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Hopefully, Yours (part 1) | MLQC Victor

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Victor/Fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 8823

Summary: A fight between co-stars leads to you taking their place, along with the man you’ve been carrying a rather fervid torch for. A happy accident—except it’s a dating show and you have to pretend your feelings aren’t real. | Part 2

Warnings/Tags: language, fluff, oblivious behaviour, dating show, social media, Victor might be a little OOC because I’ve written him differently, some making out in the next part hence the rating, no smut though, my sense of humour

A/n: as always, I’m here to clown around. I tried something a lil new (for me) in this one 👉👈 something I picked up quite recently from works I adored, so I hope you like it! It got longer than I intended so I had to split it into 2 parts ;.; Victor said: keep writing, hoe.

ALSO!!! Yours by Ella Henderson is. THE Victor/MC song for me. I felt it in my bones when I listened to it again after all these years. brb crying

It’s the incessant buzzing of your phone that lures you out of the warm cocoon of your blanket.

You don’t really want to come out of your haven. Not after the week you’ve had, and because you know what awaits you. But as Anna had told you, there’s no way you can avoid this. They had finished editing the episode on Thursday, and Jason had already texted you last night to let you know it would be ready to be uploaded at 7:00 pm today.

Reaching listlessly for your phone, you squint at the bright screen through bleary eyes; it’s 9:00 pm already, and you’ve managed to sleep most of your Sunday away. It’s been a whole week since you filmed the episode, and while you were able to keep your thoughts at bay through it, it’s finally caught up to you.

After all, this is the episode you’re going to be in.

Pulling your laptop towards you, you open the tab that has the streaming site open. Your heart begins its anxious thump against its cage, a beat all too familiar to you by now. As the video begins playing, the memories of that day rise up to the forefront of your mind, refusing to be outdone by this meticulously edited version.

It started with a plan. A very well-thought-out plan.

“He called me a bitch. How can you still expect me to shoot with this jerk?”

Things were not going according to the very well-thought-out plan.

From your place next to Homer, the camera guy, you watched with mounting apprehension as Hollow resisted the AD’s attempts to placate her. But she did seem calmer, the scalding rage of her glare simmering down as he continued to reason with her.

And then her partner for the episode walked back onto the set.

“She said my songs are predictable! You want me to work with a hater?” Kai protested loudly, and Hollow turned back to him in a fury. The AD looked back at you in dismay, the rest of the staff watching with varying levels of exasperation.

“This is supposed to be a cheesy, ultra-romantic show,” Kiki whispered from her place at your side.

“This is what the reality is. All that sappy crap is for the camera,” Willow snorted, shaking her head in disenchanted disappointment.

There may be more than a kernel of truth in that. Hopefully, Yours was your company’s latest project; the second season, the first one having been produced by a different group. It’s a romantic web-series that featured different couples going on dates around town. The couples featured ranged from non-celebrities to people who are household names. So far, there hadn’t been too many issues with the participants—so you really should have expected this.

“Not always!” you cut in, fiddling nervously with your planner. “Some of the couples have gone on to date for real. Raymond and Liliana got married!” A lovely couple from an episode that aired last year. They’d been in the news recently too.

“They’re getting divorced,” Homer piped up in response. You hoped the look on your face let him know how unhelpful that was and turned back to the clashing couple. The AD looked harrowed and harassed as things turn increasingly hostile.

“Willow, do we have a backup couple?” you asked after a long moment of watching them spit insults. “Or just one person to replace either of them. What about Carlson?”

“He won’t be in town until tomorrow.”

‘Can I leave town?’ You wondered in a fit of desperate, wishful thinking.

“And we’ve got everyone here, with everything set up. Can we really waste time?” Kiki wondered out loud.

“No, we can’t,” answered a strained voice from behind you. All four of you turn to see Anna striding towards you, her hassled expression sending a frisson of worry through your stomach. “___, we’ve got guests.”

“Guests?” you repeated numbly. “What guests?” From the look on her face, it couldn’t be good news.

Anna held your gaze for a second, looking vaguely apologetic, before stepping to the side, allowing you to get a look at who Jason, the director, had rushed off to greet. You felt the ground shift beneath you, throat drying rapidly and the surrounding noise dimming as you focused on the new arrivals—your friend, your boss if you insist on the technicalities, and the star of most of your daydreams. LFG’s very own CEO, Victor, and his loyal secretary, Goldman.

In other words, people you hadn’t expected to see today.

“Why?” you whimpered, mostly panicked, but distantly amused by how enthusiastically he’s being greeted. It gave you a few moments to get it together, a familiar buzz coming to life underneath your skin.

This is terrible. Surely, this is karmic retribution for some misdeed committed by you.

“Boss, get it together,” Kiki hissed in an echo of your thoughts, and you realized you had half-fallen back into her and Willow’s arms, their hands steady on your shoulders.

“This is really bad timing. Like, really bad,” Willow pointed out unnecessarily as you straightened up, running a quick hand through your hair.

“Goldman said they just dropped in to see how it’s coming along. I don’t really understand why, this is not at all Victor’s cup of tea, but he’d been hesitant about the show, so...” With a sympathetic smile, Anna placed a hand on your elbow, squeezing lightly. The comfort it brought is chased away almost immediately by a furious screech.

“That is it. I’m done!”

Turning just in time to watch Hollow stalk off the set, you tried to restart your thought process. You just needed to solve this.

“How do we solve this?” Kiki asked in a low voice, and Willow shook her head helplessly.

With no answer for her, you could only watch as Jason led Victor and Goldman towards the set. You knew the exact moment he saw you; there was no smile, but a slow blink. It was still early in the afternoon, and his patrician features were alight with a soft glow in the golden sunlight, the curve of his lip relaxed and his clever gaze taking in you and everything happening around you in seconds. You’re not sure what he saw in your face but it made the corners of his mouth pull downwards.

Your stomach plummeted, seized by a sudden urge to flee.

But with his long strides, he reached you before you could take a step back. Kiki and Willow retreated silently, greeting him like newly registered soldiers coming face to face with their general and leaving you at his mercy. You would have felt miffed, but the way the sunlight softened his features was a little distracting. His lips moved, and you’re certain he said something, but couldn’t quite hear him over the sound of your heart drumming in your ears.

Homer coughed loudly, popping the bubble.

“Good morning, Victor!” Certain your lack of actual delight was obvious, you tried to inject as much enthusiasm into your voice as you could while your project went up in flames behind you. Not that you weren’t happy to see him, as the sudden thrill twisting through insisted on reminding you, but the prospect of disappointing him was one you would rather not face.

There was no visible reaction from Victor, but Homer looked a bit disturbed by the attempt. Goldman just looked like he pitied you, while Jason looked oddly contemplative. This was probably his first time seeing you this…dazzled.

“Good morning,” Victor replied evenly. His eyes, a constant, focused storm and his silken hair falling artfully over his forehead form a picture so lovely, almost beyond words. It’s never stopped you from waxing poetic about them, or his long list of admirable personality traits, but he had a way of knowing when you’re not paying attention. “Looks like I picked a bad time to check in.”

You couldn’t quite pin down the inflexion in his tone, but your immediate guess was that he was either severely disappointed or was low-key mocking you.

With how quickly things derailed, it’s understandable.

“Haha,” you laughed—an unfortunate coping mechanism that seems to flare up most often in his presence. Also, because Victor looked unfairly gorgeous, as always and you were a fool with a worryingly erratic pulse. “Just a few bumps. Nothing we can’t fix.”

Behind you, Kai declared his intent to leave as well. There’s a contract, so they would have to look into this, but that would take time. At that moment, Victor was eyeing the singer leaving the set and your nervous smile with his brows steadily climbing higher.

“Right. Anything I can do to help?” he offered, and the shame that elicited is so fierce you felt like you’d shrunk. This was supposed to be a casual visit, for him to see how the filming was going and instead you made him feel the need to step in and clean up the mess.

“No,” you said, firm, immediate, vehement. He frowned down at you. “We’ll come up with something. Why don’t you two take a seat, we’ll get you some drinks and Anna can go over the ratings and numbers with you.”

Victor seemed to hesitate, still frowning at you, but relented when you mustered up a small but convincing smile for him. “Alright. Let me know if you need anything,” he insisted, because he’s nice like that, before following Goldman and Anna into the small room you’ve converted into an office. You have a small but closed set for the first meeting of the couples, before the crew moves to whatever location has been picked out for the date.

“He’s nicer than he looks,” Homer observed as the two of you watched him leave.

“He’s lovely,” you said miserably. Who would have thought there’d be a day when you said that about Victor? He was still an evil capitalist, but he’s a kind man.

Homer didn’t get the chance to reply as Jason rushed up to you.

“Okay, so we’re gonna have to sit those two down for a talk, but we don’t have time for that today. We need substitutes,” Jason said, not nearly as panicked as you would expect from a director who had no one to direct. It was admirable, this ability to keep his head even when he hits what looks like a dead end.

“I’ll make some calls.” Reaching into your pocket, your mind ram through your options as your hand closed around your phone.

“I want you to do it,” Jason declared.

It took you a few seconds to realize you hadn’t misheard. He looked back at you steadily, already resolute in his decision. You looked around, expecting protests, but the staff members only looked eager.

“…I don’t like this joke,” you said, slowly.

“Good thing it wasn’t one!” Jason returned cheerfully. “Before you turn it down, let me say—please? And don’t go off with the ‘I’m nobody!’ thing. People know who you are.”

“Um.” You really, really didn’t know what to say to him.

“My brother thinks you’re hot,” Homer offered, and Jason beamed at him.

“Okay, we’ll do this. You’re the producer of one of the oldest and most popular shows. You’ve gained more media presence over the last two years. You’re also friends with Kiro and Professor Lucien, so people have been quite curious about you for a while! This is just a fun little thing. Please?” Jason pleaded.

In the spirit of fairness, you took a minute to think about it. It would solve half the problem. And today’s location was a local fair, where the couple got to try out anything they want to, with all the expenses covered by the company. The very thought of stepping in front of the camera left your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t deny the bud of excitement that seemed to have taken root.

In the end, your stomach made the choice for you.

“If you think it’ll be fine, then sure,” you acceded, thoughts filled with stir-fried noodles and holding hands with a faceless person. “But what about the other person?”

“Hmm,” Jason looked in the direction of the office, reminding you that you don’t have all day to decide.

“I could call Gavin and ask if he’s free,” you suggested. People adore him. “Or Lucien?”

Jason nodded as if truly considering it, his gaze sharp on you. “Good choices. What about Victor?”

“Yeah, no. That is a bad idea,” you said at once, without giving it a moment’s thought. This was a dating show, where people go on cute dates and act adorable on camera. The very thought of Victor doing that at all, let alone with you…was something you couldn’t think of because it was ridiculous. And bad for your poor heart.

“It is an excellent idea,” Jason disagreed. You hated to be the bearer of bad news, but this was necessary. You’ve known Victor for a while now, and felt responsible for Jason’s well-being that would inevitably be threatened if he embarks on this particular path.

“He’d never agree to it,” you told him solemnly. The man barely agrees to do interviews; a show like this? Out of the question. “You know who he is, right? He doesn’t have time for this.”

“Why don’t you leave that to me, and go get ready. I’ll go get your man,” Jason said, loud and bright, shooing you in the direction of the dressing rooms. You stood there for another minute, dazed and afraid. What if Victor thought it was your idea?

The horror.

The terror.

“I’m still texting Lucien!” you called after him, voice pitched high in your alarm. Before you could follow Jason to make sure Victor knows you would never suggest this, an arm slid around your shoulder.

“Darling,” Arnold, the head stylist, cooed at you. “I heard the good news.”

“How?” It had been two minutes. People shouldn’t be spreading this without the director’s confirmation.

“Forget the hows. This is your time to shine. Come, we’re going to make that CEO drool,” he proclaimed, shepherding you towards the dressing rooms. “And I can finally do something about this hair!”

“He’s not going to agree.” You were absolutely certain of that, even as your mind continued to conjure cutesy images of you sharing cotton candy with the reticent man.

Taking a seat at the vanity, you reached for your phone over the cotton pads, watching Arnold’s reflection in the large mirror as he flitted about the small room, picking out different outfits. You hadn’t gotten a chance to check it for a while, and scrolled through your texts swiftly, pausing on a few in particular.

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Victor [9:00]: Hello. I’ve got some time off today.

Victor [9:02]: Is it alright if we drop by the set? What time is your lunch break?

Victor [9:20]: You must be busy. I spoke to Anna. I’ll see you later.

Victor [9:25]: Also, good morning.

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Oh.

He had actually let you know he’d be dropping in. Taciturn and domineering he may be, but Victor’s quiet consideration often left you glowing with warmth. In comparison, your own clumsiness often left you embarrassed. In this instance, it made you feel doubly determined to do this right.

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Y/N [12: 05]: Hi, sorry I missed these. Don’t worry, I’ll get us back on track.

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Closing Victor’s chat, you took a moment to consider your options before making your choice.

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Y/N [12:07]: Lucien! Are you free?

Lucien [12:15]: Hello. Just wrapped up a lecture. I thought you were going to be shooting today?

Y/N [12:16]: I am. Actually, I had a favour to ask.

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You stared down at the screen of your phone, shoulders relaxing as one of the assistants fussed with your hair. Should you wait for Jason before asking him? You knew what the outcome will be, regardless of what you wanted. You’ve always known, always kept your thoughts safe behind a barrier, never letting them spill out in Victor’s presence.

You thought back to his disappointment, and something fragile in your chest tightened.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you prayed to all the powers above that this works out.

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Victor [12:18]: Dummy. I’m not worried.

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There was a knock at the door as you opened the chat, thrown off but pleased by Victor’s confidence.

“Guys, can I come in?”

It was Jason.

With trembling fingers curling tight, you sat up straighter as he was let in. Your pulse quickens, your emotions jumbling together until your can’t tell them apart. You kept your expectations low. You knew what the answer would be. It couldn’t hurt if you expected it.

You just hoped it wouldn’t change anything. It wasn’t your idea.

“He agreed!” Jason announced with a flourish, and your heart halted its despondent march. “His secretary’s picking up his outfit, they said it won’t take too long. We’ll do his hair and mak—uh, are you okay?”

You swallowed your heart back down. “He said yes.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, stretching out his answer, nodding as Arnold thrust an outfit at him.

“And he…knows it’s with…me?” you asked carefully.

Jason’s brows climbed a notch higher. “Yes, of course.” His eyes gleamed with something you couldn’t quite read.

“Right, right. That’s great! Fantastic. Wonderful,” you said admittedly weakly, turning your gaze back to your reflection. The colour seemed to have drained from your skin, and you ignored the concerned glance exchanged by Jason and Arnold.

“___, hey,” Jason began gently, coming up to stand behind your chair. “Are you okay with this?”

You studied his worried expression, thoughts turning inward. You shifted aside the panic, the disbelief, the prickling nerves, and shushed the sparks of excitement.

A date with Victor.

It sounded wonderful. But the problem was never about you not wanting it. It was that you’ve wanted it for so long and so badly. Could you really have this?

“It’s okay to say no. It’s just…I don’t think it’ll be as awful as you think,” Jason said. His brow furrowed as the lines of your face smoothed out.

Oh.

“It’s for the camera,” you remembered, and Jason hummed thoughtfully. Regardless of what he may think of you, Victor wouldn’t let it show on the screen. You knew he was aware of what the show entails. So, perhaps, you could have this. It was for work. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s okay.”

Your breath evened out from its shallow state, and you smiled up at Jason, who still looked concerned.

“It’ll be okay.” Your phone buzzed again, and you gathered yourself once more.

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Lucien [12: 23]: What can I do for you?

Victor [12:24]: And I look forward to working with you.

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It wouldn’t be real.

Telling yourself it wouldn’t be real was easy.

Sitting next to Victor, your high stools positioned close together as you tried to keep your thoughts away from dangerous paths, was not easy. But the light notes of his scent, sandalwood and myrrh if your nose hadn’t led you astray, threatened to lull you into a state of near-intoxication.

Jason had wanted to film the ‘first meeting’ and, for the sake of authenticity, decided to have Victor wait in front of the camera while you got to be the one to walk in. Which meant it was straight from the dressing room to the set. While you were thankful you wouldn’t be filmed drooling on camera, it still meant you wouldn’t get a chance to talk to him until after, or in between takes.

You were a lot more grateful for the arrangement when you did walk to the set, because the sight of Victor—clad in a slim-fit black shirt, paired with a dark grey jacket and black pants that stretched deliciously over his muscled thighs—stopped you dead in your tracks, your thoughts wiped blissfully clean.

The look on his face, bright under the studio lights, had been unreadable, but it didn’t look like his usual unimpressed poker face, so you decided to take it as not quite a win, but not a loss either. Then the small upturn of the corners of his lips, however, threatened to overload your system, prompting you to avert your gaze slightly as you walked to him, for fear of losing yourself.

Your hi had been shyer than intended, but his hello had been the gentlest you had ever heard it.

And then he handed you a bouquet of red, fragrant roses and you felt yourself grow weak.

It was a short take, where you both introduced yourselves, and discussed where you’d be going for the date.

“Do you like fairs?” he’d asked, gaze intent as if your answer was of the utmost importance.

“I love them,” you’d answered, meaning it completely, and he’d looked glad.

Even through the wild beating of your heart, you had managed to feel impressed. He was doing wonderfully already. Who knew Victor had these acting skills? Hopefully, he thought the same of you. You weren’t acting, though, and this, you were quickly realizing, could be a wonderful way to lift the lid off the pot just a little, and let your real feelings shine through.

You would be filming the individual, interview type scenes last, after the date.

With the first meeting done, with Jason going over the take to make sure he had everything he needed, you would be moving to the location soon. But first-

You looked around quickly, covering your mic and making sure nobody was paying too much attention to you, before turning to Victor—only to nearly jump in fright when you met his eyes. How he’d known you wanted to talk, you’d never know. His own eyes had widened when you’d turned around all of a sudden, the tips of his ears reddening slightly. He had probably been startled by your reaction.

“Hi,” you whispered, grinning up at him, and his lips twitched as he covered his mic.

“You’re doing well,” Victor told you, giving you a firm nod, and you couldn’t quite keep from beaming at him.

“Thanks, you too. I never knew you were hiding such a skilled actor in there!” You really meant it, but your words gave him pause, mouth opening and closing as he considered his response. Strange, as modesty was something he didn’t often bother with. Not to say he’s arrogant, just that he knew his strengths.

“…thank you,” he finally said. “You too. I didn’t know you could…act.”

Because you weren’t acting. The blushing, the shy giggling, the warmth buzzing through you, they were painfully real.

You shrugged, smiling slightly, and he looked away.

“Just…thank you, Victor,” you murmured. “I know this isn’t really your thing. But I promise I’ll do my best to make it enjoyable.”

The light, airy sound that escaped his mouth could almost be a laugh. He did shoot you a small smirk, facing you once more. “Well, you’re not wrong. But it can’t be too bad. I’ve heard they’ve got good street food.”

“Good street food,” you repeated blankly. Wasn’t he taking this acting thing too far? This was bordering on alarming, coming from the man who used to look down on you for eating instant noodles.

“Yes.” He looks at you as if daring you to argue, and, well, who are you to argue with an actor’s method?

His smile faded slightly as yours widened, eyes fixating on yours, your voice pitching higher in your excitement. “I know, yeah, great food. Literally the only reason I agreed to do this!”

Victor’s face shutters at that, his lips pressing tightly together. “Hm.” He turned back to face the camera, leaving you confused, before realisation dawned.

“Hey, don’t worry! I won’t be too much of a glutton, we’ll be on camera, after all,” you told him, as reassuringly as possible because you and good food were a dangerous combo.

He arched a sharp brow at you. “We’ll see about that. I may spend most of my time in kitchen, but Mr Mills has much to tell me about some of your reactions.”

It was only through the sheer power of your offence that you were able to scowl at him even with the heat flaring up in your cheeks. “Well, there’s no way the food there will be as good as the one in Souvenir, so we have nothing to worry about.”

You resisted the urge to cross your arms, keeping your hands neatly folded in your lap as you turned away from him. But when he said nothing for a whole minute, you couldn’t resist the urge to sneak a peek, only to be left with your jaw slack.

Victor was still facing forward, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be curling up despite the effort he was clearly putting into keeping them neutral, his tiny smile still managing to spill through the seams. It enraptured you, a willing captive to the sight of him so pleased, and you wondered if you could make it through this with your heart intact.

But then, you told yourself through your daze, any chef would be happy to receive such praise for their food.

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hopefully, yours, episode 3, part 1: Introductions (Victor and Y/n)

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needwater 45 minutes ego

AM I HALLUCINATING OR IS VICTOR LI ACTUALLY ON A DATING SHOW?

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somsom 23 minutes ago

omg it’s y/n! We rarely get to see her on TV. She’s so cute!!!!

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orangeismycolour 16 minutes ago

!!!! Victor and Y/n!!! Omg ever since I saw them attend the Loveland gala together last year, I knew there was something there!!

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tooktiktook 8 minutes ago

um. isn’t this kind of an odd combo?

cheribb 5 minutes ago

@tooktiktok I thought so too but they look pretty cute together. I mean…he totally blushed when he saw her! And his eyes went so soft!

tooktiktok 4 minutes ago

@cheribb Well, she seems sweet but I think he was just being nice.

By the time you were shuffled into a van and driven to the site of the fair, your nerves had mostly settled.

Of course, that may have had something to do with the pudding cup Victor had handed you once you were in your seats. Goldman had brought over a paper bag, with Victor plucking two cups from it like a magician with a hat. With that said, while it’s a trick you’ve seen many a time, it never fails to bring a sparkle to your eye.

With Arnold’s permission, you were more than happy to dig right in. Your makeup would have to be retouched once you got there even if you didn’t eat.

It was easy to relax in the steady familiarity of Victor’s presence. A dangerous notion, your unwavering faith in Victor, that dictated everything would be okay if he was there because he would either make it so, or you, with confidence half-drawn from him, would make sure of it yourself.

It was only once you were halfway through the treat, humming and wiggling in your joy, that you realized Victor hadn’t started on his. Rather, his eyes were fixed firmly on you, intent in observing your devouring of the pudding.

The next bite went down a little heavier as you turned to him.

“Is something wrong?” Your enthusiasm surely couldn’t have come as a surprise.

He hesitated, seemingly on the verge of saying something, before clearing his throat and looking out he the window at the slow-moving traffic.

“No. Just…eat slowly,” he muttered, refusing to look at you. You squint at him, at the pink creeping up the back of his neck, sucking on the spoon thoughtfully. “There’s no need to rush.”

“Sorry. I got a little too excited.” Your laugh is a little hollow, and you muffle it with another mouthful of the soft, sweet dessert, missing his quick glance back at you.

He sighed, sudden and a little ragged.

“No, I meant that you should take your time and savour it,” he told you, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. “I can make it for you anytime, so there will be many more chances in the future.”

The next spoonful remained frozen by your mouth as you struggled to process his words. Warm fingers came to rest against the back of your hand, guiding it, and the spoon, to your lips. Your skin tingled, but what was more damning was the way he held your gaze as your lips parted, the metal spoon warm against your tongue as you tasted the sweet delicacy.

It felt all the more sweeter, however, because of the little smile dancing across Victor’s lips.

You were rescued from attempting to respond to that by the van slowing to a stop, with Jason and Homer climbing in before they got moving again. Homer would be the one following you around the fair, as they only needed to get a few takes of you indulging in various activities.

“We absolutely need one with the ferris wheel, of course. A little cliched, but still damn cute. Maybe we can fix a camera in the cabin…” Jason trailed off, turning to Homer for his input. “If you think it’ll be better without you there.”

‘How would it be better without Homer there?’ you wanted to protest. ‘I’ll screw it up if left to my own devices! Professional environment aside, that’s a little too romantic!’

Something prickled at the back of your neck, and you realized Victor seemed to be trying to get your attention, albeit in a very silent way you probably wouldn’t have caught on to if you hadn’t spent so much time studying him.

He said nothing even when you met his gaze, but a reassuring warmth calmed you all the same. I’ll be there, he seemed to say. Trust me.

You were worried about the romantic atmosphere getting to your head, but surely Victor, the ultimate voice of reason, wouldn’t let you get carried away?

“Okay, we won’t crowd you guys too much, but remember to avoid turning away from the camera!”

That had been the last thing Jason said to you both before he retreated to his place behind Homer, who was ready with the camera propped over his shoulder. Your mics were affixed to your clothes, and people were already beginning to shoot curious looks your way. It wasn’t an uncommon sight; many vloggers and people working for food channels could often be found in places like these, flitting about with their cameras out as they partook in the activities available.

While being around cameras was nothing new, it was a little strange to be on the other side of them. Nervousness weighing on your chest, you reminded yourself over and over: be natural, don’t act like a lovesick fool, don’t stare at Victor for too long. Turning to the man himself as Homer adjusted the camera settings, hoping to draw inspiration from his steadfast composure, you could only stare in confusion at the intent way in which he was staring at the entrance to the fair.

Following the trajectory of his gaze, you squinted, hoping to see what had caught his attention. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, with people milling about, the welcoming sign high above their heads bright and welcoming.

“Victor?”

“Hm?”

“Is everything okay?” you asked hesitantly, and he nodded, almost distracted.

“Are we ready?” he asked Homer, who gave him a thumbs up.

Jason grinned at you, winking in what he seemed to think was a discreet manner. “Have fun, you two.”

You couldn’t quite pretend there were no cameras, not with Homer keeping up with you as you began to walk through the entrance arch. Looking at Victor was easier, just to block out the awareness of your companions, of course.

Catching your nervous glances, he inclined his head towards you and made an abortive movement, hand rising and falling midway. His jaw clenched, and then he offered you his arm, elbow bent.

As your hand curled around his arm, you focused on your vibrant surroundings. A task made more difficult when, after a short pause, you felt him tuck his elbow into his side, the broad span of his shoulders relaxing when you tightened your grip.

“I’ve been meaning to come here for years, but never really got the chance to,” you told Victor, your voice still edged with nervousness. But Victor nodded at you again, the usual stern line of his mouth quirking up, and your mind stuttered, committing itself to memorizing the precious curve of his mouth.

“In that case I’m glad we got to come here together,” he told you, and it took a good deal of effort not to gape at him. “It’s a first for both of us.”

You nodded, stunned by this unforeseen acting prowess. Seemed like you’ve discovered another one of his many talents.

“Hopefully, it’s the first of many,” he added, a smug lilt to his voice, and this time, you did gape.

“Y-yeah,” you answered, face heating up as you turned away for the sake of your dignity. “Hopefully.”

bandanaman @headaccs

are we all seeing this?? he’s such a gentleman!! I was not expecting this man to be smooth. #HopefullyYours

mintmadness @mintsallover

@headaccs HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? He doesn’t even need words, one look and I would be on my knees. #HopefullyYours #VictorLi

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@mintsallover calm yo thirsty ass down lmao

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raspberrydream @berryberry

“the first of many” omg what does he mean???? #HopefullyYours

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freshasnow @crystalmoon

Yeah, I’m not really feeling this. I thought we were going to get Kai and Hollow this week? #HopefullyYours

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teatime ✓ @spillit

For those of you asking, yes, we knew Victor Li and Y/n were going to be on Hopefully, Yours. Don’t worry darlings, we’ll have some quality tea for you soon! #HopefullyYours

Spotting the first of the food vendors, you both headed over to it, peering at the fresh dumplings. The vendor straightened up at the sight of the camera, a benign smile spreading across his face when you asked him for permission to film, nodding and plating plump, steaming dumplings with the utmost grace.

Gordon, as he introduced himself, was more than happy to talk about his family business, their two restaurants in Loveland, while Homer took close-ups of the dumpling that Victor broke apart for a better look.

“My daughter comes here every year with me, insisting she can handle things by herself, but honestly, I just enjoy coming here,” he chortled, before fixing the two of you with a knowing look. “It’s a completely different atmosphere from the restaurant! And it’s always nice to see sweet young couples such as yourselves. Reminds me of my own fair dates with my wife…”

You couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Victor, who seemed content to chew on his snack. He caught your eyes, before his flickered over your head towards Homer and Jason. Inexplicably, his ears began to tint a deep crimson, as he swallowed with some effort and stepped closer to you.

It began to make sense when he lifted the other half of the dumpling to your lips, Gordon gasping an oh my! in the background, and even as your heart began to race, your eyes widening, you felt…bad. Jason had obviously asked him to do this, and you felt terrible about him having to embarrass himself like this. But he did it, and so you took a small bite of the dumpling, the juicy filling suddenly tasteless on your tongue.

And then there was a soft sensation on your chin, your eyes lifting to see Victor dabbing at your skin with a napkin, the little motion taking all his concentration until he stepped back with a satisfied glint in his eyes, which seemed to linger around your mouth.

When you were unable to do anything more than flush deeply and try to stammer out a thank you, Jason ended the shot.

The glint in Victor’s eyes didn’t fade, and something within you quivered.

raspberrydream @berryberry

he looks like he wants to eat HER #HopefullyYours

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bandanaman @headaccs

@berryberry I CAN’T BREATHE. I thought he was going to kiss her LOL. And she looked so nervous and then he just wiped her chin THIS IS TOO SOFT I CANT #HopefullyYours

mintmadness @mintsallover

god I wish that were me #HopefullyYours

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only4food @bananabread

Okay I HAVE TO go to this place. I NEED TO EAT EVERYTHING. Who’s in??

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midnightmachine @musiclover

Gordon knows what’s up. We stan a hard-working man. #HopefullyYours

Things continued in much the same direction. With no signs of reluctance, Victor rolled up his sleeves and dived into the bustle of the fair. And with his hand curled around your wrist, you couldn’t bring yourself to doubt him. You’ve learned to read the signs of his displeasure, subtle and obvious, and they were nowhere to be found. He looked relaxed, trying out mini doughnuts, accompanying you to any shops you want to browse, frowning when you looked longingly at the ring toss.

“Let’s go,” he said, guiding you over to the booth. Well, you were supposed to try out the games too, but you hadn’t thought Victor would agree to play them. It seemed a little too childish for him.

“I haven’t come here in years either,” he told you when you looked at him curiously, the two of you standing in line with Homer right next to you. “I love my job, but I admit it takes up most of my time. I rarely have time to indulge like this.” He paused, as if wanting to say more, but his eyes flicked towards Homer and he ended it there.

While a part of you was startled in by his words, another softened at his truthful admission.

Victor seemed to have thought of something else, giving you a meaningful look. “But, of course, I always make time for the people in my life.”

You blinked, a little taken aback by sudden turn in direction.

“Even if they want to come to places like these, I don’t mind.” Victor seemed to be hinting heavily at something, and you smiled at that, almost excessively fond. Because it’s true that Victor makes time for the people in his life, especially his family. And even for you—he’s there for you, no matter how small the matter might be; huffing and puffing and going out of his way to help you.

Falling for someone like that, someone who effuses such stoic confidence and noble compassion in equal measure, it was all too easy.

“Then we’ll make sure to come again,” you told him, a wide grin blooming across your face at the thought. It was unlikely that it would actually happen, but it was nice to think about. You stepped up to the cashier, greeting him politely.

You finally got your turns after fifteen minutes, with Homer and Jason taking a quick snack break while you waited. You’d run a quick eye over the prizes available, quickly drawn to two pusheen cat plushies, a soft grey and a dark ebony. You didn’t think he’d judge you on camera, but would it really be okay to admit that’s what you want? The hair pin would be a more sophisticated pick, something more to his tastes.

Silently despairing over your proclivity for soft cute things, you turned to Victor for his choice.

Only to realize he seemed to have taken his jacket off while you were preoccupied and handed it over to Jason, his thin black t-shirt fitting him like a glove—and your words died a swift death at the back of your throat, shrivelling in the sudden dryness of your mouth. Silhouetted against the light of the late afternoon sun, his features seemed sharper, his gaze keener as he twirled the ring in his hands carefully.

As Homer began to roll the camera, and Victor prepared to toss the ring, you panicked with the realization that he didn’t ask you which prize you wanted like Jason had asked him to.

The ring landed around a bottle with a loud clink, and you hoped the surprise you felt wasn’t clear in your loud cheer. With the look he gave you, you knew he caught it even if others wouldn’t.

And then he handed you the dark pusheen plushy, which you took with trembling fingers and a sheepish smile. “Oh, thank you.” It was exquisitely soft to the touch. “This is the one I wanted.”

“Hm.”

“It looks like you.”

“What-” His head snapped toward you as you laughed, clutching the toy to your chest. Whatever outraged retort he’d been about to spit out was held back as he saw you hugging it contentedly, your eyes twinkling at him. “…I suppose.”

You handed him the toy, rolling your shoulders as you were given the ring. “Which one do you want?”

“I’m fine with anything,” he said, eyes locked on the grey pusheen plushy, the other half of the pair. So it was with a laugh, helpless in the face of his clear yet unspoken demand, that you tossed the ring. You got it on the second try, handing the toy to Victor with a triumphant grin, who took it primly and tucked it into his side.

“Thank you.”

“Isn’t this too childish by your standards?” you teased, unable to help it, but he only smirked down at you, stealing your breath with devastating ease.

“It is. But childish is…nice, sometimes,” he admitted carefully.

Your mind helpfully supplied you with all the instances of him calling you childish. “Oh?”

He shrugged, elegant, one shoulder lifting as he looked back down at the toy, before looking back up at you through dark, half-lidded eyes. “It’s grown on me.”

Kiro ✓ @kiromusic

Wow! This seems like so much fun, I kinda wish I got to go there too! :D @miracley/n invite me next time!! #HopefullyYours

Savin @agents

@kiromusic You just want to eat junk. And...well, I guess we can make an exception for today.

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bandanaman @headaccs

Before I proceed to scream over the clip, I just wanted to let y’all know I did some digging and apparently, they are friends! They’ve been spotted together in public many times, including the Loveland Gala last year. You know what this means. #HopefullyYours

bandanaman @headaccs

THE PUSHEEN TOYS. They won each other toys!! Y/n’s right, that does look like him with the dark fur lmao. BUT. Look at Victor’s heart eyes!! And she looked so happy omg T_T

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raspberrydream @berryberry

@headaccs NO WONDER. It seems like they already like each other but it seemed too soon!! They’re so cute omg please date!! #HopefullyYours

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bandanaman @headaccs

@berryberry With how they look at each other? I smell pining ;) I’ve compiled a list of all their public appearances. He even took her to Souvenir! How are they not dating????

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raspberrydream @berryberry

@headaccs DM ME!!!!

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@headaccs I feel like that’s a bit of a reach. They certainly seem comfortable with each other, but that could easily just be friendship, which is nice too. I feel like we should allow people to be friends instead of just shipping them.

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mintmadness @mintsallover

@hotsauce they’re on a dating show, though.

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@mintsallover yeah but plenty of other ‘couples’ were just friends or went on to be good friends. I just think these two are comfortable with each other, which is probably a good thing because Victor doesn’t strike me as the sort of person who can have fun with just anyone, you know?

You ended up having a lot more fun than you thought you would. Victor was always great company, but you could tell he’d tried his best to relax for the show and you didn’t know how to thank him for it. The warm gratitude bubbled up at the base of your throat, your heart sinking deeper into the ocean of affection you already held for him.

He’s so kind. His aloof demeanour, his nagging, his precise instructions and advice were things you’ve come to appreciate. But beyond those lies a heart so caring, so considerate, it made you yearn so deeply, to find yourself a place in it. But Victor had come to treat you as a friend and you could never ruin that because of your own feelings. It was precious, his friendship, and you wanted to treat it as such.

The line you’d drawn with so much care seemed to be straining, however, ever since you found out you would be riding the ferris wheel together, without Homer.

“The people in charge told us if we could just wait until closing time, they could keep things going until we’re done shooting!” Jason had told you as he briefed everyone. A bunch of the crew had left after packing up, as this would be the last take for the day. “That way Homer can fix the lighting and equipment in the cabin and won’t need to join you two! Give you some privacy, yeah?”

‘For what,’ you’d screamed internally, nodding along with a smile on the outside.

Looking to Victor for his opinion had been futile, because he seemed to have withdrawn into his own head, looking up at the ferris wheel absently. You were supposed to shoot the individual parts, but with how late it had gotten, Jason had asked the two of you to drop by the studio the next day. Only, you had a free slot in the morning while Victor would only be able to make it sometime during the late afternoon.

So you wouldn’t get to see what Victor said about you. That was perfectly fine. Things had gone well, and Victor wasn’t the sort to badmouth someone anyway.

It was supposed to be his day off. And he gave it up to participate in a show that was, for all intents and purposes, pointless for him. You felt terrible, heart aching at the thought that once again you had made him waste his time.

How on earth did Jason even get him to agree to this?

“You’re thinking something ridiculous,” came a low voice, and Victor seemed to have come back from his mental journey.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, the guilt getting to you.

“For what?” He seemed genuinely baffled, and it made you feel worse.

“For this entire day. You just came for a visit and now it’s after 8 pm and your day off is gone and you rarely get free time…” your shameful rambling tapered off as the furrow between his brows appeared to grow deeper and deeper.

His response was interrupted by a staff member, who came to let you know the ride was ready for you two. Walking together in complete silence, you wondered what he was about to say.

“Do you regret it?”

You arrived at the ride, and Victor had stopped in front of the open door. “What?”

“Do you regret it?” he repeated patiently, holding his hand out to you. “This entire day. Our date.”

Our date.

It was silly, how him calling it a date, with no cameras in sight, seemed to affect you so deeply. It was ridiculous but it was so real, how your heart fluttered and hope unfurled in the garden where you’ve buried your affection.

“Because I’m not sorry,” he added when you failed to do anything other than flush horribly. There was a question in his gaze, one you didn’t know how to answer, so with a deep breath, you focused on the one he’d asked out loud.

“No,” you said softly, your hand coming to rest over his as he helped you into the cabin. “I don’t regret it.”

How could you, when he was everything you wanted?

You settled on the plastic bench, watching Homer fiddle with the settings and light, making sure the camera’s fixed in place, basking in the heat emanating from Victor.

“Alright, that should work. You guys ready?” he asked.

“Yeah!”

“Yes.”

Homer stepped back to let Jason poke his head through the door. “We’re all set guys. Just call us if there are any problems. Be yourselves, don’t worry about the take. And remember, make sure to make it as romantic as possible!”

As the door closed behind him, with the camera rolling, silence rose to take the place of the sounds now cut off, the rest of the world falling away as the ride began and you began to ascend.

Outside the window, the stars shone in a twinkling blanket across the night sky, and Victor’s arm pressed into yours. Meeting his eyes was difficult, astoundingly so after the entire day you spent together.

This close, it would be so easy to let the words tumble from your lips. You didn’t know what your eyes could give away right now, and you were just as afraid of the softness in his gaze.

It looked too real.

“I’m glad we finally got some peace,” he muttered, and just like that a bright laugh broke out through your fear.

“This was not your kind of place at all, was it?” you said, snickering at the look he threw your way, because it’s so easy to make him huff like that.

“It was…lively,” he said, glaring at you as you stifle your smile behind your hand. “Exactly the kind of place you enjoy.”

“That’s true.”

“Then that’s that.” He shifted a little, trying to face you, his knee knocking into yours. “As long as you had fun, we’ll come again.”

Despite your warnings, your heart skipped a beat.

You tried to laugh it off, changing the subject to your childhoods, swapping lighter stories and carefully avoiding the heartbreaks. Your hands moved somewhere in between, in the dim lights, and your fingers had found each other’s. Make it romantic, Jason had said. That was the only reason. You talked about work, about Miracle Finder, about his public projects, how your busy lives don’t give you the chance to find love.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Victor cut in, still looking at you in that quietly dangerous away, his gaze a heated cloak over your skin.

You stilled. “You wouldn’t?” There was a tremor in your voice, one you hoped went unnoticed.

“I think, regardless of how busy we are, however reluctant…love finds us when it has to,” he said, his voice deep, unwavering, and you forgot how to breathe. Somehow, despite doing your best to avoid it, you had wound up on the proverbial cliff’s edge.

And it was time to take a leap.

“Victor...have you ever been in love?” you asked, part of you ready for his outrage, for him to brush it off with a roll of his eyes, and the other curling up in fear at the thought of the answer he might really give you.

He hummed, tightening his grip on your hand when you tried to tug it back, searching your face. His thumb swept over your knuckles, rubbing gently, and you wondered if he was preparing you for heartbreak.

“Yes. I have.”

Kiki @kikiki

@smilingwillow WHAT THE FUCK

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Anna @miracletv

@kikiki Language.

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Kiki @kikiki

‎@miracletv did you see the episode?? im going to collapse WHERE IS BOSS @miracley/n

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raspberrydream @berryberry

DID HE JUST???? OH MY GOD @headaccs DID YOU SEE THIS? ARE YOU OKAY? #HopefullyYours

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bandanaman @headaccs

THIS MAD LAD ACTUALLY DID IT. @berryberry I will never recover from this #HopefullyYours

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@headaccs @berryberry He just said he’s been in love before. He didn’t say he’s in love with her lol

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raspberrydream @berryberry

@hotsauce what will it take for you to finally see the light

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mintmadness @mintsallover

I could listen to this man talk all day. Y/n, you’re one lucky girl <3 #HopefullyYours

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cocoloco @chocolatedelite

I’m late to the party but lmao at everyone freaking out. Uhhh honestly I’m not sure. These things are usually scripted. They could just be faking it. #HopefullyYours

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srirachafire @hotsauce

@chocolatedelite Thank you!!!!

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victorshoe @mrsli

My heart is broken but their cuteness has mended it. I’ll give them my blessings. #HopefullyYours

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bandanaman @headaccs

oh thank god they just uploaded the individual bits!!! THANK YOU @jtv

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bandanaman @headaccs

...wait

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raspberrydream @berryberry

‎‎omfg

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bandanaman @headaccs

????? IS THAT IT??? COME BACK @jtv that can't be it!!

Thank you for reading!

MC/You: it’s a fake date. chill.

Victor: Goldman I need NINE roses and an outfit that makes me look like a sex god I HAVE A DATE

#mlqc #mlqc victor #mlqc fanfic #mr love queen's choice #mr love li zeyan #mlqc victor x reader #queue are my sunshine

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kenkamishiro · 4 years ago

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Jack Jeanne Playthrough Part 3 (April 5)

1 month later. April 5th in the VN. Kisa is at Univeil and excited she passed the entrance exam. She runs into her childhood friend Yonaga who's also been accepted. He's shocked that Kisa is attending too, but before she can explain Suzu joins them, introduces one each other.

Quartz's theme is "transparency" where many inexperienced performers who haven't specialized yet tend to go.

Onyx = Jacks whose forte is in dance.

Rhodonite = Jeannes who specialize in song.

Amber is where talented and unique students gather.

Suzu theorizes Kisa would be in Rhodonite because of her appearance, himself in Onyx because his physical abilities make him more suitable for dancing than singing or acting. Yonaga would like to be in Quartz.

Yonaga: Quartz...would be nice.

Suzu: I get what you mean!

Yonaga: Huh?

Suzu: Tbh I enrolled in Univeil cause I really admire Tachibana Tsuki, the legendary Jackace of Quartz!

Kisa: ...!

Suzu: That's why I wanna be in the same class as Tachibana Tsuki...come to think of it, your last names are the same.

Kisa: (If people find out I'm related to Tsuki-nii, it might make it even easier for them to discover my identity...! But it might be better than lying poorly...)

Kisa: It's true. It's the same (nonchalantly)

Yonaga: ......

Suzu: Maybe you guys are distant relatives!

Kisa: *nervous laughter*

Yonaga cuts in and says they should go check which class they're in. Kisa thanks Yonaga for the save. Their year is the 78th class of Univeil. All 3 are in Quartz.

Kisa gets called to the headmaster's office.

Chuuza congratulates her and informs her about her admission. The only ones who know that Kisa is a girl is him, Quartz's homeroom teacher Enishi Rokurou, and now Yonaga, Kisa's childhood friend. Chuuza is surprised that someone who knew about Kisa enrolled in the school.

But if anyone else finds out that she's a girl, expulsion. But since a lot of students are feminine, she won't have to go out of her way to act and dress like a boy. He reminds her to build trust with the rest of the students, and aim to become a lead and aim for the top.

Kisa arrives to Quartz's homeroom late.

??: Yes, yes, come right in.

Kisa: (The teacher...? But he's in a student uniform.)

??: You were called in quite loudly during the school announcements. Did you run into any issues on the first day? Theft, robbery, manslaughter, extortion, coercion, or a bank robbery, perhaps...?

(Please watch the clip of this scene. Can you tell he and Furuta share the same VA? 😄)

Fumi: No one like that would be in our school, Kuro.

??: But wouldn't be great to have such a plucky 1st year around, Fuumin! All the world's a stage!

Fumi: And, if the cops came?

??: I concede! Law is what keeps society together.

Kai: ...you two are bothering the 1st years.

Kisa finds a seat by Suzu and Yonaga.

Neji Kokuto (3rd year, 76th class of Univeil) welcomes the 1st year students to Univeil and Quartz. Class leader-slash-scriptwriter-slash-director-slash...all kinds of other things! He provides an info-dump about Univeil for us.

5 performances in total: Rookie, Summer, Fall, Winter, and Univeil Exhibitions. The Rookie Exhibition is where the 1st years take the lead roles, which is going to be held May 30th. Today is April 5th, so less than 2 months remain. Most viewers will watch over them warmly, but others will be more strict, like journal reporters, critics and avid Univeil fans. Neji will write a script to allow even novices like them to shine on stage. Casting will be announced mid-April. Upper years are also participating and support the 1st years.

Neji: If you have any questions, all you need is to ask. I'm sure all our seniors here will be more than happy to help you.

??: What, no way.

Neji: With some exceptions of course! Mwahaha. Mikki's a 2nd year now, you can be a little nice to your juniors, hm?

??: ...

Kisa notes he looks cute like a doll. Shirota Mitsuki, noted for his singing. He catches Kisa staring at him, and she apologizes.

Neji asks if anyone has any questions. You're given 3 options: 1) How casting is determined, 2) Type of training to be done, 3) No questions.

Casting is based on Neji's subjective judgment. Everything from how they're doing in lessons, campus life, the way they walk, talk, physique, voice, facial expressions. Essentially based on his intuition, which he uses to find gemstones in the rough.

Training I'll explain later, there's gameplay related to it.

Neji finishes his spiel and passes it on to Quartz's homeroom teacher, Enishi. Pretty low energy. Lessons start tomorrow. Class is dismissed.

Suzu meets Kisa outside the Quartz dorms and asks if she's ready to introduce herself to the other students. He notes it's hard to find people since Univeil is so large. They chat for a bit, Suzu asks Kisa to call him by his first name, so Suzu-kun it is.

Inside Yonaga's dorm. He's finished unpacking, though he's still yet to put away his books (on theatre). He asks how Kisa got into Univeil, and she explains what happened. Yonaga says he'll help Kisa to make sure she stays at Univeil. He's glad that Kisa is here with him.

Yonaga: Kisa-chan, about Tsuki-kun...

Kisa: I can't get in touch with Tsuki-nii, but I'm sure he's doing fine wherever he is.

Yonaga: I see. Yeah, I'm sure he is.

(Isn't that sketchy? Maybe he turned into that weasel with the moon on its belly lol)

Kisa begins her search for the Quartz students. At the Univeil courtyard, Kisa hears Mitsuki singing.

"Within this chest of mine I dance, the rhythm of possibilities"

Kisa: (I'd heard he was lauded for his singing, but he really has a beautiful voice...the lyrics paint the scene in my head.)

Mitsuki: ...could you not stare at me like that? It's uncomfortable.

Kisa: Oh, I'm sorry!

Mitsuki: Oh, you again. The 1st year who came in late.

Kisa: Yes. My name is Tachibana Kisa. It's a pleasure to meet you.

Mitsuki: Huh...you've got a face like a girl.

Kisa: Eh? Y-yes, I suppose so.

Mitsuki: A high-pitch voice. A delicate figure. And a Jeanne at that. At least be aware of your own features.

Kisa: I-I'm sorry.

He sighs and introduces himself. 2nd year, 77th class of Univeil. A Jeanne and a tresor (songstress/diva) of Quartz. VA is Kajiwara Gakuto (Asta). Kisa compliments him on his singing.

Mitsuki: So you were eavesdropping.

Kisa: I-I'm sorry.

Mitsuki: Well, not like I care either way. Later.

Kisa: He left...I guess he doesn't really like interacting with people. But his voice really was beautiful.

(If I had to describe Mitsuki's tone, it would be similar to Kenma, but a bit more antisocial lol)

Kisa finds Kai in the forest, seemingly concentrating on something. She decides to come back later, but Kai notices her.

Kai: ...? Quartz's 1st year?

Kisa: Yes! I'm Tachibana Kisa.

Kai: I see, you're...

Kisa: Yes!

(awkward silence between the two)

Kai: Mutsumi Kai, 76th class of Univeil. I'm a 3rd year.

Kisa: So I should call you Mutsumi-senpai!

Kai: Kai is fine. You can call me that around other people too.

Kisa: But...

Kai: ...

Kisa: ...(agrees)

Kai: ...

Kisa: T-then, I'll call you Kai-san!

Kai: Okay.

Kisa notes Kai is the Jackace of Quartz. And since Tsuki was also the Jackace, that means he must be talented too.

Kai: I'm a vessel meant to garnish the Aljeanne. Nothing more, nothing less.

Kisa is confused by his statement. Convo ends.

Kisa runs into Neji next in the hallways. He enters a room then promptly comes back out.

Neji: Welcome!

Kisa: Ah!

Neji: What're you doing in a place like this?

Kisa: I'm going around introducing myself to everyone in Quartz.

Neji invites her into his workroom where he writes his scripts and plans his staging. But he also performs on stage, any male or female role, from a shining prince/princess to old grannies/gramps.

He's currently working on the script for Quartz, but he won't reveal it just yet. Kisa asks if the other class leaders write the scripts like he does, but Neji is a special case, who screenwrites, directs and performs.

Neji: Once you get carried away, you can't see what's going on around you. What we do has no end to it. Acting, dancing, singing, they're fields that you can pursue for a lifetime. You could reach the stars, or merely end up as a master of none. No matter how much time, it will never be enough. It's a terrifying world out there. That's why it's so engrossing. The stage is a colossal device. The Jacks and Jeannes make up the gears, and I am the craftsman who pieces them together. Let's create a fantastic stage together, Tachibana-kun!

Neji must continue writing, and wishes Kisa the best for the Rookie Exhibition. (Neji definitely talks the most out of the main cast lol. And fast too, talks a mile a minute and tone varies hugely)

Kisa finds Fumi standing languidly in the middle of the dance room, taking deep breaths before beginning to dance. A Japanese-style dance where his movements are gentle, beautiful and brilliant. He comments on Kisa staring intently at him, just like during the entrance exam.

Kisa is surprised that Fumi remembered, despite the number of applicants.

Fumi: I remember you and the red-haired guy well cause you two danced so terribly.

Kisa: Oh...

Fumi: I'm just kidding. Though the red-haired guy really did suck.

Kisa introduces herself, and Fumi pauses at hearing the name Tachibana. 3rd year Takashina Sarafumi, 76th class of Univeil, but he prefers being called Fumi, no senpai honorific attached. Kisa ends up calling him Fumi-san.

Fumi: Let's have fun, Kisa. (leaves)

Kisa: It's overwhelming seeing him up close. So that's the power of an Aljeanne.

Kisa goes to her room excited for her new life at Univeil and retires for the night for her 1st day of classes tomorrow.

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silvanable · 4 years ago

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Sweetest Gift : Shingen Takeda

me before writing this : ah, yes, cute fluff time for my husbando. something i would do for his birthday? baking. i would absolutely bake something for that sexy sweet-tooth fiend.

me as i was writing this : wHEN DID WE INVENT BUTTER? WAIT I CAN USE APPLESAUCE— SHIT WHAT ABOUT CHOCOLATE? I CAN SAY WE GOT THAT FROM SPAIN. WHAT’S A 16TH CENTURY OVEN LOOK LIKE?? CREAM CHEESE IS TOO MODERN I CAN’T MAKE THAT!

not to mention i had one way that this was supposed to go and instead i took 3 devours, a u-turn, and then ended up at a different destination. bUT OH WELL.

and i finished it fairly quickly and then went to edit and what do i do? add 5 more pages of my shamelessly simping my heart out haha.

ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS SHAMELESS SELF INDULGENT MESS FOR OUR BELOVED TIGER OF KAI!

↪ GUIDELINES

✒ tags : shingen x oc, fluff, shameless self insert, we got off track and it got long

✒ warnings : n/a

✒ notif crew : @oikame

✒ word count : 4,429

Sometimes, just sometimes, she forgot how different her time and this time was. There were things that she desperately missed about the future, but could live without them. That is until it turned out she really needed them… Particularly butter, chocolate, and an electric oven. All the things the petite girl had grown up with and taken for granted until now.

At least she had planned for this early— having that meticulous but mostly anxious drive to prepare for things long before necessary. She was able to gather all her ingredients and learn the necessary skills for the surprise she wanted to bake.

It also helped to have friends in high places though.

If it was not for Masamune and Nobunaga mostly, and a lot of help from everyone else, it might have been impossible. Luckily she had the best time-traveling ninja on her side, as well as the support of all those at Kasuyagama. It was between her and Sasuke’s uncanny knowledge of ingredients and historical markers together, as well as Nobunaga’s influence over foreign trades, that everything fell into place.

Now it was a matter of keeping it all secret. Shingen, after all, was eerily on par with Mistuhide’s tactical and informational gathering abilities. Lying outright was a definite no but without extreme care, he would find out.

Dancing around the topic was not as hard as she expected, then again being evasive or vague on certain things was almost second nature. After all, when one had four other siblings of varying ages, you had to be quick, not-quite-truthful, and convincing when it came to getting or staying out of trouble.

Any time the subject would get too close to becoming an interrogation, she would always change the subject to what Shingen wanted for his birthday. Of course, each time she was answered with another smooth but cheesy line, how he only wanted to spend the day with her. It was a heartwarming thing but she wanted to do more for him, something more than her words or the little bits of artistry she would leave for him to show her affections.

There were a number of things within her arsenal of creativity that she could do but after their trip to the future, she had kept a particular idea close.

Shingen had taken an affinity to the vast array of sweets from the future. Whether he realized it or not, she had been carefully taking notes on what he enjoyed the most. Of course, with the limitation of certain ingredients not being invented or hard to come by in 16th Japan, improvisation was necessary.

Now it only came down to what she was going to make, which at this rate seemed to be every available confection that could come to mind.

At current, it was truffles, applesauce which was a necessary substitute, and a sinfully hopefully delicious applesauce cake from her Oma’s recipe she could barely remember. At this rate, she might continue her baking spiral and attempt the first edible glitter in the world.

When night came around, the petite girl had rushed off and excused herself to go ‘work’ to finish before tomorrow morning. That was true in part, except that work involved fighting with sugar in the kitchen.

It was probably not the best time to bake but the quiet stillness of the night was an ally. Many people by now would have retired to rest, so it made it easy to move around and do what she needed. Granted, the darkness that stretched over the land also extended into the room the girl needed. Nothing a few quaint candles could not fix nor a nice, warming, bright fire that illuminated all necessary things.

Besides the occasional hum, she was alone with herself and the night. It was far too cold now, being practically December, so there were no nightly sounds from any nocturnal companions. At most, the noises that could be heard were uncontained swears, the crunching of chocolate under a knife, and the occasional hollow ring when she stirred the mixture a little too aggressively.

“I will never call Nobunaga an insufferable asshat behind his back again,” She murmured to herself in the kitchen, “And I will forever worship Masamune’s kitchen skills, he makes it look so easy.” She paused on mixing her ingredients to brush fallen strands of her brown and pink hair from her face, the stubborn few that refused to stay up like she wanted.

She reached off to the side, her hand fumbled across the surface for the sugar. When her fingers reached the edge of the container, she rather haphazardly, pulled it over towards her. A mess she nearly caused when she underestimated the weight and almost sent sugar to dust the floors.

“Oh shit!” Luck would have it no one was around to hear such an unladylike swear to leave her. Equally lucky, she managed to balance the sugar into her arm before she dropped it.

By agreement, Kenshin and Yoshimoto were supposed to distract Shingen for the evening. Sasuke and Yukimura were busy setting things up for the celebration. And she, well she was baking in the growing darkness praying to whatever deity was listening that Shingen would not come looking for her. After all, she had told him she would be busy working and would be done very late because she wanted to spend his birthday with him.

That still did not stop her from stilling every time there was an ominous creak or peculiarly loud howl of the wind. She would pause with a tilt of her head towards the cracked door to listen for the approach of footsteps. Either able to dismiss them being nothing or that the speed and weight of the footfall were not Shingen’s and she would continue.

There were soft voices in the distance this time but too far for her to make out clearly. She shrugged and returned to her mixture. If anything, it would likely be one of the guards who found her in here when they came for a late night snack. She had run into plenty of them like that because they all seemed to have the same thought… which was just their stomach demanding food late in the night.

The bowl was put down with a thud and she turned. Her ingredients all assorted on the counter, just out of reach, with a few measuring tools lying around.

Most of which were left from the evening when she had attempted to make applesauce. It had been a mess, mostly because the help she employed was intent on making a mess rather than cooking. Who was she kidding, she threw the first fistful of sugar. Really she had asked Yukimura and Sasuke for help because it would have taken too long to peel and mash all the apples. That and the fact she hated the texture and taste of applesauce was another big thing, so she needed special guinea pigs to taste test for her before she accidentally poisoned a cake or two.

When the monstrous experiment of a cake was nestled into the oven to cook and the truffles were set aside, it was fairly late into the night.

With a sigh, the petite girl stepped out from the kitchen, and into the cool winter air outside. Brown eyes flitted across the glowing garden, covered in a light layer of powdery snow from the earlier flurry. Her fingers deftly tugged at the collar of her kimono, loosening it and revealing further skin to be greeted by the cold air.

It was a wonder to her how anyone survived before having air conditioning or heaters. Then again, she would not complain after spending so long in a room with a roaring fire. The cold was something she would greet openly but not too much, seeing as she could not get sick until after tomorrow. Still… The snow was tempting to just dive into to cool down.

She took a seat on the edge of the raised walkway, lifting her eyes up to the sky. Stars danced and twinkled, seemingly waving down at her, as clouds lazily breezed across the open sky. The half moon greeted her once again for the night, except this time further in the west, as it descended into the horizon.

That was a sign to how late it was, how low the celestial sphere dipped to signal that sunrise was not far behind its farewell.

The nice was pleasant though. The chill in the air was refreshing and shooed away any sleepiness that had threatened her in the kitchen, enveloped by the warmth of the fire she worked with.

Besides, she could sleep later. There were no rules against a nap in the morning or afternoon before the banquet Kenshin and the others had set up to celebrate Shingen’s birthday. Not sleeping was not entirely uncommon for her either. Staying up late into the night, or dare she say morning, was an old habit that was not entirely her fault. Besides, it was for an important reason she was up right now and she had to use all the time she had to finish her surprise for… well, the man who had stolen her heart completely.

Granted right now, having a break made her realize how much she would have loved to curl into his arms and snuggle against his warm chest. Steal the warmth he radiated to battle the cold she allowed to crawl over her skin.

Her head nodded down, eyes drifted close at the pleasing fantasy. Her body leaned forward and her bare feet caressed over the snow. She jumped up with a start at the sudden damp, frigidness against her skin.

A laugh erupted from her lips as she rubbed her eyes. “Okay, break time is over!” She stretched the wariness out of her bones, not daring to give in to the desire to just hibernate through the pleasant winter season, “Back to the finishing touches!” She turned on her heel, entering the kitchen once more to check on her confections.

Light began to peek over the horizon. Stars began to fade as the deep sapphire of the sky began to fade and instead bled into luxurious shades of red, orange, and pink.

The girl was quiet as she snuck through the halls, careful where she placed her feet as to not make a sound. Luckily she had memorized which boards would creak and groan under her weight after sneaking around at night so often. She made a point to avoid the creaky betrayers, especially as she began to near her and Shingen’s shared room.

A tray in one hand, she slid open the shoji door, almost painfully slow as to not abruptly wake the sleeping figure in the room with any sound.

Teeth sank into her pink bottom lip, quieting the giggle that threatened to escape her as she crept into the room. She knelt beside the futon, the dark material of her kimono pulled aside as she sat on her knees.

The tray, decorated with the special sweets, tea, and fruit was placed safely to the side.

Brown eyes fell to Shingen’s face, admiring the soft way his lips parted and how his chest rose and fell with each deep breath.

He looked so peaceful and calm, she almost did not want to wake him.

A soft smile found its way onto her lips. A tan hand delicately touched over his forehead and brushed the strands of auburn locks from his handsome features. Her loving gaze trailed over his features, following an invisible line over his lips to his jaw, down his neck, and to the exposed skin of his chest that peeked through his sleeping kimono.

The trace of a scar, even in the dimness of the room, could be seen in contrast over the skin of his chest. Unlike all the other scars his battle-worn body bore, this one was the one she was most grateful for, because it had scared her the most. Yet now it meant only one thing to her, that this beautiful and infuriatingly charming man was alive and breathing still, so she could love and adore him for many more years.

She was overwhelmed by happiness, a spark that ignited in her chest and spread from her heart to her fingers and toes. Surely she was dreaming, to have someone as wonderful as him, and to have such a chance to celebrate his life with him.

Slowly, she bowed her head. Soft lips pressed gently against the side of his temple. Warm eyes fluttered closed as her lips lingered. A small, loving smile graced her lips as she barely pulled away.

“Hey, it’s time to wake up, birthday boy,” She whispered against his skin.

Her grin stretched further over her lips as he let out a low, groggy groan. Then she was greeted by his delightfully smoky eyes. The wariness in them faded the moment those silver hues met her dark ones, brought to life with a light that she wished she could bask in forever.

“I will never tire of waking up to see my goddess’s shining smile,” His voice was rough and deep from sleep. How she adored the way in made her heart leap in her chest, eager to listen and hear more of anything he said, so long as it was towards her.

If possible, she smiled wider and stroked his hair gently. “Good morning to you too.”

The smile Shingen gave her caused a giddy feeling to take her over, a mixture of her eagerness and happiness. She should have been ashamed at how easily he made her feel like a little schoolgirl but she could hardly care with how loving that smile was.

She dipped her head again, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. A fleeting touch she almost rescinded to indulge in him deeper, but she had to behave herself.

“C’mon, sit up now, I want to give you something.” Her petite form shuffled back a bit.

“Oh, something for me?” It was unfair how sinful and tempting his voice was as he shifted up onto his arm to watch her.

The edge of the blanket slid down, further revealing a frame hidden only by a thin layer of cotton. Her eyes raked down the outline of his figure. The lazy, satisfied smirk he offered her shook her back to her senses, somewhat at least. She tore her gaze away.

It was a lot warmer suddenly. How strange.

He caught her cheek with his free hand, gently denying her escape, and forced her gaze back to him. The sultry look, focused solely on her, was enough for her to let out a breath— one she had not realized she was holding. The smoldering heat, she knew now, was what radiated off him and the sinful way his eyes glazed over her features.

He guided her back down, joining their lips once again. The kiss, unlike before, was far deeper. His lips moved against hers in sensual skillfulness, drawing her further into him. Her hands pressed against his jaw to cup his face. The cool digits trace slowly over his skin as she drowned into him, savouring him.

It was only the need to breathe that caused them to part. Her faced flushed as her chest rose and lungs greedily sucked in air. Their gazes remained fix on each other, Shingen seemingly satisfied with how out of breath he left her. A callous thumb brushed over her lips gently.

“I do hope it’s you.” His hand lowered from her face, following the curve of her shoulder and down her arm until her hand rested in his.

A giggle escaped her as she moved to her knees, reluctantly allowing her fingers to slip from his, as she crawled away to grab the tray she had brought in.

“Well now you’ve spoiled tonight’s present,” She teased, allowing her fingers to curl into his palm, taking in his warmth.

“And what sort of sweetness would you offer otherwise?”

Her heart jumped, his choice of words seemingly all too specific. But surely she was overthinking it, right?

“I wonder what it might be.” The teasing tone and look he cast her made her flush.

How unfair he was, being so astute and observation. Her midnight snacking sampling of the truffles might have been a bad idea but she had been hungry. There was no doubt she had traces of that confection on her lips.

“You’re awful, it was a surprise!” She playful stuck her tongue at him as she shuffled away, “And I was doing so good too!” She returned to his side, “But despite that—” She presented the tray lavished with a surplus of sweets, “—I made you these.”

The way Shingen’s face had lit up with surprise and awe stole her breath. He was truly unfair to be able to make her heart beat like it did and to make her chest swell with giddy excitement.

Grey eyes flickered up to meet her eyes. Suddenly she felt rather shy under the loving and admirable gaze. The attention and emotions fixed so intently on her made her squeamish. She fidgeted in place, tearing her dark eyes away as she sank into embarrassment, as her face flushed.

“I know it’s not huge but I know how much you loved the sweets, so I wanted to make you some that I grew up around or making. Plus you liked so many of the sweets from the future and I wanted to share that with you—” Was she talking faster, or was that her imagination? “— despite not having everything exactly at our disposal. But just to show you how much I really love you and am so grateful that you’re here so I can make them for you and tell you happy birthday.”

She could still feel his gaze on her while she frantically allowed the words to fall from her mouth. Heat rose up her neck and to her cheeks, dusting the tawny color of her face dusted over with red.

At this rate, the way he was looking at her was going to cause her to implode on herself. Perhaps a run and dive into the snow would do some good to cool her down but she was afraid it would melt if she went near it now.

As silly as it was, his loving attention was still something that flustered her and it did not help she was confessing her feelings through words— she was only good with those when they were written, not spoken.

His callous hands brushed over her own softer ones as he took the tray from her. Fingers delicately guided her chin up to meet his gaze, one that was so soothing but tempting her further.

“And surely you are a goddess— bestowing me with such a beautiful sight and lovely blessings when I should be giving offers to you.” His lips pressed feather-light kisses from her ear to the corner of her mouth.

“Shingen!”

She let out a girlish squeal she was not proud of as his lips stole her own.

“It’s your birthday and—mph!—I’m trying to pour my heart out here!” She tried to pull away from his lips, only finding herself distracted with each time she tried to speak. She could not escape though, not unless he wanted her to, and she could not resist the flurry of affections pressed against her lips again and again to silence her protests.

When she did manage to push away, laughter bubbled from her lips, and she was met with a charming smile. How effortlessly he could make her flustered and steal it away with a touch or a kiss. She both hated and loved him for it.

“And you’re doing a wonderful job.” Fingers brushed through her unusually colored hair and lingered to twirl the pink ends around them.

“I’ll just write it in a letter, that’ll be easier than and you would have to listen to me stumble so ungracefully through it.” She covered her face with a nervous laugh.

Shingen pulled her hands away, laying gentle kisses over her knuckles as he grinned. “No, continue, I quite enjoy how cutely flustered you’re getting.” Of course, he would find her stumbling endearing. What a lovable jerk.

She huffed, trying to hide a smile, and pointed to the tray. “Stop teasing and try them!” Her order was more of a childish demand, “I slaved literally all night and you don’t even know what it took to get half of these ingredients!” It might have started out as a scolding but before she had finished, her words were broken by laughter.

“Oh, so this is that ‘very important’ work you had?” Shingen mused, a twinkle in his eyes, “And that trip to Azuchi?”

She did not have to answer, he already knew, that look said he always knew.

“You’re so unfair! I tried so hard to keep it a secret and be subtle!” She whined, “How did you know?”

“Well,” Shingen said carefully as he picked up one of the truffles, “I do now, especially after such a sweet kiss from your lips,” He offered her a smirk, “And Yuki rushed me away from the kitchen last night saying you were busy when I went looking to pull you to bed.” His amused gaze flickered from her to the confection between his fingers.

So much for subtly. She was definitely going to throw her sandals at Yukimura later for that.

Shingen popped the sweet into his mouth, allowing the sweet chocolaty flavor to coat over his tongue as it practically melted in his mouth. A satisfied hum filled the air as he reached for another one of the delightful chocolate bites.

All while the girl wiggled eagerly in her seat, an unspoken question reflected on her face.

“Delicious,” He purred the praise praised.

She sighed in relief. There should not have been anything to worried about to begin with, seeing as it was not hard to please a man who would eat anything so long as it involved sugar. But there was always that underlying anxiousness to whatever she did for him and she had worked so hard, so she only wanted it to be perfect.

A truffled was pressed to her lips, the man responsible smiling sweetly at her.

“Open,” The order was obeyed almost immediately, allowing the tasty morsel to melt into sweetness her mouth.

“It was worth all the trouble,” She mumbled from behind her hand with a smile.

It was not long before the tea and confections had been finished off, leaving the tray empty. Something she took great pride in.

She moved to grab the tray but was stopped by a hand on her wrist. In the next moment, she was pulled into a warm, comforting embrace. There was no protest from her, she only nestled into his chest and wrapped her arms around him in return.

“This was a lovely way to wake up,” Shingen hummed, his voice rumbling through his chest. Her eyes closed to listen to his heart and the soft rumble of his voice, a smile on her lips.

“I’m glad. And there’s plenty left in the kitchen. Just don’t tell Yuki I let you have some already.” She giggled against him.

“Of course not,” Shingen replied, laughter in his voice.

Now with the petite girl trapped in his arms, he fell back into the futon, which had began to cool with the absence of their warm presences.

“Wait—!” She made to protest but he shushed her immediately, lips finding her own to steal whatever complaints or excuse might befall those lips next.

Clearly kissing her into submission was his only choice. So when she broke away from the kiss, his lips immediately sought hers again, pulling her further into his warmth and inviting her to melt into him.

“I’m afraid I’m still quite tired,” The playfulness in his tone suggested otherwise, “And my darling goddess has worked all throughout the night without rest.”

She rolled her eyes. “If this is a guilt trip it won’t work. Nothing you can say will get me to stay. I’ve got more to set up for today still.”

“Oh, but it’s my birthday is it not? I can request you stay here with me and rest a little while longer. You would not deny me of my wishes on my special day, would you?” Even his pout was sensual and charming.

Brown eyes met grey ones as she looked up at him. Her glare was far too cute to be threatening and it spoke volumes to him. Apparently, he was playing the right angle and they knew it would work against her. She would never be so cruel as to deny him.

“It will be your fault if I don’t wake up for the party then—” Her eyes widened and she gave him a wary glance, “—you knew about that already too, right?”

He laughed. The sound filled the room with warmth, despite the cold outside, and vibrated through his chest, enveloping her as she hugged him.

“I did,” He replied, “So will you stay, my darling goddess?”

How could she resist such a sweet request and that roguishly charming smile?

She hid her face in his chest, “You’re so mean.” He was anything but mean, but she had a right to whine against his charm.

Fingers laced in her hair, rubbing soothing circles through the curiously colored locks. “You need your rest, I can’t have you drifting to sleep during the banquet—” A pair of brown eyes peeked up at him, “—Or tonight when I’ll indulge in the rest of my gift.” And promptly those eyes disappeared again.

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, he could feel the heat radiate from her skin. How cute she was.

She pinched his arm in response.

“Be quiet, I’m trying to sleep,” She scolded, the embarrassed tone only barely muffled by his kimono.

“Of course, you will need it…” He paused as she settled against him, “Because you won’t be resting tonight.” His provocative tone left nothing to her imagination, he knew.

“SHINGEN!” She slapped his arm gently, face flushed red as she glared at him. That glare was anything but meaningful, he knew, because those murky, night eyes betrayed how eager she was for night to fall.

Besides, he truly wanted was her.

She was the sweetest gift after all.

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lloydskywalkers · 5 years ago

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a complicated profession

Chapter One

This is one of the longest, most self-indulgent fics I’ve written in a while and it is entirely @ninjawhoa‘s fault (and i mean that in the best way possible but u know). So the full inspiration for Kai and Nya as Mandalorians goes to them <3

Honestly the best way I can summarize this is to explain that I started it out saying “lol there’s no way I’m gonna write Lloyd as baby yoda”. then 11k words later. Lloyd as baby yoda.

(while you don’t technically need to have watched the mandalorian to understand this, it will kinda help and you’ll probably guess who Cole’s gonna be. plus it’s just a Good Show in general, so u should watch it)

Kai’s not a heartless person, despite what some people might say.

But he’s not the kind of person that keeps many regrets, either. In his line of work, he can’t afford to be. Mandalorians aren’t known for their expressiveness in the first place, and the helmet has long hidden any grimace he might make at his and Nya’s less…savory jobs. But he’ll never show it otherwise, because they are Mandalorian, which means they’re the best of warriors or bounty hunters to be had, and you don’t become the best by regretting who you blast in the back and who you freeze in carbonite this week.

But there are some things — a precious few — that he does regret, and he does hold on to. And one of the more current, glaring ones is that he really should have pressed for more information on their target this time.

Specifically in regards to its age.

“I thought they said it would be forty-six years old,” he says blankly, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice. For a moment, he’s glad that Nya’s still outside, covering him where he’s snuck in to the compound with the assassin droid. Because while the droid can’t tell that Kai’s gobsmacked, Nya absolutely could, and she’d never let him live it down.

The target stares up at him where it’s hidden itself beneath an old weapons rack, its eyes wide and curious on his helmet. It’s definitely their target, no question — Kai’s tracker hasn’t stopped going nuts since he got this close to it — but it’s also definitely not forty-six years old.

It’s a kid. No older than six, at most — a human boy, from appearance, but the red eyes staring back at him lead Kai to believe their target’s a lot more than just some human. That and the obscene bounty that’s sitting on it, and the ridiculous amount of guards they had to fight through to get this far.

The assassin droid takes a jerking step forward, the gear on the left side of its face glowing dark red, and the child curls back, the first movement Kai’s seen it make — though he can’t really blame it, after the shootout they’ve had right outside the door. It doesn’t speak, either, just continues to stare at him with those wide, crimson eyes, as if Kai’s the most fascinating thing it’s ever seen. Then those eyes flick to the droid, and the gaze turns frightened.

“Four to six,” the assassin droid clarifies, its voice as monotone as ever. “Species unknown.”

“It’s supposed to be older.” Kai knows his voice is too quiet, too young. He doesn’t sound as old as he’s pretending to be.

“A shame, that it will never be,” the droid clicks. “But its life ends here.”

The droid brings its blaster up, and the kid’s eyes clench shut. Kai’s moving before he can think, shoving the droid’s arm so the blaster isn’t trained on the kid.

“I’m supposed to bring it back alive,” he hisses.

“And I am supposed to bring it back dead,” the droid replies blandly, it’s glowing eyes staring at Kai’s helmet. “Step aside. It will yield less trouble for everyone this way.”

Kai stares at the droid, revulsion twisting in his gut. He hates droids.

But he also knows that this is an assassin droid for a reason, and that it’s proven a valuable ally as it is.

The droid pulls away, its blaster clicking back on. Kai turns back to the kid, all frightened eyes beneath its mop of golden hair.

The blaster levels with the kid’s head, and the fear turns to resignation. Kai knows that look.

For an awful half second, he sees another child huddled before him, another child alone in the world, tear-stained and hopeless and lost.

There’s a click of a trigger, and blaster fire flashes bright across the room.

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Nya’s just finished cleaning up the last of the stragglers who were guarding the compound by the time her brother finally emerges from it, scraping dark stains from the edge of her weapons with the gritty sand that drowns this planet. She scowls — she hates desert planets on a good day, because the sand gets all in the cracks of her armor and wears down the gears on their ship, but sand will always soak up blood better than anything else will.

She frowns at the bodies that litter the sand around them, scrubbing a hand over the plating of her helmet. They’ve gone through an awful lot of trouble for this job, more so than usual. Ronin wasn’t kidding when he said their client made a steep demand.

It had better be worth it, she thinks, as the familiar sound of her brother’s boots draws nearer. She blinks as he steps out of the compound, the absence of the CRY-11 droid he went in with painfully noticeable. Maybe there was a disagreement on who got the bounty…? The question is on her lips, when she finally catches sight of what’s in his arms.

Nya stares. Her brother is not dragging a struggling target to them. Her brother is holding a baby, the thing tucked close in his arms. Well — not a baby, exactly, if it’s big enough to cling to Kai’s armor like that, but — it’s a tiny kid.

“What is that,” she asks, her voice slow and measured through her helmet.

Kai tightens his grip on the shivering kid, who’s yet to unfurl his fingers where they grip tightly around his breastplate, face pressed into his shoulder. He’s silent for a beat, and the quiet feels loud, surrounding the two of them and the kid and the piles of dead bodies around them.

“Our payday,” Kai finally says, sounding eternally exhausted.

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It was supposed to be a simple target, if a difficult one.

Sure, their client was Imperial — or ex-Imperial, though either way is just as bad, in Kai’s opinion — but the guy was straightforward enough. A bit saccharine, a lot creepy, but clearly eager to pay for a target. And the payment — Kai hasn’t seen that much Beskar steel since their father’s smithy, and the prospect of winning at least some of it back, at least some of what the Empire took from their people, was too much to turn down (even if it did mean working with Imperials).

Not that he and Nya had been planning on turning him down in the first place. The downside about being the best bounty hunters on this side of the galaxy is that, eventually, they run out of targets that’ll earn them money. They’ve cleaned out all Ronin’s best offers, and they’d needed more.

It’s how they got this target. Not favoritism from Ronin — no matter what the other Hunter’s Guild members say — because as their planet’s head of local bounty headers, favoritism isn’t something he can afford showing. No, Kai and Nya got this target because they are the best, and they always follow through on a job.

But bounty hunting commissions are a two-way street, and Kai knew they should’ve pressed for more information than just “here’s a tracker, you’ll know the target when you see it”.

Then maybe they wouldn’t have ended up trekking across this awful desert with a kid in tow.

“What would a bunch of Imps want with a kid?” Nya asks again, brushing sand from where it’s collected in the corners of her elbow armor. “He doesn’t seem like he’s worth that much.”

“Tell that to the guard detail they had on ‘im,” Kai mutters, wincing at the new scorch marks on his armor. That steel payment is going to come in handy a lot sooner than he’d thought.

“Well yeah, but…” Nya’s helmet swivels toward the kid, where it’s yet to move from the patch of sand it’s claimed in their campground. It hasn’t said much of anything since Kai took it from the compound, but it hadn’t fought Kai either, so that’s something. Not trust, maybe, but the way the kid stares at them seems curious, which is a lot better than hostile.

Makes it easier for transporting it, and all.

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Nya finally huffs, pulling her knees up to her chest, looking very much like the child she is, and a lot less like the callous assassin she’s supposed to be.

“You say that like Imperials have ever made sense,” Kai yawns, stretching his arms. “Look, our job is to bring the kid back, not to ask questions.”

“And to blast Guild assassin droids on the way?” Nya quips, drily.

Kai shrugs, his head tilting down. He wasn’t gonna let the droid just kill the kid. Even if the bounty hadn’t been a part of it, he’s not that heartless.

And he’d known the look in the kid’s eyes.

And he hates droids anyways, so it’s a win all around.

“I wonder what’s so special about him,” Nya murmurs, tilting her head at the child. It shifts under her gaze, almost anxiously.

Kai shrugs again, and turns his head as well. “Hey, kid. What’s your deal?”

He can feel the face Nya’s making at him beneath her helmet, but Kai ignores her, watching the kid intently. The kid stares back, blinking once at him.

Then it turns away, pulling the edge of Kai’s lent cloak tighter around its shoulders, and says nothing.

Kai bites back a sigh. He doesn’t know why he’s expecting anything more. It’s not like every quarry’s supposed to be jumping for conversation at being used as bounty. Heck, he doesn’t even know if the kid can talk. Or if it does, maybe it’s the wrong language…?

Kai doesn’t know why he’s trying to care.

“Eloquent as always,” Nya snorts. Kai throws her a gesture, and Nya retaliates by kicking sand up on him as she stands. “I’m gonna head back to the ship,” she says, shouldering her weapons. “Need to make sure nothing’s scrapped it yet. I’ve seen too many Jawas running around here.”

“Yeah, sure,” Kai smirks. “Checking back in with Jay while you’re at it wouldn’t happen to part of the plan, would it?”

Nya’s foot connects with his side this time, and Kai cackles instead of sweeping her leg out from under her. Nya’s helmet shakes side to side, and Kai can picture the blush she’s sporting beneath it.

“You are going to check back in with Jay,” she huffs. “We’ve still gotta thank him for helping us out, and the kid probably needs to eat eventually.”

“There’s always frogs,” Kai mutters.

“You are not letting him try and swallow a frog whole again,” Nya snaps, clearly not over the earlier incident, in which the kid had revealed a set of unnaturally sharp teeth, apparently trying to snack on one of the planet’s tiny amphibians.

“Maybe it’s naturally carnivorous, like the Togruta,” Kai shoots back. Nya crosses her arms. Kai crosses his.

The debate between calling the kid him or it has been ongoing since they left the compound, but Kai’s not budging. If you give your target humanity, you start to get in trouble.

“I’ll meet you at Jay’s, then,” he finally relents. “Be back before morning, alright?”

Nya makes a sound of amusement, the dying sunlight flashing off her helmet as she shakes it. She knocks armored knuckles against his own helmet, sending mild reverberations around Kai’s skull.

“I’ll be back when I’m back,” she says, but he catches the undercurrent of a promise in her voice. She turns away, her helmet tilting toward the kid where he sits unmoving, still silent. Her hand twitches, and for a moment, it looks like she’s about to reach a hand to ruffle his tangled hair.

Her hand finally goes loose, hanging limply by her side, and her helmet dips.

“Take care of the kid, okay?”

Kai nods. He almost scoffs, makes a comment — they won’t get paid for a dead kid.

But somehow, he knows that thought isn’t what makes her say it.

***********************************

Kai didn’t always live his life under a helmet. Probably wouldn’t have chosen too, necessarily, if given the choice — he’s got some pretty great hair, he likes to think, and perpetually hiding it is a tragedy in and of itself — but, that is to say, he’s not complaining.

Living with his head beneath a helmet is better than the alternative, which Nya always jokes would be living without a head at all.

Kai’s lips curl into a half-grin behind the helmet, in the way he only does when Nya jokes. It’s a half-truth; they both know that had the Mandalorians not seen to take them on as Foundlings, had they not swooped in at the last moment to rain blaster fire on the battle droids, then well…

Well. The little that would be left of them would likely be scattered in the streets with their parents.

The half-smile has now long since disappeared from Kai’s face, but no one could tell. Nya could, probably — she has a way of knowing him like that, just as he does her, exactly what face he’s making behind the helmet — but she’s not here now.

There’s a shuffling noise beside him, and Kai is abruptly reminded at what is here with him.

…alright, calling the kid a what does feel like too much. He should give it who, at least. The kid’s quiet, but there’s enough sentience, and enough expression in its eyes to communicate that its…well, a person.

A bounty, Kai reminds himself. A quarry. At the end of the day, the kid’ll be in someone else’s hands, and Kai’s own hands will be full of well-earned payment. It won’t do to go getting attached, or anything so blatantly stupid. Kai hasn’t gotten this far on sentiment.

The kid keeps staring at him with those eyes, the odd red glinting in the dying sun as it trudges beside him. Not for the first time, Kai wonders what, exactly, type of being the kid even is. It looks human, certainly. Its hair’s gold enough to pass for the Mandalorian royalty of the old Republic, and the teeth could be attributed to mixed blood. The eyes, too.

But the price on its head, for a simple human? Not likely.

Kai glances back at the kid, and is hit with an unpleasant jolt when he realizes it’s no longer by his side. There’s a brief moment of panic before Kai finds it, trailing just behind him, a scowl on its face as it trudges through the thickening sand.

It’s more expression than Kai’s seen on the kid all day, and it almost makes him laugh.

“Having some trouble, there?” he asks, watching the kid struggle up the sandbank in amusement.

The kid looks up, red eyes narrowing, and — “Slow.”

Kai blinks rapidly. He’s been about ninety-nine percent sure the kid can’t talk. So the quiet voice that suddenly comes from it is enough to give him pause, for a moment.

“So you do talk,” he manages. “Wanna tell me what you are?”

The kid finally reaches him, puffing its cheeks out as it breathes heavily, looking exhausted. It probably is, with the pace Kai’s been driving them at.

He doesn’t feel a pang of guilt at that, he tells himself.

The kid blows a breath out. “Slow,” it says again, voice dull.

Kai snorts in spite of himself. “You are slow, huh.”

The kid glares at him. Kai shakes his head, then steps forward, scooping the kid up and settling it on his back, like he used to with Nya when she was younger. The kid goes rigid for a beat, then Kai feels tiny fingers digging into the grooves of his armor, clinging tightly.

“Don’t get used to this,” Kai warns, as he continues to make his way across the barren wasteland. “It’s a one-time thing.”

The kid says nothing, but Kai wasn’t expecting anything, either.

***********************************

Nya’s already made it back to Jay’s outpost by the time Kai and the kid reach it, and judging by her irritated posture, their ship probably has been scrapped. That or Jay’s said something incredibly stupid again, which wouldn’t be unusual, but Nya normally finds Jay’s stupid to be funny, as opposed to…whatever’s put her in a mood.

Kai, on the other hand, does not find it funny, like how Jay laughs for a full ten minutes when he catches sight of the kid. He’s more tempted to slug him in the jaw, or something, because that’s Kai’s approach to almost everything that annoys him.

“This?” Jay says between snickers, as he stares at the kid. “This is what’s been tearing the planet apart?”

The kid’s been shifted back to his hip by now, and it hides its face in Kai’s armor, shrinking away from Jay. Something in the gesture makes Kai’s chest feels weird, so he glares at Jay instead, before remembering that Jay can’t see it.

“Apparently,” Nya answers for him, her voice weary. “It’s not exactly our usual bounty.”

“I’ll say,” Jay snorts, laughter still in his voice. He tilts his head, studying the kid with his bright eyes. Kai lets him inch closer, reluctantly. Jay’s loud and obnoxious, but he’s also one of the cleverest people Kai and Nya know in their corner of the galaxy. Normally, he’s just their repair guy — no one knows ships like Jay, whether they’re in the sky or on the ground, and he hasn’t gained a reputation as an ace pilot for nothing.

Why he’s chosen to stake out here, with the other best mechanic on this side of the galaxy, is still a mystery to Kai, but he’s one of the closest things they have to a friend, and at the end of the day, Kai does trust him.

“Yeah, I got no idea what he is,” Jay finally says, stepping back and running an oil-stained hand through his auburn hair. His mouth quirks up. “Hey, maybe he’s a Sith. Y’know, with the eyes?”

“Like the wizard people?” Nya says, her voice twisting, as if she’s wrinkling her mouth.

Jay rolls his eyes. “Sure, the wizard people. Geez, this galaxy forgets everything—” he cuts off, as if feeling the gazes he’s getting from behind both helmets. “I’m joking. Sith eyes are yellow. I’d guess he’s a mixed human, if anything.”

“It’s worth a lot, that’s what’s important,” Kai grouses.

Jay blinks, staring at the kid again.

“You’re seriously delivering a kid as a bounty?” he finally asks. His voice is even, guarded, but Kai doesn’t have to look far to find the carefully censored judgement in his voice.

“Well, the Imps want ‘im, and you know how they are when they don’t get what they want,” Kai says, sharply.

Jay’s smile disappears. Nya’s helmet swivels toward him, and Kai bites his tongue, mentally cursing himself.

Jay might be the loudest chatterbox he’s met in the galaxy, so it’s easy to forget sometimes. It’s not easy to forget why they come to him so often, because again, no one knows ships like Jay and no one does repairs like Jay, but it’s easy to forget where he comes from.

But the scars are there, hidden behind the sleeves of the blue jacket he always wears, and if Kai looks hard enough, he might even be able to decipher the Imperial brand beneath the mess of scarring Jay’s made over it.

Jay might have made it out, but Imperial slavery isn’t something you just walk off. Especially not when it’s taken both your home planet and your parents.

Jay’s bright eyes shutter, darkening at the mention. Kai wants to kick himself. He wishes Zane were here, like he often is to help with repairs — he’s always better at talking to Zane. Probably because Zane is a whole lot quieter, and doesn’t try so hard to make him talk back.

He’s saved by the kid lifting its head, red eyes watching Jay with an undecipherable expression. Jay shifts, a bit uncomfortably, and Kai gets it. The kid’s eyes feel a bit like the ocean — there’s too much in that gaze, and if you look too deep, you’ll end up lost.

Or maybe Kai’s just being dramatic again. He’s been told he does that a lot.

So maybe he’s too busy being dramatic to miss what happens next, but the next thing he knows the kid has suddenly reached out and has one little hand on Jay’s arm, like it’s trying to comfort him. Or maybe it’s gotten fed up of the way Jay squints at it, and it’s finally decided to try and shut him up, but—

Nope, Jay’s eyes are going the kind of watery that mean the kid’s done something right.

He gives a ragged breath, patting the kid’s hand before pulling away. “Cute kid,” he says, flashing a brief smile. He shakes his head, and something like regret crosses his face before he speaks again. “Alright. Let’s get your ship back together, so you can get out of my hair already.”

***********************************

As it turns out, their ship has been scrapped by Jawas while they were gone after all — typical — and that’s why Zane’s been missing.

“I managed to track them until they stopped,” he says, brushing crusted sand from his hair as he dismounts the speeder. The kid eyes him curiously from behind Kai, where it’s taken to standing most of the time. Kai’s pretty sure that it likes Jay, and it definitely likes Nya, but for some reason it’s picked Kai to stick to like a barnacle.

Persistent little brat.

“Did you take care of them, then?” Kai asks, carefully maneuvering the kid out of his path with his boot as he re-shoulders his weapon.

Zane gives him a blisteringly dry look, and despite the helmet Kai feels his cheeks heat.

“If by that you mean, ‘did I murder them all’, then no, I did not take care of them,” Zane sighs. “I did, however, manage to bargain with them, if you’re up for the task.”

“We’re up for any task,” Kai says hotly. “It’d just be a lot easier if we—“

“Shut up and listened to Zane, who’s been very helpful,” Nya interrupts him. Kai’s helmet swivels to her incredulously, and Jay snorts. Kai finally crosses his arms, slumping down on one of the radiators with a scowl. He glances to the kid, who’s decided to settle on his left, his own arms crossed in imitation of Kai’s.

It’s almost enough to lift his mood.

“Can you believe this, kid,” he mutters instead. “Sold out by my own sister.”

“I didn’t sell you out,” Nya huffs. “I’m trying to get us our ship back. What’s the bargain, Zane?”

Zane purses his lips, suddenly looking a bit hesitant. “Well, that’s the difficult part,” he says. “You could pay them in credits—“

“Imperial?” Kai asks.

“New Republic,” Zane replies. Nya mutters a curse.

Kai exhales wearily. “And the other option?”

Zane winces. “There’s a Krayt Dragon egg,” he begins.

He doesn’t need to finish. Kai knows what that look on his face means, even if he knows little else about Zane.

While Kai and Nya know Jay’s past well enough, Zane’s is a mystery. Maybe it’s just because he’s quieter than Jay, and a lot less likely to blurt out his entire backstory after one glass of Corellian whiskey, but the most Kai’s ever been able to pick up about Zane’s past is that he doesn’t like talking about it. He was with the Rebel Alliance at some point, though he’s quiet about his experience in it, and it lead him to Jay, who he’s stuck with ever since. The two are formidable mechanics and crackshot pilots, and combined they’re solid allies to have on your side.

Except, of course, when they suggest tackling Krayt Dragons as means to win back their ship parts.

“No way,” Nya says. “Nuh-uh. We’d like to come out of this one alive, thanks.”

“Yeah, no offense, but that armor’s seen better days,” Jay says, looking pointedly at Kai. “I don’t think they’d be here to claim the ship parts after that, Zane.”

Kai’s common sense evaporates, as it tends to do when literally anyone underestimates him.

“Excuse me, we’re not the best bounty hunters on this side of the galaxy for nothing,” he snaps, glaring at Jay. “Armor or not. Some of us don’t need fancy tools to get the job done.”

Jay’s mouth screws up. “I literally make fancy tools for you to get the job done with on a weekly basis—“

“Zane,” Kai says, studiously ignoring Jay, who doesn’t know what he’s talking about at all, clearly. “Did they give you coordinates?”

Nya makes a muffled sound of agony, and the kid glances up at him curiously. The edge of Zane’s mouth tilts up, as if he’d known Kai would be on board from the very start.

“You won’t need them,” he says. “The sound will be enough.”

***********************************

The sound is enough. More than enough, in fact, Kai thinks, gritting his teeth as the Krayt Dragon’s screech reverberates through his helmet.

“Kai, get up!”

Nya’s screech of terror almost rivals it though, the panic in her voice triggering a rush of adrenaline in Kai’s battered body. He forces himself to roll just in time, the dragon’s sharp claws sinking into the sand where his head had been. Kai’s armor clanks as he moves, scrambling wildly to his feet, and he bites back a curse. It pains him to admit it — in more ways than one — but Jay was right. They’re going to need to put that Beskar steel right toward new armor, if they survive long enough to actually get their payment.

“Why won’t this thing go down!” Nya grunts, one of her curved knives flashing as the dragon’s tail sends it flying.

“Hit it with the flamethrower again!” Kai calls, fiddling with the controls on his own. He’s regretting having used his own flamethrower as much as he has — his fuel stores are dangerously low.

“Why is that your answer to everything!” Nya snaps, which may have less to do with irritation toward him than it does the dragon that just tried to eat her left leg. “It’s a dragon, this thing won’t burn, idiot!”

It hasn’t met me yet, Kai wants to bite back, but he’s forced to shut his mouth as his next shot goes ricocheting off the dragon’s skin, just before it bowls him over.

“Kai!”

Nya’s scream of visceral horror bounces around his battered brain as the dragon tries its best to trample him, Kai desperately flailing as he tries to stay alive. One of its legs hits his chest, and there’s an ominous crackling sound as he shrieks, fighting back tears of pain. Razor-sharp, dripping teeth flash in his vision, and Kai prepares to shut his eyes even as his brain kicks into overdrive.

He can’t die now, he can’t, he promised, Nya—

Then — relief, blessed relief as he can breathe again. Kai doesn’t dare to hope, but a beat passes. Then another, and another, and there’s no awful sensation of teeth tearing into him. Nya’s gone quiet. Kai frowns, then carefully lifts the arm he’s flung over his face, blinking.

He immediately wishes he’d kept his eyes shut, because that would make this whole thing much easier to explain.

Kai gapes open-mouthed at the Krayt Dragon where it flails mid-air, held hovering by some unseen force as it struggles. Nya’s dropped both her weapons, her arms swinging limply where she stares at the scene as well. Kai’s about to start questioning his sanity, when there’s a small grunting noise from beside him, and he turns.

Oh, that doesn’t help, either.

The kid’s got one arm outstretched toward the dragon, his eyes furrowed and his mouth all set and strained. His arm tremors, and the dragon wavers mid-air, before the kid catches himself, making a face and concentrating. The dragon’s limbs go stiff, as if held by invisible ropes, and it gives a screech of frustration, claws scratching uselessly at the air.

Kai begins questioning his sanity.

Maybe I am dead, he thinks, hazily.

“What,” Nya says, sounding utterly flabbergasted. “The hell.”

“He’s gotta be one of them,” she insists, after they’ve traded the Jawas their disgusting dragon egg for their ship parts. (They’ve left the dragon alive, if worse for wear, which was a lot more than it deserved, if you asked Kai.)

“Those — those wizard people Jay was talking about, y’know?” Nya continues eagerly. “I heard they were supposed to have crazy powers like that, mind stuff and levitation and — and he’s gotta be one of them.”

“What, a Jedi?” Kai scoffs, his eyes straying to kid where he’s slumped in his arms, solidly out for the count after the stunt he’d pulled. “Yeah, and I’m the prince of Naboo. The Jedi are dead, Nya.”

“No, they aren’t,” she says stubbornly, and Kai can imagine her lip sticking out. “There’s that Rebellion hero, the pilot? He’s a Jedi.”

“That’s a legend they made up to get people to join, Nya.”

“Then how do you explain him?” Nya finally says, throwing her arms out and gesturing. The kid’s eyes drag open blearily, and he stares at her in sleepy confusion. Nya’s arms immediately drop, and she lowers her voice.

“How do you explain what he did back there,” she says, less aggressively this time. “Because you can’t write that off as a legend.”

“I don’t know,” Kai says, for what feels like the hundredth time, and it grates at him. He doesn’t like not knowing things, but this is…beyond the comprehension he’s ever expected to need. “It explains why he’s worth so much, though.”

“I’ll say,” Nya mutters. “It’s ‘cause he’s a Jedi.”

“He’s Jedi bounty then,” Kai says flatly, as they finally reach their ship, still anchored near Jay’s outpost. “The important thing is, we got our parts back. Now let’s get them on.”

“You’re hopeless,” Nya huffs, but she complies, dropping her weapons and grabbing for a welding torch. “I’ll get started, you — no, you sit here with the kid.” She shoves at him, pushing him away from the parts and down onto an open patch of sand. “Jay’ll be out in a bit, and he can help me. You need to rest those ribs.”

“I’m fine,” he protests, but his ribs twinge as he sits, and the kid’s weight hasn’t been helping things. Nya’s helmet gleams in the moonlight as she tilts her head, and Kai can feel her judgement.

“I’m sitting,” he grumbles.

“Good,” Nya says, and he doesn’t miss the flicker of relief in her voice. “Keep the kid safe.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Kai sighs, shifting the kid from his arms and setting him down next to him. He gives a breath of laughter, muttering, “Maybe he’ll keep me safe."

The kid doesn’t pipe up, pulling his legs up to his chest as he wraps his arms around them, yawning instead. Kai shakes his head, his eyes drifting to where Nya works on the ship, then back to the kid again. He thinks of the way the kid had held the Krayt Dragon earlier, of the power that might lie in that tiny frame.

“Well, you might not be a Jedi, but you’re definitely something, short stuff,” Kai sighs, wincing as his shoulder twinges again. He’s not likely to forget how vicious Krayt Dragons can be anytime soon, that’s for—

“Lloyd.”

The kid’s voice is so quiet, Kai almost misses it. He blinks, then turns to the kid.

“What?”

The kid shuffles, then jabs his thumb at his own chest. “Lloyd,” he repeats, firmly. “Name. That’s mine.”

It is, quite possibly, the most Kai has heard the kid say at one time. It’s also surprising, for some reason, that he’s got a name, though it shouldn’t be.

“Lloyd,” he says, running the name over his tongue. It doesn’t sound like a name from anywhere around here. “Where’s that from?”

The kid stares at him, then looks away, one of his shoulders jerking up in a half-shrug much like Kai does.

“Don’t know,” he says, and Kai barely catches the sad little thread of emotion in his voice.

Barely, but it’s there.

Kai bites his lip, grateful, as always, that his expression is hidden from the world. It makes his next gesture much easier to write off as casual — simply draping his cloak over the kid’s shoulders to ward off the cold of the desert night. Nothing more.

The kid’s fingers wrap tightly around the tattered cloak edges, pulling it close, and something in his expression softens. Kai feels unreasonably satisfied with himself.

He’s really not a bad kid, for an unreasonably high-priced bounty, Kai thinks to himself.

And yes, he’s fully aware that he’s switched from it to him, and he knows that this is more than likely going to end in pain, but hey. The kid pretty much just took down a Krayt Dragon to single-handedly to save him.

It’s the least he can give him.

Besides, it’s not like he’s about to start using his name.

***********************************

They get their ship repairs finished in record time. Nya argues that Jay and Zane get their ship repairs done in record time, along with Nya’s help, and Kai had zero contribution whatsoever — but Kai reminds her that he was the one to get trampled by a Krayt Dragon for this, so he’s put in more than his fair share of work, thank you very much.

“All you did was lie there,” Nya huffs, as they rocket through hyperspace. “The kid did more work than you.”

Normally Kai would have a snappy retort to give back, but Nya’s voice sounds dangerously…well, dangerous. There’s been a heavy cloud of gloom hanging over her since they waved goodbye to Jay and Zane, more so than there usually is. And, as much as Kai knows part of it is probably from having to leave Jay behind again, he’s not dumb enough to realize that a lot of Nya’s bad mood has to do with their destination.

It’s not like he’s thrilled about it himself.

He lets her words linger instead, the two of them falling into silence where they sit, pilot and co-pilot as always in their ship. There’s an ongoing argument over who fills what role, but Nya’s in a bad enough mood to let Kai take the lead for today, at least.

It’s a hollow victory. Flying with Nya is one of the few things about this job he enjoys, the two of them racing through the galaxy, untethered by anyone or anything. Set upon by the heavy silence as they are now, though, it’s more depressing than anything.

There’s a quiet rustling, and a mop of bright blond hair pops up at Kai’s side, the kid going up on tip-toes as he strains to peer over the ship controls. His mouth falls open as he catches sight of the blurring blue lights of hyperspace, the streaming lines reflecting in his wide eyes. Nya’s helmet doesn’t move, but Kai knows her eyes are on the kid. He turns his head, letting the kid know his are, as well.

“Never seen space before?” he asks, keeping his tone even.

The kid shakes his head, the lights shifting in his eyes as he does. “Don’t remember,” he murmurs, sounding awestruck.

Kai swallows uncomfortably. The kid looks dazzled, more emotive than he’s been since Kai carried him out from that compound. There’s a sinking part of him that’s trying to figure out what the kid’s gonna look like when Kai hands him over for the bounty, and he needs to go ahead and smother that.

He’ll find out soon enough, anyways.

The kid suddenly moves, a skinny arm reaching out across the controls, and—

“Hey, I need that!” Kai exclaims, as the kid steps back, the ball-like knob from the center stick he’d snatched grasped firmly in his hands. The kid dodges his grasp, prize held tightly to his chest, and Nya gives a muffled snort of laughter.

Kai takes a breath. “Kid—“

The kid ignores him, stepping back to the spare seat he’s been huddled in. He turns the knob over in his hands, eyes curious, before shifting so he’s sitting cross-legged. He then cups his hands around the knob, leaving the little ball to hover mid-air, suspended.

Kai wants to run a hand through his hair. Or hit his head against the flight controls. He does neither, groaning quietly instead.

“We’ve picked up a mutant freak.”

“Be nice,” Nya warns, her helmet still fixed toward the kid. “He might turn his wizard powers on you, next.”

“They’re not called wizards, Nya, they’re called Jedi, and he isn’t one.“

“Maybe he’s a Sith, then.”

“Sith eyes are yellow, Jay said so, his are clearly red.”

“Maybe Jay was wrong, then.”

“Maybe Jay was wrong?” Kai repeats, incredulous. “Glad you’re finally seeing sense, but that’s a new one.”

“Shut up,” Nya mutters, and Kai can clearly picture the dark stain that’s spreading across her cheeks. “He knows more than you do, you — you nerf-herder.”

“Nerf-herder?!” Kai swivels in his chair, pointing a finger toward her. “You watch your mouth, you under-grown womp rat—“

“I will curse you out in Huttese—“

The tiniest of sounds cuts through their argument, soft and light. Kai blinks rapidly, turning as Nya does to stare at the kid, who’s exhaling on the end of a giggle, hand over his mouth and his eyes bright. The smile fades at their attention, and he ducks his head — but there’s still that edge of happiness in his expression, the slight turn at the corners of his mouth.

“…he laughed at us,” Nya says, blankly.

“Well,” Kai says, willing his voice to sound light and failing completely. “We’re funny people.”

Nya says nothing in reply, but Kai can feel her stare on him through his helmet. The kid makes a quiet humming noise, turning the little knob over in his hands again. Kai sets his jaw, then snatches the knob away from the kid.

“S’not a toy,” he says at the kid’s wounded expression, twisting the knob back in place. He doesn’t look pleased with this answer, but the kid doesn’t put up an argument either, sinking back in his seat and pulling his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them as he stares out at the streaking stars.

Nya’s helmet swivels from him to the kid, then back again. “Kai—”

“Don’t,” he warns. “Don’t, Nya. This is how we get in trouble.”

She makes a quiet sound of frustration. “This is different. We’ve never…”

Kai blows his breath out, long and slow. “I know. I know, but Nya, we took the job.”

Nya’s hands tighten on the controls. “Screw the job.”

Kai jerks his head toward her, wishing for once that she could see his expression. “Not with this client. They’re Imperials, they’re too dangerous.”

“They’re Imperials,” Nya repeats, emphatically. “That should make it worth the danger.”

Kai presses his lips together, but he doesn’t argue back. He knows, he knows. He knows why Nya wants to abandon the job right now, because he does too. The very idea of handing their kid over to the client is making his stomach turn.

And yeah, he has zero love for Imperials. He has love for blasting them, maybe, but that’s as far as it goes, and he wouldn’t lose any sleep over going back on a job for them.

But then they’d lose the job. They’d lose their payment, they’d lose their place in the Guild, probably, and they’d walk out with a price on their heads and hunters coming after them.

It’s not worth it. Kai feels for the kid, he really does, but Nya comes first.

She can argue all she wants, but they both know it’s Kai’s call that will win out in the end.

***********************************

They land back at the Guild only a few days after they’d left it, but it feels like years have passed to Kai. Nothing’s changed, the dirt-lined streets still filled with the same eyes, but now those eyes are turned toward the small straggler clutching the end of Kai’s cloak where he hides between Kai and Nya’s steps.

Nya steps closer to the kid, her hand holding his tightly on instinct, something protective in her stance. Kai fights the growing feeling of nausea in his gut as he leads the way, hoping his helmet conveys enough intimidation to keep any lingering Guild members from trying to snatch their bounty last-minute. They’ve come this far, and it’d be a shame to end the job with a firefight in the middle of the street.

Or maybe he just wants to stretch out the last bits of protection he can give the kid as long as he can, before he hands him off for who knows what.

Kai’s eyes stray to his side against his will, watching the way the kid takes in the town with wide, curious eyes. There’s still a marked tinge of fear in them, that Kai is beginning to doubt will ever leave, but he looks…less terrified. More trusting.

Trusting of them, and if that doesn’t scrub salt in a wound.

Nobody attacks them, and Kai finds himself almost disappointed. All too quickly, they’re retracing a familiar path to their client, and Kai can spot all the hidden cameras this time. The steps toward the hidden compound feel heavy, like his boots have turned to lead. Nya is silent where she walks beside him, the kid’s hand gripping her gloved fingers tightly. It’s the weighted kind of silence, the kind that means she’s upset.

Kai isn’t feeling ecstatic himself, but they took a job.

They’re Mandalorian. They finish the job.

This is the way.

The doors slide open with little prompting this time, and the kid shrinks behind Nya as the white-armored troopers threaten to crowd closer. Kai’s fingers twitch toward his weapon, and they edge off. They don’t leave his back though, following them through the compound, and the eyes on his back burn.

They finally reach the client and his hollow eyes, seated in his dim room as if he hasn’t moved since they left. His face stretches into a leering sort of smirk as his eyes land on the kid, and something gleams to life in his dead eyes. It’s a hungry look, one that makes Kai’s stomach twist and turn, his heart sinking further.

“Well done,” the client rasps, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Well done indeed."

He pulls their payment from below his desk, the Beskar steel glinting in the dim light. The brief thrill Kai feels at the amount is stifled as their client nods his head at the stormtroopers once, then to the kid. They step toward them, clanking steps echoing heavily, and Nya goes stiff. For a minute, Kai fears she’s going to make a scene. That she won’t let them get any closer, that she’s about to shove the kid behind her and run.

For a half-second, Kai fears he might do the same.

They don’t move. Years of bounty hunting don’t allow for that weakness.

The troopers take the kid, handing him off to a dark-haired scientist. For his part, the kid barely struggles, a myriad of expressions crossing his face before his head droops, something like resignation in his eyes.

From behind her helmet, Kai thinks he hears Nya swallow.

“Your payment, as promised.”

Kai takes it automatically, the steel heavier in his hands than he’d thought it be. He doesn’t like it as much as he thought he would.

“The kid,” he says, his mouth running before he can stop it. “What’s going to happen to him?”

Nya’s helmet swivels sharply toward him, and Kai ignores her. The client raises a single eyebrow, and the gleam in his eyes gains a cold edge.

“I didn’t know it was customary for your kind to ask after their bounty,” he says, carefully.

Kai doesn’t reply. The client raises his head, as if to stare at Kai down the end of his nose.

“What I do with the child is my business,” he says, his voice flat. “I suggest you return to your own.”

The stormtroopers around them adjust their hold on their weapons, just enough to be threatening, and Kai knows this conversation is over. He nods sharply, pushing away from his seat and taking the rest of the steel as he stands. Nya follows after a beat, her posture stiff and brittle.

The troopers part to let them leave, though Kai can feel the stares burning into his back as he goes. He doesn’t care — their business here is done. They have no reason to bother Kai or Nya anymore.

But Kai is a stupid, stupid moron, and he does turn back, once, before they leave the compound.

The kid’s eyes burn into his, hollow and heartbroken, and Kai struggles to breathe behind his helmet.

This is the way, he repeats in his head. He keeps telling himself that until his feet obey him again.

***********************************

Nya says nothing as they make their way back, her silence icy and biting. Her fingers flex over her weapons as she stomps up the ramp of the ship, but she stares resolutely ahead, heading straight for the cockpit. Kai follows after her slowly, dragging himself slowly through the ship and up the ladder. Everything feels heavy. Their new armor, freshly crafted by Mystaké from the steel, is beautiful. Stronger and sturdier than anything they’ve worn before, and they look more Mandalorian than they ever have.

Kai tries to find joy in that, but he can’t. The pauldrons weigh too heavily on his shoulders, and all he feels is tired. Bone-dry and wrung out, like he’s spent everything he’s had on this mission. Numb.

He swallows as he takes a seat next to Nya, then bites back a curse. No, he doesn’t feel numb — and that’s the problem.

Firing up the ship is second-nature by now, and he doesn’t need Nya’s help the bring the engines to life. He can pilot them out of the atmosphere just fine by himself, get them as far away from this stupid planet as possible. Maybe they can go to Naboo, or Felucia, or anywhere that’s not a cursed desert planet. Just as long as it’s far enough away from prying eyes that they can finish their next job in peace, without his insides tearing themselves to pieces like—

Kai goes still, the engine puttering. Nya’s head turns the slightest bit toward him at the hesitation. He should’ve taken off minutes ago, the ship’s ready, but Kai’s fingers just…freeze, right over the knob on the center stick.

He swallows again, and it sticks in his throat this time. Something inside him is burning, twisting and dying with every movement. His arms feel leaden where he’s left them, frozen stiffly over the little ball, and for a second he can’t breathe again.

Those eyes. The kid’s eyes.

Kai wants to curse. His helmet is too hot, tight and constricting. They should leave. They should leave now, with their armor gleaming and their record clean, Nya safe and their ship intact, they should leave.

But that will mean leaving Lloyd behind, in the clutches of the Imperials.

Kai is not a force-sensitive. He can’t be, because he doesn’t put stock in the Force. But he can imagine, if he did, that their fabled visions feel much like the scene he sees flash before his eyes now. The kid and his gentle eyes, his burning eyes, torn apart and broken by the Imperials like every other thing they touch.

Lloyd.

Kai’s fist squeezes closed, gloved fingers biting into his palms. He shouldn’t. He shouldn’t, he can’t, if he does he’s going to ruin everything. He’s going to wreck everything they’ve built to pieces and he’s going to put him and Nya in more danger than they’ve ever been in, hands down. They’ve got their payment, they’ve done their job, they’re legendary now. It would be stupid, it would be so, so stupid.

Unfortunately, stupid has always been one of Kai’s stronger points.

Kai swears out loud this time, and Nya jumps. Aw, to heck with it. What good is being rich if he can’t live with himself, anyways.

He kicks himself up from the seat, muttering under his breath. Nya snaps up beside him, looking to him as if she’s holding her breathe.

“Stock up on the good weapons,” Kai grumbles, already shouldering his heaviest blaster. “An Imperial compound’s gonna be tougher to break into than we’re used to.”

Nya lets out a loud, shaky breath of relief. Kai can’t see her expression, but he doesn’t need much to know that she’s beaming behind her helmet.

“I knew it,” she says, and the smile’s in her voice. “I knew you couldn’t do it.”

“Oh, shut up,” Kai mutters. “I’m not heartless.”

“No,” Nya says, with entirely too much fondness in her voice for someone who’s pocketing miniature missiles. “You’re just a good person.”

Kai frowns, jabbing a finger in her face as he shuts the ship down. “That was uncalled for,” he says. “Watch who you slander.”

Nya huffs a laugh, sliding the now nearly-empty weapons cabinet closed as she follows behind him. They cut a quick pace, and it takes every fiber of Kai’s being not to break into a dead sprint as they retrace their earlier path.

We’re coming, you stupid kid, he thinks fiercely. We’re coming back, so you better not have given up, because we’re about to fight a battalion of Imperials for you—

Well. There weren’t that many stormtroopers in the compound, Kai assures himself, as they turn another corner, followed once again by too many eyes. It shouldn’t be that bad.

***********************************

It’s bad.

Kai should never make assurances to himself, ever. Or promises, at that, because he sucks at keeping them. Heck, he can’t even keep to a job, since he’s pretty sure burning down half the house of his employer goes against a couple of rules.

But still. It might not be that bad, but it’s definitely bad.

“—backup, we need backup, it’s the Mandalorians, you fool—“

The unfortunate trooper’s call for help is cut off abruptly as Kai’s laser blast catches him in the helmet, sending him slumping to the floor. Kai gets only a moment of victory before another smattering of blaster fire sends him to the floor, scrambling for cover.

“Left door!” Nya hollers at him, her durasteel blade whistling as she catches a trooper in the ribs. “Three — no, four more!”

Kai nods sharply, shifting his blaster aside as he reaches for his wrist instead. Taking a quick breath, and shoots up from behind the table he’d been hiding behind, flicking the panel on his wrist as he faces down the newcomers.

The room flares bright as a blast of superheated flames erupts from Kai’s wrist, sending the troopers screaming. He spins in place, setting the room ablaze along with any remaining enemies. A gleeful sort of expression twists his lips as the fire grows, the heat feeding directly into the adrenaline coursing through him.

Take that, you dirty Imperials—

“Kai!” Nya’s shriek cuts through his haze of pyromania, jerking him back to the present, which is apparently him burning the entire room down. “Would you stop with the flamethrower already!” Nya howls at him, from where she’s had to duck behind a stack of crates to avoid incineration. Kai almost scoffs. As if he’d ever hit Nya on accident.

…he should probably watch it with the flames, though. Maybe a bit. Nya’s cape looks like it’s smoldering at the edges.

“Sorry, sorry,” he hisses, switching the flamethrower off and batting at the edge of his sleeve, which is also smoldering from the heat.

“Get it together,” Nya snaps, darting out from the crates and plastering herself against the doorway, glancing around the corner. “We gotta find Lloyd before they try anything.”

Right. The remind of why they’re here sinks in Kai’s stomach like ice, and he shakes his head, following behind Nya as they race through the compound. So far, they’ve had the element of surprise on their side — no one’s expected them to come back after having been paid, that’s for sure. But their client’s quick on the uptake, Kai will give him that. He can already hear the sound of clanking footsteps down the hall over the blaring of alarms, which means their time window is shrinking by the second.

“Come on, come on,” Nya hisses, the tracker in her hand beeping quicker the further into the compound they get. They round a corner stained with blood and Kai feels sick, picking up the pace as the tracker starts wailing, signaling that they’re close.

“Here, he’s in here!” Nya yelps, kicking savagely at the sealed blast door. “Kai, the door—“

Kai doesn’t need to be told twice, already aiming his blaster at the lock. “Get back,” he warns — then the blaster flashes, and the lock explodes into pieces, the door sliding open.

Nya makes it in the room first, her hand waving frantically as if to clear the smoke crowing around them. Kai is immediately after, and he’s the first to spot the droid, gunning it down without hesitation. His eyes dart around the room, landing on the cowering scientist in the corner, the two stormtroopers scrambling to their feet, the blinking machines, and—

There.

There’s a figure strapped to the table, too small to be a trooper, a shock of blond hair—

Kai’s blaster is flashing before he can even think, and the two stormtroopers drop, dead on impact. He leaves the doctor alive, just in case, because he doesn’t know what they wanted with Lloyd and if they’ve hurt him—

“Kid, kid, wake up, come on,” he breathes, snapping through the restraints with his blade. He’s vaguely aware of Nya securing the scientist, her blade leveled at him and her eyes glued on Lloyd. The kid’s eyes are closed, and there are dried tracks on his cheeks that used to be wet that Kai will hate himself for later — but he shifts as Kai finally tears the last of the straps free, his brow furrowing as he brings his hand up to scrub at his eyes as they flutter open.

The kid blinks, wide red eyes focusing on his helmet, and his mouth falls open.

“Kai?” he whispers.

Kai’s chest constricts, because he knows he never told the kid his name, but he’s learned it anyways.

“Hey,” he says, weakly, because he’s bad with this, he’s bad at caring for other people, and admitting it might feel like it’ll kill him but leaving behind Lloyd almost had—

The kid freezes, his expression spasming, before he throws himself at Kai—

And squarely punches him in the chest.

“Oof — hey, kid, stop — kid — Lloyd—“

Kai grabs at the kid’s struggling hands in vain. Lloyd just tugs free and hits him in the shoulder, harder this time, tiny fists battering against his thick armor.

“You left me behind,” the kid gets out, his voice cracking in all the worst places, angry and hurt. It’s the longest sentence Kai’s heard him speak, and it makes him want to throw up. “You left me.”

“I know, I know,” he babbles frantically, alarmed at this turn of events. This isn’t — he’s bad at this—

He gives Nya a look, his shoulders jerking helplessly. Her helmet inclines dangerously, and Kai turns back to the kid.

To heck with it.

Lloyd goes in for another swing, and Kai catches his wrist this time and pulls it, trapping the kid to his chest and wrapping his arms around him, holding tight. He struggles briefly, but Kai can feel him weakening, the fight draining.

“I’m sorry,” Kai murmurs. “I’m sorry, Lloyd. I won’t. Ever again. I promise.”

It’s one he’ll keep, he swears to himself, slotting the promise right next to the one he made to Nya long ago.

And maybe Lloyd senses that too, with whatever freaky powers he has or not, because he finally goes limp, the fight leaving him completely as he clings back, sniffling.

The kid’s voice is raw and scratchy, but there’s a fierceness to it that makes Kai wonder if he wouldn’t have been able to get himself out eventually on his own. “Never again.”

“Never again,” Kai echoes.

“And you call me sentimental,” Nya mutters, but he can hear the smile in her words.

***********************************

They don’t kill the scientist, in the end. It grates a bit, but he really didn’t hurt Lloyd — kept him alive, actually, if his word is anything to go by — and now they’ve got the word of an ex-Imperial scientist that he’ll help them out once he’s in a better position to do so, as long as they can remember the name Borg, or whatever.

Kai hopes Nya listened to him, because he’s too busy trying not to dissolve into panic at the increasing amount of hostiles showing up on his sensors.

There are few troopers left in the compound to stop them on their way out, but they put up a fight. Kai feels a flicker of apprehension that they’ve yet to see their client again, but he shrugs it off as the doors come back into view, the dimming evening sky clear outside. They break out of the compound at a dead sprint, Lloyd tucked into the crook of his arm and Nya at his side — only to immediately skid to a stop. Kai swears.

He’s forgotten the sheer amount of bounty hunters that also wanted in on the kid, and are probably more than happy to get another chance. Apparently, they’re all here to claim it at once. Fantastic.

Nya’s the first to move, turning to the figure standing a the front of the pack, his eyepatch glinting in the dying sunlight.

“Ronin,” Nya says, weakly. “Please.”

Ronin almost looks regretful, something at the corners of his mouth creasing at Nya’s plea.

“Kid,” he says, heavily. “You know I can’t. There’s cutting you slack, then there’s this.”

Nya sucks in a breath, her eyes doubtlessly landing on the dozens of blasters trained on them. Lloyd remains deadly silent in his arms, but Kai can feel the fear radiating off of him in waves. He tightens his hold on him, hoping it’s reassurance.

For himself, somewhat, too.

Nya’s helmet swivels from Ronin to Kai, then back to Ronin. Kai holds his breath. If anyone can change Ronin’s mind, it’s Nya.

Ronin’s expression twists in pain. “Look, just hand the kid over,” he says, and it sounds like he’s the one pleading now. “Just give the kid back and I’ll sort the whole thing out, okay? I can swing it, I can clear you both. All you gotta do is hand the kid back, and you’ll be fine.”

Lloyd shudders in his hold, and Kai pulls him tighter to his chest, his stance defensive.

“You know we can’t,” Nya murmurs.

There’s another flash of pain across Ronin’s expression, before he steels it. “I’ll miss you,” he says, his voice void of emotion. “But there’s always someone else to take your place.”

The sound of the safety clicking off blasters echoes across the street, and Kai’s hand strays to his gauntlet, ready to unleash the flames once more. He’ll get the kid behind him, shove him off to Nya before telling her to run, and maybe — if he can cause enough of a fight — the two can get out of here. He’ll be breaking his promise, but at least Nya and Lloyd will have a chance.

That’s enough for him, he tells himself, fingers millimeters from unleashing the flames. That’s enou—

A bounty hunter to his left lets out a sharp cry, before dropping to the ground. Kai’s head jerks toward him, before there’s another scream, another hunter dropping.

And that’s all the warning they get before the street explodes into utter chaos, missiles streaking back and forth and the roar of jetpacks mixing with the screams. Kai throws himself into Nya, twisting last-minute so he’s covering them both, and hurls them toward an alleyway just as the street they were on explodes.

His vision goes hazy, ears ringing as the world spins sideways. This would be a nice time to take a nap, he thinks dizzily.

There’s a gentle touch at his shoulder, and he’s jostled as someone shakes him.

“Kai. Kai, get up.”

He blinks his eyes open at the kid’s frightened voice, and is met with a pair of red eyes staring down at him in open terror. The terror melts into relief as Kai groans, slowly pushing himself up.

“Okay?” the kid asks, insistently, as if the utter carnage exploding on the street next to them isn’t even happening.

“M’fine,” Kai moans, reaching for his weapon as he reorients himself. “What’s — where’s Nya—“

His eyes catch on her, and his heart almost stops.

Nya’s moving, pushing herself up with a light moan, her forehead creased as she scrubs a hand across her face, dark hair falling in messy tangles around her head. Lloyd stares at her, his eyes wide, and reaches a careful hand to touch her hair.

“You do have a face,” he whispers.

Nya blink rapidly, looking at Lloyd, then up to Kai. And oh, his heart squeezes something painful at her eyes — it’s so rare he gets to see them — but he quickly reaches for her helmet, handing it to her.

Nya stares at it, then swears violently as a blast erupts just to their left.

“You saw nothing!” she yelps, pointing at the kid and jamming her helmet back on, fumbling once in panic. There’s a note of fear in her voice, because they technically have sworn an oath, not to let any living thing see their face—

But who’s the kid gonna tell, anyways.

Besides, they’ve got much bigger problems, like the entire Mandalorian faction on the planet going to war with the bounty hunter’s Guild for them in the street nearby. Mystaké’s risking everything for them right now, so Kai quickly decides that they had better make the best of it.

***********************************

“Well, I guess we’re fired now.”

Nya lets out a wheezing laugh at his dry statement, the sound echoing across the ship as they speed through hyperspace, putting as much distance between themselves and any bounty hunters as they can. Mystaké beamed them one last transmission before they’d taken off, assuring them that no, the other Mandalorians stepping up to save their skins last-minute was not a mistake, but that they had better clear off for a while before they tried to contact her again.

Which was just fine by Kai. He wasn’t too eager to get his head blasted off by a bitter bounty hunter anytime soon.

“I mean, technically, he didn’t really fire us,” Nya argues, slumping into the co-pilot’s seat beside him. “He just fired at us.”

“Yeah, that’s practically a goodbye hug by Ronin’s standards,” Kai says, and Nya snorts.

Lloyd looks between them both where he’s seated behind them, Kai’s cloak pulled tightly around his shoulders. “Weird,” he mutters, shaking his head. Kai blinks, and Nya stifles a giggle.

“You should talk, you could write the book on being weird,” Kai scoffs. He eyes the kid in concern, looking him up and down. “And hey, you should catch some rest. S’probably been a rough time for you, with all the, uh….stuff.” Kai cringes as he trails off, feeling Nya’s glare on him.

Lloyd purses his lips, then shakes his head silently. Kai narrows his eyes at him.

“Alright, kid, nice try, but I know you can speak full sentences,” he says. “We’re gonna prioritize communication here, okay? First rule on board, you gotta talk to us.”

“Kai,” Nya sighs.

“What?” He says, throwing his hands up. “We’re stuck together now, kid’s gotta go with the flow.”

Nya’s helmet twitches, as if she’s rolling her eyes at him, which she definitely is. “You don’t have to talk unless you’re okay with it, Lloyd,” she says gently, turning to the kid. “You’re safe here, we promise.”

Lloyd stares at her, the edge of his mouth quirking up in something that’s not quite a smile, but something trusting.

“And part of being safe is not dropping dead in exhaustion, so rest,” Kai orders, firmly.

Lloyd meets his stare dead on, then the edge of his mouth curves down, making a face that looks dangerously stubborn.

“Next planet,” he says. “Then rest.”

Oh, for—

“This is your fault,” Kai hisses at Nya, as she smothers a laugh. “We have a kid now, do you realize that? We just adopted a freaky wizard kid, we have to raise him now, we’re not even adults—“

Nya leans back in her seat, giving up and laughing freely. “Whatever,” she says, scuffing the kid’s hair. “I always wanted a younger sibling to gang up with you on. How about the next two planets, then rest?”

Kai sputters as Lloyd beams, realizing his critical mistake too late. He finally gives up, sinking back in his seat and sulking.

“Ungrateful brats,” he mutters. “You rescue one kid, and this is the thanks you get.”

He will admit though, to himself at least, that it’s rather difficult to keep sulking when Lloyd’s soft laughter fills the cockpit. And yeah, the kid’s definitely going to crash after passing one planet, but it’s been a pretty exciting day, Kai figures, tossing the knob from the center stick at the kid, unable to stop the grin tugging at his mouth at the expression of delight on Lloyd’s face.

He can let them have their fun for now. They’ve earned it.

Besides, he can always rub it in their faces tomorrow, when every other bounty hunter in the galaxy is after them.

#lego ninjago #ninjago #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #nya smith #its a long one u guys and its not even done yet #i didnt get to cole dune and im very sad about that #i should probably add 'mandalorian au' somewhere on here #mandalorian au #there we go #anyways nw i love u i hope ur happy #my fic

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Monster - Part 3

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader (Featuring Kai, Sehun, D.O. Chanyeol, Suho and also Blackpink’s Jennie)

Summary: When vampire Y/N is face with the decision to turn a dying Baekhyun into a vampire, she doesn’t hesitate. However, her decision has consequences which she has to endure in order to keep the man she loves alive - even if he doesn’t want to be alive.

tag: smut, angst, fluff, vampire au.

Authors Note: Sorry for the wait! Uni has been kicking my ass!! Hope you all enjoy the chapter, once again there are some dark themes please read at your own risk. Also, Feedback is also welcome - you can send me questions regarding the fic i don't mind at all!! :) Thanks again!!!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Baekhyun stood by the entrance of Suho’s home, eyeing the small number of vampires crowing the garden. They chat excitedly amongst themselves, not caring about the danger they have put themselves in. The vampires expressed their hate for the Elders, some begged to join the revolution, thirsting for revenge against the higher-ranked vampires. Baekhyun’s eyes flutter to Sehun who stands alone next to the garden bench. After Suho’s proposal to Kai, Baekhyun considered what his role could be. He remembered your words, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you have to forget who you are. Perhaps Baekhyun’s time as a human was over but his time as a vampire was just beginning, it wasn’t long after you were taken that Baekhyun realised that he’d rather be alive. And so, Baekhyun has begun accepting that his is part of the vampire world and right now the world is about to fall apart. This prompted Baekhyun to volunteered to help.

Suho, although grateful for Baekhyun’s help, continued to try and persuade Kai to join him. Kai just looked at Suho, face void of emotion before storming out of the brothel leaving Sehun behind. Sighing, Baekhyun eyes once again caught Sehun’s figure as he moves to stand at the gate – away from the other vampires. Looking at the vampire, Baekhyun began to notice how young he looked. Sehun seemed to be young – perhaps in his early twenties, too young to be a murdering vampire. Then, Baekhyun thought of you. Sighing, Baekhyun walked towards Sehun, who seemed to be in a daze – eyes locked on the grass unblinking.

“I’m sure he will come back,” Baekhyun started startling Sehun. Sehun shook his head and pursed his lips.

“He won’t, he knows this is a death trap.” Baekhyun frowns, eyes looking at the vampires a few feet in front of him. Sehun continued: “these vampires won’t last. You forget we’re fighting against the Elders who have powers, we don’t stand a chance.”

“Then why are you here?” Sehun shrugged.

“I’m going to get Y/N – or die trying.” And with that Sehun walked back into the house before Baekhyun could ask anymore questions. Turning back to the gate, he leans his weight on it, looking at forest in front of him. Sehun was right: there was no way they could win this fight against the Elders. Baekhyun may have never met one in person but from what he heard from Suho and Kai they were ruthless. He turns to the vampires, all are young men, and frowns. They were leading them to their deaths. Baekhyun lets out a hiss, suddenly his body felt like it was on fire. His hand grips the metal gate tightly, causing it to bend under his grip. Gripping his chest, Baekhyun lets out a roar of pain, startling the vampires.

“Sir are you okay?” he heard one ask. Baekhyun’s knees give out from under him, causing him to drop to the floor. As Baekhyun begins to wither in pain, he feels a hand latch onto his shoulder. Opening his eyes, he sees Sehun above him. The boy eyes widen when both their eyes connect.

“SUHO!” Sehun yells, trying to get a hold of Baekhyun as he continues to shake on the grass. The back door slams open, Suho rushes to the scene, automatically taking a hold of Baekhyun. Suho eyes widen as he looks at Baekhyun.

“What the fuck?” Suho breaths.

Baekhyun’s eyes were pitch black with dark veins streaking his cheeks. Baekhyun continues to cry out in pain – his hand grips Sehun tightly squeezing it. Sehun winces, the strength taken him by surprise.

“What’s happening to him?” Sehun whispers, not knowing what was going on. He had never seen this before. Suho is quiet for a moment.

“Who is Baekhyun’s Maker?” Sehun whips his head to Suho, red eyes widen with panic.

“Y/N why?” Suho sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. Suho turns to the vampires before commanding them to carry Baekhyun to his room where Suho can watch him. As the vampires carry Baekhyun, Suho moves to follow but Sehun stops him.

“Tell me what is happening?” Sehun grits, eyes glaring at Suho.

“Something is happening to Y/N. I’m not sure what, but I will find out. I promise.” Quickly, Suho goes to Baekhyun’s room leaving Sehun behind.

Sehun feels breathless, his eyes seemed to sting and blur over. His stomach churned when he thought of you. It took Sehun seconds to realise that he was scared, for the first time since he became a vampire: Sehun was frightened.

The little girl continues to chase the black Labrador around the garden, her giggles were loud for Kai to hear. He leans against the tree, out of her sight, watching her laugh and play. He takes another sip of the bottle of whiskey he has in his hand before he took a step, walking towards the little girl. She doesn’t notice him at first, to busy trying to place the crown on the dog’s head. The dog stiffens, eyes snapping towards Kai, automatically the dog began to snarl causing the little girl to jump back.

“What’s wrong, Buttercup?” she asks the dog, reaching out to pat its head. Kai lets out a chuckle, the little girl swirls around at the sound. The crown in her hand drops on the ground, she lets out a shaky breath. Kai can tell she’s scared, her heartbeat increasing. Just as she was about to run into the house, Kai calls for her to halt.

“I’m not here to hurt you…I just wanted to see you.” The little girl looks cautiously back at him, her hand wrapped around the door handle. Her cute little face showed her fear, her bottom lip wobbled slightly an indicator that she was about to cry. “Please don’t cry, I’ll stay right here were I can’t touch you, okay?” Kai placed his hands on the gate, showing that he was intent on keeping his promise of not entering the garden. The little girl took cautious steps towards Kai until she was a few feet away from the gate.

“How old are you?”

“I’m six, sir.” Kai face lit up with a small smile. She grips the edges of her dress; her lips formed a pout as she looked between him and the ground. “Nanna says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers,” Kai let out a hum.

“And she’s right, some strangers can be dangerous,” Her eyes widen.

“Are you dangerous sir?”

“Only when I have to be,” She nods thoughtfully, before walking towards the gate, she looks up to him. “What’s your name?”

She blushes and begins to tug at her dress more as she mumbles; “Kyra”

“That’s a beautiful name,” Kyra giggles and hides her face in her hands, she peaks between her fingers before asking for his name.

“My name is Jongin,”

“Pretty,” Kyra giggles, placing her small hand on his. Kai frowns for a moment, he crouches down to her height. She reaches out her hand and places it on his cheek. The warmth makes Kai still completely, she smiles softly at him, big eyes sparkling as she gazes at him. Kai sighs and looks to the ground.

“God, you are just like your mother,” She brightens at the mention of her mother, Kai quickly tries to retaliate but it’s too late. Kyra grips Kai’s collar in her little hand and begins tugging at him.

“You knew my Mumma? Do I look like her?” She begins to ramble, “Nanna won’t tell me anything about her.”

Kyra continues to babble about the mother she’s never met, Kai could only stand and watch with a sad smile. Suddenly, Kyra bright aura seemed to fade as two little tears slip down her face.

“Nanna said she died when I was a baby,” She let out a little sniffle, “I miss her so much.”

Kai’s heart clenched at her words, leaning over the gate he picked the little girl up into his arms. He cradled her head against his neck, feeling her tears tickle down on his collarbones.

“I know it hurts but I’m sure your Mother would have wanted to be with you always. Fate had different plans for her, but she would have wanted you to be happy. Live a life she could not live; can you do that for your Mother Kyra?” The little girl nodded. “Just be happy,” Kai kissed her cheek and placed her back in the garden. Just as Kyra’s feet touch the ground, her Nanna came storming out.

“YOU! How dare you come back here!” Kai smirked evilly at her. His eyes turned to Kyra commanding her to go inside, the little girl didn’t need to be told twice as she scurried away from her Nanna’s wrath. “You promised you’d stay away!” She screeched.

“Yes, well things changed,” Kai started, look past her to the window where Kyra stood watching. “I wanted to see her, after all I’m the reason she’s alive or did you forget.” Nanna stuttered, shocked.

“No Kai sir, I haven’t. But sir, you promised she would never see you, you-”

“Oh, hush woman! I didn’t tell her anything, like I had said, I just wanted to see her. She is growing well.” Nanna nods, she looks at Kai fearfully for a moment before her features loosen slightly.

Kai sighs before running a hand through his white hair. “I would like to write to her,” Nanna eyes widen.

“No Kai, sir. I do not want her mixing up with your kind! If you send her letters and people find out, I’ll have the Elders of your kind at my door. They’ll take her away!”

“No, they won’t! She is not a half breed!” Nanna flinches. “She would be safe, I on the other hand, wouldn’t be. But she will never know about us, I will only write to her mother. She needs to know about her.” Nanna continues to shake her head.

“No, the less she knows about her the better. She was nothing but a whore anyway, Kyra does not need to know about her.” Kai’s hand tightened around the gate, bending it.

“Your son is the whore,” Nanna opened her mouth to retaliate, “he forced himself on the girl. He slammed her against the wall, ripped her dress and underwear off her then forced himself in her virgin walls.” Nanna let out a wail, covering her ears but Kai continued. “She begged, screamed for him to let her go but he didn’t until he came inside her. After, he just walked away with a smug smile on his face, leaving her to cry against the wall.” Nanna continued to cry as Kai leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“And you called us monsters, humans are just as bad.” The woman looks at him with blurry eyes, “Y/N was only eighteen when your son fucked like she was some animal. Eighteen years old – practically a child herself. She was a child carrying a child!” Nanna shudders as Kai wraps his hand around her throat. “She died in my arms, seconds after giving birth to her daughter. I had to squeeze my blood out of my wrist into her throat in hopes that she’d live. Kyra lay at her feet not breathing, I had to give her some of my blood as well.”

Kai looks to the little girl staring out the window, eyes not blinking. “She was premature, she wouldn’t have made it without my blood. At time I thought Y/N was gone, so I did the only thing I could do, gave the child to you. Your son was not an option not with what I had planned for him anyway,”

Nanna gaped and began struggling in his hold– “You killed my son,” to which Kai just chuckled.

“And I’d do it again.” Kai breathed, “be grateful Mrs Kim that you have that little girl in your life. Cherish her because one day, I’ll be back, and she will no longer be with you.”

Kai turned to walk away, leaving the old woman to cry into her hands.

Inside D.O’s bedroom, Chanyeol continued to pace back and forth. D.O himself sat on the chair next to the bed watching your sleeping body lay motionless. It had been a few hours since the witch attack, after Jennie had performed dark magic on you – you had fell into a deep slumber. D.O himself wasn’t sure when you would wake up – if you even would.

“I have never seen magic like that before,” Chanyeol mutter, “and I’ve been around a long time.”

“It was black magic, only a witch without a coven would dare to use it.” D.O muttered, leaning back against the chair. His mind kept wandering back to the moment Jennie pounced on you, it was as if she knew something – that there was a reason she singled you out. D.O ears began to ring, a sign that someone wanted to talk to him internally.

‘Elder D.O’, Suho’s voice echoed through his mind. Closing his eyes, D.O opened the doors to his mind allowing him to communicate telepathically.

‘Yes, Suho what is it?’

‘We have a problem, Baekhyun has collapsed. His eyes turned black with vein down his face’ D.O eyebrows furrowed.

‘Like Y/N,’ D.O confirmed.

‘So, Y/N is the same?’ Suho’s voice sounds a little frantic.

‘Yes, a witch tried to curse Y/N, it seems with black magic.’ Suddenly, it becomes quiet, D.O was about to close his mind – thinking the connection was lost when Suho suddenly spoke.

‘Can she be healed?’

‘I’m not sure, she hasn’t woken up. Black magic can be lethal to vampires. It can make us lose our minds – become deranged, almost demonic’ D.O could hear Suho gulp.

‘Will Baekhyun become the same?’ D.O sighed.

‘I’m not sure.’

Kim’s manor was dark inside, all the candles had been blown out. It was strange, I walk into the kitchen and help myself to the blood bag sitting on the counter. As I take a sip, I wonder where Sehun and Kai are – usually they are home by now. Once I’m finished, I place the bag in the bin and begin to start my chores. The house was so dark, it sent shivers down my spine, breathing deeply I grab the cart with the cleaning supplies and make my way into the living area. I note that it is pitch black outside, the clock on the wall saying it was little after one in the afternoon. Frowning, I walk to the window, abandoning the cleaning cart, looking outside I can barely see anything. There is not moon shining overhead like usual, there was not torches lite from the town down below. Nothing, but darkness. Suddenly, I feel scared. I wanted Kai or Sehun here.

“Y/N?” a voice speaks from behind me and I turn around and screech, throwing the vase next to me at the dark figure.

“Hey! It’s me Y/N it’s Baekhyun!” Suddenly, I stop screaming and look at him. Indeed, it is Baekhyun. His black hair was sticking up, his hands raised in a plead. I try to slow my breathing as I take him in. He was here in my house, Byun Baekhyun was here. I smile, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach. Then, a thought struck me, I frown, a bit confused.

“Why are you here, no how did you get here?” He shrugs, looking around the house whilst frowning himself.

“I’m not sure, I think maybe you led me here.” I shake my head and let out a light laugh.

“What! Led you here? I think I would have remembered bringing you here Mr Byun!” I giggled, crossing my arms. Baekhyun frowns, raising a eyebrow in confusion. “I’m not that type of girl!”

Suddenly, a pain shot up my head, I gasp clutching it. Baekhyun rushes over to me and hold me as another pain travels along my head. “OWWW!” I wail, eyes blurring out.

The wall feels cold and hard against my back, I claw at him red lines mark the skin of his neck. “You bitch!” he growls leaning into my neck and bitten down hard. I wail, smacking my hands against his chest.

“Please! Let me go!” I beg, sobbing, “I’m not a whore, please, I’m not that type of girl!” He just chuckles, gripping at my dress before ripping it. My underpants were the next to get ripped.

“Your mother was a whore so that makes you one!” I cried and begged but it didn’t stop him. Once the barrier of my underwear and his trousers were out the way, it was over. He had nothing to stop him from taking something that was precious to me – that I was saving for someone who deserved it. I let out scream when he entered me raw, the burning pain made me weep. He clasped a hand over my mouth, silencing me. When it was done, his liquid filling me, he threw a gold coin at me then walked away.

I am a whore.

“AHHHH!” I scream, punching the mirror in front of me, Baekhyun scurries back away from me. I grab the stature next, launching it by the door watching as it smashes into pieces. I look to Baekhyun – he watches with wide red eyes. I hear Tobias’s voice in my head, then Kai’s. I frown as I try to concentrate on what they are saying.

“Are you sure you want me to erase everything?” Tobias chirpy voice questioned. I sit on the couch in the living area, my hands folded in my lap. My eyes water slightly, I swallow harshly as I try to hold back the tears. I was hungry so, so hungry.

“Please, I don’t want her to remember any of it. She deserves better.” Tobias looks at the white-haired vampire and smirks.

“How considerate of you. Remember Jongin, once I erase these memories you will have to pay the price – especially after turning her without my consent!” Jongin just nods, eyes not left me as I fiddle with my dress. Desperate for it to be over so I can eat. Tobias grips my shoulders, forcing me to look into his gleaming blue eyes.

“Erase what?” I mutter, Baekhyun walks to me when suddenly another sharp pain shudders through me – except this time in my stomach.

‘No, no, no. Not now!’ I plead, waddling through the alleyway, my hand pressed to my swollen stomach. ‘It’s too early, my love, you have to wait,’ I try to soothe the babe, but I know it’s not use. The contraction had already started. Leaning against the wall, I try taking shallow breaths in hopes to ignore the feeling. I needed to push. I let out groans, head against the wall, I pray and pray for this not to be happening.

‘Miss, are you okay?’ Turning around I spot a young white-haired man at the entrance of the alley way.

‘Please help me, my baby is coming!’ I beg, tears streaming down my cheeks. Quickly, the man rushes over, taking off his jacket and laying on the ground.

‘Lay down and I will go and get help,’ just as he was about to leave, I grip his arms.

‘No, no, the baby is coming now. Oh my God, it’s coming now!’ I let out a yell of pain, the man lowers me down gently on the coat. Without a word, he pushes my dress over my knees and spreads my thighs apart. I continue to let out yells and groans as I try to ignore my body telling me to push.

‘You have to push,’ he tells me, and I quickly shake my head.

‘No, it’s too soon,’

‘Trust me, you can do this, just push. It will be alright.’ I look into his eyes, just noticing the red in them – I ignore it and began to push. I pushed and pushed until I felt the baby slip out of me. There was no crying – but I didn’t seem to notice as I began to feel lightheaded.

‘I don’t feel good,’ I whisper before my eyes closed over. I could hear the faint sound of shuffling; my mouth being pushed apart before warm liquid trickled down my throat. It was quiet, then suddenly a faint sound of a baby wailing filled my ears. It sounded so far away.

‘Come on, Y/N…wake...baby…Your daughter needs you,’ I hear his voice whisper then the memory fades.

I start sobbing, startling Baekhyun who sat next to me. I wail and wail until Baekhyun pulls me into his arms, even then I continue to wail. I lean my head in his neck and clutch at his black shirt. “I-I had a baby,” I cry, Baekhyun stiffens before pushing me away so he can look at me.

“What?” his red eyes searching my face.

“I had a little girl. I don’t remember when, it must have been a few years ago. Tobias erased her from me.” I gasp, trying to catch my breath. “Oh my God, I don’t even know if she’s alive. She was premature.” Standing up quickly, I note we are no longer in Kim’s manor but the town – which is deserted.

“What the hell?” I breath, spinning around. I look at Baekhyun looking at the house in front of us – it is his home.

“Y/N, you have to get us out of here,” I whip my head to him, mouth dropping open.

“What? What do you mean?”

“It’s an illusion. I’m connected to you, that why I’m here. You have to wake up.” I feel my shake slightly, panic settling in.

“I don’t know how!” I yell, “I’m not asleep, look!” I pinch myself and groan in pain, showing him the red mark. Baekhyun walks to me and grips my arms, sliding his hands down until he’s gripping mine.

“Try Y/N. Just wake up!” Leaning down, Baekhyun presses his lips to mine. I cup his cheek, turning my head to the side and deepening the kiss. I could feel heat traveling through my body, my hands felt hot and tingly. Ignoring the sensations, I suddenly began to feel, I continue to let my lips dance with Baekhyun’s until I felt my chest expand – begging for air.

Bouncing up in an upright position, I began gasping clutching at my chest. Looking down, my eyes widen, there was black markings gracing my hand. Lifting it up in the air, I watch amazed as black smoke travelled from my palm, turning into a small flame. I smirked, watching the flame flicker back and forth.

I arrive to the courtyard just in time to see a vampire throw a torch on the stake, lightening it up in an orange flame. Jennie looked at the sky as the flames began to lick at her ankles, she let out a moan of pain. I could see the tears slip down her cheeks. Quickly, I push through the crowd of vampires that had gathered, cheering for the witch’s death, I launch myself on the stake – ignoring the flame the now lick at my skin. I look at Jennie, her dark brown eyes shinned with unshed tears and surprise. I rip the robs off her wrist and push her on the ground below before following. I slap the fire from my skin and help Jennie up. Now, looking at her I see a scared little girl with powers that are too big for her to handle and I pitied her. I spot D.O and Chanyeol in the crowd, both men eyes were wide as they stare at me. I nod to Jennie, D.O automatically understanding and made a move towards us.

“Ahh, Y/N you decided to join us! Wonderful!” Tobias chirped from his seat on the balcony. I glare at him, feeling the veins appear back on my skin. Tobias stands, peering over the balcony at my appearance. He then looks at Jennie who rubs at her burnt ankles.

“What have you done?” Jennie looks at me and nods before turning to Tobias and smirks.

“I created your worst fear. A hybrid.” At her words, I raise my hand in Tobias direction and watch as flames appear on his dark cloak. Tobias lets out a scream and drops to the floor and beings to roll. At the sight of Tobias in pain, the guards begin to make their way to me and Jennie. She pulls herself onto her feet and beings to chant in Latin. An energy ball appears in front of us, protecting us from the guards until one shot an arrow burst the ball – creating a harsh wind. The wind knocked the guards and the other vampires to the floor. Raising both my hands, I conjure fire on the guards watching as the burn. They try to run but it’s no use, I will keep relighting the flame. I walk up the balcony stairs until I am next to Tobias. He has managed to put out the flames, however his arms were burnt red, the blistered skin made me smile evilly.

“It hurts doesn’t it? The burning. Now, you know how I felt every single time you entered me. That burning pain I felt has prepared me for this flame that I am now – a flame that you and everyone else will never put out!” I clicked my fingers and watched as his whole body lite up. I listened to his high pitch screaming as it was music. I watch as he wiggled around the floor, screaming and begging until he eventually stop.

I look down to the courtyard, the guards are gone, like Tobias have became blistered corpses. Jennie nods to me, a small smile on her face. Chanyeol is the first to bow – for what reason I’m not sure. D.O follows, as the rest of the fellow vampires around.

I am a beacon now, a signal for vampires who have been mistreated to now rise.

It is time we take back our freedom.

#byun baekhyun #baekyun #baekyun vampire #exo kai #exo sehun #exo #exo scenarios #exo smut #exo suho #exo do #exo chanyeol #exo chen #EXO xiumin

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romansleftshoulderpad · 5 years ago

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Chapter Three - Origins

Heaven’s Grief

Words: 1,488

Ship: None

Warnings: Snakes eggs, mentions of a dead rabbit, manipulative deceit, vomit is mentioned but no one throws up, broken glass, Remus is mentioned, body mutation.

Tags: @fandermom @patchworkofstars @poisonedapples @hogwarts-my-love @opaque-puppet @omni-hamiltrash @darling-elm @jynxlovesluck@madly-handsome@strickenwithclairvoyance@limitededitionsanderssidesblog@ab-artist@sometimeswritingsometimesdying @ultimate-queen-of-fandoms2 @because-were-fam-ily @gattonero17 @analogical-mess @joaniejustwokeup @whycantihavemorethan32characters

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A week had passed since the incident. Patton and Logan tried to go back to their normal routines; Roman and Virgil were far less fortunate. However, as a junior in high school, whatever magic powers and evil smoke men life throws at you, tests are more important.

“Are you okay?” Logan asked. “You’re shaking your leg, like, kind of a lot.”

“So are you, Poindexter,” Virgil bit back, gnawing on the skin of his thumb until it was raw with a noticeable chunk missing. “But you don’t see me getting on your ass about it.”

“Virgil,” Logan said softly. “You’ve been a lot more anxious since it happened. And if anyone is going to pick up on that, it’s me.”

“There’s a lot of differences between G.A.D and getting possessed by an evil cloud of smoke that makes you turn purple!”

Logan let out a deep breath, trying to stop himself from getting angry. He had to remember that Virgil had been through a lot lately and he was only trying to get his emotions out. Unfortunately, he was also being a massive dick.

“Students! Tests are out!” the teacher said. “Please be quiet for the duration of the period!”

Logan took one last look at Virgil, trying to reach out to him and let him know that everything would be okay. When Virgil didn’t even glance towards him, he went back to his paper with a defeated sigh. He had to stop thinking about Virgil and monsters and caves. For the next thirty minutes, all that mattered was the articles of the United States constitution.

Patton somehow couldn’t shake the sight of the rabbit from his mind. He had seen so many crazy things and barely spoken to anyone else that was there that night in a week. But the rabbit was what bothered him. He tugged on his binder as he went upstairs to class, trying to ignore how the fabric at the bottom rolled up and made it feel even tighter against his ribs. If he could survive one more class then he could hide in the bathroom during lunch and take it off for five minutes. Or ten. Or maybe the whole hour. I want to go home, he thought to himself as he kept walking.

His phone buzzed and he quickly stepped out of the flow of foot traffic to check it. It was a text from an unknown number.

“Meet me outside the chorus room during lunch. Urgent.”

Before Patton could even think of a response to type out, the warning bell rang and he found himself quickly shoving his phone back into his pocket and power walking to chemistry.

His lab partner had been absent that day, and he couldn’t tell if that was a blessing or a curse. On one hand, it was a lot easier to get work done with no one to distract you or ruin your work; on the other hand, he had nothing to distract him from the anxiety of waiting for lunch to come so he could find out who texted him. Was it Virgil? What would Virgil need him for? His heart began to race, slightly panicked but mostly hopeful. Was he officially part of their group?

He turned on the Bunsen burner and tried to burn those thoughts in the gas and fire. He had a job to do. He’d worry about the group later.

Roman packed up his music in a rush, trying not to bend anything as he slipped papers back into plastic folders but also not wanting to be late. If being friends with Logan had taught him anything, it’s not to be late to meetings. He threw his bag over his shoulder and escaped the upstream flow towards the cafeteria. He dogged bodies before falling against the chorus room’s brick walls. A breeze ruffled through his curly brown hair. He let out a calming sigh. It finally felt like fall- or at least as close to Fall as Florida ever got.

“Roman,” Patton said, his voice stuck somewhere between excitement and confusion. “Did you text me?”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot you don’t have me in your contacts,” he said with a laugh. “Sorry.”

“What did you want to see me for?”

Roman patted the ground next to him, inviting Patton to sit while he dug through his bag. Roman has always been the tallest of the group but his height was significantly more noticeable next to Patton. He pulled a jar out of his bag, it held an egg with yellow spots that gave off a subtle glow.

“No more dead animals,” Patton pleaded.

“Relax, this egg is empty,” he explained, turning to show Patton where it had broken open. “I saw the baby snake this morning,” he lied, “and it’s very much alive.”

“O...kay. But what does this have to do with me?”

“Well, you were with us that night. What if this is the next spirit? Don’t you want to be part of this too?”

Patton panicked. Of course, he wanted to be part of their group, but what did that even mean anymore? Did he have a choice over whether this spirit- Monster- Thing picked him or not? What would happen if it did?!

“Did Remus have anything to do with this?” Patton asked.

Roman let out a sigh, keeping his eyes on the ground. “Yeeaaah.”

“And you trust him?”

“I don’t want to! But I can’t help but feel like he’s right about this! Ever since he took over, I can’t help but feel like I’m supposed to be connected to you and to this!”

“Roman, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Truthfully? Neither do I,” he confessed. “But please-“ He put the jar in Patton’s hands- “just try, okay? We just need to see what happens.” Roman got up and walked away, leaving Patton completely alone with the jar.

He stuffed the jar into his bag, hoping to forget about it for a few hours. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t do it. The jar was always on his mind through every test, every lecture, and every homework assignment.

Eventually, he had no choice but to face it head-on. He took the jar out of his bag and placed it on his desk, staring at it intently. “What do you want from me?!” he yelled at it. The jar did not answer, as it is a jar.

“What? You- You’re here to torment me?! Because Roman and Virgil are- they’re- UGH!” He slammed his head into the desk and looked at his watch. It was nearly midnight and he could feel himself losing his mind to sleep deprivation.

Tormented by your own mind. It’s a funny thing, isn’t it? This deeply human ability to split oneself in two?

Patton groaned. “I don’t need this. I don’t need to suffer like Virgil and Roman are. I’m- I’m fine just hanging out with Emile. I only need Emile.”

Oh, of course, you’re fine. You got a taste of belonging. You don’t need anymore. You’re perfectly fine with being alone when Emile leaves you.

Tears pricked at Patton’s eyes. “You’re not real.”

Oh that’s where you’re wrong, young one. I’m as real as the earth and sky. I’m as real as flesh and blood. As real as the monster under your bed.

“Get out of my head!” Patton yelled, knocking the jar to the ground. It shattered and he jumped, his heart pounding in his chest as yellow smoke grew from the remains. The smoke took on the shape of a man with his left arm extended towards Patton and a snake coiled up in his hand. The snake curiously slithered out of his hand, though always connected from the end of its tail to the tip of the man’s fingers, and wrapped itself around Patton’s neck.

“Get out of your head?” The snake asked with a laugh.

“First,” the man of smoke continued, “I’d have to get in.”

The snake forced Patton’s mouth open and slithered inside as the rest of the smoke quickly followed, muting the boy’s pained screams and sobs. When all the smoke had cleared Patton found himself coughing and crying with his stomach twisting in knots. He ran to the bathroom half afraid of throwing up and half hoping that if he did vomit he’d be back to normal as if nothing happened. Instead, he splashed water on his face to cool himself down. He looked up at the mirror and hardly recognized his reflection. Water dripped from his face and his hair. He gripped the counter, holding on as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling away into a different universe as he saw himself with one eye hazel and human and the other yellow and monstrous. He frantically grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and made a call that would change his life.

#Sanders Sides fic

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myforeverforlife · 5 years ago

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meet me in my office.

For @ilovexiu Kyungsoo + 15. “No more!” - “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.” + 25. “You can’t ride a bike?” - “Why are we whispering?” + 61. “Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Masterlist

Despite working for one of the top music magazines in the country, it wasn’t often that you worked with anyone outside of your office floor. You were much too busy keeping finances for The Exploration with the rest of the team on your floor to even think of mingling with the rest of the staff on the floors above and below you. The only times that you did run into someone outside of your department were during your lunch breaks.

Grateful that you had chosen to wear some comfortable loafers instead of your usual heels, you waited for the elevator doors to open on the third floor. It was on this floor of the building that employees were encouraged to rest during lunch or break time. While the third floor was mostly reserved for casual meetings between departments, there were also rooms set aside with the intent for employees to take a half-hour to eat their meals. The kitchen on this floor was also much larger than on the others, save for that of the editor-in-chief’s, and the refrigerator was often stuffed full with labeled bins of Tupperware containers.

As the elevator doors opened, you weren’t surprised to find the usual suspects already on their lunch breaks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Chanyeol, one of the journalists from the fifth floor called out to you. His head peeped out from a doorway, the rest of his body hidden behind the wall of the room he was in. “Come eat lunch with us!”

“Let me get my stuff from the kitchen first!” As much as you liked to eat out with your coworkers for lunch, it wasn’t practical to do it everyday. Plus, sometimes you genuinely missed eating home cooked leftovers.

After heating up your food in the microwave, you headed over to where Chanyeol and some of your other coworkers were. Upon looking inside, you were taken aback to see that the only other people in the room were Junmyeon, one of the assistants to the editor-in-chief, and Kyungsoo, another journalist like Chanyeol. Your stomach began to do somersaults upon seeing the wide-eyed man, a familiar giddiness rising in you once you laid eyes on him.

“Join the rest of us and our sad leftover lunches,” Chanyeol greeted, nodding towards an empty chair at the table. Sure enough, it was the one next to Kyungsoo.

“They’re not sad leftovers,” Kyungsoo argued as you silently slipped into the seat beside him. “Good food is good food, no matter if its been refrigerated and reheated all over again.”

“Alright, sorry. I should’ve known better than to insult food in front of a bona-fide foodie.” Chanyeol winced as Kyungsoo pretended to poke his arm with a fork.

Junmyeon just smiled fondly at his friends’ antics before turning his attention to you. “How’s your day going?”

“Well, aside from some calculations on how much it’ll cost to fly some of out journalists out to that music festival next month and some reviewing of the past week’s expenses, nothing too exciting has happened.” You speared a piece of chicken with your fork, popping it into your mouth as you thought. “Oh!” You hurried to chew and swallow your bite of food before speaking. “But I did hear through the grapevine that the spread on Kai’s new album is gonna be insane.”

“Insane? Like good insane, or...” Chanyeol trailed off, his large eyes watching you curiously.

“It sounds like it’s gonna be really good. They’re thinking of having it set in Milan, since he’ll already be there for a Gucci event.” You sighed dreamily, fork dangling from your hand and you rested your chin in your other hand. “I’m really jealous of whoever gets to go on that trip.”

Kyungsoo was all too immersed in his lunch, picking absentmindedly at his food with a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. Junmyeon cocked his head, studying the other man with interest. “You okay, Soo?”

With a cough, Kyungsoo straightened up. “Yeah. Uh, I’m actually going on that trip. I’m going to be holding the interview with him.”

“You’re what?!” both you and Chanyeol exclaimed at the same time.

“You’re so lucky!” you added, stars in your eyes. “Are you excited?”

Kyungsoo shrugged. “I guess, I mean, his music is good, but I’m just not sure I’m the right person to interview him. I’m not a fan like you and Chanyeol.”

“If you want me to go for you, just say the word,” Chanyeol offered. He broke into a wide grin when Kyungsoo glared at him, completely unfazed.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you said. “And it’s probably better that we’re sending someone who’s not already a Kai fan. You know, being unbiased and all.” You laid your hand over one of Kyungsoo’s. “We’ll miss you though.”

Kyungsoo stammered, eyes flickering between your face and your hand on his repeatedly. Noticing his friend’s dilemma, Chanyeol smiled wickedly as he leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. “Yeah, we will. I guess we’ll have to send you pictures of us every day so you won’t forget what we look like.”

Easily distracted, Kyungsoo forgot all about the sensation of your hand on his as he was reminded of Chanyeol constantly sending him pictures of random things throughout the day. The worst this week had been one of a pile of chocolate wrappers with no explanation, sent at three in the morning. “No more! No more pictures from you unless it’s actually important. And no, finding a chip in the supposed shape of a celebrity isn’t important.”

Chanyeol pouted. “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies either.”

Kyungsoo bit back the comeback lingering on his tongue, not wanting to argue with Chanyeol in front of you. Granted, you had seen him and Chanyeol fight playfully before, but still, it was important to Kyungsoo that he keep up a perfect front in front of you. You were always so sweet and bubbly, to put any sort of damper on it seemed like a sin.

“When do you leave for Milan?” you asked, waiting eagerly for Kyungsoo’s response.

“By the end of this month. Our team’s just starting to plan things out with people on your end, so once all of the expenses are calculated and the reservations are made, we can head out.”

“I know you’ll have a great time!” You tapped your feet excitedly against the floor, knees bouncing up and down. “Gosh, you get paid to go to Europe.”

“I’ll bring you all back some souvenirs,” Kyungsoo promised.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, even as Chanyeol shook his head in disagreement. “Save your money to do some fun things for yourself. You deserve this break.”

Kyungsoo’s cheeks turned rosy as he smiled, his eyes cast downwards. “Thanks.”

All talk of Milan was replaced with a story Junmyeon had about a missing story and the frantic 24 hours he just had. Kyungsoo watched admiringly as you laughed in all the right places, and sympathized with Junmyeon in the rest. You were so attuned to others’ emotions, he was surprised that you had chosen to work in what he considered the emotionless field of organization and computing with numbers. But what he didn’t know was that sometimes you needed the distraction that finances gave you.

Especially when it came to thoughts of him.

A few weeks later, in a fit of boredom, you wandered over to Kyungsoo’s office on the floor below you. Once you got there,you knocked on Kyungsoo’s open door, leaning against the frame. “Hi, can I come in?”

“Of course.” Kyungsoo took off his headphones, clumsily setting them down on his desk. “What brings you over here?”

“Nothing, I just got bored. Things have been slow today since we’ve completed almost everything for the next month’s spread. How are preparations going for your trip?”

Kyungsoo sat up, clearing his throat. “Pretty good. They told me that your team’s already cleared reservations at the hotel, and for the flights there and back. I’m just worried about traveling within the city — how expensive do you think it’ll be to take a taxi or a rental car everywhere?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to get back to you on that. It shouldn’t be too much though. Ooh, you can go biking through Milan! It’ll be like in Roman Holiday. Well,” you put a finger to your chin as you thought. “I guess not exactly like it, since you won’t be in Rome.”

Kyungsoo smiled to himself at your monologue. “I never learned how to ride a bike.”

“You can’t ride a bike?” your voice immediately dropped down into a whisper.

“No. Why are we whispering?”

“Oh, sorry. I was just surprised, I guess. I mean, you know how to ride motorcycles but not a bike?”

“I only know how to ride a motorcycle because Chanyeol practically begged me to learn with him. He said there wasn’t a point in having a license if he had no one to ride with,” Kyungsoo said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

“That’s sweet of you. You know, most people would have just ignored him or told him no straight-up. But then again, you’re not like most people.” You grinned back at him, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

Kyungsoo stared blankly for a second, eyelashes nearly brushing against his glasses. “Are you flirting with me right now?”

Startled by his sudden bluntness, you stumbled over your words. “I-I guess? I’ve really been flirting with you for a while.” Kyungsoo continued to stare wide-eyed, completely motionless. “Sorry, I um... I’ll just go.” You turned to leave when Kyungsoo got up from his chair, his hand reaching out for your wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my office. Can we uh, just forget this ever happened?”

“Why?” Kyungsoo’s brows crumpled up.

“Because it’s embarassing, and you obviously don’t feel the same way!” You wrenched your wrist out of his hold.

“What? When did I say that?”

Both of you were equally as confused, you on the verge of running out of the room and Kyungsoo still shell-shocked from your sudden confession.

“Well... you didn’t, really, I guess. I just assumed since you didn’t say anything...”

“I.. you caught me off guard,” Kyungsoo replied. “I’ve liked you for a while, Y/N.”

The two of you were locked in an staring contest, both sides processing the reality of what was going on.

“Really?” you finally spoke up. “You’re not just saying this to make me feel better, right?”

“I’m not,” Kyungsoo replied with a tiny shake of his head.

“How come you never said anything? I never would’ve confessed if you hadn’t called me out on it right now.” You laughed shyly, one hand coming to play with the hem of your sleeve.

Kyungsoo shrugged. “I don’t know. I was worried I was reading too much into it, that I was just imagining what I thought I saw.”

Both hands clasped behind your back, you moved closer until you were face to face with him. “Well, I’m here now. And this feels pretty real to me.”

His gaze dropped down to your lips, his tongue peeking out to run over his own lips briefly. Leaning in, your eyes began to close, Kyungsoo following your lead and doing the same. He was only a few inches away, you could feel the warmth of his body as you slowly, slowly closed the gap until —

“Hey, are you — oh. Uh...”

You and Kyungsoo both jumped back from each other in surprise, your hand on your heart to try and calm the frantic beating while Kyungsoo ran a hand over his hair. “Sehun,” Kyungsoo spoke up gruffly. “What is it?”

“Uh, the boss wants to see you in her office. You too, Y/N. The finance team is running over the final numbers for the Milan trip.”

“Coming!” you chirped up, looking much calmer than you had a second ago. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, was still trying to get over the surprise of Sehun bursting into his office.

With a quick nod, Sehun hurried away, his footfalls soft against the carpeted hallway.

“Well, I guess we’re needed right now.” Noticing Kyungsoo’s dejected expression, you reached up to smooth down his tie and dust off the shoulders of his button-up. “Don’t worry, we can finish this up later.” With a wink, you pulled on Kyungsoo’s hand, leading him to the editor-in-chief’s office.

Lucky for you, your team was let out a bit earlier once the final numbers had been run through and all last-minute changes had been accounted for. You waved to Kyungsoo as you left, giggling to yourself as he looked after you longingly. Seeing as you didn’t have anything immediate to work on, you took another detour back to his office and waited until he came back. It was worth it to see Kyungsoo pause at the doorway when he saw you before beaming widely.

“Hey, what are you doing in my chair?” Kyungsoo asked, coming to lean against his desk.

“Well, seeing as it was empty and no one else was here, I thought I might as well take advantage of it. You know,” you relaxed against the back of the chair. “I think your office is a little bigger than mine.”

“Move! You have your own chair in your office,” Kyungsoo teased lightly.

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes with a smile. “Fine, you can sit there.”

“Thanks. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off.” You winked suggestively, bursting into laughter as Kyungsoo gaped open-mouthed at you. “Soo, I’m kidding. But on a similar note, are you free for dinner tonight?”

Kyungsoo was still reeling from your use of his nickname, a goofy grin on his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I’m off at six today.”

“Perfect. I’ll meet you downstairs in the lobby then." Rising from Kyungsoo's seat, you were about to walk past when you surprised him with a kiss to the cheek, your lips lingering for a bit before you continued on, out of his office and back to your own.

He stared after you, dropping into his chair with a hand to his cheek, as if he could still feel your lips there. Just at that moment, Chanyeol walked in, a sheaf of papers in his hand. He paused in his steps when he noticed the dazed expression on Kyungsoo's face, concern twisting his eyebrows upwards. "You okay, Soo?"

"Yeah," Kyungsoo sighed out happily. “Never been better."

A/N: this started off as y/n and kyungsoo getting stranded during a road trip, but I kept coming back to it and nothing was working out, so I ended up trying out another trope i’ve always wanted to do: office romance haha

#exo #kyungsoo #kyungsoo scenario #kyungsoo fanfic #exo scenario #exo fanfic #writings #drabbles

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thelittlehansy · 4 years ago

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What if Hans never betray Anna ?

Very very sad AU end sorry for eventual English grammar errors.

His lips on hers , he still feel the coldness that give him chills.

She was still cold.

He looked at her worried and meet two big innocent blue eyes questioned him. Hans could read people like an open book and he knew what was Anna thinking. Am i gonna die ?

Finally some tears run on her cheek "why it didn't worked"

"i..i dont know" was only what he could said. Of course he wasnt excepting but hoping the kiss to worked. how they could truly love each others after 3 days knowing each others and 2 away from each others. that kind of stuff only happened in fairy tales.

He took blankets that were in the library and wrapped his princess in it. Hans could feel Anna was beginning to shake. It was not a good sign he needed to do something.

Now

Anna was dying in his arms.

Maybe Elsa could help them ? She was after all still on the dungeon but Anna needed an act of true love and Elsa even the winter she didn't knew how to end it.

An act of true love. He think of it.

"Hans i dont know what to do" she cried out. He held her closer in case he could also warm her with the blanket.

"Shhh Its OK my darling we are gonna find a solution " he give her an affectionate kiss on the forehead when suddenly the door open;

"Your highness" a guard nearly yelled

"Her Majesty is gone she has break her cell"

"What ? Find her immediatly " He claimed a little to fast for Anna was extremely confuse as why her sister was in the dungeon of the castle.

"We thought she could be dangerous " he explained himself trying to justified himself to Anna judging the look on her face . Finally she offered her an other smile.

The door open again this time...a strange creature coming in the room that makes hans freak out but instead Anna giggled feeling a little better.

"Anna"

"Olaf"

" Hans may a present you Olaf ! "

"The talking snowman ?"

" yes" she giggled at how confuse Hans was.

" oh so this is you Hans ? My names is Olaf and i like warn hug"

"hum...hello Olaf" Hans replied not sure what to said. he chuckled by how awkward the situation was.

but they didn't have time Anna was dying of a Frozen Heart. He decided to used the fireplace to warm even more Anna.

" dont you have an idea of what could be an act of true love are you sure this is a kiss ?" He asked to Olaf and Anna.

" this is what the trolls said to me when i went to them with Kristoff" she bite her lips she still hadn't talk to Hans about Kristoff.

"Kristoff ? " he asked confused There was a talking snowman with her and now a man...he feel a little jealous at what she just said. Anna has passed 2 days with an another Man.

"i fear that i dont know what love is" Anna said upset. Olaf frowned caressing gently her back.

"its ok i do love is putting someone else need before yours" he explain comforting her

" you know like Kristoff when he brought you back to Hans and leave you here forever"

" Kristoff like me ?" she whispered

"kristoff love her" Hans raise an eyebrow confused.

" woo you really know nothing about love do you ?" he smiled.

" oh he is there !" finally said Olaf when he saw a man and his reindeer coming quickly through the Windows.

" finally maybe he dont like you that much"

Hans and Anna share a look together. in one instant when he realized Anna feet where even more frozen he didn't hesitated.

" we had to bring you back to Kristoff"

he take her in his arm Cary her carefully but at the moment they decided to leave the library the room began to froze. more and more.

" Hans we had to move from here quickly" said Anna panicked.

He took her more firmly and run the fastest he could the ice preventing them to continue. it was everywhere on the floor on the windows.

"Olaf we are gonna jump by the windows you are ready ?" He told the snowman.

the little snowman nodded determinate to save Anna and bring back the most quickly he could Anna to Kristoff. Anna held even more Hans fearing to fall.

finally they had succeeded to get out of the castle and where catch in a intense blizzard and now it was a matter of time they needed to bring back Anna in time to Kristoff. finally after running they arrived at the level of a man he was muscular and blond and as much desperate as them.

" Anna !" he yelled

" Kristoff" he could feel she was struggling to yelled through her almost frozen body;

at the sight of Anna and with the presence of Hans who was desperate , Kristoff understand immediatly the situation. without Anna needed to explain him. he paused his lips against her desperate for his kiss to unfroze his dear Anna. He finally break the kiss. horrified he saw Anna , tears falling on her face still frozen. he kiss her another times , more longer . Anna tears where still falling breaking his heart. no no no it couldn't end like that. Anna would not died not after everything they have done together though Kristoff in his head preventing some tears to fall from his face.

Suddenly Hans saw her. the young Queen of arendelle totally lost and incapable of controlling the mess she had caused. He give a look to Anna and Kristoff who was holding Anna close in a last desperate instant to warm her even thought there were caught in the middle of a blizzard.

" i m gonna saw Elsa she is gonna do something with the situation " he yelled at them

" are you sure she can do something ?" he yelled back

" this is our last chance ! " he scream back and goes see Elsa.

finally at her level he scream through the blizzard.

" elsa you cant run away from this"

"take care of my sister" the snow queen told panicked and broken.

"your sister ? she return from the mountain weak and cold she said you froze her heart i tried to save her but it didn't worked her skin was ice her hair turn white your sister is dying because of you"

finally the young queen fall on the floor horrified by the situation making the storm stopped.

" please do something help her i m sure you can unfroze her heart you froze it ? you can reverse the curse ! "

"where is she ?"

"not too far away ! she is with a blond man who is taking care of her we need to be fast she.."

on this words he froze at the sight of Kristoff and Anna.

Kristoff was crying and the ice statue of Anna was standing right in front of them.

" Anna" scream Elsa in Horror.

he could saw Elsa running toward her sister sobbing in pain at the sight of the ice statue of her sister.

for one instant there was a deep silence.

Olaf , Hans , Kristoff , Sven all watching without saying nothing the queen sobbing on the statue of her frozen little sister.

Anna was gone.

His joyful and enthusiastic fiance was not anymore there.

there was sound around THEM;

the sobs of Elsa

the pain of the citizens.

the duke keep ordering to kill Elsa while she was crying. he could hear Kristoff said through tears falling from his face.

" i should have been here to protect her when she got her heart frozen instead of listening to her and admiring the castle"

" and me i shouldn't have come her and ask to marry her everything of all of this wouldnt have happen"

He put a comforting hand on Kristoff back.

"i m so sorry" he said the blond man give him a small sad smile.

" but no need to blame yourself i m sure you did the best you could to deal with the situation this was out of hands" he smile at him trying to comfort him.

" yes your maybe right"

after staying for a long moment there without saying nothing they moved both toward the castle sad and depressed deciding to think together as a way to honor their little Anna. but there was still an issues. The eternal winter. people where still freezing , they were steel freezing , some little kid had not even passed the 3 last days for the coldness was too strong. at this point there were still all frozen and their fate was to all be frozen. On their way to the castle the two men meet the sad and anxious look of the citizens. they were all condemn to died So they both decided to Regroup everyone on the castle. they passed the whole night trying to warm the people and makes them forget about the eternal winter also questioning them as what will be the best to honor and give a tribute to their dear princess. The only way then have found right know was to asked help from other kingdom or try to crossed the sea.

but by the middle of the night when they looked thought the windows

the snow has disappeared.

its was not cold anymore;

the tree where like before.

they were hot.

the summer was back.

and the little snowman had disappeared.

Kristoff and Hans look anxious and run in the castle in the queen room where Elsa was suppose to rest.

they found the lifeless body of the queen. She was gorgeous as always her pale skin even more pale than always. it was as if she was sleeping but she was not anymore breathing. the queen has been poisoned. last night she was talking about trying her best to makes disappeared the winter and now..she was gone. Someone in the castle has decided to kill the queen. the two man finally decided to throw a big ceremony for the poor queen and Princess. a week of mourning was announce , letter flowers and message were left under the grave of the queen and the statue of the Princess. they had prepare a little oral message in honor of anna and had decide to do the same for the queen even thought they knew her less than her sister.

Days and weeks passed and it was time for Prince Hans to go back to his Homeland not that he was missing being in the southern isles but his father the king had ordered him to go back home .

"So i hope arendelle is gonna be alright " he said to Kristoff on the dock.

Kristoff give him a enthusiast smile

" kay has just find a cousins that can take the lead of the monarchy"

" really ?"he laughed

"Thats amazing ! "

" and the duke ?" Hans asked

" Exile for trying to exploit arendelle and even thought it save us , for the murder of the queen who was suspect to not have done it only for noble intentions"

"good" Hans smile.

They both stood at the enter of the kingdom during one instant admiring the huge big statue of Elsa and Anna holding hands

"They are beautiful " said Kristoff

"Yeah true sister" he whispered

"True sister" Kristoff replied back.

" hurry up admiral Westergaard " he chuckled

" Dont you want to make mad the king of the southern isles " he chuckled

"Story of my life lord Bjorgman" they both burst out laughing.

" when arendelle will see you" Kristoff asked while Hans took the path of his boat.

" humm next month could be possible"

" in time to honor The room of the castle created at the memory of the royal family !" he said happy.

" oh then its perfect !" Hans smiled.

Finally he watch from the distance the boat leave the dock with a feeling of nostalgia. Hans has been a good help this recent days when everything was dark. He looked at the statue of the sisters a sad smile on his face. " Arendelle sisters" he whispered again. He give a last look at another statue next to Elsa and Anna one , King Agnarr and King Iduna one. finally the young men whispered in a last look at Elsa and Anna

" i m really sorry it seems you kingdom is cursed with bad luck"

#AU #nice Hans

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theories-by-majority-vote · 5 years ago

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The Purpose of the Game

The Purpose of the Game (Theory 1)

Data collection

Hello everyone! Back with another theory. Unlike the other one, this started as a ramble of key points I was curious about. Somewhere I came to a realization and well what you are seeing is (hopefully) a refined and much more coherent version of my internal monologue. I have several theories about the true purpose of the game and I will be dividing them into separate posts just to keep the thoughts organized. Also because I have several theories, once we get an update, that will result in a change in a theory or perhaps an addition to one, depending on close to the bulls eye I get!

Something about the game that really just occurred to me is why is the organization so set on collecting memory data AND personality data.

Also why there is existence of dolls that are exactly like the characters themselves.

More under the cut!

Now this is both from what I've learned in psychology as well as some ideas that resulted with my (still current) obsession of the visual novel Steins;Gate.

In Steins Gate, memories from the brain were digitized and were able to be transferred over, as a way to send information around. The thing is, personality isn’t the same as memory. The prefrontal cortex of the brain is where the brain regulates emotions while the hippocampus (both the left and right sides) are involved with most of the brain's memory and learning. This is an oversimplification of the way the brain functions, by the way. Most of the brain's functions are still being studied. However it may be, it is a lot more difficult to obtain personality because it's not a part of any single region. And, for the organization to even be able to collect this data is enough to show how fearsome their power is.

Back to the theory however:

If you take that memory and personality data and put it into an android designed to look just like the person from whom the memory was taken out, it will be as if you cloned a person, as those two things are what define and identify us.

But wait Bee, you say, didn't that already happen to Reko?

Yes. Reko did get replaced by a doll clone of herself temporarily. And it fooled everyone, including the fake itself.

The thing is, what what the purpose of even doing all this? Well, with that little plot point, we learned a few different things. One, the organization already has clones ready of the players, and data collected as well. The organization needed to be prepared with a clone of any one of the players as the room of lies could have been accessed by any one of them.

Second, the technology and science of the organization makes it clear how advanced the clones are, with the only difference being that the clones do not have blood while the humans do. The thing about this however, is that it could also be the organization be misleading the characters and the audience. If blood is the only thing that separates the clones from humans, then what if they do give the clones blood? How would be able to separate them unless we were to medically inspect them? After all, Clone Reko herself believed to be real, which means that she is indistinguishable from a human, even when it comes to human bodily functions.

Now, knowing that the clones can very much pass off as humans, the fact that this death game carelessly and relentlessly kills off its players, some of whom are particularly public figures, Reko for instance (in one of the potential choices), and the cop who was particularly elite, not to mention people who have families and people looking for them, professor Mishima and Joe for example, could be how confident the organization is in their current abilities, since it would be very suspicious for all these people to suddenly go missing would be incredibly suspicious.

Here's my guess at least.

What if perhaps the dolls are to inherit the memories of the Ai and pre death game, are supposed to be sent back as though nothing happened at all. That, or even currently speaking, the dolls actually have replaced their human counterpart. Joe’s girlfriend could potentially be hanging out with a Joe who isn’t actually Joe. Similarly speaking, perhaps the reason why Alice could’ve been taken away from the prison was because a replacement doll Alice took his place.

[Image Caption: Sara looking at Alice Chapter 1.1: (The organization behind this...can free a prisoner?)]

On Kai’s laptop, there was a file on a green haired person who looked similar to Shin Tsukimi but wasn't actually him. He died before the games and his name is definitely Sou Hiyori, confirmed by Alice, should you let him live in place of Reko.

[Image Caption: Alice Chapter 2.2: “It’s Sou Hiyori!!”]

He has the same scarf as Sou which I think he inherited it from that guy himself. When we flashback to Sou’s first trial, we see a shadow talking to Shin. We also know that the organization brought him back. But perhaps he wasn't...quite complete. We don't see him on the rosters, you see, which means he wasn’t meant to be a participant. Possible reasons for that is that, because he was incomplete, his involvement may expose the intent of the organization involved. That, or he was initially meant to be a participant but Alice killing him gave them an excuse to test out the data.

[Image Caption: Kai’s Computer File on Green Haired boy: (Perhaps that means... he was revived)]

More analysis will be done on that Sou Hiyori in a different post.

Analyzing the games reason for cloning doesn’t quite make the purpose of the game though, unless the organization is using this game as some sort of experiment.Perhaps this game is meant to successfully clone a human, immortalize a person...in a sense.

[Image Caption: Kai’s Computer File on the Organization: (The organization’s name is ASU-NARO. It is a secret organization possessing superb technology in a multitude of fields)]

If the game has a basis with the government or military, the data acquired would be priceless. The biggest connection we have to the organization is through Kai, or rather Kai’s ‘family’. There is much we do not know of him but the computer and Kai’s flashbacks do give us some insight. Kai was raised to be an assassin, and implies they have a team of assassins under their belt. Not only that but probably spies as well as people who collect memory data. An organization this large is unlikely to be like this without higher influence.

At this point in the story, we know little of how the outside world is really like. We have no idea how much time has passed since the game’s start. It could have been days or weeks. We also are unclear of the political status of the outside world with only slight indications that at face value, the world is not at war. However we can’t be sure what is stirring up at this point, whether there is some political unrest in which this experiments data would be absolutely necessary. As a result this theory is still very much incomplete due to a lack of information. However, I do believe this game may perhaps be a (messed up) experiment on human cloning and perhaps the accuracy of Ai run data versus actual humans.

If you have anything to add on to this please do! If you agree or disagree with me, please send in your thoughts!

#yttd #Your Turn to Die #kimi ga shine #Yttd Bee Theories #yttd spoilers #kai satou #alice yabusame

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whereisthecd · 5 years ago

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Magnolia Riders: SuperM/Saddle Club AU ✨

CHAPTER FOUR

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Key Terms this Chapter

Tack - All of the equipment used to ride horses (saddle, bridle, protective boots, etc.)

Taeyong stood up against the wall of the barn aisle, admiring Flower munching on her dinner hay across from him. The sun had now set over the property, nearly eliminating the barn traffic. This was Taeyong’s favorite time to be at the barn, it was peaceful and yet felt so busy. He had gotten used to spending most evenings here, helping Kai out. None of the other riders knew he was there. It was just another one of his secrets, except this one he enjoyed having.

Usually Kai was already working on his nightly chores, leaving a small to do list for Taeyong. However, he hadn’t returned from wherever Baekhyun took him nearly 30 minutes beforehand. It was odd for Kai not to be here busy working away, but Taeyong knew something was going on between the two guys. If Baekhyun wasn’t riding he was nearly on top of Kai, and for the most part Kai welcomed it. Taeyong tried not to put too much thought into it, but he was very perceptive, especially about the happenings at Sunset Magnolia. Everyone seemed to have their perfect fit into this operation to not let it completely crumble, and that alone made it seem like a perfect fit for him.

Not wanting to waste more time waiting for Kai, Taeyong got to work on small tasks. For the most part they fit into his evening routine. It had been almost two weeks now that Taeyong spent time helping Kai during most evenings, this was part of his commitment to Taemin. None of the other boys knew he wasn’t paying for lessons, but there was a lot the boys didn’t know. Taeyong ran through the nightly feed list, making sure everyone had been given their routine supplements. He refilled waters, dressed each horse in their blanket, and gave the barn a final sweep. Just as he was running out of tasks to do, Kai appeared. It had been over an hour since he first left. Kai, noticing so many of the night chores had been completed, rushed towards Taeyong. A look of guilt and urgency struck his face.

“Hey, I am so sorry I’ve been MIA, I had some stuff to clear up with Baekhyun, this was not my intention at all. I feel -”

“Oh it’s no worry at all, I don’t mind. I hope everything is okay with you two,” Taeyong responded, not wanting to pry for information, but also trying to muffle his interest, “I owe it to you anyways for letting me help out around here so much.” Kai blushed and turned his face from Taeyong, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Ahh it’s nothing between Baek and me, he’s fine. And you don’t owe me anything! It’s nice having the help, and anything Taemin says is more than alright by me.” Kai reassured Taeyong, not making much eye contact but speaking with such intention, “feel free to head out if you want, I kept you waiting for so long…”

“No I - I want to stay and help. It’s the least I can do,” Taeyong looked up at Kai. He was only a few years older than Taeyong, but it felt like he towered over him. He was mostly muscle with a soft, black mop of hair on top of his head. He was certainly the most intriguing person to Taeyong at Sunset Magnolia, aside from Baekhyun. Kai paused for a moment, formulating an evening plan in his head.

“Well,” he began, crossing his arms “it’s been a couple weeks since all the tack got a deep cleaning. Wanna help me clean some saddles?”

Taeyong nodded and let out a soft smile. He followed Kai into the tack room. Inside were at least 25 saddles, all neatly organized along the edges of the room. Kai tossed a can of leather cleaner and a rag in Taeyong’s direction before settling down at the other side. It was fairly large, about the size of a common bedroom. While cleaning tack wasn’t Taeyong’s favorite task, he was hoping it would give him some more time to get to know Kai rather than the two of them throwing back the same small talk like they usually would. After a few minutes of silence, Taeyong spoke up.

“So….what got you into riding?” he asked, still paying careful attention to the saddle he was cleaning. He didn’t want to seem overly interested, but deeply cared to make some sort of connection.

“Well, I just sort of always loved horses as a kid. In the summers my dad would take me to my grandfather's. He worked on a farm for most of his life, and I’d get to go with him in the mornings, help out with feeding. Those are some of my favorite memories,” Kai gently responded. Even doing the most mundane tasks, he seemed so stoic and reformed.

“Is that how you got to working in stables, from your grandfather?” Taeyong eagerly tried to map out the story. Kai let out a soft chuckle, revealing his perfectly white teeth.

“Oh no, I actually competed for a long time,” Kai began. Taeyong’s face brightened like a fire truck.

“Oh my god I didn’t know, I - I didn’t mean to assume,” he stuttered, trying to rebound.

“Hey don’t worry about it! I by no means had the career Taemin did. I wasn’t a big name in the ring, but Bruno and I made it to some of the qualifiers. I just came here when Taemin started training. The show life wasn’t really for me,” he reassured before growing quiet. Taeyong could tell there was more Kai wanted to say, but he didn’t continue. The two sat quietly for a few more minutes before Kai tried to dissipate the silence.

“Have things been going okay for you here so far?” he asked Taeyong, his voice slightly cracking. Taeyong nodded his head slightly before getting up to put the next saddle away.

“Yeah, I mean I think so at least. I really like the guys. And Taemin, he’s the kindest person I have ever met I think, aside from you,” Kai let out a soft smirk at Taeyong’s words. “Except for Baekhyun….he doesn’t like me, that’s pretty easy to see -”

“Oh don’t let that sass get to you. He’s got a lot of thoughts in his head that he should just keep there,” Kai said quickly. He shot a reassuring look at Taeyong, worried he was feeling any bit of isolation at Sunset Magnolia.

“He sure seems to like you though,” Taeyong joked. Kai shook his head before letting out a soft chuckle. He began to fidget in his seat a bit, which Taeyong immediately noticed.

“Hey man, I didn’t mean anything by that, I’m sorry -”

“Oh no no, it’s okay. It’s nothing really. There’s nothing going on, it’s just casual stuff I promise. I’ve known Baek a long time,” Kai retorted. Taeyong acknowledged his response, but could tell it was just a cover up. He spent the rest of the time cleaning and keeping quiet, not wanting to ask the wrong questions again.

This is what you get for being too attentive, he thought. For the next hour, the two stable hands moved their way through the tack room, cleaning and continuing basic small talk. Kai asked random barn questions, Taeyong answered sweetly. Soon they were finished, and made their way into the aisleway. Kai noticed the horses already blanketed.

“Wait, you got everyone’s blankets on already?” Kai asked, seeming shocked.

“....yeah, was I not supposed to?” Taeyong asked hesitantly, worried about causing another miscommunication.

“No, no that’s totally fine. It’s just - you were even able to get Gigi’s on?” Kai seemed perplexed.

“Yeah, everyone’s got one,” Taeyong answered. Kai shot him a blinking stare, clearly struggling to process the information he was given. He briskly walked over to Galina’s stall to see the info for himself. Upon their arrival, Galina pinned her ears back. However, as Taeyong approached the stall window, she walked forward slowly, unpinned her ears and sniffed the tops of Taeyong’s hands before returning to the other end of the stall.

“That’s insane. Like literally insane. Gigi gives respect to no one except Baek, and me on occasion. But that’s only because she’s had to put up with me feeding her for years. You must be a horse whisperer, or god of some sort,” Kai joked, still shocked by the sight in front of him. Taeyong knew he was good with horses, but didn’t know how to take the information at hand.

“Maybe just don’t tell Baekhyun that, I’m not sure he would be so thrilled about it,” Taeyong suggested uneasily. Kai placed a firm hand on his shoulder and smiled before walking towards the giant whiteboard next to the tack room. Kai pulled his keys off the hook perched next to the board, as he quickly reviewed all the written tasks for the evening. Kai turned back at Taeyong, who was still standing in front of Galina’s stall.

“Hey, thanks again for your help tonight! Why don’t you take the night off tomorrow? I’m sure you could use a break!” Kai said, shooting another soft smile at Taeyong.

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. You have a good night,” Taeyong responded, now moving towards Flower’s stall to give her one last pet for the night.

“And seriously, don’t worry about Baek. If he says anything to you, I’ll talk to him. Seems I’m the only one to ever talk some sense into him these days,” Kai reassured.

“It’s because he thinks you’re cute,” Taeyong said, almost immediately regretting his words. Kai blushed, and shook his head.

“I know, trust me. I know” Kai smirked before heading out the barn door. Taeyong let out a small sigh of relief. He looked up at Flower, who was contently rubbing the side of her head along the bars of the stall window.

“Will you knock that off!” Taeyong snapped, jokingly pushing her head back into the stall, “you’re gonna rub the side of your face bald, you goofball.” He blew Flower a kiss and let out a small giggle. After taking one final look down the barn aisle, he made his way to the doors to head home.

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Taemin sat at the dining room table, fishing through different forms and receipts from the last several months. Everything was spread out like the pages of a book had fallen out of its binding. The rest of his home was nicely put together. Ribbons lined up on the wall of the entryway, his trophies sitting in an oak case above the mantle of the fireplace. It was a small house, but cozy and quaint. Taemin appreciated his safe space after every busy and drama-filled day. His home sat on top of the largest pasture, a mere 200 feet from the barn, but it was exactly what Taemin wanted.

Moon sat under Taemin’s chair, seeming unbothered as his owner sat criss-crossed in the seat above him. As Taemin flipped through more receipts, balancing whatever budget was left in the month, Kai quietly opened the front door.

“Hey, how was your day?” he asked Taemin who smiled at Kai briefly before looking back at his papers. Kai took off his boots and left them on the shoe rack before walking into the kitchen.

“It was fine, just really busy. I’m trying to manage the budget a bit better, see if I can get a couple more shows in this season to give the boys some practice. You?” Taemin answered, now flipped around in his chair to watch Kai whip together a sandwich in the kitchen.

“It was fine, had a nice trail ride with Bruno. Got to know Taeyong a bit more. He’s a really good guy, I mean you should have seen him with Gigi,” Kai said between bites of his dinner. Taemin raised his eyebrows.

“Gigi, huh?” Taemin let out a chuckle, knowing the rare feat it was to connect with Galina on any level.

“Yeah between that and dealing with Baekhyun earlier, this day has been interesting to say the least,” Kai mumbled just loud enough for Taemin to put the words together. Kai cleaned up his mess in the kitchen before pulling a beer out of the fridge. He ripped the bottle cap off with his calloused palm and tossed it in the recycle bin. Just as Kai walked past Taemin to open the door to his den downstairs, Taemin interjected.

“Hey Kai?” Taemin asked, looking up at the broad man standing in the stairway. Kai looked at Taemin nonchalantly before Taemin continued, “just be careful with Baekhyun, okay? You know the kind of drama that could get you into - us into. That family controls so much of this farm, this town -”

“Taemin - I know. Trust me, I’m being careful. He may be too stubborn for 25, but I’m smarter than that,” Kai tried to reassure Taemin.

“I know, I just...there’s a lot riding on that family’s happiness. So please just be careful, it’s my job to say that,” Taemin looked into Kai, watching his face soften around stern eyes.

“I know, and I promise you I will,” Kai began to shut the door to his den, “you be careful too, Tae - it’s also my job to say that.”

“I will, Kai. I promise.”

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mavzoon · 5 years ago

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Shigaraki x f/reader “Soft boi hours”

(The reader has a quirk that makes her immune to all effects of other quirks)

Words: 6373

R-Rated

Tags: First time, Bodyworship, praise kink, love and affection in general

A fic in which Shiggy gets some well earned love and affection. Prepare to pamper this poor good boi.

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Lip balm.

Massage oil.

Shampoo and conditioner for damaged hair.

Mango scented body soap.

A toothbrush and some toothpaste.

“And last but on least…” You picked the chocolate hearts off the shelf and threw them into the shopping basket. You couldn’t help but smile.

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By the time you got back to the hideout, mostly everyone had either gone to sleep or to commit their acts of villainy. You didn’t worry, however. You knew your target would be wide awake.

“Shiggyy~~” you sang as you sat on the barstool next to him.

He glanced at you as you dropped the grocery bag on the counter. “Piss off. I’m too busy for whatever you’re going to want to do…” He turned to go back to reading the newspaper, no doubt looking for any articles on All Might.

You giggled. “Are you sure about that?” You pulled out the first item, the lip balm. You set it in front of Shigaraki.

He snorted. “If you think I’ll start using makeup-”

“It’s not makeup you absolute buffoon! It’s meant to make your lips softer!” You interrupted him.

He cringed. “My lips are fine the way they are…”

You smiled. Gotcha… “Oh you definitely are fine they way you are now, but I’m not trying to make you anyone you’re not.”

He raised his brow. “What else would…” He paused and frowned.

“I just want to make you feel good,” you smiled, placing a hand on top of his.

To your surprise, he didn’t pull away but instead looked at you intently. “How am I supposed to trust someone when they act so selflessly?”

You frowned and looked away. How do you not get it? “I’m not trying to hurt you or anything like that. I wouldn’t dream of it.” Seeing that Shigaraki was still listening, you went on. “It’s just that… I can’t help but feel sad when I see you not treating yourself right.”

Shigaraki stayed quiet.

You smiled again. “Will you let me show you the other stuff I bought? You can decide then if you want to give it a go.”

Shigaraki sighed. “Fine…”

A wicked smile spread on your face. Oh my sweet Shiggy, I’m going to blow you away. You showed him the toothbrush and the paste.

“And how exactly do you suppose I find time for that shit…” Shigaraki complained.

“If I recall correctly, you were just a moment ago sitting here doing nothing. I’m sure you have a few minutes to spare. And besides, you don’t want your teeth rotting and falling out.”

He cringed.

Then you showed him the hair products.

“My hair isn’t even that damaged!” He whined.

“Maybe so, but you don’t wash it often so something for sensitive hair is the best option for now.”

He huffed again, and you smiled. This is going better than I expected… You looked at the bag and paused. I have a feeling things won’t end too smoothly though… You pulled out the massage oil and pushed it in front of the other items on the counter. Shigaraki stared at it for a couple of seconds.

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” He snapped and pushed the oil away.

You caught it before it fell and set it back on the table. “You slouch a lot, so your back has to feel at least a little sore. I’ve also noticed that you clench your jaw a lot. You gotta try to relax, and I figured a massage-”

“Absolutely not.”

“If you don’t feel comfortable taking your shirt off, I could just massage you over the shirt… It’s not a big deal.”

Shigaraki shook his head. “Not gonna work. I don’t want you touching me.”

Oh.

You frowned and looked away. Stupid little girl… You already knew he wouldn’t like that. “I’m sorry,” you muttered. You silly girl… Crossing boundaries that aren’t meant-

“I didn’t mean to say it like that…” Shigaraki sighed. “I just… Don’t know how to react to something like that. Why would you even want to do something like that for me?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Because I like you. “I think you deserve a break from all the stress of being our leader.”

Shigaraki just stared, studying your face as if looking for any sign of dishonesty. You averted your gaze and blushed. “What else did you buy?” He asked.

You almost choked. “Uhm… I got some chocolate.” You pulled the small heart-shaped box out.

Shigaraki chuckled. “How did someone like you end up a villain?”

“Being a villain doesn’t mean that I gotta be bad,” you smiled.

“What would you do if I told you I didn’t like sweets?” He tilted his head.

“W- you don’t?” you squealed.

He chuckled again. “Don’t worry… I like them just fine.”

“Stop teasing…” you smiled. You took a breath. “D-do you want to try this out?”

Shigaraki paused and looked at the items again. “With the condition that you don’t complain if I tap out.”

“Of course! I’d never pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to!” You threw your hands it the air defensively. He seemed to be comforted by your words. He nodded. “What exactly do you want to do?”

“Well… Why don’t you try the lip balm first?”

He nodded and picked up the lip balm package, disintegrating the plastic covering. He held the small object in his hands and stared at it. “How the hell do I use it?” he snapped weakly.

You tried not to giggle. So precious. You took it off his hands, your fingers touched briefly. Shigaraki tensed up.

“I’m immune to your quirk, remember?” you asked.

He nodded. “I know… I know… It’s just a reflex.”

You nodded and rolled the lip balm open and gave it back to him. “Just rub that onto your lips and pressed them together like this.” You rubbed your lips together as a demonstration. Shigaraki coughed and covered his mouth.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“YEAH… Uhm. Of course.” He pushed the lotion to his lips and rolled it side to side a few times. His eyes went wide. He puckered his lips and rubbed them together.

You waited, expectantly. “W-what do you think?”

He hummed. “It tastes weird. And feels weird…”

You giggled. “You’ll get used to it.”

He put the lip balm down and touched his lips with his finger as if mesmerised. Your heart skipped a beat. They really do look so… soft now…

“What next?” Shigaraki asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah…” You looked away and blushed. “Uhm… do you wanna try the hair things and the soap?”

Shigaraki hummed. “Sure…” He picked them all up and began to walk to the bathroom. He stopped and looked back at you. “Ahem. How-?”

You smiled. You really know nothing about self-care, huh? “The order doesn’t matter. Most people use shampoo before conditioner though. There are also instructions on the backside of the bottles if you can read small shit like that.”

Shigaraki nodded, hummed and walked away.

You tried to calm your breathing. The room felt unnervingly empty without him. You stared at the lip balm sitting on top of the counter. Do I dare? You picked it up and let it hover over your lips. Your breath hitched. You shook your head and set it down. Stop acting like a child…

You buried your head in your hands. How’d this happen? Whose brilliant idea was it to make me like someone who wouldn’t like me like that? You sighed. At least he seems happy. Maybe that’s enough…

Ten minutes went by before you heard the shower turn off. You held your breath. A few minutes passed and Shigaraki came back. He’d put on the same clothes he had before, but you could tell the difference anyway. His hair may have been wet but you could tell it was softer than before.

He leaned on the counter crossed his arms. “These clothes feel uncomfortable now, you know…” His plain black shirt seemed to hug his body so much tighter.

You shivered.

Shigaraki waved his hand in front of your eyed. “Hey, try to at least focus a little.”

“Ah, sorry. What did you say?” You croaked out, looking up at him. ‘Course you were amazing beforehand, but dear lord, self-care looks beautiful on you.

He sighed. “These clothes feel weird, that’s all…”

“Dirt on clean skin is generally pretty uncomfortable. Maybe you should get some new clothes?”

He hummed. “I don’t really know…”

“Shopping is really fun though! Even if you don’t see anything you like, you can still laugh at the shitty things you see.”

Shigaraki chuckled. Seeing him so calm and relaxed made your heart skip a beat.

There was a small pause. You bit your lip. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“Eh, you know, the lip balm… everything so far?”

He hummed. “It… could’ve been worse… I suppose”

You smiled victoriously.

“Are you…” he mumbled. “Do you still want to give me that massage?” he looked away, as if ashamed of asking.

Your breath caught in your throat. “I… Yeah, I’d like that.” You raised your hands again. “As long as you still want it as well!” You added.

Shigaraki nodded but refused to meet your eye. “Yeah… I think it’s okay.”

There was an awkward pause.

“Where-” you croaked out.

Shigaraki’s face seemed a little flushed as well. “Uhm… My room? I don’t… want anyone walking in on-” he stopped.

You nodded and tried to steady your breathing as you stood up. You went to pick up the massage oil but paused. “Uh, do you want to use th-?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “I guess… it’s fine since we’ve come this far already…”

Your breath caught in your throat. “O-kay.”

You picked up the small bottle and paused again. “And the choc-”

He nodded.

You hummed, trying to relax. Oh, dear lord, he said yes. This is happening. This-

“Let’s go…” he muttered, still looking away. You nodded and picked up the chocolate.

The walk to his room was filled with nervous energy. You were hyper-aware of how close he was. You could smell the mango body soap on him.

You stopped before his door. “Are you sure? You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he cut you off. Seemingly feeling ashamed for the eagerness he showed, he went on: “I’m just curious, that’s all…”

You nodded and he opened the door for you. You stepped in. The first thing you noticed was the heap of disregarded shirts and pants on the floor. The next thing was the spacious double bed with its covers messed up on one side. Video game CDs lay on a pile next to his computer.

“Please don’t give me a lecture about the necessity of cleaning my room… I’ve heard enough of that from Kurogiri…” Shigaraki muttered as he shut the door behind him.

“People do tend to feel better with their room clean…” you mumbled.

He chuckled. “You never know when to shut up, do you?”

You blushed. “Do you… wanna get started?” you asked.

Shigaraki sighed. “How… do we do this exactly?”

You looked at his bed. “Well… you… if you’re okay with it… you could take off your shirt and lay on the bed so I can massage your back.”

Shigaraki was blushing now. His face flushed and he looked away once more. “JUST… Don’t laugh at me…”

You raised your brows. ”Huh? What makes you think I would do something like that?”

He huffed. “I’m not… exactly what you’d call a pleasant sight…”

You didn’t even try to disguise how offended you felt. “Excuse me? You’re absolutely fine the way you are! There’s nothing I’d even think of changing in you!” You covered your mouth. Well, that was too honest.

Shigaraki seemed to forget how to breathe for a second.

“I’m sorry, that was too forward of m-”

“No… no… No One’s ever said anything like that to me…” Shigaraki said as if lost.

“Huh? Really? I thought you’d have a lot of people ogling at you.” You tilted your head.

“Hmph. Not everyone has your luck…”

“What do you mean? I don’t even remember the last time I caught someone checking me out.”

Shigaraki blinked. “You… really? You do realise that acting humble is not cute, right?”

“Wha-? I’m not acting! I genuinely don’t think anyone has-”

He cut you off: “Are you sure about that? I swear I coulda seen Dabi staring at you a couple of days ago…”

“Dabi?.”

“Yes, Dabi. I swear the dude was practically undressing you with his eyes..”

You looked away. “He’s not my type…”

Shigaraki hummed. “Alright.” Strangely enough, he seemed content with your answer. He took hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare skin. You tried not to let out an embarrassing squeak. Not a pleasant sight? NOT A FUCKING PLEASANT SIGHT? How blind can you be? How- “You’re beautiful,” you said before you had the chance to stop yourself.

He was thinner than most in the league, but you could see the lines of abs above his V-line. His black sweatpants hanged lazily from his hips. You could swear they were on the verge of falling off. And I’m not sure I’d mind, to be honest. He had faint scars running down his neck all the way to his-

“Are you just trying to butter me up?” His voice brought you back on earth.

“Wha? NO! I’m serious.” You stepped forward. “You… really are beautiful.”

He seemed taken aback. “Uhm… I… thank you?”

You bit your lip. “You… can you lay on the bed? So I can get started?”

He swallowed and nodded. You watched as he gently laid himself down, exposing his back at you. Your hands trembled as you tried to open the bottle. “C-can I sit on top of you? So I can…” you trailed off.

“Yeah…” he muttered so softly, you barely heard him.

You set the box of chocolate down on his night table and slowly, gently raised yourself above him. You tried to lower yourself on top of his thighs without spooking him. To your horror, he let out a small squeak when he felt you press down.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” You tried to rise but he grabbed your hand.

“It’s okay… It’s okay… Just… do your thing,” he whispered.

You stared at your hands. His hand. Your hand. You squeezed him gently, trying to reassure him.

“I’ll… go slow, okay? Just tell me if you want me to stop and I will,” you reassured him. He just hummed in response.

You took a breath and poured some lotion onto your hand. You could hear your heart beating, but you ignored it, bit your lip and closed your eyes. Calm down, girl. Just focus on making him feel good.

You opened your eyes and smiled. Here we go. You placed your hands on his shoulders and began tracing circles over his muscles. You felt him tense up. “It’s okay Shiggy, I’m just going to warm up your muscles, okay?”

He hummed in response.

You brought your hands lower until you were in the middle of his back. He whimpered. The sound sent shivers down your spine and you could feel the hotness pooling between your legs. “D-does it feel good?” You asked.

He nodded urgently.

You brought your hands back up and trailed them from his neck to his shoulders. You felt him shiver underneath you, his body starting to relax under your touch. You tried to stop yourself shivering from the heat of his body. You could feel every breath he took. Your hands felt weak, warm like jelly. You let your hands wander down to the edge of his pants. He let out a shaky breath when you paused. You pushed your hands up, trailing them along his spine. You paused when you heard him moan. By now, your face was beet red. Too far gone to stop, you went back down and worked over that sensitive spot again.

He groaned again, this time trying to stay quiet. You circled that spot, kneading it, working it over until you felt his body relaxing again. Once you reached his neck, you paused. He looked so relaxed with his eyes closed, biting his lip. “You truly are beautiful,” you whispered near his ear, feeling a sort of madness taking over you. He shivered. You began working over his back before he had time to tense up again. You trailed his sides, feeling his ribs through the soft skin. “It should be a sin to hide this body of yours,” you went on whispering, too far gone to stop yourself. He whimpered in response, hiding his face behind the pillow.

You worked over his lower back again. “You’re like a work of art, absolutely gorgeous.” You worked your way up and began trailing down his arms, gently massaging his biceps. “So strong, so powerful… “ You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over him. “You deserve the world, you deserve it all,” you whispered in his ear. He shivered and whimpered as he turned to look at you, his eyes pleading. You brought your hand down to hold his, your other one going back to massage his neck.

“Please,” he whined.

“Please what? I need you to tell me what you want,” you smiled.

“Y-you. Please. I need more…”

“Tomura, are you sure?”

“Yes. Please, I want…” he bit his lip.

You leaned forward and breathed on his ear. “Your wish is my command.”

He shivered once more. You brought your hands down his back, this time not bothering to stay gentle. You dragged your nails along his spine, letting them dig in. Not too much to hurt, but enough for him to feel it. He seemed to have forgotten all his modesty as he let out soft moans and groans whenever you touched those few spots. The lotion was beginning to dry, so you pulled back to pour more on your hands, but Shigaraki stopped you. He twisted himself around on his back and sat up.

“I can’t take this anymore,” he grabbed the lotion bottle and threw it away.

You squealed. “Wh-what?” You trembled as you felt yourself being pulled away from that mad trance. You felt his breath hit your face. So close, so close, so-

“I want to…” he trailed off, still looking at you with those same pleading eyes. You tilted your head. He grabbed your hips and lowered you down onto his lap. Then you felt it, the hardness poking at your thigh. You whimpered.

You reached up and caressed his cheeks, letting your thumb run along his bottom lip, the realisation hitting you. “Have you done it-?” you asked, biting your lip.

“What do you think? Where would someone like me even…” he huffed, looking away.

You held his chin and made him look at you, feeling confident again. “It’s okay, I’ll take good care of you.” You leaned forward, letting your lips ghost over his for a second before finally capturing them in a careful kiss. You paused, studying his face for any sign of discomfort. You found none. You leaned in again, and this time didn’t pull away immediately. He began to mimic the way you moved, trying to match your rhythm. His movements were clumsy, but you didn’t mind. You felt his hands tremble against your legs. You guided them to your back so he could wrap them around you.

You began grinding down on him gently, seeing if he liked it. The groan he let out was all you needed as confirmation. You set a steady rhythm of kissing him, grinding on him, letting your hands explore his chest.

Shigaraki pulled back. “Please…I want to make you feel good too.”

You smiled back at him and traced his jaw. “Okay, but remember that we can stop at any time,” you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t want to stop,” he said as he began unbuttoning your shirt. You smiled as you saw his hands shaking. You swooped in to help. Once all the buttons we’re open, you threw the shirt away. You shivered from the cold, but mostly from the hungry look Tomura was giving you.

“You can take the rest off too,” you whispered as you bit your lip.

Tomura wasted no time reaching behind you and starting to fumble your bra off. When it became apparent he had no idea what he was doing, you reached back and guided his hands, helping him take it off.

He leaned in to kiss your neck as you threw the bra off. The feel of Tomura’s chest against your made you shiver. He was so warm. So soft. You threw your head back and whimpered as he began to suck the soft spot above your collarbone. His hands trailed small circles on your back, occasionally reaching to hold onto your sides, just under your breasts. He was still using only four fingers to touch you, but you didn’t comment on it, after all, habits are not broken easily.

You let your hands wander down his chest, softly caressing his skin. “You’re doing so good, Tomura~” you cooed. Comforted by your words, he trailed his kisses lower and lower. He cupped your breast and began licking the nipple. He flicked his tongue from left to right, up and down, trying to figure out what made you react the most.

Once he got it, he brought his other hand to play with the other one. He started by just massaging it. You guided his fingers to your nipple, encouraging him. He seemed to take the hint and pinched it a little. You threw your head back again and moaned. You trembled as you felt his shaky breath against your skin.

He switched places, his attention turned to the other nipple. You let your hands wander down to the edge of his pants. You trailed your fingers along his v-line, feeling him tremble under you.

“Can I touch you?” you asked softly.

He pulled away and kissed his way up to your lips. “Yeah… Just… I also want to feel you,” he croaked out, still blushing.

You nodded and kissed him before lifting yourself up. You unbuttoned your jeans and let them fall on the floor, adding to the mess of clothes coating the floor. You stepped back in front of Tomura, giving him a clear view of your near-naked body. He bit his bottom lip and reached out to touch your hips, his fingers trailing along your panties.

You giggled. “You can take them off if you want to:” You leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

He sucked in a breath and let his trembling fingers wanted to the edge of your panties. He pulled them down slowly, carefully as if fearing you’d disappear at any second. Any nervousness you may have felt was long gone. The air in the room was intoxicating. You could only focus on him, everything else was long gone in some distant dimension. Tomura was in front of you, seeing you, all of you, and that’s all you could think of, that’s all you could ever want.

He let go of the panties, letting them drop. You kicked them off and leaned in to kiss Tomura again. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. You whined in response as he pulled away from the kiss. You let out an embarrassing squeak as you felt him kiss the valley between your breasts. He trailed the kisses down, down until-

“Oh god, Tomura,” You moaned as he kissed your bottom lips. Your knees went weak as if turned to jelly from the feel of his breath against your most intimate areas. You held on to his head, trying to steady yourself. “Please,” you whined. You tried to guide his head so he’d focus on that small sensitive spot.

“Here?” he asked, flicking his tongue over your nub.

“God, yes!”

He hummed and began sucking, flicking his tongue, adjusting the rhythm and speed, trying to find what made you moan the loudest. You felt yourself dripping, most likely coating his chin with your juices, but you couldn’t be bothered to feel ashamed. He was making you feel too good for that.

A groan from him brought you back to your senses. How selfish of me… You brought your hands down to his pants. “Please take these off,” you whispered.

He trembled, his breath sending shivers to your core. He hummed and lifted his hips so you could take them off easily. “Can I take off your boxers too?” you asked.

He hummed in response, seemingly too deep into lust to form coherent words. You pulled them all down and let them fall onto the floor. He kicked the rest off. You wish you could’ve had a better look, but he immediately went back to eating you out. You reached down and took hold of his cock. You sucked in a breath. “You’re so big,” you mumbled as you began stroking him up and down gently. Tomura whimpered, his hold on your hips tightening. He was perfect all around. “You’re perfect, so long and thick, an absolute masterpiece,” you said, voice husky with a mixture of love and lust.

You let the precum on his tip coat your palm as lube and went back to stroking him. You tried different rhythms, going fast, slow, focusing on the tip, massaging his balls with your other hand. It seemed like he’d feel good with whatever you did. You settled on a slow but firm pace. By that point he was whimpering against your cunt, his breath making you shiver.

“Tomu… can you finger me?” you whimpered.

He hummed in response and trailed his hand down. He dragged his index finger up and down your slit, coating it with your juices before slowly pushing it. You let out a shaky breath as he pulled and back and pushed it in again. You shifted your hips so he’d brush against your g-spot.

“Th-there, please,” you whined.

He hummed again and began stroking that spot. His rhythm was messy but steady.

It’d been a while since you’d done anything like this, so you doubted that one finger was enough preparation.

“Another one, please, get me good and ready for your cock.” You felt Tomura shiver from your words. He wasted no time pushing his middle finger in. He sped up with his movements, losing the last embers of a rhythm he may have once had. You couldn’t say it bothered you.

“You’re so good for me, so-” he grazed his teeth over your clit gently, interrupting you. He added the third finger. Your hand stilled for a second, trying to get used to the stretch. Tomura let out a soft growl against your cunt. You took the hint and began stroking him again, although your rhythm was also lost by that point.

You felt your orgasm build-up, slow and steady. “Oh fuck, Tomu, please, just like that, oh fu-” a certain way he curled his fingers was what sent you over the edge. Your legs quivered, your voice broke and you called out what you assumed to be his name. You couldn’t but to squeeze his cock a bit too tight. He whimpered in response.

“Oh fuck, I’m so-”

“Fuck, that was hot,” he interrupted you, voice husky.

You felt your legs give out, but he caught you. The two of you fell on the bed, you on top of him. You were about to apologise, but he silenced you with his lips, devouring the words, teeth clicking together. You let out a moan and he slipped his tongue in your mouth, movements clumsy. You responded with equal eagerness. His hands snaked around you and brought you closer, your chests flushed together. You pushed his still slightly wet hair to the side so you could see his face.

It was as if all traces of stress and timidity were long gone. It was as if you were seeing him for the first time. No pretences, no masks, nothing to hide. Just him. Just you. Your heart seemed to do flips in your chest. Lust seemed to subside for a moment and give way to the most tender feeling. You leaned in and gave him a soft, gentle kiss. He placed his hand on your cheeks, pushing your hair to the side, using all five fingers. He smiled. A sweet smile, a gentle smile, an honest smile. You parted your lips, searching for some words to convey all the things you felt for him.

He interrupted your thought process with another kiss.

You felt the lust wash over you again. “Please, Tomura, can we-?”

He pulled back and looked at you, his eyes hazy. “I don’t have any condoms…”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill,” you assured him with a smile.

His eyes widened. “A-are you sure you want me like this? I mean-”

You interrupted him with a kiss. “‘Course I want you, silly,” you pulled away and smiled. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I’ve got some lube in the top shelf of the night table…” he mumbled, biting his lip.

You giggled and leaned to take it, giving him a good view of your backside. You could summarise from the groan he let out that he didn’t mind at all.

“How do you want me?” you asked.

He bit his lip again. “I… On top of me… I want to see you,” he said, meeting your eye.

You shivered and nodded. You settled on top of him again, opened the small bottle of lube and poured a generous amount on your hand. You took hold of his cock again and stroked him. He bit his lip to stay quiet. You studied his face carefully and looking for any sign of hesitation, but found none. You let go of his cock, making him whine and buck his hips. You wiped your hand on the bedsheets and looked at him.

His face was flushed with sweat, his eyes cloudy with lust and something akin to adoration. You could almost see his cock throb, he was so hard. “Are you sure you want this? It’s never too late to say no,” you held his face between your hands so he couldn’t look away.

He hummed. “Yes… I trust you.”

You bit your lip and nodded. You carefully positioned yourself above him and guided his cock to your entrance. He whimpered as the tip of his cock touched your wetness. You leaned in for another kiss, trying not to be too hurried with your movements but you couldn’t stop yourself. It was as if some kind of animal had taken over you. Tomura seemed to feel the same way as he dug his fingers, nails into your hips, not even bothering to stay gentle. It was intoxicating.

With one swift move of your hips, he was in. You and he let out a moan in unison. Your head was spinning. He was everywhere, in you, around you, before you. Your lips never parted. You pulled yourself up, his tip almost leaving you, and dropped yourself back down. Tomura let out a choked cry and buried his face in your neck, nibbling at your skin. You whimpered as you felt him stretch you to your limits.

“You’re amazing, To-Tomura,” you moaned in his ear. He bucked his hips up in response, making you cry out loud. You wrapped your hands around his neck gently, trying to steady yourself. He bit down on your neck and groaned as he bucked up again. You began moving up and down in a steady and gentle rhythm, trying to prolong it all, knowing that since it was his first time so he wouldn’t last long. He began to thrust against you, his movements uncontrolled and sloppy.

You sped up, slowed down, dropped down rougher, softer, faster, figuring out what felt the best. He pushed up rougher, faster, slower, gentler, trying to find the best rhythm. You let out a choked up cry as he hit your g-spot. Noticing this, he shifted his hips and began to focus on that spot. You threw your head back and moaned, not caring if the others in the rooms next two the two of you would wake up.

“Tomura, you feel so good in my- Oh God!” he gave one particularly hard thrust, making you scream out. He groaned in response and pushed his face between your bouncing breasts. His movements turned more sloppy.

He groaned and bit down the valley between your breasts.

You sped up your movements, and so did he. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping together and uncontrolled grunts and moans. You dug your nails at his back, trying to hold on as he rammed into you from the bottom, his balls slapping against you. You felt as if time itself had stopped.

“Oh god, you’re so perfect, you fill me up so well, fuck, please, I need more of you, please!” you moaned, begged like it was the end of the world.

As if on queue Tomura’s hold on your hips tightened and he started bouncing you up and down while rutting at you like an animal in heat. He licked up and down your neck, all reasoning gone. All you could do was let him take control of you and take what he was giving. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Fuck, I’m close.” His movements turned sloppier, the rhythm and pace completely gone.

”You gonna cum?” you breathed in his ear.

“Oh fuck yes, yes,” Tomura moaned.

“In me, please, please,” you begged not caring how desperate you sounded.

He slammed you all the way down, the way your clit rubbed down at him almost hurt. You couldn’t help the stream of curses and moans from leaving your mouth. He shivered beneath you. Soon after you felt a warmth spreading over you, in you. You leaned in to kiss him again. He responded immediately. You felt everything to the smallest detail of the way his hands brushed against your hips, the way his cock still twitched inside you, the way his juices coated your insides, the way his breath hit your face. You felt him more than ever. As if all energy was sucked out, you slumped against him. He seemed to feel the same way. He panted against your mouth.

After a few seconds, you pulled back and studied his face. His eyes were half-lidded and his mouth slightly parted.

“Tomura,” you mumbled. “You were amazing.” You leaned in, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

He mumbled against your neck. “So were you…”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, tangled up together like snakes. You focused on his breathing, in the way his chest went up and down softly. You couldn’t help but to close your eyes, overcome with exhaustion.

“Hey…” Tomura whispered against your ear.

“Yeah?”

“Can we… stay like this for a while?”

You giggled. “Of course we can, but let’s lie down so it’s comfier.”

He hummed and leaned over so he was on his side. You followed, keeping your legs wrapped around him. You let your head fall against his chest again, listening to his heartbeat. You felt his cum begin to drip from your cunt, but you couldn’t be bothered to clean it up. At least not yet. Not with Tomura drawing soft circles on your back and holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

The two of you laid there for what felt like an eternity, but it never once made you feel bored. You looked at the box of chocolate.

“Wanna eat those with me?” you asked.

“Uhuh… “

You leaned out, opened the box and pulled out two heart-shaped chocolates and gave the other one to Tomura. The two of you ate in comfortable silence.

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“Tomu… We should take a shower and clean up…” you mumbled after you’d eaten a few hearts.

He hummed in response but didn’t move.

“Tomuuu, let’s gooo…”

“Hmmm…”

You pulled back, but he kept on holding onto you tight.

“Tomuuuu, let gooo. We can cuddle more after a shower,” you whined.

“I don’t wanna stand up. I don’t wanna move. I just wanna stay here… with you…” he added, blushing.

You had to smile at that. “And who said we had to take separate showers?”

“Eh?”

You giggled. “Do you wanna take a shower with me? I can give you… another massage,” you bit your lip.

Tomura’s eyes widened. He rolled on top of you and brought your lips together in a quick kiss. He jumped up, stumbled and reached for your hands. “Why are you still laying there, let’s go!” He grabbed your hands and pulled you on your feet.

You stumbled against him and giggled. “You’re so easy~~.”

“Hush now…” he whispered. You could almost hear the smile on his face.

You tried to say something but instead whimpered as you felt his cum running down your inner thighs. Tomura blushed.

You giggled again. “Look at the mess you’ve made of me.”

He sucked in a breath and bit his lip.

You leaned in and breathed in his ear. “I love it.”

He grabbed your head with fast movements and brought you into a messy kiss. You teeth clanked together. You let your hands wander to his sides, caressing his ribs.

He pulled away, still holding your face. His eyes shined as you’d never seen before. His expression was softer than ever, his hands warm at your cheeks, his chest softly rising and falling against your breasts.

“I love you,” he said, his eyes locked to yours. He pulled you even closer, not caring how sweaty your bodies were. “I mean it. You’re the only one for me.”

You couldn’t help the tears from forming in your eyes. “I… I love you too, Tomu…”

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