#and dining together in underground places? ok guys I know what you are...'

[remythologise]

Mithras, lord of light. Please, help me. Father of our fathers. Help me lead my men well. Do not let me dishonour my legion. Please, help me regain my family's honour.

[gardens-light]

Fu*k It

Don't know about you guys. But sometimes watching my old favorites brings back childhood/teen-hood crushes. Donatello and Leonardo. Currently writing up ideas for Mickey. When Ceasy introduced you as his younger sister. Never in all of Raphael's imagination would he ever believed you were this stunning...

And ever since, you easily became apart of their strange world. The first couple of months were fine, the brothers got used to you being around in their underground home. Whenever you stopped by from time to time.

Raphael couldn't pin point how or when it started, but his mind begun to wonder. Dirty intrusive thoughts about you would swirl around in his head. At first he felt confident in keeping it under wraps.

But then came along the greatest challenge... having you sleep in his bed...

Content: Course Language. F receiving oral. Mainly smut and fluff

"Thanks for letting me stay the night, Leo. I greatly appreciate it."

The eldest turtle gave you a sweet smile, as you walked into the lair together.

"No problem. Anytime-"

"Angle Cakes!!" Michelangelo's cheering voice filled the air, as you came into view.

Leonardo shot a look at his younger brother, whom begun to bounce around upon the couch.

"Mickey, remember what we discussed about?-"

"Yeah! Yeah! I know. It's only for one night. But we never have anyone staying! Not even April!." Michelangelo's loud enthusiasm made the blue clad face palm.

A sweet giggle left your lips, finding Mickey's enjoyment, annoying his brother, amusing.

"You want us to keep an eye on your place, while we're on patrol tonight?." Donatello's warm voice caught your attention. Noticing he just left his study corner. "It's not problem. Honestly."

"Thanks Donnie. But my power has gone out that's all. Y'know my neighborhood is fairly ok, but... just don't wanna be in a dark house alone."

The geek nodded, "completely understandable, and you made the right choice. The amount of break ins within Manhattan alone is roughly 45%. 15-20% of those targets are women who lives alone.-"

"Thank you Don" Leonardo cut off his brother quickly, before his rambles made you uncomfortable. Or worse.

Raphael looked up from his dinner, while sitting up at the table. You noticed but he unusually remained quiet.

Leonardo quickly took your duffel bag out of your hands. Placing a gentle hand upon the small of your back, he kindly brought you a little further into the living space.

"Everything is sorted." Leonardo promised. "Donnie and I will keep an eye on your place as often as we can-"

"I've got movies and snacks lined up, Angle Cakes!-"

"Aaand with that, Raph has kindly offered his room, so you have a comfy night-"

"I'm sorry. What?" Raphael spat out.

That's it. Your stomach turned in an uncomfortable twist. Feeling the anger that radiated out of Raphael, made it almost too suffocating to stand close to him. Causing you to step back a little.

Leonardo's low harsh mutters towards him didn't help either.

"Since when was this discussed?" Raphael's voice hissed. Not caring whether you heard or not.

"Since now, Raphael-"

"Oh I get it! As per usual, we don't get a say! Well I say she's your guest!-"

"Our guest!" Leonardo corrected, as he lightly tossed your duffel bag onto the dining table. "And I expect you to be accommodating."

"I-It doesn't matter" your voice squeaked, while trying to ware your most convincing smile. "I've passed out on the couch once or twice. That's perfectly comfy-"

"No. You heard him, Toots" Raphael groaned. "I'll be 'accommodating'..."

Raphael snatched up your bag, and stormed into his room with thunderous steps.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. You thought...

Besides the little hiccup earlier, the night seemingly went well. Michelangelo mainly hogged your attention, switching between playing videogames, and watching Disney movies.

Donatello often checked in on you every hour or so. Just to make sure his little brother didn't forget about, the oodles of snacks that's been hoarding in the kitchen cupboards. As promised, Leonardo kept you updated on your place.

And as for Raphael?... well, you didn't see sight or sound from him for almost the whole night.

"Oooh. No more Angle Cakes. I'm beat." Michelangelo spoke between yawns.

"Just one more game." You pleaded.

"You said that three games ago..."

You watched him rub his eyes sleepily. Donatello and Leonardo turned in for the night hours ago. And from the corner of your eye, the clock read that it was almost midnight.

You sighed a little. I guess it was the inevitable... had to face the music sooner or later...

"Ok, Mickey..." you spoke with a weak smile. "Sorry I kept you up for so long. But thanks for spending so much time with me."

"Anytime Angle Cakes." His voice sweet voice begun to take hold of a sleepy tone. "It's been great having you for a sleep over. We should do this more often."

"Of course..."

The youngest brother got up onto his feet, as he stretched, a deep yawn left his lungs. You just noticed the tiredness within his eyes. And without another word, Michelangelo left and headed for his room...

After sitting alone for a few moments, you decided to clean up the couch. Getting rid of empty juice box's, and finished pizza box's. You realized that the lair was more quiet than usual. Through the still air you could hear the sounds of the late train, passing through the subway above.

The odd droplets of rain falling through the random maze of pipes. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, as you took a deep steady breath. Before finally opening your eyes, and facing the doorway to Raphael's room...

I'll just grab a blanket and sleep on the couch.

Thomp! Bang!

Raphael through his heavy weight onto the floor, with a careless attitude. Growling and huffing to himself.

He felt like an asshole. But working out in his room seemed like the only solution to stop his mind from wondering.

Fuck! You pathetic idiot! Get your act together! She's off limits! You know the 'bro code!' No dating siblings!

Raphael was so caught up in his thoughts, and cursing at himself. He didn't realize that his weight bar roll towards the door, only snapping out of his daze, when your unexpected yelp filled the room.

His wide eyed gaze watched you stumble over your feet, and trip over his weight bar. You landed on your hip, face scrunched up in pain.

"Ow! What the-"

"Toots! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize you were there!" His shaky apologetic voice was filled with worry.

As he knelt towards you, you tried to roll over onto your side that didn't hit the hard floor. Propping yourself up onto your elbows, as you gently pulled your knees to your chest.

'It's ok, Raph... I'm fine. Just... a little shaken."

Raphael could hear the hurt and lie which attempted to hide within your tone of voice. As you moved your injured foot, he noticed the flash of pain wrinkle your features, as you winced with each movement.

"You're not okay, Toots. Here, hold onto me. I'll check it out."

"No, seriously I'm ok." You falsely assured. Attempting to hide your low hiss, due to pain. "Nothing's broken. I was just- woah! Hey!"

The terrapin completely ignored your words, and carefully scooped you off the floor. Your heart pounded in your rib cage, as you leaned against his plastron. His strong arms holding you bridal style.

You tried not to look up at him. Fearing your burning cheeks would give you away. This was the closets you've been to him for months. And what was even more surprising? His whole cold shoulder attitude from earlier immediately dropped.

Although Raphael was known to be heavy handed, you were pleasantly surprised to see him handle you with such care. Even as he approached his abnormal sized bed, the red clad turtle lowered himself slowly. Placing you onto the silk sheets, as softly as he could.

Once you were on his bed, you propped yourself up, resting your back against the cold brick wall. You felt the mattress dip heavily, as his weight settled close to the edge near your feet. Without a word, he placed your injured foot upon his lap. A shaky breath left your lips, as you felt his strong hands massage your ankle.

It wasn't even five minutes before you tempted to pull your foot away. "See? Nothing broken. Nothing wrong."

But you were only greeted by his frowned expression. As he pulled your ankle back onto his lap.

"Let me massage it." His rough voice came out more as a command than a plea.

Raphael's rough, scaled hands gently soothed and caressed your injured ankle. Using his finger tips to gently rub in small, circular motions. His thumbs rubbed the sides of your foot, before placing gentle pressure against your sole and heel.

"So... ugh... how does this feel?" He questioned, breaking the silence after a few moments.

"Good... it feels good." Your voice lowly admitted. Your gaze never left his features, as Raphael simply stared down at your limb.

His ears picked up your low sighs and gasps, as his hands moved from your ankle and up towards your knee. He felt your body shift a little, your foot slowly raising and hanging over his shoulder, as he leaned forward and massaged your calf. Raphael's gazed flicked up at you, almost choking on his own breath.

Your simple booty shorts didn't only outline your hips and thighs, but also have him a good view of your inner thighs, as you had your legs spread for him. Your top showed off the curves, of your braless breasts. Allowing him to see the fullness of your bust.

Raphael felt the slight twitch of his cock, as his lust filled eyes watched your body roll and melt under his touch. Your lips parted as small whimpers and gasps escaped, as you felt his right hand caress the underside of your thigh.

Your eyes finally met the terrapin's gaze. Your body now laying fully against the mattress, arms above your head as your hands clutched onto the puffy pillows. Reading each others expression and body language, it was clear what was building around you.

"Say the word, and I'll stop."

"This feels good... too good for you to stop now."

A cheeky grin stretched across his lips, "you fell on your hip right?'

You returned his teasing smile, "yeah... it feels a bit swore. Mind working on that?"

"Of course, Sweetheart..."

His lips softly pressed against the side of your knee. Your right leg slowly slipped off his shoulder, spreading yourself wider for him. Raphael's gentle kisses and nibbles against your soft skin, moved down your inner thigh. The scent of your arousal filling his nostrils as your wetness soaked your undergarments. A satisfied growl rumbled within his chest. Heat built up in your core, as Raphael kissed the right side of your hip through the booty shorts.

His right hand softly squeezing and massaging your ass, as his free hand caressed your left thigh.

Your pussy clenched around nothing, the heat spread out throughout your body. Ambers of fiery passion fueling your desire, as your fingers intertwined with the loose red ribbons of his bandana. You could feel Raphael's nose press into your core, as his lip continued to work down and finally kiss your wet soft spot.

"Ohhh, shit." His low moan rippled though your core. As his kiss worked on your clothed clit. "Y/N... babe. You're soaked."

Your hands slid down the back of his neck, gently clutching onto the rim of his shell. Moaning his name, and ending it with a yelp, as the tear of fabric filled the air. Raphael tore away the middle of your booty short and undergarments, exposing your glistening, sensitive cunt. A bolt of energized electricity shot through your core, sending bursts of fireworks throughout your entire body. As you felt Raphael's smooth lips press into the flesh of your clit.

His tongue invaded your pussy, working along your inner walls and drinking every ounce of your arousal. Your hips bucked to his rhythm, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

Muffled moans of pleasure slipped from Raphael, and vibrated throughout your soaked core.

The tightness of his trousers around his crotch became unbearable to ignore. His cock twitched and begged to be inside your glistening cunt. Pulling away from your wetness and licking his lips, loving the taste of your sex upon his tongue. His hazel eyes met your star struck gaze.

"Say the word, and I'll stop."

You quickly sat up and cupped his face, "don't you dare stop."

His teasing smile widened, as he guided your hand to his clothed erection. A small chuckle slipped from him, as he watched your eyes widen. "So you wouldn't mind my cock inside you?-"

"Shut up and fuck me!"

[i-need-air]

After seeing your marriage hc’s I’d like to request hc’s of Hawks, Aizawa, Bakugo, and Shinsou reacting to their wife’s water breaking prematurely and at random. Mainly like everyone’s at a party and having a good time and suddenly someone’s like “Y/N, did you spill something?” Y/N:*doesn’t have a drink on her so she’s confused until she looks down and realizes what happened* OH-

💀💀💀💀 ok but all these guys' babies coming out whenever they foken want is a headcanon by itself, like we all know they'd be like their fathers coming and going whenever they feel like and that kills me akjdksjsj this ask made me laugh so hard but omg i felt the embarrassment when writing, send help I—

Hawks:

× your due date was approaching quickly and Hawks was so attentive it hurt

× you had to insist to go out with you friends because bird-brain was getting very worried/protective

× you finally came to an agreement: lowkey party at your house BUT you're not moving a finger

× like you could; Keigo would jump up and grab anything for you and for everyone else

× the good thing is that you ordered takeout and your friends brought goodies, much like Hawks himself so you just sat and talked with everyone while he looked at you with stars in his eyes

× everyone was talking about your future baby and just celebrating the new life about to come around and I swear, this man's feathers puffed proudly every single time

× you had such a great time, enjoying the laughter and good energy you were surrounded by when you got thirsty

× Keigo was in the kitchen, his feathers bringing some sweets for everyone in the living room so you got up [ struggled to ] and headed towards his direction

× Mirko was the one that pointed it out as she was assigned the duty to follow you around [ while she made fun of Keigo for being a mama hen but ok ]

× "Hey, [Y/N], did you drop something on you...?"

× you couldn't even see bc of your belly but you definitely heard a crash in the kitchen and some rushed steps

× as fast as humanly possible, your husband was by your side wide eyed

× "What happened?" he asked trying to be casual but his eyes roamed over you until they landed under your feet...

× "I didn't drop anything, I just wanted some water—"

× "You should have told me, birdie. Wait... Where did you get the water then?"

× "I didn't...?"

× everyone kinda stared confused until one of your friends started panicking because the heroes there were just confused???

× "Wait, you broke waters!"

× "oh, right" you mutter while honey colored eyes stare at you in shock

× how did you both forget about that? you talked about it some days ago, like—

× Panic! Hidden by a casual attitude

× meanwhile now you're embarrassed because what the hell, mini-bird?

× he orders his feathers to clean around but fails miserably while trying to grab clothes for your hospital stay

× your friends have to calm him down as they offered to help clean up and you're just embarrassed because c'mon, man

× i swear, this man does it in a rush anyway and asks everyone to keep calm [ 🙄 ] while he takes his little angel to the hospital

× car ride? lmfao have fun flying, this is an eMeRgEnCy [ trust me, you're always safe with him, no doubt of that ]

× you try to open your mouth but he's just reassuring you; "You're doing amazing, angel."; "Just a little longer and we're there!"; meanwhile you haven't fucking changed your wet clothes and were getting annoyed

× bursts into the hospital like he owns it

× guess who's sent back home and told to come back when the contraptions get stronger? mhm.

× you almost smack him bc he literally gave you no time to talk once you're back at home

× he's a dumb bird but he's your dumb bird 💕

× [ your friends stayed to clean up the dishes just to easen your burden so you find them there when you come back. they had a great time laughing at your husband before they left you with the promise they'll visit asap at the hospital ]

× honestly he's normally very calm and calculating but this time around the nervousness of being a father got to him, so please forgive him

Aizawa Shouta:

× the most chill of them all and that's very reassuring for someone who is pregnant

× you've promised him you'd take things easy and not force yourself to do much

× and even if you wanted to, honestly you couldn't

× but he's been such an amazing person to you, made you lunches, gave you back massages, did all the tough tasks around the house 🥺 so when he forgot his lunch at home, rare of him, you wanted to surprise him, completely forgetting the school had one of the best chef in the world;;;

× your body was screaming for some fresh air too so you decided to go towards U.A.

× it wasn't a long walk, really, since he had to be close to the school anyway

× so when you arrived at mid-day the first person to greet you was principal Nezu and trust me, he was so excited to see you after so long!

× he accompanied you to the teachers' room where they had all their desks already knowing he would be there shortly

× you greet All Might, which beamed to see you and started a small conversation

× the bell rang, indicated class finished and lunchbreak starter which made you excited to know you'll see your husband shortly

× and you knew he was approaching when a loud voice could be heard on the hallways

× the door opened, Shouta and Yamada walking in, the blond talking excitedly until it stopped

× "[Y/N], so good to see you!" He screamed

× Shouta's eyes snapped towards you in surprise and he walked to you in a faster pace than before

× he ignored everyone else as he scolded you "Didn't we agree you'd take it easy?"

× "Well, good to see you too" 😒😤

× a quick banter takes over you two as you hugged Hizashi and handled your husband his lunch

× "You should sit down" Nezu suggested and you started to feel the ache of walking, so you moved towards one of the chairs with Aizawa's help

× "Seriously, you're more stubborn than my students" he'd mutter, nudging your shoulder slightly, all through a smile

× but before you could reach the chair you felt it, the water running from between your legs;;;

× you gripped his hand harshly and Hizashi screamed

× "What tHe HeLL diD I STEP ON?!???"

× the mf was following you two suggesting to eat lunch together and?????

× ok, so everyone freezes until Nezu clears his throat;;;

× "I'll call Chiyo, you two wait right here!" he escapes, All Might somehow on his toes

× you turn your head towards Aizawa horrified about to suggest cleaning the mess up before getting ready to leave when...

× "WAIT, I STEPPED ON BABY JUICE!?"

× Recovery Girl came around but was pleased to know both of you were prepared for this moment, although she did have to wake Hizashi up, since he fainted; Shouta, being the big boy he is, cleaned the floor without making a big deal out of it

× at the end of the day all you could do was smile before realizing what's about to come; your baby will be surrounded by amazing people and it's all that mattered

Bakugou Katsuki:

× this guy prepares in secret; don't question all the baby books you find sneaked around the house like it's not your damned home too but whatever;;;

× Bakugou is very protective over you, he also takes charge of everything, which makes you feel bad bc you seriously feel like you can't do anything anymore

× it happened at the Bakugou household [ your in laws excitedly invited you over the phone but also suggested that they could drop by if you weren't in conditions to go there ]

× you put your foot down and said you would, knowing it would freak your husband out and guess what? it did

× but you really wanted to go out, you felt extremely bored and babied at home and were in need of social interactions

× "I swear I married the most stubborn dumbass ever—" he'd mutter as he drove you both there

× dinner was amazing, as always, and Mitsuki was making it even better by telling you funny stories from Katsuki's childhood, earning scoffs from him

× the normal arguments started and you were gently escorted by Masaru to the living room, both ignoring the banter happening by the dining table

× he joked around with you when you felt a kick saying he can definitely tell who the kid will take from, as if your baby wanted to participate in the argument too

× anyway you stopped mid-track saying you wanted to go to the bathroom; you really felt like going all of a sudden

× when you started heading towards there [ Katsuki chiming in asking if you need help, wtf ], you knew

× i mean, everyone knew;; your water broke, but want to know what else broke too? hell. hell broke loose

× "What are you staring at?! Go help [Y/N]!"

× "I know, old hag!" He rushed to you as Mitsuki went to grab some cleaning supplies

× you're apologizing profusely but you're brushed off instantly

× "No big deal, [Y/N], everything will be okay" Masaru, bless him, was by your side as his son went to grab the bag he has prepared in secret from the car

× you ended up going all together to the hospital as contraptions increased

× Katsuki was on your side reciting word by word what's going to happen, remembering the parenting books by memory; it was making you roll your eyes at them because yes, you knew;

× "Did you fucking tell her to push?" Mitsuki screamed

× "I—! SHUT THE TELL UP!" he screamed back then turned to you, telling you to breathe to just freeze in place

× both shut up as you glared at them;

× it seems the new Bakugou member really wanted to take part of the argument for before 💀

Hitoshi Shinsou:

× life was finally settling between you two

× his career, even if it was focused underground, was rocketing up, he was married to an amazing person and you were having a beautiful baby together? Shinsou was a happy man

× you both talked about how to deal when time comes and everything was settled, you even had a suitcase ready for the hospital stay

× he was so attentive 🥺

× anyway your friends suggested to see you before the big day comes and you agreed it had to be now because as your due day approached, you wanted to be home

× so you went to a small restaurant near your house to meet Izuku, Uraraka and Denki, as the days before you met your families and other friends

× Ochako got you an insane amount of gifts, Izuku was reading about parenthood idk why 💀 and Denki was just patting Shinsou's back congratulating him again and again

× you had a great time to say at least

× you snorted at Denki when he touched your belly and got a kick in response

× "Just like his father, ready to put you in place" Uraraka smiled, patting the blond on the back whike Shinsou grabbed your hand with a smirk

× but you froze in place as you smiled back because you felt it

× and dripping water could be heard

× did you just—?

× Shinsou caught on instantly on your discomfort and talked even before you could

× "What's wrong?" while you looked down, which his gaze followed

× Ok, this man is gonna stop functioning for a second, it is what it is

× meanwhile you're mortified because YOU'RE IN A RESTAURANT, YOU'RE REGULARS HERE AND YOU FUCKING BROKE WATERS HERE

× you got up in a rush yet he's faster

× everyone catches up and they all start to be frantic [ specially poor Denki ]

× the old lady that owns the restaurant comes by and has to be the one to calm the group while you apologize profusely

× she shushes you saying she's had four children, she understands completely

× Shinsou offers to help clean up, so do you, Izuku is startled in a corner being comforted by the brunette and Denki... he's fucking calling an ambulance—?????? Good thing your husband grabbed his phone before he started talking...

× but at the end you're both reassured everything is taken care of as long as you promise to bring the bundle of sunshine around the restaurant as soon as possible

× you're definitely not crying;;;

× anyway he just takes you home and helps you start taking note of the contraptions while getting everything ready to go

× honestly you were scared and so was he, but he stood by your side all the time whispering how amazing you're doing

× the restaurant owners greeted you like you were family afterwards so it's all water under the bridge— k I'll leave 💀

[tetsurouskuro]

Sweet Temptations

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol, swearing, violence, mentions of drugs, dom!kuroo, mafia!au haikyuu, smut, sexual tension, orgasm denial, spitting, spanking (with a belt and hand), hair pulling and other stuff i may have forgotten

word count: 9,654

tag list: @iwaqchan @myherowritings (message me if you want to be added)

a/n: forgive me father for i have sinned!! ok, so i saw THIS! picture of kuroo and all i could think about was “i need to write a mafia!au with kuroo” and here i am and oh god i hope it’s good because it sounded so good in my head and to put everything down to words is on another level!! in this story all of the characters (and you) are a bit older, around 25-ish! also, a big thank you to Sof aka @myherowritings for helping me through with this and listening to my ranting and stuff... anyways... feedback is always appreciated and i hope you guys enjoy it! <3

Synopsis: Kuroo is the grandson of Nekomata Yasufumi, from the Nekoma mafia clan. You’re the granddaughter of Ukai Ikkei, from the Karasuno mafia clan. A arranged marriage between the two of you would mean that two big mafia clans would be able to work together and get even bigger and cover more ground in Japan, but there’s only one thing stopping this from happening... Kuroo and you...

MASTERLIST!

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Scotch whiskey in his hand, two ice cubes in the glass he twirled it around with his wrist while his other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes shut tightly as he tried to listen to Kenma, his righthand man talk about the current sales going around and how the next shipping was going for the states. Kuroo had one hell of a headache, and not because of the alcohol, no. He was anxious about meeting his boss, his grandfather; Nekomata Yasufumi.

“Kuroo, are you even listening to me?” Kenma sighed at his boss and best friend.

“No.” He answered bluntly, but truthfully. Not looking at the man in front of him.

“What's the matter? We need to get the shipping out soon and there's still a lot of people who haven't paid up our dealers.”

Kuroo opened his eyes, looked at Kenma as he drowned the scotch, the whiskey burning his throat, making his abdomen warm from the liquor. Taking a deep breath, he spoke calmly to Kenma.

“Don't worry about me and send Lev to the dealers. You can always trust a Russian around these kinds of things.” Kuroo stood up from his seat behind the big mahogany desk and walked around it to stand in front of his friend, placing his left hand on Kenma's left shoulder. “Fix it. I have some matters to take care of.”

“Of course, boss.”

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Knocking on the big wooden door, he heard his grandfather speak, giving him the go to come in. Opening the door, Kuroo walked in, his legs carrying him inside with confident steps. The room was beautifully decorated. On the left wall was a built-in bookshelf. Books recorded back to the early 1700-century. To the right was a wine-red leather sofa, in front of it a rectangular coffee table. In the far corner of the room was a 1600-century Italian old-world globe bar. It stood open and two glasses were missing.

Looking in front of him, his grandfather was sitting behind a similar mahogany desk that he had in his office. Two chairs stood in front of the desk. Walking over Kuroo unbuttoned his suit jacket and took a seat in one of them, sighing in the process. Nekomata watching his only grandson, he could tell that the young man in front of him was stiff.

“Relax, son. What are you so worried about?”

“Ojii-chan,” was all Kuroo spoke. Nekomata placed a tumbler in front of him and Kuroo, each glass was half full.

“I didn't call you to talk business son. I wanted to talk to you about the Ukai's.” This made Kuroo perch up.

“Oh?”

“You know that you're marrying Ukai Ikkei's granddaughter in a couple of weeks, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It's an agreement our parents made before they died.” Both yours and Kuroo's parents had died when both of you were 5 years old, him being 7. Both Nekomata and Ukai did not want their grandchildren to be put in any foster home, so they took you in.

“Correct.” Nekomata pushed one of the half full glasses to Kuroo and both men brought them up to their lips, taking a sip. Kuroo started to think about his fiancée. Did she like whiskey or brandy? Truth to be told, he did not care. It also showed how little he knew about his soon-to-be wife. He did not know anything significant about her, other than her name and birthday. Everything else, Ukai Ikkei had kept buried. There were no pictures of you anywhere. No social media accounts or driver license. Nothing. You were like a ghost to him. If he did not know any better, he would've thought you didn't exist.

But it made sense, though. Kuroo would have done the same if he had a daughter. Family was everything. It was one thing his grandfather had drilled into his and the other members heads since they were children.

“There has been some change of plans. She's on her way here now.”

“What?”

“You heard. Ukai and I talked and come to the agreement that she should come here now and the two of you should get to know each other.” Kuroo didn't want to get married. He didn't want to marry you. He wanted to have the freedom of not being tied down to one woman.

But he also wanted to honor his family. Mostly his grandfather. Nekomata Yasufumi had done everything he could for Kuroo. At the age of 5, he had learned the truth about what his family was doing. At the age of six, he had learned how to fire of a gun, being skilled already at that young age. But most importantly, he had learned that blood is thicker than water. Family was everything. Absolute.

“You need to stop fucking that whore you bring around so much,” this made Kuroo smirk. Natasha, the whore Nekomata was talking about was the girl Kuroo had by his bed to pleasure him. She wasn't good looking, or smart for that matter, but that wasn't why Kuroo kept her. She had a good throat and a nice cunt.

“I'll get rid of her. I know what our agreement says.”

“Infidelity. Keep that snake in your pants.” Kuroo laughed at his grandfather.

“If I have to throw a paper bag over her while I fuck her, then I'll do it, Ojii-chan.”

“End it, now.” Kuroo stands up and throws back the rest of his whiskey.

“I will. When is she here?”

“They're already on the road, so approximately three hours. Don't be late.”

“I won't.” Kuroo stands up and is just about to leave when Nekomata hands him a big file.

“Read it. Yamamoto broke through their firewall and got a hold of their records.” Kuroo smirks at his grandfather and exits the room. The day couldn't get any better now.

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“Yuu, what are you doing?”

“Huh? Oh! I'm playing a game.”

“Now? You're supposed to read the map!”

“Well, last time I checked it was still 5 miles left until the next exit!”

“Guys. Please I'm trying to read back here...”

“Sorry boss!”

Sighing at the two men in the front seat, you skimmed through the files that your grandfather had handed you (he and his goddamn files). There it was all the information about your future husband and the rest of his family.

“I can't believe Nekoma almost tripled their profits in less than a year,” you spoke loudly. Not really expecting one of the two men in the front seat to answer.

“They've also somehow gotten their drugs into Nohebi territories. Mexico, Russia, and the damn States. They have networks going through most of East Asia, those city boys.” Tanaka states and you laugh at his nickname for the Nekoma.

“Soon it'll be yours too, boss,” Nishinoya turns around in his seat to look at you and gives you reassuring smile.

“That's if he accepts the last-minute change in the contract,” you answer him back.

“You mean, where you demand to be kept informed and in agreement with his future decisions involving the business?” Tanaka laughs. “It'll be interesting to see his reaction.”

“It will be indeed. I allowed them to hack into our records also earlier today.” The men laugh at that. Not because it's funny, no. They laugh because Nekoma thought they had you now. Or so they thought.

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“I'm telling you boss, they won't dare step another foot in our territory again,” Lev spoke as he took a sip of his can of soda.

“Good. Anything else? I need to get going soon. Kenma you're in charge while I'm gone.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Lev asked while Kenma just nodded as he read through some information Yamamoto had sent him earlier on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“Family business. If the Nohebi try anything else, you know what to do. No need to hold back.” Kuroo spoke with an even voice as he pulled on his suit jacket.

“By the way, boss. Are you friend with the Fukurodani boss?” Yaku spoke from his spot on the leather sofa.

“Yeah. Grew up with him. Why?” Kuroo quirked an eyebrow at the short savage.

“There's a file he sent us.”

“I'll read through it later,” Kuroo said and walked towards the door and said goodbye to the group that had formed in the basement of the hidden base. He walked to the underground garage and unlocked his jet-black Audi R8, taking a seat and speeding to the exit. Once he had turned and driven for 5 minutes, there was an incoming call, he simply connecter it to the car Bluetooth.

“Ojii-chan, I'm on my way.”

“Hurry. They're already here.”

“I figured. I'm 15 minutes away.” Hanging up, Kuroo let out a big sigh. He was not looking forward to this meeting. He wasn't looking forward to meeting you. He didn't want a wife. Yet, he wanted to know what you looked like. He was a little intrigued. He was about to spend the rest of his life with you.

Pulling up to the private road that led to the Nekoma mansion he parked the car next to a big SUV and got out. Walking towards the stairway that led him inside, he opened the door and walked in, announcing his arrival. He could hear chatter and he followed the sound of the voices, leading him into the dining room. Walking in he is met with his grandfather, a tall muscular man with a buzzcut, a short but also muscular man. The shortest had black hair, ruffled upwards. A tiny tuft of his hair falls over his forehead and is bleached dirty blond. Both men looked dangerous and he knew they were your bodyguards.

His eyes then travel to find yours and his breath hitches. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. From where he stood, he could tell you were perfection. From your wavy, (y/h/c) hair, flawless skin, and deep (y/e/c) eyes, to your perfect hourglass figure. The knee-length black dress hugged each and every one of your curves. But your ass – fuck. It was like your lips were demanded to be kissed, and Kuroo's cock demanded to have his way with you right then and there.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I'm Kuroo Tetsurou,” Kuroo's eyes never leaving you. As if it only were the two of you there.

“Pleasure's all mine. You're taller than I expected.” You laugh. “I'm (y/n) (y/l/n).”

“6'2 to be exact, but who's counting.”

“Tanaka. Nishinoya. Could you leave us alone so we can go over the contract?”

“Ojii-chan?”

“Gentlemen, if you would follow me,” Nekomata speaks and Kuroo watches as the men exit the dining room, watching their backs disappear. Turning his head, he sees that you are watching him. His eyes are cold, his hazel orbs looking into yours. His facial expression is narrow, you can't read this man at all. You just stand there, watch this beautiful man in front of you and wonder what type of person he is. Is he brutal as the words are said about him back in the Miyagi prefecture?

Kuroo turns around and walks to the bar and pours himself a drink. Without turning to look at you he asks, “Would you like a drink?”

“No, thank you.” You answer him back, moving your legs to the windows. Watching and taking in the scenery. Soon this would be your new home, and behind you stood your future husband. Your fiancée, who you didn't know anything about and that was scary for you. It was one thing dealing with weapons and drugs, those were materials that you could handle and knew HOW to handle. This, Kuroo Tetsurou, was different. He had a brain, heart and soul for himself.

“How much are you involved in the business?” Kuroo speaks, turning around you see that he has taken a seat by the bar. Scanning him up and down, the black three-piece Giorgio Armani suit sits tightly around his thick thighs, arms and shoulders. The white button-down shirt is tight against his chest and abdomen, and the dark red tie is completing the look, making him look edible. He is leaning back in his seat; his elbows are bracing his weight as he slowly sips his liquor and watches you as he does it. Your panties are suddenly very, very damp but you would not let him see you this effected by just his looks. Composing yourself you answer his question.

“I oversee the weapons and drugs that come in and out of all of Miyagi. I am also in charge of selling the weapons to potential businesses, but also to send out threats and deal with any problem that may occur. It's also I who holds the annual gala and fundraising events that occur here in Tokyo for my grandfather’s business.”

“Wow. Impressive. For a woman.”

“Excuse me?”

“But you don't go out and handle clients?” Kuroo ignores your little outburst and questions you further.

“Oh. I do that too, Kuroo.”

“Interesting,” his glass is empty, and he sets it down on the bar, stands up and walks over to you. Even with your 5” heels he's still towering over your small frame. “Shall we sign the papers?”

“Have you read through the contract?”

“I've read it so many times I've memorized it now. Just sign the contract.”

“I've made some changes. You should re-read it.” Walking towards the table where the paper was lying, he picked it up and scanned the two lines that had been changed.

“You're kidding,” he snickered. “You're asking to basically babysit how I run my business?”

“Ah-ah. We are not married yet. It will be ours or there's no deal, so Kuroo Tetsurou, sign the paper and rule over both the Karasuno and Nekoma or leave it and there's no deal.” Stunned. His facial expression turns to pure hatred. To think that you were a witch. He was angered, his cock was hard, and he wanted to fuck some sense into you on the dining table.

Picking up the pen, he signed his signature next to yours. Kuroo agreed because of the honor he has for his family and wanted to please his grandfather. Yes, he would have liked you to be a wife that stayed at home, who cooked and cleaned. A wife he could fuck whenever he felt like it. But the mere thought of having you with him. Killing people together and seeing a ruthless side of you made his cock twitch in excitement.

“If you for a second think I'm gonna listen to you. You're wrong. You think you got power, but so do I so all I'm gonna say is game on, Kuroo Tetsurou.”

In mere seconds Kuroo had grabbed you, pushing you against the nearest wall. One hand bracing both of your wrists above your head and his other holding you by the throat – hard enough so you would not escape, but not hard enough so he's choking you.

“First, your joke?” he spoke, panting in your face like some lion who's about to jump his prey. “Not funny.”

“Second,” slowly lifting his hand around your throat so he's holding your cheeks now. His thumb brushed over your lips. “The very moment that ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”

“And third,” he crashes his lips to yours brutally. Your body loving the sensation, but your brain screaming for you to stop him. He pulls away and continues talking. “You're gonna stop this macho behavior, sit at my side and you stay beautiful, like a lady.”

He crashes his lips against your again – sealing this deal with a kiss. Again, he pulls away and you stared at him wide-eyed. “Are you finished?”

“Not quite. I don't think I'll ever be finished with you, (y/n).” Pulling your head back and smashing it against his so he tumbles back, you gently massage your wrists at the friction, also hating the feeling of missing his body against yours.

“Touch me again and kiss me again without my permission and I'll put a bullet between your eyes when you sleep, got it?”

“Don't boss me around and throw some empty threats at me, kitten. I'll be the one who rules when we're married. You'll obey me and listen to me, got it?”

He leaves the room, slamming the door after him as he leaves. Seconds later Tanaka and Nishinoya rushes in. “What happened?”

“Nothing. I'm fine.” If Kuroo, for one second thought he had won, he was wrong. You were just getting started.

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A week later you had moved your things from Miyagi all the way to Tokyo, your new home. And of course, you'd moved in into the Nekoma mansion. You had gotten your own room, which you were thankful for.

When you arrived at the mansion after all the moving staff had fixed everything around for you, you didn't expect Kuroo to be waiting for you, in your room and asking how your trip went.

“Good. I thought you only cared about your company?” Closing the door and crossing your arms over your chest you watched as he stood straight, walking with confident towards you.

“I'm not that much of an asshole.”

“You kind of are though.”

“Watch it, or I might lock you up in the basement.” The man was in front of you now, his tall frame confident and a smirk on his face. You wanted to punch it away.

“Is that how you cats treat your woman?”

“No. It's how I treat my woman when she doesn't listen to me.” This sent shivers down your spine and left your panties damp. This ruthless behavior that he had was getting dangerous. It was making your head spin, almost like you were losing consciousness.

“What makes you think I won't be able to get out?”

“Oh, I know you'll be able to get out, kitten. I just don't think you'd appreciate the outcome of it.”

“What do you know? Maybe I like getting spanked and tortured in your chambers,” just as those words left your lips his face is in front of yours.

“Is that something you want to happen?” You looked into his hazel eyes and gulped. “Because I can make it happen kitten. Just say the word.”

“Brush that smirk off of your face before I punch you in the face,” you pull him away, but the man barely moves. Just as he's about to say something there's a knock on the door. The door opens and a tall man with light grey hair walks in.

“Excuse me boss, but they're waiting for you in the basement.”

“Thanks Lev, I'll be right there.”

“Wait, what's going on?” You watched as the man, Lev, leaves the room and closes the door behind him.

“Nothing for you to worry about, kitten. I'll see you tonight,” he leaves a sweet kiss on your cheek as he straightens up, turns around and heads to the door.

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, tonight. Dinner. You and me. 6PM. Don't be late.” He opens and exits the door, without uttering another word. Leaving you standing in the middle of your room, staring at the door and wondering what just happened. You were irritated, but also hot and bothered. How was tonight gonna end?

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Walking down the stone staircase that would lead you to the patio where Kuroo was waiting for you in high heels was a challenge, but you were no woman that takes them off. You accepted every challenge that came your way.

You decided to wear a off-shoulder floor length black dress with a side slit. Your hair pulled into a tight ponytail and some nude smokey eye makeup, making you look like the boss that you were.

When you reached the patio, Kuroo was sitting by the far end of the table and waiting. His eyes locked on the phone as he kept typing something. The sound of a chair being pulled back made him look up and lock eyes with you. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sight of you.

A young girl, probably working for Kuroo had pulled out the chair for you. You took him in as you sat yourself down. Dress shoes (probably), black pants, a black button-down shirt, the first button undone and a suit jacket. If you thought you were hot and bothered before, your panties said a completely different story now as they were drenched.

“You look beautiful, kitten.”

“Thanks. You look rather dashing yourself, Kuroo.” He smirked at you and lifted two fingers, signaling for the girl to leave you two alone. Once she leaves, Kuroo takes a sip from his glass, his eyes gazing into yours.

“So, Kuroo. Are you gonna tell me where you went earlier?”

“It's nothing for you to worry about. I handled it.”

“It doesn't matter. If we're gonna get married and rule this 'empire' together you need to meet me halfway.”

“I don't have to do a thing. I tell you what I want to tell you and if I want to tell you.” Standing up, he walks towards the other end of the table where you're sat and stops at your side, slowly lowering his head so his lips are brushing against your ear. “And one of these days, you won't be able to say no to me. I'll fuck you so hard that you want me to stop.”

Gulping, squeezing your thighs together and the way his voice and words were making your body shiver of excitement, but also wanting to punch him for thinking he had some kind of mastership of you. Taking a deep breath, you collected yourself to answer him.

“I want in on this too. If someone is messing up with my business, or my stuff I want that sucker to feel pain because no one fucks with me; not even you. So, you're gonna start treating my like your wife and business partner or I'll find that marriage agreement and rip it apart.”

“And what would happen if I don't agree with you?” His breath hits your neck as you can feel his breathing beside you. His lips come down on your neck and you close your eyes for a brief second, loving the sensation, but opening them fast as you can't let him have his way. Not yet anyway. You need to stand your ground and show him that you're just as stubborn as he is.

“If you don't agree. I'll break off this fucking arrangement and then burn you to the ground.” Turning your head to look at him, you see him smile at you. His face mere inches from yours.

“One of Nohebi's men were caught trying to steal some of my cocaine and Lev, the man you saw earlier, caught him and tied him up in the basement. I beat him to the pulp, cut off two of his fingers and then sent him to his boss, with a sweet message.”

“And I couldn't be there because?”

“Because this was my shit to handle and I had something else I wanted to do before I did that.”

“Which was?”

“Gimmie your hand,” reaching out your left hand for him, he pulls on a big fat juicy diamond engagement on your ring finger.

“Buying that. I'm not liking this with letting you in on my business, 'kay? This is all new to me, but I will slowly let you in. Not entirely, but eventually everything that's mine... will be yours. Ours.”

“Kuroo, I-”

“But listen to me carefully. Now that you have that ring it means that you are mine. All mine. You will listen to me and do as I say. When I want to fuck you, you will let me. If you do as I say, I will reward you and... I will also give you what you want. In return.”

He pulls away from you and you watch as he turns around and walks back to his seat.

“Now, (y/n). Are you hungry? 'Cause I am starving.”

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“I'm going to New York tomorrow to do some business with a friend of mine. I'll be back on Friday.”

“I can't come with you?”

“No. Not this time.”

Sighing at him you nod your head. You accept; for now. “Okay.”

You feel him push your back against the door to your room, both of your hands behind your back, him holding them in place as his lips are just inches from yours. “Good girl. Finally, you listen to me. Why you gotta be so disobedient?”

“'Cause life would be boring for you if I wasn't,” you manage to squeeze those words, just in time for his lips to crash against yours. Your head tilted back as you welcome his tongue into your mouth. Tasting both the liquor and food from him. His body comes closer and you can feel his rock-hard cock press against your lower abdomen.

“I am the only one who gets to touch you and make you come, you got that?” You just nodded your head.

Good. Now you should get some sleep. I'll see you when I get back.” And just like that, he leaves you, leaving one last kiss on your lips. Not wanting to seem totally desperate for him, you open the door to your room, walk in and close it, leaning your back against it. Feeling your own arousal, you decide to do something about it. Walking towards your bedside table, you open your drawer and pull out your purple dildo and climb onto the bed.

If you can't have Kuroo's cock now, at least you could imagine it was him fucking you instead of that dildo of yours.

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The next morning you get woken up by the birds chirping outside your bedroom window. The sun shines through the curtains and hits you in the face, making you scrunch your face in disgust; you were not a morning person.

Stretching yourself on the big king-size bed you hear some strange sound and look to your left, seeing a white-yellowish envelope. Sitting up, you reach for it and open it, pulling out a paper, a handwritten note and start reading.

Good morning kitten, the fact that you touched yourself yesterday without my permission has my blood boiling. I told you that only I am allowed to touch you and make you come.

So, for being so disobedient, I've taken all of your toys and burned them all up. No need for you to have them when you have me, right?

Be a good girl and listen to your fiancé, if you want to come just call me and I'll fix it for you.

If I find out that you've been touching yourself without my permission again, I'll punish you when I get back. I've got eyes and ears everywhere.

I'll see you on Friday, kitten.

That fucking bastard.

You scrunched the piece of paper and threw it on the ground. Throwing yourself off the bed and pulling on your nightgown you are just about to head to the nearest staff member when your phone rings, knowing full well who it was.

“What do you want?” You answer angrily.

“I take it you've read my letter?”

“Oh, I've read it and I'm just about to burn it.”

“Ouch, kitten. My first love letter for you and you're already breaking my heart,” you could hear his smirking on the line and wanted to punch his pretty face.

“If this is breaking your heart, then you're easily pleased.”

“Oh, kitten. I am no-where pleased. I'll be pleased when I got you on my bed and my cock deep inside that cunt of yours,” you shivered at his words and could feel a tingling sensation in your lower abdomen, knowing full well what he was doing to you. He was gonna be gone for 5 days, meaning he had 5 days to tease you and if he continued like this then these 5 days were gonna be hell, especially if you could not touch yourself.

“You'll have to wait a long while for that to happen, Tetsurou.”

“The way you say my name kitten, next time you'll be screaming it,” a little laugh escapes his lips. “I need to go, just arrived at the jet. Don't miss me too much, when I get back, I'll have my way with you.”

He hangs up and you throw yourself on the bed. If you thought you could deny him much longer, you were dead wrong. You wanted him yesterday. You wanted him today; you wanted him now.

A knock on the door woke you up from your Kuroo thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked one of your closest friends.

“Oh my god Daichi,” you jumped out of bed and into his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Is that how you greet everyone? Just kidding. The old man sent me here to keep an eye on you.”

“Keep an eye on me? Why?”

“To make sure that the wedding happens. We all know how you've treated your other boyfriends.”

“I'm not gonna kill this one, okay?”

“I believe it when I see it,” Daichi laughs and you pout at him. “How's he? Kuroo?”

“Ugh, he's a sexist. A possessive and dominant bastard that looks down on woman.”

“But? I feel like a but is coming.”

“BUT... he's a sexy motherfucker that is teasing me and giving me all of these sexual desires that I haven't felt before and I've never wanted to fuck and kill someone as fast and hard as with him.”

“Seems like you've got it under control then?”

“Yeah. He's on his way to New York and will be back on Friday.”

“And when he gets back? What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing. Or maybe. No, I don't know. These emotions and feelings that are erupting from me is something new. I want him, all the love and hate. But I'm also scared because opening up to someone is dangerous in our business.”

“Oh, I know darling, but he's in this business as well and he's worse than you. I've met Kuroo before with the old man and when he loved and cares for something, he puts all of his heart into it. So, if something were to happen to you, he'd be sure to put a bullet on that bastard.”

“He thinks I'm his property, like I'm not a human being.”

“(y/n), we're the mafia and we protect our own and soon you'll be each other’s. He's gonna be your husband soon. Accept it.”

“What am I gonna do then? When he gets back?”

“You'll have to wait and see.”

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It had gone two days since you last saw and spoke to Kuroo. You thought of him all the time. You even started to wear a elastic band around your wrist and snapped it every time you thought of him, but you had started to turn red because you were basically snapping your wrist all the time so you gave that up pretty quickly.

Now, you stood in front of your ensuite, brushing your hair and getting ready for bed. It was 1 am in Tokyo. 12 pm in New York. You didn't want to call him. Calling him meant that you thought about him, which you did but, it was different.

The sound of your phone vibrating against the marble counter made you jump as your thoughts had wandered to him once again.

“Hello?”

“Kitten. Why aren't you sleeping?”

“I was just getting ready for bed, but a very disturbing person called me, and I wanted to see what he wanted.”

“Sounds like an interesting man to me.”

“I'm sure he does... what do you want?”

“There should be a package coming for you about... now.” A knock on your bedroom door could be heard and you walked out of the ensuite and opened the door. There on the ground was a white package with a black ribbon around it.

“What's this?”

“Open it.”

“I will. But what is it?”

“Open it. You'll see, kitten.” Rolling your eyes, you closed the door behind you and placed Kuroo on speaker and threw the phone on your bed, the white package beside him. Pulling on the black string, the ribbon came undone and you lifted the lid and gasped.

“Kuroo... this is...”

“Put them on.”

“What? No!”

“Do. It.”

“Kuroo...”

“(y/n)... do as I say.”

You sighed and finally gave in. You pulled your panties down your legs and then put on the new ones. Kuroo had someone deliver a pair of vibrating panties. “Now what?”

“Now. Lay down on the bed. Put me on speaker and then place the phone beside.” You climbed onto the bed and did as he said.

“Done.”

“Good. Now kitten, tell me about your day.”

“My day? I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Dai- OH GOD!” Suddenly the panties started to vibrate.

“Hm? What was that?” The vibrating stopped and you gasped. That little fucker.

“I said. I went with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Daichi to the mall and bought some-fuck, Jesus, shit... s-some dresses.” The vibrating started again. The sensation hitting your clit perfectly, making your hips buck at the feeling. But also, wishing it was his fingers instead of some material rubbing against your sensitive bud.

“Some dresses huh? What kind of dresses?”

“Pretty ones.” You answered bluntly. You didn't want to talk. You just wanted to feel. And come.

“Kitten...” Kuroo's voice sounded dark and the vibrations stopped once again. You instantly missed the feeling. “Behave.”

“They're all different. Long, mid-thigh, short and so on. You'll see them when you get back.”

“Oh, will I?” Kuroo started the vibrations again, but this time he had increased the speed, making you moan out.

“Fuck.”

“Does it feel good, kitten. Do you want more?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered him with a moan. Your hands fisting the duvet cover, eyes closed, mouth open and your head thrown back. Your back slightly bent and your knees pulled up. You weren't near close but as for having been horny for at least a week now, you just wanted to come. The release you got on the night before he decided to burn all your sex toys hadn't satisfied you enough.

“What do you want, kitten? Tell me.”

“Fuck, I want you. I want your cock.”

“Oh? Really?”

“Yes, really. You dumb fuck. Oh god, Kuroo.” He increased the speed once more and now you felt how your lower abdomen was tightening. “So close.”

“Good kitten. Now you've made me a very happy man. You wanna come?”

“Fuck, yes. Let me fucking come already.” The pressure started to keep getting stronger and stronger.

“I don't think so, kitten.” He turns it off. The pressure in your lower abdomen slowly started to fade but you still wanted to come. You didn't give a fuck anymore.

“What the fuck, Kuroo?”

“I'm the one who decides when and how you come. Don't forget that.”

“I'm not taking orders from you. Stupid sexist of a man. If you're not gonna finish it for me, I'll do it myself.”

“(y/n). Don't. You. Dare.”

“Or what? Are you gonna punish me? When? You're not here. I'll finish myself off without you.” Grabbing your phone, you clicked him. Putting an end to the call.

He had the audacity to boss you around, to think he could decide for you. No. You weren't going to listen to him. You pulled off the panties he gave you and stomped to the bathroom and threw them in the trash-can.

Stomping back to the bed, you pulled away the duvet cover and climbed into bed. Looking at your phone you saw a text message from him, and a picture.

Opening the message, you bit your lower lip, seeing what he sent you.

On the picture was Kuroo. He was stood in front of a mirror in just his briefs. Grabbing his cock through the briefs, seeing as it was hard underneath the material. Just from the picture you could tell that he was big, and that made your mouth water.

Underneath the picture was his message.

I'm so hard for you kitten.

I'M WET FOR YOU. You wanted to reply but didn't. You were still pissed off and you wouldn't let him get away easily. You had a plan how to get back at him. Alas, he was gonna kill you for it.

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It was finally Friday. You had put on one of the new dressed that you'd bought. It was a short golden cocktail dress with a bare back. Your hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. A pair of high heels and a makeup look that suited the outfit made you look fuckable.

You had asked Kiyoko and Hitoka to go clubbing with you, which they didn't say no to.

Also, you knew Kuroo would be home late and when he would find out you were out clubbing and other men being able to see you looking like that, he was going to murder either you, the men, or both.

Besides having the two girls with you, you also had Daichi and Tanaka at your side as bodyguards. One thing your grandfather always told you was to always bring them with you whenever you could. Walking up to the club, the bouncers didn't ask for your name, they just moved aside and let you and your company inside. You could feel the ground shaking from the loud music that was blasting from the speakers. It was crowded, as expected for a Friday night. "Be careful boss," Tanaka spoke to you and you smiled at him.

"I will. I'll kill anyone who tries to lay a hand on me." "We know. But be careful," Daichi spoke next. "(Y/n)? Let's go dance," Kiyoko said and interrupted the conversation between the three of you, grabbed yours and Hitoka's hand and pulled the both of you into the dancefloor. The three of you stood in the middle of the dancefloor and moved your bodies to the music. After about 20 minutes it was time for some drinking. Hitoka went to look for an empty table while Kiyoko went to fetch some drinks. Just as you were about to join Hitoka you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around you see a tall man, well-built and quite good looking. But he wasn't Kuroo. "Hi, I promised myself that if you were ever to be alone, I'd come and say hello cause you might be one of the prettiest woman I've ever laid eyes on." "Thank you, that's very... sweet. Of. You." Your voice trailed off as behind the man you could see a face you hadn't seen in a while and that face was staring at yours. Kuroo stood by the exit door, both arms by his side and both of his fists clammed together tight. He was angry. He was fuming. He was seeing red. And, to make matters ever worse. You grabbed the stranger by his neck, pulled him down so you could say into his ear "let's dance". Grabbing the strangers hand you pull him farther into the dancefloor, farther away from Kuroo and on queue the song "Love Sex Magic" by Ciara and Justin Timberlake starts playing and you decide to start dancing sexually with the man. Your ass is rubbing teasingly at the stranger’s crotch as his hands are placed on your hips. But they leave you soon and you know why, because soon the stranger is being pulled away from you and you're being dragged across the dancefloor and to the exit. The cold air hits your body as Kuroo is still dragging you until you reach his car. He opens the passenger seats door. "Get in." "I think not. I'm here with my friends and I wanna party, so thanks but no thanks." "(Y/n). Get. In. The. Fucking. Car. NOW!" You decide to listen because; a) he's really pissed and b) your plan had worked out wonderfully. Taking a seat, you buckle up as Kuroo slams the door shut and walks around to sit in the driver’s seat. Kuroo quickly starts the car and speeds away. He drives in silence. The both of you are keeping your mouths shut and it's for the better. "Kuroo, I-" "Shut up. Keep quiet. Don't fucking talk to me right now," he interrupts you. His knuckles turning white from the hard grip he's having on the steering wheel.

You sat quiet in your seat, looking out as you passed the city. The city lights shining on the road. But it was when Kuroo drove into a underground garage that had you stiff in your seat. Where was he taking you? He parked the car and got out quickly. He walked around to your side and opened the car door for you. "Out." You placed both of your feet on the ground and got up, doing it seductively, almost flashing your panties to him. Once you were stable enough on the ground, he grabbed you hand, hard, and pulled you away with him. He was walking fast, a little too fast for your liking. "Kuroo, slow down I can't walk that fast in these heels." "Oh, I'm sorry," you feel yourself being pushed against the cement wall of the garage, his hand around your throat. "Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to dress up as a whore and go acting like one in one of my clubs." Even though you should be scared, you're not. You're wet by this action of his. The grip around your throat isn't hard, just firm. Like he's holding you in place. You're breathing heavily, your chest moving up and down. Your hard nipples are pressing against the fabric of your dress. "Your club?" Are the words that escape your lips. "Yes. My club. Do you know the frustration I got when I land and get a phone call from my staff there telling me that my fiancée just walked in wearing nothing but a garment around her," his free hand travel from inside your thighs to your core where you want him to touch you. "Would've you have liked anyone else touching you here, is that it?" His fingers teasing you outside of your panties. "Did you want that man touching you, is that it kitten? Or were you thinking that his hands were mine?" Now his fingers flick slightly at your sensitive bud outside of your panties. "N-No," you moan out. "No?" He withdraws from you and starts walking towards the entrance of the building, his hand in yours. You reach a small elevator, inside there's a keypad, he presses some numbers and the doors starts closing. There's tension in the air that could be cut with a knife. You release his hand and cross your arms over your chest and keep looking at him, taking him in. The suit he's wearing looks so good on him. Your eyes travel down to his crotch. You can see the outline of his hard cock.

"Are you just gonna stand there and watch?" The elevator starts to move up, the numbers getting higher in the small screen both above the doors and on the keypads. You still haven't answered him. You still keep looking at his crotch seductively. Kuroo starts moving towards you. You stand still and watch his feet get closer until they're in front of you. "Do you wanna touch it?" You slowly move your head upwards and look into his eyes. They're very intense and hard. Dark even. If looks could kill... Placing your hands on his hips you move them upwards to his chest, feeling his warm and hard muscles underneath, still not breaking eye contact. You slowly back away, being free from him for a second before he pulls you towards him; chest against chest. "Kitten... when your entire life is based on taking everything by force, it's hard to react in a different way. Especially if someone is taking away a pleasure you really desire..." His breath hits you in the face. "Don't provoke me." "Or what?" He presses you hard against the elevator mirror. Both of your hands above your head, his hand holding them in place while his other hand is grabbing your ass cheek. His tongue is invading yours and you welcome it, letting his tongue dance with yours. Tasting whiskey and mint from him. Suddenly the elevator car stops and the pulls away and sets you free, but only to grab your hand and pull you inside an apartment and slam you onto the wall beside the elevator. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to feel your legs for days." "K-Kuroo," you moan out as he starts kissing your throat. "When I fuck you, I want you to call me by my name." His words send shivers down your spine, making your nipples perk harder than before. Kuroo's hands grabs the hem of your dress and rips it apart and throws it behind him, the golden garment landing on the floor. "Kuroo, what the actual fuck?" "I'll buy you a new one," his lips travel to your naked breasts and he starts sucking on your right nipple, making you moan out and throw your head back against the wall. Suddenly he has you in the air and you wrap your legs around his waist, his arms holding you in place and his mouth back on yours as he walks you towards the living room and then into a kitchen. One of his arms lets you go and he throws something, or some things off the kitchen island, the sound of glass breaking on the floor. "I'll have someone clean that up later," he places you on the island and pushes your chest down so you're lying with your back against it. His arms grab your hips and pulls them towards him, your ass being on the edge of the island. "Now... What should we do with you?" He asks with a smirk on his face, his gaze being planted on your pelvis and going down. His fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing you. Suddenly there's a a sharp dig in your hips and the sound of your panties being torn apart. "You won't be needing them anyway," his lips starts kissing around your areola. "Stop teasing me and just fuck me already," you moan out. Grabbing a hold of his messy hair in your hands. "You don't deserve being fucked just yet," he answers and grabs your thighs and starts kissing down your abdomen and to your core.

His tongue flick at your sensitive bud, making you jump from the friction; both good and bad. Usually, you didn't let men go down on you, you saw it as a type of weakness. A weakness you didn't want and liked showing. But now, here you were spread out naked on a kitchen island while Kuroo sucked on your clit making you shiver, moan and pull on his hair and wanting more. More than you've ever wanted before in your life. Losing control, a control you wanted back but also didn't. "F-Fuck. Kuroo. I- Stop. Shit," you sounded like a confused mess. A mess that Kuroo loved, but he wanted you messier. "Stop? Why? Because you can't control your own body? Oh, kitten... you lost control over your body the minute you became mine." Kuroo's tongue licks up and down your slit, spreading your juices all over. Tasting every bit of you. He then pulls back, and his thumb start to do slow circular motions on your clit. "What do you want, kitten?" "More. I want more." "More of what?" "More of you." "And who am I, kitten? Tell me," his thumb presses a little harder on your clit. Your back arching as the sudden pressure developing in your lower abdomen. "Fuuuuck. I-. Dammit Kuroo." "Not the answer I'm looking for," he stops paying attention to your clit. He stops paying attention to you at all. He just looks at you, waiting for his answer. "Do you always get what you want?" "Isn't it obvious that I do? Now answer my question. Who am I?" "Well. You're a lot of things. An asshole. A sadist. A sexist. A killer. A murderer. A drug lord. A possessive fucked up douche of a man." He then stands up straight and pulls off his suit jacket and throws it on the ground nearby. Then, his fingers start slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, your eyes gazing at his fingers as they move down and suddenly, he's half naked as he discards his shirt as well. "Get off the island. Turn around and bend over. Spread your legs. NOW!" You take your time getting down, doing it so seductively as you can. His eyes watch your tits jump when you land on the floor and then quickly travel to your ass when you're bent over. "And now what? You gonna spank me?" You let out a small laugh but silence yourself when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove it from his belt loops. "Spanking to put it mildly. Now, how many times have you disobeyed me?" "Disobeyed? Who do you think-" the harsh pain of his belt hitting your ass cheek has you both stiff and wanting more. "That's one. I think you at least deserve 5 more, kitten." His belt hits you again. And again. And again, until he's hit you 6 times in total. Your ass cheeks red from the friction of the belt hitting you. Your pussy leaking put juices from being so wet from the action. "Hands behind your back," he commands, and you obey, putting your hands behind your back. Kuroo takes the belt and tightens them around your wrists. Once he's done, he takes a step back to admire you from a distance, taking you in. Completely naked, only in those high heels that he wants you to wear while he fucks you. To stab into his lower back while his cock sinks into your folds. "Fucking perfect," he states and gets behind you again and pushes one finger inside your cunt. Your walls clamping around his finger. Wanting more. Needing more. "Fuck. Kuroo. Please." 

”Please what kitten?”

“Please, fuck me. Just fuck me already.” He adds yet another finger inside your cunt and starts pumping them in and out of you.

“Say my name, kitten. Say it.”

“Kuroo.” A slap on your ass cheek and you let out a loud moan from both his fingers giving you pleasure but also from the slap from his hand.

“Say. My. Name.”

“Fuck. Tetsurou. Fuck me Tetsu-Oh my god!” Another slap and his fingers disappear only to be replaced by his cock filling you up all the way.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I can feel you pulsing around me (y/n).” You try pulling your arms but are stopped by the belt holding them together.

“Kur- Tetsurou. Release me. Fuck you’re huge.”

“No and thank you.” He starts slowly thrusting in and out of you. The head of his cock hitting your g-spot softly, building up a pressure inside of you.

“T-Tetsurou. Shit, your cock. Oh.”

“I love it when you say my name. Say it again.”

“Tetsurou.” You moan out. One of his hands grab your ponytail and the other is placed on the middle of your back, pushing you down on the island. His grip on your ponytail tightens and he pulls on it, your head being pulled up slightly. He then starts to quicken his thrusts.

“Fuck kitten, just like that.” Kuroo’s gaze is locked on where the two of you are connected. Seeing his cock disappearing inside of you, going in and out. His cock being covered in your juices. A squelching sound being made from the friction.

“Tetsu. I’m close. Fuck I’m so close.”

“Yes (y/n). Come for me. Come all over my cock.” This does it for you. After almost a whole week of him teasing you, all the moments of sexual tension and him neglecting to make you come this is one of the biggest orgasms you’ve ever had.

“TETSUROU!” You scream. Your mouth wide open, eyes closed and tears falling from your eyes. The pleasure consumes you and you feel your legs wobble and just as you’re about to fall his arms are being wrapped around you, holding you up. Your breathing is heavy and trying to control it, as you move a little you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I’m not finished with you yet, kitten.” You gulp and release a moan as he removes himself from you. His hands go to unbuckle the belt and once you are free you rub your wrists together and slowly turn around to watch the devil in front of you. He is naked and your eyes falls on his hard member between his legs. Your tongue peeks out from your mouth and wets your lips, licking them seductively.

“C’mere,” he speaks, and you obey, walking so you are stood in front of him. Your heels clicking against the hardwood floor. His slightly bends down and picks you up, your legs wrapping themselves around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your lips connect and he walks the both of you towards his bedroom. He places you on his bed and you lie down.

“You’re fucking beautiful (y/n),” he compliments you and you slightly blush. How could this man’s words affect you this much?

His hands grab your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs in the air. He bends down and his head is between your legs. He spreads them wide open and starts devouring your opening. Your hands go and grab a hold of his black hair and watch as his mouth is covering your most private part, his eyes watching you.

“Tetsurou. Please give me your cock. I need more.” At first you think he doesn’t hear you over your moans but soon he pulls back and to your surprise he looks at your cunt and spits on it.

“You taste fucking delicious,” he doesn’t give it a second chance as he pushed himself inside of you again. You throw your head back against his bed and moan out loudly. He pulls your legs together and press them against his chest, hugging them as he thrusts hard in you, like some wild animal. The pressure in your lower abdomen coming back like a tsunami.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Tetsu, I’m close again. I’m coming. I’m- I- FUCK,” and you come around his cock for a second time in just mere seconds.

“Fuck (y/n). I’m there.”

“Come inside of me.”

“(Y/N)!!” Kuroo releases his load inside of you. Milking his seed inside of you. His head thrown back, a vein of each side of his neck popping out. His mouth is slightly open as he lets out a couple of grunts from his orgasm.

After a minute or two, after the both of you have collected yourself his eyes search for your as he looks at you. Releasing your legs, he throws himself on top of you, one arm going to your lower back and lifting you up so your head is on a pillow. His head lands beside yours. The only sound in the room being the heavy breathing from the two of you. His breath is hitting you in the neck, making you shiver.

“Are you cold?”

“Oh- Um- No. Not really. Are you?”

“Me? I’m fucking sweaty and hot as hell.” You let out a laugh and can’t help but smile. His cock that is still inside of you twitch and you stop laughing.

“Your laugh is beautiful. Don’t stop.”

“Hm, well I stopped because someone twitched inside of me.”

“Oh, really?” He pulls his head up, his hazel eyes watching your (y/e/c) ones. His hips starts to move slightly.

“Mhm, Tetsu.”

“You want more?”

“Mhm, yes.” He places his forearms on each side of your head, his face being inches from yours. His lips crash against yours, him pushing his tongue inside of your mouth and you happily open and let him consume you again. If sex with Kuroo was like this, you never wanted him to stop and he didn’t.

The two of you fucked like two horny teenagers until the sun rose the next morning. After coming for what felt like the 20th time the both of you were both breathless and tired from all the fucking.

“Tetsurou. I want this to work between the two of us so please include me in everything you do, and I mean everything. I don’t want to kill you because this sex got me hooked now.”

Letting out a sigh he watched the ceiling and answers with a simple I’ll try. And that’s enough for you. He pulls you towards him, your back to his front.

“Let’s sleep. You need to recharge the energy you lost.”

“Why? Are we going somewhere?”

“No. But when we wake up, I’m gonna have my way with you again.” You gulp but smile. Closing your eyes and letting sleep consume you.

[bloodmoon24]

Brynth:

Branch was walking down the market place, trying to find a perfect 5 month anniversary gift for his boyfriend, Synth. He looked around to see what kind of gift Synth would love. And he sees a lot of options to choose from. Like a glittery sea shell necklace that can glow in the dark. Or a new pair of headphones that can glow in the dark. Or a special locket that can glow in the dark. Pretty much anything what Techno Trolls would love that can glow in the dark. And there are so many ideas to choose from, that he can’t pick just one. He wants to find something that says, “Synth, I love you so much with all my heart, that I can never let you go”. He can’t decide what to get him and it’s causing him a lot of stress. So he went to Poppy’s pod to see if she has any ideas…

Poppy: Aww! It’s you and Synth’s five month anniversary?! Congratulations to both of you!

Branch: Yeah, yeah, we know. But…I’m having trouble finding him a present for him and I need some help

Poppy: Oh. Well, not to worry. Me and Holly are the best at giving gifts to everyone. Well help you

Branch: I thought Holly gives out bigger and more impressive gifts?

Poppy: The point is that her and I will help you! Come on! *grabs his hand and they went to Country Corral*

When they’re at Country Corral, Poppy explained to Holly what Branch needed help with

Holly: AWWW!!! It’s you and Synth’s five month anniversary?! *hugs Branch so tightly* I’m so happy for you guys!!

Branch: *groaning* Thanks, Holly. Now can you please let go, so I can breathe again? Because Country Corral is suddenly getting darker

Holly: Oh. *lets him go* Sorry, sugar

Branch: *panted* Thank you. Now, can you help me think of the perfect gift for Synth? I wanted to be extra special for him and I can’t mess this up

Holly: Well, of course, Branch. And I promise you that this gift will knock the colors right off his skin

Branch: Not literally, right?

Holly: Right! Now, *takes out a clipboard and pen out of her hair* what kind of things does Synth loves or loves to do?

Branch: Well…

*flashback*

Branch: Raving…

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Synth: HA HA!! *whooping*

Techno Trolls: *whooping*

Branch: Whirlpool surfing…

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Synth: *surfing* HA HA HA!!! YAY-YA!!

Branch: Treaditation…

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Synth: *floating peacefully* Mmmm~ ☺️

Branch: Sea urchin acupuncture…

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Synth: *when a needle is on his forehead* Ahhh~ ☺️ Just leaning into it

Branch: Loving me~…

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Branch and Synth: *kissing each other* Mmmmmm~ 🥰🥰

*end of flashback*

Branch: I think that’s just it. Mostly things he does. *groans* I don’t think either of those flashbacks are going to help

Holly: Mostly that last one

Branch: 😑

Holly: Sorry. But…Maybe we can use some of them to come up with the perfect gifts for your boyfriend

Branch: Gifts? Plural?

Holly: You’ll see. Come on!

A few moments later on picking the perfect gifts for Synth, Branch then dressed himself up all fancy like when they go to Dante’s dining area for their anniversary dinner. He placed the two presents in his hair and went inside to see Synth sitting patiently waiting for him

Synth: *sees Branch* Yo, Dubstep! Over here

Branch: *smiles and walked over and takes a seat* Hey, Synth. Nice tuxedo

Synth: *chuckles* Back at ya. Bonus on how well down you did your hair

Branch: Why, thank you. I’ve been trying my hardest to get this right *pushed his hair back but accidentally dropped a smaller gift*

Synth: *noticed* Hey, Dubstep? I think something fell out of your hair

Branch: Huh? *looked down and panics when he sees what kind of gift it was* 😨?! Uhh…*quickly grabs it and put it back in his hair* That was…nothing. But I do have a gift for you, but I don’t know when to do it

Synth: How about when we get our appetizer?

Branch: Sounds good

Branch and Synth waited for a moment when they ordered their appetizers. So while they wait, they just had some nice conversation

Synth: *chuckles* Wait. You have a son named, Gary?

Branch: Yeah. He’s a remote controller that helps me with my security system in my underground bunker. I always make sure he’s ok

Synth: Aww, Dubstep. That’s so cute. You’re such a good dad to your romote control son

Branch: Heh. Thanks *thinking* And I really want to have a child with you someday so we can both be fathers

Then their appetizers came in. They ordered fancy baguette slices and some dip along with their drinks. And once they’re able to find what to get, they ordered their meal. Branch ordered a fruit salad and Synth ordered some California roll sushi

Synth: *takes a sip of his drink* Mmm, this night is so perfect

Branch: *smiles* Well, *hold his hand* its extra perfect with you here

Synth: Aww, Dubstep ☺️

Branch: *kissed his hand* Happy five month anniversary, Synth

Synth: Happy five month anniversary, Dubstep. Oh, that reminds me. *takes out a teal colored present out of his hair and gave it to Branch* I got you something

Branch: *opens it up* Aww, Synth. *takes out a framed picture of them on their first date* This is a photograph of our first date. I love it

Synth: You’re welcome

Branch: And, I didn’t forget about giving you a gift *takes out a dark purple colored present and gave it to Synth* Here

Synth: *opens it up and gasped with amazement* Dubstep…*takes out a pair of neon headphones* Neon headphones? These things are amazing

Branch: Like you, you both glow and are the most special things I’ve ever laid eyes on

Synth: Aww 🥰. Thank you, Dubstep

Branch: You’re welcome

Then their food came in when they put away their gifts, and they thanked their waiter, and started eating. Then after they’re done eating, Branch toke out the small box that fell out of his hair earlier without Synth looking. Inside was a pixelated heart wedding ring. He smiles and closed it up again and looked at Synth

Branch: *exhale* Hey, Synth? There’s something I want to say to you

Synth: Oh, yeah?

Branch: Well, we’ve been together for over five months, right?

Synth: Uhh…Yeah. That is the point of our five month anniversary

Branch: *chuckles* Yeah. Uh…Well, I just wanted to ask you something, that might give you a shock and might give our relationship a bit of a boost

Synth: Oh? Ok, what you want to ask me about?

Branch: *exhale* Ok *gets up and walk over to Synth and went down on one knee*

Synth: 😳?! Uhh…D-Dubstep? W-What are you…?

Branch: Synth, I love you very much and I want you to be happy. As well as being me being with you. So…*takes out the box with the wedding ring from his hair*

Everyone in the restaurant then noticed what’s happening and they all start to murmur in surprise

Branch: …*open the box and reveal the wedding ring* Synth, will you marry me?

Synth: *gasped* Dubstep *starts to tear up*

Branch: *starts to feel concerned about this* 😥

Synth: *sniffs* Yes! 🤩

Branch smiles and puts the ring on his finger. Then he stood up and they both kissed each other. Everyone else starts to cheer for their engagement which made them blush that they’re still in public. They don’t care, they just kiss each other again as they wrap their arms around each other. They both then looked at each other as they put their foreheads together

Synth: I love you, Dubstep

Branch: I love you, too, Synth

The End

[torialeysha]

Cold feet - Part 16

Bakers redemption

A/N: I’m on a roll guys! Your love, patience and support for this story fuels my fire for writing, a fire I thought I had lost and for that I am eternally grateful. Thank you all <3

Songs: Carry me home - Jorja Smith ft Maverick Sabre

Can’t buy happiness - Tash Sultana

Fortunately the awkwardness of the journey home was lost on you as all you could do was think about Alfie. You questioned the sincerity of his visit and wondered why it had taken him so long to realise you had lied about the ridiculous possibility of him not being the father of your unborn baby? He had asked you for forgiveness. A shot at redemption. Could you give it to him? Could you allow him another chance when he had already let you down not once but twice? Were you foolish enough to give him the opportunity to do it again? Would he do it again? He said that he had seen the error of his ways and that he really did want the baby. Did he mean it? Could you believe him even if he did? He said he could prove it to you and you were curious to see how. Silently you pondered, driving yourself insane with question after question that regrettably you didn’t have the answers to.

After a tedious battle with the London traffic the car finally pulled up outside the opulent townhouse Charles was renting. The atmosphere still frosty and tense as you crossed it’s threshold. You were in the process of removing your coat when one of the butlers collared Charles.

“There’s a Mr Changretta waiting for you in the lounge, sir.” He announced casually as he took your coat. Your hair immediately stood on end.

“Ok. I’ll be right there. Meanwhile, could you please fetch Ms Y/L/N something to eat.” Charles hands his coat to the butler then turns to you. “I won’t be long. Feel free to start without me.” He told you coldly. But you were no longer worried about food and more concerned about the fact that Luca Changretta was in the next room.

Fraught, you staggered to the dining room and began to pace, anxiously wondering what the occupants next door were discussing. You manoeuvred towards the wall that separated the lounge from the dining room and placed your ear against it, hoping that the divide was thin enough to be able to hear their conversation. Their muffled voices vibrated through the wall. You edged closer to the crack of the locked double doors that connected the two rooms and the voices got slightly clearer.

“...And you really trust this broad? You’re sure she isn’t the problem?” It was Luca’s voice.

“Of course I trust her! I wouldn’t have involved her if I didn’t.”

“How much does she know?”

“Hardly anything. She asked me some questions about the club. Why I bought it for her and why I insisted I put it in her name and not mine, but her curiosity is only natural, Luca.”

Your stomach rolled realising they were talking about you.

“What did you tell her?”

“I fed her some bullshit about wanting to give her the world.”

“Nice. So she doesn’t know anything about the money coming in from New York?”

“No, I take care of the books and I keep them locked in my safe.”

“Good.”

There was a brief silence before Luca spoke again.

“Tell me, Cuz, what are your feelings for this broad? You still intend on marrying her when this is all over?”

Cuz? Why would Luca call Charles that?

“Yes. I love her.”

Charles’ confession made you feel sick.

There’s another long pause before Luca speaks again.

“Then you have my blessing. But I’m warning ya, I don’t know if my dear Aunt will be as accepting. You know how she only wants the best for her son.”

Cousin? Aunt? Son? You felt the colour drain from your face as realisation dawned on you.

“Y/N is best for me. Now can we please stop discussing my personal life and get back to business.”

“Of course. I hear what you’re saying about the Jew but we need him alive for now. I think he’ll be able to help us deal with Thomas Shelby.”

“Solomon’s is tight with Shelby. There’s no way he’d sell him out.”

“Oh, he will.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m going to make him an offer he can’t refuse... Don’t look so worried, Chuck, all will be revealed soon. You just carry on doing what you’re doing and remember that we’re doing this per la famiglia. Luca’s foreign tongue made you shudder. “Once Solomon’s, Shelby and Sabini are dealt with. London will be ours for the taking.”

You pulled away from the door just as Charles was asking about Sabini. You had heard enough.

It was worse than you or Tommy had anticipated. Charles and Luca wasn’t just business relations, they were blood relations. His money was their money. Your time and efforts had been in vain. Any hope of sabotaging their connection was gone. Replaced with an overwhelming sense of alarming trepidation. You had to leave. There was no way you could stay now knowing what you know.

The main door of the dining room swung open, startling you.

“I’m terribly sorry miss. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The flustered housemaid apologised as she shuffled in with your supper.

“Please don’t apologise.” You told her shakily.

“You’re white as a sheet! I must’ve given you a proper fright. Poor thing. Sit ya self down and I’ll fetch you something to drink.”

“No, no. I’m fine. It’s just-I’ve received word today that my friend isn’t well and it’s come as quite a shock. I would like to check on her to see if she’s feeling better. Could you let Mr Fenton know that I’m going to visit her and I won’t be back until later.”

“Of course, Miss, but what about your tea?” She signals to the silver tray she’s carrying.

“I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I’ll eat it when I return.”

“Ok, Miss. I’ll put it by for later.” She took off with the tray of food and without a second thought you made for the door without even stopping for your coat or purse.

In a daze you wandered down the street, feeling hopelessly lost in a city that had been your home for 20 odd years. You headed north, knowing that regardless of your current uncertainty towards Alfie you would have to warn him and get word to Tommy. Without your purse you had no money to jump on a bus or the underground. Your only option was to trudge the busy late afternoon streets to your destination. It would take roughly an hour to get from Central to Camden, probably the same amount of time it would take Charles to suspect something was amiss. It was a distressing thought that caused you to pick up pace. To make up time you decided to take a shortcut that lead you along the river and down the canals. It was a risky move as the muddy banks of the canals were refuge to some unsavoury characters - mainly drunkards - desperate men that would find easy prey on a young woman trekking the waterways on her own.

The sun was slowly sinking into twilight by the time you had reached Camden lock. Despite your exhaustion you were relieved to have made it in one piece but you shouldn’t have spoke too soon. In the distance you could see a group of what looked like 3 men huddled together along the path which you needed to pass to get across to the bakery. Your blistered feet slowed but it was too late, they had already spotted you. You quickly tried to think of an alternative route. The only other way was to swim across but jumping in and braving the grim green water that was frothing with rubbish and other questionable substances wasn’t tempting to say the least. There was nothing you could do now except carry on walking with your chin held high as if their shady presence didn’t intimidate you. You argued with yourself as you approached that maybe you had jumped to a brash assumption and that they were in fact a harmless trio who would just let you pass without a second glance. As you got closer they rose from their makeshift perches and swayed towards you. It was then you knew that your brash assumption had been correct.

“Evening treacle.” One slurred. “What brings you down ‘ere then?” He smiled, revealing a row of yellow teeth that were gradually rotting a browny black. You ignored him and tried to pass but he obstructed you.

“Let me pass!” You ordered him.

“Now then, that’s not nice. You could at least ask nicely. Say please.” He slurred.

“Please let me pass.” You said through gritted teeth.

The other two came to stand beside him. Panicking, you tried hard to conceal the trembling of your body.

“Beg.” He tells you through a snarl.

“I love it when they beg.” One of the other men chimed in, earning a chortle from his soapy comrades.

You laugh as if joining in with their sadistic merriment. Then quick as a whippet you tried to barge through their burly blockade, effectively knocking one of the men into the drink. The middle one grabbed you. You turned as he did so, kneeing him between the legs. He dropped to the floor and you made to escape but was grabbed again by the last remaining man. His filthy hand covered your mouth, cutting you off mid scream. You thrashed in his arms. Your eyes widening as the man on the floor rose slowly.

“We’ve got a feisty one ‘ere, Del.”

“Let’s see how feisty she is once I’ve finished with ‘er.” The man you knocked to the floor was now fully upright, stalking towards you.

You closed your eyes, helplessly awaiting your fate.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off ‘er!”

Your eyes shot open at the unmistakable voice coming from behind you.

The man turned suddenly with you still in his arms. Your eyes landed on Alfie and Ollie and you wanted to cry out in relief.

“Mr Solomon’s - I was only helping the poor Lass. She was lost, ya see.” He muttered a sheepish reply. His arms loosening around you. You pushed away from him stricken and lurched into Alfie’s arms.

“Are you ok, Yahalom?” He asked, pushing away the hair from your face and checking you over for any sign of injury.

You noded, clinging to him.

“Run!” One of the men shouted and they both fled in opposite directions. The one who had hold of you tried to leg-it past Alfie who with a flick of his cane tripped him before he could get any further. Alfie pushed you to Ollie, and pounced on top of the fallen man. Savagely he landed a shocking set of bone crunching blows upon the sputtering and sobbing man on the floor.

You started to shake uncontrollably. Your chest heaving to draw in breaths.

“Alfie, stop now. You’re scaring ‘er!” Ollie yelled at Alfie who stopped immediately.

“Get ‘er out of ‘ere!” He shouted.

You felt Ollie tug on your arm.

“No-I c-can’t go-I need t-to talk to A-alfie.” You chattered numbly.

“It’s ok, Y/N. Let’s wait for him inside and you can talk to him then, yeah?” Ollie asked you soothingly. You stopped resisting, allowing him to guide you over the bridge of the canal and inside the huge double door entrance of the bakery. He set you down on a crate.

“Are you ok?” Ollie asked. Kneeling in front of you.

You shook your head from side to side, unable to speak through the loud chattering of your teeth.

“We were just leaving. You’re lucky we spotted you, ya know.”

You didn’t answer him. Instead you reached out and gave his hand a grateful squeeze.

Alfie exploded through the doors, making you and Ollie jump. His blood splattered face was a fit of pure rage.

“How many fucking times have I told you not to walk the canals on your own? If me and him would have left ‘ere half hour ago like we were supposed to, what would have happened then, ay?” His eyes flickered as he tortured himself pointlessly with the sickening possibilities.

“Alright, Alfie. Calm down, ay? We left at the right time and luckily Y/N weren’t hurt-“ Ollie started calmly before Alfie interrupted him.

“- You sure they didn’t hurt you?” Alfie asked.

“I’m sure.”

“The fuck was you thinking, Pet?” His stern voice was slightly softer now.

“I-I wasn’t-“

“-Where’s your coat?” He asked suddenly. “Them cunts take it?”

“No, I left it behind-there was n-no time- I had t-to get out of there fast-I left my coat behind along with my p-purse-I’ve had to walk from Central-thats why I t-took the sh-shortcut.” You stuttered senselessly, barely pausing to take a breath. Alfie took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. You pulled it tightly around yourself. His musky scent clung to the heavy wool material that was still warm with the heat of his body. You inhaled deeply, feeling instantly calmer. “I couldn’t stay there, Alfie. I had to leave, I had to get out of there!”

“Calm down, Yahalom, and tell me exactly what’s happened?” He ordered, his eyes wild.

“It’s Charles. He and Lu-ca Changretta are related. They’re cousins. I-I overheard them talking. They said something about money coming in from New York and taking over London. They’re going to take down everyone in their way - you, Tommy, even Sabini. Everything Tommy said is true and there’s nothing I can do about it. We have to warn Thomas.”

Alfie exchanged a look with Ollie.

“Did he know you were listening in on his conversation?” Ollie asked.

“No. But he’ll know I’m missing by now and maybe he’ll put two and two together. I told the housemaid to tell him I was visiting an ill friend but I’m not sure he’ll believe that.”

“Right then. Well, first things first.” Alfie put his arms around your shoulders and lifted you gently from where you rested. “I need to get you out of here.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to stay here and help sort this.” You told him wilfully.

“You’ve done all you can, pet. Let me and Tommy deal with this now.”

“So all of this was for nothing? Me staying with Charles, weeks of misery and sneaking around. That was all for nothing?”

“This isn’t your fight, Y/N. It never was your fight.” Alfie sighed.

“They’re planning on killing you, Alfie - the father of my unborn baby. Tell me how that isn’t my fight?” You sobbed angrily.

He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you lightly.

“Look at me.” He said firmly. Your wide eyes rose to his. “I can handle it, right. What I can’t handle is the worry of anything happening to you. Which is why I’m getting you out of ‘ere, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. I’m taking you and that unborn baby of mine to safety. You ‘ear me? That’s our priority now, yeah?”

“...Yeah.” You whispered, knowing he was right.

“Come on.”

You held on to him as you walked, your weary feet stinging with every faltered step you took.

“You need me to carry you?” He asked.

You shook your head weakly.

The sun had now almost set but the brightness outside was still blinding as you emerged from the darkness of the distillery.

“Get in the car.” Alfie ordered.

You did as he said, sliding into the front passenger seat and trying to avoid looking across the canal where your attacker still lay, a lifeless crumpled, mess on the floor. You blocked it out and focused on Alfie through the windscreen instead. He was leant into Ollie, telling him something. Ollie gave him a contrite nod and handed him what looked like a set of keys. With a pat on the back, Alfie left him to climb in to the drivers seat. He started the engine.

“Isn’t Ollie coming with us?”

“Na. He’s got to sort a few things out for me.” He replied, shoving the shift stick into gear and pulling off. You watched him intently. An unsolicited heat crept over you as he manoeuvred the machine with a confident ease that you couldn’t help but find alluring.

“Where are we going?” You asked croakily.

“Let me worry about that, right. You look exhausted. Rest your head and I’ll wake you when we get there.”

Too weak to argue you did just that. Leaning your head against the window which was slick with condensation. The soft purr of the cars engine lulled you rapidly into a deep and dreamless sleep.

You were roused from your confined slumber by Alfie as he lifted you from the passenger seat into his arms. Your neck throbbed where you had laid awkwardly propped up against the window for God knows how long. You let the aching heaviness of your head rest against Alfies chest as he carried you. A whooshing noise echoed familiarly in the blustery background, intertwined with what sounded like crunching gravel beneath Alfie’s feet as he walked. Curiously your sluggish eyes peered at your surroundings. You could just about make out the silhouette of a building and an unusual looking tree against the dark blue of the night sky.

Exhausted, your head fell back onto Alfie’s chest and you buried your face in the crook of his neck to shield it from the tenacious chill of the night air. He came to a stop holding you tightly with one arm as the other searched his trouser pocket. A jingling of keys and the sound of the lock turning, then you were finally inside and out of the cold.

The smell of fresh paint and varnish filled your nostrils as he carried you over the foreign residence. After kicking the door closed with his foot, you felt him ascend a set of stairs in the darkness, effortlessly, as if he was already well acquainted with the steps. A door creaked open and then shortly after you were being lowered. You unfolded from him as he placed you on the soft cushioning of a mattress. Your head sunk into the fluffy pillows, your arms stretching across the width of the spacious bed. Your eyes opened when you realised Alfie wasn’t joining you.

“Don’t leave me.” You begged.

“Sssh.” He soothed softly. His heavy hand brushing back your hair from your face. “You’re safe now, Yahalom.”

Your eyes closed, his reassuring tone and tender touch settling you back to sleep.

You awoke with a start. Looking around the huge room that was now highlighted by an orange hue emanating from the fire that crackled and danced in the fireplace adjacent to the bed. The ceaseless whooshing you heard earlier broke in from a set of french doors to your left and you raised from the bed to investigate. Pulling back the floor length curtains that decorated them, you were shocked to see the mosaicked balcony and the beach landscape that it overlooked. At a glance it appeared that Alfie had stolen you away from the perilous situation in London and brought you to Margate - your safe haven. But what was this place? It wasn’t a B&B or a hotel because you remembered that Alfie had entered with a key - you assumed the same key Ollie had handed him before you left. You glanced around the room once more, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings causing you great unease. And it was quiet, too quiet. Where was Alfie?

You poked your nose out of the bedroom door and peeked down the length of the darkened hallway. A sliver of warm light shone from a partially open door of one of the rooms and cautiously you ambled towards it. You lingered outside, your nerves settling when you heard Alfie’s hushed tone beyond the wood.

“Did you get hold of the rabbi?”

There was a long pause before Alfie spoke again.

“I don’t care what fucking time it is just keep trying. I want him up ‘ere by the end of the week, before the fight... Yeah? Well make-fucking-sure.” You heard a crashing bang which you guessed was the receiver of the telephone being put down on whoever Alfie was talking to.

“Are you gonna stand out there all fucking night or you gonna come in?” He shouted out to you, causing you to smile.

You entered slowly, stalling in the doorway.

Alfie was sat at a desk, a much neater, more fancier desk than the one he usually occupied at the bakery.

“You alright?” He asked, watching you intently as you came to sit in front of him.

You nodded absentmindedly, too busy taking in the plush interior of the room.

“Did you speak to Tommy?” You asked eagerly, your eyes finally meeting his. He waited a moment before answering you.

“Na, I ain’t been able to get hold of him. I’ll try again in the morning...You sure you’re alright?”

“Where are we?” You queried, ignoring his question.

“Margate.”

“No, I mean here.” You pointed to where you were sat. “Whose house is this?”

“This is our house.” He said casually.

You look at him stunned. Your mouth agape.

“Our house?”

He nodded simply.

“W-when? How?” You stuttered, dumbfounded.

“I bought it a while back, after I saw you again at the Eden. It was in a bit of a two an’ eight when I bought it. Taken me an’ the boys a little while to do up.”

“I’m confused.” You shook your head. “You’ve bought a house in Margate? But we’re so far away from London, from your businesses. What about the bakery?”

“I’m retiring, Yahalom. I’ve sold up all the properties I own and I’ve handed the bakery down to Ollie. This was my plan all along. The only way I knew I could keep you safe.”

It took you a moment to process everything and still you were stunned speechless.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“I thought this was what you wanted?” He cites.

“It was-“

Alfie narrowed his eyes at your use of past tense.

“-I mean is.” You corrected swiftly before carrying on “It’s just come as a bit of a shock is all.”

“Hmm.” He let out a suspicious grunt. “It’s not the best timing after the day you’ve had, I get that. But that was out of my control wern’it?”

You nodded solemnly. Still trying to wrap your head around everything.

“I thought you’d be happy, Yahalom?”

“I am.” You frowned.

“At least show it then. Crack a smile or summin. You’ve got a face like a slapped arse at the minute.” You heard a frustrated annoyance creep into the grimmess of his voice.

“I don’t know how I feel about it, if I’m being honest. The last few months have been a whirlwind for me. I haven’t slept properly in days, weeks even. Weary to the bone. Wracked with guilt and worry. I honestly don’t know wether I’m coming or going. And now you’re telling me that you’re selling up. Leaving behind everything you’ve worked so hard to build and for what?”

“For us!” He barked. “For us to be together without the worry of someone hurting you to hurt me. And yeah, I’ve worked hard, I’ve earn’t my money, however, it’s time for me to rest now and enjoy the fruits of my labour.”

“I’m not sure, Alf...” You hummed uneasily.

“What’s there to be unsure of?”

“I still ain’t sure this is what you really want!” You snapped frustratedly. “A quiet life by the sea, a child you never wanted...I just can’t see it.” You admitted sadly.

He exhaled harshly, rising from his desk and stepping round to extend a hand to you.

“Come with me. I wanna show you something.”

Reluctantly you took his offered hand and let him guide you back out into the hallway and along to a room that was situated next to the one you had been resting in earlier.

He opened the door and moved aside for you to enter.

The waxing moon shon brightly through the bare windows, lighting up the room with it’s spectacular lunar glow. You stepped through noticing immediately the cot that lay new and empty against the far wall, next to it was a matching chest of drawers and a rocking horse that looked like it had been plucked from a fairground carousel.

Your eyes shot to Alfie whose bear like frame was leant in the doorway studying your reaction.

“When did you do this?”

“A couple of days ago. The room needs a lick of paint but I thought you might wanna choose the colour.” He came to join you in the centre of the room.

“So you did all this before you come to see me? Before you were even certain that the baby yours?...Why?”

He was silent for a moment, deep in thought.

He shrugged. “I s’pose deep down I knew you were lying and that the baby was mine... or maybe I didn’t fucking care, I dunno... doing this...it just felt right.”

“But you said-“

“-I know what I said but saying don’t mean fuck all does it. Actions speak louder than words.” He motions to the room. “And this speaks fucking volumes, dunnit. I mean if this doesn’t prove to you that this is what I really want then I don’t know what will.”

Reassurance drifted over you as you looked once again around the unfinished nursery.

“Say something.” He requested quietly.

Wordlessly you rushed to him and threw your arms around his broad shoulders.

“You like it then? You’re happy?” He confirmed uncertainly.

“I do. I am. It’s...wonderful! Thank you!” You choked a reply, your voice struggling past the forming lump in your throat.

He pulled you closer, his shoulders relaxing as if a weight had been lifted off them.

“You want me to show you round the rest of the house?” He whispered gruffly into your hair.

“Not tonight. Show me tomorrow in the daylight so I can properly take in the beauty of it all.”

“Alright. Well, what shall we do now then?” You were sure you heard a seductive undertone in his question and took full advantage.

“Take me to our bed.”

“You ain’t gotta ask me twice.” He said. His eyes lighting up at your words.

You squealed when he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the next room.

“Cor blimey. You’ve got heavier already.” He huffs.

“Oh give over, I ain’t even showing properly yet. You’re just getting weaker with age, old man.” You teased him.

“Oi! I’ll have you know that there’s nothing wrong with my stamina and I will gladly prove that to you in a minute.” He threatened hotly. Sending your pulse racing. “There’s just one more thing I’ve got to do first.”

He set you down carefully on your own two feet.

“Can’t it wait?” You whined as he stepped away from you and headed towards the door.

“It won’t take me a minute.” He assured you.

You stood in the middle of the once unfamiliar room that you now knew was yours and Alfies. Sighing happily, you glided to the french doors and tried the handle. They opened willingly under your touch. The chill of the night air was refreshing as you stepped out on to the balcony. Leaning on the stone balaustrade, you observed the unrelenting waves that stretched the distance, relishing in the peacefulness of their crashing melody. Nothing could ruin this moment, not even the ugliness of the Changretta situation. All that mattered right now was your future with Alfie, a future that this morning never even existed.

“Yahalom?” Alfie called, having returned.

You spun to look at him. He marched skittishly towards you, his hands behind his back, as he joined you on the balcony.

“I know I’ve asked you this before but as you so poignantly pointed out to me the other day, it’s a proposal that has since expired. So, I’m gonna ask you again... Y/N Y/L/N will you marry me?” He asked gruffly, his eyes so intense you thought they could set you on fire. You gasped unexpectedly. Although it was the second time he had asked you, it was the first time you had heard him say those words aloud.

“Oh, Alfie. Of course I’ll marry you.”

“Thank fuck for that. Here then.” He produced a ring that was hidden in his clenched fist behind his back. Grabbing your hand he slipped it on your finger. You stared down at it in awe. A ruby once again burned brightly on your finger but it wasn’t the one you were used to. You frowned down at the foreignness of the rings delicate beauty and the circle of winking diamonds that surrounded the red gem like a halo.

“I searched high and low for the other one in the bakery but couldn’t find it. So I bought you another one. D’you like it?”

“It’s beautiful... I was just expecting to see the old one.” You replied, your heart sinking at the thought of your first engagement ring being lost forever. It was only supposed to be a temporary ring, taken from Alfie’s pinky finger until he had gotten you a proper one. There wasn’t much to it just a thick gold band with a faceted ruby so red it was hypnotising. Back then you had persuaded Alfie not to buy a replacement, that you wanted to keep his one as every time you looked at it it reminded you of him. Now, thanks to yourself you’ll never see it again.

“That’s old hat now that one though, innit? a token of who we used to be. We’ve been through a lot of shit, right, shit I wanna leave in the past. I want us to have a fresh start, a clean slate, and this house and this ring is where it begins.”

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[fairydust-stuff]

Enemy Yut Lung & Eiji one shot: Warning  this one is not romantic or soft plantonic friends.

“ I’ve decided i’m going to be Ash Lynx’s enemy,” Yut Lung casually states.

Eiji freezes the implications of this statement slowly seeping into his brain. What the hell was this guys problem? He said he was just like Ash if that was the case why did he want to make his life harder?

At first Eiji had viewed Ash as untouchable, a powerful shonen hero like the ones from his childhood heroically fighting against evil men who wanted to control him but after that night. Eiji had seen the look of devastation on Ash’s face as he put a bullet in Shorter Wong’s brain. Even covered in the blood of his enemies ,Ash had such a shattered look about him.

The nights that followed were full of raw howls and heaving sobs as Eiji soothed Ash Lynx back to sleep. By day his gang members cowered from his wraith since the slightest thing they did seemed to set him off.

He cann’t handle anymore he’s been brutalized for far too long and as much as Eiji wished he was like those magically girl characters who made everything all right. He couldn’t just reach inside and rewire Ash’s brain or fix his heart with gentle fingers. All the love in the world could not repair the damage Golzine had inflicted.

Yut Lung had the means to tear what was left of Ash’s heart straight from his chest and crush it under his heel. Which is why Eiji said what he did next.

“ If your Ash’s enemy then i’ll be yours!” Eiji proclaimed defiantly.

Yut Lung’s usual hateful mocking expression was replaced by pure shock. Then he laughs.

“ Very well if you're my enemy” Yut Lung motions to the gun in Eiji’s hand and raises a delicate eyebrow as if to say get on with it.

Eiji raises the gun and points it at the other boy with one bullet and he can get rid of one more problem for Ash, but something about the other boy’s eyes makes him hesitate. There’s an uncomfortable familiar vibe to them that unnerves him and makes Eiji unable to pull the trigger and end things. Also killing an unarmed person, even one as vile as Yut Lung still isn’t right. It goes against everything he’s been taught.

“ Disgraceful, how can you be my greatest enemy if you cann’t even pull the trigger?” Yut Lung looks at him as if he’s a disappointing liar who cheated him.

Eiji’s plan was too escape and run directly to save Ash. he was just about to get back to that plan. When the younger boy who had looked pissed when he saw Eiji in the elevator shows up and tackles Eiji to the ground.

“ You ok?” he asks Yut Lung softly

“ I’m fine!” Yut Lung brushing the boy's concern away. “ Just get him back to his room” he snapped with irritation…

Eiji threw himself upon Yut Lung Lee who moved swiftly out of the way, he fell and smacked his head on the door.

“ Is this your way of persuading me you’ll be a good enemy or a court jester?” Yut Lung said with some amusement.

“ How did you know?” Eiji asked rubbing his head

“ I’m not the person to fall for the same trick twice” Yut Lung said …

Eiji shoves his dinner into the face of Yut Lungs servant and hurls the plate at him, the other boy dodges.

“ I’ll have another plate brought up for you, if you toss this one you can go to bed hungry” The younger boy warns with a pleasant smile…

“ How the hell did he get a lighter!” Yut Lung exclaimed furiously using expensive cloth to douse the flames to save his precious plants as the guards restrained a smirking Eiji...

“ Fine you can be my enemy, I certainly hate you enough” Yut Lung spat.

“ Great now please free me so i can save Ash” Eiji said.

“ No, though you have managed to irritate me, your technique is sloppy and unrefined. If you're going to be my enemy, you're going to become worthy of that title” Yut Lung makes a motion to his mafia goons who drag and blindfold Eiji when they take it off he sees he’s in an underground room.

“ Lets start with your breathing” Yut Lung states.

“ breathing?” Eiji demands

“ Its loud i can hear you coming, we need to change that” Yut Lung says simply “ But i need to” the mafia heir cuts him off “ I’ll keep an eye on the Ash situation” …

“ What? you have a shooting range on your estate?” Eiji exclaims looking at the fancy targets one of Yut Lung’s guys hands the boy a gun.

“ You should see the interrogation room in the basement” Yut Lung says sardonically and lines up his weapon and takes aim bam bam bam! Three straight shots in a row.

“ I cann’t tell if your fucking with me” Eiji said with a scowl.

“ Here” Yut Lung hands him a gun. Eiji frowns, forgive me Ash but i’m doing this to save you. He takes a few shots.

“ Disappointing” Yut Lung states.

“ What are you talking about i got half of them” Eiji argues.

“ Half isn’t good enough in a shoot out with me and my men” Yut Lung shot back. “ Lets talk about your shooting stance”

“ Ash showed me this!” Eiji argues.

“ What works for one person doesn’t work for everyone” Yut Lung informed him. “ Lets try some different stances and see if we can find one, That works better for you”

Eiji placed his arms and legs where Yut lung told him “ This is weaver stance its a boxer type, it might work better. You have a wider frame, Ash is more slender in build.”

It was surreal Eiji thought being taught by the one person he couldn’t stand who actually had some good advice. He found the second time he actually hit more of his targets. Yut Lung made him practice until almost nightfall...

Eiji found his days of being a captive were now loaded with lessons every day he was led blindfolded to some obscure location of the house. Where Yut Lung would instruct him on one topic or another...

“ Again” Yut Lung commands as Eiji pulls yet another acupuncture needle from his body. He was just glad they were clean; he still had awful memories of suddenly blacking out from whatever horrible substance the mafia heir put in those things.

Though he could do without Yut Lungs constant criticisms which made him want to curl in a corner and cry and took him back to his school days of struggling to balance athletics and still maintain perfect scores on every test. Eiji told himself at least the mafia heir wasn’t focused on Ash. Besides it was the same pressures he grew up with and this time he was determined not to crack…

A month later and Eiji was sitting at the dining room table apparently after no instances for a couple of weeks and Yut Lung had loosened his restrictions. Though he was still being lead to and tied to the table with one hand.

The boy who recaptured him who Eiji learned was called Sing Soo Ling was loading up and gobbling down what appeared to be multiple dishes.

“ You can at least use a napkin. I'm sure the Wong’s didn’t raise you to be a pig” Yut Lung remarks.

Sing responds by opening his mouth and giving the other boy a view of his chewed food. Yut Lung makes a soft sound of disgust as he delicately dabbles at his mouth. He turns to Eiji “ You made some slight improvements” he remarks. Coming from Yut Lung, it's almost a complement.

“ Are you seriously training this guy to be your enemy?” Sing demands incredulously

“ Honestly he wasn’t even my first choice” Yut Lung responds.

“ You ritch types are weird” the fourteen year old said.

“ i don’t go around with something called dragon fang” Yut Lung retorted.

“ Maybe if you did, you’d get taken hostage less!” Sing responded.

“ He got the jump on me. How is that my fault?” Yut Lung exclaims

Eiji watches incredulously as the two of them get into a pointless argument going back and forth there’s no heat to it really, rather a sense of comfort. Its the kind of argument he might have with his younger sister. Its just odd seeing this casual behavior from Yut Lung Lee of all people.

“ So Eiji has this guy dangled you over a snake pit yet?” Sing asks cheerfully

“ Where did you hear something so ridiculous?” Yut Lung complains

“ Servant gossip” Sing replies.

“ They’ve gotten chattier since my brothers illness” Yut Lung scowls.

“ Come on Yue don’t be so uptight” Sing coaxes

“ What’s the point of having a staff if they don’t know how to stay quiet” the mafia heir points out.

“ Their not spilling any secrets, just making up odd stories ” Sing pointed out.

“ If i hear one word of actual Lee businesses pass anyone's lips…” Yut Lung was interrupted by the entrance of a servant girl who whispered something in his ear.

“ What!” Yut Lung hurled one of the dishes at the wall.

“ Getting hysterical again!” Sing teased him.

“ Shut up!” Yut lung got up “ No one can seem to find Ash”...

Eiji sits in his room Yut Lung is too off kilter to continue his training. Sing gives him updates saying that the mafia heir spends a lot of time sending his people out, waiting by the phone and has even headed out a few times himself. It worries him that Yut Lung hasn’t actually given up on Ash. So he does push ups and pull ups every day to keep in shape. Eiji practices the stealth techniques Yut Lung showed him. He steals a pen so he can practice writing the codes on the walls he was taught to decipher and study. He has Sing bring him firearms so he can practice taking them apart and putting them back together.

Then Yut Lung visits him a few days later“ We found Ash” Eiji watches all of the tension from the past few days vanish from him with those three words. This guy was actually concerned for Ash?

“ You really are devoted to becoming my enemy” Yut Lung comments tracing codes on the walls with astonishment.

“ Ash?” Eiji asked

“ He escaped from one of Dino Golzine’s secret government funded organizations ” Yut Lung looks bothered like this is something he hadn’t known about. “ He’s been experimenting on criminals with Banana Fish” …

Its one more day then he’ll finally see Ash and the others again. “ Now before our final lesson there’s someone i want you to meet” Yut Lung leads Eiji into a room down the hall and opens the door. He gasps there’s a grown man with eyes like Shorter’s drooling on himself! He groans at Yut Lung who touches his cheek lightly.

“ Eiji may i introduce Hua Lung my older brother”

“ You used that horrible drug on him!” Eiji backs up.

Its wrong, even worse is the way Yut Lung pulls his living human puppet into an affectionate embrace, his eyes gleaming with hate.

“ Hua Lung was my former enemy” the younger boy pauses. “ Tomorrow i’ll be giving you back to Ash”

Eiji stares stunned at how his arms are still wrapped so tenderly around the one who he had so thoroughly destroyed.

“ Don’t look so surprised” Yut Lung says, misunderstanding the reason for his reaction.

“ I only wanted to deliver Ash to Golzine to force him to be my enemy” Yut Lung looked Eiji in the eyes over the shoulder of his zombie brother. “ Now you are my worst enemy, who will someday destroy me”...

“ Eiji!” Ash embraces him tightly as if he never wants to let him go. Eiji manages to persuade Ash, Yut Lung was just giving him a safe place to stay. The blond would go ballistic if he knew the truth.

Their just about to go then Yut Lung pulls him into a hug Eiji’s body goes entirely stiff he feels the softness of the other boys hands on his skin his voice in his ear like a lovers caress “ Goodbye for now, Eiji”

then the hands are gone his body feels chilled as he remembers exactly who else was embraced with such vindictive tenderness.

“ Eiji .what’s wrong?” Ash asked

“ Yes Big Brother Eiji are you cold?” Yut Lung asks innocently.

Eiji suddenly feels the full weight of the obligation he’s agreed to pressing down on him. How is he supposed to look at those oddly familiar eyes and manage to close them forever? But if he doesn't, well Eiji doesn’t want to think about it.

[buckys-other-punk]

Hurt (Jealous Part 7)

Bucky x Reader, (slight) Steve x Reader

Warnings: angst, PTSD reader (kinda...but not really), violence, weapons (knives and guns), blood, dead bodies, minor panic attack, and cuss words

Word Count: 3K (w/o lyrics)

Song inspiration: “Hurt” by Johnny Cash (this is gonna be a bit depressing)

A/N: @lostinthoughtsandfeelings​ this is my surprise for you Ash lol You’ve waiting long and patiently for this series to return and here it is!❤️ But WOW its been a while (holy shit! almost 2 years nows!?) since I wrote this series huh? Well it's back and still angsty as ever…Anyways let me know if you wanna be tagged or if I accidentally forgot to tag you lol. Like always this is unedited and has minor mistakes so please don’t mind them. Feedback is always appreciated!

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 ~Previously~

*A week later back at the Avengers Tower*

There was something off about (Y/N) and everyone notice this. She kept to herself more than usual. Tony had another mission for Bucky and Steve. The boys wanted you to tag along, to get you out of the tower and doing your usual routine. They both walked to where your room that was moved closer to the lab so Bruce can keep a close eye on you. As they drew near Bucky knocked on the door and entered. You were sitting in the corner of the room holding your most prized possessions, weapons, a gun and knife. You looked up at the two with terror. Screaming telling them something is wrong on the inside, but you were so scared so your facial expression said you were fine.

I hurt myself today

see if I still feel

I focus on the pain

The only thing that's real

The needle tears a hole

The old familiar sting

Try to kill it all away

But I remember everything

The two men stared at you as you hesitantly stood up, gathering you belongings for the mission. Avoiding both of their gazes you started packing your clothes for the mission not even know what the mission is about.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to go on this mission if you don’t want to.” Steve said with concern.

You shook your head and said with a smile, “It’s fine Steve. I think I can manage.” Both men looked at one another and shrugged. Steve exited the room while Bucky stayed behind.

“(Y/N).” he said softly looking at you. “Are you sure?” 

“I’m fine Bucky.” you said sternly at him. “Can you please leave so I can finish packing without any distractions.”

“Alright.” he sighed walking towards the door. “Tony said we leave at nightfall.” he added exiting the door. You sighed, stared at the door and started to gather your belongings.

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

*Time Skip*

“Alright, Stark suggests that we split up for this mission.” Steve says to you and Bucky as you all place your belongings in the penthouse Tony bought. “They have an underground maze that has these different rooms and chambers. Tony also wants each of us to get coordinates of the people who are associated with Hydra.” he added loading up his gun.

Bucky paused, sharpening his knife and asked, “Wait, why do we need to split up if we’re looking for the same thing?” You looked towards Steve with the same questioned look Bucky had on his face.

“Right, I asked Tony the same thing and he said that Hydra scattered the information in different computers to secure the safety of those people.” Steve answered putting his gun away and picking up his shield. He looked up at you and Bucky taking a slight note of how distant the two of you were. “Ok, um I’m going to make a quick call to Tony to see if he has any other requests for this mission.” he said exiting the living area and going into his room.

You sighed as you finished loading your gun and putting it in your thigh holster. You moved on to sharpening your knife when you heard Bucky clearing his throat. He stood standing behind the kitchen counter and moved towards you. You shifted in your seat at the dining table when he took the seat across from you. 

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back into a mission Y/N?” Bucky asked sincerely, looking at your hands expertly sharpening your knife. You looked up at him and nodded. “I’m being serious Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt.” he added looking up at your face, staring at your eyes. That's when he noticed something was different about you, just from the look in your eyes.

“James, I’m fine. Stop treating me like I’m a fragile baby that doesn’t know what she's doing.” You exclaimed as you finished sharpening your knife and standing from your seated position. “I’ve trained hard for missions like these. So stop worrying.” you added putting your knife in your holster wrapped around your waist and turning to walk to your room.

Bucky stared at you as you retreated to the area. ‘Fuck.’ he said to himself thinking about how you called him by his first name.

I wear this crown of thorns

Upon my liar's chair

Full of broken thoughts

I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time

The feelings disappear

You are someone else

I am still right here

*in underground tunnel maze*

Steve, Bucky and yourself were huddled at the entrance of the tunnel. All making sure their weapons and coms were accounted for. “Everyone knows what to do right?” Steve questions you and Bucky as he adjusts the straps of his shield. You and Bucky nodded in agreement to his question. “Alright, I’ll go to the west side of the maze, Buck to the east and Y/N north. We’ll try and meet in the middle headquarters. Good luck in there.” he said as he entered the tunnel. You took a deep breath and you retried your gun from your holster. Bucky looked over at you as he also drew his weapon.

“Stay safe..ok doll.” he says with a shaky breath as he began to enter the tunnel. You looked into the direction of the dark tunnel having a weird feeling deep within your gut. Ignoring that feeling and exhaling the breath you held for some reason you entered the dark maze.

Walking through the maze wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be. You found your third computer and began to download the file on some rich fat bastard to the flash drive that Tony gave each of you before the mission. You sighed as you finished getting the info you thought you heard something behind you, but as you turned nothing was there. Your com was silent until there was a slight static and a voice came through.

“I’ve got my third file.” Steve said with a hushed voice.

“Same here punk. Doll you ok over there?” Bucky said calmly.

“Yeah, I’m fine over here. I thought I heard something, but nothing was there.” you replied.

“Right, well keep your eyes peeled out for Hydra security members. Stark mentioned that some soldiers would be lurking around the computer rooms.” Steve whispered. 

“How many of these computers are there again?” Bucky asked through the coms.

“Tony said there were ten files so we can regroup near the middle of the maze. What are your guys’ locations?” Steve answered.

“I think I’m near the middle.” Bucky replied. “Y/N, are you at the center of the maze yet?”

“Yeah, I feel like I'm already close.” you responded as you made your way around the winding walls. Your gun skillfully pointing forward making sure nobody got in your way. 

“Wait, Buck I think I see you.” Steve announced. “Y/N, Bucky and I are together and going towards your location.”

“Alright.” you replied and paused when you began to see a shadow. A hydra soldier was guarding the main headquarters. “Guys there’s a guard, but I think I can take him.” you stated, readying your gun.

“Y/N wait until we get there. We don’t know if there are more guards around your area.” Bucky shouted through the com.

“I got this James.” you replied as you took your com out of your ear. You slowly made your way towards the guard and he noticed your shadow emerging before him. He drew his gun pointing it at you and shouted asking who you were. Ignoring him you began to fire, shooting him in the leg then his chest. The gun shot echoed and his body collapsed on the floor. You walked closer to the body, turned it to have it facing up and that’s when you froze. You couldn’t move. You froze staring at the body that laid before you and the blood began seeping out of the gun wounds. Your eyes began moving up the body to look at the guard’s face and this was the moment you finally dropped your gun in fear. The face of the guard wasn’t the man you had originally seen, no it was the face of the monster. The monster from your nightmare that Hydra had induced. It was you.

What have I become

My sweetest friend

Everyone I know goes away

In the end

And you could have it all

My empire of dirt

I will let you down

I will make you hurt

You crouched down at the level of the body, not knowing how long you stared at it, but you couldn’t keep your eyes off of it. There were two Hydra soldiers that saw your figure and slowly drew closer to where you stood. You were completely unaware of them inching towards you.

“Y/N!” Bucky yelled to get your attention, but it didn’t work. The Hydra soldiers turned towards the commotion Bucky had made and drew their weapons. Luckily Steve was with Bucky to back him up and they both fought against them. The firing of guns echoed throughout the entire maze and an alarm went off. Steve and Bucky got closer to you and protected you. “Y/N?” Bucky shook you to snap out of whatever trance you were in, but it was no use you didn’t budge.

“What’s wrong with her?” Steve asked quickly, looking over his shoulder as he fired his gun at an incoming Hydra member.

“I don’t know, but we have to protect her, Steve.” Bucky said shooting his gun at another member. Steve nodded and held his shield up covering Buck. Bucky stood behind Steve aiming his gun to incoming Hydra soldiers. You were still crouched behind the two when they defended you.

“Is that all of them?” Bucky asked Steve as he kept his gun up.

“Maybe. There could be more coming from above the maze, but we should get out of here. How is she?” remarked Steve prying a gun off a dead hydra soldier’s hands.

“Still not responding.” Bucky replied, picking you up and carrying you in bridal style. This was where you blanked out and everything turned black.

*back at penthouse*

Bucky had laid you down on the couch and decided to wash up. Steve sat by your side petting your head waiting for you to regain consciousness. He turned the tv on for background noise and went to the kitchen to get some water for when you wake up. Steve noticed you fidgeting and slowly waking up. He rushed over to your side placing the glass of water on the table at the center.

“Hey Y/N. How are you feeling?” he asked as he brushed your hair out of your face.

“I’m fine. Slight headache and my throat feels dry.” you replied rubbing your temples. Steve gave you the glass of water that he placed on the table. “Thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Steve said, looking s way for a bit. “Um..Y/N..What happened back at the maze?” he hesitantly asked.

“Honestly Steve. I don’t know how to put it. It was my nightmare.” you answered with a slight crack in your voice. You took a sip of water to somewhat soothe your nerves, but it didn’t work. Steve nodded and just when he was about to say something Buck came out of his room.

“Y/N! You’re awake.” He said as he rushed to your side gently grabbing your face to examine it. 

You pushed his hands away, “Bucky, I’m fine.”

“You didn’t seem fine back there doll.” he said looking over at Steve who agreed with him.

“Bucky, nothing bad happened. I just froze. Nothing to worry about.” you said looking down at the glass of water in your hands.

“Nothing to worry about. NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!? Y/N YOU COULD HAVE BEEN SHOT!!” he began to yell at you.

“Bucky, calm down.” Steve said, raising his hand to make his friend lower his voice, but that didn’t work.

“I CAN’T CALM DOWN STEVE! Y/N COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!” Bucky stood from his seated position and began to pace in front of the two of you. “Y/N I don’t know how many times I asked you if you were ready for a mission.”

“I said I’m fine James. I just had a small hiccup. Ok. I took down that one soldier and got no scratches.” you tried to sound calm when replying. You placed your glass of water down onto the table when you noticed your hands began to shake. Steve noticed this too and looked over at you with worried eyes.

“Bucky, I think you should calm down. Y/N is right she did take down a hydra soldier. We all got out of there safely.” Steve said, trying to calm down his friend and also you as well.

“Oh now you’re taking her side? She didn’t fucking move, Steve. There were soldiers surrounding her with their guns ready to fire. Y/N, you could have died!” Bucky snapped pointing at you. You felt your eyes begin to tear up, but you didn't want the two to see you cry. Bucky’s words felt like a knife stabbing you. You instantly thought back to a few hours ago back to the soldier you killed. Back to the body you had shot. Back to the body from your dream or nightmare. Your dead look alike. You were so lost in your thoughts you couldn’t hear Bucky and Steve arguing. You couldn’t move again. You didn’t even blink. You couldn’t even breathe. It felt like someone sucker punched you and you couldn’t catch your breath. Then something inside you snapped and you stood up from your seated position. The two men looked over at you as you began to slowly walk to your room. Steve sighed, putting his head in his hands in frustration. Bucky on the other hand stormed to the bar of the penthouse to fix himself a drink.

If I could start again

A million miles away

I would keep myself

I would find a way

*small time skip*

Steve and Bucky sat in silence on the couch. It had been a few hours since you went into your room. They saw that the TV projected a call from Tony. Steve answered the call and Tony’s face appeared.

“Capsicle. Manchurian Candidate. Where is Little Miss Heartbreaker?” Tony mentioned looking around the penthouse.

“Stark, you know Y/N doesn’t like that nickname.” Steve said sternly, staring at the screen.

“Fine, where is Rowdy Ronda? (a/n: *cough* ronda rousey if you didn’t know *cough*)” he said again with slight annoyance.

“In her room.” Bucky huffed. 

“Right..well how was the mission? You get the names?” he asked while tinkering with something.

“Yeah we did, but...um..something happened..with Y/N.” Steve murmured.

“What happened? Is she alright?” Tony exclaimed as he stopped messing with his project.

“She’s fine. It's just she-” Steve was cut off.

“She was almost killed.” Bucky interrupted.

“WHAT?!” Tony yelled. “How did that happen?” he stared at the pair on the other side of the screen.

“She just stood there staring at a body she shot down.” Bucky shot back with slight anger in his eyes.

“She might have had a panic attack, Stark. When we got back to here and she regained consciousness she said she felt like she couldn’t move like she was frozen. She told me that she was basically reliving her nightmare.” Steve added staring at the table where your glass remained untouched. Bucky looked over to his friend in shock or anger. Honestly he couldn’t tell how he was feeling.

“Well. Is she ok? She shouldn’t have gone on a mission if she isn’t up for it.” Tony asked, staring at the two.

“That's what I told her all day during the mission, but she was too stubborn to listen to me.” Bucky remarked standing from the couch and pouring himself another drink.

“We haven’t checked up on her yet. We thought that it would be a good idea to give her some air to breathe.” Steve said looking over at his friend with slight anger.

“Fine. Well check up on her now please. I need you all back here with those flash drives. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Tony ended the call. Bucky huffed as he downed his drink making his way over to your door as Steve trailed behind him. 

“Wait Buck, I think that you should apologize to Y/N.” Steve said as he grabbed Bucky’s shoulder stopping him from knocking out your closed door.

“Why should I say sorry? I was right, wasn’t I? She should have rested more before she decides to go on a mission.” Bucky countered, shoving Steve’s hand off his shoulder. Steve rubbed his hand over his face in annoyance and gave up.

“Fine. What are you gonna say to her then?” he asked with his hands on his hips.

“I..well I’m gonna...fuck.” Bucky looked to the ground thinking of what to say to you. Steve huffed and moved Bucky out of the way so he can knock on your door.

“Y/N? Hey can we talk to you?” Steve said kindly behind the closed door. There was no answer. He knocked again. Nothing. Steve looked over to Bucky who had a concerned look. 

This time Bucky knocked on the door. “Doll? Open the door please.” Nothing. He went to twist the doorknob, but it was locked and the two men looked at one another in shock. “Fuck..Y/N open the door!” this time his knocks were heavier. Still nothing. He used his metal hand to twist the doorknob so hard that it broke and he held one end in his hand and they heard the other end fall to the ground. The pair looked at each other another time, nodding and drawing their guns for precaution. 

“Y/N?” Steve said as he pushed your door slightly open. They both entered and saw the room trashed. They signaled one another to inspect the room. Looking for you. You weren’t there. “Buck. Come here.” Steve said as he grabbed a letter on top of your disheveled bed. 

“What does it say?” Bucky asked, looking at his friend.

“If you want to see her alive again, bring the drives to Hydra Headquarters.” Steve read aloud looking back at his friend.

A/N: ooof the cliffhanger seems familiar... ANYWAYS!! Hope you guys liked this part and lemme know what y’all think. Again sorry for such a long wait for this series. I have recently gotten small inspo with it, but have no clue about the ending..

[peachy-inserts]

Could you write for Aizawa's s/o opening up to him about her past? She's an underground hero like him but she used to be a criminal and she's finally opening up about how her early life lead her down a dark path but she wants to be better? She just needs some help getting there. I love the way your write the characters!!❤️❤️

That means so much anon, thank you! Your words are very reassuring

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You and Aizawa had been together now for only a short number of months, but could tell already that it was becoming a very serious relationship. You could see the difference in his eyes whenever he said your name, and the way you two discussed the future was almost if it everything had already been decided. Yes, things were going quite well for you as a couple.

But something had been bothering you lately. Shouta was quick to catch on, not wanting to press you on it, but hating to see you troubled by something. Maybe they’ll tell me, if it’s important enough, he thought. He resisted the urge to confront you and tell him what was wrong, because it was plain as day that you weren’t happy the past few days, and instead watched in silence as you went on through the day as if everything were fine.

You both went out on your separate nightly patrols, kissing each other goodbye and making your ways off to your designated posts. After his shift, he stopped by his agency, shared by several other heroes, to go over some reports. 

“Motherfucker” he groaned, not bothering to apologize to the offended looking receptionist. With a heavy sigh, Aizawa shuffled the immense stack of papers that had been delivered to his desk and flipped through them. Getting to work, he settled in, accepting that he would be here working for the majority of the night.

Meanwhile, you had only just made it to the end of your patrol, feeling satisfied in your work, even though there was nothing to do other than watch the public on this particular night. Doing hero work was the most fulfilling thing in your life; you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You loved everything about it! Although you were an underground hero, you were finally doing something good for once, something worth living for, something that you could take genuine pride in. And the best part about it? You got to live authentically - being a hero meant that you got to be yourself, because nothing was more important to your career than the identity that you created for yourself, and it was all up to you. It was the realest thing in your life, and what made you wake up ready to take on the world every morning, despite having received some troubling news recently.

Your work as a villain had been exposed, and evidence was being held against you by a suspicious e-mailer. They went as far as to send you death threats, but what could you even do about it? If you dared to ask for help or advice, then you would just be exposing yourself, and everything that you had worked so hard for all these years would be taken from you in a matter of seconds. If Shouta saw, you were sure that your relationship would be in jeopardy, because how was he supposed to ever seem you in the same way? You thought about all this on the way back to his place, having agreed earlier that you would go there after work, since you were working the night shift and it was closer than your own home. 

You fell asleep almost immediately after crossing the threshold into Aizawa’s apartment, your head hitting the pillow like a rock. At around three in the morning, you were suddenly woken up by the front door abruptly slamming shut; he was rough with everything that he did, it was his personality.

“Shouta?” you said, slipping out of his bed to make your way into the entrance, seeing him turned away from you, locking the door, and holding a small stack of papers. “I was waiting for you, did anything happen?” 

He turned around, eyes dreary and heavy with stress and exhaustion. He needed to shave exceptionally bad today, too. “No” he replied. “It was uneventful, but I went to go do some office work, and-” he cut himself off, struggling with the weight of what he needed to talk to you about.

“Is something the matter?” you frowned, shuffling your feet beneath you and slipping his heavy coat off from his shoulders, storing it in the hall closet adjacent from the kitchen entrance, which was off to your left. 

He left no answer, just darting his vision away from you and moving towards the dining room table. He laid the papers out, one over the other like a set of cards in a poker game, and sat examining them.

“Were you ever going to tell me? Is… is this some kind of elaborate joke?” he was clearly hurt, pain was written all over his face. It was the most emotional that you had ever seen the man. 

“T-tell you what?” he sputtered out, knowing damn well that the same sick person who had blackmailed you had given in and spread the evidence.

“Is this… you?” he looked down, head in his hands, and slid a photograph across the chestnut table to you. There it was; the very same picture you had seen in your inbox a few days ago. “Shouta, I-” tears immediately began to well up in your eyes. If you said anything else, they would undoubtedly begin to cascade like waves.

“I wanted to tell you so bad, I-” you sniffled, not bothering to hide the fact that you were practically sobbing. “Yes… that’s me”

Remorse. The only thing you could tell he was feeling.

“But… why?”

You hid your face away from him, feeling judged and unwelcome in his home. “I just- I never wanted to be. That’s just how it happened. I didn’t- didn’t have a good upbringing, okay? That’s why I don’t want you to meet my family. They raised me so that I felt my only escape from them was to become a delinquent, to start breaking the law. I felt like I was trapped…” you trailed off, your thoughts finally pouring out like heavy rain after building up thunderstorms in your mind.

Aizawa, oddly, wasn’t mad at you. He felt sorry, which even shocked him; typically, if you were anyone else, he would have left them on the spot and have them atone for the crimes they never paid you. But you? You were one of the most selfless, caring people he knew, and he trusted you more than anyone. Besides, you admitted right off the bat that you were the one in the photograph; so then why would you possibly be making up the rest of your story?

“Im sorry…” he wasn’t sure what to say or do, other than to close the distance between the two of you and run his hand down your back, hoping to comfort you and reassure you that he still loved you. “Tell me more. I want to know everything about you, everything that has shaped you into who you are today, and most importantly the woes you have to live with. They’re mine, now, too, so don’t bother trying to let yourself suffer alone, because it hurts me too.

You sniffled, looking up at him with red, puffy, and agitated eyes, though bright and innocent, and felt your lip quiver as you suppressed another sob.

“Well… I lived that way for a couple of years, and I hated it. I fucking hated it Shouta, I was truly miserable… I just couldn’t do it anymore. So I finally broke off from the group I was in and tried to do something good with my life, and the only way I felt like I could truly redeem myself was to become a hero, because that’s the best way there is of helping people… I just want to be a good person-” this time, you didn’t try to stop it and let out a terrible cry that shook you down to your core. It hurt.

“Just please, I’m sorry but I need this, please don’t le-” before you could plea to him not to leave you over this, he cut you off.

“Darling, I love you, I love you for who you are. You past, your present, and the future I want to have with you. Just what you’ve shown me over these past few months with your kindness and dedication have convinced me that you’re possibly the greatest person I will ever have the honor of meeting, and if that’s what made your present, then I’m glad you’re letting me know, and I’m glad to know you are in fact even stronger than I thought before”.

Aizawa pulled you close to him, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you continued to weep your tried and tired little heart out, telling him under your breath repeatedly that you loved him. 

If he wasn’t sure before that you were the one, he was now. Somehow, in some strange way, all this only made him respect you even more.

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ok so i tried to make this more ‘action-y’ than my writing usually is, with more actually happening in the story and less filler information. i really hope that you guys like it !

-mod josie

[minijenn]

Missing memories and repercussions (lost memory au)

Created by Crystal Clod 

Word Count: approx. 4570

PS: actually finished writing this on like April 4th of this year. But didn’t have the chance to submit until now! 

Disclaimer: I don’t care about your opinion on angst or ships in this, fuck off. 

 Enjoy! 

1st Floor of the underground bunker, under the mystery shack 

“I’m going to erase you right out of Ford’s head!” Dipper yelled, panic, fear and anger apparent in his voice and on his face as he gripped the memory gun in his trembling left hand, it aimed at Ford’s head. 

He had outstretched his right hand, holding the Sword of the Seasons in front of Steven, wanting to protect them both from Bill.  Before Steven or ‘Ford’ could do anything to prevent Dipper’s impulsive decision, he fired the memory gun in a bright white flash of light, hoping that Bill would be forced out. 

Unexpectedly, the light had deflected off of Ford’s glasses and began to chaotically soon through the room, before coming back, directly at Steven, Dipper eyes widened and without a second thought he dashed in front of Steven, taking the hit for him. 

Immediately, as if he had been knocked out cold, Dipper slumped to the ground, unconscious, dropping both the memory gun and the Sword of the Seasons. “DIPPER!” Steven screamed in horror, and then promptly dashed to his side without hesitation, embracing him cautiously, in order to be sure not to hurt him more. 

When ford ran to the boys, Steven instinctively put up a bubble between him and Dipper and Ford, looking up at Ford with a expression mixed between fear and anger, as he held Dipper close to him, tears already running down his face. 

But when, Ford took off his glasses and showed that he wasn’t possessed, Steven’s expression quickly softened, as a tear trailed down his cheek , then he put down the bubble. “Mr. Ford?” Steven whispered, pausing for a moment before continuing “W..what are we going to do?”.

Cutting through the dreary and quiet shack, Mabel, Connie, Grenda, Candy, and Pearl dashed into the shack’s dining room, excitedly about their accomplishment of getting the needed unicorn hair. 

Ford looked up at them from his place at the table contemplating what to do about the current situation, Mabel, Candy and Grenda focused on their enthusiasm, didn’t notice Ford’s troubled expression. But Connie and Pearl did, “Stanford what happened?” Pearl asked anxiously, “and where are Steven and Dipper? Are they okay?” Connie asked, worriedly. 

“… They’re upstairs.” Ford responded hesitantly, Pearl and Connie looked at each other in concern nodding in silent agreement, before Connie grabbed Mabel’s arm and whispered “Something happened with Steven and Dipper, Ford’s avoiding the question, Mabel. They’re upstairs, Pearl and I were going to find out what happened.” Mabel nodded and said her goodbyes to Candy and Grenda, uneasiness seeping into her voice. 

Once they reached the attic, Mabel urgently knocked on the door calling out for Steven and Dipper. “Guys? Come in…” Steven replied, his voice just barely audible. Mabel opened the door, Her, Connie and Pearl quickly rushing over to Steven, who was sitting by Dipper’s bedside. 

All three girl’s heart sank with dread as they recognized what Steven was holding, a memory tube. “What happened, Steven?” Mabel asked sternly, Steven turned to her , tears pouring down his cheeks, setting down the tube onto the desk , next to him. “it’s a long story…Dipper, Mr. Ford and I were trying to find another way to keep Bill out of our minds.. you know if you guys didn’t get the unicorn hair…” Steven silently asked if they had gotten it, Connie nodded, prompting him to continue. 

“The thing we were using was something that projected our thoughts when we wore it, so Dipper wanted to know how Mr. Ford knew about Bill, so he put the machine on him. Then.. we found out that Mr. Ford and… Bill used to work together. After that, Mr. Ford started asking for..” Steven paused, realizing that they weren’t supposed to know about the rift. 

The trio looked at him expectantly, wanting him to continue his explanation to what happened, “…The memory gun.. that Dipper had picked up to defend both of us from him. We thought that he could be possessed and wanted to hurt us. Dipper… he tried to get Bill out of control of Mr. Ford with the memory gun…” Steven paused again, his crying worsening, preventing him from talking temporarily. 

Pearl gave Steven a tissue, while Mabel and Connie hugged Steven, both of which, Steven gladly accepted. Steven smiled at the three of them weakly, “Thanks, guys.” Steven said smiling sadly. “Dipper.. tried to fire it at Mr. Ford, but it bounced off of his glasses and it.. it came towards me, but… Dipper saved me.” Steven whispered, choking back a sob. “..His memory got erased..l.” Steven trailed off, the guilt amplifying in him, as he pulled back from the hug. “Because of me…” Steven whispered, before he broke down into sobs. 

Mabel had covered her mouth, her eyes wide in shock. Connie had placed a comforting hand on Mabel’s shoulder, Pearl silently looked at Steven shocked. “Steven it’s not your fault. You didn’t try to erase his memory, what could you have done?  It was out of your control….” Connie reassured, countering the young gem’s claim of self blame. 

All Dipper saw was darkness, he looked around in confusion as to where he was. That was at least until he heard a booming voice behind him, “Oh hello pinetree! Fancy seeing you here!” he jumped and quickly turned around to find a floating yellow triangle, “Pinetree? Who are you?” Dipper asked, on edge but curious as well. 

The flamboyant triangle simply laughed, “Oh I forgot that we haven’t meet. Name’s Bill Cipher!”, he said as he struck out a hand for Dipper to shake. Dipper raised an eyebrow, “Who?” he asked. “Bill Cipher, you’re best friend!” Bill answered falsely cheerful, silently getting frustrated at his repeated questions. 

“Right. Anyways why are you here? And where are we?” Dipper asked, curiosity getting the better of him. “Well, Kid. We’re in the mindscape! I’m simply here to ask if you want to make a deal, you get to have whatever you want happen if you get me this simple object!” Bill replied, internally smirking if he could, showing Dipper a holographic image of the rift. 

Dipper thought for a moment, before realizing what he wanted and who he wanted to free from their prison. “I want you to free Lapis from Malachite!” Dipper blurted out, without really thinking “Of course, Pinetree! Let’s just meet up in the forest clearing closest to the Mystery Shack!” Bill responded, internally cackling with sick glee, his plan was working perfectly.

 Then Dipper shook Bill’s hand after a moment of hesitation, verifying their deal. “Ok, pinetree. Don’t tell anyone you’re doing this, or they’ll keep you from saving water wings!” Bill exclaimed cheerfully, making sure no one could interfere with his plans again, before disappearing, short moment before the mindscape disappeared along with him. 

Soon he would have the rift and the world would be his for the taking, then he’ll make the mk and crystal gems pay for getting in the way of his plans. A clear polar opposite to Bill was thinking, Dipper was sure that this would be a simple favor and that everything would be fine, but his soon to be dismay that showed that, simply wouldn’t be the case. 

Dipper opened his eyes slowly, groaning as he felt the aching of his head begin as he saw the evening sunlight shine through the window overhead. “Guys?” Dipper croaked, all of the other three MK immediately turned their heads to him in surprise. Steven dashed over to his bedside without a second thought, “Dipper you’re awake! Do you feel okay!?” Steven asked, concern and worry clearly present in his voice, as he put a hand on Dipper’s cheek. 

Dipper smiled at him, “I’m okay, Steven. My head just hurts a lot right now.” Dipper replied, resting his hand on top of Steven’s own. Steven smiled at him sadly, “Why are you so worried, what happened?” Dipper asked, confusion taking over his tone. “ Oh it’s just.. You really hurt your head, out on a Mystery Hunt with the four of us.” Steven smiled sheepishly, feeling immensely guilty on the inside for having to lie to him, it was simple. 

He didn’t want Dipper to freak out, he knew that wouldn’t help anything.  He thought that he would just tell him tomorrow, he had agreed on that with Mabel and Connie, All three knew that his memory wasn’t fully intact, they thought that it would be a good time for him to get his memories back after some more rest. But unbeknownst to them, Dipper’s memory was erased of Bill, he didn’t know about the horrifying events of Sock Opera, or the horrible things Bill had said to Steven the night before. 

Dipper just wanted to get this ‘favor’ over with, he thought Bill was strange but he didn’t know his ill intentions. After all, He just wanted to save lapis immensely, Sock Opera and his period of depression of her absence after the events of Jail Break. Although he knew Steven, Mabel and Connie would question his actions in the end. Right now, he didn’t give that much thought, it had been so long without her. 

Dipper thought that he could just wait until Steven and Connie left, to make it easier for him to just grab the rift and give it to Bill. But to his dismay, they had decided to spend the night over, as a sleepover. He did enjoy their company, but his deal took main priority. The next few hours felt like a blur to him, until it was time for them to fall asleep. He pretended to do so for what felt like half an hour. Once he thought everyone was asleep, he crept out of bed and walked downstairs. 

Unknown to him, Steven had yet not fallen asleep, but had become fully awake as he heard Dipper walk out of room. He originally just assumed that it was nothing to worry about, and almost fell back asleep. But he had a terrible gut feeling, he suspected something wasn’t right. So he got up and walked downstairs, making sure to be out of view from Dipper. He froze, with wide eyes when he heard the vending machine door open up, illuminating the gift shop briefly from Steven’s place in the living room. 

He quietly gasped and ducked from behind the employee’s only door, in order to stay out of site. He peaked from the crack in door and saw Dipper walk back out into the gift shop, carrying what Steven promptly recalled as the rift. His blood ran cold as he knew nothing good would come of this. He considered even just bursting out from hiding and demanding what Dipper was doing. But he soon shook his head in self conflict, if it was something Dipper didn’t want him to know what he was doing he wouldn’t tell him, he was stubborn and Steven knew this. He wished that he could prevent Dipper from doing anything dangerous. 

He waited what felt like 5 minutes after Dipper walked out the gift-shop doorway, before deciding to start following him. He quickly sprinted in the cool night air, only wearing a light coat along with his pajamas after Dipper, without much thought he bolted through the woods, narrowly avoiding fallen tree branches, after a few minutes, he saw Dipper in the middle of the clearing, around ten yards from the outskirts where Steven was, Dipper was seemingly waiting for someone to appear. 

After around a minute at most, Steven and Dipper noticed the world around them turn into black and white, pausing, with exception of themselves. But they had a juxtaposition of emotions. Dipper remained calm and focused, his expression serious with a hint of uneasiness in his eyes. He held the rift carefully with resolve but with slight uncertainty. Steven instantly realized what was occurring with a quick shiver running down his spine, ‘Oh no, he’s… he’s summoning him’ Would be Steven’s first thought. His expression painted with clearly visible fear and horror in his eyes and on his face. He refused the urge to freeze with fear, and quickly jumped down to the ground, squatting behind a bush, to hide himself so he wouldn’t be immediately noticed. 

Both Steven and Dipper tensed up when Bill appeared in his usual flamboyant demeanor. ‘Oh no, I have to stop this and quick, before it’s too late…’ Steven thought, grimly. “Hello there, Pinetree! Good to see you showed up! Did you bring what I requested?” Bill Cipher greeted, in his usual masking way. Dipper only nodded, “And you’ll free Lapis from Malachite, if I give this to you, right?” Dipper asked, hopeful that Lapis would finally be free. 

Steven felt a sudden and justified burst of fury boiling inside of him, ‘He’s using Lapis’s freedom as leverage to get Dipper to do his bidding again.’ Steven concluded, ‘I have to stop this, I have to save him, everyone!.’ Steven thought and without much consideration of self preservation. He bolted out of the bushes and ran towards the pair, “DIPPER STOP, DON’T GIVE HIM THE RIFT, HE’S JUST TRYING TO TRICK YOU!” Steven screamed, grabbing Dipper by the arm, immediately attempting to pull him away from the vicious dream demon. 

Both Dipper and Bill turned to Steven. Dipper looked at Steven with an expression of muted anger, confusion and a hint of fear. “He wants to end the world, he’s tricked you before… I know you want to save Lapis and we will, whenever we get the chance, I promise…” Steven promised, sending Dipper a desperate expression, silently pleading for Dipper to believe him. Dipper hesitated, before he heard Bill’s booming voice addressing Steven. “ROSEBUD, THIS IS BETWEEN PINETREE AND I. STAY OUT OF IT!” and he sent an energy blast directly at Steven, which he quickly blocked with his shield. 

Steven glared at Bill in silent fury but quickly realized fighting him would result with sure failure. Dipper shocked, “The deal is off.” Dipper declared, anger flooding in his voice, at Bill’s audacity to attempt to hurt Steven.  Steven tightened his grip on Dipper’s wrist, before bolting off with him, “Dipper be careful of the rift!” Steven yelled behind him, between breaths. His courage, confidence completely gone,so justified fear naturally took hold, Dipper was feeling the same way. He was pissed that he had been manipulated. Steven thoughts were comprised of ‘crap, crap, crap, he’s probably right behind us.’ Dipper’s thoughts was ‘SHIT THIS WAS A BAD IDEA’ 

As both boys raced through the cluttered forest to escape Bill.  They heard the now furious violent monster behind them, “ ROSEBUD, I’M GOING TO TAKE YOUR GEM, THEN YOU’LL KNOW REAL PAIN!.” Bill bellowed, Steven didn’t reply, him and Dipper just ran faster, adrenaline taking over both boys as they ran for their lives. They were finally so close to safety, as the disoriented pines and crystal gems had put up the protective bubble after their shock had decreased, as they dashed to the gift-shop door, Bill struck both of them with a attack, but before the pain could stop them, they ran into the wooden building, then slamming the door behind them. 

Both boys breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped the dreaded dream demon, as they drifted away from the mindscape, Dipper and Steven squeezed the other’s hands in reassurance and solidarity. They opened up their eyes, finding themselves laying down in the forest clearing, in illumination of the moon. Quickly becoming fully awake, they jumped up, Dipper being careful to pick up the rift carefully in his arms , from where it was unharmed, in the grass adjacent to him. 

“Dipper!” “Steven!” both boys called out for each other in worry and relief, they ran to each other, instantly pulling each other into a tight hug. After, quickly releasing each other from their embrace “ Are you okay?” Dipper asked, Steven smiled “I should be the one asking that to you.” Steven replied while lightly laughing. After a awkward moment of both boys staring at each other, Dipper coughed awkwardly while a blush formed on his face from embarrassment, “Uh, Steven? What should we do with the rift?”, “I can show you when we get back to the shack.” Steven replied, before his guilt took over again as they walked back to the shack together. 

“Dipper? I’m sorry for all of this, I’m sorry for lying to you about what had happened, I.. just wanted to give you a chance to take a break first…Your memory got erased because you tried to save me…” Steven confessed, tears running down his face, Dipper had a shocked look on his face, “What? My memory got erased?… What got erased? Also, Steven it’s not your fault that, this happened.” Dipper asked and countered. 

“ I don’t know for sure, what got erased, but since you didn’t remember who Bill was, that’s probably what got erased..” Steven replied, not deciding to verbally fight if this was Steven’s own fault or not anymore. “What did he do anyway, I know he’s bad but what did he do to me?” Dipper asked, concerned and curious at the same time. Steven didn’t respond, but he did start crying harder. “…he hurt you physically and mentally, he’s used how much you care about lapis and how much you want her back.. In order to manipulate you and to get what he wants…” Steven responded, hesitantly. Pain and hints of anger present in his face. 

When they walked into the shack’s gift shop, inputting the code to the vending machine and they both eventually descended into Ford’s study, “Do you remember where you found the rift?” Steven asked, Dipper who nodded, “Just in the center of his desk.” he replied, wanting to know what Bill had done to them and who he was, more than anything. Steven placed the rift there gingerly, not wanting to break it. 

Both boys quickly rushed back upstairs, to the gift shop where they rushed to Ford’s room where he had put the memory tube and the video player for it. When they saw someone they didn’t expect to find, standing in the way of the doorway. 

“Mabel!?” Dipper and Steven exclaimed and shock. “What are doing, let us through!”  Dipper demanded, “Mabel he needs to know.” Steven said, frustration clear in his tone. “He can’t know yet. Steven we talked about this!” Mabel argued, “We didn’t know what was erased. His memory was erased of Bill! Let us through! He needs to know! He made a deal with him! I started this, I need to end this!” Steven countered, blurting out loud, tears running down his face. 

Dipper put a reassuring hand on Steven’s shoulder. Steven leaned against him, Mabel’s eyes widened with shock, “He made a deal with Bill, he doesn’t remember him!?”, “No I don’t. That’s why I need to remember right now, Mabel.” Dipper replied, urgency in his voice putting an arm around the distressed Steven. Mabel nodded, moving out of the way. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t know.” Mabel said quietly, remorseful and regretful. “It’s okay, Mabel. You didn’t know..” Dipper replied. 

“Steven, are you okay?” Dipper whispered to him , pulling him into a embrace. Steven nodded trying to hide his blush, “I..I’m fine, Dipper. Just get your memories back, do you want me to come with you?” Steven inquired, Dipper nodded before pulling away from the hug. Then the pair crept into Ford’s room, Steven glanced at the time, ‘It’s nearly one in the morning’ Steven thought, biting the edge of his lip, knowing that they were going to stay up awhile later. 

After setting up the machine on the dining room table, Dipper inserted the memory tube in the memory player, before starting it. Steven rested his hand on Dipper’s shoulder, as he looked at the screen from behind Dipper. When the machine first turned on it showed the relatively tame events of Dreamscapers where they had first met Bill. As the beginning of the grisly and traumatizing events of Sock Opera started playing, Steven’s grip on Dipper reflexively tightened as if he let him go he would break, Dipper started at the screen curiosity and dread present on his features. 

Both Steven and Dipper tensed up when Dipper made that first deal with Bill and promptly got possessed. Dipper saw how Bill had manipulated him using Lapis as leverage to get what he wanted and anger boiled inside him. , Dipper glaced at Steven in worry when he saw the past young gem’s panic and fear as he barraged into the attic only to find the soon to be terrifying entity, Bipper. Both boys, especially Steven felt righteous anger as they saw Bill grisly harming of Dipper, and Bill’s manipulation of Steven to not tell anyone about what he had done, using Dipper’s life as deadly leverage.

Dipper was horrified as Bill had tricked everyone except for Steven, even the gems! Dipper thought. Tears builded up both boy’s eyes as Bill fought the trio of Connie, Mabel and Steven.  Dipper was horrified when he saw himself fall into unconsciousness when the brunt of his wounds hit him when he regained control of his body once again. When Dipper saw himself recklessly refusing much needed support after the fact, He wondered what Steven, Connie and Mabel felt during this whole ordeal. He felt guilty, seeing them trying desperately to get him to stop pushing himself far past his limits after the trauma that had just befallen all four of them. 

Dipper was furious when the events happening right after Chille Tid were shown, as he heard Steven confessing how Bill tried to get him to give his gem to the triangular demon.  Dipper and Steven froze as they both saw the events of a few hours ago, down below in Ford’s study, both boys tried to fight off the supposedly possessed Ford from taking the precious rift from them.  Steven froze with guilt, tears running down his face as Dipper jumped in front of Steven, taking the hit for him, That both boys immediately knew, erased Dipper’s memories of Bill, that Dipper was just now regaining.

Dipper was in a state of silent, frozen shock after the video cut off. Steven promptly noticed this and pulled him into a embrace. Dipper buried his head into Steven’s shoulder, returning the embrace tightly, biting his lip as he tried to hold back a sob and eventual crying. Steven stroked his fingers through Dipper’s hair, trying to calm him down. He looked up at the staircase to attic doorway and saw a concerned Connie and Mabel, who the later had a comforting hand on the former’s shoulder. “Guys? What happened, why’s Dipper crying?” Connie asked concern and worry clear in her tone, “ Dipper got his memory back… about..you know who..” Mabel whispered to her, hesitantly making a triangular shape with her fingers. 

Mabel and Connie walked over to the pair of boys and joined their tight hug, Dipper sobbing calmed down slightly, at the presence of his best friends and sister. After a while, Dipper’s sobbing finally calmed down enough to where he could talk again. “Thanks guys..” Dipper whispered hoarsely in gratitude, not even caring that they had moved as a group to the floor. “It’s no problem Dipper! After what you just went through, you needed comfort. We wouldn’t just leave you alone with your trauma.” Mabel and Connie replied, “Yeah, Dipper. Don’t blame yourself. You’re not the one who started this…” Steven countered, still feeling guilty for Dipper’s memory loss in the first place.

Dipper sent a soft but disapproving look at Steven, “Steven, it’s not your fault either. If anything, it’s Bill’s fault. He manipulated us to try to get what he wanted, he’s done this before, It’s not your fault stop blaming yourself. I can’t stand it, you’ve always tried to help us through everything, no matter how dangerous it is.” Dipper countered, earnestly, taking Steven’s hand into his. “No matter what, let’s support each other. Okay?” Dipper asked the rest of his companions, which all eagerly agreed. 

“Oh man… It just hit me how late it is, ugh I’m exhausted.” Dipper groaned, separating himself from the group hug on the floor, “Yeah, same.” Connie agreed, Steven and Mabel nodding as well. Dipper helped his friends and sister up from the floor, and they quickly walked up the stairs, eager to finally get some sleep. Which when they reached the attic room, they decided to sleep peacefully on the floor with pillows and blankets together. Mabel and Connie drifting to sleep quickly, as the young gem was drifting off to sleep, Dipper peeked the young gem’s forehead before they fell asleep soon after. 

In the late morning, after the four MK woke up from the pleasant slumber, and walked downstairs to have breakfast. Afterwards, Ford called over Dipper and Steven with rising concern and confusion in the former’s voice. Immediately after Ford asked the duo why the memory equipment was out in the dining room, “I got my memory back.” Dipper replied quickly, vague and rushed. “Oh what was missing?” Ford asked, curious. Dipper’s face turned serious, and Steven instinctively held Dipper’s hand in comfort. 

Dipper squeezed Steven’s hand back, “My memory got erased of Bill.” Dipper replied tensely. Ford’s expression turned into shock and slight panic, “What happened? Did he try anything?” Ford pressed, anger and panic apparent in his tone. When Dipper didn’t respond, Steven uttered a response instead, angrily on the behalf of Dipper, and everyone else Bill had put them all in,  “Mr. Ford he did. He got Dipper to make a deal with him. He tried to get him to give him the rift, for Lapis’s freedom.” 

Dipper looked at the ground, in guilt. “I can’t believe he goddamn tricked me again!” Dipper growled, livid that he had been tricked into playing into Bill’s schemes, and endangered everyone unknowingly. Steven and Ford stayed in silent empathy. “I know… At least he couldn’t hurt anyone this time…. Hopefully with this barrier around the Mystery Shack, Bill will finally leave us alone!” Steven agreed and stated, hopeful. Dipper smiled and nodded at the young gem “I guess that’s true…” Dipper replied, the young gem’s optimism contagious. “Yes, Bill would finally leave us alone, as long as we stay inside the shack, as both of you very well know, Bill is a cruel manipulator and would stop at nothing to begin weirdmageddon….” Ford stated, cautious for the dangerous future. 

In the bleak darkness and cruel chaos of the Nightmare Realm, Bill cackled at that last statement, “good ol’ Sixer, idiotic but correct. No matter what you, Pinetree and Rosebud. Try to do to stop me, I will get the rift, sooner or later, then you will all pay dearly for getting the way of my plans. It’s so pitiful for them, to think I would just leave them alone. Too bad for them, They don’t know I already have a target to work with in mind.” 

[darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts]

Devil’s Temptation pt10

Warnings: Mob Styling Warlords, strong language

Masterlist

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Chapter 10 – Déjà vu 

He heard the noise ahead of him as he managed to bring his car under control before it became engulfed in the chaos in front of him. A plume of smoke appeared from out of seemingly nowhere and he felt his heart jump into his throat. [Name]… No!

The other cars around him had either turned around to leave or were being abandoned as people tried to get signals on cell phones to call in the emergency. The activity around him was a blur he didn’t even process as he left his car and walked into the billowing smoke. Gunshots? The sound had his feet moving a little faster. He smiled wryly to himself. Usually, people try to avoid them and yet here you have me running into a gunfight once more… what a troublesome little mouse.

He just turned the corner of the tunnel when he saw the silhouette in the smog. The person he was looking for was actually coming to him. The concrete walls echoed and flashed as a bullet grazed them.

“Eek!” Her cry reached him, that short outburst drawing him to her just as effectively as if she had placed a leash around his neck and pulled it. My sweet innocent little thing. You truly have no luck.

“We always seem to meet when it’s raining bullets.” He couldn’t help himself she looked too good to be true. She turned sharply towards him as soon as she appeared to get a clear view of him her eyes went wide. She hadn’t changed. His heartbeat picked up in his chest as her beautiful blue eyes locked on his.

All colour drained from her and he barely had time to reach her side preventing her total collapse as he caught her in his arms. Her warmth spread like a wildfire through him, everywhere on him that touched her felt like it was somehow burning. She really is like the sun. Well, that could have gone better. Don’t worry my dear I’ll look after you. Scooping her up in his arms he carried her back to his car and placed her gently in the passenger seat.

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“I’m telling you I had no idea that that was what that did.” Masa professed as he walked along behind a sullen and frustrated Ieyasu in the corridor.

“Did you even read the label before you decided to use it?” Ieyasu’s cross-examination was on a level with one of Yoshi’s lectures. Who in their right mind randomly uses an experimental cream and doesn’t check labels?

“I was in a hurry. I thought it said for burns.” Masa reiterated for what felt like the hundredth time. Cradling his elbow that was now covered in the correct treatment.

“It said it causes burns.” Ieyasu scolded. The shorter man came to an abrupt stop directly in front of Masa causing him to bump into his back.

“Hey watch it!”

“Well, what did you…?”

Both men watched Mitsuhide pass by just a little ahead of them. He was carrying the prone figure of what appeared to be a small female in his arms princess style. His dark suit looked like it had gone through a cloud of dust and the girls cream dress looked just as bad.

“Is that the Lass?” Masa watched Mitsuhide in his Princely act move towards the private apartments. “What do you think he did?”

“It’s Mitsuhide. I don’t think I want to know.” Ieyasu looked as if he was contemplating something before, he changed direction and started walking towards the underground car park.

“What are you doing now?” Masa called out as he followed.

“I’m checking the car.”

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A soft light fell on her eyelids as her consciousness began to process itself. The feeling of soft fabric under her hands as she stretched in order to wake up. What a terrible dream… Her eyes fluttered open and fell on an unfamiliar ceiling. The light that should have been from a large skylight was coming from a pair of balcony windows. The bed she was on was not hers and as she looked around with a start, she began to remember things.

Nothing in this room has changed. Wait am I still dreaming? [Name] pinched her arm hard. “Ouch!” Ok, so I’m not dreaming. How did I get back here though? I didn’t… I didn’t really see him, did I? I mean I heard his voice… I thought I felt him too, his scent… Did I go completely mad now? Climbing out of bed she tentatively walked around the apartment looking at all the familiar things.

It had been years and yet every night she still managed to travel back here in her dreams. She still could remember all the guys and the fun… well fun when she wasn’t being taken somewhere by Nobu. It’s funny though looking back now even times spent with Nobu had been sort of fun. Was this what they called rose-tinted vision? Maybe it was some sort of Stockholm syndrome? Whatever the reason it was oddly nostalgic.

She was back in Azuchi, she knew that much. The view from the window was a completely different sector of the city. These rooms were the ones she had used when she was last here. It felt as if it was a giant time capsule. Not one thing had changed, well the linen on the bed had but everything else was exactly the same. This is so weird. As if on cue to make her realise this was not a dream her stomach gave a grumble. That’s right I hadn’t eaten anything because we never made it to that restaurant. I wonder… Placing on hand on the main door’s handle she tested it. No way! It’s unlocked? I guess I can go and find food then… if I can remember where everything is.

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She didn’t have to wonder too hard about if she could remember things here or not. How often had she wandered these halls in her memories looking for that one person she knew was not here anymore? Her feet carried her straight to the dining room. After cracking open the door to peer inside she half expected it to be empty… or for her to finally wake up. Like those dreams where you are falling and you suddenly jolt back to reality just as you impact on the ground.

“[Name]? So good to see you again.” The tinkling bell of Mitsunari’s bright voice found her as soon as her eyes made contact with the group of men gathered in the dining room.

Food had been set out except it was nothing like the welcoming party she remembered. Platters of food lined up the full length of the main table in its centre. Places had been set around the table fairly informally. If anything this looked like the dinner table for any normal large family.

“This can’t be happening.” With a voice full of wonder she looked around the room at everything. It’s all still the same, and all of you are too.

“Why don’t you come in Kitten? Foods good. You can trust me on that.” Masa slid to her side putting an arm around her shoulder to guide her in further.

“Again, with the Kitten thing?... Although that does look good.” [Name] shrugged off the arm before shaking her head as if to shake off a spell after looking at the food. No, I can’t get distracted by this right now no matter how hungry I am. “What the hell is going on!?”

“[Name] don’t shout.” Hideyoshi sympathized with her obvious confusion with everything as it appeared, she was yet again up to her neck in something once more. But it didn’t stop him from chiding her on her volume.

“Sh-shout? Of course, I’m going to shout. Who wouldn’t?”

“You are as loud as ever.” Ieyasu sighed but it was clear he too felt something towards her and current circumstances as well.

“I wasn’t aware I asked your opinion on appropriate volume, Prickle Puff.” [Name] all but sneered out her reply. None of this was making sense to her. And it was just Ieyasu’s misfortune that he was the one that spoke last and it drew all her focus to him.

“Prickle Puff!?” Ieyasu bristled with indignation whilst Masa and Hideyoshi struggled to prevent him from rounding on the girl and suppress their own laughter at the name calling.

The doors opened at the other end of the room and the familiar figure of Nobunaga entered. His usual air of imperial superiority cutting the atmosphere successfully. A pale shadow at his back as he entered the room made her blood boil and freeze at the same time. He’s here? I wasn’t dreaming? He’s… wait I’m the only one shocked by this?

“Ah, you’re awake Fireball.” Nobu acknowledged her presence as he loved to the sideboard that was piled high with the deserts. Ignoring him,[Name] brushed right past him and right up to Mitsuhide, a loud resonating crack rang out in the room. Not one of the men present made a move to restrain her as she stood there her hand still raised after making contact with Mitsuhide’s face.

“I suppose I deserved that.” Mitsuhide’s head twisted with the impact, a red handprint blooming on his porcelain skin. The very edge of his lip looked like it was starting to be dyed slightly with fresh blood.

“Oh my god, you’re real?” Her fingers clenched and her arm recoiled. If anything was going to convince her that this was not a dream it was the feeling of making contact with the man she only ever saw in her dreams.

“Of course, I am my dear. Or perhaps you usually go around slapping people you believe to be fictitious?” Mitsuhide’s composure was infuriating. Within seconds he had pulled himself together and looked completely unaffected. You know its faces like that that make me want to smack you again… and harder.

“Don’t My Dear me! You did deserve that… in fact, you are lucky I don’t have something I can kill you with right now.” When he looked into her eyes like that she felt like she would be completely lost. The only option she had for not losing herself or her own thoughts right now was to keep pushing forward with her first reactions. I can’t let myself get lost in this. I can’t forget what has been done.

“Can we calm down?” Hideyoshi finally attempted to bring the confrontation into some sort of control whilst the others remained quiet either in their own form of shock or out of amusement.

“No, we can’t “calm” anything. I… I can’t believe this. You knew… You all knew and not one of you said a damn thing to me.” [Name] was trembling as she tumbled through her thoughts attempting to put them into words. I can’t cry. I can’t let them see me cry.

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After the second set of doors opened to the dining room it was obvious something was different. The meeting between Nobu and himself had taken a little longer than planned, but he didn’t expect to see her in the room when he arrived. There you are, my dear. Thank god you don’t look too bad for your ordeal.

“Ah, you’re awake Fireball.” Nobu gave a short greeting as he went predictably for the desserts. There he is ladies and gentleman the unifier of the city. The man who is incredibly focused and possesses a formidable amount of single-minded determination… unless there is a tray of eclairs.

[Name] brushed past Nobu and drifted right up to him. The dress she was still wearing floated around her as she moved making her look like some sort of magical creature. You really are… - SMACK! -  Angry… extremely furious. The sound of her hit turned the others in the room into living statues.

“I suppose I deserved that.” His head moved with the force of the hit. The stinging sensation of a thousand little needles on his flesh meant he could feel every bit of the impact and he couldn’t help but smile as he realised his lip was broken. The metallic tang on his tongue made the creature in his blackened soul purr. More… No, Patience.

“Oh my god, you’re real?” She exclaimed as if she was coming out of a daze. Her delicate hand folded tight before withdrawing to her side. Those eyes. The big blue magnetic orbs drew him in. How many times have I dreamt of those eyes?

“Of course, I am my dear. Or perhaps you usually go around slapping people you believe to be fictitious?” Mitsuhide schooled his face. He couldn’t help the smile, at this point, it was a bad habit and something slightly out of his control. But there was no hiding the burning he felt rising within him. It was creeping up his back, clawing at him. The twisted darkness that lived inside him. She unlocked it so easily. Do you know you have this control over me, little one? Perhaps not. Oh, but my, those honest expressions are… delicious.

“Don’t My Dear me! You did deserve that… in fact, you are lucky I don’t have something I can kill you with right now.” Her eyes were swimming. The depth of her unspoken torment made them look like bottomless caverns and god how he would have loved nothing more than to just dive right in and never resurface. She made him feel like this. She made him feel so alive. The emotions he locked up all those he had hidden away and ignored all of them were blissfully abundant in her presence.

“Can we calm down?” Hideyoshi was the first of the statues to attempt to speak. Her spell broke as she turned away from him and Mitsuhide remembered the others in the room. The amusement playing out on Nobu’s silent face was annoying although Mitsuhide could not deny that if the roles were reversed, he would not find enjoyment in the same thing. The rest all looked shocked. No not shocked. Hurt? Guilty? Why?

“No, we can’t “calm” anything. I… I can’t believe this. You knew… You all knew and not one of you said a damn thing to me.” [Name]’s voice was not the only thing that seemed to waver as she spoke her whole body was trembling. This is painful to witness but I… I can’t look away. You are so captivating my dear. So beautiful right in this very moment.

“[Name] we were as much in the dark on his scheme as you were.”

“That’s right we didn’t find out until after the funeral.”

“But you found out! You all found out. You knew how hurt I was. How I felt. How I blamed myself for everything that had happened. You all let me continue thinking that… even after you all knew better. You let me think that he was dead and it was all my fault!” Her words cut like daggers into each of them.

Her justifiable angry and rage was like something you would read about in religious texts. What was it they called that? Righteous fury? Oh, and she was all that and so much more. But she believed that? She felt all that all this time? I only ever… everything I did I did for you. I never wanted to hurt you. I am a fool… [Name] stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her as she went no one tried to stop her. Hell, hath no fury. Oh, my poor sweet little mouse… what have I done?

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[dazeyrains-blog]

Valentine Request: Hayffie

1st one up.

Thank you @ellanainthetardis for 1. Your Hayffie Request and 2. Aiding me in the ways and workings of my Tumblr settings!

3 words. Candle, card, rose.

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It wasn't the most ideal time for a power cut. In fact, was there any an ideal time for a power cut.

District 13 was plunged into darkness but that wasn't the problem. They were miles underground, the generators weren't kicking in and it was ice cold, absolutely freezing.

Haymitch slid open his compartment door to see flickers of tourches on draining batteries and people hurrying by with candles followed by clouds of breath. He looked around for his sweater but couldn't find it. Then he remembered, he'd leant it to Effie...or....more like she'd taken it from him. Point was, she had her own god damned sweater and he was freezing. He made his way to her room.

On the way, he was surprised to see how cheery everyone was. Couples wandering around hand in hand with candles in the other, smiling, whispering, laughing. He wasn't complaining. Spirits could be a lot worse.

He knocked on Effies door and it slid open.

"You're here for your sweater aren't you?" She asked right away

Haymitch was taken back by her sixth sense as she held it out to him, fingers blue with the cold and a ridiculously thin blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"Actually..." Haymitch replied on second thoughts "I came to see if you were...um...ok."

Effie blinked in surprise. She was getting by as usual, not that Haymitch had ever been concerned before. Haymitch ignored her quizzitive expression and let himself into her room.

"You can put that thing back on that blanket won't do much" he stated hovering his hands over one of the lit candles in her room

"What about you?" Effie asked concerned. She saw the goosebumps on his arms and his nose was looking a little red.

"Swap you for that blanket"

Such a gent. Effie smiled, flattered by his sudden flair of charm and placed the blanket over his shoulders. Then she pulled Haymitchs oversized sweater over her head and hugged herself with a sigh. She loved this sweater. She didnt know why but she really did.

To Effies surprise Haymitch sat on her bed.

"You're staying?" She asked "I can't make you any tea..."

"Two people in one room is warmer than one" he replied patting the space beside him. Effie laughed

"Oh, so you want to cuddle, is that it?"

"More like....huddle"

Effie sat beside him with her cheeks burning as their shoulders touched gently. He was right of course. She could feel the heat from him already it made her relax a little. She leant into him further.

"Do you know whats got everyone in such a good mood tonight?" Haymitch asked as Effie lit another candle beside them.

"Haymitch, it's Valentine's day!" She exclaimed, like it was the worst thing in the world that he didn't realise. "Has nobody slipped you a card under your door or made you a paper rose?" She giggled but he laughed in disgust

"No! Why? Did anyone do that for you?"

Her expression suddenly changed

"No..." She sighed. "I've never....I've never had a Valentine"

Haymitch squinted in disbelief

"Never?"

She shook her head.

"Like....never, ever?"

"Never, ever" Effie repeated sadly but Haymitch couldn't shake it. Even he had received dozens in the past, from fans and admirers, none that he ever followed up though. He was a man with a wall around his heart. Or so he thought. Her saddened expression was chipping away at that wall...bit by bit.

"I just find that so hard to believe" he stated

Effie cocked a brow "You do? Why?"

"You always seemed so....so popular with men's affections back then" then meaning back when they worked together in the games. Effie had always been on dates, wined and dined by admirers, fan mail, flowers...

"Yes...all of it...but never a Valentine" Effie shrugged. "When it was all said and done, maybe I was just never worthy enough for that sort of sentiment" she hugged herself a little tighter "A Valentine is a symbol of an agreement to start a commitment to somebody. It's the start of a journey with someone. Someone you might love one day, someone you might love already..."

"I'm pretty sure many of those guys you dated were in love with you" Haymitch scoffed again but in the silence that followed, he finally understood it. She'd just never been in love with any of them.

"Never had a Valentine's huh?" He tutted and they changed the subject for the rest of the evening.

Later that night though, as the generators kicked in and the dorms fell quiet and Effie was tucking herself into bed, slightly warmer but still wrapped in Haymitchs oversized sweater, she heard a quiet tap fall at her door. Sliding it open, she saw no one but instead she found an old folded piece of cardboard and a rather crumpled looking paper towel, that somehow, slightly resembled a rose...

She opened the folded card

"Dear Effie,

happy Valentine's day.

Haymitch

x

Ps. Keep the sweater"

Her first ever valentines.

She had never loved a sweater more in all her life.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

My First Crush 109 is up!

Filling out the last of the papers for his will, Eren let out a sigh of relief. Levi was at school, which had meant he'd been able to ring around and get his alpha put on to everything he could legally. It was a relief to finally have it all done and have Levi have none of the wiser. His alpha had kept trying to talk about the loss of his job, and Eren had lied through his teeth, telling him he understood and logically he did, but that didn't mean it didn't plunge them into a bad situation financially. While they had a bit of savings, there was Christmas and Levi's birthday coming up... if he only had two Christmas's left, he wanted both of them to be amazing for everyone.

Pushing his chair back from the dining table, he grabbed the envelope with all the paperwork in and headed into the bedroom. He needed somewhere Levi wouldn't think to look... or he was too short to see... the top of the wardrobe. Or rather the shelf there. It's where the family photos were stashed... the perfect place. Moving to the wardrobe, he slid the door open and stood on his tiptoes to slip the envelope behind the albums. Thank fuck that was over. Writing a list of everything he was leaving Levi and the boys had driven home how little he'd accomplished with his life, after all, he owned very little of his own things. Closing the wardrobe again, he moved over to where the pups were laying in their cots

"Hey guys, you want to come watch a movie with me?"

Squirming and cooing up at him, Eren lifted both boys up carefully and pressed kisses to the sides of their heads. They were growing so fast now, but then again they were two months now. One more week and Levi would have finished his course and then 11 more days and it would be Christmas. He was so unprepared. Shaking his head, he couldn't let himself think about it. He was in an actual good mood, and didn't want to ruin it.

Settling down on the sofa with the pups, he slouched down so he could hold both pups better

"What do you guys want to watch?"

Rei kicked against him and Eren snorted lightly

"Does that mean action? Let's find something that's action then"

Scrolling through the channels, he came across the second half of "A Million Ways to Die in the West". Armin had once "forced" him to watch it with him, and he'd had the Moustache song in his head for days afterward. Rubbing the boys backs gently, the pups grabbed his shirt so adorably. He didn't want to leave them behind... fuck it. The boys finished school soon enough, and Trost wasn't that far away. He could get some shopping done without Levi there, most importantly, he could get the presents the boys wanted to give their dad.

Having changed the pups into fresh nappies and clothes, he checked the nappy bag, before nodding to himself. Keeping busy really was the best therapy.

*

Arriving in Trost, Eren drove straight over to the shopping centre he'd used to frequent when he'd lived in the city. With four kids, he didn't particularly fancy trying to navigate somewhere new. As expected, parking was a nightmare and he'd looped the carpark at least a dozen times before finally getting a space

"I need you two to wait here for me, I'll be back in a minute"

"Can't we come with you?"

"Not just yet"

Climbing from the car, he locked the doors so the boys couldn't escape while he was gone, it wasn't like he had to go far to find a trolley, but his kids could cover an insane amount of ground in just a few seconds and the last thing he needed was them getting lost. Pulling out the first 4, the fifth was his goal as it was designed for twins. They really should invest in a pram, but it wasn't like they went anywhere often enough to really justify the costs. Returning the car, it took way too long to get both boys and the pups settled into the trolley

"Mum, is daddy going to meet us here..."

Fuck. He'd forgotten all about messaging Levi

"Um... maybe baby. Let me get my phone"

In the last month he'd barely used the thing as anything other than a camera. He hadn't been on Facebook and the only people he really messaged were Armin, Grandpa, Levi and Hannes. He hadn't even heard from Reiner and Bertholdt, he supposed the pair were busy with married life and school, still part of him missed them. It might have been Bertholdt's mothers fault that shit ended up the way it had, but Reiner and Bertholdt had still tried their best to help. Sliding his phone out the pocket of his skirt, he passed it over to Eli

"You can call daddy and tell him we're shopping"

"Ok!"

Leaving the twins to that task, he plunged into the world of Christmas chaos.

It had always blown his mind how busy this time of year could be, people had had all year to prepare for this time of year, but somehow it always ended up being last minute and he really wasn't in much of a position to judge. Last year they didn't have a tree due to Levi not being there, but this year he wanted one. He wanted to decorate it together as a family, which was probably incredibly cheesy. Heading for the department store, that was the first thing he wanted to get. He'd barely stepped into the store when the boys jumped up

"Mum! Look at that"

Eli was waving his phone about, and Eren had to snatch it from his hand before it went flying. Both boys seemed just as excited over a Christmas tree as he did, and nodded at them, before looking down and finding the call to Levi was still connected. Raising the phone to his ear, he used his shoulder to keep it in place as he made his way over to the display of trees

"Hi Levi, did Eli tell you we were shopping?"

"He mentioned something about it. Where are you?"

"Trost"

"You should have messaged me and let me know you were coming"

Sighing to himself, Eren nodded

"I know, it slipped my mind. I'm taking the boys to do their shopping for you"

"They don't have to get me anything"

"Levi, that's not how being a dad works. Now, I'm not telling you not to come meet us, but I am telling you no peaking at what you're getting"

"You're lucky I have my own shopping to do for the 4 of you guys. You've got my card right?"

"Yeah. Don't worry, I don't intend to blow all your money"

"Eren, it's our money"

No... it really was more Levi's than his... not that he could say that, so he changed topic

"What colour Christmas tree do you want?"

There was a moments pause

"What?"

"Christmas tree. What colour do you want?"

"We're getting a tree?"

"Yep. It's our first proper family Christmas"

"Um... what colour do you like?"

"This isn't about just what I like"

"Well I don't know. I've never done the tree thing"

"If you had to choose one, what would you choose"

"Maybe white?"

The alpha was clearly not sure about his answer

"Ok. Well I'll talk to the boys about it and see you when you get here"

"I don't know "where" is"

"Oh, right. Do you remember the shopping centre near where I used to live? We're there. I'm parked in the underground parking, but it was pretty hard to get a spot"

"I'll keep that in mind. Do we want to meet up around 6 in the food court?"

"That works. Ok. I have to go before the kids break something"

"I love you princess"

"Love you too"

Ending the call, he looked to the line of trees

"Babies, which ones do you like?"

"The white ones... can we get a big one?"

"Not too big"

At least they were all in agreement that it should be white.

Over the next hour and half, his patience was tested to the max. The boys wanted pretty much everything they saw, and when that didn't work, they started saying they wanted to give it to daddy. Yeah, because Levi really needed kids toys. By the end of it he'd gotten Levi a set of pyjamas saying "worlds best dad" from the pups, a book on big cats from Ren and Eli was gifting him a 3D dinosaur model thing. He also threw in a few smaller things like an iTunes gift card, a tradies belt and a bright pink hammer because it was also his mates birthday. That just left his present for Levi and he had no idea what to buy his alpha. He'd picked up some lingerie for himself, but that was only because Levi had gone crazy when he'd last worn it... which now felt like a lifetime and a half ago. He'd opted for a negligee instead of just a bra as he still hated looking at his stomach. He'd dropped a lot of the weight, but he still needed to work on getting back into shape... basically it was a mess to look at and the scar did nothing to help. When his mum had been around, she'd known what to use to help with stretch marks, and though they hadn't had much sex in the last 2 months, he missed the connection he felt each time Levi knotted him.

Wandering around the stores on the way towards the food hall, Eren came to an abrupt stop and back tracked a few metres. His eyes were on a white evening dress and he fell in love with it as first sight. It was kind of like the wedding dresses he'd seen in Marley, but not at the same time and he couldn't help himself from staring. He wanted it that badly. Wheeling the trolley into the entrance of the store, he left the boys in it while he went to check out the dress. It had a Queen Anne neckline, that dipped into a sweet heart cut, with crisp white lace covering the exposed chest area and its 3/4 sleeves

"Can I help you there?"

Jumping at the voice, he felt guilty at being sprung, he looked to the short woman with burning cheeks

"S-sorry..."

"It's fine, I take it you see something that's taken your fancy"

Nodding his head, he looked back to the dress

"Um..."

"That ones $380"

His heart dropped. $380 for a dress just wasn't doable

"Thanks... I was just looking"

The woman seemed to realise she wasn't going to get a sale from him, and gave him a tight smile

"I'll leave you to it"

Escaping from the store, he couldn't help himself as he snapped a couple of photos of it in the window. It really was gorgeous. Letting out a long sigh, he scolded himself over it and headed off to find Levi.

His mate wasn't that hard to find, the alpha was standing near the Chinese store like he knew that was what Eren wanted. Giving them a small wave, Levi moved over to place his bags of shopping in to the trolley, further burying the twins

"You guys look like you've been busy"

"Yes and no. We went with white by the way"

"White really is best"

"Dad, can we get out now?"

Snorting at the uncertainty in Eli's voice, the alpha moved to lift both boys out the trolley and took their hands firmly

"Mum bought too much stuff"

"Mum bought Christmas tree stuff. He still has to buy your presents and daddy's"

"Princess, you don't have to buy me anything"

Of course he did... and it kind of hurt that Levi was telling him it was ok not to. Swallowing down his patheticness, he looked over at the Chinese store

"So Chinese for dinner?"

"Sounds good to me"

I did the fluff. For the rest, you'll have to hit up ao3

[sanctferum]

Dangan Ronpa V3: Chapter 4 Free Time!

After leaving the library, I immediately find a hidden Monokuma near the bottom of the stairs. Let’s look at all these old and new areas to find some others. There’s one on the railing in the second floor hallway, and another in the dorms, and yet another in Tenko’s abandoned lab. The final one must be during a trial minigame.

Hanging out with Kaito, he offers to spend the free time talking about himself. The reason Kaito feels so strongly about the universe. When Kaito was a kid, he used to go to his grandpa’s house. (Let’s not mention what we saw in the motive video to him.) He’d look for treasure in his grandpa’s old warehouse, and one day, while rummaging around, he found a treasure map, to find the treasures of these with! He promptly sold it to a pawn shop for cash. Kaito wouldn’t follow a map to adventure. He’d make his own maps. Still, the sea was calling him now, so he used the money to buy a boat and went on a voyage, and soon after becoming a captain, he met his destined rival. Where is this story going?

The boss of the Great Pirates. Uh. What.

He and the boss of the Great Pirates fought many battles, and eventually became friends. Then they had one final battle to determine who would conquer the seas. Kaito knew he could win, but he’d come to realize he wouldn’t be satisfied with just the sea. Kaito won the battle but didn’t finish the guy off, and ever since then, they haven’t seen each other. To be continued next time…

After an incredibly stupid and suspect story, we return to our room. No more free time today.

Monokub announcement! Night-time starts now, Monophanie and Monotaro have fallen in love, etc. Wait, what? C’mon, what’s with all the incest stuff. First Kiyo and now this bullshit…

Shuichi decides to pretend that never happened, and goes off to train with Kaito and Maki.

Gonta is up too. He thinks it’s best that even with the Student Council dissolved, people stay in their rooms for the night. Both Ryoma and Angie were killed at night…by that logic, the day/night split for the murders is 50/50, though.

Gonta feels useless. Shuichi encourages him, saying everyone can tell how much he cares about everyone. Gonta comes to a decision…but doesn’t say what it is. He’ll discuss it tomorrow at breakfast.

Outside, Kaito and Maki are waiting. 100 sit-ups each. In the time it takes for Shuichi to do 3 sit-ups, Maki’s almost at 30…that’s 10 times as fast. Impressive. And Kaito…has done none. He’s just staring at the stars…he gets up and tells us he needs to use the bathroom. Maki offers to go check on him for Shuichi while he finishes his sit-ups, but Shuichi points out that Maki would have to follow Kaito into the boys bathroom.

So no on that plan…but Maki takes the opportunity to ask a surprise question. Did Shuichi like Kaede? Maki thought he didn’t, because she can’t understand how people could become friends so quickly, especially in a situation like this. It’s weird.

Shuichi asks Maki what circumstances that people meet under aren’t weird for a sudden friendship. Maki is unable to answer, because it’s not an experience she has ever had. Damn, that’s…

Before Shuichi can figure out why Maki is asking these questions all of the sudden, Kaito returns. He drank too much water before training and had to pee. A lie, in all likelihood, but not one Shuichi picks up on.

So, then, the training begins again from the beginning. Another 100 sit-ups.

Kaito isn’t exercising because he has nothing to worry about, or so he says. What’s up with him?

Neither Kaito nor Shuichi are able to do the extra 100 sit-ups, but Maki manages it easily. Back in his room, Shuichi reflects on what the flashback light made him remember. All the things he remembered…If they’re connected to this situation, or to the Ultimate Hunt, or to the funeral…maybe the answers can save them. But those are answers Shuichi does not have.

Monokuma Theater! Haven’t had one of these since chapter 2. Chapter 3 just had Monodam theaters.

According to Monokuma, soccer players wear numbers on their jersey to determine how many mochi they get in the red bean soup they eat post-game. That way, the red bean soup can be properly prepared in advance. Trading jerseys with someone gets you that jersey’s number of mochi in your red bean soup. But for baseball players, the number represents how many pieces of meat they get in their curry. Volleyball players and sliced pork in their ramen, etc. And that is the importance of jersey numbers. Thanks Monokuma, that all sounded really credible and trustworthy trivia.

Morning announcement! Monotaro and Monophanie are now playing the part of an abusive boyfriend and the girl he seduced.

Outside the dorm, Maki and Shuichi talk about their conversation last night. Maki sounded like she didn’t care, but that wasn’t true. A detective should listen before making assumptions.

Maki walks off. Further up the path is Himiko, who’s out of breath from running all the way to the front of the Academy building from the dorms. She ran as part of her new philosophy of moving forward with her life. Walking is too slow of a pace for that! Shuichi questions whether she needs to be physically going fast to do that. The thing is, how else is she gonna do it? She doesn’t know of any other way to live life facing forwards, for Angie and Tenko’s sakes.

Still, she’s definitely gotta pace herself. Shuichi gives her a black belt from the monomono machine, so she can exercise in Tenko’s dojo. After breakfast, Shuichi will meet up with Himiko and train in the dojo.

Miu’s standing in the hall, near the basement stairs. Shuichi almost immediately regrets talking to her.

Fun last night? Huh?

Oh, she thinks Shuichi, Kaito, and Maki had a threesome in the middle of the courtyard. Yeah, that sounds like something Miu would think. She goes off to the breakfast hall, but not before mentioning that she’s working on the perfect invention! Once Shuichi has that, he won’t even need a rubber…Shuichi muses that Miu seemed more upbeat, and that she said “wait” in relation to the invention. Is she working on something right now, that she’s almost finished with? It’s weird…hopefully it’s something other than her figuring out how to make drugs and getting high. That’s the last thing we need.

Inside the dining hall, Gonta seems to be trying to convince the others of something.

Oh, he plans to fight Monokuma. Even with three Monokubs dead, there’s still two Exisals, and Monokuma himself has spares, so…bad idea.

Kokichi doesn’t think Monokuma’s defeat would even stop the killing game. And why would anyone (read: just Kokichi) want it to stop in the first place? It’s starting to get fun now, after all. He also states his intent to win the game. If he needs to become the next blackened to do that, he’ll do it. But the game can’t continue until there’s another killing…so, someone kill already, and make the fun start! And if no one kills each other, Kokichi will have no choice but to take the matter into his own hands and become the blackened himself.

Kaito punches Kokichi in the face. As Kaito yells at Kokichi, Keebo cautions that even minor fights can escalate into murder. If we try and solve our problems with violence, another killing is all but assured. Kaito, who was about to punch Kokichi again, steps back and puts his fists down.

Gonta says that if everyone’s gonna fight each other, he’ll go fight Monokuma rather than watch another killing happen.

Miu tells him there’s no need for that. Hmmmm. I wonder what she invented? An Exisal of her own?

Himiko delivers a Miu line…no wait, that’s just an example of what Miu would have likely said. But she told him not to be worried about Monokuma instead. Miu says that recklessness is pointless because she’s got a plan to save everyone.

“I’ll bring you to a world where the killing game doesn’t exist!”

It’s the computer, isn’t it…she plans to use the computer to create a new world of her own. That’s the only thing I can think of.

After breakfast, we head to the dojo to train with Himiko. Gonta’s there too. And he’s refusing to accept that there’s no way he can help out, so we have no choice but to invite him to train with us and work out together.

Himiko’s gonna do mage exercises. And the best way for her to gain the mana necessary is to have someone overflowing with vitality nearby. Gonta can stand nearby while Himiko borrows his vitality for her exercise. OK.

The exercises are basically preparations for stage performers to do their stuff. That isn’t a Mage exercise. That’s a Magician exercise. Well at least Himiko and Gonta are having fun.

Back to our room. Gonta wanted to fight Monokuma to save his friends. There’s no way Miu would ever say it, but she probably is working hard for the same reason. But Shuichi can’t help his friends, because his talent is only useful after they’re dead.

Free time again! Let’s see what nutty story Kaito has this time.

OK, so Kaito fought off a bunch of rival pirates and left his ship. But before he could get to port, he got caught in a storm. Right when he thought he was done for, a whale ate his boat. Hey, has this guy been watching Pinocchio too many times or something?

Whales are apparently the second smartest thing in the world. The smartest thing is Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars. What am I reading.

Kaito was sheltered from the storm, but he was stuck inside the whale’s stomach. He eventually made it to port, and realized that he’d tried to conquer the sea, and the sea won. So next up was…the land. This story sure is long.

Shuichi is just sweatdropping. Kaito talks on. He sold his boat and all his belonging, and entered the jungle. As he cut his own path through the dense growth, he found himself face to face with va giant anaconda, capable of swallowing a man whole! Kaito defeated the fell serpent, but that ended up triggering something else. Right before him, a gate opened up, leading to the Underground Empire, who had been using the anaconda as a watchman.

Against his better judgement, Shuichi asks what the heck that even is. Apparently, it’s a civilization located in an underground cave. Kaito invaded the empire, and made the emperor into his sidekick, but then time ran out and he had to go back to his gramp’s house. Summer vacation was over. So…was this whole story just his younger self thinking up a cool story about what the map could do?

Anyways, back to the main topic. Kaito must have wanted to become an astronaut for some reason, right? Even if he lost track of the topic while telling his tall tale. His reason is that the universe is the final frontier for him to conquer! Besides, astronauts are cool! What kid hasn’t grown up wanting to be one?

Shuichi looks so disappointed…

Well, time for more Free Time!

Kaito wants to escape. Who knows how much astronaut training he’s missing. But since we’re here, at least we got to meet each other and become friends.

Kaito says he could be called the Ultimate Hero. He’s had plenty of sidekicks before Shuichi. He’s only an astronaut trainee, but in other fields, he’s already made quite the name for himself. One of his sidekicks became a star rookie in major league baseball, another became an engineer who won a Nobel Prize, he even tutored the prime minister of Japan in politics! (What, the figurehead Prime Minister or Kirumi?) He goes on to talk about other sidekicks and make up a bunch of bullshit to brag about. But still, he says that he only nudged them in the right direction. Because…he believed in them. And that’s what’s most important, following the path you believe in. Kaito may be an idiot, but he’s someone who can give encouragement to others…encouragement that lets them face forwards and pursue their dreams. In that sense…he’s the perfect partner for Shuichi.

Evening time. Monotaro gives the night-time announcement. He has a bruise on his face and Monophanie is nowhere to be seen. Serves you right, asshole.

Monophanie whopped him so hard that he’s forgotten where he is and what time he’s announcing it to be. And didn’t there used to be someone else?

Monophanie steps out from behind a pillar to say that Monotaro is helpless without her. Shuichi doesn’t even bother commenting on the soap opera this time.

Training time with Kaito and Maki. Keebo and Tsumugi are in the dorm halls. Keebo’s worried about another murder happening if people are out at night. Keebo and Tsumugi discuss how seriously to take anything Kokichi says…everyone should make sure to be careful around him. I somehow suspect he might be the next victim, and he certainly is not gonna be the blackened this time around. Tsumugi’s also annoyed about the soap opera Monokub announcements. Keebo is more worried that it’s an incestual relationship. OK, well, they’re just robots, no offense, so if you want to squick at someone, Kiyo’s a better choice.

Do the Monokubs have to abide by human morality if they’re bears? No, they aren’t even bears. They’re robots oh shit Keebo’s mad about robophobia again.

Outside, Kaito doesn’t look well. Maki says it’s because of what happened earlier. Kaito suggests the three of them skip training and just talk. He definitely has something on his mind, so…

The conversation almost immediately turns to the subject of Maki’s life. Like, what her favorite blood type is. What? You meant, what’s her blood type, right? (It says it’s A, right there on the monopad’s report card.) Kaito seems to be acting stranger than usual.

Shuichi has a question of his own. When they first met, Maki told Kaede and him that she was the Ultimate Child Caregiver. Why that title in specific?

As the topic is about to move on, Maki speaks up with her answer. She grew up in an orphanage. That part of her backstory wasn’t made up. She has no idea who her parents even were, much let alone memories of them. And what she told us at the beginning…the only part of it that was false was her Ultimate title. Maki really was an orphan, and she really did end up helping raise the orphanage’s other residents…and kids really do like Maki. She doesn’t like taking care of them, but the kids like her anyways…but she never had a choice as to whether to become a caretaker or an assassin. Because when she was 10, a group of strangers started hanging around the orphanage. They were all smiles, but didn’t interact with the kids. Only watched them from afar…trying to see what talent each of them had. And Maki agreed to let them adopt her when she heard that they’d donate a large sum of money to the orphanage if she did. And that’s how Maki’s life started to become a living hell.

Ever since that day, she trained to become an assassin. And she had no choice but to keep going, even when she didn’t want to. As long as she became an assassin and succeeded in her missions, the orphanage would continue to receive funding…at first, Maki vomited every day, cried every night…but then, she got used to it. It was her life now. And so she became a tool to be used for killing by the cult she worked for, and her heart became empty, and her emotions numb, and her thoughts on why she had to keep going diminished.

But even with all that, she has to ask herself after every mission what life would have been like if she stayed at the orphanage. It’s a gnawing thought that will never leave her.

So that’s it. The story of Maki Harukawa. A girl who made what seemed like the right choice, and descended into hell because of it.

Kaito says that Maki and Shuichi both try to shoulder things on their own. Better to trust in others. Having shared your burdens with your friends, you’ll become stronger. And if Maki has managed to share her burden with Kaito and Shuichi, then maybe she’s become stronger already.

Maki acknowledges that the training has made her stronger, and the three friends spend time just talking. Shuichi feels more than ever that he needs to uncover the truth of the Academy, so he can protect his friends. No matter what, he needs to keep his friends alive.

And yet, at that very moment, in the games room in the basement, Monokuma is face-to-face with Kokichi. Kokichi, who has something to talk about with Monokuma in private. Something that will make the killing game that more exciting. Kokichi also says that the reason he hasn’t used the motive yet is because it has to be used dramatically. But then, he had an idea. A certain someone is planning something interesting. If the motive is used with regards to that, then the game would become super intense. I wonder who the certain someone is? Gonta or Miu, perhaps.

When Monokuma says you’re an evil bastard, you’re pretty damn far gone.

Kokichi makes the evilest face he’s made yet. And evil is what he is planning…

Monokuma Theater! Dishonest people…you can trust them, cause you know that they’re dishonest. But an honest man, you never know when they’re gonna do something idiotic. Unless he’s lying about that. And so on and so forth. Kokichi’s plan really impressed him, it seems.

Monokub announcement, starring no one. No wait, Monophanie appeared out of literally thin air to continue the soap opera bullshit. Monophanie and Monotaro eventually realize that they need each other, and a curtain falls with the words “The End” on it. What a long, strange announcement.

Outside the dorms, Kaito wants to ask Shuichi for advice about their training sessions. We’ve been doing sit-ups and push-ups, but Kaito feels like something is missing. Martial arts, or mental training…we have a practice sword in our inventory, so Shuichi and Kaito decide to train together after breakfast. Kaito will bring Maki over as well.

Near the boiler room, Gonta’s still looking for the tiny bug…

*Silver the Hedgehog voice* IT’S NO USE!

Hey, I did say I would bust out that line every time the voice clip was used…

Himiko’s in the hall near the bathrooms. She’s sad the Monokuma soap opera is over. She thought there’s be a plot twist, where Monophanie would turn out to be pregnant with a kub of her own, but it’d turn out the father wasn’t Monotaro! The father would be Monokid, or Monosuke, or possibly Monodam but probably not. Despite her predictions, the soap opera ended happily ever after. I wonder if Himiko is a soap opera fan? Wouldn’t have thought so before now, but…

Inside the dining hall, everyone but Miu and Kokichi are here. That worries me.

Everyone’s trying to think of ways to make themselves useful to each other. After breakfast, we go back to our rooms. But even then, an “unspeakable malice” is brewing.

No time to worry about whether Miu is dead, though, because it’s time to train with Kaito.

Oh right. Maki doesn’t use swords. Oops.

It’s a painful memory, but Kaito tells her to get it out there so the three of them can continue to share each other’s burdens.

So, Maki gathered information for her mission. The target worked late at night, but was also into some nerdy hobbies. And we’re talking Tsumugi-levels of nerdy, especially considering that this guy loved cosplay. So Maki came up with a plan. Use a prop carrying case to stealthily bring a katana with her and then kill the guy with it. The plan worked at first. Then Maki drew her katana on the guy. But her height and hairstyle match that of a popular character who is a katana user, and she was in the middle of a cosplay hall when this happened. And so, before she knew what was happening, Maki found herself in a different hall, with people photographing her as part of a photoshoot. Luckily, no one looked inside her weapon case, or she would’ve been busted. They would’ve realized the katana was real…Kaito and Shuichi think the whole thing is pretty funny. But the story isn’t over with. Maki returned to her employers without having killed the guy. She was branded as a failure. And failing meant her employers would no longer donate to the orphanage…which is why she had to keep going. So that her hell of a life would have some kind of meaning.

Shuichi returns to his room. Hopefully there’ll be at least another free time before the murder. Ooh, there is. Next time, we finish up Kaito’s last free time event and move towards the inevitable deadly life.