#any other rabbit would have wiggled out and ran off

[swee7dream]

could u do a cg!jisung w a nonverbal!fem!reader? idm the agere range for yn, maybe 1-3

nagging cg!park jisung x f!little!reader

genre agere content, slice of life, domestic warnings none dni if you sexualize age regression wc 733 a/n sorry i took so long to put this out ! regression block sucks ! ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧

synopsis all you wanted was a nice late breakfast ! why does your cg have to be so . . . cg-y ?

Little men in uniforms ran along Jisung’s phone screen. They chased after the itty bitty ball rolling across the artificially green field. Soccer is always a lot more intense than you think it should be but that hasn't ever stopped Jisung from watching it, today included. Jisung sat on the couch with his thighs to his chest and his phone two inches from his face, not wanting to miss a second of the highlights of last night's game. His gaze was dark and focused, but it broke when he heard the stairs behind him creak, eyes trailing off to see a familiar silhouette standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hi.”

You swayed side to side in your nightdress, barefoot on the floor. You held your gray rabbit plushie’s arm with one hand while the other was up to your mouth. Your nail slid out from in between your teeth so your lips could press into a line.

“Hi,” Jisung tried again, softer. His finger tapped the screen, freezing the whistleblowing and cheering. The living room went quiet, only the hum of the fridge and the breeze outside gently brushing by trees heard by the open windows. “Good morning.”

It only took a couple of waddles to get from where you stood to where Jisung sat. You gave a weak salute.

Hello.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You scrunched your face up when Jisung’s cold hand held your cheek, his finger carefully getting the sleep stuck in the corner of your eyes. “Sleep well?”

You nodded with a sigh, bringing your bunny to your chest in a hug. With an almost pained expression, you made a ‘c’ shape with one of your hands and slid it down slowly, slowly, slowly.

Hungry. So hungry.

“I’m sure you are.” Jisung clicked his tongue. “You slept for, like, 12 hours. I thought you started hibernation in spring.”

You brought your eyebrows down to a ‘v,’ staring up at your caregiver very much unamused. You were tired, sure, but that didn’t mean you turned into a bear. You were still very much a human.

The balls of your feet took little steps backward as you pulled on Jisung’s shirt. With your bunny tucked under your arm, you signed out your cry of hunger once more.

“Okay- hey! Hold on. You’re gonna stretch it out.” He placed his hand over yours, carefully undoing your fingers' tight grip around the sweatshirt and giving you his hand instead to pull him into the kitchen. His other hand brushed off invisible dust off the dark material and he looked down for any damage with a face that would usually make you laugh if not for the fact that you were about to die if you didn’t get food in your stomach in the next few minutes.

“Sit your bunny down at the table and go wash your hands. I’ll make you your breakfast,” Jisung said as he rolled up his sleeves. He left no room for you to argue, his back already turned toward you as he led by example at the kitchen sink. “Did you use the restroom before you woke up?”

Why does it matter? You just need food. You wished you had socks on so you could have dragged your feet as you walked but you didn’t so you opted on just sighing dramatically on your way to sit your rabbit on the chair next to your usual seat. You brushed the fur out of his eyes. Now he could see again.

“Bathroom.”

Bathroom, bathroom, bathroom, you mocked him as you made your way over to the restroom. So bossy. Jiji’s always so naggy during mealtimes.

“All good? Hands clean?” Jisung asked, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers. You just nodded. So maybe you did have to go. Big deal. Your eyes just looked beyond him over to the table.

Cereal! Your eyes sparkled. In your favorite bowl! With the matching spoon and everything… this guy isn’t so bad after all, you didn’t think.

“Go eat.” He pointed over at your seat with his nose right before being tackled off his footing.

Your arms slid around his torso and you squeeze with all your might. You’re the best! Thank you.

“You’re welcome.” You felt his lips press against the crown of your head. “Remember to drink your two cups of water. You can’t get up before those are finished.”

Ugh.

[my-makeshift-masquerade]

Hi! Could I request a reader insert for Funtime Freddy? Basically, readers had a harsh week and Funtime Freddy cheers them up? Readers personality is up to you! ❤️

P.S, Love your work!!

Oh. You know I have never written for this fella (fellas?) before. Let’s see how I do? You can’t have Funtime Fredboi without his trusty left hand man BawhnBawhn, so you’re getting a two for one package deal!

Battery Low

“Hello. Welcome back to your existential crisis repackaged as a promising career—“

“Oh fuck off…” You mumbled at nothing. Who programmed that annoying Hand Unit anyway…?

“We value the ideas and feedback of our employees here at Afton Robo—“ The audio glitched out, “—Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rentals. So, we would like to let you decide which of our friendly cast you want to visit first today. Please enter your selection into the pinpad.”

You looked in the beady googly eyes of that horrible excuse for a pinpad, thinking for a moment. Do you want to get the easiest one out of the way first, or start with the more difficult animatronic? After a second more of deliberation, you begin to type.

B-A-L-7-0-R-4—

“It looks like you’re having trouble with the pinpad. I see what you were trying to type and will autocorrect it for you.” Hand Unit paused, “You entered: Funtime Freddy.”

“What?! No I didn’t, you dumbass computer—” You hissed, kicking the metal stand and wincing at how much it hurt.

“Let’s go see how Funtime Freddy and his best pal Bonbon are doing tonight.”

“Hell no. I’m going to Ballor—“

“Let’s go see how Funtime Freddy and his best pal Bonbon are doing tonight.” Hand Unit repeated more firmly.

“Fuckin— Fine!”

———

You trudged into Funtime Freddy’s area, flashlight in hand. You did not want to deal with any of this shit today, especially not Freddy’s shit. He loved to toy with you and make your job that much more difficult than it already was. It felt like eternity and you were only a week into this purgatory of a job. You get paid at two weeks, if you don’t take the choice of a gift basket, which you weren’t.

Baby said on your third night that you must not value your life too much if you keep choosing to come back here, but frankly you have no choice. You need the money. You need to escape your house for at least some time. Sure you’d even make more doing dishes somewhere, but it wasn’t worth the trouble to keep applying to other places that would reject you for “lack of experience”.

“Ohoho! I hear something!” His shrill voice echoed in the darkness, “Someone’s here to play!”

“It’s only a mouse.” Bonbon’s slightly less annoying voice whispered, “Go back to sleep…”

You took advantage of that to try and sneak back into the vents, but of course, the giant metal deathtrap of a bear had found you before you could scramble in.

“Why hello again~!” Freddy cackled, “See, Bonbon? I told you our friend was here to see us!”

“Hello, night guard!” The periwinkle rabbit waved his mitten-like paw, but paused, “Oh my! You look like you’re running out of battery…”

“Silly Bon! Humans don’t run out of battery!”

“Actually, we very much do.” You snapped bitterly, instantly regretting it as you saw Freddy’s free hand grab a sparking wire nearby.

“Well then! Let us help y—“

“NO!” You dropped the flashlight and put your hands up, “That is NOT how we charge!”

“But when other humans touch it they jitter with excitement!” The bear’s ears wiggled, “They even leak a little on the floor!”

“Look, can you stop being a total fucking sadist for ten minutes?!” You ran your fingers over your scalp, “Please, just— just ten minutes—!”

You sat down on the grime covered floor, shaking as you tried to control your breathing. It was silent apart from the buzzing of machinery for a few seconds…until Bonbon spoke.

“Freddy, I think our friend is sad.” The rabbit spoke, “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing you two can help with…”

“Sure we can!” Freddy stated proudly, “We are the best at making people smile!”

You paused. Actually… Why not just vent your problems to these two robots? It wasn’t like they could do anything worse than torture or kill you…

“It’s… just been a tough week.” The employee began, “Dealing with this new job and other things… I look happy on the outside, but on the inside I am so tired. It’s like my life is passing me by, but I can’t even enjoy it, you know?”

“Boy, we sure know how that feels!” Freddy laughed in an almost unstable manner, “Every day we perform show after show… Then we end up back here waiting to do it all again tomorrow! AHAHAHAHA—“

“Calm down…” Bonbon soothed, “What he means to say is it gets pretty lonely down here… It’s hard for us to keep being happy, too…”

The human looked up at the towering animatronic from their sitting position with a new spark in their eyes. Damn… You didn’t realize the robots would be having the same crisis as you. Now you were curious…

“So…What do you both do at night when I’m not here?”

“Well… We try to get some slee—“

“Wait for someone else to come play with us of course!” The bear cut off the rabbit, “As long as someone is here to distract me, I forget the pain for a little while!”

“That doesn’t always work, Freddy… It helps sometimes, but the best thing we can do is take care of ourselves and rest so we can keep going another day.” Bonbon looked to the guard, “Maybe you need to recharge and sleep too?”

“But that’s boringggg!” The larger funtime groaned, “Can’t we play a game instead?! I want to play chase! That will wake us all up!”

“Freddy, our guard friend isn’t in the mood for games tonight… Don’t you remember how it feels when you’re battery is low and you don’t want to play anymore?”

“…Yes…” The bear answered with the tone of a pouting child, before laughing, “It’s okay though! When that happens the silly voice in the walls says we aren’t performing at capacity and gives us zaps until I feel happy again!”

Wait, is that why he immediately went to try and shock you earlier?! You were surprised by how much his sadistic behavior suddenly made sense given that grim context…

“Sorry, guys… It’s only been a week and I am already slipping…” You growled in anger at yourself, “I didn’t mean to—“

“What are you apologizing for?!” Freddy blinked, becoming cheerful again in an unstable sort of way, “It’s okay to be out of battery! I mean… Everyone runs out eventually, right?!”

“Yeah, I-I guess…?”

“So, take a moment to recharge! Do something that zaps you with energy and makes you feel ALIVE—“

“Or take it slow.” Bonbon added tentatively.

“Slow sounds good…” You nodded, “Can I just sleep in here?”

“A sleepover?! Of course you can!” Freddy beamed, “Baby can make the voice in the walls be quiet too! I can go ask her—“

“It seems my audio is malfunctioning—“ Hand Unit blurted, “I will be offline momentarily…”

“Oh, Baby! She’s always listening!” The bear giggled.

“Shhh. Our friend is already falling asleep…” Bonbon whispered.

You were made uneasy by that last statement about Baby, but you passed out before you could really process the implications of it… God were you really falling asleep in this dangerous place? Yes… Yes you were.

[howlingday]

you dong reeally good yang and blake au keep up at it

First / Second / Previously

"And here we have your dorm, Team JNPR." Professor Port said, waving his hand to the door. "Here, you shall share the adventure that is camaraderie, self-improvement, and dare I say, maybe even romantic pursuits?" He wiggled his bush mustache with a chuckle, though it was only amusing to one student. Two of them blushed and looked away, while the third simply stared with dull eyes. "But there will be enough time for that later. You may awaken at any time prior to your first class, but we expect all students to be in their seats before class begins at eight."

"Eight at night?" Nora bounced off the heels of her rabbit feet.

"Ho ho! That is quite the... terrible idea, actually." Professor Port answered, furrowing his brow in thought. He quickly shook his head. "But no, eight in the morning. Breakfast will be served until seven forty-five." He then opened the door, allowing the students into their new home. "Your scrolls should unlock this door, the same as any teaching faculty member may enter, should the need arise." He stepped away, turning away. "This marks the end of your tour around campus. Should you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. I will leave you four to get settled in."

The large professor then left, leaving the four students alone in their room. The thin, blond boy with a hanging dog tail quickly ran into what was the bathroom. The sounds of retching filled the room, making a proper introduction pretty much impossible. However, this did nothing to stop the other three from making their intros to one another.

"I'm Nora, and this is Ren!" The girl pulled the taller boy closer to her. "We're best friends! Together since we were kids!" She then stopped herself. "Oh, but not together-together, you know?"

"I... guess?" Pyrrha flicked her large, round chinchilla ears. "I'm Pyrrha Nikos."

"Well, we already knew that! Right, Ren?" The tall boy simply hummed in agreement.

"Oh." Pyrrha sighed when suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Shambling out was their leader, a pale and sickly-looking boy. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah." He groaned, wiping his forehead. "I just need to take my medicine."

"If you die, can Pyrrha be our leader?"

"Nora!" Ren chided, the first words to come out of his mouth. "I'm very sorry about her. What was your name again?"

"I'm Jaune, Jaune Arc." Suddenly, he got a second wind, standing up straight to look confident. His tail even wagged a little. "Short, sweet, and rolls off the tongue. The ladies love it."

"Was your puke short and sweet when it rolled off your tongue?" Nora asked, earning another chide and apology from Ren.

Pyrrha simply giggled. "Do you need any help, Jaune? We are partners after all."

"Yeah, we are, huh?" Jaune's tail seemed to wag a bit more.

---------------------------------------------------

"Are you sure this is the right person, ma'am?"

"Well, you don't see anyone else, do you, Emerald?" Cinder replied. "Are you Marcus Black?"

The boy heaved heavy breaths as he stood on shaky legs. There was blood all over his shirt and it seemed like every breath was agony for him. He looked up to the two, taller women and answered them.

"No, I'm Mercury. Marcus is my dead." With a light groan, pointing to the burning house behind him. "He was in there."

"Was?" Cinder asked. "Did he leave?"

"Kinda." The boy answered. "He's dead. He's dead and I killed him."

The boy was still in shock, clearly. Not taking any chances, Cinder sent Emerald to the house to confirm. Unfortunately, the boy was right and the assassin they needed was dead inside, buried under a burning support beam. This put a wrench in Cinder's plans, but not for long as she smiled at the boy being tended to by Emerald.

"How would you like to come with us?" Cinder asked, sweetly as a serpent to a mouse. With nowhere else to go, Mercury joined the serpent, and her green-haired friend.

[tetedurfarm]

left her like this on the floor for twenty minutes while we had dinner

[peachybun-bun]

The Condom Tragedy

pairing; Haechan (Lee Donghyuck) x f reader genre; roommate au, slightly smutty?, comedy notes/warnings; Haechan is a little shit. Poor Jisung is drug into this mess out of convivence so there mention of sexual content around him and by him. Dreamies are mentioned as roommates.

work count; 2.2k and some change (if you care about this)

This is an extra bonus post script of a series I decided to continue after getting a couple of requests for Haechan with our Adventure list; PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5 here.

Haechan groans against your skin, as he kisses up your body, his hands gripping your hips. You arch your back, glancing back at him with a smirk, before turning over to lay under him as you gesture towards the nightstand for him to get a condom.

He sighs and nods, laying on top of you, causing you to gasp for a breath and smack his arm. A laugh on your lips, “You ass...just get one and get in me...I need you.”

Haechan wiggles his brows, looking you over as his leg presses between your legs. His brow furrows as his hand slides into the box, not finding what he thought he would. “No...no fucking way.”

You look over at his hands as they search frantically. He slides off you and onto the floor, to his knees, peering into the drawer in desperation. “Baby…”

You realized what had happened, but watching Haechan hold up the empty box of condoms was comical somehow. “Seriously?”

A laugh on your lips that seems to cut your boyfriend to the core, as his eyes widen dramatically. “Are you laughing at a time like this? I’ll pull out…” 

Holding up your hand, you push him back. “Nope...you are like a rabbit. We can’t count on that. I’m going to the doctor next week to get on the pill. I guess we just don’t do anything tonight...or you go ask the others.”

Haechan nods at that suggestion, the other reality not a possibility. He was getting laid tonight, one way or another. “Yeah yeah yeah. The others...they are men, they have dicks…” 

You watch with a laugh as he struggles to pull on his boxers, before pushing his way out the door, letting it slam behind him. Laying back, you sigh and shake your head, wondering if you made a horrible mistake loving this idiot, but the smile he put on your face was answer enough. 

Haechan went to the next door knocking loudly, “Jaemin...ya!”

The door opened to a very annoyed Jaemin, who had clearly been asleep, one eye still closed. He looked over Haechan in his boxers and tilted his head. “What do you want? Why are you naked?” 

“I need to use a condom. We ran out…”

Jaemin can’t help but laugh at the explanation. “That’s because you two can’t keep it in your pants. No, I need mine...they are my brand.”

Haechan starts to make a complaint, but the door shutting in his face was his answer. “Thanks for nothing, you asshole. See what happens when you need to wrap your dick and you run out, I won’t help you either…” 

The next door down was Mark’s room. Haechan groaned, not really wanting to ask his best friend this, but it was probably his best shot. Knocking he waited...and waited...and waited, but no answer. Deciding he would just look and replace one, he tried to push the door open, finding it locked. “No fucking way…Mark Lee! Dude?” 

“He’s not here...he went out.” Jeno stood in his door, watching Haechen curiously.

“Perfect! I need a condom. Let me have one, I’ll get you one back or something.”

Jeno shakes his head at Haechan's statement, a laugh leaving his lips. “I don’t have any. Have you seen any girls in my room, or around me in the past few months? I’m in a dry spell...way to rub it in my face. Also, your dick is literally hanging out, dude...couldn’t you have grabbed some sweats?” 

Haechan groans loudly and pushes past Jeno to the next room, Chenle’s, knocking loudly. “Chenle...buddy?”

The boy comes to the door, and gives the same up and down look as Jaemin, before laughing. “Nope.”

Haechan’s tongue presses to his cheek as the door starts to shut, his hand hitting it before it can. “What do you mean “nope”? Nope what? You don’t have any, or you won’t give me one?”

Chenle laughs again and pushes the door shut with a click. 

“All of you are assholes. Why do I like you?” His eyes find Jeno, who throws up his hands and heads into his room, closing the door. “Ugh! Y/N is going to kill me or give up...these fuckers….” 

Reaching Renjun’s room, Haechan takes a deep breath and knocks, not getting an answer. He soon remembers that he had plans, and wouldn’t be back until the next morning. He considers going in, and just taking what he needed, but if Renjun found out...there was only one person in his house who might actually commit murder, and it was Renjun. 

Jisung watched amused as Haechan wandered room to room with a boner. It was pretty hilarious, as he had been making Jisung’s life pretty uncomfortable for the past few weeks. He had started to go back into his room and shut the door, when Haechan spotted him and ran up to him with a grin.

“Buddy! Jisung...do you happen to have a condom?” 

Jisung raised a brow and simply stared at Haechan. “I used to.”

Haechan was one: shocked that he had bought some, because that meant he thought he had a use for them; and two: he felt hope; until three: he heard the word “used to”. “Used to? What do you mean used to? Where are they now?” 

Gesturing towards Jaemin’s room, Jisung sighs and shrugs. “He said I was too young, and wouldn’t need them. So...he took them.” 

Haechan all but screams, turning towards Y/N’s room, which he had been sharing since you decided to go official. He frowns as he enters, his hard on slightly limp, until he sees you laying on the bed still naked, your fingers sliding towards your core. 

“Baby! NO!” A squeal leaving his lips as he moves to grab your wrist, holding your fingers to his lips. “No, no, no don’t. I’m dying. Baby, no one has any, or if they do they aren’t aren’t sharing.”

You sigh, having been pulled away from taking care of yourself, but he looked so desperate and cute. “Then, you better take your ass around the corner and get some, Lee Donghyuck.” 

Haechan’s face falls at your command, and the use of his full name. “Leave the house, with my dick hard?”

You glance at it. It was harder than the moment he had re-entered the room, but not full attention. Reaching your hand to rub your fingers over him, you feel a bit of spring as he groans and nods. “Yep I’ll do it. Don’t you move, don’t you touch. Please, I’m begging you, I’ll rock your world.” 

You watch as Haechan gets dressed, faster than you have even seen him move in the entire time you have known him. He looks back at you grabbing your arms, pinning them at your side, before tucking the blanket around you tightly. “Okay, you know just in case.” Leaning to press a kiss to your lips, you laugh watching him head towards the door, his erection still very clearly visible in his sweatpants. There was some sort of poetic justice in all this. 

Haechan moves back to Jisung’s door and knocks loudly, pulling the boy out as soon as the door is open. “I need your help, you are coming with me to the store…”

Jisung groans and looks back at his room, not wanting to go out. “Why? Aren’t you busy with other things?” 

Groaning, Haechan runs a hand over his face, as the other arm keeps Jisung moving towards the front door. They only slow down enough for the pair to slip on shoes, before heading out to his car. “That’s the entire point my dude. My dick is hard, and I need condoms. I’m driving, you don’t have your license yet, but you can go in and get what I need, so I can get back and finish business.” 

Jisung wrinkles his nose at the phrase “finish business”. That didn’t sound very romantic, but neither did some of the sounds he had heard come out of that room. In his defense, he wasn’t super knowledgeable about the entire process. “And what do I get?” He lurched in the seat, putting on the seat belt as quickly as possible, as Haechan sped out of the driveway and into the road, going in the direction of the convenience store. 

“Uh...1000 won?”

Jisung scoffs at this ridiculous offer, “Make it 5000 won, and I’ll do it.”

Haechan gasps at this blackmail, and glances at the obvious member of the mafia he had sitting in his car. “You little shit...fine, but you need to be quick. You don’t get it, Jisung...I had to tuck her in. She’ll take care of it herself, and then I’ll have to jack off in the shower. I can’t let that happen.” 

Furrowing his brows, Jisung shakes his head, and looks at the store as they pull into the strip mall parking lot.

Once parked, Haechan pulls out his wallet and gives Jisung 10,000 won. “Get Magnum, the Trojan ones...nothing smaller, or they won’t work. Got it? A larger box...oh, and get a bar of chocolate. That’ll make her happy for having to wait.” Watching Jisung get out of the car, Haechan leans down to look at his friend yelling, “And fucking hurry!”

Waving him off, Jisung heads into the store with the sound of a bell, feeling a bit embarrassed by the situation. It had taken him hours to work up the courage to buy his own small box, and then those had been taken from him. Now Haechan expected him to buy some horse sized giant box, like it was no big deal. 

Finding a bar of chocolate first, Jisung browses near the condom section at first aid products. He was amused to find a small box of finger condoms, used to cover wounds during food prep. “I have more than enough for a joke like that…” Smirking, he holds them in the same hand as the chocolate, before moving on to the actual reason for him being there. It was like he could feel the cashier’s eyes digging into the back of his skull as he browsed the brands and sizes.  

Ribbed for her pleasure, barely there, spiked? What the hell? Jisung’s cheeks flushed. He finally found the black box that Haechan had mentioned, bringing his items to the front and laying them in front of the waiting girl behind the register.

“This all?” 

“Mmhm…” Nodding, he avoided her eyes as she rang it up and took his money, giving him his change. “Hey, could I have two bags?”

The girl raised a brow, but handed him a second bag, before turning back to her phone, not giving him another glance.

Jisung took the time to put the chocolate and finger condoms into one bag, and the actual condoms into the other. He put the bag with the condoms in his jeans, at the back, before heading towards the car and the waiting Haechan. 

Leg bouncing the entire car, Haechan groans as a picture comes through to his phone of your vibrator and a message that just says ‘Are you coming back? I’m bored.’

He groans and throws his head back, rubbing his palm over his sweatpants, before looking at the store annoyed, until his eyes find Jisung opening the door. “Yes! My man. Good work. Let me check.”

Jisung slides into the seat, and hands over the bag and the change, minus his 5000 won, a smirk on his lips, which he hides by turning his head.

Haechan looks at the chocolate, figuring it was good enough, but dead pans upon seeing the finger condoms. “What the fuck are these?” 

“Those are big enough right? They said condoms on them.” Jisung tries not to laugh as Haechan glares into the bag, and then at him.

“No, they aren’t big enough, is this a joke? Do I need to whip my dick out, and show you why I said what I needed? I swear to god...I’ll do it…” 

Jisung groans and reaches behind him, as Haechan’s hand starts to move his pants, the actual box in a bag landing over his lap. Checking the bag, Haechan lets out a sigh of relief and puts the car into gear, but not before smacking Jisung over the back of the head. “It’s not funny, I could die. People die from blue balls.” 

He thought he might throw up, and also that statement was a lie. Jisung was also pretty positive you couldn’t have blue balls if you had sex every single day like Haechan did. “You are gross...I thought it was hard living with you two when you weren’t having sex, but now you two are unbearable.” 

Haechan laughs and glances at Jisung, as they head back home. “You’ll get it one day. The sexual attraction is just too strong, she can’t keep her hands off of me.” 

The car parked, Haechan left Jisung trying to get his seat belt undone and the door open, by the time he had already ran into the house and down the hall to your bedroom. The distinct sounds of buzzing fills his ears as his hand hits the door handle. Turning the knob, Haechan groans dramatically at the sight, whining an octave higher than his speaking voice, “But I just got back!”

[hunterstwinkboyfie]

1 | The First Day

Author's note: EHEHEH CHAPTER 1 LETS GO

I copied and pasted this from the wattpad so formatting it right was such a pain,, anyways enjoy my brain gunk!

Words: 2,381

Song credits: Remember Me by Miguel

Edited: ☑

Masterlist

"I can't believe you actually made it"

I laughed, "Wow, Jaina, now I know how much faith you had in me."

"Not like that and you know it!"

"I'm so proud of you, (Y/n)!" Irina wrapped her arms around me, squeezing me tight.

I squeezed back. "I can tell, you're actually giving me a gub."

"This is a once in a lifetime opportunity," she said, letting go. "Savor it."

"Oh trust me," I said, putting the last few things in my bag. "I savored every second."

"Okay girls," we heard my dad from the other room. "Let him finish packing, he has to leave soon!"

Jaina yelled back, "We're giving him emotional support!" To which we heard him laugh at.

Throwing my bag around my shoulder and grabbing BunBun, my white rabbit palisman, the three of us head out to the main room where my dad was sitting on the couch, waiting for us.

Once he noticed us he stood up and walked over to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. "Wow, I can't believe my baby's going to his new life in the Emperor's Coven, and only at 14 years old." He started tearing up. "I'm so proud of you." He gubbed me, holding me tight like I might slip away.

I gubbed him back, "Hey, don't talk like it's goodbye, I'm just joining the best coven in the Boiling Isles, not signing my life away."

He laughed, "Yeah, yeah you're right." He let go, wiping away a few tears. "Have fun, and show Emperor Belos how powerful of a witch you are."

I smiled, "I'll put on a show like he's never seen."

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my wrist. Looking at it, it was the alarm I set on my watch to head out to the castle. I turned it off and walked to the door. Looking back, I smiled. I know I was the one who said this wasn't goodbye, but damn did it feel like it. I took in as many details of the three most important people in my world as I could.

My father, Dailin Pillera, a tall, light skinned man with blue hair and brown eyes, with a beard of course. He raised me all on his own, says that my mother, whoever she was, didn't care about me and left him with me all alone, but he didn't need her. He's an amazing father, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

And my two best friends, Irina Erima and Jaina Walker. Irina has long, purple hair and light purple eyes, with tan skin, and she's a little shorter than me - both of them are actually. Irina was always the more talkative one but she balances out me and Jaina. Jaina has short, black hair and green eyes with the palest skin I have ever seen. She can talk your ear off if given the chance, but she's always been more of the quiet, nerdy type with a bit of hardworking handyman mixed in.

They've been with me through thick and thin for the last few years. It's going to be weird not seeing them as often.

"Well," I said. "Guess I should head out. Don't wanna be late for my first day."

The three of them ran up to me, gubbing me one last time in a group gub.

"Please be safe."

"Don't forget us!"

"Teach that coven about the beauty of gubs."

I laughed. "Yeah yeah yeah, now seriously." I wiggled out and stepped away, opening the door. "I have to go."

I looked at them one last time.

"I love you guys."

"We love you too!"

I smiled again, watching as BunBun turned into a staff. I sat on it, flying away towards the castle where I would start my new life.

As I was flying I looked down at the Boiling Isles. It all looked so small from up here, yet at the same time, seeing the Titan made me realize just how big it is - how much life has grown on its corpse. I wonder if it had any friends, any family. What's life like for a titan? How did it die? Did it choose to give life to everything we have now, or was it just a happy coincidence? Does it really still have consciousness after all this time?

Can Emperor Belos even talk to it?

I shook my head, trying to shake the thoughts away. I shouldn't think of the emperor in such a way. I mean, who am I to question him? I should focus my energy on the journey ahead of me.

A new life awaits me in the Emperor's Coven. I wonder how many friends I'll make. What if I meet the Emperor, or even the Golden Guard? I heard there'll be a new one appointed soon, I hope I get to at least see them once.

What will I do if I meet Lilith? I've looked up to her and the Emperor my whole life; she's become my idol. What if I trip in front of her? I'm definitely going to embarrass myself- I should just head back now-

I shook my head again. I really just need to stop thinking sometimes.

It hasn't even been a day but I miss my friends. I miss my dad.

...

I miss my sister. I miss playing Grudgby with her, even if she always went super easy on me since I was younger.

I took a shaky breath in. This is for her.

In hopes of distracting myself - and honoring her memory - I started softly, and painfully slowly to anyone listening, singing a song I wrote for her way back when to myself to try and make the flight to the castle go quicker without my mind spiraling.

Remember Me

Though I have to say goodbye

When I looked back, I couldn't see my little neighborhood anymore.

Remember Me

Don't let it make you cry

Can I really survive in the emperor's coven? Just mentally, without my friends?

For even if I'm far away I hold you in my heart

I have to. If I can't, I'll never be strong enough to protect the ones I love.

I sing a secret song to you each night we are apart

But, even still...

Remember Me

Though I have to travel far

This is taking a lot longer than I would've liked.

Remember Me

Each time you hear a sad guitar

I'm surprised I was able to find a way to take my few instruments with me.

Know that I'm with you the only way that I can be

I'm leaving everyone I love behind for a hope, not even a promise. I'm a horrible person.

Until you're in my arms again

No, they were all happy for me and supportive. I have to go through with this, for them.

For her.

Remember

The castle was suddenly in view.

Me

I flew down to the entrance, looking up in awe at how big it is. As I landed, BunBun changed back and sat on my shoulder, looking with me. Suddenly, a coven scout walked up to me.

"Are you here as a new recruit?"

I stiffened, and nodded, saluting. "(Y/n) Pillera from Hexside, 14 years old."

The scout laughed. "I didn't ask for your life story. Go over there where you see the other recruits lined up. We have a lot right now so you'll all be going through basic training together." They pointed to a line of people.

I nodded. "Thank you." I got in line and the first thing I noticed was that I was the only kid. Everyone else was a lot taller than me and looked a lot older, it made me anxious.

The person in front of me turned around and looked at me. They smiled. "You joining too?" I nodded. "I'm Steve. He/him." He held out his hand.

I blinked, looking at it. Hesitantly, I took it, shaking it. "(Y/n), he/him."

Steve smiled again. "Nice to meet you, (Y/n). What's someone as young as you doing joining the emperor's coven?"

"Well..." I thought for a moment about my answer. "I didn't wanna give up practicing all magic."

He nodded. "That's a good reason. I'm in it for the power. Guess we're kind of similar in that way, huh."

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess."

As Steve and I kept talking, I learned he has a younger half-brother at home who seems really proud of him. I told him about my family and friends at home too. We also talked more about our interests, and even though there are quite a few differences between us, we still got along pretty well.

Soon enough we made it to the front of the line. Steve finished his sign in thing, and I was next.

"Name?"

"(Y/n) Pillera."

"Ah, the child." The scout sounded bored and it made me kind of uncomfortable. "Wrist."

I held out my wrist and the scout gave me my sigil. I looked at my wrist with wide eyes. It's right there, this is really happening.

I'm in the emperor's coven.

"The scout to your left will take your things and the scout ahead of him will take your palisman."

I looked at the scout confused. "My palisman?"

The scout sighed, clearly annoyed. "Only the absolute best scouts are allowed to have a staff, let alone a palisman. Not even the covenheads have palismen, kid."

"Oh... Okay." I stepped away from the table to not keep up the line and looked at BunBun. She looked back up at me with a sad look in her eyes that broke my heart.

There has to be a way for me to get through without having to give BunBun up, but before I could think of one, the person behind me was shoving me forward. I gulped.

"It'll... It'll be okay, BunBun. I'll get you back, don't worry." I did my best to give her a reassuring smile and she gave me sad, but hopeful eyes.

I walked up to the first scout and handed him my bag. Then, I walked up to the next scout. I gave BunBun a gub. "I'll see you soon, okay?" She nodded and turned into a staff. I handed her to the scout and walked towards the small crowd of the newest recruits. I tried to find Steve but I couldn't see above everyone so looking quickly became pointless.

Then I noticed everyone giving me weird glances and whispering. I listened in to see what they had to say about me.

"Is that really him? The kid prodigy?"

"Yeah. Honestly, he looks pretty weak, I bet he doesn't last a week."

"Isn't he like 14 or something? Why'd they let an actual child in?"

"But did you hear? He's not the only one. Apparently the emperor's nephew is joining too, and he's only 14 too."

"Emperor Belos has a nephew? I figured he didn't have any family left."

Emperor Belos has a nephew? And he's my age? And he's joining the emperor's coven too?

"Hey, fellow new recruits! Ready to train to be the best?" A voice said, seemingly way too excitedly for the rest of the crowd. That voice though, it sounds pretty young.

Is it him?

I followed the source of the voice, trying to find him. When I finally weaved through the crowd enough, I found a pale blonde boy, a little taller than me. He had a nervous smile on his face, looking up at the other recruits. "I... Don't know how to talk to people, do I?" He sighed, his face dropping.

I laughed a bit at his realization. "Yeah, you don't." He looked at me, surprised. I walked up to him and held out my hand. He flinched a bit which was weird, but I didn't think much of it. "But, I can teach you. I'm (Y/n). You must be the emperor's nephew everyone's talking about."

"Oh, you've heard about me through them?" He looked down, almost sadder than before.

"Yeah, but I'm not really one to listen to gossip unless it's from a reliable source." I moved my hand out a bit more, trying to get him to shake it.

He looked up at my hand and finally shook it, looking back up at me. "I'm Hunter. You said you're (Y/n)? Rumor has it you're some child prodigy."

I looked away embarrassed, taking my hand away and putting it behind my neck. "I don't think I'm that good."

"Well, you must be," Hunter started. "You made it all the way to the emperor's coven, it's not easy to get here."

I blushed. "I- well- stop it."

Hunter chuckled a bit. "Of course you can't be as good as me, but I'm sure you're almost there."

I smiled in amused disbelief. "Okay seriously. Stop it."

He laughed.

"So," I started, "did you have a palisman too?"

He looked almost offended. "What? No, those things are dangerous!"

"Dangerous?? How are they dangerous?"

"Well duh, they're made from wild magic."

I considered his point for a moment. "Yeah sure, counterpoint, they're a cute little friend who helps you use stronger magic!"

"Helpful or not," Hunter said, crossing his arms across his chest, "they're still made out of wild magic. Still dangerous."

I rolled my eyes. "You're just jealous you don't have one and I do."

Hunter was about to retaliate, but a coven scout started talking before he could.

"Alright, recruits! Welcome to your new lives. Today starts your basic training. We'll start easy with some witches duels to see where everyone stands, and, since we have a special recruit this time around, Emperor Belos will be watching your training himself!"

Immediately there were gasps and insecure murmurs within the crowd, me and Hunter included.

I was definitely nervous that Emperor Belos would be watching, to say the absolute least.

The coven scout continued talking. "If you'll please follow Trisha over there, she'll lead you to the arena!"

The crowd started moving before me and Hunter, and in fear of losing him like I lost Steve, I grabbed his hand so we would stay together. It took him a second, but he held it and we made our way to the arena with the rest of the crowd.

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the red wolf

chapter one: two swords

oberyn martell x fem!reader

WARNINGS: mentions and descriptions of violence (GOT canon typical), talk of death, language

WORDS: 3.5K

EXCERPT: Sunlight streamed through the window, the painted glass covering the two of you in an array of colours. When you had arrived in King’s Landing, you were sure it was the most beautiful place you had ever been. How could Winterfell compare to this sunlight and sea and splendor? But the longer you stayed, the more you saw that the beauty was but a thin layer, covering the stench of violence and greed.

A/N: this is in second person, but the reader insert character belongs to a canon house which of course implies physical characteristics, including her being white! (ik this is a problem for some reader inserts being coded white so i wanted to address it here)

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Your hands trembled as they threaded through the soft, red locks. You used to do this when she was younger, you recalled, when she couldn’t sleep or was feeling ill or had a frightful dream.

It wasn’t just a dream this time.

Her shaky breath was warm against your neck, and you pulled her head closer in against you. Tears fell down the front of your bodice and you swallowed thickly, as you felt a familiar burn behind your own eyes. You willed the tears not to fall.

“It isn’t fair,” came her voice, impossibly small, against your bare skin. Her hands gripped tightly into the dense fabric of your skirts. “He wasn’t a traitor.”

You shushed her gently, your free hand ghosting up and down her back. You longed for the days when she was small enough for you to collect her in your lap, hold her close to your breast, as your mother had done for you both.

Another sob wracked her body, and you squeezed your eyes painfully shut at the sound. You hated it, you hated this. How you couldn’t protect her, or your father, or your brothers, or anyone.

“Sansa,” you whispered, taking her face in your hands, tilting it up to look into yours. Your heart shattered again at the sight of her, skin glistening with her tears, eyes and lips swollen and flushed from crying. You rested your forehead against hers, thumbs stroking her over delicate features. “You cannot say those things outside of this room. Tell me you know this, please.”

Your voice broke on the last word, emotion clawing its way up your throat. You loathed to ask this of her, to harden her once trusting and open spirit even further, but you needed her to know it. You wouldn’t give the Lannisters any excuse to hurt her, too.

“I do,” she choked out, fresh tears spilling over. You pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, pulling her back into your arms.

Sunlight streamed through the window, the painted glass covering the two of you in an array of colours. When you had arrived in King’s Landing, you were sure it was the most beautiful place you had ever been. How could Winterfell compare to this sunlight and sea and splendor? But the longer you stayed, the more you saw that the beauty was but a thin layer, covering the stench of violence and greed.

“We are Starks, my sweet sister.” You resumed combing through Sansa’s long hair; you weren’t sure if it was a comfort to her or to you. “We will not yield.”

—

The great walls of Winterfell rose behind you, as your feet carried you through the tall grass that grew uncontrolled just outside the keep’s gates. Small creatures darted to and fro under its cover. A gentle wind blew across your face, pushing your hair to the side. You heard the call of a wild raven overhead.

Winter bounded past you, the direwolf’s strong limbs carrying him far ahead of you with ease, though his grey speckled coat made him easy to find against the late summer colours of the grass. He turned back to look at you, mouth wide open in a pant, then gave an impatient bark. You laughed, shaking your head.

“You know I cannot keep up!” You called out to him, as if he could understand your reply. But ever since Winter had been a small pup, brought to Winterfell by your brothers with the rest of the litter, it had felt like he could. All the time you had trained him, he had tilted his head at your affirmations and musings, and had burrowed into your side when you were upset. It was an inexplicable connection between the two of you.

He waited patiently for you now, tail wagging and legs bouncing in excitement. He always loved these excursions outside the walls, and it provided a convenient excuse for you. As much as you loved to blame Winter and his need to get out for air, the same desire always burned within you as well.

Your bow and arrow shifted across your back as you increased your pace. The tips of your fingers grazed across the flowers that periodically sprung up from the dense grass. You made a note to pick some on your way back, for Sansa and little Rickon. You knew they’d enjoy them.

The treeline seemed to swallow the sun overhead as you passed beneath it, relishing in the coolness of the air here. Of course, the air had become cooler and cooler with every day that passed now. Winter is coming, your father harped on. And he was right, as usual. The arrival of your first winter sent a trickle of excitement through your entire body whenever you dwelt on it. Mother and father and Uncle Benjen had told you stories of winter, of the endless white and sparkling ice which could drip from the overhangs in the courtyard.

Winter ran excited circles around you as you set your quiver against the ground. You signalled to him with your hand, a communication in the language only the two of you spoke, and he settled promptly down to the ground, back end still wiggling with excitement. But he knew the best was yet to come if he waited.

Pointing the bow at the ground, you pulled an arrow from the quiver, resting it and nocking it against the string. Hooking two of your fingers around the end of the arrow, you scanned your eyes across the shadowed forest floor.

Before long, a movement caught your eye. A small rabbit sat, just a few yards ahead of you, chewing on some of the greenery there. You brought the arrow slowly, silently, up to your eye level, barely daring to breathe, lest you scare timid the creature away. You gripped the bow tightly in your opposite hand. Bringing the string straight backwards to sit next to your face, you tried to envision the path once you released it. Taking one last deep breath, you snapped your fingers off the string.

The arrow flew, fast and long through the air, and finally — fell a few feet left of the rabbit, spooking it into running deeper into the woods.

“Shit,” you cursed, collecting the wayward projectile from where it had sunk into the earth.

“Now, I don’t think your mother would appreciate that language.” A deep voice emerged from behind you, exciting Winter to stand and jump once around again.

“Father!” You gasped, whirling around. “I am so sorry, I know I shouldn’t speak that way, I would never—”

He held up a hand to cut off your babble, a small smile settling on his time weathered face. “It’s alright. I have cursed too many times to reprimand it from any of my children.”

You mirrored his smile, moving to stand beside him. You looked down at your bow a little sheepishly. “I was just trying to practice a bit. You know how Jon and Robb like to tease.”

“I do.” He placed a firm hand on your shoulder. “But you shouldn’t be out here alone, sweet.”

“I have Winter with me.”

He laughed at that, moving his hand now to scratch behind the ears of the direwolf still pacing eagerly between the two of you. Winter yipped in excitement, pushing up against his hand.

“Winter is about as ferocious as a newborn babe,” he teased. “The opposite of Greywind, might I add. Anyone but Robb approaches, and that wolf is on alert.”

“Winter just has a gentle heart, is all.” You drop to one knee, letting the direwolf nuzzle into your chest, stroking his soft ears.

“It’s not unlike the differences between you and Robb, truth be told. Strange, how you can share a womb with another living being, and yet grow to be so distinct.” He had a far away expression on his face when you looked up. You stood again, allowing him to grasp your hands in his.

“You’re not here just to chastise me for going beyond the walls.” You knew, too well, the expression on Ned Stark’s face when he had to speak of things he didn’t want to.

He nodded. “Sweet child … you know I have nothing but respect for you and your choices. But, I am afraid it has become an unavoidable truth. Your mother and I have discussed this, and we have decided that once we arrive in King’s Landing, we need to decide on a man for you to marry.”

Your face was impassive as you considered his words. You knew in any other family, in any other man’s house, you would have been wed as soon as you’d bled for the first time. But your father had allowed you to grow and mature past that, and you cherished those years, holding them close to your heart. You squeezed his hands.

“I know, Father. And I am happy to do my duty as the eldest daughter of the house. You needn't feel guilty — I know you won’t marry me to a monster.” Your lips quirked upwards. And it was true; you had the utmost trust in your father that he would choose someone kind, someone level headed. That he would make a match considering your wishes, too, and it would be a life you could grow to love a man in.

He sighed, shoulders sagging in relief. You wondered if the prospect of marrying his first daughter, his first child, was more difficult for him than it was for you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re a good daughter. But still a mediocre marksman; come, let me show you where you went wrong,” he said, picking up your discarded bow and quiver.

—

You longed to be in those woods now, with your wolf and your father and your bow. In your home. All the beauty and splendor and opulence of King’s Landing could never erase the horrors you’d endured here.

You glanced behind you, where Tyrion and her handmaiden were trying their best to implore Sansa to eat something. There was an impressive array of foods strewn about the small table, though your younger sister touched none of them.

As you watched, her handmaiden — whom you suspected was no handmaiden at all, given her incompetence at her job — rose from the table, shooting a glare at Lord Tyrion.

“She needs to eat,” she quipped, looking up at you briefly before she left, her light skirts swaying gently as she retreated down the garden path.

You turned and sat slowly in her vacated seat, saying nothing. Sansa didn’t spare you a glance, her eyes vacant as she continued to look at the table in front of her, not really seeing it.

“I can’t let you starve,” Tyrion implored. You bit back the remark on the edge of your tongue. How amusing it was to think of a Lannister caring for a Stark’s wellbeing. Even if it was the Stark he’d been wed to. “I swore to protect you. My lady, I am your husband. Let me help you.”

“How can you help me?”

“I don’t know, but I can try.”

“I lie awake all night staring at the canopy, thinking about how they died.” This you knew to be true, as those past nights you had curled yourself around her, in her marital bed, unable to sleep, but equally unable to leave her alone in this place. Sansa continued.

“Do you know what they did to my brother? How they sewed his direwolf’s head onto his body?” You shut your eyes tightly, images of Robb coming unbidden to the back of your eyelids. His gentle smile, his awful jokes, his tenderness as you’d raised that very direwolf alongside your own. “And my mother. They cut her throat to the bone and threw her body in the—”

“Sansa, please,” you choked out. You could not take any more, or surely the tears you had so desperately supressed for days would finally emerge. She sent a cool glance your way, but stopped.

Tyrion cast his eyes down; you could tell he was carefully considering his next words. Ever the silver tongue. “What happened to your family was a terrible crime. I didn’t know your brother. He seemed like a good man, but I didn’t know him. Your mother, I admired her. She wanted to have me executed, but I admired her. She was a strong woman. And she was fierce when it came to protecting her children. Sansa … your mother would want you to carry on. Both of you. You know it’s true.”

Sansa didn’t make any indication she had heard his valiant speech. Good, you thought to yourself. She stood, hands lightly falling onto the edge of the table. “Will you pardon me, my Lord? I’d like to visit the godswood.”

“Of course,” Tyrion nodded enthusiastically, brows drawn together. The scar you knew he’d gotten during the Battle of Blackwater Bay was deep set above one eye. “Prayer can be helpful, I hear.”

“I don’t pray any more,” she said quietly, as she began walking away. “It’s the only place I go where people don’t talk to me.”

You watched her form as she walked away, knowing she wouldn’t want you to follow. Your heart felt like it was being crushed inside your chest at the sight of it, at the knowledge that you could do nothing for her pain. Nothing for your own pain, even.

Tyrion appeared conflicted, eyes looking between where his wife had now left, and you where you remained seated. You took a deep breath, straightening your back.

“You needn’t stay and pretend to care for me as well,” she quipped, jaw tense. “... my Lord.”

Another Lord, another Lannister even, would have struck you. But perhaps marrying your child sister had curbed that edge in Tyrion, for he said nothing else before taking his leave from you.

As he turned the corner in the path, you sighed, dropping your shoulders. You stood from the table, returning to your previous spot, overlooking the sea. You let out a shaking breath as you leaned against the short garden wall.

The sea churned beneath you, it's great waves smashing ferociously on the rocks below. It smelled of salt and wind and you tried desperately to fill your lungs with it, to wash away every other feeling inside of you.

“A wolf of winter in the summer gardens; a strange sight indeed.” A lilting, accented voice came up behind you. Turning, you saw a tall man adorned in mustard robes, accents of fine jewelry hanging from his neck, on his hands, wrists, everywhere you could see. His skin was tan, golden, in a way you had never seen before, and the top of his robe exposed the start of a golden chest. His neatly trimmed beard and hair were dark, but not as dark as his eyes, which bore into you now.

You noticed the red suns stitched into the fabric of his robes — House Martell. Your father would never forgive you if you forgot all those long lessons on the great families of Westeros.

“My Lord,” you inclined your head politely in his direction, willing your body into the proper posture. “You’ve arrived from Dorne, for the wedding I presume?”

The man raised an eyebrow at you, stepping closer, until he stood directly in front of you. One step forward and you would be in direct contact with the expanse of his chest.

“You paid attention to your schooling on Houses,” he said lightly. He reached down to grab one of your hands that hung by your side, bringing it slowly up to his lips. “I am Prince Oberyn, indeed of Dorne. Forgive my manners, but I do not believe I need an introduction to you, Lady Stark.”

His dark eyes held yours, as he leaned in further. You could feel his breath on your face. It was pleasantly warm, and smelled of … oranges? “I heard of the tragic events that befell your family, at the hands of your benefactors.” He spit the last word.

“I do not know what you mean,” you breathed out. You pleaded with him with your eyes, please don’t do this; don’t make me speak it where they can hear. “The Lannisters have been most kind and generous to me and my sister, more than we deserve even. My family …” You swallowed thickly; your skin felt hot despite the shade. “My family betrayed the crown, and has paid their price.”

Oberyn’s brows drew together in a worried expression as he studied your face. You didn’t look away from his gaze, holding him there, trying not to show a crack in the facade. He ran a light hand up your arm, and though he barely touched you, a shiver ran across your skin. It came to rest on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles over the fabric there.

“Little wolf, I assure you that the Lannisters are no friends of mine.” Something dark flashed in his eyes, for only a moment, so fleeting you weren’t even sure it had been there. “They have ripped apart my family with their teeth, also.”

You felt that particular burn in your eyes, and you pressed your nails into the palms of your hands, willing it away. You eyed the man’s hand where it still sat on your shoulder.

“Yet you break bread with them, do you not?” Your eyes were glued onto his as they cast downwards. “You come peacefully to King’s Landing, you bring wedding gifts for King Joffrey, and you drink from their cups.”

Your breathing was heavy now, emotion you had pushed into the deepest parts of yourself leaking out. You shut your eyes, shaking your head. This was a Prince.

“I … I am sorry, Prince Oberyn, I should not have—” He cut you off, gently pressing a hand to the side of your face. The skin of his fingers was rough, calloused, no doubt from years of fighting.

“You do not need to apologize, little wolf.”

“You shouldn’t call me that here.”

The side of his mouth quirked upwards at that, one delicate brow arching. It transformed the planes of his face, and you found yourself transfixed on the shapes and textures set into his tanned skin.

“I do believe we are alone here, little wolf.” Teasing now, he used the nickname with purpose. You liked the shape of it on his lips, though you still fought the overwhelming urge to peer over your shoulder at whoever may be watching.

“You don’t understand, my Lord.” You shook your head again, and his hand fell from your cheek. “King’s Landing is a pit of snakes. And they are always — always — listening. You are a Prince of Dorne and I…” You didn’t finish. I am nothing but a stupid girl who waited too long to marry, is too old for the King, is tainted and stained with the stench of my family’s rebellion. I am doused in their blood, being made to drown in it.

Your palm felt wet, drawing your attention down. Opening it, you saw blood welling from the four small crescent shaped tears that now appeared in the delicate skin there. Oberyn’s eyes followed yours, and they softened at the sight, cupping your hand in both of his. They were so large around yours, and steady.

“I am a Prince of Dorne,” he said, his voice quiet, not looking at your face. He pulled a handkerchief from the inside of his robe, next to his chest. Gently, he wrapped it around the palm of your hand, seemingly unbothered by the blood which immediately began to blot onto it. Many moons had taught you that blood never came off. Tying it secure under your knuckles, he met your eyes, lifting your head with a finger under your chin. “And if this is indeed a pit of snakes, it is a good thing you are in the company of the Viper. Your words — all of your words — are safe with me, little wolf.”

You wanted so badly to believe him, to think that there was someone in this wretched place you could trust, outside of your sister. That a man was really looking upon you with kind, genuine eyes, for the first time since they’d taken your father’s head from his shoulders.

The sea crashed particularly forcefully below, startling you. He leaned back now, pulling his hands away from you, and you immediately missed their warmth. As if he had carried the Dornish sun within his very body, all the way to King’s Landing. He kissed your unwrapped hand again, briefly, and he sent you another smile before beginning to retreat, hands clasped behind his back.

At the mouth of the garden entrance, he turned halfway, face playful now. “I should like to make strolling in these gardens a daily habit whilst I’m here; there is so much to see. Would you care to join me in that?”

You nodded, smiling; a small one, but the first smile you remembered giving genuinely to someone in a long time.

A/N: aaah this was so fun to do that i ended up finishing it waaay sooner than i thought i would! so excited to see what people think!! also it will probably end up being oberyn x ellaria x reader bc... i love her and i love bisexuals

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Grant You a Universe | Luke Patterson

Requested: Yes/No

wait because here me out, Luke as a quarterback AU like— imagine that, yeah imma request that, a luke quarterback au pls 🥺BUT HES THE COCKY GET ALL THE GIRLS QUARTERBACK YEAH YEAH AND READER IS POPULAR BUT THEY DON’T DATE BUT EVERYONE WANTS THEM TO BE THE POPULAR COUPLE CLICHÉ OMG

A/N: This is the longest I ever worked on a fic, I think? I hope you like it! 

Pairing: 90′s!Luke x Reader

Song(s) used: None (WHAT?! Yeah, I know, shocking!)

Warnings: Cheating, implied abuse, party, drinking, someone is drunk, aggression

Words:  6,868

The first time he saw her was Freshman year during football tryouts. While he was on the field, trying to pay attention to whatever the coach was blabbing about, she was running around it. Her ponytail whipping around her head as her feet pounded against the red gravel of the race rink. She was a flash of pink and brown hair, but it was enough for Luke to become infatuated with her. He didn’t even care when he became the quarterback that year. All he cared about was her. He needed to know who she was and ask her on a date, even if it were the last thing he did.  

The first time he ever spoke to her was a few days later, after their first game in Freshman year. She was sitting in the bleachers, cheering on the team, and Luke couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter as this beautiful girl cheered him on with every touchdown he scored. 

After the game, she came down to say hi to Bobby, the team’s Running Back and the girl’s best friend. Luke knew this. He had seen the two of them together a lot during lunches and in the hallways, but never dared to ask the boy that became a friend of his too, what this girl’s name was or what her deal was. 

But the fact that she came to say hi to him, gave Luke an opportunity to talk to her, too. “Hey, Bobbers, nice touchdowns,” the girl teased her best friend, who hadn’t scored any today. He did assist on some of Luke’s touchdowns. 

“Oh, shut it, y/n,” Bobby muttered and shoved her in the shoulder. He turned when Luke patted him on the back as he joined the group. “Good game, Patterson,” he said to the floppy haired boy next to him. The boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off his best friend for one second. 

“You too, Bobbers,” he repeated y/n’s nickname for her best friend, earning an eyebrow raise from the girl he’s been crushing for a week straight now. Even her eyes were captivating. The dark brown reflected gold in the setting sun.    

“You making fun of my nicknames, Patterson?” she asked, one corner of her mouth tugging up into a smirk. The boy became a stuttering mess at the teasing tone in her voice. 

“No, I uhm… I-I…” he scratched the back of his neck at a loss for words. “I’m Luke, by the way.” Y/N giggle reached his ears like a sweet lullaby. She shook her head at the boy. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Her straightforward reply haunted his brain for years to follow. He never knew what it meant but it became the thing that started a blossoming friendship. A friendship that made them the infamous ‘it-couple-that-wasn’t-a-couple’ by junior year. A title neither of you wanted, being in the ‘popular’ clique was already too much. 

“Chicaaaas!” Luke called out as he and Bobby walked into the student lounge where y/n and Lydia, her best friend and captain of the cheerleading team, were having some tea and chatting about girl stuff -- as Luke himself liked to say. “Party tonight at Alexis Bryan’s place, are we going or?” he rubbed his hands together as if he’d just concocted the greatest scheme of all time. 

Y/N smiled up at both boys and said, “Lyds and I were actually talking about having a sleepover tonight and making a puzzle together.” The two boys groaned and rolled their eyes at her answer. “What?” she asked. 

“You sound like two grandmas!” Bobby exclaimed and ran his hand through his dark hair. 

“Hey! No hate against grandmas!” Lydia exclaimed with a scowl on her face. Bobby raised his hands in defense before everyone turned to Luke, who was looking down at y/n. 

“I don’t know, Luke… I really don’t feel like running into Matt tonight.” 

“Come on, y/n. I’m literally nothing with my party partner in crime!” His eyes begged and pleaded, which was something y/n hadn’t quite learned how to resist yet. She’d tried to. Many a time. But she always had to give in eventually. 

Even now. “Fine,” she said. “But you’re gonna have to promise to dance with me!” Luke rolled his eyes at the compromise, but couldn’t help the smile finding its way to his cheeks. No matter how hard it was for y/n to say no to Luke, it was twice as hard for him to say no to her. 

“Fine,” he grumbled. 

That night, as y/n took her scalding hot shower in preparation for the party, she reminisced over the past few years and how much her life changed since she started high school. Her mind wandered over the first day, when she clung to Bobby’s bicep because she was so scared of all the new things around her. She remembered how tiny and scared she felt, but all of that washed away when Bobby reassured her he wouldn’t leave her side. Only when he went to try out for football and she tried out for the running team. Then her mind jumped to the day she met Luke at the football game and how he immediately caught her attention. Ever since that day, her life had become this big-ass chaos. If it weren’t for Luke, she would probably just be part of the sprint relay team. But thanks to being so close to the quarterback, y/n was popular by association. Though, she wouldn’t change it for the world. What she would change was how all her dates had always been scared of Luke. All except for one. Matthew. He somehow managed to get through Luke’s and Bobby’s shield of brotherly protection -- as they called it. The two had been together for a few months until the whispers started. Whispers about Matthew cheating on y/n, or y/n cheating on Matthew with Luke. None of which was very healthy for the relationship, so they broke it off. 

It would’ve been friendly if she didn’t see Matthew the day after their break up kissing one of her teammates. That’s when she knew the whispers about him weren’t just rumors. Even up until this day, she wondered if her sister ever had a thing with him, like the whispers suggested. 

As her Ace of Base CD played on her stereo, she started to make a move-on with her outfit and makeup. She opted for a black body con dress with spaghetti straps that accentuated her curves in just the right places. For her makeup, she decided on a neutral look and swiped the light browny color across her eyelids. 

By the time she started applying her mascara, there was a light tapping on her window. She turned around to find Luke on the small balcony at your window. He was wearing his Screams from The Attic band tee with the sleeves cut off and his trusty black jeans, decorated with the infamous chains and blue rabbit’s foot. 

She opened the window door to let him in and turned to grab her shoes. “Hey, you re--wowza!” he cut himself off when his eyes took in every inch of the girl in front of him. A blush crept to y/n’ cheeks as she strapped the black heels on. “That’s a fly outfit, girl.” 

“Thanks, Patterson. Let’s bounce, yeah?” 

Luke climbed over the stone enclosure of the balcony and carefully let himself hang down from the bottom before letting go and landing gracefully on his feet. He whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath before looking up to find y/n climbing over as elegantly as she could. Though, with that dress on, she was about to flash someone and the lucky recipient of the little sneak peek was of course Luke. 

“Is today a special occasion?” he asked. Y/N turned her head to look down at Luke while hanging onto the balcony for dear life. “You only wear red lingerie on special occasions.” 

“Why are you looking down my dress, you creep?” The giggle that followed the words reassured Luke that she wasn’t offended by it. It was a typical thing to bicker about in their friendship. 

“You flashed your knickers at me, Peaches, don’t blame me.” He held his hands up in defense, shooting her a sheepish look. Y/N scoffed at that and rolled her eyes before dropping down to hang from the balcony the same way Luke had done. 

“You are so lucky I love you,” she mumbled and then screamed, “Patterson, think fast!” She let go, and hoped Luke would be fast enough to catch her since she wasn’t going to stick the landing on her heels quite as much as Luke did. Thankfully though, Luke’s fast reflexes made him move underneath her just in time to catch her, bridal style. 

Their eyes locked for a moment, both of them suddenly realizing how close they really were. A smile made its way to y/n’s features and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek before flicking her legs out of his grasp and patting his chest twice. 

“Thanks, buddy. That was like a crazy trust fall.” 

Leaving Luke behind to reflect on whatever just happened, y/n skipped towards Bobby’s car and got into the passenger’s seat. She planted a kiss on Bobby's cheek and then turned around as Luke got in the back, finding two other boys she knew all too well. 

 “‘sup homies?” she grinned cheesily at the blonde and brunette she knew as Alex and Reggie. The two other members of Sunset Curve, the band Bobby and Luke formed when they met in freshman year. 

The two boys smiled back at y/n while Luke gave her a glare, probably because she stole his seat in the front. However, y/n didn’t care or notice, for that matter. Her mind was wrapped up in something else instead. 

“So, Alex…” she started, capturing the blond guy’s attention. “How was your date with Driss?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and it sent a scarlet color up to Alex’s cheeks. Even though his parents didn’t care for his sexual orientation, he was glad his friends supported him, even if that meant y/n’s curiosity in his dating life. 

“It was okay…” he replied humbly, but y/n wasn’t y/n if she let this slide. 

“Where did he take you? What did you do? What did you wear?” she gasped, “Did you kiss?” The boys collectively chuckled at y/n’s antics. All of them had endured her searching for cute date stories. 

“He took me to this really pretty lake where we had a picnic and we screamed into the dark,” he reminisced dreamily with a tender smile on his face. Y/N’s heart melted at the sight of Alex’s happiness. It was about time he got a happy ending too. 

“Did you kiss?” she repeated her question. 

Alex exhaled, a pout forming on his face as he said, “No… But! He did ask me for a second date tomorrow!” Y/N’s face lit up entirely as she clapped her hands giddily, making Alex laugh. 

“I am so happy for you, Alex.” She reached out her hand between the two front seats, and Alex grabbed it, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. 

The car abruptly came to a stop, causing y/n to lose her balance a little. “The hell, dude?” she asked Bobby, glaring at the driver. 

“We’re here, so unless you wanna continue this little tea party, get out of my car!” Y/N glanced at the other boys, who were equally as confused about the boy’s sudden behavior. 

“Someone needs to get laid tonight,” y/n muttered while she unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of Bobby’s jeep, the boys following suit. She came to a halt in front of the house, looking up at the castle of a house. Music was thumping through the white brick walls and people were bustling about on the front lawn, smoking, drinking and talking. 

“You ready?” Reggie asked, placing a hand on y/n’s left shoulder while another hand grabbed her right one. Looking up, she found Alex smiling down at her with that reassuring smile of his. When she felt another hand on her right shoulder and a kiss to the back of her head, she knew she was good to go. She had all her best friends with her. She would be fine, even if she ran into the devil’s spawn. 

“If you wanna dip, just give us the sign and we’ll bounce,” Luke told her as he stood behind her. Slowly, but surely, y/n began to nod her head, mentally preparing herself for what’s about to come. 

She'd made up a million of scenes where she’d confront Matthew, coming up with the wittiest comebacks she could possibly think of. The perfect monologue that would forever be stuck in her head since she was too much of a shy girl to actually say those out loud. She might seem like a clever, obnoxious popular girl, but deep down, she was still the little geek from Middle School at heart. 

“Good to go,” she mumbled and started her way up to the house with Alex’s hand still in hers and the other boys safely surrounding her. 

As they walked into the house, they turned a few heads and with it began the rumor mill, like it always did. There was always something to spill about the group, it seemed. 

“Y/N!” a loud shriek brought y/n back out of her thoughts. When she looked up, she found Lydia walking up to them with arms wide open. As she hugged her best friend, y/n could smell the alcohol on her. 

“Hey, Lyds,” y/n chuckled, “Been here long?” She pushed the strawberry blonde hair off her and took in her presence. She was wearing her lucky red dress with the plunging neckline, which was enough information for y/n to know her best friend was drinking for some courage to get a boy into her bed. 

“About an hour,” she slurred, and then her eyes fell on the boys behind y/n. Another shriek deafened y/n as the girl stumbled into Reggie’s arms for a hug. The boy giggled, steadying the tipsy girl. Each on their turn, the boys handed the drunk girl off to the next, knowing she wouldn’t stop until she had hugged every single one of them. “So, what are we thinking, shots?” she asked as she leaned on Bobby’s shoulder for balance. 

“I think you need some soda,” Bobby replied before grumpily grabbing Lydia’s hand and leading her towards the kitchen. Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed as she watched the two walk off. Something wasn’t quite right with her best friend, she just couldn’t place a finger on what it was. 

“What’s gotten his panties in a twist?” she asked the others, who all simply shrugged. 

Within the first ten minutes, the group was split up. While y/n was talking to her running team, Alex was occupied with Driss, Reggie was playing beer pong with some people and Luke was, unsurprisingly flirting with some girl.   

Luke was notorious for his flirting with girls, so it didn’t surprise y/n too much when her eyes fell on the popular quarterback, surrounded by a bunch of cheerleaders. Though she had to admit, she loved it most when the flirting was directed at her instead of other girls. 

When their eyes locked, Luke shot her a wink with that overconfident smirk on his face that made y/n roll her eyes. After blowing him a kiss, y/n walked back into the kitchen for a refill of her beer. If she was going to survive this party, she was going to need some more party fuel. 

“Hey, y/n!” a familiar voice sounded from the other side of the kitchen. When she looked up, she found Astrid and Alexis Bryan, hostesses of tonight’s soiree. It was Astrid who’d called her name. Y/N raised her red cup at the girl as she made her way over to her, leaving her sister by herself. “How you doing?” 

“Pretty good. Nice party you got going on here,” she answered, nodding her head to the dancing students in her living room. Astrid chuckled and sipped from her own beer while leaning against the counter. 

“Yeah, it is pretty rad,” Astrid mumbled, “Though, we have to thank Alexis for that. Could never have done this myself, but she did, so…” A snicker left y/n’s body as she softly tapped her foot to the beat of the music and her eyes scanned the party. 

“Let’s go dance, hm?” Astrid held out her hand for y/n to take, which she gladly did, and let the girl lead her towards the dance floor while sipping her beer. 

It’s about time y/n let loose for once. She always used to get so worked up at parties, knowing Matthew was going to be there and she’d tell the boys she wanted to leave before it ever got any fun. But this time, she wasn’t going to let a boy ruin her fun. She was here now, she looked bomb and was having fun with some of the girls from her class. 

“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice shrieked once more as she joined y/n on the dance floor with a red cup in her hand while the other landed on the back of y/n’s neck, pulling her in to kiss her on the cheek. “You know I love you, right?” 

Y/N glanced over at Bobby, who was keeping an eye out for Lydia from a few feet away. 

“I tried to give her soda,” he shrugged. Y/N rolled her eyes as an amused smile made its way to her cheeks. “It’s your best friend,” he added with his hands raised in defense. 

Y/N reached out and grabbed Bobby’s wrist, pulling him into the group to dance. He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and sang along to the song at the top of his lungs while supporting Lydia in a dance. 

Soon, Reggie and Alex had joined the group too, and y/n just knew tonight would be amazing. All she ever needed were her friends, some good music and booze. 

“Having fun, sweetheart?” Y/N’s skin crawled upon hearing the voice and feeling the familiar hands on her waist. That amazing night did not include him. 

She stopped moving all together and stepped away from him, only for him to pull her closer. 

“Let go, Matt!” she yelled and tried to step away again. He twirled her around, leaving his hands firmly on her waist. His bright blue eyes looked down at her with that familiar smile of his playing at his lips. A smile that used to make her heart swell now felt like a violation. 

“Ah, you still remember the sound of my voice,” he cooed. One hand came up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you, y/n. I know we broke up, but I realize now that it was a mistake. We’re perfect for each other…” 

Y/N almost melted as the words reached her ears until she was reminded by the past they shared. Until she was reminded of what he’d done to her and how much it  had hurt. All the pain and sadness suddenly came back to her. She was feeling all of it again. 

She took a step back, finally freeing herself from his claws. She said, “Don’t.” Her eyes were dark and angry, her face stoic. A whole new side of y/n Matthew had never seen before. As he muttered her name, he took a step closer, wanting to hold her in his arms again. “Don’t take another step in my direction,” she said, now a lot firmer than before. “Don’t ever think you can apologize your way back into my arms, Matt.” 

The commotion had grabbed everyone’s attention so much so that even the music had stopped abruptly. Luke got up from leaning against the wall with a girl pinned against it, when he heard y/n’s voice raise, while her other friends perked up too. 

“Please, y/n… You’re the only person I ever loved. You’re the only person I still love.” 

Y/N scoffed at this and shook her head in disbelief while kissing her teeth. “Do you think I’m naive, Matt?” Matt looked up at her, pleadingly. “You really think I’d fall for your lies? After everything we’ve been through? After everything you’ve done to me?” She didn’t care who was watching, she needed to get the monologue she’d thought of in the shower out of her system. It’s now or never. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n… I thought we broke up as friends?” 

A collective gasp fell over the whole entire room, followed by the usual whispers. 

“Yeah, we did. Until I found out you already had your tongue down Sam’s throat the day after. The day after, Matt! I know you were seeing her and so many other girls while we were dating. I hear the whispers too, you know? And I thought, I really thought you were speaking the truth when you told me none of the whispers were true.” Her voice wavered, but she took a deep breath and bit back the tears. She had to stay strong. 

“Fine, the rumors were true, but so what, y/n?! The whispers about you were true, too!” The volume of his voice grows, his tone sharper, firmer. Back when they were dating, y/n got scared whenever the volume of his voice rose, but not this time.   

Y/N shook her head, her tongue gliding over her teeth. “You hear whispers from people around you, saying I slept with Luke when you know damn well that Luke’s like my brother and we don’t look at each other that way. When you hear whispers, you have to scream and you’re screaming at me for being disloyal when the only one who was ever loyal in our relationship was me. I know about whispers, Matt. I saw the way you looked at my sister. At Alexis. At Amber. At Sam. So don’t you dare say I was ever the only one you loved. Because you, Matthew, don’t love anyone or care about anyone but yourself.”

Luke jammed his hands into his pockets as he listened to y/n’s words. Even though they hurt, he couldn’t help but feel proud of her for standing up to her oppressor. He watched as y/n said her final words before running up the stairs, leaving everyone confused and in a humble of even more rumors and whispers. Shaking his head, he followed y/n upstairs, finding her on the balcony at the end of the hallway. 

“So, you finally did it, huh?” His voice made her jump slightly, but she calmed down straight away when realizing it was just him. “Your monologuing in the mirror paid off.” He went to stand next to her, leaning against the concrete enclosure. 

Y/N wiped the tears away with the back of her hand, chuckling. Of course Luke would know she’d been practicing in her mirror. This had been brewing for a while and now that it was finally out in the open, lingering in the air in that living room down there, she didn’t know if she should feel relieved or scared. 

“Hey,” Luke nudged her with his shoulder, shooting a small smile, “I’m proud of you.” 

Her lips curled up into a smile before she wrapped both arms around his bicep, her head resting against his shoulder as she took a deep breath. “I can’t believe I said all of that in there,” she chuckled. 

“Yeah, me neither,” said Luke and he pressed a kiss to her hair before laying his head down on hers. “Did you see Matt’s face though? He was genuinely scared of you just then.”

Y/N scoffed and let go of him, making her way to the small bench in the corner of the small terrace. “I doubt he was scared of me. What he was, was shocked because I never talked back to him whenever we fought.” 

Luke turned around, but kept leaning against the fence, crossing his arms. “I’m glad you finally did. That asshole needed to know that what he was doing wasn’t cool. He needed to know that that’s not how you treat a woman.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him, leaning back on her hands. “And you know how to treat a woman.” Luke wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement, so he didn’t answer straight away. He mulled over a good answer as he walked up to her, taking a seat next to her on the bench, their shoulders touching. 

"You know how I’d treat a woman?” he asked. 

“Please, enlighten me,” she replied. 

Luke inhaled deeply before the words poured out of him like he’d been the one monologuing this in front of his mirror. “I would treat her like a goddess. I would build her temples out of words and love and affection. I would make sure she was happy and satisfied before my own needs were fulfilled. I’d write songs to her and she’d be my muse for my music. I would build empires of paragraphs, castles of melodies inspired by her. I would flood her senses with words and make sure she knew all of that was for her. I would build her a whole new world. I’d grant her a universe filled with words and music of love.”    

Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Woah, Patterson…” Luke shrugged and offered her a shy smile before looking out into the dark night in front of them. “Careful or you’ll make me fall in love with you.” 

“That’s the intention,” he muttered, but his words were overpowered by Lydia’s shrieking. 

“Here you are!” she yelled, then turned her head to someone inside. “Bobbers! I found our love birds!” She turned her head to the two on the bench and smiled. “Come on, you guys! There’s a party downstairs! We need to celebrate y/n’s greatest victory ever!” 

“We can dip if you don’t wanna go back out there,” Luke told her as she stood up. 

“I think I’ll be okay,” she smiled thankfully at him before reaching out her hand for him to take. “Come on, let’s get jiggy!” Luke smirked before gently placing his hand in hers and letting her pull him up to his feet. 

Together, the two of them followed Lydia and Bobby back downstairs to the party, their fingers laced together as they made their way through the crowd. As if on cue, the people started to whisper again as they passed, but y/n didn’t care. She had her best friends with her, she just stood up to her ex-boyfriend, and she found out her best friend was a feminist. There’s no better night than that. She was not going to let it get ruined by a few whispers. 

For the rest of the night, y/n danced and partied with her friends until the sun came up again and it was time to head home. Like every other party night, the six of them ended up in Bobby’s garage. Luke and y/n snuggled up on his couch, Bobby and Lydia in a sleeping bag together, and Reggie and Alex spooning on an air mattress. 

Can’t get more perfect than that.   

 New week, fresh start, people always said. Y/N used to think of it as bullshit, but this time around, she could actually feel it. She felt refreshed, as if a whole new world opened up to her. As if she’d started a new chapter, nay, a new book. One with a happy continuation. One without Matt. 

Monday also meant practice after school. For all of them. The football team had practice out on the field while the sprint relay team ran around it and the cheerleaders practiced on the sidelines. It was the one extracurricular they did together without actually doing it together. 

“Hey, y/n…” a voice she recognized as Sam’s made her look away from the boys on the football field. Her voice sounded ambivalent, which confused y/n as the girl would normally be chirpy and cheery. 

“Hey, Sam. ‘Sup?” y/n gathered her long hair in both hands and tied it up at the top of her head with a bright pink scrunchie. 

“I just--I wanted to apologize for what I did…” she mumbled, her eyes cast on her fidgeting finger. Y/N had never seen her teammate like this. The otherwise lively sport nut now sounded guilty and like the light had been snuffed out of her. “I knew you and Matt were together and I still let him…” she trailed off as though saying the words would make them true. 

Y/N flinched at the mention of the boy’s name. She had hoped it wouldn’t have been brought up and besides the occasional whisper she’d caught during lunch, the objective had been quite successful. Until now. 

“I really don’t wanna talk about him right now, Sam,” y/n muttered, and when she looked up at Sam, she knew she had to say something to ease the girl’s mind. “But this wasn’t your fault. Matt should’ve not tried anything with you. He was the disloyal one, he was the one that cheated on me, not you.” A teasing grin played at y/n’s lips when she continued, “You know, unless you’re gonna tell me now you doped yourself up for practice and are gonna make me lose.” 

Sam worriedly looked up, but when she noticed the grin on y/n’s face, she immediately calmed down and couldn’t help but laugh. 

She shook her head, “No, I’m no cheater.” 

Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile as she grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed it, letting her know the two are on good terms. Nothing should ever break up the team, especially not a boy. 

“She's talking about you, y/n?” 

Speak of the devil… 

Y/N turned around to where the voice came from, finding a tense Matt in front of her. She should’ve known there was no way of avoiding him all day today. 

“I knew you were lying to me. I knew you and Patterson were a thing and you cheated on me with him.” His voice resounded across the entire area, attracting everyone’s attention with the sudden commotion. 

The football team stopped their exercise half-way, much to the coach’s dismay, and the cheerleaders broke up their human pyramid to find out what was going on. Luke, Bobby and Lydia were the only ones of each team to give incentive to the rest of the team to walk up to the ex-couple fighting. 

“And you just kept on guilting me because I was the only one to be disloyal,” Matt grunted, shaking his head in disbelief. “I heard the whispers, y/n. I heard what happened the other night!” 

Y/N’s eyebrows rose, unimpressed at his outburst. “What did you hear this time, Matthew?” 

“You and Patterson getting dirty on the balcony at Bryan’s party!” he spat, and drops of saliva actually found their way to y/n’s face. She kissed her teeth before wiping her cheek with one forceful finger. 

“Have you learned nothing, asshole?!” y/n shouted. She wasn’t going to keep her cool anymore. Ever since Friday, she learned that she was able to stand up to herself, no matter how scary Matt could get. 

She stepped forward, erasing the space between the two as they stood chest-to-chest. Seeing this, Luke halted and averted his eyes. He thought this situation would actually give him a hand at finally asking y/n out for real, but it seemed like the two were about to make up. 

“Didn’t you learn about whispers being just that, whispers? Nothing happened between Luke and me. Not when we were dating, not at Alexis’ party. And the fact that you even dare to insinuate I would be capable of cheating just shows once more that you don’t know me and you don’t care about me.” She pressed her index finger to his chest harshly. “You are a selfish, self-indulgent prick who doesn’t deserve all the wonderful women that have thrown themselves at you. You don’t deserve anything and--” y/n flinched as she watched his hand come up and two hands pulled her away from Matt. 

“Patterson, stay out of this,” Matt growled. Y/N opened her eyes at the mention of her best friend’s name, finding him between her and her ex now. As she turned her head, Bobby was standing behind her, his hands on her shoulder. 

Matt turned back to Y/N, the growl persistent on his face. “No,” Luke said, capturing Matt’s attention once more. 

“No?” His voice was abrasive, a tone y/n had gotten used to over the years. 

“No,” Luke repeated. He glanced back at y/n before jamming his hands into his trousers and looking at Matt again. Though Luke was a lot smaller than the broad, tall teenager in front of him, his confidence was twice the size of the other footballer. “Technically, you’re pinning me down as a home wrecker, so you pretty much pulled me into this yourself.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows at the new-found confidence. Luke was cocky and flirty around girls, but he’d never been this overly confident version of himself towards his teammates. It was refreshing to see this entirely different side from her best friend. 

“Well, yeah, because she clearly did cheat on me with you. Why else would you guys be fooling around after her little outburst to me?” The overconfidence Matt normally carried had now washed away. He hadn’t seen this side of the quarterback yet either. 

Luke let out an airy laugh, and retorted, “Yeah, well, see, that’s where you’re wrong.” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his green eyes looking up at the big, burly footballer. “There’s this misconception about our relationship, you see? Y/N and I are the best of friends, and I get it we’d look super hot together as a couple, but the sad truth is -- well, sad for me -- that Y/N has always been too busy being loyal to an asshole like you to see that. So, despite popular belief, y/n and I are just the best of friends and she deserves the world, more even, she deserves a whole-ass new universe. Which is something you can’t give her.” 

Y/N stared at her best friend in awe. She had never seen this side of him but she couldn’t say she disliked it. In fact, there was this attractiveness about an overconfident Luke defending her against her ex-boyfriend. And reciting the words in her mind, she realized something she hadn’t seen before. Luke was in love with her and he’d tried to tell her so many times before, but she took it as harmless flirting. 

Moreover, y/n realized she was in love with her best friend too. 

“But you, Matthew McSomething,” y/n chuckled at Luke’s name dig at the Scottish boy, especially with the added bonus of an attempt at a Scottish accent, “You are too self-indulgent to even give her a fraction of a world. So, unless you can actually give her more than that, stay away from her…” 

“Or what?” Matt snarled. 

“I’ll put you on the bench for the rest of the season. And we all know you can only get the girls when you’re on the field, don’t we?” 

Matt’s eyes widened at Luke’s words as the panic set in. Matthew McGregor was nothing on the bench. Even worse, he was less than nothing. On the bench, he’d get associated with Bruce Frederickson, coach’s nephew who was just there because he was family and not because he was actually good at football. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Luke murmured and then turned to the coach, who, too, had joined in the drama. “I think we can hit the showers now, can’t we, coach?” The tall man nodded his head slowly, unsure about what had just happened to his star player. He’d only ever got this confident on the field, never off. Even the coach knew that. 

As all teams dispersed, y/n grabbed a hold of her favorite cheerleader’s arm, pulling her aside while Luke and Bobby walked away. They didn’t even notice y/n’s panicked rush. 

“Lyds, I think I’m in love with my best friend,” she whispered. Her eyes were wide, her tone hurried and filled with panic. The strawberry blonde’s lips curled up into a grin as she patted her best friend’s hair. 

“Oh, we know, sweetie…” she said, confusing y/n even more, “It’s about time you admitted it.” Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head as she anxiously played around with the friendship bracelet around Lydia’s wrist. 

“I’ve been dreaming about my knight in shining armour since I was ten, Lyds. I never thought I would find it in my best friend. My best friend, Lydia!” The girl let out an endeared laugh as she tucked a flyaway behind the other girl’s ear. 

“I know, sweetie.” Her hand landed on y/n’s cheek and her thumb gently swiped across the skin. “Now, go! Tell him!” 

“Yeah! Right! Right!” she vigorously nodded her head, but she didn’t move a muscle. 

“Y/N… You’re gonna have to move if you wanna go and talk to him.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, so she shut it again. “Right, yeah…” she swallowed a lump as the fear sank in. She had never had to tell her best friend she had feelings for him. All of this was new to her. How does one even confess that? 

“Sweetie, you can do this, okay? Just follow your gut.” Lydia’s tone was stern, but it was exactly what y/n needed to hear. “Like how you don’t calculate your moves on the track, but you just go! Like Gail Devers!” The mention of y/n’s absolute favorite athlete made her look up. 

“Gail Devers was actually very meticulous,” she corrected her best friend’s metaphor.

Lydia deadpanned, “Not the point, y/l/n.” She placed  her hands on y/n’s shoulders and turned her around, pushing her towards the field. “Now go! Shoo!” She waved her hands in a dismissive manner, and after one more hurried look, y/n sprinted across the field. “Atta girl!” she heard Lydia yell before making her way into the school, through corridors until she reached the boy’s locker room where Bobby had just walked out of.  

The boy glanced at her, and when he realized what she was there for, he nodded his head towards the closed door, giving her permission to go inside. He said, “He’s the last one in.” 

Y/N kissed Bobby on the cheek before opening the door. She was met with the stench of sweat and deodorant, but it didn’t phase her. Not today. The girl was on a mission. 

She weaved through the rows of lockers until she found him standing near a bench, zipping up his trusty black jeans, shirtless. Her eyes scanned his entire physique from head to to toe until she realized she was actually checking out her best friend in a way she hadn’t done before.

“Y/N?”  

For a second, she tried to calculate her next move, but then decided to throw it all overboard, and instead marched up to him. She grabbed his face with both hands and brought him down to meet her lips. His breath hitched in his throat before melting into the kiss and bringing his hands up to her waist, pulling her closer into him. 

“Give me that whole-ass universe,” she muttered as they pulled away to come up for air. Luke huffed, a relieved smile pulling at his lips. This was what he’d been dreaming of for so long; kissing her, holding her, cherishing her. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied before kissing her again. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for ages,” he added, his words disappearing into her mouth.  

“Oh, I know.” 

With the same words their friendship started, started a whole new chapter in their lives and their relationship. Everything would change now, but neither of them cared. They were granted a whole new universe. 

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The Sakusa House

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"Hello!" "Hello!" The producer greeted. "What's your name?" "Kiyoshi!" He said cheerfully, fidgeting around the chair he was sat in. "And, how old are you Kiyoshi?" He raised the corresponding number of fingers and showed it to them. "Three!" "Oh wow, and can you tell as what is your dad's name?" "Sakusa Kiyoomi." He slid down the chair and started dragging it around, but he was still paying attention to the interviewer. "Do you like your dad?" "No." This made everyone present on the set chuckle a bit. "Really? Why not?" "I don't like him." Kioshi said this with a soft smile on his face. The interviewer continued to ask him questions. "What's your mom's name?" "Sakusa Y/N." "And do you like your mom?" "Yes!" He cheered and clapped happily. ** "I ate everything by myself instead of sharing and now I have a stomachache." You wiggled the stuffed rabbit at Kiyoshi while he was busy choosing which instrument he'll use in the toy doctor's kit you gifted him. You both were sat in his bedroom and since it was your day off before you had to leave, you decided to play with your son as much as you can. "Blow your nose." Kiyoshi said, reaching for the rabbit. You pulled it away from him. "I have a tummy ache. Why would I blow my nose?" You shifted the toy further away from him. "I don't have a runny nose." Kiyoshi stood up and pulled at your arm, successfully grabbing the stuffed animal. He cradled it in his arms and wiped around its nose. "It will feel good if you blow your nose." He mumbled softly to his 'patient' and you couldn't help but giggle, remembering that you told him those exact same words when he was sick. ** You were a medical professional, specializing in home medicine. You have been on some TV shows and news interviews that you weren't fazed that much by the cameras now installed at various parts of your house. You smiled at the interviewer when she shuffled through her notes of questions. "So, how did you meet your husband?" "Well, he was introduced to me by a friend, who happened to be teammates with his cousin." You smiled at the memory. "They just told me that he was tall and handsome,"you blushed at this, "And that he was a volleyball player too. My friend, Rintarou, is also a volleyball player." You remembered how Suna and Komori were so eager to have you and Sakusa meet, saying that since he was cautious of germs and you were on the medical field, it'd be a perfect match. "On the way to the bar where we were all supposed to meet at, they kept asking me if I didn't have any clue about him." Crossing your arms on your chest and leaning back on the chair, you recalled the conversation that night. "I really had no idea. He said that he was one of the top aces in Japan during highschool, but I wasn't into the sport at that time." Everything was actually a blur after that. You hit it off with him on that night once Komori broke the ice between you two. Before you knew it, you were already dating the Sakusa Kiyoomi. You weren't aware that he was a sought-after bachelor like his teammates at MSBY, that's why everyone was shocked when the news broke out that his heart was already taken. You dated for five years before finally getting married. And just a year later, Kiyoshi was born and there was nothing else Sakusa could ever ask for. ** "Are you sick, auntie?" Kiyoshi asked the camerawoman who was settled in the tiny house the production team set up in your living room. He leaned in closer to ask if she was sick, which she answered with an, 'I'm okay.' Kiyoshi dragged his doctor's kit around as he looked for patients. He kneeled down and stared at his toy dinosaur and asked if it was sick. Not getting any response, he moved to the other tiny house in the corner of the room where a cameraman was filming him. "Uncle, are you sick?" "No, I'm okay." "Are you sick here?" He gestured to his throat repeatedly. The cameraman chuckled and told Kiyoshi that he was fine. You were sat in the middle of the living room floor, just smiling to

yourself as you watched your son. He was petting his toy dinosaurs that were scattered around the floor. His mood suddenly turned down a bit and you wondered what was wrong. Kiyoshi looked around the room and saw his snake pillow by the mat. He lay himself beside it and hugged the pillow to his body. "Papa!" He shouted randomly. You smiled and ruffled his hair. "Where's papa, Kiyoshi? He's not home?" Just as you said this, your phone rang from the kitchen table. When you saw the caller ID, your heart skipped a little. "Hi Omi-kun." You put the phone on speaker. "Kiyoshi, it's papa." At the mention of his father, he immediately perked up and ran where you were. He raised his arms up, reaching for your phone. You handed it to him carefully. "Tell your papa to come home." You encouraged. "Kiyoshi." Sakusa said. "I don't like Papa." Your son said this with a cheerful voice. "I don't like you." "You what?" "He doesn't like you." You answered for him. You pulled Kiyoshi to sit on the couch. "You don't like me?" Sakusa's heart cracked a little, but he knew his son wasn't serious about it. "I don't like yoooou!" The three year old repeatedly sang. You shook your head at his playful antics. Kiyoomi's attitude was far from this and you wondered if you were as wild as Kiyoshi was when you were his age. "Don't say that Kiyoshi." Brushing his wavy hair away from his face, you said, "Why don't you ask papa to bring you something, hm? What do you want to eat?" Suddenly feeling playful once more, Kiyoshi ran away with your phone in hand. You chased him with small steps, asking him to slow down since he was running 'too fast'. He squealed and laughed waiting for you to catch him. "Gotcha'!" He laughed louder when you cornered him and tickled his sides. Sakusa, who was still on the phone, heard the precious laughs of his wife and son and the urge to get back home as soon as possible grew stronger. ** "Is there a reason why you decided to be on the show?" Sakusa cleared his throat before answering. "The main reason is that I want to be closer to my son, Kiyoshi." "What kind of dad are you?" Sakusa took a second to answer that, before he smiled to himself. "To be honest, I am a low priority to my child." He chuckled softly. "He loves his mom the most. And at one time, I noticed how big he was growing. Time passed by so fast and I felt like I'd wasted it." To others, three years may seem like a short time but for him, it felt like he had been absent for forever. "I felt...really bad about that. I can't call myself a good dad yet." He was fiddlimg with his fingers on his lap, before looking back at the interviewer. "I really want to get closer to him." The crew were visibly in awe at Sakusa's endearing love for his son. This was one of the rare times Sakusa really made an effort to answer questions in an interview. Who knew the stoic Sakusa Kiyoomi was a big softie? "How will you describe Kiyoshi?" "He's very cheeky." Sakusa chuckled. "He always stops and greets the people he sees and he'd wait until they greet him back. He's also cheerful and I'd like to think he's smart." He nodded at the thought. "He learns words very easily." ** The front door opened and Sakusa felt relief wash over him as he was welcomed by the familiar warmth of his home. He removed his mask and proceeded to take off his shoes by the genkan. "Papa! Papa are you hurt?" "Hm?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What was that? "Are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked eagerly, bouncing on his feet. "He's been waiting to examine you all day." You smiled at your husband. You approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, making yourself blush a little. Sakusa smiled at you and handed the take out you requested. You took it gratefully, heading over to the kitchen to prepare dinner. "Papa, are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked once more, this time with his doctor's kit in hand. "Will you treat me?" Sakusa asked, sitting down the first step of the stairs. "Please treat me. My head hurts." Kiyoshi rushed to open his

kit and got the plastic stethoscope out. He carefully put it on and approached his father. Sakusa held his small body to steady him as Kiyoshi started on the examination. "My chest hurts as well." His father feigned a pained expression—as best as he could—when Kiyoshi pressed the end of his stethoscope to Sakusa's chest. Sakusa let out faux groans which sounded robotic but Kiyoshi didn't notice. He rushed back to his kit and pulled put the plastic injection. "Papa, has a cough too. I should give you a shot." Sakusa let out a fake cough as well and when his son pressed the toy to his arm he faked another gasp. "Ouch." He said, blunt as ever. "That hurt." His son just laughed and rummaged through his kit once more, pulling out a knife. "We need to take out your snot, too." "What?" Sakusa stiffened. Kiyoshi rushed back to him with the toy knife pointed towards his dad and Sakusa stopped him right there. "What are you going to do with that knife?" "Snot!" "What?" He laughed lightly, still pushing his son away as Kiyoshi kept trying to shove the knife into his father's nose. "He did that with his other patients." You interrupted from the kitchen; Sakusa looked at you. "He's gonna take your snot out." You giggled at the slight horror on his face. He was a lot less wary of germs when he was home but still, he was cautious about everything he touches—and in this case, what goes in and out of his nose. "Papaaaaa!" Kiyoshi whined. In a spur of the moment, Sakusa held his son's arm and guided the small toy near his nose. He let it graze the inside in the very slightest and he hoped his son was satisfied with it. "Kiyoshi, papa doesn't want you to do...that." Looking up from your preparations once more, you witnessed Sakusa letting his son pick his nose. The laugh you let out was unintentional, but you found it heartwarming to see your husband stepping out of his comfort zone, just to please his son. "Do you remove your snot with a knife?" He asked Kiyoshi, to which he nodded proudly. "How does it feel?" You teasingly asked your husband. Before he could answer, Kiyoshi said, 'It feels nice!', in a cheerful voice. He was going through the kit again. "Maybe, I should take your snot out too, huh Kiyoshi?" Sakusa teased. The young boy ignored his father's remarks, standing back up to give his father a bottle with a picture of a capsule on it. This time he started shoving the bottle to his father's mouth but Sakusa was quick to lean away. He held Kiyoshi's hand that was holding the bottle near his face, opening and closing his mouth briefly as if taking the medication. Kiyoshi's face broke out into a huge grin, knowing that he had cured his father. Sakusa held his son's face in his hands and kissed his forehead. "Thank you." He muttered, making Kiyoshi beam. "Get cleaned up, it's dinner time." You chimed. Kiyoshi hurriedly shoved his toys back into the doctor's kit; the prospect of eating dinner making him excited. Sakusa offered to help him pack up, only to get hit on the leg as Kiyoshi spun around. - - - It was now bedtime and Sakusa was checking the doors and windows. He turned off the kitchen and living room lights and headed towards Kiyoshi's room, where you and your son were already settled. You and your husband decided to sleep all together for one night seeing as you'll be gone for a while. He sat himself on the futon on the floor while you were snuggled up with Kiyoshi on his bed. "Kiyoshi." The little boy sat up at his father's voice. "Who do you want to sleep with? Is it Bunny?" Sakusa was referring to the little boy's favorite stuffed animal. Kioshi thought for a bit before answering. "Mama should sleep with Kiyoshi." You stiffled a giggle. "Papa should sleep there." He leaned over slightly and pointed to the futon Sakusa was already settled at. "I should sleep on the floor?" "Yes." Sakusa expected this and just shook his head. He never really was his son's priority. You stared at him to get his attention, silently asking him if he was okay. He answered with a soft

smile and a nod. You laid on the open edge of Kiyoshi's bed so that he wouldn't roll over to the floor. You extended your hand to your husbnad which he took gratefully. He lifted it up to his lips and gave it a delicate kiss. Your spine tingled at the sensation of his lips on your skin. Kiyoshi then handed you a book to read and snuggled to your side. You kissed the top of his head and started reading to him. Sakusa then laid down on the soft futon on the floor and turned his body to the side, facing you two. Just like his son, he let the sound of your voice lull him to sleep. *** "Papa! Papa!" Sakusa groaned and willed himself to wake up at the sound of Kiyoshi's calling. "Papa, did you sleep well?" He asked, already energetic. The room was dark except for the small sliver of light that escaped the curtain on one side. Kiyoshi was bouncing on his bed, sprawling his body on top of yours, effectively waking you up. He was able to make out Kiyoshi's small figure despite the dark room. "Hmm, yes Kiyoshi. Did you sleep well?" He asked, voice deep and still laced with sleep. His son didn't answer the question as he hyperactively called out to him again. "Papa!" Sakusa hummed in acknowledgement. "Now that I'm awake, can I have fun?" "Of course." Sakusa replied sitting up from the futon and stretching. He looked at your rousing form as you rubbed the sleep oit of your eyes. It may be cliché to think but despite your disheveled look, you're still breathtaking to him. "Good morning, my love." He took your hand and gave the back of it a soft kiss, just like he did the night before. He had refused to give you morning kisses even from the very start of dating, saying that it was unhygienic. "Good morning, Omi." You kissed his hand as well. "Had a good sleep?" "Sort of." He said bluntly, making you giggle. "Our bed is still better than this futon. Why didn't we just let Kiyoshi sleep in our room?" "Omi, he needs to learn to sleep in his own room." You chastised him playfully. While the both of you conversed, Kiyoshi went around his room, greeting all of his stuffed animals that sat atop his drawers. "Good morning Mr Penguin! Good morning Ms. Penguin!" He gave each toy a pat on their heads. ** After folding up the futon and blankets and freshening up, Sakusa headed for the kitchen and started on making breakfast. He measured two cups of rice and started washing them under the faucet. It wasn't long before you and Kiyoshi followed after him. "Shall we see what your papa is doing?" You hoisted Kiyoshi further up your arms for a better grip. You tapped on Sakusa's back, silently telling him to switch positions with you. He wiped his wet hands on a kitchen towel nearby and held them both out to Kiyoshi. "Come to me." He said. Kiyoshi just look at his dad before vigorously shaking his head. "Play with papa now, Kiyoshi. Mama needs to make breakfast." You rubbed his back and tried to pass him off to Sakusa but to no avail. Kiyoshi's grip on your neck tightened as he stuck his body to yours. "Why won't you play with me?" Sakusa asked, while brushing Kiyoshi's hair away from his face. The little boy looked away from his father. "I don't want to play with you." Kiyoshi mumbled into your shoulder. You tried setting him down on the kitchen floor but he just lifted his feet higher so as to not touch the floor. He let himself dangle from your neck until you gave up and stood up again. He whined in protest. Sakusa sighed and placed a hand on your lower back and whispered that it was okay. He didn't mind making his family some breakfast. "Are you sure?" You asked. He dismissed you with a small nod and a soft smile. He sighed quietly almost getting used to being little to no priority to Kiyoshi. You had told him before that it just takes a while and Kiyoshi was just three. Sakusa has all the time to change his son's mind, Kiyoshi saw how sad his papa looked when you started to walk away from the kitchen. He can't let his papa be sad and he wanted to comfort him. Like a switch, his earlier

distaste for his father was nowhere to be seen as he reached out to Sakusa. "Papa, hug me please?" He called out to him. You immediately set him down on his feet as he waited for Sakusa. Two big strides was all it took for Sakusa to reach his son and to scoop him in his arms. You couldn't help but smile at the interaction. "Show me your love, Papa." You giggled behind your hand as you noticed Sakusa's ears turning a slight tint of pink. You gave him a sly wink before walking back to the kitchen to continue the breakfast preparations. Sakusa couldn't help but blush at his son's words. To be honest, he wasn't really hiding it. He usually wasn't at the receiving end of Kiyoshi's affection. So during times that he is, he wouldn't care if he turned as red as a tomato. Kiyoshi rested his head on his father's strong shoulder, rubbing his hand on it far comfort. He remembers his parents rubbing his back during the times that he cried. So, he did it to Sakusa so that he wouldn't cry. Sakusa held the back of his son's head carefully, pressing a kiss to his temple. He swayed the both of them from side to side as they enjoyed the small yet intimate moment. ** "Open your mouth a little wider, Kiyoshi." He did as he was told but the scowl on his face remained while Sakusa helped him brush his teeth. Sakusa wanted his son to learn about hygiene and cleanliness at the youngest age so he hoped he was setting a good example. "Almost done." He stroked the brush gently in Kiyoshi's mouth before Sakusa declared that he was done. He rinsed out the small baby toothbrush before placing it back along with yours and his own. Kiyoshi was just about to step down from his step stool but Sakura was quick to stop him. "Let's wash your face first." He held Kiyoshi softly. Wetting his hand, he wiped and rubbed it down Kiyoshi's face as gentle as he could. He knew his hands weren't as soft as yours. After several years of playing volleyball, his hands were bound to be a little rough. It didn't seem to affect Kiyoshi in anyway. As Sakusa's hand ran down his face, he stuck his tongue out playfully. Everytime he would lick Sakusa's hand, he laughed to himself. Sakusa would flinch everytime his hand would make contact with Kiyoshi's tongue, only making the child laugh louder. ** During the time your boys were enjoying their moment together, you made breakfast. Egg omelettes, rice, fried salmon, miso soup, a serving of natto for Kiyoshi and Sakusa's favorite, umeboshi. "Itadakimasu!" Sakusa placed small servings of omelette and fish into Kiyoshi's bowl while you mixed his natto. Kiyoshi waited patiently as he took small bites off of the fish and eggs. When you were done, you scooped some natto and held it in front of your son. He opened wide and gratefully accepted the food. It was unusual for kids to like the traditional dish. But for some reason, Kiyoshi loved it. Sakusa took a bite of his umeboshi, savoring the taste. Ever since dating him, you've tried your best to make him homemade umeboshi and now that you've mastered it, it's the only umeboshi that he eats—even if you don't like the dish. "The soup is hot!" Kiyoshi stuck out his tongue. You offered him some water. Scooping up some miso soup with his spoon, you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "Here. I cooled it down for you." You fed him the soup which made Kiyoshi dance in his chair. "You're eating so well, Kiyoshi!" You said, ruffling his hair. As you continued to feed your son, Sakusa was enjoying the view. It always blew his mind how lucky he is to have you and Kiyoshi in his life. Having his own family was far from his thoughts when he was still in Itachiyama. But after meeting you, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone—willingly—and he didn't regret any second of it. This only fueled him to do better for you and especially for Kiyoshi. ** "Papa, what are you doing?" Sakusa glanced at Kiyoshi who was in your arms once more, before returning to the task at hand. "Are you washing my dishes?" "Yes, I am washing your dishes."

Sakusa's response only made Kiyoshi laugh. You played with Kiyoshi in the living room while Sakusa cleaned up after breakfast. He turned down your offer to help, saying that you can go ahead and play with Kiyoshi. Besides, he found it relaxing to do a little bit of chores especially when it's cleaning. When Sakusa was done with the dishes, he started wiping down the table and kitchen counters. After that he cleaned the dining room floor, especially under Kiyoshi's chair where grains of rice and soup stains littered the floor. As the floor was taken care of, he gathered all the trash and took it outside to the bins. Meanwhile, you went upstairs and started getting ready for your small trip with your sister. You asked Kiyoshi if he can help his father which he happily answered with a 'yes!' Kiyoshi actually just stood near Sakusa and watched him clean. Almost twenty minutes had passed before you came down the stairs, fully dressed and carrying two bags. "Kiyoshi, I'll be going out now." Sakusa and Kiyoshi were playing with his dinosaurs when you got down. You weren't even gone that long and the two of them are already getting close. Sakusa picked up Kiyoshi and walked towards you. You leaned up a little and placed a big kiss on his cheek. "Play well with dad, okay?" He nodded as he clung to his father's neck. "Bye Mama." You smiled. You looked at Sakusa who was looking at Kiyoshi witha soft smile on his face. "Good luck, Omi." You whispered. He turned his gaze to you, eyes widened in the slightest at the meaning behind your words. The worry of taking care of his child who doesn't like him is starting to creep its way into Sakusa's consciousness. Laughing, you leaned on your toes and kissed his lips quickly. "You can do it." You rubbed your thumb on his forehead to remove the slight furrow of his eyebrows, which were bent in uneasiness. "You can do it." Kiyoshi repeated, laying his head on Sakusa's shoulder. This made both of you laugh. "Have fun, Y/N." Sakusa smiled, "I will." You placed a hand om the wall, balancing yourself as you put om your shoes. Sakusa picked up your bags and handed them to you,. "Mama, have fun." Kiyoshi copied his father this time. When you looked at your son, you noticed that he had a sad look in his eyes. It was because he isn't used to being away from you for too long. "Kiyoshi, have fun with papa okay?" Kiyoshi nodded obediently, clinging closer to Sakusa's neck. "Okay. Don't worry about us." You waved at both off them before finally heading out the door. The house grew quiet. Sakusa looked at Kiyoshi who was still staring at the front door. "Mama is gone." Sakusa stated. Kiyoshi looked at his dad but didn't say anything. ** "Kiyoshi and I will become close," Sakusa nodded to the camera with a determined look om his face, "I know I'll do well."

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A/N: Happy birthday, my Kiyoomi! 💛💚 (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON SATURDAY. TUMBLR WHYYYYY)

03.18.2021

[akamikazae]

The Rabbit by the River

Chapter one: The Rabbit

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Warning(s): Canon typical violence

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Madara Uchiha is sick of fighting a war he doesn't fully understand. When he meets a young boy with similar ideals their fates are forever intertwined, the only problem is they come from opposite sides of the battlefield. After Madara finds out the truth will he pick his happiness and the promise of a future or will he stick by his clan and live only for the present.

He stalked carefully through the brush, ducking his head low and pulling a tree branch to the side. Careful to make as little noise as possible. The hare he was hunting suddenly stopped, perhaps the furry creature heard the bending of the bark. Madara stopped too, crouching lower. The rabbit with his warm reddish brown coat wiggled his nose, whiskers reflecting the sunlight where it broke through the canopy of trees overhead. Madara shifted forward, moving to kneel on one knee. A pile of leaves crunched beneath his foot, Madara winced at the sound and held his breath. The rabbit took off bounding down the hillside. Madara sprinted after the hare. Leaping over pricker bushes, ducking beneath branches following its path, his eyes focused on every step the small creature took.

The rabbit led him to a clearing, the trees split in the forest where a creek flowed between the earth. Madara lost sight of the rabbit letting lunch escape as he stumbled upon something more filling than meat. He returned his bow back to his shoulder and deposited the lone arrow in its holster. He tottered down the grassy hill and crouched beside the river bank. The water was clear, a sparkling radiant blue, he doubted he’d find any fish but the warmth swelling in his chest was enough to stifle the rumbling in his stomach.

The weather was nice, as it had been for weeks as spring finally came to a head, cool rainy days were traded for the warmth of the summer sun. Madara cupped the cool water in his hand and splashed it over his face. He ran his fingers through his hair letting the water trickle down his scalp to the back of his neck, washing away the sweat of the day. His hair had started growing longer but he liked it, it made him stand out a bit from his brothers as his hair had a mind of its own. Dark and jagged, it felt like him. Madara dipped his feet into the river the water only reached his ankles but as he strode through the creek it deepened as he went further north splashing just below his knees. He didn’t doubt that if he continued further upstream the creek would open up to a watering hole deep enough to swim in. But Madara would be due home soon, as the sun began to set; just as he was everyday. His mother had been sick for some time now ever since she gave birth to his youngest brother. It was clear that his father didn’t care whether she lived or died, she gave him what he wanted, five sons to fight for the clan. Madara reluctantly left the creek and promised to return as soon as he could.

He was pleased to see his father wasn’t home yet. His brother Izuna greeted him with a hug, nearly knocking him off his feet. He washed up and had Izuna help prepare dinner, a stew made from the leftover venison from last week's hunt. Madara set aside a portion large enough for his father and fed his younger brother’s. He heard his mother coughing violently in the other room, he assured the babies that mom was fine. “It’s just a cold.” He would always say. He passed the youngest to Izuna and went to his mother’s room.

He brought her a small bowl of stew but she declined, only drinking some tea to soothe her aching throat.

“You have it baby, you’ll need it to keep growing big and strong.” Madara smiled for his mother’s sake, placing the stew on the nightstand as she coughed again. He replaced the damp cloth on her forehead and sat beside her in bed. She reached a trembling hand to stroke his messy hair off his face.

“I’ll be okay my love. You don’t need to worry.” Madara pushed his cheek into his mother’s palm; he didn't care that her hands were clammy. He knew she was lying, so he smiled and held her hand. “I know momma.” She smiled back and stifled another cough.

“I almost got a rabbit today.” Madara spoke softly. “I lost it in the woods, but it led me to this really pretty river.” She stroked her thumb across his cheek.

“Sometimes you need to get lost to find where you’re going.” Madara snorted at his mother’s words, he wasn’t entirely sure what she meant but he nodded in agreement all the same.

“The water was so blue. I think you would like it there.” His mother smiled and kissed his hand. “I’m sure I will, you’ll have to take me there some day. Promise?”

“I will momma. I promise.” If she could lie, so could he.

** As summer turned to fall and fall to winter Madara returned to his creek as often as he could. Even in the winter he enjoyed the frost covered river, he didn’t trust the ice and never tried to stand on it (not without chakra anyway) but sometimes he liked to watch the rabbits scurry across the glassy surface in the early days of winter. Their coats would turn as white and virtuous as the crisp blankets of snow coating the earth. It was nice to sit and watch them for no other reason than that he could. This place was their home as much as it was his.

** For his 6th birthday Madara’s mother tried her best to make him a treat to celebrate. The pastry was too dry and more bitter than sweet but the real treat was that she was feeling well enough today to get out of bed. The good days always gave him hope, the bad days proved that hope was futile.

Madara swallowed the beautiful pastry even as it stuck to the roof of his mouth he smiled for his mother. She seemed to be the only one who really saw him. He’d miss her when she left this world for good. Madara’s father didn’t remember his birthday, (which was really no surprise) but when his father yelled at his mom for getting out of bed and wasting the eggs they had on one measly pastry; Madara was mad. He used to get upset when his father yelled, wondering what he had done wrong. His mother always told him that it wasn’t his fault that he was a good boy, so smart beyond his years, so caring and loving. Madara knew she was being strong for him, he considered maybe she held on to life just for him. It made him angry seeing his mother suffer his father’s abuse.

“Showing my children I love them will never be a waste.” His mother replied firmly.

His father’s harsh words beat him down like nothing else ever could. It was odd to him sometimes, how defiant his mother was. Her body was frail and she would tire from standing for too long, but his words never made her falter in fact it seemed they made her stand taller.

“You’re too easy on him. He needs to grow up and take responsibility if he’s to be the Head of the Clan! He hasn’t even received his sharingan yet!” His mother kept her head up high, staring down his father. She told Madara time and time again the only thing she ever expected of him was that he become exactly who he wanted to be.

“He has taken enough responsibility for a lifetime.” She said.

“Love will not make him a man! Caring for children is your duty not his! If you are well enough to stand and waste our food and-”

“Don’t talk to her like that!” Madara spat from his place at the table. Madara didn’t know what he wanted for the life he had yet to live, all he wanted in that moment was to be half as strong as his mother. His father glared at him then directed his vermillion stare back to his mother.

“What have you done to him?” He questioned his wife.

His father shoved past his mother knocking her to the floor and grabbed Madara’s arm dragging him from the table. “You are too weak to be any son of mine. Say goodbye to your mother.” Madara fought against his father’s hold to no avail. He heard his mother’s voice as his father dragged him from the house. “It’ll be okay, my love.” She called to him as loud as she could.

When his father finally let him go he tried to run back home. His father shunshined in front of him and knocked him to the ground just the same. “You are my son and you will fight for your clan.”

Madara and his father trained for days, they traveled further and further from home. The hours spent camping and training in the words made every day seem like the last, he wasn’t sure how long he spent out there, learning jutsu after jutsu, learning to properly wield a blade. Eventually he gave in, he’d learn all he could from his father and become strong enough to protect his family.

He was abruptly woken from his slumber in the early hours of morning. No amount of training could have prepared him for what he encountered that afternoon. He never would have imagined that blood was thick enough to coat the earth, that he could feel bone shatter beneath the weight of metal, that war could be so deafeningly loud that it was paradoxically silent. Yet worst of all was the smell as the air hung heavy with blood and moistened steel. He could almost taste the sickly sweet smell of infection from lost limbs and wounds too dastardly to overcome. Excrement and bile from the putrefying corpses. It seemed Madara could even smell fear, he wondered if it were just his own. Uchiha or Senju it didn’t really matter, In the end the dead all smelled the same.

**

When Madara returned home he was scared to face his mother again, worried she would look at him and see someone else. He wanted to wash up, try his best to recall how to smile just for her. When he and his father entered their home, his brothers were fast asleep but his mother was dozing off at the kitchen table. They woke her with the closing of the door. She ran to Madara and kneeled beside him and took him into her small frame. “It’ll be okay, my love.” She whispered only for him to hear. She struggled to rise to her feet and dutifully greeted her husband as well. Madara stood in the doorway and smiled to himself as his father ushered his wife back to bed. He was foolish, his mother would always see him. When his father left the following day, Madara’s mother crawled into his bed and stroked his hair and listened as he cried into her chest just as she always had.

**

Madara loved his family, even when it seemed they didn’t always love him back. His father wasn’t all that appreciative and just demanded more and more, nothing he did was ever enough. His brothers were too young to understand war for what it really was. Madara could think of no better way to describe the senseless violence the clan was plagued with. Battle after battle, no outcome, no solution. There could be no victor when all war brought was death. He took the life of a man he didn’t know for a cause he didn’t understand. Madara watched his uncle die, his cousins die. The only rational thought in his mind was why? He knew better than to ask his father, but when he talked to some friends and cousins it seemed the thought never even crossed their minds.

“What do you mean why?” “For the sake of the clan!” “Don’t you care about your family?”

Madara stopped asking questions, because they were the ones who didn’t get it. He cared for his clan and his family which is precisely why he wanted the fighting to stop. He thought about asking his mom, she was the smartest person he knew. It seemed she was the only one who ever understood him, but she was getting worse and Madara didn’t want to burden her. So instead he did as his father told him, trained everyday, fought and killed when he was told all for the good of the clan. He would do anything to keep his mother and brothers safe, that was what he had to tell himself every time he put on his armor and left the house.

**

His 10th birthday came faster than he imagined. He didn’t want to disturb his mother as he knew she would feel guilty for being stuck in bed. Madara started his day like any other, waking his brother’s, preparing breakfast and taking them all to the training grounds. The elder boys sparred while the younger two worked on molding their chakra. Madara fought with jutsu and kunai, swords and his fists; his brother’s were simply no match. Deciding he was done for the day he told his brothers he had things to take care of and left them to train on their own. In truth Madara only wanted to be in only one place on his birthday, the creek he found in the woods; his own personal oasis. His father couldn’t find him here, his brothers wouldn’t need him here, he wouldn’t have to listen to his mother wheezing for breath wondering if it might be her last. Here he could run through the stream and sit by the river bank just listening to the sounds of nature, for some reason the creek always felt most like home.

Madara skipped down the side of the embankment but stopped suddenly as he heard the splashing of water. He reached for his bow resting firm on his back and pulled his single arrow from its holster, he slowed his steps as his feet cautiously curved to fit the earth and notched the arrow, treading carefully. He brought his bow hand to rest beneath his cheek. The splashing was more rhythmic than he thought, like the sound of a rock slapping the surface. Madara took an even breath and steadied his stance as he descended the hillside. He dropped his bow in an instant when he saw a boy skipping rocks into the creek.

Madara was mad, this was his spot, his one place to feel at home. And someone else was in his home. Madara’s lip trembled and he took a shaky breath. He picked up his bow once more and stomped down to the creek. “Who are you?” Madara demanded. The boy stood up from his crouched position on the opposite side of the creek. He flipped a stone in his hand and smiled brightly. Despite his wide grin Madara could only sense despair, it reminded him of his mother. “Hashirama.” The boy supplied. Madara kept his bow aimed yet the boy didn’t seem the least bit frightened. He tossed the stone back and forth between his hands and flicked it across the creek. The stone skidded across the surface three times before landing at Madara’s feet. “Do you want to skip stones with me?” The boy asked. Madara lowered his weapon, he’d never skipped a stone before, but how different was it really then throwing a shuriken. Madara didn’t have time to play games, the only time he could take a break was when he came to his river.

“It’s easy.” Hashirama said softly, a teasing lilt to his voice. Madara scowled and lowered his bow, stringing it over his shoulder. He picked up the stone at his feet and tested its balance between his hands. It was rounded and smooth, very much like a shuriken though a bit heavier. Madara took a fighting stance and whipped the stone into the creek. It skipped once before clumsily sinking to the bottom of the river bed with a thunk. Madara’s lip quivered in frustration as the boy laughed.

“You have to use your wrist, not your arm.” Hashirama said. “Like this.” He pinched the stone between his thumb and index finger and leveled his hand parallel to the water's surface. He gave his wrist a firm but light flick and the stone skipped rhythmically up stream. Madara picked up a stone, “I know that!” He mimicked Hashirama’s movements and was pleasantly surprised to see his stone skip twice before slipping beneath the current, far more gracefully than his first attempt. Madara stared up at the boy, looking him over as he too skipped another rock. He had a goofy haircut and his clothes were a little odd, but he had kind eyes. Dark just like his own. Hashirama paid Madara’s scrutiny no mind as he stepped into the creek, searching for the perfect stone. He had seen the way Madara threw his rock, he didn’t doubt that he too was a shinobi, but he didn’t want to be alone so he ignored it. He liked the boy’s shaggy dark hair and his flowing indigo yukata. He wondered if maybe he should grow his hair too. Hashirama’s stomach lurched as a warmth took over from the inside out, the feeling only grew when the boy’s voice reached his ears. “My name, I- I’m Madara.”

[khaotic-kitsunes]

Claimed

Yes! Requests are most CERTAINLY open! I came up with two scenarios for this request but since I couldn’t choose...I decided I’ll write them both up! But...the second one will be WAY later in the day cause it’s 3:30am and I’m exhausted...ahhaha...

But either way, I hope you enjoy this request and look forwards to the next version as well! I also thought I’d tag @moonstone777​ and @eraser-girll​ because moonstone seemed excited and eraser-girl seems to like Tamaki content!

So, anyways, enjoy! I’m off to bed for a few hours and will continue writing requests as well as the next part to “the proposal” in the morning!

🥃 AO3 🥃

Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

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 “Hey, come on now little bunny…I’m not gonna bite hard~”

 .

 You flinched away from the man’s hand, backing up a few more steps; growing frustrated when the alpha-wannabe approached you in those same few steps. It was a distasteful game of cat and mouse, it most certainly didn’t help that everyone towered over you, being that you were such a short woman.

 It was your quirk that caused it, it was a simple enough quirk; one that gave you the abilities of a rabbit. A Netherland dwarf rabbit, one of the smallest breeds in the world.

 “I told you I’m not interested…I already have an Alpha; I don’t need some pretender like you!” Your ears twitched at the familiar sound of Tamaki’s growl, the sound filling you with relief while the man in front of you reached out to touch you; surprising you since you had lost focus for only a moment.

 “Don’t lie to me, that’s just an excuse isn’t it? What kind of Alpha wouldn’t properly scent their Omega, huh? Now be a good little bunny and come here!” You ducked away from his hand, running past him and into the outstretched arms of your Alpha, burying your face against his chest while he held you close.

 “Care to tell me why you’re hassling my adorable Omega?” Tamaki’s voice came out in a displeased growl while you squirmed against him, moving until you could peek up at the furious looking mafia boss. You knew that the man who had caused you problems was new, but you also knew that it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t change his attitude immediately.

 .

 “Ah…boss…”

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 Tamaki narrowed his eyes at the man before looking down at you with a warmth that was reserved for you and you alone; a worried look all over his features.

 “Are you alright? (Name)?” You frowned as he spoke, biting your bottom lip before shaking your head in response, completely and utterly unable to lie to him; as much as you didn’t want to be the reason for what was about to happen, you couldn’t deny the fear you had felt as an Omega. Knowing what could have happened if it weren’t for Tamaki, even if you were in a public place that was linked to his gang.

 You had seen it happen before, stopped only by your outraged partner. An Alpha that actually held respect for Omegas and Betas alike.

 “Then it’s decided. (Name), I’ll meet you at home. Mirio will take you and make sure you get home safe and sound” Tamaki leaned down, kissing your cheek before slowly releasing you and allowing you to make your way towards Mirio, who was watching from the exit of the building; looking as if he were ready to step in if needed.

 “M’kay…come home soon Tamaki, please?” You waited until he gave a nod of his head before moving towards Mirio, ignoring the sputtered-out apologies that came from the previously over-confident man.

 There was no way that Tamaki would let him off the hook with any number of apologies. They wouldn’t save him, not now. It was pointless to try.

 .

 ~  ~  ~

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 You moved slowly, crawling onto the bed and into Tamaki’s lap once he was settled against the headboard; enjoying the warmth he radiated after having a hot shower.

 “You don’t have to worry about him anymore bunny, alright?” Tamaki spoke softly as he ran a hand through your hair, watching you with a tender look in his eyes; a relaxed air around him.

 “Mm, thank you…he wasn’t any good…” You trailed off while Tamaki nodded in agreement, leaning down to trail a series of kisses along the expanse of your neck; a low growl building in the base of his throat when you let out an airy gasp.

 “Didn’t have a sense of smell either…you’re covered in my scent. Just like always.” You could feel Tamaki smile as he trailed his kisses lower, though his kisses soon turned into faint bites. You could tell he was still agitated from earlier, but you couldn’t blame him; Tamaki was so possessive over you, his adorable little omega.

 “Tamaki…” You trailed off into a moan quietly when he rocked his hips up to rub against you, his hands beginning to roam your body in a way that already had you eager for more of his touch.

 “Speak up if you want me to stop, I’ll understand if you do” You shook your head at his words, wrapping your arms around his neck slowly and wiggling in his lap, pulling a throaty groan from him.

 .

 “Keep going.”

 .

 Tamaki nodded silently, moving you so that you were on your back with him already on top of you; warm hands groping at your thighs, spreading them so that he could move lower, leaving behind a trail of bitemarks.

 You moaned out when his tongue brushed over your clit, teasing you before grasping onto your thighs properly and thrusting his tongue inside of you; making you arch your back.

 “My beautiful bunny…I’m going to make sure that by the end of the night, I’m the only thing on your mind” Tamaki growled low, his breath hot against you while he thrust his tongue firmly; your moans of pleasure music to his ears after the day he’s had.

 You whined out his name when he removed his tongue, soon replacing it with his fingers, curling them inside of you while you squirmed beneath him, your toes curling from the sudden wave of pleasure.

 “Just like that…” Tamaki watched you with a greedy gaze as he thrust his fingers, mercilessly teasing your clit with his tongue until you were squirming beneath his touch and whimpering his name on every other breath.

 You whined out breathlessly, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his damp locks, tugging firmly; a silent demand for more from your alpha.

 “Bunny, be patient. You’ll get my knot soon…” You shuddered at his hungry growl, crying out when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot; but even if he gave you a warning like that, you couldn’t help but want more.

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 “Tamaki…please!”

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 He removed his fingers with a low grunt, trailing his hands over your thighs and keeping them spread while he moved to rub up against you; it seemed your Alpha was just as impatient as you were tonight.

 “Listen to you…how could I ever deny you? My adorable little bunny” He leaned up, stealing your lips in a heated kiss while burying himself inside of you, groaning at how you felt squeezing down around him.

 His hands moved to your wrists as he thrust his hips roughly, pinning them above your head so that you couldn’t play with his hair anymore; instead wanting to keep you in place beneath him.

 You panted heavily when he finally pulled his head away from yours, allowing you to breathe while he stared down at you; watching you with an amazed sort of curiosity, drinking in your dishevelled appearance.

 “So beautiful…” Tamaki mumbled out in a quiet whisper before burying his face against the crook of your neck, thrusting his hips harder and faster with the seconds that passed. Neither one of you having much patience for the night.

 You craved his touch and his knot. He wanted to erase any memory of the man from earlier, in his mind more than yours.

 “And all mine” He groaned out lowly, his knot beginning to swell as he continued to fuck you senseless; causing an all too familiar heat to build up within the pit of your stomach, a heat so strangely uncomfortable, it always had you wanting more of Tamaki.

 He was the only solution to your problem.

 .

 “Alpha…please…! Please…!”

 .

 You whined out loudly, crying out his name as you arched your back; your orgasm rushing through your entire body and causing you to squeeze down around him, your body eager for your Alpha’s thick knot.

 “Fuck…bunny, you seem more desperate than usual…” Tamaki trailed off, groaning out your name as he bucked his hips, forcing his thick, pulsing knot inside of you as deep as he possibly could; his knot throbbing as he filled you with his hot seed.

 “Tamaki!”

[melonlthawne]

“A Day At The Park” Fic Preview

Fandom: The Flash, DC Comics Characters: Meloni Thawne, Bart Allen, Don Allen, Thaddeus Thawne, Jenni Ognats, Dawn Allen, etc. 

Status: Unfinished Read it on Archive Of Our Own HERE

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Meloni could handle this.

She could totally handle this. 

She was practically Super Woman! Well, no, not even close, but in spirit perhaps? She could at least strive for those levels of confidence and efficiency. Taking care of two rowdy boys was rough for any mom, she wouldn’t dismiss that, but two kids with super-speed, disproportionately high energy levels, and a liking for trouble? She had her hands full. Literally. 

So maybe someone suggested child leashes. When Bart and Thad were much younger, she thought those types of things were ridiculous. Leashes were for animals! Who would even want to associate their kid with an item like a leash? Would parents with leash-kids feed their kids from bowls on the floor, too? But as the boys got older, she soon realized the thought of having leashes for them wasn’t so crazy. She wasn’t entirely sold on them but occasions like this kept her from dismissing the idea completely. 

Don’s sister wanted the kids to meet up for a playdate. Sounded easy enough, right? And maybe it would’ve been in a much more mundane, ordinary family. But as the extended family of The Flash, it was a little hard to assume any normal outing would go as planned or as smoothly as it would for a normal family. Donny was busy with….something today. Meloni felt queasy when he told her at the last minute. It was already difficult to handle the boys with four hands on board, but down to her own wits and adrenaline it would be IMPOSSIBLE to keep everything sailing smoothly. 

And everything proved to go exactly as her worrying entailed. Even from the moment they woke up. 

Meloni hadn’t set any alarms. That was error number one. But, luckily (if you could call it that!), she was awoken by some sort of wailing noise originating from Bart and Thad’s room. Shared room. Cute idea in retrospect, not so much otherwise. Meloni sat up so fast she almost slammed backwards into the headboard of her bed, but she managed to stop herself before it happened. Fearing the worst, she threw the covers off of herself and ran towards their room, biting her tongue so hard she could taste the bitterness of a bit of blood. 

“Bart? Thad?” Meloni’s voice rang through the halls and as she turned the corner, hands scrambling to find the doorknob and open the door, her calling got louder and more desperate “Did something happen?! Are you two okay?!”

She pulled the door open so far, so fast, it could’ve decapitated a man if given the chance. Meloni’s shoulders dropped in relief when she was met with the answer.

“He took my bunny!” Bart immediately yelped. Meloni’s look softened. Bart’s finger pointed towards Thad in accusation. His face was red and wet from tears. 

“I didn’t!” Thad argued back, shoulders arched and hands curled into tight fists. “Bunnies are stupid, they’re a weak animal! I woulda’ had a cooler plush anyway ....” The blonde’s voice simmered, and he crossed his arms over his chest in fierce denial. 

“You did!” Bart’s voice was much weaker this time and he sniffled back more tears, rubbing at his face. “I woke up this mornin’ an’ he was gone. No one else could’ve taken it.” 

Meloni frowned. 

“Honey, you shouldn’t assume your brother took your toy.” Meloni began, coming forward and putting a hand on the brunet’s shoulder. “I’m sure it’s in here somewhere. How about we look for it?” 

“No! He’s gotta have taken it. Where else would it be? I sleep with’em every night an’ Thad likes to stay up to read…” Bart shoots a look at Thad. Thad gasps, before scrunching his brows and sticking his tongue out at the other boy. Bart looks back up to Meloni, still upset. 

“Thad, have you seen Bart’s rabbit?” Meloni asks, still in that soft tone of voice, not wanting to incite anything. She can’t let either know if she felt one way or another. Being a parent of multiple kids meant you had to see all sides of the story, be unbiased, even if it was hard. But truthfully, she doubted Thad would’ve taken his brother’s toy. It wasn’t like him. Even if they bickered, Thad wouldn’t do that to his brother. Meloni knew she raised him right so far, and he wouldn’t do things like that unless he was around that type of behavior. 

“I swear, I haven’t.” Thad answers, voice somewhat quiet. His arms are still over his chest, but he too seems to have calmed down a bit. “I went to sleep after I finished the book Dad got me. Bart was hugging the bunny like normal. So I just put the book away and went to sleep.”

“See?” Meloni turned to Bart, giving him a reassuring smile. 

The boy snorted air out of his nose, still unsatisfied. 

Meloni knelt down to get a better look. She carefully wiped at Bart’s damp face, trying to get rid of the tear tracks. Bart wiggled away, but soon settled in, wanting the comfort. Meloni then got up, surveying the two boys before putting her hands on her hips.

“I promise when we get home later we can look around for the bunny, okay?” She said to Bart, only to turn back to see them both. “

[smutsonian]

your king ii

Pairing: King!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: No matter how much the king says you’re safe with him, you’ll never believe him. You won’t believe someone like him.

Warning/s: little angst, violence, asshole steve, some weird shit you’ll probably question, mentions of noncon, fires, not proofread so sorry for the headaches to come

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so i made this thing a series? hopefully i come thru and complete this one kskskksks

chapter i

He kept his promise and gave you a hot bath. Although, he didn’t stay for long. He watched you as you got into the steaming water and you saw how his jaw clenched as well as his fists before leaving you all on your own. 

You scrubbed every inch as hard as you could. The pain between your thighs was forgotten once your skin burned at the way you scrubbed your skin. You would’ve never stopped if it weren’t for the man who caught your attention.

“Are you planning on scrubbing your skin until you’re nothing but pieces of bones?” He snickered at you when you glared at him. He showed the huge robe on his hands to you before giving you a genuine smile. Something you didn't know you would get from any of the evil king’s men. 

“I ain’t here to hurt you, my lady. I just thought you would want something to dry yourself up with and keep you warm.” He tilted his head at you as you continued to glare at the unknown man. He shook his head as he grinned at you. “Or maybe you don’t want it? No worries. I can just go back and leave you be…” He turned around and started walking away.

“Wait!” You quickly went out of the tub before running towards the man, forgetting about your nudity and eyes widening when the man turned around with a smirk before it fell when he saw that you were in front of him.

“Hells!” He quickly raised the robe towards you to block your body away from his sight as he closed his eyes as well. You were shocked at how this man was acting compared to the king and his other men. You quickly snatched the robe from him and wrapped it around yourself before coughing awkwardly.

He opened one eye before looking at you and breathing out a sigh of relief. “You’re one of the king’s men, are you not?” You asked him, trying to sound fearless but knowing that it was no use. You could never fight anyone even if you wanted to.

He nodded before cracking up another smile. “Yes. Do I not look like one? Do I look like a king myself?” He wiggles his eyebrows and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. You stopped laughing when you saw him looking at you with bright eyes. “No… You just act differently… More kind.” You mumbled while you looked at your toes on the ground.

“Well, I am flattered. My name is Sam, by the way.” He smiled at you when you looked back up at him. “I’m Y/N,” you whispered. “I know. Now, let’s go find you some more clothing.” He motioned for you to follow him and you did, instantly trusting the man named Sam. 

Instead of the usual corsets, silk dresses, and thick fur, you were given a plain cotton top and a pair of breeches that were a little too loose for you.  You were also given a pair of old dusty boots. They could’ve given you your own clothes but they didn’t. Sam said that he was ordered to give you those clothes. You were sure that the king wanted you to know that you’re below him and he’s way above you. 

You stared out the window, glaring at the flag with the symbol of a shield with a star in the middle that was attached to one of the wagons. He killed everyone you knew. He killed your parents in front of you before he took you out to the snow and forced himself on you like you were nothing but a body to pleasure him. He made empty promises, assured you that you were safe with him but you felt nothing but fear and hatred. He’s a cruel man. Heartless. He killed your family and he’ll do the same to you. He’ll get tired of you eventually and you’ll meet the same faith as your family and friends.

Hatred. You’re filled with it. You tried to remember your mother’s words about hatred. Hate will bring nothing but war. It will bring nothing but pain. She always told you that you should never let your hatred grow because it will turn into something dangerous. She always reminded you that hatred will only bring bad fortune to everyone around you and yourself. You tried to remember her words. You tried to listen to it but you were blinded by hatred. You hate the man who killed your parents. The man who killed your people. The man who smiles at how he makes people suffer.

Your inner battle with yourself was cut short when the flag you’ve been glaring at ignited before it turned into crisps and ashes. The horse that was tied to the front of the wagon jumped and let out a fearful neigh. You gasped in shock before stepping away from the window. “What was that?” You whispered to yourself before jumping in the air when a knock came from the door. 

Sam’s head poked out at the gap between the door before smiling at you. “It doesn’t look too bad on you. In my opinion, I think it suits you.” He walks over to you before taking hold of your chin and tilting your head from left to right. “Your face is more prominent with your hair up. I can see why they named you the beauteous princess.”

“Beauteous? Who said that?” You look at him with a questioning look but he only grinned at you before shaking his head and telling you to follow him out the small chamber bedroom.

King Steve entered the late king’s chamber with a frown as James did his best to keep up with the king. Steve sat down on the mattress that was covered with expensive furs. 

“What have you done?” James’ voice was filled with worry when he asked. “Did you hurt the woman?” He continued. “Did you burn—” He was cut off by the loud and booming voice of the king. “Nothing happened! That bitch is perfectly fine. Unharmed. Why do you care so much, James? She deserves to die for everything she’s done!” Steve stands up from the bed before walking towards his best mate. 

“She needs to die for what she’s done—” Steve repeats but James cuts him off.

“She hasn't done anything!” James exclaims. 

“Yet!” Steve bellows. “The gods do not lie, James. We need not to wait until the visions come true.” Steve’s voice becomes softer yet still broken.

“And the gods told you everything you know? Did they talk to you directly? You must not believe everything that the witch tells you. You can’t trust her!” James’ face scrunches in frustration as Steve shakes his head in disagreement.

“Wanda is known for her clever words. The witch is known for her counsel to work. She said that the dreams that I’ve been having are real. It means that it will happen, James.” Steve explains with passion.

“But she also said something about your dreams not being complete. You can’t just kill the princess because of some nightmare you keep having.” James points out. “But, hell! You killed her family! And for what?! For a series of dreams that keep you up at night?” James lets out a dry laugh which Steve didn’t find hilarious at all.

“I am still your king, James. You should treat me as such and show me respect if you don’t want to be among those who are lying dead in their own blood.” Steve gives James a pointed look before chuckling to himself.

“And we both know that those people are not her true family.” He snarks before walking over to the door. “Now, move along unless you want to burn with everything and everyone in this pitiful town. We’ll start burning everything down.” He gives him another dark look before leaving the chamber.

Sam brought you to the same wagon you were watching from the window earlier. You were laid down on the wood while Sam was riding the horse. You stared at the empty thin pole that used to have the flag. You looked away from the pole and turned towards Sam. “Where is he?” You asked. He looked at you with a questioning look and you scoffed quietly before adding. “The man who murdered my people. Where is your king?” You say through gritted teeth.

Sam sighed before stopping the wagon and turning his full attention on you. “He told me to bring you to the castle. He’ll be with you tomorrow morning.” You don’t say anything so he says something else.

“He’s not the monster you think he is, you know…” Sam mumbles and you look at him with wide eyes, surprised with what he just said. 

“He just killed every single one of my family in front of me before taking me on the cold snow like a horny rabbit. If that’s not a work of a monster to you then I don’t know what is!” You hissed at him, controlling your anger by laying on your back again and closing your eyes. 

“He did what to you…?” Was the last thing you heard from Sam before the wagon started moving again, rocking you into a deep slumber.

The screams of a woman woke you up and the view that you found when you opened your eyes was new to you yet feels so familiar. Like you’ve been here before. 

It was a small wooden cabin. 

The screams of the woman continued as the cabin started to catch on fire. The screams of the woman were soon joined with cries of a baby. Your eyes widened and you tried to move to give help but you were frozen in place. It’s like you have no control over your body. 

The cries of the baby got louder while the woman’s screams started to falter and you felt your heart break as the feeling of sadness washes over you. 

You do your best to move, trying to wiggle your fingers on your toes and your hands. Forcing whatever it is that’s making you stuck away from your body. Your muscles started to come back to life and you’re able to move your hands and soon, all of your muscles. 

You stumbled and ran as fast as you can towards the burning cabin. The door opens and you see two figures, one was holding something in their arms. You ran faster towards the blazing fire as the two figures started to disappear. 

When you finally reached the cabin, you reached for the door, not feeling the hotness of the knob as you pushed the door open.

Flames and smoke blared out of the door, enveloping your form and swallowing you whole. The feeling of burn and pain that you should be feeling was absent but when you found two purple orbs staring back at you through the fire, a wave of pain clutches your heart and suddenly, you can no longer breathe.

Your eyes flew open and you started to cough for air. You covered your mouth with the sleeves of your cotton top and coughed into it until your breathing was back to normal. 

“You okay back there?” Sam’s voice catches you and you turn towards him who was looking back at you with a worried look. 

You nod your head once before looking back at the sleeves of your shirt. The edges were black and torn as if it was burned with fire. You took a deep breath before tearing the burnt part of your sleeves up and throwing out of the wagon.

 What was that just now?

What just happened?

[imagine-the-fanfics]

Seized

Characters: Goro Majima x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, implied attempted rape

Inspiration: Request by Anon – “Uhh can I get a fic where the reader gets kidnapped by Majima if you'd be fine w/ it? 👉👈”

A/n: Okay, so this got… A little intense. I was able to water it down a lot, but please look over the warnings and take them seriously. Hope you enjoy it none the less, Nonny. Also. My autocorrect keeps trying to change “eye” to “eyes” and I’m sorry if I miss some of those. This fic is dark (much less so now than it was originally) and I am sorry. I don’t support anything in this fic and it is not meant to glamorize.

When you came to, your head was pounding. You tried to yawn, but you couldn’t seem to open your mouth. You tried to see what was stopping you, but you couldn’t move your hands. Your eyes opened, but you couldn’t see. You started to whimper, struggling to get out of your bindings.

“Oh good, yer awake. Fuckin’ finally,” a man’s voice said.

A chill ran down your spine as you realized the position you were in. The hood you didn’t know was on your head was removed, and you found yourself face to face with a man you didn’t know. The sudden light was blinding, and you struggled to keep your eyes open from the sudden light.

“Oh, what the hell,” the man grumbled. “I told ‘em none of this tape on the mouth shit.” He reached over, working a bit off to grab. “This is gonna hurt, darlin’,” he said before immediately ripping off the duct tape, causing you to let out a loud but short shout from pain. “Exactly why I told ‘em not to fuck with that shit,” he sighed, crouching down so the two of you were eye-level. “How are ya? Ya feelin’ okay?” His tone was softer, more concerned, as if he actually cared about you.

“I—”

“Juuuust kiddin’,” he said before standing up. “I don’t give two shits. Yer pops probably does, though.” He looked down at you and you looked up at him, speechless. “Oh, ya didn’t know? Yer dad’s neck deep in with the yakuza, sweetheart. Owes a lot of money to a lot of people, including me.

“I thought, ‘Maybe if I take his kid he’ll know I mean business,’ but so far that ain’t been the case. ‘Course, ya ain’t been here too long, maybe he just needs some time.” His eye raked your body, taking in every ounce of what you had to offer. He’d be lying If he said he wasn’t attracted. You were so quiet that he was a little surprised.

Truth was, you were embarrassed. You hadn’t worn these pajamas expecting to get kidnapped, but who ever expects to get kidnapped? You were in maroon short shorts, a sports bra, and a white tank-top. Panties, too, of course, but nothing that was fun or exciting just plain and black, matching the sports bra.

Memories of getting here were nonexistent. The last thing you remembered was laying down in bed to sleep. You, again, tried to move your hand to your pounding head and found it couldn’t move. That was when you started to assess your surroundings.

The man continued to watch you; being under his gaze made you feel like a small rabbit about to be devoured by a mad dog. You felt small, afraid. The look in his eye was enough to chill your soul. “Ya realizin’ the mess yer in now?” The man asked, pulling up a chair you hadn’t noticed and sitting in it. You were starting to panic as you looked around the room. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt ya.” You were tied to a chair, arms bound behind you and legs bound to the respective legs of the chair you were in. Another rope was tied around your chest, just under your breasts. You struggled a little bit.

“Well, not yet at least,” the man sighed. “Yer just… So delicious to look at.” The man’s eye raked your body again, stopping at your chest for a moment before lowering, pausing again and then meeting your gaze again. “I could eat ya right up,” he grinned wickedly at you.

“Maybe I will,” he said, still grinning.

You tried to meld with the chair, hoping to get as far away from him as possible, but that wasn’t possible.

“But not yet,” he said, sounding too happy, clapping his hands once as he stood up. “Let’s get ya some water. Gotta stay hydrated, after all.”

You blinked, watching this enigma of a man as he walked out of the room you were being held in. You took the moment too look around and fully take in your surroundings. There was a bed, a hook in the ceiling, and a chain on the ground with the far end connected to the floor that had a cuff on the other end. “What kind of sick place is this?” You gulped as your gaze shifted to the windowless cinderblock walls that surrounded you.

When the door opened you jumped and yelped.  

“Here’s yer water. Gotcha a straw,” he said with a proud grin, as if the straw was a thoughtful gesture when you were literally tied to a chair in a room that looked like it belonged in a horror movie.

“Thanks,” you muttered, sipping the water through the straw.

“’Course!” He smiled at you. “Gotta keep ya hydrated, like I said.” He continued to hold the cup and straw for you until you finished. “There ya go,” the man said with a smile. You just stared at him. “Alright. Let’s try callin’ yer dad and see if he’s gonna pay up now.” He took out his phone and called, holding it to his ear.

“Ahhh, Mr. Y/L/N, yeah?” the man said into the phone. You could only hear half of the conversation. “Good. I got yer kid here. Ya ready to pay yer debt yet?” A pause, the man’s face turning sour. “Fine, here.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and put your father on speakerphone.

“Y/n?” Your father’s voice asked, sounding a bit worried.

“Dad,” you gasped, not really expecting to hear your father. “Dad? Is that you? I don’t know where I am. Please help!

“Ohmygod, Y/n!” He was sufficiently panicked, and the man took the phone back holding it up to his ear.

“Easy, easy, Y/L/N-san. Focus.” Majima’s face contorting in frustration. “I said to calm the fuck down!” He shouted into the phone, looking pleased as he continued. “That’s better. Now, when I can I expect yer payment?” A pause, another sour face. “Do ya really think Imma let ya have until tomorrow when yer just gonna skip town. Ya got two hours, otherwise I’m keepin’ the girl.” The man hung up the phone, sliding it into his pocket. “I guess we’ll haveta see if yer Dad thinks yer worth payin’ his debt for.” He paused, looking you up and down again. “I’d pay for ya.”

You squirmed, looking away. He knelt down in front of you and looked into your eyes with his eye, watching you curiously. “I might have some fun with ya later. We’ll see. For now, I gotta get some work done. Tata~” He said, standing up and waving as he walked out the door. A moment later he came back in. “I almost forgot.” He pulled your chair over, clasping the cuff around your ankle and then cutting the ropes off that had you tied to the chair, freeing your wrists as well. “There, that’s gotta feel better.” You just stared at him, unable to move in fear. “Alright. Bye, for realsies this time, Y/n-chan~!” He walked out, waving again and you were left sitting in your chair, still too deep in shock to do anything.

What felt like hours passed and you stayed in the chair, still coming to terms with what happened and where you were. You had always thought that you would be stronger in this situation, that you would fight back – but you weren’t, and you didn’t. You just sat in your chair, rubbing your wrists, and feeling the cold metal of your ankle cuff on your skin. You felt tears floating around in your eyes, looking around as the reality of your situation settled in.

Eventually you stood up, walking around to see how far your chain would allow you to go. Not very far. You couldn’t reach any of the walls, and you could barely reach the bed and lay on it. You couldn’t even get near the door, not that you could break it down if you could reach it. From the look of it and how it sounded when it closed, it was solid wood.

You settled on sitting on the bed, looking up at the hook in the ceiling, wondering what it was for. Images of hanging slabs of meat floated through your mind and you looked away, trying to find something else to distract yourself with.

It shocked you that you weren’t crying. At this point you didn’t feel scared or sad enough to cry; you just felt numb. You didn’t feel like you were in your body. You laid down, resting you hear on the shitty flat pillow, curling up in the fetal position for warmth since there was no blanket, and closed your eyes.

/// You were awoken by the angry slam of the door and the one-eyed man looked even more angry than he had when he was on the phone. “Yer dad still ain’t payin’. Do ya know what that means?” You shook your head. “Means I gotta rough ya up a bit to show Daddy just how much I mean what I’m tellin’ him.”

You heard your dad’s voice panicking on the phone and your stomach turned sour. You cowered on the bed, not sure what was coming. The man set his phone down, climbing onto the bed with a pair of handcuffs he pulled out of his back pocket, wrestling with you until your hands were cuffed together and you were crying. What was he going to do to you?

“Majima! Don’t touch her!” Your father’s voice called out.

So this one-eyed monster had a name, and that name was Majima.

He grabbed the cufflinks and pulled you off the bed, bringing you below the hook and effortlessly putting the links into it. You tried to wiggle out of it, but you could barely touch the floor on your tiptoes, and the hook was too high to maneuver the links over it. You whimpered, knowing whatever he was going to do next was something.

“I gotta say, Mr. Y/L/N, yer daughter is… well. Ya see what I’m seein’ ain’tcha? That tank top is just… So tight. Leaves nothin’ to the imagination. Them shorts are just…” Majima’s voice trailed off and he looked over to the phone on the chair. “Ah, s’pose not. Lemme fix that.” He maneuvered the chair and phone so he could see exactly what was happening.

“Let’s begin,” the man said, pulling out a tanto, unsheathing it.

You heard your father protest, but you couldn’t understand him. Your heartbeat was whooshing in your head as you feared the worst was coming.

He was going to rape you, wasn’t he?

“Da—Dad?” You whimpered, crying. “Dad—Dad please don’t let—”

“All yer dad has to do is pay me what I’m owed, and then yer free to go,” Majima assured, approaching you. “I don’ wanna hurt ya, but I gotta get my money. Sorry, darlin’.”

“Let—Let me go home, please! Please! I won’t tell anyone! I won’t!” You begged, crying. “Please don’t—”

“This is yer dad’s doin’. All he hasta do is pay. Once he pays, yer free!” Majima laughed. “Easy as that.”

“MAJIMA!” Your dad shouted; you closed your eyes when you heard his voice crack.

You felt the tip of the blade against the skin of your neck. It wasn’t pressed enough to draw blood, but you tilted your head back in an effort to pull back from it, it didn’t work. Majima looked to his phone, and your eyes followed, seeing yourself on the screen and trying not to shriek. The blade slowly slid down to your collarbones, tracing the edges of them. You continued to whimper.

“Last chance, Y/L/N-san,” Majima’s eye was raking your body yet again, and you felt his hand playing with the fabric of your tank top. “It’s like she dressed this way just ta tease me,” he sighed, removing the blade and replacing it with his lips. “She tastes good, too,” he continued to kiss and lick your neck, maneuvering to each side. As you tried to get away, you only gave him more access. At one point he grabbed your throat. “Quit. Moving.” You did, closing your eyes and whimpering some more.

By this time, you were sobbing. You knew what was coming, and you were powerless to stop it.

“MAJIMA! STOP IT!” Your father shouted again, falling on deaf ears.

“If yer neck tastes this good, I can’t wait ta try yer pussy,” Majima growled, causing you to whimper louder, trying to lean away. He back away for a moment, turning to look at his phone, making sure your father had a good view. “Well, Daddy, what should I take first?” He asked, tapping his chin with the flat of the blade.

“Majima, please! I’ll pay! Just give me a little—”

“Ya had yer time,” Majima responded so coldly that it felt like the room temperature dropped.

He approached you, your crying and sobbing having shifted to tears and mindless babble that was begging him to stop. He wasn’t going to. He took your tank top in one hand and used the tanto to start cutting your shirt off. Once it was completely ripped open, he took another step back. You were sobbing, looking at the floor. Terrified and ashamed of what was happening.

“What’s next, Y/L/N?” Majima asked, looking at the phone, listening to your father beg him to stop. “You keep beggin’ me to stop, but you beggin’ ain’t gettin’ yer debt erased.”

“I’ll give you my home, my car, my daughter— just don’t make me watch this anymore!” Your father begged.

Majima hesitated, and it took you a moment to process what

“Deal.” He hung up the phone, looking at you, watching you cry for a moment before unlocking the cuffs. “I can’t believe that fuckin’ asshole would sell his own kid like that,” he grumbled. “She’s yer kid, dipshit, yer supposed to protect her, not sell her to clear yer fuckin’ debts.”

You didn’t care, you were just crying. You fell to the ground once you were no longer being held up by the cuffs. Majima caught you, rubbing your back as you clung to him. It was strange, clinging for comfort to the man you were sure was going to rape you not even a full minute ago. Yet, here you are, clinging to him. He picked you up, carrying you to the bed and sat you down, undoing the ankle cuff and then sitting on the bed next to you. You leaned away from him.

“I wasn’ gonna hurt ya,” Majima sighed. “Just hadta make yer dad think I was. Figured he’d pay that way, can’t say I expected him to sell ya to me.” You dived into his arms, sobbing violently. “Shhh… It’s okay,” he assured, resting his cheek against your head as you cried.

All you wanted was to wake up in your bed back in your apartment. That you could call your dad and tell him what you dreamt about and how much it hurt. He’d comfort you; tell you that would never happen, that you were more important money or material items. That wasn’t going to happen, though.

All you could do was cry, waiting for Majima to decide what he was going to do with you.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit

Chapter Two. Pt One

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help.

W! Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

Tags. @khemz1312 @squeaky-ducky @goofygobber @dracoslittlesunflower @trashyvicks @rosiehufflepuff @dracmalf0y-dm

It was him.. He found your shop , hes out .. hes.. He looks so broken, hurt, tired.

“Draco!” you ran over wrapping your arms around him crying hard into his chest trying to talk but nothing was making any sense. He was really here, after so long you could finally feel him against you , hear his heartbeat and feel his breathing on your head… but.. His heartbeat was slower than it should be and his breathing seemed to be staggered, was he trying to hide it ? Draco pulled you in closing his eyes just taking it in. He made it, alive.

She doesn't love you

We love you Draco

Come baaack...

“Draco?”

His breathing started to hitch.

Shes second guessing this whole thing.

“Draco?” you rubbed his chest so he would look at you. “You okay?”

The man shook his head getting rid of the voices and cupped your cheeks in his palms. “Is it really you, Rabbit?”

You giggled leaning into him. “I was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Can we sit down?” he asked you looking around the shop not seeing anyone.

“Yes, wait here just gotta close up” gently you let go of him to go flip the OPEN sign over.

She hates this

Draco leaned on the counter holding his head. “Sshhut up….” he whispered.

You are not welcome here…

“Yes i am….”

Biscuit hopped over to the mans shaking hand to lay its head on it and the voices started to fade away. The man looked down to see the brown rabbit staring at him wiggling its nose. “I..” he flipped his hand over to scratch at the rabbits chin. “I cant tell her...this happens.”

You returned with a big smile on your face. “Aw he likes you already ! “ you picked up the rabbit holding him with one hand.

“Where did .. you get him..” Draco took your other hand following you up the stairs of your shop.

“The twins, graduation gift.cheeky bastards” you giggled nuzzling your cheek on the rabbit. “I love him though, hes helped a lot.”

“Rabbit..”

“Huh? Yes?” you sat Draco down in the living room and put Biscuit on his pillow.

Are you going to show her?

It might scare her.

He shook his head and started to unbutton his dress jacket. “I need to .. show you something.”

“Okay, whats wrong?” you joined Draco on the couch watching him pull his dress jacket off with shaky hands. “ Draco..?”

“Yes..?” his undershirt was pulled over his head .

“Your really shaky -..”

The bruises were a deep purple; they were all over his chest as if someone had been kicking him repeatedly in all the same spots. The middle of his chest, the lower half by his stomach and his arms around his shoulders.. All purple. Around his elbows had scratches from elbows to wrists that did not look good at all; they were sporadic red lines in all directions. His nails were short with red under them that seemed to not go away. His neck was full of cuts and his hands had cuts on them as well. You picked up one of Dracos hands to see his knuckles. Deep purple with fresh blood.

Told you the cuts would open…

Shes scared….

“Draco?”

He wasn't looking at you, just breathing hard and whimpering. “M’fine..”

“Stay right here okay?” you got up hurrying off into your restroom.

See?

She ran away from you

Your not the same person you once were

You cant fit in

Come back….

He shook his head but they just got louder.

Come back…

Come back…

Come back…

“Shut up…” Draco leaned on his knee holding his head up with his hand staring at the sleeping rabbit. “..b-b--biscuit…”

The rabbit opened an eye to see Draco on the verge of a breakdown. He got up hopping over cautiously so Draco could pick him up and set him on his lap.

Come…...ba.aa..ck..

He exhaled heavily once the voices left…

You had returned as well with some medicine and health potions. “Here, these will help, i made them” you held up the purple potion to him . “just drink this..”

Draco took the flask in a shaky hand drinking the sweet tasting liquid, he felt his body aches fade away and saw you wrapping up his knuckles. “I cant heal the bruises but.. “

“Do you still want me……”

“Huh?”

His hand cupped your cheek after putting the flask down. “Even if i look like this..”

“Draco id want you no matter what.” you kissed him. “Promise.”

He leaned into you heaving heavily. “Of course you would rabbit.”

Your arms wrapped around him to rub his back, his breathing was still off to you.. “Draco..what happened in..”

“I dont want to talk about it… not yet.” he cut you off fast. Dropping the conversation.

“Alright alright.. Lets go to bed instead.” you got up taking hsi wrapped hands in yours leading him up to the bed, Biscuit had hopped off Dracos lap to go back to his pillow to sleep.

It was a small room but you liked it, Draco ditched his pants, socks realizing he would need clothes . He looked at the bed staring at it for a long time. This would be the first night not in a cell…. In two years..

Its not the same

Don't you miss the cell?

Draco dug his hands in his hair, closing his eyes. “Shut up.. Leave me alone.”

We are a part of you now Draco.

We will never leave..

You came over moving the blanket down for him and pulling him over , your eyes down.

“Rabbit? Whats wrong?” he tipped your chin up seeing your sad face staring at him.

“The-the last time we … shared.”

He pressed you to him squeezing very tight. That night, that awful night , he was his worst.

Even she remembers that….

Awful…

Draco shook his head and leaned down to press his forehead to yours looking in your eyes. “Rabbit, I promise. I will never do that again.”

You waved your hand around ”i know.. Im just.. I want to “ you could not help but laugh. “ i want to snuggle.”

Draco hitched out a chuckle and kissed your forehead. “Oh Rabbit, of course.” you followed Draco into the bed and he pulled the covers up and laid your head on his chest. Soft.. comfortable.. Warm. it had been so long for him.

“Draco.. The light”

“Oh.” reaching out he grabbed the long string , his arm around you squeezed your shoulder as he pulled it making the room very dark. You snuggled into Draco and he did the same, running his fingers up and down your shoulder staring into the pitch black ceiling. This was not like the first night.. You were so scared of him.. Would not even face him in bed or look at him. Hes still amazed you stayed all night.

..

…

….

.

…..

A couple hours later. Draco was still awake holding your sleeping body.

Its dark isn't it ?

Draco shut his eyes, breathing slightly hard.

Remindssss us of the cell

Do you miss the dark..?

We miss the dark

“Leave me alone…”

But why? Dont you want to see us?

“ i want you to get out of my head..” his hands found his hair.

Do you think you can get rid of us on your own…?

His breathing was picking up, when he opened his eyes all he saw was darkness staring back at him, the room was starting to spin.

At least in the cell you had the moon…

The one light …

“Go … aa a- away…”

He got up in bed carefully laying you back down on his pillow.

She does not love you.

“Yes she does..” he got out of bed stumbling in the dark hitting the wall. “She does.. She loves me” he stammered out to the hallway feeling around for the light switch flipping it on. “Dammit Draco.. Your fine.. Pull it together…”

Are you sure…?

You can hardly walk..

“I just need some water… ignore them..” he shook his head, getting a small moment's peace. Draco found the kitchen slamming a cabinet open grabbing a glass. His wrist hit the sink turning on the water, he held the glass under getting the water more on his wrist then the cup.

You cant do things on your own anymore

The water was turned off and draco lifted the very shaky glass up to his lips while drinking .

Shes going to tell you to leave………

The glass shattered in Draco's hand waking you up to see the bed empty and the light on. “Draco?” quickly you got out of bed getting to the hallway just to stop when you heard him.

“I'm fine! Just needed some water…” his hands were bleeding . “go back to sleep Rabbit..”

“But.. I heard something.. Are you sure?” he heard your footsteps .

“Yes, Rabbit. Go to bed.” he tried to sound like he used to , when he had you under his finger in school. It must have worked because he heard you turn around and go back to bed. Draco leaned over the sink watching his tears hit the broken glass . “i … i cant tell her….”

[imagine-this-fandom]

BNHA x Fem! Reader: The Rescue- Green Rabbit

The rescue intro: here

Inko started bustling about the store, gathering supplies, muttering excitedly as she went. You followed, confused, but intrigued. She seemed super focused on what she was doing. At some point during here mumbling and pacing, she had handed you izuku so she could grab a cage.

As she bustled about, you took this time to shower the adorable rabbit in your arms with affection. He seemed to love all the little touches, but he especially loved the strokes on his big fluffy ears.  He was a relatively small rabbit, but what drew the eyes the most was his dark green fur. It almost looked like it had been dyed that color, maybe by a a previous owner. His eyes were also a dark green and he had speckles of black dots across his cheeks where his whiskers were, kind of like freckles, you noted.  He seemed a little shy, but you could already see he was warming up to you a little. You smiled and ran your finger gently up and down the bridge of his nose while he relaxed in your arms. 

Inko had stopped to face you while you were distracted and she had to take a moment. The two of you were so cute! She quickly snuck a photo before stepping into your field of vision with two bags holding the supplies you'd need.

"I see you're already starting to get to know each other. I knew I made the right choice!"

She beamed, nodding to the rabbit that had started to doze off in your arms.

"Wait, the pet for me,  you meant Izuku here?" 

You were a bit confused, but definitely pleasantly surprised. Who wouldn't want to take the sweet little guy home? Inko looked at you with a wide grin, nodding enthusiastically. 

"He needs someone to look after him. He doesn't belong cooped up in a store."

You looked at the sleeping rabbit, fondness already starting to build up inside you. Sure this would be a change, but a welcome one to be sure. You were going to give this rabbit the best life you could!

"I'm happy to take him, Mrs. Midoriya. Thank you so much."

She grinned and gently took Izuku, placing him in a travel cage for you so that you could carry him home safely.  After making sure you had everything, she said a quiet goodbye to the bunny and kissed the top of his head before handing off his carrier.

You were relieved to discover Izuku slept the whole walk home. Little man must have been tired! You gently set the carrier down and left it open while you got to work unpacking all the things that Mrs. Midoriya had packed for him. You were amused to discover a reoccurring theme with most of the supplies that were given. There was a lot of Allmight themed stuff. If it wasn't Allmight, it was themed to his suit colors. Guess Inko was a fan or something. 

Setting things up went quickly, but the cage did give you some trouble. You elected to have the cage on the floor so Izuku had easy access to hop around. That being said, the cage instructions were confusing. Once you did finally have it set up, you were sweaty and tired, but triumphant. You gave a small whoop of victory before falling back from your sitting position and just resting on the floor to catch your breath. You closed your eye for a little bit, but were brought back to the present by a cold twitchy nose against your cheek. Opening your eyes, you saw that Izuku had woken up at some point and made his way over to you.

"Hey buddy, welcome to the world of the living. And also, welcome home. I know it's not that much to look at, but I hope you can enjoy it here."

You sat up and carefully scooped the bunny into your arms, cuddling the dark green bundle of fluff as you cooed to him about all the cool things Inko had given you for him.

"She even got you a little Allmight figurine to sit in your cage! Isn't that cool?"

He wiggled his nose in excitement, already excited to check it for accuracy, especially considering how big of a fan he was. You seemed to catch on to this quickly.

"You're a fan too, huh? Guess we're gonna get along."

You smiled and gently placed him in his cage, making sure he had everything he needed before heading to bed. He watched you settle down for a bit, pondering his new living situation and what would happen next.

*Time skip time*

While you were optimistic about the whole pet thing, you weren't expecting it go as well as it had been. 

Izuku was an absolute angel. He was as well behaved as pets come. You made sure to spend time with him everyday, and coming home to hang out with him became the highlight of your day. He was always excited to see you and you could spend hours snuggling him. He seemed to appreciate the affection as well, hopping up to you whenever he decided pets were needed. 

On the other hand, he was scary smart. Sometimes you entertained the thought that he could comprehend human words. Sometimes while you were reading with him in your lap, it seemed like he was reading the words on the page too, lost in concentration. You trained him to do tricks and he'd pick it up within an hour or two, just like that. He really liked you, and if doing the tricks made you happy, he was all for it.

Sometimes though, he would just kind of shut down. To you, it looked like he would stop moving and his nose would twitch in overdrive. Usually some new trick or obstacle triggered this frozen mode, so you were careful to make sure he wasn't anywhere he could hurt himself if he zoned out. He was really just analyzing, if he could speak, and endless torrent of words would be washing over you as he mumbled to himself with no end in sight, lost in thought. You found these moments strange, but after some research, you were reassured that it was just an oddity that made Izuku who he was. You decided it wasn't worth worrying about since it didn't seem to be hurting him.

He was always so well behaved while you were at work, that you just left his cage open during the day so he had free reign over the house. This led to him meeting you at the door after a particularly bad day at work. As the door opened, Izuku was quick to hop over, eager to see you again after the hours at work. He wasn't expecting you to walk past him with no greeting. You were beginning to concern him now. He watched you as you walked towards the couch, eyes glazed as thoughts swirled violently in your head. You sat down with a weariness he wasn't expecting and he made his way over to you quickly, determined to find out what was wrong.

You were brought out of your negative stupor by Izuku hopping up onto the couch beside you and putting a paw on your arm, eyes wide and nose twitching rapidly.

You gave a tired smile and pulled him into your arms, cradling him against your chest as you relaxed a little bit, his warm familiar body an escape from the awful day you had experienced.

He nuzzled against your cheek before tucking his head against where your neck met your shoulder, giving you the closest thing to a hug as he could manage. You let him settle there and started to hum quietly, gently running a finger down his back in a soothing repetitive motion.

"I'm sorry buddy, I didn't mean to worry you. It's just been a rough day is all." You tried to soothe the rabbit, sad that you had upset him with your behavior. 

You sat back and closed your eyes, humming a lullaby tune as you focused on relaxing. You decided you were going to focus on Izuku. Nothing else mattered right now, just you and your bunny.

"People can be really mean Izuku. They're harsh and cruel and sometimes downright malicious. I hope you never have to meet one of those bad humans."

You groaned tiredly and stood, keeping Izuku pressed against you as you hummed quietly, rocking side to side. While it was your intention to calm him down, it was starting to work on you too. 

After a little while of this, you put the now sleeping bunny away, tucking him into the bed you had gotten for him. You watched him for a moment longer before getting ready for bed. While this day was awful, you had never been more pleased that Izuku had come into your life. He always knew what to do to distract you and make you feel better. He reminded you that you weren't alone and that he would help support you in any way he could. He was in essence, your best friend, and you wouldn't forget that. And neither would he. If only you could see past the smart bunny and see the real him... 

Izuku was a constant by your side after that day. He was always there to offer what support he could and ensure that you were doing well. He was determined to never let you get as upset as you had that day. He would be your hero and protect you, no matter what!

*Timeskip*

You smiled softly at your attentive pet and scooped him up to give him a kiss right between his fuzzy ears.

"Awww, don't be like that, hon. I'll be back soon. I just had to pick up an extra shift for a coworker, but I promise I'll come home right after, okay sweetheart?"

He reluctantly gave in, but he was in no way pleased with having less time with you. However, it's not like he could do anything once you had already committed. He decided he'd just support you as best as he could and enjoy the time when you came home that much more.

You set the green bunny on the floor after another quick squeeze before heading out the door. You hated leaving him, but you had promised to cover a shift for a coworker because they were having a family emergency. It shouldn't be too bad.

The shift actually went as you had hoped, and the guests were fairly well behaved. Even though you were dedicated to the task at hand, you couldn't help but be distracted. You felt awful that you had to leave Izuku alone after you had planned to binge Allmight videos with him. He actually had seemed really excited! 

You were lost in your thoughts about how to make it up to your pet when you accidentally bumped into one of the guests, not noticing when he had started towards you. Luckily you were only holding a pitcher of water and had only splashed him as you ran into him.

You gasped in shock before looking at the dark, damp stain spreading over his shirt from where you had bumped into him.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry!" You looked around frantically, "I'll get some napkins!"

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist so you wouldn't run away. 

"It's alright, it's just water. No harm done, cutie."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, red creeping over your cheeks as you met the eyes of one of the cutest guys you had ever seen. And he had just called you cutie. Brain was now malfunctioning.

"I-I'll get some napkins..." 

You ducked out of his grip quickly and ran to the back, clutching the empty water pitcher to your chest as if you could keep your heart from escaping by putting an obstacle in its way.  As you thought about what just happened, you put the pitcher down before groaning in frustrated embarrassment. Did that really just happen!?

After you had calmed down a bit, you went back to his table with a small stack of napkins to discover that he and his friends had paid and left. You set the napkins down, surprised that you were a little bit disappointed that he had left. That disappointment was gone the instant you noticed a slip of paper under the tip. In messy handwriting, was a phone number and the words.

"Go on a date with me and we'll call it even over the spill, cutie. ;)"

you quickly tucked the note away, an excited smile beginning to quirk your lips up. Today was actually going better than expected. you got back to work, flustered smile still in place as you thought about messaging him after work. You kept this excited air about you the rest of your shift and even had a small spring in your step on the way home. You were excited to tell Izuku all about it. You'd need your best friend there to support you when you gained the courage to talk to the mystery guy.  You stopped at the store briefly to get apples as a treat for Izuku, wanting to make it up to him for taking an extra shift. Hopefully the sweet food would cheer him up.

As per your routine, Izuku met you at the door. He hopped around your ankles excitedly, tugging on your shoelaces to help you get them off faster.

You laughed and set the grocery bag down, taking off your shoes and then scooping up the green fur ball.

"Missed you too, honey bunny! Did you have a good day while I was out?"

Izuku nearly melted at the nickname. You were in a really good mood if you were using such sweet endearments! He nuzzled happily against your collarbone and then pressed a little nose kiss to your cheek. He puffed his fur out of happiness at the subsequent giggles that escaped your mouth at this gesture. He really loved that sound.

You settled on the couch with him, apples all but forgotten in your post greeting glee. 

"Guess what?! I met someone today!" You closed your eyes, scrunching your nose up in embarrassment as you recalled what happened. If your eyes had been open, You'd have noticed the green rabbit freeze in shock at your words, ears going halfway back. 

"He gave me his number after I totally made a fool of myself in front of him. Oh Izuku, you think I'm a klutz now, this was ten times worse! I spilled water all over his front! He was really nice about it though. When I came back to apologize again and help him clean up, he had already left. But... he left me his number and he asked for a date! Can you believe it?!"

You absentmindedly stroked the bunny while you recounted your shift to the stunned bunny. He was in freeze mode again, nose twitching a mile a minute as he processed what you said. 

He would have frowned to himself if he could, not pleased with this turn of events. He wanted you to be happy, and he admitted to himself that he adored seeing you like this, but... He didn't like the fact that you were so excited about a guy. There was a little bit of him that was as green with jealousy as his fur. You were his friend, his (y/n), not this random guy who didn't even know you. He reasoned with himself that he shouldn't be so upset with you. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see the real him. The human him. But still, he couldn't help the zing of hurt that rushed through him when you told him about the encounter. 

He was lost in thought, hyper analyzing every detail of the story you gave him, trying to judge this man who thought he was worthy of you. Meanwhile, you had started texting, your giggles bringing Izuku out of his destressed thoughts. 

"He's really smooth, Izuku. Woah..." You wiggled excitedly in your seat as you texted back and forth with him, setting up the date he had asked for.

"We're going to the movies tomorrow after dinner at a restaurant nearby! Romantic, right?"

You laughed at the rabbit's less than enthusiastic response to your excitement.

"Awww, Izuku, it'll be okay. You still have my heart."

He couldn't stay upset at you, especially when you looked at him like that... He nudged his head under your hand and you happily obliged his request and pet him, fingers rubbing the tips of his velveteen ears.

"You stay right here and I'll get you some apples, okay honey? A peace offering for getting caught up with work and crushes. For the rest of today you get my full undivided attention!"

He watched you go prepare the treat, gaze soft as he followed your happy movements. This situation wasn't ideal, but he couldn't bare to do anything to sabotage this. You deserved to be happy and he wasn't going to stand in the way of that. But he was absolutely going to take advantage of your promise to hang out with him. He was determined to make every moment count and a small selfish part of him hoped that if you spent time with him, you wouldn't feel the need to go on the date after all. But he pushed that thought down and resolved to be the best bunny ever and support you in whatever you chose to do.

The night passed too quickly for Izuku's tastes. You had stayed up with him watching Allmight videos and munching on apple slices. You had Izuku tucked into your lap the entire evening as you gushed to him about the hero and cheered when he inevitably won. The rabbit wished that the situation was different. He'd give just about anything to be human right now. He'd cheer with you and get to tell you all about the different videos and what happened. He'd hold your hand when there were scary villains on screen and tell you their weaknesses, determined to reassure you that any villain could be beaten, and he would tell you about all the villains he had fought and won against. Oh if only he weren't a rabbit anymore. But alas, he enjoyed the time as much as he could, pushing thoughts of tomorrow from his mind as if that act alone could stop it from coming. 

You fell asleep in the couch sometime around 1 AM. Izuku watched you fondly for a bit before hopping over to the remote and turning off the tv. He then dragged the blanket off the back of the couch and worked to painstakingly pull it over you, making sure it covered you completely before he was satisfied. He pressed his nose against your cheek in a goodnight kiss and settled against your neck, his own eyes drooping tiredly.

The next morning was business as usual for the most part. You fixed Izuku his food of hay and fresh veggies before focusing on your own needs. You were determined that the date would go well. Even though you were hyper focused on your impending dinner date, you couldn't help but noticed that Izuku was off today. He was more reserved than usual and seemed to be pushing his food around more than eating it. You were obviously concerned. This wasn't like your sweet honey bunny. He never gave you much trouble, so you vowed to keep an eye on the little guy to make sure he was okay.  You kept this in mind as the day progressed, but couldn't help but worry about him. He always perked right back up when you were giving him attention and affection, but he was droopy otherwise.

"Hey buddy... You feeling okay? "

You held him up, eyes level with his, searching for some sign from him.

"You've been acting funny all day... you're making me worried, honey. Do I need to take you to the vet?"

Izuku was ashamed of himself and leaned forward, touching his nose to yours in a silent apology. Sure he was upset you were going out, but he never meant to worry you! He hated seeing you so concerned, and the thought that he caused it tied his stomach in knots. This moping wasn't very hero like! He resolved then to do his best to act normal for your sake. After all, he was a hero, and he wasn't going to let you worry about him because of his own problems!

You scrunched up your nose happily at the contact and kissed the top of his head.

"There's my sweet boy! Love you lots!" 

You hummed and carried him as you started to get ready before setting him on your bed so you could change. You laughed as he turned around once you had picked out a cute (f/c) sundress to wear. 

"What a little gentleman!" 

You shook your head in amusement and changed quickly before hopping onto the bed next to him. 

"What do you think, Honey? Think he'll like it?"

Izuku just stared at you with wide eyes. He'd never seen that dress on you before. He'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he thought it looked stunning on you. He dipped his head in a nod to answer your question. Any man would be stupid to not like that dress on you, he thought to himself. 

"A charmer is what you are, Izuku." You gave a big grin and took him to the bathroom with you, setting him on the counter as you set about putting make up on. Telling your companion all about the text conversation you'd been having with the man. He learned many things from this. For example, the man was named Haru. Haru was a shameless flirt and seemed to take delight in sending you messages that caused a blush to form on your face as well as a flustered smile. 

As much as Izuku wanted to ignore all these new pieces of information, he also desperately wanted to know more. Each new piece of information gave him a clearer image of the man who thought that he was good enough for Izuku's (y/n). He wasn't impressed, but he knew he couldn't let you know of his feelings. He had to be a good rabbit and support you. He didn't want to hold you back from something that made you happy, so he just watched and listened with a heavy heart.

You were buzzing with excitement as you got ready to leave the house, promising Izuku all the details and all the cuddles when you got home. As soon as you walked out the door, he deflated, no longer concerned with worrying you. He wrestled with his thoughts as he hopped in a pacing motion. He was torn. On one hand, he hoped it went really well so you could be happy.... But on the other hand, he kind of hoped it was just kind of meh so that he could have you back to himself. He was immediately ashamed of the latter thought, but he couldn't help but quietly yearn for the second option. He decided he would just take a nap to stop his mind from going back and forth. He was starting to get overwhelmed as he thought of all the ways the date could go. His stomach twisted at all the thoughts of how the date could go well.... 

He shook his head of these thoughts and the jealousy that accompanied them. He made his way to your bed and tucked himself on your pillow, instantly soothed by the scent of your shampoo on the pillowcase. He settled down to wait, closing his eyes and focusing on sleep so his mind didn't run away with him again. 

He was successful for a few hours, but he awoke in the dark to a sound that instantly sent him on the alert. It was crying. It was you crying. He didn't hesitate when he saw your form in the doorway to your bedroom. He ran to the lamp on your bedside table and switched it on with a tap. The sight that met him absolutely broke his heart.

There were tears staining your face, makeup slightly smeared from the salty sadness. Your shoulders were shaking with quiet cries as you hugged your middle. You blinked in surprise when the lights came on, hoping to just get to bed and cry in the comfort of your covers. But Izuku wasn't going to let that happen. Your lips twitched into a wobbly smile for a second as you saw your little green rabbit waiting for you. What a smart boy to turn on the light. The way he looked so concerned wiped the short lived smile from your face as you sat on the bed next to him, strangled cries starting to escape.

In a flash, Izuku was in your arms, little paws on your cheeks as he desperately tried to comfort you. Unfortunately, this just made you cry harder, gasping sobs shaking your frame. You hugged him tight to you, burying your face against his side. He made chirping noises, frantically trying to console you. He had never cried in this form, but he could feel the tears welling as he heard the sounds escaping you and felt your shuddering against him. He thumped his foot, anxious to find a way to console you. he had never wanted to be human again more than this moment.

He would have taken you into his arms and held you close, cupped your cheeks and kissed every one of those tears away. He would make you feel safe and loved in his arms. He had never wanted anything more.

You sat and sobbed for a good hour, cries turning to hiccups before slowly fading to the occasional sniffle and silent tear. Holding Izuku and petting him had calmed you down. You fell asleep like that, holding izuku close to your chest as your breath slowly evened out. It didn't take long for Izuku to fall asleep as well.

If either of you had been conscious, you would have heard the pop sound that filled your room.

The morning came with no care for what had transpired last night. The sun's beams creeping over your bed until the light had filled your room with its warm glow. You started to wake up and the aftermath of the night before hit you slowly. You didn't want to move. Your head felt like it was full of cotton and your throat was dry and raw from crying. Even though you probably could do with some water, You were comfy where you were. Your pillow was warm and inviting and had such a soothing thumping rhythm to it. And there was such a comforting weight over your waist. These thoughts were slow, but they slowly started to raise signs of urgency in your mind as you woke up more and more. You became aware of a warm breeze on your forehead that came at regular intervals. That wasn't normal. 

You pried your eyes open slowly, trying to process what was in front of you. Your mind jolted into wakefulness when you realized what you were looking at. You were currently staring at the chest of a man. A man who had his arm around your waist and his chin tucked against your head as you slept. 

You jolted backwards with a force of panic that sent you tumbling out of bed with a clatter as your legs got tangled in the sheets. You let out a yelp as you hit the floor that woke him up.

Izuku looked down at you from the bed, concern shining in his dark eyes. While you just gaped at him in shock.

"Are you okay? That looked like a hard fall.."

You blinked. You were taken aback by the gentle and caring voice that came from the man. Due to your new perspective, you were able to take in more of him than the glimpse of collar bone and neck that you had so gracefully yote yourself away from. He had scars crisscrossing his hands and arms. He had Dark green fluffy unkempt hair. You couldn't help but note how cute his freckles were before your eyes drifted and you came to the embarrassing revelation that he was naked.

A blush covered your face and you slammed your eyes shut and looked away.

"(y/n) are you okay? " He repeated the question, his tone soft in order to keep you calm.

Your eyes popped open and you gaped at him once more.

"Who are you, how do you know my name?!" 

He gave a small chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, it's not going to sound very believable, but it's me, Izuku." He seemed to get shy for a second before looking at you with eyes that were so filled with fondness it stole your breath for a second.

"You know, your honey bunny?" He blushed at his own words, and looked at you shyly, gauging your reaction.

It took a moment to process for you. Your pet rabbit... was now a man. A very attractive man. Now that he said it, your mind couldn't help but jump to the similarities. And he mentioned your nickname, which you had never shared with anybody. You bit your lip before shakily getting up and sitting next to him on the bed as he watched you carefully. You gently cupped his cheeks, peering closely at him as you mentally confirmed his story. A smile started to spread across your face.

"It really is you... But, how?"

He leaned into your hands, closing his eyes at your gentle touch, putting his own hands over yours to keep them in place.

"It was a battle with some sort of shapeshift quirk user. I was with a group of other heroes on a mission to recover a dangerous quirk enhancing drug. The villain panicked and unleashed a cloud that was boosted by the drug. We were caught in it and it transformed us into animals."

You listened to his story with increasing concern. This man, Izuku....he had a life before he was your rabbit.

"When the fog cleared, the villain was gone and all the heroes involved were in some sort of animal state. There was a really big cover up to keep us safe and not panic the citizens, so we were a secret while they tried to reverse the effect on us. To be honest, I had kind of lost hope." 

He gave you a beautiful smile as his eyes locked on yours.

"But you... You set me free somehow."

His expression turned thoughtful and he started mumbling to himself. Something about the will to be human being the strongest it's ever been and something about willpower and its affect on quirks. You quickly recognized this as the frozen state he would get into as a rabbit. 

"Silly man, always overthinking." You grinned and turned his attention back to you with a quick peck to his lips.

He froze for real this time as he processed what just happened. A big grin spread over his face before he leaned forward, placing a shy kiss on your lips in return for the one you had given him.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against your own, eyes dancing with happiness. 

"I've wanted to do that for a while, (y/n). I hope you know that I'm going to be here for you, okay? I'll be your hero and never make you cry."

You smiled widely and kissed him again, giving him all the confirmation he needed that you felt the same.