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misshoneyimhome · 8 months ago

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Say My Name, Say My Name I Jack Hughes 🖋️⚡️🔥

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; slight angst due to brief fight, smut 18+, oral sex (f recieving), unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes: So, for the third and final story of this TikTok trend, we're getting a little steamy with none other than Jack H 🌶️ This was another idea I had on how to approach this trend, and I don't really have anything to say in my defence, besides, please enjoy 😉🤍

Word count; 2.1K

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In the warmth of your relationship with Jack Hughes, every day felt like a new adventure. For the past year, you hadn’t just been lovers; you were partners in crime, best friends with an undeniable chemistry that set your hearts ablaze. From lazy Sunday mornings tangled in sheets to intense moments after hockey games, your love knew no bounds. Every day brought something different, and you never knew whether you’d be sharing heartfelt laughter and deep talks, or cutting through tension after a loss, eventually ending in a steamy bedroom scenario.

Amidst the sweet and romantic moments, it felt like nothing was missing, which often led you to feel tempted to tease your boyfriend and push the limits a little. And it was during one of your leisurely scrolls through TikTok that inspiration struck—a harmless prank that promised to inject a spark of mischief into your casual off day.

The trend was simple enough: to capture your boyfriend’s reaction as you playfully refer to them as your ‘husband’. It was meant to be a light-hearted jest, a momentary tease to evoke slight panic or something similar. And as you watched video after video, giggles escaping your lips, you couldn't shake the urge to try it out with Jack.

So, as you settled into the familiar routine of a Starbucks run, anticipation danced in your veins, fuelled by the excitement of the impending prank. With your boyfriend at the wheel and the camera discreetly capturing every moment, you couldn't contain the mischievous grin tugging at your lips.

Then as the drive-through speaker crackled, you leaned forward, all set to carry out your plan. "Hi, can I get a venti caramel macchiato for me and... a tall black coffee for my husband please?” you said, putting playful emphasis on the last word, your eyes briefly darting to Jack, waiting for his reaction.

But much to your surprise and disappointment, Jack stayed cool, his expression unmoved as he kept his focus on the road. There were no raised eyebrows, no startled gasp, just a chilly demeanour that hid the turmoil underneath.

For a moment, a wave of let-down washed over you, the excitement of the prank fading away in the face of Jack's stoic response. Had you misjudged the situation? Was this playful gesture not funny? Doubt gnawed at you, overshadowing the usual playful banter that defined your relationship.

Then upon receiving your drinks and heading back home, the tension hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. Jack's subtle change in attitude didn't escape notice, and the gap between you seemed to widen slowly, casting a shadow over what should have been a fun moment.

And as you felt a twinge of guilt, you decided to cautiously bring up the issue, yet his response left you stunned, his words slicing through the air with a sharpness that caught you off guard.

"I just don't get why you'd call me your husband when I'm not," Jack said firmly, a hint of frustration in his voice. And your attempts to play down the prank as harmless banter fell flat, as Jack's withdrawn attitude contrasted sharply with your usual playful exchanges.

Then finally returning at home, you tried unsuccessfully to ease the tension with a movie. Despite your efforts to distract yourselves, the unresolved tension still lingered beneath the surface, and unable to bear the silence any longer, you turned to Jack once more, the need for clarity outweighing the fear of confrontation. So, with hesitant words and trembling hands, you moved closer to him.

“Please, talk to me, Jack… it was just a joke.”

As you looked into Jack's troubled eyes, his struggle to express himself mirrored your own inner turmoil, and for a moment, silence hung heavily between you.

Then, like a dam breaking, his words suddenly spilled out, each one filled with raw honesty. "It just hit me," he began, his voice tinged with disbelief. "I just… I think I've realised that this... this, us, a future with you, it's what I want."

Initially, you felt a bit confused. Wasn’t that supposed to be a good thing?

But Jack's confession still hung in the air. "And it scared me, alright," he admitted, his uncertainty evident yet softening with each breath. "I've never felt like this before, not so quickly, not with anyone. So, I guess… I don’t know… I just got a little shocked that this - you and me - is real, and it’s all I want. But at any given point you can just walk away, and I could actually get really hurt." His words filled the silence that followed with a heavy weight.

For Jack, the fast growth of his emotions was both thrilling and terrifying. The idea of allowing himself to love, of exposing his vulnerabilities, filled him with a sense of panic he hadn't experienced before.

And surprised by his admission, you found yourself swept up in a whirlwind of feelings. So, without saying a single word, you simply leaned in and closed the gap between you, your lips meeting his in a tender yet fervent kiss, as in that moment, words seemed insufficient to convey the depth of your emotions.

Pulling back from the kiss, you gazed into Jack's eyes, a gentle smile forming on your lips. "Was that it?" you whispered softly. "Jack, I’m not going anywhere."

You felt an immediate sense of relief from him as you sat closely together on the sofa, his arms enveloping your smaller frame.

“Good,” he breathed out softly. “Because I just know that I love you… but I don’t think I’m ready for more yet… So, if that’s what you want to stay with me...” he let out a defeated sigh, nut you couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Don’t worry, babe, that’s not what I want… I told you, it was just a joke,” you explained softly, flashing him a sweet smile as you gently ran your fingers through his brown locks. “I love you too – and though maybe I do want that someday, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

And with those words, a sense of tranquillity enveloped both of you, the uncertainty fading away with each heartbeat. Sealing your connection once more with a passionate kiss, you found yourself melting into Jack’s embrace as he smoothly pulled you onto his lap, allowing you to nestle a little closer against his chest as the kiss deepened.

It felt almost hungry as he gently urged his tongue past your lips, a commanding gesture to which you willingly gave in to. As he explored your mouth, engaging in a sensual dance with your intertwined tongues, you instinctively began to sway your hips against his, your bodies moving together in a rhythm of desire.

Jack's hands found your hips, his grip firm as he guided your movements with a subtle urgency, indicating his own longing for more. Soft moans escaped both of you into the passionate kiss, and as your bodies pressed closer, the inevitable became clear.

With Jack's hungry lips locked onto yours, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, only briefly breaking away from the heat of the moment as he carried you towards the bedroom with purpose. You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, your hands moving from his hair to gently cup his cheek as you wrapped your thighs around his waist.

And upon reaching the bed, Jack gently placed you down, breaking the kiss to gaze at you with an expression of pure desire and darkened eyes. In that moment, you knew there was no resisting him, and just by the intensity of his gaze, you surrendered completely to him.

Your eyes were fixed intently on him as he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his sculpted athlete's chest. Then, with a casual ease, he lowered his sweatpants, unveiling his growing member snugly confined within his tight boxers.

You couldn’t help but sensually lick your lips at the sight of your stunning boyfriend standing before you. And as he slowly moved to kneel between your parted legs on the bed, anticipation tingled through you.

A smirk played on his lips as Jack maintained his intense gaze on you, considering how to pleasure you in a way only a devoted boyfriend could. And without hesitation, he swiftly removed any barriers of clothing to your naked form, his focus solely on making you his own.

With expert precision, he leaned in, his head descending towards your throbbing core. Then planting delicate kisses along your inner thighs, he savoured the anticipation before finally allowing his tongue to explore your sweet honey, tracing the contours of your folds.

An involuntary moan escaped your lips as his mouth made contact with your sensitive flesh, your fingers instinctively gripping the sheets beneath you as Jack delved deeper. His arms held your hips firmly in place as he employed his entire mouth to stimulate your core, alternating between sucking on your clit and teasing your entrance with his tongue.

You were lost in ecstasy, your mind drifting into a blissful haze, as your senses were overwhelmed by pleasure. Your vision blurred, and amidst incoherent whispers and moans escaping your lips, you felt a powerful wave of sensation coursing through your body. And when Jack then added two fingers to the equation, gently easing them inside you to massage your walls, you knew an orgasm was imminent. Your head tilted back; your body arched as you reached to new heights of a climax.

Jack's mastery with his mouth was undeniable, and he knew it. So, with a confident smirk, he shifted position, leaning over you as his throbbing member sought entrance. Meeting you in another passionate kiss, he then pushed his length inside you, simulating every inch he could touch.

“Oh, yes…” you gasped as he filled you, your hands finding their way to the back of his shoulders as he began to move his hips, his shaft gliding effortlessly in and out of you.

“Mmm, baby, you feel so good around me,” he whispered huskily in return, desire evident in his voice as he relished the sensation of your tight muscles embracing his sensitive member with each thrust.

And as your harmonious moans filled the room and your bodies melded together, drawing closer to the peak of pleasure, there was nothing but profound love and devotion between you. The tension and fighting of earlier moments faded away, just as they had many times before.

Your bodies were like build for each other, and as the sound of your skin meeting with each powerful thrust echoing through the room, Jack then took a firm hold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head, as he intensified his pace with eager, forceful thrusts that sent your mind spinning.

His movements were vigorous, yet undeniably exhilarating, as each thrust hit your most sensitive spot with precision, pushing you closer to another orgasm.

And Jack could feel the heat building within him, fuelled by the sight of the passion he was igniting in you. Though the absence of a ring on your finger signifying your commitment, he knew without a doubt that you belonged to him, and no one else could satisfy you the way he could.

His breaths were ragged, his lungs desperate for air as he maintained his rhythm. And he couldn’t deny that you were incredibly beautiful as he turned you into his very own mess, each moan and gasp driving him further into a frenzy of desire.

“Mmm, yes, baby,” he muttered, his moans mingling with yours in the air. “Would a husband fuck you like this? Would he make you feel this good?”

Though his questions were rhetorical, you were unable to form coherent sentences, your responses drowned out by the symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

“Mmm…”

And as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and your walls tightened around him, Jack increased his speed, propelling you into another wave of pleasure. His name tumbled from your lips in a loud, fervent cry as you succumbed to the intoxicating rush of sensation once more.

His grip around your wrists tightened, almost cutting off your blood flow, as he delivered a few final forceful thrusts. And with a deep grunt, Jack reached his climax, releasing himself into your depths.

The air hung heavy with the aftermath of their intense lovemaking; the room filled with the scent of raw, passionate sex. Jack thrust a few more times to ensure he had emptied himself completely before slowly releasing his grip, both of you now catching your breath.

It was intense, the only sounds filling the room were your laboured breaths as Jack slowly withdrew and rolled over to lie beside you. Wrapping his arm around you, he pulled you close for a tender cuddle, your warm bodies sharing sweat, and heat as satisfied smiles graced your faces.

It was the perfect conclusion to a prank gone wrong, and in that moment, you knew there was nothing to worry about. You belonged to Jack, and he belonged to you, regardless of titles.

#jack hughes smut #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x reader #new jersey devils imagine #nhl smut #nhl hockey imagine #nhl hockey smut

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artzysyam · 1 year ago

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Frigid Nightmare

Snippets from @xysidhequeen AU. Based on the question about Jason comforted Danny after a nightmare...

Jason slumped back against the wall, his chest heaving as he drained a bottle of water mixed with ectoplasm. His training with Fright Knight was over, and it had been a year and a half since he came out from the grave, six months since he was knighted as Red Knight, four months since he discovered that Batman had replaced him, with mere seven months after his death.

The pain welled up in Jason's heart and soul - the same pain that had driven him to mow down the rebellion in another realm who dared to challenge Danny. Danny had seen him that day, standing alone amidst the demon corpses as their blood caked his human form. His eyes were raised to the sky, which burned orange from battle, and tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked.

Jason took a deep breath, squeezing his eyes shut and willing himself not to be dragged back down into despair. The members of his newfound family tried their best to keep him in the present moment, teaching him how to allow himself to express hurt and anger without being punished for it.

Fright Knight's dark figure towered over Jason, his gaze unwavering. His deep voice rumbled through the room. "Are you well, my apprentice?"

Jason hesitated before responding, unsure of how to express what he was feeling. "I'm ... just reminiscing Frighty."

Fright Knight hummed in response and knelt down before Jason, his eyes softening with compassion. "As I said before, no one has ever been chosen as my apprentice before you, Jason Todd - King Phantom chose you, and I'll do my utmost best to ensure that you're strong enough to protect our liege."

Jason was warmed by Fright Knight's honesty. He knew from Jazz's counselling sessions that healing from trauma isn't linear - there will be highs and lows as well as scarring that must be endured. A wistful smile spread across his face as he thanked his mentor.

"You're welcome, my apprentice," Fright Knight replied, standing tall once again before saying something else - but a high-pitched screech cut him off. Immediately, Fright Knight summoned a flaming green sword while Jason stood up with gun in hand, prepared to jump into action against any incoming attack.

His heart thundered in his chest, his core aflutter with anxiety and panic as he remembered the last time Danny had one of these episodes. Dread clawed at Jason's stomach as he and Fright Knight raced down the hallway leading to their liege's chamber, only to be stopped short by a violent blizzard raging between them and their King.

"Our liege is having a night terror again, we need to get Master Nocturne now!" Fright Knight yelled over the roar of the wind, looking at his apprentice with worry in his eyes. Jason could feel his vision tinge green as something inside of him screamed for him to go check on his King.

"Fright. You go on and get Nox, I'll go in to see our king is safe!" Jason shouted back, before sprinting into the howling storm.

"Jason!!" Fright Knight called out desperately, but his apprentice was already lost in the turmoil of snow and ice. With an exasperated curse, Fright Knight summoned his mount and set off to find Nocturne as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Jason trudged through the blizzard with his toned arms raised, shielding his face and the red flaming sword in the other. His breath came in ragged gasps, pluming out of his mouth and nose like smoke from a dragon's nostrils. "Mom! Dad! Please, I'm your son!" Jason heard Danny's voice yelled against the howling wind.

"Don't ever call us that to our son's face, ghost!" Maddie Fenton's voice screamed back. Jason's heart sank as he recalled Danny's story of why he stayed in Infinite Realms. His parents had not taken kindly to his reveal, capturing him and nearly vivisecting him before his friends had saved him. The voices in the blizzard retold Danny's trauma again and again. "Dad! It hurts, Dad! It really hurts!"

The frigid air felt like razors on Jason's skin, but his rage and core urged him forward like an animal spurred on by instinct. He thought of Danny, his king, HIS. The memory of the day when he went on a rampage came to mind, but instead of pure rage taking over, it was a controlled fury fueled by an unwavering desire to protect what mattered most to him.

"Where is my son? You're not my Danny'o!" Jack Fenton's words ricocheted through the storm as Jason continued on towards the frozen door.

Finally, he reached Danny's room and Jason grasped Ifrit, his red flaming sword, tightly in his dominant hand. With a single, powerful thrust of the blade, the intense heat blasting from its edge shattered the frozen door open. As the shards of wood flew outward into the hallway, Jason saw Danny curled on his bed with his hands over his hair. Thankfully, his body wasn't frozen. The chill that radiated through the room was colder than anything within Far Frozen and made Jason shiver as he rushed towards Danny whose body jolted in response to his voice.

"Danny!" he shouted out, his core sending the wave of protection and safety to Danny, who winced from the shout.

Jason's boots crunched through the snow as he approached Danny, kneeling down beside him. He grasped his King's shoulder, his own warmth spreading into the coldness of Danny's body. "Danny," he repeated softly, and felt the tension in his King's body ease slightly.

Danny looked up, eyes widening in recognition and relief. "Jason?" he said, voice trembling.

Smiling reassuringly, Jason sent a wave of warmth and reassurance through his core. "I'm here, Danny. I'm here."

As if in response to their exchange, the blizzard outside ceased, and the room began to warm from within.

Danny inched closer to Jason, his exhausted body desperate for warmth. The embrace created a sense of safety as he felt Jason's toned arm tighten around him.

"Your parents?" Jason asked softly. Danny, too tired to speak, simply nodded in response.

"Do you want to sleep?" Jason asked, his fingers lightly stroking Danny's hair. He shook his head no and looked up at Jason with wide, pleading eyes.

"You're tired," Jason sighed, brushing a stray lock of hair away from Danny's face. "Do you want me to stay with you so you don't have to be alone?" Danny nodded again, relieved that he didn't have to speak.

Jason looked to the far corner of the room and saw a small puddle of melted ice where the frigid castle had been moments before. The knight hoisted up the tall, lanky king from the floor and carried him towards his bed, cradling him like a koala cub as he went. As he was about to lay the king down on the bed, Jason heard his mentor and Nocturne enter the room.

"I see you handled the situation, my apprentice," Fright Knight said as they stepped into the doorway.

"Yeah... He got the nightmare of his fucking parents..." Jason replied, tightening his grip around the helpless king protectively as Danny clung to him. He fought to keep his composure, reigning in his anger.

Nocturne, the ghostly figure of sleep and dream, swept into the room on a midnight breeze. He cast his gentle spell of slumber onto the King as he lay in Jason's arms, and watched with fondness to ensure his ward was at peace.

"That should keep him tucked in for a few hours," Nocturne said before turning to Jason. "Do you need my assistance, young Knight?"

Jason looked down at the King, peaceful and unaware, and then back to the ghost. "Nah, I'm good," he sighed. "I just need some time to calm down." Nocturne nodded silently, before he dissipated into the ether like a whisper.

Fright Knight stood in the doorway, illuminated by the faint candlelight in the room. His helmet blocked the majority of his ghostly features, but Jason could still detect a hint of pride in his mentor's voice. He paused for a moment and turned his helmet to glance at Jason, then said, “Rest well and be proud of how far you come, Jason Todd.” With that, Fright Knight disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jason alone with his king in his arms.

Danny snuggled close against Jason and he felt a wave of protectiveness wash over him. Rage coursed through him as he thought about Fentons - if he ever found them, they would fucking pay for what they have done to Danny. As Danny slept peacefully on his chest, Jason vowed to never let anyone hurt him again. He tightened his embrace around Danny and promised himself that when Danny needed him, he would always be there.

#the king and his red knight au #dcxdp #dead on main #jason todd #danny phantom #why my snippets ended up them cuddling in one way or another #they need a lot of hugs #tw nightmares #tw blood #not canon so don't take it as canon #snippets

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danddymaro · 1 year ago

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Admirer | Revenant x reader

This is based on this post I saw a long time ago about what rings the legends would gift their darling.

I can’t remember where I saw it and I'm upset because I want to share the inspooooo. All I remember seeing the ring and being like, yee.

cutesy drama

Also I'd love having Seer as a friend. He’s so pretty and artsy!

Word count: 2080

Admirer

The pad of your thumb lightly stroked the tip of your ring finger, all as your eyes looked down at the red gem that glowed so beautifully under the lighting it was graced with, it was mesmerizing.

You'd inspected it thoroughly, twirling the accessory left and right so many times in awe that you knew its every perfect angle, and not once did you think of just taking it off.

- No.

Since you put it on, it's been like a part of you, something dear, and it was something your friend took notice of.

" A rather interesting piece," Seer said with a halfhearted smile as his right hand's palm was presented to you as a motion to encourage you to present your accessorized one.

With a little bemused shake of your head, you placed your hand over his where he graciously took hold of it, capturing your digits between the pads of his long fingers and pressing thumb.

"How lovely, " he mused while eyeing the gem that sat beneath your knuckle, his gaze lasting for a few seconds before slowly traveling up your arm.

Soon after, the mystical blues were trained on your face and the rather flustered expression you wore and tried to mask.

It's like you held in a secret, one you wanted to tell, yet held back from, and it had him softly chuckling, finding it endearing.

For him, it was hard not to smile.

"It's special to you," he then said knowingly as his hold on you loosened, your hand slipping from his lax grasp before it lazily fell to your side.

"Yeah," you admitted with a bashful smile, trying to not to grin any harder.

Someone liked you, really liked you based on how lovely the ring was.

You couldn't imagine it was thoughtlessly bought, because you could only figure that it was specially made for you and no one else in mind as its wearer.

You adored its peculiar craft, the little skulls that sat on either side of the heart-shaped ruby something you appreciated just as much as the elegant black spins that adorned the band and were accented by little diamonds.

So many little gems were fit into a single piece and you had trouble believing it was anything cheap.

'These are real,' you admired, your eyes sparkling.

'And it's all so beautiful,' you added. You had such an attachment to eve, even whilst being someone who ever went out of your way to own such expensive jewelry.

You tried to think of who it could be, who your admirer could be.

Who knew you that well?

- enough to know that, that wonderful splash of red on your finger was to your taste far more than any other gemstone.

'I love it,' you thought as that vibrant red had you thinking of a certain someone.

Your expression notably softens, and your ever-so-observant friend is quick to make a remark,

"You have someone in mind," he notes, but you just laughed it off, trying hard not to put your hopes up, or entertain the thought any further.

"Of course not," you chuckled, waving Seer off.

"But..." you then breathed, "it's the oddest thing," you start while looking down at your gift.

"I came back to my room and just found it there on my nightstand," you revealed.

"-There was this flower there too, "You added as you finally broke your concentration on the beautiful details to look at your friend.

"It was just as red as the stone, " you add with a small smile.

"And whoever had put it there had left all of the thorns in tact, " you told Seer while shaking your head, your voice full of wonder.

"What kind of strange person does that?" you said with a huff before you looked up at the ceiling, a musing hum escaping you soon after.

"-someone who knows you like them that way," he interjects, remembering how much you toyed around with the sharp edges, delicately petting them every so often with a charming affection.

As convenient as they were , you detested dethroned flowers.

At his words your hands are flying to your face, covering up your entire expression of giddiness that simply came to life at that moment, becoming uncontainable.

"I know!" you practically squeal.

You feel so alive, so full of something you can't quite place, but know is making you feel an excitement you'd never felt nor expressed before.

"I have got to be crazy, right?" you then say as you look back to Obi and wildly grin,

"Because I wasn't even angry someone had been in my room," you reveal.

Logically, you should have been, but that hadn't been the case,

" No, the first thing I thought was; wow, I should really plant this," you chuckled.

"- keep it alive for as long as I can; one day grow an entire bush out of that single stem.

And the ring?" you proceed to ask.

"I admired it for so long! heck, I looked at it under every lighting I could and couldn't help but fawn over how beautiful the damn thing is," you say with awe.

"it just made me think of Rev-" immediately your mouth shut, and you looked at your friend with wide eyes as a hand found its way over your mouth.

You'd babbled so much that you'd said too much, and while you seemed horrified, he laughed at your reaction, the warming voice seasoned with mirth,

"I see..." he says, and it's not much he voices, but it has you flustered.

The way his eyes squint together makes him look kittenish, awfully playful as his lips curve into a little smile too.

"No need to feel shy," he enthuses. " I already had a growing suspicion," he says as he holds a fisted hand up to his mouth to hide the way his soft smile morphs into a wild grin.

"Don't start," you plead, because he's poked at the idea before.

However, you'd always had a quickness to deny it, and a slight offhandedness that sometimes convinced him you were telling the truth.

-but this time you'd slipped up, and you'd showed your truth with what you didn't finish saying.

"No need to be embarrassed," he tells you again, though it doesn't stop him from looking entertained.

"But there is a need to feel stupid," you tell him with a soft, blue sigh, and he raises a brow, confused.

"-Of?" he asks.

"You know..." you start, your eyes sheepishly rolling.

'He has the nerve to ask,' you think tiredly.

"He's...well," you find it hard to say as you lightly scratch your cheek," I don't know if he's capable of feeling that way, you know?" you ask, not waiting for an answer back before you continue to talk.

"I know he feels things... but does that mean he can also feel love?" you voice.

"Normally, I've got two feet on the ground, but then with this situation... " you say with briefly shut eyes, "This whole time, he's the only person I could think of," you acknowledge, admitting that there's no one else you'd want more.

- Maybe that’s what it was. That you yearned it to be him, you convinced yourself that no one else could be your admirer.

"He's the one I could only hope it's from," you then confess, and he nods as he listens along.

" Obi, I'm crazy for falling in love with a literal murder machine," you exclaim, your worried expression tilted more toward distress as he looks at you with genuine surprise at your sudden outburst.

"I feel like my heart goes crazy when he's around, like it's trying to jump out to him," you say while your right hand repeatedly pats your chest where the little traitor of a muscle rests.

It’s not like you planned to fall in love. You didn’t choose to, one day you realized it happened.

Against all logic, it swayed to the direction of the simulacrum.

"It's trying to reach him...

- Towards someone that could quite literally tear it out of my chest, “ you joke.

“ Do you know how crazy that is?" you ask him, not noticing how his eyes slowly skim past you to look over your shoulder.

Briefly, the mystical blue orbs hold an even brighter glow before they calm, his expression melting,

"Really?" he asks, and you just let out a tired breath.

You begin to pace left and right, only looking at the ground as your thumb's nail is repeatedly chewed without any real tear, the anxious action mindlessly carried out.

"He's so awful! He's such a jerk...a complete asshole," you then say with a touch of edge, and you faintly register a stifled chuckle coming from your friend.

"But he makes me laugh...and all of his bitterness just makes his sweet moments more special," you immediately add, your voice softening towards the end as you think about how those little instances feel so precious.

"He makes me feel special.... He feels special...unique."

The moment of tenderness ends as you then hug yourself, your head furiously shaking, and it's easy to see you're fighting a battle with yourself. The internal battle your heart and mind continue with is perfectly acted out.

You seem uncertain of anything at first.

Though, suddenly that list of reasons why you shouldn't feel the way you do towards Revenant begins to be outweighed by the reasons why the first shouldn't matter.

" He weighs like a ton! " you complain, thinking about how he's impossible to move, literally.

You think of how much he's teased you with that sole advantage. He’d childishly pressed you against the wall to steal the items you’ve had your eye on before.

" but when I think about having him crawl all over me...when I remember how strong he is..." you say as you bite your lip with a little hum.

Your face steams.

Slowly your eyes drift towards a wide-eyed seer who looks just slightly taken back " you know... remember that dream I told you about?" you then huff out.

"It was him, it was with him, and it's been killing me that I haven't told anyone!" you spill, choosing to fiddle with the ring, twisting it as you tell him.

no one else knew about the infatuation that you're slowly realizing isn't just an

' infatuation.'

Not even the word desire could define it.

"Oh..." you then sound, so much emotion in a single breath as you suddenly deflate,

"-I think I'm in love with him," It's like the realization actually dawns upon you.

You don't just find him pretty, beautiful would be the word, if not mesmerizing.

you're not content with his presence, and happy wouldn't even do justice to what it is you feel.

'Is there a word for happier than happy?' you mused.

Elated falls short, and as you continue to think about it you hide your face in your hands, and the lack of comment that leaves your friend has you suspicious.

After all, he’s always quick to say something.

"You're not going to say anything?" you ask, peeking over at him. "I just realized I'm in love with Revenant and you have nothing to say?" you question him, and he suddenly bursts into a fit of laughter.

"It's the third time you've said it," he tells you, amused that you'd let such a thing slip the first time without even realizing it.

And moreover, that you've said so right before the object of your affection.

Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but you hadn't given him a moment to warn you. He’d made an attempt to by lifting up a hand to stop you from rambling, but in your speech, you hadn’t even noticed.

How was he supposed to know you were going to suddenly lay your heart out?

He feels just a sense of satisfaction realizing how Revenant is frozen in place and utterly silenced.

He’d snuck up on you, initially pressing a finger before his lips to warn seer not to interfere because he wanted to get a quick giggle out of taunting you.

And when you finally turned stiffly towards him with horrified realization, there was a lack of amusement.

“Ah...I think you two have plenty to talk about,” Obi then interjected as he kindly patted you on the back and slipped away, wishing you luck.

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moonflowerchanniesgirl · 2 years ago

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Winter Breaks

Part Two to Winter Frost

Pairing: Idol Bangchan x Lyricist Female Reader

Genre: angst, fluff, FWB to lovers, slow burn,

Warning: a detailed look into grief and depression, talks about the suicide of someone close to the reader, breakdowns, mentions of sexual activities but no straight up sex

Summary: You and Chan have been FWB for a few months now and things have been going great. Then December approaches and the frost in your heart creep up once again. What comes when the snow melts?

Word Count:8.2k

Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them. Part 2 of Winter Frost is here! I meant to finish this in time for my friends birthday but time got away from me. She won’t read this but happy birthday! There are a couple pretty sensitive issues discussed here and I know the pacing is a bit off but hope everyone enjoys!

Your eyes slowly flickered open as they adjusted to the soft morning light. You felt the weight of something across your stomach and you gently turned your head to look at the man behind the weight. His eyes were closed and the expression on his face was serene as his nose moved a little with each inhale and exhale of air. His light brown hair was all a mess of curls that made it look like a giant brown cloud. You couldn’t resist and quietly reached your hand over so that you could gently touch the edge of the cloud. You lightly played with his hair as you really took a moment to capture how at peace you felt. Maybe it was crossing some sort of boundary of friends with benefits, letting him sleep over so many times but neither of you minded. Your body temperature ran a bit colder and his a bit warmer so the two of you were almost made to cuddle. “A weird bodily equilibrium of sorts” you had said when he buried his face into your shoulders as the two of you discussed everything and nothing at all. Perhaps that was why your arrangement worked so well, before anything to do with benefits the two of you were truly friends. The two of you had known each other for a few months but it felt like years.

“I both love and hate how well you and Chan Hyung get along,” Changbin had told you when Chan left the room to go to a meeting. They were already done with promotions for their last album and they were working on the next one. You grew used to just coming in and working with Chan and the others, either helping them with lyrics or just vibing with them and listening to whatever new track they were putting together. Some days Chan would work on his song at his desk and you’d be on the couch in the back with your headphones working on lyrics for another song by another group. Today was a day where all of 3racha happened to be together, well up until Chan needed to go to his meeting.

“I get where you’re coming from but I think you’re just jealous,” Han told Changbin before you could ask what he meant.

“But you do know what I mean,” Changbin retorted, only for Han to roll his eyes at him.

“Then you admit you’re jealous?” Han playfully asked back with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Someone explain what you guys are talking about please?” You quickly jumped in before Changbin had a chance to argue back.

“I mean you two just seem to get along so well, and you really calm him down a lot. He’s working as hard as he usually is when preparing for an album but he also looks like he’s been getting enough sleep,” Changbin turned to look at you as he talked and you saw the soft smile on his face.

“And Changbins jealous because previously he and Chan were the married couple dynamic,” Han blurted out suddenly and then laughed as Changbin reached over and tried to hit him.

“YAH! What married couple? I was always just worried about how he would run himself down to the ground,” Changbin grumbled as he rubbed the back of his head with his hand. “And now I’m not as worried since being with you seems to make him happier and calmer.”

“I’m glad you see it that way, but I’m sure you guys are there the most when he needs it and he knows that. Besides… we aren’t really together? So at the end of the day, I’m sure he’s going to you guys for support rather than coming to me,” you said as you could feel your cheeks getting hotter and redder. You and Chan were quite transparent about the nature of your relationship with the members. He wouldn’t lie to them and you didn’t feel the need to hide anything when everyone was an adult. They knew that you weren’t dating and were just friends that did a bit more than just hang out. The members were all cool with it with most of them either just shrugged their shoulders or nodded and a few made the ‘ew gross’ look just like when parents talked to their children about sex.

“What do you mean come to us for support when he doesn’t even come to the dorm to sleep?” Han muttered under his breath but he was loud enough for you to hear and you smacked him in the arm. “Owww,” he whined as he rubbed his arm in an exaggerated manner.

“Oh stop pretending, every one of you has arms of steel. I hurt my hand more than my hand hurt your arm,” you said as you rubbed your hand in the same exaggerated manner.

“We really can’t be wholesome for more than five minutes can we?” Changbin asked as he shook his head.

“No but that’s why we fit so well together,” you answered and you meant it.

You had gotten pretty close with most of the members but you especially had a connection with the other two parts of 3racha. On days that you weren’t originally going to go to the studio, they would often text you to ask if maybe you could stop by. Usually, they just wanted to ask your opinion on something or have you hear their latest ideas but there was once when Han texted you to drop in and you opened the door to be met with Chan and Changbin yelling at each other while Han was silently working on the track.

“Wow, what’s got the two of you all riled up?” You asked as Han stood up to grab your arm and pull you closer to him.

“I told you not to call her!” Chan turned to yell at Han who visibly flinched beside you.

“Don’t take it out on him just because you’ve got a stick up your ass!” Changbin yelled back and Chan once again turned toward Changbin.

“I’ve got a stick up my ass? You’re the one that’s being a fucking baby about this track!”

“I fucking told you it was fine the way it was what more do you want from me?”

“And I told you it’s not good enough the way it is!”

“Okay okay break it up,” you stepped in putting space between the two men who seemed to get closer and closer as they yelled. You’ve never seen them actually throw hands at each other but also you never wanted to see that. “Can the two of you please go sit down and let’s talk whatever this is out?”

“You stay out of it! This is none of your business!” Chan yelled at you and that was when your patience with the situation snapped.

“Han and I are going down to grab some coffee by the time we’re back, the two of you have better calmed the fuck down. Otherwise, I’m taking him and we’re going to my studio,” you noticed the instant look of regret cross Chan’s face but you choose to not acknowledge it as you grabbed Han and left the room.

“I feel like a child of divorce,” Han said as the two of you waited for the coffees and strawberry smoothie.

“Well don’t worry you can stay with me while mommy and daddy sort their shit out,” you said as you patted him lightly on the head as a joke. You were slightly shaken up since Chan had never yelled at you before. He had his moments where he was frustrated but it had never been directed toward you. You kept your outside expression as calm as you could though, not wanting to alert Han or any of the Jyp staff on how you felt. “What are they even mad about?” You finally asked even though you were sure you had an idea.

“The same old same old, just this time they got a bit extra heated since it’s a track Changbin Hyung has been working on for a while,” Han said as he leaned down into his seat. “Chan Hyung said he didn’t think it was good enough for the album and asked Changbin Hyung to change some things. They’ve been working on six different variations and when one of them is happy the other isn’t. Then one of them said something I don’t even remember and they kinda exploded at each other. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them so agitated.” Han leaned his head on your shoulder and the two of you just sat in silence for a little bit.

“I’m sure they’ll be fine with a little time. They’re just both very passionate,” you reassured Han as well as yourself.

“I know they will be fine, they always manage to makeup, I just wonder why it got so bad this time. Sorry for dragging you into this mess I just thought maybe you could help calm Chan Hyung down. I never expected he would raise his voice at you,” Han said as the two of you stood up to grab your drinks that were ready.

“I’m glad you texted me, if nothing else I can help you get away from mommy and daddy for a bit”, you joked while Han just shook his head, a small smile on his face.

The two of you braced yourselves as you approached the studio door. You gave each other a final look before you pushed open the door. Chan and Changbin were both sitting down as far apart as they could be and even though it looked like the tension was still thick, they weren’t currently at each other’s throats which was an improvement. Both had their headphones in as they worked on their respective laptops. Han sighed as he went over to give Changbin his coffee while you walked over to place Chan’s strawberry smoothie in front of him. Chan looked up when you set the smoothie down and you noticed how tense his expression was.

“Thank you,” he said as he reached for your hand and gave it a light squeeze as he pulled his headphones down. You lightly squeezed back before you tried to pull away only for Chan to grab on tighter, not letting your hand go.

“Just pulling up a chair,” you said as you recognized the look of panic on his face. His hand loosen at your words and he gave you a slight nod. You and Han shared a look as the two of you pulled up two chairs to sit between Chan and Changbin. The room was silent as the four of you drank your drinks, nobody wanted to be the first one to break the silence. You knew that it would take Chan and Changbin a while before they were ready to actually talk things out so you tried to at least think of a temporary solution for the awkwardness that filled the room.

“Did Versacechoi-nim finish editing the track from last week yet,” you asked, finally figuring out a safe topic to talk about.

“Yeah, he sent it to me this morning but I haven’t had a chance to take a look yet,” Chan replied as he brought the track up on his laptop.

“I want to see what he’s done with it,” you said truthfully. You were trying to change the topic but you were also generally curious about how much the song had changed. “You guys don’t mind right?” You turned toward Han and Changbin who both shook their heads.

The four of you spent the rest of the night focused on that track. You chimed in here and there but you mostly watched the boys work their magic. It was obvious that Chan and Changbin were a bit lower energy than usual but thankfully there was no more arguing. Three hours later the guide version of the song was basically done and Han was yawning loudly. You offered to drive Han back to the dorm as it looked like Chan and Changbin wanted to continue working. You left with Han hoping that the two of them would be able to resolve the earlier situation.

It was two hours later when you heard Chan knock at your door. He had texted you when he left the studio so you were expecting him. What you didn’t expect was that when you opened the door he handed you a pink paper rose.

“Did you make this?” You asked as you took the rose to examine it.

“Yeah, I wanted to get a real rose but all the stores were closed so I googled how to make this,” he said as he stepped in and took off his shoes.

“And this is because?”

“I… it’s an apology gift for earlier,” he said as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Ah,” you said as you turned to walk toward the couch.

“I can get you real roses tomorrow,” Chan said as he followed you.

“I don’t need real roses but I do want to talk about things if that’s alright,” you sat and patted the space beside you.

“Yeah of course,” Chan sat next to you but left a small amount of space which you quickly closed. You leaned yourself against his body and felt how warm and comfy he was. His body tensed for a second before it relaxed and he brought up an arm to wrap around your shoulder.

“Did you and Changbin kiss and make up?” You asked as you gently ran your hand up and down his arm.

“Do you have to say it like that?” Chan whined and you couldn’t help but giggle. “We talked after you and Han left and we realized that we both could have said things differently. We both felt bad about how we escalated things.”

“I’ve never seen the two of you scream at each other like that.”

“I… we’re both under a lot of stress for the new album and it got to the better of us,” Chan turned to kiss you on the side of the head. “I’m really sorry to you as well, I never, under any circumstance should have yelled at you. Bin told me off for that as well, and said I was lucky that you didn’t tell me to fuck myself and leave.”

“I accept the apology, I did consider just leaving but I knew that you were just in an angry mood. And to a certain extent, you weren’t wrong, I just wanted to make sure the two of you weren’t going to beat each other up,” you were partially trying to make a joke but you also knew that Chan’s words held a bit of truth.

“What do you mean I wasn’t wrong?” Chan asked as he pulled away slightly so that he could look at you.

“I mean technically you and Bin arguing is none of my business…” you trailed off not sure how to precisely finish your thought but Chan seemed to understand what you were trying to say.

“Han literally called you over so, of course, it ended up being your business. I was just too in my own head to think about it clearly. You were just trying to be a good friend and keep me and Bin from biting each other’s head off,” Chan gently rubbed circles using his thumb on your arm.

“Well, I do have a soft spot for Hannie so I can’t just tell him no when he needs me,” you laughed at the pout Chan gave you.

“You’re supposed to have a soft spot for me,” he whined as you laughed. You pulled him by the neck into a soft kiss.

“I have a special spot just for you,” you said as you pulled away. The two of you just smiled at each other before Chan pulled you in for a much deeper kiss.

It was when Chan called you to tell you that they would be much busier now than they were preparing for the end-of-year performances that you realized how much time had passed.

“End of year performances?” You repeated before you put him on speaker to take a look at the calendar. November 25th, only a few more days until December. The time you spent with Chan and the boys had made you forget about the looming approach of the worst month of your life. You were partially thankful but also partially upset that it had been so easy for you to not notice December creeping up on you.

“Yeah, we have MAMA and a few other award shows that we’re rearranging a lot of songs and dances for. I’m probably going to be at practice every day so I won’t get the chance to come over for a while.” Chan was very apologetic in his tone but you barely processed what he was saying as the familiar sinking feeling you felt near December finally hit you.

“Ah, I see, well make sure you and the boys eat a lot and stay hydrated. Rest when you can and don’t worry about me, I’m going to be pretty busy soon too,” you tried to sound as calm and as normal as possible. The month you hated the most, December was approaching. You needed to settle all the current jobs you had to ensure that no one bothered you during the month you shut away from the world.

“I have to go now, but I’ll try to message you when I can,” Chan said quickly before hanging out. The silence of the call ending filled the room and already you found it getting hard to breathe.

The first of December hit like a ton of breaks and you spent the day in bed just playing the music you had made with him. You always missed him more than anything but it got worse during December, the month he chose to leave the world. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore and then just stared at your bedroom ceiling as his voice accompanied you in your misery. You missed him, you missed him, you missed him. Your mentor, your best friend, your inspiration, and the one that you should have been there for. The memories of the late nights the two of you spent together on music flooded your thoughts. You replayed every little moment to see if you could pinpoint a time where you could have said or done something to help him. You cried until you felt nothing and then you hoped the nothingness would swallow you up.

You were never sure how much time passed anymore, you kept the curtains closed and laid in bed shutting the outside world out. Your mutual friends would come to drag you out to visit his grave on the 31st and that was how you knew the dreaded month of December was over. You did know that there was no way it was the 31st already when you heard the knock on your door. You weakly stumbled out of bed as you tried to think of who it might be. Everyone that knew you knew about your December habits… the realization hit you just as you opened the door and saw Chan’s face. The look of worry morphed into a look of confusion as he saw you.

“You’re alright?” It seemed like he couldn’t decide where it was a statement or a question and so it came out sounding like both.

“What do you want?” You asked more harshly than you wanted to. You had thought he would be busy during all of December so you never explained to him how you were spending it. Now that you stood in front of him looking like an obvious mess, you weren’t sure you would be able to fully explain. You wanted him to just leave so that you wouldn’t have a chance to burden him with the pain that you felt.

“You didn’t respond to my texts for the last three days and then when I called you…your phone was off so I just came to see if you were okay.”

You felt like absolute garbage especially when you noticed the black circles under his eyes. He had told you he would be busy but he still made time for you because he was worried. Meanwhile, the first thing you did was snap at him. You didn’t deserve him coming to check up on you.

“I’m sorry December is just a busy time for me so I won’t be able to talk or answer texts. I’m fine so you should go back to the dorm and get some rest.” You tried to shut the door but Chan reached out and used his hand to stop it.

“Be honest with me please, are you okay?” Chan asked as he stared straight into your eyes. You knew that you probably looked the worst that he’s ever seen you. Hair smelly and a mess, dark circles, stained pajamas, suddenly you felt very small and gross in front of Chan.

“Fine. I’m fine Chan, just…have a lot going on right now,” you tried your best to hold everything together in front of him. You didn’t want to break down in front of Chan, not when he clearly had more important things going on when he didn’t deserve to have to deal with the mess that you were. You just needed him to leave so that you could finally get back to drowning in your own misery.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Chan asked softly.

“No, I’ll be fine. Once December ends, I’ll come find you,” you said. Chan looked like he wanted to say something more but he only ended up nodding. He leaned over to try to place a kiss on your cheek but you quickly backed away not wanting him to smell you.

“Let’s hang out when we both have more time then. But please check your phone once in a while when you can,” Chan awkwardly backed away and you tried not to see the hurt in his eyes.

“Will do,” you said as you shut the door. Once you heard the sound of him walking away you finally let yourself collapse onto the floor. The tears that stung the back of your eyes the entire time you were standing in front of Chan finally fell. You already felt like you were at your absolute lowest and now you’ve shown that to Chan. Sweet Chan who came to check up on you because he was worried about you when you clearly didn’t deserve it.

“Please open up,” his voice on the other side of the door startled you and you hastily wiped at the tears on your face. “Please let me in,” you heard Chan say as you stood up on your shaky legs. You didn’t want to open the door for him to see you in an even worse state than he just had but you knew that there was no point trying to hide when he had heard your sobs. You opened the door and tried to place a smile on your face.

“I thought I heard you walk away”, you said not able to look Chan in the face so you focused on the logo of his black hoodie. The logo came closer and closer until your face was pressed up against it and you felt his arms around you.

“Luckily I remembered that Felix wanted me to invite you to our early Christmas celebration party next week,” Chan gently patted you on the back as he spoke while you tried your best to hold yourself together. “Let me be here for you yeah?”

At that, you couldn’t hold it in anymore and cried into Chan’s chest. You clung onto his hoodie as everything that you had been keeping inside you came spilling out in tears.

You woke up alone in your bed and for a moment you wondered if perhaps you had dreamed about Chan when you noticed the black hoodie your hand was clenched around. You slowly sat up in bed, hand holding tight to the hoodie that still faintly smelled like Chan’s warm vanilla perfume. It took a few moments of just sitting up deep in thought before you noticed the sounds that were coming from outside your bedroom door. When you got up and opened the door you were met first with the delicious smell of kimchi stew and then you saw him standing there back toward you.

“Chan?” You asked, still not quite sure that he was really there. He jumped at the sound of your voice before he turned around to look at you.

“You’re awake,” he said as he gently set the spoon he was holding down and walked over to you. “I made some food, it’s almost done,” he took your hand that wasn’t holding his hoodie and led you to sit down at the dining table.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Not very long, I was about to wake you up in a few minutes so we could eat,” he said as he placed two bowls of rice on the table.

“Chan…” you were sure that you probably needed to bring up why you had cried so hard that you fell asleep but at the same time, you didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s talk about things when we’ve eaten, yeah?” Chan seemed to know exactly what you were thinking and you could only numbly nod at him as he set the big pot of kimchi stew on the table. “I made it light because I wasn’t sure when you last ate and I didn’t want to upset your stomach.”

“Thank you,” you said as you gently took his hand and gave it a light squeeze. He gave you a smile that showed he knew you were thanking him for more than just the food.

“Let’s dig in!”

As the two of you are Chan told you about all the new recent things that happened with him and the kids. You laughed at how he tried to show you the TikTok dance that Felix was making everyone do and cooed over the photos of the boys in their outfits for the New Years' stages. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited Chan got when he told you that Lee Know actually came to him for advice for the first time since debut.

“You act like such a dad,” you couldn’t help but say to him as he put a piece of pork belly in your bowl.

“Please never say that in front of the boys or I will never hear the end of it,” he whined and you laughed.

When you both finished eating, the two of you cleaned things up, with him insisting on doing it himself and you insisting that since he cooked you would clean. Neither one of you backed down so you just cleaned up together. As you put the last dish away you knew that it was time to address a lot of things. As you were thinking of what to say to start the conversation you needed to have, Chan, grabbed his hoodie that you left on the chair and pulled it over your head. You stared at him confused as he gently pulled your arms through the sleeves.

“You looked cold,” he said as he then took your hand and rubbed them between his own warmer ones.

“Maybe I’m just cold-blooded,” you tried to joke and were met with Chan’s raised eyebrow.

“I could think of other ways to warm you up but I think we should talk first, yeah?”

“Yeah…” you pulled Chan to the couch so that at least the two of you could sit comfortably while you had what you knew would be an uncomfortable conversation.

“I’m um, sorry that I broke down like that,” you started with an apology first since you honestly felt terrible that Chan had to deal with how much of a crying mess you were.

“You do not at all have to apologize for anything,” Chan rubbed his hand on your shoulder as he pulled you closer against him.

“Still, I wish you didn’t have to deal with this,” you gestured up and down at yourself.

“I don’t have to do anything, but I want to be here for you and help you through whatever it is that you’re going through. In whatever way you need me to be, whether as a shoulder or chest to cry on or a meal buddy, I’m here for you.”

“Chan… I don’t even know what to say, that’s much beyond what being friends with benefits entitles,” you tried to make a joke to distract yourself from how much you wanted to cry again but even to your ears it didn’t sound very funny.

“Hey, I think we both know that what we have goes beyond just friends with benefits no matter how hard we try to stick to that term. And even then, as a friend, I want to be here for you just like you were for me.” Chan pressed a gentle kiss against your head and you couldn’t control the tears that flowed down.

“It’s not that simple Chan… I’m not going through anything. This is just how I get during December.”

“I don’t understand.”

“December is the month he left this earth,” you barely were able to get the words out of your mouth. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as you felt Chan’s hand on your shoulder stop moving.

“Oh,” was all that Chan managed to say in response, and in that one sound you knew that he understood what you were talking about.

“So I hate it, I hate everything about it and this is just… how I choose to hide away from it. I’ll be fine once December ends, I just don’t want to exist again until it does.” You slowly pushed Chan’s hand off your shoulder and held it with a little squeeze. “I’ll be fine once December ends,” you repeated as much for him as for yourself.

“You’ve spent every December since then like this? Alone?” Chan asked as he turned his body toward you. You looked down at his hand that you held in your own, unable to look at his face.

“Yeah, it makes things easier when I can just hide away from the world instead of having to go out and pretend I’m okay. The memories and the regrets… everything that reminds me of what was lost and what could have been. They’re too much to bear in December.”

“I don’t know what I can say other than I’m here for you. I can’t imagine how hard this is for you and I know that there’s no way for me to make it better but I am here for you.” Chan’s other hand came up to gently cup your cheek and you leaned into the warmth. “Just please at least eat well and let me know if there’s anything you need from me, anything at all.”

“You’re busy with the year-end performances,” you replied softly, quite overwhelmed with the amount of care that Chan presented to you.

“I might be busy but that does not mean you should worry about that. If you need me, call or message me, I might not be able to respond right away but I promise I will always respond. You don’t know how much I want to bring you to practice so I can watch over and make sure you’re truly alright but I understand if you rather not leave your house. I really really care about you and I want to be there for you.” Chan placed the softest kiss on your forehead and held you close to him.

“Chan I don’t deserve-“ you couldn’t even finish your words before Chan cut you off.

“You deserve this and so much more,” you heard the tremble in his voice and finally looked up to see the tears that fell from his eyes.

“Don’t cry for me Channie,” you said as you tried to wipe his tears away.

“If you could see how much you mean to me,” Chan grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips.

“And you mean so much to me,” you said as leaned forward to kiss him. Both of your tears mixed together and everything tasted salty but also sweet. “I bet we’re quite a sight, the two of us crying our eyes out on this couch.”

“A real work of art I bet,” he said and for the first time in many Decembers you let out a laugh.

When Chan left you promised that you would keep your phone on and contact him if you needed him. In fact, he made you pinky promise which you could only roll your eyes at as he whined about it. December was still the worst month but Chan managed to make it much more bearable with his updates on the boys as well as the random selfies that he sent to “show you the performance outfits''. You teased him about how he clearly was just showing his abs and encouraged him to post those selfies for stays while he sent you numerous blushing emojis. Of course, there were days that were worse than others, when you wanted to throw your phone against the wall because you looked at the date and saw that it was still December. On those days you texted Chan that you were feeling terrible and he’d call you when he could to talk about anything to distract you enough that you felt less terrible. Sometimes, Han, Changbin, or Felix would hijack the call and you couldn’t help but smile at how excited they were to talk to you. You and Chan agreed to just tell them that you were busy instead of fully explaining why you weren’t around like you usually were.

“It’s too bad you couldn’t make the early Christmas party, Felix and Seungmin tried to make pancakes again but this time they tried to make them reindeer shaped. In the end, it just looked like those art blobs. Lee Know Hyung got drunk and told Changbin Hyung he really loved him but he refuses to admit that it happened because none of us got it on video. I hung up mistletoe and Innie still refused to kiss me, it’s like a literal rule!” Han chattered away on the other end of the phone as Chan had been called away by a manager.

“Don’t bother Lee Know too much, Chan told me he’s working himself to the bone practicing for all the collabs he’s involved in.”

“But you have to admit it’s funny!”

“Maybe… a little bit,” you imagined a stoic Lee Know as Han pestered him and couldn’t help but let out a giggle.

“Seeeeeeeeeee, anyway I know you’re super busy but is there any chance you’re free on the 21st?” You heard the hopefulness in Han’s voice and couldn’t help but feel bad that you would have to tell him no.

“Sorry Hannie, I really don’t think I can come around, don’t you guys have a performance on the 21st?” You vaguely remembered Chan telling you when he would be busiest in case you needed him and he didn’t pick up right away.

“We’re going to be at the Asia Artist Awards and… well we’re nominated for Performance of the Year.”

“I heard! Congratulations! I’m almost positive you guys will get it!” You weren’t just saying that because you were close to Stray Kids but you honestly believed that they deserved it and should get the award. Out of all the groups you had worked with throughout the years, they were something special.

“It’s still kind of unbelievable to be nominated. I was hoping if you had some time… maybe if you just had a few hours to come by after the awards? It’s just I know if we win or not, Chan Hyung would appreciate having you there.”

“Oh,” it was all the sound you could make at the moment as you thought about what Han asked. You wanted to say yes because you wanted to be there for Chan at such an important moment but at the same time, you knew that your mental state was at its worst.

“These few days he’s been telling us not to worry about it and just focus on the performance but… Bin Hyung and I have noticed how tense he is right now. I’m sure he’s under a lot of pressure and just you being there afterward whether we win or not will help him decompress a bit.”

At that moment you were quite ashamed that you had not noticed any changes in Chan’s demeanor. With that came the shame of taking up his time with your phone calls and texting. You owed Chan to be there for him at his important moments just as he had been there for you in your worst moments. “Text me the details and I’ll try my best to be there,” you told Han after you made up your mind.

You looked in the mirror for the 20th time to make sure that you looked alright. You changed into a nice light blue oversized sweater with a pair of comfy jeans, put your freshly washed and dried hair up in a small bun, and put on the lightest amount of makeup just to cover up the dark circles and pale fatigued skin. You’ve looked better but you didn’t look as bad as you usually did during December. The next step was to grab your padded coat and head out the door but that proved to be the hardest step as you hesitated by the doorway. To step out into the world during the month he chose to leave it, you couldn’t bring yourself to move forward enough to face the world outside. How did everyone else move on so easily? You wondered as your hand shook on the door handle. You closed your eyes as you tried to settle your mind a bit.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” You had asked him as you looked up from the lyrics you were working on to find him staring at you with a soft smile on his face. “Like what?” He asked with a slight raise of his eyebrow the smile still on his face. “I don’t know, a proud father?” It was just a random comparison you picked but then you realized how true it was. “Yah I’m only a few years older than you! I’m not old enough to be your father,” he huffed but his eyes crinkled to show his amusement. “Not my fault you behave like an old man,” you laughed as you tried to dodge his hand. You of course didn’t manage to dodge and he ruffled your hair roughly. “Maybe you just behave too young for your age,” he laughed at the expression on your face as you tried to fix your hair. “Don’t try changing the topic now, why do you always stare at me like a proud father?“ you asked as you tried your best to fix the damage he did to your hair. “Can’t you say like a proud Oppa instead? Because that’s exactly how I feel. I like watching you work because you look so focused and happy,” he said with the softest expression on his face and you couldn’t help but turn away. “Awww is someone embarrassed?” He teased as he tried to turn your chair so that you were facing him. “You’re just so cheesy!” You shouted as you tried to hide how red your face was. “It’s true you know, I like seeing you happy.”

A memory that you had buried in the pain and hurt popped through. You pictured the smile on his face as you finally peaked at him behind the hands hiding your face. It still hurt just to picture his face but you also found yourself smiling slightly at the memory. You understood a lot more of what he meant about how he liked seeing you happy because that's how you felt about Chan. With a deep breath in and out you opened up the door and stepped out.

You quickly silenced your phone after receiving Han’s last text that told you they were walking in the elevator. You hid yourself by ducking behind the kitchen counter as you calmed your breathing and listened out for any noise by the door. You had arrived at their dorm before the award ceremony started and went in with the passcode that Han sent you. You cheered as you saw them win their first Daesung and nearly cried at how proud Chan looked as he watched his boys give their award speech. You clapped along to their performance and then rushed about to get everything set up before the boys got back. You quickly blew up a few balloons and then arranged the food you ordered on the table, placing the cake in the center. Everything looked perfect and you could barely wait for the boys to walk in. You heard voices by the door and could make out the distinct noise of Changbin shouting for them to hurry up so that he could order food. You heard the door open and there was a jumble of eight voices talking until they suddenly fell silent. “What’s with all this food?” you heard Felix ask. “Did the managers prepare this for us?” A voice that sounded like Jeongin asked.

“Maybe it was a fairy?” Hannie said and that was your cue to reveal yourself.

“Congratulations!” You shouted as you jumped up from behind the counter. You were met with a few varied reactions, both Changbin and Lee Know shouted louder than you had, Seungmin and Jeongin clutched each other, Felix collapsed onto the floor with a rather high-pitched shout, Hyunjin also shouted and clutched his chest while Han just smiled and laughed as he looked at everyone else. Chan jumped, screamed, and then grabbed onto Changbin for dear life. You laughed louder than you had ever laughed in your life, you couldn’t help it. You laughed so hard that there were tears in your eyes as the boys slowly realized what had happened and collected themselves.

“It’s not that funny,” Seungmin said with a pout as Jeongin patted his arm. “It’s kinda funny,” the maknae pointed at Felix who was still dazed on the floor.

“It was hilarious,” Han managed to get out between laughs and most of the boys turned to look at him.

“Yah! you knew about this?” Changbin asked rather loudly.

“No, not at all!” Han tried to sound convincing but his laugh didn't really convince any of them.

“Han Jisung-shi watch your back,” Lee Know spoke with a glare but there was a faint lifting of the corner of his lips that told you that he wasn’t really mad.

“You almost killed me and Felix,” Hyunjin grumbled as he bent down to help Felix off the floor.

“I didn’t do anything! It was all her!” Hannie pointed at you who had finally stopped laughing enough to breathe.

“Bullshit if you weren’t involved you would be so scared that you would run out of the apartment!” Felix shouted as he went over to try and grab onto Han.

“You’re here,” you turned toward Chan who finally spoke.

“Yeah, I thought I would celebrate your win with you guys,” you walked closer to Chan as you tried to decipher the expression on his face. He didn’t look quite as happy as you hoped and you wondered if maybe you should have asked him if he wanted you there before planning anything with Han.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” Chan bridged the remaining distance between the two of you, you could vaguely hear the other boys say something about going to their room to change.

“I hope you’re happy to see me,” you tried to joke but your voice wavered a little bit betraying your real anxiety.

“You have no idea,” Chan leaned up and place a gentle kiss on your lips, just barely touching your lips before pulling a tiny bit away and bringing his hand to your cheek as if to check you were real. You leaned into his hand as you closed your eyes at the warmth. You linked your hands behind his neck and pulled so that he was hugging you.

“Good, I like seeing you happy,” you said as you softly ran your fingers through his hair. “Congratulations Channie,” you gave him a kiss on his cheek as his arms tightened their hold around your back.

“Thank you,” he whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes as you wanted to deeply remember the feelings you felt at this moment.

The two of you stayed like that for a bit before you were interrupted by Lee Know’s voice that shouted from his room, “You two better be decent because we’re all hungry!” Chan and you pulled apart to just look at each other and laugh.

“Come out and eat and don’t forget to thank her for the food!” Chan shouted back as he took your hand and lead you to the table. All the boys rushed out as if they were all waiting for that exact moment. The night continued as they told you every little detail about how they were told they won the award and being led backstage to when they accepted it. They couldn’t show you the award since the managers took it to the company but they described the shape in great detail. Eventually, the adrenaline wore down and you saw a few yawns mixed in with the laughter.

“I should probably head back now, once again I’m so proud of all of you,” you said as you stood up and looked each of them in the eyes. Chan stood up wordlessly as he grabbed his and your jacket. You almost spoke up to tell him that he didn’t have to walk you back but he gave you a look as he handed you your jacket and you kept silent. There was a chorus of ‘bye’s and ‘come back again soon’ from the boys as the two of you walked out the door.

“Thanks again for coming today,” Chan said as he held your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I know it probably wasn’t easy…” Chan didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant.

“This was probably the happiest I’ve been in December in a long time.” You squeezed his hand back and looked at him, “I don’t think December will ever be my favorite month but being with you and the boys makes it slightly better.” You weren’t sure you would ever get over the pain of losing him but you knew with Chan by your side there would be days when the pain wasn’t so bad.

“I’m glad because for me… you make everything slightly better.”

“We’re both in a sappy mood huh?” You teased while Chan let out a loud laugh.

“You had to ruin it huh?” He teased back as he pulled your interlinked handed until you two were touching shoulders.

“Anything to make you laugh I guess,” you replied. The two of you had reached your apartment building and you looked toward Chan to ask, “do you want to come up?”

“Before that, there’s something I need to tell you,” Chan turned so that he was fully facing you and grabbed your other hand as well. You felt slightly nervous at the serious expression on his face.

“What do you need to tell me?”

“I know when we started this we both agreed that it wasn’t a serious relationship.”

“Just two souls and bodies who need comforting,” you quoted the words you had told him that first night.

“I said I couldn’t make time for a relationship but I always want to make time for you, to hang out with you, to be with you. When you’re not around a piece of me feels like it's missing. I like you so much that I want you by my side officially. I know it won’t be easy with me being an idol but I promise I will do my best to protect you and take care of you and-”

“Chan,” you cut him off before he could continue rambling and you saw the panicked look in his eyes. “Just ask me out already,” you said with a little giggle that you couldn’t keep. Chan relaxed and looked at you with so much love you thought you would melt.

“Will you officially go out with me?”

“Of course.”

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athyathye · 3 years ago

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A girlfriend that likes taking pictures of them in secret and when they catch her she gets really flustered and tries to play it of as if nothing happends with baji? And mikey or anyone you like have a great day!

Picture-Perfect

(Mikey, Baji and Rindou)

Author's note 📝: Love it!

Warnings ⚠️: Hmm~ profanities I think~ purely fluff!

Mikey :

❥ You were fond of Mikey just as much as he was with you, maybe even more.

❥ But it never showed because between the both of you, it was always him who initiated. Dates, Gifts, Skinship, you name it. It was always him who made the first move.

❥ Not that he minded though. He knew you’d rather keep your relationship lowkey, or at least not show too much PDA. But Mikey couldn’t help it.

❥ The way you instinctively avoid his touch out in public, but the look on your eyes that say you long for it as well weirdly fills him with relief. It was like a game of push and pull but it was him who kept pulling.

❥ Best believe he found joy in seeing you make flustered expressions at him. Not only did he deem it as cute, but it gave him relief that even he was the person he was. There were still some who genuinely loved him.

“Hold on to my hand okay?” Mikey gleefully said as he warmly escorted you through the muddy streets. His usual demeanor of childishness and mock strictness was gone, replaced with a charm that could enchant even the coldest people.

You felt the strong beating of your heart. Your cold hands were warmed up by the heat of his. The phone jiggling inside of your (Mikey’s) big jacket made you remember to take at least 1 picture of him today.

“Eh? Whatcha thinkin’ about when your boyfriend’s right here?” He pulled you out of your thoughts. Pulling you closer to him until both of your chests were touching. “Better not be another person.” He pouted. You felt genuinely regretful you couldn’t capture that look.

Based on the sly smile that was on his face after his last comment, you realized he was pulling at your strings again. You copied the way he pouted earlier, smacking his chest. He chuckled joyously, but not even a few seconds after he was called to do his duties as a gang leader by his right-hand man.

And though left alone, all you could think about was the way Mikey looked incredibly serious for once. He was always worried about leaving you alone and bored, but he had told you one too many times how much he hated it when you looked at other people besides him. You took that as a joke, but you had an inkling feeling it wasn’t.

The phone in your pocket vibrated and you smiled just as slyly as he did.

As you were getting your angles right, almost squatting on the ground. As soon as you clicked on the button, Mikey’s eyes that were on his friends suddenly glanced directly at you through the lens. Surprised, you accidentally let out a small noise.

“What are you doing y/n-chi? Taking pictures? Awwe, you could’ve just asked if you wanted to take pictures of your handsome boyfriend~” He said as you began to act like you were taking pictures of everything.

Mikey laughed at your attempts, a certain feeling warming up his insides as he watched you panic. He held up a peace sign “Take another one! Get my good side ok?!”

Baji :

❥ You loved photography, Baji knew that. You found him attractive, Baji knew that. You sometimes take pictures of him, Baji knew that.

❥ Your hobby was always something Baji admired. He first began to realize your love for picture taking when you brought your trusty old camera with you on your dates. He began to realize your talent once he had your camera to himself. Scrolling through the endless painting-like scenes that made even the clueless Baji admire your version of ‘art’.

❥ He loved your pictures so much that he steals your memory card and gets the pictures printed to hang on his wall. It was in one of his not-so graceful crimes that he saw pictures of himself.

❥ Now, Baji never found himself extremely attractive. He often found himself thinking he was average. With his personality, no doubt a lot of people had avoided him like a plague. Not that he cared, He liked it better that way. So he never really felt like he fit in the ‘attractive’ category.

❥ But wowie, once he saw the pictures of him inside your camera, even he blushed at his appearance. It was an ego-booster no doubt. That was the reason why he would be caught suddenly smirking to himself in the mirror at times.

It was in the most domestic of times. Both of you were in his room. You in his shirt while him only in his comfortable home pants. The whiteness of the sheets complimented Baji’s paleness. His dark silky hair which was the opposite were draped over the pillows and his arm that was positioned behind his head.

You were laying on his chest just moments ago, enjoying the rare serene atmosphere. But you couldn’t help it. The way the rays of the sun hit his form so majestically at the right space and time, he was nothing short of a Greek god at the moment. You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. But the both of you knew exactly what you were going to do.

*Click*

Though Baji had his eyes closed, his mouth twitched, forming a smirk. He heard a sharp intake of breath which caused him to open them, though he was blinded by the flash that was suddenly emitted. “Oh. ahh.” Your habit of remaining speechless whenever you were caught by surprise was something Baji found adorable.

You lowered yourself on the floor, hearing his chuckle made shame probed at your burning heart. He stood up from where he was half-laying, picking you up until both of you were now on the messy bed.

“Why do you like taking pictures so much?”

“I only started to like it when I took pictures of you.”

Your shameless confession made heat rise up to his cheeks. “Well then why…”

“I like capturing our memories together” You rubbed your face on his body. “I want both of us to look back on it on our wedding day, after our child’s birth and then as we grow older…”

“That sounds like a nice plan.” For once, Baji was content.

Rindou :

❥ Rindou didn’t care for sentiments. Replaceable objects were of no use to him.

❥ The same was for you until he realized you had dangerously and selfishly carved a hole on his already small and black heart. It was then that he saw the extent of your worth to him.

❥ And he’d be damned if he were to let anything hurt you, or come between the two of you. The way his heart swelled and beat for you was scary. He was afraid that one day you would take advantage of it and through his perceptive eye, He’d let you.

❥ He knew his love was becoming obsessive but he couldn’t help it. With someone as lovable as you, he’d even fool his own brother for shallow reasons. He was afraid that his excessive love would one day turn you away from him. He detested that thought. He couldn’t even imagine a life without you now.

❥ Rindou knew your views on life would never be compatible, with his twisted nature and your pure self there was nothing you both found in common. He just hoped, your naive but gentle heart would also beat for him, and him alone.

It was night time in the Haitani base. Dark blue sky and bright street lights, you could never get used to their flexible schedule. Clad in your pajamas and your eyes covered with a sleep mask, you had no idea what was happening. But you could take a guess.

Sounds of painful groans and harsh thumps filled your ears. And though the normal reaction would be to be frightened, you had forgotten about that feeling as you dated one of the most dangerous men in the country, Haitani Rindou.

Rindou had always brought you wherever he was going when you were enjoying your time with him. Even with his superiors or underlings. He disliked parting with you and you felt the same. At first you were always pleading with him to let you tag along, but he then naturally brought you. Which is the same in this scenario.

Bored out of your mind, you took off the mask that you usually thanked him for. Avoiding to look at the rather violent scene in front of you. Your attention shifted to the person squatting on the ground. He definitely was supposed to look intimidating. But to you, the smirk on his face with his body squished small on the ground made you think he looked nothing more than a mischievous little boy. Before you knew it, your hand that was fiddling with the strings of your clothes held a smartphone.

You meant to take one picture, just one to add to your collection. But you hadn’t expected to grab a phone that wasn’t yours.

“-uh? Think you’re all that you b*stards? How should I humiliate you this time? Streaking? Nah done that. How abou-”

*Shutter* *Flash*

You became so surprised yourself that you almost dropped the phone on the ground. A small “eep!” left your mouth as all the attention was on you. 4 pairs of eyes, two of which you were familiar with.

“...Great thinking, y/n! All right! Drop your pants, I’m taking pictures and posting ‘em or somethin’ ” Ran cynically said as he grabbed the phone that was almost leaving your hold.

You were left speechless and utterly confused, until Rindou, whom you hadn’t realized was now behind you spoke. “What were you doing?”

“Nothing!” Your face burned, burying it in your hands.

“Clearly not when you look like a tomato” He poked your cheeks as he spoke so nonchalantly. “Besides, the phone was pointed at me. Still got nothing to say?”

You were sure his words were true, if anything you felt like steam was coming out of your ears.

“....pictures”

“What?”

“I was trying to take pictures of you ok!?”

“You don’t need to shout. I do the same anyways.”

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doexoeyes · 3 years ago

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Firsts

Summary: Your firsts with Peter Parker (or the beautiful calm before the inevitable storm that came with dating Spider-Man.)

Note: why yes, my love for Andrew’s Peter has also been reignited by No Way Home. this is part of a small mini series of imagines all based around this set up and continuing to NWH. Will probably be a total of 3 to 4 parts. I just want to establish the emotional connection between you both so we can all ugly cry together.

Part 2:

It was fall and the leaves were red & the air was chilled and to him, it was perfect photo taking weather.

Camera strapped to his neck, he snapped away at twisted tree branches and pieces of orange sky when his lens focused on a big, golden haired dog. Kneeled beside him was you, hand fluffing up the dog’s fur in happy pets, and Peter couldn’t help but instinctively zoom in on your face. His finger went straight to the trigger, having caught a photo of you mid laughter.

Normally Peter would be against taking a photo of someone without their permission, but it was almost as if something had taken over him, like he just had to take the picture.

Maybe it was the pretentious photographer in him that preferred candids over a predetermined pose, or he was getting tired of shooting dead branches, especially when a genuine smile like your’s was just waiting to be captured in an image. Whatever it was, he didn’t expect to see you waving at him once he moved his camera away from his eye.

Great, you caught him.

He blushed, a guilty expression plastered on his face as he awkwardly waved back.

Your hands signaled him to approach you, and he took a breath as he made his way over.

“Hey, was it a good shot?” you asked immediately, a brow raised and an amused smile painting your lips. From the view point of his lens, Peter could make out that you were a pretty girl, but now, in person, he was almost stunned by how beautiful you were. Your eyes peering up at him from your lashes captivated him almost immediately.

“Umm, yea, I’m sorry about that. I should have asked for your permission. I’ll delete it…” he explained rather nervously, hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

“No, it’s ok! I’m flattered actually. Is it ok if I check it out?” you assured him, flashing him a warmer smile.

Bashfully showing you the photo on his camera, you went on to give him your phone number, asking for a copy to have of your own.

“This is Shaggy, by the way. You can pet him if you want. He loves making new friends.”

Peter leaned down to pet Shaggy, smiling at him.

“Hey, nice to meet you, Shaggy. I’m Peter.”

Your smile grew as you watched them both, Shaggy wagging his tail excitedly as Peter had found his favorite spot; right between the ears.

Your eyes then focused on the tall, brunette boy, realizing that not only was he kind, but also extremely cute.

You tried to keep yourself from blushing, clearing your throat

“I’m y/n, by the way,” you said, and his eyes instantly met yours.

Beautiful brown eyes behind squared framed glasses.

Oh gosh, you were a goner.

“Nice to meet you too, y/n.”

He ended up sending you the photo as soon as he transferred the images to his laptop. He insisted that it was because he didn’t want you to wait too long, but he knew it was because he wanted any excuse to continue talking to you.

From then on the conversations continued, growing into talks about each other’s interests and lives (and how Shaggy was indeed named after the Scooby-Doo character, to which Peter laughed and said “oh you just had to name him after the non-dog character to be different, did you?”)

It was safe to say that you both developed little crushes on each other.

The first time Peter Parker asked you out was a couple days later. After texting and calling nonstop since meeting, he finally got the courage to ask.

“Hey, there’s a photo exhibit happening downtown tomorrow. Do you maybe wanna go with me?” he asked.

Laying down on his bed, facing his ceiling, he held his breath as he awaited your answer.

Little did he know, your heart nearly stopped at his question.

Was he asking you out on a date?

You bit your lip to keep yourself from screaming out an overly excited ‘yes’, choosing to go the ‘cool girl’ route.

Calm, effortless. Making sure not to make it a big deal by labeling it said ‘d’ word.

“Um, yea, sure. Sounds fun,” you said, hoping it sounded cool and collected on his end despite being the exact opposite of how you felt.

Peter immediately pumped his fist up, thrilled at your acceptance.

“Ok, cool. I’ll pick you up at 4:00?”

“Sounds like a date,” you said, before slapping a hand over your forehead immediately.

Crap.

You said the ‘d’ word.

Before he could even respond, you took it upon yourself to explain further.

A terrible mistake.

“I mean, like, you know. A friend date. Not like a…not a real date, cause I’m sure that’s not...”

“No, I want it to be,” Peter interrupted immediately, surprising even himself.

He didn’t want you to be confused by his intentions. He liked you, really liked you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think that he saw you as ‘just a friend’.

If he was being honest, he didn��t think he could ever be ‘just a friend’ to you.

Your eyes widen, face warm as you quickly stuffed your phone under your pillow, letting out an excited squeal that you could no longer hold.

“Y/N?” you heard your mom call out worriedly from outside your door.

“It’s ok, mom! Just…stubbed my toe,” you said, embarrassed she had heard you.

Ok, breathe. Be a cool girl. You’re a cool girl.

You lifted your phone from under your pillow back to your ear.

“Okay, cool. I’m totally down for that. So tomorrow at 4 it is.”

Little did you know, Peter heard you squeal at the other end of the phone, including your ‘stubbed toe’ excuse and he had to stifle his laughter so as to not make you suspicious.

His chest filled with warmth and he was beyond giddy at your reaction. You were actually ecstatic to go out with him. Never did he think he would get that kind of reaction, especially from someone as amazing as you.

God, he was a goner.

“Perfect. See you tomorrow,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

The first time Peter Parker kissed you was that very same night. After the exhibit, you grabbed some slices of Joe’s Pizza (“The absolute best pizza in all of New York,” Peter had stated in a tone that amusingly sounded more like a fact than an opinion) and then headed into a small local ice cream shop for a scoop of..

“Strawberry ice cream,” you both had said in unison when the server had asked what you would like.

You both turned to each other and laughed, beaming smiles plastered to your faces.

The server couldn’t help but smile too.

“You both make a very lovely couple. How long have you two been together?” he asked.

Peter scratched at the back of his head while you looked down, not wanting him to see your, at this point, tomato red cheeks.

You both decided to share 2 scoops of strawberry ice cream, taking it to go as you continued your night time stroll.

“Ah crap, he only gave us one spoon…” he said, turning around to go back inside.

“I’m ok with sharing,” you said quickly, causing him to turn back around.

“I mean, if you are,” you added, eyes avoiding his in the fear of him looking at you strangely.

He looked down at the ice cream cup in has hand for a moment before grabbing the spoon, offering it you.

“One spoon for two it is,” he said with a small smirk.

You took turns before it turned into both of you feeding each other, giggling as it progressed into a tiny food fight.

“Ha, now you have some on your nose,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

He laughed, taking the spoon back from you and lightly smeering a bit of melted ice cream on your cheek.

“Now we’re matching,” he said, mimicking you as he stuck his tongue out.

You giggled, finger wiping at your cheek.

“Oh, wait, you missed,” he said, reaching his hand out towards your cheek as his thumb gently wiped at the smear.

Your breath caught in your throat as his skin made contact with yours. Just this small, innocent action was enough to send shockwaves throughout your entire body.

His thumb lingered on your skin, the rest of his fingers joining to caress your cheek. His eyes then landed on your’s and, if you weren’t frozen in place just yet, you definitely were now. You watched in palpable silence, heart beating rapidly, as you awaited his next move.

“You have really beautiful eyes,” he voices softly, face leaning closer to yours.

At this point you could feel his breath on your face and without thinking about, you leaned in closer as well, your faces less than inches apart.

“Is this ok?” He had whispered, mouth grazing your’s as his eyes closed instinctively.

You nodded, wanting nothing more than for him to move just a tiny bit closer.

“More than.”

His lips met yours, soft and warm and kind and perfect, and you practically melted into him.

You half expected an Elvis song to play and end credits to roll. It was that perfect.

The first time Peter Parker said he loved you was coincidentally the first time you found out he was Spider-Man.

You started noticing Peter wasn’t wearing his glasses, but when you had asked he said he got ‘contacts’. You also noticed how he was surprisingly stronger than usual.

It’s not that he was particularly weak before, but you start noticing the change in someone’s capabilities when they slam dunk a basketball and break the hoop.

Like literally smashed the whole thing on the floor.

Although you and Peter didn’t go to the same school, word quickly made it to yours how the the nerdy kid from rival school Midtown High jumped across the court and destroyed a basketball hoop, glass shards everywhere.

“Are you on steroids?” you asked him seriously, causing him to choke on the sandwich he was currently eating.

You both held the tradition of eating at the Starlight Diner every Friday after school. You would wait on the steps of Midtown High for Peter to be dismissed, and make your way to the diner hand in hand, you on his skateboard as he helped guide you to the direction of the restaurant.

“What? No, of course not! I just…I’ve been working out more.”

“Where? In Superman’s gym? ‘Cause you pretty much need super human strength to do what you did, Peter.”

He playful rolled his eyes at you, chuckling under his breath.

“Oh ha-ha, look at you with the quips. Maybe your dad is right, maybe I am a bad influence,” he teased, but you remained straight faced with him.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I can tell when you’re bullshitting me, and you’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

He pauses mid bite, realizing your seriousness, and places his sandwich down on the plate, brow furrowed.

“Whoa. Y/N, what are you…”

“You’re always leaving in the middle of our hangouts, coming up with excuses like ‘Aunt May wants you home early’, when I know that’s not true because I called her the other day, when you left, to apologize for keeping you out so late, and she said she didn’t mind and to tell you, since you were still ‘out with me’, that she needed you to bring home a gallon of milk.”

“Not only that but you’re acting different. You’re more on edge, less rational about things. I mean, humiliating Flash Thompson like that? Sure it sounds funny and he definitely deserves it but that’s not something the Peter Parker I know would do. In fact, you’ve been doing a lot of things you wouldn’t typically do. And I guess I wouldn’t mind if you would just tell me what the heck was going on. You used to tell me everything, Peter. What’s changed?”

It all flowed out of you like a waterfall; weeks of pent up frustration and worry. You didn’t even realize that your eyes were glossy, tears threatening to spill.

But Peter did.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey. Y/n, baby, please, it’s ok.” He leaned forward to reach for your hand on the table but you pulled back, shaking your head.

“No. It’s not ok,” and his heart breaks at the hurt in your tone.

“I don’t even know you anymore,” you state, and a tear finally makes its way down your cheek.

Before he can even lean forward to reach for you again, you stand up and move out of the booth you shared.

“Where are you going?” Peter asks, and there’s a lump in his throat that you can hear in his voice.

“I need some time. Oh wait, no, that’s too honest of an answer, sorry. My mom wants me home early,” you said bitterly, eyes looking straight into his before you turned around and walked straight out of the diner, the bell at the door alerting patrons of your departure.

Peter swallowed, eyes remanning on the spot where you once sat.

He fucked up and he knows it.

He comes up with a plan to make it up to you and later that night he stands on your windowsill, knocking on the glass.

You go to check out the strange tapping noise and almost fall backwards in shock once you draw your curtains and come face to face with Peter.

“Oh my god, Peter! What are you doing here?! Be careful, you’re gonna fall!” you say frantically, ushering him in.

He can’t help but smile lightly at your worry; at least it seemed like you still cared about him.

“Y\n, I’m really sorry about how I’ve been acting lately. You’re right. I’ve been acting weird and lying to you about it and you don’t deserve that. I tell you everything because I trust you more than anyone in the entire world. And if there’s anyone I can trust with this, it’s definitely you.”

You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he was talking about.

“Peter, what are you…”

“Wait, let me show you please,” he practically begs you with his puppy dog brown eyes and you feel obliged to accept.

As weak as it might make you seem, you could never say no to Peter.

You nod, and he smiles at you, grateful.

“Ok, this is gonna sound weird but I need you to hold onto me,” he said, and you automatically raise a brow.

“Is this an excuse to get me to hug you? Because you don’t deserve a hug right now,” you said with a suspicious brow raised and Peter has to keep the laugh bubbling up his throat from coming out.

Sometimes you were too cute for your own good.

“Trust me. This is going to explain everything.”

So you do as he asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, to which he wraps an arm tightly around your waist.

At this moment you almost immediately accept his apology, despite him not explaining much of anything. You were so head over heels for Peter that just him holding you like that was enough to forgive him.

He interrupts your thoughts.

“Hold on tightly ok? And please, whatever you do, don’t look down.”

You frowned, now more confused than ever.

“Don’t look down? Down from wh-“

Before you can even finish your sentence, you’re both suddenly launched out the window, 0 to 60 in half a second.

You scream loudly, high pitched & full of absolute fear. Your hands tightened their grip around Peter’s neck, eyes looking around frantically as you passed by tall trees and giant skyscrapers.

Peter laughs, giving you a soft squeeze as he reassured you of his hold.

“I got you, don’t worry. Just remember what I said about not…”

You let out another hysterical shriek, nails digging into Peter’s skin as you scrambled to get impossibly closer to him, having caught glimpse of the city below you.

Too late.

“...Looking down.” Peter hissed in pain at your nails.

Damn they were sharp.

Finally he landed you both on top of a building and you gasped once your feet touched solid ground.

“You’re good, it’s ok. You survived,” he says, but you don’t let go of your tight grip on him.

Your breathing is still rapid and your eyes are looking wildly around you before landing on Peter’s face in front of you.

“W-what, h-how….” you’re out of breath and you still haven’t recovered from the shock and fear.

“This is what I haven’t been honest with you about, and what I know now I should’ve from the start,” he confesses, hands making its way to your cheeks.

His warm hands on your face immediately help steady your breathing, allowing you to process what had just occurred.

You weren’t simply flying over the city, you were swinging. Peter was swinging you both with some strange substance coming out of his arm. Like a web of sorts.

Your eyes widen in realization.

“You’re Spider-Man,” you state, breathless, and his eyes never lose contact with your’s.

You can see him swallow silently. He was nervous. Whatever happens next was completely in your control.

“I don’t want to lose you, y/n. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’d be stupid if I lost you all because I was scared of telling you the truth. More than just my girlfriend, you’re my best friend, and I….I trust you with my whole life. So I’m trusting you with this secret. I promise I’ll explain everything to you later, but right now I need you to know that I….”

He gently rests his forehead against your’s.

“I love you.”

His words echo in your head and your chest finally stills.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the anger you felt about him lying. Not the fear as he swung you over the city. Not even the fact that he was freakin Spider-Man.

All that mattered was how much you loved Peter and how he felt the same way. It, along with the many overwhelming emotions you felt that day, was enough to cause tears to roll down your cheeks. To which Peter wiped away immediately.

Before he could even apologize, you pull him down to you by his shirt collar, smashing your lips on his.

He’s taken aback at first, but immediately closes his eyes and practically breathes new life into you as he kisses you back eagerly, hands resting on your lower back.

These were the firsts of many memories you and Peter shared. Times where you were the happiest. Times that you’ve both replayed in your head whenever you felt like nothing was going right. Times that you strived to recreate together every moment that you could.

But, as he stared out the window of his dark and lonely rundown apartment, empty liquor bottles piled on the floor, dried tear stains on his cheeks, he wished more than anything that he could have shared more with you.

#tasm imagine #tasm peter parker x reader #the amazing spiderman x reader #andrew spiderman imagine #peter parker #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #spiderman nwh #marvel #marvel imagine #andrew garfield spiderman #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #spider man imagine #spider man x reader #sm nwh #imagine

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klqrambles · 2 years ago

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Deaf Basil ficlet where he meets Dorian for the first time

Based on something halfway between the musical and the book

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It was a fairly normal crush at Lady Brandon’s. In the middle of the room, Basil could see Gloucester and Campbell laughing together about some topic and in the corner, Ladies Brandon and Agatha were chatting away with another lady that Basil couldn’t recognize, presumably the wife of one of the various strangers Basil found himself surrounded by. He didn’t often enjoy these gatherings, but he was an artist, and commissions had to be discussed. At least it was much easier to follow the polite conversation of his potential clients than the rapid, often overlapping, back and forth of his peers. He scribbled in his notebook the details of his latest commission for Sir Ashton and smiled at his nod of confirmation at the notes. Another commission secured, Basil allowed himself to drift away from the group.

As he turned to perhaps find another group to introduce himself to, he was suddenly overcome with the feeling of being watched. Henry had always scoffed at this claim, saying that Basil had the social awareness of an old dog stuffed on Christmas dinner. Basil retorted that Henry had the social awareness of a dead partridge. Back in the present, he breathed out and turned to confront his observer. Then he paused. The man, barely a man really, stared at him with wide, curious, gray blue eyes. His fluffy platinum blonde and blue hair framed his soft youthful face beautifully and Basil found himself filled with fear. For a man such as Basil, who valued his sight so greatly, to have a single man capture his attention wholly was terrifying. He tried to leave, staggering for the door, but was unfortunately stopped by someone grasping him by the arm. It appeared that that was the moment Lady Brandon had decided to interfere in Basil’s escape.

“Surely you are not leaving already, Basil? The party has just started!” she cried.

Basil hesitated. He could give any number of different excuses, feeling ill, being tired of being ignored, people’s intolerance. Instead, he shook his head with a polite smile, trying to read her chatter as she pulled him along. Unfortunately, the very group Basil was being dragged to featured the very person Basil was trying to avoid. As Lady Brandon made introductions, Basil once again found his eyes being drawn to the Adonis, his head thrown back in gentle laughter, delicate fingers grasping his glass of champagne. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Lady Brandon grinning at him deviously.

“I see you’ve met Dorian,” she noted.

Basil tilted his head. Dorian?

She turned to the man next to him, “allow me to introduce you two! Dorian, this is Basil Hallward. He makes some of the most wonderful paintings—“

Basil turned to see the man, Dorian, smiling at him.

Dorian reached out a hand, “It is nice to meet you, Mr. Hallward. My name is Dorian Gray.”

Basil shook it for a moment, enjoying the softness of his well kept hand. Breaking the handshake, he went to scribble in his notebook.

“It is nice to meet you, Mr. Gray. And please call me Basil.”

Basil held out his notebook, watching nervously as Dorian read his writing with beautiful curiosity. His writing was not the cleanest, valuing speed over quality, but he certainly tried his best to make it legible.

Within a few seconds Dorian looked up at him, “of course, Basil. Call me Dorian, please.”

Basil smiled and nodded. In his periphery, he could see Lady Brandon had continued to chat away so he looked to see what she was saying.

“—shame, Basil. He does play the piano wonderfully, or was it violin? Regardless, it is quite unfortunate the one thing he really does is something you cannot enjoy. I’m sure you would have loved it.”

Basil felt his expression tighten. He despised when his friends were like this. The unnecessary pity. The decision of what he could or couldn’t enjoy without his input. Whoever said he couldn’t enjoy watching a man such as Dorian play the piano, violin, or any instrument he had the fortune of playing. He felt a tap on his arm, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Dorian looked up at him inquisitively, “what does she mean?”

Basil hesitated before once again scribbling in his notebook.

“I was born without the ability to hear. But that does not mean I don’t enjoy musical performances, I simply enjoy them for a different reason.”

“And here I thought you were simply exceedingly shy,” Dorian quipped before pausing, “wait, if you are unable to hear, how have you been responding to what I am saying?”

“I can read lips.”

Dorian’s eyes widened before turning into a laugh, “I apologize, I’m not laughing at you I promise! It’s just, it’s just such a simple solution I wasn’t expecting it.”

Basil let out his own huff of amusement, feeling his cheeks warm. People had been fascinated by his ability certainly, but no one had gotten such enjoyment out of it. It was nice, he supposed, to laugh about his lip reading in a manner that wasn’t derisive or nervous.

“You mentioned,” Dorian noted once he’d calmed down, “that you enjoy musical performances for a reason other than the music. Would you mind if I asked what it was?”

Basil shook his head, contemplating how exactly he would answer.

“The image of a person lost in their passion for music, unknowing of the time that is passing or the space that they command, that is something I strive to capture in my art. Besides that, if I am close enough I can often feel the rhythm of the music and that is enjoyment in itself.

I’d love to watch you perform one day.”

Basil had already shown the note before realizing what he’d written. Shuffling a little in place, the artist resisted every urge to snatch the notebook away from Dorian’s interested eyes. The man’s smile was blinding.

“I’d love to perform for you, Basil!” cried Dorian, clapping his hands together, “Although, I don’t know how well ‘feeling the music’ would go as pianos aren’t like percussion instruments in terms of projection.”

“That is perfectly fine.”

Basil hesitated. What was he doing? He wasn’t sure.

“If you don’t mind, I have a piano in my studio, although I don’t know if it is tuned. I would be able to feel the music better if I could touch the piano directly.”

Dorian nodded, “that sounds like a wonderful idea! I happen to be free this coming Monday evening, would that work for you?”

Basil froze. Monday? That was so soon, but he was free and he couldn’t tamp down the excitement filling his heart.

“I couldn’t possibly ask you to give me a performance for free because of my condition.”

“It’s not because of your condition,” Dorian shook his head, “I simply want to get to know you, Basil! If I’m not being too presumptuous, I’d like to know you as a friend. If not as a friend, at least as a fellow artist.”

Basil nodded vigorously, reflexively signing “of course”.

“Monday?” Dorian smiled.

“Monday.”

With an exchange of addresses, Basil finally excused himself from the party and stepped into the cold night air. The last hour of his life felt like a blur, only able to be remembered by the notes and responses in his notebook. Looking at the address written on the last filled page, Basil could no longer remember why he feared Dorian. All he could feel was a nervous giddy excitement at the thought of seeing him again in his studio. If Basil’s sketches that night looked like a particular person, no one would know or say.

#klq dorian gray #just an idea i had rolling around in my head #the picture of dorian gray #deaf basil au

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bounce-a-coin-off-your-witcher · 3 years ago

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Prompt idea: Geralt gets a contract for a monster that has been sighted nearby. When he tracks it down, he is surprised to find mothman!Jaskier who (much like actual mothman) has an ass that won’t quit.

I just want you to know that Mothskier now lives in my head rent free 24/7. I love him. I would die for him. This is my new favorite emotional support au.

2k-ish words - please feel free to shove comments through the bars of my enclosure, I would really like that

art by the ever-wonderful @mawbwehownets, whose drawing of Mothskier made me legit cry.

tw: mild injury, brief blood mention, strangers to lovers

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“So what you’re saying,” Geralt raises an eyebrow slowly, curious, “Is that you need me to catch a monster that’s half man and half moth?”

“Yup.”

“Alright,” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer finger. The frustrated Witcher takes a slow breath to calm and center himself, before he ends up botching the entire contract-writing process. Humans tend to grow attached to the strangest monsters sometimes, and apparently this mysterious local being was no different. “Let me get this totally straight, so there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. You want me to capture this man-moth and get it out of your woods, but you don’t want me to kill it?”

“He’s called the Mothman, and he’s pretty damn stubborn about sticking around,” the aging farmer corrects Geralt with a little frown. Then his expression shifts and he smiles in a way that seems almost apologetic. “We were hoping you could find a way to relocate him without hurting or killing him, Master Witcher.”

“That’s completely possible, if he isn’t attached to this specific patch trees by any magical or biological means. You said his natural habitat is just… the forest?”

“As long as there's an abundance of pine around he seems pretty happy. Before he came to live with us, Mothman lived in a heavily forested area up the coast; or at least that’s what the historical records and local mythology seem to indicate.”

“That’s actually pretty helpful information to have on hand, I’m impressed,” Geralt nods. “Alright, Mr. Stevens. I promise to relocate the poor thing without killing or maiming him, and I’ll be sure to take him somewhere far enough away that your crops won’t be in danger. Thanks for calling me first instead of just going straight to an extermination service.”

“Honestly, Master Witcher,” the farmer sighs and readjusts his dirty baseball hat, “If it weren’t for the mischief he’s been getting into lately, we would have let him stick around until spring. I hate to admit it to a man as strong and stern-faced as yourself, but the poor creature is almost… adorable at times.”

“Well that’s a first,” Geralt chuckles, honestly amused by the situation he’s found himself in. “A monster being referred to as ‘adorable’ rather than ‘terrifying’. I’ve never heard such a thing in my many years of life.”

“Then you’d better prepare yourself, Sir Geralt. He’s got a pair of big blue puppy-dog eyes that’ll knock you on your ass if you aren’t careful. And that’s coming from a man who raised three daughters with dimples.”

“Hmm. Fuck.”

---

Geralt knows enough about moths to come up with a plan he thinks will work.

Before he heads into the woods to find and capture the poor wandering creature, the Witcher takes a detour through the lighting section of the nearest Lowe’s.

---

Unfortunately for Geralt, the farmer was right about the power of Mothman’s puppy dog eyes, which are big and blue and begin to water as soon as the Witcher’s net knocks him to the ground. The creature lies in a whimpering tangle of limbs beneath the heavy, magically enhanced restraints. Geralt takes an opportunity to look at what the locals called "a cryptid".

Mothman has a long, lithe body that's covered in a light layer of grey-brown fur, but his hair resembles that of a human’s, falling over those enormous blue eyes in a lovely chestnut fringe. When Mothman sees the swords on Geralt’s back he cries out in panicked recognition and tries to pull his arms up far enough to shield his face. The lamp Geralt used to lure him into the clearing is still bathing him in a pool of yellow light; it’s almost pretty for a monster, Geralt notes.

As the Witcher takes a step forward, the cryptid squeaks and buries his face against his own shoulder. His entire frame is trembling.

“Hey there, shhhhh,” the Witcher murmurs quietly. He drops into a squat and holds both hands up to show Mothman that they’re weapon free. Tears are now falling freely down the creature’s surprisingly human face; whoever or whatever this is, they are likely some kind of Fae. “I’m not here to hurt you, I just want to get you back through the veil.”

“Liar,” Mothman huffs. His voice has a surprisingly musical quality to it and Geralt is now sure of his Fae parentage (or grand-parentage).

“I promise I’m not lying,” Geralt reassures him, slowly crawling forward. When he reaches for the nearest corner of the net, he feels all of Mothman’s muscles go tense. “I’m going to lift this up and I am going to restrain you, but I swear that I’m not going to kill you. I wish to cause as little distress as possible. Is that alright, Mothman?”

The creature hisses and yanks his foot back away from where Geralt’s hand had nearly touched it. “Jaskier.”

“Hmm?” Geralt glances up, raising an eyebrow.

“My name is Jaskier,” the Fae repeats, glaring up from between the sections of woven rope that make up the heavy net. “Not Mothman.”

“My apologies, Jaskier,” Geralt bows his head. He words his introduction carefully, in case this thing can manipulate his name like others of his kind: “You may refer to me as Geralt.”

“That’s your real name,” Jaskier states. The Witcher’s head snaps up.

“How did you know?”

“Hmm,” Jaskier sticks his tongue out as he mimics the sound Geralt made earlier. “Not telli-AH! Stop! Oh go- gods, stop! Please!”

Geralt drops the short section of rope he’s trying untangle from around Jaskier’s ankle and snaps his eyes upwards, already searching for damage. “What’s wrong!?”

“My wing!” Jaskier bawls. His scent spikes out through the clearing, sharp with panic and pain. The creature’s chest begins to shake more violently than before, his shoulders shuddering with the rising force of his sobs, “It’s t-t-torn! Oh gods, my wing! Sir Witcher, p-please!”

Geralt freezes, his gaze settling on the torn section of Jaskier’s large, furry wing. It’s a nasty wound near one of the joints, a faint trickle of barely-luminescent blood has already dried around the edges. Jaskier tries to flutter it a little and screams in agony when the muscles shift too suddenly, shrilly enough that Geralt needs to cover his hypersensitive ears. The Witcher's heart crashes down into his boots; based on the way the shivering Fae has gone pale and silent, the pain is too much for him to process. He’s gone into shock.

A torn wing is exactly the kind of thing Geralt had promised the farmer (and the collective of townspeople he represented) wouldn’t happen to the peaceful moth creature if they hired a Witcher instead of an exterminator. He sighs and gives the strange being another once-over. “Everything's alright, Jaskier. You’re going to be alright. I’m so, so sorry that you've been wounded. We’ll get you out of this net and get you something for the pain, but it’s going to hurt a little to untangle you. Stay still, don’t struggle, and it’ll be over soon.”

“J-Just kill me,” Jaskier pants. He’s continuing to hyperventilate and Geralt needs him to calm down before he passes out. The Fae reaches a hand for the dagger at Geralt's waist and the Witcher twists out of reach with a frown. Jaskier sobs again, fingers still seeking, “I might n-n-never fly a-again so just k-kill me!”

“Breathe with me, Jaskier,” the Witcher instructs, forgoing patience and cutting through the net with that same dagger. He scoops Jaskier up into his arms, ignoring the keening sound at the back of Jaskier’s throat when his wing is jostled, and rushes the Fae to his truck, tucking him into the passenger’s seat and wrapping him in a large, fluffy blanket. “I’m taking you to my friend. She’s an expert at healing magical creatures and I'm certain that she'll get your wing fixed in no time.”

Jaskier doesn’t give an answer. When Geralt looks up into the creature’s face again, the injured Fae has already passed out.

---

Jaskier moves with all the grace of a newborn foal as he explores the room Geralt has provided for him. His wing has been inspected, treated, and bandaged by a rather scary sorceress named Yennefer, who glared at the Witcher the entire time she was caring for him. She had also taken one of Geralt’s old t-shirts and cut an enormous hole in the back for Jaskier’s wings to fit through. The shirt’s bottom hem falls to the middle of his thighs and the thick black material is softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

He hears a knock on the door and calls out, “It’s open!”

Geralt enters slowly, bearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a mug of tea. “I brought you some last minute supplies and - uh… I brought you some tea. Yen always likes some before she goes to sleep and I figured since this was a new place and new places can be scary that I should-”

“Thank you,” Jaskier interrupts, smiling shyly. His antennae twitch happily as he takes the offerings from Geralt's hands and the Witcher watches them with wide eyes. Jaskier carefully sets the pajamas and the tea on the nightstand before turning back to look at Geralt. “I will… see you tomorrow?”

Geralt gives one sharp nod. “Hmm.”

“Goodnight,” Jaskier sing-songs, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as Geralt exits.

From the other side of the closed door, Jaskier’s superior hearing picks up the Witcher’s final whisper: “Goodnight, Jaskier. I will always be sorry for causing you pain.”

The next morning he meets Geralt at the breakfast table, refreshed and ready to learn about the human world. He’s summoned a glamour in order to hide his more Moth-like traits, the only things that remain of his true nature are his wings and antennae; his fur is gone and he’s dressed in a pair of sweatpants and that same old shirt. The Witcher offers him a bowl of fruit and mug of something sweet-smelling. Jaskier glares into the mug with a slight pout to his lips before finally asking, “What is this?”

“Hot chocolate.”

Jaskier takes a sip and his antennae flutter, twitching happily as he swallows the best drink he’s ever had in his long life. He eats a strawberry from the bowl and slowly works his way through the hot chocolate, eyeing Geralt warily as the Witcher moves through the familiar kitchen to make his own breakfast.

“Where is Yennefer?”

“She went home,” Geralt shrugs.

“She isn’t your mate?”

“N-No,” Geralt sputters, turning to stare at the nervous young Fae. “Why would you think that?”

“You smell like each other.”

“We spend a lot of time together,” Geralt shrugs again. “Good friends, that’s all.”

“Hmm,” Jaskier mimics his host for a second time. Rather effectively by the annoyed twitch at the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “Just wondering.”

“Anything else you’re curious about?”

“Why don’t you have more lights?”

“Huh?”

“Lights,” Jaskier gestures around the minimalistic layout of Geralt’s open-concept kitchen/living room and its distinctive lack of lamps. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans forward against the dark marble countertop. The pout has gone from 'slight' to 'full-bore' and Geralt is clinging desperately to his braincell with how cute it looks. “It’s no fun.”

“You really like lamps, don’t you?” the Witcher replies, mouth dry. Jaskier huffs and takes another sip of his hot chocolate, antennae flickering back and forth in irritation. Geralt bites his lip to hide a smile; it’s too fucking cute, which is an odd thought for a Witcher to have.

“So what if I do enjoy a nice lamp or five in my living space?” Jaskier argues. "I'm a Moth of taste."

“No matter,” Geralt laughs quietly. “Finish your drink before it gets cold.”

---

Jaskier stays with Geralt for a few weeks while his wing heals, and for a creature whose sole interest seems to be fancy light fixtures, the Fae becomes a source of light in Geralt's own world. They go to a nonhuman friendly second-hand store to find Jaskier some more clothes and Geralt discovers the cryptid's love for oddly patterned shirts in bright colors. Jaskier chooses several to fill out his closet, as well as a sweater two-sizes too large in deep black (Geralt tries his best not to attach any meaning to this choice), a few pairs of pants, and a jean jacket that he declares, "Can be altered."

They watch movies together and make food together - Jaskier is always incredibly impressed by the way the automatic coffee maker works, and how easily Geralt can control the flames of the stove. Jaskier also follows the Witcher along on less dangerous hunts and helps bandage him up after worse ones, always there with a smile and a little kiss over the cleaned-up wound.

“It really is magic,” Jaskier always insists, lips pink and shining from licking them as he concentrates. "It makes you heal faster."

Geralt realizes one night - two weeks into Jaskier’s stay, as he leans against the doorframe and watches the strange creature’s even breathing - that he has gone and done the stupidest thing a Witcher can do: fall in love with a pretty, temperamental young Fae. Head over fuckin’ heels, actually.

So he makes a decision.

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The next evening, after the dinner dishes have been cleaned and put away, Geralt herds Jaskier down the hall to the guest room. Those entrancing blue eyes blink up at him in obvious confusion. “Bedtime already?”

“No, not quite. I just- I made you… uh…”

“Do you have a surprise for me?” Jaskier asks, used to the Witcher's issues with verbalizing.

Geralt nods, relieved and thankful for the Fae’s steadfast understanding. “Do you want to cover your eyes or should I just open the door and show you?”

“I’ll close my eyes,” Jaskier smiles, covering his eyes with both hands. Geralt finds it adorable, as Jaskier always is, and allows himself a matching grin as he swings the door open. The ceiling light is off but Geralt has built a blanket fort at the center of the room and surrounded it with fairy lights of all colors and sizes. Inside the blanket fort is a mass of blankets and pillows; Jaskier has the odd habit of building nests - Geralt jokingly calls them cocoons - and sleeping in those on the floor instead of on the very comfortable mattress the Witcher has provided.

“Open them,” Geralt urges.

Jaskier pulls his hands away and Geralt watches as his pupils go huge and wide. Jaskier's face breaks out in the sunniest, most blindingly happy smile Geralt has ever seen. He turns and throws his arms around the Witcher, his wings fluttering behind him and his antennae twitching and flicking above his head. He tries desperately to speak but only manages a half-snuffled little “I’m-” before bursting into tears of joy.

Geralt just holds him, letting his arms fold carefully around Jaskier’s waist, just beneath his wings.

"I just wanted you to know that, if you wanted to stay, there would be room for you. Your room, if you want it."

"I do," Jaskier smiles, burying his face in the Witcher's neck. "I'd love to stay. I'd love nothing more than to spend my days going on adventures with you."

"Well then," Geralt gathers all of his courage and presses a soft kiss to the crown of Jaskier's head. He's met with happy spasms from the antennae so he does it again. And again. Moving from the top of the Fae's head to his cheeks and then his mouth - pretty and pink and pouting and so worth the trouble. "I suppose we can get started on our next adventure tomorrow."

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beifongsss · 4 years ago

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the boiling rock [zuko]

Pairing: Zuko x reader

Disclaimer!: The reader is Sokka and Katara’s older sister!

Requested?: Yes! By @thegirlwholikestomanythings: “ Hi! I have a Zuko x reader request if you don't mind. Maybe something like the reader being Katara and Sokka's older sister and Zuko having a big crush on her after he joins in S3?”

Summary: Sokka goes to break Hakoda out of The Boiling Rock and is shocked to find you there as well. He’s even more shocked when he figures out that Zuko’s a simp for you.

this is based off of the boiling rock episodes but there are a few changed made! there’s also like a pov change halfway i’m sorry. TIS A LONG ONE!!

.masterlist.

When Zuko defeated Combustion Man, Aang didn’t let him join the group until he gained approval from all of his friends.

“Toph, you're the one that Zuko burned. What do you think?”

The blind earthbender smirked, a sinister look on her face as she pounded her fist into her palm. “Go ahead and let him join. It'll give me plenty of time to get back at him for burning my feet.”

Satisfied with her answer, Aang turned to the Water Tribe boy. “Sokka?”

“Hey, all I want is to defeat the Fire Lord. If you think this is the way to do it, then, I'm all for it,” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall near him.

“Katara?” Aang asked uncertainly, noticing the stony look on the Water Tribe girl’s face.

“I'll go along with whatever you think is right,” she replied, glaring at Zuko.

“Great!” Aang said, ignoring Katara’s reaction. “Then that’s settled. Welcome to the group Zuko!”

Zuko paused slightly, looking around as he noticed the absence of the other Water Tribe girl he had always seen with the Gaang.

“Not that I’m complaining,” the prince said, a questioning look in his eyes. “But isn’t there someone else you should be asking? Where’s the other Water Tribe girl?”

The group went silent at Zuko’s words as Katara’s face hardened and Sokka looked away, a sad expression making it’s way onto his face.

“She’s gone,” Sokka said roughly as he began to storm off.

Katara reached out for his arm, grabbing onto him as he passed her. “Sokka, it wasn’t your fault.”

“Not my fault?” Sokka roared, stray tears escaping his eyes as he faced Katara. “It was my invasion plan Katara! I should’ve taken the fall. Not her!”

He shrugged her hand off before walking off deeper into the Air Temple. Katara sent Zuko another glare before hurrying after her brother, leaving him alone with Aang and Toph. Zuko glanced at Aang uneasily, not wanting to ask about what had happened. With a sigh, Aang sat down looking at Zuko expectantly.

The prince sat down across from Aang as Toph sat to his left, the usually loud-mouthed girl abnormally quiet.

“The other Water Tribe girl that would travel with us is (Y/N),” Aang explained quietly. “She’s Sokka and Katara’s older sister.”

Zuko nodded in response before speaking. “W-What happened to her?”

“She got captured by the Fire Nation on the Day of Black Sun,” Aang replied, looking down at his lap. “You know about the invasion right?”

Zuko nodded once more.

“Well it was Sokka’s invasion plan,” Aang continued. Zuko’s eyebrows rose up in surprise, going unnoticed by Aang. “He came up with it and (Y/N) and Hakoda, that’s their dad, fine tuned it. They thought of everything that could possibly go wrong and when the day came, Sokka was the one leading it.”

Aang’s face suddenly turned into one full of guilt. “I-It was actually my fault that she got captured. If I hadn’t gotten distracted by Azula, we could’ve gotten away before the eclipse was over. Instead, they caught up to us before we could get back to the beach. Hakoda told us all to leave on Appa and to take the youngest members of the group but (Y/N) didn’t fit because we had Teo, Haru, and The Duke with us. So she decided to stay behind and take the blame for the invasion so that they wouldn’t go out and look for us. She said that they’d believe her because she was traveling with the Avatar and because she was the daughter of the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe and she had a reason to want to attack the Fire Nation.”

Aang couldn’t stop the tear that slipped out. “I guess she was right because we weren’t followed after we escaped.”

“C’mon Twinkletoes,” Toph said, leaning back on her hands. “(Y/N) knew what she was getting into. She’s not dumb. She’s strong, smart, and patient. In fact, I’m willing to bet she’s making those Fire Nation guard’s lives hell.”

Zuko observed Toph as she spoke about the missing Water Tribe girl. “How are you so sure?”

“Please,” Toph scoffed, cracking her knuckles. “She’s the only idiot here that can beat me in a fight. She’ll be fine.”

“Oh,” Zuko said, slightly surprised. “Is she a waterbender too?”

“Nope,” Toph said. “That’s how I know she’s okay. She can beat me in a fight, and I’m the greatest earthbender in the world! I invented metalbending.”

Zuko’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Toph’s words. “She beat you without any bending?”

“She did,” Sokka’s voice rang out. The group (except Toph) turned around to find Sokka walking towards them. “Which is why we needed her here, not in prison. She shouldn’t be paying for my mistakes.”

Without another word Sokka climbed onto Appa, shooting Aang a look when the Air Nomad shot him a worried glance. “Don’t worry Aang. I’m just gonna clear my head. Yip yip.”

The conversation ended with Sokka’s departure and silently, Aang showed Zuko to his room.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Sokka asked, catching Zuko’s attention as he handed him a cup of tea. Zuko set down the tea and followed Sokka to where he was standing, softly petting Appa when he opened his eyes to look at them.

“So, what’s up?” Zuko asked, looking back over at the group before focusing on Sokka.

“If someone was captured by the Fire Nation, where would they be taken?” the Water Tribe boy asked, trying to look nonchalant. At Zuko’s suspicious look, he spoke again. “When the invasion plan failed, some of our troops were taken. I just want to know where they might be.”

“We both know this is about your sister, Sokka,” Zuko replied. “I can’t tell you.”

“What? Why not?” Sokka asked, mildly irritated.

“Trust me,” Zuko said, turning to leave. “Knowing will just make you feel worse.”

“It’s not just about (Y/N)!” Sokka hissed, causing Zuko to stop in his tracks. “It’s my dad. He was captured too. I need to know what I put them through.”

“It’s not good Sokka,” the prince replied, not meeting his eyes.

“Please.”

Sighing deeply, Zuko gave in. “My guess is, they were taken to The Boiling Rock.”

“What’s that?”

“The highest security prison in the Fire Nation,” Zuko ignored Sokka’s horrified look. “It's on an island in the middle of a boiling lake. It's inescapable.”

“So,” Sokka said, trying to appear indifferent. “Where is this place?”

“Why do you need to know?” Zuko asked, eyes narrowing. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing!” Sokka tried reassuring the prince. “Boy, you’re so paranoid.”

Zuko rolled his eyes before replying. “It's in the middle of a volcano between here and the Fire Nation. You guys actually flew right past it on your way here.”

“Thanks Zuko,” Sokka said before letting out a very fake yawn as he stretched. “Just knowing makes me feel better.”

“Sure it does,” Zuko scoffed, watching the Water Tribe boy walk away. Noticing that everyone was getting ready to go to bed, he stealthily climbed up onto Appa’s saddle, gently shushing the sky bison when he once again opened his eyes.

At this moment, Zuko sort of regretted joining Sokka on his journey. After having successfully convinced him to take his war balloon instead of Appa, the two boys found themselves existing in awkward silence.

“Pretty clouds,” Sokka spoke first, slightly startling Zuko.

“Yeah...fluffy,” the Fire Nation prince replied before focusing on the fire again. Sokka began whistling casually, drawing Zuko’s attention. “What?”

“What?” Sokka asked, the awkwardness between the two boys palpable. “Oh, I didn't say anything. You know, a friend of mine actually designed these war balloons.”

“No kidding,” Zuko said with slight surprise.

“Yep. A balloon...but for war,” came the other boy’s reply.

“If there's one thing my dad's good at, it's war.”

“Yeah, it seems to run in the family.”

“Hey, hold on,” Zuko said, slightly offended. “Not everyone in my family is like that.”

“I know, I know,” Sokka replied, hands raised in defense. “You’ve changed.”

“I meant my uncle. He was more of a father to me. And I really let him down.”

“I think your uncle would be proud of you,” Sokka said, looking at Zuko intently. “Leaving your home to come help us? That's hard.”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

“Really?” Sokka asked in disbelief. “You didn't leave behind anyone you cared about?”

“Well I did have a girlfriend,” Zuko replied, smiling slightly. “Mai.”

“That gloomy girl who sighs a lot?” Sokka asked, trying to hold back his smile.

“Yeah. Everyone in the Fire Nation thinks I'm a traitor. I couldn't drag her into it,” Zuko explained before hesitating slightly. “Besides, I didn’t truly like her. Trust me, I know that sounds bad. When we were kids we liked each other, but we’re not kids anymore and we’ve both changed and things just weren’t working out.”

Sokka nodded in understanding before crossing his arms. “My first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

Zuko paused for a few seconds, looking up at the moon and wondering if Sokka was being serious before turning to him. “That’s rough buddy.”

Silence ensued again, the scene almost relaxing if it weren’t for the fact that the two of them were heading for the most high-security prison in the Fire Nation.

“So,” Zuko broke the silence, looking at Sokka uncertainly. “What happens if we get there and (Y/N) isn’t there?

The question caught Sokka off guard, causing him to scowl. “She will be.”

“But,” Zuko pressed, trying to make the boy understand. “What if she isn’t?

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there,” Sokka replied, crossing his arms and looking away as he tried not to think about Zuko’s words.

“Why don’t you just wait until after Aang defeats my father to set everyone free?” Zuko asked softly. “You’d have a much better chance then.”

“You just don’t get it!” Sokka yelled, looking back at Zuko. “See you and your sister might not get along very well but (Y/N) is the most important person in my life. She was the one who took care of me and Katara after our mom died. She was the one who basically led our tribe after the men went off to fight. She always knew what to say and what to do. We need her Zuko. I need her, Katara needs her, Aang definitely needs her, heck even Toph needs her!”

Zuko stayed silent as he focused on the fire, giving Sokka a few minutes to calm down.

“You’re right Sokka,” he finally said. “I don’t get along with Azula. We’ll find her.”

Sokka didn’t reply, instead choosing to look up at the moon, hoping that he had made the right choice.

Soon enough, they had reached The Boiling Rock. Zuko followed after Sokka, a bit disgruntled at the fact that his war balloon had been destroyed. They had somehow managed to get guard uniforms and sneak into the prison, a feat Zuko found impressive considering that Sokka didn’t have a fully thought-out plan.

“I hope these disguises work,” Zuko hissed, shoving Sokka softly with his shoulder.

“We just need to lay low and find (Y/N) and my dad as soon as possible,” Sokka quietly replied, rubbing his shoulder. “Ow!”

“Guards!” another guard ran past Sokka and Zuko, causing them to flinch. “There’s a scuffle in the yard. Come on!”

The two boys exchanged looks before running after the guard, eventually coming to an open space where a guard was harassing a prisoner. The rest of the guards were trying to keep the other prisoners away from the confrontation. Sokka subtly tilted his head, motioning for Zuko to join the other guards. They split up slightly, trying to keep the crowd in control.

“I didn’t do anything,” the prisoner in the middle of the platform stated, walking away from the guard. “I’m going back to my cell.”

“Stop right there Chit Sang,” the guard said, sending a fire whip towards him. “I’ve had it with your unruly behavior.”

One of the prisoners Zuko was trying to hold back began to slip past him and he reached out to grab them. His eyes widened when he made eye contact with the girl, who then promptly proceeded to shove him off of her and onto the ground. Zuko stared at the girl, his heart speeding up slightly and his stomach lurching as she shot him a glare and marched right up to the guard who had created the fire whip.

“Leave him alone!” she growled, stepping in front of Chit Sang. The guard simply laughed before stepping forwards.

“What are you gonna do Water Tribe scum?”

Zuko flinched as Sokka swatted him, tilting his head towards the girl. “That’s her! That’s (Y/N)!”

Sokka grasped Zuko’s arm tightly, knowing that he couldn’t jump to his sister’s defense. The two of them watched in anticipation as the guard shot out a blast of fire, aiming it at you. Zuko’s eyes widened at the sight. You weren’t a bender, you were going to get burned.

His jaw dropped as you gracefully slid underneath the blast before coming up and swatting the guard’s hand away. When the guard tried to aim at you again, you swept your leg in a graceful arc, knocking him down. You were amazing.

“Cuff her!” the guard barked, embarrassment clear on his face as all the other prisoners cheered. Two of the other guards grabbed you roughly, cuffing your hands behind your back and shoving you roughly in front of the guard you had knocked down.

“You think you’re tough, don’t you?” the guard asked. You didn’t look at him.

“Look at me when I speak to you!” the guard screamed. The yard went silent as everyone waited to see what you would do. Slowly, you lifted your head and met the guard’s eyes. His face held a smug expression, which was soon wiped off when you leaned forward and spit in his face.

The yard went wild again, the guards struggling to keep the prisoners under control. The bully guard lunged forwards, gripping your face tightly in his hand. He stared you down for a few seconds before tossing you to the ground. Scowling, he turned to Sokka and Zuko, who seemed to be the only guards not busy at the moment. “You two! Take her to her cell.”

Sokka picked you up and Zuko led them inside, stealing glances at you as you walked. At one point Sokka caught his gaze, giving him a confused look before his eyes widened in realization. He looked between you and Zuko before glaring at the prince and shaking his head furiously. Zuko avoided his gaze after that. They found your cell quickly enough and Sokka softly pushed you in before stepping inside and pulling Zuko with him.

He took off your cuffs easily enough and you stepped away from him, rubbing your wrists gently.

“What do you want?” you snarled, eyes shifting from one guard to another.

“(Y/N)!” one of them cried out, moving towards you. You sidestepped quickly, grabbing his arm and shoving him up against the wall. He groaned in pain as you pulled his arm back.

“What do you want?” you hissed, not taking your eyes off of the other guard.

“(Y/N/N),” the one you were holding squeaked. “It’s me!”

Your eyes widened at the voice and you stepped back, still keeping your hand on the guard’s arm. “Sokka?”

Sokka used his free hand to take off his helmet, a large grin on his face as he turned to look at you. “Yes! It’s m-”

His words were cut off when you yanked on his arm, pulling him close to you as you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. Sokka melted into the hug, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he held tears back.

“Spirits,” you whispered, pulling back and looking at your baby brother. “Sokka what are you doing here? How did you get here?”

“Uh, we took my war balloon,” the other guard replied. You froze slightly at the familiar voice, turning to find Prince Zuko standing there, waving awkwardly.

“You,” you snarled, stomping up to the prince and pushing him up against the wall. You held your forearm against his throat, staring him down. Zuko didn’t do anything in return, a dazed smile on his face as he stared back at you.

“(Y/N) what are you doing?” Sokka yelped, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked away from Zuko, glancing at your brother in disbelief.

“What do you mean? Have you forgotten that he’s tracked us all over the world? Or that he’s tried to kill us? Multiple times!” you glanced at Zuko again, noticing that he was still smiling. “Why are you smiling at me? Sokka, why is he smiling at me?”

Sokka snorted softly, the scene in front of him reminding him of the first time Aang had met him and Katara. Shooting a tired look at Zuko, he gently pulled you away from the scarred prince. “I don’t know why he’s smiling at you but I do know that he’s part of the team now, so lay off okay?”

You looked at him in disbelief before whirling around and facing Sokka. “Alright but that still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“We’re here to break you out?” Sokka said, rubbing the back of his neck as he turned his gaze to the floor.

“Seriously?” you hissed, stepping closer to him and causing him to stumble back. “This couldn’t have waited until after Aang defeated Ozai?”

“I told you so,” Zuko mumbled, shooting a pointed look at Sokka.

“Stay out of this,” you whisper-yelled, pushing him back up against the wall with one hand. “You have to leave. Both of you.“

“Well you see,” Sokka said, chuckling slightly as he met your gaze. “We can’t exactly do that.”

“Yes you can,” you replied, grabbing Sokka and proceeding to push the two boys towards the door. “Just get back on your little war balloon and leave.”

Zuko and Sokka exchanged nervous glances at the mention of the war balloon, causing you to narrow your eyes at them.

“Don’t say it.”

“It popped!” Sokka squealed, bouncing away from you as he noticed your expression. “But we’ll get out of here, and you’re coming with us.”

You couldn’t help but facepalm at your brother’s words.

The guards had only released you from your cell when it was your turn to do the cleaning. You hadn’t heard from Sokka since he had left you, and you were worried that he had gotten caught. You were so distracted by your thoughts that you didn’t notice the other prisoner who was mopping, resulting in you bumping into them and falling down.

“I’m sorry,” the other prisoner said, extending a hand to help you up. You glanced up, making eye contact with Zuko. Your eyes widened almost comically and you grabbed his hand, simultaneously pulling yourself up and pulling him closer to you.

“Where is my brother?” you asked as you leaned in close, panic in your voice as you whispered in his ear. Zuko tried to ignore the blush on his cheeks as your close proximity, focusing on your question.

“He’s fine,” he whispered back. “It was just me who got caught.”

You let his hand go, stepping back and nodding subtly before going back to mopping. Zuko stayed close to you, pretending to be focused on his mopping as he stole glances at you. Feeling his gaze, you looked up and arched an eyebrow as you made eye contact. The prince flushed when he realized he had been caught, looking back down before speaking.

“I-I never introduced myself,” he spoke softly. “I’m Zuko.”

“I know,” you replied flatly, walking further away from him. Zuko stood awkwardly for a moment before inching closer to you again.

“So you’re (Y/N),” he spoke again. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You snorted at his words, your eyes not leaving the ground. “Yeah I’m sure it is.”

“You’re a really good fighter,” Zuko continued, still trying to make conversation. “Even back when I was still hunting the Avatar you were the one that I was most worried about holding off.”

“Good to know,” you said drily, finally looking up at Zuko. “Look, Sokka may trust you but I don’t, okay? First of all, you haven’t really done anything but cause trouble for us. Second of all, you actually brought my brother here. I appreciate the sentiment but I’m not exactly thrilled at the idea of my baby brother breaking into a Fire Nation prison.”

Zuko swallowed harshly, looking away. “I’m sorry. But he was really adamant about rescuing you and your dad and-”

“Wait,” you interrupted Zuko. “I’m the only Water Tribe member here. My dad is still being held somewhere in the Fire Nation capital.”

Zuko’s eyes widened briefly before he composed himself. “Oh. Alright then I guess that means we can leave as soon as Sokka comes back to meet us.”

The two of you continued to mop in silence before someone suddenly grabbed your upper arm, causing you to stiffen and causing Zuko to get into a defensive stance.

“Calm down, it’s just me.”

“You really have to stop doing that Sokka,” you hissed, yanking your arm away from him. “Zuko told me about why you’re here. I hope you know we can leave now. Dad isn’t here.”

Sokka’s face fell briefly before he forced a smile onto his face. “He may not be but guess who is? Suki! Why didn’t you tell me she was here (Y/N)?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you whispered. “Maybe because I was too busy freaking out about the fact that my kid brother and the Fire Nation prince broke into prison and don’t have a way to get out!”

“Shh!” Sokka hissed, putting his hand over your mouth. “Be quiet! And I’m not your ‘kid brother’, you’re only a year older than I am.”

Zuko stayed quiet as the two of you stared each other down before Sokka let out a yelp and took his hand off your mouth. “Did you just lick me?”

You didn’t reply, a smirk on your face as you crossed your arms. Zuko stifled a laugh at the scene in front of him, coughing quietly when you shot a look at him. The three of you stood still as a new voice interrupted.

“So, what’s the plan?” Suki stood near you, hiding in the shadows that the staircase provided. You exchanged a glance with Sokka, nodding in encouragement.

“So, listen, I think I have an escape plan,” Sokka began, a little nervous at being in charge of the escape plan. “I checked out the coolers again, and the point of them is to keep firebenders contained, right?”

“Yeah,” Zuko replied, unsure as to where this was going.

“So, they're completely insulated and sealed to keep the cold in. Well, to keep the cold in, it also has to keep the heat out, right?”

Zuko and Suki exchanged confused looks before looking over at you, only to see you smiling widely as you caught on.

“Just get to the point Sokka,” Suki said, glancing around nervously.

“It's a perfect boat for getting through the boiling water!” you said, eyes sparkling as you looked at Sokka proudly. Despite the situation, Zuko found himself smiling at the sight of your smile.

“Sokka,” you said, leaning in close to your brother while keeping your eyes on Zuko. “He’s doing it again.”

Sokka scowled and smacked Zuko’s head, causing the boy to straighten up and ignore Suki’s smirk. “The cooler as a boat? Are you sure?”

“I’m telling you, it’ll work,” Sokka said, giving them each a serious glance. “I walked around the perimeter. There's a blind spot between two guard towers. It's the perfect launching point. I already tested it out. We'll roll the cooler into the water and just float with the current. It'll take us straight across. As long as we don't make a sound, no one will notice. And bing-bang-boom, we're home free.”

“But how are you going to get the cooler out?” Suki asked, a worried frown on her face.

“Yeah. How are you gonna get the cooler out?”

The four of you turned as Chit Sang landed next to you, causing Sokka and Zuko to stutter as they tried to tell Chit Sang that they weren’t planning anything. You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to Chit Sang before speaking. “That’s easy, isn’t it? We just need to get a firebender into the cooler.”

Sokka and Zuko gaped at you, shocked that you had given them away.

“Calm down,” you scoffed, patting Chit Sang’s back. “Chit Sang and I go way back. He’s the one who made all the other firebenders leave me alone.”

Chit Sang nodded before turning back to the group. “Look I won’t tell the warden about your plan if you let me come along.”

Sokka stared at you intently, the two of you having a silent conversation before turning back to the group. “Fine! But we need to get someone into the cooler.”

Sokka handed Zuko a wrench. “Here. You’re going to unbolt the cooler, from the inside.”

Zuko looked back at Sokka, confused. “How am I going to get in there?”

You grinned widely, patting Zuko’s chest as you walked past him. “I got this. Follow my lead.”

You picked up your mop, motioning for Zuko to do the same. You began mopping, casually walking around as you kept Zuko in your periphery. The prince didn’t dare look at you so he was caught by surprise when you bumped into him from behind.

“Hey!” you snapped, turning around and glaring at him. “Watch where you’re going.”

Zuko froze for a split second before realizing this was your plan. “You’re the one who bumped into me. How about you watch where you’re going?”

A smile played at the corner of your lips as you stared each other down. Zuko noticed and felt his cheeks grow warm as he tried to hold back a smile of his own. The two of you stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other until Sokka coughed loudly.

Tearing your eyes away from the prince, you lunged at him. He easily dodged your swing before throwing a halfhearted punch back at you. You rolled your eyes as you kicked at him, losing your balance slightly as he swatted your leg away. You recovered quickly and threw another punch, a soft gasp leaving your mouth when he grasped your wrist and twirled you around, your back pressed against his chest as his arm held you tightly in place.

You struggled for a moment, sighing in defeat when you realized just how strong he was. You tilted your head back slightly, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered into it. “You have to firebend at me Zuko.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he mumbled back, causing you to roll your eyes again.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself,” you replied. With a grunt, you elbowed him in the stomach. He let out a soft ‘oof’ and you took that chance to break out of his hold. You dropped down and spun, your leg outstretched as you tried to knock him down. He jumped over your leg easily before shooting out a blast of fire at you. He held his breath for a second, sighing in relief as he noticed you roll out of the way.

“No firebending!” a guard shouted, roughly grabbing Zuko from behind. You sent him a soft smile, receiving a smirk in return. As he was led away, Suki came up to you, a big smile on her face.

“So,” she said, her tone teasing. “What was that?”

“Yeah (Y/N),” Sokka said, crossing his arms as he came up to you. “What was that?”

You rolled your eyes before walking past the two of them. “It was a fight.”

“That’s not what it looked like from my point of view,” Suki called out after you, causing Sokka to send a glare at her. You simply chuckled at her words.

“(Y/N)?”

You stood up from the floor of your cell, looking at Sokka as he stood outside your cell. “Yeah?”

“It’s time.”

Sokka opened your cell and threw you a guard’s uniform before quickly closing the door and allowing you to change. When you were done, you knocked on the door three times, fixing your helmet as you waited for him to open the door.

Together, the two of you made your way towards the cooler, trying to avoid any guards on your way.

You opened the door to the cooler, a small frown making its way onto your face when you noticed that Zuko was shivering.

“I can take you back to your cell if you’ve learned your lesson,” Sokka said, looking way too smug. You rolled our eyes and focused on Zuko as he looked up at the two of you. His eyes met yours as he let out a breath of fire, his shivering stopping completely. He sent you a cocky smirk and you ignored the flopping you felt in your stomach at the sight of it. (A/N: y’all know what smirk i’m talkin bout)

“Yes I have,” he breathed, showing you both all the bolts and screws he had removed. “Completely.”

“I got Suki and Chit Sang out of their cells a few minutes ago,” Sokka whispered. “They'll be waiting for us at the shore.”

“Someone’s coming!” you whisper yelled, letting out a small yelp when you were pulled into the cooler. The three of you barely fit into the cooler but that didn’t make it any less cold. Even though you had grown up in the South Pole, you found yourself shivering at the temperature, your breath coming out in icy clouds.

Zuko glanced down at you, a frown appearing on his face as he noticed you shivering. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in close as your expression changed into a bewildered one. You opened your mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when you realized just how warm he was. Sokka, unfortunately, didn’t stay quiet at the scene playing out in front of him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he screeched quietly, trying to pry the two of you apart. You quickly pushed him away.

“Sokka, shut up,” you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Zuko, your teeth still chattering. “He’s warm and I’m freezing.”

Sokka’s jaw dropped as you casually buried your face into Zuko’s chest, a content sigh escaping you as you got warmer by the second. Sokka stayed quiet as the voices outside got closer, instead miming a throat slitting motion as he stared Zuko down, causing the prince to swallow harshly.

“...Yeah. new arrivals coming in at dawn,” a male voice sounded, catching your attention.

“Anybody interesting?” a female voice asked in reply.

“Nah, just the usual. Some robbers, a couple traitors, some war prisoners,” you and Sokka exchanged a disbelieving look. “Though I did hear there might be a pirate.”

“No fooling!”

The voices faded as they walked away and you all took that chance to leave the cooler.

“War prisoners,” Zuko stated, his eyes not leaving Sokka’s. “Could be your father.”

“I know.”

“Well, what should we do?” Zuko asked. “Are we going ahead with the plan or are we waiting another night?”

“I don't know!” Sokka cried out, looking distraught. “Is it right for me to risk Suki and (Y/N)’s freedom, all of our freedom, on the slim chance that my dad is gonna show up?”

You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say.

“It’s your call Sokka,” Zuko finally said, trying to let the other boy know he was there for him.

Sokka thought about it for a moment, eyes focused on the ground. After a few seconds he looked up and scowled, crossing his arms as he glared at you. “You can let go of him now (Y/N).”

A bright blush erupted on your cheeks as you looked at Zuko, an embarrassed expression spreading across your face as you realized you were still holding onto each other. You stepped away from him quickly, clearing your throat as you did so.

The three of you had somehow managed to get the cooler down to the shore, not that it mattered considering the fact that Chit Sang had just taken your only means of escape. It wasn’t his fault really; it was you and Sokka who had been extremely hesitant to leave, not wanting to risk the chance of your dad being on the gondola the next morning.

Suki and Zuko had stayed behind with you, the four of you waiting in the blind spot for the gondola to arrive. It had almost been light out when alarms were set off, causing all of you to whip your heads to where the cooler had been floating off.

“The plan failed!” Sokka said sadly. “They got caught.”

“I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t go along with them huh?” you said, earning a dull look from your brother.

“The gondola's moving,” Sokka said suddenly, grasping your hand. “This is it. If my dad's not there, we've risked everything for nothing.”

“We had to,” you whispered back, squeezing his hand. The four of you now stood in the yard as you waited in anticipation, looking up as the gondola doors opened.

“Is that him?” Zuko asked as the first prisoner got out.

“My dad doesn’t have a nose ring!” both you and Sokka exclaimed, looking at the prince weirdly. More men came off the gondola, both you and Sokka shaking with anxiety as you kept an eye out for Hakoda.

“Where is he?” Sokka asked as the last man stepped off. “Is that it? That can’t be it.”

“I’m sorry,” Suki whispered, rubbing both of your backs.

“Hey you!” the guard called out, drawing your attention. “Get off the gondola.”

You waited with bated breath for the last person to emerge, your hand tightening around Sokka’s and causing him to wince. Your eyes widened as you watched the final prisoner get off, dark jaw-length hair surrounding a face that held tired blue eyes. You immediately turned to Sokka, tears threatening to spill.

“Sokka,” you whispered. “It’s dad.”

You had been pacing back and forth worriedly ever since Sokka had gone to join the other guards and quite frankly, both Suki and Zuko were tired of it.

“Please just stand still (Y/N),” Suki said, gently reaching out and grabbing you. “If something was wrong, we would’ve heard it already. Your brother isn’t exactly the quietest.”

You nodded in agreement and sat down, nervously biting your lip as you waited for Sokka to return. You barely flinched as Zuko sat next to you, Suki giving him a knowing glance as she wandered off slowly.

“Look,” he began, staring straight ahead. “I know you don’t like me, but I need to tell you this okay? As much as you can’t help but worry, you shouldn’t. Sokka’s smart and he knows what he’s doing...sort of.”

He chuckled at the halfhearted glare you directed at him. “I’m kidding. But really, Sokka’s smart and brave and he was so set on coming up here and breaking you out and I know he’s going to do it because he has heart. Plus he has you helping him out. So stop worrying so much okay? Also, never repeat any of what I just said to him”

You snorted at Zuko’s words before bumping his shoulder with your. “Thanks Zuko. You know what? Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought.”

The prince’s eyes widened in shock and he smiled down at you, blushing slightly when you smiled back. Your moment was ruined when Sokka came sprinting back, causing Suki to join you as well.

“(Y/N), c’mon! I found him,” Sokka exclaimed. Without another word, he grabbed your arm and dragged you away from the group. A wide smile was on his face and you felt yourself smile as well when you came to a stop in front of a cell.

Sokka slid the door open, looking around before ducking inside and draging you with him. “Thank goodness you’re okay!”

“Oh you’ll see just how ‘okay’ I am,” Hakoda replied, swinging at what he believed to be a guard. You stepped in front of Sokka before pushing Hakoda’s arm out of the way, ducking under it and pushing him softly before pulling Sokka out of the way.

Hakoda’s eyes widened at the familiar movements,searching the faces of the two guards standing before him. “Sokka? (Y/N)?”

"Dad!” you cried out in unison with Sokka, the two of you removing your masks as you smiled at Hakoda. His eyes filled with tears as he brought you into a hug and you couldn’t help but let a few tears slip as well.

“Where’s Katara? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine dad,” you said, tightening your hold on Hakoda. “She’s not here.”

“Where’s Bato?” Sokka asked, pulling away. “Where’s everyone else from the invasion?”

“The others are being held at a prison near the Fire Nation palace,” Hakoda replied. “They sent me here because I kept being difficult after they singled (Y/N) out as the leader and sent her here. But before I left, I met some young women who said they knew you. The...Oshinama Fighters? ”

“You mean the Kyoshi Warriors?” you asked.

“That’s right.”

“Their leader Suki is here,” Sokka said, a blush visible on his face. “She’s gonna escape with us too!”

“Good. We'll need all the help we can get.”

“And you know Prince Zuko?” Sokka asked, getting excited at the thought of finally leaving.

“The son of the Fire Lord?” Hakoda asked hesitantly. “I don't know him, but I know of him.”

"Well he’s here too!” Sokka exclaimed.

“That sounds like a major problem,” Hakoda replied, crossing his arms as his face hardened.

“Actually,” Sokka said, smiling nervously. “He’s on our side now.”

Hakoda shot him a disbelieving look, causing you to step in.

“I had the same reaction dad,” you said, putting a hand on Hakoda’s shoulder. “But he really has changed. He came here with Soka to break me out. He’s been a big help.”

Hakoda’s face softened at your words. You had always been a good judge of character, so if you approved of the prince, then he did too. “So, do you have a plan?”

“We had one,” Sokka said, looking down sadly. “But some of the other prisoners got involved and ruined it. I dunno if there's another way off this island.”

“Sokka, there's no prison in the world that can hold three Water Tribe geniuses.”

“Then I guess we’d better find two more to help me plan something,” you teased, making Hakoda laugh and earning a dull look from Sokka.

You sprinted towards the yard, having been distracted by another guard for a few minutes before all the prisoners had been let out. When you reached your dad, Suki, and Sokka, you were surprised to see Chit Sang speaking with them.

“Hey you! You're lucky I didn't rat you out,” Chit Sang said, staring Sokka down. “But my generosity comes with a price. I know you're planning another escape attempt, and I want in.”

You nodded at Sokka, telling him to go along with it. He sighed softly before facing Chit Sang. “Actually, we're trying to escape right now, but we need a riot. You wouldn't happen to know how to start one, would you?”

“You seriously couldn’t start a prison riot?” you asked in disbelief, looking at the three of them in disappointment. “C’mon Chit Sang, let’s show them how it’s done.”

The two of you stepped forwards, Chit Sang picking up another prisoner as you strutted up to one of them.

“Hey everybody!” you yelled, the yard going quiet as you spoke. Without hesitation, you punched the prisoner closest to you. “Riot!”

The yard exploded into chaos as people began fighting and throwing stuff around. You quickly fought off the prisoner that you had punched before returning to your friends.

“Impressive,” Hakoda said, looking around at all the chaos.

You turned and swung as you felt someone bump into you, the person letting out a loud grunt as your fist met their face. Your jaw dropped as your eyes met piercing gold ones, your hands coming up to your face in slight horror as you realized that you had just punched Zuko.

“Yep,” he said, clutching his face. “I probably deserved that after everything I’ve done to you.”

“I’m so sorry,” you choked out in between giggles, earning a smile from the prince.

“Zuko! Good, we’re all here,” Sokka said, drawing you all into a huddle. “Now all we need to do is grab the warden, and get to the gondolas!”

“And how do we do that?” Zuko asked.

Sokka hesitated for a few seconds. “I’m not sure.”

Zuko groaned, throwing his hands up in frustration. “I thought you thought this through!”

“I thought you told me it's okay not to think everything through”

“Maybe not everything, but this is kind of important!” Zuko cried out.

“Hey fella,” Chit Sang interrupted, tapping Zuko’s shoulder before pointing at you. “I think your girlfriend’s taking care of it.”

“You’re dating my daughter?” Hakoda asked, glaring at Zuko.

“W-What? No!” Zuko cried out, slightly fearful of the Water Tribe Chief.

“Damn right you’re not,“ Sokka said, crossing his arms before Chit Sang spun him around.

“Your girlfriend too buddy.”

All four males went silent as they observed both you and Suki. You swiftly made your way up the tower, effortlessly taking guards down as you inched towards the warden. Suki took a stance at the base of the tower, fighting off any other guards who attempted to rush to the warden’s rescue. She was a truly impressive sight, her training as a Kyoshi Warrior shining through as she took down every guard that came at her effortlessly. Sokka stood a few yards away, awestruck at the sight in front of him.

Meanwhile, you had successfully made your way up to the top of the tower. You made quick work of the remaining guards before finally facing the warden.

“You wouldn’t dare,” he snarled, getting into a defensive position.

“Watch me,” you quipped, lunging at him. You avoided his punch, grabbing his wrist and spinning him around before shoving him up against the railing. You grabbed his sash, tying his hands before knocking him down and making sure he was tied securely before smiling over at your dad. “You’re my prisoner now warden.”

Down in the yard, Hakoda, Zuko, and Chit Sang all stared at you in awe, Sokka still focused on Suki.

“That’s my girl,” Hakoda stated, a proud look on his face as he looked up at you.

“Do you think she’d want to be my girl?” Zuko muttered dazedly, unintentionally speaking louder than he meant to. When he realized what he had said, he looked up in embarrassment, being met with an amused glance from Chit Sang, a harsh scowl from Hakoda, and a sharp slap from Sokka.

“Shut up!” Sokka hissed before grabbing Zuko’s arm and rushing to join you and Suki.

You all ran to the gondola, making sure that the warden was still tied up as you dragged him with you.

“We’re almost there!” Suki cried out.

“Spoke too soon,” you groaned as a group of guards came across your path, immediately sending two blasts of fire at you. You yelped as Zuko pulled you out of the way before stepping in front of you and dissipating the blasts. He sent a series of blasts back at them before grabbing the warden from you.

“Back off! We've got the warden!“ he shouted, successfully stopping the guards. When they didn’t make any movements he grabbed your hand and tugged you along. “Let's go”

Suki was the first to make it to the gondola, holding the door open for everyone else. “Everyone in!”

You all clambered on and you glanced around, realizing that someone was missing.

“Zuko!” you yelled, looking back at the prince. He started the gondola and you felt yourself panic as the guards closed in on him. “What are you doing? Hurry up!”

“I’m making it so that they can’t stop us!” With a few kicks, Zuko managed to break the lever that controlled the gondola before sprinting towards you. You leaned out of the door slightly, watching him in anticipation.

“C’mon Zuko,” you whispered to yourself, biting your lip as the gondola left the platform, now hanging freely. Zuko sped up and jumped, his feet landing on the edge of the gondola. He wobbled for a bit before you grasped his arm, fully pulling him into the gondola and into your arms. Zuko looked at you in confusion before wrapping his arms around you as well.

“Are you sure they’re not dating?” Hakoda asked, his voice quiet as he addressed Sokka. Sokka sent Zuko a menacing glare, the scarred prince gulping and loosening his hold on you when he noticed.

“What were you thinking?” you cried out, finally pulling away from Zuko and slapping his head.

“Ow!” Zuko hissed, rubbing the spot you had hit. “I was thinking ‘let me get rid of this lever real quick so that they don’t catch us’.”

“You could’ve gotten captured!” you yelled at him, taking a step towards him.

“Way to think ahead,” Sokka commented, saving Zuko from another slap.

“We’re finally on our way.” Suki sighed, sharing a soft smile with Sokka.

“Wait,” Hakoda said, leaning out of the window. “Who’s that?”

You leaned out of the window on the other side of the gondola, resisting the urge to blush as you felt Zuko’s chest press up against your back as he tried to get a good look at the platform.

“That’s a problem,” Zuko groaned. “It’s my sister and her friend.”

“This is a rematch I’ve been waiting for,” Suki growled, cracking her knuckles.

“Get in line,” you scoffed, your eyes narrowing as you watched the princess approach. You climbed out of the gondola and onto the roof, being followed by Sokka, Suki, and Zuko.

Suki and Sokka turned to face Ty Lee as she landed onto the roof gracefully, quickly becoming preoccupied with the chi-blocker. You carefully observed Azula as she landed a few feet away from you, staring you down as she stalked closer.

“Well, well, well,” she spoke, her voice taunting. “If it isn’t the Water Tribe scum.”

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Zuko barked, stepping slightly in front of you.

“Aww, does Zuzu have a little crush?” Azula teased, pouting as she shifted her gaze to Zuko. “Snap out of it Zuko. We raided her village multiple times. She’ll never see you as anything other than a monster.”

“Still not over what your mother used to say about you huh?” you shot back, missing the hurt look in Azula’s eyes as she shot lightning at you. You swiftly dodged the blast and ran at her, sliding onto the ground when she let out another blast.

Zuko watched as you stood up, landing a solid hit on his sister before bouncing back and dodging the hit she sent your way. He tried to find an opening to attack Azula but eventually gave up for fear of hurting you. Instead he chose to jump into the fight and wipe out the blasts Azula kept sending at you, even if you were expertly dodging them.

Azula soon grew tired of the fight, and knowing that she couldn’t beat you in the moment decided to send a blast of fire at Zuko. She caught him off guard and although he managed to wipe out the blast, he ended up tumbling back and landing dangerously close to the gondola’s edge.

“Zuko!” you yelled, momentarily distracted from the fight. Azula took this chance to kick you down, punching you before kicking you once more when you tried to scramble to your feet. You were sent stumbling against the metal handle that attached the gondola to the cable, gasping in pain as you crashed against it. She grinned widely when your head hit the metal.

You blew your hair out of your face, wincing as you reached up to touch the sore spot on your head and sighing when you noticed the blood on your fingertips.

“You have nowhere to go,” Azula stated, stalking towards you. Blue fire danced at her fingertips, her eyes hungry with anticipation as you struggled to stand. “Such a shame, you could’ve been a great asset to me.”

“I would rather die than join you,” you shot back, finally managing to stand up.

“Fine,” Azula spat, the fire growing as she narrowed her eyes. “Have it your way.”

You closed your eyes and braced yourself, knowing that you were in no shape to block her attack. You felt the heat approaching before it disappeared. Opening your eyes, you gasped softly as you saw Zuko standing in front of you. He sent blasts of fire back at Azula before the gondola swung dangerously, sending them both stumbling.

“They’re about to cut the line!” Ty Lee shouted at Azula.

“Then it’s time to leave,” the princess smirked. “Goodbye Zuko.”

Azula blasted away as Ty Lee backflipped gracefully onto the other gondola. Zuko glared at Azula briefly before rushing to your side, reaching down and gently picking you up.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his face twisting with concern as you stumbled.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “Just peachy.”

You tried to walk on your own only to stumble once more and fall right into Zuko’s arms. You shook your head slightly, trying to walk off once more.

“(Y/N), stop,” Zuko said, scooping your legs up and fully carrying you.

“P-Put me down!” you yelled, drawing Sokka and Suki’s attention.

“Hey! Put her down,” Sokka cried, rushing over to your side. He was stopped when the gondola swayed again.

“Stop struggling,” Zuko hissed, tightening his grip on you. “You can’t walk without stumbling. You probably have a concussion.”

You pouted but stayed silent, knowing that the prince was right. Carefully, he made his way over to the edge of the gondola, noticing that Hakoda was leaning out of the window. Carefully, he handed you down to him, making sure that you were safely inside before swinging himself in as well. Sokka and Suki quickly followed.

“They’re cutting the line,” Zuko stated, exchanging glances with everyone else. “The gondola’s about to go!”

“I hope this thing floats,” Hakoda said, fussing over your head wound as you tried to push him away.

“Hey!” you suddenly cried as the gondola began to move. You glanced out the window. “Who’s that?”

“That’s Mai!” Zuko exclaimed, his eyebrows furrowing as he observed her fighting with the guards.

The gondola made it to the other side without any other mishaps. When you got there, Zuko carefully picked you up once again, making his way out of the gondola. Sokka kept his gaze on him, only looking away when he felt Suki grab his hand. She shook her head at him before looking at you and Zuko. “Calm down. There are worse people she could be with.”

Sokka rolled his eyes at her words before trailing after Zuko, a barely visible smile appearing on his face as he noticed how Zuko was fussing over you as well. Hakoda and Chit Sang tossed the warden back into the gondola before joining the group. They all walked for a while before Zuko paused, standing on the cliff that was overlooking the rest of the volcano.

“What’s wrong Zuko?” you asked quietly, your eyes not leaving his face as he scanned the landscape in front of him. At this point, everyone else had backtracked to where you were standing.

“My sister was on that island,” was his only response.

“Yeah, and she's probably right behind us, so let's not stop!” Sokka said, trying to convince Zuko to keep moving.

“What I mean is she must have come here somehow,” he replied, his eyes still looking around.

“There!” you exclaimed, pointing at a large airship. “That's our way out of here!“

The six of you all managed to make it to the airship quickly enough and Zuko quickly lit the fire and guided it away from The Boiling Rock. The atmosphere was lively as everyone tried to catch up with each other, the excitement from the day eventually leaving everyone as the sun began setting. One by one, everyone fell asleep until it was just you and Zuko awake.

You had been looking around the ship, smirking in victory when you found a first aid kit. Silently you wandered out to where Zuko was, trying not to startle him.

“Long night?” you asked, leaning on the wall next to him.

“Someone has to keep the fire going,” he retorted, a faint smile present on his handsome face.

“Can you help me?” you asked quietly, meeting his eyes as he turned to face you. He nodded and you handed him the first aid kit before sitting down in front of him. You flinched slightly as his hand grabbed your jaw, closing your eyes as you reveled in his touch, remaining oblivious to the way his heart was racing at the close proximity. His touch was feather light in comparison to the guard who had grasped your jaw in a similar way back at the Boiling Rock. You snorted softly as you recalled the incident that had taken place a mere day ago; it seemed like it had happened ages ago.

“I’m sorry,” Zuko whispered, tilting your head to get better access to the cut on your head.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t hurt,” you murmured back, eyes still closed.

“Not about that,” Zuko replied, cleaning the wound as best as he could with the supplies you had given him. You hissed softly as he tried to place the bandage on, breathing deeply to try and ignore the pain. “I’m sorry about everything. I’m sorry for hunting the Avatar down and chasing you all around the world. I’m sorry about your mother. I’m sorry for the raids that tore your village apart. I’m sorry that I kept causing you harm even when I had the chance to do good.”

You opened your eyes at his words, reaching up and gently grabbing his hand to bring his attention to you. He could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat. You stared at him in silence, his golden eyes never leaving yours even as he fidgeted uncomfortably under your gaze. Your face softened as you realized just how full of guilt Zuko really was, your heart aching as you realized that you couldn’t spend any more time hating him. Not when he had already done so much to try and make up for his mistakes.

“No Zuko,” you finally spoke, guiding him to take a seat in front of you. “I’m sorry for being so harsh towards you. You did more than enough to prove that you aren’t the same bratty prince you were when we first met but I wasn’t willing to look past the fact that you were once our enemy. You left the Fire Nation to help Aang and I can’t imagine how hard that was-”

“Trust me,” Zuko interjected, laughing humorlessly. “It wasn’t that hard. My father and sister are horrible people.”

“Still,” you said, leaning in a bit. “They’re your family. Betraying your family isn’t easy, even if you don’t get along with them.”

Silence ensued as Zuko stood up and carefully finished bandaging your cut. He took his seat in front of you once more, watching the fire as you watched him.

“What?” Zuko asked, his cheeks heating up he realized that you were still staring at him.

“Thank you Zuko,” you stated, finally looking away from the golden-eyed boy.

“Don’t thank me,” Zuko replied. “It was Sokka’s idea to break you out.”

“I mean for saving me from Azula,” you whispered, looking back up at him. “She really had me backed into a corner.”

“I wasn’t going to let her hurt you,” Zuko stated, staring into your eyes. “Sokka would’ve killed me if we came all this way just to lose you to her.”

You giggled at his words, causing him to smirk in satisfaction as he realized that he had made you laugh. “He would’ve, wouldn’t he?”

There was another silence before you spoke up again. “In all seriousness, thank you. I never thought that I’d be calling Prince Zuko my hero.”

Zuko gulped as he realized just how close the two of you were. Neither of you made a move to back away and you flushed when you caught yourself glancing at the prince’s lips.

You blushed harder when you realized he had caught you in the act.

“Zuko,” you whispered, squeaking softly when said boy leaned forwards and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and hesitant, with both of you holding your breath as you realized you were kissing each other.

Pulling away, Zuko’s eyes widened. “Oh spirits. I-I’m sorry. I can’t believe I just did th-”

You cut Zuko’s apology off with another kiss, this one a little less awkward. His hand came up and grabbed your waist, pulling you a little closer as his other hand cupped your cheek. Your hand came up to grab his forearm, your brain trying to comprehend the fact that you were kissing Zuko and wondering how in the world he was such a good kisser.

“I thought you said you weren’t dating my daughter.”

The two of you flew apart as you heard Hakoda’s voice.

“D-Dad!” you exclaimed. “We weren’t- I wasn’t-”

Hakoda held up a hand to stop your stuttering. “It doesn’t matter. He risked his life to help your brother break you out of prison which means he’s good in my books. Just please don’t kiss in front of me. And maybe don’t let Sokka find out about this just yet. Good night.”

You turned to Zuko in embarrassment as Hakoda walked away, making eye contact with him before the two of you dissolved into laughter.

“Well that’s one way to get the parent’s approval,” you muttered, smiling at Zuko as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him.

The two of you spent the rest of the night awake, talking about everything and nothing, stargazing as Zuko kept the flame alive.

“You know, I used to know the moon spirit when she was alive,” you said smugly, glancing up at Zuko as he smiled widely at you.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah! In fact, she was Sokka’s first girlfriend.”

Zuko smiled and pressed another kiss to your lips, smiling softly when he felt your hand come up to his chest.

And in that moment, Zuko knew he had made the right decision by deciding to join the Avatar. After all, if he hadn’t then why would the universe have chosen to reward him with something as amazing as you.

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villain-enthusiast · 3 years ago

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Prompt: (villain caretaker)

[the sidekicks “mask” was just a paper bag with eyeholes. It was just now that the villain who captured her noticed she didn’t even have shoes on. He found her on the floor unconscious while storming the hero’s base, and stopped his hunt to inspect her injuries. “I didn’t do this, and neither did my people”. She was in one of the guest rooms in his compound now. Finally awake, but shaking like a leaf.]

(Sry it’s so long)

for convenience, i’ll be referring to hero’s sidekick as just “sidekick”.

Villain, to say the least, was more concerned than angry.

He knew that Hero had something to do with the state Sidekick was in. The sorry excuse for a mask, ripped clothes, no shoes. That was not the doing of Villain’s team.

When Villain arrived at the bedroom he’d relocated Sidekick to, the poor kid was shivering despite the blankets draped around her shoulders. She stared up with wide eyes at Villain, who closed the door behind him with a gentle click.

“Hello Sidekick,” Villain ventured cautiously, keeping his distance. “Did my maids get you some new clothes and wash you up?”

Sidekick’s throat bobbed as she nodded, hugging the blankets closer to her.

Villain cleared his throat. “Are…are you cold? We can turn up the heater or something if you need…”

“Wh-where is H-Hero?” Sidekick suddenly blurted, her voice too raspy for Villain’s liking.

“They’re not here.”

That seemed to calm Sidekick down a little, further confirming Villain’s suspicions about what was going on behind the scenes. He took a few steps closer to the child, and when she didn’t cringe away, took another couple.

“Sidekick,” Villain said, taking a seat by her bed. “Can you tell me why you don’t want to see Hero?”

Sidekick bit her lip, fiddled with the creases in the bedsheets, rubbed her nose—all gestures that showed an obvious nervousness.

Villain waited patiently.

Her eyes darted around the room once before she began to talk. “They…they aren’t v-very nice.”

To a child? Why wouldn’t they…

“They think I’m too small t-to be a Side…Sidekick. So they l-like to keep me away from a l-lot of things.”

A flash of rage ripped through Villain, but he controlled it, keeping a gentle expression on. “Like what, exactly?”

Sidekick curled in on herself. “Like, um, food…and c-clothes…they said that if I didn’t com…complain I’d be a better part of their team.”

Villain stared at her in disbelief.

That. Motherfucker.

“And they call themselves a damn Hero,” Villain muttered under their breath.

“Are…are you sure they’re not h-here?” Sidekick said again, breaking through his thoughts.

This poor girl. “Yes, yes Sidekick, I’m a hundred percent sure that they’re not here. You’re safe with me.”

Sidekick flashed a feeble smile, and although she tried to hide it, Villain saw it clearly enough to know it was for him.

“Sidekick, now that we’re good…friends, can you tell me a little more about Hero’s base?”

Sidekick had blinked at him in surprise when he said “friends”, but at least she didn’t deny it. And she had stopped shaking like she was about to implode. Progress was progress.

“They’re…um…kinda mean to everyone when someone tells them something they don’t like. Sometimes it’s…it’s like a mission? Or they broke something? Hero likes it when people follow rules.”

Oh, was Villain familiar with that one. There was a reason why Hero was clashing with him constantly, and it was normally a result of his bank robberies, vandalism, and all those other crimes he pulled in the past year or so.

“I’ll tell you what, Sidekick.” Villain clasped his hands together. “You don’t have to go back to Hero.”

Sidekick practically beamed. “I don’t?”

“No, but in return you have to work. For me.”

“Oh.” Sidekick furrowed her brow, and then it set in. “Oh.”

Villain knew this was going to happen. He reached into the drawer beside him and brought out a new black mask, threaded with blue and gold along the edges. A vast improvement from the paper bag she was wearing earlier.

“I…I can have that?” Sidekick said after a moment of stunned silence.

Villain nodded. “And this room, and the food downstairs, and all the clothes you could ever want. No need to ask me. Just tell the maids and they’ll get everything prepared for you.”

Sidekick stared at him in a fascinated awe. Villain’s heart could not help but ache for her, and for all the things she could now have under his custody.

When her tiny hand grabbed the new mask from his palm, he knew—god he knew—that under his watch, she would never hurt again.

But Hero would.

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just--another--daydreamer · 4 years ago

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» Izuku Midoriya x male reader

» Angst with some fluff » Requested (by anon): I need a fix of desperate, angsty fluff with Izuku. Maybe his hero bf recklessly goes after a villain alone and gets captured, so Pro-hero Deku has to rush to his rescue, scared of what he might find. » Warnings: mentions of religion at the beginning; dissociation; anxiety; overthinking; smoking; emetophobia; descriptions of blood & gore; mentions of death » Words: ~3.5k

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Midoriya had never been one to pray to any gods for a wish. To him, it often felt selfish – after all, there were people who needed help more desperately than he did and they should receive it first. Even during his darkest moments, he had never even thought about praying, he had always known that he could rely on his own strength as well as his friends.

However, this time, his hands trembled as he put them together in a manner meant for praying. With his eyes closed and head lowered, Midoriya tried to think of a way to phrase his prayer but no right wording would come to his mind – in the end, he only stared at the dark behind his closed eyelids, incomprehensible thoughts filling his mind.

“Izuku.” A firm grip on his shoulder pulled Midoriya from his thoughts. It caught him off-guard, and he almost prepared himself for an attack before he recognized the person who stood before the bench Midoriya sat on. “Oh Shouto, it’s you!” Midoriya sighed in relief at the sight of his friend. “I’m sorry if I scared you, but the meeting should start very soon, and I didn’t want to miss the chance to talk to you before the others are here.” They were still the only ones in the bright yet depressing hallway of the hero agency that Deku currently worked at, and after taking a quick look at his watch, Midoriya figured that it would still take the other heroes a few minutes to get there. “Sure, what is it?” The light smile that had adorned Todoroki’s lips from when he had just greeted Midoriya vanished again and was replaced by a deep, concerned frown.

“I don’t think you should be leading this mission, Izuku, but someone else should do it,” Todoroki’s voice sounded just as concerned as he looked. “To be frank I would not even want you to participate in this rescue at all, but I don’t think that I could ever stop you from that.” Midoriya took a moment to think about his fellow pro hero’s words. It had already taken him all the self-control he had to not immediately run after you to save you, so he had to be on this mission. Though, he had to admit that due to the personal feelings toward this mission, his judgement might be off, so having someone else lead it would probably put them at an advantage.

“When you’re saying, ‘someone else’, do you mean yourself?” he inquired, and Todoroki nodded in confirmation. Midoriya took a few seconds to consider the proposal. Down the hall, he could hear the rest of the team for the rescue mission approach them. “Alright, let’s do it!”

The small conference room was unusually quiet. There was no happy catching up with one another, no euphoric reunions after not seeing each other for a few months. A pressing silence filled the room like thick, heavy fog as the ex-class 1A students Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima and Uraraka sat around the table, eyes fixed on their hands and the files in front of them. The only words that had been spoken were words of solidarity towards Midoriya, which he appreciated.

While Todoroki opened the meeting by greeting everyone and thanking them for coming, Midoriya stared down at his hands. The skin on his fingertips around the nails was reddened, a side effect of his anxious habit of biting his fingernails. Midoriya thought that he had gotten rid of said habit, but the current situation had changed many things. Before him on the table, his hands started to blur as his eyes filled with tears once again. He quickly wiped them away, hoping that nobody would notice.

Todoroki’s speech only barely reached him, only as a seemingly distant, faint mumbling as though he was speaking to Midoriya through a thick concrete wall. The whole room started feeling like a wide and open space with his former classmates miles and miles away. Mind numbing emptiness filled Midoriya’s heart and went through his veins until it was the only thing he felt in his whole body. As his breathing got faster, his heartrate picked up. Why was he there? Why was he not on his way to get you already? Even though he sat perfectly still, Midoriya felt dizzy, only from the way his mind spun – around and around and around like a carousel, Deku being the only passenger on this horrendous ride.

“You look really pale, Deku, are you alright?” Uraraka’s voice was as soft as ever. The soothing tone was able to momentarily stop Midoriya’s mind. For a second, he looked at her without an answer before simply nodding.

Only when Todoroki asked Midoriya to go over the situation once again, he was completely pulled back into reality. His legs trembled a little as Deku stood up. The eyes of his former classmates all followed his movements very carefully, trying to get clues about their friend’s mental state that the situation caused. Uraraka and Kirishima looked especially worried whereas Todoroki and Iida kept their expressions professional.

“Thank you everyone for coming on such short notice,” Midoriya started. He balled his hands to fists and squeezed as hard as he could to keep his mind from wandering too much that might cause him to break down again. “The villain organization that has been watched by several agencies for the past few months made a move about a week ago, as some of you may know. It was the first incident of that kind and several civilians got hurt in the process.” Deku clearly remembered the pictures of the scene on the news. Neither his nor the hero agency you worked for had been able to stop that despite being the ones watching the organization. “Y/N went after the villains alone and has not been seen since.” His voice got quieter with every word he spoke.

Your actions contradicted what you had learned at UA not so long ago. Staying calm and collected in crises, thinking rationally, and getting help was the priority. But guilt and anger had eaten you up. Midoriya could not blame you for that, even if he wanted to. He had experienced the same feelings in the past, put himself in danger, worried others, all because he wanted to play hero. Midoriya sat down again and let Todoroki take over once again.

“Since we know where the villains are hiding, it will be easy to retrieve the target.” ‘The target’. Midoriya flinched. The way the words came out of Todoroki’s mouth, the lack of emotion and his straight face were something admirable and scary at the same time. Reducing you to merely the word ‘target’ and the emotional disconnect that came with it would probably make this mission easier for Deku, but he just did not manage to think that way. With a sigh, he sank deeper into his chair and listened to Todoroki’s plan.

It was an easy one, starting with negotiations led by Iida. He was the best that that sort of thing, so Midoriya had no problem leaving that to him. However, he was not really fond of the idea of exchanging your life for something like money but since it was the easiest way to avoid direct confrontation, they had to try it. If that did not work, Iida would go in through the front door, and Todoroki, Deku, Kirishima and Uraraka through the back door in two teams to get ‘the target’ out by themselves. Combat was to be avoided. The top priority was getting you out, not arresting the bad guys, though the police would be waiting in front of the building to take them in.

The base of the small villain group was an abandoned warehouse – because of course it would be that. The alley behind it was narrow and dirty, littered with shards of glass and cigarette butts. Next to the dark water in the potholes, Midoriya could see dried as well as fresh blood shimmering on the asphalt. The sight made him sick, a feeling he had not experienced in a while.

The four heroes came to a halt at the place where they would go into the building through the back door. There were no guards, which came as a surprise, but even if there had been some it would not have been a problem for any of them. Midoriya and Todoroki stayed back and inspected the alley while Uraraka and Kirishima got ready at the heavy double-winged door

Midoriya crouched down and inspected the blood stains. Todoroki’s eyes were fixed on him, he could almost physically feel it. With his gloved hand, Midoriya moved some reddened shards around, not entirely sure of what he was doing or why he was doing it in the first place, but it was a way to keep his hands and mind busy. Todoroki had his own ways of doing that. “I thought you quit,” Midoriya remarked. “I thought so too, but-” Todoroki did not care to finish his sentence and only a few seconds later, the smell of cigarette smoke reached Deku. He wrinkled his nose. “The situation is getting to me too, you know?” Todoroki’s pronunciation was a bit curious with the cig between his lips. “The same goes for the others. Kirishima, Uraraka, Iida, they’re all worried. Bakugou, too, even though he isn’t here today.” A short pause. Deku assumed that Todoroki was taking a deep drag. “It is really getting to me.” His voice was quieter this time and it had a tone to it that Deku barely knew from his friend. It was desperate, hopeless, pleading.

Midoriya had no words of affirmation that he could tell Todoroki. Hell, if he could think positively in this situation, everything would be a lot easier. He searched and searched for words, but none would come to his mind. And in the end, he did not need to say anything. Midoriya’s communication device made a static sound, before he heard Iida’s voice, loud and clear. »Negotiations failed. What will be the next step?« “We’re going in,” Todoroki told them without hesitation. “Understood!” Midoriya got back up and was at the door in less than a second. He looked at Uraraka and Kirishima, both had a determined look on their face.

Todoroki stepped to them and – given the lack of a bin – dropped his half-smoked cigarette to the ground. “That’s not very heroic of you, Todoroki,” Kirishima commented. Uraraka giggled and even Midoriya managed to crack a smile. “I’ll pick it up later,” the leader of their mission said and Deku was sure he saw his lips twitch into a fond expression as well, even if it was only for a split second. They all became serious again. “Deku, open the door for us.”

The inside of the building was dark and empty, and Midoriya was not sure why he had expected anything else. His and Uraraka’s footsteps on the wet ground resounded through the empty hallway. It was quite dark, most of the lamps on the walls were either broken or very dim, so the major source of light were the occasional holes in the ceiling. It took Midoriya all the self-control he had not to activate One For All and charge forward – Uraraka and he were a team, and they should stay together since running around alone might be dangerous. The further they got into the building, the harder it got for Midoriya to keep it together. With every door they opened, with every room they inspected, anxiety and terror grew withing him. There was no sign of you.

It did not take long for some villains to show up, but at this point in time they were no match for Deku. Anyone who tried to get in his way right now was put down in mere seconds. Uraraka kept his back free and had an eye on him in case he got too reckless.

The last door he approached was a pain to open. Midoriya had to push it with his shoulder since the hinges were rusty and it took him a few tries until the door finally budged and creaked open. Behind the door, Midoriya was met with a pitch-black room. He reached over to the wall besides the entrance and searched for a light switch. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickered on, only giving enough light for Midoriya to see the rough shapes of the room’s interior, but it slowly started glowing brighter. That was when his heart stopped.

For a split second, Midoriya thought that maybe he had come too late, that maybe you were already dead. The sight of you, tied to a chair with ropes so tight that they were cutting into the flesh on your wrists and ankles sent shivers up and down his spine. Blood dripping down from your chin had already formed a small pool on the already wet floor. He noticed the smell of blood, sweat and vomit still fresh and heavy in the air.

“Y/N?” His voice was merely a whisper. Maybe he was afraid that if he were loud enough for you to hear, you would not react. Midoriya forced himself to take a step. Lift his foot off the ground, move it onwards, put it down again. Now with his other foot. Lift, onwards, down. And again. With every step, a new wave of sensations and feelings washed over Midoriya. First it was disgust – he could not help that one but looking at your skin peeling off your flesh and exposing the bare muscle tissue and bone almost made him vomit. Then it was hysteria – Midoriya could both laugh and cry out loud until he lost his voice, kiss you on your dead cold bloody lips, dance and jump through this awful room – because he finally found you but what if it were too late? Then it was fear – and with this feeling numbing his mind once again, he reached you.

“Y/N?” He crouched down so his face was on one level with yours. The dull sound of Midoriya’s gloves falling to the ground echoed through the room, to him it was almost as loud as an explosion. As he held his breath, his now bare hand reached out for you almost all on its own, touched your neck, searched for a pulse. To Midoriya’s relief, your skin was not cold, but warm. Maybe even a bit too warm. His hand wandered up your neck and he cupped your cheek, wiped away some blood with his thumb. Under his touch, your muscles twitched. Midoriya pulled back and watched as your eyes fluttered open. Your gaze was empty and unfocused for a while, wandering from the dark walls of the room to the lightbulb over your head, until it stopped on Midoriya’s face.

He watched as your eyes widened. “Izuku?” Your voice was hoarse and filled with so much desperation that it made the hero’s heart drop. “Is it really you?” Midoriya nodded. He pressed his lips together and did not dare to answer, afraid that his voice would break if he said anything. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You made an attempt to reach out for him but the restraints around your wrists made that impossible. Midoriya swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to stay focused. “And I’ve been looking for you. I’ll get you out of here now.” Over the comms, he quickly informed his teammates over the mission’s success before he reached into his pocket for a knife. “I’m sorry that I’m so late,” he told you as he cut through the ropes. They were sticky, some even slippery from the blood. Deku tried not to pay too much attention to that but the sight of the crimson red shimmering on his hands made him gag. “The most important thing is that you’re here now.” You cracked a smile, but it did not look too convincing.

Once your hands were free, you swiftly wrapped your arms around Midoriya. It took him by surprise, but he hugged you back, careful not to use too much strength that might hurt you. You buried your face deep in Midoriya’s chest, fingers digging into his back, clinging to his suit. Just now he felt the way your body trembled, Midoriya did not know if it was exhaustion or fear. Maybe he was shaking as well. He wanted to stay like this forever, feel you in his arms, warm and alive, hold onto this thought and only this one while ignoring the horrible reality. Blood wet Midoriya’s clothes but he had nothing to take care of your wounds with. To be honest, he did not want to look at them. All he wanted was to keep holding on to you, forever.

Fighting noises reached his ears, not too far away. Men yelling. Your grip tightened a little and Midoriya thought that maybe you were shaking a little more now. “I want to leave, Izuku,” you whispered. Midoriya did not say anything. He listened carefully as the noises faded away. A few seconds of pressing silence passed awfully slow. »We’re all clear!« Todoroki’s voice was calm but Midoriya heard a hint of relief. However, he decided to stay put for a few more minutes to make sure that no other people were picking a fight anywhere else.

“Let’s go,” he said after a while. He could not spend another minute in this building, afraid that you might end up dying from your injuries.

As gently as he possibly could, Midoriya lifted you from the chair and carried you out of the building.

Talking to the police and the press was a pain. Todoroki did most of it, given that he had been the leader of this mission, but Deku still had to talk to everyone as well. Press conferences with countless questions, some challenging their beliefs and morals as heroes, some too personal for Midoriya to answer – questions about you, your wellbeing, your relationship to the hero Deku. When he was not currently being interrogated by the public, Midoriya spent every free minute in the hospital, by your side. At first the doctors had not let him see you, but he had still stayed there the entire time. And when he was finally allowed in your room, Midoriya could not contain himself and his emotions any longer.

He sobbed and cried and swore and apologized all in one go without taking a breath while you tried to calm him down. He held your hand the entire time he was there, afraid that if he let go off you for one second, some villains might separate the two of you again.

“When are you getting released from the hospital?” Uraraka questioned while she put a small bouquet into a vase on the windowsill. The blossoms shone in the golden light of the evening sun and threw dancing shadows on your white blanket. “Next week, probably.” You gave her a tired smile. “Though I’ll have to be inactive for a while during my healing process.” Midoriya knew that having to neglect your hero duties like that was hard for you, so he squeezed your hand reassuringly. “We’re all wishing you well!” “Thanks Uraraka!” The two of you watched as the young woman left again. She was not the only one who had visited. The whole team had been there, Todoroki visited frequently, and even Bakugou had showed up once or twice.

“This sucks, I’m so bored!” You whined, getting a short chuckle from Midoriya. “I know, but you need some more rest.” He looked down at your intertwined fingers. Your wrists were still covered in bandages but some of your wounds had started to heal again. However, it would still take quite a while for you to fully recover. Midoriya ran his thumb over the fabric. “You’ll get better soon, and I’ll always be here to support you during this time. I miss you at home and being close to you.” “Thank you. And I miss that too.” A soft smile formed on your lips, so Midoriya leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on them. He lingered there for a moment before standing up and grabbing his jacket. “I should get going, it’s late and you need your rest.” “Alright!”

Midoriya slipped into his jacket but before he could leave, you sat up, grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him down into another kiss. “Hey, you’re supposed to lay dow-” Midoriya started to complain but quickly quit to return the kiss. When you let him go and Midoriya walked towards the door he had a smile on his face. Everything was going to be fine. He turned around by the door and looked at the flowers and the curtain moving in the wind. “I’ll see you tomorrow!” “See you tomorrow, Izuku!”

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amor-immortalem · 3 years ago

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Friends (With Benefits)

Minors DNI

A/N: Fair warning this is a mammonxoc smut-not a very good one but its a smut nonetheless- because its just that kinda day... It’s not the first one I’ve written but it’s the first one I’ve ever posted that hasn’t been part of a role play so... yeah. Do with that info what you will...

I'm not participating in kinktober but since its that time of year I figured eh why the hell not. Now, if you excuse me. I need some water.

Also I’m doing that 48hr post+ protest so any comments questions or concerns will be heard on the 4th.

Warning(s)?: unprotected sex, oral sex (Female receiving) size kink (if you squint)

Gods she needed to get off. She’d been down here on the exchange programme for about six months at this point and yeah, Asmodeus made it a point to make sure she had plenty of quality toys at her disposal for the year, but it just wasn’t as satisfying as the real thing. Not to mention, she never had a moment’s peace in this god-forsaken house to begin with. It was common place for Arella to come home to Mammon or one of his brothers making themselves at home here in her room or just barging in whenever they felt like it- no better way to kill the mood than getting walked in on by one of her housemates.

In fact, that’s the case today. Arella had come home a little earlier than the others due to them being stuck for a student council meeting for the express purpose of having some privacy and time to relieve her frustrations without risking the chance that one of those pesky demons would interrupt her. Of course, that wasn’t the case for her as waiting on her bed was the Avatar of Greed himself scrolling through his phone like it was no big deal- dressed in only a pair of grey sweat pants because of course he would be.

It was a nice view though. Despite Mammon’s frustrating hot-’n-cold attitude sometimes, he always is pleasing to look at and now in her desire-addled mind, Arella finds herself scanning over his form as her eyes drift lower and lower until...

“Ya gonna just stand there or...?” Mammon calls, not looking away from the screen of his phone.

Her face flushes at the notion that he’s caught her eyeing him up like a piece a meat. “Why’re you in here, Mammon? Surely, you have better things to do since you’re always so busy.”

“Well yeah, naturally, I’ve always got shit ta do but I said we were gonna do movie night after school today so...”

“Can you give me a few hours, please? I... have to take care of something.” Arella sighs when the demon makes no effort to leave but rather shifts a little to the point that the material of his pants leaves astoundingly little to the imagination.

She audibly swallows, trying so hard not to stare. Arella has to look away, her face an impossibly bright shade of red as her mind starts to wander into the gutter. She could always order him away with the pact but she always did hate using it unnecessarily. It’s not until she sees the smirk on his face that she knows he’s fucking with her.

“What’s so important that I can’t be here, huh?” Mammon drops his phone on the bed beside him.

“That smirk on your face tells me you know exactly why.” The human glares at him.

“Yeah ‘n that’s why ‘m not goin’,” The Avatar of Greed laughs, “Yer jus’ gonna have to suffer, Princess.”

“You are absolutely horrible, you know that?” Arella sighs in frustration. “C’mon, Mammon, just go, please. Unlike you, who has the luxury of going out to find a partner when you need to get laid, I can’t for risk that they’ll eat me afterwards so I have to take care of myself when it comes to that.”

“You could always just ask me to help ya...” The demon suggests. “Ever heard of the term ‘friends with benefits’?”

“Huh- Wha- I – Of course, I’ve heard of the term!” She crosses her arms as she huffs. “But friends with benefits only works when both parties don’t run the risk of catching feelings. And you strike me as the type who does.”

“What? No. Couldn’t be me.” The demon rolls his eyes as he looks away, “’sides you’d be doin’ me a favor too and ya can’t tell me that yer not even a little curious about what I’m like in bed. I heard ya this morning. Moanin’ my name and beggin’ me for more.” A smug smirk paints itself on his face as he gets up, approaching her, walking her back until she’s trapped between him and the wall. “Well? Ya got your chance with The Great Mammon now... ya gonna take it or blow it?”

Arella bites her lip as she mulls it over. It wasn’t like he was wrong. She did fantasize about him more than she should for someone who she considers a friend. “Fuck it,” she murmurs as she surges forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss as she pushes him back towards her bed.

If the need wasn’t so urgent, she’d take her time with Mammon, but honestly, going for six months without any chance for release when she was used to being able to have it whenever only made her more desperate to find it now. Her hands traveled all along the demon’s body as she straddled his hips. She let out a soft moan as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and he rolled them over, grinding his hips against hers. He broke their kiss only to trail them down to her neck where he nibbled and sucked little love bites into the delicate skin on her neck.

Arella’s fingers carded through his snowy hair as she panted, head tilting to the side as he moved, his hands coming up work on unbuttoning her unform shirt, tossing it to the side once it was off. He wasn’t so gentle with her bra, choosing to rip it off and toss it away as if the article of clothing had offended him somehow.

“Mammon!” she gasped as she watched it go.

“What? Ya got a hundred more where that came from. If it’s that big a deal I’ll by ya a new one.” the greedy demon growls as he trails his lips down her chest, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking as his fingers pinched and rolled the other one. Every once and a while he would lightly nip at her before circling it with his tongue. Arella would only tug at his hair impatiently signaling him to get on with it as he chuckled. “Here, get these wet for me.”

He prods her lips with his fingers and she takes them in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around them as he pushed them in further to the point that she was nearly gagging on them as he works on ridding her of her skirt and panties. As they slid down her legs, he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, withdrawing his fingers from her mouth and tracing them down her stomach. He let his warm breath tease for a bit as she tried to rock her hips to spur him to action.

“Impatient, ain’t ya, Baby?” He chuckled, “Just hold still, you’ll get what ya want.”

“If you’d stop teasing, maybe I would,” she pouts, just wanting to feel him where she needed it most.

“As you wish, Princess.” The demon smirks as he spreads her open and licks a stripe from her opening to her clit and she could almost cry at how good it feels when he starts to gently suckle on the sensitive nub.

“Fuuuck, yes, right there,” She gasps at the feeling of his mouth on her and the prodding of one of his long fingers at her opening followed soon by a second. “Don’t stop...”

Her head tips back as she lets a pleasured sigh fall from her mouth, her hand coming down to knot itself in Mammon’s fleecy white hair to push him closer, drawing a moan from the demon. He has her dangerously close to the edge of oblivion without having even done much of anything.

“I’m so close, Baby, keep going.” she rocks her hips to match pace of his fingers before he pulls them away only to replace them with his tongue and she lets out a frantic cry as she feels the wet muscle work its way against her walls while his thumb rubbed tight circles around her clit.

“Don’t hold back. Let me have it.” He growls out as he returns to his ministrations and she absolutely loses it, body going tense as she lets out a strangled moan and she clenches around his tongue as she cries out his name.

The demon cleans her up as he helps her ride out her high before pulling away, making a show of licking his lips as he crawls his way back up her body. He leans down for another kiss and Arella moans at how she can taste herself on his lips and tongue. She used her knee to brush against his crotch listening to the beautiful groan he lets out at the sensation.

“Get those off,” The human says in reference to his sweat pants that now have a large stain of pre covering the front. “You need more or are you good to go right away?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He pushes himself up on his knees and slowly rids himself of his sweat pants allowing his cock to spring up, slapping against his belly.

Her jaw drops at the sight of him. She knew he was big- but damn. He absolutely would tear her apart if they we’re careful- and are those piercings? She can feel her mouth start to water as she looks up at him to see the predatory look in his eyes that were now a shining gold.

“That shut ya up real fast, didn’t it?” He chuckled as he lined himself up. “You ready or do you need a minute?”

“No, I’m fine.” A determined look crossed her eyes. “I’m more than ready.”

“Got a safe word?”

“Just use the traffic light system.” She hooks a leg over his hips to bring him closer. “I want this.”

The stretch she feels as Mammon enters her is as delicious as it is painful even with him taking breaks to let her adjust. Once he’s fully seated, he keeps still as she takes a moment to savor it. With a nod from her, he begins to rock his hips gently, upping his pace as he draws more moans and gasps and the occasional whine from his human. Soon he’s pounding into her as he slips into his demon form.

Her hands are at his back, digging into the skin near the base of his wings and scratching angry red lines down his back. She’s so tight around him that it’s intoxicating to the demon as he lets out a growl. He can feel her next climax is imminent by the way her walls are clenching and gripping him and the breathy pitchy cries of his name- by the way her eyes are nearly rolled back into her head as he pulls her legs up over his hips to hit deeper. The pleasure is overwhelming as his piercings drag along her walls and she cums for the second time that afternoon.

He slows his pace in consideration of the human but he never stops all together. As she starts to squirm from the overstimulation, Mammon holds her still.

“What’s your color, Baby?”

“Green,” Arella looks up at him and pulls him back down by the horns for a tongue filled kiss as he picks his pace back up.

She ran her fingers against the curls of his horns as the demon goes back to biting and sucking on her neck as the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of their moans, growls, and gasps and the sound of skin slapping against skin. “More! I need more, Mammon. Please.” She has tears slipping down her cheeks from the overstimulation. “It's so good... you’re so big...”

He growls as he hoists her legs up over his shoulders, nearly folding her in half as he thrust into her at a near animalistic pace hitting the deepest part of her as she cried for him. He was getting close to his release as he grasped her hand in his.

“Almost there... so close... Just keep squeezin’ me like that.”

“Me too!” Arella threw her head back, “Fuck, I’m so close. Cum inside.”

“Yer playin’ with fire, Princess. Ya really want that from me?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her grip on his hand tightened as she threw her head back. “Fill me up.”

He groaned as he felt her walls tighten once more as she hit her last release. “Shit... haah... fuck. I’m cumming!” Mammon buries his face in her neck as his thrusts falter. His cock twitches as he fills her with his seed until she’s overflowing with a mixture of their fluids.

They ride out their highs together, letting out soft groans and gasps as the demon pulls her legs down from his shoulders. They stare at each other as they try to catch their breath, wide-eyed, sweaty messes before bursting into a fit a laughter.

“I can’t believe we did that,” He sighs as he leans his forehead against hers.

“That was... amazing...” She sighs, “Best sex I’ve had ever had... I don’t know about you but I need a nap after we shower and change the sheets.”

“Yeah, I second that...” Mammon groans as he pulls out and rolls out of bed. “I’ll start the water; you just pull the sheets off.”

Arella only gave him a thumbs up as she sat up, feeling considerably better than she had before she’d gotten home from school.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years ago

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Can I get a future Tom x Reader where he was kind of brainwashed by Tord the whole time so when he finally gets conscious again he finds out his s/o had died and been turned into some kind of android/cyborg that's devoid of emotion. Lots of angst please!

"Brainwashed?"

"Yeah. It happened to all of us." Edd grunted as he sat at the table with Tom and Matt.

He then slammed his fist down rather abruptly, rattling the hard surface. Usually that meant he was about to have another tantrum over the cola ban.

But not this time. He was infuriated for a different reason.

"We got brainwashed by Red Leader into being his friend, doing stupid stuff, chasing after pointless, worthless things...all while he could expand his army without our interference."

"You know..it was odd that I forgave him so quick for ruining my face.." With a grimace Matt held his hand up to his bionic eye, clearly displeased that age and Tord's assault had spoiled his "beauty". "Now I know why. I wonder what else he's ruined.."

Tom's visor displayed an annoyed emote as he looked at his colleague. "You're still mad about that?"

"I have every right to be!!"

"Wow...so anyway.." He paused to take a swig of smirnoff. "I don't think he messed with me at all."

"Didn't you and [y/n] get captured or something?" Matt tilted his head. "Thought you'd at least remember that."

In that moment...Tom realized what he had completely forgotten about.

Something else Tord could've possibly ruined..

You.

In haste he stood up, dropping the bottle to the floor and ignoring the loud shattering. Edd looked quite annoyed at the mess, but his concern made him refocus on Tom, who was already sprinting towards the door.

"Where are you-?"

"I-I need to find [y/n]. Now." Tom whirled around, his visor showing pixelated sweat. "Matt was right..we got captured, and they took them somewhere! B-But I can't..I-I...I need to get home!"

"Now don't be stupid," Edd warned. "We need a strategy if-"

"Screw your strategies!! I'll call if I need help!" Without listening to another word, Tom had left the base.

You were his priority. He didn't know what happened to you after all this time, but he was going to find out even if he died trying.

He wanted..needed to know if you got out or not.

The two men who remained in the room exchanged glances, realizing that they forgot to tell Tom something important.

Something that was a painful and agonizing truth. With the intel they gathered they would've informed him that you were indeed alive.

But not the same.

..........

It took ages for Tom to reach what remained of your house. He could easily be mistaken. For all he knew..you could've been caged in at the Red Army base instead, but his gut feelings screamed for him to check your home first.

Though as he got inside with little resistance, he was suddenly blasted by a red laser beam.

He yelled and dodged it, allowing it to strike the door and leave a hole in it. But as the scrambled digital green pixels of his visor tried to reform themselves, he spotted you.

And god was he crushed.

Almost none of you was human anymore. Only part of your face was.

As for the rest of you, there was no doubt..the gray and red metal that covered your body were all clear indications that..

You were turned into a cyborg.

"[Y/n]..?" He mumbled in disbelief.

"Tom. It's been a while." Your voice was totally devoid of emotion, as was your expression. Nothing in your inflection signified that you missed him or that you were worried about him.

It was like..your whole personality was erased.

"H-Huh..? What...what did he do to you?" He approached you cautiously. "You remember me, right?"

"Of course. Although I died, all my memories have been preserved. I'm still me but with some..obvious changes." You raised your arm, with transformed into a laser gun.

But Tom's heart could only sink as you uttered those two words he never thought he'd hear:

"I died".

Now he realized what happened:

As he was being brainwashed by Tord after all this time, you were tortured, killed, and converted into a cyborg. The fact your chestplate displayed the Red Army's logo was undeniable proof of that.

You, a human once full of life..a human he once loved, became a killing machine. A mere tool for the Red Army against your will.

If only he had known you'd turn out like this..

Tom's visor shut off as he looked down, gritting his teeth as tears streamed down his cheeks. One by one.

"Tears don't suit you, Tommy."

Feeling a cold metal hand cup his cheek, he allowed you to raise his head up so he could look at you. But he just couldn't understand why this had to happen. And to you, of all people.

Why leave only your memories of your love for him intact?

Why not just get rid of all aspects of you?

Did Tord mean to do this?

Did he want to torture him like this?

No matter. He was going to get those answers soon enough. For now he just wanted to pretend that you were still here with him.

Pretend that you meant those words you spoke with genuine softness and concern.

Pretend that..you were still alive.

His visor flickered back on, displaying a broken heart symbol as he put his hand atop yours. "You..c-came back here on your own, didn't you? I was expecting a trap."

"I only attacked because I wrongfully assumed it was an intruder." You explained. "Red Leader told to stay put here. He said I would be a "surprise" of sorts to you."

"H-Hah, what a fuckin' surprise this was...that son of a bitch." Tears started to fall faster as the ache in his heart grew. Your answer outright confirmed his previous suspicions. "So what now? You're on his side?"

"He created me, but I'm not in servitude to him. So rest assured..I will not betray you." The pad of your thumb brushed away some of his tears, and he couldn't help but smile a bit.

While your face didn't show it, your gestures did.

You still loved him.

And he still loved you.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew tom x reader #future tom x reader #angst #robot reader #cyborg reader

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The Dark One’s Choice

As announced, I finally polished (and finished) my Dark One smut fic, sooo if you’re one of @swanqueensalad‘s horny followers (aren’t we all) or otherwise inclined to read the closest thing to smut I’ve ever written, here goes:

~5k

rating: m

mildly dubious consent, sub/dom hints, choking, restraints, power play, angst, canon-compliant

don’t like don’t read ^^

The great grandfather clock in the hallway shows half past 1 at night when Regina passes it, finally on her way to bed after a long day. Her thoughts have kept her alert until now, the risk of Emma, now as the Dark One, turning up at her doorstep to demand to have Henry too high to let her relax properly. And then there is the gaping hole in her memories, a condition she's familiar with but which still annoys her in no small measure. One moment the gates of Camelot swing open for her, the dagger pressing to her side in the warm promise of Emma's trust, then the next second she's flat on the floor of Granny's Diner, faced with Emma in full Dark One apparel, mercilessly glaring down at her. Accusing and dangerous and assuring to punish them all, though her cold eyes were on Regina only, sending a shiver down her spine that consisted of trepidation and arousal in equal measures.

Regina shudders just remembering the low purr of the Dark One's voice, the radiated dominance so different from the kind of nervous excitement that usually accompanies Emma's talks with Regina. Different, yes, but not necessarily worse, Regina thinks, the naughty admission painting an unexpected smirk on her lips, and she permits a silent chuckle before calling herself back to order. She mustn't enjoy nor underestimate the saviour's dark side. Quite the contrary, to save Emma from herself, and the rest of town from Emma, it is crucial that Regina stays alert and focuses on figuring out a way to get rid of darkness once and for all. So, no unnecessary risks. Constant vigilance.

Right on cue, the doorbell rings and startles Regina back into reality. She throws a glance at the clock. 1:40, not exactly a reasonable time for visitors, even in this tense situation. Besides, Snow, or David, and even the pirate, would have rather called to talk than walked through nightly Storybrooke with a new Dark One on the loose. No, Regina decides, it has to be Emma herself who's on her porch, now pressing the bell again.

Regina swears under her breath; if she doesn't put an end to this, Emma will wake up Henry. On the other hand, opening the door would violate the very set of rules she has just established. There's just no easy way out of this.

Emma ends up making the decision for her when suddenly greyish smoke forms right in front of Regina, vanishing to reveal the familiar frame of the saviour. Her lips set in a thin straight line, the green eyes as expressionless as earlier, she stands and looks at Regina. Just takes her in. Regina feels her skin starting to tingle when a flash of hunger crosses Emma's features, and she's suddenly all too aware of the red velvet dress she's still wearing, clinging to her curves.

"What are you doing here?" She asks when Emma still hasn't moved to talk after several seconds. Her voice is calm, only the slightest hitch in her throat betraying her racing heart. Emma is close, far too close, the aura of power that surrounds her enclosing Regina as well. She's always had a weakness for great wizardry she supposes, the mixture of envy and admiration an exhilarating drug running through her veins, and she welcomes it like an old friend.

"After weeks of sleeping wall to wall with my parents," Emma finally answers, her tone as cool and indifferent as if she were talking about the weather, "I now have the opportunity to take what I want." And she steps even closer, now bare inches separating their bodies.

A sudden fright befalls Regina, her heart fluttering weakly in her chest, colibri-like. She almost doesn't dare to ask for clarification. What if Emma has changed her mind somewhere along the way, realizing that sacrificing herself for Regina has been a mistake after all? What if she's here to make Regina pay for that mistake? What if this is revenge?

"Which is what?" Regina still whispers, hoping against all odds for a, what, fourth chance by now? But no such luck this time; Emma's eyes harden and she raises her chin. Her voice is but a whisper, her lips carefully forming the word:

"You."

Regina closes her eyes for just a second, absorbing the impact without allowing Emma to witness the emotions flickering through her mind. A second is all Emma should need to finish matters once and for all, but it passes without either of them moving and when Regina glances up at Emma again she's surprised to find a tiny glint of amusement in the depths of her eyes. And then that glint changes, grows darker, twisted, and funnily enough, heated, burning with an intensity that makes Regina automatically lower her gaze.

A throaty chuckle vibrates through Emma's body. She waves her hand, and the next thing Regina feels is the cool tapestry of the wall against her back and Emma's grip tight around her wrists, pinning her down. A hot breath tickles her earlobe when the blonde leans forward in the same movement, teeth grazing Regina's skin.

"Control is mine now. Is that understood?" Emma whispers huskily, fleetingly biting down on the sensitive flesh right under Regina's ear.

Regina can barely stifle a moan and she feels her knees grow weak. It would be so easy to give in, the fulfilling of late night dreams and poorly repressed fantasies right in front of her - but she can't. This, what's happening, is the Dark One's choice, not Emma's. And while the darkness might be prevailing in Emma's mind right now, it doesn't mean Emma isn't still in there somewhere, fighting and protesting. And when she returns and the darkness is extinguished - an act Regina will accomplish and if it so takes years - Emma will have to face regrets enough. A nightly adventure with the Queen doesn't have to be among them.

So Regina summons her strengths, and resists. Pulling away from Emma's touch as much as possible in the confined space at her disposal, she shakes her head and squares her shoulders.

"I don't think so, no."

The rage wells up in Emma immediately, her hands clenching around Regina's wrists until it hurts but Regina neither flinches nor backs down. She can tell that Emma didn't expect defiance from the way her eyes widen a fracture before darkening to a near black.

"What?"

The whisper is deadly, a promise of pain if Regina were to repeat her words. Well, Regina can handle pain, if something greater is at stake. And so she raises her chin and holds Emma's glance, proudly and with all the indifference she doesn't really feel.

"I said no, I won't defer to you. Magic doesn't make you my leader and I refuse to - "

"I am the Dark One," Emma roars and Regina once again thinks of Henry asleep upstairs. She prays he won't wake up and choose to see what's causing the commotion, or she will lose some serious ground to Emma. Maybe playing up hasn't been the best plan after all, but she can't revise her strategy now.

"I see that," Regina consequently bites right back, hoping that if she only appears strong enough, Emma will step back eventually. "But it doesn't change the fact that I won't yield to you."

It's only when the expression in Emma's changes again, turning almost playful, that Regina realizes the mistake she's made by counting on Emma's rationality. Magic is based on emotions, and since the Dark One's powers are still relatively new to Emma, she is bound to act unpredictably. Well, this brings a whole new danger to this nightly encounter. Regina's suddenly glad that her provocation didn't fuel Emma's anger. In fact, Emma is eyeing her almost fondly, leisurely letting her eyes take in every tiny aspect of Regina's complexion. The scrutiny inadvertently brings the colour to Regina's cheeks and a smirk on Emma's face.

"You don't really mean that."

And then, without another word of warning, Emma surges forward again and captures Regina's lips with hers before the mayor can dodge her. A yelp of surprise escapes Regina. She tries to jerk back, except she can't, Emma has her trapped against the wall, pressing down on her with the full length of her body. A shudder passes through Regina upon that realization, making her skin tingle and setting her nerves aflame. Never would she have thought that Emma's touch could have such an effect on her. And the kiss, the saviour's lips moving on Regina's almost feverishly. They are dry and slightly chapped under the crimson lipstick and Regina finds herself sinking into them, answering Emma's harsh bites with tentative nibbles on her own part.

But no, she must not delight in this. She has to keep a clear head, because while she is kissing Emma's lips and inhaling Emma's perfume, she has to remember that it's not Emma's mind who's in control here. And so, although a long, leather-covered leg is slowly wedging itself between Regina's, making her feel all kinds of things, including a very dominant throbbing at her core, Regina uses a momentary distraction on Emma's part to push against the arms confining her and turn her head away.

"Stop," she says, intending to sound firm, but it comes out as a strangled moan instead. Miraculously, Emma still seems to have heard her, because she pulls back slightly to look at Regina. Her eyes are darker than Regina has ever seen them and for a moment she feels her resolve weaken, but she masterfully ignores the dryness in her throat and pushes against Emma's shoulders again.

"Let me go," she demands when Emma doesn't budge, instead watching her with the faintest annoyance in the tilt of her head. Regina pushes again, a petulant move rather than a well-considered one. She should have known better than to provoke the Dark One further, but her skin is burning, and she just needs Emma to back off before she'll commit a whole different folly. And who would have known it would be just this little extra push that makes Emma snap.

But it is and the angry flashing of familiar green eyes is all the warning Regina gets before a hand wraps around her throat, constricting her airways.

"Why do you keep resisting?" Emma growls, her voice inhuman, feral. "I can see how you want this," she wriggles her leg slightly and Regina gasps when it rubs against her hot centre. It takes all her self control not to thrust her hips forward to grind against the leather, and maybe the desperation shows a little in her eyes, because Emma smirks and applies more pressure on Regina's throat.

"So why don't you take it?" She hisses and curls her index finger, the sharp nail scratching against Regina's skin, "Take it."

Suppressing a whimper, Regina feels her body react, a new gush of wetness slowly trickling down the inside of her thighs. She has to put an end to this soon or so help her.

"This is not you talking," she brings out, varying somewhere between a moan and a gasp, the limited access to oxygen finally making her feel light headed and breathless. "The darkness has lowered your inhibitions."

Emma chuckles and brings up her other hand, drawing a slow trail down Regina's stomach. When she feels muscles tensing beneath her touch, she releases a delighted laugh. It's scary how fast her emotions seem to change.

"Oh but dear," she replies, almost conversationally now, her eyes twinkling with some wicked amusement, "that is exactly why it's me talking. The darkness is simply giving me the courage to do what I've been wanting to do for a very long time."

Regina's teeth clench at the easy, un-Emma-like admission, and of course the Dark One notices.

"You don't believe me?" She snarls, suddenly furious again, "Let me prove it."

And not giving Regina a chance to react, Emma's long slender fingers press against Regina's core, cupping her through the velvety fabric of her dress. A strangled moan escapes Regina but before her body can betray her by rolling against the tantalizing touch, she summons her magic and poofs out of Emma's grasp.

Mastering magic in an emotionally turmoiled state is difficult, but Regina has perfected the technique during her long years as the Evil Queen. She materializes on the exact spot she had in mind, several metres away from where Emma had held her, an armchair in front of her, which she grabs on to in need of support. Taking a deep breath and revelling in the feeling of the air streaming in her lungs freely again, she lifts her eyes, fully expecting to see Emma leaning against the wall still. The room is empty though, without a trace of the Dark One.

Regina furrows her brow. Would Emma just leave like that? And let Regina win? It seems highly unlikely, and yet the deserted scene she's presented with suggests it. Disappointment pulses through Regina, but before she can analyse and revoke the feeling, grey smoke envelopes her. It's only due to her marvellous reflexes that Regina manages to jerk away in order to avoid being trapped again when Emma makes her appearance. An infuriating smirk is playing on her lips, which, as Regina shamefully notices while consciously pursing her own mouth, are now devoid of crimson lipstick.

"Missed me?" Emma mouths, a knowing glint in her eyes that only intensifies when Regina attempts to scoff. "Don't forget that I know when you're lying."

This comment throws Regina off balance though she refuses to let it show. It reminds her of Emma, the real Emma, untainted with darkness yet not free of pain. Emma, who through the course of her life has learned to read people to protect herself from getting hurt. Emma, whose superpower may not be perfect, despite all efforts, but with Regina it always is. Emma, who knows her.

For a moment, Regina misses her so much, the loss feels like a sharp knife twisting in her gut. And a moment is all the Dark One needs to bridge the short distance between them and cradle Regina's face in her hands. The touch is almost gentle, Emma's thumbs tracing the line of Regina's cheekbones, and when Regina looks up, she's surprised to notice the tender expression in those green eyes.

"I am still Emma you know," Emma whispers, tugging at a strand of Regina's hair, then placing it delicately behind her ear. "Still me." And then, leaning in with a wicked grin spreading on her lips she adds: "Just look at my powers like an extra gift. Something to give matters some kick..."

Regina swallows, tantalizing images penetrating her mind, colliding and overlapping with those of Emma, the real Emma, with her jutting jaw and hideous leather jackets. She shakes her head to get rid of them, refusing to let the Dark One play with her emotions any longer. It's time the Queen regains some command. For Emma's sake.

"Embracing the darkness doesn't seem very Emma-like," she counters tentatively, testing the waters by also taking a step back. Dark eyes follow her, thin lips drop into a frown, but for now Emma lets her have the distance. She just shrugs.

"Didn't want to waste the potential."

Regina takes another small step back, sees Emma's eyes dart down to her legs, freezes - but still nothing happens. Good. The gap between their bodies allows Regina to gather her wits and think of how she'll handle the situation. Hitherto, it has been Emma who set the pace, hardly giving Regina time to react. This will have to change if the mayor wants to stand any chance against the Dark One. She needs a plan to distract Emma from trying to seduce her, distract her from Henry sleeping upstairs, distract her from using her magic against Regina. And what distraction could be better than a midnight snack?

"Are you hungry? Or did the darkness extinguish this trait too?" She asks as casually as she can muster.

Emma cocks her head, an amused smile flashing over her complexion. Her eyes darken.

"On the contrary. I'm almost insatiable these days."

Regina is sure her cheeks burn brightly pink but she ignores the feeling and clears her throat.

"I meant food."

"Oh, I know what you meant," Emma smirks, disappearing and reemerging a foot closer to Regina in the blink of an eye. The mist has not yet cleared away when she repeats the trick, now standing behind Regina. Their noses are almost touching. "I also know that I'm tired of this chitchat. Why don't you put that mouth to better use elsewhere?"

A groan escapes Regina when Emma's lips once again press against hers. Still she focuses and flicks her hand to escape the Dark One's grip, reappearing on the other side of the armchair. Emma follows her before she can even breathe, pins her down to the chair, effectively demobilising Regina's wrists with her knees.

"Two can play this game," she murmurs against Regina's ear, then sits up. "Your move."

Regina's whole body seems to buzz with nerves, her skin is aflame where Emma's touching her, still she forces herself to think. Emma's magic works faster than hers, but she's inexperienced. She might be more powerful but she lacks self-discipline. If Regina managed to lure her into poofing repeatedly, unnecessarily, maybe she could tire the Dark One while saving her own strength, until eventually she would have the upper hand again.

The heat pulsing through her body is put to good use as Regina channels the energy to her palms, letting them warm up to the point where, if she were to flick her hand, she could conjure a fireball. Then she twists them, reaching for Emma's thighs.

The Dark One jerks back for only a split second, but that is sufficient for Regina who's been awaiting it. She draws her hands free and sends a magic blow at Emma. Just like she predicted, the blonde is sent flying but disappears mid air and grey mist once again embraces Regina. However, she is prepared; jumping up from the chair she creates a shield around where Emma is materializing. A hiss escapes the Dark One, then she throws her head back and laughs, short and hard. Regina's eyes dart to the staircase, to Henry, but fortunately Emma doesn't seem to notice.

"You see, there are advantages to being the Dark One," her voice comes out of nowhere as she breaks free from her cage by poofing a ridiculous amount of seven times until she's facing Regina again. "I love this form of transport."

Regina only smiles tightly, hands already up again. This is her game now. She risks wasting some of her magical energy to create a soundproof spell in the living room, then makes a swooping gesture that hurls the armchair Emma's way. Instead of stopping it, like any sensible user of magic would have, the blonde turns into swirling smoke again, and then again when Regina lets the footrest follow, and even to avoid the decorative tablecloth. It's quite ridiculous really, she's bound to get tired in the matter of minutes, and Regina allows herself a tiny self-satisfied smile. Not many can claim to have tricked the Dark One.

Except her victory only lasts seconds, when suddenly Emma's slender fingers encircle Regina's wrists once more and she's slammed against the wall.

"Oh Regina," Emma purrs in a low voice that seems to buzz through Regina's entire body. "Do you honestly think I don't know what you're trying to do?" Her free hand delivers a soft, almost gentle blow to Regina's cheek. Regina quivers, not from the sting but from the unexpected flash of pleasure that burns through her veins. Who would have thought that Emma harbours sides like this.

Not Emma but the Dark One, Regina tells herself as she stares up at her opponent, who in her turn is eyeing her appreciatively.

"What am I trying to do then?" She utters defiantly, wriggling her hands until Emma is forced to let her go. Without granting herself a second of triumph, Regina snaps her fingers and shiny black metal starts growing around Emma's wrist, holding it effectively in place above her head.

"You think you can exhaust me," Emma smirks, not at all bothered by the constraint, "You think you can lure me into wasting my power until it's drained." Another click of fingers and a chain sprouts from the first cuff, enclosing Emma's other hand and pulling it up too. Still the Dark One doesn't move, doesn't fight it. Regina is beginning to feel a bit uncertain about her plan to bind Emma's wrists. It should render her helpless, incapable of using her magic, so why doesn't she look the least bit concerned? Why is she smiling still?

"This is kinky," Emma mentions, almost conversationally. Regina cocks her head.

"Usually I'm the dominant one," she says, in spite of her instincts' warning not to trust her victory yet. A grave mistake.

"I am the Dark One!" Emma suddenly roars, and never in her life has Regina been so glad about the existence of soundproof spells. At least Henry's safe, she thinks, as she's hurled backwards into the couch. Emma, inexplicably, has freed herself from the handcuffs. Her face is contorted with rage as she attacks Regina with blasts and blasts of magic.

"How can you think my power would be finite?" She screams and wrecks the couch on top of Regina who barely has time to roll away.

"How can you think you could shackle me? Dominate me?" She screeches and the iron chains turn into snakes at her feet and lunge at Regina.

"Why won't you let me take you?" She cries and yes, she's crying now, and as they fall, her tears become ice spears that are aiming at Regina.

"After everything I've done for you!" And at this Emma breaks down, collapses into a small heap on the floor that's shaken by sobs. With her deflate the snakes, until they're just iron again, curled around Regina's legs. It is very silent all of a sudden, and Regina stands in the middle of her demolished living room, watching her friend cry.

"Emma," she says cautiously after a while, because the woman before her is Emma now, Emma in all her broken glory, Emma the abused saviour, Emma, still breathing under her cloak of darkness.

Emma, who is now lifting her head, face stained with too much mascara. It looks like the darkness is bleeding out of her with every black tear that's rolling down her cheeks, but Regina knows this is not the case, unfortunately. Darkness doesn't yield to grief, quite contrary. It consumes it, forges it into yet another weapon, feeds on it until it's strong enough to take over control. Which means, Regina has to play on this break now, has to use it to talk to Emma before the woman she likes, loves as she realizes now, becomes captive to the Dark One again.

"Emma," she says again, stepping out of the chains and hurrying to the shaking heap. She hesitates briefly, before reaching out to gingerly wrap her arms around Emma. A sigh shudders through them both as Emma accepts the embrace and leans into Regina.

"I just wanted..." Emma begins but Regina shushes her before she can finish her sentence.

"You don't have to explain yourself," she murmurs into Emma's hair and god, why didn't they hug before? Why did it have to come to a catastrophe for her to realize how much she'd yearned for this?

"But I want to explain," Emma protests, muffled against Regina's shoulder, still weak but already defiant again. Regina smiles and releases her reluctantly. Emma's hair is still the Dark One's, her face still greyish white, but her eyes look at Regina the same way they've always had. Or, not exactly the same, because when they were reserved and secretive before, they now shine with a brutal honesty that makes Regina squirm under their gaze. Emma Swan has let her walls down.

"I meant what I said earlier," Emma says at the same time as Regina blurts out: "Don't tell me things you'll regret later."

Emma frowns. "Stop interrupting me, Regina." Her voice rings with a newfound authority that has Regina look at her in alarm, certain that the darkness has regained control. But Emma's eyes remain soft and full of emotion, and her lips form a smile instead of a sneer. Regina relaxes a bit.

"As I was saying," Emma then continues as if nothing happened, "I meant what I said, about me still being me and the darkness simply giving me courage." She takes a deep breath. "I've meant every word I said and I've meant every move I made. I see the way you look at me, Regina, I know that you want me. Yet you're acting as if you hate me. Why?" Her eyes search Regina's and first now does Regina notice how tired Emma looks. How worn, how sad, how, yes, broken. And Regina realizes, she can't lie to her.

"Because," she therefore begins, her voice feeling scratchy in her throat as she fights her own terror about admitting her thoughts. "Because I like you, Emma, very much. And I can't let the Dark One ruin your life even more by sleeping with me without your consent. I can't let the darkness abuse you. I'm not gonna lie, I was tempted. It's your body I desire, but it's your mind I love and I can't do this to you." Regina's voice breaks and she realizes she's crying too now. "I can't do this to you," she repeats weakly and prays, for the sake of both of them, that the Dark One won't choose this moment to return.

"But Regina, don't you see?" Emma whispers, her hands reaching for Regina's. "I am the Dark One." She says it differently now, softer, soothing. "I am consenting. This is me acting, all me, body and mind and heart if you so will, and everything is striving after you."

And Regina is shaking her head, not believing, never believing, although she absorbs every single word Emma is saying.

"Regina, listen!" Emma says, sharper now. Regina is listening, but she wishes she wasn't, wishes she didn't have to hear the words that are too good to be true.

"Didn't I become the Dark One for you?" Emma inquires, "Didn't I give you the dagger as a token of my trust?"

"And yet you erased our memories from Camelot," Regina counters, her mind clinging to this one sane thought in a desperate attempt to withstand the madness Emma's offering.

"To protect you!" Emma says, louder, as if she feels that she's losing Regina. "Camelot was a disaster. A broken kingdom with a corrupt king. Arthur, he didn't help us to find Merlin - he sabotaged all our plans. Everything, this whole mission to Camelot failed, and in the end, bringing us back to Storybrooke was the only thing I could do to save us... Taking your memories was a necessity in the process, but believe me, I'll only keep them until I've sorted out the dangers that are still present."

"What dangers?" Regina whispers when Emma doesn't continue. Her thoughts are racing to keep up with Emma's tale. In a horrible way it all makes sense, matches up with what few memories Regina has of Camelot and its leader. The shrewd look Arthur gave them when they first arrived to the kingdom, the scheming in his glance, the triumphant smile. "What dangers?" She repeats, urgently now, afraid.

"I can't tell you," Emma says, not meeting Regina's eyes. She sounds apologetic but also stubborn, a faint trace of the original Emma in her voice and Regina's heart would warm if it weren't so frustrating.

"Emma," she sighs and the woman before her crumples.

"I'm sorry." Barely a whisper.

"Why did you come here?" Regina asks, equally low. Her heart is still pounding and her skin crawls where Emma has touched her and while she's glad they're talking now, a tiny part of her wishes they could go back to kissing. A tiny part that Regina deliberately chooses to ignore.

"I needed to see someone," Emma murmurs, still evading Regina's gaze. "To know what I'm fighting for."

"But why me?"

A frown settles on Emma's brow, her lips forming a pout and for a second she looks so much like Emma that Regina almost jerks away, the proximity suddenly overwhelming her. She doesn't have the right to be here, cradling Emma's face, not while all they are is friends and both of them have a boyfriend waiting. And yet Emma doesn't move away, doesn't tell her no. Only looks at her in this intoxicating defiance.

"Because I made a mistake. And I will fix it but I needed to be sure first."

"Sure of what?" Regina breathes, although she already has an inkling what Emma is going to say. And indeed:

"Your feelings," Emma affirms her suspicions, and for the first time tonight the blonde looks nervous. "You do have feelings for me, right?"

Regina closes her eyes. Her head is swimming, the late hour and extensive display of magic at last taking its toll.

"Emma..."

"Please." The word is carefully enunciated, every letter pronounced with a purpose that lets Regina know just how much it costs Emma to say it. "I promise I will sort this out, I promise I can. I just need to have something that I can come back to. I need you to be there when I do. I... need you."

"And I need you," Regina whispers, because what else is there to say? What point is there in resistance when all the walls have been torn down anyway, when her heart lies bare and hurting amidst the ruins? When Emma has already seen it in its truest state, what use is there in lying? "I need you, Emma," she therefore repeats, her hands still cupping Emma's cheeks, her eyes mapping every inch of Emma's face. "I need you to come back. If I let you go now - promise you will come back."

"As long as you'll have me," Emma says, "I will always come back."

And she snaps before Regina can say anything else, dissolving into grey smoke between Regina's fingers.

#swanqueen #swanqueen fanfiction #sq fanfic #my writing #dark swan #uhhhhhhhhhhh so yeah this got out of hand at some parts whoops #come get yall some dark swan smut hehe #okay its not real smut #but close enough #also this is partly very old (like from a few years back) so dont judge past-zoes writing too much pls #thank u #anyhoo time to wrap up the tag rant #zoe out #sq

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