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Magical First Meeting (Part 1)
Hi! I know I haven't written for a few long time, but I suddenly had inspiration with my previous fantasy creature AU for Blooming Panic! Finally the reader is able to meet the fantasy LIs
Previous posts of this AU:
Fantasy LIs Fantasy LIs First Meets
In this, MC is a magic-user. This one is also only Xyx and Toast because of how long they were becoming and I didn't want to rush Owl's and Quest's.
1.5k words. Enjoy! :)
XyxÂ
You were most definitely lost.Â
You couldâve sworn this was a path to the closest village from your cabin out in the woods. You had run out of supplies of the spell that keeps your garden in harvesting year round, and winter was fast approaching. You could see it from the way the nights came sooner, colder and darker with every day.Â
You had thought that the village was southeast of your cabin, but as the sunlight slowly became dimmer, you had less and less confidence. Especially when it came to the point that you had wished you had brought the lantern that guided you through darkness. It was only a matter of time til you were trying to find a clearing or cave to stay in for the night under the light of the moon.Â
âYou look lost, coming around here.â
You had just gotten near a clearing in front of a cave when you heard the voice come from behind you in the forest. It made you whip around, one hand immediately summoning a flame, something you were hesitant to do beforehand with how little magic you had.Â
The warm lighting revealed a tall man just a few paces behind you, emerald eyes immediately glinting off the light. His head flinched with the new brightness, causing glimmers across his cheeks and neck, scales reflecting gold.Â
Dragon shifter.Â
âIâm not looking for trouble. Just for a place to stay for the night.â You kept your voice strong, holding back the urge to step back. It sent a chill down your spine how close he got before revealing his presence, making you take a glance around to make sure he was the only one.Â
He held his hands up, tsking softly at your clear guard up. âHey, hey, no need to get all skittish. I should be the one on edge, getting real close there.â He nods his head toward the cave behind you.Â
You took a spare glance back to the cave, looking back to him with suspicion. It took a few moments for it to set in what the cave could be. â....That's a cave you shift or shed in, isnât it?â
âWho wants to know, hm? You havenât been the clearest in your intentions here, ya know.âÂ
He had a point.Â
â... Iâm a magic user from the northwest. I was trying to find the nearby village again, as I ran out of supplies for one of my garden spells. Iâve been traveling all day, but I seem to be lost.â
The man snorted a bit, dropping his hands at the same time that he raised an eyebrow, a grin coming to his lips. âThe village? The village is a day's trip from here. Must be a terrible liar, or one to forget that the village is a multiple day trip from wherever youâre coming from.âÂ
It hit you when he said the latter option. You had forgotten it was a multiple day walk, because last time you had help from another magic-user that lent you their broom. It had been a half day flight at your novice pace, but a two-day walk.Â
At seeing your shoulders slump, the man hesitated for a moment before starting to walk towards the cave. âCâmon. I can go one more night without shifting. Youâll owe me some gold though!âÂ
Your eyes widened at such an offer from the shifter, but as you watched him go past towards the cave, you felt a sense of relief. While staying the night with someone you just met for the first time wasnât the most ideal, being close to a dragon in your favor is the safest.
As you followed behind him, you asked, âWhat should I call you?âÂ
A hum followed, emerald eyes glancing behind to you. â.... Call me X for now.â
âX? What's with the nickname?âÂ
The grin returned. âWhat's the fun of giving you info you ask for the first time? You gotta work for it, just like youâll have to make a pretty good breakfast if you want me to give you a fly to the village tomorrow.âÂ
Oh boy⌠What had you gotten yourself into?
Toast
It had been a fairly quiet day at the bookshop. With the lack of customers, you had been able to tackle a good portion of the bookshop that you had been putting off since before you could remember.Â
The previous owner of the shop sold it to you after you had been the only worker there for years, and he had gotten tired of the maintenance that came with the mass of books. Luckily for you, you had your magic on your side, but magic could only do so much against the giant pile of disarrayed books in the far back corner. It seemed like every time you chipped away at it, it became worse.Â
At sundown now from coming in early that morning, you had been able to get most of the books out of the pile. Repairing damages of such books took just a tap of magic, but also required time, and so did setting them somewhere to be organized later into their already full sections. This also resulted in small stacks of books now being all over the shop. It made you sigh looking down the aisles to see them all about.Â
Just as you were thinking if maybe this called for the whole shop to be reorganized, the bell above the door rang. The small sound made you perk up from where you had moved behind the counter to sit for a break. You looked over to the door, shocked when you had to look a bit higher than usual to the very tall person who had come in.Â
âAh⌠are you still openâŚ? It looks like youâre cleaningâŚâ They furrowed their brows as they glanced around, and you felt embarrassment that a customer had to see your shop looking a bit like a twister had gone through it.Â
âOh yes! Iâm sorry for the mess, Iâm working on getting through a pile of damaged books, and didnât realize weâre so overstocked.âÂ
âOh, I see.â The personâs eyebrows eased, only to furrow again when turning and seeing you. His pale blue eyes seemed to assess you for a moment behind his round glasses, more confused than upset. âAre you the new owner? You donât look like that old man enough to be his family.âÂ
Surprised by such a direct question and assessment, you nodded. âI was the only worker of the old owner, and he sold it to me. Iâve had it only for a short time.âÂ
âI see.â They walked closer, glancing downward occasionally to make sure they didn't knock over any stacks of books, soft pink-blonde hair only kept back by the braid it was in. The closer they got, the more you had to crank your head back bit by bit, til they were on the other side of the counter. âCan I have your name?âÂ
âNo, you canât, but you can call me [Nickname].â The automatic response surprised both you and him, making him double take. For a moment he looked angry, but then his face started turning pink, anger changing out for embarrassment as he slowly put his head in his hands and bent over the counter.Â
âShit⌠Sorry, I didn't mean to ask it that way. Gods, that was so embarrassing, that's the first rule of asking people their names.â They grumbled before slowly lifting their head to look up to you. âIâm an elf, I promise, but I understand if you still donât trust me with your name.â
Your eyes widened, waving your hands. âNo no, it's okay! It's second nature for me to respond that way, donât worry.â
He slowly nodded, straightening up and clearing his throat as he looked away. âIâm an old customer. I havenât been here for a few decades, so I shouldâve suspected it would be bought or passed on to someone.âÂ
Decades? They didnât even look like they had hit 30 yet, the barest hint of stubble on their chin. It was always hard to remember that immortal beings could look so young for so long.Â
âI appreciate you coming back after so long. What brings you back after all this time?âÂ
âI had moved to a smaller village north of here, but Iâve read all their books in their shop. I was hoping you had some new ones by nowâŚâ He took another look around. âBut it looks like you need more help organizing.âÂ
You couldnât help but agree with them. At this pace, it would take you weeks to completely reorganize the whole shop to be able to fit the repaired books, even with your magic.Â
âWould⌠you be willing to help out?â At the raised eyebrows you received, you quickly spoke to attempt to explain. âIâm sorry to ask you when we just met, but I have no one else to help me, and you need books to read.âÂ
They looked at you like you were crazy â which, granted, you were when you had never met them before â for a moment before contemplating how much free reading it could mean to help out organize.Â
â....Alright. Iâll help.âÂ
#xyx blooming panic#blooming panic xyx#bloomic#blooming panic#blooming panic nakedtoaster#blooming panic au#fantasy au#dragon#elf#series
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guess what? i did another one of these <3
probably spent too much time on drawing these but oh well... really proud of how this one turned out!!!!
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#one of these days im gonna start au posting#me and toast love our silly lil aus so.... you know ^^#blooming panic#self shipper#celestialtoaster#my art#celestialdandyart#nakedtoaster#selfship#fictional other#f/o#s/i#f/o x s/i#yumeship#yumedanshi#yumeship template#selfship template#digital artist#digital art#bp nakedtoaster
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Blooming Panic Restaurant AU
Hello tumblr dot com, I'm hyperfixating, and I'm going to make it everyone's problem. Shout out to Blooming Panic, I love this game so much I'm going insane.
Anyway, I was at work today, and I had a thought(tm) about a Blooming Panic AU where they all work at a small restaurant together, and I can't stop thinking about it, so here's a rough outline of my thoughts.
Reader (LovelyLola): You work at a company near the restaurant. It opened a few years after you began working. At first, you didn't pay it much attention, but as hours got longer and work got harder, you couldn't find it in you to keep cooking every night. Eventually, you give in and check out the restaurant, and it's nice. The staff is cool and welcoming, the environment is calm, and the food is amazing. Your visits increased from once a month to once a week to almost every single day. You pop in after work all the time, and the staff now know you by name. They love you a lot, and they're constantly trying to get you to quit your job so you can work with them instead. With how much you've been working lately, you're almost tempted to do so.
Salocin: He's the originator and owner of the restaurant. He opened it with his first wife, and ran it by himself after her passing. When he remarried his current wife, she quit her job to help him with the restaurant, much to his enjoyment. He's close to retirement, and he plans on leaving the restaurant to the current manager. He's a kind and fun boss, but he can be strict when he wants to. Customers love him, and he knows all of his regulars by name. He's chatty and has a tendency to distract his employees with his chatting, but he does his best to hold back so they can work.
NakedToaster: They're the current manager. They have no clue Salo intends on leaving the restaurant to them after his retirement. He tends to sit in his office most of the time, usually doing paperwork and the like. He practically owns the place already with how much he does. He hates taking to customers, especially if they have an issue. Most of the time they'll ask for Quest or Xyx to handle complaints in their place, not wanting to deal with any drama. As a manager, they are a bit strict, but fair. He's good at handling conflicts between employees, and everyone puts a lot of trust in him.
Xyx: He's the all-arounder of the bunch. He's that one employee who is trained in every position, except for manager. Salo offered him a position as a manager, but he thought it would be too much office work, which is boring, so he declined. His favorite position is the kitchen, as it's the most fun for him. Serving and hosting are fine as well, but he hates when he gets annoying customers. They're fun to mess with, sure, but it gets repetitive after a while. He can definitely get on people's nerves sometimes, but he's a good worker overall. He's the one Toasty is most likely to call on when they need someone to deal with rude customers, as he knows how to tell them off without being outwardly rude.
Quest: In this au, he was still in a gang. However, Salo is the one who finds Quest after he gets out of prison. He offers him a job as a grill cook, which helps Quest get off the streets, The job also gives him a chance to begin his change, and soon enough he's become a completely different person. He's kind, if a bit awkward. His coworkers love him, and he makes excellent food. He's basically a giant softie now, even if he still looks intimidating. Speaking of which. he is absolutely the one everyone calls on to stop fights. He's the intimidation guy. He's never gotten physical with a customer, as everyone usually backs off at just his appearance alone. Besides that, it's rare for him to deal with customers since he works in the kitchen, but he does occasionally deal with a customer when Toasty isn't feeling up for it.
Nightowl: He's that one server who flirts with literally every customer in the hopes of getting a larger tip. Some people find him to be a bit much, but most people like him and do tip him big. He's working here so that he can save up to pay for grad school. His mom refused to help him since he decided on a major she did not approve of, so he has to pay his own way. It's a struggle, but Salo pays well and is flexible with scheduling. He's a genuinely great server, and some customers come back just for him. He has a lot of personal regulars. If they're short-staffed, he will also double as a host, but that's very rare.
Onionthief: He's the new manager-in-training. Since Salo is retiring soon, he decided that the restaurant could use a new manager. Toasty is training him, and he's doing very well so far. He's much stricter, but he's a good manager, and he's open to learning and adapting when needed. He does not get along with Owl very well since he doesn't agree with his methods on gaining tips, but he's learned to deal with it. He's never worked in a restaurant before, so he can come off a bit spoiled, and everyone definitely makes fun of him for it. He's learning to undo his biases of the service industry, and he's doing well. His favorite part of the job is telling off rude customers, as it lets him let off some steam.
BigLady: She also works in the kitchen. She's the cook who seems really sweet but is actually so chaotic. Quest and her are very different, but they work well together. Unless Xyx is in the kitchen, in which case Quest is screwed. Sometimes, if she sees a cute girl come in, she will purposefully take her break at the same time so that she can go flirt, even if she's only been working for 20 minutes. She's the best cook of the three, and her dishes are usually the ones that get the most praise. She has a tendency to come into work a bit hungover sometimes, but she's still a good worker for the most part.
June: She's the main hostess. She's fairly new, only working for about nine months, but she's a great worker. People love how bubbly she is, and she compliments everyone who walks through the door. Sometimes she can be a bit shy, especially when bigger groups come in, but she does her best. On occasion, she'll double up as a server, but it's pretty rare since the restaurant is pretty small. She is one of two part-timers, and works on her days off from school. She loves this job a lot, and she recommends it to any new friends she makes. She's also the type to get so excited when her friends show up to eat while she's on shift.
Two2: He's the newby of the group, and he's adorably awkward. Owl is training them as a server, and everyone absolutely adores them. They're the other part-timer along with June, and they became instant friends. He also looks up to Nightowl a lot since he's around him so much. Two works almost every night after school and on the weekends. He loves this job a lot, and he has so much fun with the staff. It's a bit intimidating being the youngest, especially when he's the only one not finished with high school, but they're all nice to him and treat them like a younger sibling.
And that's all I have for now. I'm not the best writer, but if anyone wants to see more, I'll see what I can do. I've been brainrotting for a few days over Blooming Panic, so I'd love to write more.
#blooming panic#lovelylola#nakedtoaster#xyx#nightowl#quest#nightowl blooming panic#quest blooming panic#salocin#biglady#june#june blooming panic#two2#onionthief#au#alternate universe#bloomic au
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MAFIA AU, brain gone // bogus printed // head gone i cant see
More references below cause friends gave me brain rot and freewill i need my braincells again please-
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Finally I've cranked out something new :') the inspo for this came from a post I saw that was college au for the bloomic crew (and I could not find again), and also me being back in school and fighting for my life. One of my longer fics that has been ruminating in my drafts like a fine pasta sauce
Hope yall enjoy <3
#peri writes#a03 link#ao3#original character#writing#fanfic#blooming panic#blooming panic nakedtoaster#nakedtoaster#x original character#college au#alternate universe
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notes: happy birthday toasty dude, i just. i think toaster should couple cosplay michel fata morgana. for me. (also grats toaster ur birthday is on patch day how freaking cute is that) They hold off on the usual coloring at your insistence. You bat your lashes, all sorts of ridiculous and beg them to be âyouâre white hair anime boy.â Toaster lets out a loose laugh at that, nervous and flattered all at once. ( âHoney, is it not enough to do cosplay matchies in ffxiv?â) Just a one time deal, because frankly, youâd be lost without the pink staining your bathroom sink and tower of Olaplex stacked for the shower. The pink fades from a soft sunset to a softer blonde, but Toaster still insists on getting it touched up at the salon, despite your insistence to let it be. âIâll love you white haired anime boy or not!â âRemember that when I make bad static glamour decisions.â Toaster says, kissing your temple. You kiss him back, waving him off with a smile. âDonât worry, I always blame Xyx for those.â . The white hair makes your breath catch. Toaster wraps his arms around you, their chin resting on your head. âSo Iâm your Michel, huh?â âWell, youâll always be my Toaster, first.â You clasp their hand tightly, and beam up at them. âBaby, itâs actually killer when youâre cute like that.â He groans, burying into your neck, pulling you closer on their lap, before you could say even more embarrassing things. Thereâs a cozy silence between you two, wrapped up and cuddled, till Toaster letâs out a sleepy mumble. âYouâre totally my Giselle.â
#MODERN AU RICH BOY SOFTWARE DEV MICHEL IS REAL LISTEN TOASTER TOASTER#nakedtoaster#blooming panic#bloomic#naked toaster#was gonna put a white hair scion joke#toasty with the estinien ponytail#someone please delight me#IM SORRY TOASTER I DO NOT READ UR TAG AS MUCH AND IT SHOWS :fuk:#my xyx blinders r so strong but toaster is such a sweetheart happy birthday bud#me toaster handshake at the amount of olaplex we both use#everything i write here is cringe n for me embarrassing bye
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Welcome !
I'm just a freak who thinks a little too much at night instead of sleeping... And just want to talk about it ! :D
Here are the main subjects I can talk about :
Genshin Impact :
Headcannons
Fanfictions
Theory(?)
Funny things that goes through my mind ig ?
Fnaf (mostly SB) :
Headcannons
Fanfictions
Lore (obv)
My Au's (sometimes)
And again funny things that pop up time to time ! :D
Blooming panic :
Headcannons
Fanfictions
Maybe some fanarts that I made
And who knows else..
Error 143 :
Headcannons
Fanfictions (Micah my bby<3)
Fanarts
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Obey me ! :
Headcannons
FAN-FIC-TION ( like fr i got SOOO much of these its impressing really)
Fanarts
And dumb stuff about the brothers
TMNT and ROTTMNT :
Headcannons
Maybe some fanfictions or some OS
Fanarts ?
And ideas that I got while adoring these incredible ninjas
And much more...
PS: It really depends on my mood and in which fandom I'm more into at that moment ^^''
Ok byeee ~~~ Hope to see u next time, and if you have questions pls feel free to ask :)
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nngh .... blooming panic voltron au ...... *shot on sight*
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TANGINA KAKAKITA KO LANG I FCUKING LOVE THEM PLEASE HELPPPP đđđđ
That moment when the person sitting across you is real cute
I put way too much energy into these jokes istg
#blooming panic#blooming panic xyx#bloomic xyx#blooming panic nakedtoaster#xyx#nakedtoaster#bloomic nakedtoaster#filipino highschool au#KUNG KAILAN WALA AKO SA BAHAY FEPOY AJFNSKDNS
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Ok new au Aris brainstorming is finally going somewhere me when I recruit an unstable 14 year old for the basically a supercomputer in her brain only to realize I actually just recruited two unstable 14 year olds
#rat rambles#eternal gales#au aris is gonna be the youngest of thr au antags and its going to Show#my main struggle in the past with au aris has been a struggle to find an antagonist aris concept that clicked with me#mainly because most of my options drew from aris' whole for the greater good attitude when it comes to doing questionable things thing#which is soooo fucking boring + even with that I just cant see that sort of aris just letting the others go as far as they do#my very first idea way back had a mad scientist thing going on but it made no sense and sucked#and I like uni as a character and a concept but in its old execution it just rubs me the wrong way#aka it just meshes poorly with aris being black I think#so attempt four with an aris thats actually present and has agency this time#uni is still going to exist but she and aris are gonna be sharing a body now#au aris is going to be less a propper angagonist and more so just a desperate kid#shes been through a hell of a time and is mostly just here because au bloom promised a way to undo the damage thats been done#she accepted in desperation but as time goes on and the initial panic starts to wear off she becomes more and more unsure abt her choice#and her situation only gets more stressful as she starts putting the peices in regard to what has been happening with uni#generally aris is the main person in the steering wheel but when au bloom needs uni to do smth that requires a lot more percicion she steps#back and lets uni have full control for a bit#but as time goes on uni ends up taking the wheel more and more which is already stressing au aris out a Lot#but everything starts to fall apart for the both of them once aris starts noticing uni's whole slowly becoming more comfortable with being#human now and as such having human emotions and such thing#its already a stressful enough time just sharing a body with someone let alone in a situation like this#they both have their own conflicted feelings on eachother but the one stresser they do share is being able to know theyre not alone in#their doubts abt the au antags because theres another guy who feels the same way right there and its validating in the most unwanted way#but hey on the bright side au aris gets to know why her eyes hurt all the time (uni's constant sobbing)#and once they start actually like. talking more. they find out how to let aris stick around while uni does stuff#which is actually pretty simple since usually uni is always partially in control anyways#so ok since Im keeping a similar origin for them with aris falling in goop rip Ive been thinking of design shit I could do#so Ive been thinking that I wanna make her look more like an incomplete repair from the incident yknow?#with a semi arm thats still mostly goop because uni never was able to properly repair it#and Ive reached the tag limit so uh uni is the only one who can control the arm so she is usally there to use it ok bye
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pairing. sub!werewolf!toji fushiguro x dom!gn!reader
synopsis. stories and fables always warn of the big bad wolf, but personally, you think he makes quite a cute pet.
content. PORN WITH PLOT YAYY, no curses/modern/alternate magic au, bratty asf sub!toji, mean dom!reader, reader is super strong and beats tojiâs ass lol, canon-typical violence, cigarette smoking, outdoor sex, degradation, brat-taming, mild pet play, shoe humping, cock stepping, pain kink, s/m dynamic, handjob, edging, pet (?) names (darling, sweetheart [receiving; condescendingly] + pup, puppy, puppy dog [giving; also condescendingly]), anal fingering, spit and cum as lube, spanking, reader refers to themself as âmasterâ once, morally grey + dubcon ending
notes. finally finished!! thank you for your patience til now :,) this fic kinda ran away from me while i was writing it so itâs different to what i initially planned but hopefully people are still into it. also itâs my first time writing toji so i hope i did him justice!! anyway, please consider reblogging if you enjoy<3
wc. 9.2k
The footsteps started when you were about halfway home.
In sync with yours. Heavy yet carefully quiet, faint but noticeable, at least to someone who goes on walks in the woods as often as you. Human, as well â too calculated not to be â and someone with a broader gait, by the sounds of it.
After a few moments of inner-debate, you stop. The footsteps stop too.
Your eyes swiftly scan your surroundings. Nothing â but you keep your guard up as you slip a cigarette out of the tin in your coatâs breast pocket, then a lighter from your trouser pocket. Between your lips, you rest the cigarette and cup your hand over the lighterâs flame. Its warmth is intimate against your cold skin, in both its temperature and familiarity. The thin misty stem of scorched tobacco blooms in the air.
You absentmindedly dig a little divot in the dirt with the tip of your shoe, and chance another curt look around you, but still nothing. Minutes tick by and eventually you decide to resume your walking, though at a more leisurely pace this time. And as you do so, those footsteps return â tenfold. Soft, distant taps turn into violent hits against the earth. Nearer and nearer they draw, but you keep facing forward, not a stutter in your step or a falter in the lazy in and out of smoke.
Until a looming presence enters your peripheral vision.
A blur is your only warning. Then an arm cinches around your throat.
You jab your lit cigarette into the manâs arm. A raspy, âSon of a bitch,â puffs into your ear, but he doesnât let go.
Okay. Donât panic. Focus.
You try again. Spread your stance. Secure your grip. Jump, legs in the air, and throw yourself back down. His body hunches over yours. You propel back up. Hurl him over your back.
He grunts as his body slams the ground. You rush to immobilise him. He manoeuvres out of the way.
Back on his feet in seconds, heâs already charging at you. Too fast for you to dodge. You block with your arms. His fist lands like a nuclear bomb. Pure power. All at once. Leaves aftershocks like an earthquake. But still, you stay standing.
Your assailant huffs, something that sounds both pissed off and surprised, before he directs another attack. Straight for your torso.
You catch his wrist and twist it. He thrusts a leg out at your feet.
The forest around you flips upside down. Your back and the ground collide. Pain in your spine. A shadow above you. Weight on your hips. Pressure around your neck.
You grip one of your attackerâs arms. Pivot your feet round his legs. Ram your pelvis upward.
Your vision carousels. Youâre on top of him. He pushes you off.
On your feet. Both of you.
A narrow miss, the edge of his knuckles swiping past your temple.
You leap back. He surges forward.
You attack before he does â a roundhouse kick to his face.
The assailantâs head spins ninety degrees. He brings a hand up to his nose, sharply inhaling as he touches it, before turning back to you.
He swings again. You knock it away. Strike his diaphragm. Then his skull.
He doubles over. You double down. Spear your knee into his face. Once. Twice. Three times. Full force, no respite. You aim for his diaphragm again with the heel of your foot.
He stumbles backwards and hits a tree. His body slumps to the ground.
He goes to get up. You pin your shoe to his sternum and shove him back. âStay down.â You lean forward, his rib cage fighting against the compression. âWho are you? Why are you attacking me?â
Blood oozes down his chin from his nose. âWhy dâya think Iâd tell you anything?â
You answer with a backhanded smack across his face.
He coughs at the impact and spits out the blood in his mouth. âFeisty, arenât ya?â His lips stretch into a vengeful smile, laying bare his orange-stained teeth.
Thatâs when you notice a distinguishable scar, thick and ridged, spliced through his lip. Next, his teeth â tapered, dog-like. Then the pointy mammal ears sticking out of his hair, the furry black tail resting beside himâŚ
Thereâs no doubt in your mind. Itâs him. World renowned assassin: Hellhound, the Sorcerer Killer. Half-man, half-wolf; rumoured to be the only one of his kind. Willing to do anything for the right price is his motto. Until now, youâve only ever heard of him, but now that youâre face to face⌠Well, he certainly looks the part, but if he was really as good as people say he is, your current positions would likely be reversed.
âI take it my reputation precedes me?â Toji pipes up cockily, apparently picking up on the recognition in your stare.
You avoid the question, lest it feeds the ego that is undoubtedly big enough already. âHow much are you getting paid?â
Toji wipes the blood under his nose and looks up at you. âNot enough to be dealing with all this, thaâs for sure,â he remarks snidely.
You fold your arms across your chest. âThen Iâm sure you wonât mind giving me the details of your employer.â
âNah,â Toji argues back with slitted eyes and a chin angled up arrogantly. âAfraid Iâm bound by contract, sweetheart.â
You smack him again, but all it does is garner a chuckle.
âIf slapping meâs as far as youâre willinâ to go to get me to talk,â Toji scoffs before gazing up at you, âthen weâre gonna be here a while, darlinâ.â
Eyes narrowed, you contemplate other courses of action, different methods of both torture and persuasion.
As if embracing his current position, Toji rests back against the tree, casual despite the circumstances being everything but. âLook. Youâre not gonna get me to rat out my client, alright? So unless you wanna start talking numbers, I suggest you just giveââ
Your boot stomps down on Tojiâs groine.
His jaw drops open and an almost inaudible moan spills out. âAh⌠fuck.â
Not quite the reaction you were going for. Still, you curiously lean your leg forward, pressing the sole of your shoe down harder against Tojiâs crotch. His head slumps forward, dark hair curtaining over his eyes. A barely-suppressed groan finds its way out of him.
âNo way,â you breathe, incredulous. âYou like this, donât you?â You stifle a laugh. âWhat, not every day you get your ass handed to you, huh? I bet you didnât even know you were into this.â
He peers up at you, grin flashing like a switchblade. âDonât act like youâre any better.â
âOh, I donât have to act like it.â You roll your foot around in focused circles, watching how Tojiâs breath gets heavier with each one. Your silhouette towers over him, tall and proud; carving its shape into the veil of moonlight behind you. All your features melt away in the shadows draped over your face â all except your smile, which perseveres with deadly determination and even deadlier teeth. Theyâre not anything special, sure; they donât hold a light to Tojiâs, yet they instil a sense of unease that someone of his size and strength and species is entirely unfamiliar with. And as he watches your tongue glide across the edge of them, shining and sinister, he realises that maybe itâs not the teeth themselves that are the threat. Maybe itâs what lies behind them; the person they belong to, who is staring down at him like a tiger eyeing a pound of flesh.
âYouâre the one whose pitiful dick is under my boot right now, after all.â
Matted black ears tuck back against his head, just as any cornered animalâs might, as Toji scowls up at you. âShut up. You have no idea what youâre dealing with.â
You look him up and down, from the tips of his twitchy ears to the bottom of his fluffy tail. The pinkening of his cheeks, his glossy eyes staring up at you. Puppylike. âIâd say I have a pretty good idea actually,â you say, holding in a giggle.
Toji snarls. âIâm warning yâŚâ A breathy moan slips past his defences, so delicate youâd never suspect it could come from a man as big and burly as him. âFuckâ fuck you. If youâre gonna touch me, at least do it properly, you fucking⌠coward.â
His glare melts into scrunched eyebrows and squeezed-shut eyes as you sink more pressure onto his cock.
âWhy would I do that? You seem to be enjoying yourself just fine like this,â you tease, and follow it with a quickened but not yet fast pace; something steady enough to not be teasing but slow enough to keep him wanting.
Toji growls. âBastard,â he spits, but the wordâs intention is lost in the air that flutters around it, turning it soft and feeble as his jaw quivers. Another brief second of honesty, a momentary crack in his composure, but that locked jaw returns as soon as Toji notices it. The look on his face is unchanged, but youâre not sure if itâs because he truly believes heâll come out on top by the end of this, or if heâs just waiting for you to prove youâre worthy of his surrender.
âItâs not enough,â he pants out. His hands clench into fists around the soil he sits in as his hips move against your shoe. Itâs still not discreet enough to go unnoticed by you â though you opt to avoid mentioning it, in favour of continuing down the path of opportunity heâs already opened up for you with his response.
âNo, I think it is,â you insist, syncing your footâs movements to Tojiâs hips. Already so lost in the moment, he doesnât even realise it. âI think you could cum just like this, riding my shoe like a worthless whore.â
Clawed fingers and calloused palms constrict around your calf. The tightness of his grip gives the impression that heâs trying to stop you, but you can feel the way he uses it to meet his grinding motions.
Itâs quite the show, really. A man â a beast â like Toji, beneath you in such a way, with his eyes closed in oblivious concentration, his lips parted ever so slightly and his strained breaths hot against your shin. Dark lashes on rosy cheeks. Hair swept across his eyes, shifting with every movement.
Itâs too bad it canât last.
What you said certainly implies that you plan to make him finish like this, but all it really is is a trap. No beast can truly resist temptation, after all, and Toji is no different. Heâll pretend to hate every second of this, but there is no denying that the only reason youâve gotten this far is because he wants it. Desperately. Carnally. He might scowl at your degrading words, but in the end, he chases after the promise thatâs whispered over their shoulder, the promise that he longs for so deeply that he doesnât realise its hushed voice is really his own in disguise.
You rake your fingers through his hair, collecting sweat and the strands obscuring his face into a fist. A yank drags his face into the moonlight, and a groan from his throat. âAlright, thatâs enough,â you declare, the words cutting and final. âGet off me, fleabag.â
Tojiâs lip curls up in a snarl and his canines gleam beneath the pale skin. âThe fuck dâya mean âthatâs enoughâ?â
You scoff. âExactly that.â Darkness drips over Tojiâs face as you lean over him. âNow get off of me before I fucking make you.â
For a second, you think youâll need to repeat yourself one more time â his eyes are narrowed and his lips pursed, a look of reluctance if youâve ever seen it â but then the hands around your leg loosen, until all thatâs left behind is the autumn breeze against the lingering imprint of his warm palms. The grin you find yourself wearing is so wide you feel your teeth pressing through your lips. A bratâs obedience, no matter how small, is always a victory worth celebrating.
âSo what now?â Toji sighs and leans back on his hands, legs still spread. Boredom sculpts his features, but the colour in his cheeks betrays his façade. Try as he might, heâs not nearly as good at hiding his true desires as he thinks. And when you only smile in response, he raises an eyebrow. âWell?â A scarred hand confidently slides down to the space between his thighs, the thick fingers parting and tracing the silhouette of his hard cock. Wolfish fangs pull at his bottom lip and a harsh breath rushes out through his nose. âYou just gonna stand there⌠or are you gonna come and finish what you started?â
You lean your weight back, arms folded across your chest, and chuckle. âI canât really win, can I?â you say with playful resignation. âEither way, youâll enjoy it.â
He grins â the kind of shit-eating grin thatâs designed to scorch your nerves down to their roots. Whether thatâs a good or a bad kind of sensation depends entirely on the person. In Tojiâs case? Itâs somehow both.
âBetter make your choice quick then,â Toji remarks, his tone equal parts raspy and sultry. âIf ya donât hurry, Iâll just finish myself off right here and now.â The tip of his tongue peeks out between his sharp moonlit teeth, mirroring your action from before.
You snicker and give him a pitied once-over. âDarling, I assure you thatâs not the threat you think it is.â
Furry ears jerk in place as Toji sucks his teeth. âGet down here and suck my cock before I rip your throat out then.â The words tumble out of him like heâs rushing to get them out â evidence of his growing desperation, or perhaps of his courage, waning in the imminent promise of consequence.
âThere,â he says with finality, lips stretched into a half-cocky, half-frustrated snarl. ââThat threateninâ enough for ya now, bitch?â
You swiftly snatch his face up in one hand and Toji flinches â just a split-second scrunch of his eyes, but itâs enough to tell you caught him off guard. Youâre not really acting out of anger so much as greed though; craving and chasing after those tiny yet monumentally satisfying slip-ups in his reactions. âYou are awful mouthy for some dog that was humping my foot until a minute ago.â
âYeah, and?â he barks back, with enough gall to still be smiling against your palm. âWhat are you gonna do about it, huh?â
Suppressing another laugh, you draw closer to him; not quite eye-level, just ever so slightly elevated. âYou know, itâd be kind of cute how badly you want me to fuck you if you werenât so fucking insufferable about it.â Your nails, though blunt in comparison to Tojiâs claws, carve impressive crescents into his skin under the force of your tensed fingers. âBut donât forget that youâre below me, mutt. I can stop any time. I can go home and never think about you again, but you?â You laugh through your nose and push his skull into the bark of the tree behind him. A clawed hand clamps around your wrist, but you donât move an inch. âYouâll be the one jerking off in the middle of a fucking forest, like some filthy creep, fantasising about all the things I didnât do to you but could have had you just stopped being a brat for one goddamn second.â
An airy breath leaves you, charged with equal parts exasperation and glee and resulting in something akin to a laugh. The mockery behind the noise fails to affect Toji, however. Those night-black ears remain flat against his skull, and those indigo eyes remain glaring at you, but the tightly-sealed lips below them tell you heâs biting his tongue â figuratively, though perhaps also literally. It doesnât seem too far of a stretch to assume heâd go to such lengths to keep from arguing back, after all.
You smooth your free hand over your hair and readjust the grip of the other on Tojiâs face. He grunts at the action, but those lips donât budge, not even a twitch. The silence that follows is unfamiliar, but not completely unwelcome. Even rewarding, in a way.
âSo whatâs it gonna be, puppy dog?â you ask lazily, though not without that telltale flicker of amusement in your voice. âAre you gonna be a good boy?â You tilt your head and smirk. âOr would you prefer to jizz here in the dirt with just your hand and imagination like a pathetic loser instead?â
You feel how he grinds his teeth, that slow mechanical shift of his jaw and the muffled chalky sound of bone grating against bone in his mouth. Curiosity beckons you to wonder whatâs going on inside that head of his; what words heâs rummaging through his mind for, what kind of responses heâs drafting and redrafting, if any at all. What does a beast of his calibre have to say to a lowly human like you, daring to tame and subdue him?
In the darkness below your form, you catch a cautionary rise and fall of his hips. Just one small short nudge of his pelvis, forwards then back again. And before you can comment on it, Toji speaks, low and not entirely begrudgingly:
âPut me in my place then.â
Immediately, your lips slide into a smile, but you restrain from getting too excited just yet. âIs that an order? Or a plea?â
Midnight eyes dart away from yours; no words follow.
âWell? Answer me,â you snap at him. âYou can do it now or I can just leave, remember? Either option is fine by me.â
Toji groans. âItâs⌠Iâmâ Iâm asking.â He sighs heavily and the hand around your wrist loosens, twitches. He still refuses to look at you amidst this all, it seems. But you wait some more, let the silence linger a little longer, just in case.
He sighs again. Still doesnât look at you, but a quiet little, âPlease,â squeezes through gritted teeth.
âCan I get that in a full sentence?â you say, polite enough to seem genuine at first, but paired with that condescending grin of yours, itâs not at all convincing. âI just want to be sure Iâm understanding you correctly.â
Tojiâs eyes finally return to yours. âYouâre pushing your fucking luck,â he growls.
âOh, I am? Iâm pushing my luck?â You pause, but not to let him answer; on your face is a look that tells him heâs the one pushing his luck, that heâs misstepped â and should take that step back before he regrets it. âSorry, whoâs doing who a favour by being here, again?â Youâre no longer smiling, but the condescension in your tone remains. âRemind me because I seem to have forgotten.â
His eyes flick away and youâre met instead with the silence you have grown somewhat fond of.
Then, eventually: âYou,â he answers and his Adamâs apple bumps against your wrist as he swallows. âI want you toâŚâ He hesitates, tense neck muscles relaxing in your hand, eyes closing, pressing shut. Hard. Reluctant, even now.
âTo put me in my place⌠Please.â
A sickeningly delighted snicker escapes your throat. âWell done, puppy,â you praise, giving a few patronising pats to his cheek, making Toji flinch, before you let go of his face. âI knew you could do it! Whoâs a good boy?â You ruffle his hair alongside your fake coo to rub salt into his wounded ego.
Toji sucks his teeth, refusing to give you the satisfaction of anything other than that as a reaction to your satirical tease. You just hum to yourself gleefully. Youâre happy either way â you have him right where you want him, after all.
You stand up straight, returning to your position above him. âAlright. Be a doll and take your pants off for me.â
A scarred lip tugs up toward his cheekbone, canine teeth peering out. âNo âpleaseâ?â
Easy as that, the cheerful expression on your face distils into stone cold eyes and unmoving lips, leaving the wordless air to speak for you. Briskly after, Toji begins sliding off his black pants until they bunch up at his ankles. He looks up at you. âWant my shoes off too, perv?â he jokes, proudly grinning.
Ignoring him, you step over his legs, so your feet are either side of them, then sit down. His thighs squirm under you.
âUh, whatââ
âBe quiet,â you demand.
And for once, Toji does so without further hesitation or questioning.
Your fingertips trail down his torso, his skin spasming under the fabric of his t-shirt at the featherlight contact. Down his chest, stomach, navel, catching on the waistband of his underwear, passing over it. Fingers dance and butterfly around the outline of his cock and back again. Slow and gentle but purposeful touches. His chest stutters, his abdominal muscles contract. You continue, motions repeating in hypnotic succession of one another like shifting waves. The thighs beneath you begin to fidget again.
âStay still,â you say with a pointed look.
A restrained groan. âWhen are you gonnaââ
âWhenever I damn well feel like it,â you scold, âbut not at all if you donât watch yourself.â You make sure to give him another sharp glare before you resume.
Elastic gives under the pull of your fingers and glides down his hips until they tuck under his balls. Cool air envelopes his cock and yanks a hiss out from between Tojiâs teeth. Your fingers spread again, over the exposed tip, then back again to paint small circles around the wet slit.
A blunt thump brings your attention to Tojiâs face, where the foliage above projects its fragile forms onto it. His head is tilted back against the tree behind him, mussed furry ears flush against the bark and restlessness manipulating the rest of his features. The shameless clarity of his struggle fans the flames of your excitement.
Your fingers change shape again and wrap loosely around Tojiâs length. The edge of a harsh sigh catches on the ends of your hair, brushing it up as you move your hand down, and up, then down again. The writhing of his thighs dominoes into his hips, which jump up, seemingly involuntarily.
Just this once, you choose not to indulge in your own selfish enjoyment â as a reward for his almost exclusively obedient behaviour since you began touching him â and mercifully grant Toji the relief of your whole hand, curling it to fit around the shape of his dick. A half-cut-off gasp unfolds in the space between you, but nothing more. You smile nonetheless. âDoes that feel good?â
Tojiâs head adjusts against the tree, eyelids pinching and tightening. âWhat kinda question is that? Fâcourse it does.â
You hum. âJust wanted to make sure youâre still responsive.â
Toji opens his eyes, hooded but still catching the moonlight, to flash you a confident look. âYou wonât break me that easily.â
Yet his self-assured tone cracks when you suddenly tighten your grip around him and hasten your pace.
âWait, donâtâ not that fastââ He gasps and reaches for your wrist, but you swat it away. You change the pace again, and again. Soft, hard, slow, quick. And all Toji can do is mutter expletives and squeeze his fists around handfuls of dirt.
âIâm⌠close,â Toji warns breathily.
âReally?â you snort. Granted, youâd teased him for a while before this, but youâre still shocked. He must have been more into this than even you had noticed. âYou must be popular in the bedroom, huh?â you quip. âThey call you Two-Minute-Toji?â
Thick eyebrows furrow as a half-hearted snarl seeps out from Tojiâs lips. âGod, do you ever shutââ He moans and grabs at your thighs, the tips of his claws piercing through your clothing. âIâm gonna cum, oh, fuckââ
Your touch vanishes before Tojiâs words can come true, allowing you to watch the ecstasy melt off his face in real time. A series of emotions pass through in its place: first confusion, then realisation until, finally, disappointment. Outrage. Desperation.
Maybe youâre just sadistic, but you find it to be a good look on him.
In the spur of the moment, Toji attempts to finish what you so cruelly and prematurely left incomplete, but you capture his wrists and raise up on your knees to pin them above his head.
âShit!â he exclaims, wide chest still sinking and swelling from his near-high. âWhat the fuckâs your problem? Whyâd you stop?â
Exactly the kind of response youâd expected, of course. An entirely reasonable one at that, but still â youâre unable to fend off the smirk that grows at the sight of it. This is just the start, and heâs already so upset? Shivers take over you at the thought of how unprepared he is for the torture to come.
âYou made me work for what I want. Itâs only fair I get to do the same to you,â you explain matter-of-factly. âAnd the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be.â
Tojiâs ears flap with vexation; youâre sure he only means to be angry, but to you, he resembles a sulking puppy.
You release his hands and move them to his shoulders. âSo hereâs how this is gonna go,â you start cheerily. âWhen youâre close, you tell me. Donât, and Iâll ruin your beloved orgasm, right then and there!â You pinch his cheek in a faux-flirty way. âGot that, my little mutt?â
Toji frowns with something like judgement. âWhat sort of sick game is this?â
âDoes it really matter so long as you cum at the end?â you counter, but Toji remains unconvinced.
ââCourse it does,â he replies. âWhatâs the point in making me wait if I can have it now?â
Such simplistic, almost childlike logic; it makes you giggle. âThe point is a little thing called delayed gratification,â you say in that typical patronising tone, the one that Toji has become so dreadfully accustomed to.
âDelayed for who?â He eyes you, up and down. âYouâre loving every second of this.â
You giggle again. âOh, come on,â you beckon. âDonât you want to know how good it feels?â One of your hands drops down his torso and Tojiâs eyes follow just in time to see it curl its fingers around the drooling head of his cock. âBeing denied over and over, that tension building higher and higher each timeâŚâ His jaw quivers when you slowly twist your wrist. âHow sensitive you get, how desperateâŚâ You drag and pull. Twist again. âAnd the rush of not knowing if this time youâll get to cumâŚâ
Toji grunts as his dick slaps against his stomach.
âOr be denied again!â Your laugh then is inevitable, but still it feels too sweet and innocent of a sound, given the cause of it is a manâs torment.
âOkay, enough. Youâve made your point,â Toji says in a flurry, before you can add anything else. âStop talking and justâŚâ You hear him swallow and study the way it makes the muscles of his neck ripple. âShow me.â
Those two words are the starting pistol to your well-earned entertainment â and Tojiâs well-deserved misery. Your experienced and adaptable hands, paired with your watchful eyes and insatiable desire to inflict suffering, make for a dangerous concoction. And the fact that Toji is oblivious to that knowledge just makes the thrill of it all the more invigorating. Still, you pace yourself; remind yourself that patience may be bitter, but its fruit is sweet and lies waiting for you. Time is the least of your worries and the forest around you topples amidst the routine youâve choreographed for you both. You work him up, soaking in his helplessness, and pull the floor out from under him when heâs at his most vulnerable, watching how that helplessness snowballs and the cycle repeats; watching him groan, gasp, whimper and curse under his breath. Like a feline playing with its food, you relish every moment of it, all while dreaming of how good it will taste once you finally feast.
âClose, so close, so close,â Toji mumbles. âMâgonna cumââ
Your hand jolts away from his dripping cock and with it, Tojiâs hips buck up so hard, so desperately, that your knees lose contact with the ground for a second.
âHow many times is that now?â you ask. You already know how many, you just want to make him say it.
Body slack against the tree, Tojiâs eyes blink slowly at you. âFâfour,â he says with a weak wince. âFuck. When are you gonna let me cum?â
You make a contemplative noise. âI donât know,â you say as you boredly doodle patterns on Tojiâs shirt. âMaybe after⌠four or five more times?â
âYouâre fucking joking,â Toji chokes out in disbelief, but that sincere gleam in your eyes stays. He runs a palm down his face. You donât miss the way his tinted face saturates. âThatâsâ nine times? Are you crazy? Thatâs notââ His throat feels like itâs all dried up. He steadies his voice. âThereâs⌠no way Iâm waiting that long.â
âNo?â you echo, your eyebrows raised. âIs it too much to handle for Two-Minute-Toji?â
âOh, fuck off,â Toji hisses. âItâs nothing to do with me. Youâre just insane.â
So defensive, you think, amused, but donât let it show. Instead, you sit back thoughtfully. âI guess you have a point,â you agree. Meanwhile, your hands gain a mind of their own, caressing his hips, abdomen, inner thighs; brushing up against his dick every so often. âFour times is already quite a lotâŚâ Finally, your gaze falls to your unforgiving fingers, where youâve been toying at the cusp of Tojiâs composure. âJust one more then,â you compromise and glimpse at Toji.
He doesnât hide the irritated noise he makes at your offer, but he does think twice about his instinctual reply â which ends up being futile, since he chooses to say it anyway.
âYouâre delusional if you think Iâll agree to that.â
You tilt your head and blink at him. âSo⌠you want to cum now, is what youâre saying?â you ask, and Toji opens his mouth to answer but you suddenly grab his cock with a tight fist â and not the pleasurable kind. His jaw clamps shut, a slice of whistling air rushing in through his teeth. A paw-like hand whips out next, attempting to get rid of yours, but you slap it away and use your other hand to engulf the head of his cock in just as cruel a hold.
âWould cumming now make the spoiled mutt happy?â you mock.
His attempts to remove your hands persist, but each time you just push him away and squeeze harder. âAh, shit, that fuckingâ hurts, you asshole! Let goââ
âAnswer the question first,â you say sternly.
Tojiâs thighs are thrashing now, and his hands have resorted to clinging onto your arms. His breaths leave him as hard as if he was on the verge of climax; the irony makes you laugh inwardly.
âFuck, fine,â Toji heaves. âYes, yes I want to cum now. Let me cum. Please.â
You keep your hands on him for a second longer than probably necessary before finally letting go. âThat wasnât so hard, was it?â you say with a grin.
Talking back again crosses Tojiâs mind, but he thinks better of it. âWhatever. Just⌠get on with it already.â
As with the previous four times, getting him to the edge again doesnât take long. Especially since now youâre armed with the knowledge of where heâs most sensitive, what he likes best and how much to do of each to get the most debauched sounds out of him. You have him panting and rolling his hips in time with your hands in just a few short minutes. One hand on your shoulder, the other carving gashes into a tree root bulging out of the soil; a reminder of Toji Fushiguroâs monstrous nature.
Itâs easy to forget youâre taming a beast when heâs so pathetic all of the time.
âAh, ah, Iâm close,â Toji moans. His knuckles go taut-white, then relax, then repeat. In the throes of pleasure, his baritone voice has softened into something lighter. âFâfuck, Iâm gonna cum! I wanâ I wanna cum!â
The next upward stroke of your hand slides the rest of the way off, yet again depriving Toji of the orgasm he keeps chasing. In its absence, the reddened tip of his cock drools a drop of precum.
Toji shouts, gravelly and breathless, into the open air. âNo! No, whatâ what the fuck?!â There seems to be a wetness in his eyes, but you think it could just be a trick of the light. âYou⌠you said youâd let me cum this time!â
âDid I say that?â you muse â recalling very vividly, in fact, that you conveniently never said those words. Whether or not that was on purpose is anybodyâs guess, since you doubt Tojiâs foggy brain remembers such semantics. âI donât think I did.â
Toji scowls at you, but his aggravation runs off of you like water on a duckâs back; you canât take him too seriously when his face is so flushed, cheeks practically aglow with colour and slowly spreading down his neck. A quick tongue swipes over his lips, which have gone dry from the progressively increasing frequency of open-mouthed noises.
Out of something akin to instinct or impulse, you find yourself leaning in â close. Until youâre brushing noses, lips only inches from each other, sharing the same breath of air. Silver-blue eyes flick down your face and linger a little too long to be accidental.
You pull away, laughing.
âYou are way too fun to toy with,â you mutter, more to yourself than to Toji before looking up at him. âDid you think I was gonna kiss you just then?â
âNo,â Toji sputters out, appearing offended that you would even think such a thing. âIâd bite your tongue off if you tried.â
His threat only makes you chuckle. âWeâll see how much longer you can keep up that attitude,â you say, scrunching up the front of his t-shirt in your fist, âonce Iâm through with you.â
Your lips collide so immediately that you almost donât realise Toji is the one to close the final rift of space between you. Like a volatile chemical reaction, the kiss escalates. Potent, rabid, vulgar. Animalistic. Teeth nip at flesh, blood and saliva blend and smear down chins.
At the same time, your hand occupies itself with the same delectable song and dance youâve come to know so well. The prelude â an open palm, skimming across the head of Tojiâs cock; a dainty back and forth, like a bow across violin strings, and Tojiâs noises a melody writing itself on your lips. You steer the flow of his sound like a conductor with a symphony, building the bridge, climbing towards the chorus, the crescendo just in sight⌠Then with a flourish, it all descends back down again, hushed into a temporary interlude, before ebbing into a reprise. Over and over, you play this orchestrated tune; over and over and over, until each note has been played to its fullest and rang out into silence.
Eventually, you get up.
Left in your wake, beneath you, Toji is a mess of the man he was. Eyes glazed over. Lips pink and damp. Cock blushing, slick, swollen. Hips jumping in search of relief. It took denying him almost ten times, but regardless, heâs all yours now. Pliant and at your mercy, like a common prey animal.
âRoll over, boy,â you say, just like you would to an actual dog, as you make a circling gesture with your finger. âI want you on your hands and knees.â You tap his bare thigh with the side of your shoe. âGo on. Hands and knees. Like a good little dog.â
Shakily, Toji turns around. Soil pools around his knees where they sink. One hand wraps around that same scratched up root from before, the other braces against the base of the tree. His head hangs limp between his shoulders.
You kneel behind him and tug his underwear down his toned thighs. Goosebumps multiply over Tojiâs exposed skin, first at the breeze that briefly grazes it, next at the fingers that replace it. Both your hands span out across the expanse of Tojiâs ass, a soothing sensation against the goosebumps despite being so foreign to him. Your thumbs wander away from the rest of your fingers and toward the patch of skin between his tail and the base of his spine. Experimentally, the pads of your thumbs grind down into it.
Toji makes a noise that could arguably be classified as a yelp and his tail bushes up, almost hitting you in the face with how skittishly it swings out.
âWâwatch it,â Toji whinges. âDonât be so rough.â
âOh? Is it sensitive?â you taunt.
Even now, on all fours with his bare ass in front of you, the embers of Tojiâs pride prevent him from admitting even the slightest implications of weakness. You, however, are no stranger to such behaviour, and do not let it deter you from your goal.
Your thumbs continue wandering, dipping below his tail. They rotate inward, pulling apart the thick meat of his ass to reveal a soft, puckered hole. You succumb to temptation and prod at it. It tenses, along with the rest of Tojiâs muscles.
Toji turns his head over his shoulder. âWhat are you doing?â he breathes, almost sounding worried or angry, definitely trying to sound assertive â but you can tell heâs more nervous than anything. Flustered, even.
You pause. âDo you want me to stop?â
His features contort, as if perplexed. âItâs weird.â He turns back around. âDonât even know why you would wanna touch back there.â
The reason is simple to you. âBecause it feels good.â Thoughtlessly, you knead your thumb against the virgin hole, observing how it clenches, as if inviting you in. âInside, I mean,â you clarify.
âInsâ inside?â Toji repeats, like the concept is unfathomable to him. âLike, inside ofâ me?â
âYeah,â you deadpan, though, admittedly, you are somewhat entertained. Perhaps he truly is so oblivious that it skews his logical thinking, but you suspect that the true cause is the lust that clouds his mind. Whether from his need for release or from a late-onset sexual epiphany, you find it almost endearing how naĂŻve and innocent his response makes him seem. âSo⌠Can I keep going?â
âUhâŚâ Toji, subconsciously, it seems, arches his back ever so slightly in your direction. âYeah, okay,â he mutters.
âIn that case,â you usher and place a hand between his shoulder blades, âlower your chest for me some more.â
With the sheer density of muscle fibre beneath your fingertips alone, those defined contours mapped out across his broad back, visible even through his clothes, you expect some resistance â but he gives like freshly fallen snow, without so much as a groan of indignation, and yields his form until heâs flush with the ground.
In this position, he opens up on his own. Hole lewdly exposed, as if presenting to you. His tail hangs over it, out of humiliation or to protect his dignity you assume, but with one simple order, you have Toji holding it out of the way for you, making him appear even more pathetic.
Leaning over him, you trickle some saliva onto Tojiâs hole. It spasms as the fluid lands on it.
âDid you just spit onââ Toji cuts himself off with an exasperated sigh. âThatâs⌠fucking disgusting.â
âYour tail seems to think otherwise,â you retort, referring to how the appendage subtly wags.
Toji buries his face in the crook of one arm. âThat thingâs got a mind of its own.â
Ever so slightly poking out over the top of his bicep, however, is the scarlet tip of one ear.
You chuckle. âSure.â
With that, you run a fingertip through the slimy fluid, collecting it from where it started dripping down his taint and spreading it out. Tentatively, you nudge your finger inside. The muscle clenches at the breach.
âRelax,â you tell Toji.
He grunts. âWhat do you think Iâm tryna do?â
A rare streak of sympathy has your other hand reaching down to Tojiâs cock and planting a few distracting touches. Slowly, the stiffness around your finger eases up, and steadily, you push past each knuckle until itâs seamlessly tucked away inside.
âHow much longerâŚâ A soft moan reverberates in the back of Tojiâs throat as your finger pulls out of him. ââTâtil I can cum?â
You hum and give a few slothful pumps. âBetween two minutes and two hours.â Tojiâs subsequent groan of protest makes your smile stretch out like a cat. âWhy? Youâre not at your limit, are you?â
âYou kidding? I couldââ You sneak another finger on the next slide in and Toji shudders, gulps. âI could do this all day,â he finishes quietly.
The hand on his dick stops its task momentarily to lather Tojiâs precum over your two fingers. You scissor them attentively, observing Tojiâs facial reactions; as much as you can, at least, given heâs concealing them. Luckily, though, it seems you wonât need them anyway, with how the rest of his body is uncovering all those secrets for him â the fingers around his tail flexing, hips rocking back against your fingers, dick leaking incessantly despite your minimal touches. To think heâs already so weak to his lustful desires when you havenât even skirted that particular place inside him; the one youâve intentionally been avoiding.
âAre you sure you can take any more?â you tease. âIt seems to me likeââ
âI can take whatever you give me,â Toji interrupts gratingly.
You wonder if he can hear how ruined he sounds, but suppose that even if he does, he likely doesnât see the humour in it that you do.
âWeâll see about that.â
After adding some more spit, youâre easing in a third finger. Just as you predicted, Tojiâs body wriggles more restlessly under you. Breaths staggering as you bump into the hilt of your fingers. You bend them probingly and it lures out a fluttery moan.
Your eyes flit over Tojiâs form, lips taking the shape of a salacious smile. âHow are you doing over there?â
But before he has the time to even think of a witty reply, heâs tearing new claw marks into the tree bark and whining out, not unlike a dog in heat â which, in some ways, is not far from reality.
âWow. I didnât think you were capable of making a sound like that,â you comment. In truth, youâve always had a knack for turning even the most unsuspecting of victims into your needy little toys; the only difference between them is how long it takes to do so. âMind making it again?â you purr.
Regardless of what Tojiâs answer may have been â though you predict it would have been something snippy or dismissive â your fingers are once again prying out a frail whine from him as he barely manages to maintain his grip on his tail.
You pull your fingers out, almost all the way, and when you push them back in again, you have your pinky finger join, poking at the edge of Tojiâs entrance. âThink you can take one more?â
Toji whimpers at your suggestion. âFuck, yes please,â he begs â something even you had begun doubting you could get him to do, and so is all the more gratifying to hear.
And just like that, you have the deadly mercenary, Toji Fushiguro, better known as Hellhound, the mighty Sorcerer Killer, riding four of your fingers like he was made for nothing else. Whining and whimpering â two things that no one would believe he did if you told them. Dribbling a puddle of his arousal into the dirt below him even in the absence of your hand. Tail jerking uncontrollably, occasionally slipping from his hold and earning himself an admonishing spank, which only serves to break him down further.
A shaking hand clasps onto your wrist, driving its thrusting motions harder and deeper into himself. âGod, Iâm gonna cum,â Toji sobs. âPlease let me cum, please, please.â
His words make you realise that you never actually answered his question from before. Not really, not seriously. In the grand scheme of things, sure, it was always in your plan to let him cum; an irrefutable certainty. And, as large as your appetite is, youâve had your fill now â are brimming with it, in fact â but Toji doesnât know that, and thatâs what makes you smile. Even now, you long to overflow with the joy of terrorising him. Even now, you fail to turn a deaf ear to the siren call of your deepest, darkest, most lecherous desires. In all your differences, this weakness, this unquenchable yearning of the flesh, is one that you and Toji are both cursed with.
You lean over the muscular man below you, just enough so your hot breath beats over his back. âOnly good dogs get to cum,â you murmur as your fingers bully that awfully euphoric cluster of nerves, âand good dogs can beg better than that.â
Sweat permeates off him in waves and you canât tell if the goosebumps on his skin are from the outdoor air blowing on the moisture or from the embarrassment of the demeaning act that heâs about to commit, all to appease his meagre human wants.
Cheek trapped against the dirt, Tojiâs teeth flash on full display as he whimpers out. âAhh, fuck, mâsorry⌠I donât deserve it⌠but please let meâ let me cum.â Wet eyelashes, all clumped together and satiny, flutter as Tojiâs eyes fight to stay open. âMâso sorry. Iâll do anything, please.â
Anything. So vague and all-encompassing; only a small-minded fool would make the mistake of promising âanythingâ. And small-minded fools? Well, youâre not one yourself, but you certainly know your way around making one. And Toji Fushiguro, your latest little project, is no exception, it seems; he may not know it, but heâs just fulfilled a bittersweet prophecy.
Indeed â âanythingâ is a truly wonderful word.
âYeah?â Your pace slows until the sight of Tojiâs hole, puffy, stretched and clinging around your fingers, is trackable in immensely vivid and erotic detail. âWill you be my little lapdog?â you chirrup, light and honey-sweet, as if to a beloved pet. âObey my every word, fulfil my every wish? Be mine and no one elseâs?â
The precipitation on Tojiâs nape glistens as he feverishly nods his head and pushes back harder onto your fingers. âYes, yes, I will, I am. Iâm yours. All yours.â
From the cunning and brutish Hellhound, Killer of Sorcerers, the half-wolf half-man who is both feared and revered for his domineering power and cutthroat personality, you have sculpted a disciplined and docile little plaything. An irredeemable mongrel, whose generous masterâs firm, wise hand has trained him into a lovely pet, worthy of being called aâŚ
âGood boy.â
Tojiâs tail convulses between his fingers.
You grin. âGo ahead,â you say with a final encouraging slap to Tojiâs ass. âLet it all out for me, pup.â
And he does â so abruptly and intensely that his trembling thighs almost give under him, practically held up by the hand on his tail alone. He cries out so loud that drool flies from his lip and his voice is followed by a slight echo on the wind. Soreness is already making itself known in your wrist, but you donât stop; you milk him for all heâs worth, coaxing out every last drop until Toji is laying in a heap of soil and his own spend, groaning and pushing your hand away.
From your coat, you fish out a handkerchief and wipe your hands. Then you move Toji onto his back to do the same for him. A ritualistic process that brings a kind of peace to your otherwise tireless, whirring thoughts.
âSit up for me,â you tell Toji, with a pat to his thigh.
With some help, he does. You smile and rummage through your pockets, searching for⌠Ah, there it is!
You take out the circular object and shift towards Toji. With practised efficiency, you secure it around his neck and lean back to appreciate the sight: sturdy ebony leather with intricately engraved symbols, topped off with silver fastenings. Such a pretty collar looks perfectly at home on him.
âWhatâ what is this?â Toji slurs.
You stand up and stroll a few feet away from Toji, whoâs bound to where he is in his weak post-orgasm state. Unhurriedly, you slide out a cigarette and prop it between your lips. In the corner of your eye, you make sure Toji is looking at you before you hover a finger beneath your cigarette. From it, a flame manifests and lights the butt.
Witnessing horror formulate on a face like Tojiâs â on the face of a man like Toji â is nothing less than beautiful. You would pay good money to experience it for the first time again; to pinpoint the moment he comes to realise the terrible situation heâs found himself in, so you can cherish it from start to finish, all over again.
âYouâreâŚâ Tojiâs shocked tone bleeds into one of ire; his wide eyes shrink into slits. âA Jujutsu Sorcerer.â
Wreathed smoke billows out of your mouth as you chuckle. âThatâs right.â You cross your arms, menacing eyes flitting over Toji. âAnd now, youâre my cute little pet.â
âPet?â Toji scoffs. âI kill your kind for a living. You think Iâm just gonna take this shit from you?â Tojiâs hands scramble up the tree behind him as he goes to get up. âYouâre fucking dead, Sorcerer. Ya hear me? Dââ
He yells out as he falls back down, fur standing on end from the scorching pain that pulses out of the collar around his neck. He wheezes and claws at the leather, curved black nails piercing into glowing red runes â but the pain only amplifies. He tries and tries, but the only damage he succeeds to inflict is a few nicks on his own skin.
âIâd be careful if I were you. Brute force just makes the hex stronger,â you warn with a misleadingly charming smirk. âYouâre more likely to cut your own throat open before you manage to put a single split in that collar.â
You would know â itâs not the first time youâve used it â but Toji, stubborn as ever, continues to wrestle against the collarâs spell until heâs purple in the face. Veins bulging and eyes watery. Clambering to his feet only to tumble back down again, like a baby deer learning to walk.
Eventually, though, he does stop â but he wouldnât be Toji Fushiguro without maintaining that defiant expression, even while in such a pitiful state.
âI do feel sorry for you, you know,â you admit as you approach Toji, who, going by his expression, doesnât believe you one bit, âbut you must understand, Iâm the type of person who always gets what they want.â
âAnd whatâs that, huh?â Toji snipes. âFâme to be your fuckinâ sex slave? Someone to play out all your sick fantasies and take your frustrations out on? âThat it?â
âSilly dog,â you playfully reprimand and roughly tousle Tojiâs already dishevelled hair. He snatches his head away from your touch. âThe means donât always signify the end,â you continue as you saunter past Toji. âJust because I used sexual methods doesnât mean I have sexual intentions.â
Toji glares at you, half puzzled and half â just straight up pissed. âSo what then? What do you want from me?â
Your lips curve around the cigarette before you exhale with a cloudy chuckle. âOh, you really are adorable sometimes, you know that?â
âStop fuckinâ around and tell me already,â Toji snarls, teeth bared.
Blatantly dismissing his words, you gradually walk back to Toji and tilt forward over him. âFeisty, arenât you?â you sneer at him â a callback to the same words he said to you at the start of your encounter. And one that Toji recognises, going by his strained composure. âItâs simple really,â you say conversationally as you straighten back up. âI heard the name âHellhoundâ, saw the word âanythingâ next to âfor the right priceâ and I was intrigued. I wanted to have you for myself. To tame the wild beast, defeat the undefeated âSorcerer Killerâ. Thatâs all.â You shrug. âIâm just fortunate I could afford such a conquest.â You smirk down at him. âYou sure know how to drive a hard bargain, donât you, puppy?â
Toji swallows, the action undulating through his throat. His tongue flicks out over his lips. His eyebrows knit densely. âYou hired me?â
You blink at him. âWas that not obvious?â you say with a bashful laugh. âAh, I really did try not to seem too prepared but Iâm just a humble Sorcerer! Not an actor.â
As if still processing whatâs happening, Toji just stares at you. You half-expect him to blow up any second, but that doesnât discourage you from provoking him a little more. âI know what youâre thinking,â you say, and on its own, itâs true, but itâs more fun to pretend that itâs not. âDonât worry, youâll still get the second half of the deposit, even thoughâ you know, Iâm still alive.â
You laugh again and Tojiâs eye twitches at the repetitive sound. He doesnât see what you find so fucking funny that you need to laugh every five seconds but he wishes youâd just shut up already.
âYouâre outta your fucking mind,â he whispers bitterly, like a too-late realisation.
âI am, arenât I?â you quip back with a beaming closed-eye grin. âBut donât act like youâre any better.â Another callback, and just in case it doesnât ring any bells, you press your shoe down on Tojiâs crotch, where the head of his still-pink cock pokes out of his underwear, on display through his unzipped trousers. Like a panther pouring out of the shadows, your teeth reveal themselves from behind your lips in a hungry, bordering on starved, smile. âIâm not the one whoâs got a second hard-on right now.â
Your acknowledgement persuades a drop of precum to shyly gather at the tip, triggering an even more shy press of thighs around your shoe. When that fails to sufficiently conceal his shame, Toji grits his teeth and whips his head away from you â but you wonât allow that.
After a final puff of smoke, you grasp Tojiâs face and force it back into place: laid bare before you, tear tracks on his dirtied cheeks, dried blood under his nose, eyelashes still shiny with the evidence of his desperation. âBe a good pet,â you say as you hover your burning cigarette above his lips, âand open your mouth for your master.â
His teeth gnash together stubbornly, but, ultimately, he follows your command. Jaw falling open, tongue drooping over his lip, eyes gazing up at you, expectant and waiting. Eagerly waiting.
You make him wait no longer; you bring down the lit end of your cigarette onto Tojiâs inviting tongue and twist it. The embers hiss and sizzle, branding a small scarlet circle into the pink muscle. As you pull out the cigarette, satisfied, you tell him:
âThatâs my good boy.â
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Planned Fanfics !
ft. platonic/ yandere batfam, superfam, villains, au's & many more!
â Disclaimer! This contains massive spoilers and all my plans for future works that I'll soon publish. This is posted because I wish to update my readers upon the contents of what I'm working to write and for them to leave inputs and whatnot. Sorry for the delays and all, life is hectic and as much as I love writing, I also have a life outside of this site sadly. By the way, this is not even half of my drafts and if anyone is interested in the things written beneath here, then please do tell!
To Be His Child is All I want (A&A, Chapter 5): Confronting Jason, one of your brothers who played a role in neglecting you, and being partly the reason why you ventured out the manor to seek love, away from the unhealthy environment, was no easy task. Back and forths with him, and reasoning why you don't wish to return back 'home' only poured fire into the flames of your already aching heart, as you scream about only wishing to be loved by even a fraction of the compassion Bruce feels for all his other children was all you needed to feel happy in life. It was enough to leave Jason breathless, muddled with emotions he couldn't quite grasp.
As you drown in a seamless fit of arguing and sobbing into the arms of your brother, the manor holds a meeting regarding your sudden disappearance. Bruce is promptly disappointed at Jason's absence; the others are just as intrigued with Dick and Damian's urgency to find you. Yet all are unbeknownst to your plans of escape, and most especially to a certain Kryptonian's scheme to have you in his arms all for himself.
Family Dinner (A&A): Silly, old you can't seem to stomach the fact that they're all looking at you now at the elongated table when months ago you were a mere ghost in their eyes whilst they chatter happily amongst each other. Unfamiliar with how communicating with a family who estranged you works; you end up having a panic attack in the middle of dinner when Damian attempted to hug you.
To Love and To Cherish (Random): Bruce Wayne loves his spouse and everything about them. They're everything desirable in his eyes and he couldn't help the urges that keeps him running back to you every time he patrols to ensure not only the safety of Gotham, but for the sake of his growing plans to fully integrate you as a full-time house spouse. The problem Bruce faces, though, is that he's not actually married to you, yet, and you're unaware of his prying eyes on your form as you live alone in your shabby apartment.
Flowers on My Grave (A&A, Hanahaki AU): Flowers don't only bloom inside your lungs when you're rejected by someone you love romantically, they can also manifest through platonic love unrequited. Vomiting a bouquet of yellow carnations and an arraw of purple and blue hyacinths, you set to sever the bond of love you once felt for them once and for all.
Cold House, Lone Spouse (Loving Family, Unpalatable Desire): You come home from Clark's farm to sleep in your own room to make sure nobody suspects a thing; expecting to power through the pain of loneliness in your room. But you end up waking up to Bruce's body pressed against your back and his arms caging you, unrelenting in its pursuit to make sure you never seek out another man's hold again.
Once Your Son, Always Your Son (Loving Family, Unpalatable Desire): Your routine with your beloved son, Jon, leaves nothing else to be desired as you set about your usual nightly schedule of helping him clean up, fix his bed, and read him bedtime storiesâ something you've grown accustomed to love naturally as being a parent does. But when Damian comes to visit you once Jon falls asleep, he enviously demands you do the same to him and to return to the manor where a better family is waiting for you.
The Confrontation (Loving Family Unpalatable Desire): Clark's night with you always ends up with him hovering above your body, kissing all the exposed parts of your skin, and worshipping your body which lays upon his bed every night. It's the perfect fantasy, yet it's promptly shattered when he sees the familiar silhouette of his comrade, clad in all black, demanding that Clark returns his spouse back in his arms; as if he's not the very same man who left you all alone that night at the gala, available for taking.
A Father's Strange Case of Gift Giving (A&A): To make it up to you, Bruce tries to spoil you rotten with a bottomless allowance and unrestricted access to all his credit cards. Even a mansion built on your name is built as one of the family's vacation houses. One unsettling fact, though, is Bruce's proficiency of capturing every detail of all things you prefer in such a short span of time after kidnapping you. (i.e. You're unaware of the cameras planted in every corner of your room trying to capture the things that makes you smile).
Mind Games and Mind Control (Brutus): What if it were The Riddler and Scarecrow who saved you from nearly dying? With your emotional reception, and both their wits, you end up stirring more trouble for Gotham's vigilantes. But during times where you've nothing to do but watch as both villains enact upon their master plans, itching to satisfy the ache of bloodlust coursing through your veins, you start to notice the abrupt bouts of energy they exert upon tormenting whoever stares at you (sitting comfortably on a cushioned couch, treated like royalty no less) or talks behind your backâ crazed for your words of approval and praise as if it's not them who are capable enough of controlling you instead.
The Powered, and the Powerless (Random, Romantic Batfam): During the night, they are your city's saviors, the light that shines bright on darkness, the hope that never wavers through moments of fear. Daytime, meanwhile, they're portrayed as a rich, socialite family who donate millions on charity and everything that promotes good costs. Power comes to them naturally, and praise is served to most of them in a silver platter for all their hard work. You can even say their status is akin to that of Gods, except you don't think of them the same way others do; choosing to utilize your immense knowledge of internet safety to publish articles and conspiracies pertaining to each member of the Wayne family through anonymous forums. Yet all this results in their interest in your secret identity.
Fate Unwanted (Random, Soulmate AU): You're a simple person living on the outskirts of an unnamed town on the boundaries of Gotham. Curious on why your parents are protective of you, forcing you to live with countless of strick rules written boldly on paper and plastered on the front of your refrigerator, and why you just can't seem to produce or perceive any soulmate bond; you set out on a mission to find the mysteries of your unmarked soul. Little did you know that the strangers you stumble upon who chose to assist you on your journey, all from every city and every known state, have found their soulmate that they're unwilling to share.
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. . . anyway LISTEN I told 'yall November was gonna be "obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU" month, and I really did not INTEND to post my daily words for it again this year but also, like, fuck it, we ball. No promises I will update EVERY day this time around but again: fuck it, we ball. ( also uhhhhh I've been writing this fic kinda-sorta-semi out of order lately but there is still a significant chunk of word count I'd already written that I would've pre-gamed and posted YESTERDAY if I'd thought I was gonna be doing this, sooooo hope nobody minds us kickin' off the month with like an extra 5.9k on top of the 1.6k of obligatory sugar that I ACTUALLY wrote today behind this here cut? yes? no?? Bueller???? )
get sugared, Super-boytoy. Tim, you just . . . you just do your future-supervillain best over there, buddy. you just do what you can with yourself. prev: (( chrono || non-chrono ))
âI wanted to,â Tim says again, and Kon glances away and bites his lip, turning the flowers by the stem again.Â
âItâs, uhâpretty,â he says, then clears his throat. âI mean, itâsâcool. Thanks.âÂ
âIf I canât bring you fresh ones, well . . .â Tim shrugs. Kon glances back to him, and very briefly presses one of the orchid blooms against his own mouth. His face is still all flushed and his eyes are still a little soft, and itâs . . . it makes a picture, alright, even if it's not one Tim's specifically set up to take. Especially with the gold eyeliner and his blue eyes both matching the orchids.Â
Tim didn't plan that, obviously, but he thinks it makes up for the sapphire versus ruby thing.
âUm . . .â Kon trails off, biting his lip. Glances down at the orchids from under his lashes. It doesn't make him any less of a picture, for sure. âSo, umâdo you wanna see the âsomething niceâ I got?âÂ
Tim blinks, immediately thinks of the most embarrassing option that Kon could possibly mean, and desperately tries to fight back a mortified flush at the idea. But, wellâeverything he can see Kon wearing is something he remembers buying him already, so . . .Â
Oh god, he needs his brain to shut up right now. Immediately. Right now and immediately and forever.Â
âSure,â he says like a normal person, trying not to panic. âWhat is it?âÂ
Kon, thank god, pulls a little rectangular package inexplicablyâand inexpertlyâwrapped in newspaper comics out of the same coat pocket he tucked the jewelry box in. There's plain white string tied around it in a bow.Â
Tim . . . blinks.Â
If he didn't know better, he'd think Kon had . . .Â
âI, um, got you something?â Kon says, and Tim stares blankly at the package. Heâwhat? âFor once, anyway. Well, I guess, uh, technically you got it for yourself, and actually this is kinda stupid maybe, you can literally just get yourself whatever you want whenever, obviously, but I just thought, uhââÂ
âYou got me something?â Tim repeats in surprise. Kon turns pink and shoves the package at him. Tim is too bewildered not to take it.Â
âI thought itâd be, uhâfun,â he says, biting his lip and still very visibly blushing. âI meanâthat we could have some fun with it. Yâknow?âÂ
Tim stares at the package for another moment, then looks up at Kon. Alright, this maybe isnât exactly the vibe he was going for here in terms of whoâs paying for what and whoâs giving things to who, but . . . well, Kon apparently used his allowance for whatever this is, at least, which gives him a reason to have wanted the allowance, so . . . he can work with that, he figures. Like, itâs an âinâ to work from; a step in the process.Â
He canât tell what Konâs gotten him from the shape of the package, though the edges are hard even though it doesnât feel like itâs in a box or anything. âHave some funâ isnât much of a clue, though he supposes it does imply something interactive. Maybe itâs a game of some kind, orâ
Tim unties the bow and splits apart the clumsy seam of the comic-page wrapping paper with his thumb, tugging through its layers to reveal the packageâs contents, and Kon flushes a little darker and watches him just a little bit nervously.Â
Tim doesnât actually know what to say.Â
âI just thought, um, a real oneâd probably take better pictures than a phone can,â Kon says sheepishly, slanting his eyes away and half-hiding his face behind the orchids. âI made sure the battery was charged and the guy at the store said it's got a lot of storage, I guess, so . . .âÂ
âYou got me a camera,â Tim says blankly, which is the most bewildering possible thing that Kon could have gotten him short of, like . . . no, itâs pretty much just the most bewildering possible thing that Kon could have gotten him. By far itâs the most bewildering possible thing that Kon could have gotten him.Â
âYou like taking pictures, right?â Kon fidgets a little, then smiles just barely shyly as he glances back at him. Tim's heart skips a few beats. Or more than just âa fewâ, maybe. âSo, umâI thought maybe we could go do that . . . somewhere. You know, after dinner.âÂ
âOh,â Tim says, blinking at him a little stupidly. Itâs not a particularly good camera, honestlyâlike, itâs a perfectly functional model for casual amateur use and a decently reliable commercial brand, but heâs got much better ones that are all professional-quality. He hasnât used any of them in a while and most of them are admittedly a few years old now, but . . . yeah, this was a hundred bucks max, if that, and his cheapest camera was over five hundred.Â
Note to self: raise Konâs allowance.Â
Also, apparently now his favorite camera is the kind of camera civilian amateurs just take random family photos on. Apparently thatâs a thing.Â
Tim really doesnât know how to feel about the fact that Kon not only remembered something he mentioned having an interest in, Kon bothered to actually get him something he thought heâd have an interest in. That is really, really not the dynamic heâs been encouraging here, for one thing. And also, why even would Kon do that? Likeâreally?Â
âThanks,â Tim says sincerely, turning the camera over in his hands and feeling incredibly embarrassed about all of this. âI love it.âÂ
âCool,â Kon says, biting his lip around a smile. His face is still a little pink and he looks all soft and pretty like that, especially with the flowers still in his hand. Tim really was not prepared for Kon having âsoft and prettyâ in his repertoire. Like, that was not a thing he ever expected to see from his cocky, crowing brawler of a teammate.Â
Konâs only a brawler because he thinks heâs supposed to be, though, Timâs pretty sure. Likeâincreasingly sure, at this point.Â
He really, really needs to figure out how to get Kon to tell Robin more about his TTK. Or, like . . . anything about it, apparently. Just literally any single thing, at this point.Â
âThank you,â he says again, inspecting the camera assessingly and making note of all its functions and ports and the generally obvious basics. âWe could go take some shots around downtown later, if youâre up for that?âÂ
Kon turns bright red, and Tim doesnât understand for about half a second before rememberingâthe last time Kon had talked to him about taking pictures, heâd offered . . .Â
Oh Jesus.Â
Tim is either incredibly stupid orâactually, he doesnât even know. Lucky? Embarrassing? The dumbest moron alive who didnât even realize he was being flirted with again? All those things and several even worse ones?Â
Kon had offered to let him take spicy pics of him the last time they'd talked about taking pictures, whatever âspicyâ means to Konâbrash, impulsive, shameless Konâand Timâs the idiot whose first thought upon Kon following up that conversation by very literally giving him a camera was to go take pictures of fucking downtown.
He is the most useless âsugar daddyâ to ever sugar.Â
Well, to be fair, it is Gotham downtown, so itâs veryâ
âI like taking pictures of streets and buildings,â he blurts belatedly, fumbling to sound like just the oblivious idiot that he is and not some kind of weird fucking perv whoâs trying to get Kon arrested for public indecency. Jesus, heâs stupid. âAnd people-watching is interesting too. You know, stuff like that.âÂ
âOh,â Kon says, and looks several ways at once, including both a little relieved and a little disheartened, which . . . okay, Tim would literally die if they actually went somewhere to take spicy pics tonight, so is unfortunately unavoidable. Heâs not trying to make Kon not feelâattractive or anything, but he needs at least twenty-four hours to make a plan and also two or three or seventeen contingency plans before . . . anything like that happens. Ever. Even in theory. âUmâyeah, sure. That sounds cool.âÂ
âCool,â Tim says, still desperately pretending to be an idiot. Itâs not hard, on account of the fact that he very much is an idiot.Â
Kon pauses for a moment, then perks up a little, seeming to think of something, and asksââWhenâs dinner?âÂ
âOur reservationâs in forty-five minutes,â Tim says, double-checking the time on his phone just to be sure. âWell, forty-six. I figured thatâd let us take our time walking over and maybe we could window-shop a little on the way.âÂ
And also shop-shop a lot, if Kon gives him literally even the slightest indication that he wants or needs something. Just if it comes up or anything. Thatâs all.Â
Tim definitely did plan their route to the restaurant to cut straight through the middle of the downtown shopping district, either way.Â
âWe couldâve just met there, dude,â Kon says wryly, but grins anyway, glancing down at the orchids in his hand again. âForty-six minutes, huh?âÂ
âYeah,â Tim confirms.Â
âAnd you like taking pictures of streets and buildings?â Kon asks, his grin turning just a little bit sly. Tim frowns briefly in confusion, not sure what the grinâs about.Â
âYeah,â he says. âGotham has a lot of really interesting architecture and design. Like, itâs an old city, and one thatâs been pretty resistant to updates in a lot of areas or just not had the money for those updates. So you get a lot of places with a lot of character and itâs basically the bastard child of gothic and art deco design with a side of industrial warehouse, depending on the part of town youâre in. Like, Crime Alley and the Diamond District have very different vibes, but theyâre both very Gotham vibes, if you know what to look for. ItâsââÂ
Kon is grinning really widely at him, for some reason. Tim realizes heâs rambling like a moron and turns red.Â
âUh,â he says, repressing a wince. âYes. Yeah. I like taking pictures of streets and buildings.âÂ
âCool,â Kon says, and then he carefully packs the orchids back into their box and it back into the gift bag and transfers the chocolates and jewelry back into it too, then grins even wider at him as he hooks the bagâs handles over his arm and into the crook of his elbow. âDonât drop the camera, babe.âÂ
âWhaââ Tim starts to say, and then Kon grabs him by the arm and pulls him into the closest alley, which is terrible survival instincts for Gotham, oh god, but before Tim can say anything about that Konâs wrapped an arm around his waist just tight enough to just barely lift him off his feet and bolted straight up into the air with him. âShit!â
Tim doesnât drop the camera because heâs held onto cameras while falling off literal buildings before, but definitely only because of that. Muscle memory, or whatever. Also heâs been snatched off his feet by Bruce and Dick plenty of times and thrown off rooftops by multiple rogues and thugs over the years and these days gets regularly dragged around by Bart, all while holding very important things he could not afford to drop, so itâs not like either the sudden jolt or the effort to keep his grip on the camera are as disorienting as it otherwise would be. Just . . .Â
Ugh, Tim realizes, absolutely unimpressed with himself upon realizing that the breathless feeling heâs having right now is not actually related to the swift and sudden increase in altitude, but is actually just because itâs Kon holding him.Â
He is an idiot, isnât he, he reflects resignedly. Just an actual literal idiot.Â
Jesus.Â
âWhatcha think?â Kon asks with a grin as he comes to a stop in mid-air with him. He stops very suddenly, but Tim notices a distinct lack of jarring with said stop, which implies Konâs got his TTK around him again and probably completely around him, which meansâ
Oh god, Tim thinks, and very quickly makes himself stop thinking about that.Â
âItâs cool,â he says, because a normal civilian would think flying was something interesting and unusual, but itâs hard to act too excited about a move Kon probably pulls on literally everyone heâ
âI meant the view, babe!â Kon says with a laugh, and Tim . . . blinks.Â
And then he looks down.Â
Theyâre hovering a few thousand feet up, and downtown is already lit up bright in the early evening gloom. And Kon . . .Â
âStreets and buildings, as ordered,â Kon says, grinning wider with a smug, cocky look on his face.Â
Oh no, heâs hot, Tim realizes with dread, and then blinks again. Stares down at the city below, past the whipping wind and down into the busy streets and the bright, dazzling lights cutting through the murky gloom. Heâs seen Gotham like this a thousand times, obviously, because of course he hasâheâs been climbing these rooftops for years, and every night he runs across and swings back and forth between them and utterly fails to learn how to do more than a double backflip.Â
One day, he promises himself distractedly, and then looks back at Kon.Â
Heâs seen Gotham like this a thousand times, but never just because someone thought heâd like it. Likeânot like this, he means. Dick's shown him a few particularly special or exhilarating views over the years, yeah, but . . . definitely not like this. Not for a reason like this.Â
And definitely not while peacocking all smug and pretty dressed up in clothes that he bought him and holding him close enough to kiss.Â
Konâs expression turns a little sheepish; a little soft. Not quite shy, but . . .Â
âDo you like it?â he asks, his voice pitched a little quieter, and Tim has the much worse and even more dread-inducing realization of oh no, heâs CUTE.
He swallows, briefly, and feels his face burn.Â
âYeah,â he manages in an almost-normal voice. âI like it.âÂ
Kon grins at him, brighter than any city light, and Tim barely keeps himself from dropping the camera after all.Â
âThanks,â he attempts awkwardly, making himself focus on the camera and resisting the urge to take an immediate shot of that city-light grin.Â
Then he takes one anyway, because of course he does. Kon laughs in surprise, then makes a face at him teasingly.Â
âHey, you can buy this face in any cheap gossip rag, focus on the fun stuff,â he jokes, jerking his head towards the city below. Tim looks searchingly at him for a moment, and then for obvious reasons snaps another picture. Kon flushes a little again. They probably won't even come out from this close, but . . .Â
âYouâre the most fun Iâve had all week,â Tim says, which is definitely too honest but clearly necessary to make a point of saying. Kon turns redder, ducking his head and grinning around his bitten lip.Â
âYou donât have to say that kind of thing to me, man,â he says, and it comes across almost like a reflex. Tim hates . . . yeah, just literally everybody Konâs ever known in his whole entire life, actually? Like, pretty much everybody? Bart gets a break because he grew up alone in VR and is therefore terrible with people and the girls get a break because they havenât known any of them that long, but everybody else can just take a long walk off a short gutter, in Timâs opinion.Â
Especially any âeverybodyâ from Cadmus.Â
Or Metropolis, at this point.Â
âIâm not saying anything I donât want to say,â he says simply, and goes to the effort to frame a few shots of the skyline so Kon will know he appreciates . . . well, not the angle, exactly, but the thought.Â
Technically he is usually on top of a building when heâs doing this, so the angle is actually a slightly different one than heâs used toânot that heâs been taking photos lately, justânot the point, really. Kon got him a camera and brought him up here because he clearly thought heâd like it, and damned if Tim is gonna do anything to make him think he doesnât.Â
He has better cameras for things like thisâaerial shots and night photography and long-distance and the like, and better cameras for closeup candids tooâbut he already knows these pictures are all going to be exactly what he wants them to be, even the ones that don't come out.Â
Or especially those, maybe.Â
He's not sure how he'd explain that feeling to someone else.Â
Kon flies them around, staying out of sight behind the light pollution and among the shadows of the buildings, and Tim takes . . . a lot more pictures than he needs to, actually. He was just trying to make sure Kon knew he appreciated him thinking of him, but actually . . .Â
Well.Â
Itâs fun, thatâs all.Â
Itâs . . . been a while, kinda, since he got to spend this much time on just photography and nothing else. Orâany time at all, really.Â
Not that this is nothing else, obviously, given that Konâs holding him and it is very, very hard to concentrate on anything besides that, but it is the kind of a view a standard civilian never gets, and itâs kind of nice to be flying for non-work-related reasons, for once. Like . . . novel, he guesses. A different experience.Â
Technically he and Dick do âflyâ together just for fun, sometimes, but thatâs different. Likeâso many kinds of different. It helps them in their workâkeeps the rooftops familiar and them both in shape and in syncâbut he canât take photos when heâs trying to keep up with Nightwing across the rooftops of Gotham, and itâs not like Dickâs carrying him either.Â
Also, itâs much less flustering and difficult to concentrate through, because again, Dick is not carrying him, and also Dick doesnât do things like wear clothes he bought or do his eyeliner and paint his nails for him. Or, uh . . . anything like that.Â
Also, definitely the âspicy picsâ thing is not at all a thing, with Dick. Like, not even slightly, in any way whatsoever. And theyâve also never made out in a changing room or the back of a planetarium orâÂ
Look, thereâs a lot of ways itâs different, okay?Â
A lot of ways.Â
âI'm not boring you, am I?â Tim asks a little bit sheepishly as Kon lands them on a ledge just behind one of the bigger gargoyles, tucked in tight in the shadows between it and the building it's perched on. âWe can probably still fit in some window-shopping before dinner, if you want.âÂ
âOh my god, dude, I promise we can do things you don't have to spend money on,â Kon says with a laugh as he lets him down on the ledge. âThough if it helps you technically did spend money on this, given how I got the camera and all.âÂ
âIt's your allowance,â Tim says, because he wants to make sure Kon actually gets that. âYou can spend it however you want.âÂ
âWell, I spent it how I wanted,â Kon says, and then steps closer into his space with a smile. Tim ends up sitting on the gargoyleâs back as Kon leans down to kiss him, and it's not like he's never kissed anyone while perched on a gargoyle before, but somehow it feels like something new anyway. New and electric, bright and easy and smeared with the city lights and thrilling in its shadows, andâÂ
Kon breaks off the kiss, though he keeps a hand on Timâs arm, probably to make sure the squishy untrained civilian won't accidentally fall off the ledge and get splatted on the concrete. Tim barely holds himself back from chasing his mouth.Â
âIt's cool, anyway. Um, doing stuff you're into with you, I mean,â Kon says, looking a little soft and almost-shy again, and never mind, Tim not only needs to chase his mouth, he needs to set up a damn manhunt for it. âYou're real cute when you get excited, man. I mean, uhâjustââÂ
The manhunt is going to require a very significant budget, Tim notes.Â
Then he kisses him again, obviously. Kon melts down into itâinto him, reallyâand wraps his arms around his neck, and Tim feels several kind of ways about it. Admittedly, it's the easier option with him sitting on the gargoyle and Kon leaning over him, but Kon's put his arms around his neck a couple of times now, and, well . . .Â
That's just not something he would've expected from him, he guesses. Not âcoolâ or masculine or badass or . . . whatever, exactly, Kon thinks he's supposed to be.Â
So Tim . . . likes it, he thinks, that Kon doesn't seem to think he needs to be like that around Tim Drake.Â
Robinâs sure as hell never seen Kon in eyeliner.Â
Robin's loss, Tim thinks.Â
. . . maybe he's compartmentalizing a little too much these days, but still.Â
Kon makes a very, very soft little sound between their mouths and then laughs, and Tim promises himself he won't stop at Gotham: he'll take over Metropolis for this asshole one day. Even if that means putting up with Lex Luthor and Superman. And also, like . . . everything about Metropolis.Â
He'll figure it out. Supervillainy is still a long-term plan, so he's got time.Â
Anyway, if he gives it to Kon after he takes it over he won't have to put up with it, so it's whatever. Sugar daddies do that kind of thing, right? Get their sugar-ees a city?Â
. . . okay, definitely not. Like, very definitely not.Â
âOkay date idea, then?â Kon asks as he leans back a bit and does a very bad job of biting back a smile, his face a little flushed and arms squeezing a little tighter around his neck.Â
Tim will get him Metropolis if it kills Lex Luthor.Â
âVery okay,â he says, smiling back at him. Kon grins, his face turning just a little bit redder, and then kisses him again. Tim has absolutely no complaints about that. Ever. He canât even imagine a complaint heâd have about that, in fact.Â
Worst case scenario, heâll get them in at another restaurant if they miss their reservation.Â
He really doesn't know what else he's supposed to do about how easy Kon blushes.Â
They definitely spend too long making out against the gargoyle and Tim definitely lets himself get too riled up during itâand does not think about tactile telekinesis or any kind of related passive perception while he doesâbut by the time heâs the one pressing Kon back against the building, he really doesnât care anymore.Â
The fact Kon is even willing to let him do that when there is literally no way Tim could ever actually pin him anywhere without a way to sabotage his powers is . . . really, really distracting. Justâso distracting.Â
Jesus, Tim thinks, breaking off just long enough to catch his breath for a moment. Kon pants softly against his mouth, which sabotages that even worse than kryptonite would sabotage TTK.Â
Jesus, Tim thinks again, and then crushes their mouths back together.Â
He doesnât need to breathe that often.Â
Kon makes a softer, breathier sound this time, and Tim does not let himself make it weird by letting his hands wander anywhere outside of second base territory. Frankly heâs not sure second base territory isnât him making it weird, but Kon started it, so hopefully itâs not? Likeâlogically itâd follow that Kon wouldnât touch him anywhere he doesnât want touched, right?Â
Wellâhopefully, anyway.Â
The air feels tight, Tim notices suddenly, like the feeling of sinking into deeper pressure when underwater but all at once, and then realizesâoh.Â
Uh.Â
Okay.Â
âUm,â he says, and immediately the feeling of pressure vanishes as Kon jerks back and claps a hand over his own mouth. Which is mostly him pushing Tim back, given their position, but he does crack the brickwork behind him a little.Â
Whoops, Tim thinks.Â
âSorry!â Kon blurts. âSorry, sorry, thatâsâsorry! I just, uhâgot a little too into it. I wonât do it again.âÂ
âItâs really not a problem,â Tim says, with absolutely no idea how to take the idea of Kon getting âa little too into itâ when kissing him, or the idea that getting a little too into it apparently involves getting wrapped up in TTK a lot more noticeably than making him bulletproof at the museum did. âI meanâit didnât hurt or anything, I was just surprised.âÂ
âIâyeah, I know, itâs justâweird,â Kon says, still looking mortified. âSoâsorry. Thatâs all.âÂ
âI donât mind weird,â Tim says, because actually the idea of being temporarily at least as invulnerable as Kon is while making out with him implies being able to devote a lot more attention to said making out, as opposed to keeping half an eye out for snipers or rogues or random rooftop criminals. Not that heâd stop paying any attention to that, obviously, justâyeah. Well.Â
Itâs a little tempting, thatâs all.Â
âUhâyou donât?â Kon bites his lip, still looking a little embarrassed.Â
âIt kind of just felt like scuba-diving, but with less equipment involved,â Tim says with a little shrug, keeping his tone light because âseriously, you have no idea how much Iâd like to not be compulsively keeping an eye out for snipers right nowâ isnât a very âcivilianâ thing to say. âAnd Iâm not about to complain about you enjoying kissing me that much either way.âÂ
âOh,â Kon says, and flushes a little. âUhâreally?âÂ
âReally,â Tim says, smiling at him again and tugging gently at the lapels of his jacket to pull himself back in. Kon blushes, and grins, and meets him halfway for the kiss. The sensation of pressure wraps him up again, gentle but undeniable, and Tim feels several kinds of ways about it.Â
Maybe even a little bit safe, or at least as safe as anyplace outside the Batcave ever gets.Â
Tim knows thereâs no such thing as being perfectly, completely safe, but getting all wrapped up in Konâs TTK and kissed for it makes it hard to remember that.Â
Very, very hard.Â
They spend a much longer time making out this time. Tim is vaguely aware that they still have a dinner reservation to make, but . . . well, he did pad the time to allow for window-shopping, so even with the time they spent flying around taking pictures, it's probably fine?Â
Yeah, no, theyâve definitely missed their reservation by now. Probably way past missed it. Just so, so far past missed it.Â
Weirdly, Tim doesnât care as much as he should, even though he really prefers when things go to plan and also needs Kon to feel appreciated and like he got properly spoiled and taken someplace nice. Heâs going to have to figure out something else on the fly, though, because he really does needs Kon to feel appreciated and also needs the excuse to get him more used to getting money spent on him andâ
Tim remembers that he needs to breathe more than he's currently breathing and breaks off the kiss. Kon half-chases his mouth with his own, audibly breathless himself. Tim is not equipped to handle Kon breathless.Â
That might actually be more flattering than the TTK thing. Or, uhâflustering, maybe.Â
Both, maybe. âBothâ is probably accurate here.Â
Jesus, Tim does not know what he did to deserve Kon getting breathless over something heâs done to him, much less all soft and pretty andâ
They have definitely, definitely missed their reservation. Usually Tim has a better sense of time than that, but usually Tim doesnât have Kon wanting to make out on a Gotham rooftop with him, Like, he thinks he can forgive himself a little bit of disorientation on that one, considering.Â
. . . as long as Bruce never finds out he messed up that bad, anyway. Because Bruce would definitely not like hearing heâd messed up that bad, TTK or not.Â
Probably especially involving the TTK, actually. Probably Bruce would not take âyeah I let Superboy get distracted enough to unconsciously wrap me up in his Kryptonian-level superpowers while he wasnât in full control of them and actually, like, encouraged it, kinda? like, explicitly encouraged it, actuallyâ.Â
Yeah, Bruce would not like that.Â
âUm,â Tim says, and clears his throat a little awkwardly. âSo, uhâhungry yet?âÂ
âYou could say that,â Kon murmurs, then flashes him a sharp, wicked grin with his eyes slit open just enough to fix on Timâs mouth. Tim spares a moment to compartmentalize just enough to not lose his mind about that, then makes the mistake of licking his lips anxiously, sees Konâs hooded eyes go hot at the sight, and immediately fails to not lose his mind.Â
âUh,â he manages, and then decides they donât really need to get dinner just yet and maybe they could just, likeâno, no, Kon is definitely not getting enough calories from that stupid barely-legal underground labâs stupid definitely-not-health-code-compliant cafeteria, Tim is not gonna be a bad enough date to not get his date a respectable amount of calories. That is just not a thing that heâs gonna, like . . . thing, as a thing. Or whatever.Â
Not like Supermanâs been bringing Kon casseroles or anything, the prick.Â
âUm, Iâuh, mightâve let us get a little too distracted, sorry,â Tim attempts after a moment of mental fumbling, making himself push back from Kon a little and pulling his phone out to check the time. Yeah, they have definitely missed their reservation. Very, very thoroughly have they missed it.Â
Dammit. That is not Bat-quality situational awareness.Â
âYou think that was just you, man?â Kon asks with a little laugh, just barely ducking his head and biting his lip. It is . . . very distracting. As is his face. And his hands, which are still loosely on Timâs back, and his TTK, which is still loosely . . . basically everywhere, yeah. Justâway too many places for Tim to be rational about, basically.Â
âI mean, I was the one who made the reservation,â he says, clearing his throat awkwardly as he does his best to at least fake rationality. âSo, uh, I shouldâve been paying attention to the time. I can see if thereâs someplace we can still slip in, itâs a little last-minute for a Friday butââÂ
Kon kisses him again.Â
Tim was saying something, heâs reasonably sure, but he couldnât remember whatever it was with a gun to his head. A gun to his head while out of his suit and without Kon on the same floor as him, to be clear.Â
Kon leans back and grins at him, all bright and pretty and cutting right through the shade and shadows of Gotham like a spotlight-signal lighting up the cloud cover. Tim remains vaguely aware of the fact that he was doing . . . something. At some point. In theory.Â
God, Kon is so pretty. So, so pretty. And everything heâs wearing is something Tim bought him, coat and clothes and jewelry and all. Justâall of it, as far as he can see.Â
Tim does not let himself think about what else Kon might or might not be wearing right now. Justâthat way lies madness, and also Kon not getting a decent dinner and decent spoiling.Â
. . . thereâs probably some other ways Tim could spoil him, technically, if he justâÂ
Tim does not finish that thought.Â
âYouâre so fucking cute, daddy,â Kon says, still grinning just as signal-bright and pretty at him. Tim is not prepared for literally any of that and nearly melts right off the ledge into an incoherent mess of street pizza.Â
âUh,â he says, swallowing roughly. âWe shouldâare you hungry yet?âÂ
Kon laughs, for some reason. Tim very quietly and carefully burns alive, and then Kon floats up a few inches and ducks around him and back out into the open air, leaning down to grin at him and reaching toâprobably heâs intending to pick him up again, Timâs brain is vaguely aware, but the rest of Tim is thinking more like hurr durr pretty boy, which is definitely why he ends up reaching up to cup Konâs face in his hands and tug him down for another kiss, pushing himself up on his toes on the edge of the ledge to reach him easier. Kon makes a soft, breathless little noise, then laughs in delight and kisses him back.Â
The wind is cold and sharp and the evening sky is all heavy dark clouds and hazy light pollution and Konâs wearing clothes Tim bought him, some of which Tim even suggested to him, and he put on makeup and painted his nails to come see him and heâs got a gift bag of little things Tim picked out for him hooked in the crook of his elbow and he liked all of those little things, and theyâve not only missed but obliterated their dinner reservation, and theyâre half-on a ledge high above the street and kissing and Kon is just so pretty.
And Kon also bought him a camera and brought him up here because he thought heâd like it and called him âcuteâ, which are all facts that Tim is definitely going to have to compartmentalize to fully process later, or else he really will melt right off the stupid ledge.Â
The spicy pics thing, also, is a thing. The spicy pics thing is, uhâvery much a thing.Â
Tim is maybe just never gonna process that particular fact in, like, self-defense.Â
Ever.Â
. . . god, heâs going to have to process that fact at some point, isnât he. God. That is . . . that is a whole thing that he is going to have to do. Like, effectively and well and throughly.
Maybe itâs not too late to just go supervillain right now, actually. Maybe Kon would be open to, like, minionhood or something. Lots of supervillains put their minions up in their lairs, right? Thatâs totally a thing, isnât it?Â
Ugh, no, Kon deserves a place he can really feel like is his place and also he has not laid near enough groundwork to get Dick to switch sides. Like, Alfred would, obviously. Alfred will be on-board the second the rusty crowbar and shrapnel bomb plan comes up and will probably have useful notes to add. But Dick is gonna require some more long-term finessing and Babs definitely wonât come if Dick doesnât andâÂ
Kon laughs into the kiss and cups Timâs face in return, which is incredibly distracting, and then squishes his face, which is incredibly annoying.Â
âHey!â Tim sputters, and Kon laughs again and leans back just enough to grin at him.Â
âYou are so weird, dude,â he says. âI can literally hear you thinking.âÂ
â. . . thatâs not me being detached from the situation, Iââ Tim starts, unable to repress a wince, and Kon just grins wider, grabs his wrists, and tugs him off the ledge andâoh, okay, thatâs a weird sensation, Tim notes, because gravity does absolutely nothing at all to him until Konâs pulled him into his arms and wrapped him up in them again all easy and secure. .Â
So thatâs . . . yeah, no, âincredibly distractingâ isnât actually gonna cover this one, considering.Â
âUh,â he says, blinking a couple of times. That. That is definitely not how Superboy holds Robin.Â
Frick.Â
âI just gotta keep you better attached, right, daddy?â Kon purrsâreally purrs, his chest briefly vibrating against Timâsâand then grins wider at him again with eyes that are, unfortunately, literally goddamn sparkling right nowâthanks, gold eyeliner, Tim didnât need those higher thought processesâbefore giving him another quick little kiss that Tim actually would like to turn into a four-hour make-out session and maybe also a sleepover andâ
God he needs to remember how to compartmentalize. He really, really needs to remember how to compartmentalize.Â
Also he needs to kiss Konâs literal frigginâ brains out, the smug frigginâ asshole.
Mid-air makeouts are the worst possible idea Kon has ever inflicted on him and Tim would sooner fight Killer Croc without his utility belt than point that fact out to him.Â
He winds his arms around Konâs neck and kisses him back, and Kon makes this tiny littleânot pleased, not content, but actually happy-sounding noise and kisses back harder. Tim feels gravity stop being a particularly relevant concern again and feels like heâs floating in deep, heavy water but also like heâs the lightest heâs ever been in his life, and it is . . . it is a feeling, alright.Â
Kon is a menace. Kon is a problem.Â
Kon is so, so damn cute.Â
âYou are an actual literal brat, baby,â Tim mutters slightly more feelingly than he means to, and Konâs laugh comes out a little breathier this time and he ducks his head to the side and his face flushes andâ
No. Nope. No. Tim needs to not learn anything new about himself or Kon tonight, or, worse, anything about him and Kon. That is just not a thing he has time for in his schedule. Heâs got to fit in an anxiety attack and three full filesâ worth of casework this weekend, for one, plus his science presentation and that make-up book report, and also come up with someplace else nice enough to take Kon to dinner tonight.Â
âSo, uhâdinner?â he says very quicklyâself-defense, againâand Kon bites his lower lip and grins around it, his face still turned just a little bit away. Tim pretends theyâre not effectively pressed together from knee to neck right now. Pretends valiantly. âI meanâum, if youâre hungry yet.âÂ
Kon laughs, ducking his head lower, the dangling gold teardrop hanging from his ear gleaming warmly in the murky electric city light. Tim goes through multiple stages of emotional processing to keep himself from kissing his neck right behind that earring and completely forgetting about not only dinner, but all his homework and casework and even the anxiety attack.Â
Does Kon laugh this much around Robin?Â
Tim really doesnât feel like he does.Â
He also doesnât tell Robin very important things like the fact that he can make other people bulletproof on a whim and map out an entire mall just by standing in it, which is objectively much worse and potentially dangerous a thing not to do, but also Tim is already positive heâs going to miss that laugh like crazy every time he sees Kon with the mask on.Â
Robin doesnât get to see Kon like this at all, even when he lets the asshole eat both stupid boxes of cinnamon bread.Â
âDinner, yeah,â Kon says, grinning again and then taking off backwards across the sky, apparently unconcerned about their chances of hitting a building. Timâs not really in a proper carry so much as just stretched out against him and wrapped up in his arms, but given the nature of how Konâs powers work, an actual carry is obivously not really a concern, so . . .Â
Oh, Tim realizes as Kon tips back just enough to be reclining in the air, still flying without any apparent care or concern for the aerodynamics of the situation or anything but staying more or less out of view of anyone on the street below.Â
Avoiding the street view is good.Â
The part where now heâs essentially laying on top of Kon is . . . less good, maybe.Â
Maybe he wonât have to convince Kon to go supervillain, at least. Maybe Konâs already there.Â
âWhere to, daddy?â Kon asks with a smirk, keeping one arm looped around Timâs waist and folding the other behind his own head like heâs laying out in a lounge chair on the beach. Tim thinks longingly of smothering him and also of getting him to take down his TTK so he could bite a hickey or five into his neck. Maybe six. He could probably do six.Â
Or seven.Â
âNortheast towards Broad Street,â Tim says as he tips his head in the appropriate direction, then pulls up the camera again and snaps a quick shot of Konâs smug smirk, which immediately breaks into a surprised laugh as the other flushes again.Â
He takes a picture of that too.Â
âYou flirtinâ again already, man?â Kon asks with a sheepish little laugh, like the bastard has any room to talk.Â
âThe positionâs pretty good for it, thatâs all,â Tim says with a level of casualness he absolutely does not feel. Kon flushes darker and bites his lip again, still just barely grinning. Tim, ethically, has no choice but to take a few more pictures.Â
âOh my god,â Kon says, laughing again and unfolding the arm he has tucked behind his head to hide his eyes behind instead. Tim is maybe a little bit too aware of the line of his throat under the neck of his shirt, without his eyes and the sparkle there to be distracting him into a useless stupid mushbrained might-as-well-be-a-civilian, observationally-speaking. âIâm not a building, you absolute nerd!âÂ
âI said I liked people-watching too, didnât I?â Tim points out reasonably, though mostly his brainâs occupied with the question ofââHey. If you let down your TTK a bit, could a baseline-DNA human give you a hickey? Like, is that physically possible, or are you too Kryptonian for that?âÂ
âOh my god,â Kon repeats, laughing harder even as the flush on his face spreads down his neck. Tim wonders how warm that might feel under his mouth. âI, uhâdunno, man. Maybe?âÂ
Tim silently resolves himself to finding literally any excuse to conduct that experiment and moves a hand to cup the side of Konâs throat, eyeing it consideringly. Kon makes a slightly weird noise and visibly swallows, and Tim belatedly realizes that heâs paid literally no attention whatsoever to whether or not theyâre about to hit a building or a flagpole or a roof this entire flight; he just assumed Kon had it handled. The Bat-paranoia kicks in and he glances up reflexively, and just as reflexively slides the pad of his thumb across Konâs pulse. Their flight path is clear; theyâre high enough to avoid most of the buildings in this area. Definitely still gonna need to keep an eye out for radio towers and billboards, but . . .Â
Kon swallows again, the gesture a little bit rough this time. Tim feels the otherâs throat flex against his palm. That sure is . . . that sure is a thing that Tim feels right there. That invulnerable throat flexing right there against his palm, and maybe not necessarily having to be invulnerable, if Kon didnât want it to be.Â
. . . . . . he already said he didnât have time to learn anything new about himself tonight, dammit.
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When Flowers Bloom In The Dark [Chapter 7]
Genre: Romance, Mafia!AU, Violence, Angst, Slow burn
Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Florist!Reader, Mafioso!Hongjoong, Mafioso!Seonghwa, Mafioso!Yunho, Mafioso!Yeosang, Mafioso!San, Mafioso!Mingi, Mafioso!Wooyoung, Mafioso!Jongho
Summary:Â When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.2K
Chapter warning(s): Y/n gets accosted twice, "panic" attack (she shuts down)
"Oh! Sorry, I thought you were someone else, you sounded like him." You blinked at the stranger. The guy laughed and shook his head, a drink in his hand. Between him and the bar counter, you suddenly felt very cornered and uncomfortable.
"I was wondering if I could buy you a drink?" He asked with a smile.
"No, thank you. I bought my own drink." You shook your glass with your drink, trying to slink away but with so many people crowding the bar, it was difficult.
"Ah, looks like I was too slow then. Can I at least have a drink with you then?" He laughed, trying to be nice.
"I really should be getting back to my friends. They are looking for me." You tried to go past him but he grasped your wrist tightly.
"You know, I tried being nice. It's not nice to be so unfriendly in a place like this." He chided, his tone suddenly changing. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Do you expect me to be honoured then? Doesn't mean you make advances means I have to accept them." You couldn't bite your tongue.
"You-" He was about to say something.
"(y/n), I've been looking for you." Now it was a familiar voice. You turned to Jihoon with a soft sigh of relief. Jihoon immediately wrapped his arm around you, pulling you to his side, glowering at the man who had let your wrist go. Looking up, you saw Hyunwoo standing there too.
"Got a problem here?" Hyunwoo raised an eyebrow. With his muscles, it was normal for the guy to be intimidated by him. You merely looked away, not saying anything.
"Let's go." Jihoon threw a last dirty look at the guy and escorted you back to the table.
"Are you okay?" He looked down at you with a frown.
"I'm fine, Jihoon. Don't worry, you and Hyunwoo came at the right time. Thank you." You smiled softly. He nodded with a hum and you went to sit down.
"I'm going to find Nana and Eve. We should go." Hyunwoo said, leaving before you could protest.
"No, it's fine! You guys should stay and enjoy yourselves. I think I'll go home." You told Jihoon, you felt bad that they had to leave.
"You shouldn't leave on your own. I'll take you home." Jihoon shook his head.
"The exit is just there. Really, I'll be okay, I'm sober to make it home on my own. Make sure Nana and Eve get home safely, hmm?" You squeezed his hand. Jihoon knew you were stubborn and reluctantly agreed. You wrapped an arm around him to hug him.
"Text me when you get home." He whispered.
"I will. Let me know when you guys are home too. And send me my portion of the bill." You hummed and grabbed your bag, heading to the exit.
"Thank you." You smiled to the bouncer who opened the velvet rope for you. He gave a nod in reply as you made your way out.
"Hey!" You were suddenly yanked away, causing you stumble. You came face to face with the man earlier.
"Oh, so where are your two friends, huh? They just left you on your own?" He sneered, getting close to your face. You leaned back as he was invading your space.
"Do you not know when to give up?" You tried to break free of his grip. You shoved him back, causing him to let go of your hand.
"You're going to pay for that. And for embarrassing me earlier." He growled.
"Leave me alone and maybe I won't go to the police." You glared at him. You were tired of arguing with him, you wanted to go home and he was seriously getting on your last nerve. But he shoved you against the wall harshly, making you let out a groan as the pain stunned your momentarily.
"I think that's enough." A voice entered and the man was grabbed by the collar, yanked back, away from you. You let out a shaky breath as a suit-clad body stood in front of you.
"H-Hongjoong..." You said shakily, looking at the back of his head. He didn't turn to look at you.
"I've watched you from earlier. You just don't know when to give up. Why don't I give you a taste of your own medicine?" He chuckled.
"H-Hey man. I was just fooling around, I'm sorry." The man took a step back in fear. Hongjoong merely laughed again before he stopped and punched the guy.
"Hongjoong!" You gasped in shock but he was not stopping, raining down punches on the man.
"Hongjoong, stop." You tried to call him.
At that point, it wasn't about saving you anymore. Hongjoong felt so much blind rage and he just couldn't stop. This man just appeared at the wrong place, at the wrong time and became the object for Hongjoong to vent his anger.
"Please." You sat on the ground, covering your ears and shutting your eyes. You were so stunned, you couldn't bring yourself to get up and leave the place.
"What's going on here?" Seonghwa came out, witnessing the scene in front of him.
"Hongjoong, what did you do?" He asked. That snapped Hongjoong out of it. He looked down at the guy's face that was bloodied.
"Shit..." He turned to see you absolutely horrified and terrified. Seonghwa frowned, unsure of what to do now. Luckily, Yunho was quick to go to your side.
"Hey, (y/n). It's me, Yunho." He gently removed your hands from your ears so you could hear him.
"Y-Yunho sshi." You stuttered, unable to breathe. Luckily, Yunho used his body to block your view. He smiled softly.
"Breathe. Let's go." He spoke softly, helping you to your feet. Your legs were so wobbly, you leaned on him, letting him guide you to wherever it was, as long as you were no longer here.
"Here." Once again, he led you up the stairs and brought you to an empty room. You figured it could be a place for VIPs to sit and drink but with all the lights on, it just looked like a regular room with couches. He grabbed a blanket from the basket and put it around you, hopefully it'll bring you some comfort.
"Let me go get you some water. Breathe, it's okay." He said. You nodded slowly, not being able to tell him you wanted him to stay.
"Be right back." He stood up and left the room to get water.
"Yun, what's happening?" Mingi asked his best friend, having bumped into him as he left the room you were in. As he walked to get you water, Yunho filled Mingi in on what happened.
"Damn... So where's the girl now?" Mingi questioned.
"In the room I came from. I left Seonghwa hyung with Hongjoong hyung. I think they'll need a clean up crew." Yunho said.
"On it." Mingi took his phone out and texted for a clean up crew. When Yunho retrieved a cold bottle of water for you, the two went back upstairs.
"I'll go let the others know what happened." Mingi said and parted ways with Yunho, who went back to you.
"I'm so sorry, Yunho sshi. This is all my fault, Hongjoong sshi was just trying to help me. If the owner asks what happened, just tell them it was all me. I didn't mean to cause trouble." You told the male the moment he entered the room.
"(y/n) sshi, it's not your fault, you didn't cause any trouble. And don't worry about Hongjoong hyung. He won't get in trouble with the owner." Yunho assured, opening the bottle for you.
"You're sure?" You asked, gulping the cold water.
"Seeing as to how he's the owner, I'm sure he'll be fine." Yunho tried to joke. Your jaw slacked slightly in surprise.
"So don't worry about him. Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" Yunho questioned. You shook your head, hands shaking slightly as you clutched the blanket.
"It could be the adrenaline, that's why you don't feel any pain even if you are injured." He said.
"I-Is Hongjoong okay?" You finally asked.
Yunho was surprised by your question. He thought after what you witnessed, you would have asked whether the other guy was okay. If you did, Yunho wouldn't know how to answer that, he didn't know if the guy made it out alive. Maybe the realisation of what actually happened hasn't sunken in for you yet.
"Feel better?" Seonghwa asked, the smoking cigarette between his fingers. Hongjoong blinked then shrugged, it did feel good to vent his emotions out.
"Should have just went to the fight club." He shot his best friend a small smile.
"Clean up crew is coming. We should head in." Seonghwa said and Hongjoong nodded, standing straight and heading in with him.
"Where's (y/n)?" Hongjoong asked.
"Yunho brought her to one of the rooms to calm her down. Mingi's the one that called clean up." Seonghwa informed, walking up the stairs with his hands tucked into his pockets.
"I should find (y/n) and talk to her." Hongjoong said as Seonghwa opened the door to the VIP room that the others were in.
"Hyung, are you okay?" San stood up.
"I'm fine. I can't say the same for the other guy though." Hongjoong nodded his head, taking the glass of whiskey Wooyoung offered to him and took a sip. The other guys all had had relieved looks on their faces while some even laughed.
"Let me go find (y/n)." Hongjoong turned to the door and almost bumped into Yunho, who was entering the room.
"(y/n)'s looking for you..." Yunho informed. At Yunho's words, the rest of the people in the room, including Hongjoong, had surprised looks on their faces.
"She is?" Hongjoong blinked. Yunho nodded and held the door open for him, pointing to where you were.
"(y/n) sshi? Can I come in?" Hongjoong knocked. He heard the soft hum from you and entered, closing the door behind him.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly, approaching your huddled form.
"I-I'm fine. But Yunho sshi thinks it could be a-adrenaline." You tried to look okay but Hongjoong could see how much you were trembling. He sat by you, where Yunho sat earlier.
"Drink this. It'll help." He held out the whiskey glass from his hand. With two shaky hands, you received the crystal glass and carefully took a sip. You winced at the burn and bitterness that hit your tongue. Hongjoong thought you were going to hand it back to him but you suddenly gulped the rest down.
"Woah, slow down." Taking the glass from you, he gave you the bottle of water from the table.
"What about y-you? Are you okay? W-Were you hurt?" You asked with a gulp, eyes trailing to the bruises on his knuckles. Hongjoong nodded his head.
"You are hurt." Hongjoong caught sight of your bruised wrist as you capped the waterbottle. You blinked and looked at your wrist.
"Oh." You looked at it.
"Hang on." Standing up, Hongjoong went to the door and yelled out for someone to get him a first aid kit. You couldn't see who it was but Hongjoong took the first aid kit from someone and returned to you.
"It's just a bruise..." You whispered. Hongjoong placed the first aid box on the table and opened it.
"I guess I wish I had the balm you made." Hongjoong tried to joke about small pot of homemade balm that you had given him.
"Y-You still have it with you?" You couldn't help your curiosity. Hongjoong hummed, his ears turning red. He held his hand out for you to show him your wrist. He was gently in applying a regular ointment over your wrist and wrapping it so it wouldn't smudge.
"Thank you, Hongjoong sshi." You said softly, looking at the bandage he tried his best to wrap neatly.
"No problem. It's the least I could do since you were injured in my establishment." Hongjoong replied, keeping the first aid stuff back into the box.
"It's okay, it's not your fault..." You murmured.
"I think I should go home now." You stood up and nearly fell over, feeling the throb in your ankle.
"Woah, careful." Hongjoong caught you, resulting in you leaning against his body, your face pressed into his chest. You winced as you tried to stand back up.
"Where are you hurt?" Hongjoong frowned with worry.
"It's fine. It's just my ankle." You tried your best to hide the pain but Hongjoong could see the grimace of pain.
"No, it's not fine. Let me get it checked out. Or at least sit down and ice it for a bit before you go." He insisted with a small frown. You chewed on your bottom lip. Being here was slowly making you feel more stressed and anxious, right now you just wanted to get out of here and go home.
"Hongjoong sshi. Please... I just want to go home." Tears filled your eyes. You couldn't control the way they fell down your face, they were not stopping.
"Alright, I'll take you home." He whispered, suddenly feeling a tightness in his chest from guilt as he watched you cry.
"Come on." Putting your arm around his shoulders, he helped you out of the room and down the stairs.
"Boss." The workers bowed to him as you passed them but he didn't acknowledge them. He led you to the VIP entrance in the back where the car was already waiting for you.
"Mr Kim." The driver opened the door for both of you. Hongjoong helped you in and removed his jacket, draping it over your lap.
"Hongjoong hyung." Yeosang called out to him just as he closed the door.
"I'm taking her home." Hongjoong informed. The 7 of them nodded and Hongjoong entered the other side to sit with you. You wiped your remaining tears with your hands, sniffling slightly.
Thankfully, Hongjoong didn't talk to you the rest of the trip home. You were so tired but your mind was racing. Whatever happened tonight has never happened to you before, you didn't know what to do and how to react.
"(y/n) sshi... We're here." His voice made you jump slightly. You blinked and looked up, seeing that you were indeed outside your apartment building.
"Oh... Thanks." You removed his jacket from your lap and got out of the car, standing on both legs.
"Let me escort you up, at least." Hongjoong came out from his side of the car.
"N-No, it's okay. I'd rather go up on my own." You shook your head. Hongjoong sighed and nodded his head, realising that he might be pushing you too much.
"Look, (y/n) sshi. I'm sorry about tonight and-"
"If it's okay with you, I would not like to think or revisit what happened tonight." You cut him off with a polite smile.
"Right..." He nodded. You cleared your throat and bowed gratefully to him before limping into your apartment building. Hongjoong stood there, making sure you went in safely before going into the car.
You entered your apartment and made sure to lock the door, leaning against the front door with a sigh. The first thing you did was text your friends that you were home. They may give you hell for texting them so late but you knew that they were just good friends and worried about you.
"Oh god..." You covered your mouth as you started to remember what happened tonight.
"What have I gotten myself into?" You asked yourself in disbelief. Did Mrs Kim know about Hongjoong and not tell you? Was there an underlying motive in getting to know you?
But what would Mrs Kim or Hongjoong want with you?
"No, no. Maybe she didn't know." You shook your head. Give wanted to give Mrs Kim the benefit of doubt.
"My son, he can be short tempered but underneath, he's just trying to protect everyone that he loves." Mrs Kim smiled softly as you poured more tea for her.
"He's a good son then." You hummed.
"He is. Even if I have a lot of faults and haven't been the best mother to him, he grew up to be a good man." She said.
"I hope you two can reconcile soon. It seems like you had a good relationship." You reached over to hold her hand. Mrs Kim merely shot you a sad smile that showed she thought otherwise.
"Maybe." Was all she said.
Hongjoong stood by his office window, staring out into the night sky. He sipped the whiskey from his glass, a soft sigh escaping him. As the leader of Ateez, he was never really open with his feelings. He didn't really like to feel vulnerable around anyone.
"You've been keeping everything in. So I guess it could have happened at any time when all your feelings come pouring out." Seonghwa said, sitting on the couch.
"It's annoying." Hongjoong sighed.
"Well, you're human, Joong. Even if you don't like your feelings, they'll always be there." Seonghwa chuckled.
"I don't even know her. But whenever she's around, I feel so conflicted. I'm angry and a part of me wants to resent her but I also want to talk to her." Hongjoong turned away from the window.
"Because whether you want to admit it or not, you want to know more about your mother." Seonghwa pointed out.
"This is so unnecessary, I don't need this." He groaned.
"But it is what it is. If you were to sit with her and learn more about your mother, can you say for certain that you'll be able to control your emotions?" Seonghwa asked.
"No. The mere mention of my mother by her makes me so..." Hongjoong clenched his fists.
"I'm not ready to hear what a wonderful person my mother was." He said bitterly.
"Then stay away until you are. Don't forget, it's not just about you. She has to be ready to hear your side too. To hear what your mother did to you and what your relationship was like." Seonghwa reminded. Hongjoong nodded glumly, that was another thing he didn't want to bring to the surface again.
"Look, after tonight, give her space to breathe. We just have to focus on other work for now, Ateez needs you." Seonghwa squeezed Hongjoong's shoulder.
"Mmm, I know. Thanks for holding down the fort, Seonghwa ah." Hongjoong shot his friend a smile.
"Of course. We're all behind you, supporting you, Joong." The taller hummed.
"She's not from our world, our normal is not her normal. And the less people in our world, the better." Seonghwa reminded. Hongjoong agreed, they've become so desensitised to violence and death.
"I'm worried that my mother's relationship with her has pulled her into our world, whether she wants it or not." Hongjoong said.
"Maybe, maybe not." Seonghwa shrugged.
Although Seonghwa didn't want to push Hongjoong to work more when he was already such a workaholic, he knew Ateez will serve as a distraction from you.
"About the guy from earlier..." Hongjoong's voice broke Seonghwa's train of thought.
"He's alive, in the hospital. But the police won't be investigating, they're just ruling it as a bar fight gone wrong. Even if he wanted to press charges, he can't argue against multiple eye witnesses." Seonghwa said, a glint in his eye.
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with school starting back up the temptation to write my blooming panic college!au grows with each passing day,,,
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