#but the enemy caught us on the corner before the goal and held it there for a bit

[mikaelsrose]

ONE SHOT: Princeling

Pairing: Tyril x (MC) Selene AU

Word count: 2800

Warnings: It's a smut, ok? Minors pls dni

A/n: Kinda enemies to lovers to enemies, kinda the result of a kinky thought at 2am. Fantasy politics. Don't read too much into it. Embrace the horny.

Tag list: @cashweasel @brycesgirl @watatsumi-island @sophie-summer @lilyoffandoms (if I forgot about someone I'm really sorry, keeping my taglist up-to-date proved to be impossible with my goldfish memory and the belief that "I'LL REMEMBER I DON'T HAVE TO WRITE IT DOWN) @choicesficwriterscreations

He tapped his fingers on the desk nervously, glancing at the clock every few seconds. She was running late. She was never late. His heart pounded at the very thought that the guards caught her, but he immediately reassured himself, thinking that she was a master charmer and a family member of the King's advisor—nobody should question her presence in the palace. Selene knew how to manipulate like nobody else.

Unable to stay in one place, Tyril opened the balcony door, trying to get as much fresh air into the room as possible despite the high humidity. The palace was located in the Valley of the Rhine, overgrown with ever blooming greenery, which only added to the feeble air circulation caused by the tropical climate of the kingdom. He ran a hand through his long hair, wet at the base, and took a deep breath. No use, the air outside was just as still as inside. 

Tyril, with his back against the balcony’s pillar, rubbed his tired eyes. He was being ridiculous. 

"Long day, Prince?"

His head perked up at the sound of her voice.

"Yes. However, we finally got to the pleasurable part," he responded, trying his best to contain the smile that tried to bloom on his face at her sight. “You’re late.”

Selene locked the door, taking her time with the answer, trying to determine the prince’s mood. Having grown up learning his behaviour, two words were enough to decipher what was happening in his mind. He was tired and perhaps still sore after the morning's sword fighting training which, according to a rumour, ended rather badly for the prince. 

She made her way towards him, slowly, gracefully, never breaking eye contact. It was a game, a contest with no particular goal, one that originated almost a decade earlier when she was first officially introduced at the palace as the daughter of Lord Vinsant, a respected and esteemed royal advisor who has been performing his duty for over thirty years. Selene vividly remembered the young prince, standing next to the King, as stiff as a board but smiling impudently, holding her gaze as if looking away equalled death. 

She wrapped her arms around his stomach, veiled by a silk robe. "Mal held me back."

Tyril nodded imperceptibly. 

"Did he ask you to hurry up and give him an answer already?"

"Don't spoil the mood."

The corner of his lips raised slightly, against his will and to hide his discomfort, his palm cupped Selene's face. "You look decent tonight."

She raised her eyebrows, surprised. "Decent? Decent is all I get for standing in the fitting room for three hours?"

"You know no humility."

"I know I deserve more than what you give me."

Tyril swallowed, his gaze slipping to her lips in a futile attempt to end the conversation. Although she meant it in a different context, she was right. She deserved more from him. 

Selene shook her head, changing the subject. 

"Let me take care of you, prince Tyril," she whispered, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. A barely audible "please" left his lips, just seconds before her tongue slid across his lower lip. 

Tyril would never admit what Selene's been aware of for years, the fact that she had him wrapped around her finger. She knew how to press his buttons, how to please him, how to make him believe her wishes and intentions were his own. The day he realised how she's played him, he gave her the best sex of her life. For the next week he was insufferable, bitter and twisted, making everyone's life unbearable, but it was worth it. 

"That must've been painful," mumbling into his lips, she outlined the black bruise on his hip when his pants fell to the ground. Tyril ignored the remark, focusing on undoing the most intricate clasp he'd ever seen. 

"You did that on purpose," he mumbled.

"I like to watch you struggle."

Exasperated, Tyril wasted no time once the dress pooled at their feet—holding her firmly, he lifted her up and slid inside her when her back touched the cold wall. She bit back a moan, and Tyril cursed under his breath. He's waited almost a month to hear a moan coming out of her mouth.

"I'm glad there's still a way to make you stop talking," he panted into her mouth, and his grip on her thighs tightened, making sure to leave a mark. "But that's the wrong moment."

"Let me be the judge of that."

"I won't move until those pretty lips make the sound I want to hear."

"Can you last that long?"

"Can you?"

His hand wandered around her stomach to finally land in the place she wanted him the most, pressing and stroking the swollen nub. Having lost her resolve within seconds, Selene moaned, ready to beg and promise sweet nothings just to make him move.

He smiled defiantly. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" 

His hand, the one that rested between her legs, moved to cup her chin, but she intercepted it, guiding it back there. "It's staying there."

Being a frequent presence at the royal court, Selene knew all the gossip and news, which was made her a dangerous enemy. There was one rumour going around, though, that she could confirm—the royal dick was exquisite, and she found herself lucky to be the only one to have tasted it. 

She felt him leaving a love mark on hear collarbone but at that moment she could not care less, not when his hips did its wonders. The worrying could come later.

"Imagine the scandal if we were spotted," he gasped into her mouth, holding her tight against the wall, buried deep inside her warm core. Despite her best efforts to snap back, tease, anything really, all that left her throat were quiet whimpers. "You're trouble, my darling."

"Even if the news of our affair had spread, you wouldn't have suffered any consequences, Princeling."

"It's a bad fame all the same," he rasped before a particularly deep thrust. "The monarchy cannot be perceived as weak," another thrust. A quiet moan escaped his lips, and his left hand clasped around the base of Selene's throat, applying some pressure. "Do you understand?"

In a pathetic act of desperation, she tightened the grip of her legs around the Prince's waist, forcing him to step even closer, get even deeper. Mewling and squirming, writhing in his embrace, she would agree to anything. He allowed her to try and regain control, with parted, swollen lips and a flush on his cheeks, graciously allowed her to think she had him in her grasp. Feeling the familiar clenching of her muscles around him, Tyril tightened the grasp on her throat, lifting her head with his index finger, forcing her to look him in the eye. 

"I said, do you understand?" 

She nodded profusely, wrapping a hand around his.

"You will not be the fall of me."

"What makes you think I'd do that?"

"I know you, Lady Vinsant, you and your vindictive nature. Don't you dare try to destroy my legacy," he snapped. He felt her nails dig so deep into the skin of his back to draw blood. 

"Your entire legacy is the foundation of an elite whorehouse, Prince Starfury. I'd be afraid to catch the clap by touching the door handle," she stuttered out, panting. "Rest assured, I won't come close."

"You're forgetting your place."

"You're talking too much."

Seizing the opportunity, Selene guided his hand from her throat to her chest, to the part of her that always made his anger evaporate, his favourite toys, or rather stress balls. Having spent so much time with them, he learned to treat them with expert care and what to do to make it the most pleasurable experience for the owner. 

She allowed herself to rest, to let him do all the work, as her head rested against the wall and her embrace weakened slightly. For Tyril it was a sign that she was close, and thank heavens, because he's been trying his best to get her to finish first which was a massive fucking undertaking after a three-week-long abstinence. 

He relished those sinful sounds she made. At that moment, he'd swear those were the best piece of music to have ever been produced. Sober, he'd admitted to himself that the best thing he's ever heard was "You make me feel funny things." She was drunk, and that sentence was the culmination of a long speech about her growing up thinking he was the enemy, in which she implied over and over that she had feelings for him. They never discussed it as she didn't remember, and he wouldn't dare bring it up, but it's been often on his mind.

He did love to make her look like utter mess. A panting, sweaty, flushed mess, begging him to do things no lady should ever say out loud. That he did admit to her. And she took his words to heart.

"That's new," Selene hummed, softly dragging her finger across a long, red scar on his abdomen. Tyril watched her with his head resting against the headboard, calmly taking in the sight of her pink cheeks and the slightly turned-up nose. Having reached over to the night stand, he handed her a glass jar with salve, which she took wordlessly. As she busied herself with applying the cold, sticky mixture on the angry looking skin, Tyril wrapped a streak of her blonde hair around his finger, the only curled one due to high humidity in the valley. 

"A close encounter with a harpy."

"Why do you do that? Why go out into the unknown when you have an army ready to grub up the entire greenery surrounding the castle?"

"For the thrill, I suppose. The castle becomes dull after a while, let alone after almost thirty years," he responded with a shrug, letting go of her hair and taking a look around the spacious chamber. 

Selene raised an eyebrow. "Is that why you let C��rdan defeat you this morning?"

"Why do you find it so hard to believe I simply lost this time? Círdan is the teacher, after all—he is supposed to be better than me. Otherwise, he would have nothing to teach me."

Selene snorted. She leaned over him, placing the jar on the night stand, her knee accidentally touching his crotch. 

An innocent smiled stretched on her lips as she saw him clench his jaw. "A harpy wasn't able to defeat you, but Círdan was?"

"Stop talking," he growled. 

She knew. Perhaps she'd known for a long time, and it was him who was oblivious to the obvious. He put himself in dangerous positions just to get a boost of adrenaline, a dangerous tactic, especially practised by an overconfident and stuck up prince. 

"Make me."

There was no foreplay in their case ever. They kept teasing each other, yes, but simply because that's how they preferred to get the deed done. That's why Tyril pushed her legs apart and placed himself between them, almost without a word. "I can go all night, love, but by midnight you'd lose your voice."

"I'm glad you still know your place, prince."

The way this man knew exactly how to please her made question his truthfulness—he swore she was his first, but his skills made him seem to be very much experienced, thus, he was either lying or just that talented. Whichever option it was, Selene was just glad she got to experience that before she died—she doubted anyone would ever make her feel that good again. 

When his hands reached over towards her chest, she knew it was over for her, it always went down the exact same way. His tongue worked relentlessly and excellently, the affirmation of that could probably be heard even by the guards passing by that side of the palace. Infuriatingly enough, he made it a point of honour not to use his fingers, so Selene instructed him to at least be a bit rougher with her breasts. She held a spark of hope when suddenly her legs began to tremble and his hands went back to keep them from strangling him—yet the prince remained ignorant of her shameless pleas. 

The climax was much more intense than they'd both expected, but as Selene lied spent in utter bliss, Tyril couldn't help but feel proud of himself. He left several wet kisses on the inside of her thighs and lazily rolled out of the embrace of her warmest part to lie next to her.

"The match has been made," Tyril spoke up once his breath evened out. Selene hummed against his neck, encouraging him to elaborate, as she took deep breaths, trying to calm down her pounding heart. 

"It's your friend, Lady Ade—"

"Who made that call?"

He swallowed, rapidly thinking of all the possible outcomes of this conversation. Perhaps he made a mistake by bringing up that subject.

"The King."

She nodded. The most important task now was to convince herself it was better that way.

"What about you? Have you made the decision yet? You can't keep them waiting, Selene, unless your plan is for them to give you up," he murmured, tenderly stroking her back. "You have to accept a suitor."

"I'm good."

He sighed. Tyril knew she waited for him to take matters into his own hands and choose her, to stand up to his father, to rule the land in a way that would bring prosperity and calmness. Meanwhile, she was right, his only achievement was founding a high quality house of ill repute. 

"I can't give you what you desire, my darling."

She propped her head on one hand, the other she rested on his cheek, stroking it tenderly. A smile stretched on her lips at the similarity of his eyes to the ocean she's seen recently. Calm, peaceful, yet hiding unbounded amounts of power, rage, and destruction. Instead of saying, "I know," she licked her lower lip and kissed him, slowly and tenderly, relishing in the feeling of his tongue against hers. "Be good to her, Tyril," she whispered instead, and untangled herself from his embrace. 

Tyril suddenly felt overwhelmed by the spreading panic as he watched her dress herself and approach the door. 

"It pains me to think of you with someone else, but it has to be done. You were never mine, I don't have the right to ask you to stay."

"I was yours over and over again," she mumbled. "All you had to do was speak up–"

"It wouldn't have changed anything, Selene. Your knowledge of the power relations in the palace is faulty. As long as the King reigns, no one in his family has the right to decide for themselves."

"And Adeline, of all people," she continued, fighting with the zip of her dress. Murmuring to herself, she collected her belongings, careful not to forget anything since she was probably never coming back there. She halted her actions when she'd realised Tyril became quiet a while ago. Suspiciously quiet. She came closer to him, searching for an answer in his profile. For the first time, he didn't dare look her in the eye, and that very fact made her feel a pit in her stomach. Thinking of all their encounters, of her audiences with the Royal Family, balls and trainings, she couldn't come up with the reason for his behaviour. 

"Her father is a very influential man–"

"No," she snapped. "Don't you dare lie to me now. Look at me."

It was unusual to see the prince so uncomfortable. In a different situation, she'd gloat. Now she had to stop herself from clenching her hand on his jaw and crushing that spoilt pretty face. 

"It was a decade ago. It was her mother who spread the rumours about you," he said low, his gaze dropping to her clenched jaw. "You've been out of the competition since then. That was the cost of your father retaining his position. A marriage with you would weaken us."

His hand itched to wipe the tear that rolled down her rosy cheek. 

"You used me," she hissed through gritted teeth. "I've come here every week for a year. We've known each other since we were children," she blinked, trying to get rid of the tears gathering in her eyes. She felt her body shaking with rage and desperation. He betrayed her. "You've known and didn't think of telling me. Instead, you watched me abase myself before you and–"

"Don't pretend that you didn't come here out of your own volition to get properly fucked–”

Slap. Tyril snorted.

"I've never regretted not having a knife in my hand as much as I do right now."

"If you want to make me the villain, go ahead. You're in no position to actually hurt me."

Selene shook his head in disbelief. Was it a game for game since the very beginning? It certainly didn't feel so at the moment, but perhaps he was just that good of a manipulator. More than at him, she was angry with herself for actually believing he was different from what everyone around her said.

"Watch your back, Princeling."

[gammija]

The final Web!Martin evidence list

Now that canon is done, and we’ve got word of god confirmation that Web!Martin wasn’t complete nonsense, I decided to go back to my lil chronological evidence list and actually clean it up a bit, delete parts that in hindsight weren't all that indicative, and put everything in a slightly more readable format. (Obligatory disclaimer that i don’t and never did believe or advocate for some kind of evil web!martin, and that I'm not intending to connect a moral judgement to martin (or anyone else for that matter) having some of these traits)

So here: The (hopefully, please) final list with Web!Martin Evidence! Presented in order of importance, according to. me

The final (hopefully) Web!Martin evidence list

(In order from most to least obvious)

Spiders

I mean, it’s called the Web. TMA reiterates quite a few times that Martin liked spiders. Sometimes it IS that easy.

MAG022: Martin: "I like spiders. Big ones, at least. Y’know, y’know the ones you can see some fur on; I actually think they’re sort of cute -"

MAG038: | Sasha: "A spider?" Jon: "Yeah. I tried to kill it…" [...] Sasha: [Chuckles] "Well, I won’t tell Martin." Jon: "Oh, god. I don’t think I could stand another lecture on their importance to the ecosystem."

MAG059: Jon: "I have done my best to prevent Martin reading this statement in too much detail. I have no interest in having another argument about spiders."

MAG079: Jon: "Apparently, biologically, his account of the spiders doesn’t make any sense according to Martin."

MAG197: Martin: “What? Because I like spiders? Well, used to.”

Lies and subterfuge

Martin is able to use lying and subterfuge to achieve his goals, and is called manipulative a few times.

Lies:

MAG022: Martin: "[He] became slightly more co-operative after I lied to him and told him that one of the upstairs residents had buzzed me in."

MAG056: Martin: "I lied on my CV."

MAG158: Peter: “But you said –” Martin: “Honestly, I mostly just said what I thought you wanted to hear.”

MAG164: Jon: "You – I actually believed you!"

MAG189: Martin: “Sorry. Sorry, John. Not sure how much everything up there actually understood what was going on. But, y’know, I didn’t want to take any chances so it made sense to… um…” Jon: “Put on a show?” Martin: “Yeah, basically, more or less.”

MAG191: Martin: "That's not true." Arun: "Liar!"

Subterfuge:

The plan in 118, which revolved around convincing Elias that Martin was only “acting out”, to create a distraction for Melanie. (Also compare the way he evades giving a straight answer here with the way Annabelle talks in 196.)

Working with Peter in s4 under false pretenses, to distract him from Jon and eventually try to learn what Peter wanted.

Manipulation accusations:

These, I know, are somewhat contentious, since it’s mostly villains saying this to him. I’m still including them, since

1): From a media analysis standpoint, being mentioned 3 times is a sign to pay attention, even when it may not be the full truth.

2): I only see it as describing Martin’s behaviour in the previous points, not as a moral judgement; Especially since he almost always ‘manipulates’ people in positions of power over him.

Still, if it bothers anyone, feel free to ignore these.

MAG138: Martin: "That’s it? No, no monologue, no mind games? You love manipulating people!" Elias: "That makes two of us."

MAG186: Martin: “I can be a real manipulative prick, you know that?” Also Martin: “Oh yeah.”

MAG196: Annabelle: “Because you always managed to get what you wanted through smiles and shrugs and stammerings that weren’t nearly as awkward as they seemed.” [SMALL SOUND OF MARTIN’S CONCESSION TO THE POINT] Martin: “Point taken.”

The Lonely/the Web

The Lonely and the Web sometimes affect Martin to similar degrees.

In season 3, when Martin is getting used to reading statements for the first time, most of them leave him emotionally affected: MAG084, MAG088, MAG090,

MAG095: Martin: “S-S-Statement… done.” [HEAVY BREATHING & TREMBLING AS MARTIN STEADIES HIMSELF] “I don’t like recording these. There. I-I said it.”,

MAG098: Martin: [Panting] “End of statement.” [Deep breath] “I, um, I think I might need to sit down. Oh. Yeah, I am. Right. I don’t, uh, I’m not really sure if these are actually getting easier or harder. I mean I don’t feel –”

Only the last two statements he reads are remarkably easier. This might be a hint that Martin is just getting used to reading them, but the quote from MAG098 seems to contradict that. Either way, it’s likely not a coincidence that those last two happen to be the Lonely and the Web:

MAG108: Martin: “Statement ends.” (exhale) “That wasn’t so bad…”

MAG110: Martin: “Statement ends.” [...] “I mean, I think it sounds like a Jurgen Leitner book. About spiders. Hm. Good John didn’t have to read this one, anyway. I know he’s not a fan. Although, this one wasn’t too bad, actually! I – yeah. Anyway.”

In season 5, there are two powers’ Domains that actually affected Martin mentally, as opposed to only physically: the Lonely’s, in 170 (and arguably 186), and, depending on your interpretation, in 172, when Martin went exploring without knowing why he did so.

Proximity

Martin investigates a lot of the Web statements during season 1 to 3 (in other words, when the archive team still researches statements). The only ones he isn’t mentioned in during this period are MAG019 and MAG020, when he’s being harrassed by worms, and MAG081, which Jon records by himself outside of the institute.

Most notably, he’s the one who discovered the statement in MAG114, ‘Cracked Foundations’, which is the one statement in the entire show that sets up the interdimensional properties of HTR.

The Web!Lighter passed through Martin's hands first, before he gave it to Jon.

Similarly, Annabelle mostly spoke to Martin in season 5, despite most other Avatars usually focusing on Jon.

Aesthetics

Apart from the above obviously Web related areas, there are some other aesthetics which are mentioned in connection to both the Web and Martin, throughout canon.

These are describing the Web;

These are describing Martin.

Tapes:

Martin is the only character to treat the tape recorders as friends - any other character is either indifferent, or treats them as enemies.

MAG039: Martin: "I think the tapes have a sort of… low-fi charm."

MAG154 Martin: “Oh. Hi. Hello again.” … (small laugh) “Sorry pal, false alarm this time.”

MAG156 Martin: “Mm? Oh.” [HE LAUGHS, GENTLY.] “Yeah. (rustling paper) I was going to read one. Hate for you to miss it!” [SHORT, FORCED LAUGH, AS HE FLAPS THE STATEMENT AROUND.]

MAG170 Martin: “Oh. Oh, hello. What’s this? Wow, retro! What are you up to, little buddy; just – listening? That’s okay. It’s nice to have someone to talk to.”

MAG190 Jon: "[The tapes] seem to like [Martin]."

Retro:

MAG069: Statement: “I only saw Annabelle Cane once during this period. She wasn’t hard to pick out. She dressed like a vintage clothing store exploded on her, and her short bleach-blonde hair stood out sharply against dark skin.”

MAG160: Jon: “Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic.” Martin: “It – might. Maybe.”

MAG163: Annabelle/the Web callying Martin via an old payphone: [ A PHONE RINGS. IT’S NOT THE TINNY, ELECTRONIC SOUND OF A CELLPHONE – NO, THIS IS A TRUE, HEAVY, CLASSIC RING.] Martin: “Uh. John? Uh, J, John – the, uh, payphone that’s – here, for some reason – it’s ringing?”

Hatred of burns:

MAG067: Jack Barnabas’ statement: “I looked up and noticed within the corner of the room, where there had been a spider’s web this morning, there was just a faint wisp of smoke.” “Another held a bag that seemed to be full of candles, while a third had a clear plastic container filled with hundreds of tiny spiders.”

MAG139: Statement by member of Cult of the Lightless Flame: “The Mother of Puppets has always suffered at our hand; all the manipulation and subtle venom in the world means nothing against a pure and unrestrained force of destruction and ruin.” Agnes burned down Hilltop Road.

MAG145: The Web ties Gertrude to Agnes, stopping the Desolation’s ritual (the only Power whose ritual the Web is known to have prevented).

MAG167: Gertrude enlists Agnes’/the Desolation’s help in order to burn her assistant Emma, who was Web aligned.

MAG169: Martin: "Look, I just – don’t want to get burned, all right? It’s, it’s like my least favorite pain ever. [...] I, I legitimately hate burns, alright? They’re, they’re awful, and they scar horribly, and they just – it – it just makes me sick; I, I hate it. Hate it!"

Phrasing:

MAG039: Martin: "I’m trapped here. It’s like I can’t… move on and the more I struggle, the more I’m stuck. [...] It's just that whatever web these statements have caught you in, well, I’m there too. We all are, I think."

MAG079: Martin's poem: "The threads of people walking, living, lovi–"

MAG117: Martin: "This last couple of years, I’ve always been running, always hiding, caught in someone else’s trap, but, but now it’s my trap, and, well, I think it’ll work. I know, I know it’s not exactly intricate, but it felt good leaving my own little web. Oh, oh, Christ, I hope John doesn’t actually listen to these. “Good lord, is Martin becoming some sort of spider person?” No, John, it’s an expression, chill out! Besides, spiders are fine. I mean, yes, people are scared of them, obviously, but actual spiders, they just want to help you out with flies."

MAG167: Jon: “Methinks the Spider dost protest too much.” Martin: “Jon –” Jon: “Joking! Just joking.”

Personality:

How applicable these are depends heavily on how you interpret Martin's own personality, so your mileage may vary.

MAG008: Statement: “Nobody ever said a word against Raymond himself, though, who was by all accounts a kind and gentle soul [...]”

MAG123: Jon: "The Web does seem to have a preference for those who prefer not to assert themselves."

MAG147: Annabelles statement: "I discovered a deep and enduring talent inside myself for lying. [...] My manipulations were not intricate, but they were far beyond what was expected of a child my age, and I have always believed that the key to manipulating people is to ensure that they always under- or overestimate you. Never reveal your true abilities or plans."

Word of God and Annabelle

I kinda wanted to ‘prove’ that Web!Martin had quite a bit of evidence to back it up, hence this header being last. But of course, in this post-canon world, there are a few lines that most obviously confirm the theory:

MAG197: Martin is Web enough to be able to read the 'vibrations', like Annabelle, and see Jon and Basira (the latter being especially notable, as he hadn't known she was there beforehand): [CHITTERING, BUZZING AND HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALS CHANGE CADENCE] Martin: "Wait… Wait, hang on, is that him?" Annabelle: "Yes. I guess you’re better with the Web than we thought." Martin: "And – Wait, ha– No, uh… is that… Basira? He – He’s got Basira with him!" Annabelle: "Yes."

Season 5 Q&A part 2: Jonny: “Essentially, it was fascinating looking at the fandom and, like, the Web!Martin believers, because what they were doing was correctly picking up on hints dropped in the early seasons that were later, like, not exactly abandoned, but it was much more like, ‘Well, no, he does have like aspects of The Web to him, but he is moreover The Lonely.’ And that came about very… very organically, really. Because throughout Season 3 and going into Season 4, we had this conversation and we were like, ‘No, actually he's like-” Alex: “‘It can't be, it cannot be, it must be the other way round’ Yeah.”

(Note that they say “throughout season 3 and going into season 4,” which likely means that season 1, season 2, and at least part of season 3, aka half of the entire show, were written with Web!Martin as an intentional possibility.)

If you read all that, thanks so much! Obviously, Web!Martin never really came to fruition, so it's fine if you still don't like it. This is just a post explaining where it was coming from, at least for me and the other theorists I've spoken to.

[hispipsqueak]

A Workplace Affair

Kei Tsukishima x F!Reader - NSFW

Summary: As the new tour guide at the Sendai Museum and presenter of their space exhibit, you have to work closely with the head of the dinosaur exhibit. Can you and Tsukishima learn to put aside your differences or are you going to have to work things out a different way?

Word Count: 3781

A/N: AHHHH. I put my soul into this piece I swear. As you know, Tsukishima is the absolute love of my life and I actually based this piece on this lovely commission from @/novaasoph on Instagram! I spent so long looking up dinosaur facts and the dress in the picture and story is actually a dress I own. Yes this is EXTREMELY self-indulgent, but I tried to make it as inclusive as possible because WE ALL NEED TO BE RAILED BY TSUKISHIMA IN A CLOSET OKAY?? As always likes and reblogs are hella appreciated 💕

TW: unprotected sex, enemies to lovers, slight public sex, oral sex (m receiving), workplace sex, my simping for Kei is v apparent

Here you were, a fresh-faced college graduate. After years of grueling nights spent studying and pulling all nighters to reach your goals, you had finally landed the job of your dreams working for the Sendai museum. The museum had hired you for their new Space exhibit and you would be one of their lead tour guides. The man who hired you, your new boss technically, had been desperate. The museum was preparing for an onslaught of tours now that the space exhibit was open. As Mr. Hashimoto excitedly explained, “Kids love space and dinosaurs and we finally got them both! Now we just need a good tour guide!” Mr. Hashimoto was an older grandfatherly type man, with large glasses, and a bushy grey mustache. Immediately you felt comfortable and warm from his friendliness.

He led you through a short tour of the museum, finally stopping at the last and largest exhibit, a cheery green sign declaring it the “Dinosaur Zone!”. You were in awe over the large T.Rex skeleton in the center of the room. 

“It’s beautiful!” You excitedly turned to Mr. Hashimoto.

He smiled at you, his eyes crinkling. 

“It really is, isn’t it? One of our prized displays. And of course, here comes the man of the hour.” He gestured toward a tall man walking towards the two of you.

The man was tall, at least 6 feet. His hair was blonde with a slight curl near his ears. He wore black half-rim glasses and his eyes were a bright golden hue. You could tell through his suit he was toned and muscular. His white button up was fitted very well against his broad chest and you felt your body heat up. Whoever this man of the hour was, he was HOT.

And the hot guy was staring at you, clearly annoyed.

“Miss Y/N, this is Mr. Kei Tsukishima, the “Dino Man”, if you will. He used to run the tours on this end, and now works more on the exhibit handling. If you need to know anything about this area, he will be your go-to!” Mr. Hashimoto chuckled. 

You extended your hand happily and after a beat, Tsukishima shook your hand. His hand engulfed yours in size and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“Since you are new here, Tsukishima will be assisting you on running the tours, at least in this area. You two will be spending a lot of time together, so I suggest getting to know each other well!” He clapped you both on the shoulder and walked away. You saw Tsukishima stiffen and you were slightly disappointed when he began heading back toward his office, leaving you alone.

“Um, Tsukishima!” You called out, your voice echoing in the empty room. The blonde turned back, an eyebrow raised. You waited for him to respond but when he was silent, you spoke again.

“Uh...I look forward to working with you!” You smiled. He stared at you blankly and gave the briefest nod, before turning back around and walking away.

Well...that was...terrible.

Feeling dejected, you headed back to grab your bag and head home. You heard a door close in the distance. What you didn’t see was Kei with his back pressed against it, face red with a blush.

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“As you can see here, these guys were pretty ferocious. I mean look at how big they were!” You stretched your arms out exaggeratedly, earning a loud laugh from the children you were currently leading on a tour. A few of the kids also started stretching their arms, growling at each other and laughing. You smiled, before hearing Tsukishima clear his throat.

“Well...ferocious if you were a tree. That’s an Aralosaurus. They were herbivores. Meaning they only ate plants.” Tsukishima gave you a pointed look, the ghost of a smirk dancing on his lips. You could feel your face heat up and turned around to face the children.

“Either way, it’s a pretty scary guy, I think!” You said smiling at the kids. You were determined to not lose your cool in front of the group you were leading. 

“Actually, they were pretty docile creatures. They used this bulge to blow air out and scare predators away, but they weren’t a ‘scary guy’ as you so eloquently put it”. Tsukishima interjected.

You could feel your eyes about to roll back into your skull and you forced your smile to remain cheerful. 

“Thank you so much for the information, Mr. Tsukishima. Or as we call him around here, Dino Boy!” You gave a fake laugh, feeling satisfied at the little crease appearing between his eyebrows as he gritted his teeth. You directed the children to the interactive sandbox where they could dig for plastic fossils. As the kids excitedly grabbed their buckets and shovels, you took a much needed mental break. Your exhibit was last, as the kids needed to burn out their excitement before the planetarium show and the dino exhibit usually tuckered them out well enough.

Lost in thought, you didn’t hear Tsukishima walk toward you. He stopped right next to you, his shoulder practically touching yours.

“Dino boy, really? That’s what we are going with today?” he muttered as the two of you watched the kids dig in the sandbox. You smirked and turned to face him.

“At least I don’t spend all day correcting people.” 

“Well if you actually researched anything for your job instead of acting like a child, I wouldn’t have to correct you.” He looked at you with a withering stare. You felt yourself crumble inside. Tsukishima’s gaze could kill a man, but fuck if you weren’t going down without a fight.

The two of you held similar arguments every day. Whether it was an incorrect fact, going down the wrong “order” of displays, heck even the way you wore your badge, Tsukishima was there with a snide comment and you were sick of it.

“So I don’t know every little thing to know about dinosaurs. There are better ways to correct people you know!” You let out a short huff, before turning your head to walk back to the group. You could feel his gaze on you and you held your head high as you led the children to the space exhibit. As you began to talk about the galaxies, out of the corner of your eye you saw Tsukishima walk into the room and find a seat near the back.

Curious, as he usually didn’t interact with you outside of annoying corrections in the dinosaur exhibit. You chose to ignore him and kept talking, getting more excited as you explained the Milky Way galaxy and described the show you would put on for the tour group. You started the exhibit and sat down in your usual seat, which happened to be next to Tsukishima. 

As the lights dimmed and the stars began to display on the arched ceiling, you could feel how close you actually were to Tsukishima. Your arms were nearly touching and you became very aware of how your heartbeat began to race. You attempted to focus on the program, as the built in narrator discussed the difference between the planets. You turned to sneak a look at the man next to you and found him already looking back at you. Your breath caught in your throat. His expression was unreadable but he didn’t look angry. His honey colored eyes were fixated on you and you felt your body tremble.

Before you could process what any of this meant, the narration stopped and you jumped up. 

“As the video discussed, the planets fall into multiple categories! The cool thing about that is that even though we perceive them as something solid and perfectly round similar to basketballs, some of them are gas giants...”

You continued on, feeling only slightly disappointed as you watched Tsukishima sneak back out the door.

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“Are you kidding me, Tsukishima?” you shouted. You were standing in the break room, hands on your hips. He was standing in front of you a white mug in his hand, with his eyebrow raised.

“What are you even talking about?” He looked almost bored with the whole interaction as he poured coffee into his cup.

“Somehow all of my mugs are on the tallest shelf. The shelf only YOU can reach.” You glared at him.

He placed his mug down on the countertop and turned to you, lazily.

“Why on earth would I do that?” His eyes narrowed and a smirk crossed his face. 

You crossed your arms. 

“I don’t know, because you are just a giant bully?” Your eyes lowered and before he could react you grabbed his cup of coffee and stalked off. 

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“What is the matter with you?!” Tsukishima yelled from his office, his voice echoing in the empty exhibit hall. The next tour wasn’t for a couple of hours.

You gently placed the box of files you were carrying on the cart in front of you. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow?” You looked up at him with false innocence in your eyes. 

“Why are all my pens now pink sparkle gel pens???!” He shouted at you, a fluffy topped pink pen in his hand.

Your eyes widened in mock surprise. 

“Now Tsukki, why on Earth would I do that?” You turned to push the cart and ran right into Mr. Hashimoto, who cleared his throat, smiling at the two of you.

“Now I am always one for inter-office tomfoolery, but the two of you are going a little overboard. So unless morale improves around here, I may have to take drastic action.” He kept the smile on his face but there was a warning look in his eyes. You both gulped. 

“Sorry, Mr. Hashimoto. This will never happen again.” Tsukishima was the first to speak. You bowed your head in agreement and Hashimoto, satisfied with your responses, walked away. You turned to walk away back to your cart before Tsukishima grabbed you by the wrist, and dragged you into a tiny storage room.

“Look, I know you despise me but I am not going to lose my job to some little girl in a stupid dress.” He hissed at you.

You looked down at your dress. It was dark blue with galaxies and planets patterned all over, quite fitting for your job actually. 

“Shut up, dino boy. My dress isn’t stupid! And I am not going to lose my job to some mean schoolyard bully.” You raised your hand to flick his forehead, and he grabbed your wrist, pushing you against the wall.

“You need to learn some manners, little girl.” His voice dropped to a dangerously low whisper, and the two of you glared at each other. He was so close to you, his chest nearly touching yours and you felt your blush creep up as his brilliant eyes pierced into you.

You felt the heat pool between your legs and you squeezed your thighs together. The shadow of a smile passed over his face.

“Don’t tell me you’re turned on right now.” He said, letting out a soft mocking laugh. You gritted your teeth.

“Of course not, asshole. You’re the one who dragged me into a closet and are now pressing yourself against me, perv.” You spat back.

The sound of voices interrupted your argument and Tsukishima quickly clapped a hand over your mouth. The two of you being caught in this position regardless of the reason would be a terrible look for both of you. Your eyes widened and you held your breath until the voices outside the door faded away.

He slowly pulled his hand away and the two of you looked at each other. Before either of you could think, his lips were against yours, pressing you into the wall of the storage room.

His hand cupped your face as he deepened the kiss and you fell back, letting him take charge. He tasted like peppermint tea and citrus and you felt dizzy from the overwhelming sensations. You wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through the curly hair behind his ears, gently tugging to pull him closer towards you. 

He let out a low groan into your mouth, and you nibbled on his lower lip. He had one hand tangled in your hair and the other was making its way down your body, pulling down the strap of your dress. His kisses moved lower, soft lips pressing down your neck. He sucked a mark into your skin, grazing his teeth over the spot before soothing it with his tongue. You closed your eyes, arching your back away from the wall.

“Fuck...you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” He whispered into your skin, before kissing your collarbone. Your skin intoxicated him and he needed more of you in every way.

You breathed out a sigh, “Could have fooled me.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, gazing into your eyes.

“You’re annoying, childish, ridiculous, absolutely over-the-top stubborn. And fucking gorgeous. You don’t know shit about dinosaurs, and yet you can make dead stars seem like the most interesting thing in the universe. You captivate the room when you walk through the door and I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.”

This time it was you who kissed him, your tongues exploring each other's mouths. His hand slipped under your lab coat and tugged slightly on the zipper of your dress, waiting for confirmation. You moaned into his mouth and he dragged the zipper down slowly, his fingertips brushing your spine. You slid your hand to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt. You could feel the muscles and ran your fingers over his abs, chiseled from years of athleticism.

He shrugged off his jacket and loosened his tie, as you let your dress pool to the floor. His eyes roamed your body, wanting to claim every inch of it as his. You were ethereal and Tsukishima had the urge to worship all of you. 

You looked up at him, eyes shining brightly even in the dimly lit room.  He placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to his.

“Stunning.”

You giggled, and pressed a kiss to his neck, leaving a mark from your lipstick. He leaned back against the wall as you kissed down his chest, leaving a trail of cherry red over his porcelain skin. Soon you were on your knees, running your fingers over his soft happy trail before undoing his belt. Slowly, you slid down his slacks, noticing the dark stain of precum on his navy boxers. You pressed a kiss on each side of his abs, in the indentations of his V line. You ran your nails over the head of his erection, teasing him. He let out a soft hiss and you grinned. Perhaps another time, you would have spent all day teasing him, his whimpers like music to your ears.

But today, you were in a time crunch.

Using two fingers, you tugged down the elastic waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock.

It was beautiful, just like the man it belonged to. Long and slender, with the prettiest pink tip, dotted with a slick bead of precome. 

You gave kitten licks to the tip, savoring his taste. Tsukishima threw his head back biting his lip. He needed more of your mouth and you were oh so happy to please.

Taking his length in your mouth, you deepthroated him, pressing your nose to the base, and felt the soft curly blond hairs tickle your skin.

Tsukishima's eyes rolled back as you began to suck him down, your throat clenching around his cock. His hands gripped your hair almost painfully, though it only added to your excitement.

You bobbed on his cock, pulling it nearly all the way out of your warm mouth before forcing it back down your throat. Swirling your tongue around the head with each thrust. You looked up at him, your eyes brimming with tears.

"Fuck you look so beautiful wrapped around my cock like that. I just wanna ruin you, pretty girl."

He started face-fucking you, slowly at first but when he felt no resistance from you, he began to speed up. His fingers grasped your hair, forcing his cock deeper down your throat with each thrust. Your tears fell freely now and you could see red smears of your lipstick decorating his shaft.

You moaned around him, your face wet with spit and tears and you could only imagine how wrecked you looked. Tsukishima let out a string of curses under his breath, jerking his hips upward to meet your mouth.

"Shit, fuck, just like that, baby. Fuck yes just like that…fuck gonna cum, gonna cum…" His eyes were screwed shut and you could see the blush enveloping his face, small drops of sweat running down. You forced yourself to take him as deep as possible, gagging on his cock.

With a loud moan, Tsukishima exploded inside your mouth. You could feel the hot ropes of cum sliding down your throat and you whimpered as you swallowed all of him down. 

You finally released him from your lips, strings of saliva connecting you to his cock. He pulled you up, pressing a kiss to you. 

"Fuck that was incredible." He whispered, wiping the smeared mess off your face. You felt something poking your thigh and realized he was still hard.

He looked at you and chuckled.

"Yeah turns out being an athlete gives you stamina." he said teasingly before pushing you up against the wall. “Don’t tell me you think I’m done with you yet.”

His fingers slid down your body, roughly tugging down your bra. He buried his face in your chest, biting and sucking on your tits, grazing over the hardened buds with his teeth. While he busied his mouth, his hands continued down, circling the wetness on your panties.

“You want this, pretty girl? You this wet for me?”  he whispered, before easing a finger into your soaking hole. You threw your head back. His fingers were long and slender and hit the deepest parts of you. He began to roll his thumb over your clit softly, listening to your quiet moans. He pressed another finger inside you, fucking you on them in preparation for his cock. Your arousal dripped down his wrist and his mouth watered thinking of your taste. Soon, he wanted to bury himself between your thighs, making you cream on his tongue over and over. But that would have to wait.

“Fuck...Tsukishima...I need, I need your cock. Please, please, please.” you panted, almost like a prayer.

“Say my name, pretty girl. Tell me who’s cock you need. Do that for me baby.” He grinned, working a third finger into you.

“Fuck...Kei...please, please Kei. Fuck me. Need your cock, Kei.” You pleaded, your body ablaze with your imminent high.

“Such a good girl.” He smirked, before pulling his fingers out abruptly. You whined as you clenched around nothing, but not for long as he pressed his cock to your entrance.

“Look at me.” He demanded. You looked up at him. Your hair and makeup were ruined, your eyes lidded with desire. Your lips were puffy and parted, whimpers of his name falling from your lips like a mantra as you begged for him. You were so goddamn beautiful.

He gripped your thighs, spreading you open, and slammed himself inside you. You swore you could feel the walls behind you shake. He pistoned his cock in and out of you, each thrust hitting deeper spots. You felt like you were breaking in half and coming together at the same time. 

“Fuck Kei!!! Feels so fucking good.” You cried into his neck. You could taste the sweat on his skin as he gave all of himself to you.

“So tight, pretty girl. So fucking tight. God you’re so fucking perfect.” He panted into your hair, as he dug his fingertips into your plush thighs. 

Your eyes rolled back, stars dancing in your vision. Your cunt clamped down around him, squeezing around his cock tightly. His balls slapped against your ass as he buried himself deeper and deeper into you. You were rapidly approaching your climax, each thrust taking you higher and higher.

Kei bit down on your shoulder, his movements sloppier as he neared his own release. You could feel his body tense, his shoulder muscles flexing under your fingers. 

“Cum with me, please y/n. Please pretty girl, cum with me.” He groaned into your ear, and his voice sent you over the edge.

“Oh god, fuck….Kei!” You screamed, and he quickly swallowed your shouts with a kiss. You could feel his cock twitch inside you, unloading streams of cum as your pussy milked every last drop from him. Your combined juices coated the tops of your thighs and you held each other for dear life, both of you gasping for air.

Your legs threatened to give out underneath you and he held you closer, pressing soft kisses to your hair, whispering inaudible words of praise. Your body melted in his touch and the two of you stood there for what felt like hours, but must have only been minutes.

Your phone chimed from the pocket of your labcoat, drawing the both of you from your post-coital haze.

“Shit, tour in twenty minutes.” The two of you scrambled to get dressed and you checked your face in your phone camera.

“Fuck I can’t give a tour looking like this!” You panicked, wiping furiously at your face. Tsukishima laughed, before producing a box of tissues from a shelf behind you. 

“I’ll grab some water, though I must say it’s a damn shame since you look so beautifully fucked out.” He teased, before adjusting his tie and walking out. He returned quickly with a water bottle  and you attempted to make yourself somewhat presentable, to his sarcastic yet sweet commentary.

As the two of you prepared to leave the room, he glanced down at you. 

“So, dinner tonight?”

You grinned. 

“Sure Dino Boy.”

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Bonus:

The two of you left the room as nonchalantly as possible, though still a little disheveled from dressing in a dark closet. A booming voice rang out.

“There you two are! Your tour is just about to start, Y/N!” Mr. Hashimoto motioned for you to head to greet the group. As you walked away (and Kei attempted to not stare at your ass), Mr. Hashimoto turned to Kei.

“You know, Mr. Tsukishima. Red is quite a good look for you.” 

[wicked-mind]

From The Ashes

Summary: The last time you saw Bucky and Steve was in the 1940’s. Now that you’re somehow in the present with them confused on how, the truth is going to come out eventually.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Swearing, death and revival.

All Writings Masterlist

*gifs not mine

“What are we doing?” Bucky asked towards Steve as they stood in the elevator waiting to get to the floor to the briefing room. They had been called up by Sam in an urgent matter.

Steve looks at Bucky, his arms folded across his chest, “Not sure. Sam just said it was urgent.” He said, his face like stone but behind those blue eyes sat a hint of worry about what the situation could entail. Once the elevators door opened, Steve lead the way to the briefing room and looked at Sam, “What’s going o-“ His words cut off when he realized Sam wasn’t alone in the room and behind him in the chair sat a woman he had seen before but not since the 1940’s.

Bucky was right behind him but he saw the woman before Steve and froze behind him. Those eyes… He would know them anywhere. They’ve snuck into his dreams many times before and it always made a deep ache in his heart. Only Steve knew about what you meant to him. You were his doll. His sweetheart. His best and only girl. He had tried to figure out what became of you when he escaped the grasp of Hydra but all he could figure out is that you seemed to pass away in a house fire. He scanned you over, his lips parted in disbelief, “Y/N?” He finally breathed out.

You smiled softly over towards the two, “Hello, Stevie.” You said before your eyes flickered to stare into Bucky’s, “Hi, Bucky.” The last time you had seen them was 1943 before Bucky was shipped off to England and Steve managed to somehow get accepted into the military. You knew how you ended up here decades later, but that was a secret only known to you. But you decided today was a good day to make your presence to them known since Bucky seemed to be doing better from what you saw on the news.

Steve was the first to move, walking towards you and sitting beside you in his own chair, “How are you here?” He asks softly, scanning over every part of your face to make sure it was really you.

When you were about to speak, Bucky interrupted walking over towards you but keeping a little distance between you, “How do we know it’s really you?” He asks, still on guard. It wasn’t everyday someone who had been thought dead just appears in the future. There’s only been a few people that happened to and he was one of them along with Steve.

You smiled over at Bucky, “Need proof, darlin?” You ask and watch his eyes soften at the pet name you used to call him, his posture relaxing a little from being on guard. They knew your secret. You held your hand out in front of you, palm up and a small flame suddenly appeared in your hand before you closed your palm, extinguishing it. Steve and Bucky were the only ones that knew of your enhanced abilities- Pyrokinesis. You could control and create fire with your mind. It was kept a secret because in the forties people saw those who were enhanced humans as some sort of sorcerer or a witch but once Bucky and Steve had caught you fiddling a flame on your fingers as you read, you came clean. You thought it would deter them from being friends with you, ruin your relationship with Bucky thinking he didn’t want to be with a freak. But that wasn’t the case. They both still accepted you.

As soon as the flame extinguished in your palm, Bucky immediately closed the distance and pulled you up from your seat into a tight hug. You swear you could hear him breathing jagged as if he was going to cry but not tears fell from his eyes, “How are you here?” He breathed out into your shoulder before releasing you, keeping his gloved hands on your shoulders as if to keep touching you to make sure you were real and this wasn’t some sort of sick dream.

You smiled softly at him, “I don’t know…” You said softly, a lie, before looking over to Steve, “The only thing I remember is that I just was here seven years ago. Then all the things happened with Thanos and the blip as I was learning how to live in this new time. I saw you two recently on the news, they talked about you two and Sam bringing down some super soldiers so I decided I should come say hello.”

Steve immediately offered you to live here at the facility with them, saying you could join their team if you wanted when you got up to leave. You accepted graciously, happy to be able to spend time with the two of them and catch up on everything you missed. You trained with them while also strengthening your ability. You had been keeping it on the down-low since you returned years ago and you needed to get your ability back into full force. But that wasn’t the only thing you had being strengthening. Your bond with Bucky was still as strong as ever and even though he had changed a lot from the man you knew, he was still the man you loved and with the way he looked at you, you knew he still loved you too though you hadn’t made any moves towards each other yet. Sometimes he would get close, wrapping his arms around you and staring into your eyes like he was going to kiss you, but he always just hugged you tightly and sighed in relief when you wrapped your arms around him.

You had begun to go on missions with them after two months of training, coming especially handy whenever enemies tried to use any type of explosive that you could easily contain and control with your power to manipulate fire. You even got a fancy high-tech suite that was fire resistant. You sat on the quinjet next to Bucky, listening at Steve went over the mission. He was going over everybody’s positions for the third time. You shifted in your seat a little which caught Bucky’s attention. His eyes scanned over you, “You alright?”

You looked up to Bucky and nodded with a slight smile, “Yeah, I’m okay.” You replied softly and returned your gaze to the floor as your brow pulled together. You had this weird feeling sit in your stomach, almost burning.

Bucky kept his gaze on you, watching you carefully. He knew everything about you including the way you looked when you were uncomfortable, “What is it?” He asks quietly as to not interrupt Steve going through the plan. He wanted more than anything to reach over and grab your hand… But he had been struggling with you being back. When he left you in 1943, he was a completely different person and was worried you wouldn’t like who he was now. He didn’t like who he was now, so how could you?

You kept your eyes on the floor, “I just have a bad feeling.” You responded quietly before tilting your head over to look at him to see him watching you with a concerned look spread across his features, “It’ll be fine though. I’m sure it’s just the jitters.” You sat up straighter and put a confident smile on your face.

Bucky nodded at you, “It’ll be fine. I’ll make sure it all goes according to plan. I got you.” He said and the corner of his lips curled upwards in a half smile as he placed a hand on your thigh to comfort you.

You smiled at his touch and nodded, “Thank you.” Then your gaze returned to Steve as he explained the rest of the mission. The organization known as A.I.M. consisted of terrorist arms dealers and scientists who specialized in advanced technological weaponry. Their main goal is to overthrow the world governments for their own gains and they had recently been creating chaos which is why the team was sent to deal with them at one of their bases and also steal some information on their weaponry.

You gripped onto your seat as the quinjet landed, swallowing hard. The feeling in your stomach hadn’t faded, if anything it had grown as if telling you this wasn’t going to end well. You stood from your seat and cracked your neck then followed by your knuckles. You were going to be the first one in with Bucky right behind you while Steve and Sam made sure nobody came for reinforcements. You walked down the quinjet ramp and saw the bunker a little less than half a mile away, starting to walk towards it slowly.

Noticing your hesitancy, Bucky followed you quickly until he walked beside you carrying his usual assault rifle. He stayed close, trying to just comfort you with his presence. Once you two got to the doors of the bunker, he looked down at you, “We are only here for the information. We just get it and get out.” He reminded.

You nodded before seeing redwing zoom beside them to scan the fake access code they received into the lock panel. You flicked her wrists and your hands immediately started to glow with flames circling around them. As soon as the door opened, you reached your hands out and flames erupted from your palms forward to take out the A.I.M. agents that were guarding the gate. With Bucky on your heels, the two of you started running down the corridor, taking care of anybody in your path. Once you got to the weapon room, your hands immediately extinguished from the fire and you started to look around for the information you needed while Bucky stood guard, “It’s not here…” You muttered out, rechecking every table and filing cabinet.

Bucky’s brow furrowed and he moved from the doorway to look with you. They were looking for a certain folder as well as a certain new weapon A.I.M. had created, “That’s impossible. Our inside guy said they’d be here.” He said, his eyes scanning every inch of the room. His head snapped towards the door as he heard footsteps, pulling you behind a pillar with him for cover.

You peeked around the pillar to see A.I.M agents flooding in, guns pointed directly at the pillar as if they already knew where you two were. Your hands ignited again and you started to chuck fireballs at the enemy agents, landing most of them, “Looks like our inside guy might’ve not been so much our guy. This was a set up.” You said softly. Bucky was focused on each target, firing spurts from his gun that hit every target but the A.I.M. agents kept flooding in, slowly cornering the both of you. You heard Bucky’s gun click as he ran out of rounds, “I hate that sound.” You told him before flinging another fireball at an approaching agent.

Bucky looked over at you for a split second, “Yeah, me too.” He grunted out before pulling out one of his knives. and quickly stabbed an enemy agent in the throat as they came around the pillar, “Any ideas on how to get out of this?”

You kept flinging fireballs at the agents as they approached. The two of you moved behind another pillar in the furthest corner of the room from the door, “Only one.” You say, peeking out and throwing more fireballs, “You aren’t going to like it though.”

Bucky looked at you for a moment before focusing on the door. He didn’t really have a choice right now and whatever plan you had was better than the one he had. He was armed with only a knife while the A.I.M. agents were armed with all types of high-tech weapons and there were more flooding into the room at every second, “What’s your plan?” He asks.

You look up at him biting your lip softly, “Stay here. Stay down. Trust me.” You tell him before starting to slowly walk out from behind the pillar, throwing fireballs at the closest ones. You heard Bucky yell your name and for you to get back to cover. You cracked your neck and closed your eyes for a moment and when you opened them, your irises were gold but moving like they were melted gold. Your body erupted into flames before you outstretched your hands and with a scream, all the fire on your body quickly grew and moved to all the agents, crisping them up instantly and falling to the floor. You walked to the door and did the same, taking the ones out in the hallway as they fired at you.

Bucky watched with wide eyes but had moved to kneel on the floor as the fire swirled above his head, watching from around the pillar as you went to the hallway. Once you were out of view and it seemed like the fire had suddenly disappeared, he cautiously moved across the room, “Y/N?” He asks before peaking out the door. His eyes widened, seeing you laying on the floor with red stains starting to soak through your suit slowly in different areas across your chest, “Y/N!” He yelled, kneeling down by you. He quickly observed your wounds, six bullets straight to the chest and stomach. He pressed two fingers to your neck and found a weak pulse, “Dammit!” He growled out before opening coms on his ear piece, “Sam, Steve. Mission failed. I’m coming out, Y/N is down. Get the medical supplies on the quinjet ready.” He quickly scooped you up into his arms and started carrying you out. It seemed clear, you had taken care of most of the enemies before they managed to shoot you. He walked out of the doors, carrying you passed Steve and Sam who were looking at you horrified. He got into the quinjet and laid you down on the floor, “Steve, give me the medical kit.” He growled out.

Sam went to start the quinjet, knowing they needed to get back to the facility as soon as possible to the medical team where the cradle would be waiting. Steve grabbed the medical kit they had and opened it, helping immediately to try and pack the bullet holes and put pressure on the wounds.

“C’mon, doll. C’mon!” Bucky said, keeping pressure on the wounds and replacing the gauze as the blood absorbed into them rapidly, “You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. I got you. You’re going to be okay.” He kept repeating in a panic.

You heard his voice and opened your eyes lazily to look up at Bucky, tears welting up into your eyes, “Bucky.. There’s things you don’t know… Don’t leave me… Stay with me…” You whisper out weakly, blood leaking out the corners of your mouth.

Bucky looked at you as you spoke, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere and neither are you. Just stay awake, stay with me.” He said with a small, pained smile that quickly changed to a frown when you coughed a little before your body stopped moving completely and you were staring up at the ceiling blankly. Steve slowly pulled his hands away from your body, realizing you were gone. Bucky looked at Steve, “What are you doing?! You have to keep pressure!” He growled out.

Steve looked at Bucky, “She’s gone, Buck.” He said softly, watching Bucky fumble around for more gauze and keeping pressure on your body. Once Bucky tried to start CPR on you, Steve grabbed him and pulled him back away from your body, “Buck! She’s gone!”

Bucky struggled in Steve’s grasp, his tear filled eyes staring at you on the floor wide-eyed, “No, Steve!” He yelled, “She can’t be gone! I just got her back!” He said, pushing Steve away and dropping next to your body and pulling you against his chest. He pressed his face into your shoulder, not caring about the blood that was covering him, “No, sweetheart… I’m sorry… No..” He whispered against your shoulder, “I should’ve known you had a stupid plan… Should’ve listened to you when you had a bad feeling..” His voice cracked, “I’m so sorry… I wasted time with you again… I need you, baby… Please don’t go.. I love you…” This hurt worse than when he left you in 1943. At least then he knew you were safe at home and he was the one that didn’t know if he’d make it back. He felt guilty. In 1943 he had confessed his feelings for you and by some god damn miracle you had come back to him and due to him feeling so broken, so unworthy of your love because of what Hydra did to him, he didn’t make any moves with you to let you know he still loved you.

The ride back to the facility was silent, Bucky leaning back against the seats with your body still in his arms. Once they got back to the facility, a medical team was waiting for them at the landing zone. Sam walked down the ramp first, letting the medical team know that they weren’t needed. Steve walked out beside Bucky who was carrying your body in his arms, an emotionless look on his face. He carried your body into the medical bay and laid you on the metal table, looking down at you, “I really screwed up, Steve. Again.” He said softly, his voice breaking.

Steve had followed Bucky in, standing beside him. This loss hit him deep as well. You were one of his best friends, always stitching him and Bucky back up after they’d get into fights. He had a crush on you for the longest time but knew from the way you looked at Bucky that there was no chance and he had forgotten you when he met Peggy, “I’m sorry, Buck.” Steve said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Bucky shook his head, “I should’ve told her how I felt the first time I saw her back here.” He said softly, his eyes staring at your now pale face, “I felt like I didn’t deserve her… Like who I am today didn’t deserve her and I kept her at a distance.” Tears had started to flow slowly again down his cheeks, “I love her. It’s always been her.”

Steve nodded, a saddened expression still on his face, “I know, Buck. I know.” He said and squeezed Bucky’s shoulder, “I’ll give you some time.” He gave you one last glance before heading out of the room to leave Bucky alone with your body.

Bucky pulled up one of the stools and sat beside you, lifting his flesh hand to gently stroke your hair which was slightly matted from the blood, “Y/N, I’m sorry.” He whispers out, his nose and eyes stinging from crying, “I should’ve known when you said you had a bad feeling. You’re never wrong, sweetheart.” His lips twitched into a slight smile before returning to a frown, “Why did you have to go and do that, huh? Go and get yourself killed- I’m so mad at you, doll. I’m mad at myself too… I shouldn’t have wasted time with you just hugging you. I should’ve been loving you. Showing you how much I missed you. How much I love you…” He scooted his stool over to grab a water basin and a towel, “I’m not leaving you though… I’ll get you cleaned up. You’d be so angry if I left you looking like this.” He went over to the sink and filled the water basin up with warm water before returning to your side, slowly wiping off the splotches of blood the best he could from your suite, skin, and face. When he was finished, he went back to the sink to clean up the mess he made and wash his hands. The orange glow on the wall in front of him caught his attention and he turned, seeing that your body had erupted into large orange flames, “What…” Bucky breathed out, watching the flames grow to engulf the whole table to the ceiling. He held his hand up, blocking the brightness from his eyes before the fire started to die down. His eyes widened in shock when he saw you sitting up on the medical table, breathing deeply as the flames sucked back in through your skin and you were left sitting on what looked like a pile of ash. Bucky practically tripped over his own feet sprinting over to you, taking your face in his palms and scanning over your face, “Y/N? Doll?”

You opened your eyes slowly and looked at him, “So we’re back to pet-names now?” You ask and managed a small smile. Luckily your suite was fireproof so it had managed to stay in tact through the flames.

“How?” Bucky asked simply, keeping his eyes on yours. He was shocked, he had watched you die and carried your lifeless body back here before you just erupted into flames and now… here you were. Just sitting there like nothing had happened, like you hadn’t been injured at all. Like you hadn’t died in his arms.

You sighed softly and reached your hands up to rest on his that were still on your face, “There’s some things you and Steve don’t know, Buck.” You told him softly, “I’m not just a pyrokenetic… I’m a phoenix. We don’t die very easily, we just revive.”

Bucky’s brow pulled together at the news, blinking at her in disbelief, “Why didn’t you tell Steve and I this?” They had always known about your ability to manipulate and create fire, so why couldn’t you have trusted them with this?

“I couldn’t. Phoenix are rare. A lot of people believe we are a myth but there are those who hunt us relentlessly” You told him, taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’ve been around since about the 1860’s, that’s why I never had any family. There’s only a few things that can kill us for certain and bullets aren’t one of them.”

Bucky continued to stare at you, speechless at your words. At least he didn’t feel like the old one anymore. He stepped back from you and tilted his head a little, “Steve is not going to believe this.” He said.

You jumped off from sitting on the table and walked closer to Bucky, “Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you… Are we okay? You seem mad.”

Bucky looked down at you, “I thought you were dead, Y/N. I thought I had fucked up again and lost you before I could…” He paused, watching your expression closely, “Before I could tell you that I still love you.”

You stared back at him, “Oh…” You managed to squeak out, “And… I’m assuming this kind of changes that?” You asked quietly. You had always been worried about how another person would feel about dating an immortal being. Who would want to be with someone forever trapped in the body of a young woman while they grew old? You look down, fidgeting with your fingers.

Bucky watched your expression change to a defeated look which broke his heart. He took a step towards you and grabbed onto your face with his large hands again, pulling your lips to his. His lips twitching into a small smile when he felt you kiss him back softly. He pulled away and looked down at you, “Are you kidding me? Now Sam can stop calling me the old one.” He said softly down to you, “I love you. Doesn’t matter if you’re a phoenix, a zombie, a human… Hell, you could even be the damn devil and I would still love you.”

You smiled up at him, lifting your palms to place on the sides of his neck gently, “I halfway hope you wouldn’t love me if I was a zombie… But I love you too.” You replied and gave him another kiss to the lips before pulling away, “Speaking of zombies, how about we go prank Sam and Steve? I could pretend to be back from the dead and want to eat their brains.”

Bucky chuckles and shakes his head at her, “Yeah, alright. C’mon, sweetheart. They’re probably in a shitty mood anyway and could use a lift me up.” He said before taking your hand and pulling you out of the medical bay to go prank the two.

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[mythicamagic]

“Call it a truce”

(For the prompt if you’d like)

They'd crossed paths eight times now inside the godforsaken maze. Naraku had placed them under some sort of spell- Kagome wasn’t totally sure if her friends were also somewhere inside. It had all happened way too quickly. One second she’d been fighting alongside her comrades- the next, waking up inside a bizarre hellscape.

Sadly the only person she’d seen thus far was Sesshoumaru of all demons. When they’d first bumped into each other- blue and gold had narrowed- both quickly turning in the opposite directions.

Gradually, however, time wore on. A continuous mist obscured every corner of the black maze, its towering walls strangled by twisting, thorny vines. Red skies hung overhead, a barrier likely preventing Sesshoumaru from flying upwards, otherwise he would've escaped by now.

Kagome had just one arrow and one weathered bow. No food, and no water. Just the clothes on her back and strung out nerves, wits starting to fray at the edges. Her footsteps sounded too loud in the empty space. The mist kept rolling, making her paranoid- imagining salivating demons and evil spirits haunting her steps.

Am I going to die in here?

Gritting blunt teeth, Kagome let out a frustrated noise- wrapping her hands around the nearest thorny vines and letting reiki burst free from her fingertips. Maybe she could just blast her way through the wall. Pink light glowed like a signal flare, shimmering and giving her a brief taste of renewed hope.

“It will not work.”

She frowned, registering Sesshoumaru’s acerbic tone. Just as he’d said, when her holy light died, the thorns remained.

Kagome glanced over her shoulder, finding him closer than expected. She shifted warily to maintain some distance. They’d refrained from talking so far during their encounters in the maze. This was unexpected. And worrying. If Sesshoumaru was out of options, things were dire.

“Flying is a no go, I’m guessing?"

He stiffly nodded in response, head tilting back to gaze hatefully at the high walls. Kagome shivered, wrapping both arms around herself. “Damn it. I have no idea what to do. I can sense Naraku’s youki but it's everywhere so there's no chance of pinpointing him. It’s soaked into the air like gasoline."

"I am also unable to locate the wretch."

Kagome blinked, glad he was reciprocating conversation.

"We're locked in a spell or under a curse, I’ve got no doubt about that. I just don’t know if these are our real bodies or not…”

Were they trapped somewhere mentally? Caged like birds?

Sesshoumaru levelled a look down to her hands, gesturing with a claw. “The cuts do not hurt?”

Kagome blinked, flexing her fingers. She hadn’t even realised they’d been pricked by the thorns. “N-no.”

“Then it appears he has either somehow trapped us within a space that has absorbed our conscious minds or put us in an area that dulls the senses. Perhaps a keeper box of some kind," Sesshoumaru said easily, as though he did this all the time.

Kagome’s heart pumped at a dizzying speed. Keeper box. She'd been in one of those before. The face of sage Tokajin came to mind. “Crap,” she whispered.

"Unpleasant memories, miko?" a lofty, entertained tone brushed her hearing.

Kagome sneered half-heartedly, "it's nothing."

Sesshoumaru's eyes glowed, smiling. As if he could see right through her. "Hn."

“We gotta get out of here," she said dismissively. "Since this is Naraku we’re dealing with- I doubt just finding the centre of this maze will let us get outta here and break the curse, and knowing him there’s no exit.”

“Hn, and yet I can think of nothing else after trying everything."

Kagome gave him a sweeping glance over, swallowing. She hadn’t seen him since he’d nearly killed Kohaku- still thankful he’d released the mind controlled boy.

They were still technically enemies despite a shared goal of killing Naraku.

Steeling herself, Kagome took a breath. She then boldly stuck a hand out towards him. “Let’s work together. We haven’t got much choice. Call it a truce.”

Silence.

Kagome chanced a look at his face.

Sesshoumaru merely stared at the offered hand unblinkingly. Kagome giggled weakly. “A-ah, you shake it. It’s an ‘across the seas’ type of gesture to show we’re sealing a deal.”

Interest livened his animalistic gaze. He briefly seemed considering, perhaps wondering about her origins. Long fingers unfurled from his palm, clasping her hand strongly. The shock of skin to skin contact and sharp claws nearly jerked Kagome enough to rip her hand free. She forced herself to stay still, feeling a surge of something shoot down to her toes.

He was warmer than expected. It surprised her that callouses roughened his palm, likely from years of swordplay. She'd always figured he was too inhumanly perfect to have such a thing. Sesshoumaru blinked slowly, remaining locked in a stare. For a moment, Kagome dumbly admired his pretty white lashes.

She caught herself staring and briskly shook his hand, prying her fingers free before gesturing to several pathways, cheeks red. “S-so which way?”

Mokomoko’s soft fur caressed the bare flesh of her lower thigh in passing as Sesshoumaru stepped towards one. “I have yet to take this path. Stay close, troublesome miko," he threw over one shoulder. "I will not slow down for you.”

“Please don’t. You walk slow enough as it is,” Kagome griped, following.

---

Demons began littering the narrow, claustrophobic spaces within the maze. Kagome had to duck and weave around Sesshoumaru as he killed them with acid or fierce swipes of his claws. It forced them to get up close and personal, occasionally plastering miko and Daiyoukai together.

His scent wafted into her unwilling nose more than once- masculine and sharp, reminding her of thunderstorms. Since she couldn’t use her reiki with much finesse yet and the close quarters put her archery skills at a disadvantage, Kagome tried her best to be helpful.

“Behind you!” she’d yell, ducking under his arm before grasping his sleeve. “On your right!”

Sesshoumaru dispatched enemies without argument or complaint, calmly moving on once they lay dead.

As time dragged on, Kagome’s legs began to ache from the endless walking. Her stomach grumbled near constantly. Her limbs and body were becoming weak.

She didn’t breathe a word about it- though noticed Sesshoumaru’s lingering attention. Turning a corner, she stumbled, an arm catching her around the waist, steadying.

Kagome’s belly fluttered, and she quickly straightened. “Thanks.”

“Hn.”

They book occasional breaks, but respite was near impossible with the continued droves of enemies. After what she could only guess to be at least 17 hours- though it felt like days, they finally arrived at the centre of the maze. Exhausted, Kagome kept a hand buried within mokomoko to keep her upright, leaning against the stability he offered. They’d shed a lot of restraint about touch around hour 9 of their journey.

As first suspected however, there was nothing in the middle of the maze. Just a plain space with a single fountain. They hadn’t come across a single exit either.

Kagome’s knees quivered a little, “d-do you have a plan B?” she rasped, throat dry. What she wouldn’t give for some water.

Sesshoumaru stared grimly ahead, slowly lowering his calm attention to her. If she could hazard a guess, he was likely thinking he could survive. He’d weather the storm of hunger and dehydration much longer than she.

“I suspect the reason Naraku lingers is because he predicted I would kill you,” his velvety voice was completely at odds with his words.

Kagome stiffened, leaning slightly away from the warmth of luxurious furs. “...That would make sense,” the admission slipped out, “he’s a sadistic prick. He’s probably watching us right now, getting his kicks from seeing us struggle.”

Sesshoumaru turned to her, lifting a clawed hand. The sharp points gleamed. They could tear through her supple flesh and bones with ease. Kagome had witnessed it enough times to know.

Rendered completely exhausted though, she had little room left for fear. She stared at him blandly, falling quiet.

He arched a brow, resting those deadly claws against her flushed skin, gradually unfurling to hold her neck. “You will not resist?”

“I’ve never taken you to be the kinda guy who would take the easy way out,” Kagome muttered, raising her chin. “Am I wrong?”

Was it her imagination or did his pupils dilate a touch?

She shivered, feeling the pads of his fingers drag against the nape of her delicate neck, thumb resting at her throat.

“No,” he rumbled softly, gripping tighter and drawing her in closer. “But since we have an audience, miko,” his voice lowered, “let us give him a show.”

Blue eyes widened- seconds before lips crashed to hers. Kagome gasped- and a sinuous tongue took advantage, shoving inside to plunder her mouth. Sensation slammed into her gut. Suddenly she was immediately aware of everything. The warmth of his palm, the dry rub of his callouses along her neck. The goosebumps rising on her flesh. How his tongue skilfully played, twined and slid against her own- and she found herself responding.

His lips were hot and quick across her own, firm and yielding and then parting to meet her tongue with his anew. Kagome’s breath shuddered. Her entire body thrummed. She found herself touching the fine, soft locks of silver hair behind his ear, strands running through her fingers like water. Their mouths broke apart, and Kagome could only give a breathy gasp as he sucked along the bent arch of her throat.

“Behind me, to the left,” he whispered, kissing her flesh bruisingly hard.

“I know,” she panted.

It happened quickly. They moved in sync- Kagome reaching for her bow and nocking her single arrow while Sesshoumaru turned, angling her to fire at the faint ripple in the sky they’d both sensed the second they’d kissed.

While the blazing firework of pure holy energy streaked into the air, the Daiyoukai followed its progress, flying with Kagome in tow. She held on around his shoulders, praying with all her might it would break through.

Her arrow pierced the demonic barrier- shattering the weak spot immediately. Sesshoumaru broke through, leaving the world of red skies and unsolvable mazes behind.

---

Kagome sucked in a gasping, strangled breath, shooting upright.

“Kagome! She’s awake, guys!”

Putting a hand to her head, she looked to her side- only to be greeted with the sight of Sesshoumaru sitting up from the ground, both of them having been sprawled out. Around them, battle raged. Inuyasha was fighting diligently, swiping madly at continuous rounds of regenerating tentacles.

Miroku and Sango seemed to be on guard duty, having been defending their unconscious bodies. Shippo immediately buried his face in Kagome’s arm, holding onto her. “You’ve been asleep for a good hour after you were both hit by that attack! Naraku kept trying to kill you! Ah- I’m so glad you’re safe!”

Kagome comforted him with a few gentle pats upon his head, murmuring softly. The shifting of weight caught her attention, and she watched as Sesshoumaru stood. He sneered softly to himself, “I do not know why you saw fit to protect this one, but I did not need your aid, humans.”

“I told ya!” Inuyasha shouted from somewhere in the distance.

“We couldn’t let you be absorbed by Naraku or he’d be even more formidable,” Sango griped.

“What my friends mean to say is- you’re welcome, Lord Sesshoumaru,” Miroku amiably smoothed over the situation.

Sesshoumaru grunted, securing his swords in place. Then, slowly, his eyes lowered.

Kagome exhaled a shuddering breath. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, cheeks burning with all the voracity of a fever, chest light and heavy all at once. Sesshoumaru’s gaze fell to the subtle parting of her mouth, before looking her in the eye for just one more lingering moment. He then moved out from behind the protection Sango and Miroku offered, racing headfirst into battle.

He just did it to break the spell, that’s all.

He’d kissed her to help flush out a weak spot from their enemy, which had opened from Naraku's shock- having lost brief control of the spell. Thinking about it as anything more than that would be foolish.

Shaking herself, Kagome followed suit. She grabbed her bow and nocked an arrow, pushing down all confused thoughts and sensations that Sesshoumaru’s wicked mouth had elicited- entering the fray alongside her friends.

[citydreamgrls]

bloody handprints

fred weasley x fem!reader 

words: 3,887

a/n: this was requested by @weaslcyx​ , i hope it’s good enough and not awful! please please please keep sending me requests, it gives me such a motivation to keep writing and i love doing it for people!! <333

warning: 18+ , smut , mentions of blood , enemies to lovers , swearing

George flinched at the sound of her voice, echoing down the hall, still not accustomed to how piercing the small girl’s shriek could really be. Fred Weasley had no reaction, he was used to this shrill sound as if it was his daily alarm, because that was how often he’d hear it.

“Fred! You git, I know you can hear me!” She yelled down the hall, students that were passing by seemed unfazed by her rage towards the one twin as she weaved amongst them.

“Did you need something?” He sneered, turning on the spot and towering over her. His brother stood behind him, hoping this one wouldn’t take all day.

“You need to stay away from Angelina, you freak.” She glared, her arms crossed over her like a stern librarian.

“Ah, I knew this day would come…” The boy began, his theatrics obvious to anyone who knew him, “You’ve finally become jealous of the girls I flirt with.”

“Have you lost your mind?” She scoffed, raising her eyebrows. “I pity the girls that think they like you, because in reality they’re kidding themselves into thinking that someone as vile as you could ever be boyfriend material.”

“So you pity your friend then?”

“Angelina could do a thousand times better than you Fred, we all know it.”

“Yet it’s me that makes her laugh SO much.” He winked going to leave, George saying a prayer that this ordeal could be over so they could eat dinner.

“You’ll never be good enough for any girl at this school, especially not Angelina and never in a million years me.” She smiled sweetly, and turned away to slip back into the crowd of students once again.

“God she’s so jealous.” Fred muttered once the girl had gone, his brother refraining from commenting on their ridiculous feud and instead just rolling his eyes.

For as long as he could remember Fred and y/n had been at each other’s throats, always thinking up new reasons to hate one another and piss the other one off. While George had asked his twin many times to recite when they began despising each other, Fred swore he himself couldn’t recall. But he had reasons to think otherwise.

His brother wasn’t one to hold grudges against anyone, in fact he was usually quite a nice guy, but the second y/n appeared it was like a switch went off and he had years of hate behind him.

-

“God he’s a prick.” Y/n muttered, eyeing up the redhead a few people down from them in the great hall. Beside her Angelina chuckled at her friend, used to seeing her glare at Fred whenever he was in sight. “He is!” “I said nothing. I’m not getting into this with you again, we’ll be here all night.” She was right, there was a lot of resentment between the two.

“I just don’t understand how he has any friends, he’s so arrogant.” She stabbed her food around in front of her, the once grumbling stomach now turning as the rage within her boiled up.

“He’s not that bad y/n come on.”

“Is everyone else just blind to it? Well, they must be.”

“He’s just a charming guy, that’s all.” The girl turned to Angelina, watching her closely as she spoke.

“Don’t tell me you actually like him?”

Angelina scoffed, unable to hide her amusement at how gullible her friend could be sometimes.

“He just said that to wind you up,” She leaned in closer, dropping her tone so no one else could hear them. “I’ve told you, I'm more interested in George.”

“Well just be careful, he could be just as bad as Fred.”

“When will you realise this is just one long grudge, for something you can’t even remember.” They sat up straight again, y/n avoiding Angelina’s gaze.

“I said I was gonna figure it out okay, so I will.” Her friend couldn’t help but laugh.

“I will admit, those girls do just throw themselves at him. It’s a bit embarrassing to watch.”

Two Ravenclaw girls had gone over to the twins, giggling and whispering, tapping Fred on the shoulder. As usual he’d been a big flirt, telling them how nice it was to see new faces and how they should hang out sometime. Not that he ever did, he always bailed on them for his brother.

“I really don’t get what they see in him.” Y/n huffed, wanting nothing more than to be rid of Fred’s presence in her mind.

-

“Come on y/n!”

“Woooo go y/n!”

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N!”

Fred couldn’t concentrate over the irritating noise. Her name boomed across the quidditch pitch as she weaved amongst the Hufflepuff players as if it was nothing. He hated to admit it , but she flew better than anyone on their team let alone their opponents.

Another bludger flew at him, almost knocking him clean off once again.

“Concentrate Fred!” George shouted over to him, pointing to a Hufflepuff chaser coming his way. He beat the bludger as hard as he could, but the chants were playing louder now as they cheered on their ‘star player’, and he missed them. He cursed out the girl beneath his breath as she scored them another goal, feeling no need to celebrate this victory.

“What was wrong with you today?” Harry asked the boy as he tried to escape the end-of-match swarm on the field. “You were all over the place.”

He knew better than to take his anger out on the younger boy, so he just shrugged, his best to ignore the way Cedric Diggory was eyeing up their team’s chaser.

“I’ll work on it!” He called, heading for the castle, unable to stand the sight of the Hufflepuff boy looping his arms around y/n and picking her up off the ground.

“You were great!” Cedric smiled at her, and she blushed at how lovingly he held her around so many people. “I’ve gotta go talk to the other’s but I’ll meet you later?”

“Before dinner?”

“Our spot, okay.” He winked and sauntered off to console his house’s team after their devastating loss.

-

She ended up taking a bit longer than she thought getting cleaned up after the game and realized it was already dinner when she ran from her dorm. Fred turned in the common room, hearing the footsteps boom down behind him.

“Oh. it’s you.” He groaned and went to leave. “You’re lucky we won Weasley,” She said smugly, following him into the hallway and down the steps. “Or else you’d be in a lot of shit.”

“Oh yeah, and why’s that?”

“I saw you out there, you barely moved an inch, if it wasn’t for your brother then you’d have given them the lead.” She chuckled, watching his face harden as he tried to think of a comeback.

“Yeah well next time tell your braindead followers to shut it, I couldn’t hear myself think over their awful voices.” He snapped, not stopping to look her way. She followed him until the end of the hall and then stopped, calling after him with an unusually cheery tone.

“I can’t help that the people love me!”

Fred frowned at her.

“Where are you going, great hall’s this way you dumbo.”

“I’m meeting ced, in fact I’m already late.”

“God I feel bad for that boy,” Fred grumbled, hoping he could keep her away from him just a little bit longer.

“I couldn’t care less Weasley!” She waved and walked off.

The boy stood alone in the hall and thought over whether he wanted to piss off Diggory that much that he would follow her.

“He doesn’t like you!” Fred ran after her, catching up quickly with his long legs and her naturally slow pace.

“Leave it Fred, I’m not bothered about what you think.”

“You’re a charity case to him, and now he’s in too deep. He probably thinks you’d kill him if he tried to end things.”

“He’s not my boyfriend Fred you idiot!” She laughed, and a part of him thanked lord that the rumours about the couple weren’t true.

“Still, he probably just wants to get in your pants then.” He scoffed.

Y/n stopped at the bottom of the astronomy tower, looking up and seeing Cedric leaning against the balcony waiting for her.

“So what if he does Fred, what does it matter to you?” The boy just shrugged, unable to think of any reason that he could tell her without revealing the truth that he just hated seeing them together. “Are you jealous Weasley?” She teased him, leaving the boy behind stuttering some denial as she raced up the stairs. Fred glared at them together, hating himself for not thinking quick enough to respond to her.

-

“God, you’re here!” Angelina cried. “About time too, we thought you were gonna ditch us for lover boy.” She screamed, a beer in hand for y/n and a cup full of god knows what.

It was a Hogwarts ritual to host a house party whenever a quidditch match was won, and this particular one was no exception. The common room was loud with hoards of voices and the blasting music, and people everywhere were either dancing or talking or getting off with one another.

The girl had noticed Fred in the corner of the room, sulking like a child and chugging his drink as if he was dehydrated. But she couldn’t care less about the boy and vowed to enjoy herself and the win she’d earnt the team that day.

Ron and Harry stumbled around the room, saying hi to every person they passed and then forgetting they’d done so and starting the whole thing again. Y/n was laughing at Ron, who’d been apprehended by Hermione, as she told them how embarrassing they were, when a tap on her shoulder caught her attention.

“Hello?” She asked the random girl, who she presumed was at least a year younger than herself.

“You’re y/n right?” Angelina had come to her friend’s side, having seen the girl walk up to them like it was important business.

“Yes I am.” She laughed, very confused. The girl got closer, wary of the many people around them and spoke quiet enough that only y/n and her best friend could hear.

“I’ve just seen Cedric Diggory go up the astronomy tower with a Ravenclaw girl.”

She didn’t react much, knowing it would cause a scene if she did, but Angelina hadn’t muffled her gasp in time.

“Oh god y/n.” She comforted her friend, a hand on her back.

The girl who had delivered the soul-crushing news went off again, her job done.

“Whatever,” She scoffed, putting on a cold exterior. “It’s not like we were serious.” She told Angelina.

“Are you alright though?”

“Yeah of course I am, I’ll be a minute though I just need to grab a jumper.” y/n faked a shiver and gave her friend the drink in her hand.

“I can come up with you,” “I’ll be fine Lina.” She laughed, leaving before the girl could insist on joining.

-

Once the door shut behind y/n she broke down, her hands shaky and cold as she clambered over to her bed and sat down heavily. Everything felt empty as she thought about the boy she trusted taking someone else up to what he had called their spot. How naive was she to believe he would really like her, and her alone.

The door flew open and she was about to tell Angelina she was fine, hiding her tears, when she froze at the sight of Fred in the doorway. He looked too tall for their room.

“What do you want?” She turned her head away, not wanting him to see her upset, she knew he’d use it against her for the rest of the year.

“Angelina told me.” He stood in the same spot, not moving an inch as she snapped back at him.

“Come to tell me that you told me so?” Fred could see the tears in her eyes and felt angry at Diggory for every doing that to her. “I couldn’t care less!”

“Seems it.” “If you’ve come to take the piss Fred then leave, now isn’t time.” It sounded like a plea.

“God forbid I try and be nice for once?” He scoffed.

“You’re not nice Fred, you annoy me everyday and half the time it’s right. Which makes it fucking awful!.” He was caught aback by her honesty, regretting all the nasty things he’d said about her and Cedric’s relationship. “Leave Fred, you only make things worse.” She mumbled, not looking up as he nodded and walked away, leaving her door wide open.

It took about ten minutes for y/n to compose herself, luckily before Angelina came up to find her friend with a worried look.

“I’m coming now, sorry.” The girl smiled and took her hand, walking down the stone steps to the common room where the sheer volume helped numb her head from any sad thoughts.

With one look around the room she couldn’t see Fred, who was usually easy to spot. In a room full of people, him and George were always the first ones you’d see with their blazing ready hair and heights that towered over everyone.

“Y/n!” Speaking of George, he was looking quite worried. “Have you seen Fred?” He asked.

“About 10 minutes ago, why?”

“He’s gone off somewhere, he seemed angry.”

“Yeah well he was pissing me off, so he’s probably gone to sulk.”

“No you don’t get it, he looked like he was going to kill someone!” George was being serious and the girl could only frown. “Can you help me find him y/n? Please.”

“Fine, let me just grab my wand.” She ran back up to her room, and met the twin by the common room door.

“You go that way, I think I might have some idea of where he could be.” Y/n told George and he nodded, running off into the castle as she headed in the direction of the astronomy tower.

-

Fred’s hands were covered in blood, dripping from his knuckles when he saw the girl at the other end of the dark hallway. She sighed, a brief look of relief on her face, which was quickly replaced with fear as she saw the state he was in.

“What the hell have you done?” The girl picked his hands up from his sides and he winced ever so slightly.

“Nothing.” He grumbled.

“Oh yeah it really looks like nothing.” She rolled her eyes. “Tell me Fred.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“I mean it.” She glared, with a lot less anger than was usually inside of her. “Please,”

“Y/n it’s fine. It’s my problem.” He tried to walk past her but she grabbed his arm, careful not to hit his hands in the process. She noticed the spatters of blood on his face then, and his neck, and all over his clothes.

“Fred tell me the truth, what have you done?” He could hear the fear in her voice, and wanted more than anything to just hold her close and keep her safe.

“He isn’t worth it you know,” Fred’s voice sounded weak, as if this was breaking point.

“Who isn’t?” “Cedric.” He finally admitted. “He’s a dick.”

“Did you hurt him?” y/n asked.

“He used you.”

“What so you beat him up?” She scoffed.

“I had every reason to,”

“Come on, you know we weren’t serious!” She tried to play it off, but he’d already seen her upset about it.

“You cried about it, that’s enough.”

“That’s overeating Fred, is your reaction to everything just to punch it?”

She turned to leave, deciding she’d just tell George where he was rather than spend anymore time trying to bring him back to their dorm.

“He was kissing her!” Fred shouted, making her freeze on the spot. “I was just going to yell at him, that was it. But he was kissing her.”

“That’s it, you leave me alone.” Y/n huffed, walking the other way and past the bloody boy.

“What!”

“If this is your sick idea of a joke Fred, I swear to god you’ve gone too far.” She was going for the astronomy tower steps when he reached out, ignoring the searing pain of his cuts and taking her hand in his.

“Stop it y/n, don’t.”

“I want to see him, if it’s true then I wanna know.”

“I’m telling the truth, I swear!” He boomed, making her gulp a little. Fred was normally laid back and unbothered by anything she did, which infuriated her. But seeing him actually care was a rarity. “You could do so much better than him.”

“What, like you’re so much better Weasley?”

“I didn’t say me,” He scoffed and she felt relieved to see his cocky nature return.

The girl stepped down from the steps, unaware that she hadn’t let go of him yet, and he too was still holding on.

“You meant yourself though, didn’t you?” She smirked, noticing how deep his eyes felt when she met them with her own.

“Yes.”

“Who’s there!” The dark halls hid whoever shouted after them, but Fred knew immediately who the voice belonged to.

“Fuck, it’s Filch.” He whispered, gripping onto her even tighter as they started to run together. She couldn’t help but giggle, not one for midnight adventures like Fred was. He heard it and hid a smile, scared that she’d see how much he wanted her to be happy.

They sped round a corner, y/n not sure where they were running to, but knowing they had to be fast as Filch’s footsteps were catching up to them.

“In here, quick!” Fred whispered, pushing her into a store cupboard and closing the door behind them both. They heard the caretaker rush past, his heavy breaths getting quieter as he ran away from their hiding spot.

“Was this your plan all along Weasley?” She whispered, still worried that they’d get found out. He just shook his head with a laugh, realising his hand was still closed around hers.

Their eyes locked, what little light that filtered in making y/n’s sparkle. Fred had let their feud stop him from noticing how beautiful the girl right in front of him truly was, he’d let a smile slip.

“If this was some elaborate plan to get me alo-”

“Shut up and kiss me.” He blurted out.

Maybe it was the adrenaline of running through the castle together, or their suppressed feelings finally coming to light, but y/n didn’t hesitate for a single second. She leant up to the boy and pressed her lips against his own, as he reached for her face he forgot about the blood and left blatant handprints all over her.

“I can be so much better than him.” He whispered to her between kisses, not wanting to be apart from her for more than a second.

“Then be with me.” She panted back, amazed by his confession, but overjoyed that he shared what the girl really wanted since she’d figured out what he’d gone to do earlier that night.

Fighting against the shooting pains in his arms; Fred picked the girl up off the ground and held her as tight as his body would allow him. They were pushed for space as it was inside the small cupboard, but neither of them cared as they knocked shelves over.

“Shhh.” Fred laughed, making sure no one had heard the commotion they’d created.

“You’re the clumsy one.” She bit back, kissing down his neck

The girl groaned as he kicked a can of something, making her jump in his arms.

“We’re not really gonna fuck in here are we?” She huffed.

“Always the subtle one y/n,” but she noticed his pink cheeks. “I bet we could.” He smirked.

“Alright, you’re on.”

Fred grinned again, rushing to take his clothes off as y/n did the same, both of them out of breath already. He grabbed her as soon as her top was off, pinning her body up against the one wall without a shelf on. The boy’s fingers toyed with her, floating between her legs and teasing her clothed pussy.

She gasped out desperately, his tongue licking stripes along her neck as she inevitably squirmed beneath his teasing.

“Fred, p-please don’t make me wait.” She begged, gripping onto his shoulders.

“You’re impatient.” He chuckled, enjoying the control he had over her body.

“Just fuck me f-fred I need it.”

That had been all he needed to hear before he wordlessly picked her up, her legs wrapping around him as he steadied her. His cock was pressed between them, hard and throbbing for her while he took it out. Fred moved a hand to her mouth, covering it lightly before slipping inside.

Her muffled scream made him push deeper, wanting to prolong that stretched out feeling for as long as possible. Then he started thrusting, pushing her back against the wall and she held onto him for life. As much as he would’ve hated to get caught like this, Fred’s need to hear her whine for him overpowered that risk and he released her mouth, instead resting his hand perfectly round her neck.

Y/n began dragging her nails down his bare back, basking in the feeling of his naked skin against hers. The boy threw his head out, her wall’s closing in around him and pushing him closer and closer.

The girl screamed, catching him off guard, but he didn’t dare stifle it this time. She gripped him harder, releasing around him with a final silent cry and he felt just how good he was fucking her. As she fell against the wall he finished up, her body limp and worn out yet still so irresistible to him.

“We better get back,” the boy whispered, his forehead resting against her own as they collectively tried to catch their breath. She nodded, whining slightly when he pulled out.

They dressed in silence, worrying Fred as he thought that maybe she’d begun to regret it so soon. But in the dark of the hallway, she found his hand and held it tight, not wanting to be apart from him after he’d done so much for her.

-

The common room’s light was a stark contrast to the dimly lit castle, and the couple squinted in the glow as the crowd turned towards them.

“There they are!” Someone called, possibly Harry.

“Oh god what happened to you two?” George cried, pushing past people to get to Fred and y/n, stopping when he saw their hands interlocked. “D-did you both kill someone?” He stuttered.

Fred frowned, then looked down at y/n and finally saw what his brother meant. In the passion they’d failed to remember about all the blood that had been on the boy’s hands. In the light he could see it all properly, the red hand prints all over y/n’s body.

“I think they’ve done more than just murdering tonight.” Ron scoffed, noticing the smudged stains all across the girl’s chest.

“I’ll kill him later.” Fred whispered to her, making her giggle slightly.

“I’ll help.”

[k-comfyspace]

Change

Star: Kim Hyunjin (Loona)

Idea: No

Sometimes all it takes is one moment to change everything

A/n: It's a little confusing and messy, sorry!

You wiped the sweat from your brow, placing your hands on your knees as you stood by the side of the field. Watching the ball move from player to player.

When you caught your breath, your legs went to work as you sprinted nearly half of the field when your teammate called for your name.

They kicked the ball towards your direction, slowing your pace until you managed to catch it, doing a full 180 and running towards the enemy goal.

When you saw their defender get nervous, so you faked them out, looking to the left but kicking the ball with your left foot towards the right edge of the goal.

There was silence for a few seconds, as the ball rapidly darted until it hit the net. Loud cheering only registered in your ears when you felt bodies crash into you.

"You did it, Y/n!"

A bright smile came over your features as you got pulled up by your team. Each of them patting you on the back. Though you could feel something else when you had turned to your bench.

Almost like a lingering feeling on the back of your head, shifting your gaze, your eyes locked on a pair of cat like-eyes, staring at you from across the field. You knew who they were, albeit the distance.

They only belonged to one person, Kim Hyunjin.

You knew Hyunjin since she was often being spoken about by the student body, from her pretty face to her wits. There were also countless times you two had been grouped together.

But you never got to talk since the girl would only focus on the main project, or won’t speak unless necessary.

Though you found it weird that you would always catch her staring, oftentimes you knew she was staring but paid no mind to it. You were nobody compared to her.

Everything you were known for was all condensed into one thing, sports. And with graduation just around the corner, this year would be your last year at the same school with the mysterious cat-eyed girl.

Hyunjin didn’t know what to do.

She would always look at you, but she never could muster up the courage to approach you. For years, she caught sight of you. Since the first day she came, you were the first person that piqued her interest.

Always the student at the back, silent, but she often sees you in the field. Playing your best as you beat every single opponent that would step on that field with you.

It amazed her that you weren’t a heartthrob. That every other girl isn’t already kissing your shoes, gushing about how fit and cool you were.

She would also often notice you slinking away when everything was over. Heading to the showers first and leaving earlier than the rest of the class.

You were quiet, cool, and unique.

Maybe that was the reason she kept on pinning you.

For months, she’s seen you, trying to get the courage she needed to approach you and talk. But every time she would, everything she built up would disappear, turning into this cold person who wouldn’t talk.

At first, she thought that it was merely because she admired you. But throughout the years, she’d had enough time to figure out her feelings.

After three long years, she’d figured it out. A few months ago, she admitted to herself that she indeed liked you.

But time was running out and she was afraid that she wouldn’t get another opportunity like this. Her idol career is almost close to its peak.

She was about to debut soon, and though she didn’t want to deal with the hurt both of you would feel, she was determined enough to make it work.

All she needed was a little confidence.

--

A few weeks later and you were already hugging your friends, taking pictures with your professors as you held your diploma with pride.

You were almost on your way out when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you were shocked to see the person your curiosity had been piqued at.

"Hey," she greeted you, her voice hush as her round eyes locked on with yours.

"Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations," you replied, smiling at her while she kept staring at you, her face blank, and you were confused about why she had approached you.

"Congratulations too, Y/n," you were surprised to know that she knew your name, but you had been getting a little popular since your last game, though you weren’t expecting her to talk to you since the last time you two spoke was during your last project three months ago.

You two stood there for a while, not saying a word, the atmosphere slowly getting awkward before you spoke,

"Well, I should be heading out now, Hyunjin-ssi, congratulations, see you, good luck in the future,"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly, waiting to see if she would say anything, but nothing came out of her mouth, only keeping her eyes on you before you gave her one last smile before you turned to leave.

--

"Hey, are you ready?" Hyunjin abruptly closed the drawer, turning to face her best friend, and nodded, "Let’s go," Heejin didn’t notice the look on her friend’s face, only smiling as they left the dorms, making sure they told Haseul before leaving.

Hyunjin and Heejin were heading down to buy some bread. Having lost their stock the day before, they made sure to plan out an afternoon so they could take their time to pick out what they wanted.

When they went into the store, a smile spread on Hyunjin’s face when she caught a glimpse of the bread section. Already walking there with a small skip to her steps, which surely the bunny giggled at.

About an hour into their shopping, Hyunjin noticed something in the corner of her eye, followed by hearing a familiar voice that felt nostalgic. She turned her head, seeing someone wearing a coat, picking out cereal boxes as they muttered to themselves.

Unconsciously, the cat-eyed girl walked toward the person, leaving Heejin to pick out the food before she reached over and tapped their shoulder.

"Should I buy the white ones or the chocolate ones," you muttered to yourself, holding each box in your hand before feeling a hand on your shoulder.

Turning your body, you raised your eyebrows when a girl stood in front of you, wearing a mask, as her round eyes looked at you, though not saying a word.

"Sorry, do I know you?" you asked after a minute of silence, the stranger reached up to remove their mask, a small smile on your face when you recognized the girl.

"Hyunjin-ssi, it’s been a while, how are you?" You asked her, suddenly memories floating in your head during your high school days with the girl.

"I’m good. How about you?"

A smile spread onto your face when you heard her talk, before a teasing smile lingered on your lips,

"Normal, I’ve been doing fine, but of course, not as fine as your life now, Ms. Idol," you teased, but her round eyes showed no reaction, "Things surely don’t change, you’re still as quiet as I remembered,"

For a minute, the two of you just stood there, before hearing Hyunjin’s name being called out, from the end of the aisle.

You saw familiarity in the brown hair, the puppy eyes that you would often see in the posters. As quickly as she could, Hyunjin shuffled through her bag.

Taking an old receipt and a pen before she wrote her number, placing it in your hands before she turned,

"Call me sometime, Y/n-ssi, let’s hang out sometime,"

You were shocked by her words, almost experiencing vertigo at the speed of the changes. But still, without fail, you eventually saved her number, texting her a quick ‘Hi’ before you continued your groceries. Hyunjin, in your mind, "I would never understand that girl."

--

"You’re leaving again, Hyunjin?" Haseul saw her member heading to the door, wearing her mask as she prepared to leave.

A month had already passed since she met you, and ever since the following week, you two met, Hyunjin had asked you to hang out, excusing it as a way to catch up.

Surely, her members would notice the days where she would leave, opting not to go with Heejin to the gym, or sleep during their off days.

Eventually, she explained who she was meeting, which led to her members already knowing who they were, just to make sure that Hyunjin was safe. Which in itself was a different story on its own.

"She’s hanging out with Y/n, unnie what’d you expect," Heejin teased, coming out of the hallway, most of the members already believed that you two were dating, and that the cat-eyed girl didn’t say it.

But Hyunjin didn’t argue since it all worked out. You two have been having a fun time. With you successfully making Hyunjin come out of her shell as she was getting comfortable around you, talking and bickering like you have been friends for years.

"Hey dummy," you raised your head with a smile, recognizing the voice as you waved, drinking your coffee, while Hyunjin sat on the opposite side.

Today, you two decided that a simple hangout at the cafe was nice, not wanting to do much because you knew Hyunjin was a bit tired from promoting. You got her an americano, knowing how much she loved it, even if the weather was against it.

The conversation started almost naturally, both of you not running out of words as both of you seemingly already told your life stories. But a few hours later, you found silence, your head wandering as you contemplated if you wanted to tell her or not.

Though eventually, you did.

"Hey," you called out, taking her attention away from the window, as she locked her gaze into yours,

"I’m gonna tell you something, but don’t laugh at me okay? It’s been a long time," you said, watching how she nodded, though the flash in her eye said otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, "I used to have--uh," you paused, sighing as you contemplated, deciding if this was worth the embarrassment, sighing you did it anyway,

"I used to crush on you when we were in high school,"

There was silence, waiting before you opened your eyes. Seeing her face blank, you were afraid that you had ruined the moment, but suddenly she burst into laughter. Pulling a whine out of you as you reached out to hit her,

"Yah, you said you wouldn’t laugh!" You whined, but she merely showed you a smile, wiping the tears in her eyes.

"I’m sorry, it’s just too good. You’re a funny one, L/n,"

Hyunjin passed it off as a joke, but deep down, she hoped that it was true, but all of a sudden, you clicked your tongue, and the words that left your mouth managed to make her stop,

"I’m not lying, Hyunjin, I did like you," the seriousness in your voice made Hyunjin pause, the intensity of your gaze as you spoke, she knew then that you weren’t joking.

Hyunjin let her mind wander, so all that time you liked her? Her? The girl that wouldn’t even speak a proper sentence because they were pinning too hard to notice?

A few minutes of silence reigned for a while before Hyunjin blinked away from her thoughts, looking at you before she spoke, "Yeah, I would’ve liked myself too," she said, pulling a laugh out of you as the conversation picked up again.

After a few more hours, it was time for you to leave. Having an emergency, you bid goodbye to the girl, waving as she smiled and watched you leave. A glint in her eyes while watching your form until it disappeared from her sight.

She sat there for a while, contemplating, her mind turning as she left the cafe.

Maybe she still had a chance.

--

The next day, Hyunjin found herself, back in the same cafe, smiling as she talked with you. She had called you the night before, saying that she wanted to tell you something.

Of course, being the person you were, you agreed, curious about what she wanted to say since she preferred to say it face to face than on the call.

"So what did you want to say?" You asked her, eating your cake as she suddenly grew quiet, but as she mustered her courage to say what she wanted, you saw a person enter, your eyes turning into crescents as they saw you.

"I wanted to say that--"

Hyunjin couldn’t continue, when you placed the cake down and stopped her,

"Wait, first I wanted you to meet someone," her brows furrowed, when you stood up, waving the person over, and Hyunjin couldn’t believe the next words that left your mouth.

"This is my girlfriend. I think you already know her too,"

Hyunjin’s jaw dropped, seeing her old friend remove her mask as she waved at her, shaking her head as she was afraid this was all a dream.

"Jooeun?" The girl smiled at her, both of them taking a seat, your hands clasped as both of you wore a sweet smile, "Hello, Hyunjin, it’s been a long time, I’m glad you made it!"

Hyunjin was dumbfounded, her hopes suddenly getting crushed when she had remembered the words you had said just mere seconds ago,

"J-Jooeun, it’s nice to see you," she replied, almost forcefully as she watched the scene, seeing her heartbreak when you leaned in to kiss her on the lips.

"You two are gross, but I’m h-happy for you," it was forced, but you two managed to believe it, smiling like a happy couple while Hyunjin became quiet on the side.

It was a grueling hour, each sweet gesture, further breaking her heart, as she watched you two be so happy.

At some point, Hyunjin couldn’t take it so, she faked picking up her phone, apologizing to you and Jooeun as she left. When she got back to the dorms, she immediately went to her room. Closing the doors before leaving against the door.

She chuckled to herself, her eyes stinging a little before she closed them entirely, crossing her arms, as she sighed.

She thought she was early, since yesterday, she had this hope, an inkling feeling that this was going to work out. That faith managed to bring you two together.

She was planning to tell you today, that she liked you, that she still likes you, but the events that took place brought her down to a point where she hated herself.

Had she been confident enough, if she were just early, if she wasn’t so scared, then she wouldn’t have been feeling this right now. If she weren’t so terrified, then it would’ve been her sitting beside you.

Opening her eyes, Hyunjin walked to her desk, sitting on the chair as she opened her drawer. Reaching to the bottom of the stacked papers and books before pulling out a small card, a photo.

A sad smile as she closed her eyes, a lone tear falling on her cheeks as she remembered.

"See you, Hyunjin-ssi,"

When she saw you turn, something came over Hyunjin as she chased after you, once again tapping your shoulder as you turned to face her,

"Wait,"

You looked at her, eyebrows raised, "I-uh wanted to take a picture with you," Hyunjin had said, stuttering, she could see the confusion in your eyes, yet you nodded anyway.

Standing beside her as she pulled out her camera, taking a picture, Hyunjin thanked you. Pulling you into a small hug as she smiled.

"See you in the future, L/n Y/n."

[wannabe-fic-writer]

WandaNat x Reader : Angel

Summary: You are their guardian angel.

Warning: Language, Injuries

Word Count: 2,159

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Your foot taps nervously against the bottom of the stool, eyes fixed on the folder in front of you, that contains the briefing of your mission. Nerves trying to further expel themselves through the clinking of your nails against the glass mug of tea.

Your mission in Vienna.

The first mission you’ve had overseas.

Being the newest member of the Avengers meant countless months of training until the team deemed you fit to go on missions. And even then you had to continue to prove that you’re ready to go further than you had.

It also meant still learning your teammates. There’d already been very strong relationships set between the team when Nick Fury pulled you in, claiming all your abilities would benefit them.

Having been born with special abilities meant dealing with the hate that comes with being different. When people found out it was rarely a good reaction.

So even though you agreed to join the Avengers, you kept your special abilities to yourself and instead trained to perfect the normal ones you had. 

“Y/n?” 

Thoughts get interrupted by the familiarly sultry voice of your teammate and half of your assigned mission partners. 

Natasha gently sets her bag at the door and walks closer to you, choosing to lean on the kitchen counter beside you.

“I know this is your first, fairly major, mission. Which can be nerve wracking. But I promise, myself and Wanda have your back. And I also know you’re more than ready for this.” 

E/c eyes raise to green, searching for sincerity and finding it. 

You nod, the corner of your lips just barely tugging up. Then you stand, silent as always, to leave the kitchen. 

All the while Natasha watches you, hoping her words had the proper effect, but still glad she didn’t fumble over them or say the wrong thing. 

Since you’d joined her team the redhead was unsure of you, almost as unsure as you were of all of them. Over time though, she’d grown more interested than unsure. She wondered what kept you so quiet, what was holding you back from them, from her, and what it was that seemed to plague your mind at every moment of the day. 

Trying to become closer to you became the goal which meant tailoring her approach. Natasha couldn’t come to you as the Black Widow, she couldn’t intimidate or seduce you into opening up. You have a fragile soul and she knew that.

She couldn’t count the number of times she’d tried speaking to you and said the wrong thing or worded her thoughts the wrong way. But each time ended with you walking away and her, sometimes literally, smacking herself.  

With a huff, she picks up her bag, and starts toward the jet. It doesn’t take long to make sure everything is running properly so she waits inside for you and Wanda. 

The two of you appearing shortly after.

Natasha watches as her girlfriend speaks to you, your expression unwavering. It seems Wanda is walking on the same eggshells with you, pausing for long moments to think of what to say before speaking. 

It was no secret that Wanda is more in touch with her emotions and those of others out of the two, so it’s slightly odd to see the woman struggle with you as well. 

But just like Natasha, she tries. Because just like Natasha, she’s intrigued.

Wanda was taken with your beauty the second she saw you. Both internally and externally. Without invading your mental space, simply put she read your aura. But it was as if she could only read the surface of it. Like you were blocking her powers. Still what she found was beautiful.

That had drawn her to you even though you were keeping her at a distance. And so she did her best to make you feel comfortable and understood one the rare occasions you let her in. 

Now isn’t one of those times.

Wanda can tell that you’re anxious about your first international mission. She understands that, which is what she had been sharing with you when you got on the jet.

Two hours into the flight though, she’d stepped away, not wanting to crowd you. 

So as you laid down to calm yourself and rest, she moved to the co-pilots seat beside Natasha. 

Reaching over, Wanda grabs her girlfriend’s hand and laces their fingers together. 

A look is shared between the two, both worried about you but also confident in your ability to do complete this mission. 

There had long since been a discussion between the girlfriends about you. Revolving around their feelings for you.

They’d both admittedly felt guilty for developing feelings for someone outside of their relationship but Natasha had noticed the signs of Wanda’s crush and on the chance that she was right, she mentioned hers.

Being honest with each other lead to the idea of bringing you into their relationship, but that would all depend on you. Your feelings for them and your willingness to let them in.

But that was something to come later.

Now they focused on the mission at hand. 

The mission had begun exactly as planned. A simple data collection. 

Honestly you all should’ve seen the problem when the enemy base was empty, the data left unprotected. While your guards had been up for ambushes or unexpected threats.

Despite that, none of you had been prepared for a bomb. 

While leaving the base you’d caught the glare of a red light in the dark and the faint ticking and knew what it was. 

“There’s a bomb, we need to move now.” You rush, anxiety climbing as you all ran from the building. 

The three of you bad just barely stepped foot out the base when the bombs went off and despite your running you knew you weren’t clear of the blast. 

Your eyes frantically searched the field as the heat of the explosion got closer and there was no escaping it. So, in an attempt to protect the women, you laced your arms around them and pulled them to your body. 

In seconds their visions were obscured by beautiful white feathers. And while they had confusedly stared at their new unfamiliar surroundings, you gritted your teeth at the searing pain of the heat and shrapnel of the explosion. 

You held on though, unmoving until you no longer felt the suddenness of it.

“Y/n,” Wanda breathes, eyes following the shimmering white feathers to you, only to find your eyes drooping. 

They caught your now unconscious form. Your wings slacking away from their body as you were no longer awake to control them. 

Using their joint strength, they drug you to the jet.

Natasha moved almost in a panic, but kept her expression neutral, as she put in the coordinates of the mission assigned safe house. It would take hours to fly back to New York and that was time they weren’t sure they had. 

As they flew, Wanda took in your wings. The wings no one on the team knew about. 

Even though feathers were singed and there were bloody cuts, they still managed to leave her awestruck. 

“Did you know-” Wanda begins, looking up to Natasha who simply shook her head. 

When you landed at the safe house, they carried you inside and to the nearest bedroom. 

It’d taken a lot rushed research on their part to clean and patch up your wounds. They both knew how to tend to human skin but nothing about wings. But they managed, moving with care and gentleness as they removed the scattered pieces of shrapnel, tended to the burned feathers, and cleared away the blood. 

Seeing you hurt yet so beautiful stirred their emotions more than usual. Causing them both to act without thinking.

“Please be okay.” Wanda whispers, fingers smoothing over your silk like wings. Beside her Natasha repeating the same sentiment in her head as she leaned down and pressed a kissed to your forehead. 

Neither woman could leave you, resulting in Wanda falling asleep beside you, tucked under your wing, and Natasha occupying the chair in the corner of the room with her eyes trained on both of you. 

The woman was tired but more than that she was determined to make sure you were okay. Something she didn’t find out until hours later.

The signs of your consciousness came gradually but still alerted her, as the first one was the retracting of your wings.

Green eyes focused on the way the angelic appendages seemingly folded into your back and under your skin. It looked painful and the woman’s concern for you increased. 

She was so focused on you she didn’t notice Wanda wake up to see it as well, the second the warmth of your wings left her body.

Now both sets of green eyes were trained on you back. Mainly the very noticeable extra bones. They were raised a little higher than the normal back bones, both perpendicular to your spine. 

Still acting without much thought, Wanda reached out, her fingers ghosting over the smooth skin covering the bones. It felt as if there had been no wings there, as if the skin hadn’t just opened to let the large additions into your body. 

Neither woman noticed you wake up, not until a shiver wracked you at Wanda’s touch. 

Wanda jerked away, silently praying she hadn’t overstepped by touching you. 

“Could-”‘ your small voice reached their ears and Natasha moved to kneel beside the bed,“ can you get me a shirt?”

She nods, disappearing from your eyesight for seconds and returning with a top. 

After awkwardly pulling it on to make sure they didn’t see your naked front, you hesitantly moved to sit up against the headboard. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around your legs.

Natasha’s brow furrows at the way you seemingly tried to hide from them, curling in on yourself. 

The redhead sits in front of you on the bed, hand laying against the bed as if she really wanted to rest it on your leg.“ You have nothing to be sorry for Y/n.”

“Really. You didn’t scare us, we were worried, not scared.” 

It was your turn to frown. 

You hadn’t been blind to their attempts to get closer to you. You felt guilty about it though. You were hiding such an important part of yourself from them, a part you weren’t sure you’d ever share. 

Not that that mattered now. They’d seen the real you. 

Whatever opinions they’d formed on you are sure to change. You’d lose them.  Like everyone else.

Both women watched the emotions flashing through your eyes and across your face. The confusion, the guilt, the sadness, then settling on fear. 

What were you scared of? 

Ever the emotionally observant, Wanda guesses correctly on why you’re scared, and takes the proper approach at talking about it with you.

“Y/n, why hadn’t you said anything about your wings?” She asks.

Your gaze moves to her slowly and your breath catches. 

Where was the hatred? The disgust? The fear?

“I-” your words fall short, eyes searching hers deeply for the reaction you usually got. 

When her hand wraps around yours in comfort and encouragement to speak you’re even more perplexed. 

Had you truly misread them? Mistaken them for the people in your past?

“I was afraid you’d be scared of them.” You swallow.“ Or find them ugly. I know it’s not normal but I was born with them.” 

Natasha feels her heartbreak at the obvious pain you’d endured because of them in your past. It was written in your eyes. 

She scoots closer and takes your other hand.“ Your wings are beautiful Y/n. And anyone in your past who thought otherwise were ignorant. People fear what they don’t understand.” 

Your frown returns,“ why aren’t you?” You direct to them both. 

“Because as beautiful as your wings are, as much as we don’t know about them, we see beyond that.” Wanda answers. 

Natasha stands, gently nudging you to the center of the bed, then sitting so you’re between the two. 

“Trusting new people is hard when you’ve been hurt by people you thought you could in the past. But I promise you can trust us and we won’t let you down if and when you begin to.” She assures.

How could you not believe the soft and honest admission? Especially coming from two of the most powerful women you’ve ever met.

“I think I may be starting to.” 

Moving with caution, hoping you aren’t the one overstepping this time, you lean your head on Natasha’s shoulder, and squeeze the hand Wanda is holding.

Natasha and Wanda know it will take time for you to fully open up to them but they’re more than patient. And if a time ever comes when you reciprocate their romantic feelings, they’d gladly treat you like the angel you are.

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taglist: @trikruismybitch 

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hello there! I love your writing so much! ❤️ And I have a request! Scenario with Kirishima on a mission with his fem s/o, whose quirk is solar energy, she can absorb the suns energy, store it within her body for use when it’s needed, and use it to attack either with bright light to temporarily blind an enemy or condense the energy tightly together to create burning physical attacks. She saves a citizen but gets badly hurt for it. It almost kills her but in the end she survives and fully recovers

A/N: Thank you for your sweet words! This is a really cute scenario you came up with and I hope that you like what I made of it! Please enjoy! (*⁰▿⁰*)/

Tags: Kirishima x reader ✅  SFW ✅  fluff ✅  angst ✅

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My light - Kirishima x reader

Big hands wrapped around your body as they adjusted the creme-yellow belt of your hero costume. With an amused gaze you watched as your red-haired lover struggled to perfectly align every single detail of your clothing with his big hands until you couldn’t help yourself anymore and began to giggle.

“Don’t laugh (Y/N), you know that I’m not good with this!”

“And yet you still insist on helping me with it,” you answer with a smile on your lips as you softly remove the man’s hands from you an squeeze them. As if to return your gentle touch he brought your hands to his lips and made sure to kiss every single knuckle, making you blush in embarrassment in the process.

“Are you ready?”

His sudden question took you by surprise, but after a couple of seconds you nodded confidently.

——

Both, Kirishima and you stood next to each other slightly nervous about what your superior had called you in his office for. The blond man in front of you looked over some documents before finally lifting his gaze, a grin immediately spreading along his mouth.

“Well hi there you two, there’s no need to be that nervous, you know? C’mon, loosen up a little!”

The two of you did as told and relaxed your tensed up muscles, after which you spoke up, asking the pro hero in front of you why he had wished for a meeting in his office.

Usually, Fat Gum wasn’t one that sticked to formalities, such as calling his workers - or in your case, heroes - to his office for a talk. He preferred to casually bring it up whenever he met with the person(s) in question, and that’s why Kirishima and you were so surprised when Tamaki had asked you to go to the main office for a talk with the boss.

Luckily, he was quick to realize that you both were pretty nervous so he immediately began explaining. It was truly a relief to hear that all he wanted to share with you were the details for a joint mission the two of you would be taking care of the following day. He gave you all relevant details and as always asked you to be careful and try to not get yourselves injured. With a promise to watch out for each other and be as careful as always Kirishima and you left your superior’s office and began reviewing all the relevant papers he’d given you. You were motivated and happy to finally have a mission with your beloved, since not only were you a great team but just being by his side during dangerous missions made you feel safe and somewhat relieved. While you looked at the red-haired man’s profile as he scanned over the paper in his hands, you promised yourself to make this mission a success.

——

Ah! It’s Red Riot and Sunshine!

E-Excuse me Red Riot sir, can I have your autograph?

Thank you two for always watching out for us!

Miss Sunshine, can I have a selfie with you?

After answering all questions and attending to everyone’s requests the two of you resumed your walk. Being stopped by people who treat you like some famous actors was nothing new to the two of you since this wasn’t the first joint mission you took on and yet you were always overwhelmed by the amount of love and support everyone showed you. But what made you even happier was seeing how Kirishima reacted to it all.

The way his cheeks became redder, his slightly stuttering but nonetheless loud voice, how big his eyes got whenever a fan of his showed him the merch they’d bought, and many other small and adorable things you noticed were simply heartwarming. As his lover you knew more than anyone how much effort he puts into his hero career and just how ambitious he follows through with the goal to step into Crimson Riot’s footsteps, so seeing his hard work being rewarded made you extremely happy.

A couple of minutes passed and you slowly had to resume your patrol, so you unobtrusively signaled your red-haired companion to wrap his talk up. The disappointment of his fans didn’t last as long as you’d presumed it would, but who could blame them when Kirishima flashed that sharp but angelic smile instead of bidding them a proper farewell.

“My bad (Y/N), I got quite caught up talking with them about their t-shirts!”

You giggled and pat his shoulder a few times before answering: “There’s nothing for you to apologize about, in fact I can’t really blame you since…the new collection of yours looks pretty cool”

Even though you had whispered the last part of your sentence, the man next to you heard it nonetheless and couldn’t help but smile broader than he already was. The moment he parted his mouth to give you an answer, a sudden explosion some meters away from you interrupted the wholesome moment you were having. You two immediately ceased your idle chatter and switched over to your hero personalities. While you began to evacuate the nearby pedestrians, your boyfriend rushed to the explosion site and helped the injured people out. Your eyes followed the backs of the innocent citizens as they ran away from the smokescreen that was enveloping the massive frame of Kirishima, who was holding onto staggering and hurt pedestrians as he brought them to safety.

Before you could go and help him out a figure caught your eye and just as you were about to call out to them, they turned the corner and ran into an alleyway. “Hey! Hold it!“ you shouted and almost immediately took chase, ignoring the young man’s worried screams behind you, pleading for you to at least wait for him and not do anything too rash. You heard him and nodded to yourself, repeating his warning inside of your head as you continued your chase.

Surprisingly enough, the person before you wasn’t as quick as you had expected so it wasn’t that hard to keep up with him and just as you were about to take a hold of their arm they cut the corner yet again. You spit out a curse before following the new route of the suspicious individual and that’s when the worst case scenario happened.

Just a few steps in front of you was a young school girl who was talking to someone over her mobile phone and because of that she failed to notice the two of you approaching. You shouted out a warning but her reactions were unfortunately too slow and allowed the suspect to grab her and hold a knife to her throat.

“D-Don’t come any closer or else this girl’s death will be your fault!”

Without much hesitation you obeyed and stopped, using the moment of silence to asses the situation as well as take a proper look at the person you had just chased. It appeared to be a middle aged man and judging by his wide eyes and slightly trembling hand you deduced that he wasn’t used to threatening people like that.

Perfect, I just need to calm him down and hope that words will be enough…I’d really like to avoid using my powers

As you thought that you glanced up at the sky where the sun was shining brighter than you’d ever seen it in the past few days and if you were being honest, it worried you a little. Your quirk was the accumulative type and allowed your body to store solar energy, allowing you to use it at your discretion, but it came at a cost. To put it simply, the brighter and stronger the sun shone, the more dangerous and taxing your power was on your body. You took a deep breath to calm yourself and began reasoning with the man who faced you.

“Sir there is no need for you to get other people involved, we can clear this misunderstanding between us, ok?”

You spoke slow but with a firm voice so that neither the man got more agitated than he already was nor scare the innocent girl any further. And indeed the man relaxed his grip ever so slightly but the moment you wanted to continue with your plan of calming him down the young girl screamed out for help and began struggling desperately.

“No…! Don’t-”

But before you could warn her to not make anything rash it was too late. The girl’s thrashing about ended up hitting the man behind her a few times, which resulted in him finally losing his patience and the moment you saw him raise his hand, in which he held the knife, you immediately activated your quirk and shouted: “Close your eyes!”

Fortunately for you, your message reached the recipient it was meant for and when you confirmed that the female student had obeyed your order, you released a portion of the energy you had collected from today’s sunshine and blinded the man. While he was stumbling back screaming, you used the short timeframe to grab the girl’s hand and start running.

“Ok I need you to listen and obey everything I’m about to tell you, got it?” you asked and waited for her affirmation first before you continued, “Run as fast as you can back to the main street and there you’ll meet the sturdy hero Red Riot, a muscular, tall, and red-haired young man, who’ll keep you safe while I take care of that man, ok? Now run!”

You normally would’ve gone with her, but your previous move took more out of you than expected, so you chose to leave her safety to your trusted lover while you won them some time.

The man’s quick and heavy steps were closing in on you, so you prepared yourself to attack once again if necessary. With the plans to either stun him a second time so that he can’t see where he runs or inflict a burn on one of his kneecaps to slow him down, you turned to face him.

“O-Oh my god…why didn’t you….? T-This can’t be happening! I-I….I have to g-get away from here!”

“Not s-so fast…” you utter as you hold onto his hand and your body temperature begins to rise. In a swift and quick motion you kick his shin, causing his knee to buckle and used that small timeframe to bring this man down, ultimately pinning him to the ground with your leg on top of his chest, and your hands tightly gripping his wrists. In order to make him surrender completely you released your powers and that energy caused slight burns on each body part you had come in contact with. You had to use and control your power which was pretty taxing to your body. Your vision slowly grew blurry and that’s when you remembered the small “promise” your loved one had made to you as you ran off.

Aah…Eijiro, please hurry up..

“(Y/N)!”

Hearing the familiar voice echo behind you just mere moments after you had thought of him made you smile in relief. You took one last glance at the knife which was deeply buried inside of your lower stomach before closing your eyes and embracing the darkness that had tried to claim you this entire time…

——

P-Please, you need to save her! I-I’ll do anything, so please-!

Sir I need you to calm yourself down, you’re bothering the other patients.

We first need to perform a checkup on her, s-

I don’t care what you have to do, j-just please!

That’s enough out of you shitty hair, let the doctors handle it and meanwhile we’ll wait outside!

While your consciousness drifted back and forth you could make out a couple of voices near you and one of them belonged to none other than Kirishima.

“E-Eijiro…”

You felt a big hand tightly wrap around your own and squeeze it slightly, but before you could do or even say anything else, your vision once again blackened.

——

Calloused fingers caress the back of your hand as the tall man kisses your bandaged knuckles. His empty stare fixated on your sleeping form and the peaceful way you just lied there managed to put him at ease for at least a couple seconds before once again realizing the harsh truth of how grave you had been injured by that man and your own quirk.

“You idiot…I told you to be careful and not overdo it, didn’t I?” he silently whispered in front of himself as he used his free hand to stroke your cheek ever so gently. Since your hospitalization he remained practically glued to your side, refusing to miss even a single update on your condition, if it weren’t for his friends to literally drag him out of your room so that he gets something to eat or simply see the summer sun he would be in an even worse condition than right now. He was aware that he was a burden to others and that he behaved immaturely, but every time he tried to cheer up for their sake or simply try to worry less, he’d remember that day of the incident.

The scene of your back facing him while you were apprehending the man who had ran off seemed normal at first, but as soon as he was merely a couple of steps away from you, you had fallen forward right on top of the other man’s chest. He began panicking and apologizing frantically, saying stuff like I didn’t mean to do it or why didn’t she dodge, and that’s when he noticed the abnormal amount of blood that had stained the other man’s shirt…

While your lover recalled the unpleasant and rather traumatizing event, he failed to notice the way your facial features tensed up and your eyes slowly fluttering open. At first you couldn’t really feel your body, so all you did was glance around and quickly came to the conclusion that you were in a hospital room. All you could hear except the silence that surrounded you were the steady breaths of someone who most likely stood pretty close to you. Just as you were about to try and move your body a sudden voice stopped you in your tracks.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) for being late…I-I should’ve hurried up and come to y-your aid quicker, t-then you wouldn’t have had to use your ability to that extend and e-even wouldn’t have gotten stabb– god, forgive me…”

His shaky voice was full of sorrow and guilt and as if that wasn’t painful enough for you to hear, Kirishima even squeezed your hands tighter than before and put them up to his forehead. The man continued muttering apology after apology and with each one he got sadder, so you finally decided to speak up.

“If you continue squeezing my hand like that it’ll never recover, you know?” you joked with the most cheerful voice you could muster and even though it ended up sounding more raspy, it achieved the surprise effect you were going for. Wide red eyes, filled with nothing but relief stared at your smiling face.

The man next to your bed got up so quickly that his chair fell over, he was so overwhelmed with the fact that you were awake that he didn’t know what to do first. Call the doctor and the nurses over? Ask you about your condition? Embrace you? Lecture you? Cry?

In order to take most of his nervousness away, you gently tugged on his hand and smiled up at him with glassy eyes.

“Ei, I missed you.”

One single tear rolled down his cheek and as realization slowly downed on him the stream of tears didn’t stop flowing down his face. He bend down to you and as gently as he could wrapped his arms around you, hiding himself in the crook of your neck.

A couple of minutes had to pass by until he was capable of properly talking to you and knowing just how worried he had been you figured that he’d most likely start lecturing you, but as you saw him push the button next to your bed that was supposed to notify the hospital staff in case of an emergency, you gave him a confused glance.

“(Y/N), I’m pretty sure that you know what I want to tell you and I hope that you’re aware of just how mad I am, but,” he paused and looked directly at your face, but to you it seemed like he glanced at something beyond you. After what felt like an eternity of torturing silence he finally resumed his initial thought with a somewhat sad smile: “…the only thing I’m most thankful for is the fact that you’re alive and well.”

A gentle knock on your door and the entry of the nurse interrupted your discussion. After she checked in with Kirishima you watched as he slowly left your room…

——

“Ok, then Miss Sunshine one last sign and you’re free to leave.”

You sign the last document she’d given you and smile, thanking her for everything they’d done for you. She simply smiled and humbly shook her head. “Miss I’m simply doing my job…just like you. Thanks to every hero’s efforts I can feel safe…and if by treating your injuries I can contribute to your well-being and performance then I’d gladly do so.”

With flushed cheeks, you chuckle at her words, and just as you were about to leave she stopped you.

“But if I may give you an advice for the future…please refrain from such reckless actions again. This wasn’t the first time you came here because of your quirk’s effects on your body…but this time was the worst. I don’t know what lead you to drive yourself beyond your body’s limits, but you standing right here in front of me in such good condition is nothing short of a miracle.”

Silence.

“She knows that.”

The two of you turned to the person who’d just butted into your conversation and as expected it was none other than your boyfriend, who was standing behind you. He carefully wrapped one arm around your waist and held out a beautifully arranged bouquet to you with his other one. You took the flowers and blushed as you whispered a short thank you to him. With his usual broad grin, he kissed your cheek and took the bag you were carrying, slumping it over his own broad shoulder.

The two of you bid the nurse and her colleagues farewell as you slowly headed for the exit. She watched your backs as you walked past the entryway and focused on the man’s smile which seemed to never falter, as she recalled his words the day you had been rushed to the hospital right before his blind friend had brought him away…

I know that it’s not my place to say this, but please save her…

I’m begging you…

Please save my light…

[nazyalenskyism]

Unusual Encounters

A/N: This fic is for the GVBB's mini bang @grishaversebigbang! We're so excited that we get to finally share our works with with you!  @sketcherooroo ‘s fantastic art for this fic can be found here, and @art-by-me19 ‘s fantastic art for this fic can be found here!

Summary: With impossible stakes on the line for both the Ravkans and the Crows, the last quiet moments before the chaotic auction provide a brief opportunity for peace.

Ao3: Unusual Encounters

        “You don’t trust them,” Inej’s voice whispered in his ear. She had quietly found her way to his shoulder, as she always had but something was different now. Ever since he’d caught her eye at the Slat, when she’d nearly leapt down to avenge him in what she’d thought were his final moments, he could sense that she saw through him, truly saw him. It was a feeling he had avoided, when his Crows tried to get to know him, or other bosses tried to figure him out, he’d evaded their attempts as easily as he slipped out of handcuffs. But Inej was different, she always had been. Even when he had guarded himself from her, she had always been able to find a way to understand him. It was an unspoken part of the pact they shared.

        “I don’t trust anyone.”

        He could feel her gaze on him without turning to confirm it, the dark brown of her eyes posing a question, maybe a challenge,  don’t you? And she was right, didn’t he trust her? He had trusted her with his secrets for years, as much as he hated to think that he had let anyone know any part more of him than the lies he’d built around himself, he trusted Inej, and that was the truth. Fortunately for him, he was not virtuous or honorable like his Wraith and therefore he had no issue with lying, it was what thieves and conmen did, and he felt no shame in that.         He ignored the look. “I don’t need to trust them. They care about their country, they were desperate enough to come make a deal with a thief from the Barrel because they have no other choice. They need Kuwei to save the Grisha, and they will pay any price for that. The idea that they could let him slip from their fingers is so unfathomable that I don’t need to trust them. Their position makes them predictable.” 

        Kaz flipped his pen between his fingers, allowing himself a moment to contemplate. He believed that what he had told Inej was the truth, but there was something about the Ravkans that made him want to hesitate. He had never played games alongside Kings before, and while he’d heard much about the incompetence of the Fjerdan king and the old Ravkan King, there were fewer whispers about the current king than there were shouting remarks. People in Little Ravka had hung banners for the new king, singing about the Boy King, the King of Scars, who had supposedly been taken prisoner and tortured by the Darkling. Kaz didn’t care about Ravkan politics, but in his business, secrets and knowing your surroundings were key, and there was something to be said of a man who had been king for years, yet had managed to keep any rumors from finding their way down into Inej’s hands, and then Kaz’s. Perhaps there was even more to the royal than Kaz had let himself see. He would have to keep note of that, no good came from underestimating your allies and enemies.

        “You like him,” Inej mused, following his line of sight to the boy king turned pirate, “why?”         “I don’t like anyone, Wraith.”

        “You like Jes,” Inej countered, “you like Wylan and Nina, maybe even Kuwei and Matthias, and you like--” she broke off, turning away from him. Kaz desperately wanted to reach out and say, what, exactly? That he did like her, that it was more than like, that he valued her beyond her talents. That he appreciated her strength, her light, the magic she brought into his world that he had long since dreamt was impossible to conjure? But they didn’t have time for that, and she did not want to hear those words from him. 

        “Would you trust a pirate?”

        “He’s a privateer Kaz, authorized by the Ravkan king to be here, accompanied with the highest ranking Grisha in the world.” 

        “You didn’t answer the question,” he rasped, amusement pulling at him.

        “If I’ve learned anything from you, it’s to never trust anyone, so no,” she relented, hand brushing over her knives, and he knew she must be asking the Saints to spare them a betrayal.         Kaz knew that if they did face a betrayal, he would put money on his crew to come out on top any day.                                                                ***

        “Look at them,” Zoya hissed from over his shoulder. They were mulling over the plan they had concocted for the auction the following day, hunched over a desk in the corner of the room. 

        “Who, Nazyalensky?”         “Nina, her Fjerdan, the Wraith, the Barrel rat, the Grisha and the merchant boy, the whole lot of reprobates.”

        “So, everyone?” Nikolai muttered, amending the papers before him, the inner workings of Mister Brekker’s mind laid out before him. The plan was clever, but to someone who had built their life upon being clever, he could tell there were obvious omissions, Brekker was clearly up to something more than what he’d written down, but Nikolai would expect nothing less from the boy who’d orchestrated a heist into the Ice Court.             “You should be more worried,” she huffed, snatching the pen from his hand to scribble something down, “they’re not trustworthy.”

        “I don’t trust them, Nazyalensky. We’re simply allied towards a common goal.”

        “Allies don’t trust one another?”

        “I believe they’ll keep their side of the deal because they want their money, and they want Kuwei to make it out of Kerch alive. We are useful to them for that reason, so they won’t break the deal.”

        “So our plans hinge on the wants of a group of children?”

        “You were about their age during the civil war,” Nikolai said, “besides, I thought you would be elated that she’s alive,” he hummed, thinking back to how devastated Zoya had been when she’d come back from the mission where Nina went missing. She’d spent weeks searching for the girl, and it was only an order from him that had brought her back from searching the oceans for that Drüskelle ship, and though she’d never said it, Nikolai knew she had resented him for it.         “She’s being reckless! A Fjerdan— not to mention a Drüskelle? What is she thinking?”

        “That she loves him.” In the corner of the room, Nina sat with her legs splayed out over the boy-- Matthias’ lap as she indulged in a plate of waffles, heaping with whipped cream and strawberries. The Fjerdan simply smiled as Nina rambled on about the exact viscosity required for syrup to best enhance the waffle-eating experience, the smile transforming into reddening cheeks and an abashed look when she dalloped cream onto his nose.

        Zoya huffed, looking away from the pair, “love is for fools.”

        Nikolai cut her a glance, “ruthless as always, Commander. They found each other and despite all circumstances managed to fall in love. That’s the stuff stories are made of.”

        “You need to cut down on the novels, you’re too much of a romantic already. I fear for your future bride.”         “Not marriage talk again, Nazyalensky. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to get rid of me.”         “Clearly I’m failing,” Zoya muttered as Brekker motioned for everyone to gather round to discuss the plan. “If I had been successful, you’d be bobbing for herring in a canal.” 

        Brekker raised a gloved finger causing his gang to quiet like a group of children falling in line before their governess. Interesting. Not only was the thief an expert in disguise and evading attention, but commanding it was another skill entirely. Nikolai wondered what scars the boy bore, to don gloves like Nikolai’s own. What horrors caused a 17 year old to rise to being the most notorious Barrel Boss in Ketterdam, after years of climbing up the ladder and making a monstrous name for himself?  

        “Everyone out except the Grisha and the Pirate.” 

        “Did you hear that, Nazyalensky,” Nikolai muttered under his breath as the others began to protest, “‘the Grisha and the Pirate. Sounds like a rousing title for a play, though I do prefer ‘The World’s Handsomest, Most Skilled Privateer, and the Grisha.” 

        “I prefer, “The Pirate Who Finally Shut up Because the Grisha Ripped Out His tongue.”

        “Privateer,” he corrected, returning her glare with a wink. “Such vivid imagery, Commander, have you ever considered becoming a playwright?”         “Perhaps I’ll pursue that avenue once this plan goes to hell and our country falls because of it. I’m sure it pays better.” 

        Nikolai laughed, their attention turning back to the gang as Brekker held up a hand again, “we will discuss the final plan once the details have been agreed upon and the Ravkans are back at their embassy.” 

        The tall Zemeni boy-- Jesper, halted on his way out of the room, peering back around the door, “what about the airship?”

        “What?” Kaz’s voice was irritable, or perhaps that’s how it always sounded. Then again, Nikolai thought as he caught Brekker’s eyes drifting towards the girl perched on the open window sill behind him, sunlight glinting against her plait, firing a similar light behind his eyes, maybe not always.         “Perhaps if you visit Ravka, you’ll get a chance then,” Nikolai replied coyly, winking at the boy.         “Yes,” Zoya added, as he let out a laugh, turning around to leave, “you’ll find that doors in Ravka are always open to those wanting to seek entry.”

        “What was that?” Nikolai muttered as the others followed the boy out, “that was so cryptic that I barely put it together.”

        “How else was I supposed to allude to it, Sturmhond? I can’t very well say, ‘you’re a Grisha, you should come to train at the Little Palace right this instant?’ You’re the brains, I’m the muscle.”         “Why, Zoya, did you just call me smart?” 

        “You’re as smart as I am pleasant,” she retorted, moving towards the table Brekker and the Wraith were at.         “Fortunately for me, I find your company to be nothing short of intoxicating, Nazyalensky.”

        She rolled her eyes as they sat down across from Brekker and the girl named Inej, Nikolai spreading their plans out next to Kaz’s. 

        “So,” he said, letting the voice of authority slip him as easily as he slipped into his teal frock coat, “where do we begin?”

[3mmafr0st]

Hard to Hate Chapter 2

Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1678 Warnings: Swearing, angst, enemies to lovers, eventual smut? Taglist: @intpeach​ @aria-dne​ @allthebestmenarefictional​ Ask me if you want to get added to the list! Chapter 1, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15,

Read the Russian translation Here

The smell of cut grass permeated the air as I took a deep breath in. The moments before practice were always the best, the still static feeling in the air. Quidditch was my only escape from what plagued my mind. Suddenly I was jostled out of my state of calm by a rough hit to the shoulder by Marcus Flint. 

“Get your head in the game, Lestrange, we’re gonna need it for the match against Gryffindor.”

“Like I’m the one whose going to need it, Flint.” Everyone knew that I was the best chaser on the team, but Snape, as much as he loved me for being a Slytherin who was good at potions, he was a raging sexist. He probably had some trauma or something, but that was no excuse, and for that reason, Flint was captain. Sadly, I had to take orders from this absolute asshole. We ran drills for about an hour. I was just getting into my groove. Every drill was executed perfectly. We were going through drill number twenty-eight again, which was my favorite, as it meant Flint had to relinquish the quaffle for the first time in a while. Warrington passed it to me, and I quickly zoomed down the pitch towards the goal posts, faking twice and then throwing it right through the hoop as Flint caught the rebound. Everything was perfect and I gave Warrington a quick high five. I celebrated a little as we set ourselves up for the next drill, when all of a sudden, something struck my chest. 

The force of the bole made me lose my grip on my broom for a split second and I tilted over, plummeting out of the sky. Panic began to set in as I reached out for my broom, quickly grabbing it and flying back down to the ground, back to safety. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I finally looked down at my chest to process what had happened. A splattering of red and gold paint littered the front of my uniform. I turned around to see Cassius hitting the ground, hard, and I ran over to him. He groaned, turning towards me, the same red and gold patterning splayed over his uniform. Marcus flew to the ground, being covered with paint as well. I knew immediately who it was. 

“You absolute dicks!” I screamed, looking around frantically. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as my top two suspects, along with a few others, ran towards the exit that headed to Gryffindor tower. I looked to Flint to make sure that he had Warrington, and then ran after them, abandoning my broom, wand in hand.

I was already so far behind them, but I knew exactly where they were going to be. I stormed my way up to Gryffindor tower, but came to a problem getting in, the painting that guards the entrance of their common room. It took me a minute to figure out exactly how to get her to let me in. Her singing could be heard all the way down the hall, and everyone in Hogwarts knew that flattery would get you everywhere with the Fat Lady. I walked up to the portrait and began the compliments, telling her all about how amazing her voice is, how good she sounded. 

“Well, clearly you aren’t Gryffindor but I like you, come in,” She told me. The minute I passed the portrait, the facade fell, and my fury settled. 

“Weasley, get your ass down here this instant!” I yelled, making one of the younger kids, Creevey I think, stick his fingers in his ears. I hear shuffling upstairs and it didn’t take long to see Percy Weasley, Head Boy of Gryffindor, dragging his two younger brothers down the stairs. It amazes me that the two of them are somehow related. 

“I know they did something obviously, but what happened?” 

“These two almost killed Warrington with their stupid prank!” 

“Oh come on, Lestrange, he wasn’t that high up,” Percy smacked Fred in the back of the head and looked back to me.

“I’ll be taking them back to McGonagall right away, thank you for letting me know.”

“That is not what’s going to happen here, locomota wibbly!” All three of the Weasley boys fell to the ground, as their legs failed underneath them.

“That’s it Lestrange, you’re in for it!” Percy exclaimed, his voice cracking from the sheer anger halfway through the sentence. 

“No, Weasley, I don’t think I am,” I mused, as I left the common room, shutting the door behind me. I said goodbye to the Fat Lady, before hurrying off to my own common room. 

Once I made it back, I shut the door behind me quickly, and leaned my back up against the door, just a little out of breath from sprinting down that many stairs. 

“What the hell happened to you?” Melody was sitting in the common room as always, waiting for me to come back from practice so we could study and get our homework finished. “You’re early, and a mess, so something must have happened.”

“The Weasley twins decided to grace us with their presence during practice, took Warrington right out of the sky,” Mel’s hand immediately goes to cover her mouth in shock.

“They really did that, that’s a lot coming from them.”

“Not really, it’s only a step further than what they normally do. It was only a matter of time before they pulled something as stupid as this.” The two of us laughed and talked for a little while, just like normal, with dumb contemplative questions and talking about muggle stuff. Ever since the third year, Mel has been teaching me all about the muggle world, everything out there is just so interesting and amazing. Strange, if you think about it, the daughter of the two most prolific Death Eaters known and a muggle born witch being best friends. The two of us jumped out of our seats as loud knocking and banging could be heard from the outside of the Slytherin common room. I looked around for a minute, my eyes wide. 

“Ms Lestrange, you are to come out here this instant!” The shrill, angry voice of Professor McGonagall was muffled by the stone walls. 

“What the hell did you do?” Mel’s voice was in that whisper yell that kinda made you panic a little more than you should. 

“I may have made a stop at Gryffindor tower before I came back here.” Mel smacked me in the back of the head and I couldn’t help but whisper yell a little “Ow!”

“You’re an idiot sometimes, you know that? Go and answer McGonagall, running and hiding is only going to prolong the inevitable, hell, it’ll probably make it worse.” I rolled my eyes at her, even though I knew she was right. I sighed and got up to open the door. 

“Good evening, Professor, what can I do for you?”

“My office, Ms Lestrange, immediately.”  And with that, she turned around and began to walk towards her office. I followed behind, internally panicking about the inevitable punishment that I would be getting because of what I did, not that I regretted a thing, it was totally worth it. 

The minute I stepped into the office, the fog of tension was so thick that if it was real, I wouldn’t be able to see three feet in front of me. Percy, Fred, and George all sat on the other side of McGonagall’s desk, each with their own brand of scowl. I walked over to them, but just far enough away from the brothers to feel comfortable. McGonagall walked behind the desk and sat in her chair, the same color of green velvet as her robes. 

“So does anyone want to explain to me why we’re here, or do I have to do that as well?” Her eyes were accusing, making me yearn to just walk out that door. Of course, Percy spoke up. 

“Earlier this evening, Ms Lestrange stormed into the Gryffindor common room yelling for quote “Weasley.” So by default, I thought of the twins, who are known for causing general trouble and mischief. When I came downstairs with the two, she informed me that the two knocked Cassius Warrington off his broom during a prank the twins pulled at their quidditch practice. When I told her that I would turn the two of them into you, Professor, she proceeded to hex all three of us and leave us in the common room.”

“Thank you. Mr Weasley, now, does anyone else wish to add to the information being presented?” I tried to hold my tongue, but.I couldn’t help it.

“Professor, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but with how high up Cassius was, combined with the paint filled balloons being launched at us, the two of us both fell off of our brooms. I was quick enough to get back on and land safely, but if Cassius hadn’t landed like he did, he could have been seriously injured or worse.” Once I started the sentence, I just couldn’t stop. Fred looked as if he was going to try and say something but George gave him a look that said,’don’t you dare,’ and he stopped in his tracks. 

“Mr’s Fred and George Weasley will both be getting two weeks detention for this, and Ms Lestrange, one week, is that clear?” McGonagall said, clearly not wanting to deal with this any longer. I wanted to argue that two weeks detention was not an equal or fair punishment for near murder but I held my tongue, just wanting to leave. 

“After classes, you will all be reporting to the Transfiguration room, is that clear:” I nodded and so did the twins. The professor dismissed all of us, and I left as fast as I could, not wanting to be near them for longer than I had to. 

I guess I had five hours of the Weasley twins to look forward to tomorrow, absolutely bloody brilliant.

[ikeromantic]

An Uncertain Alliance

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic- this scene occurs at the start of Ch. 11 (romantic route- picking one was hard!). Approx 3000 words of fluff and stuff. 

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Fox Hunt

Mitsuhide took a few more days in Kyoto to wrap up his business. He could have managed most with letters, but he wanted to be here for any reply from Mouri. The madman’s participation wasn’t a requirement to move forward, but his access to men and weapons would make life so much simpler. And it was an excuse to pamper his little mouse.

Not that he let her know that was his objective. To her it was just happenstance that their trip to visit an informant passed by a beautiful garden or a talented street performer. Or that the tea shop they stopped in surprisingly carried her favorite snacks. Her joy was Mitsuhide’s pleasure. He stored every memory of her delighted smiles and happy sighs. The look in her eyes when something took her breath away. 

And so he was almost disappointed the day the letter came, informing him Mouri would meet him at an upcoming festival in Kyoto. Mitsuhide didn’t want to discuss Mouri with his little one. Besides, he wasn’t sure what he could say that would do justice to the man and his reputation. So all he told her was that they’d be going to the festival together. 

It was a good location for a contact. Any city guards would be busy keeping order and no one there would likely know either of them on sight. Plus, the crowds would make it hard to get away with any violent double-cross. Still, it made him uneasy.

Meeting Mouri in a place he chose meant trusting there was no trap. And trusting Mouri was like expecting a rabid dog not to bite. Or, not to bite you anyway. 

“Are you worried about our mission,” she asked him as they walked through the crowded festival avenues. 

Mitsuhide glanced down at her and smiled. “No - not about our mission.” His little mouse looked as if she might squeak up again, so he added, “Let’s not think about it and just enjoy the festival together, hm?”

She frowned. “How can I not think about it? I mean, the sho-ah, shark-eyes, is planning our destruction as we speak!” 

“As we are planning his.” He stopped and faced her. “Right now, I am more interested in plotting a pleasant evening with you.” The half-truth stung, but he needed her to relax. To smile. To be his light. Because he knew he would do terrible, dark things still and without that balance, he would lose this sliver of peace they’d made together.

His little one blinked, surprised by the intensity of his response. “Oh. Well, that does sound nice . . .”

“Look,” Mitsuhide pointed toward a nearby food stall. “Candy sculptures.” The distraction worked as intended. Her gaze lit on the delicate confections, twisted around sticks into all kinds of shapes. 

She clapped her hands together in excitement. “They are so pretty! Can we get one?”

“We can get as many as you like,” he chuckled, letting her lead him to the stall. While she was ogling the display, he asked for two crane candies. Cranes were life-mates. Bonded from the moment they touched. He wasn’t sure she would understand the symbolism, but that was alright. 

Then they walked on, hand in hand, enjoying the sugary treat. 

“I’m glad you decided to bring me here,” she said after a moment.

“Well, it was you that reminded me humans - and kitsune - cannot go on without rest.” Mitsuhide watched her from the corner of his eye. She was finally smiling. Her small, pink tongue darted out to taste the candied crane. It made him want to kiss her. To taste the sugar on her lips, which would be far sweeter than the confection in his hand. He quite suddenly wished they were back in their room at the inn.

“Good.” She grinned over at him and bumped her hip against his leg. “So, why cranes? There were horses and dragons. Those colorful fish ones.”

A slight blush stained his cheeks as he realized she might have caught on to his choice. He cleared his throat. “Did you know that cranes mate for life?” He used the candy to ‘kiss’ her cheek. 

Her eyes went wide and her smile was soft and full of affection. She raised her candy up to give him a kiss on the lips. 

Mitsuhide took advantage of the moment to ‘kiss’ the crane back, which brought a rosy color to her cheeks too. The moment ended all too soon though. He saw the man they were here to meet approaching. Tall, and limned in red-lantern light that stained him blood-red. Motonari Mouri.

“Look,” he gestured toward the figure. “That is one of our potential allies. What lucky -”

“So this is the real reason we came to the festival. I knew it had to be more than a fun night out!” She looked up at him, eyes dancing. “You can’t fool me, kitsune.”

Mitsuhide smiled fondly. “I suppose not. But a nice evening with you is also part of the plan. This is just the part I didn’t mention earlier.”

Her gaze went back to Mouri. “Who is he? What does he do?”

“Hmm. I suppose you could call him an artisan of violence. A creatively murderous fighter. I almost shudder to think of the horrors awaiting anyone that crosses him.” Mitsuhide’s tone was playful, but he was deadly serious about Mouri. He wanted her to understand this was not a kind soul they were allying with, but a killer.

His little one nodded once, squaring her shoulders. She might have asked more, but Mouri was too close now for further conversation.

“I gotta say, Kyoto knows how to have a festival.” Motonari greeted them with his usual swagger. “Nice as it is, this place is gonna be yer funeral if I don’t like what ya got to say. Savvy?” He took in Mitsuhide with a wary glance and then looked to the chatelaine. Where his eyes lingered longer than necessary.

Mitsuhide felt his jaw twitch and did his best to restrain the reaction. 

His little one took a step back, her face going pale. This only encouraged Mouri. 

“Who’s yer little friend here, eh?” Motonari took a step closer to her, raising a hand as if he was going to touch her.

Mitsuhide stepped between them smoothly. “This is my fiancee.”

Motonari grinned wider. “You brought your little lady to parley. With me.” He laughed, a sound edged with madness. “I like a man that doesn’t respect the rules.”

The chatelaine poked her head around to look at Mouri. 

“My love, this is Motonari Mouri. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Which he was because he’d given her that lesson himself. 

“Of course.” She came out to stand beside him, putting her brave face on. “You conquered the whole south but . . . I thought you died?”

Mouri laughed again. “I gotta say, the best part o’ that introduction is the bit where yer eyes went wide with horror.” 

Mitsuhide did not appreciate the way Mouri’s gaze swept up and down his little mouse, or the rise of his brows as he tried - in his crude way - to flirt. “Yes, she is a delight isn’t she? Touch her and you’ll leave this meeting with one less hand.” A crude threat for a crude man . . . or so he rationalized.

“That so? Guess it depends on how many parts you plan ta leave behind.” Motonari threw back his head, laughing so hard he shook. 

The chatelaine interrupted with a polite cough. “If - if I may ask - how did you two meet?”

“Until recently, we were both in the service of Shogun Ashikaga Yoshiaki,” Mitsuhide replied. He didn’t want to give Mouri the opportunity to characterize their relationship, such as it was.

Motonari got control of himself in time to nod, adding. “I slipped out before Mitsuhide here. But I promised him a good bloodbath before I left.” He wiped a fleck of spittle from his lip. “So, out with it. Why’d you invite me to meet?” 

Mitsuhide watched Mouri slide his gloved hands into his jacket. He took out a pistol and spun it lazily, waiting for an answer. “Motonari, there’s no need to play coy. You know why I contacted you. You watched my little drama play out at Honnoji, from start to unsatisfying finish.” He pointedly did not look directly at the gun and kept his expression one of thin-lipped indifference.

“Mind-reader. No wonder people get so twitchy around you.” Mouri shrugged one shoulder, his eyes narrowing. “You want help killing the shogun.”

“Very much so.”

Mouri pointed the pistol at Mitsuhide. “Does it get drafty in that big empty space o’ yer head? I didn’t come here tonight to get disappointed!”

The chatelaine bit her lip and looked for a moment as if she might run. Mitsuhide could feel the way her body tensed, but she held still. 

All he did was raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What part of this disappoints?”

Motonari scoffed. “How ‘bout the whole damn thing? Tell ya what - I got one goal. Just one. And that’s ta get you and Kenshin. Shingen. Nobunaga. Hell, anyone worth a damn, into one big, bloody melee.” His lips twitched into a half smile. “If everyone’s not trying to kill each other, then it’s not much of a party!” 

He gestured at Mitsuhide with his gun. “Ya think I’m gonna waste my time with some small fry like the shogun? I should shoot you right here, right now, in place o’ asking fer an apology. In fact.” He stroked the unlit fuse.. “I think I will.” Mouri pressed the barrel against Mitsuhide’s head, digging the iron into his skin.

Mitsuhide knew his little one was contemplating some mad attempt to ‘rescue’ him and rather than reply to Motonari, he first looked at her. Waiting to see a slight nod that meant she understood she was to stay still. He had this handled. In fact, it was going better than he’d expected. Mouri was playing right into his hands.

“I see. You plan to leave the shogun free to roam, ensuring that your long dreamed of bloodbath remains only a fantasy.” Mitsuhide sighed. “I expected better from you.”

Mouri raised an eyebrow. His pistol didn’t so much as twitch.

“Surely you see it.” Mitsuhide waited a beat, then continued. “The shogun will never engage with Nobunaga - or any of his enemies - in open combat. If he did, he might lose. Instead he will seek to assassinate them, one at a time. Subtly. An accident here, a mysterious illness there. Until there are none left to take the field. No celebration. No battle. Only quiet, pathetic deaths. One enemy after another. Who knows, perhaps he would even target you.”

“I’m not afraid of him.” Motonari’s defiant reply was somewhat spoiled by the nervous way he licked his lips.

Mitsuhide smiled. “Of course not. But your bloodbath will be severely lacking when there is no one there to bleed. A good party requires . . . guests - does it not?”

Mouri chuckled. “Ya got a silver tongue. But it’ll be so much viscera on the paving stones when I pull this trigger.”

“Mhmm. I imagine parts of me would travel quite far. Perhaps spattering the food stall there, or some of those festival-goers.”

“They told me you were tricky, kitsune. But no one mentioned you were mad.” Motonari closed the distance between them until he was close enough to kiss. 

Mitsuhide stared into the depths of his red glare, imitating the madman’s own body language. Gold on scarlet glinted in the light of the festival lanterns in this space of tense silence.

Then Motonari started laughing. His breath smelled of sake and tobacco. “Alright. Ya got me. I’m in, just this once.” And he lowered his pistol.

Mitsuhide watched as the madman carefully wiped down the barrel and placed it back in the holster. His hand found the chatelaine’s icy fingers. He gripped her hand tightly. She was alright and so was he. The gambit had paid off.

“The only place I’ll let Nobunaga and the rest die is in a sea of blood and gunpowder. By my hand.” Motonari sounded certain as he said this. As sure as he would be telling them the sun would rise in the east.

“Then I believe we have a deal.” Mitsuhide knew the bargain would only last so long as Mouri saw the necessity of it. And stayed entertained. Hopefully they could locate the shogun quickly and be done with this.

Motonari gave a snort that might be agreement, then gestured to the candy Mitsuhide still held. “Say, why don’t ya treat yer new ally to some o’ that fancy candy, huh?”

“You . . . want candy?” Mitsuhide couldn’t help the ways his eyebrows rose. 

“Yeah. So run along and get some fer me. The lady an’ I will wait fer ya right here.” Mouri took a step toward the chatelaine. 

Mitsuhide didn’t need to be psychic to know what ran through his little mouse’s head. It was written in her face in large, panicked script. ‘Don’t leave me alone with this maniac!’ The kitsune thought fast. “I am sure I could deliver a better token of friendship to you at a later da-”

“I ain’t asking fer a better token o’ whatever.” His voice rasped and his hand moved toward the holster of his gun again. 

That was the problem with unstable allies. They couldn’t be relied on. Even the simplest things could set them off. Any situation could become a violent one at the drop of a pin. But what bothered Mitsuhide the most was this. There was only one reason for this particular request. Mouri wanted to be alone with the chatelaine. Why?

“Yer girl will still be here when ya get back.” Motonari smiled like a shark. A hungry one.

“Go ahead, Mitsu. Get him some candy. I’ll be fine.” She gave Mitsuhide an uneasy smile.

“I’ll be right back.” It made him feel ill to say it but Mitshide knew it would be better to go along with the madman than to fight him on such a small request. And besides, if he tried anything, the chatelaine would scream. Then, Mouri would lose more than his life. So it was reasonably safe to leave them for a few minutes.

Mitsuhide glanced back at them as he hurried away. Mouri was sitting beside the chatelaine now, almost close enough for his hip to touch hers. Bile surged in his belly. No one should be so close to his little mouse. No one but him. Just hurry up, he told himself. Hurry and get back.

He found a closer stall with the same kinds of candy and picked out a fish for Motonari. Then hurried back. His little one was smiling at the madman and Mouri looked . . . confused. Jealousy burned through his veins in a wave, and he almost ran the last few steps, shoving the stick of candy between the two of them. “There. Your candy. Now get away from her.”

The last sentence was almost a growl, and Mitsuhide couldn’t help the way he reached for his little one. Pulled her close. She was his, her smile and her laugh. Her kind eyes. Mouri deserved to be close to none of it. 

Even as the jealousy burned through him, a colder, more logical part of Mitsuhide scolded him for his rash behavior. This was not like him at all. This display. What did it hurt, even if Motonari was flirting with the chatelaine? Nothing, really. Except . . . except Mitsuhide didn’t want her to be anywhere near that madman. She could get hurt. Not just physically - but her heart and her sweet spirit. He had to protect her.

Motonari seemed unaffected as he took the stick of candy and popped it in his mouth. “There’s somethin’ wrong with yer lady friend. She’s crazier’n I am,” he said around the stick.

“There is nothing wrong with her. She is perfect.” The words were out before he’d even had time to consider his response. This was . . . odd. He never spoke without thinking. Never.

“That so? Cause from here it looks like her madness is contagious. Gettin’ worse from person to person.” He chomped down on the candy, crushing the spun sugar figure between his teeth.

Mitshide’s first instinct was to slap the sweet out of his mouth and break his teeth with a well-placed elbow. But he held himself still, rigid. His heart was beating fast and he felt hot - shaky. Acting now would be . . . ill-advised.

Motonari shook his head and stood up. He addressed the chatelaine. “Better hope yer man doesn’t get tripped up by his love-addled brain. If he does,” he took the candy out of his mouth and pointed toward her with the jagged, chewed end. “I’ll fall on you.”

This threat was more than Mitsuhide could stand still for. He pushed his little one behind him and grabbed the hilt of his sword. “You will stay away from her! If you take a step closer to her - now or ever - I will remove your head from your neck.” The words were a barely audible snarl.

If Mouri was worried about this, it didn’t show. He only smiled his shark-like grin. “Where’d your disguise go, kitsune? Your real face is showing now. Barking like a fox in a trap.”

Mitsuhide tried to get control of his breath. To push the murderous rage in his chest back down. To slide his mask back into place. 

From behind him, his little one hugged his back. “There’s nothing to worry about. My Mitsuhide won’t trip up.”

Motonari shrugged. “We’ll see.” Then he was walking away, swagger firmly in place.

Mitsuhide watched him go, and when he was out of sight, finally let go of his sword hilt. He was shaking. He turned to wrap his arms around his little one. Feeling her warm body pressed tight, the steady rhythm of heartbeat and breath, calmed him. She was here and safe and his. 

“Are you alright,” she asked, her voice muffled against him.

“Yes. I . . . I’m fine.” But he wasn’t. This was only the first of several dangerous meetings they would need to undergo in this quest to see the shogun taken down. There would be more meetings with Mouri and others. He had to find a way to control this - this response of his. Otherwise Motonari was right.

Next: Future-Speak

[smutty-ki113r]

I woke up to my alarm tellin me to get out of bed and so naturally I checked your tumblr and I'm,,, concerned

There's a small anon war over what hoodie smells like and I have no sense of smell whatsoever so I'm not contributin, but, leafs.

Petition to change the plural of leaf to leafs instead of leaves. Leaves is an ugly ass word. Leafs just rolls of the tongue, its nicer, its what the people want

Also the same with sheep like what, why is the plural the same, I refer to them as sheeps cuz it makes me happy

Also I don't like the y/n either because "y/n" is usually a whole ass person all in itself. And they're usually a girl in most fanfic, along with the fact that they are the Mariest Sue That Ever Mary Sue'd.

I've been considerin why LJ is my favourite and I think it's purely because if any of the more sane (Masky, Toby, Slenderman, etc) took one fuckin GLANCE they would run away. I have hope that clown boy is too far gone to care about my mental state too much.

If you squint real hard my braincell count looks like a normal amount

I'm so exhausted I'm gonna talk to you, my favourite online human, because the blue light from my phone keeps me awake.

But I think my favourite dynamic ever is Rivals to Lovers™. Not enemies to lovers, cuz enemies have two different goals in mind; whereas rivals compete for the same thing.

I'm a sucker for medieval shit so,, a scene that's been annoying me all day is~

you're invited to a Royal Ball (because isn't that how all romances start these days, just roll with it brother) and you go, finding out it's a masquerade ball. You get there, you dance, being passed from person to person in a never ending loop of jewel-embeded skirts that were swept across the marble floor of the (obscenely) bedazzled castle, and suits that seemed more expensive than you were.

Regret never came because the wine chased it away; it flowed in waterfalls into your glass, the scent of it filling the room but not enough to drown out the everlasting smell of expensive perfume. Sometimes the odor of it clung to the women of the ball tighter than their corsets. The massive drapes were pulled back, latching to the wall in attempt to keep them from falling and blocking the view–of which captured your gaze immediately. The doors were swung open to let the air in, and ensuring that no glass got in the way of what lay beyond; the moon, full and impossibly heavy hung, stranded in the crisp night air. The moon was the only one that didn't judge the events that took place in the ballroom that night, the only thing watching the crowd of people with a pure, impassive gaze.

Because later that night, after multiple drinks had been passed around and a cacophony of laughter, dancing, and food had been consumed–after many glasses of wine had passed your lips and your body– of which was feeling tingly and impishly confident–had wandered to a far corner, darkened by the domed ceiling, seemingly on its own accord. In that moment you would give everything to stay in the Palace, to twirl until your feet blistered and you withered away into old gnarled bones and ashes that could still dance with the wind.

"I do hope that you know well what you wish for; not for clarity of the concept, my dear, but for clarity of consequence." The voice that spoke in your ear was deep, low, and held even darker undertones. It siezed your attention and captured it in both hands, strangling the curiosity out of you. It had come from your right, even further into the pitch-black corner, but as soon as you moved all the thoughts in your head sloshed about, banging against the interior of your head. It was either equivelant to that or a sledge hammer, one of the two. The wine was probably just twisting the voice's around you, making them appear. You tried to convince yourself but alas, even you deemed it vastly unlikely.

Turning around was more difficult then you planned. Just when you thought you would see the owner of the voice, nobody was there. Yep, probably just the abundance of alcohol making you dizzy.

Shifting back to dancing wasn't hard; it was as if you were floating down along a stream, merely following wherever the river took you. Voices pressed against you on all sides, soon becoming a background noise too, a faint buzzing sound. It rose and fell like the waves, ever-changing in volume.

You started to lose a grip on reality; eyes fluttering closed as you danced, just taking a breath of air, letting the delicate night wash away your worries, who you wer–

What the fuck!?

You did a double take, eyes now wide fucking open, because outside you spied someone that had to be atleast a foot taller than anyone else in the ball. The darkness seemed to congregate behind it, flourishing, and the only thing you could see was a wide smile and a pair of eyes.

It seemed that you couldn't get enough air into your lungs, couldn't focus; the voice's that used to be hazy surround sound was now piercingly loud the people were just too much, everywhere at once. Your breathing only picked up even more as you gripped your chest.

The.. Demon had disappeared by the time you glanced upward, you you scurried outside, barely making it before you collapsed on a golden railing. There were fine drops of rain scattered about, eluding to the fact it had rained earlier. Your masquerade costume was getting wet, leaning against the railing, but you were so dizzy you didn't care.

It was the wine, it had to be. Nobody could be that tall, it–it was humanly impossible. Moving was now akin to attempting to romp through thick syrup; a stagnant pace, uncoordinated, unsteady. Then it stopped. There was a hand on your shoulder.

You skimmed the person; they had a dark blue suit that sparkled with the occasional gold highlights, with a blue mask covering their face–it seemed that it covered all of their face, and didn't quite match what a masquarade mask should look like, but you didn't care. The support was welcomed.

"You seemed as if you required help, my Lady," He said, his voice deep and low, so much so that you questioned if you would even be able to hear him over the music blaring in the ballroom if the two of you were to venture back inside.

You looked back to where you saw the tall being, with its eyes and smile that seemed wrong, and wrong in a terrible, dangerous way.

"Care to dance with me?" You asked, relieved when he slipped his arm with yours and led you inside. The music had slowed to a waltz, nothing like the big parade of dancers that came in flurries of colour and left just as fast. His arms were solid and a comfort, welcome as the breeze on a sunny day. It felt like he protected you from everything that might have caught you off guard, in a way. Plus, he kept you from falling flat on my face, which is always a good thing.

The song changed and you were about to ask him for something else; his name, maybe, but fate had other plans. Both of you were bumped and somebody else had picked you up in their arms, hands landing on your waist as the dance consumed you. Your mystery man in blue was gone, it seemed, and you sighed. Being safe was a hard thing to ask. Instead, above you now was a man dressed in dark browns and yellows– he had a rather strange mask that curled around his mouth and eyes, leaving the centre free. His brown locks looked ruffled and messy and he jerked every once in a while, moving sporadically. It didn't stop and he didn't seem to be able to control it so you didn't mind. The slight jolts emitting from him caused you to wake up more, which was always welcome.

"Are you okay?" You asked, after his gaze had wandered elsewhere. It came back to you in a heartbeat, and you sensed be was smiling under the mask.

He twirled you, spinning you gracefully. "Of course I am," he said, coming in close again. "For now, I'm winning."

The night surged on quickly and you found yourself caught between multiple strangle figures; a woman with silky black hair and a mask that made her eyes appear the same colour, that offered you a drink that wasn't wine. A man that had offered you wine, that stood next to the big buffet table with a full glass and a white mask. He had stood with a black-masked man, but he weaved through the crowd until he was another string in a pile of wool. Your blue mystery man made another appearance, but not with you–he was talking in low tones with another man (you didn't mind that they were mostly men; seemingly just because it never occurred to you that they might be connected) who had black hair, like the other woman, and pale white skin. The palest you'd seen in a long time. However, at that moment, he had looked up and seen you staring, only for you to catch scars at the ends of his mouth. You crossed it down to makeup or a deformity of some kind. Through all this, you were atleast grateful you didn't see the tall being again.

And everything carried on. Until it didn't. Blood stained the carpet black and the screams were too loud to ever fade away, seeming to shake the walls. You had tried to run from it, from them, but you tripled in a hallway and couldn't even get up because of your many glasses of alcohol. Struggling was futile and someone easily pulled you back.

With horror you realised it was one of the men from before; you recognised the scruffy brown hair and occasional movements. He held you there, between life and death a moment more, a moment where all the men you'd seen that night, and the woman, came around the corner. Their voices were distorted to your damaged ears but your eyes focused on the tall being; he was real, and black and white, with hands that weren't normal and a nose that was even less so. They're all abnormal, your consciousness whispered to you, and you believed it. The man on top of you grinned, happy that he had caught you. Your stomach turned.

"Bring them to the Mansion," a voice ring out in your head. Your 'companions' seemed to hear it too. "And bring them alive."

As you can see I've never written anythin in my life so this is shit lmfao but I don't care an im just here to brainstorm anyways

Have my little scene, take it, because it was fun to do. It's not spellchecked, I've not read through it, because I can't be bothered, so if anythin is wrong laugh and move on brother. Also tryin to write without cuttin off the g from my words and shortenin them was so hard so halfway through I didn't bother lmao

I think this is my longest message yet so, sorry about that Red

Cheers if you actually made it this far.

–Kieran.

I agree. Leafs is better. SHEEPS- thats the cutest thing I’ve ever heard and I love it.

Y/n is a stereotype in itself so I agree, it’s usually ya know, the whole “im different” kind of chick who can do everything and anything (basically bella from twilight), when in reality the reader is human and humans have imperfections. Lots of ‘m …LJ is my fav for a lot of reasons, at this point he’s a comfort to me. Plus, I (oml) relate to him so much, and I can do a post about this- if someone cares or asks. And I have similar traumaaa

Oh geez, I’m your favorite online human, AGH my heart, again, its burning. I agree, RIVALS TO LOVERS SOUNDS SO SOSOSOOSO GOOD I LOVE IT. (I would say my fav trope is “lovers who ache to be together but due to circumstance one starts to lose feeling for the other and it’s an agonizing pain to the other” or maybe that’s just me because I find completion in sadness, which is horrific. But I really itch to angst.)

Here’s me reading your scene and also talking about it at the same time. ‘Regret never came because the wine chased it away’…that’s a good line, thats a good line. The way you just take one thing and mash it with another aspect like wow. Like as each idea were droplets of water on a leafs and you happen to tilt it, connecting them so effortlessly. I’m jealous. The descriptions are amazing, and how you make it the reader’s thought process-damn. I WANNA WRITE THIS GOOD, YALL OUTSHINE ME. And then you say this was shit. *slaps you* DONT YOU DARE UNDESESTIMATE YOURSELF MISTER

Also the way you just subconsciously cut off the g’s is spectacular. I try to, but it’s hard for me. SORRY? SORRY?! Nononono thank you, because the longer the message the better. Apart from the fact that long messages make me happy, especially from you, it means you put time into talking to me! Which makes me super happy too. Heheheh. Thank you love! This made my morning, along with that drawing submission from cam anon, you should check it out! It’s really good.

[sailor-manga]

“Sweet Tooth” Shinso Hitoshi x !Fem reader. [400 follower raffle fic<3]

A/N: Ohohohohoho BOI, I had fun writing this. I don’t know why I don’t write stuff like this more often, but the sweet n spicy thing just really gets me thirsting ;o. This fic was for @captainxsassafras​ , one of two of my raffle winners! I will be working on the next tomorrow and hopefully it’ll get done. But for now, I hope you like this one<3 

** THIS FIC IS INTENDED FOR READERS OF THE AGE 18 AND UP, IF YOU ARE NOT 18- PLEASE GO ELSEWHERE, THANK YOU <3 

Word count: 2.2k 

Warnings: Fluff, nsfw, mentions of body issues, sweet n spicy B) 

Your eyes would stare at yourself in the mirror, you hadn’t gained too much weight- You were still healthy, but you weren’t as small as you used to be, and by god did it annoy the living shit out of you.. You felt off, felt like you were letting yourself go. The part that seemed to bug you the most was the fact that you were the only one that really paid attention to it. The saying ‘you are your own worst enemy’ always seemed to apply best when you felt like this. Another thing that always seemed to happen is you get so caught up in the weird fog of low self esteem, you would distance yourself.

It wasn’t often, because your boyfriend, Hitoshi Shinso was able to pick up when you were feeling like that, whether it be a look in your eye or a specific way you responded to his text, he knew. It was like that today, he had asked you to go get lunch with him and it must have been the way you declined, because instead of just simply saying okay, he responded with ‘On my way’. 

Shinso was your rock, and you appreciated the hell out of him, no matter what he always found a way to make you feel beautiful, and that was his goal again today. 

While you were sitting in your living room area, watching TV, there would be two solid knocks on the door before a mess of lavender hair came into view “Hey babe” he said in his usual gruff yet sweet sounding tone. Your e/c hues would glance up and offer a sweet smile as he stepped towards you and held out a bag “What’s eating at you, baby doll.. You never pass up going to [Your favorite place to get lunch]” he said softly.

Taking the bag from his hands your eyes would watch as he sat down next to you. Peeking in you’d sigh, how on earth did you get so lucky? The contents of the bag claimed Kit Kats and a bottle of your favorite milk tea,something that you thoroughly enjoyed. “Shinso..” you’d mutter only for him to wave his finger at you with a soft smirk on his face “Ah, ah, ah.. We’re too far in this together for you to be calling me that, try again” he said with a playful smile. 

Blinking a few times you would blush and the corners of your lips would turn upwards “Hitoshi” you corrected yourself “I shouldn’t be eating all of this, honestly.. But I really appreciate i-” you were cut off by his lips and you would quickly melt into him. You two would stay like that for a moment before he broke the kiss and looked directly into your eyes “You enjoy what you want, I already know where you’re going with this and I disagree” he said in a soft tone, pushing some strands of hair from your face. 

“Hi..toshi..” you’d mutter out quietly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Before one dared to fall, you were in his arms tightly “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N, and I hate that you feel this way sometimes.. Which is why I’m here, to kiss any sort of flaw you think you have from you” he said softly, pulling away slightly only to start trailing kisses along her cheek. 

He didn’t really let you speak, every time your lips parted he would quickly place his mouth on yours and hands would softly rub at the small of your back. Finally when he stopped, he would smile at you “Please know that I think you’re perfect, everything about you is absolutely amazing” he whispered “Your face, your curves..” he trailed his hands now to grip at your hips before smirking some “Those delicious looking thighs” he finished before pulling back from you only to give you a look over, which caused you to blush.

“And here I thought I had a sparkling personality” you joked with a light smirk of your own, which caused him to chuckle and shake his head “You know your personality is probably my favorite piece of you.. You’re such a kind, and genuine girl.. Someone that doesn’t deserve to be beating themselves up” he said petting your hair back a little “And incredibly funny” he added before finally standing up and taking your hand, pulling you up before picking up your body like you weighed nothing “Come on then” he said with a smirk.

You would squeal and wrap your arms around his neck, immediately nuzzling into his chest as he carried you down the hall to your bedroom. Opening the door, he kept the light off and laid you down before slowly crawling on top of you. “And just what do you think you’re doing, hm?” you’d ask with a huff. The male didn’t speak a word for quite a long moment, but you could feel his hands slowly pushing up your shirt “Mn, showing you how beautiful you are” he said in a low, gruff tone. 

You were going to protest, but those strong, calloused hands on your soft flesh was always an amazing feeling. As the male further pushed up your shirt, you would lift your arms so he could get it off of you and carelessly toss it onto the floor. Staring at the male through your lashes, only the light that was slightly coming past the curtains lit the males face as he lowered to start kissing and nibbling at the tops of your breasts and then down your stomach “So gorgeous.. And this is all mine” he purred, which made you scoff some “I-I’m not as fit as I used to be” you said with a slight pout on your face, which caused him to glance up “And? That doesn’t make you any less beautiful, baby” he hummed.

“If anything.. The only thing I’ve noticed is you growing more gorgeous by the day” he said biting onto your hip and making your back arch, a soft whimper escaping your lips. He would growl in approval and start to shrug down pants, his eyes seeming glued to your figure “Ah? Aren’t these the panties I got for you?” he asked, hooking his finger around the waistband of the lilac colored laced thong that dressed your sex.  

You would scoff and look away “they’re my favorite pair” you muttered all shy, which caused him to chuckle “of course they are, I know what my baby girl likes” he said in triumphant tone before slowly sliding those panties off of you as well as your pants. 

Helping him out, you would quickly un-clip your bra and toss it onto the floor and your eyes would soon be met with his, which quickly strayed away to look at your naked body before him. 

Looking away from his possessive gaze, he would start to caress your sides, massage your thighs.. Whatever he could get his hands on. “My beautiful little kitten” he murmured quietly as you squirmed below him. This would earn a husky laugh from him and he would soon lay beside you and pull you against his clothed chest, his hands quickly groping at your breasts “I could never get tired of looking at you, feeling you, kitten” he mused, pressing soft kisses onto your shoulder.

Humming happily at his warmth, you would let him do what he pleased, just enjoying the affection and the way he seemed to think you were flawless. “So are you just going to tease me, ‘Toshi?” you muttered softly, which caused the male to grind his clothed groin into your ass “Me tease you? Just feel how fucking hard your body made me” he purred before releasing you momentarily and retuning an arm around you waist, so his hand could slither to your folds. Cupping your pussy, he would tease by slowly rubbing your clit with his middle finger “Would my cock make you feel better, baby?” he asked in a whispered tone, his lips dragging against your ear as he spoke. 

Your body would shudder as he started to rub your clit, it was like your body reacted before it could even register in your brain what he was doing. Biting your lip, you would let your eyes flutter closed “Y-Yes.. It would make me feel a lot better” you said in a shaky tone. Shinso would then let out a low growl before biting onto your neck lightly, sucking on your flesh while another finger made it’s way past your folds, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves in a firm circular motion that caused your toes to curl. 

“You’re already so wet, kitty.. Just from my fingers” he mused happily which caused you to huff quietly “h-how can I help it when you’re rubbing me so roughly” you’d mutter before finally snaking your arm in between the two of you and starting rub at his dick through his pants, which earned another growl from him “Mn, impatient are we? Don’t worry baby.. You’re going to filled up here in a second” he assured quietly before pulling his hand from your now dampened slit and scooting away to start undressing himself.

You could feel him shifting behind you as well as the soft clatter of his clothes hitting the floor. Your legs practically shook in anticipation and you would let out a soft gasp when he finally pulled you back in, his body heat immediately caressing your form and making you feel warm. 

“I want to fuck you like this, kitten.. Right from behind” he muttered softly before parting your legs slightly just to rest in cock in between them. Bucking his hips forward, his shaft was immediately lubricated by your juices and it made sliding between your thighs fairly easy “So plush and warm” he chimed quietly. 

“C-Come on, now.. Hitoshi..” you’d whine softly “Put it in me” you added, which caused him to chuckle darkly “what’s wrong, kitten? Don’t want your thighs to get my cum?” he teased before pulling out a bit and making sure he lined himself up with your aching hole.

The male didn’t even give you a warning, within seconds his full length was shoved inside of you, causing you to let out a surprised and strained moan as he held still so your walls would get used to the size “Fuck.. you’re squeezing me baby, I guess you missed my cock, huh” he said in a cocky tone, but you couldn’t deny it.. He was right “Y-Yes” you panted out softly as he continued to twitch against your walls. He didn’t thrust again, he enjoyed just the warmth of you, and the whimpers that escaped your throat, pleading him to thrust. 

He could tell, and thankfully that was what he did. Though he loved watching you writhe against him, he wasn’t going to deny you the pleasure of cumming on his cock. Slow and deep thrusts, sounds of slapping filled the room as he aimed to hit your spongy G-Spot with every time. Pulling your head back to rest against him, you would reach up and grab onto his hair.

“What’s the matter baby, want me to go harder into the filthy little cunt?” he asked casually which made you moan out loudly “yes!” you cried out with a groan. The male obeyed and though the thrusts stayed slow, his cock was shoved even deeper into you as he put more force, causing you to cry out happily. FUCK, he was so good at making you forget about your problems.

Fucking or not, when Shinso was around.. It was like nothing could go wrong, like the whole world stopped and no one could penetrate the protective bubble that you two resided in. “I can’t go with his slow shit anymore, kitten.. Get ready” he growled, snapping you out of your thoughts as his pace became sloppy and lacked rhythm. You loved it when he got like this, almost feral, desperate to unload in your naughty little pussy. 

Stings of mewls would escape you as he laid claim on your cunt. You two had been dating for quite a while now but it was always so sexy when he got like this, acted as if he *needed* to make a point. 

Words couldn’t even come out, you wanted to tell him you were going to cum, but by the way you squeezed his cock like a vice grip, it was pretty obvious he could tell, because if somehow possible ,he managed to pick up the pace a little more, making sure to circle his hips so his swollen head would rub against your walls. Letting out a loud cry, that would be your breaking point.. You came so hot you started to see white spots, your cunt screamed as it released and white hot jolts of ecstasy would course through your entire body.

While you were a spasming mess, trying to come down from your high, Shinso continued to hammer away until finally he shoved his dick as deep as it would go, releasing his essence into you as he hugged onto you tightly, muffling his own moans in your neck. 

You two were quiet as you tried to come down, but soon Shinso would break the silence and press his lips to your ear “You’re fucking beautiful.. I love you” he mused sleepily, pulling the blankets over your bodies “Nap, and then I think you deserve a kit kat” he chimed sweetly. 

You would nod and let out a small giggle, memories of why you were upset in the first place easily forgotten after that.

“Yes, I agree.. I love you too, Hitoshi”

Taglist: @captainxsassafras​ , @hipster-merchant-of-death​ , @nighthoodhawk​

[shinsoups]

Student No. 22 —

m a s t e r l i s t

pairing: shinsou hitoshi x f!reader x class1a

genre: 1tbsp of crack, 1 tsp of fluff, a sprinkle of angst and 1 cup of chaotic randomness

synopsis: y/n was certain she would never be a Hero. She had a different goal in her mind, and that is to be a great doctor someday. With a terrible past she wants to forget, she vows she would never use her Quirk and will never let the world know what it is. Not until she finds out that the invincible quirk she thought she has can also have a certain weakness.

random updates

a/n: canon Shinsou is joining hero class for their second year but I'm gonna make him part of Class 1A already yay!

OO4.2 : Hero vs Villain —

At the back of your mind you know there's no escaping this. Your grandfather might have taken a few steps in taking care of you even before he left this world. He won't let you hand over the HPSC but why the Heroes? Why can't he just let you live the way you want to live your life? 

You pushed the doors open, letting yourself in while settling in the corners of your designated area as you waited for the second signal to commence the fight. Why must you conform to what the Hero society wants? Seeing the tiny blinking red dot, you stared at the little camera on the corner of the ceiling, watching your every move... I hate this you muttered to yourself while continuing to search for some items.

You rub your temples, trying to think of any way to end this fight without crushing someone else's dreams. Fifteen minutes, do you want to win this fight anyway? You clicked your tongue, scanning the room. Securing the pin just above your left chest, and gripping the capture tape on your track pants left pocket, your eyes found the one thing you were planning to use.

The screen shows two figures already clashing and were in a heated conversation. Bakugou was impatiently giving orders as Shinsou tries to talk him out and create a plan. But the blonde insisted that he'll fight with or without a plan, threatening that he won't back down even if Shinsou ever gets in the way. The other screen shows the new girl going inside a Hardware Store situated just near her assigned area. The second siren blasted, without a second thought Bakugou pushed Shinsou out of his way and went to search for the "enemy".

Midoriya was heavily muttering and was torn between watching the monitors and listening to the new voices that joined inside the waiting room.

Recovery Girl was seated in the middle, watching as Bakugou was desperately searching for you. The screen shows how Shinsou leisurely follows, gripping the binding cloth around his neck and sprinting as he tries to catch up to Bakugou. Midnight and Present Mic are now standing just behind the students of Class 1-A. Curious eyes were now stealing glances as more of their teachers are now watching the on-going match. 

The familiar loud voice of Present Mic echoed inside the room, "Shota-kun you found out about her Quirk already? That was fast!" Patting Aizawa's shoulder as his laughter dissolves into silence when Aizawa shot him a cold stare.

Jirou nudges Midoriya when she heard what they were talking about, "Apparently, her Quirk is unknown. Rather, they're not sure what it is so that's why the teachers are here to see for themselves." The group exchange looks as they stared back at the screens in front of them.

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Just outside the building you can already hear explosions coming your way. The familiar tingling sensation of danger alerts your senses. Wrapping the small item that you needed with the capturing tape, you drag it near the entrance and exited the building.

Bakugou spotted you exiting a building. He smirked and landed meters away from you. Aiming his hands towards your small figure, a large fire explosion almost hit you if you didn’t dodge and acted fast enough. Looking for any sign that the purple haired boy was behind him, you sighed in relief when you didn’t saw him. You reminded yourself not to respond, not to make any verbal attempt so you can win the fight. You’ll just have to wrap them up or stole their pin without attacking, just play on defense mode. Defense mode, you repeated like a mantra.  

Bakugou was the first one to make a move leaping forwards using his explosive speed to thrust himself just meters away from you. With one swift movement, his leg was aiming right at your torso. Absorbing the shock of the fire explosion shot at you, you narrowly dodge as you shifted your weight towards your left side. Trying to land even just one blow from your fist, Bakugou was quick to block his jaw.

“Is that all you got, new girl? That doesn’t even stung a bit.” He growls kicking your body away from him. “Where’s the girl who attacked mercilessly earlier?”

You took on a defensive stance when you felt the sting on your arms after receiving the kick. Bakugou propelled himself once again. Dust were now clouding your vision and irritating your lungs as the burning embers from his Quirk lingers in the air. You turned around to where he landed, trying to close the distance between you and create just one impact on his body. Dodging your half assed right punch attack on his shoulders he caught your left that was aiming to land another on his face, his other hand directed on your legs.

You fell to the ground as his leg kicked you once more, “Bastard,” you grunted and rolled to avoid a well-aimed kick from him. Bakugou took the advantage and continuous AP shot auto canon were fired at you but it dissolves into nothingness as it hits your skin. You ran around him, trying to tire him out and lose his will in using his Quirk against you, but the sting in your lungs are now catching up.

“Come on, you little piece of shit,” he feinted a laugh almost reading your moves. He knew what you were thinking and he was now aware that his fire explosions meant nothing at all even if he fires the strongest attack.  

Using stealth was your best option but right now, its seems your body has taken a toll already. The ruined buildings around, shattered and was half destroyed as his canon explosions kept chasing you not far behind your shadows.

Clicking his tongue in irritation, Bakugou decides to engage in physical combat instead of using his Quirk.

“Why can’t” he fires every time another word comes out of his mouth. “you – just – fight instead of playing on defense.” With the last word he caught your wrist once again and threw you up in the sky, “Zero distance stun grenade!” he shouts as you fly into air, taking the impact of his moves.

You can feel your body burning even though the fire never reaches your skin. You grunted as you felt another impact of his explosive hit your body. 

Shinsou caught up with what’s happening and hid himself behind one of the alleyways near the two of you. You were facing Bakugou head to head, as his purple eyes widen when he saw you mid-air. The damage Bakugou has created  a crater on the streets of Ground Beta as he once again uses his explosive speed to catch up with you mid-air. Shinsou was torn between saving you or pulling Bakugou with his Binding cloth. Choosing the first option, he casted the cloth towards and wrapped you around to cushion your fall. 

In a cat-like stance, Bakugou landed right on his feet and saw Shinsou on the corner of his eyes. You can feel every bit of your bones almost cracking from the impact of air and Kacchan’s fire explosions. Your nerves ran riot now feeling light headed. You braced your body for the impact as you calm yourself when you hit the ground. 

The moment you’ll hit the cold pavement you knew you’ll be immobilized and will lose this match, not until you felt something enveloped your body slowing down your fall. Seeing the end of the tape you were holding on to earlier, you used the momentum of your landing to think properly and act rationally. Still loosely wrapped with the cloth around your body, you crawled using the remaining strength you have, pulling the red item and aimed it Bakugou.

Shinsou ran towards you and Bakugou to act as a mediator. “What am I even doing?” he murmurs to himself as he felt the cinders of his partner’s explosive attacks dawdle in the air.

“Fight, you little piece of ---,” Bakugou growled but before he could finish what he was going to say, he noticed you pulling the red cylindrical item you were dragging earlier.

Everyone watching in the waiting room held on to their breaths as Bakugou was hit with the white foam of the item you were dragging before the fight has started. Midnight broke into laughter as she saw you struggle to let yourself loose on the cloth hugging your body and clinging to the little fire extinguisher that somehow doused Bakugou’s sweat glands immobilizing his fire explosives.

“She’s smart!” Present Mic boasted and clapped his hands once again on Aizawa’s shoulder. “Who would’ve thought she’ll actually use it! I thought she was going to hit him with it! But what she did was better!” The laughter soon died down as the new girl broke free from the cloth and Shinsou stood in the middle where Bakugou fired at his partner instead of the “villain”.

Shinsou knew what he was doing, that’s why he wanted to act accordingly to plan so as not to hurt you. If we both attack and use our Quirks coordinately then she won’t be able to focus at the same time we drive her into a corner and make her surrender. But Bakugou has different plans and was never willing to listen, so this would do. That was what Shinsou told himself as he pulled back the Binding cloth back around his neck and executed his plan. He noticed the missing pin on his partner’s shoulder so before the teachers could even find out about it he needs to execute his plan properly.  

Stepping just between the blonde and you, “Bakugou you shouldn’t have done that. She’s still new to this you know–”

The blonde took a step forward, pointing his hand towards you after wiping off the remains of the fire extinguisher’s foamy substance.

“Shut up you piece of—”

Don’t move, Bakugou. Instead fire at me. Shinsou squinted his eyes. Do it.

Shit! Bakugou cursed at himself when he realized that he responded to Shinsou. Doing what he was told, his hand moved on its own accord and threw his AP Machine gun technique towards the cunning purple head.

What the heck? You dropped the extinguisher you were holding and before you knew it you were shielding your enemy away from his partner. Shinsou felt the fire grazing his shoulder moments before he saw you wrapped your arms on his head. I knew it! Holding the tape roll, he tries to undo it and roll it around your body.

Your body acted on its own, not sure whether you were on time but smelling a familiar burnt smell your heart plunged deeper as you saw his right arm and shoulder bleeding and burnt. Without any sense of danger, you quickly pressed his injuries, making Shinsou fliched in pain and dropping the tape he was holding. His detachable mask and half of the binding cloth was burned along with his right shoulder fell on the ground.

Hissing from the sudden contact of your hand to his shoulder, you pulled Shinsou away and quickly dragged him inside one of the buildings even before Bakugou could attack again. Not even noticing what Shinsou was about to do to you. He was left too stunned, forgetting to even release Bakugou from his brainwashing. Not until they were safe inside and away from the death glares Bakugou was throwing at him did he realized what you were doing.

You both hear the speakers announcing Bakugou’s defeat, as you clutched the red pin on your pocket. “Took them long enough to notice,” you sighed as you pressed Shinsou’s shoulder once more to stop him from doing any funny business. Muttering a silent apology to him.

“Don’t move, don’t try anything funny.” you glared at him. Pulling Shinsou to sit down in front of you, he obliged to do your bidding and hissed once more when his shoulder hit the remaining cloth sticking to the burned area. Memories from your childhood somehow floods your mind as you keep smelling the burnt skin on his shoulder. You knew how painful it was. Should you heal him? Yet you don’t want to feel the pain. Shinsou gritted his teeth while pulling the burnt cloth away, hissing once more.

“Stop! You’re doing it all wrong!” With trembling hands, you pushed his hands away.  Pressing your palms together and rubbing it once you placed both of it on his shoulders. “Don’t even think about it.” You said as you quickly pulled his button pin away from his chest, tucking it away on your pocket.

“You were reckless. You could’ve died if Kacchan’s fire attacks were to fully hit your body. Are you stupid? Are all Heroes like this? Why are they making us fight? Isn’t it supposed to be just an exercise? Why did you even do that? Why?”

You were mumbling something about hating this stupid Hero system as Shinsou tries to absorb every word you were saying. He has a lot in his mind, formulating proper words to retort to your scolding but the way you flinched in pain when his shoulder was almost healed made him realized what you were doing. His eyes noticed the shallow rise and fall of your chests, how your breath steadies, panting now as if you were the one experiencing his pain. No way!

His left hand grabbed your hands, pushing you down and trapping you between him and the cold floor. “Stop. What are you doing?”

You bit your lip. You turned your head sideways avoiding his gaze. Should you reply? You feel the sting on your shoulder, a side effect of your cursed healing abilities.

Feeling the regret and bile rise up from his stomach to his throat, Shinsou’s dark hooded eyes stare at your sorry state, “Why do you think people are blessed with Quirks like us? Are you scared people will resent you for being born with a gift that can help a lot of people? Or are you just scared of yourself?” A weak whisper slips out of his mouth, demanding an answer. His purple eyes searched for yours. But before he could pry one answer from your quivering lips, the speakers on the wall distracted the both of you.

“Shinsou loses the fight. y/n wins the match. The three of you please exit the training grounds and proceed to Recovery Girl’s clinic if needed medical assistance.” Aizawa’s familiar tired voice echoed.

Everyone in the waiting room stood awe in silence, witnessing how the battle suddenly ended when the screen flashes the three students’ current state. Their top one, stuck outside the streets unmoving. Shinsou’s torn clothes now hanging barely on his chest while pining the new girl on the floor.

“I guess this is why Nezu wanted her in this school.” Midnight walked away after Shouta announces the winner in the first group. “I don’t have any complaints anymore. The next time Class 1-A does their battle training, let me watch her again. She needs more training.” With that said she exited the room.

“Midoriya, Kaminari and Todoroki proceed to the training ground now.” His deadpan voice drawl out, calling the next group. Aizawa sighed, clutching the file he was holding while watching the monitors. 

“Training…she needs to know more than that.” Scanning the notes he wrote, the little details he noticed from the fight he was sure you needed proper guidance and that is top priority to lead you and not leave you astray.

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Cold Blood (Bucciarati x Reader)

FS, as I deem you, you are always welcome in my inbox you nutball 😘 Incoming forced Bucciarati x Reader angst.

In the end, even the righteous are nothing more than animals. 

NSFW

[Warnings: rape, dead dove do not eat]

Art credit: MIE. on pixiv

When you and Bruno had entered the abandoned hangar, it seemed normal enough. A bit ominous in how massive and empty it was, an impression not helped by the lack of lighting, but nothing out of the ordinary. All you wanted to do was get in, gather some intel, and leave.

That’s when you spotted Diavolo’s henchmen.

“You’ve built up quite a reputation for yourself, Bucciarati. Many loyal citizens even refer to you as the Santo di Napoli���How quaint.”

Bruno’s mind reeled for ways to wipe the shit-eating grin off of the green-lipped doctor that loomed atop some scaffolding near forty feet above you. Even the gremlin that perched next to him on all fours seemed to be mocking in his gaze. Fear etched its way into your features, as neither of your stands were equipped to reach them. Until they made a move, you were caught like mice in a trap.

“My orders were to execute you both, but there’s a small experiment I’ve been dying to try for decades. The world lacks such passionate and honorable men as yourself, and I fear that if I simply snuff out your life now, I might never get the chance to see if my theory holds true.”

Your capo stood in front of you protectively, fingers itching, a cold and calculated look on his features. He was no doubt regretful that he had asked you and not one of his other underlings to help him with this task. His number one goal was to protect the ones he loved, and his love for you ran much deeper than you even realized.

“You see, I have a theory that any man on the planet can be brought to their base instincts with nothing more than a chemical. Humans love to drone on about how civilized and evolved we are. We tout our self-control as though we’re anything more than sentient beasts…The problem has been finding a man virtuous enough to be worth experimenting on. You should be honored that I’ve chosen you, Bucciarati.”

Cioccolata gave Secco a tap on the head and gestured for him to fish something out of his pockets. The boy did so gratefully, worming his fingers through the taller man’s pants until he found what he was looking for. His shoddily held together mask slipped down and revealed a beaming grin as he held up a small pistol for the doctor to see.

“Perfect! Always a reliable boy,” Cioccolata praised, flicking a white cube into his pet’s waiting mouth. He turned his attention back to his anxious captives, “If the experiment goes well, I’ll gladly let the two of you live. Though, I don’t know if you’ll want to.”

It happened in a millisecond. He pointed the pistol straight at Bruno and pulled the trigger once. Something much thinner than a bullet shot right through Bruno’s black and white suit into his bicep. You rushed forward to help him as he cried out in pain, immediately ripping the foreign object out of his arm and throwing it to the floor like it was made of fire. It appeared to be some kind of small, pink dart.

“Stay back!” Bruno shouted at you, feeling warmth spread from the sight of injection throughout his upper body. Whatever was in the dart worked immediately, and as you made eye contact you watched his frantic pupils dilate to the point that you could no longer see a hint of his bright blue irises. Panic flooded through you as you watched him struggle, fearing that he was in real pain. You turned up to shout obscenities at Cioccolata, demanding to know what he’d done, but the doctor’s unhinged look of pure delight gave you pause.  

“I wouldn’t take my eyes off of him if I were you,” He said, clucking his tongue. You noticed that Secco was leaned over the edge of the scaffolding, angling a video camera your direction.

Bruno’s heavy breathing brought your attention back. He was sweating bullets, normally kempt raven hair sticking to his forehead. His eyes flicked up and down your body as his chest heaved. Fear gripped you as you realized he looked like a cornered feral animal, “Bucciarati…are you o-”

“[Y/n]…” He practically growled, limbs twitching, drool dripping from his parted lips, “Run.”

You didn’t need him to tell you twice. The entrance to the warehouse was twenty to thirty feet away. If you could just get outside, you could flag down Abbacchio and Giorno who stood as lookouts for backup.  

You got hardly ten feet before something wrapped around your waist and slammed you backwards onto the hard metal floor, knocking the air out of you. Your veins ran ice cold as whatever it was immediately hooked its arms beneath your shoulders and began to drag you backwards. You kicked out wildly and screamed bloody murder, trying to dig your soles into the floor just enough to keep from being taken.

In a last ditch effort to escape, you turned your head down to bite the arms that constricted your chest. Horrified, you realized they belonged to Sticky Fingers.

“Bucciarati, stop!” You cried out, terribly confused. Sticky Fingers stopped and heaved you sideways so that Bruno stood at your feet, looming over you. His breathing was even more erratic, and his hands were visibly trembling. A single tear leaked from his blown out eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. You tried to jerk out of the stand’s grasp as it suddenly gripped the sides of your shirt and ripped it open in a flurry of movement. Bruno’s eyes pierced your bare chest with his unhinged gaze, and suddenly he was on you like a rabid wolf. Lips, hands, teeth, breath- all of it gliding along your body at once with no regard for your sobs of protest.

Bruno and Sticky Fingers made quick work of your clothing, stripping you naked in a matter of seconds. All you could do was beg your capo to stop as he exposed you to the world, and all he could do was mutter apology after apology. He gripped your hair painfully and pressed his body against you, rutting his clothed, painfully hard erection against your lower abdomen and panting in your ear.

“[Y/n], [y/n]…I have to. I need to…”

“Bucc-Bruno, please don’t do this,” You wept. Bruno bypassed removing his pants altogether by just zipping the top half of them off completely, freeing his throbbing length. It hit your bare stomach with a sickening slap and bile rose in your throat. Sticky Fingers tightened its grip on your arms as you struggled, but you managed to kick Bruno hard in the thigh.

“You bitch,” He shouted, hands moved impossibly fast, digging his nails into your flailing legs so hard they pierced your skin. His voice sounded like it came from another entity altogether. You never even thought it possible for Bruno to get so enraged.

Just as fast as his fury came it disappeared into dust. His face immediately twisted into sadness and he threw himself against you, letting out a slew of apologies against your ear. You stopped struggling and just cried, completely stunned and profoundly conflicted. On the one hand, the man you trusted the most in this world was going to violate you beyond repair. On the other hand, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Bruno. It was the enemies that stood proudly above you, lazily gratifying their own members to your despair.

Like a man possessed, Bruno pushed your thighs apart painfully wide and began frotting against your bare folds. His groveling melted into mumbling incoherently about all of the ways he’s wanted to fuck you ever since the day you met. It pained you deeply to think that your friendship might have been nothing but Bruno biding his time, waiting for the day you would accede to his desire. You tried to shake the thought from your head. It isn’t Bruno, it isn’t Bruno.

From somewhere above, you heard Secco cackle wildly. The tip of Bruno’s cock found its way into your entrance, and the burning stretch immediately brought fresh tears to your eyes.

Bruno pressed on, despite the fact that your body rejected him fully. It was agony, your role model’s thick, dry length impaling you inch by excruciating inch. His lips met your neck and sucked angry red marks into your clammy skin. It felt like he was splitting you in two. Sticky Fingers gripped your arms so tightly one of your shoulders felt dangerously close to popping out of its socket.

“Looks like I was right again, Secco. Even Santo Bucciarati can’t fight nature,” You shook your head violently, feeling the room spin. Stop talking…you thought. Stop talking, stop talking, it isn’t him!

After eons, Bruno finally bottomed out inside of you. Even sitting still, the thrum of pain you felt around his cock was immense. Your eyes wrenched closed, refusing to watch as Bruno took your body for his own.

“Please,” You whimpered one final time, appealing to some part of Bruno you desperately hoped was still lurking beneath the surface of whatever possessed him. You were granted no such appeal.

“Fuck,” He growled, moving inside of you, dick dragging along your walls like barbed wire. He felt your hot, sticky tears against his cheek as his sweat-slicked face leaned against yours, and in his first act of kindness dragged his tongue along them, “Don’t cry, bella…you’re taking me so well…” His hips snapped against you as his hands roamed your body, grasping at whatever flesh was within his reach. Even Sticky Fingers made small sounds as his user canted deep inside of you.

Bruno moaned aloud when your pussy clamped on his length for the briefest of moments as he hit a spot that, under other circumstances, would have felt incredible. Instead, it only made you sick. A cloying feeling scratching at your guts as he fucked you with wild abandon.

His thrusts became more erratic once his lips found yours. You fought as hard as you could, clamping your lips shut and turning your face away from him. Sticky Fingers didn’t hesitate to painfully grab your jaw and snap your head back to center, using its thick digits to pry open your mouth and give its owner access. Bruno moaned into your mouth when his tongue met yours, and it took everything inside of you not to retch as it slid along your throat.

“God, fuck,” He pulled away from you, wrapping his arms around your neck and penetrating your hole at a brutal pace, “I love you, [y/n],” Your stomach dropped, “I love you, I love you, I-” His hips stuttered as his release hit him suddenly, his seed spurting deep within you all at once. You whimpered pitifully at its warmth, disgusted at the feeling of his thick semen coating your walls.

Cioccolata slowly clapped. Secco proudly showed him from what great angles he managed to film the fall of Bucciarati.

Bruno clung to you for several minutes after his orgasm, when all you wanted him to do was leave you alone to mourn. His body trembled against yours. When he finally pulled away, you saw that his eyes, the real Bruno’s eyes, were filled to the brim with tears. You never saw him look so pained. He tried to speak, but no words came. Sticky Fingers faded away, and you collapsed into a heap on the floor.

Bruno pulled himself from you and bellowed into the endless abyss of the hangar until his throat was raw.

Diavolo’s guards held true to their word. They didn’t kill you that night, or any other night. They simply collected their data, and left the two of you to wallow in your shattered new reality.

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