#cause he’d like ~stare deeply into my eyes~ cause he thought it was romantic

[thelittleredheadedmusician]

Someone explain to me why the dental hygienist WHO I HAD JUST MET said “wow! That dress really makes your green eyes pop!” But the guy I dated for SIX MONTHS always said “I love your brown eyes!” They’ve ALWAYS been green…

[targaryenluvs]

— OPPOSITES ATTRACT

pairings: clarisse la rue x aphrodite!daughter!reader (romantic) percy jackson x reader (platonic)

summary: the one where percy jackson has to wrap his head around the fact that the nicest person he’s met at camp, is dating clarisse.

warnings: kinda crack ficy in my opinion, fluff, smooches, capture the flag, reader is percy’s saving grace, percy sees the reader as a sister

a/n: i just got inspired okay? ✊🏽

percy’s feet were booming, heard from afar as he ran to the creek’s shore. the ares trio hot on his tail as they chased him down. he knew he couldn’t run forever, he’d have to fight, but how on earth was he going to win against three trained teens?

as if clarisse wasn’t frightening enough already, her scream sent literal chills down percy’s back, guess she really likes spears? he thought to himself.

the sounds of cheers and celebration drew the pairs attention as luke planted the opposing teams flag into the floor. they’d lost. percy felt clarisse’s grip falter, only slightly, but not when she saw the flag, clarisse’s eyes were currently trained on something behind him. more bullies? “there you are! i was waiting for you, wanted to show you my new and improved skills.”

clarisse let go of him and he couldn’t believe it, the rage in her eyes seemed to dissipate the second you came around. you, the sweetest person he’d met here, were friends with that thing?

that thing was capable of feelings?

his jaw dropped at the sight of clarisse’s hands on your cheeks, listening to you ramble on about who you’d fought and defeated in the woods, the pretty butterfly you’d seen. percy’s eyes were so close to popping out of his skull as clarisse kissed you, deeply. then he wanted to vomit as hands traveled and tongues met.

at dinner that night you sat by luke and chris, happily eating away as your hand rested on a book infront of you. “hey perce! come sit down.” you patted the space next to you as he accepted. “what���re you reading?” percy stared at the cover you’d flipped over to display to him, well he wasn’t expecting that. “where’d you get it from?” you pointed towards your girlfriend proudly, “she said she knew i’d like it, isn’t that sweet?”

percy’s weird version of a smile caused you to frown, “your smile is scaring me.” he immediately dropped it as you laughed, causing him to nudge you. “don’t be rude, i’m just a baby.” percy hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone since his mother. you pinched his cheeks, “naw, yes you are.” he swatted your hands away as you giggled, percy stared at you, studying you.

shining eyes, a beaming smile and an enchanting personality, truly a daughter of aphrodite, yet you dated clarisse. it didn’t make sense in his head, but from what little scenes he’d seen between the two of you, if you were happy than he was too, “what do you see in clarisse? why are you with someone so—” you turned to look his way, percy was worried you’d be offended.

but of course you weren’t, “because i like her percy, and she likes me. she’s absolutely gorgeous, if she wasn’t already a daughter of ares or i didn’t know? for sure aphrodite. and, people are always misunderstood, just because someone seems like a bad person, doesn’t mean they are. when clarisse and i are together, i see the best parts of her, always. i love her regardless, but there’s obviously things that you don’t tell everybody you just meet, or if you aren’t super comfortable with a person then you won’t show all the parts of yourself. i think, when you love someone you accept all parts of them, the good, the bad, the worst. you love someone despite their flaws. clarisse is good to me, and i like her, that’s all that matters. you’ll understand when you find someone yourself perce.”

he sat still, raking over your words in his head, “if one person can feel that way about someone else, they’d explode.” you laughed at his words, he was still young of course, he’d understand soon, you had a feeling. “i’d happily explode because of how much i love her.” you glanced back at her, only she wasn’t there.

“well i don’t want you to explode, i do want to spend my night with you.” clarisse stood behind you with her arms crossed, you could see percy tense up at her presence. with your hand on his, and your eyes reassuring him, he smiled, “i’m happy for you, but if she try’s anything i’m more than happy to beat her ass for you even if i’m broken in half.”

clarisse couldn’t hear his whispers, thank god. your smile was small, placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed percy’s forehead, “my protector, now no one can try anything with me huh? thank you perce, if you need anything here at camp, or if you just want to talk and eat those blue foods of yours—” his arms wrapped around your neck tightly as you recovered from the force.

“thank you.”

“any day perce, any time.”

and percy sat back, watching the two of you walk away hand in hand. a clear thought rung through his head.

opposites attract.

[weirdkpopgirl]

Burden | Dream Reaction #11

Reaction: When their gf feels like a burden to them

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dark thoughts, mental health issues

Word Count: 3593k

Author's Note: This reaction was requested by an anon, which I am very grateful for. I feel like the theme for this reaction is pretty common in my stories. So I tried my best to come up with different scenarios and not sound too repetitive. Writing this story made me think of how all the members of NCT Dream are such sweethearts, honestly. I hope you guys like this and please feel free to request more! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

Lately, there’s been this growing distance between you and Mark. You hated yourself for feeling this way because Mark was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with kindness and respect. He didn’t hesitate to show his feelings for you and cared for you in ways that no one else in your life has.

But you were someone who carried a lot of insecurities. Frequently, you found yourself pondering if you were truly worthy of Mark's affection. He was constantly busy with his back-and-forth schedules between 127 and Dream. Yet he still made the time to call you and ask how your day went. You felt like you didn’t deserve him. 

One evening, you were engaging in a deep conversation with Taeyong at the 127 dorm. As the leader figure of the group, you sometimes found yourself confiding in the male when it came to concerns about your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Mark happened to be present at the dorm that evening, and as he walked down the hallway, he overheard your voice drifting from the living room. 

“I don’t know…Mark is so sweet and loving,” you spoke with uncertainty, as you held a couch pillow close to your chest.“Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m a burden to him.”

He observed Taeyong place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n), you’re an amazing girlfriend and Mark cares about you a lot. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” he tried to reassure you.

You let out a sigh, “I know…but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for him.”

Mark genuinely had no idea you were feeling this way. He’d stay up the rest night, replaying your words in his head. You were so important to Mark, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his life without you. Knowing that you felt so insecure saddened him deeply.

A few days later you received a text from Mark, asking you to meet him at the studio. The message felt somewhat random, but you headed to his company building, unsure of what to expect.

When you walked into the studio, Mark was sitting on the sofa with a guitar in hand. At first, you were confused until his fingers began strumming to a familiar tune.

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shinin’. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying,” he sang softly. “She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day.”

 You couldn’t help but laugh, finding it almost surreal that Mark Lee was serenading you with a Bruno Mars song. But the charming smile on his lips didn’t leave as he finished the first verse.

“Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won’t believe me. 

And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see.”

His fingers continued to strum the instrument as he stood up and walked up to you, singing the chorus with heartfelt emotion.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing I would change. Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.” He gazed into your eyes, singing the lyrics with such love and admiration. “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, and tears glistened in your eyes as Mark sang the rest of the song. The raw emotion in his voice and the sweet lyrics touched you deeply, making this moment feel incredibly intimate. The romantic gesture felt so sudden, making you wonder what brought this all on.

After the song finished, Mark gently took your hand in his. “(Y/n), I heard you talking to Taeyong hyung the other day. And I wanted to let you know that you’re never a burden to me.”

You felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude, touched by his openness and the effort he took to address your concerns. The love in his eyes reaffirmed that he meant every word, and a sense of comfort washed over you as he held your hand, grounding you in the present moment.

"I cherish every part of you," Mark continued, his voice unwavering. "In good times and challenging ones, we're in this together. You can always lean on me. I'm here to support you through everything."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your heart and reaffirming the love you shared. In that moment, you knew that you were truly seen and valued by Mark, and your heart overflowed with love for this incredible person beside you.

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RENJUN

While you were in the kitchen preparing lunch, Renjun was relaxing in the living room. His group had just finished their promotional activities for their latest comeback, leaving him exhausted from the busy schedule. However, you became a bit flustered when you attempted to reach for an ingredient on a top shelf but found yourself unable to reach it.

Sighing in frustration, you stole a glance at Renjun, who was lying on the couch. Perhaps he could lend you a hand with this predicament. But as you started to hesitate when you approached him. His arm covered his eyes, as his chest slowly rose up and down with each slow breath he took. You didn’t want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful.

Renjun’s eyes slowly opened as he watched you walk away. Curious, he stood up from the couch and quietly followed you into the kitchen. The corner of his lips upturned in a small smile when he saw you struggle to get something from the cabinet.

When you felt Renjun extend his arm to retrieve the ingredient for you, you nearly jumped and turned around in surprise. 

Renjun looked at you endearingly and said, “You could’ve just asked me, (Y/n).”

“I know, but you were resting and I didn’t want to bother you,” you frowned. 

In response to this, Renjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “You could never bother me, darling,” he reassured, brushing away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed at his warm gesture and whispered a "thank you" before returning to what you were doing before. Renjun was truly a sweetheart, and his caring nature never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

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JENO

The day had been long and overwhelming. Honestly, you were just glad that it was almost over. All you wanted right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. However, when you entered the bedroom, you found Jeno engrossed in a videogame on his computer.

Approaching him quietly, you softly called his name. “Jeno-ssi.”

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

You felt discouraged when you saw how concentrated he was on his game. Not wanting to bother him, you took a step back. “I—actually, never mind.”

Jeno caught the hesitance in your voice and spun around in his chair. Just as you were walking away, he reached to grab your hand.

“No, babe, what is it?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment now that you had his attention. Even if you tried to brush him off again, you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

“I was going to ask if we could cuddle. but I don’t want to distract you from your game,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel silly for wanting something so seemingly small.

Jeno’s eyes softened at your words, and in the next second, you were being pulled into his lap. He loved nothing more than holding you in his arms and pressing kisses into your hair. The idea that you thought he would reject you, puzzled him.

“You can always ask me for cuddles, babe,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped securely around you. “I love being with you, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s a bother.”

You slowly smiled and allowed your head to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His touch radiated so much comfort and warmth that it seemed to chase away any lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts from earlier. For the remainder of the night, he kept you in his lap as he played his game. Eventually, he retired from the computer and proceeded to cuddle you in the comforts of your bed. Jeno just loved being close to you and he wanted to ensure that you never felt like you were bothering him again.

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HAECHAN

Something didn’t feel right when Haechan entered your apartment. After sliding on the familiar gray slippers you always kept for him, he shuffled through the darkness of your living room. His feet padded down the hallway, guided by the faint glow of light escaping beneath your bedroom door. He paused outside the closed door. Apprehension filled him when he heard your shaky breathing.

Haechan swallowed nervously before raising his hand to the door and lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood. “(Y/n)?” he called out softly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

When he was met with an unsettling silence, his determination urged him to slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. The second he stepped inside his eyes fell on you sitting at the foot of the bed with your head buried in your hands. His heart broke at the sight of your body visibly trembling.

Haechan knew you hated it whenever he found you in this state of vulnerability. When he was present, you often put on a brave face for him. You were always trying to maintain this cheerful facade, even when things were not okay. He understood the effort you made to protect him from your inner struggles. But the thought of you hurting weighed heavily on his heart.

With a small sigh, Haechan closed the door behind him. He noticed you tense up when he approached you cautiously.

“(Y/n),” he started to say, extending his hand towards you in a gesture of comfort.

But you shook your head vigorously and pulled away from him. “Please, just go away Hyuck. I don’t want to see me like this,” you pleaded.

His expression faltered at your attempt to push him away. He could sense the pain and he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

“(Y/n), whatever it is…just let me be there for you,” he said.

But your head shook again, almost as if your brain was refusing to let Haechan’s words comfort you. Your fists repeatedly banged against your head, the pain momentarily numbing the overwhelming thoughts and emotions within you.

 “I’m a mess, Haechan. I’m broken and damaged,” you cried. “I’m…I’m nothing but a burden right now.”

Haechan’s eyes widened with panic and he firmly grabbed your wrists to stop your self-destructive actions. “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured, trying to calm you down. “Who put those thoughts in your head, huh?”

As more tears cascaded down your cheek, Haechan loosened his grip on one of your hands and gently brushed away the tears with his thumb. 

“Look at me, (Y/n),” Haechan whispered. He gently lifted your chin, locking your gaze with his. 

“You are not a burden, nor are you broken or damaged,” he said, caressing your cheek. “Please don’t believe those lies your mind tells you.”

His voice was filled with a seriousness that resonated deep within your heart. The tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Once he was sure you wouldn’t resist, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His chin rested atop your head, providing security, while his fingers tenderly stroked your hair.

“I know it’s hard for you to see yourself the way I see you,” he continues. “But trust me when I say you’re the strongest person I know, (Y/n).”

The outside world receded as his words sank in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and surrendered to his comforting embrace. No matter how frequently the inner demons resurfaced, Haechan remained steadfast in banishing them. Within his arms, you never felt safer.

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JAEMIN

Although you woke up this morning with a fever, that didn’t stop you from attending all your morning classes. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and you fully planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. However, when Jaemin sent a text asking if you wanted to come by his dance practice, you couldn’t turn him down. You also knew that if you told Jaemin you were sick, he’d get worried, and you didn’t want that.

Despite you not feeling your best, seeing Jaemin’s smile when you entered the practice room forced you to suck it up. The other members greeted you cheerfully, and their faces lit up when they spotted the bag of food in your hand.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Jaemin said. He spun you around in a hug that left you feeling a bit uneasy due to your headache. But you tried to push it off, not wanting to dampen the joyful atmosphere.

As you sat with the boys, you slowly started to realize that you weren't feeling any better. The fatigue and discomfort seemed to intensify, making it challenging to keep up with their energy.

Mark was the first to notice your lack of presence in the group. “Are you okay, (Y/n)? You look a little pale.”

“I—I’m fine. Just a little tired,” You mustered a weak smile as you gathered everyone’s trash to throw away. But as soon as you got up, the room started to spin. 

Jaemin and the others stood panicked when they saw you lose balance. Luckily, Jaemin reacted quickly and caught you when your vision blurred out. The next thing you knew, you woke up a few moments later, finding yourself resting on Jaemin’s lap.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he scolded lightly, stroking your hair. “You scared me.”

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes made you feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled, slowly sitting up with Jaemin’s help.

Your boyfriend sighed and cupped your face in his hands. “No baby! You’re never a burden to me, especially when it comes to your health.”

Jaemin tried to convince you to go home, worried about your well-being. But you insisted on staying, wanting to support him. Throughout the rest of practice, he kept checking up on you. Despite some teasing and complaints from the other members about how disgusting and cute you guys were, you didn’t pay them much attention.

Seeing how much Jaemin cared for you and how attentive he was to your needs made you feel deeply loved and cherished.

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CHENLE

Gift-giving was Chenle’s love language, and it was something you still haven’t adjusted to. While you appreciated the thoughtfulness behind receiving flowers and stuffed animals from your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You didn’t like him frequently spending money on you when he could save it for something more important. At the end of the day, you understood that this was Chenle’s way of expressing his love and you didn’t want to diminish that. 

One afternoon, the two of you were at an outdoor mall on a date. The initial plan was just to do some window shopping. But there was a clothes shop place that Chenle suggested you guys check out. The two of you walked around the store for a bit and there was a dress that caught your eye. It was a simple plaid black dress adorned with white sleeves. The classic design exuded an elegance that matched your fashion style.

However, your interest was forgotten when you picked up the price tag. There was no way you were going to spend so much money on one dress. Chenle noticed your eyes widening and followed your gaze to the dress you were looking at.

“Oh, that would look so cute on you,” he remarked.

You smiled sheepishly and let go of the fabric. “Yeah, but it’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I should buy it.”

Chenle smiled and swung his arm around your shoulder. “Who says you’re buying the dress? Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

A frown immediately tugged at your lips. The idea of him paying already made you feel bad. Even if the dress was nice, you were perfectly fine with not having it. 

“Chenle, you don’t have to do that. I’m not worth this,” you said quietly. The carefree expression on Chenle’s face turned to one of confusion.

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?” he asked. “You’re worth every cent of my money and love.”

“But I don’t want to burden you,” you emphasized. “It’s just a dress Chenle, I don’t need it.”

Sighing softly, Chenle cupped your cheeks into his hands, making sure you were looking into his eyes. “Listen here future Mrs. Zhong, you are not a burden or anything of the sort. You’re worthy of anything in this world and I will prove it to you at any cost.”

His words caused heat to rise to your cheeks. But when you lowered your head in embarrassment, Chenle brought your face back up and kissed you. He couldn’t care less about the nearby customers who were now staring at you two.

Feeling even more flustered, you pulled away in surprise. “Zhong Chenle, you can’t just kiss me in front of all these people!”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you again, you’re going to come with me to check this out.” Your boyfriend smiled mischievously and took the dress off the rack.

Any more protests from you went ignored, as the boy was already taking your hand and leading you to the checkout area. Chenle was definitely something else, always managing to surprise you with his spontaneous and caring nature. But you were grateful to have such a loving boyfriend. You could always count on him to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

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JISUNG

He was just roaming around your apartment as you were in the kitchen making instant ramen for the two of you. It was Jisung’s second time visiting, and he wanted to become more familiar with your living space. He wandered into the bedroom, instantly picking up on how everything was so neat and tidy. He smiled when he spotted a framed picture of him on your nightstand. Seeing the photograph there filled him with warmth, knowing that you held him close to your heart.

However, he also noticed a small black journal on your nightstand. Curious, he picked up the object and opened it absentmindedly. His eyes quickly widened in horror as he read the top words on the second page. 

It was a list of the things you didn't like about yourself. His heart sank as he saw pages filled with bullet points, each one representing the insecurities you carried within. Dread filled him as he skimmed over the reasons that varied from your looks to what you perceived as flaws.

What hurt him the most was the last one on the bottom, which said: “I am a burden to everyone around me.” The weight of those words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving his heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anguish. 

“Jisung what are you—” You entered the room, wondering what he was doing in here.

Your body froze when you saw the notebook clutched tightly in his hands. The sight immediately filled you with panic, uncertain of how much he read. 

Jisung glanced up, looking like he was about to cry. “(Y/n), do you really think you’re a burden?”

The sadness in his tone only confirmed your fears and caused a wave of vulnerability to wash over you. You took a hesitant step closer, wanting to reach out and comfort him, yet also feeling exposed and uncertain of how to respond. But when tears began to spill out of Jisung’s eyes, you rushed to his side.

“Baby I—” You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

"Was there something I did or said to make you think that?" He fretted, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him. “No, you didn’t do anything Jisungie. It’s just me that’s the problem.”

Hearing your confession only made him feel worse. The realization that you had been struggling with these feelings of, and he didn’t know killed him. As your boyfriend, he felt responsible for not being there to show how much you meant to him.

“(Y/n), I…I love you so much,” Jisung cried, his voice muffled against your shirt. “You’re never a burden to me or…or anyone. Please don’t think that way.”

You slowly exhaled, offering soothing pats on the boy’s back as you tried to comfort him. Seeing how deeply upset Jisung was about this surprised you. It took a few minutes for you to get him to stop crying. You rocked him back and forth in your embrace, pressing kisses into his hair and whispering apologies. Once he calmed down, you promised Jisung you’d work on being less critical of yourself and be more open about your feelings with him.

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[fawnandshadows]

How You Get The Girl

Chapter 24

Ao3 ~ Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Smut, Language

Elain was an expert in quick changes, but slipping into the lacy lingerie that she had bought specifically for Azriel was by far the most important of them all. She was just browsing online when she saw the dusty lilac babydoll. As soon as she laid eyes on it she wanted to see Azriel’s reaction to her wearing it. It was feminine and romantic and she just knew he’d like it. 

Her suitcase was unzipped and her clothes were falling out of it and moved into the far corner of the room, hastily shoved to the side, and her travel clothes were on the floor next to it. Hopefully Azriel would be too focused on her to notice the mess she made. 

She heard his footsteps in the hall and her heart jumped into her throat. His footsteps were quiet, so quiet that everyone else thought he was silent, but she was so deeply in tune with him that she heard him no matter what.

The doorknob to her room turned, and Elain found herself falling back onto one elbow and she positioned her legs in a way that she knew was sultry and showed off her full hips. 

Damn, she silently cursed herself, she should have packed heels. 

Elain watched as Azriel walked into the room and stop in his tracks when he saw her splayed out on the bed. Her golden curls tossed behind her shoulders. He looked like he was hit by an invisible truck, his body completely stopping short. 

“Hi.” Elain breathed, smiling at him. She had planned to stay sultry and seductive, but his reaction caused the biggest smile to overtake her face. 

“Fuck.” 

She couldn’t help but throw her head back and laugh as he dropped his suitcase on the floor. And not even a sexy laugh, but one that was full-bodied and had her gasping for air. 

“I’m supposed to be seducing you.” Elain said through her laughter, which caused her body to shake. His hazel eyes slid along the curve of her body before latching onto her heavy breasts. 

“It’s fucking working.” Azriel growled and started towards bed. 

“Uh-uh-uh!” Elain stopped him with a pointed finger and extended a leg towards him. “Condom.” 

Azriel cursed under his breath and riffled through his suitcase for his box of condoms, and when he found them he tossed the package onto the bed next to her. 

He pulled off his shirt and let it drop to the floor, and Elain felt her pussy clench at the sight of his muscled torso. His brown skin beautiful, tattooed, and scarred. Her hands balled into fists to stop herself from reaching for him. She wanted those hard muscles under the pads of her fingers. Wanted to feel his body react to her touch. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Elain said, staring up at him and he unbuckled his belt. 

Her toes curled at the sound of his zipper coming undone. 

 Azriel was silent as he shucked off his jeans, taking his briefs with him, and then he was naked standing before her. 

Her chest rose and fell as she took heavy breathes. 

She squirmed as he walked closer to her, and as soon as he was close enough Elain placed her hands on his bare hips. Her thumbs grazing the sharp edges of his hip bones before moving her hands up and over his abs. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.” Elain admitted, and before Azriel could question her she moved forward and ran her tongue up along the ridges of his six-pack. His muscles quaking underneath her. 

“Fuck,” Azriel groaned, his hands digging into her hair. “How long, exactly, have you wanted to lick my abs?” 

“Too long.” Elain said and pressed a kiss into his navel, her humid breath ghosting over his skin. 

Azriel let out a pained groan as Elain slid from his grasp and fell to her back. 

“This,” His hand landed flat on her stomach, and her muscles clenched under his touch. “This is beautiful, Elain,” His fingers worked the silky fabric. “And one day I’ll fuck you while you wear it, but not today.” 

Azriel lifted the scrap of fabric over her head and threw it over his shoulder, and then he slowly pulled the matching panties down her legs. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Azriel said, pressing kisses into her soft belly. He brought one hand between her thighs and groaned into her skin. “And wet.” 

“It’s the anticipation.” Elain said, sighing as Azriel clasped one of her nipples between his teeth. Gently teasing the hardened bud. 

His fingers started working between her legs, brushing over her clit before plunging one finger inside of her warmth. And then another. Thrusting in and out while his thumb pressed on her swollen bud. 

“Azriel.” Elain gasped, arching as she clenched around his fingers. 

He propped himself onto his elbow and stared down at her, taking in the way her eyes screwed shut and the way her mouth hung open in pleasure. 

“More,” Elain whispered, opening her eyes slightly to look at him. “Please.” 

Azriel didn’t say anything. He slowly retracted his hand and then reached across the bed to grab one of the condoms that had fallen out of the box. 

The tearing of foil sounded through the room. 

Elain watched as he slid the condom over his cock and bit down on her bottom lip as her stomach tumbled with excitement. She pushed herself to her elbows, her hair falling messily behind her, and looked as Azriel positioned himself at her entrance. 

With one hand on her hip, Azriel sank into her. Slow and steady and one of Elain’s hands came up to grip Azriel’s bicep, her nails sinking into his muscle. 

“Fuck,” Azriel said, dropping down onto one hand next to her. His black hair falling into his face. “You’re so tight. And so fucking wet. You feel like a fucking dream.” 

Elain took deep breaths, getting used to the size and feel of him. How he stretched her so deliciously to the point of almost pain. 

It had been so long since Elain last had sex that it felt like the first time all over again. Well, not exactly. There was no awkward fumbling. No discomfort. Just pleasure. 

“You,” Elain gasped as Azriel sank in another inch. “Feel even bigger than you look.” 

Slowly, Azriel pushed forward into her until Elain was completely full. 

Elain gasped as she felt the press of his piercing deep inside of her, in a place that no one had ever reached before. 

By pure reflex, one of Elain’s hands reached for his tight ass cheek, her nails digging into his flesh. 

Her hips shifted up as his pelvis ground against her clit, and the walls of sex clenched around him, causing Azriel’s breath to turn jagged. 

“I pictured fucking you for hours and hours the first time,” Azriel said heavily, his breath against his damp breath gasping against her neck. “Until we were both seeing stars, but fuck you feel better than I imagined.” 

“We can,” Elain’s breath jolted as he pulled out, his piercing pressing against her clit before thrusting back into her, her wetness sounding through the room. “Still do that.” 

Azriel started to move his hips faster, more erratic as his control started slipping further and further away from him. 

The sound of his pounding into her filled the room, causing Elain to buck her hips. 

“Fuck.” Azriel breathed, thrusting harder. 

Hot pleasure was mounting within Elain, and with one last push Elain hit her breaking point. The walls of her cunt clenching his dick as her orgasm cratered through her. 

Azriel grabbed her hips, making sure he was as deep seated as possible, before coming inside of her. 

“That was…” Elain drifted off breathlessly, loving the feel of his muscle-hardened, sweaty body against hers. 

“I agree.” Azriel said, breathing heavily through his nose before pulling her in for a sloppy kiss. 

Elain reached down to pull off the used condom, and she tossed it on the floor without a second thought. 

“Thank you.” Elain said as Azriel dropped next to her. She wasted no time before snuggling into his side, wanting every inch of their skin to touch. 

“For what?” Azriel asked, his breath slowly turning back to normal. His hands felt her entire body. Running up the length of her back and lush bottom. 

“It was perfect.” Elain sighed, kissing his strong neck. 

Azriel held her closer. 

— —

When Azriel woke, it was slowly. 

This wasn’t the first time that Elain had recognized it, but it was different. Maybe it was because she still felt sore from their day (and night) together, but the way Azriel was clinging to her and burrowing his face into her neck made it seem as if there was nowhere else he wanted to be. 

“Good morning,” Elain said, turning and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips came together in a leisurely kiss. “Would you like to explain to me why I smell coffee?” Elain asked against his lips. 

“I set it up last night when I got us dinner,” Azriel said in a sleep ridden voice. One that made Elain’s bones melt. He cracked open one hazel eye. “I figured we’d be a bit busy last night and wouldn’t want to get up and brew it this morning.”

“You think of everything,” Elain sighed and pressed a kiss into his hard peck. “I love that about you.” 

Azriel placed a kiss on top of her head. 

Elain moved to get out of bed and right when she was about to plant her feet on the wooden floor, she squealed and jerked back. Almost tumbling into Azriel. 

“What the fuck?” Azriel asked, worry pulling at his brows, and his hands grabbing Elain to pull her away from the edge of the bed. “Is there a mouse?” 

“No,” Elain shook her head and looked at him with wide eyes. “How many times did we do it last night?” 

She blinked at him, her face flushing. 

Azriel tried to stop the smile from forming fully on his lips. 

“Quite a few.” Azriel responded. 

Elain jerked her head, urging Azriel to peek over the edge of the bed. 

“Did we go through the entire box?” Elain whisper-yelled, and then fought the embarrassment that rose within her. There was nobody here to hear her. And she certainly wasn’t whispering last night. 

Azriel rubbed his lips with his finger as he looked at the used condoms they had discarded on the floor. 

It was a bit of a concerning sight to see first thing in the morning. 

Elain crawled across the bed, her bum in the air, and reached for the box at the foot of the bed.

“That is a much better sight.” Azriel said, tilting his head to take in Elain’s rounded bottom. 

She looked over her shoulder at him, her cheeks still pink, and shook the empty box at him. 

“We should make a run to the store,” Elain said, watching as Azriel moved towards her, and not stopping him as he grasped her hips to twist her so that she laid on her back. “To get some more.” 

Azriel nodded in agreement and pressed his morning erection into her wet, swollen pussy. 

Elain moaned and moved against him. 

“I’m going on the pill, or something. Whatever the doctor recommends.” Elain gasped as his piercing flicked over her clit. 

Azriel stilled above her. 

“You don’t have to.” Azriel said, pulling back. 

“I want to feel you inside me… with no barriers. And I trust you.” 

Azriel placed one large hand on her neck and pulled her in for a passionately slow kiss. Their hips still moving against each other. 

If Elain was with anybody else, then she might have been embarrassed by her body’s reaction to him. How wet she got just from his kiss and the feel of his cock moving against her sex — but she felt too good, and Azriel was just as turned on by her body as she was by his. 

He moved again, pressing her deeper into the mattress. 

Elain’s body pulsed as an orgasm rushed through her, and she felt Azriel coming all over her pussy and stomach. The warm liquid landing on her sensitive skin. 

“That was,” Elain took a deep breath. “Hot.” 

���The things I want to do to you, Elain.” Azriel groaned against her lips. A sinful promise in his voice.

Elain swallowed. 

“We’ll go to the store after breakfast?” Elain asked and Azriel nodded in agreement. 

Before anything else could happen, Elain crawled out of bed and grabbed the tshirt Azriel had discarded on the floor. 

“Maybe we should have coffee in the kitchen,” Elain said, biting her lip as a naked Azriel lounged in twisted sheets. Sheets that they had twisted the night before. And that morning. “That way we might behave?”  Elain ignored the condom graveyard that littered on the floor. 

“I don’t think location matters for us, beautiful.” Azriel said, his eyes warm as they looked at his girlfriend. 

Elain nodded. 

“But,” He continued. “I’ll clean up our mess and meet you in the kitchen. The sooner we leave, the sooner I can fuck you again.” 

A blush coated Elain’s cheeks and she looked at the mess they had made on her and said, “I need a washcloth first.”

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Mask of the heart - Chapter 5

Levi x fem!readerRoyalty, Demon Levi Ackerman, Protective Levi Ackerman, Possessive Levi Ackerman, Cuddly Levi Ackerman, Masks, Curvy Reader,

In this chapter: Prince Jareth gets word of what happened to you after you escaped him. He begins to plot how to take you back with the help of his father. A month after your wedding you work with King Erwin about selling your old land now the borders are open. You and Levi share a romantic moment and Levi surprises you with someone you never thought you'd see again.

Ao3

Part 6

The room was full of energy, but not good energy. Fear consumed many and it was almost suffocating to be in the palace. Everyone was working hard to get the Prince his bride back, it was a rough job because King Erwin of the other land was stopping him at every point. People were panicking because the Prince always got what he wanted and with him not getting it, there was a fear he’d take his anger and frustrations out on his staff.

Jareth leaned on the table as he stared at the map of the land, it irritated him that King Erwin had more land to command over and his kingdom was so tiny. “Someone give me some news before I break this table.” His voice was deep and laced with malicious intent.

Mr Clarke gazed at the Prince. “We’re waiting on the messenger, hopefully he has your bride.”

Jareth stood up and strolled over to the windows. As he gazed out he longed to see you, to see you smiling in your long glamourous dress walking through the gardens. All the clothes you had worn he had kept and he often slept with a dress of yours, even touched himself as he buried his nose in the soft fabric.

A carriage moved closer to the palace causing hope to shoot through Jareth, finally, you were being brought back to him. All the hope inside him shattered when the messenger climbed out and you didn’t follow, his bride was still not here. Rage consumed him, the King had taken his bride. In a fit of emotions, he punched the window causing the window to smash and all his staff fled the room to avoid his anger.

Jareth pulled back his hand and gazed at the glass in it and the blood pouring. “Mr Clarke?”

Mr Clarke was the only one who stayed. “Yes, Your Highness?”

“I need medical.” He turned and walked over to his desk. “Get my doctor.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Jareth slumped in his office chair while his eyes glazed over as he thought about you. He focused back in when he felt the touch of the doctor. The doctor and Mr Clarke were rare members of staff that Jareth never hurt. “Thank you.”

The doctor smiled at him. “You’re welcome. You really should stop punching windows as a pastime. You’ll get scars.”

“Ladies like scars.”

“I suppose they do.” He hummed. “But not a great story to tell over this one, hmm?”

Jareth chuckled. “You have a valid point.” His smile faded as soon as the messenger entered. “Mind telling me why you return without my bride?”

The messenger deeply bowed. “Forgive me, Your Highness, I would have had her but there have been some developments.”

“Well?”

He retrieved a letter from his pocket and handed it over. “From King Erwin himself.”

The Prince stared at the messenger. “Why are you handing it to me? I clearly can’t use one fucking hand.”

Mr Clarke snatched the letter from him. “I’ll take this.”

“Thank you, Mr Clarke. I can always rely on you.”

Clarke flicked the letter open and scanned it as a dread washed over him. “Dear Prince Jareth Lovell, I would like to thank you for your letters, I must say they were worded rather interestingly. Your use of vulgar words has been eye-opening in my lack of use and creativity. I understand your desire to have your runaway bride returned to you, who happened to have stumbled into my country. You are correct in your statements that she has no affiliation to my country, nor does she have family here or sought out special refuge here when she first arrived. If you had requested her to be returned to you within a few days of her arrival, I would have had no choice but to send her back. However, in the time you gathered information and hunted her a Count has been taking care of her. It is with great pride and joy that I report to you that your runaway bride is now a member of my country through marriage. Your bride is now Countess Ackerman and she holds a lot of power now along with her husband over a lot of land and people. An invitation would have been sent to you, but the Count and Countess were so deeply in love that the marriage happened rather quickly after they met over two months ago. If you wish to see the Countess, you may travel to my land and meet with her and her husband. I regret to inform you that due to your father’s strict border control policies, she would not be able to travel to your land and meet with you. I hope you understand. Kind regards, King Erwin Smith.”

The doctor pulled back from Jareth. “I would move if I were you.”

As soon as he said that Jareth shot up, grabbed his desk and launched it across the room causing paintings and bookshelves to smash to pieces. “FUCK!” He panted a bit. “She wouldn’t do that to me, she wouldn’t. I need to know everything about this Count and how he manipulated MY bride into becoming his.” He turned to Clarke. “She loved me, right?”

Mr Clarke nodded. “Yes. You two had a wonderful dynamic. Before the wedding day, it was impossible to separate the two of you.”

Jareth shook a little as adrenaline coursed through him. His voice became low and rough. “Send for my father, I want a word with him. Tell him I’ll be in my special room.” He offered his hurt hand out. “Dr?”

The doctor returned to Jareth. “You made them a mess.”

“Forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive. I simply worry about you. Being away from the woman you love is hard.” He wrapped up Jareth’s hand. “There. Keep pressure off it and use that hand as little as possible. I will check it every day.”

Jareth studied his bound-up hand. “Appreciate it.” He strolled out of the room and made his way over to his special room. He gazed at the many paintings he had of you all over the walls, some were ones you had commissioned before you met the Prince, others were after you met him and he even had some made-up paintings of him and you in romantic and intimate situations. “My doll.”

“Son.” The King closed the door behind him. “I heard you were looking for me.” He eyed the paintings. “My the gods she is a vision.”

Jareth lightly touched your face in one painting. “She’s a goddess to me.” He turned to his father. “I need her back.”

“Is she worth it?”

He stared at his father. “I feel about her how you felt about Mother, hell I love her more.”

The King laughed. “I don’t know if that’s possible. I stole your mother from her father and dragged her here. I made her mine. You let your bride run.”

Jareth snarled at his father. “How dare you!”

The King lifted his hands. “I was testing you. I can see it. Your love for her is impressive.” He glanced at his son’s hand. “Did you punch a window?”

“Yes. I did it because she wasn’t returned to me.”

The King released a long sigh. “Unbelievable, she should have been brought back by now.”

“A Count married her.”

The King gritted his teeth. “Damn, swine! How dare he take our princess.”

Jareth sat as he felt exhaustion wash over him. “I cannot bring her back because of the border restrictions.”

“Hmm, I will change them. Go to that damn King and bring back your woman.”

He lifted his head and stared at his father. “I’ll get her. I don’t care that he married her. She is mine.”

The King chuckled. “That’s my boy.” He approached a painting of you covered in only a thin bedsheet lying on a naked Jareth. “Did you pose for this?”

“I asked for it to be made. It was a wedding present for her.” He smiled a bit. “I wanted this to be real.”

“It will be. Give me a week or two. I will write the policy and get it actioned. It will take time for everything to be put in place. I’m sorry you have to wait a bit longer.”

“She’s worth the wait.” Jareth rose to his feet. “She’s incredible.”

The King released a long sigh as he gazed at one painting of you. “I loved your mother more than anything, but this woman.”

“She’s mine.”

“I won’t take her.” He looked over at his son. “Relax.” He stared at his son’s hand. “Go rest, you’ve done too much damage to yourself.”

He clenched his jaw. “But I need to keep working.”

“You are a Prince and my son. We are known to be good-looking. I can’t have my son walking around with a bashed-up hand working himself to the bone.”

“I need to work hard.”

“You have a reputation to hold.” He shook his head. “Find a woman that looks like her and get out your pent-up desires.”

Jareth clenched his jaw again. “Are you suggesting I cheat on my fiancée?”

“She’s currently not. She’s a married woman. Get out your desires for a bit.”

Jareth sat down in a slump. “I can’t cheat on her. I refuse to cheat on her.”

“I’m just suggesting it might make you feel a little better. I believe it is not cheating. Once you have her back then no other woman matters. Make love to her every second you can.”

His father was right, Jareth had stopped having sex since he met you months ago and before you, he had it often. So, he was craving it, it was a bad addiction of his that he knew he had to fix. He looked up to see his father was gone and Mr Clarke was waiting for instructions. Jareth knew his father was right. He was going to take a lover that looked like you just so he could get out his frustrations, and then when he found you he was going to ditch the woman and dedicate his everything to you.

Jareth stared at your painting. “Find me a woman that looks just like my soulmate. I need to get out some emotions if you know what I mean.”

Mr Clarke knew exactly what the prince meant. “Of course, Your Highness.”

Erwin scribbled down a few notes and nodded as you spoke. “Are you sure about this?”

You smiled softly at him. “My land and my people were amazing and they lived near your border. Now it has come to light that the borders are open, I want to sell my land to you.”

“I’d be honoured.” He gave you a charming smile. “I will help you look after them. You have a port in that town, correct?”

“I do! It was so beautiful.”

He chuckled. “We should see it together.” He heard Levi growl as he sat in the corner a little annoyed he was lacking attention. “I’m assuming the royal family had no command here.”

You shook your head. “No, it was all mine. The town belonged to me and the land. So, I have every right to sell it to you.”

“I’ll still put it under your rule though. I can imagine they’ll be very happy that they gained a Countess after losing a Lady.”

You hummed a laugh. “You’re right. I have a suggestion about the land.”

He clasped his hands together in front of him. “Enlighten me.”

“Well, a lot of people want to escape my country and it’s hard with the borders. I know that the borders were opened so the Prince could come for me.” You fiddled with your hands. “The road from my land to yours was being fixed by my parents before they were killed. I’m asking you to fix the road and use my land as a place for refugees and escaping citizens.”

Erwin reached over and placed his hand on yours. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.”

Levi walked over, sat next to you and yanked you onto his lap. “I’ll pay for the road.” He squeezed you tightly. “I’ll help.”

You giggled at how sweet your man was. “Thank you, Levi.”

Erwin smirked. “I won’t argue with your husband. It’ll be a pointless battle.” He frowned a bit in thought. “You two haven’t been on your honeymoon yet and it’s been a month since your marriage.”

Levi perked up at those words. “Honeymoon!”

You petted Levi’s head. “We’ll go, but we just have a few things to take care of.”

“Okay, love bunny.”

Erwin leaned his cheek on his hand as he smiled fondly. “So, when’s the first little demon due?”

You felt your cheek burn. “O-Oh, w-well.”

Levi squeezed you. “When bunny is ready because I’m ready to go.”

“You fluster me so much.” You cleared your throat. “Back to business, gents.”

Erwin moved his papers around. “Right. So, we’ll make it a sanctuary for those fleeing the country, they will stop in your land for the paperwork processing and then they’ll enter my country. First things first is fixing the road. We do need to get word out though about what we are doing.”

You sighed reality was knocked into you. “I have no idea if I’m honest. That’s where my ideas fail me.”

Levi kissed the side of your head. “I believe in you.”

“The only thing I’m thinking is an underground network, or we just go bold and just make it clear my old land is the gateway to the new.”

Erwin laughed. “I like that one. Shove it in their stupid faces.”

“I was not expecting you to say that” you softly spoke “That was a surprise, I like it.” You titled your head in thought. “I can imagine the King has caused you a lot of issues over the years.”

“More than you can imagine.” He sat back in his chair. “I’ll be glad to be rid of him and the Prince.”

“What do we do when they are removed? Will you take the country on or gift it to someone else?” you considered the royal family and if there was a distant relative perhaps. “Is there someone who could be better?”

Erwin tapped his finger on the table causing a light thudding to echo. “I have discovered someone with connections and she is willing to take the title, but she is hiding with her mother.”

“Mother? Who is she?”

“The King’s wife. She faked her death and escaped the country as soon as she learned she was pregnant with her second child. She had a daughter and she’s very strong and kind. She’s often at the borders on the other side of my country fighting monsters.” He thought about the white-haired princess. “She’ll make an excellent Queen.”

You stared at him. “Do you care for her?”

Erwin frowned. “She’s a good friend, but that’s all.”

You looked up as a maid entered the room, she was new to the palace and someone you’d become friends with. You went to speak with her but noticed how Erwin gazed at Kate. “Oh…I see.”

Erwin blushed as you grinned. “Countess Ackerman, behave.”

You giggled. “Lovely to see you, Kate. We must have tea soon.”

Kate smiled brightly. “I can’t wait. I love our afternoon teas.”

“Me too.” You rose to your feet. “I’ll leave you and the King alone.” You leaned closer and whispered to your friend. “Go for that kiss like I mentioned.”

She giggled. “I will.”

You walked to the door with Levi and saw Kate going in for the kiss. You slipped out of the office and instantly held your husband’s hand. “You know, you and the King have similar taste in women.”

Levi glanced down at you. “Meaning?”

“Curvy women. Is it s demon thing to like plump women?”

He hummed in thought. “I think so. Most of my demon friends seem to have a curvy partner as their lover. I guess we like the softness and warmness because we’re so harsh and rough.” He leaned down and kissed you. “I just think you’re pretty, smart, beautiful, kind, caring and perfect.”

You squealed when he picked you up. “Levi!”

“I want to hold you.”

You sighed. “You were that bothered by me being close to Erwin today?”

He whined a bit. “No.”

“Honesty, Levi.”

“Okay, I was. You two work so well together.”

You patted Levi’s cheek. “Levi, I’m married to you and deeply in love with you. Also, Erwin is in love with Kate. You have nothing to worry about.”

He carried you into the carriage and snuggled with you. “Good cause you’re mine.”

As you moved, you slipped off Levi’s lap and looked out the carriage's window. “I have a request.”

“You can request anything, my love bunny.”

“I’d love to go to the sea. You know, the beach and enjoy the soothing waves.”

He shifted closer and held you. “I think that would be a wonderful idea.”

You turned and faced Levi. “We need the time together as a couple. The last time we did something overly romantic was our wedding night. We’ve been working nonstop since.”

He caressed your cheek. “I have neglected my duties as your lover.”

You smiled sweetly as you remembered the many times the two of you had made love in different places, at different times and did different things. “Oh, you’ve not neglected your duties at all.” You straddled him and purred. “You’ve been very generous and perfect.”

He tilted his head and kissed you softly. “I just want to give you all the love I could possibly give.”

“You give me so much.” You tapped your forehead against his. “What I meant was we haven’t been on a date since our wedding.”

He hummed in thought. “You’re right. We need a date. We need time to be a couple instead of stealing moments together so I can make love to you deeply and vigorously.”

You blushed hard. “You do that every day and often.”

He chuckled at the fond memories. “You’re right.” He nipped your neck. “Like this morning.”

“You had so much hunger.” You shivered as he squeezed you. “So much.”

He bit you a little. “You took so much of my seed.”

You covered his mouth with your hands. “Y-You are just…a naughty demon.”

He moved your hands from his mouth. “You used to fluster me a lot, but I think it looks far better on you.”

You pouted. “Ever since I broke your curse your confidence has become deadly.”

He chuckled. “Because I know without a single doubt that you love me for me.”

You nodded shyly. “I do.” You hummed in thought. “Levi?”

He gazed deep into your eyes with such a magical love. “Yes?”

You nibbled your lip as you considered your next words. “We have made love often and used no protection.”

He held your hands. “Yes.”

You whined a bit. “Well, there is a high chance that I could become…”

He smiled. “I will adore our child with all the love in my heart.”

“I’m glad. I mean, I don’t know how potent a demon’s seed is.”

Levi hummed in thought. “I’m not sure either. I guess we’ll find out.”

You giggled. “We will.”

Levi lifted you off him as soon as the carriage arrived. “So, how are you feeling about giving your land over to Erwin?”

You let Levi get out of the carriage first. “Well, it is sad.” You took his hand and climbed out. “It was a place my mother and father loved and helped grow, but at the same time I need to do what is best for my people and if that is handing it all over to Erwin and working with him, then I will do it.”

“You’re a good person.”

“I try to be.” You released a long sigh. “I feel like I’ve done more harm than good.”

He pulled you against him. “Look what you’ve done for me and my people.” He smiled at you. “You’ve changed our lives.”

You hugged Levi. “You’re too kind.”

“My lady?”

You pulled from Levi when you recognised the voice. “Wait…” You peered around him to see Harold using a crutch to move and a patch over his eye. “Harold?”

Levi put his arm around you. “I sent out a search party to locate him. I knew he meant a lot to you.”

You welled up. “Thank you, Levi.” You kissed his cheek before hurrying over to the man who saved your life. “Harold.”

He wrapped his arms around you. “It’s good to see you, my lady.”

You pulled back and saw he was crying. “Oh, look at us.” You giggled. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“It’s a bloody miracle, my lady.”

You nibbled your lip. “It’s Countess now.”

He gasped. “Oh! Congratulations on your marriage. Is it filled with love?”

“So much love.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad.”

You hugged his arm. “Let’s get you some tea and something to eat.”

Levi hurried after you. “I’ll get a nice afternoon tea sorted.”

You gazed at Levi. “Francis can do that. I want you with us. We have so much to talk about.”

Levi smiled as he felt included. “Thank you. Are you okay, to walk Harold?”

Harold nodded. “I am okay, your lordship. You’ve already done plenty for me.”

You guided him to a seat before sitting next to your husband. “What happened after we parted?”

He smiled as he accepted a cup of tea from Francis. “Thank you.” He sipped before speaking. “We’ll I rode the carriage along the mountain path with the Prince following. He attacked the carriage to get it to crash. It was a massive crash and I was launched from the carriage. I cut up my face and hurt my leg. I slipped off the edge of the mountain and hid on a ledge.”

You gasped. “Oh…oh Harold.”

“Don’t be sad, okay? I did it to make sure I wasn’t captured.” He sighed. “He started shouting about you. He ripped the carriage to pieces and went on a rampage. I wasn’t found out, thankfully. I took what I could from the carriage to help me patch up, and then I travelled to your land where your people helped me get better. After staying there and helping the people in return, your husband’s team showed up.”

You hugged Levi’s arms. “Thank you.”

Levi kissed the top of your head. “I searched the whole of the border.” He looked over at Harold and bowed. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for saving my wife.”

Harold blushed. “Oh, well it was an honour. I’m glad she’s safe. You look like you have more life.”

You giggled a bit. “I do, I really do.” You held hands with Levi. “He gave me life.”

Levi smiled. “And in return, you gave me life.” He looked over at Harold. “Please, stay here for as long as you need. Once you have recovered, I would be honoured if you would work for us as our carriage driver.”

Harold placed his hand on his chest. “Thank you. I will take you up on that offer.”

You clapped your hands. “Wonderful. Please, rest as much as you need to, okay?

“I will.”

Francis approached Harold. “Allow me to take you to your new room.”

You rose to your feet and hugged Harold. “Rest well, and if you need anything please let Levi and I know.”

Harold smiled a little. “I appreciate it, both of you.”

You watched Harold leave before turning to Levi. “I can’t believe you found him. You’re…you…” You rubbed your tears. “You’re wonderful. I love you.”

Levi wrapped his arms around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “I love you too. I love you so much.”

You sniffed a bit. “Sorry, I’m rather emotional.

“Don’t be sorry for having feelings.” He cradled your face in his hands. “You’re adorable.” He kissed under your eye making you close it and hum. “My sweet wife.”

You gazed at him with your sweet wide eyes that reminded him so much of a bunny. “Can we have a date?”

He held you close. “I think that would be perfect. It is summer and we should enjoy the lovely weather.”

You gasped in delight. “I’ll set it all up!”

He watched you hurry off and felt a longing in his heart. “Darling bunny, I can do that.”

“I can!”

He pouted a bit as he considered what to do next, then realised he could plot a few things. He approached a few of his staff and began organising a two-week getaway for you and him. It made him smile at how excited his staff were at Levi taking you away for romantic reasons. There was a buzz in the air around you and Levi, people were expecting a little one soon because of how ravenous the two of you had been with each other.

He parted ways and moved outside to see you’d set something up under the great oak tree. He had to take a moment to admire you in your long summer dress with the wind gently playing with your hair. He released a long happy sigh before hurrying over to you and wrapping you up in his arms. All he could think about was just how much he loved and adored you. You were so precious to him and nothing could ever come close.

You hummed a sweet laugh as you rubbed his back. “You missed me that much?”

“Yes.”

You cupped his face and wiggled a bit. “You’re cute.” You gasped when you saw butterflies land on his horns. “You have friends again.”

Levi blushed a bit. “Creatures really like me. Sorry.”

“I find it adorable.” You pulled him to the blankets and cushions. “Sit.”

He sat down and saw birds and bunnies turn up. “Mm, excuse me? I would like some private time with my wife. Could you all possibly come back another time?”

You giggled as the animals gazed at him before moving on. “That’s amazing.”

“We seem to have an understanding.” He smiled at you. “Now I have you all to myself.”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “I feel spoiled.”

He wrapped you up in his arms. “That’s all I want. I just want to spoil you.”

You nuzzled the crook of his neck. “Well, you do a lot. I need to spoil you more.”

“You do.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m so lucky. I promise you, beautiful bunny wife, that I will protect you from anything and everything.”

You gazed at him. “I believe you. Just promise me you’ll never give your life or die for me.”

“Of course, I won’t. I’ll live for you. I will destroy anything for you.”

You giggled. “I will do that same.”

[desmorotu]

vincent’s playlist 🫧 (a glimpse)

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☆ as the world falls down - david bowie (at the Summit, if Lovely was revealed to Vincent instead of greeting guests with him, this would have been the song that played while they made their way to him. just like in the Labyrinth, this song gives that mystical, romantic feel. he’d stare in awe, mouth agape until he swallows thickly or until Sam comes up to close it for him LMAO. he’d chuckle in disbelief, looking deeply into their eyes with his kohl-lined ones and stuttering his words. he’d lick his glossy lips and trace his gaze down. “ex-fucking-scuse me? you look incredible, Lovely.”)

☆ square hammer - ghost (loves the intro, the lyric cadence, the sound of papa’s voice, and especially the thought of seeing it live. he was more of a rocker kind of guy growing up, always adorning band tees and silver chains of some kind. the year he was turned, in fact, was when he was the most into the style part of the subculture. after he turned he had decided to keep most of his piercings, including his triple lobe, helix, eyebrow, and nose ones. he fears that taking them out will heal them immediately because of his power, even if he knows it’s not technically true. he keeps this kind of music near and dear to his heart.)

☆ lovesong - the cure (loves driving to this song. whether it’s sunshine, rain, clear skies or cloudy, this song has to play at least once. he puts on his sunglasses and bobs his head to the beat, glancing over at Lovely often and smiling to himself when they’re doing the same. he plays it when they’re at home doing chores too, having a mini dance party for themselves. they go out to goth clubs often for the same atmosphere and to get new songs on their lists.)

☆ kiss me until my lips fall off - lebanon hanover (loves the bass. he sways his whole body if he chooses to dance, raising his hands above his head and “plucking cobwebs.” he likes reciting the lyrics to Lovely as a silly way to ask for kisses. loves the drums and the deep tone of the vocals, humming it to himself even if he’s not much of a singer.)

(suggestive/sexual annotation below)

☆ not my type: dead as fuck 2 - motionless in white (“she loves me ‘cause i like to give head like a zombie—eat! eat! eat!—‘til her insides are on me” …those lyrics low key [high key] turn him on and they burn a fiery heat into his chest. as a man with an oral fixation on both the giving and receiving end, the thought of his lover being so desperate to have their mouth on him sends his thoughts into a carnal frenzy. simultaneously, the lyrics make him want to grab Lovely, throw them on any flat surface, and let the lyrics speak for themselves. he always has his mouth on them, whether he’s kissing their neck + shoulders, back, hands, arms, chest, stomach, thighs—anywhere they’ll allow him, really. there’s rarely a time where Lovely doesn’t have hickeys, but it’s not always in a sexual light. he just likes to have his mouth on them.)

☆ dive in - pierce the veil (this song strikes a chord in his heart for a reason he can’t explain; perhaps it’s the piano mixed in with the intense guitar and drums? perhaps it’s because the song goes too fast for him to focus on his thoughts? he plays this in his headphones on full blast when he needs to pay attention to anything other than his mind. his favorite part is the octave jump and the beat drop near the end!)

☆ props and mayhem - pierce the veil (he doesn’t branch out too much when it comes to music, so a lot of his playlist is just ptv. he loves the lyrics and finds solace in them, despite how vic fuentes probably does not understand that he wrote lyrics relatable to a vampire and his supernatural culture. the song strangely reminds him of his last few years as a human. when this song plays, he thinks about the stranger from the Surge line. he hopes they’re peaceful.)

(slightly suggestive annotation below)

☆ god complex - violent vira (when he listens to this song, his movements instinctively get more sensual and calculated. it’s not intentional, but the slow feeling of the music brings him to be a more captivating “predator.” sultry eyes, wet lips, and smooth touches often bring Lovely to a state of “aroused confusion,” as they call it. it’s like a switch; as soon as the song’s off, he goes back to normal. in most cases, however, the song ends long before Lovely is done with him. if vincent had a sex playlist, he’d think of adding this song.)

☆ love gun - kiss (SAM SHOWED HIM THIS SONG!! he absolutely loves the sick ass bass line and the cool lyrics. he agrees with sam’s sentiments that paul stanley’s voice is one of the best in rock history. he feels cool as fuck when this song comes on—especially when he’s driving. he drums on the steering wheel and taps his free foot in the floorboard. when he’s able to dance, you bet he most certainly will. he wishes he pursued his talent on the guitar, but he unfortunately no longer practices.)

☆ rosemary - deftones (“TIIIIIME SHIFT.” he loves the build up, the guitar, the seeming desperation in the vocals, and the overall tone of the song. he has to bite his knuckles to shut down the feeling that this song gives him. he breaks out in goosebumps and he loves how full and warm the sound is, especially when listening with headphones. he doesn’t really like how long it is, but it’s a personal preference that he excuses for the “dope ass vibes,” as Lovely likes to say.”

refer to vincent’s playlist cover at the bottom :)

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vincent is honestly the inspiration behind the song association in general, but asher’s song happened to come on while casually listening and i couldn’t help but make his post then and there. this one stays in the same kind of realm of music for the most part; i feel like vincent isn’t a super musical person anymore but he used to really enjoy it and is trying to get back into it. these are just my opinions! in my mind, vincent is on the goth side of things with a mix of a bunch of different musical subcultures thrown in. if you want more, lmk :3 (i will make them anyways, but if you desire a specific character then you need only ask!) @morgansplace

i wanna write mini fics but UGHHH i don’t think my writing is good enough smh. maybe i’ll do it anyways at some point.

k bye 💟

[marmorafarms]

The Hazards of Love: Ch 1

Hello and welcome to my Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon Hanahaki AU! There was a lot of interest, so I've written up a short chapter. Let me know what you think either here or on ao3! If you enjoy it, I'll know to make the chapters a little longer!

NOW

Kabru lay awake in the hospital bed, staring at the ceiling. He had been here for days, kept alive by machines and sheer luck. He could hear doctors and nurses bustling around outside of his room, could hear other machines beeping, trying to keep others in the ICU alive as well. Kabru knew he didn’t have long, and that he had a choice before him. There was a way he could live, a way he could just get this over with. But did he want that?

“Kabru!” his friend Rin had shouted, tears in her eyes. “Please just get the surgery! You can’t just die on me!”

Kabru had come down with a rare disease known as Hanahaki, an illness that came from unrequited love. It wasn’t common, not everyone who suffered from one sided love came down with this. The doctors had said it was most likely due to the intensity of his feelings, but that the disease hadn’t been studied enough to have a clear picture.

What they did know was that it was possible to be cured. The most difficult way was to get the one you loved to truly love you back. This was next to impossible to have happen. Kabru liked to think he was good at getting people to like him, but love? Love was something else entirely, something that you felt with your whole being. It wasn’t just looking at someone and being attracted to them. It was much, much more than just that.

The simplest way to cure it was to cut the disease out. Hanahaki manifested as a plant, as flowers within the lungs. The vines twisted against the organs in the body, and the flowers clogged the throat. With a special surgery, the plant could be removed. However, the side effects could be devastating. Typically after undergoing the surgery, you would fall out of love with the person who caused you distress, and could never fall back in love with them again.

But in rarer cases, you lost the ability to love at all, becoming a husk of your former self. Friendships, family relationships, and romantic relationships were all destroyed because you could no longer love any of them. Some people even lost love for their pets, for hobbies, even for life. Kabru wasn’t sure he could take that.

“So what if you can’t love Laios?” Rin had snapped at him. “He doesn’t deserve your love. Get the surgery Kabru, you can’t do this to your friends! To me!”

Kabru coughed, and a puff of petals and pollen left his throat. He picked up a petal and examined it. Daffodils, as usual. He had learned that in Victorian England, daffodils represented unrequited love, and therefore it was fitting he would cough these up. Slowly he closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply, trying to get as much air into his lungs as possible. The thought of death didn’t scare him. He’d be reunited with his family if he died. But Rin…she would be all alone…

Maybe losing the ability to care for Laios wouldn’t be all that bad.

THEN

Loathing.

That was the best word to describe how Kabru felt about this blond asshole at the table next to him. The blond was named Laios, and Laios was the most infuriating person he had ever met in his entire life. In fact, Kabru had hated him for years, yet he was pretty sure Laios had no idea who he was.

They had gone to the same high school together, and Kabru had been drawn to him. His friends couldn’t understand it at all, asking why he wanted to know this “weirdo” and his group of equally odd friends. Kabru honestly wasn’t sure why, but he did. That is, until Laios had ruined everything.

Kabru could still remember Laios’ friend Chilchuck walking over to him and apologizing for “destroying your science fair project.” Kabru had run into the auditorium, heart beating fast. This project would determine if he would get into his dream school or not. Representatives of the school were coming to see his work and—

Oh God.

Kabru had stared at his project on food decay, and how to prevent it without harsh chemicals, and saw that the food was gone.

“Yeah he ate it,” Chilchuck had casually said about Laios. “Told him not to but, eh. Once he decides to do something, you can’t really stop him. But it’s just a science fair, no big deal right?”

Kabru now had nothing to present, nothing to prove that he had actually done something! Needless to say, the school was not impressed with his project, and Kabru was now attending a nearby college that was fine. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t impressive, it was fine.

And somehow, Laios and his clown parade had managed to get into the same school. He had to see them around campus, and even in some of his classes.

So here he sat, teeth gritted together as he did his best to ignore their chattering and loud bursts of laughter. This cafe was his favorite place to study, but maybe he should give it up if it was now going to be their spot.

He was deep in his angry thoughts when suddenly a book slammed down on the table in front of him. Kabru jumped slightly and looked up. His friends Rin and Daya stood in front of him, Rin frowning slightly.

“Oh, hey,” Kabru said, trying to sound casual.

“Hey yourself,” Rin said, sliding into one of the chairs at the table, Daya following suit. “I was basically shouting at you and you weren’t responding!”

“Laios is there,” Daya said with a smile, nodding in their direction. Rin made a face, and crossed her arms.

“Were you really so caught up in thoughts about that weirdo that you weren’t paying attention to me?”

“It’s not like that!” Kabru said, his deep brown cheeks dusted with pink. “I just…I wasn’t…at least not in that way”

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Daya said, a sly smile crossing her lips. Kabru glowered at a spot on the table as though it had done him a personal wrong, refusing to look at either of his friends.

“Whatever,” Rin said, rolling her eyes. “What’s important is that you’re paying attention now. I have some incredible news that you have to hear!”

Rin began talking about having gotten tickets to some concert, and while Kabru was trying to pay attention, his mind began to wander. Laios had just stood up, and was taking his coffee mug over to the dirty dish station where people were meant to bus their own table. He had really filled out since high school. Broad shouldered and barrel chested, Laios was tall and well…handsome.

“—bru. KABRU!”

“What?” Kabru said, jolted back into reality. Rin turned to see what he had been looking at and let out a long suffering sigh.

“What do you see in him?” Rin said acidly, whipping around to stare at her blue eyed friend. “He’s handsome, sure, but he’s socially inept and I caught him eating a sandwich right out of the trash can! Why do you have such a raging hard on for him?”

“I do NOT!” Kabru gasped, offended.

“Then stop staring at him and actually talk with me and Daya! Or do we need to go somewhere else?”

“It might help if you two got to know him,” Daya said slowly, causing Rin to choke on her coffee. “Maybe we could talk to him and his friends.”

“I don’t want to talk to them!” Kabru protested.

“You keep saying that,” Daya said, “yet you also keep staring at him every time he’s near. Perhaps you should at least say hello. I happen to have a class with Laios, and he’s quite bright.”

Kabru looked over at the group. Laios had just returned, and was smiling. His face was as bright as the sun, and Kabru swallowed hard, thinking about saying hi. This man had ruined his life! He couldn’t just be friends with him. Right?

“Fine,” Kabru said. For some reason, Rin looked extremely upset, and Daya gave her a look. The two women looked at each other, a look of mutual understanding on their face. Kabru wasn’t really sure what had just happened, but chose to ignore it.

“Good,” Daya finally said. “Now might not be the best time, but your next class may be a better time to get to know him. He’s not that bad.”

“He ruined everything,” Kabru grumbled.

“Yes, but if he hadn’t done that, you would have never met me or Rin,” Daya said wisely. “It may have been for the best.”

Kabru bit his lip. “Okay,” he said. “Tomorrow. I’ll talk to him tomorrow."

[writer-akihiko]

Hi! Could I get the dorm leaders with a fem!S/O who gets a lot of attention, chocolates and gifts on valentine’s (being the only girl at NRC)? have a good day!

Dorm Leaders + Valentine Jealousy

Just funny, cute scenarios that was really enjoyable to write even though I'm like... 2 months late?? Yeah, forgive me for that.

Cut for length, and some light cussing in the later scenarios.

Malleus Draconia

He put so much effort into preparing a special Valentine's picnic for his beloved. He wanted to surprise you, and by the time he ordered Sebek and Silver to call you to him, they brought him displeasing news.

"Um... Senior YN is caught up!" Sebek reported. Usually, he'd be enthusiastic to share news to his precious Master, but the way those two held back was suspicious.

"Pray tell what those cretins are doing to my YN?" He inquired, his magic seeping from his fingertips.

"Well… giving her Valentine's gifts…" Sebek admitted. "We found her in the courtyard but there were quite a few students from different dorms."

"Sebek, we reported to Malleus because those said students wouldn't move when you yelled 'Move away from Malleus-sama's spouse'," Silver chided. "Despite Senior YN looking like she wanted to escape."

"Move, both of you."

Malleus' rage was more than they anticipated. Lilia, as observant as he usually is, brought the two boys behind his back and let Malleus shift into his dragon form. Lilia simply waved at Malleus, encouraging her more. "Remember Malleus! You're not allowed to burn people! And don't worry about your picnic; we'll bring all the food and preparations!"

Times like this, he was eternally grateful to someone like Lilia. He shifted to his much smaller form, about a fifth of the size of his actual dragon size and took flight. He knew other students would run away, but most importantly of all if it were reported you could easily say that the dragon was your bonded creature. Which, when you think about it, is a decent white lie.

Needless to say, the appearance of the dragon scared away the boys who tried to present their gifts to you, dropping them in fear. Those who ran too late witnessed the dragon's claws snatch up the angelic Senior YN LN away, however they could not see where the dragon took her for the dragon's wings caused the wind to sweep the remaining students off their feet.

He felt a little guilty that you yelped when you saw him, but as he flew, he settled you into his claws much more comfortably.

The moment he landed, his beloved stared directly in wonder into his eyes. He cooed at how small you were next to him and how curious you were of him. It didn't take long before you reached out to his head, asking him, "Tsunotarou? Are you my Tsunotarou?"

His heart melted at his nickname, further nuzzling his nose to your palm. His purring was quite loud, and he plopped his head onto your lap. He was careful not to shift his weight as to not crush you.

"Malleus...why did you do that?" You patted his head, still wondering why you were whisked away. "Were you a little jealous?"

The dragon form of his nudged his nose to you again in agreement. He had never felt jealousy in this way before.

"Malleus… You're the only one who's my Valentine." You spoke. "And I won't spend the day with anyone else besides you."

He shifted out of his dragon form to his much acceptable humanoid form. Malleus, out of his love for you, couldn't help but hug you. He admitted his Valentine's plan for you, especially since he knew how much you anticipated the celebration.

Things were made clear, and you accepted Malleus' apology. He dolled you up a little, calling the flowers to decorate themselves delicately in your hair.

He kissed the soft flesh of your cheek, sitting you on his lap. "Happy Valentine's Day, my precious YN."

Riddle Rosehearts

If the Heartsyabul dorm thought they fully witnessed Riddle's rage, they were sorely mistaken. It was made crystal clear to the students of the Heartsyabul dorm to follow the rule of not harrassing the dorm leader's partner.

It was clear that the point was not received to other ignorant students.

"And what do you think you’re doing?"

The students were immediately caught off guard by the ice chilling voice of the notorious Heartsyabul dorm leader. The boys surrounding you immediately scattered, leaving you with multitudes of presents and chocolates at your feet.

Riddle didn't want to admit it, but the boxes of presents surrounding your being made look as spoilt as you can be.

No, this won't do he thought. He could spoil you better than those group of boys.

"Ace, Deuce, take away the presents," He commanded. The two had no choice but to obey, although Trey did have a look at the chocolates gifted, possibly thinking about using some of them for Riddle's desserts.

He sauntered over to his beloved, taking her hand in his and kissing the top of it. "Not to fear, YN. I hope not a single one of them touched you," He murmured. Before continuing his jealous thoughts, he properly spoke to you, "YN, I asked Cater to deliver a dress to your dorm. I hope you find it pleasing to wear, as later tonight we have a date for ourselves!"

You did find the dress pleasing enough that you would wear it to your date. You knew Riddle was someone who would go all out for Valentine's, especially seeing how he made his affections known. The dress reminded you a little of his red formal wear, and you found the card play motifs on the sash of the dress adorable. Although... You had to admit that you were a little scared if Riddle used his magic unnecessarily for your sake.

Riddle didn't anticipate how much of a worrywart he actually was. He dressed to the best of his abilities, making sure to adjust his tie every so once in a while.

Whatever preparations he calculated and adjusted for flew straight out of the window once he saw you.

He allowed you to walk to him, and once you two met eyes, he got on one knee, kissing your palm.

"My precious Queen… Happy Valentine's Day…"

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim himself didn't realise you were in peril, but he did feel an inkling of jealousy seeing some boys get close to you. Despite all that, he didn't worry a single bit.

For Kalim was going to outdo every. Single. One of them.

"YN-senpai! Please accept this!" A freshman bowed deeply, handing a plain looking love letter. You graciously accepted it, however, all you could do was sit it on top of your precarious pile of presents the past day. All you wanted to do was visit Kalim…

"Eh? I'm sure my gift is the best!"

Sounds of trumpets were heard, and then and there the crowd made way for the dorm leader of Scarabia. The remaining students were shooed away, much to their annoyance. Kalim however only wore a grin as he presented you with a bouquet and a box of chocolates.

A servant nearby bowed to him, and Kalim quickly uttered his order, "Take the flowers and donate them to the Gardening club. As for the chocolates, distribute them to the servants!" He cheerfully ordered, as if the students surrounding the two didn't exist. Gasps of shock and horror were sounded, but Kalim didn't care anyway.

Over Kalim's shoulder, you could see Jamil staring down any potential students possibly trying to pick a fight with Kalim. Although, knowing Jamil, he was doing this for the sake of Kalim being occupied for the rest of the week.

You were delighted to see your boyfriend coming to rescue and you didn't mind his extravagance so much. The only part of the whole scenario you'd be embarrassed about is that some students witnessed Kalim's romantic affections, which… you'd prefer to have your romantic endeavours in a private setting.

The way Kalim tugged your hand along… He was upset and you knew it.

"Kalim… I'm sorry I didn't expect-"

He stopped tugging you along to the Scarabia dorm. You were surprised the moment Kalim hugged you.

"YN… it's not your fault…" He said, patting your head. "Sorry for acting so jealous. I just… really wanted to impress you."

You hugged him back. "Thank you Kalim."

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul felt his heart wrench at the scene of you being confronted by a group of boys adorning you in presents and flowers. He wasn't so sure about giving you his Valentine's letter and present, feeling as if the other students outdid him. Usually, he wouldn't let this kind of thing slide, but... he felt as if it were his fault.

Usually, the other students won't spare a glance towards you, but he had guessed a lot of boys crushed hard that night you sang in the Lounge. Jade and Floyd thought it would be a good way to cheer him up, and Azul himself couldn't deny... He loves your singing so much.

This, however, didn't discern Octavinelle dorm leader Azul Ashengrotto from telling off said students.

"Take your tomfoolery somewhere else."

Murmurs of "Oh shit, it's the dorm leader." and groans came from the other students surrounding you. Azul saw you breathe out a sigh of relief that some of the students left you alone.

He could still see some lingering around. Well, they should surely know better than to disobey his orders on his turf...

"Jade, Floyd, escort them out please."

Azul brought you closer to him. "I'm sorry for not approaching soon, Angelfish."

You shook your head, telling Azul how much you appreciated his help.

"Actually... I never intended to accept their gifts. The presents simply piled up," You said. "If anything, I'd only accept your present!"

Azul stammered, his cheeks flushing to a deep pink. "H-How... How are you so adorable...”?

He regained his composure, hurrying you to sit on the couch. Then and there, he presented you his Valentine's letter. Your heart warmed at how he decorated it so delicately, and his signature never fails to enchant you.

The other half of his gift was an intricately designed parfait presented in a glass. He did the honours of feeding you a spoonful. The moment you finished that spoonful, you heard out the secret.

"It's a new dessert for the Lounge. And I'd like to name it Angelfish Parfait."

Idia Shroud

Idia Shroud was a man who swore to never venture out but mind you he has ears and eyes everywhere. Despite all the commotion around you, especially with the line of students ready to approach you with gifts, you somehow kept a cool head about it.

You didn't spare a glance to the other students, ignoring any other student that try to block your way. You simply walked past them, disregarding their mere existence.

In your perspective, you weren't being rude at all. In fact, you thought whoever stood in your way was rude because of your agenda… and the main event of the day was not exactly Valentine's Day, but your precious date with your precious boyfriend.

Idia wasn't irked by the extravagance of some of the students' presents to you.

After all, he could just buy you the best version of the same thing.

Not to say you were completely materialistic, he just wanted to prove a point to those other guys. He trusted that you were capable… But he couldn't let you handle all of it by yourself. He had to help out too.

He, out of all the dorm leaders, is the one who gets annoyed around Valentine's Day due to the constant attention you get. Sure, he'll proudly admit how pretty you are, but anyone else better keep their hands away.

A group still followed to the entrance of the Ignihyde dorm, and for once in his life, he willingly stepped.

It was one foot out of the dorm doors, but hey, it's a lot for him.

"You're not invited. Leave."

As if his chilly dead voice didn't warn them enough, the traps around the entrance targeted themselves to anyone who wasn't you. The students quickly left, scurrying away. The laser-looking machinery was enough for some of the students to piss their pants.

Your cheeks felt warm. "Idia… You were so cool there."

Once he shut the door, it was his turn for his face to redden. "W..What? You were the cool one shrugging all of those… bugs off of you." He admitted. "Besides, those normies ruined our video game date."

"It's not ruined yet," You said, tugging Idia's hoodie on his head, pecking him on the cheek. "Thank you Idia. Now let's continue that RPG you were telling me about yesterday."

"Mmh! …Love you, YN."

Leona Kingscholar

What was this? Some worthless students want to pick a fight with the top predator? Sure, why not. Leona wouldn't mind beating them to a pulp.

There wouldn't be a crowd surrounding you on Valentine's. Those brave enough would slip gifts at the Ramshackle Dorm or on your desk, but they would never dare give it in person unless they wish to not exist.

Leona was walking you back from class, which is generally a big achievement since he's awake.

"Did any punks approach you today?"

You were typically blunt with him. "No, but I got some presents on my desk. Grim took care of them."

You could hear your boyfriend huff in annoyance. "Some idiots don't realise we're in a relationship…"

You decided to poke fun at him a little. After all, he was only reminded this morning that today was Valentine's Day.

"Well, if only you'd be more open about your wooing, if you call it that," You teased.

Before you two could return back to the Savanaclaw dorm, a group of students blocked off your path.

"Enough is enough Kingscholar!"

"Yeah! You shouldn't monopolise YN-senpai's time like that!"

"Give us a fair shot!"

Leona had to hunch himself over from laughing at how stupid these students were. You kept silent, but you did pinch Leona's elbow to warn him about beating them up in a public place.

"You seriously want those to be your dying words?"

You could only facepalm the moment you heard Leona threaten them. Why did Valentine's always have to end this way? Well… the least that could happen is that you get to cuddle with Leona for the night.

Vil Schoenheit

As you, YN were a part of the Photography Club, you surely got a whole lot of attention as you had to travel here and there for the school's news report. You garnered a lot of positive attention from a great deal of the students, but you'd never approach them with intentions of forming a relationship.

After all, you were dating Vil Schoenheit of all people.

You did try to be courteous as possible, thanking some students who gave you gifts and cards during class. You weren't about to cause any ill-will against anybody, and you were sure that you could get rid of them later…

"Ara? What are these worthless beasts doing around my precious YN?"

Vil's presence was one thing, but his threatening voice was another. Vil stood tall, looming over you, and taking your hand in his, shielding you behind him. Through Vil's gaze, the students who were bold enough to present their gifts quickly shuffled to your desk, retrieving back whatever they planned to give.

You were taken aback by Vil's attitude if anything. He'd never act like this, despite what some might believe. That was when you knew he was genuinely angry.

You couldn't blame him much, since the students caused you to be late for your meeting with Vil. You two had planned to dress up and go out to a town district for the weekend of Valentine's. You had guessed that Vil was also a little pissy since he hadn't seen you in a long time.

After arriving at Vil's room, you tried your best to reach your boyfriend's cheek, transferring a kiss from your palm to his cheek. "I know you're a little angry, but our plans aren't completely ruined."

Vil shrugged off his uniform coat, venting out his frustrations. "I know, but it's supposed to be a special day for you," He said. He muttered under his breath as he had you sit still for him to style your hair. "If anything, they're the ones stealing your time from me…"

You turned to look at him despite his instructions. "I've never seen you so adorably jealous."

The colour of his cheeks bloomed a pink hue. "W-Well, of course my sweet potato," He said. "They need to be taught a lesson and you, my sweet potato, should sit still otherwise I'll never be done with your hair."

You let Vil do his magic, literally and figuratively, on your hair. Once he was done, you hugged him tight, "Thank you Vil, for what's about to come and for before too."

He patted your head. "Anything for you, YN."

[robininthelabyrinth]

A-Yuan wasn’t the only child among the Wen Remnants, just the youngest.

Children's Day - ao3

Lan Wangji carefully scooped up the boy out of his hiding place, tucked beneath a pile of stones, sick with fever and fast asleep.

It was a good hiding place. If Lan Wangji hadn’t played Inquiry and demanded to know if there were any living beings around in this cursed place of death, he would never have found the small child.

He remembered him – this was little A-Yuan, who Wei Wuxian had taken down into town to play, the one Lan Wangji had bought all those toys for in his confusion, the one who called him rich-gege. Barely more than two years old, having never known anything but war.

He was all that was left, now. There was nothing else left in the battlefield.

No one else left.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes in pain.

I’ll care for him for you, he promised Wei Wuxian’s ghost, wherever it might be now. Now that you cannot.

I’ll take him back to Gusu to raise as my own – wishing you were by my side.

-

-Earlier-

“Sect Leader!” one of his aides cried out when he staggered back into camp. “What – who’s that?”

Jiang Cheng looked down at the girl in his arms. She was – four, maybe? Five? He had no idea.

She looked a bit like Wen Qing.

“I found her hiding in the corner of the battlefield when she made a noise,” he said hoarsely. “The Wen sect remnants…by the time I got there, they were almost all dead already, all her family. She’s – she’s young. It didn’t seem right.”

Wei Wuxian always liked children, he thought vaguely to himself as he looked down at her. It wasn’t so much of a surprise that he would keep one there…in fact, if he thought back to that horrible meeting they’d had that one time he’d come to the Burial Mounds to try to talk to Wei Wuxian, he thought he remembered there being a small child there. This must be her.

She was bigger than he remembered, but that was what happened with small children, wasn’t it?

“Her surname is Wen?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng snapped automatically, and his aide took a step back from his vehemence. “The Wen sect is dead, you understand? All of them. The cultivation world refused to allow them to live, that much is obvious enough. Her surname…”

He looked down at her.

I failed Wei Wuxian, he thought grimly. I won’t fail his legacy.

“Her surname will be Jiang.”

-

-Earlier-

“We found this child hiding in the Demon Subduing Cave,” one of the guards reported, looking nervous. “Lianfeng-zun – what do we do with them?”

Jin Guangyao frowned down at the child, judging the child’s age to be about five or six – maybe seven, considering the likelihood of malnutrition at the Burial Mounds. If they were any younger, he would’ve said that the child ought to just execute them as useless; any older, and he would’ve had no choice but to declare them an enemy combatant, and thereby order them executed.

At this age, though…they were still young enough to be taught to forget their current surname, and to learn new loyalties, and yet old enough to perhaps remember a little of what they had learned, living as they had for a few years with the inventor of demonic cultivation.

Jin Guangyao glanced at the papers in his hands, full of barely legible scribbles, laying out powerful new spells and interesting ideas. They would help Xue Yang with his work – but not as much as a helper would, and naturally they’d just brutally executed all the other ‘helpers’ that might have been available.

Not exactly Jin Guangyao’s personal preference, but he wasn’t the one leading the Jin sect army.

Still, his father, who had been the one leading, had retired to his tent, and now Jin Guangyao was the one with the power, left to be in charge of mopping up. That, in turn, gave him a little more leeway, which meant he could implement his own thoughts, rather than badly thought out instructions.

“Put the child in my tent,” he said, and smiled. “The poor thing must have gotten lost and entered the battlefield – after we arrived. You understand?”

The guard saluted deeply. “Lianfeng-zun is kind and beneficent,” he said, and his expression was worshipful. “I will tell the others that the child is from some distant Jin branch.”

Jin Guangyao hadn’t intended for him to do that, but – well, he couldn’t exactly refute it now, could he, and anyway there were worse things to happen. Everyone would know that he had kindly taken in some orphaned child of war, which would be good for his reputation.

He smiled and nodded, and thought of the future.

-

-Earlier-

“Well, shit,” Nie Mingjue said, staring at the trio of children: nine or ten years old, he thought, maybe a little older, two girls and a boy. They stared back at him, wide-eyed and terrified – they were very clearly trying to sneak off the Burial Mounds down the back way.

Nie Mingjue rubbed his face, glad that he’d insisted on doing the forward scout work before the attack tomorrow morning himself rather than let it go to someone else. He hadn’t wanted to come to this blasted place in the first place, being that he still wasn’t sure exactly what had gone down with Wei Wuxian, who’d been a good man once. But good Nie cultivators had died at Lanling City at Wen Ning’s hands, the Jin sect claiming that that brutal attack was at Wei Wuxian’s instigation, and at the Nightless City at Wei Wuxian’s hands directly, and he didn’t have any evidence to exculpate the man, either; he had no grounds to look the families of those Nie cultivators in the eye and tell them not to pursue vengeance against the man who had slaughtered their brothers and fathers and sons, sisters and mothers and daughters, like they meant nothing.

They deserved vengeance.

Just as he had, for his father.

But at the same time…

“You’re all surnamed Wen, I take it?” he asked, and they slowly nodded. “Dafan Wen?”

Another nod.

“Wrong answer,” he said, making a snap decision. This wasn’t like his father at all, not really; he had wanted to kill Wen Ruohan, who had done the deed himself, while these children clearly hadn’t done anything. “Swear to me here and now that you won’t seek revenge for your sect or family, and you can be surnamed Nie instead.”

They looked at each other.

“Your family didn’t send you to run away because they wanted you to take revenge,” he said. It was a guess, but he could tell from the way their shoulders sagged that he was right. “They wanted you to live. Well?”

They swore.

He took them home.

-

-Earlier-

She tripped and fell flat on her face.

“Hey, girl!”

She looked up, eyes wide with terror – she hadn’t expected to be caught so soon – but the cultivator in front of her didn’t strike her down. He was a young man, just a few years older than her, and he looked nice, kneeling to help her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Did you get lost?”

Lost? From where would she get lost, exactly?

Despite that, she nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here isn’t a good place, though – we’re going to have a battle tomorrow…can you tell me where you’re from?” He frowned. “Or – can’t you speak?”

An idea suddenly came to mind, and she shook her head, lifting up her hands to mime signs like the ones she’d seen Lady Wen and her brother use sometimes when they needed to talk without disturbing others.

“Doesn’t talk,” he murmured to himself. “Clothing of white, ripped all to ribbons –”

She’d torn out any trace of the red sun. White was a common color, but she was old enough to know that she couldn’t let anyone know she was surnamed Wen.

“Oh, I’ve read about this before! Are you a bird yao that’s cultivated to humanity?”

What?

She’d been thinking of trying to pass as a traumatized war veteran, but she was only fourteen, after all; it wasn’t very believable. Of course, it was a lot more believable that bird yao – who would leap to that conclusion?

“My surname is Ouyang,” the man said, smiling brightly at her. “You should come back with me – I can teach you to speak, and we can give you a name…how about ‘Luo’ as a surname? That has to do with birds. Or we could surname you Bai, instead, since your clothing is white! Or maybe -”

She smiled helplessly at his nonsense. What a silly, cheerful man! Maybe she’d overestimated his age, he couldn’t be more than two or three years older, at most, and his brain was clearly not in the right place, filled up to the brim with romantic stories and adventure tales instead of facts.

It was a nice change, actually.

She accepted his hand as she stood.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

-

-Earlier-

Lan Wangji had returned home and submitted to a dreadful punishment. The elders he had injured on Wei Wuxian’s behalf were either in treatment or recovering.

As for the rest that had been at the Nightless City…

Many were dead.

Lan Qiren landed in the Burial Mounds, lips pressed tightly together.

He knew he was taking a risk in coming here to Wei Wuxian’s lair – no matter what Lan Wangji thought, whatever good points he’d had in the past, the man was now little better than a mad dog. He’d caused the death of three thousand people just the day before, three thousand innocents that hadn’t had anything to do with anything; why would he hesitate to attack his old teacher?

There was already talk of a siege – Jiang Cheng himself had promised to lead it, to wipe off the stain on the Jiang sect’s record, and the Jin sect had been right behind him. Even Nie Mingjue had been dragged in against his will, suborned by his sect members’ need for vengeance. As for the Lan Sect…Lan Xichen had looked so stricken by the thought that Lan Qiren had volunteered for the grim duty, despite Lan Qiren having never been much of a fighter and even less of a general. He intended to take only the smallest possible contingent, and to limit their work as much as possible to cleansing the dead rather than killing those who remained there – that much, at least, he could do for his nephew.

Either way, though, no matter his powers, Wei Wuxian would not live out the week.

If Lan Qiren desired vengeance, he need only wait.

And yet, here he was.

Alone, practically unarmed – and here nonetheless.

An old woman came out from the cave and squinted at him.

“It’s over,” she said sadly. “Isn’t it?”

Lan Qiren looked at her. One of the Wen remnants that Wei Wuxian had surrounded himself with, he assumed; the ones he’d given up his comfortable life for, claiming he was only acting as a righteous man ought. Perhaps he even had thought he was, back then.

Perhaps he really had been, back then.

“Yes,” Lan Qiren said, and cleared his throat. “After what he did at the Nightless City – the verdict is unquestionably death. But the rest of you…there are armies coming, and armies are not known for their leniency, especially not on passerby with the wrong surname. But they’re not here yet. There’s still time to flee – if you go now, you could take on a new surname and find some quiet place to live on.”

Lan Wangji had said they were civilians. Civilian life was to be prioritized above all else.

Lan Qiren was only doing what he must.

Despite his well-meant warnings, however, the old lady shook her head.

“There’s nowhere to go, and we won’t give up our surname,” she said, polite but stubborn to the last. “But thank you for taking the time to come here to tell us.”

“Wangji said that there were children here,” Lan Qiren insisted, ignoring her refusal. “If you won’t flee with them, at least send those that are old enough out on their own, and hide the younger ones. Tell them to forget their surnames – most people won’t rampantly murder children, so there’s a chance they’ll make it through, and live. Can you deny them that, just for pride?”

That gave the old woman pause.

“We’ll do what we can,” she said, and then eyed him. “How good are you at medicine?”

Lan Qiren frowned. “I can’t provide care –”

“She’s already dead. Come help anyway.”

The woman in question was not already dead, but dying – she was in her late teens, seventeen or eighteen at most, and she was in labor. From the glassiness of her eyes, the redness of her cheeks, and the threadiness of her pulse, it was clear that infection had long ago set in. It was not an exaggeration to say she was dead, little better than a corpse.

She was little more than a child.

“I don’t want her to die alone,” the old woman said. “But if you stay with her, I can use the time to try to take care of the rest. You’re not wrong, I suppose – the children, at least, deserve a chance to live on, even if it means leaving our surname behind.”

Lan Qiren looked down at the woman, unconscious already and unlikely to ever wake, and yet still whimpering. “And her child?”

The old woman looked surprised. “Can a child born like this still live?”

Lan Qiren had almost no medical training beyond the most superficial basics that were the necessity for any battlefield or night-hunt, with one sole exception: he had supervised the births of both his nephews by himself with little aid – his brother’s wife hadn’t wanted anyone else to be present, possibly in an attempt to prematurely enter her grave, possibly just out of spite. He had studied very hard in the days leading up to those births, and knew far more on the subject than most men did.

“It’s possible,” he said. “Unlikely, but – possible.”

He hesitated for a long moment.

“I can take the baby,” he finally said. “Pass him off as some war-orphan child of distant Lan cousins, sent to me on account of their deaths. I could raise him, or else give him to my cousin to raise; he’s got a large enough family that no one would question it.”

“Why would you do that?”

Lan Qiren looked at the woman who was dying, little more than a child herself. “Because of the children I can’t help.”

The old woman was quiet for a little while.

“Very well,” she said, and leaned forward to whisper the name the young woman had thought about for her child into his ear. “That works with Lan as a surname, wouldn’t it? That’s not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Lan Qiren agreed, and rolled up his sleeves, settling down beside the girl. “Not bad at all.”

[lighthouseas]

to my grave

another byler fic...ahaha...was in a silly goofy mood at 2 am again...it is based on that earlier post about mike getting vecna’d and trying to hide it. also i will say this is less byler focused and more from mike’s pov. so don’t expect kissing/fluffy stuff- this is angsty and sad because i’m just different like that.

words: 1k

tw/cw: swearing, suicidal tendencies, internalized homophobia

It was happening again.

Mike bit his lip in a poor attempt to hide the sudden, shooting pain that was seemingly being speared through his head; to his immense relief, the rest of the Party were busy fiddling with Dustin’s radio as he insisted he could reach Suzie with this new, “high tech” radio he’d snagged and they could have a “romantic conversation” while everyone else watched on in jealousy.  So far, his attempts hadn’t actually been successful.

“I’m- uh- I’m just going to go use the bathroom.” Mike could only mumble as the pain began getting more intense.  He could feel a pair of eyes trained on him as he tried his best to walk like a normal teenager up the stairs and safely into the bathroom.

He didn’t bother to think who the pair of eyes could be.

After what seemed like hours (though it was probably more like thirty seconds), Mike had safely slammed the door shut and hunched over the sink, the searing pain in his entire head making him want to simply rip his eyes out and flush them down the drain.  Hot tears streamed down his face as he stared at his reflection in the mirror- he’d gone ghostly pale, and a nosebleed that was beginning to form had already began dripping on his shirt.

It’d been like this for about five days now- ever since they’d gotten back from California and Hawkins had basically opened gates to hell.  He’d managed to hide it well.  Mike knew he shouldn’t be trying to conceal what was happening to him.  He knew what had happened to Max…and what had almost happened to El.  But his situation was…different.

And if his death was because he had to hide a secret he thought was stowed away so deeply within his bones that no one, not even Vecna, would be able to find it, then so be it. 

Because he would take this secret to his grave, if he had to.

It was the only way.

“F-fuck,” Mike placed a hand over his now rather sweaty forehead, sighing shakily. “Just fucking take me already, you fucker.  I can’t- I can’t-”

Mike was unable to finish his sentence as he felt his stomach lurch, and quickly rushed over to the toilet to vomit.  This was new.  So far, all it had been was headaches and nosebleeds.  Mike wasn’t actually aware Vecna could cause his victims to hurl.

Mike only had a moment for his stomach to rest before it dropped again as he heard a sharp knock at the door.  

“Mike?”

Shit.

“Mike, are you okay? You’ve been in there for a while…” Will sounded concerned. Mike prayed he hadn’t brought the rest of the Party up with him.

“Fine.  Fine.  Just…uh, food….food poisoning.”

“Jesus, Mike, are you alright?”

Mike was about to answer before he felt his stomach lurch again, and cursed Vecna’s powers or whatever shit he was doing to him as Will could clearly hear the ruckus from the bathroom from outside. Mike would’ve told him not to worry, that everything was perfectly fine and he just needed some water or whatever, but he didn’t have a chance to do any of that before the bathroom door flew open, and footsteps could be heard walking in.

“W-will, I’m fine, really-”

“Mike.” he kneeled down to Mike’s level, but Mike refused to look at him, a hot blush suddenly staining his already vomit-covered cheeks.  He must’ve looked ridiculous.

“Mike, look at me.”

The whole room had fallen silent.  Mike couldn’t help but feel something was slightly off about Will’s voice.  Chills ran down his spine as a single finger placed itself under Mike’s chin, forcing Mike to look at Will.

Except it wasn’t Will.

“Mike…you don’t need to hide from me.”

Mike’s breathing quickened as he stared directly into blank, white eyes, threatening to pierce through his already damaged heart.  

“It’s not real,” Mike murmured. “It’s not real, it’s not fucking real, he’s just fucking with you…” cold sweat covered Mike’s entire body as Vecna smirked.

“He’ll never love you, Mike.”

“It’s not real…”

“How could you think of him like that! You have a girlfriend…”

“Stop…”

“You’re just a dirty little liar, Mike, you always have been…”

“GO AWAY!”

“You can’t run from them, Mike…”

Mike closed his eyes, his breathing patterns now reaching the point of hyperventilation. “Stop, stop, STOP!!”

“Mike…your time is almost up. Mike….Mike…MIKE!”

Mike’s eyes shot open.  A grandfather clock hung in front of him, seemingly a centerpiece in an abyss of ugly, writhing black vines.  He clenched his fists, slamming them into his head, trying to make the pain go away, to make it disappear, to alter his brain so he could finally start feeling normal again.  

What even was normal? 

“Mike…Mike…MIKE!”

Someone had their arms wrapped tightly around him.  The bathroom was back to normal.  The grandfather clock had disappeared, and the entire Party was standing in the open door, each of them looking equally disturbed.  Mike’s breathing still hadn’t gone back to normal, and someone was holding him tightly, whispering comforting words in his ear.

“It’s okay. You’re safe.  He’s not here, he can’t get to you.”

It was Will.

So he had been at the bathroom door.

Judging by that, he’d definitely seen and heard everything that had just happened.  Mike wondered how long it had lasted.

“I’m sorry.” was all Mike could croak out.

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could’ve helped you! We know how to beat this thing!” Lucas yelled.  Mike’s “episode” had probably hit him the hardest since he had almost lost Max to it.  Twice. And now, she was in the hospital, nearly dead because of it.

Despite this, Mike couldn’t find the energy to formulate a response.

He didn’t really want to respond, anyways.  

“Give it a rest, guys,” Will murmured, gently running a hand down Mike’s hair.

Secretly, Mike just wanted to stay on the bathroom floor forever, Will running his hand through Mike’s curls as he essentially cuddled him like a lost teddy bear.  But he couldn’t do that.  Mike shot up, wiping the excess blood off of his nose and storming out of the bathroom.

“Mike! Stop it! Talk to us! What the hell was that?” Will shouted.

Of all people to ask him that, it had to be Will.  Mike stopped, a lump beginning to form in his throat as he tried to form a coherent sentence.  Will, Lucas, and Dustin all stared intently at him.  He bit his lip, training his eyes on the floor.

Will placed a hand on his shoulder, making Mike visibly flinch. “How long has it been going on?”

Mike could barely get words out. “F-five. Five days.”

Will dropped his hand from Mike’s shoulder, terror flooding his and their other friends’ faces.  Despite this, Mike could only look at Will, who stared intently back at him.  For a moment, the entire world seemed to melt away.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Will almost sounded hurt, somewhat like a little kindergartener.

Mike couldn’t take it anymore.  He absolutely hated the pitiful looks his friends were giving him.  He hated that Vecna had chosen to fuck with him because of his secret, his shameful, ugly fucking secret that he just wished would get banished to the Upside Down like everything else seemed to these days.

He jerked his shoulder away from Will’s hand, a sudden anger overtaking him. “Because,” he breathed, “I want to be taken.”

Mike didn’t stay to hear his friends yelling at him, or see Will’s look of utter betrayal.  He turned his back on them, just like he knew he was good at.  He turned his back on them, swinging the front door open and running out into the pouring rain.  Puffs of smoke from the Upside Down flooded the sky.  The world had gone to shit.  And he was fine going with it.

Because if it meant that he wouldn’t be in love with Will Byers anymore, it was worth it.

God, Mike would do anything for that boy.

“Take me,” Mike murmured. “I’m ready.”

And the world, in all of its misery, seemed to open up just for him.  Mike willingly fell, willingly looked into Vecna’s eyes, which seemed all the more inviting then they had been a few minutes ago. 

“You’re right.  He’ll never love me.”

“Mike…it’s time for your suffering…to end.”

[eliemo]

Little Talks

Summary: As Logan starts spending more time with the Duke in an effort to keep him under control, Remus has to come to terms with the fact that the way he treated Logan may have caused lasting damage after all.

TWs: RSD, violent thoughts, strong language, blood mention (it's Remus, what did you expect)

Pairings: Developing friendship. Can be seen as platonic or romantic Intrulogical

Notes: Thank you to @cheshirevalentine for helping me create and edit this. They're amazing and I love them dearly. Their AO3 is here!

Having Logan in his room was… weird.

Remus had known it was going to be happening. Logan had made the offer to stop by Remus’s room and let the Duke bounce his ideas off of someone. He’d let Remus ramble, listen to the flood of intrusive thoughts and gory, outrageous ideas, all so that Thomas wouldn’t have to.

Remus had cheerfully referred to Logic as his “test subject” the first time he’d come in, laughing outright at the way Logan’s face had screwed up in indignation.

He didn’t really plan on actually doing anything to Logan, despite the incredibly dangerous position the light side had put himself into. He mostly just talked, reciting each and every thought that came to his head in detail, watching to see if he could get an entertaining reaction out of the ever-stoic Logan Sanders.

It didn’t really work. Logan was stupidly boring with his stuffy clothes and perfect schedule and condescending eyebrow raises. He didn’t say much the first few times he stopped by, their “talks” only lasting ten-to-fifteen minutes at most, but after a week he seemed to warm up to the idea of talking to Remus a little.

He’d ask questions- ask where Remus had gotten an idea, or ask him to expand on a particularly disturbing thought- and while Remus didn’t always have an answer, it was nice to not be completely shoved aside and ignored for once. Besides, Remus always thought of the best answers to those sorts of things on the spot. He liked the challenge of having to think on his feet.

It was still weird, though. But Logan kept showing up, day after day, and Remus could almost pretend he wasn’t the only one enjoying their talks.

He knew that Logan didn’t want to be here, of course. Their meetings were on his calendar, so it was obviously an obligation. He was doing it so Thomas could get some sleep, and Remus could be a little less of a burden. Of course.

Remus had only only expected it to last a few days, if he was honest. A week at most. He knew he was a lot to deal with, especially alone, and he knew it would only be a matter of time until Logan decided it was all too much and forgot all about their little “arrangement”.

But Logan came back the next week, and the week after that, and soon fifteen minutes turned into twenty, then thirty, and some days he even stayed almost a whole hour.

Remus found he actually felt a little less agitated after Logan left, his head just a tiny bit more quiet. Tormenting Thomas was the closest thing he’d ever had to talking things out, and it was a little discouraging when the reactions were either horrified screams, insults, or pretending he didn’t exist.

Logan actually listened. He listened and engaged.

Remus loved Janus. And Deceit did what he could, but he didn’t have the same tolerance as Logan did for some of the gross things Remus came up with.

Maybe Logic would be open to dissecting something with him sometime…?

-

He should have known it wouldn’t last. Nobody stuck around Remus very long. He always did something to fuck it up.

He really should have known the way he’d treated Logan when he’d first made his appearance would be a problem. Logic separated himself from the Imagination, the side grounded deeply in reality, but a lack of lasting damage didn’t mean it hadn’t happened.

Remus had still hurt Logan to prove a point. And then had promptly moved on and forgotten about it until the next time it was brought up. Sometimes object permanence- or lack thereof- was a pain in the ass.

Remus had been ranting as usual, pacing around his room while Logan watched from the chair. He honestly couldn’t even remember what he was talking about, his mouth moving without much thought as it tended to do.

Whatever it was, he’d gotten worked up and excited, pacing the room, waving and flapping his arms as he talked, smile bright and mischievous and he whirled back to face Logan and-

And Logan flinched back, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands clutched the arm of his chair, shoulders hunched protectively.

It only lasted a second, Logan quickly pulling himself together and compulsively smoothing his tie once again. He seemed to do that when he was trying to pretend he was collected, Remus had noticed. His shoulders uncurled as he leaned forward again, but he wouldn’t quite look Remus in the eyes.

“Continue,” Logan said, when he realized Remus had stopped talking. “You were rambling about...something objectively disgusting.”

“I’m not stupid, you know.” Remus said, crossing his arms and ignoring the stupid, pointless hurt that blossomed in his chest when Logan couldn’t even recall what Remus had been saying. “I saw that.”

Logan blinked, staring at the Duke blankly. “Saw what?”

“You flinched.”

Logan scoffed, adjusting his glasses to avoid meeting Remus’s eyes. Again. “I did no such thing.”

“No, you did. I saw it.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Logan said, jumping right back into that emotionless facade he was so obsessed with. “Are you going to continue?”

Remus couldn’t even remember what he’d been talking about, his head flooded with images of Logan flinching away, eyes wide in terror, scrambling to get away.

Logan with a throwing star embedded in his forehead, with his mouth full of blood, crimson dripping down his forehead and chin, seeping into his pristine clothes and staining his tie. The thoughts seemed to dip into that spiral they always went down, swirling down the metaphorical drain pipe into his metaphorical pit-of-sewage excuse for a brain.

“No,” Remus said, shaking the thoughts away for the moment. Like stirring the cesspool a little so all the muck settled to the bottom. Metaphorically. “I’m good.”

Logan sighed, and Remus stepped away as the logical side stood up from his chair. “Then we’re done for the day.”

“Bye then.”

If there was one thing Remus was good at, it was pretending not to be bothered by the little things, by the way everyone perceived him. He was a terror and a burden, and he enjoyed it. It was funny! He didn’t care if he was liked, intrusive thoughts were never liked.

Remus flopped down on his bed, watching Logan’s back as he left. He was moving quickly, almost panicked, slipping out the door and closing it shut behind him.

Remus didn’t care if the stupid light sides liked him. He never had. But Logan… Logan was scared. Of him.

Scaring people was never the goal. Making Logan flinch like Remus was going to hurt him was never the goal.

Logan would deny it to his grave, of course. He was stupidly stubborn like that, somehow more stubborn than even Remus at times.

He’d insist that Logic had never felt a revolting feeling like fear in his life. He had no feelings on the matter, and Remus couldn’t frighten him because Logan had no feelings at all. Not enjoyment, not dislike, and not fear. Remus was another obligation on his schedule. Something to attend to. Nothing more.

And while Remus knew all of that was true… he also knew Logan was full of shit. He had feelings. His feelings might even be stronger than Patton’s or Roman’s. (Though it was doubtful. Weepy bitches they were- far too emotional for Remus’s tastes.)

And he was afraid of Remus. He’d made that perfectly clear today.

He… didn’t know how to fix that. His job wasn’t to fix problems. He made the problems. It’s better to start now than to never start at all, he supposed.

Well, obviously he had to start by finding a new coping mechanism. Logan was helpful, and possibly the healthiest outlet Remus had ever had, but he wouldn’t force someone who was terrified of him to come sit in his room and listen to him talk about guts and gore for an hour. He would have to find something to do in place of their talks.

A part of him doubted Logan would even come back again. Remus had caught him flinching, and with Remus’s reputation he wouldn’t be surprised if Logan assumed he would use the fear to his advantage.

And yeah, maybe under different circumstances he would have. Scaring people was fun but… not like this.

But that was fine, he could readjust to being alone. He’d done it before. He could lock himself in the Imagination, annoy Janus until he finally snapped and drove him away, maybe even pay Thomas another visit if he really got desperate.

He wasn’t disappointed. He’d gone his whole life without Logan’s company, he had no reason to miss it. It wasn’t fair to miss something he had barely begun to get used to. Logan was annoying and boring and stuck up, and Remus didn’t know why he enjoyed his company in the first place.

Not that he enjoyed it. He didn’t. He didn’t care.

He spent all night feeding himself those repeating lies, preparing to entertain himself all on his own tomorrow, so he was almost more annoyed than surprised when Logan walked right into his room the next day, same time as always.

Remus sat up in bed, watching in disbelief as Logan made his way to the chair and set his notebook on the table, settling in like nothing had changed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

Logan looked up at him, hands folded neatly in his lap. “I said I would make an effort to see you everyday. I put it in my schedule. If I’m not going to be able to make it, I will inform you the day before.”

“Oh,” Remus said, not bothering to move from the bed. “Well, that’s boring and predictable.”

“I prefer to have a schedule rather than do things on a whim. And I’m here now.”

“Yes,” Remus said, shifting to stare blankly at the wall beside Logan’s head. He bet he could spit that far if he really tried. “You are.”

There was a beat of silence that didn’t often exist in Remus’s room. Usually he would start talking right away about whatever late night thoughts he’d been plagued with, chatting on excitedly until Logan cut in to add something dumb and nerdy.

Remus didn’t plan on breaking the silence this time, choosing to sit and quietly dwell on his thoughts on his own, smirking at the utterly baffled look on Logan’s face.

Logan cleared his throat, frowning slightly. “What’s on your mind?”

“Lot’s of things!”

“Are you going to talk about them?” Logan asked. “That is why I’m here.”

“Nah.” He hated this, hated the way Logan was pretending to care, like he didn’t want to get up right now and run as far away from Remus as possible. Just like everyone else. “Intrusive thoughts aren’t always words, Nerdy Wolverine.”

He saw Logan shift uncomfortably, eyes darting briefly to the door, and Remus realized that might not have been the best way to phrase things.

“Ah,” Logan said, sitting back like he wasn’t terrified. “You can always show me instead. That is what I’m here for.”

“I’m good,” Remus said, doing his best to sound uncaring. “It’s gross.”

“Yes, I’m aware it probably is.” Another beat of silence and Logan sighed, standing from his chair. “Remus. The point of me being here is to keep Thomas’s intrusive thoughts under control. We’ve discussed this.”

And Remus knew Logan didn’t actually enjoy Remus’s company, he’d known that from the beginning, but it still hurt to hear. It hurt something fierce, a deep, sharp slash in his chest that he would swear he could feel, that he was just something to “keep under control”.

He pushed the feeling down, flashing Logan a toothy grin that he knew looked ridiculously fake. “Okay.”

Logan sighed again, pushing up his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. Remus wondered if he could frustrate Logic into storming out. “I’m here to help you.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“You do,” Logan argued, like he had any idea. “Surely talking to someone is better than being alone with your thoughts,”

Remus scowled, shoving himself off the bed and stalking past Logan, moving towards one of the various piles of rubble and bones scattered around his room. He bet Logan hated how cluttered it was in here.

“At least my thoughts don’t pretend to care about me.”

Remus kicked idly at something that looked a bit like a spine, staring blankly at the floor as he let his words settle.

“What?” Logan sounded genuinely confused for the first time. “What does that mean?”

“Hm?” Remus glanced over his shoulder, grinning. “What did I say?”

Logan stepped forward, shoes clicking against the floor, echoing against the now silent room. “I do not understand why you’re suddenly being difficult.”

“Suddenly?”

“Yes, suddenly,” Logan said, and Remus turned away again with an eye roll. “We had an arrangement.”

“Did we?”

“Yes.” Logan touched his arm, and Remus yanked away so fast he thought he might have pulled something. “This is beneficial for everyone.”

“Right,” Remus scoffed. “For everyone.”

Logan actually had the audacity to look taken aback, brow drawing in further confusion. “Yes? You have an outlet, and Thomas gets a break.”

“I don’t need it. I can bash skulls in the Imagination.”

“Which is significantly more unhealthy.”

Remus shrugged, kicking another bone until it slammed into the wall. “It’s easy and fun.”

“We were doing fine,” Logan said, trying to move around him so Remus would meet his gaze. “I thought coming in to talk to you was helping.”

“You don’t care,” Remus snapped. “And you don’t want to listen.”

“I want to,” Logan said. “That is why I’m here.”

“Right.”

“I am incredibly busy, Remus,” Logan said, and Remus felt like he was being lectured. “I would not be here if I didn’t want to be.”

“Then get gone!” Remus spun around gesturing to the door. “Just fucking leave already!”

“I think I’d prefer to stay.”

“You said you’re busy,” Remus snarled. “If you’re so busy you don’t need to carve out time for me.”

“I chose to.”

“Thomas can live with intrusive thoughts,” Remus said. “He’ll be fine. Patton and Virgil will ease up eventually. You should be focused on them.”

“I have been.” Logan was still staring at him, and at this point Remus was considering storming out of his own room. “I have time for you.”

“I thought you were busy,” Remus argued, back to being difficult on purpose. “Which is it? Are you busy or do you have time?”

Logan sighed, and now Remus felt like a child throwing a tantrum. “I’ve made time. I’m making time for you.”

“Right.”

“I don’t understand what changed,” Logan said. “I thought you were getting some enjoyment out of our talks.”

“Yeah, I was,” Remus admitted because despite everything, that was the truth. “But you aren’t.”

It took a moment for Logan to respond, no less confused than before. “I am perfectly content.”

“Yeah?” Remus finally turned around to face him, looking the logical side right in the eyes. “Then why did you flinch?”

Logan blinked, shoulders tense, a mix of panic and understanding flickering in his eyes. “I...did not flinch.”

“Yes, you did. Don’t lie.”

It was Logan’s turn to scoff, like Remus was being ridiculous and dramatic. And he often was, but he was serious this time. “I don’t see how one involuntary movement has become such a big deal.”

Remus didn’t look away, even as Logan’s eyes began to wander. “You’re afraid of me.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Logan said. “I do not feel fear.”

“Yes you do.” Remus stepped closer, taking in the way Logan’s jaw clenched. “You have feelings.”

“No I don’t.”

“You do.”

“You’re figuratively jumping to conclusions,” Logan said, quickly changing the subject. “I am perfectly content spending time with you.”

“I’m not jumping to anything,” Remus said. “You’re scared.”

Logan rolled his eyes, hands lifting to brush over his tie before crossing his arms across his chest. Compulsory comfort action.

“You think you saw me flinch once and now you believe that I’m afraid of you, when there is no logical reason to be. You cannot cause any lasting damage to me, so I—”

Remus lifted a hand without warning, fast and sudden like he was going to strike Logan, keeping it frozen in the air as he took in the reaction before him.

Logan flinched back as soon as Remus moved, his own hands moving to protect his face, eyes glued to Remus’s raised arm, widening in genuine fear and shock.

Remus sighed, slowly lowering his hand as he watched Logan struggle to compose himself. “You’re afraid of me.”

“No,” Logan still had the audacity to argue. “I am not.”

“You flinched.”

Logan fixed his tie again. Remus knew it was some kind of nervous tic. “You startled me.”

“I lifted my hand.”

“Yes,” Logan agreed. “Unexpectedly.”

Remus sighed and stepped back out of Logan’s space, too tired to keep arguing.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He winced at his own words, images flashing in his mind of Logan stumbling backwards with wide eyes, of Logan covered in blood, of Patton screaming. “Not again, anyway.”

“Well,” Logan said, carefully clearing his throat. “You can understand that I wasn’t exactly…sure. That does not mean I dislike you. Or that I’m frightened of you.”

Remus found himself looking at his shoes, trying and failing to get images of Logan hurt, Logan dying, out of his stupid cesspool sewage pipe head.

He wondered if this was what guilt felt like. If it was, maybe he should start being nicer to Patton. This sucked dick and balls.

“I won’t.”

“And I appreciate that,” Logan said. “But you could not cause any lasting damage to me anyway.”

“So? It still, like… hurt you. I’m not gonna do it again.”

“Well then, I have no reason to be afraid.” Logan straightened, smiling at Remus like that had just solved everything. “Which I wasn’t in the first place.”

Remus’s eyes narrowed. “You flinched.”

“Yes I did,” Logan admitted. “I apologize for that. I can assure you it won’t happen again.”

Remus didn’t move, staring at Logan in disbelief, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. He hoped the exhaustion on his face resembled a glare at least a little bit.

“I don’t… understand,” Logan said, and Remus couldn't even stay mad at him. “Was an apology not what you wanted?”

“No, Logan. I don’t want anything.”

Logan tilted his head slightly, brow furrowed, and Remus could practically see the gears turning as he looked Remus over. “You’re still upset.”

“Why’re you still here?” Remus finally demanded, throwing his arms out in exasperation. “If you’re afraid of me why don’t you just leave?”

Logan blinked, seemingly unfazed. “Because I enjoy talking to you.”

Logic may as well have just punched him right in the chest, the air leaving his lungs in a rush as he took a step back, choking out a shocked laugh. “That can’t be it.”

Logan frowned. “Why not?”

“Nobody enjoys talking to me.”

“Well,” Logan said slowly, and it was like Remus could see some of his walls coming down. “If it helps, no one particularly enjoys talking to me, either.”

Remus wasn’t entirely convinced that was true, but he figured he wasn’t the right one to give Logan a talk on self esteem.

“I like talking to you,” he said instead. “I just think you’re kinda stuffy.”

“I enjoy talking to you as well,” Logan said, and it really did sound like he meant it. “I would just prefer if your more violent thoughts were not physically manifested.”

“Oh.” Remus swallowed, absolutely refusing to show Logic how much this meant to him. He wasn’t going to cry. “Yeah, I can...do that. Sure.”

“Then I’m glad we could come to an understanding,” Logan said, right back to the stiff, professional persona Remus was learning to see right through. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Remus nodded, and realized he was actually starting to believe him this time. “Yeah. Ok. That’s good.”

Logan stepped back out of Remus’s space and Remus quickly did the same, the two of them standing on opposite sides of the Duke’s now painfully silent bedroom.

“I can leave,” Logan said after a moment. “If you’d still like me to.”

Remus hesitated, fighting to keep acting like he didn’t care. “Do you want to leave?”

“Not particularly,” Logan said, and Remus hadn’t expected to feel so relieved. “But it’s your room. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not.” Remus moved back to his bed, dropping himself unceremoniously onto his back. “Don’t leave if you don’t want to. I don’t care.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

Logan pulled up his usual chair, leaning back comfortably as he picked his notebook back up and began flipping idly through it. He looked content and relaxed when Remus risked a glance in his direction, and he smiled to himself.

“You can talk if you like,” Logan said, glancing up from the pages. “I’m listening.”

Remus did eventually start talking, dumping his latest ideas on Logan like he usually did, diving into last night’s fantasy of setting an office building on fire in the middle of the week.

Logan had added on, and Remus had listened intently as he’d recited statistics and calculations, the likelihood of survival, and the two of them eventually decided it would be a waste of time, the fire likely to be put out before even causing any real damage to the building.

That was a talent Logan had. He could get Remus to let go of a thought that typically wouldn’t have left him alone for weeks.

It wasn’t until Logan had stood up to leave for dinner, promising he’d be back at the same time tomorrow, that Remus realized Logan had stayed twice as long as he usually did.

Huh.

Weird.

[kaidsos]

Exposure || Hitoshi Shinso

summary :: your relationship with Shinso is exposed.

warning: cursing, smut, monoma is a bigger ass than usual, probably grammar/spelling errors

note: university!ua, aged-up, secret relationship, bsf bakugou, spanking, daddy shinso, begging, slight fluff

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The breeze whipped against you as you stepped out into the night. Your arms wrapping around yourself and fisting the thin material of your t-shirt. It was well past curfew, but you had grown accustom to sneaking out.

You slipped behind the building, being mindful of your steps as you moved further into the shadows. No lights were shining through the windows as the other students had long since gone to bed. Despite the full moon hanging high in the sky, there was nothing to illuminate the path and you had no choice but to rely on muscle memory.

Then there was a soft wisp of fabric and a tentative touch to your waist. Warm fingers grazed the skin where your shirt had bunched up and you relaxed into the familiar sensation.

"There's my kitten."

Shinso dug his fingertips into your sides as he pulled you flush against his chest. His head dipping until his face was tucked into your neck. "I was worried you didn't get my message."

"My phone died before I could reply." You mumbled as you twisted in his grasp. "I didn't want to make you wait too long."

Your hands lifted to his waist, thumbs hooking in the band of his UA sweatpants. The dark patches beneath his eyes hadn't worsened since you saw him last and you knew he’d been overworking himself. A frown etched onto your features as you pressed closer to him.

"Stop pouting," he murmured as he dropped his head to rest on yours. "I've missed you."

With exams quickly approaching you hadn’t been able to see each other through the week. Your days consumed with class or training while your nights were spent studying and preferably rest. That was something your boyfriend had clearly missed out on.

"I missed you so much." You sighed, leaning into his touch.

Keeping your relationship quiet had been relatively easy before. You had slipped away with one another at any given chance and when the weeks were long you had always had the weekends!

Until you didn’t.

His training with Aizawa only became more time consuming and you had fully immersed yourself into studies. With the weekend coming to an end you couldn’t help but wonder if the secret was worth it.

It had made sense in the beginning. With a best friend like Katsuki Bakugou it was a bit difficult to attract romantic attention. He was protective and moody and he already disliked the sly general studies student.

Shinso had been an outcast among his peers. It had improved after the first Sports Festival, though not everyone had been swayed. You heard the whispers that followed him, noticed how eyes would linger on his broad form as he sulked down the halls. When the words didn't cut deep enough, some got bold enough to step up and if they were foolish enough to challenge him—

"Kitty," He said lowly, hand lifting to wrap around your throat in an attempt to pull your attention back to him. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"

You let out a soft gum as you met his gaze. “Would you be happier if others knew about us?"

The thumb that had been caressing your jugular paused, his brow furrowing for a moment as his eyes narrowed. "I've never cared about others. I care about you. As long as you're mine it doesn't matter who knows."

"In other words you're leaving it up to me." You grumbled, not bothering to resist the urge to roll your eyes. A low growl pushed past his lips as he twisted you on your feet, pushing forward until your back was pressed against the cool stone. You gasped in surprise, back arching away from the cold. "Toshi—"

"You've got an attitude tonight." His hips knocked against yours as he pressed forward again, chuckling when you whimpered. “Where's your jacket, kitten?"

"I-I was in a hurry to see you and forgot it."

A lazy grin tugged at his lips and his eyes flickering over your frame before he moved away. He reached back to grasp the hoodie, pale skin catching your eyes as the material bunched above his hips.

Shinso had trained hard to get into the hero program and it showed. His frame had broadened, muscles strengthening to the point that they rippled without his intent. You had found yourself staring at him far more than you cared to admit. Whether it was in class, the commons, or across the cafeteria— he always stood out among the others.

Suddenly a ball of fabric hit you in the face, spurring you into a fit of giggles as you fumbled to keep it off the ground. You wasted no time pulling the sweatshirt over your head. It was still warm from Shinso and you inhaled deeply at his lingering scent.

When you finally met his gaze again his brow was quirked in amusement. You rolled your eyes, quickly adverted your gaze so the hood dropped to hide you from view.

Shinso slipped his hands past the hood, gripping the base of your neck and tilting your head back. "Silly kitty," he hummed, lips brushing against yours. "I didn't realize giving you my sweatshirt would have such a thrilling response."

His words did nothing to ease your embarrassment. A soft whine slid past your lips as he forced you to hold his gaze and you barely began stuttering out a response when he closed the space between you.

Your breath caught as his mouth moved against yours and he lazily rolled his tongue along the seam of your lips. When you didn't immediately part he snarled, a hand dropping to grasp your hip as he shoved a knee between your thighs. A harsh jolt of his leg caused you to inhale sharply and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue past your lips.

"Alright, kitten," he spoke into the kiss. "Time to go back inside before you get sick."

Your brow furrowed in hazy confusion, " I thought we were..."

"You have no idea how badly I want to." Shinso grumbled, mouth trailing along your jaw. "But the next time I touch you I'm not stopping until I've had my fill, and kitten, I'm starving."

His teeth sunk into your neck at his words, pulling a soft moan from you as your fingers threaded through his thick locks. Just before you were sure a mark would be left he pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to the irritated skin.

"Like I said it's getting cold and I don't want you getting sick." He placed a final searing kiss to your lips before pulling away.

•

You overslept the following morning.

It had been thundering fists against you door that had woke you up. Bakugou had called you every name but your own as you fumbled to let him inside.

"You're late, dumbass." He snapped, pushing his way into the room and plopping onto your bed.

You scoffed, but said nothing as you began racing around the room. It wasn't until you had shoved your things into a bag and started gathering your uniform that you paused.

"What the fuck!" You snapped, throwing your hands up in defeat. "I don't have a shirt."

"Wear your extra." He replied dryly, earning a glare from you.

You didn't bother hiding the roll of your eyes. "Wow, why didn't I think of that?"

"Watch it, idiot! I'm not the one who loses everything." Bakugou snarled before pushing to his feet and marching across the room. He grabbed the black sweatshirt that had been draped across the desk chair and slung it at you. "Go!"

A groan pushed past your lips as you stomped into the bathroom. You were quick to pull on the pieces of uniform you could find. There was a slight shake to your hands as you got dressed and you weren’t surprised with your abrupt morning. You fisted the fabric of the sweatshirt, lifting it to your nose and inhaling deeply before taking a final glance at yourself in the mirror.

Aizawa had very little to say about your uniform mishap. His gaze had only lingered on the black material for a moment before warning you not to make it a habit.

"I've never seen this before, Y/N." Mina chirped, reaching out to pinch the hoodie between her fingers as she flashed you a cheeky grin. "I'd have stolen it by now."

"I just got it the other night— day! I got it the other day." You nearly cringed as Mina's eyes narrowed.

"What are you looking at, extra?" Bakugou suddenly snapped, pulling your attention away.

You followed his gaze to the back of the room and locked with purple hues. Shinsou's lips quirked up for the slightest moment before looking past you to meet the explosive blond's eye. The warmth that his features held for you was nowhere in sight as he scoffed at the other male.

However, no words were spoken before the bell rang out.

The remainder of the day seemed to go by without any more incidents. You had felt an overwhelming sense of comfort wearing your boyfriend's sweatshirt. Though you would never admit it the time without him had been hard. Harder than you ever thought it would be.

You had enjoyed sneaking around, you both did, that's why it had gone on without a hitch for months. There was something about rushed touches and stolen glances that left you spinning in delight.

Before you were able to succumb to your thoughts your name was called. Your eyes trailed over the campus grounds in search of whoever had called for you and sure enough you caught sight of Kirishima waving you over.

A laugh had barely slid past your lips when you slammed into a solid frame. You let out a surprised yelp as you stumbled to the ground and landed on your bottom with a groan.

"I thought class 1A students were meant to be agile."

You didn't bother hiding the look of disdain that crossed your features as you looked up at Monoma. He had the nerve to sneer as is he hadn’t been the one to knock you off balance in the first place.

"Go screw yourself." You hissed, pushing yourself to your feet.

Before you were able to move past him he grasped your wrist. "Why don't you do us all a favor and drop out of the hero course? I think you've wasted enough of UAs time."

“Let go of me." You pulled harshly at his grip, which only tightened in response.

"Let go of you?" He feigned a moment of thought. "I'll tell you what, if you can—"

Whatever game he had been wanting to play died on his tongue as a sharp smack rang out. You were released so suddenly you nearly lost your balance.

The hand that had been holding you was in the crushing grip of Shinso, who stood tall between you and the other male. You couldn't quite catch a glimpse of his face, but the frightened gleam in Monoma's eyes told you enough.

A crowd had formed around your trio, the sudden intrusion unsurprisingly catching their interest. You instinctively shifted closer to Shinsou, who was still barring down on the stuttering blond. "W-what—"

"Stay away from things that aren't yours." Your boyfriend snarled, fingers tightening around Monoma’s wrist until it popped.

"You think she's yours?" He snapped, glancing nervously at the crowd before finally ripping his hand free. "You're delusional.”

Shinso didn't gift him with a response. Instead, he turned his focus on you and for a brief moment, you understood why Monoma had looked so frightened.

The purple-haired male easily towered over you both and his stature seemed to double in size as he held himself firmly between you. His jaw was set so tightly you were surprised his teeth didn't shatter and there was a predatory gleam to his usually passive gaze that made your chest swell in excitement.

Mistaking your observation as hesitation, Shinso held his hands by his sides. His palms turned towards you in surrender as his gaze softened, "kitten?"

The secret seemed so pointless.

Shinso had claimed you and it was as if everyone held their breath for your response. He had every bit of faith in your ability to protect yourself, but he had reacted out of instinct. You knew by the way his back stiffened beneath the curious eyes that he hadn't thought it through. He looked desperate and seraphic and you could not remember why you had kept him hidden for so long.

"Hitoshi—"

That was all it took. With a single stride he had closed the distance between you, head dipping to press his forehead against yours.

Wordlessly, he plucked the hand you had been holding protectively against you. A low rumble that could only be described as a growl vibrated from his chest as he stared down at the blooming marks. Had he really grabbed you that hard?

"Monoma?" Shinso pressed four fingers to your wrist, dangling it softly in the air as he turned on the blond with a heavy gaze.

His wide eyes flickered between you and your boyfriend before he replied. "What?"

The moment the word had left his lips his frame froze and a murmur rolled over the crowd. His shoulders had a strange slouch to them, his back was straight and his eyes were still locked with yours.

"Why are you looking at them? Look at me."

Unsurprisingly, he obeyed.

"Your quirk doesn't quite work when you can't think for yourself, does it?"

There was a humorless jape in his tone, a low rumble that shot straight to your core. His tongue clicked against his teeth as he spoke once more. "I'll make this quick. You don't look at them. Don't speak to them. Don't even allow them to cross your mind."

And it was over.

Monoma stumbled back in shock as he regained control over himself, heat flooding his cheeks as he hurried away from the crowd. You didn't bother to watch him retreat as you reached out for Shinso.

He let out a soft sigh as you grasped at his uniform blazer, turning his attention back to you. For a moment his gaze flickered down to your wrist, but this time you tugged the sleeve of his sweatshirt down.

"Can we please leave?" You asked softly, all too aware of the crowd around you.

"Of course."

•

"That's my good kitty."

Your back arched from the mattress as Shinso pressed his tongue flat against your clit and lapped at it lazily. His thumb rolled over your hip, attempting to soothe the area he had gripped when he trapped you beneath him. He ran his tongue along your slit before finally delving inside of you.

A moan tore from your throat and he pressed his palm flat again your stomach to hold you in place. Your thighs trembled as the coil in your stomach tightened, so close to bursting free if he would just—

"Hitoshi!" His name pushes past your lips as your thighs clench around his head. Your hips rocked against his face and he moaned into your heat, licking and sucking at your core.

Then he was gone.

You couldn't bite back a whine of annoyance, however, the feeling was short-lived as long fingers curled around your throat. Shinso’s broad frame hover above you, eyes heavy with lust as an almost cruel smirk twisted at his lips.

"What's my name?"

"Daddy!" You blurted out, face heating as you realized your mistake. "I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to!"

He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, head shaking slowly as he held your wide gaze. "You know better kitten. I'll have to punish you."

Another whine in protest fell upon deaf ears as he pulled you up by your neck. It wasn't until the both of you were on your knees, chest to chest, that he released your throat in favor of gripping the back of your neck. "Bend over for daddy."

You did as he ordered, heart jolting in your chest as he led you to press your face against the mattress. Your back arched in an attempt to grind your ass against him, desperate for some type of friction. A low groan vibrated in his chest as his clothed cock rubbed between your soaking slit. "Take your punishment like a good kitty and daddy might let you cum."

"Look how pretty you are." He purred softly, smacking his palm down on your ass in contradiction to his tone. "That was one. Count for me."

Another harsh slap sent you forward, teeth sinking into your lips as you spoke. "Two."

"Three." Came another. You felt yourself clench at the painful pleasure, eyes screwing shut in an attempt to suppress a moan.

Shinso let out a low chuckle as he bent down to press a soft kiss to your reddening skin. "You're not meant to enjoy this, kitten."

"I'm sor— four!" You rushed out as his hand connected with your opposite cheek. Then again, "five!"

"You're fucking dripping." He murmured and for a moment you weren't sure if he was taking to you or himself. "I bet you'd cum on my cock the second I shoved it inside of you."

His fingers kneaded into your rear before smacking against you once more. You had barely gotten out the number when it broke into a moan as Shinso reached around to pinch your clit between his fingers.

"You want daddy to stretch you with his fat cock? Do you think you earned it?"

"Yes! Please daddy, I need you so bad. It's been too long!" You whimpered and despite your frazzled state, you were able to murmur the next count of his hand.

Then you felt the head of his dick at your entrance, prodding slightly as he split you over his tip. He was thick and veiny and despite the number of times he had fucked into your pussy he always seemed to stretch you just right.

You couldn't hold back your moans as he fully sheathed himself inside you, hand connecting with your ass once more before holding you in place. When he made no motion to move you whined, attempting to roll your hips back against him only to earn another smack.

"Two more for missing your count." He snarled, "don't you dare fucking move."

Another smack rang out and you whimpered, cunt clenching down around his length as you fought the urge to shift. "N-nine."

His cock jumped inside you, spurring another moan from your lips as you fisted the sheets. The final slap was loud and it stung against your raw skin. You stuttered out the final count and he pulled from you, only to slam his hip into your tailbone as he sunk deeper than before.

Shinso let out a groan, fingertips digging into your asscheeks and spreading them as he watched himself fuck into your tight heat. "I can feel how close you are. You wanna cum on daddy's cock?"

You nodded wildly as you pushed back to meet his thrusts despite your trembling legs. "Please let me cum. Please, please, please!"

His lips covered every inch of skin he could reach, sucking and biting as he shifted hips to buck deeply into you. "Cum for me, kitty."

All of your self-control vanished at his words, your body twitching against him as you finally allowed yourself to succumb. Your cunt pulsed around him, spurring curses and moans that echoed in your ears as you finally reached your peak.

Shinso shifted his hips, hitting against the sweet spot he has grown all too familiar with, spurring you into a moaning mess beneath him. "Roll over, baby— I wanna see you."

Despite the haze from your orgasm you caught the change in his tone and your brow furrowed as you rolled onto your back. He wasted no time gripping the curve of your knee, pushing it into the air to get a clear view of your sopping pussy. His other hand wrapped around his hardened length, pumping it slowly as he stared down at you.

He drug the head of his cock along your slit and he let out a low hum as he slid the tip in, only to pull it out again. You were a moaning mess by the time he sunk into you, babbling nonsense as he hit up into your sweet spot.

Shinso dipped to press his lips against you, praise spilling from his lips as his hands sought out your own. He laced your fingers together, effectively pinning your arms to the bed. Your second orgasm took you by surprise and you arched from the bed, legs tightening around his waist as heat licked up your spine.

He fucked you through it again, however, when the bliss began to fade he waste no time running slow circles against your clit. You jumped at the contact, brow furrowing as you met his gaze with a whine.

The haze you were losing yourself in had a moment of clarity as he stared down at you. His eyes were blown wide with lust, however, there was an ounce of something else you hadn't seen before. He almost looked sad—

"You're mine." Shinsou muttered breathlessly, and while it had been a statement you couldn't help but see the concern in his gaze.

"I'm yours." You whispered and moment the words left you his mouth was on yours, smothering you with a searing kiss as his languid thrusts picked up once more.

"Mine, mine, mine.” He growled, enunciating each word with a hard thrust. The fingers that were on your clit sped up in time with his hips, "come with me— fuck! Come with daddy."

You spiraled over the edge for a final time, fingers tangling in his purple locks before you pulled him into a kiss. Shinso sunk his teeth into your bottom lip as he fucked into you, chasing his own climax. He moaned into your mouth when his hips rolled against yours and hot ropes of cum covered your fluttering walls.

After a few more lazy thrusts he rocked onto his knees, reaching between you to grip the base of his cock as he slowly pulled out. He let out a groan as he watched his cum seep from your used cunt, hot and white and all his.

You were his.

"Are you okay? That was differ—"

"I love you."

Your heart leaped at his confession, eyes widening as you stared up at him. Your words were barely above a shocked whisper as you replied, "I love you too."

•

"Open the fucking door, extra!"

[alicanta77]

NCT Dream Reaction: Realising they’re falling in love with you

Mark:

literally malfunctions when he realises

can’t look you in the eye for a week while he figures out if this is real or not

just wouldn’t know what to say so he avoids you slightly

then you walk into the practice room, armed with food and you make eye contact

he watches as you smile at him and when he can’t stop himself from smiling back, he just stops in his tracks

‘oh shit... this is real’

everybody somehow melted away into the background and it was as if you were all that mark could see

greets you with a hug and is very aware of how hard his heart is beating

immediately offers to carry the food for you and hands it out to the other members

finds himself drawn towards you

literally drawn towards you

like subconsciously sits next to you and finds himself always standing near you

this does not go unnoticed by the boys who definitely question him about it and when mark says he doesn’t realise he was doing it

the teasing begins all of them screaming about how mark was in love

but for once, mark didn’t mind

his was completely in love with you and nothing could take that away from him or wipe the smile off his face

Renjun:

actually recognises when he’s falling for you so he’s less surprised by it

it doesn’t suddenly hit him one day that he fell for you

in fact fell is the wrong word

renjun wouldn’t say he fell for you, that’s too abrupt and harsh

he more drifted like a leaf carried by the gentle summer breeze

and he just let himself

everyday he felt himself just sinking further and further into the feeling of loving you

and just allowed himself to be submerged in his love for you

it was only when he really thought about it one day that he realised just how deeply in love with you he was

he was talking to jaemin about you and it was like his eyes were suddenly opened

“i- i just can’t imagine ever not feeling this way about them...”

jaemin just stared at his friend's blatant honestly

“you really love them don’t you?”

“i really do”

finds that you add more colour to his life

anytime you’re around the world around him, the flowers are more vibrant, the sun shines bright and the air is purer

you add goodness to his life

and renjun knows that he would do anything to keep you in his life for as long as he can

Jeno:

something about realising this almost comforts him

i mean

don’t get me wrong, he still freaks out slightly

but he’s more relieved he knows

‘ahhhhhh that’s what it is i love them’

‘OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM?!?!?!?!’

whirls around to look at you and sees you laughing with renjun in the corner of the room

and just melts into a smile of his own as he sinks back into his chair with one comforting thought

‘yeah.... i love them’

relaxes slightly in just knowing that he loves you

like now he knows exactly what he’s feeling rather than getting confused as to why it’s only your opinion that really matters to him

smiles at you 24/7

literally he is just always smiling around you

and always laughs or giggles when you do

that’s what gives it away to the other boys who went nuts when they figured it out

they try to convince him to tell you but jeno brushes them off

he will one day but for now, he’s happy where he is

he gets to love you, and that alone makes him the luckiest person alive

Donghyuck:

this boy would absolutely freeze when it clicked

becomes the human embodiment of the shocked Pikachu emoji

he’s spoken to johnny about you and johnny told him that he was probably in love

and he’d always brushed it off, thinking there was no way he’d fallen that hard

but he’d never really realised it until this very moment

you’ve got no makeup on, you’re wearing an oversized shirt and baggy trouser and to hyuck you’ve never looked more beautiful

one look at you and his mind just went

‘i love you’

he just stares at you while his mind’s running at a million miles a second

trying to process all this new information and what to do with it

the he realises you’re looking at him with a concerned look

“you okay hyuck?”

and he just melts into the softest smile ever

“i’ve never been better.”

and he really means it

is still teasing with you, but almost in a more complimentary way

and becomes a bit more affectionate with you

that you barely notice cause this boy is made of cuddles

but he just loves being near you and holding you

and he never wants to let you go

Jaemin:

for as romantic and loving as jaemin is

i don’t think he really clicked that he loved you for a while

he’s used to being caring and loving for pretty much everyone

so doesn’t notice when he stops doing it for you out of the kindness of his heart and does it because he cares for you more than you know

it was only when jeno turned around one day and asked him about it that it sank in for jaemin

“so how long have you actually been in love with yn for?”

“huh? i’m not- oh... i guess longer than i can remember...”

the next time he looks at you he almost kicks himself for not realising it earlier

how could he not know, i mean its YOU FOR GODS SAKE

as soon as he realises he becomes very aware of how much more he loves you each day

and actually enjoys the feeling

likes the butterflies he always gets in his chest when you hug him or grab his hand

or the way he can’t stop himself from smiling every time you laugh

to him loving you reminds him that he has something so important to him that he would do anything to protect

treasures every moment that he gets to share with the person he loves and is always thinking about when he can see you next

Chenle:

is in DENIAL

is the only other one who notices when he starts to fall for you

recognises pretty quickly that this isn’t how he normally feels about friends and puts two and two together

however even as he’s falling for you

he keeps telling himself that he’ll be fine and it’s just a crush and nothing to worry about

yet is proven drastically when you call him, almost in tears after literally the worst day ever

everything had gone wrong and chenle immediately told you to come around to his

he literally prepared everything: he drew a bath, gave you a hoodie of his to wear, rented your favourite movie, got your favourite takeout and got flowers delivered to your house for the next day

does literally everything he can to make you happy again

and when this gets back to jisung, he literally just raises an eyebrow at his friend and chenle knows he’s screwed

initially doesn’t really know how he should feel about it

this is all new to him and his job is hard, he knew management wouldn’t be okay with it, not to mention some fans reactions

but still, chenle couldn’t stop himself from being drawn to you

and he couldn’t help how addictive it felt to be in love with you

and he decided that maybe you were worth any risk he may have to take

Jisung:

wouldn’t be as nervous or panic filled as some of the other members

but would be a LOT more confused

he wouldn’t really realise that what he was feeling was love

he just thought that you were the most amazing person on the planet and he was lucky to be able to spend any time with you

it ends up being jaemin and renjun who stage in intervention for the boy

renjun talking some sense into him and jaemin making him watch about 50000 dramas to try and figure it out

if that doesn’t work then they may just tell him outright

and watch as he just malfunctions while he tries to figure it out

“love? this is love?”

“jisung do you feel about us the same way you feel about y/n?”

“oh my god no! i love y/n in a completely different way to you. oh...”

now he starts to get scared about it

cause he doesn’t know what’s going on or what’s going to happen next

doesn’t know what this means for him or how to stop this

but most of all, is scared of the fact that he doesn’t want to stop all this

he doesn’t want any of it to ever stop

however, the only that doesn’t scare him

is that it’s all happening with you

[narutogwriting]

hii, could you do a naruto x reader fic the day/evening before naruto becomes hokage n he and the reader are discussing their future , if they want kids, if they will get married and reminiscing about the past ( maybe about how they met or significant moments ) and he confides in her that maybe he’s a lil nervous n it’s just cavity inducing fluff ,,, sorry if that was a little long but thank you! <3

Hey did you take this prompt straight out of my heart?<3 This may need a part 2...

Long Live

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

CW: fluff

Length: 2.9k+

Inspired by “Long Live” by Taylor Swift because that song always makes me think of Naruto 🥺

Why is he so pretty

His whole life had led up to this. He’d spent years alone and isolated and hurting. Years being left in the background, unseen, forgotten. All Naruto had ever wanted in life was to gain the acknowledgment of his village.

And now he had it.

In just a few hours, by this time tomorrow, Naruto would officially become Hokage. Everything he’d ever worked for was finally coming to fruition.

Naruto was sitting on the Hokage heads, the same stones that he’d spent years vandalizing as a child, just wanting someone to notice him. Specifically, he was sitting on the formation of his father’s head, a small smile on his face. He’d always said that he was going to become better than the fourth hokage… He wasn’t sure if he could ever surpass his dad. But at the very least, he would do his best to make him proud.

The Sun was beginning to set over the leaf village, casting a brilliant orange glow over the town he loved so much. It was a powerful, flawed village that had done a fantastic amount of good and created imaginable pain. It’d taken Naruto years to understand it, that nothing was black and white, that things can be good and bad, and that you can love something, but still want to change and improve it.

The Leaf Village had simultaneously been a place that had broken him and the place where he had become healed. Now that Naruto was a little older, a little wiser, he understood that things had to change, and that’s what Naruto would do.

He would become the change, lead the village into a new era. One of healing and restoration. Not only would Konoha change its way, Naruto was going to do his damndest to right all of its wrongs.

Finally, just before dark, Naruto got up and decided to head back home. He couldn’t imagine that he would be getting much sleep tonight; he was too excited, too nervous. Of course he’d always believed that he would become Hokage, but now that it was happening… It was almost too much for him to handle.

He expected you to maybe already be in bed by the time he got home. It wasn’t super late, but you were just getting back from a mission that day, so he was sure you’d be exhausted.

He opened the front door slowly, quietly, not wanting to wake you.

He was surprised to find you not only awake, but waiting for him with a big smile. You looked so beautiful, he thought, in the tight red dress you were wearing. The lights were dim, the living room and kitchen only lit by candle light.

Blinking in confusion, Naruto looked at you as you came to give him a big hug. “Hi, I missed you…” Naruto said, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into him. He placed a kiss on your head, getting a whiff of his favorite perfume that you had.

Just over your head, he could see the table set with a pretty red table cloth, flowers, romantic candles, and the unmistakable aroma of your homemade ramen.

“I missed you so much,” You told him, pulling away just enough to press up on your tiptoes and give him a kiss. “I’ve been waiting for you. Were you at Hokage Rock?” You questioned. You knew him way too well.

He gave you a sheepish grin. “I was,” He told you. “Just taking it all in, ya know? Before…” He trailed off. He couldn’t even speak the words; it would make it all too real and then he was sure he’d implode.

Instead, he nodded to the set up in the kitchen before pulling away from the hug. He took your hand, pulling back so he could check you out properly, giving you a little twirl as you giggled. “What’s the occasion?” He asked you, causing you to stare up at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“What do you think, dummy!?” You asked him, playfully smacking his arm and making him laugh.

“I thought we were gonna celebrate tomorrow night?”

You shook your head, exasperated. “Yes, but that’s with our friends, Naruto. “Tonight, I wanted to celebrate, just you and me.” You explained to him, smiling up at him fondly. You reached up to touch his cheek gently. “I’m just so proud of you, you know? I wanted to do something special. I always knew you could do it.”

Naruto eyes began to tear up instantly as he grinned happily. He ran the back of his hand across his eyes. “Geez, you really know how to make a guy all choked up…”

You giggled. You were well accustomed to Naruto’s happy tears by this point. It never failed to make your heart well up, knowing that you could fill Naruto with such joy that he would cry tears of happiness.

His hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you to him as he pressed his lips against yours softly. “I love you so much, you know? Believe it!”

“I do believe it,” You teased, kissing him one more time before taking his hand. “Cmon, before your food gets cold.” You told him, pulling him to the kitchen. “I made your favorite.”

The two of you made small talk while you ate your food. He asked about your mission, and you gave him the exciting details. He slurpped down the ramen hungrily; somehow you made it just as good as Ichiraku ramen, maybe even better. It was just one of the many things he loved about you.

When the two of you finished eating, you cleared the table, leaving the dishes in the sink.

“Cmon,” you said, leading Naruto to the living room.

You had more candles set up on the side tables, and in the middle of the floor, a blanket with lots of pillows for the two of you to lounge on, chocolate covered strawberries, two glasses of wine, and a present just for Naruto.

“How did I get so lucky?” Naruto asked quietly, staring down at you with love filled eyes. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, dipping his head down to place light, open mouth kisses against your neck. You tilted your head slightly, placing your hands over his arms.

“Sweet, thoughtful, a good cook.. Not to mention so gorgeous.” His hands began to trail over your body, starting at your waist and slipping slowly down your hips and thighs before moving back up.

You felt your stomach clenching in desire, always so responsive to his touch.

“Naruto,” you moaned softly. It took all of your willpower to pull away from him. “I have a nice night planned; stop trying to seduce me!” You scolded.

Naruto just gave you a cheeky smile. “I can’t help myself. Look at you…” He muttered.

You bit your lip, blushing as he followed you to sit down on the blanket. Naruto pulled you between his legs to rest your back against his chest as he peppered your cheeks with kisses, making you giggle and squirm in his arms.

Picking up a chocolate strawberry, you placed it in front of his lips. He took the fruit in his mouth, the juices spilling over his lips before you pulled you in for another sweet kiss.

It would have been easy to let that become the rest of your night with Naruto, getting lost in his arms, letting his lips trace over every part of your body, spending the night in ecstacy. And you wanted that. You really wanted that.

But tomorrow was going to be the best day of Naruto’s life. Honestly, it was probably going to be the best day of yours, too. You were giddy with pride and adoration; you could only imagine the way you would feel tomorrow, watching Naruto stand in front of the whole village, all eyes on him as that hokage cloak was finally, finally*, placed over his shoulders. The way the people were going to scream his name, look at him with reverence and admiration. It made you start to tear up just thinking about it. Naruto was going to be hokage. His life long dream would be his reality. You always knew it would be. You couldn’t think of anyone more deserving to become the leader of the village.

“I got you something,” you told him, your head a little dizzy with the champagne you two had been drinking in between your kisses and giggles. You were so in love with this man.

“I thought I was going to unwrap you,” Naruto flirted, but you batted his hands away, pushing to your feet. You grabbed the present bag, specially chosen for the little foxes that littered the wrapping.

Walking back over, you sat cross legged in front of him, holding the bag in your lap.

“Naruto,” you said, giving him a silly smile. “Ever since the day I first met you, I’ve been in awe of you.” You told him. It was hard not to blush at the way that Naruto was gazing at you, those beautiful blue eyes glistening and intense. “From the way you carried yourself, to how hard you worked, to the way you changed people. Your heart is bigger than anyone I know. I wish so much that I would have met you sooner, so I could have been there for you, so you never would have had to be alone…”

You wiped at your eyes. The more you spoke, the wetter they became. “Whenever you tell me about the things you experienced when you were little, the way you grew up… It breaks my heart. I never want for you to feel sad or alone or abandoned like that… Never.” Scooting closer to him, you took his hands.

“I wish I would have known the little boy you were before you became the ninja I love. I wish I could hug him and tell him it’s all going to be okay… Could you imagine if he could see you now?” You’re smiling and crying and Naruto is smiling and crying and you’re both such an emotional mess. Everything he’d gone through, all the pain he experienced, he’d do it all again if it meant he could be here.

Naruto kissed your knuckles as you worked to compose yourself. You never knew it was possible to feel so deeply before Naruto. He’d taught you to love the way he did, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.

“It’s been the best thing of my life, watching you take on the world.” You told Naruto in earnest. “The greatest honor. I just… I love you so much, and I want you to know how proud I am of you… And I never want you to forget how far you’ve come so… here.”

You passed him the present, and he took it with shaking hands. How? How was this his life? How had he gone from being four years old, wandering the streets of Konoha without a friend in the world to becoming the leader of the village, with the most beautiful, caring, magnificent woman he could have imagined by his side?

He opened the gift slowly, so contrary to the way he may normally rip into a present with excitement and vigor. This, right now, this entire night, this moment. He wanted to savor it, remember it forever. He wished it never had to end.

Eventually, he pulled the gift from the bag slowly, he’s mouth dropping in awe at what it was.

It was his goggles, the one he used to wear on his forehead to pretend he was a ninja before he got his headband, framed.

In your pretty little script, you’d written:

Long live the mountains you moved,

I’ve had the time of my life fighting dragons with you.

Long live the look on your face,

And bring on all the pretenders.

One day, you will be remembered.

xoxo

Naruto was speechless; the gesture was so thoughtful it blew his mind. You believed in him. You really did. He thought about what you said, wished he could go back in time and tell himself that is was all going to be worth it. That one day, he’d never be alone, never feel that pain again. He would be happy beyond his wildest dreams. “This is… This is…” He looked up at you through blurry eyes. “I don’t know what to say… I thought I lost these.” He told you.

“I found them when we moved,” you explained to Naruto. “You hadn’t mentioned them, so I decided to save them to frame. For this moment.”

Naruto stared down at the goggles in his hands. “This is the best gift ever… Really. You don’t know how much this means to me. I’m going to put it in my office, look at it everyday…” His gaze trailed up to meet yours. “Until we have our first kid. Then I’m gonna give it to them.”

Your heart began to flutter, your lips trembling. “O-our first kid?” Naruto nodded, grinning at you.

“I think it’ll be a boy. And he can wear them just like I did, until he graduates the academy. He’ll make it the first time, unlike me. And even if he doesn’t, it’ll be okay. I’ll practice with him until he’s confident and strong enough to pass.”

Placing the frame aside, he pulled you to him, lifting you so you were straddling his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he rested his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as he quivered just barely.

“What about after that?” You asked Naruto, wrapping your arms around his neck and threading your fingers through his hair. “I want three boys, all mini yous. The older two will be crazy like you, loud and hyper and determined…”

“And the third will be like you,” Naruto finished. “He’ll be kind, gentle but fierce. And a kick ass ninja. And they’ll all get the goggles, so we have to space them out just enough. It’ll be a tradition!” You could see by the excitement in his eyes that he meant it. The two of you had talked about a future together before, of course. But not like this. This felt different. It was there now, just ahead of the two of you.

“We could start now…” Naruto teased, his hands once again trailing over your body as he grinded himself against you.

Feigning shocked, you gasped. “And have a child out of wedlock? How scandalous, Hokage-sama…” You joked, as if you could care less about doing things “traditionally.” You didn’t need traditional. It was you and Naruto forever; there was no doubt in your mind about it.

“Of course! Our first little guy is gonna be our ring bearer.” Naruto told you as if it was obvious. “Maybe even help me when I finally put the ring on your finger…” Naruto took your hand, lacing your fingers together as he examined the ring finger. “Gonna get you the biggest rock in the village. You’re gonna need sunglasses when you look at it, it’ll be so bright.”

He was ridiculous, this man you loved so much. “You know I don’t need that. Only you.”

Naruto smiled. “I know.”

You loved this, talking about your future. It was unfolding before you so vividly. “Tell me more,” you insisted, still playing with his hair. “How are you going to propose?”

Naruto laughed, shaking his head. “Nice try,” He teased. “That’s a surprise. But if you really want, I’ll tell you about our wedding…”

You, of course, nodded in earnest. “Tell me,” You practically begged, making him laugh and kiss you.

“It’s gonna be the biggest party of the year. Everyone’s gonna be there. We’ll pull out all the stops… Kakashi can officiate. Our little guy will carry the rings down the aisle… I’m gonna say vows that will make you cry…” You laughed, shaking your head.

“MY vows will make YOU cry,” you countered, and he just shushed you because he knew you were right.

“Anyways,” he laughed. “After the ceremony, we’ll have a huge reception. Music, food, dancing, games. Ninja games, and I’m gonna win them all, obviously, because I’m the hokage…” He grinned at you. “Everyone’s gonna be having the best time… But, when it’s in the full swing of things, everyone’s drunk and distracted, I’m gonna pull you away…”

To emphasize his point, he pulled you closer into him. A hand gripped in your hair as he pulled you into a deep kiss. “Cause I’m so in love. And somehow, that night, I’m gonna find even more* love for you, even though I can’t imagine my heart being able to handle all that…” He murmured against your lips.

“I’m gonna pull you away to have you all to myself. To admire you. To kiss you. To make love to you. It’s gonna be official. You’ll be all mine forever…”

And honestly? When Naruto said forever, it didn’t sound too bad. It sounded like an adventure, a never ending story. It would be a wild ride you never wanted to get off of.

Tomorrow, Naruto would become Hokage. He would achieve his dreams, and you would be right there by his side for it all.

But right now, there was just the two of you. Together, in love. Supporting each other through it all.

That much would never change.

[krreader]

BTS reacting to a sasaeng trying to touch/take photos of your baby bump.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: mentions of physical assault genre: angst ; fluff word count: 2.5k+

a/n: I hope the reality would be the boys yeeting these sasaengs into another universe, seriously. but for the sake of the story, here. thanks for the request @sakuroseuchiha​, and I’m very sorry it took forever ♥

kim seokjin

“What is this?” Jin entered the bedroom and practically pushed the phone in your face, his breathing heavy and his cheeks flushed, clearly upset.

You looked at what he was showing you, but then quickly averted your gaze and continued folding the laundry as if what he was showing you didn’t matter.

“(Y/N)!” he rarely got angry, not like this. And you knew that he wasn't angry with you.. maybe only for not telling him about what had happened today. He grabbed your upper arm and turned you so that you had to look at him, “Why didn't you tell me about this?”

“I didn't want you to get angry.. like now,” you sighed deeply, “I wasn't hurt, I walked into the nearest store and they didn't follow me inside because the shop owners were kind enough to help me and keep them out. All they got was a blurry photo.”

Your husband's mouth dropped, his eyebrows furrowing, “How can you be so nonchalant about this?”

You snorted, “What do you want me to do, Seokjin? Do you want me to sob my eyes out because some sixteen year old girls wanted to become Twitter famous by posting our unborn child on their Twitter account? If I were that weak, then marrying you wouldn't have been a good idea in the first place,” you pushed his hand away, “I'm fine.”

Maybe, but he wasn't. He was so tired of this bullshit.

And you only found out just how tired he was when you wanted to go grocery shopping the next day and were face-to-face with a man that introduced himself as your new bodyguard that your husband had hired to make sure that situations like those wouldn't happen anymore.

You had meant what you had said, you were fine, but knowing that someone that size was following you around and making sure that no harm would come to you and – even more importantly – to your unborn child – made you feel a lot more at ease.

min yoongi

Yoongi cursed and thanked BigHit at the same time for existing.

On one hand, he hated himself for ever having signed up with them, because now you and his unborn child were in danger because of him, but at the same time, he was so grateful that they tried their best in protecting the three of you to the best of their abilities.

One of the staff members had managed to gain access to a secret forum used only by sasaengs, where they shared private information about idols that nobody but these idols, their families and the company should know about.

And during this 'undercover work', she discovered a thread dedicated to you and Yoongi, or more specifically, your unborn child.

She found out that they had found out where you had planned to have your delivery and wanted to be there to take pictures of the two – or in the end – three of you.

You and Yoongi would have had no idea about this. You would have had no other choice but to endure it and later see these very private photos online, but thanks to her, you were able to switch hospitals last minute and were able to handle this matter privately.

That female staff member said she was merely doing her job when you and Yoongi thanked her later, but your husband made sure that she didn't just get a raise, but a promotion on top of it.

You both owed her a lot.

jung hoseok

“Look, daddy!” Hoseok beamed happily as he watched his son point upwards to the head of the giraffe, “Soooooo biggy!”

“If you want to be that big, you need to eat all the vegetables that mommy puts on your plate from now on, okay?” he tickled the little boy a little, engulfed by his beautiful laughter, that he didn't realize what was happening behind him.

You were standing a few feet behind them, wanting them to enjoy a father-son moment, while also watching the buggy. However, unlike your husband, you weren't smiling. Your eyes were focused on three girls to your right who had been following you for the past fifteen minutes and were now debating on whether or not to go up to your husband and say something.

And you really didn't mind if they said hello when it was only Hoseok, but your child was with you and you didn't want to involve him in that life. Not yet, not if you could avoid it.

However, you had been wrong all along. You thought that they were whispering among themselves to figure out a strategy on when to go up to Hoseok. 

But that wasn't the case.

They were waiting until they were sure that he was busy enough with your son not to notice what they were doing.

Which was pull out their phones, all three of them, and then point the camera at you.

Even though you knew it wasn't actually you, but the baby bump that had begun to form. A story that had only been rumors up until now, but you were too far along now to hide it any longer.

The moment you realized what was happening, you pushed the buggy forward until you were at your husband's side and said: “We need to go. Right now.”

With how alert you were, he instantly became too, started looking around and realized what was happening.

He put his son in the baggy, then took off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders, before he pushed the baggy with one hand and you gently forward with his hand on your lower back.

So much for keeping the secret about baby number two a little longer.

kim namjoon

Namjoon had been an idol for long enough to know when someone was obviously staring at him out in public.

And you had been with him for long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. He constantly shifted in his seat, glanced around and nervously bounced his leg up and down.

Eventually you reached over the table and put your hand over this, “Come on. Let's ask them if they can fill our drinks in take-away cups and go home.”

You had wanted to enjoy the possible last peaceful coffee shop date that you could have before your daughter would be born, but when married to Kim Namjoon, a peaceful date outside was almost never an option. And normally, when it had been only him and you, he hadn't minded as much. But now he was scared for his child.

And as soon as the two of you got up, his biggest fear became reality, when a girl walked by and spilled her – thankfully – cold coffee on you. More specifically, on your baby bump. Accidentally, as she tried to make you two believe, but you knew better.

Even more so when she started bowing, apologized and then immediately wanted to rub over your baby bump with tissues to clean your clothes.

Namjoon was alert in an instant, but you were faster and grabbed the wrist of the girl, smiling at her, but your eyes were so dangerous that the girl gulped down.

“Thank you, but I'll do that myself.”

“I..- I only..-”

“I said I can do it myself,” you grabbed your bag and then Namjoon's hand, “Let's just go home.”

Sometimes he forgot just how much of a mother you already were before your baby was even born. 

Nobody like that was allowed to touch your baby, not now and not ever.

park jimin

Jimin had been so naive to think that the pregnancy would be a peaceful one for you. He had let his guard down after month seven, after nothing bad or weird having happened.

And that was a huge mistake.

You were due in a few weeks and he wanted you two to have one final romantic night out before the baby would be born, meaning dinner in the restaurant of your choice, then going for a walk at the Han River, then going home and.. well..

But your night was cut short when you couldn't even make it to the restaurant. As soon as Jimin had parked the car and helped you out, a swarm of fans, which were sasaengs through and through, because they were the only ones who could have found out where you'd be eating tonight, came running to you.

He realized it in time, managed to push you back into the car before their grabby hands could touch your baby bump and managed to push all of them back enough to shut the car door.

Their attention shifted from you to him and they all started to touch him and pull on his clothes. He tried to push them away from him so that he could go around the car and get in himself, but there were simply too many.

All the while, you were sitting in the car, desperately banging on the window and begging them to stop, trying to open the door to help your husband, but he was blocking it from getting opened.

There was no way he’d let you back out there.

You reached into your purse and wanted to call the police, but since you were in an underground parking lot, your phone didn't have any service.

At that point, you were sobbing your eyes out because of how scared you were for Jimin, but then someone from the building, maybe guests of one of the restaurants or people that worked there, saw what was happening and helped Jimin pull the girls away from him, one after the other. 

They told him to get in the car and he did so without hesitation, reversing and then driving away without looking back, eternally grateful for these kind strangers.

“It's okay,” he tried to calm you down while driving away.

But it wasn't okay. Not when he had scratches on his face and hands, not when he was close to tears himself.. not when you realized all that stress caused you to suddenly go into labor. 

kim taehyung

This day had started out so well.

The weather was so perfect that Taehyung and you had spontaneously decided to go on a little road trip.

With you having passed the worst of your pregnancy phase and being able to actually walk and eat without throwing up every hour, it was now the perfect opportunity to just drive around and find a really cute spot to hang out, maybe have a picnic or coffee/tea.

But you should have guessed that it wasn't as easy as that, because Taehyung's super hardcore fans had never been ones to just leave him alone.

You had been driving for a while and you had become thirsty, so the two of you had searched for a very cute café and found one that was so aesthetically pleasing that you forgot about your surroundings for a second and just.. enjoyed it. Like every other normal human being would.

Your husband had gone inside to grab the drinks, so he wasn't there to stop what was happening.

“What the hell?!” you instantly pushed the chair back when you saw a hand reach down to your belly to touch it, then jumped up, “What do you think you're doing?!”

Unfortunately, there weren't too many people around to help you, only an elderly man and a young couple that, by the looks of it, hadn't even graduated high school. They wouldn’t be much help.

“Please, we just want to touch it. This is from Taehyung, directly from him, we just..-”

“I'm going to give you a fair warning,” your husband pushed himself between you and the girls, pointing his finger at one of the girls chest, “You come this close to my wife or child again, I will call the police and I'll make sure that your future is ruined. Do you understand?”

“But..-”

“No. No but. There is a line and you just crossed it. So this is my final warning. Leave now, or I'll call the police.”

The two girls glanced to the side to find the shop owner already standing there with her phone, ready to call the police if Taehyung said so.

You doubted that people like that had much planned for their future, but the threat of police and a possible lawsuit involving thousands, if not millions, if Taehyung had his way, scared them enough for them to scurry away.

You only allowed yourself to breathe again when they were out of sight, your husband immediately cupping your face and checking to see if you were harmed.

“I'm fine,” you shook your head a little, “I'm fine.”

“Shit,” he pulled you against him and kissed the top of your head, “I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I'll be more careful from now on.”

jeon jeongguk

This had been a massive scandal from the get-go. Not only were you and Jeongguk not married when rumors started to form that you were pregnant, but he was also 'way too young' to have a kid now and 'not in the right place in life yet' to be a father.

BigHit had kept quiet through it all, knowing that those weren't just rumors that people spewed, but the truth.

You were indeed pregnant. An accidental pregnancy that had shocked you and your boyfriend to the core, but after countless of nights crying and worrying, you've not just accepted it, but were looking forward to your baby.

The first few months were easy, a comeback had overshadowed the rumors and whenever they were doing interviews, BigHit made sure to tell the journalist not to ask any personal questions, or they'd be kicked out of the panels – they really had no mercy in that sense.

But there came a point where you just couldn't hide it anymore, unless you were to stay at home every single day till the day of the delivery.

And well, you didn’t.

You waited until Jeongguk was gone to leave, knowing that it'd be easier if it were just you, had taken precautions and worn a hat and a face mask... but these sasaengs, man.

You couldn't take fifteen footsteps until you heard screaming from a distance and a group of seven people charging at you with their phones up in the air, ready to take photos of your baby bump and expose it to the world.

Since you were still close to the entrance of your neighborhood, the security guard reacted perfectly, grabbed you by your upper arms and pulled you back in, closing the gate to Hannam Hill just in time and turned you around so that the girls wouldn't see your baby bump properly.

They were left standing and screaming at the fence, reaching through it like crazy zombies.

Rather scary, actually.

“You need to be careful, Ms. (Y/L/N),” the security guard warned as he walked you back to your apartment, “You can't just go out like this without precautions.”

“I just wanted to buy something for the baby,” you said sadly with slumped shoulders, “They have this limited Disney collection at Spao.. I just wanted to get something for my daughter.”

He let out a heavy sigh and watched you enter the building extremely upset.

Maybe it wasn’t his place, but when Jeongguk came home that night, he told him about the incident, wanting to make sure that he’d talk to you and make you understand that you couldn’t just go out like that without some sort of security.

And well, let’s just say Jeongguk’s father side really jumped out that night. He had you sit down on the couch and lectured you for nearly an hour without you saying a word.

[grumpycakes]

The door chime chirps and breaks Jim’s attention away from the report he was writing.

“Come in.” He calls checking the time on the top of his PADD. 2nd shift had been over by 15 minutes. He’s not surprised when Spock strides in, but is surprised by the speed.

“You do not understand.”

Jim blinks, slow and confused, trying to track where this conversation was picking up from. “I’m ... sorry?” Jim puts the PADD down on his desk watching Spock.

“I believe there has been a misunderstanding of what you mean to me.” Spock looks agitated. He’s keeping it together but it looks like he wants to pace. His arms are taught behind his back. There’s a crease between his eyebrows.

“What?” Jim didn’t understand, that much was true. His heart felt fluttery in his chest. Felt the childhood fear of being told he wasn’t wanted by anyone. Swallowed it, trying to breathe.

Spock and him, they’d come to some sort of understanding. A few missions ago Kirk had thought he might die and well, he’d told Spock that he cared for him, romantically. When they’d made it out, Spock had hugged him. Said something about accepting the feelings Kirk had for him. Jim had taken it as, I know and that’s fine. Had he done something to irritate Spock? Nothing but diplomatic meetings and parties had happened this mission. What could he possibly have done?

“I’m sorry my feelings for you-”

“That is not the problem.” Spock took a looming stance, hands braced on either side of Kirk’s desk. His face landing a good few inches higher than eye level to Kirk’s. “The problem is you don’t seem to understand mine.”

Understand his? Well no, Jim guessed his didn’t understand Spock’s feelings. He was getting better at it, but that was the surface stuff. Or the easy stuff like, the racial bullshit that gets thrown in his face hurts him, or saying he’s emotional makes him feel like a failure.

Tentatively Jim rests his arms on the desk leaning closer to Spock’s face. “You’re right, I don’t.”

They sit in silence for a beat. Spock all but glaring, Kirk arms folded feeling like a livewire.

“I care for you.” It’s a little too loud and a little too harsh and green has crept over the top of Spock’s nose.

“Undesrtood.” Jim KNEW that, knew Spock was his friend. Knew Spock was his closest being to him. And he knew Spock had deep affection for him.

“No, I don’t believe it is understood Jim.”

Jim now sat back with a confused smile on his face. Nerves floating through him making him feel jittery. “Then explain!”

“At the dinners.” Spock looked around, almost like he was searching for the words. “At the events, you became very close with a diplomat.”

“Senator Kalee?”

“Yes.” Spock’s glare seemed to deepen at the name. Senator Kalee had gotten flirty with Kirk. He’d let him. What did Jim care, he’d had a makeout session and ‘improved diplomatic relations’ all in one fell swoop. “He took an interest in you and you entertained him the rest of our time there.”

There’s a heavy pause as they both stare at each other. Spock humming with frustration, Kirk trying to figure out what’s going on.

“You’re.... mad?” Kirk finally manages

“I accepted your feelings for me!” Spock says as if that would make it all make sense. As if it was an affront.

“Yeah! You did! You said, got it, you like me, that’s fine, moving on cause I’m a professional!”

“That is NOT what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?!” Jim feels like he’s going to lose it

“I was accepting your romantic feelings as an offering of a relationship!” The green now covers Spock’s cheeks and the very tips of his ears.

“Wh-” Is all Jim can get out as his chest and stomach feel as if he’s dropping out of warp.

“You flirted with a Senator for the past four days and clearly did not understand me two months ago.”

“But y-” “I care for you on a deeply emotional level and would like to be in a romantic relationship!” Spock seems to be gripping the table like it’s the only thing keeping him steady.

“Okay.” Jim hears himself say in a daze.

“Please do not flirt with others, at the very minimum, not in my presence.”

Jim nods, feeling his face heat, remembering this past mission.

Spock huffs a breath through his nose and then leans in. It’s quick and precise. But has so much heat and passion. Jim’s lips feel like they’re tingling where Spock’s are pressed against his. As Spock pulls away there’s an echo of something in Jim’s brain.

Spock straightens up, jerks his shirt down, and as quickly as he stormed in he stormed out.

Jim finds himself gently touching his lips in disbelief. He chases the echo, it almost feels solid. Holds it, repeats it, there are words he can feel it.

“I love you, dumbass”

oh. OH.

Pressing his hand to his mouth now Jim sits in his chair. Feeling a flood of warmth rush over him. Of possibilities he’d never considered. Of being wanted. He sits until it feels real. Until he can trust himself with this tiny fluttering hope.

And then he’s out of his chair to storm into Spock’s room.

His turn.