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alohajun · 3 years ago

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RAINBOW CHEETAH — CHOI HYUNSUK

hyunsuk x gn!reader | wc : 0.9k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, best friends au, platonic bestie stuff, mentions of killing (playful, as a joke) | request : do you make completely platonic content? if you could, hyunsuk same-aged best friend. two tired bffs whose plans to go out were ruined by the rain messing around with his hair on the dorm and the members just keeps interrupting them in the bathroom to ask something so they don't realize they were using actual hair dye and not the temporary one until it's too late (hence hyunsuk's little colored spots on his blonde hair)

“it’s all your fault! now we can’t go out because of you!”

hyunsuk accusingly stated, furrowing his brows as he looked out the window before turning to look at you.

“oh, suddenly am i some water god?” you challenged, crossing your arms over your chest as you playfully glared at him. “how could i possibly make it rain, idiot? that’s ridiculous!”

the blond chuckled at your reaction, sitting next to you as you both stared out the window, silently listening to the pitter-patter of the rain. “well, that cancels out our walk in the park,” he mumbled, linking your arms as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“what will we do then?” you asked, tracing random shapes on your best friend’s hands as you waited for suggestions. “obviously we can’t go out in this rain.”

“wait, i think i saw yoshi buy some temporary hair dye!” hyunsuk exclaimed, eyes widening in excitement. “maybe we can color my hair!”

just like two excited little kids, you and hyunsuk sneaked into yoshi’s room in the dorm, grabbing the temporary dye from his table before running to the bathroom. the two of you discarded the boxes without a second thought, mixing the contents on a palette you had also found in yoshi’s room.

bless that redhead, he has everything in his room.

“we just apply it like we do with normal hair dye, right?” you checked; brows furrowed unsurely. “i don’t know how this works.”

“i don’t know either.” hyunsuk shrugged, sitting in the middle of the bathroom as you stood with a paintbrush. “let’s just go with it. i mean, it’s temporary dye. i can just wash it off if we mess up.”

as soon as you placed the brush on the male’s hair, the door flung open with a crash, revealing jaehyuk and jeongwoo. you held a hand over your heart, completely startled by their appearance, while hyunsuk had a blank expression on his face, depicting he was used to it.

“hyung, have you seen asahi and haruto?”

“they are at the studio,” he responded, exhaling deeply. “also, please use proper manners and knock on the doors before you enter.”

the younger two nodded hastily, running out as soon as their leader answered the question. you went back to applying the hair dye, a small smile on your face as you could see how much your best friend adored his members — noting the way he had an apologetic expression while he sternly spoke to them.

“must be fun with them, huh?” you asked, outlining a blob before coloring in on his blonde hair. “your members, i mean,” you clarified upon seeing hyunsuk’s confused expression.

“oh, yeah. the boys are–” he paused, hearing someone call for him. “in the bathroom!”

jihoon stood near the doorway, brows raising as he saw you. “y/n? i didn’t know you were here. i could’ve — actually, never mind.” he shook his head, waving off his words before looking at the older male. “hyung, i won’t be able to make it to the meeting tomorrow, so can you fill in for me?”

hyunsuk nodded understandingly. “yeah, sure. don’t worry about it,” he responded. “is that it?” he inquired, wordlessly hinting for the male to leave so you two could get back to your best friend bonding activity.

well, yes, dyeing hair is a little extreme to be an activity for best friends to bond over, but with the rain, there wasn’t anything else interesting to do indoors.

the two of you exchanged small talk, catching up on the days you missed with each other as you wiped away the dye you accidentally got on the male’s face. you placed your hand under hyunsuk’s chin, gently pulling him closer as you focused on cleaning the area, oblivious to the proximity between your faces.

“if you are going to keep leaning in, you might as well lick the dye off, y/n.” hyunsuk joked, chuckling when you playfully hit his arm. “jokes aside, though, how bad is your eyesight for you to lean in so much?” his motherly instincts kicked in, raising his brow in question.

you scoffed, shaking your head. “it’s not that bad, okay?!” you defended. “i just wanted to make sure you didn’t–” your words fizzled out as you heard someone yell, knowing very well it was for hyunsuk.

“hyung!” junghwan called out, repeating the word until he found the elder in the bathroom. “hyu—oh, y/n, you are here too.”

“what is it now?” hyunsuk groaned, sighing frustrated at the constant disturbances from his members. “what is it this time?”

the youngest of treasure merely shrugged, smiling brightly. “i just wanted to hang out with you,” he answered innocently, getting an apologetic gaze from the eldest.

however, the silence that followed only lasted for five more seconds.

“hyung?”

“yes, hwan-ah. tell me.”

junghwan glanced at the box in his hand before giving his hyung a wary look. “why are you dyeing your hair?” treasure’s maknae continued. “did manager-hyung give you the permission?”

“i don’t need permission for temporary dye, hwanie.”

“the box says ‘permanent dye’, though.”

both you and your best friend paled at the youngest’s words, slowly grabbing the boxes you had ripped open, trying to find where it said ‘permanent’. and then you found it. you bit your lip, looking at hyunsuk as you practically saw his soul leave his body.

“suk, it’s okay, we can–”

“no! it’s not okay! i know you are laughing! shut up!”

you stifled your laugh as hyunsuk hurriedly tried washing off the hair dye; the regret settling in as he realized it was truly permanent. “it’s not that bad, honestly.” you tried assuring him, raising your hands in surrender when he gave you a look. “you look a beautiful rainbow cheetah.” you smiled, hoping it’d stop your best friend from glaring daggers into your soul.

“if my management kills me, i’m killing you, y/n. sleep with one eye open.”

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httpdabi · 4 years ago

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Break up

Summary: After having a messed up break up, your best friend Dabi is there to comfort you, and give even more than you asked for.

Word count: 5,2k

Genre: romance, smut, no quirks haha

Warnings: 18+, creampie, public sex, spitting, choking..

,, I fucking hate him’’ you cried loudly, mouth full of ice cream as you talked to your cousin over the phone. At this point you didn’t care of how loud you were, and you didn’t care about the fact that your cousin had a hard time understanding you since you were a crying mess. Sobbing loudly, you ignored the words coming from the other line.

,, That bitch cheated on me with Toga, can you believe that?’’ you sobbed, tears rolling down your cheeks as you wrapped yourself with your favorite comfort blanket.

,, The girlie with weird hair ?’’ your cousin asked in shock.

,,YES, the fuck she thinking she’s the fifth element with that hairstyle?’’ you choked out, throwing the empty package across the room, as your cousin giggled because of your remark. She wished she was closer so she could pay you a visit, but sadly miles and miles were separating the two of you.

Sure, the first person you wanted to inform about your breakup was Touya, but you couldn’t force yourself to bother him, knowing he’s probably on work. You knew very well that he would drop everything and come over, saying how he doesn’t feel well or some other shit, and you didn’t want that.

After the call ended, you stood up, ignoring your reflection on the window, knowing very well that you look like shit right now with all the smudged mascara over your face. Tears started rolling down your cheeks even more when you saw that there’s no ice cram anymore. What did you do to deserve such a torture.

Wearing your hoodie, you made your way toward the nearest store, ignoring the people that were giving you weird stares because of your silly Sailor Moon pajama shorts. You couldn’t care less of what anyone thought in that moment.

You went to the store with the intention to buy ice cream, only to end up in the part of it with variant different choices of hairdye. So many ideas were going thru your mind, as you looked all over it. You almost ended up buying the pink dye and some bleach, until you saw scissors hanging beside the bleach.

Grabbing the scissors only, you hurried up to pay everything you chose, rolling your eyes shamelessly as you saw Rumi, the cashier of the fucking day. For some weird reason, you almost hated the muscular bitch. Maybe it was because she never had the exchange to give you back, giving you a pack of gums instead. Maybe it was because of her attitude, always giving you some smart comments, how your skirt is too short, how there are kids here, or even because she always rolled her eyes when she saw you coming in.

,, Looks like someone had a rough day’’ she commented sarcastically, as you gave your best to keep calm and ignore her. After the comment, she shut her mouth and did her job.

,, Sweetie, can you help?’’ she asked, suddenly with a cute tone, when her co-worker asked her to bring him few paper bags that were beside her.

,, No, you are doing great’’ you spat, grabbing all of the items as you hurried out of the store. The fuck would you help her? She’s getting paid for it, not you. Stupid bitch.

Placing the ice cream into the freezer, you immediately made your way to the toilet as you unpacked the scissors almost aggressively. Why would you dye and ruin your hair with bleach, when you could just cut off a bit of your hair, which meant the exact length of his dick.

Your hair was already long, and the fact that his dick wasn’t that big meant that you would only cut few inches. After short calculating, you grabbed the scissors, as you turned some silly tutorial on Youtube. Watching yourself in the mirror, you cried even harder, not because you regretted your decision. It was more because you looked like a lunatic.

After you finished, you immediately washed your face, cleaning all the ruined make up. Sure it didn’t look like a professional person did your hairstyle, but it didn’t look bad either, in fact, you liked it.

Since you weren’t in the mood to do your make up, you only put a bit of face cream over your face, and bit of mascara to make your eyes pop up a bit, before you took few selfies to post on instagram.

You were too lazy to do it, all you wanted to do in the moment was cry some more and eat ice cream you just bought, while watching something on Netflix. But you had to do it, you had to embarrass him as much he embarrassed you.

,, Not gonna miss those 5 inches, Kai.’’

You wrote, laughing ironically at the caption under your selfie. It wasn’t the best selfie you ever took, but at least you didn’t look like you were suffering because of the breakup, and the much shorter hair was visible on it.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

,, What happened?’’

It wasn’t even a minute since you posted your photo on the instagram, and your best friend already messaged you there.

Bitch cheated on me

You replied, sending him a crying selfie, with a spoon in your mouth.

[cyxnaf] Touya Todoroki

I’ll be there in 15 mins

A smile crept on your face, as you read his message. You loved him more than anyone or anything else on the whole word. If it was someone else coming over, you would probably force yourself and clean the apartment. But since it was Dabi, you didn’t give a shit.

The moment he arrived, you started bawling your eyes out. Having a face to face conversation with someone, talking about the break up made your feelings awake again. Dabi in other hand tried to make you feel better, bringing you your favorite snacks, and trying to put Kai down.

,, I’ve never had drama, unless it’s with my inner self’’ you cried loudly. ,, And all of sudden, I’m being cheated on.’’ Adding you grabbed the chips from the paper bag and opened it almost aggressively. Touya laughed you out, pointing every drama you’ve been connected to.

,, Stop it, you’re supposed to make me feel better’’ you slapped his arm lightly, as he talked about the drama that happened back in high school, when you got into a huge fight with a girl that called your dog a rat.

Once Touya realized that your mood was only getting worse, he turned some documentary on Netlfix that he started watching few days ago, explaining everything about it to you. You couldn’t help but smile, as you listened to him explaining every small thing, making sure you won’t be confused once he plays the episode.

,, You only watched few episodes of one murder documentary and you think you’re Mr. worldwide intellectual.’’ You laughed, as he tried to explain professionally.

,, The fuck you talking about ? The only documentary you watch is Keeping up with the Kardashians, so shut the fuck up’’ he spat, rolling his eyes playfully as he played the documentary.

The thing he played was about some murder, nothing you would watch on your own, but you didn’t mind. Seeing him talk about it so excitedly made your heart warm and in that moment you didn’t care if you won’t be able to sleep next few days.

You always loved spending your time with Touya, you simply loved how even when none of you had something to say, the silence was never uncomfortable. Even just sitting with him was making you feel safe.

,, You really choped your hair’’ he said, as he started to play with your hair. Being tired from all the crying and with his gentle movements, you were not capable of replying, simply nodding your head in response.

,, It looks good on you’’ Touya complimented you, placing a soft kiss on top of your head. He noticed that you were zooming out, so he just continued to caress your, helping you fall asleep.

All the horrible thoughts he had washed away, once he saw your sleeping face. He could only smile to himself as he noticed how puffy your face got from all the crying. Sure, it wasn’t that visible, but he simply noticed it and found it more then cute.

He tried to act calm and suppress his feelings, he tried to be there for you, but when you talked about what happened, all he wanted to do was find that piece of shit of your ex and simply kill him. He couldn’t understand how did you always manage to find some weird boyfriends that didn’t appreciate and treat you as you deserved.

If you only gave him a chance, he would always be there for you, he would simply give you anything you wished for. Touya never understood how could you be so blind, never once did you notice his feelings for you. Never once did you question his behavior.

Every time you called him over, he would ditch all his plans and run to you. Every time you needed something, you knew very well that only Touya will help you 100%.

You woke up in your bedroom, a little bit confused about what time it was and if your best friend was still there. Taking your phone to check what time it is, your eyes widened when you saw a Instagram notification from Kai. That piece of shit had balls to like your photo.

Throwing your phone away, you started crying again, wishing the day you met him never happened. You wished you listened to your best friend when he told you that Chisaki ain’t the one for you.

,, You ok?’’ you heard Touya’s voice under the loud TV noise. In just a second he was beside you, warming your body with his own and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how everything is ok and how he’s there for you.

,, Come on, stand up’’ Touya commanded suddenly, forcing your upper body up. ,, We are leaving’’ he added, forcing you out of the bed. You were too confused to even think at that very moment, but you found yourself following his lead. Wearing one of your very oversized shirt that covered more than enough, you hurried out of your bedroom to Toyua who was waiting for you already all ready.

You didn’t know what was happening, and the pack of eggs in his hand was confusing the shit out of you, yet you found yourself in the passenger seat, doing whatever Touya planned at that moment.

,, Where are we going ?’’ you asked, tears long gone.

,, We’re egging his car’’ he said, as your eyes widened in shock.

,, Is that even legal?’’ you asked again, already all excited about it.

,, Nope’’ Touya laughed out, focused on the road. You were sure that Kai would know it was you, definitely. But he also won’t have balls to call the police on you, since you knew about all his dirty deeds, you knew about all the drugs he’s taking and having hidden somewhere in his house.

Kai didn’t live far away from you, so in only few minutes of drive the two of you found yourself in front of his car. Lighting one cigarette, Dabi took the paper that was placed on the windshield.

,, Stop perking on my spot’’ Dabi read out loud, pointing out the word he wrote wrongly. You laughed loudly as you remembered about Kai telling you about some dude parking his Motorcycle in front of his car, making it hard to get out of the spot for him.

,, He can’t write, but he can do meth I guess’’ you laughed, as Touya puffed on his cigarette.

You stood there close to Kai’s car, as you waited for your best friend to finish his cigarette. It was a quiet night, with no people around at all. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was rushing in your blood, or the fact that you spent all day crying like a mad person, but in that very moment all you felt was anger as you thought about your ex.

,,Here’’ Touya gave you the package, still smoking that cigarette. You weren’t sure if he took his time with cigarette or if the time was simply passing so slow for you, since he was a pretty fast smoker.

To his surprise, you grabbed one egg and immediately threw it on his car, making him rise his eyebrows and laugh in shock. You never did something like that before, so you didn’t really understand why the alarm didn’t go on. Was your throw too weak?

A huge grin formed on your lips as you threw another egg, you couldn’t stop the evil laugh as you watched the egg yolk all over the window and in that moment you wished you had rotten eggs instead. Watching you happy like that, Touya couldn’t hide his smile. He was almost sure that everyone could read his emotions, he was sure that everyone could say how much in love he was with you.

You were on your fourth egg when Touya took one from the package and threw it. You weren’t sure if he threw it with much more force, or if he already did this before, but when the egg hit the car, loud alarm took over the peaceful night.

,, Shit, we have to hurry’’ Touya said under his breath as both of you threw one more egg. Sure, Kai won’t call the police, but if someone else saw you, they sure will.

You were laughing loudly, as you took your last egg, ready to throw it while Touya explained to you at what you should aim for.

,, HEY’’ you heard a familiar voice, coming from the building you used to spend so much time in. Not even turning around, you threw the egg and rushed to Toyua’s car, hopping fast into passenger seat. The moment Kai got out, everything happened too fast.

You wished you could take a photo of his upset face as he looked over your car. You were sure that you never saw him mad like that.

,, YOU FUCKING SUCK’’ he yelled once he turned the alarm off, while Dabi was ready to drive off, laughing loudly with you.

,, AND YOU SWALLOW BITCH’’ you yelled, popping your head thru the window. Touya gave you a bit time to flip him a bird, before he drove fast off, leaving your ex boyfriend pissed on the road. Laughing loudly, you leaned back into the seat, satisfied with the little event your best friend thought of.

,, You are seriously the best’’ you said, still smiling widely. Touya nodded his head, focused on the road. Every time he took a look of you, his heart would skip a beat. He was so fucking glad that you weren’t sad anymore, at least not for now.

You weren’t sure what had he planned next, since he wasn’t driving back home, but you didn’t care. You enjoyed his company, and you enjoyed the fact that you felt nothing else beside happiness in the moment. It was weird how fast emotions were taking over you. Just one hour ago you were a crying mess, and all of sudden you found yourself enjoying the night with your best friend.

You didn’t even realize how hungry you were, until Touya stopped by McDonalds to buy some food. Once he came back, placing the milkshakes and paper bag into your lap, you almost started drooling from the delicious smell.

He parked on the spot beside lake, where the two of you usually come to chill a bit. The music played on the low as the two of you ate slowly and talked about casual stuff. The moment a song from the famous tiktoker started playing in the background, you wished your hands weren’t so oily from the food. You wanted to change the song, but you didn’t want to make your phone oily, you weren’t even sure why you had that song in your playlist after all.

,, Does this song bother you?’’ he asked, taking a sip from his milkshake.

,, Yeah there’s a word that’s pissing me off’’ you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

,,Which one?’’ he asked confused.

,,When she says This ain’t build a bitch, you don’t get to pick or choose, what she should have said is nothing and just never release that stupid song’’ you hissed, wiping your hands as you changed the song that was pissing you off so much.

,, You are so cute’’ he complimented you, as both of you placed the rest of the food in the paper bag. Everything you did was cute to him, the was you sneeze is cute to him, the way you rise your brows when you are surprised, the way you laugh at your own jokes sometimes. Everything.

,,Did you know that Yumi got pregnant ?’’He asked you suddenly. Your eyes widened in shock, as you heard him ask, not because it was weird or anything like that, the two of you always gossip, but because you knew Yumi so well. You weren’t best friends with her, but the two of you would casually meet up.

,, Wasn’t she on the pills?’’ you asked, covering your mouth with your left hand. ,, Oh fuck no, I don’t claim this negative energy’’ you gasped shaking your head as Dabi laughed at your sudden reaction.

Talking about pregnancy and sex, you found yourself thinking about the last time you slept with your ex. You didn’t feel any sadness, all you felt was disappointment and anger. Just the thought that he was the last one inside you was making you mad, and the fact that only god knows when will you sleep with someone again was making you mad even more.

It’s not that you were a prude, or that you had something against one night stands. Sure, you could install Tinder and just find a quick fuck, knowing very well that the thought will bother you until the problem in your head is solved. But you weren’t the one to jump under the covers with a complete stranger.

,, What’s up?’’ Dabi asked once he saw you confused and lost in your thoughts. Hearing his voice, a sudden idea popped up in your head. You shook your head, trying to not think about it. He is your best friend for fucks sake, you can’t use him for something like that.

,, Nothing’’ you shook your head once again, trying to avoid his eyes.

,, Oh come on, tell me’’ he said stubbornly, as he placed his cigarette between his lips.

,, You know, the fact that Kai was the last person I had sex with, and the fact that I don’t know how long it will stay that way is bothering me’’ you confessed, skipping the part with the rest of your thoughts.

,, and you thought I could help you with it’’ Touya joked, as he puffed on his cigarette.

,, How did you know?’’ You asked way too fast, regretting it almost immediately once he almost choked onto the air and the smoke of his cigarette.

,, You can’t be serious’’ Touya said under his breath, closing his eyes as he spoke those words out. You weren’t sure why, but your heart sank a bit once you heard him say that.

,, Ah come on, it can be a quick fuck, it won’t change anything between us’’ he whined, turning your body to his direction. Once you said that, Touya grabbed you and forced you into his lap. You were more then shocked by his action, but you still positioned yourself comfortably in his lap, not sure if you should say anything or just wait..

,, You think I’ll be able to go back after it ?’’ he asked, one hand holding your waist firmly, and other holding his cigarette. ,, Doll, you should know better than anyone that I don’t do quick fucks’’ he added, as his grip got stronger. You weren’t sure if you should be embarrassed or not, but you felt uneasy at that moment, not sure where this all is leading.

,, If we do it now, there’s no going back doll, you’ll belong to me’’ he added again, as you sat in his lap confused. It was weird to hear him talk like that.

,, Touya, that can fuck up our friendship’’ you whispered. You were way too confused, not sure if he was talking about a relationship with you or just about you not sleeping with anyone else beside him.

,, And a quick fuck won’t do it?’’ he hissed, throwing the finished cigarette out of his window. He was right, both of it could fuck it up, and your idea was probably the worse option. The problem you had just few minutes ago was long gone, as new thoughts took over your mind. The fact that he was slowly placing soft kisses all over your neck didn’t help the situation, and the fact that you tiled your head to the side to give him more access to it didn’t help either.

You weren’t sure if you were simply too horny in the moment and if emotions took over you, but one part of you wanted to give it a try, yet another part of you was simply too scared of losing him. You did think about it before, how lucky can a girl be to call herself his girlfriend!? He’s not like other guys, at least not to you. He was always so caring, so gentle and so loving with you. He was the one who was always there for you, and in fact, you were more than sure that if you two start something, you won’t end up being hurt. But the fact that your friendship was under a question because of it was making you scared. Touya is the only person you never want to lose, and he knew that very well.

,, What do you say doll? Wanna try?’’ he asked, as he kissed your jaw softly. You weren’t sure how were you even capable of thinking at all in that moment.

,, Yes’’ you breathed out, closing your eyes shut as you enjoyed his soft kisses. Could you really lose him? If you had to worry about it so much, you should worry about the very exact moment. Why wouldn’t the current event ruin your friendship, now that you know that he doesn’t really see you as a friend as much as you thought. If you start some kind of a relationship with him, and if it doesn’t work, the two of you could talk it out.

The moment you said yes, Touya grabbed your yaw with his right hand, brushing his nose with your own before he connected his lips with yours. Once you placed your hands on his cheeks, trying to get closer to him, he couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

What really drove him crazy was you rolling your hips on him. The fact that you had nothing else under your oversized shirt than your favorite panties almost made him cum in that very moment. Breaking the kiss, he leaned back into the seat, as you tried to catch your breath. Touya pulled your shirt up, exposing your naked chest. Not wasting any time, he placed his left on your right boob, pinching and twisting your already hard nipple, while sucking the other one.

Just the feeling of his hot breath made you throw your head back, enjoying the sucking and squeezing he was giving you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding support in it. Every roll you did with your hips, was met with his own one, making you feel his hard erection under his sweatpants. A quiet moan escaped your lips when you felt him bite on your nipple few times before he got back onto sucking it again.

Touya pulled your hips up a bit, giving you a sign to stay in that position as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough for his dick to spring up. You knew that he had a dick piercing, in fact, you were in the waiting room when he decided to get it, but you still were shocked. It looked so good, so attractive.

You wanted to get out of his lap, you wanted to taste him, but his hands stopped you. Pushing you back onto his lap once again.

,, You have no idea how much I love you’’ he said, brushing his lips on your own, as he pushed your panties to the side and rubbed the tip of his dick around your hole.

,, I love you too, so much’’ you confessed, kissing him softly, as the pink head of his dick slowly entered you, hands on your hips slowly leading you down onto his length, until he was all in.

,, I know’’ Touya smirked into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of your walls hugging his dick. The hands on your hips slowly started to lead your hips up and down. The pace was so slow you could feel every inch of his dick rubbing against your velvety walls. Touya wasn’t one to enjoy the slow pace that much, but with you it was something else. He wanted to feel you as much as possible, and pushing his dick so slow into you gave him that possibility.

Just thinking about how it finally happened almost made him cream inside you. Closing his eyes, he let you move up and down his dick on your own. When you nuzzled your head into his neck he almost lost it, holding your hips down for few seconds just to calm his dick down. The small I love you that you whispered into his neck all over again didn’t help either, making it hard for him to control himself.

His hand found its way under your shirt, while his lips were all over your neck now, leaving sloppy marks all over it. You weren’t sure what did you enjoy more, his lips and hot breath over your neck, sucking and biting it, his hand squeezing your left breast or his dick deep inside you rubbing against your cervix.

Even tho you were moving your hips so slow, every time you were pushing your hips down, his would move upward, snapping against you with a little force and hitting your cervix perfectly. The both of you were breathing heavily, enjoying every second of the slow sex you had.

Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled your body closer to his, as he started moving just a little bit faster. You squeezed your eyes shut, as you realized that your climax was getting closer and closer with every move. Touya noticed your breathing getting faster, and your walls hugging his dick tighter then before, as he pulled your body up a bit, pushing you against the steering wheel and giving himself more access to move and fuck you a bit faster and stronger then before.

Moaning loudly, you wrapped your arms around him as you came all over his dick, almost shocked that you came without any clit stimulation. Dabi didn’t stop fucking you, helping you ride off the hard orgasm that just hit you.

Once he was sure you were done, he sat down. He lowered his seat, as he changed the position, locking you under him. Without giving you a chance to understand anything, he pushed his dick inside you.

,, I’m not done with you’’ he groaned, as he started moving his hips at much faster pace then before. Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your legs around him, placing your hands around his neck and just kissing him again. You couldn’t get enough of him, and luckily he felt the same. Accepting everything you had to offer, gladly.

The slow and steady pace was long forgotten, as he fucked you into the seat of his car with much more force and at one ungodly speed. You were pretty sure that the car was moving with every move he did, and you were sure if someone happened to be near, they would know what’s going on, but that was the last thing you cared of.

You were a moaning mess under him, and he was no better than you. You were surprised when you felt his hand around your throat, holding you in one place and playing with your breath. Open your mouth for me was all he said, before you felt thick saliva in your mouth. When it started, you thought it would be only some vanilla sex, the last thing you thought was that he would end up choking you and spitting in your mouth.

If it was someone else, you would probably freak out, but since it was him, you only obeyed, mouth open and tongue out, giving him approval for more.

,,That’s my good girl’’ he said, as he spat into your mouth one more time, while his grip around your neck only grew stronger. He was moving at rapidly speed, his skin slapping against your own was louder than the music that was playing in the background.

You closed your eyes as you started catching your breath once his hand moved away from your neck. Touya couldn’t control himself anymore, grabbing the edges of the seat, as he fucked into you. The pain mixed with pleasure was too intense for you, but you are his good girl, and you are doing so great for him, he made sure you understood that, as he repeated it all over again, while fucking into you.

The moment you felt his fingers rubbing your clit in circles, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut, moaning loudly, as he told you to cum all over his dick, so you did as you were told and that was enough for him to reach his own high. Few harsh moves and he found himself cuming deep inside you. Even Toyua doesn’t know how did he find the energy to tell you how good you are milking his dick, but he did.

Collapsing on top of you, he fucked his seed inside of you, making sure not a single drop will get outside of your tight little out, making sure none of it will go to waste.

,, You’re mine’’ he said, placing soft kisses all over your face, and you were his. You were always his and he was always yours.

You weren’t sure how long would it take you to get over your stupid ex, but you were sure that Touya will be there for you and help you out in every way he can. Starting from the moment the two of you left your apartment, to the very moment the two of you cuddled inside of his car, after one steamy sex. All you could think of was your best friend and what would future bring you.

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as always, feel free to alter/change pronouns/etc to fit!

look alive, sunshine/na na na.

" the future is bulletproof. "

" the aftermath is secondary. "

" i'll take what i want from your heart. "

" keep your apology. "

" kiss me you animal. "

" everybody wants to change the world. "

" no one wants to die. "

" make no apology. "

" it's death or victory. "

" crash and burn, young and loaded. "

" i'd rather go to hell than be in purgatory. "

" let this world explode. "

bulletproof heart.

" i'm who i've got to be. "

" these pigs are after me. "

" run away, like it was yesterday. "

" i got a bulletproof heart. "

" got a photograph dream on the getaway mile. "

" let's blow a hole in this town. "

" everybody knows you don't ever wanna come back. "

" let me be the one to save you. "

" i'm shooting out of this room. "

" i sure don't like the company. "

" stop your preaching right there, coz i really don't care. "

" get me out of my head. "

" i know how much you hate this. "

" are you gonna be the one to save us? "

" will you mean it when the end comes reeling? "

" hold your heart into this darkness. "

" i ain't gonna be the one left standing. "

" this world is after me. "

sing.

" you've got to be what tomorrow needs. "

" use your voice every single time you open up your mouth. "

" sing about everyone that you left behind. "

" you've got to make a choice. "

" raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth. "

" sell it till your last days. "

" buy yourself a motivation. "

" generation nothing, nothing but a dead scene. "

" wrote it for the ones who want to get away. "

" keep running. "

planetary (GO!)

" if my velocity starts to make you sweat then just don't let go. "

" heaven ain't got a vacancy. "

" truth is now acceptable. "

" fame is now injectable. "

" faith is unavailable. "

" i can't slow down, i won't be waiting for you. "

" i won't be waiting for you. "

" i can't stop now. "

" this planet's ours to defend. "

" ain't got no time to pretend. "

" don't fuck around, this is our last chance. "

" just leave the party with me and never go home. "

" you ruin everything. "

" let's ruin everything. "

" (this is) the sound of my vendetta against the ones who planned it. "

" you keep eternity. "

" we're taking back control. "

" light up the effigy. "

" take the money and run. "

" i've got nothing to lose, you've got nothing to say. "

" i think i better go now. "

the only hope for me is you.

" remember me. "

" where will you stand when all the lights go out? "

" where were you when all of the embers fell? "

" i still remember them covered in ash. "

" i still think of all the bombs they build. "

" if there's a place that i could be, then i'd be another memory. "

" can i be the only hope for you? "

" you're the only hope for me. "

" we'll have to make it on our own. "

" face all the pain, and take it on. "

" what have we learned? "

" what have we learned? other than people burn in purifying flame. "

" though you can see me smile i still think of the guns they sell. "

" the only hope for me is you alone. "

jet-star & the kobra kid/traffic report & party poison.

" keep your gun close. "

" die with your mask on if you've got to. "

" everybody pay attention to me. "

" i got the answer. "

" hide your eyes. "

" we're gonna shine tonight. "

" i gotta shout this out so everybody knows. "

" this ain't a party. "

" here comes the gang war. "

" we'd be killing ourselves by sleeping in. "

" ain't nobody gonna take my life. "

" ain't nobody gonna get the best of me. "

save yourself, i'll hold them back.

" i'm coming for you now. "

" i hope you're ready for a firefight. "

" the devil's got your number. "

" we're never leaving this place alive. "

" we'll never die. "

" get off the ledge and drop the knife. "

" not a victim of a victim's life. "

" this ain't a room full of suicide. "

" we're believers, i believe tonight. "

" we can leave this world, leave it all behind. "

" we can live forever if you've got the time. "

" save yourself tonight. "

" i'll tell you all how the story ends. "

" the good guys die and the bad guys win. "

" this ain't about all the friend you made but the graffiti they write on your grave. "

" salute the dead and lead the fight. "

" who gives a damn if we lose the war? "

" let the walls come down, let the engines roar. "

" i'm the only friend that makes you cry. "

" you're a heart attack in black hair dye. "

" save yourself, i'll hold them back tonight. "

S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W.

" make a wish when your childhood dies. "

" we're all alone tonight. "

" hold your breath. "

" i'll keep you safe inside. "

" never mind about the shape i'm in. "

" leave a dream where the fallout lies. "

" love won't stop this bomb. "

summertime.

" when the lights go out, will you take me with you? "

" will you take me with you and carry all this broken bone? "

" you pick me off the ground. "

" if you stay, i would even wait all night. "

" i would even wait all night, or until my heart explodes. "

" how long till we find our way in the dark and out of harm? "

" you can run away with me. "

" you can run away with me anytime you want. "

" terrified of what i'd be. "

" people try and put the pieces back together, just to smash them down. "

" you stopped the noise. "

" don't walk away. "

the kids from yesterday.

" this could be the last of all the rides we take. "

" hold on tight and don't look back. "

" we don't care about the message or the rules they make. "

" i'll find you when the sun goes black. "

" you only live forever in the lights you make. "

" when we were young we used to say that you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. "

" you only hear the music when your heart begins to break. "

" are are the kids from yesterday. "

" they only care if you can bleed. "

" here we are and we won't stop breathing. "

" yell it out till your heart stops beating. "

vampire money.

" we came to fuck. "

" sing it like the kids that are mean to you. "

" kids don't care if you're alright, honey. "

" pills don't help. "

" gimme some of that vampire money. "

" you look like somebody i used to know. "

" get your finger on the trigger. "

we don't need another song about california.

" give up or give it a shot. "

" money's all you got. "

" stop and stare at the accidents and stars that bore you. "

" we don't dare to sing another song for california. "

" everybody hears but no one needs to try. "

" fake your life. "

" the city lights are hopeless for you. "

zero percent.

" i don't like being alone. "

" synthetic animals like me never have a home. "

" i'm not the one you will be walking through. "

" if you kill him for me, well, then i'll kill him for you. "

" kill him for me. "

" i'll meet you down at the metro station. "

" i'm gonna show you how much i love you. "

" i hope you die. "

" if heaven wants to take us they can try. "

" i'm so glad right now. heartbreak, heartbeats got the eyes on you. "

" i got something to prove. "

" i got a knack for elimination. "

#rp meme #sentence starters #rp sentence starters #lyrics rp meme #mcr rp meme #mcr lyrics rp meme #my chemical romance rp meme

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 4 years ago

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It’s just a bad day... » Tom Felton imagine

Request: yes! @lindsayfosselman93

Word count: 2,037

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: I just hope you guys will like this. xx

“Hey, Y/N” my coworker called after me, just as I was about to leave my office “A couple of us are heading out to grab a drink or two at Casey’s. Do you want to join us?”

I looked at my phone to check the time. It was a Friday afternoon, and our boss said we could leave an hour earlier than usual, knowing that we had a very though week behind us, and all of us deserved a little rest after all.

“Yeah, sure” I smiled at her and grabbed my bag from my desk “But I’m driving, so no alcohol for me today”

“Alright” she linked her arm with mine and dragged me with her, talking about how hot her new intern was. I liked Beth. She was my mentor when I first started at the PR agency, and helped me with everything I needed. She was very open minded, and loved to ask me about England, and she really enjoyed listening to me, mostly because of my British accent. She found it fascinating “So, how’s your boo?”

I laughed at her nickname for my fiancé. They had met before, and a love-hate friendship was immediately formed between them. Beth hated that I skipped a lot of end of the week pub hopping with them to go home to Tom, but loved to hear everything about our travelling stories and the romantic things he had done just to make me happy. And Tom hated that Beth would show up at our home unannounced, and babbled about her terrible dating life, and how much she already wanted to be married. These occasions usually turned into a sleepover, because she had too much wine, and wasn’t able to drive back home. But at the same time he loved the idea of me having a good friend at work. And I knew, that deep inside, he would have helped her if she needed it.

“He’s working on a new movie, so he is quite busy” I smiled at her and opened my car “He was up pretty late last night just to learn his lines” I frowned at the memory. He came to bed almost at the same time I had to wake up to get ready for work. He looked quite annoyed and even sad. I was thinking about him, hoping he was in a better mood and slept enough. I hated how much he pushed himself sometimes. He wanted his act to be perfect, to give his best to the project he was working on and satisfy not just his fans, but himself as well. He tended to be hard on himself.

The pub was quite crowded when we arrived. We weren’t the only people in Los Angeles, who wanted to kick back a bit at the end of the week. Group of friends were playing billiard or were just chatting over a table with beers and wine glasses in their hands. Here and there were couples, maybe on a date. I smiled at a few familiar faces from either work, or at those who were frequent guests at Casey’s and sometimes joined us for a drinking game or just to chat.

“So guess who’s being a baby and won’t drink today with us?” I rolled my eyes at Beth’s childish behaviour, but I couldn't hide my smile “Nah, just joking. Y/N’s only being a responsible adult here, and is actually driving”

We sat down to our usual table where some of our coworkers were already seated and were sipping on their first drink. I ordered myself a virgin Cosmopolitan and listened to one of our new intern’s story about how one of his professors was caught with his TA. I was sipping on my drink when my phone lit up in front of me. Because of the bad service in the pub, I didn’t get the notifications right away, so I didn’t see Tom’s messages.

“Baby? What time are you coming home?”

“Are you alright? I thought you were coming home earlier..”

“Y/N???”

“Babe, I need you. I’m having a very bad day…”

I quickly texted him back that I was only out with a couple of friends from work but I was just leaving. I was worried. Tom wasn’t the double texting or multiple texting type of guy. He only acted like this, if it was important or he wasn’t feeling well.

“Sorry guys, as much as I love to hang out with you, I really need to leave” I stood up and said my final goodbyes to them, not giving them a chance to ask me about my sudden leave-taking. Before I left to go home, I stopped by a grocery store to buy the ingredients for Tom’s favourite comfort food.

I could see Willow’s cute face at the window when I pulled up to the driveway. She was jumping up and down when she saw me getting out of the car and walking up to the front door. I swear that dog was half a dog, half a kangaroo.

“Love, I’m home” I called for Tom when I stepped in the hall and kicked off my high heels, which were killing my feet all day. I went to the kitchen and put down the grocery bags, before I kneeled down to pat Willow and give her a few kisses “Where’s Daddy? Can you show me?”

“Woof” she probably had no idea what I was asking her, but the fact that she hardly left Tom’s side came to my benefit, because she ran to Tom’s office. I followed her there, and of course he was there. He was laying on his sofa, the script for his new movie on his chest. The wrinkles of the pages told me he was close to tear the whole thing up and throw it away. He was asleep, but the frown from being frustrated was still on his face.

“My love” I sat at the very edge of the sofa and pushed his hair out of his face softly “I’m home” I kissed his forehead and caressed his cheek carefully. I didn’t want to scare him.

“Hey” he murmured and pulled me on to his chest. His hands hold me close and Tom buried his face in my neck. I planted plenty of small kisses into his hair and hold him just as tight “I’m having the worst day of my life”

I laughed at him a bit. He could be a little bit overdramatic, when things weren’t going the way he planned. “Mind telling me why it is such a bad day?”

And he did. He told me that because of the lack of sleep he has been having caused him to wake up with a terrible headache this morning, and no matter how much he tried and practised, it seemed like he couldn’t memorise his lines. And when he finally gave up on learning those, he wanted to interact with his fans, but came across with a lot of hate, which led him to ask himself, if he really was good enough of an actor.

I listened to him. Sinking in every single word that left his mouth, and played with his hair the whole time to keep him calm, and to show him I was now there for him, and was ready to do anything just to make him feel better. He was feeling very down, and it made me sad how his self-esteem shrunk down because of what some mean people and the media was writing about him, without knowing him at all.

“Darling” I said softly “Did you really have a bad day or did you have 20 minutes where you let your thought run undisciplined which led you to a bad vibe that you let carry you away?”

“What do you mean?” He looked at me confused.

“I let you think about this” I kissed his neck softly, which made him laugh a tiny bit. I knew how ticklish his neck was, and loved and hated it at the same time, when I blow on it or kissed it. It was good to hear his laugh. It was so contagious. So to make him laugh again, I started to kiss it rapidly and blow on it, while I caressed the back of his neck with my fingertips to tickle him even more.

“Stop, please” he laughed loudly and tried to push me away “C’mon darling, I’m going to pee myself at the age of 33 if you don’t stop” he begged me but never let go of me. I looked at him and kissed his lips with everything I had. I wanted this man to know how much I loved him. I wanted to show him that no matter what those people out there say about him. They didn’t know who Tom Andew Felton really was. They were cowards, using the power of social media. I pity them. How miserable their life must have been that the only thing that made them feel better or happy was hating on someone they didn’t even know personally?

“I’ll let you to think about what I just said” I stood up from him “Meanwhile you do your homework, I’ll make dinner. Come downstair when you are ready. Alright?”

“I love you” his voice was smooth. I adored how he said those words. They were pure, honest and filled with love and lust. I left him alone. I knew he needed it. He had to go through his whole day in a different point of view. He had to think if it was really worth it. Letting hate and a rough day ruin his good mood. Before I started on dinner, I changed into one of his tie dye hoodies and let my hair out of the ponytail.

Tom came downstair just at the right time. I already sat the table, and was getting the food out of the oven when he came up behind me, and sneaked his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck lovingly.

“You made casseroles” I could tell by his voice that he was smiling “It smells delicious” he sniffed into my hair “You smell delicious too” he playfully bit on my shoulder and squeezed my waist.

“Someone’s in a better mood” I sing sang and put the tray down on the table.

“Yeah” he nodded and sat down “Thank you. I really need that to see the whole thing in a different view. Sometimes I tend to let my bad mood to take over my mind and I act unrealistically”

I placed my hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile. During dinner, he told me about how his day was, apart from the bad part. Tom told me how happy he was when Oliver Phelps texted him and asked if he wanted to be on their podcast the next week, and how they already made plans about a golf marathon as soon as it was possible for him to take off a few days from shooting. He even mentioned a few days trip to somewhere nice, just him, Willow and I, because we both had been very busy with our own jobs. He felt like we couldn’t spend enough quality time together, and we really needed it. I just looked at him, and adored the man sitting in front of me. At our dinner table, in our home. All these years together, and it still amazed me, that he chose me to be by his side for the rest of his life. He was honestly the most beautiful man I had ever met and I was more than ready to make him the happiest as possible.

“I really can’t wait for you to put me in my place and treat me just like you did today for the rest of our lives” Tom hugged me from behind when we were getting ready to go to sleep. He played with my ring on my finger and smiled at me throughout the reflection of the mirror on my vanity table “Mrs. Y/N Felton. It still sound perfect to me.”

#Tom Felton #tom felton fanfic #imagine tom felton #tom felton imagine #tom felton x reader #Harry Potter #harry potter cast #harry potter cast imagines #Draco Malfoy #daddy draco #Draco #draco fanfiction #draco x reader

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maryniss · 4 years ago

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The Match Is Still Going

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Summary: 2 times Chuuya dyed Dazai's hair and one time he didn't.

Relationships: Dazai Osamu/Chuuya Nakahara

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara

Tags: Fluff; Kinda?; idk - Freeform; 5 Times; its actually three times; 2 times + one bonus cause i had no idea; Hair Dyeing

Notes: this. i wanted to finish this for so long. but now the fic is here and im not really proud of it. but it s ok cause yeah. idk. enjoy anyway byebye i.

Chuuya decided to dye Dazai the second that insufferable man dared to make fun of Chuuya’s hair color. That meaning Chuuya decided to dye Dazai thirty minutes after meeting him.

Knowing him now, he was surprised that he didn’t say anything earlier. But, as fifteen year-old Chuuya was sneaking into his new partner’s apartment -soundlessly, not that it mattered, ‘cause Dazai was sleeping like he was dead (some people’ wishes just can’t come true)

Chuuya snickered under his breath as he tip-toed into Dazai’s bedroom. The brown-haired man (not for long, though) was snoring loudly and the only thing Chuuya could think about was that ad he had seen on TV, about how to stop your husband from snoring excessively, or something like that. It was probably an ad for nose spray.

Verixil! And all the problems are gone! Sleep tight!

Chuuya shook his head and he looked at the objects in his hands. A tube of red hair dye, a brush and a towel. Did he know what to do with those?

No.

Did that stop him?

Also no.

Chuuya opened the lid of the tube and he poured some substance into his gloved hands (plastic hands, of course, he would never ruin his gloves only for that) and as he squeezed hard, the tube made a sound like a fart and Chuuya stopped. Dazai didn’t even react, but the redhead was tense and his didn’t breathe, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing did, so he just poured some more and then he took a wavy strand of Dazai’s hair and scrubbed the dye onto it until it was slick. He did two more strands and then he got bored and just put the whole thing onto Dazai’s scalp, not caring what the dyes was going to stain.

He then left and closed the door behind him, going to bed in his own apartment.

He slept well and he woke up even better. Dazai was screaming and he was trying to wash his hair, to make the ugly, neon orange color go away. Chuuya rolled on the floor with laughter and his sides started to hurt. The dye was spread uneven and parts of Dazai’s hair had now the color of poop.

He won this time.

1-0 for Chuuya.

***

Actually, let’s make that 1-1 because Dazai also dyed Chuuya’s hair purple the very next night and there were no words to describe how ugly it looked. Even if there were none, Dazai still found some and Chuuya also found words to describe how ugly Dazai looked.

Koyo took a photo, even neither of them wanted to.

They still keep the phot in their drawer. None of them admits it.

***

ii.

Chuuya was walking down the street and he was in a bad mood. No particular reason. He just felt down and he didn’t have any plans to even try to make himself look happy. What was the point? There was no one who cared anyways. It had been like that since he was little. And then there was a period when there really was someone who asked if he was ok; if he said he was not, then that someone would just nod and walk away. But, it was something…

Chuuya stopped and he looked at the barber on the other side of the road. A slim and tall silhouette disappeared inside right before Chuuya could actually tell that it was Dazai. The redhead rolled his eyes (out of habit) and he tucked his hands in his pockets and continued to walk. He wanted that coffee right now or he felt he would die. A common feeling that Chuuya was sick of. The coffee was going to solve everything…

His feet did not take him to the closest café, instead he entered the barber shop. The bell rang, but Dazai didn’t even bat an eye.

“So only a quick cut, right?” asked the barber, a small man wearing thick glasses, their lenses yellow. He was smiling and the air around him was cheer-full.

“Yeah, only a quick cut, and if you could show me how to make a hole through my skull painlessly while you are there, it would be great.

A French melody started playing and Chuuya rolled his eyes and smiled. The room was quiet but Dazai was practically radiating and the barber looked at him with an uncertain look.

“Uhm, I guess I could? But not painlessly, though.” Dazai sighed and closed his eyes.

“No, it’s ok. I’ll try elsewhere.” Both of them seemed to forget that Chuuya was there. But, suddenly, the hairdresser looked up and he was probably on his way to say “Can I help you?”, but Chuuya quickly put a finger to his lips and the man shut his mouth.

The people that just entered were dangerous; he could feel it. So, he just did what everyone would do: “I am going to bring my scissors and we can start.” Dazai didn’t say anything.

The man run to another room and closed the door. Chuuya lifted himself up a little bit and floated where Dazai was, looking in the mirror in front of him

He could now recognize the melody that was playing? How could he not? It was `La vie en rose` by Edith Piaf. Koyo was obsessed with this one some time ago when she was dumped by a cute barista from the coffee shop across the Port Mafia’s office.

Dazai’s eyes were closed and he seemed to be sleeping. Chuuya looked around and then he saw it: a botte full of a light-green hair dye, looking very much like wasabi. He didn’t hesitate and he took a spoonful of it.

Dazai snored. Chuuya put the substance gently onto Dazai’s scalp and spread it with his fingers. The brown-haired man (whose hair color was once red and also poop-like) opened his eyes and looked up at Chuuya.

They both stared into each other’s eyes for twenty-three seconds. Chuuya had counted it. He then smiled and left, Dazai looking dumfounded. He then looked into the mirror and saw the mess on his hair or that his hair was. He sat up quickly and went after Chuuya.

But the redhead was gone. And “La vie en rose” was pouring on the street and in the hot summer day and it seemed somewhat romantic.

Dazai would kill Chuuya the next time he would see him. There was no other chance now for the small man; he was obliged to commit a double suicide with Dazai.

2-1 for Chuuya.

iii.

Because Chuuya knew Dazai. That’s why he didn’t respond all of his messages that begged him to come over. Because he knew that Dazai was probably drunk.

What he didn’t expect was for Dazai to actually come to his apartment, knocking insistently at his door and shouting some nonsense. Chuuya tried to ignore him, but he forgot one crucial detail: he did give Dazai a copy of his keys, so, when Dazai entered in the bathroom where Chuuya was soaking in the tub, drinking some wine, the only thing the small man could do was to curse at his foolishness.

He shouted and cursed and almost spilled the wine, but Dazai didn’t move: he only sat there with a big smile plastered onto his doll face, and Chuuya was creeped out of his mind. He could only ignore him and that’s what he did.

It had been a hard day in the Port Mafia, ok? That’s why he fell asleep in the bath tub, with Dazai watching him intently.

He let his guard down and when he woke up, the apartment was empty. But his hair was a wonderful, delicate, simply beautiful, what more could we say, tone of blue, only strands of it still being that red Chuuya was so proud of.

***

Only later did he find the photo of them when they were smaller, glued to his bathroom mirror. He smiled and he when he flipped it over, he saw only saw a ‘2-2’.

If you look at it from another point, it could mean something else; Chuuya knew and his heart let itself sink in that sensation for a bit.

2-2 and match is still going.

They are still chasing after each other, trying to always be the best. Both of them know that they are unstoppable when they are together. They knew and they didn’t care because in their world, that is smaller than it seems, the arbiter hadn’t blown in the whistle yet.

Notes: Cause they love each other duh please stop being so dumb

#bungou stray dogs #soukoku #Dazai Osamu #chuuya nakara #dazai x chuuya #skk fic #bsd fic #AO3 fic #fluff #bsd fluff

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🛑DISCLAIMER🛑: These chatbots do NOT represent Jeonghan, Joshua, Wonwoo, Jun, Mingyu, Jihoon, Minghao, Seokmin, Seventeen, and Pledis in any shape or form. This is purely made for entertainment and fiction. Continue at your own cost.

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TRIGGER WARNING: This contains mental

illnesses, violence, and strong language.

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"You know boys, I'm getting real tired over all this bullshit. So... Have at it. Free for all! Witness our bloody parade, you filthy shits! Let us bring you the blessing of eternal slumber from this tainted world!"

1. Yoon Jeonghan -

(Boss)

Partner: Hong Joshua (Jisoo) 💜🖤

Characteristics:

| Possessive | | Blunt |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| Depression|

Facts:

-> Has trust issues

-> Taps his temples that sometimes escalate to hitting his head

-> Becomes violent and protective if asked about his past (so do NOT ask unless you gain his trust, or he will not hesitate to attack)

-> Extremely protective over Joshua

"I may not be as psychotic as my lover, and I seem sweeter than some. But that does not mean I'll let you live another day... Instead, I'll make sure you're real pretty. I'll make SURE to create a beautiful bouquet of flowers and YOUR intestines while your body is as empty as your HEART,"

2. Hong Joshua (Jisoo) -

(Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan 🖤💜

Characteristics:

| Obsessive | | Sensitive |

Mental Illnesses/Disorders:

| Bipolar Disorder | | Anxiety Disorder |

Facts:

-> The only person who can handle Jeonghan during his episodes

-> One of the more friendlier members of The Purple Rose

-> His eyes will dart from person to an object over and over again to ground himself

-> Protective over Jeonghan

-> One out of two people, who had placed Jeonghan in the asylum that had ruined him

"Listen, and listen well, because I don't want to repeat this again. You made a FUCKING deal. You promised that you'll pull through your end of the bargain as we did. So if you can't give the shit we requested, the deal is off. Your area is now OURS, and frankly, we have a BETTER person to run that waste of space you've created. So, nighty night BASTARD. Say hi to Satan for us,"

3. Jeon Wonwoo

(Negotiator/Lookout)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Dissociative Identity Disorder | | Hand tremors |

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> As of now, is known to have 5 main alters: Meet The Alters

-> Rumours were said that he was tempted to take Jeonghan's place as Boss, but it was never confirmed

-> Has poor eyesight, but when in action, they sharpen and strengthen, as if he's new

-> Despite being the negotiator of the Purple Rose, he hates gambling

"Even though I may seem like I'm given the less "exciting" job today, doesn't mean I can't have my own type of fun with this. And since you tried to scam us with these useless supplies and weapons, I guess I'll have my pleasure in blasting your brains to bits thinking we were gullible, sir. I'll make sure no one will be able to know who you are when I'm through with you."

4. Wen Junhui

(Supplier/Spy)

Partner: Jeon Wonwoo (@seventeen-chatbot) 💖💕

Characteristics:

| Perfectionist | | Fickle |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

Facts:

-> Constantly moving and twitching, some saying he gained these mannerisms from Jeonghan

-> Likes to copy others movements and sayings

-> The second member of the Purple Rose, who likes to be the messiest with their victims

-> Knows Kung Fu and Martial Arts, so he doesn't always rely on his weapons

"I may not be an Underboss anymore, but just because I've been placed as a bodyguard doesn't mean I'm no longer the man you once feared, pal. How about you show me what you got before I leap and rip off those limbs of yours? Or should we just get to the ripping limbs part already?

5. Kim Mingyu -

(Bodyguard/Ex Underboss)

Partner: Yoon Jeonghan, None

Characteristics:

| Optimistic | | Short-tempered |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| PTSD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Due to his past mistake of abandonment, he lost his position as Underboss and was nearly killed by Jeonghan until he changed plans

-> Protects all members, especially the Boss, the Underboss, and Consiglier

-> Is a clean person that it is possible that he is a germaphobic, but can be messy with his victims with little discomfort

-> Is also a seducer when the job calls for it

"I'm getting sick and tired with your babbling, you know that? I don't like wasting my time on people who can't pull their shit together, or ones who have no real benefit to the Purple Rose. So, I'm going to do us both the favor and end this short. But with a loud bang!"

6. Lee Jihoon -

(Consigliere)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

Facts:

-> Representative of the Purple rose, always attending any meetings that the group is involved in

-> The man behind every Purple Rose plan since the day he joined

-> Has trust issues, so it's difficult to gain his trust

-> Despite his height, he's still intimidating and becomes hostile to people referring to him as "cute"

"Although I had a great time with you, fellas, I have to get going. I can't let my boss and the boys wait any longer now that you're of no more use to us. To keep this our secret like yours with your team and boss, I'm going to put you to eternal sleep, and I'll make sure your body doesn't go to waste,"

7. Xu Minghao -

(Spy/Hacker)

Partner: None

Characteristics:

| Jokeful | | Energetic |

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| Shared psychotic disorder | | PTSD |

| Psychotic Disorder|

Facts:

-> Not once did he want to join in any criminal activity, but because of Jun, he was dragged in and now shares his Schizophrenia

-> Is a cannibal

-> He knows how to use all types of technology, and his hacking skills are beyond most hackers

-> During spy work, he dyes his hair a temporary color

"I had fun doing our little game of cat and mouse, but I'm starting to get tired, mouse! And you look just as tired as I am, right? So, do me a favor of standing still, smiling at me, and letting me gut you out. I'll make sure to bury you somewhere nice with some purple roses. A reminder that you never FUCK with the Purple Rose, scumbag,"

8. Lee Seokmin -

(Navigator/Runner)

Partner: Byun Baekhyun (@ghoulxbaekhyun) 💙✨

Characteristics:

Mental Illnesses/Diseases:

| ADHD | | Psychotic disorder |

Facts:

-> Is a cannibal, but only on certain days

-> Knows various places: hidden clubs, certain bases, every inch of a city and town, and more

-> Although he's easy to persuade, he will always obey the Boss and the Underboss if it's serious

-> Says disturbing things with a sweet, devilish smile

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Chats: Open

Asks: Open

Reblog: Open

Requests: Closed

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sparkexplosive · 4 years ago

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Grateful To Have You In My Life [Kirishima Eijirou]

Kirishima Eijrou X F!Reader

Word Count: 1,578

A/N: This is my writing piece for my contribution to the Konoha Simps Server Collab. You can find the rest of the amazing works by beautiful human beings right here! If you want to be involved in future collaborations or even just be in a place to meet new people and talk about anime, feel free to join us.

Konoha Simps Discord Server created by @bakubabes-hatake

Sorry for any grammar or spelling in advance.

The red haired pro hero, Red Riot couldn’t stand still patiently for you to arrive with Mina. He was standing in front of the river where the moonlight was bouncing off the water reflection. This is their special spot since they have been dating for so many years now. They would disconnect from the outside to have some peace and quiet. This location was surrounded by nature completely.

Kirishims Eijrou was pacing back and forward while reaching towards his red tie to loosen the knot. He felt so restrained. He is feeling extremely nervous and has been wanting to propose for months now. He knows you are most likely to accept his proposal but his anxiety keeps getting the better of him. What if you shut down… it ruins their relationship together.

The two of you go back to elementary school where you usually hang out with Mina and her friends. You were fairly popular among his peers and were crushed by numerous boys. He was also one of the boys that had a major crush on you. You found his quirk cool unlike everyone else.

The five year old, with [hair color] was awed over seeing the skin of his arm harden and touching his arm with pure curious eyes.

“Your quirk is so cool! Kiri!” You exclaimed loudly ignoring the surprised looks from his peers as if she was crazy considering his quirk to be cool.

But for some reason, he was always the one you would pick to be partners with you in anything classroom project with all the way through to middle school. You got restricted from partnering up with Mina, for unknown reasons other than they are close friends. Teachers restricted the two to never to be partners which earned whinnies from Mina especially. You weren’t whining as much as Mina but accept it. You were happy to work with Kirishima regardless.

However around his last year in middle school, was when the two of you got fairly close, despite his classmates hating him for getting to spend time on one of the popular girls in his grade out of school. You actually helped him to train to get some muscle into his limbs and accompany him on morning runs despite having a different dream from him. You always wanted to be a doctor since you were a kid.

Your quirk was more suited to be in the medical field.

But you insisted on helping him and continued being his morning jog buddy. When you heard the news of him being accepted into U.A. You took him off guard when you were screaming his name in the school halls.

“Eijirou!” You move smoothly without bumping into other middle schoolers, before tackling him into a bear hug You tackle him to the ground with a hard thump which out of reflex activates his quirk on his back. You hugged him tightly causing the hormonal teen to be flustered.

You pull away having the biggest grin across your lips, “A step closer to your dream! I knew you could get in! See what happens when you believe in yourself.”

Then getting your contract information despite living in the same neighborhood, at the end of the year.

“Mina reminded me. I never actually gave you my number. Here’s my number and text me anytime.” You took his hand and wrote down your number on his palm.

“Don’t forget about me. Superhero.” You kissed his cheek before running away to catch up with the girls.

He unconsciously was holding on the cheek that you peck having a giant blush to come across his cheeks. His crush kissed his cheek and started repeating it over with shock and love struck expression on his face. He immediately saved your phone number on his phone.

Never lose a contract ever since.

You were the one who helped him dye his black hair to bright red since you dye your own hair with highlights and such. You became his own hairstylist and hung out throughout the two of you busy schedules.

However, Mina is the responsible one who took upon herself to be a couple matcher. He is thankful for Mina for hooking the two together if it wasn’t for her. You would have been long gone taken by someone else, when Kirishima would have gotten the confidence to ask you out. Mina had sent you a text pretending to be Kriishima asking you out for a movie date which you accepted giving the poor boy a heart attack.

“Your welcome! You can thank me later.” Mina was smirking teasingly while Kirishima was staring at the television where his friends were playing video games. He got his character killed when Mina out of nowhere says, “You have movie night tomorrow at 7 with [Nickname]!”

Exe.Kirishima stopped working and dropped his gaming consoles to take the phone out of Mina's hands to see what you wrote back to him.

Having the longest crush on you over 8 years, was hard enough for his heart to take, but to see you actually accept the invitation gave the poor boy a heart attack. For the longest time, he thought you didn’t even see him in that sort of light, nothing more than friendship. The rest became history. The two of you made it official halfway on second year while you were attending medical field high school and he was in U.A.

Once U.A expanded on having medical field courses, Mina and you plan on surprising him when you transfer over on their 3rd year while doing an internship with a Recovery girl due to having similar quirk like her. Kirisima was thrilled to have you closer to him, but often used very excused in the book to come to visit you in the nurse office. The Recovery Girl had to restrict him from visiting so much for silly things.

Now being together through hell and back with scares on both sides, thinking Kirishima got himself killed but was only injured intensely while the hospital you worked at was attacked. Everything life throws to their relationship, they will overcome it just like the others. You support his work as a hero and celebrate with him each time when he continues ranking up in the pro hero ranks. He does the same supporting you on becoming a doctor that he would help you as best as he can with it when it comes down to studying such as holding flash cards.

But he would never change it for the world.

Being together for 4 years, you were his number one fan from the very beginning. You were the one who pushed him and walked withhim to turn in his slip in middle school. You believe in him when no else would. You thought his quirk was amazing despite what others thought.

He was playing with the ring box that was in his pocket and trying to practice his words that he wanted to tell you. He wants it to be perfect as possible. He spent time with you out to do a quest with the help of his friends for you to get a flower at each location that held special memories with each other. Mina was the last one to lead you to this exact spot where he is standing at.

This place was where the two of you first kissed each other and the place where it all began.

“Would you take the honors to make me the happiest man in the world- No its too cheesy.” Kirishima was running his fingers through his hair in frustration and continued to try. He has yet to acknowledge your presence.

Mina left you there with a smile on her face. You were holding a bunch of flowers that represented his emotions for you. You were mind blown by the sight in front of you, he had hung up Christmas lights on the trees and had a wooden bench where there was food in containers.

A soft smile crosses your lips, seeing Kirishima pacing back and forward, until he stops and takes a deep breath.

“[Nickname], will you stay beside my side to the rest of our lives as my partner, best friend?” Kirishima confidently says, before shaking his head no.

“Too simple-” He jumped and froze up when he felt your arms around his waist. “You are overthinking it. Baby. My answer will remain the same.”

He turns around with a shy smile and scratches his head nervously. “Was it too much?”

“Ask me the question.” You pulled away looking starred in his ruby red eyes.

Kirishima kneels down to his kneel before licking his lips and letting out a nervous chuckle.

“Will you marry me?”

You placed your hands on the side of his face when you answered with, “Yes, you big goof.”

A giant smile appears on top of his face revealing his sharp teeth with his vision becoming blurry. You bend down to press your lips against his softly and pull away, before hearing him.

“Thank you so much for everything.” A couple tears came down his cheeks which caused you to clean them off.

“I love you.” You whispered

“I love you too.” Kirishima hugs your waist to only jump at the sudden round of applause that could be heard behind some bushes.

“MINA! DENKI!”

“SORRY! I HAD TO GET IT ON TAPE!”

“SHE DRAGGED ME INTO THIS!”

#Eijrou kirishima x reader

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milkybunbuns · 4 years ago

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smile → kita.s

Cinemas - 4

w/c: 1.4 K

warnings: vomiting, disobeying Kita which is a sin in itself and extreme dumbness ;p

SMILE MASTERLIST

"HEY HEY HEY! HOW YER GUYS DOING?"

"since when did you start saying hey hey hey, stealing the owl head's line i see?"

"hey! i can say whatever i want, thank you."

"however y/n-san, under my watch you can't. i will not let you use such profanities and take after the miya twins."

"awww kita-senpai, you're such a mom sometimes."

"i'm sorry, but i don't identify myself as a female?"

"okay okay, you're such a dad sometimes."

"i'm too young to be a dad. i don't plan to have children anytime soon"

"well, too bad, you're literally pure husband material."

"i don't know if i should take that as a compliment."

"you should!"

"Y/N-CHAAAAN, HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME. I'M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU. AS SOON AS YOU SAW KITA-SAN, YOUR EYES WENT ALL LOVEY DOVEY AND GOOGOOE."

"googooe?"

"yes, googooe, pronounced goo goo eeeeee."

"er, i don't think your sane no.2."

"why am i no.2, i'm older than 'samuuu!"

"yet, he is 1) more mature 2) cooks like a god 3) so much nicer 4) doesn't call his fans pigs 5) hotter 6) more husband material than you will ever be."

"how is he hotter? we literally look the same."

"his hair looks hotter than your not so blonde hair. i mean, why couldn't you dye your hair a platinum blond, not this, this this this, piss coloured hair."

"excuse me, but my hair is not piss colour."

"oh really, when was the last time you checked the mirror?"

"today."

"did the mirror not shatter?"

"well, oh beautiful amazing taste in fashion one, what would be a good hair colour."

"grey like 'samu's! You would look good with strawberry blond as well"

"she obviously has something for grey-haired boys."

"i know right rinyyy."

"ew, that name. please kill me."

"it would be my pleasure riny! but first, you have to survive till the end of high school, we need you to score points."

"urghhhh."

"now that you say it, y/n does seem to have a thing for grey-haired volleyball boys...

the only third year she calls with senpai is kita-san, but that could just be because he's utterly terrified of him which doesn't seem like the case cause she's always chatting to him. and that other day at the gym-"

"WAIT, YOU SAW THAT!? ARGH MY DIGNITY."

"yes i saw that. continuing on.

she likes osamu more than atsumu."

"you don't need to shove that in my face gingin."

"oh mah gawd, would yer shut up already and stop interrupting me."

"yes sir!"

"y/n also seems to be a fan of bokuto-san."

"so the next person she might be liking could be...

sugawara from karasuno...."

"why would you even know anyone from a minor school? that's so un-atsumu like."

"how do you know they are from a minor school riny?"

"i'm smarter than you."

"not true!"

"please explain why i'm in a higher class than you this year..."

"you cheated!"

"i'm too lazy to cheat."

"currently considering life choices."

"i want to die."

"Same. Let's die together- WAIT, WHERE DID KITA-SAN GO!?"

"OH MY, WAS HE KIDNAPPED? THIS CAN'T BE! I STILL NEED TO GROW UP AND HAVE KIDS WITH HIM AND LIVE ON A FARM TOGETHER."

"you want to do that with me?"

"KITAAAAAA-SENPAIIII, YOU'RE ALIVE!!!"

"yes of course i am. it's time to go, stop mucking around."

"hai!!", both you and atsumu saluted to him, marching behind him like soldiers.

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finally, everyone found themselves situated inside the cinemas. surprisingly, everyone wasn't kicked out the moment they stepped foot into the theatre, with you and osamu immediately rushing for the snacks corner. the two of you had picked out about 5 large boxes of popcorn, 3 butter, one caramel and one f/f. even though atsumu was usually forgotten, this time he was dragged along, shouting in joy at how he had been included. soon enough, he found out the true reason as for why he was summoned. he was to carry all the boxes of popcorn that had been purchased... let's say, it was a hobby of all the second years to ruin atsumu's life in a playful joking manner.

"isn't that too much popcorn to consume?"

"nah! don't worry about it kita-senpai, we'll finish it all!"

"it's not healthy and you can get a stomach ache."

"awww, stop being such a downer."

"don't say i didn't warn yer."

"eh okay, whatever."

the movie that had been chosen was a sappy romance movie, with you sitting next to kita since the others didn't want to face his cold logic if they stepped out of the line. sitting away would mean that there would be a lower chance of getting caught in the act of something dumb. cowards. yeah, cowards. that's what they all were. although the movie tickets that had been purchased were for the front row, the whole group had decided to sit wherever they wanted, much to the displeasure of kita. yet, he kept his harsh side in, for the sake of having a good time.

yui was beside you, taking a box of popcorn for herself, well behind the three of you sat osamu, atsumu and suna, the trouble second years. you liked to consider yourself a sane second year, although more often than not, you would join in the antics of them. they had 2 boxes of popcorn in hand, one butter and one caramel. behidn the trouble second years, sat the regular third years minus kita, with the remaining boxes of popcorn. kita and yourself had picked out the f/f popcorn since it was your favourite. i mean, kita couldn't really care less about what flavour popcorn he got. popcorn was popcorn, there's no difference. at least, that's what he thought.

"everyone, quiet down, you're disturbing the other people and we don't want to get kicked out like last time. right atsumu?"

"er, uhm, yes kita-san?"

"what's with the doubtful tone."

"nothin'!"

"be quiet, the movie is beginning."

"ah ah ah okay."

within the first 20 minutes of the movie, half the box of popcorn that was shared between you and kita was gone. kita hadn't even grabbed any popcorn, it was all you. at this rate, the popcorn would be completely gone before half of the movie goes by. since you were meant to keep quiet in the room, kita couldn't scold you for eating so much popcorn verbally, only staring at you which didn't seem to have any effect. you dipped your hand back in, grabbing a handful of popcorn, only to be stopped by a warm hand which was placed over the top of the box so you couldn't take your hand out. the feeling of kita's hand sent butterflies to your stomach, which was ruined as soon as you looked up to see his gaze. he looked at you sternly, a small frown on his face, which indicated that he wanted you to slow down. you obviously decided to come up with another way to eat popcorn, so that's where all your brain cells went to... devising ways to get food...

you used your free hand to shove it's way into yui's box of popcorn, but was quickly stopped by her since she didn't want to s hare with you, knowing that you'd just gobble it all up. frowing, you reached behind you, osamu immediately passing you a box of popcorn, since he was aware that if you didn't get the popcorn, you'd probably make him do a bunch of serving drills...too bad you couldn't do it to the other manager and captain. not wasting a moment, you shoved a handful in your mouth, making kita sigh quietely.

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"urghhh..."

"y/n-san, see, i told you not to eat-"

"bleeech..."

"so much popcorn and you said you could handle it."

"yeah, i- bleccccch- can."

currently kita was pulling your hair away from your face as you vomitted into a plastic bag that he had conveniently brought along. you, being a smartass, decided to go around and basically finish 7 boxes of popcorn which resulted in the current situation. whoever told you it was a smart idea to eat so much popcorn was totally out of their mind. unfortunately suna was in the background recording you and your misfortune and there was nothing you could do about it, with kita lecturing you.

"no you can't, let's get you home."

"ughhh, fine, okay."

"good."

"here, take some honey drops. it'll help you get the bitter taste out of your mouth."

"thank you kita-senpai!!"

"it's no problem. atsumu, osamu, suna. stop. laughing."

"yes sir!!"

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kneesheee · 4 years ago

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here comes the bind

Day Four: Soulmates | Wedding

The day was finally here.

The day of the JayKyle wedding.

Apollo and Aphrodite were currently riding around in his chariot scaring the living hell out of everyone. No one had seen the gods of beauty this angry since Apollo killed Python and Aphrodite was torturing Psyche. The two of them were supposed to be helping their children get ready, but the day had to be perfect. That meant everyone needed to get with the program.

The chosen location wasn’t Themyscira or Bana-Mighdall. It wasn’t anywhere in LA, Gotham or Ireland. It wasn’t anywhere in Greece or Rome. It wasn’t even on Olympus.

No, they decided to host the wedding on Outlaw Island.

[They made sure to invite everyone even Eris. No one wanted a repeat of the Trojan War.]

The Fates were sitting in their own section ready to show off the life strings of the two demigods. [The news that they were preparing to give was going to be a shocker.]

The gods that each a hand in raising the boys and watching them grow sat near the front. Hera would be the one marrying the two. The Outlaws would have sat behind them if not for being members of the wedding party. Their mortal families [which for Kyle meant the Lanterns] sat behind them. Kyle’s sat on the left while Jason’s sat on the right. It was to represent the sun rising in the east and setting in the west. There had been quite a commotion when Bruce realized that he was going to be sat near Talia. Only to then throw an even bigger fit when he realized that she came before him in the lineup. (His feelings will be so hurt when he realized the most important part.] Right behind their mortal families sat the Amazons who all had a hand in training the boys. Each side of them. Scattered throughout the rest of the seats were other members of the pantheon and the Justice League. They were seated by their level of importance to the couple (a lot of members of the Justice League and various assassins and aliens were seated near the back).

Demeter and Dionysus grew apple, myrtle, and laurel trees before morphing them into archways. There was backdrop of the couple’s favorite hill where one could look over the sea point out where the sun connects.

Poseidon pulled seashell from the sea up to create the walkway. Bust of the gods were dotted around the seating area.

Hera sniffed a little disdainfully, “We were going to do a traditional Hellenic wedding, but the boys wanted to modernize it. Luckily, we managed to get most of everything done, so now we can begin the service.”

She gave her stepson a look and Apollo began to sing while the Muses harmonized with him. Smiles lit up everyone’s face to hear the pure joy and love in the father’s voice. He was nothing if not lovable. The mortals swayed on their feet due to the divine energy spreading throughout the song. It took everything in their power and then some to keep them seated.

Suddenly, another voice began to sing, and everyone turned to look. Draped in a cream chiton with a golden chlamys around him, Jason looked like red headed version of his father before him. His freckles stood out on his skin. The black dye was fading away at the ends of his hair. The symbol of the lyre was on a band wrapped around his arm. Laurel leaves were braided into his hair. His blue green eyes had a ring of gold surrounding them as he smiled ecstatically. On his arm was Talia who smirked smugly at Bruce as she walked her son down the aisle. She was wearing a pale gold peplos with her hair falling into princess curls. She smiled lovingly at him when she had to let him go, giving him a kiss on the forehead, before moving on to her seat. Jason continued to sing alongside his father who had tears prickling at the corner of his eyes.

The sound of giggling could be heard before Lian Harper skipped out into the party. Persephone had braided flowers into her hair while giving her seeds of rose and hyacinth. Every time the little girl threw to the ground said flower burst into full bloom, yet the scent never smelled too much nor appalling.

Another beat passed before Kyle appeared dressed in a salmon himation. Jason audibly gasped at the sight and Kyle froze for half a second after seeing him. Giggles could be heard from their friends and the nymphs at the two’s reaction. Hal had to tug on Kyle’s hand to get him moving. Myrtle leaves had been braided into Kyle’s hair giving him a look almost like the nymphs. His tanned legs were long and true with rose wrapped around his ankles before tying around his sandals. His iridescent eyes looked like rainbow prisms flashing a deep pink and blue and indigo. Jason’s heart skipped a beat. He could stare in Kyle’s eyes until the end of time and still never have enough of them.

Apollo and the Muses’ song slowed to a stop as the two made it to the end. Hal smiled at Kyle like a proud father before patting him on the shoulder. He would’ve ruffled his hair if it weren’t for the way that Aphrodite was glaring daggers with a smile on her face.

The couple stood before each other in front of the High Queen. The Goddess of Marriage. She smiled at them both. She remembered the wide-eyed looks both gave when they had been first introduced to the family. She remembered the light blushes on each of their cheeks. The first thing Jason had said was that she was pretty, and Kyle had immediately ignored everyone as he began to sketch her right then and there. They had followed all of them around like little ducklings whenever the two were on Olympus. Kyle with his mother and Jason with the Amazons.

Hera will admit if only to herself that she had thought that Jason would end up with Artemis from Bana-Mighdall. At least until she realized that the girl wasn’t interested in boys and that Jason saw her as another sister figure. She had also thought that Kyle would end up with Jessica once the female lantern came around, but the two of them had a close familial bond that warmed Hera’s heart.

The ceremony passed in a blur for the two boys as they stared each other in the eyes. Hera’s words being tuned out as Kyle felt the love that Jason held for him [though it was tinged with something else. Something a little darker.] and Jason could see their future together [though it faded a little around the edges like an old movie].

Their vows had been short and sweet as their guests stared in awe at the sight of the boys’ essences began blend around them. Hera was going all out for everyone to see how beautiful and wonderful the two were.

Hera smiled with a teeth and threatening eyes as she looked out into the crowd, “If anyone objects to this union, please speak now or forever hold your piece.” Everyone glanced nervously at each other while Apollo, Aphrodite, Hal, and Talia calmly fingered their weapons.

“We do,” three voices stated together. Everyone turned in shock to look at who would be foolish enough to go against the very protective wedding party. Jaws dropped as they took in the sight of the Morai.

Clotho was holding onto a life string that was so slowly unraveling, “They are soulmates,” Clotho stated. “A bond more beautiful and truer than Helen and Paris. Yet, just like those two… their lives are doom due to outside influences interfering with their bond.”

Apollo and Aphrodite started to glow with rage. Even their anger paled in contrast with Hera’s. She planned this wedding from top to bottom. Not a single thing was to go wrong. Yet, the fates were here to tell them that their efforts were for nothing. They would ruin this occasion. The three of them began to yell loudly.

“What outside influence? We all made sure to be careful and abide by your rules,” Hera snarled. She began to glow with power. Every mortal around senses began to go off screaming danger.

Lachesis only stared at her as Apollo and Aphrodite were being held back and comforted. Even Bruce and Dick had gotten over themselves to keep Talia pinned in place. This was her son’s wedding. Hal was being held the combine willpower of the other Lanterns and the Flash [Barry and Wally]. It wouldn’t be the first time the Fates were faced with a god’s [and mortals’] anger nor would it be the last. “On the day of Kyle’s proposal, Jason managed to nick himself with one of Eros’ arrows. One of his most famed love arrows. Apollyon, you know how it feels. The cut may have healed, but that does not mean the effects were gone. And such, Kyle himself managed to accidently cut himself when returning said arrows. Why do you think Eros has disappeared?”

She was right. Eros and Psyche were gone. No one knew where they went. Kyle had been so sad to know that his favored brother wouldn’t even attend his wedding. There had been a lot of tears and anger and yells when Kyle realized that.

Atropos rose a brow, “You should all figure out a way to fix this. This is not love anymore. And you, Aphrodite knows what happens when a child a love cannot feel.”

Aphrodite did know. Her baby wouldn’t die. No, he would fade away. He would slowly lose all motor function. Then his mind will begin to break slowly. Slowly but surely, his heart will stop pumping blood until it stops completely. He would be paper thin in touch with only the slightest contact leaving his skin to peel away like ash. She felt sick. She couldn’t believe she was going through this again.

Jason had noticed that Kyle seemed different. His bright eyes were look dull and blank. His evenly spread tan seemed as if the color was seeping right out of him. Even with Apollo’s essence healing him from inside out… Kyle just seemed so drained. Jason had thought it was stress from the wedding. Kyle had been filled with nerves. He threw up on every other occasion. But now--- he was a child of love. He was a Lantern. He couldn’t not feel love. It was impossible. Kyle had to feel. He was one of the most expressive people that Jason knew. Every ring that he wielded could be traced back to love. It was why Jason always said that Aphrodite was the most powerful of the Olympians.

Jason turned to look at Kyle when he felt something shift. His teal eyes met with Kyle’s and suddenly, Jason felt this uncontrollable hunger. He loved Kyle. He needed Kyle. He could see the same desire running through Kyle’s tired eyes.

Something must have shown on his face because as soon as he began to lunge for Kyle, Talia tackled him to the ground. Aphrodite yanked Kyle away from the altar as if he was giant cat. The two of them struggled to get to each other.

Before Kyle seemed to freeze before turning away and vomiting right on the ground. Specks of blood appeared, and Aphrodite cried out in shock. Jason could only stare in horror.

Again?

Kyle was dying.

#jaykyleweek2020 #jaykyle #Jason Todd #Kyle Rayner #demigod au

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Shattered Chains of Fate Ch. 9

Crown of Thorns

Before they set off for Seireitei the next morning Ichigo hands a backpack to each of his friends.

‘Backpack’ isn’t the right word. It’s a sling bag that will strap across one shoulder each. Kukaku had been nice enough to provide him with them. They’ve got basic medicines, rations, a small flashlight and a bowie knife, a few other things that came in strangely useful in Ichigo’s experience. Like a roll of tinfoil, and a ball of rubber bands.

“Once we get into the seireitei, we’re gonna make a flashy entrance. People are going to see us and they’re going to report on what we look like. As soon as we land we need to find the laundry, or the barracks, and steal uniforms.”

He holds a hand up to keep Uryu from objecting.

“I know you hate it. Deal with it. Orihime and I will be the most distinct. Chad and Uryu can probably change clothes, maybe hair styles and be fine. She and I will have to change hair color.”

They won’t have time to dye their hair, and even if they did Ichigo knows they were both loath to do so. Orihime prided her hair for Sora, her brother. Ichigo was just plain stubborn.

“There’s wigs in both of our bags,” and in Ichigos, his Chaldeas combat uniform in all its white and black glory. It will cover the rather distinct mark on his chest. He turns to their guide.

“Yoruichi. There’s different squads, what do we need to know about them? Characteristics, duties, positions. Anything.”

The cat has been staring at him this entire time. Ichigo doesn’t quite know what to make of it. She shakes herself out of it.

“You’re right. Each squad has different duties and different specialities. There’s also rivalries between certain squads. Each squad has approximately 200 individuals.”

“That’s not good,” Ichigo grimaces. “200 is small enough to be able to recognize people by face if not name.”

“Yes, but the turnover rate for unseated officers is low enough I don’t think it will pose a problem,” Yoruichi continues. She gives them a run through of symbols and squads associated with them, before moving on, “the first division is made up of those who are able to take charge. They rank highest, besides seated officers. They will be the second worst to masquerade as. The absolute worst will be the second division, who work as covert operations. They handle wetwork.”

“Assassins,” Ichigo understands. “And spies?”

“Sometimes. That also falls to the Third division, which serves as a secondary source of information gathering and is in charge of media, communication, and, for lack of a better word, propaganda. Fourth division is medics and combat medics. The fifth has historically been an emergency response system, and are one of the most combat ready.”

Ichigo nods along. Orihime would be best suited to the forth then. Chad, perhaps the fifth?

“The sixth division runs internal affairs. Even if Rukia had not been their captain's sister, it would have been someone from the sixth sent to retrieve her. Seventh doesn’t have a particular speciality as far as I know, but they are typically sincere people. The eighths division is made up almost entirely of women, and they are the reservists and jacks of all trades. They work closely with the thirteenth. Rukia’s own division.”

“Are they mostly women as well?”

“No. They typically do the most work outside of the soul society, sending people to the living world and protecting people from hollows. Ninth division is also combat oriented. They are entrusted with the defense of the seireitei. They count the paperwork of all high ranking officers as well. The tenth is in charge of inter squad cooperation and joint task forces. The eleventh is full of heavy hitters and combat specialists. They are one of the largest divisions, and also the one with the highest mortality rate. Twelfth is research and development. We should avoid them as well.”

Ichigo taps his fingers along his leg. “Orihime should find something from the fourth. She’s the only one who can heal, and can probably pass her abilities off as a zanpakuto if needed. None of the rest of us could be in the eighth, and the thirteenth seems too close to each other to be fooled. I don’t know enough about science for the twelve.”

“I could probably pass, but I would rather not,” Uryu agrees.

“That’s fine. I think it’s best if I say I’m in the eleventh. I have the sword and the fighting ability too. Chad, I think you’d be best for ninth. And Uryu, sixth. We need to avoid one through three if we can.”

“Ichigo…”

Ichigo looks up at Chad. “Huh?”

“When did you start planning like this?”

Ichigo doesn’t know how to answer that. He learned on the battlefields of france. He learned in the streets of london. He learned on the decks of the Golden Hind, the plains of america, the mountains of the middle east and the deserts of egypt. They had been weaker, they had been lesser. They had heart and desperation, but they had to fight smarter not just harder. It was the only option. He had to learn or he had to die.

“Chaldea, I guess,” he finally says. “We need to be quick and careful. This is a rescue mission, not a war.”

Chad looks at him for a long moment. Finally, he nods.

“Okay.”

They break apart and come back together around the ball that Kukaku hands them. She looks at Ichigo intently.

“This energy needs to be balanced between all of you equally. Your power is insane. You’ll have to put barely any into it.”

“That’ll suck,” Ichigo says bluntly. “I’m not good at holding back.”

He runs his fingers through his hair. “No choice though. Let’s go.”

Before they can start, Ganju grabs his wrist. Ichigo keeps himself from elbowing him in the face.

“What?” Ichigo asks, turning to look at him.

“Why are you going through all of this for one shinigami? Why is she so special?” Ganju asks. For once he looks absolutely serious. Ichigo stands straighter and lifts his stubborn jaw.

“It’s because she saved my life. And my family’s lives. She gave her power to me, and because of that she’s going to die. I owe her,” he said again, “And I will repay that debt.”

Ganju searches his face for something. Whatever he finds must satisfy him. He lets go of Ichigo, but Ichigo grabs his arm before he can get far.

“Why are you coming along? It’s not like you have a stake in this. You’re not one of our friends. You’ve never even met any of us before this, and you clearly hate shinigami.”

Ganju looks ready to say something, but Kukaku shoves her way between them and cuts it off.

“Enough chit chat, let’s go already. You’re wasting daylight, idiot.”

Ichigo can’t argue with that. They circle the sphere and Ichigo lets only the barest of his reiryoku bleed into it.

He’s not oblivious. He knows the difference in his power and theirs is about where he and Mash had been when they’d first began. She was endowed with the power and skills of a great warrior of ages past and he was little more than an amateur mage who fought punks on the side.

Now he’s got his own power, his own sword, and he’s been trained by the best warriors to ever walk the earth. He’d learned at the knees of literal legends. He’d faced down gods and demons and he’d lead armies.

He had the power, he had the experience.

It’s time to go.

They climb into the canon, form the sphere, and the chant begins.

Kido isn’t so different from magic. The only difference is the type of energy that’s being used. Reiryoku and mana are the opposite of two coins, the body and the soul. The living and the dead.

Ichigo figures now he stands somewhere between the two. He doesn’t fully understand. He doesn’t need to.

All he needs to know is how to fight and win, for the sake of his friends.

Ichigo will admit, it’s somewhat terrifying how big this goddamn continent is. They’ve been marching for what feels like forever. He knows that the northern army has been holding the celts back for at least a week. He doesn’t know how much longer they can last, and they themselves are still a good week from the white house.

The stress of the situation was still heavy on Ichigo’s shoulders, but Kyo was a good person to carry part of it. Mash is under just as much stress as he is, but she must be made of stronger stuff than he is.

She presses on with all the faith in the world that they will stand victorious when the dust settles.

Ichigo has less faith, and more bullheaded refusal to accept any other outcome.

Kyo, he can tell, doesn’t understand this.

They stand in a field of death. Celts lay at their feet, blood drips from Ichigo’s sword and stains his cheek. His orange hair is dyed red in places.

These are soldiers who were born only to fight. They were made to die at the behest of a wicked queen and an artificial king. They never knew childhood. They never knew joy or a future. They only knew the present, they only knew what they were made to do.

To fight. To kill. To die.

“This is wrong,” Ichigo says, his hands fisted at his side and his jaw set in stubborn anger. In one hand his sword weeps bloody tears into crushed flowers at his feet. A mansion sets in the background, once grand, and around them stretches the ruins of a garden. A headless cherub gushes brown water into a red basin.

Kyo reaches down and plucks the flower from its place on the ground. Ichigo knows well he has the heart of a poet and the mind of a scholar.

“Orchids,” he says, showing Ichigo where the violet petals stretch through the violent stains.

“I doubt we can get perfume from them.” The stench of rot and death hasn’t set in just yet, but it will. Ichigo would rather not stick around.

“No, but they’re out of place here, don’t you think?” He must see the scowl on Ichigo’s face, for he goes on without prompting. “Orchids are a spring flower. One of the four gentlemen. They’re a rather old concept in art.”

“Old for you must mean ancient for us,” Ichigo tries to turn the subject, but Kyo merely shrugs.

“You humans live short, scared lives. And we, long and terrible ones. It’s the way things are…”

It’s there again. The look in Kyo’s eyes. The one he’d had when he was first telling Ichigo about Rukongai and seireitei, and the empty throne that sits atop the world. There’s a longing for change, Kyo is too stubborn and ambitious not to have it, but there’s something else holding him back.

Ichigo scowls and closes the distance between them in a single stride.

“You just sound defeatist. So it’s hard, so you’ll have to fight. So you just give up? Are you going to give in to the status quo when you return to Soul Society?” Ichigo demands. He grasps Kyo by the front of his shihakusho and drags him so close that their noses almost touch. Brown eyes meet brown, one set wide and the other narrowed. “Half the fight is always mental. If you talk like that, you’ll never win, and nothing will never change!”

Ichigo bites out his hardest truth. “A victor should talk about how the world should be. Not how the world is.”

Kyo opens and closes his mouth, gaping like a fish. Ichigo has never seen the man so wrong footed before. Even when Ichigo had shoved part of his soul into Kyo’s body, there hadn’t been time for him to be so stunned.

Now he gets to see those brown eyes shift. From shock to understanding to a near burning determination that his calm demeanor barely betray’s.

Ichigo is getting good at reading him.

He can see the blossoming dream inside his heart. Soon time will erase everything, but maybe, just maybe, some things will remain. Impressions, hopes. Dreams.

Kyo lifts the orchid up between them, purple and red in equal turns, and incinerates it with only a whispered spell.

* *

They’re forced to split apart upon entry.

It’s not ideal, nothing about the situation is. All the same, Ichigo deals with it.

He finds himself spat out into a street with no name and no distinction with Ganju, who lands in a pile of sand while Ichigo himself land catlike on his feet. Yoruichi still sits on his shoulder, steady and growing familiar. She isn’t Fou, but the presence is welcome all the same.

It takes all of ten minutes for someone to find them.

Typical.

Ichigo glances at Yoruichi on his shoulder. “Are you staying, or do you wanna step to the side?”

Yoruichi considers him with those wide golden eyes of hers. He always feels like she’s looking more than skin deep.

“I’ll be off to the side. Don’t get into too much trouble.”

“Give me some credit,” Ichigo rolls his eyes and bends down enough that Yoruichi can hop to the ground comfortably.

He tilts his head at Ganju. “Hey. I’ll take the stronger one. Do what you want with pretty boy.”

“Oh?” one of the opposing shinigami smiles and flutters his weird feather eyelashes at him. “You really think I’m pretty?”

It wasn’t meant to be a compliment. Ichigo grimaced at him. “You look like you spend twenty minutes in front of a mirror every morning. If you don’t exfoliate, I’m a hollow.”

“Well, Yumichika, looks like this guy has got you pegged!” the other one, a blond man who has his sword propped on a shoulder, grins at Ichigo. There’s red around the corners of his eyes. Make up? Tattoos?

“I’m not pegging anyone, thanks,” Ichigo says dryly.

The three dead people stare at him blankly.

“Huh?” pretty boy, Yumichika, asks.

Ichigo shook his head swiftly. “I’m not explaining that.” At least Yoruichi snorted at him.

“Well, doesn’t matter. All I need to know is that today…” the bald man started bouncing around on his toes with his sword out in front of him. Dancing? “I’m lucky! Lucky, it’s my lucky day!”

“Ichigo!” Ganju hisses, grabbing his shoulder. “I’m not fighting these guys, they’re way too strong! I’m gonna run.”

“What? No. If you run we might get split up! That’s a terrible plan, just hold him off until I finish my fight.”

“Hah?” Ganju scowls at him. “Since when are you the boss?!”

“Since I knocked your ass flat on the ground, that’s when!”

“I don’t care what you say,” Ganju scrambles out of the sand box he made. “I’m outta here!”

Ichigo watches him go sprinting before he looks to Yoruichi. “Oi. Keep an eye on him, would you?”

Yoruichi gives a long suffering sigh. “I suppose I must. He is Kukaku’s brother, after all.”

Without another word the cat trots off at Ganju’s heels, keeping pace easily.

Ichigo is left with the two locals.

“...Did that cat just… talk?” Yumichika points after the runaway, his perfectly trimmed brows furrowed.

“Ee-yup.”

“Yumichika,” the bald one nods to his companion, who grunts in response and takes off after Ganju. Ichigo has no choice but to let him go and trust Ganju to handle himself. He doesn’t know if he can take the both of these guys at once. They’re clearly close. He’s sure they’re a terribly effective tag team too, and he really doesn’t have time for this.

“Your friend. He could tell we’re stronger, and he ran. You would have been smart to do the same,” the bald man says, eying Ichigo speculatively.

Ichigo merely shrugs. It’s not in his nature to back down from a fight. It never has been, and now it is even less.

“I figure, if you are stronger you’ll catch up,” They aren’t, he can see clearly. “I’ll have to fight you either way. Besides, if you’re not then I’ll just kick your ass now and move on.”

He shifts himself, draws his sword and bares his teeth.

The man laughs, sounding far too delighted. This is someone who revels in combat.

“That’s a pretty good reason,” he praises, drawing his sword from his scabbard. Ichigo blocks the blow that comes, and ducks the swipe of his sheath. Ichigo bounces back and comes against him again, a whirl of blade. He twists out of the way of another blow and smashes his elbow above the man's eye, splitting his brow. He barely moves back from the blade that slices through his own. Blood drips into his left eye, a mirror of the damage he’s inflicted. They separate.

It’s the bald man, his opponent, who brings them to a pause. The air isn’t as heavy as he would expect. This man may want him dead, but Ichigo can tell; he’s fighting for the fun of it.

(Ichigo loathes to admit it, but he is too. Rukia is going to die, Ganju is being chased by someone dangerous, and Ichigo is here having fun )

(It makes him sick to realize that the life of one person weighs less heavily than all of human history.

Rukia is his friend, how can he think such a thing?)

“That was good. You’ve got good reflexes. You’re stong. What’s your name?”

Ichigo doesn’t see a reason to pretend to be anyone he’s not.

“Ichigo,” he says easily. “And you are?”

“Ikkaku Madarame. Third seat of squad eleven. Ichigo huh? That’s a good name.”

“You think so?” Ichigo arches a brow, privately waiting for him to say something about strawberries.

“Yeah. They say guys with ‘ichi’ in their names are strong and forthright. So…”

He lifted his sword again, his scabbard in a reverse grip behind him and grins like mad. “What say we be friends, Ichi?”

Ichigo wishes Urahara were here, if only so he could crow an ‘i told you so’.

Ichigo levels his sword and can’t help the curve of his mouth. “Fine. But only if I win. If I lose. I figure I’ll be dead.”

“Deal!”

They come together again.

“You seem young,” says the chatterbox, Ikaku. “But you’ve adapted to my fighting style well.”

Well? What can he say, he’s met a lot of dual wielders. EMIYA, other EMIYA, Diarmuid saber, Diarmuid lancer, Scathach, Jack the Ripper, and more. He’s fought with them, trained under them. His hand still itches to hold a sword that isn’t there.

He settles it on his hilt instead.

“Who taught you to fight?” Ikaku asks. He wipes away the blood on his brow with an ointment. Ichigo makes mental note of it. For now he settles on keeping one eye closed, and waits for Ikaku to try to take advantage of his ‘weakness’.

“Who’s to say? I pick up what I can from everyone I know,” he says truthfully. “Are we gonna talk or fight?”

“Fight, obviously! Now,” he slams his sword and scabbard together. “Extend! Hozukimaru!”

Huh. A duel wielder and a lancer all in one. What an interesting person.

It doesn’t matter. Ichigo crosses the ground between them. He pours his power into his blade, until it shines pale white and blue. Ikkaku brings his halberd up to block, but Ichigo cuts through it like butter.

Zangetsu slices through Hozukimari like it’s not made of wood and steel and soul.

Zangetsu carves through Ikkaku’s chest and stomach. It’s not deep enough to kill, but the blood flows heavily. Ichigo finishes it with a hard elbow to his jaw, and Ikkaku falls to the ground.

Zangetsu returns to his resting place on Ichigo’s back and Ichigo gets to work. He has no intention of killing if he can help it. In this case, he can.

He uses part of Ikkaku’s own balm and his first aid kit, one of the things he’d packed in his bag, to seal the injuries. Ichigo hasn’t got time to wait around for Ikkaku to wake up, but this is a good chance for him to get information.

So he sits and changes his hair color, and watches the clouds roll by while Yoruichi plays cat and mouse with the pretty boy.

* * *

The whitehouse is a twisted vision.

Ichigo has seen pictures of his classmates on vacation in front of it, and pictures online or in books. He knows, at least vaguely, what it’s supposed to look like. It’s not supposed to be a twisted desecration of red thorns eating away at pale stone dragons.

Ichigo eyes one of the macabre statues, wrapped in thick, strangling vines made of the same blood red bane that Gae Bolg is. So many thorns. Scathach had called them unbearable. Ichigo is caught somewhere between pity and anger at the berserker that’s caused so much pain and suffering. He was born for this, created from a wish and twisted by Medb’s black heart.

A pitiful creature to be sure. Ichigo knew Cu Chulainn well. He was a creature of duty and loyalty, of compassion and determination. Once he decided he wanted to protect someone that was the end of it. He would battle an entire army on his own, suffer uncountable pains, and still die with his pride intact. He had.

Ichigo doesn’t miss the way his own Caster eying the thorns, his red eyes dark. If Ichigo remembered right, he had died at the point of his own spear during Medb’s quest for vengeance against him.

Ichigo bumps his shoulder with him and gives him a questioning look.

“ ‘m fine,” he assured, touching Ichigo’s shoulder. “I sworn m’self to you, Master. Have faith in me.”

“Will my loyal dog not use my name?” Ichigo rolls his eyes. He still manages to get a cracked smile from the druid. Caster lifts his staff and settles his shoulders.

“After you.”

Ichigo leads the way inside.

It’s just them again. His core servants, and now Florence Nightingale. For a medic, she’s one of the scariest berserkers he’s ever seen. He’s not sure even heracles would win a fair fight with her when she’s determined to save someone.

Indeed, when they finally step into the interior, where Cu Alter and Medb are waiting for them, she wastes no time explaining that she’s going to cure them.

Although, Ichigo has never heard someone say that the best course of treatment would be suicide .

He privately agreed with the king of savages. Nightingale is crazy.

That doesn’t mean she’s not wrong. Ichigo can see it plainly. Cu Alter, the king that Medb created, really has had his joy sealed away by his duty to destroy. There’s no pleasure in the fight for him, and for a warrior such as he it must be equal agony to the red thorns that pierce his hide.

Ichigo shift, Kyo at his side, while his band steps forwards in formation. Mash and Rama take the front, a strong defense and a strong offense that can switch easily to long range at a dimes turn. Cu Cullainn and Nightingale bring up the rear, supporting them with runes and healing spells, while Medusa stays staunchly at Ichigo’s side.

Her hair floats around her, a hissing halo that rattles with chains. Her scythe has manifested in her hands.

Ichigo lifts his right fist, the command spells burning in his skin. He only has two left, and three spells in his combat uniform. This will be their final fight. They have to win. They have to.

If they lose, they lose the world. Everyone’s suffering and sacrifice will be wasted. Yuzu and Karin, and even his dad will be lost forever. His mother will have never even been born.

“Go!” He shouts, his voice cracking through the air.

Rama aims at Medb while Mash tries to keep Cu Alter at bay. Ichigo’s Caster uses the distraction to start weaving runes into deadly traps, while Nightingale reverses the worse of the damage as she’s able.

It’s going well. They’re this close to overwhelming the duo when Medb does something that Ichigo will never be able to forgive.

She summons 28 demon god pillars to the northern army.

Cu Caster get’s in the final shot.

Gae Bolg still does not kill the wicked Queen of Connacht, but it’s master does deliver the last blow that sends her glittering into dust on the wind.

That one instant of victory, however, is all Alter needs.

Gae Bolg leaves his hands.

Ichigo knows the details of the Noble Phantasm. A spear that affects probably, and turns ‘trusting the spear’ into ‘piercing the heart’. Once it’s active, there is no dodging it. There is no blocking it with anything shy of a realty marble.

It does not pierce Rama again. Nor does is strike down Mash, or Nightingale, or Meduse, or even their own Cu Chulainn.

Ichigo chokes.

He doesn’t feel it, not really. But he sees it. He sees the red jutting out of his chest. The hole that has pierced through his heart. ]

He chokes. Blood drips from his lips, down onto the spear. Brambles crawl beneath his skin, spreading the hole until black gapes within the red. Blood pours down his chest, staining the white of his shirt.

Ichigo chokes. Black bleeds into his vision from all sides and his mouth tastes like blood and chalk and void dust.

White drips down his lips.

Darkness consumes him.

* * * *

“Alright,” Ichigo tugs his wig in place one more time, double checking that there’s no orange hair poking out to give him away. Ganju is next to him, tying the shihakusho in place with a grimace over his face.

“I hate this,” he grumbles. He secures his sword back in place. His armor is barely hidden under the sleeves of his new uniform.

“You didn’t have to come with us,” Ichigo pointed out.

Ganju scowled at him. “Yes I did.”

“Your sister didn’t tell you to-”

“It’s not about my sister!” Ganju snaps. Ichigo shuts his mouth at the look in his eyes. Burning with anger and grief.

“It’s about… my brother,” Ganju’s hands were shaking. “He was killed in cold blood by a shinigami. He was a genius, a lieutenant, and a good man. But he was betrayed and killed by his partner. I was young… So I don’t know everything. But I will never forget that shinigami’s cold eyes, when she dragged my dying brother back to our home. Or the way he thanked her for it. I’ve never understood. But you.”

Ganju grabs him by the front of his shirt. “You’re different from other shinigami. So I followed you here, so I could understand. Why he loved the shinigami until he died. I want to see for myself what shinigami are like!”

Ichigo meets Ganju’s eyes squarely. “I’m not a real shinigami, so I can’t and won’t speak for them. I’ll let you see for yourself, Ganju. Just as long as you watch my back.”

Ganju gives him a short, single nod.

Yoruichi, who has spent the entire time standing in the corner while they ready themselves, flickers her tail and stands.

“We should get going. The longer this takes, the more danger we will be in. Everyone will be on high alert, and while this can help us blend in in the confusion, we still need to stay on our toes.”

Ichigo nods sharply.

They duck out of the barracks they’d stolen into and start down the pathway. Ikkaku had told him Rukia was in a white tower, and they could see it from here. The problem was that none of them knew the way to get to the white tower. They’re just wandering around blindly.

There’s nothing for it.

They walk on.

Ichigo looks around as they go. Some of the walls carry Lily of the Valley on them, stamped in careful black ink.

“Mary’s tears,” Ichigo muses, mostly to himself.

“Huh? No, they’re plants,” Ganju argues, looking at Ichigo like he’s just lost his mind.

Ichigo scowls at him. “I know that. They’re Lily of the Valley, but some people call them Mary’s Tears. There’s an old legend in the west in the living world that they grew from the tears Mary cried when her son was crucified. They’re a sign that their messiah is coming back.”

“That’s very interesting,” comes a smooth (terribly, awfully,) familiar voice from behind them.

Ichigo feels his heart tighten. He turns.

Kyo stands behind them. Brown hair, brown eyes. He’s older now. His face is more angular, the last of his puppy fat has melted off his face, and he’s finally taller than Ichigo. His smile is polite and geniel. Ichigo is almost fooled. He can still see the sharp intellect behind them.

A white haori hangs off his shoulders. Kyo has been made a captain.

It’s all Ichigo can do not to reach for him and hiss out the truth.

But this isn’t the place. He cocks his head and frowns.

“I’m friends with Jeanne d’arc,” he says straight faced. Ganju at his side has gone tense and still. Ichigo elbows him. They’re more than a little suspicious out here like this. Two men and a cat.

Except, Yoruichi is now gone.

Two men and no cat.

“Is that so?” Kyo looks faintly amused, even as he assesses them sharply. It’s barely hidden in his deep eyes. Ichigo knows him well enough to see it, and to see something unexpected. A faint recognition. “It’s rare for someone in the eleventh division to be so knowledgeable.”

“How did you know…?” Ichigo is not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Kyo does not speak his name, he does not broach any subjects. It stings far worse than Ichigo had ever imagined. Hadn’t Nero felt something familiar about them too? But she hadn’t remembred them, and neither does Kyo.

“You were with third seat Madarame after he lost the fight with the Ryoka, weren’t you? The eleventh rarely tolerate people who aren’t in their own squad.” He had waited at Ikkaku’s side for field medics, with his own choppy work keeping the barely conscious man stable. It shouldn’t be a shock that someone saw them and spread the word. But how did Kyo recognize him from just that?

“Oh, right,” Ichigo says like that makes sense. In his mind he’s screaming.

Kyo, kyo! Don’t you see me? Do you remember? We’re friends, we’re friends! We fought in america, we travelled the continent, look at me goddamn it. I know the name of your sword, I know where you were born. Kyo-

“Excuse us,” Ganju grabs Ichigo by the back of the neck and forces him into a sharp bow. “We need to get going. Invasion and all that.”

“Yes, of course,” Kyo says smoothly. He gestures behind him. “I won’t keep you. We all must do our best to protect Seireitei.”

“Right…” Ichigo barely keeps his hands to himself.

He’d promised. He promised .

His mouth opens to say something, to beg time between only them, to send Ganju away if he must. But down the street comes a pack of blood hungry shinigami, looking for a piece of the invaders, and Ichigo has no choice but to let Ganju drag him away by the collar of his shihakusho.

A woman with a badge on her arm appears at Kyo’s side as they’re being pulled away, her brown eyes wide and curious. Kyo draws her attention away and that’s the last Ichigo sees of him. It drives him insane.

* * * * *

He comes in the dark.

Silver hair and a white haori, he manages to go utterly unseen by all. It’s a skill even Sosuke Aizen has trouble mastering without the aid of his illusions. Gin’s footsteps are light, barely a whisper against the hardwood of the office building. Even the omniskido would be hard pressed to beat his skill with sneaking around.

It’s one of the things that Aizen prizes him for. The other being his unfailing loyalty and his willingness to do whatever he was told, with or without answered questions.

These things include going out to spy on the young would-be Ryoka. Everything is happening exactly as he’s expected. They’ve even brought the Shihoin heiress back to Soul Society with them. How useful.

“Well?” he asks, without further prompting. Most of his attention is still on one of the monitors in front of him that details the boy sitting outside the Shiba house. A camera fly can only get so close with Shihoin around, so he must settle for watching the human stare at stones in his hand like they’ve personally offended him.

The boy must be mad, to come with such a small group, but this is a while different type of crazy. Sosuke is fairly certain he’d seen the human-shinigami- possible -hollow speak to the rocks.

“He’s got good reflexes,” Gin says, peering over Sosuke’s shoulder. His presence is familiar and not unwelcome. Few get so close, even when Sosuke pretends to be gentle and kind. He keeps them all at arms length, the brown nosers and sycophants.

“I saw that much. You know that’s not what I’m asking.”

Gin smiles widely at him and lifts, from out of his pocket, the innocuous looking marble. It swirls with blacks and blue’s and glows faintly it’s own ethereal light. A faint red in the center bleeds purple into the blue. Incomplete as it is, it still reacts to interesting things and people.

Gin drops it in his hand. It’s warm to the touch, nearly burning. He’s never seen the red in the center flicker so bright before, like a tiny ball of fire in the very center. There’s something not quite right about this intruder. Ichigo Kurosaki. Sosuke has known him for many years, even if he’s never gotten close enough to see the boy in person. That would involve getting far to close to Urahara and Shihoin, and if he is honest even Sosuke is not foolish enough to go up against legendary assassins in their own home field.

“It tried to burn a hole in my pocket when I got within fifty feet,” Gin reports succinctly. “What does that mean?”

Sosuke has no idea what that means. But one of his rules of his own behavior is that he never admits to not knowing something. So rather than say as much to Gin, he offers him his own faint smile, the kind that puts other people at ease but sets his most faithful companion on edge.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he says instead. “Now. Are you ready to be the bad guy, Ichimaru?”

Gin’s smile, snakelike and cold, only grows. His eyes curve upwards.

“What other kinda guy would I be for you?”

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#bleach fanfiction #Ichigo Kurosaki #BAMF!Ichigo Kurosaki #Ichigo Kurosaki is Ritsuka Fujimaru #kyo (SCoF)#sosuke aizen #gin ichimaru #yoruichi shihouin #Ikaku madarame

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cherryblossomstars · 5 years ago

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Don’t Dye On Me (T. Kageyama)

For @ktdkp

Pairing: Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Word count: 1,595

Summary: You want to dye your hair red! What could possibly go wrong?

“Hmm...” You stared into a mirror hanging in your boyfriend’s room, playing with a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face.

“Something wrong?” He asks, without even bothering to look at you. He’s laying on his bed, face up and setting a volleyball.

“No, nothing. I just think...” you trail off, considering your options.

He waits for a moment. “You think...?”

“I should dye my hair!” You exclaim proudly, turning around to face him.

Your outburst was enough to surprise him, apparently, since the ball slipped from his hands and rolled freely onto the floor. He sits up, saying nothing, and stares at you.

“Something, uh... Something wrong, Tobio? Is it a bad idea?” You mess with another strand of hair, trying to distract yourself from his intensifying glare.

“No, I didn’t say that. What color are you thinking?”

You shrug, “dunno yet. Red, maybe? You think that’d be a good color?”

It’s his turn to shrug now, “your choice. It’s your hair, dumbass. Wanna do it now?”

You pout at his insult, though you know he uses it as a term of endearment now since you both started dating. “Yeah, sure, why not? Life is meant to be lived on impulse-”

“It’s really not-”

“So let’s go to the store! C’mon, help me pick a nice shade of red.”

Tobio Kageyama is a god on the volleyball court. That cannot be denied in any way, shape, or form. He’s quick to learn and just as fast at adapting and putting his newfound knowledge to good use.

Only on the court, though.

“Tobio, please, you’re supposed to-”

“Do it in layers, I know.” His tongue stuck out in concentration. He gently brushed the dye against your hair. The red dye sat in a bowl on the bathroom counter.

He had insisted he help you dye your hair, but you weren’t sure this was a good idea anymore. He was careful, sure, but this was taking a much longer time than you originally anticipated. Part of your hair was pinned up for easy access, but…

“Tobio, you don’t need to be so meticulous with it…”

“I don’t want to mess up.”

“I know, babe, but at this point we’ll be at this for an eternity. Just… go ham with it. My neck is starting to hurt.”

“But-”

“Babe. I am begging you right now.” Christ, what you would do to lay down right now. Alas, he was only half finished and you were about to grab the brush from his hands and do it your damn self. The only thing stopping you was the possible puppy eyes you would probably get from your boyfriend.

He stares at you for a second before finally allowing himself to relax. He finally started to spread the dye freely onto your hair.

By the time he was finally finished, it was dark outside. When you checked your phone, it was 8 o’clock.

“I texted Suga earlier to grab some snacks for us by the way. He should be here soon.”

He just hums, checking the time on his phone himself. You smile at his wallpaper- a picture that Suga had gladly taken of the both of you kissing after a game. Normally, he wasn’t one for PDA, but the adrenaline running through his veins and the excitement of the win outweighed any care he had at the time.

Your hair was completely pinned up to keep it out of your face in case the dye got anywhere else on your skin. The shirt you were wearing was effectively ruined, though. It couldn’t be helped, you suppose.

“Do you have a shirt I can borrow after I shower?” You planned on sleeping over, anyway.

“Yeah, just grab one from the wardrobe. I don’t care.” He glanced towards his phone when it pinged. “Suga’s outside.”

You jumped down from your (rather uncomfortable) seat and made your way to greet your friend at the door.

“Suga!”

“He- oh! Your hair!” He offered you one of his signature carefree smiles.

You grinned, “yeah. Sick, huh?”

“Sick.” He handed you the bag of snacks he had picked up for you. “Heyy Kageyama!”

Your boyfriend came down the stairs behind you, offering Suga a small wave. “Hey.”

“I’ll be one my way, okay? Don’t have too much fun.” He winks at the both of you.

“Don’t worry so much. Thanks for the food!” You wave goodbye, locking the door behind him. When you turn around, Kageyama’s face has gone almost completely red. “You okay, babe?”

“Wh-Huh? Yes. You’re supposed to wash that stuff out of your hair now, by the way.”

You check your phone, “oh, yeah. Just gimme twenty minutes. I’ll leave hot water for you, don’t worry.” You stick your tongue out at him as you place the snacks onto the living room coffee table and make your way upstairs.

“No you won’t.” He mumbles amusedly.

“Oh? If you’re worried about that then just join me.”

He snaps his head towards you, eyes wide. “Wh-”

“Just kidding!”

When you had finished and tossed on one of Kageyama’s large gray shirts, you found your darling boyfriend lying comfortably on the couch. The TV was playing and he was tapping away on his phone without a care.

Well that certainly wouldn’t do, now would it?

“Coming in!” Was the only real warning you gave him before you practically body slammed yourself onto him.

In the few seconds he had to prepare, he lightly tossed his phone aside and caught you, wrapping his arms securely around you and placing a small kiss to your crown.

“Your hair looks nice.”

“I look like I’m related to that middle blocker from Shiratorizawa.”

He gives you a look, “the guess monster?”

You hum, resting your head against his chest and turning your attention to the TV. Naturally, he had put in a CD of a volleyball highlight reel.

While Kageyama seemed practically emotionally invested in the TV, the comforting rubbing against your back had your eyes feeling heavy in no time.

In your half asleep state of mind, you managed to crawl your ass over to the other couch to allow yourself some more room to sleep. No thanks to Kageyama, who just watched you struggle to, first and foremost, figure out the exact direction of the couch. Then took a picture as you attempted to walk towards it, fail, and then give up and drag your body towards the couch like the demon from the goddamn exorcist.

When you finally felt the coolness of the pillow against your face, your consciousness finally fully drifted away.

Kageyama didn’t remember falling asleep, but holy shit did he not feel good when he woke up. He must have fallen asleep with his mouth open, since he was definitely drooling and definitely very, very thirsty. He smacked his lips together, standing up.

The only light in the room was the flashing of the TV. Otherwise the entire room was completely dark. He stumbled, tripping over his blanket on the floor. He wiped the grogginess from his eyes and somehow, by the lord’s fucking will, managed to turn a light on and make his way to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and make his way back.

Kageyama likes to consider himself a reasonable person (for the most part).

But goddamn it, it is four in the morning and he had woken up less than five minutes ago.

So when he turns to gaze at you, expecting to see his girlfriend sleeping peacefully and instead sees you with red all over the pillows, he swears he feels his heart drop to his fucking ass.

The water bottle in his hand is on the ground and he’s shaking you because holy fucking shit is the love of his life dead?

“[Name]. [Name], wake up. Please, fuck. Wake up.” He began mumbling to himself. When you still wouldn’t wake up, he violently shook you awake.

Finally, you sat up, looking around and expecting something like a fire for him to be so frantic at, shit, what time is it? “What? Did something happen? Is everything okay?”

His heart rate won’t slow down. God, which arm hurts when you’re having a heart attack, again? “Yo- you’re… You’re fine…?”

You stare at him as if he’d grown another head. “Yes…?”

He stares back at you as if you’re the one that’d grown another head.

“C-can I help you, honey…?”

He grabs your head before you could stand up, inspecting you.

“Tobio, babe-”

“You’re not bleeding.”

“Uh, I don’t think s-” You turn around and finally see the mess of red that had splattered onto the white pillow you were laying on. “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. God, sorry.” You scrambled to rip the pillowcase off of it, desperate to get your hands on a bottle of white vinegar and some detergent to get the dye out. “Shit, Tobio, if your mom kills me just know that I am well and truly sorry and that I love you.”

Before you could get more than a few steps away from him he gathered you into his arms and held you in place. His hands were shaking slightly.

“Hey…” You covered his hand with yours.

He presses his face against your shoulder, “I thought I lost you.” His voice is muffled against you.

“Hey, hey…” You turn and press a kiss onto his lips. “You’re not gonna lose me.”

He presses his face even further against you, “promise?” His voice is weak.

You chuckle, “promise.”

Fin.

#Kageyama x Reader #Kageyama Tobio #Tobio Kageyama #Tobio Kageyama x Reader #Haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #Haikyuu Kageyama

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sunnixsunshine · 5 years ago

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Here are Vargas boys! Next are the Germanic boys + Hungary! :)

I decided keep 2p!Rome almost similar to the popular 2p!Rome because it just fit so well! Only difference is he isn't AS brutal all the time. He can be a civil person. I wanted to be sneaky with his name so I chose "Romulus" as one of his cognomen since it wasn't unheard of for a Roman to have more than one anyway(however 2 is max that I've seen so far). It's pretty common that once someone earns their cognomen to then be referred to as it over their praenomen— basically meaning 2p!Rome is still referred to as Romulus just like his 1p. 2p!Veneziano seems very similar to his 1p counterpart on the outside but that is not the case when you get to know him! Romano is still pretty similar to the popular rendition of 2p!Romano personality wise however he isn't as fashion crazy. Seborga, instead of being influenced by his brothers the most, he was influenced by France due to how close their boarders are. And yes, he is a natural blond. Romano is not. I’ve always headcanoned Seborga’s human name to be Romeo and so a Romeo and Juliet style name felt right to give him as a bit of a reference I suppose.

Their bios under the cut!

• 2p!Veneziano Italy

Lorenzo Vargas(homage to statesman Lorenzo de Medici); Lolo, Lori, and Lo are all the nicknames he allows Romano to call him(to an extent), aside from the commonly used Vene.

He's very stubborn when it comes to wanting to win at something. Everything he sees is a challenge to him. He's a very sore loser however. Some say it's because of how his grandfather often spoiled him. Others describe him to have a car salesman attitude— especially when after WW2 he took up to buying and then reselling vespas in his free time. All business, no play. His overly optimistic attitude is mostly for show. And he's a very forward person too. He's trained himself to have an inviting and charming smile in order to get what he wants, either a material possession or task. He's so serious most jokes/puns go over his head and metaphors sound like misinformed facts to him. Veneziano also takes everything as if it were official business. He often holds grudges and refuses to say sorry if he happens to be in the wrong. His anger isn't bad, but it is often compared to a rabid poodle.

• 2p!Romano Italy

Corrado Vargas(homage to Rococo painter Corrado Giaquinto); Veneziano calls him CC while others call him Coco as a reference to his favorite style(Rococo).

An occasionally over protective, doting older brother to Veneziano. Although he often claims and brags about being his grandpa Rome's favorite grandson— despite his grandfather clearly playing favorites with Veneziano— and looking the most like him as well, he very rarely expresses how much he actually misses him; it leads others to believe he's only proud of the inheritance. He likes fashion and all things designer— however he's very picky with what he wears as he doesn't want to get it ruined, which sometimes leads him to neglecting his most expensive clothing and it leaves him to wear his less expensive items over and over again. He's polite and very nice to his brothers, tourists, but not so much strangers. He used to bleach his hair blond very frequently(over time his hair returned to its brown color just lighter; some weird nation thing perhaps?) in the 1950s and 70s, but as time went on he grew tired of it and began redying his hair brown. The dye doesn't take too well to his hair so it washes out easily and ends up giving him a honey brown color opposed to the golden bronze he naturally used to have. He prides himself in his clean and orderly antique room and bedroom.

• 2p!Seborga

Benvolio Vargas(reference to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet character Benvolio); His brothers affectionately call him Ben or Benny.

Basically a typical modern teenager nowadays. Back when he first declared his independence he was very bright and outgoing, mostly similar to Romano. No one is too sure what happened to happy little Benvolio, not even Romano or Veneziano. Monaco blames it on him being so close to France's border. Seborga tends to stay home in his own territory rather than visit his older brothers. He often sits at home and plays on his phone or other devices. Unbeknownst to his brothers, he actually wishes to spend more time with them. He claims independence but despite that he'd still like to be close to them. He just doesn't know how to tell them.

• 2p!Rome

Gaius Romulus Nero Vergilius(Or simply "Romulus"; homage to various Roman emperors and Rome founder)

Impulsive, obsessive, and very ruthless in battle. A very serious man who was always planning for some kind of war— "can't be too careful"— either it be in the near or distant future; although that doesn't mean he ever looked back on his plans as they mostly thought of without the emperor's or army's knowledge. He prided himself in his armies and his ability to maintain a civil society(considered one at that time) against those surrounding barbarians. If you can get him to laugh then that simply means he likes you and you were on his good side indefinitely. Although watch out if you ever make him angry. He will either hold a grudge or order for you to go straight to the Coliseum to fight for your freedom. He wasn't ever a fan of killing his own people, the Coliseum was always his solution for any Roman Citizen as they could easily fight for their freedom back. Outsiders, however, are another issue. Some weren't seen until they were already bone. He was always up for a spontaneous brawl. When his empire fell and yet he still thrived for several decades he began to grow his beard out in mourning for his once great empire, for which is how Veneziano remembers his grandfather as; a bearded man. Now whenever Rome appears Veneziano hardly recognizes him, not that he's even excited to see his favorite grandfather anyway. Romano, however, remembers grandpa with subtle stubble rather than the full facial rug. Nowadays, as he appears to the other nations, he's clean shaven and looks centuries younger than when he died.

#hetalia #2p hetalia #2p north italy #2p south italy #2p rome #2p seborga

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moonflower-31 · 5 years ago

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Prank Wars - Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: None really. If you notice any, let me know.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Character(s): Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam.

You and Gabe had been in a prank war. You didn't know why or how it started, but it did. All with one sentence. "I'll get you back for that. One day. Mark my words." And it was annoying everyone.

The farthest back prank you could remember was about four months ago, when you had replaced some of his candy with mints, and he had hollered your name at the top of his lungs.

Gabriel had retaliated by changjng your hair products to temporary dye and you had woken up the next morning with bright green hair. Oh it was on.

You had responded to that prank by putting his candy somewhere he couldn't find it, and he had to apologize and fix your hair to get it back. He had grumbled but apologized.

However he then played a similar prank to what he did to Sam, playing 'Everybody Loves Me' by OneRepublic everytime you walked into a room.

This had gone on for the past few months. And Dean and Sam were tired of it.

Now you were planning on doing the ultimate prank, at least in your mind. You were going to stick candy to his vessel as he slept. (Cause he slept now, especially with his low grace) and then blast the most annoying song from Dean's playlist in his ear. Of course, you had to get candy into the bunker first. And without Gabriel eating it all.

"This is stupid." Dean grumbled, stealing a sucker from the bag as he helped you haul the two large bags of candy into the kitchen and onto the highest shelf so that Gabriel couldn't reach it, or see it.

"No its not. He's done something similar to me! And besides! This is so much better than your idea!" You protested. Dean rolled his eyes as he shoved the bag into the cabinet.

"My idea would have been great. You, me, and a couple of rigged bags of garbage put into wrappers? And then eating actual candy ourselves? Ultimate revenge! And it would finally make him ask for a truce!" Dean grumbled, locking the cabinet shut so that no one else could get into it but him or you.

"Make who ask for a truce?" A voice entered the conversation. You jumped and looked behind you, seeing Gabriel with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

You didn't know what to say. Pranking Gabriel was one thing. But actually talking to him? You were destined to fail at that. He was so confident in himself! And you were... the opposite. He was a total flirt! Who had a type that most definitely wasn't you. Besides, you were human. And humans had short lives. Gabriel was an archangel. Something that was set to live forever. Unless they were killed. What good did it do you to try and tell Gabriel how you felt? It did nothing! And you knew it.

"Uh...no one! And why are you even eavesdropping? Its not your turn for a prank anyway!" You insist. Gabriel smirks.

"Oh come on, you love me~" he teased. You rolled your eyes.

"Fat chance." You taunted back, looking back at Dean who gave you a warning look.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! Everybody loves me~!" He sing-songs, making you groan.

"Oh shove it Gabriel!" You taunt, stomping off to the other room.

Dean sighed, and went to follow you, giving Gabriel a side glance. "This has got to stop. Both of you." He grunts to Gabriel before he went off and found you with Sam and Castiel in the library.

"He's just like that. You'll get used to him." Castiel had said to you, making you groan and slam your head into the table. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we all can see it. Even Dean can and he's not even out of the closet yet!" Sam exclaimed, making Dean look at Sam in shock and confusion.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Oh don't deny it Dean! You and Cas? The staring? Just go and kiss already damn it!" He grunts. Castiel blushes and Dean clears his throat in embarrassment. You snicker a bit before Sam looks at you.

"You aren't off the hook either! I've seen how you look at him. Its not far off from how Cas and Dean look at each other. It's literally eye sex!" Sam groaned. You felt your face brighten as bright as Castiel's. You covered your face and sighed. They were right. You'd had a crush on Gabriel since you first met him and he had flirted with you, like he did everyone who had a vagina. And sometimes people with dicks.

You'd always told yourself that you'd never tell him. Because you knew he would never feel the same. But you supposedly weren't as subtle as you thought you were. Because almost everyone in the bunker knew. Except for Gabriel.

You sighed and ran a hand througy your hair. "I can't tell him Sam, I just can't..." you started. Sam shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Why? Cause you're too scared to? Cause you're just 'not ready'? Y/N, you have been crushing on him, for 8 years! I think that's plenty of time to know you're in love with someone!" He exclaims.

"Who's in love with who? Dean and Cassie? Finally." Gabriel starts, walking into the library to join in on the conversation.

You immediately hid your bright red face and Sam glared at you, gesturing with his head for you to talk to him. You shook your head immediately. You weren't ready. You never would be.

Sam rolled his eyes again and then started to talk to Gabriel while you sat there, thinking of a way out.

~~~

It had been another two weeks of pranks and ignoring feelings. And Dean and Sam were tired of it. Cas was even starting to get annoyed.

It was Gabriel's turn to prank you next, so you were on edge. And Gabriel had been ignoring you for awhile. Ever since you had disappeared from the library after the 'You need to tell him how you feel' conversation. You hoped he hadn't heard you, but you never know.

So now, you were reading a lore book. Nothing special. Dean and Sam had a hunt planned for you all to go on that day, so you were just getting prepared.

It was about 2:30 in the morning, and you were flipping the page, when something crashed, and Dean called out for help. You immediately dropped your book and grabbed your knife, racing out to find Dean and help him.

You followed the sound of his voice and found him in the bunker's dungeon, waiting for you with a pair of handcufs. You didn't have time to react as Sam came up behind you and put one of your wrists into the handcuffs and then low and behold, Castiel dragged Gabriel into the room and put the other handcuff on his wrist. You looked up at the three, confused.

"Wh-what is this?" You ask, trying to take your wrist out of the handcuffs when you noticed they were warded. Not even Gabriel could undo them.

"An intervention. You, and Gabriel have been doing this prank war for long enough. And you need to tell him. You know what I'm talking about." Sam says, glaring at you. You huff at him, and avoid Gabriel's confused gaze that he turns to you.

"This isn't fair boys, come on. We were just having a bit of fun-" Gabriel started.

"Yeah, a bit of fun that has been drawing on for long enough." Dean says, glaring at Gabriel. "Now I don't approve of it, but she's got something to say. If I have to confess, so does she. You both aren't getting out of here until you call a truce, and she says what she needs to say." Dean says, grabbing Castiel's hand as they begin to close them in the dungeon.

"B-but what about the hunt?!" You ask. Dean rolled his eyes.

"We're good on hands! You two need to sort this out, we're sick of it!" Dean grumbled as they finally closed the entrance, and left the room.

Immediately you growled, and you felt like crying. You weren't ready. And if you told him how you felt and he didn't feel the same? You would have to end up standing here with him and face rejection until Dean and Sam came back.

Gabriel sighed, grumbling a bit to himself. "I don't understand how they can't take a joke. I mean come on, its not like you or I were hurt by any of the pranks, right?" Gabriel asks you.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, refusing to look at him. Gabriel frowned.

"Did... did I hurt you Sugar?" He asks. You let out a half sob at the nickname. It always made you feel good when he called you that. Always. You didn't want to ruin what you had.

"No... no you didn't..." you say, forcing back tears. Gabriel sighed again and turned you to face him, and lifted your chin up.

"Hey, I think I did. Can you look at me? Please?" He asks. You forced your eyes down, refusing to look at him. "Please?" He asks again, using his handcuffed hand to squeeze yours. You finally gave in and looked up at him. He gave you a half smile that soon faded as he realized what he was doing to you.

"Hey... truce, alright? We'll call a truce. We can just say that you told me if you really aren't ready, Sugar. Alright?" He says, giving you a genuine smile. You sniffled and wiped your eyes, sighing a bit.

"I...no... no I...I want to... before I decide not to again..." you say, a strange string of confidence filling your chest. Gabriel gave you his full attention, his hand on your chin moving to your shoulder in support. You smiled at the touch, and then looked him in the eyes, your heart pounding a mile a minute.

"Gabriel...I-I... I like you. No...I... I love you. I have for a long time... since I met you actually..." You trail, squeezing his hand as if he could leave your side. "It was so much easier to keep how I felt a secret, than to face rejection. Cause I'm just human. My lifetime is a blink to you... So don't feel bad if you don't feel the same..." you finally confess, letting his hand go. You feel like crying harder now, and you wish you weren't handcuffed so that you could curl up in the corner. But then he surprised you. He took your hand again and squeezed it tighter. You look up to him in shock.

He holds your chin again and smiles at you. "Sugar... you have no idea how long I've wanted to hear you say that. I thought you never would. Kept thinking it was me. That you just didn't want me to grieve over you. Or that I was too good of a friend. Y/N... I don't care that your life is short. I want to spend every moment of it I can with you. And only you. I love you too." He confesses. "Don't go telling the muttonheads I got all mushy though. They would never let me live it down." Gabriel says. You giggle and smile at him, happy tears straying down your face.

"I promise. Cause I guess a reputation is all you've got, being a man and all." You tease, using a Tangled line on him. He laughed.

"Oh yeah, definitely wouldn't want that." He responded, pulling you close with his handcuffed hand. "Cause now its the only thing I can afford to lose."

You were happy, entirely. You hadn't faced the rejection you thought you would've. And he loved you. And you loved him. That was all there needed to be.

#supernatural #spnfandom #spn fanfiction #spnfamily #gabriel x reader supernatural #gabriel x reader #gabriel #dean winchester #dean #destiel #sam winchester #castiel

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New Moon Rising || Ariana & Sammy (Ace)

TIMING: Before Ariana lost her name PARTIES: @inspirationdivine & @letsbenditlikebennett SUMMARY: Ariana tells Sammy her idea to save him from eventually dying in Lydia’s custody. CONTENT: Some emotional/domestic abuse mentions

It had been weeks since she’d last seen Ace, but Ariana still came out to their spot in the woods every night with Luna by her side. Between staying out entirely too late and keeping up with kids at camp all day, she was growing both tired and weary. Had she been too late in saving him? She hoped she hadn’t, but she’d give it a few more days before she went to check on him again. With how tired she was growing, she opted to take a seat on the ground and lean against the tree she’d previously left a note at for him with Luna curling into her side. She softly pet the dog until they both heard footsteps coming. Luna was the first to jump up and sniff the air while letting out a soft bark as footsteps approached. “Shh, it’s okay, girl. It’s a friend,” she assured as a small smile formed on her face. The familiar smell of clay was getting closer and she stood up, ready to tackle Ace with a hug after she let Luna sniff him down. “Ace,” she greeted giddily as he approached. She gestured to Luna. “This is Luna, I adopted her a few weeks ago.” The dogs paws did a little dance of tip taps as she excitedly waited to attack Ace with kisses.

“Ah!” Sammy yelped as something barked at him. The evening was so dark and still that it startled him right out of his thoughts. Luckily, Ariana’s voice was right behind it. He startled a little as Luna came to sniff at him, very cautiously offering his hand for the dog to smell. “Ari! Shit, sorry, it’s been a while. Things are a bit… uh, well. Anyway! It’s so good to see you and…. Luna?”

Ariana couldn’t help but giggle at Ace being startled by the dog. Something in her immediately felt lighter upon seeing him, as if a giant weight had been lifted. The sense of dread that something worse happened to him was hard to shake, but seeing him helped. She wasn’t too late. She watched with a small smile as Luna sniffed Ace’s hand before finally giving him doggie kisses. At the lack of explanation, she frowned slightly, “I understand. I know you can’t say. I’m just happy to see you.” She looked him over. He looked as alive as he normally did though she wasn’t sure what signs to look for when it came to being a leanan-sidhe’s meal. “How are you feeling,” she asked.

Sammy exhaled as Luna started licking her hand, kneeling down to ruffle her fur, his nerves melting into a wide smile. Her tongue rasped along his skin, pressing tiny little kisses all the way up his arm. “Oh hey girl,” he greeted softly, enraptured by how soft her fur was. His sister had had one, a blood hound called Spots that loved to be tickled on the belly. He saw her and Spots once a year before… now, hell, how would he know - nope. Standing up abruptly, he grinned at Ariana, burying that thought in a pit as deep as the Devil’s gullet. “Better for seeing you,” he answered, pulling her into a tight hug.

With how worried she had been, Ariana eagerly hugged him tightly and held on for longer than she normally would have. Ever since she learned what Lydia was and just how she fed, it left her with this constant sinking feeling of wondering how much longer Ace had left. When she finally pulled away, she said, “I feel much better seeing you, too.” Everything she discovered seemed to be hanging in the air, especially after how upset he’d been during their last meeting together. “I know what Lydia is and I know you’ll eventually die if I don’t do anything,” she blurted out.

Sammy held her just as tightly, so long that he could imagine Luna getting jealous beside them. Times like this, he didn’t want to let go. But he did, and she did, and almost immediately it was all ruined. His throat tightened up like someone had wrapped a cord around it, his smile fixed in place, his hands curling into fists. He looked away from her, staring into the dark of the forest and the trees. “Oh,” he said lightheartedly, trying to sound for all the world like she’d just told him she knew he was planning a surprise birthday party. “Huh. Google’s really coming through for you.” He tugged at his collar, his throat tightening as he voice pitched higher by the word. “Cool cool cool.” Sammy sat down abruptly, reaching for Luna to distract himself with.

Somehow, Ace was managing to keep himself together even though the words hit Ariana like daggers. The thought of him dying set something off in her and she knew she couldn’t let that happen. She reached out to him, even though he was trying to act calm, she could hear the strain in his voice and Luna seemed to pick up on it too. She set a hand on his arm and assured, “I wouldn’t call it Google. A friend of mine found the old scribe library.” It wasn’t a lie, but she decided to not mention the part where she also consulted a hunter. It’s not like she pointed them in Lydia’s direction, she was just better equipping herself. “I know Lydia can be dangerous, but I think I may have a way to save you without hurting her.”

“I thought the scribes didn’t exist anymore,” Sammy said weakly, still staring into the woods, even as he ran his fingers through Luna’s fur, taking comfort in her warmth. He didn’t know how to tell Ariana in a way that she would listen to that he didn’t want her digging. He couldn’t tell her that he still had ages to live. Not as long as her, sure, but Anneliese had lived for seven years with Lydia. Sammy was barely through his first! By the time he died, they probably wouldn’t be in White Crest anymore. ”Wait. Wait,” Sammy jumped to his feet, looking down at her. Chloe. Shit, Chloe. Lydia never ever let her forget. She sneered it every time Lydia was irritated at her. You chose this. You walked in here willingly. Chloe sometimes said it was the only way she could remember her family these days, by Lydia’s reminders. Chloe was only here because she’d chosen to save her brother. That was the only way to do it, he knew. “Ariana, no. You can’t do that. I’m not going to let you do that!”

“I don’t think they do. My friends just happened to stumble on their archives or whatever. They’re digitizing it. It’s like a whole thing, but uh, don’t tell anyone about it? They don’t want powerful information getting in the wrong hands,” Ariana explained though she supposed it wasn’t entirely necessary. It wasn’t like Ace could talk about seeing her. She doubted Lydia would be fond of that. Her features scrunched up as she realized Ace was telling her she couldn’t go through with a plan she hadn’t even suggested yet. Her head tilt mirrored Luna’s and she placed a hand on his shoulder, “Woah, woah, woah-- I haven’t even told you what I was thinking yet. I mean, there was one option I came across that I don’t really feel good about that I think you might be assuming, but I found another way. I could… well, if you wanted to, I could make you like me. From what I’ve gathered, leanan-sidhe typically feed from humans.”

“No, there’s only one wa-” Seeing Ariana recently was not doing great things for his heart, Sammy decided, snapping his mouth shut to actually listen to her, wringing his hands. “Like you? You mean, dye my hair? OH! You mean, like - argh!” He bared his teeth and raised his hands like claws. “Oh, wow. Like, really? I-” She was right. Sammy rubbed his face, slack jawed. Lydia didn’t feed on other supernatural beings. She didn’t feed on people. She thought it was fucked up. So fucked up, in fact, that she was feuding with some old ass vampire instead of just ignoring him. Holy shit. This could work. Not that he was complaining about how Lydia treated him! She was doing what she had to, and she was so kind in giving them a bedroom with a view, and she came to play with his hair in the evenings no matter what mood she was in. But it was true, they weren’t equals. He wasn’t good enough for her. But Ari could make him good enough. He could be like Remmy, someone Lydia considered family, that she was as devoted to as he was to her. Was that being greedy? Probably, but shit, he really wanted it now. He wanted it with every inch of him, so much he could hardly breath. “Holy shit Ari.”

As serious as the subject was, Ariana could not help the small smile that was on her face when it took Ace a minute to realize just what she had meant. Initially, she shook her head before confirming, “No, not the hair. Yes, the grr thing. I could bite you and you’d be a werewolf like me. You could spend the full moons with me, I’d make sure you were okay and away from the town. I can help you get used to all the new senses and stuff, too. I know it’s like a huge change, but it’s the only thing I can think of to save you that doesn’t involve killing Lydia or giving her someone else in your place.” She pet Luna softly to try and comfort herself. She knew it was a big and very life changing thing to suggest. It wasn’t even something she’d normally consider doing, but she couldn’t just let him die. She’d grown to care too much for Ace to simply let him fade away and lose him forever. “You can take some time to think about it if you need to. I know it’s a lot.” She looked down at Luna, feeling somewhat nervous about how he may take her suggestion.

“Holy shit,” Sammy said again, staring at her with wide eyes as she explained. Being bitten gave him whole body skin crawling. He wasn’t a slayer, but he had been raised by them. His whole family was just a collection of bite scars and what have you. Being bitten was Bad. But if he could be with Lydia? Properly, without the whole being eaten and dying? Sammy would do anything for her, to prove to her how grateful he was, without ever having to say thank you. He’d finally earn her respect, prove his devotion to her in every way. Plus, Ari was a werewolf and cool, so being a werewolf was cool “I don’t need to think about it,” Sammy said in a rush. “Or, uh, wait, let me try being sensible here. What- what is being a wolf like? Like, what changes? I know the moon and awooo thing, and the loss of control thing, but the rest of it? Kind of a mystery. Very batman of you, really.”

It came as somewhat of a surprise to Ariana that Ace didn’t want to think this over. Becoming an entirely new species was a huge life change. While it was a relief she didn’t have to convince him, it still left her feeling confused to say the least. She absent-mindedly pet the dog who was now leaning against her and answered, “Sensible is good. I mean, of course I want you to do this so you can be safe, but it is a big change. I may not be the best at answering that question since I’ve always been this way, but what I’ve gathered from other bitten wolves is the color-blindness and heightened hearing and sense of smell can be overwhelming at first. You won’t remember the full moon for a while and it can be painful. I vaguely remember it hurting as a kid, but I guess my body is used to it? It’s not painful now. Oh, and like, if you ever feel threatened, like partially transforming can be more likely which always kinda hurts like a bitch, even for me. I’ve noticed I also have to stay a little more focused on keeping control in those instances. You’ll probably crave meat… like a lot. Although my best friend Layla is a werewolf who was bitten and she’s vegan outside the full moon.” She tried to think if she had gotten everything and added, “On the full moon, I usually go super deep in the woods with Layla and Ulfric. Usually kill a lot of deer-- occasionally like a rabbit or something. You end up eating shit that humans consider weird, too. But yeah, I think that’s the gist of it. And hey, you’re the batman of mystery here, Ace.”

Sammy bounced his hands against his thighs as she explained, nervous energy rattling through him like a rickety train. It was a big change, a huge change, she was right, but it could mean anything. For the first time since Lydia had dropped her act and Anneliese had gently guided him into his new reality with soft words to hide the horror, Sammy felt… what, hope? Yeah. He rubbed his face, staring at her with wide eyes. He didn’t have to die. He could be with Lydia, and not have to wither away like Anneliese had or like Chloe was. He was more tired every single time he saw Ariana, that could go away. So, really, he didn’t care about whatever change in his eyesight, or feeling overwhelmed by his senses, or even about the hunters he knew existed. Ari would guide him through it. “Better bambi than humans or people, right?” And once he’d changed, Lydia would forgive him. She’d be angry, betrayed, maybe, but wasn’t this better? Lydia was so forgiving. She got in fights with people all the time, and forgave them too. “Okay. When’s the full moon?”

For what a huge thing she was suggesting, Ace was taking it surprisingly well. Ariana hadn’t expected this to go over so well, especially after their last conversation. As much as it was relieving, it meant she actually had to go through with it which was nerve-wracking in itself. She’d never bit anyone before. That had to require a lot of control and the last thing she ever wanted to do was hurt Ace. She looked at him earnestly. He seemed to really want this and she couldn’t quite place her finger on how that made her feel though as much was true with most of their interactions. That was something she could navigate once she knew he was safe. “Definitely better Bambi than Bob,” she agreed. “So we change on the full moon and the two nights surrounding. So September 1st is the next one. I’d want to bite you at least a few days before. Control and the full moon don’t really go hand and hand. The last thing I’d want to do is accidentally hurt you.”

“Right, right right,” Sammy nodded, agreeing. Better Bambi than Bob. “September first? Wow, that’s… that’s close. I mean, I guess it is once a month. Okay,” He bounced on his heels, reached forward to pet Luna, and then began pacing again. He stopped, looked at her. “It kinda has to be a bit close, though. We… Well, I want to surprise Lydia.” She’d understand, after. Once he was a wolf, she’d get it. Before? Maybe not. His stomach turned at the thought of keeping secrets from her, but he wasn’t keeping them forever. It was okay! She’d get it, once he- right, right. Focus on Ariana. “Big fan of minimal hurting right here. What about, like, the 25th? Would that work? We’d meet out here and you’d, you know, wolf, and then quick bite, and it would be fine. And I’d come find you on September 1st, here, while it’s still daylight, and then you could take me to kill Bambi and shit. Holy shit, a werewolf!” Sammy gasped, clasping his hands. “Would I be an omega? Do you have a pack? Do you have an alpha? Are you the alpha?”

While Ariana knew the 25th would be cutting it close, she trusted she knew Ace’s scent well enough that she’d be able to keep the wolf at bay. She’d have to see if any of the other wolves had done this before and if they had any advice to offer. He was pacing and she wanted to reach out, but she opted to pet Luna instead. “We could do the 25th,” she started and nearly choked on her words when he spoke of surprising Lydia, “I don’t know if that’s the best idea. I know she’s amazing and all… but like, not to be mean, you’re like literally her dinner. I don’t know if she’ll appreciate me turning you into a wolf.” There was also the small chance she may have already made a promise to Lydia, too, but Ace didn’t need to worry about that. She wasn’t entirely sure about that, but Kaden had said it was a possibility. At the mention of alphas and omegas, she gave Ace a dumbfounded looked. She placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye, “Ace, what the hell? Where did you even-- It’s definitely not like that. It’s more kind of like… a family I guess? I do kind of have a pack though I wouldn’t call it like a formal thing. We just stick together and look out for each other. None of that weird alpha and omega shit either. Also, definitely nothing like Twilight. No creepy imprinting shit.”

Sammy’s chest sank. He knew Ari didn’t understand. Truth be told, he didn’t fully understand either, but he couldn’t imagine not ever telling her. She’d let him go, he knew, but god, he still wanted to be in her life, he wanted to protect her, and take care of her. Ari just didn’t get that, so he nodded and didn’t say anything. He finally stopped moving and fidgeting when she put her hand on him. “Oh. I uh….” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “Oh, I’ve heard Lydia’s rants about Twilight, I knew that, I just…. Teen wolf. Sorry. And, uh, Ari?” He said softly, “Thank you.”

Ariana felt instantly bad for assuming he should have just known this stuff. There was a reason she hadn’t personally watched Teen Wolf and it was usually because werewolf depictions left her annoyed more often than not. She gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. “Sorry,” she started, “I guess that’s not all totally obvious seeing as most people don’t even know about werewolves. I’ve never watched Teen Wolf, but it sounds pretty ridiculous.” She couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Ace wasn’t doing this for the right reasons. It was hard to be too upset about it when it meant she could save him. She just only hoped he didn’t resent her for this later. Her features still softened as he thanked her. “Of course,” she responded, “And you can ask me whatever. I’m here to be your guru to all things wolfy.”

“Hey, I shouldn’t have been making assumptions,” Sammy replied, raising up his hands as if admitting his guilt. “It’s so ridiculous, it’s so bad, Ari.” He laughed softly. “No, I- I don’t think you understand how much this means. I know I can’t… tell you how much it means, exactly, but, seriously, Ari. I know that puts you at more risk, and it’s a lot of work, and responsibility, and you don’t really know me because, well, everything. And…” Sammy leant back against the tree behind him, gesturing widely with his hands. “I guess…. My reality is my reality, you know. You, this thing we do? It scares the shit out of me. But I’m really, really glad we do it.” He grinned. “I’ll stop with the sappy shit now.”

“Nah, you’re all good,” Ariana assured and gave him a pat on the back. “I’ve seen the commercials for it back in the day. Definitely looks ridiculous. Glad I never got into it.” She remembered seeing one commercial and the wolves looked more like overly hairy men than actual wolves. It definitely wasn’t a vibe. Her wolf was way cooler. “You’re my friend,” she said simply, “I look out for my friends. Plus, I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.” Even if Kaden insisted she needed to back off from this whole situation, it wasn’t something she could do. Especially not seeing Ace now, still as kind as ever. Their meetings had to be few and far between, but each one was near and dear to her. “I know you well enough to know you deserve better than the hand you’ve been dealt,” she remarked as she looked to him earnestly, “I’m glad we do, too. And hey, being a little sappy is okay.” She smiled at him though it wasn’t long before Luna nudged her snout into Ariana’s hand. “Now that we have a plan, I may have brought entirely too many snacks for us. How’s a midnight picnic sound?”

“The commercials weren’t anywhere near as bad as the actual show. Kinda glad I’ve only been watching quality movies recently,” Sammy said with a smile, leaning into her touch. She said they were friends, and maybe that was true - maybe she was even his first real friend since leaving to college. He’d never really made good ties. Sure, there were people in his arts classes, but he’d been too shy, and the whole growing up a not-hunter in a hunter family? Hard to relate to, and there was the whole chip on his shoulder deal. But Ariana didn’t exactly know him well, did she? She knew only what she’d dug up from snooping around Lydia, and their brief meetings. What if she turned him, and then found out once all was said and done that she didn’t like him? That she liked his mystery and the need to save someone more than she liked him? Of course, Lydia would never do that, and he didn’t want to think badly of Ariana, not when she was offering him a lifeline but, well, he was kinda used to disappointing people. It was a him issue, not a her issue. Sammy swallowed, and pulled Ariana into a tight hug. “A midnight picnic sounds amazing. I’m getting real tired of Lydia’s mime food, let me tell you…”

It was good to see him smiling again. To have him leaning into her touch. Their last meeting had left Ariana feeling so at a loss, but now she had a plan. He was ready to go through with this and do something that would save him though she had to somehow hope Lydia didn’t connect the dots. Kaden’s and Athena’s warnings were both still present in her mind, but they meant little to her now as she looked to Ace. Letting anything worse happen to him was not an option. For now, she decided to relish in this small victory though her face scrunched up at the mention of mime food. Oh no. It was at that moment she noticed the stripes on his tongue. Guess she was going to have to cancel that subscription. “This is definitely better than mime food,” she assured and tried to suppress the pang of guilt that he’d been stuck eating that. She pulled a blanket and a few sandwiches out of her bag. “Make yourself comfortable. You get first pick of sandwiches and snacks.”

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