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notlhecxzsa · 6 months ago

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Never Wield Such Power, You Forget To Be Polite - N.R

Summary: Where did all the time go? Years have passed yet memories are still fresh for both of them, especially Natasha. Would it still be after the rotten smell of the present? Digging up the graveyard of unknown feelings and innocent glances, their story is about the start... or continue?

Author's Note: GOSH! Finally I'm able to updateeee, sorry for making you wait for too long! Might update within this week again or the end of this week if I got free time! Mwa (⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)

Warnings: Mean Natasha!, asshole parents, cursing, degradation words, angst

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Y/n's POV:

"Oh-... did I interrupt something?" I asked, genuinely worried if I did interrupt a conversation that was going on before I came in.

"No, no, it's fine. We just finished talking." Yelena, whom I learned earlier, said while walking past me, Natalia stayed silent as my gaze caught her figure on my peripheral vision. "If you'll excuse me, I'll head back inside now." I gave her a smile and nod following an awkward wave of my hand.

I gaze at the back of Natalia's head, my mouth agape a little as curiosity filled my wide eyes. "Hello..." I muttered, my voice almost coming out as a whisper.

I cleared my throat when I received no response from the red head, ducking my head as I stepped forward beside her, keeping a certain distance. I turned my head upwards, gazing at her side profile, my mouth still agape as I waited and waited for her to speak to me. To see me.

She grew so much! I remember a very brief and vivid memory of her, she surely does not look so beautiful like this. I wonder what she did to her face, maybe it has some make up on? I don't know much about make up, but it was said to have the power to transform people's faces.

"You won't get anything from looking at me, kid." I jumped a little, blinking my eyes as I closed my mouth. Interlocking both of my hands with one another, I averted my gaze towards our backyard.

"S-sorry... Uhm-... Hi?" I did my best not to look at her as I spoke, my heart started to beat loudly inside my chest.

"What do you need?" I heard her voice that was slightly husky and at the same time heavy. I gulped, fear started to crept up into me. God, I should've just told Dada that I don't feel well when he told me to accompany Natalia, not that it would work. What he says is to be done with no arguments or reasoning.

I tried to find the right words to say, but found nothing as I kept muttering. "I-... Uh..." I fiddled with my hand as my head slowly moved down, looking at the cast that was wrapped around my arm.

"Y/n." My head immediately perked up, but stayed facing away from her at the sudden call of my name after a moment of silence. "Do you know what will happen?" I frowned softly, my mind clouded with so much confusion. Golly, so many things have happened already, I'm starting to feel drained already.

"W-what?" I asked, gazing into the abyss.

I felt her pair of eyes burning holes to the side of my head, making me more nervous. We were once again met with silence, I kept shifting from one foot to another as I fiddled with whatever my hand will touch, trying my best not to meet her burning gaze. From my peripheral vision, I saw a blurry motion of her head moving side to side as if something had disappointed her, as if I disappointed her.

Gollly! I just want to be eaten whole by a big buzzing bee and fly me away from here! Maybe a dragonfly that will stung me in the back and carry me all the way to paris. Yeah, maybe the second one.

"We came here all the way to New York and you won't give me a normal conversation?" There was a mused tone in her voice, I couldn't put a finger on what kind of expression she was wearing, or what kind of message she was trying to give me.

I bit my bottom lip, once again trying to find words. "I-... What... I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, Natalia..." I confessed with a gentle voice, which is just my normal voice as I tried to cover up the raging storm inside my head. I looked up to meet her gaze that was already on mine the moment I averted my eyes upwards.

I saw a glint in her eyes before she looked away, a smirk visible on her face. "Pathetic... stupid dipshits." I heard her whisper, I know that was what she said. I have a good hearing, Lucy cleans my ear weekly.

I gulped, immediately looking down. My heart is breaking at the humiliation and degradation I had just received from someone I don't even know. I should be used to it already, I got it daily from my parents, but I am not. Lucy always tells me that I am not what they call me. Always reminding me that I am not someone who they pertain to me.

I could accept it easily from my parents, but from someone, I just can't. But, hearing it from Natalia, my stomach did a backflips, it is different from what I have felt from the others. Maybe, it's because I've known her before, or maybe it's because she was my first ever friend to call.

I smiled a little at the vivid memory of her giving me that yummy cupcake! I was devastated that day when I finished my tutoring class and found her gone. Lucy told me I'll see her next time, but that never came. Now, I saw her again. But, she's different. Not just physically. She's just... different.

"Uhm... Did you like the foods? Is there uhm... is there anything I uh... I could entertain you with? Oh, would you like a tour of the house?" I asked, looking anywhere but her, still facing her as I rambled. I heard her let out a sigh, almost like an out of boredom one. "We- we have a music room..." Finally looking up at her face, I saw how her head swayed away from me, as if she was already gazing at mine, I waited for her eyes and mine to meet.

I eyed her pointed nose first, how it widened ever so slightly as she took deep breaths, then down to her sharp jaw, it is so well defined, just like her green forest eyes along with those thick eyelashes and eyebrows. I almost felt like an insecure kid with how perfect she looks, my jaw's not the sharp, my eyelashes may be thick but it looks messy, not like hers.

As the light from the moon and stars cascaded down on us, mixing up with the electric lights that radiate from our house, I could see how smooth her skin is, how freckles littered along the curves of her face.

"Seems like you're the one who's getting entertained here." My eyes immediately snapped to meet her, widening as she gave me an amused look, a smirk appearing on her face as she looked down on me.

Blush crept into my face, heating it up with a crimson red color. "I-I'm sorry..." Looking down immediately, I crossed my arms on my front, finding the atmosphere rather too cold for my liking as goosebumps littered my skin, mixing up with the embarrassment I just fell into. "I didn't- I didn't mean to stare, I'm really sorry." I said, genuinely concerned. Stupid, Y/n.

"I'm not talking about you." Once again, my head snapped up to look at her, confusion written all over my face as I took in what she said. Did i hear it right? What was she talking about? Am I deaf? "I meant... you're not... pathetic." She continued, sounding so unsure of what she was saying. Hesitation flew by in her eyes, almost wanting to take back the explanation she just made.

My mouth is agape a little in an O shaped, nodding my head as relief flush inside my chest. I wanted to ask who she was talking about, but asking questions is not my forte, especially with what I would usually get from doing it. "You should head back inside..." She started, her head turning away from me as her gaze averted to somewhere unknown. "You're getting cold." She said, still avoiding meeting my gaze.

Without knowing it, I blurted, "Lucy told me it's not nice to not look at people when you're talking to them..." I muttered, slowing down as I realized what I was saying. Her eyes are averted to meet mine, raising an eyebrow as she lets out a small chuckle that I almost didn't hear. "Well, Y/n..." She began, turning her whole body to face mine, just then did I notice how tall she is than me. I must be just under her chin, or maybe her chest since I'm wearing sandals with 3 inch heels. "Let's just say... I'm not nice. How about we start with that?" She finished, her crossed arms were pulled away and down to her sides.

My eyes went down from her captivating eyes, down to her nose, then to her lips. My mouth opened, trying to find the right words to say. "I think..." Averting my eyes up to look at her again. "I think you are." She looked like she was taken aback from my 'bold' answer, if you could call it that. But, it is the truth. I do think she is nice. Maybe, she just did not want to look at my ugly face while talking to me? Or maybe, she just didn't want to strain herself while talking and looking down on me? Golly! I shouldn't have quoted Lucy.

I heard her clear her throat, both her hands going inside the pockets of her pants. "You don't know me." She said gently, but I heard the edge on her voice, as if she wanted to say something more. "It's nice to see you again, Y/n. I'll see you again soon." With that, I was left outside, the cold breeze passing right through me as I was left frozen in time. Oh gosh, oh gosh, did I offended her? Did I say something wrong- oh, maybe I delivered that in the most wrong way!

I'm dead.

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Natasha's POV:

"Maria, can you go to the penthouse and call the service to do a general cleaning. Restock everything, foods and all the necessities. Also, remember the room at the end of the hall, across mine? Order new furniture, clean especially that room." I demandedly rambled, signing every paper that was presented in front of me by Clint. I saw in my peripheral vision how she and Bucky looked at each other suspiciously, but I chose to ignore it, knowing that they wanted a further explanation.

"Also, uhhh, Bucky, can you take care of the delivery in Philadelphia and Brooklyn? I'll let Clint and Steve handle those ones in Europe." I continued before finally looking up at them.

They looked at me skeptically but nodded. "Good, we'll have a busy week ahead, make sure to give a heads up on everyone." I finished, just then Bucky started talking.

"You never told us what happened with the dinner you had with your parents." I stopped on my track, remembering what happened last the day before yesterday.

After that night, I immediately ordered Maria to book me a flight from Hawaii to New York. I don't know why, but my feet are itching to get as far away as possible from that land. I felt different, maybe it's because of the difference in the atmosphere between New York and Hawaii, maybe it's just my parents.

"There's nothing to be told." I opposed, continuing my work as my mind came running back to that small girl once again.

She's been plaguing my mind, waking me up all night with no resolution. I hated every second of it, I felt imprisoned by those... eyes. Her voice that sounded like a melody kept ringing in my head until I felt like my eardrums are shattering with how angelic it sounded.

She's grown... so much. I still remember as clearly as the blue sky and ocean how she looked back then. I still remember the first conversation I had with her, how I didn't get the chance to meet her again, how I kept something that must have been one of her prized possessions as a child.

Innocent child.

"... Nat? Did you hear me?" The sound of fingers snapping in front of my eyes, almost close to my face brought me back from whatever trance I was in. Looking up, I saw a frowning Maria with Bucky looking just as confused and worried as her.

I faltered for a moment, hiding my embarrassment with how absent minded I became while thinking about a complete random person. I cleared my throat as I shook my head, blinking vigorously as I avoided their gaze and focused on cleaning up my desk, I'm finished already anyway. "Sorry, what is it?" I asked, trying to mask up the raging storm inside my head while putting all the papers together.

"Buck asked if you're up for tonight's night out...? Stark will be there, I bet Maximoff too along with Strange and the others." She explained. I hummed quietly as I thought for a moment. After everything, I think that will be a very much needed thing. My kind of breath of fresh air.

"What time?"

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xxspringmelodyxx · 1 year ago

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Misunderstanding

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader (Angst)

You have unfortunately found yourself falling in love with the one man you shouldn’t have. The one man who told you himself that love was a curse. You knew he would never be able to love…and if he did, it would be with Utahime. Those two were spending a lot more time together than usual, and that was a tell-tale sign that they would soon become a thing….or at least, that’s what you thought.

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Warnings: None

Word count: 6.3k

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I looked up at Toru, watching his eyes sparkle as he continued to talk about his crazy day. I was too dazed by his eyes, feeling my heart race just a bit from seeing the gorgeous blue hue they had. They were especially pretty when he was talking about something he was passionate about, just like now. I could quite literally stare into his eyes forever.

That was shortly lived, however, as the sound of a door opening came from behind me, though I ignored it. Toru, unfortunately, did not. Not even a few seconds passed before he looked away, his eyes catching something…or someone else. My eyes followed his and saw our good friend, Utahime. I looked back at him and saw that he was staring at her with what looked like infatuation. I felt a tight pain in my chest as he continued to stare at her. What I would do to get him to look at me like that. The thought of it made my heart flutter a bit, quickly snapping back to normal as I realized I was daydreaming again.

I looked up at him once more and saw that his body was tensed up as well. Was he…nervous? I had never seen him like this before, well at least not towards people. Without realizing it, my body involuntarily tensed up as well. I won’t lie, I felt a little hurt that he would look at her anytime she showed up, completely ignoring me.

For the past three months, whenever Toru and I were alone together, she would just come in and ruin the moment. If she wasn’t your friend, you would hate her with all your being…

I looked away from Toru once I realized I had completely lost him. My posture started to slouch a bit as I started to grab my things to get ready to leave. All I needed to do was make an excuse and, voila, Ill be out of their hair.

While I was thinking of how I could get out of this situation, Utahime looked back at you two and rolled her eyes at him, looking at you. Her face brightened up a bit as she walked closer to you two. At this point, Toru had already stopped talking about his day, subtly fidgeting with his sleeve as she came closer.

“Hey N/n! Satoru.” She said as she sat down next to me, placing her arm around you to give you a slight hug. Not wanting to be rude, you gave her one back.

No matter what feelings you had for Toru, you knew it wasn’t her fault that she caught the attention of the white haired boy. After all, she was a good and true friend to you.

“Hey ‘Hime.” You said, trying to hide the sadness behind your voice. Unbeknownst to you, the two caught it with ease.

“Are you okay?” She asked, unsure of where this sudden sadness came from.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little tired.” You lied, making the both of them confused.

“Well, that stinks! Because I was hoping that you would come to the park with me later tonight with Satoru, Shoko, Geto, and I. We were all planning to hang out for a bit since it’s been a while since we last hung out.” She said, hoping you would say yes to going.

“Didn’t we all hang out last week?” I asked, making her pout.

“Yes, but it was fun! We need to do it again! Human communication is good for the mind and the body. We could even play baseball, your favorite sport!” She said with her hands clasped together. I rolled my eyes playfully, smirking a bit.

“Last time I remember, Baseball is your favorite sport. Besides, I think I am a bit tired out.” You said, making Toru and Utahime look at each other with concern.

“W-We could just come over and hang out with you!” Toru suggested, but you shook your head.

��No, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I just need a little…alone time for myself.” You said, still feeling hurt from the whole Toru situation. Gosh, you knew it was a horrible idea to fall for him. He even said it himself that love is the greatest curse…so why the hell is he falling in love with Utahime! Sometimes you just wish everyone would just go away and maybe…just maybe your feelings would eventually disappear as well.

Oh how you wish you could just go back to the times where all you felt for Toru were platonic feelings. At least then you would have probably felt more energized and happy. But now, you are stuck with stupid feelings for a stupid guy.

“Oh come on, N/n! Just stay for thirty minutes with us! I’ll even make the boys carry you if you need it. Please!” Utahime begged, holding your hands in hers, hoping you would say yes.

You looked up at her eyes and saw how desperate they were. You sighed, wishing you could just say no…but you’d feel bad if you did. She’s doing those stupid puppy dog eyes on you, too.

“Fine, but only thirty minutes. No more.” I said, making her smile widen.

“Good! That’s all we need!” She spoke, looking towards Toru now.

There that awful feeling was again. The feeling that made your stomach churn and your heart break little by little. The feeling that made your throat stiffen up, making it feel as though you were swallowing nails.

“Listen, it was really nice talking to you two…but something just came up and I need to go.” I said, packing my things and quickly standing up to get out of there. However, Toru and Utahime both stood up and tried to follow you.

“Wait, is it something bad? Do you need our help?” Utahime asked once more.

I waved them both off, trying to rush to the door so they wouldn’t ask any more questions.

“don’t worry about it. Just got a call about an important thing I need to attend to.” I said, lying straight through my teeth. I cringed a bit at my poor excuse, but I needed to get out of there fast before the two of them started ogling eyes at each other.

“Are you sure?” Toru asked, quickly noticing that you were lying.

“Positive. See you both tonight.” You said, finally getting out of the building you three were in and rapidly walking towards your car. You buckled up and left the area, going right back to your apartment.

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“Ow! What the hell was that for!” Satoru hissed at Utahime for slapping him on the shoulder.

“What is wrong with you, you idiot! You were supposed to ask her to go with you!” She yelled at him.

“I know…but….I got nervous.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock! By the way, way to ignore her after I came in.” She glared at the boy.

“It’s not my fault! I couldn’t just keep looking into her eyes! Her bright, beautiful, gorgeous looking, eye catching-“

“Yeah we get it Romeo. You get nervous looking into her eyes, causing you to look anywhere but at her. But you looked like a total dick when you did that! You need to learn to keep eye contact with her! And DON’T look at other women when talking to her, then getting distracted! How the hell did you think that was okay?!” She said back to him.

“I don’t look at other women! I just looked at you because you came barging in yet again!” He yelled back

“Because you sent the signal that you need help! You have done this for the past three months and we have gotten nowhere! I swear this is the longest and most borish way of asking a girl to be your girlfriend! I’ve seen teenagers more efficient in asking out their crush!”

“Yeah, well they don’t understand the risk that will come if the other person doesn’t accept. They don’t have to worry about losing a lifetime relationship just because someone caught feelings!” He said back to her, placing his hands over his face as he tried to calm down.

“I just wish it didn’t have to be so hard to ask her.” He mumbled into his hands. Utahime placed her hand on his shoulder, scooting closer to him, and trying to soothe him.

“Listen, I know it’s nerve wracking, but you can do this. You are Satoru Gojo! Deemed the strongest of them all! And you’re going to let something like this trouble you?” She asked

“But this is Y/n we are talking about, Utahime. I…I love her. Literally everything about her is the embodiment of perfection. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her personality. Everything. What if she doesn’t reciprocate the same feelings as I do? What will happen then? I don’t want to risk our relationship we already have going if it means I would lose her for good.”

“If you don’t try, you will regret it later on in your life and it will come back to haunt you every day if you don’t. If you do try, then at least you know you did everything you could.” She said, smiling softly at the stressed out man sitting in front of her.

Satoru stayed silent after what she said, taking her words into consideration.

He was terrified to say the least. What if you didn’t respond too well to his confession? What if you only see him as a friend…or worse, a brother? What if your guys’ relationship that you already had would be gone forever?

He rubbed his face in frustration, hating this rare feeling. Never in his life did he think he would actually fall in love with someone, let alone his lifelong best friend.

But then, Utahime’s words replayed in his head over and over again.

What if he never asked you? Would he truly be filled with regret? Sure his friendship with you would be fine…but would he be fine many years down the line when he sees you with another man that wasn’t him? Would he be fine with never knowing what could have been if he did ask? What would happen if you did accept?

Suddenly, he feels his heart race as his body starts to tingle at the thought of you accepting. That would make his whole world complete.

He still thinks to the day he realized he caught feelings for you. He and you were walking alone together down a street, just enjoying each other's company. You treated him like he was a regular human being, rather than this untouchable and other worldly being. You made him feel happy. You made him feel safe and… loved.

He remembered looking down at you as you smiled happily, talking about a memory from your guys’ childhood. He remembered how the golden sun rays hit your face perfectly, lighting your entire body up. You truly looked like an angel.

He remembers your scent that day. A warm and sensual scent that would drive anyone crazy, including him. The short and simple dress you wore, elegantly swaying in the opposite direction as it hit your thighs.

Everything about that day was beyond compare. That was when it hit him that he, the strongest sorcerer in the world, had captured feelings for you. He tried his best to deny it for several, long months. But as each day passed by, he noticed his want for you grew even stronger. He would catch himself staring at your hands, wondering what they would feel like to hold. He would constantly stare at your eyes, getting lost in them every time you spoke because they would sparkle. He would stare at your lips without you noticing, wondering what they would feel like on his. He watched as your hair blew softly in the wind, wondering what it would feel like as he played with it. Not a single day passed by where he didn’t think about you. And after almost a good two and a half years, he realized that he couldn’t deny his feelings about you anymore.

That’s when he reached out to Utahime about it because you and her were good friends as well. He wanted to get advice from her about how to ask you out. She was ecstatic to say the least, and agreed on making a plan to help you two get together. And so, three months later, here they were, still trying to figure out how to get you and him alone so that he could muster up the confidence to finally confess and ask you out.

“You are right, Utahime.”

“As usual.” She said

“And tonight could be perfect! All I need to do is get her alone-“

“Somewhere near a large fountain…maybe a tree on a hill! The lake even!” She interjected

“But how will I ask her? How should I confess to her? Should I just straight up tell her, ‘hey I am madly in love with you, so please go out with me.’?” He asked, making Utahime place a finger on her mouth, signaling to him that she was thinking.

“How about you practice with me? That way, we can go over what you should say, and what you shouldn’t say.” She suggested, making Satoru shrug.

“It’s worth a shot. I want to make this perfect for her.” He said, making Utahime smile.

“Then lets go over it. First things first, you’ll want to ease your way into your confession. Talk about something you two will remember.” She said.

Soon, the two of them worked little by little, revising when needed, and worked on making the best speech of all time.

However, little did they know that this would absolutely destroy their future plans.

As they were speaking, a certain someone came back to grab her phone as she left it due to her hurry to leave

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As I was driving back to my apartment, I realized I didn’t have my phone. Sighing with frustration, I stopped my car as I realized I had left it back with Toru and Utahime.

“Damn it!” I spoke quietly under my breath.

I took another turn and headed back to the building I just left.

As I drove there, I was praying silently that those two would have already left. I was still hurting from the two of them, so I knew it would be hard for me to see them there.

I took one more turn and parked right in front of the building.

I got out of my car and looked up a bit to see both Toru’s and Utahime’s vehicles there.

“Great. This is just great.” I said, looking up to the sky. I noticed the weather was quickly changing, seeing the once light blue sky being quickly replaced with gray clouds that looked ready to release a monsoon.

I had better hurry up. Last thing I need now is an outdoor shower.

I picked up my pace a bit and made it towards the main entrance to the building. However, just as I was about to open it up, I heard Toru and Utahime talking.

Quietly, I placed my ear up against the door, eavesdropping in on what they were saying. However, I wished at that moment, that I never did.

“I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Every day when I think of you, my heart melts and I get this weird feeling in my stomach.” I heard Toru say.

My eyes widened a bit as I felt the pit of my stomach drop.

“There isn’t a passing day where I don’t think about you. Not a single one. I honestly wish I told you all of this sooner so that we could have spent more time together as one rather than two.”

Second by second, I felt my heart slowly crack with each sentence he spoke to Utahime.

It was until he said four final words that really broke everything.

“Will you be mine?” He finished

That’s when your entire world fell apart. Tears that were pooling in your eyes began to fall involuntarily. Your breathing became uneven as you replayed his words in your head. He finally did it. He finally asked Utahime out to be his love….his one and only.

Silent sobs began to escape your mouth, and you knew you needed to leave. You forgot all about your phone, too hurt to remember.

You got in your car, started the engine, and quickly drove off to your place.

You knew it wasn’t possible. You just knew it. But a part of you had silently hoped that maybe it was all a trick in your mind. A part of you had hoped that maybe…just maybe…he had the same feelings as you did. But now, it was obvious that it was all just in your head. How could he ever love a girl like you when someone like Utahime exists? She must be perfect in his eyes. Pure beauty.

Tears kept falling down your eyes as you got closer and closer to your apartment.

Once you did make it to your place, you quickly ran in, noticing the rain beginning to start.

You went inside and threw your stuff on the couch and walked to your bedroom, shutting the door and sliding down it as sobs continued to come out of your mouth. You were absolutely heartbroken and you didn’t know what to do about it. Your cursed energy became uncontrollable and your plants started to wilt. Whenever a teardrop fell to the ground a small plant would uproot itself from deep underground, only for it to wilt once it reached you.

It was all over. There was no chance left for you. And you had to deal with that…all alone.

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“Together as one rather than two?” Utahime said with a grimace.

“W-Well, yeah. Isn’t it smart?” Satoru said with a proud smirk.

“It sounds cheesy as hell.” She said, deadpanned, irking Satoru.

“Oh yeah! Well why don’t you-“ Satoru started, but stopped once he realized your phone was still here.

“Hm?” He spoke, picking up your phone.

“Shit, she must’ve left it here by accident.”

“Wow, you’re a sorcerer and a detective. You really have it all don’t you.” Utahime said, making Satoru glare at her a bit.

“Why don’t you go to her place and give it to her. It would be a good way for you to talk to her a bit before we all go out tonight.” She suggested.

“Hm…not a bad idea. Who knew you had the capacity in your brain to make smart suggestions.” He said, making her smack him

“Whose the one helping you out right now because you’re too terrified to do this all alone!” She spoke, making Toru smirk a bit before standing up.

“Well, I suppose I should head over to her place now before it gets too late. Maybe Ill go get some snacks and I can give them to her as an apology for ignoring her today. I still can’t believe I did that.” He said, mentally cursing himself for doing that to you.

“Well then you had better make a move on buddy. She doesn't have all year.” Utahime said, shooing him away to go and talk to you.

“Alright, alright. I’m leaving. I can tell when I am not wanted. At least my sweet Y/n will want me…I hope.” He said, his body stiffening up.

Utahime took notice of this and smiled, walking up to the poor guy. She placed her hand on his shoulder once more and encourage him.

“You will be fine, Satoru. Now go. It’s already pouring rain, so hurry it up.” She said, pushing him outside.

“Thank you again, Utahime. For helping me out with all of this. I won’t forget it.” He said, walking back to his car.

Now, time to go buy you a bunch of stuff!

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A good hour had passed and you were still on the ground. Though you were not crying anymore. You just stared at your dead plants with an empty look. Suddenly, your puppy and kitten came in to cuddle up to you. They took notice that something was wrong with you.

You chuckle a bit when your puppy, Tico, licks your face.

Your kitten, Mochi, purred as she wrapped her tail around your arm. They both cuddled up to you, making sure to show you that they care about you. They felt so warm and soft, it almost made you fall asleep.

However, you felt dirty and gross, plus you also knew that a shower would help you a bit. So you got up and went to take a shower.

You started running the water, discarding your clothes into the hamper. You felt the warm water and got in, easing into the water as it splashed onto your skin.

You took a good while in the shower, thinking about your feelings, hoping they would wash away with the water and down into the drain.

Tears started to form in your eyes once again, threatening to spill out. It hurt so much. It hurt so much to the point where you didn’t want to go anywhere for a long time. All you wanted to do was stay home, watch TV, and eat.

Maybe you just tell everyone you fell ill so you don’t have to go out. So you don’t have to watch Utahime and Toru be all lovey dovey in front of you. The thought of it made you sick to your stomach.

Fuck.

Why did you have to fall in love with him? Why?!

You were so caught up in your mind that you didn’t even notice tears were falling down your face like a waterfall.

Maybe Toru was right after all…maybe love is the biggest curse in the world.

—-

“Wow, that’s a lot of food you got there. What’s the occasion?” The cashier asked behind the counter, taking notice of the cart full of sweets, savory foods, and…some flowers.

“Oh well, they are for a special someone.” Toru said, a very faint blush evident on his face.

“Oh? A lover perhaps?” She asked, taking each item and placing them nicely in a bag.

“I hope…” He said under his breath. His hands gripped tightly onto your phone, getting more and more anxious with every minute that passed by. Thoughts were screaming in his head about how you would never feel the same way as he did. He did his very best to get rid of those thoughts, trying to give himself a pep talk. He was the strongest sorcerer of all time. Anyone would want him….anyone….right?

Once he paid the amount that was due, he quickly left and got in his car. He started it up and drove to your place, thinking about what he would talk to you about.

—-

You put on some comfy sweat pants and a tank top, going to the living room and turning something on. Though, you didn’t pay attention to it at all as you were still too lost in your own mind. Your eyes were swollen from crying, your nose was red, and your cheeks were tearstained.

You sat on your couch as you ate some cereal, desperately trying to remove Toru from your head.

You noticed that every single plant in and outside of your place were all wilted, but you didn’t care at the moment. You could fix them anytime you please if you wanted, so for right now, you didn’t tend to them.

It was so dark and gloomy in your house, especially with the rain that was practically pouring right now.

You were about thirty minutes into the show you were watching, still not fully attentive of it, but still catching up on some bits of it. Mochi and Tico were lying on top of your legs, keeping you warm and cozy.

You placed another spoonful of cereal in your mouth, when all of a sudden, your doorbell rang. Mochi and Tico ran off, going towards the door with excitement.

Confused, you placed your cereal down and paused the movie you were watching. You got up and went to the door, not realizing you were going to regret it in a few seconds.

There, standing out drenched from the rain, was the last man you wanted to see right now. He was holding bags of stuff, and your phone.

——

I drove into Y/n’s parking lot, parking my car and sitting there in silence. My heart was racing as I thought about her once again. My hands were wrapped tightly around the steering wheel to the point where my knuckles were bright white.

I looked up at her place and noticed something was wrong. All of her plants were extremely wilted, barely holding onto what life they had left of them.

I started to grow concerned as Y/n would never let something like this happen. I quickly grabbed everything in the car and walked up to her door. My hair was drenched from being outside for too long, but thankfully, my coat kept the rest of me dry.

I rang the doorbell, starting to grow anxious again. Within a few minutes, the door finally opened and there…she stood…

I looked down at her and saw that she was a wreck. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her face had tear stains on them…was she crying?

Suddenly, his concern grew more and more as he caught a glimpse of her. What the hell happened that caused you to look like this?

Whatever the case, he was going to make you feel better. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this. It broke his heart seeing you in such a distressed state.

“Y/n…what happened?” He asked with genuine concern.

—-

“Y/n, what happened?” He asked me, making my heart wrench from his voice. This was the last thing I needed.

“N-Nothing, please just…go away.” I said, trying to shut the door. However, Toru blocked it from shutting with his shoe, pushing the door open.

“What do you mean it’s nothing? Did someone do this to you? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, starting to grow frustrated.

You hurt me

I thought, as he asked his questions.

“No. Now just please leave me alone. I don’t want you over.” I said, growing equally frustrated at his stubbornness.

He wasn’t letting go though, not after seeing you like this. He cared far too much about you to just leave you be.

“Y/n. You are going to tell me what is going on, right now. I am not leaving until you do so.” He said sternly.

“Damn it, why are you so stubborn! Just go, Gojo!” You yelled pushing against the door.

His eyes softened, looking down at you with hurt as he realized you called him Gojo instead of the usual Toru.

He didn’t want to admit it, but that stung when you said that.

Were you mad at him? Did he do something?

“Y/n…I…please just tell me what is going on.” He said, pushing past his feelings so that he could figure out yours.

“If I tell you, it will ruin everything. Besides, it doesn't matter anyways…just go back to Utahime.” You said with a bit of bitterness on your tongue.

That caught him off guard.

“Utahime?” He asked, confusion hitting him hard.

“Yes, I heard everything Gojo. Everything. I heard your confession to her at the building. How you told her that not a second goes by where you don’t think of her. And if that is the case, why the hell are you even here? Shouldn’t you be spending time with the love of your life?” You asked, the plants around you starting to grow once again, a little too much though.

That was when it hit Satoru. You caught him practicing with Utahime. Fuck!

He looked down at you frantically and dropped everything in his hands, forcing the door open and grabbing you.

“Let me go!” You said, struggling to escape his grip.

“Y/n stop.” He started, but tears started to fall down your face and it broke him. It wasn’t someone else who hurt you, it was him. And all because of a huge misunderstanding.

“Y/n would you stop for once and just listen to me!” He yelled, making you stop and stare up at him, your eyes full of water. If it wasn’t for the situation you two were in right now, he would grab you and kiss you to make you stop.

“What could you possibly have to say?” You asked, your voice breaking a bit.

“Y/n…that conversation you heard…it wasn’t what you think.” He started, making it your turn to be confused.

“That conversation…I was…I was practicing with Utahime. It wasn’t meant for her.” He said, making you calm down a bit and actually listen to him.

“Then if not for her…then for who?” You asked. You weren’t sure if you wanted to hear. If he said someone else’s name, you would officially break.

Before you could say anything else, you heard Toru sigh. His grip on your arms relaxed, and he let you go.

He suddenly became extremely fidgety with you, and you swore you could see a faint blush spread across his face. His eyes were now looking anywhere but at you.

“Y/n…that speech…it was actually made for…” He started, his breathing becoming more rapid from his nerves.

“Well….for you.” he said softly, still averting his eyes from your shocked gaze.

“W-What?” You asked, making sure you weren’t hearing things.

“It was for you, Y/n. I was just practicing it with Utahime because I wanted it to be perfect for you tonight when we all went out. You see, Utahime has been helping me try and confess everything to you for the past three months. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize it would be so hard confessing something like that to you. Every time I got nervous, I would send her a signal to help me out…but it always ended with you leaving.” He said, making your eyes widen at his confession.

“Y/n, I…I love you. A lot. Everyday I wish that you could be with me in my arms. I want to be the first thing you see every morning and the last thing you see at night. I want to hug you, touch you, kiss you, talk to you, and more. Everything about you is just so beautiful. Your eyes, your smile, your voice, all of it. I get nervous just thinking about you and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I tried to reject my feelings for you, but no matter how hard I tried, my feelings for you just came back stronger than ever. I was just so scared of losing you because I wasn’t sure if you’d like me back the same way.” he said, making your heart instantly repair from his words.

“But just say if this is all one sided and I will let it go. If I can’t have you romantically, I still wish to have you as a friend. I don’t want to sour our relationship we already have going.” He said, this time looking deep into your eyes. It all processed in your head too quickly, resulting in even more tears coming out of your eyes.

He took that as a bad sign however and sighed, feeling his heart break.

“I understand, I will just head out then. I don’t want to make this more awkward for the both of us.” He said, defeated.

However, just as he started to turn around and walk out. You ran towards him and hugged him, making you both fall to the ground.

“You never even let me say anything, you big idiot!” You said with tears still falling down your face. Quickly, all the plants and flowers in and outside of your place started to bloom like crazy.

“W-What?” He asked, still shocked from the sudden movement.

“I love you too!” You blurted out, making his eyes widen a bit and his heart race.

“Y-You…do?” He asked, completely in disbelief.

“Yes. I have loved you for so long. Almost three years. I just didn’t tell you because I thought you didn’t want to love someone. Also, I thought you had a thing for Utahime.” You said, making him sit up with you in his lap.

“Every time you would talk to me, I noticed how my heart would pick up its pace. I noticed how often I would stare into your gorgeous eyes and get lost in them. I noticed how often I would stare at your lips, just hoping that one day, they would get to touch mine. That was when I realized I had truly fallen for you. The one man who told me himself that love was the greatest curse of all time.” You said, making him chuckle sheepishly.

“I can’t believe I said that, especially now that I understand what it feels like.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

Both of your faces heated up from the close contact. You could feel each other's breath on your lips as you came closer and closer.

“You said you wished for the day where my lips met yours?” He asked, making you look away from embarrassment, but you still nodded.

He chuckled and took your chin in his hand, making you face him.

“Don’t hide your pretty face from me, Y/n. I’m about to make your wish come true.” He said, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

It was at that moment where you felt as if everything around you didn’t exist. As if it were just you two alone in an empty space. You felt sparks as you felt his lips on yours, your heart was racing so fast you thought it was going to explode. He felt much the same. This was a moment he had been fantasizing about for ages. And it finally came true for the both of you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer to you, kissing him deeper.

After a few more seconds, you both released the kiss and stared at each other's eyes.

Suddenly, a vine from one of your plants wrapped around his arm, catching both of our attention. You gasped a bit from the overgrowth, barely able to see past your living room due to the crazy outburst of plants.

Toru chuckled a bit as you threw a mini fit at them, putting them back to normal.

Toru looked at you once more with a smile, rubbing small circles on your hips.

He kissed your cheeks, your eyes, the corners of your lips, and finally, your lips once again.

“I am sorry I made you cry this much. Had I known it would have done this to you, I would have confessed much earlier.” He said apologetically.

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t know. Besides, that doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is that we have each other now…” You said with your bright smile that he loves and adores.

“So…does this mean we are official now?” He asked, making you smile at him, playing with his hair.

“Why don’t you kiss me again and find out.” You said, making him smirk a bit. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you into him, kissing you again with just as much love and passion as before.

“I love you, Y/n. I love you so much.” He said as he placed his forehead on mine.

I smiled, feeling butterflies in my stomach.

“And I love you, my Toru. More than you can imagine.” You replied, making his heart skip a beat once you said he was your Toru.

Suddenly, you both got a text from the group asking where you two were.

Toru replied and said that you two had a change of plans and decided to hang out together…alone.

Everyone in the group said some kind and sweet things…and some not so safe for work type of things.

Either way, you two ignored them and went back to each other.

“So what’s in the bags?” You asked, making him pick you up in his arms. A small squeak escaped your mouth as you felt his hands grip onto you.

“I bought a bunch of snacks for us to eat. They were supposed to be a little gift for you, but since you and I are going to be spending the night together, I figure it would be fun if we watched some movies and cuddled.” He said, making you chuckle at the amount of food he got.

“We are going to have the best time ever.” You said pulling him to the couch with you.

You two cuddled up together, turned on a movie and spent the rest of the night together. It was honestly one of the best nights that you both have had in a long time.

Toru kissed your head and whispered in your ear once more,

“I love you~”

You smiled again and turned your head to kiss him on the lips.

“And I love you~”

After that, you both slowly started to fall asleep in each other's arms, keeping each other warm and cozy.

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Deadpool & Wolverine: Scenes from an unconventional marriage.

[Submitted to Poolverine Week Day 7 SFW domesticity / Domestic life]

Pre script authors note: The following was inspired by a few conversations between @icarusredwings and myself, part of which was a scenario that i thought would be funny... if this is your first story reading one of my AUs (first of all. woof, you picked a long one) Secondly. The boys have money, Peter works for them as an assistant and logistics expert. They live in Kansas city because of Wade's crusade against anti-mutant GMO corn... go back and read KoKC for details. Link below.

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Kansas City Missouri Earth-10005 (2031-ish)

When two murderous Canadian mercenaries love each other very much...

Part 1 : paternal instincts.

Our scene opens up where most of our scenes open with this author.

The 19th floor of 700 W 31st Street Kansas City Missouri.

(the building known to its Tennants as One Park Place tower)

International headquarters of Malfeasance and Fraud Mitigation (Mercs for Money) LLC. And home to Logan and Wade Howlett-Wilson.

And Blind Al don't forget her! And Mary puppens I'll stab you if fucking forget about her. By the way Brace yourself folks this might be a crossover AU one-shot non canonical story.

Wade was talking to himself as usual having left the office after chain smoking a pack of Lucky Strikes and going over Financials with Peter and Althea. The business part of the business of killing was a huge pain in the ass. Logan insisted he take an active role beyond just killing. It was hell on his undiagnosed autism/ADHD.

Fuck Excell, fuck spreadsheets, fuck shopping around for cheaper ammo to save a dollar, this Is a Winchester house we're not buying off brand bullets from eastern Europe!

But it was finally over and he could enjoy the rest of his day. Which he intended on doing as he walked towards Logan sitting on the couch in the livingroom. He had a Nintendo Switch and was playing Mario 3 online.

He'd taken a liking to playing games ever since Laura convinced him to play Smash Brothers with her a few years ago.... Wade loved that he'd picked up what many especially the Wolverine himself would consider an unserious hobby.

he sucked at it, but he was trying to improve. He had recently beat Zelda: link to the past, but he still couldn't beat Laura at Smash Bros. Wade sat down next to him with a thud.

You get all your work done for the day princess? He asked without looking up from his screen.

I did. It was terrible. I hate it. Please don't make me do it again. Wade gently puts a hand on Logans thigh, not necessarily with amorous intentions. It's more like trying to ground himself after a stressful afternoon by connecting with his Wolverine.

Sorry bub, but you gotta learn about the actual business. It'll give you a better perspective before you go spending money. Besides its our company, and it's more than shooting fools. Now, if you gimme a sec I'll find a stopping point. These little fucking turtles have been giving me hell.

Thier Koopas penut, stomping on turtles, would be cruel. As for Al and Peter, they are the best at what they do... and what they do isn't very interesting.

Logan chuckles at Wade's bad joke, turning off his game. You smell like cigarettes bub, you know those are bad for your health. *sniffs* lucky strikes.... you know I remember when lucky strike was a plug tobacco brand (chewing tobacco bound together with molasses the 1870s were a weird time)

That sounds disgusting Penut... also I think smoking is the least of my problems. You didn't have to stop playing your game I just Wanted to be near you. But speaking of, did I tell you I was in a video game once?

Logan was accustomed to this line of thought at this point, they were in a film, a fanfic on Tumblr, a comic book, a novel... a video game was new... he couldn't see the audience, as far as he knew his choices were his own. But he didn't immediately dismiss Wade like he had in the past, because when he said things like this, there was a thread, especially if Wade said something ominous. He knew to clock it and treat the situation with care.

You were? Tell me about it bub. He said this as he pulled Wade onto his lap, feeling the need for a little cuddling while his garrulous lover regaled him with a meandering story... he liked it.

Well Penut it was the far off year of 2013, my voice sounded like Nolan North at the time and not the buttery Ryan Reynolds tones I have today. It was before the Deadpool movies and I didn't have the budget for a Hollywood actor.

Logan shook his head in mock understanding, not understanding what he meant by having a different voice at all.

Anyway, cutting past the tutorial levels, I remember Cable was there, and so we're you. Well, not you, one of you. Ya' know.

Logan gave Wade a little squeeze at the mention of Wade's ex, Cable... something about that guy made him feel possessive, not a normal reaction for a pair that generally regarded themselves as polyamorous. It probably had something to do with him being (this universe's) Scotts son which is a situation that's weird on its face before someone explained time travel to you and once that was done Logan would have to open a whole can of worms regarding trauma of love lost, parallel universes, and his Scott...

he pushed it to the back of his brain as Wade told his story, how he went on an adventure and that other Logan. he even let me fly the Blackbird... this, of course, resulted in disaster... he crashed it, leading in to a light explanation of how his and that Logans relationship was... tense.

Wade went on about traipsing through the ruins of Genosha a totally real place Logan was unfamiliar with...

there was no Genosha or Krakoa in his universe, and by far the largest difference between the world's he'd noted. It was a land populated by mutants that had suffered a brazen attack by humans... a story Logan was all too familiar with. It's a story he's been doing his best to live with. Pulling himself out again he focuses on Wade's story, he'd mentioned a musical number with Lady Death (who was not played by Aubrey Plaza at the time wade lamented) and then discovery that it hadn't been Agatha all along but Mister Sinister at the heart of the problem.

He'd planned on destroying Wade's favorite taco restaurant along with the rest of the world by *checks notes* exhuming mutant bodies to obtain their unique DNA.... or something. It was almost 20 years ago penut so it's fuzzy.

An injustices Wade simply could not stand for. He personally killed several of Sinisters clones in the process of ultimately stopping his evil scheme before confronting him at Magneto's old Citadel where he'd been hiding out...

I squashed him like a bug under the boot of an old Sentinel, Penut! The big purple kind like from X-men 97! Anyway, the credits role and because of licensing issues, the game is only available to play on hard disk, and it's expensive.

Logan nodded his head (again) in tacit agreement with this statement as if he completely understood *he didn't* kissed Wade on the cheek and held him. He was about to suggest that he and Wade go for a walk when Wade jumped off his lap

Oh, Penut! Talking about Sinister reminds me of something!

Wade ran across the room and headed towards the large storage room they kept some sundry items in, the Christmas tree, seasonal stuff and a few boxes of Wade's "crap" that he couldn't get rid of. Mind you this wasn't Wolverines terminology, Wade had written in red crayon on the boxes Crap. Out of curiosity Logan had followed behind him and was standing in the door watching Wade feverishly dig through boxes, opening them taking stuff out and Searching for something.

Amongst the random objects was a furry red doll with a grande attached to it. Logan quickly picks it up.

Wade, why dose this doll have a live Fucking grande attached to it... I thought we agreed all explosives stay at the safe house not the condo!

Oh, tickle me Hell-mo, in fairness Penut I forgot he was even in that box... I forgot what was in a lot of these boxes, trinkets, souvenirs... grenades... apparently. I just knew i didn't want to throw these things away. He rifled through another box as he said this and pulled out a large gray rectangular device with buttons nobs and a small readout display.

FOUND IT! c'mon Penut, I'll clean this up later. I want to show you something. Wade rushed out of the storage room as fast as he'd ran in, Logan followed behind exploding doll in hand. He knew he'd better just entertain whatever it was Wade wanted to show him. Besides, he is kinda cute when he's excited about something.

Ok Princess, what about that box has got you so worked up.

Wade sets it on the marble counter.

Sinister was a sick fuck, and certifiably evil... but he was a brilliant geneticist and created several devices for harvesting DNA... I, lightly acquired a few things.

You stole shit.

I WASN'T PAID! so yeah after killing the fucker FOR FREE and distracting the X-men who conveniently showed up after I did all the work, I rooted around the citadel where he'd set up shop. I took this! He said pointing at the device. He then proceeded to pull out an instruction manual seemingly from thin air and read it out loud.

This device can take the DNA of two or more individuals regardless of gender and re-combine it to make a new life.

Logan was taken aback, not only by the inference that this device could assist them in having biological children together... but because Wade fucking read something out loud flawlessly without having to sound it out...

Bub, you can read today?

I guess so... but I'll probably only be able to write in Mandarin tomorrow. So enjoy it while you can. But to the point at hand, Penut, I want to have your babies. And with this I believe we can... with the help of a surrogate.

Sweet heart (Logan said as gently as possible in an attempt to spare his feelings) I don't think we're ready for kids, especially little ones.

Logan held up the explosive doll as exhibit A for his argument.

Wade responds by just looking at Logan, big comic book accurate blue eyes staring right in to his soul, Logan could see the tears welling up....

Jesus, bub! Stop! You emotionally manipulative little cunt! Logan broke his gaze and looked out the window pretending to be interested in downtown...

Look Princess, I know how badly you want a kid of your own... you told me all about it.

But you've got some steps to take before I consider being a father to a new life with you... firstly who's gonna surrogate? And don't tell me Ness, she's a good friend but that's asking a lot of her and don't be all depressed if she tells you no.

Secondly... and I can't believe I'm saying this... but if you want me to even flirt with the Ideas Wade, we gotta make this house a safe place and... buy one of the units next to us to expand into so the kid has a room... and you gotta get a safe for the guns and a locked case for the swords. we can't have them accessible to a toddler... no more keeping a Glock in the silverware drawer, no more LadySmith revolvers under the couch cushions. No more cocain in the pantry labeled "flour" in mason jars.

Well... that doesn't sound like a No, Penut... or should I say... Daddy?

Logan cringed at Deadpool, calling him daddy in a decidedly nonsexual tone. It didn't sound normal.

If the Wolverine wasn't sure about this, he probably shouldn't have given Wade a goal with clearly defined parameters...

Wade had hyper focus and devoted himself to baby proofing the condo, weapons secured. Drugs removed (by consuming them, Logan didn't say he couldn't have fun)

He negotiated buying the vacant one bedroom unit that was on the other side of their office walls, blew out said wall, and had contractors built two new large bedroom suites with bathrooms. He installed a Cypher lock on the office door and... yes, the golden girls were behind glass in a locked display cabinet. Something he could punch through should he need to defend the house quickly.

He did this all with his personal funds. Everything was on course... accept finding a surrogate... believe it or not, Vanessa wasn't actually Wade's first choice. He didn't want to ask her to commit to the inconvenience, especially since he didn't want to interfere with her relationship with Dermot... also the touchy subject of asking the woman you wanted to start a family with to hay... help me start a family with my husband it'll be fun! No... Vanessa would be a fun aunt, but he knew he'd have to seek out the services of a professional or something.

They did find an agency that helped them meet with potential surrogates. It wasn't cheap.

A situation that was more complicated than taxes, filing out mountains of paperwork. Then they had to actually meet these women. Money they had... interview skills not so much. Especially when a few walked in, saw Wade's face, and immediately walked out. The best ones screamed, the worst one thought she was on one of those terrible reality prank shows...

Logan despised the nights after such interviews. Holding Wade as he wept.

Logan... what if my own baby thinks I'm scary? What if they don't want to be seen with me or worse they're bullied at school for being the son of a monster... *loud sobs* because it's true, I am a monster. A murderer, a war criminal whose outside is exactly who he is on the inside... a freak.

Logan had gotten Wade to believe him after years when he said he loved him, his scars added depth and character and that he thought his husband was the sexiest man to walk the earth, the void, and the multivers.

But that only applied to him, others... well, given how the interviews went, it was a blow to his ego.... and his mental health. It'd be days before he got Wade to come back out from under his hood or mask. But that was a problem for tomorrow. But for tonight, Wade had entered a shutdown for lack of a betterword... Logan held him, fed him, got in the large shower with him, washed him, and went to bed, tucked in the large bed he held his beloved who had curled himself up in to a ball.

Tomorrow will be better Princess, we'll find the right person, and I promise any baby of ours will love you and be kind. Because that's who you are, really on the inside bub... you forget it. But as long as I've known you, your heart has been in the right place in the end, and you're kinder than I am by a country mile.

The sleep that night was thankfully dreamless for the both of them.

The next morning, Logan made a simple breakfast of eggs and toast for both of them. Putting the bottles of salsa and sriracha near Wade plate... he looked at the clock. 6:30 am

Meaning it was 7:30 in New York. He'd try and give Vanessa a call in half an hour knowing she'd be up by then for sure. He needed to commiserate with someone who understood Wade like he did.

The phone call he had that morning was surprising. He'd let Vanessa know what'd been going on with the agency... and the drama... he was shocked to learn she didn't even know they were considering having a baby.

Wade, didn't tell you?

No Red's not said a word of this to me, I'm honestly confused as to why you goofballs didn't ask me first.

Well, after yesterday, I might as well be the one to ask. Would you consider it Ness?

I... hmmm.... tell you What, this isn't exactly a phone conversation, and it sounds like I need to have a chat with my buddy... I can be there this weekend if you can help a sister out with at ride.

*Logan scoffs playfully* sure I'll have peter send out a G700 to pick you up.

Oooo spoil me, Daddy she retorted.

Logan gaged... gross Ness.

She cackled at getting the old man's goat for a solid minute before they finally wrapped up the call, Logan could definitely see why she and Wade had clicked.

It was another down day, no jobs scheduled, they could afford to take longer breaks and be choosy with contracts. Althea had the money making money with a few business development investments, the purpose of which was to launder money and pay taxes, the fringe benefit being they actually produced a small regular incom. (Please stop talking about the intricacies of the business, haven't I suffered enough!)

A short walk away on the other side of Broadway is the Penn Valley off leash dog park. Mary loved being able to run about and the boys liked that they didn't have to worry about her getting hit by a car... not that it would have affected her for long, but they both knew regenerating is something you'd rather not do if you didn't have to. Wade was indeed tightly tucked into a hoodie hiding his face as best he could. Logan would address that later. They got to the dog park gate without issue, Wade actively avoiding any other people they saw on the way.

Logan unhooked the leash from the ring on her doggy vest, and she was off like a bat out of hell to do whatever it is Dogpools do when they have a whole field to run in. He pulled out a cigar from his pocket case. A Cohiba, a real one from Cuba, smuggled it himself from a job that took them to the Caribbean. He carefully cut the tip with a specialized Xikar cutter, lit the end of a cedar strip, and used the growing flame from it to light his cigar... a lot of ritual for something you literally burn. But Logan found it calming, he also needed one of his strongest cigars to help cover up the smell of the dog park... even if everyone picked up after their dog (they most certainly didn't) the smell was not great for Logan.

We should both probably cut back on the smoking when the babies get here penut... he said this as he pulled out a cigarette... they didn't do much for either of them chemically. Wade just enjoyed the habit, something comforting about it... plus if Wolvy was gonna have a cigar, it made him feel like it was a couples activity. Doing a mundane thing together was one of Wade's favorite things.

I spoke to Ness this morning.

Oh, I hope she's doing well. I need to call her.

I wouldn't worry about it, she'll be here this weekend... Wade, sweetheart... why didn't you tell Ness about our plans, she seemed a little hurt you didn't tell her.

She's traveling a thousand miles, probably to tell me off. I think she's more than hurt if she's coming out here... you know Penut... you said that I shouldn't get my hopes up with her... and I kinda took it to heart... Also I have my own hangups about it... Firstly being how insensitive it sounds on it's face. "Hay Ness, if you and Dermot aren't using it, can we rent your womb? Only 9 months, first month deposit up front!"

But more importantly, for the better part of a decade, Vanessa has been pulled into the misadventures of Deadpool. I love her (platonically). I'm glad we were able to stay friends... but she really doesn't need to get wrapped up in my problems, schemes, and drama... again. Not at my request anyway. A big issue I have is personal, I was going to start a family with her. Asking felt... regressive. But also to the point, her proximity to me has gotten her kidnapped and killed before. I still feel guilty about it.

You also traveled the multivers to save this reality for her, also you traveled back in time and saved her bub.

Aint you ever seen endgame. That's not how time travel works. Somewhere out there, in some other time line, Vanessa is still dead, and it's my fault. This is just a branched timeline.

Since when has the timeline ever made Since bub!

*Loud gasp* PENUT DID YOU JUST BREAK THE FOURTH WALL?

I don't think so, bub... I don't see the people, but I remember you trying to explain how the "other me" time traveled in 2014, and now there aren't Sentinel's running death camps. That the timeline changed and converged.

This is no different Princess, don't think about it too hard, you said. So I'm telling you the same thing. Don't fret about it bub, Vanessa is alive... and she will be here Saturday.

You're too good for me, Penut. I Don't deserve you.

No, you don't... he said as he picked a small plastic bag out of his pocket. You literally stole me. But I love you anyway. Now go pick up the massive shit Mary just took. I refuse for us to be the kind of people who just leave it.

Wade took the bag.

It's probably Stockholm syndrome Penut.

Vanessa arrived Saturday afternoon, in a Falcon 900LX. It was the best Peter could arrange on short notice... not that Vanessa knew the difference between a G700 and a Falcon, she was just happy not to be on Southwest. Dermot was with her... the man was almost the antithesis of Wade, He liked Hiking and he was quite to the point of being accused of being shy. Dry witted... and as he'd recently discovered when he went to the gun range with the boy's last 4th of July... a lousy shooter. But he was stable, kind, and good-natured. Definitely willing to go along to get along with a lot of Wade's antics at parties. He knew why Vanessa had come, and he was perfectly fine with it. It didn't interfere with his plans at all. He was a slow burner and Vanessa hadn't indicated she was in any hurry to tie the knot. But that's a story for another time.

Wade had gone the extra mile to spoil them. A black limousine complete with champagne greeted them on the tarmac and whisked them off to casa de chaos.

She walked in the door like she owned the place, dropping her bag by the door. She walked to the dining room table and sat...

Come over here and sit with me boys. We got a lot to talk about and I'd like to waste no time getting down to business.

Oh, so direct. Wade said in a catty tone high enough to indicate he was joking as he winked

We're gonna gloss over the fact that you didn't involve me with your family planning from the start... but I hear you've had a hard time landing a surrogate. she cut eyes at Wade as she said this. Wordlessly airing all of her hurt feelings and grievances regarding not even being told Wade and Logan were trying to have a baby. Something one would think a best friend would be told

I'd like to make an offer. On the condition that despite you two being my best friends... I aint doing this for free.

Oh, if that's the case Ness then you gotta interview like all the rest. He said this in a joking tone but she didn't miss a beat.

Ok Red, I've been substance free for over 20 years, I don't smoke. I promise not to drink or eat selfish for the entire pregnancy, and I'm one of two people in this room who've seen you naked and didn't require drugs and therapy after.

Yeah... my dick dose look like a peperoni somone forgot in the air fryer.

And your sack looks like someone took a crown royal bag, filled it with puss, and ran it through the middle of a hog pin.

Wade smiles. And laughs a little...

Ok, Ness. you got the job.

Great, I knew you'd see it my way. She proceeded to write a number on a piece of paper and slid it across.

That's my price. Also, Dermot and I are gonna be long-term hous guests for obvious reasons. Convenient since he can do his job remotely....

Wade looked at the number, showed it to Logan, and smirked... I think the both of you could retire for this much money... but nothing is too good for my baby. I am going to have to kill several people for this.

Bub, we might have to overthrow a government.

Pff like that's something new.

Lucky you Ness, you get to be the first person to stay in one of the new rooms... and tangentially responsible for a potential war crime! He grinned like the devil at her

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Shortly after the contract was finalized, Vanessa and Dermot moved in, and it was a short trip to New York... the boys provided a sample and Mister Sinisters machine to Dr. Henry McCoy... who was fascinated by the whole thing (he later wrote an entire dissertation on it) he helped with the procedure... the result of which was one Vanessa Carlysle pregnant with the Biological child of the combined DNA of Deadpool and Wolverine...

The following 9 months went surprisingly smoothly (apart from one small incident with a serial killer, but that's a chapter in the Noir, we will worry about it later)

The day came... Vanessa went into labor, early in the morning. Thankfully, it seemed like it would be free of complications. meaning that Wade and Vanessa both got their wish for thus day. The baby was born at home.

Wade had an aversion to hospitals. Bad memories of cancer diagnosis, and a general fear of strange men in white lab coats. Not every man mind you. He was cool with Beast and other people he knew personally and he knew a few scientists and doctors... Logan wasn't averse to hospitals apart from the smells of disinfectant and illness mixed together. Vanessa was a bit new age for her justification, why bring life into the world in a place so many go to die, on top of it being uncomfortable, and expensive.

As a result, the midwife was called arrangements were made and the new life was soon ushered into the world. They say history doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme. Like his father Logan, who was born at home to an affluent family in a room where he'd spend his childhood, this baby was born in the penthouse of a tower to affluent parents in a room he'd inhabit well in to his 20s.

Vanessa wasn't in labor long. No birth is a walk in the park, but she would tell you it was pretty easy and without drama compared to others. She pushed one last time, and he was out. Vanessa did get the honor of holding him first after the midwife cleaned him up... Logan couldn't resist the urge; the umbilical cord was carefully cut with an adamantium claw blade. He had been offered a scalpel for the record.

Hay there, little guy... it's a pleasure to meet you.

She held him for 5 minutes before she called Wade over.

I know someone who's been waiting a very long time for you... I think it's time you should finally meet him

Vanessa handed the tiny bundle to Wade, who had whipped off his shirt the second Vanessa called him over. I read that skin to skin contact was beneficial to the baby. he'd said as he carefully supported the babies head and neck and brought him in closer to his chest.

Welcome to the world... I apologize for the state of it, but I have indeed waited a long time to meet you, little guy... I'm Wade, but please call me dad. Your other dad over there is the Wolverine, that makes you my Kitten. I promise you I'll do the best i can being your father. Please don't judge me too harshly.

Babe, get over here and take your shirt off.

If I had a dollar for every time you've said that to me.

So what should we name him...

You didn't think of a name already!

Logan said it was bad luck *shrugs*

But at least we got the last name sorted Howlett-Wilson 👌

Bub, hyphenated names are a pain in the ass... its not a problem for us because we rarely use our real married name for anything official... let's just give him your last name.

Wade scrunched his face with a little distaste...

Wolvy he's our baby. He should have something from both of us... I mean, besides our mental illness... that's a given.

Tell you what princess; how about we Name him James. It was my name... once, but I don't use it anymore. He can have it.

His middle name however was a much longer discussion... mostly because Wade offered several typical Deadpool options that Logan Veto'ed outright.

Thunderdick! No. Skullcursher!? God, no. James MAGNUM Wilson! That's terrible Wade...

It went on for a minute before Vanessa finally chimed in. Evan... I've always liked that name.

Well, it's a normal name. So I like it.

Works for me, Penut. Though it'd be a lot cooler if it was Danger... but that's my middle name.

Your middle name is Winston.... idiot!

Part two: the Life and Times of James E. Wilson (hope you like crossover AUs)

James's earliest memory is his father, Wade holding him, comforting him... but also crying. He vaguely remembered being at the playground, running and jumping as most toddlers do... tripping on something and skinning his knees on the sidewalk... he naturally had the reaction of crying from the pain and surprise... it wasn't until James was much older that he understood why his dad kept mumbling why aren't you healing?

It's ok, dad... you don't need to cry. I already feel better.

Even at a young age, he felt compelled to comfort someone else. To help. It broke him out of thinking about his own problems, including skinned knees...

The result of this little accident was Wade panicking. They went back to the house and grabbed the dog and his other dad. Papa (or the big bad wolf if James was misbehaving) no amount of reasoning or comments from Logan couldn't stop him or calm Wade down.

Logan Howlett-Wilson get your ass in the car and drive us to the airport right now! Were going to the Mansion to see the fucking doctor RIGHT NOW!

Logan got the message, Wade didn't forgo pet names unless he was bone chillingly serious in intention and resolve. So within minutes, they were on a jet to New York. Where James met a fuzzy blue man he liked very much despite the blood draw. That was uncomfortable, but he found the lab he was in fascinating... weather or not, this influenced his future career he couldn't fully say. But probably a little.

The news delivered to the... not so young, but definitely, new parents was not stellar... Hank had run several tests and analyzed James' DNA structure. He possessed the X-Gene, but it was dormant due to being recessive. Much like Wade he'd have to undergo profound trauma to activate it. There was no guarantee he'd come out the other end with a healing factor. It could be anything... furthermore, it was highly unethical and unthinkable to subject a child.... Wade cut him off

I know a lot of people don't think highly of me. But how fucking dare you assume I'd even entertain the idea of tormenting my child.

Easy bub, I don't think Hank was implying anything. Ya' know he gets lost in the hypotheticals. Right Hank!?

The blue man nodded in agreement.

We will just... have to be extra careful.

Wade picked James up. C'mon soldier. There's a big metal doofus ya gotta meet.

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One particular afternoon James was sitting in his office recounting some memories with his friend Gregory. Though they had a habit of referring to each other by sir name. Wilson and House

(what a twist)

The day the two met was actually one of the few points in time that if you knew who his parents were you'd say "oh yeah, that is clearly the offspring of Deadpool and Wolverine" it was at a medical conference in New Orleans. Wilson dosn't remember the exact circumstances he'd been drinking but his father's tempers came out of him as he'd threw punches and generally effectively kicked ass at a bar brawl (Wade would have been so proud) House ever the shit stirrer jumped in and backed him up. Truly his fathers son, meeting your best friend as a result of incredible violence... in a bar.

House had actually just finished telling Wilson about his most recent case, yet another patient that had been previously misdiagnosed as having lupus. It was Hashimoto's disease if you're curious. The interactions he'd had with the patient made him think she'd been being neglected, bare minimum socially isolated... he recognized his own surliness in others. It resulted in a dressdown of her parents that he was certain would result in an office visit with Cuddy and detention after school.

High-school wasn't a fun time for Gregory...

You know it wasn't exactly fun for me either.

From the age of 11 to the time he left for med school, he was escorted by armed gaurds to and from school. Growing up in Kansas city, he'd gone to Pembroke Hill School, a private school that specialized in STEM that's tuition cost as much as a new car annually... he was one of only two kid's that went to that school that arrived with a security detail, not however the only one that arrived in a limousine. The other kid was the child of Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift. They weren't friends... he didn't really have friends.

Aww poor little rich boy

House chided at him

At least you didn't get shoved into a locker...

Which was true. He didn't have friends but he didn't have enemies either. The closest thing he had to a best friend was his Grandma Al and Mr. Yoshitomi his driver/lead bodyguard. he was allowed to call him Yoshi...

The man was clearly retired Yakuza, and like his father Logan, tough on the outside but secretly a teddy bear. The truth is Wilson found himself alone at home, too. Apart from Al... but she mostly sat him down in front of a TV and fed him before going outside to smoke...

so apart from weekends, he was alone. Occasionally, he'd see his big sister Laura. She was frequently busy herself being the "official" Wolverine of the Xmen. He liked it when she brought him comics, fictionlized accounts of the adventures of his dad in the past, and his big sister... he knew his dad's loved him. No one could argue that... but What had started as two lovers in New York trying to make rent money by doing the only thing they were good at; picking up random jobs on the dark web (Killing mostly) in the mid 2020s morphed into a private security firm in Kansas City that rivaled Black Water and the (fucking) Pinkertons by the 2040s.

They were busy, and it did provide him a comfortable life without student loans or want for any material thing... But from 11 to 18, it was him Al his sister Ellie who was always off doing her own thing (he wished they were closer) and what had to be the world's oldest dog. She's still alive, actually. The dog loved him and was rarely not by his side when he was home (because all deadpools love their babies) Althea however was not, she was a chain smoker and heavy drug user until the day she died.

how that woman lived to be 115 is fucking beyond me

She lived long enough to see (metaphorically) Wilson graduate medical school. It was the last time he'd seen her. He moved away and started his residency in New Jersey. Wade had sent a private plane as well as several veiled threats to the Dean of medicine at the time to ensure Wilson had the time off to attend the funeral.

Wilson... I gotta ask, why did you have armed guards?

Oh! Funny story when I was 10. I was kidnapped once

(Exactly once I made sure of that)

It's true. He was heading home from school. He made it to the driveway of the tower he called home when some very ill-informed gangsters decided to kidnap the son of a rich man... they didn't do their resurch as to who's kid exactly, just figured they'd get a ransom...

In fairness on paper Wade and Logan weren't Wade and Logan, they were two random dudes who ran a lucrative business and weren't shy about showing off.

This leads to probably the second most traumatic memory Wilson had... not necessarily the kidnapping. They had actually treated him surprisingly well.

What shocked him was seeing his father Logan covered in blood kicking down the door of the room he'd been kept in. He'd never seen his father in the tight yellow and brow suit before. Or the mask... he had taken it off when he clocked James, but that only made it worse. The entire bottom of his father's face was coated in blood, like he'd gored a man (he actually had ripped open one of the gangsters throat with his teeth) the blood on his face was cut clear with two rivulets of tears. What James didn't know is they weren't just tears of joy seeing his son, but also tears of relief. If anything had happened to James, the Genocide he and his husband were going to commit in response would have made his incident in his own universe look like childs play.

[Image below: Scary dad privileges]

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Rebellious teenage years were impossible. You couldn't steal weed from your blind grandma and hid it in your room, not from the nose of the Wolverine.

Do you know what this shit dose! It makes you fucking stupid is what it does, and your dad and I aren't raising a fucking idiot!

Logan never hit him. But he was scary when he yelled and loud... if he was really pissed those claws popped out. Never an actual threat but fucking scary. The only person in the house that actually got stabbed was Wade... and much to James's chagrin, he was pretty sure his dad liked it.

It wasn't the worst childhood, and it wasn't a bad life. Wilson became an oncologist partly because he was fascinated by his own father. The man who's cancer actually kept him alive. He had success, failures... it's like his dad said "what dosn't kill you makes you bad at intimacy kido" 3 ex wives later he finally understood what he meant by that.

All the events of his life that you know about that happened on the show. They happened more or less details and name's changed, cousins were not blood related etcetera. The ending however was quite different. Wilson and House lived to an advanced age. House did indeed fake his own death some time in 2069 and assumed a new life... but luckily for him, his "buddy" Wilson had a dad that knew how to get people new and interesting identities.

They had actually shown up one day at the condo... parking their motorcycles right in front of the door (no one dare question whatever the fuck Deadpools kid wanted to do at that building, Wade had long since put the HOA under his thumb) Wade welcomed his son in. Helped them out. House got a new first name... also, shortly after the Althea Sanderson memorial cancer research wing was built, Wilson found himself the head of Oncology at KU med hospital. Wilson never once questioned why a job was offered to him out of the blue and Wade never once questioned why Wilson and House shared a home out in Leewood.

The only other major difference is all his life when he could he returned home to the condo for the holidays. Where he'd see his seemingly ageless fathers and sisters. He loved his family Logan, Wade, Laura, and Ellie (we'll talk about her in another story.) Which is just as well. He never had children of his own, and after your 3rd failed marriage, you kinda give up on the idea of expanding your family; other than House occasionally tagging along. But until his dying day, his dad dotted on him. And bragged, boy did he brag especially to the Xmen when he had a chance to rub in their face his son the successful Doctor! (Suck on that Jean!)

But for Wade, the day did finally come that his immortality became a curse... with every Christmas, Thanksgiving, and spring break that came, James got older. Wade was at his retirement party, He remembers loving Dr. House's wildly inappropriate speech and toast. A man after his own heart, but after the laughter subsided, he realized that his boy, who was graciously receiving a gold watch, had lines in his face and gray hair.

The years kept coming... Wilson got older, he got sick... and his mortality came to pass.

If the universe brought these starbound lovers together for any particular reason. It was for this moment, Wade loved two things Intensely, his Wolverine and his children... but the Death of his first son broke him. Logan clinged on to Wade physically and emotionally. Doing everything he could to hold him together. It was many years before Wade could be called Ok. It was another couple hundred years before he even considered the idea of raising more children.

It should be noted that James was the only one to be fully genetically Logan and Wade's. He was special, one of a kind.

Wade carried a portion of James's ashes with him in a small locket around his neck where it stayed for countless millenia. In dangerous situations he'd even cut himself and put it under his skin so it wouldn't get lost...

Epilogue:

The lady at the end of the road sits in her ethereal other world. Surrounded by various time keeping devices dimly lit by candles flames that don't consume. She pulled out a pocket watch and a ledger. She had an appointment to keep. This one was a special case. The dark lady had the power to send out shades, to be everywhere at once. But this appointment she'd handle directly. She carried out her appointed task kindly but usually without emotion. She was inflexible and didn't bargain or despite what you may have heard play chess or gamble for time or souls....

Wade was there... hospice care was set up about a week ago, and he sat by James side as the ravage of time and biology took its toll. By regular human standards Dr. James Wilson lived a good life, a long life at that. He was 97 years 6 months 2 weeks and 5 days old the morning she came. Logan had been with him the entire night before Wade had taken his shift early that morning so Logan could get some sleep. At about 10 am in the guise of a hospice nurse, she walked into the room, Wade was no fool. Only one person still alive (if you could call her alive) looked like that... He knew why she was there. He hadn't seen her in a very long time.

I see we're sticking with the Aubrey Plaza look... tears started welling up in his eyes. He looked at James in the bed beside him Despite looking down at the face of an old man, Wade still saw his baby. His son.

I thought you'd like this look, it's definitely more pleasant than most. If it's any consolation, Wade... I'm sorry I have to do this.

I haven't seen you in over 100 years. Not even the times I've died lately. Haven't seen you since the time I jumped out of an airplane into a volcano after Vanessa dumped me. Now you show up! I know why you're here.

The tears were streaming down Wade's face. Hot on his cheeks, his eyes red. He looks at her pleadingly.

Please, take me instead. Please, Lady Death. Leave my baby alone. Please, I beg you, take me.

Oh, Wade... My love. It has caused me great sorrow to not see you all these years. But don't you know? I can't take you even if I wanted to. You and Logan have woven yourself in the fabric of the universe. You and him are part of Eternity. I can't take you only, Entropy can take you. probably shortly before he takes me... even death has a death.

I know this is hard. I beg you to forgive me... but it's James's time to go. But because I love you. I waited as long as I could, he should have passed before you woke up this morning. But now you have an opportunity to say goodbye...

She moved to the bed and touched James's hand. He sat up and looked at his father.

Why are you crying, dad?

He stood up, out of the bed. Wade jumped out of his chair and embraced him tightly.

Oh, my sweet Kitten. Im so sorry. Please forgive your old man.

Wade sobs for a while before he can talk again...

I remember the day you were born... I loved you, I held you. I swore I'd burn down the world to protect you... but I can't protect you anymore...

Dad, I Don't understand. What's going on.

That's unfortunately my job to explain... but it'd be easier to show you...

She points at the bed; James looks down and to his surprise, he sees... himself. Drained of color, unmoving.

Dr. James Wilson, you have lived your life in service of others. A life well spent. But now is the time to leave that life... I'm sorry

Dad, you don't have to protect me anymore. It'll... it'll be ok.

Kitten... I love you, and though I desperately want to rage and fight and yell to keep you here longer... it's not the right thing to do. My friend here gave me an opportunity few have. I'm going to take it instead of throwing it in her face.

I love you...

I love you too Dad.

Wade hugged his son one last time, kissed him on the cheek, and led him by the hand to Lady Death.

Can... can Logan say goodbye, too?

I'm sorry Wade. I've already pushed the limits of the rules to extend this opportunity to you. I'm afraid I can't

Ok...

He looks up at James.

Your father and I will miss you. Honeybadger loved his kitten as much as I do.

I know, Dad... I know. I want you to know that I had a good life. I'm at peace. I don't want you worrying about me.

You silly boy. It doesn't matter if you're 9 or 97. I was always going to worry about you.

Lady Death extended her hand out to James.

It's time... I'm sorry, but don't be sacred. I promise where we're going isn't bad. It won't hurt.

James took her hand, and slowly took his other hand out of his father's grasp... turned and looked at him.

I love you. You were the best dad. I guess now is the time. Goodbye.

I could have been better, I'm sorry. I love you....... James... it... it might be a while before I see you again... goodbye. I'll always love you, kitten.

They walked away from Wade out the bedroom door. Wades heart broke into a million pieces as they turned to go down the hall. There was a flash of light... and he was gone.

The End.

If fan fics had credits. This would be the closing song. It is special to me... I myself would like it played at my funeral.

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eleven.

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—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 4.1k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, a little look into mrs. pak and oc's relationship at work, mentions of cancer, flashbacks - one is just a random little moment with friends and the other is more oc x minho centered.., oc x san content, most of this is centered on oc's feelings 🥺

"So, are you seeing your friend today?" Mrs. Pak turns to you while you stand at the register, smiling as she puts a small bouquet together next to you.

"San?" She nods. "Yes. We're just going to eat and catch a movie."

"Sounds like a date?" You giggle.

"Nooo." You elongate your response. "We're just friends, Mrs. Pak."

"Have you guys hung out before?"

"Every now and then, we'd see each other for a meal or to walk around. Nothing too extravagant." You chuckle. "We talk almost everyday."

"That's sweet. Do you enjoy his company?"

"I do. He's very nice. I feel comfortable around him, and I feel like that's been hard for me post-accident." You look at her. It hasn't been long since you've started working with Mrs. Pak, but she was easy to confide in. You opened up to her about your accident, losing your mom and not remembering those details— losing every bit of you and not remembering things before the accident. You told her you felt like you were finally settling in in this world, this new chapter, new reality. It's been very difficult, but you were starting to feel comfortable and at ease.

The same thing goes for Mrs. Pak, as she's had help come and go in the shop. But, she's never felt so.. content and happy with your presence. You could simply walk into the room and Mrs. Pak feels like she'd never be alone. For awhile, she's felt alone— especially after she suddenly lost her husband to cancer.

But now, you're here and she feels better. Happier. More alive.

And she's not sure how you do it, but she is grateful. She is grateful you are helping, she is grateful you care. She is grateful you are here.

"That's good, no? It's important that you surround yourself around good people." You smile.

"Yeah. I agree."

"What if he likes you?" You raise a brow and shake your head with a small giggle. "I mean of course, you can always be friends. But, what if?"

"Then, I'm not so sure. He's very sweet. I just don't think—" You let out a breath. "I don't know—" Pause. "Maybe I'm not ready?" But, before you can follow up with an explanation, Mrs. Pak is jumping in.

"I don't think it's that, love. I think you'll be ready when the right time comes." She smiles. "I think you have your mind set on someone else." You blush.

"W-what? No."

"I can see it in those lovely eyes of yours, dear." She giggles as you look back down to your hands, remembering the time you've been spending with your friends, with Minho— times at the studio, his café, random kick-its in the city.

Most importantly, you think about how Minho started to feel more and more like your bestfriend. But lately, he's felt a little warmer, a little closer. He looks at you a little differently, keeps you close a little differently.

Like you are his bestfriend,

Like you remind him of love— a certain memory, probably a certain form of love.

☁︎ FLASHBACK | HANGING OUT AT THE FOODIELAND NIGHT MARKET A COUPLE OF NIGHTS AGO

"Dude, dude, dude!" Jisung excitedly calls out. "I need to try those garlic noodles with the lobster. Ooh, and the bungeoppang?!" Jisung starts to point in every direction. "Wait, the ramen burgers—"

"Can we just make our way around?" Seungmin pushes him aside.

"Why, do you plan on eating the entire night market?" Jisung tries to be sassy with his response.

"Yeah, maybe?" Seungmin snaps back, making Chan shakes his head.

"Okay, shut up. Let's just walk." Chan starts to lead the way by walking backwards. He shoots a smile at you before asking: "What about you though, Y/N? Anything catch your eye? We'll go there first."

"Hm, I'm not sure yet. I'm kinda down for whatever." You shrug a bit, tugging at the ends of your sweater sleeves while Minho stands next to you.

"Garlic noodles it is!" Jisung says with a little dance, causing Seungmin to smack him upside the head as the group starts to make their way over to the food booth.

"Are you okay? Are you cold?" Minho looks down at you with concern.

"A bit. I probably shouldn't have left my jacket in the car, huh?" You giggle and he nods.

"Have to say Jisung was right for that one." He does a slight head tilt before he's removing his zip up and placing it over your shoulders. "Better?"

"Oh, Minho. You don't have to, you're in a t-shirt—" He shrugs.

"It's okay, Y/N. I can live." He chuckles a bit. "It's not too bad for me. I'd rather you be comfortable than not." You slip your arms into the sleeves.

"Thank you." He smiles.

"Yeah." He continues to remain by your side as the group falls in line at the first food vendor. Jisung is venting about his coworker to Seungmin and Chan, his eyes subtly falling on Minho's jacket that you're currently wearing.

"You shouldn't have left your jacket in the car, cielo." Jisung does a slight pout. "Do you need me to run back and—"

"No, it's fine! Minho's will do." You look up at Minho and he nods in agreement.

"It's fine? Why stress?" Minho furrows his brows at him, making Jisung shrug.

"Okay then. Don't come crying to me when you get cold." He points at Minho.

"Why on earth why I do that? I wouldn't, even if you were the last person here."

"Good, I don't wanna help you anyway." Jisung spits back, making you roll your eyes and shove him forward."

"Pachi, the line is moving." He inches forward with another shove from Chan.

"Why is everyone fucking pushing me today?!"

"Because we can literally lose our spot in line!" Chan says with a low groan. "I knew this was gonna be a headache." He continues to go on while him, Seungmin and Jisung stand in front of you and Minho. The line continues to move until your group is at the front, with Chan offering to pay for everyone to make it easier.

Afterwards, the group decides to make their way around to get drinks and dessert— you opting for some sugarcane juice and bungeoppang that you'll share. You slide yourself onto the top of the picnic table, with Minho standing next to you; Jisung, Chan and Seungmin occupying the rest of the space on your opposite side.

"This was really good." You set aside the noodles and sip on your juice.

"See, what'd I tell you?" Jisung smiles. "So good. I think I'm gonna go around some more."

"For what?" Seungmin asks.

"I wanna try some other stuff." Jisung stands. "Anybody wanna come?"

"I'll go." Seungmin joins him.

"Pass." Chan adds. "I'm actually going to check out that booth really quickly." He points at one of the retail vendors, stretching as he stands and gets ready to head over.

"I'm good." You say with a small smile.

"Same." Minho says before sipping on his drink.

"Party poopers." Jisung says. "Cielo, text me if you want something else." You nod, watching as they turn and start to walk back towards the food booths, Chan already at the retail booth he was eyeing.

"You sure you don't want anything else?" You shake your head and raise the bungeoppang up to Minho.

"No, this will do me some good. Split this with me?" He nods, taking the bungeoppang as he sits next to you and makes an even split down the middle. You smile as he hands you your piece, gobbling it up quicker than expected. Minho smiles just as you finish up, wiping your hands on the napkin by the table. You miss some crumbs at the corner of your mouth, and he's suddenly having to force himself to not reach. Though, it feels like the worst internal battle and he knows he's going to lose this one the moment you look back up at him. "W-what?" You look at Minho staring at you, confused. He smiles and laughs a bit before he takes his thumb to the corner of your lip and wipes away at the lingering crumbs. You watch, blushing as he takes his thumb away and wipes it on his napkin. "Oh."

"All good."

"You sure?" You ask and he chuckles.

"I think so." He tilts his head to the side to quickly scan the other corner of your mouth. "Yeah, you're good."

"Thank you." You smile toothlessly at him and he wants to scream. God, you're so cute. Why was he such a fucking dumbass? "You're taking care of me a lot tonight."

"I'm happy to."

☁︎ END

You look down at your hands, unsure of what to say. Because Mrs. Pak is probably right— no, she is. You're just not sure what it means for you, or him.

He is your bestfriend.

Why do you feel much more for him?

Why do you feel connected at a much, much deeper level?

Too attached, almost.

"I hope you know that it's totally okay. But maybe, it's something you'll need to confront earlier than later. To keep your friendship with San?"

"You're right." You tell her with a small, pursed smile. "If it comes up tonight, I'll just.. be honest with him."

"It's the only way to do it, hun." You nod in agreement before shifting your attention to the couple that just walked in.

The rest of your shift goes by rather quickly, with you cleaning around the shop and helping make one last bouquet before San strolls in. He has a huge smile on his face, waving to you just as he makes his way closer.

"San, hey." You giggle as he makes it to the counter, eyeing the single roses off to the side.

"Hey! Sorry, am I bit early?" You shake your head as you wrap up the bouquet you were working on.

"No, I'm just finishing this up!" At this point, Mrs. Pak comes out from the back of the shop after rearranging the pre-ordered bouquets for tomorrow.

"Hi." She smiles at him. "You must be San."

"And you must be Mrs. Pak." He reciprocates the smile and shakes her hand. "I've heard a lot about you! Good things."

"Oh, good. I'd hope so."

"Is it okay if I steal Y/N away for the remainder of the evening?"

"Of course." She winks at you as you undo your apron and hang it on the rack behind the counter. "Please keep her safe."

"Absolutely." He says. "It was really nice to meet you, Mrs. Pak. I hope to see you more often."

"Likewise." You bid your goodbye to Mrs. Pak, ensuring she'd be okay to close up before leaving. You throw your jacket on as you walk out of the shop, following San out onto the street— the sun heavily beaming down, giving its last burst of energy before it slowly sinks below the horizon. You quickly glance over at Sunday Morning, then shift your attention to San. "How was work today?" He asks as he leads you down to the main street.

"It was good! A bit busy, but nothing too bad." You continue to look up at him as he walks alongside of you. "What'd you do today, Sannie?"

"Hm, I worked out this morning, did some groceries and cleaned my apartment."

"Sounds like another good, productive day."

"It was. I like it when my days are good and productive." You laugh.

"So, where are we going first?"

"Well, I thought we should try out this place a few blocks down that is popular for their unagi." He smiles. "Hm, then there's Peace Piece nearby that has some good pies. I really like their drinks too."

"That sounds yummy."

"Yeah?" He laughs. "Good to know. Hopefully it'll be Y/N approved once we eat." You giggle and nod, reassuring him that you'll find any place he takes you to delicious. The walk is nice at this time of day, some streets busier than others, but it's nice. It's not long until you get to the restaurant, where San has already made a reservation to avoid the long wait. You're immediately seated in the far corner of the restaurant next to the windows, with San pulling out your chair first before settling himself in. They serve water and tea while the both of you skim through the menu, with San voicing out his recommendations and what he thinks would be good to order.

At this point, you're hungry and you agree to his plan. Everything on the menu looks amazing, and you trust San's taste.

You spend some time talking about your days and how things have been, and San has been unloading some of his work drama while you eat away. He talks about how he wants to travel again soon, but this time with JJ and their friends— whenever they all are ready and can align on schedules. Which, turns the conversation to his time away and how scary it was for him at first. San has always openly talked about being away and how different it was, but he's never really had a chance to touch up on his feelings about the entire thing. You're glad he's comfortable confiding in you, because you feel the same way. You feel like you could be honest with San, and you genuinely find a true friend in him.

As promised, he takes you to Peace Piece after since there's time to kill before the next plan. The both of you share a big, hefty slice of banana cream pie to top everything off. Afterwards, San takes you to the movies since this is the only weekend they're holding a special Studio Ghibli event. Surprisingly, you don't run into anyone you know being that the theater is located in a popular plaza.

At least to your knowledge.

Too bad Minho was around with some friends, and he does catch you with San— even though you're a good couple of feet away from him. He sees you holding onto San's arm, the two of you engaging in a lively conversation that has you laughing and smiling at him on your walk over to the movies.

And his heart breaks.

No wonder you hadn't been so responsive today. Maybe you really did like San, and Minho needed to accept it. Because he's been unfair to you before, and he'd hate to do that again. You deserved to be happy; whatever that happiness looked like to you.

He would never get in the way of that.

"Dude let's just go to the restaurant down the street, I'm hungry." Hyunjin says to one of their other friends, beginning to lead the way. "—Coming or what?" Minho barely catches onto his last question because he's too focused on watching you and San walk into the theater. It pulls him out of his thoughts enough to respond with a silent nod and a pursed smile.

Long fucking night ahead for him.

San bought two tickets for Spirited Away, selecting seats in the middle section of the theater. You plop onto the comfy, recliner chair, watching as San props his feet up and also gets comfortable. He leans over to ask if you want anything to snack on, but you tell him you'll pass as you're still feeling stuffed from dinner and dessert. Shortly after, the theater fills up and the movie is off to a start.

You're enjoying the movie so much that you miss the way San glances over at you from time to time, softly smiling at the way your eyes light up at every scene, how you're so focused and full of curiosity. Your hand rests on the middle console and San feels like such a silly little boy for even having the thought, but he acts on it anyway— resting his hand on the console right next to yours, hand slightly twitching, aching, to pull yours into his.

You don't really notice it though, at least not right now. The movie brings these small bits and feelings of nostalgia, and suddenly, you miss your friends.

Minho.

Not that San was bad company, but you kinda wish he was around.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when you feel San's hand brush over yours. You look at him and he politely asks for permission through his eyes. You give him a tiny smile and he proceeds to lace his fingers with yours. His hand is warm, and it doesn't make you uncomfortable. It feels nice, but it also doesn't feel right.

In a way where you think your hand belongs in someone else's, how your fingers are meant to be laced with another's.

Warmth felt from another's hand.

San holds your hand for the rest of the movie, even as you walk out of the theater and out to the car. He opens your door like the true gentleman he is before hopping in his seat and driving off to another location. He mentions the small beach near your house and you nod, going along with his plans since he's been great the entire night. You like spending time with San, there's no question about it.

But, you know why he wants to take you to the beach.

You know why he has that look in his eyes, you know why he looks at you the way he does.

You have to be honest, it's the only way.

Arriving at the beach, there's only a few cars parked in the lot with people walking along the sand or sitting to watch the waves under the night sky. San puts the car in park, but he doesn't get out. The car is still on, just to have the soft music playing in the background.

Thank god, it can at least fill the void when you tell him the truth.

You are nervous.

"It's so pretty tonight. The sky is so clear."

"I know, isn't it?" You lean forward to get a better view of the moon, and the way its light hits the surface of the water. "I don't remember if I used to come here often, but I hope I did. It's perfect."

"I'm sure. There's no way you'd let the opportunity pass." You both chuckle. "I.. actually wanted to talk to you about something. I figured this would be the perfect setting for it, especially before ending the night." He settles into the driver's seat before looking at you. "I honestly don't even think it's a secret anymore, but it doesn't even matter." He says with another nervous chuckle. "I wanted you to know that my feelings for you have grown." He looks at you, genuinely and truly looks at you. And it breaks your heart that you don't feel the same, that you can't be this person for San even though part of you kinda wishes you could be. "I can understand if you're not ready or anything, I don't want to rush you. But, in the amount of time we've gotten to get to know each other and hang out, I've come to care for you. A lot. We get along really well, and it's been awhile since I've felt this way with someone. Since I've felt so comfortable. And, this might sound like a stupid line but I really think you're perfect. I mean that. "

"San." You say in a gentle tone as you grab his hand and caress the top with your thumb. "You're seriously the sweetest. It's really flattering to hear that, and I'm really glad I can make you feel comfortable and everything. I really am happy that you were able to open up to me." You let out a small, shaky breath before subtly biting your lip and fiddling with your fingers. You gain more courage to look at him again, eyes wide and full of worry. But, the longer you take to respond fully, the more he begins to understand, the more he knows where this is going—

And he should've prepared for it. He should've expected it. But, it still stings a bit.

You will always be his.

You will always be Minho's.

"I—" You start but San shakes his head. "I just don't want to ruin what we built. You know? As friends. I really am grateful we've gotten close."

"You don't have to explain, Y/N." He gives off a small laugh.

"No, but, I'm just afraid. I'm.. not sure I can be the person you need me to be, San. You're amazing, you're good at everything, you're incredibly sweet—" You sigh. "I'm re-learning how to exist and I don't even know where things will take me." Truthfully, you didn't think he would be able to understand you, understand this— all of you. And you didn't want to be that pressure for him, that time-consuming, that much of a responsibility.

Because you know you will be.

"I understand." He says with a soft smile. "But, you are doing great, Y/N. Don't ever discredit yourself. You've gone through a lot and you haven't given up. Plus, look at you. You're getting back into the things that you love."

"I'm sorry, Sannie. I really am." You say, close to a whisper. "I wish I could be that person for you, but I'm still trying to figure myself out. You deserve someone who can give you their all and be present with you throughout everything and anything. I'm so sorry." You repeat.

"Don't be." He lifts your chin with his finger and gives off a tiny chuckle. "Don't be, okay?" He repeats. "I promise you everything is fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." You give him a reassuring, toothless smile. "But, Y/N?"

"Hm?" You hum.

"You should tell him." You furrow your brows at him with a slight head tilt.

"But—"

"I can just tell." He chuckles a bit before starting the car. "I'm sure he wants to talk to you about it, too."

☁︎ FLASHBACK | THE OTHER EVENING

"Hi." You race to your phone in the kitchen after showering and getting ready for bed, noticing it's Minho on the other end.

"Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to bother." You chuckle.

"I'm just at home, Minho. You're not a bother at all. Are you okay?" He sighs and nods, even though you can't see him.

"Yeah, kinda. I'm just really tired. I wanted to drop by and hang out with you for a bit, but I can barely keep my eyes open." You look at the clock and notice how it's barely 10pm. Minho must be exhausted lately.

"It's okay. You can always swing by on other days." You plop onto your bed after shutting off your lights, though you opt to keep your christmas lights on even as you settle under the sheets.

"Yeah." You can hear him yawn a bit before shuffling in his bed. "How was your day?"

"It was alright. I just went to the pottery studio before my shift at the shop."

"Cute. What did you make today?"

"I attempted to make a Kirby planter for my succulents." You chuckle. "Keyword is attempted. I hope it turns out okay because I need to re-pot my succulents soon."

"I'm sure it'll turn out great." He smiles a bit.

"Did you have a busy day?"

"Very."

"Why don't you sleep?" You softly ask him as you lay on your side, exhaustion slowly hitting you as well.

"Mm, I wanted to hear your voice." He responds. "I didn't get to see you so I— I thought I could at least call you and talk to you." You giggle.

"But, you're tired. Are you sure that's it?" Minho thinks about your question because no, that's not it. Not at all. He wants to tell you how much he misses you, and how much he's been thinking about you. How he wishes he can hold you and kiss your cheek, your hand. How he always gets butterflies when he sees you because he likes you—

No, loves you.

Because he does love you.

He fucked up.

He loves you.

"Minho?" You call out for him. "Are you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"I thought you fell asleep."

"No. I was thinking about something."

"Like what?"

"Stuff." You chuckle.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but I hope you know you can always talk to me about anything."

"I know. I just.. nevermind." He sighs and shuts his eyes. "I need to sort out my thoughts first, that's all."

"Hm." You hum. "Okay." It's obvious Minho is holding back from whatever he needs to say, but you will never force him until he's ready to.

"You might hate me for it." He suddenly says, close to a whisper.

"Why would I ever do that? There's nothing wrong with sorting through your feelings." You say in a way that's so innocent and so.. caring, that his heart does flips in his chest. It aches. "I couldn't hate you even if I tried." It's this statement that makes Minho's heart officially crumble into pieces because even though it's reassuring to hear—

He knows there is a possibility you will.

"I don't know." He chuckles a bit. "I'm just tired I guess, I'm kinda going off the rails now."

"Go to sleep soon. I'll sleep too."

"Okay." He pauses. "Y/N?"

"Yes?" He pauses again. You patiently wait on the other end even as your eyes shut.

"I—" He lets out a breath. "I hope you rest well." He deflects.

"I hope you do, too. Will I see you this week?"

"You will."

"Try not to think about it too much now, okay? I don't want you to go to bed upset." You sleepily say.

"Hm." Minho hums. "I'll try to."

☁︎ END

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heya!! on the topic of the SCPF, i wanted to see your take on how the Ghosts (perhaps even a reader character, as well) would act in being within a MTF group, like pre-disbandment Omega-7 (Pandora’s box) or Alpha-9 (Last hope), so fighting alomgside SCPs like 076 and 073? I feel it’s such a cool concept <3 for example, how would 076 tolerate or think of the Ghosts? Would he favour certain members and ‘respect’ them more? See them as competition? 🫶

thank youuuu 🪷🪷

This will be very fun. This has been in the wings for a while, I’ve been busy, and visiting family in another province. That and the holidays are always crazy.

Brothers

You could deal with plenty of big monsters. A humanoid monster? Sure. One of the very first children to roam the earth? Well… that was another story. At least you had your own brothers and you were learning to take more combat. Holy hell, he could put you through your paces and even that was understating it.

You were certainly exhausted, and found yourself laying in the tent getting as much shut eye as you could before 076 or Able, got bored. Able was running out of things to do but he was more compliant to the wishes of the soldiers. Wandering had become his past time if he wasn’t fighting or talking to the men. Logan came in and laid in the cot next to yours. He was getting back from watch or patrol... honestly you were too tired to remember.

“Abel’s been giving me looks.” He said, laying on his back. You were on your side, and opened one eye to see him turn his head to you. You shut it again.

“Go on.” You said, hoping his voice could help you sleep.

“Kept staring at me and David when we interacted, especially during his… training.”

“Makes our hellweeks a walk in the bloody park.” You commented.

“No kidding. But it’s like… I don’t know, like he’s jealous and confused.” Logan said. You don’t have a brother except for Logan and David.

“Your dad talked to him though, give us some time off?” You asked, hoping it was a yes.

“Agreed to go easier on us. He’s wandering right now.” Logan said. You felt much more relaxed. “Your dad still keeping your hair tucked in I see.”

“I think he’s concerned about how Abel will respond to a woman.” You commented. "Apparently it's been mostly men working with him."

“You think Abel has a brother?” Logan asked. “They were kind of vague about his origins.”

“Logan, no offence but I’m a few minutes away from putting a bullet to Abel’s head if only so this hell week will be over.” You groaned, sighing.

Elias stood back letting Abel pace or roam around. Honestly it was a mixture of the two. He'd taken notice of the looks his sons received. Elias wasn’t willing to approach the man when he was wandering. Abel didn’t seem to like being interrupted, and Elias wasn’t one to prevoke him.

Eventually, Abel approached Elias. Before Abel could ask anything Elias started first. He hoped to leave Abel a little more civil before he left. Thankfully they were sending more soldiers to take care of 076. They also said they were sending someone else with them.

“My men are resting, they need it after your last session.”

“They’re tougher than most.” He commented. Elias took that as a rare compliment.

“May I ask you something?” Elias asked. He always found himself talking carefully around Abel. The man seemed to be seething constantly. Reminded Elias of someone else he knew. Abel nodded to hear the question.

“You’ve been eyeing my sons quite a bit, more than anyone else. Why is that?”

Abel lifted his head. They were Elias’s sons? He could see the resemblance.

“I had a brother.” Abel told him. “He betrayed me.”

“I’m sorry.” Elias said. “I’ve lost a brother myself.”

Abel looked at Elias curiously. “A good man, great warrior. During a mission I couldn’t pull him out, and chose between him and the rest of my team. It was the hardest decision for me.”

“This man’s name…what was it?” Abel asked.

“Rorke. Gabriel Rorke.” Elias answered.

“He was not your blood.” Abel said. “He is not your brother.”

“He was. All of my men are brothers in arms. They look out for each other, have each others’ backs. Rorke and I were brothers not in blood, but in bond.”

“…your sons are blood brothers?” Abel asked. “Yet they do not hate each other, and smile when they exchange weak blows.”

“Yes.” Elias said. “It’s how they express their bond for each other.”

“Hmm…” Abel stared at David who was going to the tent.

“When do more arrive?” Abel asked changing the subject.

“Tomorrow.” Elias replied.

“Fine.” Abel said, excusing himself without a word. Elias watched him go. At least tomorrow his team would be allowed to leave. Honestly the foundation was far too secretive for its own good.

You cracked your back, glad you could actually crack it as you got up and headed out for your turn for watch. Logan and David were out there already, having interchanging shifts. You tagged out Merrick, who reminded the three of you to stay safe. You saw Abel still testing weapons against an unknown opponent.

“Does he sleep?” You wondered aloud.

“I asked him, and well… if you kill him then yeah technically.” David said.

“Turns into sand and returns to the other SCP.” Logan clarified. “…why is he so angry all the time?”

“…if you were stuck in a box for years on end, with no way of venting frustration, it tends to build.” You suggested.

“Centuries old.” David muttered.

“A couple of the guys from the other task forces were saying he could be older.” Logan commented, as Abel continued to rage about against an opponent that wasn’t visible to the three Ghosts.

“Pretty good looking for his age.” You thought. You didn’t realize it was loud enough for the Walker boys to hear until they took their eyes off Abel and looked at you. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

Thank god for the SCP Foundations timing. Or that’s what you thought when you heard vehicles pulling up. Abel’s shadow killing session ended abruptly as you and the boys went over to greet the newcomers.

The commander immediately brushed all three of you off. The hell?

“Where’s Elias Walker?” He asked.

“He’s resting, I’ll retrieve him.” You said. Up until now, all of you were given respect, even from Able, this guy brushing you off didn’t sit right. Wouldn’t take long for you to find out what was going on. First you had to find Elias.

You found him wandering much like Able would, but mostly enjoying the peace of the night. Not much gear on, but still had a side arm.

“Sir?” You said, not wanting to startle him. Not that you ever could.

“Valkyrie.” Elias said turning to you. “Did the team arrive?”

“Yes sir. They just pull-“

You didn’t finish your sentence when you heard a loud enraged roar that could only come from able and shouting from the SCP Task Force. Shit.

You and Elias came back to the main camp to find the vehicles totalled and the Ghost taking up cover with the rest of the task force. Where was your father? You spotted him moving closer to a blood hungry Able who was striking at another figure. Able was speaking Arabic. Elias found his sons and you took up next to your own father.

“The fuck happened?!”

“The foundation brought a thaumiel for Able.” Keegan explained taking risking a peek. “Abel’s pissed now.”

“Thaumiel? Why would they bring a thaumiel?” You shouted, hearing the earth behind you breaking up and Able raging. Wait. He was crying out. Was he in pain?

The task forces kept shouting something but you could barely make it out.

“We need to calm him down.” You said. Fuck it. You made a break for the next closest cover. Ignoring your father, you made it to more cover before making another break. You made out the fight but just barely. Able was losing, wounded and pissed. There was another man you could make out through the smoke. Arabian in appearance though it was hard to tell in the dark. He wasn’t phased though. You noticed a few fallen soldiers from the foundation near the confrontation. Keep going, eyes forward. Don’t get distracted.

You found cover and slid into it, loading your gun. You could make it. Set up your shot, make sure it’s clean. If you could injure the one still standing, Able might pull back or at least relax. This new SCP, was a threat, Able knew that.

There was a moment of stillness as the newcomer stood there, head down slightly as you took a deep breath. Injure, don’t kill it. If you do there will be way more shit later. You took a deep breath, seeing the target in your sights. He was just standing there. Able was beaten and wounded, almost fatally. Your finger was on the trigger, the shot wouldn’t kill it. Aimed at the shoulder you noticed they were silvery gray, likely metallic. At least you could pull its attention if the bullet bounced off. You blocked out the shouting behind you hearing Able and the strange talking. Shit you needed to learn Arabic. Able was enraged, and the other man simply stood there, his voice monotone. Deep breaths. You needed to wait a bit. The shouts are too far away. For the most part you think you can hear them telling you to back off, move away. You noticed the man slowly turn his head towards you. Now or never.

You fired on the newcomer, hitting his shoulder.

Except… you didn’t.

Instead you felt a massive pain in your shoulder, and you cried out from it. You hid immediately, falling back and out of sight. Able’s rage reignited as you adjusted yourself, looking for another sniper. Where where? There had to be one. You were bleeding. Shit, fuck. Then you heard a name roared by Able before you heard a sickeningly wet slicing sound.

Then…It was quiet.

Your arm was still in a great deal of pain, but you kept your hand over the wound. Fucking hell what just happened. You heard footsteps approaching and you were regretting your choices. You readied your knife biting back your pain. The footsteps stopped and you were ready to fight.

“I wouldn’t recommend that, after your arm was damaged.” You heard someone say. You slowly looked up and saw the newcomer, looking down at you. “Apologies, but you did shoot at me without provocation.”

You winced as the medics took a look at you. A few scientists asked if they would do a more thorough assessment of your wound. Yeah don’t ever ask that kind of question in front of a protective parent, especially one who fully capable of eliminating targets, and have spent more than a couple weeks with an SCP that could make drill sergeants weep. Keegan nearly cussed them out, while you sat on a cot in a tank top and army pants. SCP-073, or Cain, stood some distance being fussed over by scientists like an untouchable celebrity and their make up team. Logan was patching you up, Merrick standing guard with Keegan to keep the scientists away from you.

“No bullet.” Logan said, keeping his voice low.

“No bullet?” You couldn’t believe it. “You’re sure?”

“If I pry any more in there, it would do more damage. Lift your arm.” Logan said. You winced but simply from the injury, not anything inside it. The fuck…okay yeah you were ready to go home.

Elias stood by Cain, having a few questions for him once the scientists left him alone. Cain kept glancing at him before Dr. Glass called them away. Elias had a chance and he was taking it.

“You speak very good English.” He commented.

“I do. It is not the only language I know.” Cain replied. Elias could tell Cain would be blunt.

“Why did you set him off? Able?” Elias asked. Cain didn’t seem comfortable with replying. Elias had a guess, wasn’t the most religious man, but he knew the basics. “If it is classified I understand.”

“Thank you. I did not wish to disclose my reasons.” Cain said. “We were brothers once. By blood. Now I don’t know what we are.”

Elias said nothing. Elias and Rorke were the same once. Unlike Cain, Elias had an answer to what they were now.

Enemies.

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foxyyaoguai · 2 years ago

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The antis have been all over my posts in the last few days, so I wanted to share my experiences and write a guide on how to deal with them.

First off: Our ships and character preferences are valid, no matter how hard some people try to demonize them. We are part of fandom and allowed to post about the things we enjoy, just like everyone else. Our fanfics, fanart, video edits, photo edits, etc. are all works of love and they deserve to exist and be explored by others.

✨ Strategies for dealing with antis ✨

Don’t engage. I have checked the bios of all the antis that left comments under my posts, and the majority of them are minors. You don’t want to talk to minors in fandom spaces!! And a conversation based on logic or reason won’t be possible either.

Delete their comments. Tumblr, Instagram, TikTok, and YouTube allow you to delete comments, DO IT!! You created something with love and hateful comments have no place underneath it. Even if the comment just makes you uncomfortable and isn’t outright hateful, it is perfectly reasonable to delete it for your own sanity.

Block generously. Not only the people who target you specifically but also anyone who engages in character- or ship-bashing. People who do that for one ship will do it for other ships too and it’s extremely bad fandom etiquette. When you see a character or ship-bashing post, block everyone who liked it and then the poster.

Report people for harassment. The rules vary by site, but especially threats of violence should be reported. Also, if someone follows you to another social media site after you’ve blocked them, that is called block evading and you should report that too.

When you see other people getting hateful comments underneath their posts, leave a nice comment to offset some of the negativity. Your being supportive can make the difference between this person never posting again and them being motivated to keep going. People are always welcome to send me links to a post that is getting targeted by antis and I’ll like it and leave a nice comment. 🥰

Don’t let the bad comments outshine the positive ones! Every time my post gets enough traction for antis to find it, it also gets lots of lovely reactions. Many people have told me that my content and recommendations made them ship my OTP, and that is the single thing that makes me happier than anything else. Take a screenshot and look at these kinds of comments when you feel down. This is the real reason you should keep posting.

Most hate comments are exceptionally uncreative. It helps to laugh about it, preferably with a friend. ✨ Remember, you used your energy to create something and you should be proud of it!

When you see a creator you like, but they also display obnoxious behavior towards people who like other ships, characters, or dynamics, at the very least don’t give them a platform by sharing their posts.

Stay safe. Don’t post personal information online.

It’s completely valid to step away from social media for some time. Private your accounts, turn off notifications, do a canon reread, read some fanfics in peace. Whatever it takes to remind you why you love the things you love.

Bonus Tip: Watch videos of cute animals to destress. Bunnies nose-booping each other can (and will) cure anti-induced anxiety. :)

✨ Platforms sorted by least to most toxic and my advice for using them ✨

1. Discord

Discord is great because you can join servers specifically for your favorite characters and ships. If a server doesn’t already exist, consider setting one up! Pro tip: only invite people that have positively interacted with you in the past. A small server consisting of nice people is a lot more fun than a large server consisting of members that can’t get along or are only marginally interested in the topic.

Fandom Discord servers have clear guidelines on what you can post. As long as you follow the rules, people have no grounds for calling you out. In my experience, moderators are quick to respond to harassment.

When you join a server and you see they heavily restrict certain types of content, it is a red flag. Proceed with caution, even if you plan to only talk about “safe” characters and ships.

2. Tumblr

I have rarely gotten hateful comments on Tumblr, and the few times I did they were easy to delete.

A lot of the older fandom generations use Tumblr and they are more mature and accepting of all kinds of content.

3. Twitter

Twitter makes it easy to curate your own fandom experience. You can mute words you don’t like to see on your timeline, mute and block users, and most people have their ship preferences in their bio.

4. Instagram

My Instagram posts about Jadecest get a lot of positive interaction, even more than on Twitter. There are unpleasant comments once in a while, but they are easy to delete.

Blocking a user will delete all their comments from your posts.

5. YouTube

People who don’t like your ship will downvote your videos and downvotes lead to the algorithm not recommending your videos.

I have gotten a few negative comments, but they are easy to delete.

6. Reddit

When you post in a fandom subreddit, everyone will see the post, independent of their ship preferences.

There are a lot of minors on Reddit.

You can’t delete comments.

Most fandom subreddits are poorly moderated.

7. TikTok

I have gotten the most hate comments on TikTok. They can be filtered or deleted, but antis interacting with your video by leaving hate comments will lead to the algorithm recommending your content to even more antis. It can get very ugly.

If you post on TikTok consider turning off comments, stitches, and video replies. You can also mark your content as 18+, so it won’t get recommended to minors. (Again, antis tend to be underage.)

Platforms are more toxic the more they show your content to people outside your bubble. Discord, Tumblr, and Twitter keep your content relatively well contained to your circle of friends. Reddit, TikTok, YouTube, and Instagram heavily promote your content outside your bubble, which is good, because more people are going to see it, but also bad, because it reaches more antis.

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Antis are loud and obnoxious, but it’s important to remember that they are a minority. Ship and let ship still exists, especially among the people who have been in fandom spaces for more than just a few years. Don’t be afraid to post your content and express your love for your favorite characters and ships! I, for one, would love to see your creations, and many other people would love to see them too.

What are your experiences and strategies for dealing with antis?

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visibleclosedeyes · 1 year ago

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Prayer

Minthara x female human Tav

TW: slight mind manipulation

The first time she looked at the woman she wasn’t particularly impressed. She was just a female human, after all, their kind is everywhere. By the Absolute, Minthara even remembered seeing some of them back in Menzoberranzan at some point. They are everywhere, vermin—but sufficient vermin which might be somewhat of a blessing among the horde of globulins. At least humans are smarter than these…creatures—at this point, this new true soul would do; Minthara thinks to herself.

“Oh, Sazza. You have made a grave mistake, the woman in front of you is one of the Absolute's favorites. Another True Soul,” Minthara prompts, her voice coming out way more excited than she anticipated; she hates it but it can’t be helped. Especially, when learned that this new True Soul had, indeed, not only known but been to the Grove of the Druids before. A human, easily blended in; and was trusted among the residents? Perfect. Finally, some good news she has been looking for.

“W—what? S—she tells me nothing! I swear mistress!”

“Did she not tell you…or did you not listen?” Minthara asks the goblin but she faces the human instead; to see if she understands the situation or not, to see her wits.

“Pardon, she speaks the truth. I fear my cover would be shattered if I were to remain in the Grove talking and giving myself away. Sazza truly doesn’t know,” the human speaks with confidence in her voice, but Minthara could tell it was a lie—there are no infiltrators in the Grove, the fact Minthara herself has no idea where it is self-explanatory. However, the drow let that little lie slide, a little deception with little to no consequence is something Minthara could be amused and impressed by—what this new True Soul could have offered is much more important.

And so, they worked together. Time after time, the woman has not yet disappointed Minthara–not one bit. Something, then, has grown inside Minthara–something that became delighted to see her favorite True Soul waltz in with yet another report of tasks successfully handled. Then, after duties were done–they started talking; something beyond, something…more ‘detached’ from the goal of the absolute. All on Minthara initiation. The drow has become more and more dreadful at her feelings toward the human, as it became more obvious each minute passed spending time with her. Minthara bit her feelings down though. There is no time and space for that, there are tasks ahead and she has to be focused. Still, Minthara admitted to herself that it did feel good, to have someone she could trust her life right by her side.

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Praying is never enough. Words, all swimming through Minthara’s fractured mind–her past, her upbringing, and the drow’s teaching. But you shall pray nonetheless, pray to spider queen, not for favor, not for anything in return but pray for that is our duty. Pray, Pray, Pray. She has always done that since she could read–dedicated herself to the teachings and whatnot. Even in exile now, her old habits die hard–so she started praying once again, to every god and beyond that she could think of. Dead silence, nothing has answered. Just like how Lolth would be most of the time. Minthara is nothing now but a lamb to be slaughtered–except, she would rather be killed and eaten than have her self and identity erased forever. As her mind is being forced to split open, revealing all that she would keep to herself to the interrogators, a familiar face has flashed through her mind. Her favorite human, I wonder where she is now? Did she make it here? The Moonrise Tower? Is she…still alive? Ah.. there will be the time they show me her mangled corpse, won’t they? Minthara thinks she tries as hard as she can to brush her off but all these thoughts make her fear–not for herself but the others her. Then, she feels the soothing presence of someone she’s very familiar with.

“Minthara..?” the voice reverbs against the blurry boundary of her mind. It is her. Minthara’s prayers have been answered. Not by the divine, a mortal has grabbed her broken mind–she is the one who answered.

#baldur’s gate 3 #minthara x tav #minthara x reader #minthara bg3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 female tav #bg3 fanfiction #baldur's gate 3 fanfic #minthara baenre #bg3 minthara #baldur's gate x reader #SFW

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ctheathy · 1 year ago

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Hellpark!Philip w/ Sweetheart!Childhood friend!Reader

Philip [Pip] Pirrup x Reader

General+Fluff Headcanons

Most canon shall remain canon, so both Philip and Damien are still married in this [sob]; buuut, it has high implications on how he slowly starts gaining feelings for our lil’ reader here again

Darling, you’re crushing on Philip HARD lmao.

Hellpark Pip/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Memory loss [Only on Philip’s part] • Self deprecating comments [Philip, again] • Philip kind of has stockholm syndrome

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There is one massive misfortune that immediately had to be discussed when we’re talking about Philip growing up as an fallen angel. Unfortunately saying for your case, the amount time he has spend in that hellhole has literally indoctrinated his mind into forgetting you in a way. He’s grown careless towards the things around him as a way of coping with the rough past he’s went through. And the particular state might also just be affecting his memory as well. You’re so desperate for your beloved Philip to remember you and for those memories to not go to waste. But these results remain vague...

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He’s mostly just confused and put off by your behaviour. Though he genuinely wants to believe the fact that he’s had atleast one close individual back at those awful times when he was younger, one whom he could share trust and love with; but it’s just... Hard. Especially when holding zero memory about any of it. To him, it would rather just sound like something he completely made up in order to steady his mental state at that time, a sad way to cope with the ridicule the others had always given him and the fact that his connections with anyone around were already rather rubbish to begin with.

You’re always offering him basic comfort while talking to him and vice versa, just trying to revive your relationship with one another. It’s all just so foreign to him ... Somebody who genuinely cares just because they can instead of it having any hidden motives. But what he’d also notice would be small acts that indicate that you did in fact know him when you were younger. It would likely start off with you softly scolding the boy whenever he’d call himself by the hated nickname, which could be considered a start of his confusion streaks starting to show in particular, but it’s a whole lot more different than any other of the small yet kind gestures you’ve given him. In a way, it makes him feel weird, warm inside... he cannot exactly describe it; but all he knows is that it’s been a long while since this feeling has fluttered inside of him by an act given by somebody instead of it being from the fiery pits of hell.

He’s not mad at you, he’s positive of that, but... In a way he just doesn’t get why you’d get so defensive whenever such a simple word managed to leave his mouth. On your end, however, you still viewed the nickname as a hateful intented way to reach out to the boy. He’s always said it himself after all, it had gotten to the point where it felt rather like an insult more than an actual name. The fact that he had started calling himself by the particular name he had always despised so much wasn’t favourable by you ... You didn’t enjoy seeing how the said name rolled off’ his tongue so naturally. You hated it, even. Making his curiosity grow towards all the things you know about him in the first place.

Philip had always still been a naturally social person and absolutely isn’t afraid to walk up to someone to strive a conversation, especially not now that he’s grown older. The more you speak to him and spend your time together, the more he just ... Regains his attachment from when he was younger. Small memories tend to slip in from time to time when you specifically mention little reminders of things you used to do together. He starts to believe more of things that you’ve told him while he grows more acknowledgeable of the strong bond you two used to have... And you still do

Cause deep down... He’s still the exact same Philip

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mamoonde · 2 years ago

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thinking about wcz seeming the "calmer/less reactive" parent (and he usually is) so wwx typically confided in his dad more... until wwx tells his dad "offhandedly" about his cool new friend in school who's really smart and funny and "perfect-looking, honestly" for over an hour, to which, wcz just "hmm"s and "ahh"s and "i see"s from where he's "tinkering w a talisman" (but has actually ruined the paper with huge blobs of ink).

wwx retires to his room with a, "we're gonna be best friends, i can tell!" and wcz chokes out a, "uh-huh, that's nice, a-ying."

and the moment the door closes, wcz dashes out of the study to where cssr is rush-ironing out their formal robes for the conference tomorrow (like he knew she would even though he'd reminded her about it everyday for the past 2 weeks) and blurts out in a panic, "A-YING IS IN LOVE!"

CSSR: He is? Really? And he told you that?? WCZ: Well, no, not exactly, he claims to wanna be this boy's best friend, but- CSSR: so why are you freaking out about this? it's just a friend- WCZ: No, you don't understand, he's your son, he had that look and- CSSR: Hey, what's that supposed to mean?! WCZ: He talked about the boy's 'perfect hair' for 15 mins and every other way he's perfect for the rest of the hour. CSSR: Oh. Huh. He is my son then. Who's the boy? Did he say? Maybe we can look him up! WCZ: No, he didn't, but that's not the point! A-Ying, our baby!!! Is in love!!!?!?!! CSR: And? WCZ: And!! He'll want to marry the boy!!! And move out!!! And never wanna see us again!!!! 😭 CSSR: Hold your horses there, buddy. If they do get married, which I imagine isn't going to be any time soon, I will demand visits, especially with the grandchildren- WCZ: Grandchildren!?!??!?! Nooo, not my baby!!! He's still too young for such things! CSSR: Our boy is almost 20, baba. WCZ: Yes, but he's our boy 🥺 CSSR: And he always will be, but remember, we weren't that much older when we made him- WCZ: Cangse...! CSSR: -and anyway, if you're feeling the empty nest now, we could always make another... 😘 WCZ: 😳 A-ahem. You should, uh. You'll burn our robes again.

Much Later in the Wei Household

CSSR pats WCZ's hand where it lay on her bare stomach. "There, another one cooking."

WCZ snorts. "Your period starts in two days, love, I highly doubt it."

"Spoilsport." CSSR blows a raspberry at him, then sighs with a smug smile. "Wait 'til I tell Qiren about this! We may not be Lans, but we Weis do fall pretty hard, you know." She boops his nose.

WCZ smiles. "That we do."

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #baba wei knows the signs #wcz #cssr #wwx #ten years later when wangxian finally work up the nerve to tell them they're dating wcz has reached zen about it #mamoonde fics #crossposted from twt

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chloe-spade · 29 days ago

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The Swan Prince: Love Found A Way

The moon shined upon a beautiful lake, complimenting its reflection. A swan with primarily white feathers floated. Red marked his left. He floated sadly to the shoreline, Dabi standing there, arms crossed, and his face hard to read. Cold cyan eyes stared down at the Swan before him, but he knew he couldn't harm him.

"Don't be sad, Shoto," Dabi mocked with a grin. "This is only temporary. I don't intend to keep you like this, but we need you for our plan." He looked up at the moon. "And besides, the moon is rising. You'll be human once again."

The Swan looked up at the moon as water surrounded him, freeing him from his swan prison. Prince Shoto looked down at his hands for a moment and the rest of himself before slowly walking towards the grasslands, refusing to keep contact with Dabi.

"Oh, don't be like that," Dabi groaned, "I didn't kill that old man, but oh, I desperately wanted to. But I had to stick to the plan, like my boss had told me. You're part of that plan."

Shoto still wasn't responding.

"You little brat," Dabi hissed, raising his hand, summoning fire. "You better talk, or else I will-"

"Don't even think about it." Warned a voice from behind, "You know what he wants. One of them is not killing the prince."

"Who is my brother," Dabi reminded. "Who King Endeavor almost died protecting? Shigaragi, you honestly believe that man can keep his word?"

"Yes," Shigaragi answered. "But we need to keep your anger in check if this plan were to work. Meaning, we need him alive."

Dabi scoffed and walked away, leaving Shigaragi and Shoto alone.

"Pardon my partner," Shigaragi chuckled evilly. "He became a hothead after his presumed death and hadn't exactly let go of the past as some hoped. No matter, he did his part."

"…what part?" Shoto whispered.

"Oh, the little swan is now speaking," Shigaragi mocked but frowned. "He collected you and you only. And I suppose, keeping Endeavor alive, as he would be devastated knowing his favorite child was held captive. It makes us laugh at how freaked out he is, just like our leader wants."

"…should I know who your leader is?" Shoto mumbled.

"You should. All For One would be quite pleased when he finds out we have the young prince of Selene."

Shoto's eyes widen slightly at the name, releasing a small gasp.

All For One is known as the most potent warlock for using every single spell, stealing magic from other warlocks, and leaving them powerless against him. He leaves bodies in his path, from those who try to fight him to those who betray him.

Many stories were told about him. But only one sparked hope, a light in the darkness. One is about All Might, another powerful warlock who would use his magic for good, unlike All For One's evil. One day, All Might and All For One fought for many years, leading to All Night's victory and All For One's capture once and for all.

All Might continue to be a ray of hope for people worldwide. Shoto even remembered Izuku talking about him and admiring him.

"..what does he want with me?" Shoto asked.

"Not for much," Shigaragi answered. "But it might be a while until you officially meet him. He's still imprisoned, after all."

Shoto was about to protest, but Shigaragi was already gone after he finished his sentence.

"YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Shoto screamed into the air.

But no one was there to listen to him. He was alone, and he knew that, so he just…sank sadly and started to cry for the first time in years. The only comfort he seemed to get was the bright moon, which made him human for the night.

🦢A Year Later🦢

Izuku was training in the training yard, regardless of the people watching during tea time, including his mother, Inko. But she couldn't blame her son, especially what happened.

"Day after day, all the prince ever does is practice, practice, practice." Inko sighed, looking at Izuku, "Thinking of him and the way that it as he practice, practice, practice."

Izuku managed another bullseye from his arrow after consulting with All Might about his need to get stronger. He was supported by almost everyone else, who watched mainly with boredom but with support.

"This is so useless," Groaned Katsuki, "I mean, that boy is dead. He should be moving on by now."

"Don't say that!!" Huffed Ochaco, who was cleaning her staff. "Clearly, you don't see how much Shoto means to him and everyone else here. I mean, Izuku wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for Shoto."

"And we don't have the exact evidence that Shoto died," Tenya added, "who knows? Maybe he was simply held prisoner somewhere. And if that's the case, we should be prepared for anything."

"All I'm saying is that this is just…unnecessary," Katsuki sneered. "That prince caused nothing but trouble, and Selene is close to starting a whole damn war because of this. I say we cut out losses."

"I'm surprised that Izuku managed to convince the king not to," Tsuyu said. "We saw how he acted, and yet he didn't start one. We should be grateful. Blessed, even."

"Heh, you guys make me sound like a hardened soldier," Izuku chuckled nervously. "I'm still old me, remember?"

"Oh, we know!" Ochaco giggled. "But watching you practice gets tiring when we don't have conversations. And well, it's time for a break!"

Izuku sighed and sat down, "You're right, I've been up all morning for this."

"I'd say you'd done well, young prince," All Might grinned, "If this continues, you'll be a strong warrior."

"That's not my goal…well, it is, but I mean. I want to find Shoto and save him from whatever happens to him," Izuku admitted. "Having him back is my wish."

"Having a goal also helps you succeed," added Aizawa, the very silent tutor. "Though I am afirad, this is a very unrealistic one."

"I want to succeed, and I won't stop from achieving it."

Izuku sighed and looked down at the locket again, a reminder of Shoto. He remembered Shoto's happiness when he saw it for the first time and the hug afterward, thanking him for such a generous gift.

"I know he's alive," Izuku grins, "Shoto's a survivor, and he wouldn't let this drag him down, nor should I."

Katsuki scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Can we just eat some lunch already? I'm starving."

"True," Eijirou nodded, "let's eat!"

Everyone got up and walked up to join Inko to eat lunch, with Izuku following behind. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a beautiful swan who watched from the tree with an oddly red stroke of feathers on his left. His look reminded him of Shoto, and as he went closer, the Swan flew away as far as he could.

"What a…beautiful swan," Izuku mumbled softly, looking at the Swan flying away. "Maybe I'll see it again." 🦢 Shoto panted as he looked back at the castle. It was a miracle that he could watch Izuku during the day as a swan. It was a way to be still involved, though from a distance. He also liked that Izuku still adored him and wanted to save him from the fate he was trapped in.

"Oh, look who's back," shouted Yuga, a young frog, as Shoto landed at the lake. "So, tell me all the details."

"Oh, please," Shoto flushed. "He's just the same as ever. Kind, determined, and always ready to help others if they are in danger. What else is new to say other than that?"

"Well, a proclamation of love?" Yuga teased.

"Always," Shoto giggled.

"I should be jealous, but oh, the sound of your love makes my day." Yuga hummed happily.

Shoto blushed with his feathers.

"Oh, good morning," said Momo, a hummingbird, "I didn't think you would sneak off this early, but you always find a way to surprise me."

"I cannot help myself," Shoto blushed. "I am way too deep in love with him, and I don't want to lose that love now. But I always fear that he will one day love another, and I cannot stop him. I am trapped here after all, and who knows when I'll be able to be human again."

"That's bad," Yaomomo sighed sadly. "But Izuku is strong-willed. I do not think that day will be arriving anytime soon."

"You think?"

"I hope," Momo grinned.

"I hope so too," Shoto beamed. "But I don't know what I am supposed to do. And with that…creature wants from me. Marriage, do you realize how wrong and absurd it is? I can't possibly do this, even if it was for my kingdom."

"I also shudder at the thought," Yuga laughed. "I mean, at his age, he should be dead."

"Deceased," Shoto added. "But I can't really be surprised. Well, half-way surprised."

They talked for most of the day, but after a while, Shoto watched as the moon rose above. He slowly shuffled his way and swam around the lake, watching the water surround him again. Finally, he was human again, like how it's been.

"And maybe one day, I can break this curse," Shoto softly spoke, walking towards the shore. "But I know today is not the day. If only…"

"Shoto!"

Shoto gasped as he heard the All-For-One approach. He couldn't help but shiver when the wizard made his appearance. His face was deformed to the point that his eyes were the only things shown, and they showed a lot of emotions: Pride, Greed, and Anger, but softness for Shoto as if he wanted to spare the poor boy, but his wicked heart wouldn't allow him.

"You again," Shoto managed to hiss. "What is this about?"

"Oh, you know dear prince," AFO laughed, his fingers snapping.

Shoto saw the old scenery around him transform into a beautiful and familiar ballroom, and people stared at him. He found himself in a wedding suit, with AFO wearing a similar attire, and crowns were put on their heads.

"You know, there are reasons I cannot take over Helios," AFO chuckled. "But Selene is a fair game that I want to win, but to take over, I need to get married within the royal bloodline. And considering how Enji considers you such a pinnacle of human existence, I choose you as my bride. Think about it, Shoto," AFO's eyes wickedly flashed as he used his magic to show a shadow of Enji hanged on the post. Dead.

"Don't you want revenge? For the way he treated you in the past? You have been harmed, abused, belittled and yet shown so much love, that he risked your own brother's life to save yours! I can feel your anger within your heart. You want this."

"Not as bad as you," Shoto whispered. "Sure, I want my revenge but I refuse to marry someone I do not love and I will not kill anyone!"

Shoto turned as the scenery dissolved around him.

"Even if I wanted to that badly, I would've let that man rot in the dungeon for all I care," Shoto said. "But even if I could…I could never kill him. As much as I hated him, he was still my father."

"Suit yourself, but listen to me when I tell you this," AFO laughed. "You will stay here forever until you say yes. And who knows how long that could be."

AFO disappeared into a red smoke with an evil laugh, leaving Shoto coughing after the mess.

"Ugh, so persistent," Yuga groaned. "You think he learned the hint."

"Tell me about it," Shoto scoffed and sat down at the stairs. "He wants me. And wants me to kill my own father, that monster."

Shoto yawns and looks up at the moon. "This curse does have multiple disadvantages, but one that I could name? I can't sleep by the lake. I wish I didn't sleep on the ground."

"Go rest, Shoto," Momo whispered in his ear. "I can hum to you, if you like?"

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not," Momo grinned, sat down on his shoulder, and started humming in his ear.

Shoto yawns and rests against the tree, slowly falling asleep, dreaming about escaping again. 🦢 "Hmm, a lot of people really want to marry my son," Inko hummed, looking at the letters. "I mean, Izuku is a great man, but how do I let them down gently?"

"Perhaps just write," Aizawa suggested. "We know where Izuku's heart lies and who it belongs to. I'm not surprised."

"You are right, but I am worried about him," Inko admitted. "He's about to be king and I know a king doesn't need a wife, but I would feel a little bit more safer if he wasn't alone."

"I understand, but rest assured, I am available," Aizawa mentioned. "I do worry about him as well, especially when he trains with All Might and had several broken bones last year. It's incredible worrying."

"I think All Might is a good influence," Inko laughed. "If not a little odd, but he's been the hero of our lands for years now, and I think he has such great advice for Izuku. If he still thinks it's a big bird that took Shoto."

"I am surprised that Enji listened to Izuku and backed off on starting a war. Surely, he would've been in the same house he put his own wife in if that was the case." Aizawa chuckled.

"Shota.."

"It's true, and we can't avoid it much longer," sighed Aizawa as he walked towards the window. "He was a bad man and a worse king. His pride only caused more harm than good, and that night resulted from his actions. Yet, once again, he blames it on Helios, which makes me feel ashamed to from Selene occasionally."

"I know, but," Inko gulped.

"But nothing, Inko."

Inko sighed as Aizawa watched Izuku train with a bow and arrow with All Might.

"Ah, amazing work!" All Might cheered happily. "At this rate, you don't even need my help."

"Thanks, All Might, but I want to do better. If one day I see Shoto again, I have to be stronger," Izuku lamented. "I know this isn't healthy, but I promised myself that I would save him, even if it's years later. I want to be with him, and this is my mission."

"I know, Young Prince," All Might comforted. "I understand why your heart. And it's a great thing you have a reason to train, it means you are willing to be your best selves."

"I know, you taught me that," Izuku chuckled. "You taught me what it would be to be a hero like yourself, and I will train to be a better prince and a great king one day."

"I'm impressed, Young Prince," All Might said with a smile. "Let's go and eat some lunch, and then we can practice some more training, but specifically with your magic."

"Ah, I am getting a little better," Izuku blushed. "I didn't even set things on fire yesterday!"

"I hope that you might get better before your midsummer birthday ball!" All Might cheered happily. "Lets go, Young Prince!"

Inko smiles happily. "See? All Might may be a better teacher than you give them credit for, Shota. Although I appreciate your concern, I trust him. Let's get these letters out and maybe think of a response."

"You're right," sighed Aizawa. "But lets deal with the Midsummer Ball."

"Yes! I can't believe I forgot about that." 🦢 Izuku sighed as he read another letter. He was annoyed but didn't exactly mind it, especially being a prince. He wanted to read all those old letters from Shoto, and it reminded him of their love. It was strange. He never thought he wanted to marry Shoto, but ever since they met, it's been his goal, which has made him feel better.

He wanted to be with Shoto again, even when many thought it was impossible. Izuku and Shoto were from different kingdoms that hated each other, but those two loved each other, which he saw when he was younger.

He continued to daydream until he heard the door knock.

"Hmm?" Izuku looked over.

"Hey, Deku! Inko wants to you at the dinner table!" called out Katsuki.

"Already? But it's like 5:00?" Izuku opened the door. "I guess she wanted to talk about something very important."

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Come on!"

Izuku sighed and followed Katsuki toward the dining area, now a little nervous. He saw his mother delightfully chatting with Mitsuki and Masuru, Katsuki's parents, and Izuku felt slightly better. It was familiar faces that made him calm down.

"Good Afternoon, Madam and Sire," Izuku greeted. "How was your day?"

"Ah, that's the little man I want to see!" Mitsuki cheered happily. "Look at ya, still have the same babyface huh?"

"I-I guess so, Madam," Izuku gulped a little. "It's nice to see you visiting us."

"It is, indeed," Masaru added. "We also have some grand news once dinner arrives,"

"Eh, I don't want to wait,"

"We can tell him now," Inko offered. "And besides, this is going to be a special occasion."

"You mean my midsummer birthday ball in a week?" Izuku questioned, sitting down. "I mean, I don't know why that would be a secret, but I also know why, you always do something grand like a big birthday gift."

"You mean every year?" Katsuki slumped.

"Hush your mouth, boy! Yeah, and we do have some for you," exclaimed Mitsuki. "We actually have a great gift for you."

"You do?"

"Well, I am getting worried about you, Izuku," Inko admitted. "Your birthday is in a week, and after that, you will be king, but you…you don't technically have anyone by your side. You know I would never do this, but Izuku, I can't fathom you having the same problems I had when I was Queen. So…I ask if you could consider Katsuki Bakugo as a betrothed?"

"Bethroated? L-Like as in..?"

"Yes, we get wed," Katsuki groaned. "Ma thinks it'll be best."

"I…well, I suppose I…could consider it," Izuku blubbered. "But wait until the ball for my answer. I mean, I do care for you, Ka-Chan, but I want to be sure of my choice."

"Ah, that's all I ask for, Izuku," Inko smiles softly. "Thank you for understanding."

"Yeah, just to think about it.." Izuku muttered to himself. 🦢 That was a no. It was an obvious no. But why?

Izuku already loved someone else, so that was already a main factor. But he also knows Kirishima loved Katsuki, so why take that chance away? But now he needs to find Shoto before the end of his birthday, and he needs to be quick, or else that marriage is happening.

"Hey! Why are you spacing out?" Katsuki yelled, causing Izuku to jolt up.

"S-sorry, it's just that I was thinking about that swan again," Izuku lied. "It came by this morning again, and since we are in the woods together, I think it would be nice to try to find it."

"Oh? So you want swan meat?" Bakugo grinned maliciously.

"No! Absolutely not!" Izuku gasped. "I just…I see something every time I see that Swan. It's so oddly beautiful, and I just wanted to see where it goes. That's all."

Katsuki raised an eyebrow at Izuku's statement but let it slide.

Izuku looked over at the skies again and saw the Swan again. It was like the gods had listened to him, and it appeared right before him, flying high above them.

"There it is," Izuku pointed out. "I never seen a swan with red feathers like that before, don't you see, Kachan?'

"Meh, it's not as a cool as a dragon," Katsuki boasted. "But now I'm starving!…Want to go swan hunting?"

"No! Didn't you listen to me? I said no," Izuku answered.

But his words were ignored as Katsuki grabbed his hunting bow and arrow and chased after the Swan. Izuku groaned and started to follow him in an attempt to stop his friend from killing the Swan, but Katsuki wasn't listening to him. Izuku got concerned as the sun set down the forest, and he knew how his mother would react if they weren't home by the moon's rising.

"Kacchan, please, let's go," pleaded Izuku. "That Swan did nothing. Come on."

"No way! I never hunted down a swan before!" Laughed Katsuki. "It's a rare bird to hunt, Deku! This is a one in a chance!"

"Then you can have that chance another day. It's getting dark, and I am pretty sure that we might be lost," Izuku snapped. "Can we go home now?"

"What?! I can't believe you! You used to be a very prominant future hunter."

"Ugh, I can't be arguing about this." Izuku groaned. "Also, I think we are in a garden? I hope we aren't trespassing. It's beautiful here though."

"Beautifully tragic," scoffed Katsuki.

Izuku gulped before he started to look around. Katsuki was right; the place was beautiful, but it had ruined architecture and crumbling statues. It was a mess, but the flowers and the beautiful lake made it eye-catching. Izuku continued towards the lake and saw the Swan landing on the lake with a scared expression.

"Hey…" Izuku whispered as he tiptoed forward. "I'm so sorry for my friend."

"Haha! Swan Meat!" Katsuki laughed.

"Kacchan! No!"

As Izuku turned around, a slimmer of blue light caught his attention. Izuku slowly turned back to see the Swan surrounded by the lake's water, and the sight when the water settled down took his breath away.

It was Shoto, the same Shoto with whom he fell in love, the same Shoto who always wrote the most breathtaking letters to him, and the same Shoto who everyone thought tragically died. He was right in front of them, alive and surprisingly happy.

No words were spoken as Izuku rushed over to the Selene Prince and quickly embraced him tightly, kissing him passionately. He didn't care if his clothes were wet; he was overjoyed to be with his fiance again.

"I thought I was never going to see you again," Izuku whimpered, crying.

"Same as I," Shoto whispered. "Visiting you everyday payed off, didn't it?"

"That was you?" Izuku chuckled. "I could tell by the beautiful red feathers. It reminded me of you, so much."

Shoto laughs and hugs Izuku tightly. "Thank you."

Izuku grinned as he stared at Shoto. It was like he had barely changed at all, his eyes looking like skies and his two-toned hair that Izuku always thought was beautiful. Izuku kissed him again, so scared that if he let go, Shoto would disappear.

"I'm still here," Shoto reassured, somehow knowing what Izuky was thinking. "I'm so glad that you are here."

"So am I, but why are you here?"

"It's a long story," Shoto sighed sadly.

Izuku listened as Shoto recounted his tale, including the kidnapping, transformation, and constant proposals. Knowing how much Shoto had suffered throughout the year, Izuku started to worry. All Shoto still hoped was that Izuku could still come to him.

Izuku felt so guilty.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, I am fine. I just missed you so much," Izuku answered.

"I missed you to."

"…how do I break it?"

"Pardon?"

"How do I break the spell?" Izuku answered.

"Even I don't know," Shoto sighed. "I want to see, but I am scared. I also lost most of my faith in myself after what had happened. And All-For-One is smart. He would know if I did come up there and sneaked around. I wished that I had the courage to."

Izuku looked up at the decrypted castle in front of him. The light was on, but it also seemed incredibly empty, and the wheels in Izuku's head started to run intensely.

"Do you think we can find it?" Izuku asked. "Like sneak in?"

"Are you sure? I mean, no one is here, but are you sure?" Shoto asked, concerned. "You would so that for me?"

"Of course," Izuku answered, grabbing Shoto and pulling him forward. "Let's go before anyone notices."

"Izuku!" 🦢 As Shoto and Izuku entered the castle, it was empty. But that didn't make the inside scared and decrepit. Holes in stone walls and rust appeared on armor when they walked forward to the stairs. The red carpets were more burgundy under the moonlight.

"So this was All-For-One's quarters?" Izuku asked.

"Not often. He's a criminal, Izuku, and would never stay in one place forever." Shoto explained. "But we should still keep an eye out; he must still have henchmen around?"

"A-alright," gulped Izuku. "Let's just keep walking and don't stop."

Shoto and Izuku agreed and started to walk up the stairs. The windows illuminated the area, and no candle had a flicker of fire, making the castle cold. They knew they had to find that cure before it's too late.

They had been searching for hours, so when they saw the dark indigo sky transform into a blue, they knew they had little time. They began to check every room with a quick-nack place, but nothing was helping them with their search.

"We should leave," Shoto sighed. "They could be here at any moment, and I loathed to think what could happen to you if they found you."

"Not until I find that spell book," Izuku declared. "I just want to save you and now I have a chance. Please, just a little longer?"

"Fine," Shoto relented. "Let us find that book."

Izuku smiled and rushed over to a library they had never seen before. The couple started to search for it, every little book, paper, scroll, anything that they needed, but nothing could give them the answers.

But they stopped their search when they heard the door burst open, and a gust of wind caused the books to collapse around them. Izuku and Shoto managed to hide under some books and tried to sneak past them as they heard the conversation.

"He's stalling!" Shoto heard Dabi curse as their footsteps echoed throughout the room. "He's starting to remind me of that old bastard."

"Don't you worry, Dabi," Shigaragi chuckled. All-For-One knows what he is doing. Shoto has no choice but to submit one day. Who knows what'll happen if another year happens? Perhaps Shoto might be desperate."

"Shoto is never desperate." Dabi corrected. "Even at such a young age. He was never asked for anyone approval, that was our bastard of a father. Shoto is much stronger than one thinks."

"So you say we should torture him?"

"Hmm, that's not a bad idea, but I have some standards for my family. But if it's what he wants, I'll do it."

"Well, fine."

"But he has said that we should be keeping an eye on him during the day," Shigaragi explained. "Not that bad, right?"

"Why? I couldn't care less," Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Beats me. But I have my suspicions it's because of the Prince of Helios. Turns out that they two were engaged when you attacked, and if my theory is correct, if that prince finds him, then the spell could be broken by a vow of true love."

"A bit corny, don't you think?"

"Yes, but All-For-One's magical weakness is love, regardless of what is it," Shigaragi explained. "So, we should be wary, at the very best."

"Fine, but I ain't gonna be excited about this. That means more work for me."

"Oh my goodness, you are sluggish to the point of insufferably."

"Get used to it, sweetheart."

Izuku and Shoto managed to escape to their room and saw the sun rising. The sun's appearance was important as Shoto immediately transformed into a Swan before Izuku's eyes. But that didn't deter Izuku from opening a nearby window and looking down.

"You can't be possibly think of jumping out of the window?" Shoto gasped, looking at Izuku.

"Well, I have not much of a choice, now do I?" Izuku shuddered.

Izuku looked back for a moment before jumping down, expecting to hit the moat below. Instead, he grunted as he hit the back of a familiar red dragon, which quickly ascended towards the sky.

"Woah!" Izuku gasped. "Kiri? How did you found us?"

"What the hell do you mean, Deku? Guess who told him?" Katsuki growled in annoyance.

"Oh, thank you, but what happened?"

"Well, the memories are fuzzy myself, so just be grateful that I saved you!"

"Of course, thank you." Izuku thanked and looked at Shoto, who was flying beside them. "Shoto! Can I ask you something?"

Shoto nodded and flew down towards Izuku and landed on his lap.

"You are just as beautiful as a swan," Izuku grinned. "I just wish you could come with us. But I guess that isn't the case."

"No, but I am happy that you came to see me," Shoto answered.

"…A TALKING SWAN?" Katsuki gasped.

"It's Shoto, Kacchan! He's been alive, but a swan! I'll tell everyone later! Trust me," Izuku answered. "It's a long story. But, Shoto, I have a proposal for you."

"Like what?" Shoto pondered.

"Well, my birthday is coming soon, and my mother is hosting a midsummer ball in my honor. I will be there. If you can join me so I can profess my everlasting love for you, it will be my honor to have you as a guest."

"When is it?"

"Um, just tomorrow night," Izuku answered. "Please. Please tell me that you would join me in this?"

"….I promise."

Izuku grinned and hugged the Swan before letting Shoto fly away. Izuku couldn't help but smile and happily watch him fly away.

"I love you so much. That's a promise." 🦢 "What? Shoto's alive!" Ochaco gasped happily. "That's fantastic news! I can't wait to see him again. I wonder what happens when we do?"

"I'm sure he'll be just as happy to see us," Tenya grinned. "But we shouldn't overlook at that Izuku was gone for the entire night!!"

"I said I was sorry," Izuku sighed. "I lost track of time when I was Shoto. And I found a way to break the spell, so I had a very productive night. Today is when I plan to help him become human again. And I promised."

"Ugh, it's so sweet," Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Can we change the subject?"

"I wish that we could see him again," Ochaco wished. "I would break that curse. Probably anyways."

"Hm, just keep dreaming."

"I don't know why you are being so pessimistic," Tsuyu pointed out. "It's like you aren't happy for Deku."

"Do I have to pretend a smile to show I'm happy?" Katsuki groaned. "Because even if I'm happy, I just don't show it."

"Unless it involves you," Tsuyu muttered. "Just understand that Izuku wants to be with his lover again. So I suggest helping us, please?"

Katsuki snarled before walking away, leaving the group to their antics. He waited until he heard nothing before revealing a golden necklace that All-For-One showed him that night. He knew Katsuki was jealous from the very beginning when Izuku proclaimed his love for Shoto a year ago, and he was the one who convinced his mother to get them wed after Ikuku's Midsummer Ball, everything. He was suspicious of the Swan, but when he realized that it was Shoto, he had to step away until All-For-One approached him and gave him this necklace and said:

"Wear this at the Midsummer Ball so that the prince mistakes you for the Swan. He will vow his love for you, and Shoto will die of a broken heart."

Katsuki didn't consider it until Izuku promised to vow his love for Shoto.

So Katsuki grinned as he lifted the necklace, staring into his reflection.

"..Wear this, eh?…Why not? A piece of jewelry won't kill me anyway."

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