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[clovercrafted]

Me when I’m on my ‘puter

[chyanxrene]

Sweetheart Part 2

♡ Sweetheart part 1 ♡

♡ Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Y/N

♡ Summary: Draco and Y/N were friend’s with benefits, now that Y/N was avoiding him, it was only a waiting game until he caught up with her.

♡ Warnings: Degradation, pure smut, male receiving

"Y/N have you found an outfit for the ball yet?" Her friend asked from next to her whilst she ate a slice of toast.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and then opened her eyes in realisation that she had forgotten the winter ball that was on Friday.

"Fuck, I forgot."

"We don't have time to go to Hogsmeade, you'll have to wear one of my dresses" her best friend smiled and continued eating.

Y/N nodded, spreading jam on her toast. She was trying to forget about her last encounter with Draco which had left him fuming. She was trying to avoid him, she wouldn't walk down the halls by herself— in case he caught her.

"Y/N" her friend drawled, Y/N followed her friends eye line.

"Why is he staring at you?" Her friend frowned, quickly diverting her gaze back towards Y/N.

Her eyes found his, he was mad, furious actually. His gaze was intense, he sat two tables away. Despite the large amount of students in the great hall, he was only looking at her.

His hand was tightly clenched around his fork, his knuckles whiter than his normal pale skin tone. Y/N felt uncomfortable from his staring— but she couldn't take her eyes off him.

She watched as Pansy Parkinson tapped his shoulder and whispered something in his ear. But Draco didn't flinch, he continued to stare at her in anger, watching her every movement.

Y/N gulped and excused herself from the great hall, she ran out into the corridor only to bump into someone and fall straight on her ass.

"Oh fuck."

"Shit— I'm sorry, here— let me help you up."

Y/N watched the large male hand in front of her, she hesitantly grabbed the hand. He pulled her up, maybe a little too hard as she crashed into his chest.

"Thanks Cormac."

"You're welcome Y/L/N."

There was an awkward silence between the two. Y/N knew him from a few classes but had never spoken to him like that. She knew he could be a player but that didn't alter is good looks.

"Say Y/N, you don't happen to have a date tomorrow yet? If you do that's fine but if not then perhaps I could take you."

Y/N chewed on her lip, a part of her didn't want to go with him as he was a ladies man, another part of her wanted to— as she didn't have a date yet. The ball was the last thing on her mind.

"I'm surprised you don't yet" she laughed.

Cormac chuckled and brushed his hand along her right arm. "Well, I wanted to go with you but I didn't have the balls to ask."

This was news to Y/N, she had never observed any interest from Cormac. She decided to bite the bullet and agree to going with him— besides she didn't want to look lonely.

"Sure, I'll go with you."

"Perfect!" He pulled her into a tight squeeze, she heard him take a deep inhale and then let out a sigh. He was weird— nether the less she now had a date, so she had to prepare.

Y/N said her goodbye to Cormac after an awkward hug and turned around to head to her dorm room. At the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Draco leaning against the entrance door to the great hall.

Her heart was racing, she didn't want to make eye contact with him. She hurried past him, the wind picked up his smell which travelled into her nostrils. Shivers ran down her spine, the smell of Draco was addictive but she had to be strong.

It was the day of the winter ball, Y/N didn't have much time to prepare an outfit so was left with two options, kindly offered by her friend.

"So, there's the red one with the slit— very Christmassy— also very seductive— the slit makes it easy if you want to— well you know what."

Y/N laughed at her friend's dirty mind and watched as she picked the other dress up.

"The black one is cute— it's what you would wear to your enemies funeral— just to show them up" she laughed.

Y/N thought carefully, the black was nice, slightly puffy at the bottom and long sleeves. The red was silk from head to toe, a slit running down the left leg, it was a straight dress— it would be a tight fit.

"The red."

Her friend clapped her hands excitedly and threw the dress over to her. Y/N went to get ready, she took a long hot shower. She done her hair in her favourite style and applied natural make up. She decided to go for a bold red lip, to match her dress.

"Fucking hell."

"Is it too much?" Y/N said worriedly, she looked down at her dress, ironing out the creases with her hands.

"If Cormac doesn't get you in his bed tonight, you'll definitely be in mine!"

Y/N blushed, her friend wore the black dress which complimented her skin tone nicely. She paired it with a smoky eye and nude lipgloss, they both looked good.

"Come, let's go— I have a date with Blaise and Cormac will be waiting for you" her friend said pulling them out of their shared dorm room.

"You look— lovely" Cormac smiled, his eyes went straight to her chest and then to her exposed leg. Y/N scoffed and now began regretting coming with this boy.

She thanked him, shooting him a quick smile. His hand went around her waist, holding her tightly— maybe a little too tightly. Y/N sucked it up, she hoped that she could loose him in an hour and find her friend.

"Do you want a drink?" He asked, his eyes wandered glancing at other females.

Y/N stood on his toe quickly and then retracted her foot "oh my, I'm so sorry, I'm clumsy you see."

Cormac nodded, a hint of anger on his face as he examined his shoe to see if there was any scuff marks. Once he discovered there wasn't he smiled and then went to get drinks.

Y/N stood waiting for her date, she watched as her friend was being twirled around by Blaise. They looked cute together, she couldn't help but feel jealous as she wanted to be treated the same as her friend.

Cormac was taking a while, she glanced over and saw him speaking to his friends, they kept looking over to her and then smirking. Y/N was utterly repulsed— men she thought in her head.

The air suddenly shifted, it was heavier— stuffy, Y/N's breath was caught in her throat as she found it hard to breath properly.

Everyone else continued dancing, she was the only one that was feeling this, and that's when she felt his body behind her. He wasn't touching her, she could just feel him behind her.

She took in a deep breath, and licked her lips.

"You look— beautiful" Draco breathed from behind her.

He had never spoken to her like that outside of sex. Of course he had called her beautiful many times, only when she was sucking his dick, or riding him— oh gosh.

She felt herself grow wet as memories of her and Draco clustered her mind. She had to stand her ground, she can't let him win again.

"Thank you."

"Where's your date?" He said now standing next to her, he didn't look at her, he just faced forward watching everyone dance.

"Getting drinks."

"Mmm, which one is it again?"

"None of your business" Y/N spat.

He let out a short laugh, his eyes finally meeting hers. She turned her head quickly and faced the front again.

"Where's your date?"

"I don't have one."

"That's a shame."

"Is it? Or are you secretly happy about that?" He teased, Y/N's face grew hot, did he know about her crush on him? She thought deeply thinking if she gave away any hints.

Y/N cleared her throat "oh here he comes."

Cormac walked over with two glasses of punch. He eyed Draco and then handed the drink to Y/N.

"Malfoy, everything alright?" Cormac asked, drinking some of his drink.

He hummed, watching Cormac, he looked annoyed "I'm fine, you mind if I have your drink Y/N?"

She frowned at him and shook her head "no— it's mine, get your own."

I looked at Cormac who had a worried look on his face "yeah— yeah get your own Malfoy."

Draco slapped the drink out of her hands, sending shards of glass onto the dance floor. It was too loud for anyone to hear, so no one noticed, only a Hufflepuff who quickly collected the glass.

"Draco what the fuck."

"He put something in your drink" he growled now holding onto Cormac's shirt collar.

"I did not!" Cormac shouted.

"I watched you, you and your little friends had a game going on didn't you?"

Cormac shook his head.

"Who can fuck first? Right?" Draco shouted.

Y/N had heard enough and ran off, she felt embarrassed. She knew Cormac was an ass but she didn't expect that. She wasn't upset or crying, she just wanted to go back to her dorm room.

She felt more embarrassed at the fact that Draco came to her rescue, she should've figured it out herself. Now she was beginning to get annoyed at him.

She turned down a corridor, speeding to her dorm room. Heavy footsteps trailed behind her, she was finally going to be caught by Draco Malfoy.

He tugged on her wrist and pulled her back, she swung around. His other hand pushed her head towards his and he kissed her deeply. Entering his tongue in her mouth straight away.

Y/N let out a whimper and returned the kiss. Draco backed her against the wall, her back hitting the cold stone sharply.

He pulled back, his eyes were heavy which watched his heavy breath.

His finger was raised, he pointed it at Y/N and laughed.

"You— my sweetheart— have been driving me wild."

Y/N could only gulp, his hand slapped the wall next to her head.

"Do you enjoy playing games with me?"

Y/N shook her head quickly, Draco's other hand trailed down her thigh and went underneath her dress. Brushing her inner thighs slowly.

"Answer me!"

"I—I haven't played games."

"You have, you leave me with blue balls, I haven't been able to get rid of them for nearly a week now!"

"That—that's not my fault."

A smirk fell onto his face, his hand stopped moving.

"You're right— maybe it's mine."

Y/N nodded, her underwear now sticking to her wet pussy, his finger grew closer and closer to where she wanted him most. But he didn't touch her, he was teasing her, getting her back for what she'd done to him.

"You know what I want?" He smiled, his thumb brushing her bottom lip, he smudged her red lipstick slightly.

"I want you— to wrap those pretty red lips around my cock."

Y/N moaned at his words, she just couldn't do it, she couldn't let him leave her again when she had all these feelings for him.

Y/N bit her lip and thought to herself— I guess one more time wouldn't hurt, she convinced herself.

Draco searched Y/N's eyes for an answer, then he smirked when he realised she had come to a decision.

Draco looked around and unbuttoned his trousers, he pulled them down along with his boxers. His dick was hard, the head leaking with precum.

"You missed this sweetheart?" He asked wiping the precum off his tip with the pad of his thumb and then smearing it onto Y/N's lips.

Y/N nodded quickly, her tongue darting out to taste his arousal. Draco's hand wrapped around her throat, he pulled her into a hard kiss and then let her go.

"Make me cum" he whispered against her lips.

Y/N fell to her knees, she rubbed up her hand up and down his dick. His hips bucked forward as he felt her thumb brush across his sensitive tip.

Draco's hands tangled in her hair "show me how much you missed me."

He pushed her head forward, his eyes never leaving her. She ran her hand up and down again, stroking the prominent vein on the side, her mouth opened.

Draco guided his tip first into her mouth, Y/N's lips instantly wrapped around it, swirling her tongue to taste him.

"Fuck."

He pushed her head further, forcing her to take more of his thick cock. Her mouth widened, she struggled to take in everything, so what she couldn't she pumped with her hand.

She hollowed her mouth, sucking as hard as she could. Draco groaned at this and gripped her hair harder.

Y/N choked suddenly, feeling his tip hit the back of her throat. Her mouth filled with more saliva, she looked up at Draco, he smirked and pulled her off him.

Multiple strings of her spit were still attached to his his dick from her mouth. Her eyes were watery and her mascara was now running. Draco looked at her like she was an angel.

He traced his tip along her lips and then prodded them, forcing her to open her mouth.

Y/N sucked in a breath, she knew what was coming. She held onto Draco's thighs and he thrusted hard into her mouth. He done this many times until Y/N was sobbing. Her vision was blurry and her mouth was swollen.

"Fucking— love— your— filthy— mouth" he grunted each word. Spit was falling out of Y/N's mouth onto the floor, she looked up at Draco, his head was thrown back, his mouth was parted as he continued to fuck her mouth.

He suddenly pulled out of her mouth and grabbed her forearm. He dragged her up "lift up— your dress."

Y/N quickly wiped her mouth and lifted her dress, Draco looked around again, to see if there were any onlookers. Not that that would make a difference now.

Draco held both sides of her underwear and snapped them, a stinging sensation running through Y/N's body.

He lifted her up, her legs were over his arms as he used the wall to balance his hands on.

"Fuck— I missed you" he whispered, he lined his dick to her entrance and then pushed inside of her.

Y/N's head flew back, Draco let out a strained groan as he pulled out and pushed back in again.

"So tight— you make it hard for me to last long."

She couldn't speak, she was in a total state of bliss, her eyes were screwed shut as he thrusted in and out of her. She moaned his name feeling his cock fill her up sweetly.

Draco moved at a faster pace, the angle made his tip rub against her g spot repeatedly.

Y/N was whimpering, crying his name as she felt her orgasm approach fast.

"You're mine— aren't you?"

Draco thrusted harder, lifting her up slightly higher so he could push into her deeper.

"Fuck— tell me you're mine!"

Y/N's head fell forward, they looked into each others eyes and she nodded quickly.

"Say it— I wanna hear you say it."

"I'm yours Draco."

He slowed his pace, giving Y/N short, deep, thrusts. She was close now, his head leaned in and sucked onto her neck, leaving red and purple marks behind.

He then thrusted one final time hard, which sent them both over the edge. Y/N came moaning his name, Draco let out 5 curse words in one short sentence.

His forehead leaned on hers as he tried to catch his breath. His lips kissed her forehead as he finally let her down.

Y/N pulled down her dress as Draco pulled his boxers and trousers back up. It was silent, no words were spoken between them, both were still reeling from the amazing sex they had just had.

Draco's back was turned from Y/N's, she heard him zip up his trousers "I'm not sleeping with her."

"What?"

"Don't be stupid— you know who I'm talking about."

"Right, I didn't care if you did anyway-"

"You did."

He smiled and turned around, he strolled towards Y/N, he brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, pushing it behind her ear.

Y/N's eyes were watering, she didn't want to cry in front of him, but all her emotions were coming at once and she couldn't handle them all. She sucked in her tears and remained calm.

"I—I don't want to do this anymore" Y/N whispered, her head faced her feet.

Draco placed a kiss on her cheek "good because neither do I."

Y/N looked at him, she was confused at what he meant by that.

"What does that mean?"

He let out a laugh and smiled "I want you to go back to your room, burn the list of rules and then come back to my room."

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and then widened her eyes realising what he had just said.

"But—but Draco?"

Y/N was worried what everyone would think about her being with a Slytherin— let alone Draco Malfoy.

"I don't care anymore— now be a good girl and do as you're told."

"Right, okay."

Y/N went to walk off but he pulled her wrist, forcing her against his chest. His mouth found hers as he engulfed her into a wet kiss. Y/N pulled away before they got too carried away.

"See you soon— sweetheart."

[ahkaahshi]

how to earn their trust [scenarios]

pairings: miya atsumu; sakusa kiyoomi; akaashi keiji x fem reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): n/a

to earn miya atsumu’s trust, SHOW UP FOR HIM

Atsumu is an incredibly devoted guy who will never make you question his love for you. While he’s known by his brother and a few others close to him for being a liar and has a bad reputation for being selfish, he cares much more about people he’s close to than he lets on. He’ll never let you or his teammates down and, because of this, he needs a s/o who will be there for him, too.

When he asks you to come to his games, it often comes off in a facetious way, since he’s a total showboat and has an air of haughtiness to him. But, in actuality, he craves your support and seriously wants you there because volleyball means a lot to him, and so do you.

Just knowing that you’re there, watching him and cheering for him, gives him a sense of peace and calmness that’s important when he’s playing, since volleyball is such a fast-paced game that makes it nearly impossible for players to have a chance to slow down. Since he shows up for you, he wants you to do the same, which is completely fair.

If you have plans, he’s totally okay with it. You’re a busy student with a lot of stuff on your plate and a life of your own, so if you can’t come due to prior commitments, let him know and he’ll understand. Of course, he’ll tease and whine about it, but that’s just his way of being goofy with you because he knows he’ll be seriously missin’ you.

“Hey, ya comin’ to watch my game on Friday, (f/n)?” he asks, his honey-colored eyes full of hope.

Your heart sinks into your stomach as you answer, “I’m sorry, I’m tutoring all day after school and it’s really important for me to get some extra money, ‘Tsumu.”

Dejection flashes across his face, but he’s quick to hide his disappointment out of fear of upsetting you and out of his own pride. When he notices the creases of worry appear in your forehead from your furrowed brows, he’s quick to throw his arm around your shoulders and announce jokingly, “Ah, ditchin’ me again? I get it! If you don’t wanna spend time with me, jus’ say so ‘n I'll stop invitin’ ya to do fun things, like watch a kick-ass game of volleyball!”

Though he purposely made his comment loud enough for everyone in the gym to hear, his teammates didn’t bother with him, and, instead, continued putting all the equipment away. In spite of this, your face still burned with embarrassment at being teased, making you give Atsumu’s toned chest a light smack.

“I’m jus’ kiddin’! C’mere,” he reassures you, pulling you into a sweaty hug that you initially resist before placing your hands on the back of his soaked t-shirt and reciprocating his sign of affection. “Do whatcha gotta do, smartypants. I’ll see ya at next week’s game, though, right?”

“Of course.”

His grip around you tightens and he nestles his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel him grinning against your skin as he says, “Great! Wear that warm-up sweater of mine you’ve been holdin’ onto, why don’tcha? Looks good on ya.”

However, if you constantly flake on him or keep making excuses not to hang out with him or go to his games, he’ll quickly become disillusioned with you. Your lack of interest that’s apparent to him in the way you always think up reasons not to support or spend time with him will break his heart. As a result, he’ll stop asking you altogether, and his lack of trust in you will surely put your relationship on the rocks. He’s busy but always wants to make time for you, so if you can’t do the same for him, he’s ending the relationship.

to earn sakusa kiyoomi’s trust, RESPECT HIS BOUNDARIES

As we’ve seen, Omi doesn’t like crowds or germs, and, thus, is very strict and serious about the boundaries he sets. Because of this, it is crucial for his s/o to respect his limits and be aware of them. For him, this not only shows that you’re patient, but it also shows that you care deeply about him, which, in turn, will foster a relationship of trust between the two of you.

If he says he’s uncomfortable with doing something or going somewhere, don’t push him; especially early on in your relationship. If he needs space, let him have his space. He’ll come to you when he’s ready. It’s important to know that even if he doesn’t let you into his bubble right away or turns down your signs of affection because he’s worried about germs, he still cares about you. He’s just a bit anxious.

To build his trust, you'll have to work in a gradual manner towards pushing his boundaries and showing him that it’s okay for him to step a bit outside of his comfort zone. If you’re more excitable, touchy, or clingy, you can still be yourself, but you will need to slow down a bit for him. He needs time and love to get comfortable, so patience and commitment to him are important.

He will fall for you so hard if you show him that you want him to feel safe. Examples of this may be wearing the face mask he bought for you when you’re out in public together, bringing extra hand sanitizer or disinfecting wipes on dates for the two of you to use, or changing your bedsheets before he comes over. If you accommodate him, he will 100% do the same for you to make you feel safe and secure.

After you open the front door of your house for him, Sakusa shuffles out of the coldness of the brisk evening air and slides off his shoes. When he looks down at his sneakers sitting amongst the rest of your family’s shoes, he realizes that there’s an extra pair of slippers sitting along with the rest that are considerably larger and differently colored.

“Oh, Kiyo!” you pipe up when you see his charcoal gaze fixate on them, “I got you some slippers of your own since you come over so often! Everyone knows they’re yours so they haven’t been used, or anything.”

Though you can’t see it because he’s still wearing his mask, his lips curl up into the smallest of smiles. When he slides it off, he presses a gentle kiss against your forehead as thanks for the house shoes he slides his feet into before making his way to the kitchen to wash his hands. Once he's finished, you lead him into your room so he can set down his duffel bag and the two of you can settle in for a Netflix marathon, as promised.

Upon entering your room, his olfactory senses are delighted by the clean scent of fresh laundry, which he soon realizes is wafting from your bed. The look of contentment on his face as he takes a deep inhale makes you smile.

“Since you’re staying over, I washed everything,” you announce, “And, also, you left your shirt here by accident yesterday, so I washed that too.” His eyes follow where your finger points to his warm-up shirt laid on the edge of the comforter, neatly folded by your careful hands.

Wordlessly, he makes his way over to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his. With his head hanging by the side of yours, he can smell the shampoo you used on your slightly damp, (h/c) hair. “Thank you,” he murmurs before moving his face down towards yours so he can give you an appreciative kiss.

When you release one another, he rifles through his duffel bag to retrieve a bag of your favorite sweets that he then plops into your hands.

“I stopped by the store on the way to get you some, since you wouldn’t stop complaining about badly you wanted them yesterday.” Turning his gaze to the laptop on your bed, he adds, “We can watch whatever you want.”

“Really?!” you bubble, eyes glowing with excitement, since he always put up a fight about your choice of movie or television show.

He furrows his dark eyebrows at you, making the two distinctive moles above one of them twitch. “Yes. Don’t make me regret this.”

He will not tolerate a s/o who chastises or berates his habits, since they’re ways he creates feelings of security and peace of mind for himself. If you insist on constantly pushing his boundaries, or forcing him to do anything before he’s ready, he’ll ultimately pull away from you. At the end of the day, if he thinks you don’t have much consideration for him and how he feels, he will end the relationship since mutual respect is important to him.

to earn akaashi keiji’s trust, BE YOURSELF AND BE HONEST

Akaashi is the king of delivering the truth, albeit bluntly--but knows how to exercise tact. Because of his commitment to being straightforward and unapologetically Akaashi so that everyone around him can also be themselves, he wants a s/o who will be real with him.

If he does something you don’t like, tell him! If you want to watch a different movie than the one he put on, tell him! If you don’t want Bokuto crashing your date with him for the ten millionth time, tell him. Even if you’re worried about upsetting him! He can handle the truth and will work to remedy the situation, but he won’t stand for lies and dishonesty. Also, if you’re not comfortable with talking about something, just let him know and he’ll be respectful of your wishes.

No matter what you think of yourself, just be you. While he’s attracted to looks, of course, he’s also a huge personality guy. Therefore, he really appreciates people who are just themselves and don’t try to change for the sake of others. I mean, look at how much he loves and trusts Bokuto, and what does that mf do? Be himself!

Akaashi wants to love you for who you are, so let him!

“Hey, Keiji?”

“Yeah?”

You bite your lower lip with hesitation as your (e/c) eyes travel up and down your form in the mirror resting against the wall in your bedroom. The dress you’re wearing is one your doting boyfriend diligently selected for you, but it just doesn’t quite suit you--in terms of both style and fit. “Uh...” you mumble shakily, trying to find a way to reject his gift without being harsh, “this dress is really nice...”

"I sense a but coming,” Akaashi responds, his voice muffled by the door separating the two of you.

You sigh, “But, it’s not really me and it doesn’t really fit that great. I'm sorry. I know you went out of your way to get this for me.”

After opening the door for him so he can inspect how his gift looks on you for himself, he purses his lips before they form a gentle smile. “It’s okay,” he assures you, taking one of your hands in his and meeting your gaze with his gunmetal blue one, “Thanks for being honest with me. I still have the receipt, so I can return it.”

Giving his hand a light squeeze, you reiterate, “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head at you and plants a kiss against your temple, filling your body with warmth. “Don’t be. If anything, I should be the one apologizing for not getting your style or size right even after being with you for, what, three months now?”

His comment makes you giggle, and he relishes in the delightful sounds echoing from your mouth. As he tucks a stray strand of your (h/l), (h/c) hair behind your ear, he offers, “How about you come with me to the mall when I return it so you can help me pick something you actually like?”

A smile graces your lips that makes his heart skip a beat. “Thank you, baby.”

Since he values honesty and authenticity so much, he’ll lose his trust in a s/o who is a habitual liar or who constantly tries to change to fit in. He gets seriously irked by people who are fake, so if he sees you take on an entirely different persona just to gain the favor of other people, or treat him differently based on who you’re around, he’ll be very turned off. And don’t even think about lying to him. Little, white lies he can work with, but keeping secrets from him and not being straightforward with him will break his heart. He’s very forgiving, and will wrack his brain for reasons as to why his s/o might be lying to him, but if he draws a blank or if you cheat on him, he’s done.

[thran-duils]

From All Sides (P.4)

Title: From All Sides (Part Four) Summary: Fem!Reader x Dark!Pirate Tony. Tony is obsessed with a certain barmaid at port and showers her with gifts to try to bring her to his bed. She is resistant to his advances, her eyes elsewhere, specifically on her coworker, the cook. Although, that love is unrequited and always will be. The reader is forced into close quarters with Tony unexpectedly and sailing the sea, she slowly bends to his will. And he plans to give her all the affection he can to make sure she stays. Words: 2,420 Warnings (for the whole fic): Eventual smut, violence, angst, possessive behavior Warnings (for this chapter): Tony displays some homophobia

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He was right, your head hurt the next morning. He tried to shake you awake and you whined, pulling the blanket over your head. Tony chuckled which only served to make you more upset about feeling sick.

Tony laid a soft kiss on your temple through the blanket, and said, “I’ll leave you be then, love. I will make sure some water is sent in. And some bread. Don’t leave the quarters without me. I don’t want you getting snatched up. Without me, you’ll look like fair game.”

You grumbled in response, and he gave you another kiss through the blanket before crawling out of bed.

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Walking down the dock towards the stairs to go up into the kitchens, Tony was greeted with Bucky and Steve sitting. He altered course and came out onto the overlook with them. Steve held out a piece of bread and Tony waved him off.

“I was heading in to get myself breakfast. And Y/N some bread.”

“So, she’s not feeling great?” Bucky questioned, taking a swig of water from his mug.

“No.”

“And did you…” Steve asked expectantly, trailing off. His raised brows indicated exactly what he was asking.

Tony sighed and shrugged, “Persistence pays off.”

“Jesus Christ, finally. Now you can stop whining about her going to bed alone,” Steve muttered, taking a big bite of his potatoes. “Even if it was only for a night that she obliged you.”

“Watch it,” Tony muttered, and Steve merely shrugged in response.

“She’s finnicky.”

“Not anymore,” Tony responded.

Bucky rose his brows, “At least you hope so.”

“I’ll make sure of it. She’s going to stay on the ship with me.” Steve and Bucky exchanged a look and Tony demanded, “What?”

“The men may not like that…” Bucky pointed out.

Tony waved them off, “They’ll get used to it. She’ll be a sight for sore eyes. Not that any of them will be allowed to touch her but I won’t toss anyone overboard for merely looking at her. In fact, I’ll be happy she is being admired and knowing she is mine.”

“Unless she gets back home and finds that guy,” Bucky commented, and Steve shot him a pissed off look at the mention of him. Bucky noticed both Tony and Steve glaring at him and he demanded, “What? You know it’s true! He was pining! And—”

“And what?” Tony snapped.

Bucky seemed to lose a little bit of steam seeing how adversarial Tony was. “Well, he seemed persistent.”

Grinding his teeth, Tony stepped closer, and he said, “That’s not a problem anymore.” Bucky furrowed his brow and Tony said in explanation as he pulled out his pipe, “Boy isn’t among the living anymore.

Realization washed across Bucky’s face.

“Why did you kill him?” Bucky asked, incredulous.

“I didn’t want him alive,” Tony responded simply, striking up his match.

“That’s fair,” Steve said.

“How is that fair?” Bucky snapped. “What if Y/N finds out? Or Peter for that matter? They were friends!”

“They won’t? Who is going to tell them? Dead men tell no tales,” Tony responded, lighting up his pipe.

“You didn’t have to shoot him,” Bucky muttered.

“Who says I shot him?” Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow and Bucky merely narrowed his eyes unimpressed. Tony smirked around his pipe before inhaling deeply. He blew the smoke rings out and shrugged. “I see smooth sailing in front of me because of that gunshot.”

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The ship stayed docked and you only left the room on the island to go grab food in the evening. You barely kept the stew down and Tony rubbed your back. You scowled at him, and he only smirked before going back to his own bowl. That night, he left you alone, letting you rest.

The next morning you woke up to him holding you close underneath the blankets. He felt you stir and he burrowed his mouth to your neck, kissing you gently. You smiled as you stretched before pressing back on him. He took the invitation and ground himself into your ass.

“If you’re going to do something, do it. Don’t tease,” you murmured, turning your head to meet his eyes. A salacious grin came over his face.

Tony lifted your leg and entered swiftly, leaving the two of you breathless and dozing off to sleep again for the second time.

Later in the day, you woke up and found the bed empty. You sat up, the blanket falling to your waist as you searched the room groggily. He was not there. You got yourself ready quickly and left the room, despite his warning yesterday not to.

Thankfully, you found Bucky before anyone else and he intercepted you.

“He’s fishing.”

“Fishing?” you asked disbelieving.

Bucky nodded, “He enjoys it. Plus, it helps feed the island.”

“Anything to keep his feet off the land,” you commented in a sigh, as your eyes were drawn out towards the water.

Bucky gave your shoulder a squeeze and said, “You’ll like it later when you get some bass to eat later, yeah? I’m sure he’ll bring one specifically for you.”

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You accepted Tony’s offer for a dinner on the beach. As Bucky predicted, Tony had brought a fish specifically back for you and he was roasting it over the firepit on the sand. He had brought a bottle with him, and you having recovered, you were indulging again. The fish was good and filled you up along with the vegetables he had used in the pan as well.

Sitting on the log, you stared into the fire. Tony passed you the bottle and you took a long swig.

“I believe I was promised earrings if I came to your cabin,” you commented lightly.

Tony laughed at that and said, “I know where they are.”

“Do you?”

“Yes, they’re locked away. I was saving them.”

“For?” you pressed, passing the bottle back to him.

He shrugged, “Like I told you. You had to come to my cabin to get them.”

“Well, I have done that. Were there strings attached that you did not inform me of? I still have the necklace on!” you asked, smiling. You showed him, pulling it out from your dress. You knew he had seen it. Of course he had. He had taken you in his bed with it twice now, the one thing you had not taken off to lay with him.

Tony shrugged again. “Stay. And I’ll give them to you on our wedding day.”

You laughed but then saw he was looking at you offended. Oh. He was serious.

Brushing the intensity of the moment off, you exhaled deeply, dramatically. “Well, when we see fit to settle down, I suppose I’ll get them.”

Tony said nothing and you hated the uncomfortable silence. You cleared your throat and scooted closer, getting his attention.

“We should go back. Back to my home. So… I can see.”

Tony was unconvinced from the mention of it. Shaking his head, he said, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I can handle it. Whatever happened.”

“I don’t think it is wise.”

“It matters not what it wise. It’s what I want.”

Tony was adamant, “No.”

You scooted away from him, and he noticed that. His eyes followed your movement and saw your hands planted firmly as you glowered at him. Good. He could see how serious you were about this.

“So, you’re refusing to take me back?”

“You escaped there. You were held down there,” Tony argued. “You don’t… need to go back.”

You straightened up and asked, “’Escaped’? I liked it there!”

Tony was accusative now, aggressive. “Do you want to go back for him?”

“Who?”

“Adam.”

You stared him down, matching his fiery gaze.

“That’s what your afraid of? Competition?” Disgust washed across his features and you pressed on before he could interrupt. “No, Tony. It’s not for him.”

“Then what for?”

It was either the liquid courage or wanting to be honest, or possibly a combination of both, but you were honest. “Eloise.”

It felt good to proclaim she was worth something. Even to someone as jealous of your affection like him. With him, the impact would be different. You hoped. If you proclaimed your love for Eloise to him, it was safer than anyone else. And he understood desire. Hell, he had been trying for you for so long. To return to port just for one person, he had to understand that.

But immediately you saw it had been lost on him and now you were to be floundering until you explicitly explained it.

“You’re worried she got taken?” Tony asked, trying to understand. That only made it clear he was clueless about your unrequited love.

Tears stung your eyes, and you squeezed your hands between your thighs. The waves crashed, filling the space between before you inhaled sharply and said, “I mean, yes. That is a very big concern. She could have been harmed. Taken… raped.” You met his gaze, and he was waiting, like he sensed you needed to say more. And you did. You swallowed and whispered, “I loved her. So much. And I knew she was never going to love me back. But it was okay pretending.”

Tony looked like he had been slapped. And that is when you realized you had made a mistake in confessing this to him. He would not be understanding like you hoped he would have been. Why did you think that?

Still you tried to play it off, using emotion.

You shrugged in return, bringing a hand up to wipe at your eyes. “It was at home at port. We worked together. We were close… I dreaded the day some man would come steal her away.”

Still Tony said nothing, and you turned your eyes to him. He was staring at you with such intensity, frozen in the moment. But only for so long.

“So, she was the reason,” Tony finally said. You furrowed your brow at his tone. He took another swig of his rum. He suddenly gave a scornful laugh, shaking his head. “The whole time, I thought it was all those men chasing after you. That you liked playing games—” Your mouth fell open at that remark in shock. “—And keeping your options open. But you already had your heart set. On a woman, no less.”

You shifted and said desperately, “I did not think you would judge—"

Tony cut in swiftly, roughly. His tone could cut glass.

“And on someone who would never appease you or return the affection. You set yourself to doom. And for what? So, both of us could suffer?”

You realized he was making this about him and his feelings. And that ignited anger quickly. “Tony, that’s not fair!”

“I never stood a chance if you were already dead set on staying sorrowful forever.” He scoffed, standing up, your eyes following him. He stared down at you, stumbling a little in his movement as he threw an arm out. “Looks like we had both anchored ourselves to misery and unfortunately for me, it was unknowingly because you returned my flirtations constantly. Dragged me along.” He pointed at you and sneered, “You’re selfish!”

You stood up with him and you said forcibly, “I am not! Yes, I flirted back because I do like you! But do you think I wanted to hang my hat on someone who was notorious for sleeping around?” Tony gave you an incredulous look, but you pressed on. “And for someone who spent most of his time at sea? What? You just wanted me to wait around for you whenever you thought it appropriate to grace me with your presence?”

Tony stepped closer, a finger in your face. “If you would have given yourself to me, I would have brought you aboard or made home—”

You interrupted with a shrill laugh and his jaw set in offense. “You? Make home? Don’t make me laugh.”

“For you? Yes! I would have!”

“Will you now?” you asked, still lightly laughing.

Tony was serious when he said, “If you would only ask it.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I will not.” He scoffed and began to turn away, but you raised your voice, catching his attention again. “Because as heartfelt as you feel right now – and it may be genuine – you would get bored. You’re married to the sea. You would never be married to me.” You gestured between the two of you. “You and I are meant for the bed and that’s it. There won’t be long term affection. At least on your end.”

“So, I’m the problem?” Tony snapped. You nodded and he bit his cheeks, turning away from you. He used his arm holding the bottle to wipe at his mouth, staring out at the ocean. You swayed on the spot, feeling the alcohol running through your veins. When he turned around again, he almost lost his footing in the sand and you moved to steady him, but he waved you off, stopping you in your tracks. “You never even gave me a chance to prove myself, Y/N! I’m so glad you’re such an expert on what you think you know about me when you never cared to even ask! I would kill you for! I did kill for you! Or have you forgotten that? Or do you just not care?”

He got even closer, and his breath was hot. “I would kill hundreds of men to keep you safe. Just to make sure you were there for me at the end of that bloody trail! And you’re so fucking ungrateful about it! I should just leave you here. Let you simmer on that! Be passed around between the pirates coming through! Cause you obviously don’t give a shit about who you open your legs to! Might as well get paid for it! And at least I’ll still know where to find you. I’ll have coin ready!” He leaned in close and hissed, “If you won’t have me fully, then I’ll just keep you at another port to visit just like before!”

You gasped, hurt, as he turned away from you. He left as quickly as he could, trudging through the sand until he found the rocks again.

“Drew me in and drowned me! Temptress! This whole damn time! And here I thought sirens were only on the sea!” he shouted over his shoulder.

All that was left was the sound of waves as you watched him go up the path.

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Tensions on the Polar Tang (read after the cut)

It’s not the first time he feels wide awake at night, piercing grey eyes gazing at the ceiling with a certain tiredness, unable to find some sleep, even in such a quiet place than his own ship. Perhaps it’s because he has been working for hours today, and that his mind is clouded with information which definitely wouldn’t disappear before he would reach the lands of his dreams, or maybe it’s an entire different reason he’s not able to face. Something stuck in his head, like a broken record, always playing the same particular music. You kissed. It has been such an intense yet short moment that sometimes he’s not entirely sure if it was real in the first place. It felt like a suspended moment he wasn’t ready to live, the two of you finally surrendering to that silly game you’re both thoroughly practicing since you have met. Months of teasing, comments and comebacks, all of this ending up in your soft lips crashing on his when he circled your nape to pull you closer, just enough for him to remember their taste, before you both took your distances. You never really talked about what happened that night, but Law blames the booze and your hormones for such a desperate moment. He’s a captain after all, he has his own duty, and you’re only just a temporary guest among the crew. The very fact you’re sleeping in the room next door shouldn’t upset him like this, not especially when he’s experiencing a cruel lack of sleep for years, his bad habits creating some tensions within his heart family. Yet, he feels like there’s something untold between the two of you; a childish emotion he’s unable to face because it would admit that his heart has another function than pumping his blood to his brain. He, the captain with one of the most violence and coldest reputation, couldn’t let someone in. The last time he did that ended up pretty nastily, his precious organ scratched so deeply that he didn’t want to bond with anyone after that. It’s a risk he doesn’t know if he wants to take it, and all those questions are harassing him at night when the object of his obsession is spending some time on the submarine.

“Tsst, you’re a jerk.” Law curses himself while he stretches his legs, slender fingers massaging his temples for a moment.

He lets loose another sigh, profound this one, before he eventually decides that sleeping would be optional, one more time. He’s used to these kinds of short nights anyway, it wouldn’t ruin his schedule, at least that’s what he hopes for. Now back on his feet, he doesn’t even bother to put something to cover his chest, his jogging pants dangerously sliding down his thighs, only maintained by the little knots he made just under his V spot, saving him from losing them for good. After all, there are almost only men on the Polar Tang, and if Ikkaku is up, she’s not the kind of woman to get upset because her captain is wandering half-naked on his ship. Tired, but definitely awake, Law eventually leaves his cabin, sliding both of his hands in his jogging pants pockets, hesitating for a moment when he passes by your door. Perhaps you’re also in the same agony? Would it be truly dangerous to knock on your door and finally surrender to the urge of your complicated passion? Even if the siren call is more than tempting, Law doesn’t oblige, step by step getting away from the temptation, as he’s heading to the kitchen to eventually grab a snack, if Bepo didn’t have one of his numerous night munchies, otherwise, he’s already certain that he wouldn’t find any leftover in the fridge.

As he’s getting closer from the kitchen hall, he notices a soft light emanating under the doorway, as he doesn’t make a move for a moment. It’s not unusual that someone is awake at this time of the night, but none of his crewmates would have bothered to close the door. Almost sure that he’s about to bust you there, Law firmly grips the handle of the door, opening it without a single hesitation, despite his squeezed heart within his chest. Indeed, he has been right ; you’re there, reading a book you’ve probably brought yourself onboard, since none of his crewmates is  interested in collecting them in the first place. Or perhaps it belongs to Ikkaku, one more time? She’s a surprising woman for sure, however Law could bet all his money that she has nothing but mechanical or engine readings to offer.

“Sleep troubles?” He whispers, pushing on the door to offer you the sought-after privacy you were looking for. “A book on this ship, that’s a rarity.”

You lift you stare up, trying your best to muffle all those emotions dancing wildly in your guts, as you heard him entering in the first place. You didn’t want him to see that obvious look on your face, but despite your preparation, Law always managed to catch you off guard.

“Actually, I stole this one on your shelves,” you answer with a soft smile, lidding your eyes for a second. “I thought it was written in another language for a while, it’s unreadable.”

It only brings a frown on Law’s face, while he steps closer, one hand in his jogging pockets, dangerously pulling down those comfort pants he’s wearing, the other one grabbing the book to have a look on the cover. He smirks, and throws you one of his teasing stares you have a very hard time to handle.

“Anatomy and the study of the body.” He reads loudly, slender and tattooed fingers lingering on the relief of the cover. “I didn’t know you want to become a doctor,” he pauses, and pushes the book back in front of you. “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to study bodies a bit more? Looking for a partner, miss Eileen?”

Ah, bastard. You know he’s always up to tease but you’re never truly ready for his taunt. You roll your eyes impatiently, and dismiss him with a wave of your hands. It only increases the smug smile on Law’s features, because he knows you always have such a hard time to handle his comments and comebacks. However, he’s also certain you’ll eventually come up with something; your body language is already betraying your need to shut his bratty mouth.

“Don’t get cocky; I have the perfect partner if I want to, he already agreed to help.” you eventually raise your stare up, closing the book with an impatient gesture, while you’re getting back on your feet.

Law raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms around his chest, already thrilled to discover what you’re going to throw to his face.

“Is that so?” He asks with his eternal sensual tone, another step closer bringing the both of you almost glued together. However, he believes you’re too stubborn to actually back down and take a step backward. Ah, you sure know how to play this game too… “And who’s that partner? So far, I’ve always seen you alone. Are you hiding someone on the sub?”

“Bepo.” You abruptly snap. “I have a certain interest in… fluffy gigantic bear. Impossible to find someone matching that kind of body.”

Law wants to snort and laugh, but he manages to keep an utterly serious face, as he tilts his head just slightly, his golden earring gleaming under the light of the kitchen.

“The only body interest Bepo has is to find a way to develop his already more than concerning excess weight. Unless you’re trying to match a polar bear density and his goal to nap for three months during winter times, I guess you’ve stolen the wrong book. However, if you’re really serious about this, should I put a lock on the fridge for you too?” He tuts you, and notices the massive effort you’re making not to burst into a powerful laughter. He peers down at the plate full of biscuits you probably picked for your night munchies while studying, his smirk growing wider on his mischievous features. “Oh, that explains a lot. You’ve already started.”

You immediately look at him with your best pouting face, slamming your fist right into his bare shoulder. Of course, he could have easily eluded the punch, but he believes he deserved it.

“What are you trying to say, you zombie doctor?” You growl, but you can’t help but have this floating smile appearing at the corner of your lips.

“I’m just saying…,” he takes another step forward, his warmth breath ghosting your features, his fingers softly skimming the hand closed on his anatomy book. He can’t miss your flinch, nor your artery suddenly palpating to his proximity. “That if you want to make things right…,” his thumb rubs the top of your hand, his piercing grey eyes focused on yours. You gulp. He smirks like a demon would do. “You should increase your stealing skills and actually pick the good book.”

And as his face feels dangerously close to yours, Law uses it as the perfect distraction to retrieve the book you stole. He knows it’s really unfair to play with your emotions like this, and your lust, but he has to control himself in the first place. You kissed, but it doesn’t mean he should surrender to his own desires, even if he terribly wants to have a reminder of the taste of your skin. He wishes that his hands could explore your body, whispering how perfect you look for him, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself to cross that barrier, and he believes it could be one of the worst ideas. You both have this incredible attraction, something deep and burning, setting on fire every inch of your souls, yet you couldn’t accept your common desire. You couldn’t ruin whatever you’re sharing right now.

“It’s time for you to sleep.” Law decides, a sudden sadness crossing his usual teasing irises. “It’s not reasonable to be awake right now.”

Before you can eventually protest, he raises his right hand and creates his room around you, the walls of the sphere enveloping the kitchen, but also the corridors and the rooms of the Polar Tang, a bit further away. In a blink, you’re standing in front of your bed, frustrated and unable to understand why he suddenly changed his mind. You are certain he wanted to kiss you like the other night…

“I’m sorry Eileen.” Law whispers while he’s now alone in the kitchen, the room gently cracking before it would disappear for good.

He hides the biscuits in the larder, because he can’t let Bepo find something if he ever wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He believes it’s also time for him to have his own rest. While he turns around to reach the door, he quickly has to take a step backwards, watching you rushing in one more time, a deep frown on your eyes, and visible anger spreaded on your features. He sighs, and crosses his arms around his chest, somehow silently scolding you for never listening to him. Well he knows it’s quite unfair to room someone away in their cabin in the first place, but he’s still the boss on his ship, and he believes as a doctor, he already knows what’s the best for you.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” Law snaps, the corner of his lips unable to hide that little grimace of irritation. He doesn’t like when his authority is challenged like this, or perhaps he loves it, but feels slightly guilty to sense those emotions. “Go to your room.”

You take a step forward, raising your eyes to prove that you’re not in the mood to follow his orders, fingers immediately gripping the corner of the anatomy book he keeps against his chest.

“No, I’m not tired. I want to read, and you have absolutely no power nor any reason to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

Cocky. He can’t help but smirk to the sentence, pleased to see that you’re still this wild fire he can’t tame, but also amused with your pouting features. Even though he tightens his grip on the book, and takes himself a step forward, until you have no choice but to plaster your back against the door.

“I’m still the captain here. I gave you an order.” He states with a severe voice, before he eventually throws the book away, ignoring the fact that it might damage it. He notices your visible confusion, his smirk growing on his features. “What am I supposed to do with a guest who can’t behave?”

You cock your head, strands of your brown hair skimming your shoulders, while your hazel eyes gleam with a certain challenge.

“You’ve answered the question yourself, captain.” You whisper, finding yourself having a hard time to breath properly, the proximity increasing your heartbeat. “I’m your guest, not your crew mate. You can’t treat me like them…”

He presses the palm of his hand against the cool door, his body moving closer, as he traps you there, and forbids you to escape his presence.

“I should treat you differently, then?” His voice is nothing but a long snarl, deep and sensual, sending so many goosebumps down your spine that you’re unable to answer for a minute. “That’s what you want? Something… Different?”

You can’t help but nod to the question, your eyes betraying that desperation, your stomach falling in the depths of your guts, as he comes closer and closer. His palm against the wall eventually falls on your cheek, the pad of his thumb describing the slowest caress you have ever experienced. You breath in and out harshly, anticipating the next movement even if it’s hard to tell what Law has in mind. In addition, for him, the game feels terribly intense, his own excitement almost unbearable. He wants to remember the taste on your lips. To have them printed on his flesh and bask on their scent. He doesn’t feel parted anymore, driven by lust and despair, unable to repress those emotions he has been fighting for so long. Not now that you’re looking at him this way. Not now that he feels the same agony nailing you there, in front of him.

“Guests like you are such a pain in the ass.” Law growls, before he eventually crushes his lips on yours, softly at first, almost too slowly. But soon enough, the desperation wins over reason, the sensuality of his kiss turning into something more intense, needy, and messy.

His slender fingers begin to explore your hair, fondling its softness, playing with your brownish locks, while his mouth doesn’t stop for a second. He doesn’t allow you to catch some fresh air, he doesn’t allow you to think. There, plastered against the kitchen’s door, you’re at his mercy, trapped under his claws. He slams your body harder against the entrance of the cafeteria, both of his hands now cupping your jaw, while he deepens the kiss. He opens his mouth, the tip of his tongue gently entering your cavity, yours immediately meeting his to share the most passionate dance. Both of your breathing are heavy, uncontrollable, a raging fire you both can’t contain anymore.

“Fuck…” Law snarls, while he parts his lips just slightly, not enough for you to escape from their eternal caress over yours. “I don’t want to stop.”

His plea sounds desperate, but you certainly share the emotion. You’ve kissed once. You have already been there together, but it has never been like this. You have been able to stop before things would get complicated. You have been able to find a way to control your emotions, and your desires. Yet now, it seems that you’re both unable to find a way to stop the wheel. You clench your fingers on his arm, pulling him closer, Law obliging, his body leaned with yours as both of his hands follow the curve of your back, only to fall in your rear and grope it.

“Don’t stop, please.” You mumble, your lips brushing his, your hazel irises focused on his. “I don’t want to stop either.”

He hesitates. Should he deny that eternal lust you’re both sharing? Should he act like the man or the captain? Duty over passion? Usually his heart would have been clear about the answer… Though Law can’t lie; he’s a man of many flaws. If he believes he should listen to that little voice in the back on his head, his fingers are already acting differently, palping the curves hidden under your jeans, eager to explore this unknown and unconquered territory, turning your sweet little person into his. He hums longly, his own mind on fire, trying to figure out his own feelings. But while he’s focused on this complicated task, he flinches when he senses the palm of your hand exploring his chest, following the muscles and the dark lines of his tattoo. He can’t be reasonable all the time, after all. A pirate isn’t reasonable. A pirate takes what he wants, and when he craves it.

“Yeah, fuck that.” He answers to his own torment, slamming your body back against the door, pinning both of your hands above your head, his mouth devouring yours in the most unconventional way. There, he can finally unleash what he has always been afraid to explore, his tongue meeting yours instantly, sharing the same passionate dance repeatedly, until you would suffocate and beg for more and some fresh air at the same time. He eventually abandons your pinned hands, one arm rolled around your waist, as he makes you spin, clumsily for sure, but enough for him to find the kitchen table. He helps you jump on it, making sure that you’re all settled and comfortable, at least, in the heat of the moment.

“Here?” You mumble between two kisses, swept in another world, while you can definitely feel the smile growing on his lips.

He grips the bottom of your top and lifts it over your head, while both of his hands finally fall onto your thighs, pulling you at the edge of the table.

“You can’t be picky.” He says with the same warm and tempting tone, his mouth exploring the crook of your neck, fingers eagerly working to unbuckle your pants. “Are you playing the prudish girl with me now?”

You hum loudly to the sensation of his digits on your warm skin, the heat of your body irradiating the entire room, as you wiggle on your legs to help him undress you.

“What if someone comes in?” You warn him, but Law immediately bites your neck, sensually teasing the area with his sharp teeth. “L…Law, I’m serious…”

He knows you’re perfectly serious and wary, yet he doesn’t have time, nor the motivation, to find another spot. Perhaps you could have settled for a more comfortable place, but right now, you’re both surrendering to the lust of the moment, and there’s no time to be afraid. You’re both taking a risk like this, but it’s something he’s more than willing to commit.

“Then, be loud enough to make them understand they really shouldn’t come in.” Law smirks devilishly, as he slides his fingers right into your already damp panties. “That’s what I thought; you really don’t want to go anywhere yourself, do you?”

As he talks, he begins to brush that more than sensitive and needy area of yours, coating his slender digits with your natural wetness, spreading it over your lips and clit, his grey eyes focused on your face, just to be certain that he’s doing an amazing job. He can’t believe he has been depriving himself from this sight, your parted lips and frown beautifully indicating that you wouldn’t survive such a temptation tonight. Too bad, Law thinks, because you’ve definitely signed for the entire show now, and the very thought sends even more blood down into his groin. Without any rush, as his golden stare is focused on your features, he begins to add more pressure down there, his lips finding their way back to yours, stealing another passionate kiss, his own cold heartbeat awakened after so many years. Lust is uncontrollable at this point, his expert fingers increasing their pace, until soft moans and harsh whispers would be swallowed in his throat. You move your hips to follow the rhythm, unable to remain calm and patient now that you have him this way. And surely, he doesn’t wish for you to behave either, devouring you right here with his mouth, fingers skillfully providing you waves of pleasure. 

“Law…” You let loose desperately, as he increases the pace of his knuckles one more time, eager to see at what point you would break and ask for more. 

He smirks against your skin, sensually finding that sensitive spot there, in the crook of your neck, his teeth peppering the area with the most dangerous nibbles. You find yourself bucking your hips to have more, a greedy monster unable to stop, at the edge of having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Perhaps Law felt it, because as soon as you begin to moan harder, he withdraws his fingers, abandoning your needy flower, as he looks at you with a certain satisfaction. Gently, he brings his coated digits to his mouth, shamelessly tasting you, before he eventually presses his palm over your shoulders and invites you to lay back onto the table. 

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He growls, pulling  both his jogging pants and underwear down, revealing his hardness, proudly bumping against his abs. “I wanted it for so long, Eileen.” 

Words are escorted by expert movements of his hands, as he places them on your thighs, pulling on them to find the perfect place, his thumbs caressing your thighs up and down. Once he’s sure you’re in the best position, he grabs his manhood to rub it a few times on your wet lips, each time watching you losing your mind ; he definitely believes he can drive you crazy for minutes like this, yet, he’s also aware that you’re both quite needy and impatient right now. With a slow push of his hips, Law penetrates you, inch by inch, a long shiver running down his spine as he can’t believe how incredible you feel right now. You’re tight enough to drive him insane, his fingers clenched on your skin, a discreet plea escaping his lips. You close your eyes, arching your back, before you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, your hand falling to grip the edge of the table. 

“Don’t tease…” You frown, somehow anticipating another of his little games, as you feel your patience disappearing for good. 

However, it’s definitely not in Law’s plans to tease any longer, his hips suddenly bucking so hard that you see the stars for a second. No, really, he doesn’t wish to waste anymore time, somehow understanding that it has been far from being enough. Right there, narrowed walls trapping his cock inside of you, your face expressing nothing but pure bliss, he doesn’t wish to act cowardly. He wants you to be his, and only his. So without any word, hands coming up to caress your waist then breasts, Law thrusts at first with an easy pace, the room slowly filled with the filthy sound of your collading skins. You moan, your fingers looking for his, your eyes unable to look away, watching his grey eyes lidded, and his dark cheeks tainted with redder colors. You love what you see, finding how beautiful he can be one more time ; a demon of lust and passion, taking you right here, after so many months of teasing. 

For a moment, you wonder how many minutes you can resist before begging him to continue what he has started previously, when his fingers were teasing your most sensitive area, waves of pleasure travelling through your veins like the sweetest illness. You wonder if he will ever go back to this, or only fuck you like this, his hips adopting a steady yet controlled pace, each time extracting more groans from your throat. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but god, you want so much more! You want to see how cruel he can be, the sadistic doctor taking care of this entire operation, until you would met under the power of his aura. 

“Harder, please! Fuck! Please, touch me, give me more, Law…!” 

Your words are almost like a scream ; you straighten yourself back up to roll your arms around his neck, your mouth immediately finding his. You want more, you need more. This is the greedy monster speaking within you at this point, and not the controlled woman you can be. You feel the droplets of sweat cascading down your spine, and his own heat enveloping you as a second skin. He chuckles, and slams his hips with a harsher pace, one of his hands coming between the two of you, only to play with your swollen clit. 

“I didn’t know you could be such a glutton, even for sex,” He growls with a sensual voice, his tongue playing with your earlobe, now that you’re all plastered against him. He rolls his thumb over your clit, focused on your reaction. “Come on, don’t you want to be louder than this?” 

Oh, he can’t help but play with you after all, now that his lust is tainted with the desperate need to tease you. You seem completely swept away, and he loves to have you this way. He slows his pace, only to have the privilege to watch his shaft coming and going so gently inside of you, his thumb sometimes coming down to coat more of your wetness. 

“You really wanted me, do you?” He whispers against your skin, gentle kisses dropped in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I can make you come over and over again…” 

The sweet promise extracts another plea from your throat, as you move your hips to escort his slow thrusts, teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders. Satisfied to see that you’re not even able to answer, he presses his thumb harder on your clit, suddenly adopting such a quick pace that you can’t help but let loose that promised whimper he has desperately wished to hear. It feels too much! You can’t control yourself anymore, digging your teeth and your nails in his skin, trying your best to muffle those lovely sounds he’s the only one allowed to hear. As you finally reach your own nirvana, Law feels himself quite unable to resist the siren call, your walls clenching his cock so hard, that every of his thrust sends him at the edge of his end. As he kisses you one more time, he eventually follows your lead and cums as well, his growls disappearing in your mouth. After a moment when the both of you ride out your orgasms, he eventually pulls out, and wraps his hands behind your back. 

“Are you okay?” He asks, almost tenderly, hoping you don’t regret what just happened between the two of you. 

“Yes,” you reassure with a firm nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “But I’m so sleepy right now…,” 

He smirks and rolls his eyes, creating a room around you both, and holding you tighter than before. He can’t believe you almost made him believe that you weren’t sleepy… Well, for once, he doesn’t wish to scold you anymore. That’s probably for the best, if the two of you can get some sleep at this point. 

“Not in my room…” You mumble one more time, eyes peering up with a certain authority. 

For Law though, you only look like a demanding kitten, not that frightening but terribly cute, and he eventually sighs. 

“I guess for once, I’ll give you the privilege to use the captain’s cabin.” 

As you disappear from the kitchen, the two of you plastered together, Law intimates himself that it can’t be the only night you share together. Right there, with the warmness of your body against him, he begins to realise that you won’t ever be just a guest for him… 

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Extra Part 2

U.A. a school for students to learn how to become the best Pro-Hero. When young Y/n Midoriya returns from her traveling to be accepted through recommendation. What awaits her when she meet the explosive blonde Katsuki Bakugo

Words- 2644

Katsuki Bakugo x Midoriya!Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Cousin!Reader

Warning-Spoilers from show, fighting, blood, and kidnapping 

Series Masterlist

Days had passed and the midterms had gone by and you had passed with flying colors getting sixth ranking and then the practical had been a success for many but not for few. You were worried that Deku would not be able to pass with Bakugo as his partner but somehow he did, and it was truly awesome. With everyone waiting for if they would go to the training camp over the summer.

“Oh, I hope I’m able to go the practical was a disaster.” Ashido whined she and Kaminari were one of the groups not to pass the practical which didn’t put them at an advantage.

“You guys after everything you guys have been through the practical doesn’t define if you’re a good hero or not.” You tried to reassure them.

“How does that help! You were able to pass the practical and midterm by yourself.” Kaminari cried, you blushed and looked down. Because of the odd number, you had created by joining you had to take your practical exam without a partner which seem difficult as you were facing Mr. Aizawa just like Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. They had passed by apprehending him but you stuck with trying to escape as your main focus was him taking your quirk away. After a long battle, you barely made it passed him and was able to escape, though you were given comments on how he would have like to seen you fight or try to apprehend him he praised you for your stealth and skills.

“Well, I mean whatever Mr. Aizawa’s decision is let hope we able to be together.” You tried to fix their lack of confidence. When Mr. Aizawa entered he let out that you were all going to camp which made you all relax, but since some people had failed their practicals they would need extra training which made them groan.

The rest of the day was spent with the group heading to the mall and everyone split off to head off in different directions, you had stuck with Uraraka to get new clothes, you both had ended back at Deku who was with someone and before you, two could realize it was the villain Tomura Shigaraki. He had escaped through the crowd and the police and teachers were informed and with that, the location of the camp was changed.

You all boarded the best sitting with Uraraka across from Deku. Everyone was chatting some yelling which deeply upset Ida. When the bus stopped you all rushed off ready to start the camp when you saw you were all on the cliff, fast forwards to the introduction with the Wild, Wild, Pussycats, being sent into the Beast Forest to fight these dirt monsters and trekking all the way to camp completely exhausted.

After arriving and eating and getting ready to bed, the next day you all were too exhausted but training never the less, Mr. Aizawa pushed you all to use the max strength of your quirks. With your quirk being Telekinesis, the ability to move things with your mind, but the downside was if you lost focus whatever you were moving or was under your control would go back to normal and it took a lot of energy from you. You spent most of the training trying to focus on more than two different items, which proved to be way more difficult to have equal focuses on two completely different objects.

Later by 4:00 pm, you all went off ready to have dinner when once again it was another “challenge” to make your own dinner, unlike last night. You were paired up with Bakugo much to both you’re unenjoyment. He was surprisingly really good at making food.

“You know Blondie if being a Pro doesn’t work out culinary is always out there.” You teased using your quirk to bring more food over to you two.

“Shut Up, Midoriya.” Bakugo growled chopping the food faster. The next day of training you all were pushing your quirks once again Mr. Aizawa reprimand some students who failed their practicals and some like Uraraka and Yuga who barely passed as well. You were working on your skills but was distracted when Mr. Aizawa came over and made you jump, the boulder and other objects you were holding up came crashing down.

“You’re holding back.” He said blatantly You looked away going back to focusing on one of the rocks.

“I’m pushing myself, sir.” You responded.

“You’re doing the same thing you did in the practical and during your first meeting, you holding back untamed potential and for some reason, you scared of it.” He said trying to push you to react, anything.

“I’m not.” You mumbled trying to tune out your teacher that was until he grabbed your arm.

“What are you scared of. What is holding you back? Why won’t you go Plus Ultra.” He kept pushing getting into your head making you more frustrated. Other students from class 1-A and from class 1-B were looking over now.

“I’m not scared!” You yelled your eyes flashing red and you saw him looking behind you. You turned to and saw the boulders you were using were completely destroyed as well as the other objects were crushed. The other students watched in awe and shock at how strong your quirk really was.

“You have untapped potential that you need to stop holding back.” Mr. Aizawa said before turning back to the other students,

“Everyone back to work!” He yelled and they turn back to their exercise. You looked down at your hands and they were still covered with the red haze, you took a breath and the red disappeared from your eyes and hands. You didn’t realize someone was by you until they tapped on your shoulders and you turned around on reflexes and threw a punch only for them to grab it.

“Deku sorry.” You pulled your hand back looking over at the destroyed objects.

“Are you ok Y/n?” Deku looked at you with some concern and you shook your head with a smile.

“Yeah...I’m good just trying to focus on my quirk.” You shrugged reassuring him. Deku nodded not believing your answer but went back to training, you look back at your hands taking a deep breath, not realizing Bakugo is still looking at you. 

After training, you all went to make dinner being told earlier by Pixie-Bob, one of the Pussycat’s that there would be a game later, some kind of test of courage. When you all met up again with the exception of Mina, Rikido, Eijiro, Hanta, and Denki being pulled off by Mr. Aizawa for training because of the practical fail. Pixie-Bob and Ragdoll explained that the test of courage will be taken place in the forest, with each class trying to scare the other as either scarers or scarees. 

Your class had been pair up within groups you and Deku had been paired up and your class was up first as scarers. After the rest of Class, 1-B had finished up with different groups your classes switched so your class was no the scarees. As you and Deku waited for your turn to go in you grabbed your wrist nervous and realized your bracelet was missing.

“Crap my bracelet.” You look around hoping you dropped it by you and then you knew it was in the forest. You had asked Pixie-Bob if you could go back in and grab right as Todoroki and Bakugo were about to go. She nodded and added you with the two boys which Bakugo wasn’t happy about.

“Stop whining, you baby focus on trying to not scream.” You tease as you walked with them. Unknowing to any of you what was in store for you.

Whatever happened had to be dangerous as a classmate from 1-B who you found out was Kosei Tsuburaba been injured. Todoroki had him on his back as you and Katsuki followed him through the forest.

“What the hell is happening.” Bakugo barked out. “Whatever it is we need to head back to the camp and regroup.

“Um, guys.” You point in front of you where there was someone standing over a pool of blood and what looks like a hand.

“Who was in front of us?” Bakugo asked actually worried for his classmates. 

“Fumikage Tokoyami and Mezo Shoji.” Todoroki answered making the villain turn back to your group.

“Guys we got a problem.” You all watched as the villain began to make his way towards the four of you. A pink glow surrounded each of your visions

“This is Mandalay, there is an attack on us by villains uses your quirks to defend yourself, and make your way back to camp to regroup.” Her voice enters through each of your minds. “The villains are looking for Katsuki Bakugo, don’t fight return to safety quickly.” Her voice disappears, right as the villain who quirks causes his teeth to enlarge rushes towards you and Todoroki builds an ice wall pushing him back.

“What the hell, She says we can fight but then tells me not to.” Bakugo growls. The villain known as Moonfish thrust his teeth and breaks through the ice slicing Todoroki’s cheek. Who quickly builds another ice wall.

“There are after you for some reason, and now is not the time to argue we need to get back to the camp.” You said watching the ice slowly crack and you took some broken ice and throw it at some of his teeth breaking it. One of the teeth makes it past the ice and almost hit’s Katsuki if you didn’t pull him out of the way, a red haze surrounding his body.

“I don’t need your help just let me blow this extra up.” His hands start sparking. 

“You can’t the gas is still out there and if your explosions could make it worse. You could also blind both Y/n and me from fighting.” Todoroki explains putting another ice wall up. You look around the fog was close to you and with this villain, you could escape.

You were trapped.

It felt like forever with Todoroki making wall after wall to keep you guys safe that you could see he was getting tired.

“You not going to be able to go much further, Todoroki.” You grabbed his arm keeping him steady as he panted. You could hear loud crashes getting closer to and you saw it was Izuku and Mezo running towards you guys. 

“Quick we need light!” Deku yelled on Mezo back before any of you could as to why a roar rang through the forest. Tokoyami’s Dark shadow appeared and hit Moonfish destroying his teeth. Your hands glow red

“I’ll hold him down why you guys calm him.” You start to walk towards Dark Shadow only to be pulled back by Bakugo

“Wait.” Moonfish gets up ready to attack but is thrown across the forest and hits a tree and is knocked out, “Now!” He yells and you three rush over. The red haze covers Dark Shadow who starts thrashing making you focus harder on keeping him still, your eyes glow red and a burst of energy comes out of your hands distracting Dark Shadow letting Todoroki and Bakugo create light. With the light Dark Shadow shrinks before entering Tokoyami. You stumble falling to your knees a lot of energy taking from you. Todoroki rushes over and helps you up as you stumble back to standing trying to wave him off that you’re fine.

“Y/n! Are you ok?” Deku tries to look at you and you wave him off

“I’m fine just took a lot of energy out of me.” You reassure him still holding onto Todoroki.

“Thank you, I tried to keep Dark Shadow in but seeing Mezo injured I couldn’t control my anger and lost control.” Tokoyami bowed his head in shame.

“That’s what friends do.” You give him a smile.

“What we need to do if bring Katcchan back to camp.” Deku said making everyone nodded, “With Todoroki, Y/n, and Tokyami’s quirks this should be easy.” Deku said.

“I don’t need your help extras I’m fine on your own.” Bakugo hissed not needing protection.

“Hush, you would have been shish kabob if I didn’t pull you away, you getting the escort.” You sent a glare at Bakugo who sent one right back

 “Are you sure you are good Y/n that was a lot of power?” Todoroki asked unsure if you still need the support. You push away standing on your own a little shaky.

“I’m fine you need to carrying Kosei, and I need to make sure this idiot does runoff.” You point to Bakugo who is so close to just strangling you. Everyone nods and beginning to make their way make to camp with Deku on Mezo in the front, Todoroki with Kosei following, with Bakugo behind him grumbling every so often, and you and Tokoyami in the back making sure he doesn’t runoff. What you didn’t know is the villain watching the fight seeing a snippet of your quirk and the potential it would have for a villain. You all were walking and before you could realize Bakugo was gone and before you and Tokoyami could call for the others you both were knocked out.

When the Bakugo Escort had met up with Ochaco and Tsuyu and helped them with Himkio who had sliced Asui’s tongue and Ochaco’s leg.

“What are you guys doing here.” Uraraka asked the group.

“We are escorting Bakugo back to camp.” Deku answered

“Um shouldn’t he be with you then?” Asui pointed behind you and the boys saw that Bakugo, Tokoyami, and Y/n were gone. When the Masked Villain known as Mr. Compress went on how the heroes didn’t deserve Katuski’s caliber and shine bright as a villain. He rushed off telling his team that he has secured Bakugo and to meet at the “collection point.” Mezo realized that Fumikage ad Y/n had also been taken. Mr. Compress talked about how his mission was to capture only Katsuki, but after seeing Fumikage overpower and defeat Moonfish so easily, he decided to kidnap Fumikage as well because of his powerful Quirk and notes that he will prove to be useful. As well as Y/n quirk that was able to take down Tokoyami’s dark shadow and the power she is holding back. Mr. Compress was able to dodge Todoroki’s ice and escape towards the Vanguard Action Squad, if it weren’t for Deku’s quick thinking they wouldn’t have caught up with the villain.

After a quick battle with Shoji, Todoroki, and Deku, Shoji was able to grab the marbles only for them to be pieces of ice and the actual marbles were in his mouth. Thankfully Yuga fired his navel laser towards Mr. Compress’s face as he entered the portal making him spit out the marbles. Deku, Shoji, and Todoroki rushed to grab the marbles but because of Deku’s injuries from saving Kota, he stumbled and fell. Mezo was able to grab one of the marbles and Todoroki was right in reach of the last two marbles when Dabi grabbed it.

“Who do we have.” Dabi looks over at Mr. Compress who release his quirk and Tokoyami, Bakugo, and Y/n were released. Tokoyami is with Deku and the others and you and Bakugo are with the villains.

“Deku..” You groan who every got you had hit you pretty hard.

“Y/N! KACCHAN!” Deku yells using One for All to rush towards you but you’re pulled through the portal as you hear Bakugo

“Stay Back. Deku.” Bakugo said pulled into the portal with you.

You didn’t get a glimpse of where you were as you were knocked out. Deku fell to his knees he had failed, they all had and now two of the most powerful students were missing.

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FIGHTING AND MAKING UP WITH KUROO, DAICHI, KENMA AND AKAASHI

Hiii, thanks for sending a request in!! ♥ And I’m doing pretty alright, thanks for caring ^.^ I hope you’re doing alright too ♥♥ Here’s ya headcanons, I hope you enjoy them!! 

KUROO, DAICHI, KENMA AND AKAASHI FIGHTING AND MAKING UP WITH THEIR S/O

REQUESTED BY: @luveranime​

WARNINGS: FIGHTING, MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIPS, HITTING

KUROO

The fight

♥ You guys were both stressed. you had a lot of finals coming up, along with an anniversary that you both wanted to make special and a few family problems here and there.

♥ He didn’t mean to do it, but he made a sharp jab at your appearance in front of some of his friends, and they laughed at you. It hurt your feelings, and of course you stormed off. 

♥ instead of following you to apologize, he felt irritated and texted you, telling you that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you need to calm down

♥ Of course that pissed you off even more, so when you finally met after school, you blew up at him. It ended up being a screaming match between the two of you, which resulted in you smacking his face after he tells you that he wishes he had dated the girl that picks on you instead

The making up

♥ It took him a day to calm down, but as soon as he realized what he said, he instantly is filled with regret. He knew that he shouldn’t have even made a joke about you in the first place, let alone try and use your bully against you

♥ After you ignore his texts, he ends up buying a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of your favorite pastries. He shows up to your door and holds them up to you when you angrily appear in the doorway

♥ “Go away, Kuroo. I’m beyond angry with you.” You say, trying to hold back your tears as the fight from the other day resurfaces in your mind yet again. “Y/N, I was so wrong. I’m truly sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I did.” He’ll look up at you with pleading eyes. “I really want to talk through it with you. Please.” He’ll say, practically begging.

♥ When you finally let him in, he’ll scoop you up into a hug and apologize profusely. You guys will talk it out, and you’ll both come to terms with what had gone wrong. You both were stressed and tired. Kuroo shouldn't have made that initial jab, and you shouldn't have smacked him. You’ll end up splitting your pastries with him as you cuddle and watch TV, glad that the fight was no longer at the top of your head

DAICHI

The fight

♥ Daichi had lost a very important match to him, and he was sulking around for a whole week. By Friday, you were completely over it. You hated seeing your boyfriend upset, but this was just too far!

♥ After school on Friday, you tried to convince him to skip practice for just one day, so that he can take a break and you can treat him to a nice dinner

♥ At first, it was just a simple “no”. But as you kept pestering, he became more and more angry. Finally it ended in him snapping at you. “Enough, Y/N! I have to practice in order to get better, which means I don’t have time to sit around eating a fancy dinner while my team works hard. Go home.” 

♥ Strangely enough, the thing that hurt the most was those last two words. So you left the gym, tearing up, and went to a nearby park instead to hang out and calm yourself down.

The making up

♥ After practice, Daichi blows off all his steam and finally realizes how he’s been acting all week. He’ll consult with Sugawara for some advice about how to apologize to you

♥ So as he leaves practice and makes his way to the convenience store for some of your favorite chocolates, he passes through the park that has housed many of your dates

♥ He doesn’t expect to stumble across your bent over form, seemingly sleeping. “That’s not safe at all.” He’ll mumble to himself, quickly walking over to you.

♥ When you wake up and see his face, for a split second you forget about the fight and you’re happy. But then it all comes crashing down and you instantly turn sour again. “What is it.” You ask, your voice flat

♥ He simply pulls you into a giant hug and kisses your head. “I was wrong. I’m so sorry, Y/N. Can I please buy you some chocolate?” He’ll say, swinging you around. How can you stay mad when he’s swinging you like an over sized stuffed animal? It was actually a little funny.

♥ You’ll snuggle into him. “As long as you carry me.” You’ll say softly. So he’ll give you a piggyback ride to the store and buy you a pile of chocolates, and you’ll finally be able to get him to come to your house, where you’ll cuddle and share your sweets.

KENMA

The fight

♥ Kenma’s always been too absorbed in his video games, but you never thought it would actually come in between your relationship. You cared deeply for him, and even though he struggled to show it, you knew he felt the same for you.

♥ In the past, you had an ex who only cared about two things: video games, and using your body to make him feel good. But he never actually cared about you

♥ The fear of that happening again was prominent in your relationship with Kenma, but you never told him. You didn’t want to scare him off.

♥ It really flared up, however, when Kenma was playing his video games and reached an intense level. You were trying to coax him from the game to cuddle, and you had no idea that he was fighting such an important boss. So when he yelled at you to back off and shot you a cold glare, it sent you instantly into a panic. 

♥ “I was just trying to be a caring girlfriend, jerk!” You yell, storming off. Kenma is so wrapped up in his game, that he doesn’t process what you said until he’s finished with the boss and is standing up to stretch. Then it hits him like a ton of bricks. But you’re already on the bed underneath a heavy blanket, sobbing and having flashbacks to your abusive ex

The making up

♥ Kenma will creep upstairs and enter the bedroom, instantly laying down on the bed next to you and peeking through the blankets at your wet face

♥ “Y/N, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry.” He’ll whisper. You’ll ignore him though. That’s what he used to always say. He wouldn’t stop though. You thought to yourself, anger bubbling up in your stomach. 

♥ You’ll snap at him before finally descending into another puddle of sadness, and he’ll simply lay his arm over you and rub your back. Only after 10 long minutes of sobbing will Kenma finally ask why this was hurting you so much

♥ As soon as you work up the guts to explain your ex-boyfriend, Kenma looks heartbroken. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I would never do those kinds of things to you. I would never intentionally treat you like that.” It’s very rare that you see so much emotion on his face, but tonight, it made your heart swell

♥ He’ll spend the rest of the night cuddling you and whispering sweet things to you, because he never wants to see you go

AKAASHI

The fight

♥ You knew and accepted that Akaashi was more of a stoic, serene person. That’s one of the reasons why he caught your eye. He was such a stark contrast to your best friend, Bokuto, yet he still hung by his side all of the time.

♥ You both were pretty in love, even though he had a harder time outright showing it. But after a week of seemingly being brushed off and being faced with a blank face and monotone voice, you finally were starting to feel angry

♥ It resulted in an argument where for the first time, you actually saw Akaashi angry. “All I’m asking is for you to stop playing this cool and collected man all of the time! I just want to see some emotions other than that!” You yell at him. He counters with “I can’t change my face, Y/N!” 

♥ You guys will go back and forth, only interrupted when Bokuto comes rushing into the room to show you both something stupid. You’ll simply storm off, giving Akaashi one last glare

♥ He’ll stay back and vent to Bokuto (who’s in shock) while you head to an empty classroom to cry your heart out

The making up

♥ Halfway through crying, you’ll realize that he truly is just like that. You’ll feel bad for picking a fight with him, and try and think of the ways you can make it up to him

♥ Meanwhile, Akaashi is unknowingly sitting in the empty classroom across from you, realizing that you’re right. He does need to show a little more emotion. 

♥ You both will exit the rooms at the same time, spot each other, and pull each other into a huge hug. “I’m so sorry, Akaashi, I shouldn’t have picked a fight over something so stupid!” You’ll cry out. He’ll bury his face in your kneck and say “No, Y/N. You’re right, I can be way too stoic sometimes. I’ll work harder to show a little more emotion.” 

♥ You’ll both stand there, holding each other, while coming to terms with the fact that Akaashi will always lean towards the stoic type, but he will work a little harder to show a little more emotion towards you. 

♥ Eventually, you’re able to help draw him from his shell a little more. Because of this small fight, by the end of the year, Akaashi openly laughs more, smiles, and isn’t afraid to express his anger or irritation when the situation calls for it.

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So let’s talk about Cas’s issues, and how they hit that nerve of Dean’s insecurities. 

I feel like Dean’s personal issues get discussed a lot (by myself included), both from a Dean-positive take and from the pressure placed on this character in a more negative way. There’s a lot of expectation placed on Dean as a character and ironically enough, in that process I feel like even Cas fans don’t do enough digging into what makes Cas tick, what his weak points are, his fears, his cyclical dysfunctional hang-ups. Cas is a layered, complicated, well-developed character with a now 12 season history on the show, as a main character, even if he is less prominent than Sam and Dean, and as such this means there are flaws as well as goodness in him. It does Cas a disservice to paint him as never wrong, as never causing hurt to those he loves. I’m not speaking as a Dean fan here, but as a Cas fan, this just isn’t about fairness to Dean, I feel there is an actual imbalance in how these discussions tend to go and it’s kind of a habitual tendency in the fandom. In part fueled by the fact that Dean is so open with his feelings, shows that he feels things SO hard and so deeply, that’s the character, and that kind of makes Dean a lightning rod to talk about Dean feelings, good or bad.

Canonically, Cas tends to get less pov due to structure, when Cas isn’t in every ep of a season and where SPN structurally puts Sam and Dean as the center spokes of the wheel, no matter how near the center Cas is of that show wheel. Cas has become another core pillar--Dabb referred to Cas along with Dean as a “core character” in his pre 15.09 interview. But because logistically, Dean still carries more pov on the show, we get more looks into Dean’s mind than into Cas’s. Which isn’t as great for Dean fans as you might think because by SPN not giving more Cas pov, it’s putting more and more of the responsibility for making the profound bond work onto Dean and Dean’s pov. While Cas has contributed plenty to this rift that developed.

There’s also the thing about the fandom default perception is that Dean is repressed emotionally. Which, sure, in many respects, yeah. But not in the way it’s popularized in fandom. Dean is actually the more facile, open, raw, vulnerable in expression of his emotions, with big outbursts, of hurt/anger or softness. He goes big. He expresses. He cries easily. He doesn’t exactly hide. He wears his heart on his sleeve. But because Dean is also a character who constructed facades to survive, he puts on facades and one facade is "no chick flick moments.” A facade I’ve pointed out again and again he’s terrible at maintaining, nonetheless it is real and he can be gruff and he does at times try to hide from his own feelings, and avoid, and struggles not to say stuff and then it gets out anyway. But he’s also very openly emotional.

While Cas is actually far more locked up emotionally as a character. Far more repressed than Dean. Look at his background. Millennia as an angel. Shoved back through the angel reprogramming machine every time he displayed an independent thought. Angels have emotions. They are not unfeeling. But they are taught emotions are weaknesses. They are a taint. They are dangerous. A lot of Cas’s arcing over the past 11 years has been about learning what emotions are and how to manage them. Even if we remove that factor, Cas also has a personality of his own, as a character, and is a survivor of trauma and abuse, as Dean is. Cas, like Dean, carries a lot of anger.

Cas is impulsive. Sometimes heedless. Ironically, he often pulls Dean back from heedlessness. But he has that tendency and Cas’s heedlessness tends to result in cosmic level events (leviathans unleashed, angels falling). He has a temper. He will end you if you hurt those he loves. Cas in the past has shown a hubris about how he has to fix all the things because these frail humans he loves can’t, Dean’s “just a man,” and while Cas definitely outgrew that, there are remnants still there. Which isn’t JUST hubris. Cas, being an abuse and torture survivor, being a survivor of emotional neglect, similarly to Dean, also has, similarly to Dean, this thing about needing a mission, a purpose. He needs to be needed. And if he isn’t serving a purpose, if he feels he isn’t being useful, then he feels worthless. The Dean corollary to that is Dean’s lack of self worth in what his father instilled in him--that he has no purpose, no mission, outside of protect Sam, and the hunt.

This need for purpose and Cas’s insecurities powered a lot of his arc with Jack. Cas’s relationship with Dean evolved over time. They didn’t stay just the same. In some ways the bond equalized in good ways, but as part of that, Cas was no longer the “Winchesters’ guardian” of early Cas seasons. That role gave Cas purpose. As Cas drew deeper and deeper into the family, as his character developed and he increasingly got his own arcs, which are all good things, that also meant Cas wondered what his purpose is.

Protecting Jack gave him purpose. A mission. Someone to look after. His relationship with Dean isn’t that. That hit a height with “draped yourself in the flag of Heaven” at the end of S9. By S11 the focus shifted to Dean’s drive to save Cas. Dean and Cas’s relationship is that of peers, fellow soldiers, friends, and yes, on a coded level that’s been harder and harder to ignore in later seasons, lovers/husbands. 

Cas devoting himself all to Dean wasn’t sustainable. Just as Dean couldn’t perpetually be all about Sam, but while Dean and Cas are more peers/husbands role, Dean is Sam’s stand-in parent. Dean was parentified at the age of four. Sam as recently in 15.09 says Dean raised him. Sam knows his actual father figure is Dean, not Bobby, not John. There’s a whole lot about Sam and Dean’s relationship that made a lot more sense to me once I kept that in mind, that symbolically they were parent/child not just siblings/hunting partners. (Their codependency added another complication into the mix) That is not the relationship Dean and Cas have ever had. They are protective of each other. But it’s not a pseudo parent-child relationship. Nor are they codependent. But Dean always had a Sam, while Cas...did not have a Sam. Dean wasn’t his Sam, once he found a Dean. Dean was something else entirely. Not less, but different.

Enter Jack and while I was resistant to that arc initially, in the long game I can see multiple overarching purposes for the story. One of them is Cas’s character development. While the Cas and Jack bond isn’t just like Sam and Dean’s, and I’m not suggesting it is, it has that similar pseudo parent-child aspect. Jack is all of Team Free Will’s kid, but I think the way Jack impacted Cas’s arc made the most seismic shifts. 

The thing about this S15 rift with Dean and Cas is that it’s not really about Dean’s existential crisis about “realness.” It’s not actual about Mary or Jack or that freakin’ snake. Well, it is...I’m not suggesting Dean had no valid reason to be hurt and upset with Cas. That is real. But this was ramped up as a culmination of years of issues. It mashed Dean’s buttons so hard because these are reflective of cyclical behaviors that come from Cas and it hurts Dean every time. Underlying all that, maybe subtextually, Dean’s doubts about realness played into it here as well. But the doubts, fears, insecurities, and hurts Dean feels about Cas are there regardless. Chuck applied pressure points to hasten the rift. To rip them apart because that serves his purpose but all he did was play on their actual insecurities and feelings and then watch them dance to his tune. 

One of Dean and Cas’s issues has been things that have been there a long time, in the relationship, where Dean’s chronic issues play on Cas’s insecurities and Cas’s chronic issues play on Dean’s insecurities. There’s a bunch I could reel off. Dean’s abandonment issues vs. Cas’s tendency to keep things from Dean, not turn to Dean, not trust Dean, for one. This is something Cas has done for years, long before Jack, and it hurt Dean then and it hurt Dean now. Just for example.

I feel like what happened late S14/early S15 is that all these long running issues they never addressed came crashing down on the bond at once. 

The things that are Cas’s issues, Cas hasn’t talked much about. Cas doesn’t talk about his innermost emotional landscape the way Dean does. Sometimes he does speak his feelings, but I wish he’d do it more often. 

The things Cas has done in the past that hit on Dean’s abandonment issues all got ramped up with Jack. And it happened more than once. Why is Dean so hurt. Look at how he responds to Cas keeping things from him, or to losing Cas, or to Cas not reaching out to Dean, trusting Dean enough to go to him in the past. How hard that has been on Dean. Take your pick of plots. Cas teaming up with Crowley. Cas and the monster souls. Cas running off with the angel tablet. 

With Jack there was a string of events. It wasn’t just the one thing. This isn’t my condemnation of Cas or because I don’t get Cas’s motivations and good intentions. Or about Cas being right/wrong. Right or wrong, his actions still hurt Dean. Being a parent added such a completely new layer into Team Free Will bonds, the TFW familial unit shifted. Change can be hard on a relationship anyway.

Quick recap of the sequence of events with Cas and Jack: it was Cas slipping away from Dean as Cas devoted himself to a nephilim in embryo. When Cas bonded with Jack’s grace in the womb. When Dean said he didn’t recognize Cas. There was Cas’s belief in the vision Jack showed him. It was Kelly giving Cas a mission to protect her son. Cas, like Dean, feels a strong sense of duty. Remember Dean’s S2 speech when Sam died? How Dean expressed the depth of his sense of failure? “I had one job, to keep you safe.” And by the end of S14, Cas lost Jack. He had one job. To keep Jack safe.

Cas pretty much thinks he’s worthless without that, same as Dean.

So there’s Cas, taken by Kelly after Dean was begging him--begging him--to return to the bunker with them so they could talk. While Kelly effectively prevented Cas from taking the action he might have done of his own volition since she drove off in the Impala with Cas still inside it and he couldn’t stop the car without hurting her and her unborn child, the element of choice there is murky. But Cas did choose to protect Jack. He did choose to knock out Sam and Dean at the playground. There’s Dean, as he has in prior seasons, seeing Cas walking away again. 

Then it happens again. Cas heedlessly goes after Lucifer, when he should have waited, Cas was so focused on his Jack mission, and as a result, Lucifer stabs Cas dead, right in front of Dean’s eyes. So Dean loses Cas again, and audience gets to see Dean is utterly devastated (but Cas doesn’t). 

But then Dean gets Cas back! His big win...which Dean confesses to Sam but again, Cas doesn’t get to hear it. And then right after getting Cas back, Cas is running off again, due to Jack. Dean begs Cas--BEGS HIM--let me come along, you need backup and Cas says no. Because Cas has to fix all the things himself. So Cas gets kidnapped and locked in an angel proof cell. Dean doesn’t even know he’s lost Cas this time due to voice mimicky plot, but there it is again, Dean loses Cas, again for Jack. Then Cas keeps that detail about Felix the snake from Dean, which wasn’t right for Cas to do, to be so secretive. Whatever his intentions, no that wasn’t right, and it goes right back to Cas’s tendencies shown in earlier seasons. To fix the thing himself. Anael calls Cas on it, even. His fears. Which leads to Cas finally going to Sam and Dean with the information. Cas apologizes and confesses, explains in a rare moment of us actually getting to see inside Cas’s emotional landscape that he was scared what Jack losing his soul would do to tear this TFW family apart. What Cas would lose because of that. A hella lot of that is about Dean, not just TFW or Jack. 

None of this has ever been Cas not caring about Dean. Cas was there for Dean in S14. He fought to save Dean, first from Michael, then the Ma’lek box. But Dean and Cas don’t exist in a profound bond bubble.

Dean doesn’t even know yet that Cas sold himself to The Empty to save Jack midway through S14. Should we start screaming now?

So after Cas’s confession and apology late in S14 about what Jack did to the snake that Cas didn’t clue in Sam and Dean about, Mary is dead, because of soulless Jack, and all hell breaks loose with Jack, and Dean believes the only way out of this with soulless Jack is to kill soulless Jack. Cas doesn’t agree. Dean delivers an ultimatum, my way or the highway and who cares what you think (bad move, Dean). So to save Jack and Dean, because if Dean shot Jack with Chuck’s gun, it would kill Dean too, Cas runs off to get to Jack first. 

From Dean’s perspective he’s seing Cas’s back again, leaving him again. Losing Cas again.

Think about how this steps on the same nerves as Cas’s vanishing acts in earlier seasons, or Cas walking into the lake, or Cas staying behind in Purgatory when Dean did everything he could to save him. Think about Dean’s abandonment issues. Think about how Dean’s abandonment issues and this repeat cycle of Cas’s inherent tendency to not get that he should loop his family into things, that he can’t fix it all on his own, of leaving, even if he always comes back. And no we can’t blame Cas for the times he left when he didn’t want to, when something happened to Cas, but when he vanished into the lake in 7.01, when he insisted on staying behind in Purgatory in S8, when he heedlessly went pell mell after Lucifer--Dean losing Cas was a direct result of Cas’s choices. Where Cas put himself into a position where Dean lost him. 

This has happened again...and again. Imagine the heart-crushing heartbreaking panic for Dean during their Purgatory revisit when Cas disappeared. It’s Dean having to relive his Cas trauma. Because guess what, Dean loves Cas a lot. I don’t know how this even became in question in fandom, it continues to utterly baffle me. 

So it’s not really about Jack though. I’m not blaming the Jack storyline for this. What happened was the Jack storyline brought those issues to a boiling point. Cas’s insecurities and drive to have a mission. Dean’s abandonment issues clashing with Cas’s running off again. Repeatedly. 

What’s going to happen when Dean finds out about The Empty deal, and not just the deal itself but the fact Cas kept that, too, from him. I don’t think it will be rage this time. Not after 15.09. It will however, I suspect, be utterly devastating for Dean...maybe this time he won’t snap at Cas, he’ll just say how devastating it is, before he and Sam get to work on a solution. And Cas will have to witness how devastating it is. Cas hearing Dean’s prayer in 15.09 is such a big deal and I really really hope this hit Cas hard and woke him up to some things. Because with all of Cas’s particular insecurities, despite the fact that Dean has repeatedly shown Cas directly how much he matters, there’s also been plenty audience gets to see (Cas is family/Dean’s grief arc/Cas is a big win) that Cas hasn’t. Cas hearing Dean’s prayer here I think will change things. Cas won’t be the same. Dean won’t be the same. The bond won’t be the same. In a good way. 

15.09 didn’t feel like resolution to me, and I’m glad Dabb confirmed that in his pre ep interview. It felt like ice melting, barriers crumbling. That’s good. It’s a start. That will help them with what’s next. But they have so much to work through still. Because their problems aren’t just from recent plot events, or Chuck. These tap into some fundamental things about them each that affects their bond. I’ve been saying this since before the end of S14, this isn’t hear to destroy their bond, it’s to level it up. It’s to deepen it, to fix what’s been amiss at the root and realize it into something even more powerful.

I need Cas to speak, not just Dean. Not just for my ship but for the character, I need more looks into Cas’s inner emotional landscape and how he feels about his own insecurities and I’d love to see an equally big confession about his Dean feelings.

[zairapvrker]

oookay, so i made the rookie mistake of deleting post this before it was finished and had to delete it, so the ask got lost. luckily i had screenshotted it, i hope you’ll see this anyway dear anon! thank you for requesting and i hope you’ll like this💕 (unedited)

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This dance around your feelings was softly killing you both. When you were with him you felt like flying and falling at the same time, knowing that he wouldn’t be there to break the fall but choosing to jump anyway. Calum had been a friend of yours for forever, and since you could remember you’d always wished you two could be more. What you did not know was that he felt the same - but the two of you were always too blind to see it, always afraid of losing each other.

If the two of you were together, you didn’t care for the rest of the world at all, alienating yourselves and entering your own little world. 

There had been a few close calls, a few times when either one of you had almost crossed that invisible line drawn in between your hearts, but out of fear it never really went where you were both hoping it would.  Anyone with a pair of eyes could see that you were meant to be, not the two of you though. 

The crowd was the same as always, that Saturday night, when you got to the bar where you were supposed to meet your friends. You saw them occupying your usual booth in the far corner of the room as soon as you walked in, your eyes trained to go that direction almost automatically. The night was going great, everyone had a few drinks in their systems and you were currently playing the most fun game of pool of your life, probably because none of your friends was getting it right. You doubled over in laughter as you saw one of them miss their shot and almost fall onto the table and disrupting the game. Everything was good, you even liked the music blasting through the speakers. That’s when you saw him. Calum, wrapped up into the arms of somebody you didn’t recognize, so close your gut wrenched as you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

Surely you must be mistaken, you must be jumping to conclusions. But they had smiles that, you thought, shined twice as bright than yours when you were together. Calum was making her laugh, the unmistakable glow you loved lighting up his features as well. You refused to listen to reason, the small voice in your own head suggesting why you shouldn’t be letting your heart break over an assumption. But you wouldn’t listen to yourself.  He wasn’t even yours to begin with, why should you be sad? But the heart has its reasons which reason does not know.

You bid goodbye to everyone, pretending to be tired, as you spared Calum one last glance. His eyes met yours from across the bar, just one second was enough to make you tremble. You left without looking back.

It had been a week since then and you’d let yourself focus on your work and nothing else to keep your mind from replaying the image you had of him with her in your head. That obviously meant ignoring Calum as well.

The poor boy had no idea what had happened, if he’d done something to upset you and he was starting to worry. At the beginning, all that he could get out of you were short answers, telling him that you were busy and couldn’t talk, couldn’t meet. Then that had turned into complete silence and he was about to combust. He’d been fidgety and tense all week, distracted and worried. You’d been on his mind all day everyday, but then again, when weren’t you? Calum took it upon himself to go and check on you, still remembering where your spare key was hidden. He had a bunch of snacks with him and was ready for whatever issue you were going to throw at him. Or so he thought.

Before he could even look under the potted plant of your nextdoor neighbour, where your key was, you opened up the door and a man he didn’t recognize came out, waving you goodbye. He froze.  As soon as you saw Calum you did too, not expecting him to be at your house. You looked at him confused. “Calum” you let out in a sigh.

“Hi” he said through gritted teeth. “Is him why you’ve been avoiding me?” before he could even realize what he was going to say his mouth spoke for him.

Anger built up inside of you. He was one to talk. “I’m sorry, what?” 

“Oh, you heard me the first time” things were excalating quickly and before he could add anything, you’d pulled him into the apartment, slamming the door shut.

“What are you even going on about?” you exclaimed, throwing your ands up and walking to the living room, Calum hot on your trail.

“You’ve barely talked to me all week long, only sparing me yes or no answers and pathetic excuses” his voice started to raise, his bottled up emotions finally being let free.

“I told you I was busy” you retorted, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Bullshit!” you’d barely ever seen Calum like this, and you never wished for this to happen again. “Or maybe, yeah, you were busy with him” he mirrored your stnce, his chin pointing to the direction of the front door.

That was a low blow and it hit you where it hurt, you’d refrained speaking to him in fear of speaking words you could never take back and he had the nerve to come to you just to yell at you? You weren’t having it.  “And even if I was? That’s none of your damn business” 

He scoffed to hide the pain he was feeling, not allowing you to win this yet. “It’s my business alright! I’m your best friend and you won’t even talk to me”

Those two words stung even more than what he’d said before, but you didn’t know about the bitter taste left in Calum’s mouth after he’d spoken them. “Well I could say the same” you said.

“You’re the one who’s keeping secrets and ignoring me” he knew he was being childish, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Yeah, says the onewho hasn’t told me about his new girl” this was hurting you more than you wished it did.

“What girl?” he asked dumbfounded. You scoffed.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me” you snickered. “I saw you two at the bar, last week” you spat, the image of them still fresh in your mind.

Calum had to stop and think for a second, almost not understanding what you were talking about. “That’s a friend of Mali’s, she asked me to show her ‘round” he replied, recalling the events of the week prior. “If you hadn’t bolted out of the bar I would’ve introduced her to you”

“Yeah, and I’m supposed to believe that when she was all over you” 

“She wasn’t all over me” he defended. 

“Was too” 

“Was not!” you were about to speak again, before he cut you off. “Will you listen to yourself? You’re being a child”

“You’re one to talk after coming here to yell at me over my fucking neighbor asking for some sugar!” the silence was heavy, your words ringing in the air.

After what felt like forever, Calum finally spoke. “That was you neighbour?” you just nodded, not even wanting to keep the conversation going. He remained quiet a while longer, before speaking again. “I still don’t know why you haven’t talked to me in a week”

You sighed, hiding your head into your hands as you sat down on the couch. Calum was mindful of sitting further away from you than he usually would. You looked at him right in the eye, seeing expectation in them, but you didn’t want to adress the elephant in the room yet. “I still don’t know why you seem to hate my neighbour” you spoke, voice quiet and throat burning lightly from  the screaming match that had just ended. 

Calum figured he had nothing to lose right now, apparently you were avoiding him anyway. “I got jealous” he said it in a whisper. Your breathing stilled as you waited for him to go on. “I hadn’t heard anything from you in a week and I was worried something happened or that I’d done something, then I come here to make sure everything’s alright and he comes out of your apartment and you’re smiling and I’m not the reason-” he cut his blabbering short, inhaling deeply as you waited again, sure he could hear the frantic beating of your heart.

“I guess I just really like you” Calum looked at you, ready for you to start laughing and tell him that he might as well just get out, but he was met with utter surprise.

“You like me” you repeated, shifting your gaze from him to the floor. 

“I do” he confirmed, trying to calm down. “Please say something”

But how could you? You were sure you were going into shock. You looked at him again after interminable moments, a shy smile adorning your lips. “I guess I just really like you to” 

It was Calum’s turn to be shocked, as you explained why you didn’t give him the chance to stop you a week prior at the bar, the huge misunderstanding that led you to ignore him for days on end in hopes to shield yourself from heartbreak without him ever having to know. 

You were both idiots, you concluded as you started laughing at your stupidity. He shifted closer to you on the couch, his eyes bright and searching for yours, finding them moments later with just as much glee in them. Calum lifted a hand to lightly place on your cheek, stroking the skin softly with the pad of his thumb. “Can I kiss you?” he asked trembling in expectation. 

You just smiled and nodded, bringing your face closer to his until your lips crashed, knowing right then and there that he’d always be there to break your fall.

[atinytokki]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥

Chapter 8: A Requiem 

Seonghwa screamed into the hand uselessly, and arms stiff with cramps flew up to try to defend himself, scratching his attacker as deeply as he could. His eyes were squeezed together so tightly, it took him a moment to realise the blindfold was gone.

Don’t take your blindfold off. Under any circumstances.

All he could do while his struggles weakened was clench his eyes tightly shut.

He was powerless.

“Seonghwa! Seonghwa, stop.”

A voice whispered back at him, and he found himself relaxing.

“...Hongjoong?”

No, it was his mind playing tricks.

“Yes, it’s me Seonghwa. It’s alright, you can open your eyes.”

Open his eyes? No, not under any circumstances, any circumstances at all...

But it was Hongjoong.

Unless it was a trick, unless it was San with a trick from Babylon—

“Prove it.”

“Not this again,” the voice muttered, the fleeting annoyance so familiar. “How about... you’ve been practicing a song. For when the officers ask you to help them sleep.”

Seonghwa carefully blinked his eyes open.

There was Hongjoong.

There were a few new scratches on his face, but it was still him.

Relief stronger than any Seonghwa had ever felt washed over him and he practically collapsed into him. Hongjoong held him there for a moment, graciously refraining from commenting on the soaked blindfold he was holding.

“How did you know that?” Seonghwa whispered. Not what he had expected to be asking first, but he let it out nonetheless.

“You think no one can hear you, but you forgot we share a room.” The chuckles escaping Hongjoong were contagious, and Seonghwa found himself laughing too.

He didn’t realise he was crying as well until Hongjoong pulled back and scanned his face with concern.

“I’ve got you now, it’s alright. San is being taken care of and-”

“M-Mingi and Yunho!” Seonghwa hated how scared he sounded, but he had been terrified. “Where are they?”

“Jongho and Yeosang found them just over there,” Hongjoong pointed but Seonghwa didn’t even look. He couldn’t look anywhere other than Hongjoong’s face, testing again and again that it was real. “They’re getting them to the crow’s nest. Sorry, we tried to be quiet but I suppose we’ve just scared you. Come with me, I’ll take you up there too—”

“But San-”

“-Is being taken care of, I told you. Wooyoung and Eden have him cornered by now.” Hongjoong began trying to help Seonghwa to his feet.

Stiff limbs protested, and Seonghwa blushed at the fact that he had to be helped up like a frightened child. But the fear he had felt, the terror engulfing his senses in what he thought were his last moments... it was almost too much to handle. And it lingered still, even as Hongjoong squeezed his hand and led him into the lamplight.

Hongjoong’s words finally caught up to him.

Wooyoung was alright.

“Eden...?”

“I guess you’ve missed a lot,” Hongjoong’s voice was soft and contemplative. “We’ll fill you in when this is taken care of.”

Gradually as they reached the upper decks, Seonghwa detached himself from Hongjoong. He’d experienced a moment of weakness, but he was fine without holding someone’s hand now.

Seonghwa suddenly remembered he was supposed to be upset with Hongjoong for leaving him.

“Is Babylon dead, at least?”

Hongjoong simply nodded, beginning his ascent of the rigging after a scan of the main deck. Clearly, he sensed the shift in the atmosphere, judging by how he didn’t look back to check if Seonghwa was following. He’d been scolded by him enough to know when the storm was about to break.

“You shouldn’t have left like that,” Seonghwa let it out quietly but insistently. “Especially bringing Yeosang and Jongho with you, you could’ve all been killed and—”

“We’re not doing this right now,” Hongjoong turned around and gave him a pointed look. “Chew me out for it later, but I did the right thing.”

“The reckless thing,” Seonghwa amended, grumbling mostly to himself. It had been awhile since he’d climbed as high as the crow’s nest, but his pride wouldn’t let him ask for Hongjoong’s help now.

Yunho peeked his head over the side of the crow’s nest and beckoned them in, visibility relieved that Seonghwa had made it out of there. He and Mingi spewed apologies that Seonghwa waved off, promising them he was fine and nothing happened.

It... It was true, technically.

“I didn’t see San in the lower levels or anywhere on the main deck,” Hongjoong explained once all six of them were crammed into the small space. “Where is he?”

“I’m fairly certain he backed himself into your cabin, Captain,” Yeosang explained from where he sat, clearly agitated, in the middle of the nest with his arms tight around him. It had slipped Seonghwa’s mind until now that Yeosang was afraid of heights.

Mingi trained his gun on the door far below them. “He won’t find us up here, but if he does... we’ll make sure he doesn’t reach us.”

Seonghwa swallowed and turned to look at the door. Poor San was still in there, fighting the demon from inside. All they needed was for him to regain enough control to stop this game of cat and mouse until they exorcised him. On second thought, that was quite a demanding list, but one thing at a time.

Seonghwa’s intent staring at the door to the Captain’s cabin was halted when something pressed into his side. He turned to see Hongjoong holding out his coat for him. “What? Why?”

Hongjoong blinked at him like it was obvious. “Hyung, you’re practically in shock,” Jongho explained slowly for him. “You’ve been hyperventilating for the past five minutes, and you’re shivering as if it was snowing out.”

Oh. No wonder everyone was looking at him like that.

Seonghwa looked at the still-present gooseflesh on his arms and reluctantly accepted the coat as it was slung over his shoulders, but not without a glare at Jongho for the wisecrack.

As loath as he was to accept anything from Hongjoong now that he was angry with him, he had to concede that it was helpful.

He felt his trembling slowing down and his breaths even out, and everything hit him at once. The adrenaline crashing and exhaustion taking hold of him. All that pent up energy he had channeled towards staying alive left his system in one fell swoop.

Soon, it was hard to keep his eyelids open and he barely lifted a finger when the others encouraged him to lay down next to Yeosang.

He watched Mingi’s gun like a lifeline, making sure he didn’t fire it until the last possible second. They would not throw San’s entire life away.

That was his last thought as he finally let sleep swallow him.

...

Wooyoung’s arm ached in its sling and his head was still pounding from the blows it had received, but at least the blood had been wiped off his face and he wasn’t facing San alone now.

He shifted his eyes to the pirate accompanying him as they walked up through the lower decks. Eden was recognisable from his wanted posters, but his face was softer and less angular than the artists portrayed. The more Wooyoung looked, the more he realised Eden was just a normal man.

His face revealed nothing, but there was a storm of emotions swimming in his eyes that made Wooyoung uncomfortable. He considered whether attempting conversation was a good idea or not. Eden evidently had no inclination to.

Wooyoung wondered if the pirate’s preference for silence was the reason the mainland never heard of his return from the dead.

And a good thing, too. Wooyoung remembered the hysteria over the dreaded pirate. If the Navy got their hands on him or his apprentice, it was surely straight to the gallows for them.

“Are all of you children?”

Wooyoung looked up at Eden as his thoughts dissipated. “Do you consider me a child?” He asked quietly instead of answering the question.

Eden scanned his face for a moment and nodded.

“Well, in that case... No, not all of us. All the officers and many of the crew are my age or younger. But there are older men to do the heavy lifting and various tasks.”

“Why?” Eden sighed, having difficulty grasping the concept. “Piracy is dangerous.”

“We’re here nonetheless,” Wooyoung responded firmly, ascending the last step and coming out on the main deck. “So we might as well be around people we can trust.”

Eden didn’t respond, but Wooyoung could see that he was still grappling with the idea of children running a ship.

Funny. One would think the infamous pirate Eden would approve of such an endeavour, especially one led by his apprentice.

A strangled scream from the captain’s cabin grabbed Wooyoung’s attention. He and Eden sprinted the few steps between the hatch and the cabin and peeked inside to see what was going on.

Wooyoung breathed a sigh of relief.

San was alone, grabbing his head and stumbling around, but at least he was alone. Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m assuming you know what to say to him?” Eden asked, turning to look at Wooyoung expectantly.

“No, not really,” Wooyoung admitted, reaching for the handle and wincing when it squeaked at being turned.

Eden stifled a groan behind him. This was suicide.

San didn’t even notice them enter, still lost in his own mind as he tugged at his hair and curled up on the floor. The room was a mess, parchment and writing supplies thrown around every which way, books strewn over the carpet, and furniture tipped onto its side. There was a shattered bottle of rum in the corner, and Wooyoung stepped cautiously over the glass shards as he approached San.

“San, are you in there?”

His head lifted shakily and he turned his eyes on Wooyoung. They were San’s eyes, the real San.

“Help...” he whispered, reaching up with a trembling hand before freezing mid-air.

Suddenly his face hardened again and his eyes glowed red. The reaching hand became a fist that swung upwards but missed its target as Eden yanked Wooyoung backwards and out of harm’s way.

 “Stay back,” the pirate ordered, whipping out his gun and aiming it at the demon as he shakily stood and leered at them.

“Don’t shoot!” Wooyoung reached for the Eden’s arm and pressed it down, lowering the weapon.

“Right,” the demon laughed, San’s face twisting in a wolffish grin. “Don’t shoot, Eden.”

The pirate’s face clouded with anger and he stepped forward to block Wooyoung from any attack, but didn’t point his gun again.

San opened his mouth to say something else but halted again, eyes clearing into San’s once more as pain broke on his face.

“He’s fluctuating,” Wooyoung cried, shaking Eden’s arm until he removed it to let him run to San. “I don’t know how long we have between bouts...”

“Wooyoung, help,” San whimpered, sinking to the floor again in tears. “He’s too strong.”

“You have to fight him, San,” Wooyoung insisted, grabbing his hands before he tangled them in his mop of hair.

As San began to calm down, Wooyoung cocked his head in confusion. There was a streak of white in San’s hair that hadn’t been there before. “What’s this?”

“He-he’s merging with me,” San gasped, shaking his head in helplessness. “Combining the two of us, and it hurts Wooyoung, please... you have to help...”

“Y-You’re doing great, San,” Wooyoung stuttered, swivelling back around to send a panicked glance at Eden. Eden shook his head and lifted his hands in surrender. Neither of them had the slightest idea what to do.

“No!” San screamed and squeezed Wooyoung’s hands so hard he couldn’t feel them. “He’s taking over again!”

Eden started forward to protect Wooyoung again as San twitched and transformed once more into the demon’s vessel.

“Take me home!” It screeched, red eyes fiery and wild. His veins were black again but a war had broken out on his face. The two entities clashing inside were becoming one, their intentions mixing together. “Take me home immediately!”

“Why?” Wooyoung whispered, wrenching his hands out of the angry grip.

Why wasn’t the demon asking for Seonghwa again? What did he have to gain from going back to the mainland?

“Wooyoung, stay back,” Eden warned, aiming his weapon but leaving the safety on.

“I’ll kill San,” the demon growled, suddenly still and quiet. “If you don’t take me home, I’ll kill San.”

“Why do you want to go home?” Wooyoung was trembling but remained in position, kneeling next to the volatile entity in front of him. “It’s still far away, we can’t just—”

“My sister! I need to see her, she’s dying!”

The demon’s scream grated on Wooyoung’s ears and he flinched away. It was San’s sister, not the demon’s. The two must be fusing faster than they thought.

Eden couldn’t stand it any longer and placed a hand on Wooyoung’s arm to pull him up.

The moment he was distracted, San reached up and grabbed the gun, wrenching it out of Eden’s grasp.

Wooyoung stumbled to his feet and was immediately blocked by Eden. “Give that back,” the pirate warned. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Take me home or I’ll shoot,” San gasped, standing and pressing the gun to his own temple. Wooyoung covered his mouth in shock and pushed past Eden so they were on either side of San. He was too scared to grab him in case he pulled the trigger, but he wouldn’t just hide behind Eden when he could try and do something instead.

“You don’t want to do that,” he enunciated slowly. “You’ll die too if you kill San—”

“I’ll say it one more time and if you don’t do it, I’ll kill him.” The gun was steady in the demon’s grip as he flicked the safety off.

“Alright, we’ll do it!” Wooyoung yelled in response, blinking back the gathering tears. He didn’t have time to think through every option and provide the demon with a rational response. He had to save San and he had to do it now. “We’ll take you home to see your sister. Just hand over the gun.”

The demon squinted at him in suspicion, the blood red in San’s eyes darkening for a moment before he began to lower the gun. “Promise!” He snapped.

“Yes,” Wooyoung blinked back tears and held out his hand to accept the gun. “I promise. You have my word.”

...

“I gave him my word. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

Wooyoung rested his case once San had been led back to his cell and he and Eden had climbed up to the crow’s nest to meet the others.

“But what about this book?” Jongho pressed, waving the little book as if to remind him. “There’s a spell in here somewhere that can help us, I just can’t read the language it’s in.”

“There is someone who can!” Mingi suddenly interjected. “Remember the mystic we spoke to? Her island isn’t far from here.”

Wooyoung didn’t remember this woman, and neither did Yeosang, but they had heard passing mentions of her. The ATEEZ had stopped at her island for guidance on finding Eden and healing Jongho before Yeosang and Wooyoung had joined the ranks.

Jongho’s eyes lit up at the idea and he turned to Hongjoong for permission. “What do you say, Captain? Do we have a heading?”

“Now, hang on,” Wooyoung interjected. “I just promised San we’d head back towards the mainland! Surely he’ll know if we alter course and visit some witch hut—“

“San lived on an island just off the mainland, didn’t he?”

Everyone turned to Eden in surprise as he posed the question.

Once the shock wore off that he was actually contributing something, Wooyoung shot back angrily, “Why are you talking about him like he’s already dead?”

“He lives here now, doesn’t he?” Eden scoffed at him. “I didn’t mean to imply that he’s dead, only that he doesn’t live there anymore.”

“Alright, everyone,” Yunho chuckled nervously. “Let’s calm down, shall we?”

Both parties took a noticeable deep breath and Eden turned away, allowing Hongjoong to step in.

“We don’t make deals with demons, Wooyoung. That’s just asking for more trouble.”

“We’re already in trouble as it is! Can’t you see, he can still kill San and take Seonghwa by force.” Seonghwa recoiled where he lay at the mention of his name but Wooyoung plowed through. “He’s practically handing us a way to distract him while we find this mystic, and you don’t want to take it?”

“Wooyoung, there are so many things that could go wrong—”

“No, I’m not buying this,” Wooyoung suddenly stood, ignoring all the eyes that traced his movement. “Not from you. What’s the real reason? Why aren’t you jumping on this opportunity?”

Hongjoong simply sighed and let his eyes fall shut.

“You don’t want to risk going to the mainland, do you?” Realisation swept him and Wooyoung took a step back from the force of it. “Not now that Babylon is dead and the Navy is surely suspicious as to why.”

Babylon dead, Eden alive, so many moving parts... Of course Hongjoong wouldn’t want to risk marching straight into enemy territory, where the reward on his head alone was enough money to last all of them the rest of their lives.

Hongjoong knew what he was getting at, and rushed to defend himself.

“Wooyoung, this isn’t out of self-preservation. I have a very bad feeling about this entire idea and listening to those bad feelings is what has kept me alive this long.”

“I don’t think there’s an alternative,” Wooyoung insisted, sitting back down. “We need to split up.”

“It could work,” Yeosang said after a moment of silence. His gaze remained fixed on his hands that were clasped in front of him and he continued, “Some of us breaking off in a longboat to find the mystic, and the ship continuing on towards San’s island.”

“I’d like to volunteer to find the mystic, Captain,” Jongho announced. No surprise there.  

“Me too,” Yunho added, smirking in Jongho’s direction. “We both know you’re not the best at tacking, Jongho.”

“I want to send Mingi with you as well,” Hongjoong murmured after thinking about it for a moment. “Listen to him in my stead. And Eden...”

Eden perked up in surprise at being addressed with orders again.

“Eden, I’m asking you to go with them. Look after them like your own.”

Eden pursed his lips, locked in a silent conversation with Hongjoong as their eyes found each other’s. “Alright,” he said softly and nodded. He would have volunteered to go with them anyway.

Wooyoung felt awkward for his outburst and cleared his throat uncomfortably. Yeosang reached for the netting with a shaking hand.

“Can we go back down now?”

...

Ten minutes later, Wooyoung and Yeosang found themselves seated in the Captain’s cabin for an impromptu meeting, watching Hongjoong clean up and trying to stay awake to hear what he had to say.

“I don’t want anyone speaking to San unless absolutely necessary,” he instructed first.

Wooyoung nodded in agreement. He had no desire to talk to San after what had happened earlier.

“And someone needs to be with Seonghwa at all times, preferably one of you if I can’t be here.” 

Again, it made sense, seeing as Wooyoung and Yeosang would be the only other officers left on the ship once the others left for the mystic’s island.

“Is that really necessary?” Seonghwa groaned in protest from his bunk and all three of them turned in surprise. “I thought he was asleep,” Yeosang mumbled.

“Yes, it is,” Hongjoong insisted, sweeping the glass shards into a bin. “San’s already broken out once, I’m taking absolutely no chances this time.”

“As long as I don’t have to be blindfolded the entire time,” Seonghwa sighed and turned over, diving deeper under the blankets.

“San’s hometown is almost a fortnight’s sail if we don’t hit bad weather,” Yeosang informed them, spreading a map on the desk as soon as it was righted and returned to its position.

Wooyoung let him and Hongjoong inspect the charts and went to reshelve the scattered books, feeling guilty for just sitting there while work was being done.

“It’s been a long 24 hours,” Yeosang sighed as he and Hongjoong finished returning trinkets to their desk drawers.

When the room was back in order, they returned to their own beds and exhaled for the first time that day.

Yeosang was right. It had been a very long 24 hours.

Hongjoong was bone-wearied and ready to drop. Last night he hadn’t even slept properly due to the nightmares and conversation with Seonghwa after. Then the day had begun with landfall on the abandoned island, preparation for the ambush which lasted the entire day, battle at sunset, an infiltration and murder the first half of the night and demon possession and hide and seek in the dark the second half.

They were all collectively on their last leg. And also, quite hungry.

As he crawled into bed, part of Hongjoong still believed he would wake up and Eden would be gone, a spectre dreamed up in his sleep deprived state that disappeared with the dawn.

It made the most sense to let him use San’s hammock since he was occupying a cell for the night. Yunho didn’t mind the temporary new cabinmate, as long as he didn’t touch his rum stash.

“What exactly happened with you and Eden?” Seonghwa mumbled into the silence. Always with that uncanny ability to read Hongjoong’s mind.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I don’t know if I can without having this question answered,” Seonghwa responded softly.

“You barely saw the two of us together,” Hongjoong pointed out, just loud enough that his roommate could hear him. “How do you know anything happened at all?”

“Just answer the question.” Seonghwa’s exasperation penetrated the darkness and Hongjoong rolled his eyes. Not that he could see him.

“It’s just that he’s not who I thought he was.”

Seonghwa hummed quietly in understanding. Hongjoong would tell him more when he was ready to. Again the room fell silent and Seonghwa had almost drifted off when Hongjoong whispered from the other side of the room.

“I promised that I’d never let us be separated again.”

Seonghwa wasn’t sure if the Captain was just talking to himself or not but he hummed again to indicate his presence.

“Now we’re stuck in hesitant treaties that have to hold for weeks... and, I’m sorry, I don’t want to keep you prisoner, but I’m not risking you.”

Seonghwa remembered the tangible darkness in the hold and the cold chill of being alone and shivered from the memory.

“Do you think they’ll be safe? On the mystic’s island?”

Hongjoong turned to face him. They couldn’t really see each other in the dark but his voice was slightly louder when he replied. “Eden will be with them. I can think of no safer alternative.”

Seonghwa accepted these words and let himself be enveloped in the sweet embrace of sleep until late morning, when Hongjoong woke him to eat something.

He expected to be confined to the cabin, ordered to remain on bedrest, and bored out of his mind for the week and a half it would take to get there, but to his surprise, Hongjoong led him out to the galley where Yunho was attempting to cook breakfast.

“It’s our last meal together...” he explained, spooning an egg onto Seonghwa’s plate. “...for awhile at least.”

The blatant honesty of Yunho’s remark halted Seonghwa’s fork midair. He hadn’t considered that fact. None of them had.

Mingi’s shoulders slowly dropped and he lowered the fruit platter back onto the table. Seonghwa had meant to scold him for heaping so much of it on at once but now the thought was far from him.

“The mystic isn’t far, right? We can be there and back in no time!”

Seonghwa cracked a fake smile at his optimism and focused on his food again.

All the eyes in the room were inevitably on the empty chair. Eden was plotting their course out on the quarterdeck so it was almost like a normal meal. Except for the absence of San.

Wooyoung struggled to keep his mind off what he and Eden had seen in the captain’s cabin last night.

A San who was at war with himself, as he and the demon coalesced into one. Their intentions becoming confused and tangled. Desires mixing like two different paints, creating a new and unrecognisable individual. Coloured with intense passion that radiated out and splattered in every direction. In one breath begging for his beloved sister, and threatening violence in the next.

Wooyoung’s sigh and downcast look must have been noticeable because Yeosang reached over and took his hand.

He knew Wooyoung wanted desperately to go with the others to find help for San, but they needed him here. To talk him down in case he broke out again.

As the meal finished up and Jongho volunteered to take care of the dishes so Seonghwa didn’t have to, Wooyoung slipped out to find Eden.

“I’m here to apologise,” he informed the man quietly as he ascended the steps to the quarterdeck. “I don’t want to start fights, it’s just that this whole situation with San has been very stressful, and I didn’t tell anyone when I knew he was struggling with dark magic so I feel, in part, responsible for it...”

Eden straightened and turned to Wooyoung as he rambled on. His face was unreadable but there was some twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

“...and I-I suppose I don’t need to tell you the details of everything,” Wooyoung continued haltingly. “But I shouldn’t have snapped at you, and I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” Eden bowed his head in acknowledgment and went back to his work.

Wooyoung stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, before spluttering back, “That’s all?”

He had somehow expected more ferocity from this infamous pirate.

Eden nodded without looking up from the charts, and continued marking them with a steady hand. Wooyoung frowned.

“How did you know where San lived?” He found himself asking. It had been bothering him since Eden interjected with it. Not even Wooyoung knew much of anything about San’s home life before the ATEEZ.

“I grew up in the same cluster of islands as he did,” Eden explained, still intently focused on the positioning of his protractor. “I saw him once or twice when he was much younger. He wouldn’t remember me, most likely.”

San and Eden had met? More than that, come from nearly the same roots?

The image of a young Eden, an innocent boy like San had been, was puzzling to Wooyoung as he walked away. He’d have to grill Hongjoong on it later.

With the many morning preparations completed, the group set out in their modified longboat towards the mystic’s island. They would arrive within the next day, if Eden had plotted correctly, and planned to rendezvous with the ship at San’s island once their business was done.

Hongjoong took Mingi aside before they departed to hand him his knife. Immediately Mingi protested, but Hongjoong pressed it closer to him.

“You’ll need it, Mingi,” he assured him. “Probably more than me.”

With a shaky breath, the quartermaster accepted the weapon and got in the boat.

The four of them set out when the sun was nearing the horizon, and Jongho waved until they were out of sight of the ATEEZ.

Hongjoong’s heart was in his throat as he watched them go. There was no option left but to occupy themselves for the rest of their journey, so he returned to his cabin and went about collecting books for Seonghwa.

Seonghwa was grateful to have something to read and assuage the guilt of not helping out on deck. The others had to pick up the slack of the three who had gone to find the mystic and because Yeosang was afraid of heights and Seonghwa was still recovering, that left most of the rigging work to be split between Wooyoung and Hongjoong.

The crew men were excited to be returning to lands they recognised, even if it did come with the threat of increased Navy presence.

After the first week passed with no enemy encounters, Yeosang grew suspicious. It was difficult to sleep with all the potential reasons bouncing around his head so he went one night to deliver food to San, a job that usually fell to Hongjoong.

San didn’t look up from where he sat, still and silent, in the corner of his cell. He was shackled this time as an extra measure.

“Which are you?” Yeosang asked in a steady voice, quelling the shaking of his hands as he slotted the tray under the bars. “San or the demon?”

San simply scooted forward to accept the meal, chains dragging across the floor and grinding in Yeosang’s ears. “There is no difference,” San simply said. His voice was darker and rougher than it had been, perhaps from misuse.

“No, the two of you are separable,” Yeosang thought out loud. “He’s too strong for you to snuff out completely.”

San stared at him as he ate, making Yeosang exceedingly uncomfortable though he refused to show it on his face.

A year ago he would never have believed that demons exist and can possess humans once summoned with dark magic. The whole thing would have sounded ridiculous. Yet, here he was, disproven again while someone else looked at him through San’s eyes.

“Your eyes are red still,” he noticed, voicing his thoughts freely. “But your veins are no longer black. Why is that?”

San finally broke the eye contact, lowering his head while he finished the meal. He didn’t seem too keen on answering, and Yeosang saved a small smile for when he was outside the room again, confident that he had just hit a nerve.

Ever at the wheel was Hongjoong, now regarding Yeosang with the same unreadable expression he had seen on Eden in their short time.

“Did you speak with him?” Hongjoong asked, not accusing but careful.

“No,” Yeosang lied easily. “He doesn’t have much to say anyway.”

“Don’t let him get under your skin,” Hongjoong told him knowingly. “If you give him an inch he’ll take the whole lead and you with it.”

Like Mr. Yuma when he was in a hurry, Yeosang thought, fondly remembering his childhood horse.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t got a death wish, Captain,” Yeosang smirked, walking past him towards his cabin. “We’re not all invincible like you are.”

If Hongjoong sighed in exasperation, Yeosang didn’t hear it. He entered his room to find Wooyoung inspecting his weapons, polishing guns and sharpening knives as he pulled them out of a chest.

“Still awake, I see,” Yeosang commented, settling back into his hammock.

“I suppose none of us are getting any sleep around here,” Wooyoung mumbled back, rearranging some dynamite sticks.

“Seonghwa‘s been sleeping fine,” Yeosang chuckled. He had been keeping him company and doing what he could to entertain the cabin-bound boatswain. “Honestly, I think he could have returned to work yesterday.”

“Captain’s just being extra cautious, I guess,” Wooyoung sighed, shutting the lid of his chest and returning to his own hammock. His own arm had healed smoothly and he was back to work, so it wasn’t a stretch of the imagination that Seonghwa was well enough from his knife wound to return to his duties as well. But one step out of that cabin was a step closer to San, and that was a mistake that could not be risked.

Yeosang hummed in acknowledgement before thinking back to his encounter with San.

“I think San is winning.”

Wooyoung turned to look at him, but said nothing.

“This whole journey to see his sister... he’s buying us time.”

“You spoke to him?” Wooyoung asked quietly. Yeosang shrugged and didn’t meet his eyes. “Captain doesn’t need to know,” he finally said, looking for Wooyoung to agree with him.

Wooyoung nodded in compliance and wondered aloud, “How did he convince the demon to request we take him to his hometown?”

“The two are becoming one,” Yeosang theorised. “What you observed earlier seems to be correct. The distinction between their minds is blurring.”

“But there’s a fierce battle raging inside still, and I really think San has the upper hand,” he went on. “Otherwise the demon would have Seonghwa by now, and he’d be headed to the palace, not San’s island.”

Wooyoung considered all this in light of San’s behaviour earlier. Even suppressed, San maintained some shred of control over the demon. Enough to confuse him into complying with his wishes— a pointless trip to his hometown, but one that would the stall the demon long enough for the others to find a solution.

Yeosang was right.

“I just want him back,” Wooyoung admitted softly. “The real San.”

“I miss him too,” Yeosang whispered after a moment. “It’s not the same without him.”

It was this stifling air that pervaded the ship. The outright tension that bled through the rooms, like an electric charge clinging to each person so that the air hummed with agitation.

Too much was unspoken between men, and all of them had seen and heard too much to let it escape their minds. Wooyoung longed for things to be right again, for the atmosphere to dissipate and the officers to be able to relax again.

Even their last meal together had been saturated with anxiety, questions about the future, and unspoken words.

After a long battle in his mind, Wooyoung finally fell asleep.

The sunrise would bring landfall, and with it, more unknowns.

...

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A/N: Another long chapter!! It probably doesn’t feel like it because there wasn’t much action 😬 Thanks so much for reading and I’m sorry the POV switches were all over the place... Exams are done and spring break is next week so maybe you'll get a surprise gift from me (no promises tho!) Please let me know what your thoughts/predictions are in the comments or on my twt @tiny_tokki :) have a nice day~

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Healing

Y/n has a miscarriage

Request: Ok this is super sad but maybe one where the reader has a miscarriage and Tom fly’s home to be with her

Warnings: Miscarriage‼️

A/n: Miscarriages suck and are honestly my biggest fear. I’m writing this with research and stories to base everything on. I hope it doesn’t offend or upset any one that has had a miscarriage, that’s not my intention at all. Be prepared for sadness, or at least I hope it can make a few people cry.

You and Tom weren’t trying for a baby when you found out you were pregnant, but it wasn’t any less exciting. You two always talked about having babies in the future- you were just starting a little earlier than you originally planned.

You were at your first baby shower when you started to feel discomfort in your lower back. You didn’t mention it, thinking it was normal. You knew carrying a baby wasn’t easy so you just went on with your day.

“I’m sorry Tom couldn’t make it today,” Nikki said. She was sat next to you as you watched some of your girlfriends play a game.

“It’s okay,” you told her. “Missing a baby shower isn’t that big of a deal.”

“But it’s definitely a fun part. Hopefully he’ll be around for any other ones you have.” You nodded your head in agreement, turning back to watch your friends. They asked if you wanted to join in on their last game but you declined, not in the mood for it anymore. You pulled out your phone to text Tom.

I miss you. This shower kinda blows without you

Thomas❤️: I’m sorry, love. I miss you too. Promise I’ll be back soon😘

You exhaled deeply reading his response, leaning your head against Harrison’s shoulder as he sat on the other side of you.

“You alright?” He asked you. Tom had asked him to watch over you, make sure you were safe and sound while he was away.

“Yeah, just tired,” you told him. You were honestly just ready for everyone to leave so you could be by yourself and lay in bed. Your wish was soon granted as the party came to a close, guests hugging you as they leave.

“That was fun,” Nikki commented as she closed the door behind the last guest. She and Harrison volunteered to help set up and clean up so you wouldn’t have to worry about it. You tried to deny earlier, but now you were so thankful for it.

“It was, but I’m exhausted. I’m gonna head up for a nap,” you told her, pointing up the staircase.

“Of course, darling. We’ll be down here if you need anything.”

You nodded your head before turning around and heading to your room, wasting no time to crawl on the mattress and fall asleep. The pain in your lower back keeping you awake for longer than you wanted.

You woke up later to a sharp pain in your lower stomach, you hand immediately moving to clutch the painful area. You moved the covers to get out of bed and saw a big stain of blood under your body.

“Nikki!” You yelled, going into panic mode. You heard a loud crash and feet running toward your bedroom, two heads soon popping in. Your eyes began to blur with tears at the shock and pain of your situation.

You heard the two people moving around you, talking, but you couldn’t make out what any of it meant. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you, picking you up off the bed and carrying you to a car. You made it to the hospital in record time, going into the ER where you were taken back immediately. You were placed on a bed where you leaned back, your eyes closing and your hands covering your sobs as you understood what was happening.

“Miss Y/n,” the doctor started to say after checking you. You shook your head and squeezed your eyes tighter, not wanting to hear the words. The doctor, seeing the state you were in, understood and walked out of the room to leave you by yourself to grieve. He found Harrison and Nikki outside at the waiting room, calling them over to talk to them.

“She had a miscarriage. There’s nothing we could do to save the baby.” Nikki sat back down in the chair, covering her face as tears fell from her eyes thinking of her grandchild- Tom’s child that they would never get to meet.

“And y/n?” Harrison asked, his voice thick with tears of his own that he forced back.

“She’s healthy. It will be very hard for her, most mothers suffer from PTSD or depression so watch out for that. I’d suggest a support group or therapist if that happens- usually talking about the baby helps,” the doctor explained to Harrison who took in every word. “Are you- who’s the father?”

“My best mate is the father. He’s out of town for work currently.” Harrison’s heart sank even more knowing he would have to tell his best friend- his brother what just happened.

“Sometimes when a mother miscarries, there’s a strain on the relationship. Arguments, anger, misguided feelings; make sure he understands that. This isn’t their fault and this doesn’t mean they won’t conceive in the future. I would suggest giving y/n some time by herself before seeing her. I’m sorry for your loss,” the doctor said, patting Harrison’s shoulder before walking away. Harrison nodded and turned to sit in the chair next to Nikki, taking a moment to digest everything.

“I need to call Tom,” he said mostly to himself and mostly stalling.

“Yeah,” Nikki agreed as she composed herself as best she could. “I’m going to go see y/n.” Harrison watched the mother stand up and head toward the hospital room before pulling his phone out and calling Tom.

“What’s up, bro,” Tom answered excitedly, making Harrison dread the situation even worse.

“Tom,” Harrison said softly, a sniffle coming out as it became harder to conceal his emotions. Tom’s excitement immediately fell, the tone of his best mate’s voice terrifying him.

“What’s happened? Is y/n okay? The baby?” He asked hurriedly.

Harrison took a deep breath before answering. “She lost the baby, Tom.” The boy was quiet as he thought about what Harrison said, shaking his head in disbelief.

“No. What do you mean? That- that can’t happen,” Tom said softly.

“I’m sorry, Tom,” Harrison said, not knowing what else he could say.

“What happened? Harrison, you were suppose to take of her. Why did you let this happen?”

“Be mad at me all you want, but she needs you, Tom. Just get your ass down here as fast as you can.”

“Yeah, I will,” Tom hung up the phone. Harrison placed it back in his pocket, thinking about his friend. He wanted to be annoyed with him for his reaction, but he knew he couldn’t blame him.

He made his to find your hospital room, stopping outside the partially closed door to see you sitting on the bed with Nikki beside you, a hand on your back and the other on your knee. She was listening to the doctor talk while you seemed to be zoned out- staring at nothing, your jaw clinched and face streaked with tears.

Moving over to let the doctor out, Harrison entered the room as you moved to stand off the bed. Neither of you said anything as he pulled you into a hug, holding you tight as you buried your face into his chest. He held you until you pulled away from him, wiping your eyes.

“You ready to head home?” He asked quietly to which you nodded, wanting nothing more than to retire to your own bed and never leave.

Harrison and Nikki guided you into the house, immediately moving to clean the bed and make it back up for you. You went into Tom’s closet, pulling out a sweatshirt and crawling into bed, covering your face with the covers. You felt a hand on your leg, giving you a comforting squeeze before exiting the room, the soft click of the door letting you know you were alone. You felt more hot tears escape your eyes as you tried to fall asleep, succeeding after about an hour.

You woke up late the next morning, maybe afternoon, not wanting to do anything. You felt an emptiness in your heart, like you were missing a piece of your soul. A piece that was the meant to be with you and Tom much longer than it was. You got out of your bed, moving to the drawer where you kept the sonograms from your doctors appointments. You sat on your bed and stared at the latest one you had, stared at your little baby you would never hold.

You heard a knock on the door and looked up to see Tom standing in the doorway. You looked down, not wanting to face him with the knowledge of what has happened. You felt it was your fault- you were the one carrying the child and you lost it. It also didn’t help that it was your first pregnancy too.

“Darling?” Tom said quietly, moving to stand beside you.

“I lost it,” you whispered as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into him. “I lost our baby. Tom, I’m so sorry.”

Tom held you tightly as tears began to fall from both your eyes. “It’s not your fault, y/n. You did everything you could have to care for that baby. It wasn’t in our control,” Tom spoke slowly, using his words to try and comfort the both of you. “You were the best Mum the entire time you had it. Don’t be sorry.”

You both went silent as you continued to cry in each other’s arms. Tom pulled away first, wiping his eyes with his hand. “Scoot back,” he said gently, moving to lay in bed with you.

He laid on his back and you immediately cuddled into his side, clutching his shirt between your fingers and burying you face in his neck. He held your body to him with one hand and the other rubbed up and down your back, occasionally moving across your leg before coming back up. He gazed into nothing as he held you, silent tears falling from his eyes. Both of you wanting to just drift off and not return to the real world for a long time.

You heard the door open again, closing your eyes shut and pressing your face into Tom even further, not wanting to face anyone. “Someone wanted to join you,” you heard Nikki’s soft voice before feeling a weight jump onto the bed.

You felt Tom lift a hand from you as he reached out to pet the dog. “Hey, Tess,” He whispered sounding exhausted. You felt Tessa give your exposed cheek a few kisses before laying down, her head resting on your cheek. It made your heart hurt even more- feeling her affection and wondering if she knew what had happened. The three of you fell asleep not long after.

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Healing from the loss was a long, difficult process. Tom did everything in his power to comfort you and help you as you mourned. There were times were you felt bad that he was doing all this for you when he was going through the same thing, but you knew that’s how most men cope so you didn’t say anything.

“Y/n?” Tom said as he entered your shared home. He found you laying on the couch, a hand on your stomach where your baby should have been. He sat next to you, placing a hand over yours.

“What’s that?” You asked, noticing something in his other hand. He was definitely a gift giver, but with everything you’d been going through lately, a gift seemed like the last thing you’d expect.

“I was warned that you may either love it dearly or hate it passionately, but I wanted to do something for you.” You looked at his now opened palm to see a necklace with a heart on it, one side adorning an angel wing. You picked it up, noticing it was a locket and opened it to find a copy of your sonogram inside. You felt tears come to your eyes as you looked at the picture.

“I just wanted you to have a way to keep the baby with you instead of dwelling on her absence,” he explained as he saw your reaction. You nodded your head as you continued to stare at it.

“It’s perfect,” you told him.

“I got one on my keys as well,” he mentioned, holding up his keys to show the same locket on a much shorter chain. He looked down at his own, his thumb running over the cool metal. You watched Tom as he went quiet. You loved that he did this for you both. He would have been such a great dad- he will be such a great dad.

“I love you,” you said suddenly making Tom’s eyes widen a bit. Neither of you had said the words in a while, to overcome with your loss to care to say it.

He smiled and moved his face closer to yours, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you, darling.”

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Bonus excerpt that I wanted to include but it didn’t flow well so I took it out. But it’s super sad and sweet so I wanted to add it anyway

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Hold onto ya tissues

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Nikki and Harrison stood as they heard the door open, seeing a distressed Tom.

“Mate, I’m sorry,” Harrison started to say as Tom walked up to him, pushing him once and again onto the couch.

“Tom,” Nikki said as she grabbed her son, pulling him away from Harrison to try and calm him.

“You were suppose to protect her. You were suppose to protect my baby,” he shouted, before turning to his mother. Nikki held her eldest son tightly to her as he began to cry into her. “My baby.”

Nikki looked at Harrison over Tom’s shoulder, mouthing to him ‘don’t be mad’, reminding him that Tom’s emotions were high and misguided. He needed someone to be angry with, and Harrison just happened to be that unlucky one.

“What am I suppose to do?” Tom’s voice came out sounding scared and lost.

“You grieve, you take care of y/n, and you be there for each other,” she told him as he tried to compose himself, wanting to be strong for you. “She needs you right now just as much as you need her.”

Tom nodded as he pulled away from his mother, feeling slightly calmer and wiped his eyes to see Harrison standing next to them. “Sorry, bro,” he said softly.

Harrison shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. Go check on your girl.”

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🎮 Fable of Stars; Chenle Zhong (Sportember #004)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, AU

Word Count: 3,295

Pairing: Reader x Chenle

World: NCT

Prompt: “I’ll be more than just a fable, I’ll be written in the stars.”

Sport: E-Sports

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Although e-sports has been around for a while, a lot of people refused to accept it as a true sport. How could they when it only called for sitting and playing video games for hours on end? But they didn’t understand how much work went into training for competitions. Your mind has to be sharp, instincts polished so that you can react at a moment’s notice. You spent hours, days even, trying to hone your skills, often times forgetting to each because of how focused on the game you were. Your body felt the effects, but you couldn’t just stop now.

The largest tournament in South Korea was quickly approaching and you had to improve before then. This was your dream, what you’ve wanted all of your life and you were good at what you did, but there was someone better, someone that always managed to surpass you with very little effort because he’s a “prodigy”. At least, that’s what all of the articles say about him, but those same articles have begun calling you his shadow – Y/N, the second best.

It honestly pissed you off and pushed you to work harder, but in the process, you were also suffering because you weren’t properly taking care of yourself. Every minute of your time was spent training for tournaments, but that bastard never seemed to train. He was always on instagram showing off massive parties, expensive clothes, and fast cars, but he never even mentions gaming or tournaments. You were convinced he didn’t even care about them, which only upset you more.

The door to your gaming room was pushed open, flooding the room with light. That small distraction was enough to effect your tired brain and you didn’t notice the other car coming up beside you until the last second, sending you crashing into the wall as the other racers flew past, crossing the finish line. You groaned in frustration, head falling down onto the steering wheel.

“Babe,” Chenle stepped farther into the room, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Did you stay up all night again?”

You leaned back in the chair, staring at the screen as ‘You Lost’ slowly faded in and out. “I mean, I think I blacked out for a few minutes at some point, but yeah.”

He frowned deeply, brow knitted in concern. While he understood that it was your dream to win this tournament, he wondered if it was really worth it if it meant harming yourself in the process. He hated it so much, but he wanted to be supportive of your dreams. He only wished that you would at least take a little more caution.

With a sigh, he turned the TV off before turning his eyes to you. “Go take a shower. I’ll get breakfast cooked and ready so you can eat and then sleep, okay?”

“But -”

His eyes narrowed, hands on his hips as he tried to act intimidating, but he was far too cute in your eyes for that. “I’m serious, Y/N!”

“Fine~” you conceded, back popping as you got to your feet, but your legs were asleep and you had to hit them a few times before they finally regained feeling. Pecking his lips in thanks, you dragged yourself to the small bathroom, falling to your knees beside the tub as you fumbled to find the perfect temperature – not hot, but not icy either.

As the tub filled up, you sluggishly pulled the clothes from your body before stepping into the water, plopping down which sent water splashing over the side. Thankfully, your dirty clothes caught most of the spill. A content sigh passed your lips as you sunk lower into the water, head lent back against the edge as your eyes slowly closed.

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Chenle set the plate of eggs and bacon onto the table, glancing at the clock with a frown. ‘It’s been nearly twenty-five minutes, Y/N should be done by now.’ His socked feet padded across the wooden floor of the hallway as he approached the bathroom, pushing the door open. “Babe?”

A soft snore left your lips, incoherent words being mumbled as you shifted in your sleep. For a moment, he just kneeled beside the tub, watching the cute expressions you made as he giggled in response. You really were the cutest thing he had ever seen. “Y/N~ Wake up, babe.”

You stirred with a groan, bringing your hand up to rub at your face. “Why am I wet?”

“Because you fell asleep in the bath, you dork.” Chenle stood up, grabbing the fluffy towel off the rack before holding it up length wise. “Come on, the food’s going to get cold!”

You used your foot to pull the plug, letting the water swirl down at the drain as you stood up, the cold air hitting your naked body and making you shiver. “Why’s it so damn cold in here?” You stepped out of the tub, feet on the dirty clothes rather than the cold tiles.

He hummed thoughtfully as he wrapped the towel around you. “The AC wasn’t on when I went to sleep.”

“Oh… Right, I think I turned it on at two because it was hot as Satan’s balls,” you mumbled.

“Another case solved,” he teased, slipping his hand into yours as he led you across the hall into the bedroom. You finished drying off your body as he pulled out your pajamas, clearly trying to make sure you didn’t fall asleep again before getting some food into your system.

After getting dressed, you followed him into the kitchen, catching a whiff of the food that had your mouth watering and stomach growling. “It smells so good~”

“Look out, Gordon Ramsay!” Chenle winked, taking a seat across from you at the small, square table.

You took a few bites, relishing the taste. ‘He’s such a good cook, how did I get so lucky?’ The fork stilled as the thought hit you. ‘He’s a good everything.’ And it was true. You felt extremely lucky to have such a supportive, loving boyfriend. Despite spending ninety-percent of your time playing games, he rarely complained while handling everything around the apartment while also working part-time at the bookstore and attending college. To be completely honest, you were sure that you would be dead by now if it weren’t for him.

Chenle noticed your shift in mood and frowned. “What’s wrong? Did I use too much salt?”

“Ah, no, the food is perfect.” You offered him a sad smile. “It’s just…”

He set his fork down before reaching across the table, his fingers curling around your own. “Talk to me, babe. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m just so thankful for you.” Your grip on his fingers tightened as you shifted your gaze to the food. “You’ve done so much for me and I never even say thank you. I know it’s not fair to you and… really, I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“I do it because I love you.” He smiled brightly, his thumb brushing across your skin. “I want you to succeed and I’ll help you however I can.”

“I know that, but it’s not fair. I’ve actually put a lot of thought into this for a while and… I’ve come to a decision.”

Chenle tilted his head, curious. “What is it?”

“After this tournament, whether I win or lose, I’m going to give up competitive gaming,” you declared, lifting your head to meet his eyes, which widened at the declaration.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’ve spent so many years chasing after this dream that I’ve missed out on a lot of stuff. It’s not healthy and, worst of all, I’ve been keeping you at arm’s length. I won’t lie – I want this so damn bad, but… I guess my journey isn’t meant to be anything more than just a fable about Y/N the second best.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, feeling his heart clench at your words. “I’ll support whatever you choose to do, but don’t give up just yet, babe.”

“Eh?”

Chenle grinned, holding up his fork. “If this is going to be your last tournament, you have to do your best!”

With a laugh, you clinked your fork against his. “I will, I promise!”

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You took a deep, shaky breath, in and out, but it did little to help calm your nerves. Your knee wouldn’t stop bouncing despite your silent commands for it to stop. The tournament had finally arrived but you were in the afternoon bracket, which meant there was a lot of waiting around, which only further fueled your nervousness. You could hear the announcer’s muffled voice as he commented on the current match, the roar of the crowd easily breaching the thick walls of the waiting room.

Chenle stepped inside, carrying two sports drinks as he took the seat on your left, offering you an encouraging smile. “You holding up okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, totally…”

His hand slipped into your own and he brought it to his soft lips. “Stay calm, babe, you’ve got this. You’ve been in hundreds of smaller tournaments, this one is just… slightly bigger!”

You smiled at his attempt to comfort you. “You’re right. Besides, it’s almost time and he hasn’t show up, so that’s a good… thing…”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear and appear he did. Oh Sehun stepped into the waiting room wearing a designer black suit, his hair slicked back into a pristine side part. He honestly looked more like a model than a gamer and seeing him made your body tense up, hands clenching around your shorts.

Chenle leaned closer to you, lowering his voice as he glanced at the other man. “Is that he-who-must-not-be-named?”

Under normal circumstances, you would have found the joke to be amusing, but these weren’t normal circumstances and you were far too tense at the moment. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“He doesn’t look so tough. You can do this!”

Your lips twitched up, warmth filling your chest. “Thank you, love.”

One of the producers entered the room, glancing down at his clipboard. “Block C and D, please make your way to the stage. Don’t forget your pass or you will not be allowed to compete.”

The other contestants stood up, filing out of the room. You took a deep breath as you got to your feet, but Chenle’s hand prevented you from moving. He stood up, his lips finding yours as burned with love and support. When he pulled away, his words were a mere whisper upon your lips. “You will be so much more than just a fable, babe, you’ll be written in the stars~”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, pecking his lips before following the line of people.

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“It’s down to the final four! Izumi Wataru from block A. Jiyoung Hong from block B. Sehun Oh from block C. And Y/N from block D. Who will take the crown and the title of e-sports Emperor?! Let’s find out!”

The countdown appeared on the screen that you sat in front of and you gripped the controller tightly within your grasp. The four of you sat in a square, the only lights coming from the bright spotlights beating down on you. Sehun was seated across from you, looking completely unfazed by the bright lights and the screaming crowd surrounding the group.

The game that had been randomly selected for the finals was a JRPG. Not your strongest genre, but you had experience with it, at least. The morning contestants had been given an FPS game, which was easily your worst genre, so you were thankful for something more familiar.

‘Calm down, Y/N. You’ve got this! This is your last chance to show the world that you’re not just second best!’

3, 2, 1, 0, GAME ON!

Your pre-made avatar loaded into the starting zone and you pushed the thumb stick forward to make your character move toward the first quest giver, dodging the NPC that forced a tutorial upon you if you got too close.

“It looks like Izumi got caught by the tutorial, wasting precious time! Sehun has made it to the second quest giver – he’s currently in first place!”

‘What? How?!’ A bead of sweat rolled down your cheeks as you willed your fingers to move faster.

The JRPG competition was a complicated one, with the score being calculated by several different factors. The biggest points come from how far you can get into the main story line within the one hour time limit. Points are also given for side quests, though the number is dramatically lower. The amount of gold collected is also a point factor, but it relies too heavily on luck because the loot is randomized. Finding hidden, secret, or rare items also boost your score, but if you’re unlucky, it’ll cost your valuable time.

‘Please… lord of games, give me luck!’

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A loud horn blasted through the arena as the screen flashed black before the pause menu came up, preventing you from doing anything else within the game. The hour was finally up and you felt so drained, your clothes damp with sweat, making you feel like a roasted turkey under the beaming lights. Even Sehun, with his never-ending poker face, was sweating, peeling the suit jacket from his body as he stood up. His eyes met yours briefly before he headed back toward the waiting room. With a scowl, you followed.

“We’ll be taking a quick break to determine the winner! Let’s give it up for our four finalists!”

The arena erupted with applause and hollers, which was quickly drowned out as you stepped into the back, using your sleeve to wipe the sweat from your forehead. The results would be tallied up any moment and you felt a wave of nervous nausea sweep over you. Forget the waiting room, you dropped into the first chair you came across, elbows on your knees as you hung your head.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Chenle frowned when he finally found you, kneeling in front of you as his hand rested upon your cheek. “You’re pale. Do you feel sick?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just nerves, though.”

“It better be,” he pouted, poking your cheek. “You’re not allowed to get sick, I forbid it!” It was subtle, but the corners of your lips twitched up a hair, making him grin proudly. “I made you smile, I win~ Where’s my prize?”

Your eyes met his and you hummed. “What do you want?”

He tapped his bottom lip in thought before his brown eyes met yours. “I want you to be happy no matter the result.”

Your expression softened as you brushed the hair back away from his eyes. “How can I not be happy when I have such a wonderful, supportive boyfriend at my side?”

“Fiance,” he corrected.

“What?”

“I was going to wait until you got the results, but~” he dug into the pocket of his jeans, producing a ring that you thought was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A hopeful smile came to his lips as he took your hand. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

It felt like the breath had been knocked from your lungs, so instead of answering with words, you nodded frantically, throwing your arms around his neck. He laughed happily, standing up so he could spin you around before sliding the ring onto your finger. His forehead rested against your own, eyes shimmering with warmth and love. “I love you so much, babe.”

“I love you, too, Chenle.”

“Final four, please head back out!” One of the producers called as she speed-walked down the hall.

“You got this.” Chenle rubbed your arms. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”

You nodded, pecking his lips before pulling away to follow the other two, Sehun coming up behind you. The four of you wished each other good luck before heading back out into the arena and onto the platform where the announcer was waiting. To be honest, your entire perspective had flipped in the ten minutes since the tournament ended. You had been so hyper-focused on winning, on beating Sehun, that nothing else had mattered to you, but now… that seemed so insignificant to you. All you could think about was marrying Chenle, spending your life with one and, one day, starting a family with him.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter if you won or lost. Chenle was easily the most important thing in your life and, somewhere along the way, you had lost focus of your dream. At some point, it had stopped being about doing your best to win the tournament and had morphed into this spiral of obsession about beating Sehun. It didn’t matter if they called you the second-best, it wasn’t important to you anymore.

When you looked out to the crowd, your eyes instantly found him, his hands clasped together in hope that you would win. You realized what you had to do.

“And first place goes to –”

“Wait a minute,” you called out, catching the announcer by surprise. Whispers swept through the crowd as all eyes turned to you, trying to figure out what you were about to say.

“Is there a problem?” He questioned before holding the microphone closer to you so your voice could be heard throughout the arena.

“I would like to withdraw from the competition.”

A gasp went through the crowd as they shifted with unease. Chenle stood up from his seat, eyes wide as he watched you. The other contestants stared at you like you had lost your mind, and the announcer glanced at the producers, unsure of how to proceed. “Are you sure about this?”

You didn’t hesitate. “I’m positive.”

He cleared his throat. “Contestant Y/N from block D has resigned from the competition. Please exit the stage.”

“Thank you very much!” You bowed at the hip before straightening your back and returning to the back with your head held high.

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Your hand slid into Chenle’s, fingers lacing together as the two of you headed for the exit of the arena, talking about your plans for the future. Just as you reached the door, someone called out your name and you paused, turning around.

Sehun came to a stop a few feet away, his eyebrows knitted together as he thought about what he wanted to say. “Are you retiring?”

“I am.”

“I see,” he frowned.

“Did you win?”

“Yes.”

You offered him a genuine smile. “I figured you would. Congratulations.”

Sehun suddenly bowed at the hip. “Thank you for being my rival all of these years. You always pushed me to do better.”

“You… You considered me as your rival?” Your eyes widened in surprise and you found this information to be hard to believe. All of this time, you had just assumed he didn’t even know you existed.

He straightened up and nodded. “I only stayed at the top because of you. You’re a good gamer, it’s a shame that you’re retiring so young.” Sehun glanced at the ring on your finger and, for the first time, you saw emotion on his face as he smiled softly. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

You could only watch as he walked away, your brain trying to process this new information. Chenle wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting upon your shoulder. “Do you regret it, babe?”

“I regret not getting to know him.” You answered honestly, your hands resting on his arms. “But I don’t regret retiring. I somehow feel lighter.”

“I’m glad,” he mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. And you were, too.

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Secrets and Sins - 9/13

Description: You flee from an abusive situation and find yourself on the other side of the country, creating new friends and possibly finding new love. But will you be able to escape your past? To truly move on with your life? Or will everything come crashing down around you in the blink of an eye?

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Word Count: 4,250

Pairing: Mobster!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Violence. Drinking. Curse words. Brief mentions of abusive behaviour, and moments of abuse—nothing to in depth but could be upsetting to some. Plus possible other triggering thoughts and feelings described.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And no beta reader, so I do proudly own all the errors, so there’s that.

You woke up to the bright sunlight shinning in through the large panelled bedroom windows. You were still wrapped up like a human taco in the blankets, in the exact same place you had fallen asleep in. Making you instantly realize you’d obviously slept so well, so deeply, that you hadn’t even moved a damn muscle all night. You reached your arms up above your head to stretch, while your toes pointed in the other direction. The motion causing the blankets to shift sightly, which sent a waft of a now very familiar scene up at you. You breathed in deeply and sighed out contently, as the smell of Steve engulfed you, and took over all your senses. You hadn’t noticed, in your tired state the night before, just how much the shirt smelt like him.

You pulled the neck hem up to your nose and took another deep breath, the smell calmed you even more. He had such a unique scent, it was manly, yet refined, with a hint of musky undertones. Whatever his cologne was, he should never change it, as it suited him, perfectly.

You felt wonderful this morning. Well rested and refreshed. However, your stretching had made you acutely aware of your urgent need for a bathroom. You wondered what time it was, so you lifted your head up to look for your purse, realizing that you’d left it downstairs, with your phone still in it. Shit. Okay, game plan time. First you’d need to find a bathroom, that was priority one, then you’d need to go get your purse.

You rubbed your eyes then pulled yourself out of your plush cocoon, and finally took in the room around you.

And of course it was just as stunning as the rest of the house. Because why wouldn’t it be? You laughed softly to yourself, as you pictured your still ridiculously empty apartment, and the air mattress you currently had as a bed.

You padded across the floor to the door and opened it slowly to peer out. Noticing Steve’s door was closed, and you didn’t hear any voices from around the house. Or at least within ear shot, because this place was fucking huge. You opened the door fully then tiptoed out and to the top of the stairs.

You leaned over the edge to scope things out and still didn’t hear or see anyone. But you did notice the open door to the right of the front door. You could just see a sink through it, figuring that must be a pounder room. You quietly made your way down the stairs, being extra vigilant for any noises or movements around you, as you went. You got to the powder room and slipped in, flicking on the lights and closing the door softly behind you.

Once you were done, you entered back out into the foyer, as you once again didn’t hear any sounds. Nothing at all. The house was a ghost town.

At this point you figured you were probably either the only one up, or maybe even the only one home. You hadn’t exactly asked Steve if he had plans today, so he could have very well gone out, and just left you here to rest.

You made your way towards the kitchen, entering it to see your purse, still on the counter where you’d left it. You ventured over to grab it and pulled your phone out, finding a new message from Wanda that read, ‘Hey girly, how was your day off? You free later?’

You snorted out a chuckle at that. Your day had started off great but then quickly went to complete and total shit, only to then end up really great again. You shook your head and glanced around at the massive kitchen with adjoining living room.

And you were about to pinch yourself, because this couldn’t be real, could it? You couldn’t have actually spent the night in thee King of New York's massive ass house, could you? Well, clearly you had. Shit, talk about a damn plot twist. You fired off a quick text back to Wanda, ‘It was interesting. I’ll tell you about it another time. As for if I’m free, I honestly don’t know, I’ll have to get back to you on that!’

You were about to make your way out of the kitchen, that is, until you heard the front door open, and a few voices echoing loudly through the house. Shit. You froze and instantly started looking for somewhere to hide. As you hadn’t gotten a full tour of the house yet, you honestly weren’t sure what doors led to where. You spun around a couple times looking for an escape, anything, but then stopped searching when you realized the voices were closer now. Much, much closer. So close that they were probably standing right behind you, in the kitchen archway.

You slowly turned around and were met with 4 sets of eyes, all staring silently at you. Except their eyes weren’t looking at you, per se, but instead locked on something low on your body. You looked down to see what they were staring at, and—instantly remembered you didn’t have any pants on. Fuck. You quickly grabbed on to the bottom of Steve’s shirt, tugging it down your legs as far as you could, before awkwardly looking back up at them all.

A brunette woman, the same one from the night before, spun around and swatted at the three guys. “Okay, shows over. You can all fuck off now,” she said as she continued to swat them away. Two of the men jokingly flinching away like she was hitting them hard, but then they all turned and quickly walked off.

Once they were out of sight she turned back to you, with a sweet smile on her face, “Y/N, I’m Maria, it’s a pleasure to finally, actually, meet you.” She laughed and walked towards you with her hand extended out.

Maria. Right, the one Steve assigned to watch you.

You shook her hand, “It’s nice to meet you too,” you looked down at your clothes again—or the lack thereof, then glanced back up. “I do wish I’d been wearing pants for this moment though,” you laughed awkwardly.

“It’s okay, nothing I haven’t seen before,” she froze, eyes widening. “I don’t mean you, personally. I haven’t seen you like this before—“

You laughed loudly and waved a hand around to dismiss her concerns, “It’s okay, I totally know what you meant.”

She smiled, “Okay, good! And sorry about the guys, I swear they are all really good dudes, mostly, they just clearly don’t see half naked woman that often.”

Just as you were about to open your mouth to respond, you heard someone clear their throat behind Maria, and looked up to see Steve now standing in the archway, frozen, with Bucky and another man right behind him. What is this, a damn house party now? Of course you’d be the only one at said ‘party’ with no damn pants on. You groaned softly as Maria turned to see what you were looking at. Then she laughed wildly, “Okay, let’s go get you some pants before the whole house turns into a gawking mess.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing as you nodded your response. Not missing Steves eyes travelling the length of your body though, as he took in your near nakedness in front of him. Subtle, he was not. But you then noticed that Bucky, and the other man, had both done 180’s, and now had their backs to you. Clearly trying their hardest to not be apart of this whole awkward interaction. Or maybe they were just being respectful. Either way, you were glad for the less eyes on you.

Maria went to lead you out of the kitchen, which meant you would have to walk directly passed Steve, Bucky and the other man. Who had all now backed up into the hall to let you both by. The two still facing away from you. And Steve still very much staring at you, with something in his eye that made your heart flutter. Just a bit. And part of you was positive that, if there hadn’t been anyone else around, he would have pick you up, right there and then, thrown you over his shoulder, and carried your ass upstairs to show you just what he thought of you, half naked, in his shirt. The thought instantly sent a pleasant chill down your spin.

You slowly walked passed him into the hall, “morning,” you greeted with a smirk. Figuring to just own this whole awkward situation, as best you could at least.

He cleared his throat and you swore you saw a blush on his face as he spoke. “Morning,” he greeted back with an awkward head nod. You made a mental note that you could, in fact, fluster him in return. Vowing to use that intel at a later date. And fucking often.

You giggled to yourself as you continued on your way to your room. Knowing full well that his eyes were still on you, you could damn near feel them on your back. So you played up your walk a bit, wiggling your hips just a little as you went. Might as well give him something to look at—Well, ya know, besides you in just his shirt.

Once you got into the foyer, Maria picked up a few bags and followed you up the stairs to your room. You both entered it and she began to speak, “Steve asked me to go collect your clothes from your apartment this morning.” She put the bags down on the bed, “I hope you don’t mind that I did, it just isn’t safe for you to return home yet.”

You looked at her, “Ah, thank you. And it’s fine, I sort of needed them.” You laugh softly and then looked down at the bags, “So, when do you think I’ll be able to return home?” You asked.

“That I don’t know. You’d have to talk to Steve. But I’ll leave you to get changed, I’ll be down stairs in the kitchen when your finished,” she smiled.

But just as she went to turn away, “Maria wait,” you said. She stopped and turned back to you. “I just, I wanted to say thank you for last night.” You paused and played with the hem of Steve’s shirt again, “Ah, actually, I guess for more then just last night.” You finished and looked back up at her.

She shook her head, “No thank you’s necessary, it’s my job.”

“I know, but still, thank you. For everything,” you gestured around the room with both hands, before abruptly dropping them back to your side, when you realized the action lifted the shirt higher up your thighs.

A part of you had wanted to ask her what they did with the shit brick house, from last night. But another part of you didn’t really want, nor care, to know what they had done with him. What you did know for sure, was that you’d probably never see him again, and that’s all that mattered, really.

She smiled and gave you a quick nod then exited the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click. You opened the bags to look for an outfit to wear. Quickly throwing on a pair of black leggings, a white tank top and a light grey oversized sweater. Today was your second, and last, day off of work, and you were not down with tight clothes today. You just wanted to be comfy.

Now dressed your next mission was coffee, and stat. You headed back downstairs and to the kitchen once again. Finding Maria there making a pot of the glorious life juice.

“Oh, thank god,” you sighed happily as you went to sit on a bar stool. Hearing Maria chuckle over her shoulder at your excited reaction.

“I’m guessing you’re a coffee drinker?”

“More like a coffee addict,” you laughed.

She laughed with you, “Then you’ll fit right in here.”

Just as you were about to speak again, a loud group of men came wandering into the kitchen. You recognized Bucky first, along with his ‘back to you’ buddy from earlier. And then the guy from last night—the one that was helping Maria with your attacker. And then the three guys from earlier, that Mara shooed away.

Bucky came over and leaned his elbows on the counter in front of you, “Morning, doll, glad to see you found some pants,” he joked.

You burst out laughing then replied, “In my defence, I didn’t think anyone was home.”

“Suuuuuure,” he rolled his eyes, playfully, then smirked, “that’s what they all say.”

You froze, entirely, then looked down at your hands clasped together on the counter, as your brows furrowed together at his comment. ‘What they all say’? What was that supposed to mean? You’d be silly to think you were the first woman Steve had ever brought home. Durp. Of course there had been others. But at the same time, was that all you were to him, just another woman in the endless parade of women? Were you just working your way up to being another notch in his belt? If that was the case then you weren’t interested in that. At all. You refused to just be a random number in some man's life. Regardless of who that man was. Fuck no, not your thing.

“Good job, Barnes. You already managed to piss her off and it’s not even 10 am yet.”

Your eyes snapped up to look at the man now talking, the one from earlier that had his back to you along with Bucky. He slapped the aforementioned man upside the head as he walked passed him, and around the kitchen island to you, extending his hand out once he got close enough. “Hey, I’m Samuel. But my friends call me Sam.” And you instantly recognized the name, he was Steve’s other best friend, the one Nat had told you about.

“What friends?” Bucky scoffed as he looked around at the other guys.

That caused Sam to roll his eyes, “not you, that’s for sure,” he shot back.

You just laughed and reached out to shake his hand, “ah, hi, I’m Y/N.” you smiled, cheekily, “But my friends just call me Y/N.”

He laughed then looked over to Bucky, “I like this one.” Then he turned back to you again, “And I know your name, Y/N. I’ve heard lots about you,” he said with a wink. But they way he said it peaked your curiosity, what did he mean by ‘lots’?—“Let me introduce you to the guys, since someone,” he gives Bucky a pointed glare, “forgot to do that. So that fuckhead, as you already know, is Bucky. Just ignore him—that’s what the rest of us do.” He leaned in and whispered the last part.

Which caused Bucky to instantly feign offence, “I heard that! And that cuts deep, Wilson.”

He just rolled his eyes then pointed to the guy from last night, “That’s Vis.”

He smiled at you and you smiled back, “Thank you, for last night.”

He just nodded, “it was no bother, really, it’s my job.”

Then Sam pointed to one of the three guys from earlier, “That’s Clint.” Who waved and smiled broadly at you.

Then he pointed to the another, “That’s Bruce.” Who just nodded his head, with a shy smile.

Then he pointed to the final guy, “and the kid is Peter.” Who scoffed and mumbled, “I’m not a kid,” but then quickly gave you a giant smile and a fast ‘hello’.

You smiled at all of them then Maria piped up. “Alright guys, coffee's ready,” she glared and pointed at the men, “but remember your manners, guests first.”

A couple of the guys groaned and you giggled at that, as you got up off your chair, and went to go make a cup of coffee quickly, as to not make the guys wait any longer.

Once you had it made up, you went to sit back down to enjoy the freshly brewed cup of liquid heaven.

All the men then made their coffees and trickled out of the room, one by one. Leaving just you and Maria, after a few minutes. You took a careful sip of your coffee, then held it with both hands in front of you, smelling the sweet aroma of it as Maria joined you at the counter, sitting on a bar stool to your right.

“Is it always this crazy around here?” You asked.

“Yeah, for the most part,” she shrugged, “you get used to it. This place is sort of like a clubhouse. All of us spend our free time here, a few of us even live here.”

“Oh,” you turned to looked at her, “Other people live here besides Steve?”

“Yeah. Bucky has a room down the hall, by Steve’s office. Peggy stays in the suite above the garage. Sam, Clint and Peter have rooms upstairs. Bruce and myself have rooms downstairs. We’re like a giant family, and it’s safer if we all stay together.”

You gaped, wide eyed at her for a moment, “Jesus. How many rooms does this place have?”

“Ah,” she thought about it for a moment. “10,” she finally replied with a nod.

“Holy, this place is massive,” you whispered.

“Yeah,” She laughed, “and each bedroom has its own bathroom.”

You froze then burst out laughing, “Does every room actually have a bathroom?”

She looked confused and you quickly added, “I didn’t realize my room had one this morning, that is sort of why I ended up in the kitchen, without pants on.”

“Oh,” she dragged out the word then laughed again, “it all makes so much more sense now.”

Just then Steve came walking into the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. He paused in the archway for a moment and smiled at you, then wandered over to the coffee maker and started to prepare a cup. You and Maria both just remained quiet, not wanting to interrupt his call. He would reply here and there with the odd, ‘Yup’ or ‘uh huh’. Clearly whoever he was talking to liked the sound of their own voice.

But then he abruptly spun around to look at you, and covered the phones mic with his hand, before pulling the phone away from his ear to whisper, “What size dress do you wear?”

You furrowed your brows then replied with your dress size. Being super confused as to why he was even asking. He took his hand away from the mic and returned the phone to his ear, then said your dress size into it before he turned, picked up his coffee, and left the room. With no explanation as to why he just told some rando your dress size.

Brows still furrowed you turned to look at Maria, mumbling, “The fuck?”

But all she did was shrug and chuckle as she continued to sip her coffee. You shook your head then did the same, both of you falling into an oddly comfortable silence.

After you both finished your coffees, Maria offered to show you around the place. Turns out it was way, way bigger than you’d originally thought. It had a putting green on the roof, for crying out loud. Plus multiple living rooms and dining rooms, a huge laundry room, the two previously stated kitchens, a pool out back, a bowling alley down stairs along with a games room, a movie theatre and a gym.

The only parts of the home you didn’t get to see were the other bedrooms, Steve’s office—though she showed you where it was—and the suite above the garage, where some woman named Peggy lived.

“Maria,” you asked as you made your way back up to the main floor, she hummed for you to continue, “Can I ask who Peggy is?”

“Of course, she was Sarah’s best friend. When Steve’s father died, Peg moved in to help Sarah raise Steve. She is sort of like a second mom to him.”

“I’m guessing Sarah was Steve’s actual mom?” You questioned, quietly.

“Yep, and she was a truly amazing woman. Like a second mom to all of us, she was the glue around here, kept us all together. Losing her hit all of us pretty hard.” She paused for a moment to clear her throat. You guessed speaking about Sarah was a soft spot, most likely for all of them. And made a mental note to not ask about her anymore, just in case. “But when she passed, Steve refused to let Peg move out. He was worried something might happen to her, and he wanted her to continue to live here. That way he knew she was safe, and could just live out her days, comfortably. You’ll probably get a chance to meet her soon.” You just nodded in response as you both neared the top of the stairs into the foyer.

Once you were both in the entryway, the front door opened and two woman walked in. One was older, slightly greying hair, wearing a pretty red dress. The other was younger, around your age, with blonde hair, wearing jeans and a loose white top—Oh, and a wicked resting bitch face. Which was currently directed entirely at you.

“Oh, Maria,” the younger one said in such a mock sweet voice, that even you could tell it was fake, but then she quickly changed her tone to a sneer, “Who’s your little friend.” As she looked you up and down then smiled, but you could tell it was also fake, disapproving even.

You looked at Maria who just rolled her eyes, which almost made you burst out laughing. “A guest of Steves,” she responded coolly.

The younger woman huffed then crossed her arms. Just as you saw her opened her mouth to speak, the older woman beat her to it. “Oh, you must be Y/N,” she said as she walked towards you, “It’s a pleasure to meet you dear, I’m Peggy,” she said warmly—which was a polar opposite response then the other woman’s.

She reached out her hand to shake yours. And you smiled politely back then shook her hand, “It’s nice to meet you as well, Peggy.”

“And this is Sharon, my niece,” She said as she turned to gesture to the still clearly irritated younger woman.

Before you could say anything more you heard footsteps coming down the hall, and you turned just as Steve came around the corner. He halted his steps instantly and looked at you, before his eyes flicked over your shoulder, to the other two woman standing behind you.

“Oh Stevie, there you are,” you heard Sharon purr as her footsteps came up behind you now. “We just had the pleasure of meeting your friend,” she said, and you could hear the disdain in her voice. And damn near feel the stab of her words, ‘your friend.’ They felt like what you assumed a knife in your back would feel like.

Steve sighed, “What are you doing here, Sharon?” The irritation in his voice wasn’t hard to miss.

“I came to see you, we have to prepare for the fundraiser gala tomorrow night,” she said as she reached out to touch his forearm. But he abruptly pulled it away and glared at her, making her freeze in place, “What’s wrong, Stevie?”

Just then Maria quietly excused herself then headed back downstairs. You narrowed your eyes at her, as if begging her to take you with, but she just smirked and shook her head, then disappeared down the stairs. Fucking traitor.

You pressed your lips into a thin line as you spun on your heel, quickly saying, “On that note.” Then beelined it up the stairs to your room. Wanting to get as far away from, whatever the fuck that was, as fast as you could. You reached your room and shut the door softly behind you, before moving the bags off your bed to the floor and flopping down on your stomach.

Who the fuck was that woman to him? And why the fuck did seeing her try to touch him piss you off so damn much? Hearing her talk to him like that? You groaned into the bed then rolled over, onto your back to stare up at the ceiling. Why the fuck am I even here?

Then your mind drifted back to what Bucky had said earlier. Were you just another potential notch? Did he have lots of woman in his life? Were you stupid to believe that he just wanted you, and only you? He is the King of New York for crying out loud. There’s no way he’d be happy with just one woman. With just you. He was ridiculously handsome after all, he probably had multiple girlfriends, ones that would most likely always be around—and fuck that. You weren’t down to be a damn sister-wife. You laughed bitterly. Why do you even fucking care so much? You shook your head then pulled out your phone, opening the text window with Wanda. Quickly typing, ‘Wan’s, where are you right now?’

Your phone pinged, ‘Just leaving my dads shop, you home?’

‘No, I’m gonna call yo— but just as you were typing out your message there was a knock on your door.

You froze for a second, contemplating if you should answer it or not, but then whoever it was knocked again, more urgently. You quickly backspaced your text and typed, ‘No, I’ll call you in a bit, kay?’ then hit send and dropped your phone onto the bed.

You huffed and pulled yourself up, hearing the phone ping again just as you reached the door. Opening it to see Steve standing on the other side, one hand rubbing the back of his neck, the other on his hip.

“Can I come in?” He asked softly, as his blue eyes locked with yours.

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A Love Lost Again (Request)

(This is featuring Huedhaut from SCM)

*This story is going to be an AU ending where MC is transformed back into Clotho, because Huedhaut was unable to get there in time to stop her.

“Damn it Leon!” Huedhaut cursed at the chief minister as he raced through the hallways of the palace. Leon had just informed Huedhaut that MC had chosen to give him the gift of eternal love and had begun her transformation back into Clotho. Why would MC do this without consulting with him first? How could she even think that he could have ever loved Clotho more than he loved her? Didn’t his opinion mean anything to her? These were all questions Huedhaut was internally asking himself on his journey to the king’s throne room. In actuality, Huedhaut wasn’t upset with MC-he was frustrated with himself. He must have not done enough to make MC feel secured and loved. Perhaps, his inability to be a decent partner pushed Clotho into choosing the path she followed all those years ago?

Regardless, it was too late to change the past, and Huedhaut was now focused on the present and his mission to save the woman he loved. He burst through the doors of the throne room, and saw MC lying on the floor, with the king gazing curiously at him. Huedhaut ignored the king and rushed over to take MC into his arms. “MC, why did you choose to leave me?” Huedhaut painfully croaked trying to hold back the tears threatening to escape his eyes. The king who up until this point had been silently observing, chose to finally interject. “Huedhaut, that is no longer the MC you once knew and loved,” the king explained confirming Huedhaut’s worst fears, “Her physical form is still the same, but both her mind and her heart have now transformed into Clotho. Once again, the great goddess of fate has returned to us in the heavens.”

Huedhaut, who was still holding the woman he once loved in his arms, began to tremble with anger and sadness. “You had no right to interfere,”’ Huedhaut snapped, “MC was perfect just the way she was!” He transformed into his divine form and prepared for a stand-off against the king. “Change her back to her human self,” he demanded, “Otherwise, I will no longer serve you in the heavens, and I will use every last power of my being to destroy you.” The king chuckled with amusement, but instead stood almost as if he was challenging Huedhaut to make a move. Meaning every word in his declaration, the aurora around Huedhaut began to shine, and he threw an attack at the king. “That’s enough,” the king firmly ordered while easily blocking the attack. With a snap of his fingers, he had thrown Huedhaut across the back of the room, and he crashed right into the wall. “Uh!” Huedhaut moaned in pain.

“There are some things that even I can’t achieve, and this is one of them. You and Clotho once shared a love so great, that it was envied my many in the heavens,” the king reminded the ruler of Aquarius as he watched him crawl back over to the woman on the floor, “Look at this as not a loss, but as a new beginning. Not many could say they were reunited with the one they loved.” Leaving him with those parting words, the king made his exit from the throne room. Despite his injured body, Huedhaut managed to make his way back over to MC/Clotho. Please, let this be one of the king’s sick and twisted games he likes to play, Huedhaut silently begged. The woman stirred in his arms, and he looked at her in hope and desperation that this was still his MC.

“Hue,” the woman quavered, “Am I really here again?” Huedhaut’s heart sunk when he realized that this woman was indeed Clotho. It was true they shared the same physical features, but the way Clotho was gazing at him, was different from MC’s stare. Clotho shyly smiled, and Huedhaut couldn’t help but compare the fact that it wasn’t the same way MC would smile when she used to get excited about something. She didn’t even wait for an answer, before pulling Huedhaut into her embrace. “I’m so glad we finally have a second chance to be together Hue,” Clotho cheerfully rambled on about how much she had missed him. Huedhaut painfully nodded along to Clotho’s babbling, while mourning the loss of the woman he had truly loved.

It was true that Huedhaut had once loved Clotho, but his true heart and soul had belonged to MC. The other zodiac gods had entered the throne room, and Clotho hurried to greet the gods she had known in the past and introduce herself to the newer ones. Leon gave Clotho a nod, and walked over to Huedhaut, where he remained frozen in the same spot. “The goldfish was just trying to make you happy,” Leon tried to assure his colleague, “She would want you to be happy.” He reached out to put a reassuring hand on Huedhaut’s shoulder, but Huedhaut swatted him away. “MC is gone forever, and you played a role in making that happen,” Huedhaut hissed, “Do you not realize that she’s gone forever?!” Huedhaut’s voice cracked loudly, which caused the other gods and Clotho to glance over. He was about to strike the arrogant minister, when Karno had sensed the severity of the situation and leapt in to intervene. Karno ushered Leon away, and Clotho had returned to Huedhaut.

The pain of seeing “MC” was too much to bear for Huedhaut. “Excuse me,” he abruptly excused himself from Clotho. She tried to protest, but he snapped his fingers and transported himself to MC’s old apartment. Huedhaut went straight for her bed and squeezed one of her old pillows to his chest. Her scent lingered faintly on the pillow, and he inhaled deeply. This was going to be the last time he would ever be this close to her again. With the pillow still clutched tightly to him in his arms, Huedhaut collapsed to his knees. “Fate is a cruel mistress,” he solemnly whispered. Although he was virtually an invincible god, that didn’t mean his heart was spared any less. His eyes grew wet, and the tears had started to stream down his face. Rain had begun to violently fall from the skies, matching the god’s devastated demeanor.

“You just really enjoy hurting me don’t you MC,” Huedhaut suddenly began to chuckle, “You seem to have tendency to do that.” Huedhaut stood up from the ground, and quickly dried his face. “Never again will I justify the emotional scars, just because I loved the person holding the knife.”

Huedhaut tossed the pillow onto the bed. He longingly looked around her room one more time before disappearing. It was time he remembered he was one of the zodiac gods of the heavens. Gods didn’t need pointless distractions like love in their lives. From here on out, he committed himself to eternally serve the heavens and the earth.

After all, you can never be disappointed, if you don’t have any expectations to begin with.

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Boy Oh Boy These Brothers

Peter ParkerxReader

Brother!Thor, Brother!Loki, Dad!Tony to Peter

Word Count: 1,869

Request from Anon: Peter x reader fic where the reader is Thor's and Loki's sister and both of them acting quite different about her relationship with peter. If you could bring in some Peter x dad!Tony, that would be great too.

A/N: Hey! Sorry it took a bit! Been busy. Uh this is probably a bit out of character for Thor and Loki, I’ve never really written with them before so I did what I could. This was really different for me and was a nice challenge. Thank you anon I hope you like it at least a little bit!

Being 500 years younger than your brothers was often difficult. It didn’t help that your mother had given you practically everything of hers. Her personality, her beauty, even her title in her passing. You did have your differences from her but apparently they still needed to treat you different than they did each other.

You were always much closer to your brother Loki, you didn’t often agree with him, but he was a great tutor in magic. He was also more caring towards you than anyone had ever see him be with anyone else, except maybe your mother.

Thor on the other hand, was like any other older brother. He loved you dearly, but you weren’t a priority. You were sort of an enigma to him, he wasn't sure how to act around you. However, over the years and your journeys with him in Misgard, his attitude towards you changed. By the time Thanos was defeated you thought he was going to smother you. He was so protective of you now.

He had good reason, you weren’t just the goddess of the sky, you were the goddess of love and you didn’t need to use your powers for someone to fall for you.

Your fan base was larger than his was, but sometimes he was too much.

Which was why when Peter asked you on a date you didn’t tell either of your brothers. You knew Peter liked you for you, so you didn’t want to chance Thor being mad or Loki possibly cursing Peter.

One date led to two, and a few dates led to several months. How you managed to keep it a secret so long was beyond you. You never really lied to them, you just kept some truths.

It didn’t bother you any, but it did bother Peter.

“Mr. Stark, can I talk to you about something,” Peter asked, sitting down beside the man at his desk in the lab.

“What’s up, Pete?” Tony asked, wondering why the boy looked so nervous.

“So, I think I have a problem… ya know how I’ve been seeing Y/N?”

Tony nodded, wondering what kind of problem the young man could be having with you. Did you force him into loving you with your powers? Did someone else put the moves on you and you went with it? A dozen questions floated around but Peter’s answer surprised him.

“Well, she hasn’t exactly told Thor or Loki… and I’m afraid if she waits any longer they might get really mad…”

“Did you try talking to her about it?”

Peter sighed, “Yeah, and she just gave me the it doesn’t matter it’s none of their business anyway lecture. I just don’t want to upset anyone, ya know? But I’m afraid if I tell them then Y/N will be mad at me.”

Tony pat Peter on the shoulder. “Kid, listen Thor likes you a lot, I doubt he’d have even the slightest problem with you dating his sister. She’s like 600 years old, she can make her own decisions. As for Loki well, just try to not make him mad about anything and you’re good as gold.”

Peter sighed, “Thanks, but that doesn’t really solve my problem.”

“Look, don’t let it be your problem. If it comes down to it, it was her decision to not tell them. She doesn’t want you to, that’s what you tell them if they do find out. They can take it up with her if they have a problem.”

Even after giving it some thought Peter was still unsure, “But what if that doesn’t work? What if they force us to not be together, what if she realizes they’re right and we shouldn’t be together? What if-”

“Woah, slow down Pete,” Tony said, placing a hand on the young man’s shoulder. “Relax a minute okay? You’re thinking too much about what if’s. The thing is, you don’t know what will happen, but you shouldn’t keep working yourself up with scenarios like that. It’s only going to make things worse. If you’re so stressed about it, you know I’d gladly drop the ball for you guys.”

Peter frowned at Tony. “What do you mean drop the ball for us?”

“Ya know, let it slip to Thor and Loki that you two are together. It’d be real easy, I could act like I didn’t know they didn’t know.”

“You want Y/N putting some kind of curse on you?” Peter asked, surprised by his suggestion.

Tony shrugged. “It won’t be as bad as you stressing yourself out like this.”

Peter nodded slowly. “I don’t think I can agree to something like this… but I suppose if you did happen to let it slip, no one would know that you did it on purpose…”

It was a few days later, Tony didn’t even need to set any of his plans into action. Things fell right into place when he caught Thor in passing. It was the perfect opportunity.

“Stark, have you seen my sister? There’s some business we need to discuss.” Thor asked.

Tony didn’t miss a beat as it panned out. “Her and Peter had a date tonight, she didn’t tell you?”

Thor stared Tony down. “What do you mean date?”

“A date. You know, like two people going out, having dinner or something, guy brings the girl home and kisses her goodnight. That kind of date. She really didn’t tell you?”

There was such fury in Thor’s eyes. “No. She did not tell me.”

Tony shrugged. “Maybe she told Loki and forgot to tell you?” He suggested, knowing exactly what would happen next.

“Perhaps. I must go speak with my brother.” Thor turned on his heel and went straight to find Loki.

“Loki!” Thor’s voice rumbled throughout the room.

Loki arched a brow at his brother. “What is it now?”

“How could you not tell me our sister was going on a date with Peter?”

He laughed lightly and answered, “Perhaps because I was unaware that Y/N was on a date with him?”

“Stop playing games. This isn’t funny.”

“I’m not playing anything,” Loki told him, a smile on his face, unable to believe that he was being this way. “She’s old enough to make her own decisions, Thor. She can see whoever she wants.”

“She can not.” Thor stated. “I will not allow our younger sister to date.”

“That’s not your decision to make,” Loki told him.

Their argument went on for an hour. When you and Peter finally returned to the compound you were beyond surprised to hear your brothers yelling at each other all the way from the front entrance.

“Uh, sounds like you better take care of whatever that is going on in there,” Peter suggested.

You sighed, “You’re right. I’ll find you later.” You kissed him gently, a smile on your face, one that made him smile as well. However, you noticed it didn’t quite reach his eyes, he looked rather worried. There was a loud crash, so you pushed your thoughts aside and ran off to find your brothers.

You found them in the living room, which was a total disaster.

“What is going on in here?” You yelled over them.

Both finally stopped shouting and offered you their attention.

“Well?” You asked.

“You should not be dating,” Thor started on you. “I won’t allow it.”

You could only stare at the two of them, surprised. You could let this go a few ways, but frankly it wouldn’t be worth trying to hide it any longer. “I don’t care what you will or won’t allow, Thor. I can date whoever I please.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell him,” Loki cut in before Thor could counter. “Frankly, I think Peter’s a fine choice for you. He’s smart, funny-”

“Enough,” Thor cut it, throwing a lamp towards his brother. “I don’t care who it is. You aren’t dating. I can’t someone use you.”

“Use me?” You questioned. “No one is using me! Just because Jane is being weird with you oh great one, doesn’t mean that Peter, who I care deeply about, is going to use me. I know how he feels about me. Don’t forget part of my powers is being able to feel how others feel about each other.”

“What if he’s tricking you? This has nothing to do with Jane.”

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “You know, I didn’t tell you guys because I really thought Loki was going to be the one to be mad. But I think I’d prefer that over you being mad Thor. But I can see why you would be mad. Your little sister found her love before you were able to get yours back. You’re jealous. I’m done talking about this. Imagine how mother would feel if she knew you wanted to keep me from being with the one I love.”

That was finally able to get through to him. You hated using your mother as ammunition against either of them, but this was ridiculous. Thor finally lost his look of anger, instead he was looking at you like you were right.

“How come you were so easily able to get him to stop but it took me an hour and I failed?” Loki asked, casting a spell to replace everything in the living room to its rightful place and manner.

You shrugged.

“She did not-” Thor started but you and Loki cut him off.

“Yes she did,” Loki said just as you said, “Yes I did.”

“Well now that you both know, at least I don’t have to hide it anymore.” You mused. “I’ll be going now. Behave, both of you. Also, I better not hear from Peter that he was threatened or anything of the sort, understand?”

Thor rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

You turned to leave but a question posed in your mind. “How did you two find out anyway?”

Loki pointed to Thor as he answered. “Stark said something.”

You nodded and finally left and went straight to find Peter. You knocked before entering, he was waiting patiently for you so the two of you could watch a movie. You plopped down beside him.

“Everything alright?” He asked, wrapping an arm around you.

“Oh you know, they found out we were dating and Thor was beyond pissed about it. Wanted me to not be dating, but I put him in his place.”

“Thor was mad?” Peter asked, he really thought he wouldn’t be.

“Yes, and Loki well, he pretty much gave you his blessing.”

“R-really?”

You nodded. “Yup. Now, be honest with me, did you set Tony up to tell them?”

Panic rose in Peter’s eyes, he was thankful your back was against his chest. “N-no of course not. Why did Tony tell them? I have no clue why he would have.”

You released a soft chuckle. “You’re a terrible liar, love.”

Peter sighed. “Alright, I’m sorry… I just… I couldn’t take the secrets anymore…”

“I understand, it feels good having it off my chest.”

“Me too.”

You tilted your head back just right so you could kiss his cheek.

“Thanks for not being mad at me.”

“I love you, remember?”

“I love you, too.”

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[toloveawarlord]

can you tell us a bit about your ikevamp ocs?

*crackles knuckles* Alright, but hear me out. I have currently 15 ocs (13 of them being children but is anyone surprised?) I will certainly be creating suitor specific ocs, but those typically come knocking at my door whenever I am playing a route so it’ll be a few days before I get any of those. 

This is gonna be long so strap yourselves in fam.

I’ll start off with the first OC that I wanted created and that is *drum roll*

1. Amelia Earhart! 

I wanted to have at least one oc that is history based like the rest of the bitey boys, and through my research, I settled on her. Or rather, she flew her airplane right into my oc pile and said “pick me! pick me! I am amazing!” and thus she was the first oc for Ikevamp. 

Amelia or “Melia” as she goes by at the bar she owns in town, was plucked from her time by the Count after her final flight when she disappeared from time itself. In this story, she crashed at her destination but was seriously injured. The Count turned her into a vampire and then took her back to the mansion

I won’t spoil too much or there won’t a reason to write the story, but she ends up moving out of the mansion some time later and opens her own bar, which Arthur frequents as she assists him in finding women who won’t cause a fuss if he drinks their blood. Why did she leave the mansion? Guess I’ll have to write that story soon. 

2. Alara Bayar 

I’m a sucker for kids ending up in the care of the suitors, so I have my little baby Alara. Originally hailing from Turkey, her mother was forced into a marriage with a French noble and Alara came with the two to France. Her step-father barely acknowledges her, and is very cruel to the two. She witnesses an argument that ends in her mother’s death. Attempting to escape her feral step-father, she runs away and finds herself at the mansion late at night. Long story short, they vampire boys take her in as their own child. She was 6 years old when they met her and she has just turned 16 at the present of the game.

And now to get into the kids. Unlike my Ikerev Kids, I’m not planning on doing an origin toddler story for this bunch. I don’t want to run it into the ground. So instead, I’m going to focus on them as teenagers and have some one-shots of them from their toddler days or maybe do some headcannons about them. It’s up in the air at the moment.

Vanessa “Nessa” Bonaparte 

As a child: Generally a happy and good “sister” to the other kids. She typically followed the rules and doesn’t argue with her dad or “Grandpa Count” when asked to do something. 

As a Teenager: Loves swordplay more than any other hobby, sparring and training with her dad is her favorite thing. Attends a public Academy for school and is considered a social butterfly. She has plenty of human friends and cares for them deeply, despite knowing that once high school ends, that she will have to cut them off.

Lyric Mozart (Twin)

As a child: Intimidated by his father’s brilliance and cold nature, he struggled to learn to play the piano. He played the best when doing duets with his twin sister. Began violin lessons at the age of 8. Timid and soft-spoken, he was often left out of play because of his indecisiveness.

As a teenager- Prince Charming, according to his classmates. He solely plays the violin now, accompanying his sister as she plays the piano. He won as President of the Student Council as a second year student at the Academy. He is kind and thoughtful of his fellow students, but keeps the humans at arms length, afraid of rejection because of him being a vampire.

Aria Mozart (Twin)

As a child- Innate talent with the piano, reading musical composition was easy for her, but she struggled to play with how small her hands were. Much more outgoing than her brother, dragging him along with her when playing with the other kids. Vies for her father’s approval more than her twin.

As a teenager- More introverted and focused on her craft. She has a strained relationship with her father, feeling inferior to his skill and pours her energy into catching up with him. Tends to be a loner at school, spending most of her time in the music room, practicing. She struggles with her own identity as a musician.

Emery Newton

As a child- Overly curious and sneaky in nature. She blamed any and all accidents that happened in the mansion on Vanessa, knowing that if she played the cute and innocent card that she would not get in trouble. This only fueled her behavior to play pranks and cause mischief in the home.

As a teenager- Currently suspended from the academy for blowing up the science laboratory. She did it to spite the teacher who she claims is ill-qualified to teach them. She is currently studying along side her father, preferring this to school as she finds school dull and boring. Skips class often whenever she does attend.

Owen Da Vinci 

As a child- Ring leader of the kids. If they all played together, he made the rules and was the only one who could change them. Hated losing and would bend the rules so that he could win. Could be a bit of a bully if things weren’t going his way.

As a teenager- Exudes charm and is always surrounded by both girls and boys. He competes in horse races and is the captain of the school team. He drinks the blood of some of his classmates but uses a drug to put them into a fog so that they don’t remember. 

Alaina Conan Doyle 

As a child - Cried all the time for attention. Thick as thieves with Emery. The two were practically inseperable.The biggest troublemaker of the girls. Even as child, her blood lust was hard to control. She couldn’t enter a public school until high school. Her thirst was easy to quench as a child, since she couldn’t drink that much blood. 

As a teenager- Attends the academy but has to take a bottle of blood with her to sip on throughout the day. she calls them her smoothies to help with a “health condition”. In her first year of school, she killed a classmate by accident and was nearly banned from returning. Loves to play around with humans, especially timid boys. She cuts them to drink the blood without biting. 

Clarisse Van Gogh

As a child- Pure flower child. She loved being outdoors and in nature. She would often get lost in the forest chasing after a butterfly and would have to constantly be watched when outside. She likes to play with her dad’s paints and would rather spend time with him than playing games with the other kids. 

As a teenager- Still a pure bean. Her classmates refer to her as an airhead and gullible. She makes good marks in class but is typically doodling or daydreaming during lessons. She is willing to help anyone out no matter how busy she is. Paints a lot of abstract things, simply adding color and strokes based on her feelings. 

Malachi Van Gogh (Twin)

As a child- Big brother to his twin and his cousin. He often bumped heads with Owen if the other child ever tried to pick on the other two Van Goghs. He especially cared for Clarrise, because he could tell she could not fend for herself at all. 

As a teenager- Wary of humans. He did not attend the academy until Clarisse did, joining a second year when she was in first. He has no interest in art, but has a deep love for baking. He makes the lunches for all the kids attending school.

Knox Van Gogh (Twin)

As a child - Constantly felt like he had to compete for his brothers attention. He could be intentionally mean to Clarisse but regretted instantly because of her soft nature and she never got upset with him. He cried easily.

As a teenager- Bad boy, loner. He is the only child not attending school. He tends to wander at night, getting close to humans. He finds them fascinating in how they don’t sense danger lurking around them as a vampire would. He sometimes steals Clarisse’s art and sells it for cash.

Katsuro Dazai

As a Child- Quiet and introverted. He prefers to read books and play alone. He questions everything in his path, trying to find the meaning behind it. His favorite things to play with was sand. 

As a teenager- Still relatively quiet. He spends most of his time with Clarisse, either reading or writing while she paints. He follows her around at school, not conversing with other classmates. He finds her light to be so blinding that he can’t help but be near her.

Nina Shakespeare 

As a child- Nina was locked away in her room until the age of 8, not allowed out or allowed visitors other than her father. Developed an imaginary friend that she kept even as she grew older. When she was finally allowed out into the mansion, she hated the other children out of jealousy and lashed out often.

As a teenager- Aloof at school and unapproachable. Many of classmates are afraid of her. She absolutely despises discussing her father’s works as she blames him for her horrible and lonesome childhood. She creates dark and tragic stories to reflect her own feelings towards the world. Nina cannot connect with her classmates because she fears them rejecting her and leaving her alone.

Nico Moreau (The Count’s Son with his mother's maiden name)

As a child - Curteous and inclusive, he always tried to keep the peace among the kids. Never a fussy child. He did whatever was asked of him and thoroughly respects his father. 

As a teenager- Keeps up with all the happenings at the school, especially anything related to the other vampires. He is the one tasked with making sure that Alaina doesn’t kill any other students. He is suspected to be the next student council president after Lyric graudates as his classmates find him to be gentle and kind and very smart. He hides his own bloodlust well. He falls only 3rd behind Alaina and Owen in thirst level, but he has the most self control.

Lucien D’Arc

As a child- A follower of the other kids. He never stood out, and was called lazy most of the time. The only game he ever excelled at was hide and seek, and he  loved to be the seeker, feeding off the others fear of being found. Had a tendency to harm small animals. 

As a teenager- Learned sword play but finds it tedious and dull. Has a sadistic side. He loves human girls because of the smell of their blood when they are frightened. Rarely follows through with drinking their blood, finding satisfaction in bringing them to the brink of breaking from their fears. 

The kids are all going to the academy under the family name Moreau so that no one questions their original surnames. 

The kids are not set in stone fully, as they might get more siblings or they might slightly change. 

And there you have it! All my current ocs for the game! 

Let me know which ones you are most interested in! ^_^

-Ruka