#he does this every morning like he’s winding up his energy to go outside

[averageapplepie]

some free serotonin for your Sunday.

[gilverrwrites]

Bat Feeder

AN: I keep seeing those rich people social media posts where people fill Dollie’s up with snacks and leave them outside for delivery drivers, and imagining doing something similar for the bats. Bat-Fam/Reader, 1K words (Batman, Harley Quinn, Nightwing, Red Hood, Robin, Signal, and Spoiler) CWs: None, just a silly little fluff fic. GN! Reader

It starts small, just a tray with some water bottles, packs of gum, maybe some protein bars and a multi-pack of chips you bought but didn’t like. You write ‘For Batman, Robin, and other vigilantes; Thanks for what you do :)‘ in Sharpie on the front of the tray and leave it on your balcony, not really expecting much, it was just a silly thought after too much doom scrolling.

It goes untouched for weeks, you’ve almost forgotten about it until one night, at like 2 AM you hear the sound of heavy boots walking on metal grate, so faint you would have missed it if you’d been asleep. Curious, you peek through your curtain and there’s Red Hood!

He stands there for a long time, motionless as he seems to stare at it, helmet hiding any real emotion until he pockets a pack of gum and water before leaving, dropping down into the street.

News must spread amongst the other heroes cause within a few days the basket is nearly empty. Enthused, the next time you go to the store you pick up some new items, just a few extra bits that are within your budget; chips that don’t taste like cardboard, candy, and energy drinks.

Your efforts are clearly appreciated as you wind up having to restock every couple of days. The energy drinks are the biggest takers, and you worry you might be supplying the younger ones with high amounts of caffeine that they shouldn’t be having.

One day you’re scrolling through insta during your work break and see Spoiler has posted a masked selfie of herself holding up a chocolatey protein bar with the caption ‘Perks of the job! 💜⭐️ #thankyoukindcivilian’ or something like that. In the back of the photo you see your basket and you’re elated.

Another day you wake up to a note wedged halfway through your window, it’s from Robin, stating that he’s a vegan and if it’s not too much trouble could you cater to that. The same day you dump a bunch of fruit that you were never gonna eat anyway into the basket and hope it will hold over until your next trip to the store where you spend ages examining the dietary information of everything you pick up, eventually finding a couple of items you hope he’ll like.

Your efforts are appreciated because the next day you find another note from him offering his gratitude.

After the novelty has worn off it dies down, you fall into a routine; they never take too much, so you only have to top it up every few weeks. Until one morning you wake up to find it completely ransacked, your sign has been scribbled out, replaced by the words: ‘THX 4 THE SNACKS’, and a bunch of doodles. You suspect Harley Quinn since one of the drawings is her trademark 3 of diamonds.

Unsure how to proceed, you clean up the mess and bring it inside. You don’t want to attract danger, but you did enjoy doing it. The graffitied tray sits by the door for a long time while you consider what to do, more and more forgotten with each day.

That’s until there’s a knock on your balcony door in the middle of the night. Seems ominous, risky in a city like Gotham, especially after what happened with Harley, but just like that night with Red Hood, you can’t help but investigate.

When you poke your head around the curtain you find Nightwing staring back at you. He smiles and waves to you like you’re long-time friends and it does a lot to ease your shock.

“Um, hi. Can I help you?” You ask as you open the door.

“Uh, maybe, see, I came all the way from Blüdhaven cause I was told there would be snacks.” He replies, dramatically looking around your balcony as he speaks. “But there’s no snacks.”

“Yeah. I stopped after Harley Quinn vandalised it.” You gesture to the now discarded red and black tray. “But I have some chocolate, if you want some. Or do you like Cheez-Its?”

“You don’t have to do that.” He sounds disappointed.

“No it’s fine, it’s no trouble, wait here!”

You raid your kitchen before returning with a handful of snacks and drinks from your own supply and offer them Nightwing.

“Oh wow, Thanks!”

You didn’t have to, but you’re glad you did. He has such a genuinely giddy look on his face.

“Really though, we don’t do it for the free stuff, we appreciate it a lot.” He speaks between mouthfuls of M&Ms. “If you ever wanted to do it again, I wouldn’t worry about Harley. She's mostly harmless to civilians these days.”

He thanks you a few more times before leaving to finish his patrol, but not before warning; “Hey, don’t open your door for any more strangers in the middle of the night, yeah? Well, unless they’re as handsome as me.”

Harley being mostly harmless doesn’t fill you with confidence, but you figure if those guys are brave enough to risk their lives fighting crime, you can be brave enough to put a box of treats outside. This time with a new sign that reads “For Bats, birds, other vigilantes, and Harley Quinn ♥️”

You hope including her might make her less likely to lash out.

From there everything falls back into normality for a while, you even start adding seasonal treats for special occasions, until eventually, they seem to stop by less and less, perhaps they grew bored or maybe you’re not a convenient stop on their latest patrol route, you don’t really mind, you persist.

Every now and again on your days off you’ll spot signal stopping by, he always gives you a smile and a thumbs up when he sees you watching him.

After months and months, maybe a year or so it happens. The big one. You’re struggling to sleep one night, the flat just feels too hot, too claustrophobic. Overwhelmed by it you storm outside, needing the night sky and its cold air but when you get there you’re greeted by an imposing shadow of a man, Batman. He’s holding a half-drunk bottle of water and his entire body is so stock still, you’re not even sure if he’s real or a statue. After a solid minute of silent staring you quietly step back inside, count to 30, and re-emerge. He’s gone, completely dissolved into the darkness of the night with half a bottle of water and a snack pack of mint Oreos.

[stainedglassvariations]

LADS and Claymores

Inspired by the lovely @heartswithinreach and her amazing imagines. I haven't posted anything on tumblr for YEARS, but I love the boys so much I decided to give it another go!

Inspired by the fact that I am, for the first time in my twenty three years of life, a heavy weapon main in this game. Minor spoilers for some of the main story and yes, no Sylus. I'm trying to be a good girl and not skip ahead so I haven't met him yet :(

Zayne is concerned. Throwing all that weight around everyday applies serious stress on your body, and he wants to make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Are you consuming enough protein, carbs, and water to aid in your muscle recovery? What about your sleep schedule? You are making sure to stretch before and after work, right? You always feel a little dizzy whenever you have dinner together, trying to keep up with his rapid fire questions. 

On a softer note, he always offers a massage whenever you come home with him. His evol leaves his hands blessedly cool as he rubs soothing circles in your knots. By the time he finishes, you’re a boneless, half-asleep heap on his bed. They also make up for the foul smelling horse pills he expects you to take with a full glass of cherry juice in the morning. 

During combat, he stays clear. He knows his strengths, and they don’t include trying to keep up with your great-sword swinging self. He can, however, freeze the feet of your targets which gives you ample time to wind up a decisive, fatal blow. And… you do look lovely under a shower of ice and Metaflux. 

Rafayel is upset. It’s hard to be your knight in shining armor when you’re swinging around a sword as tall as he is! Not that he wants you to be a damsel in distress anymore or anything, but a part of him misses the way you once needed him to come to your rescue. Plus, his flames and dagger are just a piss-poor combo when it comes to your team ups. You spend more energy making sure you don’t end up cleaving your favorite artist in two than you do fighting Wanderers.

Now, outside of fights, it’s a bit of a different story. If you can handle the weight of a claymore then surely holding him in your lap for hours on end is nothing in comparison, right? Oh, and he needs help moving a second wardrobe into his bedroom, you don’t mind do you? While you’re at it, Thomas is having a new frame delivered for his newest portrait so could you please bring that in with you?

You roll your eyes at the majority of his requests, but he always looks so genuinely put out whenever he sees you materialize your sword for combat that you don’t have the heart to say no. 

Xavier is confused. What’s wrong with a normal sword, why do you need one that’s almost as big as he is? You honestly don’t have an answer for him outside of “I like the way it feels” and “it’s hard to be scared shitless when you’ve got a big ass sword”. 

Really, watching you swing that thing around makes him feel tired. More so than usual he means. You’re not built for prolonged combat, so you go into every fight ready to put down the threat as quickly as humanly possible. He dutifully marches in after you, cleaning up the Wanderers lucky enough to escape your initial slaughter. 

It does make it weird for him whenever you ask him to open jars or help lift heavy boxes outside of work, though. Do you really need his help opening this pickle jar or are you just feeling lazy and don’t want to apply the effort? Your silence is telling. 

BONUS:

Caleb thinks you’re kidding. He laughs when you tell him that you chose to specialize in two-handed weapons, and then he sees your Hunter’s application. What follows is the most bizarre fight the two of you have ever had.

He asks you if you hit your head on the way to register or if you’re just stupid which immediately puts you on the defensive. When you deny both these things, he proceeds to lecture you on the long term consequences of muscle damage as if that’s the biggest thing you’ll have to worry about when you’re going to be out hunting literal aliens. Surprise, surprise, that makes him even more mad. 

In the end, the truth comes: he hates that you’re becoming a Deepspace Hunter. It’s a surprising show of vulnerability that makes your chest go tight and your knees weak. You toe the ground, suddenly too shy to look up at his face, and mumble something about switching over to mid-range pistols before hightailing it out of his room. You don’t, of course, you forget somewhere in the two minutes it takes to wrench open your bedroom door and dive under the covers. The look on his face when he sees you going through some exercises while back home from basic almost, just almost, makes it worth it.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 36 of????

1830 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

You seethe for the entire drive home. Furious at Taehyung's father for forcing him into an arranged marriage, furious at Taehyung for not standing up for himself, and furious at yourself for not trying harder to fight for Taehyung. You know better than anyone how difficult it can be to go against your family's wishes for you. But at least your family thought they were doing what was best for you, Taehyung's family only wanted to save themselves.

It takes all of your energy to try and calm down before you reach home, knowing the moment any of them scented you they would smell your anger and Taehyung's sorrow.  You contemplate heading into the main house first to shower, knowing that the builders finished one of the bathrooms last week, but you'd still be stuck in the same clothes so it'd only be dampening the smell, not removing it. 

You walk through the side gate to find Yoongi sitting out on the steps to the annexe. He looks up the moment he hears the wrought iron creak. He looks like he hasn't slept the entire night.

"Did something happen?" You ask.

"Yeah, a man I've come to care quite a lot about has suddenly become absent in my life for no discernable reason and on top of that, for some unknown reason, the woman I love stole my car and then stayed out all night without more than a brief text as an explanation," 

He looks at you expectantly, waiting. But you don't have an answer to give him. The news of Taehyung's impending nuptials isn't yours to share, and you can't tell him anything about last night without including that detail. You sit on the step below him and lean your head against his lap.

His hand finds its way into your hair easily. He gently tugs out the tangles you didn't have a chance to brush that morning.

"You don't want to talk about it? Or you can't?" He asks softly.

"It's not my story to tell," You confirm.

The two of you stay there silently for a while, watching the wind blow through the grass. You can tell he wants to push for more information, but he knows better.

Jin finally moves the two of you when he comes home from the night shift. He brings breakfast with him and gives it to Yoongi to set up, insisting that you go and shower before eating. What he didn't clarify before sending you into the bathroom was that he intended to shower with you, insisting on saving the water. 

He steps into the basin behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing along your shoulder up to the pulse point under your ear.

"Is there anything I can do to remove that rotting flower undertone to your scent?" He asks before nibbling at your earlobe.

"I don't think so, Jinnie," You admit, leaning back into his touch.

He reaches to the side and takes the soap from the shelf, using it to lather up the both of you. He offers compliments as he goes, making you blush with every word. It does little to soothe the memories of your fight, but it reminds you of the love your partners have for you and one another. If anyone can figure out how to fix Taehyung's problem it's your family. 

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Taehyung sits on his sister's bedroom floor as she dangles with her head off the side of the bed like they would when they were younger. They spent a lot of their formative years here, putting the world to rights. It seemed fitting that they be here again if Eun Jin did in fact have a plan that would save Taehyung from his parent's plan. 

"When we were younger, we went to a birthday party for a girl we had never met. Mum and Dad insisted that we attend as it was for the daughter of a very wealthy shareholder within one of their companies. Now, I don't particularly expect you to remember, it was around the time you were permanently drunk. However, that party was for Y/N L/N." Eun Jin explained. 

Taehyung listens with rapped attention. His sister is right, he has absolutely no memory of this party. His teen years all blend into one drunken blur when he tries to focus on them. Eun Jin goes on to explain that his father had always intended for their youngest brother to marry into this family, at the time Taehyung had been too much of a screw-up to consider, but Jong Gyu would've been perfect.

However, they had realised that plan wouldn't work as your parents had seemed pretty set on having you marry Romero, despite him being so many years your senior. In fact, after a brief conversation with your parents, it seemed like the idea of setting you up with another hybrid had been laughable to them anyway, so Taehyung's family abandoned that plan completely. 

Now, with her parents no longer a factor in her decisions, Eun Jin is under the impression that their family would be willing to accept you as his bride. 

Taehyung looks at his sister in shock, struggling to digest all the information he's been given. It seems too simple. Too easy. 

To escape his forced marriage all he needs to do is propose to the woman he loves instead? Nothing in his life is ever that simple... Unless it could be. 

"Do you really think Father would let me out of the arrangement that easily?" Taehyung asks in disbelief.

"I think it's your best shot." Eun Jin shrugs. 

"Then I guess it's a shot I'll have to take."

"Just make sure Mom is also in the room so you can play on the little sympathy she might have for love." Eun Jin reminds him, "Also you should perhaps get your pack onboard first..."

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For the remainder of his day, Taehyung sits through tedious meetings about wedding details with a fiance who seems roughly as enthused as him. It would seem she would also rather be anywhere else, which would at least make it easier when it came down to telling her the wedding was off. The families must've known neither of them wanted to truly be there as they never gave them even a second to be alone in the same room together

The Hirelys refused to leave until gone 9:00 pm. By that time everyone in Taehyung's family was exhausted. It turned out that while the bride may not have been ecstatic about the wedding, her family was insufferably chipper. They chattered nonstop and couldn't quite tell when they had outstayed their welcome even though the wedding planner had left hours prior.

"See Taehyung-ah... she isn't so bad." His mother commented as they all sat down for their evening tea.

"It doesn't matter either way. Our deal has been struck." His father states.

They all sip their tea silently, shuffling awkwardly in their seats. Eun Jin's gaze darts from Taehyung to their father, urging him to speak. Taehyung pretends not to notice, the tea leaves at the bottom of his cup seeming far more fascinating than anything else in the room. 

In theory, Taehyung has spent most of his life standing up to his father. The only problem is that he has ultimately lost every fight, and he isn't sure whether he is prepared to finally lose the battle if his father doesn't agree with the plan they have cooked up. 

It seems that Eun Jin doesn't harbour the same fears as she rolls her eyes and takes matters into her own hands.

"Daddy?" She starts, as she always does when she wants something "What if Taehyung-ah found himself a better bride, someone who would boost his reputation just as much, if not more than the girl you found?"

"Oh don't be silly dear." Their Father chastises, "No one of that high a calibre would be stupid enough to go for Taehyung, we are fortunate enough that the Hirelys agreed to this."

"I'm right here," Taehyung grumbles at the put-down, although no one takes any notice of him.

"What if he could marry Y/N L/N?" Eun Jin pushes.

His father audibly snorts into his tea presuming Eun Jin to be joking.

"No one has seen Y/N in months Eun Jin," Taehyung's brother chimes in "You'd never find her, and why would she want to marry Tae any way?"

Taehyung shoots evils at his brother who holds his hands up in defence. 

"We've seen her, In fact, we all saw her last night sneaking into Taehyung's bedroom, and this morning when Father yelled at her for being here..."

Their father pales.

"That can't have been her, don't be silly. The girl is a recluse. Her parents told me that after her husband's untimely accident, she moved home, she's been in mourning ever since and refusing to come out, they say she isn't well in the head."

"Her parents are lying!" Taehyung bursts out.

He jumps from his seat and slams a fist on the table. He realises he may have made a mistake when his father matches his actions, a standoff taking place over the table as the two men stare each other down. Taehyung does his best not to flinch away from his father's glare.

"It has been decided Taehyung, you will marry the Hirely girl and you will like it, no more of this hypothetical nonsense. You are a grown man and you will honour the commitment you made."

"No father, you want me to honour the commitment you made not me," Taehyung's voice cracks as he finishes the sentence.

"Taehyung you need to marry, and she really is a lovely girl. You should just accept this match," His mother says trying to comfort him.

"If this is just about me marrying then why can't I choose the partner?" He turns to his mother pleading in his eyes.

"You can't be trusted to pick a suitable match." His father sighs, rubbing his brow in frustration,

"Wouldn't you consider Y/N a suitable match?" Eun Jin asks.

"I might, but there is no way that girl this morning was the real Y/N. And even if she was I'm certain she wouldn't marry Taehyung." Their father scoffed.

"So if we can prove that she is the real Y/N and she says yes you'll consider it?" Taehyung's sister pushes.

"I'll consider it, only because I'm certain this won't work out the way you want it to," Their father agrees.

Taehyung reaches out his hand to shake his father's, knowing that no deal is complete in his father's eyes without it. Begrudgingly the older man meets Taehyung's grasp.

Immediately after they let go, Taehyung reaches for his keys and sprints for the door.

"Where do you think you're going, young man?" His father shouts.

"I'm going home, I have a proposal to figure out!" He shouts back before slamming the door closed behind him."

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Masterlist

[artemistorm]

Mini story -- Time tries to get the rest of the Chain up and ready to travel for the day but the rest of the Chain says no.

Time strode in to the stable of sleeping heroes, surprised to see that none of them were up despite the fact that the sun was already starting to rise.

"Time to get up," He announced. "We got a long day of travel ahead of us." Several heroes groaned and rolled over in response. Time made his bed, collected his bathing items and went down to the lakeside to wash up.

The plan was to start heading toward Death Mountain to deal with some of the monster camps springing up in the Gorons' mines. They hoped to make it to Foothill stable at least but ideally as far up towards Goron city as daylight would allow.

Time washed up, changed clothes, he even bothered to shave that morning. He could normally go week between shaving his face, but the stubble was starting to itch and irritate him. Once he was done, he neatly folded his nightclothes and returned to the stable.

Wild sat by the bright young fire that another traveler had lit. He was fully dressed, but still wrapped in a stable blanket and he stared blankly into the flames.

"Wild, what do you have planned for breakfast?" Time asked.

Wild looked up, startled out of whatever thoughts he'd been lost in. He then narrowed his eyes and hissed at Time, then took out his slate and teleported away right in front of him.

"Ah, hehe. Always startles me when he does that," the other traveler tending to the fire laughed. Time wasn't sure what to make of it. Where had he gone?

Warriors exited the stable, dressed, but lacking armor.

"Is everyone up?" Time asked.

"It's... a slow morning." Warriors answered. "Expect to leave a little later today."

"Not too late, I hope," Time answered frowning. "We have a lot of ground to cover." He entered the stable to find most of the Links still varying states of waking up.

Sky was sitting up with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, but his eyes were closed and he looked to be asleep. Legend was sitting on the floor next to the bed. Wind was an unmoved mound of blankets. Hyrule lay awake and blinking dreamily up into the rafters. Twilight sat cross-legged on his bed rummaging through his bag while Four was curled up next to him in a tight little ball.

"What's going on? Why aren't you up yet?" Time asked. "We need to get going." He moved to Wind's bedside and shook what was probably Wind's shoulder.

"Come on, time to wake up," he said. Wind rolled to look at him with rosy cheeks and tired red eyes.

"No. Shut up. Fuck you," he growled and retreated under the covers completely. Time was taken aback.

There was a thump and Time looked up to see Sky still wrapped in his blanket but laying on the floor and inchworming toward his pile of stuff. Legend was up on his feet but he limped every single step he took and his face pinched in pain. Hyrule stretched and yawned loudly but made no move to get up. Unexpectedly, Wild strode back into the stable, grabbed Hyrule's bare foot.

"You're coming with me!" He said and teleported them both away, Hyrule squawking in surprise and dressed in nothing more than his pajamas.

Time sighed and Warriors pulled him back toward the fire outside. "The night stablemaster said that Wind was up in the night with nightmares," Warriors said. "Made him some hot chocolate and stayed up with him for a while. He'll likely need another hour or two of sleep at least."

"I see," Time said and sighed again. "Wind's behavior I can understand, but we took yesterday as a rest day for a reason--with the expectation that today everyone would be up and ready to go as soon as light allowed."

"Time. These boys may be heroes, but they're also boys. They need more than one day of rest once in a blue moon. They aren't perfect little soldiers with infinite energy and morale. You can only push them so far before they will push back."

"I know that, but we have a job to do. The Gorons--"

"Can wait," Warriors interrupted. "They aren't, dying, the city isn't under attack, the just can't dig rocks in their usual spots. It's not that urgent."

Time sighed yet another time. So much for their grand travel plans.

"Besides, I can tell that you need a break too," Warriors said with a sly grin. "You've been impatient recently, taking everything too seriously, skipping meals, nagging, sighing at every little thing that doesn't go according to plan... you need a break just as much as the rest of us."

Time refrained from sighing but he sure felt like it. He hadn't noticed he'd been doing those things more, but he certainly recognized the pattern. They were indeed some of his tells of being overworked.

"Is that why you aren't wearing your armor this morning?" Time deflected. "You already decided that today needs to be another rest day?"

"It's possible," Warriors shrugged.

Time was a proud man and he hated to admit it, but Warriors was right. They needed another rest day. If nothing else, they could do it for Wind's sake.

"So what do you say, Old Man?" Warriors prodded him.

"I think you and I are cooking breakfast this morning," Time answered. "For whenever these sleepyheads choose to get up."

"Eyyy that's was I was hoping to hear!" Warriors smiled. "I'll go tell the troops they can go back to bed. You break out the bacon and start mixing up some flapjack batter."

"Only if you tell the stablemaster we're camping out another day," Time answered.

The End.

[ghxstyfae]

Little Doe ♡ John B headcanons

John b is just so daddy. He needs to take care of something, and he loves taking care of his little doe.

Warning: nsfw, not x reader, bit of dacryphilia,

He calls her doe, little doe, and doe-girl most of the time

Shes actually pretty tall, 5'7, very skinny and frail though.

They met somewhere in the middle of the woods. She was foraging for berries (living her aesthetic nara smith life) to make a berry pie.

Whem she heard him rustling around, watching her, her head snapped up with wide eyes, just like a deer and thats where the nickname stuck.

When they approached her she was wary of them, but outstretched her basket to offer strawberries.

She has longg brown hair, and brown eyes that John B absolutely LOVES

Hes always staring at her wide eyes, even helps her put on mascara sometimes when shes tired before they go out

Like most my girls, shes a big fan of Sanrio, her favourite being pompompuri

Doe isnt too hard to please, one of her biggest love languages is penguin pebbling. She adores when john b brings her little things that remind him of her.

That being said she did it first, making him little knitted projects, crocheted keychains, regular rocks, crystals, or whatever she thinks he might like.

Its just how she shows her affection.

Doe girl doesnt like wesring shirts. Or bras. Half the time shes walking around home or the chateau in just her loose pants, overalls, etc. Titties to thr wind

She also likes wearing outfits like this, this, and this

Daddy jombee gets a little upset at that (^^), especially at first when he and jj walks in to her wearing her patchwork overalls and knitting in the couch.

"Doe weve talked about this before" "if boys can have their tits out so can i daddy" that shut him up quickly enough, considering neither him nor jj were wearing shirts.

Shes lowkey a crybaby, very fragile emotionally and that makes her really anxious

Gets overstimulated from people VERY easily, she lives near a forest that shes constantly exploring whwn she wants a break

Every thursday and sunday they go on a date night, but sometimes she asks to cancel whatever plans they had and either stay in or have a picnic outside.

It didnt take long for the tradition to have 1 solo date night a week, and 1 date where they're around other people

Shes so extremely kinky, but would never share that verbally

Loves to be tied up, esp with the colourful rope Jombee uses.

Shes very quiet when JJ, Pope, Kiara, etc. Are around, even though theyve known eachother for a very long time

Its not that she doesn't like them, shes just a silent soul

As i mentioned, shes a crier, and John B loves it. He loves watching her wide eyes fill up with tears as she takes him, gripping onto his back

Her nails are naturally a decent length and she shapes them sorta almond ish, but the scratch marks on daddys back are deep and sharp

She wakes up very early, almost 5 am every day, and she goes to bed at around 10:30.

First thing she does when she wakes up is makes a fruity smoothie (on weekends she'll make pancakes or waffles), take care of her plants, and finish up any laundry or dishes.

She is absolutely a morning bird, and looses her energy as the day goes on.

This results in naps from 2 pm to 3:40 (shes a creature of habit)

Shes lowkey very book smart buut not street smart at all. Kinda like Pope,

but worse, very oblivious. This is one of the reasons her and JB work so well together. He sees her as someone he gets to take care of

Holds his pinky instead of his whole hand

Doe always says the right thing. Shes a super comforting and empathetic person and is always the person to go too when you need advice

Hates scary things, she really is like a deer in headlights at any sign of horror or danger.

[pinkandbeelz]

My Haikyuu headcanons Karasuno Part 1 - FIRST YEARS

By Beelz

This Colour means = Pink has contributed to the idea.

Hinata Shoyo

🧡• Has diagnosed ADHD. He is constantly very resteless and unfocused, the main reason why he has bad grades. Constantly forgets to take his meds, especially before exams, because he overthinks and worries himself too much beforehand. Has periods of time were he will just hyperfixate on volleyball, and the team especially has to keep an eye on him during these times because he may get too focused during a game and mess up frequently, ruining the flow of the game.

🧡• Before he discovered volleyball, he enjoyed skateboarding, and he still does. He skates to school every morning, along with the occasional morning walks with Kageyama. Alternatively, Hinata uses a skateboard as opposed to his iconic bicycle.

🧡• When he was younger, he would stand outside in the rain, like plants would grow, he thought he would too. His parents told him it as a joke, considering he was always shorter than all his classmates, his parents had never expected him to actually take it seriously and did it for about a month before his parents had to get him to stop because he kept getting awful colds afterwards.

🧡• Loves spending time with the club outside of school, whether it be spending time at Ukai's store or playing just dance at Tanaka's place. Everyone knows that he'll be there every time. The team is like a second family and often doesn't have much to do at home, so he always responds quickly and always shows up.

🧡• After meeting Kenma and getting his number, they often chat about random things. Often, it's early morning, while kenma is getting ready for bed, and Hinata is getting ready for a morning run, at around 5am. Hinata will usually ramble on about his day or how a practice match went, Kenma will often listen while playing a random video game. Sometimes, they video call each other - while Kenma will put on a puzzle game for them both to play, Hinata often seeing a different way than Kenma, they usually win fairly quickly.

Kagyama Tobio

🥛• Loves morning walks. He will usually go with Hinata, as he knows that Hinata also needs to release some energy before the day begins. He loves the fresh smell of morning air, the sound of the trees rustling in the wind, while watching Hinata skateboard his way down the street, a couple meters in front of him.

🥛• Kageyama is very short-tempered and often needs to get away from things to clear his head. He might just sit by the ocean front while thinking about things that may have annoyed him years ago that he's still not over yet.

🥛• After he found out that Hinata skateboarded, he got into the idea of it, too. Sometimes, after school, Hinata would offer to let Kageyama borrow his skateboard to try use - as they walk home together on the same route. At the beging, it usually consisted of Hinata laughing when Kageyama fell off or couldn't go in the right direction. However, a few months later, he began to get the hang of it and eventually got his own skateboard, too, often him and Hinata will skate home together.

🥛• When he was younger, at Christmas, Kageyama would open the back of his advent calander and eat all the chocolates before the right day. He found out from his older sister one year and hasn't stopped doing it since.

🥛• One day, Hinata asked if Kageyama could teach him how to play the piano. Hinata only asked this because he noticed Kags had a piano in his house that belonged to his sister. So Hinata put two and two together and decided Kageyama looked like he could play the piano, so one day Kags invited him over and tried his best to teach him. Unsurprisingly, the session only resulted in a lot of keyboard smashing and almost ended up with someone's head being smashed into the keys - wether it was voluntary or not

Tsukishima Kei

🎧 • One year, when he was little, him and his family travelled over to britain. They went to a huge fancy museum that had a giant dinosaur skeleton at the entrance. After seeing it, he refused to look anywhere else for the rest of that day. This was the start of his dinosaur obsession.

🎧 • Always makes fun of the people shorter than him because he used to hate being tall. He was always told it was a good thing, but he hated standing out - being the tallest kid he was always pointed out and talked about by other kids. However, after he joined the volleyball club in middle school, he realised it was a blessing - and he can quite literally look down on people, so that was a plus

🎧 • Usually when he's overwhelmed or looking for a place to escape, he will just listen to music wether it be in school, walking home, or in the club room - its his way out of any stressful situations.

🎧 • He treasures his headphones as his brother gave them to him as a birthday gift when he turned 10. Akiteru had started working a few hours a week, and every bit of money he earned went towards the headphones. And for that, he was utterly grateful.

🎧 • Wastes the majority of his allowance on fluffy blankets and train rides. He loves watching the sunset on the beach, usually it would be just him and Yamaguchi - they started doing this shortly after their established friendship, but after joining Karasuno there have been times were he has invited the whole team out for a nice relaxing view, sometimes even a barbeque. Yamaguchi would invite them out for his tsunedere ass. Tsukki doesn’t wanna admit he likes them.

Yamaguchi Tadashi

🍠• Yamaguchi's first job was working at Shimada Mart. The job came up when Shimada overheard Yamaguchi talking about wanting a job somewhere, but was worried about the opportunity because he's never properly worked professionally before. He was really appreciate when he took on the job. Everything was great, he was good at doing what he was asked, always on time, etc. The only problem was that whenever a customer would ask him about something he would just freeze up, often reply stuttering and end up giving the wrong information to the customer.

🍠• After an awkward day of school, and or work, he would just lay in bed at night staring at his ceiling thinking about how dumb he must've looked standing awkwardly trying and failing to awnser simple questions.

🍠• Yamaguchi is very shy by nature, but when he's around the team, he opens up a lot. He often surprises himself with how much he is himself around his friends and how often they push him out of him comfort zone and most of the time ends up finding things he really enjoys doing with the Karasuno team along the way.

🍠• After various field trips with the team, hes found he really enjoys them. Sometimes, he manages to coax Takeda into letting them borrow the school bus. Allowing Daichi to drive as he's the only one who actually has a licence out of the entire team. It's never clear where they're going to go that night, but its always a good time wherever or whenever they go.

🍠• Has awful social anxiety. He gets really anxious when he has to do a public presentation in class. Most of the time, he'll ask Tsukishima to order food on the phone since he's too scared to do it. Absolutely hates crying in public and / or in front of people, but usually can't even control it

Yachi Hitoka

🎀• In Yachi's elementary school, they did Christmas shows for the parents every year - she loved them, and this started her adoration for acting, making it a job she vanted to pursue in the future. She always tried out for the big roles in plays when she was in elementary school. One year, she got the role of Mary from the "Nativity" play. She did a great job on stage, but as she got older she got more shy and began to stop asking for specific role - however her parents were good friends with her teacher and managed to speak for her, usually scoring Yachi a role with a lot of lines, which she was grateful for.

🎀• Once time during practice, Kiyoko called Yachi "Yacchan". She never recovered

🎀• Because Yachi wanted to be an actor when she graduated high school, she learned how to do a model walk. Every now and then, she'll randomly do a model walk in the corriders, walking back from helping at the volleyball club (when the halls are fairly empty). Once, Tsukishima caught her doing it and continued to tease her about it until they graduated, now everytime she decides to do it in the corrider she ends up getting embarrassed - doing an awkward run, trying to escape the embarassment.

🎀• She loves reading romance novels/mangas, but only when she's alone in the privacy of her own room. She only borrows them from the library and hides them under her pillow when she falls asleep. When she would read them and theres an extra adorable scene, she would do the hiding her face in the book and kick her feet thing. Same thing with romance movies - she knows fully well she'll be crying by the end of it. It's a guilty pleasure.

🎀• She bonded with Asahi and Yamaguchi over their mutual anxiety. Asahi, as the oldest, is trying to teach them both to be less nervous.

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed :) Thank you very much, Pink, for the help writing this!

-Beelz

[vibratingskull]

Home sweet home

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It’s your first leaves and Thrawn and Eli already cry for help. In the ebullient city of Coruscant you go searching for an apartment, but the empire doesn’t treat its citizen the same.

You adjust your sunglasses, it’s a sunny day despite the clouds of pollution on Coruscant, and you can feel the wind in your hair. Leaning against the wall of the community shuttle stop you can’t resist to take a holograph of the beautiful sun and freiters rings on your imager. You will post it later. You put it away, pull down your hat on your head and observe the different ships passing in front of you in their mish mash of lines that ribbon the sky. It is early in the morning but traffic is already high. School children walk among the salarymans and other office workers. Some hail a cab while others choose to walk. A group of youths are playing hard bass much to the regret of some walkers. 

You approach the edge of the platform. That’s your shuttle. You enter, validate your ticket and take a seat. Head resting in your hand and forehead against the window’s glass you look outside as the ship took off, making your body vibrate.

It is your second leave since you took post in the marine, and you didn’t think you would have to pass it that way, but oh well. You start humming a new tone you’ve heard as the skyscrapers get blurry with the motion. This is gonna be a rough day for your muscles, it's gonna be tiring but it is to help a friend. 

You hold that though. 

Helping a friend. You bite your inner cheek. You're not gonna dwell on that again… Thrawn doesn't see you in any other way, accept it! 

But it is hard. Your reason tells you to cope with it but your heart cries every time, aching you from the inside. 

You shake your head. No! Enough with this defeated energy! 

You are young! 

With a promisng start to a great career! 

You always had your chance in the dating market, it's not gonna end now and you won't let it! You're not gonna wait for Thrawn forever and waste your best years, you need to dive right in, drink, fuck, smoke some spice (occasionaly) and make the most of your youth! Fuck this guy! Who does he think he is to shake you up like that? Starting today you take back control of your love life and forget him like the fling it was! 

You take out your comlink, searching your contacts. Who would you be down to spend time with? How about one of your new coworkers? There are a few of them you could bite into. No, it will get messy with work. Someone outside of that circle, then. Do you want a fuckbuddy or a grounded relationship? Anything that makes you forget him you decide. You scroll down the list, searching for your heart's desire. Suddenly a contact holds your attention. You consider it, your finger stopped mid-movement. Your pupil dilates considerably reading the name. 

________________________

"Thrawn wants what ?" You question, incredulous. 

"He doesn't want, he needs." Eli corrects. 

You put away your comlink for he doesn't hear you sigh at the comment. 

"That's a detail…" 

"He needs an apartment on Coruscant but he doesn't know anything about how we proceed here." 

You flick your tongue. 

"Can't he just stay at the barracks?" 

"No."

"... He has been thrown out?" 

"Yes."

You pinch the bridge of your nose. Oh the headaches in perspective… 

"And why should I come? You don't need me for that, I have other plans than this." 

You can hear Thrawn in communication with someone else in the background. It's not going well apparently. 

"(y/n) please…" He lowers his voice so as to not be heard "Please! I don't want to go alone with him." 

Visibly Eli didn't forgive Thrawn yet. You consider the situation, your options and sigh again, defeated. 

"Alright…" 

"Thank you (y/n)!" Eli's evidently relieved. 

"But you pay for the beers!" 

He laughs

"If that's all it takes to buy you, consider it done!" 

The next day you embark on the first community shuttle towards Eli’s apartment. The day is gonna be long so you should as well come early. You quickly arrive at the address you received and enter the building. The space allowed for the housing is rather modest but it is well placed and the neighborhood seems to be quiet. Eli chose well, you tell yourself. 

In the stairs you cross paths with a Togruta, you feel yourself tensing up. She addresses you with a smile and you nod to her. You hope Eli won’t have any problem in the future. By reflex you tighten the collar of your coat and pick up the pace in the stairs. You finally arrive at Eli’s floor and knock on his door.

“One minute!” You hear.

You hear ruffling sounds and pressed steps then the door slides open and Eli appears, disheveled, in what appears to be pajamas and sleeps in his eyes. You smile at this sight. Behind him you see Thrawn crossing the room in uniform, the contrast couldn't be more striking. 

Eli lets you enter and immediately proposes to take your coat and offers you some caff like the good host that he is. You gladly accept, taking the time to observe the decoration of the apartment. Not all the boxes have yet been open, stacking up in the corner of the room. You notice the foliage plants on the shelves and counter, the paint of the wall is impersonal but the pictures frames offer some warmth. You stop to look at them. You can see Eli in different settings : at the beach, at the canyon, when he was a child and older, with his parents or with what you suppose to be his friends on Myomar, broad smile and sparkling eyes with his comrades. You continue to advance until you remark some images you took yourself and send to him after. One of them is a selfie of you in a classroom with Eli sleeping on the table and Thrawn concentrates on his datapad in the background, another one his a pictures of you, Eli and Karyn in the roof garden of the Academy, pressed against one another to ensure you could all be seen on the pictures, and the last one is Eli, you in the middle and Thrawn in your Gala’s formal dress. Eli smiles lightly, annoyed by the flash of the imager, you're holding their shoulders with a large smile and eyes closed, Thrawn seems to be frowning at something behind the imager. It is a terrible picture, but that’s what makes it goofy and interesting in your opinion.

Eli arrives at your side with your caff mug and you follow him into his living room, which is a mishmash of a kitchenette and a living area giving to a small balcony. His apartment is really similar to yours, you realize. You sit down on a pouf and wait to be briefed, savoring your hot caff. You take a look at the petite table in front of you, covered with flyers and papers about housing and apartments complexes.

“Sorry to have called you on such short notice, (y/n). But we could really do with another pair of hands with this.” Eli apologies profusely.

“So what are we doing today exactly?” You take a sip.

“We need to find him an apartment, so prospect, calls, arrange visits… Everything. We need to find him a place to live other than… here.”

“You live here?” You ask, rising your eyebrow

“I am in a position where I must abuse Ensign Vanto’s amiability.” Thrawn explains.

“We really need to find him another place to live!” Eli doubles down.

You shook your head looking at them bickering. 

And that is how you spent your day, rummaging through the flyers, comparing prices and surfaces, commodities, and a lot, a lot, of time on the comlink talking to real estate agents. You inherit this task because, according to Thrawn, “people will be more receptive to a woman”, whatever that’s supposed to mean because you did not book one appointment. Everything goes seemingly well until they learn about Thrawn being an alien.

“We don’t do business with aliens, I’m sorry.”

“But he’s a respectable lieutenant of the marine!”

“We are doing serious business here, do not bother us with jokes please.”

“You don’t understand, he-”

“It’s useless. Goodbye Ma’am!”

And they hang up.

Sometimes it’s you who cut off the conversation when the discussion descends into mockery on their part. Screams were exchanged at some point and you had to refrain from throwing your comlink against a wall. You sit back, fuming. A bunch of idiots!

Noon rings and your tummy growls in an unladylike manner. Those emotions really whet your appetite. You fumble around the kitchenette, wondering what you could cook.

“Breaktime!” Eli shouts, stretching his back. He stands up and comes to your side to discuss today’s menu. You decide to go for a timeless classic : pasta! Can’t do wrong with that.

While you cook, Eli’s exit the apartment to buy drinks and Thrawn stays slouched on the sofa, continuing to contact real estate companies via message. Eli comes back with beers as he promised yesterday and briquette of fruit juice for Thrawn. You don’t comment anything but there is a thing hilariously comic to Thrawn sipping those colorful briquettes with a straw like a child would. You bring the dish on the table in the middle with the cutlery.

“All the plates are dirty, so everyone picks up from the dish!” You announce.

You clink your drinks and start eating. You slurp the elongated green goodies while sipping your beer and searching for a steal online. When was the last time you passed a day like that? Slouching with friends, beers and dishes next to you without any authority figure in sight? At some point Eli puts on music and you start banging your head to the beat. You remember starting to dance with Eli when your head was close to explode with information and boredom. Waltzing like children in the living room, you laugh heartily together and almost get Thrawn to join. Almost.

Several beers after the evening was here and with it, its dark night despite the city’s lights. You’re laying down on the sofa next to Thrawn with a flier on your eyes, you completely lost track of time and a headache was rearing its head. You sigh.

“What have we got until now?”

“We have four visits tomorrow.” Thrawn announces, still contacting more companies.

“Four? Nice!” It’s a better result than what you hoped for.

You possibly had a solution to all that, but you’re not sure you want to use it. You try raising up but a dizziness seizes you.

“Ouch… What hour is it?” You pass your hand on your tired eyes.

“Nine.”

“Woaw, I need to go home but I can’t be arsed at the same time…” You have a furred tongue “Can I use your bathroom first?” You ask Eli.

“To your left.” He answers, doing the dishes.

You splash cold water to your face, scrubbing vigorously to wake you up. You look at yourself in the small mirror, tiredness visible on your traits.

“You should stay here tonight!” Eli proposes as you get out. “I have a spare mattress somewhere.”

You look at him disoriented.

“No it’s good, I can go home.” You answer.

“It’s dark and you’ve been drinking all afternoon, you should stay here.” He insists

What does he want?

“I’m not drunk.” You spit out annoyed, and lying a little “And I’m a grown girl, I can mind myself!”

He blocks you and puts his hands on your shoulder.

“I would be more at peace if I knew you were safe.” He pivots towards Thrawn. “She should stay here for the night, it is the most secure thing to do, right?”

“Perhaps.” Thrawn looks at you both, wondering why he was thrown into this.

“See, Thrawn agrees!”

“He did not.”

“(y/n)...”

He glances at you with a stare heavy of meaning.

Oh

Okay.

“I guess I can stay here tonight after all, I’m really tired.” You yawn.

Eli's shoulders relax, visibly relieved.

“I will prepare the mattress.” 

He takes out and splays a futon on the living room, you lay down and flap your legs.

“Put down your datapad, Thrawn. We are done for the day!” You order.

Against all odds he listens and puts it down silently, crossing his legs he slouches down the sofa.

“What can I offer to you guys?” Eli investigates.

“Pizzas and movies!” You chant.

He looks at Thrawn for his opinion.

“That sounds good to me, Ensign.” 

Eli leaves to buy pizzas and fizzy drinks, while you and Thrawn are tasked to select the movie for the night.

“What about this one ?” He proposes

“No, it’s too cheesy.”

“This one?”

“Too sad.”

“How about this one?”

“It’s a hassle”

He sighs 

“This one, maybe?”

“If I say no you will get angry?”

“No.”

“...I’ve already seen it.”

“Well I don’-”

“Hey! What about this one?” You cut him off, selecting the one you noticed. “It’s a thriller about a marine officer like us!” 

He considers it, reading the summary. He nods slowly.

“It looks promising.”

“I’ve got the pizzas!” Eli comes back, arms full with cardboard boxes and cans of coke. He threw them down on the table and let himself fall on the sofa. “What did you choose?”

“This one.”

“Cool, I haven't seen it yet!”

Everyone takes a slice of pizza and plays the movies. You’re completely absorbed by it, barely eating, taken by the suspence. Or that’s what you would have said if Thrawn didn’t stop talking.

“This is a bad strategy. They can get to him easily.”

“Shhh.”

“Why the politician don’t mind it’s business? They are not supposed to interfere in military matters!”

“Shhhhhhhh.”

“I see at least five ways to get away from this situation.”

“SHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“Ridiculous, those types of weapons do not do those types of damage. Typically they-”

“Shhhh! Good grief!”

You open wide eyes at the revelation of the real bad guys, Let a “Oh” escape you at the climax , and recoil at the explosion scenes. Finally it ends. You turn towards your friends and see Eli sleeping soundly on Thrawn's shoulder.

“Aaaaaaaaw…” You whisper.

“He did not last until the end...” Thrawn says, looking at him with softness in the tone.

He slides on the side and lays him down cautiously on the sofa as you put the plaid on him. 

“He must be exhausted.” You murmur.

“He works really hard on the Blood Crow.” He says softly.

“Really?”

“He is a good officer.” He nods

“Have you spoken since last time?”

His eyes dart on you but you don’t back down.

“No.” He admits.”We did not have the time to properly discuss our differences.” He takes a break. “But I am looking forward to it.” 

“It’s good.” You agree, eyes going back to the sleeping form of Eli. 

You both look at him sleeping peacefully, he looks like an angel like that, you thought.

“You should take the bed.” He whispers.

“You sure? I can take the futon, I don’t mind.” You counter.

“No, it would be impolite of me.” This is his sole argument.

“Alright, thanks. Goodnight Thrawn.”

“Goodnight, J.C.”

You enter the bedroom, take out your clothes and go to sleep. The night is calm and you sleep in a slumber without dreams.

The next day you're on your way to the visit in a shuttle, flipping through the necessary papers to present.

“Do we get the payslip?”

“Yep!”

“What will you do if they ask for a guarantor?” You ask.

“Will the Emperor be enough as a guarantor?” Thrawn answers bluntly.

You look at him dead in the eyes.

“Pray for them to have your humor…”

Good pick they never asked for a guarantor, wrong pick they had zero sense of humor. The first one slammed the door to your face when they saw Thrawn, the second one was mysteriously not disponible anymore, a family bought it they claimed and the third didn’t open, plain and simple. Despite that you thought you would have more chances with the fourth.

“All the rooms are well exposed and you're near amenities.” She tells with a professional smile.

You visit the apartment, passing from one room to the others. Nice, you think. A little away from the base but manageable. You sit on the bed, bouncing on it to test it.

“Which one of you is interested in this property?”

“It is me.” Thrawn announces.

It lasted less than a second but her eye twitched and you saw it. It surely didn’t escape to Thrawn either but he doesn’t formalize. She put back her professional mask quickly, searching on her datapad.

“So you have your identity papers, your payslips,... “ She lists, scrolling on the screen. “I think we are all good, we can discuss the price if you want.”

“Oh, we’ve seen the price on your website.” You add.

She looks at you with an enlarged smile, twitching a little.

“Well, the house reserves itself the right to change its prices.” She has a voice too joyous to your liking.

“What kind of prices are we talking about?” Thrawn asks politely.

You move closer with a bad feeling.

“Around those orders.” She turns her datapad to Thrawn and you read over his shoulder.

You choke.

“How much!?” You push him out of your way and seize the pad. “These are not the prices announced on the site!”

Eli comes into the room, alarmed by the ruckus.

“It's a regular procedure.” She’s searching for human complicity in you, but she finds only shock and anger.

“What?!” You shout. “This is stealing!”

She tries to take back the pad but you don’t let go.

“Well.” She smiles. ”He’s not human, so… We need more insurance and we have to adjust our prices.”

You will knock her off.

“You listen here, you preppy cow-”

“Alright that's enough for today!” Eli interjects, physically removing you from the apartment while you scream.

“It should be illegal! We will sue you!” You spit, dragged by them both in the street. “Thief!”

“So it concludes this for today.” Eli sighs, a bit discouraged

“Let us take a break.” Thrawn proposes, imperturbable, your total opposite.

“What!? How can you be so calm?!” You’re losing your breath shouting so much.

“It is useless ninety eight percent of the time, only a clear head can give you the result you aspire to.” He responds in a conversational tone.

“But she tried to scam you!”

“Then consider you went furious on my behalf, it is sufficient for me.” He’s completely unbothered. Your jaw drops, sometimes you just can’t follow him. “Let us find a bar and refocus.” 

He doesn’t wait for any response and starts walking, you follow them shuffling along, shooting in garbage on your way.

They found a charming pub, and took a table outside under the blazing sun, but you're in no mood to appreciate the setting. You let yourself fall into the chair with a huff, they sit down with more manners and order for the group. You let out a big audible sigh and let your head rest on the table completely discouraged. Your solution comes back in your mind but you chase it away. The jazzy tune of the bar reaches your ear, and you start humming it.

“Well that was rather unsuccessful…” Eli let out, slouching in his seat.

“A temporary setback.” Thrawn temporizes, his hand holding his chin. “This situation will solve itself in one way or another, let us keep searching.”

“You’re right! There are still a lot of real estate companies on Coruscant. We will target those working with non-humans!” Eli cheers.

You sigh again. You don’t share their optimism, actually this unfortunate day completely 

done you in. You only deign rising from the table when your drinks arrive. You drink your juice absent-mindedly. You should have taken something stronger. Thrawn and Eli are talking in the background of your mind, your solution imposed itself to you once again. Should you present it to them? You hesitate.

“Look Thrawn. There is a spot for street art up in the street.” Eli exclaims 

“Indeed. Shall we get a look?” Thrawn proposes.

You slouch on your seat.

“You can go boys, I will keep the table while you're gone.” You incite them.

They rise to see the spot and you’re now alone with your thoughts. You inhale deeply and massage the back of your neck, thinking about this. You recently inherited an apartment from your great uncle, but you have memories inside this apartment. You’re not sure you want to get rid of it… Someone puts their hand on your shoulder.

You bolt away, turning toward the stranger and meeting with a charming smile. The blonde man looks at you with sparkling eyes, fanning himself with a fan. You recognize him instantly.

“I knew I’ve seen you somewhere.” He says, sitting down in front of you. “You were on this test at the Academy 4 months ago, right?”

“Governor Satlove…” You answer. “I mean, yes! Yes, I was at the exam. But what are you doing here, if I may?”

“I’m here undercover.” 

You frown.

 “I am here to escape from my duties.” He explains, putting one finger to his lips.

Indeed you notice he’s not into his green uniforme but a more casual white shirt he opened slightly, letting the sun warm up his pale skin. 

“You can… Just do that?”

“Of course not!” He laughs “I had to escape from my different aids to come here. But I stay contactable just in case.” He shows you his comlink. “But tell me rather, what are you doing here?” He gestures towards you.

“Me? I hum… I’m with friends. They are looking at the street art a little further.” You don’t especially want to talk but you don’t want to sever some links with a governor that could be proven useful in the future.

“The little brunette and the blond one?” He investigates.

“No the dark blue… The blue guy. And the brunette. You have a really good memory, Governor.”

“Thank you, I take good care of it. And you can drop the Governor thing, we are almost the same age.”

“Then should I call you sir?”

“Call me by my name!” He extends his hands to you. “Pleased to meet you, I am Nather.”

 You shake his hand with a grin.

“Pleased to meet you, I am (y/n).”

“(y/n)! What a charming name, it suits you very well.” He almost chants. You feel your face heated up with the compliment. “What are you doing lately? What were your orders after the exam?”

“I’m a Private First Class on the Zephyr Heavy Cruiser. We have been patrolling inside the inner rim and the colonies lately.”

“I think your ship was planned to patrol around my planet recently.” He says a hand to his chin.

“Which planet, if I may?”

“The charmant Tirahnn planet.” He displays a theatrical gesture, letting his braid fly from shoulder to shoulder.

It’s a planet right on a hyperspace lane if you recall correctly. You can’t say more.

“I’ve never seen it.” You confess. And barely heard of it you complete in your head.

“I will make you visit if you wish one day, or you will come yourself for a mission.” He starts folding one of the napkins around. “What are you doing in my region if I may ask in turn?”

You think rapidly, you should be able to tell that to a governor even if you don’t know any details, it should be okay.

“If i’m not mistaken, we are suspecting pirates to rob slaves of the empire.”

“Pirates near my planet?” He takes a choked expression. “That won’t do, I will need to pass some calls!” He finishes his folding in a crane and deposes it in front of you with a side smile. 

You smile back but it fades quickly.

 “What happens (y/n)? I see in your face, you seem to have some worries.” He asks genuinely concerned.

“Oh nothing important, just… rehashing some thoughts."

"Those looked like important thoughts." He mind-absently picks some salted nuts from the ball and throws them expertly into his mouth. 

"I hesitate to help a friend, I…" 

He darts his incisive gray eyes on you. 

"You hesitate to help a friend? I do not need to tell you that it should be an easy answer." 

"Yes, I mean no. I want to help my friend. It's just that I should renounce something I hold dear to my heart for the memory it holds. And I don’t know if I’m ready for it."

He frowns, contemplating the fact in front of him and searching for an option.

“Would it fulfill its goal?”

“Sorry?”

“The thing you’re not sure to let go, would cede it to your friend to fulfill its primary purpose?”

“Yes?”

“Then you should give it away. I suppose you don’t have a practical use for this thing or you would have advanced this argument, so you should as well cede it to your friend and permit it to fulfill its primary goal. Helping a friend is always the way to go.”

“But… I’ve got memories…”

“You will always have them! Those memories are in you, not in this thing. Don’t grow too attached to material objects, they are not built to last but our memories are in our heart and forever. “ 

You wrap your head around the argument, weighing the pros and cons.

“Maybe you're right…” You end up saying.

“Maybe I am indeed, what would you actually lose? You would hand those precious memories to a friend, there are more unfair deals in life don’t you think.”

You slowly nod coming to terms with your decision. He’s right. You hold your glass with two hands, taking a big sip at the straw.

“I think I’m gonna follow your advice and help my friend. I think I just needed a third party opinion to push me.”

“Wonderful!” He takes Thrawn’s glass and clink it with yours. “I’m glad I could help.” And takes a great sip of it. You choke on yours.

“Huh, sir…?”

“You know what, we’ll surely hear again about those pirates. We should stay in contact.” He hands you his comlink and gestures to you to give him yours. You exchange them and enter your respective number.

“Sir, this is my drink you're drinking!” Thrawn appears behind him with Eli on his heels.

Surprised, his sight goes between Thrawn and the glass. He laughs heartily.

“I am sorry dear friend! I will return it to you.” He hands him back his glass, raising from the chair. He gives you back your comlink with a charming smile. “Here you go. To our next meeting!”

You all three look at him walking away, making some calls.

“What was that?” Asks Eli, a bit lost.

“I am… not sure.” You respond.

They both sit back and Thrawn considers his well diminished drink with a raised brow.

It dawns on you that he doesn't need a Private First Class to discuss the subject of pirates and that you just gave him what he wanted. Damn, the guy is good! You think. You berate yourself a little.

“So, back on the apartment subject…” Eli starts.

“I… May have a solution to propose to you, guys.”

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The sound of an incoming message brings you back to the present time. You lower your gaze to your comm.

“I am delighted to hear from you again. How about tomorrow, 14h?”

You smile, and answer back, the heart light. 

You soon arrive at your stop, you get out, and start walking on the trails of your childhood. You traverse a park full of kiddos and their parents and grin at their laugh and their shoutings. You arrive in front of the apartment complex, entering, you cross paths with the old building caretaker.

“Oh, if it isn’t the young (y/n)! How are you doing?” She asks with her shivering voice.

“Hi, Ms Lynduty! I’m good and you?”

“Oh you know, my old bones make me suffer, but that’s the weight of the years. The young man you brought with you…”

An alarm sets off in your head, and on the other hand you're amused to hear Thrawn being qualified as a “young man”, maybe everyone looks young at this age…

“Is there a problem? He has done something?”

“No, he’s a really calm resident, It changes me from your uncle who kept bringing new women everyday! But he looks like he has some problem with all his mail.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Ms Lynduty, I’m actually here to help him. Have a nice day!” And you start working your way up the stairs.

You reach the floor soon enough and Thrawn opens his door the second you set foot on the landing.

“Thank you J.C., I am in need of assistance.”

He welcomes you and takes your coat, you enter the apartment, immediately graced by the cardboard boxes everywhere. You’re not surprised, the furniture inside the apartment was not… what you would find inside the flat of a respectable lieutenant of the marine, or any respectable person per say. A complete change of furniture was in order. You note with amusement he already has displayed holograms of art everywhere in the flat despite not having furniture.

You traverse the room as well as you can, slaloming between the boxes, the tins of paint and the tarps and sitting down on one of them.

“So, what’s the problem?”

He gestures to the pile of mail on the table. A big pile. Oh gods.

“I do not possess the vocabulary to treat those yet.” He simply notes.

You nod with a pout, well that’s gonna be fun.

“Eli couldn't help you?”

“Ensign Vanto is with his family for this leave.” He explains.

So while Thrawn is busy assembling furniture for his flat, you’re answering and filing up those mails while giving him a vocabulary lesson. Insurance, bills, tax… Everything the bureaucracy could produce, you saw it! You arrange them on the floor,stepping over it with a highlighter in hand and a pen in your mouth to complete them. It took you several hours and as much beer, generously provided by Thrawn, nonetheless to rummage through all this. You were well fed up at the end of it, with your head ready to explode.

But you couldn’t rest once you’re done, you still have to help Thrawn with his furniture and remove this unsavory fur off the walls. You had to screw, to glue, to turn, to plug, you didn’t have the time to be bored. The hours flew bye and you were far from finished. Damn those instruction manuals, they’re never in the right language. And there is always a set of screws that wasn’t used at the end and that’s not normal, so you have to reread all the instructions and bicker on what step you screw up based on the illustrations. 

“I told you the board B5 goes there.”

“But that is not possible, the C7 plank can not fit in this configuration.”

You only put up four pieces of furniture together and the rest of the boxes are staring down at you. You left out a sigh of fatigue. You’ll never see the end of it…

You massage your temples, this time you really have a headache. You put down your beer and walk in a not very straight way to sit on a cardboard box to observe your work. Thrawn finishes building up the shelf and takes some steps back to get a good look. Something hits you as you embrace the room with your sight.

“Shouldn’t we have started with the paint ?”

“It would be for another day.” He states with a soft voice.

You lazily nod. You already have all the other furniture to put up, another thing added to the list. Great. Thrawn turns his head to the window. It’s night. 

“We shall stop for today.”

“Good, cause I'm not good at anything for now.” You rise up and stumble your way to open the window and get some fresh air, you fan yourself with your hand. You drinked a bit too much, you realize. 

Thrawn removes his jacket to reveal his black tank top and you take advantage of the opportunity to take a good look at his biceps without too much discretion, he heads towards the kitchen.

“We should at least eat one meal. Are you hungry?”

That’s right, you didn’t even eat at noon you recall, at the moment this thought crosses your mind your stomach grumbles.

“It looks like so!”

“What could please you?”

You straighten up with a broad smile.

“Pizza?”

He shots you a glare.

“I had a more healthy meal in mind.”

You pout, it was worth the shot.

You finish your beer admiring him cooking, watching his hands fly expertly from one pan to the other, mincing and mixing the ingredients. You hold back a burp, hiding your mouth with your hand, you may be a bit drunk but you didn’t renounce your dignity yet. And you didn’t want to appear unladylike in front of him… Mostly that. You start thinking if you should care about that since you decided to renounce him, but it just worsens your headache.

“It is ready!” He announces, wiping his hands. “But I’m not yet familiar with your products, so I can’t promise you the taste.”

“I’m sure it will be delicious!” You cheer.

You reel back to your former place and sit down. He watches you from head to toes but doesn’t say a thing. You seize your fork and take a big bite of the dish. You wrinkle your nose. Indeed cooking is not part of his skills, the savors are unbalanced and the spice is overshadowing everything. You gulp it down, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible and shoot him a smile. You decide that you’re too drunk to care and take others bites one after the other, letting them burn the inside of your mouth with pleasure.

“I think it would be wiser if you sleep here tonight.” He says, stirring his food.

You blink mid-bite, stopped in your movement.

“No offense but you are not walking straight. I can offer you a bed for the night if you wish.”

You consider the offer, taking a sip of water. You clearly didn’t learn your lesson from the last time and you actually feel pretty wasted right now, you hardly see yourself going home in one piece tonight. You slouch back and pretend to think about it for a second. You raise your hand.

“I will gladly accept in this case!” You slide your tongue on your teeth.”I will help you place the mattress!”

“I do not have one.”

Your eyes slide to the sofa’s box still not put up and goes back to him with questions.

“Then where…?”

“I thought we could share the bed for the night.” He spills, concentrates on his plate. 

Your bite takes the wrong way in your throat and you try to cough it out. Hold on, you didn’t sign up for that!

“Wait, you’re sure?” You ask, instantly sobered up.

 He shruggs.

“I do not see how this could be a problem.” 

“I don’t have any pajamas.” You try. 

“I will lend you something, do not worry.” He appears unfazed, completely blind to your trouble.

Oh you worry, yes, but not about that.

“Cool…” You let escape in one breath “Thanks…”

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How did you end up in this situation?

You promise yourself to forget him and you end up in his bed. Fate has a twisted sense of humor. 

You release your breath. Calm down. Your headache doesn’t help anything.

You open your eyes in the dark room and listen to the quiet and steady breath next to you, at least one of you two is getting some sleep. But not you. You’re too tense to sleep. You hunch, trying not to touch the man sleeping next to you, pulling the covers to your chin. 

At least he had changed bed and got rid of this horrid shell bed for a standard double bed  and all the weird appliances are not here anymore. Now the bedroom looks like it came from a show home. Without personality, only practical. Cold…

But the bed is far from cold, without grazing him you can feel the warmth of Trawn’s body from where you are and you feel like you could sweat, but this may be because of your burning body. You were afraid he would sleep topless when you got to the bed, but thanks for your sanity he put on a shirt, or you would really have lost your mind. It doesn’t take much to ignite your desire lately and being in the same bed as him, so close and so far away, alarm all of your senses to the brink of overstimulation. You breathe deeply, getting back control. His scent fills the room, making you feel dizzy. You bury yourself under the cover but you smell him on it and on the pajama he lended you, you float in this shirt too large for you, you feel goosebumps point at every breath. Anywhere you go he envelopes you.

You turn your head, observing the profile that detaches itself from the wall lighted up by the moon through the blinds. You follow the line of his forehead with your eyes, the shadow of a disheveled hair strand, the curve of his eyelids that let red light pierce through, the arc of his turned-up nose, the plumpness of his lips… You gulp, your throat suddenly dry like the desert.

You keep your gaze fixated on him, telling yourself that heaven was closer than you know, that you would just have to expend your arm to reach it… You hold your breath, brushing his cheek with the back of your fingers, feeling the softness and the warmth of his skin, tender. You touch his lash with the tip of your finger, smiling at him squinting at the touch. Then your hand sneaks its way along his neck, brushing softly his apple then traveling south to his chest. You feel the fabric on the palm of your hand, you search for a second, opening your hand wide when you find his heart, feeling the steady and calm heartbeat, you savor the delicious vibrations through your skin, wanting to put your head on his chest to hear it yourself. It soothes you and you close back your eyes, ready to let the slumber take you.

Suddenly his heartbeat accelerates and his breath gets caught up in his throat. You rise on your elbow, wary of what's happening. He opens his eyes in a flash and you pull back your hand instantly. His eyes blinks, fixated on the ceiling and you hear him out of breath. He inhales and exhales several times, you look at him with googly eyes wondering what might have happened. He frowns.

“You are not sleeping.” This was not a question.

He turns his head towards you and your gazes meet. You smile lightly.

“Indeed. Nothing escapes you.”

He sighs, passing a hand over his face and ruffling his hair.

“Is everything good?” He politely asks.

You raise an eyebrow.

“It’s I who should ask that? What just happened?”

“Nothing.” He breathes

Sometimes he really takes you for an idiot, you think.

“So, “nothing” can put you in this state?” You inquire.

He sighs once again, fatigued. You feel like he’s gathering his thoughts, a hand in his hair.

“I was dreaming about… My sister. The day they took her…”

You nod pensively, it was indeed not the most peaceful memory he must have. You put your head back on the pillow, sight still on him.

“How does this make you feel?” You whisper like a secret.

“Powerless, like a child. I promised myself I would fight to never feel this again.”

There are a lot of promises getting thrown everywhere those days you thought. You put yourself closer, as if your presence would comfort him. His eyes on the ceiling you see the muscles of his throat tightens slightly.

“And… alone. I was the sole person in the cold universe.”

Did his voice crack at the end? You can’t say for sure. Your hand travels under the cover to find his, you seize it, the warmth spreading through your palm. You know how it feels and you sympathize with his pain. You would have liked to have someone when it happened to you.

“We are here.” You murmur. “I am here.” You affirm with a reassuring voice.

He squeezes your hand.

“I know.” He closes his eyes. “And I am grateful for it.”

Your heart flutters at those words and a smile grazes your lips. You don’t have the relationship you are hoping for, but you could satisfy yourself in being the friend of this out of the ordinary being. For now. 

Maybe.

“Me too...”

You’re met with silence. You listen and hear a steady breathing. He’s asleep. You hold his hand, putting your head against his shoulder and let a single tear rolling down your cheek.

You squeeze his hand, intertwining your fingers.

You will never be satisfied by it. Never. You will need to cut ties with him and keep your distance or your heart will bleed everyday.

You kiss him on the cheek, taking your resolution, tearing your heart apart. 

@bluechiss, @al-astakbar

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(Am I) More Than You Bargained For (Yet) (IV)

Chapter Summary: “A club?” Mukuro echoes, her eyes widening the slightest bit, just around their corners but no wider.  No one else would notice that kind of shock.

Junko does.

The same way she notices that Mukuro’s eyes are now completely grey and devoid of life, the once stormy blue cloudy and absent.  They aren’t even stormy anymore; storms at least have shades in the grey of their clouds, at least move here and there with the wind, at least have layers and depth.  But Mukuro’s eyes are flat.  One singular color.  Dead.

(What happened to you? rests on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t ask.  That would be like saying she cared.  She’s too mad to care right now.)

Brought to you by a discussion @tobiasdrake and I had about what it would look like if Junko and Haruhi ever met.

Chapter Rating: T. Fic Rating: M for Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault.

AO3

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“Bath.  Now.”

Junko shoves her sister in the direction of Yasuke’s bathroom before she even gets her shoes off.  She doesn’t wait for any objections, instead prattling on as if Mukie is listening to her (she would have, once), “Leave your clothes in the bathroom when you’re done.  I’m going to torch them.”  She waves a hand dismissively.  “I’ll have something for you that’s not that mess.  Don’t whine about it, they’re totally not fixable.  Trust me, I know.”  Then she glares at Mukuro’s muddy boots.  “And clean your shoes every once and a while!  You weren’t born in a barn!”

Mukuro doesn’t say anything.

Mukuro doesn’t say anything.

In fact, the only thing Junko hears in response is the soft click of the bathroom door and the spray of the shower turning on.  She stands outside of the door and yells out, “Make sure to get behind your ears!”  Then she heads into the living room, drops onto the couch, pulls over her current project (in what feels like an infinite backlog), and starts stitching.

After a few minutes, Junko stops and stares at the project.  No.  Not that.  Then she shoves it to the side with a scowl.  She needs to stitch something else, hates that she knows that, and immediately switches to a new project.  As she does, she notices something – all of those energy drinks seem to be hitting at the same time; the haze of exhaustion that has been following her around seems to have disappeared entirely.  Then again, that might not be the energy drinks.  That might just be her sister showing up again.

She hates her.

She hates her.

It doesn’t help that Junko still thinks of the bathroom and bedroom as Yasuke’s, of the apartment as theirs, even though he’s been gone for months, living in the dorms at Hope’s Peak.  Sure, he’d returned over the last break, but it wasn’t for very long and came with the acknowledgment that Hope’s Peak didn’t even want him to be doing that.  He’s been gone for a while.  It’s still his, but really, it isn’t anymore.  It’s just hers.

Maybe it has always been hers.

The stipend from Yasuke’s internship at the nearby hospital only gave him enough for a small apartment, and when Ryoko moved in, he gave her the singular bedroom, choosing instead to sleep on the couch.  That didn’t matter; for the first few months, she’d had too many nightmares to sleep alone and found him in those early morning hours before dawn just to burrow her head in his chest, to hear his heartbeat firm and steady beneath her as he wove his fingers through her hair.  It was the only way she could sleep.

But Yasuke always needed to leave early for his internship, always woke her by his shifting when he did.  That must have been when her body learned it didn’t need sleep; that must have been when she gave up on the general idea of rest.  She can’t remember enough specifics of her life before to say that’s true, though.  She doesn’t like to think about her life before.

And here Mukuro is, fucking that up.

Junko hears the shower turn off, and so before Mukuro even enters the room again, words spit from her lips, “Why the hell are you here, Mukie?”  She doesn’t stand, doesn’t storm toward her, just stays sitting on the couch, legs tucked up under her, furiously stitching.  “I spent the last three years trying to build a life away from you, and you fucking—”  She pricks herself with her needle; her blood spills onto the white fabric.  Of course, it does.  She grits her teeth and keeps sewing.  “You told me to run away, and I ran, and you fucking followed me.”

(It’s not like she hasn’t been trying to make Mukuro show up.  She has.  But now that she’s here, Junko finds that she doesn’t want her.  Not because of a stupid, fake movie.  Not when she’s been at more risk at her job.)

Mukuro walks into the room wrapped in Yasuke’s towel, and the hot steam billowing out from the bathroom smells like blue raspberries, but the putrid stench of whatever is wrong with her follows, too.  Her skin still holds that ghastly, deathly grey shade, like it could slough off at any moment, and her stringy hair hangs even more limp than it already was.  She has bags beneath her eyes darker even than Junko’s, when her lack of sleep catches up to her.  “I’m sorry—”

Their father’s brand gleams stark against her dying skin.

“Don’t apologize.”  Junko throws the now completed fabric at her.  “Here.  You need new clothes.”  Then she storms off to Yasuke’s her room and slams the door behind her.

She waits for Mukuro to knock.

Mukuro never knocks.

~

Junko wakes early – if one can call it wakes when she didn’t sleep, when she spent those hours sitting in bed with her knees pulled up against her chest the same way she did before her becoming, despite how exhausted she still feels, occasionally picking at threads in the comforter until the sun rises and she can pretend that she got a lick of something she hasn’t – and creeps out of the bedroom with the understanding that her sister, coming all the way from wherever it is she was, would be exhausted and therefore conked out on the couch.  But as she walks to the bathroom to begin her morning routine, she hears Mukuro say, soft enough that she can barely make it out, “Fenrir’s gone.”

Good, Junko wants to tell her.  I’m glad.

But that would mean admitting that she’d heard Mukuro in the first place.  Worse, it would mean opening herself up to an actual conversation with her, and right now she wants that just as much as she wants the word Fenrir entering her life again.

So instead, Junko ignores her.

Junko carries about her morning routine as though there’s nothing different at all – bathe, curl and dry her hair, expertly apply make-up, pick out the perfect outfit – only to smell something cooking in the kitchen.  (She didn’t have any food.)  Her nose curls.  A few minutes later, she picks up her bag, slings it over her shoulder, and stops in the kitchen just long enough to say, “If your shit job is gone, then you can come to school with me.  It’s boring, but it’s less boring than being stuck around here all day.”

Mukuro stares at her over a spread of uneaten food.  (Where did the food come from?)  “You’re not going to eat?”

“Do I look like I’ll eat that shit?”  Junko gestures to herself.  “That stuff’ll just make me fat.”  She sneers.  “Like you.”

Mukuro isn’t fat.  If anything, Mukuro is even thinner than Junko herself is.  Her skin doesn’t even look like it fits, like the baggy skin of the baby elephant in that one book they’d read as a kid.  (She’d shared it with Mukuro; he hadn’t thought it worthwhile to let her have anything cute, anything fun.)

Still – it feels good to say it.

On the way out the door, Junko throws Mukuro her bag.  “Here.  Make yourself useful.”  She expects Mukuro to bite back, the way she always did when they were little.

But she’s too far gone for that.

“Yes, Ryo—”

“Not that name.”  Junko locks the door and glares at her.  “I’m Junko now.  Not that sniveling weakling.  Got it?”

Mukuro stares at her, blunt, no light in her eyes.  “I thought that was just a name for the magazines.”

“No.”  Junko presses her lips together.  “You told me to hide, Mukie.  I got really good at hiding.”  It’s the softest thing she knows to say anymore.  Then she turns and stalks off, waving a hand dismissively in the air.  “I’m surprised you even bought one of those trash interviews.  It’s just a bunch of lies, you know.”

“I know.”

“Then why would you waste your money?”  Junko rolls her eyes.  (She can hear Mukuro plodding along behind her.)  “You’re so stupid.”

She knows the answer.

It doesn’t make her feel any better.

~

Mukuro can’t start school immediately.

It doesn’t matter that her sister is here, Mukuro still has to pass the entrance exam to prove herself before being allowed to officially join the school.  So while Junko is in class, Mukuro is there, too, just somewhere else in an entirely separate part of the building, taking a test on stuff she probably doesn’t even know.  Junko can’t imagine a mercenary organization teaching their members algebra or grammar or anything like that.  You don’t need to know world history to know how to shoot someone or the best place to stick a knife between their ribs for the quickest, quietest death – and while those are impressive skills on their own (probably), they’re not the sort of thing schools like this one test for.

Still.

(She’ll be a shoe-in for Hope’s Peak, too.  By then, she’ll have a use for her.  But until then—)

Haruhi shoves Junko about halfway through the first class. “You’re not saying anything,” she complains.  “You always talk about everything, and now you’re not talking about anything.”

“That’s a real nice way of asking what’s wrong,”  Junko shoves a hand through her long pink hair – she hasn’t even put it up in her standard twintails today.  She doesn’t always.  It’s not like she’s some video game or light novel character who only ever has one hairstyle.  She just didn’t want to waste the time making them perfectly even today.  That’s all.

“I’m not asking what’s wrong.  That’s boring.”  Haruhi crosses her arms and leans back in her seat.  “Your sister looks weird.  Like maybe she died or something.  Isn’t she supposed to be in that boys’ club or whatever?”

Junko lifts one shoulder and lets it fall.  “Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.”  Her teeth grit together.  “Can we not talk about this?  She sucks, and she’s here now, and we’re just gonna have to fucking live with it.”

I’m just going to have to live with—

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, is she going to help us with the movie?”  Haruhi presses a finger between Junko’s shoulder blades – presses, like her fingertip is a cigarette that needs to be put out, fingernail digging through the thin cloth of her shirt.

(Junko hasn’t been making her uniforms entirely wholesale.  That’s a waste of time.  She’ll modify the one she has until it’s barely recognizable, sure, but that doesn’t change what it initially was.  It’s a cheap piece of fabric.  That will never change.  Even the Hope’s Peak uniform Yasuke has is cheap.  Slightly better than the one she’s wearing now, but not by much.)

At Haruhi’s words, Junko rests her head on her desk and closes her eyes.  It’s cool.  Hard.  (Comforting, if that.)  “Probably.  She doesn’t have anything better to do.”

“Well, duh.”  Haruhi’s eyes probably narrow in frustration.  “There’s nothing better than that.  And she’ll join the Brigade, too, right?”

Junko wants to say no.  To tell Haruhi off.  She doesn’t want Mukuro infiltrating the club.  She doesn’t want to feel like this life she’s created for herself has to include Mukuro any more than it already did.  She would rather shove Mukuro to her own wasted space – on some sort of athletics team, maybe track or something – than have her around with them, with her friends.

(She has never referred to the Brigade as her friends before and actually meant it.  It’s such a weird word.)

But.

But.

Yuki still isn’t technically part of the Brigade.  She’s still part of the Literature Club.  Which technically means they’ve only ever had four members: Haruhi, Koizumi, Mikuru, and herself.  They’ve never been able to officially be a club, even though Haruhi insists they are – a Brigade by title, since they can’t be a club yet, and that likely won’t change even if they gain enough members to apply.

But that’s the point.

Mukuro could be their fifth member.

Until they find another – better – one, at least.

“I’ll ask her,” Junko grumbles out as she checks out of the conversation.  “Later.”

~

“A club?” Mukuro echoes, her eyes widening the slightest bit, just around their corners but no wider.  No one else would notice that kind of shock.

Junko does.

The same way she notices that Mukuro’s eyes are now completely grey and devoid of life, the once stormy blue cloudy and absent.  They aren’t even stormy anymore; storms at least have shades in the grey of their clouds, at least move here and there with the wind, at least have layers and depth.  But Mukuro’s eyes are flat.  One singular color.  Dead.

(What happened to you? rests on the tip of her tongue, but she doesn’t ask.  That would be like saying she cared.  She’s too mad to care right now.)

((Being mad is just another form of caring.))

“It’s not a club yet, but it will be if you join.”  Junko purses her lips together, makes a tsking sound of sorts, and crosses her arms, refusing to meet her sister’s eyes.  It’s the closest she can get to letting Mukuro know she doesn’t want her there without saying it, and as it is, she’s not sure it gets across.  In fact, it probably looks more like she’s annoyed with the idea of the club not being official in the first place instead of annoyed with her.

Before Mukuro can say anything, Junko shifts her bag higher on her shoulder and strides toward the clubroom.  “We’re making a movie.  Come with us.  See what you think.”  (As though she hasn’t already told Haruhi more than once that Mukuro would be an additional cast member for her to play around with.)

“The movie where that girl attacked you?”

“She didn’t attack me.”  Junko rubs her forehead.  Mukuro was never this dumb before; maybe Fenrir ate her brains.  Wouldn’t surprise her.  “Look, just—”  She groans, unable to even finish the sentence.  “You can hold the camera.  Or something.  I don’t care.  Haruhi will give you something to do.”

Mukuro’s brows furrow.  “I already have a—”

Junko doesn’t listen to the rest of what she says, instead striding off, walking a little faster, heels click-clacking as she does.  Whatever task Mukuro thinks she has doesn’t matter.  She’s already failed.

Obviously.

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🌷shadow and omega b oth have very complicated relationships w the concept of good bye. they don't really age or die? omega specifically has the advantage of having very limited emotion and a highly logic mind, so he would not waste energy mourning and accept when things end. Shadow is def still trying to figure it all out. as of rn in universe ofc he doesn't have to think abt it much yet, he's doing his best to prevent his friends from harm right now, and he'd rather just face the problems as they happen. especially in shth he learned that theres no use thinking about the what ifs, because there's a right now that needs to be dealt with. the more he thinks about what differenciates him from others the less he can concentrate on what matters: the things he's got in common. like the ground beneath their feet, the star they orbit around, the wind that blows in their faces... He knows about the inevitability of death enough through maria, and he will try his best to not make the same mistake twice. he's determined to move on. ofc its easier said than done, especially in the conceptual event that rouge would fall in combat or even worse.. because of a mistake that he made.. but there are so many possibilities that i could analyze we'd be here for ever.........

rouge herself i think hasdealt with loss before, and she might have had some history with people that she has cut out of her lives. it might seem cold but i think she as a person has mastered the art of severing. whether its healthy is not the question rn... she def has a very soft spot for shadow and omega, tho as stated above these two are really hard to kill so there's not much to worry about in that regard, if anything it's a worry that might not plague her right now, but eventually she's going to think about what it means to be the one that's being severed by forces beyond anyone's control

anyways i dont wanna get existential this morning so this is where i stop

👯‍♀️I headcanon rouge has some friends she regularly meets in her bar (i'll let it be open if it actually belongs to her or if she's just a regular) and she would def visit knuckles every now and then. not saying she'd like. actually talk to him tho. might just lurk in a bush and stare at the master emerald

omega is a tough one to think about tbh. i admittedly don't have too many thoughts on him outside of being part of the team... this is telling me i need to dig more into his individual character tbh. what would he do for fun? when not with the otehr two?? Maybe he actually is like a gamer playing shooters and made friends in voice chat. no one believes him when he introduced himself as killermachine, they think its just a nickname

shadow likes solitude, but i really like that one bit in the recent twitter take over where he and knuckles stood in the forest for hours watching the plants and animals and hwo the light changes throughout the day while going through the leaves etc etc... theyre both very connected to nature in their own ways and i think they could bond over that. also about how they both prefer solitude. they can be alone together! they dont need any words, they can just exist next to eachother for a few hours and feel good about it. he also most surely hangs out with sonic every now and then. hangingout being racing and having a good fight together. though im sure sonic can eventually convince him to spend proper time together. for example making a race into a trekking tour where they go random places sonic knows or doesnt know yet, and they learn about the culture and obviously the food. shadow does seem like someone who'd like to learn about the planet, and sonic's the type of guy who's super eager to have someone to show around and explore with that can keep up!

🖤oh man idk weirdness is super subjective. uh. i wrote a fanfic once about how team dark and team sonic have a bowling competition

[whatyadrawin]

Crystal Lake Shadows 18+ Only!  Ch 6

Masterlist

Approximately 1,860 words

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x AMAB character

Warnings: Violence, strong language, strong sexual themes

A/n: I'm sorry to everyone who has been waiting on this fic to complete. It isn't done yet but I WILL be finishing it. I appreciate your patience and interest :)

Chapter 6

                The morning came with the same bright and warm energy as the last, the singing of small birds and the gentle rustling of leaves from a lazy wind can be heard outside. Sergio woke up feeling energized and in a good mood, the fact that he won’t be alone out at the cabin today made him feel comforted… even if it’s Rob.

Sergio grabbed a panini that Marina made him and went to go put it in his tool box, when he opened it up, he realized he forgot to tell Marina about the teddy bear he took from the lodge. He picked it up and gave it another once over, every inch of it was matted and dusty but the face was still very cute and the stuffing was still safely enclosed and soft. The bear gave him a welcome feeling of safety and comfort as it likely did for whomever owned it to begin with. He noticed some stitching on the bottom of both feet, he lifted it up closer to his face and read ‘I love you’ on one foot, he looked at the other and gasped as it read ‘Jason’.

The bear fell to the floor as Sergio froze in place realizing who its owner was. His mother must have given this to him. A strange feeling washed over him as he stared at the bear on the ground laying there like it needed to be held, he felt as if he had to bring it with him. When the bear was in his hands again, he felt that same comforting safe feeling and decided to keep it in his toolbox for the next time he felt panicked at the lodge I feel like such a loser using a plush as a grown man but… it really does help even if it was …his.

The drive down to the property felt a bit strange today, there were deep clouds forming in the sky very quickly, this darkened the forest quite a bit, this made Sergio feel uneasy but he figured he could just leave if things got too scary, after all, no one said he isn’t allowed to leave when he wants. Once he reached the head of the dirt road, he noticed another vehicle stopped just before it, as he passed the car, he noticed Rob watching him, he turned his car on to follow Sergio down.

Sergio finally reached the lodge and parked closer to the door this time, as close as he could get. Rob pulled up beside him and got out

“I’m not here for you, ok?”

Sergio sighed and rolled his eyes “I know, just make sure you don’t get in the way of my work, ok?”

Rob sneered and looked around, Sergio noticed he seemed a little off-put by the dark overcast of the clouds and said “You can come inside if you want, in case it rains”

The glance Rob gave to Sergio was a mixture of gratitude and resentment, he called back “I’m not a pussy buddy, I don’t need shelter from a little water”

Sergio groaned “For the love of god Rob, just say thank you there’s no need to be a smartass”

Rob stood there and looked taken aback, it seemed no one felt the need to call him out so this response was shocking for him. Sergio got his tool box and went inside to start planning which room needed the most design changes. Mrs. P was an elusive client, Sergio never could get a hold of her and the instructions were very vague on what she needed done. He pulled up his email on his phone and noticed Mrs. P sent him a new message today, it read as follows:

‘Sergio, I want to keep the bones of the lodge the same. Don’t change the layout, don’t change the size. I want fresh new paint with the same colors, and upgrades to the utilities and repairs. The lodge needs to remain as close in theme as possible. The rightful owner needs their home back just as they would remember it.’

He looked very confused, the rightful owner? Is that not Mrs. P? the desire to upgrade and yet keep things the same seemed a bit strange but not unusual for a lot of his clients who in this day and age, badly wanted to keep the warm embrace of nostalgia in their homes. Sergio decided to make revisions to his original designs and needed to get his measuring tape.

He passed through the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, the knife he brought yesterday was stabbed into the wood of the counter sharp point down. He looked at it confused and nervous, he didn’t remember ever taking it out of his bag. Sergio went to grab the knife; it was really hard to pull out of the counter top as if it was thrust in by a very powerful person. The knife finally loosened and fell to the floor with a metal clang sound, he picked it up and inspected it. The blade had a rough texture on the edge as if it was sharpened with a rock, Sergio didn’t sharpen his blades so this didn’t seem familiar to him. He gave a gentle touch on the blade and his finger bled; the edge definitely had just been sharpened by someone masterful with a whet stone. 

Sergio walked back into the main room where he kept his tool box, feeling extremely confused and worried did someone come in here and take my knife just to… sharpen it? He decided to believe it was just his own imagination running wild from stress and lack of sleep, I must have sharpened it before I came and left it on the counter and forgot to pick it back up. He placed the knife back into the tool box where it once was, the teddy, still in his toolbox beckoned him to be carried around the lodge.

The day dragged on until around 4pm, Sergio didn’t see a whole lot of Rob as he made revisions to the property designs and it made him worry. He checked outside and called out for Rob to see if he could hear a response, but no one called back. Sergio wanted to leave before sunset and Rob being out and not responding was really strange. He placed all his belongings in the truck and did a once over on the lodge to see if Rob maybe fell asleep somewhere, but the building was empty. Sergio locked the door behind him and decided he needed to look around in case Rob was in trouble or lost, his phone GPS didn’t work at the lake for some reason so he just used a compass that he had on his keychain.

As he searched the woods there was no sign that anyone went through the trees, the nature was practically untouched by anyone. Sergio was still holding onto the bear as he explored and called out for Rob, the bear was like a powerful charm that prevented stress or fear to affect him. An hour of exploring was just enough time to leave room for the sun to start setting, Sergio decided to give up and head back to the truck which wasn’t so far away. He took a few steps back through some thick brush and heard a very quiet whimper and fast breathing, he stopped to look around but didn’t see anything. Sergio stood there listening to this bizarre sound trying to decipher where it was coming from, it sounded human.

He saw an old rope dangling next to a large tree, he followed the rope with his eyes all the way up this tree until he saw something large in the leaves waving around, it was Rob! Sergio was stricken with shock, he dropped the bear and immediately got to work finding a way to release the rope from the knot at the base, Rob’s weight was causing it to remain as tight as possible. Sergio called up to Rob

“Rob! I am going to get you down, ok? Don’t struggle, try to breathe slowly”

Rob flailed more violently and put his index finger to his lips to indicate that Sergio should be silent, this was strange and Sergio was confused by it until Rob whispered hoarsely

“Sergio, shut the fuck up, I seen him, he might still be around, be as quiet as possible”

This scared Sergio and prompted him to work even faster to get Rob down from the trees, whoever had set the trap was an expert with ropes and knots. After a few minutes of pulling and untying, Sergio was able to lower Rob to the ground gently. Rob took a second to untie his feet from the rope and held his head, blood had been pooling in his head and chest for a while and he felt nauseous and in pain. Sergio helped him up and whispered

“Rob, we need to head to the vehicles, can you walk?”

Rob nodded in approval, Sergio picked up the teddy bear he dropped and they quickly made their way back to the lodge where their vehicles were parked. The entire trip back to the lodge was extremely stressful, Sergio swore he could hear something in the trees rustling behind them but he kept looking straight ahead. Once they got to the lodge, Rob immediately took his keys out of his zipped jacket pocket and spent no time getting into the car and driving off. Not a single word was said to Sergio, not even a thank you, Sergio watched as he drove off like a madman, spinning the tires and kicking up dirt. Sergio got into his truck and turned on the engine, he drove away from the lodge at a normal pace and refused to look in his mirror this time in case he would see a repeat of the shadow.

Now, back at the apartment, Sergio got out of his truck and decided to leave the tool box in the truck for the next day. He was clutching onto the teddy as he made his way up to his apartment, it was sapping all of the stress, fear, and anxiety right out of him and replacing it with comfort. Sergio spent the rest of the evening in his home, he ate the mashed potatoes and gravy from the night before and decided to wash the teddy bear to restore it to a decent state. He waited patiently as the washer and dryer did their thing, once the dryer finished its cycle, he took the bear out and brushed the exterior with a bristle brush to enhance the fabrics softness. He finished brushing and took a look at the bear, the color was still faded and the body still a bit misshapen but it had a charming smile on its face and a big soft tummy and round ears to rub.

Sergio went to sleep with the bear nestled in his arms close to his chest; tonight, he got the best sleep of his life.

[detectivestucks]

The Anbu Captain XI

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: You fill your days while Kakashi is away on his longest mission yet. When he comes home he plays a little game with you and you discover he's been keeping a secret.

Warnings: NSFW, sexual harassment, dog bite, slapping, nipple play, unprotected penetration.

Word Count: 5.8k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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The next eight weeks feel like the longest of your adult life. For the first week you kept rolling over reaching for Kakashi only to be greeted with an empty bed. When the wind blew through the open window you’d instinctively look over only to feel the pang in your chest when you remember he’s gone. 

Little guy would see the sadness in your face during these moments and become extra cuddly, trying to give you comfort. He started spending every night sleeping against your chest rather than at your feet, almost as if he knew what was going on. 

There wasn’t a single night he spent outside since Kakashi left. You wondered how his owner felt about this. You had essentially stolen someone else’s dog but you weren’t about to go looking for his owner. You’d happily claim Little Guy as your own. 

In the mornings after breakfast, you’d let him out the door to do dog things all day while you head off to work, always meeting back up with him in the evenings when he came around for his supper. 

During the weekends he’d stick to your side the entire day, refusing to leave you alone. You appreciated this very much. With Little Guy, you felt less alone. The bed felt smaller, the apartment warmer, and the days shorter.

You also appreciated Kakashi’s friends. They checked on you frequently to keep you company. You really enjoyed spending time with Kureni and her boyfriend Asuma. They were nice to talk to and you wanted to go on a double date with them when Kakashi got back. They naturally had missions of their own so they couldn’t be around all the time but you also had Gai. He was particularly attentive to you during Kakashi’s hiatus and often escorted you around the village with a hand around your waist. Never in a way that felt creepy. Always in a way that felt protective, like he was guarding a precious treasure for his best friend.

It made you internally snicker at the idea that this lovable goof was Kakashi’s best friend. Kakashi, the calm, collected, cold blooded killer, best friends with this boisterous, green ball of energy. 

Gai made an effort to walk you home from work twice a week and always checked in on you every Sunday night. Interestingly, Little Guy was always absent for these visits but quickly returned when Gai left. Even though he was a bit bizarre, he was truly a gentleman and you were glad for his friendship. 

It was your last weekend alone before your Captain was supposed to come home and naturally you were out shopping in the village with your favorite friendly neighborhood dog. You stopped at a small tea shop and sat outside on the patio sipping your drink with Little Guy by your side. He was curled up in a ball, satisfied by the biscuit you bought for him, lightly napping in the little spot of sun on the ground. Everything is quiet and serene. 

You have a book in your hand recommended to you by Kakashi. Given its contents it was little wonder he was so adventurous in the bedroom. If this was what he enjoyed reading in his spare time, you could see where his inspiration came from. It is a little embarrassing to read the book in public, but hey, Kakashi does it all the time. Also now that you have built a small reputation for being his significant other, you figured everyone should already know why the little orange book is in your possession to begin with. 

You finish your chapter and close the book, setting it down on the table. You were ready to resume your shopping trip, wanting to make the last of your purchases before heading home. Leaning down to give Little Guy some head scratches, you try to wake him up.

“Hey buddy, you ready to go?”

Little Guy leans into your fingers, savoring the affection before getting up and shaking off, ridding himself of the dirt collected on his belly. You stand up, grabbing the book as you make your way to leave when a very large man puts you in his shadow.

You look up at him, scanning his impressive stature and large build. His muscles bulged out of his shirt and you could see his veins jut in and out between them, supplying the needed oxygen to sustain their impressive size. You feel Little Guy against your ankle and you are sure he is protectively monitoring the situation. 

“Hi, uhh, can I help you?” you say in a voice a bit more timid than you’d like.

The mountain of a man reaches for your hand to grab your book from between your fingers.

“I can’t help but notice your reading choice, sweetheart. You enjoy getting a little freaky, hmm?”

You feel the heat rise on your cheeks as you reach for your book.

“Could you please give that back?”

“You need help acting out some of these scenes sweetie?”

Little Guy begins to growl at your feet.

“Please, could I have that back? It’s a lonar.” you ask again as you reach for the book. The stranger however holds it just beyond your reach causing you to fall into him. You go to push yourself off when he wraps his free arm around your waist.

“You didn’t answer my question sweetheart.”

You feel your pulse quicken, scared of how the man is grabbing you and not letting you go. You continue to struggle to get out of his arm as you reply,

“What I do with my boyfriend is none of your business. Now get off of me and give me back my book!”

He tightens his grip on you and you see his face turn red with jealousy.The man suddenly imagining himself in competition, he tries you again,

“I bet I can make you forget about your loser boyfriend in one night.”

“Doubt it. Now GET OFF!”

You push against his chest but he pulls you in tighter, not letting you go. Little Guy jumps for the arm wrapped around your waist, the one holding you hostage. He sank his sharp predatory teeth deep in the tissue, aiming to rip his muscle from the bone. 

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK?! GET ‘IM OFF!”

The man drops your book and you snatch it up, running from the shop, grateful to Little Guy for coming to your defense. You check over your shoulder and see the pug’s little legs dangle as the man flails his arm around trying to fling Little Guy off. There is significant blood dripping to the ground. You see the fury on the man’s face and you’re terrified that he’s going to kill Little Guy for this. The man opens his fist aiming to grab the dog when you scream,

“LITTLE GUY!!” 

He immediately lets go just as the man's fist was about to squeeze the life out of his tiny body. Little Guy bounded towards you, licking his chops to wipe up the blood surrounding his mouth. You jog a little ways, worried the man will come after you but once you're certain he’s not following you, you stop near a spigot to clean off the pug’s face. 

You use your fingers to work the water into his fur, rinsing out the blood as you speak.

“Thank you Little Guy but don’t get yourself hurt. He could’ve killed you. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

A little whine followed by a bark came from him and you knew he understood you. You nuzzle your forehead against his then you turn off the flow of water before standing up and heading home. You didn’t want to risk bumping into that man again today, afraid he might try to hurt your dog. Yes, your dog.

You open the door, allowing the pug to enter. You head straight for the kitchen and grab some bacon out of the fridge to fry up and give to Little Guy as a treat. “There” you say as you lower the plate to the floor. You scratch his ears as he digs in. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

You grab Kakashi’s book once more and head to the couch to keep reading. When Little Guy is done he joins you on your lap. 

You’re about to doze off and nap when you hear a pounding at the door.

BANG BANG BANG

You leap off the couch with a start, Little Guy tumbling to the floor but miraculously landing on his paw pads. Your mind bewildered, you fear it was the man. He found where you live.

“Y/N! Are you okay?! I heard what happened!!!”

…it was Gai. You look down at the friendly neighborhood dog who didn’t seem so friendly at the moment. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the pug’s sour face as you go to open the door.

“Hi Gai.” you sing as you open the door.

You note how Little Guy slinks past Gai’s ankles and trots away to avoid your loudest companion. Letting the man inside you reassure him, “Yes, I’m okay. Some guy stole Kakashi’s book but I got it when my dog bit him.”

“You have a dog?” he says looking at his feet, searching for signs of a dog.

“Well, no. …Kinda. It’s a stray that I’ve adopted. He comes and goes as he pleases but I feed him everyday.”

Unable to locate the dog you’re talking about, Gai’s gaze comes back up to meet yours with a booming chuckle.

“Well isn’t that perfect?! My rival found himself a dog person. Kakashi loves dogs!”

“He does?”

Completely blowing off your question, Gai inspects you. Grabbing your hands and looking at your arms, combing over your skin for signs of damage. 

“Gai, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine, really.”

“I can’t let my rival come home thinking I let anything happen to his paramour.”

“Well nothing happened. It’s taken care of.”you say trying to regain custody of your limbs.

He drops your arms and stares at you seriously. 

“You promise?”

You smile at him and his sincerity. He was so adorably loyal to Kakashi.

“I promise. Now, would you like to stay for dinner?”

His eyes quickly glanced over to the kitchen and back to you. “Yes please.”

“Great! Keep me company while I cook.” you say as you stride over to the kitchen. “Tell me, how was your weekend?”

Gai excitedly regales you with the details of his workouts and his current set of students. They are all about to pass on as Chunin and he expects that next year he will be granted a new team of fresh Genin. The two of you hang out till Eight, then you send him off so that you can clean up and get ready for work the next day.

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After walking with you to work, Pakkun heads to see Kakashi to give his weekly report. 

“How is she?” he asks while hunched behind a bush, studying his target.

“She’s good. Gai nearly scared her half to death yesterday.”

He laughs before asking how. 

“A man was harassing her outside of the tea shop and when Gai found out he nearly broke down her door to check on her.”

“A man was harassing her?” Kakashi’s eyes turned dark “Details. Now.”

“He grabbed around her waist and when he didn’t let go I bit him. Let’s just say he won’t be using his right arm for a bit.”

Kakashi nodded. “Good.”

“You think your mission will end on time?”

“I’m making sure it will.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Pff, don’t act like you’re not enjoying pretending to be a house pet. I see through your act. She’s changed you.”

“Well look who’s talking.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He says with a big smile on his face.

“I’ll see you in a few days. M’kay Kakashi?”

“See you in a few days Pakkun.”

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You get home from work Friday night, grateful that the week has passed quickly. He’d be back any day now. You couldn’t wait. You were certain you’d jump at any small sound hoping to turn around and see him.But you could live with that. Just as long as it ended with seeing him. 

As you unlock the door  and swing it open, two strong hands grab either side of your face and pull you into a passionate kiss.

You drop your bag and bring your arms up to embrace him, your favorite person. You use your foot to kick your door closed, while he reached over your shoulder to secure the lock. Your hands grab two fist fulls of his uniform as you pull him closer to you, never wanting to let him go. You both stagger over to the couch, lips locked the entire way, and stumble down onto the cushions, your body falling on top of his. 

The two of you make out like randy teenagers for the better part of an hour. You grab at his hair and paw at his uniform, slowly grinding on his thigh as small moans are exchanged between your lips. You pepper his jaw and cheeks with kisses, careful to keep your eyes closed so as not to see his mysterious face, afraid that if you do he’ll stop. 

You shift your leg so you are straddled over his pelvis, continuing to grind against him. He groans as he feels the warmth radiating from your heat and rubbing over his stiff boner. He lifts his mask before his hands grab each side of your hips, grabbing firm hold of you and controlling your movements. He dragged you harshly along his concealed length, creating friction for you both, generating a soft moan.

You lean up and shed your chunky knit sweater, tossing it on the coffee table. You reach around and unclasp your bra too, discarding it to an unknown corner of the room. Next you make work of his uniform. He sits up to allow you to strip him, while never losing grip of your hips, continuously grinding them into him, leaving both of you panting. 

You untie his headband and stare at him in both eyes, switching your gaze back and forth between them both before finally bringing the fabric over your own eyes and tie the knot behind you to keep the fabric firmly in place. 

You feel him remove one of his hands and as he sets it back down, his lips are locked over your nipple, happily dragging his tongue over the bud playfully fondling it with the pink muscle. You exhale fully, hands clutching his silver mane as you enjoy the sensation of both the friction and the suckling. It was enough to get you close. That or finally being touched after two months of loneliness, either way you were quickly approaching the edge and he was only getting started. 

You groan, eyes squeezing shut under the headband as his tongue laps away at your peak. His teeth inevitably come out to play, nipping at your skin while he worked his way over to your other breast. 

Tiny breaths sprinkled with whispers of curse words exhaled from your mouth as you felt him toy with you. His fingers playing with your abandoned nipple, pinching and rolling it. Your fingers tighten in his hair as your grinding becomes more desperate. He knows you’re close, he can feel it as your legs tighten around his hips. Your moans and whimpers building with your climax. He begins sucking harshly on the tip before he released.

“Ask”

He latches back on hastily rubbing the tip of his tongue over your bud as he hollows his cheeks. You moan loudly, your head falling backwards. He releases again.

“Ask to cum.”

Diving back in, you feel him pull on you forcefully, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin as you are brought to beg, 

“Please Captain, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please let me cum.”

He releases your peak and massages both nipples between his calloused fingers as he whispers in your ear, “Cum for me.” before lightly kissing your neck. You grind hard on him, feeling the torture of his fingers rolling and tugging your nipples while he tickles the senstive spots of your neck. You release, soaking your underwear as you slow your strokes against his pelvis. Riding your high while drinking in his embrace.

When you come to a stop he grabs you by the ribs and throws you down on the couch under him, yanking off your pants before shedding his own. He tuts as he slides his fingers under your thongs and peels it off of your sopping wet pussy before sliding it down your legs.

“Such a little slut for me. Isn’t that right Good Girl?”

“Mhm” you cry pathetically as you feel the cool air hit the juices dripping out of your folds. 

He brings a firm hand down on your lower set of lips making you yelp, before he rubs the area in large soothing circles.

“Lets play a little game, my love. Everytime you close your eyes or curse I will hit you,” smack “here.” you whimper as he returns to rubbing circles around your clit, already starting to throb from your orgasm and the first two blows. Kakashi lifts up his headband off your eyes to see your glassy and desperate expression.

“Yes, Captain” you whisper, making him smile under his mask.

“Good.”

He takes his length and begins rubbing himself along your folds, coating himself in your slick. You bite your lip feeling how his head nudges your little bundle of nerves. You gasp and reach out, fingers wrapping around the wrist that's supporting his weight. He pulls back and slips into your entrance, eyes immediately fluttering closed, blissfully groaning from the intrusion.

Smack

You’re eyes shoot open, core tensing up as you look Kakashi in the eyes. You see him smirk under the mask and you know he’s going to abuse how sensitive you are from lack of stimulation over the past two months. Your body no longer accustomed to his abuse.

He begins sliding back and forth inside of you. You feel yourself suck him in as he pushes up against your cervix. You were so happy to have him home, poking and prodding where you like it best. Only he fills you just right. It is heavenly how he stretches you out. The soft strokes hitting you just right. Your eyes lock onto his as the sensation fills you.

“Oh fuck Captain, you feel so good.”

Smack

You gasp and twitch violently. You forgot about the cursing. This was going to be a brutal game. If it hadn’t been two whole months since he was last inside you, you’d have a fighting chance. But he probably saved this little game of his for your reunion cause he wanted to toy with you all night long.  The worst part was he would if you weren’t careful. 

Knowing you were on to him and his motives, he started accentuating his strokes, making you groan. Bottoming out and pulling back all the way to the tip, before smoothly pushing in again. You look up at him dying to kiss him but you know you’d have to close your eyes to do so, meaning another strike. He was really enjoying watching you struggle. Overwhelmed by sensation and unable to express it the way you usually do. Your hands reach up to his neck trying to pull him down. 

“Ah ah ah, that’s cheating.” He curls his finger under your chin, lifting it so you are looking down your nose as you gaze up at him. Eyes lidded, one breathtaking stroke away from falling shut. 

“I need to be able to see your eyes, my love. If I can’t, then I won’t be able to play our little game.”

He punctuates his sentence with a harsh thrust inside and you moan loudly, your lids treacherously snapping shut. Smack!

You cry out at his harsh hit to your clit. It was swollen from the game, each time building pressure in your abdomen. He followed with more soothing circles and you so badly wanted to loll your head back in pleasure but you couldn’t. Instead you look up at him with those pathetic teary eyes and he feels himself coming undone from your gaze. 

He starts stroking faster and harder. Snapping into you with urgency. He missed you. He missed this. He missed the intimacy, the adoration, the warmth. You constrict around him as a result of the new pace and you paw at his neck, wanting him to come down and be close to you.

“Oh fuck Captain! Please!”

Smack!

“Ahhh!”

Your legs begin to twitch. The beatings start to radiate from your sensitive nub. It only spurs him on. He strokes with more vigor, pulling your hips closer to him, securing you so that you can’t slide up the couch.

“Yes Captain, it feels so good. Right there.”

He finds a sweet spot and keeps his stroke consistent so that he massages it repeatedly with his mushroom tip. He watches you on the brink of losing control as your face twists from pleasure. Your eyes are about to shut in three…two…one…smack!

Your body violently jerks as a little bit of cum is released around his cock. Kakashi growls, excited by the game. 

“That’s it Good Girl.”

He finds the spot again, stroking even faster. You bite your lip, feeling the pressure in your abdomen build even more. You are so very sensitive. Your back begins to arch up off the couch but you don’t dare close your eyes. Instead they plead with him as your brows knit together. 

Feeling wicked, Kakashi throws one of your legs over his shoulder hitting an even deeper spot and you squirm away from him. Smack!

“Fuck!” you gasp “I didn’t do anything!” smack!

“That time you did!”

He loved how your tits bounced each time your body shook from the blows. An added perk on top of how you constrict and gush around him. He was taking far too much joy in your little sport.

Knowing you can’t win, you don’t argue, you just sink back and moan from how he shreds apart your gummy walls. You continue to bite your lip, staring him right in the eyes, feeling on the cusp of another orgasm but it’s not good enough. He needs to break you. He lifts his knee and sticks your lower leg between his. Then he leans forward, stretching you out, allowing him to push deep. 

You scream out from the new angle. He’s got you and you both know it. He rails into you at an unrelenting speed. Your body thrashes around as a string of curses fly from your mouth, eyes screwed shut in a blissful agony.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Your body seizes from the blows. The pressure so built up from the game that you squirt all over his chest. Kakashi rips himself out of your tight slit to quickly massage your clit as your squirt, making your juices fly out of you from the intensity. 

“Captain!” you shriek, spray getting everywhere.

“That’s it Good Girl, that’s it.”

“Oh gods it’s too much!” 

Your fingers dig into him as you lift your head, eyes gazing up at him before snapping shut again. He delivers a final blow to your abused cunt making you cry pathetically as you twitch from orgasm. He slides back into you to ride you through it, your body going limp from the over stimulation.

“Good Giiiirl, take my dick. I know you missed me.”

You sleepily reach up, grabbing his neck and pulling him down. This time he acquiesces and buries his face in your neck, while you do the same, allowing you to pant into the curve of his shoulder.

“Thank you Captain” you whisper into his skin.

He speeds up his thrusts before growing sloppy and erratic. He was almost there, just a few more plunges and then you’d feel the familiar twitch as your walls are coated in his warm sticky mess. He strokes lightly, emptying himself into you before collapsing on top of your body. 

You wrap your legs around him and pull down his mask to kiss him like you were before. Hungry for him. You missed his lips and everything that came with them. You lay tangled together on the couch, him growing soft inside of you while you continue to kiss lazily. Your fingers carding through his strands, breathing deeply as your tongue explored his mouth.

You’re both lost in a world where time stands still as you welcome your man home, laying naked together on your couch. Happy to have him back in his rightful place. You adjust your hands, ready to grab another fistful of hair when you hear your stomach grumble. Your captain chuckles at the sound as you both look down to where your abdomen’s meet. Just as you decided to ignore it and return to his lips you hear Little Guy paw at the door. 

You look over, debating if you’re gonna answer it. When you close your eyes and turn back to Kakashi’s lips you’re disappointed to rub against cloth and find that he’s tucked them away, making the decision for you. You resign yourself to getting up off the couch and answering the door for Little Guy.

You stand up, pull on your pants  and don your sweater, not bothering to put your bra back on much to Kakashi’s enjoyment. Tugging down your hem, you turn to walk over to the door.

“I guess it’s time to make supper. What would you like?”

“Do you have ingredients to make miso with eggplant?”

You smile with a sway of your hips as you look over your shoulder. “That I do.”

You swing open the door and allow the pug inside just before you scurry over to the kitchen to get started on supper.

“Hey Pakkun, thanks for taking care of her. I appreciate it.”

The pug nods at him and replies in a deep voice, “Sure thing Kakashi. Anytime.”

You freeze. Did those two just talk to each other? You turn away from the counter and face Kakashi and Little Guy with wide eyes.

“What did you just say?”

Kakashi stopped. He had gotten so used to talking to Pakkun while away on his mission that he forgot to play pretend now that he is home. The hound walked up to Kakashi’s side and sat next to him, facing you before replying. 

“Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now.”

“You talk?!” You run your fingers up to your scalp as you clutch your own hair. “Oh my gods, you’re a summoning animal!”

“Sure am.” 

You couldn’t get over his deep voice. This was not the adorable pug you had been taking care of for six months. Your eyes bug up to Kakashi who was nervously staring back at you.

“I take it he’s your summon, isn’t he?”

A hand raises to the back of Kakashi’s neck where he scratches as his eye crinkles into the shape of a half moon. 

Your stare shoots back over to the dog you now know is named Pakkun.

“This whole time I’ve been taking care of you and you were spying on me?!”

“To your credit, you’re a hell of a cook. Isn’t that right Kakashi?”

“Well, I do enjoy eating out when I’m over here.” he says with a mischievous grin.

Pakkun’s face sours as he looks up at your captain. Your face turns a deep shade of maroon and you flush with embarrassment

“Really, Kakashi, did you have to go there?”

“It’s not like Pakkun didn’t already know.”

“Yeah, yeah, I smell it all over her every time you visit.”

“Oh gods,” You bury your face in your hands, playing all your interactions with Little Guy over in your head. The embarrassment only grew. “I’ve changed in front of you. You’ve seen me naked!”

“Y/N, I don’t really care to see humans naked. It’s not like I was looking.”

“You two are sick!” You start to freak out. “This isn’t okay, this is twisted, what is wrong with you?!”

Kakashi grabs around your waist pulling you in. “I’m sorry my love, I had to make sure you were safe. I didn’t want to leave you unprotected while I was gone.”

“So you enlisted a spy to live with me?!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to do. I’ve never done this before. I’m not good at this.” He says beginning to feel ashamed.

You huff as you cross your arms over your chest. You were livid with him but you had to admit that Pakkun had been very helpful while he was away. He always kept you company and he did bite that guy last week. But you were also mortified that you had been treating him like a house pet, going so far as to clean his face and let him sleep in your bed. You couldn’t decide how you felt but then Kakashi’s palms left your waist to graze up your shoulders and rest around the back of your neck, thumbs resting behind your ears. He towers over you as he looks down his nose, nothing but adoration in his eyes. 

You feel your anger dissolve as you look up at him. Your arms absentmindedly unfold themselves and take purchase on Kakashi’s hips as you lean into his chest. 

“I love you” 

“I love you too, Captain.”

You savor the intimacy for a moment before deciding to get back to preparing supper. Kakashi leans against the counter watching you. He seems a little lighter without the weight of this secret on his chest. He hesitates for a moment and you can tell he’s contemplating something. You pretend not to notice as you prep the ingredients, waiting for him to spit it out. After you finish chopping the eggplant, he finds his voice.

“I actually have 8 hounds. Would you like to meet them?”

You stop for a brief moment and look up.

“You have an entire pack of them? How many did you have following me?”

“Just Pakkun.”

You think for a moment.

“Gai had mentioned you liked dogs. I see what he means now.”

He chuckles a bit. “I’m surprised he didn’t notice Pakkun and blow his cover.”

“He was conveniently absent when Gai was around.”

Kakashi gives a hearty laugh at that bit of information. “He’s good at his job. I’ll give him that.”

You smile and shake your head as you continue to chop. 

“So yes or no?”

“To what? Meeting your pack?”

“Yeah.”

“Well you’re my boyfriend. Of course I have to meet your dogs.”

“Hounds.”

You roll your eyes at him and he catches your jaw between his fingers before you can turn away. He pulls you up to his face as he threatens, “Roll your eyes at me again, and see what happens.”

Your breath falters as you know exactly what will happen. You close your eyes as you imagine it allowing the excitement to tingle across your body. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip before letting go and allowing you to get back to the meal. You give a contented smile and he wraps his arms around your waist as he stands behind you, patiently waiting for you to be done.

He’s home.

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Lord Hiruzen graciously gave team Ro a few days reprieve before they were sent back out for another mission on Tuesday. An entire weekend with your captain.  

The next day you went on a double date with Kureni and Asuma. It was a wonderful and classy evening full of intelligent conversation and intriguing battle stories till one Might Gai invited himself to sit at the table and join you. The evening quickly escalated to a classic challenge between rivals while you sat with Kureni and watched your boyfriend make a fool of himself engaging in a push up contest with the ever spry Jonin who wouldn’t accept a game of ‘rock-paper-scissors.’

On Sunday you met Kakashi’s hounds. They excitedly sniffed you and introduced themselves. You romp with them and pet them like domestic beasts rather than respectable ninja hounds. Pakkun gives them all a smug smile knowing that they’d have no room to talk if they ever tried to give him greif for how he behaved around you. Your love was irresistible. It turned all of them into puppies, wanting nothing more than ear and belly scratches.

Kakashi stood to the side watching you play with his pack. He wasn’t sure he could ever love anyone or anything more than he loved you in that moment. You were forever. That he was sure of. You made his cold heart warm again; his once dark life, bright again. He felt like a changed man around you. The missing puzzle piece perfectly fitting into the empty space of his heart.

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Tuesday morning comes and he leaves you while you’re getting ready for the office. Each time he’s home it becomes harder to say goodbye. It’s harder to hide your disappointment and fear. You don’t want anything to happen to him. You want him to come home and this particular morning you broke.

“Shh, shh. It’ll be okay my love.” he says as he pets your hair

“How can you say that?” you sob into his chest

“I will always come home to you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I could never leave you. You’re my reason for living. No enemy is going to stop me from coming home to you.”

You hold onto him tighter, unsure you have the strength to let him leave.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too Kashi.”

It wrenched his gut to see you so sad, to see how much you cared for him. How did he ever get so lucky? 

“Please my love, you have to get to work and I have to report to my team.”

With one final squeeze you pull yourself off of him and wipe your tears with the back of your hand. 

“Come home, okay?”

“I will, every time.”

He gives you a passionate kiss before lifting his mask and gazing into your eyes fluttering open to gaze upon him one more time before he leaves.

Jumping rooftop to rooftop, his head feels an unfamiliar cloudiness. There was a pressure in his gut that he wasn’t used to. He tries to shake it from his mind. He has a mission to focus on. Get the job done and come home. Just like he promised.

He lands in front of the village gate to a waiting Team Ro.

“Everything alright, Captain?”

“You’re late.”

“Yeah, everything is fine. You ready?”

He gazes around his team and they all nod.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

The entire squad pulls their masks over their faces and launches into the trees standing just outside the village gate. They fly through the forest heading north, hurdling themselves towards enemy terrain. Kakashi’s mind for the first time registering the distance growing further between him and your loving arms.

Part 12 Masterlist

[0729hazel]

Abyss Diary - Chapter 1: A Sudden Invitation

In the Moor Forest, the morning sun rises slowly, like Helios saying "hello" or "good morning" to all living beings. The sun shines into the earth, and many flowers and plants are awakened by this warm light. The colour of the river bank in the southwest is like a bright aurora flowing slowly. The wind blows from the east, and the rustling of the leaves is pleasant as if a person is sitting under a tree and listening to a wonderful tune. This morning, the butterflies and yellow bees started to go to the flowers to collect nectar and then returned to their nests to start making honey. I heard that eating a tablespoon of honey in the morning not only makes people full of energy but also makes people stay young forever. It can be called a natural skin care product. Under the clear light, everyone got up and opened the window, and everyone said "good morning" to each other. So, they went about their own business.

In the very centre of this place, there is an extremely huge tree, which people respectfully call "the tree of the world". This tree has a long history. It was accidentally created when the gods created the world. The tree created by the agarwood has lush green leaves growing on the top. shine brightly. It is as beautiful as a diamond, so people also call it the "tree of crystal bloom". At that time, some minority races studied magic on their own, and some studied the tree together until the auspicious time, served the tree every day, and created a banquet belonging to each race, so it became a tradition called "Moor's Feast". According to the inhabitants of the Moore Forest in the past, there is no master in the Moore Forest, because they belong to a race that does not compete with the world. But they have many guardians silently guarding the safety of this forest. However, there is a very bold man. He lives in the "World Tree" by himself and transforms it into a tree house.

"Brothers and sisters, I'm going out to do some shopping. As for breakfast, what do you need?"

"Bread, milk, muffins!!"

"Okay, okay, wait a moment."

The man was carrying a bamboo and rattan basket, opened the door and went outside to shop. He met the crowd and said good morning, and they said good morning back. This person is in his thirties, with a dignified body, a handsome appearance, and a dignified appearance. A pair of eyes shot cold stars, and two eyebrows were like paint. The chest is wide and broad, and there is an invincible majesty. People saw him as characterized by crimson eyes and black beautiful hair because he was the first person with crimson eyes, plus that side bang, so he was loved by people. He went into a tree house made out of a bakery. His clothes are the same as those of ordinary people, but the clothes are long-sleeved and the trousers are longer.

The doorbell rang, and the owner of the bakery started working happily when he saw this person. "Lucifer, you are finally here!" The man (Lucifer) smiled and said: "Boss, you are still like this after all these years." The bakery owner said: "Oh, only Mr Lucifer is here, I must I will serve you!" As he spoke, he took the basket in Lucifer's hand and began picking out the necessary breakfast food. Afterwards, Lucifer came to the cash register, and the bakery owner carefully counted the bread, milk, muffins and other breakfasts in the basket. "Okay, there are two hundred silver coins in total. As a regular customer, I will count you one hundred silver coins." Lucifer took out one of the money bags from his trouser pocket and handed it to the bakery owner, and then picked up the basket and waved away.

After that, Lucifer went to a flower shop. Seeing Lucifer, the proprieties of the flower shop warmly entertained him: "Mr Lucifer, what kind of flowers do you want?" Lucifer thought for a long time and said, "I want the morning flower." The proprieties immediately said: " Good!" Then she went to pick flowers in the backyard of the flower shop. This backyard is very close to the World Tree. Many customers like to buy flowers and are not used to going out, so there is this flower shop and backyard. Lucifer, watching the backyard flowers, said, "Today's flowers grew very well. They're better than yesterday." The proprieties said, "Yeah, luckily that yesterday was not raining. And the flowers were not damaged." As she talks with Lucifer, she keeps collecting the sunflowers and making their bouquets. "Here's your flower, and congratulations that you're becoming one of the Archangels soon." She gave the flowers to Lucifer. Lucifer took the bouquet of sunflowers and said, "Thank you, miss." Then, Lucifer leaves the flower shop.

As Lucifer walks everywhere, everyone comes to him and says the words same as what proprieties said. Lucifer acts a little surprised and doesn't think anymore, he steps back to the tree house.

"I'm back."

Some people who staying at this tree house heard Lucifer's words, rushing to the dining room and sitting at the dining table. Lucifer put the breakfast and some flowers on the table, and then he put the breakfast on the plates and serve to them, lastly putting the flowers in the vase. Have two people grabbing the bread at the same time, and both of them started arguing and yelling at each other.

"The bread is mine, Michael!"

"No, it's mine, you damn Gabriel!"

The boy was named Michael, and the girl was named Gabriel. The appearance of both is the same as a teenager. Michael is dressed in white clothes, under the sword eyebrows that are neither thick nor light, the narrow and long eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, the nose is hanging like a gall, straight like a blue distant mountain, the lips are so thin that the colour of the lips is pale, and the corners of the mouth Slightly evoked, it seems that the man is unrestrained. While Gabriel is a hibiscus beautiful face, blushing cheeks, starry eyes like waves, and pity and shyness in the eyes, the current situation is like a dream, a person can't help but stare dumbfounded.

Their sound already shouted Lucifer, Lucifer going to stop them. "Enough you two" Lucifer is using force magic to stop Michael and Gabriel. This power shocks and suppresses Michael and Gabriel, "Lucifer, stop now." Gabriel said. "We cannot handle this 'Gravity Manacle', please stop," Michael said.

'Gravity Manacle' is one of the control magics. Use this magic to bind at least four targets and continuously limit their mobility. This magic was created by Lucifer. The purpose is to help reverse the situation as much as possible unless it becomes one of the ultimate moves under unavoidable circumstances.

"Brother Lucifer, calm down." One of the people comes to Lucifer and stops him. "Yeah, Lucifer. Calm down and we talk peacefully." Another one also comes to stop Lucifer. Lucifer sighed and stop casting 'Gravity Manacle'. "Raphael, Seraphiel, are you two awake already? And you two prepared or not? It's late for now. Faster, now!" Lucifer said. "Damn, we're already late! Dinner don't worry about us, we'll fix this, Lucifer!" Both Raphael and Seraphiel said.

Raphael and Seraphiel are twins, and both of them look the same, with youthful and moonlight-white skin. But their personality is different, Raphael is a type of working hard person, while Searphiel is a loving caring type of person.

Lucifer calmed a while, now he's slamming on the table and scolding Michael and Gabriel. "Michael, Gabriel. Why are you two still fighting and arguing with each other?! Didn't I tell you two must care for each other regardless of the situation? How could you two forget it easily?!" Michael and Gabriel looking Lucifer in rage, they wanted to apologize to Lucifer but he left with the vase of sunflowers. the only thing they can do is apologize to each other. After that, they're going to Supreme Council to work.

With Lucifer, he's taking the sunflowers to the garden at the back of "The World Tree". He's heading to the grave and putting the sunflowers on it. "Mother, here's your sunflowers," Lucifer said and he's sitting behind it. "Today is not a special day, just visit you..." Lucifer said but silenced, he's taking a handkerchief to clean the grave of his mother and said, "Mother, you warned me that don't get angry easily... But I did already..." Lucifer is taking an amulet from his pocket, it's made by the feathers of the bird and some beads. This amulet was the last gift of Lucifer's mother when he was twelve. He cannot do anything for his mother but looking her death peacefully. Lucifer never shows any emotions to anyone, only facing the grave, he'll burst out of his emotions. After that, he's going to the courtyard, sits on the bench and reads a book. Lucifer didn't know how long he read the book and slept.

After almost half an hour, two priests from the Supreme Council came to the courtyard. "Lord Lucifer," they called. Lucifer woke up, looked at both of them and asked, "Is anything a problem?" Both of them answered, "Lord Lucifer. there's a problem with the staff's replacement. Please come back to Supreme Council immediately." Lucifer heard, he was heading back to the tree house and changed outfit of Supreme Council, then he followed them going to Supreme Council.

No matter where Lucifer passed by, everyone saw him and congratulated him for becoming the Archangel of the Supreme Council.

The distance between Moor Forest and Supreme Council is only 4.5 miles, need to use twenty minutes to reach Supreme Council.

"They're still in a meeting, please wait outside." The two priests told Lucifer and went inside the meeting room. Lucifer reading a book for leisure time, and suddenly he heard some argument sounds.

Inside the meeting room, an Archangel slammed the table and said, "This is ridiculous. How could the Endless Abyss want Lucifer to join these monstrous creatures?!" The other Archangel also said, "Yeah, we're never let them push so hard." At the centre of the table, the Supreme God of the Supreme Council said, "The Endless Abyss changed the Demon Lord because of the death of the former Demon Lord. I already told them never to let Lucifer join them, but they still wanted to be." The Archangel said, "But we can't let them get what they need! God, can you stop their madness?" The Supreme God sighed, and said, "Now there is a new Demon Lord. Recently there has been news of an outsider invasion. This is busy. For today's plan, we have to sacrifice him." Many Archangels heard the Supreme God's words, they cannot do anything but obey.

Outside, Lucifer heard everything and was shocked. He never expected that will have happened to him one day. He was waiting outside until the Supreme God called him to come inside.

"You want to see me, Father?" Lucifer asked. "Yes, my child. Come here and talk with me." The Supreme God said. Lucifer was sitting behind him, the Supreme God holding his hands and said, "You heard everything, right?" He asked Lucifer. Lucifer didn't say anything, he nodded his head at the answer. Supreme God said, "We have been father and son for more than twenty years. Although your mother passed away when you were young, I have seen your transformation. Calm, smart, fighting, working hard, desperate. Even, if you have a perfect will, no one can compare with you." Lucifer heard and said, "It's thanks to you, Father. If I wasn't taught by you, I'll not have these results until now."

They talked a lot until the Supreme God tells him a question. "Lucifer, are you sure that you're resigning from your work?" Lucifer said, "Yes, I have to think clearly. Father, let me join them. I promise you that I won't fall easily." Supreme God looked at Lucifer and worried, said, "It is our fault to ask you to bear all this..." Lucifer said, "It's okay, Father. I'm already thirty, and I need to face everything by myself. And can you please don't tell Michael and the others? I'm afraid that they're doing some weird things when they know I'm joining Endless Abyss." Supreme God nodded his head, and Lucifer says thanks to him. And they're planned secretly, let Michael become the new Archangel of the Supreme Council. As the reason, only Lucifer and Supreme God knew.

After that, Lucifer went to his room and packed his stuff. He heard both boys rushing to his room. "Don't rush into the hallway, Crimson! How many times have I already told you?" A boy with emerald green hair said. "Don't mind me, Juniper. Now Lord Lucifer is leaving here. And we must help him pack stuff." The boy with crimson red hair said to that boy.

Lucifer chuckled and said, "Crimson, Juniper. You both already know?" The red hair boy named Crimson said, "Yeah, Lord Lucifer. I was shocked that you resigned from your work and join Abyss." Lucifer patted Crimson's head and said, "Look at you, cry already?" Crimson wiped his tears and said, "No, I'm not."

"I will always follow Lord Lucifer everywhere. Please, Lord Lucifer, let me serve you again." Lucifer heard Crimson's words and said, "Sure, you're always serving me. Juniper also." Crimson was happy and hugged Lucifer tightly, and Juniper was surprised and accepted. Lucifer asked, "And you two, haven't packed stuff?" Crimson heard the sentence, grabbed Juniper and rushed back to their room and said, "Okay Lord Lucifer, wait for us!" Lucifer laughed and continue to pack stuff.

In Crimson and Juniper's room, both of them finished packing their stuff. Juniper asked Crimson, "Crimson, I have some questions to ask you." Crimson said, "Just asked, I'll answer." Juniper said, "Do you know where's Lady Samantha now?" Crimson thinks and said, "I don't know. The last time I saw her, and she told me that have an emergency in her family, want to pack stuff and leave. But I remembered that she's an orphan, her parents passed away when she was six. I don't know what's the reason..." Juniper heard and said, "I see... And, how about Lady Linnet?" Crimson heard 'Linnet' this word, he was angry and said, "Don't mention this traitor. Don't you remember that what's bad news on her, and almost make Lord Lucifer lose responsibility on Supreme Council?!" Juniper sees Crimson was angry, and he's going to comfort him, "Okay fine, don't be angry. I won't mention her anymore." Crimson, "And you're gonna cook dinner for Lord Lucifer and me. Okay?" Juniper nodded his head and said okay to him. After that, they're taking their stuff and leave Supreme Council with Lucifer.

Time already passed to the night, at Moor Forest.

The dinner only Lucifer, Crimson and Juniper ate. After they finished the dinner, Lucifer went inside the kitchen again and cooked the dinner for Michael and the others. After that, Crimson and Juniper cleaned the inside of the tree house. While Lucifer is sitting at the desk and writing a letter to Michael and the others. After that, Lucifer blows away the light of the candle and leaves the tree house.

Crimson and Juniper follow Lucifer's steps and go to Endless Abyss. Lucifer, Crimson and Juniper look at the "World Tree" and leave the Moor Forest. But there's something that Lucifer doesn't know, he'll face some difficulties and problems, and even the heart of many creatures.

[cuti-romeros]

Carraville + kiss for @well-good-luck-with-that

Thank you for the prompt, hope you enjoy! (Apologies for how long this took, carraville’s beautiful happy giggly mnf yesterday was apparently the kick of inspiration I needed)

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“Good show, yeah?” Jamie says as they settle into the taxi.

He thinks briefly about asking Gary to start a Live, then decides against it. They’ve been just-barely containing themselves in front of cameras all day, all week—let this moment be only for them.

“Yeah, not bad. I’d give it an eight, I think.” Gary doesn’t pull out his phone either, even though they’d both agreed after the prep meeting this morning to do a pre and post show Live to kick off the new season in style. It seems Gary is just as tired as he is.

(It’s less that talking with Gary takes energy out of him, camera or no camera, and much more that resisting the urge to take Gary’s hand or rest his head against his shoulder is much harder when only half his brain is awake to remind him they can’t. Not yet)

Maybe someday they won’t have to pretend.

“Yeah, an eight, because you left all the tech screen stuff to me,” he says, because winding Gary up is as second nature as breathing at this point.

He’s rewarded with a sharp elbow to his side and a mumbled, “Fuck off.” It’s said in the strong, slurred Mancunian that only comes out when Gary’s properly tired, too far gone to waste brainpower on things like enunciation and elocution, and Jamie treasures every word. Gary has a tv voice just as much as he does, and he doesn’t take for granted that he’s one of the few who gets to stick around when it falls away.

“Five out of ten for the show,” Gary says. “Extra three is for getting to see your face when Palace scored first.”

“My face is worth three points, you’re right.”

Another elbow, softer this time. It’s more a caress than a jab.

“It was nice to be back,” Gary admits, looking out the window. The streetlights and neon signs outside paint his face in shades of red and blue, and even in a rumpled black T-shirt with his hair all askew, he’s pretty enough to eat.

Jamie contents himself with reaching his hand across the seat and settling it on top of Gary’s, like they’re blushing schoolchildren fumbling around in a crowded movie theater. It feels that way sometimes.

“Missed the Premier League,” Gary says, but there’s a smile in his voice, and Jamie takes that as an implicit invitation to hold on a little tighter, curling his fingers around Gary’s the way he’s been wanting to do all day. “Thirty years, can you believe it?”

Jamie thinks of Gary’s hand in his own, Gary’s faded United pajama bottoms tucked in a drawer of his wardrobe, Gary’s wheaties in his pantry, Gary’s contact saved with a little heart at the end in his phone—and snorts. “Thinking about a different anniversary, honestly.”

“Oh?”

Gary still won’t look at him, apparently deeply interested in something happening on the deserted streets of central London, so Jamie continues, “Our first MNF was nine years ago to next Friday. But we met a few days before that, do you remember? Some luncheon thing that Sky arranged to get over the painful introductions before we had to start working together.”

“Are you honestly going to tell me it was exactly nine years ago to the day?”

“Are you honestly going to tell me you don’t remember?” Jamie remembers, but then again, he doesn’t forget much. And he’s happy to lose every last bit of his football pub trivia knowledge before he loses the memory of that day, shaking hands with Gary across the table and looking into his eyes and realizing that without the United crest or the usual sneer, he’s actually a startling beautiful man. Jamie remembers, because it’s hard to forget a day that changed your life.

“I remember,” Gary says, very, very quietly, and that’s how Jamie knows he’s telling the truth. “I wanted to punch you, and then I wanted to—well. Not something you forget easily.”

And yeah, Jamie remembers that moment too. Not as well as he’d like, the exact sensations stolen away by time, but he’s had plenty of kisses from Gary in the interim to refresh his memory.

“Happy anniversary, Gaz,” he murmurs under his breath, low and quiet so the taxi driver won’t be able to catch it.

It’s dark enough back here, and they’re turning onto a pretty dimly lit street. Maybe…

“I don’t like the look in your eye. What’re you up to?”

“You’re not even looking at me.”

“Am I wrong?”

“All the time.”

Gary turns away from the window, and finally looks at him. “James.”

Heat pools low in his belly. Even half asleep, Gary only knows one way to look at people—intensely, with a stare that would root lesser men to the spot. Combined with the growl in his voice—Jamie is only human. And a very tired human at that.

He spares one second to think about how everything could crumble down around his ears if the driver picks this particular moment to check his rearview mirror, and then leans forward and steals a kiss. It’s quick and soft, a peck more than anything, but he feels warm from head to toe when he pulls back, their hands still intertwined on the seat between them.

“What was that?” Gary sounds like he’s somewhere between wanting to kill him and wanting to kiss him again, so Jamie figures he’s in the clear.

“Unless we’re remembering nine years ago very differently, there’s only one way to celebrate this anniversary.”

“I remember it going a little differently,” Gary teases, and Jamie has just enough time to think oh are we—

Gary kisses him exactly like he first did then, tongue and teeth and fire, and every other thought disappears from his head. It takes every ounce of concentration Jamie has not to moan into it and give everything away, but he holds himself together, even manages to lift his free hand to cup Gary’s cheek—he couldn’t do that when they first met, but he can now, knowing it won’t be batted away. Sparks dance across his palm, even all these years later, at the feel of Gary’s skin beneath his own.

A bright red glow falls over them, and Jamie tries to pull back. Must be a traffic light.

But Gary holds him there, inches from his face, with nothing but the weight of that piercing gaze. “Happy anniversary, James,” he whispers, so close that Jamie can feel Gary’s breath hit his cheek and all but taste the words on his lips.

Jamie gives Gary just enough time to see that look in his eyes from quite up close, before saying with a smirk, “Did you kiss Scholes with that mouth?”

Back then, he nearly got decked to the floor for that. Today, Gary rolls his eyes with a huff (and it’s fond huff, Jamie can tell), and never even tries to let go of his hand.

They’ve come a long way in nine years. Jamie looks at the sky through the window, and he doesn’t see a shooting star, doesn’t even believe in that sort of thing, but he silently makes a wish for nine more.

[severalsmallhedgehogs]

Orym was born in Zephrah. Spent his whole life there. The Voice of the Tempest was a constant presence—a leader, a teacher, a role model. She was as wise and infallible as the mountains surrounding Zephrah. She visited his class a few times, when he was still of schooling age. She was known to sit in the square and tell stories about her adventures with a group of heroes called Vox Machina. As a child, Orym had loved hearing about Vax’ildan and his handiness with blades. The Tempest always spoke of him with a pain in her eyes that he didn’t understand until later. As he grew, he learned that Vax’ildan was dead and she missed him terribly. Suddenly, he didn’t seem like quite as much of a hero. Orym didn’t want to be dead.

He still liked blades, but he saw value in a shield. He trained, he fought, he protected the Tempest. He stood guard outside the Raven Queen’s temple—at first he thought the Tempest went there to grieve, but one day he heard her cursing through the door and realized that prayer was not what she offered to the goddess of death. He wondered, sometimes, whether she ever cursed Vax’ildan when she stood in that temple.

He trained. He fought. He shared drinks with another guard; a half-elf with kind eyes. He fell in love. He married that man with kind eyes.

He was off-duty when the attack came.

And now Orym is sitting alone on the lip of the fountain. He has not moved since this morning, when he found himself suddenly drained of energy and he sat down for a moment to rest. There are fallen leaves on his shoulders, his knees, in his hair. It’s warm out. It’s been two days since Orym ran to the infirmary and dropped to his knees beside the stretcher. Two days since he pressed his husband's cool hand against his face.

Nobody has approached him while he's been sitting here. Nobody seems to know what to say. Or they don't know. He's aware that he isn't the only one who lost someone in the attack. His captain put him on leave. He wishes she hadn't. He doesn't know what to do.

Although he's looking straight ahead, straight at The Voice of the Tempest as she approaches, he barely registers that she's there until she sits down beside him. He can't think of what to say to her, so he says nothing. Neither does she, for a while. The wind moves through the tree above them, whistling faintly in the leaves. She breathes in, breathes out, and Orym finds himself automatically following her lead. Breathe in… breathe out. Somehow, all he can think is, We’d only been married for seven months. He hasn’t cried, yet. He's not sure how he was breathing until she sat down and showed him how.

“I heard about Will,” she says at last. She does not say she’s proud of Will, that he died valiantly, or that Orym should have no regrets because his husband didn’t. She doesn’t speak for the dead. She doesn’t say that she’s sorry.

She understands. He grew up hearing about Vox Machina. About Vax’ildan. He knows she understands.

He inhales, tries to speak, fails. He tries again. “How…” He was going to ask, How do you live with this? But it sounds accusatory. Asking her about herself, about how she has gone twenty years without her love, is roundabout. Indirect. He turns over the questions in his mind and finds his younger self underneath it, small and afraid of the world.

“Tempest,” he says, and his voice cracks. She looks down at him. “Tell me what to do.”

She exhales again. “I can’t tell you that.”

His fists clench, not with anger but with despair, before she adds, “All I can tell you is what I did.”

“And what’s that?”

She gives a brief, weary laugh. “I cried,” she says. “A lot. I spent time with my family. I went to his grave every day for a while, and then every couple of days, and then every week. By now, it’s every few months." She lets out a sigh from deep in her chest. "I led my people. I did my job. I cried some more. And... I just kept going.”

Orym is silent for a moment. He wishes he would cry. Maybe that would give him some—some kind of release, some kind of closure. He feels as if he’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But there isn’t one. Will is gone. That’s it.

“I can’t tell you how to live,” she says quietly. “Even if I wish I could. I can’t tell you how to honor him, or remember him. I can’t tell you how long to mourn.” Her voice grows quieter still. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be finished.”

He pushes his fingers through his hair and pulls his knees up to his chest. “But this can’t be all there is.” His voice cracks again. "Right? This can't be all there is."

“It’s not,” she tells him. “Eventually, it became part of my life. He wasn’t my everything, as much as it may have felt like it at the time.” And she reaches out and he thinks she’s going to ruffle his hair, like she used to when he was young, but she only rests her hand on his back. “There’s life in us yet, Orym.”

Six years later a tattoo covers his left arm, with the two moons taking the center of his shoulder. He smiles when he talks about him. He blooms flowers to give away. When Will touches his face in his dreams, the pain is secondary to the joy of seeing him again. Sometimes, in battle, Orym feels like he could turn around and there he will be, standing tall and proud as he used to. He let Will go a long time ago, but every time he raises his shield, he can remember the feeling of his husband’s back against his own.

[koqabear]

hit me with your killshot, baby (C.YJ)

Summary:

It was a small, quiet town you had decided to move into. One that you could help with any healing or magical needs. What you didn’t expect, however, was to face a demon too powerful for your own good. The worst part? Seems like he’s gotten attached.

Yeonjun x reader/ demon!yeonjun x witch!reader

Genre: fantasy, enemies to ?? thriller(?), angst if you squint me thinks

Word count: 3.0K

Warnings: general physical fighting/violence, mentions of scars, burns, bones breaking, knives, blood, fire, descriptions of pain (let me know if I should add anything!)

a/n: This might get another part if it gets a good response <3 Writing fantasy is rlly fun for me as well, I’m so glad that this is the story that got me out of my writers block lmao

comments and reblogs are always welcome and much appreciated, hope you guys enjoy! <3

Disclaimer!! Absolutely nothing about this story is accurate or real, anything and everything that mc the witch does is made up!

It was about three in the morning when you got the call.

“Hello?” You said, eyes squinted as you had just been woken up from your sleep. The line remained silent for a moment, leaving you to wonder if this was a scam caller. You spoke again, only to hear hasty footsteps becoming louder, presumably running towards the phone.

“Hello?!” The voice called out, the loud exclamation causing you to jolt awake. “Oh my god, oh my god!” Their exasperated voice rang through your line, and you stood to get properly dressed, already anticipating their request.

“Where do you live?” You asked sharply, grabbing the keys to your car and waiting for their answer. They stuttered out their address, the sounds of the rain coming into your ear. They were now outside.

“Please come quick, this spirit has been bothering me for weeks now, I could have sworn they were harmless-“ they cried into the phone, only to get cut off by your stern command.

“Leave your home. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

They agreed, their voice quiet and shaky, and you hung up, beginning to drive to your new task.

It was no secret your town had a problem with the supernatural. That was the whole reason you lived here.

‘The town witch’ was what they called you. You remember moving to this small town the moment you turned eighteen, the rumors of the paranormal town beckoning you to help. With potions and incantations by your side, you were the best damn thing this place had ever gotten. But that was six years ago, and you were young and naive. The scars and burns that riddled your body only served to prove your progress, marking your place in this town permanently.

You sighed, your grip on your steering wheel weak. You were, after all, the only help these people had. Late night calls like this were beginning to become much too common recently, leading you to wonder if something, or someone, new was beginning to pester this poor town.

You arrived at the house, the thunderstorm only helping to provide a stereotypical atmosphere for you to work in. You got out your car, pulling your coat tightly against your body, the wind around you strong enough to hinder your footsteps.

The two story home before you rattled in protest, the front door swinging open the moment you got close enough. You felt your heart begin to race, beginning to question if this was truly worth it. It seems that whatever had been pestering the homeowner was no small ghost. Walking inside, you were met with the dark and empty home, the hardwood floor beneath you creaking in protest as you carefully walked around, the house seemingly calming the moment you entered.

You breathed in slowly, attempting to steady your mind as you surveyed the house, recalling what the homeowner told you before hanging up. This had been going on for a while, but it seems that it only recently became too much for them. Whatever was in this home really liked the attention.

Before you were able to take another step forward, you were thrown off your feet, slamming into the wall to your left, the many picture frames and decorations falling before you with a loud crash. The door slammed shut, and you covered your head, bracing yourself as you felt the glass shards begin to be directed towards you.

It’s here, and it’s angry.

Just as the chaos around you finally dulled down, you were met with the sight of the trophy shelf in front of you beginning to shake, your eyes widening as you began to run. You muttered a quick incantation to help shield you, the dull sounds of impact that began to pound against your shield only serving to make you run faster.

The hallway in front of you suddenly seemed never-ending, it’s violet wallpaper becoming harder to see the more you ran. Was the house layout always like this? The hallway suddenly ended, leading you to an open room, quickly recognizing it as the living room. The lights suddenly flickered on, disturbing your concentration as you noticed a shadow walk past one of the doorways.

Seemingly knowing you perfectly, the spirit took this small wavering to throw a book in your direction, narrowly missing your face as you ducked to the side, only to get knocked to your knees as you felt a kick to your back, your disturbed concentration causing your spell to be broken.

You turned around in a haste, summoning your shield once more as you unsheathed the knife you had in your coat pockets.

“Show yourself!” You barked out, standing up as you surveyed the room. “I know you’re here.”

Silence.

The howling wind outside stopped, the flickering lights suddenly still at the sound of your voice. You gripped the handle of the knife harder, trying to not let the exhaustion seep into you. The lights began to slowly dim, a lit ember flickering in front of you, only to be followed by many more, swirling into a raging fire directly in front of you. You jumped back at the heat, the familiar sight making you frown in anticipation.

“You look tired,” the voice said, as smooth and elegant as you first remembered it, “Maybe I could fix that.”

Standing in front of you was no other than Yeonjun. Clad in black, his dark eyes stared into yours as he towered over you, his platform boots shining underneath the dull lights, his hair slicked back and pushed away from his face save for a few strands that hung to frame his face.

“Yeonjun.” You said, a feeling of anger stirring inside you the longer you stared at him

“It’s so nice to hear my name come from you again,” he sighed, taking a step toward you, only for you to step back in retaliation.

Yeonjun was none other than the first demon you tried to expel when you first came here. You had fought with every single potion and spell you spent years perfecting, only to leave hospitalized and unsure that he would return. However, as the years passed and no sign of him appeared, you had assumed that you had succeeded in your battle against him, any signs of hauntings or poltergeists disappearing after that day.

“You,” you snapped, everything finally piecing everything together. “You’re behind everything that’s been happening recently, aren’t you?” You took another step back as he began to laugh, throwing his head back as if you had just told him the funniest thing in the world. Slowly, he calmed himself down, his eyes playful as he took his sweet time responding to you.

“Maybe, why?” He said, beginning to walk towards you slowly. You held your ground, concentrating on keeping your shield steady, they grip on your knife tightening. He stopped centimeters away from it, the aura of the shield humming as his clothes grazed the perimeter, shocks emitting on impact.

“I missed you, you know,” He muttered, head leaning towards you teasingly as he stood just far enough to not be blasted away from your shield. “It wasn’t fun hopping from town to town, trying to mess with other witches that resided there. They were just too…”

“Weak.”

You were barely given a moment before the sight of Yeonjun’s bright eyes filled your vision, the feeling of a scorching heat overtaking your senses.

Yeonjun had trapped you in a ring of fire.

A pretty small one, too.

Slightly panicked, you looked around for any place you could escape, the memories of the last time you got so close to Yeonjun warning you to get as far from him as you could, only to find that it was just you and him, trapped in a space that wouldn’t even allow you to shift backwards.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice taunting as he waited for your next move, “Claustrophobic?”

The weapon in your hand began to heat up, your mind working its hardest to form a plan that would work and let you come out alive. You already knew what this fire around you would do; It wasn’t a simple flame, and the scar on your chest that throbbed painfully in this demonic presence was enough proof of that.

The moment you had healed from your first encounter with Yeonjun, you had put all of the knowledge you had acquired from experience and older, more experienced witches into putting a weapon that would help you with violent demonic problems like him. It had taken you weeks of pure isolation and meditation to engrave the correct energy into the weapon, afraid to make any mistake that could lead to something drastic. By the time you were finished putting the last few touches on the weapon, (a protective incation; the words engraving themselves in fine print letter by letter as you poured the last of your energy into it,) you could barely stand, landing yourself at the house of a medic that specialized with witches.

“You’re lucky that you managed to come out of this with just drained energy,” He had told you one day, standing next to your cot and handing you a homemade medicine; its taste was horrendous, but it did the job.

“I’ve dealt with witches, succeeding or not, that had come out in a much worse condition. You’re very powerful, that much I can tell.” He confessed, his face sobering as he remembered why it was that you were there, “Whatever it is that you’re dealing with, I wish you luck.”

And now here you stand, the results of all your hard work and patience vibrating the more you concentrate on defeating the demon in front of you.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try and hurt me with that,” Yeonjun laughed, watching the way your grip tightened the moment he landed his eyes on it, your knuckles turning white with the force, “You know your little knife can’t hurt me, right?”

While it was true that regular knives were nothing more but toys to him, you knew that what you were holding was not a regular knife.

But he didn’t.

You remained silent as you stared at him, quirking a brow to silently challenge him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes at your demeanor.

“Giving me the silent treatment now?” He said, pausing for a moment before looking back at you, “Fine. You think you can hurt me with that little kitchen knife?” With a single movement of his hands, the fire dwindled, going down until it was no more,

“Go ahead. Give it your best shot.”

You suppressed a smile.

Yeonjun was a lot of things. Strong, powerful, smart, hell, he was a bit attractive too.

But above all, he was cocky.

Slowly, and as subtly as you could, you adjusted your stance, your eyes never leaving his, ready to let your shield down to attack him.

“No games?”

His lips quirked up, his hands coming up to his sides to show you his full vulnerability.

“Fair and square. Here, I’ll even let you make the first move.” His pitch black eyes twinkled with his signature playfulness, his thoughts displaying to you loud and clear;

I thought you were smarter than this.

You fought the urge to scoff, and instead surveyed him for a moment, stepping back to give yourself a bit more room. He watched intently, his body language open and relaxed, clearly not threatened by you.

You lunged forward.

Before Yeonjun could move away, you swung your knife towards him, your stomach sinking as you missed your target, his neck, and sliced at his face instead. His head turned to the side, a hiss emitting from him as he turned back to you, the slash on his cheek burning into his skin, going deeper into his face as he began to bleed.

Except that wasn’t blood that came out of his face.

A thin liquid, pure black and mixed with the poison of your blade, trickled down his face. Slowly, he brought up a hand to his cheek, touching tentatively at his wound, observing the black substance that poured out of him, before turning back to you.

“Come on, you little vixen,” he groaned, the nickname that he called you from your first meeting rolling off his tongue smoothly, “Not the face!”

Cocky bastard.

But now that your first move was over, Yeonjun took a minute to crack his neck, the black liquid trailing down to his neck as he slowly rolled his head back, pausing for a second before straightening up, smiling at you sweetly.

“My turn.”

Right as you were going to activate your shield once more, Yeonjun ran to you, landing a solid punch to your stomach, sending you flying to the wall behind you, the wind being knocked out of you on impact as you crumbled to the floor. Looking up, you saw him lunge at you once more, mumbling your incantation for your shield, successfully knocking him back at the last second. Tumbling backward, Yeonjun layed on the floor as you slowly got back up, using the wall behind you as support, the wild and unhinged sound of Yeonjun’s laugh echoing off the walls.

“Oh, my little vixen,” he began, sitting up as he watched you regain your composure. “I missed this. I must admit, you have gotten stronger.” Standing back up slowly, you felt the room slowly heat up. You shifted, knowing what it was that he was about to do next.

“It’s exciting.”

Running towards him, you did your best to avoid the trail of fire that was now after you, ready to swing your knife at him as you got closer. Just as you were close enough to him, you swung towards his neck once more, the predictable movement allowing Yeonjun to step aside, only to get a kick to his chest, successfully knocking him down and allowing you to dive down, the fire that was about to pierce the center of your back flying instead to the wall in front of you, the loud boom barely covering Yeonjun’s scream as you dug your knife into his shoulder.

“Fuck!”

You towered over him, straddling his waist and putting as much weight as you could to keep him down. His hands immediately reached up to clasp over yours, attempting to pull the weapon out, only to have you retaliate by digging it into his skin more, his cursing filling up your ears as he struggled against you.

Your jaw clenched and you felt yourself begin to sweat, the same ring of fire from before beginning to enclose around you slowly with no signs of stopping. Your hands began to burn underneath Yeonjun’s touch, obviously his doing as he seemed to concentrate on attempting to scare you off with the same fire that landed you on the brink of death from your first encounter.

But you refused.

You refused to allow the demon to live any longer, to continue to terrorize innocent and defenseless people in your town, or in this world at all. And now that you had him under your grip, your hands struggling to successfully behead him, you weren’t going to let a little bit of pain scare you away.

Your hands began to numb under the heat of his skin, popping noises emitting from under his iron grip. He was attempting to break your hands, to render them useless, but with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, you pushed on, biting back your own groans of pain and trying to concentrate on your current task, and nothing else.

“Come on my vixen, give it up,” he said, his voice laced with pain and false confidence that he attempted to use in order to make you believe that he remained unaffected. But as your knife inched towards his neck, piercing through his skin and emitting a loud sizzling sound, you knew that it was all a bluff by the way he winced, a low grunt of pain escaping him.

“I really don’t want to hurt you, you know,” he confessed, the ring of fire snapping angrily at your legs, the heat making you want to faint from overexertion. But you continued to push on, much to Yeonjun’s annoyance. “Fine, you asked for it.”

He screwed his eyes shut, the ring of fire slightly calming down, along with his iron grip on your hands. Just as you were about to take this chance and behead him, you felt something coming.

You turned around.

A ball of pitch black fire, resembling a pure void, flew towards you.

It all happened so fast. Throwing you off of him, Yeonjun staggered away from you, watching silently as the void of black washed over you, your screams of agony causing him to look away, the slightest bit of pity washing over him.

This was it, wasn’t it?

You couldn’t move as this void of fire washed over you, a feeling as though every bone in your body was being broken and you were being turned inside out coarsed through your system, your screams ripping through your throat, the wish for death appearing in your heart.

But right as you felt as though you were going to black out, it stopped.

And Yeonjun stood over you.

He watched as you lay there, completely paralyzed with pain. It took a bit before you began to breathe again, your chest barely rising, the air flowing into you causing you pain. Slowly, you opened your eyes, Yeonjun’s face inches from yours, the dark liquid from his wounds dripping onto you.

“I almost feel sorry,” he whispered, his lips grazing yours. You tried to hold on, to finish your job, but the very effort of having to breathe exhausted you beyond belief. Slowly, he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss more of a half hearted apology as he lingered there for a second, his lips still against yours. His mind reeled at the feeling, and he pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he slowly brought his hand down, hesitating before caressing your exhausted face slowly, spreading his own blood on your face.

He grinned.

“I look forward to our next battle.”

And he was gone.

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you collapsed.