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zorinanana · 2 years ago

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Kiss Me in the Dark is another illustrated fanfiction I made a couple months ago. It takes place in the same continuity as Like a Glass Bottle, but it's a completely separate story that doesn't really connect to that one. I also wrote this before Chapter 7 Part 1 or the Sunset Savanna event came out so there's some parts that definitely diverge from canon. There are also spoilers for chapter 6, by the way.

Rating: M (Strong language, suggestive content, A LOT of mentions of suicide and self-harm)

Pairings: Leona/Idia, background Malleyuu

Content Warnings: This story pretty much revolves around suicidal ideation, depression, and self-harm. I am serious, you probably don't want to read it you have a hard time with that stuff.

Word Count: Long as Fuck (~55k words)

<- Previous (Chapters 1-3)

“Did I maybe say you were… cute? Smart? Funny? I could keep going.” With each kind adjective, Idia would jump and then duck his head even further. Like Leona couldn’t tell exactly how happy it made him.

“Stop messing with me! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” Idia whined. “You never said anything like that!”

“I didn’t? Huh, weird.” Leona’s grin faded. He looked down at the other man’s hand in his. Even in this darkness, his keen eyes could make out every little scratch on his fingers. Some of them must have been from building things, but he had a few callouses that seemed like they came from hard plastic controllers. This was the first time Leona had bothered to look that closely, and he was sure that Idia would be mortified if he noticed what he was doing.

But he wanted to. He wanted to memorize every inch. He wanted to know every scratch, every blemish, every long-healed scar, as well as Idia knew them.

Shit, he was in big trouble.

Chapter 4 - The Boundary

Five Years Ago

THUD!

A loud crashing sound rang out through the halls of their unusually quiet school.

Leona kicked the door to the lab open with as much force as he could muster, stomping into the room with all the fury of a mad lion. Somebody yelped, Leona’s gaze snapped in that direction and he saw Idia at one of the desks, shrunk back in terror.

“Damn it. I was hoping more people would be in here so they could see how fucking pissed I am.” Leona grumbled. He trudged over to the break futon and flopped face-first onto it, not even taking his hands out of his pockets.

“FUCK!” He yelled into the furniture, but the futon cushion muffled his voice and made it sound more like “FUDD!”

“V-Vil needed to get something from the botanical garden and Riddle’s researching in the library. Everybody else is eating lunch, I think?”

“I know.” Leona turned his head just enough to address Idia. “I just came from there.”

“…What happened?”

“The oh-so-great prince of Briar Valley happened.”

Idia flinched. He had tried to stay out of the weird little fight triangle that Leona, Yuu and Malleus were currently stuck in. They’d all talked about it before and settled on either “it’s childish” (Vil, Riddle), “it’s entertaining” (Azul, Jamil) or “it’s sad” (Ortho, Kalim). As for Idia, he wasn’t sure where he stood. He liked Yuu and Leona and was kind of casual friends with Malleus, so he was probably the only person willing to look at all their perspectives equally. As far as he could tell, all of them were being stupid.

“Did he say something to you?”

“It’s not what he says, it’s what he does. He thinks I’m gonna… I dunno, sucker-punch Yuu or something? So he keeps getting in between us whenever I try to talk to them. Then I tell him to back the fuck off, and Yuu gets mad at me for it. What the hell is their problem?!”

Idia tried not to sigh and tip off Leona to how exasperating this was. But it was no use.

“What’s that look for?” Leona growled from the futon. “Let me guess, you think they’re in the right, too?”

A while back, Idia would’ve cowered away from this conversation. But now that he was familiar with Leona’s modus operandi, he felt a lot more comfortable saying what he really thought. “It doesn’t have to be that black and white, Leona. You’ve all got good points.”

“What ‘good points’ could they possibly have?” Leona snapped. He lifted himself up on his elbows and twisted towards Idia. “I always knew he was a dangerous goddamn lunatic, and all he did was prove it. But Yuu’s too thirsty for his dragon dick to see that, and they’re gonna get hurt.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that as much as you think you do.” Idia shook his head. “Malleus is a weirdo but I’m pretty sure he’d never hurt Yuu. Or any of us. Not even you.”

“So you are on their side.” Leona growled.

“I’m not on anyone’s side! They’re being stupid, too. I’m honestly just impressed that the three oldest people here can be so toxic in the chat…” Fed up, Idia turned back to the component he had been trying to put together all day.

“I’m not toxic.” Leona flopped back onto the futon, all out of rage-energy.

“Right now your typing is pure Poison, Leona.” This was just exhausting, so Idia figured that if he rambled about nerd stuff a little then Leona would tune it out and go back to ignoring him. “But Malleus is probably electric/fire so you should be equally matched if it comes down to it.”

“If anything, I’m ground-type, so I’d be 4 times effective...” Leona mumbled into the futon. Startled, Idia stared at him until he spoke up again. “Cheka plays those games. He doesn’t know how to read yet so I help him sometimes.”

“Aww, cute.” Idia said without really thinking. Leona frowned at him and then stood, striding over to the desk.

“I’m not cute, either.” He huffed, pulling out a stool across from Idia. He grabbed another unfinished part and some of their tools and started working, pouring some of his leftover angry energy into something productive. It was probably good for him to do that, instead of falling asleep and stewing in it. Leona would never admit it, though.

“Well, you should at least try to make up with them before you kill yourself.” Idia said, casually.

“Duh. I’m not gonna do that ‘the last time I talked to him we had a big fight’ thing to them. I’m not that much of an asshole.” Leona picked up a piece of circuitry and held it up to the light to inspect it a little closer. “Not sure why they would bother being upset about it in the first place. I’d just be putting myself out of their misery.”

“They’ll probably have a big funeral for us.” Idia mused.

“They shouldn’t, it’s a waste. We’re just gonna disappear, who cares about some dumb little corpse party.” Leona grumbled.

“I think it’s more for them than for us. Y’know, like a… processing grief thing.”

Leona noticed that Idia’s hands hadn’t been moving for a while. When he looked up, he saw the other boy staring at the table. Leona could tell he wasn’t seeing a plasticky surface and scattered mechanical pieces right now, though. He was seeing something far-off, deep and dark.

“We didn’t even have a funeral when Ortho died.” Idia said, his voice little more than a whisper. “Maybe I would’ve been able to say goodbye if we had. Maybe I wouldn’t have turned into… This.”

“No point in worrying about ‘maybes’.” Leona said.

“If I go before you, will you go to my funeral?”

Leona really locked eyes with him for the first time since they’d started this conversation. Idia was watching him seriously; he wasn’t going to look away until he got an answer.

“Sure, why not.” Leona replied with a shrug. “You don’t gotta give me an invitation to it like a birthday party, though.”

He was shocked when Idia smiled at him.

“Good, I’m glad.”

---

Present

“…My dad is trying to call me.” Idia said, staring at his phone in the passenger’s seat.

Leona’s eyebrows shot up. It made sense, honestly. Idia had been gone for about a week and a half now, it was probably just starting to sink in that he wasn’t bluffing about leaving.

“Block him.”

“I can’t block him.” Idia was biting his lip, looking more upset than Leona had seen in days. “What if something happened to him or my mom?”

Leona wanted to snap that they’d deserve it, but he stopped himself. Idia might still love these people, after all.

“You know it’s not gonna be that. They’re just gonna give you shit.” And you’ll end up sitting down and taking it because they’ve trained you to have no self-esteem.

“You’re right.” Idia said, “But I still feel like I need to.”

Well, if he couldn’t stop Idia, he could at least give him some privacy. “…I’ll stop at the next rest area, you can call him while I go have a smoke.”

“Thanks.” Idia mumbled, but he looked like he was about to cry.

The rest area was perched on the side of a mountain. It looked quite picturesque in the reds and yellows of fall. Leona would probably have been impressed with the view, if he wasn’t so worried. He grabbed a few snacks from the vending machine and then found a spot out of the way to smoke. He took a seat at one of the picnic tables, staring out into the distance. He figured he’d head back in 10 minutes and see if Idia was done.

The parking lot was nearly empty, aside from a couple of minivans full of vacationing families. One person was taking their little yappy dog out to pee.

A woman caught his attention, near the stone and metal railing that blocked off the cliff on the other side. She was dressed in semi-formal clothes and carrying a small bouquet of red flowers. Looking out over the railing, she set the bouquet at the base of it.

He wondered what her story was. She stood there for a few more minutes, her long ponytail blowing in the breeze. Then she walked back to the parking lot, and Leona watched her get into a little silver car and drive away.

He knew he was being nosy, but, well, they were in a public place. He stood up from the picnic table and sidled up to the railing. As he got closer, he noticed an engraving that hadn’t been visible from back at the picnic tables. Eventually, he was able to read what it said:

In Loving Memory of Leonard Greene

19XX-20XX

Always In Our Hearts

A memorial plaque by a cliff, hundreds of feet from the road. It wasn’t hard to figure out what had happened here. And there must have been witnesses, if they knew exactly where it was.

Leona wondered what that woman’s relationship with this person had been. He’d be in his 60’s now, if he were still alive, and she looked like she was in her late 20’s. So maybe a daughter, or a niece? A stepchild? A student? A close family friend?

It felt like an invasion of privacy, even though he was just speculating.

If someone saw Yuu or Idia putting flowers on my grave, what would they think we were? He thought. Friends, obviously, it was the logical conclusion to make about unrelated people around the same age.

But he hoped at least some of them would see Idia and think “Oh, that was the person he loved”.

The longer he looked at the plaque and the flowers, the sicker he felt. He didn’t really want to finish this cigarette anymore, but he wasn’t about to throw it in the grass. So he trudged back to the parking lot, leaving Leonard’s memorial behind.

---

As Leona rounded the back of the van, he was surprised to see Idia crouched in the parking lot, his drooping head supported by his crossed arms. He was still holding his phone in one hand.

“Shit, are you okay?!” Leona rushed over to him, crouching beside him and shaking his shoulder.

Suddenly, Idia stood bolt upright, his hair flared red and he threw his phone as hard as he could.

“FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

Leona’s jaw dropped. Idia stood there, panting with rage, for a few seconds before it dawned on him what he’d done.

“Shit shit shit!” He ran to grab his phone, luckily he had chucked it in the soft grass next to the parking lot and not the asphalt. It looked fine when he picked it up, just dirty and grassy.

Leona managed to pick his jaw back up. A chuckle started to bubble out of the pit of his stomach. Soon he was full-on laughing, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop himself from crying. Idia frowned at him and returned to the side of the RV, bopping him lightly with the flat side of his phone.

“Well, I’m glad one of us found that funny.”

“I’ve never seen you so pissed before!” Leona gasped out in between belly laughs. “I saw you sitting there and thought you were crying or something!”

“I probably will be later.” Idia grumbled. “Why’d I have to roll F-tier parents like that…”

“Shit. Sorry, I’m sorry.” Leona tried to breathe, but it was taking him a second. He hadn’t laughed that hard in ages. “What did he say?”

“The usual passive-aggressive bullshit.” Ida sighed. “Trying to guilt-trip me because they ‘raised’ me,” He held his fingers up in air quotes for that one, “and being vaguely threatening. He said I would never be able to ‘keep up my lifestyle’ like this, and it’s like… Are they talking about some secret third son who I don’t know about? Do they think I’m driving around in luxury cars and wearing expensive brand stuff? I’ve been eating instant ramen because I like it for over 10 years, I think I can adjust.”

Leona stood back up, shaking his head in disbelief. Idia glanced down at the cigarette he was still holding. Leona raised an eyebrow, then held it out to him.

“Wanna give it a try? Might calm you down.”

“Fuck it, why not.” Idia took it and brought it up to his lips. Leona’s heart quickened and time seemed to slow. A jolt of electricity raced down his spine, all the way out to the tip of his tail.

Fuck he looked really hot like that.

But that feeling passed almost before he could process it. About the same time Idia started coughing, dropping the cigarette on the asphalt. Leona’s eyes widened, he reached out to give him a few firm pats on the back.

“Yeah, you, uh, don’t smoke that the same way you smoke weed.”

“Gee, thanks for the heads up.” Idia gasped out in between coughs. “I’m never doing that again.”

“Probably for the best, yeah.” Leona said, stepping on what was left of the cigarette to snuff it out.

“I wish I still had some of it left.” Idia let out a couple smaller coughs, then he seemed to be fine. “Now I’m just gonna be mad about my asshole dad until I start feeling sad and guilty again.”

“You shouldn’t feel guilty. They’re the assholes here, not you.”

“It’s not that easy, sometimes.” Idia sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets and leaning against the RV. “…You know, every time this happens, I always end up thinking… About all the good things they did do for me. The few good times we had together. And then I keep thinking ‘am I really just overreacting? Maybe I’m a selfish, shitty kid?’”

“You’re not selfish for having basic fucking boundaries, Idia.” Leona took up a post leaning beside him. “They want you to think about the good times because it makes it easier for them to take advantage of you.”

“I know that, when I think about it objectively. But I guess I need a reminder sometimes.” Idia turned his head to smile at him. “Thanks for that, Leona.”

“No problem.” Leona mumbled back.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and grab a soda. I’ll be back in a bit.” Idia said, straightening up. Leona nodded as he passed and walked back inside the van.

Leona didn’t like being alone with his thoughts, lately. It felt… wrong. Like he was missing something. But when he glanced at the passenger seat and saw all of Idia’s crap spread out on and next to it, he felt his mouth tug into a little smile.

But then, just a couple feet to the left, there was his seat. And the box, barely visible in the dark compartment underneath. It had been getting harder and harder to look at it.

The edge of the overlook was right there, less than 20 feet from the front of the van. Just past it the ground dropped into a deep valley, into a place nearly untouched by civilization. A place that Leonard had thought would make a good final resting place.

And there was the box, still locked, still “empty”. He could just bend down and pick it up. Carry it right out the door and over to the railing, wind up and throw it as hard as he could.

He thought about that, and a minute passed. Then another minute. Then 3 more minutes.

Then Idia climbed back into the van, and he missed his chance.

“What’s up?” Idia asked, when he saw Leona still just standing there.

Leona shook his head. “It’s nothing. Come on, let’s go.”

---

eel wrangler: Good evening, Leona.

Leona: wtf do u want

eel wrangler: So much hostility right out of the gate.

What did I ever do to deserve that?

Leona: u want a list

eel wrangler: Now, now. I’m aware that you and I have never been on particularly good terms.

But we’re both adults. Surely we’re capable of at least speaking civilly with each other.

Leona: i dont care about ur restaurant that’s probly a $$$ laundering front

u wont get anything out of sucking up to me

but ill introduce u 2 my bro if u cut out this sycophant shit

eel wrangler: Oh thank god.

I was worried I’d have to keep that up for this whole conversation.

Fuck you, by the way.

Leona: fuck u 2

eel wrangler: I really just wanted to ask about Idia.

I’ve talked to him since it all went down, but you know how he is.

He never wants to admit it when he needs help.

Leona: y would u care about that

he aint rich anymore

eel wrangler: Wow.

You really have THAT low of an opinion of me.

He happens to be a genuine friend of mine, you know.

Leona: ye right

eel wrangler: Whatever, I’m not going to go out of my way to convince you.

But you should know that things were bad between him and his parents for quite a while before this.

Leona: wow no shit

never woulda guessed

eel wrangler: I don’t mean in the normal way.

They didn’t like that he was finally standing up to them.

So they took out everything in the emotionally abusive parent toolkit.

The silent treatment, bad faith criticism, passive-aggression, gaslighting. It was pretty bad.

Leona: shit

he mentioned some stuff like that

but he didnt go into detail

eel wrangler: Him taking that job was just the final straw.

I have some experience with this from when Riddle left his mother’s house.

It was objectively better for him, but it was still difficult for him to deal with.

He took a while to accept that he was safer with us than he was with her.

Leona: so what does that have to do with me

eel wrangler: I can’t be there with him. I’m too busy with the restaurant and getting ready for next semester, and it takes too damn long to get approval for a shapeshifting potion.

So right now you’re the closest friend he has.

Leona: well he’s doin fuckin fantastic

better than me tbh

if he stops bein fantastic then ill look after him, k

is tht wat u want to hear

eel wrangler: I don’t expect you to babysit him. He’s a grown man.

I’d just appreciate it if you kept me up to date.

If things go bad, there are other ways to get my hands on a shapeshifting potion.

But I’d prefer not to risk it; I don’t want to screw up the brewing process and drown myself.

Leona: just ask vil

eel wrangler: Yes, I’ll just ask international celebrity Vil Schoenheit to drop everything and brew me up an illegal shapeshifting potion that might kill me or leave me a disfigured mutant for the rest of my life.

You really are a genius, Leona.

Leona: but u just said idia was ur bestest buddy

ur brother from another puffer

eel wrangler: I’m not going to risk my life just because a friend of mine might be a little sad.

Leona: damn u can rly just admit that huh

thas cold

eel wrangler: Oh, spare me the lecture.

I do care about Idia. But it’s only natural to look out for yourself first.

I would’ve thought you’d agree with me on that.

Leona: well i hate myself so

cant imagine

eel wrangler: By the sea witch’s bountiful bosom.

Leona Kingscholar… CARES about OTHER PEOPLE more than himself?

What a shock. I’ve never been more shocked.

Leona: stfu

and never say that weird bosom shit again

eel wrangler: That actually makes a lot of sense.

You like to pretend that you’re a tough, scary loner.

Or a “tsundere”, as Idia would no doubt say.

Yet lions are known for forming close bonds with their pride.

Leona: and octopuses r known for being delicious

i suddenly have a craving for calamari

eel wrangler: That’s squid, you idiot.

Leona: same thing

eel wrangler: Wow. WOW.

I don’t know why I ever try to talk to you.

Leona: that makes 2 of us

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Chapter 5 - Sky

Five Years Ago

Well, this was a surprise.

Idia hadn’t noticed him yet. He was too busy staring out into the cloudy night, perched on the edge of the roof. The air up here felt wet, it seemed like it would start drizzling at any moment.

“…Hey.” Leona said, all the way back by the maintenance hatch he’d just crawled out of. He hadn’t meant to startle Idia, but the skittish boy yelped anyway.

“L-Leona?” He questioned, twisting to look at him. “What are you doing up here?”

Leona shrugged. “Needed some air.”

They had been working in the lab for a few weeks now, and the deadline was starting to get to them. They didn’t have much time before the end of the year. Leona had pulled all-nighters with everyone by now-Riddle, Vil, Azul and Jamil. Even Malleus and Yuu, though they still weren’t speaking to him. Not that he wanted to speak to Malleus, of course, but he’d accepted by now that he was a package deal with Yuu.

Idia was the person he’d spent the most time with by far, though. He’d been annoyed by it at first, but now things felt weirdly natural between them. He didn’t have to pretend to be lazy and stupid around Idia.

“Oh.” Idia said. “Yeah, same.”

Leona strode up to him and took a seat beside him, dangling one leg over the ledge and crossing the other underneath himself. He followed Idia’s gaze to the ruined building across from them, still a burnt-out shell of its former self. It felt weird, seeing their campus this empty and torn apart. Most of the students had returned home when classes were cancelled.

But the 7 of them and a handful of close friends had stayed. For Yuu. He knew most of their parents wanted them to come back, including his own. But they had to understand that this was more important.

He hadn’t come up here for any reason. Maybe he just wanted to think about the concrete walkway directly below them, lined with fruitless apple trees.

“Hey,” Leona began, “You ever thought of jumpin’ off this thing?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Idia staring at him with wide eyes.

“What the fuck, Leona?”

“I’m just talkin’ to myself.” He said. He couldn’t look directly at Idia, though.

The other boy slowly deflated next to him, staring at the edge where their legs were dangling.

“…There’s a chance I might survive from this height.” Idia answered. “So no.”

“Good point.”

He’d seen it, back on the Island of Woe. Idia had felt the weight of it, and he’d been carrying it alone, too.

“Have you?”

“Nah. I don’t like the idea of blunt force trauma.” Leona replied. “I’d rather just fall asleep. Take a bottle full of pills.”

“Overdosing isn’t a nice way to go, either. And it’s unreliable. Sometimes you end up throwing it all up and surviving.” Idia sighed. “You’d probably like carbon monoxide poisoning better. It’s like going to sleep and never waking up.”

“I’d need a car for that.”

“No, you don’t. You just need an enclosed space and some coal or something to…”

Idia trailed off, and then started giggling. “Heh. Heheh. Hahaha!”

Leona turned, making eye contact with him for the first time.

“Pfffthahaha! Why are we talking about this?”

“Dunno.” Leona shrugged.

“I didn’t know that you…” Idia stopped and thought for a second, eventually letting out a sigh. “No, I figured you were like that too. It’s pretty obvious, honestly.”

“Really? I thought I was hiding it soooooooo well.” Leona lay on his back, staring up at the sky. A single raindrop landed on his cheek. He kicked his hanging feet idly. One of his sandals was loose, and he let it slip off his foot and drop. He’d just go down and get it later.

“How can you stand it? People act so weird when they find out.” Idia asked.

“Most people think I’m just lazy, I guess.”

Neither of them spoke after that. The wind picked up, whistling through the creaking towers built into the roof. Leona watched Idia’s hair flicker and dance in the breeze.

“What is it that’s keepin’ you alive, radish sprout?”

“You know what it is.” Idia drew his knees up to his chest. “It’s Ortho. I don’t want to do that to him. He’s already suffered enough, because of me.”

They both knew Ortho didn’t need it. He would miss Idia, definitely. But he was strong enough to get through it. Idia had built him that way, after all.

“Huh. That’s better than my reason.”

“What’s your reason?”

“Too much effort.”

“You’re lying.” Idia leaned over him, his mouth set in an unamused line. “I know you are.”

“You a mind reader now?” Leona tried to keep a straight face. Unreadable. Invulnerable.

“When it gets really bad,” Idia said, “Does somebody’s face show up in your head?”

Yuu. Cheka. Ruggie. “No.” Jack. Epel. Vil. Kalim. Jamil. Grim. Falena. Mom and dad. Me, when I was 12 and didn’t hate myself yet. When I still thought I had a future.

“Uh-huh.” Idia stood up, brushing the dirt off the back of his pants. “You keep telling yourself that.”

The other boy walked out of his sight. After a few seconds, he heard the maintenance hatch open and close with a metallic “thunk”.

“…Fuck.”

And now there was another face in his head.

---

Present

The Shaftlands were way too big and way too empty. Leona and Ruggie had spent most of this stretch of the trip complaining about how crappy it was, nothing but corn and weird billboards as far as the eye could see. Farther north, where he knew Vil lived, they at least had scenic mountain views and cute little valley towns to drive through. The most exciting thing that had happened to them so far was watching a teenager get mad at a gas station cashier for not selling her a six pack of beer.

That was probably why Idia looked so bored. He had retreated into his hoodie, hood up and legs pulled into it like a little tent, only his arms out so they could hold his game console way too close to his face.

But Leona could remember one place that was worth stopping for. As the sun began to set, he turned the RV onto a dirt road, surprising Idia when the ride suddenly turned bumpy.

“Huh?!” He exclaimed, fumbling with his game console and then clutching it close so he wouldn’t drop it. “Where are we?”

“I’ve got a place I wanna show ya. Me n’ Ruggie stopped there during our trip.” Leona explained.

“Now? It’s like, 6 PM.”

“Yeah, that’s the point. We’re camping out tonight.”

Idia’s face went pale. Leona couldn’t help but laugh.

It wasn’t like they’d be sleeping rough. The tent and sleeping bags were still in a storage compartment where he and Ruggie had left them after their trip. They had probably camped out like this more often than sleeping in hotels, or even in the RV itself.

“You’re not gonna make me run or work out or do some dumb little collect-a-thon, are you?” Idia grumbled. He still helped Leona set up anyway, putting the tent up with a surprising amount of ease and speed.

“Do I look like Coach Vargas to you?”

“Eugh, please, don’t remind me of that guy.”

Idia stopped to really look around for the first time. They’d somehow found a small lot of earth unclaimed by corn, instead covered in barren, rocky soil. The farmers around here probably didn’t want to bother with it.

It was still hot enough out that Idia had taken his hoodie off and tied it around his waist. Leona noticed the v-neck he was wearing and found it… distracting. Partially because of the anime girl printed on the front of it, but mostly because of how it clung to his body and revealed just a glimpse of his collarbone. Idia had apparently developed a sense of style in college.

“You think they’ve got enough corn out here?” Idia asked.

“I’ve heard they wait for it to dry out and then set it on fire to get massive fields of popcorn.” Leona said, piling sticks and kindling into an ashy circle that was already there. Idia laughed.

“Are we even allowed to be here?”

“It’s a real campsite. I think. The fire pit and log benches were here when we first came.”

“You think, huh?” Idia sat down on one of the log benches anyway, crossing his long legs at the ankles. “So what did you want to show me?”

“We gotta wait for a bit.” Leona replied. He tossed some larger sticks into the slowly growing fire, then took a seat next to Idia. “You wanna roast some hot dogs on sticks like in a cheesy movie?”

“Sounds good to me.”

---

Meg: Well, you know how men are.

They think “no” means “yes” and “get lost�� means “take me, I’m yours”.

“I like this girl.” Leona chuckled. Idia didn’t seemed bothered at all by him leaning over his shoulder to look at his handheld console. Maybe they had just gotten more physically comfortable with each other over the past few days. “You sure she’s the same one, though? She’s wearing a different outfit than the keychain.”

“They redid a bunch of the art for this port.” Idia explained. His hands were a blur as the game transitioned back into the shooting sections. “People have mixed opinions on it. I think the new portraits are nice, but there’s something about the original pixel art that has so much more charm. Some people act like the new art personally came to their house and killed their dog, though.”

“Damn, people get that crazy over something like that?”

“You should see how they get over shipping. People will go to war over who gets to smooch the hero, Meg or the final boss.”

“…Isn’t the final boss his uncle or something?”

“Do you really think that stops horny people.” Idia raised an eyebrow at him.

“There’s a whole damn world here that I’ve never even heard of.” Leona whistled. “I can see why you’d get so sucked into it.”

“It wouldn’t be nearly as fun without the community.” Idia said, grinning. “The original game has a lot of detailed world-building, so the fanartists and fanfiction authors have plenty to work with. It’s fun to play around with parts of the backstory that weren’t really expanded upon. Ooh, like the space nymphs, they only show up early on as like a one-off thing, but they have this really interesting culture that the original concept artist went into once on her blog-”

Leona didn’t really know what he was talking about anymore, but he put his chin in his hand and watched his glowing face with nothing but warmth in his heart. This game had never seemed all that special to him before, but it was special to Idia, and that was nice. It was nice seeing him just be happy about something.

He could sit and listen to this nonsense all night, but a loud crackle from their campfire reminded him of where they were, and he had to tear his gaze away from Idia for just a second.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt, but…” Leona said, nudging Idia with his elbow. “You noticed yet? Look up.”

Idia paused his game and lifted his head, and Leona studied his face carefully. His eyes widened and a big smile stretched across his face. “Wow. It’s beautiful.”

The night sky above them was inky black and immaculate, a gorgeous spread of stars visible thanks to the lack of light pollution. The flat terrain around them created the illusion that they were under a vast, starry dome together.

“Imagine piloting a spaceship through all that.” Idia said.

“Betcha don’t get to see a sky like this on the Island of Woe.” Leona kicked back on the log bench and leaned back on his hands to get a better view. It was so much easier to breathe, out here.

“Yeah. It’s too bright there.” Idia mused. “…I missed out on a lot of stuff, when I was there.”

“You can see them pretty well from the Savanna.” Leona said. “At least from the palace. It’s so old, most of the lighting still comes from torches and braziers and they snuff them out at midnight. Unless there’s a party or something going on.”

“Can I visit you there?” Idia asked.

“Of course you can. Why would you think you can’t?” Leona blinked at him, confused.

“I’m technically a commoner now. I thought your guards might toss me out. They might think I’m a legendary hero come to slay the demon king.”

Leona smirked at the mental image of his brother as a “demon king”. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve had plenty of friends visit before.”

“Okay, then I will!” Idia gazed out into the distance, idly plucking at the fibers of the blanket in his lap. “Heh. Kind of hard to believe it…”

“Believe what?��

“That it’s so easy to just make plans. With friends.” He ducked his head down, too shy to expose his face to all this open air. “I never would’ve dreamed of that when I was 18.”

“You made friends in college, right?”

“A few. I ended up seeing Ortho’s friends pretty often, too.” Idia answered. “But I was never a social butterfly, if you can believe it.”

“Tell me about the ones you do have, then.” Leona said, leaning forward.

“Y-You don’t really want to know about that. They’re just strangers to you.”

“I want to know.” Leona said. I want to know everything I missed out on in your life. I want to know what it was that made you so strong.

Idia opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to think of what to say.

“…M-Maybe later. I’d rather focus on the friend I’ve got right here.”

Leona stared at Idia, watching the color of his face shift as he thought about what had just come out of his mouth.

“I-I just mean! If we’re still friends!” He blurted out, turning to Leona with a frantic look in his eyes. “We are still friends, right? I don’t want to just assume we are if you’re not…”

“Idia, do you think I would be lugging your ass across multiple borders if we weren’t friends?” Leona replied. It was kind of a rough answer, but he tried to reassure him with a smile, too.

“…I guess you wouldn’t.” Sheepish, Idia returned to fiddling with his blanket. “It’s just… I know I overstep, sometimes. You can tell me if it’s annoying.”

“You’re not annoying.” Leona frowned. Idia was clearly doing a lot better these days, but it made sense that those insecurities would still bubble up sometimes.

“…Thanks. That’s good to know.” With a small sigh of relief, Idia returned to his game to save his progress and put it away.

They looked at the stars for a while longer, a comfortable silence settling over them. At least, that was what they tried to do. Both kept trying to sneak glances at each other, occasionally making eye contact by accident and forcing themselves to look away in a flash.

Leona’s heartbeat was painfully quick. He felt like a lovestruck teenager again, on an awkward first date where neither of them could make the first move. Maybe, this… Kind of was one?

He shook his head. No, that didn’t make any sense. They were adults. They were both adults. If he wanted Idia, and Idia wanted him, what was wrong with them admitting it? They basically had already, with all the flirting they were doing.

So Leona made up his mind. Tentatively, he reached for Idia’s hand.

Only for Idia to pull away at the last second.

Leona looked at his face and got a shock. Eyes wide and body rigid, Idia was clutching the arm he had tried to touch to his chest, shaking just enough that Leona could see it.

“Um.” Idia squeaked out.

“…Idia.” Leona said. “Do you not-”

Idia interrupted him with a wild shake of his head. “I-it’s not that! It’s something else. I just don’t want you to…”

Idia trailed off. His hand was squeezing the wrist of the other, the fabric of his sleeve bunching up.

…Leona was pretty sure that he knew what was up, now, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Idia started shaking his head again.

“Don’t look at me like that. Forget about this.”

“I can’t just forget-”

“Please just forget it.”

“Idia.” Leona said, keeping his voice soft and quiet. “Let me see it.”

“No.” Idia switched from fear to anger all of sudden and glared at him, surprisingly resistant. He clutched his arm even tighter to his chest. Figures that this was the one thing he’d be so stubborn about. Leona sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his shoulders slumping in exhaustion.

“Idia. Please. I’m not gonna say anything mean or whatever it is you’re worried about. You know I wouldn’t do that.”

Idia considered it for a moment.

Gradually, he loosened his hold on his wrist and let his arm unfold in Leona’s direction. The beastman took his wrist, gently, until it laid out before him. He pulled the hem of his sleeve back.

The scars stood out, bright white against his already pale skin. Leona traced his thumb along one. There weren’t as many as he thought there would be, thankfully, and they all seemed pretty old.

“I haven’t done it in years.” Idia mumbled, just so they weren’t sitting there in silence. “After S.T.Y.X., I felt like doing it less and less. And eventually I just… didn’t anymore.”

“…That’s good.” Leona said. He wasn’t sure what else to say. It was good that he had stopped.

But he shouldn’t have needed to do it in the first place.

Leona poured over every memory he had of school, trying to think of a single time that he had seen Idia wearing short sleeves. He couldn’t come up with anything. There was the Starsending, but nobody had gotten very close to the performers, and Ortho must have edited the pictures to hide it.

He should have noticed, really. He should have expected it, considering what they were.

But Leona had never been interested in hurting himself. He just wanted to die, as quickly and painlessly as he could. Idia must have been different, though. More different than Leona thought.

“Do you remember that night you found me on the roof of the school? A little before the end of junior year?” Idia asked. He looked up again, like the stars were a deity that he could pray to for strength. When Leona looked at him, his tranquil face was framed by the gentle light of his hair.

Of course Leona remembered. The roof wasn’t normally accessible to students, but he had stumbled upon a hatch in a maintenance closet while skipping class one day. Leona liked napping up there sometimes, but he’d had no idea that Idia knew about it until they bumped into each other that night.

“Not really.”

“You asked me if I was planning on jumping.” Idia continued, “And then we talked about all the different ways we’ve thought of killing ourselves.”

“Ugh, I was so fucking edgy.” Leona grimaced, but Idia just laughed. It almost reassured him, hearing that laugh. At least he hadn’t scared Idia too badly.

“Ha! Yeah, but… I kind of needed that. To make a big joke out of it with someone who understood.”

Idia’s arm slid out of his grasp, until their hands were lined up. He flipped his around, so the tips of their fingers were gently resting on each other’s palms. The atmosphere around them felt a little lighter, now. “It made me think about… I dunno, how silly all of it was. Like ‘oh, this is dumb, I could be thinking about the next patch of my favorite MMO instead’.”

“I was bullshitting the whole time, Idia. I can’t believe that actually helped.” Leona chuckled. It was an obvious lie. That night was probably what changed everything.

“To you it was bullshit. But it meant a lot to me. A lot of things you said… m-meant a lot to… Actuallynevermind.”

Suddenly embarrassed, Idia’s hair turned bright pink and he had to look away.

“Hm…? What was that?” Leona grinned, leaning into Idia’s space. Oh, he just made it too easy. “What things could you possibly mean?”

Idia covered his face with his free hand, but it wasn’t enough to cover his embarrassed smile. “N-nothing! Just forget I said anything!”

“Stop messing with me! You’re gonna give me a heart attack!” Idia whined. “You never said anything like that!”

But he wanted to. He wanted to memorize every inch. He wanted to know every scratch, every blemish, every long-healed scar, as well as Idia knew them.

Shit, he was in big trouble.

“…I should’ve said it.” He said, his voice feeling far too loud in the silent night. “I should’ve said a lot of things to you.”

Idia’s head shot up, his face finally uncovered. Leona studied his expression, a mix of embarrassment, terror, and joy. He probably didn’t realize how easy he was to read right now.

Idia’s mouth opened and closed a few times. He bit his lip before finally deciding what to say.

“…You’re too nice to me, Leona.”

“No, I’m not. I’m exactly as nice as you deserve, ya dork.”

Idia had to look away from him. He was obviously overwhelmed again, so Leona just smiled to himself and put Idia’s hand back down on his lap. He stood, stretching up to the sky.

But he could feel Idia staring at his back. It made his skin prickle with anxiety.

“What?”

“…Leona.” Idia began, choosing his words carefully. “Do you still want to die?”

“No.” He lied, reflexively.

The way Idia looked at him after that made his body coil into a spring, ready to sprint into this darkness and disappear forever.

He could tell, from the sharpness in those golden eyes, that he knew. He knew, and it was the most terrifying thing Leona had ever experienced. He suddenly knew what it was like to be prey stared down by a predator.

No. No, that wasn’t it. Leona wasn’t prey. He was a scared, injured kitten, and the “predator” staring him down was just a person trying desperately to save him despite how much he snarled and spit and fought and continued to hurt himself.

But he didn’t want to be saved. Not if it meant admitting that weakness.

“…I don’t believe you.” Idia said, finally.

Leona shrugged. “You don’t believe anything I say.”

His heart sank as soon as he said it. As soon as Idia looked away. A dying ember within their campfire popped, and distantly, the corn rustled as an animal ran through it.

Idia took a deep breath and stood up.

“We should probably go to bed.” He said.

“Okay.”

“Good night, Leona.”

“Night.”

“I’ll see you in the morning.”

Idia didn’t move, waiting for something. After a long minute of silence, Leona gave him what he wanted.

“…Yeah. You will.”

Idia smiled at him, and he knew he had made the right decision. At least for tonight.

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Idia had watched Leona sleep plenty of times. All of their friends had, it was kind of his “thing”. But something about tonight, as Idia lay in that dark tent beside him, was different.

He felt that if he looked away, even for just a second, Leona would disappear.

At least part of that was his anxiety, Idia knew it wasn’t that dire in this exact moment. It was still worth worrying about. Leona was worth worrying about. He had worried about Idia, after all.

No… It wasn’t that. This wasn’t a transactional relationship where they just constantly paid each other back. Idia just… liked Leona. He liked Leona’s jokes, and his brilliant ideas, and the soft way he smiled when he thought no one was paying attention to him.

Idia loved seeing those things, and he wanted so badly for other people to see them. Even his introvert self was willing to climb to the top of the school roof and yell for hours about every single one of Leona’s good qualities, if that was what it took.

So the thought of Leona not wanting to be here, not wanting to exist anymore, made his heart feel like it was being crushed in a fist. It had been such a comfort when they were both younger, but now…

Now it actually felt real. Like Leona really could do it, and he was even willing to leave Idia behind.

He would probably sound like a flake to his younger self, but Idia didn’t care. He didn’t want to die anymore. Things had changed. He wanted them to change for Leona, too.

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Leona: hey just outta curiosity

how did u and the lizard get together anyway

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): bruh what

What’s your game, mister???

Leona: just answer the question yuu

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): honestly it just kinda happened

we had this weird flirty thing going on for awhile

he wouldn’t tell me his name and I had to pretend I didn’t know exactly who he was and he had to pretend like he didn’t know I knew

so I made up the dumbest nickname I could and every time I said it he had to stop himself from cracking up

it was so funny

Leona: ok so ur both lunatics, got it

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): shut up im not done!!

It was fun actually

Made it feel like a secret torrid affair when we were really just sad outcasts hanging out in abandoned houses

I just kept finding out all these cute things about him that made me like him more and more

he was really sweet and I wanted everyone else to see how great he was too

then after his overblot he told me how he felt

he was so worried that I would leave and never come back

but I was always planning to lol

I just needed to get my cat and tell my mom to go fuck herself

Leona: damn that sounds cathartic

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): it was lol

and thankfully bitsy mitzi gets along great with grim

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD) sent a file “babbies.png”

Leona: god i wish that were me

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): You cant just say that about every picture you see of cats napping in sunbeams

Leona: u cant tell me what to do

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): so did my answer help you with whatever romance crisis youre having?

Leona: im not having a romance crisis i was just curious

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): it’s cute how you still think you can lie to me

Leona: uuuuuugh

fine it did

especially the part about wanting other people to see him like u do

its frustrating as fuck

he doesn’t even see himself that way

if I tell him anything nice he just thinks im joking or fucking w/ him or somethin

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): yeah

it takes a lifetime to build up good self-esteem but it takes almost nothing to tear it down

and he hasn’t had much of a chance to build his up yet.

so I don’t think he really gets that we actually do mean it when we compliment him

it’s good he’s with you right now

He cares a lot about what you think, yknow

Leona: he shouldnt, im a jackass

i only say stuff that should be obvious

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): the irony…

ya ever thought maybe the reverse is true

that he thinks youre amazing and he wants everyone else to see it too

Leona: im not tho

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): oh my god

for a genius you are the dumbest motherfucker Ive ever met

Leona: wow thanks

ur such a good friend

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): I can think youre amazing and dumb at the same time

Theyre not mutually exclusive

all im sayin is, he might want to tell you stuff like that too

so you should listen to him

Leona: I do listen to him

he mostly talks about video games i dont play and cartoons i dont watch

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): no he doesn’t

he talks about that stuff with me or lilia, but he talks about all sorts of stuff with you

ive seen you guys have conversations before that I can barely follow

and you always look like youre having fun!

Leona: I dont need u to convince me

i already know all that

we just don’t need to complicate things

not right now

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): I guess youre right

He is dealing with a lot

And so are you

Have you told him yet?

Leona: no

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): Leona… :/

Leona: its going to be a non-issue soon ok

im working on it

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): I don’t believe you

Leona: what do u know anyway

r u an expert in the ways of royalty now

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): I’m marrying into royalty

Leona: fae dont count theyre weird little freaks

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): true

but I also know it’s not ok to hide from your potential love interest

that youre only on a roadtrip bc youre trying to dodge all ur royal responsibilities

Leona: im not dodging anything

hes trying to take control of my life

its fuckin stupid and i shouldnt have to deal w/ it in the first place

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): you’re right, but when idia finds out you hid it from him he’ll be sad

he’ll think you don’t trust him

Leona: so what? its none of his business either

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): man

it’s gonna suck in a few days when youre texting me about how bad you fucked this up

and then idia is gonna text me about what an asshole you are

and im gonna have to juggle two separate conversations with two emotionally constipated manchildren

so just tell him, for my sake

bc if I have to take sides im 100% taking idia’s, sorry not sorry

Leona: if idia needed to know, id tell him

and he doesn’t need to know

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): cool cool cool cant wait to watch this dumpster fire

I love you all so much

youre my scrunkly little idiots who provide me with endless entertainment

dance, kitty, dance

Leona: oh go suck your fiancés scaly dick

plantmuncher dragonfucker (new name TBD): sounds like a great idea tbh

then at least one of us will be getting laid

Leona: barf

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Chapter 6 - Promise

Five Years Ago

“So.” Leona said. “I guess this is the last day.”

“Yeah… Yeah, I guess it is.” Idia replied.

Everything was as ready as it was ever going to be. They had all their supplies ready, the frame they’d built, the date divined. All they had to do was wait and reconvene on the campus to take that final step. They’d already gotten Crewel’s word that nobody would be messing with their invention on his watch.

So everyone gradually trickled out of the school, heading home for the last summer vacation before their final year. First Kalim and Jamil, then Malleus and his weird little freak family. Vil had taken a car to the harbor, where he’d take the ferry to the mainland and the airport. Azul had walked straight into his mirror without even saying goodbye, too preoccupied with one of his eel buddies chatting away at him over the phone. And then there was Riddle, who spent a few hours standing around aimlessly with them before finally plucking up the courage to go back to the Queendom. He’d turned and offered them a shy little wave before he stepped through the mirror, though.

So now it was just Leona, Idia, Yuu and Grim, surrounded by all the other lollygagging students in the mirror chamber.

“Kinda feels like the finale episode of a bittersweet drama anime.” Idia remarked.

“I wish you guys could stay at Ramshackle with me.” Yuu pouted. They were cradling Grim in their arms like an oversized furry baby, the smug little fucker looking very pleased with the attention he’d been getting lately. “We’ve got the ghosts and all, but I won’t have anyone to play video games with or make fun of bad movies with.”

“Shit, same here. You’ve got those big old windows. Killer napping spots.” Leona sighed. “And I guess you’d be there too.”

“Hey, we’ll be back soon to finish up the portal! And we’ve always got online games!” Idia tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“But I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to come back.” Yuu mumbled. “And even if I can… You guys will be seniors. Vil and Malleus, too.”

“I won’t be.” Leona chimed in. “I’m dropping out.”

Yuu and Idia looked at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head. “Wait, what?”

“Dunno why you guys are surprised by that.” Leona shrugged. “I can’t stall anymore, so there’s no point in me still studying here.”

“But… Your degree?!” Idia asked.

“I’ve already aced classes taught by some of the best instructors in the world. I can namedrop 20 people who have a thousand times more academic clout than anyone in this dump.”

Yuu opened their mouth to say something, before confusion got the better of them and they closed it, exchanging a concerned look with Idia.

“…Leona, I’ve been meaning to ask this for a while, but… are you doing okay?” They managed to ask.

No. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Yuu seemed to buy it, but not Idia. Idia wasn’t convinced in the slightest, he could tell.

“Well, I guess I can’t stop you from dropping out.” Yuu grumbled. “But you know I’d help you out if you needed it, right?”

“Of course I do.”

“And you, too, Idia.” They said, turning to face the other man. “You guys are… Probably some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I don’t want you to have to deal with stuff all alone.”

Then why are you leaving? Leona wanted to say, but that would’ve been too cruel to ask out loud. Besides, he knew they had a life to live, on the other side of that mirror. Family and loved ones who they didn’t want to leave wondering about them. Yuu didn’t belong to him, or Malleus, or anyone else but themself.

Grim pawed at Yuu’s necktie, pouting up at them. “Minion, I’m hungry. You promised you’d show me how to use a can opener if I behaved until the end of the year!”

“Oh god, what have you done. How could you have offered him such tremendous power?” Leona said, feigning horror. Idia laughed at him, but Yuu just rolled their eyes.

“Haven’t you heard that saying about teaching a man to fish? If he learns to do it himself, he won’t wake me up at 5 in the fucking morning for his smelly canned trash.”

“You know he’s just gonna eat all of it in one sitting and overload his poor widdle kitty stomach, right?” Idia snickered.

“If it’ll teach him a lesson about being a glutton, I’m fine cleaning up cat puke for one day.”

“I’m not a cat!” Grim protested.

“You’re basically a cat.” Leona said, earning an annoyed hiss in response.

“Takes one to know one.” Idia mumbled, still snickering under his breath.

“What was that?”

Yuu shook their head in exasperation, an amused smile plastered on their face. “I really am gonna miss you two.”

Before they left to sort out dinner, they pulled each of them into a tight hug. They’d already done the same for the others. It wasn’t a goodbye; it was a promise. A promise that they would all see each other again.

Sending one last wave back in their direction, they pushed open the door of the chamber of mirrors. It swung shut as they stepped through, and then they were gone.

“We have to be off campus by 7.” Idia remarked.

“Yep.”

“We can’t stay here forever.”

“Nope.”

Idia leaned against the wall, his stuffed suitcase beside him.

“Y’know,” Leona began, “I bet Crowley won’t really check if we’re gone.”

“No, but he will send Vargas to do it.”

“I can outsmart Vargas.”

“For a little while, yeah. But what are you gonna do after that?” Idia let his head fall back on the cool stone wall, staring up at the newly-repaired chandeliers. “We’re not secret super soldiers in a stealth game. We can’t just hide out here all summer.”

“Where’s the bean sprout, by the way?”

“Ortho? He made friends with Epel, he went to his hometown to visit for a while. He was worried about me, but I don’t want him to be on the Island any more than he has to.”

“Then let’s go where he is.” Leona said. He was really just spitballing, he knew Idia wouldn’t go for it, but it was at least nice to fantasize about it. Just running away. “Betcha Epel’s family wouldn’t mind having another couple strapping young men around to help out.”

Idia laughed. “You mean one strapping young man and a radish sprout.”

“Hey, it’s a farm. Where else would you bring a radish sprout?”

Idia smiled wryly at him. Well, at least that seemed to cheer him up a little.

“That… might be fun.” Idia said. “But we both know that wouldn’t work.”

He was right, it wouldn’t. Leona was one thing, his family had long ago given up on wrangling him. But Idia’s parents still had an army of fucked up magic robots behind them, and they certainly wouldn’t let him just run away to an apple farm without a word.

Well, that was about what Leona expected. No reason to be disappointed about it. He sighed heavily and leaned against the wall next to Idia, following his gaze up to the flickering chandeliers overhead.

“I’m going to miss you.”

Leona almost didn’t hear him. When Idia’s words finally registered, he stared at his profile with widening pupils. He felt like he’d been completely thrown off balance, slid under a microscope where all his feelings and vulnerabilities were about to be exposed.

“…I’ll miss you, too.” Leona replied, and he meant it.

They stayed in that spot for hours, until they were the only students remaining. Until the sun started to set.

At 7:30, Vargas entered the chamber and yelled at them to get a move on. They trudged to their respective mirrors like prisoners to their execution. As Leona stepped through his portal, he looked back for just a moment and made eye contact with Idia. Then he blinked, and he was back in the Sunset Savanna yet again.

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Present

“Queen to F6.” Leona said. “Checkmate, by the way.”

“HOW?!” Idia shouted, staring in disbelief at the chess app on his computer. “You can’t even see it!”

“You’re getting rusty, radish sprout.” Leona chuckled. Playing chess like this was such a good idea. It kept him from dozing off on this long stretch of road, even if not seeing the board handicapped him a little.

“Yeah, yeah, gg ez, whatever.” Idia sighed, closing the app in favor of a different one. “I gotta take a break, I’m doing some coding.”

“Yeah? What’re you working on?”

“A game. It’s my wedding present for Yuu and Malleus.” Idia explained. He was already typing away. “I want it to be good, so I’m trying to get a head start.”

“Wait. You’re making them a game as a wedding present?”

“Why not?” Idia only looked up to pout at him. “Yuu loves games. Malleus likes them too, when they’re not too crazy.”

“I’m not saying it’s a bad idea. It’s pretty genius, actually.” Leona shook his head. “What kind of game is it?”

“Just a puzzle-platformer. I want to make it simple enough for Malleus to understand how to play it, but the puzzles should be complex enough that they actually have a good time with it.” Idia returned to his laptop, resuming his furious typing. “I’m stuck on the storyline, though.”

“Make it about how they met.” Leona said, without really thinking. “Yuu loves cheesy shit like that, they’ll totally cry.”

“You know how they met?”

“They, uh, told me once.” Leona coughed into his fist. “They used to hang out in abandoned buildings. You could make a little story about them being stuck in an old mansion full of puzzles.”

“Ugh, that’s too cute. Those normies. They would love it.” Idia cackled.

“I’d call them goths, not normies.”

“Goth normies in love. Makes sense.” Idia agreed, nodding.

“You think Malleus ever makes them put on a gargoyle costume when they do it?” Leona smirked when Idia doubled over with laughter, completely caught off guard.

“Oh my gosh. I have to put that in, they’ll lose it. I’ll add you as a writing credit.”

“Maybe I am cut out for this writing thing.” Leona couldn’t help smiling as Idia giggled beside him.

“Hey, do you want to help me with it? Yuu would love it if the roastmaster himself did the script.”

Leona liked the idea, but he shook his head. “Yuu would, but Malleus would be pissed as hell. I wouldn’t want him getting mad at you because of me.”

“You know he actually likes you, right?”

“Huh?” Surprised, Leona glanced at Idia briefly just to make sure he wasn’t bullshitting.

“We all play together once a week or so. Sometimes me or Yuu hold a ‘Leona Theater’ while we’re queueing and we read funny texts you sent us. Malleus laughs harder than anyone.” Idia’s grin was ridiculous, but he didn’t seem to be lying. “You could say he’s a platonic tsundere.”

“Why are you reading my texts out loud?” Leona grumbled.

“Only the ones that aren’t about serious stuff, don’t worry. Anyway, he thinks you’re hilarious.”

“I’m never gonna understand that fucking guy.” He shook his head, trying to banish any annoying memories of all the times Malleus had pissed him off.

“Me neither, but I’m pretty sure he’d love it if you wrote the game. So you don’t have to worry about him getting mad.”

“…I’ll think about it.”

---

“Let me give it a try.” Leona said, once they’d stopped for the night. They were hanging out under the loft again, just to get the hell out of the front seats. Idia had been typing away for the entire 12-hour ride, he must have made decent progress by now.

The other man still flinched like Leona had threatened to punch him. “But it’s not even done!”

“If you want me to write it, shouldn’t I at least play it a little? Come on, hand it over.” Leona held out his hand. Idia bit his lip, but he eventually clicked “play” in the engine he was using and handed him the laptop.

“It really isn’t that interesting right now, I’m just blocking things out. All the art is placeholder.”

It definitely did look like an unfinished sidescroller. The background was clearly some stock art he’d pulled from somewhere, but when Leona tried moving and jumping around he was surprised by how… weighty it felt. Like real gravity was affecting the character. They had a unique sprite too, a cartoony little caricature of Yuu. It didn’t have any animations yet, though.

“I’m trying to fine-tune the physics before I get into the real gameplay…” Idia mumbled, trying not to look at Leona’s face.

Maybe he’s scared I’ll hate it?

“It feels really good already.” Leona said. He explored the area a little more, pushing around placeholder boxes and experimenting with the little switches and puzzle pieces Idia had already programmed in. “You’ve made games before, right?”

“Just a few simple ones, for fun. I like to bang them out in between bigger projects. And I did a couple game jams in college.”

“What’s a game jam?”

“It’s like a game-designing challenge. You put together a team and try to make a game in a really short time, like 48 hours. I had a few friends I’d do them with. Ortho helped, too.”

Idia fidgeted awkwardly, looking embarrassed. “They were, uh, pretty bad. But they’re game jam games, they’re just practice.”

“I bet they’re better than you think.” Leona said, leaning in and putting his chin in his hand. Idia shook his head.

“Penny hated how they turned out, too. Um, she was one of my friends. She was studying actual game design, so she’d know.”

“You sure she’s not just a perfectionist?” Leona smiled at him reassuringly. “I could try ‘em out, I’m an unbiased third party.”

“You are not unbiased. You’re just going to say they’re good because you like flattering me, for some reason.” Idia shot him an unamused stare.

“Damn, am I really that obvious?” Leona laughed. “But I really do wanna try ‘em.”

Idia sighed, apparently resigned to his fate. “I have them in one of my spare drives, lemme dig ‘em up real quick.”

He reached out to grab his suitcase and rolled it closer, unzipping the top pocket just enough to fish out a portable hard drive. It looked like he’d just thrown a bunch of storage devices in there when he left home. Leona suddenly realized that most of Idia’s life was probably inside those fragile little hunks of metal and circuitry.

“I think it’s this one.” Leona handed back the laptop. Idia plugged a drive labelled “Games 4” into it and started sorting through files.

While he was doing that, Leona asked, “So what do these friends of yours do now?”

“Penny got a job at a mobile game company. She hates it, but it pays the bills, and she works on indie projects on the weekends. Olivier was in graphic design, they do a lot of freelance work now. And Will was. Um.”

Idia suddenly looked away. His hair started turning pink, but it quickly faded into an even darker blue than normal. Leona blinked. He was pretty sure he knew why Idia had stopped, but he didn’t say anything and just waited for him to continue.

“Will was in engineering, with me. We, uh. Spent a lot of time together.” Idia said, his voice little more than a whisper. “He got a job in manufacturing. Cars. He really wanted to, he’s really into cars.”

“Good for him.”

“Yeah.” Idia said. He’d stopped clicking through files and was now staring down at his still fingers hovering over the trackpad.

Leona waited. Eventually, Idia took a deep breath and continued.

“You know how I said I never had a serious relationship? That was mostly true. But Will was… The closest I ever got.” Leona could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully. It seemed like this was a pretty tough thing to talk about.

“We were making plans, looking for jobs near each other. But then… My parents called me, and they… convinced me to give up on that. So I had to tell him I couldn’t do it.”

Idia wiped his sleeve across his eyes, even though Leona could already smell the salt in his tears.

“I’m such a coward.”

“You’re not a coward.” Leona said. “You held out for a long time, Idia. And now you’re here, a long way away from them. That must’ve been hard as hell.”

“…I still feel like shit about it. He was so… He didn’t deserve that.” Idia sniffled. “I promised him all this stuff about the future, and then I let him down.”

Leona wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted to tell Idia that it was fine, that he hadn’t done anything wrong. But Idia was smart enough to know that that wasn’t true. He probably could have done things differently, done things in a way that wouldn’t hurt this person he had loved. But he hadn’t, and he had to live with that now.

Leona still hated seeing him like this, so he put his arm around Idia’s shoulder and pulled him close, startling him.

“Leona?” he squeaked.

“Just… be quiet for a second.” Leona grumbled. “Just listen to me when I tell you that it doesn’t make you a bad person. You don’t have to let your parents make you a bad person.”

Idia slowly leaned into him, resting his head on Leona’s shoulder. “…You’re right. I really don’t have to listen to them anymore, do I?”

“You don’t.”

“Thank you.” Idia closed his eyes. “Thanks, Leona.”

---

Idia's robot brother: Leona Kingscholar.

Do you have any interest in art?

Leona: weird thing to ask out of the blue but ok

i never rly thought about it

Idia's robot brother: Have you ever tried making some yourself?

Leona: for school i guess

it was all still lifes n shit tho those r easy

u just draw what u see

Idia's robot brother: Some of my friends at school would be very angry if they heard you say that.

But I’m not just talking about visual art.

There’s music, writing, acting.

Leona: idia mentioned writing 2

idk why but ppl have been saying i should write lately

Idia's robot brother: Oh, that’s a good idea!

Well, as long as you don’t try to write with the atrocious spelling and grammar that you use in your texts.

Leona: Obviously.

I do that on purpose. It actually takes me even more effort to be that sloppy.

I have to go out of my way to un-correct all the autocorrections.

Idia's robot brother: That’s an extremely weird thing to do.

Leona: It’s part of my branding, Ortho.

Never underestimate the power of a brand.

u see dont that shit look 2 much like some dumb thing vil would say

Idia's robot brother: I suppose you’re right.

You see, that’s why people have been saying that you should do it.

You have a unique voice. And writing is a very versatile form of art, so you could experiment with all sorts of genres and styles.

I think you could pull it off.

Leona: huh.

like a narrative that conveys its darker themes through subtle worldbuilding and well-structured character arcs

sprinkling in moments of levity to express their personalities as well as convey a sense of pathos

so the audience will sympathize with them and wont be overwhelmed by heavy-handed conflict and despair

Idia's robot brother: Wow.

I wasn’t thinking of anything that specific.

It kind of sounds like you already have an idea of what you want to do?

Leona: maybe

dunno if i should make it a book or a screenplay or what tho

Idia's robot brother: You could try making an indie game!

It’s pretty easy to just make a short little experimental one these days, and Idia and I can help with any programming.

Though I get the feeling you could just shut yourself in a room with a laptop and a few coding books and master it in a week.

Leona: my brain aint that enormous ortho

i wouldnt want to do it alone anyway

it might be fun to make somethin w/ u 2

Idia's robot brother: I think it would be fun too!

Leona: sounds like a plan robocop

Idia's robot brother: Please stop calling me a cop.

I only murder people who deserve it.

Leona: oof.

fuckin savage dude

wait was that a joke or have you actually killed ppl

Idia's robot brother: No but I know of at least 6 of our former classmates who have.

Leona: im assumin 3 of those are azul and his slimy psychopath posse

and then malleus and his weird mallgoth dad

but who’s the last 1

Idia's robot brother: Wouldn’t you like to know…

Leona: well if that aint ominous as fuck

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Chapter 7 - Trap

Several days later, Leona was startled by the sight of an Acacia tree growing next to their spot in the RV park. He had noticed the forests they passed getting sparser and sparser, the air getting hotter and drier. He’d just been ignoring it, but he couldn’t do that anymore. Not with this familiar gnarled thing here, its thorny branches stretching out like clawing hands.

He remembered climbing up one of these things once, when he was a cub. He’d lost his balance, grabbed one of the branches to steady himself and ended up with a big hole in his hand and a sprained ankle for his trouble. It was the most painful thing he’d experienced at that age, and he’d spent a good 30 minutes sitting on the ground and crying until his brother found him. Falena had carefully picked him up and let him sob into his shoulder, not caring about the blood that Leona was smearing on his shirt.

Leona had hoped that their trip through the Shaftlands would take longer.

“I guess we’re getting close to the final dungeon.” Idia remarked. Leona knew he must look like a lunatic, staring at this tree, so he shook his head and walked along the RV, pretending that he was checking something on it.

You have no idea how accurate that is. He thought.

---

“Well! It’s not every day we get to see royalty here.” The middle-aged border agent smiled pleasantly at Leona, her tail wagging slowly behind her. “Welcome back to the Sunset Savanna, Prince Leona.”

“Thanks.” Leona mumbled, deliberately pretending to be occupied with something on his dashboard.

“Everything looks to be in order.” She handed back his and Idia’s IDs through the window. “Have a nice day!”

“I thought that’d be a lot more of a pain than it was.” Idia said as Leona drove through the checkpoint.

“Oh boy.” Leona huffed, slumping back in the driver’s seat. “Looks like I can’t pretend to be just some random anymore. Everyone here will recognize me.”

“Mm. I get it.” Idia nodded. “You don’t like being the center of attention, either.”

“Only if I’ve actually earned it.”

He could see Idia watching him out of the corner of his eye. He’d been doing that a lot, lately. Part of him was happy about it. Most of him was panicking. Leona was all mixed up inside, unsure of where they stood. The past few nights had been too personal. Too close.

He thought about Idia running out of the lab after kissing him. “I was overwhelmed”. And now it was Leona’s turn to be overwhelmed. It seemed like too simple of an explanation, but what else could it possibly be? He didn’t know what he should do.

Idia checked his phone, briefly, before speaking up again.

“…Do you still want to stop by that Shadowlands place you told me about?”

“Yeah, sure.” He didn’t, but at least he could use that to stall for a few more hours.

---

Leona had only been to this cheap little tourist trap once before, as a teenager, and only because a few of the servants close to his age had invited him to come along to one of their Halloween events. They’d used a fake ID to buy alcohol from a gas station and smuggled it in. Leona didn’t remember much after that. The next day his family’s driver picked him up from a run-down motel and his parents and brother spent a good four hours yelling at him. Once again, he felt out of his element.

Idia, on the other hand, was having the time of his life just taking pictures of the most random things. An archway sculpted to look like giant rib bones, a hand-painted sign, a trashcan shaped and painted like a miniature volcano.

“You look like one of those ‘normie’ guys who takes pictures of food and posts it to magicam.” Leona remarked when they stopped for one of their signature snacks. Idia didn’t look up, still searching for the best angle to take a picture of his cute little display of bone cookies.

“Food’s a part of theming, too. Not really my area of expertise, but anything can be inspiration.”

Apparently satisfied with the photos he’d taken, Idia finally sat down to look through them and chomped into a cookie. “It’s a shame they don’t have any custom rides, but that would be way more expensive than a few surface decorations.”

The closest thing was “Bat Outta Hell”, a generic roller coaster they had tried to theme on the cheap by painting the tracks and cars red and black and adding some smoke machines in strategic areas. The riders were supposedly escaping the volcano as it began to “erupt”. Leona had thrown up after riding it the last time he was here.

Idia still wanted to ride them, though, just for the hell of it. Leona thought that eating beforehand was probably a bad idea, but he also wasn’t drunk or 15 this time, so who knows?

They passed by an amphitheater on the way, barely visible from the path. They could hear the booming speakers playing the music for the show that was going on. High above the audience on a cliff set, two men in elaborate lion costumes fought while a few small pyrotechnic setups were set off. The shadow of the volcano that kept this area constantly dark helped making the lighting more dramatic. Idia watched them, a curious look on his face.

“I think it’s a show about the King of Beasts.” Leona explained, “Looks like the final battle with his nephew.”

“His nephew? I thought it was his brother.”

“Yeah, a lotta people think it ends there. In the original myth, the nephew comes back years later to avenge his father. The King still wins in the end, so most people just skip that part because it’s redundant.”

“That’s a shame. It seems like a way more interesting angle.” Idia mused. “Heroes and villains are both cooler when they’re morally gray.”

“Yeah, but people are stupid and need the morality spoonfed to them.” Leona shook his head. He’d always thought the story read better with the nephew’s revenge plot. It transformed a straightforward myth of war and triumph into the King’s personal familial tragedy.

“…I can’t imagine having to do that.” Idia said. He gripped the park map in his hand a little harder, the paper crinkling under his fingers. “Having to kill your own brother, even if it’s for the greater good.”

Leona didn’t say anything. He was grateful that he had never needed to make that choice. But Idia had, and he did. He’d chosen Ortho.

He would never admit it, but he thought was the most noble choice Idia could have made.

Leona’s phone started vibrating in his pocket, surprising him. When he pulled it out, he tried not to frown and tip Idia off. It was Falena.

“Hold on, I gotta take this.” He grumbled, gesturing for Idia to move on without him. He searched for a private place to take the call, eventually ducking behind a slightly off-model statue of the King of Beasts.

“What is it this time?” He sighed into the phone.

“Uncle Leona!”

“Cheka?” Leona was so surprised he nearly dropped his phone. “Where’s your dad?”

“Dad said I should call you! He told me you were gonna come home soon.”

“Oh.” Leona swallowed, hopefully not loud enough for Cheka to hear. “He did, did he?”

“Yeah! I really missed you, Uncle Leona. You gotta get here before Imani and her sisters leave.”

“Who?” He knew, of course, but some dumb part of him was hoping that Cheka was talking about somebody else. Somebody totally unrelated to this mess.

“Imani! She’s my new friend.” Leona could hear what sounded like another kid laughing in the background. They were probably outside, he guessed.

“Um, I think her oldest sister is the one you’re sposedta marry?”

Cheka said it so simply, but it still made Leona’s heart drop. Some invisible hand of fate had pulled it out of him, smashing it into the concrete walkway just below the roof of his old school.

“Right.” He managed to say. “So you made friends with her, huh?”

“Yeah! They’ve been staying with us for a while. I can never win against her at hide and seek, though.”

“Heh. Keep trying, you’ll get her someday.”

Despite the uncomfortable reminder of what was waiting for him at home, Leona was glad to hear Cheka’s voice. He was still so sweet. So innocent. It reminded him of when he and Falena were younger.

Back before Falena started treating him like an object to sell off instead of a little brother.

“Me and her are gonna be in the wedding.” Cheka went on. “Can I be a groomsman? Dad said I should be the ring bearer, but that’s for little kids…”

Leona couldn’t answer right away. He took a breath, staring into the eyes of the Beast King statue like it might give him more courage.

“Cheka, there’s not gonna be a-”

“Oh, sorry, Uncle Leona, dad wants to talk to you.” Cheka interrupted him. “Love you! I’ll see you soon!”

Before Leona could say anything, he heard the phone being passed to another person.

God, he could practically see the shit-eating grin on his brother’s face.

“You motherfucker.” He said.

“What’s that for?”

“You know what it’s fucking for. You really have to use your own son just to get your way?”

“I had him call you because he really has been missing you.” Falena sighed. “Do you think I’m trying to manipulate you or something?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not asking that much of you. It doesn’t have to happen right now. We can talk about this, all three of us.”

“I don’t even want to fucking speak to her.” Leona snarled. “I don’t want to know her name, I don’t want to know anything about her. It’s not happening.”

“Leona.” Falena said, “This could be a good thing for you. I know you’re not happy here. This is a chance for you to start something new.”

“Because I can’t be trusted to make my own decisions, right? I gotta get my big brother to decide my life path and hand me a wifey who doesn’t even know me.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, Leona.”

“Y’know what? I’m not gonna stand here and listen to you lie to my face.” Leona tried to breathe, he didn’t need to lose his cool and give Falena even more ammunition to use against him. “Your little guilt trip worked, okay? Tell Cheka I’ll be back in a day or two.”

“Thank you. Was that really so hard?”

“Fuck off and die.”

Leona hung up before Falena could reply. Great, now he’d have to hide how pissed off he was from Idia all day. He took a few deep breaths, staring up into the branches of the dead trees around him.

He could still just kill himself. After he dropped Idia off, he’d drive somewhere secluded and do it. But then… Cheka. Yuu. And if word got back to Idia, how would he feel? Knowing that he was one of the last people to see him alive?

It wasn’t fair. Leona knew that he wasn’t worth worrying about. He’d just be freeing them from the person-shaped disaster that was himself. Even Imani’s nameless older sister, who probably didn’t want to marry him either.

But somehow, all the people he loved had tricked themselves into thinking his life mattered. Into thinking that they really wanted him here. And he just didn’t know what to do about that.

When he caught back up to Idia, he was still thinking about it. Idia noticed his furrowed brow and lightly nudged his shoulder.

“Twisted Wonderland to Leona. You alright in there?”

“Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.” He lied. “Let’s get in line.”

---

“Please don’t tell me you want to go on that again.” Leona groaned. Idia awkwardly patted his back while he crouched by a metal railing just outside the unloading area. He pressed his forehead against the cool aluminum and tried to get his head to stop spinning.

“Er… There, there?”

“You think this is funny, don’t you.” Leona grumbled, turning his head just enough to see Idia’s stupid grin.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Idia laughed. He was such an asshole, but his hand felt nice and cool on Leona’s back, so he was fine with it. “It’s just weird to see the great Leona Kingscholar so low on HP. I didn’t know you got motion sickness.”

“Me neither.” Leona mumbled. “I thought I was just drunk last time I was here.”

“Are you good?” Idia crouched beside him, his grin fading in concern. “You wanna take a break?”

Leona took a deep breath, and it actually did clear his head a little. “I’m fine. Just… I think I’ll sit out the next one.” He tried to stand and though he wobbled a little, he was able to steady himself with the railing.

“Let’s go on one of those cave tours instead.” Idia said. “You can relax a little.”

“…Yeah. Sure. Okay.” Damn it, when had this become Idia taking care of him? He felt like a flustered little cub, frustrated because he couldn’t do something that all the bigger kids could.

It’s just motion sickness, dumbass. It’s not… anything else. Stop being so goddamn dramatic.

Despite being one of the original attractions meant to draw people here, the volcanic caves weren’t exactly bustling. Leona wouldn’t have been surprised if they were the only people in here.

Small, dark, and strangely cool despite being in a volcano, they had to rely on the narrow walkway for navigation. Most of the lighting came from soft reflective safety lights on the railing. In lieu of a tour guide, some speakers and a button were set up near points of interests for guests to press for information. They ignored those, opting instead to just stop and look when they reached a spectacular pillar of hardened magma or some glistening minerals that made the cave walls look like they’d been painted over.

“It’s nice and quiet in here.” Idia sighed. “I was getting a little overwhelmed too, honestly.”

Leona leaned against the railing, his eyes following the long ridges and depressions winding through the cave. He imagined these must have been filled with lava once, a ribbon of blood in near total darkness. A path that no living creature would ever be able to travel. “We can leave, if you want.”

“I don’t, I just need a break.” Idia tilted his head at him. “…Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just motion sickness.”

Idia took up a place beside him, his face somber. “…I wasn’t talking about the motion sickness.”

“Don’t go there right now, Idia.” Leona almost growled, but he didn’t have the energy to make it seem really threatening.

“You don’t want to go home, do you?” Idia asked. “I don’t need to hear the whole story, a yes or no is fine.”

“…No.”

“You don’t need to, then. Stay with me.” He turned his head to look at Leona, trying to give him a reassuring smile. “We can hang out at a hotel or an RV park until I find an apartment. And then you can just… Stay there.”

Was Idia actually offering to share his space? Voluntarily, for an indefinite amount of time? Leona couldn’t believe it. He wanted to say yes then and there, but brutal reality came crashing down on him a moment later.

“You know that wouldn’t work.” Leona sighed. “I’m not exactly some nobody, Idia. They’re gonna figure out where I am sooner or later.”

“…Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Idia put his head down, hiding his face in his arms.

“I’m sorry for bringing you back here.”

“It’s not your fault.” Leona replied without any hesitation. “I told you I wanted to help. I would’ve had to come back eventually.”

Idia didn’t say anything.

---

After they left the cave, Idia suddenly gained an interest in every single show and event and non-motion-sickness-inducing attraction. Leona knew what he was doing, but he was grateful anyway. He didn’t even mind having to watch that show about the King of Beasts twice. The stunt work was actually pretty good.

In the middle of the final performance of the night, a little musical show on the main stage featuring a bunch of traditional Sunset Savanna folk songs, Idia turned to him and handed him a big wad of thaumarks.

“I gotta go to the bathroom.” He said, as serious as the grave. “Can you buy me a bag of those bone cookies from the gift shop before they close? The biggest one.”

“Sure?” Leona barely got the word out before Idia took off in the direction of definitely-not-the-bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Leona had the cookies, but Idia still wasn’t back. Leaning against the wall of the gift shop in the soft light of twilight, he watched the park visitors as they began to file out.

He waited until Idia came back into view before blatantly opening the bag and popping a cookie in his mouth.

“I didn’t say you could eat those.” Idia said, but he was grinning from ear to ear. Hm. Something good must’ve happened in the “bathroom”.

“I’m counting it as payment for being your personal shopper.”

The good thing about driving around an RV was that you could never lose it in a crowd of cars, even as the sun set and the parking lot darkened. Idia’s spirits seemed to have lifted significantly. He kept giggling quietly to himself over something.

“What’s so funny?”

“You. Getting sick on the roller coaster.”

Leona rolled his eyes. “I should’ve thrown up all over you. You wouldn’t be laughing then.”

“Probably not.” Still grinning, he kept up his poking and prodding at Leona’s expense. “I don’t see you that vulnerable very often though. But I bet you can cleanse that debuff with a good long nap.”

“Pretty sure motion sickness isn’t a ‘debuff’.” Making his way past the last row of cars before the RV, Leona pulled his keys out of his pocket. The acrylic keychain Idia had bought for him shimmered under the fluorescent parking lights, and he smiled at it without thinking.

“Uh, Leona?”

“What?” Idia was next to one of his front tires, leaning in close to inspect it in the dim light.

“I… think somebody slashed your tires.”

---

eel wrangler: So I just wanted to get this in writing.

When do you plan on introducing me to your brother?

Leona: dude idfc

i got enough shit to deal w/ rn

easiest way would be for u to come 2 the sunset savanna

n we can pretend were friends or smth

eel wrangler: You don’t think we’re friends?

Leona: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

oh wait were u srs

eel wrangler: No, I wasn’t. I just thought you might get a kick out of that.

Leona: y do u even want to talk to my bro

hes not interested in the restaurant business

and the savanna doesnt seem like a good spot for ur food neway

yall eat some weird shit

eel wrangler: Anyone who wouldn’t take the opportunity to network with a king is an idiot.

Even if he’s not a businessman himself, he most certainly knows some.

Besides, I’m not going to be limiting myself to the restaurant for long.

I have Plans.

Leona: ugh i can see exactly how smug u look rn

y did u never bother to try and talk 2 me tho

im still a prince

eel wrangler: Are you feeling jealous, Leona?

Leona: naw just seems inconsistent is all

eel wrangler: You would have seen through me in a second, so I didn’t think it was worth the effort.

Leona: but my bro wont?

eel wrangler: Leona, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.

When your brother gives interviews, he says some of the stupidest shit imaginable.

A reporter asked him about inflation once and he said “How do you inflate money? It’s just paper.”

So no, I’m not too worried about him catching on.

Leona: that aint a secret i already know that

drives me fuckin insane that ppl think thats like an endearing quirk of his

and not super fucking dire

ppl r literally starving on our streets

eel wrangler: I couldn’t care less what the socio-political implications of his stupidity are.

I have a bright future to work towards and if that means lying to royalty, I’ll fucking do it.

You all deserve it anyway.

Leona: we do tbh more power to ya on that

just let ur workers unionize at least

eel wrangler: I’ll consider it.

I wouldn’t mind joining in on a business venture with you someday, though.

Leona: wtf WHY

we both fucking hate each other

eel wrangler: And? Lots of business partners hate each other.

They’re just smart enough to set a hard line between personal and business relationships.

You have good ideas and the skills needed to see them to fruition.

Leona: and lemme guess u want me on ur good side

so i wont “raze your empire to the ground” and steal ur spouse while im at it

eel wrangler: …I didn’t realize that Ortho would be sharing those surveys with you.

I’m just putting the idea out there.

Who knows what the future holds?

Leona: nothing im gonna be dead before im 30

so dont get ur hopes up about that

still gonna steal ur spouse tho

how’s jamil doin lately

eel wrangler: I’m single. I meant a hypothetical spouse.

And why in the world would you jump to Jamil of all people?

Leona: i don’t think ive ever seen some1 flirt w/ a guy that hard and then try to play it off as some 1,000 iq chess maneuver

u should try bein more obvious about it and less of a smarmy motherfucker

he clearly thinks ur messing with him u gotta be more sincere

oh right i forgot the word “sincere” dont exist in ur vocabulary

“(adjective) free from pretense or deceit; proceeding from genuine feelings.”

there u go

eel wrangler: …Thanks for the advice.

Leona: no prob i love giving unsolicited romantic coaching to 2-faced assholes

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bubbletaeeee · 3 years ago

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The Tease - Karina x Fem!Reader

REQUESTED: YES!

Content: angst, little fluff

Warnings: not really :)

A/N: So I mixed up the idea of enemies to lovers thing a little bit. I hope you like it 🥺 this took me a while. I’m still kinda new 🙂

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

You’ve been training at SM for a long time now. The days were long, stressful and painful. Being a trainee was always so difficult and tiring. But all of that changed once you were given the chance to debut with a group of girls: Giselle, Winter, Ningning and Karina. You’re called ‘Aespa’. Of course you had to get to know eachother and practice together before any kind of serious stuff like debut could happen.

It’s been 4 months so far with them and it has been great! All the girls were so sweet and kind. But Karina, she was always off with you.

Sometimes you even argued, and a lot of the time it would be about silly little petty things.

You’re sure that one time you had an argument in the dorms about a fricken onion, small petty rubbish always created a heated stir between you and Karina. The other members always felt the tension between you both and tend to cut in when they think things are going to get out of hand.

But you both knew that you weren’t going to ruin the chance of becoming successful idols just because you disliked one another.

So you just got on with it.

You ignored her most of the time and only really spoke to her if you had to be professional about something.

Over the time you’ve found yourself becoming rather irritated with some of her antics and acted up a lot more. Your sudden pettiness has only caused more tension with the taller girl.

Today you had dance practice with all the girls. You were working on your choreography to your debut song ‘Black Mamba’.

You didn’t mind practice too much, it was tiring for sure but you loved your whole concept and the song was totally energetic and got you going easily.

You came to a break after practicing the choreography 3 times. You felt so hot and sweaty already so you sat down on one of the benches for a drink and a quick breather.

The water bottle hit your lips and you let out a relieved sigh when the cold water washed through your tired body. As you put the water bottle back down onto the bench to your left. you could feel a presence next to you.

Turning to your right you could see Karina staring at you, almost into your soul.

It didn’t look like she was mad, nor happy.

She just stared at you.

So you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, in confusion. Your expression obviously questioning her odd behaviour.

It didn’t seem like she got the hint so you asked "W-why are you staring at me, Karina?", for some reason it made you pretty nervous.

And with a sassy attitude she responded, "oh nothing", she leaned her head in her hand, still looking at you… up and down, hiding no shame.

"Ugh, jimin, what do you want?!"

She was starting to get on your last nerve now.

She always found little ways to piss you off.

But she just had to push her luck, "awh, why? Am I bothering you?", she cooed with a mischievous grin.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself.

From the other side of the room Winter could see you guys looking uncomfortable so she put on a cheerful face and sat between you both.

“Hey guys! Are you ready to get back to work?”, it was obvious she was attempting to distract you both and prevent anything nasty happening.

But you both ignored anything she was saying and stared at each other, almost like you were competing for who could look more intimidating.

But winter had enough and pulled both of you by the wrists to get back to practice. You just sighed in annoyance and did what you were asked.

After a couple of hours the girls all agreed they needed to stop and go shower, eat and take a rest.

Everyone separated to their dorms.

EVERYONE except you.

You stayed behind to keep practicing, honestly you were also tired but you wanted to push yourself to be better.

So you turned the music on and focused on the way you moved.

Every inch of your body ached, you were so exhausted. But you had to keep going.

So you did.

Until you gave out on your last attempt and fell to the floor on your knees out of breath.

You took a minute to stabilise your breathing and regain the energy to get up and finally get back to your dorm.

The sound of your heavy breathing was unexpectedly accompanied by the echoing sound of clapping behind you.

Your hand ran through your messy hair, turning around instantly to reveal one girl clapping her hands with no actual impressed expression.

You groaned weakly and stood up with a slight wobble in your legs.

"Karina… why are you here?”

She just chuckled quietly and handed you your water bottle.

"Just… don’t overwork yourself”.

She cared?

Miss Yoo Jimin?

You took a long sip of your water and looked at her expression.

She had a soft smile, but you couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or… genuine?

“Uhh- you- why do you care?”, you asked, authentically puzzled.

Instead of a verbal answer, she wrapped her hand around your arm and escorted you to her dorm.

You didn’t say anything and let her take you in.

As soon as the door closed you looked at her and went to say something but her oddly friendly tone cut you off, “take a seat”

You hesitated but sat down, not taking your eyes off of her, it was like as if you’d been kidnapped because the look in your eyes showed a hint of fear mixed with confusion.

Of course she noticed and pointed it out

"Gosh y/n chill out, I’m not gonna hurt you”.

This time you could actually reply, "then why am I here? Why did you bring me here?".

Her arms crossed over her chest and she rolled her eyes, “because… we need to start getting along. I mean, we’re going to be working together everyday for who knows how many years, and we have to live in the same building”, the way she explained it made it seem like it was so obvious and you were just absurdly dumb.

But it made sense, so you nodded slowly and agreed.

There was an awkward silence that filled the air.

It made you uncomfortable, and you’re sure it made her just as uncomfortable.

You anxiously played with your fingers until your voice broke the painful silence “umm.. do you wanna hang out. Or something then?”

Even though she was the one who brought you here and suggested you attempted to try and get along, you were still nervous she wouldn’t want to be around you.

But to your surprise she nodded and agreed before walking off into the kitchen.

You didn’t question it and just sat back on the sofa. A couple of minutes later, Karina came back with some snacks and threw them on the table in front of the sofa.

She sat down next to you and ate a little popcorn before turning on Netflix.

She looked to you and gave you a small smile before leaning back.

So… you guessed that you were going to watch a movie together.

You didn’t question it and just let yourself relax on the opposite end of the sofa. Throughout the film you both were silent, you nibbled on some sweets and ended up slowly drifting off to sleep curled up in a ball. About half an hour later, the movie ended.

Honestly you were so tired and sore from practice, you knew you pushed yourself a bit too hard today.

With a sigh, The girl next to you switched the tv off and looked over to your direction.

If we’re being honest, Karina didn’t entirely hate you. I mean, she always thought you were beautiful.

But seeing you fast asleep, she couldn’t wake you when you looked in such a deep, peaceful sleep. And looking over at you, she thought you looked absolutely adorable right now.

So instead she found a blanket and gently placed it over you.

Without a word, she left to sleep in her own room.

You see, the girl always liked you, but tried to deny it herself with jealousy. She tried to convince herself she was just jealous of your beauty, and that she didn’t really admire you like that. But deep down she knew she really liked you. To avoid rejection or judgement she never admitted it but instead just teases you as a way to cope with these feelings of hers.

The next morning, you were awoken by the sound of humming and running water.

Obviously Karina was taking a shower, but you didn’t remember falling asleep here last night.

You checked the time on your phone and stood up to go back to your dorm, it wasn’t far but you had to get ready for the day and get into the studio within the next couple of hours.

Just as you got up to leave, she’d left the bathroom, wearing just a towel, hair still wet.

You just froze and stared at her.

You couldn’t lie right now, the look of her made you nervous, butterflies appeared in your stomach at the realisation that the only thing covering her was a small towel.

She could see your nerves by the light blush on your cheeks and the flustered expression on your face. So she took the advantage to poke fun at you.

Smirking, she walked her way towards you, “going so soon jagi?”, you knew she was just trying to embarrass you more so you left quickly and went to your dorm in a hurry, leaving Karina laughing behind you.

You tried to forget about what happened and got yourself showered and all ready for the day. Almost 2 hours later, you found yourself in the studio with all 4 of the other girls, so of course including the girl you saw PRACTICALLY naked this morning.

But all thoughts were swept out of your mind quickly as you got to work with the other members. Soon enough, all of you were individually working on your own thing to get things done quicker and more efficiently.

Your job was the music, you felt still pretty new at this stuff so you had to focus real hard.

At one point you were stuck and you didn’t exactly know how to fix it.

Until you felt a warmth behind you and saw arms either side of your body, leaning over to press some buttons and help fix the small mistake you made. You just froze in place and let whoever it was do what they had to do to fix it.

Then a quiet voice spoke in your ear, "all fixed".

Slowly spinning your body around, you realised who’s voice it was. She didn’t even move, her arms still either side of you, leaning over you. She smirked and your gaze fell to the floor shyly, “uh- thanks”, you gulped.

Her hand came to your chin to gently lift you to look at her face.

“Y/n, why are you so nervous?”, the taller girl asked.

You’ve had enough of her mocking you just to see you all uncomfortable and nervous so you gently pushed her aside and spoke up, “I’m not nervous at all”.

And with that you left the room to get a snack and didn’t look back.

Honestly you couldn’t read Karina’s mind very well, but there’s always been a tension between you both, she always teases and makes fun of you and over time she quickly gained more confidence in taunting you even more. But you just couldn’t get it into your head why it made you so timid when she acted this way. She was almost like a bully, but never hurt you or even insulted you seriously, but she always did things to purposely irritate you a little or see you get worked up about it.

You thought a short walk to the vending machine down the hallway and a little snack could clear your head but the sound of footsteps behind took you to a halt and you stopped to turn around.

“Oh my god”, you whispered quietly and put your head in your hands.

“Karina… what do you want from me?”

Her footsteps approached you slowly.

“You’re cute when you’re all worked up”.

Heat made its way through your body and into your flushed cheeks. The comment made you blush but also frustrated you because you still don’t understand why she’s teasing you.

At this point, you felt like you’d had enough and started to ramble and let out your held in frustration and anger.

Until…

“I just don’t understand why you’re being like this, like you like me but you don’t like me and you’re just making me confused and craz-“

You were cut off by her lips on yours.

She was very gentle but it took you by surprise and made you take a step back to just stare at her with a hand on your lips, did she really just kiss you?

To not overstep your personal boundaries, she stayed where she was and spoke calmly.

“I’m sorry y/n. I just- you needed to stop talking”.

Still stunned, you couldn’t reply but instead still stared at her expression with wide eyes.

Karina began to explain herself, knowing that you were too shocked to actually say a word right now.

“Look… I’ve liked you for a while now. And I’m sorry if that took you by surprise, I just didn’t know how to tell you because well- it’s not exactly professional”.

After a moment of silence after her confession, you gathered your thoughts and had to question her just to confirm you weren’t hearing things, “you like me? like you LIKE like me?”.

Your confusion made her giggle in adoration.

“Yes y/n I like you… but it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I’ll get it”.

You shook your head and ran to throw your arms around her neck for a hug.

Immediately her arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

“So… is this you rejecting me?”, she joked playfully.

You pulled back and tested her.

“That depends… are you going to keep teasing me like this?”

Her head shook immediately, “I promise I won’t”, she almost sounded desperate.

And her puppy eyes gave away all the emotions she held for you.

The look in her beautiful, dark eyes made you smile warmly.

Her new found sense of vulnerability gave you the chance to be confident.

Confident enough to once again press both of your lips together for a sweet, tender kiss.

She whined once you pulled away and held you closer

“More please”.

You giggled and fulfilled her affectionate request.

#kpop #kpop girls #fluff #fanfic #kpop imagines #aespa kpop #aespa #aespa karina #yoo jimin #yoo jimin x reader #karina #Karina x reader #fem reader #aespa x reader

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uwusenpaiuwu · 4 years ago

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Baji A.K.A. The Worst (Best) Matchmaker Ever

Summary: Baji dares you to call Mikey a ‘piss boy.’ You’re an idiot, so of course you say you’ll do it. Things don’t go as planned...or do they?

Pairing: Sano Manjirou | Mikey x Male Reader

Warning(s): mentions of omorashi (pissing), but there’s no actual pissing involved

You’re gonna die. Oh, dear God, our holy Lord and savior, you’re gonna fucking die.

Baji may be an idiot, but you’re an even bigger idiot for letting him convince you to call Mikey a piss boy.

It’s a pretty damn good trade-off, you foolishly reasoned when you accepted his offer: $10 and a spin on his motorcycle, which is basically hitting the jackpot for a broke, motorcycle-less middle schooler like yourself.

Now, what you failed to take into consideration, is that you’d literally be risking your life. Had you taken a step back and used your brain for a second or two, you would’ve realized that calling Mikey, of all people, a ‘piss boy’ isn’t worth the measly $10 Baji is currently waving in the air from across the room.

You open your mouth to chicken out. Baji pulls out another $10.

“You wanna waste your allowance? Fuckin’ fine,” you grumble under your breath, making damn well sure your icy glare is received and, yeah, the irritating smirk that widens across Baji’s face when you continue on your path to your demise means your message is read, crystal clear. He just doesn’t give a shit.

Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders and practically march towards where Mikey is casually munching on fresh taiyaki, legs crisscrossed as he sits atop an old crate.

Oh, man. What would’ve been worse: interrupting one of Mikey’s naps or interrupting him mid-snack?

(Un)Luckily, you get to experience one of them today!

When your footsteps lead you to where you don’t want to be, you stop to stand directly in front of your target, who doesn’t immediately look up in your presence. Simply keeps munch, munch, munching.

It gives you a chance to hesitate, a chance to rethink your reckless decision, a chance to back out and save yourself from a one-sided ass beating.

Alas, the chance to make that split-second decision vanishes when deep, dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, the owner’s expression reading that he’s not exactly bothered to see you there, rather, simply curious to know what you want.

It’s the perfect moment to get this bet over and done with, so, along with your prayers, you just go outright and say it.

“‘Sup, Piss Boy.”

Mikey stops chewing, and you already feel your heart about to burst out of your chest.

The room comes to a dead silence, making it all the more nerve-wracking when, following a dreadful minute of absolutely nothing, Toman’s leader speaks.

“What.”

It’s the only word he says, voice low, emotionless, and instead of it being a question, it’s a demand, a challenge even, to dare you to reaffirm what couldn’t have possibly come out of your mouth.

You remind yourself to breathe, while mentally preparing yourself to get decked in the face, ‘cause it’s way too late to backpedal now. One of your feet is already in the grave; it wouldn’t hurt to speed things up and launch your entire body in there.

“Nothing. I just- I wanted to know how my, uh...my little piss boy is...doing?”

Well, you lived a good life.

Mikey stares at you, unblinking.

One second passes. Two.

Then-

“Are you into that?”

“I- Huh?”

“Baji said you’re into some weird stuff, but that’s pretty fucking dirty, (Y/n). Even dirtier than Ken-chin’s tastes.”

(”Don’t fucking drag me into this shit.”)

Seeing the horrified confusion on your face, Mikey’s head tilts ever so slightly to the side.

“You want me to take a leak on you, right?” he asks, and that’s when your soul says its farewell, leaving behind a red-faced corpse on the verge of combusting. Bringing a hand to his chin, he adds, “Or, did you want to piss on me?”

You thought getting beat up by Mikey would be bad?

No, no, no.

You’d gladly take that over this humiliation.

“Hey, Baji! What did the couple in your porn mag do? Did they take turns or what?”

And Baji, the piece of shit, can’t hold it in anymore and breaks out in the most obnoxious laughter, the kind that’s loud, unrestrained, and has him doubling over, gasping for air.

“Oh, fuck, this is gold!” He’s wheezing at this point, triggering a few of the others to start laughing as well, including Mitsuya, who, to his credit, at least tries to stifle his laughter. “Ask (Y/n) what he prefers! Ask!”

At the other boy’s persistence, Mikey raises an eyebrow at you, giving you his full attention as though genuinely curious to know what your pissing preferences are. It causes the flush coloring your face to turn 10 shades darker and 10 degrees hotter.

You don’t know what’s worse: the fact that your friends now think you have a piss kink, or the fact that Mikey is open to exploring said kink with you.

“So, what’ll it be?”

“I...” What do you even say in this situation?

“Do you want me to pee on you?” Mikey asks again in a much softer voice, hoping it’ll reassure you into giving him a direct answer. He doesn’t want to scare you, no. Knowing how nervous you get around him, he’s been doing his best to show only the good sides of himself to you.

That must be why he takes your hand in his, giving it a little squeeze to encourage you to speak up. What he doesn’t know, is that as opposed to being comforted by the kind action, it makes you feel mortified, especially at the insinuation of you wanting him to release his bodily fluids on you.

So mortified, actually, that the first thing that comes out of your mouth is an unintentionally shy, “Please, don’t pee on me...”

You realize your mistake the second those words are said.

Ahh! No! That’s not what you were supposed to say!

Why didn’t you say you don’t want anything to do with piss in general?!

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Your head is spinning, thoughts going haywire after misspeaking , but what really sends you over the edge is the, admittedly, cute little smile you catch on Mikey’s face. Now, not only is your head in disarray, so is your heart.

“Alright. Since it’s you, I’ll let you do it.”

Nope. That’s it for you. Time to clock out of consciousness.

Thump!

“Oh. He passed out.”

Abrupt as it is, your passing out is of no concern whatsoever to Mikey. Nah, he finds it endearing as hell and crouches down to admire your ‘sleeping’ face.

“He must’ve been super happy,” he fondly muses, completely ignoring Draken’s advice to make sure you’re still breathing in favor of stroking your head and pinching your cheeks.

(”He might die, dumbass. I’m tellin’ ya.”

“He won’t. (Y/n)’s strong.”)

On the other side of the room, Baji has zero fuel left in him to bark out another laugh at Mikey and his gullibility when it comes to wooing the person he fancies, though he does have the energy to wipe away the tears at the corners of his eyes.

“Best $20 I’ve ever spent,” he blissfully remarks to Chifuyu.

“Baji-san, this isn’t how you play matchmaker.”

“Dude, this is exactly how you play matchmaker.”

To prove his point, the long-haired teen points back to where Mikey is sitting beside you on the ground, carrying out a normal conversation with Draken, like there isn’t an unconscious person right beside them.

“Ken-chin, where should I take (Y/n) for our first date?”

“Huh? Date? I thought he was just gonna piss on you?”

“That means he likes me, Ken-chin,” Mikey explains, sounding, for all it’s worth, similar to a parent teaching their child a new life lesson. “And if the person I like likes me enough to want to piss on me, then, obviously, I should take him on a date.”

It makes no fucking sense, but if Mikey wants to believe that your love language is spilling less than desirable bodily fluids on each other, then so be it.

Because for him, anything goes as long as it’s you.

Not only are you $20 richer, you also scored yourself a date with someone that would let you take a piss on them and vice versa.

Aren’t you a lucky guy?

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escapingmytrauma · 4 years ago

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TRAIL OF RED FEATHERS

YANDERE HAWKS/TAKAMI KEIGO X ANXIOUS F!READER

CW/TW: Yandere behavior, mentions of stalking, kidnapping, nonconsensual drug use/drugging, anxious reader, dub/non-con, somnophilia (?), size kink-ish, minor praise and degradation, dirty talk, possessive behavior, overstimulation, dacryphilia.

A/N: Let me know if I missed any please.

W.C: 7.8K

DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT!

Takami Keigo/Hawks: Trail of Red Feathers

The constant findings of a red feather always somehow intrigued your curious mind. It never bothered you, you just never understood how you always ended up finding them. You had even brought it up to your friends just for them to respond with, “Huh. I never see those feathers” or “I think your starting to hallucinate.” After those comments you just kept the findings of the red feathers to yourself.

Your mind trailed back to when you first encountered one. Bright colors always entice you and you could never stop your body from walking towards such a color. So, of course when you first encountered such a bold, bright colored feather you immediately picked it up. The softness of the feather brought such a comforting sensation through your fingers. You just had to rub it a little more. A bright smile surfaced on your lips as you took the feather home with you. Then, not long after you found another one; ever since then every time you found one you kept it and took it home with you.

Unbeknownst to you that a red winged, blonde haired man purposely had been leaving them there for you. It was something about your innocence, your purity that drew him to you; unfortunately, that fascination turned to obsession quickly. He would even follow you during his patrols, you occupied his mind every second and he CRAVED for it. The obsession grew substantially over the past couple of weeks to where he was now planning to keep you away from everything and everyone.

It never went unnoticed how many men looked and ogled you. You never understood the reasoning behind it, but you never said anything because your anxiety would always hit and hindered you from telling the person off. It pissed your admirer off that you never said anything for them to back away, but at the same time he understood just how anxious you got… after all you had to take your medication twice a day. The first one at exactly seven a.m. on the dot and second one twelve hours after. He had your whole schedule memorized, not that you had a routine you just liked to stay home often and avoid any social interaction, besides the walks you forced yourself to go on to get some fresh air and sunlight. He liked that, this gave him the upper hand in thinking you would not want to leave, and you would just want to stay with him.

Today your friends invited you to hang out at a local coffee shop, they were always considerate of your anxiety; but you always felt like a burden, you did not want your friends to hold back on having fun just to include you. You did the bare minimum to get ready; brushing your teeth and hair was a struggle within itself, but you forced yourself to do so. You slipped on some shoes and put a light jacket over your shirt. You stepped out of your apartment and made your way outside a small breeze fanning your face as you took a deep breath and walked your way to the coffee shop.

Halfway to your meeting point you felt it. Someone was watching you; sometimes, you thought you were overreacting, but the eerie feeling became more prominent recently. The thumping in your chest gradually became louder to where that was all you could hear; you bit your bottom lip as you so desperately wanted to go back and seek comfort underneath your blanket. A small sigh escaped your lips and you decided against that, you continued your walk as the feeling of someone watching you never left. You finally approached the coffee shop, but you had the urge to look in the direction from where you thought someone was watching. You looked up to your right but so nothing. Just a couple of strangers walking by you.

Was I hallucinating? No. I couldn’t have been.

As your name was called out your head quickly snapped towards the voice to come face to face with Cameron, her bubbly self suddenly calming you down almost instantly. She was the person you were closest to, and she helped you during your hardest times. Cameron frowned a bit noticing your tense stature. “Hey, _____... you okay?” She asked softly, genuine concern evident in her hazel eyes.

“U-uhm…” you hesitated. You did not want the start of this hang out to be clouded with your own delusions.

“Hey, when you are ready to tell me, I’m here for you!” Cameron gave you a wide smile. Relief pulsed through your blood as she gently too your arm and y’all walked inside the coffee shop.

The aroma of coffee beans immediately tickling your sense of smell. Cameron took a deep inhale as well. “Ughh... I just love the smell of coffee.”

A small giggle left your lips as you silently agreed. Cameron looked over to you with a genuine smile. She wanted nothing more than to see you happy.

After ordering y’all picked the corner table away from the crowd patiently waiting for the order and the rest of the group to show up (which was only three more). As they all slowly showed up one by one; your coffee had already arrived as your index tapped vigorously against the edge of the cup. You steadied your hands as much as you could, bringing the mug slowly up to your lips you took a small sip. The warmth of the coffee and the right amount of sweetness causing you to let out a small hum.

You heard the door chime and a couple of gasps were heard throughout the area. You looked up to see what the commotion was. A blonde-haired man with red wings walked in. You looked over to Cameron who was also in awe; you were so confused. You didn’t know who this was, but everyone else seemed to know. You tugged quietly at Cameron’s sleeve and she turned to you.

“Ah. I forgot you don’t really keep up with this sort of stuff…” she paused as he looked over to y’all. His golden eyes meeting with your eyes, your jaw dropped just a bit. That feeling again, as if someone was watching you.

Why does his presence feel familiar?

You blushed as he smiled at you. You quickly look down and fiddled with your fingers getting a little too anxious.

“He is the number two hero by the way,” Cameron finally finished out. Your eyes widened and you turned to Cameron. She gave you a small smile as you just nodded in understanding. You looked back up at the number two hero and saw how he was bombarded by so many people; yet it’s like he could sense you staring, and he looked your way once more. A small smirk appeared on his face making your face heated once again. You took another sip as you tried to focus in on the conversation your friends were having, but your mind was just focused on him, something about him, his golden eyes, his little smirk, it just edged into your mind.

Two hours had passed, and you were able to engross yourself into the conversation, chatting away about relationships and things of such. A small yawn escaped your mouth and you decided you should probably head home. You stood up to say your goodbyes to everyone and Cameron decided to give you a ride home.

“No excuses, I want to,” Cameron interjected before you could deny. You sighed softly in defeat knowing all too well she would not change her mind. Cameron said her goodbyes to everyone also and y’all left the coffee shop beside each other. Getting in the passenger side of the car the smell of sweet coconut filled your nostrils, Cameron had always kept her car tidy and it somehow always encouraged you to keep apartment clean.

“You know, I would say your anxiety has calmed down. I’m really proud of you,” she comments. A wide smile spreads across your face hearing that comment.

“Really? It’s just recently I’ve felt like I’ve held the group back so much since y’all accommodate to me,” You admit. You felt weight lift off your shoulders as it was finally said. Cameron let out a small hum.

“I can see how you think that, but hun...” She took a small breath, “If we genuinely feel like that than we are not your friends. Your wellbeing is much more important than me going to stupid club to shit faced and have a random hookup,” she finishes. You look down as you fiddled with your fingers.

How do I respond?

“Thanks Cameron, I owe you big time,” You say. Cameron parks on the side right in front of your apartment building.

“You don’t. You literally have been there for me through everything and despite your anxiety you were always able to be calm when I was crying… don’t question your ability in friendship,” Cameron reassured. You gave a small smile and reached over and gave her a huge hug that y’all both needed.

Releasing after a while you gave her a thank you and got out of her car. You watched as she drove off a small smile still portrayed on your face. You turned around walking up the steps to go inside and you stopped. There it was again, the feeling that someone was watching; you couldn’t help yourself you turned to the side and looked around. Your eyes glanced at the bottom of the steps.

A red feather.

You bit your bottom lip as your eyes gleamed with happiness. You happily walked down the steps and picked up the feather. A small chuckle interrupted your thoughts and you jumped in fright. You quickly turned around and met eyes with golden daunting eyes. It was Hawks.

“So, you’re the one who has been picking them up,” He asked.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know…” you stuttered out. You looked down in embarrassment, you heard his footsteps come closer and you could smell his faint cologne.

Do I give it back to him?

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” he admits, Hawks rubs the back of his neck and that is when you noticed blood staining the sleeve of his jacket. A small gasp leaves your mouth and you shyly bring it up.

“Your uhm… your arm… it’s b-bleeding,” You whispered out. He hums in curiosity and looks down at his arm.

“Oh… I didn’t even notice, guess I should probably get that fixed,” Hawks muttered. You didn’t even notice that he was baiting you to even invite him your house, this was exactly going to plan.

“U-uhm, I-I could patch it up for you…” you offered. A smile came across his face.

“You wouldn’t mind?” Hawks asked. You shook your head ‘no’, you walked up the steps as he slowly trailed behind you a malicious smirk playing on his lips. Hawks had every intention of making you his and nothing was going to stop him.

You were so nervous; your palms were sweaty, and your heart was thumping so loudly you thought Hawks could hear. Nervously fiddled with the keys to your apartment and suddenly you felt his chest push against your back as his arms reached across beside you and gently got the keys, “Let me help.”

You released the keys and watched as he got the key in and unlocked your door.

“T-thank you…” you mumbled shyly. Another chuckle escaped past his lips as he enjoyed just how shy you were.

“Anytime sweetheart.”

You walked in as he followed behind you; relief set in you as you remembered you had cleaned yesterday. “U-uhm…. You can take a seat on the couch, let me go get some items so I can help you just a bit.” Hawks happily obliged as he watched you walk away, his eyes setting on your ass. He could not help but want you, you were just so tempting. He took a seat as he scanned your room, he spotted the jar of feathers and smirked. Hawks was so elated all the times he watched you take it into your apartment.

Your hands were fidgety as ever and you did not what to screw up his wound. You gave yourself a mental prep talk before you walked back with the items in your hands. As you walked back you saw him smile at you, but some glint in his eyes were throwing you off, it did not match his smile whatsoever. You cleared your throat and set the items down on the glass coffee table.

“So, I know you know who I am, but can I get your name?” Hawks lied through his teeth like nothing. He knew so much about you that it wasn’t necessary to ask.

“A-ah… I’m so sorry for not even introducing myself,” you answered and gave him your name.

How could I forget to introduce myself? I’ve been collecting his feathers and I could not even give him my name.

“What a beautiful name.” The way your name rolled off his tongue had you a bit speechless. It made your face heat up in embarrassment. You took a seat beside him as you grabbed the alcohol to clean his wound. You go to start but you realize that his jacket still in the way.

“Can you take off your jacket for me?” You asked. It almost felt so provocative to ask such a question. Hawks smiled and took it off and allowed you to continue, “Sorry, this might burn,” You warn softly. As soon as your fingers grasped his wrist, he went tense. Blood was rushing towards his cock, the urge to take you then and there was so tempting. His mind wandered to the most perverse thoughts he did not realize just how much your fingers were shaking around his wrist.

You were so anxious; you bit your lip hard trying to contain your nerves as you continued to clean his wound. You started wrap his bandage as firm and gently as you could. You sighed softly as you finally finished. You stood up and as soon as your fingers released from your wrist Hawks was back to reality. He wanted more of – no, he NEEDED more of your touch.

“Awe… done so soon?” He joked, but deep down he really was not. He needed a way to just get some of the drug into your system. You let out a small laugh starting to feel somewhat comfortable.

“Sorry, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was, so a little bandaging will do,” You explain. You were ready to bid him a goodnight, but before you can his eye glance towards your shelf and a smirk spreads across his lips.

“That looks like an interesting story to tell, I want to hear about it.” You gander towards what he was talking about and saw the jar of feathers. Your eyes widen in embarrassment and you were starting to get anxious.

How am I going to explain this, hm? Nice going. He probably thinks you’re obsessed with him.

“It’s not what it looks like, I swear,” you squeak out. Hawks laughs and raises his hands in surrender.

“I’m not accusing of anything kid; I just want to know how you collected so many.” You sigh in relief as your chest continues to pound in your chest giving you a minor headache. You needed something to alleviate just how anxious you were feeling.

“Sure, would you like some tea or anything before I explain?” You offer.

“I would love some, thanks.” You gave him a small smile and walk over to the kitchen and start heating a small kettle with water. You were trying so hard to keep your nerves down, but it was extremely difficult. Hopefully, with this tea it would calm you down just a bit.

Hawks took in everything that had happened just moments prior to you walking towards the kitchen. Your reactions were everything to him. He wanted so badly to make you his. Make you say the most perverse things.

He wanted to fuck you till you begged him to stop. He wanted tears leaking from your innocent eyes as he showed you no mercy. He wanted his marks, his finger bruises on your skin. He wanted to taint your innocence.

“Here you go,” Your voice cut his thoughts off and he cleared his throat. He grabbed the mug as he needed to calm himself down. “You okay there? You seemed to be lost in thought…” You trailed off. His golden lustful eyes turned to you making you regret asking. He quickly covered it up with a smile.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind wanders sometimes.” You accepted the answer not wanting to question farther. You sat down and took a couple of sips from your tea. The hot liquid soothing your body just a bit. Hawks pointed towards the shelf still wanting the story even though he didn’t need one.

You looked over to the shelf again but tensed up when you noticed something else. The clock.

7:13 pm

You let out a small gasp, “I’m sorry, give me a moment I have to take my medication.” Without letting him reply you quickly make your way over to the medicine cabinet.

How could I forget?!

Hawks watched as you were out of his sight. This was his chance. He quickly grabbed the small little bottle filled with liquid and poured just a little into your tea. He sat back down quickly grabbing his own mug and taking a sip as he smirked to himself. You came back in a panic as you popped the pill and took a sip of your mug to swallow it down.

“Now before we get into the feathers, sorry if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but what is the need for that?” Hawks genuinely questioned.

“Well, I have anxiety, which is pretty obvious, but along anxiety can come depression, and that’s just to help prevent it from getting bad,” you explained. He hummed in understanding; you nervously fiddled with your fingers and decided you needed some of your tea. After taking another drink you go on with your story about the feathers.

“…well somehow they just ended being places where I was at an- “you stopped midway as you started to get extremely dizzy. You saw Hawks as he faked concern slowly standing up. Everything was blurry and you felt your eyelids get heavy. The last thing in your eyesight was Hawks walking over to you.

This was it. This was the time to take you. You were limp in his arms a steady rhythm of your breathing as he looked at you. If he remembered correctly, they said a little could go a long way, so a little drop must be roughly two hours, it would probably take him ten minutes to get to his penthouse. Hawks quickly lifted you up and left your apartment. He needed to move quickly to get you settled in.

Hawks walked out of the building and took you to his place. It was a lavish penthouse. It was a three bedroom with an amazing view of the city. He wanted nothing but the best for you. Flying in from his balcony so he wouldn’t get trampled by fans in the front. Hawks proceeded to walk in, the sound of his boots stepping on the tiled floor being throughout the penthouse. Walking into his room.

The room was painted a dark grey, with minimal picture frames and paintings. A big fan hung from the ceiling as it pushed a breeze evenly throughout the room. The biggest source of light coming from the window that was in the place of the right wall. Hawks gently laid you down on his bed. Looking at you, so cute, so adorable while sleeping. He clicked his tongue debating whether he should handcuff you to the bed or not. Surely you would be too anxious to fight back. Right?

Hawks decided against it and left you to be. He walked over to his bathroom where he took a shower and wanting to get out of his hero costume. A hot shower should relieve some of his stress today. He was so pissed that he couldn’t say hi to you at the coffee shop. It didn’t sit well with him, don’t get him wrong, he loved his fans and the attention, but when the attention wasn’t coming from you, it annoyed him.

He allowed the hot water to soothe some of his tense muscles as he rinsed and washed himself. Unfortunately, being in the water forced him to take off the bandage you so kindly put on him. Oh, how gentle you are, and how sweet you are. He was going to taint you in every single way possible. Then, of course, you stay with him forever so no one could ever see just how erotic you can become, or your tears. Only him could see that.

Stepping out of the shower he dried himself off and put-on pair of gray sweatpants, not even to bother putting on any boxers; he had every intention of stuffing his cock in your tight little cunt.

His thoughts took over as he walked over back to his bedroom. You lied there so defenseless, maybe a taste wouldn’t hurt. He slowly climbed on top of you; his thighs on both sides of your waist, he watched as your chest went up and down at a steady pace, your lips slightly parted as breaths escaped passed your lips. Just a taste. His feather cut through your shirt revealing your stomach and your cleavage. Hawks groaned softly, he slowly leaned down towards your lips, he stopped right before touching them with his own.

“Just a taste Keigo,” he whispered to himself. His lips ever so softly pushed against your lush soft lips. His tongue sliding in as he wanted to get more of a taste, the throbbing sensation in his cock pushing him to go a little further. His hands touched your sides, gently digging in his fingers as he started kissing your jawline. A pinching feeling causing you to slightly stir; Keigo paused, had he gone too far? He couldn’t stop now, he had you. He glided his lips down to your neck as he gave you open mouth kisses, sucking softly, purposely leaving marks. You stir again as you’re slowly gaining consciousness, immediately taking notice of your awareness he goes lower, unbuttoning your jeans and removing them. He continues as he slides your panties to the side and runs his middle finger in between your folds rubbing your slit and slowly rubbing around your clit.

You suddenly gasp at the feeling, your upper body weakly shooting up. “H-hawks what are you do- “

“Shh... just enjoy it baby…” He cuts you off quickly placing gently kisses along your navel. Your eyes fully open and adjust to your surroundings.

Where am I? What happened?

Tears blur your eyes as you start getting anxious. You were in an unknown setting with someone you barely knew; he was also violating your body.

“I’ve waited so long for this moment,” He whispers, the blurriness of your vision only giving you lines of a golden color as you looked to where the voice was coming from. Slightly darker yellow lines appearing as well. Goosebumps rising on your skin, a breeze continuously hitting against your sternum down to your abdomen some places colder than other as if a small amount of a liquid had been put in those areas.

Your hazy mind finally registering what he had said, “W-waited… long…” You whispered out. Your head gets a sharp quick stab as you tried to process what those words meant. Your thinking got cut off short when you felt it. Something was pushed inside of you. You let out a gasp as your fingers moved down to remove it out of you. It wasn’t big, no, it felt a little thicker than a pencil. No. It was a finger. His finger was inside of you. He curled his finger just a little; a small pathetic noise escaping your lips.

“Nng… No,” The word came out so feeble. Your hands trying to pull his arm away. Keigo continued his small torture on your now slippery cunt as he added another finger in causing you to let out a whimper.

“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You choked back a small sob not being able to form words. He slowly picked up his pace in fingering you; you could faintly hear the small gushing sounds as he continued. Keigo brought his thumb on your bud rubbing it, curling his fingers as you let out a hitched breath. You body craved for more as you could slowly feel a sensation of needing to release grow in the pit of stomach slowly overcoming the small knots that were in there prior.

“Hawk- “

“Keigo, baby. Say my name…” He quickly interjected. It was more of a demand than anything else. You bit your bottom lip in a slight defiance, you couldn’t give him that satisfaction of hearing you say his name; you turned your head away and squeezed your eyes shut. As if picking up what you were doing, he started fingering faster and rubbing your bud quicker. A moan left your lips as you tried to so hard to conceal it. “C’mon baby, moan my name,” He encouraged.

Small pants left your mouth as you felt yourself clenching tighter around his digits that were going and fast pace. You felt two fingers roughly grabbing your chin and forcing you to turn his way. Leaving your eyes closed as you could feel your wet eyelashes touching the skin below your eyes. You heard a small grunt as the pressure on your chin increased greatly.

“Open your fucking eyes,” He demanded. Swallowing slowly, you obliged to be met with almost brighter golden eyes with a fierce lustful look. “Say it.” You felt his fingers pause where they were still in you.

“K-Kiego.” It was barely a whisper, you felt so exposed in an erotic way as his name fell from your lips while looking at him straight in the eyes. He let out a small hum of approval as he continued torturing your cunt with his thick fingers. Another moan falling passed your lips as the need to release was extremely prominent.

“You’re going to cum? Hm? Are you going to cum all over my fingers?” It came out taunting and teasing as he picked up the pace; he removed his fingers that were placed around your chin and placed the palm of his hand on the bed beside your hip. Your hands that were around his other arm gripped tighter as you tried to pull it out.

“N-no, I’m not,” You said in attempt to sound firm, but it came out more uncertain than anything else.

His other hand suddenly went around throat a little too harshly causing a gasp to escape, “Don’t lie. You’re clenching so tight around my fingers,” He said as he brought his face close to yours.

Why did that make me turned on? What the fuck is wrong with me?!

The attack on your clit became more forceful and you let out a small noise as his hand was still around your throat. You couldn’t hold it, his fingers inside you, his thumb on your clit was doing much more stimulation to your body than you could account for. Your hands released from his arms as they both went on either side of you; your fingers entangling into the duvet on the bed. You arched your back a little as you shamefully released your juices onto his fingers. With deep pants you fell limp against the bed as Keigo released his grip from your neck.

A small chuckle left his lips as he brought out his fingers, “My… my…” He tsked, you looked away in embarrassment. You didn’t want him taunting you even more. “My fingers are drenched with your juices,” Keigo whispered in your ear. You were so humiliated you couldn’t even look. He brought his drenched fingers to your lips and unconsciously let out a small gasp. He pushed his fingers into your mouth as his other hand smushed your cheeks forcing you to look at him.

“Suck.”

He’s not serious… no, he is.

Not wanting to do anymore you obediently sucked tasting your juices, the erotic flavor covering your tastebuds.

“Good girl,” Keigo gently praised. Releasing his grip from your cheeks his fingers tickled your body as he started feeling your stomach and even going underneath your bra to tease your nipples. You wanted this sexual torment to end; what made you more embarrassed is that your body was enjoying this. It craved for more of his touch; you hated it.

Keigo removed his fingers from your mouth and silently moved down to where his face was in front of your still soaking pussy. You saw as one of his feathers ripped the fabric of your panties so he could fully take them off.

You quickly trying to squeeze your thighs together to shield his sight from him. He pushes his hands against your thighs causing them to spread.

“Nuh uh uh… I’m going to enjoy this…” He says with an erotic tone as he looks up at you; he licked his lips before bringing his hot mouth on your folds. You let out a small gasp as your back arched up just enough for his tongue to slip through your folds.

“Keigo…” You mumbled. You weren’t exactly sure why you were saying his name.

Am I wanting him to continue? Or to stop?

Your brain battled itself. Keigo let out a soft hum in response to you saying his name. The vibration of his hum hitting your already sensitive bud causing you to jerk a little.

He enjoyed your reactions, and he was determined to make you cum again before he fucked you senseless. Keigo slowly ran his tongue up and down on your dripping cunt enjoying the taste of you. His eyes glanced up as you squirmed, but he his hands on your thighs to hold you from continuing to do so. Your eyes were closed, and your lips slightly parted letting out barely audible breathy moans. Keigo smiled against your cunt as he continued to torture you.

His tongue teasingly swirled around your bud, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold him from going feral. You let out a small whimper and this encourages him to go faster. He puts his whole mouth on your clit and starts sucking.

“K-Keigo.. Nnngh…” you moaned louder. You felt your body wanting to jerk away, but his fingers digging into your thigh not allowing you to do so. Your clit was sensitive after just having cummed all over his fingers. You let out pants as he didn’t bother to stop, in fact he sucked a little harder causing a whimper to escape. Your vision blurred as your tears were threatening to fall from the sensitivity.

Your fingers flung to his hair and grip his blonde locks as you pulled. Keigo let out a deep groan, once again the vibration of the action tingling your cunt.

“Keigo… Please… I can’t,” You begged desperately as a tear rolled down your left cheek. He momentarily pulled and hummed as if thinking if he should stop or not.

He looked up at you and was just turned on more of your state: your flushed face, your eyebrows knitted inward, your watery eyes, your lips parted, your visible cleavage heaving up and down with each pant you took.

Keigo smirked at you, “You can and will.”

You let out a pathetic squeak as his mouth went back on your cunt. His tongue now teasing your tight hole. He greedily sucked up all your juices, his tongue poking at your hole wanting more. He glided his tongue back upwards licking your bud. Your weak moans echoing through the room as he continued to suck and lick at your cunt.

Oddly enough another sensation of the need to release was coming despite how sensitive you were. Your fingers could barely stay entangled in his hair as your physical strength (or at least the little strength you had to work with) was leaving you. More tears leaked from your eyes they rolled down your flushed cheeks as the sensitivity was increasing.

Keigo had no way slowed or gone any softer, the sound of smacking and gushing sounds filled your ears as your orgasm was close. Your inner thighs felt sore knowing all too well that Keigo had created finger bruises in those areas with how hard he was digging into your skin.

You let out a small yell of pleasure as your back arched, bucking your hips into Keigo’s mouth as you released another wave of juices. He sucked every single last drop you’d given him. A couple more tears escaped as you once again slumped back onto the bed. Keigo stood up away from you and off the bed. You rolled over in relief that it was over.

You heard him shuffle around a little bit before you felt the bed slightly dip. Keigo’s hand snaked under your waist as he pulled you up. You weren’t exactly cooperating, but he knew that you most likely wouldn’t. He suddenly brought you all the way up to where your back was against his chest.

You felt it. It twitched against your back. Your eyes went wide and your hands blindly behind you, “NO! Keigo,” you warned. He let out a small chuckle before pushing you down into the bed. He pulled your abdomen up and his fingers pushing you on area forcing you to arch your back.

You felt his tip tease you at your entrance. Your head shot up and before you could say anything, he shushed you.

“I promise I’ll put it in slow,” Keigo promised. He leaned over to where his breath was fanning your earlobe, “I’ll put it in inch by inch, and we’ll count together.” It wasn’t even a suggestion and you knew that.

He pushed just the head of his cock into you as you let out a loud gasp. The length wasn’t what scared you anymore, the girth of his cock was going to stretch you to the max.

“Keigo… your girth... It won’t fit,” You rambled. You did not want to endure this. He ignored you as he pushed another inch in you. Your fingers curled into the duvet. Keigo let out a small hum if approval of how well you’re taking him despite how tight you are.

“I do believe that is two baby… so repeat the number.”

“T-two.” You were breathing hard as you the pain wasn’t exactly subsiding quite yet. Keigo pushed another inch you and your breath hitched, the girth on this man was unbelievable. You momentarily felt bad for anyone that had engaged into sex with Keigo. Your thoughts were interrupted as a stinging sensation was left on your ass; you let out a yelp in surprise.

“C’mon sweetie, you can count. How many is that?” He stated he softly pinched your hip softly.

“Three.” As soon as the word fell from your lips, he pushed another inch in causing a mewl to fall from your lips. You heard him as he took a sharp breath in.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” Keigo groaned out. You bit your lip refusing to respond to that comment. He slapped your ass again and you let out a whimper.

“Four.” You knew why he spanked you. He wanted you to count and the fact that it didn’t feel like his voice was getting any closer scared you. You unconsciously clenched around his cock and he dug his fingers into your hips. Keigo pushed another inch into you and squeezed your eyes shut.

“K-Keigo. I can’t. Please. You’re too big…” You pleaded him.

He clicked his tongue as he responded, “Baby, you’re barely halfway,” he casually commented.

HALFWAY?!

“H-HALFWAY!? KEIGO THERE IS NO WAY I CAN TAKE ALL OF YOU!” You cried out in desperation.

He is ten fucking inches… How does he expect any person to take his length?

“Sweetie, that’s why I’ve been going slow, so you can adjust. Just try to take two more inches…” He compromised.

You felt grateful that he was at least compromising a little. As you battled whether to agree or not Keigo pushed all the way in and you heard as his waist hit against your ass. You let out a scream as the pain was increased to a maximum. You felt him extremely deep. He suddenly brought you up against his chests as he leaned his head down kissing your neck.

“Oops…” He mumbled not sorry at all. You knew he wasn’t sorry.

“You’re not sorry Keigo, you fucking son of a bi- “His hand slapped over your mouth quickly to shut you up. He held it firmly as he gently rocked against you slowly. The first couple thrusts were gentle to get you adjusted to his size, but then they became rough and hard. You moaned against his hand as he picked up the pace.

“You love it, don’t you? Hm? My cock is covered in your juices which lead me to believe you love being stuffed with my cock,” Keigo comments. Such vulgar words being said out loud caused your face to heat up. His hand uncovers your mouth, and he pushes you down into the mattress with your ass up.

Keigo starts violently thrusting into you at a fast pace. Pitiful mewls fall from your lips as he continues to do so.

“Who do you belong to?” He questioned harshly as he rammed into you again causing a small cry to come out of you. Keigo twisting his hand into your hair and pulling on it causes your head to jolt back.

“Who... do… you… fucking… belong… to…” He gritted out in between pants.

“You.” He continues to impale on you as he wanted to hear his name fall from your lips.

“That’s right baby… Now repeat the whole thing with my name,” Keigo demanded. His hand tugged on your hair harshly as you let out a whimper.

“I belong to you, Keigo,” you mumbled out, tears on the brink of spilling out from your eyes. Keigo hummed as his grip on you didn’t loosen.

“Louder baby, I can’t hear you,” he teased. You swallowed your humiliation as you took a deep breath.

“I belong to you, Keigo.”

“Good girl,” Keigo verbally applauded as he released his grip on your hair. Keigo thrusted in and out at a steady pace. He would go all the way in which caused you to clench around his cock. Keigo leaned over not stopping his pace. Tears fell from your eyes and he groaned as you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

“Your tears turn me on so much more…” Keigo rasped out as he wrapped his hand around throat. He turned your head slightly as he licked off your tears as they continued to flow. Pants escaped his mouth as he picked up his pace, “I’m going to cum in you.”

“NO! You better not,” You quickly interjected. Keigo simply removed his hand from your throat and pushed your face down into the bed in response. His hands gripped around your hips as grunts left his mouth. You continued to moan into the bed as you finally realized that it had become pleasurable. His fingers digging once again into your hips just adding to the pleasure your body was feeling. He rubbed your now swollen bud causing you to cry out and clench around your cock.

Keigo groaned loudly before ramming into you releasing his seed into you. “Fuckkkk…” He rasped out as he thrusted a couple more times before pulling out.

You felt his hot semen come out and drip down your clit as you raised your head panting out. Your fingers were shaking tremendously and so were your legs. You rolled over on to your back and closed your eyes already going into a slumber; unfortunately, Keigo had other plans as his feather tickled your collarbone and suddenly cut the fabric your bra. The flimsy material exposed your nipples to him as the bra became extremely loose.

Your eyes shot open only to be met with his eyes extremely close, he dominated you in a deep kiss as his fingers played with your nipples. Twisting them, pinching them. You whimpered into his mouth as you were already exhausted from the last round. Keigo removed his lips from yours as he went down and took on of your hard, perky nipples into his mouth. Keigo sucked on it, biting down softly causing to jerk. You let out a small whine as your hands weakly pushed on his shoulders.

“Keigo, please. No more. I’m begging you,” Your voice came out so frail. He brought his face up and looked at you.

“God, baby... You’re so fucking gorgeous. Look how defenseless and exhausted you look…” Keigo smirked as he came closer and he lined his cock at your throbbing entrance, “Having you at my mercy, begging me to stop…” you felt his cock twitch and he pushed his head into your cum filled cunt. You let out a small cry, “It’s honestly so sexy… Nothing turns me on more than you begging and crying underneath me,” Keigo finished.

Your blood ran cold, you realized just how deranged and sick minded this number two hero was.

Keigo fully pushed himself in you and a guttural moan leaving his lips, “Look at that, you take my cock so good, baby.” The comment made you tense up, he was suddenly face to face with you and his hand went around your throat again, “I’m going to make you cry, beg, and sob.”

Your hands flew up to his chest, “Keigo, please don’t.” He smirked at you, his hands tightening around your throat causing an involuntary gasp escape.

“Begging already?” Keigo taunted as he started thrusting. At this point you just let whimpers come out, it was no use holding back anymore. “You’re such a good girl for me,” He breathed out in between pants.

This man was praising and degrading you at the same time and it made you wet. Keigo impales a little more harshly as you let out a small cry. He starts using his other hand to rub your clit and you immediately squirm.

“Look at that, still extremely sensitive,” Keigo commented as he released his grip from your throat and placed his hand on the side of you. You desperately wanted him to stop tormenting your clit, at this rate you would cry.

The sound of skin meeting skin, the sloppy gushy rhythm echoed throughout the room as you tried to think of a way to get him to stop.

Maybe I cou-

A harsh bite down on your neck caused you to scream. Liquid stung your eyes as you were forced to focus back on Keigo torturing your clit.

“Ah there we go, you’re back,” Keigo huskily whispered against your neck. Shivers ran down your spine and he continued to softly bite on random parts of your upper body. “There you go baby, focus on my cock filling your cunt up.” He brought himself eye to eye with you, “That’s all you can focus on… Like the little whore you are.”

A sudden flame ignited in you as you brought your hand down in attempt to slap him, but you caught your wrist just in the nick of time.

A low chuckle chilled you to the bone, “I knew you had some fire; it just takes a lot to ignite it,” He stated as if it were a fact. Keigo grabbed both of your wrists and pinned them down with one of his hands. You squirmed beneath him and he gave you a harsh thrust.

“Did it ever occur to you that you were the only one finding the red feathers?” Keigo questioned as he this time softly rocked against your hips. You looked in away in embarrassment, you knew you were the only one finding them, but it didn’t occur to you in a negative way.

“It’s been what?... two months now,” Keigo commented, with his other hand he used his fingers to rub your bud.

“Nnnghh…” Petty little moans escaped from your mouth as he rocked against your hips and rubbed your clit.

“Surely, you’re smarter than that, right?” He questioned in a mocking tone. His golden eyes staring into your own with a sly glint in them. “No… You’re just absolutely fucking naïve and innocent.” The last two words coming out harshly as he mercilessly ravaged your little cunt.

“Fuck… K-Keigo… Ngh...” You blabbered out as a few tears slip out your eyes. Keigo wastes no time in licking them up; He starts making circular motions with two of his fingers on your delicate clit. You clenched around his cock as you felt another orgasm approaching. Your wrists trying to escape a way out of Keigo’s grip.

You had no physical strength, it was gone. He was right. You are naïve.

“Two fucking months,” Keigo gritted out. The smacking of his waist hitting your most inner thighs leaving a faint stinging tingle. Your orgasm was right there, on the edge.

“K-Keigo, I’m going to c-cu- “You moaned out and he rubbed against your bud faster. You let out a loud cry as he continued thrusting through your orgasm.

He wasn’t far behind, in fact, the clenching of your cunt around him as you released was all he needed to cum. He released again all inside of you as you went limp underneath him. Little sweat beads trailing down his forehead as he rocked against you three more times to finish out his high.

Keigo removed himself from you and you weakly sat up, your eyes barely able to stay open.

“P-please no more… I’m begging you; my body can’t do it…” You whispered out. He brought you close and gave you a gentle kiss.

“I know. That’s enough for tonight… I’ll clean you up and then we can get some rest,” Keigo stated. He lovingly trailed his finger down your cheek already seeing your eyelids close.

“You’re mine forever.”

And you were all his forever because of a trail of red feathers.

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keijislove · 4 years ago

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Hi babe! I was wondering if I could request a Tony Stark x daughter reader? With lots of angst and her being locked in her room because she’s being bullied for her darker skin

(I understand if you’re not comfortable with this)

Safe Place: Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

I think this turned out a bit longer than I expected.

Sorry :(

I hope you like this, I don’t really have a lot of experience with this matter, so I hope I captured the emotions right!

I AM APOLOGISING IN ADVANCE, THE HURTFUL COMMENTS MENTIONED HERE ARE NOT ONES I WOULD EVER USE IN MY LIFETIME.

GIRL, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL JUST THE WAY YOU ARE – YOU DON’T NEED DIMWITS LIKE RACISTS TO DEFINE BEAUTY. YOU WANT THE DEFINITION OF BEAUTY, GO LOOK IN THE MIRROR.

PUT A STOP TO RACISM.

WARNINGS: Slight EXTREMELY racial comments, mentions of death, toxic relationship, angst, Tony being a little... well, Tony.

Being Tony Stark’s daughter was nearly everyone’s dream. Well, everyone you’d come across at school, anyway. It seemed rational from their point of view – big house, big bedroom, expensive branded clothing, basically an overall exquisite lifestyle coupled with fame of being his daughter which was sure to earn popularity points anywhere and everywhere. A man rolling in that amount of money would make a great dad... right?

You thought differently. Which was one of the main reasons you did not tell anyone who your father really was and your teachers understood your predicament and played along to your story of being an ordinary girl with no scope for coolness whatsoever.

Your mother had met your father a long, long time ago – when Tony was still in university. Of course, he’d left her before he even knew she was pregnant, and they never saw each other again. You didn’t exactly love your life as his daughter. In fact, from what your mother had told you, he was (in your vision) a complete monster whom your mother had the sad misfortune to meet.

It was her untimely death that had forced you to go live with the man who was the reason you were born and the man who ruthlessly left your mother to fend for herself and a baby. You had tried for foster care, but the agents told you that your father was still alive and more than capable of taking care of you – being the famous Tony Stark and all.

So it would suffice to say that Tony was lowkey shocked when you turned up at his doorstep one day with a grudging expression and declarations of being his daughter. He actually didn’t believe you at first and asked you to piss off which confirmed your earlier assumptions about his character – asshole. After you’d snapped at him and showed him all the legal documentations stating that you two were blood-related as father-daughter after all, Tony was even more shocked than earlier.

Though he would rather die than admit it, he felt sad after seeing your fourteen-year-old self standing at his doorstep. He’d missed your birth, your first steps, your first words, he even missed helping you with homework in preschool – basically all precious moments you enjoy with a child. But you made it pretty clear that you didn’t want to be here – something that made Tony’s already overlarge pride swell like a bullfrog and stopped him from ever getting close to you. While you were busy thinking he didn’t want you, you overlooked a small detail – he took you in.

If anyone had the power to bribe an adoption agency to get rid of their kid, it was Anthony Stark, yet he never gave you away. The simple explanation (that he would never, in a million years, admit it to you) was that he didn’t want to lose you – around the only blood-related family he had left.

And so began your life as Y/N Stark. It functioned surprisingly well for your expectations. Pepper was really nice to you and those few occasions when the Avengers came over, you were able to talk to Natasha about ‘girl things’, her presence reminding you of the mother you had lost only too young. You sometimes even asked Bruce for help with homework, too proud yourself to go to Tony. Overall, you stayed out of his way while he stayed out of yours – an arrangement you were both satisfied with.

The worst part was that you never talked. Ever. You would wake up and walk to school, refusing Jarvis’ continued protests of letting you use the self-driving car, came home the same way where you did your homework and grabbed a snack before you ‘father’ came back upstairs from his little man cave in the basement and a small ‘good-evening’ passed between you two as you went your separate ways. This cycle repeated itself every day. Recently, your life at school hadn’t been going great.

You’d known that your skin tone was a notch darker than the others at your school – something you had gotten from your mother – and this was not something you really cared about. That’s when they started coming – the comments. What were originally small, snide retorts of ‘wash your face, ew!’ (A/N: I AM SO SORRY) had now escalated to them calling you obscene names you’d never heard before and asking you to leave ‘their’ school

Which was why, instead of being at school today, you were locked in your bedroom, sobbing into your pillow.

It had started out as a very unusual morning. After getting comments hurled at you left right and centre the previous day, you’d had enough. You’d woken up and declared to Jarvis that you were skipping school and he was to, under no circumstances, notify your father about this. After that you tried to eat some cereal, but the bubbling dread in your stomach made it taste like dry carpet, so you gave up and stomped into your room, locking the door before flinging yourself onto the bed and crying your heart out.

It was in times like these that you felt the need for something – a gaping hole in your chest. It seemed foolish to even admit it to yourself, but you really wanted someone like a parent. Someone who listened to your problems and comforted you accordingly, someone who actually cared about you. And since Tony Stark filled neither of these requirements, you gave up the foolish dream and sunk, once again, into your self-fashioned depths of misery.

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Tony casually sipped on his wine, putting one last screw into place to make the latest piece he was testing out. As he powered the device on, it vibrated for a moment before the words ‘model failed’ appeared on the screen Tony was examining.

He swore loudly and shoved it ungracefully aside before running his hands through his hair. There had been many an occasion where Tony seriously considered going to your room to just say something to you that wasn’t a monotonous ‘good evening’ or ‘the milk’s finished’ or something else like that. He wanted to talk to you. To you.

He wanted to get to know the real Y/N – what you were like when you weren’t too busy being bold and refusing to appear vulnerable. As if reading his thoughts, Jarvis’ voice filled the room suddenly.

“Sir, I do believe that Ms Stark is currently locked inside her bedroom. She refused to go to school just this morning.”

“What?” Tony exclaimed, “Why, did she tell you anything else?”

“Just this, Sir, along with a few obscene warnings of not informing you about this occurrence. If I recall correctly, Ms Stark told me she would rip out my sockets with her bare hands had I come to you.”

Ignoring the small smirk that was growing on his lips at the thought of you behaving exactly as he would, Tony wiped his tired hands on a nearby cloth before sprinting out the door and up the stairs to your bedroom.

He knocked on the door.

“Go away Pepper, not in the mood,” came your muffled voice. It was weak and raw – evidently, you had been crying.

Ignoring the poking feeling of dread bubbling in his stomach, Tony knocked again.

“Open up, kid, it’s me,” he shouted.

“Definitely not in the mood, thanks.”

Tony sighed. This was exactly what he had tried so hard to avoid –turning out like his own father. Not knowing how to deal with a daughter properly, he just let you go about your business as you wanted, hoping that it would yield better results than what his childhood had been like. Now, looking back at how much he’d neglected you, he suddenly realised that he had done the exact thing he was afraid of – hurt you.

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark, open the door. Please.”

Perhaps it was the please at the end or the way he acknowledged you as his living, breathing daughter for the first time that made you stagger limply over to the door and push it open.

Your eyes were puffy, red and swollen from bawling nonstop and your brows were knitted into a disapproving frown. It broke Tony’s heart to see you like this.

“Listening,” you sniffed, crossing your arms.

“Okay, why don’t you sit down,” Tony frowned slightly.

You gave another hearty sniff and led him to your bed where you flopped down and watched as he took a seat beside you.

You both sat in a very painful, deafening silence for the next few minutes.

“You didn’t go to school today,” Tony casually remarked as you played with your pillow, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I did,” you said simply.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” Tony offered.

“I really don’t,” you admitted as he burst out laughing and you gave a grudging giggle despite yourself.

“Seriously, kid,” Tony said in an undertone, “You’ve gotta open up a bit more. I mean, it’s been like what, two years since you moved here and you never bother telling me what’s going on. And look where that got you – come on, tell me what’s going on. Is it school?”

“Partially,” you quietly said to which he cocked an eyebrow.

“Completely,” you amended, sighing, “Kids, you know, they’re just being – well, mean.”

“Okay,” Tony nodded slightly, “You want to talk about it?”

“They... they make fun of me,” you admitted, “About – about my skin colour and stuff. And I know I’m being stupid, getting upset over this –”

“It’s not stupid,” Tony broke in, “It’s not stupid at all. Nothing gives anyone a right to talk to you that way.”

“Try telling that to them!” you burst out, final letting go of the pent-up emotions you’d been holding for days, “What did I ever do to them – it’s not my fault I look like this, maybe if I could choose what to look like, I’d choose something they want! Just about everyone seems to have a problem – what the hell do they expect me to do? It’s unjust, unfair, unsettling and unkind, but of course they don’t care, do they?!”

Tony didn’t even flinch throughout your entire outburst until you broke down and tears began rapidly pouring out of your eyes once more.

“Hey, hey, stop, listen to me,” Tony sternly said, seizing your shoulders and turning you to face him.

“You’re a Stark,” he said, gazing you dead in the eyes, “You are beautiful, you’re smart and you’re kind. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

This was too much for you to handle and you started sobbing again – sobs of partial happiness and partial guilt that didn’t look like they would stop anytime soon.

“Come here, kid,” was all Tony could say as he pulled you into a hug, allowing you to sob into his shirt while he stroked your hair, trying to calm you down.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever been mean to you,” you whispered finally.

“It’s okay, kid,” Tony murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry I haven’t been a great father all this time.”

You two sat in a now comfortable silence, occasionally clearing your throats or sniffling a bit before Tony finally spoke.

“If anyone says that to you again, I will have them cut up and fed to the fish in my house in Malibu.”

“Thanks, dad.”

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canadadrye · 4 years ago

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I saw you were asking for requests, so could you do an Adam Davenport fic where the male or gn(but preferably male) reader gets in an argument with Adam for some dumb reason, and Adam gets all pouty, so reader gives him cuddles and kisses as an apology?

MY BIG IDIOT

adam davenport x GN!reader

request: yep!

note: okay i might have gotten just a bit carried away with writing this one- but it was just so fun!!

warnings: none really except some small fighting over something minimal, and my language ofc

word count: 0.9k

you had finally gotten a moment alone with adam. no chase, no bree, no leo, no one. you decided to spent this time doing the only sensible thing you could think of; watching a bunch of movies and eating piza. you put adam in charge of picking out movies while you called in a pizza for the two of you. you hadn't eaten anything yet because you got incredibly carried away with your work and stuff, so you really needed this. you headed back into the living room to see which movies adam had picked out for you to watch; and you settled on 'captain marvel' as the first one.

flash forward to the end of the first movie, you reach your hand into the pizza box to find nothing. you immediately look up towards adam, and what you see was not what you were wanting to. him with the last slice already 3/4 gone, an absolutely clueless expression drawn on his face. "what? is there something on my face?" he asked you, still not clicking in his mind that you weren't exactly happy with him. "adam, i wanted the last piece! i'm starving and i haven't ate all day!" you guess it came out a bit more aggressive than you intended, because the next thing that came out of his mouth was unexpected. "well gee, i'm sorry i upset you! you know you could at least try telling me these things before you get all angry with me!" you were honestly thrown back by his response, your boyfriend was usually a huge teddybear to everyone other than chase, but especially you. he'd never acted this way around you before and it was really pissing you off. in the heat of the moment, it didn't even cross your mind that it could possibly be your fault for acting hostile towards him in the first place. you didn't even bother responding to him, you just stormed off to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it once in.

about 30 minutes or so had gone by and you were finally ready to confront him. you knew the fight was stupid and you shouldn't have gotten angry at him for something so small in the first place, but at the time it felt so big. you exited the bathroom and headed back to the living room, where you found a pouting adam sitting on the couch. you tried to approach him but when you entered his line of sight he just turned over to the opposite side. so when that didn't work, you just decided to sit down next to him. when you did, he stood up and made his way over to the kitchen and sat down at the bar. words couldn't make their way to your mouth, even if you wanted them to. you had no idea what to say, you hadn't ever gotten into an argument with him like this. you quickly made your way back to the bathroom, washing your face in hopes that some brilliant idea would pop into your brain. alas, that did nothing and you decided you'd just have to apologize the good old fashion way.

"look-" you still kept a bit of distance from him in case he was still upset. "-i'm sorry for the way i acted, okay?" you rubbed the back of your neck, hoping he would understand where you're coming from. "mhm, keep going" he had a sly smirk on his face, like he was getting some form of enjoyment from his. "and i was a complete jerkface-" he rolled his eyes "uh-huh, what else?" his smirk turned into a full smile at this point and it became exceptionally clear to you, he totally was getting enjoyment from this. "-and i'm sorry about being a big idiot, mkay?" he just laughed and shook his head. "well-" he made sure to extend the end of his words extra long, "-i can think of a few ways you could make it up to me" you exhaled out of your nose, shaking your head. "c'mere you dumbass" you knew exactly what he meant when he was talking about 'making it up to him'. "yay!" he exclaimed and pumped his fist up in the air victoriously. you pulled him over to the couch, allowing him to snuggle into you. you placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head, feeling yourself grow a bit drowsy. "you might be a big idiot-" he said sleepily "-but at least you're my big idiot" all you did was hum in return, a light smile on your face before you dozed off.

"you think we should wake them up?" leo asked to the others crowded around the couch. "no! let them sleep, guys" bree whined as she snapped a quick photo on her phone for later blackmail, but admittedly she was really enjoying looking at the passed out couple in front of her. "oh i so want to wake them up!" chase on the other hand, was having a very hard time not ruining the perfect moment. he really wanted to get payback on his brother for the most recent prank that was pulled on him. adam wouldn't admit it, but chase just knew it was him who did it. "he really pulled a good one didn't he?" mrs. davenport said as she passed into the kitchen to get something started for dinner. let's just say you guys woke up to an audience admiring the tooth-rottingly sweet moment in front of them.

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officialscaramouche · 4 years ago

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May I request a reader who can't remember Scaramouche? like they have amnesia or under a spell or something like that. Thank you!

the ending was inspired by another amnesia fic I read a long time ago 🥰

pairing: gn!reader x Scaramouche

warnings: he says fuck I think once

word count: 1,241

You could barely open your eyes. You felt an incredible sharp, stinging pain on your left side and reached to hold onto it. A hand stopped yours and threw it back over the shoulder it originally sat on. Someone was carrying you. You rested your head on their left shoulder, your legs in their arms. Who was it though? You pried your eyes open with as much force as you could muster within your eyelids. “Don’t turn your neck!” The person carrying you shouted. In front of you, running behind the person carrying you was someone you knew very well. He looked scared, something that he never expressed before. He stared at you and muttered some words that you couldn’t hear, and reached for your hand that hung over the shoulder. His smile was the last thing you saw.

When you awoke you were in a tent— one that you often slept in. The tent was red with gold accents. It darkened into a deep maroon at the peak in which you stared at. You knew this tent, but why were you in it? You sat up, your abdomen convulsing from the pain that shot through your body. “Agh!” You cried out, clutching tightly to where it hurt the most.

Footsteps hurried outside your tent, stomping in the gravel. You heard quiet bickering and a soft tumble before the fabric of your tent flew open. You recognized the insignias he wore on his sleeves, marking him as not only a sergeant, but also the captain of your current deployment. His outfit was boyish, almost— a t-shirt, shorts that rose above the knee, and sandals. He looked like he was here on vacation, but his gear said otherwise. He had short, purple hair and two streaks of white on the back. He also wore a decorative piece on his chest, a circular piece with the electro element design in the middle.

“[Y/N], you’re awake,” he said in a hushed tone as he ran to your bedside. Other faces peeked in, one of them donning the badge of second lieutenant. “Please don’t sit up, or you’ll open your wounds.”

You looked at him dumbfounded. You didn’t know who these people were, or what assignment you were on, but you did know that both of them were your superiors. “Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“No, sir…thank you.” Was all you said.

“Okay, well lay back down. I’m going to check your injuries.” Your captain lifted up your shirt as he spoke. You slapped his hand away before he could peek underneath, pulling up the blanket over you to cover yourself.

“I’m…sorry Captain. Is there not a medic here?”

He grabbed your hand and held it away, so that he could continue observing you without your fighting. “You are the medic.” He spat, rolling his eyes. “Now let me look before you piss me off.”

So you were the team’s medic and you had gotten badly injured. But doing what? And when? “Um, Captain?” You asked, looking away as he undid the bandages wrapped around your chest. He hummed in response, not bothering to look at you as he was busy doing something else. “How did I get hurt?”

His hands stilled, and he brought your shirt down to look at you. “Do you not remember?”

The look in his eyes was familiar. He was so calm, and clearly had an attitude. He tried to come off as cool and collected, but his pupils trembled as he watched you, as if scared of your next words. “…No, sir. I don’t know what assignment I’m on either.”

Your captain stood and looked over his shoulder at the lieutenant in the entryway. They shared a silent conversation with their eyes before the taller man walked in. His hair was orange and his eyes were blue. He was the spitting image of what the average man looked like in Snezhnaya. “Hey, there soldier!” He greeted with a cheerful voice. “I’m Lieutenant Tartaglia! And you are…?”

He asked as if he didn’t know you, but you knew he was checking to see how much of yourself you knew. “My name is [Y/N], Lieutenant. I’m a specialist, sir, as a medic.”

“Okay, great! When’d you leave on this assignment, [Y/N]?”

“…Maybe…almost a week ago?”

“Okay, and what’s the last thing you remember before waking up?” You were quiet as you thought, the two men watching you closely. “If you don’t remember you can just say—”

“No, I can remember just give me a second!” The men share a knowing look, as if you were characteristically snappy. “I was being carried,” you began, your captain’s eyes lighting up. “And I was in pain…but that’s it.”

“And where do you live? So in case you die in our hands, we can take any pets into custody.” Your captain grabbed a fistful of the taller man’s shirt. “It’s a joke!”

“Uh…” you started, a finger to your lips. “I live in Liyue. At the harbor.”

“Okay, good! You’re not as bad as I was worried about,” he sighed, an obvious expression of relief on his face. He turned to the captain as he was heading out. “Okay, Scaramouche, we can try a couple of different things. I will see if I can clear a space for some hydro therapy. In the meantime, try to jog [Y/N]’s memory by talking about, like, how you two met or anything significant in your relationship. I’m going to send a letter back to base about seeing into some personal records. Sound good?”

Your captain, or now Captain Scaramouche, stared at the ground with a scowl on his face as he listened. He nodded, signifying understanding, and ushered him out of the tent. “Bye, soldier! I’ll see ya in a little bit, mmkay?”

You nodded too, waving bye from your cot. Scaramouche sighed when the tent closed shut, looking around the room nervously. He pulled up a chair and sat beside your bed, crossing his arms and legs. “My name is Scaramouche,” he introduced, coughing awkwardly into a fist. “I…am your captain.”

“Yes, I’ve figured as much. You wear the captain’s crest on your left arm. And the insignia of a sergeant on your right.”

“…Yes,” was all he said. After a beat of awkward silence he clears his throat. “Sorry. It’s like meeting you for the first time…except I’ve already met you and you already know a lot about me, and…”

“What kind of stuff do I know about you?” You asked, hoping to keep the conversation going. “Well…I, uh. You like to call me a workaholic, I guess.”

“Do you sing?” You asked, a bright, excited smile on your face.

“Ahem, uh…no. I don’t sing.”

“But I just remembered that you’re called the Balladeer! Doesn’t that mean you sing?”

“No! I don’t sing! Of all the things for you to remember…” He wiped his face with his shirt to quell the growing blush on his cheeks. It was weird asking him, you thought. It was like you had asked him this before.

“Wanna make a deal?” You ask, rolling over and leaning on your elbow.

“What is it?” He asked, peering down at you from underneath his shirt.

“If or when I remember everything, will you sing for me?”

He rolled his eyes, continuing to wipe his face. “Ugh…you always…fine. Only if you remember everything.”

You grinned. “Deal!”

#writing #Scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #oneshot #part one: amnesia

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prettypinkpuddles · 3 years ago

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Sally Face X Black Reader

♡︎𝙰/𝙽: 𝚒 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜

♡︎𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜: 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕-𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙵𝙽𝚊𝙵, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟶’𝚜-𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟶’𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚔....

♡︎𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

“Hey! Close the door!” You squeaked and hid yourself from the burning brightness emitted from the opened door. A small shadow slid through the opening of the door and quickly shut it, the word ‘sorry!’ repeated over and over.

Your eyes quickly readjusted to the darkness and you saw Sal, holding his school bag and a gameboy.

“Hey, Mask Boy.” You wiggles your toes at him and he hummed. “Was school tolerable?”

He shrugged, opening his bag and pulling out an orange car and setting it on the floor. You smiled and reached down to it, rubbing your thumb behind its ear.

“Hi Gizmo!” You grinned at the plump cat and he purred and pushed himself into your touch. Sal chuckled and sat next to his cat and leaned onto your knee. He began rambling about how his day at school was, how boring classes were, Travis, and a new oddity in the school he discovered. You listened to him curiously, albeit getting a bit agitated about Travis and his infuriating antics.

“I’ll come to school with you tomorrow….” You mumbled. “I know I don’t go much anymore, just having you and Larry give me my homework and letting you turn it in, but I’ll go with you guys tomorrow.”

Sal nodded, holding his excitement behind his mask and simply saying ‘ok’.

“You’re smiling under that mask aren’t you?” You teased and he didn’t say anything, just a noise of embarrassment. You giggled and ruffled his hair, continuing with your game.

“Did you get a new character?” Sal asked.

You sighed, “Unfornately no. They just gave me a stupid 4star claymore.”

“Hey! Claymores are badass!” Sal defended with a happy tone.

“That’s why I’d be a bow or pole arm user. Light weapons.”

You scoffed playfully, “Like you could even lift one! I bet they weight like 60 pounds!”

“Nah, catalyst needs no weight at all. Just waving your arms around with attacks.”

“Is that why you main Mona?” Sal smiled, watching as you used Zhongli’s burst to destroy a bunch of fatui.

“Hey! Mona is gorgeous.”

Sal took hold of his cat, stroking his tail. “She’s also very mysterious.”

“Which makes her even better! It’s written in the stars!” You grinned and Sal rolled his eyes.

“Ninguang’s better.”

You began quickly mashing your buttons, trying to defeat the stupid abyss lector in time so you could pass. Sal began chuckling at your rising frustration and when you started shouting for Razor’s burst to recharge, he lost it, bursting into a fit of laughter. You got really close to the TV and began shaking the controller, unleashing a purple wolf made of electro at the hydro abyss mage.

“C’mon! Just dieee!” You groaned and kept slashing the oversized fluff ball until it disintegrated into red ash. The timer stopped and it showed you with two stars. You raised the controller in the air and smiled, falling back onto Sal and cheering for yourself.

“You really hate abyss mages, huh?” He smiled at you and you pouted, raising a middle finger to the screen.

“Fuck you, fuck ya daughter, fuck ya grandmother, fuck ya dead great grandmother. Fuck you, and all ya kids. And your ugly ass motherfucking black ass son!” You jeered at the teasing enemies, a great distain for them in your heart. Sal crawled to sit between your legs and watch you blow through the spiral abyss. He urged you to use your bursts at times and would cheer for you softly whenever you managed to gain three stars. He undid his pigtails and pulled his fingers through them, even using it’s length to try and distract you.

You played for hours, co-opting with Sal and Larry to fight bosses, help Larry with his trash character builds and unlock all the waypoints in his world.

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You looked at the school’s name hanging above it’s entrance with annoying and a twinge of fear. You didn’t even realize how long you were there until a hand intertwined itself with your left one. You looked at Sal, a smile coming to your face and you walked inside. You waved to Maple and Chug, seeing them at Maple’s locker with a a notebook and a pencil. You didn’t bother to stop at your locker, deciding to carry your bag with you throughout the day.

“Hey Y/N!”

You looked to Ashley who was putting lipgloss on in her locker mirror. She turned to you and waved to you, walking up to you and Sal. You smiled at her and the three of you walked to your first classes.

When you sat down, you heard your teacher make a hum towards you. You looked up at him and he lifted his chin.

“I was wondering when you’d return, Y/N.” He croaked, his neck turning to look at the door. “I figured you’d drop out.”

A few giggles came out from the corners of the class. You felt an arm on your side, telling you to let it go but you tilted your head with a shit-eating grin, “And I thought you’d be fired, yet we’re both here so..”

Your teacher narrowed his eyes at you, which only made your grin grow with satisfaction. He began teaching, mostly boring stuff about biology. The only problem was it was so boring you felt like sleeping, until a buzz on your waist kept you awake. You pulled up your phone and read a text from Larry, asking you to bring the ‘stuff’ from your locker. You replied with an ‘ok’ and continued to pretend to pay attention. Your imagination began to wander, thinking of how big Bowser must be. At least 9 feet, but that’d make Mario an Italian midget…. And peach would be like 5’7.

Lunch was okay, but you didn’t eat the school’s lunch, not after the bologna incident. You watched as Sal came up to you from his geometry class and sat beside you. Larry and Ashley joined you. Larry gave you a look and you pulled up a grocery bag to the table. Larry smiled wide and untied it, pulling out a container of Chinese food. Ashley gasped and asked how he got it.

“Don’t worry I got us all food.” He reassured and pulled out a box of tacos for Ashley and a container of sushi for Sal.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were going to school today.” Larry said.

“You’re good. I’ll steal you guys’ food.” You giggled and immediately snatched a taco from Ash. She made a face and it made you snort. You immediately covered your mouth of embarrassment, your friends laughing at the noise.

“It’s ok, it’s cute Y/N. I promise.” Sal looked at you with warm eyes and you nodded shyly, biting into your stolen taco. Larry handed you a piece of drenched chicken bite and you took it, biting into it.

“Yknow, we should actually go out for lunch. It’d be more fun.” Ashley beamed.

“Yeah but I don’t wanna hear a teachers mouth about us leaving….” You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“What’re they gonna do? Tell us we can’t eat?” Larry laughed at his words and Sal shrugged.

“This isn’t too bad of an idea… putting stuff in one of your lockers.” He said and you nodded, wrapping your arm around him and pulling him to whisper in his ear.

“On your birthday, I’ll leave some applesauce and pizza for you in my locker. Your favorite brand and shop, ok?”

Sal nodded eagerly, his pigtail bouncing with happiness. The four of you looked around to see some kids leaving for next class and you decided to do the same.

“Hey, shithead!”

Sal sighed at the aggressive voice and turned to see Travis, an aggravated scowl on his face. You rolled your eyes at the dumb bully and started to pull Sal to your next class.

“What the hell do you want Travis?” He said, rather annoyed at these interactions with the boy.

“You think because your bitch is here you can act all hard in front of her?!” He shouted, which made you a little pissed. “Yeah, I’m talking to you, what?”

“Travis, you aren’t even worth my time.” You declared and turned away from him. A set of heavy footsteps came rushing towards you and Sal, a hand shoving you to the ground and a few thuds landed in your eardrums. You saw yourself on the tiles, and Sal on his knees holding his mask. You stood up and stomped toward Travis. He had a nonchalant look on his face, asking you what you were gonna do, that you wouldn’t dare hurt him. You whipped your hand across his cheek, pushing him back into the lockers. You stared daggers at him as you helped Sal stand and walked him to another hall. As Travis tried to get to Sal once more, you stepped toward him and pushed him back again, a look of rage on your face was enough to tell him to stop.

You looked at Sal once you were around the corner, trying to see if he was ok, but he hid his face. His mask was clutched to his chest and his fingers did their best to cover his scarred skin. You peeled them off, telling him to let you look and he closed his eyes in fear that you’d be disgusted. You rubbed his jaw, blood forming on his bottom lip and a gross slit on it. You wiped it gently, fear of opening the gash or hurting your precious Sal. You eyed the bruised lip, decided to lean forward and give the blue haired boy a soft kiss. He looked at you with wide eyes as you smiled sweetly at him.

You put his mask back on mad began to go to your next class but he stopped you.

“Why’d you…. Why’d you do that?”

You patted his head. “That’s what couples do. We’re no different, Sal. C’mon.”

He nodded and the two of you quickly rushed to class.

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You heard the door of your room open and turned to see Sal and Larry walk in. You nodded to them and they waved to you.

“Did you bring my food?” You asked and Larry put a bag of sweets on your dresser. You thanked him and Sal sat beside you as you clicked away at your mouse and keyboard. He watched as you looked at the cameras, flipped your bear mask on and winded up the music box.

“Hey… heyyyy, get back.” You ordered as you flashed the red fox. Then your fingers fumbled to pull the mask over your head and a broken down animatronic appeared in your office. You gasped held your breath, throwing the protective mask on, but to no avail. You died.

You groaned in frustration and reached for the box of sweetness, grabbing a soft cookie and biting into it.

“Why do you okay that game? It’s so scary..”

Larry mumbled. You smiled at his comment, saying the game wasn’t scary and that Larry was just a baby. He tried to defend himself, saying that the game was scary but when you started up the game and he saw the shiny new chicken move to another room, he shrieked.

You laughed as he proved your point and kept playing your game, trying to beat the night and advance. You listened to Sal and Larry go on about their school day and you laughed as you kept your focus on your game.

“Did Travis do anything today?” You asked and Sal shook his head. Larry gave you a look as you reached for another cookie, asking if something happened when you went to school. You shook your head and explained what happened with you and Sal.

“That little…..!” Larry fumbled his words from anger and you waved it off, telling him to calm down and to drop it.

“That blond turd won’t do anything. And if he does, I’ll kick his ass.” You declared. Sal smiled at your words, thanking you for your help earlier. You turned and smiled at him, “I’m your partner in crime. It’s part of my job description.” You turned back but saw a bright blue bunny with rosy cheeks jump for you, killing you. You groaned in frustration, hearing one of Larry’s screams of terror. Sal chuckled and apologized for distracting you.

“Alright you dumb animals…. Let’s see what you got.”

#sally face #sally face x y/n #sally face x reader #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #larry johnson #ashley campbell #bologna

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years ago

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Tell Me A Story

Loki x f(magic reader)

Summary: Stuck in an Asgardian cell for your crimes, you meet an intriguing fellow prisoner who you can’t help but start to feel something for.

Warning: angst, fluff (you’re not leaving sad on my watch)

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The ground feels hard. And your head feels incredibly fuzzy, like waking up from a deep slumber by some rude acquaintance who can’t mind their own damn business. Not to mention the throbbing sensation emitting from the left side of your cheek like two annoying disturbances. Were you smacked twice?

What in the bloody shitsticks?

The light in this place is so bright too, you have to squint when opening your irises for the first time to really get a good look at your surroundings. With the light in this awful place too much to bear, you cover your eyes with your fingers to lessen the harshness from above. Soon your gaze trails up witnessed a clean ceiling of pure marble white.

Wait. Are you dead?

Adjusting to the brightness, you slowly bring yourself into a seated position on the equally as shiny clean floor. To your left is a bed and a small nightstand while your right is a see through golden tinged barrier showing the other cells and a single guard walking down the hallway. Cells? Cells!

A prison? You’re in a fucking prison. Shit.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, head in your hands, you suddenly hear a knock on the white section of the confinement hold that turns into loud pounding. Thud! Thud! Thud! And a second later the white disappears, in place shows the same see through golden tinge. A guard on the other side.

“You’re awake.” He says, voice casual as an old friend.

You give him a puzzled look before feeling your face, “I think so.”

He takes a step into your prison where a sword is held in your face, maybe not so much an old friend after all, “As protocol, I must ask you three questions.” Delves the guard, stance never changing.

“Go for it tough guy.”

He remains unfazed, “Do you know your name?” Easy.

“Y/N.”

“Do you know why you’re here?” Uh.

“Well it wasn’t for stealing a child’s favorite toy.” You muse before quickly changing your façade, “But yes.”

He scoffs unamused, “Do you know where you are?”

Now this question you don’t have an answer for so instead do you give him your sweetest most innocent face possible, “uh, maybe you could enlighten me?”

The armored man rolls his dark eyes, “You’re in the royal dungeons of Asgard, placed here by King Odin for crimes against our realm. For that. You will remain until otherwise noted by the King.” Barks the guard, you stare up at him with wide eyes. Shocked and bewildered that you’re stuck in Asgard of all places.

“I didn’t even have a fare trial!” You protest.

“You didn’t deserve one, filth.” He counters before sheathing his sword back into its scabbard and off he goes into the golden tinged door. Out of sight in an instant. Rude.

Leaving yourself very puzzled and irritated at the whole ordeal, you never even got a trial to speak your side of the story. Nothing. Now you’re stuck in this dumb shit of a cell with literally nothing to do and no one around to bother, oh wait who’s that across the room?

Jumping to your feet, you swiftly walk over to the glass; there stands a man in green and black attire, leather bound book in hand as his slender face focuses onto the pages. He’s rather handsome in all honesty, with that dark shoulder length hair of his and the thoughtful expression across his face. You’re now fully intrigued.

Then your mind swirls with a thought, you’re in Asgard. So, this must be prince Loki, the one who failed to conquer Midgard. Soon a devilish smirk crosses your features, “What are you doing down here? I thought princes were the ones to put delinquents behind bars?”

Loki’s face shifts from surprise to amusement as he keeps his eyes onto the pages, “Kings.” Corrects the Asgardian prince.

You smile, “Well this king can eat shit!”

He lets out a breathy snort before finally drawing his gaze up to you, his expression quickly diminishes from amusement into star struck fascination when those beautiful blues land upon your beaming mischievous face. Loki has never seen someone so magnificently enticing in his whole entire life. But here you are, whoever you happen to be.

The raven haired man sets the book onto his nightstand before sauntering over to the glass wall, “And who do I presume you are? My new source of entertainment.”

Waving him off like a blushing maiden, you pretend to get all hot and bothered by his sly comment, “Oh wouldn’t you like to know.”

Loki smirks, “I would indeed.”

You curl a piece of hair around your finger, gifting him a shy smile as you avoid his steely gaze. “Sorry.” You mutter, “I only tell men who can take over whole planets in under three days.”

He immediately loses his humored aurora, replacing it with a slightly taken aback yet somewhat pissed off one. “Ouch. But I can’t image you’re any clever if you happen to be stuck down here with me.”

You point up a finger, “On the contraire, my faults are less hefty then your own. So who really lost here?”

“From the looks of it. Both of us.”

You nod, “That is a truthful observation, but what has gifted us a sentence in exile are two entirely different sides to the relatively same coin.”

“Mine being, failure to conquer and rule Midgard. And yours being?”

“Fine. I’ll satiate your appetite.” He raises a brow as you trail your hand down the buzzing glass, “I may have tried to steal some pretty gems downstairs. Blah blah and I got caught by some lady named Frigga who’s a lot more skilled with magic then I had first realized and now I’m here. Granted I don’t remember getting to said “here” but alas my body remains.”

Loki smirks, “My deer mother got the best of you. How is she up in the real world these days?”

“Oh you know, told me she loves reading, doing the usual witchy stuff, and she hates you so go burn in hell for eternity you shit head little boy.”

Loki could have choked on his own spit, “Pardon me?”

“You heard me, she said she loves you. Is that not what you heard? I really thought I was being pretty clear.”

The Asgardian prince shakes his head, “Forget I asked.” Turning around once again to find his way onto the comfortable looking mattress, new book in hand.

You pout at the lack of attention, what did you say to annoy him? Was it the little shit head boy? Maybe he’s just having a bad day.

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There he is. That incredibly attractive Asgardian prince of Mischief, just standing there. Reading yet another book in his beautiful greens and blacks and golds as he chooses to ignore you. The insanely gorgeous but deeply irritating woman across the cell from him.

You’ve been in here for about four weeks now and Loki has not cracked once. You’re really trying too! All he’s done is gift you with some telling facial expressions or the wonderful side comment to address your theatrics or harmless shenanigans.

All you want to do is get to know him better. And maybe along the way get the fuck out of here with a little help, and then preferably take the prince along for the ride. If it was only that easy.

Levitating in your cell just because you’re tired of standing all the time, you keep your usual unabashed stare-down with the prince when a random guard marches by. He looks from right to left and forward again before doing a double take over to you.

“Hey! Stop that!” He shouts, lance raised at your smirking face while you continue to float, “You can’t do that here!”

You simply roll your eyes, “Who has made this new rule law?”

The guard pauses for a moment, clearly indicating that he just doesn’t want you floating because he’s a party pooper. He swallows, “By king Odin.”

“By king Odin? Doesn’t his son fly?”

“Huh?” He glances over to Loki who’s not paying attention to you two in the slightest.

“Not that one.”

The guard makes a frustrated grunt before removing his lance away from your face, no matter the safety of the glass, “You can remain afloat but only under my authority.” And with that does he stomp off down the corridor.

Idiot.

You beam a victorious grin as he leaves your sight when a sudden slow clapping can be heard from across the hallway. Immediately do you snap your attention up to the prince who’s already sharing one of his infamous smirks, “Congratulations. You’ll now have an enemy down here. And it only took you a few weeks.”

You scoff, moving yourself to float casually on your back, “It’s about time too. Things were starting to get unbearably dull around here.”

Loki hums, “Ever try reading?”

You snort, “No, no I haven’t. Hmm, but I’d love it if you could read to me, since I don’t happen to have any books within reach. It’s only fair.”

Loki raises a brow, “Only fair?”

“Yes. I have the guards annoyed with me, so, they won’t care much about you. And. You get to read, but also to me as well.”

“That’s a possibly compelling suggestion.” Says the prince, mulling over your words.

“I thought so.”

You close your eyes as a couple moments pass before he speaks again, “But I must decline.”

“What!” You shout in bewilderment as he lowly chuckles, “I might just about die of boredom, you want me on your conscience when I pass into oblivion from lack of entertainment!”

Loki smiles at your adorable face, “Make your own fun.” He teases, though you don’t realize this.

Moving yourself into a standing position, yet still without touching the ground, you press your hands against the golden tinged glass, “Loki! You are a beautifully great annoyance and if I wasn’t stuck in here I would throw all your books about! And then….then I’d knock down your nightstand!”

He smirks, “Charming.”

You pout while your fists clench in irritation, “Fine! I didn’t want to listen to your loathsome voice anyways!” He gifts you with a proud half grin as you turn from him to magically throw your wooden nightstand across the room.

You land, reaching a hand out to launch the nightstand back across the room once more before repeating this action again and again until the whole flimsy thing combusts when it crashes violently into the closest wall.

Breathing heavily, you slowly turn to face the irritation watching you do all of this, “Feel better Y/N.”

Pursing your lips together, you release your tight fists, “Yes.”

He nods, “What would you like me to read?”

“Something joyful…….please.”

Loki shares a handsome grin before giving you a respectfully small bow, “As the lady wishes.” Loki shares a small glance with your curious face before turning to search for a book. He kneels down and soon picks out a book colored in a deep blue, something foreign written in golden cursive on the front.

You slowly return to the ground, this time seated criss crossed as you lean half of yourself upon the glass as you try and get as close to Loki as physically possible. Which is difficult considering the hallway’s short distance keeping your cells apart, but you try anyways. He opens up the book and quickly looks up to catch your gaze before smiling and looking down at the first page.

Loki reveals the smallest blush before clearing his throat, “The Fox and the Raven.” You smirk at his adorable face, how focused and deep in thoughtful concentration he becomes as the words flow off of his sly tongue like molten gold. You could listen to him all day.

“Once there were two beings, equal in skill and game. Best friends since childhood even, but there was one thing that drove a wedge in their long relationship. Another. This beautiful being was beyond compare to that of any god or goddess alike. And the two friends where undoubtedly in love with them.

It began one windy day by the river, the beauty stood, washing their hair by the waters edge with not a mind to mess with anyone in their head. The two friends saw them and smiled. “I shall win their affections.” Claimed the dark haired admirer, Tala. “Not you silly fox, I shall be the one to draw their heart to mine.” Spoke Essek with great confidence, his bestfriend in the whole entire realm.

They looked to each other with clear frustration sculpted into their faces, so, the friends came to an agreement. Whoever failed to win over the water nymphs heart, that friend must stay in their animal form forever while the victorious one could live on as they always have. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe not at first.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months as the two friends would speak with the water nymph as often as they could. Tala in raven form and Essek as a dashing fox. All was going well as they played their little game of love until the water nymph began to grow quit fond of the raven for his talents in the sky and witty personality.

So much so that on the next full moon, the raven revealed himself to his true form before making love to the joyful water nymph on the rivers edge. And so the very next day when the fox arrived to speak with the nymph, he was surprised to find Tala laying underneath a weeping willow with the nymph in his strong arms.

The fox recoiled with jealousy before his heart shattered in two, Tala smiled a triumphant grin as the fox turned away in disappointment before rushing off into the woodland. Never to be seen again.

So that is why you can never trust anyone who is truly dear to you, for love is a fleeting thing and can turn friends into beasts for something as silly and pathetic as a beacon of affection.” Finishes Loki in an almost sour tone as you sit there on the cell floor, feeling a bit off and out of place from that abrupt turn of events.

You frown, “I thought you were going to read me a happy story?”

Loki closes the book, “I did.” Blue eyes on you in an instant.

“No. You really didn’t.”

Loki gives you an almost dumbfounded look, “The raven got to keep his original form and make love to the water nymph what else is there to want?” He questions like it’s the most obvious thing in the entire world. Not.

“The fox is depressed now. That’s not very happy.”

“It was happy for those two, was it not?”

You roll your eyes, “It was. But a happy story should have a happy ending for everyone involved. That’s the point of a happy tale being told.” You counter as he lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Not everyone gets what they want in the end, Y/N. That’s just life, some are fine and persist while others turn and run with nothing of any significance still clinging to them.”

You sit there a moment in bewilderment, soon rising to float threateningly by the glass, “That’s ridiculous! A happy story should be fucking happy! Love is supposed to be kind and beautiful, not this wedge that turns people against one another and supports a game that shifts into jealousy and disdain for one.”

Loki hums, “Well it is just a story after all. Love does that because it isn’t truthful ever, it’s a fleeting thing without any weight that only causes pain and disappointment.”

Your brows soon furrow at these dark words, “Oh and what do you understand about love?” You hotly challenge, voice accusatory and fierce.

“That it isn’t real.” Mutters the prince with a casual shrug, though his face flashes with uncertainty.

You scoff, “Is it now? You think love is a simple lie? A trick from the universe to keep races existing until their worlds collapse?”

“Yes.” Nods the Asgardian, “That’s what I believe.”

You take a breath, feet slowly touching the cool tiled floor as you speak, “You have no idea what it feels like then. So how can you claim it to be false?”

Loki crosses his arms, “True love isn’t real because that just cannot be realistic in any sense Y/N. Same thing as feeling happy or when you sneeze….the feeling is a feeling like butterflies in your stomach when you get excited. But like every emotion given, it leaves and the feelings are dulled or just dissipate altogether.”

“You’re wrong.” You bitterly mutter, voice low and filled with a somber hurt.

“And how would I be wrong then?” He wonders, truly curious to see how on earth you are able to counter this. He doesn’t wholeheartedly believe in love, though his growing affections for you seem to have him conflicted. He still wants to know.

“It is like magic, to be in love.” You reply, a faint smile ghosting your lips as you press your hands against the glass, “It is bright and brilliant and beautiful. It does not come and go like a fleeting spark from a dying flame. Love, like magic, forms from within when let into someone’s vessel. It is a power that always remains no matter where the person travels, or how old they become. Love, in the end and always through existence will remain. No matter what.”

Loki could have shed a tear at your beautiful explanation, yet his stubbornness persists, “A fairytale. Nothing more.”

“A fairytale? A fucking fairytale!?” You shout, voice rising in fury, “You don’t know anything but the lies you tell yourself you heartless bastard! All I wanted was a happy story that made me smile before I’m executed! And you couldn’t even give me that you selfish prick of a man!”

Loki’s heart grows cold as a winters morning, he blinks, forgetting how to properly breath at your heated declarations. He steps closer to the thin glass, brows furrowed in puzzled apprehension, “You’re being executed?” He asks, tone low and thoughtful.

Face falling into a deep frown, you lower your head in shame, “I have been condemned to die for my crimes above. Guess they’re not so simple as I had first claimed.”

“What do you mean?”

You let out a telling sigh, “I didn’t try and take the queens jewels, I tried to murder her..”

“You what?!” Whispers the Asgardian prince, eyes wide in shock, “What do you mean?”

Your gaze keeps trained onto the floor, “I am…well, I was….an assassin. Who, ultimately could not force myself to murder your mother Frigga, so I let myself be caught and taken. It’s the least I deserve for the life I’ve led. This is just how it goes, and I’m ready.”

Loki’s mind races, he never even suspected such a thing coming from you. Sure you’re indeed a beautiful mystery of a person who enjoys levitating in her cell for the hell of it. But your appearance and pose never revealed someone capable of homicide as their profession, least of all you.

And now, his father is condemning you to death rightly so, but Loki can’t help but think you don’t truly deserve this fate. Maybe, just possibly, he’d feel like he was losing a close friend. Someone who he never had any intentions of developing these strange new feelings for.

“I won’t let him end your life.” Suddenly speaks the prince, “You didn’t kill her, you actively chose not to, so I believe he could sway his final decision.”

You let out a breathy laugh, “Wishful thinking.” Just as three guards dressed in their true Asgardian golds walk to the front of your cell. Loki swallows, they dissipate the golden tinged force field, leaving you with nothing but air to keep you from their clutches.

“Y/N.” Softly calls the dark haired prince, voice small and desperate, he didn’t think they would take you so soon but what does he truly know anymore? Your sad eyes lock onto his as one guard snaps metal cuffs against your wrists, and another around your throat before he ushers you out.

Loki can’t tear his eyes from yours the whole time, and even after you’ve been dragged down the hallway and out of sight. He thinks, maybe you’ll return and it was all a big misunderstanding, a simple nightmare and he’ll wake any second now. But he knows this is foolish thinking, you’re never coming back. And he’s beside himself.

Loki bows his head in silent anguish, fists clenched tight as his heartbeat begins to race when suddenly he releases his grip and a small blast of green magic emits in the aftermath. Just enough power to knock some books onto the floor in protest. He doesn’t pick them up.

In the following days, Loki would pace around his cell like a nervous lion. Reading book after book to help pass the time though he couldn’t stop his racing mind from thinking about you. Where were you now? What had they done to you? Did it hurt?

He didn’t know and what’s worse is the guards only seemed to mock him about it, claiming your life was worth more dead then anything else. It stung like a heated iron spear left too long in the hot coals, he missed you beyond compare. How did you make him feel this way? When did that happen?

He missed your mischievous smile, your alluring eyes of curiosity and concealed chaos. The way you spoke to him like a person and not just a prisoner, or even a prince who’s disappointed his whole kingdom. You didn’t care, sure you lived to tease and pester him relentlessly, but you didn’t truly care about his current status.

You drew the attention out of him without even needing to try, brought a smile upon his face weather he was aware of it or not, and made him feel genuinely excited about waking up the next day. You became everything to him and more, and Loki hadn’t even realized this until it was too late.

But now you’re gone. And he will never see another Y/N for as long as he is to live.

Loki sits with his back against the wall, hair undoubtedly a wild mess closely matching that of the room about him. Books, clothing, furniture, and other personal belongings lay around his cell like the aftermath of a furious hurricane. He didn’t mean for this to happen, but when he got word that his mother was injured in the attack by the dark elves and freed prisoners. He new it was his fault, he led them to freedom after all.

With his mother healing from her non fatal wounds, and the loss of his dear Y/N to the axe. Loki has been doing less then tremendous these past few weeks, clearly. The prince now closes his weary eyes, breathing steadily as a new presence makes itself known across the golden tinged glass. He doesn’t care to look.

“Well don’t you look sad.” Teases a familiar voice, not condescending but just enough to make him laugh if he felt like it.

He opens his eyes to find your smirking face, body safe and sound wrapped in a cloak of white and intricately laced gold. How absolutely beautiful you are. His brows furrow as he mutters, “You’re just an illusion.” Voice horse and filled with doubt.

You raise a brow, “So is this?” You ask in reference to the clean cut illusion Loki is controlling, “I think not. I can see right through it.”

He forgot about the illusion he’s been creating since his breakdown, of course you’d see right through it, “You died. And my mother is hurt.”

“So you lost control within yourself and chose self deprecation? And apparently…chaos.” The trickster god rolls his tired eyes which causes you to chuckle, “I see my passing onto greater things has weakened your ego.”

He scoffs, “Your ghost form does not amuse me.”

Taking a glance down the vacant hallway, you step right through the golden tinged force field like it’s nothing more then air. “Loki Laufeyson, I am not a phantom or a dreary pigment of your imagination you foolish prick. I am Y/N, Goddess of Chaos and Magic. And someone who has missed you deeply.”

Loki frowns, blue eyes focused up at your truthful face as he sighs, “I….I don’t think I understand what is happening.”

You approach his side before kneeling down to reach his level, you two have never been this close before, “My tale was true as the forming of this realm itself. But your mother saw me for who I am, not what I have been enchanted to do with my life. So she gave me another chance to live, and so I did. To protect her and guard her until she deems otherwise, that’s why I’m still alive and that’s why your mother still has a beating heart.”

Loki reaches out for your hand that you gladly let him take, “Those prisoners..”

“I killed them. Every last one of those fuckers and the damn dark elves who attempted to crash their ship into the great hall. Let’s just say, it didn’t go according to their plans.” You explain, pausing for a moment to share a longing look with the Asgardian prince.

The corners of his lips rise into a soft smile, a deeply relieved one while you look down at your laced fingers, “Loki.” You whisper before drawing your head up to properly look at him.

“Yes.”

“I’m still counting on a better story.” You muse as he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Unfortunately none of these books happen to provide a decent tale, my dear.”

You gently squeeze his hand, “In that case I’ll bring you all the books stuffed in that giant library. There’s bound to be a good one, something happy.”

“I’d like that.” Nods the prince.

You smile, “But I have to ask you one thing.”

“Of course.”

“Did you miss me?”

Loki squeezes your hand right back, “More then I’d ever missed anyone.” Reveals the dark haired prince as he reaches up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, though his fingers linger on your cheek a moment longer before he slowly pulls them away and into his lap.

You can’t help but snicker which causes his face to scrunch up in puzzled embarrassment. Immediately do you reach up to cup his cheek, “I felt the same way. And I think I might feel a bit more too, quit possibly a lot more. No. Yes definitely a lot more then I first led on from a few weeks ago in fact and all I must admit to you now Loki Laufeyson or Odinson..prince of Asgard I think I’d like to kiss you now if that’s okay with you.”

Loki blinks, did he hear you right? “oh.” He mumbles, clearly unsure of himself or whatever wonderful thing you just said.

You immediately remove your hand from his cheek, “Too soon. Sorry I just thought I read you right maybe I was wrong I can just leav….” You don’t even have a moment to finish your sentence when his lips press pleasantly against yours.

His hands hold your face while your own hands gently grip onto his forearms for support in your awkward positioning, with him sitting and you still crouched. But it matters not when his lips move in time with yours, he feels so lovely, like a hundred roses pressing against your skin.

Giving you that soft velvety feel, you could kiss him all day if he’d let you. Though soon enough the two of you must break for some air, and with that do you pull him to his feet while you float just inches off of the messy ground. Loki never once taking his hand away from yours.

“How can you….how can you do that?” Wonders the prince as he glances from the ground to your face.

You shrug, “How can you move things with your mind?”

He smiles, “I guess, I just can. A terribly lackluster explanation I know, but perhaps I’m not truly certain how either.”

“Well let’s not dwell on the unknown for too long, this moment right now is too sacred for anything else. And though I have to leave, I will return to you…..and next time with more books. Then you will have no choice then to read them all to me.”

Loki hums, “I don’t see a problem there.” Before whispering in your ear, “Maybe bring some wine, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend an evening.”

You share a bright grin, “As the spoiled prince asks, but it will cost you.”

Loki raises an intrigued brow, “Cost what?”

“A kiss. Before and after I do your bidding. Can you settle for those terms?”

Loki’s lips pull into an adorable smile, cheeks almost dusting pink at your new flash of boldness. He’s never met anyone quit like you in all his years alive. “I believe those terms are acceptable.”

You give him a wink, “Good. See you then.” And with that do you crash your lips against his for on more heated embrace before leaving one final kiss to his slender cheek and floating out of the cell you go. Stopping behind the glass to give your new lover one last fleeting look, “Miss me you prick.”

Loki smirks, “Always.”

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 4 years ago

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i can hate you sometimes || h. styles

warnings: pre-covid, mentions of sex, swearing, kissing

word count: 2.2k

summary: you and harry have mutual friends, but that doesn’t mean you two are friends. but when harry gets caught in the rain and you’re the closest person he can turn to, it makes for a much more awkward night...

Though you could respect Harry’s artistic abilities when it came to creating music, you could barely tolerate him as a person. Likewise, he wasn’t at all too fond of you. You shared friends in common, which often unfortunately resulted in many a night out with him and your mutual friends.

Yes, Harry was a respectful man. That was perhaps the one thing you could say didn’t irritate you about him. Everything else, the subtle cockiness he played off as jokes; the incessant need to be centre of attention; the bloated ego, which left him thinking he was above everyone else, all of that stuff, you couldn’t stand. But he wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying time with your friends, so you continued to go out drinking with them or go out for big meals with them or on lavish holidays with them. Unfortunately, he had the same mindset. You were both very stubborn.

Going out with your friends when Harry was there seemed like a difficult task at first. But if you sat at the opposite end of the table or stayed fairly distant in a club, the night tended to run smoothly. The one time you’d been left alone was around a year ago when you and Harry had gone out for dinner with Sarah and Mitch. Sarah had gone to the toilet and Mitch had gone to pay the bill. It had been two or three minutes maybe, but it felt like long, excruciating hours. Days, even. You’d distracted yourself by finishing off your wine and trying hard to look anywhere but in Harry’s direction. He’d busied himself with his phone and trying hard to look anywhere but your direction. But, either way, it had been perhaps the most awkward experience of your life.

And now, on a quiet Sunday evening, you found yourself preparing some pasta. Your dog, albeit too big for his own good, was curled up in front of the fireplace. You had your laptop set up on your coffee table, your classical music playlist floating through your house.

It had begun raining heavily about five minutes ago. The droplets were pelting down on your large windows. You had some candles set up and a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table in your living room. It was the perfect romantic evening for one.

A knock on your front door took your attention from the boiling water before you. You quickly jogged through to your hallway, opening the door. And, much to your surprise and perhaps disappointment, you were met with the face of Harry Styles. “Can I help you?” you asked, staring at him expectantly.

He sighed, almost embarrassed to ask, but said, “Can I stop at yours until the rain passes?”

You looked him up and down. Stop at yours? Why did that send your stomach into a state of flutters? “Just get an uber,” you said firmly.

He winced, “My phone’s dead. Can you at least let me charge it so I can get an uber?”

You weren’t a fan of Harry (biggest understatement of the year), but that didn’t mean you were an utter asshole. Of course you would let him stop at yours for a little while. Anyone would, right? You sighed, making sure he knew this was a reluctant decision of yours, “Sure.”

He thanked you as he shuffled into your house. He removed his coat and hung it up on your coat rack. Quietly, he followed you into your living room. “Here,” you said curtly, passing him one of your spare chargers.

The entire exchange was even more awkward than last year’s meal with Sarah and Mitch. Benny, your dog, was quite clearly enthralled about the arrival of Harry. He jumped up at the brunette man, his tongue hanging loose. As you tended to your exuberant pasta meal, you could hear Harry petting Benny.

On the few occasions Harry had met Benny, he loved the dog. But, Benny was a dog after all and it was hard to hate a dog. Especially one as lovable and as cuddly as Benny. Harry’s footsteps became louder as he entered the kitchen, Benny, tail wagging, not far behind. It was only when you looked up did you notice Harry carrying your laptop with him. Your first instinct was to tell him to put it the fuck down; it was your laptop - you paid good money for it. But something seemed to stop you from snapping at the man, who was soaked from the rain, in front of you. Usually, you struggled with biting your tongue around Harry. He was just infuriating. “Can I please put something else on?” he asked, gesturing to the screen, which had Spotify open.

You shrugged. You weren’t that bothered if he wasn’t in the mood to listen to your collection of great classical records. It was his loss. Besides, your pasta was nearly finished and then you’d dish it up and settle down in front of the tv. “Sure.”

There was a moment of silence after he’d paused to whatever piece was playing. “What’s this?” his voice came suddenly.

You knew exactly what he’d found. And you practically kicked yourself for forgetting you had it. It was your playlist, simply titled ‘sex’. A sex playlist. A playlist for sex. “I didn’t take you as the type to have a designated sex playlist,” he said, smirking.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you grumbled, your cheeks heating up.

“Clearly. Some interesting choices on here, Y/N. Not as many of mine as I thought there’d be,” he said.

There was none. None of Harry’s songs on your sex playlist and, if he was being honest, it kind of irritated him slightly. The thought of you having sex to his voice was an enriching one. But what most definitely pissed him off, was the sight of a couple Liam Payne songs and a few of Zayn’s. “I didn’t think Sign of the Times was right for the occasion,” you shrugged. “Do you want some pasta?”

“If there’s some going,” he said quickly. “I do have other songs you know. Besides, Sign of the Times is a great sex song. Starts off slow, builds to a climax...”

You turned to look at him. Only then did you realise you were actually having this conversation with him. Still, you pressed on. “All songs build to a climax one way or another. It’s called a crescendo.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s fucking called,” he sighed. “I’m the musician here.”

“And yet you can’t appreciate classical music. Anyway, if you’re so convinced you have good sex songs, name a few,” you challenged.

He spoke as he followed you through to the living room. You set his bowl of pasta (you always had a habit of making your portions way too large) down on the coffee table beside the candles and wine. “Okay, Kiwi.”

You hummed in thought, “What if I want something a little slower? Like, Kiwi could totally ruin the mood.”

He shifted in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up, signalling it had at least a little bit of power. But now he was eating your fresh pasta and discussing sex songs with you, and frankly, he didn’t want to leave. “Woman? You can’t tell me you’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” he said.

“Well, I can. So I will: I’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” you replied; you liked this game.

“Okay, come on. She is the perfect sex song,” he said smugly.

Now this one tripped you up. Because you’d had sex to She before. It had come on when the guy you were sleeping with asked if he could shuffle his playlist. She had come on second, maybe. And those six minutes had been the best of your life. You told yourself it was just the guy you were seeing at the time, and he certainly didn’t mind the compliment. But, in hindsight, you realised it was probably the fact that Harry was singing about living in daydreams in the background. In that moment, the sex hadn’t even been at the forefront of your mind. It was his fucking velvet voice. “I wouldn’t know.”

He smirked, “You’ve had sex to She, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“You have! I knew it.”

“Piss off, Harry.”

You hoped your nonchalant replies would be enough to deter his attention from the subject at hand. But alas, he didn’t seem to pick up on it. That, or he was deliberately ignoring your tone. You were beginning to regret letting Harry into your house. And you weren’t afraid to tell him so. “I wish I’d just left you in the rain.”

He scoffed, “That’s not very nice, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw. God, you could really hate him sometimes. “Harry, we’re literally discussing my sex life. It’s none of your business. And a bit personal, don’t you think? You don’t even know my surname.”

You got to your feet and made your way through to the kitchen, placing your empty bowl in the sink. You could hear him behind you, you just wanted to turn around and tell him to give you a moment to yourself. He was like a puppy. Before you had the chance to do so, you felt him lean over, placing his bowl beside yours. He was so close.

Turning around slowly, you were met with him. He was there, right there. You looked up at him. He wasn’t moving. You were torn between pushing past him, making sure he knew you were angry and staying for a while, basking in the sexual tension that was buzzing around in the air. “I do know your surname,” was all he said.

He was so close, his eyes exploring your face as if he’d never seen it before. Trapped between Harry and the kitchen counter, you’d fantasised about this moment for ages. Harry’s face a mere few centimetres away from your own. You could feel his breath on your face. It was warm, welcoming. “Do you?” you choked out.

He nodded slightly. The revelation of Harry knowing your surname was almost surprising to you. You didn’t think he paid that much attention to anything that had something to do with you. Up until this point, standing in your kitchen, neither of you daring to make the first move, you’d thought he only knew your first name because he was obliged to.

You both yearned the simple delight of the other’s touch. All the pent up sexual tension from the last years, longing looks disguised as glares of disgust and the little snarky remarks used as an excuse to talk to each other, all of that began unravelling at the seams. He looked at you and you looked at him, both of you daring the other to make the first point of euphoric contact. “Harry,” you forced out quietly, hoping he’d take that as a sign that he could touch you, kiss you, anything.

“What do you want?” he hummed gently. “What can I give you?”

“Just kiss me.”

You were also embarrassed that, after years of suppressing your enrapturing feelings, you were asking him to kiss you. And still, he didn’t touch you. It was like he was playing some sick game with you. And then the dreadful thought that he might just be doing all of this to give him a means to mock you in the future. If that was the case, he’d have the perfect upper hand over you. “Do you still wish you’d left me in the rain?” he asked, almost taunting you as he left you practically begging for his touch.

You shook your head, “No, no. God, no. Harry, please.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

“Kiss me.”

“Only if you’re sure you want me to.”

“I do, Harry. Please.”

And when he was sure he had your definite consent, he didn’t waste another moment. He placed his large hand on your cheek, the tips of his fingers buried in your hair. His lips on yours was perhaps the most perfect form of ecstasy. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head up to meet his, you were sure you’d travelled to some distant infatuating dreamland you only ever hear about.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, panting slightly, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t get an uber. Stay with me tonight.”

A smile crept its way up into Harry’s features. He tried to hide how elated he was that you’d proposed he spend the night with you. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, which were parted slightly. All he wanted to do was indulge his need for your perfect taste all night. From the moment the sky went from the most divine lavender colour to the most starry black, to the moment it turned back to the most marvellous oranges and reds in the waking of the sun. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me.”

part two.

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antiherocorner · 4 years ago

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They won’t dare to bother you anymore...

(This is my first Niki Lauda x Reader fic ever, and my second fanfic in general, ever... English is still not my native language, sorry for the mistakes in advance... I wrote this in one sitting, because I got inspired by my one and only @mymagicsuitcase and her Niki Lauda headcanon... The giving you their jacket one... I read it... Loved it... And this happened... Enjoy <3 )

WARNINGS: little drinking, little swearing, possibly smoking, Hunt is a dick, Lauda is a sweatheart (maybe went a little OOC, I’m not sure... I tried not to but... yeah), Reader is female, no name or y/n is mentioned

Word: 1,7k~

You were excited, but a nervous wreck as well, at the same time.

You met Niki at a party of one of the other F1 drivers’. A friend of yours had been a good friend of him, whom owned the place, and they dragged you along, quote “You’re gonna die alone, come on! They are interesting people, and you would be just bored in your house!”. So, yeah. That’s how you found yourself leaning to the wall, beer in hand, in a massive living room, observing people in front of you. You weren’t that good in F1, you had been watching it on the TV and following some news, but you were sort of a rookie in that field. You knew some names, especially the ones which were everywhere, either after achieving something big, or having a huge rivalry. Such as Hunt and Lauda. As you were deep in your thoughts, you didn’t see that one of the mentioned drivers was looking directly at you. Also leaning to the wall with a drink in his hands, his curly locks loosely hugging his face, some have escaped from the others, and were fallen in front of his forehead. He thought you looked beautiful in those red dress of yours with a black leather jacket. Even though you looked very awkward and uncomfortable, clearly you felt that you didn’t belong there and looked like that as well, still. There was something in you which captivated him. Like you had power, but you didn’t want to waste it on something, or someone. You didn’t want to just use it randomly. You even looked mysterious. He wanted you. Only to himself. And although it entertained him greatly, that how you slipped away ever so slightly from anyone who came near you, and a visibly pain started to form on your face, like the whole world’s problem was on your shoulder, the temptation to save you from the situation, to wanted to know who you were, was way more stronger. Just as he launched himself of the wall with the foot that was rested on it, he froze in his steps. Someone else was more agile. And forward. And loud. Also drunk.

- Hey, hey, hey! Why is that, that a beautiful woman like you just standing next to a wall at a party? - startled you the one and only, James Hunt, leaning on the wall directly next to you.

- Omm… It just… I’m not a party people I guess… - you answered slightly taken back, shyly.

- Then why are you here, my lady? - he smelled like all kinds of alcohol and cigarette.

- A friend of mine brought me here… - you started but you were cut off immediately by him.

- Really? I should thank them, they brought you to me, a stunning woman who…

- That’s enough, Hunt. You’re clearly making her uncomfortable. Leave her alone. - A hand grabbed Hunt’s shoulder, and you snapped your head to the direction of whom it might be.

- What? You want her to yourself?! Lauda… Go away, I was here sooner!!

- You’re drunk. There are plenty of ladies who would kindly do anything you say so. Now fuck off. - He didn’t want to start a fight, but he wanted to sound demanding. He really wanted him to piss off.

- Jesus… - and just like that, without a word hi was gone.

You stared at the leaving figure for a couple of seconds before you looked at the other driver in the eyes and realized he was already looking at you, like he was searching for something.

- Are you alright?

- Yeah, I think so… Thank you, Mr. Lauda. - you said shyly.

- Oh please, call me Niki. - the corner of his mouth twitched up a little.

- Thank you… Niki. - you said again, with a slight blush - I think I should go… I don’t want to start more drama, and I have already stayed more than I am comfortable with… My friend will be fine, I just get a taxi or something… - you trailed off, halfly speaking to him, halfly just thinking out loud - I shouldn’t have come… - you added quietly, but he picked it up.

- Wait! Please… Come out with me to the balcony… Get some fresh air. You look a little bit railed up, I don’t want you to leave alone like this, to be honest. - he tried so say it as casual as possible, but he really was worried for you. A little bit. Maybe. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either.

You didn’t know what to say, so without thinking you just nod slightly and let him led you towards the balcony. As you passed by the dancing figures of the party, you felt Niki’s hand touch the lower of your back. He didn’t want to startle you more than this, he just wanted to make sure that no one could bump into you, and you could get to the damn balcony as soon as possibble. Well, that’s what he said to himself in that moment, that was the reason why he touched you, surely. He relaxed a little bit, when you weren’t complaining. And you certainly weren't planning to. On the balcony you just chatted for a while. You told him your name, why you were there, your job, little things like these. In exchange he told you about himself, his job, and how this season was going for him, his plans for the remaining time of the race. You also told him that you followed his race, the whole season, but you didn’t know everything, or rather didn’t understand everything. You liked cars, but you were no mechanic. There were a whole two weeks until the next race, which took place in the city. He offered you to go with him to his garage the next day. He could show you some stuff which might interest you. He also offered you to drive you home if you still want to leave, so you didn’t have to take a taxi or worse. You weren’t sure why, you just met this man, but there was a spark between the two of you. You said yes to him. For both things.

And now here you were, awkwardly standing at the Ferrari’s garage. During the last 2 weeks, you got to know Niki pretty well. You met him nearly everyday, either in his garage, talking to you while patching up the car, or taking you out to drinking. You weren’t together or anything. But you did liked him. A lot. You could see how he was sometimes stubborn and quick-tempered, but with you, he was way more softer. Although he rather did not show this side of him to anyone else. It was only for you. He wanted you to come to this race, but he didn’t want to drag you into any kind of gossip, which was very common in the F1 family, so you came here alone, he was already here. He got you a full-pass, so you could come to his garage, without anyone stopping you. You couldn’t see him yet, so you just stood there, out of the way of everyone. You felt a hand on your back.

- Well, well, isn’t that the beautiful lady from the that party? You missed me? - fuckin’ Hunt.

- I’m not here for you, Hunt. - you tried to say it as cold as humanly possible.

- Are you mad about our drunk incident? Look, let’s talk about that… - he stepped a few inch closer to you, as you would have liked it, trying to intimidate you.

- Get off her before I run you over with my car. - Niki appeared out of nowhere, his eyes were shooting lightnings. If looks could kill...

- Whoa, easy there Lauda. You really came here for him? - Hunt looked at you in disbelief - You have an interesting taste… - he trailed off as he walked away, again, no more words, grinning to himself.

Niki went to go after him to hit that grin off of Hunt’s face, but you grabbed his arm.

- Calm down, it’s okay. You have to concentrate on the race. Don’t let him get under your skin. - you tried to reason him, and it seemed to work. You had his full attention.

You only noticed it now, that in his free hand there was a jacket, a red one, just like his suit. He freed himself from your grasp, and showed you the back of the jacket. NIKI LAUDA was printed on it, with huge letters. Without letting you say anything, he grabbed it, and put it over your shoulders. He carefully fixed it, so it looked good on you.

- What’s this for? - you smiled, you liked the jacket that was given to you by him.

- Just to show everyone who you support, so they won’t dare to bother you anymore. - ha said casually, grinning proudly.

- Okay - you laughed - I am only here to only support you.

- Good. - he beamed at you.

You heard a voice calling for attention. The drivers had to get into their cars. Niki was ready to go but before he could have left you, you stepped on your tiptoes, put one of your hands on the side of his face, and gave a little peck on the other side.

- I’ll be waiting for you right here. Fuck Hunt up. - you whispered into his ear.

You moved back, but Niki quickly took a hold on you, before you went to far from him.

- I might be in love with you… Can I take you out to a dinner? - he asked with the biggest grin you had saw on him.

- As a date?

- Yes. - he said with confidence.

- Only if you win… - you smiled mischievously.

- Deal. - he returned the same smile.

He let go of you and stormed to his crew and car. He jumped into his car and put on his helmet. Before he closed of its lid, he looked at you last time. You locked eyes and he winked at you. You blushed deep, but kept smiling as he drove off to the track.

This is gonna be a good day...

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 3 years ago

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Pressing Issues

*Dick Grayson x Reader

*Summary: Detective Dick Grayson has never been annoyed by another person as much as journalist Reader.

*Warnings: Swearing, talks of gun violence (relevant to a case Dick is working on), mention of robbery (case mention), cop stuff. Let me know if I missed anything.

*A/N: I made a post talking about this idea a while ago and finally wrote it.

Tip Jar

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When Detective Dick Grayson stepped on the scene, he didn’t expect anything different from what was told to him on the way there. He went about doing his thing - talking to the officers on the scene, chatting with CSI - when he heard his partner let out an exaggerated groan. Dick looked over, confused at the noise. His partner just rolled his eyes, nodding towards a woman with a press badge. “Man, why’d they send her?”

“Who’s that?” Dick asked. He’d never seen her before, but she was definitely attractive. He’d had a few press statements on other cases, and he never really saw the issue with the press. Maybe that was just from growing up around Bruce and all the media attention that brought, but the journalists he’d spoken to in Bludhaven had never been rude to him.

“That’s (y/n), she’s a monster.” His partner provided no further explanation as the woman walked up to them.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you can’t be on the scene,” Dick immediately said. He was surprised the other officers didn’t stop her at the tape.

“Right, but those officers weren’t giving me any answers,” she told him. His partner let out a laugh.

“Grayson, you can deal with her, just get her out of the tape,” his partner said.

“Rodriguez, always nice to see you.” She smiled at his partner, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Haven’t gotten any better at your job since the last time we spoke, have you?”

“Grayson, get her out of here.” Rodriguez lost any amusement he had with the woman, and Dick knew he should get the journalist out of there before things escalated even further. Dick led her away from the scene, right to the edge of the tape but away from the small crowd that were always nosing around scenes.

“Detective Richard Grayson, how can I help you out?”

“(Y/n) (L/n), lead crime journalist for the Bludhaven Gazette. I wanted to get a feel for the scene before we put anything out about it,” she explained. “Anything you can share about what happened?”

“Alright, well we have two males hit in a drive-by, one dead on the scene. We don’t know much about motives or anything, but we’re suspecting rival gangs based on the fact this happened in a grey-zone,” Dick told her. It would be vague enough to satisfy her readers, but didn’t put anything too speculative out there. She was shaking her head as she wrote down what he said. “Wait, what’s all that about?”

“What?”

“The head shaking? What, you don’t agree with the police statement?” Dick was trying to joke with her, but he was still confused.

“It’s not a grey-zone, but I wouldn’t expect the cops to know that,” she said, challenging him. Dick tried to think back to his nightly activities, trying to figure out if he missed anything with how the city was divided. As far as he knew, this area was unclaimed. “Right, so that’s it?”

“Well, yeah. We just got on the scene not too long ago.” She just hummed, and he wasn’t sure if it was in acknowledgement or disapproval. “Hey, what’s your beef with Rodriguez?”

“For a Detective, he’s shit at his job,” she told him, clicking her pen as she put it back in her bag.

“Care to elaborate?”

“A kid got snatched, broad daylight, and Rodriguez was the lead on the case. Gave up after a few days. I dunno where you’re from, but where I’m from, we don’t give up like that, especially on a kid,” she said. “I wrote articles talking about it, and Rodriguez doesn’t like me because I called him out on it.”

“Wow, you’re pretty cutthroat,” Dick said, whistling lowly.

“I just don’t give you guys any slack. Be good at your job and you have nothing to worry about.” She smiled at him before turning on her heel and walking away. He watched as she put her phone to her ear, probably talking to someone back at the office. She scared him a little, but he was always up for the challenge.

**********

Rodriguez was right. Dick was always down for accountability, but the way you brought it into his life was a bit much. Every time there was even the slightest hint of a development, you were there with your opinions about what he was doing wrong, and if you ever had any praise for him, it was so sparse he couldn’t even tell it was praise. He was just trying to look through some files to piece together your little cryptic ‘it’s not a grey-zone’ hint, when Rodriguez tapped on his desk.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking up at his partner.

“You got a visitor.”

“God, don’t tell me…”

“Surprise, your worst nightmare is here, Grayson.”

“Aw, I got a new nickname?” You asked Rodriguez as you dropped in the chair next to Dick’s desk. Dick had to stop the groan from escaping him, really not wanting to deal with you.

“She’s your problem now,” Rodriguez said, walking away. Dick almost wished he could go with him.

“Alright, (L/n), what is it now?” Dick asked, putting down his files.

“You have ID on one of the victims and it was a guy with no connections to anything on the Underground, but no progress on the shooter? C’mon, Grayson, I thought you’d at least be better than Rodriguez.”

“I’m working with what I have,” he huffed, fighting the way he wanted to roll his eyes.

“You’re not looking at all your options. Put away the gang files, they’re not the ones you should be looking at,” you almost ordered him. “I’m practically doing your job for you at this point. I gotta run, I have an interview.”

“You’re leaving the Gazette?” Dick was almost hopeful. That would definitely make things easier on him.

“No, smart one, I’m the one doing the interviewing.”

“Wow, who would’ve guessed with your shining personality,” Dick shot back, finally annoyed.

“I’m a ray of sunshine, just not with cops,” you said with your fake little smile before leaving him there. It took everything to not slam his head against his desk.

**********

Dick always thought he was good under pressure, but this was intense. With your little article that came out the day after you talked to him - apparently your interview was with the victim’s wife - public pressure was increasing on the department tenfold. He hated to admit it, but you were good at what you did. He was almost pissed off at himself after reading the article, and that was saying something.

He needed to close this case so he could get you off his back, and he needed to do it fast. Not only did you put pressure on the department, now his superiors were putting even more pressure on him. He knew you were cryptic with what you knew, but you wanted him to put together the pieces. When he was out for his nightly patrol, he was trying to piece together what little hints you dropped.

Dick had to admitted he was silently fuming as he sat on the rooftop across from the scene of the crime. After all, what did you know? It’s not like you had access to the databases he did, both legally and in the legally grey. What did she mean it’s not gang-related? It has to be, this is disputed territory right now.

And of course something sketchy had to happen while he was doubting you. A black town car pulled up to the block, someone getting out of the passenger seat and scanning the area before going back to talk to someone in the back. Dick cursed as he grabbed his binoculars, trying to watch the scene closer to see if he could get any more information from the sketchy scene. He zoomed in on the man in the backseat, a guy dressed in an expensive-looking suit wearing sunglasses at night (like an asshole), silver rings adorning his fingers.

“No way,” Dick mumbled, taking a picture of the rings to send to Barbara later. One of them in particular looked familiar, but he couldn’t exactly place it. “How the hell did she…”

After whoever it was seemed satisfied with how the scene looked, the person got back into the car and it pulled off, the tires screeching in the quiet of the night. As soon as Dick finished his patrols for the night, he sent the picture off to Barbara. She called him as soon as she ran the picture. “Hey, where’d you see this guy?”

“By the scene of that drive-by a couple weeks ago,” Dick explained. “I recognize that big ring he’s wearing on his middle finger, but I have no idea where from. Can you help me out?”

“Yeah, that’s a Baglio family ring,” she told him. “I can’t get an ID on the guy, but you remember that Italian family we were having trouble with out here? Same family.”

“Damn, she was right then. Technically not gang related. Hey, does the mob count as a gang?”

“I mean, technically, but they aren’t really recognized as gangs when it comes to like popular recognition. Does that really matter, though?”

“It’s a matter of me being technically right, so yes.”

“You’re annoying, has anyone told you that lately?”

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

“Okay, good talk then.”

**********

Actually having a solid lead meant that he was able to close the case a lot sooner than he previously thought. Sure, he wasn’t able to actually bag whoever was in the back of the town car, but he was able to track down the shooters. At the press conference announcing the arrest of the shooters, he could see you right there in the front row with the other reporters. Dick caught your gaze for a second, and he almost missed the small nod of approval you gave him. For a moment, he thought he’d finally get on your good side again.

Then again, the peace could only last for so long. Every single case he was on, he could bet there was an article about it soon to follow. You’d appear at every crime scene, moving on from antagonizing Rodriguez to finding Dick and immediately bothering him. You’d drop your little cryptic hints when he was having trouble with cases, and somehow they’d actually be useful once he decoded them. The thing that probably bugged him the most was how you managed to get to his desk almost every day he was working on particularly difficult cases. You never let him get to the point of forgetting about cases, especially for the ones that involved people that stayed away from the Underground.

He could understand not wanting cases to go cold, but the fact that you were coming into the precinct every single day to bug him about developments was a bit much. Dick could handle a healthy amount of shit talking, but there was just something about your shit talking that got him on edge. Everything about you just got under his skin, and seeing you so often was really not helping that out. It got to the point where he started trying to avoid you just to keep his sanity.

“Grayson, (L/n) just got on the scene, you wanna run?” Rodriguez asked as soon as he spotted you talking to the officers at the tape. Dick quickly looked around, trying to find someplace he could disappear to. The only real option would be to go look like he was talking to the CSI team, but he didn’t want to disturb them actually doing their jobs. Before he could make a decision, you were already approaching.

“Grayson, stop running from me. You know I know where you work,” you called out to him.

“I should really get you banned from the precinct,” he shot back, a small frown on his face.

“You know you’d get bored without me,” you said, rolling your eyes. “So, whatcha got for me?”

“Why are you talking like you’re on this case? Technically I don’t have to tell you anything more than the other officers told you.”

“So what I’m hearing is go ahead and write whatever I want.”

“For fuck’s sake-”

“Ooo, that’s the first time I’ve heard you curse. I like it. So, what’s the news?”

“It’s a robbery, one injured, but we have a couple witnesses and it sounds like we have a pretty solid perp description. We’re just waiting for the witnesses to meet with the sketch artist and then we’re sending out the sketch to the papers and news outlets,” Dick told you. “There, satisfied?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. Glad this one’s an easy one, I’d hate to have to write about you again,” you told him, turning around with a small smile on your face. “See you later, Grayson.”

“I sure hope not,” he decided to call after you. He could faintly hear your laugh, but the thing that caught his attention was the fact that you decided to flip him off as you walked away. Dick froze for a second, not sure if he should be highly amused or pissed off. He settled for somewhere in the middle, leaning more towards being pissed off.

When you put out your article, it was a simple, tell the details, share the perp sketch type of article. Dick was pleasantly surprised that there were no real call outs about him; as a matter of fact, his name was only mentioned once with the request that anyone who sees or has information about the suspect contact the tip-line immediately. He smiled at his laptop, taking the lack of criticism as praise. He was even willing to take the shit talking from Rodriguez, because as far as he was concerned, Rodriguez was just jealous that he never got this type of reaction from you.

**********

Dick didn’t realize he actually somewhat enjoyed your company - if he could call it that - until you stopped bothering him. You moved on from targeting him, bugging other detectives and officers about their open cases. He would hear complaints, as well as some pretty unsavory things, about you from the people you were bothering, and he was surprised about the amount of times he almost jumped to your defense. You were the biggest pain in his ass - constantly bugging him about his cases and making sure that he didn’t forget about your existence - so why did your disappearance bother him so much?

He got used to seeing you around the precinct (just not talking to him), but then he noticed when you stopped showing up. You didn’t show up to crime scenes, you didn’t show up to the precinct, you just weren’t there anymore, and that worried him. He tried asking around about you, seeing if maybe you were there and he just didn’t happen to run into you, but he met the same response: relief that you’d stopped coming around. It got to the point where he was checking the Bludhaven Gazette’s website to see if you’d written any new articles. Nothing.

Dick figured there’d be no way to really contact you; it wasn’t like he could just call your job and be like ‘hey, why isn’t this journalist bothering me anymore?’. He tried pushing you to the back of his mind, but he found himself still looking for you. It annoyed him - even when you weren’t there, you still managed to find a way to bug him. Before he knew it, a month had passed without seeing you. Then, as he was trying to schmooze up to a DA at the Policeman’s Ball, he could hear the telltale groan of another officer. You were there.

Sure enough, there you were in a black cocktail dress, a flute of champagne in hand, talking to someone he vaguely recognized from a different precinct. He wanted to excuse himself from his conversation just to see where the hell you’d been, but he knew he couldn’t risk it. He’d just have to find you later.

Then you slipped away yet again. Dick kept seeing glimpses of you here and there, but he could never catch up to you. It wasn’t until you went to the bar that Dick finally found his opening. You were talking to someone, but he didn’t really care at the moment. He slid up beside you at the bar, ordering a drink. He could see you straighten up at the sound of his voice, knowing he had your attention. As he took a drink of the whiskey in his cup, he turned to look at you.

You were a lot more done up than you normally were when you were working, but he couldn’t say he strongly preferred either. You looked amazing either way, just in different ways. “(L/n), funny running into you here.”

“Grayson,” you greeted, taking a sip of your own drink. “I can hardly believe this is an accident considering the way you’ve been watching me all night.”

That took him off guard, just enough to make him choke on his drink for a second. As soon as he regained his composure, he tried to figure out how to come back from his blunder. “Well, yeah. I thought I was seeing a ghost considering how you just disappeared.”

Not his best work, but you gave an amused smile so he would count it as a win. “Aw, you missed me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far. It was just weird not being bothered every second of my work day.” You tipped your glass back, the last of your drink passing your lips. He watched as you swallowed before putting the glass back on the counter, leaving some bills folded under it.

“Ah, I see. Well, I guess I’ll see you around, Grayson.” You stood from your seat, giving him one last look before turning to disappear back into the crowd. Dick would have to work fast if he wanted to catch up to you before you slipped through his fingers yet again. He paid for his drink and left a tip as fast as he could, scanning through the crowd for you again. You were about to disappear down the hallway towards the bathrooms, and he still had to make his way through the crowd as politely as possible while also avoiding conversation. Damn social conventions.

You walked down the hall, wanting to escape to the bathroom for a few minutes to compose yourself, when you felt a hand around your wrist. You whipped around, not knowing who would be daring enough in a room full of police, just to see the last person you wanted to. “Grayson, let go of me.”

“No,” his voice was firm before he realized it must’ve been a little jarring to just get grabbed. “Sorry, but no.”

“What do you want?”

“Why are you even here?”

“It’s my job. I’m reporting on this damn thing,” you practically hissed, trying again to tug your wrist free from his hold. “Why do you care so much?”

“You’ve been MIA for a month and then suddenly you just appear here of all places? What gives?” He said, stepping towards you. You took a step back, trying to keep the distance, but your back just hit the wall behind you. You were forced to look up at him, the storm in his blue eyes surprising you. Why did it matter so much?

“I got sick, alright? My editor thought this would be an easy returner,” you snapped, trying to maintain your glare with him. It was a little difficult with how close he was to not get flustered, but you did what you needed to. “Why, did you miss me?”

You could tell that pissed him off by the smallest flare of his nose, but before you could take in the victory, he hit his arm on the wall above you. He kept it there, trapping you between his body and the wall. He wasn’t pressed against you just yet, but you wouldn’t be opposed to it if it was. “Why do you like pissing me off so much?”

He really didn’t see the opportunity he presented you with. You grabbed his tie the slightest bit, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. When he didn’t, you used it to pull him down to your eye level. “Have you ever considered how fun it is?”

There was a moment of pure silence between the two of you, the faint noise of the party still going on just down the hall reminding you that you weren’t actually alone. Your gaze flicked down to his lips for just a moment, and then it was over. You don’t know who closed the distance first, but it didn’t really matter. The kiss was heated from the beginning, messy with tongue and teeth but you weren’t going to complain about it. Your hold on his tie tightened, pulling him closer to you. Dick’s arm moved from pressed against the wall above you, one hand fisting in your hair and the other wrapping around your waist to pull your body against him.

“God, I hate you,” Dick panted soon after he broke the kiss.

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t?” You tried teasing, even though your voice was a lot more airy than you would care to admit.

“You annoy the hell out of me.”

“I’m a journalist that doesn’t give cops any wiggle room, of course I do.” He rolled his eyes, making you smile. You pressed another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you still missed me.”

“I guess I did. Do you maybe wanna get out of here?” You raised your brow, knowing he had to know how that sounded. It took him a second, but it finally clicked. “Not like that! Get some food or something. You probably aren’t annoying all the time.”

“You underestimate me,” you joked, making him smile. He has a pretty smile. “But I’ll take you up on that. Just make sure you behave yourself.”

“You’re the one who kissed me!”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You freed yourself from his arms, making your way back down the hallway towards the exit. It took him a second, but you heard Dick following close behind. He pressed a hand to the small of your back, making sure you wouldn’t slip from his fingers again.

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