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legacyofwalpurgis22 · 6 months ago

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THIS THIS THIS IS HOW IT SHOULD'VE GONE ISTG

Noah, Eva, Katie, Sadie, Trent, Ezekiel, and Lindsay were criminally underused in island (and in general tbh), like yeah Trent and Lindsay were pretty important side characters but they didn't get to be very individual yk? like Trent was a pretty bland chill dude who's sole purpose was being Gwen's love interest while Lindsay was left as a dumb blonde solely meant to be Heather's sidekick and they both could've been so much more???

The early outs + Sadie are all so interesting potential wise as well?? (except Justin but that might just be me finding him boring after we got Alejandro in tdwt lol, also I love Tyler but he works best as a comic relief side character imo) like I'm gonna expand on this rq cause I have Thoughts.

Ezekiel

Zeke ould've had a really interesting arc where he unlearns his misogyny, makes real friends (BETH AND LINDSAY ARE RIGHT THERE), and just generally becomes more accustomed to the world outside of the farm.

However, this arc would probably work best as a multi-season thing (he should've been on tda and I stand by that) and imo Zeke should've had his comeback in TDA instead of that feral bullshit in TDWT. Like let him just be a Guy who's a bit awkward and not very good at reading social situations but is still pretty chill, good in challenges (he's got that farm strength), and genuinely just trying his best to improve himself, help his team, and get far in the game.

Eva

The writers giving her nothing when she came back post-merge in TDI pisses me off like she should've gone on an immunity run and been the biggest thorn in Heather's side purely via forcing her to up her strategic game and actually work on her social game to avoid being voted out cause no one has a chance at immunity against Eva. I mean she could've had the chance to chill out a bit, make some friends, and work on her anger issues but still been voted out anyway cause she's such a challenge threat.

ALSO the fact that she never came back for another season makes me so upset like why did we not get a full Team E-Scope reunion in TDWT??? like the teams were literally uneven cause Ezekiel ended up on Team Victory and Duncan quit (this works best with Ezekiel returning for TDA and not being on TDWT so that the teams are hypothetically even had Duncan not quit, with my hc for this version being that Chris was planning on putting him on Team Victory so that he's stuck with Harold again and separated from Courtney and Gwen)

I fully believe we should've had Eva on Team Chris (make life more difficult for Alejandro when it comes to avoid elimination via the Team E-Scope + Owen bestie agenda) and Katie on Team Amazon (which we'll get back to in her section).

Just generally I think Team E-Scope as a group/potential alliance should've been explored more and Eva being the only one who never returned annoys me so much.

Noah

Literally the biggest disappointment from the writers imo like he's literally THE SCHEMER why was he out 3rd???

He could've been a really interesting ally for Heather as someone who knows that's she's manipulative but doesn't really care and will willingly work with her to further his own game.

HOWEVER, a mini arc where he makes friends (Owen, Eva, and Izzy my beloveds <3) and becomes disillusioned with how ruthless and generally kinda cruel Heather is being could be really interesting imo and having his moment of not keeping his mouth shut being him calling out Heather (privately so that the Lindsay blow up still has weight and consequences for Heather) and her getting him booted could make his return in TDWT and the introduction of Alejandro that much more interesting.

ALSO HEATHER + NOAH + LINDSAY ALLIANCE FTW A NOAH + LINDSAY FRIENDSHIP WOULD BE SO FUNNNNNNNN

Anyway, speaking of TDWT, Noah being a late pre-merge boot was genuinely so stupid oh my god like Team Chris literally won the challenge idc if Gwen and Courtney brought back Duncan.

Anyway, his rivalry with Alejandro should've been explored more and having a situation where he and Heather are the only ones who recognise how sketchy Alejandro is but also having them hate each other and refuse to work together on principal combined with Team Chris being effectively split down the middle (in my world where Eva is in TDWT, Izzy is still gone but Owen and Eva would most likely vote with Noah while Tyler and Duncan - who doesn't like Noah - would probably vote with Alejandro) puts Team Chris in a very interesting stalemate which, when combined with Chris canonically being willing to keep contestant if they're bringing drama, the potential for Tyler being medically evacuated in Area 51 via getting blown up by a land mine, and them winning immunity in Sweden + it being a non-elimination round, means that Noah could conceivably make it to merge and make the post-merge portions of the game a lot more interesting.

Now I'm not saying he'd win, but I think he could make it decently far and it'd be a fun wild card scenario where he kinda steps into the shadows post-merge and lets Alejandro and Heather duke it out so they forget about him while he quietly fucks up all of their moves lmao.

Katie

KATIE OMG. The wasted potential with Katie and Sadie as individuals is insane to me like they should've each had a season to shine separate from each other like they were basically blank slates the writer could've done pretty much ANYTHING with them and it could've made sense.

Now, for Katie specifically I think her being voted out early in TDI is fine cause that (for me) is Sadie's season to shine. But I think she should've been brought back without Sadie for TDWT (not TDA cause that's the Zeke and Justin redemption season) and popped onto Team Amazon. Why Team Amazon? Cause that team is fucking insane and they need a grounding force BAD like between the Cody + Sierra mess, the Courtney + Gwen mess, the light dose of Gwen + Cody mess, and Heather just generally being a menace that team desperately needed someone normal to be an anchor for the craziness and a general backbone to keep them from falling apart.

Ok onto actual plot ideas for Katie, I think it'd be kinda interesting for Heather to lowkey latch onto her early on (they didn't spend much time together on TDI so Katie has the least beef with her lol) so that Team Amazon are like 3 tentative duos working as a team where none of the duos actually trust each other (except Sierra ig cause I fully believe that canon Sierra would literally die for Cody) and they're insanely messy at all times.

ANYWAY, Katie's main goal with coming back is to prove that she's a person separate from Sadie and and I think she could be a pretty good social player if given the chance to actually be in the game. Now, I do think she'd probably be either a late pre-merge or early post-merge boot due to her shaky alliance with Heather (she may not particularly like Heather but she was the only person she could really partner up with on Team Amazon and they both needed allies) but before she gets eliminated I think she'd be a solid competitor who makes a lot of friends but doesn't quite have the strategic head to use these connections to further her game.

I can also see her maybe becoming friends with Cody? I think she'd recognise just how uncomfortable Sierra is making him and would be a person for him to talk to when the Sierra situation and the general messiness of the team get to be a bit much (I envision them bonding during the commercial challenge in Japan).

Sadie

Sadie 100% should've been given more to do after Katie's elimination in TDI like the storyline was RIGHT THERE.

Literally just have her go on a journey of becoming less dependant on Katie, let her bond with some of the other Killer Bass members (my personal choices would be Bridgette, Courtney, Geoff, and possibly Harold just for fun) let her actually be a presence within the Bass rather than just an extra background character who kinda just coasts through.

Maybe she could start seeing through Heather at some point?? It could be interesting if she develops a friendship with Lindsay (especially after the fear factor challenge) and inadvertently plants the seed that leads, when combined with some things Noah's said and his elimination coming out of left field, to Lindsay having her big light bulb moment regarding Heather and revealing the extent of her manipulation to the rest of the cast.

Honestly, I don't have many ideas for her but after reading The Other Side by WeirdNCrazy she has a special place in my heart so she still deserves better!!

Trent

Trent getting eliminated via Heather's manipulations does make sense but I just think he should've been given an identity outside of being Gwen's crush and a Decent Guy. Like give him friends?? (I'd pick Owen cause lbr Owen can be friends with basically anyone who isn't Alejandro lmao)

Uhhhh ngl I don't have many ideas for him either but the depiction of his OCD in TDA was horrendous and as a relativity important character he deserved to be given a storyline that was properly fleshed out and didn't hinge entirely on his relationship with Gwen (which needed a proper resolution literally wtf happened to them in TDA) or a terrible representation of his mental health.

Lindsay

LINDSAY LINDSAY MY BESTIE I LOVE HER SM <333333

I fully believe that Lindsay and Harold should've been the final 2 in TDA and she should've been viewed as legitimate threat in TDWT as opposed to just going back to being a dumb blonde. Like

Anyway, as for TDI I think a Heather + Noah + Lindsay alliance would've been a genuinely huge threat if it were written correctly cause in my mind you have Heather and Noah as the primary strategic backbone (and Heather as the strongest physical player of the trio) while Lindsay is genuinely one of the biggest social threats in the game (alongside Owen) and while she may not be book smart she's amazing at making friends and she should've been written as one of the most socially intelligent players who can fill in the gaps in the more strategic Heather and Noah's plans with her knowledge of the contestants interpersonal relationships and her more emotional focus on the game would make an interesting contrast to Heather and Noah's reliance on logic.

Also I think it would've been very interesting for Lindsay to be an active participant in her alliance's scheming in TDI rather than just being Heather's lackey like she was in canon. Let her be an active schemer, let her become proper friends with Noah as they bond over their growing exasperation/annoyance with Heather the further they get into the game. Like she can scheme but still be genuinely nice to and friends with the other campers and her dislike of mean-spirited scheming that goes beyond simply being a game move (e.g. Heather reading Gwen's diary, being mean to other contestants purely to be mean rather than it being for strategic reasons) would be the perfect thing to spark discontent within the alliance as Heather starts to go overboard while Lindsay and Noah get more and more pissed off over how awful Heather's being. I can see offhand comments from Sadie about Heather's attitude, Noah's elimination, and the whole thing with the bike challenge being what finally makes Lindsay snap and what tips off the rest of the contestants to just how big of a hand Heather's had in the previous eliminations, significantly the difficulty of the game for Heather moving forward.

BONUS ROUND cause I also have Thoughts for Heather and Owen lol

Heather

Ok so Heather being outwardly a bitch the second she stepped foot in Camp Wawanakwa was horrible strategy on her part and without her clutch immunity wins there's no way she would've made final 3 imo.

The thing that makes it worse it that there was a super easy fix from a writing perspective! Just have her be outwardly nice to the contestants and juxtapose it with scenes of her bitching in the confessionals and scheming with Noah and Lindsay so that the audience knows she's bad news while the contestants (bar Noah and Lindsay) are unaware of how much influence she's got over the game.

It'd also be pretty interesting for her to have a minor corruption arc in TDI with the power she has pre-Lindsay's elimination getting to her and making her an even worse person as the show goes on. I also think this would amplify her 3 season arc of going from regular bitchy girl with a solid strategic mind to the powerhouse hidden dictator of the game to the social pariah/exiled villain and eventually becoming an anti-hero after she mends some burned bridges and takes down Alejandro in the finale.

As for those burned bridges I just mentioned I can see her making nice with Leshawna, Harold, and Duncan in TDA cause even in canon the first person she properly connected with was Harold and Leshawna literally said "you can count me as a friend" in TDA. Duncan is a little more iffy cause he and Heather clash a lot but when they manage to work together they're a powerhouse and I think they'd be fun as frenemies at least.

Additionally, a possible reconciliation with Noah in TDWT where they team up against Alejandro cause 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' and their strategic collaboration evolves back into a tentative friendship before Noah's TDWT elimination would be very interesting and a nice bookend to their storyline from TDI along with making for a nice full circle moment for Heather to cap off her journey over the course of the show.

Owen

Now finally we have Owen. Owen is very interesting to me, he's a finalist (and the canonical winner of TDI to me) who never really got treated as a main character, he was well-liked by everyone but also managed to annoy everyone at least once, he received arguably one of the worst character assassinations in the show, and he was never treated as an actual threat in the game despite making it to the final of TDI and canonically being a fan favourite.

Personally, I think Owen could've still been a fun comic relief character but his social prowess should've been leaned into a lot more (literally the only character who hated him immediately upon meeting him was Alejandro from what I can remember) like he doesn't have to have a strategic mind to do well in the competition, he can be a huge social and physical threat (cause he canonically strong as fuck and basically immediately wins any eating challenge) and make it far with his friendships and a couple immunity wins post-merge.

Now I know that upping his social prowess might make the whole Al thing not make as much sense but I think it could be explained by just implying that Alejandro's very good at hiding his distaste for the nickname (his whole thing is that he's hiding behind a facade and refuses to show vulnerability so it checks out imo) and only having a couple of contestants (Noah, Heather, Lindsay, and possibly Eva) pick up on his distaste for the nickname. Owen on the other hand, is still a little naive in general and sometimes misses more subtle social cues.

ANYWAY!!

Sorry for this long ass rant omg I didn't mean to type this much lmao

I hope this shit actually makes sense?? If not then sorry lol, I just have lots of thoughts abt this show and how the writing could've been improved.

Granted, I'm not really taking into account that Total Drama is literally a kids show when thinking abt how to improve the plot and I might be thinking too much abt the strategic portion of the show cause I've been watching a bunch of old-school Survivor and Big Brother recaps lmao

TLDR; Eva and Sadie should've had more presence and impact in TDI, Zeke should've been in TDA, TDWT should've been Noah and Katie's redemption moments with a side order of Eva cause I love her, Trent and Lindsay deserved proper storylines, Heather should've been less outwardly mean and needed more obstacles to make it clear how good at the game she actually is, and Owen should've been allowed to be a genuine social threat who can generally read people decently but occasionally struggles to see through facades (e.g. Heather, Alejandro).

massive post about all the changes i’m making in my season one rewrite of tdi! the fic i have for it is slow updating so i wanted to share everything here for yall to enjoy too! <3

i’ll be starting with teams and some swaps i made, then go through the characters in their elimination order!!!

the screaming gophers: heather, tyler, beth, noah, owen, eva, izzy, trent, lashawna, gwen, katie

the killer bass: courtney, bridgette, geoff, duncan, harold, sadie, lindsay, dj, ezekiel, justin, cody

as you see, i swapped two pairs of characters! (technically three since izzy is on the gophers but i kept sadie and katie on different teams!!)

eva and justin are swapped, as well as tyler and lindsay! i have good reasoning for it trust.

now for character changes! (in the order of elimination)

DJ: he doesn’t change too much! all that’s different is it’s him voted off after the first challenge instead of ezekiel. DJ and Courtney were the two in danger!

Justin: since Eva is now on Heather’s team, the queen bee chooses to take Justin out from the killer bass since she worries his charm will carry him too far. uses his fake eyelids cheating strategy to turn the bass against him after the awake-a-thon!

Beth: Heather still attempts to get Beth under her thumb, but without the presence of Lindsay to help make it somewhat enjoyable, Beth is simply not into it! she’s too annoying and unhelpful, so when Heather sees the resident genius (Noah) in danger of getting eliminated, she pulls some strings to get Beth off instead after the dodge brawl challenge!

Trent: Once again our villain is stepping in, since Heather is incredibly annoyed at the romance blooming between Trent and Gwen. due to her changed strategy in my rewrite, she decides getting rid of Trent would be more helpful, rather than Gwen. the gophers lose the talent show, and Heather gets everyone to vote for Trent since he had the lowest score!

Cody: During “the sucky outdoors,” Cody gets lost in the woods looking for Sadie after she disappeared from the group. he returns to camp late, and while he’s happy to see everyone is present and ok, he is promptly eliminated, since he was the reason his team lost.

Sadie: Everyone does relatively well for the phobia factor challenge, but the bass agree Sadie is too annoying and cowardly to stick around. Courtney narrowly avoids elimination due to Bridgette sticking up for her!

Tyler: Tyler was left to keep an eye on everyone’s boats and oars as the rest of his team did the fire starting challenge, but wasn’t paying enough attention. the oars get knocked off the boat by a fish and float downstream, costing the killer bass their win. he’s eliminated quickly after that!

Eva: although Heather was glad the powerhouse was on her team, it didn’t make Eva any less brutish or headache inducing. during the paintball challenge, Heather takes the chance to set Eva up, to make it look like she was attacking her own team. although a few teammates stick up for her, the majority vote her off when the screaming gophers lose.

Izzy: In the three part cooking challenge, Heather and Izzy are partnered up. fueled with a bit of rage due to Eva’s elimination and a normal amount of Izzy insanity, the redhead ends up locking Heather in the freezer for the majority of the challenge. because most of the competitors actually like Heather in this rewrite, they deem Izzy too unhinged and scary, and get her voted off when they lose. (yes she’s still being hunted down by the government as she flees the island)

Geoff: completely messes up the first challenge of rock climbing, mildly injuring duncan in the process. he tries to make up for it by being super encouraging, but ends up throwing his team off more than actually helping them. it’s a very sad goodbye for some, but party boy messed up one too many times.

Courtney: same as in canon, Harold rigs the votes against Courtney, wanting to mess with Duncan since the punk had constantly been bullying him. miss CIT goes kicking and screaming, leaving the majority of the killer bass angry about how she got eliminated. (Courtney takes on a much more motherly role, rather than a mean older sister. most of the killer bass actually respect her! even though they agree she can be very overbearing and stuck up)

Harold: due to the killer bass not fully believing Courtney was rightfully eliminated, Bridgette does some snooping and finds out Harold rigged the votes against her friend. he was shunned by most of the team for the challenge as well, so it was an easy move when the bass lost.

Merge: Eva and Trent are brought back! both were scorned and set up by Heather, so it makes sense for the show to bring them back, as Heather is still going pretty undetected as the villain. only Noah, Owen, and Lindsay know the truth at this point!

Noah: having secretly been working for Heather and her ploys for the first part of the show, Noah is simply tapping out once the merge hits, especially seeing as Eva is back. he lets himself fail and basically self eliminates after the extreme torture challenge. (after Heather saved Noah from elimination in the third challenge, he agrees to be her rat as long as she’ll keep him in the game so he won’t have to actually try. he stops working with her after she purposefully eliminates Eva AND Izzy, only warning Owen about what Heather’s actually like. the queen bee can almost respect it.)

Lindsay: with Harold gone and the merge in place, Duncan takes to picking on Ezekiel almost exclusively. Lindsay is simply fed up with everyone’s unruly behavior, and absolutely snaps and Heather AND Duncan. everyone is so flabbergasted by the sudden outburst they believe Heather’s story of Lindsay being the real villain, and vote the silly blonde off! (without the companionship of Beth on her team, Lindsay takes a liking to Ezekiel! being on the killer bass as well, she’s able to properly see Heather constantly not being a “Girls-Girl” as Lindsay calls it, and becomes her subtle rival throughout the season.)

Owen: my dude could simply not win the hide and seek challenge against Chef. he was found out quickly, and didn’t manage to help Chef capture anyone else in order to gain an advantage. this paired with how whiny he had been since noah left, and how strong of a social player he was, the gophers made a hard choice and eliminated him. (owen befriends team e-scope much earlier in this rewrite since they were all on the same team!)

Trent: not having immunity, and doing very little other than trying to impress Gwen/warn her about Heather was enough to annoy almost everyone. at this point people are getting suspicious about Heather, seeing as the cool musician and the angry girl seem to agree about her, but Trent is just so irritating!!! the girls make a pact to vote him off, especially since he was distracting Gwen so much.

Bridgette: unfortunately for my calm surfer girl, she was simply terrified throughout the serial killer challenge. while everyone else was simply unfazed or only a little frightened, she was almost a liability for how little she was willing to help out. due to her overwhelming fear and lack of help for everyone, she’s eliminated.

Eva: no matter how nice she tries to be, animals simply do not like her. so when the challenge was to find an animal and return it to camp, she kinda knew her time was up. she was the only camper to not return with any animal, leaving her eliminated without even needing a ceremony. she attempts to warm the girl alliance one last time about Heather before she’s shipped off yet again.

Duncan: in the challenge where the final six are divided into pairs, he gets stuck with Heather. Duncan being himself, is simply terrible to be handcuffed too, and while the girls are suspicious of Heather now, they believe her when she tells them how truly terrible it was. Duncan is gone for simply being an asshole.

Ezekiel: when Chris is talking to the eliminated campers about the final five, everyone starts rambling about how they never expected Ezekiel to make it past the first few challenges, let alone be in the final five! as they speak, each time they say his name, Chris begins counting them as votes for him to leave the island. when everyone realizes this, they start panicking and simply making it worse. Ezekiel is quickly snatched from the competition unfairly, leaving the final four.

Ms. Coconut: while the final four are seemingly stranded on an island, Katie goes a little nuts all by herself and befriends a coconut she names “Ms. Coconut,” who is eliminated in favor of not eliminating an actual competitor when revealed everyone technically failed the challenge.

Katie: split up into pairs again, Katie is paired with Lashawna, and they do pretty good! sadly not as good as Heather and Gwen, who beat them back to camp! Chef becomes the deciding factor for who gets eliminated, and he chooses Katie, claiming he felt Lashawna had a stronger chance at winning. understanding and excited to be reunited with Sadie after so long, Katie is gracefully eliminated.

Heather: same as in canon, she chickens out during Lindsay’s dare of shaving her hair off, getting her eliminated immediately from the final three, as she was the first to fail or chicken out of a challenge! (her whole head isn’t shaved, but she loses a good chuck of it! Heather very much plays up her likable side in this rewrite, and being on the gophers allows her to still be sarcastic and a little crude while still having others find her overall kind. she ropes Noah into an alliance early on, and after he stops helping her she starts slipping up and accidentally leaving others suspicious!”

and now… the winner revealed… althought you may have guessed it…

LASHAWNA!!!!

i stand by the fact she would’ve been a fantastic winner, and i love the idea of a “friendship finale” between two characters who are friends, but still give their all in the finale! Gwen simply couldn’t keep up with the determination Lashawna had to win, and was only a few feet behind when Lashawna crossed the finish line!

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YEA! there’s my elimination order and majors changes i’ve made in my rewrite! this post took me forever to write out so i hope some of you guys get a kick out of it!!!!! (i also have an all stars rewrite i may be posting about!) <3

#total drama #the concept of this show is literally so peak it could've been so interesting if the social politics and strategy were played into more #and if more of the characters go proper storylines #AND IF STORYLINES AND RELATIONSHIPS ACTUALLY AFFECTED FUTURE SEASONS AND HAD SATISFYING STORYLINES #anyway sry for ranting <3

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barry-j-blupjeans · 2 years ago

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@blupjeansweek Day 6: Family

Barry’s not sure why he let himself get roped into this. Well, no, scratch that, he knew exactly why he let himself get roped into this. He owed Taako a favor after Taako covered his shift last month. If there was anything that Barry knew, it was to never be in Taako’s debt. But he had had nowhere else to turn. Since then, he had been living in dread every time Taako mentioned doing something. And now his day of reckoning had come due, in possibly the worst way imaginable.

Someone popped the door to the car open from the inside. Barry snapped the trunk shut after putting his suitcase in it and rounded to the open door, sliding inside.

The interior of Kravitz’s car was dark and cool, the AC down so low that Barry got goosebumps on his skin. Kravitz was in the driver’s seat. Taako was in the passenger’s, grinning victoriously over his shoulder at Barry as he buckled his seatbelt. And Lup was next to him.

God, Barry wished he had normal coworkers.

“Excited?” Taako asked.

“Oh, thrilled,” Barry said. “Very happy to be, uh-”

“Dating Lup?”

“Going to a family reunion,” Barry hurried on. “Where I know no one and they want me to talk to them.”

“Yeah, but you get to date Lup,” Taako said. Kravitz put the car into drive. Lup kicked the back of Taako’s seat and he yelped. “Hey!”

“Leave him be, Taako,” she said. To Barry now, she continued with, “sorry you got roped into this. I tried to make Taako change his mind.”

“He’s your type,” Taako said from the front seat.

“Can you kick his seat for me?” Barry asked and Lup grinned, delivering another hard kick to the back of Taako’s seat.

“Fine, you wanna take him back?” Taako asked. “Krav, babe, can we turn around?”

“No!” Lup and Barry said together. Barry flushed, shifting in his seat. Suddenly, the seatbelt was very uncomfortable. Maybe he should just open the door and throw himself onto the road. That’d probably be easier than sitting through this.

“No?” Taako said. “But you were right, it was a terrible idea-”

“Shut the hell up,” Lup said. “I’d rather pretend to date Barry than have Tostada complain to me about how I’m single again.” Barry tried not to take this too personally. After all, it wasn’t like he actually wanted to date Lup, right? Right??? “At least Barry is funny.”

Both Kravitz and Taako made a disbelieving sound at that. Now that Barry could take personally.

“I’m very funny,” he said. “I’m probably the funniest person here. After Lup, of course.”

“You really are perfect for each other,” Kravitz said. Barry would kick his seat, but he didn’t want to get in a car crash.

“I’m playing music now,” Lup said loudly. “Taako, pass me the aux.”

“It’s not your turn yet,” Taako said. Barry sunk into his seat and checked the time on his phone. T minus five hours until they reached the Taaco Family Reunion.

#blupjeansweek2022 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taako #kravitz #taakitz #briefly sldfksd #ise cube writing #mine

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kachuuyaa · 3 years ago

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— MAPLE LEAVES AND BLACKOUT DREAMS.

11072021 ; g.i oneshot , gn!reader , bsd!reader .. again

genre ; fluff

includes ; spoilers for the latest archon quest... ig... one mention of fyodor, gods and heavenly powers, INAZUMA ..a...a.... kazuha is intrigued by you go you go! subtle flirting probably

characters ; kazuha, beidou, paimon (platonic), aether (platonic)

synopsis ; Only one human could make another feel safe in this world of faux bliss. (In which you meet the wandering samurai from Inazuma.)

author's notes ; so sorry if you're tired of my bsd!reader content but it won't stopYaba dasabadaba yoobabababa (blow!) Moosay Abalaba dooba, cadoosay (cadoosay) Metamorphosis aporphis of morkle laborth laba gorbalib (laboratory)

It has not been long since the reunion between the twins, and Aether seemed melancholic throughout your journey back to Liyue. It was to be expected, really. You knew it all along, yet you didn’t bother to tell him. It was quite easy to figure out, actually, yet you do not want to add on to the suspicion brought upon you. You don’t bother to confront him after that, not wanting to make any mistakes during your conversation with him. Completely blocking Paimon and Aether’s discussions, your eyes fixated themselves on the sleeping Chuuya on your shoulder.

He has been sleeping a lot, you realized, wiggling a bit on your shoulder, he rested his small head on your neck. You smiled to yourself, he was quite cute. You did not want to venture into Liyue Harbor for multiple reasons, if you were on the watchlist of the Knights, there is no doubt you are on the watchlist of the Millelith. “Hey, [Name],” Paimon’s voice entered your ears, getting your attention. You turned your head carefully so as to not wake the sleeping Chuuya on your shoulder, bored eyes staring at Paimon. “Ah-” she stuttered, “do you… possibly know how to get to Inazuma?” she asked meekly, nervousness coating her features-- she was still afraid of you. Well, after the meeting between the twins, how could she not? You were certainly at the top of her “Do Not Piss Off” list.

Inazuma. A beautiful nation shrouded with darkness and all things far from heavenly. You have heard of the nation, never being able to step inside, so you resort to the wind; it gives you information on anything and everything. The rumors of you and the ballads of the ancient traverse through the winds you depend on for information, and it has not let you down. Chuuya would also eavesdrop on others for information, his short stature giving an advantage. He would keep the information for himself, for angry squeaks are the only thing that leaves his tiny mouth.

So, no, you do not know how to get there. You may hold the fate of the world in your hands, able to make even the strongest of archons bow at your feet by a simple wave of your hand. Veins pumping with the blood of another world, and another world is where you reign and have died. This world is merely but a fleeting one, you assumed, and while you may have unimaginable battle prowess and an equally indestructible and flawless ability, you simply do not care. Who are you to care about a world which has no meaning to you? You belong here, yet you don’t have an obligation to protect it. Even the archons-- the so-called “protectors” of Teyvat, had destroyed a nation made by mortal hands.

The gods here were as selfish as the ones you have read before you’ve ever come here. Your life was held in another, chained, captive in another's hands. And even though you were free by being released-- reincarnated in another world (you can’t say another life; you know it’s a continuation of your previous one, how stupid), you know you were bound to experience the selfishness of the gods, those replicating what you have seen in mortals. “No, I don’t.” You sighed, looking back at the sea. The sea has always been a peaceful place, an abyss with numerous undiscovered creatures residing in it. “There must be someone you know..” You trailed off, still focusing on the scenery before you. Unsurprisingly, Paimon snapped Aether out of his reverie and called out his name. “Oh. Let me try and think of someone…” Aether began to think, but Paimon interrupted his train of thought before he could form a name. “Paimon’s thought of someone already -- Atsuko, in Liyue Harbor! She’s from Inazuma!” Paimon exclaimed, waving her tiny arms in the air, ushering both you and Aether to Liyue Harbor, yet you were quick to decline her offer. Dismissing her invitation, you waved your hand, and said, “No, No. People wouldn’t want to see someone like me venturing with the bigshot of Teyvat.” You said, a slight tease coated in your tone.

The traveling duo had to think about your words, you were right-- in a sense, yet they did not want to leave you alone. (they were completely disregarding the existence of a Chuuya-fied wisp sleeping soundly on your shoulder.) “Aww!” Paimon whined, “Paimon wanted [Name] to come with us!” Aether simply laughed, and nodded his head, standing up. “Well, if we find a way to get there, you will join us, alright?” He asked you, but it didn’t seem like a question, it was a demand, really. Deadpanning, you nodded your head, assuring that you will, in fact, travel with them after consulting Atsuko.

You lowered your presence before venturing to the foot of Liyue, trying to conceal yourself from wandering eyes. Aether and Paimon were barely in your peripheral vision and trying to hear their conversation with the Inazuma citizen was even harder. As if on cue, Chuuya squeaked, trying to get your attention, and you faced the tiny wisp who twirled around the air, orange particles following suit. “Ah, you want to eavesdrop?” you questioned, trying to understand his body movements. A little nod with a squeak of approval was what you received in return, and you allowed him to do so. You may not understand his body movements most of the time-- but hey, you try. The wisp navigates its way to where Paimon and Aether were, making sure that he was unseen and unnoticed by the passerby. Thankfully, though, he was.

After a bit of eavesdropping, he returned back to you, and you ultimately did not get what he meant, until he gestured-- with his head-- the direction of Guyun Stone Forest. You could only assume that much. Shortly after, Paimon and Aether returned to you both, and you turned to face them, awaiting their statement. “Uh- alright,” Paimon started, unable to look you in the eye. You found her nervousness quite hilarious, your mouth forming a smirk in amusement. Despite being small, yet wasn’t hesitant to voice out anything on her mind, was afraid of a mere human like you. “Atsuko told us that we must meet with the .. Crux.” The Crux, you have heard tell of their captain and their victories. How could you not? The strange relationship between the Tianquan and the captain was being spread throughout Liyue, including their many stories in the sea. The reputation The Crux has gotten for their many bone-chilling and jaw-dropping experiences was enough to make you interested. “Continue,” You replied, eyes analytical, boring into poor Paimon’s eyes. She shrieked, and silently pleaded to Aether to continue where she left off.

Chuuya, on the other hand, was snickering mentally, not only because of Paimon’s cowardice but also because of Aether’s hesitance to respond. He opted to let out squeaks that resembled laughter. Paimon jerked her head to the wisp, comical steam escaping her ears. “Stop laughing, you orange dwarf!” She stomped her legs, and you had to hold back your laughter. Aether cleared his throat, and Paimon halted her actions. “We must find Captain Beidou, the leader of the Crux.” He said calmly, and you nodded your head. Chuuya was sulking on your shoulder, forming a little ball. How cute, you think, and stood up to follow Paimon and Aether to their destination.

Guyun Stone Forest. An infamous landmark created by the spears of the Lord of Geo, known to hold an ancient god, Osial, one you were most familiar with after the battle that forced him to retreat yet again. Guyun Stone Forest was known to house the Hypostasis that you severely resented, as well as other monsters of each variety. It was a place created by a god, and it houses an ancient one-- waiting to awaken yet again. Some say that if you come by at night, you would experience the bloodshed and the defeat of Osial vividly, memories of the god experiencing his demise would flash through your head like a slideshow.

Soon enough, you both were able to board the Crux without unnecessary mishaps, you trailing behind Aether and Paimon, your presence still unnoticed by the rest of the crew. Chuuya was settled atop your head, seldomly wiggling to find a place to relax. He was still awake, though, that was enough. Aether’s footsteps alerted Beidou, who was currently talking to an unknown stranger you have never seen before, and it seems like Aether was unfamiliar with him, too.

“Hmm? Who’ve we got here…” Beidou turned to face Aether, and you moved to the side, out of Beidou’s peripheral vision. A flash of realization took over the captain’s features, and said, “Wait, I know you. You’re that traveler, Aether, aren’t you?” She questioned, “The one who fought against the Fatui and Osial, right?” She added. Aether blinked, processing her words. Yeah, he did all those, and it should be a given that his achievements were recognized, but a look of confusion would tell you otherwise. “Have we met?” He asked in response. He was a busy man, accepting commissions from complete strangers in both nations without hesitation, and they might remember him, but do not expect this man to remember you-- at all. He chooses not to remember irrelevant people.

Their conversation was not yours to mind, instead, looking out to sea. It was far more interesting than what you’re hearing, all too familiar with what they’re talking about. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you shrugged it off, too immersed in the beauty of the sea in front of you. Beidou’s loud voice boomed, entering your ears, which snapped you out of your thoughts. “Judging by the clothes on your back and this floating thing-- and you! Another companion, perhaps?” Before Paimon could talk back to the captain, her eyes followed Beidou’s finger, which was pointing to you.

You stared back at them, your eyes swirling with amusement and recognition. “Hi.” you greeted, you were not one for formal greetings. “[Name], traveling partner--” Beidou’s voice interrupted you before you could finish, “aren’t you the suspicious fellow the Millelith was to keep track of?” Ah. So she knows. Who wouldn’t, really? Your supposed title along with Aether’s name being spread throughout Teyvat, one outshining the other. You were feared, unlike Aether, who was respected throughout the continent, yet you were one who they would want to avoid-- to show you who you need to respect. Although that didn’t bother you, it certainly irritated Paimon and Aether.

“They’re my traveling companion-- my friend.” Aether emphasized the word ‘friend’, making you smile fondly at the boy. Paimon nodded vigorously, and Beidou let it slide, albeit hesitant in doing so. “I’ll let it slide, for now.” She monotonously said, eyeing you and Aether, “but if you do something sketchy, I won’t hesitate to do something to you.” She threatened, making Paimon yelp and hide behind Aether, while you smirked in amusement. “A deal’s a deal, captain.” You muttered, turning your back on her to face the scenery you were focusing on. “And by the way, Paimon’s not ‘floating thing,’ it’s Paimon!” She said, shouting each vowel of her name.

“Paimon… hmm..” Those words that belonged to a foreign voice caught everyone’s attention-- excluding Chuuya’s, who was too entertained by the floating particles around his body-- to turn to said man. “What a fascinating being. You two give off not only the essence of wind and earth,” He paused, “but also of… yes… the stars…” He concluded. You blinked, “Eh? The fragrance of what now?” Paimon questioned, confusion lacing her tone, “That’s the weirdest compliment Paimon’s ever heard.” She muttered, and the mysterious man turned to you. “But you… you give off the essence of the stars, and the aura of the divine.” He stated, while you turned to him, and said, “Is that an insult?” You voiced out, while he merely chuckled and shook his head. “Pay it no heed… I mean only to say I am certain… that it is by fate, not chance alone, that we should meet… and that gives our encounter meaning.”

You couldn’t bother to listen to their conversation, for you were not included. Yet you managed to catch his name, Kaedehara Kazuha. Upon studying his appearance more, you realized that he was not local. The frame around his vision confirmed your assumptions, and you could only wonder what that frame came from. Where he came from, exactly. There was an oddly calming and melancholic aura emanating from the man behind you, and it may look like he was aware of it, too. The group exchanged words relating to something about a Crux Clash, something you have never heard of before. Leaning forward to the railings, you let Chuuya sit on your shoulder while nuzzling his face on your neck. Sleepy, he was, all the time. Though that didn’t bother you, really.

“Does your friend over there have some experience in fighting?” I think they do, considering their unusually suspicious yet powerful aura, Beidou wanted to add, yet she refused those words to slip past her tongue. Aether knew you never wanted to be put in the spotlight, to be the center of attraction even for a few minutes, all of those things irked you. Even though you were the center of attraction back in your past life-- for all the right reasons, you don’t want it to happen again. Tranquility is what you desire. You were offered the curse of the gods and the blessing of death, yet tranquility is what truly made you feel human amidst everything else.

Everything passes, tranquility doesn’t. “They would probably decline if you asked them.” He said, it was the truth, really. “They’re not one for formal events,” He trailed off, running out of reasons for vouching for you. You were a mysterious individual, and while you have been their traveling companion for quite some time, you still left lingering questions on your trail. Curiosity swirling in his eyes whenever he manages to take a good look at you, wondering what you are-- who exactly you were. Perhaps being mysterious came with good looks. “Oh? Is that so?” She quirked an eyebrow and glanced at your figure before tearing her gaze back to the traveler. “Yeah, they're a tough one!” Paimon exclaimed, “They don’t fight unless necessary!” Paimon then added, recalling your previous statements to the pixie. You were ruthless and merciless in battle, cunning in strategy, resorting to being the brains between the duo. That doesn’t excuse your methodical and malicious way of swerving through the situation, however.

“I’m not interested.” Your sharp voice cuts through the conversation, dismissing every thought the wandering samurai and the captain may have had. Still facing the sea, elbows on the railings of the ship. “You, too, are not interested in the masterless vision?” Kazuha asked, and you nodded. “I am only interested in following Aether.” You uttered nonchalantly, and a blush rose to Aether’s cheeks, quickly faltering. “Well, it seems like the traveler will only be partaking in the event. Let’s get you signed up, yeah?” she questioned, “Head to the tournament arena in Guyun Stone Forest. Kazuha and I will be over soon.” She smiled, clasping her hands together. Before anyone could say anything else, you disappeared. (poof! You’re gone, and honestly, it’s a surprise that no one noticed Chuuya, at all.)

Beidou turned to look at you, yet you were gone. All that was left was a little wisp with orange particles surrounding its body. It seemed to be looking around frantically, beady eyes locking with ruby-colored ones. It blinked, and it disappeared as soon as they made eye contact. Was that [Name]? The captain blinked and shrugged her shoulders. It would be an understatement to say that both of them were confused, they genuinely thought that you turned into a wisp. Kazuha’s face remained neutral, yet there was a lingering swirl of amusement in those vermillion hues of his. “Well, well. It seems like it will only be a matter of time before the answer is revealed.” (AWOOOOAOAOAOAO WOOOF WOOF. anyway.)

You didn’t want to be noticed by the Liyue participants, having been popular on the list of suspicious individuals. You knew that if they saw you, even if it was just a glimpse, they would panic. So, what was the best option? Well-- hide, obviously. You were sat atop one of the spears, right above the reception area. The endless praises coming from the other competitors soon reached your ears, but that didn’t make you interested. They have only witnessed him in his power, but were they able to walk alongside him? You didn’t think so, besides, they’re but mere specks of dust in his house of memories. You crossed your legs, blocking out any sounds entering your ears. That is until a familiar squeak is what you heard. Looking to your left, you saw a visibly furious wisp. When you landed your eyes on him, he started smacking your head as if he was scolding you-- well, he was. In his tiny little head, he was cursing you out, and he had embarrassed himself in front of two complete strangers. You laughed, not quite loud, and gently encased your hands on his tiny body. He slept after that.

You only watched some of Aether’s matches before you appeared-- out of nowhere-- behind Beidou and Kazuha. The samurai noticed your peculiar presence the second you got there, really, you had a very, very unique scent. He would describe it as flowers-- laid out in a field, wilting ever so slowly. An enigma that presents itself as a gentle soul, malicious in movement and methodical if necessary. You had eyes that resembled that of a certain archon he grew to despise, yet he failed to sense any correlation between the two of you. If he had, though, he would be utterly speechless that you haven’t stolen him away, yet. You presented yourself as swift in movement and uninterested in talking, although he noticed a playful side that you only revealed to Aether. He now realized that you weren’t the wisp that disappeared after a few double takes, situated on your shoulder. Even that small wisp radiated the same aura that you did.

Just who were you? Kazuha couldn’t decipher you that much, he thinks he has only so little information about you, and he was right. You were a black and white canvas, one who presents themselves as plain, quiet, yet you were familiar with all emotions at once. The ability to be stoic and to have separate personalities were one of your most prominent features, being able to lure your target into a seemingly well-made trap. Your eyes were closed, listening to the waves meeting the sand, oh, how you missed that sound.

The waves crashing never failed to land a small smile on your face, unnoticed by many, tranquility was the only word you would describe the sounds the oceans make. Calming, it was. Beidou’s laugh entered your ears, “I knew I wouldn’t regret choosing you as the favourite!” You opened your eyes slightly, directing your sharp eyes to Aether and Paimon. “So what do you think, Kazuha? [Name]? He totally dominated that guy, and did it with style, too!” She said, visible pride laced within her words. To be fair, you were proud of Aether as well, but your pride was overshadowed by nonchalance. “Impressive,” Kazuha praised, “But I also observed our favorite exercise some restraint, as if to protect the opponent from harm.” He added, and paused, turning to look at you. “Ah,” you uttered, “Good work, Aether.” you were simple, Aether knew that, yet you never praised him verbally, resorting to ruffling his hair. It did not fail to make him smile, though. Paimon smiled brightly, for that was the first time she heard those words slip past your lips. You smiled gently, genuinely, and whispered, “I know you will win.”

Paimon was ready to cry then and there. Comical tears run down her face, hugging you from the neck, “Paimon didn’t know you could be so nice!” Her voice was shaky, yet you laughed in faux offense and Aether smiled, and whispered a ‘thank you', in response. Beidou laughed heartily, and Kazuha crossed his arms with a small smirk. So not only were you playful, you had a soft spot for Aether! Lovers, perhaps? Softly chuckling, you leaned back to the stone behind you, letting your eyelids rest. As the wind kissed your face you were vaguely reminded of the man beside you, yet you made no intent to look at him. You were only brought back to reality when Beidou told Aether that he would be put in the semi-finals, and you nodded in agreement. Aether smiled, his eyes forming crescents, and sent you a thumbs up in return.

After quite a long wait, it was time for the semi-finals. After some words from Kazuha and the announcement from Beidou, you patted Aether’s back gently and gave him a look that said ‘you can do this’. Well, needless to say, he was quite hyped after that exchange. Chuuya squeaked from beside you, and you let him start floating on your shoulder. This attracted Kazuha’s attention, “What’s that?” He asked, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could ever give it a thought. Chuuya and you side-eyed him, and said, “ah. This little guy?” You pointed to Chuuya, and it seemed angered at your comment. “This guy’s Nakahara. A… memoir of a... friend, in short.” Said wisp halted its actions, although it didn’t go unnoticed by both of you. “Hm, fascinating. You two carry the same aura.” You remained silent for the most part, yet a simple sigh escaped your lips. “Hm, do we?” You muttered, softly patting the wisp’s head with your pointer finger. It seemed delighted, unconsciously leaning to your touch. “Perhaps we do,” you whispered, knowing the truth behind this small wisp below your finger. “Do you… perhaps… have some history with this creature?” He asked, curiosity and attentiveness evident in his wine-colored eyes. You paused for a moment, thinking of your words. “Well, if you phrase it like that, then… sort of, yeah.” He nodded after your confirmation, yet your answers only made him insatiable; there were still so many questions he’d want to ask you, yet he knows you won’t provide for the insatiable. You never do.

After the match, you observed Aether ask other people for information about his final opponent. You weren’t bothered to watch the matches that didn’t involve him, however, entertaining Chuuya in the process whenever he wasn’t on the battlefield. But from the observations of Beidou and Kazuha, you were able to identify that seemingly suspicious man. Your intuition was never wrong, of course. He was described to be agile, swift, and seemingly formidable in battle. Well, you would be lying if he doesn’t remind you of someone you were previously acquainted with. “Wah! Paimon is starting to think that [Name] here is our final opponent!” You blinked, dismissing Paimon’s words. “Eh? No, no, no.” You shook your head, “what makes you think that?” you asked, and Paimon scratched her head, “eh… you are fast as well! Fast on your feet! Strong too! You and our opponent are far too similar!” Paimon complained, stomping her feet in the air like a child. “Now that’s just… insulting.” You muttered, and Kazuha chuckled. “Oh? How so?” He queried. You shook your head, “I would prefer to keep my prideful remarks to myself.” and Chuuya shook his head vigorously, denouncing your statement, squeaking in retaliation. Beidou’s voice cut through your conversation, stirring the topic into the final battle.

You, again, did not bother to listen, closing your eyes until someone catches your attention. Words were exchanged between the 3 elemental wielders, and the voice that snaps you out of your reverie was none other than Aether’s, “Can [Name] come too?” You snapped your eyes open, staring at Aether, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, you spoke up, “Where, exactly?” Paimon cut through the discussion, “With Kazuha!” and a flash of realization flooded her features, “Wait, Aether, why do you want them to come exactly?” Her voice was laced with a slight tease, and a sly smile formed on her lips, making Aether pinch her cheeks and stick his tongue out when he heard her whine. Beidou did not want to interrupt, but you know what kind of thoughts are forming on the captain’s mind. Something about “are they together?” Well, something like that. Kazuha, on the other hand, never once failed to show amusement during their exchanges, especially when the topic is about you. “Well, that’s settled, come with me. Some post-match entertainment is in order.”

What you didn’t expect is that he’d completely focus on Aether in the secluded place he led you both to. “Now that we’re alone, let me cut to the heart of the matter.” He began, he eyed Aether, then to your still, peaceful figure. Seemed like Chuuya was sleeping, once again. “Traveler, you are skilled in manipulating the elements.” He began, and that is when you snapped your eyes to Kazuha, fully invested in the conversation as if you weren’t resting your eyes ten seconds ago. Kazuha brushed off your intense gaze on him, and continued, “And not just a single element, but multiple, is that correct?” You weren’t shocked, no. You witnessed it firsthand, and all the subtle attempts to cover up Aether’s otherworldly ability were futile when it came to you. Besides, you were capable of revealing even the smallest details.

“Although I cannot make sure of [Name], while yours were not as subtle as you presume, they give me an unfamiliar aura. One I cannot discern,” He uttered, turning to face and making eye contact with you. “Now, then, may I be so bold to inquire just what power you hold?” Despite the soft tone he presented you with, you still denied it. “I do not have such power as you may think I do.” You shut down his question, “I may hold the aura of the gods, but I do not have any affiliation with them.” You said sternly, hoping that he would dismiss this subject, and swallow up your lies. If anyone knew about your ability and the status you had compared to the gods above, including Chuuya’s, everyone would be against you. The sheer power you hold in your body surpasses that of bygone gods and wandering travelers. You were an unstable yet powerful force, never truly revealing your plans, and never using the ability you were cursed to use again. You never used it to spite the gods who have cursed you in the world you know you will never fit in. You were anything but human in this world of selfish souls, well, you know who would agree with you. (you know Fyodor would have a field day if he was here.)

Although you remained composed and stoic, you silently wished Kazuha would let you slip past his questions. He was, obviously, completely oblivious to your thoughts. Kazuha wasn’t oblivious about your power, though, you knew he knew that you have one. After that exchange, you completely retracted yourself from the conversation, simply observing the two who discussed Aether’s powers and skills. You didn’t miss the slight concern that Paimon held towards you, though. You didn’t like talking; to strangers, especially. Save for your interrogation victims back in the day, in meetings, you usually butt in when necessary, or riling up the boss and Chuuya whenever you felt like doing so. The only relevant thing to come out of the conversation you listened to was everything relating to Inazuma. Ah, so that’s where he came from. No wonder the frame encasing his vision looked foreign to you. You briefly made eye contact with Kazuha, and you recognized that look in his eyes. As if he was still wary of you, and your motives.

Truth is, he was completely intrigued because of you. Still wary-- yet enamored. He knows you are observant, calculating, and seemingly notorious due to all of these traits, including your intimidating appearance. You carry yourself with utmost royalty, independent in all situations, and overpowering most of your enemies with ease. He could tell by your scent that you were one to be avoided, and one who is more powerful than most vision wielders-- scratch that, maybe all. Although that would be an overstatement to some, he just has this feeling that you are stronger than you present yourself as. That was true, obviously. What is a mysterious person without their secrets? He secretly hoped he did not give you a bad impression, for you were a mysterious one who attracts even the wisest of men. He’ll make sure to ask Aether about you, even if it’s just the simplest of information. He was certain that he hears all things in nature, yet you were one who grew in a field of foreign flowers. That, he cannot decipher.

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Midnight adventures

Matsukawa Issei x f.reader

WARNING: Angst to fluff, Slowburn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, kinda long and decent amount of cursing cuz I have no shame. Both reader and Matsun are kind of dumb.

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You loved him, you really did, even though he sometimes drove you out of your mind and made you want to bash his head against the wall. And he knew that. He knew what kind of effect he had on you and he was amused by it. He knew just to push the right buttons, he knew how to rile you up.

You were like an open book to him, so of course he knew you had a crush on him from the start, and you knew that he was aware of your feelings. At first, you were reluctant and refused to admit having the slightest feelings for him, but after some time you accepted the fact and realized that at some point you made your feelings seem obvious. Well, he was your first actual crush, and you were inexperienced.

Your friends would also tease you a lot and at some point, they locked you two together so you could finally confess. It was after their match against shiratorizawa in the third year. That was the day you had your first kiss with him, honestly, you didn't know what happened that night, one moment you were arguing with him because he wanted to leave the team, you were basically yelling how amazing player and teammate he was and the next second you were kissing each other. You expected that after he would confess to you, but he never did. He acted with you like the kiss never happened and that really broke you.

Maybe that is why after all these years you decided to move away, both literally and emotionally. You spent all your high school years waiting for him, waiting for him to make a move, but before you knew it you graduated. You finished school not even holding hands with another boy because you thought he felt the same, you thought that maybe you could be together? But now you realized that it was all load of bullshit. Why did you have to go so far for a person who didn't care about you that much? Why did you have to hold back when he never said no to all the attention he got from girls? You knew that they meant nothing to him and that he only saw them as one-time flings but it still really hurt you. Did you even mean something to him?

You felt mad at yourself, you wasted all these years swooning over someone who didn't return your feelings. But the thing that angered you the most was that you still weren't over him. Your heart would still flutter like crazy whenever you saw him and as much as you hated it he looked better and better every time. You also hated the fact that you couldn't blame him for all this pain, you couldn't tell that you were heartbroken because he didn't love you, that wasn't much of a reason. You were the silly one here. Why were you even surprised? He knew you for years as friends. He probably only saw you as a friend and considered the kiss as a mistake.

To be honest, he never did anything wrong, he always treated you warmly, and with respect, he liked to piss you off but he never really crossed the line, you couldn't blame him for not loving you. You guys kissed like one time, he probably regretted it and didn't want to hurt your feelings that's why he never brought it up after that. He gave you space. He didn't tell you in your face that he didn't return your feelings, he never broke your heart, you were just the silly one, clinging tightly to that miserable string of hope. You were the weak one for falling for him. It would have been better if he screwed up, if he told you that he could never look at you romantically, maybe it would make you feel a little better, your heart would break but you would get over it? But no destiny said that he had to be perfect.

When you moved away to University you promised yourself that you would start everything from the fresh page, you would work on yourself and no longer be that helpless girl who couldn't even get over her crush. You spent months working on your self-confidence and other issues, you spent countless time getting yourself into shape. Let's say you worked on yourself pretty hard. And it paid off, you had finished university and were about to start your dream job, you had gotten an offer many would dream of, you did everything you wanted, you even got in a few relationships, you should have been satisfied right? Then why didn't feel so? Why was there a feeling of emptiness inside your soul and why was no one able to fill it? It made you furious, after all these years, how could you not move on? Why did you Think about Matsukawa when you kissed other men? Why did you keep comparing everyone to him? What did he even do to deserve a permanent place in your heart? Your heart still kept beating like crazy and it's been what? years? you were in your twenties already, you needed to move on!

You were back in the city to celebrate your friends' victory over his rivals. Oikawa being the flashy person he is decided to throw the biggest party possible and now here you were. You knew you would meet him here, he was his friend as much as you after all, but you didn't expect it to hurt this much. As you said time really had done its job on him, he looked more mature now, he was slightly taller and definitely more muscular, he decided to grow his hair too, you always knew that he would look amazing with slightly longer hair, he had also gotten a few tattoos that were seen through his rolled-up black shirt. Man, did it suit him, the shirt was a bit tight fit and it really complimented his muscular form. The tattoos looked amazing on him and were these rings he was wearing? And piercings! And he had his nails painted black, Really life? He looked like your dream man, thank you very much for nothing!

You knew you would run into him today and you tried to look your best, you knew it was silly but you felt like showing off, but after seeing him you felt kind of self-conscious. You wondered if your dress was a good choice, you chose it as it hugged your curves perfectly and really complimented them but now you were wondering if it was too much. Was your hair alright? You hoped it didn't get frizzy. Oh god, why was everyone staring at you? Your lipstick didn't smudge, right? Even though you were having a war inside your head it simply washed away in an instant as you saw the face of your best friend who was grinning like crazy. You quickly headed to her and engulfed them in a tight hug. God, you missed themso much! You felt lucky just by having them in your life, and they really helped you get through with your issues,they were with you every step of the way and you couldn't be more thankful. If it wasn't for them and your friends you doubted you would be standing here right now. Even though you still felt self-conscious sometimes like now overall you were a pretty confident person who radiated power. Even when you felt weak you managed to look powerful. Maybe this was your resting bitch face? You didn't know. You felt thankful that he didn't notice you he was too busy talking with some woman, typical.

"I missed you so much! Can't believe I'm seeing you after all this time. I really missed you all. And meeting on an occasion like this we just have to celebrate our reunion, I knew Oikawa would beat their asses someday," you grinned proudly. "Okay, I'm getting carried away, I really missed you tho. We have to catch on, let's ditch your them later and have some fun!" You ranted as you occasionally squeezed your best friend who kept chuckling.

"Now now Y/N-chan, you just came back don't go stealing my friends from me!" Oikawa came out of nowhere and snatched your best friend away from you, you pouted but chuckled in the end.

"Can't make promises Flattykawa. And in my defense, I knew them longer." You teased and made a face at him, Oikawa fake gasped and clutched his heart a smile never leaving his face. You missed this idiot and his dramatic shenanigans so bad.

"Again with a nickname! Y/F/N-chan she's being mean!" Your friend only chuckled at Oikawa's childlike behavior and patted his hand.

"She has a point tho." Your friend teased along.

"Betrayed by you too! What else should I expect today?" He whined, you only chuckled and opened your arms.

"I really missed you, you dork! I'm really proud of you," you said sweetly, Oikawa immediately hugged you, you smiled at the familiar warmth, Oikawa has been like an annoying brother to you, you weren't used to not hearing his constant whining and antics even after all these years living apart from them.

"I really missed you too! Nothing's the same without you!" You smiled at Oikawa's warm comment. You were glad they missed you the same way you missed them. You really tried to visit as frequently as you could but it was hard when all of you were covered in work. Out of all third years, Hanamaki and Matsukawa stayed in Japan, you and others left the country for Universities. You felt really emotional, it had been such a long time without them...

"Look at her, hugging Oikawa and Y/f/n-chan first, don't mind me I'm just gonna stand here until you decide to acknowledge me. I thought we had something special Y/n, you're breaking my heart here." You heard a deep voice behind you, you smiled and turned back smirking.

"I would say she has her priorities set right? I mean it's me you are talking about,"Oikawa boasted, Your friend giggled.

"Missed you too Hiro," you grinned as you playfully hit his shoulder then hugged him. It was good to be home.

"Where's my grizzly bear?" You asked as you searched the crowd for the angry spiky head.

"He's at the bar probably, Oikawa managed to talk his ears out already, he left a minute ago saying "I'm not drunk enough for this shit!" I'm sure he will be happy to see you." Makki smiled and wrapped his hand around your shoulder you smiled and leaned in on his touch. You had missed this so much!

You spent most of the evening chatting with people and having a nice time. Oikawa for sure knew how to throw a party, you even danced with some charming men. You felt uneasy tho, you and Matsukawa made eye contact a few times but none of you even moved to say something, you just smiled at each other awkwardly. Over the night you noticed how many girls approached him, well it wasn't surprising, he was a good looking young man, but you couldn't help but feel a tinge of annoyance on the inside. In the end, you tried your best to be your charming self. You talked to many different men and even danced with more of them, moving your hips passionately along the music. But you felt bored in the end. None of them were interesting, they didn't have a fire you wanted. How long were you going to be like this? Wasn't there someone who could I don't know sweep you off your feet?

Suddenly you felt overwhelmed, the alcohol was starting to kick in and you swayed your hips with a bit more passion, your best friend was next to you, Oikawa had left you two alone to have your time.

"You haven't talked to him right?" As always, Your friend guessed what was bothering you in a second.

"No, and I'm not planning on doing so. If he didn't think I were at least a little bit important than the girls he was talking to then I'm not going to interfere. I have self-respect. He didn't even bother to say hi." You rolled your eyes and chugged another shot, the alcohol mildly burned your throat but you were used to the feeling. You just felt like dancing and maybe even washing your worries away. You wanted to have fun, and you had a reason too, your friend won a gold medal and defeated his rivals! You decided to go and do another shot, getting near the bar, you noticed a familiar spiky head, you smiled and got closer finally sitting next to the buff man.

"Is this seat taken handsome?" You asked seductively, Iwaizumi's shoulders tensed for a second but he relaxed as soon as he saw your grinning face.

"Y/N!" He greeted you with a smile and got up, you were quick to wrap your hand around him.

"Good to see you, daddy." You grinned teasingly, Iwaizumi flushed immediately. You had a habit of teasing him, you often called him daddy because of his aggressive yes, but caring demeanor, and you really enjoyed it when he got flustered. Truth be told you were probably the only person who got away with teasing him without getting punched or kicked.

"God, when will you stop with the dumb nickname? People are going to get a very wrong idea, it's embarrassing," he grumbled and pointed to the bartender by his eyes, who was looking at you from time to time sneakily, he heard you and was shocked, you smirked and gave him a wink, making the boy blush harder. You smiled, as you eyed the boy he was definitely cute.

"I will stop when you won't have an adorable reaction like this," you teased, Iwaizumi only scoffed, but he didn't look mad.

"It's awfully early for you to start drinking, did Oikawa really talk your ears out?" You chuckled, Iwaizumi scoffed again but he looked amused.

"Unfortunately for me yes, I swear to God he never stops talking." You chuckled, it was such an Oikawa thing to do.

"Yeah, I'm glad Oikawa won, I'm sorry for your team but he did work really hard for it and really deserved it." You smiled fondly after noticing Oikawa dancing with your best friend over some cheezy song which probably he had chosen.

"Yeah, I'm glad too. You should have seen him tho, the all smug Oikawa crying nonstop like a baby after he realized he had won, well of course after they left the court, he was like Iwa-chan I did it!" Iwaizumi mimicked Oikawa's crying voice, you giggled. It sounded like Oikawa, "Don't laugh, who do you think had to stop him from crying? "Iwaizumi shuddered as you had a hard time holding your laughter. You had such a good time, you didn't even notice a pair of dark brown eyes observing your giggling form.

"Now all I can see is Oikawa clinging to you like a koala and crying his eyes out." Iwaizumi only looked at you with an unamused face, making you raise your hands in defeat, the deadly aura didn't go unnoticed by you. Iwaizumi rarely lost his cool around you, but it didn't mean you were immune to his rage. "I'm only kidding, Iwa baby, please don't get mad at me." You lightly pouted as you made puppy dog eyes at him, he only sighed and took another sip from his drink, you smiled and ordered a drink, you visibly relaxed, you didn't feel on edge anymore.

You talked for a while, but unfortunately for you, Iwaizumi had to leave, apparently drunk Oikawa was somewhere causing some trouble. You found it suspicious that was too much even for Oikawa but you didn't question it. Iwaiizumi only grumbled in annoyance and left, being used to all this stuff. You, on the other hand, Made small talk with the cute bartender, he was really good looking and surprisingly very charming and smooth. You were quite drunk already and you were feeling needy, so now here you were making out with him in some empty hallway. He was a good kisser, but you still didn't feel any spark. You wanted to feel the same tingling sensation as the one you felt when you had your first kiss with Issei. The situation was not at all romantic as you said, Oikawa and others locked you in the lockers, to make up after you had a little fight. You bickered at each other for a while, well it was you who was really arguing, you were really mad at him because he was bringing himself down and planned on leaving the team, and you were trying to get to his scull how amazing he actually was and soon your lips were against each other and it felt like the most magical feeling in the whole world. You had never felt anything like that when you kissed others and today was no exception, unfortunately for you. You tried to take the lead in the kiss maybe to make it feel more enjoyable for you but before you could even try, a hand made the man separate from you. You opened your eyes to see Issei, who didn't have a very pleased expression.

"I have business with Y/N, so I don't know, get lost?" Issei said without any emotion. You looked at him dumbfounded. He didn't even bother saying hi earlier, what business would he have with you? The boy, Souma was it? Looked at you two before speaking.

"Dude what the hell we were busy!" He groaned as he glared at Issei, who didn't seem really fazed.

"Do I really look like I care?" Matsukawa asked plainly, You took the chance to straighten up.

"Listen here you little..." Souma stopped before he would go on, as he felt chills run down his spine under Matsukawa's cold glare. You sighed and straightened up.

"I guess it's pretty important, I will contact you later ok?" You asked sweetly, but you both knew you weren't going to contact him. You didn't even have his number and you hadn't given him yours. Souma grumbled and left leaving you with Issei.

As soon as he left you were quick to smack Issei's arm. "Dude, what the fuck?" He only looked at you, grabbed your arm, and led you through the hallway. "What's with the cockblocking? He didn't seem too bad."

"I didn't like him." He said like it was the most obvious thing. It made you feel mad.

"Oh sorry, next time I will choose someone you might like, for future references what type of boys are you into?" You snarled lightly. You wanted to break free from his grasp but it was too strong. Soon your back made contact with the cold wall, and you were caged between Issei's strong arms. You tried to protest but before you could even say a word his lips were on you. You didn't know how to act, your whole body went stiff but after a second you felt your body relaxing.

"God, you're beautiful." He said as he kissed you again, his big hands snaking around your waist. You were speechless, you didn't really realize what was going on. But your body felt like it was on fire. His lips kept brushing against yours just perfectly, your skin was burning hot under his touch. Your heart was beating like crazy, you only managed to whimper against him and he took this as a chance to deepen the kiss. You tried to keep up but it was physically impossible. His kiss was deep and passionate, kind of possessive too. You could feel all his lust through it. You moaned lightly, unable to control yourself. You put your hands on his chest, you could even feel his strong yet fast heartbeat, you pushed lightly, Issei took the hint and leaned back. He stared at you, admiring your beautiful form, you looked so pretty all flustered and breathless, he had wanted to do this for such a long time, for the whole night you had basically been teasing him and his patience was running thin.

"What came over you. I..." You didn't know what to say, you were so confused.

"Do you remember our random sneak outs in highschool?" How could you forget, you just lived for the tiny adventures you, Makki and he used to have at three am. Sometimes when Hiro didn't feel like coming, you would go with him instead. Eating ice cream or random junk food at three am on your special spot, you lived for it. Sometimes you didn't even talk for a whole night but still felt so comfortable. Your chest tightened again at the memory. But why bring it up now? This didn't explain all the raging questions you had.

You nodded your head quietly, looking at him through glossy eyes. "I do. Why?" Your voice was so weak it made you cringe. You didn't know, what was this about? Why bring it up now.

"Would you go on an adventure with me? I know it's Oikawa's special day, but Y/N I... We both know that we need to talk." You looked up at him with wide eyes, you had never seen him like this, he looked so serious and desperate too? Despite feeling all furious and all you nodded and let him lead you through the crowd and to his car.

"I will text him, he might get worried. But what should I say? Where are we even going? We're in Tokyo, don't tell me we're going to Miyagi!" You asked as you sat down in his car, you were confused, all this stuff was confusing you.

"No, I don't plan to take you to Miyagi, I was thinking of ordering a shit ton of junk food via drive-in and then taking you to the place I found earlier. Don't worry I'm sure you will like it." Issei assured you as he got in his car, started the engine, and started driving.

"Are you really trying to get on my good side via food? I'm really mad it's not going to be that easy." You furrowed your eyebrows, Issei huffed a laugh.

"Maybe I am? We both know that you will sell your soul to satan for a bag of doritos! If I keep your mouth busy while I tell you something at least I won't have to worry about you biting my head off," Issei pointed out like it was the most obvious argument while smirking proudly, you scoffed.

"I will hit you so hard after you stop the car, I'm not doing it now because I value my life. And besides, it's not about whether or not I will like the place. It can be next to a strip bar or some abandoned place, what's important is that you will say and you know that." You said as a matter of fact and turned away from him, looking through the window.

"I know." He sighed after a second, the atmosphere was heavy, opposite of what you were used to. You started liking Mattsun because things were easy with him and that it was full adventures, but now... You had to calculate everything you said, how you moved, how you looked at him, and stuff. When did it become so painful to be in the same space as him? And the stuff he wanted to tell you terrified you. What if he admitted that he never saw you seriously? That he only felt desire for you at some doing and nothing else. You didn't even know what made him act up today, did he have at least the slightest feelings for you or did he just found desirable in that tight dress? Maybe he just didn't like the face another man tried to take you away. Either way, anxiety was eating you from the inside. Your heart kept beating rapidly and your fingers actually hurt from playing too hard with them.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice how he ordered and got the food. You only came back to reality only when he opened your door gently took your hand in his big one. "We're here." He helped you get out of it. The cold air immediately hit you, making you shiver slightly. "Here take this." He said as he put his jacket on your shoulders, it was so big you were basically swimming in it but on the contrary, it was really warm and soft and it smelled like him! Just perfect, you immediately snuggled in. Mattsun then took the food package from the backseat. He quickly locked the car and led you through again. You were now in front of a big clearly abandoned building, you hesitated for a second and tightened your grip around his hand, Issei looked at you, carefully examining your face."Are you feeling scared? I promise it's a safe place, I have been here. You still like exploring weird buildings like this right?" He teased lightly, squeezing back your hand. You only pouted.

"I do like exploring buildings like this, but when I said abandoned building I was joking you know that right? I like these kinds of places but not in dresses like this and especially not in high heels. I like being prepared to run from my life if there's a huge creep or some sort of monster, I don't know! And I haven't done something like that for such a long time, and we're not in Miyagi too, everything's new here!" You said as a matter of fact while playing with your hair, Issei only chuckled. You felt nervous. Before you could even comprehend what was happening Issei had already picked you over his shoulder. You felt like a sack of potatoes.

"Oh my god, Matsun what are you doing? Put me down!" You tried squirming away at the same time you clutched his shirt too afraid to fall. He started laughing, you felt vibrations through his back, you couldn't help but smile, you liked when he laughed.

"No way, I like carrying you and I have the best view too so no way princess."You could tell he was grinning while looking at your ass and it made you mumble in annoyance. You gasped when he spanked your bottom lightly, you smacked his back in response. "Do you like the view?"

"Shut up!" You whined, which made him chuckle harder. "Put me down, my dress is short!" You started wiggling again, but he had a death grip on you. You could feel the blood rushing to your face and at this point, you were not sure if it was from embarrassment, just having your head low and blood rushing to your head or just anger.

After a minute of him walking and you admiring his ass, he finally put you down. You looked around, the building was empty, there was no furniture and some of the walls were covered in graffiti. Other than that you enjoyed the place, it had a certain vibe to it. You wandered for a second, exploring the room. When you turned around you didn't see him, you walked around and eventually came out on the huge veranda. The sight made you gasp, Issei had laid the blankets on the floor and taken out the food, it looked so cozy! There were some pillows too. It was just like a little picnic, the dim streetlights also shone nicely with some fairy lights there and there and the sight in front of you of the night city was magnificent. Everything looked so simple yet so perfect.

"Okay, stop or I might have to actually marry you." You pointed at everything dramatically, you couldn't contain your smile. Everything looked like the pics you have seen on social media or in the movies. Issei smiled at you softly, you looked so cute all excited like that. His jacket really suited you too, you looked so perfect.

"I knew you would like this. I'm glad you actually agreed to come." He smiled and patted space next to him, you sighed and sat carefully, holding down your dress, it was short at it was you didn't want it to slide up too much.

"You knew I wouldn't refuse such tempting request, didn't you? I always liked our little adventures," you smiled fondly, recalling sweet high school memories.

You spent few minutes in silence watching the city, eating there and there, but it wasn't uncomfortable like before, your anxiety had calmed down a little too. You just sat there and enjoyed the moment. You didn't even notice when he took your hand but you didn't bother to take it back. You wished you could stay like this forever but you also knew it was wrong. You had to ask the question, even if hearing it could destroy you. You both knew that.

"Matsu, why did you kiss me earlier? I'm trying to understand what's going on between us but now I'm especially confused. Why did you do it? I thought you didn't like me," You were talking quietly, but in reality, it was really hard for you to contain your sea of emotions. Issei tightened his grip on your delicate fingers, neither of you bothered to look at each other in the eyes. He took a deep breath and started talking quietly.

"I don't know myself. I thought I had let go of you, I thought I was over you, but when I saw you again all feelings came crashing down on me again. You looked so breathtaking, I fell in love with you all over again. So pretty and all dolled up and this dress. God this dress, hugs you so perfectly on all the places I want to touch, I actually feel jealous of it. I want to rip it off and have you all to myself and never let go. I don't want to let go now that I tasted your lips again." He spoke lowly, his voice was raspy and it sent chills down your spine. " You are the most beautiful person here you know that right? You are probably the most beautiful person in the whole city, I think even in whole Japan or better the world!" Matsun kept going on and on setting your heart ablaze. You were mad, but at the same time, you were so at ease and felt so at comfort. It was like your mind and heart were battling each other and you had no idea which would win.

"I'm still really mad at you." You grumbled against his chest, Issei hummed and wrapped his hands tighter around your waist.

"I know and you have every right to." Issei hummed and pecked your hair, he then grabbed your chin lightly and made you look at him. "I'm really sorry Y/N, all I have been doing is to cause you pain. It was never my intention. I love you, god, I love you so much! I know you will be better without me. You can find so many who are way better than I am and would treat you like you really deserve. And I thought I came around with the fact that I wouldn't be the one to have you in the end. I always knew that. That's why I never made any kind of move on you. When you entered the party you looked like a different person. You were the most beautiful person I have ever met, you looked so confident and comfortable in your own skin and most of all you looked so happy! I didn't want to come to you and ruin it. I felt so proud too, you achieved so many things! God, you don't know how proud I am to even know you!" Matsun kept going on and on, you haven't even heard him talk this much in a row, he was always a man of few words. He looked so desperate too, and the way his voice broke, killed you too. You had known him for years but you still never had seen him like this. Honestly, You had no idea what to do. You wanted to yell at him and comfort him at the same time. You tightened your grip around his hand, your knuckles were starting to whiten but you didn't care. You wanted for him to know you were listening, that you were there.

"Matsun, I..." You tried to start but he interrupted you.

"Please let me finish." The tone of his broken voice immediately made you shut up. "I know it was my own choice to let you go, and I really thought I was fine with that but when I saw you... When I saw you something like snapped in me. I tried to take my mind away, I kept talking to this women to keep my mind off of you, but how can I pay any attention to these peasants when a literal goddess has taken over my heart? And when I saw you kissing that asshole I almost went feral! I would have murdered him if I had a chance. He was touching the one I basically find sacred so disrespectfully, I almost lost my mind. Then I got you to myself I couldn't help but kiss you. Your lips always look so welcoming I couldn't help myself. And I want to do it again and again. I don't ever want to let go. I miss you like crazy! I don't know if I can be apart from you again. I... God, I sound so pathetic, I don't even understand what's happening with me. I covered this place with blankets and stuff you love because I hoped you would come to another adventure with me. Funny thing is that I wasn't even planning on asking, I don't know how we ended up here. I thought I would end up coming here all alone, wallowing myself in self-pity again. I know I don't deserve it, and I know that everything's my fault and my fault only and I would understand if you don't want to have anything to do with me, but could you give me another chance? I don't think I can last any more minute without you. I miss you so much it actually hurts."

Matsukawa looked at you with pleading eyes, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were getting in his lap and were kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He was startled for a second, he clearly didn't expect you to have a reaction like this but he wasn't against it at all. In fact, in a second, he was the one taking the lead and deepening the kiss. His hands digging in your hair while you slid yours through his hair. He would have continued doing so before you leaned back and broke the kiss. He looked at you half dazed. You were quick to bring him back to his senses when you harshly smacked his head.

"That hurts!" He complained, which made you more fueled up and now you punched his shoulder.

"That's the point of hitting! I want it to hurt you asshole!" You yelled. "You know you're a huge fucking idiot right? What's with this bullshit about not being worthy to be next to me? If I didn't think your ass was worthy I wouldn't have fallen in love with you! My taste in men may not be that great but I'm not stupid! I appreciate that you're thinking about my happiness or whatever, even though it's totally uncalled for, and thank me for not beating your ass further! But I get to decide what's good for me and what's not. To your surprise genius, that comes to dating too! I get to decide whom I want to date and fall in love with and in this case, it happens to be you, fuck it always has been you! I had some partners but I didn't love any of them, cause your caterpillar brow ass has managed and captured my heart, I always come to compare them to you, and guess what they're not you! God, you can be so stupid for someone who is supposed to be smart! I'm really disappointed Matsun and mad too! I want to beat your ass even further! God, how did you even manage to come up with this bullshit? I swear to god!" You kept grumbling while messing with Issei who looked like he was still in shock, his cheeks were dusted pink and you couldn't help but squeal on the inside from how cute you found it. You made Issei blush! That was an achievement for sure and such an adorable one too! But you couldn't back down now, you felt actually mad that he had such dumb thoughts like this, but on the other hand, you found it very endearing and cute. He was trying to protect you! And by the looks of it, he was hurting just as much as you. But the fact remained the same, he loved you. Your dream came true, he shared the same feelings! You felt so happy, you wanted to kiss his face till your lips fell off.

"You know you don't have to straight ass roast me right?" Issei tried to look offended but he was having a hard time hiding his grin, you smiled and pinched his cheek making him roll his eyes.

"Oh baby, I'm not even started. What did you think I was going to forget everything? And don't be mislead Makki can't even come close to me when it comes to teasing. You're in for a ride sweetheart, teasing is only just begging, maybe if you find a few ways to shut me up, and you know what I mean, I could keep quiet for a while, you could atone for your stupid ass mistakes with many kisses for starters. I don't know Matsu get creative. The point is you're stuck with me and you can't even run from me now you got it? No more bullshit like I don't deserve you and stuff like that," You said as slowly and as seductively as you could having your face close to his and occasionally brushing your lips against his. Still being in his lap gave you the perfect leverage and you just loved the way he was tightly holding your hips, to keep your bodies close. You felt complete after such a long time...

The hurt and all the emotions didn't wash away immediately obviously, you knew that your wounds would take time to heal, but now at least you knew Issei would be next to you through the journey and that was enough. You knew that now, that you had talked things through, maybe yelled from your side but still, you knew that you could overcome many things together. You just needed to voice your thoughts out.

"Wasn't even planning on it baby," he growled while he closed the distance between your lips again making you squeal a little. Yup, you just loved your little midnight adventures.

God, I can't believe I actually wrote over 6500+words. No wonder my eyes hurt like a bitch lol. Anyway, I really hope you will like it. If you have any kind of feedback please notify me. I'll gladly take some healthy criticism. I really want to improve my writing and I promise I will do my best. This is a firts work I have ever published on tumblr and I really hope you will like it^^

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A Visit From Miss Crowley (Week 1): So Unaware Of My Status

Hello there!

As usual, I cannot see a "challenge" and let it go so...Female Crowley month, here we go (love @missfellsbookshop's proposal)! The idea is, as every time I do challenges, write very short pieces of fiction...I hope I do a good job!

As usual, do please forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes, Marla

Allons-y!

CW: stalky, borderline abusive, sexist behaviour from some guy

Also in AO3

If there was a reason for the invention of distillate brewages, it ought to be to put up with arses as the one trying to flirt with Crowley in the Prohibition Bar she had helped opening thanks to the money she had accumulated during that dreadfully boring thing that the 14th Century had been.

The man was all hands up to the point that the demon had thought he might have been one of hers himself; someone specialised in stalking, taking people’s capacity of free movement or something in any of those lines. For an instance, she thought about sharing victories (aka, appropriate some of his and make them sound much fancier so she would have a bigger margin before the next Hell Reunion she had to concur to; there were very few things in all Worlds Crowley loaded more than those meetings); perhaps, it was all façade and there was actually a being with some interesting ideas inside that meaty vessel.

She was, of course, wrong; as the low resistance of the man to alcohol proved within minutes. Now, she was just trying to make him look as terrible as she could in front of his friends because, being honest, it wasn’t as if she had anything better to do.

She had done her fee of chaos of the whole week and, in case she wanted to create a bit more of havoc; she would never have done it in this bar. She actually liked the regulars of the place (even the priest).

That and the fact that she had money invested on it, of course.

She wished Aziraphale had been there, but they had made it perfectly clear that they felt a weird in the very bad sense of the word feeling about these batch of 20s in New York, so they would stay clear of the city (and The States in general, just in case) until said decade had gone by.

She scoffed at herself while thinking about the angel; sometimes they could be a bit overdramatic. Was there going to be a terrible recession by the end of the decade? Of course! She was helping the built-up for it, after all.

Was it going to be as bad as Aziraphale believe? Definitively not!

At least, not by her side’s fault; whatever the humans did…that was all on them (and Crowley regarded most of the ones in positions in power in such a low esteem those days she didn’t see them capable of pulling that off.

Taking the scoff as something directing to him (because, of course, everything an attractive woman close to him had to be related to his persona), the man decided to change his flirting strategy.

“So….you have a brother, right? Another pale guy, same intense accent, just less… bust”.

She sighed.

“I am him, sometimes. Less lately, but not even She knows what tomorrow will bring me” the first part of the sentence might have been the most disconcerting for the non-pal, but it was the second one the one that caused him to have an over-the-top outburst.

“She, as in are you saying GOD IS A WOMAN? Ok, I can put up with your obviously fake red hair, the weird touch of your skin” that you should have never touched in the first place “…the fact that you are way too skinny for my usual taste; but, being so disrespectful to our Lord?”

“Oh, honey” she let her voice get lower, as when she was trying to make some poor annoying kid believe she had the energy and will to go possessing dull innocent children with no personality whatsoever for her evil deeds. “This is not by far the most disrespectful I have been to The Gal Upstairs.”

Once again, men’s pride fragility amazed her, as this was enough for the man to throw the glass to the floor while glaring at her significantly, as trying to make it clear she would be the next glass.

If only her interiors were made of whiskey…

As only answer, she made sure her dress was well-arranged, the scaly design taking the best light possible to reflect as favourably as possible and, while mischievously grinning at the pathetic mortal, lower her glasses; her snake eyes completely uncovered.

“What…? THIS BITCH IS A DEMON!”

By the time people stared at them, she had made her eyes look completely boring human.

Comments about how Boris couldn’t hold his drinking went around as attention was once away drawn away from them.

“The only person that can call me the B-word is The Angel and, honestly, if you met them” she let a cackle scape. “I bet you would see I am no bitch at all by comparison” as she walked away, ready to leave the bar (and, perhaps, pay a little visit to certain celestial being in the other side of the ocean), she winked at the man, letting her forked tongue out of her mouth just for enough time to finally shock the man into unconsciousness.

She sighed again, once on the street, as she reconsidered heading directly to London.

A drink was in order before.

After all, you are not a demon gal in the New York of the roaring 20s twice.

#She's a demon #alcohol #roaring 20s #prohibition #drinking #female crowley #good omens #fanfic #good omens fanfic #misscrowleyvisit #a visit from miss crowley #snake crowley #week 1

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bloody-roses00 · 4 years ago

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Reunion

Yandere!Bakugo x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Trigger Warning: NSFW, Noncon, Somnophilia, Alcohol, Hints of Future Blackmail, Yandere

Propping himself up against the cool wall of the gymnasium, Bakugo mentally cursed himself for allowing himself to be roped into attending his high school reunion by his friends. When he first received the letter in the mail inviting him to attend the ten-year class reunion at U.A., he chucked it into the trash without so much of a second thought. He thought himself above attending some shitty party made up of washed-up heroes and extras desperate to relive their glory days. However, after enduring weeks of constant pestering by Kirishima and Kaminari, Bakugo finally gave in to their demands.

Throughout the evening, Bakugo tried his best to avoid chatting with former classmates while his friends mingled amongst the crowd. After grabbing a cup of punch, Bakugo resigned himself to wasting the night away at some pathetic function as his friends likely tried to get laid. As he mindlessly scrolled through his phone, he noticed a figure approaching him from the corner of his eye.

“Bakugo, is that you?” the woman’s voice called out to him. Furrowing his brows, Bakugo scowled as he reluctantly pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up to the woman that stood in front of him.

“(Y/N)…” your name escaping his lips before he could even think, recognizing you immediately. You were a former classmate and friend who Bakugo had a crush on during your years together at U.A. Back then, Bakugo foolishly chose to ignore whatever feelings he had for you, far too focused on his goal of becoming the number one hero.

It had been nearly a decade since he had last seen you, but as you stood in front of him, his feelings all came rushing back. To him, you still looked as beautiful as ever. Your body had matured, having grown into your curves, your tight black dress highlighting this. Your hair was styled differently, flattering your more defined facial features. But, the one change that caught Bakugo by surprise was the small diamond ring that sat on your left ring finger.

“So, how have you been, Bakugo?” your question pulls Bakugo out of his thoughts, his eyes leaving the ring on your finger to meet your eager gaze. The two of you begin to chat, discussing your lives. While you’re talking, the world around you disappears, Bakugo’s sole focus on you. He learns that shortly after graduation, you moved away from Musutafu, and your career as a pro-hero hadn't panned out the way you hoped it would. Instead, you now worked a dead-end job as a waitress at a diner. You've also been married for about five years to some man, whose name he can't be bothered to remember, who works some menial office job.

In the back of his mind, Bakugo can’t help but think that he could give you a better life, one that you deserve. He would be able to pamper you with gifts and allow you, as his wife, to stay at home. He’d be a perfect husband for you, he’s sure, better than your current one. You’d never want for anything as long as you would be a good little housewife for him.

Caught up in his thoughts, he only snaps out of his thoughts as he notices you’ve stopped speaking and are looking to Bakugo as if awaiting his response. “Sorry, what did you say?”

You laugh at his behavior before replying, "I said, it’s getting late, and most people have headed out by now, so I think it’s time for me to call it a night and head back to the hotel.” Oh, that’s right. He recalls you mentioning something about choosing to spend the night at a nearby hotel rather than driving home late into the night. Bakugo takes a glance towards the crowd, now considerably less dense as the hours went by. He scowled as he failed to locate Kirishima or Kaminari among them; the two likely left him to wander off to god knows where.

His attention turns back to you as you begin to say your goodbyes to him, but he stops you, deciding to take his chance, “Hey, what do you say we head back to my place?”

You try to decline Bakugo’s offer, always so thoughtful and reserved. Still, he continues, “We can spend time catching up over something a whole lot better than this crappy punch. Besides, I’d hate for you to have to walk alone through the city this late.” And it’s true, Bakugo has seen first-hand the dangers that lie in wait in the darkness of Musutafu.

After thoughtful consideration, you agree to accompany Bakugo back to his home, a much more appealing offer than the seedy hotel you were currently staying at. Bakugo’s lips tightened to a wolfish grin as the two of you began to walk back to his apartment, thankful that you were so obedient and trusting.

Arriving at his apartment, he’s quick to supply you with a generous glass of wine. The two of you reminisce about old times and talk of your current lives for what feels like hours, slowly becoming drunk after a few too many glasses of wine. Bakugo learns you’re a lightweight, noticing the way your eyes start to grow heavy and how your words begin to slur.

Bakugo watches silently as you rub your eyes, yawning as you stretch your arms. When you lean a bit too far, falling from your chair in a drunken stupor, Bakugo’s there to catch you. Deciding to get you to bed, Bakugo hoists you into his arms and carries you into his bedroom as you mumble incoherently. Setting you on the bed, he stands over you, eyeing your form with a lustful gaze.

Watching your breathing slow to a peaceful, Bakugo’s hands begin to shake and grow clammy as he begins to have second thoughts. No, he couldn’t afford to let you slip from his fingers again. Shaking his head, he waits a few minutes before slowly nudging your shoulder while whispering your name. When you fail to rouse from your slumber, Bakugo lets out a sigh of relief.

Through patience and determination, he manages to unzip your dress, tossing the clothing on the ground beside him. Taking a moment to appreciate the lovely view in front of him, he licks his lips as he eyes your perky breasts. His hands slowly pull down your bra to grope your breasts without the pesky garment interfering. Cupping your mounds, he massages them, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. Freezing, Bakugo waits a few moments before continuing his actions once more. Leaning closer to your bare breasts, he begins to nip and suckle on your nipples as they harden in response.

Moving his attention downwards, he leaves a trail of wet, fervent kisses down to your navel. Pulling away from you, his fingers trace down your covered slit. Feeling the pooling wetness, Bakugo pulls your panties to the side. Settling his face in between your thighs, he teasingly licked at your entrance before burying his tongue in your warm cunt. As his tongue works wonders inside the crevices of your hole, his thumb rubs and squeezes at your bud. Despite being in a deep sleep, your body still reacted to Bakugo’s perverted acts, your toes curling as you came around his tongue.

Satisfied with his work, Bakugo hastily undresses, leaving on only his boxers. Freeing his hardened cock, Bakugo gives his shaft a quick few pumps as he lines the tip up with your aroused sex. Placing his hands around your hips, Bakugo gradually sinks into your heat. Finally burying himself fully within you, he releases a breathy moan.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” he hisses, pushing your legs close to your chest to allow him better access. Allowing you a moment to adjust, Bakugo begins to shallowly thrust. Leaning his weight on top of you, his lips meet yours as he passionately kisses you, his tongue swirling around your own. Pulling back, a string of saliva connects the two of you as he moves onto your throat, sucking and kissing at the vulnerable skin there.

With his pace quickening, his thrusts become more sloppy, his hands tightening around your hips, likely leaving bruises. As he’s pummeling your tight hole, his eyes catch the golden wedding band on your finger. Smirking to himself in selfish delight, Bakugo can’t help but feel victorious. Sure, your husband might have held your affections, but he’s not the one fucking your sweet little cunt right now, is he? Besides, Bakugo’s sure that you’ll clearly see how much better of a man and partner he is compared to your pitiful husband.

Growing closer to his climax, Bakugo intertwines his hands in your own, taking a sick sense of pride as he feels the metal against his fingers. Feeling himself approaching his breaking point, he exclaims, “Fuck, fuck, I love you!” Capturing your lips once more, he roughly pounds into your warmth, the tip of his dick kissing your cervix until he floods your womb with his cum.

Spent, his dick slowly softens, and he pulls out of you, watching as his cum oozes out of you. Tucking himself back into his boxers, he retrieves his phone, taking countless photos of you with his cum seeping out of your abused hole. He knows these will come in handy soon; he’ll make sure of it. Collapsing onto the bed beside you, he pulls you into a loving embrace. Placing soft kisses against the shell of your ear, his fingers brush through your hair. You’re his, you might not know that yet, but he’s more than willing to prove that to you.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #Yandere Bakugo

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dragonsareourfuture · 4 years ago

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Reunion — Parent!L/Parent!GN!Reader

We finally got some L into the mix! This is honestly less focused on you and L’s relationship and more so on the family dynamic between all the other characters and you guys, plus your daughter! Everything’s pretty chill, no mentions of the Kira case, no angst. Just...happy. (Also, just wanted to mention that there are some jabs at people who stream for a living in this but that’s just Roger being a dick your job is valid no matter what <3)

(DN) = Daughter’s Name :)

WHERE? WHERE IS MY NIECE?”

“Jesus, Misa! Be careful!”

As soon as these voices were heard, Roger was sure that all peace and quiet for the day would be cast out the window. Even so, he put on a cheerful smile and exited the kitchen to greet yours and L’s bittersweet friends who had just begun removing their shoes to place in the neat shoe rack in the foyer.

“Ah, Light Yagami and Misa Amane, glad you could make it,” Roger began.

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you. I apologize for the short notice, but L had mentioned that it was his daughter’s birthday and we just had to attend,” Light explained with a faux, closed-eyed grin as he lifted a bag decorated like a birthday present for further explanation.

Roger nodded curtly and took the present from Light, holding out a hand to direct the couple towards the kitchen where the festivities were to be held for that evening.

Misa perked up again when she laid eyes upon the infant being bounced on your knee, giggling absentmindedly.

“There she is!” The enthusiastic blond squealed, practically shoving her boyfriend of three years out of the way to kneel in front of the babbling child like she was a god.

You giggled at her antics and let her squish your baby’s cheeks between her fingers. “Hi, Misa. It’s been a while.”

“I know! It has, hasn’t it?” Misa cooed, words directed at you but using the high pitched voice one uses to speak to a child nonetheless.

Light ambled into the kitchen hesitantly, eyeing L, who was standing over you as you sat on a stool at the counter, his hand on your shoulder while the other one resided in his pocket. Light nodded politely, his features stiff and his shoulders tense as if waiting for L to provoke him at any second. L easily picked up on Light’s careful movements and squared his shoulders, correcting his posture a bit though his dull expression never changed. Luckily, the tension was snapped when the front door opened once again and two college-age kids stepped into the cool interior of the fairly large home.

L seemed to relax more now that more people he was comfortable with began filing into the space. The pair in question — a lazily dressed brunet adorned with a cigarette and orange-tinted goggles as well as a leather clad blond with scar tissue occupying the left side of his face and arm — came through the threshold and packed themselves into the already tight-fitting kitchen, bickering with each other all the while.

“Matt, just put it over there.”

“No, I wanna give it to her now!”

“Be patient, asshat!”

“Hey, no language like that in front of the baby!”

You snapped your fingers to get the boys’ attention and gestured for them to just hand you their present already. Matt happily stepped forward and handed you a crudely wrapped gift. Not to mention, they had used crumpled newspaper and a length of thread to tie the gift together. Matt shot you a sheepish smile and admitted, “We couldn’t afford wrapping paper...”

“Aw, guys, this is more than enough! Thank you.” You glanced down at your daughter and allowed her tiny yet strong fingers to curl around your own. “Can you say ‘thank you’, (DN)?”

The little girl bouncing on your knee gazed up, recited gibberish at the two boys and stuck out her slimy tongue, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth.

“You’re welcome, little one.” The brunet patted the girl’s head and (DN) grabbed at his wrist. He let her tug his hand down and stare at his fingers in awe, even if her hands were covered in baby saliva.

Mello let out a subtle chuckle and pulled out one of the stools lined up at the counter in order to sit next to you. He gestured to the elegantly wrapped present and smirked, “Matt picked it out.”

Matt was too busy to hear this admission as he was wiggling his fingers in front of (DN)’s face, causing uncontrollable giggles to burst from her toothless mouth.

You puzzled at the gift for a moment before consulting L, who merely shrugged. You figured he of all people would know what the pair was capable of considering he had lived with them for a good amount of time, but he came up empty. Before you got a chance to open the gift, however, Roger piped up with a question for Matt.

“So, Matt, how’s your job been?”

Matt paused and stared blankly at the man who used to house him, caught off guard by the question, opening and closing his mouth like a beached fish. “Uh...fine. It’s been—”

“He’s been doing great.” Mello chimed in, glaring daggers at the man.

“Oh, that’s good to hear. Tell me, what is it you do, again?” Roger continued. Mello shifted his glance to Matt, an expectant and impatient expression laced onto his narrow features as if they had rehearsed this very conversation back at their apartment and had to follow a script.

“I’m a gaming streamer.” Matt choked and Mello could barely help but throw his head into his hands. “It’s a real job.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is, son.” The older man seemed to find triumph in the outcome of this conversation and retreated to the living room before the victory was taken from him.

“Nice one, man.”

“I’m sorry, okay!?”

“Hey, Matt, there’s no shame in doing what you love.” You offered kindly.

“It would help if it payed the bills...” Mello mumbled, to which you sent a harsh kick to his shin.

The lot of you were unable to hear the door open and close thanks to Mello’s yelp of pain and Matt’s howls of laughter, and as quiet as Near was it wasn’t a surprise to have him suddenly appear out of nowhere.

“There you are, Near! How’ve you been?” You greeted cheerily, hoping to make up for the white haired boy’s lack of enthusiasm.

The pajama wearing boy merely hummed and crouched down in front of your child, being able to since Misa was long gone, huddling up next to Light and chatting animatedly with Gevanni, who had escorted Near to the party. The baby bopped Near’s fluffy head with the flat of her palm. He didn’t seem to mind, though.

As Roger carried in the cake it was difficult to refrain from laughing as L’s eyelids practically disappeared, leaving most of the whites of his eyes visible. The light from the birthday candles flickered in his irises. It appeared that he was in some sort of trance. When the cake was set down on the countertop you turned so that your daughter was facing the treat, placing a gentle yet firm hand on L’s shoulder as he twitched as if he would lunge for the cake.

“Should we start singing then-?”

“No!” Chirped your daughter as she slapped a hand down into the icing, leaving a tiny handprint that claimed her piece of the marble cake.

Laughter was heard around the room and Roger shrugged as he began cutting everyone pieces of cake.

Once everyone was finished and (DN) was sufficiently covered in crumbs and icing, you all shifted to the living room to start opening presents.

As your little girl pawed are the first gift, a collective gasp echoed through the room when the front door all but burst open. The metal knob most likely dented the wall as it slammed. Roger winced, nothing on his mind but the time he’d spend on repairs.

“I’M HERE!” Matsuda announced with a boisterous laugh, delighted to see that the party was still in full swing. However, his ear to ear grin didn’t last long as he noticed everyone’s surprised and confused faces staring back at him.

“Did you invite him?” L whispered in your direction.

“Um...no I don’t think so.” You replied, putting a smile on your face nonetheless. You stood, handing your daughter over to L as she waved the half opened gift in his face to which he smiled lightly. “Hey, Matsuda! You’re just in time for presents!” You hugged him tightly around his waist, attempting to make up for how terrible you felt for not inviting him yet also curious how he got here if neither you or L had mentioned the occasion to him.

“Oh, good! I was sure I missed everything! I felt terrible! Oh, here.” Matsuda passed you a colorful, neatly wrapped package adorned with a festive silver bow. Your stomach dropped even further with guilt as you realized how much time he put into the gift. “Light told me about (DN)’s second birthday and I couldn’t miss it!”

You couldn’t help your lips from stretching into a wide smile when you looked back up at the usually forgetful and clumsy man. “Come on, wouldn’t want you to miss out,” you said, taking him by the hand and leading him to sit with everyone else.

“Alright, now just open our present already!” Matt exclaimed, practically bouncing up and down on the couch cushion. You laughed, not remembering the last time you saw him this excited. You assisted your daughter in getting the rest of the “wrapping paper” off of the gift inside. It was a case, almost like a DVD case but smaller, and as you flipped it around you could read “Call of Duty” on the cover.

“Call of Duty!” Matt shouted, throwing his fists in the air.

“As I already told you, I did not pick that out,” Mello defended.

“But now me and (DN) can play it together! Right, (DN)?”

Your little girl clapped enthusiastically at Matt’s offer.

“Great. Thanks, Matt.” L took the game from the still cheering girl on your lap and put it to the side.

After the rest of the presents were opened and wrapping paper littered the floor, people began to say their goodbyes. All of Wammy’s boys opted to stay and help clean up, sharing a beer afterwards. Well, more like Mello and Matt shared a beer. L helped himself to the leftover cake that had been set aside to be packed up into Tupperware. Near sat on the floor next to the counter, playing with (daughters name) and unboxing all of the new toys she had received from earlier.

“Oh, shit. Matt, we should get going soon. It’s getting dark and I gotta be up by five.”

“Since when have you been so business oriented?” You questioned with a smirk, referring to Mello’s new job at the chocolate shop. It wasn’t much and he knew that, but it was pretty much the only thing he was qualified for after spending the entirety of his high school years in the mafia.

“Since I was almost fired the other day.”

At the mention of this unfortunate event, Matt had to stifle a laugh as he elaborated, “Turns out businesses don’t like it when you take most of the merchandise home with you.”

“I swear, Jeevas, get in the fucking car.”

“Language!” Matt reminded with a devilish smile.

You swore Matt could have dropped dead with the glare Mello was sending his way. The brunet relented and gave you a goodbye hug once you stood from your perch on the stool. He then bent down and swiped (DN) from the floor.

“Hey,” Near began to protest.

“Oh, shut it, you fucking sheep.”

Matt covered the little girl’s ears and looked at the blond like he should know better. Mello rolled his eyes as tiny hands batted at the feathers adorning the collar of his floor length coat. “Hello.” He said plainly.

“Aw, c’mon, Mello! Hold her!” Matt insisted, holding the child out to the reluctant blond.

“I don’t wanna get spit all over me, thanks.”

“Think fast!” Matt literally threw your child into Mello’s arms, leaving him no choice other than to catch her from mid air.

“Don’t do that!” You scolded, leaning against L (who had just arrived by your side) out of pure relief that Mello possessed decent reflexes. Crumbs fell into your hair from the corners of L’s mouth as he wiped them clean, appearing to not be phased by your child taking a little flight.

L then stepped forward when he noticed the blond struggling with how to hold the infant, thrown off by her ever-moving limbs and intense gaze. Your poor postured husband adjusted the girl in his younger counterpart’s grasp so that he balanced her on his hip, arm supporting her bottom. He looked more nervous rather than disgusted.

“There you go.” L lightly patted Mello’s back, as if silently telling him that he was doing well.

“Yeah...this is fine...”

Near stood from the floor and shifted his gaze over to you, eyes soft and pleading. “May I hold her?”

“Really? Off to steal my thunder, are you?”

“You looked uncomfortable.”

“I’m always uncomfortable. It’s part of being me!” Your baby was then shielded from Near by Mello’s protective, feathery shoulder which (DN) had begun to chew on.

“Mihael, why don’t you let Near have a turn?” The blond boy tensed at the sound of his real name but, once he seemed to remember it was only coming from you, he thrust (DN) into Near’s chest, waiting for him to wrap his arms securely around her.

Matt twirled the car keys around his index finger. “C’mon, like you said it’s getting dark.”

“Oh, yeah.” Mello gave you a quick one armed hug, doing the same for L and heading out the door without even acknowledging Roger who was clearing up the now empty cake tray. “See ya.”

Gevanni made you nearly jump out of your skin as he appeared out of thin air to consult Near, who still rocked the baby in his arms, on what time he should start up the limousine.

“Now that I think about it, we should let our friends rest. It was lovely to see you three.” The white haired boy politely parted ways with you, climbing into the limousine and waving through the tinted window. (DN) flopped her tiny hand around in an uncoordinated wave. It was barely noticeable, but Near allowed a smile to pull at the corners of his lips as Gevanni drove away and out of sight.

You sighed, curling your fingers around L’s hand. “That was fun, seeing all of them again.”

“Yes, it was. We should do that more often.”

“We should actually invite Matsuda next time instead of waiting for him to show up. I enjoy his company.”

“If you say so.”

You slapped L’s shoulder with the back of your hand.

“Meanie.”

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thebmatt · 3 years ago

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FFXIV Write 2021 Prompt #24: Illustrious

Illustrious - well known, respected, and admired for past achievements.

This takes place soon after the events written in Prompt 3: Scale

Magnai sat on the dawn throne, groaning at the pain the action caused him.

Over at his usual post, he saw Daidukul limping and clutching hurt ribs.

He swore under his breath. He'd been humiliated by the khan, again. Word had reached him that he and that witch, Sadu, were once again engaged in a duel. Over what, his scouts had not been able to determine, but their fighting had been just as fierce as the last time they had dueled, so it must have been important. Important issues that concerned the Steppe were his to decide, the gods had spoken as much! He had grabbed his best warriors and mounted their yols to intervene.

What he had found was a trap. Their "duel" had been staged. As soon as he demanded they cease, they had both turned to him and issued a challenge to him. He'd let anger blind him into accepting, and as he and Daidukul lept into battle, he had not seen that they had been expecting him until after it was already over.

Sadu , though strong in her spellcasting, had not noticeably improved since they had last battled. The khan, however....the khan had wielded magics of earth and air, water and light, with deadly ease. He had no idea the Khan was so skilled in such magicks. What was it, some form of geomancy? Before they had only ever seen him wielding that massive slab of metal he called a sword, clad head to toe in black and red armor. This time he wore garb that was common enough among the Xaela of the drier parts of the steppe, though not in any tribal color he'd recognized. And that weapon....it seemed like a living tree branch, glowing with energy.

He'd underestimated the khan, again, and somehow seemed to be falling behind him. This would not stand.

Almost as if on cue, the doors to the Dawn Throne opened and in walked the very man who'd put him in this sorry state. He sat upright, trying to suppress the wince that his injured ribs induced. "Well, if it isn't our illustrious khan? Come to gloat, have you? To rub your tainted victory in my face? The Sun will not hear it. You lured him in with trickery and falsehood, you and that witch, do not deny it."

Dahkar barked a laugh. "First with Sadu, it's glorious khan, and now I'm the illustrious khan with you. I'd almost think you two were coordinating which backhanded compliments you're going to use on me."

"You dare accuse me of collusion when you are the one who-"

"Oh calm your spikey-haired arse down, Magnai. It was a joke." Dahkar interrupted. "As to our supposed 'collusion', yes we faked a fight to lure you out, but one: you could have simply said 'no', and two: it's not like we ambushed you, you came prepared to fight and we let you make the first move. Don't make excuses, it's beneath you.'

Magnai sneered as he stood, still clutching his ribs. "And what is your excuse for your continued disrespect of the rightful stewards of the Xaela, hrmm? Every week, without fail, you come here to the Steppe and speak with the Qestir, the Mol, even the Dotharl, but do you present yourself to the Dawn Throne? Do you show the Sun the respect he is owned? No. Thus are we shown to be last among the Xaela in your eyes! "

Dahkar crosses his arms. "I respect the Oronir plenty, Magnai. Or has it escaped the Sun's notice that one of his own just conveniently happens to be in Reunion at the same time I arrive there every week?

Shock registered on Magnai's face. He looked over to Daidukul, who shook his head, confusion in his own expression.

"I've made more than a few friends among the Oronir, Magnai. Or did you think I only did what you asked of me when you had us do your chores before the last Naadam. They let me know how the Oronir are doing. I bring them things the tribe needs, provide advice when they have problems. So you see, brother Magnai, I respect your tribe perfectly well. I just don't like you."

"You dare-" Rage enveloped his countenance, but again the khan interrupted him.

"And don't get this wrong, I absolutely respect you. You're a great warrior. You're even a pretty good leader of the Oronir, most of the time. But this delusion you're under that you're somehow divine, calling yourself 'the Sun' and demanding tribute from everyone, that gets annoying real fast. So it's hardly a surprise that I'd rather deal with frankly any other Oronir than you. Take your ego down a few dozen notches and we can talk like two leaders who just want what's best for our people. Or don't, and I keep on as I have been. Your choice. Now, I actually do have a matter I need to discuss with you directly. Do you want to talk about it or do you still want to hurl accusations and threats at me?"

Magnai worked his jaw, glaring at Dahkar, before he finally exhaled and simply said "Speak."

"All right, then. I take it word has made it to you of these metal towers that have emerged seemingly out of nowhere. Nearest one to the Steppe is to the South, near Yangxia."

Magnai's expression changed to concern. "I have beheld it, yes. There are others?"

Dahkar nodded. "Dozens. They've appeared all over the star. Built by the Garleans, though not willingly. They emit some kind of magic that enslaves the minds of any who get near it, forcing them to worship Garlemald itself. They've been spitting out some powerful monsters that have required large numbers to kill."

"I have seen no signs of one in the Steppe. Nor has this 'Othard Alliance' asked for our aid against any such foes." Magnai offered.

"For the moment, the bulk of the activity involving them has been in Eorzea. The ones in Othard have been mostly quiet. I don't expect that to last, though. RIght now we're in a calm before a storm, and when that storm hits, the people behind this...they're gonna strike all over the star. So my question is this: when that happens, are you prepared to fight alongside not only all the tribes of the Steppe, but also the rest of the Othard Alliance?"

Magnai looked to Daidukul;. who asked "And you truly believe this threat will come all the way here?"

Dahkar nodded. "I truly do. The madman behind this has shown no hint of any kind of restraint. Myself and the other Warriors of Light are going to do our best to track him down, but we have no idea how long that will take nor what he'll do before we can get to him. So? What is your answer?"

Magnai considered, then nodded. "The Sun acknowledges that the Steppe can live apart no longer, and thanks to you, khan, we are in a better position to defend ourselves than before. We will stand together, as one people and with the Othard Alliance. This the Sun vows."

Dahkar nodded. He drew the cane from his back and weaved a wave of healing light that emanated from him. Magnai felt the wounds under his bandages close, the ache of his bruises fading. He saw Daidukul's own bruises fade as he stretched and tested his own limbs.

Dahkar grinned. "Rest well, khatuns. You'll need it. I'll see you both soon."

With that, he turned and walked out of the Dawn Throne, leaving both men to ponder their uncertain future.

#Final Fantasy XIV #Dahkar Darkspear #magnai oronir #daidukul buduga

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aomineavenue · 4 years ago

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Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 006. dinner disaster

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ confessions | dinner disaster | realizations ↪

mia’s note(s):

can you find the easter eggs in here?

i am sorry, i am not very fond of this chapter lmao i told you guys im bad at writing that isn’t angst man

i hope you guys enjoy anyway, lemme know what you guys think!! and tell me if you find the easter eggs mwa mwa

You nod eagerly as you shut the menu in your grip, completely ignoring Reiji’s protests from beside you as the rest of the individuals seated around the table either watch in amusement or curiosity. “I believe there is always a three special course meal that changes every day according to the chef, we’d absolutely love that.”

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory.

Years have flown by, you’re both practically strangers at this point. Yes, strangers. Just two strangers who know every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, and even every fatal flaw in each other. Who were you kidding anyway? Six years have gone by just like that, but you knew it yourself, deep down that you still strongly cared for the man that now stood before you, his eyes the only thing you could focus on, not even the soft chatter of the other guests or the soft instrumental melody produced by the restaurant’s speakers could capture your attention and disrupt your thoughts. Mesmerized, that is what you are. What even.

It has been six years and to this day, he still completely steals your breath away.

Not that it should surprise you or anything. Despite everything, how he had hurt you back when you were both 17 and in your second year in senior high school back in 2013, or the hurtful words that spilled from his mouth from the running emotions that day back at the sports complex when the truth revealed itself, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him or even be angry. You’ve thought of this a billion times since you left Hyōgo. You have imagined a billion scenarios, trying your best to prepare yourself because you knew. You knew that it was inevitable to stay hidden, to keep your secret hidden. A part of you always knew you were going to meet him again. Not that your reunion was delightful or anything. It was nowhere near such. No matter how many scenarios you created in your head, it had not been enough for you to prepare for any form of response.

You hadn’t realized it at first when you had met him on that day because of the emotions running high through your veins, but now, standing in front of him, your eyes drank him up completely. Of course, you notice the differences from six years ago. It wasn’t as if he was going to stay how he had been back then, nor was it difficult to notice the changes from the boy you used to adore. Looking at him now, it was clear as day that he had grown up from the charming boy next door to a breathtaking man that you can’t seem to tear your gaze away.

As your name rolls off of his tongue, you snap out of your trance, blinking a couple of times. Thankfully, you suppressed your emotions quick enough from allowing the warmth that wanted to creep across your cheeks. God, how embarrassing. Did he notice you were practically devouring him with your eyes? Hopefully not.

However, despite his handsome features, you are suddenly reminded of the last conversation that the two of you shared and it was enough for you to push your mushy thoughts to the very back of your head. Ah, right. You remembered now, before being distracted by Atsumu’s ridiculously handsome face, you were going to give Asuma and Reiji a good smack. If only you had known of this setup, you would have never agreed. Jumping back to reality, you were about to take a step back, wanting to leave the premises, only to be held back by Reiji, gripping onto your arm to stop you.

You were cut off from your protests, Reiji moving closer to whisper in your ear with the all too familiar tone he uses on you during arguments. Before he could even finish his sentence, you already knew that the excuses you have in mind were no use. There was no room for negotiations. “Stop being stubborn and sit down. Do this for your kids. It’s not like it’s a date or anything.”

Grumbling underneath your breath at how much of an ass he was, he only replies with a chuckle as he releases his grip on your arm, neither of you realizing the green-eyed monster’s gaze that followed the whole interaction. The two of your friends took their seats, greeting the rest of the party, while you’re left standing there before Atsumu. As you stood there face to face, you didn’t realize the two occupants around the table sharing hushed whispers amongst each other, berating each other for bringing other people along. Meeting his gaze once more, you give him a small nod, “Atsumu. Shall we then?”

He nods, his voice cracking slightly because of his nerves, “Yeah.”

However, as you turn to greet the rest of the party, you feel your shoulders grow tense at the realization of what your two friends did once again. They had occupied seats around the table, leaving the only available seats next to each other for you and Atsumu. If it’s one thing you hated, it was when your friends become the meddling monkeys that they are.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you inwardly groan and occupy the seat next to Reiji, leaving the seat next to you for Atsumu. In spite of your irritation, you find yourself flashing a half-hearted smile at the three across from you.

“Hi!” the one in the middle greets you happily with an enormous smile plastered across his face, “I’m Hinata, it’s nice to meet you.” He extends his arm across the table, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you gladly take.

“Nice to meet you too,” you respond with a nod of your head as you release your grip from his hand, just in time to retrieve the menu that the waiter had passed throughout the group. Flipping it open, you avoid the glances from Bokuto and Osamu, who looked as if they were itching an interaction from you, but because of your irritation, you definitely didn’t want to talk to them just yet, they probably had helped your friends in setting this up. “So Hinata-san, I’m assuming you're Bokuto’s teammate?” you ask before tearing your gaze away from his to examine the menu in your hands. You don’t notice the frown that briefly appeared on Atsumu’s lips.

“Oh, Hinata’s just fine!” he waves his hand with a laugh, “Yes, I’m Bokuto and Atsumu’s teammate. We actually wanted to bring our friend Sakusa here too, but he said he has an emergency at some hospital.”

"Hmm…" you hum, letting your eyes scan the menu, thinking you might as well enjoy the food, "Oh, I hope everything is okay with your friend Sakusa and it’s nothing too serious, but now that we're here, might as well enjoy and run Rei's wallet dry. Right, Rei?"

You tilt your head a bit, glancing over at Reiji from the corner of your eye with a sly smirk forming on your lips. Ah, the man could only let out a nervous chuckle, knowing full well what you were planning as he recalls a similar scenario a few months back in the very same restaurant that put a dent to his savings because of the ridiculous price of the meals you had ordered that night. Not tearing your gaze away from your best friend, you call for the waiter's attention, who quickly responds by walking over and pulling out his tiny notepad to jot down your table's order.

"Hello, I'm Daiki and I'll be your waiter for the night." He greets with a friendly smile, not realizing the awkward atmosphere among the group, "What will we be having?"

Clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you give Reiji an innocent grin before turning your gaze over to the waiter to return his smile with your own, "Hello, Daiki. You see, my friends here aren't really sure what to order, but I told them not to worry since I've been here so many times, so I'll be ordering for everyone!"

"Excellent, ma'am!" He nods his head, matching your enthusiasm.

At the sight of Reiji’s features scrunched up in horror, you inwardly squealed in victory.

It was going to be a long night.

Mayuzumi Asuma and Suwa Reiji were now considered dead.

To you, at least. And somehow, you knew that, despite them avoiding meeting your gaze alongside with the other three across from you who freely interacted with each other, they themselves knew what they were getting themselves into. They were digging their graves for this stunt they have pulled.

You’d got to give Reiji credit, though. Despite pushing his buttons by ordering everyone the high priced three course meal, he wasn’t his usually squirmy and irritating self. You had at least expected sharing a heated argument with him after such a display, but instead of giving in, he continued to pursue his plan with the others.

Oh, they think they were so slick, as if you hadn’t caught on with their little plan. Not a date, they say. It might as well be one, since they’re bluntly ignoring your attempts to converse with them. All was missing was some privacy. At first you hadn’t thought about it when you had tried to share a conversation with Hinata, it was only right for you to get to know someone; you were just being nice. However, before Hinata could respond to your question, Bokuto had dragged him into a conversation about volleyball. You brushed it aside, not thinking anything rude of it, as you knew Bokuto would often speak with anyone out of the blue. It was just how he is.

You hadn’t even thought about it the second time around when this time; you tried conversing with Osamu, wanting to know about how his business is going so far. Except, the conversation between you and Osamu never happened due to the fact that Asuma had cut you off mid-sentence, engaging the man in a ridiculous conversation about healthy diets. Like, what the heck was that all about? Asuma and healthy diets just don’t sit well with you. Nevertheless, you brushed it aside, shifting your attention to the first course meal of the night that had been placed before you.

They think they were so smart, trying to pull it off. Ah, but no. You had caught on with their little plan the third time around when you tried to join in Bokuto and Hinata’s conversation. You were instantly shot down by Reiji, shifting the conversation to another topic that only they could understand.

They were dead men. All of them.

Placing your chopsticks down, you turn your head towards Reiji’s direction with a false innocent smile curling upon your lips. “Reiji, dear.”

Ah there it was, catching the nervous bob of his Adam’s apple in this throat with your gaze. "Yeah?"

"I hope you know—”

Hinata cuts you off by standing up abruptly from his seat, waving frantically towards someone’s direction, “Ushijima-san!”

You blink before turning your head to look at whoever Hinata was waving to, catching a glimpse of a tall, muscular man nodding towards Hinata’s direction in greeting, a woman trailing close behind him. Not wanting to be rude, you return to your previous position to face Hinata that was seated across from you, “Was that the Ushijima Wakatoshi?”

Hinata nods as he sits back down, a huge smile on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure you know about him.”

“I suppose,” you lift your shoulders up in a shrug as you pick up your chopsticks once more, completely forgetting to reprimand Reiji’s actions much to his relief, “I was volleyball manager back then in high school, so I would know a few things, including some players.”

“Where did you go to school?” Hinata asks, tilting his head a bit as he looks at you curiously. You wonder, briefly, had Atsumu not mentioned you at all since the incident at the sports complex? Weird.

As you were about to reply, the man seated on your left answers for you. “She went to the same school as me, Shouyou-kun. She was our manager.”

Hinata stares at you for a second, blinking a couple of times before realization hits him, his eyes widening, “I remember you now! You were that pretty manager!”

The men around the table chokes and sputters their food, causing you to scrunch up your nose in disgust. Atsumu is first to respond after clearing his throat, “What? I mean, yeah. She was our pretty manager.”

“I remember her because it was the first time I saw Tsukishima look stupid over a girl,” Hinata chuckles, shaking his head. “But, how come I only saw you once? Were you a third year at the time?”

Suddenly, the tension was back in the air. You catch from the corner of your eye, Atsumu growing tense from Hinata’s question, and you had to fight the urge to show your own emotions. Everyone else was silent, probably waiting for you or Atsumu to answer. “Ah, I left high school towards the end of our second year, and moved to Kanagawa. I had my hands full at the time, so I didn’t return to high school.”

“But wh—” Hinata gets cut off by his own yelp, making you raise a brow in confusion. He turns his head towards Osamu’s direction, wincing slightly, “Osamu-san!”

Osamu lets out a laugh, not looking anywhere near apologetic. “Ah, sorry buddy. I was reaching over Bokuto but you were in the way.”

An awkward atmosphere engulfs around the table once more. This dinner was certainly not going according to Osamu and Reiji’s plan. Opting to avoid the awkward glances from the other individuals, you turn your attention over to focus on your food while Osamu and Reiji were sending glares towards each other once they realized your attention elsewhere. The two had talked with Atsumu earlier, devising a plan for the two of you to talk things through. Originally, Osamu suggested that the dinner should be just you and Atsumu, but Reiji declined such an idea because of two reasons. First, you would completely decline yourself to go to a dinner and leave Atsuhiro in the hospital despite your mother being present, Reiji knew you too well that the idea of dinner at a fancy restaurant without your sons was a big no. That is, unless a friend of yours were to force you by dragging you to the restaurant. And second, if you were to be left with Atsumu alone, Reiji fears that you would leave almost immediately.

And he was right for both. If he hadn’t dragged you here himself, you wouldn’t have bothered to go. And if he hadn’t stopped you earlier, you would have ran out the moment you saw Atsumu. However, they hadn’t expected this. Reiji hadn’t expected Osamu to bring two other people, while Osamu hadn’t expected that Reiji was going to bring someone else along. Yes, it was a disaster.

Reiji had opted to bring Asuma along, because he knew you were going to be suspicious if it were just the two of you going for dinner. You would have accused him of coddling you like a child, it was something he would do now and then when he wanted you to release all the emotions you had kept bottled up. It’s not that you didn’t appreciate him for it, he just knows that if he did such a thing during such an emotional time, you would push him away when Reiji wanted to speed things along. As much as Reiji disliked the father of his favorite twins, he wasn’t going to deprive the little boys any longer of the chance of finally getting to know their father. If he was going to force everything on you, he would do it. He, too, has grown tired of your decisions of run away.

Osamu on the other hand, only decided to accompany his brother himself but as he and his brother were leaving the apartment, the other two barged out of Bokuto’s room claiming to be starving from the lack of food the past couple of hours because of some intense gaming session on the PlayStation 4 that Bokuto brought along with. Not being quick on their feet, the twins had blurted out they were going out to eat. They unfortunately could not decline the two balls of sunshine.

Clearing his throat, hoping to shift the tension in the air. “Anyway,” Osamu starts before tearing his glaring gaze away from Reiji over to where Ushijima was seated across the room, “Who is that girl Ushijima is with?”

“She kinda looks familiar,” Bokuto hums, placing his chopsticks down after finishing his first course meal, shifting his gaze over to Ushijima’s table.

“That’s the heiress of the Akita Empire,” Asuma answers, “Pretty woman, she is. I didn’t know she was dating anyone.”

Hinata lets out a gasp of excitement, his eyes going wide. “I wonder if Ushijima-san is really dating her!”

“Maybe you can ask him at the party…” Bokuto suggests while the rest of his words are drowned out by you, growing bored with the night as you wonder when you can possibly leave.

Despite drowning out the conversation around the table and focusing on the food, Atsumu pulls you in with his voice from the side, “Hey, I’m sorry about this. I told Osamu and Reiji it was a bad idea from the start.”

Ah, so it was those two who had planned the whole thing out. You let out a sigh, turning your head to face him to answer, your voice low to keep the others out of the conversation, “There’s nothing that we can do now.”

“Would you have preferred that it was just the two of us?” he asks, hope laced in his voice.

Lightly nibbling on your bottom lip, you tear your gaze away from him. Did you? You actually wanted to talk to Atsumu after having the talk with your sons. You were going to express your disappointment towards Reiji and his plan full of flaws. Had they planned this for the two of you to talk? If so, this was stupid to begin with. Something so serious between the two of you and Atsumu should be discussed within private walls, and this was nowhere near private. So maybe, yes. Perhaps, if the two were you alone, then it would have been better. “I guess,” you finally admit, “Maybe the two of us can talk things through properly when this is over. I think it’s time. For now, I hope you can accept my apologies.”

“And I hope you accept m—”

Hinata’s loud voice booms excitedly, “Oh remember that party!”

The two of you snap your attention over to Hinata, the disappointment clear in your features for the disruption. What were they talking about? However, curiosity gets the best of you and you entertain him anyway. “What party?”

“The Christmas party last year!” Hinata announces with a chuckle, “At first, I was thinking why Reiji-san and Asuma-san here look so familiar then I remember I attended the party with Bo-kun and the others!” As if on cue, the moment those words left Hinata’s mouth, Atsumu and Bokuto visually stiffened, causing you to grow more curious.

“Ah, that party.” you let out a laugh, nudging Reiji with your elbow, “He’s talking about your all-time favorite party.”

A scowl makes its way to Reiji’s features, “Please, do not remind me of that horrendous party. I had to move rooms just because of that, and I replaced the mattress too.”

“You’re so dramatic,” you drawled, laughing along with Asuma as you remember Reiji going crazy the next day after the party. “Just because your guests did the dirty on your bed—” Reiji cuts you off by pinching your side, which causes you to let out a yelp in both pain and surprise.

Osamu interjects with a grin, “Actually, I have a feeling that Sakusa would have died hearing such information. But I would be pissed off too, Reiji. That’s nasty. I would have moved out the whole place entirely.”

“Right?” Reiji exclaims by throwing his hands in the air, “I couldn’t step inside the room without wanting to poke my eyes out.”

“That’s why we no longer let Atsumu drink too much because he’ll probably do that again,” Hinata adds, laughing along.

Once again, silence.

“Wait, what?” Reiji asks, the first to break the silence. “That was you?”

Bokuto smacks Hinata’s head before looking away awkwardly. Hinata, on the other hand, takes a minute to realize his mistake before flickering his gaze back and forth from Atsumu over to you, waiting for his mistake to backfire in his face. The rest of the individuals around the table turn their attention over to Atsumu, waiting for his response.

You were the first to defend him, letting out a laugh. “Okay, enough of this. Let’s leave the past in the past. Let’s not make things awkward, it’s not like Atsumu and I are dating or anything,”

“Tsumtsum!” a squeal echoes throughout the restaurant and all you could think now was “What now?”

#atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu imagine #atsumu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #hq #hq x reader #hq imagine #hq imagines #homesick

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polaroid15 · 4 years ago

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With Great Power

FINAL CHAPTER!! 🥳'With great power comes saving the world'

Summary: Endgame, but with a lil' Peter-weilding-mjollnir twist :)

Read on Ao3 HERE

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Peter is back.

Peter is alive.

Tony looks at him in detached amazement. Because it’s really him, enthusiastic and animated as the day he had lost him.

“Do you remember when we were in space...”

His kid. Peter. Everything is a blur.

“...and then he started doing that yellow sparkly thing that he does all the time-”

Unable to prevent it another second, he pulls Peter into a hug, pressing his cheek into the kid’s hair. Peter stills under his touch, his light breaths filling Tony’s ears. It feels like a miracle.

“What are you doing?”

His throat is too tight to respond.

“Oh. This is nice.” Peter returns the hug, completing the orbit. And just like that it’s all worth it. Every damn sacrifice.

Everything clicks into place.

“God kiddo. I sure missed you,” he croaks. Peter curls his fingers into Tony’s back.

The battle rages on around them. Destruction, fear. It’s not over. They’re a spark in a dark room, a single seed of victory.

“I missed you too.”

They separate and a physical pain rips through Tony’s chest. The world around him is blurry and he works quickly to blink the moisture out of his eyes.

“Thanos can’t win,” Peter says.

“He’s strong.”

“We’re stronger. Together.”

Struggling to swallow his emotion, Tony places his hands on either side of Peter’s face and wipes his thumbs across his cheekbones. Not dust. Solid. Real. “What’s your plan kiddo?”

Because now, more than ever, Tony has something to fight for.

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Tony tries hard to stay with Peter, but they're too outnumbered, too outgunned. He loses him to the chaos not even fifteen minutes after their reunion and tries to ignore the building panic in his chest.

“FRI. Keep me updated on the kid.”

“Yes sir.”

He fights alongside his family and prays that Peter is right- that they can win. That soon, it will all be over.

Across the field, through dozens of falling alien soldiers, he sees Peter and his heart catches in his throat.

Because he’s carrying the gauntlet. It’s in his arms, and Tony can’t breathe. He turns to blast to the boy’s aid and is intercepted by half a dozen opponents.

Peter is on his own.

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Peter can count on one hand how many times he’s been more afraid than the moment he’s living right now. Sprinting with all his might with all infinity stones tucked against his chest.

The stones that had stolen five years from his life.

The stones that he doesn’t fully comprehend the consequences of yet.

Holding the gauntlet makes him a priority target. He flips and dodges and shoots webs, but he still gets hit.

Hard.

One particularly rough attack has him slammed into the earth, creating a crater with the sheer force of his body. Karen lights up his screen in ugly alerts about his health as he blinks stars out of his eyes. The alien that had landed him there appears above him, snarling and raising the hand to finish him off.

Peter closes his eyes.

The blow never comes.

Slowly, with every muscle in his body shaking, he opens his eyes. A woman stands above him, practically glowing with strength. Captain Marvel.

“Hi,” he wheezes. “I’m- I’m Peter Parker.”

“Hey Peter Parker. You got something for me?”

Though his body begs him to stay down, Peter forces his limbs into cooperation until he’s on his feet, grunting when it makes him dizzy. “I don’t know how you’re going to get it through all that.”

But the smile on Captain Marvel’s face gives him renowned confidence. He hands over his burden and sags when its weight leaves his hands.

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FRIDAY pushes Peter’s vitals in front of Tony’s eyes and he curses, feeling acid crawl up his throat. “Connect me to his com.”

There’s an explosion somewhere to his right. He hits the tail end of the blast and rolls across the rock, the breath knocked out of his chest. An alien falls out of the sky towards him and he shoots it away before it can hit him.

“Mr. Stark?” Peter gasps through the line. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You on the other hand- what were you thinking? Grabbing the gauntlet like that-”

“I had to! There was no other choice!”

“There’s always a choice, Pete. And you always choose the dangerous one.”

Peter’s laugh fills his ears and it’s almost enough to ebb away the biting edges of his anxiety. But then it tapers away into a shout, followed closely by webbing and clanging metal.

“Kid?” Tony prompts urgently. “You okay? Where are you?”

“F-fine. Ow. I’m fine Mr. Stark. I got him.”

“Where’s the gauntlet?”

“Captain Marvel.”

Tony dips in relief, trying to navigate the kid’s location. “Good, that’s good. Try and find somewhere safe, okay?”

“What? No! I- I have to help.”

“Kid, tap out. You have fifteen broken bones!”

“But Mr. Stark- that means I still have 191 working ones!”

Tony gapes, lost for words as he dodges another attack. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that.”

If Peter responds, it’s lost to his ears. Something hits him hard in his side, so hard that for a moment it whites out his vision. He lands ungracefully, skidding and moaning. Peter’s voice is distant static in his ears and he tries desperately to hang onto it.

When he opens his eyes, Thanos stands above him.

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“Mr. Stark? Oh man. Can you hear me?”

Peter’s pulse is threatening to shoot straight through his skin. Tony’s ragged breaths fill his ears, sending shivers down his back. “Mr. Stark! Crap- Karen. Plot me a route to Mr. Stark’s location.”

The LED display maps out the route and Peter wastes no time. He slips through the battle like an arrow through water, his worry dulling every other instinct. When he crests a hill he sees his mentor pressed into the ground, Thanos’s boot grinding down on his chest.

“MR. STARK!”

Peter swings faster than he ever has in his life, heartbeat in his ears and his adrenaline giving him the strength he doesn’t have. With another violent scream he swings straight into Thanos’s side, kicking him in the head and effectively knocking him away from Tony’s writhing body. Thanos hits the ground hard, scrambling for purchase before rising to his feet. He stares at Peter with a sadistic sense of admiration.

Trying to block out Tony’s fight for air, Peter stands in front of him, arms splayed out wide. “Don’t touch him.”

“A fighter. I can respect that.” Thanos takes a step forward and Peter tenses. Behind him, he sees Captain America and Thor fighting a ten-foot tall giant. He thinks he sees Thor catch his eye. “But I am afraid your efforts are useless.”

“I won’t stop. I’m not afraid of you.”

But he is. Terrified.

“You would give your life for that man?” Thanos drawls, eyes darkening. From behind Peter, he hears Tony trying to get up and failing.

“Yes.”

“P-Peter. Go-”

But Peter doesn’t move. He blocks Thanos’s first punch and spins away from the second. The third he isn’t so lucky. It hits him hard in the chest and he flies back, skidding towards where Thor and Steve are fighting. Tony cries out. It’s the only thing keeping him conscious.

Thanos looms over Tony’s body, a look of victory on his face. “This man is the reason for this fight. He deserves to die.”

Peter can’t breathe. Thanos picks up a broken spear off the ground.

He raises it above Tony’s head.

“I am inevitable.”

A tug in Peter’s gut gives him what he needs to do next. In a blur of emotion and panic, he shoots to his feet and instead of looking at Tony, he turns to look at Thor. Surprisingly, the man’s eyes are locked onto his own. A millisecond of silent communication is all they need.

Thor throws his hammer. Peter reaches out his hand.

He catches it, the weapon feather-light in his hand. Before he can process the success he leaps forward with all his strength, swinging mjollnir as if it were destined, in this very moment, to be wielded by his hand.

Thanos’s eyes light in surprise. He shifts the spear towards Peter in futile defense, something like real fear in his eyes. Mjollnir, sparking with lightning, cracks hard against his head and he falls to the earth as if in slow motion. Peter stands above his body, limbs numb, chest heaving, and mjollnir curled tightly in his hand. Thanos doesn’t get up.

“P-Peter-”

Spinning around, Peter finds Tony fighting for air against a slab of jagged rock, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He moves his eyes from Peter’s face to the hammer in his hand, looking just as disbelieving as Peter feels.

“Mr. Stark!” he drops to his knees beside his fallen mentor, hands shaking as they reach out to assess the damage. “Are you- oh god- are you okay?”

But Tony merely blinks, his eyes still trained on the hammer.

“Mr. Stark?”

The shock on Tony’s face morphs into a smile. It makes a split on his lip bleed. “I always knew you’d be worthy,” he says softly.

And then he passes out.

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Peter defends Tony with the rest of his energy, Thor and Steve by his side. They fight until the army dissolves.

“Someone snapped,” Steve says, looking in awe over the battlefield. “It’s over.”

Over.

Peter falls back to the ground by Tony and shakes his shoulders. “Wake up Mr. Stark. We won.”

We won.

After more prompting, Tony groans and opens his eyes into slits. They widen after connecting with Peter. “Kid?” he whispers.

“We won Tony,” he says.

Tony chokes on a sob. Though obviously painful, he sits up and pulls Peter into a hug, and Peter returns the gesture with equal force. The dying embers of the battle fall around them, cries of victory still ringing out over the field.

“You called me Tony.”

Peter laughs, though it ends in a relieved sob. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Nope,” Tony interjects. To Peter’s surprise, he presses his lips into his hair. “You broke the seal. It’s Tony now, kiddo.”

Peter relaxes more fully against Tony’s hold, his adrenaline fading, the aches and pains of the battle starting to hit him like a freight train. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he says quietly, so only he can hear.

“Oh kiddo-”

They hug with the intent of never letting go.

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Later that night, safely back on earth, Tony finds Peter in medbay. Though bandaged head to toe himself, he’s running around busily by Bruce’s side, helping treat the rest of the team. Tony stands by the door, crossing his arms and admiring the sight with a warmth in his chest.

Thor comes to stand by his side. “Your son saved the world today.”

Your son. Tony doesn’t bother correcting him. “He did.”

“And by lifting Mjollner. That is no small feat.”

Tony smiles. He can’t help it. “I know.”

-----

When the chaos dies down, Tony tracks Peter to a vacant couch in the lab. He’s sprawled out on his back half asleep.

“Pete? What are you doing down here?”

Blinking sleepy at him, Peter shrugs. “S’quiet down here. Familiar. I missed it.”

His eyes sting again. God, Stark. Pull it together. “Mind if I sit?” he asks.

Peter shakes his head, moving to accommodate Tony with a smile. “I talked to May,” he tells him. “She’s safe. I’ll be able to see her tomorrow once the roads open back up.”

“That’s great news.”

“Yeah. Ned and MJ too. Everyone- everyone is safe.”

Tony smiles. It really is over. “I did it all for you, you know.”

A short silence. Peter shuffles to sit up further, his hair disheveled. “What did you say?”

“I did it all for you,” Tony repeats, looking stubbornly at the wall. “Time travel, I mean. I invented time travel to get you back.”

Peter chokes. Doesn’t speak.

“I wasn’t going to do it at first,” Tony continues, “when they first asked me. But then I saw this old picture of us and- and I knew I wouldn’t be able to live another day without at least trying.”

“Tony-”

“Five years was too long. I should have done it sooner and I’m sorry.”

“Tony!”

Finally, he looks. The kid’s eyes are glistening, his cheeks flushed red. Then, he smiles. “I can’t- I don’t- I don’t know what to say.”

Lips quirking, Tony pulls Peter into his side and ruffles his hair. “You don’t have to say anything, kiddo. You saved my bacon today more than once. By wielding a magic hammer, for the record.”

Peter makes a disbelieving noise in the back of his throat. “That was pretty cool, wasn’t it?”

A phrase pops into his head, something that Peter had told him years ago. “With great power comes great responsibility,” he says. “Your Uncle would’ve been proud.”

Peter moves to look at him, brown eyes impossibly wide. “You remember.”

“Of course I do. Don’t insult my memory. I know it’s been five years but I’m not that much older-”

Peter chuckles. For a moment, they sit in perfect silence. Tony could live in it for a hundred lifetimes.

“Thanks for bringing me back,” Peter whispers, eyelids drooping.

“You’re family Pete. Family stays together.” He pauses, smiles. “Speaking of which… you have a little sister.”

“What?!”

#peter parker #tony stark #protective peter parker #endgame #endgame fix it #mjollnir #peter is worthy #hurt peter parker #peter parker whump #found family #irondad #irondad fic #my fic #tony stark acting as peter parkers parental figure

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ladynestaarcheron · 4 years ago

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Prompt idea: cassian and nesta’s first disagreement / fight as a couple (if it’s LPG verse i’ll be super happy but it’s up to you how you want to go about it hihi)

anything to make you super happy!! it’s lpg-verse, but you don’t really have to read lpg to understand it. it’s a few months after nesta goes to illyria with cassian.

and hey, has everyone signed up for the fandom-wide holiday gift exchange? it’s gonna be loads of fun and the deadline’s coming up, so please hurry!

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In his half-millennium of life, Cassian has had plenty of occasions to look back and marvel at the stupidity of his youth. Like how he used to think garish scars and bruises were good ways to show girls he could fight. Or when he thought that he could just sleep off getting blackout drunk. Or when he loved War Week.

It’s not that he hates it, exactly. He may be the General Commander, but he’s still a soldier. Still addicted to the adrenaline of the drills. An intense desire to prove himself, even now, by besting anyone who crosses him in the ring.

But…he is the General Commander. And War Week isn’t just about him giving his all, it’s about ensuring the entire military is in top form. And considering a significant portion of the military just died a few months ago, and another part are actively trying to de-throne Rhys, and the trust he has spent centuries building with these people is falling through...well. It has not been the best week.

It hasn’t been a week, either—it’s the tenth day of this nightmare that it finally ends. All drills have been run, all reports filed, all meetings concluded with the grim confirmation of their worst suspicions: Hybern has weakened them considerably.

And that and all it entails will be there tomorrow morning. So tonight, he can go home, finally, and drown his sorrows…in Nesta.

Just thinking of her tugs his lips upwards. He’s barely slept all this time, always something to do, oversee, correct, and on and on and on, but it’s finally over for just a bit. It’s nearly six in the evening, and the first meeting to discuss reform is tomorrow at eleven, so he has till then with her.

He shivers, not because of the windchill, as he imagines what seeing her again will be like. Has she missed him as much as he’s missed her? Has she planned on welcoming him back into their bed, like he had at every spare moment? Maybe she’s even cooked for him. Maybe duck, like he always makes for her. Perhaps she’s set the table the same way he did on the night he first kissed her—properly, he means, without any imminent existential threat looming over them—with the fine china, like a real homecoming. Maybe she’s dressed up. If she’s dressed up, he should dress up, too. What if she’s laid out clothes for him? She’s always reading about grand romantic gestures, isn’t she? Perhaps she’s been inspired.

Every wild fantasy spurs him faster, and before long he lands at his house, throwing open the door before even setting both feet on the ground.

“Nesta!” he calls, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. Gods, he’s missed her so much.

But one look inside tells him there’s no romantic dinner awaiting him. There’s only a plate drying on the rack.

Even so, Cassian can’t keep the grin off his face. If Nesta’s not here, then she’s in their bedroom.

On any other day, he might’ve teased her right back and taken his time coming to see her, even made himself dinner until she gave up and came to see him, but it’s been ten very hellish days. He moves quickly to the room, as if participating in one of his drills.

The door’s closed, but he can smell her, feel her, and gives himself just a moment to adjust before he opens it—

Nesta. There, beautiful, alive, in bed, waiting for him, perfect—reading a book.

She doesn’t look up.

Cassian bites his cheek to keep from grinning. So that’s how she wants to play this.

“Hello, Nesta,” he drawls.

She dutifully ignores him, her dark curls bouncing slightly as she angles her head to the side to flip a page. Oh, how he’s missed this, seeing her read in bed. She sits beside him some evenings, head on his chest, one hand in his, the other holding her book.

“Did you miss me?”

At this, Nesta—finally—acknowledges his presence. She lifts her cool gaze to meet his and holds it for three seconds before looking back down at her book.

Cassian’s grin falters. That wasn’t very fun.

But he saunters up to her anyway, and, laying down on his side, reaches his hand over to slowly crawl up her thigh. “This wasn’t the warm welcome I was expecting, you know.”

Nesta jerks her leg away from him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, voice icy.

Cassian sits up immediately. This isn’t a game. He looks over her wildly, but her face and posture show only anger.

He reaches his hand out again, tentative, this time, and to hers, not her thigh. “Nesta,” he says, putting as much concern into his voice as he can without her accusing him of being condescending.

“How was War Week?” she shoots at him.

He blinks. “Awful,” he says, smiling uneasily. Has she heard something about it that upset her? He racks his brain, trying to think of what it might be…she knew Rhys was going to be there. Is she upset because they saw each other?

“Are you sure you’ve finished everything?”

He gives up rifling through everything. Nothing’s coming up, and frankly, he doesn’t want to waste anymore of the hours he has to spare with her arguing.

“What are you upset about?” he asks.

Nesta snaps her book shut and straightens her back. She faces him head-on, anger radiating off her like he imagined joy would this night. “You said it would be a week. It’s been ten days.”

Oh.

Right.

“I’m aware,” he says lightly. “It was only meant to go on for a week. But apparently, we’re all completely out of shape. Good news for anyone trying to overthrow the crown,” he adds, touching the tip of her nose. Her glare doesn’t falter, so he continues, in a much softer voice, “Do you really think I enjoyed finding out I had three more days of War Week, when I had planned our reunion out a thousand times in my mind? I wanted—“

“I don’t care what you wanted,” she hisses. “I want to know why I had to find out you weren’t coming back from Emerie instead of from you.”

“I couldn’t come back to tell you—“

“Is the art of letter writing too advanced for your brain to comprehend?”

There’s more than just ire in her stormy grey eyes. Cassian can sense pain, too. “I…I know I should’ve written, but I was just so busy. There was always something—and you know how stupid Illyrian males are, don’t you?” he says with a grin. “And obviously, you like it a lot, but I was never particularly into—“

“Is everything a joke to you?” she demands.

Cassian shuts his mouth. She hasn’t been angry at him like this since…before they started this—thing between them. These past few months have been so easy. Blissful. She doesn’t get mad anymore, only vaguely irritated, and even then, only to give him reason to appease her. But this is an argument. A fight.

How did they resolve those before they got together? Cassian can’t remember ever emerging victorious; only miserable and angry. Nesta’s favour is earned through months of good behavior alone.

But he doesn’t have months. He only has fourteen hours before he has to leave.

“Of course not,” he says, voice low. “It’s just I’ve missed you so much—“

“And how do you think I felt?”

There’s that pain again, etched more clearly on her face now. It thins out her cheeks and tightens her jaw.

“Do I even matter to you? Or do you think you can just waltz in and out as you please and—“ Cassian cuts her off with a tight grip on her hands.

“Don’t say things like that,” he says, serious. “You know what you are to me.”

“You couldn’t find the time to send word you were going to be three days late,” she says, not trying to break out of his hold but not pulling him closer, either. She bites her lip for a moment, hesitating, before she says, “And you haven’t even apologized.”

He goes through their conversation quickly in his mind and swears inwardly. “I’m sorry, Nesta,” he says. “For being late and for not telling you and for not apologizing right away.”

Nesta’s shoulders relax slightly and she pulls her hands away from him to clasp them tightly in her lap. “Well, I don’t want to forgive you.”

This, he decides, is not the right time to suggest all the ways he can make it up to her. Instead he moves closer, and says, “I didn’t write because I was sure I would be here. I spent every second of the overtime doing everything I need to so that I could come back as fast as possible. I didn’t think things would keep coming up, and each time they did, I was sure that it would be the last.”

“Well,” Nesta says, “you’re very ill-prepared for war.”

Cassian grins. “You can see why we needed the extra practice.”

“Hmph,” she says, not smiling. “For future reference…don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t,” he says immediately. “I promise.”

This calms her considerably, and she leans back against the headboard. “All right, then,” she says, prim. “You’re forgiven.”

His heart skips a beat. His next breath of air feels cooler, more refreshing, somehow. He hadn’t realized just how anxious this has made him. But he doesn’t tell her, doesn’t thank her, worried of what he might say and how she might react. So he puts a hand on her thigh again. “Are you sure you don’t want to hear any of my other reasons? They’re very convincing.”

“No,” she says decisively. “But you can start proving your worthiness right now.”

He grins again, and then he does.

Later, tracing lines up and down her stomach, he says, “You know, you were only angry because you missed me so much.”

Nesta sniffs. “I most certainly did not.”

And there’s the game he’s been waiting for. Definitely worth the extra three days. Although he’ll never catch her off guard like that again. Besides, Nesta’s far more fun to play with when she’s the one setting the rules, anyway.

#asks #anon #acotar ficlet #nessian #fic prompt #this was fun!! thank you for this:)#brought to you by someone who used to hate war week with all her heart and soul

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petrichoravellichor · 4 years ago

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I’ve had a couple of people request this, so here ya go: my masterlist for the SPN Deserved Better 31 Days Creative Challenge hosted by the wonderful @foundfamily4eva , in which I basically tried to fix canon for as many of the characters as I could, not just Team Free Will 2.0 + Eileen (although those five all definitely got the endings they deserved, too!).

Romance-wise, the following ships got at least one work featuring that ship as the sole/primary one: Destiel, Saileen, Midam, Dreamhunter, Dodio, AU Charlie/Stevie, Amara/Rowena.

Individual character/platonic pair-wise, here are the characters who got at least one work featuring them as the primary character(s): Alex Jones, Bela Talbot, Becky Rosen, Benny Lafitte & Emma Winchester, Bobby Singer & Rufus Turner, Cas & Claire Novak, Cas & Jack Kline, Jack Kline & Amara, Jack & Kelly Kline, Donatello Redfield, Gabriel & Meg, Gadreel, Kaia Nieves, Kevin & Linda Tran, Miracle the Dog.

(Crowley is also getting his happy ending, but what was supposed to be a short fic is currently at about 10k, so I’ve split that off into a separate project that will be up within a few weeks.)

Lastly, some honorable mentions/characters that got their happy endings in minor roles in other fics: Alicia & Max Banes, Aaron Bass, AU Bobby Singer, Ellen & Jo Harvelle & Ash, Jenny the Vampire (well...not happy for her: I managed to kill her off twice in two separate fics and in ways that were infinitely more satisfying than in canon and was very happy about it 😄).

All fics are canonverse fix-its and are listed below the cut, grouped roughly by primary ship/featured character(s) and with summaries, approximate word counts, and links to Ao3 when cross-posting occurred.

I hope these bring as much closure to those who read them as they did to me while I wrote them, and if they make you feel any sort of way, I’d love to hear about it via likes/comments/reblogs/asks! 💙

Begin and End There [T, ~5.5k words, Cas & Jack, Destiel]

After the Empty takes him, Castiel wakes up in the last place he expected, with a second chance at happiness when he reunites with Dean and the latter finally gets to speak his truth. (read on Ao3 or tumblr [part 1] [part 2])

Let’s Misbehave [G, ~600 words, Destiel]

They finally listen to the mixtape and dance. That’s it, that’s the fic. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Cas, Not Castiel [G, ~225 words, Destiel]

Another angel, Hester, had once bitterly remarked that Castiel was lost the moment he laid a hand on Dean in Hell. Years later, after all was said and done, Cas found that he agreed. (read on tumblr)

The Dead Man Lives, Carry On [T, ~1.3k words, Dean Winchester & Dean Winchester, background implied Destiel]

It’s one thing to tell yourself you’re bi. It’s a whole other thing to involve time travel. Then again, when has Dean Winchester ever done things the easy way? OR, the one in which a certain side character from season 1 gets dead a whole heck of a lot sooner. You’re welcome. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

From Heaven With Love [G, ~500 words, Cas & Claire]

During the first Christmas following Chuck's defeat, Castiel surprises Claire with a letter from her parents. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Home Is Where the Love Is [G, ~350 words, background Destiel, background Saileen]

Miracle POV, in which Miracle reflects on his new home/family. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Namesake [G, ~600 words, Destiel, background Saileen]

When Sam and Eileen first tell Dean they want to name their unborn son after him, Dean's reaction is one of shock. He plays it off with a joke, though. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Clear As Day [T, ~700 words, Saileen]

Newly returned to existence thanks to Jack, Eileen reunites with Sam; OR, the Saileen reunion we were denied in 15x20. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

It Takes a Village [G, ~300 words, Saileen]

Expecting their first child, Sam and Eileen talk about becoming parents. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Of Love and Loss (and Love) [T, ~350 words, Sam/every canon relationship he’s had w/ endgame Saileen]

For a long time, Sam thought he was done with love. (read on tumblr)

Mother of God [G, ~225 words, Jack & Kelly Kline]

After reuniting his angel dad with his two human dads and rebuilding Heaven, the first thing Jack did was visit his mom. (read on tumblr)

The Happiest Place on Earth [G, ~150 words, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara finally gets to bond with her great-nephew...at Disneyland! :D (read on tumblr)

Good Tidings We Bring [G, ~450 words, Donatello, Jack & Amara]

In which Amara returns Donatello's soul...for Christmas! :D (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Et Nos Cedamus Amori [M, ~550 words, Amara/Rowena]

Rowena wore the crown like she was born to it, and Amara had to admit, it looked good on her. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

What We Deserve [T, ~2.6k words, Midam]

After helping the Winchesters defeat Chuck, Michael avoids Adam until one day, Adam seeks him out; OR, the soft epilogue these two deserved, damn it. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

With Every Fiber of My Being [T, ~900 words, Midam]

After defeating Chuck, Michael and Adam choose each other. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Tender Loving Care [G, ~250 words, Dreamhunter]

Kaia's flu is nothing serious, but that doesn't stop Claire from doting on her. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

An Angel and a Demon Walk Into a Bar [T, ~2.1k, Gabriel & Meg]

After escaping from the Empty, Gabriel wanders into a bar, where it turns out he’s not the only one back from the dead. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Rebar Not Included [T, ~1.5k words, Dodio, background Destiel]

Jody and Donna help out the Winchesters by looking into an Ohio case involving masked vampires, and what do you know: not only do they manage to kill a certain side character from season 1 but they ALSO make it through without dying! Oh, and they kiss, just because they can. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Heal [T, ~1.1k words, Charlie/Stevie]

Charlie’s being distant, and Stevie doesn’t understand why. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Homecoming [T, ~500 words, Kevin & Linda Tran]

In which Kevin Tran gets the happy ending he deserved. (read on tumblr)

When Life Imitates Art [G, ~500 words, Becky Rosen]

Becky starts a new job as a staff writer for HBO's upcoming adaptation of the Supernatural book series. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Family Don’t End in Blood [T, ~300 words, Alex & Wayward Sisters]

A decade ago, if someone had asked Alex what family meant, she would have said blood and believed it. (read on tumblr)

Home [T, ~300 words, Kaia & Wayward Sisters]

In which Kaia finally has a home. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

The Golden Years [G, ~600 words, Bobby & Rufus, implied Bobby/Ellen]

In which, now that Bobby’s finally enjoying retirement in the new Heaven, he’d really like to just forget about that one time he kissed Crowley. Unfortunately for him, Rufus has other plans. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Be at Peace [G, ~600 words, Gadreel, background Gadreel/OFC]

In which Gadreel escapes the Empty and gets a soft epilogue. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

Well Met [G, ~200 words, Benny & Emma]

In hindsight, faking his own death is the best thing Benny’s ever done. (read on tumblr)

The Right Hand [T, ~175 words, Bela Talbot]

Some closure for Bela Talbot, anyone? (read on tumblr)

Screw Sad Finales: Here’s to Victory Parties! [G, ~350 words, Gen with a few non-TFW background ships hinted]

After defeating Chuck, Sam and Dean throw a party! With appearances by Cas, Eileen, Jack, the Wayward Sisters, Adam and Michael, Charlie and Stevie, Kevin and Linda Tran, Rowena, Amara, Garth and his family, Bobby, Max and Alicia Banes, and Aaron Bass. (read on Ao3 or tumblr)

#destiel #deancas #saileen #midam #dreamhunter #dodio #spn femslash #spn #supernatural #spndbcc #spn spoilers #spndbcc masterlist #my writing

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happytsukki · 5 years ago

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boyfriend material

k. bokuto

in which you inquire bokuto to act as your fake boyfriend for a weekend, but you’re the one acting like you don’t have real feelings for him.

a/n: so you’re telling me i have to accept the fact that bokuto isn’t real?? real heartbreak 😔 anyway i love the fake dating trope hehe i hope u enjoy!! idk how i feel about the end ummm

“be my boyfriend, taro.”

“woah woah woah, slow down y/n. technically you haven’t even confessed to me yet,” stuttered bokuto, his eyes darting around the nearly empty library just to avoid your gaze. heat rose to his cheeks and the tip of his ears, showcasing a pink hue that he was embarrassed to let you see.

sure, your friends loved to giggle about how good you and bokuto looked together or how you two were basically soulmates because you shared the same music taste and movie favorites. and you two would shyly refuse, believing that you were simply friends. right?

but nothing would’ve prepared bokuto to hear something so bold come out of your mouth. wasn’t he supposed to be the bold one? but why was he suddenly the one being flustered and feeling knots grow in his stomach?

you shook your head profusely. “shut up taro. not like that, what i mean is that my parents think i have a boyfriend to bring home this break—which obviously i do not.” you placed your hands together and pouted, “so please be my fake boyfriend.”

the boy scratched the back of his head in confusion. “wait, why exactly do your parents think you, of all people, have a boyfriend? and besides, why can’t you just say you don’t?” questioned bokuto.

he was right. you were never really adept at dating, and who knows why your parents fell for your silly lie but you knew one thing for sure: if you didn’t go to the family reunion with a boyfriend, you would be disowned by your entire family.

“well it started with a small lie— for a good reason of course! see, we have a family reunion around this time, but my snotty cousin loves to show off every year and i was fed up.” you huffed and rolled your eyes just at the thought of her, “so i told my parents that my boyfriend and i had a date planned for that day so i couldn’t go, but no. they refused to let me miss it and insisted on introducing him. now i have to see my annoying cousin again and bring my nonexistent boyfriend.” you sighed heavily and threw your arms up in frustration.

“okay. i’ll do it. but first, you have to tell me why you picked me.” he crossed his arms and stuck his nose up, waiting for your response. ah, it was bokuto’s daily need for validation that you were expecting.

“you’re obviously the best candidate to not only make my parents proud of me but also to rub it in my cousin’s face. i mean who else can i bring that was one of the top 5 aces in the nation, now part of the msby black jackals and just as scrumptiously fine and hot as y–“ bokuto’s eyes widened at your last statement and his hand quickly went to cover your mouth. you almost doubled over in laughter, shy bokuto was a rare sight so this was quite enjoyable to watch.

he laughed nervously, “woaaah, okay i get it now. thank you y/n....or should i say girlfriend.” winked bokuto. though it came off as a joke he could feel his heart race so fast that he felt like he was high on cloud nine, a feeling foreign till now.

desperately seeking a breath of fresh air from the situation, bokuto scrambled to gather his books and bid a short farewell but not before giving you an awkward pat on the head and a high-five. yes, a high five.

“bye y/n!” smiled bokuto, dashing out of the library like it was a 100 meter race.

but bokuto failed to realize that his exuberant heart seemed to beat in rhythm with someone else’s, yours.

your two years of friendship seemed to suffice for a decent cover story, or so you thought. but once you stepped foot onto the front lawn of your home, the growing tighteness in your chest would say otherwise.

maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

your mind was spiraling out of control causing you to be paralyzed with a million thoughts on your mind.

“earth to y/n— are you okay?” asked bokuto. he waved his hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your frozen state.

“i-i think i’m stupid for thinking i could pull of this crazy plan. maybe you should just go home kou,” you admited. your eyes wouldn’t dare look into his eyes, instead redirecting your attention on the hem of your sweater.

bokuto wasn’t a quitter and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go into there alone. he grabbed your hand and gave it a small squeeze, his other hand raising your chin up.

“i’m not letting you admit defeat, y/n. besides, i’m wearing the perfect sweater.” beamed bokuto.

“sweater?” you puzzled. “check it out, it’s made out of boyfriend material.” he joked, earning a simple smile out of you and washing away your doubts.

you couldn’t help but marvel at the look of pure determination on his face. you’ve seen it plenty of times, mostly during tough volleyball games. the way you could look into his eyes and see a fire set ablaze made you feel strong and fearless. bokuto just had that effect on people. without a second thought, one hand interwined with bokuto’s, you pushed open the door.

unfortunately, your rush of adrenaline was cut short by the disgusting sight of your cousin, chiyo. her eyes immediately landed on you but soon shifted over to the mysterious attractive man to your left.

chiyo was vile, cruel, judgemental, rude, bossy, selfish and the list goes on. since you were children, she made it her life goal to be better than you in everything. you were usually able to tolerate her childish attempts to make you feel inferior but ever since she got an internship with alexander wang while you were still stuck in college, she just couldn’t stop tearing apart your life.

“oh my, look who it is. hello y/n, is this your friend?” questioned chiyo, her eyes running bokuto up and down like tiger finding her next prey.

oblivious to her true intentions, he offered her his usual friendly smile. you rolled your eyes, anger stirring deep within you.

you wrap your arms around bokuto’s waist and lovingly rest your head onto his chest.

still in his embrace, you turn your head to face chiyo again “no, this is my boyfriend bokuto. but i don’t think i see your boyfriend, is he around?” you retorted. chiyo gasped in response, and after failing to find a snarky rebuttal she stomped away in annoyance.

while cheers of victory rang through your head, you peered up at bokuto. “did you see that taro? we really showed her” you laughed.

but bokuto didn’t laugh. he nodded trying to keep his calm but inside he was screaming hysterically. he felt like absolute jelly in your touch, wondering why he wanted to play this role forever.

“come on, you should meet my little cousins!” you say as you drag him to the backyard.

needless to say, the kids absolutely adored him.

“hey hey hey!” boomed bokuto, his voice resonating through the yard and catching the attention of the horde of children.

your five year old cousin yuta gaped at his towering height “woahhh mister— you’re a giant!” another boy began climbing his body, tugging at his white-grey streaked hair, causing bokuto to yelp in pain.

it was a sight that made your heart swell with happiness. the way bokuto sat on the grass, surrounded by children ooo-ing and ah-ing at his stories while he showcased a huge grin made you appreciate the little things. and of course you just had to snapping a quick picture of bokuto before he could even notice. after the initial excitement died down, he returned to your side with the same grin painted on his face.

“excuse me, y/n-chan. is that your husband?” a tiny voice whispered, tugging at the hem of your cyan-colored sweater. the girl, small and doe-eyed, pointed a shy finger towards the boy.

oh my god. you were mortified, completely frozen in your spot. you couldn’t believe she just said that, why would she say that? suddenly you hated children. but at that moment you just desperately wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole.

before you could awkwardly announce that he was just your boyfriend, bokuto already had the situation under control. he placed one knee on the grass, now eye-level to the girl. with a hearty laugh he said “not yet...but would you like to be a flower girl at our wedding?” the girl’s eyes lit up with pure bliss, nodding her head aggressively to his suggestion.

for a split second, you thought bokuto deserved an oscar for his exceptional acting skills.

because at that moment, you were beginning to fall for him, wondering if one day you would be lucky enough to walk down the aisle to meet a teary-eyed bokuto at the altar.

“oh y/n i’m so happy you’re dating bokuto!!” your mother exclaimed, clapping her hands together at the dinner table.

you’ve been dreading dinner time the entire day, and of course your mother just had to prove your point exactly.

“y/n has always been gushing over him, i’m so glad she finally made a move— how did you two finally get together?” your mother questioned, placing her chopsticks down, leaning forward to give you her full attention. the rest of your family turned their heads towards you and eagerly waited for your response as they continued eating.

“oh, i-um” you stuttered. why didn’t you prepare more? you thought, mentally facepalming your poor decisions.

luckily, bokuto interrupted, “actually i confessed first, at my last game..” he offered you a small smile, and placed his hand over yours. it was a gesture that made you let go off the breath you were holding, it meant “i got this.”

“i thought she was perfect from the first time we met..”

you laughed. what a lie. the first time you met bokuto was far from elegant. you still remember it vividly, you standing on the sidelines chatting with kageyama when suddenly bokuto’s hard serve accidentally hits you in the back of the head. lets just say you weren’t exactly pleased to meet the perpetrator.

“and i thought she hated at first. we had mutual friends so we hung out more, and the more i got to spend time with her, the more i fell for her. i loved how she greeted me with a congratulatory hug after every match or how she would constantly sends me random songs that reminded her of me. i’m glad she’s mine..” professed bokuto.

he had the entire room swooning over every word, the story stringing together like it came straight out of your typical romantic movie.

oh how you wished bokuto wasn’t such a good actor. you wished he was the terrible fake boyfriend that all the kids loathed. you wished he was the terrible fake boyfriend that your mom didn’t look at with complete and utter adoration. you wished he was the terrible boyfriend that didn’t make your entire world stop on its axis with one look, one touch or one word.

falling in love with bokuto kotarou was easy; it’s admitting to yourself that it happened that was hard.

“mind if i join you?” asked bokuto.

after a long and tiring dinner, you decided to lay down outside, gazing at the blanket of stars that lit up the pitch black sky.

you longed for peace and quiet, away from your crazy family and your fake boyfriend. but you couldn’t escape from the feelings you harbored for bokuto.

“no.” you said, not daring to even glance at him. he laid down beside you, so close that his warmth radiated and his hand lightly grazed yours. silence filled the air, begging someone to say something, anything.

“thank you taro.” you whispered. “you’re suprisingly a good actor.”

“you ever heard of method acting?” he asked. you shake your head in confusion and he continues,”its when an actor completely embraces his role by developing sincere and genuine emotions..”

he sat up abruptly, diverting his gaze from the stars to your face, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. his fingers lace through yours, your hearts thumping joyfully in a familiar unison.

“what i mean is— acting isn’t hard when it’s real. none of my feelings were fake” expressed bokuto. “i don’t wanna be the fake boyfriend anymore.”

and for once, neither you or bokuto question your feelings, everything became so clear.

“because, frankly, i think our hands fit perfectly and i wouldn’t mind holding yours forever.”

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Golden Days of Yore

It all happened much quicker than Emma was entirely prepared for. A string of words, and a sprint out of the throne room, and Killian’s hand was impossibly warm in hers, twisting through side streets of Camelot with a battalion of guards on their collective heels. That was to be expected, she supposed. Refusing a proposal wasn’t particularly diplomatic, after all.

----- Rating: Teen with kissing and magic and sword fights Word Count: 7K AN: Today’s festive prompt comes from @strangestarlighttree and is “I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me?” This took several iterations to finally happen and owes most of its existence to @shireness-says who was like “you really like Pirates of the Caribbean.” She’s right, I do. So, most of this is shamelessly stolen from that scene in At Worlds End.

Also on Ao3 if that’s your jam.

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“You have got to stop doing the face thing.”

Lifting an eyebrow, Killian did not, in fact, stop doing the face thing. If anything, his expression only grew more pointed, lips thinning and eyes turning appraising, and Emma supposed that was an understandable reaction to the last seventy-two hours or so, but those same seventy-two hours had been just as stressful for her and—

It was snowing.

All things considered, that seemed entirely unfair.

“What does the face thing entail, exactly?” Waving a hand through the barely-there space between them, Emma refused to acknowledge whatever fluttered in the pit of her stomach. At the continued arch of his one eyebrow, and the way his lips quirked up ever so slightly, which only made it all too obvious how her eyes kept lingering on his mouth, but that also might have been the crux of her problem, and she was seriously considering strangling His Majesty King Arthur of Camelot.

On principle, or something.

“You’re doing it now,” Emma sneered, voice rising on every letter. “Can’t you tell?” “What my face is doing at this very moment? ‘Fraid I might have a few other things on my mind.”

Yanking his sword out of its scabbard felt slightly over the top, even when the soft whoosh of metal was oddly comforting, although Emma’s mind was quick to point out that also might have just been him and them and all those collective and vaguely possessive pronouns made the shouts chasing after them a little less intimidating. Still, admittedly a bit problematic, but—

None of this was supposed to happen.

Everyone knew. Everyone had always known. Watched them grow up together, less-than-covert glances in the throne room, and more time spent together than was entirely appropriate, but no one had ever told them to stop and Emma was fairly certain she wouldn’t have listened anyway. And by now, most kingdoms had simply accepted the inevitably of it all, willing to ally with Misthaven in a different sort of way, but Arthur was something of a noted ass and almost too self-important. Killian’s shoulders had gone very straight when it happened.

“Oh, you think you’re very clever,” Emma grumbled, letting him twist and turn her until she was flush against his side.

“I think I’m rather fantastic at making you blush, actually.” “Overconfidence does not become you.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Killian argued, tapping a free finger on Emma’s warmer-than-usual cheek, and the snow was getting stronger. Heavier, maybe. Specifics could not have mattered less. They had to get out of that kingdom. “C’mon, let’s—” Yanking on her arm nearly pulled the stupid thing out of its socket, Emma’s objection falling on deaf and determined ears while they darted down a different street. “This looks good, right?”

“If you get us lost,” she warned, “I’m going to be very frustrated.”

“That’s what will frustrate you most? Of all the things? My sense of direction?”

“Do you smell that?” Grimacing, Emma could see every one of Killian’s teeth, and it smelled like stale ale and sailors in desperate need of a bar of soap, and somehow, like hay. “What if we stole some horses?” she suggested. “Just for fun.” He kissed the top of her hair. More than once — almost like he was making sure she was still there, and that had never really been up for debate, but Emma could not stop thinking about the state of his shoulders, and the amount of tension in them couldn’t have been healthy. “Why did we even agree to come to this God forsaken place at all?”

“Diplomacy, or something. And Liam didn’t want to sail, for what it’s worth.”

Huffing, Killian’s gaze kept darting back over his shoulder. The guards were getting closer. Louder, even. More shout-prone. “Few gold pieces, at least,” he grumbled, and that time it was Emma’s laugh that was a little out of place. “Although our vaunted captain would be rather put-out if we did steal horses. Nowhere to store them on-board.” “Ah, yeah, that’s a good point, actually.”

“Do you think we still get paid despite all of that desired diplomacy almost spectacularly blowing up in all our faces?” “Ok, nothing blew up, that’s—” “—A technicality, I’m sure.” Not sticking her tongue out was not the victory Emma wanted it to be. “Wasn’t a possibility.” “Rather atrocious liar, m’dear.” A victory likely couldn’t count as a victory when it ended as suddenly as that one did. Cold air stung Emma’s tongue as soon as it snuck between her teeth, Killian’s expression turning knowing and a hint more confident and he kept shaking his sword. So the snow wouldn’t stick.

Liam really had not wanted to sail in the winter.

“Reasonable, though,” Killian added, shoulder bumping Emma’s while she tried to turn and somehow keep moving and the arm around her waist was even better than all those pronouns from before. Noticeably warmer, too.

He was always ridiculously warm. Like her own personal—

That was dramatic. Overly so, honestly. And no matter how straight his shoulders might have gone, Killian had never actually done anything. Not yet, at least. Said a few things; whispered them in Emma’s ear when they ducked into that one corner that no one ever seemed to glance towards in that one hall that was often abandoned in the castle, or as soon as Emma’s arms circled his neck the moment his feet returned to solid land, and that second thing had been happening more often, but she knew it was only because her parents trusted him, and Liam was a rather fantastic captain and the Jewel of the Realm was the pride of Misthaven’s naval force.

Separations were better with reunions like theirs. And he was exceptionally good at kissing her. Specifically. On the edge of the dock, or anywhere else.

“My father might challenge Arthur to a duel,” Emma muttered, trying to catch her breath. Easier said than done at the moment, more footsteps and cries that sounded suspiciously battle in nature. Fighting their way out of Camelot had not really been part of the plan.

Tightening his arm, Killian spun Emma again — her back colliding with the nearest wall, and that didn’t do much to help the state of her lungs, but she assumed that was simply a product of everything else and Killian’s eyes were almost soft when she let her head loll to the side.

“He might have to get in line.” “Sounding awfully confident in your sword skills.” Scoffing made his shoulders shift, and the few strands of hair that fell across his forehead moved. As if they knew exactly what that did to Emma, and her magic, and the overall state of her heart. All of them threatening to combust there, in a dingy Camelot alley. “You know,” Killian drawled, “I’d never really understood the expression to see red until I was standing in that throne room, listening to some bastard king try to marry you off to his nephew.”

“I was worried my magic was going to actually cause an earthquake.”

Emma wasn’t sure when, exactly, Killian’s hand had found hers again — only that his fingers tightened and his thumb started tracing the edge of her wrist and both of those things were more than enough to calm her unsteady pulse. Magic, too. It had always worked like that. With them. There had always been a them.

“Mmhm, I could tell. Rather noticeable when the ends of your hair glow, you realize?” “What was that about being a bastard?” “Orphan,” Killian amended, “if you’d like to get technical. Born into something almost resembling honor, and married parents.”

Her head was already dangerously close to resting on her own shoulder, so Emma knew her neck couldn’t take much more of this particular angle, but she also could not have cared less and the hitch in Killian’s voice made her whole body ache. “Arthur’s an idiot. This was...none of this was supposed to happen, it was supposed to be trade routes and opening up business with Camelot’s grain producers and—” Emma sighed, blinking back tears that would do nothing to help the situation. “Mordred had horrible hair.”

Something, something, like her own personal sun.

Turning his head slower than she entirely appreciated, the force of Killian’s answering smile was enough to root Emma the ground. Magic roared in her ears, some kind of emotion-based symphony because everyone had always told her that magic relied on emotion and most of hers had always been centered around the man currently staring at her like she was the center of the known universe.

It had always worked like that. With them.

“That’s what made all the difference, huh?” Emma shrugged. “I wouldn’t say all the difference, but it was certainly a factor.” “Naturally, and what else does the crown princess look for when choosing a suitor.? Aside from hair length and—” He narrowed his eyes, leaning close enough that his nose nearly brushed Emma’s cheek. She wished it would. She almost forgot they needed to keep running. “I’m assuming a lack of well-tailored clothing.” “Gods, right? Like he was wearing a burlap sack.” “Not very becoming for a royal.” “Or anyone,” Emma corrected, tugging lightly on the front of a uniform with more medals on it than she remembered. “Nothing was ever going to happen, you know that?”

“The hair really was a rather fantastic clue.” “I’m serious.” Another head kiss. Fingers that grazed the edge of Emma’s jaw, threatening to card through strands of hair that weren’t as greasy as Mordered’s, but were growing increasingly damp the longer they stood stock-still in a snow storm. He nosed at her cheek.

She tried very hard not to fall over.

“I know,” Killian promised, something just on the edge of his voice that Emma couldn’t name. Part regret, and something almost akin to disappointment or desperation and that last one likely had something to do with the shouting. Growing loud again, despite their imperfect hiding spot, and of all the things she could have done, pushing up on her toes, slinging an arm over one of his shoulders and kissing the ever living daylights out of him probably wasn’t one of her better ideas.

Even after sailing to Camelot in the winter.

Still, it only took, by Emma’s admittedly shaky count, about three seconds for Killian to respond. Enthusiastically.

Pulling Emma closer, she was never entirely sure who made what noise. Only that one of them might have gasped, and the other certainly groaned, her hips canting up and his hand flat against the small of her back, panted breaths coming between lips that moved much quicker than usual. As if they realized they were pressed for time, and anxious to use all of it — to prove something, possibly.

Snow continued to fall on both of them, covering Killian’s shoulders and clinging to the ends of Emma’s hair, some of which had also started to shimmer just a bit. It cast shadows around them, bits of light stretching across the cobblestone street and splaying across Killian’s chest when Emma leaned back because oxygen appeared to still be a basic human necessity, despite her efforts to prove otherwise.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have run out of the throne room,” she mumbled, mostly into Killian’s mouth. Moving away from his mouth appeared to be impossible in the moment.

He kissed the bridge of her nose, that time.

“I believe, love, that you were the only one who sprinted out of the throne room, I—” “—Oh no, there was no sprinting!” “There was, I watched it happen.” “In this gown?” Emma argued, another wave of her hand and she figured she had an excuse to stare at Killian’s lips now. More so than usual, at least. “Explain the logistics of that to me, please.”

Opening his mouth, Killian’s jaw snapped shut before he could respond with what was undoubtedly the realm’s snarkiest answer — both of their gazes darting towards a brand-new voice. Who sounded suspiciously like Arthur’s captain of the guard, and Emma had only met Lancelot a few times, but he always seemed fairly nice. She was starting to reexamine that position.

“Your Highness,” Lancelot called, rounding the corner and his sword was drawn too. “Stop this. Just—” His eyebrows lifted when he took in the scene, and Emma could only imagine the state her hair was in. Killian’s hand didn’t move. Tightened, maybe — on the back of her gown, which really was much too long to sprint in. “You need to come back to the palace, Your Highness. His Majesty is willing to overlook all of this if—” “—I marry his nephew?” Lancelot didn’t respond. Didn’t really have to, not when he was suddenly flanked by half a dozen more uniforms and obviously sharp swords.

Emma exhaled. “I think I’ve made it rather clear how I feel about that, don’t you, Sir Knight?”

“It’s a good match, Your Highness.” “And I’m sure you’d really like to believe that, but—” Shrugging continued to be the easiest reaction. Aside from the kissing. Which was always easy. And good. Really good. Their overall talent at kissing each other had to count for several things, Emma was sure. “—I’m afraid I’ve got to tell you that your king is,” Emma hissed in a breath, only a little worried about the state of Killian’s shoulders and his grip on her dress, “an idiot.”

He snickered. Honest to all the Gods Emma could name, and a few other she couldn’t. Directly in her ear, chest shaking with the effort and Lancelot’s eyes understandably bugged when Killian kissed the side of Emma’s neck.

Not particularly diplomatic. “Might have just squandered away your payment, Lieutenant,” she muttered, dimly aware of Lancelot’s orders and the limited number of escape routes in this alley.

“Ah, it might have been worth it. Did I mention I love you, today?” “I don’t believe so, no.” “Foolish. Shall we start running again?” Using Killian’s shoulder as leverage, he only grunted slightly when Emma jumped up. But then his arm was curled around her waist again, and her feet weren’t touching the ground and—

She nodded.

“Might be in our best interest.”

Smacking a kiss to his cheek on her way back towards the ground, Emma’s feet barely made contact before they were moving, darting around confused passerbys and a handful of interested guards who were immediately reprimanded for not stopping the prisoner, which—

“I’m a prisoner now,” Emma mused, “that’s interesting, I’ve never been that before.” “Keep moving, and we might be able to avoid that.” “Oh, promises promises.”

“Am I still doing the face thing, then?”

Making an undignified sound in the back of her throat, Emma nodded as obnoxiously as she was able, fully expecting the tip of Killian’s tongue to find the corner of his mouth. Somehow, the stupid thing still managed to be distracting, but then tilted lips rather quickly became a smirk, and something far closer to teasing than their current situation should have allowed and his sword moved far quicker than she was entirely ready for.

Steel hit steel, directly above Emma’s head — those same eyes that had been so content to linger on wholly out-of-place flirt-type expressions widening before she could properly school her features, and Killian had actually had the gall to laugh. Soft, and slightly under his breath, but the noise was still there and the fluttering in Emma’s stomach was starting to inch up her throat. If her cloak got ruined by these snowflakes, she really would do something drastic to Arthur.

Who, it appeared, had sent a rather large battalion after them.

That might not have been the right word, honestly. Caring about proper vocabulary seemed to be a waste of time in the midst of what may very well be a declaration of war, or at least open hostilities, and that did not really match up with the season, or the reasoning behind their initial visit, but that initial visit was apparently a rather enormous rouse and—

“Yes, but,” Killian grunted, pushing on Emma’s shoulder and he didn’t need to. Ducking on her own, she flipped her palms up, warmth buzzing under her skin and through any number of veins in either one of her arms, and the nearest Camelot guard dropped. Almost immediately.

She grinned.

HIs eyebrow practically disappeared into his hairline.

“But,” Emma echoed.

“Simply telling me that I’m doing something doesn’t exactly describe what I’m doing and—ah, bloody hell.” Grinning even wider, she sidestepped another swipe of his sword, the ends of her now snow-stained gown twisting around her ankles, and there were more of them. Guards continued to pour across the drawbridge in front of the castle, and that castle wasn’t much more than a blot on the horizon anymore, but Emma could still see the flags fluttering from the tops of several dozen spires, the minimal sunlight glinting off metal and stone and neither one of those things felt particularly fair either. Nothing about that castle deserved gleaming spires, or well-maintained flags, and it took about twelve seconds of increasing frustration for Emma’s magic to noticeably shift.

Into something far closer to frustration, and possibly even anger and the guard in front of Killian gasped. Once the sword hilt he was holding started to burn his hand.

“Impressive trick, Your Highness,” Killian said. Another chuckle. A more potent smirk. Flirting in the middle of attack likely wasn’t one of their better ideas, either.

Even though—well, one time they’d snuck out of the castle, to try and learn the constellations, which at the time had felt very romantic and entirely swoon-worthy, but then Emma had fallen asleep, and Killian had fallen asleep and she’s still not sure she’s ever seen her father more upset.

It had created a bit of a scandal.

Sleeping, not her father’s anger. Which might get a run for its memorable money once learned about everything that had happened in Camelot.

Marriage proposals were supposed to be run by him first, after all. Or so she’d imagine. Even antiquated as that particular notion was.

“Flatter me with just a hint more honesty next time, Lieutenant,” Emma muttered, and there was likely no important reason for his hand to be as warm as it was. Lacing his fingers through hers, Killian’s eyes noticeably brightened, tugging lightly on Emma’s arm and they weren’t exactly running, anymore — couldn’t, what with the state of her increasingly heavy skirts and the state of the road, and both of them slipped more than once as they dashed towards the docks, footsteps echoing behind them.

“I’ll see what I can do about that in the future,” Killian laughed. Skidding across the makeshift gangplank, Emma nearly collided with his back the moment they got back on deck, met almost instantaneously by Captain Liam Jones. And the hands that appeared cemented to his hips.

“Overstuffed mother hen,” Killian mumbled. Or at least tried. It didn’t really work — and part of Emma wondered if that was simply because she was more attuned to him and his voice, and several other things she couldn’t begin to consider in the moment, but she was admittedly also a little distracted by the muscle jumping in Liam’s temple.

“Have a few opinions you’d like to voice a bit louder, Lieutenant?” Liam asked archly, and that particular use of Killian’s title wasn’t quite as fun. Scrunching her nose, Emma tried very hard to disappear into the background, but that background also included more guards and more swords and—“Weigh anchor,” Liam shouted, command lacing every letter, “get those sails ready, I want us gone as—”

Cutting himself off the way he did, didn’t do much to inspire any confidence in their ability to escape, and it was entirely possible Emma was the greatest and most consistent idiot in this entire comedy of errors. There wasn’t any wind. No moving tide, or any of the other sailing-type factors she didn’t entirely understand, but knew were a requirement for actually leaving Camelot.

They needed to leave Camelot.

Her refusal of Mordred hadn’t been particularly kind. Included quite a lot of cursing, actually. She hoped that part of the story didn’t make it back to her mother.

Keeping her eyes trained on her feet only made it more obvious when Liam nearly stepped on them, light reflecting off the top of his boots and eventually she’d have to thank him. For not mentioning the location of Killian’s hand. Or it’s equally cement-like tendencies. To her. Killian kept touching her. “Might need some help, ma’am.”

“I’ve never altered the course of the winds,” Emma argued, and she didn’t have to look up. Could hear Liam’s eyebrows lift, an unspoken challenge she’d absolutely rise up to meet because she was nothing if not impossibly stubborn.

Killian kissed the top of her hair again. In front of his brother. So, things were rather dire, it seemed. “Fine, fine,” Emma sighed, barely flinching when someone kicked the gangplank into the harbor. Water crested the deck railing, her neck finally willing to participate in the conversation again — and that wasn’t the good thing it should have been, more than a handful of Camelot uniforms somehow also standing on deck, with brandished swords and nearly-identical sneers that only served to frustrate her even more, and the first flutter of magic at the back of her brain made Killian’s fingers twitch.

Liam’s eyebrows didn’t move.

“Scale of one to ten…” “A forty-seven,” Killian sighed, all but shoving Emma that time. One side of his hip bumped hers, wrist and arm moving in the kind of tandem she would have been impressed by if she weren’t still a little frustrated, and preoccupied with their collective kissing talent. “If not more, I—” Kicking his leg out, the Camelot guard cursed when he landed on his back, lifting both hands in surrender as soon as Killian pointed his sword at the man’s chest. “—Hadn’t ever heard some of the words she used when Arthur started talking about a solstice wedding.” “Solstice,” Liam echoed in disbelief. “But that’s—” “—Two weeks,” Emma finished, keeping a grip on Killian’s left elbow. For stability, because they didn’t have the tide, but they did have oars and a sliver of space between the Jewel and its dock, and also because touching him made everything else easier. Magic, belief, a slew of increasingly sentimental and dramatic thoughts, and she should have told him she loved him back. “Apparently he thought if we wrapped it up quickly, it would be easier. And there would be decorations, some swill about fresh starts and turns of the calendar, I think.” “Used those exact words, did he?” “Any wonder I ran out of there as quickly as I did?”

“Gods, what an idiot. Killian didn’t challenge him to a duel, did he?”

Blushing continued to be one of Emma’s more ridiculous bodily reactions, particularly when it came with that grin on Killian’s face and he didn’t look away from her when he moved his sword. Behind his back, blocking a cowardly attack at his shoulder blades and Emma regretted the amount of oxygen she exhaled as soon as it was gone from her lungs.

Which appeared to be dissolving in her chest.

The latest attacker tripped over the other man, still lying prostrate at Killian’s feet. So, the whole thing had devolved into farce rather quickly.

“Wasn’t really enough time,” she admitted, Liam’s ensuing nod not quite as official when he was also chuckling at her.

“Where do you think your vocabulary took such a turn, princess?”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Must have spent time with some especially shady characters,” Killian said, turning his arm so he could pull Emma away from another uniform. That one looked like he was holding cuffs. “Need you to get behind me, love.”

“Are you kidding me?” “Did I sound like I was kidding?” All three of them were going to suffer from headaches, sooner or later. Liam’s eyes threatened to get stuck in the back of his head — Emma not sure if he was reacting to her or his brother, or them together, and it didn’t matter because he was already taking the stairs back to the helm. “A man tried to stab you in the back,” Emma yelled, gesturing wildly and she imagined that only made it easier for Killian to walk her towards those same stairs. She didn’t trip.

Probably unimportant, as well.

“I’m failing to see the point. Walk, Swan.”

Swords continued to clatter around them, more than a few grunts and especially creative curses, and Killian’s eyes only slightly moved when Emma stared at him. In what she hoped looked like unspoken victory, and she couldn’t declare victory before they were out of this realm, but she’d really hadn’t ever done that before and— “Duck,” she cried, not at all surprised when Killian followed instructions. Without question.

His fingers curled around her waist when he moved, Lancelot freezing where he stood and he stood much closer to both of them than Emma appreciated. Another pair of cuffs hung from his left hand, eyes threatening to take up most of the space on his face while his pupils darted left and right. His lips were still parted, as if he were getting ready to say something else, but no sound came out and Emma’s next exhale had a distinctly unhinged edge to it.

“Bloody genius,” Killian murmured, kissing exactly where his lips landed. Against Emma’s stomach.

And for as frozen as Lancelot was, and as overwhelmed as Emma was starting to get, the rest of the ship did not appear to get that particular command. Wood splintered as men were tossed into boxes of cargo, sails barely moving in the minimal breeze they’d been afforded, and Killian only just pulled Emma out of the path of an oncoming uniform before that same uniform rushed up the stairs, lifted his sword and started fighting Liam. Which might have been the worst mistake any of them had made yet.

Huffing, Killian mumbled something that sounded like never hear the end of it against Emma’s temple, but she barely heard it. Was too focused on gripping the front of his jacket, and closing her eyes, trying to focus magic that had always been a little unruly and occasionally almost terrifying and several strands of hair immediately hit her cheeks.

“I need you to talk,” Emma said, and that wasn’t quite the order her last words had been, but Killian responded all the same. After kissing the edge of her mouth.

Words flowed out of him — as easy as anything, promising and guaranteeing, and quite some time was paid to Emma’s vast library of curses, but then the tone shifted and she wasn’t even sure she’d recognize it if she hadn’t been desperate for it. Low and a little gruffer than usual, like his throat was tightening around the feeling, and maybe even around her, and the glow wasn’t contained to the ends of her hair anymore. It hung from the bend of her elbow, wrapped around either one of her ankles and inched up the curve of Killian’s left calf. Wrapped around both of them, like some barrier of magic and—

“What if we got married?”

Brows soaring, Killian’s jaw tightened enough that Emma was briefly worried for the state of his teeth, but she heard the soft pop of his lips when they parted and she was still staring at his lips, so it was easy to notice the exact moment they tilted up.

Into a smile. Of the sun-type variety.

“I know this isn’t the best time, and this wasn't part of the plan, but...well, we are under attack and if we die, then—”

Liam groaned. "We're not going to die. Honestly."

"Something about the brevity of life, then," Emma lifted a shoulder, still gripping the front of Killian’s jacket. That likely made it easier for him to wrap his fingers around her wrists, lift her hands and kiss the bend of her knuckles. Not melting right there was also a rather impressive victory. “It’s not an answer, really,” she muttered. “Still, I...uh—” “—You really don’t know?” Her heart skipped a beat. Multiple beats, if the state of her body was any indication and Emma didn’t remember deciding to breathe out of her mouth. Probably ruined the moment. Although the battle didn’t help much, either.

“It does prove you’re not a snoop, darling. So, I suppose that’s a boon to my confidence for the future of this entire relationship.”

Her eyes were going to fall out. Directly on the deck, where they would roll around, and inevitably get stepped on, and Emma still could not bring herself to blink. Missing any of the next fourteen seconds of conversation was an impossibility. “You really don’t know,” Killian repeated, sounding more awed that time and— “Say words!” The goddamn tip of his goddamn tongue moved back to the corner of his goddamn mouth, and that would not have been an issue if Lancelot wasn’t frozen a few feet away and Liam wasn’t grunting with almost startling regularity and Emma didn’t think before she pulled on the hilt of Killian’s sword. He let go.

Of the sword, at least. Keeping a hold on her, Emma’s skirts were a fabric disaster, flying up and sailing out and she just managed to get the blade up in time. Her arm shook under the force of the sword swinging above her, but she also wasn’t currently being stabbed, and Killian was laughing, the ass, and the nearest Camelot guard looked appropriately scandalized. When Killian ducked down, grabbed the handle of the tiny dagger hidden in Emma’s boot, and threw it.

Directly into that same guard’s right thigh.

“There’s a box hidden in the back corner of my drawers,” Killian said, glancing up at Emma with another wholly obnoxious and equally attractive smile. “Has been for quite some time.” “No.” “No?” “No,” she echoed. “That’s—but I...is that why you were so upset?” “Well, anyone proposing to you, person I love more than just about anyone in the world—” “—Hey,” Liam called, but Emma’s hands had minds of their own and he was admittedly fairly busy. Killian pulled her up to the next step. Away from the man currently bleeding all over the deck.

That did distract from the romance of it all.

“So,” Killian continued, “it could have been anyone, and I would have been furious. But, as you say, this wasn’t supposed to happen, and I’ve been carting this ring around for months and—” “—Months,” Emma yelped.

“More than I’d like to admit to. It’s a very good ring, though. Deserved the proper moment.” “You think that’s now?” “I think I’d like to marry you very much, and would be willing to cause a cross-realm incident if I were allowed to do that.” Whatever fluttered between Emma’s ribs wasn’t the magic she was used to. Was stronger, and brighter and somehow more true than either one of those things. She pushed back up on her toes, ignoring the ache in her calves and the snow-induced shiver, fingers pushing into Killian’s hair once she was close enough and— “Liam!”

Killian blinked. More than once. Leaned back in understandable confusion, and tried to make sure Emma didn’t inadvertently stab him in the process. “Not now,” he yelled back, sounding a decade younger and only passably annoyed that Emma and Killian were interrupting him. “Unless this about the magic and the wind and getting the hell out of here.” “Could be, if you stop being a prat.” Laughing into the crook of Emma’s neck, Killian’s smile was still obvious. And warm. Lighting something more metaphorical in the center of Emma, until goosebumps rippled on her skin and magic rushed up her spine and Liam’s whole head rolled when he met her gaze. “We’d like to get married now, Captain Jones.” “Now?” Liam balked. “Honestly, right now?” “Could help, don’t you think? Can’t marry somehow else if I’m already married.” Liam didn’t look convinced. Two more guards advanced on him — and they must have been jumping from the deck now, because the gangplank was nowhere near the surface of the water and Emma might have giggled. In anticipation, or something equally romantic.

“I think it’s the smartest thing we’ve ever done,” Killian said, a string of curses pouring out of Liam. Emma would have to remember some of them.

“Of course you do. Alright, I just—ah, hold on.” Disarming the closest man didn’t take much time, but it did allow a few more people to rush towards Killian and Lancelot was starting to thaw. Emma turned, pressing her back against Killian’s and trying to focus on the heat and the magic and the snow stopped for a moment. To make way for a burst of chilled wind, billowing the sails above them. “Do you,” Liam started, another sharp inhale as he draped himself over the helm, “Her Royal Highness Princess Emma of Misthaven, take Lieutenant Killian Jones to—” An elbow hit her side when Killian brandished his sword again, her palms flipping back up to let magic ripple out and the next wave wasn’t as choppy as it should have been. Directed them, maybe. Into open water and away from the dock, and four men were rather suddenly lifted up by the magically-created wind and thrown, without much ceremony, off the ship.

“What color’s the stone?” Emma asked.

Killian’s head dropped. Onto hers. “Blue.” “Oh, you’re a romantic, you know that?” “Only when it concerns you.”

Clearing his throat didn’t do much to recapture their attention, but Liam’s expression had turned decidedly captain and only slightly humorous. Most of his hair was plastered to his forehead, now. “Can I keep going, then?” “By your leave, Captain,” Killian muttered. Emma threw a few more men back onto land.

“To be your lawfully wedded husband,” Liam finished. Turning the wheel, he waited for Emma’s response, but she didn’t respond quickly enough and—“That’s your line, Princess.” Killian kissed her cheek.

Only Lancelot was left on deck.

“Oh, yes, yes, I do. Enthusiastically!”

Barking out a few more orders, Liam directed the Jewel away from the rest of Camelot’s nearby fleet, and none of those ships had fired on them, so at least Arthur had something resembling sense. “And do you, Lieutenant Killian Jones, take—” “—Absolutely,” Killian interrupted, drawing the ire of his brother and his captain and the absolute devotion of Emma, crown princess of Misthaven. “I love you,” he added, “more than I knew I could.”

Wind whipped around them, Emma closing her eyes to let the words soak into her, settle under her skin and take root in the very center of her soul. She barely heard whatever Liam said next, the crew quick to respond anyway and she wasn’t all that surprised by the feel of Killian’s thumb under her chin.

“Once more,” Emma whispered.

Maybe not just the sun. Maybe a whole constellation, or a brand-new universe and there weren't really that many worthwhile trade options with Camelot anyway.

“I love you,” Killian said, loud enough that Emma could hear. No one else. Not when there was enough wind to nearly knock them over, and the kind of magic that rang out around them, dots of color hanging in the air when she tilted her head up, pulled him down and, once again, kissed the ever living daylights out of him.

To which Killian had absolutely no argument whatsoever.

“I love you too,” Emma whispered, only pulling away when Lancelot’s knees collided with the deck. “Sir Knight, have you met my husband yet?” Liam groaned. “I didn’t say man and wife yet!�� “Worst officiant we could have gotten,” Killian muttered into Emma’s hair. “Say that again, though.” “Husband?”

She’d think about the exact look on his face for far longer than she’d ever be willing to admit. Although the rest of her life did have a very good ring to it, and Lancelot hardly made any noise when Emma blinked him back to land.

“Man and wife,” Liam shouted, “I now pronounce you man and wife. May it save us from many longing looks in the future.”

Emma tilted her head. “Were you longing, Lieutenant?” “Ardently,” Killian confirmed, pulling her hand up to kiss her knuckles again and she liked to imagine he meant to land where he did. Exactly where a ring would sit. “C’mon, Liam can take care of the rest.”

They didn’t bother double checking.

And the ring wasn’t just blue, was gorgeous and perfect and no one knocked on the door to Killian’s cabin all night, which she’d have to thank Liam for eventually because Ruby was already standing at the edge of the docks when the Jewel arrived in Misthaven a week and a half later.

“Good news travels fast,” she said, bypassing any greeting. “Your ears are red, Lieutenant.” “Ruby, I—” Emma started, but that only got her a brusque head shake and crossed arms and the magic in her veins didn’t really ebb, but it might have shifted slightly. Into defense, and wholly rational reasoning, and Ruby’s lips twisted.

When her eyes fell to Emma’s left hand. “Let’s go. They’re waiting.” Taking longer than it should have to get to the throne room, Emma knew Liam trailed behind her and Killian, more than ready to take responsibility for his part in the realm’s most ridiculous royal wedding, and she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Not when the last twelve days had felt like another person’s life, far too much smiling and far less secret kissing, and they kissed constantly. Much to the chagrin of Liam, but Emma thought she noticed him smiling a bit more too and—

The doors creaked, both of them opening in front of them and her parents were sitting on their thrones.

With crowns. “Ah damn,” Emma breathed, Kllian's fingers tightening where they were twisted around hers.

Narrowing his eyes, her father didn’t look quite as angry as she expected. Possibly a little wary, like he was still trying to decide what to say, or how to say it, but then there was a clack of heels on marble and arms around Emma and Killian didn’t have a chance to extradite himself. From Her Majesty Queen Snow’s vice-like grip on the pair of them.

“Oh, congratulations,” she said, blinking back tears and Emma was breathing out of her mouth again. The hand Ruby moved didn’t do much to block the overall volume of her laugh.

Liam looked very close to passing out.

“Wha—what?” Emma stammered, and her mother’s smile widened.

“We’ve decided Arthur is a—” She glanced back at Emma’s father. “What was the word we used?” “Cad,” he replied, both Jones brothers sounding like they were choking on their tongues. “An absolute cad, who deserves everything he gets after this and—” Taking a step forward, Killian stood up straighter, Emma’s chin jutting out. “Stand down Lieutenant,” her father advised, “I’m not going to reprimand you.” “Much,” Ruby corrected. “Well, yes, much. Because, well—you did ask, didn’t you?”

Emma wasn’t just going to pass out. She must have been dreaming. Coming up with and forcing herself into some fantasy she’d imagined since she was fourteen, and that was the only explanation for the way Killian’s medals glistened.

“Aye, your majesty,” he said, “I did.” “When?” Emma demanded, ignoring whatever sound Ruby was making. “That’s—before we went to Camelot?”

Her father nodded. “Well before, we were starting to wonder if he’d forgotten.” “And while you obviously don’t need our permission to get married,” Emma’s mother added, “tradition’s harder to shake than we might like and...well, Lieutenant Jones followed it all to the letter. Now, what do we think about the solstice?” “What about it?” “Emma, darling, you can get married on a boat—” “—Ship,” Liam and Killian corrected in tandem.

Her mother scrunched her nose. “Yes, yes, ship. But that pesky tradition does suggest we should have some sort of ball, and your father was rather disappointed he was robbed the chance to walk you down the aisle.”

Sighing was easier when her mouth was hanging open. In decidedly unprincess-like fashion, but Emma assumed most princesses didn’t get married on a ship with a sword in her hand, and her father’s arms were tight when she all but threw herself into his chest.

“Solstice,” she echoed, “sounds perfect.”

Also one her mother took as a challenge. Between dress fittings, and menu decisions, music approvals and trying to find shoes that didn’t threaten to break half of Emma’s toes, that one corner in that one hallway was becoming her favorite place. The same one she found herself in less than twenty-four hours before she was supposed to walk down that aisle, and she’d have to fix her hair before she returned to her rooms.

Most of it was rather mussed.

“Do you think weddings will become something of a solstice tradition for us?” Emma asked, trailing her finger across the collar of Killian’s shirt. He shivered.

“Could be worse.” “Could it?” “You could lose a sword fighting challenge.” “Sounds suspiciously like you’re challenging me to a duel.” Kissing her was almost a legitimate distraction, and the grand hall downstairs was already lined with ivy and holly and enough candles to cause a rather large inferno. It was the most beautiful thing Emma had ever seen. “Confident in my skills, that’s why,” Killian said. He was smiling.

Emma didn’t bother to double check. “But,” he added, “I’d marry you as many times as I could.” “Twice is probably enough, honestly.” “Ah that’s good, if I have to try on any more outfits, I might do something unbecoming of my new station.” Laughing, Emma buried her face against hIm — tried to breathe him in, and it was impossible to be nervous when they’d already done this, but she might have been as greedy as she was stubborn and she didn’t anticipate sleeping much that night. “Although,” he added, “heard rumors that your dress is rather lovely.” “That’s the adjective they used?” “What would you suggest?” “Incredible. Gorgeous. Steal your breath, scandalize several dozen nobles when we inevitably kiss too long at the end of the ceremony.” “I’m looking forward to that part.” “Are you?” Emma whispered, still not nervous, but possibly a little hopeful and Killian didn’t need much convincing to prove his point. They continued to be absolutely excellent at kissing.

Each other, specifically. “And to having my breath stolen,” he said, “Meet you at the end of the aisle, aye?” Emma nodded. “Deal.”

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