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mxvladdy · 4 years ago

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heyy i just read your fic Case of the Munchies on ao3 and im Loving it!!!! its amazing!! i was wonder if youre accepting requests and if you haven’t done it could you write the same for the rest: mammon, levi, satan, belphi, dia, barbatos and smth for simeon and luke (ofc platonic) like how angles have a true form and that means they can never relax around mc and how solomon has so much power at his fingertips he can just snap and end them or smth like that? pretty please and thank you!!!!

A/N: Of Course! Of Course! I already did Mammon and Levi HERE so I’ll do the other four in this request! You sent me a lot of good ideas and I’ll sprinkle them out into other requests soon!

Hope you like it!!

Case of the Munchies prt 3!

Word Count: 4.2k

Characters: Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos

TW: Mentions of eating and cook humans, very mild gore

Satan

As the only full-blooded demon of the seven, he has thought about it...just hypothetically of course. When you were new to the Devildom he did find your scent more appetizing than the others. It’s a good thing he has the most restraint and control of all his kin, especially when it comes to his more base urges.

He doesn’t hide this knowledge from you. It’s readily available in the library and his own room in the history books. He just won’t bring it up. So if you don’t say anything, he won’t either. What would he say anyway? “Yes, I’ve thought about it, up until it was outlawed it was a staple of our diet after all…” Ye, probably not the best thing to say.

When you finally brought it up he was exasperated. Did you have to bring it up during the few hours he had alone with himself? He wasn’t going to lie but the thought of hurting your feelings would just about do him in.

He will alleviate your worries if you have any. If Satan was anything, he was genuine.

Mini Fic

His wine curdles in his stomach, turning sour along with the take-out he had nabbed for the two of you to enjoy tonight. Drinks and dinner were becoming a staple in your T.V. night tradition. If one of you had had a rough day you would drop by your favorite shop of the hour and pick up a meal to share while you vent.

Today in particular had been a shit day for him. Failed experiment after failed experiment, and one bottle that didn’t explode on impact with the potion he dropped. Sigh. At least your comforting words soothed his wounded pride a little. You chuckle at his escapades glad to see he is not hurt at least. It was nice to have someone to see the humor in something that normally would have dampened his mood.

��You’re a pest.” He laughs at you while snapping his takeout chopsticks in half to use. “I need sympathy-hours of work wasted.” You snort into your own bowl of udon.

“You need words of praise like Beel needs another stomach.” Satan gasps in mock insult pointing a sauce stained chopstick at you.

“How dare you insult your host! After I toiled over this meal of-” What did he get exactly? Honestly, when he placed the order he was near boiling with rage at his careless fumble. It was to be a surprise for you, something to give you a bit of magic while supervised by himself. He knew how frustrated you were with your lack of magical ability in class so he wanted to gift you something grand. Now he has to wait months to try again.

Ah, well...nothing ventured nothing gained as they say.

You watch him sulk over his soup dumplings, his mile away from the comfort of your company and his room. “Come on blondie.” You poke him with your foot before burying them under his pajama-clad thighs on the couch. “Eat your ‘hard earned’ meal before I do.” You snatch up his D.D.D forgetting your own food for a moment to set up your favorite streaming service to cast to his small T.V. “Want to watch a bunch of humans fail miserably at baking?”

"I thought you would never ask."

Satan feels you stiffen in his arms two hours into your bake-off marathon. Your takeout boxes are cold and forgotten on his coffee table, a bottle of wine gone between the two of you. He glances down at you curious.

You were transfixed on the screen. The novice baker on screen was struggling to keep his monstrosity of a cake upright. It was the annual Halloween episode and this fool went for a Silence of the Lambs inspired cake. A good concept really, but very poorly executed. The fake body parts and sugar blood weighted the pastry down dangerously. If he were, to be frank, the cake was also tacky as hell. Heh, he'd have to try to make this for Lucifer.

"Does his abuse of the piping gun offend you that much?" He jokes wrapping an arm around you.

Your laugh is breathy and lacks its usual warmth. "It is excessive isn't it?" You look up at him. "Hey, Satan-have you ever eaten people before?"

"Uhh…" Great, how eloquent. This came out of nowhere, did Lucifer set you up to this? No-no you wouldn’t. Would you hate him if you knew? “I have.” He admits through clenched teeth waiting for your reaction.

“Didn’t Diavolo ban it?” He can tell you are doing the mental math in your head.

He chuckles dryly. “Well, you never asked if I did it legally.” You move away from his touch and pause the show. “I mean...I did it legally! ” His mouth runs freely, his brain screaming at him to shut up.

“Satan.” You cross your arms unimpressed.

“It was a new law and I never meant to eat it for the most part. It was at a time where I was still struggling to control myself.” Young and stupid as Lucifer had said defending him every step of the way when he would slip up. Was it sold on the black market now? Yes. Did he know how to get it? Sure, but he would never nor would he tell you about it either.

You nod thinking about his words. “I can empathize.” Oh, thank the Devil. “Have you thought of eating me?”Ahhh. “Oh my God, you have.” You chuck a pillow at him with a laugh.

He catches the pillow and clutches it to his fiery hot face. “Everyone did at first!” If he was going down then he was going to take every one of his brothers down with him. “I wasn’t going to act on it! It was a spur of the moment-why are you laughing!”

“Sorry, sorry.” You wipe at the tears in your eyes wishing you had your phone to take a picture of his blushing face. “I kind of figured you did.”

Satan looks at you incredulously. “Shouldn’t you be a bit more torn up over this?”

You shrug. “After everything we’ve been through? I admit it was a shock to think at first but I mean, you would have done it by now right?”

“Well, thank you?” He flops back on the couch, still clutching the pillow to act as a barrier between you two. He’ll take it as a compliment.

You scoot close, nudging his knee with yours. “You ok?” He nods. “Can I touch you?” He nods again eagerly. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and squeeze. “Sorry, I made you uncomfortable.”

Satan chuckled, dropping the pillow to hug you back. “It’s ok.” He peaks your forehead. “Now, with that out of the way. Shall we finish this?” He swipes up his phone to hit play. You nod, flinging your legs over him to snuggle closer. “Good, I’m dying to know how he tries to save that thing. I’m putting money on icing.”

“You know.” You break the silence once more, unable to stop yourself. “I wouldn’t be opposed to being eaten...in some ways.”

Belphegor

After your first *ahem* encounter, he doesn’t bring up the whole food thing. He is afraid that if you learned about it, it would be the last strike for you and his relationship. Perhaps it’s paranoia on his part but better safe than sorry.

In all honesty, he didn’t eat it that much anyway. Killing humans was something he did often in his youth as a demon. A stupid attempt at revenge on his part. It filled the holes in his hearts to hurt those he believed killed his sister.

But to eat their flesh? Disgusting. He tried it a few times and it turned his stomach with every mouthful. He just hated them too much to even stomach them. He’s mellowed out with time but still never got a taste for it.

When you asked it was a shock but welcomed in a way. Like he could finally get this weight off his shoulders every time he looked at you.

Mini Fic

“It’s gross.” Belphie yawns, jumping up to sit on the high garden wall. He bends down to help you up placing you gently next to himself. The wind catches you by surprise threatening to topple you back from the wall before he rights you. He tosses his sweater over you with a nod of satisfaction.

You snuggle into the fleece lining burying your nose into the fabric. It smelled of elderberries and honeysuckles. Belphie watches you curl up into his side with a fond smile. “Seriously, you all are nasty.”

“Ouch!” You push his shoulder with a grin. “I feel like I should be offended on behalf of all humans.”

Belphie snorts, looking up into the bright colors of the night sky. “Good. Be offended. You, humans, are slimy.” You squawk indignantly. “It’s true, never in all my years would I willingly ingest it.” He shudders theatrically.

“Rude.”

“Shouldn’t you be happy? Lest I eat you?” He growls playfully, taking a swipe at you. He pulls you close to kiss the pout off your face. He stops only when your face is hot and your smile threatens to pull a muscle. “I’ll keep you safe, always.” He vows resting his chin on your head.

“Do you think other demons would try to eat me?”

“Have you met my twin?” He teases. He takes your jab to his ribs with a smile. “But if one of those lesser demons even tries to breathe in your direction I’ll kill them.”

“Ok, Mister sleeps till dinner.” You joke. His vow warms your heart a little, chasing away the small bit of fear that had rested itself in your chest. You saw how some demons looked at you at R.A.D, the longing and hungry looks got to be a bit much sometimes. A few older demons would discuss it loudly when they knew you were close by. Apparently, it was a long standing tradition of demons eating humans both body and soul when a pact was concluded.

Imagine what those brothers would do to them…

You shake your head hugging Belphie closer. You had nothing but his word that he would keep you safe, yet that was enough for you. Besides, he wasn’t one to follow the rules even at the best of times.

“I’m serious. You're off limits for everyone.”

You nod into his shirt, closing your eyes to enjoy the peace of the moment. “I’ll hold you to it.”

Diavolo

It is so far from his mind that when you say something it is like a rug was taken out from under him. He could be diplomatic about it, but you deserve better than a half-truth.

He was a wild child in his youth. Sometimes he would overindulge in his father’s heritage and gorge himself on his newfound powers and privilege. He would dine with the elders and eat with abandon under their proud eyes.

He regrets it now, in your company it brings up a slurry of emotions. Sometimes when he looks at you he sees flashes of his past behavior.

The urge is stronger in him than the brothers, a constant nagging tug in his guts, but he is strong. Stronger both in willpower and sheer physical prowess than them so the pull is more of an annoyance than a burning need. He can temper the hunger in other ways if need be *wink*

He fears what you might think of him if you ever found out the truth, but however you take it he will handle it in stride. He loves you too much not to.

Mini Fic

Dinners, when Diavolo could eat alone, were a rare and special treat. The solace of just being allowed to exist without constantly checking his posture or presentation was a blessing, just him, his thoughts, and a good meal. It was nice to have no paperwork to worry about staining this time or a tedious meeting where he couldn’t savor his meal. No, no this was good. He looks down at his heavily laden plate and smiles. Well, almost… Pulling out his phone he snaps a quick picture and sends it to you with a simple question. Join me?

Private meals were wonderful, but with you, they were perfect.

You arrive faster than he expected, flushed face and clutching a stitch in your side from rushing over. He almost felt bad before he saw the eager look in your eyes. Barbatos helps you with your school bags and coat before placing another plate of food across from the young lord. He winks at the prince before disappearing back through the door.

“Thank you for the invite!” You beam taking your seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind that I'm not dressed for the occasion. I was just wrapping up a study session with the boys.” You look down at your rumpled lounge clothes.

Diavolo waved his hand disregarding your concerns. “I would emulate you if I had the time.” He looks at his own pressed school uniform. He had another meeting this evening, much to his distaste. “You look rather comfortable.” You smile in delight before tucking into your own plate.

You eat in a comfortable silence reading the room well enough to tell that he wished for some company but not needless chitter-chatter. Barbatos arrived moments after you put your fork down and left with the plate leaving behind a delicious smelling hot drink. You couldn’t put your finger on the flavor but it tastes spicy like cinnamon and coats your throat like warm honey.

Whatever was in the drink seemed to work some magic on the prince. His shoulder droop, his back sinking into the chair as his legs stretch out till they are close to brushing against yours. He starts talking over the drink, eyes slowly lighting up with delight. You drink, nodding along with him as he builds up steam. It was nice to see him so unguarded and light. You listen to him talk about simple innocent topics. You knew how he tried to have these conversations with the others to no avail. The brother’s always tried to stay clear of him, and Lucifer simply dismissed these things most days. Barbatos and the angels were a bit better but still listened mostly to placate him.

“Ah!” Diavolo stops mid-sentence as his door opens once more Barbatos holding a small platter in his gloved hand. Dia claps his hands in delight. “I’ve been wanting to have you try this with me for forever. The human palate is so different, but I hope this is tasty.”

“What is it?” You eye the covered plate curiously.

Dia says a word in infernal. It is harsh and guttural in his throat but his delight was evident in his tone. “It is like...a roasted nut? Sorry, it is difficult to explain but it has been a favorite treat of mine since I was a boy. I hope you like it too.” He opens the lid with little ceremony and tilts the bowl to you. Inside were several golfball sized pods piled on top of each other. Even from across the table you could feel the molten heat radiating from the porous black shell. It looked...ugly. Like a hunk of dried lava. You eye it suspiciously as Diavolo picks one up with his bare hands and bits it. The shell cracks under his sharp teeth, a fang catching in a weak spot with a noise that makes you shiver. Underneath the thick casing, you could see a dark red and fleshy core. He hums in delight pulling put the meat of the seed and discard the shell pieces onto an empty plate. He makes quick work of the innards already reaching for another by the time you casually pick up a seed.

The seed itself was dense and warm to the touch. You squeeze it, noting that the porous coating felt like a mass of steel in your hand. “Dia-how do I open it?” No way you could bite it, not without breaking your jaw in the process.

“Allow me.” He takes it from you and effortlessly cracks it. “It is a tradition to break them with teeth, instead of hands or utensils. Something about a show of strength. I just find it fun.” He shrugs, handing you the broken seed.

“Fun!” You marvel at his pearly fangs. “Those are some big chompers.”

“All the better to eat you with my dear.” He chuckles.

You blink in shock, eyes widening. “Would you? Eat me?”

Diavolo’s smile drops. “No.” He lies on reflex, his political nature kicking in. “No-no wait.” He shakes his head. “I...at a time would have without hesitation.” He feels you recoil. “It was common practice back in the day. To the common demon it was a great meal and for the ruling class a show. He looks down at the broken fragments of shell on his plate. Breaking the shell was far too reminiscent of other things. He squashes the unwanted wave of memories coming up. Instead, he looks up at you.

You sit quietly mulling over his words. You haven’t run yet. “Why did you stop?”

He leans back with a loud exhale. Why did he stop? There were many reasons, none he wished to divulge into at the moment, but he had to say something. “I grew up, and began to resent and regret it.” He used to read human stories of demons and his kind. They hurt their characterizations of him and his people. Yet, they had all been scarily accurate. He wanted to prove that they weren’t stagnating beasts, slaves to their desires. Even if it wasn't a popular opinion.

“I see.” You pick up the seed again. “Thank you for telling me. You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, and to apologize… such admissions must have ruined your appetite. If you wish to retire-”

“Is it weird if it didn’t?” You cut him off. You felt-not apathetic to the knowledge but close to it. It confirmed a lot of things for you and put certain things in perspective. You still felt safe with him even with this new bit of knowledge. Without a second thought, you pop the treat into your mouth. You gasp in delight. The flavor and texture were not what you were expecting, but was delicious all the same. “Can you open another for me?” You push your plate over to him.

“Of course!”

The food was as wonderful as his company.

Barbatos

You knew he cooked it. He probably knows a million different ways to prepare a human. He is also very blunt about his dabblings in the market.

He doesn’t eat it, hasn’t ever. He sees no reason to, especially since he doesn’t need to eat anyway there is no temptation. He did find the meals he created beautiful though.

Once he lived for the praises of the courts and his young lord. He was a master at all mediums he cared to work with. Time, decorum, or of the flesh.

He is 100% unashamed of his past with the dark side of the Devildom’s history. In fact, he is damn near proud of it. He is a demon and it was a part of his life, if that frightens you, well there is nothing he can do about it.

He’ll entertain your questions and will try to put any lingering worries at ease. Just don’t expect to be coddled when he does.

Mini Fic

Barbatos had very few personal pleasures in his life. His schedule simply didn’t have the space for such things. So why even bother looking for a pastime. It wasn’t until Diavolo gifted him with an old worn cookbook did he find it.

Cooking was a necessity for his prince, but with that little book, it became something he looked forward to doing. Slowly, he began to seek them out, filling his growing quarters with cookbooks and loose-leaf slips of paper. He enjoys reading them. Each book was a little time capsule into the cook's life and memories. Could a mix of spices really remind someone of the arid heat of their motherland? Or does following a certain way of aging meat really honor the writer's late grandfather’s memory? He tries them all, each recipe a little invasion to a happier time.

He wrote his fair share of cookbooks too in his day. Simple modifications to things the young lord liked to the odd machinations of his own imagination. He got good at experimenting with flavors and textures over the years, mastering certain cooking techniques and flavors just for fun. He didn’t share many of them, a lot of his recipes were just too complicated for most. Luke was allowed to look at his pastry books only. The little cherub was enamored with his techniques and wanted to learn as much as he could in the short amount of time he was in the Devildom. Admirable, but he made sure to keep some of his...less savory books away from the boy. He shudders to think what Simeon would do if he scarred the young angel.

You are the only one who has full access to his collections. Whether you liked to cook was inconsequential to him. He simply enjoyed sharing this interest with you. Some nights you would take it upon yourself to be his “sous-chef”. Which meant you sat in the corner of the kitchen and read out the ingredients and steps for a recipe he knew by heart. Sometimes you would add in extra steps in an attempt to stump it. Cute...but ultimately failed each time. So, most nights when you tagged along to the kitchens you just flip through his collection, reading his immaculate scribblings crammed into the corners of the pages or where he scratched out certain ingredients for more demon-appropriate foods and more sustainable options.

You had gone through many beautiful books before you found it. The cookbook was small and inconspicuous compared to most. Just a simple black cover with a well-worn spine. What made you take notice of it was just how dusty it was. That wasn’t like him to do. Barbatos would never let something get so dirty. You wished you never had opened it. You weren’t stupid by any means, but after reading a few pretty graphic recipes it had unsettled you. So you withdrew from Barbatos trying to forget about the book tucked away deep in the bowels of your school bag.

“You’ve been distant.” You choke, hand flying up to your chest as you swear your heart skipped a beat. Damn demon. Should put a bell on him. “What’s wrong?” His eyes are piercing, cutting away at your feeble defenses.

“Nothing…” You fiddle with your bag’s strap. Your eyes drop to the floor taking in the differences between his polished shoes and your scuffed boots.

“Of course not…” You could hear the skepticism in his voice. “I trust that if there was something wrong you would feel safe enough to confide in me.” His words hit like a ton of bricks on your shoulders. He sighs seeing that his words got no reaction. “Please?”

Wordlessly you rummage in your bag and thrust the book into his chest. “Sorry. It shook me up more than I thought it would.”

Ah. He knew this book all too well. For a time it had been his favorite, one to pull out with Diavolo had guests or a deal that needed to be sealed. He accepts the book, noting how much your hands shook. “I understand.” He slips the book into his breast pocket making a mental note to hide it in one of his lesser used rooms. “Would you like to discuss this? In my room perhaps?” You follow with a timid nod.

“Where shall we begin?” Barbatos asks the moment he closes the door to his room.

“You don’t seem perturbed.” You frown. Barbatos shrugs, pulling the book out and opening it. He had a lot of good memories stored here. Some of these were still considered signature dishes, oftentimes a visiting dignitary would lament to him about the good old days when he could show off his craft when flesh was plentiful. He takes pride in that still to this day even. For as much as he loved you, he would not be ashamed of this.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You shake your head when he says as much. “It just confused me. Do-do you see me as food?”

“I never saw humans as food, no more than I see demons or angels as it.” He picks at an imaginary bit of lent from his pant leg. “As for seeing you as food no. No matter how sweet your lips are, or how honeyed your words can be.” He smiles, taking impish delight in your squirming. “I merely did my job as a butler for my lord.”

“Oh- sorry for not coming to you sooner.” You felt foolish now. Barbatos waves it off, pleased to have this issue put aside so quickly and cleanly. “Wait-" You gasp as his words finally sink in. “Have you prepared angels before?”

He flashes you a mischievous smile putting a single finger up to his lips. “Perhaps~ do you wish to read that too?”

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years ago

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//forgotten kisses. oikawa tooru//

Request: Hey!hey!hey! Im not quite sure if you write scenarios but my blood boils everytime i know that oikawa ex gf dumped him because of passion, so i was wondering if u could write a scenario where the reader interrupts the moment where this girl who is breaking up with him and telling her that she was a fake girlfriend and it was his passion what made the reader fall in love with him, right in front of oikawa as well. I rlly wanna know his reaction to this. Ofc the reader having a long crush over him.

Warnings: self-doubt

Word Count: 1.9K

Notes: it is free coffee day at dunkin donuts and when i tell you that i’m h y p e d for this large iced vanilla coffee later

It hurt like hell to watch him go about his everyday life, her clung onto his arm, you walking just a few steps behind, Iwaizumi next to you, mournful eyes staring at you, the forgotten girl. It had been a trio made in heaven, one that had never strayed too far apart since middle school. There would be sleepovers and movie nights and volleyball games with you and your boys, your own personal protectors, your best friends. You had grown up right alongside them, battling through your awkward young teenage years filled with acne and laughing at their cracking voices, but as the time passed feelings started to bubble up in the pit of your stomach and no amount of pushing them back down could hide them.

Oikawa Tooru was everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. He was kind and doting, always the first person to ask you how your day was and the first person to offer you a shoulder and a pint of ice cream whenever you were upset. His good morning and good night texts could have your heart fluttering with only a few words followed by a colon and a parenthesis. He knew exactly how to make you laugh and there was no one who knew all of your ticklish spots quite like he did. Your sides would be hurting as your voice strained with giggles and your lungs gasped for a desperate breath as you squirmed beneath him, his fingers wiggling over your sides in payback for making fun of him.

Iwaizumi had stood by the whole time, just rolling his eyes, but the soft smile on his face was hard to miss as he regarded a young love blossoming right before him. The perfect middle man, Oikawa spilling all of his feelings out in long-winded paragraphs towards the ace, you carrying on during hour long phone calls, Iwaizumi had all of the information, feeding it to the other, trying his very best to make all of the dreams a reality.

It was because of him that a kiss had been stolen outside of the gymnasium after Tooru’s very first official match. It had been short and awkward, faces both warm to the touch as the embarrassment creeped up your cheeks. First kisses were shared and everything seemed so perfect. Everything should’ve fallen into place and it should’ve been the start to something beautiful between you and the prince of Aoba Johsai.

But, constant volleyball practices and late teenage years had done wonders to your childhood friend. He had lost the plumpness in his face and his physique had toned nicely. He had always been popular with the girls but, this was a whole new level. They were flocking him no matter where he went, leaving him love notes on his classroom desk, bringing his desserts and handmade bentos at lunch. You were simply pushed to the back burner, forgotten to fade into the background while someone else caught his eye. And for the first time in your life, Iwaizumi Hajime was the first to offer you a shoulder to cry on and a pint of ice cream to soothe your sorrows.

It had been five months since Oikawa had fully forgotten everything that the two of you had shared. Five months since he let her into your little inner circle. But it had two months since you had seen him willing to light up a room with his charming smile that could get everyone around him smiling in a matter of seconds. There was a tense strain between the young couple, one that was absent to most outside onlookers but to the people who knew the beloved Seijoh captain best, there was no mistaking that tired look in his eyes and the forced smile that came with every, “I promise. I’m fine.”

Her lips were always pressed together in a tight line, loosening only enough to let all of those cursed sentiments flit off of her tongue. “You don’t love me. You only care about volleyball and that’s all you’ll ever care about.”

Sentiments that would be chased with pleading eyes and desperate words, asking for a second chance, a promise for change, affirmation of the impossible. Everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru knew that volleyball was his passion and everyone who really knew Oikawa Tooru accepted that as part of who he was. He was encouraged and praised for overcoming strife on the court only to be torn down piece by bitter piece the minute he stepped away from his safe haven. It was painful to watch as each passing day tore the Oikawa that you had watched grow slip further and further out of your grasp, and further away from the Oikawa that had smashed his lips against yours in a fit of passion outside of this very same gymnasium two years prior.

“Tooru, I can’t do this anymore. I’m not going to be second to some stupid sport anymore! I deserve better and I’m tired of you telling me that you’re going to change and yet, you never do. You are so absorbed in volleyball that you can’t even see that our relationship is falling apart,” she spits, flailing her arms in frustration as the Seijoh setter stands shocked at the sudden outburst.

“You aren’t second and you never were. I love you, but I don’t know what more you’re expecting me to do! I could be something in the volleyball world, but not if y-”

“Be something?” She laughed, shaking her head in dismay. “You are nothing but a high school third year who has slightly more talent than most. You can’t even win this tournament and you really expect me to believe that you could go pro? It’s time to grow up, Tooru. Volleyball just isn’t the life that was meant for you and it’s time for you to see that. So, you have a choice: you can keep living out this fantasy and continue telling yourself that there’s hope and that you can play for the Japan team someday, or you can get your head out of the clouds and join me in the real world. Those are your options.”

“What are you saying?” Oikawa’s usually strong voice falls into a shake, a quieter, meeker version of himself that you haven’t witnessed in many years. It was as if he was sinking into himself, becoming a shell of the boy who had stolen your heart all those years ago.

“It’s me or volleyball.”

His mouth sputtered open, incapable of finding the right words to say, unsure if the right words even existed in this situation. Keep this girl that he loved and cared for or pursue his one true passion? In the moment, in his love-blind youth, there was no good outcome and the sad scoff that left the girl in front of him nearly had his heart shattering into a hundred thousand pieces right there in the middle of the sidewalk as people slowed their pace as they berthed around them, ears prying to pick up any of the drama.

“I get it. Thanks for nothing, Oikawa.” She shakes her head, turning away from the captain who had already faced one great loss that day and now, he was left sorting through the aftermath of another.

His head sank down to stare steadily at the concrete and for the first time that day, he let the tears sting his eyes and flow freely down his cheeks, his heart aching at a failed high school romance and an unaccomplished goal. And for the first time in a long time, he confided in your embrace when you approached him with arms wide open. Your hand found his hair, lacing the chestnut strands through your fingers, a comforting feeling that he never even knew he missed until then. His arms wrapped around your midsection, face buried into the crook of your neck as if you were the safest place in the world at that moment in time. You could hear his sniffles as he tried his best to choke back the ugly sobs of heartache, the ones that he knew you would tease him about once you knew that he was okay.

Minutes passed before Oikawa finally pulled away from you, eyes and nose tinged red from his still very apparent sorrows. Glistens of fresh tears still stained his cheeks and the brief hiccups of sobs would still have his voice and body quivering. “She’s right. I can’t even beat a stupid first year. How the hell am I meant to play professionally if I can’t even win this bullshit high school tournament?”

Your hand rested gently against the side of his face, letting your thumb whisk a fresh tear away from his cheek. “You don’t actually believe that, Tooru. This is what you love and this is what you want to do for the rest of your life and she had no right to say those things to you. I know that you can do it. Tooru, I have been in your corner since the very first day I met you. Even if no one else will, I’m going to support you, because I believe in you, okay? You are so much more than some self-absorbed volleyball player. You are Oikawa Tooru, Seijoh’s remarkable setter and captain, my best friend since junior high, my first kiss and the one that I told everything to for as long as I can remember, and more than anything you are Japan’s future professional setter.” You take a shaky breath, every ounce of future regret coursing through your veins, but there was something almost magnetic pulling you towards him. Maybe it was years of love that had been pushed away finally overflowing, desperate to be noticed or maybe it was just all of the heightened emotions of the day that had you gently easing his face down to yours.

It was in front of that very same gymnasium where you and Oikawa Tooru shared your second kiss. This one is less awkward and less sloppy than the first. The flutter of butterflies still danced in your stomachs and your ears still burned with the heat of embarrassment at such a public display, but for a brief moment, it was just you and him, locked within your own little world, sharing kisses that were long overdue for the forgotten girl and her prince of the school.

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wastelandcrown · 4 years ago

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logan lark’s adventures in trying to appease his parents

CHAPTER 6: don’t lose ur head (the terrifying tales of the grimm monarchy)

Summary: Logan Lark is a fairly average high school student. By all means, he should be impressing his parents on all grounds. Except...he doesn’t exactly have a social life. So after his parents give him puppy dog eyes, he decides to join the local theatre's youth production. Good grief...His life is about to get weird isn’t it?

Warnings: Potential ooc behavior, Roman is a teenager who makes bad choices EXTREME edition, Remus being Remus, Intrusive Thoughts, Minor Bad Parenting, so much swearing it’s insane (If I miss something please tell me!)

Notes: This fic is based off an idea from @under-the-blue-moonlight. If you wanna be tagged in chapters, please ask!! I love this freaking chapter SO much but I’m really scared of how it’s going to be received. All feedback is extremely welcome!!

Pairings: Intrulogical, Eventual Rociet, One-Sided Logicality, Platonic DRLAMP

Tagslist: @under-the-blue-moonlight @why-should-i-tell-youu2 @im-actually-ok @hauntedturkeycalzonedreamer @croftersjam15 @rainbowsixth @snaketho @wasinotwantedatthisexactsecond @a-soul-among-the-stars @sweet-razz-tea @the-cactus-lord

Over the course of the next month Logan learns that despite their reputations, Roman and Remus are the opposite of what everyone thinks of them.

Logan is the smartest person he knows, there is no way in hell he’d ever miss Roman’s multiple attempts to sabotage his role as Hamilton. Smart, and yet so oblivious. Each time Roman had tried to mess with Logan after he began cultivating a friendship with Remus he was miraculously saved from the torment at the last second. Remus is a hundred percent certain that Logan has no idea that he’s fighting off his brother at each and every turn. He’s not certain of much, so it’s saying a lot. There is a beautiful dichotomy in Logan’s logs of the events and the stories Remus tells about his brother’s scourge against his brand new ‘enemy’. On a page labeled ‘Roman Incidents’ in Logan’s succinct handwriting documents every incident through the month when Roman attempted to sabotage him.

July 20th - Roman tripped near my things in the drama room while holding coffee. When I went to check on my things, someone had removed the contents of my bag and filled it with around six pounds of glitter. If this happens again, throw the bag away. Glitter makes anything unsalvageable. You will keep finding it everywhere.

Remus knew Roman had been planning something. Of course he did. Though they didn’t share a room anymore, sneaking into it had never been exceptionally hard. Neither had eavesdropping, when it counted. It counted now more than ever because Remus had become unreasonably attached to Logan and when he heard Roman talking to himself and mentioning the name of his favourite little nerd badly he knew it was now or never. It took two excruciating hours of sitting still and listening to get the juicy stuff. He almost got caught by their mother twice. She’d only been home for three days and she’d checked on Roman twice in one night. If Remus told her about the amount of effort he was putting into something she might keel over dead from shock.

What a funny sight that would be to him. His mother, dead from the shock of his hard work to do something good, thumping onto the floor. He laughs a little, quiet enough to keep Roman from hearing. His brain supplies the rational next step of Roman running out of his room and distraughtly cradling their mother’s head in his lap. Roman sobbing. Roman blaming him. Roman screaming about how it was his fault. And it would be, if she died like that. Remus doesn’t think it’s all that funny anymore, but once the train of thought starts it can’t be stopped. He decides that eavesdropping isn’t fun anymore and makes his way to the kitchen, trying to shake the idea of his brother cursing him out for killing their mother out of his mind.

It doesn’t really work, but he tries anyway. The kitchen is full of distractions, good and bad. The knives in the block look so enticing to his self-proclaimed ‘shitty-dick-wad brain’, but the cookies he nabs from the cupboard are so easy to shove into his mouth that he figures it evens out. He sits at the kitchen island and doesn’t even bother to turn on the light. It takes six cookies in his mouth at once before he can direct his thoughts somewhere else momentarily. How in the hell is he going to combat Roman’s plan? He spits all the cookies onto the counter as his brother walks in, flicks on the light, and sighs deeply.

“You could at least do that onto a plate.”

Remus just shrugs, so Roman speaks again, “How’s your evening been?”

“Before like...five minutes ago I was really liking it.” Which was true, Roman slides into the seat next to him and picks a cookie from the box.

“What changed?”

“Shitty brain,” He replies, “Y’know how it gets.”

“I do indeed. Do you need anything?” His voice is surprisingly soft with him, to the point where Remus has to give him a confused look before deciding what to say next. He figures out how to fuck with Roman’s plan in that moment.

“I wanna go to Party City and terrorize the night staff.”

Roman only chuckles, Remus watches his twin put away the cookies and grab his car keys from the bowl on the counter.

“Come on then, we can buy some of those plastic babies you like so much.”

As Remus is falling asleep later that night, his chest feels warm. He attributes it to the upcoming scheme-ruining scheming. It’s easier than admitting that that was the first time Roman had willingly hung out with him alone since elementary school. He knows the next morning that Roman is most likely buttering up because he suspects Remus knows. Which is...fair. Even if it hurts a little. They get coffee on the way to the theatre and separate. They both have important things to do. The best part about their somewhat rocky-relationship is that they always know where the other is in order to avoid each other. Remus knows that Roman has gone to see Janus and probably make heart eyes and pine over him like a dumbass. Roman knows that Remus is off drooling over his arch nemesis. Today it is more imperative than ever. During practice Remus manages to steal Logan’s backpack while he’s busy.

He swaps the contents out with the six pounds of glitter he bought the night before and shoves Logan’s things into his bag for safe keeping. Nobody would dare look into Remus’ bag for fear of gore or weird pornography, even if he only has one in his bag at the moment. He’s shoving a small notebook in when he catches a title. “Hamilton Performance Experiment”. It takes literally all of his self-control not to immediately snoop. He makes it through, eventually meeting up with Logan and even carrying his bag to ‘be nice’ so Logan doesn’t pick up on the bag glitter. When Roman walks by with his coffee and “trips”, spilling his coffee all over Logan’s bag, Remus smiles.

“Oh! Logan I’m so sorry! What a terrible accident!” Roman cries, ever the actor.

Logan looks downright frantic as he lunges for his bag and rips it open. Glitter goes everywhere. Logan’s hair, Roman’s shoes, the entire dressing room floor. The look of distress fades from Logan’s face momentarily, returning full force when he realizes his things are missing.

Remus pulls them out of his bag in secret, walking to the corner of the room, walking back and exclaiming, “What a good prank Roman! You must be taking some tricks from my book!”

When he hands the things back to Logan, Logan smiles. He decides not to ask about the notebook.

July 27th - One of the props from the prop room was moved in with my things. I suspect Roman because of the look on his face when Remus took the fall for me.

Just because he didn’t ask about the notebook does not mean it left his memory. By the time he gets in the car alone with his brother he realizes that Roman is pissed off at him.

“Couldn’t you have left it alone? How did you even find out!?”

“I have my ways. Now shut up about it before I tell mom about that time in 8th grade-”

“Okay! Okay! I’m shutting up!”

And he did. However that included no longer voicing his plans out loud. Which meant Remus had to get creative. He was very very good at getting creative.

Dinner with their mother was much more quiet that week. Both twins brooding and not speaking with each other, their mother only prompting Roman to talk. It was too familiar in the worst possible ways. Remus despised his mother, but he knew how much his brother loved her. She was...well she was beautiful, intelligent, a very influential fashion designer, extremely supportive. Roman would go on about how perfect she was for hours. Sure, Remus could concede that their mother was beautiful, intelligent, and a very influential fashion designer, but whenever Roman talks about her he never says she’s at all a good mother. Especially not to him. He watches her laugh breathily at one of Roman’s shitty anecdotes from practice and decides he’s had enough of family dinner. He gets up and dutifully cleans his plate and places it in the dishwasher. The chef gives him a smile, and he smiles back.

“Remus, dear,” His mother begins in her shrill voice, “If you’re not going to eat with us, at least go and shower. Your smell is unbecoming.”

Then she turns back to her food like she didn’t just attempt to insult him. Jokes on her, it takes a lot more than that to hurt his feelings. He still ends up forcing himself into the shower for thirty-five minutes that night.

The rest of the week he’s more tired than usual, which the others notice. He makes an effort to not be, he really does. When his mom is in town, everything just sucks. He hangs out with Janus three times and Virgil once to get out of the house and away from his family. The other nights he spends sitting outside the convenience store with a monster or two. He ends up calling Logan one of those nights out of need for company. Logan chuckles when Remus makes up a silly reason for calling that he can’t even remember now, but he can remember Logan’s laugh. He listens to Logan talk about the book series he’s been reading and he feels a little lighter. He never ends up finding out what Roman has planned, but it’s so easy when it’s happening right in front of him. Despite his lethargy lately, he feels a fire lit in him when the missing prop is found with Logan’s bag.

Virgil and Janus are the only two teenagers with keys to the prop room. If Logan stole the missing prop, he would have had to steal the key. No one but the twins even knew Janus had a key, and Virgil was dead set on not letting a soul into the prop room. The idea that Logan, precious little innocent fucking lamb Logan, committed theft not once but twice enrages Remus. When they find it with his things, Logan is utterly baffled. Then he realizes the implications and his face pales. Roman calls for Thomas, spouting off about how Logan stole the prop and he should face consequences, when Remus laughs as loudly as he can.

“Hah! You guys are so funny! You think specs could ever!? Guess my prank worked out pretty damn good if you actually think Mr.Goody-Two-Shoes could commit such a heinous fucking crime!”

Thomas sighs, tells Remus to just ask next time, and leaves. Roman stares at his brother for a solid minute with his mouth slightly ajar. Janus and Virgil are both looking at him like he’s insane because it’s so obvious to them that Roman did it. Patton is looking not at him, but at Logan, with so much concern. And Logan...Logan stares up at Remus with the look of a small and confused animal.

“Did you really do that?”

“Of course I did! I’m the resident rat bastard, I have to cause a little recreational chaos.”

He’s pretty sure Logan believes him until they’re leaving for the day and Logan whispers a ‘Thank you’ to him as he walks by. He would have melted into the floor if Janus hadn’t put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to whisper to him.

“Why the hell did you let Roman get away with that?” Virgil is on his other side now with a scowl.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about JJ! I committed a very heinous crime!”

“Then why did Roman ask to borrow Janus’ key earlier?” Virgil asks, and Remus drops his smile to replace it with an annoyed look.

“He just fucking asked for it!? I can’t even believe I’m related to that half-witted twit.”

“Yeah,” Virgil scoffs, “Not really the sharpest sword in the armoury, is he?”

“Please, we’ve known that for years. What I’d like to know is what are we going to do about it?” This quieted Remus, but made Virgil smirk a little.

Janus continued, “After the backpack incident, and now the stealing incident, I’m half-convinced we have a brand new chaos demon in the group.”

“At least Remus’ chaos is fun sometimes,” Virgil mutters, “Roman’s just an ass.”

Remus gets away with being quiet as they talk until they get into Janus’ beat up old van. He doesn’t call shotgun, doesn’t slap the car's ‘ass’ as a joke, he just climbs into the back and sits there. He’s so quiet that Janus and Virgil are a little shell shocked.

“Remus?” Virgil asks quietly and pensively, it sounds just like that soft tone Roman used with him last week.

He’s quiet, Janus starts the car and clicks his tongue, “I’m going to shove Roman down a flight of stairs.”

“Don’t.” He manages, and the boys in the front seats go quiet. Virgil passes him the aux cord.

He plays “Call Them Brothers” by Regina Spektor and Janus and Virgil know that tonight will be a very quiet outing.

They’re sitting at IHOP drawing dicks on their pancakes in syrup when Remus’ phone rings. Janus and Virgil know who’s calling the second Remus sees the caller ID and smiles.

“Evening Logie-Bear, why do I get the pleasure of hearing your devilishly sexy voice in this IHOP tonight?” Remus says and Janus groans loudly.

“You’re at IHOP?” Is the first thing Logan says, which makes Remus smile even brighter.

“Yes, sir! I’m with Virge and Janny too, you wanna say hi?”

Logan sounds a bit contemplative when he mutters, “I was hoping you’d be alone...”

Eavesdropping Janus and Virgil make surprised faces, Remus smacks Janus in the arm, “Oh you were, were you? Why? Phone sex?”

“I wanted to ask for an opinion on a predicament.” Virgil smirks and Janus nabs his phone to speak for Remus.

“Remus would love to-Remus let me talk-You should come have some pancakes with us-Ow, watch the face!-and tell us all about how your science is going.” Janus can hear Logan hiding his laughter through the phone as Remus wrestles with him in the booth.

“It’s more of a philosophical predicament.”

Janus nearly sees red, eyes widening and making Remus cackle,“Why in the world would you ask Remus Grimm about phi-”

It’s silent for a few moments then Logan hears a familiar voice. “It’s Virgil, we’re at the IHOP on 81st and Green.”

Logan laughs brightly, “I’ll be there. Order something for me.”

They spend the evening with breakfast for dinner, and the four get into a fairly heated friendly debate about moral ethics. Janus isn’t sure he’s ever had more fun in his life. When he’s driving away from Virgil to drop Remus off at home, he can’t help but smile at Remus’ improved demeanor.

“Remus,” He starts after they’re alone, “I thought you and Roman were doing better, did something happen?”

“He tried to sabotage Logan twice for entirely selfish reasons, I wouldn’t care if he dies!” Remus dramatically cries.

“You and I both know that’s not true.”

They’re quiet the rest of the ride, and Janus gets out to give Remus a hug before he goes in. Remus ignores Roman’s questions about his whereabouts and locks himself in his room to try and keep his mood up. It doesn’t work, but he tries. He does.

August 3rd - Roman gave me a “peace offering” in the form of lunch. I am led to believe he was attempting to give me food poisoning, as Remus ate the lunch and has now come down with food poisoning.

His mother leaves for her office in Paris on August 1st. Roman cries and hugs her, says he’ll miss her, goes on and on about how it’s so terrible how she’s never home. He does this every time their mother and father leave, he has since they were young. Remus couldn’t give less of a shit. His plan now was finding out what Roman’s next move was. Which was hard because they were back to avoiding each other like the plague. They’d spent a few months getting better at being brothers, then one of their parents shows up and ruins it. This time it was great, Remus would never admit it, but it was. Roman made an effort when their parents weren’t around, a few months ago he started doing things like making dinner for them both and bringing it to him, offering to do a load of laundry for him while he was doing it, being mindful of his volume when practicing his singing and acting, all these little things.

He’d even started initiating physical contact again, which Remus couldn’t get enough of. Literally. An occasional pat on the back, a grab of his hand to pull him somewhere, a light slap to his knee or arm when he said something distasteful. Giving physical affection to Remus was something that seemed to be unique to Roman. It had always been like that when they were younger, and Remus didn’t think he wanted it to stop. Any time he thinks about it he always drifts back to his head against Roman’s knee a few weeks ago when Roman had carded a hand through his hair and then a few minutes later practically tackled him to douse him in perfume The shit smelled awful, but afterwards Roman had slung an arm over his shoulder and gave him a squeeze. That and the closeness with Logan kept him buzzing for the next two days.

Now there was nothing again. It was like Roman could turn off his affection for Remus and pretend he didn’t exist. Remus tried not to be angry about it, he really did, but he couldn’t stop the fire that he felt when the other people on stage got his praises and affection. Both of them were incredibly clingy, but Roman was so much worse at hiding it and it made Remus nearly scream. He piled all of his affectionate behavior onto Logan, and Logan never really minded. He’d place his head on Logan’s shoulder, hold his hand on stage, sit pressed up against him offstage. He loved it, he did. He loved protecting Logan, talking to Logan, existing in the same space as the dork was exhilarating. He hated having to protect Logan from his brother. There was no way in hell that Remus would let anything terrible happen to Logan, but there was no way he would ever let his brother’s stupid selfish decisions fall back on him. He knows he shouldn’t give a single shit, but he does.

His tiredness fades with his mother, but he’s still exhausted because Roman keeps trying to fuck with Logan when he knows damn well Remus won’t let him. The selfish ass. This time, Roman has the gall to pull his entire scheme in front of Remus.

“Logan,” He starts, his affected air is slightly dim today and his hands are hidden, “To apologize for my unkind actions, I have brought a peace offering.”

Roman hands Logan a little bag from a restaurant Remus swears he recognizes.

“Oh, thank you.” Logan says quietly, opening the bag and pulling out a wrapped burger.

Logan takes it out and inspects it as Remus wracks his brain trying to remember where he knows the packaging. It hits him right before Logan takes a bite. This burger is from the restaurant that gave Roman food poisoning a few months ago. It looks like the same burger too. At this point, Remus is half-convinced Roman is taunting him. He’s in a bit of a panic and doesn’t think before he snatches the burger and shoves it in his mouth.

“Remus!” Both call out, the wrapper is still on the end of the burger so he pulls it out then chews and swallows the thing whole.

He coughs and sputters for almost two minutes after, then shoots Roman an awful glare.

“What just happened?” Logan asks, extremely puzzled.

Roman is gawking at Remus again, “Why did you eat that!?”

“Fuck you that’s why, you horsefucking shiteating egomaniac bastard.”

Roman walks off in a huff, Remus lays on the floor.

“Are you alright?” Logan questions, handing him a water bottle.

Maneuvering onto his side, Remus takes a sip and his throat feels miles better, “I just straight up ate a burger whole like a fucking snake, how do you think I am dipshit?”

“Hm,” He pauses to think, “Bad.”

Both boys laugh, and Logan joins Remus on the ground.

“I am beginning to believe your brother has a vendetta against me.”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

Logan pauses, looking at Remus who is still occasionally wheezing.

“Are you alright...emotionally?” Remus wheezes and laughs at the same time, sounding something similar to a goose.

“‘Thought you didn’t know much about those, poindexter.”

“I do not. However, as your friend I feel like it’s important to ask.”

Remus just sighs, closes his eyes, and blows a raspberry at the ceiling.

“Me and Roman are complicated.”

“I can tell.” Remus laughs, Logan really is something else.

It’s quiet when Remus asks, “Do you hate him?”

“No,” Logan’s response is measured and confident like he’s asked himself this question a hundred times, “I don’t hate him. I think he’s got some things to work out, and is taking out his frustration on me as of late.”

He keeps talking, Remus covers his closed eyes with his arm, “More importantly, do you hate him?”

He almost rockets to his feet when Logan says curiously, “Or, more interestingly, do you love him?”

It takes him nearly two and a half minutes sat up and sipping water, watching Logan pack his things, to muster up the will to tell the truth.

“Of course I love him. Nobody else is gonna fucking do it.”

He could barely comprehend Logan’s response to his admission so he shoved it out of his mind with all the force he could muster, then waved a goodbye to him when he parted and left Remus with his mind.

He ends up going home early because his awful decision ended up actually giving him food poisoning. He takes a sick day the next day, and spends most of the time feeling like shit physically and emotionally. His brain has kept tabs on all the shitty feelings and thoughts he’s had and is now playing out a full length shitty horror movie about his life and his dumb brother and his shitty summer crush. Then there’s that conversation with Logan. The last sentence is running through him over and over again. He keeps coming back to it, though he’s sure Logan didn’t even mean anything by it. Seventeen words and his world was sent spinning.

“Ah, I understand, it’s hard to love somebody when they don’t act like they love you back.”

Logan doesn’t even know the half of it.

August 20th - Roman asked me directly to leave the production. Though I admire the effort, all it achieved was a quite awful night, and an angry lecture(?) of sorts from Janus. I do not believe Roman will be trying this tactic ever again.

Roman tries to apologize multiple times, but something angry and petty in Remus doesn’t accept any of them. They’re both getting more and more frustrated by the minute. By the time the thirteenth of August rolls around they aren’t on speaking terms again and everyone can tell that it’s taking its toll on them both. Remus acts out more than usual against people he doesn’t usually target. He scared an ensemble girl one too many times, to the point where she ended up slapping him. He deserved it, but it still stung. Roman poured himself into his role more than ever, but it only ended up stressing him out even more than usual. When his voice so much as wavered on stage it shattered his confidence.

It affected their friends as well. Roman spent more time with Patton and Emile, avoiding Remus and Janus as much as he could possibly manage. Janus rolled his eyes but just resigned himself to the tech booth with Virgil, Remus, and Logan. The only good thing that was happening lately was Janus’ newfound attachment to Logan. The pair's insane intelligence and love of debate meant one was nearly guaranteed every other time they were in the same room. It was exhilarating to watch, and probably exhilarating to take part in. Remus didn’t much care for debates, but watching Janus and Logan go at each other with an occasional snarky comment or new suggestion from Virgil was making him grow a fondness for them. At this point there was barely anybody in the theatre who didn’t adore Logan.

The staff, the cast, the tech. Everyone adored him. He was smart, diligent, and hard-working. He asked questions, didn’t undermine others, and respected the entire cast's talent at what they did. It was magical to watch everyone in the auditorium drift under Logan’s thumb. Remus was included. They were saving Say No To This until near last because of the lack of dancing involved, but it didn’t even matter. Say No To This was not needed in Remus’ seduction plan because Logan seemed to gravitate towards him with ease. He is a damn good friend and Remus is determined to make that boy his bride.

Despite his growing lack of sleep and reliance on caffeine, Remus is skating by just fine without anything bad happening. Until his brother decides to fuck with his life again. He’s on the thin line between being shitty in secret and full-on breakdown, Roman really isn’t helping his case. Remus is lounging on the floor while Logan reads in a chair next to the makeup mirrors. He hears someone enter, but isn’t bothered enough to move.

Ever the polite, Logan greets the newcomer “Ah, Hello Roman, how are you?”

“I need to ask you something.” His brother asks, and Remus turns his head away from the noise.

“Alright, what is it?” Logan sounds so measured and calm.

There is a long pause, “What is it going to take for you to realize you should quit?”

The calmness in Logan’s voice wavers, and Remus can hear it wobble, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me! I mean, it’s obvious I've been trying to get you to leave, so what’s been keeping you!?” Roman raises his voice near instantly, that same childish selfishness burns from his tongue.

“It is none of your business.” There’s a dignified fire raging under his voice now, it’s like he’s been practicing for this.

“You’re not even a good actor! From what I can tell, you’re entirely uninteresting and way too intellectual to be here!” Roman continues, Remus feels the urge to get up but he can’t find the will to move.

“Roman, please think before you say something you regret.” Remus knows what Roman is going to say before it happens.

“No!” His brother is so typical, “You have no idea what this role means to me, why can’t you just leave!?”

That’s typical too, Remus opens his eyes and looks at the pair. Logan looks pissed off, Roman looks pissed off, and Janus is watching from the doorway.

“I try very hard to give you the benefit of the doubt in regards to your debilitating egomania, but it is beginning to appear as if your whole sense of stability and purpose is built upon some false reality where you need to be the star at every possible moment. Go to therapy about it, and leave me alone.” Logan spits this in Roman’s face, then turns back to his book.

Clenching his fists and staring at the ground, Roman looks almost defeated until he catches Remus staring and his face morphs into something so bitter he has to force himself to look away.

“No. I will not leave you alone until I get this part. None of you have any idea how much I need it.”

“Roman-” Janus speaks up daringly from his spot by the door, his tone is enough to warn him to stand down.

Roman’s eyes are squeezed shut, his fists are clenched, “I know we have the same face, but I’m not a failure like my brother.”

That sends Remus to his feet and out the door before anyone can say a word. As he passes Janus on the way out Janus tries to stop him but he pushes past him, past everyone, and out the front door of the theatre.

Janus turns on Roman in an instant, walking slowly into the room and shutting the door with purpose. Roman’s eyes are sewed shut and all the guilt he tries to push down floods him when he makes eye contact with his pissed off friend.

“Roman, we need to have a talk.”

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #ts remus #ts logan #ts roman #ts janus #ts virgil #intrulogical #REMUS BABY IM SO SORRY-#this title could just be titled 'roman fucks up for 4k words straight' and it would fit #i genuinely loved writing this chapter and i hope it goes over well with yall #roman IS going to get kicked in the teeth with character development #the boy has been self-sabotaging himself so hard #Honestly after chapter 6 imma need to tag 'The Grimm Parents' A+ Parenting' like i'm on fucking ao3 or some shit #anyway!! theres the fic!! happy reading!!#Love you all and goodnight!!

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ever-fics · 5 years ago

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The story I’m about to tell you is the story of 7 Alleyways

The first alleyway is encountered by an eavesdropping young Royal with a penchant for trouble spying yet again on thier fathers plans out of... twisted curiousity especially when their father the current king mentioned change from normal and change in routine. The young royals father had his newly appointed guards lined up in pristine order not unlike holiday nutcrackers.

“You May face unexpected challenges to your work so as guards I expect you to be ready for anything and everything.” The king noted scanning the crowd with almost scholarly study.

“For example Y/N I know your there we have discussed this. If you were not my child another court would accuse you of espionage. Luckily I know enough about myself to recognize my own youthful mischief in my children.” The king sighed

“Sorry Daddy.” Y/N bashfully looked away.... noticing an odd hue of fiery red hair.... and clothes and ok this dude really really likes the color red.

“I expect you to keep them in line.I will most likely assign you by age. However, know this I expect no trouble from either you or your charges. Especially no eavesdropping.” The king sent a knowing look to Y/N

“Dismissed.” The King declared

Y/N who scratched the back of thier neck.

“Oh and Vexx since they are your charge escort them back.” The king added.

“Sure your highness.” Vexx smirked before following orders.

The young royal proceeded walking with Vexx back to thier chambers...

“So you must really enjoy the color red?” The royal smirked eyeing the entire ensemble.

“It’s a bit of a personal moniker due to the hair....” to say Vexx was taken aback by Royals of any kind speaking to or noticing anything about him .... well let’s just say that would be the understatement of the year.

“I figured .... it just must be hard to try to blend into a crowd. No offense I like it it’s just...yeah.” The royal chuckled at their own stupidity.

“Your one to talk child of the king. Media darling ... and appearently according to your father “mischief””

Vexx chuckled air quoting mischief. He wasn’t originally sure about doing this whole gaurd thing... but his assignment doesn’t seem half bad. They have a sense of humor at least.

“First thing you should know if you’re to be working with me my family and the media are almost polar oppposites. One pays almost too much attention too me the other doesn’t notice my existence save for when I’ve caused trouble or dishonored my great ancestral line. An actual lecture I get more than I’d like too.” Y/N looked down.

“Well then I should strive to be the middle then shouldn’t I?” Vexx chuckled.

Alleyway 2

Was the first time Vexx had to come to terms with the fact he had been given the “hard” assignment.

A fact that became painfully obvious when looking around the empty quarters.

Even more obvious when Y/N in whatever garb they had on emerged from the secret alley portrait passage covered in paint... grinning like mad.

“What the hell?” Vexx with crossed arms and an even more cross face demanded.

“I ... Um... It’s not as bad as it looks my brother is a bore so I repainted his private personal portrait in his quarters .... with a unibrow and some buck teeth take him down a peg it’s in his chambers you won’t get in trouble...” Y/N frowned.

“I don’t care about getting in trouble or you’re brothers stupid portrait. You always talk about feeling alone when when were stuck here playing board games... however the one person who doesn’t want you to be alone and you ditch them.” Vexx lectured.

“You get paid to say that just like anyone else here... like the chefs who dump food on my plate and don’t so much as smile at me. Or the servants who cower in my direction fearing my anger but I’m not angry ... your whole directive is making sure I’m not alone is it so yeah...” Y/N retorted

“Ok then fuck this... fuck following the rules. And you know what fuck you’re entitled attitude. Yeah sure maybe this started as a job but I’ve seen you act like everybody’s puppet and I hate it. I’ve seen you cry alone on rainy nights and I’ve seen you do a fake smile that you convince is genuine. I watch you do that tapping thing you do in meetings and how you bite your lip to keep your mouth shut to please whatever dumb conviention this is.... I know that the idea of you’re father sort of looking like those weird candy’s never fails to make you laugh...and you know what at that point it kind of stops just being to quote you my whole directive so yeah sometimes ... and ...get this people actually care about you.” Vexx frowned now out of breath.

Alleyway 3

It had been a week since the previous fight. Y/N didn’t talk to him but he didn’t talk to Y/N. To be honest it was just killing both of them. Both Too awkward for anything other than side glances in the others direction..... and if one looked at the other at the same time they quickly moved thier head and pretended it was nothing. Simple. The trouble with the whole thing is that both ended up feeling just horribly guilty.

“I’m sorry.” They both tried to say before laughing

“Look I’m sorry I’ve been entitled I know I’m a bit privileged and stuck up.... it’s just the only time people have spoken to me how you do is usually right before my father announces he want me to entertain them as a possible suitor. Which spoils the whole thing ,because it ends up being fake. Interested in me for a position as a noble or to raise thier family status or to maintain ours... It’s stupid and annoying I’m sorry I didn’t realize you aren’t like that....” Y/N smiled.

“It’s ok and I’m sorry if I hurt you’re feelings but I meant what I said ... fuck the rules. There’s a passage right There nobody needs to know we’re gone. Pick a place.” Vexx thought.

“What if we get caught. If I prank my brother and ruin his commission portraits that’s one thing as I don’t leave the palace and it’s his personal thing not a relic..... but this .... I’ve seen people get in huge trouble for less.... if something happens to you because of my selfishness I...” Y/N explained.

“Disguises hmm... you do enough of those ridiculous fashion and tabloid magazines to know what a hat can do to change what people see you as... and lucky for you I have a nice kushy job working for the kings family so I can sometimes buy my friends a hat so where too?”Vexx chuckled.

“I’ve always wanted to try that cafe down the street with the themed cocoa.” Y/N smirked

“Done.” Vexx smiled

Before opening up the portrait alleyway in the wall

Alleyway 4 was an accident a close call in between Y/N entertaining another boring suitor and telling them everything Y/N disapproved of and a lecture from the king himself. Luckily Vexx opened the hallway passage just in time as the walls opened in closed again enough for Y/N to slip through.

“Ughhhh I don’t like any of them.” Y/N sunk against the wall down to the floor.

“Eventually he is going to do what he did to my eldest brother and force a proposal for an alliance” Y/N added

“Have you ever liked anyone?” Vexx inquired

“Once entirely by accident, but have I ever been in a real relationship not a staged one for tabloids or an arranged one for an alliance no....” Y/N frowned

“You deserve a real relationship Y/N not just something to please you’re parents or the press.... You deserve somebody who will cherish you I know what it’s like to be let down by people close to you or to want something you can’t have so badly.... I just think you deserve to have what you want especially when other people don’t get that privilege.” Vexx sat down next to Y/N

“What do you want that you can’t have.” The young royal questioned innocent and oblivious.

Unaware that to Vexx thier gaurd it May as well have been an interrogation by the heated all too familiar red color through out his face.

“It doesn’t matter I can’t have it.... I would be risking everything hell I’d be risking them.” Vexx ran his fingers through his hair in slight panic.

“Them?” Y/N frowned a bit not that they had intended it.

“Yeah.” Vexx replied “them.”

“You deserve happiness too Vexx.... you have helped me avoid arrangements that would have ignored my comfort and consent ...you allowed me to see outside for the first time from a citizens Perspective. You’ve allowed me freedom... you deserve the same. Fuck the rules right?” Y/N smiled melancholically.

“Yeah.....actually fuck the rules.” Vexx cuped his hands around Y/Ns cheeks and kissed them.

“Them ... you ....I ... Im sorry.” Vexx looked away.

“Fuck sorry.” Y/N kissed back.

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Alleyway 5

“Y/N... It’s just your brothers wedding it’ll be fine.” Vexx lied and knew he had lied.

He tried to tell himself he could turn back that they didn’t have to die he was leaving today for good... he had to....

The event was in a week and well Vexx wasn’t and couldn’t stay for it... he just lied to the Royal he was guarding hoping that in his last hours as Thier gaurd they would get smart or be less trusting or be more like the other royals in Thier family ... and less Like themselves.....

He memorized Thier face before leaving... or tried too. If Y/N was lucky maybe they’d get out before the wedding see something outside the palace see ... before everything. He always could go back he didn’t have to give up the passages or the plans. He didn’t have to.... but he did have to he would die if he didn’t do it was a question of himself or them.

He wasn’t about to die not for anyone. So he found an alleyway and left forever.

Alleyway 6

It was done... he had heard it from one of the holographic tabloid screens outside of town.... they were dead they all had died .... the plan worked.

Yay...

The bartender wasn’t enthused neither was anyone else the days leading up until the funeral days Vexx spent In drink in shithole taverns ...

Thier funeral the funeral of Y/N....

How could he do that? He ...? He killed them he wouldn’t see the gleam in thier eyes anymore. There would be no more of that stupid perfect melodious laugh. The worst part is for a royal Y/N believed in him as much as he “pretended” to believe in them.

He used to get a hug in the morning everyday without fail. Now he reminds himself when he wakes up that he left.. so he won’t be getting a hug. Now they are dead so no one will. Y/N also won’t sneak any of the guards the good food the royals are severed in buffet. There won’t be any more old high end clothing delivered to sick children from Y/N. No more interviews where they smiled and crinkled Thier nose cute..... it was all his fault he robbed the word of that.

So now he had to sober up and find himself at a funeral parade he didn’t exactly feel like attending at all.

It felt more like his funeral than even theirs....

He killed Y/N and was going to have the balls to go to Thier funeral.

Vexx wondered if thier ever was a worse sin than a killer going to the funeral of thier victim. Worse yet of thier ex that they killed. What sick irony made him feel he had too a fox mourning it’s last prey.

So when Vexx found himself disguised in the front of a crowd of mourners. Counting the sarcofigi until it got to theirs.....

1,the king

2, the kings wives

3, his children

One by one.

To say it was melancholic is an understatement. To watch as a gold and silver box lit with digital lights to accentuate what they looked like alive.

The awful thing about it was Vexx noted even though it was well carved it didn’t pick up a lot about Y/N. Things that couldn’t be depicted now not in paintings or statues. The final resemblance to Y/N didn’t capture them at all.

Too stoic

Vexx noted Y/N was too mischievous always with a plan or prank... just to take the others down a peg. Always in trouble but always laughing. They had a habit of putting their head back. The sarcophagus should have had Thier smirk at least...

But it didn’t ... he didn’t .... no one did.

He remembered suddenly he wasn’t just at the funeral for a friend or lover ..... he was at the funeral of the people he killed and suddenly the bodies just the sheer numbers made him feel more like the people carrying the satcophogi. He left the crowd to hide back in an alleyway..... with heavy shoulders the bottle from the bar and a reason to forget.... how many bodies and how many people had he taken from Thier loved ones how many just like Y/N with smiles and laughs. How many guards he had trained with.

It didn’t matter he just wanted to forget.

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Alleyway 7

Vexx hated ghosts or at least the idea of them but in the crowded bar. On what must’ve been the shadiest planet ever he started hallucinating.

Y/N was dead

He had killed Y/N

He never deserved them they should have ran. If they stayed away from him he couldn’t have hurt them. Especially not for his selfish purposes.

Vexx weaved his way out of the bar with his latest drink in hand avoiding the once living and carefree royal now stoic ghost. When he walked far enough to understand it was just illusion he sighed.

That is until he heard the same eerily paced footsteps shambling against the desert floor.

Loosing his smart ass composure he dropped the remains of his glass.

Getting whoever or whatever was following him into a hold. Uttering some quick threat about how stupid it is to follow strangers into alleys he pressed a knife into the throat of whoever this was. Y/N is dead so it’s probably somebody copying Thier style it’s not entirely unlikely people didn’t want to dress like they did they were known for that.

“Who are you?” Vexx questioned through gritted teeth.

“Y/N.” They sounded unsure before Thier face contorted in pain.

“Prince(ss)?” Being the only word he could utter as they weren’t a ghost he felt them he touched them.... his skin felt the same unmistakable tickle of warmth where his hands met Thier neck.....

It was them very much alive and as much as he wanted to give in right here say sorry and cry about what he’d done .... he was about to do the opposite because maybe if Y/N thinks He hates them then Y/N won’t try to save him or follow him or redeem him

Vexx killed Thier family which made him not only dangerous but a monster and so upholding a broken vow made so long ago Vexx looked Y/N in the eyes and broke Thier heart one final time in hopes that he could protect them like he should’ve what now feels like a lifetime ago

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Sidekicks and sex pollens

Co-written with @inhumanshadows

Tags: @18aquamarine-flower18 @russiangeckosexparty @lordparadox @heartbreaker6995

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Ao3 version with gifs

Being Poison Ivy's sidekick it wasn't uncommon for you to have to deal with the fellow sidekicks of heroes like Batman.

The old Robin, now going by Nightwing, and the new Robin had showed up to your bosses greenhouse and Ivy grew bored of the fight so she left you to your own devices to take care of them.

This particular greenhouse was a personal favorite and personal achievement of yours. You sat on a makeshift throne, looking the Bat's sidekicks over...

There was no denying they were attractive.

"Hello boys... looks like we have a battle of the sidekicks going on, huh?"

And you knew they were attracted to you too.

Looking down you saw the erections straining against their suits caused by the fact that only a pair of leaves covered your lower half leaving the rest of you in the nude.

"This'll be much easier if you just give yourself up," Nightwing yelled.

"What? Do you need some alone time to handle your... Situation?" You teased pointing down to his crotch.

Try as he might, you could see the stoicism behind Nightwing's eyes falter as you mention his "problem."

"That's none of your business!" He answers.

"Don't feel too bad birdbrain. Your junior over there is sporting one too." You comment, pointing to Robin.

"How do you know this isn't residual from the porn I was watching earlier?" Robin quipped thinking he was being smart.

"Will you shut up," the older man sighed.

"Why don't we have some fun boys," you grinned, vines growing out behind you and grabbing the two of them.

The two of them let out "manly" yells as the vines capture their arms and legs, suspending them slightly in the air.

You stand, sauntering over to them, hand on your chin.

"What to do... what to do..." You say to yourself letting your free hand brush against each of the sidekicks.

You look to them. "You boys have any ideas? Robin? I mean if your problem was from something you watched earlier... why don't you enlighten me?"

Using a trick Ivy taught you, you kissed his cheek, letting out a pollen which he inhaled.

Uncontrollably Robin spurted out, "I want to get fucked in the ass so I watch gay porn while I finger myself."

"Seriously dude," Nightwing groaned.

"Oh Nightwing your buddy here can't be the only one here with some dirty little secrets," you said using the same pollen on the other sidekick.

"I've always found you really sexy," He shouted wishing he hadn't.

"Well... that trick works better than I thought... Anything else you boys wanna tell me?"

You waited... no response.

"Oh boys... you wound me... " You say, feigning hurt. "Well... I'll tell you what. How 'bout we play a game? Something like 20 questions, hmm? You tell me something you may not want others to hear and mayybe... I'll tell you two some naughty little things... How's that?"

"You start since you already got us to spill our guts," Robin said knowing he was going to like this game more than he'll ever admit.

"Alright then... I like when my... Partners you could say are under my total control," you smirked, "you're up."

"I like to be tied up," Robin admitted.

"Like this?" You said making your vines grip him tighter.

The moan Robin let out as you tighten the vines was like music to your ears.

"That means nothing..." Robin quickly states.

"Whatever you say Wonder Boy..." You turn your attention to the Nightwing. "Now... what about you? You still haven't said anything... It's only fair."

"I... I..." Nightwing starts.

"You're a big boy... I'm sure you've got some fantasies in that brain of yours." You say using the vines to bring him closer and whisper in his ear.

"I... wanna kiss you... all over." He relents.

"You first," you grin kissing his jaw making him groan.

Robin squirmed as much as the vines would allow him wanting to be the one your lips were on as he watched.

Your hand gripped his cock through his suit while your lips assaulted his neck.

"Oh...fuck..." Nightwing moans, hips moving on his own.

You pull away as he groans. "None of that now..."

"Wait! Come back!"

"Now... should I tell you guys something? Or... Robin? Do you have something you wanna tell me?"

"I want you to touch me!" Robin exclaims.

You chuckle to yourself, waving your hand and making a vine snake around to be in front of Robin's face.

"Will this suffice?"

"I want your hands you asshole," Robin mumbled.

"Now thats no way to talk to the man that you want to make you cum so hard you might black out," you smiled reaching into his suit and grasping his hard cock.

Robin moaned loudly with the first touch of skin to skin contact.

"What about me?" Nightwing said desperately.

"Oh don't worry babe i won't forget about you," you said pulling Robins cock out of his suit.

You run your fingers over each of the hard cocks in front of you.

"Well... I'm gonna have so much fun with these... Is that what you want Robin? Nightwing? You guys want me play with you? Tell me what you want."

"Please put your mouth on me," Robin begged.

"Since you asked so nicely," you smiled taking a long lick up the shaft of his cock.

Robin's eyes shut tight as you swirl your tongue around the tip.

Nightwing groaned watching your mouth toy with Robin while your hand stroked him.

You slowly start to bob your head in shallow, short movements, enjoying the moans coming out of Robin's mouth.

"Oh Fuck! Keep going!" Robin moans.

You bobbed your head a few more times, taking notice of the ragged breathing before pulling off of Robin and quickly moving to Nightwing, swallowing the tip.

"But I'm so close," Robin grunts.

"Not yet bird boy," you wink before taking Nightwings cock back into your mouth.

Now it's Nightwings turn to become a moaning mess as your lips work his cock.

You know Robin is desperate to touch himself as his hands squeeze into tight fists between the vines making a show you quite enjoy watching.

You chuckle, vibrations going up the cock in your mouth. Nightwing tries to move his hips to put more of him into your mouth.

You wave barely thinking the thought and a vine wraps itself around his waist. You open your mouth and let the vine pull him away.

"Well boys... this was fun. But now I must make my exit." You give the boys an exaggerated bow.

"However... I will leave you with one last present."

Two plants each on a table either side of you open to reveal beautiful petals, the centers releasing clouds of pollen, obscuring your form and filling the sidekicks noses.

"Don't go," they both gasp but you were gone.

The vines release them and they put their cocks back into their suits scrambling around looking for you.

"Where-where did he go?" Jason stammered.

"I don't know," Dick said feeling his cock throbbing.

"What do we do now?" Jason questioned, wincing at how badly he needed to cum.

"Not much we can do now except go home..." Dick says. "Maybe take one of the plants and see what they sprayed us with..."

"I know what I wish I sprayed him with..." Jason says, not missing a beat.

"Come on... lets get home... maybe then these problems will go away."

"But I still gotta cum!" Jason whines

When they arrived home Jason returned to his bedroom not wasting a second to finish what you started with his own hand though he much would have rather it had been your's.

Dick however tried his best to analyze the pollen they had taken but within fifteen minutes he couldn't help himself from touching his throbbing cock.

He could hear Jason moaning from his room even all the way down in the cave and Dick's own moans started filling room.

Dick searched Bruce's computer files of logged villains and sidekicks until he found yours.

"Mistletoe," he moaned staring at your picture as his hand stroked his cock.

Back in Jason's room the current Robin was furiously jacking off, wishing again that his hand was yours or better yet, your mouth. He focused back on the feeling of your tongue running up and down the length before a warm feeling wrapped itself around his cock.

"Oh fuck..." He moaned, cum shooting all over his chest and stomach.

Unknown to Jason, Dick was on the verge of cuming to images of you barely covered by foliage.

Dick came into his hand groaning your name.

If only they knew that you yourself were busy jerking off in the privacy of your own home to the memory of their cocks in your mouth.

This was an encounter none of you would forget and you all secretly hoped that you would run into one another again soon.

When you weren't helping Ivy, you did have a life and a day job being a forensic botanist for the GCPD. Right now you were on your lunch break and grabbing a slice or two from your favorite pizza place when in walks in an old friend.

You wave him over, taking notice of the younger guy next to him.

"Hey, Dick. It's Y/N... from the precinct."

"Y/N hey, it's been a while," Dick said shaking your hand.

"Who's this?" You asked looking to the guy next to him.

You couldn't quite place it but for some reason he seemed familiar.

"This is Jason, Jason this is Y/N we used to work together," Dick responded.

"Nice to meet you Jason, would you guys like to join me for a bite and catch up?"

"Sure, sounds great." Dick answers before going and getting his and Jason's usual.

"So... you and Dick used to work together? Back when he was a detective?" Jason asked and you nodded, "What did you do?"

"I'm a forensic botanist. It's not that interesting. Why don't you tell me about you Jason? How do you know our mutual friend?"

"Uh well we-" Jason stuttered trying to come up with an excuse that didn't involve outing themselves as crime fighting vigilantes but he was saved by Dick returning to the table, "Dick i was just telling Y/N how we met."

"You see Jason was an underprivileged youth at the new center im working at," Dick said right away, clearly making Jason offended.

"Oh so you're working at a youth center now?

That's great, everybodys been wondering what you've been up to since you left," you told him.

"Yeah we help keep kids like Jason off the streets and away from drugs," Dick continued.

You all sat and ate, making small talk here and there, catching up with Dick.

"It was fun catching up with you Dick. Jason, nice to meet you but I gotta get back to the precinct and wrap up some cases. You should stop by, I'm sure the rest of the guys would be happy to see you."

You clear up your area, bid them goodbye and head out, still trying to figure out why Jason seemed familiar.

As you were leaving Jason turned to Dick, "I feel like I know that guy."

"Well yeah I just introduced you to him," Dick said sarcastically as he popped the last bite of his pizza crust in his mouth.

"No smartass I feel I know him from somewhere but I can't tell where... Anyways... All we ever gonna talk about what happened last week?"

"No Jason. We are never going to talk about what happened," Dick spat back, "but I do have a lead on where Mistletoe and Ivy might be going tomorrow night."

"And where's that?" Jason said confused.

"Y/N mentioned a big botanist convention a few towns over this weekend.

"Did he? I kind of zoned out during all that boring science talk," Jason said finishing his own pizza.

"It sounds like there's gonna be some pretty rare plants there that Ivy and Mistletoe won't be able to resist seeing for themselves."

"Great... so we have to go and watch a bunch of stupid plants..." Jason muttered. He did admit that Dick had a point, rare plants were like drugs to Ivy and her hot sidekick.

What the fuck? Jason thought. Did I just call a bad guy hot? Especially one that...

Jason stopped thinking as he felt his cock stir in his pants.

"Son of a-" He curses.

"What?" Dick asks. "What the hell? What are you thinking about? Actually don't answer that we need to tell Bruce about this lead. Lets go."

After Bruce gave them the go ahead to scope out the convention the two walked around the main floor with the fake badges Alfred had made them.

Dick was on high alert taking note of which plants were of highest value while Jason was bored out of his mind.

Dick overheard a pair of botanists mention the genetically engineered one of a kind plant being held in a locked room upstairs only those with VIP badges could get into.

"We need to go upstairs," Dick told Jason.

"Great I could use a snack break," Jason said in relief.

"No you idiot, Ivy and Mistletoe are going to be after this so called one of a kind plant."

Dick and Jason snuck into the master exhibit but all of the guards were laying the floor passed out.

Dick leaned down, putting two fingers to one of the guards necks, "he still has a pulse, they must be here already"

"Really? What was your first clue?"

"Just keep an eye out." Dick ordered.

They fanned out, heads on swivels as they worked towards the VIP section, finding more unconscious botanists along the way.

"It's a beautiful plant, Ivy... How long until the bird brigade is gonna show up?"

"Not long... I trust you can handle them?" A female voice said. No doubt obviously Ivy.

"Sure thing."

The sound of shattering glass made the vigilantes rush toward the sounds of your voices only to barge into an empty room.

"Where did they go?" Robin asked.

"It's so good to see you again boys," you said from behind them.

The duo turned around but you already had vines shooting towards them.

Nightwing was able to deflect the vine with his staff, Robin however was trapped once more.

"Not again," he mumbled struggling to break free while Nightwing bolted towards you.

You and Nightwing fought but in the end you had managed to capture him in another web of vines.

"I see you two are making me work for it this time," you said sighed.

"What do you and Ivy want with those plants?!" Robin barked.

"Ugh... really? Shop talk? What? Do you think I'm gonna monologue Ivy's plan so you can run and tell the Bat what we plan to do? No... I'm gonna have some more fun."

You snap your fingers and the boys are blasted with another cloud of pollen.

All of a sudden the boys started to feel hot, uncomfortably so.

"What... what did you... do..." Nightwing says between pants, sweat starting to form.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough. But I better give us some more privacy."

You reach into a small pouch on your hip, pulling out a few seeds, tossing them around the room, vines sprouting and blocking the exits.

"This time I plan on having my way with you," you said pulling Nightwings pants down exposing his ass.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," you whispered in his ear as you toyed with his entrance with your fingertips.

"Don't fucking stop," Nightwing grunted, groaning as you pushed your cock inside him while making direct eye contact with Robin.

"Oh fuck... you're tight... Tell me. Do you like the feeling of my cock in your ass?" You punctuate the sentence by nibbling on Nightwing's ear.

"Yes... yes I do. Oh god. Please keep moving!"

You hum in agreement, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly increase your pace, still keeping eye contact with Robin. You can see something in his eyes... envy.

"You doing okay over there Robin? You enjoy watching me fuck your partner? Or do you wish it was you I had my cock inside of? I remember that dirty little secret you told me the last time we met."

"Please... Fuck me," Robin begged.

You pulled out of Nightwing, positioning yourself behind Robin and tugging his pants down.

"What a nice ass you have," you said giving it a firm smack.

Robin sighed but it turned into a moan when you roughly pushed your cock inside of him.

“Oh wow! You both feel amazing” you say, thrusting into robin’s ass. “This is the first time anyone’s ever fucked either of you isn't it?”

“Yes.” Both boys moan.

You run your hands around Robin’s front, hands on his chest under his shirt.

You continue to push in and out of Robin, occasionally snapping your hips.

Robin moans in time with your thrusting, slowly becoming more and more undone.

Without even having to touch his cock he was cumming hard while you continued thrusting through his release.

You could tell Nightwing was just as close to his own climax so you returned your attention to the original sidekick, getting on your knees in front of him and taking his cock in your mouth, tasting the cum already leaking from him.

You hollow out your cheeks and suck on the leaking cock, taking it to the base as it starts to twitch violently, shooting rope after rope of hot cum down your throat.

“Oh shit!” Nightwing moans as you suck every last drop from him. You pull away licking your lips and then go back to Robin lapping up the leftover cum from his sensitive cock.

“Ah! Fuck...”

“Well... that was delicious boys. And impressive. I mean. Boy wonder came without me even touching him. Anything you wanna say? Did you have fun?”

"Best... Night... Ever..." Robin said exhausted from his orgasm.

"Good to hear, maybe I'll let you cum again if you act like a good boy," you teased.

"Mistletoe," a deep voice said behind you.

"Batman," you sighed turning around, "you always have to ruin the fun."

"What did you do to Nightwing and Robin," he questioned.

"Nothing that they didn't want me to do," you grinned.

Batman looks over to his sidekicks, still bound in vines, pants around their ankles.

“I’m sure... where’s Ivy and the plant?”

“Look, like I told the bird twins. I’m not telling ya. Now. I got stuff to do and you have other things to deal with. Ta-ta!”

You throw down more seeds that release another bout of pollen while many vines converge on Batman allowing you to make your escape.

“See you soon boys!” You shout, voice gradually getting quieter.

The Bat would’ve chased after you if he wasn’t worried about Nightwing and Robin... he was thankful there was more pollen left to take and analyze.

"Are you guys alright?" Bruce asked them as they checked on the red marks around their wrists left from the vines.

"I'm fine, a little embarrassed," Dick grumbled.

"I'm not that was the best orgasm I've ever had," Jason said proudly making Bruce shake his head in disgust.

"Let's go back to the cave, maybe I'll be able to find something in this pollen you didn't," Bruce said trying to change the subject.

"Something tells me we haven't seen the last of Poison Ivy and Mistletoe," Dick stated.

To be continued...

#titans imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x jason todd x reader #fic #co write

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haro-whumps · 5 years ago

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Box Boy Meeting Mama

(CW: slavery, dehumanization, creepy + intimate whumper, implied noncon, videorecording, possessive behaviors)

Tag list: @thatsthewhump @whump-it @ashintheairlikesnow @fairybean101 @finder-of-rings @comfortforthepain @shameless-whumper @that-one-thespian @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @raigash @im-not-rare-im-rarr

Part 1

“Mama! Mama!” Ren called to the open front door, bouncing down the steps excitedly.

Their mother was a stunningly tall woman, with heavy brown hair that waved like a product model and a solid, masculine build. Her shoulders were broad, her wrists thick, and she had a jawline that could only be drawn using squares. Although her skin was free of wrinkle or blemish, she could never be described as youthful, her presence heavy and sharp in any room she entered. Her color palette was almost exclusively red, with some black and rare gold, and anytime someone told her that a woman of her size shouldn’t wear high heels, she bought herself a taller pair.

“Hello duckling,” she greeted with a bright smile, hugging her child, the only person in the world who would ever describe her as warm or loving.

“Soren!” they called over their shoulder, only half-stepping away from their mother, “Heel! Position 1!”

Soren had been told he’d be meeting Ren’s mama that morning, and had been dressed up for it, wearing what could only be called a toga and gold sandals that stretched up to his knees. He rushed to them and stood with his feet slightly parted, arms at his sides, spine straight.

“Oh there he is,” she said curiously, eyeing him over as though to judge if his presence lived up to the rumors. He stood close to Ren, nervous around the looming woman, with her sharp eyes and strong arms. Ren was his owner, so of course they could do whatever damage they wanted to him, but they knew that to a whumpee, their mama cut a much more intimidating figure. She could do as much damage with a closed fist as Ren might with a belt. Maybe more.

“You’re right, the short hair really isn’t suiting him,” she commented at length, lifting a lock of Soren’s hair, which now skimmed his shoulders. The products were doing their job. She tilted his chin and her eyes lingered on the birthmark. “But you are a cute little thing, aren’t you pet?”

“Thank you, um, m-ma’am?” he said hesitantly, body tense, and Ren giggled.

“Aw,” Ren’s mama said with a knowing click of her tongue. “Did you call my child ‘ma’am’ and get scolded for it?” she asked with a small chuckle shaking her impressive shoulders.

“Uh--um, well,” Soren stammered, which was too cute, so Ren took pity on him and kissed his pretty temple.

“He’s been perfect, lately; hasn’t messed up since, have you angel?”

“No, Exalted,” he said, obviously relieved that Ren had stepped in.

“Oh, Exalted!” Ren’s mama crooned, “I like that, that’s so classy!”

“Thanks!” Ren said cheerfully, beaming up at her. “The other option is ‘Honored One,’ which I think has a similar ring to it.”

“Good choices, good choices,” she agreed. “Well, off to Sunday brunch?”

“Mm!” Ren hummed. They gave Soren a quick kiss to his cheek, petting his hair in a smooth, swift gesture. “Behave yourself while I’m out, Soren. I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Have, have fun,” Soren said, glancing between them and their mama, timid around her, but that was fine. If Soren wanted to see Ren as the only safe thing in all the world, that was a-okay by them.

They climbed into the passenger seat of their mama’s red luxury car, one of the smaller ones today, and arranged their skirts around their legs. Best part of skirts: Ren looked phenomenal in them and they showed off their calves. Worst part of skirts: maneuvering in them.

“He really is,” Mama murmured as she started the car with her thumbprint, “That’s your sweet little Soren.”

“I know!” Ren said with a laugh, “I can still hardly believe it sometimes!”

“Well, he seems healthy and whole, at least.”

“Mama! Of course he is!”

She snorted and pinched their cheek, eyes still on the road. “I didn’t say I ever thought you wouldn’t take care of him, dumpling. But you know how those whumpee-vendors can get, sometimes. Every couple of months, it seems like there’s some new scandal that everyone just needs to flood the news streams with.”

Ren sighed knowingly, very put upon. “It’s true. I mean, really, you’d think we’d be past the whole ‘Oh hey let’s lose our shit over this’ phase of whumpees, right? They knew the risks when they signed themselves over, and it’s not like they’re actually people anymore.”

Mama hummed. “Do we want to go for cheese and pasta or are we thinking seafood today?”

“I could go for somewhere with refried beans and pork, if you’re up for it,” Ren stated.

“Oo, fancy today.” Mama threw on her turn signal. “Guaca Maya’s always a safe bet.”

“So, did I not, express, to Soren, enough, that I loved him and liked taking care of him when we were younger? Like, why didn’t he come crawling back to me?”

“Duckling,” Mama crooned, like when they were acting just a little unreasonable about how life wasn’t fair.

“It’s been bothering me since I found him, Mama. I would have forgiven him! He had to have known that, right?”

“Honey, sometimes poor people just… behave in strange ways. They’re not rational.” She gave their thigh a sympathetic squeeze. “The more you try to make sense of them, the more frustrated you’ll get.”

Ren sighed and stroked their brow, probably messing up their eyebrows but ah, such was life. “I know, I know. It doesn’t matter, I have him now,” they said, flaring out their fingers.

“And so cute, too; he’s so nervous!”

Ren giggled. “Oh, oh! Once we get seated I’ll show you; remember how I told you I was buying all those cameras?”

“Oh, that’ll be nice,” she said, parking the car.

They were seated at one of the better tables, the waitress accidentally calling Mama “sir” before she noticed the mixup, and after they’d ordered their food Ren pulled out their phone and tapped through the application, searching for their boy.

“Ha, there he is,” Ren said, holding out the phone screen so Mama could look. “He really likes that balcony.”

“Good thing, too, his freckles are so pretty when they’re dense,” Mama commented, taking the phone in that way the previous generation had, instead of just looking while Ren held it. Soren was seated on a patio chair, plush but waterproof, and was dozing in the late morning sun.

“I’m glad I got him the two in one sunscreen and lotion,” Ren remarked, staring gleefully down at the screen, chin in their palm. Even though it would be fun to poke and prod at the burns, they thought privately. Such things were not meant to be shared with their mama; she would scold them for casual violence.

“You’re such a clever kid,” Mama said proudly, handing the phone back, “Always the most prepared out of all your peers, I don’t know where you got it from.”

“Statistically speaking, probably you,” Ren said, and they both laughed. Brunch went by pleasantly, the two of them catching up on the events of the week. Mama knew a good portion of Ren’s week, since they had kept on delightedly texting her throughout, but it was always fun to eat and chat. Mama enjoyed flaunting her wealth as much as Ren did, and tipped equal to the bill, then drove Ren home.

“Same time next week,” she said before they got out of the car, “But not the week after--”

“--because you’ll be overseas, so we’ll have to videochat,” Ren confirmed, leaning across the consol so she could kiss their cheek affectionately.

“You got it. Alright darling, have a good one.”

“Bye Mama!” Ren called brightly as they got out, and returned inside. Brunch with Mama always left them feeling pleased and calm, and knowing that they were returning to Soren left them positively bouncing, skirt flaring out around their knees. They went to the kitchen to put their leftovers in the fridge,

and their mood turned on a dime.

“What are you doing with those scissors!?” they bellowed, crossing the kitchen in an instant, catching him by the wrist so hard he dropped the blades, their nails pressing bleeding crescents into his skin.

“E-Exalted, I--”

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?!” they yelled, slamming that fragile arm into the pantry door, grabbing him by the front of his toga and lifting, furious, spots swarming their vision.

“Nothing! Please!”

“The hell does nothing need scissors for?” they shouted, their face so close to his that spit flew onto it. “Do you seriously think you can just--”

“Thread! There’s a loose thread!” Soren wailed, free hand desperately pressed against Ren’s chest. They stopped, breathing hard, rage still curling in them but paused, just for a moment. Soren hiccupped on his little sobs and shakily moved his hand to point at the strap of his toga. “T-*hic* There’s a l-loose thread, Honored One,” he said, lifting it so they could see. Thin, unnoticed when the clothing was delivered, hardly even visible without someone pointing it out. “I, I was snipping it. I would never hurt you, Exalted, Ren, please, I would never, I’m not a fighter, I wouldn’t hurt you, please,” his fingers curled in the front of their blouse, “please, never, never. I wouldn’t, Honored One, please believe me, I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t.”

Ren released his wrist, their fingers trailing down his skin and leaving bloody marks. They took a deep breath, and let it out, releasing his toga and lifting their hands to his face, cupping his cheeks. “Oh, baby,” they murmured, trying to calm their heartbeat. “Oh Soren,” they said, pressing up against him, his back flush against the pantry door, their face pressed into his hair. His gorgeous hair, that he wasn’t going to cut. He hadn’t even been thinking about it. His first concern was that Ren thought he would hurt them, use the scissors to fight; cutting his hair was so far from his mind it never crossed it.

They stood there, pressed up against his quietly crying body, for an indeterminate amount of time. They pulled back when they were calm enough, and silently took the thread between their fingers. They leaned down and bit it, snapping it easily, and then kissed Soren’s birthmark.

“Go ahead and clean up the mess you made,” Ren said, glancing at their leftovers, which were now spilled across the kitchen tile. “I’ll go get some disinfectant for your wrist.”

“Thank you,” he said, high and quiet and Ren felt okay enough to smile at him. They kissed his pretty lips, thumbing at the tear tracks, half-dried, and left the kitchen. But not without first grabbing the scissors, taking the blades with them.

#whump #slavery #dehumanization #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #possessive behavior #videotaping #videorecording #pet #slave #lost temper #bbu #box boy #ren #soren #mama #mine #writing

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slowly52 · 6 years ago

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[ run away ]

[ yoongi x male reader ]

some kind of gang!au, though im pretty sure it's really far away from reality.

—

"you really gotta stop fighting everyone" yoongi said in a whisper, taking care of his friend's bruised hands. "what did he do this time, anyway?"

"he was talking shit"

"yeah, i know. you always say that". after the bruises were clean, he stood up from the edge of the bathtub he was sitting at, then threw away the dirty cotton. "but what was he saying?"

"you don't wanna know"

"oh, really?" he sat again, this time on the younger's lap. they weren't really dating, but they were pretty close. making out here and there, hooking up from time to time. casual, as it worked for them.

"... it was about you, that's all i'll tell you" he said, running his hands through yoongi's thighs. his knuckles still hurt, but it wasn't anything he couldn't deal with.

"well, now i wanna know even more" he chuckled, putting his arms around the other's neck and resting their foreheads against each other. "what did he say, y/n? i won't ask you again"

yeah, that was one thing he always did. he knew he had him whipped, wrapped around his finger. if he wanted something, y/n would always give it to him. he tried not to use his influence on the younger very often, but sometimes it was fun to play around for a bit.

"... i don't wanna tell you, hyung"

"y/n... please"

"he said gross things. things you don't wanna hear"

"come on, i wanna know. i deserve to know, don't i?"

"hyung, i'm serious..."

the younger could be really stubborn at times. though, it wasn't good to push him. yoongi cared deeply for him, and he knew that if he really didn't want to talk, then it was better to keep it that way. even if he tried to keep his strong facade, when it came to him, it wasn't that easy.

"... okay. i'll trust you. i can trust you, right? you had good reasons?"

"you're always a good reason. you know i wouldn't lose my energy on meaningless shit"

"yeah... i know" he ran one of his hands through the younger's hair, then pecked his lips, trying to reassure him.

that was kinda how they worked together. ever since they met, the younger would always feel the urge to protect the other. physically, he was way stronger than yoongi, so he felt like it was his duty to make sure he was safe from the people that wanted to hurt him. always getting into fights, he was used to the bruises all over his body, that would soon add up to the collection of scars. he was used to the pain.

for yoongi, it was the other way around. ever since he was a kid, he learnt how to deal with his emotions. to keep a straight face, to fake a smile, or even shed a tear or two if needed. sometimes he regretted it, not being able to show his emotions anymore. he missed the days when he could be genuine.

so, when they found each other, it was as if they fit perfectly into one mold. both making each other stronger, filling the voids in each other's hearts.

—

they were still teenagers when everything started. yoongi never was the dangerous type, so when people started making him a "target", he didn't really know how to defend himself. he didn't care, though. if he got hit, he didn't care. he was alone, anyway. if no one else cared, why would he?

at some point, y/n got into the picture. hanging out with the wrong people, he always ended up at the wrong places. being in a place neither of them should be at, that's how they met.

with bruises all around his torso and spitting blood out of his mouth, the younger laid there on the cold floor. all of his friends had run away, and left him alone with a problem that wasn't even his in the first place. every punch and every kick hurt like hell, but he knew the pain would eventually stop. maybe they would leave him alone, or maybe they would end up killing him. at that moment, both felt like a good end.

in the end, it turned out to be the first option. still, he didn't want to get up, so he stayed there, bloody and cold.

"hey, dude, wake up" is the first memory he has of yoongi's voice. looking at his face, he felt like he was already in heaven. "come on, wake up. you can't stay here all night. you'll get sick"

eventually, they ended up at yoongi's place. ever since then, it was always him who took care of his bruises. because, well, the fights didn't stop, and when he started being the cause of the fights, he kinda felt like that was the least he could do.

• • •

"wanna know a secret, hyung?" the younger said, quite slurred. the alcohol in his veins was already making an effect, and he was having trouble with filtering his words.

"... okay" yoongi said, gaze stuck in the book in front of him.

"it was me" he chuckled and laid his body across the other's lap, then lifting his own hand and playing with his hair from there.

"... what are you talking about?"

"you know, the people who used to make fun of you?" he sat up again, this time getting way too close to his face. yoongi could smell the alcohol in his breath, but that didn't bother him anymore. he tried to make him stop drinking a few times before. tried to convince him of not throwing away his youth like that, but he didn't listen.

"... y/n, don't-"

"i did it! i made them stop!" he exclaimed as he got up and started dancing around, excitement all around his body.

"... what?" the book long ago forgotten, he got up too and went to keep his friend from falling. he was worried that he may have done something stupid, once again. though, deep down, he was happy. was it really over? would they really stop?

"well, i didn't do it alone. you should thank hoseok and namjoon too"

after a few seconds of silence, he chuckled. yeah, he was scared as fuck. scared that they would come back worse than before. but, shit, he was happy. this kid, who he picked up from the street a few months ago, didn't just solve one of his biggest problems. he got him a family, and one that he could really trust from now on.

—

"hey, hyung..."

laying in bed, with the younger's arms wrapped around his waist, was when he felt like his own person again. those were the times when they could really talk to each other, heart to heart, without worrying about anyone else.

"yeah?"

shifting around, he placed his hands on the other's chest. looking up to his eyes, he knew there was something important he wanted to say.

"well, i've been thinking... you know, we're adults now, right?"

"yeah, technically. you still act like a child though" he chuckled, taking one of his hands to caress the younger's hair.

"well, that's kind of what i'm getting at" he stopped for a bit, thinking about the wording and trying not to mess it up. "i talked to the guys earlier, and we all kind of agreed that, uh... we should stop this, right?"

"what do you mean?"

"it's just... we grew up. we can't get away with shit like we used to anymore. one mistake and we're all gone, and i don't know if i wanna give up the chance of having a normal life just because of something i started when i was a kid, you know?"

"yeah, i get it" he nodded, giving him and understanding smile. "so, you wanna quit?"

"yeah. i mean, i know it's not that easy, but... i don't know. maybe we can just run away? together?"

thinking about it, it was nice. a chance to start over, in a new place, with new people. it would be hard to actually find a place, but the idea of starting a new life, with the man he had loved for so long... maybe it was actually worth a shot.

"as long as it's with you, i'm in"

#bts #male reader #min yoongi #suga #kpop #bts x male reader #yoongi x male reader #suga x male reader #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts mlm #bts lgbt #bts au

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mishaandthebrits · 5 years ago

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Your Guardian Angel

Rushing out of work you sighed. You hated it. Well not the job itself, but your boss and coworkers as they all were judgmental and fake friends. As it was Friday you decided to ditch your usual after work Tradition of going home and treating yourself by for once going shopping. Feeling rather self confident, which was quite unusual for you, you decided to try on one of the little black dresses your favorite store had in stock.

"Well damn girl, the guy you come home to is fucking lucky.", you heard a voice beside you speak when you stepped out of the dressing room to look at yourself in the mirror. Surprised you turned around and stood opposite of a brunette woman in jeans and a T-shirt. "Uhm thank you?", you mumbled and she smirked. "Made friends already?", a blonde asked the one opposite of you. "Only complimented the outfit.", she answered stepping aside. "Daaaaaaaamn.", the blonde you now saw gasped. "Thank you...", you blushed biting your lip.

"Hey, so you live in Paris right?", the first asked again and you nodded confused due to the sudden change of topic. "Do you have anything planned tonight? You seem cool and we're not from here.", she smiled and you thought for a second. You wanted to get more spontaneous and these two didn't seem like kidnappers, so you decided to give it a shot. "Sure, I could show you around a little?", you smiled at them. "I'm Y/N by the way." "Briana and that's Kim, not sure where the others are.", the blonde shrugged. "How many are you exactly?", you asked surprised and she seemed to count in her head. "Tonight we're 6, the other 4 stayed at the hotel because they're either sick or party poopers.", she finished and you nodded. "And you're all Americans?", you then asked before turning around to head back to the dressing room. "You better leave that one on, it's fabulous! And yes, well no, one is half French, but besides that all born and raised in the land of opportunities.", Kim laughed. "I'm not American though.", a red head grinned as she walked up to the three of you. "Oh damn right! That's Ruth. Ruth, Y/N.", Briana introduced and you waved at her smiling softly. Once all of the three and you had paid for your new possessions and you had changed back into the dress as they had requested the three girls lead you to a small restaurant across the street. "Guys! We found a new friend.", Ruth exclaimed excited pulling you towards the table. "These are Rob and Rich, secretly gay for each other and Sebastian, our half French guy. This is Y/N, Kim found her trying on the dress and she actually considered not buying it!", she introduced you to the others and the others to you and soon another chair has been added to the table and the seven of you sat around it with a cocktail in hand each. "So what did they catch you with?", Richard asked from beside you after taking a sip. "Kim surprised me kind of and then they just asked me and well, I really need to work on being spontaneous, so here we are.", you shrugged smiling at him softly. "Well spontaneous is my second name.", Sebastian spoke from your other side and for some reason the whole table laughed. "Thought that was charmer?", Rob shot back and you grinned. "Don't worry Y/N, Seb is all talk and no action.", Kim reassured you before they all got back to the topic they had been talking to before, which was the absence of a person younger than them. In a moment of confusion and laughing Sebastian all of a sudden leaned over towards you and smirked. "You know, I can show you what a man of action I am later...", he whispered right beside your ear and stroked your cheek with his finger before sitting back up and joining the conversation the others had leaving you with a flushed face. Not joining their conversation you were still thinking about his words when Richard rapped your shoulder. "All okay? Are we boring you?", he asked genuinely worried and you smiled at him. "Not at all, the stories you're telling sound like fun, well some are also pretty creative.", you told him noticing that the others were all caught up in the conversation. "I'll kidnap Y/N quickly so she can translate okay? I don't trust Seb anymore.", he then grinned at the group and pulled you up after they had nodded. While you quickly followed him Sebastian watched you smirking. "What do you need translated?", you asked once he stopped in a quiet corner and he laughed softly. "Nothing, just wanted to get you away from Mr. Charming. Look, we all know he can be quite overwhelming and he always is like that around us, but usually not towards strangers, unless he is on stage. I don't know what exactly he told you earlier, but he seems to enjoy your company, so I just wanted to make sure you're not thinking too bad about him after whatever he said to you, because judging by your expression it was either really embarrassing or clearly not for the public's ear.", the blonde in front of you spoke smiling and you nodded. "Clearly not for the public ear.", you agreed with a small nod. "But thank you Richard, he really seems like a nice guy under the surface.", you added and Richard smiled even wider now. "Oh he is, he is a puppy and as supportive and loyal as one can be, believe me.", he told you before looking to the table over your shoulder. "Guess we got to head back, just to make sure, you'd be fine if we disappear one after the other?", he asked and you though for a second before nodding. "Good... oh and you had to translate the newspaper article for me, in case they ask.", he spoke over his shoulder before heading back to the table with you in tow.

Richard did just as he had warned you. First the three girl disappeared claiming they were tired and were going to take a taxi to the hotel leaving the three guys and you. While Rob and you talked about the TV show they were all starring in Rich and Seb went to talk outside before coming back inside only to have Rich pronounce he was call it a night as well because apparently he was still jet lagged. Rob was quick to join making you smile. The introduction clearly had been right, they were best friends, almost like a gay couple. "So that leaves the two of us.", Sebastian announced looking at the now almost empty table. "Indeed... Rich asked me earlier if that's okay because he noticed your comment towards me.", you admitted and he frowned before a smile spread on his lips. "And you said yes, i mean you're still here so...", he concluded before you could nod again. "So you do want to take me up on the promise hm?", the male smirked and you lightly hit his shoulder while shaking your head. "What about you actually buy me a coffee first?", you suggested and he grinned happily. "If you intend, I would prefer a nice dinner though, if you haven't had one yet?", he asked you. "Nope, headed shopping and then here directly after work.", you agreed so he got up immediately before helping you up. He held your jacket open and then smiled with his outstretched arm so you could link yours in. Apparently the others had already paid when they left, so he guided you outside onto the busy streets of Paris. Walking close beside you he made sure you would get bumped into while tell you about his youth in Paris. Smiling you explained your history to him about how your parents were French and American and you had just recently moved from New York to Paris for your job. "Oh? So that's the reason such a beautiful lady is spending her Friday evening with strangers?", he asked frowning slightly and you nodded. "I'm having a hard time finding friends here, my coworkers aren't at all like yours.", you sighed and he surprised you with his next move. "Well my coworkers are your friends now as well, after the messages I got they clearly are.", he grinned and handed you his phone with text messages on the lock screen.

"You better not mess this up." - Bri "Go get her tiger. BUT. Keep her." - Kim fucking Rhodes "Bonne Chance Seb. Please don't hurt her." - Witchy "I agree with Rich!" - Rob "If you leave without the intention to see her again I'll end you. Gabriel will end you. And God will join." - Richy "Oh and give her our numbers! Forgot that :)" - Richy

You read the texts before handing him his phone back. "So they all think im gonna let you get it tonight hm?", you frowned and he shrugged. "Apparently they believe I'm really charming.", he shrugged smirking and you smiled. "We'll see hm?", you replied before looking around noticing where you were. "Isn't that like way too expensive?", you frowned when he stopped in front of one of the more expensive restaurants in Paris. "Not really, you deserve to be treated, plus I want to impress you.", he admitted and you giggled. "Oh that's working.", you smiled at him when he took your jacket off of your shoulders only to place it on the rack then pulled your chair out. "Merci.", you smiled with a little nod seconds before a waiter arrived. You ordered your drinks and soon after your food and Sebastian skillfully chose a wine to go with it. "That's your French routs hm?", you teased and he nodded laughing softly. "Either that or its still me wanting to impress you, now hand me your phone, I'll type in the numbers hm?", he offered and you nodded doing just that. A few moments later he handed it back to you and watched you smiling. "I took the opportunity and saved me as well.", he sheepishly admitted and you grinned. "Had hoped you'd do that.", you replied when the waiter delivered your food. The dinner was filled with stories from the both of you and you didn't miss the glances he gave you. The glances or admiration and interest as well as kindness. After dinner you excused yourself to head to the toilet where you got your phone out and looked through your contacts. Quickly you pressed on one of the newly saved contacts. "Hello?", you heard Richard answer and exhaled. "Hey... it's Uhm me, Y/N.", you spoke unsure whether calling was a good idea. "Oh hey, is everything okay? He didn't mess up did he? I'll hurt him if he did!", the male spoke and you chuckled quietly. "No no Richard... it's the opposite and I... I felt like I needed to talk to someone. Is that okay? That's weird right?", you rambled and paced the bathroom. "What? No! Wait I'll get out of the room and back to mine.... okay now, what's going on?", he asked after a moment and you heard he had closed the door to separate himself from the noises. "He... Sebastian is such an angel... I'm scared I'll mess up Richard. I always mess up, that's what he said...", you quietly spoke and heard Richards gasp. "Seb said that?", he grumbled and you realized you had confused him. "Oh no! My ex, my father, all of them. I don't want to hurt Sebastian, but that's all I do.", you sighed sadly and heard Richard breathe in deeply. "Okay, listen. You tell him you don't feel well and when he's back here I'll talk to him if you want, Okay?", the man suggested and you nodded with tear filled eyes. "That would be... You're the best Richard. Heck I don't deserve to know you.", you mumbled then ended the call to get ready to face the disappointed look of Sebastian.

Sebastian had been super understanding making you feel even worse. He had offered to take you home to make sure you arrived safely and when you declined he had ordered a taxi for you and pre payed for it. The whole time in the taxi you texted with Richard explaining why you had reacted the way you did, about your nightmares, the doubts and how sorry you felt that you put that all on him when all of his fan already told him all of those personal stories, but he just told you not worry and accept it because he was your as he said best gay friend now. With a sigh you stepped into your little flat. A few minutes before Richard had written you that Sebastian had arrived in the hotel and he was going to talk to him, so you now anxiously waited for a text message. Quickly you made yourself a cup of tea and sat on your favorite window. You saw the Eiffel Tower from it and simply adored it because of that.

"Are you in bed already? Can you come over?" - Richy

You sighed when your phone showed the notification and quickly got up and put your coat back on.

"Which hotel?"

"Hyatt. Room 759"- Richy

Immediately you were on your way. It had to be bad or too long and complicated if he didn't want to tell you what was going on on the phone or in a text. Stepping into the Hyatt you looked around surprised, you had never been here and probably would never be in such an expensive hotel again. Heading up with the elevator you looked for the room then quietly knocked afraid to disturb other guest who might already be sleeping. While waiting you nervously played with your fingers and looked at the ground. "Y/N... Please come in.", Sebastian's voice greeted you and you looked up surprised. "I... This is your room isn't it?", you sighed before moving to turn around. "It is, but I asked Richard to do that, please come in?", he spoke now incredibly gentle making it impossible for you to turn your back to him. With a quiet sigh you walked inside and once the door fell close he had his arms around you in a protective hug. "Oh Y/N... why didn't you tell me... okay no, I get why, I'm glad you told Richard and allowed him to tell me.", he mumbled into your hair and stroked your back. Right away the tears in your eyes were back and you soon became a crying mess. "Shhh, it's okay... you didn't mess up... and you won't, you can't... there's nothing you could do that would make me think you messed up.", he spoke calmly while he kept holding you. "Nothing okay? Because you are freaking amazing and beautiful and kind and I can't even find the words to describe you although I'm never out of words.", he finished and you closed your eyes trying to calm down. Your arms were on his torso while his were one wrapped around your waist and the other in your hair. After a few more moments you had calmed down enough to breath normal again. He slowly let go of you and looked at you smiling. "I'm a mess...", you whispered referring to both, your physical and emotional state and Sebastian quickly cupped your cheeks. "Okay, you're not a mess, I mean physically you kind of are at the moment, but I think you're adorable and in that cute head of yours everything makes perfect sense, so I am never going to judge you for anything you feel. You have your reasons for thinking this way and chuck help me if I ever meet the person who's done that to you...", he quietly cooed before kissing your forehead. "So now we're gonna go knock on Briana's door and ask if she can borrow you some sweatpants and a shirt and then head to bed, what do you think?", he suggested making you nod with a sniffle. He gently grabbed your hand before leading you back into the hallway after helping you out of your coat. Two doors down the corridor he knocked on a door and a smiling Briana opened the door. "Y/N...? What happened? What did you do?!", she asked you first then turned to Sebastian. "He did nothing! Don't worry, it's me... I messed up...", you quickly defended him only to feel him squeeze your hand. "Bri, could we borrow a pair of sweatpants and a shirt?", he asked her smiling gently and turned to you once she headed back into her room to grab the things. "You didn't mess up okay? I promise you, I understand it. Please don't think that you're messing up when you open up about how you feel and what's going on in that beautiful head of yours. Remember, nothing you could do to mess up, nothing okay?", he mumbled cupping your cheeks again. Closing your eyes with a nod you heard Briana cough quietly and both Sebastian and you turned to look at her. "I've also gotten you a spare hairbrush I had around.", she gently smiled and you went to grab the things only to have the man beside you grab them first. "Got it, thank you Briana, I owe you.", he nodded with a thankful smile then turned to you. "Let's head to bed hm?", he suggested and guided you back to his room. If you had paid attention you would've noticed how Briana's door didn't close until you were back in the room you had previously come from. "You can use the bathroom first, I'll go after you, is that okay?", he asked quietly and you nodded taking the clothes from him then headed for the bathroom. Quickly you changed then went back so he could get changed. Once the both of you were finished he looked at you smiling gently. "I'll take the couch of course.", he explained but you shook your head. "Don't be silly, we're gonna share, it's big enough.", you pointed to the bed and he thought for a second then nodded. Once the both of you laid under the shared blanket but not touching he switched off the light and you sighed. "I'm sorry... I'm sure that's not how you had planned your night to end.", you whispered and heard him turn around probably to face you. "You're right, it's better, after all I'm laying in bed with an amazing woman and am hopefully going to wake up beside her as well.", he spoke the smile audible in his voice leaving you with a smile as well. "Good Night Sebastian.", you mumbled. "Good Night Y/N. Sleep well.", he replied and with a smile you fell asleep beside him.

Slowly opening your eyes you blinked a few times until your eyes adjusted to the light that shone in through the windows. Moving slightly you intended to get up only to be stopped by an arm on your waist. Frowning slightly you turned to the body of the arm that kept you in bed and a slight smile spread across your lips. The way he was holding you, it seemed like he wanted to keep you from getting up, but not in a creepy way, more as if he was being protective. "Sebastian?", you mumbled and tapped his cheek gently in order to wake him. "Hm?", he hummed retrieving his arm from your waist to run his eyes. "We should get up... you have to be at the meeting thing soon, don't you?", you quietly spoke while sitting up and he did the same. "Oh right... yeah... what are you doing today?", he asked looking at you with a soft smile. "Nothing planned, why?", you replied and his smile got wider. "Do you want to join? It's gonna be the others and me and I promise it'll be fun.", he suggested and after a moment of thinking you agreed with a nod. Once the both of you had gotten up you went to shower first then dried your hair and got dressed in your work clothes from the previous day before checking your phone while Sebastian got ready.

"How did you sleep?" - Richard "Briana told me you're at Sebs :)" - Richard

"Surprisingly well, no nightmare tonight.", you quickly typed back before asking how he slept. "Good! Amazing actually. Glad him cuddling kept them away! I know he's a cuddler... we once shared a room at a convention...." - Richard You chuckled and locked your phone just when Sebastian walked back in freshly showered and dressed in a button up and jeans. "What's funny?", he smiled at you while walking over. "Richard said you're a cuddler and that you shared a room once.", you explained while he sat down beside you on the bed. "Did I cuddle you?", he asked turning to face you and you nodded. "I'm sorry... i mean if you did mind...", he started but you interrupted him quickly. "I didn't... it kept the nightmares away.", you whispered before smiling at him gently. "So thank you." "Glad I could help.", he grinned then grabbed your hand carefully to pull you up. "Breakfast and then we leave for the convention, what do you say?", he smiled walking towards the door you in tow and before you could reply you and him ran into Rich and Rob out in the hallway. "Good Morning!", Rob smiled making you wonder whether everyone of them knew you had spent the night there because they didn't really seem surprised. "Morning Robby!", Sebastian grinned and you smiled politely to the both men before heading to breakfast along with them. While the three males talked you mainly listened and chuckled here and there when they said funny things. "So did you two talk?", Richard asked suddenly as he stepped beside you at the buffet. "Not exactly, he still doesn't know more than you told him, but he told me that there's nothing I could do to mess it up with him.", you softly spoke with a tiny smile on your lips and saw Rich smile as well when you looked up. "I'm glad Y/N, because you two are such cuties together. So, do you wanna spend the day with us today then?", he asked while putting some more Madeleines on his dish so he luckily didn't see you blush. "He's asked that already... and if you others don't mind...?", you began only to be interrupted by him with a "We don't at all! So yay!". "What are you two talking about?", Kim asked stepping up beside you and immediately Rich told him about you joining them for the day. "Oh I'm glad! I had hoped so!", the brunette smiled just when she finished getting food, so the three of you went back to the table to finally eat breakfast. After all we're finished the shuttle to the convention hotel was already waiting and you all got inside to head there. You sat in between Richard and Rob because they immediately had stated that that was the plan. "Soooooo, you and Seb hm? I mean you two are so cute!", Rob squealed quietly with a huge grin on his face. "We're not a thing Rob...", you mumbled back and he shrugged. "Not yet, but soon.", he noted before going on to talk about the convention and what was planned for the day so you knew about it. When you arrived you knew the basics about the fans and what was going to happen. Going into the green room with the actors you looked around curiously. "Come here Y/N?", Sebastian asked from a comfortable looking chair from the window. "There's not enough chairs, so you might wanna share with me?", he suggested while patting his lap lightly. It wasn't one of those sexual and weird ones, it was more a friend offering a seat when all chairs were taken. Smiling you sat down and he wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his head on your shoulders. Talking to the other actors they discussed what they were going to talk about at the first panel while you just listened in and giggled when they told you the funny stories the fans would soon know as well. "Rob, Rich and Matt are the first that have to leave, so you want to watch their panel? We could either watch from behind the stage or the back of the room?", Sebastian quietly suggested and you nodded excited. "Behind the stage sounds like a plan.", you smiled at him wanting to avoid being seen and causing rumors. He nodded pulling you a little closer and hummed a French lullaby quietly which made you smile. "I like that song... my mum used to sing it for me when I was little.", you explained so only he heard it. "I'm sure she's a great singer.", he replied only to hear you sigh. "She was yes... a wonderful one, i hardly remember it though."

When the convention finished in the evening it was already way past 9 and you honestly were quite exhausted. Intending to head home and right into bed you grabbed your belongings and headed towards the exit of the empty green room. "Hey, where are you going?", Richard asked as he stepped in and nearly ran you over. "Home, why?", you frowned and he tilted his head. "You don't want to stay with him tonight as well? I mean, you slept good last night didn't you?", he reasoned and you nodded sadly. "I did, but I don't want to bother him any further. I mean I already did cause a lot of trouble didn't I?", you sighed and Richard shook his head wanting to start an answer just when the door opened. "Y/N? Where are you going?", Sebastian asked smiling and you sighed but before you could, Richard replied. "She thinks she's causing you trouble so she wanted to head home.", he told the other only to receive a death glare from you. "Hey hey, I told you. No trouble, no bother and no mess, okay?", Sebastian asked as he stepped in front of you and held your head up so you would have to look at him. "Okay...", you sighed before feeling him wrap his arms around you. "I had hoped your stay another night... is that too optimistic?", he whispered in your ear and you shook your head. "N-no... I just... i thought maybe you'd want to stay at my apartment tonight?", you suggested before feeling him pull away and look at you. "Are you sure?", he frowned and smiled when you nodded. "What? Sure about what?", Richard frowned not having heard your silent conversation. "That he is invited to stay at my place tonight.", you quietly admitted and Richard widely smiled like a boy in a toy store. After saying your goodbyes to the whole cast and promising that you'd come back the next day you and Sebastian grabbed an Uber to head to your apartment. Once inside you showed it to Sebastian and were surprised when he loved and pointed out the details in it. He also fell in love with your favorite window and immediately sat on the bench in front of it, surprisingly opposite of your usual seat. Smiling you joined him and your feet intertwined leaving you touching each other, but not so much it was uncomfortable. "I want to tell you something.", you spoke after a while of pure silence and enjoying the scenery. Curiously the man opposite of you looked over at you smiling. You took a deep breath before looking out of the window and starting. "When I was 4 my mother died... she died in a car crash and I was on the backseat, I hardly made it, but god knows how I survived. My dad didn't really like this though and that's what he made sure I knew. He didn't treat me well, insulted and physically abused me. A night in tears and covered in bruises wasn't unusual. That was until I met Simon, my ex. He first treat me like a queen, he showered me in love and attention but after a while he hung around with my father, he started to show his real side which was similar to my fathers if not even worse. I've been with him for 3 years afraid to leave him until he broke my rib about a year ago. It punctuated my lung and I had to be rushed into hospital where I finally found the courage to tell the nurse and leave him. I've changed my name, my habits, where I live and where I work in order to avoid being found...", you mumbled not daring to look at him after you just came clear about your whole life being a lie. "Those are the reasons for the nightmares, right?", Sebastian asked and you looked up surprised. You had expected something like rage or confusion, but what you saw was care and admiration. Carefully you nodded and he pulled you in between his now slightly spread legs so he could hold you close to his chest. "Oh Y/N, you're such a strong woman... I wish I could've kept you from that, but now that I'm here I will keep you from ever being treated like that again...", he mumbled against your hair and you chuckled in the end making him frown. "So you're gonna be my guardian angel?", you asked softly and he nodded before joining your chuckle. "And that while you actually are the angel.", he shook his head with the same smile still plastered on his face. That same smile was on his lips when he nervously asked you to be his girlfriend four weeks later in front of his friends and the Eiffel Tower. It was the same smile that appeared on his face when you told him you were going to move to the other side of the ocean for him and it was the same expression that graced his lips when he called Richard to tell him the news of your unexpected pregnancy first. When your little son was born he held him with that amazing smile you loved seeing on him and not even a year later he had it when he fell down on one knee in front of you.

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littlebitoffanfic · 6 years ago

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Orc x reader Request: can you write a mafiaAU with an orc who you fall in love with but don’t realise hes in the mafia so you run away and come back but he still loves you. I love that you started writing for orcs as well You should have never got yourself tangled up in this life, especially in this way. shoving clothes into a bag, your heart was hammering as you tried to reason with yourself. It was for your own safety, and for his. It all started over a coffee in a busy café, where he had asked to share your table. Then he offered to take you out for a meal. One thing had lead to another and before you knew it, you had fallen deeply in love with the orc. But there was thing he didn’t tell you about. Like how he was the son of the head mafia leader in the city. About how for every ali he had, he had several enemy’s. And that they wouldn’t blink once about killing you to get to him. But you had found out after a shoot out last night. You found out everything and on the night you thought you might have been happiest, your world had come crashing down around you. Karu had brought you there for one reason, and you knew it before you left your home. He had left his suit coat on the table which he took a phone call in the other room. You had been looking for your keys when you moved it and felt a small box inside. curious, you pulled the box out of his pocket and inside was a ring. You of course shoved it back and pretended you hadn’t seen it, but your heart was bursting with joy. You were a little no one with enough money to get by. The thought of having the love of your life propose to you was enough but he was from a wealthy family who owned a lot of businesses. You were both very young but knew what you wanted. Your life looked perfect. But then, someone had pulled a gun and started firing at you. not at him, at you. before you knew what happened. There was several guns and a fight broke out. Someone grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you out of the blaze. His shoulder. An older orc who had always looked at you with an air of pity in his eyes. He told you everything. About the mafia, about Karu, about what your life would be if you stayed. You would always be in danger. When you got home, you had packed your bag. You would leave the city right now, not look back. you left a note, telling him you loved him but you were scared. And with that, you fled. ------------time skip -------------- Ten long years past before you dared to return to the city. Walking down the streets, you felt like your were in a dream. Several shops had changed but most of them looked untouched by time. Faces changed but the buildings didn’t. You didn’t know what you expected. You left your belonging in your hotel room and decided to go explore the areas around. When you came across that little café, you couldn’t help but be drawn in. you ordered your coffee, which had never changed, and sat at a small booth in the back of the shop. You sat for about 15 minutes, browsing through your phone as you tried to figure out the best place to go next when you were drawn from your thoughts. “[y/n]?” That voice. It made you freeze. Your eyes followed the voice to see a familiar face. Karu. He wore a black suit with a white shirt. The years hadn’t been cruel to him, but they certainly hadn’t been kind either. His face showed years of stress, his eyes having bags under them and his youth had matured into the handsome features you now saw. But his eyes were the same. Especially considering they still looked down at you with love. His tusks now had marking on the bottom of them, symbolling his maturity and growth with his family. His skin was still that lovely soft green tone you had always loved. you might have jumped up and wrapped your arms around him, if the last time you had last seen him hadn’t been so violent. Fear flooded through your body. Was he angry? Would he still hold a grudge against you for your actions? The only reason you had left as you had was from fear he might not let you. Karu saw your fear and winced, taking a step back. he dropped your gaze, all the hope drained from his eyes. “My apologies.” He nodded his head, turning away from you. Damn your heart, which still held deep feeling for him. You jumped and called out his name, but the movement was like you had been hit by lightning and you ended up knocking your phone out your hand and onto the floor. Karu quickly turned to you and, upon seeing your phone on the floor, ducked down to grab it. His eyes glanced at the screen and saw you had been looking at restaurants. He handed the phone back to you. “You know, I know a few nice places. Umm. Real private. Perhaps I could show you around?” He offered, reminding you of the first time he had asked you out. “That…” You paused, your mind racing as you fought tooth and nail against your heart. But you couldn’t. not when he looked at you with hope in his eyes. “That would be lovely.” ---------------------time skip -------- You sat back in the booth of the restaurant, holding your hand over your heart as you tried to stop yourself from laughing so hard. Karu had always understood your humour perfectly and could make you laugh at anything. The meal was long finished and small restaurant want lit in a low, warm light. You were seated in a secluded booth at the back. it wasn’t visible by anyone unless the waiters came to check on you. “How long are you in town?” Karu asked as you both settled down. “About another 3 days.” You tell him and you see his smile faulter. You drop his gaze, looking away from him as you do so. “i-i-“ He drew your attention back to him as he looked down at the table, his brow knitted together in deep thought. He sighed, shaking his head. “I never got over you. Never.” He breathed. “Karu, im so sorr-“ You were about to say when he cut you off with a sad smile and shaking h is head again. “You have nothing to apologies for. You were right. I was so focused on my own love for you that I couldn’t see how much danger I put you in, especially by not telling you everything.” He spoke and looked up to you. you could see how much he had matured over the years, and it made your heart cry out for him. “It wasn’t as… bad as you might think. We weren’t the bad guys. We kept the real bad ones at bay. I didn’t want anything to do with it so I kept more to the business side of matters.” He drops you eyes and looks over the table as if he couldn’t bare your gaze. “Especially when I met you. couldn’t believe my luck. I just, I wish I had told you so you could have made your own decisions.” you didn’t know what to say to him. You both sat there in silence, the mood suddenly dropped. “You know I didn’t leave to hurt you?” You finally asked, drawing his attention back to you. he offered you a soft smile that melted your heart. “I know. I don’t blame you, either. I came home that night and vowed to tell you everything. Let you make up your own mind. i just wish I got the chance to tell you how much you meant to me.” He smiled sadly and reached out his hand to cup your cheek. “I was just scared. And I’d seen the box in your coat that night. I don’t know, I just got so scared with the shoot out and I panicked. I would have, I would have said yes if id know. I-i-I-“ you tailed off. You didn’t even realise that you had been crying until he wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. You reached up and pressed your hand against the top of his, keeping his hand on your cheek. he wrapped his free arm around you, holding you against his chest as you cried. -------------time skip --------------- You stood in the train station with your purse open, double checking you had all your tickets. Once satisfied for the 11th time, you closed it and put it back in your purse. You checked your suitcase was still beside you and your handbag was by your feet. Why did it feel like you were missing something? Or someone. Biting down on your lip, you hated yourself. After that night, Karu had taken you out for lunch and then last night for a farewell dinner. And it just felt so nice and natural. You had been on dates, sure, but these ones had just felt right. you ran your hand through your hair as you looked up to the trains details. It was due in 4 minutes. “[y/n]?” A voice called you and you twisted round. You couldn’t help but smile as Karu walked up to you. he wore a long black coat that gave him a gentleman vibe you loved. This along with his signature suit was enough to make you weak at the knees. “I had to come and say goodbye.” He smiled as he came to stand by your suitcase. “You said goodbye last night.” You pointed out, knowing there must be something more. He must have bribed his way onto the platform since there was barriers and guards on the station. Karu laughed but nodded. “I have to give you this.” He pulled out a black box, one which you recognised but you had to make sure. Taking the box, you opened it to see the very ring he had planned on proposing to you with 10 years ago. “Karu, why-“ You were cut off. “It’s a sign. I’ll always be here for you and I’ll be whatever you need me to be. A friend, protector, anything. I just need you to have this because I bought it for you to show you how much I love you. that much hasn’t changed.” He smiles, his eyes filled with tears as he looks down at you with such love and adoration in his eyes. You were about to speak, to say something when the sound of a train made you jump and look down the track. Your train was early. “Have a safe journey.” He calls to your over the train, cupping your cheek lovingly before turning and walking away, his hands buried in his pockets. You stood there, froze in spot with the ring in your hand. He was still completely and utter in love with you. after 10 years, he had kept the ring. Your mind was racing. He loved you and you loved him, so why were still deliberating on your decision? You heard a faint whistle then someone touched your shoulder. “Miss? You getting on this train?” The conduct asked, nodding to the train which had stopped and let all the passengers on. You blinked and your decision was made. “No, sorry.” You say, your voice shaking as you smile at the conductor. He smiles back before retreating to the train. You picked up your handbag and grabbed your suitcase. Hurrying along the platform and into the station, you passed through the barriers with raised eyebrows from security but they didn’t question. You saw Karu descending the steps to the station, his head low. Running out the door, you stopped at the top of the stairs. “Karu?” you called out his name and he jumped, turning back to look up at you. “[y/n]? your train-?” he asks, walking back up the stairs as he glances behind you. “You said you would be whatever I needed, right?” You ask, and he nods once. “well, I need YOU.” The words broke him. his arms wrapped around your waist and you were pulled against his front as his lips crashed onto yours. You instantly wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, able to feel the muscles under the clothes he wore before pulling yourself against him as hard as you could. You need him more than you had ever admitted. You felt his tusks grazing your cheeks as his lips worked furiously against yours in a way that made your knees weak but you were secure in his arms. When you both pulled back, you were panting hard. Your face was bright red and you could see the smile on his lips. “The only thing is, since ive missed my train, im going to need somewhere to stay while I get things sorted.” You giggle, knowing full well what his offer will be. “A lady like you needs a few options.” He offers you his arm while he grabs your suitcase. You hook your arm in his. “You may stay with me where you will have the option of several rooms, or you can stay in one of my hotels.” “I think I should stay with you.” You giggle, cuddling into him as he guides you to his car. “And as for beds, I would be fine to share it should the demand for the others be too much.” You glance up and see Karu smiling widely as he opens the door of his car for you. “And we must celebrate.” He slides into he drivers seat after placing your suitcase in the boot. you couldn’t help but look at him and smile, unable to believe you had chosen to stay. But it felt right.

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kat-sucky · 7 years ago

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hey hey hey!! can i please have Bakugou listening to his s/o singing (he can either catch s/o or them just singing to him) Je t'aime by Kelly Sweet? I just found the song and im in love :) thanks!!! (also, check out the song! its so peaceful~)

A/N: Here you go! Nice and angsty.

He’d been graduated for a few years now, aged some, and his heart had hardened. Since the first year at U.A., the entire class had experienced danger after danger, effectively shaping them into trained rescuers and merciless fighters. He had spent the past few years moving around the country, spot to spot, disaster to disaster, hotel to hotel, empty apartment to empty apartment, but nothing really seemed to completely occupy him anymore. His mom still called from time to time, her voice gentler than it had ever been. Sometimes he liked to pretend it was because they were both maturing, tempers finally reigning into a controlled heat, but other times he thought it was because she was afraid of what she had almost lost. After all, not every mother’s son goes through the worst graduation in all of Japan’s fine history.

His calloused hand set down his medium sized, worn black suitcase with the explosion iron-on stickers. The wheels had scratches from each flight, which always made them scrape along the floor instead of turning. Because of that, he had resorted to simply carrying it single armed. It only contained the bare essentials. Clothes, costume, hygienics, cellphone. He didn’t need much to survive, and that was all he was doing with his life. Survive, survive, survive.

His crimson eyes glances to the mirror lining the outdated room of the familiar apartment. It must have been built sometime in the seventies, he thought, he always thought that when entering this sacred space.

He looked worse for wear, with small scars boasting about his victories and battles. His hair was still the same pale lion’s fur hue, spikey and bristled. He was a little more tan from so much time spent outside training or patrolling. His shoulders were defined, broad, and rounded at the joints where his deltoid bulged. He had the body of a warrior, no fat, no softness. He had only hardened muscle and skin that had bled and healed countless times. His sleeping schedule was less organized than his junior high years, and the result was slightly pronounced darkened circles resting under his red gaze. His face, it had that same scowl on it, his teeth no longer bared in a ferocious smile.

[Y/N] would laugh at me if she could see me now. He grimaced, glancing away with a stinging feeling in his heart. She would tell me to go take a shower, and let her cook dinner. Then she would make me wash the dishes.

Instinctively, he glanced over to the tiny kitchen area, immaculately clean from the last time it had been entered. Then he noticed the thinnest layer of dust over everything. He would have to dust it, but the thought made his stomach clench, because he knew there would be no extra help. Not that he needed it. Perhaps it more due to the fact it was so… dead in here.

Like her.

“Je t’aime, je t’aime.”

Wryly, he smiled to himself. If he focused hard enough, he could still hear her soft singing. With a voice of a nightingale, [Y/N] was always able to make anything sound sweet. She had been sweet to him, and he always liked to reminiscence about those old, golden days of being a kid.

He could easily recall when they’d be sparring, and the sweat on her skin would make her look angelic in the sun. She wasn’t a student in the heroics course, but she always wanted to make a difference in the world. Her talent had lain in designing gear, and she was the one who came up with the concept of his refined grenade gauntlets. She would always ask to spar as an excuse to spend more time with him, under the pretense of wanting to see his costume in action. He knew she hated taking the hits, and once he felt like he knew her enough, he had started to go easier on her. Eventually, the sparring sessions devolved into just easy chatter, walking her home.

And every time she left the opportunity for him to make the move, the courage he always held in his chest, the eternal flame of his youth, died before he could make the move. The words of affection died before they fell from his lips, a curse of his rough nature.

“Thank you for walking me home, Bakugou.” You said softly, untangling the both of your hands, secretly relishing the feeling of his rough hands against your own.

“It was along the way.” He grunted, looking away from your peaceful gaze. He hated how you would look at him like that. So calm, unafraid of him. It always made him feel like you understood, maybe you did. It always left allure, like you knew things he never would, like you saw the world differently from everyone.

“I know.” Was your reply. It was the 34th time he had walked you home. You counted each time, and dreamt of these conversations. You had fallen hard for this unyielding, stubborn, and aggressive boy from the class 1-A.

You leaned up/down and gently, briefly, pressed your lips to his cheek, and ran inside the safety of your apartment before you saw his reaction.

Unbeknownst to you, he was staring bewildered at your fleeing form, hand touching his cheek. He couldn’t even yell expletives, he was speechless.

Even now, thinking about it, he felt your warm touch.

He was laying down on your bed now, technically his now, having bought the place. He couldn’t think of it as anything but yours though.

He closed his eyes, immediately plagued with the everlasting vision of the last hour of your life.

“Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour

I am forever yours.”

Your head was laying in his lap, blood leaking from your lip. Your eye was swollen, burnt, and tears were freely flowing from your glassy [eye color] gaze. They were locked on the grief-stricken crimson gaze of your best friend. Your voice, now wobbly, came out softly to him. It wasn’t the first time you sang to him, always this song, but you knew it was the last.

“Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

You’re always in my prayer.”

“Stop, [Y/N]. The paramedics are on their way.” He said roughly, squeezing unwanted tears from his eyes. The raw feeling of grief was hitting hard, knowing you weren’t going to make it. Everything he wanted to say was in his gaze, translated through the desperation, horror, and abandon in his watery stare. “Just hold on, please.”

Please, he begged.

“Softly, sweetly

Wrapped up in heaven’s arms.”

His hand cupped your cheek, his nose falling to touch yours.

All around you were flames, bodies, and pools of blood. His classmates were watching from the distance in sorrow for him, sympathetic, pitying. Some were even just as hurt as the civilian students they tried to save. There were so many casualties. The stadium was utterly destroyed. Beams had fallen, the ground was cracked, dust hung in the air. The flames cast a silvery gray orange light all around. In your stomach, a large shard of metal stuck through.

“Sailing, soaring over the moon

Gathering stardust.”

Don’t leave me. I need you.

“Be still, be safe, be sure

Je t'aime, je t'aime toujour.”

His lips wobbled with unsaid words, everything he’d been holding back threatening to break through.

“Wishing, praying, all of your dreams come true.” Your hands shakily reached up to his face, wiping away his tears. You found his hard to focus, but he strangely stayed clear in the middle of your fading vision. “Please remember, where'er you are my heart is with you.”

“[Y/N]!”

“Sweet dreams, sweet dreams mon cher

Always in my prayer.”

“Stay with me!”

“I am forever yours.” You paused to kiss him softly, then falling back. Your energy was fading fast. “Je t'aime… je t'aime….

…toujour.”

And by then, it was too late. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you. How much he loved the way your hair looked in the sun, under the moon. How bright you looked when you were focused, or laughing. How much he still wanted to walk you home, down the aisle.

“FUCK!” He screamed, his grip white on your hand.

The day he had always dreamed of, becoming a real hero, became his worst nightmare.

His hand slowly slid across the wetness on his cheeks. It was morning now. He felt heavy, but his lips felt lighter than ever.

To no one in particular, he murmured, “Hey [Y/N], I never got to say this ‘cause you made like a bitch and died, but.” He had to swallow. “I think I love you.”

Though he was alone, he could have sworn he heard your laughter, and that same, sweet, knowing:

“I know.”

#katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #katuski x s/o #bakugou x s/o #bnha x s/o #boku no hero academia x s/o #katsuki bakugou x s/o #reader insert #je t'aime

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mainexiii · 6 years ago

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Always Be With You Forever Day6 Young K x OC

“Soo hyun came back to Korea to see her family, it's been 5 years since she went to the U.S to study, as she stepped her feet in Korea, memories came flooding back, will she be able to forget the tragedy that almost cost her life and killed her boyfriend or a miracle will happen?“ Also posted in AO3 = Mainexiii

also.. im lazy asf so i did not prood read all of this, hence, a lot of grammatical errors coz English is not my primary language.

I’m having this strange feeling when I walk out on the arrival area at the airport, Jinnie my younger sister waving at her hands rapidly as if I can not even see her, I smile at her and waves back. “Soo hyun! Woah, I really missed you”, teary eyed she hug me tight and kiss my right cheek. “ yuck! You just smudged your lipstick on me, come on!” we laughed and went out of the airport, I was wiping my cheek when Jinnie asked a lot of things about my 5 year vacation in the U.S, well, it’s not just a vacation, I barely lived there during my college years and never came back to Korea.. I did not answer her question and just continue to walked until we reach her car, the both of us are silent the trip to my house, it’s not easy to talk about what happened years ago, it’s too hard to recall my memories that I’ve kept hidden inside my brain just to survive. “Jinnie-ya..can we please not talk about the past? I’m still not ready okay? Please..for me?” you gaze at her direction at holds her other hand and squeeze it. She heaved a sigh and squeeze back my hand. “ Okay.. you know.. after all these years without contact from us and your friends, one of these days you’ll find out about something and you have to be prepare for it”. I was confused about what she’s talking about and just shrugged it off. “ Wait.. is mom setting up a man for me to marry?, if that what it is.. then drop me off right now” I giggled but Jinnie is damn serious right now. “I hope so tho, but unfortunately that not it. I want you to stay strong, okay? She smiled and opened the radio. I panicked at her sudden action “Turn it off!” I screamed at her and she immediately turned off the radio. Jinnie apologized and stopped the car, Jinnie tries to calmed me down by caressing my back, took a deep breath and fix my hair and make up,I don’t want to let my mom see me like this, still a mess after all these years away from home. I face Jinnie and smiled, “I’m fine, Jinnie .. I’m sorry for startling you, I know all for you are worried about me and I’m sorry for everything, I hope you understand what I’ve through. Jinnie hugged me tightly and smiled and gave me an understanding nod. I'm meeting my family at the province with takes three hours of driving, I went by so familiar places and I feel that my heart’s going to burts with all these happy and sad memories with him.

8 years ago when I met Young hoon, everybody calls him brian. We went to the same high school and I was a transferee, he was the class president and he was assigned to help me everything to adjust to the new school, he took me a tour around the whole campus and introduced to different clubs, he was very helpful and nice, obviously the whole class loves him. I was bullied once when I was on my way to home on my first day of class, the kids who seemed to be rebels are ganging up on me , they took my wallet and ripped my school bag thinking they’ll find anything worth to steal, I was frozen walking the whole time and a girl from my class pat me at my back “ Hey, is this yours?” she turned over my lost items including my money, the only thing I did was hugged her and cry. She laughs and hold both of my shoulder, “It’s okay! I already took care of those bitches, they wont bother you anymore” I nod still crying. “Stop crying will you!” she offered her hand and introduced herself, “ I’m Hana, and you must be Soo hyun right?” confused, i looked up at her cause she’s quite tall “how did you know me?” I asked, “ Girl, we’re on the same class!” she replied, “ Oh, I did’nt notice you” doubting that she’s lying. “Brian gave you a tour around the campus?” she asked as we start walking outside the skirts where the bitches brought me, I didn’t even know this place, i felt my cheeks hotness and touch them, I smiled at the thought of Brian, he’s tall, handsome and I’ll figure out the rest, I was smiling the entire time when Hana confronts me, “Yah! don’t tell me you like Brian too?” she stopped facing me crossed arms, what the hell? I’m having a rival here already?! I stare at her her blankly, “ So what? You like him too don’t you? I gave her a question look, “ Bitch no! Brian’s my first cousin so don’t worry, I smiled at her reply and continues to walked when I saw my parent’s car near our apartment. “oh my parent’s already here” I glanced at her and pointed our apartment, “ I lived there!” I smiled at her took her hand, “ I’ll introduced you to my parents sometime” she smiled and shake my hand, “okay sure, but to tell you honestly, Brian has alot of admirers so good luck my friend..” she laughs and I slapped her back. She fakes a pain and laugh again seeing my red face, “ that’s not it,! I don’t like him at all! “ we we’re laughing and my parents called me to go up now, I wave at them and says thanks to my new found friend.

We arrived at the the province and my whole family welcomes me outside the house. Mom walks towards me as I opened the car door and hugs me tightly, I didn’t know I was crying until she wipes my tears, “Thank you for coming back” mom whispers while crying, seeing my mom, dad and two other siblings in front of me wont let me stop crying , I missed them so much that it hurts, everything hurts. We went inside and talk about everything excluding him. The day went by so fast I forgot I'm jet-lagged, mom prepared me a tea to help me sleep. I just want to take a rest now, I hope I’ll dream of him again, that’s the only thing that keeps me reminding of his face, I wished every single day to see him even in my dreams only, I missed him so much I think I will never moved on.

I woke up and look at the time on my phone, it’s already 9 am and I’m so freaking hungry. I climb out of my bed and I noticed a wedding invitation card at my bedside table, I open it and sees the fancy gold emboss font “Kang Hana and Park Sungjin” wow, how did she even know I’m back.”They did really end up together huh,” you smiled and recall little memories with them. I did not open the entire invitation since I don’t have the guts to see them. I took a shower, letting the water run down my body and close the clog to let the water full up the bath tub, I closed my eyes and recall the memories with him, I have to be strong, it’s been 5 years and I just cant accept the fact that he’s gone, I tried dating during my college years but none of them worked out.

After a year of being friends with Brian I decide to make the first move, it’s our last year in high school and I don’t wanna missed the opportunity, I know there’s something going on between us, but we just keep it casual, we’ve spent a lot of time together, holding hands, bus trips while holding hands, eat at cafe’s holding hands, watch busking holding hands and more holding hands, that’s it. We we’re contented about us just like that. We exchange stories about everything at our school’s rooftop. We wants to be a singer someday, play with a band, he’s good at guitars, basses, he was already a trainee at a company so most of his time are just in school, us going out and training, he rarely sees his family since he have been living in the dorm with his soon to be members. It’s fun spending our youth just like that. When I got the courage to ask him out, he already plans something, he brought me to the roof top and picnic basket, he let me sit down and runs at the back of the corner of the roof top to get his guitar, I was so excited I cant stop smiling all the time, he tuned his guitar and smiles at me widely, that the best thing that I liked about him, his smile that can lit up a dark world. He started singing one of his original songs, I listened at him looked him in the face and mouth “ I like you”, he stopped singing and walk towards me giving me a peck on the lips, I squeel covering my whole flushed cheeks. We spent the whole afternoon talking about our future and to travel around the whole world, Brian loves travelling as much as I do, we planned to go to Busan, Daegu and Jeju Island after our graduation. It’s the last day of our graduation and made our first trip to Busan, I was so excited spending my time with him, we ate and ate, went to the beaches, visit historical site. That feeling can never be replace by anyone. We’ve visit a lot of libraries around Seoul preparing for our college exam, he used to say that he loves me everyday, but I cant let out those words because I was unsure if it’s already love I am feeling for him,” it’s okay if you still don’t love me, as long as you let me love you, I’m okay with that” he smiled and hold my hand. It’s been 6 months since we had a trip outside Seoul, I was busy at school while Brian is busy preparing for their debut, Brian is amazing at multitasking, he went to school while practicing his bass skills, he’s so amazing at managing his study hours, practices and me. He always had a time for me, I mean everything, we eat breakfast together since my dorm is also close to his. Even when I’m sick, he can still take care of me, and that’s when I realized that I have loved him all this time, unsure of the feeling .. I shook the bad thoughts away and said my first I love you on his birthday, He keep on jumping and took me by his arms, hugging tightly. He kissed me passionately and I feel my hot cheeks probably flaring at this new feeling, he pulls away and widely smiled at me, “ We should go now” he says holding my hand leading me down stairs and went outside, “ oh wait, my gift for you” I hand him the box containing a couple dream bracelet. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You greeted him again with a hug and attached the bracelet on his right wrist. “ Thank you, really,”he hugged me tightly, he love giving tight hugs, his a hugger.

After our final exam, we had planned going to Jeju Island, just for one day since it’s expensive going there. I had pack my bag and prep up myself and called Brian, “ Bri, where are you now” I asked, looking around to see if I miss anything. “I just arrived downstairs, you coming down now?” he replied. “yeah, see you downstairs” I locked up my door went went downstairs.

We arrived at Jeju Island , the both of us feeling excited, we started to wander around , asked some locals what to ride to go to our accommodation, we took the bus that travels for 30 minutes to our place, we’re both excited as we planned the whole trip for months, we listened to some music on his ipod when I notice the sky is getting darker, I was nervous when it started raining heavily, the bus driver went on slowly to avoid accidents. The traffic light went red and the bus stopped, I hold Brians hand and lean on his shoulder, he felt the tension and my hands are shaking, “ You okay? Are you cold?” he ask with a worry look. I just nod and he brings his arms around my shoulder to pull me closer. The traffic light went green and as the bus driver starts to drive, I heard a loud bang! And I black out..

chapter2

I woke up feeling my whole body aches, mom rushes to hold my hand and asked if I was okay. She was crying while calling the doctors. I didn't know what's happening, I only remember Brian and I was on the bus and I blacked out. Brian and I was involved in an accident , fortunately... I was okay ,nothing serious happened but Brian, he was comatose. I felt my whole world turns into darkness, i immediately went to Brians room and cried for hours.

Days gone by, weeks turns into months...

Brian still not awake, he's condition is not getting good and i blame myself for it. If it weren't for me.. He would've been laying for months in this awful room.

I was with him the entire time, i helped his family taking care of him, i rarely went to school and because of it. . . Im about to fail all my subjects due to absences .

I went to my school to inform that I will be taking a break and also informed Brian's school. I went back to the hospital and as I was about to enter Brian's room , I heard the doctor and Brian's parents talking about his condition.They decided to end Brian's life support.

My whole world shattered .

How can they do this to their own son? !

How can they take a life without taking chances!

This is not fair !

I burst into the room and beg for chances, to give Brian chance to live. I was crying while tugging his mom's coat,

" please don't do this ! I beg you ! Please .."

We we're both crying the whole time and she explained to me the consequences if we let Brian stay like that forever ..

" Soo-ya, we dont want Brian to suffer too, his condition is not getting good his body is so weak right now . I dont want my child to suffer like this .." I saw the sadness and sorrow in her eyes, the pain of watching his son getting weak.. I also can not stand watching Brian suffer, but I can not let Brian lose his life without even trying. I won't .

But the decision is not mine to make.

They're going to end his life the day after. I have to be with him on that last day , my heart aches to much there's no tears left to cry .

My heart is too numb.

D-Day

Brian's whole family is waiting for me at the hospital, while me .. Still at home, crying my heart out, " I thought there's no tears left" I mumbled.

I get up packed my clothes and documents and book the earliest ticket and went straight to the airport.

Brian's mom keep on calling me but I ignored and sent everyone a message that I'm boarding bound to America and never to contact me. I turned off my phone and cried myself to sleep.

I just lost the love of my life and im going to a unfamiliar place and tried my best to forget him.. But how can i? When I left my heart and soul in Seoul .

I finished taking a shower and went outside to grab some brunch, I found a cafe that serves American brunch sets and went inside . I keep on thinking the wedding invitation, I miss my best friend so much and she might hate me forever if I wont go to her wedding, I don't know what to do anymore .

Someone sat infront of me, I raised my head and saw Hana crossing her arms while glaring at me . Im so shock I almost spit my food, " Hana! " I get up and hug her . She hug me back and gave me a wide smile.

"I missed youu Soo-ya!!!! " we hugged tightly and sit down. " Soo! It's been years.." She said giving me a faint smile "I know.. It's been years and I missed you too, and I'm sorry Hana ..for everything"

"I understand you Soo, I know the pain that you went through but it's not worth it, you made yourself a mess, after all these years, no one knows where on America are you, you wont let us comfort you, you completely shut us down in your life.. And im telling you Soo, all those tears .. It's not worth it."

The pain that i've felt all those years.. I know, i did not help myself overcoming it. It was so overwhelming i kept myself busy working and studying, just to forget Brian .

But it did not help, because at the end of the day.. Brian is the only one who i think of. My love for Brian is irreplaceable. I blame myself everyday until my heart don't let any people inside it.

"It's not worth it Soo, it's the time for you to moved on and be happy, because it's not your fault okay?" I tried to remain calm for a few seconds, i wont let my tears be visible for this is the day that i have to let my old self go and open a new door and let people inside it. I take Hana's hand and squeeze it "Thank you Hana, i'll try my very best"

We went outside the cafe and walk towards the parking lot, she have to run some errands for her wedding tomorrow and bid goodbye as she went inside her car.

As I was going to the opposite direction, Hana's car stopped beside me she roll down her window. "Soo! I have to tell you something tomorrow, please come okay?! It's very important and you deserve to know it, please come okay?" She said and I answer her with a smile and nod and . She smiled back and drive away.

I gather my thoughts about everything, it's time for me to moved on and be happy again it's been years and there's too many people that i've pushed away. I shouldn't let myself be forever like this, it's time to say goodbye to Brian.

It's Hana's wedding day at 12pm and there's still a lot of time for me to visit Brian's grave. But.. I dont know where he was buried. I'll just ask Hana later after the wedding.

I arrive at the wedding hall and went to the bride's room. Hana was talking a picture with my high school friends and i feel so guilty losing contacts with them, Hana notices me as well as my H.S friends, their faces look shocked to see me and turns into an apologetic smile, I composed myself and greet them warmly, they hug me tightly and atleast i felt that they really miss me.

I turn my attention to Hana and praised her with compliments, the girls and we're catching up when the Host is announcing to start the wedding, we went out of the room and went to our table. As the wedding starts , I wander if im seeing familiar faces at the event and my eyes landed on Brian's mom, she was looking at me and give me a warm smile and a nod, i smile back and my heart skip a beat seeing her, it was so nerve wrecking... I always feel so attached at Brian's mother, during my stay at the hospital she also takes care of me when my mom is not around, we share stories about Brian and our trips and i felt her happiness as we talk about Brian.. I shrugged memories away. On the middle of the wedding the announcer says that there will be a surprise perfomance of a band called Day6, I looked at Hana and her face turned pale while she look at me, I'm confused at the sudden reaction and I looked at my friends , seeing their faces the same reaction as Hana while looking at me, suddenly i feel nervous and ask what is happening. They can not answer me and just keep silent when another stage appear and there i saw a familiar man with four more people each holding their instruments, the band starts singing when the man holding a bass put it down and went in the middle of the stage and hug Hana while singing, I stand up to see a clearer view and i froze .

No way this is happening, i was still frozen when the man singing averts his eyes on me, i recognized the same eyes, nose and lips, it's Brian. It's Brian! How is this possible? He's dead! Brian..is dead. My tears started to fall and notice Brian's reaction, he give me a small smile and finished singing. My kness are weak and i grip the table to lean on, my friends help me to sit down, and tries to calm me.

How can i calm when the man i grieve for years is alive?! I can not gather my thoughts my mind went blank as i was about to leave the venue .. Someone stop me by holding my arm, i face that person and my heart shatters to see him this close to me. I just let my self cry as he holds both my shoulder , the overwhelming feeling makes me unconscious and I blacked out. Again.

Chapter 3

I woke up hearing different voices , i open my eyes and saw Hana still in her wedding dress.

"GOD SOO! YOU'RE AWAKE! she hugs me tightly and cry.

It wasnt a dream..

Hana explained everything , They we're supposed to end Brian's suffering on the day that i left, but Brian's mom change her mind and give another chance for Brian to wake up, they keep on calling me to tell me the news but i already went abroad. After a month of intensive prayers a miracle happened and Brian woke up. Yet they still cant reach me. After months on theraphy, Brian decided to went after me on America but i never told them where i live even my family didn't know. Brian eventually became busy because of training and catching up homeworks for school, and tried to move on from me too. He debut in a band two years ago and became known globally, which ofcourse I did'nt know because I shut myself from the universe...

My mind went blank, all those pain and rejection and guilt , those feelings that ruined me..i cried and cried until i calmed down, Hana left me in the hotel room and went back to the venue. I lay down overthinking about Brian, how do i react when i see him again, that..if he still wants to see me ,but i want to see him badly my heart aches for him, he probably hate me for leaving him. I hate my self too. All these years of heart break, i feel so pathetic. I heard knocks on the door, i went down the bed and open the door...and Brian stands there, I took a step backwards as he went inside and lock the door. I can only hear our breathing standing face to face ,no one tries to speak.

We just stare at each other,when he took a step forward and holds my hand. The moment our skin touches all the memories with him came flashing back and all i can do is cry. He pulls me in a tight hug as i sob inside his arms. I keep on crying on his shirt as i feel the warm liquid on my head, i look up at him and saw him crying too. We cried in each others arms, we lay down the bed, he hugs me closer and stroke my hair still crying. No talking just tight hugs.

Chapter 4 Brian’s POV

After the accident i woke up in the hospital and never saw soo hyun again.. She went away unknowingly what happend to me , she thinks IM DEAD. We can not contact her phone, email we didnt even know her address in the states. She shut everyone down. Occationaly she sent letters to her family without the return address. That's the only communication that they have. She never came back.

I tried hard to finished my studies and training and finally i debuted with my band. I still cant forget her i think i will never forget her , she took my heart with her and i never dated anyone else , my friends even think im gay . Everything reminds me of her, my dream bracelet, the rooftop, the shirts she gave me on special occations, our favorite restaurant, she's everywhere. I cried so many sleepless nights thinking about her, i miss her so damn much . And eventually i set aside my feelings and focused on my work and studies ,and i graduate finally, i think of her every single day, so many what if's, she might be happy right now, she must've moved on . Thinking about her with another man makes my heart beats faster, i should be with her, she should be with me celebrating life. But she never came back.

It's Hana's wedding day, im not supposed to be at her wedding because of conflict of schedules but it was cancelled so i went and surprised her.

But i was the one whose surprise.

Soo hyun, the love of my life, is here.

We made eye contact, i can see her eyes full confusion, hurt, mixed emotions. I smile at her and she rushed to the door. I chase her calling her name and grab her arms, she froze standing looking at me and cry. As i was gonna hug her she collapsed.

I went to her room after Hana explained everything, she cried and cried as I hug her tightly . God i missed her so much i cried along with her, we didnt talk and i just let her cry her heart out. She fell asleep still sobbing. I watch her intently, i still cant believe it's her, i never thought she's coming back into my life again, she must've felt guilty about the accident she blamed herself all these years thinking that i was dead.

"I'm sorry you went all through that" I stroked her hair, planting small kisses, i hug her tightly and she open her eyes, looking at me without blinking ,intently fixed her gaze on me, i smile at her and touch her cheeks..

"It's not a dream right?" She kissed my hand

"No babe, i'm real and alive" I cupped her cheeks and trails small kisses on her face and gently kiss her lips.

"I think it's time for us to be happy, you should let go all the burdens, let's start a brand new chapter of our life,okay? I missed you babe, i missed you a lot" i kissed her again this time passionately to let her feel safe and that im here with her.

" I love you Bri, thank you for being alive"

" I love you more Soo, thank you for coming back"

#day6 fanfic #day6 young k #day6 younghyun #day6 fluff

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fishoutofwaterlikeabird · 6 years ago

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When The Popular Kids Don’t Talk To You (Anymore)

Coming back from adventures far away after significant time has passed feels a lot like school and trying to fit in with the popular kids.

Popular kids can be kind of mean but so can the non-popular kids.

Sometimes we have to do some kind of journey to make ourselves better (or at least try to get better). We as humans often go on journeys to find ourselves or inner peace or just to find some adventure or see something new or discover something spiritual related. Sometimes that’s down the road to the supermarket or the local watering hole or some kind of park, other times that can take us into different cities, towns, villages, timezones or even countries and continents.

But it can also take us back home to where we belonged all along and maybe never should have left.

We do things every day and sometimes they are popular and sometimes they surely aren’t. Life is popular we all live it, but how we live it matters more than what is popular.

My idea of doing a life that matters sure isn’t popular. I don’t care about money or status. I don’t care about being popular or famous. I don’t care about what the world wants or tells me i should do, act or be. I don’t care about new flash things or having heaps of cool things. I don’t care about new fashions or if what i wear or do fits in with the crowd. I also don’t care to fit inside a box to please someone or be who or what i am not. I can’t be anyone else, i wasn’t designed (or created) to be. I was designed/created to be me and all I can do is be me to the best of my ability as is the same for you in being yourself to the best of your ability. There is only one of each of us. We can’t be what we are not and we shouldn’t try (or care) to be either. And to be honest its hard (physically exhausting) to be me and i am barely able to do it, i cant imagine trying to be someone else or someone i am not or someone else wanting to be me.

When i think of a life that matters i think of very few things. Things like having people around me that i care about and that care about me and not just on the surface but down to the roots.

I think of having people in my life that make me feel worth it and special, people that make me feel like i can do anything to be the best me that i can be. People that also make me feel like continuing on and going forward and taking big steps in life. I think of having people around that build me up and encourage me and people that i can build up and encourage as well. I think of living in a place or a community that makes me feel like i can thrive and be myself doing things that make me feel like i matter and what i am doing matters.

I also think of these lyrics by Musician NF: “If you want love, you going to have to go through the pain, If you want love, you going to have to learn how to change, If you want trust, you going to have to give some away, If you want love, if you want love”

Being famous or popular isn’t all its cracked up to be anyway. Just ask them. Or if you cant do that, simply look at the many of famous humans that we watch and have made popular who have died from their own choices.

Im a bit of a sports person. One of the sports I like to watch (and play) is basketball.

The big name more talented guys (the more popular ones) often get paid large amounts. One thing that has been going around fairly recently in sports is mental health issues. One of the big named players DeMar DeRozan (plays on a team out of the state of Texas called the San Antonio Spurs) opened up about his struggles with mental health. He said people say to him, “What are you depressed about? You can buy anything you want.” His simple response was, “I wish everyone in the world was rich so they could realize that money isn’t everything.”

Truth is we all struggle with different things. Popular or not. You never know when you meet someone what is going on for them in their life or inside of themselves. We all have bad days and feel good and good days and feel bad or visa versa. Things we grow up in and around shape us. Things that happen to us shape us as well. But having good human people around you and doing things that make you happy and make you feel like you matter can change and reshape you.

One of the only things I fear is doing popular things and hurting those I care about (that and applying for a job..yikes) or forgetting the things that truly matter (like the people that I care about). I don’t care about much (or many pointless things) as you’ve read already but what i do care about i hold deeply (especially in regards to human people and those that have made an impact on my life, helped me succeed and grow and have cared for me especially when I was low and didn’t feel like myself). Things (possessions) break and become outdated, get stolen or lost, but people (even though the may break, grow, get lost, change or move away) are aways valuable (and never become outdated). I trust and care with very little limits or boundaries. And popular or not, hurt or not i would stand up against even the Hulk to defend someone I care about and fight for them no matter what.

I hated hanging out/around the popular kids. I never fit in but I also never felt like I fit in with the non popular kids either. I was picked on by popular and the not popular and rejected by both as well. When I was growing up and living in California I used to help at at a youth group and as well dabble in doing games (as a game director)

and lifeguarding (saver of lives at the pool and river) at a summer camp.

My favorite kids to hang out with were the ones that felt just like I felt, the outsiders (the lost and confused ones). Groups (or clicks) of people always form in functions where there are large handfuls of amounts of human people around. People question why would you not want to come to such things where you can swim all day and play games in the sun for a week straight? Well, feeling like an outsider can make anyone feel uncomfortable and awkward at even the best of events. I know all to well what that’s like. Sure I’ve been blessed to travel around to different places around the world, but mostly I’ve done it alone and with questions of fitting in. Which is really never that fun. I also don’t know many days or places where I have felt like I belong. I often feel like an outcast or outsider (or maybe even not from this planet), even amongst people I think are my friends and where I feel like I thrive as an extrovert around large groups of people.

I once had a friend that would often say, “the struggle is real.” She was a pretty decent adult and had great people around her but life wasn’t easy. I don’t think anyone has it easy and i think more often than not most have it harder than the next. We each have things (popular or not) that we are going though. I tried to find something to fill that struggle and it only made the struggle harder/worse. Flying on Jet Planes, jumping off of platforms to splash in water, traveling the countryside and swimming everyday was great, but it doesn’t fix everything or anything for that matter. The problem with struggling with yourself in your own skin and the pain and hurts that come with that is no matter where you go you take them with you. You can run but you can never get away from yourself. Momentary happiness only lasts for a moment and no moment lasts forever.

Finding long lasting happiness is hard, I think it is the same as trying to find gold at the end of a rainbow…nearly impossible (especially depending on your definition of gold). Being popular is probably also hard. But I think being anything is hard. Life is better when we do it surrounded by people that make things better (especially when there is laughter and smiles involved). Theres a quote that says, “Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. Be kind. Always.” and a variation of that same quote that says, “be nice to everyone you meet for you never know the battle they are facing inside.”

I don’t hate popular kids and i don’t hate non popular kids either (to be fair i don’t really know what the difference is). But neither of them could talk to me and I wouldn’t die over it. I don’t hate change or when things change and people move away and or on. I hate missing out i guess is more so how i feel recently. I hate that i couldn’t fix or find a fix to what was going on inside me (and still haven’t). I hate that those who helped me felt like they couldn’t do enough when they did more than they will ever know or understand. I hate that coming back feels like the first time i showed up.

Adventures can be great but not when they cost you things that (you had that) were greater.

Don’t be popular, be unpopular. Help out someone who is struggling (hug them).

Share your lunch with the nerdy kid (bring a smile to their face).

Give a ride to the weird kid cause they missed the bus or were forgotten (show them they aren’t forgotten).

Life is too short to let things come between those that matter and those we find special even if things have changed. Not everything popular is worth worrying (or caring) about. Sometimes it is actually more popular to care about and do what’s unpopular anyway.

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Secret War: Chapter 9

Link to chapter 1- http://ben-j-man.tumblr.com/post/180097372453/secret-war-chapter-1

I looked back up to Olinthre my eyes wide, and I could imagine my face being even paler than usual.

"Have you actually seen Taryst over the past few months?" I asked, "has he been even more recluse than normal."

"That's the thing," said Olinthre, "While he still never leaves his quarters he still talks openly to the investigation squads and me, his mannerisms are the same nothing has changed except for his decisions.

Clenching my teeth I shook my head, "you are aware, that while we are having this highly confidential conversation, this Karmen Kons could easily be listening in that Taryst could have feigned her disappearance to draw out anyone conspiring against him...Like us."

Olinthre shrugged, "I know, but I don't care, if she truly knew, something would have happened right after I talked to Vex earlier, for all I know she could be dead."

The corner of my mouth twitched in contempt, how typical of a soldier to think so simplistically.

Of course, Edracian had claimed earlier that this Karmen Kons had been injured by my colleagues during the Twilight bar incident, but it would be wise to take everything that deranged Inquisitor claims with a grain of salt.

I sighed and shrugged, placing the paper on a nearby cogitator, "for all our sakes I hope you're right, frig it."

I could easily see where this was leading. With this development perhaps I could "encourage" good Olinthre to go up to "Taryst's" condo and confront the rogue trader, the major taking me with him of course. From there I could get access to this mysterious door.

Finally, for the first time in a long time, it seemed luck was on my side for a change.

At least I hoped it was luck, this seemed to smack of something that Glaitis had cooked up behind the scenes, and perhaps she knew of my kidnapping and deal with Edracian, but she hadn't tried to stop me yet.

"So," I said, attempting to push the conversation where I wanted it to go, "what are we going to do now?"

Olinthre's square jaw set in determination, "we're going up there, and we're going to ask Taryst what the hell is going on."

I barely held back a smile; everything was all according to plan, yess.

"What, now?" asked Vex perplexed, "b-but don't we need a plan first?"

"You don't need to worry Vex," said Olinthre, "because you are staying right here, I can't have your death on my conscience if anything should happen."

"And make no mistake, something, will happen," I said with complete certainty.

Olinthre gave me a sidelong glare, a look which seemed to show his complete disbelief that someone so young could be so cynical.

He can think it's cynicism; I prefer to call it pragmatism.

Vex shook his head a slight smile on his face, "no I didn't expect that you would want me to come with you, I would very much get in the way."

"In fact," said Olinthre his attention still on me, "I am leaving my men here to protect you Vex."

My eyes widened in disbelief as did Vex's and the two so far silent Stormtroopers glanced at one another.

"But-!"

"No Attelus," interrupted Olinthre then he turned to the Stormtroopers, "Aithyre, Geron, Daveth, Rayle they have been good soldiers, no great soldiers I will not put their lives on the line for this crap, I won't, I just won't."

I opened my mouth to argue to say that if we went up there and if anything happened that Taryst would surely find out about their involvement and kill them anyway, that it was idiotic that we could use all the help we could get.

But I could tell that to argue was pointless Olinthre had that determined look again he would brook no argument.

Olinthre turned to me, "sorry Attelus it's just you and me I'm afraid."

My jaw clenched, "let's get this over and damn well done with then," I growled.

The major smiled down at me, "lets," and he began to walk to the door, but I stood still my attention to the floor, shoulders hunched and shaking as I started to work up the courage.

"Attelus?" Olinthre asked.

"I'm sorry!" I finally blurted out, "I'm sorry about what I did Vex, I had no right, I was a jerk and a complete frig head I'm sorry, I truly am."

Vex didn't reply for a while, I was already sweating the small space profusely with so many Cogitators stuffed in it made the place as hot as a furnace, but I was somehow sweating even worse now, my body glove's internal heat dampeners didn't seem to help at all.

"You were a jerk," agreed the young hacker and I let out a long sigh of relief, not realising that I had held my breath the whole time, "and no I don't forgive you."

My attention snapped straight to Vex, as much as it sucked to hear those words I knew that he had every right not to.

"I-I understand," I stammered and turned to leave.

"But!" exclaimed Vex causing me to stop in my tracks, "but I will forgive you on one condition."

I could not help sigh in relief and turn back to the hacker, "name it."

"Only if you let me punch you in the face as hard as I can."

My eyes widened, that was it? That was all? It was then I was reminded how young Vex was. Only someone of such youth would think that was enough retribution for such treatment.

I almost felt guilty, while I knew that a thin person could be just as powerful and robust fighter as much as someone twice their size, Vex was not at all trained, and I have been punched in the face many times in my life, I could not help suspect that Vex's would barely even hurt at all.

Swallowing I said, "h-how about three punches to the face Vex perhaps that would suffice more?"

Vex grinned, and I knew that grin well, it was one which I had also worn on many occasions it was when someone knew that they were being underestimated, "nope I think one'll do."

I frowned and nodded, scratching the back of my head "hmm, okay, fire away but do you mind if I close my eyes?"

Vex's grin widened, "why, are you scared?"

My reply was a brief nod, hell yes I was scared. Scared that if my were eyes open when Vex tried to punch, my self-defence instincts would take over and the poor kid would end up with a broken arm, or worse

Vex shrugged, "sure I don't see why not."

Closing my eyes I lent forward, giving Vex a clear shot. Then the punch came, with no fanfare or ceremony and he hit me right in my cheekbone with surprising strength. Sharp pain abruptly flared through my face, and I was sent sprawling to the floor so fast that I was barely able to stop myself from smashing my nose into the hard rockcrete.

He somehow had hit me harder than Edracian's mook did earlier.

Still, on the floor I turned back to Vex, my eyes wide with shock and clutching my face, that was going to leave one hell of a bruise.

But it indeed was the least I deserved.

Vex was smirking triumphantly down at me as one of Olinthre's men approached and abruptly pulled me back to my feet. Woozy I clung to the Stormtrooper.

Was I woozy? Woozy! How the hell could this kid hit so damned hard!

Vex grinned, "apology accepted Attelus Kaltos,"

I nodded still holding my face, "th-thanks."

"I bet you are wondering why it hurt so much, right?"

Yes, I thought but said nothing.

"Garrakson had taught me how to punch while you were in a coma," said Vex, "that was nice of him, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, real nice of him," I said sarcastically.

Both Olinthre and I exited Vex's office, only pausing briefly for the Major to order the Stormtroopers to stay put and tell some other, supposedly inspiring hold the line crap.

We walked on through the cavern of cogitators, me sulking silently while still holding my cheek and Olinthre studying Vex's print out intently.

As we entered the corridors and out of the deafening crashes of the serfs Olinthre said to me absently; "you really shouldn't keep touching your face like that Attelus, it won't help you at all."

My sidelong glare was the only reply which Olinthre got.

The major smiled, seemingly quite enjoying my suffering.

"Fine be that way, but I have to warn you Attelus if you were in the Imperial Guard and acted that way-"

"What would happen?"

Olinthre grinned, "well you would just have to sign up to find out wouldn't you?"

The corner of my mouth twitched then I turned my attention back forward.

"So Attelus how long have you worked as an Assassin for?" asked Olinthre out of the blue.

"Why?" I growled, quickly realising that this sounded allot like small talk.

"Why? Because I'm just interested that's all."

I Looked at him, trying to detect a reason behind this but came up with nil that was what it exactly seemed to be, small talk.

With a shrug I answered, "just made seven years now, how long have you worked for Taryst?"

Olinthre frowned he was still studying that sheet, "around ten years, hmmm."

"What is it?"

Olinthre suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked straight at me, "frig," he said, "that is one hell of a bruise you've got there Attelus."

I raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Yeah, man, the kid got you good, yeah. It's all big and blue; we better see medicae Feuilt."

That was an act that much was blatant but why would he want to see Feuilt? And if we did this, it would just use up even more of my precious time.

I sighed, "yeah okay, maybe he'll bandage it or something."

The major smiled and we moved on.

"So what is your home planet?" asked Olinthre after a few moments of silence.

My brow furrowed, wondering where the hell this line of questioning was going, it was strange I don't think that anyone has ever actually asked where I came from before.

"E-Elbyra," I answered hesitantly, thinking that maybe I should not be giving out this information so freely.

Olinthre's eyes widened, "Ah! Elbyra! The small Agri world I know it actually."

My eyebrows raised in surprise, "really, have you been there?"

The major shook his head, "no, no actually I should re-phrase, I know of Elbyra, the way I found about the planet was because I once served alongside the Velrosian first regiment during my time in the guard."

I nodded, Elbyra was only recently taken in by the Imperium it would be just over three hundred years ago, as I could recall from school. We Elbyrans attempted to resist at first, in particular, the country of Maranger who have always been warlike but we were still a little primitive we where indeed a feudal world then and so it didn't take long before we where under the fold. It wasn't until twenty years ago that the entirety of Elbyra raised their first regiments of Imperial Guard, one drawn from each country on the large continent; Velrosia, Maranger, Galak Heim, Despasia, Terluin, Haellestein and Amarin.

"It was in my last year in the guard," said on Olinthre, "my regiment was fighting Orks on the planet Belfost, and the Velrosians were sent in to help us, the famous "first amongst equals" at first we all scoffed at the arrogance of the title but quickly I saw it was justified. They were good, one of the best regiments I have ever worked with actually, well disciplined, reliable and their general he was a hard bastard. Tathe was his name, and he had a son working inside the regiment as a commissar. His father forced him into the schola progenium when he was young, Delan Tathe he was an arrogant little punk, but very skilled with a blade, you remind me of him actually."

My jaw set slightly, "thanks," I said, it was kind of funny at how such a large galaxy could feel so small at times.

I smiled and said, "The Velrosian 1st have made a name for themselves over the last twenty years, my country seems to breed natural warriors. Around thousand years ago Olinthre, Velrosia fought the far larger and numerically advantageous invading Maranger to a standstill, a war which lasted over four decades before Velrosia was finally overwhelmed. But it was barely after a year of occupation when the Velrosian rebels led by the young and now legendary prince, Royd Antares they ousted Maranger and Royd slaying the corrupt Maranger king Voltarin in single combat."

"Although that great act of heroism would lead to events that no one could ever have foreseen. The legend of King Royd of Velrosia was a sad tale which ended in utter tragedy, but that still doesn't stop all Velrosian children wanting to be him growing up, myself included, of course, my love for sword mastery and hand to hand combat was in part, because of that legend."

And my father made me learn of course.

The corner of my mouth twitched slightly, wondering why I had just suddenly said all that information. It has been a long time since I talked about my homeworld.

Olinthre smiled and nodded as we walked out of the corridors and into the elevator lobby.

"And where are you from major?" I asked.

"Cadia," answered Olinthre simply.

My eyebrows raised in surprise, I knew of Cadia of course, the mighty fortress world which guards the only navigational route too and from the Eye of Terror. The Cadian Imperial Guard regiments were amongst the most well known and lauded in the whole of the Imperium so that Olinthre would know of and praise the Velrosian 1st so highly was indeed something to be proud of.

That's if the major was telling the truth of course.

Olinthre pushed the elevator call button and turned back to me.

"I served in the 266th regiment for a good ten years with Garrakson under my command as a sergeant."

That surprised me also; I had no idea that both Garrakson and Olinthre were from the same planet, let alone the very same regiment.

Olinthre shook his head, "that was the best decade of my life, don't get me wrong we all went through hell that's for sure but the brotherhood we shared, the friendships we developed Attelus war is a terrible, terrible thing but nothing else could ever bind comrades together so well."

"There is only war," I could not help intone under my breath.

Olinthre sighed sadly, "yes I can't disagree with you on that."

"It was hard to see your comrades slowly whittle away Attelus, to die off, sometimes one by one, sometimes even by the dozens. You must have an idea by now; your squad was much larger when you first started fighting in this complete and utter farce."

The major's face suddenly contorted in horrible rage while his eyes watered with barely contained tears, "but to have your entire regiment, the friends! The comrades who you have fought side by side for years on countless battlefields! To have them all slaughtered right in front of your eyes like they were cattle, you can't imagine what that is like!"

His sudden outburst made me flinch in fright, and I could only stand around like an idiot, not knowing what to say.

Olinthre sighed again, "I-I'm sorry for that Attelus, I didn't mean to-"

Olinthre was interrupted by the arrival of the elevator, and we slipped inside.

We went up a few floors before Olinthre finally said, "Taryst saved us from that hell hole Attelus, he saved Garrakson and me from being slaughtered just like the rest of our regiment and for that I truly respect him, and for that, I owe him everything. I was always prepared to die for the Emperor but not in that way, but not that way."

"And for that, I will always be ashamed; I am a coward Attelus I should have died in duty along with my comrades but yet here I am. Working as a soulless mercenary for an ugly and backstabbing corporation that really shouldn't exist, but now it's time to face up as you did with Vex, it's time to finally, truly face up to my mistakes."

I nodded, and that was all I was capable of.

I winced as Feuilt dabbed my sore cheek with a wet piece of cotton.

"Yeeep," he said, "young man you are going to have one frig of a bruise."

My jaw twitched, and I glared accusingly at the grinning Olinthre, really is that why we came up here so that Feuilt could state something, I already knew?

"Actually," said on the medicae, "you are lucky that you didn't break your zygomatic bone, that was one hell of a punch."

"Well, the person who threw it has been practising at the art non-stop over the last month," I growled and flinched again as more pain coursed through my face.

Feuilt's eyes widened, "what just so they could do this to you? What did you do to warrant such retribution?"

I frowned and furrowed my brow, bemused at the medicae's apparent ignorance.

"Well I guess it doesn't matter," sighed Feuilt, "just be careful, two injuries so quickly one after the other, just try, be, a, little, bit, less, clumsy next time."

He dabbed between each pause, and I could not help bristle slightly at being called clumsy, I wasn't clumsy, I was never clumsy.

"Alright," said the medicae as he got up and turned to a nearby draw pulling out a bandage, pulled off the adhesive tape then planted onto my face.

"Just wear that for the next few days," he said, "it will keep down the swelling and help prevent the bruising, I'll give you a few more if this one ever falls off."

"Thanks, doc," I said, sounding more grudging than intended.

Feuilt shrugged, "yes young man, just make sure you don't come back for any time soon, okay?"

I nodded and briefly played with the idea to tell Feuilt of the poison injected into my system but quickly declined the notion, Edracian could be watching me even now, and I didn't know what kind of poison it was. There were a few kinds that I could name off the top of my that would kill a man in a few hours, but here I was dealing with an assassin from the Venenum temple and their knowledge of poisons was unrivalled throughout the Imperium, it was very likely that Feuilt would have no clue what it was at all.

Feuilt nodded back then turned to Olinthre, "so major now will you tell me why you are here as well?"

Olinthre was leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest and he pushed himself off.

"Yes I will Feuilt, something has come to my interest recently," Olinthre said, and he held up the print off of the retinal scans to the medicae.

My eyes widened, what was he doing? Why was he telling this to Feuilt?

Feuilt's brow furrowed in bemusement, "where are you getting at major?"

"This, my friend," said Olinthre, "is a print off from the records of people who have used their retinal ID to access Taryst's condo over the past month."

The medicae frowned deeply, still confused he slipped on a pair of spectacles and took the sheet, studying it intently.

"Yes it is," agreed Feuilt, "but what does this have to do with me?"

My eyes widened as it suddenly hit me, "because you've been going up there to treat Taryst's injured psyker!" I blurted out without thinking.

Both Feuilt's and Olinthre's attention snapped at me; their expressions were both amazed and confused.

"H-how did you know that?" stammered Feuilt.

I winced, internally cursing my idiocy then my face went bright red, and I scratched the back of my head, "uhm a lucky guess, I guess."

It was a terrible lie, I know.

But I barely held back a sigh of relief as Olinthre returned his suspicious gaze to the bemused medicae, "so you admit it then? As the records show, you have been visiting Taryst far more than normal over the last month."

It was Feuilt's turn to sigh, "yes, yes I do admit to it Olinthre as you know I go up once a week to give Taryst his weekly juvenant treatment, but..."

"But this time was different?" I asked and immediately regretted it as Olinthre's attention briefly snapped straight at me again, damn it! Why the hell did I always feel so inclined to finish people's sentences!

"But...Yes this was different, young man, Taryst took me through that large door in his quarters, in there he is keeping an extremely injured psyker, a woman by the name of Karmen Kons, he told me to treat her and to keep it a secret."

Olinthre looked at the medicae with extreme incredulity and said, "but! But! How! Not even I'm allowed through that frigging door and why wasn't I told what had happened to her!"

Feuilt raised his hands in a protective motion as it seemed for a second there that Olinthre would strike the medicae. "You must understand major, I was not informed of such information, but it does not end there."

"And what the hell does 'It does not end there,' mean?" yelled Olinthre.

The medicae didn't flinch facing down the angry ex-guardsman with admiral courage. "When I was first taken to her, she was unconscious due to head trauma, but I was ordered to keep her in a coma via a drug named Diporisan which needed to be injected every two days, that is why my retinal scan is logged in at every second day."

"I don't understand," I said interrupting anything that Olinthre was to say, "why didn't you give Taryst some syringes so he could do it himself?"

But what I was really thinking was why Taryst would want to keep his little psyker in a coma, and the reason why I asked such a small question was that I wanted to take Olinthre's thoughts away from it.

Perhaps the psyker had found something? Or did something wrong during the raid on the Twilight bar?

Feuilt shrugged, "I don't know, but I am guessing that he suspected no one but himself would be able to see the records so my visitations would not arouse suspicion."

That made my eyes widen, if this was such a secret then how did Edracian's spy find out? The spy who seemingly worked for Glaitis or was there someone else in Taryst's organisation?

"Well they have now," growled Olinthre.

Feuilt turned back to Olinthre, "so I am curious, how is it then you got your hands on those records major?"

"That is none of your business, medicae."

"Alright then," sighed Feuilt, "I don't know how you got your hands on that information but I can still tell Taryst that you have it, so do not intend to get angry at me again Olinthre!"

A wolfish, predatory grin spread across Olinthre's face, "well it doesn't matter if you do, medicae as the three of us are about to say a little hello to the good rogue trader right now, isn't that right Attelus?"

"Yes, that's right," I agreed and I paused as I realised, "wait, what do you mean 'us three'?" I asked.

"Because Attelus Kaltos, because good medicae Feuilt here will be accompanying us, isn't that right Feuilt?"

Feuilt's face grimaced in utter rage, but it was quickly gone, turning into a look of defeat, "yes, yes I will be accompanying you major."

Olinthre grinned that grin again, "good!" he said brightly, "let's go then, shall we?"

We silently rode the elevator up to Taryst's penthouse me standing with both Olinthre and Feuilt on my flanks.

Earlier on our walk from the medicae, I asked Feuilt with as much casual interest I could feign. If he had seen anything behind that door, anything of any importance, but the only answer I got was that the door actually led to an elevator that went down into an underground bunker that he hadn't been shown much of the shelter at all.

Perhaps he was lying, but I didn't want to push the medicae for more information with Olinthre around, the ex-guardsman's suspicion of me was high enough as it was already.

With the thought of the ex-guardsman, I could not help but steal a sidelong glance at Olinthre, my jaw twitching slightly.

Perhaps I should've pointed out the pure hypocrisy of Olinthre making poor Feuilt come with us, Feuilt who in all essence which had done nothing wrong he was just following orders.

But me being the complete coward I am my mouth kept shut not wishing to force any confrontation with Olinthre, I needed to stay on his right side him being my only real ally in this idiotic endeavour.

Well, how "true" Olinthre was as an ally has yet to be elaborated on I would be keeping an eye on the major after his tirade with poor Feuilt I was beginning to wonder about his mental health.

I then looked sidelong to the medicae who stood as emotionless as he was motionless, he hadn't complained at all about the dangerous position he was in, but as I had said earlier life was unfair and I couldn't help but respect the medicae for his apparent stoicism.

I sighed slightly and reached into the pocket of my flak jacket for a smoke while tapping the tip of my shoe against the floor, very much unlike the good medicae my nerves where really getting to me the entire ride I fidgeted in one way or another while wholly ignoring the annoyed looks from the Major and medicae.

The attempt at retrieving my Lhos was far harder than it should've been my shaking fingers fumbling to find the little ceramic case which caused me to curse a couple of times under my breath.

Finally, I managed to tug out the case and opened it with a flick of a thumb then began to search for my lighter.

"You aren't going to smoke that are you?" growled suddenly Olinthre at my back which made me flinch in fright.

"And I hope that you are aware of the dangers to your health of smoking Lho," said Feuilt, "or of the potential effects for both Olinthre and myself when you smoke in such close proximity to us in here-."

"Yeah, yeah," I interrupted while hurriedly slipping my away my Lho's, really not wanting to hear much more of the medicae's tirade.

"Are you a bit nervous Attelus?" asked Feuilt.

"Yeah just a little," I said, "we are about to confront the leader of huge multi-planet business franchise who has a huge army at his beckon call and may or may not already want us dead and may or may not has lost his mind, so I am a little bit nervous, yes."

Feuilt smiled, "I understand we all have our ways of dealing with our anxiety Attelus, you I see, deal by fidgeting and by displaying extreme sarcasm which is not uncommon for others your age and the smoking of lho of course."

I sighed again, "so are we a psychologist now as well?"

Feuilt smiled wider, "why I've dabbled although I doubt it would take a genius to figure that out."

"Of course you have," I said, "and what is your way of dealing with anxiety medicae?"

"My faith," he answered without hesitation.

My jaw set at the medicae's response, first frigging Olinthre now Feuilt both being idiotic believers in "faith", a smile spread across my face, and I looked up at the cameras looming over us and said;

"Whatever happens, happens."

Before either Olinthre or Feuilt could respond the elevator had stopped its ascent and again the automated voice announced in its atypical monotone "300th story; Master Taryst's living quarters restricted access retinal scan required."

Wordlessly Olinthre unslung his las gun approached the retinal scanner and placed his face into the machine while I still watched the cameras with great interest wondering whether Taryst was watching us ascend to usurp him.

I drew my auto pistol from my chest holster, racked the slide and turned to Feuilt, "stay behind us Feuilt."

The medicae's exterior of apathy was gone, his nod of reply very nervous.

"Employee 106; identified as Toron Olinthre," said the computer, "Access granted."

We all quickly stepped into the sides of the elevator in case of any immediate retaliatory gunfire from Taryst's bodyguards.

But there was nothing.

I glanced questionably at Olinthre who with a similar quizzical look nodded back and together with guns raised we slipped out of the elevator and into the corridor beyond.

What we saw as we stepped into that red, overly pretentious hallway made my jaw drop and Olinthre bark out in disbelief.

She stood at the end, kneeling over the corpses of both Taryst's bodyguards seemingly studying them intently.

"You!" roared the ex-guardsman, "how in the Emperor's name did you get up here?"

Elandria was suddenly on her feet, and she eyed each of us blankly, "I was allowed," she answered.

Both Olinthre and I had here wholly covered, but I could not help but feel a little unnerved, what was she doing here? Was this Glaitis making her move?

"Did you kill those men?" demanded Olinthre his tone betraying his nervousness.

Slowly, Elandria looked over her shoulder at the two dead men behind her as though only just realising they were there, "no," she answered, "they were both already dead when I arrived."

Scarily without a shadow of a doubt, I knew she was telling the truth, and that made me all the more nervous.

Suddenly, seeming from nowhere Elandria grinned her evil grin and her attention snapped straight to me.

"This is it Attelus Kaltos," she said.

"This is it for what El?" I asked.

"Finally we will see who is truly the better of us," Elandria said as she slowly almost theatrically drew Setsukia and Katrina.

I kept my pistol firmly trained on her, "I don't want to fight you Elandria."

"Oh but you do," she laughed darkly, "you are just as interested as I am in seeing who is the superior one, I know it."

"Glaitis has ordered you to kill me hasn't she?" I asked.

"That is mamzel Glaitis Attelus Kaltos, and yes the master did order your death so I will not be holding back."

"Well I wouldn't have it any other way," I said and opened fire.

Almost faster than the eye could follow she dodged the bullet swaying sidewards and her somersault carried her lithe body out of the trajectory of both my next shots.

Olinthre had no time to react before she had crossed the distance between us and me in vain emptied my pistol at her acrobatic form.

She flew at me in a horrifically powerful butterfly kick which would have taken my head off if I hadn't managed just to duck underneath.

My sword was suddenly drawn I slashed horizontally, attempting to catch the young woman in mid-flight but she dodged; twisting out of harm's way with almost impossible grace.

She landed perfectly and followed on by pirouetting into a powerful hook kick which forced me into a back step, her heel barely missing my nose.

Elandria kept up her offence; thrusting forward Katrina at my guts, a thrust which I abruptly sidestepped and countered with a horizontal slash, an attack that she cartwheeled just out of range from but her dodge was also an attack as she attempted to shatter my jaw with her feet.

I swayed away and slid into a vertical slash which would have sliced her skull cleanly in two if she hadn't parried with Setsukia then countered by cutting with Katrina.

My dodge was a desperate leap back while simultaneously ejecting a knife from my sleeve and throwing it straight at her face at point blank range.

Elandria knocked my projectile out of mid-air with almost contemptuous ease and lunged forward, quickly making the distance while spinning into a vertical blow which was far too powerful for me to parry, so I instead sidestepped, sliding nimbly around her while cutting at her back.

Elandria leaned low, just under the blow and swept her leg out in an attempt to take my feet out from underneath me but I danced over the kick and stomped down at her.

She rolled out the way, across the carpet and into a feline-like crouch, her dead, drugged up eyes looking up at me under a furrowed brow.

"It looks as though your time in bed hasn't affected your speed, " she growled, getting back to her full height.

I grinned through my gasps that little skirmish would have lasted less than a second or two, but already it had worn me down a bit.

"Well that's me," I said, "the Autarch Speedyrificus."

Elandria raised an eyebrow, "what?"

"Nothing!" I replied quickly, wondering what the hell I had said as well.

Then without hesitation, Elandria was lunging at me again.

I slipped from the path of the slicing Katrina then weaved underneath the stabbing Setsukia.

My counter was a quick short slash, slashing up toward her ribs She spun sidewards out of the path of my attack. It was yet another fanciful dodge, but over the past six months, I'd like to think that I learnt a lot about Elandria's fighting style. I knew that her spins, her flips, her cartwheels and such were usually far to fast for me to take advantage of the openings they create and I knew they weren't just for show either. She used them to build momentum which added much more power to her strikes; it was a deadly mix of speed and power that made her such an exceedingly deadly enemy.

Elandria spun into a stroke with Setsukia, the blurring blade arcing in a decapitating cut that I kept clear of by backstepping. Against an offensive dual wielder with her speed I wasn't ready to risk a parry I didn't want to open myself to one of her next blows or even be potentially disarmed.

She flowed into a high front kick that I sidestepped; I would have loved to slice my sword straight into her leg then but again she proved to be far too quick.

Clenching my teeth I stepped into the offence, slashing out horizontally with my sword an attack which Elandria parried with Katrina and she flowed with the blow, turning her hips and augmenting my attack in an attempt push me off balance to impale myself on the tip of Setsukia.

I would have been surprised if not running on instinct, it was the type of defence I used, and so the appropriate counter had been drilled into me over and over again by my father a long time ago.

In the blink of an eye, I pulled my blade back reposting into a blindly fast overhead vertical slash that Elandria barely blocked with both her swords. A smile spread across my face at seeing the surprised look on her beautiful features; then I kicked out with my boot knife straight at her knee.

In hindsight it was foolish of me to think that she wouldn't have anticipated the attack, I had gained much knowledge of her style and so should she of me. I found that out the hard way as she suddenly slipped sideways pulling her blades from the block and just managing to dodge my crippling kick. Luckily my skill had prevented me from putting to much pressure on my sword otherwise I would have been overbalanced and open to her counter cut so with a desperate defence I knocked aside Katrina a mere millimetre before the short sword sliced through my guts.

Elandria's second attack was a thrust, the tip of Setsukia moving so fast straight at my face that the sword seemed to phase into reality and I leaned away. My dodge was quick enough to keep Setsukia from impaling my skull but not fast enough to prevent it from opening an ugly, gigantic gash across my cheek and tear off Feuilt's bandage.

Crying out as the horrific pain spread I leapt back, away from any follow on that Elandria could muster then fell into a defensive stance.

Elandria stood, her swords held limply at her sides grinning at me with that sinister grin of hers.

"You are slowing down," she stated.

I could barely respond with the lull in the combat my fatigue was back at full force, my heart was thudding through my chest at a mile a minute, and I couldn't stop gasping for breath if only I were at full strength if only I could breathe properly.

Elandria shrugged, "well you are weakened, but even at your best Attelus Kaltos I am sure that I would win."

"Dream, on," I managed and glanced briefly over my shoulder to check on Feuilt and Olinthre, who both stood frozen still with expressions of utter awe.

"I don't want to fight you Elandria," I said, turning back to her.

"Really, why did you try to shoot me then?"

My jaw twitched slightly, so I don't have to waste my frigging time fighting you, and I was aiming at your leg. Also, I thought but said nothing finding it hard to imagine of a convincing lie.

"So tell me El," I said in an attempt to change the subject, "did I save all those people at the Twilight bar?"

"Not this again," she growled.

My jaw set as sudden anger welled at the pit of my guts, "yes this again," I growled, "did I or didn't I? Now spit it out before I kill you."

Her face turned grim, "I am not telling you so if you by some miracle actually kill me you will miss out on it."

"There are no miracles, there is only men," I said, suddenly recalling the quote although could not quite remember from where it came.

She grinned again, "well if that is true then you are positively screwed."

I grinned back, "then I am positively screwed I guess, but really, I don't mind that it would be you who screwed me."

Elandria's face immediately turned a stark red, evident in contrast to her deathly pale skin.

I stepped forward looking her straight in the eyes, her drugged dead but somehow still beautiful brown eyes, "I-I don't want to fight you Elandria."

"Why?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to fight you!" I yelled.

"Why don't you want to fight me?"

"Because I don't want to kill you!"

"Why don't you want to kill me?"

My reply caught in my throat why was she pushing this? Damn it! I turned my attention to the floor unable to keep eye contact with her any more.

"B-because I don't want you to die, Elandria."

"Why Attelus don't you want me to die then?" she said softly.

I glanced at her. Why, because you are so damn beautiful, it hurts every time I look at you?

"Just because!" I snapped.

It was pathetic! But I couldn't, I just couldn't talk properly; my heart leapt like it wanted to burst out of my chest, my throat had a massive lump in it, it was hard so, so hard.

It was strange going from one second fighting her, to this, me struggling to confess, well I had no real idea what I wanted to admit exactly.

She tilted her head slightly her pale face a mask of utter bemusement.

"Why Attelus, why?"

"Because Elandria," I sighed, "I don't want you to die, it's because I know what you have been through."

I paused trying to swallow back the lump in my throat, "and I know that you never had any choice in the matter, any choice to be what you wanted to be, to do what you wanted to do. That-that any real choice in your life was stolen from you when you were so young a-and you didn't deserve that Elandria, no one does, I-I want you to live so you could one day have your own life to escape this crap, too, too."

My left hand clenched into a tight ball while the right gripped my sword's hilt all the harder, "and that may be in your new life that I'd be able to be part of it, that I'd like to be by your side to help you through I-I."

I dropped my sword and kicked it away.

"W-what are you doing?" she demanded, her voice now high pitched almost scared, her expression of grim determination disappearing entirely into one of extreme uncertainty.

"Giving you a choice Elandria," I answered, feeling tears welling in my eyes, "you can kill me or let me pass, but either way I know now that you truly aren't the monster that you claim to be, your uncertainty now is proof of that."

Elandria was shacking in utter terror now, and I could even see tears in her own eyes she had utterly no clue what to do, "Attelus..."

I closed my eyes, "just make the choice Elandria; I won't fight it either way."

"What the hell are you doing!" I heard Olinthre roar, "don't just give up you idiot!"

I ignored him and despite my eyes being closed the tears now flowed freely.

"I-I," stammered Elandria, "I don't understand, I-I just don't, why can't, why can't I do it? Why can't I kill you?"

Then I heard a clatter as she dropped her swords, "I-I can't."

My eyes opened, and I was greeted for the first time Elandria cry, and by the Emperor, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen as they weren't tears of sadness they were tears of joy, utter joy.

In all honesty, I had expected her to kill me that her years of brainwashing would win so to see her Elandria somehow overcoming it was so astonishing I could not help stand in shock, and awe and it filled me with such unbelievable hope if she could do it then why couldn't I?

Despite my self, I approached her, pulling her into an embrace she didn't fight only tightly embracing me back and sobbed raggedly into my chest

I held her all the more, and it was then I truly realised that I loved her and she truly loved me too, and the joy it brought was beyond description.

The single gunshot roared, reverberating the very corridor to the core and Elandria suddenly gasped her eyes widening with shock, and she collapsed so fast that I had no time to catch her. I just saw with dawning utterly numbing horror the huge ragged hole in her back.

My shock was so intense I never saw Taryst slip back through the curtains at the end of the corridor, a smoking gun in his grasp neither did I hear Olinthre scream the rogue trader's name and run after him nor Feuilt sprint up to try to help me with Elandria.

I fell to my knees and slowly pulled her into my arms, turning her limp form over so I could look into those big brown beautiful eyes, it seemed so unreal I couldn't begin to comprehend.

She smiled weakly and whispered; "you're so stupid."

"H-how?" I managed.

"Th-that you didn't believe Castella when she said you saved all those people," her voice was barely a whisper now, "because you did save those people Attelus, you did."

"Please don't talk El," I said wiping away my tears with a forearm, "t-try to save your strength."

"Thank you Attelus Kaltos," she said ignoring my plea, and she placed a soft hand against my cheek, "thank you for caring for me despite all I did, thank you for being the only one who-who."

She never got to finish her sentence as her hand fell away and she gasped one last time then died still cradled in my arms.

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