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Just For Us

Note - happy valentines pookies 🩷 I’ve been sitting on this one for a while so I hope you like it 😘 thank you to @saltyheartnightmare for always providing me with ideas and letting me run with them 😂 feedback would be appreciated xoxo

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 6k

Warnings - fluff and angst

Another week over you told yourself as you shut your laptop down. Sighing as your eyes fell to the window that overlooked the garden next to you but it was pitch back outside and all you could see was your own reflection staring back at you. A tired and grumpy version of you that you were starting to not recognise.

You hadn't heard anything going on in the house, the time just ticking past 5pm and you knew you were still all alone in here. The thought of walking out of your home office into a dark and empty home upset you more than it should have, but then again everything was upsetting you at the moment.

Mason had promised he’d be here, letting you know that training would be over around 3pm and he’d make sure to get home at a reasonable time so you could spend your first valentines living under the same roof together, but once again he was nowhere to be seen.

You got why he was always in late, he was almost done with his recovery and had been staying later most evenings in order to get himself into a good place but you missed him and with everything else going on in your life right now all you wanted to was to be wrapped up in the arms of the man you loved.

You hadn't lived with Mason long, moving in at the end of November so you were approaching the three month mark but you felt like everything had taken a downturn for you since then. It was nothing to do with Mason himself, he was a dream most of the time and was looking after you just like he’d promised but it was everything you’d left home that was bringing you down.

Manchester was so far from everything you knew, having grown up in London you never envisaged living so far away when you had everything you needed right there but there was one thing your favourite city didn’t have anymore, and that was the boy you were in love with.

It wasn’t often you thought back to how you first met Mason, but since it was valentines day and you were in your feels a bit you let your mind wander back to that cold but sunny morning. It was your favourite type of weather on your favourite day of the year, pumpkin picking with your best friend, and as you reached for the last wheelbarrow your hand brushed against someone else’s as they did the same.

‘Oh shit, sorry. You take it, I can wait’ you heard, turning to your right to see quite possibly the most beautiful smile you’d ever seen and the sight of him filled you with nerves.

‘Oh n-no please you have it’ you stuttered, your face warming as your heart threatened to beat out of your chest but you could see the tops of his cheeks turning pink too and you thought he looked adorable.

‘It’s fine’ he laughed, motioning for you to take it but you knew you’d mess up somehow now if you had to try and get it out in front of him and you weren’t up for embarrassing yourself whilst he watched on.

‘No please, I’m not even sure I know how to use this thing properly and I’ll just end up taking someone’s legs out’ you joked and as you both shared a giggle, a worker came with a new batch of clean ones.

‘Here let me grab you one, these look smaller’ he nodded as he walked over to get one for you and you used the time he was facing away from you to give him a once over. You most definitely liked what you saw and as he turned back to face you, you wondered if he’d caught you staring at his bum. You gave him a warm smile though as he placed it in front of you but you were trying to stall as you still felt awkward pushing it in front of him.

‘Thank you…’

‘I’m Mason’ he smiled, nodding his head shyly before he gave you a look as if to silently ask what your name was and you had to swallow a nervous lump before you told him.

‘Y/n’

‘Well y/n, if you see me running away from you please don’t take any offence, I’m just protecting my ankles’ he joked and you covered your mouth with your hand as you laughed at his silly joke.

‘I’ll keep that in mind’

‘Mase? You coming’ you heard, looking over to a woman with two kids in tow and you felt yourself deflate. Of course he wasn’t single, look at him, and as he called over that he wouldn’t be a second you kept your eyes on the floor.

‘Sorry I best get going, I don’t wanna upset the nieces’ he laughed and your eyes flashed up to meet his. Relief ripping through you at the knowledge that was presumably his sister. ‘See you out there?’

‘I hope so’ you whispered. Your answer taking him by surprise a bit as his blush deepened but you just just picked up your wheelbarrow and went in search of your bestie so you could crack on with your day.

It was like you couldn’t get away from each other, him joining the line behind you for food, your eyes constantly catching as you browsed the little pumpkins in the wooden crates and once you’d made it out into the main field it felt like he was following you. Always in the same section and your friend had seemingly picked up on the way you kept looking at each other and would steer your wheelbarrow in his direction.

It was fun watching him play with the two little girls, posing for pictures with them and helping them pick out ones for them to carve and he looked as though he was having as much fun as them. Not caring how goofy or silly he looked, he just wanted to make them smile and from the constant giggles it was clearly working.

‘You need a hand with that one?’ You suddenly heard from behind you. Mason's voice shocking you slightly but as he brushed up next to you and you could tell he was looking at the same pumpkin you were.

‘Do you think it’s too big?’ You asked and you knew it was a stupid question. It was one of the biggest ones in the whole field but it was perfect and you just needed one person to tell you it was okay to have.

‘Nah, you need to measure pumpkins with your heart’ he told sincerely. ‘If you want it, I’d say get it’

‘You know what, you’re right. I’m having it’

‘Here let me’ he offered. Picking it up effortlessly and placing it in your wheelbarrow for you before dusting himself off as he was now covered in dirt be he didn’t seem to mind.

He stayed with you for a bit as you spoke. His sister had taken the girls to the loo so he had a few minutes spare and he started off by asking if you’d taken anyone’s legs out yet. Seeming dissatisfied when you told him no but there was always time and you were lucky enough to see that heartbreaking smile of his again as he laughed before he caught sight of the girls coming back.

‘You’re really good with them’ you told him honestly and you could see him getting shy again as he laughed nervously.

‘I don’t live round this way anymore so I like to make it count when I’m here’ he told you and you wondered how far away he was now. You knew you wouldn’t get to ask or find out though, your bestie was standing like a lemon a few steps away as she pretended to look at the pumpkins and with his family coming back over you presumed you’d be torn apart again but before he returned to them he faced you a little more ‘Listen, at the risk of sounding like a crazy person, I took a picture of you earlier and I was wondering if I could send it you?’

‘You what?’ You laughed, watching his cheeks redden more than you’d ever seen to the point the bridge of his nose was also glowing.

‘Sorry, I saw you posing for some your friend was taking and I just thought you looked nice and wondered if you’d want a more candid one’ he mumbled shyly. ‘Shit, sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I can’t delete it if you-‘

‘I guess I should give you my number then’ you whispered with a smile, holding your hand out for him to place his phone in and the look of relief that washed over his face made you chuckle.

As soon as you handed it back he had to go but you knew it was coming so you bid him a quick goodbye and not even five minutes later you felt your phone buzz in your pocket

It was a fairly brazen comment from you, but it seemed to do the trick and the pair of you were messaging for the rest of the day and well into the night. All tucked up in bed later as you giggled into your pillow and when you got onto the topic of where he lived now, since he’d mentioned not being here anymore, things took a bit of a turn.

You’d had no idea he was a footballer, you had never met one in your life and had no idea what it even all meant but he told you he didn’t want you to think of him as any different than you had done earlier. He was still the same guy, he just has a slightly strange job compared to the average person.

He was right though, coming across to you as just like any normal guy and as the weeks passed you could feel yourself starting to slip under his spell. It was never your intention to speak to someone who lived so far away and you knew that seeing him again would be difficult, even if he wanted to see you anyway, but you couldn’t help your feelings towards him no matter how much you told yourself nothing would amount to anything.

You didn’t expect him to go in fully and dress up exactly like him but when he showed you his onesie on face time his enthusiasm excited you. You’d never had a boy to do a couples costume with before and you weren’t even sure he that’s what he wanted when he was asking for costume ideas but you’d decided to shoot your shot and thankfully it had paid off.

He was staying with a friend but just as he promised, he came to get you from your house. You thought it might be awkward, the pair of you only seeing each other in person once but as soon as you saw him again it was like no time had passed. Him knocking on your door fully dressed up and you giggled as he gave you a kiss on the cheek after a big hug.

You didn’t live too far away thankfully and after 20 minutes or so in the car with him, he was pulling up to his friends house. It was unlike anything you’d seen and you tried not to let it show that you were that impressed so you just took his hand and let him lead you through. You felt awkward instantly though as you looked around as it was full of gorgeous girls in barely there outfits whilst you stood there in a big pink t-shirt and your hair in bunches. Mason picked up on you straight away though and pulled you closer to him by your waist.

‘You good?’

‘You could have told me it was that type of party’ you laughed, hiding your face in his neck but he just squeezed you and bumped the side of your head with his nose so you’d look at him.

‘What do you mean?’ He smiled, rubbing your back a little bit as he was confused and you were finding it hard to be mad at him.

‘Mason, there are girls here who look like they’ve just stepped off a runway and I look like… well this’

‘You look perfect’ he whispered, kissing your forehead gently. Your cheeks warming instantly as even though he was being pretty touchy this was the first proper bit of intimacy you’d had from him. ‘I’m not looking at what anyone else is wearing anyway’ he reassured you and you felt your face heat even more at how lovely he was being.

His hand very rarely left yours and if it did it was just so he could hold your waist or wrap his arm around you and considering it was his friends party filled with people he didn’t see too often you were surprised at how much he didn’t want to mingle. That every conversation you joined you wouldn’t stay in long as he’d ask you something and soon enough you’d be in your own world again and when you asked him why he just smiled brightly.

‘I know those boring bastards, but I don’t know you yet. Not as much as I’d like to anyway’ he teased as his eyes flickered all over you and you felt your knees go weak as he bit his lip.

He was the perfect gentleman, getting all your drinks for you and letting you know he’d look after you. Mason himself wasn’t drinking as he wasn’t allowed but you noticed all his friends were and you figured it was just because he’d promised to take you home and was making sure he could. Mason seemed like the type to have a great time without drink though however you were thankful you’d had a few to loosen you up a bit.

As the night came to an end, you both knew you didn’t want to part but as you still lived with your overbearing parents it made things difficult. It had taken you enough time to convince them to let you come here tonight so staying out all night was completely out of the question and when the house began to empty out you knew it was time.

‘I think I need the loo before we go’ you told Mason, and his sad smile told you all you needed to know.

‘I’ll show you where it is’ he smiled, taking you by the hand upstairs and when he pulled open a random door and flicked the light on you were met with a bright and airy guest bedroom. ‘Just through here. Everyone’s been using the main one so this should be cleaner’ he laughed and you popped a quick kiss on his cheek as you passed by.

Once you were out you waited for him whilst he popped in there. Having a look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you looked somewhat acceptable and he was out quicker than you thought he’d be so he caught you checking yourself out.

He was quick to come over and wrap his arms around you from behind whilst taking his phone out of his pocket to hand to you. Instructing that he wanted you to take a few photos of the pair of you together to commemorate your first Halloween but soon enough you stopped taking any pictures and he was just holding you.

‘Come on’ he huffed. Removing his arms from around your waist and you could tell he was deflated just from the sound of his voice.

‘What’s wrong?’ You asked as you turned to him and the playful pout on his face made you feel a little bit guilty.

‘I’ve been dreading this part all night’ he chuckled, pulling you into his chest now so he could hug you properly and when he tucked his head into your neck you couldn’t stop your smile. ‘Sulley doesn’t want to say goodbye to his Boo’

‘Oh Mase’

‘Stay with me tonight’ he whispered, pulling back to look at you pleadingly and you almost gave in then and there. ‘Please, boo’

‘Mase.. I can’t’ you breathed, shaking your head ever so slightly. ‘I’m sorry-‘

‘No I’m sorry, I’m being way too forward. It’s just I’m not here long and I want to spend as much time with you as I can’

‘I want that too’

‘But?’

‘My mum will kill me’ you laughed, realising how ridiculous you sounded but Mason seemed to understand and quickly popped a kiss on your cheek. ‘Maybe I could come up to Manchester soon and visit?’ You asked, shock taking over his face at what you were suggesting and you were certain yours looked the same as you hadn’t even thought about the words before they’d come out of your mouth.

‘Yeah? You’d want to’

‘Yeah of course. I’ve never been before’ you told him and the smile he sent you made your heart race. ‘I just think it might be a bit too soon for you know … all that. I’ve never-‘

‘No you’re right’ he laughed as he cut you off. ‘Sorry I’ve just been getting a bit ahead of myself I think. I don’t know if I’ve made it that obvious but I really like you’ he told you as his cheeks flushed and you knew yours were doing the exact same.

‘Really? I had no idea’ you teased but you knew you needed to be honest with him too. ‘I like you too’

It was the longest three seconds of your life. Watching his eyes flicker down to your lips as he moved closer to you and you were powerless to stop anything. Tilting your face up to meet his and before you knew it his lips were on yours.

This wasn’t like any kiss first you’d ever had before. It was slow and sexy and you both hummed into each other's mouths as his tongue brushed against yours playfully. Your heart racing in your chest as he ever so carefully moved his lips against yours and you knew you’d never be the same again after this.

‘Come on, I’ll get you home’ he whispered against your lips after you’d parted but you felt deflated instantly. You didn’t want to leave him now, not after the best first kiss you’d ever had but you knew it was the right thing to do.

‘Are you sure it’s okay? You know-‘

‘I can wait. You’re worth it’ he confirmed quietly and you didn’t realise how much you needed to hear those words. ‘I mean I got to kiss you, that's more than enough for me. I’m just being greedy really’ he winked and your heart felt lighter as you both giggled.

‘You’re right, you need to be cut off’ you joked but when he lent down to kiss you again you let him.

y/n

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y/n Happy spooky season 🧡

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masonmount wow whoever took that first one has got a great eye 👀

y/n thank you my sulley 🩵💜

Going to Manchester to see him was the beginning of the end for you. You loved it up there and you loved your time with Mason just as much to the point you’d just sob the whole way home each time you had to leave him and you knew he was always just as down as you were about it. Each time it getting harder and harder to say goodbye so when next Halloween came and Mason wanted to celebrate your first anniversary together you jumped at the chance to spend some quality time with him.

Moving to Manchester after just a year of dating was a risk, and you both definitely knew it, but when Mason brought up wanting you to move in with him at your anniversary dinner you wanted to jump at the chance. You knew in your heart you were going to be with Mason for a really long time and the thought of starting your lives together up there really excited you. Your mum took it pretty hard but she knew you’d have to leave home eventually but neither of you could have guessed it would have been so far away.

You mostly worked from home in London anyway, only needing to visit the office twice a month so after a quick chat with your manager about different options, she told you keeping you was more important and that working in Manchester would be no different than London so she was happy for you to make the move.

Mason seemed to be the most excited. Letting you pick out any spare room you wanted to turn into your office and you picked the one at the back that overlooked the garden. The main reason being that in the summer you knew you’d be able to watch him training out of the window, but you told him it was because it was near the kitchen and downstairs loo so you didn’t have that far to walk.

It was lonely sometimes, spending all day at home on your own and when work was finally done not having anyone to talk to. At home at least your mum would be there so you could talk about your days as you fought over what to cook, but the house being empty did nothing to cure the ache of loneliness that would settle in your tummy until Mason was with you.

You hadn't been here long enough to make friends of your own and the ones you’d left behind did nothing to help you feel less lonely. Carrying on like you didn’t even exist and going to all your favourite places without you as well as new places you’d always wanted to try. You tried not to take it to heart too much as you didn’t want them to stop living their lives but you thought it was funny how as soon as you were gone they suddenly had time for all the things you wanted to do when they never had before.

Not wanting to be a grump for too much longer you quickly glanced at your phone when you were finally ready to get up. No text or update from him to let you know he was going to be home later than planned and usually it wouldn't have mattered but you thought with it being Valentine's Day he would have made a touch more effort as you were meant to be having dinner together. Your tummy hurt as your sadness migrated into every fiber of your being and you knew it wouldn’t be disappearing anytime soon.

All the lights were off when you eventually made your way out of your office. Traipsing through the silent house to the front so you could look out onto the drive, however it only upset you more to see that his car wasn’t there and suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. Wanting nothing more than to get into bed so you could sleep this awful mood away, but there was something that stopped you as soon as you made it upstairs.

You noticed the warm glow coming from the bathroom as soon as you reached the landing. The door was ever so slightly cracked open and you knew you hadn't left it like that so the light confused you. In the end you took a few cautious steps over so you could peek around the gap and the sight before you made your heart flutter.

There was Mason, hunched over the bath as he swirled his hand around the soapy water that was topped with rose petals. The scent of your favourite bubble bath filling the air as he checked the water temperature before he was standing back up and reaching for a lighter so he could continue to light the candles he’d set up in a row on the window. Watching and waiting until he’d grabbed a fresh towel to place on the warmer until you couldn’t help but open the door a little more and step inside.

You felt instant regret as soon as you did. This was clearly meant to be a surprise for you and you’d just marched in on him but the smile he gave you after the initial shock of seeing you made your eyes sting and as your face began to crumple, he was over to you in a flash.

‘What’s wrong, boo?’ He asked softly. Hands holding the tops of your arms as you tried to wipe your eyes but it was pointless as more tears came falling seconds after.

‘I didn’t know you were h-home’ you hiccuped, sounding completely ridiculous as you broke down into sobs, but just like always he took you as you came and listened intently. ‘I t-thought you’d be late a-again’

‘Well I’m a lot later than I wanted to be’ he told you softly. ‘I only got in about five minutes ago’

‘Where’s y-your car?’

‘I got a fucking flat tire, didn’t I’ he laughed but you could tell he was pissed off underneath. ‘Had to leave it at training cause I couldn’t get anyone out to fix it and then Luke dropped me home’ he explained before his face softened again and his voice came out in just a whisper. ‘Baby, tell me what’s wrong’

‘Sorry’ you blubbed. Covering your face with your hands again so you could hide yourself and thankfully he knew not to try and make you look at him. Simply wrapping his arms around your shaking body so he could pull you into his and when you felt his lips on your forehead shushing you gently you nearly lost it again.

He always knew what you needed, and right now all you needed was a big cry whilst he held you and whispered that everything would be okay until you found enough courage to take your hands away from your face and wrap them around his body.

‘You think I can’t tell that something’s been going on with you?’ He whispered, pulling back to look at you but when he realised you weren’t budging he just rested his cheek on the top of your head with a sigh. ‘I notice everything, boo’

‘I’m sorry’ you croaked, not even too sure what you were apologising for but it just felt like the right thing to say for hiding your emotions from him.

‘Don’t say that’ he told you as he squeezed you a bit tighter but you still weren’t ready to look at him. Holding him back just as tight as he rubbed your back and you could feel the love from him pour into you. ‘You gonna tell me what’s up?’

‘I don’t know, I just feel a bit down’ you mumbled, shrugging your shoulders as you wondered what you should say to him but you realised there was no point giving him half truths. ‘I've just been a bit homesick I think, it gets lonely in this house when you’re not here and I know you’ve been working really hard to get back into the team but I thought you’d forgotten about me tonight’

‘I’m sorry’ he breathed. ‘I know I haven’t been around as much lately and I know that hasn't helped with how you’re feeling. That’s why I wanted to get home early so I could do something nice for you and I couldn't even get that right’ he laughed. ‘And I know you miss your family, I miss mine too so I know how you feel and I know I’ve been a bit wrapped up in myself but I promise I’ll make it up to you. Starting tonight, yeah?’

‘What’s all this?’ You asked, finally pulling away as you could look at him and the sympathetic look on his face almost set you off again, but Mason was quick to kiss your forehead and look at you softly again.

‘Well I thought you deserved a bit of relaxation while I cooked for us’ he confirmed. ‘Happy valentines, boo’

‘Happy valentine’s, Masey’ you smiled, reaching up to give him a soft and sweet kiss. ‘What are you making?’

‘I’m not sure yet’ he laughed. ‘Any requests?’

‘Well I was hoping you would stay with me in here, I’ve missed you’ you told him shyly. ‘We can always order food’

‘Yeah? Okay let’s do that’ he nodded shyly. ‘C’mere, let’s get you in’

Mason helped to undress you so you were ready for your bath. Kissing your skin gently as he carefully removed each piece of clothing and helped you into the perfectly warm water as you felt all your troubles melt away into the bubbles.

He happily sat on the floor next to you as you chatted away and you finally opened up to him about how your friends had been acting with you lately as well as everything else you’d already mentioned. He sympathised with you as he sometimes felt that way himself and apologised for neglecting you for the last few weeks.

‘Come get in with me?’ You asked after 15 minutes or so, watching his eyebrows raise in shock as his cheeks turned pink but now you’d said it all you could think about was relaxing your body into his.

‘Really?’

‘Yeah why not’ you laughed. ‘I wanna feel close to you’ you pouted and you could see his blush deepening from a mile off. Watching him gently standing up so he could whip his clothes off and you shuffled down the tub a bit so he could slide in behind you.

You didn’t ask for it, but as he began to massage your shoulders you could have melted into the water. You didn’t realise how uptight and tense you were until his fingers began to work away at your knots and it felt so good a shiver ran up your spine. The warm water of your bath felt like a safe blanket lapping against you and you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve this type of treatment.

‘That okay?’ He murmured into the side of your head but it was like you could barely string a sentence together and your whole body felt like it was floating.

‘That’s perfect’ you mumbled, feeling more relaxed and loved than you had in weeks and you knew he was laughing at you as you felt his chest rumble against your back.

‘I’m not very good at this, but I’ve picked up a few tricks from having them done so often’ he laughed but soon enough his hands were traveling down your arms and holding you around your waist so he could hold you close and talk to you without any distractions. ‘So listen I need you to pack a bag tonight’ he mumbled in your ear and you turned your head to look up at him questioningly.

‘Are you kicking me out?’

‘No’ he laughed. ‘But I bet after that you could do with a proper massage, right? Well I’ve booked us into a spa for the weekend with a slightly delayed valentines dinner tomorrow night. It’s in London though so we’ll have a bit of an early start if that’s okay’’

‘I thought we weren’t making a fuss’ you whispered, your face breaking out into a smile so wide your cheeks hurt but he was looking back at you so lovingly it was like you could feel him coursing through your veins.

‘I know, but you deserve it’ he affirmed. Kissing your forehead softly as he stroked his thumbs over your skin ‘Then Sunday we’ve got lunch with your parents. I organised it the other day so I think that’s worked out pretty well’ he winked, feeling tears well in your eyes again for the millionth time that night but this time it was for a whole different reason.

‘What? Really’

‘Yes’ he nodded. ‘I knew you must have been missing them and since we’ll be down there I thought we could make the most of it’

‘Thank you’ you gulped. Reaching up to kiss him properly and it was like you were having your first kiss all over again, carefully kissing each other like you had all the time in the world.

When you were both ready to get out, Mason jumped out first to grab your towel from the heater before walking you back over to your shared bedroom to get changed. A huge bunch of red roses on the bed waiting for you and you had to tell yourself to hold it together as you’d you’d done tonight was cry.

Mason grabbed you a pair of shorts and one of his favourite comfy tops that you loved to wear for you to change into and while he was putting in your food order, you grabbed an overnight bag and began to pack.

‘Where are we going for dinner tomorrow night, Mase?’ You questioned as you fingered through some of your nicer things on your rack but you didn’t want to be overdressed if it was somewhere more casual.

‘It’s a surprise’

‘But I need to know what to pack’ you pouted, hoping you’d be able to get a little more from him than that but he seemingly didn’t want to give too much away.

‘Something nice’ he shrugged, locking his phone before standing up to join you and you placed your hands on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

‘Those new pjs you got me for Christmas are nice, maybe I’ll just wear those’ you teased, hoping you could taunt him into telling you and from the way he rolled his eyes you knew it was working.

‘Okay fine’ he laughed. ‘You should pack that black dress, you know the one you’ve been saving for a certain restaurant’

‘You didn’t’ you breathed, not knowing if he was just messing with you or if he’d actually got the pair of you into the restaurant you’d always wanted to try but from the nod of his head you knew he was making your dream come true. ‘Mase’

‘I know you were meant to go there with your girlfriends and I know I was meant to get you a table and never did cause I’m a rubbish boyfriend and I forgot’ he laughed, bumping his nose against yours as you both giggled before his face got serious ‘but I know they’ve been trying all the places you wanted without you so I thought we could keep this one just for us’

‘Thank you’ you pouted, reaching up to kiss him gently and he deepened it straight away. You hadn’t kissed each other like this in days and you could have quite easily taken it further but it was Mason who pulled away first much to your dismay.

‘Easy there, boo. We’ve got food on the way and there’s nowhere near enough time for me to do what I want with you’ he told you lowly, his voice thick and warm like honey and it made your insides quiver. ‘I’ll make it worth your while if you wait’

‘You always do’ you winked and you noticed how he blushed at your words.

‘Come on boo, we’ll go set the table yeah? Eat like proper humans for a change’ he laughed as he took your hand and you laughed along with him as he led you out of your room. Your mood a lot lighter than it was just over an hour ago and you couldn’t wait to finally spend your first Valentine’s Day under the same roof with the boy you loved most in the world.

y/n

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y/n quick trip home for some well needed downtime and a visit to somewhere I’ve always wanted to go with my valentine ♥️

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masonmount anything for my girl ♥️

y/n love you sm 🥰 🤭

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thebunnednun · 22 hours ago

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Run Away With Me

★Pairing:Aged up!Pro Hero!Boyfriend!Katsuki Bakugou x Pro Hero!Girlfriend!Reader

Synopsis: It's Valentines Day. You and Katsuki can't wait to get home.

Warning: MDNI!!! Extreme Flirting/Fluff, Wc: Short like his temper, No ageless blogs!

Based on my Bakugou x Sugar Baby fic. This is the first installment of a Valentines day series. Stay tuned.

Taglist from both of my master lists because I need to feed the cats: @elarakive, @thealtofvalleyxdoodles, @the-dumpster-fire-of-life, @raendarkfaerie, @bunny-b34r, @icey-wonders, @adherethecomingofage, @karaartioli-blog, @meoweoeoeosme, @faithisxreading, @faithisidking, @oh-kayyy-stan-bts, @shortie-chocolate, @rosaline756. @sweetlike-sugarplum. @aespie, @dancingqueen276, @erensbbg, @lillizxzz, @1chaerry,

@valscodblog, @willnetries

The soft glow of fairy lights cast a warm, rosy hue over your bedroom as Michelle leaned in, steadying your chin between her fingers.

"Stay still," she murmured, expertly gliding the eyeliner along your lash line.

You obeyed—barely. The body glitter dusted across your collarbones and arms caught the light as you shifted, and Michelle huffed a laugh.

"You’re so fidgety," she teased.

You pout. "Are you sure this whole look isn’t too much? I feel like a teenager playing dress-up."

Michelle didn’t dignify that with an answer. Instead, she tapped your nose with her fluffy brush, making you squeak. "You look stunning. Katsuki’s gonna short-circuit."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly turned your attention to the items scattered across your princess-style vanity. The iridescent hot pink heart-shaped bag sat next to your matching fiery nails, waiting to be slung over your shoulder. Your chunky baby pink wedge heels peeked out from under your black punk-rock lace dress. Everything was perfect.

Too perfect.

As if sensing your nerves, Michelle leaned back on the stool, her orange bandeau dress hugging her curves effortlessly. Her red nails drummed against the vanity, and she smirked. "If anything goes sideways, call me. Daddy and I will come pick you up."

You groaned.

"Calling Kirishima that is still weird."

She only laughed, twisting one of her perfectly styled curls around her finger. "You and Katsuki will find your own thing. Give it time." You huffed, fingers playing with the hem of your black lace dress.

"I just feel… I don’t know. Over the top? Like I’m playing dress-up or something." Michelle didn’t even pause.

"Over the top? Girl, please. You look fine as hell." She gestured towards the mirror, where your reflection stared back at you—soft yet bold, playful yet elegant. Contrasting with your usual workwear, making the whole ensemble feel different.

New.

Exciting.

Michelle, ever the fashion expert, admired her handiwork with a satisfied nod. Her own look was just as flawless— her glossy red nails catching the light as she adjusted one of her gold earrings. Her twist-out was perfection, not a single curl out of place.

You were tempted to ask her to kiss your cheek, just to leave an imprint of her perfect lip combo for good luck, but you also knew how long it had taken her to get ready.

Instead, you sighed and wiggled your toes, feeling the slight pressure of the glittering heels you weren’t quite used to yet. "Are you sure this look is, like… in style? I feel like I time-traveled back to the 2000s."

Michelle smirked, leaning forward to prop her elbows on her knees. "You kidding? The early y2k aesthetic is making a comeback. And besides, it’s your life. You get to wear whatever you want."

That made your stomach flip. A warmth spread through your chest, different from nerves, but just as intense. You sighed, leaning back against the vanity chair, eyes drifting to the small teddy bear on your bed. He mimics his dad with that orange and black outfit. Just like Katsuki.

Your Katsuki.

A tiny, stupidly fond smile tugged at your lips.

"Wonder what they’re up to right now…"

—

The apartment smelled like expensive cologne, caramel, and a hint of coconut, thanks to the small arsenal of grooming products Kirishima had dragged into Katsuki’s bathroom. The overhead lights cast a sharp glow over the counter, illuminating the various bottles of cologne, hair gel, and skin-care products Kirishima had convinced Katsuki to try. (Which he reluctantly did, for you).

Kirishima, dressed in a sharp red and black tux that looked way too good for someone wearing Ninja Turtle socks, held up two cologne bottles.

"Alright, bro, decision time. Smoky and rugged or clean and fresh?"

Katsuki, already on edge, exhaled sharply through his nose. His leg bounced as he adjusted the black waistcoat of his hot pink and black tux, the bow tie at his throat feeling like it was actively trying to strangle him. He still wasn’t used to wearing something this polished, this formal—but he wanted to look good for you.

"Just—fuckin’ pick one," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kirishima clicked his tongue. "You’re lucky I got taste." He grabbed the smoky cologne and gave Katsuki a solid three spritzes before he could protest.

"Oi—!" Katsuki hissed, glaring.

"Trust me," Kirishima grinned, unbothered. "Now, lips—coconut balm, here you go." He tossed it over, and Katsuki caught it with ease, though his scowl deepened.

As if things couldn’t get more overwhelming, the speakerphone buzzed with chaos.

"LISTEN TO ME, BRO!" Denki’s voice was the loudest, crackling through the device.

"Confidence is key! You gotta hit her with the look."

Mina cackled. "Oh my God, do NOT listen to him! Katsuki, just tell her she’s beautiful. We all know you think so." "Yeah, dude, don’t overthink it," Sero chimed in, amused. "Just be yourself.”

“Or a less feral version."

Katsuki’s jaw tensed. Easier said than done. His pulse pounded in his ears. He reluctantly unclenched his fists from his knees. This wasn’t some battlefield. It wasn’t even a stupid mission. It was just a fucking date.

With you.

Fuck, his nerves felt louder than explosions.

Kirishima, noticing the tightness in his shoulders, finally stepped in. He placed a firm hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and squeezed. Katsuki looked up into unblinking garnet and sighed through his nose.

"Dude. Breathe. You love her, right?"

Katsuki swallowed hard. Love. The word settled in his chest, heavy but honest.

He nodded once.

"Then remember that. That’s all that matters. If things feel weird, if the place sucks, if the whole night goes sideways, just leave. Do something else. You two make your own fun, anyway." Katsuki let out a slow breath. Kirishima was right. This was for you.

It wasn’t about perfect execution—it was about being together.

"Three things," Kirishima continued, grinning. "Be yourself. Compliment her. And communicate. Talk, dude. You’re only gonna get better at this if you open your mouth."

Katsuki rolled his eyes but let the advice sink in. Finally, he pushed himself to his feet.

"Let’s go before I go into fuckin' cardiac arrest."

Kirishima whooped. "That’s the spirit!" He slung an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder as they grabbed the gifts—flowers, small personal surprises—before making their way out.

Upstairs, you were waiting.

—

A sharp knock echoed through the apartment.

Michelle, already smirking, turned her head dramatically toward the door. “Hmmm… wonder who that could be?”

You rolled your eyes, lips quirking up as you reached for your bag. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the dates we’ve been getting ready for the past hour?”

Before you could stand, Michelle grabbed your chin with one hand and, with a single practiced motion, swiped a generous coat of cherry gloss over your lips. The scent was sweet, rich, and just a little sticky.

“There. Perfection,” she declared before tugging you up to your feet. “Phone, purse?”

You patted your iridescent hot pink heart-shaped bag before nodding. “Check.”

Michelle, always prepared, already had her own red heart-shaped purse slung over her shoulder. She shot you a wink before making her way to the door. You heard the click of the lock, then—

“Hey, beautiful.”

Kirishima’s voice was warm, full of easy affection as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Michelle’s cheek. She hummed in approval, tilting her head up slightly like she was already expecting it.

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman tonight?” Michelle mused, looping an arm around his bicep as she gave him an exaggerated once-over. “Damn, Eiji, you clean up nice.”

Kirishima chuckled, standing a little straighter. “Had to match my date, obviously.”

You watched their interaction fondly before Kirishima finally turned his attention to you. His smile widened. “And wow, you—” He paused, eyes briefly scanning your outfit before he let out a brotherly smile.

“You look amazing.”

Feeling playful, you gave him a small, teasing bow. “Why, thank you. You’re looking sharp yourself.”

Kirishima beamed—right before something hit him square in the arm.

“Ow—” He barely had time to react before a very familiar explosive presence stepped into the doorway behind him, scowling.

Katsuki’s hands were full—flowers, a neatly wrapped gift, and something tucked under his arm. He looked at you, then at the door, then back at you, blinking.

You gave him a small wave.

Katsuki blinked again.

Then, without a word, he tore his gaze away and scanned your apartment like it was foreign territory.

Your apartment was a cozy, eclectic mix of nostalgia, comfort, and personality—a space that felt undeniably yours. The living room was a reflection of that, bursting with the soft, warm hues of early 2000s aesthetics mixed with fan-sent decorations and personal touches that made the place feel lived-in.

The walls were painted in a soft, rosy blush, giving the room a dreamy warmth that always seemed to glow, even at night. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books, cute trinkets, and memorabilia—some from your past, some gifts from fans, and some just random knick-knacks Michelle had convinced you to buy during one of your many shopping sprees.

A large, fluffy pink area rug covered most of the floor, plush beneath your feet, a stark contrast to the sleek black coffee table in the center of the room. The table itself was decorated with small candles, a glass tray filled with assorted crystal charms, and a few scattered magazines—some featuring you in your rising pro-hero career, others filled with celebrity gossip and fashion trends.

Against one wall sat a sleek white entertainment center, housing a large flat-screen TV mounted above it. Below, there were neatly stacked DVDs (a mix of action flicks, romance movies, and animated classics), along with a pink Hello Kitty gaming console that Michelle had gotten you as a joke but that you actually adored. A tiny disco ball hung off the corner of the shelf, catching light from the floor lamp nearby, sending tiny glimmers across the room whenever you moved.

“Uh, you can put that down wherever,” you offered, suppressing a smile. “Thanks, by the way.”

His jaw shifted slightly, but he nodded, stepping inside as you moved to close the door behind him. The scent of his cologne—smoky, warm, and utterly him—lingered in the air as he passed you, and you swallowed, a tiny warmth curling in your stomach.

Meanwhile, Kirishima, still standing by Michelle, sighed dramatically.

“Can I come in, or do I have to stand in the hallway like a weirdo?”

Michelle turned, one perfectly arched brow raised.

“I don’t know… you kinda give off door-to-door ax murderer vibes.” Kirishima immediately turned red.

“Wha—what?! I’m literally in a tux!”

“If anything, that makes it worse,” Michelle mused, tapping a perfectly manicured finger to her chin.

“Handsome stranger? Deranged killer? I could go either way.”

Kirishima groaned, running a hand down his face. “I swear, every time I visit, I leave more flustered than when I came.” Michelle patted his chest like she was proud. “Good. Keeps you on your toes.”

He exhales in defeat before letting her drag him into the kitchen for some water and to accept his ‘gram basket’—which you were sure was filled with an assortment of thoughtful snacks and homemade goodies.

That left you and Katsuki.

He was still standing there, hands now empty but stiff at his sides. His sharp red eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

The weight of the evening settled between you.

Feeling just a little shy, you lifted a hand again in a smaller wave.

He still didn’t wave back—because he looked a little stuck. But he did take a breath, then finally walked over to the couch and sat down. You followed, smoothing out your dress before lowering yourself beside him.

The couch was the real star of the space—big, soft, and overstuffed, covered in a variety of throw blankets and decorative pillows in shades of pink, cream, and deep wine red. Some of the pillows had cute sayings embroidered on them, like "Princess Energy Only," while others had sequins that flipped to reveal different colors when you ran your hand over them. One of them, a gift from a fan, had your hero name ‘Tempest’ embroidered in swirling gold thread.

At the corner of the room sat a vintage-style record player, next to a small stack of vinyl records—some gifted, some collected from your own adventures in the city. A neon pink heart-shaped light was mounted above it, casting a soft, romantic glow over the area.

Near the entrance, a coat rack held a mix of jackets, scarves, and one of Michelle’s many oversized tote bags, always full of who-knew-what. A small glass table sat beside it, topped with a bowl filled with candy, spare keys, and an assortment of hair ties and lip glosses for quick grabs before heading out.

For a second, you both just sat there.

Nervous energy filled the air, but it wasn’t bad—just… heavy. Like there was too much to say and no idea where to start. You fiddled with the zipper of your purse. “You smell nice,” you murmured.

Katsuki, who had just leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, froze.

A beat passed.

Then—a very quiet, very flustered,

“...Thanks.”

And just like that, the tension cracked, replaced with something softer.

Katsuki shifts beside you, adjusting his grip on the small but carefully wrapped box in his hands. His shoulders are stiff, and his red eyes flicker between you and the gift, like he's still debating if he should give it to you now or wait until later.

Then, in true Bakugou fashion, he just holds it toward you, clearing his throat.

“Here,” he grumbles. “It’s okay if you open it now or later.”

Your lips twitch into a knowing smile as you accept the package, feeling the weight of it in your hands. But before you can even start untying the delicate ribbon, he shifts again, like he’s got something else to say but doesn’t quite know how to get it out. He exhales sharply, running a tense hand through his styled hair, before finally blurting,

“And… I’m sorry for bein’ so tight-lipped earlier.” His jaw clenches, and he looks to the side, not quite meeting your gaze. “I just… I really think you look beautiful, and I’m trying not to be some weirdo by starin’.”

For a moment, you just blink at him, caught off guard by the rare, unfiltered compliment. But then, your grin grows wider, and a small, amused laugh bubbles out of you.

“Katsuki,” you say, soft but teasing, “It’s okay. That’s literally the whole purpose of the outfit.” You gesture to yourself with a flourish, making the iridescent hot pink bag on your lap shimmer in the light.

“I mean, I didn’t think you were a hot pink tux kinda guy either, but here we are.”

That gets him to finally look at you again, his expression both flustered and annoyed as a faint pink dusts his cheeks.

“Tch—got a tip from Michelle,” he admits, adjusting his waistcoat like it’s suddenly suffocating him.

You nod, knowingly. “Ah, that makes sense.”

He huffs before finally straightening up, reaching to grab something else he had tucked under his arm—a bouquet wrapped in crisp, delicate paper. The scent of fresh roses and sweet pea blooms fills the space between you as he carefully hands it over.

“Here,” he says, quieter this time, eyes flicking between your expression and the flowers.

“This one’s… for you.”

You take the bouquet carefully, fingers brushing over the soft petals, heart warming at the gesture. But before you can even say anything, he’s already reaching for another item—a second bouquet, wrapped in warm orange tones.

“And this one’s for Michelle,” he adds, nodding toward the kitchen.

You glance toward the doorway, where Michelle is still playfully toying with Kirishima, laughing about something that’s got him blushing down to his collar.

You can’t help but smile as you look back at him. “She’s gonna love it,” you say, tucking the bouquet against your chest before looking back at him. “And… thank you, Katsuki. Really.”

He just grunts, scratching the back of his neck, clearly still not used to receiving gratitude so directly from you. But there’s no mistaking the way his eyes soften slightly as he watches you admire the flowers he picked out just for you.

You’re still admiring the bouquet when Michelle reemerges from the kitchen, Kirishima trailing behind her, looking thoroughly flustered but grinning nonetheless.

“Ooh, flowers for me?” Michelle coos as you hand over the orange-toned bouquet. She gives Katsuki an approving nod. “Well, well, look at you, Mr. Romantic. You boys are starting strong tonight.”

Kirishima chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I told you Bakugou could be thoughtful when he tries.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms but not actually denying it.

Michelle leans into her flowers, inhaling deeply before flashing Kirishima a playful smile. “Alright, Red, you get a pass—for now.” She shoots you a wink, making you snicker as she carefully sets her bouquet on the kitchen counter. As everyone starts gathering their things, you grab your heart-shaped bag and your phone, making sure everything is in place before turning to the group.

“Alright, so, are we taking my car or—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Immediately no.”

“I’d rather die.”

Kirishima, Michelle, and Katsuki shut that down so fast it’s almost comedic. Michelle holds up a hand like she’s cutting off an intrusive thought.

“I’m not even entertaining that as a real suggestion.”

Kirishima lets out a lighthearted laugh, shaking his head. “I think your car deserves a night of rest. You know, for all the hard work it’s been put through.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki deadpans, grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“Permanently.”

You gasp dramatically, clutching your chest. “Excuse me? The disrespect for my precious lemon!”

Your beloved, beat-up, barely-roadworthy 2001 Saturn has been through hell and back—scraped up, spray-painted in places, sporting a horrendous DIY tint job that looks more like someone just slapped black plastic wrap on the windows. It rattles when it starts, wheezes like a geriatric smoker in the winter, and has exactly one functioning window. But damn it, it’s yours, and you’ve refused every single one of Katsuki’s (very generous) offers to replace it.

“That thing ain’t a lemon—it’s a damn biohazard,” Katsuki grumbles as he grabs his jacket. “You’re lucky it hasn’t exploded yet.”

Michelle snorts, shaking her head. “Girl, I love you, but I’m not risking my life in that thing tonight. My heels are too cute to die in a tragic automobile accident.”

You roll your eyes. “You guys are just haters.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that,” Katsuki mutters before nodding toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Downstairs, his very not-biohazardous orange Ferrari is waiting in its designated parking space, sleek and polished under the garage’s dim lighting. A few spots over, Kirishima’s new red Mustang sits with a shine so pristine you’re sure he’s been babying it. After all, the only reason he even got the car was because Michelle made it very clear she wasn’t hopping on the back of his motorcycle in this dress.

You glance between the two luxury vehicles and huff.

“You guys are soooo boring with your functional, ‘safe’, and expensive cars.”

“Yeah, ‘cause we don’t wanna die,” Katsuki says, tossing his keys in his hand. “Now get in.”

With a dramatic sigh, you slide into the passenger seat of his Ferrari, Michelle and Kirishima heading for the Mustang. The second your seatbelt clicks into place, Katsuki turns to you, expression softening just a little.

“…You ready for this?”

You glance over at him, at the way his grip tightens on the steering wheel like he’s trying to shake off nerves of his own. A small smile tugs at your lips as you nod.

“With you? Always.”

The moment you arrive at the restaurant, you're hit with the flashing strobe of camera lights and the chaotic blur of the city nightlife. The valet barely has time to open the car door before people start calling Katsuki’s name—photographers, fans, and even a few reporters eager to get a shot of Dynamight on his high-profile Valentine’s date.

“Damn it,” Katsuki mutters under his breath, jaw clenching as he instinctively shields you with his body. His hand hovers near your lower back, firm but hesitant, like he wants to pull you in closer but doesn’t want to overstep.

You can already hear the murmurs and gasps.

“Is that Tempest?” “They look good together.” “She’s been making headlines lately—did you see her last rescue?” “I thought she’d be dating someone quieter…” “They’re so different. I wonder how that works?”

Your fingers twitch against the strap of your bag, shoulders tensing as a flash goes off right in your face. ‘Okay, wow. That’s bright.’ You blink rapidly, trying to shake off the afterimage burned into your vision.

Kirishima and Michelle pull up behind you in the Mustang, and within seconds, Michelle is at your side, looping her arm through yours as if she can sense your rising discomfort. “Ignore ‘em, babe,” she murmurs, voice dripping with practiced ease. “They’re just mad they ain’t you.”

You huff out a quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite settle the unease twisting in your stomach.

Katsuki, on the other hand, looks pissed. His brows are furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glares at the paparazzi like they personally offended him. You reach for his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. He glances down, expression softening just a fraction before he squeezes back.

“We’re already here,” you whisper. “Might as well enjoy it, right?”

He exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Tch. Yeah.”

Together, the four of you push past the flashing lights and noise, stepping into the grand entrance of the restaurant.

Inside, the atmosphere is nothing short of luxurious. The air is thick with the aroma of rich spices and sizzling gourmet dishes. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the dimly lit space, illuminating pristine white tablecloths, towering floral arrangements, and sleek leather chairs. Celebrities, politicians, and high-profile heroes are scattered throughout, dressed in designer ensembles, murmuring over glasses of expensive wine.

A hostess, dressed in a polished black ensemble, greets you with a dazzling smile. “Welcome to Lumière. Right this way.”

As you follow her through the restaurant, you can feel the eyes on you. Some subtle, others not so much. You and Katsuki aren’t exactly low-profile at this point—especially not together. You hear the hush of whispered gossip, the occasional glance thrown your way, and the distinct click of cameras from people who definitely aren’t just taking pictures of their food.

Katsuki’s grip on your hand tightens.

You glance at him and grimace. “You’re squeezing the life outta my fingers.”

“Shit. Sorry,” he mutters, loosening his hold.

You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

The four of you are led to an elegant booth tucked near the large glass windows overlooking the city. The nighttime skyline glows with neon lights and passing car beams, a stark contrast to the quiet, intimate space inside. You slide into the seat next to Katsuki, smoothing down your dress as a waiter approaches.

“Good evening,” he greets, setting down the menus. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Michelle orders a cocktail, Kirishima gets a whiskey on the rocks, and you request a sparkling juice, feeling like you might need something refreshing to handle the stares still lingering in your direction. Katsuki just grunts, “Same as hers,” jerking his chin toward you.

The waiter nods before slipping away, leaving you and Katsuki to glance at each other, both of you sitting stiff as boards. Michelle and Kirishima seem perfectly at ease, chatting away like they don’t even notice the atmosphere. But you and Katsuki? You can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

You clear your throat, trying to shake the nerves. “So… you look really nice.”

Katsuki tugs at his bowtie like it’s strangling him. “You too.”

A pause.

You glance at him. He glances at you. Then you both look away, awkward as hell.

Kirishima snickers. “Man, you two are so new at this.” Michelle sips her drink, nodding in agreement.

“Painfully so.”

You groan, dropping your face into your hands. “Don’t remind me.” Katsuki scowls at his menu.

“Shut the hell up.”

You peek at him from between your fingers and snicker. “What? You can take down villains like it’s nothing, but a date makes you break out in hives?” He clicks his tongue, gripping the menu a little too tight. “Ain’t my fault there’s a damn spotlight on us right now.”

And yeah, you do get it. The pressure, the stares, the constant expectation to perform. It’s exhausting.

The weight of every pair of eyes in the restaurant presses down on you like a thick, suffocating fog. Whispers swirl around the room, slipping through the air like tendrils of smoke, curling around you and Katsuki in an unshakable haze.

You can hear them—people murmuring about your outfits, about your relationship, about whether or not you fit together. As if they fucking know what the two of you have been through together.

Cameras from discreetly lifted phones flash in your direction, capturing stolen moments of your date like you’re some kind of exhibit.

Your stomach twists. ‘We’ll be on the internet tomorrow.’ There’s no avoiding it. Headline after headline dissecting your body language, your facial expressions, the way Katsuki’s knee bounces under the table like he’s trying to shake off the nerves crawling under his skin.

You glance at him. He looks miserable.

Katsuki’s shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched so tight you think he might crack a tooth. His fingers twitch against his menu, gripping it like a lifeline. He’s trying so hard to keep his cool, to ignore the way people are practically gawking, waiting for him to snap or make a scene. You know he wants to drag you out of here, shield you from all the eyes dissecting your every move.

But he’s staying.

For you.

In Katsuki’s head, he’s telling himself to just grit and bear it. To be strong for you. He doesn’t want to ruin this—your first Valentine’s Day together. He wants to be the kind of boyfriend who can take you to fancy places, treat you to a night you’ll remember forever. He wants to try because he knows you deserve effort, deserve to be taken out, deserve to feel special.

But the people are unbearable.

And he can see it in your face—the way you’re trying to fake ease, the way your fingers tighten around your bag strap, the way you keep shifting in your seat like you just want to disappear.

His chest tightens. ‘This isn’t fun for either of us.’

But it doesn’t have to be this way.

You sit up, leaning closer to whisper, “You wanna get outta here?”

Katsuki blinks, turning to you fully.

“…What?”

You tilt your head toward the exit.

“I mean, I know we’re supposed to be ‘classy’ and all, but this isn’t really us, is it?”

His eyes flicker between your face and the crowded restaurant. His fingers drum against the table before he finally exhales, nodding.

“Yeah. Let’s bounce.”

Without another word, you both stand up, drawing confused looks from the other two.

“Where are you guys—”

“We’re leaving,” Katsuki cuts in, already pulling out his wallet to toss more than enough cash on the table.

Michelle raises a brow but smirks. “About time.” Kirishima just laughs. “Enjoy your date, lovebirds.”

The moment Katsuki grabs your hand, the two of you don’t even hesitate. You’re up from your seats, fingers locked together, hearts pounding as you wordlessly decide—we’re out of here.

Kirshima’s laugh booms across the restaurant as he throws his fist in the air. “Yeah! That’s my boy!”

Michelle smirks over the rim of her glass, raising it in a toast to your escape. “Bout damn time,” she mutters before taking a sip, entirely unsurprised.

The cameras go off like fireworks, a rapid flicker of flashes as you and Katsuki make your break for it.

He doesn’t bother to hide his irritation, lifting his right hand to flip the paparazzi the middle finger. You just grin, holding up a peace sign as if this is some casual night out instead of a full-blown getaway.

Laughter bubbles up in your chest as you both burst through the doors, stepping into the crisp night air with wild grins. Your heels click against the pavement as you sprint beside him, hand in hand, breathless and exhilarated.

But together.

Katsuki's orange Ferrari is somewhere in the valet lot, but neither of you care. You just run—away from the stares, the pressure, the expectation—until all that’s left is the sound of your laughter and the way your fingers fit so perfectly together.

Katsuki squeezes your hand. “So… where to?”

You grin. “The park.”

Katsuki’s car beeps from across the valet lot as he smashes the panic button, the lights flashing like a beacon in the night. You both spot it at the same time, making a beeline for the sleek, orange machine.

“You’re just lucky I snatched the keys back,” he grumbles, smirking as you shove his arm in response. Before you can reach for the door handle, he’s already there, pulling you back with a firm grip on your waist.

“Oi. Lemme do it.”

You roll your eyes but let him open the door, a teasing smile playing on your lips as he steps aside dramatically to let you in. You slip into the seat, tossing your purse and phone into the back, watching as he rounds the front and slides into the driver’s seat with effortless ease.

The second the doors shut, the engine roars to life, and before you know it, Katsuki is tearing down the highway at a cool 73, the city lights blurring past. The roads are surprisingly empty, giving you both the perfect excuse to crank up the radio and belt out whatever song is playing, off-key and full volume, laughing between the lyrics.

It’s easy. It’s fun.

It’s you two.

As the car weaves through the city center, he spots the park up ahead and, in true Katsuki fashion, completely disregards proper parking. He pulls right up to the entrance, puts the car in park, and before he can even kill the engine, you’re already unbuckling and throwing the door open.

You leap out, your heels clicking against the pavement before they sink slightly into the soft grass. With a wild grin, you take off into the open space, arms spread wide as you spin beneath the night sky. The crisp air fills your lungs, the distant city hum fading into the background.

Then you spot it—the unmistakable flash of spiky blond and hot pink barreling toward you.

With a shriek, you turn on your heel and run.

Your laughter rings through the park as you bolt toward the swings, the cool night air rushing past you. Katsuki is right behind you, his footsteps heavy against the grass, closing the distance faster than you’d like.

"You think you can outrun me?!" he taunts, his voice sharp with amusement.

You glance back over your shoulder, only to see him smirking—eyes locked onto you like a predator honing in on his prey. "I know I can!" you shoot back, breathless but grinning as you push your legs harder.

"Yeah?" Katsuki huffs, barely winded. "That why I'm about to catch your ass?"

You yelp, dodging left just as he reaches for you, barely slipping out of his grasp. "Cheater!" you cry, laughing as you pick up speed.

"Cheater? I'm just faster!"

The swings come into view, and with one final burst of energy, you throw yourself forward, landing in one of the seats with a triumphant squeal. You grip the chains, panting, a wild grin plastered on your face.

"Safe!"

Katsuki slows to a stop right in front of you, planting his hands on his hips as he glares down at you, feigning offense. "Safe?" he scoffs. "What, this a game of tag now?"

You nod, grinning as you pump your legs slightly, making the swing rock. "And guess what? You lost."

His eyes narrow, and before you can react, he grabs the chains of your swing, stilling you completely.

"Lost?" he repeats, voice low, teasing. "I let you win."

You snort. "Oh, surrre. And I’m the number one hero."

Katsuki leans in, close enough that you can see the mischief dancing in his crimson eyes. "Yeah, well," he mutters,

"You are my number one."

Your breath catches, your fingers tightening around the chains as heat blooms across your face. You look away, biting your lip.

"That was corny as hell."

He clicks his tongue. "Whatever." But you can see the smirk tugging at his lips as he lets go of the swing and takes the seat next to you.

For a moment, you both just sit there, the world fading away, the city lights twinkling in the distance. Then, you glance at him and murmur,

"I like this way more than the restaurant."

Katsuki exhales, his fingers flexing against the swing’s chains.

"Same."

Katsuki exhales, tilting his head back slightly as he swings, boots barely skimming the ground. You watch him for a moment, the way the park lights cast a golden hue over his skin, the sharp angles of his face softening in the cool night air. Then, without a word, he shifts forward on the swing and angles his head toward you.

"Hey," he mutters, voice quieter now. "Look."

You blink, sitting up straighter as he drops his chin and rakes a hand through his hair, pushing the blond strands back to reveal the freshly shaved undercut. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of your name, sharp and precise, carved into his blonde like it was always meant to be there.

Your heart stutters.

"No way."

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps his head lowered, waiting for your reaction like he’s bracing for impact. But all you do is lift a hand, fingertips ghosting over the etched letters. He shudders under your touch, and you grin, trailing your nails lightly over the buzzed hair, tracing each letter with reverence.

"You did this today?" you murmur, voice softer now.

He huffs.

"Yeah."

Your fingers linger a little longer before you shift closer, pressing your forehead against his. He exhales through his nose, shoulders visibly relaxing as your warmth sinks into him. His hands come up, gripping the chains of his swing tightly like he needs to ground himself.

"So," you whisper, the words brushing against his lips, "Should I do the same?"

Katsuki pulls back slightly, eyes flicking up to yours. "Tch. It’s your hair," he grumbles, "But I’d rather get you more of my merch than go cutting anythin' into it." You huff, lips twisting in playful disappointment.

"Lame answer, Suki."

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he tilts his head back again, eyes drifting up to the sky. You follow his gaze, watching the stars twinkle in the vast stretch of darkness. For a moment, neither of you speak. The world is quiet except for the distant hum of the city, the soft creak of the swings, and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Then, Katsuki shifts slightly, just enough that his pinky brushes against yours where your hands rest on the swing’s chain. It’s small, barely there, but it sends a warmth through your chest that rivals the stars above.

“Damn it, I am a grown woman!” you shout, frustration and flustered warmth bubbling over as you grab his pinky with your whole hand, locking him in your grip.

Katsuki barks out a laugh, the sound breaking through the quiet night, raw and unfiltered. His shoulders shake, eyes crinkling at the corners as he throws his head back in full-bodied amusement. You swear you can feel the vibration of his laughter in your chest.

Still grinning, he exhales through his nose and flexes his fingers in your grasp.

“Hey… can I just—” He hesitates for a beat, then his voice drops, almost sheepish.

“Lemme just hold your hand, yeah?”

You huff like it’s a grand request but nod anyway.

“You better keep holding it, even when you get sweaty.”

Katsuki snorts before swiftly wiping his palm against his pant leg.

“As you wish, princess” he grumbles, but then he’s threading his fingers through yours properly, interlocking them like it’s second nature. Like it’s always been meant to be this way.

And God, it feels good.

Feels right.

Like warmth spreading from your fingertips to the deepest parts of your chest. Like everything in the world finally clicked into place with one simple touch.

The two of you just sit there, breathing, hands locked together, letting the moment settle between you like a whispered secret. Then, slowly, inevitably, you both look at each other at the same time.

Your stomach plummets.

Your heart does the Cha Cha Slide—full-on electric slide to the left, right, crisscross, and a double-time stomp straight into a mess of feelings you don’t know how to handle.

Katsuki isn’t faring any better. His ears are blood red, the heat creeping down his neck. His grip on your hand tightens minutely, like he’s afraid to let go. Those old war wounds on his heart aren’t doing any better either but what's a little tachycardia in the name of true love?

His hand is so warm and so clammy, but neither of you move to separate.

You just stare at each other, wide-eyed and breathless, and hold on tighter.

Refusing to let go.

You squeeze his hand lightly, your thumb brushing over the rough callouses on his palm before you murmur, "Y'know… you really do pull off pink pretty damn well."

Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes, but you catch the way the corner of his lips twitch upward. "Thanks." He shifts on the swing, still holding your hand, eyes flicking between your face and the Ferris wheel in the distance.

"You—uh…" He clears his throat, voice dipping a little lower. "Your dress. I like it. The… vampire thing you got goin’ on."

You snicker, leaning into him with a playful nudge. "’S Gothic’’ or whatever the lady at the store said.”

Katsuki tilts his head, considering for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. That."

Conversation lulls into something easy and quiet, your fingers still laced together, swinging slightly with the motion of your legs. The park is mostly empty, save for the occasional couple strolling down the pathway, wrapped up in their own little world. Above you, the sky is vast and open, the moon hanging heavy among the twinkling stars, bathing everything in soft silver light.

Your hands start to swing back and forth naturally, a gentle rhythm forming between you, and you grin. "Wanna play 21 questions?"

Katsuki snorts. "Dumbass, you already started. That’s question one."

You gasp, playfully scandalized. "That does not count!"

"It absolutely counts."

You shoot him a look before humming in thought. "Fine. What’s your favorite parent memory?"

His thumb absentmindedly rubs against your knuckle as he thinks, his brows furrowing just slightly.

"Probably when I figured out my quirk for the first time. I nearly blew up the damn house. Scared the shit outta my mom." He smirks at the memory, and you laugh, already picturing it. "What ‘bout you?"

"Hmmm…" You swing your legs, leaning back slightly. "Probably when I got my first set of heels. My mom said they were too grown-up, but my dad let me have them anyway. I felt like a princess."

Katsuki hums, eyes flickering down to your baby pink wedge heels. "Guess it stuck, huh?"

You stick your tongue out at him. "Damn right it did."

And just like that, the game continues—questions and laughter traded back and forth, the rest of the world fading into the background. You ask him about his dream vacation (somewhere warm, quiet, and not filled with annoying extras), he asks you about your first celebrity crush (which you refuse to answer, claiming it’s classified information), and somewhere in between, the swings slow to a stop, and you’re both looking at each other with that soft, knowing kind of gaze that only soulmates share.

Then, like an unspoken challenge, you shoot up from your seat and dart toward the jungle gym.

"Bet I can get to the top before you!"

"Like hell you can!"

And suddenly, you’re running.

Through the cool night air, across the damp grass, your heels clicking against the ground as you sprint toward the monkey bars. Katsuki is right behind you, his laughter loud and unrestrained as he chases you like a predator hunting its prey. You dodge left, then right, before shrieking as his hands nearly snatch your waist.

"Too slow, old man!"

"What’d you just call me, you little shit—?!"

Before you know it, you’re both climbing the jungle gym, ducking behind slides, swinging off bars, and giggling like a couple of kids with no worries in the world. Katsuki nearly slips on the bridge, cursing up a storm as you cheer for his failure, only to yelp when he vaults over the rail and corners you at the top of the slide.

"Nowhere left to run, pretty girl."

"Who said I was running?"

Then you shove him down the slide.

Katsuki lets out a startled yell before tumbling down, hitting the ground with a thud. He stares up at the sky, blinking, as you double over laughing at the top of the playground.

"You’re dead," he growls, jumping to his feet, and you screech before flying down the slide after him, sprinting across the park once again.

But before he can grab you, the flash of red and blue lights catches your attention.

Both of you freeze.

A local police officer sits in his patrol car near the entrance of the park, flashing his headlights twice. It’s not an official warning, just a subtle little, “Alright, kids, time to wrap it up.”

You and Katsuki exchange a look before, in perfect sync, you bolt.

"Go, go, go—!"

He snatches your hand, leading you toward the Ferrari parked haphazardly on the curb. The second you’re both inside, he’s peeling out of the park, leaving nothing behind but tire marks and the sound of your shared laughter echoing through the empty streets.

"We are so getting arrested one day," you giggle, breathless, as you lean your head against the seat. Katsuki smirks, reaching over to squeeze your knee. "Not if they can’t catch us."

The city lights blur past as he drives, heading toward the only place that matters—home.

By the time you step into your apartment, you’re still catching your breath from laughing so hard. Your cheeks are warm, your hands are sore from gripping Katsuki’s the entire ride home, and your heart is still doing little somersaults in your chest.

Katsuki lingers by the door as you lock it behind him, his hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders still a little tense from the adrenaline of the night.

But then he looks at you—really looks at you, bathed in the golden glow of your living room lamp, your makeup slightly smudged from the wind, your dress shifting with your movements—and something in him eases.

His fingers brush against yours, grounding himself in the warmth of your skin. "Can I see your room?"

You raise a brow at the sudden request, amused. "Why?"

His eyes flicker to the hallway, then back to you. "‘Cause last time, I had to watch you through glass."

Your breath catches slightly, remembering that first night—the strip club, the hazy neon lights, the way his eyes never left you through the frosted glass as you danced, how you both connected before even realizing it. You nod, grabbing his wrist, and lead him down the hall.

Your bedroom is exactly as he imagined—soft, warm, you. The princess-style furniture, the early 2000s knickknacks, the plush bed with pink sheets, the iridescent heart-shaped bag gets tossed on the vanity. But what catches his attention is the changing divider standing in the corner, the same way it did that first night he came across your stream.

He steps forward, eyes tracing the delicate panels, and lifts a hand.

With the tip of his finger, he starts to trace a heart onto the surface—slow, deliberate.

Just like you did that night, pressed against the frosted glass of the club, your eyes meeting his through the hazy barrier.

But before he can finish, you reach forward and pull it away.

Katsuki barely has time to react before you step into his space, pressing your smaller hand against his. Your palm is warm, soft, slotting perfectly against his rougher one.

Then, without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his middle and hug him tight.

"This is what you wanted," you whisper against his chest.

Katsuki exhales, something inside him unraveling as he wraps his arms around you, pressing his chin to the top of your head.

"Yeah," he murmurs, holding you closer. "It is."

A song plays from your phone’s speaker, soft and familiar.

Loyalty.

The same song from that first night. The one that bound you together before either of you even realized what was happening. But this time, you’re not the one moving. Katsuki stands at the foot of your bed, rolling his shoulders, cracking his knuckles.

"Alright, princess. You had your turn. Now it’s mine."

Your brows lift. "You’re gonna dance for me?"

He clicks his tongue. "Fuck yeah I am."

You bite back a grin, settling onto your bed, crossing your legs as he steps forward.

The beat kicks in, and Katsuki starts to move.

It’s not perfect—his footwork is a little too heavy, his rhythm a little rough—but he’s feeling it. His hands glide over his waistcoat, his fingers curling into the lapels before sliding down his chest. He moves slow, deliberate, almost cocky, keeping his smoldering gaze locked onto yours.

Your breath stutters.

He steps closer, body rolling just enough to make your face burn, tilting his head like he owns the moment.

And he does.

Because this time, there’s no glass between you. No stage, no stares—just him, dancing for you, showing you what you’ve always made him feel. When the song ends, he stops right in front of you, breath steady, smirking.

"Tch. Bet you weren’t expecting that."

You blink, lips parted, before laughing. "I literally have no words right now."

Katsuki chuckles, reaching for your hand, pulling you up just enough for him to plop onto your bed, dragging you down with him.

And just like that, the teasing melts into something softer.

You curl into him, your head tucked beneath his chin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. He strokes a hand over your back, savoring the warmth of your body against his.

The TV flickers in the dimly lit room, playing some cheesy romance movie you both aren’t paying attention to. Instead, you talk—about everything, about nothing.

Until he shifts slightly, clearing his throat.

"When we get married would you get matching piercings with me?"

You blink, peeking up at him.

"Matching piercings?"

"Yeah. And a tattoo." He brushes his thumb against your wrist. "Ring finger and behind the ear. Thought about it a lot. Think your name’d look real pretty on me."

Your heart skips. "Oh?"

He grunts. "Been drawing some designs up. Just for us."

You grin.

"Like what?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for the drawing pad he left by your bed, flipping through pages before stopping and tilting it toward you.

A zentangle. Intricate, swirling patterns weaving together seamlessly, and at the very end of the design—a heart.

Just like the one you had once traced on glass.

Something swells in your chest, something too big to name, too warm to hold back. You cup his cheek, tracing your thumb over his skin, before whispering, "It’s perfect."

Katsuki exhales, pressing his forehead against yours.

Because that’s just what you are.

Katsuki inhales deeply, his forehead still pressed to yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you, grounding you. His hand finds your waist, his thumb brushing circles against the fabric of your dress, his breath fanning against your lips—close but not quite touching.

The weight of the night settles in. The laughter, the rush of running hand-in-hand, the feeling of being completely seen—no cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

"Y’know," he murmurs, voice low, steady,

"I loved you before I even knew you."

Your breath catches.

Katsuki pulls back just enough to look at you, his crimson eyes holding something fierce, something unwavering. "Back then,didn’t even know your name yet, but—fuck." He shakes his head, a small, breathless laugh slipping out. "You had me, princess. You had me from the start."

Your fingers trail up the nape of his neck, brushing the freshly etched letters of your name in his undercut. Your heart is pounding—so loud, you swear he can hear it—but you don’t care.

"Me too," you whisper.

"I loved you before I even knew you."

His lips part, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it back, like the confirmation of something he already knew still knocks the breath out of him.

Then, with no hesitation, he kisses you.

It’s slow—gentle—like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips, the way you sigh softly against him, the way your fingers fist into his skin like you never want to let go. Katsuki’s senses are flooded immediately with the scent of you and he’s basically drunk off that one kiss from you.

Who could blame him though?

You don’t.

When you finally part, your noses still brush, your breaths mingling.

"Gimme your hand," he mutters.

You do, and he turns it over, pressing his lips to the center of your palm before lacing his fingers with yours, holding on tight. He then places them right over his heavy beating heart that you love so much.

"Keep holding me," you whisper.

He grins, wiping his free hand against his pant leg before squeezing yours.

"Forever."

The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as you both sink into each other—wrapped up in warmth, in laughter, in the feeling of something solid, something certain.

Because this—this—is all you’ll ever need.

Loyalty

I DON'T OWN THE IMAGES!!!!

For Valentines day, I hosted a poll about the fic's I have cooking in the oven from my mha 'Fuck it, I got you,' series and this was the first winner. As promised, some info about the relationship between you and Kats.

Main fic in question: Loyalty. This story is about how you get broken up with by your asshole hero ex and accidentally meet Katsuki while working as a stripper. Hijinks ensue, (Like the ex tryin to kill you) and honestly, it's a good read (biased I know) and still ongoing. I like to imagine that this fic takes place afterwards.

The best way I could describe the relationship is that it's like you both met your soulmate and are now trying to figure out what to do because you're both shy people, but you do really like each other and would do anything for the other/feel so safe and complete.

Michelle is our best friend in the whole wide world and roommate. She's going to appear in the other AU's and is based on 3 of the closest women in the world to me. Everyone needs a Michelle. Our Lemon car is inspired by a comedy show and my own car. There is a running gag that Kats gets heart pain from loving you but it's a good thing. You and Kat have picked up each others speaking patterns without noticing.

The heart on the glass comes from this chapter.

I honestly feel like I could've done better on this fic but I think that's the nit-picky author part of my brain.

My master list is a work in progress but there's plenty more fic's and other characters if you request them. Ao3 is sexy too. (Full story can be found there and I will be updating soon.)

You can also tip me a coffee if you want.

Remember: Comments and likes, they really help. Don't be afraid to leave me a sexy little reblog too.

Stay tuned for the rest!! If you wanna be tagged, lemme know.

I promise I bite~

See you soon my loves!! <33

-Angie (✿^‿^)

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clairewritesfanfics · 7 hours ago

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Dragon!Sylus x Non-MC!Reader Part 1

Synopsis: A depressed, transmigrated fan dedicates their life worshipping their favorite character. (Because not everyone can be a badass like MC.)

Trigger Warnings: depression, mentions of self-harm and suicide attempts

Imagine being a depressed and overworked person, on the brink of throwing away your life, when your attempt is interrupted by an ad of Sylus' voice saying, "I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." Broken and alone, the words of a fictional character sends you to tears and you stop yourself from doing the unthinkable.

Finding hope again, if only in the brief moments spent playing a dating sim, you decided to give life a chance. You continued with the same routine, waking up, going to work, eating the same cheap meals from the convenience store and finding happiness with your favorite character. You used any spare money you had to buy Sylus merch and get all his cards. Life wasn't perfect, but you were content.

Until one day, you were sucked into a mysterious wormhole that transported you to a familiar, otherworldly room filled with rare metals, sparkling jewels and all sorts of weapons. Lying on a bed of velvet was a back all too familiar.

You’ve taken over a hundred photos of that back and have memorized every vein, every muscle, even the way the spine dipped oh so deliciously.

Was this heaven?

Did God take pity on your pathetic existence and decided to give you a second chance?

No, this was probably a dream–”Ow!” You pinched yourself a little too hard. Nope, not a dream.

You glanced at your hands and body, you were still you. In the game, this part is when the Main Character would attempt an assassination, but you weren’t the MC here. There is a chance–no, the chances of you dying here was as good as 99%. You had no powers, no system, skill or cheat to help you here.

But if you were going to die, at least you can go by your own terms.

“Um, excuse me? Hello?”

The dragon said nothing and you opted to crawl towards him. “Mister Dragon? Are you awake?” Knowing that death was almost certain, you decided to throw away all inhibitions and reached out to trace the curve of his spine. “Hello–!”

His cold, spiked tail wrapped around your waist until the tip rested on your chest. You couldn’t help but gasp when your favorite turned to face you.

No 3D rendered model or painting from your world could capture even a tenth of the true thing's magnificence. Official sources said he was 6'2", but the real thing looked like he surpassed two meters. He towered over you completely. Maybe it wasn' height alone but his very aura that made you feel so small.

He was so beautiful.

“My, what do we have here? A stray puppy?”

That voice was smooth and deep as melted chocolate. You wanted to thank God, Buddha, Satan and all other powerful entities for letting you witness this moment.

He stared down at you, assessing everything. If you had known you’d end up here you would’ve taken a bath and worn something better.

“How odd. You have no magic power and you lack any muscle that most assassins and warriors have. It’s almost as if you’re an ordinary person.”

Okay, ouch. But he wasn’t wrong.

You raised both hands. “You’re right, I’m as average as they come.”

“Then tell me what an ‘average’ citizen such as yourself wanted with me.”

You tilted your head in thought before answering, “I wanted to meet you.”

“Surely, you’re joking.”

“I’m perfectly serious.”

“You must take me for a fool.”

“No, I truly did want to meet you.”

“Why are you here? Surely, you didn’t come here to die.”

“No.” Though you were prepared. “I just wanted to see you.”

His eyes can pierce through any lie, but your gaze was as clear as a cloudless sky and without a trace of deception. He was unsure how to feel about this.

“You’re quite bold. But an ordinary person wanting to meet me for the sake of it feels too odd to be true. Quite stupid, even. Did it ever occur to you that I may not be so polite and just end up taking your heart?”

You raised your head, steady and unfearful as you asked, “Will taking my heart make you happy?”

You wanted to tell him that every part of you belonged to him now, but even you would cringe at such cheesiness. You decided to be normal about this. “If my organs will make you happy then take them, but I do have a request.” You wriggled closer. “When you take my heart, please look into my eyes until I die.”

You’ve met your favorite, your savior. In a way, Sylus gave you a second chance at life. It seemed only fitting to perish with him being the last thing you saw.

Sylus stared at you with guarded curiosity. “I’ve never met someone so eager to die before. Either that or you are an excellent liar.” Some humans are trickier than others, they will say anything to get the upper hand.

“Don’t get cocky, human.” His tail tightened around you. “I don’t know what you’re planning but it’d be all too easy to kill you.”

He expected you to resist, to scream or cry or seduce him.

Instead, you covered your mouth, the edges curling upwards despite your efforts to appear serious. But it’s not your fault, he’s so cute when he tries to be menacing! You had no doubt that he’d just kill an NPC, but he will always be attractive to you, even as he threatens to rip your heart out.

“This is no laughing matter. Dragons are territorial, you should’ve thought twice before trespassing into my domain.”

“Sy–ahem, Mister Dragon, please remember my request when you end my life.”

“... I’m really going to do it.”

“I know!” You nodded your head vigorously, the grin you tried so hard to suppress looked ridiculous to him. Compared to throwing yourself in front of a train or overdosing on pills, this was your ideal way to die.

“...”

“... tsk.” He released you and you can’t help but miss the feeling of his tail choking you. Oh, well.

“Mister Dragon?”

He returned to lying on his treasures, back turned away from you.

Not wanting him to think that you were going to backstab him, you got down on all fours and crawled towards his makeshift bed. “Sir Dragon?”

He remained silent.

"Amazing, extraordinary, most handsome and venerable Lord Dragon–”

"Just–” he sighed “–call me Sylus.”

“Really?!”

“This is the part where you tell me your name.” He couldn’t believe he was teaching etiquette to a human.

“Er, right.” You gave him your name. Though with that voice, he can call you whatever he wants.

“I won’t stop you so go back the way you came and leave me be.”

“I can’t.”

“This isn’t a request. Get out while I’m still being patient.”

“I mean, I literally can’t. I’m not from this place and I don’t know how to get back home.” To be frank, you had little interest in returning. Aside from the LADS update, you weren’t going to miss anything. No friends, no family, only superiors who took advantage of you and a cold, barren apartment with a rent that was two months due.

Sylus sighed and rolled over. He lay an arm over his torso, looking gorgeous as he looked at you with eyes full of disdain. “Trying to get me to pity you, isn’t going to work.”

“I’m not.” You didn’t need his or anybody else’s pity. You were simply tired, and you were sick of pretending that you weren’t. When Sylus does lose his temper, then at least you could be honest in your final moments.

To be continued...

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bitchface24-7 · 1 day ago

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I'm currently working my way through your everything with Arcane and I'm in love T.T

I was wondering if I could submit a Jayvik x Reader thing but pre-relationship? Reader is a hella shortstack, runs the local bakery, and is always making her two favorites try her new recipes. "After all, the way to a man's heart is through their stomach!" Is a phrase she lived by and is DEFINITELY employing with these two.

THE WAY TO A MANS HEART - JAYVIK X READER

synopsis: you own a small bakery that's been kicking up in popularity. Many citizens love your cooking, your baking, and your drinks; two patrons especially love your work. Good thing they're your favourites.

warnings: fluff, flirting, flusteredness, pre-relationship, caring and spoiling our two boys

genre: m/m/f or m/m/m

p.s. One of the ways I show I care for people is cooking/feeding/taking care of them. So this was a great submission. Time to make it our goal to spoil these men

Sales are booming, your bakery is popular, and everyday is a new adventure. You’re very thankful that you’re living the life of your dreams. You’re your own boss, you have amazing co-workers, you wake up when you want to, and you get to bake to your hearts content.

You also get to see two very attractive men almost every day, the Hextech duo Jayce and Viktor.

God, they make working even sweeter than your pastries. They're both gorgeous, even with their different attributes. Viktor is lean, lithe, and long-legged. Sharp facial features, smouldering eyes, and fluffy hair. Jayce is robust, tall, broad, with puppy dog eyes, and the cutest gap between his teeth.

You haven't had much time in your life to date, you've made it your life’s mission to open up your bakery, and now that that's happened, you don't really know what to do.

But they make your heart flutter, your face heat up, and honestly, they take up most space in your thoughts and dreams. So you've taken to using some well-known advice, advice we've all heard once in our lives;

The key to a man's heart is through his stomach.

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Another day, another dollar, especially when you hear the small tinkling of the bell above your bakery’s entrance.

Except these two customers get products on the house, even if they stuff the tip jar, or hide money in the fake plants scattered around the store.

The rhythmic thud of a cane and boisterous conversation give away who just came into your shop, it's Jayce and Viktor, how dearly you've missed them.

You whip around with a beaming grin, unable to hold back your excitement at seeing them.

“My boys! How're you doing today?” You say excitedly, a tray of pastries in your hand. The two men lightly smile at your excitement. Usually nowadays, people only want to talk to them about their work, how to climb the social ladder.

Not you.

You like talking and being around them for just being them. And they can't help but love you for it.

All the goodies and treats you make for them have officially gotten them wrapped around your finger. They're eating healthy, delicious meals, it's helped them with their attention span, their intelligence, hell it's even helped their sleep schedule.

“We’re doing well sweetheart. What about you?” Jayce teases as he leans against the counter, the muscles in his arm lightly flexed. You purse your lips lightly as you eye the handsome tan man. Viktor sniffs a small laugh at Jayce’s obvious flirtation.

Your voice is riddled with affection as you giggle, “I’m good. What about you two? How are the two most handsome men in all of Piltover doing?”

Jayce's face flusters deeply as he choked on an inhale at your blatant flirtation. You laugh heartily and Viktor just looks at the two of you fondly, “We’re good, until you attempted murder on my partner.”

“Shut up Viktor”

“Am I wrong?”

The two bicker a bit as you place the tray down and take the two best pastries off the tray to give to your two boys. Their argument stops when you casually place the sweets in front of them, alongside a sweet milk for Viktor and a lightly sweetened coffee for Jayce.

The two immediately grab their goods like little rats and indulge themselves in your talents and skill. They look like they're in heaven as they eat.

“How are you so good at this?!” Jayce asks, his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk, good thing he's cute, “My momma always told me the quickest way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I'm using her advice to get what I want.”

You wink over your shoulder as you go to leave the front of the store to take the tray to the back, in doing so you don't see Jayce too stunned to eat as Viktor casually sips on his sweet milk, “They don't see us like that, hmm?”

Jayce elbows Viktor lightly, a small grimace on his face, “Oh my god shut up.”

“You owe me twenty bucks.”

“I know, I know…”

“So… when’re we going to confess?”

At Viktor's question, Jayce looks to his partner and smiles, shifting his gaze to the backroom you just disappeared into, “Soon. Very soon.”

Viktor nods, “Good. I'd hate for someone to come out of nowhere and snatch them up.”

Jayce sputters and Viktor just casually continues to eat his pastry and sip his sweet milk.

He knows the best way to get what he wants. His momma taught him as well.

And he knows the best way to get what he wants out of Jayce is to get under his skin a little. Maybe now, he'll finally get the two people he's been mooning over.

Soon. Very soon.

Thank god. He's been getting impatient.

Oh I’d love to spoil them, they deserve it after everything they went through! My poor boys 😭

#submission #arcane #viktor arcane #jayce talis #arcane x reader #arcane imagine #jayvik x reader #fem!reader #male!reader #gender neutral reader #banners by cafekitsune

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iamhereinthebg · 1 day ago

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Heya Anon!

Tbh I don't really know, Akane is a character who has been dealing with a thousand death flags leading to nothing since his most serious appareance in the manga. And this new timeline is not an exception.

Especially since we know that Kako and Mirai gave him 'You have to try to stay alive' rule as one of his duties

Implying that it is dangerous to altern the past and be the Clock Keeper of the Present, that they have to stay alive to make sure everything goes according to plan.

It also ties to my theory that Akane is the first human clock keeper of the present; Because after all if Kako and Mirai have been asleep since they changed the past in this new timeline, they couldn't have chosen anyone during 1968 and the current events in the manga (2015).

Akane is the only person who is directly coming from a different timeline even compared to Nene and Teru who just remember the stuff from the previous one, being on a time limit before their memories are erased. Akane brought along with him the fact that he is a clock keepers and mystery n°1, something he couldn't be in this new timeline in the first place since both of them don't exist.

But I digress.

Akane has been a little bit different since they came back from the boundary closest to the far shore. It's not that surprising with how much the previous arc must have taken a toll on him. Understanding that Aoi wanted to die, losing her, being impaled, having Teru confirming that he will lose years of his lifespan by turning back human too soon, being beaten up twice by number 6, etc...

Akane is like Kou and Nene on this point, a character who wants to do a lot, but is always a step behind when it comes to supernaturals. And like the other two, it is starting to show in his attitude.

Akane has been shown more unsure of his choices and of his opinions when it's something that never posed him a problem before. He is more scared of Teru (when he knows the exorcist by now) and of being hurt in general,. Something he hasn't showed as much before, liking and enjoying life of course, but never being afraid to be in the first line even if it meant being hurt; Now he acts like he is truly scared of dying.

And he lets things involving Aoi not being his first priority. Refusing to listen to Natsuhiko plan to even try to heal her. Akane has always been showed to be really proactive anyways, that's one of his main character trait. So seeing that he is putting something for a later date and it involves Aoi can be seen as a little bit strange. Akane still loves her deeply and all but he seems to have other plans now, which we learn later in the clock keeper arc. He is not even looking at her directly, having an air of melancholy when he announces he will heal her but not now

That's more of a stretch now, but I think it's pretty safe to assume that Akane has known since a long time what it meant to be the clock keeper of the present, that they had the power to change the timeline. But nothing special has been happening to make the clock keepers take this drastic decision, especially since we know that nothing has been ever changed since the Yugi Twins 4th birthday at least. Which is why he probably never thought about it before. But now that he knows the school mysteries are more important, not just dangerous supernaturals but are protecting the land, and that Hanako has been destroying the yorishiros (which to me, seem to be the seals to keep away the God from the pit/the God Sumire was supposed to marry) he seems to be more aware of this duty in general.

Or if he was made aware of it recently anyways, it's something that the clock keepers must have brought up before the fall festival, being something that even someone as 'Carpe Diem, it is what it is' Aoi Akane may not be able to entirely ignore.

He has been forced A LOT in his role lately too and he clearly doesn't really like it, even if he is good at it.

He finally say 'we' when talking about the clock keepers, and consider even himself as the biggest threat of the school. He doesn't know what to think directly of the supernaturals or seven mysteries now. Knowing that they have an important role to fulfill but still not trusting them at all, knowing of their dangerous tendencies to hurt humans. He can't even look Teru in the eyes when he asks him if the clock keepers are planning to change the timeline over and over again. His feelings for the clock keepers being clearly a difficult case for him to tackle down even if he pretends it's not.

I always said this kinda as a joke, that Akane had the role of a Chosen One but went 'fck no' with it. But I think that it really is this kind of stuff now. Like for Nene who is 'the Kannagi' of the current time and get to make choices and stuff she doesn't want to do. Akane is the same with his role as the clock keeper of the present. Because no matter what he says, he kinda has accepted this fate now, preferring to know what is happening (since he realizes how ignorant he was in the "to the far shore" arc), and having a way to be able to change things. Sacrifying his chance to be 'a normal student'.

But he is not happy with any of it, being the one on the front row to endure all of the supernaturals choices, even knowing that if they don't change back the timeline, he will be the last one to remember. And as said previously, he is now a part of it! He is of course still more human than supernatural but he still acknowledges his role way more than before. Akane hates the way supernaturals work and now what he is doing? Being one of the reason the world is in this state. Of course it's taking a toll on him.

Of course, he doesn't accept everything right away, like Aoi's engagement, it's at first played for jokes but even then, it's understandable with how far their relationship evolved in the previous timeline. He is now thrown into the role of 'the childhood friend who never stood a chance in the first place'. I do think he has a right to be a little bit upset

But after understanding that technically, it's not that much of a big deals in the current events of everything else, since at first most people seems okay, he goes right away to do what the clock keepers asked him to do. Even going to go ask for Teru's help when he knows how much he destroyed his trust.

To finish this long stuff, I think the real big ''death flags' for what is happening right now is of course the fact that he got cursed by the red house (which is a supernatural who has already tried to fool him in the og timeline btw) .

And that there is a chance, like said earlier, that there is only one Akane like him for now, and that he could get stuck here or at least not coming back entirely as the Aoi Akane we knew in the manga (a chance for him to become a full supernatural for example, to be forever now the clock keeper of the present) But for this tbh we don't know a lot it's really more speculation because we know nothing of what could happen to him particulary.

My fav 'suspicious af thing he said' for now in the new timeline is this.

The official translation goes " .. And will love my whole life to the day I die and even beyond that."

When he starts the manga with this.

With the same belief than Hanako that 'death is the end' and now he is considering the After Death, with everything he saw of course, but specifically for him in this case.

Bonus: a thing that is apparently confirmed to be a lie, or he can bend the rules, but he didn't say this in front of Teru and Nene the first time.

And something that I truly think he doesn't know anything about too (my brain truly think Kako and Mirai choose him, and I have some delulu proofs but I digress) Akane do not know sht about the clock keepers and especially doesn't see when people show clear interest in him

#toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #jshk #aoi akane #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jibaku shonen hanako kun #this thing is biased af I know #it's all over the place but I had fun writing this ahah #this whole thing is also why I kinda wanna dig into my canon divergent au now too #to explore some stuff yay #I have a lot of problems with the new arc in general since like chap 100 lol #but I don't wanna tackle down them for now #I still like the clock keepers a lot even if AidaIro says fuck them in particular in terms of choices #thanks for the ask Anon!#I kinda wanna write the big stuff for the clock keepers now #idk if I really answered the question #it's half delulu half what I remember lol #it's pretty short considering everything I talked about #I didn't go into details into a lot of things so don't hesitate if it's not that clear dshdjs #been a while since I did that too yay #tbhk analysis #ig #mirai tbhk #kako tbhk #the three clock keepers #asks

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sturniolohohoho · 3 days ago

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Behind Closed Doors

sweet!matt x reader blurb??

summary: you get into a fight with matt about the fact that he's kept your relationship under wraps for a year

c/w: angst, fluff, cuddling, swearing, kissing, yelling and fighting

dividers by @anitalenia here

You stir a pot of pasta mindlessly in your kitchen, awaiting Matt’s return. Looking up at the oven clock, it reads 12:32 AM. He was late coming home. Again. Scrolling through instagram, you pause at a video captioned “Matt Sturniolo is my man 😍😍. new fanfic on tumblr!!!”

You knew it was just some random fan, but every bone in your body wanted to comment. You wish you could tell the world that he was yours, and only yours. That he was the thing you most cherished and loved in your world. But you knew that it couldn’t happen. Despite the several long arguments you had with Matt, he didn’t want to make it public.

You sigh, shutting off your phone just as you hear the sound of keys at the door. The door cracks open and in walks Matt. You walk over to him, a big smile on your face, taking his jacket and bag away. He looks tired, but the hearty pasta and a kiss will probably rejuvenate him.

“Hey baby! I made pasta for you for dinner, come on, sit down.” He gives you a tight lipped smile, walks over to the kitchen table sitting down with a sigh. You eye him nervously as you set the plates.

“You good Matt? You came home pretty late…” His eyes snap up, immediately becoming defensive. “Relax okay? I was just out, it was a really long day today.” You’re taken a little aback by his reaction, but you ignore it, pushing the feeling down.

“Well good thing you’re home now,” you say, sitting down next to him to eat. He nods quietly. “I just saw the most ridiculous post on insta, someone promoting some fanfic of you. Sometimes I wish I could just comment “He’s mine!” y’know?”

“Well you can’t.” He replies sharply. “I don’t want to have this conversation again. I’m exhausted and my answer isn't going to change. We’re not dating publicly, you’re not filming content with us.” He gets up to leave, pasta only half done. “I’m going to sleep.” You listen to him walk away, his footsteps receding up the stairs. You feel tears pooling up in your eyes and dripping into your bowl, onto the pasta you made for him.

1 year. You had been together for exactly 1 year. Today was your anniversary, and he had forgotten about it. Like a rubber band, all your self control snapped, you stood up, taking both of your bowls and slamming them onto the kitchen counter. You nearly run up the stairs into Matt’s room swinging the door open. He’s in his bed, wide awake, scrolling on his phone. He looks up at you startled but mostly annoyed.

“Wha–” You interrupt him. “NO. NO, MATT. This is not okay. You can’t keep hiding me from the public, keeping me at home like I’m just your bitch that cooks and loves when you want me to.” He gets up, temper flaring.

“What the FUCK are you talking about? This isn’t about that. I’m not hiding you, I’m protecting you. I’m protecting us from the world.”

“FUCK THAT, CHRIS. You haven’t taken me out in weeks out of fear of being recognized. You’ve been coming home late every night, taking me for fucking granted. You know today was our 1 year anniversary, right?” You see a glimmer of regret in his eyes.

“One entire fucking year and you still don’t care about me enough to introduce me to your online life. Have you ever thought of MY YouTube career? My channel could be BLOWING UP if you even just let me show up in one of your videos, even just a TikTok. This isn’t about protecting “us”, you’re being selfish” Tears streamed down your face as you struggled to get the words out, each one heavier than the last.

“I’ve been busting my ass for this. For us. And you’ve been too busy hiding me away, like I’m some dirty little secret. You know what? I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep sacrificing everything for a relationship that you aren’t even willing to put your full heart into. I deserve someone who sees me, who wants to share their life with me. If you can’t do that, then maybe it’s time I start thinking about me for once. Maybe it’s time I leave.”

He just sits there, frozen, eyes glazed over. You can’t tell at all what he’s thinking. You back out of his room, wiping the tears off your face. “Think about it, Matt,” you whisper, before you close the door and walk over to your room to collapse on the bed.

Hours pass by of you sleeping, waking up, crying, then going back to sleep. Your pillow is tear stained and your face is salty. Finally, you hear a knock on the door.

“Can I come in?” You don’t respond just laying there motionless. Matt cracks the door open, walking into your room slowly, and closing the door behind him. He looks like he’s been crying too, eyes and cheeks red. He sits on the bed next to you, reaching his hand out to smooth your hair. He stays there for a couple minutes, just playing with your hair, biting the inside of his cheek.

“Baby, I thought about what you said,” he says in a quiet voice. You raise your eyes to meet him, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.

“You… you are the most important person in my life, sweetheart.” He pauses, taking a deep breath. “And I can’t believe I let my own selfishness about the complexity of dating publicly hurt us. I can’t lose you. I love you so much. I-” he chokes up. “–can’t lose you” Tears pool in your eyes as you lunge forwards to wrap your arms around Matt. “I’ll make the post tomorrow morning. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, I’ll do anything. Please”

You bury your face against his chest, listening to his heart beating quickly. You let out a deep sigh, melting into his arms. “I forgive you, Matt. I just- I can’t live without you.”

He pulls you closer, his arms tight around you as if he's afraid to let go. His lips press softly into your hair, and you breathe in his scent, letting it calm your racing heart. “I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he whispers, his voice hoarse.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, wiping away a few lingering tears. "I love you too," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The tension of the past few hours seems to melt away.

Matt smiles softly, brushing his thumb gently against your cheek. “How about we make the rest of this year the best one yet? I’ll be the guy who shows you off to the world. I’ll let you be a part of all of it—because you deserve that and more.”

Your heart swells, a mix of relief and joy flooding you. "Promise?"

“I promise," he says, his words sincere. “I’ve got you, always.”

a/n: all done!!! This is my first angst fic and I like it i thinkk. I probably wont make it a series and i dont have much to say so thanks for reading!

suggestions and criticism greatly appreciated, requests VERY OPEN <33 love youu

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atleastpleasetelephone · 1 day ago

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Little Darling - a year later

A/N: Well I guess none of you were expecting more Little Darling - I certainly wasn't expecting to write any more! But here's a fluffy little bit for @fluffbruary - taking the prompt hands although I think that was for about 7 days ago!

Little Darling masterlist is here.

Pairing: Old Man!Elvis x OC - Tegan

Word count: 812

TWs: None! Pure fluff and a little kiss!

Tegan almost falls into Elvis’ arms at the end of the training session, she’s so tired. She usually tries to keep a sensible distance from teacher, so she doesn’t get accused of getting special treatment by her classmates, but today’s lesson has been punishing. Probably her own fault for having a few weeks off really, having too much fun celebrating her anniversary with Elvis, but it’s really taken it out of her.

“Well done today, honey,” he coos at her as he leads her over to the bench at the side of the room. “Ya look beat.”

She groans, taking her belt off and looking about for her things. “Remind me to never take three weeks off in a row again.”

He chuckles. “My fault, Tegan bach. Takin’ ya away on fancy vacations.”

Pulling on her socks and shoes, she looks around as the hall slowly empties, students waving as they leave. Elvis waves back, dropping the odd comment about how well someone is doing, how their kicks are coming along nicely or that they’re really getting the hang of the kata they’ve been learning. Tegan smiles to herself. He always has a kind word for everyone, no matter how long they’ve been there or how terrible they still might be at karate. It’s one of the things she loves about him the most.

She leans her head on his shoulder as the last person leaves. “Mmmm. Yeah it was a good holiday though. I’d like to be back in the Bahamas right now.”

Elvis turns a little to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Me too.”

Tegan sighs softly and closes her eyes for a minute. Her muscles are aching already.

Elvis looks down at her lovingly. He’s been thinking lately that maybe he should stop teaching entirely, leave the Karate schools to Lisa or someone who wants to manage them, and take Tegan away to live somewhere tropical and beachy permanently. He’s not getting any younger. The more he sits here, in rainy Memphis, the more appealing the idea becomes. His eyes drift down to her hands, both resting on one of his thighs, and he notices the cuts and bruises there. Scooping them up one at a time, he starts to press gentle kisses to her knuckles. Her eyes flutter open again.

“Oh!” She exclaims, softly. Not even realising her hands were damaged, she suddenly feels a little overwhelmed at his tenderness.

“Sore, baby?” He looks up at her with those beautiful blue eyes and she feels like she could melt right there on the spot. Idly wondering if she’ll ever get over how beautiful he is.

“Little bit.”

He smiles against her skin. “Am I helping?”

“Always.”

Finishing his ministrations, he carefully replaces her hands and then cups her cheek gently, looking into her eyes with a seriousness that makes her stomach twist.

“I know ya love ya job, an’ yer apartment,” he begins. “But uh… that vacation jus’ made me think… I'm gettin’ old, Tegan bach, an’ I don't wanna live out the rest a my days here,” he gestures around to the empty hall, “teachin’ like this. I uh… I wanna retire an’ take ya somewhere warm ta live. Nice beach somewhere.”

His eyes shift around nervously. He knows how much she likes her life now, and values her independence. But he's been thinking this way for a while now. The vacation had just solidified the decision.

Tegan bites her lip. The vacation had made her reevaluate a few things too. Part of her had been scared that despite everything they’d been through they wouldn’t last a year, and when they did and their relationship seemed stronger than ever, she had started to wonder just how long Elvis could keep up the travel related to managing the business. And how much she wanted to be away from him, insisting on keeping her job in case things went wrong.

“Yeah I do love both of those things,” she replies. His face falls a little so she continues quickly, “but I love you more, ‘raur. And if you want to retire and take me to live on a beach with you… I think I can probably manage.”

His lips curl into that cute lopsided grin and his hand slips to cradle the back of her head. “Are ya sure?”

“Am I sure I want to live on a beach with the love of my life? Yeah I'm sure.”

“Oh honey I love ya so much,” he mumbles, as he presses his lips against hers.

“I love you too, cariad,” she replies, a little breathless from the passion of the kiss they’d just shared. “I don’t want to waste any more time apart. Let’s go home and figure out which Caribbean island we want to spend the rest of our days on.”

Elvis chuckles. “I can’t wait, baby.”

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janicho88 · 3 days ago

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Know When To Let Go Part 1

Pairing- Dean, x Female!Reader.

Word count- 3,889

Warnings- A lot of ANGST, Dean is a bit of jerk, fighting,

Summary- You almost lost Dean to a heart attack, now after one phone call there is another threat from the past that could come between you two.

A/N-I know this isn't one of my ongoing series, but this has been in my drafts for years. The first 2 parts are a rewrite of the Route 66 episode. I'm trying to get back into writing, I promise. It's been so long since I've posted, I'm not even sure what to use for a taglist so I'm going off the last Forever tag list. If you would like to be removed let me know. Not Beta'd, all mistakes are mine

Sitting in the back of Baby, you think back on this last week, it was one of the worst of your life. During the last hunt Dean had been electrocuted which led to him having a heart attack. Doctors didn’t give him much time, you and Sam worked like crazy looking for some way to save him. Finally, Sam found a faith healer, which turned into another case on its own. Now, Dean was in the motel room saying goodbye to the chick he met on this job. Sam was kind enough to bring her back to talk to Dean. No, you weren’t jealous at all, but does he seriously have to meet a girl in every town you stop in?

Your parents had been hunters and would drop you off at Bobby’s, which is where you met Sam and Dean as kids. Dean was a year older, and had taken you under his wing. When you were twelve, your parents never made it back from a hunt. You lived with Bobby until you turned 18, then you started hunting with the Winchester instead of researching at Bobby’s. Sam was like a little brother to you, even if he shot up taller than all of you. Dean was your best friend and as you grew up, he was the man who stole your heart. You never saw him sharing those feelings so you kept them bottled up. This left you standing by and watching, the constant hookups and flirting breaking your heart a little more each time. Sam has known since you were kids there was something between you and Dean, and often pushes you to tell his brother. You could never bring yourself to do it, and in turn, lose Dean altogether.

You were there for Dean through everything, the rough hunts, Sam leaving for Stanford, fights with his dad, then John disappearing a few months ago which led to picking up Sam who then lost Jess. You couldn’t imagine what losing Dean last week would have done to you. When he was in the hospital, you came close to telling him how you felt when he was holding you next to him in the tiny hospital bed. The two of you had gotten fairly close over the last case, but once again someone else had caught his eye.

The three of you stop at a gas station when Dean gets a phone call and walks off. Sam is standing next to the car looking over a map to plan your route to Pennsylvania, where your next case is. Dean starts heading back to the car putting his phone away.

“I think I found a way we can bypass that construction just east of here. We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought,” Sam calls out.

Dean looks out over the car before turning to the two of you, “Problem is, we’re not going to Pennsylvania”

You and Sam look at each other before looking at Dean. “Where are we going then?” You ask.

“I got a call from an, uh, old friend. Her father was killed last night, thinks it might be our kind of thing.”

“What? Who’s the friend?” Sam wanted to know.

“Listen, trust me on this, she never woulda called, never, if she didn’t need us.”

There is a sinking feeling in your stomach, “who is the friend Dean?” He just ignores you and hops in the car.

As you were driving Sam again tries to get Dean to tell him who the old friend is. You are headed to Mississippi, which gives you a pretty good idea of who this friend is and you are livid.

Dean finally says the name you are dreading, Cassie. You had been traveling with Dean when he met her in Ohio, and they had gone out for a few weeks. You didn’t like her then and you really didn’t like her the night Dean came back to the hotel drunk and heartbroken because she ended things. She was a stuck up snob, she absolutely crushed Dean.

“She actually had the nerve to call you and ask for help?” you exclaim. Unfeaking believable, and apparently Dean is still pretending he can’t hear you.

“You never mentioned her before,” Sam is telling Dean.

“Really?” When Sam just looks at him Dean continues, “ Yeah, we went out.”

“Like more than one night? You actually dated somebody?”

“What are you not getting here? Dad, Y/N, and I were working a job in Ohio, she was in college.

We went out for a couple of weeks.”

“What happened between you guys?”

“Drop it Sam,” you really didn’t want to dig up this part of the past.

“Was there more going on?” The dense man kept pushing.

“Yeah, they went out. She was a bitch, they broke up, it broke his heart, and I had to fix her mess.”

“Knock it off, Y/N. That was years ago, and in the past.” Now he acknowledges you, just to defend her. He couldn’t still have feelings for her could he?

“Okay. So I’m sorry about her dad, but why would she call you if he was in a car accident? Not really our kinda thing?” It took Sam a minute, “wait, does she know what we do?” Dean didn’t answer staring ahead. “Dude, you didn’t?”

“He actually told the bitch what we really do, Sam.”

“Watch it Y/N.” Dean gives you a glare through the rearview mirror, and you give one right back.

Sam looks at you curiously. You aren’t usually one for hate unless they deserve it.

“Wait. You told her. You told her our secret! Our big family number one rule, we do what we do and we shut up about it. I never said a word about it to Jess for over a year and a half, instead I lied to her. But you tell some girl you only knew a few weeks, everything.” Dean still didn’t answer, just looking straight ahead. “Dean!”

“Yeah, looks like.” He just pushed down on the accelerator ignoring Sam’s bitchface.

“Witch, didn’t deserve to know anything,” you muttered under your breath. Judging by the glare Dean sends back he still heard you.

There isn’t much talking between any of you after that. You arrive in town and Dean parks near the newspaper building and quickly exits the car. Guess she told him where she works.

Walking inside you see three people arguing and unfortunately recognize one of them as Cassie. One of the men leaves and the other walks away when Cassie turns to face the three of you, giving Dean a grin and calling out his name. Dean gives her a small grin. Why is she so happy? She's the one who dumped him. Oh she just made you fuming mad.

“Hey Cassie.” She doesn’t say anything and they just stare at each other before Dean continues. “This is my brother Sam, and you remember Y/N.”

You would be pretty shocked if she didn’t remember you. After calming Dean down and he finally passed out that night, you went to her apartment and bitched her out. Which is probably why she smiled at Sam and ignored you.

“I’m sorry bout your dad,” Dean started.

“Yeah, Me too,” she answers.

Well, she does talk. This staring is driving you nuts. “You called Cassie, apparently you think you need our help.”

“I didn’t know you would still be around.” She quickly glances at you before going back to Dean, “Maybe we should go somewhere else.”

“Well, I don’t desert the people I care about.”

Dean glares at you as everyone leaves the building and walks back to the Impala to follow her to her mother’s house. When she gets in her car Dean grabs your arm stopping you. “That’s enough out of you! You don’t have to be such a bitch, you know.”

He climbs behind the wheel of Baby, and you roll your eyes before sliding in yourself.

Cassie brings out tea when you arrive, she settles down close to Dean. She tells you all how her mother has been in bad shape, so she was staying at the house with her. She has been very nervous lately and worried about her husband. When Dean asks why, Cassie mentions her dad had been scared and seeing things, like an awful-looking black truck following him. Sam interrupts to ask who the driver was, but apparently her dad never mentioned one. The truck was always appearing and disappearing. Her father’s car had been dented in the accident, and it looks like something big.

You’ve been watching Dean, and have to hide a laugh when he is giving his tea a weird look before quickly putting it aside on the table. You turn your attention back to what Cassie is saying. The sooner you solve this, the sooner you can leave this town.

“Dad sold cars, and was always driving a new one. There wasn’t a scratch on it before the accident. It was raining hard that night, and mud was everywhere. There was one distinct set of muddy tracks which led from dad’s car to the edge where he went over.” She paused trying to gain control of her emotions, “only his tracks.”

“The first accident, he was a friend of your father’s?” Dean asks her.

“Yes, Clayton Soames, they were best friends, and owned the dealership together. Same thing, a dent, no tracks, and the cops said he lost control too.”

Dean wants to know if she has any thoughts on why the two men would have been targets, but she doesn’t. Then Sam asks her if she thought it was the vanishing truck her dad saw.

“When you say it out loud like that, listen, I’m a bit skeptical about this… ghost stuff… or whatever it is you guys do.”

“Skeptical? If I remember right you said I was nuts.”

“If you don’t believe it, why did you bother calling Cassie?” You cut in after Dean. Getting another glare from the man.

“That was back then, I just can’t explain what happened so I called you.” Her and Dean are back to staring at each other, I just might be sick you think.

“Excuse us a second,” Dean gets up and grabs your arm, pulling you out of your seat across from him and to the corner of the room. “If you aren’t actually going to be any help you can leave, and go wait in the car.”

Before you can reply, Cassie’s mom walks in and she gets up to talk to her. Dean walks away leaving you standing alone. She introduces Dean as a friend from college and Sam as his sibling, you get nothing. Sam sees you hurry outside trying to hide the tears in your eyes, he knows Dean’s behavior has to be getting to you. Excusing himself he follows you outside.

“Sam, you are always telling me I need to be honest with Dean about my feelings. This is why I can’t, he’ll choose some chick who hurt him over me, the person who has been there for him for over 15 years.” Dean comes out and you turn away from him quickly.

“I don’t understand what your problem is, but that was unnecessary,” he snaps at you.

The three of you head back to the motel shortly. It is a quiet ride back, you and Dean aren’t speaking to one another, and Sam doesn’t want to get either of you going. Usually, you share a bed with Dean, but that isn’t going to happen tonight. At least the room has a couch, as bad as it looks it is still better than the floor.

Early the next morning Dean’s phone rang waking you up from the little sleep you had gotten. It’s Cassie, apparently someone else died during the night, same way as the others. Dean is hurrying both you and Sam to get ready and out the door. When you arrive at the scene Cassie is talking to one of the men from yesterday. Dean is quick to walk over, you and Sam following behind.

“Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy’s car, see if it was pushed?”

The man looked at Dean then back to Cassie, “Who is this?”

“Dean and Sam Winchester, and… his friend Y/N, they’re family friends. This is Mayor Harold Todd.”

“There is one set of tracks, just one. Nothing points to foul play here.”

“Mayor, the police, officials, everyone is taking their cues from you, if you are indifferent about this then..”

“Indifferent!” He interrupts her

“Mayor, would you close the road if the victims were white?”

“Are you suggesting I’m racist Cassie, I’m the last person you should talk to like that.”

When Cassie tries to find out why, he just tells her to ask her mother and walks away.

From there Dean drives you all back to the motel room to change into fed clothes. While in the bathroom getting ready you can hear the boys talking, well Sam at least trying to get information from Dean about Cassie

“I’ll say this for her, she’s fearless,” Sam starts, Dean just humming. “I bet she kicked your ass a few times. It’s interesting you guys never look at each other at the same time. You look when she isn’t and she checks you out when you aren’t. It’s an interesting observation you know, in an observationally interesting way.”

Just shut-up about her Sam, you think to yourself. “You think we might have more pressing issues here?” Dean finally responds.

“Hey, if I’m hitting a nerve.”

“Y/N, hurry up we��re leaving, let’s go,” Dean yells for you.

You leave for the docks to talk to a few guys who are friends of the victims, Cassie has mentioned they would be there having lunch.

“Excuse me. Are you Ron Stubbins?” You asked, reaching the two men first. When he nods, Dean takes over talking.

“You were friends with Jimmy Anderson?”

“Who wants to know?” Ron counters.

“We’re with Mr. Anderson’s insurance company, got to dot the I’s and cross some T’s.”

“We were just wondering if the deceased had mentioned any unusual experiences recently?” Sam cut in.

The men are looking at the three of you funny so you step in, “Well visions, hallucinations. It’s part of a medical examination kind of thing. This is all standard.”

“It takes three of you to come down? What company did you say you were with?”

“I’m new, these guys are training me.”

“All National Mutual,” Dean cut in. “Can you tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? A big black truck?”

“What the hell are you all talking about? You even speaking English?” Ron asks.

“Son this truck, is it a big scary monster looking thing?” The man with Ron cut in.

“Yeah, actually, I think so.” Dean answers him. The man just nods. “What about it?”

“I’ve heard of a truck like that,” he finally answers..

That gets Sam’s attention, “You have, Where?”

“Not a where, but a when, son. Back in the ‘60’s there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes they disappeared in a big, nasty, black truck.”

“Did they ever catch the guy?” Dean wants to know.

“No, never found him. Hell, not sure if they even really looked. See there was a time, this town wasn’t too friendly to all its citizens.”

“Thank you for your time,” you tell the men as the three of you turn to walk back to the Impala.

The guys start talking while you follow behind.

“This truck,” Dean starts.

“Keeps coming up doesn't it?” Sam fills in.

“You know, I was thinking. You heard of the flying dutchman?” Dean asks his brother.

“That ghost ship? It was infused with the captain’s evil spirit, and basically part of him.”

“What if this is like the same thing here? You know, a phantom truck, an extension of some bastard’s ghost, that is re-enacting past crimes?”

“Could be, the victims have all been black men.”

“It’s more than that, everything seems to be connected to Cassie and her family.”

“It’s all, all about Cassie,” you mutter under your breath, but apparently not low enough again.

“What is your deal?” Dean turns to you, “you have been a nag ever since I told you we were coming here! All these stupid little comments. What the hell is your problem?”

“You really have to ask me what my problem is? You are so blinded by what you once felt for her. I was there with you Dean, when things ended, I know how much she hurt you. I absolutely hate her, and so did you before yesterday.”

“She hurt me, me, not you. I never asked for you to help me, it’s not up to you how I handle this. My life doesn’t concern you, stay out of it! Grow up Y/N, I’m sick and tired of your attitude.”

“Maybe it’s just time I did get out of it. If I’m gone then I can’t interfere in your life anymore.”

“Maybe that would be a great idea. I’m over the way you’ve been lately.”

“Fine, after this case, I’m out of your hair.”

“Best thing you’ve said all case.”

“Alright guys, let’s just calm down,” Sam tries to intervene before it blows up, turning to Dean, “you go work that angle with Cassie and her family, talk to her”

“Yeah, I will.” Dean throws a glare your way when he answers.

“You might also wanna mention that other thing.”

“What other thing?”

“The unfinished business between you two. Dean, what is going on between you?”

You can’t listen so you walk away to calm yourself down.

“Maybe, we were a bit more involved than I said before.” Sam just stares at him. “Okay so a lot more. I told her our secret, what’s out there and what we do. I shouldn’t have.”

“Come on man, everyone needs to open up to someone at some point.”

“No, I don’t. It was stupid of me to get that close. Just look how it ended.”

“Is that what’s wrong with Y/N? How bad this thing ended with you and Cassie?”

“I don’t know what the hell her problem is, but she needs to get over it fast.”

“Did you love her?”

“Y/N? She’s my best friend, dude I can’t.”

“I meant Cassie, but good to know your mind goes there first.”

“No, didn’t. I’m leaving.”

“You did love her, and you dumped her.” Sam watches Dean for a minute, “Wait, she dumped you?”

Dean walked over to the Impala’s door, “Just get in the car, get in the car.”

“What about Y/N?” Sam asks, getting in and looking around for you.

“She can walk back, maybe it will cool her down.”

You walked around the corner trying to calm yourself down and keep the tears at bay. When you are turning to go back you see the Impala speed by. They seriously left you here? Dean really did want you gone. Looking down, you are glad you didn’t grab the heeled shoes, at least this pair wasn't awful for walking.

You turn back around and start the thirty minute walk to the motel. This time you can’t stop the tears from falling. You have loved Dean for years, and been his best friend even longer. You want to be there for Dean. You were best friends, wasn’t that how it was supposed to be? If you are honest with yourself, you would know it was more than that, he was it for you. It was clear lately, you're not the one for him. Apparently you mean nothing to him. Years ago, when he was hurt by Cassie, he changed and didn’t let anyone, even you get as close as he used to. Maybe you should get your own room tonight, and start adjusting to being on your own. This case couldn’t wrap up fast enough for you to get out of this town.

You arrive back at the motel and the Impala is nowhere to be seen. Either they aren’t back yet, or Dean dropped Sam off and went to her. Heading to the room you plan to grab your things and get another room. Opening the door you think you are alone, until Sam walks out of the bathroom.

“Y/N, I’m glad you’re back, I’m sorry Dean left without you.”

“Don’t worry about it Sam, he obviously isn’t.

”

“What is going on with you two?”

“I think we have just had enough of each other.”

“It’s more than that.”

You let out a sigh before turning to sit on the bed. “Dean doesn’t think straight around Cassie, he never has. I don’t want to see him hurt again, because I know she will. He changed the minute he got her call.”

“When are you going to tell my brother you are in love with him?”

“I’m not Sam, I told you last night, he doesn’t share those feelings. Hell, he wants me gone, out of his life, and maybe that isn’t a bad idea.”

“What are you saying?”

“Our friendship is barely hanging on by a thread, I’m not going to cut that final one by telling him how I feel. He wouldn’t wait for this case to even be over before he made me leave. It’s clear I’ve overstayed my welcome with you two.”

“No, you haven’t. I think we all just need a break after this. You and Dean aren’t thinking straight right now.”

“I’m going to grab another room. I don’t think we need the three of us in one tonight.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“It would be better if...”

“No,” Sam cuts you off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, but Dean is with Cassie, we need to figure out how this relates back to her family. I don’t know when he’ll even get back tonight, so don’t worry about another room. Everything will be back to normal in a day or two.”

“Sam, I’m leaving when this case is over. I need to be on my own for a bit. You will always be my not so little, little brother, but I can’t stay around him anymore.

Y/N, come on. It’s just a fight, you guys will be fine in a few days.

“I’m going to hit the shower.” You don’t want him to try and talk you out of this decision.

Walking into the bathroom you quickly turn on the water so Sam won’t hear you cry. After 18 years of friendship this is where you finally part ways from the man who has been there for you since he was 8 years old. Dean doesn’t want you around and you can’t keep watching him sleep with all those other women. The knife in your chest twists a little more every time. Getting out of the shower you get ready for bed, sleeping on the couch again because you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep in the bed that smells like Dean, even if it would be the last time. You know Sam is asleep and you don’t fight the tears that surface once again.

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Chapter 15: The Shadow to my Flame

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The next part won't come until next week sometime. I'm having my partner over this weekend, so I'll take a break from writing. Hope you all have a nice weekend!

Ashe had eaten and gotten dressed when Azriel got to her room. She wore a loose, but warm dress. It was mostly green, but it had a few light blue details.

Azriel looked like he was drooling when he saw her and Ashe almost laughed at him. But just almost, as she was too anxious to do anything else.

“I was wondering if you-”

“Are you my mate?”

Ashe had never been good about confrontations. She wanted an answer, so she asked him.

His eyes widened to the biggest size Ashe had ever seen them, and then, to Ashe’s immense relief, he nodded.

“Yes Flame, I’m your mate,” he answered.

That’s when Ashe felt it snap. She felt the overwhelming feeling of home and safety taking over all the place she had in her chest. She felt the feeling of needing to be with Azriel. It was a feeling she had felt before, only with him. It was so much, but at the same time it felt extremely right. It felt like her world had been pulled apart and build up again just right.

But at the same time, she had too many questions.

“How long have you known?”

“Please, let’s just sit down and I’ll explain everything.”

“How long have you known?” Ashe didn’t move.

Azriel brushed a hand through his hair and sat down at her desk, facing her.

“I’ve known since the shadows found your letters.”

Ashe felt like her brain was going to explode. He had known even before they met? Ashe didn’t even know that was possible.

“The shadows talked about you as “mate”. I didn’t know your name until you introduced yourself. But when I first saw you in the dungeon, I knew for sure that you were my mate.”

Ashe felt too overwhelmed to stand, so she sat down on her bed, a few meters away from Azriel.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” she asked looking at her hands. She had removed the bandages. Madja had done a good job, but she still had a few scars.

“Please, look at me.”

She wasn’t planning on doing it, but when she realized how shaky his voice was, she didn’t have much of a choice. He was crying, just one tear, but he was crying.

“I was planning on telling you when you felt better. Your entire world just flipped upside down, Ashe. I didn’t want to force a mating bond upon you when you were going through so much else.”

When Ashe had imagined the conversation throughout the night, she had been cool and collected. She had taken breaths and spoken steady.

After 161 years she probably should have known that she would never be the neutral voice in the room.

She got so extremely angry at his words that she didn’t know what she was going to do about herself.

“Force a mating bond upon me?” she asked him with disbelief.

“Yes, Ashe. I realized quickly that you feel a lot and I didn’t want to make you take a difficult decision when you already were having a hard time.”

That made Ashe stand up and Azriel stood up with her.

“Difficult decision? You think me deciding about the mating bond would be a difficult decision?”

Azriel’s shoulders slumped a little. And then he nodded.

“I see,” he said and started to raise up from her chair. “I’ll leave.”

Ashe almost lost her jaw to the floor. She realized Azriel was serious and ran to cover the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked as kindly as she could. Azriel looked heartbroken and confused at the same time. “It’s an easy decision because of course I’ll want you. You don’t dare to think anything else you stupid idiot. You are my mate, and you’ll have to deal with me, that’s something you’ll just have to live with.

“I don’t think you know how much you have done for me the last few weeks. You gave me a purpose. You made me feel important and useful, but safe at the same time. I have lived through what I hope will be the worst few weeks of my life and you were the entire reason I got through it. I don’t think you understand that if you hadn’t been there, I probably would have been dead right now.”

“Please, don’t say tha-”

“Shut up,” she continued. “They would have found out about my letters eventually and then Beron would have tried to killed me. Eris probably would have gotten me out, but I would have died in the Summer forests, because who was I going to live for? Azriel, you saved my soul. My soul is tethered to yours and of course I’d like to keep it that way.

“I don’t think you understand-”

Azriel could listed to Ashe yell at him for the rest of their lives.

Because he knew that now, it would be their lives. She spoke and spoke and spoke. And he loved every second of it.

She spoke mostly about how stupid he was, but sometimes she would use some details about her own life to underline just how stupid he was.

She told him how Eris had taught her to dance and how she had dreamed of dancing with her mate ever since, but she never thought servants could have mates.

She told him how she once accidentally gave food poisoning to Beron because she heated up the wrong dinner. He couldn’t remember exactly why she told him that, but he knew he would be extra observant if his mate was in the kitchen.

Ashe told him about how she craved more and more of him after their first kiss and Azriel wanted to agree, but she just held up a hand and he continued to listen.

“Are you on your way?” Rhys asked him for the fifth time. It was almost thirty minutes since he got to Ashe and he was supposed to bring her to the House of Wind.

“She’s still going,” Azriel told him.

Rhys only laughed in his mind.

While Azriel spent all his attention listening to and understanding every single detail Ashe told him, his shadows did what he really wanted to do: admiring.

“beautiful.”

“ours”

“kind”

“funny”

“love”

“mate, mate, mate”

Azriel had his dream female in front of him, and even though she was currently repeatedly calling him an idiot, he only felt love, love and then some more love through the bond that bloomed in his chest.

“And when you told me my hair looked nice after the Lady did my curls, I thought I was going to pass out and I’ve been think about curling my hair again ever since. I’ll have to grow it out again, of course.”

“Your hair is beautiful now too,” Azriel said and even more butterflies exploded in Ashe’s stomach. “Your mother did your hair? That’s nice”

“Yes, she was in a weird mood,” Ashe continued. “When I got to her room, the heir of Autumn left, and she was quiet and teary eyed the entire time. I’ve heard rumours about the Lady, I mean my mother, having other lovers, but I never expected them to be true.”

“They have a history,” Azriel said, and the neutral voice told Ashe that he definitely knew something.

“What do you know?”

Azriel looked surprised at her but spoke anyway.

“Let’s just say I was spying on the Autumn Court, after orders from Rhys’ father, and very quickly found out that a certain little brother of yours was conceived at a time where Beron was on a two months long trip to the continent, and Helion was on a “study” trip to Autumn.”

Ashe was sure she looked even more shocked than when she found out about the mating bond.

“Oh my cauldron, I should have guessed that!” she said, but then fell deep into her thoughts.

Could she be Helion’s daughter too? Was that why Beron hated her so?

Azriel stood up from the chair he had been sitting on and walked over to Ashe. He took hold of her hips and pulled her towards his body. He leaned down and kissed her. It wasn’t as soft as it had been the first time. This time it was rather needy, but Ashe got just as weak in the knees as last time.

It was like time stood still. He held her in his strong and safe arms and all was perfect. Their kiss grew more and more intense, and Ashe never wanted it to stop.

However, the second she thought about that, Azriel stopped. His smile was huge as he spoke.

“Finished yelling?” She let out an embarrassed laugh as she nodded. “I love you, wildflame. I love you, all of you, temper and all. And I’m looking forward to you yelling at me for the rest of our lives, but it was actually a reason to why I came here this morning.”

“I love you too. Extremely much, and I for cauldron’s sake hope you know that now,” she answered. “What was the reason?”

“Rhys wanted to speak to you.”

“The High Lord wanted to speak to me, and you let me spend thirty minutes yelling at you?”

“Hey, hey, I tried stopping you, multiple times, but you were too far into wildflame territory for me to stop you.”

“We have to go,” Ashe said and turned around to grab for the door.

However, Azriel grabbed her hand first and dragged her back into his chest. He kissed her lips so passionately as he held her hair.

“Now we can go,” he said and pulled away.

Ashe could get used to kissing him.

Ashe learned quickly that she did not like flying. Every time Azriel had to dip just slightly or make a turn, she ended up screaming.

She had never been so grateful for standing on her own two feet as when she landed on the balcony of the House of Wind.

“You did better than many others do the first time they fly,” Azriel told her after she had gotten control over her breathing and stopped the need to throw up. He held her hand and showed the way to the High Lord’s office.

“There they are,” the High Lord said as they walked into his office. He, the general and who two females sat there and waited for them. “Nice of you to grant us with your presence.”

“It’s not my fault no one has tried telling this idiot that he is worthy of love, I had to explain it to him and that took a while.”

Azriel looked red as a tomato, but the rest of his family only laughed at him.

Ashe froze immediately when she realized how she had just spoken to a High Lord.

“I’m sorry,” she said with an unsure voice. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Oh, you absolutely should,” Cassian told her. “It’s nice to hear that someone’s ready to take care of our broody shadowsinger.”

Ashe was still not sure and she almost excpected a punishment for how she had spoken. But at the same time, all the smiles that met her told her that she was safe. Azriel laid a hand on her lower back and her feeling of safety multiplied.

“Sit down please,” the High Lord continued and Ashe and Azriel sat down in a small couch. “We have received a few letters from your family. We thought you might want to read them.”

He handed Ashe a small pile of six letters. Ashe looked through them, but it didn’t say who was the sender on the front page. She knew they were from Eris, but she still wanted to know.

“We have also received a letter from Beron,” the High Lord continued and Ashe’s attention snapped towards him. “It was addressed to me, so I hope you don’t mind that I read it without you.”

Beron had sent another High Lord a letter about her? That can’t be good.

“You can read it yourself if you want or I can summarise the content.”

Ashe didn’t notice when her hand ended up in Azriel’s, but he was now stroking his thumb back and furth on the back of her hand. She appreciated how he knew she needed comfort without having to ask.

“Can you summarise it please?” she asked, not really daring to see Beron’s handwriting.

“Beron acknowledges you as his biological daughter and says that since you were unmarried at the time of your “kidnapping”, he still has the claims to you. He therefore wished to invoke a blood duel-”

“No,” Ashe said. “Absolutely not. He can’t just ignore me for that long and then invoke a blood duel. He wants to get me back just to kill me.”

“I agree with you, but it seems like he can,” The High Lord explained.

“Who does he want to fight?” Azriel asked. Ashe could feel his anger and worry float through the bond. It felt weird and right at the same time.

“We can choose who we send.”

Ashe saw how Azriel opened his mouth and immediately stopped him.

“You’re closing your mouth right now,” she said harshly. “I’m not letting anyone duel because of me.”

“You’re definitely not duelling,” Azriel answered.

“Why not?”

Azriel looked at her as if she was crazy. His look made her realize that she was indeed crazy.

“No one is fighting him,” the High Lord interrupted them with a smug smile, however it fell when he started to speak. “We might have a solution to our problem, but I’m not sure you’ll like it.”

She looked hesitant, but asking at him.

“We came up with the idea that if you’re dead, then he won’t need to invoke the blood duel.”

Ashe felt so fucking stupid. Of course, their only way to save her was to kill her, it was the Night Court. She should have known it would end like this.

Azriel’s grip around her hand tightened and he became even more angry.

“What are you planning, brother?” he asked and Ashe have never heard his voice more intimidating.

“We want to fake her death. Ashe, we’ll answer Beron that you, after a long fight, unfortunately died from the harm he did to you. You’ll live your life safe her in Velaris. Perhaps as Samli and Thord’s daughter or we can make up another story for you if you need it. That way, Beron will get his will, but at the same time you’ll be able to live a calm life here. Velaris is highly protected, and I’ll imagine Azriel won’t mind having you safe from all his enemies as well.”

The idea seemed…wonderful.

She’d have the chance to live a new and safe life. Ashe could start new.

Velaris was a city with a lot to offer, so she wouldn’t mind staying there. And acting to be Samli and Thord’s daughter wouldn’t be hard. She’d have to be adopted of course, but she didn’t mind that.

From the hopeful feelings she got from Azriel she understood that he felt the same.

But it was something she wished for.

“Would everyone else need to think I died?” she asked the High Lord.

“Who are you thinking about?”

“My mother,” she answered. “My mother and Eris. Mother had gone through so much already; I don’t want to give her more pain. And she shouldn’t be the only one to know. Even though Eris have lied a lot to me, I feel like it will be too much for my mother to carry this secret alone. I trust Eris to keep it with her.”

The room seemed to be thinking. Ashe new that the Night Court didn’t have the best relationship with her brother, but she hoped they would look past it for her.

“That’s okay,” the High Lord answered in the end and Ashe felt so relieved.

She finally had hope of a good life.

“Are you going to read them?” Azriel asked her when they got back to her room.

Ashe almost had a new breakdown on the thought of him leaving, so Azriel was of course staying the night. They decided that the next day would be relaxing for Ashe’s mind so that she might be able to not cling onto Azriel all the time. Azriel said he didn’t mind, but Ashe needed some space.

He was talking about the letters Ashe had been holding in her hands for the last ten minutes. She had just been looking at them.

“I don’t know,” she answered. “I know I won’t like what’s in them.”

Ashe was seated at the end of her bed, and Azriel soon moved to sit behind her. He covered her with her wings like a cocoon, only her head was over his wings. Ashe leaned into his touch and let out a little laugh from all the butterflies that danced in her stomach. Cauldron, she loved him.

“You don’t have to read all of them at one time, you know,” he told her as he softly started to play with her hair. “You can start with one and take the next tomorrow.”

Ashe nodded and Azriel moved his wings.

“Can you please hold me?”

“Of course, my Flame.”

She blushed a little at the pet name. She wished she had one for him, but Shadow seemed too basic, and she really liked his name.

Ashe opened the first letter with shaky hands and recognized Eris’ handwriting.

Ashe,

I know I have lied to you and let you down in one hundred different ways. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just want to know that you’re safe.

I never planned on letting you go alone to a foreign court, and least of all the Night Court, so please answer that you are safe. I will hurt them if they have laid…

Ashe didn’t bother reading the rest.

Eris didn’t know the Night Court at all it seemed. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t want to tell her that either.

“How are you feeling?” Azriel asked her.

She let out a sigh as she reached for the next letter.

Ashe,

Even Lucian is now answering my letters. He’s mad at me for letting so much harm getting to you. I’m mad at myself too.

Please give me a sign that you’re alive. I know that I let you down, but I’m still your brother and I care a lot about you.

Please, Ashe.

From Eris

Even Lucian knew about her being their sister. It felt totally unfair.

She let out an angry humf and picked up the third letter.

She saw how short it was and Eris’ handwriting and didn’t bother to read it.

“Remember to breathe,” Azriel whispered into her ear and her anger lessened a little.

Ashe picked up the fourth letter and expected the same, but this was longer. A lot longer.

Ashe,

I was over the moon when I got to know that I was getting another little sibling. It was a while since mother had been pregnant, and she was struggling a lot more that time than what I could remember she doing with the rest of your older siblings.

She was throwing up more, sleeping more and definitely eating more.

Even in the womb you were a lot.

Beron wasn’t there the night you were born. I was the first one that held you after mother. You were very little, but you scream was so loud.

I could see mother’s worry when she got to know that you were a baby girl, but I never expected Beron to give so much harm.

You almost didn’t survive, and I don’t know if mother would have lived if he had killed you that night.

I’ve tried to look out for you ever since. I know I haven’t done a good enough job and that you deserved so much better, but I’m a coward that’s scared of his own father.

I did my best, but it wasn’t enough.

Please answer me. Ask me all and every question you have and I’ll answer you to my best ability.

Eris

Beron had tried killing her the night she was born.

Reading the letters left Ashe with even more questions, so she picked up the fifth letter. She opened it and got disappointed by another one of Eris’ pleading letters.

Ashe quickly put it away and picked up the last letter. She tried to not get her hopes up, but it was hard not to.

She opened it and noticed how the handwriting was a lot prettier that Eris’. It looked more thoughtful and professional, but at the same time rushed. The letter was dated two days ago. Ashe’s birthday. Ashe gasped and almost started crying when she realized who the letter was from.

My sweet Ashe,

161 years ago today, I gave birth to the smallest and loudest baby girl. I fell in love immediately.

I knew from the moment I smelled my pregnancy that you were different from the rest of your siblings. You smelled sweeter.

Your father was not delighted to have another babe, but you soon proved to be warmer than all our other sons, so he expected you to be the strongest.

I only realized that you were a girl when I could drink tea as pregnant without throwing up. For all the six other pregnancies, even the smell of tea made me nauseous. But you, my sweet girl, allowed me to drink it.

When I found out you were a girl, I had to make a difficult choice. I knew Beron didn’t want a daughter, but at the time I still had not noticed just how awful he was. I was naive and thought that he would not mind having a daughter after so many sons.

Beron was not there when I gave birth. I was seconds away from giving you to another family when he got home. He took one look at you and immediately got disappointed. He had expected a powerful heir, and he got a daughter.

We made a bargain. He would let you live as long as you never had a good life, and I was not allowed to seek you out. Never. He sat Maria to gain your trust and to make sure that you were treated as a bastard servant.

I thought it was for your best, but I have hated myself for every day since. I could have made a different decision, but I did not realize how much of a monster he was until that night. I knew he was a monster, but I never realized he could harm a newborn.

You have had burn scars on your body since the day you were born and I have carried the guilt ever since.

My sweet Ashe, you have never been a disappointment to me. I’m a mother to the most thoughtful and kind daughter and I have never been prouder. I have watched you grow into a female that does everything she can to make life better for the people around her and that is something I will honour you for as long as I live. I have seen you grow and each time I have seen you, I have gotten more and more honoured to be your mother.

I will always be your mother if you need me, but I know that you are strong enough on your own.

My amazing daughter, I will always be sorry for the way you have been treated, but I hope that I will get to explain some day.

Please go live the life you have deserved.

Love,

Mom

Ashe dropped the now tear-filled letter into her lap and turned into Azriel’s chest, sobbing.

“She didn’t have a choice.”

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VIRGO MERCURY ♍️📫✨️

Virgo mercury.

and why it is domicile.

. and the people who have this placement who are famous.. Whitney Houston. Being one of the most powerful people with the voice of that and Amy Winehouse and Freddie Mercury. open people who have this placement. I literally just wrote all of this and it took me ages and I keep losing it. Where I live at the moment has really bad signal..,, so this can show you a placement and part of it because Virgo rules talking our intellect our thoughts our voice how our voice sounds, what we With that what we talk about. how we go How we get our point across.I’m going to show you. How this can be. The strongest placement at all. The strongest placement in a darker side of it. Like for this is coming from personal experience being a Virgo mercury. For instance I love it that Freddie Mercury is called Freddie Mercury because he is Virgo mercury and a Virgo sun .Own rule. Prince Harry, who literally comes from the royal family who written about talked about everything. have had TV shows. around them documentaries. probably millions. Around the world.. he’s had his words changed against him because of his narrative with his wife. Who I believe might B a a narcissist . so you can see how it can come from another person all of these great singers who shared their words with us and live on in our memory and our cultural research have this placement, OK Amy Winehouse even the way how at the Grammy she’s like making fun of Justin timberlake’s album this can also make your voice be quite unique. It grows a player in another way like and I’m thinking of skins when Effie in the first series doesn’t talk at all I literally would be mute at school and talkative at home this is being somebody who only got diagnosed as autistic in the last three years. because when you're on that borderline of normal and unusual. putting it nicely for once. Because when I was growing up you still didn’t really talk about mental health like it was there but it wasn’t how it is now it wasn’t a thing that was talked about so for a lot of millennials it’s like a whole new learning process like our whole culture has been taken away from us in a way. We live in an opposite world.

Freddie Mercury a gay man he literally only told the press the day before he died that he had the virus and was seriously ill he knew it was gonna come out in a matter of time. And didn’t know how he’d feel about that probably and all the headlines that would be written.

And this is how it comes across through other people’s words you could literally have your reputation tarnished like it’s a strong placement whenever there’s a detriment full domicile or exaltation in a chart that is going to be very strong in this person's life. Like words are gonna be a thing.. like for me I feel like it went the opposite way like I obsess over because Virgo knows that what people expect it may be a mutable sign but it’s very astute that’s why I said that Virgo moons., I don’t understand why it’s not a detriment or full placement really because. It’s very cruel and it can roam over grooming, and also I believe self harm I mean look at Amy Winehouse when she did that magazine cover and that photo shoot with that photographer I do not like anything it’s quite disgusting Terry Richardson where she’s literally carving her partner’s name into her body that is heavy Britney Spears when she shaved her hair and whacked that paparazzi’s car and myself people might be really heavy drug users there’s also going to be a theme possibly around their weight and their size sometimes from Jacob binges sometimes from the opposite withdrawal I remember with Whitney Houston at the Michael Jackson tribute concert where they both weren’t very well she came on the stage and I remember my dad saying that she looked good but apparently they had to digitally alter her weight so I dread to imagine if that is true and what she really looked like because she was tiny like these people are aware of things that are young age and that can see through people’s bullshit.

They can get turned on by being degradated or humiliated that even,. I truly believe that with Virgo because they are not. Happy with who they are and that is why they strive to perfection they’re just this psychic as pisces

it's just in a different kind of way. Is more in a viable way rather than feeling but you can definitely feel an energy they can feel the energy they can feel the room they can read a room in both sense of the word of reading a room and reading a person down like Wendy Williams on her infamous interview.and all these people have had, shows documentaries series about them, so just words just think words intellect is gonna be a big theme in their life. Whether other people say it or not you can read it on a variety of anxious energy. An urgency they do not like being alone for a long even the quieter ones. I think of Amy Winehouse and Freddie Mercury with their iconic voices uneven iconic look.

that many girls across the nation copied that Amy Winehouse thick eyeliner and beehive hair. she wanted to be like all the girl groups that had come before in the 60s and this will be a massive thing in their life music will literally live music it will be like a drug to them and they won’t be able to let other people have any control play music. Like with Whitney Houston and she has that strong leo’s sun sign. I know because I am one myself with a Virgo mercury.. but she also has that Aries band and on the Diane Sawyer interview they’re like is it is it booze, is it pills, is it drugs what is it what’s the devil and she’s like I don’t know do you know Diane.. no you don’t and she read Wendy down exactly the same.. but she could also be incredibly charming. but she obviously had some,. Why you’re being manipulated by Bobby Brown to some degree even though I don’t think Bobby is completely to blame we literally watched her lose her voice that’s, how powerful These person is and her child really young two years old.

Look you see how that can play out in such a dark way like Freddie Mercury got that disease aids and HIV I don’t really like to talk about this but he obviously got from like 6:00 with men who’s up literally has been publicly I guess humiliated and he knew this he knew that the world would see it like that so celebrities do tell the press things that they know are gonna get out even things that probably wouldn't get out. They know and he probably knew the ship it would make him feel and the pain the headlines like his secret would be out in a way yeah well it was his secret and it was his choice. I find it rather ironically I find the press kind of disgusting even as someone who’s into celebrity culture like watching Britney Spears like in real time shave her head get that tattoo and click see how mercuries and Sagittarius that’s detriment and I love her for what she did but even in 2007 we didn’t know about mental health it wasn’t really spoken about it was something that was but we didn’t know ohh it was I feel that’s how I remember it But it was painful to watch OK felt away about that Wow what’s going on I feel like Virgo could rule self harm as well the elevator is self harm they do they really really do like I just said about Britney Spears and she got 5150 didn’t she in 2007 if you remember Amy when she did that photo shoot was that sick photographer who I hate Terry Richardson. She’s literally cutting her partner’s name into her body like they like that they they do what is it being I’m not too sure or me for instance like myself on every day by injecting drugs into my body like the pain and those come from that my axe who is doing it all the time he has Venus conjunct Mars and Mars is more about pain and Venus is more about pleasure so when you mix the two together and create this tangible. Like we can really be into pain pain pain hi needles knives burning like I can think of all of them. I can also attribute this to having Venus conjunct chiron the wounded healer. being CHIRON the asteroid. and whatever sign it is is where you have the pain going on in your life. all the deepest pain.

Even Freddie Mercury having those extra teeth that allegedly made his voice sound so amazing and the fact that Live Aid.,. where he’s talking to the crowd and he’s doing like he’s vocal warm ups to the crowd that is something that you can’t forget that is something that is a cultural reset like I said with Amy Winehouse too I’m Whitney Houston who’s been known as the voice. that that comes through that part of that chart so strongly vividly. And how people have also wrote words about them out of their control or out of their reach or power .. or you can have it or you grow up in a household where you were lied to a lot and your own narrative and words were taken away from me or you were the one who has lied to you because of your reactions to things and your upset. Which can feel really painful like if you’re not feeling that love or that you’re being stimulated you will explain hi Joseph you might ********** with bravado like Russell Brand said Amy Winehouse stayed a bit like stubbing out cigarettes and chucking them around to impress him, i always related to that so much this is quite painful they will actually self harm with drugs and mutilate themselves ohh I am not being ridiculed to her my life and how I’ve had that happen to them his children and abuse can take any form like for me it was more isolation like if I feel like my relationship for the last six years it turned into my parents and it killed me it literally broke my spirit because I didn’t wanna be dysfunctional obese can be sexual, violent because corrosive was self-inflicted are you a danger to yourself or others and honestly I think it needs to be talked about more. I was saying to my boyfriend last night that crying up middle class you can often feel like this, This is why I love shameless so much and watch it every night over and over again because I love how they stick together on council estates. and run scams to make money. I loyal to each other borough and land.l borrow of Peter to Pay Paul.... I know it because it’s my lifestyle too even though I’m not from a counselor state I will come into that drug world where it’s heavy in that in a way in that world not always you get many different addicts. And not all of the same. We’re all different every one of us growing up in a family where addiction wasn’t a thing. Even if they say they understand they ******* don’t.

they treat you like their unwanted ginger stepchild, and if you wanted to save more physical affection,. They will starve you of it they believe you just want more and more when in fact it’s a ******* illness for ******** why not think of where it actually originated from so you could actually ******* do something about it. sorry but it makes me really angry. to the point of wanting to hurt myself.

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