#looking out a dirty old window */ OOC

[havvkinsqueen]

-- Happy New Year from my neck of the woods! May 2025 be gentle and kind. Find that kindness in others- In support, in friendships, in small joys you find along the way. It's a new, blank story with 365 pages to write your tale- It can only go up!

I give you many hugs! Thank you for spending any sort of time with me. I would love to write a big thank you calling out specific people, but I know that feelings can be hurt if they don't see themselves on the list. So know that if you've checked on me, spent time with me, or written with me here- I thank you.

[cranberrv]

enchanted

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ in which dallas winston falls for the new girl

( a/n : i love this request sm!! reader is fem by the way, also not proofread also ooc! still cute tho! )

not many people wanted to move to tulsa, but for some people, it was their only option. that was the first similarity spotted between you and dallas.

of course, you and dallas were on different sides of the track, different chapters in a novel. you moved to tulsa for your fathers work, you were perfectly happy back at your old city, but you didn’t have a choice. dallas moved to tulsa to escape from the new york police.

you thought tulsa was bland. it was only your first week here, your first week emerced with all the other teenagers at school, but everyone here was grey. especially the east-side kids, the greasers. they were all broke and it looked like all the life was sucked out of them.

you, on the other hand, were fresh from los angeles, with a feminine flare to yourself and a genuine kindness that was rare in tulsa. even the rich kids were rude, but you were anything but.

it was the start of your second week of school, and your least favourite class was science. not because of the subject, it was just that the people in your class gave you dirty looks and the teacher had a voice that could put you to sleep. and your lab partner in the seat next to you had been away the entire time, leaving you to do projects alone.

today was supposed to be the exact same as usual. at the start of class, you walk in and sit down alone. the teacher does the attendance, and marks your mystery lab partner absent. today is independent work, finishing up a lab report and then doing a worksheet on protons and electrons. you want to fall asleep, it’s so boring. you’re listening to every silent conversation and looking out the window for a source of entertainment. you got your wish soon enough, as the door creaks open.

“hello,” your teacher greets to the boy that enters the room. “you are?”

“dallas winston,” he answers, throwing his burnt-out cigarette in the trash.

your teacher nods her head. “ah, you’re dallas winston,” the voice is slow as she pieces it together. you wonder why the words are said in such distaste.

you’ve given up on your work, watching dallas winston. he looks like an east-side kid, his hair is a bit messy and he radiates confidence. he certainly puts out an energy unlike anyone in this school.

they talk for a bit longer, the teacher obviously telling him it’s not okay to skip class. dallas tries to argue back for a little bit, but eventually gives up and holds his hands up in mock-surrender. the teacher takes a breath then points to you, giving him a worksheet and telling him to go sit next to you. he follows the teachers finger, and he tilts his head when he looks at you, trying to figure out if he knows you or not. his eyes light up a bit when you make eye contact with him. you like the way he looks at you.

dallas walks over, and sits next to you. there’s a few moments of silence as he gets himself settled. spitting out his gum, taking off his leather jacket, and finally landing his eyes on his sheet. he reads over the questions, and realizes has no idea how to do any of this. “you got a pencil?” he asks you.

“yeah, in my pencil case, help yourself,” you answer, and he grabs your pencil case and sifts through it to find one.

he takes one out and hands it back. you say thank you, and he thinks it was unnecessary to be polite about a simple thing but doesn’t say anything. “mechanical, huh?” he says about the pencil, pushing on the bottom to get the lead out. “expensive. what, you a soc or somethin’?”

you look from your worksheet up at him. he has a nice jawline, you notice. “a what?” you ask. an innocent question in your eyes, but one that has a lot more meaning for dallas.

who the hell doesn’t know what a soc is? he stares at you for a second, eyebrows furrowing. not out of annoyance, but out of genuine confusion about why you don’t know about the class-status that built up the entire reputation of tulsa. you know what a greaser is, but not a soc. and you barely know what a greaser is, anyway. you’ve just been told to stay away.

“you know, a rich-kid. a west-side kid.” you still look confused, and he comes to the conclusion that you’re not from here. so when he notices the confused look in your eye, he changes the subject. “where ya from, sugar?”

“i just moved from los angeles,” you tell him. his eyes drift down to your cute lace pink top. he thinks it’s totally something that someone from LA would wear. there’s a speck of silence as he analyzes you, and you feel the need to break it.

“i shoulda guessed,” he says with a raise of his eyebrows. you don’t know if he’s being mean or not. you hope he’s not mean.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean you look like you’re from hollywood or somethin’, with all the lace and the flashy bows and shit..” he’s poking at the lace lining your top. you can see him thinking about something while he’s looking at your lace. “christ, your lingerie collection must be insane, huh?”

there’s a blink of silence and a look of slight disbelief on your face. “what?”

“i’m messin’ with ya, sweetheart,” he chuckles.

“oh,” you say softly, cheeks going a bit hot.

“so,” he starts, switching the topic to a different note. “why’d ya move to fuckin’ tulsa?”

“my dad got a job here,” you explain, fiddling with your pencil in your hands. “why?”

“just curious,” he shrugs. “you know, most people don’t move to this hellhole.”

“you did,” you say, and he tilts his head. you think he’s looking at you because you’re just assuming things, and you’re probably wrong, so he’s judging you. “did you not?”

he cracks a smile. he wasn’t judging you, simply curious as to how you guessed he wasn’t from here. “yeah, i did, sugar,” he nods, leaning back in his seat. “how’d ya know?”

“your accent,” you explain. “very new yorker.”

“yeah? you like it?”

you mirror his smile. “yeah, i do.”

the class falls silent as the teacher insists everyone quiets down and focuses. dally's voice drops to a whisper when he responds, playfully pushing you away. “alright, miss hollywood, go do your work,” he teases. “gonna tell the teacher you’re distracting me,” he threatens, obviously playing around because he knows that he’s the one distracting you.

you smile and turn your head back to your sheet to finish it up. you begin peacefully working. dallas can’t help but stare at you as you do so. nibbling at your pencil while you’re thinking, constantly adjusting your top, brushing your hair out of your face every now and then, he notices it all. he can’t help it, he thinks you’re the sweetest person he’s ever seen.

you look up at him, feeling his intense gaze on you. you make eye contact and instantly turn away again, cheeks going pink like a tulip. why is he looking at you? do you have something on your face? you don’t know. you subconsiously wipe your cheek to make sure, and adjust your top again.

dallas finally looks away, and you take a breath and relax your shoulders. as much as he was acting sweet towards you, you could tell he had this rough edge that you should be worried about. but what truly worried you is the fact that his edge didn’t worry you. if anything, it lured you in. you wanted to learn everything about him. he was like the ocean, he was calm and beautiful but you had to swim out far and dive deep down to find out everything about him. and it felt like no one had, yet. he was a mystery. you liked that.

as you’re working, you hear the rip of lined paper beside you, then the scratch of a pencil. a few moments later, dallas hands you a piece of paper with a note on it.

“how do you do question 1?“ it reads.

you read the note and look up at him, smiling. you write down your answer, saying that he needs a calculator. you hand him yours, assuming correctly that he doesn’t own one.

he slides you another note a few seconds later. “it keeps saying weird shit on the calculator”

“what does it say?” you write back.

he takes longer than usual to write. you wait in anticipation. after what feels like forever (but was probably 15 seconds) he hands you another note. you read the numbers. you don’t understand how he got that answer. you read over it again, and then it clicks. it’s his phone number.

he’s looking at you as you read it. you look up at him and gently nod, putting his number in your pocket. you rip another piece of paper and write down, “i’ll call you.”

he reads it and writes back, and is about to hand it to you, until he quickly takes it back and adds something. then he hands it to you.

“good. (p.s. your little lace top is kinda cute)”

you read his little p.s. and smile to yourself, then to him. you mouth thank you to him. he mouths “anytime” back.

you have a feeling this won’t be the last time you and dallas winston say hello to each other in science class.

[kiyokowastaken]

Chihiro

James Sunderland x Female Reader

CW: none, pure fluff, OOC James, slight angst. This was honestly written by hearing Chihiro by Billie Eilish.

Summary: This takes place a couple of months after Silent Hill. You find yourself finding a home with James, glances and touches are exchanged. Feelings are danced around and scattered, what will happen?

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REBLOGS AND NOTES!! I truly do appreciate it, please do comment for what you would like to see next. I hope you enjoy this one, bye lovelies. (^｡^)

A couple of months had passed since the whole Silent Hill situation, you walked with James towards his car as all you have known was the quiet and peaceful town of Silent Hill before it became a hell hole of monsters and terror. The whole outside world was new to you, you weren’t sheltered, yet you didn’t find yourself longing to get out of Silent Hill until now.

After James read a letter that was written to him by his wife, he had the face of guilt, grief and just utter sorrowfulness littered on it. He never spoke about the letter only stating that Mary wanted him to move on with his life and that she forgave him.

There was a period of no contact with each other as if you guys were merely ghosts to each other. You would only share small ‘hi’s’ before James went up to his room and shut himself in after a meal. Months passed and James would slowly come out of his shell little by little. He would give you small smiles before bidding you goodbye as he got a job for himself.

If anyone looked into your humble abode they would think that you two were the perfect married couple. James had a well paying corporate job and you were the stay at home wife, dutifully waiting for her husband to come back work from a long day of work but truth to be told. You didn’t take well to others. Often thinking that they’re speaking ill of you behind your back, James didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind providing for the both of you and to be honest, it gave him a sense of normalcy.

You wouldn’t deny that James wasn’t attractive, he had a well-sculpted face. Dirty blonde hair that you once ran your hands through and was met with soft locks of hair, that god-forsaken stubble that he often shaved now due to his job and those drowning blueish grey eyes that haunted you in your dreams.

Those beautiful eyes of his.

He was so expressive even if he didn’t use many words. His eyes used to shine and glimmer when Mary was mentioned as he still held adoration for his late wife. They slightly darkened in color when he was frustrated or just tired but mostly, you loved them when they looked at you.

They held such a softness to you as whenever you guys locked eyes, it felt enrapturing. The crow feet that showed when he crinkled his eyes due to one of your lame dad jokes, it made him addicting to observe and James could say the same about you. The way your hair would shine in the sun, the scent that wafted through the old house that he shared with Mary was addictive as well.

Whenever he got close to you, the scent of vanilla and a soft hint of his own cologne lingered on you. At times when you swore that James was busy upstairs, he would creep down the stairs and see you swinging your hips along with the soft music that played in the background. Your hair swaying with your movements made you look so precious in his eyes. He often wondered if this is what Mary felt when she would see him fiddle around with little wood works that he would do for his wife.

You weren’t even doing anything, you were just busy washing dishes or even folding the laundry at times. The soft tunes of Frank Sinatra on the Vinyl Record Player filled the once silent and empty house.

It felt domestic and truth to be told, it scared James. He always had a hard time with change and you were changing everything he knew. You by all means didn’t change anything that related with Mary if anything you were respectful about such objects.

Yet, the once dull grey window covers were now white with small pink flowers. Fresh flowers were always present in the dinning table, the scent of vanilla that you carried had replaced the rose scent that Mary once carried. It made James always feel stagnant in time when he saw you try and be normal even after what happened, he never blamed you. You were experiencing life for once in your life and he would never fault you for that.

Some days passed and when you both were dining you cleared your throat as you looked at James, “Hey James, may I ask you a question?” James perked his head up as he finished chewing his food, “You may always ask me anything, what’s it?” You bit your cheek before asking him, “Do you want to have a picnic with me whenever you have time? I..I miss our conversations.” James was stunned, he was at loss of words. You enjoyed talking with him?

James was a quiet man, his time in the military was always a quiet and boring one. The rule was that you speak when spoken to or just remain quiet and not many spoke with James. He always kept to himself and was reversed to mostly himself, but when Mary came into his life. That changed, he came out of his shell more and talked openly, yet he always kept himself soft spoken. He only yelled when extremely angered or pestered and even then he had a lot of patience.

So, it surprised him that you would find him likable enough to spend a day with him and even want to talk to him. He thought for moment, he had the next two days off so he had time and he did want to take you out somewhere eventually, “Sure, do you have a place that you want to visit for this picnic?” He asked as his food seemed to be his last priority right now.

“Mhm, well, I will thinking here. The house has a nice backyard and we don’t have to worry about loud people, plus..it’s free and cheap.” James is was dumbfounded as he thought that maybe you would want to go somewhere but he just found himself nodding, “Sure, that seems good.”

—

You found yourself unable to sleep all night long, you were too excited about your small ‘date’ with James. You already had dishes in your mind that you were going to make and soon enough, you found yourself drifting off to sleep even for a couple of hours. A soft groan leaves your lips as you hear your alarm going off. You smack your hand around your side table before it goes silent, you momentarily forget why you even put it on before you sat up and rushed to get off your bed as you started to get ready.

You now stood before your bed and looked down at the dresses you had available. One seemed like a bit more of a going out dress, so you decided on the comfortable and more practical dress with short sleeves. A bit of an overkill but you wanted to look good for James, you slipped on the cotton dress and the fabric perfectly accentuated your every dip and curve of your body. You fixed your hair before heading out of your bedroom towards the kitchen.

James offered to help with the food and you gladly accepted it but you still woke up a bit more earlier so you could get the ingredients ready and start to prepare since you and James have gotten used to each other’s schedules. A few minutes passed and you were finished with the first food, you made some sandwiches since James wasn’t really a fancy food type of guy. He preferred classics with your own special touch, you looked up at the clock and saw it now showed 2:30 P.M.

Damn, did James oversleep? He was so eager just yesterday night but now that some time had passed and the third dish was done, you were starting to become a bit nervous. Maybe, he had taken back what he had said about this whole picnic situation, your thoughts started to over flood your mind until you heard the stairs creaking under fast footsteps.

There stood at the entrance of the kitchen a half awoken James stood, his normally neat blonde hair was poking out in different directions and on the corner of his mouth drool was noticeable. It made you laugh to yourself as quickly washed your hands before heading towards James, “Good morning sleeping beauty, how was your beauty sleep~?” You teased the half awoken male.

“I’m so sorry..I didn’t mean to oversleep, I usually turn off my alarm during my days off. I’m very sorry.” James said as his mind was still half asleep, he slurred his words a bit as his steps were a bit wobbly. “James, it’s quite alright, don’t worry about it. I understand how demanding your job can be, I’m almost finish either way.” You said with a soft smile towards the male.

James stood there as he looked behind you and saw food on plates before looking at you with a sorry look. You didn’t know if what happened next was because James was still half asleep and didn’t register what he was doing but the male walked towards you as his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you flush against his own sturdy body. He radiated this warmth that made you close your eyes as you felt at peace, his hands pressed against your back as if he didn’t want you to slip from his hold.

A woody scent mixed with your own smell that lingered in that house now, it made you press your face against James’s chest while he rested his face in the crook of your neck as inhaled your vanilla scent. The scent made James’s shoulders slack in relaxation and at this moment, the food didn’t matter. The little moment you were having, it felt like a dream. Until James must’ve realized what he was doing which caused him to pull away slowly, “Sorry..it seems like I got carried away. Let me get dressed and I will help you with whatever I can.”

It felt like two souls disconnecting and becoming out of sync whenever James pulled away from the rather imitate hug. He gave you an awkward smile before slipping his hands off of your waist and back to his side as he walked off and back upstairs. You on the other hand felt your body become warm as you just took a deep breath before letting it go and returning to the food.

A few moments later, James had gone outside to set up a place for both of you since you were done with the food. Food was being transferred outside as the temperature was just right, it was fresh and the sun had slightly subsided. James’s backyard was quite big due to him and Mary living almost out of town. The food was placed on a thick blanket that James had laid out underneath a big tree that provided both of you with shade.

Soon after you both were now sitting underneath the tree, no words were uttered but it wasn’t awkward. It felt peaceful. Quiet. The sounds of birds singing and the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair, it felt nice. You got lost in the moment and closed your eyes meanwhile, James was looking at you.

You were the definition of beauty, a flowering blooming in the spring. The dress really flattered you, it made you look regal in James’s eyes. Yet, what really enraptured him was the softness in your eyes that you held for him. The way your eyes would glint and glimmer only for him, it sent this man into a spiral. You made him feel like he wasn’t a broken man trying to move forward for his wife. You made him feel like he renewed.

You made him feel whole.

Treasured.

Adored.

And that was dangerous, he didn’t want to hurt you like he did with Mary. He didn’t want to love you so hard that he broke you. He was afraid, he was scared of accepting your feelings only for you to end up in a casket. James was battling with his own inner thoughts that he didn’t see you taking a bit of frosting off a cupcake that you gotten and swiped the frosting on James’s nose which caused the male to snap out of his thoughts as he saw the white on the tip of his nose.

“I lost you for a second James, are you okay?” You said as you finished your cupcake as James wiped the frosting off his nose and brought his hand up to lick the frosting off. James had to physically stop himself from groaning as your cooking was divine, “Yeah, I’m good. I was just lost in thought for a moment, anyways, let’s dig in.” He said with a small smile of his own as you nodded.

—

Some hours had passed, it was now noon and the sky was painted a beautiful orangey red with a splash of purple. The food was finished and you and James were talking about everything and anything. Laughs were shared and the conversation seemed to flow so well between the two of you as James occasionally locked eyes with you and the glimpse of his normally stoic features now turned soft and carefree made you feel good about yourself.

It made you know that you weren’t the cause of his discomfort and worry, well, right now. A idea suddenly popped into head and out of nowhere you told James, “We should play tag!” James couldn’t help the tilt of his head to the side in confusion as the idea proposed was out of nowhere, “Tag? You want to play a child’s game?” James questioned you.

You didn’t know if your expression of slight embarrassment made him change his mind but he accepted. You jumped up from your spot while James stood up with a smile engraved on his face due to your excitement, “Go, I will give you a head start.” James declared as you merely nodded and rushed off as adrenaline started to pump throughout your body.

The breeze swept your once neat hairdo into a crazy mess as you couldn’t help the small giggles coming out of your mouth as your ankles were tickled by the somewhat tall grass. Your dress swept behind you as you felt the presence of James running behind you. You let out a squeal of excitement as you started to run faster, “I’m going to get youuu~” You could hear James coo out as you turned around slightly to see the male right on your tail.

Your legs screamed in exhaustion as the tall grass was a pain to traverse and you were about to give up before James tackled you onto the ground. He wrapped his arms around your head to protect you as he turned to take the fall so that you landed on top of him. Adrenaline pumped throughout both of you, pants and heavy breathing were heard as you struggled to get out of James’s grasp as you wanted to challenge him. You weren’t going to give in that easily.

Deep intakes of air mixed with airy laughter were heard as James had a permanent smile on his face as he allowed himself to indulge in this. He usually had a heavy hand but with you, his touches were featherlight and tender just like how you touch him. He grasps your wrists with his hand and pulled you back to him as your legs were wrapped around his waist, foreheads pressed against each other as both of you tried to regain your breath.

Your hands were let go as James’s hands grasped your waist and your hands grasped his shoulders. Eyes were closed before slowly opening, beautiful blueish grey eyed stared into your own eyes and you swore that you saw your future with this man. As you both were sat in tall grass and the atmosphere was just right, you closed your eyes once more and tilted your head to the side as you pressed your lips against James’s lips.

You didn’t think about anything else but showing this man that you loved him. You loved him regardless if he sees himself as a monster, you loved him even if he was broken and tired. You loved James in any version of himself and if that was your demise then so be it. You were utterly his and you only hope that your kiss conveyed that.

James was stunned for a moment before he kissed back, his hands grasped and tighten around your waist before he placed on your face. His hands grasped your face and caressed your cheeks as your hands moved from his shoulders to hold his hands against your face. James didn’t know how this was going to end, he didn’t know the future.

But he was tired, he was tired of avoiding you and these feelings within himself. He couldn’t do it no longer, he would forever mourn the loss of Mary. His beloved Mary, his first love and his wife but maybe you were sent by Mary to show him that he should move on with his life. You were his chance to be loved completely for who he was. Maybe, Mary and him lived happily in another lifetime and in another universe but in this one, he found solace in your touch, in your arms.

You both separated from each other’s lips as you looked at one another, “I can no longer hold back how much I need you, James. I have fallen in love with you.” You whispered as James continued to cradle your face, “Neither can I, I have forbade myself from showing you how much I need you in my life.” He said back as he leaned to press another desperate kiss on your lips to which you returned back.

“May you do me the honors of being mine?” James said as you swore that you heard wrong if he weren’t for the way James looked at you like if you created the very fabric of life. “Yes, I will be your James.” You said as James had never felt any more lighter than in that very moment.

What was now yearning and silently pinning for each other, transformed into two people falling madly in love with each other regardless of their past as they had their futures to build with each other.

As now underneath the night sky, the stars witness two lovers finding solace in each other.

[cupiohearts]

I WISH YOU LOVE ! - reminiscing with gun.

(cant catch me now series). GUN VER. dg ver. goo ver

they see you everywhere. james, jonggun, joongoo. they find bits and pieces of you lying around in their pockets, their houses and memories. it depends on which one it is which scene they see you in.

for GUN, he cant figure out for the life of anyone why they would wish someone that moved on in life the best of luck. he was a selfish man. when you disappeared from him, he mutters bitterly to himself wishing curses upon your name. the tear drops on the letter you wrote to him being the symbolism behind it all.

why would he want you to do well without him? why did you have to leave him?

did you not care as much as you said you did? he furrows his eyebrow. taking another drag out of his cigarette while he watches the stupid couple on the street pick out matching items for each other.

"jonggun! jonggun! look come here! hurry up!" you hiss at him as you press your face against the glass of a window. it was the pet adoption center. a calico cat taking a nap in the window as you cood at it.

that was the ugliest cat hes ever seen. it's eyes looked a bit too similar to the one you always give him when you want him to do something ridiculous for you.

"its cute" he gruffly says. you raise an eyebrow at him and made a face "youre a big fat liar. when we grow old with joongoo and james! we should all get a cat together!"

you giggle as you wiggled your finger at the cat. your breath fogging up the glass and when you pulled away he could see a slight bit of lipgloss- or lip tint- or whatever you were wearing on your lips that left it all glossy and shimmery left on the window.

he didnt say anything about it. he probably shouldve. you left the window dirty with your makeup. the same lips he imagined himself kissing from to time.

he thinks again. gun is a selfish man. when he read the letter you gave him, he thinks to himself for a far longer period of time than what he would appreciate.

he picks up the small camera you left behind in your apartment. he kept it with him for some reason. it was to keep videos and photos of yourself so he wont forget all of the times hes had with you.

"gun stop! stop! stop- what in the world happened here?!" your voice can be heard from behind the camera. the camera work a bit shaky as you walk closer to the restaurant.

there were a lot of bodies on the floor. a lot. "did you take them all down by yourself?" you ask him. you already knew the answer. he didnt need to respond but he did "yes"

you let out a deep sigh "this was supposed to be a cute video! you just ruined it. i wanted to send my mom and dad videos of me while im still here!"

you never sent it. he almost wished you did. so your parents knew what your friends were in korea. gangsters hanging out with the most.. sane one. sane is a strong word. hed think more like you were the glue.

you held everyone together, but at the same time. you were the one keeping them in the past.

that wasnt what he thought as he read your note though.

while he reading the shaky lines with splotchy text. the tears you left on the paper made it all crumbly and the words were hard to read.

he could only wish you the worst time without him. you better not be happier than you were with him. thats how you made him feel. he felt like the vines growing around the fence around you. his growth was hindered by the boundaries you had. if you werent there, he wouldve probably never grown in the first place, but you were also the reason he couldnt get better.

even as he read the lines 'jongun, you are the one who destroyed me the most.' he felt a small smile come to his face. he really is the most selfish person he knew.

sooooo... im here. I DID THE SECONDPARTY YIPPEE 😋😋 is it messy idk

i havent proof read so im assuming its ok. if its ooc mb brother.

their personalities are hard to capture anyways live laufh love the lookism blondes <3 the hottest in the game frl

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

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You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

_______

You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

____

When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

[madeleine-line]

How they celebrate Valentine’s Day | GK x Reader

Sorry this is late, I have been very busy. Hope everyone had a lovely day yesterday and I hope you enjoy reading.

Warnings: modern au, short headcanons, just fluff, gn!reader, might be a bit OOC (I’m rusty ^^;)

Sugimoto

Sugi isn’t big on Valentine’s Day, but if you’re excited about it he doesn’t mind participating. He’s more of a gift giving type, so you’ll come home to your bed covered in rose petals with a big basket filled with flowers and your favourite sweets in the middle, as well as a large stuffed bear who looks strangely like your boyfriend.

“I hope you like it… I wasn’t sure what to get.”

Ogata

Hyakunosuke isn’t interested in the slightest, if you bring up the idea of celebrating he’ll roll his eyes and shake his head.

“You’re really into this kind of stuff? How annoying.”

But if you’re really that desperate to celebrate he’ll give in and get you a cheap card and candies. Unceremoniously tossing them at you whenever he has a free minute. However if you buy him gifts, regardless of what it is you’ll find him using/eating/wearing them. A bright pink sweater covered in hearts that’s totally not his style? Suddenly all his other sweaters are dirty and this is all he has to wear. A stuffed cat that reminded you of him? No he doesn’t sleep with it, but it does sit on the bed and he gets oddly upset when it falls off.

Tsukishima

Tsuki is pretty old school/traditional. You’ll both get dressed up and go somewhere nice- not too expensive, just somewhere respectful and quiet. He’ll treat you to a romantic dinner for 2, his treat of course. He’ll also take some time to remind you that despite his tough exterior he appreciates your presence in his life.

“I know I don’t say it much… but I’m glad that you’re here.”

Koito

This man will take any excuse to show off. You’ll receive more gifts than you could ever begin to imagine. Everything from expensive jewelry to nice clothes- flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, he would buy you the entire moon if he could. And of course you’ll both get dressed up to the nines and go to the most expensive, fanciest dinner possible. It’s impossible to not feel a little bit out of place. And don’t you dare look at anything in a store window or make any kind of comment about something you’ve been wanting/craving/thinking about because you can bet it’ll be yours.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself as much as I have, I’ve got a few more gifts for you once we get home!”

Tanigaki

He always gets a bit sentimental around holidays. He’s more than happy to go along with whatever you’d like to do- whatever would make you happiest. But he’d love to just stay home and cook something together, occasionally slow dancing in the kitchen as something simmers. He’s a simple man and he’s not particularly interested in the superficial aspects of it all, he just wants to spend some quality time with you.

“I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend tonight, I’m glad I was able to book it off.”

[augustghosts]

Plastic Trees

Tommy Miller x Fem!reader

Ok, I’m sooo nervous to post this lmao. I’ve convinced myself that it sucks. This isn’t everyone's cup of tea so make sure you read the warnings! I did the classic me thing by wanting to get right into the story, so there isn’t much of a backstory here but I have future chapters planned (and may have already started writing them) if anyone is interested. So let me know if you enjoy and want more <3 Thank you for reading!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warning: 18+! This isn’t proof read so lmk if u spot any dire mistakes. Kidnapping duh, kind of dark!tommy i guess? Or maybe just very ooc. guns and swearing and all that typical tlou stuff. Reader is an adult, obviously. Handjob, slight voyeurism, face fucking.

This is the worst part. Night time, or at least she thought it was night time. The countdown to morning, wondering if they will even come back down. Wondering if this was the night they pack up and leave, leaving her to die alone down here. The basement was always dark, day or night. But these next few hours were the worst, it would get quiet. No footsteps or shouting. Only a few steps every now and then of whoever was up to keep watch while everyone else slept.

She knew who was on watch tonight, it must be Tommy. She knows this now, she's been down here long enough to know their patterns. She knows it’s Tommy because every hour or so the footsteps sound above her and a shadow appears at the basement door. It lingers for a while and then retreats. She wonders what he thinks, is he toying with her? Is he just trying to listen? See what she’s doing? Or, does his hand linger over the door knob, does he ever think about coming down? Does he ever think about letting her out?

She’s convinced that he does. Or maybe she’s convinced herself that to make herself feel better, either way - Tommy is different. He has softer eyes than his brother. He asks her if she’s okay, despite her answer always being something along the lines of go fuck yourself. Tommy is the only one who actually told her his name. His brother Joel, she only knows after hearing Tommy say it. All of this - Tommy looking at her sweetly and sneaking her extra food is what led to this. She's crouched at the bottom of the stairs. Tommy’s silhouette is lingering by the door. A few seconds and he retreats. His footsteps echo above her, getting quieter as he reaches the other side of the house. Her heart is hammering in her chest, her blood rushing as she steps up onto the first stair. The wood creaks under her, the same way it does when one of them walks down them. She cringes - she listens. When she hears nothing above her, she takes a chance and steps up onto the next one.

She knows the door isn’t locked. The world was years into an apocalypse, this house is run down. The closest thing they had to a lock was making her believe there was someone on the other side 24/7. And usually, there was. Until night, she guesses they think she's asleep - so they would wander around the house. They go stand by the front door instead, keeping watch.

As she ascends the steps, Tommy is above her. Leaning against the dirty kitchen counter. His gun on the old marble in front of him. Easy job, my ass, he thinks. The day he stops listening to Joel is the day he will know peace. Kidnapping someone, locking them in a basement and waiting to hand her off to a group of fuckers who are planning to do god knows what. This is not an easy job. As if to illustrate his point, a gust of wind blows over the house and it creaks. The shitty windows sound awful as the rain pounds against it. Fuck this. He wants to go home. He straightens up and swings his gun back in over his shoulder, planning to do another lap of the house as boredom takes over him.

He freezes as he hears a familiar squeak. It’s not the house this time, it’s those damn noisy basement stairs. He walks slowly, quietly - and peeks around the corner down the hallway. The door is closed. He peeks round into what used to be the living room of this house, Joel and the rest of their group are asleep on the floor and on various old couches. He’s still frozen in place, listening. Another creak echoes from the hallway. He creeps closer, obviously more stealthy than the person on the stairs. Another creak as they reach the top stair, he knows the sound is more hollow than the rest of the stairs. He dips into another room as the basement door handle begins to turn slowly. Her hesitation is obvious, the door is opened slowly - she’s slow, not wanting it to make too much of a noise.

She looks out into the hallway, holy shit - it’s empty. She can see the front door from where she’s standing. She knows the lounge is on the left, and she knows they’re all in there. She can hear the rain and wind up here too. Shit, she’s wearing a shitty pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The same thing she had been wearing since they snatched her up. She opens the door wider and takes a step out, the house is silent. Where the fuck did Tommy go? She takes a few more quiet steps, excitement building inside of her. Excitement to feel the rain and wind on her skin. Excitement to go home.

Her pathetic excitement turns to pure fear and adrenaline as she hears the familiar click of a shotgun beside her. As she passes a dark room on the right of her, a cold metal barrel is pressed to the side of her head. Her hands instinctively rise up, surrender.

“Turn around.” Tommy’s familiar voice - he’s quiet, trying not to wake the others. Her hand flexes at her side, contemplating grabbing the gun. What would she do with it? She has no fucking clue. But she’s so close to the front door.

“Don’t.” He says. “Just turn around.”

“Please, Tommy.” She tries. Her voice was shaking. He almost felt bad. She turned to look at him, face to face with the gun aimed at her head.

“Please what?” He’s still whispering. His voice was deeper than usual when he did.

“Let me go.”

“Yeah, right. Turn around.” He scoffs. Stepping out into the hallway and blocking her way. He’s much taller than her, his height is intimidating as he towers over her, crowding her back down into the basement. She takes a few steps back as he takes a few forward.

“The door is right there. You- you could let me go.” She tries to bargain as he continues to walk forwards, forcing her to walk back into the doorway.

“Oh yeah? And then what? I’m supposed to be on watch, so you escaping is my fault. Then you die out there and we don’t get paid.”

“Please i-“ She starts again, resorting back to pleading with him. She’s so worked up she forgets about the steps. Tommy stops her before she can fall backwards, his large hands reaching around her waist. He’s in charge now, he’s standing in the doorway holding her above the stairs. Blocking her exit, and if he lets go of her - she falls. She’s looking up at him, her eyes big and tearful. Fear evident on her face. Her hands are tightly gripping the front of his jacket, trying to steady herself.

“What now princess?” He says, his voice rumbles.

“Hm?” He prompts as she doesn’t reply. She’s honestly at a loss for words. She’s not sure if it’s because this is not what she planned, or wether is being so close to him like this.

“Are you gonna be good?” He asks. She hates the way her stomach stirs. She wants nothing more than to push him away. “Are you gonna go back down? You don’t have many options.”

She continues to stare at him, weighing her options. She looks at the door behind him and he smirks, an idea popping into his head. He pretends to let her go, one of his arms dropping away from her and slapping over her mouth when she almost screams - thinking he’s about to let her fall down the stairs.

He hauls her up and presses her against the wall, his hand still covering her mouth- the other one gripping her hip tightly. Her hands are still twisted into his jacket, her knuckles turning white. She’s crying now, sobbing behind his hand. Fuck, he was enjoying this.

“I’m going to ask you again.” He whispers. “Are you gonna be a good girl and go back downstairs?”

Her eyes are wide, tears hitting his hand as they fall. She nods slowly, trying to ignore the heat growing between her legs. God, she wishes she had met him in a different situation. He was so beautiful. His dark eyes bore into hers before they flickered downwards. He watches her chest heaving, he feels her eyes on his face and he knows she can feel him. His body is pressed against hers, trapping her against the wall, so he knows she can feel his cock hardening against her.

He lets go of her mouth, bringing his hand down to her throat instead. He leans in, his lips inches from hers. She can feel his breath on her lips but she doesn’t dare move. Fuck, she can’t deny that she wants him to kiss her. Would he let her go if she fucked him? She decides to take her chances. She slowly unwraps her hands from the collar of his jackets. She presses her palms against his chest, for a second he thinks she’s going to try to push him away and he prepares himself to grab her wrists. But his breathing hitches as her hands travel down his stomach and pause at the hem of his shirt.

She looks up at him with the most innocent look she can muster, she searches his eyes for any anger or resistance. He’s doing the same to her, his eyes urging her to carry on. She feels his stomach flex as she slowly lets her hands travel underneath the fabric. How long has it been since someone has touched him? It’s been a while since someone has touched her - just his hand around her neck right now is setting her on fucking fire.

His hand tightens around her throat as she unbuckles his belts and dips her hand into his jeans. Feeling him over his underwear first. Stroking him with a feather light touch. He leans in to press his mouth to her jaw, a quiet moan leaves her lips and she swears she can feel his cock twitch.

“Get on with it.” He mumbles against her skin. Trying to resist biting down into her flesh, not wanting the other guys to see any marks. The other guys - who are only around the corner. If any of them were to wake up and look over here they would see them. Fuck, that turned her on. She hates it.

She reaches into his underwear and grips him tightly. “You're not gonna be gentle with me baby?” He hisses beside her ear, she can hear the smirk in his voice, she feels his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“What do you want me to do?” She whispers, her hand begins to move, jerking him off slowly. He smells like leather and sweat, she whimpers as her clothed tits press against his chest. His nipples are hard and aching.

“Fuck.” He moans into her ear. His hand flexes on her throat before he shocks her by letting go and straightening up. “Get on your knees.”

“Okay.” She mumbles, slowly kneeling down on the dirty floor. The floorboard creaks underneath her and they both freeze for a second. His hands stop in the middle of pushing his jeans down. They both look down the hallway and listen for a second. When they hear nothing- the house is still silent, he continues. Pulling his jeans down just enough to pull his cock out.

Tommy almost feels guilty as she kneels down in front of him. Almost. His cock is so fucking hard and aching that he can’t help himself. He reaches for the back of her head, guiding her mouth towards his length. He can’t help but think about how fucking jealous Joel would be. He’d expressed his attraction to her when they had picked her up, joking about keeping her the group they were waiting for never came.

He almost explodes as she takes his tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his slit. Fuck, it really had been a while. But honestly, they didn’t have time for this. Anyone could wake up at any second and all he wanted was to come down her throat. He grasps her hair at the back of her head and pushes her head down until he feels her gag around him. And she lets him. Fuck, she was perfect.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” He mumbles through gritted teeth. As she works up a rhythm, sucking him off as best as she can when his hand is still on the back of her head. Applying pressure to stop her from pulling completely away. Tommy is biting his fist to keep himself quiet, his other hand has a painful grip on her hair. He keeps glancing down the hallway, eventually deciding she isn’t being quick enough.

“You’re mouth is amazing, sweetheart.” He whispers as he grasps both sides of her face. He lets her pull away for a second - she knows what he’s about to do. “But, we gotta hurry up.”

He’s already close. His dick hasn’t had anything but his own hand for a long time and the sight of her allowing him to fuck her face has his balls clenching. She has her palms on his thighs, letting him hold her head and thrust in and out of her mouth at his own pace. And his own pace is a rough one. She’s still crying, but now it’s the feeling of his tip hitting the back of her throat that’s producing the tears. Him using her mouth to get off, she swears she’s never been this turned on in her life.

It’s so fucking wrong. This is one of the men who has had her locked in a basement purely for his own gain for the past couple of weeks. But as she looks up at him, his face flushed, his teeth biting down on his lip as he roughly fucks her face in a disgusting basement - she can’t help but hope he keeps her for himself. She thinks about running away with him. She thinks about him taking her away from all this, ditching his brother and their money and taking her out into the world. She thinks about how he looks pointing his gun at her, how he would look pointing it at someone else to protect her.

She moans around him at the thought, her hand coming down and pressing between her own legs - her jeans stopping her from getting herself off. Her hand eventually goes to her breast instead. Between the sight of her desperately trying to touch herself and the way she moaned around his cock, Tommy is done for. He pauses, forcing her as far down his cock as she can go as he comes down her throat. She feels every drop as it hits the back of her mouth. He pulls his cock out of her mouth but is quick to bring his fingers to her chin, forcing her mouth shut.

“Swallow it.” He says. She does as she’s told. He lets go of her chin when he feels her swallow. She practically collapses backwards, sitting in front of him and breathing heavily. He tucks himself back into his jeans before he crouches down in front of her.

“Shhh. You did good, baby.” He whispers. He caresses her cheek. She looks beautiful like this. She swears she can see the change in his face, his eyes soften and he stands up and holds out his hands. She looks from his palms to his face a few times before it clicks, oh. She takes his hands and lets him help her up. The feeling of him holding her hands making her knees feel like buckling again.

“This doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you go.” He says, his grip tightening on her hands.

“I figured.” She nods,her voice slightly hoarse. But suddenly, she feels like she doesn’t want to go. She pulls her hands from his and turns to walk down the stairs. He stops her before he can descend them with a hand on her shoulder. He backs her up against the wall again and she gasps as he slips his hand into her jeans.

“Shit, did sucking me off get you this wet?” He asks, he’s only tracing her pussy through her panties but he can feel the wet spot she’d created. He can feel the heat radiating off of her and he swears he could get hard again.

“I asked you a question.” He says when she whimpers in response.

“Y-yes.” She moans lightly as he traces her clit through the fabric.

“You want me to touch you?”

She bites back a snarky comment of you already are and just nods instead.

“Please, Tommy. Please touch me.” She asks him sweetly.

“Since you were so good for me, i guess you deserve it.” He says. He leans in closer to her face, god - he wants to kiss her. He knows it’s a bad idea but when she leans up to meet him halfway he can’t help himself. Their lips are practically touching, softly brushing against each other - a moan leaving her mouth as he presses harder on her clit, beginning to move his finger in slow, tight circles.

As he’s about to commit and push his tongue into her mouth, some fucker moves in the other room. The sound of shuffling and someone standing to their feet has him ripping his hand out from between her legs. She’s frozen in place for a second, disappointed and shocked. Tommy is picking his gun back up and whispering Go to her and it jumps her into action. She scurries down the stairs as fast as she can, not missing the way he sucks the finger that had been touching her into his mouth.

“You good, Tommy?” A male voice calls down the hall.

“Yeah. Everything is fine.” The other man looks at him standing in the basement doorway and then looks into the darkness of the basement behind him.

“Everything okay with her?” The man asks.

“Yeah.” Tommy answers. “I thought I heard her moving around. But everythings fine. She’s asleep.”

The man nods and asks: “You wanna switch?”

Tommy nods and hands his gun over. He needs a fucking nap after that. He needed to think. He watches as the man approaches the basement door. A weird protectiveness washing over him. Shit, this isn’t good. He can’t afford to have a soft spot for her. He snaps out of it and takes the man's place on the couch. The couch is dusty and creaks underneath him and he sighs. He thinks about how the people who had hired them to collect here were supposed to be arriving tomorrow.

Below him in the basement, she’s thinking about it too. As she lays down to sleep, she hopes that Tommy will save her - hopes that he won’t let it happen. That he will sweep her off of her feet and carry her away. Hours later, she’s still hoping. A few minutes ago she had been awoken by yelling and gunshots. She’d been curled up in the corner ever since. Waiting, listening. The basement door swings open and she squeezes her eyes shut as loud footsteps tumble down towards her. Honestly, maybe this was a better end than whatever the people who had hired her to be captured had in mind.

“Hey! It’s me.” Her eyes shoot open, Tommy is standing above her looking even more disheveled than he did last night. He’s breathing heavily - his words rushed.

“What’s happening?” She asks. Tommy looks back up the stairs before extending his gloved hand to her.

“Get up. We need to go. Right fucking now.”

[zuzzebat12]

"It Could Work Out After All." AU

✩CHAPTER 1✩

This is like a "holiday special type of story"

This is an AU so some of the things in this story may seem a bit OOC with some of the characters in the story. This is my first time writing stuff like this! It was very fun and basically this is like a BIG FLUFF FILLED STORY!! Some angst parts may happen but idk yet sooo yeah.. this is CHAPTER ONE!! maybe another chapter hopefully before 2025. Took me two days to write and plan soo.. woohoo!! (Would this count as my first "non-g/t" story? Bella in this is small and this kinda is a origin story.) alright no more yapping, let's BEGIN!!

(WARNING: This is a PLATONIC AU and story! Do not ship or make something inappropriate out of this AU or any of my work. Enjoy!)

-Chapter 1: The Beginning-

"I love you, Bella. I'll be back soon."

That was the last words Bella's mother said before she exited the alleyway where Bella dropped her in a box with only a blanket to keep her warm.

Bella was only 2 months old when that happened, she remembers that it was midnight, cold, and it was raining.

Bella was now five months old, three months had past. She's still in the same position now, in the same small box. She wore a dirty shirt and some shorts. Her shoes were filthy as well as being untied. She also had white gloves on, fingerless ones to be exact. She found them on the floor a week ago and she decided to just keep and wear them for herself.

Bella climbed out her box, she walked around on all fours since she didn't know how to stand up straight yet, neither was she taught how to.

She walked down a couple blocks, bumping into some people along the way by accident. It was getting close to winter time, meaning the start of the holiday season and tons of people going to shot for gifts, visit their families, and celebrate.

Everyone.. except for Bella. Bella didn't really have much of a family to go home to, neither did she even have a home. She frowned at the thought before her eyes caught something bright. It was a pizza restaurant by the looks of it, though she couldn't read the signs or what it said yet, she knew by the smell. And that smell was amazing.

She trotted over to the window before looking inside. She saw mobians in uniforms and walking around with boxes filled with pizza. Bella smiled, but then she heard the front door open. Two people came walking out and Bella took this as a opportunity to sneak in. She zipped through the gap between the front door and successfully made it inside.

She ducked under a table with nobody sitting at it. She kinda felt that this was a bad idea, but she was hungry and needed to eat at least something.

She saw the front door open again, seeing two mobians walking in and booking a table. And that table was the same one that Bella was under.

She gulped, curling up as they sat down. Her small body was able to blend in with the shadows as she gazed around her surroundings.

A waiter came over to take their orders before walking away. A couple minutes later they came back with fresh hot pepperoni pizza. The two guests said they'd be using the restroom.

This was the perfect time to snag a slice.

Bella's tail wagged at the thought, then she put that plan in action.

She scrambled up the seat, grinning at the thought of biting into a slice of that cheesy pizza.

She got up on to the table before grabbing a slice that was practically almost her size. She was about to take a bite before she heard someone yell.

"WHO ARE YOU?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY RESTAURANT?!"

She turned her head to the voice before she jumped when she saw a weasal mobian walking up to her. He had on a chef's hat and the fur on his muzzle curled into a mustache.

"You.. YOU MUTT! YOU PESKY LITTLE RAT!" he yelled.

Bella let out a silent gasp before he grabbed her by the back of her shirt tightly.

The two other mobians were also standing in the sidelines, watching the scene unfold in shock.

Before Bella could even think, she was was thrown out onto the streets.

She fell hard, but the people walking by didn't even react to the scene. She whimpered slightly before the manager slammed the door, making it clear she was not welcome back in anymore.

Bella's stomach grumbled, she weakly got back into her crawling position before she scurried back into the alleyway.

But she didn't notice that someone saw the whole thing.

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Shadow was walking down the street. He never really celebrated the holidays since he never seemed that interested much. He decided to try it this year, and also because Sonic was throwing a Christmas party and everyone was invited, including him.

The blue hedgehog had been pestering him multiple times, telling him to come and that it'll be fun. He sighed at the thought, knowing if he didn't come this'll probably add to the list of things Sonic would tease him about.

He put his hands in his coat's pockets, looking up at the sky. He was about to walk past a pizza restaurant before he saw something.. peculiar when he looked through the front window. A little mobian puppy, maybe the size of his hand, was on the table about to dig into a pizza that wasn't even hers.

Shadow chuckled faintly at the sight, thinking she might even be a stray by the looks of it. Then he saw the manager pick her up pretty harshly, he saw him coming to the door, making him back up a bit before it flew open and seeing the puppy fly and fall roughly onto the floor before she scampered into a alleyway not too far up ahead.

After the manager slammed the door somehow Shadow felt a twinge of anger.

Shadow knew she probably was hurt a bit and maybe even starving. He entered the restaurant, going up to an employee before making an order.

After he received and paid for the pizza he walked over to the alleyway. He ordered a small pepperoni pizza which was placed into a take-out pizza box.

He turned the corner before seeing a small box, it was closed but he could hear slightly whimpering.

He frowned, kneeling down before opening the box. His eyes widened when he saw her shivering in the cold and that blanket didn't seem to do much since the fabric it was made out of probably was old and there was tons of holes that could easily allow cold air inside.

"Hey.." Shadow said in a low voice, which cause the puppy to yip in suprise. She backed away which made Shadow feel somewhat bad for her in a way. "It's alright, I won't hurt you. You must be hungry, huh? I've got something for you." he assured as he took the pizza box out the bag before opening it. "Here. Have this." he took the pizza into his gloved hand before handing it to her.

The puppy looked in amazement and in shock as she took the pizza. She bit into it and he could see her begin to melt from how good it was. He took off the scarf he was wearing before he began to reach over to her to wrap it around her.

The puppy flinched slightly, but relaxed a bit. Shadow smiled slightly, wrapping it gently around her. "There." he said when he was done.

Then he saw her smile, and he'd be lying if he said that wasn't adorable. He stood back up before throwing the bag and pizza box into the trash. He walked back over to the box. He kneeled down, reaching his hand over and began to pet her gently on the head. Her tail wagged as she leaned into his touch which made Shadow feel even worse to just leave here. He knew he wouldn't be the most fit person to keep another mobian with him, especially with how he's mostly on missions and he didn't want her to get hurt while he's gone. He just felt like it wouldn't work out.

"Alright, well, I'll be going. Stay safe, kid." he said as he got up again and walked away.

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Bella watched as the hedgehog walked away, her tail stopped wagging when she saw him get farther and farther.

She then proceeded to wrap the scarf around her neck some sort of 'cape' way. Then, she climbed out her box and ran to follow him.

She weaved through the crowds, feeling the cold breeze on her face made her feel like she was flying through the air. She just didn't want to be left alone again. She wanted a family, she didn't care if it was one person. At least it's someone.

She saw him, and when she was close enough, she slowed down. She wondered if he'd allow her to be with him. Even if not, even if he wouldn't allow it, at least she tried. Bella snuck behind him, being extra quiet as she hid behind many places just so she wouldn't get caught too soon.

Then, while she was walking behind him, she heard him say something that made her stop. "I know you're following me. Go back, I can't take care of you."

Bella froze, seeing him look back. But, she saw something in his expression that meant he didn't fully mean that. He seemed like he did, he seemed afraid about something. Bella frowned before she barked. She was determined, she wanted to try. The hedgehog paused, knowing that look that he saw was all too familiar. His frown turning into a slight smirk. "So stubborn, you remind of someone I know. Alright, come on." he said.

Bella smiled, her tail wagged. She barked happily, running small circles around Shadow as he began to chuckle softly. "What did I get myself into?" he asked himself as they made their way to his house.

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After Shadow cleaned her up, washed her clothes, and had her put them back on, she seemed much more comfortable. She now was sitting on the couch, her tail wagging as her eyes flickered to every corner of the room.

He knew she'd be a lot to take care of, but maybe it could work out after all. It was only about a month until the holidays.

What could go wrong?

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A/N:Seems Shadow adopted a puppy!! THIS IS THE END OF CHAPTER 1!! Wrote this and finished at midnight soo I'm tired! Anyway, hope you enjoyed and see ya in the next chapter

(hopefully T-T)

[thenasoneshots]

Blaine Oneshot - Some Secrets are Worth Sharing

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Relations: None of importance

Warnings: None I can think of

Other notes: 1) You’re the principal of Dalton’s daughter. 2) You’ve been pretending to be a guy for a while. 3) Sebastian is in this, but i haven’t actually watched any of the episodes where he’s in (i’m only on like season 2) so he’s prob going to be ooc, but even then he only appears for like a minute, and you’re really good friends with him. 4) (M/n) means male name (cause you’re pretending to be a guy.) 5) Kurt doesn’t like Blaine in this (Kurt is my special lil bean and I don’t wanna make him sad)

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“Can I ask you a question? Are you guys all gay?”

I let out a small chuckle at Kurt’s question, before taking a sip of the (insert drink) in front of me, as Blaine answered his question, “Uh, uh, no. I am, but no, these two have girlfriends.”

“I’m bisexual,” I spoke up, after swallowing the mouthful of (drink).

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“Seb! Come back here! I told you to stop stealing my things!”

I turned around and got out of the way just in time so I didn’t get knocked over by Sebastian running, however, (M/n) did bump into me, “Sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going. Sebastian stole my comb again and he won’t give it back, gotta run!” before he ran off chasing Sebastian again. Kurt helped me stand up and I thanked him, “Kurt, can I tell you something? I’m in love… with (M/n).”

“I’m happy for you Blaine, really! Just tell him!”

I shook my head, “I can’t.”

“Why?” Kurt asked, “It’s not like he’s straight or something.”

“It’s not that. It’s obvious he likes Sebastian, and I can tell Sebastian feels the same.”

“How do you know for certain? Because of the amount of time they hang out with each other? I’ll ask (M/n) if he likes anyone and try get him to tell me who, then you’ll have your answer.”

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“(M/n), question. Do you like Sebastian?”

“Well, yeah. Of course, I do! He’s my best friend.”

Kurt just let out a groan, “I mean romantically.”

“Oh… No, I don’t. Plus he’s gay anyway,” I replied, staring up at the clouds.

“But you’re a guy too…. Wait a minute, (M/n), are you a gi-”

“SHHHH! Fine, yes, just don’t tell anyone.”

“How though? Dalton’s an all-boys school.”

“My dad’s the principal. To be honest with you, Kurt, I got bullied at my old school because I was bisexual. I begged my dad to let me come to Dalton because of the ‘No bullying’ policy and he did immediately say no, due to Dalton being an all-boys school, but I told him that I could pretend to be a guy. I would take cutting my hair and wearing a binder over being bullied any day of the week, so my dad agreed, and I’ve been going here ever since. You and Sebastian are the only two that know I’m a girl, that’s why Sebastian keeps stealing my stuff. I’d like to keep it that way if you don’t mind, so please don’t tell anyone! Please, I’m begging you.”

Kurt just gave me a hug, “I promise I won’t say a word.”

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“Where is it? Where are you, you stupid binder?!” These were some of the questions that were floating around my head as I searched my room, almost turning it upside down trying to find it. I eventually gave up and growled to myself as I buttoned up my Dalton blazer, fixing my hair in the mirror, “Well, I guess I’ll have to roast today,” I told myself as I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was shining brightly. I sighed and left my room heading to my first class of the day.

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“Curse you, sun!” I growled, lying on my back, fanning myself with my hand, “Why does it have to be so hot?!”

I heard Blaine chuckling beside me, “Just take your blazer off, (M/n). We’re allowed to if it's this hot.”

“NO!” I exclaimed, swatting his hand away as he placed it on my shoulder, shocking him and Kurt, “I-I mean… I don’t want to get it dirty… So I’d rather keep it on.”

“Then just unbutton it.”

I shook my head, “No.”

“What are you hiding? (M/n), I know you’re hiding something from me… Tell me,” Blaine protested starting to poke me, knowing it got on my nerves. I rolled my eyes and mouthed to Kurt for him to help me. He smirked and just gave Blaine a nudge, pushing him into me, causing us to fall onto the grass. I felt my face heat up and I saw Blaine’s eyes widen when we realised where his hands were: on my chest.

“Y-you’re a girl?!”

I immediately pushed him off me and ran off, ignoring his shouts for me to come back, and ran back to my dorm room, shutting myself in.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door of my dorm room, “(M/n)... You in there?”

“Go away!” I replied, “I know you hate me or not telling you-”

“I don’t,” I heard Blaine reply from the other side, “I want to talk to you. Please?” I sighed and stood up, opening the door, and letting Blaine inside. I encouraged him to sit next to me on my bed and spoke quickly, “Yes I am a girl, my real name is (Y/n), but you can’t tell anyone else, please. I’ve been pretending to be a boy cause I persuaded my dad, who is the principal, to let me come here because I was bullied for being bisexual at my old school, so when he let me come here, I cut my hair and started wearing a binder so I’d seem more like a boy. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but my father didn’t want me to tell anyone.”

“Does anyone else know?”

I nodded, “Sebastian and Kurt. Sebastian because he walked in on me getting dressed once, and I’m sure the image still hasn’t left his brain, and Kurt because when I was telling him I didn’t have romantic feelings for Sebastian, I said “Plus he’s gay anyway”, and Kurt figured it out from that that I wasn’t a boy. I pro-”

I was cut off when he took my cheek in his hand, kissing me. I was shocked due to the fact that I’d thought he liked Kurt, but wrapped my arms around him, kissing back, something I’d wanted to do for ages. When we broke off, I spoke up, “B-but I thought you were gay.”

“I thought I was too. When I realised I was in love with you, I thought I was gay, but now, at least bisexual.”

“So, even though you know I’m a girl, your feelings haven’t changed?”

Blaine nodded and I smiled, “Does that mean I can kiss you again?”

He chuckled and nodded, kissing me again.

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More oneshot…

[kikidewynter]

so. following my previous posts. i’m thinking kingdom come starts off early in sr1, maybe even beforehand. maybe immediately beforehand

jules and troy are walking through the streets, there’s a little chaos, trouble’s brewing tonight. they walk into a bar and settle down in a booth, half-watching the sharks game on the small, blocky tv. (this is a little rough, possibly ooc) “so how come you never talk about your past?” | julius shoots him a dirty look. troy knows he’s overstepped, but the couple beers have calmed his nerves. “one simple reason: it doesn’t concern anybody but myself.” | “really? what about benjamin king?” he pauses. “angela?” | “how did you know about that?” | troy shrugs. “i hear things.” | “and just how much have you heard?” | “enough.” | “then what the hell are you asking for?” | “i’m risking my neck here because i believe in you—your ideas. i just wanna make sure this won’t turn into some vendetta.” | julius sighs. he turns to look out of the window, at an empty spot across the street. slowly, the image fades into a daytime shot of the same spot, thirty years prior. julius is standing there, at a bus stop. he’s 20 years old. the year is 1976.

[peace-for-levi]

Your Body, A Masterpiece [Levi Ackerman x GN!Reader]

TW: nsfw content/smut (minors dni!), canonverse levi, feminine words used to describe the reader (wife, mother, motherhood, etc.) and female anatomy is used. potentially OOC Levi lmao. wee bit of dirty talk, tons of body worship, levi is soft in the bedroom in this one. Reader talking down on their body (calling themselves ugly, big, soft, etc.) Levi being blunt. Oral, missionary, pretty standard procedure sex... I think that's it? Let me know if I missed anything. If you're looking for hot sex, this is the wrong place - this is more emotions-focused. It's definitely smutty, but i can deffo write smuttier, lmao.

synopsis: you have been rejecting levi's advances to be physically intimate for weeks over fears your postpartum body is a turn-off for him. he shows you that you are as beautiful to him now as you were back then.

It was late enough when Levi arrived home from the headquarters, approaching eight in the evening.

The house you two had was small, but it was cozy. It was at the end of a cul-de-sac, a ten minute horse ride from headquarters. Ivy had forked out in every direction of the house and the vines hung precariously over the front door. He walked his horse into the stables of your house and fed his horse before turning back to the small front garden. The lilies and lavenders in the window sill pots were standing to attention in the light of the fading sun; you must have watered them recently. He peered through the window of your shared house and noticed the amber light coming from the kitchen and everything inside him perked up.

This was what you did; you were there to provide a sense of excitement every evening when he was finished with paperwork and training.

To have gone so long in his life without having a home to return to, or even having a real house of his own.

It was everything a man could ask for.

Not to mention his beautiful three month old daughter, Isabel.

As he opened the front door of the house, he could hear you trying to shush your child into a slumber. He saw you pacing back and forth and he could hear the exhausted breaths of your child from across the kitchen; she must have been crying for a while now. When you heard the sound of Levi removing his forest green cloak, you turned around.

"Oh, Levi," you murmured, softly, now holding your daughter over your shoulder.

Levi immediately glided over and took the child from your arms. He wasn't used to shushing or calming down the baby - you and him both knew that while you were on maternal leave from the Survey Corps, you'd probably be spending the most time with the baby - but he was getting used to it.

"Is she okay? Has she eaten?" he asked as he shifted his weight from one leg to another, creating a little bounce. The baby wriggled in his arms, noticing that her mother wasn't holding her anymore. "Agh, I know, little one." Levi was quick to surrender, not wanting all your hard work to vanish and passed the child back to you.

"Yeah, it's wind down time now for her. Isn't that right, Isabel?" you cooed. Your eyes always lit up talking to your baby girl, but there was something else there too.

Levi noted something akin to exhaustion in your eyes. While motherhood suited you, he noticed a not-so familiar dark cloud hanging over you these days. He was trying not to broach you about it; Hange told him that becoming a mother can have a huge toll on a person mentally just as well as physically. If it was just a bit of exhaustion, he didn't need to worry too much and he just had to make time to help more.

He also didn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position to talk about things when your mind was so preoccupied with child-minding. Your mind was elsewhere and he knew this because whenever he went to touch you - even just a soft rub on the arm or a kiss on the forehead - you'd stiffen up and freeze.

You'd tell him eventually how you were feeling, right?

He didn't want to be selfish and he knew that it was probably the last thing on your mind, but it had been a while since you two had last been intimate. The six week wait was up but when you looked so in your head and forlorn, he knew better than to initiate it. But then you started sidling out of his embraces or trying to break free from when he held you in his arms at night.

"Levi, I drew you a bath upstairs if you want one," you said, still bobbing up and down. You let out a gasp upon hearing the shallow breaths coming from your child; her eyes were shutting. "Much better now, aren't we?" you said with a smile.

Even so, he knew you were still that same kind person he fell in love with all those years ago.

He took a look at your apron from today's endeavours; covered in crumbs from baking and making dinner, not to mention baby spit-up...

He held his arms out again, continuing the game of "pass the baby."

"I'll put her to bed, you go take the bath. I can always have it tomorrow." He assured you as he rested the child on his shoulder.

You patted him on his other shoulder as a silent thanks and hurried upstairs.

You had two cots bought once your little darling was born; one for upstairs and one for downstairs. In case it was naptime and you were busy doing housework, you could always keep an eye on her while you made food or cleaned. Levi walked into the sitting room and laid the baby down on the sofa closest to him while he stirred the fire, rocks of coal falling against each other and sparking fresh embers. Isabel inhaled sharply and he was quick to his feet as always, but once she settled again, he could only watch in awe.

She was so, so perfect. She had his black hair and gunmetal eye colour, but your infinitely softer eyes. He remembered moments before she came into the world when the nurse commented on the amount of hair she had. He remembers the first time he held her after you and the way her stubby fingers wrapped around his thumb. How she was initially upset leaving her mother's arms but then felt serenity within her father's resolute constitution.

You had given him a child and he was so thankful. It may not have been ideal timing - the war with the Titans raged on as ever and with the battle to reclaim Shiganshina happening in just a month, he was a bit stressed - but he was so thankful for you two either way.

"I wonder if your mom will tell me what's bugging her." He mused aloud, stroking her cheek.

By the Walls, she was just so delicate looking and so, so fragile. How your body managed to give him this was something he was sure he'd never fully comprehend, but was ever-grateful for. Your body nursed and housed her for nine months and it wasn't always easy, but you handled it with such grace most of the time. You may not have considered it a pleasant experience and perhaps your definition of 'grace' differed from each other - Levi was just blown away by your strength to do this.

After a few minutes, he scooped up his little wonder in his arms and walked up the stairs. He walked into the little box room that was next to your shared bedroom. She settled instantly and he was grateful for the few hours of sleep the two of you would get before she woke up for a feeding or a change.

He walked back through the hall and noticed the door to your bedroom was closed. You must have just come out of your bath. He pressed the door open, wanting to get changed into something looser but the sight before him shook him to his core.

You were standing in front of the full body-length mirror with your bathrobe pulled up. He could hear soft whimpers coming from you as you poked and prodded your skin.

You just couldn't help, though; your body was so different now.

Squiggles of red and purple painted the skin on your tummy, hips, lower back and around your upper thighs. These marks were everywhere. You were no stranger to stretch marks - when you were a cadet all those years ago and when your muscles were growing, they were totally natural - but now, they looked so... horrible and ugly. They didn't belong there. Not to mention how soft and dimply your stomach and thighs were once you were ordered by Commander Erwin to stay at home. You lost all your muscle definition and were left with dimpled skin that was bumpy and full of these prominent marks.

You hated the way you look, and you were sure your husband did too. After all, he fell in love with you back when your body was much more defined, right? Why would he like it now that it was different and, well, bigger.

You already decided he wouldn't like it so you found it easier to distance yourself from him and his advances. You knew he probably wanted to be intimate by now - you were needing his touch too, after all - but you were scared of what he'd think. These thoughts had been plaguing your mind once you got the six week clearing and the obsessive thoughts never left you alone. It was easier for you to reject him now than have him reject you months down the road.

Levi was very quick to stop your spiralling once he stepped into the room.

"[F/n]? What are you crying for?" he asked as he approached you.

"U-Uh," you began in a stammer, fastening the rope of your robe, "it's nothing, Levi."

"Yeah, I've heard that enough times from you to know you're lying to me," he said, and he intended for it to come out as a rebuke. You two were married - what was the point in lying to him? He inhaled sharply, though, - Hange had told him hormones can still be wild for a while after birth - and placed a hand on your shoulder, hoping you'd turn around. "Come on, tell me what's bothering you."

You whirled around on your heel and faced him, and only then could he see how upset you were. He was taken aback by this and you could see it on his face by his parted lips, his thin brows raised in surprise. Your cheeks were red from crying and you showed no signs of stopping.

Wait, you were crying over your body? Levi had never seen you cry over something so unimportant (to him.) You continued to criticize your figures and he tried to listen - listen so that you could let this all out - but he hated listening to you be so negative. "[F/n]--" he tried to interrupt but you weren't in the right state of mind to listen to reason.

"I-I'm... I'm so... hideous looking!" you choked out, burying your face into your hands. "I'm so ugly and big, and all these marks are littered all over me!" you cried, lifting up your robe again to show him.

Levi's eyes widened marginally as he dissected what you were saying.

"M-my stomach is so soft now and I have lost all my muscle definition, a-and my thighs are softer and dimpled. And I know you don't like the way I look, it would just make perfect sense..." you rambled, and Levi's lips parted even wider at the last sentence. "I mean, why would you? I'm so different now! And-- And then... how long will it be 'til you don't like me, as a person..." you said while sobbing. You buried your gaze and wiped your eyes, you couldn't face him.

Levi was dumbfounded, illustrated by his slack jaw. This was the reason you were rejecting all his advances, no matter how small? Because you were concerned about how you looked? Why didn't you come to him when your thoughts started to spiral out of control?

"Why didn't you come to me?" he asked, plainly. "You haven't been yourself for a while - and you think I haven't noticed? You honestly thought you could be all gloomy and think I wouldn't notice?"

"I-I guess--" you began but he quickly cut across you.

"I'm the gloomiest asshole ever, [F/n]. You called me Captain Moody for years. I see these things, I do."

You bit your lip in embarrassment. You did feel a bit stupid for trying to hide your feelings in front of your husband, in front of Levi no less - someone who was so attentive to detail. Your tears were still fresh though and still trickling down your face. Levi sighed and walked towards you, taking your hand in his. You wiped your face as he dragged you towards Isabel's room.

The pale, blue light of the moon filtered through the windows and illuminated the bedroom. It hadn't been long since Levi blew out the candles. Levi's hand squeezed yours and the two of you looked at the nesting child.

"Look at her," Levi gestured, whispering softly as he rubbed and squeezed your hand, "she's pretty cute, no?" he asked. He knew you found her cute but you were sniffling too much to answer. "She is, isn't she? She was inside you not too long ago."

You nodded at the obvious fact and with eyes completely wiped and nose no longer running, you squeezed Levi's calloused hands back.

"She's one of my favourite things. I do have my tea, and, sure I enjoy ordering Eren to clean my office because he does it best... but they don't bring me joy the way she does. Especially with how she's beginning to smile and laugh these days..." he continued. "I don't sleep much but when I do and she happens to wake me up, I feel no resentment or frustration."

Levi paused; no matter how long you two were involved romantically, speaking for long periods at a time would always make him cringe or be difficult.

"...You gave me a daughter. You gave us Isabel. You made me a father," he told you. "Something I never thought I would become in this life."

Your eyes were drawn to the way Levi's long, slender fingers danced up and down the baby's thighs. He traced around the stubby-looking knees and the rolls of fat. Probably a foreign sight for him having grown up in the Underground District. It was a sign she was being well fed and that she probably wasn't going to die of starvation like all the other unfortunate kids he had to witness pass away. Much like how he was on the brink of death until Kenny came along.

He walked back into the hall and gestured to you to follow him back into the bedroom. He turned to face you once you both stood in front of the body-length mirror.

"You're obsessing over your body when you had a whole person growing inside you? Tch, of course you'd look different. Of course you'll have new marks and scars and bumps, and of course you'd look a bit bigger... and you think I'd be that shallow to look at you a different way because of that?" he asked. "You're honestly so stupid at times, [F/n]. Must I show you how little I care about the way your body looks? Ah-- let me rephrase that. Must I show you how much I like your body, regardless of how it looks?"

You almost had no time to react to Levi's lips caressing yours. You immediately tried to get out of his hold, your irrational thoughts thinking this must all be an act or that he was lying. You successfully pulled away and Levi's war-exposed, blood-stained hands moved to hold your face in place with such gentleness - he was always so gentle with you - you practically melted into his touch.

That was the power Levi had.

"Let me kiss you, [F/n]," he whispered huskily against your lips, "Come on, won't you kiss me?" he asked, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

Your eyes softened as you gazed at him and he smiled softly, kissing you gently. His lips always caressed you with such warmth and passion, it would always leave you weak in the knees. As he pulled you closer, you could feel his hands grab at you desperately having not been able to hold you like this in months. Perhaps you made him weak at the knees too...

It didn't take much convincing for his tongue to slip against and past your lips, relishing the way you taste and the way you feel. The kiss grew passionate and hot - almost like the two of you were tumbling against each other - and Levi moved to kiss the side of your mouth, your cheeks, your jaw, his nose tickling the hollow of your neck. Levi latched onto your sweet spot in no time and sucked, no hesitance in wanting to mark you. The feeling made you release a moan, a noise he hadn't heard in a while and he was desperate to hear more of it. Levi took a step back admiring the handiwork of two new love bites before placing more kisses to your lips with his hands holding you at your waist.

"Bed." He whispered hoarsely in between smooches and as you walked yourself back, Levi began to tear at your robe.

He noticed how you weren’t helping him take it off and once he had the strings opened and pulled it off, you were quick to hide yourself. You were wearing just your brassiere and panties and your hands went to wrap around your frame. Levi and you had been intimate countless times and he was upset you were so unconfident in the way you looked. Oh well, he’d just have to show you how much he loved the way you looked.

He took your hands and held them at your sides and pressed his lips to your collarbones, leaving sloppy kisses in his wake. His hands were quick to wrap around your back and gently lift you up. Unclasping the bra, he guided you out of it, lifting your arms up. You rose with the motion of his disrobing and sat up again. Levi caught your gaze and pressed his lips against yours again before admiring the way the flimsy material fell off you. He shrugged off his tan military jacket and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Once they had all been popped open, he attempted to lower you again.

“Lie down.”

He laid you down gently and moved to pepper your torso with more kisses, coming to the swells of flesh on your chest. He let his thumb go to one of your perked nipples while his tongue latched onto the other, swirling around in circles. You swallowed a moan, loving his touch too much to think about the way you looked. He continued to appreciate the softness of your breasts and the majesty that was you - his beloved - and the whimpers that escaped your lips at his advances were like music to his ears. He switched sides, thumb rubbing over the sensitive nub and suckling on the other one, but not too hard of course. Your fingers danced and threaded through his dark locks.

“F-Fuck…” you moaned, softly. The sound of your voice in this position made him groan himself as he felt the blood rush to his member. He was paying attention to every sound that escaped you

His mouth continued to work at your nipples and breasts and you weren’t sure how long it had been since he started fondling your breasts, but you didn’t mind. His hands gently knead the mounds of flesh together and a chuckle escapes your lips as your back arches. This sight alone was so arousing to him. If it weren’t for him wearing his military pants and if he was just in his underwear, you’d be able to see the wet patch left behind.

By the Walls, he could never wrap his head around the fact you had wound yourself up like this for months. He had no problem with the way you looked; you were his definition of beauty.

In fact, you were the epitome of beauty to him, his wife. He wasn’t going to say it now but he was disappointed he wasn’t making you feel beautiful. Sure, he had a lot on his mind all the time as Captain of the Scout Regiment, but he always tried to make time for you.

Well, now he’d just have to try extra hard to show just how wonderful you looked to him.

Levi Ackerman didn’t really have a type, as such, as he never thought love was for him. But you were love to him - you were - and you are joy, and that, to him, was beautiful… so your appearance - though it was always a bonus to him - never mattered too much.

He continued to kiss you and savour you like the work of art you were as his nose dipped down the valley of your breasts until he made his way to your midsection. This was where you were most insecure. He leaned up and his fingers traced along every single bump, dimple and squiggly red or purple line. You pouted.

“Levi, don’t spend too much time there.”

“Why?” he asked, bluntly. His fingers made swirls along all your stretch marks, admiring the way they twirled and decorated your tummy and hips. “They’re pretty cool if you ask me.”

“No, they’re not. Stop it.” You rebuked, looking away.

“They are a testament to your strength and everything you’ve done for Isabel. How could I not like them?” he said, lips leaving more kisses wherever he saw fit… which was pretty much everywhere. He looked up at you and noticed how your eyes were still cast the other way. “You don’t believe me?”

Your silence was his answer.

He sighed heavily and leaned back on his haunches. “I have seen comrade after comrade die, be it in my arms or discovering them dead on the way home… I have seen terrible things throughout my life, horrifying things. Trust me when I say this: you having new stretch marks doesn’t bother me at all. Understand?” Once you nodded, he leaned back down and attempted to continue his advances, but not before asking if it was okay with you.

Getting the all clear, he continued to trail his lips dangerously close to the lining of your panties. He leans up and softly rubs your wet heat, admiring the wet sounds it made. He hooked his index fingers and pulled them down, admiring the way your body would always comply with his gestures. He flicks the material onto the floor - it can be tidied later - lays down on his toned stomach, softly massaging your inner thighs; another insecurity. You had gained a bit of weight and lost your muscle definition but if you decided to go back to the Survey Corps - which Levi was vehemently against - you could always get them back and if you did go back, he did say to do it on your own terms. And so, this time when his fingers trailed over the faint stretch marks, you didn’t mind as much.

They were a part of you, after all.

Levi was more often than not a gentle lover in the bedroom and while he could be thorough and passionate, and even rough on the odd occasion, you could always feel the love behind his gestures. Even so, it surprised you when he left butterfly kisses along your inner thighs and spoiled you with his chaste kisses more. This was more gentle than normal, but you appreciated it.

As the cold, frigid night hair brushed against your wet heat, you angled yourself so that Levi’s kisses would be inched closer to where you wanted to feel him most. His fingers spread out and he massages your thighs and he looks up at you and smiles warmly at you. His gentleness and the slowness of it all made your heart swell with love for the man in between your legs.

You started to feel silly for hiding yourself in front of your ever-attentive husband, but Levi had been so careful not to push you. You didn’t know if you should have told him this sooner or whether this was the perfect moment, or if this was just fate. It didn’t matter now, though. Nothing mattered right now while your fingers threaded through his hair and he treated you like you were fine china; like you were the most precious thing in his universe.

Simply because you were.

Finally, it happened. Levi’s fingers made contact with your slick folds to slowly spread. It had been a while since you two were last intimate so he knew you might need more prepping than normal. Which he had no problem with at all. His breath hitches as he moves to separate your folds; you’re dripping for him. This would normally make him want to rush into things but he knew this time sex could be painful for you so he had to reel it all in. He couldn’t help but groan at the way you felt though; he wanted so badly to please you and make you feel all his love and admiration for you. He admires how your juices make his fingertips slide against each other. He brings his fingers to his lips and makes sure to lap up all of your goodness.

“You taste as good as ever.” He murmured as he looked up at you, and you could see the glint in his eyes that were full of want for you.

His fingers return to their slow movements, rubbing you up and down and he sees the way your pussy clenches around nothing as his sensual touches. He licks his thumb and begins to touch your hardened bead, rubbing it just the way you liked it while his fingers continue to tease around your weeping hole. Your body tenses every now and then, trying to get used to this feeling that used to be so familiar to you. Your toes curl and your face scrunches up and contorts with pleasure. You let out soft moans, your clit more sensitive than normal, and Levi treating you just right. So right.

Your eyes flutter close as he presses his tongue against your clit and begins to lick it softly. Meanwhile, his fingers are prepping to enter you. One finger at a time and at your pace; you were setting the tone here. You continued to moan his name softly as his fingers traced around your entrance, the speed of his tongue increasing. You groaned and your back arched as he let his middle finger dip into your entrance and he let up in speed so that you could focus on adjusting to his fingers more. He edged his finger in more and you clamped your eyes shut; it was as if you were a virgin all over again. He wasted no time in finding your sweet spot and you clenched around him, letting out an even louder moan.

“F-Fuck!” you cried out, writhing in pleasure with his touches.

“You’re so tight…” he whispered, huskily against your clit before continuing to lick. He couldn’t wait to have you clenching around his cock but that could wait. In fact, if you decided to stop now, he didn’t mind. Tonight was all about you and the last thing he wanted to do was tire you or cause any pain. “You feeling okay?”

It takes less time than he thought when he thought you might have been ready for a second finger. He wasn’t about to stop the magic with his tongue either. His fingertips rub against your gummy, velvety and his tongue doesn’t let up, lapping at your clit like it was his lifeline. You continued to grind against his face, pushing him in for more and more. You could feel yourself slip into that familiar feeling of heavenly bliss, warmth spreading across your belly as your muscles tightened and wound up.

“Oh, god… Levi, fuck… It feels so nice…” you choked.

He only smiled against you, pausing briefly, but quickly continued, determined to make you cum on his fingers and he’d do this again and again, over and over, until he was sure you understood how much he liked your body.

“You taste so damn sweet…” he groaned. His cock strained against the confines of his pants and with his other hand, began to unbutton them. He left you briefly to pull them down and leaving him in just his underwear and your hands shot out immediately to try to pull him back. “Ha-ha, you can wait like a good girl for just a few moments, can’t you?” He taunted, tossing his pants behind him. You could make out the wet stains of his grey boxers left by his precum. He returned to his handiwork on you and you jerked upwards and whimpered, grateful that you weren’t left hanging too long.

He occasionally looked up at you and was so damn pleased with himself knowing you were feeling good. You were dripping for him and he couldn’t get enough of you. You tasted so nice and having you clench around him reminded him of the times you were intimate more often and how you two would have sex a few times a week. This might have been before you were pregnant and before Isabel was born, and he knew these moments were going to be a bit more fleeting and few and far between; hence why he had to cherish it. And he could never, for the life of him, get over how pretty you looked when he did fuck you.

He hovered over your midsection briefly. “You’re beautiful. You mightn’t see that now. But I find you so fucking magnificent.”

You swore you felt your eyes well with tears at his words. Levi wasn’t always so loving with his words - his love was always expressed with gestures - so this was lovely to hear. You felt a lone tear drip down your cheeks and he was quick to stop his ministrations.

“Shit, are you okay?”

You stifled your groan as best as you could when he stopped, but you appreciated him checking in on you nevertheless. “Y-Yeah, Levi, I am. I, just… I love you, a lot. And I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”

Levi said nothing except leaned forward and pressed a loving kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him but you didn’t mind at that moment.

Levi resumed his actions, your moans and his touches now becoming relentless. He wanted you to cum so bad. You threw your head back in ecstasy against the pillow and cried out. Your moans grew in pitch and volume.

“Ah, ah, hahhh… Levi, fuck, please-- please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you chanted. Levi continued to ravish you and he wishes he could see your pleasure-filled expressions as a portrait in his own private museum. If only you knew how good you looked. “Levi, fuck, I’m gonna--”

He wants you to cum all over him. Make a mess. Do whatever it is that feels good. He’d take it all and live with it; he’d take all your hollowness, your negativity, your insecurities and he’d shoulder that burden himself. He wanted you to give him absolutely everything. He wants you to see yourself as beautiful the way he does you. He wants you to want sex with him again because he is having the time of his life right now. He wants you. He’s hungry for you. He’s desperate for you. And he really wants you to cum all over him; to cum all over his cock.

Then he felt it. He felt your body seize up, your mouth beginning to water and eyes clamping shut. Your walls clenched around his fingers and his mouth helps you through your orgasm. Your pleasure has your eyes rolled back into your head and you’re seeing stars dot your vision. As he overstimulates your wet cunt, you let out a choked sob almost drunk from the pleasure he was providing you.

Oh, but he wasn’t done just yet. He wanted to make sure you were more than ready to take his cock.

As you came down from your high and when your senses restored, you noticed Levi hadn’t left the spot between your legs. He chuckled darkly and lowered his face again and your clit was so sensitive, you almost yelped when his tongue made contact with it. His fingers snaked back into your wet heat and you were dripping for him. He trails his tongue down to your clenching, tight hole for a bit before returning to your clit and he is going faster than before. The coil in your stomach was quickly winding itself up again and Levi was all for it; he wanted you seeing stars as many times as your body could handle, but with a sleeping baby not too far away, it was probably wishful thinking.

How your daughter hadn’t woken up by now was a miracle and both you and your husband were so grateful.

It was a sight to behold; watching Levi lap your juices up like he was starving and pleasured you with his fingers against your sweet spot like there was no tomorrow. “Levi, stop, I’ll cum again if you don’t stop, ah--”

“I want you to. Cum for me, [F/n], cum all over my face.” He ordered, his voice raw with lust. You hardly take it - cumming so quickly - and Levi really tested your limits tonight. His fingers assaulted your velvety walls and he was so addicted to the squelching noises coming from your tight cunt. An addiction he never wanted to get over. Your second orgasm that night washed over you suddenly and your arousal squirted out in large droplets, splashing against his face. He withdrew his fingers that were wet with your juices and hastily rubbed against your clit, prolonging your orgasm once more and your back arched more, a few more droplets coming out. “That’s a good girl…” he praised, flicking his hand dry of your wetness. “Beautiful… just beautiful…” he said, completing with drawing his hands and letting his lips capture yours in a heated, tumbling kiss.

“That-- that felt so good…” you mumbled, your speech slurring as you tried to ground yourself again after two powerful orgasms.

“Good, I’m glad.” He replied and he kissed you. He held you close as your body continued to jerk for a bit and he leaned into your neck to plant kisses there, anything to help steady you. “You want to continue or do you want to call it an end here?” he asked, wiping his mouth. You shook your head quickly. Your body felt so limp and heavy, but you just wanted more. You forgot how good sex would feel. “Alright…” he said and began to shift between your legs once more

He was quick to remove his final barrier and his cock stood tall against his chiseled abdomen. He leaned down and held it at the base as the tip teased your lips. He pushes forward, trying to get the sensitive tip past your tight walls and you immediately tighten around him, and not in a pleasurable way. Your walls clamped around as you tried to make room for him and your nails immediately dug into his muscular shoulders. With soft hushes and whispers of soft nothings, however, Levi was quick to try to get you to relax.

“Shh, shh, I have you…” he whispered, softly.

You let out a pained groan as he tried to push in further and it did take a few deep breaths for him to make it all the way in. Levi stayed like that for a few moments - he was happy to just have you clench around him for the night, even - and let you get used to his length. Levi wasn’t outrageously big; definitely comfortably average, but he was thick, and he knew exactly how to use it. He groaned at the feeling of how warm your pussy felt around him; he was in heaven. This had to be what heaven felt like, right?

Your two orgasms definitely helped him edge in slowly, but after not being intimate for three months and with added dryness you felt down below from labour, you both knew not to expect it to be a great sigh of relief the way it normally is. You slowly began to loosen around him and your grip on him loosened. Levi breathed heavily into the crook of your neck and peppered a few kisses over the bruises he left before.

He moves to thrust as slowly as he could and you have to close your eyes; it was temporary, you just had to grin and bear it. Levi rocked his hips slowly inside you; he was happy out to go this slow; he had been starved for a while. He was happy to get you off with his mouth and have the image of your cumming on his cock help him visually as he jerked himself. So to have you take his cock inside you was a certainly unexpected surprise. It takes a few painstakingly slow thrusts for Levi before you get used to it and you pull him closer to you for more. He is quick to catch the hint as you ground yourself against him and he increases the pace a bit. Tonight wasn’t going to be a fast tumble where he fucks into you hard and deep - not unless you were absolutely ready - and he was going to savour every moan, every whine, every whimper and twitch of your body.

“God, I’ve missed this…” he moans into your ear. You peer up at him and he notices another lone tear coming down your cheek. He sweeps his thumb across, wiping it away and caressing your face softly. “You okay?”

You moaned out as the tip of his cock brushes against the sweet spot of your gummy walls. “Yeah…” you murmured. “I missed this too…”

He slowly increases the pace, noting that your body seems able for it. By now the bed is groaning under the movement of his thrusts. “I missed you.” He whispers softly. “I missed the way you felt, the way you take me so well all the time.”

You let out a moan when his language became crude. He pressed you further into the mattress, wanting to hit that wonderful spot inside you. Your walls are slick with wetness and some of his own pre-cum, and the thought of that causes Levi to let out the most guttural of moans.

“So. Fucking. Good.” He groans, his voice being punctuated by his thrusts into you.

He looked at you with such love and you really couldn’t hold back your moans. You purr out his name like it is your own religion and you just want more and more; you can’t get enough. You didn’t want him to stop, goosebumps dotted your skin and you were left with a jolt of shivers when he hit that spot inside you. Your mind was blank now, all you could think of was Levi. All you could focus on was the way his eyes shut everytime you clamped around him and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

“M-More… give me more.” You moaned and your voice sent shivers down his spine.

He thrusts into you harder now and his arm swoops around your back and pulls you closer to him. He’s drowning in the feeling of your tight pussy around him. It’s so good, it’s almost overwhelming.

“Ah, ahhh, oh god-- Levi, I’m--” you moaned out.

“Good girl, you’re almost there.” He encouraged. As soon as he said this, his thrusts grew sloppy and inconsistent. He was so, so close. You were definitely doing your best if you were trying to milk him for all he was worth. He began to curse under his breath as he approached his own orgasm. When your third orgasm of the night washed over you, it took every ounce of self-control to not orgasm also; your walls clamped down on him as you wailed his name. He held you impossibly tight, shushing you and pressing kisses to your cheek.

“Good girl, good girl…” he mumbled, though he looked so blissed it was like he was saying it like a broken record. “That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well…”

You got a feeling he was gonna pull out so in your hazy state, your hands went to his bottom and held him there firmly. “Please cum inside me, Levi. Please fill me up, let me feel you.”

“Fucking hell…” he groaned. He didn’t need to be told twice, but he also didn’t want to risk anything. “Haaah-- shit, are you sure?”

“Yes, I timed it.”

And that was all he needed. A few more sloppy thrusts and his hips came to an abrupt stop, your walls being coated in strings of his cum. Your body still clamped around him and he almost didn’t want to leave. But alas, all good things must come to an end; Isabel’s sharp cries pierced the air from your midnight escapade. He sighed heavily and pulled out, momentarily admiring the way his cum pooled at your entrance.

“I’ll go to her, you clean up.” He said as he placed a kiss on your lips. He hurriedly searched for something loose he could slip into. He pattered over to the bathroom and washed his hands thoroughly before walking to Isabel’s room. He felt her between the legs checking for wetness and lifted her up to smell and was relieved to find out there was no diaper to be changed. He leaned over to pick up the baby and took her into his arms and was back to bouncing on one foot and then the other. “Sorry, little one, did we wake you?” he said in a hushed tone, and he smirked. “I’ll just blame your mother. She can’t hear me saying that now.”

“Yes, I can!” you called out from the bathroom.

“Okay, it was partially my fault too…” he whispered to her, as if she understood what the hell was happening. Isabel was good at sleeping tonight though, and it didn’t take much bouncing around for her to fall back asleep. Levi placed her back in her bassinet, returned to the bathroom to wash up, and changed back into something to sleep in. But he didn’t get into bed with you.

“Levi?” you called out, rubbing your eyes, clearly exhausted from that.

“You rest now, I’ll stay up for a bit and finish a bit of paperwork.” He said, swiftly.

“Ever the insomniac…” you murmured through a yawn and you shut your eyes.

Extensive aftercare was now a luxury with a baby around - before Isabel, you two would always bathe together - but now it was a case of washing up quickly and being in each others’ arms and silently whispering. It was better than nothing, but it wasn’t the same as before.

You knew not to argue with Levi’s insomnia anyway. You would often fall asleep within minutes of your orgasm and he’d still be awake staring at the ceiling for a few hours. Tonight, however, Levi was going to be staring awake at the ceiling or doing paperwork - that was a swift lie he came up with on the spot - he had something else in mind.

Once he was sure you were asleep - which didn’t take too long after any nightly session with your husband - he tiptoed over to the mirror and carried it out of the bedroom. He carried it down the stairs until he found a cupboard big enough to hide it in. It’d be too much of a hassle to unscrew the bathroom mirror, and that could be done tomorrow, but this was a good start.

Levi was tempted to smash the mirror right then and there, but that would also make a noise (and it was actually a nice mirror.) Hiding it would have to do.

He crept back up the stairs and went back into the bedroom, slipping under the covers after he blew out the candles. You were quick to cuddle up against him, always finding comfort in his radiating body heat.

“Wow… did you finish paperwork already?” you mumbled.

“Yeah, didn’t take too long.” He said, staring over at the now empty corner of your bedroom. “Good night, [F/n.]” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[solaeter]

—The One ft. Bonten! Mikey | NSFW

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Warning[s]: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, window sex, fingering if that counts as a warning xD, author-chan tried to write something sexy and it turned tendy, possible ooc - but that’s fine cause I will always live for soft content uwu, unedited because I live dangerously. If I missed anything or something needs to be added, lemme know and I’ll fix it ^^

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After a long busy night mingling with more people than you would have preferred, you felt immediate relief stepping foot in the posh, far too expensive luxury suite Mikey had reserved for the next three nights. 

Bonten was a part of a large, up and coming business that you paid no mind to. Whether it was legal or not, you didn't know or really care. You met so many snobbish individuals and ones who looked at you like you didn't belong. Which isn't wrong. Their judgmental glances had you nearly hiding behind Mikey who kept a protective hold on you all night, defending you without a second thought. 

Your life was calm and simple. You had worked hard to get an education in Floriculture, owning a cute little business near your hometown selling a wide variety of flowers and other things. You made a name for yourself and enjoyed what you did. Flowers were your friends as silly as it sounded, but at least they didn't judge you from head to toe. 

How did you end up at this event? It's simple really, you couldn't deny Mikey's request that you join him. He was a lost soul, far too gone for his own good and it broke your heart seeing how much he had changed since you last saw him. And you truly missed Mikey considering he was your first love, the one who took all your firsts and treasured them even to this day. So to spend a few nights with him was an easy choice. Perhaps even a little selfish as you clung onto old feelings that may not exist, but Mikey was very much in the same boat as you. He just hid it better than you. 

"The view up here makes this worth it." You muse, standing at the large floor to ceiling window overlooking Japan and its ever bustling city. Seeing how small some things looked from up here left you in awe, mystified by the beauty. Stars twinkled in the sky and it seemed all to perfect, even more so when you felt a pair of arms snake around your waist and a chin rest on your shoulder. 

"Nothing compares to you though, thank you for joining me." Mikey's tired voice is soft and your heart skips a beat at his charming words. He always knew how to woo you over, making you melt with little effort. It amazed you more that he treated you no differently than before despite how life changed both your fated paths. 

"Of course, I wouldn't miss out on seeing you again." You admit rather quietly, eyes locking onto the city lights and how they glimmered so brightly. Mikey hums in agreement, his breath hot on your neck as lips brush along your soft skin, sending a chill down your back. 

Peaceful silence settles between you both as he kisses your neck, trailing up to your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and nibbling just to feel you shiver and release a shaky breath. You were so easily wound up, affection of any sorts being your ultimate weakness. Mikey used to know how to make you crumple and perhaps he never forgot. You were his favorite, the one who taught him what actual love was that wasn't just platonic. And when he had to let you go, it hurt more than anything. 

If Mikey had it his way, you'd never leave his side again. Your presence had this effect over him, twisting his bleak thoughts into ones that were more lively, less negative. Your aura did well in fighting off his darkness, it was so odd. One person shouldn't have that power, yet you did. Mikey's hands slipped down, fingertips fiddling with the hem of the dress he picked out for you. He didn't know where his mind was taking him, but all that screamed out at him was that he needed you. 

“You’re so beautiful [Name],” Mikey breathes, nuzzling his head against yours while his hand slides between your legs and his fingers skim lightly over your clothed pussy. It felt like you didn’t know how to breathe anymore, not when your head spun in every which way. You exhale and grip the wrist that was slowly hiking your dress up. Not to stop him, but rather to just have something to hold onto. “Remind me why I let you go?” He asked, more to himself. The question lingered in his mind for ages and more so now that you were right before him, allowing him to touch you so intimately. 

You bite your lip as Mikey circles your clit, the fabric of your panties rubbing into the bundle of nerves and making your eyes flutter shut. "Tell me why I should let you do this?" You retort on a shaky breath, earning a low chuckle and a bite on the neck, lips sucking to leave a pretty little mark. A claim that you were his, only his.

"You can't deny the spark between us baby, plus I'm crazy about you." Mikey slips past your panties, fingers sliding along your wet folds before two sink inside your hole, curling against your gummy walls and causing your back to arch as a moan spills from your parted lips. It wasn’t fair because he was right, so right. But you wanted to show a tiny, minuscule piece of resistance that quickly crumbles.

“Even though you’re the one who said we wouldn’t work?” You pant, the heat pooling in your lower stomach almost being too much to handle as Mikey works you toward your first orgasm. His fingers thrusted and curled so expertly inside you, knowing where to rub and how to have you unraveling in no time.

“I lied, never wanted to let you go.” He mumbles in your ear, pressing his growing election against your back while he nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent. You were perfect, too perfect! He loved how your walls clamped around his fingers, sucking him in so deliciously. You were close and he knew it, so he moved a little faster and pressed the palm of his hand against your clit. 

“S-Shit,” You stutter on a moan and come around Mikey’s fingers, juices gushing out of your hole and leaking down your legs as he continues to move inside you, working you through your orgasm. Your head was spinning and your thoughts were a jumbled mess, but you still whine when Mikey pulls out of you and shoves his fingers in your mouth. 

“So beautiful,” Mikey murmurs, watching you through the reflection of the window. Your eyes were wide as you cleaned your juices off his fingers, sucking them all nice and slow. It nearly drove him mad and his cock twitched in his pants, desire overruling much of his rational thoughts. “Gonna make you mine again.” 

You hum around Mikey's fingers, thighs squeezing together as he presses himself against your back while removing his fingers from your mouth. God you wanted to feel him inside you, stretching your walls in ways you haven't felt in so long. Reaching back, you palm his bulge and Mikey groans in your ear, lips returning to your neck to leave yet another pretty mark for all to see. 

Mikey's hands travel down to your hips, fingers kneading the tender flesh through the fabric of your dress, a moan slipping past his lips when you move your hand and put it on the glass of the window. "Take me now," You breathe and bend slightly, ass rubbing against his erection, need heavy in your voice and how could Mikey deny you? 

The idea of having you pressed against the spotless glass, high above Tokyo where if someone were to look up they'd see you being claimed by the most dangerous man in gang related history, had Mikey pushing you forward gently until your breasts pressed against the cool glass. He didn't care if you were naked or not, he just needed to be inside you before he lost his mind. 

So he hiked up your dress, taking his bottom lip between his teeth when he saw the beautiful lace adorning your ass, your hips swaying slightly, almost teasingly as he made quick work of his pants, freeing his cock and pumping it a couple times. "I've thought about this moment more than I'd like to admit," Mikey says, grabbing a handful of your ass before pushing your panties to the side and admiring how fucking wet you were for him. The breeze makes you shiver and you look at him through the reflection of the window and your chest swells because not just anyone could see the great and mighty Mikey showing this side to himself. "how this pretty pussy should only belong to me." He adds, dragging the leaking tip of his cock along your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. 

"M-Maybe if you don't leave me again–" You moan, eyes nearly crossing as Mikey slides inside you, stretching your gummy walls until he's bottomed out and gripping your hips like a vice, "Oh god.." You don't even finish what you're trying to say, instead you focus on how he drags his cock out and then slams back in. It felt heavenly, being stuffed again after quite some time. It felt even better knowing that you kept pressing against the cool glass each time he thrusted into you. Mikey knew your body like a book, the bulbous tip hitting your most delicate spot that had you seeing white and drool pooling at the corner of your lips.

Surely you looked ridiculous, or so you thought but Mikey would easily disagree. You were fucking angelic, a sight that was reserved for him and any fortunate soul curious enough to look up. Your moans sounded like music to his ears, a symphony only he could hear day after day. "so fuckin' perfect," Mikey groaned, reaching around to rub your clit, smiling to himself when your legs tremble and moans get louder. 

You didn't have any coherent thoughts, they vanished into thin air and you just wanted to stay like this forever. Being fucked by the one man you truly loved– still love and relishing in how his cock felt so nice inside you. Heat pooled in your stomach, the coil that tightened daring to snap at any moment had you throw your head back, voice caught on a needy whimper. Mikey knew you were close, your cunt was so tight around him, clenching and sucking him in with each snap of his hips. 

"Let go baby, I got you." Mikey coos, his own release nearing as he circled your clit a lil faster while his hips only stuttered for a moment. You just felt too good! He was surely about to lose himself and you cry out as the coil in your stomach snaps, legs quivering as you come hard around his cock.

Juices leak down your legs, mind numb and body coming down from a blissful high while Mikey chases his own release, forehead resting against your back as he suddenly stills with a low groan, hot spurts of cum painting your walls, filling you thoroughly. 

Slumping against the window, you release a shaky breath when Mikey pulls out of you, hole dripping and clenching around nothing. Hands soon fumble with your dress, pulling it back down for the sake of decency before gently turning you and pulling you in for a hug. You didn't care about the mess between your legs or how you felt wobbly on your feet, Mikey treated you so delicately, lips peppering little kisses against your neck and it had your stomach fluttering as you let your mind wander.

"What does this mean for us?" You ask quietly, feeling a little tired but more curious. Not being one to sleep around or have flings, you hoped that this would be the start of something new, continuing where you both left off from all those years ago. Mikey hums, pulling away from you to meet your droopy, yet lust blown eyes. The corners of your lips quirk into a little smile, shooting straight through his heart.

"It means I'm never letting you go again." He says, reaching up to caress your cheek and you lean into his touch, eyes closing with a delighted sigh. Mikey was a fool to end things with you and even more lucky that you held onto feelings for him instead of turning him away with resentment. He took a chance asking you to join him and he's so, so glad he did. 

"'M tired," You slur, everything hitting you at once and sleep sounded nicer by the second. Spending an entire evening enduring judgemental stares, listening to boring business propositions and ending the evening with your guts being rearranged, you'd say it was a nice night after all. Mikey smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead before leading you to the bed. Bath time would just have to wait. 

He helps you get comfortable before nestling behind your body, arms snaking around your waist to keep your back pressed close against his front. You wanted to say something, across the lines that you loved him but when you go to speak your words are slurred and jumbled, incoherent as you fall asleep. 

Mikey feels the hole in his heart fill with the all too familiar feeling of love and he knows that it's a dangerous game. He lost you once, lost ones he's cared for and now he was willing to let it all happen again. Except this time, Mikey refused to let you go. Or let anything happen to you. You completed him, the missing puzzle piece that turned his world upside down. 

Burying his face into the crook of your neck, Mikey feels the grips of sleep start to pull him under. "I love you," he mumbles even though you can't hear him and lets himself fall into a peaceful slumber he hasn't had in forever. 

[powerful-niya]

Naruhina Oneshot #7

Master Naruto X Slave Hinata

Edited Version Part #1 Found On FF.Net & AO3

Part #2: FF.Net & AO3

Warnings: Heavy BDSM, Dom and Sub Relationship, Master/Slave, Dirty Talk, Profanity, Toys/Vibrator, Bondage, Whipping, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Claiming, Public Claiming, Porn With Plot, NSFW 🔞, Lingerie, Ooc.

18+

Summary: A young girl at the age of 23 completely throws away her old life and discovers a new way of living. A thrilling but dangerous lifestyle. And that's, entering the life of a sex slave. She soon discovers she's matched with a very handsome blonde master. But, as they all say, looks can awfully be deceiving. And in this case, she's in for a very, very, wild ride.

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One sunny morning, a blonde-haired male sat broadly in an all-black chair within a huge room, a young girl kneeling before him. His body was directed towards three large windows which were now covered with curtains, because of their scandalous act.

The blonde let out a quiet moan as a midnight blue-haired woman satisfied him from below, her movements super quick and needy. Everything was somewhat normal except, the young woman's hands were bound behind her back by silver handcuffs, her mouth doing all of the work. But that wasn’t all. Inside of her pussy at this very moment was a vibrator that was cranked to the highest level, one that would have been too much to handle for a regular slave but not the blonde’s slave. She took the sex toy skillfully as well as his cock at the very same time.

She gagged as she encouraged herself to please her master to the fullest, her mouth taking his thick, veiny cock all the way down her throat, her head bobbing back and forth constantly.

The blonde-haired male groaned once more, smiling proudly down at her, "That's it, my little sex slave. Keep it up. Keep on impressing me." The male ordered in satisfaction with two piercing blue eyes, his body sitting upright in his throne-like chair.

The room they sat in was not a regular room. No, more like a red room. Or as the blonde called it.

The playroom.

As a master, he has to train his slave, just right. And by the blonde's strict standards, she was just about there. A whole lot better than when she first started out the BDSM lifestyle. Now, the young slave follows all of his orders without hesitation. If it wasn't getting down on all fours, she was staying rooted obediently by his side. Always. She never, left him, never disobeyed or questioned him and that is what he loves about her.

The blonde male gritted his teeth as he felt himself about to cum from his slave’s delightful actions, his face contorted in pleasure and pride. He should reward his slave for such outstanding work. She made him proud.

The midnight blue-haired woman smiled up at him as she caught sight of the pride in her master's eyes, the emotion encouraging her to work even harder. She stayed silent because there was no order given to speak from her master. She refused to mess everything up from just simply speaking out of turn. So she continued to slurp, lick and suck on her master's hard, wet dick until he finally burst, his head thrown back against his chair.

He cursed loudly, "Fuck! Fuck! You dirty girl!" He shouted out in pure bliss, his hand launching back to roughly cup the back of her head. Her eyes widened by the rough action but before she could make a sound she was driven forward further, her mouth taking in more of the male's dick until she got to the hilt of him.

The blonde dominant wanted her to swallow every last of him. He wanted her to fucking taste, his cum. And that's what she did as he burst his seed deep inside her mouth, the liquid oozing down her throat which she took obediently. She blushed as she felt herself gag several times on his member but she stayed until every bit of the male's seed was emptied from his dick, her mouth slowly sucking against his twitching member as well, to help ride his climax. Because of such an action, she granted the blonde even more pleasure as he came.

He groaned in delight at the tingling feeling of having her lips wrapped around him so tightly. It felt fucking amazing to the strict male. He really loved her cooperation today.

She looked directly up at him as she still had her lips wrapped around his twitching cock, their eyes meeting. From there, the blonde nodded slowly at the hidden question behind those beautiful lavender orbs of hers in which she understood his command instantly. And with that, she slowly removed herself away from the blonde's manly area, her spit still coating it which made it twitch violently, the cool air in the room really having an effect on it.

The blonde moaned, eyeing where his slave kneeled in her submissive pose before him. Even now, the vibrator was buzzing inside his beautiful slave which made her moan and twitch violently, her eyes holding a plea in them, a plea to cum. She knew she wasn’t able to cum without her master’s permission so she held on the best she could. But she felt the vibrator’s speed and intensity work her over. The pleasure just felt so good.

Her master smirked lewdly down at her, instantly reading the emotion behind her eyes, "Mmm, your performance was very good Hinata. You deserve to be rewarded for your outstanding work." He hummed out, his body slowly bending forward to eye the dark-haired woman fully from where she sat on her knees before him.

Her skin was pale but glistening, thanks to all the glorious aftercare her master has given her. She remembers all the times her master would bathe her, rubbing her body with many oils and ointments that can heal her body maturely. She remembers all the times her master rubbed her toes, kissed each one to soothe her. The after-care after intense sessions were always heavenly, a great contrast to master’s training.

The young woman’s mind was filled with thoughts as she sat obediently before the muscular male which was known to be her master. Her body only wore a purple bra and panties, her body still trembling due to the constant pleasure she felt, small pants coming from the young girl due to her performance from earlier. She was still trying to catch her breath. She ultimately gave it her all.

She nodded excitedly at him but remained quiet, her lavender eyes rooted specifically on her handsome master. His blonde spiky hair hung low over his murky blue eyes which gave him a daunting look, his body leaned forward from where he sat in his grand chair. His body wore nothing but black which hovered over her crotch form, drawing their faces close. The young woman’s breath hitched at the sight of her master so close, a blush spreading across her face.

Even after all the fun the two of them have together, her master could still make her flustered by just a glance, by just one word. He was just that, damn sexy. He was marvelous.

The blonde male grinned, his fingers moving away from her head to instead grab the pale woman by the chin, the place he loves to hold. He licked his lips, "Cum, Hinata. You have my permission to cum." He whispered out against her lips but his grip tightened on her chin, keeping her eyes locked on him, "But keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your face as you do." He demanded huskily which made the young girl’s cheeks grow incredibly red but she obeyed. While keeping her eyes rooted on her master she finally allowed herself to let go from holding back her climax. The vibrator inside her was buzzing against her womb with an intensity that made her lose her mind. The vibrator stimulated her sensitive walls with no remorse. It made her eyes roll and her body spasm crazily against the floor underneath her. And her master watched the entire time.

She moaned, "O-Ooh master! O-Ooh, it feels so good!" Her screams and squeals were music to her master’s ears, a chuckle slipping out when he spotted her cute tongue slip from her mouth, a gesture done only because of the overwhelming pleasure that was overtaking her.

The blonde male grinned deviously, "What do you say to your master for giving you this pleasure? What do you say to me for letting you cum, slut?"

"Thank you, master! Thank you!! Thank y-ooh!" Right then and there, the young woman burst within her panties with a scream following several twitches, cumming from the vibrator her master inserted inside of her right before their session. Her master hummed at the glorious sight before him and with his free hand, he slipped it inside of his drooping pants pocket and sought for the remote to the vibrator that was still inside his slave. With it, he turned the vibrator off which caused the young woman to relax, a hum slipping out of her mouth. But other than that, she remained quiet. She felt happy that she managed to get on her master’s good side. He allowed her to cum because of her hard work which was something that the blonde was still fantasizing over.

The blonde master groaned, keeping his hand rooted on her chin, "That was marvelous, Hinata. Your excellent blowjob, your face as you came. It was all wonderful. I’m really proud of you, darling." He said approvingly, "But I wanna know something. I wanna know how you feel about your performance this session, Hinata? You have my permission to speak, hun." The male spoke deeply, his voice holding great authority which left the dark blue-haired girl trembling, her lower area now completely drenched with her juices, now begging for her master’s touch. For his cock. The blonde was really alluring. She couldn't get enough of her master's praises.

But even though she was attracted to the blonde she was also quite scared of him. He had strict boundaries, firm rules, and a sadistic mind filled with creative ways to punish and play with her. She had to make sure not to get on her master’s bad side. After all, his punishments always left her petrified, completely shaken up. His punishments were rather harsh. It leaves her body begging for help.

But of course, she still loves him dearly for he has taken care of her in ways no one has ever done. He accepted her when no one did. He saw something special inside of her when everyone around her only thought of her as nothing more than a shadow, a nobody.

She has fallen for the blonde but often, she wondered if her master felt the same way about her.

The bound lavender-eyed woman smiled at the order she was given, her mouth opening to speak her mind.

'Finally.' She thought in excitement.

She gave off a happy nod, "I think I did a really great job, master. I hope I fulfilled your desires like you wanted, my sexy master." She spoke softly, remembering to address his role in every sentence. Because if she doesn't, it's thirty hits from the whip for her. His words, not hers.

The blonde master nodded in approval and rubbed his thumb over her plump lips watching as they parted against them, a purr slipping from her mouth, "Good girl. I also think you did a very great job. Every time you get on your knees and suck my cock as well as you do, it always takes me back to old times. I always think of moments from the beginning of our relationship." He let out an amused laugh, "I have the times when you were a beginner locked in my head, my darling." He whispered hotly against her lips, his hardened blue eyes eyeing her down.

At the mention of long ago, the blue-haired woman instantly turned a dark shade of red, her head moving away from his eyes. But that just irritated the blonde a bit. He nudged her chin with his fingers strictly, bringing her eyes to connect back with his.

He gave her a warning look but smiled at the embarrassment she portrayed for he saw it as cute, the woman’s heart hammering against her chest from the memories that her master was mentioning. Instantly, they seem to pop up in her head as if they were made recently.

She shook her head, "O-Oh please, master. Those memories are horrible." She commented in deep embarrassment, her mind replaying those awful moments again. Indeed, the times back then were horrible. She was a beginner but the blonde dominant was experienced greatly in being a master.

She broke every rule of his and all that resulted in was punishment. She used to grimace to almost everything he demanded of her. She also used to hate her body all vulnerable and exposed, tied up in embarrassing positions. She used to dislike her body very much.

But after all the punishments she's endured, all the naughty sessions she's been through, she's gotten used to having her pale flawless body disclosed, visible for her master’s eyes to soak up and grow excited from. He absolutely loved the change of behavior in his sex slave.

He knew all of his hard work had paid off. At the sight of Hinata's extreme obedience, her clinginess and her advanced skills in sexual matters is a show that the blonde master has done a good damn job.

He smirked sexily down at her, moving his tongue across his lips enticingly, the woman’s body completely still as she peered up at her master. He let out a hum, "Oh yes, I like when you beg, Hinata. But I can't help but recall the great progress you've achieved. It's a drastic change and your master... likes it very much, darling." He purred out lustfully, his voice drenching heavily with the dangerous emotion.

Hinata smiled proudly at her master's words, her arms still bound behind her back, so her movements were restricted. So she remained rooted on her knees before the blonde in his chair. She let out a giggle, "I-I'm glad, master. Thank you for being so patient with me. I-I'm truly grateful to have such a caring, sexy master such as yourself take care of little ole me." She said with a huge smile on her face, her head tilting in the male’s grasp. The young blonde master couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the gorgeous woman in front of him, his heart racing in his broad chest.

He knew, deep down, he shouldn't feel the way he does towards the woman in front of him. She's only here for his fun and entertainment. She’s only here to satisfy his needs and nothing more. So, why does he get so angry when other men stare at her? Or when she oversteps his boundaries? Fails at following his rules? Why does he start to grow merciless when it comes to punishing his slave?

Recently, it seems he cannot bring himself to hurt her like he used to. He cares for her too much. She's been with him for a long time, doing all sorts of things that strengthened their bond to unimaginable heights. He fucking cared a lot for the girl. He not only desired her but, he secretly had a thing for her.

He chuckled to himself. She's not the only one who gets brought down to the knees.

His beautiful slave gets him, every single time. He's, falling for her. He can feel it.

The male shot the midnight blue woman a grin from where she sat waiting patiently for him, her unique lavender eyes still rooted upon him.

He smirked and with that moment, he went down again and suddenly took her lips up in a passionate kiss which she gladly accepted, her lips happily moving back against him. They hummed, moaned, and groaned in absolute delight from the feel of each other’s warm, tasty lips, the blonde's ass slowly creeping further and further off of his seat.

He was starting to get aroused again. He was going to rip the girl to shreds if he didn't calm his nerves.

He pecked constantly at her pink plump lips in need, one of his hands slowly moving back to roughly grab a fist full of her hair, twisting it in his hold. She groaned into the kiss at the pain his action caused her but complied and leaned deeply into his touch, her eyes closed shut all the while.

He pecked at her lips every now and then but, he really wanted to bathe in the moment. This moment was special to the male, who was known as, Naruto. He wanted to find deep joy and pleasure in the kiss. But once again, Naruto kept recalling long ago and how much of a pain, it took, to whip his slave, into shape.

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[froog-water]

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and thank you for finding this! If you enjoyed this madness that I have somehow managed into a story, then, please do not be afraid to interact! I am relatively new to the whole Apex scene and am, obviously, prone to make mistakes. If there is anything wrong, like spelling errors or something like that, just point it out and I will try to fix it :) This goes without saying but, apologies in advance if Bloodhound appears to be OOC or anything along those lines. As I said, I'm new to all this but I still wanted to try my luck with writing something so, yeah. Though the reader is written with the intention of being a female (she/her), there is really no specific mention of their gender (unless I missed it somewhere) so for now, the reader is greatly gender neutral :) Other than that, I hope whoever reads this likes it. This story is purely selfish and my response to the clear lack of good Bloodhound fics out there in the world 

Upwards Over the Mountain (Bloodhound x Reader)

Chapter 1; next

From somewhere outside, beyond your stone walls, the world raged. The overhead night sky rumbled thick and dark with heavy rain clouds that every so often flashed with brilliant lightning and shook the ground with terrible thunder. Tonight was the last good storm of the year before winter set in to turn everything to ice and chill, and Mother Nature was holding nothing back.

The wind howled painfully and threatened to rip the bar's front door clean off its rusty, old hinges. Worriedly, you pass the rickety things a brief look, unsure if the storm would make due on its promise to ruin your night. Rain hammered endlessly on the ceiling and your lights gave a concerning flicker - there was still time yet.

As your hands busied themselves with the cleaning of the day's mess, wiping down tables, and stacking plates and glasses for washing, your mind wandered to the security of your late-evening patrons. You whisper to yourself, and whatever god was listening, a silent prayer for their safe journey home.

The town you had precariously made your home was a terribly small farming community nestled tightly to the base of a mountain, families here were numbered and small and people were old and simple-minded. At the center of this plain society sits your bar, the beating heart of all the people, where conversations were light and bubbled easily with the flow of alcohol and food. Your connection to this hub of activity, being its sole owner, meant that on a near-daily basis you had the privilege of intruding in on these strange people's lives, of which they were more than eager to allow you entry.

Though in the beginning, you tried to keep them all at a safe arms-length, smiling at their jokes only when necessary, they had a way of seeping under your skin. The country life was most infectious and her inhabitants, even more so. They were plain people plagued by simple problems and naively narrow mindsets and it was all so intriguing to you in a sort of enjoyable manner. Their ways of life, views on the world and politics, the way they treated each other, and, of course, their stories. Especially their stories. All this brought out of you a sense of interest, albeit a somewhat back-handed one. The imagination of these people, whether it be for the better or worse, always struck you as so strange and wonderful. The fishermen who strolled into your bar would regale you with the tales of their daily catches and how the ocean had favored them thanks to their abiding of some ancient traditions. The farmers would entertain you with wild gestures of their experiences in the fields, proclaiming with great conviction that they had seen something almost magical in the early rays of the dawn. Such simple things when compared to the true, harsh reality of the machine-driven world beyond your doorstep.

Having known nothing but bitter metal and concrete jungles for the majority of your early life, these seemingly insignificant worries of old entranced you and teased out a seemingly lost sense of childishness. Despite your heavy scrutiny, these people prevail and their stories linger long after your doors shut for the evening.

Your thoughts often drifted back to their many tales, replaying their absurdity like television in your head in times of quiet with gentle bemusement. It was always more preferable to occupy your time with fairytales than to dwell on more intrusive voices. Tonight, however, the usual whimsical wives' tales were instead replaced with ill tidings.

Again the front door pushes inwards as the wind picked up and the glass windows rattled in place. You exhale loudly in a desperate attempt to soothe your racing heart. This bar was old and stable, earning the title of being reliable after many years of resistance to this tortuous climate, and though it whined at the force of nature beckoning down on it, you had to trust that it would not fail you this time. Your night was not going to be ruined by faulty foundations.

You fill your arms with dirty cutlery and take it back to the kitchen to be washed and packed away. While walking you pass the front window, a beautiful piece of stained glass gone yellow in its corners from age, and there you hear the noise again. Your mind immediately flickers back to the prominent story that had not left your consciousness since the first rumblings of the storm.

The caw of a raven.

A large part of you scoffed at yourself and your childish notions for even humoring the idea. It was absolutely, totally, 100% ridiculous. But, you muse to yourself, there was nothing else to listen to and your mind had a tendency to drift away.

You had heard this wild tale about the Winter ravens from a group of old ladies who had visited the bar in your early years of employment. They had occupied a large table in the corner of the room and blew tobacco smoke out their pipes whenever you approached them. Eventually, they eased into your sweet hospitality and offered you some advice, curling their elderly fingers in a motion for you to sit with them. Their ‘advice’, if you could be so generous with the word, was to never feed the ravens who arrived in winter. They foretold of a great danger to those who stupidly talked to these birds and of a stranger who followed them, whose eyes glowed in ominous moonlight and who was nothing like anyone had ever seen before. How vague a description but how fascinating it all was. It captivated you at the time, how entirely peculiar this story was and how it had entrapped the women in its grasp of fear and worry.

It was in their wrinkled, old eyes that you wondered if maybe there was such a person, if perhaps their story was somehow based on true events. But your rational mind was quick to corral your thoughts and you slipped back into unphased independence. It was just a fancy story made up by people who had nothing better to do than to smoke and spread rumors.

Even so, through all the talking down and condescending, the story still held a tight grip over you. And it did not help that over the storm you could hear the very ravens you had been so warned about. The previous winter was bizarrely devoid of these animals, drawing even some backward comments from the more normal of your patrons. It seems that this year, the birds were determined to make amends for their absence.

Over the clattering of glass and metal and the ever bellowing of the storm, you could still hear the birds calling. They scream loudly, their voices seeming to get closer to the front door with every passing utterance as if drawing in on your location. Despite everything, the corners of your mouth twitch upwards in a smile. How exciting it would be if such a wild story was true. Imagine the looks on the ladies' faces if you were to tell them you stole a look at their raven stranger or even, heavens forbid, you spoke with them. The bird outside caws again and, against all your better judgment, you stop your washing of the plates and quickly dash for the door. A soapy hand grasps the handle and before you could reason with yourself to stop being so ridiculous and easily persuaded, pulls it open to reveal a world wracked with night and storm.

Immediately, the biting cold of the rain stings your bare face and the wind pulls mercilessly at your clothes. A hand shoots up to cover your eyes and the other grasps the collar of your coat closed, a feeble attempt to remain steady in the torrent. In the darkness of the night, your eyes squint, darting up into the sky to find any sight of your midnight visitors. They sounded so close, as if sitting right on your front porch waiting for you to open and allow them inside. Unsurprisingly the ravens were nowhere to be seen, supposedly their black bodies giving them the advantage of hiding perfectly in the night. Surprisingly, however, when your eye level lowered to the empty street before you, you caught sight of the outline of a figure in the rain.

In the instant, all your whimsical fantasies and daydreams flee your head and are replaced instead with very real concern. That was a person.

“Hey!” Your voice hardly makes a dent over the orchestra of water and thunder and you swallow hard before trying again. “Hey!” You yelled, your free hand coming down from your eyes and cupping your mouth. This seems to have finally grabbed the attention of the troubled figure and they suddenly turn in your direction. The moment your eyes make contact, you barely manage to stifle a shocked gasp. Two reflective disks stare back at you, catching the light of the storm in an almost hypnotizing way - you were sure that had the moon been out, you could have mistaken them for glowing eyes. The story of the raven stranger starts afresh in your head but you quickly shake free of its grasp. Now was not the time to reminisce on fictitious gossip - right now there was a person who needed your help getting out of the storm.

You beckon the figure with urgent hand movements and a hasty side-step, revealing the warm glow of the bar inside as invitation. Your message was clear - please come inside. Luckily, the stranger was willing to follow your orders, reacting before you could even blink, and swiftly making their way towards you in powerful, strong strides. You hold the door open with your shoulder as they approach and it is only when they enter the doorway do you finally get your first good look at the figure.

Your first thought - they were much larger than they had appeared to be while standing in the darkness. Closing the door behind them you try your best to remain aloof and polite, casting your eyes to the floor so as not to stare. With the door closed the bar fell back into subtle stillness and you could finally come to bearing with your panicking mind. You had just invited a most odd-looking stranger into your bar, one who fits to the T the very weird description of an even weirder story and now, you were alone with such a stranger. A part of you, the one who scorned your carelessness, lashed at the back of your mind - this was a most stupid and potentially dangerous folly. But there was no going back now. It would be rude to turn possible patrons away especially in this sort of storm.

“Well,” You remark a little too breathlessly, shaking your wet head and walking behind the front bar. You reach underneath the long table and produce a towel with which you begin to pat dry your hair. “What horrible weather.” You offer the stranger your best winning smile - this would be easy, you try to convince yourself, you know how to deal with all manner of people and though this particular one, clad in heavy hunters gear and animal furs, was a little startling, they were just like anyone else who strolled in through your doors. You force your anxieties to leave your chest as you exhale and prepare to make light conversation.

“What an odd coincidence this all is.” Your voice carried around the bar without much-needed volume, the atmosphere somewhat lightening as you broke the quiet. The stranger remained motionless, their head turning ever so slightly to scan their surroundings. You push on. “I had no idea anyone was even out on such a night as this. Had I not looked out the door at that exact moment, who knows how long you would have been-”

“This is The Drunken Mule, is it not?” The stranger suddenly spoke, ripping the carpet right out from under your feet with how loud and potent their voice was. After a minute of composure, you nod even though they were not looking in your direction. Something about their tone made you narrow your eyes and set your warnings on high alert.

“Yes.” You answer strongly. “A most unfortunate name.” Out of nowhere the stranger rounds on you and steps forward, drawing you into their mesmerizing appearance with their illuminated lenses and towering physique.

“Vhere is the owner, Andante?” There it was again, unmistakable and oh so violent. Carried over their heavy accent and muffling mask, the anger in their voice was most noticeable. At the rising sense of threat, you drop nearly all of your trained mannerisms and you furrow your brow. Your thoughts momentarily flicker to where your gun was stashed and you shudder at the thought of retrieving it. Never have you had a fight occur before in this bar and tonight, you were not looking to make this encounter be your first.

“What business do you have with him?” You ask with professional coolness that only appeared to irk the stranger for their hand twitched and an annoyed scoff could be heard. You had to keep it cool despite their obvious rising temper and though your heart beat around your ribs like a wild rabbit caught in a cage, you knew better than to back down.

“That is of my own.” They shoot back with half-bitten venom.

“I am afraid not.” You replay placidly, swallowing your bubbling fear in favor of remaining in control, “Andante More died last spring. I am the sole inheritor of both his bar and his inn. So whatever business you have with him, you also have with me.” Thankfully, your voice did not betray how shaky your knees had become and you puff your chest out and glare in an effort to portray false courage.

There was a moment of tense quiet, neither one of you moving or speaking, all that could be heard was the constant drumming of rain on the roof. Then suddenly, movement from the stranger, and although you cannot see their face, you can most definitely feel contemplation slowly corrode their malice. This action, along with your revelation, made the stranger hesitate in their defense then deflate in an almost defeat, although it was hardly discernible under all that heavy clothing and armor.

“I ask again,” You pry further, your arms crossing over your chest and your trained eyes never once leaving their daunting outline. “What is your business here?” A moment of silence passes before the stranger manages to speak, their voice devoid of their previous hostility but not of mild irritation - you could tell that they were trying to rein in their heated emotions even if some residue still clung to their words.

“I had an arrangement vith Andante. I have a cabin out in the mountains, he vas to maintain it vhile I vas away. I vas kept busy last year and vas unable to visit until now. It vas not in my knowledge that Andante had passed.” They were certainly quieter now, their voice smoothing out into a relaxed and almost apologetic tone. News of the man's death must have struck a nerve with them and you could feel the room shrink as their fury did. You take in the stranger's words, rolling them over your tongue before deciding how best to answer.

“This is the first I have heard of such an arrangement. Had I known, I would have happily taken up Andante’s duties.” You admit plainly, allowing some sweetness to ooze back into your words and extend out to the stranger in a metaphorical olive branch. You were quick to forgive the grievances of this troubled stranger - a personal fault you had yet to decide was virtuous or not. You would have to wait and see. “Is there a problem with your cabin?” It was obvious what the answer was by the way the stranger had arrived in all their unfriendliness and from basic deduction, but you still asked the question with genuine concern.

“It has been left unchecked. The roof is torn and the rest is in disarray.” They replied after a moment of debate, unsure if they were allowed to speak to you after their appalling entrance. Suddenly the stranger lowers their head in a short bow, a gloved hand touching the brim of their helmet. “Please forgive me and my intrusion vith such reiði. I vill leave now.” In a blink of an eye, the stranger had moved to the front door and already had their hand around the handle.

“W-What? Wait!” You react off instinct, a hand reaching out to follow the retreating figure. It was so abrupt to have this person switch between such potential anger to this somehow polite and embarrassed individual that it took you at least a few seconds to gather your bearings. “Wait.” You say again, a tired laugh passing through your lips as they stretched back to their gentle smile, all your pent-up repentance bleeding away into comfort and ease. “I am afraid that I cannot let you leave. Not after all,” you make a motion with your hand, “This.” The stranger does not turn to face you completely, instead, they hover by the exit, offering you only their ear to listen to what you have to say. If they really wanted to, this person could just push their way into the night and you could do nothing to stop them - it was only courtesy that kept them in place long enough for you to speak.

“You say your cabin has a hole in its roof. And I imagine it would not be very pleasant to sleep in, especially on a night like this.” You step out from behind the bar and stride over to the door, moving close enough that you could start to make out the more fine details of their unusual outfit - a collar of thick fur, many odd pockets and bags covering their chest and hips, and a head hidden behind a most bizarre gas mask and goggles. Something about them strikes you as extremely familiar but you cannot remember ever meeting someone quite like this person before. “As I have said earlier, I own Andante’s Inn which, unsurprisingly, is empty this evening.” You manage to edge yourself into the stranger's field of view, successfully bringing their attention back to your face. You smile encouragingly under their unwavering gaze.

“Did you walk here?” Your curiosity gets the better of you and makes its presence known through the form of impertinent questions. The stranger does not answer, rather they slowly and deliberately tip their helmet downwards in a quiet yes. “Then I really cannot let you leave.” You boast, your arms once more folding proudly around your chest. “Please, I insist you stay the night here where, at least, you will not get wet.” They made no moves, showed no indication that they had even heard your request.

“If not for your sake, then for my own.” You add on, your tone gentle and beset with sincere worry, “I would not be able to sleep tonight knowing that I willingly allowed someone to brave this horrible storm alone.” This roused something in the stranger and after a few silent minutes, they nodded in reluctant agreement. Your smile doubled in size and you clapped your hands softly.

“Wonderful! Thank you so much for agreeing.” You bow your head slightly before darting back to the kitchen to secure the bar for the evening. After grabbing your coat and turning the lights off, you return to the waiting stranger and motion for them to follow. Over your shoulder you throw them a tease, winking in a terribly playful and scripted manner.

“Do not worry. Our boarding rates are quite manageable and I may even throw in a free breakfast.”

~

As the warm smell of sizzling bacon and fried eggs fills the small kitchen in the early hours of the morning, your mind wanders back to the events of the night before. You can not help but cringe pitifully and wrinkle your nose in disgust.

How idiotic you had behaved, how unnecessarily childish you had been - all with a complete stranger no less! It is the most common knowledge to be wary of strangers, especially ones who appear at night dressed as if ready to go to war. What had compelled you to be so reckless and to willingly invite such a danger into your abode? You had put yourself in jeopardy's way all in the name of some old promise of benevolent kindness. Always help people, Andante drilled into your head. Always. Perhaps your unwise behavior was the result of too many late nights or maybe a far too-convincing patron had indulged you in one too many beers. Whatever the cause was, you cursed it wholly.

Over the crescendoing noise of your own self-degradation, the sound of the kitchen doorway creaking brought your head up and towards the solid figure suddenly occupying its space.

“Ah!” You jump slightly, the spatula you have been using to cook the bacon flying up in a defensive position. It takes you only a heartbeat to relax, laughing airly and banishing your vile self-criticisms to be examined on a later date. “You scared me!” You say to the stranger, waving them over to the small, prepared table with a well-oiled smile. “Please,” You motion to the chair, “I woke up feeling rather generous this morning!” After a moment of consideration, the stranger silently slipped forward and took their place at the opposite end of the breakfast table. You afforded them their stoic silence, deciding rather to lead the conversation yourself than to try drag a word out of them. Clearly, the two of you were both still in equal shock over last night's events.

“I have not had the honor of sharing breakfast with someone in quite a long time so forgive if my culinary skills are,” you turn around and slide two pieces of bacon off the pan and onto toast, “lacking.” You lift your eyes to meet their emotionless mask, an unconscious and unwelcome shiver travelling up your spine as the thought of what lay beneath bites at your curiosity. Something was most certainly familiar about them but what exactly it was still eluded you. “Coffee or tea? Or, better yet, do you even want the bacon?”

“Coffee vill do. No sugar. And bacon is velcomed.” They finally speak and greet your ears with a much admired and amused delight - no longer were their words dipped red with unidentified anger but now, rested and offered food, were decent and alluring. Their accent is on full display to your interest and your keen ears lean in. You feel your painted smile shift more in favor of sincerity as you prepared your guest their meal.

“I must commend your sense of timing.” You push on the conversation much to the gratitude of the stranger who eased at your playful words, as did all your patrons. You were the master of teasing people, talking them up with trained comfort and care until eventually they paid you or offered you something more. You were a most tantalizing host. “It was just last week that I had helped old Carter on the hill rebuild his disheveled cattle shed. See, I have never done such a task before and had provided him with…” You pause, carrying over to the table the stranger's made-up breakfast and drink, “an overabundance of supplies.” The silence from the stranger wordlessly implored you to explain where exactly you were heading with this discussion.

“What I mean to say is, you have a roof with a hole in it. Correct?” They nod, the beads hanging from their odd helmet swaying with the motion. “And I have a heap of unused materials just laying around taking up space.” You plop down in your chair with a small huff, “Do you see where I am going with this?”

“You vish to help me?” They ask without missing a beat, taking up your offer with the grace and judgment of a butcher at a slaughterhouse. You blink in surprised confusion.

“Is that so wrong?”

“I know that service from people is not like air - it is not free. Vhat do you intend to gain from helping me?” Though their apprehension to your rather forward proposal was expected, you still felt a twinge of hurt at their words.

“Nothing at all. What could I ever want from you?” You mockingly place a hand over your wounded heart, an attempt to break the blooming ice in the stranger's concerns. “If anything, you will be doing me a service and getting rid of my supplies. Plus, I might add, you technically have paid me already.” This draws a curious reaction from the raven stranger, their head cocking to one side. You stand quickly and from the counter, grab a piece of crumpled paper.

“For the longest time, ever since I first got my hands on the finance documents of this place, I wondered where the hell these quarterly sums of money were coming from. If perhaps, Gods forbid, Andante was involved in a more shady money-making scheme. But now I know.” You offer the paper to the stranger and they take it with a thick, gloved hand. As they scan over your business's finances, their thumb tracing over a particular underlined article, the very one you had spent all night pondering over. “It's from you, isn’t it? No name, no details. Just money.” You watch them for a reaction, shuffling over to your seat and taking it up once more. “Money you paid Andante to watch over your cabin in the mountains.”

“You are correct.” They answered after a minute, handing back the paper and sealing together the theory you had come up with. You sigh your relief.

“Then it is settled,” You announce, taking your fork and jamming it into your food, “We leave after breakfast.” The stranger waits in strained quiet, an uncomfortable atmosphere ebbing off their totally unreadable appearance. You wonder what could be ticking behind those moonlight lenses of theirs, what kind of person were they really. The same curiosity that compels you to store and maintain the stories of a fantasy people tugged at your chest - this stranger, as unpredictable and bizarre as they are, attracted you more than anything before.

“I eat alone.” They announced suddenly, snapping you violently from your daydream. You shake your head and return to your autopilot hospitality.

“Of course. Down the hall, second door on your left. There is the lounge. It is empty and you are welcome to close the door.” At your orders, they rise from their chair. “Oh and just one more thing.” They pause, training their unblinking mask on your face under which you did not cower. “As crazy as it sounds, I don’t remember asking for your name last night.” The raven stranger tenses at your request, almost as if taken aback by your lack of recognizing them, then lifts a hand to their chest.

“I am Blóth Houndr. You can call me BloodHound.” You tell them your name and they dip their head in acknowledgment. And with that, they collected their food and made their way to the other room.

~

The sun overhead gave little warmth as you stood in the field, dying blades of long grass coming up and raking across your pants like zombie fingers of the earth. Bloodhound had asked to visit Andante’s grave before departing to the mountains and you were more than willing to oblige. Typically graveyards were somber, cold places, filled with the forlorn memories of people no longer walking. But this place was the furthest thing from that plain description.

Sure, it housed many a sad memory but it certainly was not cold and somber. It occupied the top of a hill, overlooking both the town and neighboring mountains. The air up here was clean and always blew with the faintest hints of lemongrass. In a most unusual way, it was peaceful up here, light and alive as if untouched by time, people, and maybe even death. You hesitate to even call it a graveyard.

In the distance, you could see Bloodhound, their head lowered over the late man’s grave in some unimaginable prayer or curse - you were not sure which they had chosen to say. They were a most weird enigma and you found yourself inclining into them with every passing conversation. People who wore masks obviously had something to hide and you often prided yourself on not being too nosy and digging in on their private business. But with this raven stranger, you could not help but want to know more. No matter how much it pained you to have to admit it. You knew everyone else who lived, worked, or passed through this town but not this one. You pinch the bridge of your nose with your thumb and forefinger and whip yourself anew. You have to get out more often, have to meet new people, and be reminded of your own insignificance. These old town’s people were incredibly boring and were starting to make you act desperate.

Bloodhound shuffles and you assume their grievances to be over. With a hand full of freshly plucked wildflowers, the last growing of the season, you make your way over to them. Silently, you slip beside them, eyes downcast and focused on Andante’s headpiece. You kiss the tips of your fingers and touch the cold stone - a true sign of admiration.

“I know it is not proper to offer flowers such as these at a grave but,” You bend down and gently place your makeshift bouquet on the dirt floor, “They are so beautiful. And I know he would not have wanted it any other way.” You remain kneeling for longer than you had expected. Suddenly your chest feels tight and something made of iron drops heavy in your stomach. You had never been accompanied to his grave before and apparently being there with someone was enough to draw out of you, long-buried emotion.

“You must forgive him.” You whisper to the open air, your mind slowing and your tongue working off an unpracticed instinct. Your shoulders sag and your knees begin to ache. “Andante was not all there when he died. In his last few days, he could not even remember his own name.” Yellow grass tickles your hands as they follow the engravings of the man's name in stone. “You cannot blame him for forgetting.”

“I do not. I hold no biturð against Andante.'' Bloodhound answered next to you. That weight in your stomach lightens and you find the courage to stand up straight again. “My journey here vas long and left me unfocused. My reiði vas improper and unjustly pointed towards you. I am sorry.”

“Please do not apologize.” You murmur softly, shaking your head in a slow gesture, all the while with your eyes remaining fixed on the grave before you. “We all have our reasons for performing and yours was perfectly adequate.” You finally manage to tear your gaze away from the ground and towards Bloodhound. You are startled to find that they were already looking at you. “You are human under all that, right?” You joke, your signature playfulness sweeping back into control over your actions. Bloodhound curtly nods and you smile, charm gleaming off your eyes. “Then you don’t need to apologize. It is an occupational hazard.”

~

When Bloodhound had first told you that their cabin was up in the mountains, you had foolishly hoped that it would be a short drive to get to. This whole town was, by all technical reasoning, ‘up in the mountains’ so how much further out could their cabin be? It took you nearly an hour along a treacherous dirt road to finally reach their hidden paradise. By the time you stepped foot out of your dingy old truck, your back was aching and your legs whined to be stretched. The sun was right above your head in a gloriously mild midday. Clearly, your hopes for a short day were quickly going down the drain.

Their cabin was modest, but then again so was everything else here so how much of that was a virtue still hung in the air. You complimented it regardless. The small wooden house blended seamlessly in with the forest scenery, even as the greens turned to yellows and browns, so too did the wonderful dark wood of the house. The trees surrounding the building were tall and ancient which all stretched high above your head, standing tall and unphased by man's will. This was no ordinary house, you said to yourself as you stepped into its shadow, it did not claim itself different from the wild world. Instead, it sat in it all, watching as everything moved untouched around it. You pass a cheeky look at the raven stranger and contemplate if they shared their cabin's sense of independent aura. Bloodhound led you around to the side of their home and even from your viewpoint on the ground you could make out the extent of the damage. After a very minimal inspection, you nod your head, grab the ladder from your truck, and set to work removing the fallen tree branch.

It was a long and tedious job, your hands acquiring many new scraps and splinters and your muscles gaining a sort of stiffness you would regret in the morning. Bloodhound had offered you gloves but you politely declined, you did not wish to ask too much of the stranger and plus, they were doing all the heavy lifting. By the time the sun had started to dip behind the horizon, your work was thankfully nearly complete. With a triumphant and defeated puff, you land ungracefully on the forest floor. Exhaling loudly, you flex your red and sore fingers and watch as your knuckles acquire a purplish tint - it sure was getting colder now. Bloodhound approaches your resting position and sits across from you, a glass of water in their hands. They extend it to you and you gratefully take it.

“Your vork is done here. I vill handle the rest. I thank you again for your rich generosity.” They say, their signature head tilt making an appearance as a sign of unspoken, and unnecessary, gratitude. You scoff and brush them, and their charming words, off with tired bashfulness.

“Please, I had you do most of the hard work.” The water goes down with much praise from your tired body and you relish for a moment in the relaxing quiet of the forest. The air was cold and getting even more so as the sun’s warmth retracted behind trees and clouds. Around you, the world was at a complete silence save for the mere brushing of leaves and the odd call of a bird. You open your eyes at this sound and see before you a raven pretched surprisingly on Bloodhound's extended forearm. It looked at home on their arm and playfully nipped and pulled at the many beads dangling from their unusual helmet. With the back of their forefinger, they gently stoke the black bird's chest feathers, a forgein whisper escaping their masked mouth.

It was a marvelous sight indeed, something you had never seen before and you were certain to never see again, but you found yourself unable to truly relish in the scenery. Your internal confusion must have made its way to your face for Bloodhound cleared their throat.

“Clouds cover your mind. You look troubled. Something the matter?” They asked and you felt embarrassment well-up in your stomach.

“No, of course not!” You dismiss haphazardly, flicking your hand around your face as if trying to shoo away an annoying fly. When it became clear that your flimsy denial did not please the raven stranger, you relented slightly. “Well, it’s just that…” Never had your words betrayed you like this and you inwardly screamed at yourself for being easily moved to speechlessness. “You seem awfully familiar to me. I mean, I know I have never met you but ever since last night I have this nagging feeling that I have seen you somewhere before?” You frown and break eye-line with Bloodhound’s disk-like goggles, shaking your head slightly in befuddlement and apprehension. You were getting too comfortable with this stranger, going so far as to feel safe enough to share such personal and tripe worries with them as if they were more than but a most perfect and dangerous stranger. Bloodhound hums and sends their bird away with a jolting motion of their arm, rocking back onto their hunches and then into a crossed-legged position. They fold their arms firmly across their chest and watch you as you try to fruitless pluck an answer from your frazzled mind.

“Your intuition rewards you. I am the many seasons vinna of the Apex Games. Perhaps you have seen me on the television.” At this you snap your head around to them and stare with wide, unblinking eyes. Suddenly you laugh and run a hand through your damp hair.

“Oh my god, of course! That makes so much sense!” You practically shout, straightening your back and coming to life in a most comedic fashion. “Then that means,” You turn to Bloodhound again this time with awkwardness flickering in your eyes, “You’re like a celebrity.”

Bloodhound shakes their head in disagreement, “You’re flattery is misguided. I am merely a hunter for the Gods.”

“Still that's… wow.” You breathe, defeated by your own stupidity and reaction. This was the furthest thing from the cool persona you had worked so hard to create and maintain - you were speaking freely and from your own ass. Was it such a shock to your system to meet this wild and unfamiliar person that you could no longer remain in your aloof loft? You were crashing down to earth and embarrassment clawed at your corpse to claim it. You send out a silent prayer that maybe Bloodhound would not notice or take offense to your spontaneous giddiness.

“I must admit.” Bloodhound’s voice wafted to your ears as if through a dream. You turn to look at them, offering what little smile you could muster. “I have never had a reaction so adverse like yours before. Most people just cower.” Their teasing comment turns your smile from artificiale to one more earnest. “I did not think the people here vatched such programs.”

“They don’t.” You answer in between breaths of laughter, catching their amused tone and running with it - playing along with them much to the ease of your heart.

“I had my suspicions that you vere not of this place and now it is clear I am correct.” They admit.

“Oh really? What gave it away? Was I too rowdy? Or was my tongue too harsh, as I have been told many times?” Your face beams with reigniting vigor, the last of your energy seeming to only grow as Bloodhound spoke more with you. They shook their head.

“Nei. Your spirit is strong and velcoming even in the face of danger. And your tongue is quick. The people of this planet, however. They are more…” They hesitate, fingers drumming on their bicep as they rake their brain for the correct words to use.

“Old-fashioned?” You offer, leaning over in their direction. They shake their head again, this time rather absent-mindedly. “Suspicious? Sheltered? Inclined to gossip?”

“You speak such harsh words yet I detect no hostility in them.” Bloodhound gazes at you from behind their mask, eyes flickering over your form in search of any hint of malice. Your airy laugh only relaxes your shoulders and brings to life your weathered face. They notice this and observe with meek delight the way your face stretches with a genuine smile. It was wonderful to see, they had to admit.

“I don’t mean any. The people here are wonderful and kind. They gave me a home when no one else did.” Your heart thumps painfully in your chest and you quickly avert your eyes back to the grassy, forest floor. It was so easy to overshare with Bloodhound, whom you had to hotly remind yourself, was a complete stranger to you. You steady your mounting nerves by plucking yellow grass in your hand and crushing the blades in your fingers. “They do have their flaws however and often, that involves making up wild stories.”

Perhaps Bloodhound had sensed your apprehension for instead of questioning your previous comment or casting you away after your needless exposure, they simply continued on with the conversation. You appreciated that.

“I have had many stories made about myself.” They say, almost proud in their odd accomplishment. “Some say that I am half bat. Others that I am fabulously vealthy. None, I assure you, are true.”

“Are you sure?” You snicker, gathering the courage to once more look them in their moonlight lenses. “That bat one sound awfully convincing.” After your comment, the world falls back into blissfully silence. The air between you two feels somewhat lighter and you breathe deeper, taking into your lungs the smell of oak, of cold earth, and of the open wilderness all around. While you know you will kick yourself later for all that you have allowed yourself to get away with, in this moment you are relaxed and content - happy to simply sit and exist.

All too soon the wind blows, dragging its boney talons along your exposed skin and reminding you of the time. You shiver and hurriedly jump to your feet, eyes glancing to the setting sun. “I should get going now.” You turn towards Bloodhound and find that they too are standing, looking up at the sky. They lower their head to you and you hand back their glass. “I must go before it gets too dark. I hope you enjoy your time here now that everything has been set right.” You take a small step backwards, “Goodbye.”

“The Allfather goes with you.” Bloodhound responds, their body bending as they bowed stiffly. You offer them a smile once more before turning and walking your way back to your truck. Suddenly you stop and spin on your heels.

“You are more than welcome to come round to the bar again! Any time! I might even throw in another free breakfast!” Though you could not see it, Bloodhound chuckled at your offer. They did not answer, however, because before they could you had already jumped into your truck and sped off down the dirt road and into town, leaving behind nothing but dust.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Family love(less). Prologue

Self-Aware! Platonic! Yandere! BSD Characters x GN! Child! Abused! Reader

Description: You are unwanted by your family because of the circumstances of your birth. Your only company are Internet and Books.

You want to escape from this place. You want to have friends and real family.

One night, something strange happened.

You woke up on streets of Yokohama.

And a silver-haired man was looking at you.

But you didn't get here alone.

Tags: Found Family, Isekai, Spoilers for Bungou Stray Dogs Anime, Manga and Light Novels.

Warning: OOC, Platonic Yandere, Bad Relatives, Abusive Family, Bulling, Hurtful comments about Reader and about BSD characters, Physical punishment. BSD Cast want to deal with bad relatives accordingly. English is my second language.

A/N: Multi-chapter fanfic. There will be named OC. All similarities with real people are accidental. This fic wasn't created to mock or to insult anyone. I just want to write something about Platonic Yandere. Hope you enjoy.

Prologue. Storm

School bell rang. The long day of studying was finally over. Students started to put their stuff back in their backpacks. It was time to go home.

You were on a mission. You needed to leave school as fast as you can, without getting the attention of teachers and other students.

You hoped that today you will be lucky enough and no one will notice you.

You quickly grabbed your backpack and hurry to the school's exit.

Getting from class to the corridor - SUCCESS!

Getting from corridor to school exit - SUCCESS!

Getting across School Yard - SUCCE....

"Out of the way, Thing!"

Someone shoved you forward. You lost your balance and fall. You tried to stand up or, at least, rolled on the side.

Someone stepped on you. They continue walking, like you were a part of the road.

Cousin Janie...

Second person followed.... Then third... Then fourth...

Bill... Lily... Jack...

You saw, how adults just moved past you. They pretend, that they didn't see, how children just walking all over another child.

It was nothing new to you.

Miss Agatha... Mister Frank...

You were glad, that, at least, adults wasn't trying to step on you.

Finally, the last of your classmates walked away. You could finally stand up.

Slowly and carefully. Your body was sore. You were dirty. All your clothes were covered in shoe marks. Your hair was dirty. Someone spit on you, you were sure of that.

You start walking home.

_____________

To get home, you need to walk near the park. Small green 'island' in your little town.

"Hey, little rat, were you playing in the dirt again?"

Your Big Brother Steve was waiting for you here. You hoped that he already was home.

Steve was grinning. His tone of voice was full of poorly hidden hate.

"Little rat, you can't go home like this. Little Pig like you need to take a bath. Don't worry, your Big Brother will help you."

He was too strong. You could never overpower a seventeen-year-old.

There was a river in the park.

And Steve threw you and your backpack right in the river.

You were glad, that river wasn't deep.

But now you were completely soaked.

"Now you really are a Rat. A Wet Dirty Rat"

Steve is gone.

You still need to go home.

__________

You reached your home.

________

Ten slaps on left cheek for been wet.

Ten slaps on right cheek for been dirty.

Spanking for trying to leave the school without been noticed.

_______

You were tired and sore.

After the shower, you limp towards your room.

The only place you can be somehow safe.

You barely manage to get into your room. It was small. You had a bed here. A shelf for clothes and books. A small table.

And no windows.

____________

You were a middle child.

Your older siblings were called gold siblings.

Smart, beautiful, handsome, future of the family.

Your younger siblings were called rays of hope.

Cute, precious, hope for the family.

And there were you...

You were you.

For some reason, no matter, what you do, it wasn't good enough for your parents.

No matter, how good your grades are, or if you've won anything.

There were always 'Don't bother me' or 'You don't matter'.

You aren't enough.

Other adults in your family ignored you. They didn't care about you.

They don't see anything wrong with your parents' attitude towards you.

It's not like you are their child.

Besides, your parents never hurt you... much.

Every parent discipline their children.

Your cousins and siblings on the other hand...

They hate you. For some reason.

They saw you as a toy or a servant.

Because adults never tell them to stop bothering you.

They learned, that they can do anything they want to you.

Your family don't care.

Under the influence of your younger siblings, other kids start treating you worse.

In good case scenario, you were ignored.

In worst case scenario you had to run away.

Teachers in your school don't care.

They have better things to do, than dealing with your problems.

__________

You learned few things.

First, always be quiet. Don't draw attention to yourself.

Second, hide important things in your drawer. Your family won't search through your underwear.

Third, there was some wrong with your birth. Something was different. Different in a bad way. You tried to learn more, but no matter who you ask, they didn't tell you anything.

Maybe, one day, when you are older, you will find the truth.

Until then, you need to live in current day.

Right now, you need to have dinner with your family.

With every member of your family.

Today was the first day of Family Reunion.

And it will be hosted in your parents' house.

_________

"[Y/N], eat slow. You are not a pig."

"[Y/N], eat faster. Don't make us wait."

"[Y/N], eat less. You are already fat."

"[Y/N], eat more. You look like a skeleton. People might think that you are starving. Your parents will be in trouble."

"[Y/N], don't you dare shout at your younger siblings! What do you mean, they deserve it? They are younger, then you, they want to play. Yes, even if by play they mean throw food at you."

__________

After taking another shower, you finally were back in your room.

You lay down on the bed. You had some free time.

You need some energy.

You open your phone.

They bought it for you to make neighbors shut up and stop gossiping about your family been so poor, they can't afford to buy a phone for a kid.

You open the app that helped you during bad times.

Bungou Stray Dogs Mayoi Inu Kaikitan

________

You learned about BSD from your siblings.

Almost all of your cousins of all ages were big fans of anime.

They liked to watch anime and manga together during video calls.

Bungou Stray Dogs were among many titles they have watched.

And they have a very strange relationship with this manga.

They hate it and love it at the same time.

They love character designs, you were sure about that.

But you are also sure, that they hate the fact, that characters were based on writers.

You remember, how your cousin Ralph failed a test about John Steinbeck. He was on a video call with your older sister, and you could hear how he was cursing Steinbeck from manga... For some reason.

You can't understand your older relatives.

And you remember, how angry your older sister Jane was on Gogol from manga. She decided to read real world Gogol works. She bought books. When she realized, that books weren't funny, she wanted to drop it. But, because your parents already knew that 'their dear princess' start reading serious literature, she couldn't do it without disappointing them.

So, she cursed character, instead of telling parents the truth.

___________

Despite the fact, that your family has a bizarre relationship with Bungou Stray Dogs and you were too young to read it, you wanted to watch BSD too. Or read it.

There was no problem with watching it. You managed to find a website where you could watch it for free.

But, no matter how hard you try, you couldn't find a way to read BSD for free.

There were all Manga volumes and Light Novels in your house. Your older brother and sister have their own copies.

And you can't ask them to let you read their copies. Because they don't like you. Because they will laugh at you. Wondering, how someone as stupid as you can read.

You can't ask your parents to buy you manga. Because your family don't care if you want something. Phone was necessary. Internet is needed by all family members. There's no law that said that parents must provide a source of entertainment for a child.

But, one day, you were in luck. A very strange luck.

Two months ago you got a whole set of BSD manga and light novels.

_____________

Your Older Brother Steve and Older Sister Jane were... very impulsive.

They tried to stay in trend. To be loved by their classmates. To stay popular in school.

So, when another popular school group decide, that Bungou Stray Dogs manga was for nerds, because cool kids don't read anything, where they can find information about real authors, your brother, sister and your cousins (who attended the same school and were 'loyal' to your older siblings) threw away their BSD Manga and Light Novels. Before that they rip some pages out, tear apart a few books, try to drown them and dance on the poor books.

Then they tell you to throw the garbage away. That's how you manage to salvage the books.

They were in need of some serious repairs, but, you could do it by yourself. And your family wasn't that petty to count, how many tapes you were using or if you take the scissors.

You spend three nights repairing books. You were searching through a big pile of manga and light novels copies for pages in good condition. You use tape and glue on pages to make them whole again.

With great care, you manage to make yourself a full collection of BSD Manga and Light Novels.

After job well done, you were finally able to read manga. You were looking forward to that moment.

__________

In BSD World. Two months ago.

__________

BSD Characters were gathered in the Meeting Room of Port Mafia.

All of them looked tired. They were on the verge of a breakdown.

They don't know why they deserved it.

But they hated that terrible creatures, that called themselves Real People.

Time and time again, they were forced to relieve the worst moments of their lives.

And every time they have heard THEM.

Many different people that were mocking them. Laughing at them. Saying disgusting things about them.

"Why this crybaby Atsushi even here? If he suffers so much, why won't he off himself?"

"Is Chuuya really a Mafioso? I mean, he is mourning the death of the Flags. Aren't mobsters supposed to be cold and emotionless?"

"Ha! Think, what you want, but Oda's dub in this scene make brats' death hilarious."

"I think that Yosano's backstory should be more tragic. Right now it's bland. Her favorite solder killed himself and called her an Angel of Death. It would be better, if Mori was..."

"OH NO! The Clown is alive! Why?! Just Why?! He is a stupid character!"

Comment. After comment. After comment.

About how terrible they are. How useless they are.

How real people wish that BSD cast suffer.

Cursing them for having similar names with some other people from their world.

And now, they did something with them.

All BSD characters feel pain. Someone was tearing them apart. Someone was trying to drown them.

And they can't do anything to protect themselves.

And then another Kitsunebi¹ appeared.

This one was purple.

So, real people decide to end them.

No one from BSD Cast has power to fight. They were waiting for their end.

"Well, I have everything I need. Let's start with the first volume..."

_________

This one was healing them...

BSD characters feel, how their bodies wasn't sore anymore. How they're getting their strength back.

For three nights, Purple Light was taking care of them.

And talking...

"Okay, this goes here... Here we go, good as knew."

"Wow, this page will be beautiful again, when I finish with it."

"I can't wait to read BSD from the beginning. It must be wonderful. Anime was good."

BSD cast were confused. You...

Why this one was different? Was that a trick? Are they going to curse them?

The time reset again. Time to relive their lives. Again.

_________

In Bungou Stray Dogs World. Nowadays

________

"Our Dear [Y/N] are opening the App! Everybody ready?" called Yosano, finishing adding another ten power up materials in her present to you today.

The choir of "yes" was an answer to her.

No one can tell, that two months ago they all were broken and could barely stand.

Dear [Y/N], their precious Guiding Light, saved them.

Not even once they say something hateful about anyone of them. There was only love and understanding. And warmth. Warmth of a child who loved them unconditionally.

All of them cherished [Y/N]. Because they were the only one, who saw, what a great child [Y/N] were.

When they got access to [Y/N]'s phone, they heard it all.

Bullies. Relatives. Siblings. Parents.

Their comments. Their hate, that was aimed at [Y/N]. A defenseless, innocent child.

BSD Cast hate [Y/N]'s family. For what they are doing to them. And for what they have done to characters themselves.

Soon they will be in Real world. They will save Their Dear Guiding Light.

But, before that, they need to punish everyone, who wronged [Y/N].

The Portal was almost ready.

They only need to wait until Midnight.

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In real world

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You spend an hour playing BSD Mayoi. You got many notes from characters. They were cheering for you. They mentioned that they love you.

You were happier, than before.

At least someone was glad, that you exist.

You hopped that one day you will escape from your family. And find a real family and friends.

You looked at the clock.

Almost 11 pm. You need to go to bed.

Dozing off, you hear, that storm has begun. Raindrops start falling down from the sky.

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At the midnight, your phone start glowing white.

The lightning struck.

White light fill all rooms in your house.

When it faded, the house was empty.

And pages of your BSD books start glowing white.

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Time resets.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was a thirty-two years old bodyguard again. His client died recently. But right now, he has more important things to do.

Fukuzawa Yukichi was cradling a sleeping eleven-year-old child.

And, for now, he was ignoring the four people laying on the ground at his feet.

[dianapana]

SH Day 4- Childhood Connection

Modern AU, OOC

@sasuhinamonth

There are friendships I miss, but not enough for me to reach out first. My reluctance to try and get back in touch with these people is mostly because what I miss most isn’t the person but the memories, specific time points in my past. I don’t want a new friendship with a changed old friend, I want to relieve over and over again the same few blissful events from the old friendship with a precise past-variation of said person. I want to go back to those moments, for they are instances in which I felt at peace, in which I felt true and pure happiness and freedom.

I miss walking down the riverbank holding in my hand the worn-out leather dog leash of an old Huskey that I don’t even own while its owner walks alongside me, maybe a step or two in front, I miss the silence of the walks and the way in which I felt totally comfortable with simply watching the back of his head, I miss thinking that I was exactly where I was meant to be, that there was no place I’d rather be but next to him in utter silence.

I miss being over at his house laughing so hard at random things that weren’t even meant to be funny. If I close my eyes, I can see this particular moment in which he asked me something while I was drinking and to me, that was the funniest thing ever so I sprayed him all over with soda and spit which led to another uncontrolled fit of giggles, I miss crying and my stomach hurting from laughing too much, I miss my throat being sore after spending a day with him indoors.

I miss laying down on an old uncomfortable sofa in his grandparent’s basement, yet feeling like that was heaven. I miss looking up from that spot on the sofa and seeing his face right above me, giving me a cocky smirk that was meant to be cool but to me looked goofy. I miss his eyes that always lit up whenever we hung out, I miss his hand when he held mine after punching another kid for calling me names, I miss so many parts of him and our friendship, yet I do not miss him, I cannot. Despite all of the lovely moments in which he made me feel like I belonged, his person always brings with him unfortunate memories as well, memories dark enough to outweigh the good ones, dark enough to make it impossible for me to utter or even think his name.

He may represent my childhood, but he also is a constant reminder of my childhood’s tragic end.

I try to change my train of thoughts; however, I know that whenever his image pops up into my brain, it likes to stick around for a while, almost like it’s making up for lost time since I rarely think of him, I haven’t thought of him for almost 2 years until today. I close my eyes and try to drift to sleep, I know I’ll dream of him and the accident because I always do in these cases, I know I’ll wake up shaken and distressed. I can feel my anxiety rising just thinking about it.

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I’m so glad school is over, I liked Iruka sensei but I am excited about highs school, but before that, I’m more excited for the summer. Hmm, maybe I should have brought my backpack and put the bentos in it, I hope the pickles won’t go bad because of the heat until I reach Sasuke’s house. Should I run? But I’m wearing new sandals and I don’t want to dirty them. I chose to wear my new sunflower dress too, mom bought it for me and I think it’s pretty I wanted to show it to Sasuke, I hope he’ll like it. I wonder what we’ll do after we eat today? Does Dai need a walk? I think it’s too hot for him to be out though, so he might be stuck in the house until they take him to Itachi’s place. I hope dad lets me go with them this year to Itachi’s. The summer there is much cooler because he lives in the middle of a forest. I’m scared of bugs but Sasuke will be there so that’s ok. I wonder if he saw the last episode of Avatar, I like Zuko he reminds me of him at times, I maybe shouldn’t say that, he might be embarrassed. Should I run after all? No, no I’m almost there, I hope he’s awake I didn’t think to call before I left, if he’s not awake I can just wait and play with Dai. I think that-

“HINATA!” I look up and Sasuke is running towards me, he’s wearing fully black, I wonder if he’s not dying from the sun. If he were a pickle, he would have surely gone bad.

“Hey, I was just coming over to yours,” I say as he gets nearer, I didn’t notice when he first called out to me, but he looks panicked and that makes me panic, I can’t even ask what’s the matter, because he takes hold of my arm and continues running. I let out a surprised noise when the bentos fall from my grip, yet Sasuke doesn’t stop. All thoughts about whether i should run or not in my new sandals are out the window, I try to look at his face but he’s two steps ahead of me and I can only see half of his face, but he looks…distressed. I call his name a few times but he ignores me.

“S-SASUKE….W-WHAT’S WRONG?” I shout trying to get his attention. I still get no answer and my focus is on his face so I don’t see a small rock in the road and I trip over it, the belt on one of my sandals snaps and I fall and skin my knees and palm, my fall makes Sasuke stop for a moment but he continues running. I feel betrayed, he didn’t help me up, he didn’t ask if I was fine. The fall hurt and the damage done to my feelings make me cry, but Sasuke keeps running away and I want to know what happened. I get back up and continue running with one foot bare onto the hot asphalt. I try again to scream for him but he doesn’t turn around at all.

My eyes are filled with tears and I can’t see well, my knees and palm are bleeding and my foot hurts from the heat and all the rocks and bumps, that’s when it happens. One moment I’m on the street running and the next I’m flying, it’s an odd sensation, but soon gravitation comes back and I’m on the ground. That’s when it all starts to hurt and when I realize what had happened, I was hit by a car. The images turn blurry, I think I hear someone screaming, but all I see is Sasuke still running away, is that true? Is it a hallucination? I cannot tell. I close my eyes and moments later I open them again, only to find myself in a hospital. Two weeks passed, thankfully all I got from the accident were a contusion, a broken arm and an injury on my left knee which they had already done surgery on while I was in a medication-induced coma.

The image changes, the dream is no longer in the first person, I am merely a spirit watching the action unfold. Time speeds up and days go by in an instant, people come and go, they talk to the small version of myself and wish her a smooth recovery, my whole class comes to see me once. In the myriad of people, there’s one missing.

“Where’s Sasuke?” my past self’s meek voice seems to boom and echo with this question.

“He left the day of your accident, what a jerk” Neji mumbles. I can see the moment my little heart breaks and that’s when the first person pov returns.

I feel the world's collapsing onto me, the feeling of concern and betrayal had been equal when he left me on the ground after my fall, but now…I was drowning in betrayal. He left me alone on the street to die. He didn’t care, I loved him and he didn’t care.

That was the tragic ending of my first love, I cried for weeks to come. People said I changed after the accident. It wasn’t the accident that changed me, it was him, he utterly destroyed all of me at the young age of 14.