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[starsjulia]

luxury and lace // leah williamson

leah williamson x spoilt reader

a/n : i know quite a bit of this is inaccurate, but i am currently skint and dreaming of a luxury shopping spree

warnings : suggestive, and that’s really all!!

It wasn’t uncommon for her to surprise you with spontaneous shopping trips, but this particular Saturday was different. Leah had sensed you’d had a tough week and decided that today would be all about pampering you. So, she insisted on taking you to Bond Street, one of the most upscale shopping destinations in London.

The day began with Leah picking you up early, a playful grin on her face as she drove the two of you into the city. You knew that look—it meant you were in for a day of indulgence, whether you liked it or not. But of course, you did like it. You loved how attentive Leah was, how much she enjoyed making you feel special.

As soon as you arrived, Leah wasted no time. The first stop was Gucci. The store was quiet, its plush interiors and soft lighting creating an atmosphere of luxury. Leah immediately began browsing through the racks, her eyes sharp as she sought out pieces she knew would look perfect on you.

“This one,” she said, pulling out a sleek black dress with a plunging neckline, the fabric shimmering subtly under the store lights. “You’re tryin’ this on, love.”

You took the dress from her, smirking. “Are you sure you can handle it if I wear something this daring?”

Leah’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Handle it? Babe, the real question is, can you handle the way I’ll be lookin’ at you all night?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at her words, and without another word, you headed to the changing room. The dress fit like a dream, clinging to your body in all the right places. When you stepped out to show Leah, her reaction was immediate—her gaze darkened, and her lips parted slightly as she took you in.

“Proper stunnin’,” she murmured, stepping closer to adjust the straps on your shoulders, her fingers brushing your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. “This is non-negotiable. We’re buyin’ it.”

“Leah, it’s so expensive,” you protested weakly, knowing full well that Leah wouldn’t back down once she made up her mind.

“Price don’t matter when it comes to you,” she replied smoothly, her eyes meeting yours in the mirror with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.

Before you could argue further, Leah had already signaled to the sales associate, handing over her card with a practiced ease that made you smile. As you changed back into your clothes, you couldn’t help but feel a warm glow of affection for her. Leah was always like this—determined to make you feel like the most important person in the world.

Next, you made your way to Louis Vuitton. The store was a haven of luxury, with its iconic monogram prints displayed proudly on every shelf. Leah’s eyes were already scanning the collection of bags as you walked in.

“How about this one?” she asked, holding up a chic crossbody.

You bit your lip, admiring the bag. “It’s beautiful, but do I really need another one?”

Leah’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “Need? Maybe not. But deserve? Babe, you deserve the world.”

You laughed, shaking your head at her logic, but there was no denying how perfect the bag was. Leah could read you like a book, and she knew exactly what would make your heart flutter. She insisted on purchasing the bag, adding it to the growing collection of items she was spoiling you with that day.

From Louis Vuitton, you wandered into Cartier. Leah’s eyes immediately gravitated toward a delicate bracelet in gold, adorned with small diamonds that caught the light beautifully.

“This would look gorgeous on you,” she said, already envisioning it on your wrist.

You raised an eyebrow, giving her a teasing smile. “Leah, are you trying to claim me with jewelry now?”

Leah chuckled, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind and pulling you close. “Maybe I am. Should get my name engraved in it. Gotta make sure everyone knows you’re mine, yeah?”

You turned your head slightly to meet her gaze, feeling the warmth of her breath on your neck. “Not bad at all.”

The bracelet was yours before you could even protest, Leah slipping it onto your wrist herself, her fingers grazing your skin in a way that made you tingle all over. She kissed the inside of your wrist after fastening the clasp, a gesture so sweet and intimate it made your heart swell with love.

The next stop was Chanel, where Leah couldn’t resist picking out a pair of back heals.

“These are a must,” she declared. “They’ll go perfectly with that dress we just bought.”

You tried on the heals, feeling a rush of confidence as they elevated your outfit—and your height—by several inches. Leah’s approval was immediate, her gaze sweeping over you with a mix of admiration and desire.

“You really have it all planned out, don’t you?” you teased as you walked around in the pumps, testing their comfort.

Leah grinned, her eyes following your every movement. “When it comes to you, always, babe. Gotta make sure my girl’s the best-dressed wherever she goes.”

From Chanel, the two of you made your way to Sephora. Leah knew how much you loved trying out new makeup and skincare products, so she insisted you pick out anything you wanted. You spent a good hour browsing through the aisles, swatching lipsticks, testing perfumes, and sampling the latest skincare lines.

“Do you think this color suits me?” you asked, holding up a shade of lipstick.

Leah nodded, moving closer to inspect it on you. “It’s perfect. But you should get a few others too, just in case you wanna switch it up.”

You chuckled, knowing that Leah wouldn’t let you leave without at least a few bags of makeup and skincare products. She insisted on getting you a new fragrance she thought you’d love and a high-end eyeshadow palette that had caught your eye.

With several Sephora bags in hand, Leah led you to Victoria’s Secret. As soon as you walked in, Leah’s eyes lit up with that familiar glint of mischief, and you knew you were in for some fun.

The store was filled with soft, sensual lighting and racks of lingerie in every shade and style imaginable. Leah wasted no time, immediately gravitating towards a section filled with delicate lace sets. Her fingers trailed over the fabrics, picking out pieces she knew you’d love—or, rather, pieces she knew she’d love seeing you in.

“Here we go,” she said, pulling out a deep red set with intricate lace detailing that left little to the imagination. “This one’s got your name written all over it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “Are you sure you’re picking this out for me and not for yourself?”

Leah’s grin was nothing short of wicked. “Bit of both, maybe. But mostly for me, yeah?”

Your cheeks warmed at the way she looked at you, her eyes dark with intent. She handed you the set and gently nudged you towards the fitting rooms.

“Go on, try it on. I wanna see how it looks.”

You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “You know, I might need some help getting into this one.”

Leah didn’t miss a beat. “Is that an invitation?”

“Maybe,” you replied coyly, biting your lip as you led the way to the fitting rooms, Leah following close behind.

Once inside, the door barely closed behind you before Leah’s hands were on your hips, turning you to face her. She looked down at you with that same mischievous glint in her eyes, her fingers already toying with the hem of your shirt.

“Alright then, let’s see what we’ve got here,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

You giggled, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as Leah helped you out of your clothes, her touch slow and deliberate. She was taking her time, savoring every moment, and you could feel the intensity of her gaze as she watched your every reaction.

Finally, you were standing there in nothing but the lacy red set Leah had picked out, and the way she looked at you made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. Leah stepped back for a moment, taking in the sight before her, and you could see the raw desire in her eyes.

“Turn around,” she instructed, her voice huskier than before.

You did as she asked, feeling Leah’s eyes on you as you slowly spun around. When you faced her again, she had already closed the distance between you, her hands reaching out to gently touch the lace along your hips.

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” she murmured, her breath hot against your skin as she leaned in closer. “I’m never letting you take this off.”

Your heart raced at the intensity in her voice, and you couldn’t resist teasing her. “You’ll have to, eventually.”

Leah smirked, her hands sliding up your sides, her touch setting your skin on fire. “We’ll see about that.”

She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered, “I’m buying this, and a few more. I’ve got plans for you, babe.”

You shivered at her words, feeling a thrill rush through you. “You’re spoiling me, you know that?”

Leah chuckled, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. “And I’ll keep spoilin’ you every chance I get.”

With a final kiss to your shoulder, she reluctantly stepped back, letting you change out of the lingerie. You could see the reluctance in her eyes as you put your clothes back on, but there was also a promise there—a promise that tonight, when you were back home, she’d pick up right where she left off.

When you emerged from the fitting room, Leah was waiting with a satisfied grin, her hands already full of a few more sets she’d picked out while you were changing. She handed them to the sales associate without even glancing at the price tags, her focus entirely on you.

As you left the store, Leah’s arm draped casually around your shoulders, she leaned in to whisper in your ear. “Can’t wait to see you in all that… and then out of it.”

You laughed, playfully shoving her away. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

She grinned, unfazed. “Only when it comes to you, babe.”

The two of you continued your shopping spree, visiting a few more designer stores where Leah picked out everything from a stunning evening gown to a pair of sunglasses that she claimed made you look like a movie star. By the time you were done, you could barely carry all the bags, but Leah was right there beside you, more than happy to shoulder the load.

As you walked down the street together, the sun beginning to set behind the London skyline, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love for the woman beside you. Leah might be tough and commanding on the pitch, but when it came to you, she was the most loving, generous partner you could ever ask for.

And as the two of you made your way back to the car, Leah’s arm never leaving your shoulders, you knew that no matter where life took you, Leah would always be there, ready to spoil you with not just gifts, but with her endless devotion and love.

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The Clandestine Culinarian Pt. 3 | Azriel x Reader

Summary: After the mating bond between you and Azriel snaps, he hides away in Rhys’ townhouse, spending time with Elain, only to run into you at Rita’s

Word Count: ~ 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, Rita’s, blades, hot dresses (and women)

A/N: Soo sorry it took me so long to write this, but I’ve been scheming this for days, hope you like it<3

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Azriel had finally managed to calm himself down after an hour or two, with Rhys consoling him and Cassian quickly rushing to the townhouse to figure out what the hell was going on.

“She’s your mate? Am I hearing that right?”

“Yes, Cassian. And keep your mouth shut about it.”

Rhys replied, giving Cassian a pointed look before going back to watching Azriel closely. He was in shock, mainly. He’d thought that after all these months of getting close to her and comforting her and helping her adjust, Elain had to be his mate, just had to be. And she wasn’t.

He knew his anger at you was irrational, but he wanted Elain, not you, you were just some female he’d met and bought poisons from. You were deadly and cunning and ruthless, nothing like his sweet, soft, and precious Elain he’d grown to love. You were not what he wanted.

“I can’t stay there with her, Rhys-“

He managed to get out, before Feyre and Elain both slipped into the room, clearly wondering what was wrong and why Azriel’s face was red and puffy. Elain seemed to already know what was happening, based on the sadness in her eyes. Gods, he’d do anything to get rid of it, anything. He would go through an army to make her feel better, slaughter anyone he needed to, and do anything he could.

“Feyre, this is not the time, nor the place.”

Rhys said, a hint of something pleading in his eyes. Feyre seemed to want to help but understood that helping could come later. Right now was about damage control. She put one hand around Elain’s, before going to walk out of the room. However, Elain got four words out before being pulled away.

“Can he stay here?”

She asked, her tone so broken that he would stay here forever, the rest of his life if it would fix her. Cassian’s face hardened, clearly thinking, Rhys only sighed before giving a nod.

“You’ll stay here until we can work this out. Cassian…do you think she’s far enough along to pick up training with the Valkyries?”

Cassian sighed, knowing that while you had progressed very far in your months of training, there was no way in hell you were at the same level as Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn.

“I can try.”

He said, his tone already unsure. It wasn’t a definite no, but it wasn’t a yes either.

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After Azriel had left, the House felt noticeably emptier, to you at least. It wasn’t any sort of noise you missed, but just the way his presence was subtle but always heavy in whatever room he took up. You didn’t dare pull on the golden threads tying you to the shadowsinger, not when he’d seemed so shocked and…upset.

That had stung worse than him leaving, maybe. His face had been contorted in shock and hurt as if you hadn’t been his first choice, and the only reason you were even on the roster was because of the bond. You weren’t sure how to think about that.

Luckily, you barely got any time to think with the new training with Cassian you’d picked up. You knew that working those blades couldn’t be easy, but good gods you hadn’t expected it to be so difficult either. Nesta on occasion tried to help you, but you still failed the ribbon test every single goddamn time as the ribbon remained there, hanging from the doorpost, dancing in the wind and taunting you.

Your body was sore and aching, but you were more muscular than before, you’d admit. At least the training was worth something.

Your mind still kept wandering back to Azriel, and to Elain as well. You’d seen the way he looked at her, with a hint of hope and longing in his eyes, and how she looked at him like he was the oxygen she needed to breathe.

So, like you did with any other girl problems, you sought out Nesta. You found her in the smutty section of the library that was formed to match her tastes, seeking out a new book among the shelves.

She took one look at you, a sort of pity and empathy in her eyes that usually wasn’t there, and sighed, sitting down on a large windowsill and inviting you to sit next to her.

You sat down next to her, not knowing what to say before opening your mouth to speak.

“I-“

“I already know, I saw the whole shitshow go down.”

She said in that bland tone of hers, picking at her nails in what seemed like a way to cover up an anxious habit. You weren’t surprised she’d seen. It had been right around training time for Cassian and the Valkyries, and they’d probably seen the entire thing go down. Embarrassment flooded you before you could stop it, creeping up your cheeks as you stared down at the hardwood floor, hands shifting constantly as you swallowed.

“He’s..in love with Elain, isn’t he?”

You asked, your voice a lot more resigned than you would like it to be. Nesta seemed to think about it, glancing at you before speaking.

“I think he’s got a crush, and I won’t lie, I think he was just looking for his mate. Elain, though…she’s infatuated with him, a bit ridiculous considering she’s already got Lucien groveling for her.”

Nesta said, a hint of distaste in her tone as she mentioned the mating bond between Elain and Lucien. She was still protective over her sister, it seemed. Even if she didn’t agree with her choices.

“Do you think she’ll be mad? I mean, of course, she’ll be, but..”

You went on, before realizing you were rambling and cutting yourself off with a sigh. Nesta simply shrugged.

“She won’t be happy, but she’s Elain, what could she possibly do? Not let you have a slice of her pies?”

That got a little huff of laughter out of you, some much-needed laughter after everything. Nesta glanced over at you, looking you up and down, before getting up and offering you a hand.

“Me and the girls were planning a girl’s night at Rita’s tonight, would you like to come?”

You hesitated, before taking her hand and getting up, nodding.

“Yeah, I could use a drink or two.”

What she then displayed could only be described as a wolf’s grin, her hand slipping off of yours to grab the book that had been on the shelf she wanted the entire time.

“Good. Wear your sluttiest dress.”

She said, a conspiratorial tone in her voice before she slipped off into the winding labyrinth that was the library, ever-shifting and moving to adjust for her.

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“I’ll grab it.”

His dark voice spoke, reaching over the middle Archeron sister to grab the measuring cups that were just out of reach for her. His chest pressed ever so slightly against her back as he grabbed it, before placing it on the counter for her and then going back to maintaining a respectable distance away.

He could’ve sworn that she always kept those cups lower down, but they were higher this time. As if someone had deliberately placed them there. As if someone had wanted the help of someone taller, who always was there at every beck and call.

“Thank you.”

She spoke softly, smiling up at him with a warmth that could melt the sun itself. Elain looked ethereal in this light, and she’d looked beautiful even before being turned to High Fae. Now she could rival the Mother herself.

The months being in the townhouse had been hard at first, being constantly away from his mate, but slowly the urge to be near you and touch you and hold you had faded away, replaced by Elain. Now that he thought of it, he could barely remember what your face had looked like, or your voice…or anything about you.

It was a sign, he supposed. A sign that even if the Cauldron had paired you two together, fate didn’t agree, and he was fully content here, eating every little home-cooked meal Elain made him, savoring the unique taste that was her cooking.

She never let him watch her cook the full meal, insisting that he not know the secret ingredients to the recipes she’d originally made during the starving days when she, Feyre, and Nesta had lived in that tiny little cabin in the woods. One day, she’d let him know the entire recipe. And that day would be soon, he was sure.

“I heard Feyre’s going to Rita’s tonight, maybe we could go together?”

She offered, her smile warm and safe. Everything he’d prayed for when he’d heard stories from Rhysand’s mother of love affection and support. The hope that he’d one day have it. What had her name been?

He’d never been as happy and just so free as he’d been with Elain in her kitchen in the townhouse with her, and the others had noticed a bit as well. How he seemed a bit more prone to accidentally tripping while lost in thought of her, or how he seemed to daydream or sleep so much better.

He snapped out of his thoughts, looking down at Elain with a small smile. It was odd that she of all people, the cook and soft, gentle woman, sensitive and affectionate, wanted to go to a bar for a girl’s night out. She seemed much more like a restaurant type of female, but he didn’t question it. He was happy for any excuse to spend time with her.

“Sure. We could go. What time?”

He asked, his voice soft as he watched her bake what seemed like a sourdough starter. She seemed to know without even thinking.

“5:45 should be fine.”

She said. It struck him a bit odd how sure she seemed. He hadn’t heard her ask Feyre at all, and his shadows, though most chose to stay at the House of Wind with the other female, hadn’t noticed anything of it. But she was Elain, she probably just knew.

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“Another round?”

Nesta asked with a grin, you returned the grin, too drowned in drinks to even care how drunk you got tonight. “A drink or two” her ass, Emerie was downing another glass, probably going to regret it in the morning.

They’d all worn the sluttiest dresses they had, with Cassian lurking nearby in the bar, fully ready to bite the head off of any male who got a bit too handsy with Nesta.

“Absolutely,”

You replied, at which Nesta proceeded to order another round out of her own money. She was rich as hell since the High Lord paid her for whatever the hell she did. You didn’t particularly care as long as it kept the drinks coming.

“Careful with the drinks, Nes. Feyre said there’s been some lapses in their bank, and you’re the prime suspect.”

Cassian said, giving her a nudge with his wing. Everyone knew of Nesta’s previous behavior, buying rounds and rounds of drinks with the High Lord’s money, and wasting it.

“That’s bullshit, she knows I wouldn’t do that anymore.”

Nesta replied, simply rolling her eyes and going back to downing her drink, eying Cassian with no shame at all. He only gave a cocky grin and eyed her back. She was wearing a black dress that sat snug against all her best features, and Cassian was loving the view, as were the other men at Rita’s brave enough to ogle her.

You wore a silky red dress with a high slit in the side and a cut that showed plenty of your cleavage, not to mention how the fabric hung and was tight in just the right places to be flowing but also leave little to the imagination. It was enough to get you a cheap hookup, at the very least, based on the men watching you.

A good way to keep your mind off of Azriel.

You gave Nesta a look, and she gave a nod before you strode off to the prettiest male you could find in the room, one of the ones who’d been watching you the closest. A sly smile grew on his lips as his dark eyes glittered with lust. He knew what you were looking for, wearing that on a night like this.

“What’s your name, pretty?”

He purred, hand going around your waist as you slid into his lap. One of your hands went to curl around his bicep, fluttering your lashes at him.

“Yours, if you can handle me.”

You said back, voice smooth as the silk you were wearing. The male’s hands began to wander, and you didn’t even bother stopping them as he leaned in closer to you, a low chuckle coming from his lips.

“Care to come home with me?”

He murmured, his breath hot against your skin. He smelled of a male musk, his scent reeking of cheap alcohol and arousal. You were too drunk to care.

“Gladly,”

You murmured back to him, not bothering to glance back at Nesta or Cassian, or anyone else in the bar as the male slowly got to his feet, hand around your waist, and began leading you out of the bar, from the back entrance. Your attention was solely on him, on his touch.

That was until you saw Azriel and Elain right outside the bar, engaged in painfully slow, heated kisses.

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He’d gotten dressed in some casual enough clothing, not overly fancy for a bar, but not to where he was underdressing. Elain had donned a cute blue dress, looking straight from a fantastical cottage out of a book he’d once read when younger. Maybe Rhysand’s mother had read that one to him. He couldn’t remember anymore.

They’d slipped in quietly, having a few drinks, which Elain seemed to wrinkle her nose slightly at the taste of the alcohol, but seemed more keen on getting him drinks. Something that would’ve sent warning signs in his mind blaring if he’d been able to remember just what he was doing here.

Elain kept glancing around as if watching out or looking for someone, or hoping not to be spotted. He hadn’t asked her about it out of the courtesy of being polite, but it still made him curious, until his brain was too fuzzy to care.

“Let’s get out of this stuffy place,”

She had whispered to him under her sweet breath, leading him outside to the side exit of the bar, before pulling him into a kiss. He couldn’t recall how or why it was happening, but his lips were on his, and he couldn’t find in himself the strength to pull away. His limbs felt wobbly, his shadows moving slower than usual as if weighed down by something. His head was swimming. What had been in that alcohol? His mind tried to think, but couldn’t. Everything felt so, so heavy.

And then he saw her. He could recognize her anywhere. His mate. His soulmate. His partner seemed by the Cauldron itself. She was dressed in what could only be described as an extremely revealing dress, red and silky, her cleavage and thigh on full display to the male who hungrily watched her, leading her to gods know where to get his fill and leave.

He saw something in her break when his gaze met hers, and Elain separated from the kiss, glancing over at the female with what looked like a mockingly empathetic smile.

Two things hit him at the same time; the fact that Feyre hadn’t been anywhere in that bar, even though Elain said she’d been invited by her, and the fact that ever since Elain had started feeding him every meal, breakfast lunch, and dinner, he’d completely forgotten the face of his mate, forgotten things he should know, his guard had fallen down, and now he was weak and put in the spotlight as the villain.

And then he hurled his guts out all over the ground, sobering up in an instant as he saw your tears. He needed to fix you, to fix this and figure out what the hell had been happening.

Even as he felt the slap of your hand against his cheek, and saw Elain go slightly pale with realization, he realized there wasn’t any fixing to be done right now.

This was about damage control.

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“You fucking bastard!”

You yelled as you slapped him, hot tears rolling down your cheeks before you could stop them.

The male that had been so hungry before stalked off, clearly not eager to be involved. Coward.

Azriel had come here knowing that you’d be here, and that bitch Elain had probably led him. He looked wrong. He was a bit pale and seemed dazed, out of it. His wings were dropping and scraping against the ground, eyes drooping. What was wrong with him? Even the shadows seemed sedated.

“What did you do to him?”

You seethed to Elain, and she seemed pale and wide-eyed as she began stammering.

“I- I had a vision where you hurt him, and I thought that if he forgot then-“

Cassian burst through the door of the side exit, alert and looking completely sobered up from his earlier drinks. Nesta was stumbling behind him, wondering what the hell was going on.

He was by Azriel’s side before you could even speak, helping his poisoned brother up and hoisting him into his arms. You were eliminated as a threat and the only person who’d been around him long enough to get anything into Azriel’s system….

“What was it?”

He demanded from Elain, voice harsh and pissed off. Elain sniffled, tears welling in her eyes as her hands shook slightly, she swallowed before speaking.

“Volucrae.”

She almost whispered, her voice so quiet and timid that even you could barely make it out.

Volucrae.

The seer bitch had poisoned Azriel with one of the most deadly poisons in existence, and the only place she could’ve possibly gotten it…

“You stole from my room?”

You asked, voice horrified and shrill. The leftovers you’d had from when your old shop had been burned to the ground by Kier and his men you’d carried on you, hiding in the room.

Elain only swallowed, nodding. Volucrae was deadly, yes, but in small enough quantities, it could cause confusion, memory loss, tremors, strokes, seizures, and more. She’d risked the shadowsinger’s life just because of a vision, a vision of you hurting Azriel, a vision that had been fulfilled with the slap, all because of Elain’s actions.

“I’m sorry, I-“

“Don’t.”

You and Cassian snapped in union as he took off with Azriel in his arms, now unconscious, probably going to find Madja to get any sort of solution to it, leaving you, a drunk Nesta being dragged away by Emerie, Gwyn, and Elain.

You stormed off, going anywhere you could to avoid everyone. You didn’t want to talk. You didn’t want to speak with any of them.

You winnowed straight into the House of Wind’s training grounds, picking up the Valkyrie blade and going straight into furious training, the only way to burn off this pure anger making you tremble and shake.

It was then, in the middle of the night, barely sober, still crying and angry out of your mind, that you cut straight through the ribbon.

The one-half drifted gracefully to the ground, falling like a leaf in the wind as the moonlight caught and illuminated little pink highlights of it.

It fell and fell, until reaching the ground, settling lightly on the dirt of the training grounds.

You stared down at it until it was all you could see and think of and hear until it was burned into your mind as your hands gripped the blade so hard your knuckles went white.

And you stared, until the possibility of Azriel’s death faded completely from your mind, until all you could focus on was the future.

And you swung your blade again.

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Could I request just a CRUMB of Nicholas fluff (or otherwise 🤭🤭) headcanons ? (Pls pls pls pls pls pls pls your other hcs are so amazing)

nicholas hcs i was waiting for this moment 😈

(also thank you pookie, this means the world ily!)

warning: just a tiny bit suggestive

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nicholas who you met in one of your dance classes two years ago. his intimidating gaze always made you hesitate to approach him, but when you accidentally left your water bottle in the practice room once, he was quick to grab it and jog through half of the building just to give it back.

nicholas who shrugged the action off with his usual nonchalance at first, but couldn't help the little smile tugging at his lips when you didn't stop thanking him.

nicholas who you somehow bonded with, even if it was only for this one moment – but ever since then, you started talking more often whenever you had classes together.

nicholas who's not that much of a close friend but somehow he's close enough to talk to you, although he barely opens his mouth when it comes to other people.

nicholas who always wears that nonchalant, blank expression, his eyes practically piercing through the people he looks at – but for some reason, they start to soften just a little whenever his gaze lands on you.

nicholas who you see smiling only every now and then, but when you do, it's like he lights up the entire room.

nicholas who usually gets just a little annoyed by people as bubbly as you – but with you, he has to physically hold back from smiling.

nicholas who's usually the first to get in trouble, not for really bad things though. it's mostly him being late to class (cause let's be real, he just loves to sleep) or forgetting assignments.

nicholas who grants you just the hint of a smile when he shows up to class late again, walking right in on you trying to make up an excuse for him in front of your teacher.

nicholas who, after class, approaches your desk, sheepishly running his hand through his black, silky hair. "thank you for standing up for me," he says, one corner of his lip curling up into a lopsided smile. "you know... if you ever need something, hit me up," he adds, staying for just another second before turning his back and walking off.

nicholas who blinks at you in surprise when you actually ask him for help a few weeks later. he can't believe you're opening up to him about how you've been struggling with practice for a while now.

nicholas who listens attentively to your ramble about how you `just can't get some moves right' and feel 'completely stuck', still wondering why you ask him out of all people. sure, he knows he owes you, but he also knows he's by far not the best in class (or maybe he's just too self-critical).

nicholas who lets his thoughts wander just for a second, thinking you might have asked him cause you thought he was skilled, or maybe he was even somewhat special to you.

nicholas who panics at the thought, suddenly not knowing how to say yes and instead letting the words "why are you asking me?" slip.

nicholas who watches your eyebrows furrow when you reply, "i mean... if you don't want to, i can ask yudai. sorry for bothering."

nicholas who doesn't know if it's the possibility of him upsetting you or you asking yudai for help that immediately makes him change his mind (if he thinks about it a little longer, it's probably the second). he agrees to help, not only because he owes you but because the idea of you spending extra time with yudai makes his jaw tighten.

nicholas who, if he's honest, even hates the thought of you practicing with yudai instead of him. he hates only seeing you so much as chat with yudai during the breaks and how comfortable you seem around him. he doesn't really understand why it bothers him though – you're not even that close to yudai.

nicholas who stands behind you as you show him what you're struggling with. he keeps an appropriate distance between the two of you, standing just close enough for you to catch a hint of his cologne.

nicholas who tries to focus on critiquing your posture, but your movements and your concentrated expression (that he finds very cute) draw his attention. suddenly, the only thing he hears is the pounding of his own heartbeat.

nicholas who snaps out of his trance when you turn around to face him with a pout on your face. "you're not paying attention," you sulk.

nicholas who quickly makes up an excuse. after that, he watches your every move through the mirror, his voice low as he kindly points out what you're doing wrong.

nicholas who, when he helps you correct your movements, notices how his breath catches when your fingers accidentally brush his. he clears his throat, stepping back abruptly, but the way the tips of his ears turn just slightly red doesn't go unnoticed by you.

nicholas who can't fight back his smile when you try again and immediately show improvement. he nods approvingly before stepping closer again, his breath warm against your ear as he explains, "you're just a little stiff now, relax." his hands ghost over your shoulders and then down to your hips – barely even touching you but still sending a shiver down your spine.

nicholas whose fingers graze your waist as guides you through the movement again. his touch is soft and innocent, but enough to make your breath hitch (and definitely enough to make it hard to focus on anything but him).

nicholas who notices the catch in your breath and has to fight the urge to pull his hand bank. instead, he stays close, letting his hand rest on your waist to steady you as you go through the movement for the nth time.

nicholas who, as you continue practicing without his guidance, becomes more aware of every small detail; the way you bite your lip when concentrating, the little, frustrated huff when you mess up, even the way your hair falls over your shoulders and brushes against your neck.

nicholas who begins to feel increasingly distracted. he knows he's supposed to be helping, but something about you just makes his thoughts stray.

nicholas who notices how your eyes linger on him through the mirror – how you peak at him when you think he isn't looking. he catches it once, but he doesn't say anything.

nicholas who waits for you to pack your bag after practicing, leaning against the mirror with his arms crossed. you turn to thank him again, voice warm and genuine, but he just shrugs it off (although something about the way you speak to him so softly makes him look at you longer than he intended).

nicholas who mutters "see, you didn't need yudai to help you." he immediately looks away after saying it, annoyed at himself for letting his words slip.

nicholas whose ears turn red again when you laugh softly and call him out with a teasing, "what's that supposed to mean?"

nicholas who ignored your question and pretends to adjust the strap of his bag instead, before walking you to the door. he looks down to you, shoving his hands deep into the pockets of his sweatpants when you ask how to thank him for helping you.

nicholas who replies, "you don't have to. we're even now," trying his hardest to sound as casual as possible, but the moment he sees the slightest flicker of disappointment on your face, he hesitates.

nicholas who, after a second of silence, tilts his head slightly, a small but sheepish smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "but if you insist..." he starts, taking a step closer. his eyes flicker down to your lips and then back to yours as he leans in just a tiny bit. "how about a kiss?" he asks softly.

nicholas who watches you carefully as you freeze and search his face for any sign that he's joking. he's unsure if he took it too far, about to take back what he said, when you step closer. you take a deep, shaky breath as your pulse is pounding in your ears before almost whispering, "if that's what you want..."

now it's nicholas who freezes for just a second. you tilt your head up, your lips brushing his softly. he leans into the kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup your face.

nicholas who feels his heart beating faster than ever before, the feeling of your lips so softly against his sending a jolt through him.

nicholas whose other hand finds your waist, pulling you a little closer while he bends down a bit more.

nicholas who takes a step forward and gently pushes your back against the door frame, his hand finding its way from your cheek to your neck to pull you impossibly closer as he tentatively lets his tongue glide over your bottom lip.

nicholas who's so unbelievably happy he finally gets to kiss you, finally gets to convey all the emotions he doesn't know how to express with words. <3

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Stuck in the middle

REQUESTED!

pairing : bnddom!jaehyun x fem!reader x bnddom!leehan

genre: WOOOO HERE WE GO. ANGST. fluff and of course smut

warnings: dom/sub, jealousy dynamics, rough, overstim, 3some etc etc etc (yk how my works go)

summary: Leehan’s been chasing you for as long as he remembers, but once Jaehyun beats him to the long felt confession, you have to chose between two very loving boys. Who will you choose…or will you not choose at all?

a/n: Lmk if y’all want individual endings. I’m still debating :)

“Hannie can you maybe like not breathe down my neck??” You sigh loudly. Once again leehan will NOT get off of your ass.

“You’re feeding my babies- I need to make sure you do it right.” He says sharply, still not moving an inch. “I’m literally just dropping the food in…” you reply with an eye roll, letting the last piece of food fall into the glowing fish tank.

“heh you’re right I just like looking at you y/n” he says with a smirk.

Just like always you disregard his words knowing it’s harmless. That’s just how he is right? Flirty with everyone.

“There, now they are all fed and healthy. Was that all?” You say now turning to face him as he finally takes a step back.

“mmmm you could give me a kiss?” He suggests smugly, trying to lean close before you maneuver your way to the front door.

“Stop being silly.” You reply, ears starting to burn from his actions along with the thought of kissing him.

“Hey, get home safe okay? Text me when you make it love.” He smiles sweetly, changing the subject as to not make you uncomfortable. Pet name slipping out as if you were together.

“As always hannie. See you later” You smile back. On your way home your mind wanders to leehan. He is truly handsome but you couldn’t jeopardize your close bond like that. He is flirty at nature and it’s extremely hard to tell if he means anything he says. Too scared of confrontation, you push your feelings away. Just being close to him is enough for you, even if it’s nothing more.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, your phone loudly rings. Checking the caller ID you read “myung baby” giggling at the nickname. Boy is always crying so it is pretty fitting for him.

“Helloooo” You answer the call.

“mmmmm pleassse” he mumbles through the phone.

“Hey hyun are you okay??” you say as your breath starts to pick up. He doesn’t usually act like this.

“come overrr y/n” The call abruptly stops.

Luckily his house was a mere 5 minutes from yours, quickly making your way over before banging on the door.

“I missed you” He immediately says before even fully opening the door.

“myung jaehyun you scared me asshole.” You pout shoving your way past him and making your way to his couch.

“I’m sorry” He responds smiling widely. “I just wanted to talk to you about something” he continues, allowing himself to sit next to you.

“Hyun maybe now isn’t a good time, I can see the drinks on your kitchen counter…”You start, eyes leading to see the alcohol stored away.

“I pinky promise you I am not drunk. I just needed a shot to get myself started for this.” He says, as you look over to him to see his ears slowly turning a bright red.

He continues before you get the chance to respond.

“I’m just going to be honest but you make my heart so warm y/n, genuinely. I can’t stop thinking about you and it kills me to not be able to call you mine. You’re just so perfect in every way and I can’t keep going on like these feelings don’t exist to me…I’m sorry i’m rambling” He stutters out as his hands shake, looking down to the floor.

“hyun baby, look at me” you say softly, warmth filling your chest with the love and care you’ve had for this boy. As he looks up into your eyes you grab his shaking hands to calm him.

“You cutie. I’ve felt the same for quite a while now. I mean, I wanted to become friends with you in the first place because I had an interest in you.” How could you not with the way he makes you laugh and takes care of you like no other. He makes you feel like you are the only person in his world and you have noticed the tension for a few weeks by now.

“Stop I will cry right now.” He says in shock, a huge smile adorning his pretty face. “Will you be mine then? Will you let me call you mine from now on?” He asks, biting his lip in the process, the tension pulling on the strings even more. “Of course baby-“ You don’t finish before he pulls you into a big hug, practically squeezing you.

He quickly pulls away to look you in the eyes, will both of you blushing he moves his hand to hold your cheek, eyes moving fast between your lips and so forth. You waste no time, leaning in to feel the comfort of his plush lips. Starting with only a peck, he smiles before pulling you back to his lips, letting them move steadily against each other. It quickly gets messy as he tilts his head to go in deeper, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth.

“hyun” You gasp aloud, causing him to let out a sigh. He shifts you both so you are now on top of his thighs. You start to roll your hips onto his, needing to feel something as you start to feel a wetness pool down your thighs. You both moan into each other mouths as the pleasure is unbearable.

He pulls away suddenly to look you in the eyes once more, his eyes glossed over and lust prominently showing.

“Please baby do you want this. I’ve wanted you for so long I won’t be able to stop.” He says deeply, hands gripping your waist to keep you moving on top of him, his boner now struggling to stay in his pants.

“Fuck please hyun I need you so bad.” you moan, moving your head to the side of his neck and sucking pretty marks onto his soft skin. He leans his head back giving you space before abruptly lifting you up as if you weighted nothing. Bringing you both to his dimly lit bedroom and throwing you onto the bed before getting on top of you. He grabs your wrists and pins you down, lips moving to your neck now giving you the same treatment. His kisses hurt, for sure leaving his marks for all to see. He doesn’t want you to be able to cover these. He slowly lifts off your shirt, struggling to remove himself from your neck. Moaning uncontrollably into your skin. You tug on his hoodie, wanting to see him. He removes it swiftly and you gasp. His beautiful tan skin and toned stomach on display. The ache in your stomach growing stronger. You reach up to drag your nails against his stomach and he smirks down at you.

“Like what you see my love?” he asked in a soft voice, causing you to nod.

“fucking words.” he spits out. A complete contrast to before.

“Yes I love what I see, you’re so perfect hyun I need you so bad.” You whine out, needing to feel him inside of you. The praise getting to him as his cock twitches in his pants. He unbuckles his pants and without another second, takes his boxers off along with it. Letting his cock spring free to slap against his stomach. “So fucking thick.” you thoughtlessly moan out, legs rubbing together. ”let me suck you off please baby” you beg, now becoming needy for him, needing a sweet taste.

“Another time y/n. I fucking need you so bad it hurts, need to be inside.” He rants as he finally takes off your pants and underwear, leaving your pussy glistening for him. He moans and leans down to kiss and suck your breasts, fingers prodding at you entrance to prepare you for himself. He sticks two fingers in and moves quickly, the suction making it hard to move. “Ah jae fuck it feels so good.” you moan, hips moving in circles with his fingers. He curls them repeatedly inside of you for just a few seconds more.

“I’m so sorry baby this is going to hurt. I need to feel that on my cock. Just tell me if you can’t take it.” He says before grabbing his cock and lining himself to your entrance. He rubs his thick tip against your folds and your body shakes. He is so fucking big it’s unreal. He moves your legs to wrap around his waist, and starts to push himself through your tight walls.

“fuckkk let me in baby.” He groans throwing his head back. You bit your lip as he pushes and pushes, you feel every inch as your walls expand to let him fit. He harshly grabs your thighs and finally reaches the hilt. He sits for a minute, face scrunched and heavy breathing.

“You can move baby. Just fucking ruin me, im yours” You whisper to him and he whines aloud. He moves one hand to grab the headboard as the other grips your waist. He pulls himself out of your tight walls, leaving only the tip before forcing himself back in. You both moan loudly and he starts to move at a faster pace. His hips slam against yours as your pussy compulses against his cock. It feels so fucking good. The bed creaks as your moans fill the air, he angles his hips to hit the spongy spot inside of you.

“Fuck dont stop please” You whine.

“wasn’t planning on it pretty.” he barely gets out before whining once more. “So fucking tight I can cum any minute babygirl.” He moans

He starts to push himself harder into you, slapping noises filling his apartment. He slides in effortlessly now losing rhythm.

“inside” you moan. He immediately grabs onto your hips with both hands, lifting you up and pounding into you, his hips rubbing against your clit as your release hits you harder than ever. “fuck fuck gonna give you my babies, m gonna fill you up so good.” Jaehyun cums inside of you when he feels you convulse, streams of warm cum filling your walls until its dripping out. “Fuck I came so much.” He smiles down at you leaning down to kiss you and rub your sides.

“baby we made a mess” You whine out making him laugh at you. “I couldn’t help it you’re so hot. He responded smiling into your kiss. He reluctantly pulls out of your warm embrace, more of his cum dripping on the sheets, he looks away quickly before he gets hard again, knowing he already worn you out. “I’ll clean us up my love, rest your eyes.” and fuck after that you don’t need to be told twice

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jaehyun: Bro. I finally did it.

Leehan: Diddd what exactly?Jaehyun: I confessed to y/n last night!!! She said yes. You have no idea how happy I am to call her mine man.

Leehan: •••

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Fuming. Thats what leehan felt. He instantly left his house the moment he saw the text. How fucking dare jaehyun confess to you when he knew leehan had a thing for you as well. There was an agreement to make no moves and he fucking broke it. His heart slowly breaking to pieces, leehan makes his way over to jaehyun’s house. Knowing you were sleeping soundly in the upstairs bedroom with him.

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Using the hidden key, leehan slams jaehyuns apartment door open, only to be met with a sleepy jaehyun making his way down the steps. Jaehyun immediately freezes in his steps knowing what’s to come is no good.

“Are you fucking serious dude.” leehan deadpans, slowly inching his way closer to the shocked boy.

“What…Why are you here?!” Jaehyun responds hastly.

“Shut the fuck up. I’ve been chasing her for YEARS and all the sudden you think you can steal her from me like that???” Leehan says as his face turns red, fists clenching. Leehan suddenly swings to punch the wall behind jaehyun.

“Bro calm down please… You know I wanted her just as ba-“ Jaehyun is caught off guard when leehan suddenly grabs him and pushes him out of the still open door, quickly shutting it and locking him out.

“LEEHAN ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW???” Jaehyun yells angrily from the other side. “It’s either this or I punch you. You broke our code fucker.” leehan says coldy, storming off to go upstairs knowing you were still in his bed. The thought makes his blood boil, now regretting not punching his friend.

Leehan swings the door open to see you still sleeping soundly, wrapped in the silk sheets looking as gorgeous as ever. “oh my baby” Leehan says quietly, walking towards you. His anger now dissipating as he looks down at you.

Feeling a sudden weight on the bed you open your eyes. Realizing this was not your so called boyfriend you shoot up in shock. “LEEHAN??! What the fuck are you doing here?? Where’s jaehyun.” You start to rant before he shushed you.

“Too many questions. Let me talk.” He says shortly. He quickly leans down to trap your lips with his. You try to push him off but it’s no use as he pins you down by your arms. He slowly moves his lips against yours. Why are you starting to feel hot…. Sure you always thought he was fine but you have a boyfriend now, this is NOT right. After seconds he pulls away, a trail of spit connecting you both.

“LEEHAN. You can’t just do that- That’s not- what..” You cant form a proper sentence now, only to open your eyes to see tears in leehans.

“Leehan what…What’s going on i’m so lost..” You finally stutter out.

Leehans tears start to fall slowly. “I’m so fucking sorry y/n I couldn’t help it. I love you so much I know it’s sudden but I’ve loved you before I even introduced you to jaehyun. It’s just not fair.” He starts to cry harder, shoving his face into your neck as he hiccups. “You should be with me, not him. I tried so hard to get you to feel the same for me and I regret never confessing earlier. It hurts so bad y/n make it stop please.” He whines into your neck.

your hearts breaks in two, now seeing that the man you’ve fallen for all these years ago had always loved you back, the moment you try to move on it all comes crashing down. Seeing him in tears hurts more than anything. You move your hands to wrap around him, the feeling of love that you’ve always felt hits back, warmth filling your heart. “I’ve always loved you leehan, trying to force myself to move on from you is the hardest thing i’ve ever tried to do. I always thought you were just teasing me because you knew I liked you…” you say softly to him.

“I love you y/n you don’t understand .” He says, lifting his head to look into your eyes “please let me prove it to you. Let me make you feel things he could never do for you.” He finishes, bringing himself back down to your lips, barely touching them. “Ill do it right this time. Can I kiss you please? Do you give me permission to please you baby?” He asked softly, strong arms wrapping around your body caressing gently.

“Please” Is all you can whisper out before he closes the distance. All thoughts of poor jaehyun leaving your mind, not even wondering where he is.

You’re mind is completely full of leehans soft lips moving against yours. Stealing your breath away. He starts to softly roll his hips into yours, pleasure already fulfilling your senses as you moan into his lips. You clench around nothing when you feel his hard on slide between your folds, He presses down hard into you, the desperation showing in his movements.

He starts to remove your pants and underwear at the same time, eager to see you. He lifts up the tshirt you are wearing, easily seeing how its jaehyuns and not your own. you make a move to slip it off before leehan stops you. “Keep it on.” He says darkly, sliding the shirt up just enough to suck on your tits. His toungue rolls around your nipple before harshly sucking. You can’t stop your hips from moving trying to get more friction.

“hannie take off your shirt I wanna see you” You mumble as you tug on his long hair. He bites his lip as he removes all of his clothes, now feeling too hot to keep anything on. You moan at the sight of his six pack, reaching out to touch the muscle, before looking down to see his long dick leaking from the tip.

“thats right baby.” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you again, his fully hard dick now against your soaking wet pussy.

“So wet baby.” He mumbles against your lips once more. “Can probably slide right in hm? Little slut doesn’t need prep?” He continues as he slides his dick between your folds.

“M’ not a slut” Is all you reply.

“Mmm you’re right honey, just a slut for me and my dick hm?” He asks as you nod eagerly.

“beg for me to put it in baby. Show me how bad you want me.”

His words turn you on so much, the wetness pooling between your thighs, ready for him to fuck you good.

“Please hannie been needing you for so long. Need you to fuck me baby, pleaseee” Is all you can say before he prods at your entrance with his tip. You both moan loudly as he slides in, not wasting any time to push himself as deep as he can go.

“fuckkkk my baby is so tight for me mmm” He says. Pulling halfway out before rocking his hips into your own, balls slapping against your thighs creating nasty sounds that turn you both on. He has a steady rhythm, biting his lip so hard he might start bleeding. His dick feels so good inside of you

“y/n ffuckkk” He cant stop the moans from leaving his mouth, hair sticking to his forehead as his eyes roll back. His dick hits the deepest parts of your body, hitting that spongy spot that knocks the breath out of you.

“WHAT THE FUCK” You both hear. Your heart beginning to beat out of your chest you try to move away from leehan. Only for him to pin you down and continue drilling into you.

“hannie stop please.” you whimper, tears threatening to fall from embarrassment.

Jaehyun storms to pull leehan away from you, his dick harshly sliding out of you causing you both to moan in agony.

“Get the fuck away from her you dirty bastard.” jaehyun says as his hearts breaks to pieces. “y/n how could you fall for his trap… I thought you loved me baby…” jaehyun finally looks at you, seeing his tshirt still covering your body and the wetness between your thighs causes his dick to twitch.

“Jaehyunnie… I’m so fucking sorry I do lov”

You’re silenced with a leehan covering your mouth.

“Dont you fucking dare.” Leehan says with his eyes narrowed. “EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP.” Leehan finally snaps.

“You wanna fucking end this??” Leehan says now making eye contact with jaehyun. “Fuck her with me then. We’ll let the pretty baby pick, see who can make her feel better hm?” He ends now looking at your gorgeous body.

Jaehyun wants to decline, only wanting you for himself but seeing you so worn out gets him sooo horny.

“fine.” Is all be responds. Taking off his shirt quickly and getting on the bed to make out with you. Leehan rolls his eyes watching jaehyun taint your gorgeous lips.

“I’m finishing what I started.” Leehan says sharply. getting on the bed to pull you back to him, His dick easily sliding back into you as you both moan out. Not wanting to miss out jaehyun takes off his pants and boxers, his thick dick slapping against his stomach. You clench around leehan at the sight. Jaehyun moves closer to you and you take his dick in your mouth, trying your best to deepthroat him and make him feel good. The room is filled with panting and moans as leehan starts to slam into you now that jaehyun is watching, hand moving down to rub circles on your puffy clit.

“dont fucking come yet.” Jaehyun says, shoving his dick down your throat and pulling all the way out when you gag.

“think you can fit us both at the same time?” Jaehyun says making leehan finally slow down to a halt, doubting your poor tight pussy.

“Man she is so fucking tight you’ll need to prep her, I don’t want her in pain.” Leehan says with sincerity in his voice for once.

Nodding jaehyun makes his way to the bed and lays down. With your mind in a fuzzy state you don’t comprehend what they’re doing. Leehan leads you to sit on top of jaehyun dick, moaning out in unison once more. Jaehyun sticks his fingers inside of you along with this dick, the stretch painful.

“fuck I cant do it guys.” You finally speak up clenching your teeth.

“Can I fuck your ass?” Leehan wastes no time to ask. Watching you start to stutter and give no direct answers, Jaehyun lifts you a bit higher so leehan can fit his dick into your tight unused hole. He stretches you out with only one finger. You gasp at the feeling and clench down tight.

“Relax baby, you gotta let him in.” Jaehyun says soothingly, slowing starting to fuck up into you in order to distract you. Your moans of pleasure filling the room. After a minute he adds two more fingers and begins to scissor them inside of you.

“Oh fuck hannie pleaseee.” you moan out, pleasure filling every aspect of you. Leehan spits on his dick before sliding only the tip in, Jaehyun stilling inside of you to let you adjust.

“oh-oh feels weird hannie i cant.” Jaehyun shushes you with a kiss to your lips, letting leehan push himself farther into you as you scream out. Leehan stops finally hitting the hilt, you’re so tight he can barely move.

“shh baby you feel so fucking good mmm. Will feel so good for you in a minute promise y/n.” Leehan moans out, trying not to thrust inside of you. Jaehyun takes initiative and starts his thrusts, the bouncing making you slowly move back and forth onto leehans dick as well. After a second leehan pulls out and fucks into you as you moan uncontrollably, the pleasure is something you’ve never felt before. Both holes filled as they fuck you simultaneously. Now pounding into you, you feel your high coming close. The need to cum on their dicks so strong you can’t hold back.

“think she can cum leehanie?” Jaehyun asked breathlessly.

“Fuck yeah. ass so good for me baby go ahead and cum.” Leehans says, his high just a minute away.

Hearing this you let the band snap, cumming on them both as they continuously slide in and out of your wet pussy. Now creaming around jaehyuns cock, as your body shakes. Leehan hold you up, railing into you as hard as he can go.

“Fuck jaehyun you need to cum now. I need to fill her up too.” leehan groans, arms wrapping around you as your back is to his stomach, he mosns into your neck as your whining makes him impossibly closer.

“fuck m’ cumming inside baby.” Jaehyun says, his cock sliding deep inside of you as he makes little thrusts to empty himself. moaning loudly he throws his head back, Not even pulling out before leehan shoves himself into your pussy. The sudden stretch makes you immediately cum against both boys again, your pussy pulsating against them both while leehan cums inside of your walls. Painting it white along with jaehyuns mess. Feeling leehans big dick rub against his own, jaehyun had to hold his moans back, too tired to go once more. They both pull out together, your pussy now stretched out that their cums spill beneath you.

“hollllly fuck that was good.” Leehan says putting his jealousy aside. Jaehyun reluctantly

agrees, patting down your hair as you pant to yourself. Your eyes close uncontrollably.

“Let’s clean up.” Jaehyun says watching you breathe softly, not wanting to feel sticky or sleep in this mess.

“you got it.” leehan replies shortly. After cleaning and dressing you up. Jaehyun crawls into his bed next to you and pulls you to his chest.

“myung.” Leehan says coldy, making jaehyun release you instantly.

“sorry…” is all he can reply, just wanting to be alone with you. “no you’re right…no matter how much it hurts she still has to chose right?” he sadly responds, getting out of the bed as they both head downstairs.

she has to chose right.

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these words ring in your head as you dread your decision. Both boys have been nothing but sweet and amazing to you so how were you supposed to pick.

The boy leehan that has loved you for ages since you met, or the boy jaehyun that caught something for you after leehan introduced you both. Morning time rolls around and you want to throw up, so nervous to how their reaction will be.

“Oh look, princess is awake” leehan mumbles with food in his mouth. Both boys seemingly getting along like old times which makes you happy. How could you be the one to break apart this beautiful friendship.

“I’m not choosing” You instantly say. Making jaehyun choke on his cereal and leehan trying to pat his back to make sure he doesn’t die.

“sorry WHAT??” Jaehyun responds with his voice hoarse.

“whatdya mean not choosing??” Leehan says calmly, heart beating out of his chest.

“I mean it as in I love you both. Of course in your own different ways but I seriously can’t pick only one and break you guys apart…” you finally answer, sadness filling your heart.

“damn well. I wasn’t really looking for a three way relationship but I guess we can make it work.” Jaehyun says before leehans slaps him aside the head.

“bro. dont make it sound weird- we are NOT together. “ Their bickering makes you giggle to yourself. You make your way over to them and the both pull you into their embrace.

“hungry baby? we can cook you something” Leehan says sweetly.

maybe this relationship wont be so bad after all….

“technically im the only one dating y/n because you didn’t ask her out-“ jaehyun screams before leehan smacks him once more. “I SWEAR I will lock you outside again.”

Well… at least you have entertainment and two hot boys that love you dearly

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For the first time, part II | t.n

Theodore found himself strangely preoccupied with thoughts of you after that short encounter. He couldn't help but wonder what it was about you that intrigued him so much. Every time he saw you around the school, he felt his heart race a bit faster. He found himself looking forward to breakfast just to catch a glimpse of you, and he often caught himself daydreaming about what it would be like to have a conversation with you that extended beyond a few words.

Days turned into weeks, and Theodore's curiosity about you only grew. He discovered from his friends, Blaise and Pansy, that you were known for the way you were quite the mystery, always appearing out of nowhere and disappearing just as quickly. Theodore was captivated by your enigmatic presence.

One day, as the weather started to shift towards autumn, Theodore found himself walking alone in the courtyard after class. Lost in thought, he was startled when he heard your voice behind him.

“Lost again Nott?”

Turning around, Theodore saw you leaning against a nearby tree, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. He chuckled, surprised by how comfortable he felt around you despite barely knowing you.

"I suppose I have a tendency to wander," he replied, his lips curving into a small smile.

You pushed yourself off the tree and took a step closer. "Well, I must admit, I'm intrigued. You don’t look at me with disgust like the other slytherins… it’s nice”

"Is that so?" Theodore raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious about your perspective.

"Yeah. You're quiet, but you don't exude the same air of superiority that most of your housemates do."

He shrugged, leaning against the tree now. "I find that whole superiority thing a bit tiresome, to be honest."

You nodded in agreement. "Me too. So, what do you do when you're not wandering, Mr. Nott?"

Theodore chuckled. "Well, I enjoy spending time in the library, reading and researching various subjects. And I have a penchant for painting."

"Painting, huh? I wouldn't have pegged you as the artistic type."

He smirked. "Appearances can be deceiving, don't you think?"

You laughed, the sound light and pleasant. "Touché. Well, maybe you can show me some of your paintings someday."

"I'd like that," he admitted, feeling a warmth spread through him at the thought. "And maybe this time Hermione won't drag you away from me," he laughed.

As the conversation continued, Theodore found himself opening up to you in a way he hadn't with others. Your easygoing nature and genuine interest in him put him at ease. It was a feeling he wasn't used to, but one he welcomed wholeheartedly.

Little did he know that this conversation marked the beginning of a deep and unexpected connection between the two of you.

Over the following weeks, you and Theodore's friendship blossomed into something more profound. Your witty banter and shared interests formed a strong foundation, and the mysterious air that surrounded you only intrigued him further.

As the months flowed by, the bond between Theodore and you deepened. Each passing day seemed to lock in the connection you shared, an unspoken understanding. The initial curiosity that had drawn you two together evolved into something more profound—an undeniable closeness.

Conversations that once centered around casual topics soon dived into the depths of your hopes and dreams. Theodore found himself sharing his aspirations with you, discussing his fascination with magic's intricacies and the fervor he felt for painting. And you, in turn, bared your soul, revealing your desire for adventure, a hunger to explore.

One serene evening, with the sun casting its last rays across the Hogwarts grounds, you and Theodore stood by the Black Lake. The water flowed, reflecting the fading light, while a gentle breeze tousled your hair, intertwining it with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

“i haven’t drink anything for weeks” you said looking at the boy who looked almost painted

“i’m glad” he smiled

“i think… we should play shot trivia” you said hopefully

“absolutely not… for all i know you could end up at the hufflepuff table with cedric diggory”

you both laughed

"Have you ever wondered about your path after Hogwarts?" you asked, your gaze lingering on the horizon.

Theodore leaned against a nearby tree, a thoughtful expression playing on his features.

"I've given it thought. Continuing my studies, perhaps looking into obscure branches of magic, and certainly nurturing my love for painting."

Turning to him, a playful grin tugged at your lips.

"So, a wizard with a penchant for artistry? Quite the intriguing combination."

A soft chuckle escaped him. "Appearances can indeed be deceptive. And what about you? What do you envision for your post-Hogwarts days?"

A wistful sigh escaped your lips, and your gaze grew distant. "I've always been more captivated by the present than the future. Yet, I can't help but entertain the idea of traveling."

Theodore nodded in agreement. "That sounds like an awe-inspiring adventure."

Silence settled between you, and Theodore felt a surge of courage, a yearning to confess the feelings that he could no longer suppress.

"Y/n," he began, his voice tender, "there's something I've been wanting to share with you."

Turning toward him, curiosity lit up your eyes.

"What is it, Theo?"

Taking a deep breath, he traced intricate patterns on the tree's bark, the words forming in his mind.

"Every moment spent with you has shaped my life in ways I never even realised till recent. From the minute you sat next to me at the Slytherin table, I haven't been able to think of any name but yours."

Your eyes widened, and the world seemed to still. Then, a smile bloomed across your face. "Theodore Nott, are you implying that you have a crush on me?"

He smirked, his cheeks warming. "I suppose you could say that."

Your grin widened, and you stepped closer, a playful glint in your eyes. "You know, Theodore, I've been secretly hoping you'd say that."

He blinked, amusement filling his eyes. "You were?"

Your nod was accompanied by an unwavering gaze. "Absolutely... I've been feeling the same way too."

Relief and contentment surged through him, and a genuine smile graced his lips. "Really?"

A playful smile accompanied your response. "Definitely. I guess we've been dancing around these feelings for quite a while, haven't we?"

Theodore chuckled, his nerves giving way to a sense of reassurance. "Seems that way."

Reaching out, you gently took his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining with an easy familiarity.

"So, what's the next chapter, Mr. Nott?"

Theodore stared at your face, the way the sun hit it in just the right way made heat rush to his face. In that heart-stirring moment, he leaned in, his heartbeat echoing the anticipation in his chest. He pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your lips.

"I say we travel around the world, I'll draw you in every country we visit."

"Promise?" you asked.

"Promise," he confirmed before placing another sweet kiss on your lips.

“so still a no to shot trivia?”

“still a no”

“okay just checking”

[uplatterme]

Cherry Wine

—sub!kaeya/dom!reader, transmasc!kaeya/gn!reader | implied fwb relationship, fwb to lovers, hurt/comfort | mentioned nipple play, fingering (kaeya!receiving), edging, semi-public handjob (kaeya!receiving), mention of kaeya’s tcock like once though anatomy is kept pretty vague and gender-neutral

—kinda based on cherry wine by grentperez, that song has been on replay for days.

It’s not unusual for the Knights of Favonius to have these sorts of events, gatherings were held to provide some sort of bonding amongst other knights. A teambuilding activity, if you will.

He holds a glass of dandelion wine and the aroma reminds him of his…The smell reminds him of Angel’s Share and the said owner of that bar who isn’t here, and what he wouldn’t give to be in his position.

He stands idly in a secluded space, not wanting to catch the attention of the others who seem to be having a much more enjoyable time than he is.

His eyes wander around, examining his colleagues and other guests socializing.

The Cavalry Captain spots you and then out of nowhere, his hand is moving on its own, forcing him to drink the rest of the alcohol to hide the creeping blush starting to show on his face.

He turns around and faces the wall which is probably more suspicious than him just standing there alone, now that he thinks about it. However, he’d rather be caught dead than have you say something about him staring at you.

See, conversing with you isn’t really a problem. After all, you two have been friends ever since and even perform some acts that the average friendship doesn’t usually account for. Suffice to say, the knight trusts you a lot.

However, Kaeya might have stepped over that line a week ago…which is why he’s ignoring every letter you’ve sent to him. 

My Kaeya, I apologize for not meeting up with you lately. I have been stumped with the new work that Jean has assigned me for the rest of the week. Here are some flowers that I’ve gathered while I’m out in Liyue. I hope they won’t wither by the time you get this letter. I miss you.

He internally screams once he remembers the contents of that letter. A lovely bouquet of qingxin, one which he immediately freezes to keep alive for as long as he possibly can. You were really too nice of a friend to him.

You’ve always referred to him as “My Kaeya” ever since the first letter you formally sent. So he assumes it’s a friendly term to refer to him, something that he shouldn’t read further into if he doesn’t want to get his feelings hurt.

Also, it may or may not be his fault that you were assigned that many workloads from Jean…

He already messed up last week.

He tried to forget about it, but it’s impossible to forget when your fingers were inside of him, his juices soaking the sheets while your tongue had its way with his chest, nibbling his nipples just the way he likes them as your saliva trails down from his scars to his stomach.

It wasn’t even that bad. Literally, there were worse times when you two got at it like two wolves in heat, yet somehow that was when his mind just decided to spew out those three specific words.

He sounded like he was enjoying himself on a honeymoon with his newlywed. What was he thinking… he could have moaned out literally anything else. Hell, he would have rather moaned out in Khaenri’ahn for fucks sake. 

Yet he didn't, he said something much idiotic.

He can’t even say it in his mind right now, he’s far too embarrassed.

Kaeya is uncertain whether you heard him or not. He didn’t see you respond strangely at all, so is it possible you were too focused? Or maybe you did, and he just didn’t notice because he climaxed right after that mishap of his…

He’s hoping it’s the former.

He fidgets with the glass in his hand, breathing to calm himself down before turning around again. 

“Hi.”

Kaeya’s heart jumps at the sight of you being so near to him. How long have you been there to begin with?

“Hello.” He replies as cooly as he can, averting his gaze away from you.

“I’m back.”

“I see that.” Archons, what is he saying?

“Are you—” 

You cut yourself off, pursing your lips and giving him a smile before continuing. He’s seconds away from just bolting out of here.

“Did you like the flowers?”

“I did.” He answers.

“Good.” 

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, the hired musicians changes the current music playing to a more…romantic one.

That’s fine. He’s good at these kinds of things.

Kaeya shoves any sign of embarrassment or nervousness away and looks straight at you directly. You must have drank a lot, the dilation in your eyes makes it easy to tell.

“Care for a dance?” You invited.

“My, are you sure you can keep up?” He bites back.

“Probably not, but if it prevents you from standing by yourself then I’ll dance with you as long as I can.”

The genuineness of your words always manages to stir him up.

Kaeya laughs. “I see you’ve had much to drink.”

“Sure, something like that.” He catches a grin from you despite the way you bow at him.

He shakes his head, offering his hand in front of you. There’s a slightly noticeable tremble his hand makes but you place your hand onto his, keeping him still.

“I’m afraid a simple waltz is all I can do, I’m no Eula.” You admit.

“It’s fine. I’ll lead.” Kaeya says, trying to act as confidently as he can. 

“Alright then, Captain.”

His arm wraps around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder. His breathing staggers but he tries to focus on the music and his feet, swaying you along with him. He dances gracefully, of course. Not that it’s surprising as he grew up in the Ragnvindr household.

He knows people are watching, he doesn’t meet their faces or yours.

“Kaeya.” You speak.

He raises his head. It’s bad etiquette to not look at the one you’re dancing with, though he hopes he can be forgiven just this once.

“Can we talk after this?”

He loses track of the time and his body moves as if it’s on autopilot. He only realizes that the music has stopped and so does he, when the people around him are clapping.

Kaeya faces you again, unsure of what to do. 

All of the sudden, his body is being dragged away to a more quiet spot, Your hand gripping his wrist. The balcony provides room for the two of you, the rest of the party being hidden away by the fancy curtain.

“Are you cold?” You ask.

The breeze is a bit shivering but he’s used to the cold due to the cryo vision he holds. 

“I’m fine.” 

He hears you sigh, as if that answer he’s given you was somehow wrong. You grab a flask from the inside of his blazer, taking a swig before handing it to him.

Kaeya smells the alcohol and he worries. “More alcohol?”

“It’s my first drink tonight.”

He doubts that, although he finds that there’s no reason for you to lie.

So, why do you keep giving him those eyes?

Kaeya gives in, drinking the rest. Warmth grows on his face and he’s unsure whether it’s from the wine or the fact that your mouth was just on the flask.

“This is new.” He examines it with a closer look.

“Cherry Wine. Diluc gave it to me, apparently it’s from a merchant he met.”

Kaeya chuckles. “I see you’ve been conspiring with my brother.”

There’s jealousy obvious when he says that, but who was he to be jealous? The line of friendship becomes more and more obscured.

“Well, unlike someone. He actually finds time to reply to my letters.”

“You’re mad.” He points out.

“Here I thought you were too dense to even notice that.” 

You close the distance between you two, his hands holding on the railings of the balcony as your hand steadies his back, kissing him deeply and much longer than any of the kisses you’ve given him.

His heart thumps from his chest, wanting more of your lips when you separate from him.

“Say it again. Tell me I didn’t mishear.” You plead.

“I…What?” You did hear him.

“Do I have to fuck it out of your mouth again?”

“Sweetheart, we’re in public. Gods, how strong is that wine—hey, wait!”

Your hand slips down his pants, palming the growing erection from under. Kaeya bites the back of his hand, your hand stroking his hardened tcock while you observe his face with a stern look.

“C-Come on, I really didn’t say anything.” He says, halfway between a soft whine and a cry.

“Captain, I didn’t take you for a liar and a coward.”

He’s dripping wet, he knows by the way the cloth sticks to the skin on his thigh. The pace you’re going at is undeniably slow, and he knows you won’t let him finish if he doesn't say those words again.

“Please?” Kaeya begs. It’s been a week without your touch and frankly, it’s a week too long.

“It’s admirable how you’d rather have me pleasure you like this in front of everybody rather than just admitting it.”

The knight knows that he’s enjoying this far more than he should be and that it’s the only thing worth remembering about this gathering.

And then your hand grips him tighter and his legs quiver, cursing your name out in a breathy moan. 

“What’s wrong? Poor Captain wants to cum, does he?” You tease.

“You ass.”

His thighs rub together, wanting more of that extra friction. He admits that the action is quite humiliating, though if there’s a way to get himself off without confessing his feelings for you, then he’ll gladly do that.

“No. Spread them apart.” You ordered.

“H-Huh?”

“You heard me.”

He follows through, a squeaky whimper escaping his throat.

“So desperate, My Kaeya.”

His foot almost missteps when he feels the warmth from one of your fingers slowly penetrating him. Oh fuck, you cannot be serious.

He throws his head back as you continue to explore more of his insides. And just like before, you’re meticulously playing with him just so he breaks apart.

“I already said please.”

“And it’s appreciated, dear. But that’s not what I wanted to hear.”

“Fuck…hn, you—”

He stays a wreck like that for a few minutes, not being allowed the permission to cum from your fingers. Why do you want him to say it that bad anyways? Do you really want to reject him like this? Right now?

Kaeya’s body feels heavy.

He’s close, oh so close. 

His nails dig into the skin of his palms, he hears the inside get quieter and for a second, he assumes that it’s because of how he’s gasping and panting because of you.

He shakes those thoughts, knowing how loud the music and gossiping of the knights must be.

“Do you not like me?” You blurt out.

What an absurd question. Why do you think he’s letting you do this?

“Am I too pushy, Kaeya?” 

Your words are contrasting your actions far too differently. Your fingers start to get rougher, he’s painfully hard and he just wants to—He can’t—he physically cannot hold it any longer.

The mention of your name is indistinguishable from a slobbering baby, he holds your waist again although for a particularly different reason this time.

It’s so cheesy how he gets so lovesick whenever he cums.

“I-I love you.”

His entire body collapses into an orgasm. He sobs onto your chest, he’s unsure whether it’s because of how fucking good that felt or the forthcoming response you’ll give as he’s finally admitted it.

What he didn’t expect however, is the fact that it’s not only his face that’s soaking from tears.

“I hate you.” You say.

There’s a hurt in his chest and he wants to take it back but what’s already been said is right there. He wants to apologize. It’s his fault after all for thinking anybody would think of him as anything more than a friend, for catching feelings—

His thoughts are silenced as you kiss him once more, it only lasts for a few and he’s left stunned as to why you would do that.

“I thought you finally caught on. I was so happy when you said you love me, I was caught off guard,”

You take a deep breath, calming yourself.

“And then, you decide to avoid me?! I even sent you qingxin, and you know I don’t like high places!”

…

“You like—no, you love me?” Kaeya states, the thought seems way too unbelievable.

“Obviously! Who in their right mind would address their friend as theirs?” You spat back.

You groan, pushing his already weak body away.

“I love you too, Kaeya. Don’t do that again, okay? You worried the shit out of me.”

“I…Okay. I won’t, I promise.”

He starts walking towards you shakily before pulling you into a tight hug. 

It’s a strange hug. The breeze is far too cold, your clothes are now sticky, and both of your eyes are red from crying. 

Yet somehow, it’s comforting.

It’s perfect.

[lovelyiida]

THE RACE TO WEDDING BELLS ❤︎︎

CHAPTER 3: STAGES—CHOICES? CHOICES!

"you seem more tolerable than usual"

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo realized he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

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"Ah, fuck, a week off is what I really need, dude," Dynamight grumbles, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and longing.

"Yeah, well, keep working that ass, and maybe the officials will say something," Kirishima retorts with a half-hearted chuckle. They both share a sense of weariness, the weight of their responsibilities bearing down on them.

It's just another normal day for the two pro-heroes, Dynamight and Red Riot, as they tirelessly patrol the streets of Japan. The rhythm of their duties has become ingrained in them, but fatigue has taken its toll, leaving them aimlessly wandering through the bustling city.

As they stroll side by side, a comfortable silence settles between them. The sounds of the city envelop them, a constant hum that serves as a backdrop to their thoughts. It's in these moments of respite that casual conversations often emerge.

"So…" Kirishima begins, his voice trailing off, a spark of curiosity evident in his tone. "How's Ms. L/n?"

Dynamight's exhaustion momentarily lifts, replaced by a glimmer of interest. A mischievous smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he thinks about her. "She's doing great," he replies, a hint of humor coloring his words. "Busy with her own work, but she's been killing it."

Kirishima nods, his own grin mirroring Dynamight's. "That's awesome, man. She's got the drive and the skills. No doubt she's making a name for herself out there if you refer her to other heroes."

A flicker of pride shines in Dynamight's eyes as he reflects on her accomplishments. "Yeah, she's got that fire in her. Reminds me of when I first started out, you know? Determined, focused. It's inspiring."

Red Riot claps Dynamight on the back, a friendly gesture of camaraderie. "Not giving her hell are ya?" He asks, but Dynamight's shit-eating grin doesn't fault. "Aw c'mon dude! You promised you wouldn't give her a hard time!" he groans punching him in the shoulder.

"Hey, if she can handle a battle why not give her a war?" The hero smiles. "Bakugo, we've lost over five secretaries because you wanna be an ass, just keep this one goddamn it." The redhead spits before quickening his pace and walking before him.

The blonde smacks his lips against his teeth, quickly speeding up the pace before landing a kick against his back. A moment of shared understanding passes between them, a bond forged through the trials and tribulations of their profession. They both know the unique challenges that come with being heroes, the sacrifices, and the rewards that accompany the path they've chosen.

As they continue their patrol, their steps a little lighter, and their weariness was momentarily forgotten, the friendship between Dynamight and Red Riot remains steadfast. They find solace in each other's company, knowing that they can rely on one another in the face of adversity.

With their conversation about you fading into the background, they return to their duties, their shared goal of protecting the city reigniting their resolve. Together, they navigate the streets, their footsteps echoing with determination, ready to face whatever challenges come their way. As they finish their patrol, the two pro-heroes make their way back to their agency, ascending to the 21st floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, they are met with a warm reception from their dedicated team of workers. Kirishima responds with respectful bows and words of encouragement, his friendly demeanor shining through. On the other hand, Dynamight chooses to distance himself, maintaining a stoic and solitary presence. Ignoring the well-wishes of his colleagues, he keeps his focus solely on moving forward.

"Dynamight!"

Hearing his name called out, Bakugo looks ahead to see you rushing towards him, a sense of urgency in your demeanor. Letting out a sigh, he halts in his tracks, waiting for you to catch up. As you slow your pace, he gazes down at your tired figure, a flicker of concern briefly crossing his face.

"Um, I have some papers for you to read. If you can go to your office and take a look at them, that would be great," you ask politely, holding out the documents for him to take.

"That's it?" the hero responds blankly, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance. You glance around awkwardly, feeling a bit out of place under his intense gaze. With a slight nod, you confirm that it's indeed all you need from him. Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly nods and makes his way towards his office, his steps carrying a sense of exhaustion.

Entering his office, Bakugo crashes into his seat with a loud huff, his frustration evident. "Somehow everything aches, yet I'm so fuckin' active," he mutters to himself, his words laced with a mix of irritation and fatigue.

Leaning back in his chair, he takes a moment to collect himself, allowing the weariness of the day to settle. His mind drifts to the weight of his responsibilities, the constant demand to be at his best, both physically and mentally. It's a relentless pursuit, one that often leaves him feeling drained and stretched thin.

With a tired sigh, Bakugo reaches for the papers you handed him. As he begins to review the contents, his sharp focus kicks in, his determination to excel driving him forward. Despite the fatigue and the occasional frustration, he knows that every task, every piece of information, is crucial in his ongoing mission to protect and serve.

Especially the small piece of paper that stood out among the rest, Dynamight holds it in the air, his eyes fixated on the intricately decorated surface. As he averts his gaze from the paper, he locks eyes with you, sitting in a corner chair, typing away on your computer.

"Hey," Dynamight calls out, his voice beckoning your attention. Your trained eyes snap up, meeting his intense gaze. "Yes, Dynamight?" you respond, a hint of confusion lacing your words. A moment of silence hangs in the air as you await his next words, uncertain of why he called for you.

Dynamight waves the paper in his hand toward you, prompting you to stand from your chair and approach him. Taking the paper from his hand, you observe his expectant expression. "Read it," he says flatly, his voice devoid of any enthusiasm. Your eyes travel across the paper, and you begin to read aloud.

"You're invited to the celebration of Shoto Todoroki and Momo Yaoyorozu's marriage—"

"Of fucking course," Dynamight interjects, his tone dripping with toxicity and perhaps a hint of jealousy. You gaze at him with an unreadable expression, unsure whether to continue or not.

"The ceremony is in the fall, if you want to know," you mumble softly, the words barely escaping your lips. "I don't give a damn if it was fucking tomorrow, damn it… throw it away," he says dismissively, waving you away. However, you choose to stay in place, compelled to speak your mind. "I know it's not my place to speak, but I thought I would show this to you because I heard that these were your friends," you say, your voice laced with genuine concern.

Your boss looks at you with a deadpan expression, his gaze piercing through you. "Who the hell told you that?" he asks, his voice laced with curiosity. You bite your lip nervously, briefly glancing at the invitation before covering your mouth with it. "Um, Red Riot, sir," you admit, eyes widening realizing the potential consequences of the word you said.

"Sir? What am I, 70?" Dynamight raises his voice, his irritation palpable. You quickly shake your head, realizing your choice of words was inappropriate. Before the hero can further express his discontent toward you or the situation, he lets out a resigned sigh. "Don't listen to a damn thing Riot says. He has a singular cashew for a brain," he mutters, his frustration evident.

You take a step back, processing his words and the subtle vulnerability beneath his tough exterior. Bending down into a bow, you apologize and walk towards the trash can and toss the small invitation in the garbage.

As the hours pass, you diligently work at your computer, stationed in the corner chair of Dynamight's office. Despite the occasional interruptions to run errands or print out papers, you remain focused and dedicated to your tasks. Unbeknownst to you, Dynamight observes your every move, silently appreciating your unwavering work ethic. He can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for his own path as a pro hero, realizing that he could never envision himself in your position.

As the day progresses into late noon, Dynamight taps away at his phone, engaged in a text conversation with Red Riot. "So, are we getting a week off or what?" he types, eagerly awaiting his comrade's response. The screen displays the familiar bubble of three dots, indicating that Red Riot is typing. Within a moment, the response arrives: "Hell yeah, dude!" Dynamight can almost hear Red Riot's enthusiastic tone echoing from the words on his screen.

With a satisfied grin, Dynamight sets his phone down, ready to enjoy the upcoming week of well-deserved rest. However, as he looks up from his phone, he realizes that you are no longer in the office. The chair sits empty, the computer screen casting a faint blue glow. Biting the inside of his cheek, he picks up his phone and begins dialing your number, curiosity piqued by your sudden absence.

As the phone rings for a mere moment, Dynamight observes your figure darting into the office, hastily throwing the door open. Your face reflects a mixture of panic and calm urgency as you speed-walk over to his desk. With his mouth slightly ajar, he ends the ringing call, intrigued by the urgency in your demeanor.

With a huff, you slam a handful of papers down and look at the hero. His face remains straight and unreadable. "Anything else you need, Dynamight?" you say, slightly staggered breath escaping your lips. The blonde hero blinks a couple of times, tilting his head as he looks at the stack of papers.

Extending his finger to lift one of the papers, he looks back up at you. "And might I know what the fuck is on my desk, L/n?" he says, his polite tone dripping with condescension. Clenching your jaw, you manage a half-smile. "Apologies, Dynamight! These are your schedules for the next three months. I've strategically organized each event to your liking, be it fundraisers, press conferences, speeches, or office schedules-"

"Even the shitty high school reunions?" he interrupts with a sly smirk. You chuckle at his response. "Yes, I made sure to make those an optional choice for you," you say with a smirk.

Dynamight scans through the papers, his face focused. Suddenly, he slams a particular paper down and points to a specific line of text. "October 16th, that's a Wednesday. Why is there a press conference scheduled on that day?" he questions.

Raising your eyebrows, you lean over to look at the indicated line. "I scheduled a press conference on that day because you'll be accompanying Red Riot to the Golden Hall to celebrate his birthday. When there are many people with similar expertise and professions gathered, it's considered a press conference," you explain with a smile. "Plus, your officials emphasized the need for you to attend more conferences, so… I bent the rules a little," you mumble.

A long pause hangs in the office, Dynamight's eyes fixed on you. "And why should I keep these papers? Couldn't you have just emailed me this as a damn form?" he growls.

"Because you only use your phone on workdays, and even then, you're barely on it. So I figured a printed form would suit you best," you reply calmly. "And what if I lose it? What then?" he retorts with an irritated tone, seemingly upset that you have an answer to all his questions.

As he pays close attention to your every word, he notices your eye twitch.

Letting out a sigh, you place your hands behind your back. "You walk into this office with nothing, so I assume you leave with nothing as well… These papers will be waiting for you safely in a nice drawer upon your return, Dynamight," your tone edges on the brink of scolding. Your boss says nothing, tearing his gaze away from you as he settles back in his chair, focusing on his computer.

"Get out."

Blinking, you slowly bow before making your escape from the seventh ring of hell—Dynamight's office. "Wait!" he yells out, causing you to stop in your tracks. "Yes, Dynamight?" you say wearily. Your boss notices the tiredness in your tone, raising his head slightly.

"Don't come to work tomorrow. Takin' a week off," he says.

"Yes, Dynamight" you say, making another attempt to leave before you were once interrupted. "L/n!" Dynamight calls out for you once more, "Yes?" you say, on the brink of breaking right then and there.

"Rest."

Your eyes widen for a moment, that might be the nicest thing he's ever said you since you started working here. "Yes, thank you...you as well!" You exclaim, soon you grab your computer and push in your chair and rush for the door.

With a slam, Dynamight sighs and stands from his chair "god, that girl." As like every other working citizen in the building he gathers his things and leaves his building. Walking in the secluded garage to his car, he hears rushed footsteps luring behind him.

Turning, he notices his friend.

"Hey dude! mind giving me a ride?" the cheery red head says, Bakugo lets out a deep sigh before opening with the drivers side of the car stepping in. Kirishima gives him a grin before opening the passenger side and throwing his stuff and himself in the car. Starting the engine, the duo zooms out of the garage and onto a secluded tunnel that soon lead to the outside road private from the public to see.

"A whole week off, what are you gonna do, Bakugo?" Kirishima asks excitedly. "Sleeping and ignoring you," the hero replies flatly. Rolling his eyes at Bakugo's response, Kirishima settles into a comfortable silence as they drive. The Japanese sunset bathes his skin in a soft, warm glow, adding a touch of serenity to the moment.

"So… did you get the invitation?" Kirishima asks with a curious tone. "Yeah, not going to Icy Hot's shitty wedding," Bakugo retorts. This earns a groan from Kirishima. "Why not? He's your friend!" Kirishima pleads. Bakugo dismissively responds, "No, he's your friend. I'm just a publicity stunt." The statement hangs in the air, and Bakugo mutters, "Plus, weddings aren't really my thing, y'know?"

Kirishima places his hands on his head, giving Bakugo an irritated look. "Dude, you gotta get out more! Aren't you sick and tired of attending weddings without ever hosting one?" he remarks. This catches Bakugo's attention. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he growls at Kirishima. The red head shakes his head and dismisses Bakugo's anger. "Nothing, Bakugo. Just fucking drive," he sighs aloud.

Bakugo frowns deeply, keeping his eyes on the road. He revs the engine and presses harder on the gas pedal, accelerating the car's speed. Soon, the duo arrives at Kirishima's home. The place exudes a warm and welcoming aura, with signs of life scattered about. Toys dot the lawn, and the sprinkler sprays a fine mist onto the rich green grass. The lawn chairs and picnic table glisten under the sunlight, and the windows emit a cozy glow from the yellow-white lights inside. Bakugo's gaze lands on the mailbox, which bears colorful handprints and the words "Krishma's Rensidance!" etched on the side, written in childlike handwriting.

Kirishima steps out of the car, grabs his belongings, and slams the door. Turning to face Bakugo, he declares, "We're gonna hang out tomorrow! No ifs, ands, or buts!" His toothy smile brightens his face as he waves Bakugo off. As Kirishima makes his way towards his doorstep, Bakugo observes him rummaging for his keys, only to be surprised by the door opening before him.

Bakugo looks closer and sees Kirishima's entire family standing there, welcoming him. His wife holds a baby on her hip, while two toddlers eagerly reach out to embrace the towering hero. Laughter and affectionate words flow from their lips joyfully.

For some reason, Bakugo feels a pang in his chest at the sight. But before he can linger any longer, he looks ahead and accelerates, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Biting his lip, he mutters quietly to himself, "One day."

Maybe one day.

STAGE 1' — money hungry bitch

As Bakugo approaches the voice, he traverses through a gated entrance adorned with lush tropical foliage and tall palm trees, signaling a transition into a serene and exclusive paradise. The path meanders gently downhill, leading him towards the golden sandy shores and crystal-clear turquoise waters.

Upon reaching the beach, he's greeted by a breathtaking panorama. The beach stretches out for a considerable distance, flanked by rugged cliffs on one side and the endless expanse of the azure ocean on the other. The absence of crowds and noise creates a peaceful ambiance, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the natural beauty that surrounds you.

The sand beneath his feet is soft and powdery, inviting you to take a leisurely barefoot stroll along the shoreline. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore provides a soothing soundtrack, accentuating the tranquility of the setting.

A series of strategically placed lounge chairs, sun-beds, and umbrellas offer a place to relax and bask in the warm sunshine. Positioned at a comfortable distance from one another, they provide ample space for privacy, allowing you to unwind and soak up the sun's rays undisturbed.

Towards the edge of the beach, the blonde finds a private cabana or a charming beachfront villa. These secluded retreats offer shade and seclusion, providing a cozy space where you can retreat for a moment of respite or enjoy a refreshing drink while relishing the panoramic coastal views.

The private beach setting in a small coastal area in Osaka, a place where people of high status are allowed to frolic without the eyes of the general public and paparazzi to taunt and disturb them. As he looks over at the cabana he sees a group of men waving near him.

Walking closer, Bakugo turns up a small grin. "Sup, guys," he calls out to his friends Kirishima, Sero, and Denki. The trio greets him with bright smiles and open arms, excited to see each other outside of a rigorous work setting. "Holy shit, we're actually here!" Denki says excitedly. "We've been planning this for months, dude," he beams.

Bakugo sits at the cabana and lays back in the modern white beach chair. Its rich plushness comforts his aching muscles. Laying back with a sigh, he closes his eyes in relaxation. "What've you been up to?" Bakugo grumbles.

"The usual, slaving away for humanity," Sero speaks up, making the three other men laugh. "Nah, but seriously, on the lighter side—me and Mina have been talking, and we're thinking of trying to have a—"

"Don't you fuckin' dare!" The blonde rises up from his seat with a frown, sunglasses tilted from the sudden jolt of energy. "What?" Sero says curiously. "What the hell do you mean by 'what?'" Bakugo mocks Sero's response in a mocking tone.

Kirishima takes a swift sip of his margarita, setting it down, he leans over to pat his friend on the back. "Hey, dude, we're happy for you! I remember when me and Imani started trying for kids. It was kinda hard, but I'm sure you'll succeed quicker than us," he says with a smile.

This makes the blonde groan aloud. "Do you even know how weird it sounds when you say that you're trying to have a kid? You're basically telling the whole world that you're fucking every day!" he protests. This makes Denki frown and shake his head.

"Even though it may seem like that, mature people like us three," Denki points towards Sero, Kirishima, and himself, "know that it's more than just fucking, okay?" he says, extending his tongue out for his straw. He lazily takes a sip of his coconut water.

"Yeah, sure, whatever. Like you and Jiro have ever had it hard, Kaminari," Bakugo says, disrespect falling off his lips with ease. This makes the yellow-haired man tilt his head in interest. A frown is present on his lips as he stands from his chair and walks towards the blonde.

"Say that again?" Denki leans towards Bakugo, electric currents traveling from his fists and up his arm. "You heard me," Bakugo growls. "You know we've had two miscarriages, right? That's not so fucking easy to handle!" Denki raises his voice.

Soon Sero and Kirishima stand to hold back the yellow-haired man and de-escalate the situation. Bakugo scoffs and leans back in his chair, the cabana suddenly grown quiet. The laid-back and relaxed aura soon turns tense and cold.

"Y'know, Bakugo, you seriously need to grow up," Sero cuts through the tension. "You can't live every day like it's high school. We're grown men with our own problems—"

Sero's words make Bakugo sit up once more. Taking off his sunglasses, the trio is met with his angry red eyes. "And I'm supposed to care about your problems?" he says. "Yes! You are because we're friends!" Sero yells. Bakugo rolls his eyes and nods his head lazily. "Yeah, whatever."

"No wonder no one wants to settle with your brute ass," Denki says. "You're stuck in this narc peak-high school era! You're turning 30 in a couple of years, wake up!" Denki yells.

The tension in the cabana thickens as Denki's words hang in the air. Bakugo's jaw clenches tightly, his fists balling up in frustration. He looks at Denki with a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. The words hit a nerve, and it takes a moment for him to gather himself.

"You think I don't know that?" Bakugo's voice is low and laced with bitterness. "You think I don't know I'm stuck in some fucking time loop, reliving the same shit over and over again?" He stands up abruptly, knocking the chair backward. His friends take a step back, startled by his sudden outburst.

"You all act like you've got it figured out," Bakugo continues, his voice shaking with raw emotion. "I can't just fly out to the States and marry some foreign supermodel like Kiri, and sadly, like every single one of us, our youth was taken from us. All the burden was on me to save the country back then!" he yells. "So no, I couldn't shack up with my high school sweetheart like none of you guys either!" He yells.

"But I'm still here, still struggling to move forward, still haunted by the past. And you don't think I want more? You think I don't want to change?"

There's a moment of silence as his words hang heavy in the air. Sero, Kirishima, and Denki exchange glances, the weight of their friend's pain sinking in. Kirishima takes a step forward, his voice filled with genuine concern. "Bakugo, we know you've been through a lot, and we're here for you. But you have to let go of this anger, this bitterness. It's holding you back."

Bakugo's expression softens for a brief moment, but then hardens again. "Easy for you to say," he mutters under his breath. Denki takes a step forward, his tone earnest. "We're your friends, Bakugo. We're not here to judge or belittle you. We just want to see you happy, to see you grow and find peace."

Bakugo's shoulders slump, his anger starting to fade away, replaced by a weariness. He looks at his friends, their expressions a mix of concern and genuine care. "I… I don't know how to change," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kirishima steps forward and places a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "It's okay, Bakugo. Change takes time, and we'll be here with you every step of the way. We'll help you find your path, but you have to be willing to take that first step."

Bakugo's gaze shifts between his friends, a mix of emotions playing across his face. Slowly, he nods. "Alright," he says, his voice filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. "I'll try… for you guys."

His friends offer him warm smiles, their support evident. They gather around him, offering words of encouragement and understanding. In that moment, Bakugo realizes that he doesn't have to face his demons alone, that he has a support system he can rely on.

As the tension eases, the cabana fills with a renewed sense of camaraderie. Bakugo knows that the road ahead won't be easy, but with his friends by his side, he feels a glimmer of hope. And for the first time in a long while, he starts to believe that change is possible.

Sero leans over to take a shot of his drink, slamming the small glass down. He lets out a smile and exclaims, "Change starts right damn now!" Stepping over towels and drinks, Sero places his hand on top of Bakugo's head and ruffles his hair. "Feast your eyes, young fellow, for there is an array of choices to feast on!" Grabbing the blonde by his jaw, he forces him to look out of the cabana.

Bakugo squints as the bright blue sky crowds his vision. Looking around, he sees many people outside enjoying their day, including women of various heights, tans, and complexions. "Dude, are you serious?" Bakugo says flatly. "Fuck yeah! I mean, unless you don't swing that way…there are guys here too, I guess," Sero says. Bakugo shoves the black-haired man off him with a grunt.

"Shut the fuck up!" Bakugo yells. Sitting back down in his seat, he looks up at his three friends, who all look back with shit-eating grins. "I don't swing that way!" he reiterates. The three back off with 'okays,' as Bakugo looks out of the cabana once more and sets his eyes on a particular woman.

"There! She's hot!" Kirishima says, and as Bakugo looks at the woman, he can't help but agree, at least from a distance. "Go up to her, talk to her, and get to know her. Then boom! Get her number, and you're in it for the long haul!" Kirishima says confidently. Bakugo shakes his head and grabs his water to take a sip. But before he can, Kirishima snatches it from his hands.

"No, no, no! Here," Kirishima gestures to the corner of the cabana. Crouching down, he reaches into the mini cooler and pulls out a rather long bottle of clear liquid. Grabbing a shot glass from on top of the cooler, he cracks open the bottle and pours a hefty amount, some spilling over and dampening the warm sand. Standing up, he cautiously walks over and hands Bakugo the shot.

"You'll need it," he chuckles, making the rest of them go into a fit of laughter. "You know I don't drink," Bakugo says before taking the glass to his mouth and drinking the sour liquid with ease. A burning sensation overtakes him. Bowing his head down for a mere moment before clearing his throat, he raises the glass and flips it over, showing that he's done.

The trio screams in triumph, grabbing him by the feet. Bakugo smiles as he's soon pushed out of the cabana. "And don't come back until you get her number!" Kirishima says. Soon, Sero and Denki grab hold of the ropes to the curtain entrance and close it shut. On the other end, Bakugo can hear the trio giggling like little girls.

Bakugo stands outside the closed curtain, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He looks at the woman Kirishima pointed out, her beauty undeniable even from a distance. A mix of nerves and determination fills him as he walks towards her.

As he approaches, he can feel his palms growing sweaty. He clears his throat, trying to find the right words to say. The woman looks up at him with a curious smile. "Hey there," Bakugo says, his voice coming out a bit rougher than he intended. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman's smile widens, and she gestures to the empty seat beside her. "Not at all," she replies, her voice warm and inviting. Bakugo takes a seat, feeling a surge of confidence.

The woman standing before Bakugo appears to be in her mid-20s, radiating a youthful energy and a sense of confidence. Her long sandy blonde hair cascades down her back, styled in a high ponytail that mirrors Bakugo's own hairstyle. The sun's rays catch the golden strands, lending them a natural shimmer.

Dressed in a vibrant purple bikini that accentuates her curves, she exudes a carefree and beach-ready vibe. A matching floral cover-up is tied around her waist, swaying gently in the ocean breeze. Her sun-kissed complexion boasts a healthy glow, complemented by an array of freckles that sprinkle across her cheeks, adding a touch of charm and playfulness to her overall appearance.

As Bakugo's gaze meets hers, he can't help but feel captivated by her dark blue eyes. They hold a glimmer of curiosity and intrigue, as if she is equally interested in getting to know him. Her eyes convey a sense of depth, hinting at a vibrant personality and a story waiting to be shared. In that moment, time seems to slow down as they lock eyes, creating an unspoken connection between them.

"So, what brings you here?" Bakugo asks, his tone awkward yet filled with genuine curiosity. The woman smiles, amused by his slight discomfort. She lifts her glass to her lips, taking a slow sip, her dark blue eyes fixed on Bakugo's intense red gaze.

"Nothing special, really. Just enjoying myself and trying to meet new faces," she replies, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. Her response intrigues Bakugo, and he nods his head, shifting in his seat to face the bar while still stealing glances at her.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Bakugo continues the conversation. "So, what do you do? Not just anyone is allowed to be here," he chuckles, prompting a giggle from the woman. She takes another sip of her drink, her eyes locked onto his.

"Well, I'm actually just a friend of a friend. She's the one who got me in here, so technically, I'm just an ordinary person," she admits, punctuating her statement with a nervous chuckle.

As their conversation progresses, Bakugo starts to notice something. The woman seems to be ordering more and more drinks, far exceeding what she had when he first arrived. As their conversation nears its end, the bartender returns with the bill.

With a frown, the woman raises the bill to her face. "Cash or card, ma'am?" the bartender asks. "Oh, no, he'll pay for it!" she chuckles, casting a small, sly grin in Bakugo's direction. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as her words sink in.

"Uh, no, I'm not—"

"What?" she interrupts, her tone flat and almost offended. "You're a pro hero. I'm sure you can handle paying for this." She slides the bill towards him, expecting him to oblige.

Bakugo slams his hand down on the bill and pushes it back towards her. "So, that's why you talked to me? Because you wanted a couple of free drinks?" he says, his voice tinged with clear frustration. The woman rolls her eyes in response.

"So, are you going to pay for the drinks or not?" she says, her tone demanding and expectant.

"Money-hungry bitch," Bakugo mutters under his breath. With a huff, he stands up from his seat and heads straight back to the cabana, leaving the woman behind.

Bakugo's frustration grows as he realizes the woman's true intentions. He clenches his fists, trying to control his anger. He can't believe he fell for her act and wasted his time on someone who was only after free drinks.

He storms back to the cabana, needing some space to cool down. The sound of the music and chatter around him fades into the background as he seethes with disappointment. He trusted her enough to engage in a conversation, only to be used for her own benefit.

As he sits in the cabana, he reflects on the encounter. He should have been more cautious and not let his guard down so easily. It's a lesson learned, a reminder that not everyone has genuine intentions.

Taking a deep breath, Bakugo decides to put the incident behind him. He won't let this one encounter ruin his evening. He reminds himself that there are plenty of other people at the party, and he can still enjoy himself.

With renewed determination, he stands up and heads back to the lively atmosphere. He joins a group of his friends and engages in conversation, letting go of the negative experience from earlier. Bakugo focuses on enjoying the rest of the night, surrounded by people he trusts and values.

Although disappointed by the woman's behavior, Bakugo doesn't let it define his evening. He learns from the encounter and moves forward, ready to make the most of the remaining time at the party. As he goes over to his friends, one of them pats him on the back, not even asking what happened while he was gone.

"There's always more fish in the sea…"

STAGE 2' — blabbermouth

As Bakugo sits across from the woman in the VIP lounge, he can't help but feel a growing sense of frustration and disappointment. Her monologue continues unabated, and he finds himself struggling to stay engaged in the conversation. Her lack of interest in getting to know him or even asking about his own passions and experiences becomes increasingly apparent.

He tries to interject, hoping to steer the conversation toward something more balanced and engaging, but his attempts are quickly overshadowed by her relentless chatter. It feels as though she is more interested in hearing her own voice than in connecting with him on any meaningful level.

Bakugo's mind begins to wander, his thoughts drifting away from the conversation at hand. He starts to question his own decision to venture into the dating scene, wondering if finding a genuine connection with someone will prove to be an impossible task.

Unable to endure the one-sided conversation any longer, Bakugo gathers his courage and interrupts the woman mid-sentence. "Look, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I was hoping for a more balanced conversation," he says, his voice tinged with a touch of irritation.

The woman's smile falters for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise. She takes a moment to process his words, seemingly caught off guard by his candidness. After a brief pause, she offers a sincere apology, realizing her own self-centeredness in the conversation.

"I'm sorry," she says, her tone softened. "I didn't realize I was dominating the conversation. Let's start over and take the time to learn about each other. I genuinely want to get to know you."

Bakugo's annoyance eases a bit, appreciating her willingness to own up to her mistake. "Look, you're you're a great girl, but I gotta bounce."

"You're a hero, I get it," she responds, and he lets out an awkward chuckle. "Yeah, duty calls," he says flatly. Standing up, he heads for the door, making his way to his car. He speeds off, feeling the need to vent his frustrations to his friends.

In a flurry of angry texts, Bakugo rants about the encounter he just had. He lets out his frustration, seeking support and understanding from his buddies. Their replies offer words of encouragement, reminding him not to let one bad experience bring him down.

With each message, Bakugo's anger subsides, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and reassurance. He knows he can count on his friends to boost his spirits and help him navigate through tough situations.

Driving down the road, Bakugo's focus shifts from the negative encounter to the positive relationships in his life. He looks forward to hanging out with his friends and enjoying their company. Determined to make the most of the evening, he leaves the frustration behind.

As the city lights whiz past, Bakugo's mind clears, and he immerses himself in the present moment. He embraces the excitement and energy that come with being a hero, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.

STAGE 3' — yandere

The next date arrives, and it turns out to be a complete disaster.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you. Trust me, you have no idea," the girl says. They are sitting at a nearby restaurant, and the hero looks at her, sensing her eagerness.

"So… you mentioned that you do hero work. What kind of hero work do you do?" Bakugo asks, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"Oh, well, I happen to know a couple of heroes personally, and I've been following you around for some time now. I've been meaning to finally meet you—" she starts, but Bakugo interrupts, feeling uneasy.

"You've been following me around?" The blonde becomes increasingly uncomfortable in his seat upon hearing her words. She starts to stammer, looking nervously at the floor and then back up at him.

Suddenly, her hands slam loudly on the table, drawing attention from nearby tables. "Dynamight! Katsuki Bakugo! I'm in love with you!" she blurts out, her voice filled with intensity.

Bakugo's eyes widen in disbelief as the girl's confession hangs in the air. He sits frozen in his seat, unsure of how to respond to such a sudden and intense declaration. The atmosphere in the restaurant grows awkward, and he can feel the eyes of other diners on them.

"Uh… what?" Bakugo manages to stammer, his voice laced with a mix of surprise and discomfort. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling a wave of unease wash over him. This is not at all what he expected from this date, and he's unsure of how to handle the situation.

The girl's face turns bright red, and she covers her mouth with her hands, as if regretting her outburst. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to say it like that. It's just… I've admired you for so long, and I thought maybe we could have a connection. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Bakugo takes a moment to collect his thoughts, trying to find the right words to respond. He can sense the sincerity in her words and recognizes that her emotions have gotten the best of her. Despite feeling caught off guard, he doesn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Look, I appreciate your admiration, I'm flattered really," Bakugo says, his voice firm but not unkind. "But it's too soon for me to reciprocate those feelings. Let's take things slow and see where it goes."

The girl's expression shifts from embarrassment to a sight of disappointment. She nods, her eyes downcast. "I understand," she murmurs softly. "But I really do love you."

Bakugo offers a small smile, trying to alleviate the tension. "Um, Yeah…" Looking towards his left he spots a restroom. "Hey, you don't mind if I hit the stalls right quick eh?" he asks. The woman across from him, head hung low.

"But I love you."

Eyes going wide, he soon leaves from his seat and cautiously heads for the door and speeds off.

STAGE 4' — acceptance

So just like you, Dynamight derives from the same misfortune of dating in his 20's being absolutely shitty.

Following the next Monday, Bakugo strides into his office, feeling refreshed and energized. He settles into his chair behind the desk, surrounded by reminders of his heroic achievements. The room is adorned with trophies and mementos, a testament to his unwavering dedication to protecting the city.

As he gazes out of the large windows, Bakugo's red eyes reflect a sense of contemplation. Thoughts drift back to the words spoken in the cabana. They hold a truth he can't ignore—finding love has been a challenging journey for him. While his friends effortlessly find their partners, his life has been consumed by battles and the responsibility of safeguarding countless lives.

Memories of his high school years flood his mind, the weight of the city and country pressing upon him during the war against the League of Villains. It was a time when his determination burned brightest, but it left little room for personal pursuits. The demands of his heroic duties offered no respite, no chance to indulge in leisure or explore romance.

In his youth, he dreamt of finding that special someone, of experiencing a deep connection. Yet, as time passed and his heroism took center stage, those aspirations faded. His ambition burned hotter than the desire for companionship, and the pursuit of love lost its allure in the face of his unwavering dedication.

Now, sometimes he might have a one-night stand here or there. But it's only to subside his manly urges. But besides that, he was completely alone. With the only thing surrounding him were the stole cold trophies and awards.

But his train of thought was cut short.

"Good morning, Dynamight! How was your break?"

The hero watches as you walk in, your attitude more chipper than usual. A warm smile cascades across your face as you set a couple of neatly organized papers on his desk. As he eyes you, he notices a striking difference in your appearance.

Instead of your regular bleak all-black attire, you decided to spice things up. You're wearing a black dress shirt with a matching loose sweater and a pencil skirt. His eyes waver down and, wait, are those heels?

The hero can't help but admit that you look good.

"Fine, you?" he asks, but instead of getting a response, he looks up and sees you in the corner of the room texting with a smile on your face. As you finish texting, you place your phone in your bag and look back at the hero.

"Great," you say with a smile, but suddenly your phone rings and your face is glued back to the screen. With a sigh, the hero tends to his paperwork, but he's puzzled by the sight before him.

"Sauna date??? Movies??? Take him home???" is written on the paper. "Mr. and Mrs. L/n? What the hell?" Dynamight mumbles in confusion, the paper still in his hand. His eyes tear from the paper and back to you.

"L/n." "Yes, Dynamight?" You ask, currently occupied sneaking a good morning text to your date. Dynamight sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand. The blonde began to think to himself:

So everyone is just shacked up but me huh? "Strike two," he says with a cold tone.

Eyes snapping up from your phone your face is puzzled, you find your boss holding a piece of paper. Looking closer you grow warm in embarrassment. It was a random loose leaf paper of writing—words consisting of you having your date last name and next date ideas scattered all over it.

"It's a strict policy we have here…keep your romantic endeavors outside of work, you of all people should know that." He says, voice stern and strong he stands from his chair and walks close to you.

As he looks at you, he eyes you down and starts to look at your features intensely. From your batting eyelashes to the shine in your pupils. Every mark, freckle, or scar adorned on your face was taken into sharp notice.

"I'm sorry, Dynamight… it won't happen again," you say softly, feeling a mixture of guilt and embarrassment. Dynamight looks at how you look like a deer caught in the headlights, snapping from his thoughts he takes the paper, crumpling it up and shoves it into your palm with a dismissive gesture.

For a moment he thought you were cute. "Right," he says coyly, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. Without another word, he turns and walks away, and you instinctively follow suit.

You both make your way down to the basement of the building, where a private parking lot reserved for top employees and heroes awaits. The sound of your heels clicking against the polished gravel reverberates in the air as you quickly catch up to Dynamight's wide strides. As you look ahead, you notice a chauffeur stepping out of the driver's seat of a sleek, black luxury SUV. The chauffeur promptly walks over to open the door, extending a hand to assist you and the pro-hero.

As the hero takes his prideful steps into the car, he was in deep thought. Thinking about a conversation he had in the cabana:

"What about L/n?"

The hero shakes the emerging thought from his head in an instant. Looking over, he notices you looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts. Watching how the Japanese sunrise hits your skin and pours into your eyes. Lips pursed and eyes relaxed as you throw yourself deeper in thought. Biting your lip you look back down at the papers in your hand

But soon, you glance up from your work, meeting Dynamight's gaze in a brief moment of eye contact. The young hero didn't know what to feel when his eyes met yours, but before he get lost in your eyes. You pull your gaze away can return to your work.

For a moment Dynamight thinks to himself that maybe he should try and get to know you, he realizes that from most of his secretaries, you seemed more tolerable than usual.

"So… who's the guy?" Dynamight breaks the thick tension in the air, causing you to pause from your typing and look at him with a rather shocked expression. "I'm not permitted to tell you that information, Dynamight," you say, maintaining a professional tone. The pro hero rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed with your response.

"Fuck the rules, I'm your boss," he retorts, contradicting himself with a hint of frustration. You swallow nervously and shift your gaze to the window, observing the bustling city of Japan at such an early hour.

"I met him during my week off. He's a good guy, and we're attracted to each other–"

"That's it?" Dynamight interjects with a snort, and you blink, trying to restrain yourself from showing your irritated state. "Well… I'm not exactly comfortable discussing my personal life in detail," you respond politely, hoping to defuse the tension. However, as you glance over, you notice Dynamight giving you an unamused look. He soon adjusts in his seat and leans his head back, signaling his disinterest in further conversation.

"Whatever," he says dismissively, the hero soon shuffles in his seat and leans his head back. Closing his eyes he tries to think of anything else but his mind travels back to the conversation he had in the cabana.

"What about L/n?" Kirishima says, his curiosity piqued.

"No fucking way!" the blonde responds, his voice filled with disbelief. "Who is L/n?" Sero and Denki say simultaneously, their interest now fully sparked. Bakugo looks over at his friends, his intense gaze silently pleading for them not to say another word.

"L/n, Y/n L/n. She's the new secretary," Kirishima says with a mischievous grin, unable to contain his excitement any longer. As he speaks, the duo's eyes widen with intrigue. The mention of a new arrival in their midst always manages to stir their interest.

"Dude, another one? They just keep dropping like flies," Sero chuckles, his amusement evident in his voice.

"Nah, man, this one is staying, I swear," Kirishima retorts confidently, pouring himself a drink as he settles into his seat. He takes a moment to savor the anticipation in the air before continuing, "Like hell she is," Bakugo mutters under his breath, his arms crossed and an air of defiance surrounding him.

Denki gazes at his friends, his curiosity piqued. "Well, which one is it? Is she staying or leaving?" he asks, unable to contain his eagerness for more information.

"Bakugo doesn't want to admit it, but she's good at what she does," Kirishima states with a mix of admiration and pride. "She has this attitude that I've never seen before. She reminds me of how we all used to be at UA— young and a ball of determination and confidence waiting to be popped," he boasts, his voice filled with nostalgia and fond memories.

"Plus, she's got a nice swing to her ass… and I'd tap that if I were you—" Kirishima continues, but his words are abruptly cut off by Bakugo's fierce interruption.

"Enough! Please!" the blonde's voice echoes through the cabana, a mix of frustration and embarrassment evident in his tone. He had hoped his friends would steer the conversation away from such personal matters, but it seems they were determined to tease him relentlessly.

"She sounds like a hoot. I'd say go for it," Denki chimes in, raising his glass in a toast to support his friend's potential romantic endeavors. His mischievous grin hints at the mischief he envisions unfolding.

"I mean, I think you should go for it too," Sero adds, his voice laced with playful encouragement. "And what's the worst that can happen? Just fire her," he suggests casually, taking another sip of his drink.

Bakugo leans back in the beach chair, his mind now abuzz with a mixture of thoughts and emotions. The words of his friends swirl in his head, tempting him to consider the possibilities. He contemplates the impact this new secretary might have on his life and the potential adventures that lie ahead.

Soon he feels a jolt pushing his side to side, opening his eyes he sees you. Face content and cold, "We're nearing your destination Dynamight." You say, gathering your things you hand him papers. The hero kept his gaze on you for a moment before looking down and shuffling the papers, mumbling to himself.

I'll think about it…

You thought you were getting closure from the cliffhanger lol, nah...

Pulled this out of my literal ass, so this might be the last chapter you're getting out of me for a while LMAO (not to long tho stay seated).

Finally getting back on my zoom and writing more! I have so many ideas to share with you, I'm so fucking excited to share them with you all!

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↳ ▣ | Happy new year! lets hope this is a strong start! Sorry it took ages, but good news I am going to write another chapter or two depending how the writing pans out. I made some big plans, I hope you all like it so far!

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↳ ▣ | Simm!master x Reader (GN)

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↳ ▣ | Anon asked | retired simm!master x reader (preferably gn)? Has The Master really retired? who knew he liked wine making, is this really as domestic as he is making it seem?

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↳ ▣ | slight blink and you miss it Hypnosis, but other than that none that I can tell.

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Retired? No conquering or pining after the doctor? You hadn’t believed it at first, and you weren't sure you believed it now, but you had been on this planet, in a vineyard, for a few months now. It was a beautiful place, really; the vineyard's berries and grapes spanned acres and acres, and the temperature was perfect. It was actually a paradise. This was not what you expected from the man you had followed through countless and rather destructive adventures. 

You remember when you arrived, he called it his vineyard, something he had started in ‘a previous life.’ The vineyard had fallen into an overgrown mess, and you recalled having to help him get it back into order; you hadn’t expected him to do just as much work as you. However, he did cheat and use a bunch of spare parts to make a robot. The robot was primitive at best, but you didn't expect a full android out of a box of scraps. The robot was brass, copper, and some silver, patchworked together, and vaguely humanoid; they weren’t as tall as you, their head coming to your shoulder, but they were strong and perfect for what The Master wanted them to do. 

You named it ‘Tully’; he ridiculed the name, stating, ‘You humans will bond with anything.’ Tully did a lot of the heavy lifting and moving things. They really did a lot of the cleanup and recultivating the land. You often found yourself watching and talking to Tully, not that they could reply, but occasionally it seemed like they acknowledged you, giving a beep or a virring sound. Another thing The Master teased you about looking for intelligence, where it was only a computer with a set task. You could swear he was wrong, though, even though he had built Tully. Maybe it was just born out of loneliness; not that you minded spending time with The Master, but there was only so much just hanging around him you could take. He had forbidden you from leaving the properties; you weren’t allowed to explore outside the confines of the vineyard. He said it was because it was dangerous, that the inhabitants were unruly, and that the little force field he had set up when they got there was what was keeping them safe. You didn’t quite believe that, but you also knew better than to disobey. You knew he didn’t want you to wander off; he liked you close by. From what you had seen, the land around the villa and vineyard seemed barren; it was like that plot of land was a green oasis. You wondered how long that was going to stay. 

In the first few weeks, it was hard adjusting to a new place; the nights were eerie, everything was quiet, and any little sound roused you, and one time you had gone to the kitchen to get a glass of water when Tully scared you. You had walked into the kitchen; the dull moonlight was peeking in through the window, and you came face to face with a humanoid figure standing in the corner. Naturally, you yelled, and a few seconds later, The Master was rushing to the kitchen, his laser screwdriver in hand, in nothing but his robe. He flipped the light on, and you felt embarrassed when you saw it was Tully.

He blinked at you and muttered something in Gallifreyan before returning to bed. The next few days were filled with him teasing you anytime he could. Asking if you needed an escort to the kitchen or if he should put a bell on the robot. You knew it was teasing, but you couldn’t help but feel almost happy that he had rushed to the kitchen that night; you had never seen him so concerned. How he was ready to annihilate whatever was threatening you, of course, it could be his self-preservation, but at the same time the look he had told you it was deeper, even if he wouldn’t admit it, and he was teasing you about it. 

You found that you liked watching the Master pore over books and finding the right seeds, how he muttered to himself sometimes that this would be the best batch. You had no idea he was into anything but what he had shown you before, the chaos and the plotting. Seeing more to him than the snark, the anger, and the need to control, it was odd; you knew he would hate it if you said anything, so you didn’t; you just kept it to yourself. Of course, he was still snarky; you didn’t think he could say something without attitude if he had a gun to his head. That’s just who he was, and you loved him for it.

Oh... oh no... you loved him? You had to be right, running away with him like this, being domestic like this? Trying to understand his interest, you knew nothing of running a vineyard or planting things, but you actually hoped this worked out for him. Apparently, he had always wanted to run a vineyard; he had started too once before, but now he was at it again because he was ‘retired.’ He still hadn’t given a solid reason; he would brush it off, asking if it mattered, or were you not happy about the break? You wondered if whatever last near-death experience he had perhaps, just maybe, actually scared him. He wouldn't talk about that either, just showed up at your door after vanishing for a few weeks—well, it was weeks for you anyway—bleeding and bad off, cursing a woman, and digging around your stuff for something he had apparently hidden there. You remember him saying, “She can piss off trying to change me to her; she's not going to get a chance if I have my way.” And he was pretty angry about whatever happened for a few days. He moped and brooded, things you hadn’t seen him do before. Then he was whisking you away just like that, and now you were here. 

You had talked him into upgrading Tully; of course, it was under the guise that if they could process better, they could do more for the vineyard. But you wanted to have another person; could you consider Tully a person? Well, sort of, right? They would have more intelligence; you didn’t expect The Master would give them full AI, but it would be nice. He did upgrade them, pseudo-sentience he called it, still programmed to follow orders but intelligent enough to carry on a conversation and do more extreme tasks. He said the machine reminded him of someone called Kamelion, and how he wondered if later on he could find the parts to bulk them up, take plans from the Gelsandorans, whatever that was. Which made you feel something; he was planning a future here, talking about a later on. Perhaps he really did retire, and this wasn’t some big plot, but he seemed so angry at whoever this woman was that stabbed him. You hoped that this was serious; it was nice; you enjoyed this, playing domestic, well, as domestic as this was. You could get used to this, though you were starting to crave that thrill of adventure again, seeing new places; perhaps you could talk The Master into a day outing somewhere fun, a bazaar, or something if you could pull him out of his workshop for a while.  If he wasn’t in the fields, he was in the workshop; you weren’t allowed in there, so you were almost suspicious, but every time you brought it up, he would dismiss it, and you didn’t push it further; you wondered why you didn’t push it further. 

You had spent most of the day wandering; you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. You found a little pond on the property, but you didn’t play in it; you didn’t know if the water was safe, and after the last time you tried to take a dip in a beautiful pond and almost got eaten, you weren’t taking the chance. You did make a little mental note to see if The Master would come down with you, maybe on a break, to have dinner; it was a serene place. As the sun started to set, you made your way back to the house, and the scent of bread and some kind of stew hit your nose. You had found that among viticulture, The Master had a rather impressive catalog of cooking; of course, most nights you would find yourself cooking, but it was always a nice surprise when he did. You walked into the house and put your jacket on the hook; walking into the kitchen, you watched him for a moment, his jacket gone and his sleeves rolled up as he stirred the pot. It was still so odd seeing him, domestic. 

“Smells good,” you offered as you walked over to look over his shoulder to see what it was. He looked at you for a moment, almost calculating what he wanted to say before he nodded. 

“I would hope so: braised beef, red wine, and mushrooms,” he said. He stirred the pot again, silent for a moment before he spoke again. “Where were you all day?” he asked, stepping back. He wiped his hands on the little hand towel and turned to look at you fully. 

“There is a little pond at the edge of the property; I found it on my walk today. There might be fish in it, but I’m not sure; I didn’t get too close.” You offered and moved to go grab some bowls to set them on the counter; you placed the bowls down and went to get some spoons from the drawer. 

“Oh, you think I’ll take up fishing too? How domestic,” he muttered. “Sounds droll.” His lip twitched up into an amused smirk.

“No, I’m just saying,” you shrugged and looked over your shoulder at him. “I am pointing out what I found on my walk today, and what if you did take it up? I dunno what you like to do in your spare time; well, that’s not the full truth, but..." You shrugged. “I didn’t expect winemaking, yet here we are,” you said, grabbing the plate with the freshly made bread on it. “I didn’t expect baking either.”  You grinned before you walked it over to the table and placed it down. “You are a conundrum, you know that, right?” you said, leaning against the counter, watching him. 

“Ah, you know what they say about a man of mystery.” He mused, He held his hand out for the bowls, and you passed them to him, waiting for him to finish the statement, which he didn’t, and you laughed.

“Oh, I thought there was more to that…No, I don’t know what they say; enlighten me,” you said, watching him. He gave you a look and filled the bowls, moving over to the table with them, motioning for you to sit down, so you did. “You aren’t going to finish the sentence then?” You teased.

“And spoil the mystery?” He teased back, sitting down across from you. 

“Dumb.” You snickered and shook your head. You took some bread and ripped it, dipping it into the stew. “Would a vegetable other than mushrooms kill you? We could go to a market or something.” 

“Mushrooms aren’t vegetables.” He corrected. 

“Yeah, okay, well, aren't you just a fun guy?” You smirked at your own joke, and he let out an annoyed huff. 

“you are hardly witty,” he said, shaking his head. “But fine, maybe tomorrow we can go off-world for a bit, go to that one market you love; I need to pick up a few things anyway.” He leaned back for a moment before he also started eating. 

“Can we bring Tully?” You asked; he raised an eyebrow. 

“Why would we bring Tully? He is a working bot.” He said and watched as you frowned. 

“Maybe it would do him some good to see other places.” You nodded, but The Master raised his hand and shook his head to silence you. 

“He is a worker; he has enough sense to work, plus someone needs to stay behind and watch the vineyard,” he said, taking another bite of stew. “You need to stop pushing the idea of sentience on him; he is programmed to only follow orders, and you need to stop distracting him from it.” He continued. 

“Yeah, well, maybe he does have some sentience; sometimes I swear he responds to me.” You nodded. 

“You humans always look for things that aren’t there, see things your little minds want you to see.” He shook his head.

“Well, maybe you time lords don’t look hard enough.” You said, leaning back heavily against your chair, watching him. “and what happened to talking about upgrading Tully to be like... oh, what did you call it, Kamelion?” You said watching him, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“That would be way further down the line; I am busy right now anyway, no room for other distractions.” He shook his head.

“Too busy with your vineyard, it is waiting for plants to grow and then making wine.” You eyed him suspiciously. “That’s not all you are doing here, is it… you are plotting!” You gave the deepest sigh and looked away from him. 

“Now wait, no, I am retired!” He said, shaking his head. “and I am offended you have such little faith in me.” He snapped.

“Then why am I not allowed in the workshop?” You asked quickly. 

“It’s dangerous, and in case you forgot, humans are remarkably squishy.” He waved you off. “Let’s not fight,” he said after a moment. He grabbed your hand and urged you to look at him, which you did. He locked eyes with you; you felt angry, but it slowly subsided. You trusted him; you knew you did, and something told you to calm down, to let it go, not to ask again, and you would obey. “Let’s just focus on going to the market tomorrow,” he said and put his spoon down, flashing you a charming smile, and you nodded, blinking away an odd feeling that he didn’t address. “Maybe if you are good, we can even make a trip to Earth and go to that café you like.” He offered, you nodded again, and he let go of your hand, nodding as well. 

The evening progressed as normal; you cleaned up the dishes after dinner, he retired to his study, and you went to bed. You didn’t get up as early as you normally did, taking the time to actually sleep in; after all, Tully did most of the work. The Master had finally set up a watering system, so now it was just cleaning up and ensuring the vine’s health, which you knew little about, but The Master was out early, checking and ordering Tully around. When you did get up, the sun was already up, so you got dressed and headed out, grabbing your jacket on the way out. You quickly walked the rows and found The Master studying a little green bug, odd, because as far as you had remembered, you hadn’t seen any bugs, which, thinking on it, was odd for a being outside; you figured you would have seen more bugs. 

“Whatcha got there?” You asked stretching, and his eyes narrowed. 

“An unwelcome guest.” He said plucking the bug and dropping it into a glass vial. 

“Gonna torture a bug now?” you asked, watching him. “Find its co-conspirators?” You teased a bit, but your smile faded at the look on his face. “I mean, I am sure we can find a solution…it’s just a bug.” You tried to backtrack your teasing.

“Yes, well, it shouldn’t have been able to get in…There is a breach in the field somewhere… and where there is one, there is bound to be more... and I am not going to risk my vineyard.” He said, pocketing the vial. 

“So I guess today we aren’t going to the market; we are looking for the breach and figuring out a way to protect the plants?” You sighed and looked around. He didn’t exactly respond to you; he shook his head, muttering in more Gallifreyan before he disappeared into his workshop. You were disappointed, but you knew he was going to fixate on the green bug until he eradicated the whole species for threatening his crops. You lounged around the vineyard for a bit before you decided you could be useful; you grabbed your bag and headed out the door. Obviously, these bugs were native to this place, and as The Master said, there were people on this planet, so maybe they already had a solution to the bugs; if they had crops themselves, maybe they had a local remedy, something they could plant or put along the perimeter or something. You didn’t want him to worry so much; he was supposed to be retired, after all; this was supposed to be relaxing and domestic; you wanted to enjoy it with him, and you knew he would be at it for days, weeks, maybe even months, depending on how deep it went. You weren’t sure how you were going to get out of the barrier, but you could figure it out; after all, a bug got in, so it couldn’t be too hard, right? 

You were wrong immediately; you spent ages looking at the faintly shimmering barrier, looking where it connected, until you found what seemed to be one of the meeting points, and pushed on the metal part until the field wavered momentarily. It was extremely dumb luck, but you slipped out and looked around, looking for signs of life. You saw a tall spire of sorts, a roof of a building maybe? So you started in that direction. You had to be quick; he would have your head if you were out past dark, let alone if he knew you left the vineyard. However, you thought your reason was justified; you just wanted to help; you did want him to succeed in his winemaking after all.

You walked at a brisk pace, keeping your eyes on the roof, you couldn’t afford to get lost. You felt odd, your head a bit hazy, and you started to get a headache, but you kept walking. You focused on the crunch of dead leaves and rocks beneath your feet and slowed as you looked around; the plants were sickly looking and withering, a stark contrast to the vineyard. You noticed the same little green bugs squirming around on a tree as you walked past it. This wasn’t good; were they the cause of this plant devastation? If so, you suddenly began to doubt you would find what you needed at any sort of market. Though perhaps you could still pick the chemicals up, or maybe this planet just didn’t have the scientists to figure it out. You couldn’t lose hope now, not when you had already gone so far. You pressed forward, continuing to walk until you made it to more open space. Seeing the little town, you shivered; it looked sad, with no sign of any life. You contemplated turning around and running back to the vineyard, but you steeled yourself and forced your legs to move. You looked around, wrapping your jacket tighter around you as your eyes scanned over the little marketplace; everything seemed abandoned, like they all just left, but that didn’t seem right. You walked more and walked over to what appeared to be a bakery; you opened the door and looked in; it was like it was untouched, frozen in time. You frowned and stepped out; looking around, you saw a place that looked like it had been an apothecary or general store or something. You saw dried herbs in the window and assumed. When you walked in, your eyes scanned over the labels, but you didn’t know what any of these herbs did, and it wasn’t like human Earth Google could help you. You suddenly felt very silly for coming here; this was going to be all for nothing. A sound caught your attention; there were footsteps. They weren’t the same as The Master’s, you crouched down, and inched towards the back, you saw shadows move across the window, two of them. You held your breath and slowly tried to keep attention away from you; you didn’t get a good feeling; your body tensed, and your eyes kept on the shadows in the window. The way they moved, like they were scanning for something, and then how they suddenly looked towards the window as if they had found you. 

As they started to the door, you took off out the back door, your legs carrying you fast and hard. You felt your heart pounding, hoping whoever they were hadn’t seen you. You didn’t even know if they were necessarily bad people, but the abandoned state of the town, and then two shadows creeping around, you didn’t have a good feeling, and your headache was getting worse, but that was the least of your concern. As you ran past an alleyway, two arms reached out; one grabbed you around the waist, and the other clamped over your mouth, pulling you in. You fought hard, elbowing your assailant in the face, and he let you go, his hand going to his nose. “For god's sake.” He muttered, and you turned. The Master was not pleased about your elbow to his face. 

“What are you doing here?” You whispered quickly, looking out of the alleyway. 

“That’s my question. I told you not to leave the vineyard!” he whispered angrily back. “Tully reported your absence, and then I had to come looking for you!” He gave your shoulder a shove. You shoved him back. 

“I went looking for a solution to your little green bug problem! I thought I could help.” You snapped.

“That’s the problem, you thought!” He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I didn’t need your help... and now you have gone and done it.” He sighed. “Back to the Vineyard.” He said, pushing your arm and motioning, you stood still, your expression still hardened. “Oh? What’s this then, making a grandstand? This isn’t the time to be an idiot.” He shook his head and motioned again; you crossed your arms. 

“You don’t get to be mean to me.” You started.

“I am mean to everyone; you aren’t special.” Before he could think of his words, he cleared his throat and tried to backpedal. “I…what I mean is, you have put us—” he decided on. “In a bad predicament.” He said and shook his head. “No, we need to return to the vineyard right now.” He said seriously. 

“What predicament?” You shook your head. “What is so bad? Is it the other people?” You said.

“Other people?” He tensed for a moment, then he shifted and got quiet, listening. 

“Yeah, Two, I think… I saw their shadows and ran, and then you snatched me.” You shook your head. 

He muttered something in Gallifreyan. “Now!” He grabbed your arm and forcefully walked you back towards the path. You tried to yank your arm away, but his grip tightened, and he kept walking. 

“You are hurting me.” You hissed, and that just earned his grip squeezing almost painfully against your arm. “Master! Let go! I can walk on my own!” You tried to yank away again. His hand moved from your arm to the back of your neck to control you better.

“Stop, or I will make you stop.” He warned, there was no hint of teasing, just danger, a real threat. You got quiet as you walked quickly. He would stop to listen every so often, and then when you got back to the shield of the vineyard, he unceremoniously pushed you away from him, stalking towards his workshop.

“What the fuck!” You snapped, rounding at him, but he kept walking. “No! Hey!” You followed after him, “You don’t get to just hide away in your workshop now!” You said and grabbed his arm; he rounded on you. There was a look on his face that you had only seen once, and it chilled you. 

“You had better hope that this shield holds up…that they don’t find us.” He said, shaking his head. 

“Who? The shadows?” You asked; you just wanted to understand what was going on, and he was not making it easy. 

“They aren’t just shadows….I told you to stay in the vineyard! Why couldn’t you just listen!” He shook his head. “We were happy here; I was happy here!” He pushed your hand off of his arm, your eyebrows furrowed, and you shifted a bit. 

“I was just trying to help! I am happy here. Why are you talking like we can’t be happy still? What is going on?” You said, studying him for any sort of answer, but you were only met with anger and something else: fear. Why was he scared? You reached out for him, but he pushed your hand away, shaking his head. “Just talk to me…We are in this together, aren’t we?” You said you didn’t like the way he was watching you; you felt like strangers suddenly. He had never looked at you like that; yes, he had looked at others, but not you. He had told you you were special once, and now he looked almost disgusted with you. “Please... say something, anything... Master?” You said, but he turned away from you and walked towards the workshop, leaving you in silence. You watched his back disappear and the door shut behind him. 

You felt numb, like you had done something bad; maybe you had, but you were just trying to help. You wanted to help, to show him he didn’t always have to do everything alone; isn’t that why he picked a ‘companion,’ as he once called you? But you felt like you were far more than that now. After everything that you two had done together? Not to mention the domestic situation you found yourself in, not quiet roommates, something more you couldn’t name, didn’t want to name in case he didn’t feel the same. You had thrown everything away to come run away with him, to retire with him, to be there for him, and you just couldn’t understand why now he was pulling away, why he was so angry.

You took a few breaths in, trying to calm down, but this felt bad, like worse than any argument you had before. There was a real fear in your gut: Was he going to carelessly leave you here and leave, or worse, was he going to take you home and wipe your memory? You didn’t want to think that way; you didn’t want him to leave you; you didn’t want to go back to not knowing the universe, to not knowing him. You felt the sting of tears; you were angry, and your heart hurt. You moved to go to the villa.

 You paused when you saw Tully; you shook your head. “Why did you tell him? How could you tell him?” You said and walked over to the robot; you grabbed its head and looked at it, moving it around, and Tully let you. “Now he is going to leave me, or return me like I am nothing!” You shook your head. “I was just trying to help, and then you told on me!” You pushed the robot away, and it stepped back to catch itself. “I was just trying to help!” You shook your head and wrapped your arms around yourself. “I can’t believe….” You were angry, so angry. Maybe it wasn’t really Tully’s fault; they were just a machine, like the Master said. You stormed away, back into the empty villa. You took a look around it and sighed, walking towards the bedroom. You looked around the space you had shared with him over the last few months. 

Memories here, the happiness, that he had played domestic with you. You sighed and moved to run your hand over the covers; the tears welled up in your eyes, and you sat down, determined to keep the choked sobs in. Your fingers traced over the soft material, and you sank down onto the side of the bed. You tried to stop the choked sound that escaped your throat. You knew that tears were useless; he had told you such before, the first time he had you watch a burning planet. The tears escaped your eyes, and he wrapped his arm around you, telling you that tears weren’t going to fix anything, that tears wouldn’t stop the flames, that they did nothing for the dead, that they were for you only. You couldn’t help it, though; there was a real fear of him no longer wanting to be whatever he was with you anymore. 

You felt the first sob shake you, and you tried to run your sleeve over your eyes, but it did nothing to slow the now steady hot tears that came from your eyes. You clenched the black comforter below you tightly, so tightly that your knuckles turned white as you choked out more sobs. You didn’t want him to be mad at you; you didn’t like the cold look he gave you, how he made you feel like you ruined everything. You were just trying to help. The phrase was a pathetic mantra in your head as if the words could fix everything. You fell onto your side, curled into yourself, and you tried to breathe, to calm down, but you couldn’t. 

You didn’t know how long you cried last night or when you fell asleep, but you must have because when you woke, you felt the familiar dip of the mattress, the weight of him lying down. There was a relief that washed over you; at least he had come back in from his workshop at one point in the night. You slowly turned a bit, his hand inches away from your back, like he had been reaching out to touch you at some point but decided against it, or maybe he subconsciously reached for you in his sleep. 

You decided to slip out of bed to make coffee and breakfast, a peace offering, maybe one he would take. His coming to bed meant something; it had to. You had known his anger before; while it wasn’t directed at you, if he was dead set on being furious, he would have stayed in the workshop. 

The man himself came into the kitchen as soon as the smell of coffee and bacon filled the air. 

“Breakfast?” he stated more as a statement than a question. You nodded and moved to give him the cup of coffee. He raised an eyebrow and looked over you. “I was thinking,” he started. Your face betrayed you, the odd gut feeling you had; you wondered if this was it. “Oh, fix your face; it’s a good thing, I promise.” He shook his head. “Last night was...tense... but I did promise you a trip to that café you like and that bazaar, and it would be a good…. apology for the argument.” He decided on his words carefully. 

“Yeah, okay, yeah.” You nodded. “Look, I am…I didn’t mean to upset you; I really was trying to help.” You started, but he raised his hand to silence you, taking a sip of the coffee. “It's complicated, and I will explain, but how about you get ready after breakfast, and we will go?” he said, and you nodded again. 

You couldn’t help the unease; what if he was planning on just dropping you off? You didn’t want that at all, but you tried to conceal your anxiety with a smile, sitting down to eat your breakfast. 

“Really, stop being so—” he vaguely motioned. “I am not getting rid of you... and if I did, it would be much more interesting than just dropping you off on a planet.” He shook his head and moved to sit across from you. He watched you for a few moments like he was thinking something, planning, but you had to trust his words for now anyway. 

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded softly; the thought of the cafe and bazaar did make you happy; even if you could tell there were ulterior motives, you would relax and enjoy it. “You sure? You were really mad last night.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“Abandoning people is what the Doctor does….I’ll just throw you in the vortex or something; maybe get creative with it…but no, I…don’t want to ruin a fun time with the worries of the reality of the situation, plus we are going off-world to…lure…things away,” he said, vague enough that his whole plan wasn’t on display but enough to calm your frayed nerves. 

“Things?” You asked. 

“The Kotturuh.” He said and shook his head; it was going to be a long explanation, one that he would have to face eventually; he didn’t like being faced with his own mortality. 

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These two pictures inspired one of the chapters of my Lukola fanfiction called 'Curtain Fall'...

Here's a sneak preview:

17th June 2022 – Brockenhurst (UK)

Everything about The Pig exuded charming British elegance. Nestled in the heart of the historic New Forest National Park, the homely country manor served as a five-star hotel with an acclaimed restaurant. It was a favourite weekend escape for city dwellers who were attracted to it for its natural beauty; from free-roaming local horses to ancient woodlands that were perfect for long walks.

It was a place particularly revered for offering the finest of traditional English dining without excessive pretension. The dining rooms had a rustic, cosy charm, featuring open fires and mismatched antique furniture.

Nicola and Luke sat opposite each other at a farmhouse-style table in a private dining room called the Green Room that was reserved for special guests. A Victorian-style fireplace and floor-to-ceiling conservatory doors opened onto a private garden terrace. Before them lay a half-eaten feast: salads with organic vegetables from the estate's garden, freshly baked bread with warm butter, a plate of oyster mushroom pappardelle for her, and a sourdough pizza for him.

They had been invited to this countryside retreat for the weekend courtesy of the production team. This was their first day and they had been greeted with a prepared lunch. He sat there in a slightly over-sized salmon button-down shirt and jeans. In contrast, she was dressed in a little more sophistication. She wore a dark tapestry mini dress with tie shoulders that cinched in her waist in a way she hoped would be flattering.

"You know, when Jess told me we should get bonding, she mentioned doing it over a coffee. This is a little more than a coffee." Nicola laughed, trying to shake the awkwardness off herself. She was used to spending time with Luke but this setting felt different. It felt intimate.

"It's on brand though." Luke replied, nodding at their surroundings. He was not wrong. This could be a room straight from Bridgerton.

She reached out and touched the green wall panels.

"What do you reckon this is – Farrow and Ball?" She quizzed.

"What's that?"

"You haven't heard of Farrow and Ball?"

He shrugged in an I don't know what to tell you sort of way.

"Well, that surprises me. Maybe you're not as posh as I think you are." She teased. "It's very posh paint, with pretentious names like Elephant's Fanny and Leopard's Arse."

He laughed. "OK, that's quite enough. You need to stop calling me posh. People might start believing you and expecting things from me."

"Anything east of Dublin is posh," she retorted, making him laugh again.

This is what she thrived on: banter. Their friendship was based on her dry wit and sarcasm. Making him or anyone else on set laugh was a small victory for her.  She was trying hard not to think about having to switch gears and drop the humour she wore as armour.

She had not wanted to admit it, but sitting across from him now, it was harder to deny: he was absolutely beautiful. To make matters worse, he was kind too.

Why couldn't the love interest be someone with a hideous personality in real life? She found herself wandering.

She was barely out of her reverie when he reached out and wrapped his hand around hers, guiding it gently away from the wall and in front of his face, inches from his lips. He took a deep breath, and his blue eyes bore into her own.

Oh God, that was his Colin face.

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Chapter 1: New beginnings

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In the quiet suburbs of Musutafu, a young boy named Tamaki Amajiki stood nervously at the gates of his new elementary school. His parents had recently moved to the area, and today was his first day. With his head bowed and his heart racing, Tamaki clutched his backpack straps tightly, feeling like he wanted to disappear into the ground.

Across the playground, you were playing with a group of classmates. Your laughter filled the air, drawing Tamaki's attention. For a moment, his anxiety was overshadowed by curiosity. You noticed him standing alone and broke away from your friends, walking over with a bright smile.

“Hi! I’m Y/N. Are you new here?”

Tamaki looked up, surprised by your friendliness. “Y-yes, I’m Tamaki,” he stammered.

“It’s nice to meet you, Tamaki! Do you want to join us?” you asked, pointing to the group you had just left.

Tamaki hesitated but nodded, feeling a small spark of hope. You took his hand and led him to your friends, introducing him with enthusiasm. From that moment, a bond began to form between you, one that would grow stronger with each passing year.

Elementary school turned into a time of growth and discovery for both of you. Tamaki's shy nature often made it difficult for him to make friends, but you were always there, pulling him into your world of endless curiosity and fun. You encouraged him to try new things, from participating in school plays to joining you in science projects.

One day, during a field trip to the local zoo, you and Tamaki found yourselves separated from the rest of the group. Instead of panicking, you turned the situation into an adventure. "Let's explore! Maybe we'll find a secret animal exhibit!" you said, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

Tamaki, though nervous, couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm. "O-okay," he agreed, following your lead.

You wandered through the zoo, making up stories about the animals and pretending to be heroes on a mission. By the time you found your way back to the group, both of you were laughing and closer than ever.

Middle school brought new challenges. Puberty and the pressures of growing up made life more complicated, but you and Tamaki navigated it together. You were always there to encourage him when his anxiety flared up, and he supported you through your own struggles.

One afternoon, during a particularly tough math class, you noticed Tamaki struggling with a problem. He stared at his notebook, his face a mask of frustration.

"Hey, Tamaki," you whispered, leaning over. "Need some help?"

He looked at you, relief in his eyes. "Yes, please. I just don't get this."

You spent the next few minutes explaining the problem in a way that made sense to him. When he finally understood, his face lit up with a smile. "Thanks, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Anytime, Tamaki. We're a team, remember?" you replied, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

As high school approached, you and Tamaki began to focus on your dreams of becoming heroes. U.A. High School was your goal, and you both knew it wouldn't be easy to get in. The entrance exam was known for being incredibly tough.

"We'll have to train hard," you said one day, after school. "But I know we can do it if we stick together."

Tamaki nodded, determination in his eyes. "You're right. Let's give it our all."

The two of you spent countless hours training, pushing each other to new heights. You worked on your quirks, improving your skills and learning to fight as a team. The bond you shared became your greatest strength, giving you the confidence to face the challenges ahead.

The day of the U.A. entrance exam finally arrived. The atmosphere was tense, with hundreds of students gathered, all hoping to secure a place at the prestigious school. You and Tamaki stood together, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves.

"We've got this," you said, giving Tamaki a reassuring smile. "Just remember everything we've practiced."

Tamaki took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, Y/N. Let's do our best."

The exam was intense, with physical and mental challenges designed to test your abilities. You and Tamaki worked seamlessly as a team, covering each other's weaknesses and playing to your strengths. When the results were announced, both of your names were on the list.

"We did it!" you exclaimed, tears of joy streaming down your face.

Tamaki smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "We did it together, Y/N."

Life at U.A. High School was demanding but rewarding. The training was rigorous, and the competition was fierce. Despite the pressures, you and Tamaki remained each other's rock. You supported him through his moments of self-doubt, and he was always there to encourage you when things got tough.

During a particularly difficult training exercise, you noticed Tamaki struggling. His anxiety was getting the better of him, and he seemed on the verge of giving up. You approached him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll get through this together,” you said softly.

Tamaki looked at you, his eyes filled with uncertainty. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“You are good enough, Tamaki. You’re amazing, and you have so much potential. Don’t let fear hold you back,” you reassured him.

With your words echoing in his mind, Tamaki found the strength to push through his doubts. Together, you faced the challenges of hero training, each day bringing you closer to your goals.

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Cat: Fic 2 for @remadoramicrofics

Thank you so much for the likes and comments on the first fic! This is a short one with a lot of Sirius in.

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Ever since she's learnt about Sirius' bond with Crookshanks in his time after Azkaban, Tonks has been determined to buy him a cat for his birthday. Remus isn't convinced this is a wise idea, but somehow he has allowed himself to be dragged along to a muggle cat shelter just two days before Sirius' 36th. Why he's there, he isn't sure, but he finds himself doing whatever she asks far too easily sometimes and it worries him a bit.

"Oh, look at this one," Tonks coos as she crouches by what must have been the twentieth cat they've looked at. "He's adorable!"

"You've said that about every cat we've seen so far," Remus grumbles in response. He kneels down next to her, trying to ignore the painful cracking in his knees. He has to admit, this one is particularly cute, with black fur and white socks. It wanders up to him and he holds out a hand for it to sniff. Seemingly satisfied, the cat offers him its neck to scratch.

He suddenly becomes aware that Tonks is watching him whilst he is playing with the cat. He looks up and catches the soft smile on her face.

"Looks like you could do with a cat friend too," she says.

He shakes his head, "pets aren't really for me."

"Well maybe when I buy Sirius this one, you can help him with it - if you like?"

"I still think this is a bad idea," he tells her, then dropping to a whisper he adds, "and you do realise Crookshanks was half Kneazle, I'm not sure how a cat from a muggle shelter will cope with Grimmauld."

"I guess we'll find out!" she replies, excitedly jumping to her feet and running off before Remus can stop her.

They end up buying Sirius some cat supplies as well as the actual cat, much to Remus' dismay, and Tonks insists on giving it to him straight away. Sirius is slightly bemused by the gift, but manages to plaster on a smile and thank Tonks genuinely. She seems extremely happy about this - positively beaming - and stays around a while, watching Sirius interact with the cat.

When she's gone, Sirius raises a questioning eyebrow at Remus. Remus merely shrugs back.

"I guess another pet won't hurt," Sirius mumbles, "I can put him upstairs with Buckbeak. Maybe I'll start a menagerie."

He dubs the cat Palepaws and suggests Remus buy him an owl he can name Wonkywings to add to the collection. And though his words are dripping with sarcasm, Remus notices that he doesn't move the cat from his lap, nor does he stop stroking the soft fur on its back. He thinks he even catches the ghost of a smile on Sirius' lips when the cat begins to quietly purr.

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POLL RESULT—! > "Sorry, I'll pass..."

"I'm sorry, but... I'll pass."

YESTERDAY looked hesitant as they said those words, their eye drifting away from his. Clutching onto their belongings, they shifted their feet away from the stranger.

"I plan on heading back to my shop, anyways," they added, chuckling nervously. "Maybe another time?"

...

They couldn't tell if he was happy about being denied or not, but when they looked up to see his reaction, he still kept that smile on his face. If anything, he seems rather... Bemused.

"Hm... I'll hold your word to it, little orchid," he replied, nodding. "I'll head on out, then. I'm sure we can meet again."

[ AFFECTION ↑ 3+ ! ]

Watching him leave, YESTERDAY relaxed and sighed audibly, this time turning around to continue walking. Returning was a lie, of course, but being able to speak to another person that knew their struggles was a nice change of pace.

It ironically made them feel better, too.

[ WILT ↓ 3- ! ]

As they walked down the path, they reached the park and went to the nearest bench, putting down their things before they sat down. There isn't a lot of people around this time, which was a relief, as they knew damn well that they weren't feeling up to anymore additional interactions.

Though, as they watched other people interact, they noticed a familiar individual walking while holding hands with a woman. She was a bit taller than him, her black hair billowing in the wind and the coat she wore hung loosely on her shoulders.

And the one she was with was the owner of the eatery, who seem to be quite exasperated over something, judging by how he was talking and gesturing to her with a sharp look in his eye.

... Huh.

It's a rare sight to actually see him go out. From what people told them, TINUVION only leaves the eatery when he needed to make a couple urgent runs to the department store, in an emergency, or for his spouse. And from the looks of things, the third was the case.

What's cute, though, is even when the two bonded like they were arguing over (quite possibly) the dumbest thing in the world, they were holding hands. And those hands both had rings, too— same design, but the gems were in different colors.

One of teal, and the other of purple.

What an adorable couple.

As the couple left the florist be, YESTERDAY focused their attention on the books and picked it up. They grabbed a few in the hopes they can get to some reading, lest they wind up forgetting and procrastinate on returning it.

Though, as they looked through the books they bought, they had realized too late that they had three new books that wasn't in their possession.

Quite a strange conundrum. When did they get these? Do they even recall getting these books before? And the titles were odd, since they had been faded from the cover... Or, some of it, anyway.

"Alter Ego, Rain Burst, and Velvety Susurration," they muttered, eyeing each of the covers. They looked nice, sure, but they damn well knew something is up.

...

Putting the books away, they grabbed the one they sought out to read first, this time to open it and start focusing on the contents.

It's only for the sake of learning, they thought to themselves. It's only that. Nothing else.

In the midst of it all, their mind wandered back to the three men they had met. Each of them were intriguing, but they didn't exactly knew whether to trust them or not from their behaviors alone.

The first customer they had while they worked, the redhead, was one of the few that was easy to satisfy. They recalled he had a business to open, but something about him made them a bit cautious. Perhaps it was due to his manners, or even his nature, but they felt that they have seen him before.

The blonde stranger was someone they still remember— ALBEDO was his name. Although he was nice, when they spoke to him back then, it felt like they were speaking in a void, with him only listening and not expressing much to respond. It was quite eerie, as they swore that his eyes looked a bit dead when they had a chance to look at him.

And the third... The stranger was charming, that's for sure, but he was definitely shady. YESTERDAY isn't stupid; they were at a vulnerable state, and he had the capabilities of pushing them to do what they don't want. It was a miracle he let them off, because his mere presence was making them panicked.

Though, they couldn't help but frown. Their judgement on these men were harsh— they were only strangers, after all. They are people, and they shouldn't have thought of them like these three were murderers in disguise. But as they red through the books they borrowed, their mind wandered to each of those interactions more and more.

It was almost ironic, with how they swore to the heavens that they would never resort to overthinking to the highest degree. That was in the past, but here they are, doing the same thing again.

Though, if there was one that they would probably have the most faith in without thinking that he'd actually hurt them...

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Bewitched Love : Peter Parker x Reader

Part 20

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Ned wrapped his arm around y/n and nodded at the three Spider-Mans. “Cure that ass,” he agreed. Ned’s wide smile sealed the deal and soon everyone parted for their assigned starting points.

Y/n lowered the volume on the computer speaker that was connected to everyone’s mics. But, she kept it high enough that she and her friends could still hear the conversation of all three Peters in the background. Y/n was glad that the three Peters were able to bond a little bit more before the villains, hopefully that would make a positive difference in their upcoming fight. But, she wanted to give them a bit of privacy while also being able to hear when the fight against the villains from the multiverse truly started again.

Ned, MJ, and Y/n were anxiously awaiting both the start of the battle and their signal from their Peter, Peter 1, to start their part. It was visible from the expressions on each of their faces that they were tense and anticipatorily on edge. However, while Ned and MJ had experienced staying behind this behind-the-scenes role before; y/n hadn’t. Therefore, that combined with it being her boyfriend who was out there preparing to fight a bunch of cursed villains, certainly resulted in y/n being the most anxious of the bunch.

“Hey,” MJ spoke softly. She tapped y/n’s hand that was resting on the countertop. “It’ll be fine,” she said with a tiny smile.

Y/n forced a smile and nodded at her friend. “Ye-yeah, no, for sure,” she replied with faux confidence.

Ned seemed to pick up on the insincerity behind y/n’s agreement. He sighed and set his hand over both MJ’s and Y/n’s. “It will be,” Ned told her. “Besides,” he laughed lightly, “we all know if something bad starts to happen that you’ll leave and use your badass magic to fix it”.

Y/n swallowed thickly. She appreciated her friends’ efforts to calm her worry. But, she also immediately felt the pressure of Ned’s last remark. Y/n nodded and quietly thanked her friends before slightly increasing the volume on the computer’s speaker.

The group tuned back into the conversation between their Peter and the other two Peters. Peter 3 thanked one, or maybe both?, of the other Peters for something, making Ned and MJ relax a bit in their seats. While y/n was still on edge, the other two were pleased nothing had started yet and that everyone was getting along.

However, MJ and Ned both sat up straighter upon hearing Peter 1’s, their Peter’s, alert.

“Alright guys, focus up,” Peter 1 ordered the other two Peters. His senses tingled and he lifted his gaze to the sky. “Can you feel that?” he asked.

Peter 2 vaguely acknowledged he’d seen the same thing Peter 1 had.

Before y/n’s mind could wander too much, she heard Electro’s voice cut through the speaker.

“What's up, Peter?” Electro greeted smugly.

Y/n felt her body tense. She knew there was nothing she could do from here, but that made it worse. Y/n closed her eyes to focus on the auditory aspects of the impending scene. She unconsciously bounced her leg nervously as she waited for something other than the Peters and Electro bickering to happen.

“All right, y/n, heads up!” Peter 1 shouted as he faced the portal Ned had waiting for him. He spared a brief moment of eye contact with y/n as he tossed her the Machina de Kadavus. Peter 1 noticed the longing in him to have her beside him during such an intense fight. But, he had made a decision and he couldn’t be selfish, he needed to keep her safe.

“Got it!” Y/n exclaimed, catching the relic with ease. She gave her Peter an encouraging nod.

MJ ordered Ned to close the portal as Peter 1 rushed off to help the other Peters.

Only, Ned’s first attempt to do so failed. As did his second. Ned heard y/n softly mumble, “uh... Ned, it’s not closing”. He sighed, “yeah, I know”.

MJ moved closer to examine the portal with curiosity. “Why isn't it closing?” she asked.

Ned groaned. “I don’t know…” he confessed, “I…”.

“Did you close it before?” Y/n asked politely. She knew how learning mystical abilities took time so she didn’t want to come off as harsh or judging. But also, now wasn’t the time for this to be failing. When y/n heard Ned offer a weak “no?”, she froze. “What?!”

“No?” Ned repeated, still struggling to close the portal. “No,” he admitted more affirmatively this time. “I mean, I have opened some.”

Y/n shot a look at MJ in disbelief. They’d told Peter (1) and y/n that Ned was able to do this. Yet, he’d never done it before? Y/n had to take a deep breath to keep herself from getting deeply frustrated with her friends. She reminded herself they were still new to all of this.

As y/n tried to encourage Ned, hoping maybe it was just him doubting himself that was causing the problem, she heard Peter 2 call out through the coms system. She had known that while she and her friends were working on the portal that the Peters had started fighting the villains. But, due to their own issues, that’s all she knew.

“Guys, comm check! Hello?” Peter 2 called out.

Y/n wasn’t certain why Peter 2 was questioning if the communications were working properly. But, she momentarily stepped away from Ned and MJ to check. Their half of the team only had one microphone between the three of them, the one on Ned’s laptop. So, once y/n ensured the others should still be working, she pressed the microphone button on the laptop.

“You’re good Peter 2!” Y/n answered. She heard some tiny spark-like sounds coming from where Ned was and turned her head in that direction. Y/n listened as Peter 3 asked her Peter Peter 1 for Max’s cure, but her eyes remained focused on Ned’s latest attempt to close the portal. “Ned, anything?” she asked breathily as the portal remained open.

“Y/n? What’s going on?” Peter 1 asked as he swung through the metal structure to toss Peter 3 the requested cure.

Y/n cursed as she looked down to see that she hadn’t turned the laptop’s microphone back off. Before she could determine a good response, Peter 2 asked her Peter Peter 1 for the lizard’s cure. She sighed lightly, turning off the microphone. Y/n mentally thanked Peter 2 for the distraction.

Except, the added task from Peter 2 wasn’t enough to keep Peter 1 from checking on y/n and his friends. “Y/n!” He called out again as he launched himself to a different metal post. “Are you guys okay?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” y/n said as she hit the microphone button again, wincing at her weak tone. She pleaded with her eyes for Ned to fix the problem. Y/n knew her Peter would see through her tone, but she couldn’t lie to him either. When Ned frowned as another attempt failed, y/n bit her bottom lip. “No ones hurt, or in danger,” yet, she thought to herself.

It seemed to be enough of an assurance for Peter 1. He responded with a breathy, “okay” before starting on another task.

Y/n faintly heard her Peter whisper a “woah” as what sounded like a whoosh of sand started. She huffed to herself after shutting off their microphone. Y/n hated not being able to be there and see what was happening. She constantly wanted to ask what was happening, to at least try and visualize the battle, but she knew that would only be a distraction for the Peters. Besides, y/n agreed to help Ned and MJ, so she needed to focus on that for now.

Y/n bounced lightly with nerves. Her bottom lip was inflamed by now due to all the pressure from biting it. She didn’t know what to do, but the portal needed to close. It wasn’t safe to try and manipulate it with her own abilities/energy given that the portal was mostly generated by Strange’s energy.

MJ and Y/n shared a panicked look when the lizard crashed onto the platform where their open portal was. Both girls silently snapped their heads towards Ned as the lizard noticed them.

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Culture Shock (1/?)

Butch is out of Vault 101 less than twenty-four hours before he finds himself in trouble. A familiar face is there to assist, but it allows Butch to see just how much his old bullying victim has changed since his initial foray into the Capital Wasteland. Characters: Harper Donovan (Lone Wanderer), Butch DeLoria, Megaton residents Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death (Mentioned), Developing Friendships, Grief/Mourning, Raiders, Megaton, Bonding, Survivor Guilt, Closeted Character, Angst, Good Karma Lone Wanderer Author's Note: Harper Donovan, my Lone Wanderer, is transgender. This is before her transition, and since it's from Butch's perspective, he refers to Harper using he/him pronouns. Part 1 // 2 // ?

Butch had shit luck to meet some of the weirdest people in the Capital Wasteland mere hours after leaving Vault 101. He thought he had a pretty good idea of what to expect: a place that was lawless, merciless, every man for himself. But, at the same time, it was supposed to be ripe with opportunity.

Turns out, it was primarily an opportunity to get shot at because the first group of people he ran into wanted to kill him.

Butch had followed signs of life after leaving Vault 101 with ease, coming across an absolutely leveled neighborhood that only really registered as one thanks to the few comics they had in the vault.

He wasn’t the only one who flocked towards the remnants of history. There were weird, roaming groups of people that skulked about, and he could get behind skulking. Creeping up to investigate, taking cover behind bits of wood and drywall, Butch marveled at the ingenuity of their armor–repurposed tires, metal plating–but the bloodthirsty look in their eyes kept him focused. 

Butch knew he wasn’t the stealthiest of people, but he didn’t expect to be caught that fast.

“Hey!” one of them barked–a guy with a mohawk and leather armor that had to be more for show than practicality since it covered very little of him. His buddy, a bald guy with a rifle, took a shot at Butch, narrowly missing his head as he ducked back down behind a wall.

With limited ammo and options, Butch made a break for some of the rocky cliff sides lining part of the beat-up road. He scrambled up one of the outcroppings to be met with one or two more lunatics. 

“Crap,” he hissed between gritted teeth. “Crap, shit, fuck–”

A shot rang out as a bullet grazed his hand. Instinctively, Butch dropped the 10mm, and before he could grab it, another warning shot landed at his feet. He froze, hands awkwardly in the air in a surrendering position–if they would allow that.

“Gotcha!” A scantily clad blonde woman with severed hands on her belt gleefully approached, face pretty but cruel. “Aww, isn’t he cute? Maybe we can keep ‘em.”

“Nah, the boss just wants caps and gear,” replied another, a large man with bulging muscles. He turned a sledgehammer in his hands, dried blood crusted on the edge. Butch couldn’t see the guy’s expression past the welding mask. “Might as well bash his brains in quick. Hold still.”

“Whoa, whoa, I don’t have any caps,” Butch insisted, glancing back the way he came. A handful of other raiders–including the initial two who started the chase–kept close, coming around the sides of the short cliff. Butch backed up, his feet near the edge again, nowhere to run. “I don’t have anything, all right?”

“Got a jacket,” mused the woman with the hands. “And a gun. And such pretty, pretty fingers. Never worked a day in your life, did you?”

Butch recoiled and instinctively brought his hands closer to his chest. His initial pursuers laughed like they were in on an inside joke.

“Maybe we can have some fun with him before we steal his shit,” offered Mohawk. The way he looked Butch up and down gave Butch the creeps more than any radroach. “That school’s not far from here–”

The guy didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. A pop silenced him, words still forming as he slipped forward in a pool of his own blood, the right half of his skull now missing.

Another pop rang out. The bald man in leather shorts lost an eye and crumpled to the ground, firearm clattering uselessly against the dirt and rocks. Butch instinctively crouched, unsure of where the shot came from. He saw a dot of a quick-moving figure charging down the hill from the south, far away. A third shot landed between the remaining raiders, their numbers dwindling in seconds.

“Fuck, scatter!” shouted the woman, only for a chunk to be taken out of her neck by a well-aimed shot at the jugular. 

The man in front of Butch, still heaving the sledgehammer, whirled around. As he roared and reached for something on his belt, he let the sledgehammer carry its momentum, knocking Butch on his ass. He chucked something away from them, at the figure who was definitely advancing and then turned back to Butch.

An explosion went off somewhere in the distance. Butch rolled, narrowly missing the hammer delivering a blow to his face. He grabbed the dropped 10mm pistol and rolled again, unloading the round into the guy. The man crumpled while Butch jumped to his feet. “Hell yeah–”

There was a short burst of fire from one of the raiders, narrowly missing Butch’s feet. He jumped back, the soles of his boots barely getting any good traction on the small cliff face–

–and then Butch fell to the ground, a good ten feet below. Something cracked, knocking the breath from him. He could still hear shouting and gunfire as he tried to get his bearings. He still felt his fingers and toes and could move his limbs, but everything hurt so bad he could barely think. 

Butch tried to get his bearings, to see if he could move. Any time he twisted his right leg, pain shot up his spine. His lungs burned with every breath, short, punctuating things to keep him alive and to keep him from crying out. He didn’t know where his pistol went, but he still felt his switchblade in his pocket. Butch managed to grab the handle and start to try and crawl out of the rocks, knife at the ready for anything.

Then there was a looming shape over him, and Butch screamed at the top of his lungs, swinging at the raider with his switchblade. The raider jumped back, raised up his hands–and stepped away?

“Butch, calm down! You’re all right, you’re all right–fuck’s sake, Butch, just–fucking listen to me!”

Butch went still and quiet, dumbfounded. “Harper?”

“Fucking hell,” Harper continued, crawling over a few fallen rocks to get to Butch. Harper never raised his voice in the vault, but now it came out like a command. “Sit tight. I’m going to get you out of there, okay?”

“What do you–” Butch yelped again, this time in pain, as Harper grabbed him by the ankles and dragged him further into the open air. The slew of profanities he spouted out was only rivaled by Harper’s calming, reassuring statements, just reminding Butch that he was going to be okay.

“Did you fall off the cliff?”

“No,” lied Butch.

“You’ve been out of the Vault less than twenty four hours.” Harper shook his head and rifled through his knapsack. “Fucking Christ, Butch, you could’ve been killed.”

It gave Butch a moment to marvel at him. The vault gear Harper had slipped into during the issue in Vault 101 was gone, and now he wore dedicated, well-maintained combat armor. It was a scruffy green with a four-leaf clover and two swords on the chest over the heart. Other details had been added, including what looked like a carved ‘101’ on the shoulder and a small blue ribbon tied near one of the various pouches around the belt. “Listen, you’re lucky I was passing by.”

“What, you my guardian angel now?” asked Butch, hissing as Harper gently turned his leg. “Fucking fuck that hurts–”

“I don’t have a lot of medical supplies, so you’re just going to have to stick with me for a little, got it?” Harper looked around. “C’mon, give me your arm.” 

Butch, senses dulling due to the pain by the minute, nodded and allowed himself to be manhandled as Harper threw Butch’s arm over his shoulders and slowly started leading him down the road. 

“Where we goin’?”

“Megaton–now shut up, you’re heavy and I can’t walk, talk, and carry you all at the same time…”

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Mature (adults only) for canon-typical violence and eventual suggestive or explicit sexual content

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Chapter 13: Deceitful Dreams

Kyojuro wakes up beside Kanoko in her bedroom, relieved that she appears human again. But is she truly back to her old self? …How did he end up here anyway?

Author Note: I've made some adjustments to my previous chapter, moving Tanjiro's departure to Yoshiwara to this one for timeline's sake. There might still be a slight issue compared to the canon storyline—but well, we have deviated from it already :P

Warning: Slightly NFSW at the beginning.

"Is something wrong?" asked Kanoko's gentle voice.

"Hmm...?"

Kyojuro blinked, looking around with a puzzled expression. He found himself lying on a futon mat in his dear friend's place. Why was he here? Ah, yes, she had invited him to spend the night before they embarked on their separate missions. The young woman leaned over him, her long, untied hair brushing against his face. He loved its natural color, which matched her eyes perfectly. Wait... had her hair been a different color recently?

"Sorry for waking you up, but you seemed to be having a nightmare," she said, interrupting the flow of his thoughts.

A nightmare? Kyojuro tried to remember, but the details were slipping away, as they often do in the haze of waking up. Fragments of the dream flickered in his mind. He recalled something about her... transforming into a demon. It had been a recurring dream for a few days now, which was why he had asked her to promise never to give in to the temptation of becoming a demon. Fortunately, he had woken up, and she was still her human self.

"Yes... it was indeed a nightmare. But everything is fine now!" he reassured her, mustering a cheerful demeanor to push away the lingering unease.

He pulled Kanoko closer to him, finding comfort in her familiar scent, her warmth, and the softness of her feminine curves. It felt far too long since he had a warming contact with her like this. Relief washed over him, feeling that she was human and well, just like him. He could once again let his thoughts wander to a future where he could build a family with her someday, in a world free from the threat of demons, where his little brother could follow his own path without guilt. A future that he fought for tirelessly every single day. Though he was not one to shed tears easily, the Flame Pillar felt a knot forming in his throat.

"Kyojuro... you're squeezing me a bit too tight."

"Oops! Sorry, haha! I guess I wasn't entirely out of the grips of that bad dream yet."

"It's okay. I'm here to protect you," she replied with a playful smile, her fingers tenderly caressing his face.

The words triggered a strange memory in him... He didn't want her to protect him. What he wanted was for her to stay alive and well, to continue being the bright light in his life.

"It should be me saying that! After all, I am the only official Demon Slayer between the two of us. Moreover, I'm a Hashira!" he played along nevertheless.

"Hmm... Maybe I should join the Demon Slayer Corps and become a Pillar too, just to remind you of humility," Kanoko retorted with a mischievous grin.

Their laughter mingled softly in the air, enveloping the room with warmth. As the mirth subsided, a comfortable silence settled between them. They were entangled in the moment, each absentmindedly running their fingers through the other's hair, their eyes locking in a tender gaze.

"Tell me... Kanoko... Can I kiss you?" Kyojuro finally asked, sensing that the moment was ripe for a first kiss.

Instantly, he questioned the appropriateness of his request. They were alone in a bedroom, and he didn't want to rush her or let his desires overpower their current bond. Kanoko's cheeks turned a lovely pink, and for a moment, his doubts faded away.

"... Of course," she replied with a shy and endearing smile.

She slightly lifted her face; the tip of her nose brushed against Kyojuro's, and he felt himself blushing at the contact. His heart was pounding so loudly that it drowned out the other sounds. He gently caressed his lover's cheek, closing his eyes and leaning in, their lips drawing ever closer.

The light and delicate touch triggered a rush of emotions in the young man, awakening bittersweet memories of a farewell kiss under cherry trees, with sakura petals swirling around them. But this was just a fantasy, wasn't it? Because they were sharing their first kiss right now...

Kanoko's lips parted slightly, inviting him to deepen the connection, and Kyojuro lost track of his thoughts as he slid his tongue between them, savoring her taste. She let out a moan that disappeared into the Pillar's mouth, stirring his primal desires. His hand moved from her face down to her thigh, holding her with both ardor and restraint. Trying to gather the self-control he had acquired as a well-trained warrior, he took a deep breath.

But Kanoko seemed determined not to settle for a languid kiss. She wrapped her leg around him, pulling their lower bodies closer. Kyojuro gasped ligthly as he felt his growing arousal pressed against the firmness of the young woman's lower belly. Despite feeling his hardness against her, her soft lips continued to explore his, gently sucking on his tongue, driving him wild with longing. The Pillar's hand tightened around her thigh, pulling her impossibly nearer.

...juro... ...Kyojuro...!

"Did you say something?" he asked worriedly, pulling back slightly.

Kyojuro felt an odd sensation engulfing him. He could swear he was hearing your voice from a distance, despite another Kanoko being right in front of him – her eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, and breath heavy with arousal.

"Mh... no...?" She resumed their passionate kiss, her hands slipping inside his juban, exploring his chest hungrily.

... Kyojuro, you are dreaming...

"What?" Startled, the Hashira broke the contact again, firmly holding Kanoko's hands to cease her caresses. He stared intently at her, his seriousness returning. He sensed no demonic aura, neither on her nor in the room. But something was amiss. Painful flashes of the Mugen Train and the demon called Enmu clouded his mind. But he hadn't been on that train yet... or had he? Was he now ensnared by a Blood Demon Art power, unable to discern reality from illusion? Enmu was dead though... wasn't he?

"Something is wrong!" he exclaimed to himself, his brow furrowed. Observing his 'friend' closely, he continued, "You are not Nagase Kanoko, are you? This place is not real either."

The young woman in front of him seemed surprised at first, but then her smile twisted, revealing her sharp canines. Though her silhouette remained the same, her pupils turned into a cat's, and her expression became cruel.

"What a pity... You could have met your demise in the arms of your beloved one... but you chose otherwise. Too bad for you!"

The demon lunged, attempting to sink its teeth into the Slayer's neck, but Kyojuro summoned all his strength to break free from the iron grip. He managed to execute a swift move that sent the monster hurtling away. The creature landed on all fours, ready to pounce, when the glint of a Nichirin sword flashed through the air.

Time Breathing, Fourth Form: Death Knell Tolls!

The demon's head flew off, spurting a geyser of blood. Through the crimson rain, Kyojuro could make out your face – similar to the one the demon wore, but with hair now shimmering with a metallic hue. The steam of your Breathing technique escaped between your clenched teeth, where two fangs gleamed angrily. The space around you both seemed to warp. A dark chasm opened beneath your feet, swallowing you both into the void.

Kyojuro woke up with a jolt, his body shivering from the cold dampness around him. The faint light of fireflies revealed the underground cave where he found himself. Memories flooded back – you both were investigating the mysterious disappearances of workers and Slayers in the mines. He recalled questioning the miners and exploring the tunnels, and then everything went black.

Beside him, he saw your silhouette, a talisman on your forehead. He touched his own head, realizing he wore one too. It must have been the talismans that allowed you to enter his dream and wake him up.

"Are you alright, Kyojuro?" you asked with concern.

"Yes, I think so... thank you. Where are we?"

"We're at the edge of an underground lake. Do you remember? We stumbled upon an unmarked gallery on the map. We explored it and somehow triggered a trap infused with Blood Demon Art, and we fell into this underground lake. The spell was supposed to put us in a deep sleep, thankfully it didn't work on me since I'm a demon. I managed to pull you to the shore, but I couldn't wake you up. I retrieved these talismans from my belongings, which you were carrying, to communicate with your mind directly. I know I'm not supposed to use them without your permission, however it was an emergency situation."

"You did the right thing... I've fallen for a similar demonic power before... it's embarrassing to be tricked again. However, this one was more potent, and it works differently too. There's no enemy presence nearby. The creator of this trap must be incredibly powerful to leave behind such complex schemes."

"I agree," you nodded darkly. "We must uncover what these mines are concealing."

As you both searched for an exit around the lake, Kyojuro cleared his throat and asked, "Kanoko... Did you see the content of my dream before you intervened?"

You made a supernatural effort not to stumble. "No, I arrived just before beheading the demon..."

That was the truth, although you left out that the sight of his undone juban, slightly disheveled hair, and swollen lips upon your arrival made quite clear what was happening before your intervention.

"I see," he replied a bit hastily, looking somewhat relieved. "That's good, it doesn't matter anyway. It was just an illusion."

You nodded, relieved that he was walking behind you and couldn't see your expression. Of course, it was nothing real... Now that you were a demon, you knew you wouldn't experience the joy of being embraced in his arms like that.

Before you could dwell on your fate further, your exploration led you to a new cave, and a horrifying sight greeted you. Both you and Kyojuro gasped in awe. You had just discovered where the missing workers and Slayers had gone, and what unspeakable horrors these dark tunnels were hiding.

MISSION REPORT Slayers: Rengoku Kyojuro (Hashira), Nagase Kanoko (Mizunoto) Mission Start: July 29, 1915 Mission End: July 31, 1915 Location: New gold mine in Shizuoka Prefecture Victims: Out of the thirty reported missing, 10 employees of the mining company, and 4 unidentified Slayers were found. Material Damages: No significant damages reported Demons slain: Two low-level demons, unrelated to the mission, encountered on the return journey. One killed by Rengoku Kyojuro, the other by Nagase Kanoko. Report details: Upon arrival, we presented ourselves to the mining company as private investigators mandated by the families of the missing individuals, thus gaining quick access to the mining galleries. We discovered that these galleries include hidden passages that appear and disappear with the use of a powerful Blood Demon Art. Without knowledge of the exact pattern of steps to navigate them safely, the lost visitors activate a trap designed to put them to sleep and drown them in underground reservoirs. While exploring these hidden passages, we found that they led to gathering places of the Eternal Paradise Cult. Piles of bones were discovered, victims of the traps having been devoured or sunk to the bottom of the underground basins. As stated by Nagase Kanoko in her report, this organization seems to gather powerful demons, likely on par with the Twelve Kizuki.

Kyojuro set down his brush and handed the letter to his crow once the ink had dried. The bird immediately flew off to Ubuyashiki's Estate. Usually, the Hashira would directly submit their reports to the Master, but he had been greatly weakened recently.

Under the instructions of Ubuyashiki Kagaya and Amane, the Pillars Kyojuro, Tengen, Shinobu, and Giyuu spent part of August investigating the Eternal Paradise Cult, utilizing the notes of your last mission as an independant demon hunter and communicating their findings with you. They sometimes took you with them so you could help them in their pursuit... except for Kyojuro.

On the surface, the Flame Pillar seemed to be getting better and better. He diligently divided his time between patrols, research, and training his tsuguko. His lost eye no longer caused him pain; he had fully recovered from his injuries and returned unharmed from his missions. He spoke energetically again, ate with an appetite, and trained with fervor. He had also regained his smile, and only those who knew him intimately noticed that it was somewhat forced. The eldest son of the Rengokus was a man of action. He despised brooding over his fate and made it a point of honor to move forward in all circumstances.

Yet at night you haunted his dreams. Whether it was a lingering effect of the Blood Demon Art he had fallen victim to in the mines or the constant mention of you by Tanjiro after the visits the boy paid to you, the Flame Pillar couldn't escape your presence in his subconscious. Every night, you appeared before him in your human form, smiling and determined, just as you were in his dearest memories. You were so captivating that it was almost painful. During these illusionary moments shared with you, he always found himself yearning for more intimacy, wanting to slip his hand around your waist, to pull you feverishly against him... But each time, a voice whispered to him that it wasn't real, and he would wake up, confused and bitter. He didn't know what to do to prevent these dreams from haunting him, so he chose to avoid you. By keeping himself busy throughout the day, he hoped to keep thoughts of you at bay.

In early September, Tanjiro and his friends embarked on a dangerous mission with Tengen to Yoshiwara for an infiltration and rescue mission. The quest ended in a deadly confrontation against the Upper Moon 6, leaving them victorious but terribly injured. With dismay, Kyojuro learned that his shinobi friend had decided to retire from the Pillars. He slightly modified his daily routine to make regular visits to his former comrade, who was still convalescing, and to his kouhai, who remained in a deep coma. Together, he and Senjuro visited the nearest temple, praying for their recovery.

One morning, returning earlier than usual from his night patrol, Kyojuro caught sight of Senjuro coming from your house, walking in the dark with a lantern. As he came closer, the boy noticed him too, and his expression turned into a mix of surprise and guilt. He approached his older brother with a contrite step, head bowed.

"I thought I made it clear, Senjuro. I don't want you getting close to Kanoko," Kyojuro reprimanded him, crossing his arms, a stern expression darkening his face—a rare occurrence when addressing his little brother. "She's a demon now, don't forget it."

"But I... I didn't see her, I promise, Aniue. I just left a bottle of blood on her doorstep and spoke to her a little through the door. Tanjiro-san, who's supposed to feed her, is in a coma, and I was worried about her."

Kyojuro noticed the bandage covering his brother's wrist protruding from his sleeve. His gaze darkened, and he sighed.

"I am responsible for her; I will take care of her if she needs anything. She could have opened the door and attacked you because of the smell of your blood. Don't do that again."

"Aneue wouldn't do that..." the boy weakly defended you, eyes downcast and teary.

Kyojuro felt his chest tighten. He hated that you had become a new source of sadness for Senjuro, who already suffered from his regular absences and the neglect of their father. He found it revolting that you drank the blood of his baby brother and his tsuguko, even if it was a necessity. He wished Senjuro could forget about you, but he knew all too well that it was impossible. He knelt before him and gently took his hands.

"She's not your big sister anymore, Senjuro... She's not the woman we knew. We have to accept that."

Tears were now silently streaming down the little boy's cheeks as he choked out, "But... you're trying to cure her, right? Maybe everything will be back to normal after that..."

"Perhaps..." Kyojuro wiped the tears from his little brother's cheeks with his calloused fingers, a sad smile on his lips. In truth, he was haunted by the thought of not succeeding in time. "I will certainly try my best, but in the meantime, you have to listen to my instructions. I can't protect you when I am not around, and I'd prefer not to worry about you."

"Okay... I won't disobey you again, Aniue..." promised the kid, sniffing.

Straightening up, Kyojuro affectionately patted his head. "Thank you, Senjuro."

The rest of the day passed more peacefully for the two brothers. Kyojuro didn't train, spending more time with his sibling for once. In the early evening, he was surprised to see Giyuu waiting at the doorstep of the Rengoku domain. His impassive gaze rested cooly on the Flame Pillar, who greeted him with a polite smile.

"Tomioka! It's rare to see you here. What brings you to our house?"

"Oyakata-sama sends me. We are going on an infiltration mission into the Eternal Paradise Cult with a team of Demon Slayers, including Kocho and Kanoko."

Kyojuro's smile faltered a bit. When had the Water Pillar started to call you by your given name? He forced himself to focus on the mission. As a former shinobi, Tengen was usually set for this kind of job, but since he had retired, you became the most logical second choice; you were very skilled too for infiltration and surveillance missions. The fact that the Master requested you to be accompanied not by one, but three Pillars, with more Slayers as support, seemed to predict a particularly difficult mission.

Even though he was currently avoiding you, the Flame Hashira was reassured to be part of such a long and dangerous duty with you. He was not at ease with the idea of letting you face threatening situations without him anymore. Moreover, leaving you alone with Giyuu for such an extended period would not have pleased him.

"I'll inform Kanoko," said the Water Hashira, turning away. "Let's meet south of the village."

"Hmm... Sure! I'll be there right away."

Kyojuro went back inside his home to gather his belongings and bid farewell to his father and little brother. As he was about to leave, Senjuro held his hand, stopping him.

"Aniue! Do you know what were your last words to me in Kanoko's original timeline?"

Like most Demon Slayers, Kyojuro had prepared a letter in advance for his loved ones and comrades. But it was a relatively standard farewell letter. He had never thought about his very last words, believing they would depend on the situation when he would pass away. Reading his intrigued expression, his little brother continued:

"You told me... to proceed down the path that I think is right, as my heart tells me to. Before you leave, I wanted to tell you that... maybe... you should listen to your own advice this time."

Kyojuro seemed slightly surprised. As the eldest, he had always shouldered a lot of responsibilities and had a strong sense of duty. Until recently, he had never felt any hesitation or regret about it. His gaze softened, and he placed a hand on his little brother's shoulder, a vague smile on his lips.

"I don't know if I'm allowed to do that in the current situation, Senjuro. But I promise to do my best, as always."

They hugged tightly before he left. As he walked away from the village, Kyojuro absentmindedly wondered what were his dying words to you...

Dreams. Sources of hope and despair. Reflections of the unconscious, mirrors of our unspoken desires, a refuge for our shames and fears. Dreams distinguish the chosen from the sinners. They reveal the purity of the sleepers' faith.

Come to us, poor little Slayers. Come dream in our temple, nourish our cult, and die on the altar of a new world.

Readers scratching their heads in confusion: "But Douma doesn't manipulate dreams, does he?" Hmm... Does that mean there is a new challenger on the horizon? You'll find out soon!

Taisho Secret: Here is the synthesis of Shinobu's research about Kanoko's Blood Demon Art, now named "Time Backlash."

Kanoko's demonic power grants her the ability to travel only back in time, not into the future. She can trigger it in dire situations when she feels deeply threatened or near death, and its activation demands that she bleeds or draw out her own blood (like by stabbing her palms with her nails). She appears to replace her past self upon time travel, resulting in a single Kanoko in any given timeline. Though powerful, there is a significant limitation to her ability—she cannot travel back further than her most recent attempt. For instance, if Kanoko traveled back to the 29th of July 1915 once, she would be unable to revisit any date earlier than that. Additionally, she lacks precise control over when she will wake up in the past, further restricting her power. For some reasons, she always wakes up in a place familiar to her, and not necessary at the exact place where she should have been at the time she returns to. Because of that, it is actually uncertain if Kanoko really does time travel in her own timeline, or if she actually time travels to a very close, parallel timeline (if you don't know what I mean, I suggest you have a look at time travel theories :D).

Shinobu suspects there might be a limited number of times Kanoko can utilize this power, as a failed time rewind could potentially teleport her too close to the present / the moment threatening her life, and maybe lead to her death. The exact extent of her power's usage remains uncertain, urging caution in its application.

As for the experiments and tests conducted by Shinobu to reach these conclusions—well, I'll let you guess lol.

Next chapter: "The Bloody Altar."

[schrijverr]

I Dig You 6

Chapter 6 out of 8

Robin is tentatively excited for her first internship: an archaeological dig in the Netherlands, where she has been studying. However, when she gets there, Steve is there too. The dick of their uni that she now has to work with. Great. But being stuck digging for six weeks makes people bond and maybe he isn’t too bad. Maybe he can be her friend.

AKA an archaeology interns, modern, enemies-to-friends stobin au

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none

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Chapter 6: Town

Steve vetoes the bikes, claiming that if they want the true wandering experience, they’ll have to use their legs. It’s a jock statement, but Robin goes along with it for the vibes, grouching that the next time they have an adventure, they’re using bikes.

It’s not until Steve laughs: “Okay, Robs, next time we’ll bike,” that she realizes how presumptuous that was, though Steve doesn’t seem to mind, which relaxes her a little.

The camping is not too far, but also not too close to town, so they have to walk over a country road there. A country road here basically means no sidewalk, bike lanes on both sides and cars that drive a little too fast than is legally allowed. So, they’re walking in the ditch.

Robin keeps her head to the ground, a habit she has developed as an archaeologist, unable to stop herself from looking for finds. Steve seems to suffer from a similar predicament, since they nearly get hit by an angry biker when he spots a cool rock and goes to grab it.

Neither of them know what the man yells at them as he swerves, but they giggle about it when the shock wears off. Then Robin agrees with Steve that the rock is very cool and totally worth becoming roadkill over.

There are a lot of corn fields around, however, there are also cows, which Robin forces them to stop at, because she fucking loves cows. In her humble opinion, they are the coolest.

Steve sighs as they look over the grazing cows and says: “I miss home sometimes, even though it kinda sucked.”

“Yeah?” Robin asks, unsure if she is capable of having this conversation. “Had a lot of cows?”

“God yeah, cows and God that’s all we have there,” Steve laughs. “Truly fucking Bumfuck, America, you know?”

“Not really, didn’t grow up religious. We had a petting zoo we went to each year in primary school,” Robin says. “The pigs were huge, one girl nearly got crushed once. It was brutal.”

Steve snorts loudly at that and shakes his head fondly. “Pigs are mean bastards. They know malice. Cows don’t.”

“I know right!” Robin agrees excitedly. “Cows are unable to form thoughts and that makes them the best.”

“I like chickens more,” Steve says.

“Blasphemy,” Robin exclaims, clutching non-existent pearls, which makes Steve laugh again.

“Chickens are evil and stupid, which is the best combination for any animal, who can’t easily do a lot of damage. Like a cat. Forcefully contained rage.”

“That only makes them more scary,” Robin argues.

“No, that makes them perfect,” Steve rebuts.

“You’re a weirdo, Harrington,” Robin informs him. “I’ll keep an eye out for chickens on this road to hell you have us on.”

“It’s like a half an hour walk to town, you drama queen,” Steve says.

“That’s twenty-five minutes too long,” Robin replies, deliberately dramatic as they continue on, leaving the cows behind.

They don’t see any chickens, but they do see more corn and a lot more horses than should be reasonable for the town size. The two of them can agree that horses are just evil and cannot be trusted.

The town itself exists of a likely population of about 4.000 people and has two churches, one protestant and one catholic. There is one big road with local stores that is connected to the one square in town.

The square is also the place that holds the Albert Heijn, which they are more familiar with. Robin has noticed that there were a few places to eat there, but Steve insists they eat somewhere else than the one place they already know.

However, one look at Google Maps informs them that unless they plan to walk far out of town on the opposite side to the camping they’re staying on, there isn’t another place they can eat.

“We can go to the fries place and get to go,” Robin offers as a compromise when Steve starts to frown, obviously having his mind set on it.

“Yeah, that can work,” Steve says, brightening at her solution. “We should first pick where to eat it, so our food won’t get cold.”

“What happened to wandering?” Robin asks. “Isn’t a lack of planning part of wandering?”

“I didn’t say wandering, I said adventure. You can plan in an adventure. Plus, cold fries are disgusting,” Steve retorts, wrinkling his nose.

Robin is pretty sure the word ‘wander’ was used in Steve’s pitch, but she also doesn’t like cold fries and it was more to tease anyway, so she gives in pretty easily and zooms in on a random green spot on the map, declaring: “That place looks pretty good.”

“Then that place it is,” Steve declares.

Together they go over to the fries place where it becomes clear that the owner has never needed to speak a word of English in his life. He’s old with a red nose and a smoker’s voice, loudly talking with customers, who are likely regulars, since tourism doesn’t exist this far out.

He greets the two jovially when they enter and Robin knows a bit of Dutch, but this guy has the heaviest accent she has ever heard, though while she can guess that he likely asked what they wanted to order and some comment about the day, the weather or them, she has no clue what he actually said.

Steve gives him an apologetic smile, thankfully speaking for both of them as he says in a broken accent: “Ik spreek slecht Nederlands.”

The guy frowns and replies: “Wa’ zedde nou? Waar komme ge dan vandaan?”

“What?” Steve asks.

“Wat. Jij. Hier. Doen?” the guy asks.

“Oh, internships. Uhm, stage?” Steve answers.

One of the other guy yells something and the man behind the counter laughs as he replies. Robin is feeling a lot like a two headed sheep in a cabinet of curiosity, so she anxiously hovers behind Steve like some sort of shadow monster, content to not be a part of the interaction.

Steve gets the man’s attention again, before the whole local population can become a part of the conversation and add their two cents while they stand there awkwardly. “Kannen wij eten krijgen- kopen?”

“Ja, zegge maar wa’ ge wilt,” the guys says, before realizing he’s being incomprehensible for them again. He corrects himself with: “Oh, ik bedoel. Wat wil jij eten?” talking slowly, loudly and

“Twee keer friet,” Steve says then turns to Robin asking: “What snack do you want and do you want a sauce?”

“No sauce,” Robin says, they primarily offer mayo with fries here and she doesn’t like it. “And chicken nuggets if they have them.”

“Alrighty,” Steve says, then turns back to the guy adding: “One- een met mayo, een met niks. Een keer bitterballen and een keer kipnuggets?”

“Ik heb ‘t, ‘n keer friet, ‘n keer frietje met, bitterballen en kipnuggets,” the guy repeats. “Kom eraan. Hebbie contant of pinnen?”

Robin has no clue what the guy is saying and she can see that Steve doesn’t either. However, the last part they understand; money. Steve holds up his card and repeats: “Pinnen.”

“Ga je gang,” the man says, gesturing to the little machine on the counter.

Steve holds his card up to it and it beeps, Robin doesn’t think that either of them knows how much he has paid until the man hands him the receipt and tells them something that likely means wait, since he naturally can’t magically have their food already.

What follows next are a few of the most awkward minutes of Robin’s life as the local population tries to talk to these new curiosities (namely them), while neither of them really speak each other’s language.

Robin has never been good at this and all of her language knowledge is from books and Duolingo, who didn’t have accents. She can make out one word out of every ten.

Steve, however, seems more at ease under the scrutiny, trying to talk with his hands and feet as much as he can to have some semblance of communication while they wait. He also seems to have a good enough grasp on the language to catch more than Robin does, something that surprises her, despite having noted it before. She wonders what that is about.

Then the guy calls out to them, yelling: “Oi, toeristen, eten!” two words Robin does understand, because they’re pretty simple, tourists and food, pretty good description, if she’s honest.

They go to get their food and the guy waves at them as they leave. They say goodbye and get a: “Houdoe!” back, a locality Robin guesses, since it’s completely unfamiliar.

The town isn’t big, so the park isn’t far despite not being near the square, relatively speaking. So, they make their way down the back street, looking at the shops there. There is naturally a hairdresser, a few bigger brand stores as well as some local ones. There is a fancier looking restaurant with a coffeeshop next to it and a doctor’s office next to that.

Robin can’t help but point it out to Steve, saying: “Look, you can eat, get high, make a dumb decision and then go to the doctor for it.”

Steve follows her finger and snorts: “Don’t remind me. Do you know how long it took me before I realized coffeeshops don’t sell coffee?”

That makes Robin laugh, she herself never went out looking for weed – it isn’t her thing and she doesn’t want to do it alone, so she never did. She learned what coffeeshops here meant, because a fellow student shared an awkward experience of trying to order coffee at one of them.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Steve squawks, though he’s laughing too. “I asked a very nice looking old lady about where to find a coffeeshop and she looked scandalized. I got a whole lecture and a bible from her. I don’t even know why she carried a bible with her.”

His explanation only makes Robin laugh more and she calls him a dingus. It’s nice to joke around with someone and she suddenly remembers the sad thoughts she had actually managed to forget for a second.

In an attempt to banish them as quickly as they came, she asks: “Did you ever smoke weed?”

“A few times with Tommy, but the charm wore off after a while. He gets familiar when high and it’s uncomfortable,” Steve says, wrinkling his nose.

Robin has the distinct displeasure of meeting Tommy a few times – though mostly seeing him from a distance – so she can imagine. “That sucks,” she sympathizes, because getting unwanted attention sucks. As a lesbian she kinda knows about that.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, though with a shrug, like it wasn’t that big a deal. Robin doesn’t want to pry and isn’t sure how to ask about it, so she stays quiet. Steve breaks the quiet by asking: “And what about you? Ever smoked?”

“Nah, that’s bad for you, like with your lungs. If you develop a more permanent cough, you can see that on your ribs and that’s for forever,” Robin says, sounding anxious about it. She has always been someone who thinks of the worst case scenarios.

“Valid. Pot brownies are way nicer anyways. And pot cookies. Julia makes great ones, she got the recipe from her grandma apparently,” Steve says.

“Her grandma?” Robin repeats incredulously.

“Yeah, she says that her grandma was a hippie, used weed before it was even legal here,” Steve tells her.

“That is wild.”

“I know right,” Steve agrees. “But that is a no to buying weed?”

“No, unless they sell cookies. They don’t sell those, do they?” Robin asks, sounding horribly naive to her own ears, though Steve isn’t a judgmental person. If it hadn’t been him, she’d have faked her way through this whole conversation.

“Nah, though there is a bakery thingy that does, I think. I haven’t really looked into it,” Steve shrugs. “I think we have to go left up there.”

“Alright,” Robin says, trusting him blindly. He hasn’t gotten them lost so far. “So, what are bitterballen anyway?” she asks.

“You haven’t had one? How long have you been here? They’re on every terrace!” Steve exclaims, practically scandalized.

“Do I look like I go to terraces?” Robin shoots back, not even ashamed about it to get her dunk in.

“Fair enough,” Steve says, though it’s not mean. “I just can’t believe it. They’re so good. Want to try one?”

“First tell me what the fuck they are, dingus,” Robin says, it’s easier to ask that knowing that Steve is a picky eater too.

“It’s basically a croquette, but then a little ball. So a ball of shredded meat in bread crumbs that’s fried,” Steve explains. “I was skeptical about them, but they’re very nice.”

“I might try one,” Robin says tentatively.

“Yay,” Steve cheers as they round yet another corner, finally arriving to their destination.

The green spot on the map turns out to be a playground. It has two soccer goals, a seesaw, slide merry-go-round and a couple of swings as well as picnic table and a zip line.

Spotting the goals, Robin says: “I played soccer as a kid. We had this goalie on the team, Beth Wildfire, this other girl slid into her leg and the bone came out of her knee. Six inches or something. It was insane.”

“Jikes,” Steve winces. “No soccer for you.”

“It wasn’t me!” Robin protests, following Steve to the picnic tables and taking a seat across from him. “I was totally fine. I never played much anyway, I was always too busy with the flowers that bloomed on the field. My mom hoped I’d be a star player, but my dad loved that I was a free spirit in tune with nature, but I stopped soccer anyway. Wasn’t for me. Especially when we got older, at some point the changing room becomes more uncomfortable.”

“That sucks,” Steve sympathizes and this time it is her turn to shrug. It did kind of suck, but she got used to being hyper-aware when changing with other girls around. Life of a lesbian, you know?

They pull out their fries and attack, both of them hungry after the day of manual labor. Robin wrinkles her nose at the mayo on Steve’s fries, they’re absolutely lathered in it and she doesn’t know how he’s not gagging.

It’s the fact that he’s willingly eating that, that makes her cautious about the bitterbal he offers for her to try.

However, in the end she is curious and they look harmless. She doesn’t mind fried stuff, nor bread crumbs and the inside doesn’t look slimy, which are all wins. So, she trades a chicken nugget for a bitterbal and is pleasantly surprised that it is good, like Steve had claimed.

“I don’t lie,” he says smugly when she informs him of that.

“Don’t get a big head, Harrington. Your hair is too big already, if it gets any bigger to match your new big head, you’d be ridiculous,” Robin snarks.

“My hair is perfect,” Steve pouts, running his hand through it.

“Yeah, unnecessarily perfect. We’re digging all day, I don’t know how it’s not a sweaty mess at the end of every day,” Robin complains.

“It’s because it’s full of secrets,” Steve tells her with a smirk.

“Was that Mean Girls? Did you just quote Mean Girls at me?” Robin asks, disbelieving.

“What? Like it’s hard,” Steve smirks back.

“And that’s Legally Blonde!” Robin exclaims.

“Robin, I fucking love teen girl movies, how have you not realized this?” Steve asks.

“Because you’re continuously surrounded by assholes like Tommy, who wears toxic masculinity like it’s some sort of battle armor a girls like Carol, who would unironically say that a man telling her ‘I love you’ is gay, or a priss like Nancy,” Robin explodes, because she doesn’t know how else to express feeling guilty for all the assumptions she made.

“I’ve kind of stopped hanging around most of them,” Steve shrugs. “But that is a recent development. Those movies were kinda guilty pleasures, but I’m starting to embrace them.”

“As you should, they’re masterpieces,” Robin says. “And it’s kinda not my place and I didn’t know them, but good for you for stopping hanging out with them. They always looked mean and not very good friends.”

“They weren’t, just all I had, until I got here,” Steve shrugs, popping a fry into his mouth. Then he randomly asks: “Wanna go of the zip line with me when you’re done?”

“Of course I wanna go of the zip line, who do you take me for? Someone who doesn’t know how to have fun?” Robin replies immediately.

Steve lights up and he looks a little surprised, like he’d expected her to shut him down. Robin doesn’t get what about her made him think she wouldn’t want to, but then again, a lot of people shoot down her ideas, even when they’re good and not weird, so she gets it too.

“Hell yeah,” he cheers and starts eating quicker, something Robin mirrors immediately, now also excited for the zip line. Maybe they can see how high they go. She hasn’t been on a swing in forever.

~~

A/N:

Cows and chickens are my two favorite animals. I fucking love farm animals (but that may be due to the fact that I love farming, lmao (no im not really a farmer I just study it and grew up around it))

I put a lot of work into writing the fries guy’s accent, even though a lot of people reading this don’t even speak Dutch, so wouldn’t even notice if it was normal Dutch, but I am a perfectionist weirdo like that xp

Personally, I don’t fuck with drugs (which is also why I won’t be embarrassing myself in an attempt to write them being high lmao), but my sister does and she indeed has the recipe for weed cookies from my grandma, shout out <3