#the first time he escaped was with the 7 men he never escaped alone unless im misremembering. the second time was with thomas cox.

[alexanderpearce]

HUGE news for misinformation fans this booklet from 1976 just straight up calls alexander pearce the pieman HIS ASS WAS NOT THE PIEMAN!!!

[singukieee]

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—or recs of fics I've read and been reading.

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♡ : works im following closely

☆ : my ultimate favorites (mostly finished)

① : oneshots

[OT7]

Choco Bun ☆

dragon!bts ot7 x bunny hybrid!reader

When you moved to Korea after finishing college to continue pursuing latte art and baking, the last thing you were expecting was to open up your very own coffee shop under BTS Corp, Korea’s biggest entertainment service company for idols, models, singers, and more. Thanks to your hard work, creativity, and approachable personality you managed to become friendly with some pretty big named individuals as well as up and coming talent. As exciting and fun as it was for you, you slowly began to realize how much your 7 bosses weren’t particularly fond of this, acts of jealousy, pettiness, and aggression poking through in the most unsuspecting of ways. But what could 7 big named dragons want with a little foreign bunny?

Rose & Thorns ♡

dragon!bts x reader

a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other, and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

Quarantine

bts x reader | friends to lover

Something to make your quarantine alone time a little less lonely. Immerse yourself into Quarantine with the Bangtan Boys.

Playlist ♡

idol!bts x idol!reader | soulmate au

You always had this weird obsession with becoming an Idol. After attending your first award show since your debut, the reason why gets clear. Because now, you have seven of the most desired men on the planet as your soulmates. And troubles never looked so goddamn fine.

The Little Fox ☆

bts ot7 x hybrid!reader

Just as you escaped the Little Fox, a bidding house, you find yourself at war with your thoughts, not wanting to go to another shelter. You didn’t expect yourself to find a home anywhere, especially not with the men who found you, and their pack.

Black Mamba

bts ot7 x hybrid!reader

"When a snake stops hissing, they had found its prey."

Forced to adapt a lifestyle she doesn't want and learn abilities she never had, (Y/N) (L/N), an intelligent woman who attained her associate, bachelors, and masters degree at age 24, had found herself stuck in an alternate universe far different from her own. Now, (Y/N) needs to understand the life her other self had in this universe as she tries to find her way back home while avoiding her dangerous, 7 powerful mafia soulmates.

Peculiar Pack ♡

hybrid!bts x writer!psychologist!reader

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist, who takes in seven hybrids one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

No Doubt About It

bts ot7 x reader

Moonchild

soulmates au

Soulmates are a common thing. Everyone has one. Some people think soulmates are the greatest gift fate could give, others are envious about happy couples that were lucky enough to receive a wonderful partner. One of them was Min Yoongi.

Your time to meet your significant other hasn’t come yet, stumbling into the tattoo parlor with a simple idea in mind, not knowing that you will be bound to step by more often.

Until I Bleed Out

poly!bts x hybrid!reader

Hybrids always were discriminated against, the laws passing over years changed nothing, collars still needed to be seen on those innocent necks like some kind of label. Cruelty was something the hybrids faced on daily basis, sex trafficing or illegal fighting it still felt as if those humans treated everything like pets. Situation you however found yourself in, was kind of different - not worse not better but still so bad you did not know if the next day would be yours, and when the winter started coming with big steps it was only a matter of time when the freezing cold would eat you alive. Unless one silent night a little too loud striped tiger decides to break your calm nap with a clumsy package of long limbs after him who just could not leave your tired and scared self alone…

The Edge of Tonight ♡

mafia!bts x reader

A part of him died that night. A larger part died when they couldn’t find you, and over the years whatever was left of him grew cold and hard. It was that ice inside him that got their gang to the top, that gave them power, and money, and all the things a normal mafioso would be more than satisfied with. But none of it meant anything to Namjoon. All Namjoon wanted was you back in his arms. That was the underlying motive in everything he did. For the past ten years, Namjoon built himself an empire, just so he could find the reason his heart beat.

I'll Still Stay

hybrid!bts x human!reader

Ethereal ☆

bts x reader | mafia & dragon au

After leaving your home in need of a fresh start, you open a bookstore with the hopes that the words you read could bring you solace. You never realized that the books you loved would bring you home instead.

Best Of Me

vampire!bts x reader

It’s quite unusual to find a little baby on your doorstep, especially that their area was not of the poorest - you could say that a vampire town was efficient with money and snobby creatures. However over time the first idea of just giving back the little girl seems more and more radical and those moody vampires slowly start perceiving deeper feelings to human they even wanted to kill.

Spring Day ♡

mafia!bts x teacher!reader

Becoming a part time english teacher wasn’t exactly the ideal startup you had hoped for yourself when you first moved to Seoul, South Korea. Luckily, you loved working with children and you were grateful to have found a well paying job with housing included so soon after university. Amongst your class, however, are 5 boys who seem to be constantly ostracized not only by the rest of the students but also by the other teachers and staff members. Becoming attached to you fairly quickly, you’re unintentionally tasked to be their permanent caretaker during their stay at school, even staying past the hours you were needed until they were picked up safely. However, what you didn’t expect was to catch the hearts of their seven older brothers, the leaders of a notorious and well known mafia family in Korea.

To Have, To Hold, To Make You Stay

bts ot7 x reader | soulmate au

At the turn of a new leaf, you find yourself dancing along the knife’s edge. To keep yourself from falling over, you must ask three questions: what do they have, what do they hold dear and how far will they go to make you stay with them?

Until The Last Star Falls ① ☆

gods!bts x mortal!warrior!reader

it was a love you knew would never make it out alive without sacrificing a part of your happiness to receive a greater happiness. but for them, you'd go to any extreme to have them again, and for you, they will always remind you each day that you are theirs and that nothing can tear you apart, not even until the last star falls.

Little Leopard

bts ot7 x hybrid!reader | poly au | hybrid au

If it weren’t for seven men that fateful night you wouldn’t be here now. They showed you good people did exist. That life can be great, that you can be loved and cared for. These seven men were the men you loved and cherished. These men were your mates. Your safety blanket. And to them. You were their Little Leopard.

At Last

supernatural!bts x human!reader | soulmate au

Since the beginning of their existence, BTS has been cursed to share one soulmate with each other. It doesn’t help that she’s mortal and they’re not.

The Household Bunny

roommates au ot7 x chubby!camgirl!reader

You were a cam girl and OnlyFans creator all the while you were a senior in college. A series of events leads you to be living with seven men under the same roof of one renovated motel. Entering the life of rich, and touch starved, men as a less than rich, but similarly touch starved, woman is bound to hold some shenanigans

Unconditionally

werewolf!bts x reader

Y/N’s life was far from normal. All seven of her childhood friends are werewolves who are very attached to her.

House of Hope ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

Your best friend offers you a job as a caregiver for seven hybrids.

Relax, It's Our Honeymoon

bts ot7 x reader

You and BTS are in a poly relationship, and have recently gotten married. It’s time for your honeymoon!

Quaint Spaces

bts ot7 x reader | poly au | 👽

Y/N is a simple drifter among the stars and chooses to nowhere to call home. Unbeknownst to her, she will become the home of many. It is her fate one day to save the fate of the galaxy as she knows it. She will learn that space is quaint all over again.

Sanctuary ♡

mafia!bts x reader

some people are lucky enough to be born into a family that loves them. others meet their family in a coffee shop while on the run from the korean ambassador, while they’re holding a man at gunpoint and beating him to a pulp for treason against their syndicate. 

Spring Days FROST ♡

mafia!bts x reader

You’ve decided to move to a quiet quaint area near the edge of the city, working at a small family owned flower shop surrounded by the very thing you love most: flowers. Lately, more often than not though, you’ve found yourself frequently visited by 5 children whom you can’t help but love and adore, aiding them in their every need when asked. But they’re not your only sudden frequent visitors. Their 7 older brothers, who happen to also be the leaders of the Port Mafia, have taken a strong liking towards you as well. Unfortunately, that also means their dangerous and unpredictable lifestyles will start to mesh with your calming and gentle one, making things far more complicated than you had expected. Seems like your once carefree life wont be going as planned as you had originally hoped.

Home Sweet Castle

bts ot7 x reader | based on in the soop eps

just a few days rest from your busy schedule is enough to get you back on track… spending those days off with your seven boyfriends in a castle built deep in the forest you can kiss any type of rest goodbye!

Hybrid House

hybrid!bts x hybrid!reader

to Seokjin, Home consists of his human partners Namjoon and Hoseok as well as their Hybrids; the pups- named Taehyung and Jimin, their black cat- called Yoongi, and their foxboy- called Jungkook. Together they have the happiest family possible, everyone loves everyone equally. 

So what happens when Namjoon finds you? a cat hybrid, beaten close to death left alone in an alleyway on the coldest night of the year? He takes you home, shows you his family, and together they teach you what love can be like.

Eunoia ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job.You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness isn’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

Abundance ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

You never expected that you would end up adopting a hybrid, and if someone had told you that you would end up with seven? Well, you would have thought they were crazy. But here you are, with three different packs of hybrids that don’t get along – but all want to stay with you.

Yeah, turns out crazy is an understatement.

Three Words | Devil Book | Per Heat | Please ①

werewolf!bts x werewolf!reader

Leaving the boys after a major fight lead to the outcome that they were dreading

Every Bloom a Promise ①

bts ot7 x reader

Your boyfriends take you to a wildflower field for a picnic date to celebrate the first weekend of warm weather; shenanigans and fluff ensue.

Dance to This + Call Me Yours ♡

(eventual) bts ot7 x reader

Seokjin didn’t expect his new potential owner to be blind, but with the threat of being sent to a breeding clinic looming over his head, he’ll do anything. 

The Return of an Empress

bts x empress!reader

After one fateful night, you find yourself transmigrated into your favorite novel as the Empress that shares the same name as you. As a bookworm, most would think you’d be happy, but how could you be happy when the Empress you’ve become is expected to be killed in three months. The only thing on your mind now is to learn how to survive. 

Complaint ♡

ceo!bts x reader

I Want You to Stay ☆

bodyguard!bts x royal!reader

Our Little Love ①

mafia!bts x reader | soft yandere

Bleeding Butterflies ♡

vampire!bts x reader

Boys With Luv ♡

bts x reader | soulmate au

In a world where you see everything in black and white until you meet your soulmate, Min Yoongi finally sees in colour when he meets an ARMY while on a walk. However, everything is not as it seems when it turns out that she is not just his soulmate when she finally meets the rest of his band mates at a fanmeet. 

The Great Pretender

bts x reader | werewolf au

Lately, the mask you’ve worn since childhood is slowly getting more suffocating by the day. It doesn’t help that along with this, you’re also trying to find your place in your newfound pack. With their insistent attempt to get closer to you, will you still be able to prevent yourself from slipping?

Linked My Fate

bts x reader | abo au

A series of oneshot scernarios of the eight wolves who where linked by fate.

Peppermint Mocha ①

bts ot7 x reader poly

A week in the college life with seven boyfriends.

Roses & Thorns ☆

bts ot7 x reader | hybrid au | poly au

Y/N is a rehabilitator of hybrids who have been abused or being sold for auction. It’s an illegal thing to do, but she feels strongly that this is the right thing. For many years, she has saved hundreds of hybrids who have needed her help, even for her young age, and six of them decided to stay with her. Namjoon, who was the second saved, initiated an intimate relationship, which Taehyung, who was the first saved, wanted in on. Over time, some of the hybrids that came after the two wanted to join in on the relationship. Now, Y/N has saved a very rare fox hybrid named Hoseok, who is very curious and even more broken. He has the choice to stay with these people and maybe join their relationship or move on to a rehabilitated district where he can have a life of his own. What will he choose?

The Eve ①

bts x reader | greek gods au | soulmate au | reincarnation au

Perhaps the greatest love story, lost with time – history carved by the hands of the unaware, the world forgets the existence of one woman who stole the hearts of 7 Gods, bringing strife, war, destruction and devastation raging across the globe. And, beneath it all, the birth of something more. The love that drove them mad, the love they could never have.

But destiny always found a way to reunite star-crossed lovers.

The Curious Move-in to Apartment 27 ♡

bts ot7 x reader

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

소울 메이트 (soulmate)

bts ot7 x reader | soulmate au

Your night at a concert turns into a dream come true experience. All you have to do, is take his hand.

Immortals

werewolf!bts x reader | soulmate au

Sometimes, you find your destiny. And sometimes, your destiny does whatever it takes to keep you. 

Crystal Snow ①

bts ot7 x reader

This holiday season, you decide it’s your turn to take care of the boys that have given the world their everything. For eight days, you whisk them away on an adventure full of laughter, joy, eggnog, sex, and, most importantly—love. Their break, after all, is much overdue.

Jetsetters ①

bts x flight attendant!reader | smut

You’re left alone to entertain seven of the most prestigious idols in SoKo entertainment. How will you manage? 

Pied Piper ♡

demon lord!mafia!bts x poc!curvy!intern!reader | soulmate au

You’re a recent grad who was given the dream opportunity to intern abroad in South Korea. When you moved into a small, somewhat homely, apartment complex in Gangnam, you were pleasantly surprised to have become neighbors with 7 very intriguing, very charming, very handsome young men. You weren’t expecting them to have become so attached to you so quickly and that’s probably because you’re actually their reincarnated soulmate. To make matters even more convoluted, they’re also part of the mafia, they’re demons, and they’re heir to the throne of the underworld. Who’d thought that your once normal life would change so drastically over the course of such a short time?

Bon Voyage: Into The Sea

bts x reader | werewolf!namjoon, werewolf!hoseok, werewolf!jungkook, merman!yoongi, vampire!seokjin, vampire!jimin, vampire!taehyung

A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters.

Between The Bloodshed | Everything Between Us ☆

gangster!bts x doctor!reader

Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of them through recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

The Little Wife

mafia!bts x chubby!reader

Heartbeat ① ☆

bts x hybrid!reader

running away from your master is never easy so you deem yourself this will be the last time if you are fatefully brought back to his hold again. so what happens when you stumble upon seven men who say they won't bring you back? what happens when they promise you their love and care instead?

Lifeline

vampire!bts x reader | soulmate au

What happens when a witch curses seven vampires to share one fated mate between them?

You Never Walk Alone ☆

werewolf!bts x reader | soulmate au

You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

Cat Strut

bts x reader | faerie au

When your grandmother passes away, she leaves her countryside house in your name. The longer you stay, the harder and harder it becomes to explain away the odd happenings. What kind of secrets does this sleepy town hold? And why do the local animals act so strangely around you?

The Sweet Tea Series ♡

mafia!demon!bts x reader | soulmate au

 Korea has been a desired destination of yours for years, a place where you held such a deep rooted connection for that it may finally be the place you belong. Now entering your last year at your art university, you were one of few who were successfully chosen to partake in the one year summer intensive program. Filled with excitement of integrating within a new culture, what you had planned turns for the unexpected when you find yourself rooming next to a local mafia renowned and revered throughout all of Asia. However, things become a bit more complicated when these mafia men are actually demons who find themselves attracted to you, using your variety of tea flavors as an excuse to visit unannounced.  

Clearwater Springs

bts x reader | fairy au | supernatural au | soulmate au

In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.

Overdue ♡

bts ot 7 x reader | smau

Love is indeed a beautiful feeling, but does not come without its obstacles. When your 7 loving, idol boyfriends think it’s better to date someone within the industry or like they put it “Someone who knows their world”, you have no choice but to accept their abrupt decision. Time goes by and you think you’re doing just fine, One long lost dream, One given up identity and one drunk mistake and a few clicks is all it takes until the limelight falls on you and living your life behind a camera is an option no longer available.

Flowers & Tattoos ①

bts x reader

you own a flower shop right next to the tattoo parlor your boyfriends own.

Nightlight ①

bts x reader | mafia au

things have never been easy for you, but you never expected it'd be them that would make things easier.

Pretty Little Flower ①

demon!bts x reader

you were their flower amidst the dark.

You Belong to Us ①

bts x reader

harrassed by guys at a party, your boyfriends come to the rescur to make sure they know you belong to them.

The Butterseries ☆

bts ot7 x reader | poly au | office romance au

their names alone had every men and women turning their heads and falling at their feet. successful, prestigious, handsome, rich, and untouchable to anyone that looked their way. and you? you were just an employee who worked for them. who would've known you meant so much more to them than you could ever imagine?

Yours Alone ①

bts x reader | mafia au

they were always captivated by your beauty, but sadly they aren't the only ones.

Home Calls The Heart ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

Twenty-year old L/N Y/N realizes she might be, okay, is a little bit of a social pariah. But there’s not much she can really do about it. Until a dreary winter day, when a determined, persistent dog hybrid named Taehyung shows up and declares that he’s interested in adopting her for himself and the rest of his lonely pack.

when the rain gets rough ①

bts x reader | mafia au

When you try to voice out your feelings and they get too busy when a deal goes wrong, the rain gets rough as a fight escalates.

The Pack Initiative

bts x reader | abo universe au

Large packs used to be incredibly common hundreds of years ago, but began to phase out with the rise of monogamy in betas. Monogamy began to influence those of half-wolf blood, slowly lessening the amount of partners and starting a steady decline in the once booming birth rate.

Recently, world leaders haven’t been happy with this decision. They proposed a bill to undo the hundreds of years of evolution, and force the half-breeds back into larger packs. Nobody, especially the half-breeds, actually expected the bill to actually pass. But it did.

Now every single apex alpha, alpha and omega has to be rounded up in centres around the world and forced to bond with strangers simply based on compatibility.

After that? They’ll be forced to spend the rest of their lives with each other.

Somewhere I Can Breath

bts x reader | hybrid au

Being a stray hybrid in the city is suffocating. In search of a clearer mind, body, and soul you head to the country. In a way it’s much what you expected. Two things are different. There’s a group of seven boys you never expected to meet, and despite the change in location something still seems to be keeping you from breathing freely.

Just a Taste

vampire!bts x reader

Y/N becomes the new donor for seven bloodthirsty idols, who seem to be way too interested in their new food source.

Journey to The Dixk ①

crack au

A Cinderella story but it’s a dick pic. Yup, that’s right. You find a dick pic on your phone and make it your mission to find the owner of said dick. Time to fuck the seven hottest guys you know! Onwards!

Loving You isn't Hard to Learn ♡

hybrid!bts x reader

In the middle of what many would call nowhere, a sign glows bright yellow. Old, unmaintained, and on its last legs, the letter e flickers for a few seconds before going dark. H aven’s Door Motel, it now reads.

Love Starved ① ☆

jk x reader -> ot7 x reader

It’s the little things that often lead people to fall headfirst into love. and Jungkooks already fallen, hard. And the boys? they might not have fallen yet, but they can feel the pull of gravity. 

House of The Omegaverse

bts x reader | omegaverse au

['22 ARCHIVE] | ['24 ARCHIVE] | ['23 ARCHIVE]

The titan group from South Korea, BTS, suddenly vanishes off the face of the earth, only to wake up in a three-storey house with a small-time writer and their DNAs altered. Omegaverse is no longer just a fiction trope; not to these eight people, no. Stuck with only one omega between them, how will this polyamory evolves? And, will they ever escape the house? 

[deceasedlxver]

TW I loved your yandere headcanons could please make one for shin tsukinami ? Thank you 🤍

SHIN TSUKINAMI YANDERE HEADCANONS 🔪:

shin wouldn't be conscious of his behavior. in his mind, he is simply a first blood who can do what he desires and right now, his desire is you ─ and having you all to himself

unlike his brother it doesn't take much convincing until he captures you, he doesn't find the need to sugar coat it and sit around and wait until the right time. you're his. he had made up his mind.

because he has taken you without much remorse, there is no reason for him to worry about rivals, but he is still overly possessive.

he won't let you speak to carla or any of the servants in the household. you'll be locked in his room for most of the time, and if you need something you should just ask him ─ he never leaves you alone after all.

he is more of a dumbass yandere than a strategic one. he hasn't even thought about what your family will think if you have gone missing and he hasn't considered your own needs and how you'll keep your sanity by being locked away in his room.

of course - he has a smart brother who can easily convince him the importance of having a... darling trapped in his room.

but shin obviously won't go out of his way to make you happy, but he will allow you a few certain privileges, like you can leave the room at certain times when other men or people are away, you can go out with him if he gets to hold your hand the whole time etc

and although he may seem extremely childish, don't mistake that for innocence.

if he dares to catch any man or person near you he'll go insane and rampage. probably beating up said person severely

of course there's never a time when you dare try and speak to anyone else out of your own fear for them, but he is still a bit whiney

had you not been captured before hand he would probably have killed or badly injured your friends/his rivals

but i dont think shin would he the type to hurt his darling. even if you make him very mad, his punishments would mostly be silly like biting or tickling. it's not like he can lock you away since you're already in his room 24/7 and he fears that if he takes you to the dungeon you will escape or someone else will see you

with that said, he is still very much insane and irrational, but a lot more gentle than other yanderes. i think it would be because it's his natural possessive nature of a wolf

i also don't think he would go out of his way to manipulate or gaslight you. you are trapped in his den, he wouldn't need to force you to be more open because it will have to come out naturally unless you want to talk to yourself, forever.

i would also say that he is probably be the most tolerable yandere out of all the DL characters. aside from his irrational jealousy which they all have, you would be safe with him.

let me know if u want it re-done (of if you want a part 2 even 😎)

[tooweirdforyou]

Monster Trio + Trafalgar Law as Yanderes

A/N : This picture is inspiration for this headcannon lol.

Summary : Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Law as Yanderes, obsessing over their significant other.

YANDERE : an obsession so strong for a loved one, to the point the obsessor will kill to have them.

TW : just mentions of murder, blood shed, isolation, etc.

Luffy

Luffy would be the cheerful, but reckless yandere.

Because he’s so cheerful and always smiling, people wouldn’t know just how dangerous he is, which he will use to his advantage.

He would be the kind of person that would kill people right in front of you, if you weren’t feeling comfortable around them, or if they were a little too close to you, or just constantly stealing your attention away from him.

Would literally want your attention 24/7, do not focus on anything other than him for too long. He’s an actual child who often pouts when you don’t look at him. If you don’t pay attention to him, he’ll slowly grow angry and annoyed to the point that he’ll stretch his arms and yank you towards him to cuddle and play with.

“[Naaameeeee]! You’re not looking at meee!”

Unless you really beg him for a bit of alone time and promise him that you’ll spend the rest of the day with him, he will never let you out of his sight.

Clings to you every second, no matter what you’re doing. He will keep you out of harm’s way, will follow you to the bathroom, will watch you sleep so he knows you won’t be going anywhere in the middle of the night.

If you decide to be his pirate queen on his adventure, he will treat you to all the meat in the world, because he’ll know how to get it free. He’ll even be closer to your side and perhaps after some time and you’re lucky, he’ll start be more lenient to your freedom.

However, if you even attempt to try and leave after so long, he might just have to keep you restrained at all times, ordering his crew mates to keep an eye on you, and for Zoro to cut down anyone who even glances in your direction.

Stay by his side, and he’ll treat you like a queen.

“I don’t want you to leave me. You’ll stay by my side and be the Queen of the Pirates alongside me, right, [Name]?”

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Zoro

Zoro would be the clingy and silently dangerous Yandere.

The type to not really care who you’re around, as long as that person doesn’t try anything. However, Zoro will be around you at a distance to keep an eye on you too.

If someone does try something, Zoro is quick to cause a scene and stop them, either with his swords but threatening them, cutting them without warning, or just grabbing your hand and walking off abruptly.

“Let’s go, there’s nothing here to do anyways.”

Zoro would want you to be around him constantly. If you’re willing, he’d gladly let you distract him from his training just to cuddle, spend more time with him and be all affectionate and loving. Or to cuddle with him as he naps on the desk, leaning or laying on each other. As long as you’re there, he doesn’t care.

If you don’t want to be all affectionate and cuddly, he won’t mind, but he will force you to be in the same room as him all day, so he could watch you. It doesn’t matter what you’re doing. Talking to someone? Talk with them in the room with him. Taking a shower? Shower later when he does. Reading a book? Read in the room with him.

The only time you’ll get the chance to be alone, is when Zoro gets lost. He’ll always have you go with him when you explore or when you’re fighting, so he can protect you from danger. However, naturally, Zoro will get lost and this is your time to leave and escape, have some free time to yourself.

If you manage to escape, Zoro will eventually find you and things aren’t going to go well AT ALL. He’ll be in a extreme snappy mood and constantly have a scowl on his face when he finds out you tried to leave him. He’ll lock you in the bedroom, tying you up so you can’t leave.

If any of the crew members try to say something or do something, he won’t hesitate to cut them, even Luffy.

If you actually try to find him instead and successfully do so quickly before he gets the wrong idea, Zoro will reward you. Whether it be some special loving attention or to allow you to roam free without his presence, ONLY on the ship when they’re sailing. Other than that, you’re his, and his only.

Stay by his side, and he’ll treat you like you’re his swords.

“Oi, you better not be thinking about leaving me. You know what’ll happen, don’t you?”

-

Sanji

Sanji would be the hopelessly in love Yandere. Extremely obsessive and fawns all over you. Kind of like that…?

The type to shower you with every thing he has. Constant snacks and beverages prepared in seconds for you, he will cook all your favorite meals every day and literally be your loyal servant if you asked him to.

“Can I get you anything, my dear [Name]?~ Anything you want!”

He’s so loyal and obsessive over you, he hardly flirts with any other women. He may do it a few times because its in his nature, but don’t think that you’re free from his grasp.

He’s so head over heels for you, he doesn’t care if you constantly try to kill him and shout profanities at him. He will always love you, so much.

When other men are looking at you or get caught up too close to you for his liking, he will memorize their faces as he watches you from afar. 

When you finally leave them or if he drags you away to spend time with him or return you to the ship, he’ll leave you and take a detour to teach a quick lesson to those who need to be taught.

He’s smart. He’s not going to completely cling to you and trap you in his hold forever, as much as he would like that. Unlike Zoro and Luffy, he will let you have some freedom and do as you like, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t constantly follow after you in hiding, stalking every movement you make.

He’ll sneak into your room when you’re not there to take a look into your belongings. He’ll be in heaven when he does this, looking through your undergarments and personal items.

If you try to resist him and escape, he’ll only swoon at your cute attempts, because he knows you won’t get anywhere. His face is always flushed and his hands are always clasped together as he watches you from afar.

Stay by his side, and he’ll treat you like a goddess.

“I may not be worthy of your love, but I will make sure no one else will be either. My sweet [Name]-angel, your love and presence is the only thing that keeps me alive~”

-

Law

Law would be the manipulative and most possessive Yandere.

The one who will guilt you into everything. Or use mind tricks just so you’ll stay with him.

“You’re leaving so soon? You hardly spent any time with the crew yet. Or me. Besides, I don’t think it’ll be good for your health if you leave so quickly.”

Since no one can resist Bepo, he’d also order him to try to persuade you to do what he wants, which you immediately agree too, because it’s Bepo.

Like Sanji, he wouldn’t be too restrictive with your choices to wander off, because he knows you’ll end up back to him. And if you stray too far or get too close to others, he’ll room you back right to his side.

Shambles everyone that interrupts you two, no matter who it is. If it’s his crew, he’ll just threaten them and give deadly glares, unless it was extremely important.

If you try to leave, he’ll order one of his crew mates to stay by you wherever you go. He trusts them enough to not try anything and to get the job done.

If you’re bored and you bother him while he’s busy, he might tell you to wait but it doesn’t last long because if you’re willingly giving attention to him, he’s going to have it and take his opportunity.

Will find it amusing when you try to fight against him, since it’s obvious you’ll lose no matter what you try.

But after endless futile escape attempts from you, he will get annoyed and he’ll shamble you and make it so you can’t go anywhere. You’ll be stuck with him until you learn your lesson.

If you’re obedient, he’ll give you a reward. Anything you want, within reason, of course, he’ll get it even if he says no at first.

Stay by his side, and he’ll treat you like an empress.

“You’re not going anywhere, [Name]-ya. You belong with me and I’ll cut up anyone who gets in the way. You’re mine.”

[princesspiratecat]

The Rise and Fall of the Shepard Family Finale Part 2:  Fall 1085

Part 1& Part 2

Part 3 & Part 4

Part 5 & Part 6 & Part 7

Part 8 & Part 9 & Part 10

Part 11 & Part 12 & Part 13

Part 14 & Part 15 & Part 16

Part 17 & Part 18 & Part 19

Part 20 & Part 21 & Part 22

Part 23 & Part 24 & Part 25

Part 26 & Part 27 & Part 28

Part 29  Finale Part 1

“Llywelyn? His name is Llywelyn?” Frances was incredibly confused. “Where did you get these letters?”

“Under the bed. Morwena found them while she was cleaning. Please continue.”

                                            Llywelyn & Algarda

According to the seven letters stashed away in the box, they had both been very young and had met while Llywelyn had served as a mercenary soldier under Aélgarda’s father, a Saxon Ealdorman that had died by the hand of the bastard King in 1067. Both of them had been in their prime and Aélgarda was considered something of a ginger-haired beauty. There were expectations that she would make a grand marriage.

Gwendolyn had heard her father talk about his time fighting for the Saxons before. Her mother had also said that her father had been a fine soldier. He was well respected and handsome, dangerous with a sword, and had a promising career ahead of him.

They had danced together during several feasts at her father’s estate in Chester, and eventually became clandestine lovers. They knew her father would never allow such a match to take place, as there had already been a match made for Aélgarda by the time they met. But the man in question was never mentioned again after the second letter.

They continued their affair for a little over two years, but he was gone most of the time. He eventually got her with child. 

Shortly after, he had been sent up north to fight off Norse raiders, and he promised to come back for her and marry her as soon as he was able. Sometime after his departure she wrote that she had suffered a miscarriage, and after six months, he still had not returned. There were no more letters after that.

After they had read them all, and then read them again, they both took some time to digest what had been written. There seemed to be more questions than answers within each letter. Had Llywelyn followed Aélgarda, even though they were both already married? Was Frédérique the daughter of Llywelyn? Had they continued their affair after Gwendolyn’s mother had died? Together, Frances and Gwendolyn tried their best to sort out the pieces of the puzzle and make them fit into a kind of timeline that might give them answers.

“My father talked about his days in Chester on more than one occasion. Is it near Wales?”

“Yes. It’s near the border of Whales, west of here.”

“So, the man in the letters must be my father. Although my father couldn’t read, so how could he have read these? A third person would have had to have been involved, and they would have needed to be very discreet. That’s quite a risk to take!”

“I agree. Yet it happens all the time, you’d be surprised at how many Nobles can’t read. And yet, I would have taken the same risk if I knew I would not see you for  months at a time.” 

Frances knew that in 1066 Aélgarda ran off to marry Marcelle and gave birth to Frédérique the same year, which was when Gwendolyn had also been born. They journeyed to the Humber River in 1070 from Rotherham, a small market town. Frances had only been two and Gwendolyn four. Unlike Frances, Gwendolyn remembered the journey to Grimsby, and she remembered what had come after.

“It could not have been mere coincidence that your family arrived here around the same time, and in the same location, as my family. Especially considering how long of a journey it is,” he said.

They both wondered on what grounds Llywelyn had sought her out. Was it because they wanted to be together, or had he been looking for employment? Most of the great men Llywelyn had served were already dead or had had their lands seized by the crown. So it was a real possibility that he sought her out for protection, especially since she had married a Norman man.

“He needed work. I remember we had to sell one of his beloved swords just to have enough to eat. It was a desperate time.”

The other possibility was that he knew Frédérique was his daughter and wanted to be near her. Frédérique had invited Gwendolyn to their estate several times, and each time Llywelyn had accompanied her. He could have watched her from afar, and that might have been enough for him.

“That would explain my father’s behavior. He must have thought that Frédérique was not his child, regardless of what the truth really is. Since he knew of your father’s indiscretions with Olric’s wife, he must have also questioned my brother’s parentage as well! I can’t imagine how it must have plagued his mind! The proof is in his treatment of them and their piteous inheritance.”

“Of course! And it completely explains his treatment of me, although it does also speak to his vengeful character. Now I understand why he sent us away, we were reminders of my father. Your mother wanted to protect us, for my father’s sake! ”

He nodded, remembering everything that had happened with a tinge of shame.

He could see Gwendolyn’s mind racing now, and Frances knew he would have to tell her everything that had happened the night his father had broken off their engagement. It was something he had not gotten around to doing, mostly because he had wanted them to forget. He took a deep breath. 

“I fear I have not told you everything that my father said the night he cut off our engagement. But let me tell you now. According to him, she actually wanted us to marry and had pushed it from nearly the moment you arrived here.”

“What?!”

He then relayed everything that had occurred that night in it’s entirety. How his mother long considered Llywelyn an honorable man due to his serving the Welsh king. How she had not only preferred for him a match with Gwendolyn over the Merchants, but that she had actually helped to arrange it. He told her of his anger and how he had camped out under the stars, which had been the reason why he never got a chance to say goodbye.

“For a long time I didn’t think about what he meant, because I had been too angry. But then I realized she had arranged for us to walk together, alone. Do you remember all those times she said she was too busy to come with us?” Gwendolyn nodded. “Well, she knew I already liked you, and wanted you to break off the match with Oswald and marry me instead. She must have figured that time alone together would make us fall in love.”

“That is why they sent him away! According to Frédérique, he came to visit me twice, and both times he had been sent away. Did you know that?”

“No. But it hardly surprises me. For his part, I know my father initially agreed because you had a good dowry, you were an heiress of a rather small fortune. But after he had already helped himself to it, he must have gotten ahold of the letters and used them to further justify his cause. Or, he read the letters and then spent your dowry. I’m not sure which.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes bulged at this information, and she had to sit down. It was an incredible story, and one that she would not have believed if she had not have seen it unfold with her own eyes. 

“So, I have been groomed me for the position of being your wife! Why did you not tell me of this before?!”

Frances shrugged. “It is a painful memory to speak of, and I didn’t want to stir up fresh anguish for you. You’ve suffered enough already. What good would have come of it?” Gwendolyn acknowledged there was merit in his reason, but chided him for not giving her the choice of knowing. 

“You’re right. I should have told you when I first found you. I’m sorry.” But her mind was racing again and she hardly heard what he had said. 

“He must have discovered the letters after Aélgarda’s death, as there can be no other explanation. She must have hidden them away somewhere and he, or someone else, discovered them. He refused our marriage and sent me away to get back at them both, even after they were dead!”

“Yes, he was petty and vengeful. What I want to know is what on earth made her keep them? That I cannot understand!  Did your father return them? Or did she somehow get them back after he died? Maybe Llywelyn had them and my father got them after he sold your property. Have you ever seen this box before?”

“No, never. It’s too fine a box to have escaped my notice. If he did have them, he certainly would not have put them in that box. In fact, I do not recall her ever visiting us when my father was alive either. Only Marcelle came to collect rents and sup with us. He and my father used to talk business. He used to bring us cherries.”

Neither one of them spoke for some time, as they were busy going over the facts in their own heads. They both agreed that had Marcelle known then about the letters, he would not have been so kind. Although Frances didn’t agree with his father’s ways, he could at least understand him a bit better. 

“He never was unfaithful to my Mother that any of us knew about, so it must have shattered him to read these letters. He had once loved her very much... as much as a man like my father can love anyone. I do not believe that any of my siblings were sired by Llywelyn- not even Frédérique. We look too much alike, and I see nothing of you in her face. Now that I think of it, you were born the same year as Frédérique, so Llywelyn would have had to have been a very busy man for all that to have happened in only a year! And it means my mother would have had to lie about losing her baby. Yet if she loved him, why would she do that? It’s quite clear from the letters that she loved him very much.”

“Unless she thought she would never see him again. She may have lied in order to marry your Father, whom had come from a noble family. Perhaps she figured that she would be better off with a well connected Norman than a poor Welsh solider. She could have been forced to do it for the greater good, to protect your sister.”

“I doubt it. But it is possible.....” a look of worry crossed his face, and then hint of anger.

In the end they both agreed that no good could possibly come from keeping the letters, as it called into question the parentage of too many. It also painted three of their four parents in a very unfavorable light. 

The facts were there. Aélgarda had been lovers with not one, but two men while engaged to someone else of her father’s choosing. Llywelyn had been a seducer of women and clearly had no respect for the marital status of others. Marcelle had been a miser and a thief who sought revenge on helpless children, even children that were most likely his own.

 Frances lifted the parchment to the fireplace and stared at the contents. It angered him to know that such small things had caused so much anguish to him, and his wife especially.

“Let them burn,” he sneered, as he tossed one of the letters into the fire. “I know the truth. I know what a good wife she was to him, and what she meant to us, and that’s really all that matters. She was no whore, and I won’t have anyone speak of her that way, ever!”

“Let us burn them all,” Gwendolyn said. 

When the house was quiet and still, they made their way downstairs and watched as the fire flickered while hungrily devouring the remaining letters. It went unspoken, but they each understood they would tell no one of them.

“Are you ashamed of our parents?” He asked her while he watched the bright orange light reflected in her eyes. It was one of those rare moments that he really had no idea what she was thinking. He pulled up chairs for them both so they could sit awhile without being heard.

“Yes....and no. In some ways I am shocked, but in others, I feel relieved to know the answers now. Your father’s behavior towards myself had always weighed on me, because I blamed myself. Now I know it was because of nothing I did, but because of what I represented. He used my father’s status as an excuse, but it was really not the reason.” She pinched the corners of her mouth, then turned back to the fire. 

“Yet the feeling that seems to make the biggest impression on me, is one of their love. Despite everything, I’m glad they had been lovers, and I’m happy that she still held my father in high regard even after his death. She wanted to honor him by honoring his children, and for that, I will always honor her.” Her heart felt easier now, and she almost found the situation humorous. Almost. 

They treaded up the stairs to their chambers. It had been a long, exhausting evening.

Gwendolyn chuckled to herself. “What I really want to know is, who was the man she was originally engaged to? He must have been quite awful for her to have chosen a mercenary soldier and a Norman over a match her father preferred! The poor fellow. I feel a bit bad for him.”

Frances was more wistful. He didn’t like talking about his family, as there was so much he didn’t know, and so much to resent. Would they have survived if they had allied with the King or a powerful Norman family such as his father’s? What would it take for the King to stop his sheer brutality to the Saxon people? By the time his reign was over, would there be anything left of their language, or laws, or culture?

“Perhaps he died before anything ever came of it. The Saxons paid a heavy price to the Danes with many lives, even before the King conquered these lands. And after, all of the men on her side were completely wiped away, as if they had never existed at all. Their fortunes, that had taken decades to build, were the first thing to go. Her family was one of the wealthiest and most powerful, and now there is nothing but dust. Sometimes I wonder that I was born at all. It truly seems a miracle.”

She sensed his sadness and caressed his cheek, then embraced him.

“It is a miracle. You’re a testament to the power of love amid war. Whatever happens in the world, love always seems to have a way of burning bright, sometimes even against all odds.” He smiled at her words because they were wise beyond her years, and they were true. He thought of his mother then, and how it was love that had driven and guided her throughout most of her life.

She had gotten her wish.

[minniepetals]

Rose & Thorns: 02

— summary: a lone rose, a little broken, until Jungkook came along and the two of you saved each other. and in doing so, Jungkook showed you a world where he shared with his six other mates.

— pairing: dragon!jungkook x reader / future!bts x reader

— genre: angst / poly!au / fantasy!au / dragon!au

— word count: 4.3k

— warnings: orphan reader, insecurities high, other members are jerks in here

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It was a journey he never knew would be so long and hard. Had he really traveled that far from his clan? Jungkook couldn't remember.

But by the time the clan came in sight from just over the fog that hid almost every part of the mountain, he let out a loud roar to alert the other dragons that were probably sleeping in the middle of the night, or in case a night patrol had been blinded by the darkness to see Jungkook approaching.

Lights were immediate to light up from every corner of the clan at the familiar sound of the seventh prince's cry for help and dragons were quick to fly into the sky where they heard him.

"Jungkook!" The young dragon heard the familiar voice of Hoseok's.

But his vision hazed and his wings began to fail him from the long journey he had taken, weak and hurt, and he fell down onto the ground, sliding for a short moment and the others were fast to surround the youngest of the seven princes.

"Jungkook, where have you—who is that?" Namjoon's voice grew in anger at the sight of a human but Jungkook was quick to hide you away when the leader had hoped to grab you. He hid you behind his wings, pulling you close to his chest in fear of anyone harming you.

"You can't hurt her, don't hurt her," he begged with a voice so weak the clan almost couldn't recognize him. 

"Jungkook?" Taehyung called, a voice of concern.

"She saved my life, hyung," he told them all, "I wouldn't have gotten away if it weren't for her and," he paused and a harsh curse fell from his lips. Tears fell at the reminder, teeth clenching against his jaws. "She's hurt because of me."

"She saved you?" Yoongi asked, eyes narrowed and scoffing, unsure of a human being that kind.

"You can't hurt her, you have to save her, please," he pled at them all as he tried to get up and limped, offering you over towards the eldest of the princes. "You have to save her, she can't die. I'll never forgive myself if she dies."

They saw his tearful eyes, heard the desperation in his voice. It wasn't like Jungkook to cry in front of a crowd, it wasn't like him to protect someone unless he truly cared about them so they knew that you must be really special.

"I'll take care of her," Seokjin vowed as he took you in hand. He was wary, but still tried his best not to hurt you during the process of Jungkook handing you over. You laid limply in his hold like a little leaf too weak to stand on its own.

The maknae watched you even as you left with Seokjin, eyes never leaving you until Jimin nudged him with his head, nuzzling  against his muzzle for a moment.

"Come on, Kook, you're hurt too."

.

.

Haze.

Everything was hazy.

And something was hurting. You couldn't pinpoint where but it was somewhere on the right side. Near your chest, near your heart.

Slowly as you tried to force yourself to wake up, you groaned at the aching pain where it was hurting the most. Your eyes still hazy, you tried to look at your surroundings.

You weren't in the forest where you had last opened your eyes. Something happened the night before. You were escaping, breathless, climbed upon a dragon's back and got hit by an arrow. Perhaps it was all a dream? Otherwise, why would you be inside somewhere that looked like a home? It didn't look like your home but it was a home nevertheless. With smells of herbs; peppermint, yarrow, ginger, whatever you could pinpoint at the moment.

"So you're the infamous human that saved our beloved prince."

You gasped at the voice, a little soft but he heard it.

He was a man so beautiful, perhaps too beautiful to be a healer. With broad shoulders and pouting lips. Beautiful, but he held a piercing gaze that was deadly, a glare with furrowed brows that had you flinching back at the intimidating stare. He walked over to you, arms crossed against his chest with suspicion.

"You sure you don't have any other plans to plot against Jungkook?"

Jungkook?

Your eyes searched in alarm all of a sudden and Seokjin watched you with confusion. You sat up and got off the bed, causing your legs to give in as your vision darkened due to standing up too fast.

"Hey, you're not fully healed yet-"

You pushed his hands away though had done it so weakly. A stranger. Beautiful but still a stranger so you couldn't let him near you. You couldn't trust him until you got a full story. Maybe then you could judge him.

But for now, what happened the night before? Where were you? Where was Jungkook? And who was that guy?

You stood up again, bare feet and the floor swayed under you once again. You cried in desperation, wanting to escape. Maybe you shouldn't have tried to escape, but Jungkook needed his freedom. Yet then again, why had you tried to flee with him? Perhaps he had gotten caught? While you survived? No way, Jungkook couldn't be dead. But where was he?

You forced yourself up again, whimpering both at the pain from the arrow and for Jungkook.

Your legs stumbled about like a little doe learning to walk for the first time and the man's voice behind you warned you not to go wandering about but you ignored it. You had to find Jungkook.

Jungkook. Jungkook. Where was he? Where was—

"Y/N!"

Someone held you as your legs gave way once again. Your knees hit against the floor and you cried a little softer, a little more.

"Y/N, hey, it's me. It's Jungkook."

Jungkook. 

Yes, Jungkook. 

You liked Jungkook.

"J..Jungkook...?"

"Yes," the young dragon smiled while the rest of the princes followed in, watching you closely and wondering why in the world was their little prince so close to you? "It's Jungkook," he repeated again, cupping your small face to brush away your tears with his delicate fingers and the princes' heart clenched for a moment. "We're alive, Y/N, we made it."

"Made it..?" Your voice was so soft, so delicate and weak they could barely hear you.

"To freedom, Y/N." He held your hands tightly, a beam of joy flashing in his smile.

The village. Did you escape the village?

You tried to remember the events. Saving Jungkook and asking him to change into his dragon form. Now he sat in front of you, a human once again. Had he carried you to his..clan? Was the place his clan?

But before that, you were glad for the fact that you escaped your village. They've always thought of you as an outsider, you've never truly belonged from the moment your parents left the world. It had always been you and you alone. Which was why you decided to take up the job as a keeper, because it meant that you got to get away from the villagers. And sure Jungkook wasn't open towards you or had even spoken for an entire month, but that dungeon felt more like home than your own house.

Some days you wanted to stay with him despite his silence. Some days you wanted to stay there forever, to never return to that part of the village. They always gave you weird stares, an orphan who didn't belong. Maybe they were glad for the fact that you left. You had no family and they had taken you in for free. But now it was all over. You owed them nothing and they owed you none either. You were gone and they were probably glad for it — even if that one captain of the soldiers had once lusted after you. You were so, so glad you escaped.

That you got your freedom.

Jungkook didn't know much, you hadn't told him anything about your life as feeling like an outsider. But he probably understood that you wanted freedom just as much as he did. Maybe a little more because he at least had a home to return to.

"Free..." you whispered again before meeting his gaze. "Free?"

Jungkook nodded, his smile never straying. "Come on," he said, standing up while his hand held out for you to take. Some part of the guys were jealous, a little angry at the fact that Jungkook looked so close to you and regarded you as someone special. Whatever happened in that village, they knew it wasn't just friendship that grew from your relationship. Not with those certain stares they were all too familiar with.

Your frail hand reached out, shakily and hesitantly, before you met someone's sharp and piercing gaze and was quick to fall back. Jungkook wasn't yours to love, he was a friend, and he had his own lover — lovers, it seemed.

"I-I...I can..-"

Jungkook watched you with eyes of worry before he turned at the six men that stood in the room. He understood those eyes and for a moment, he felt conflicted about what to do as he looked back at you.

"Can you give us a moment?" He asked and they looked back at him, wanting to refuse. "Please?" A small smile of assurance and despite them not truly trusting you, they nodded and walked out, transforming into their dragon forms and flew away.

"Who are they?" He heard you ask a few seconds later and Jungkook's gaze returned on your form once again.

"Our clan's princes."

"Princes?" Your eyes widened. "I'm imposing, aren't I? You shouldn't have-"

"It's okay, I'm a prince too."

You blinked at the man that crouched down again and tilted your head in confusion and astonishment. "You're a prince?"

"That's right," Jungkook nodding, grinning. "You saved a prince so you're pretty important at this moment."

"I don't really.." you looked away, a hand clutching onto the wound on your body, "I'm a human, Jungkook, and I don't think that dragons are too fond of us."

"So what? I'm fond of you and I'm their prince so they'll have to accept you."

"But the other princes-"

"Are my mates," he stated and just for a split second, your eyes held a glint of sadness, ones he hadn't caught sight of because it was gone too fast. "I don't trust just anyone, Y/N, so they'll come to accept you on their own will one day soon."

But that was it wasn't it? Another life of having the need to feel accepted in another society that didn't want to accept you. Jungkook was insistent on keeping you and because you had no other place to go to, feeling the need to look after you since you were the reason he got back his freedom again. But were you really ready to go through another phase of trying to be accepted? You knew it'd be harder in Jungkook's clan. Dragons didn't like humans, didn't trust them, and you had to gain their trust which you knew would be harder than anything.

"Y/N, hey.." Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder. "You'll be alright."

"Just because I saved their prince doesn't mean they'll accept me," you told him. "It was my people who got you captured in the first place."

"They're not your people, they were never yours."

"Even so-"

"You have nowhere else to go, Y/N," he cut you off to point out the truth. And not only that but because he didn't want to lose you. Even though he couldn't have you, Jungkook didn't want to lose you. "I can't let you leave."

"I don't want to be dependent on you," you said, looking away with eyes of pain.

"You're going to have to be dependent on me for some time now," he said and your brows furrowed.

"You have six mates, Jungkook," you reminded him and for some reason, hearing the word six brought him a little ache in the heart, as if that should not have happened, as if there should be something...more. "I don't want to impose."

You didn't feel comfortable being in a place where others would judge you regardless of Jungkook being the one to bring you into the clan in the first place. Even he knew that no matter what great words he'd say about you, you'd still get the glares and silent eyes that would tell you that you didn't belong.

And for that, the desire to protect you grew some more.

"Until you heal," he decided, though a little more hesitant, "until you heal, you can choose your life choices. But until then, I want you here. You're hurt because of me and I feel responsible for you so please, stay here until then." It was a firm statement he made you vow to, worried for your health more than anything. You knew he was a stubborn man and you knew that you'd never survive out there without being properly healed so you nodded, agreeing to him after a bit of hesitation.

"Good." He sent you a small lopsided smile. "Are you hungry?"

.

.

Jungkook got his freedom. Not you.

He was their prince, after all, so he belonged and everyone loved him. Whereas you were in another world where society had yet to accept you.

The stares got a bit overwhelming and the anxiety that sat within you was growing more and more as each day passed by. You wondered what they thought of you, what they were saying behind your back, and if they ever wanted you gone. You were sure they did but because of the fact that you were important to their seventh prince, no one dared to say a word. Jungkook was far too important to them and saying something bad about him or someone he cared about would mean belittling the prince himself, as Jungkook stated.

Sometimes you wished he hadn't treated you like someone so special so that you didn't have to keep awake at night wondering what others thought of you. Maybe it would be better if they said things in front of you. Maybe you'd cry like the weak rose you were in front of them but at least you'd know what to fix on, right? Rather than thinking on everything wherever you went, even when you were alone..right?

Most nights you couldn't get a wink of sleep because of all that thinking keeping you from resting. Most nights you'd think back on the village you left, wondering how life would have been if you hadn't escaped, if you hadn't been so insistent on freedom. Because at least you were a human in their eyes despite being an orphan. But to be in a crowd where everyone else was a dragon and you were a weak orphan human was something much worse. You wondered if you'd be happier back in that village now as opposed to living in Jungkook's clan.

But then again, if you hadn't done what you had done, Jungkook would have never gotten his freedom and he'd live a life away from the people he loved, away from a home that was made for him. You'd never want to go back in time before helping him escape free.

But maybe you'd go back to the time right before you climbed onto his back.

If you ever got that chance, you knew you wouldn't climb on top of Jungkook and try to find your own freedom, only to be locked away again in a different world that treated you even worse than the villagers. Because at least the villagers told you upright what they hated about you; your ramblings, the dresses you wore, the way you ate, the way you spoke, almost everything. Because at least you didn't go back to bed overthinking about what they thought of you behind your back, right?

Right?

Most nights you'd cry silently, afraid someone would hear you and be annoyed by it.

Most nights you'd think, either life was difficult. You still went to bed without sleep, overthinking on every little thing. Most nights you'd think, perhaps it would be better if you lived in a world on your own. Sure it'd be lonely but at least you wouldn't be bothering anyone. You'd annoy only one person and that was yourself.

Most nights you went to bed wanting to escape. But you knew that could never happen because you had no wings to carry you up and over those high mountains.

What was worse were the unwelcoming stares from the other six princes, from Jungkook's mates that clearly stated they only allowed you to stay because their beloved Jungkook wanted you there. It was silent, everything was silent, but you understood everything.

It was hard but that was the life. Maybe you never deserved true happiness and freedom. Maybe your whole life was never meant to be pretty. Maybe it was what you deserved.

"I'm sorry."

You looked up at Jungkook as the two of you had been working on grinding up some herbs. It was a task prince Seokjin had given you but Jungkook decided to help out when he came over for his daily visits.

"Why are you sorry?" You asked in confusion, not understanding what he was meaning to say.

"By now you'd be rambling on and on about all sorts of stories and our conversation would consist of little fights here and there so...I'm sorry." He looked up to meet your gaze, eyes so sad in a way you had never seen before. He was sad for you, thinking it was all his fault when you were the one intruding in his clan in the first place.

"Jungkook-"

"And don't tell me that this isn't my fault and try to put the blames on yourself because that isn't right," he cut you off, voice strained as if he was trying to bypass the anger that had been meaning to get to him. "Don't you dare for a second think that it's your fault and think you don't deserve anything because you do, Y/N, you deserve the whole world."

"Kook..." your voice trailed away softly, eyes cast down to the grinder in hand that has become a slow working process with your weakening force of hands.

"Y/N," Jungkook went to hold your hand and you looked up again with a bit of alarm, afraid especially as you met the eyes of the eldest of the prince standing just a few feet away, back from wherever he had gone to. But Jungkook couldn't see him and he held onto your hand a little more tightly when you tried to pry them away. "You kept your promise on freeing me and I've vowed to you to protect you from now on but I haven't been much help."

"Jungkook-"

"But I promise you one day soon, they'll see what I see in you and they'll love you just the way I...-" He cut himself off, not realizing what he had just said while you sat there worried because Seokjin was there, right in the room, and Jungkook had no idea. "Just the way I care for you," the man went on, correcting himself but you couldn't come to try and hear him out. Not with Seokjin in the room. "I'll protect you, I promise. I'll make them like you and I'll make my hyungs see what I see because you're a beautiful rose and you deserve to be seen in that light."

That was it for Seokjin and you watched him step off from the open balcony to transform back into the dragon he was and flew off. Each nest had no stairs, the dragons had no need of that, so basically, you were the only one stuck in if you ever wanted to leave. Not that you could ever.

You looked back down at your hands, one still wrapped in between Jungkook's and slowly, you took it out of his and his eyes fell into a weakened light.

"Don't try to force them, Kook," you sent him a small forceful smile, something he knew was fake. "If they want to accept me, they will. If they don't, they don't."

Oh, how Jungkook wished he could see you genuinely smile again.

.

.

The next day you were called into the castle where you had to travel on foot, tried to ignore the lingering stares from the other dragons, and stood in front of the six older princes without Jungkook in sight.

You were in trouble. Seokjin caught you and you were in trouble.

"You don't belong here, little human."

It was the words of their leader Namjoon that stabbed you hard in the chest, harsher than the actual arrow that almost pierced your heart. You knew you hadn't belonged but to hear the words was a different story.

"This is a place for mighty dragons and you are anything but mighty or a dragon."

"We only allowed you to stay because Jungkook insisted, do you understand?" Yoongi's voice bellowed against the great hall.

You nodded your head, too afraid to speak, too afraid to look up and meet the deadly gazes you knew they were giving you.

"Do not overstay your welcome, human," Seokjin said, his tone spiteful and filled with hate and anger. Your throat clogged up against you, another drop of your heart and the tears hoping to fall as you continuously blinked to keep them away. They'd hear it if you cried, you couldn't look any weaker than you were already to them, it'd just make them scoff and laugh. "Three more nights and you will be healed properly. Leave then."

You nodded once again and they dismissed you and you turned around, walking away in the light of shame, softly and silently just as you had walked in.

The walk back was even more shameful. Jungkook was probably out with a patrol of his own for some hunting and the rest of the dragons took that chance to openly scoff and glare at you as you walked back to where you were staying.

It was only when you reached the bedroom did you finally have the courage to cry. And you let it all out, tears streaming continuously down from your eyes like a river, heart clenched tightly as you hid your face against the pillows to muffle your cries.

If Jungkook had known, if Jungkook had seen you, he would have done something. But Jungkook wasn't there and you knew you couldn't depend on him forever. You didn't belong and that was that. Even he had no power over how he wanted people to treat you. If his six other mates didn't like you, what power did he hold over them? He didn't. He was the youngest of the princes and although everyone loved and respected him, nothing could be changed to their views on you; a mere human, just a poor orphan who belonged nowhere on Earth.

You were a rose that kept growing its thorns much more than her budding petals. And perhaps you'd stay like that for the rest of your life, with the thorns becoming too overwhelming one day soon and you'd be trapped underneath it for life.

Two days.

Two days later, the last night you would have stayed (without Jungkook's knowledge), the youngest of the prince was harmed with a spear thrown at his shoulder while out on a patrol with a few party members.

The whole clan was outraged.

"What happened?" You asked as Jungkook was laid on that same bed you had once woken up to on your first day in the clan. Worry filled your eyes as you clasped your hands together, not able to stand still as you could hear the low grunts and hisses that left your friend's lips.

"Humans did this to him," Jimin uttered.

"See what I mean?" Taehyung spat and your heart fell because to them, a couple of humans meant all humans.

"Y/N.."

You gasped at the call of your name whispered out of the youngest prince and ran to his side. He was quick to take your hand into his, to which you cringed with the sight of the other princes and two other guards in the room altogether.

"It was Jinyoung."

You blinked. "Jin..young...?"

"You know him?" Jungkook grunted, maneuvering for a moment due to the increasing pain and the hold on your hand tightened. "He said it was meant as a warning, he asked for you."

Jinyoung. Your admirer. The man that lusted for you.

He did that to Jungkook?

"What the hell do you mean by a warning?!" Namjoon's voice bellowed and all of a sudden everyone's eyes laid upon you. You shrunk away at his intimidating glare that stood just above you. "You set this up, didn't you?"

Jungkook's eyes shook with alarm. "What? Hyung-"

"Take her away," the leader commanded at the two guards and they were quick to grab you at both sides to which your breath hitched and breathing became staggering. "Lock her up."

"No, I—" You looked to your friend, tears falling from your eyes. "Jungkook!"

He wanted to sit up, to run to your side but the pain that fell upon him kept him from doing so. He couldn't even protest for as much as he wanted and before long, Jungkook cried at the sight of you flying away in the palm of one of the guards that held onto you.

"Jungkook!" You cried again, wanting to reach for him but not being able to.

Bit by bit, little by little, the sight of him disappeared and your heart was clenched shut.

Freedom that had once been so close to you. So close yet so far away.

Gone.

[fishytrouble1]

Sidemen Mafia: Part 2 - An Unplanned Reunion

BehzingaxReader

IMPORTANT: TRIGGER WARNING - mentions of sexual assault and attempted rape, as well as mentions of nightmares due to trauma (although this isn’t overly triggering it may be to some).

You were trying to get some rest in the little alley you had found, however you could not find a comfortable place or way to sleep, You were thankful that you packed a jumper in your small bag when you ran, as you were regretting staying out in the cold.

You tried and tried to rest for at least another hour but it still didn’t work. You decided to pack up and carry on walking; you hoped to find somewhere comfier to rest or at least a place you could sneak into, to sleep in for a night. After packing up you went to exit the alley but before you knew what was happening you pinned against a wall.

You went to fight back but a gun was pressed against your head. You knew if you wanted to, you could get out of this but your fear of death overtook your emotions

“What’s such a cute lass like you doing out here in dark alleys? You never know what creeps might be out here.” He grins whilst slowly sliding his free hand up your leg.

“I was just leaving.” You say trying to walk away but he grabs you and pushes you back against the wall. It was hard enough that it made you hit your head against the wall.

“No you’re not.” He smirks but leans closer and starts kissing you. You try and push away but your attempts were in vain. You could also feel your head hurting more from the blood you felt slowly creeping down to your neck. 

In order to give yourself some time to escape you bit his lip as hard as you could. However much it hurt him it didn’t make him release you.

“Well that wasn’t very kind now.” He frowns in happiness that you tried that. “I think you need to be taught how to treat others with respect.” He throws you to the ground and straddles you. He hits you in the face before trying to pull your jeans down.

Due to the blood loss and utter shock and fear of the situation, all you could manage to do was scream, and hope someone could hear you. You managed to get a few screams out before the stranger muffled your screams with a cloth he pulled from his pocket.

He hit you once again and you couldn’t help but feel like this was going to be it for you. In some ways it was fitting that you escaped your hell, in which you thought would kill you, just to have your life ended whilst you were free.

You close your eyes and wait for him to finish beating you, but you soon felt him being pulled from you.

“Miss, are you okay? Hello, miss?” You heard a man’s voice trying to talk to you as softly as possible. You slowly open your eyes to see a man staring back at you in concern.

“I’m Josh, those two over there are Simon and Harry. And JJ is taking care of the man who was attacking you. We heard you screaming and were worried we wouldn’t make it in time. Do you mind if Harry checks you over, he’s a doctor so he knows what he’s doing.” He smile in a comforting way as he helps you stand up.

You smiled and went to thank them but before you could you felt yourself black out and falling at the same time.

Josh’s P.O.V.

The girl was about to say something but she collapsed before she could. I was lucky I managed to catch her before she hit the ground.

“Harry, help me get her in the car and sit with her. Simon can you wait for JJ and then meet us back at the apartment. We’ll take her there and hope he lets her stay a while to rest up and heal.” 

Me and Harry drive back to the apartment. I carry her into the elevator while Harry is applying pressure tot he wound on her head. I was worried what HE might think about her being here but hopefully he’ll listen to reason.

Making our way in I sneak into a spare bedroom to lay her down and leave Harry to check her over so I can go and talk to him about the situation. I find him sitting in the alcohol bar in the living room, drinking whiskey. He only drinks that if something is troubling him.

“What’s got you drinking whiskey at 1am in the morning?” I go around the bar and stand opposite him whilst waiting for him to tell me.

“There was this girl in my mum’s café today. I don’t know who she is and where she comes from but she was obviously troubled somehow or at least running from something troubling. I offered her a hotel room here for a couple nights but she declined, first girl to not be affected by me at all.” Ethan explains whilst finishing his whiskey, so being the other side of the bar I pour him a drink.

“Wow, a girl managed to avoid your charms how did that happen?” I reply sarcastically. “Ethan, it was bound to happen sooner than later.”

“I know it was just, there was something about her that made me want to make sure she was okay and protect her.” This shocked me as Ethan had never had this type of instant feeling about anyone let alone some strange girl.

“Wow, she must really have been special or different for you to feel like that.” He nods. “Anyways, I might have brought someone back to the apartment that isn’t one of the boys or Talia or Frey.” I tell him.

“Josh, you know how I feel about that.”

“Yeah, that’s why I wouldn’t have done this unless I needed to.”

“Fine, but don’t expect to make this a regular thing.” Ethan says. Just as he finishes his whiskey the other guys enter following behind Harry. They all sit the other side of the bar whilst I start pouring them some drinks.

“How is she doing Harry?” I ask.

“She should be okay but she might wake up with either short term memory loss or slight concussion, but nothing too serious.” Harry explains before taking a vodka shot. Whenever he has to help a female he gets a bit emotional and tends to drink for a few straight hours.

We’re all sat discussing tomorrow’s plans, and how to help the girl in the bedroom when we’re interrupted by screams. Being the people we are all 7 of us rush to the bedroom, me leading knowing which room I put her in.

We enter to see her sat upright with tears coming out of her eyes. She looks at us and moves further back into the bed. But she notices something at the back at the room causing her eyes to widen. We turn to see that Ethan and her were staring at each other like they know each other.

OH MY GOD! This must be the girl he met earlier today at his mum’s café.

“Ethan, what’s going on?” Harry started moving forward to tend to the wound she had re-opened on the back of her head but she grabs the lamp next to the bed side table and throws it at the wall next to Harry, causing him to step back.

I go to talk to her but Ethan moves and sits on the bed, she doesn’t seem to flinch or even care he was there. But what happened next shocked us. She jumped onto him and started crying into his shoulder whilst he held her and stroked her head.

He looked at us and made us leave the room.

“Did he just...?” Vik goes to ask but I shake my head to stop him. I then ushered them all into the bar, where we waited for Ethan to come back out and tell us everything.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I’m now sat in Ethan’s lap crying into his shoulder whilst he’s comforting me. I don’t know why I did that, but for some reason I felt comfortable with him in order to just cry.

“Y/N what’s going on? I didn’t expect to find you here let alone upset and terrified.” Ethan asks, worry evident on his face.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come and cause trouble for you or your friends. It’s just I...” I hesitated before sighing and deciding to tell him everything.

After I explained my night and how I ended up here he just hugged me again.

“I’m sorry I should’ve insisted you stay here in a room. I know what men are like in the city and should’ve tried harder to get you to stay.” He admits looking down  guiltily. I take me hand and lay it on his cheek softly and lift his face to look at me.

“Ethan, it’s not your fault okay. If you’d have insisted it would’ve pushed me into a more dangerous situation then the one I landed in. Anyways I’m fine thanks to your friends out there. Speaking of can you introduce me I kind of want to thank them.” I smile at him as he leans into my touch.

“Of course.” He replies, but before we get him I see him staring at me and I can’t help but to do the same. He leans in and before I knew it we were both engaged in a passionate kiss.

He pulls away and places his forehead against mine. “Well...I didn’t expect that to feel so...”

“Amazing?” You question to finish his sentence, to which he laughs and nods.

“Come on, let me introduce you to the guys.” He grabs my hand and pulls me up before leading me into what I would call an interesting meeting.

END

Part 1

Part 3

[azucanela]

FIRST KISS HEADCANNONS

[ft. hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, yamaguchi tadashi]

SUMMARY: you and the boys have your first kiss and its... well its something. 

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: second hand embarassment, first kiss stuff, season three spoiler

A/N: why do i always simp for emotionally unavailable men? but i like this it makes me happy aksdhkjsha

HINATA SHOYO

as we all know, hinata is an energetic baby

like really energetic, calm tf down man 

anyways there are two possible situations

hinata gets over excited after making a really good spike while practicing with you or maybe he wins a game, and he kisses you.

OR, alternatively, he is blabbering on and on about volleyball and one of his games and you kiss him and hes just like

:O

not experienced, unless you count that one girl in kindergarten. 

he is VERY eager and wants to please you so he’ll probably learn pretty fast but it takes him a while to understand what you like because hes slow

but once he gets it?

oh hes got it

Is all over you 24/7 once you two kiss for the first time

VERY affectionate, this is his love language you cannot stop him

unless you say no, he’ll get sad but he drinks his respect women juice

no matter what, when you two first kiss, he is going to be embarrassed, and instead of an orange he will be a TOMATO

he is going to apologize to you, even if you kissed him, it’ll be awkward no matter what

Y/N didn’t know what she expected studying with Hinata to be like, of course she did believe that there would be actual studying. He had started out by telling her how he could absolutely not fail his upcoming tests, or else he wouldn’t be able to play volleyball, and this turned into more talks about volleyball. And more talks about volleyball. 

It had been about an hour and they had yet to get anything done. 

The way his eyes lit up made her happy, truly. She knew how much volleyball meant to him. When she met him in middle school she saw how desperately to be on a real team, and now that he was its only natural to be excited. Maybe his passion was the reason she liked him so much.

But Y/N really needed him to shut up or else he wouldn’t be playing any volleyball and she would be stuck with his moping. His passion was pretty annoying at the moment.

What better way to shut up your crush than with a kiss? 

It had been an accident, truly. When her lips found his in the midst of one of his speeches about volleyball and how great it felt to actually be playing, she genuinely thought it was the best way to silence him. And she was right. 

She surged forwards, lips meeting his, barely giving him enough time to respond before pulling back. Y/N’s cheeks warmed as she brought the textbook up to cover her face, “we need to work.” 

Hinata’s mouth gaped open.

She kissed him.

She kissed him. 

She kissed him.

Suddenly he’s yanking the textbook down from in front of her face and pulling her forward by the shirt, lips crashing together as she falls forward into his lap with a grunt of surprise. She brings her hands to his shoulders to support herself before pulling away.

This time Hinata is bright red, “I’m so sorry Y/N! I-”

Y/N quickly realized she wouldn’t be comforting him because of volleyball as she leaned forward to kiss him again.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

so um

this mans is either gonna be SCARY SMOOTH

this is mostly by accident, completely unintentional but wow

or you kiss him and he thinks he dreamed that stuff up and tries to like pinch himself in the midst of the kiss while you’re there like ???

will blush but only after the fact not during

has not kissed anyone or thing aside from a volleyball

when y’all kiss the first time he is gonna wanna do it again

and again

and again

hes trying to figure out what you like and hes GOOD AT IT 

very talented despite never having kissed anyone

a quick study

Would definitely want advice from his teammates on kissing, but no one in his year

they’d all bully him, ahem tsukki

aside from bb yamaguchi he’d be like “you can do this!” 

so naturally he goes to the guys who know everything about girls! 

Tanaka and Nishinoya :,)

poor bb

they’d tell him all these bad pick up lines but there are also some valuable lessons learnt from observing his seniors like worshipping the ground you walk on just as they do for kiyoko

Y/N was beginning to regret her decision to babysit with Kageyama. Sure, he was cute. And sure he was nice and adorable and awkward. And sure he was her crush, but he was also distracting and she could only watch one child at a time. He’d asked for her help, and she’d agreed, because what could possibly go wrong? 

A lot, apparently.

They’d managed to get the kids to sleep, and the baby monitor on the coffee table beside them had yet to make a noise. Kageyama had gone to the kitchen, while Y/N sat on the couch, attempting to relax after having dealt with demons that were referred to as children. She watched as Kageyama entered, two mugs in hand, “hot chocolate.” Is all he said.

Y/N smiles at him, her exhaustion evident on her face as she accepts the cup gratefully, “thanks.” She laughs a little to herself, “of course you like hot chocolate.” She mumbled, taking a sip of her drink.

Kageyama tilted his head at her in response, “what do you mean?”

She places her drink on the coffee table, “well its warm chocolate milk. And you love milk.” Came her response. 

He nods in agreement, “I suppose you and milk have something in common.” And Y/N laughs softly at this comment as he sips his milk nonchalantly. 

And then it hits her, causing her to choke on her own drink.

Kageyama didn’t necessarily know how to talk to girls, but with her, it was just easy. Like volleyball, being with her felt like Volleyball. Of course, flirting was something Kageyama had never attempted and he wanted to do it right, so naturally he went to get some advice from some of his teammates. He’d never seen Nishinoya and Tanaka look so happy. Luckily, Sugawara had stepped in before they’d done any permanent damage, and here he was. 

This was not the outcome he expected as he put his own drink down in a panic, eyes wide as he quickly came to her side, patting her back. She coughs once more before speaking, “I’m sorry what. Did I hear you right because-” She paused, realizing how close they were, his hand on her lower back now and her hand on his shoulder.

Kageyama cleared his throat, “can I.. uh can I kiss you?” 

She nearly didn’t respond, voice caught in her throat, but quickly nodded her head when she realized he was awaiting her answer. His other hand came up to her cheek and she met his gaze, nodding once more.

And then they kissed, her hand gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him closer, though it didn’t last long as they broke apart. Y/N beamed at him, laughing happily as she threw her arms around him and buried her head in his neck, his back fell onto the couch as his hands circled her waist, pulling her closer, a soft smiling forming on his face.

Y/N brought her head up from his neck and pressed another kiss to his lips, hand finding its way into his hair. 

“Kageyama, I’m thirsty, could you get me water?”

Kageyama bolted upwards, forehead bumping Y/N’s before she rolled off him and onto the floor, grunting as she made contact and rubbing her likely soon to be bruised head. 

“Oh my god-”

TSUKISHIMA KEI

oh tsukki, honey

he’ll probably kiss you first, and it’ll be be SOFT because this mans is SOFT FOR YOU

this time around it’ll probably be you who won’t shut up and he just kinda

goes for it

or when they beat shiratorizawa and hes deemed MVP he is just so excited he just-

if you get the opportunity to kiss him first he will get SO FLUSTERED but he’ll brush it off

his cheeks are bright red but he’ll pretend they aren’t

he asks sugawara for advice 

he’s a nervous boy but will deny ever talking to sugawara ever in his life if someone brings this up

just wants you to be his partner :,)

yamaguchi bullies him into confessing calls him a whimp and hes like damn yamaguchi got a spine now? yamaguchi definitely ROASTS HIM FOR NOT TELLING YOU AJKSDH

has probably kissed like one person, he’s a decent kisser that picks up signals really well

is smooth, like screw you tsukki my heart cannot HANDLE IT

emotionally available for you and you alone!! and maybe yamaguchi

If it had been anyone else, Tsukishima would’ve told her to shut up and let him walk home in peace. If it had been anyone he wouldn’t have even been here, he would’ve turned right about two blocks ago and headed home.

But it was Y/N, and he hadn’t turned right two blocks ago, instead he’d taken off his jacket and silently handed it to her when he’d noticed she had been shivering. 

And now he was listening to her talk about how stupid their math teacher was and how she was about to fight him for taking a point off even though she had gotten the question right. Her excessive hand gestures nearly hitting him in the face a few times. 

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider coming to Karasuno, honestly this man has the audacity to question my academic ability when I’ve been at the top of his class for-”

“I’m starting to seriously reconsider liking you.” 

A noise of shock escaped her and she faltered in her steps, stumbling forward and nearly falling flat on her face had Tsukishima not caught her.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open as her hands rested on his biceps, and his on her waist, his brow raised as she looked up at him before looking away, red evident on his cheeks as she smirked. “I could say the same.” 

He scoffed, “you just tripped because I told you I liked you.” He leaned closer to her, a small gap separating them, “I’d say you still like me.” 

Y/N raised a brow, “you sound pretty confident.” 

He smirked, hands around her waist pulling her closer before pressing his lips to hers. Her hands rising up to his neck, Y/N breaks the kiss, smiling at him. “God you’re such a nerd.” 

Tsukishima simply rolls his eyes, flicking her forehead as she yelps. 

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI

rip you and him 2020

either you kiss him and he freaks the hell out

or he kisses you and immediately starts apologizing for ever being born 

either way homeboy is gonna freak out

probably kissed a girl in spin the bottle once and nearly cried because of it, but he has very little experience

would tell tsukishima he likes you and get bullied

if he seeks advice he would probably go to tsukishima even though hes just as clueless he just acts cool its a facade

tsukishima would just tell him to quit freaking out over it

“just tell her how you feel, idiot”

he would probably tell you about yamaguchi’s feelings if he thought you felt the same

would likely prefer to suffer in silence with his “unrequited” feelings, than tell you and get rejected

homie does not think you like him like that

he just doesn’t think its possible for an angel like you to like him

hes perfect and deserves everything and would TREAT YOU RIGHT 10/10 he observes nishinoya and tanaka and FOLLOWS THEIR LEAD

first kiss is definitely awkward but once hes comfortable it’ll get better i swear man his game just give him a chance

Y/N was getting tired of this. How many times had she shamelessly flirted with Yamaguchi? How many times had she practically shoved in his face that she liked him. Sure, she hadn’t said. it up front, but she figured her previous tactics would have some sort of effect on him, and they did, he got incredibly flustered, but there was no sign he understood what she was saying.

So what better way to let him know that she liked him than to kiss him? Thats about as forward as you can be? Right? Right. 

As they closed the gym together, she was wondering if maybe this was the best plan. Maybe he didn’t like her back, maybe this would ruin their friendship, maybe it was better to just... not.

Y/N watched as he locked the gym doors, turning to her, “alright, all done,” his freckled cheeks were pink as he continued, “thanks for staying behind to help me.” 

She smiled softly at him, nodding, “of course.” Y/N extended her hand to him, “shall we?” 

He looked away as he grasped her hand, trying to his the deepening red of his cheeks as she pulled him along for their walk. Or at least, what he thought was their walk, because she yanked his hand, effectively pulling him closer to her and allowing her to press her lips to his.

His brain seemed to short circuit as his eyes widened, and she quickly pulled away, “I’m sorry.” She laughed awkwardly as she stared at him, releasing his hand. “We should probably go...” She trailed off avoiding his gaze.

Yamaguchi quickly realized he needed to do something, quickly reaching forward to grab her hand, causing him to stumble and fall, bringing her down with him. He grunted as his back hit the pavement, Y/N falling on top of him, their heads knocking together causing her to groan. He opened his mouth, at a loss for words, as she pushed up on his chest, trying to get up, but he pulled her back down. “What the hell Yamaguchi?” 

He swallowed nervously, “can you- do you think you could kiss me again?” He mumbled.

Y/N’s mouth gaped open, though it soon turned into a smirk, “of course I can.”

[kaylorrehabcenter]

Rating Every Song on Fearless Based on How Gay it is

Hello friends! I still have a few song analyses in the pipeline (and one on Lover the album) but today in honor of Fearless (Taylor’s Edition) being announced and Love Story being released in a few hours I thought I’d do something fun to celebrate!

And you know what? Fuck my usual disclaimer, I am the word of god here. Try and change my mind about any of these. I dare you. (I kid I kid this isn’t that serious and you’re free to disagree <3)

1. Fearless 15/10

Everything about this song is so fucking gay oh my god. This isn’t a fruit, this is a whole ass edible arrangement. As a small rural town Gay (my hometown has a population of less that 4,000 and where I’m living now has a population of 2,500) this uh. Hits.

“And I don't know how it gets better than this/You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless”

Y’ALL

The idea of falling in love with someone who makes you less afraid of your homophobic small town…….it’s getting to me.

“My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but/You pull me in and I'm a little more brave/It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really something/It's fearless”

This is making me emotional, I'll be honest. I see so much of my friends and my experience in high school in this song. 

This quote I found on genius is from when the album was released on BMR’s website.

“When I wrote ‘Fearless,’ I wasn’t dating anyone. I wasn’t even in the beginning stages of dating anybody. I really was all by myself out on tour and I got this idea for a song about the best first date. I think sometimes when you’re writing love songs, you don’t write them about what you’re going through at the moment, you write about what you wish you had. So, this song is about the best first date I haven’t had yet.”

This just screams baby Tay writing gay folklore to me, about the gay stories she wish she had. Notice how there are no pronouns in this song??? Fruity I’m telling you.

All that to say. I’m crying because the linear note says “I loved you before I met you” and I want to go listen to Long Story Short and cry now.

2. Fifteen 1/10

Objectively pretty straight as she’s singing about her and Abigail’s dating boys in HS. And Taylor got with a senior guy. Good for her I suppose.

Unless he was one of the shitty ones in which case.

“This is life before you know who you're gonna be”

This however, is a cute line and the whole song makes me warm and nostalgic. You can also hear her crying after the line “and Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind” which makes me emo and I’m sure will take on new depth after Abigail’s divorce and hurt me even more.

Other highlights that make me sob include.

“When all you wanted was to be wanted/Wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now/Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday/But I realized some bigger dreams of mine”

Bigger dreams of hers indeed :’)

(Also how can you say she’s a gold star lesbian when this song exists. She was obviously dating boys in high school and even if you think she’s a lesbian. Comp het is a hell of a drug kids.)

3. Love Story 8/10

Tried to change the ending indeed.

This is THE Taylor Swift song, and maybe it’s the nostalgia talking but damn I still love it. Written because she wanted to change the ending of Romeo and Juliet (how anyone likes RandJ enough to want to rewrite I have no clue.) and/or because her parents didn’t approve of a guy she was seeing. (according to genius, it would’ve been too early for Joe J so it could possibly be Boys Like Girls frontman, his image did clash with hers and they did release some cute songs together. However if you want my take it’s probably folklore about Emily, take for what you will)

This song has very oft gay vibes with the ‘They don’t approve of our love angle!’ but uses male pronouns so points redacted for that. HOWEVER this is a very early use of ~the male perspective~ in Taylor’s songs and for that it deserves all the love.

“ So I sneak out to the garden to see you/We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew/So close your eyes/Escape this town for a little while”

More rural town angst!!!

Nothing gets me more than rural town angst.

“Romeo, save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel/This love is difficult, but it's real”

Originally the lyric was “this love is different”. Granted I do not remember the source, i’s just lore implanted into my brain, but make of that what you will.

“"Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone/I love you, and that's all I really know/I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress/It's a love story, baby, just say "Yes"”

Marry me Juliet from the male perspective :)

Also worth noting. This is Karlie’s (and Kim K’s lmao) favorite Taylor song which. While basic as hell. Makes this cover sad as hell to this former Kaylor. (thanks @swiftgron-get-married for the tears <3)

Also not to make this about a man AGAIN but the secret message is “Some day I’ll find this” AND SHE DID IM CRYING.

4. Hey Stephen 1/10

The one thing Camilla Cabello and I have in common is loving this song, so I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

This song is very painfully straight.

How can you think this woman is a gold star lesbian.

The only noteworthy thing is that this is one of the few songs she confirms who it’s about. The secret message is “Love and Theft” which is the name of a country music duo who went on to open her Fearless tour. Which, does make me side eye this song a little bit.

Still a cute song.

“Hey Stephen, boy, you might have me believing/I don't always have to be alone”

5. White Horse 1/10

Oh look. It’s track five. 

You know maybe this is just me being a bitch but in my ranking of track fives this is. Pretty low. Maybe on the bottom.

Like I don’t have a lot to say about it. 

She’s going through it over a guy. He was a cheating dickweazel. 

“'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale/I'm gonna find someone someday/Who might actually treat me well”

“Try and catch me now, oh/It's too late/To catch me now”

These lines hit though!!

And she found Joe!! Who treats her well!!!! And she isn’t the princess, she’s the prince who dropped her sword and knocked on her door!!! But this time if they come for them she’s ready!!!

Yes I will make every song about Long Story Short <3

6. You Belong With Me 5/10

Ah yes. The other THE Taylor Swift song.

You know. If I went to a high school with a cheerleading squad. And I had a crush on a cheerleader. I would blast this song. So for that it gets a 5/10. Otherwise. Fairly straight and fairly iconic.

7. Breathe 8/10

Well. We know this one is about a woman. (Emily Poe for those not in the know. Ha. A rhyme!) That alone has an 8/10. And it’s the first time she has a featured artist so bonus points for that!

It was nominated for a Grammy and it fucking lost to Jason Mraz. When’s the last time you thought about Jason Mraz.

I will not have Kaylor feels on a fucking Fearless song but damn is it VERY easy.

“Never a clean break, no one here to save me/You're the only thing I know like the back of my hand”

“It's 2 A.M, feeling like I just lost a friend/Hope you know it's not easy, easy for me”

Also this bridge? Goes off. HIGHLY underrated. 

8. Tell Me Why 3/10

You know. Maybe this album isn’t as gay as I once thought.

This song does bop though, not as good as her other angry songs on this album. But I can vibe with this you know. Why are you being an asshole mysterious man.

“You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day”

This has to be one of baby Tay’s best burns. Damn. 

“Why do you have to make me feel small/So you can feel whole inside?/Why do you have to put down my dreams/So you're the only thing on my mind?”

Men ain’t shit kids. However, bonus points for the shade. 

9. You’re not Sorry 1/10

Ok, ok. Maybe this was a foolish endeavor.

Because yet again we have a very straight song. A good song. That was on Taylor’s episode of CSI. But oh dear. Very straight. Gets a measly one point. We started this post off so very very gay but damn. We seem to be nearing the end on a very straight note.

10. The Way I Loved You 20/10

Hey Remember what I said about this album being very straight.

WELL THAT WAS A LIE.

Is this a comphet album or am I projecting.

This is one of my favorite baby gay Taylor songs. Her masterful use of pronouns (he is sensible! And so incredible! And all my single friends are jealous! But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, when it was two am and I was cursing your name!) makes the other person she’s singing about completely vague, while we know she isn’t happy with whichever guy she’s dating.

Mayhaps an early reaction to PRomances?

Either way this song is so good, truly an underrated gay gem I mean. Look at it.

“Breaking down and coming undone/It's a roller coaster kind of rush/And I never knew I could feel that much/And that's the way I loved you”

AND THE BRIDGE. Do all of her gay songs just have kickass bridges?

“He can't see the smile I'm faking/And my heart's not breaking/'Cause I'm not feeling anything at all/And you were wild and crazy/Just so frustrating/Intoxicating, complicated/Got away by some mistake and now…”

Damn. I’m imaging this with 2020 vocals and fucking ascending.

Also please watch the live performance of it from the Fearless tour. It’s such a damn shame this got cut from the movie and some woman in the front row is wearing a cowboy hat. Everyone is holding up those cameras everyone had to have before smartphones. Taylor is being endearing. It’s a good time.

11. Forever and Always 6/10

Bonus points for the ~drama~ of it all. Added last minute to the album? The iconic throwing of the chair in live performances?? All of it very dramatique and for that we stan.

Still pretty straight.

Also Joe Jonas responded to the song and why do I find his response so damn funny. “It’s part of being a musician, I guess. You write songs about each other.”

This is another song where the idea of Taylor’s grown up vocals on this is………..whew

12. The Best Day 0/10

This gets zero points because it’s about her literal mom.

Still makes me cry.

God bless Andrea Swift indeed

13. Change 13/10

We start the official tracklist with a gay song. We end it with a gay song.

We will ignore that it was originally written for Scott and BMR and instead induct it into the hall of gay pride anthems, as it should be. 

“We're getting stronger now, finding things they never found/They might be bigger but we're faster and never scared/You can walk away, say we don't need this/But there's something in your eyes says we can beat this”

“This revolution, the time will come/For us to finally win/And we'll sing hallelujah, we'll sing hallelujah”

The music video is cringe though lol

14. Jump then Fall 10/10

This song is gay because I choose it to be. <3

Like. Picture baby Taylor writing this song and playing it on her guitar to a girl she has a crush on telling her that she’ll protect her and they’ll be safe and in love and happy together. Gah, maybe I’m ~projecting~ but this sweet ass song always gets me and is EASILY in my top five Taylor songs. Super underrated and hecking cute. 

“We're on the phone and without a warning/I realize your laugh is the best sound/I have ever heard”

Like. Look at this shit.

“I watch you talk, you didn't notice/I hear the words but all I can think is/We should be together”

Tell me this is about the first time you get a crush on a girl and she’s your best friend and she’s amazing and beautiful and you realize you kinda want to kiss her and you hope she wants to kiss you too.

“I had time to think it oh, over/And all I can say is come closer/Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me”

And she’s the Romeo who's going to protect her!!!!! She’s the knight in shining armor in this song and I love that for her??

“The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet/I'll catch you, I'll catch you/When people say things that bring you to your knees/I'll catch you/The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry/But I'll hold you through the night until you smile”

I won’t divulge into full on analysis here because. This is what this post is about but PLEASE listen to this song more. It’s such a gay little gem.

15. Untouchable 9/10

How does she make a cover sound gay.

It sounds so gay.

“You got to come on, come on, say that we'll be together/Come on, come on, little taste of heaven”

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

16. Forever and Always Piano Version 1/10

This song gets 1/10 because I don’t like it. There. I said it.

17. Come in With the Rain 3/10

I can see why this is a bonus track. It doesn’t hit me as much as the other songs on the album.

But damn if I don’t want to scream sing this one driving down a high way.

18. Superstar 7/10

You can’t tell me this song is about a man. I simply won’t entertain the idea.

You cannot prove to me that this song is about a man. There is not a male pronoun in sight. 

>:)

19. The Other Side of the Door 6/10

Is this song about having a fight about being in the closet? Probably not. Will my gay little brain make it about that? Yep!

And that, funky little queer pals, is my gay rating of every Fearless song. Like and subscribe, #t3atmidnight

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch.10)

Thanks to everyone who sent me messages and didn't despair to see another chapter. I have already two chapters fully written and I'm onto the 12th one. So, yeah. Sorry for the wait, my medication kind of made me numb and sucked all of my creativity.

Also, I have reached 400 followers! *cry profusely* Thanks so much to everyone who followed me.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Préviously: Thea was attacked by Jean during the last test with Hank. Nemesis and Thea mentally travelled to somewhere to Vormir and followed a little girl who carried the soul stone. As she sacrificed herself and dropped it from the mountain, Nemesis seized, then Thea, who couldn't let them suffer in silence.

Words: 2400

TW: blood, mention of self harm

Hank wasn’t okay at all. He rubbed his temples and focused on his breathing.

Inhale. Exhale.

The buzzing noise coming from the machine next to him wasn’t soothing anymore. He felt each second go by and his heart strained to remain calm.

There had been times when he thought he’d give up. Times of uncertainties like this one. It was what the X-Men had to deal with every day. It was what the cape of hero and superhero meant for them. A burden getting heavier every time they fought a villain.

Were they going to make it? Would they able to save everyone? Was it worth it at the end?

Their powers meant a responsibility that none of them had wanted. Other normal civilians expected them to save them and use all their abilities for the good cause, but what about what they wanted. To live a normal life in a world where people would welcome them without judgement. Or at least they’d try to hide it.

Hank shook his head and rubbed his temples.

He dreaded the moment when the newest generation would have to choose too. To stay here with them and become a x-men or go outside, in the real world and hide what they truly were forever.

Many chose to stay. Now more than ever. The mutant representatives in Congress, besides him, had seen how sour the situation was turning. After Sokovia, general Ross has tried to rope the president into signing the Accords. A new way to control mutants and to rate them as animals from what they consider being the most powerful to the least.

There was no doubt that Ross wanted to gather as much intel as he could in order to use them. Like a Pokemon trainer, he’d have all of their personal information and powers in hand ready to single them out and use them as war machines.

“Are you okay?”

Hank repressed a sigh and smiled tiredly at Scott, who looked as exhausted as him.

“I could ask you the same.”

Scott shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. Although he couldn’t see his eyes, Hank could tell he was staring at Jean’s unconscious body.

“You can approach her if you want.”

Scott hesitated. He started moving forward before stopping himself as if there was an invisible wall in front of him. Hank looked at him quizzically.

“Logan told me what happened,” Scott whispered. He averted his eyes and uncrossed his arms.

Hank waited for him to continue.

“Is it true that she tried to kill the girl?”

Hank kept his silence.

“Fuck, Jean…” Scott shook his head and walked closer to her. This time he didn’t stop until he was next to her bed. He sat next to her and held her hand. “Is the girl, okay?”

“Physically, yes.”

“And mentally?”

Hank stood up slowly. He rearranged Xavier’s cover on his body and walked to the door.

“She came here looking for answers and a refuge. All she found was someone who attempted to kill her twice.”

Hank closed the door behind him and walked to Xavier’s personal office. It was by far the most comfortable place in the academy and the closest to the infirmary. He didn’t want to leave to his own quarter and miss if something happened.

He let his legs transport him to the couch near the French windows and he fell on his back. He groaned when his back cracked and tried his usual deep breathing exercise. He inhaled and exhaled trying to let his thought go and find his safe place.

As he was about to find his peace, a familiar fire-like cercle slowly appeared in the middle of the office.

Hank closed his eyes and counted to ten.

“Need some?”

Hank stretched his hand to where Dr. Strange would be and grabbed a box filled with chocolates. His favorites. Made in Swiss with hazelnut and salted caramel.

Hank opened the box and popped a chocolate. He groaned as the sugary flavor burst on his tongue. He also mentally thanked Strange for letting him enjoy his snack before getting to the reason of his visit. If Hank knew anything about Strange, whatever he had to say would be terrible, would demand probably more efforts and involvement than Hank liked and there will be no true gratification. Unless they had to save the world…

He chuckled at the thought.

No one went to the X-Men to save the world.

Nope.

The Avengers maybe, but never the X-Men. They were relegated to earthly threats. And by earthly he meant the US, and if Ross had his way they’d be already on a leash as he’d send them overseas intruding into countries they had no business to be in and to spy on foreign government secrets.

“Lay it on me, Doc.” He said followed by a deep sigh.

When Strange left him, Hank fell easily asleep. A deep, perturbated sleep where a huge serpent roamed the universe, eating each and every single planets and stars until it got to the Earth.

Hank stood still, petrified. The dream repeated itself on a loop. It didn’t matter how many times he tried to escape, fight back…everything felt so real and vivid. He could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, the fear bubbling in him ready to burst and the tension in his muscles as the invincible threat arrived. How could they defend their planet against this behemoth of a being?

No matter how many times he tried to control these dreams. Death. Destruction. Pain. All of these awaited them.

Unless…his last dream shifted into something new. Hank hoped it was something different. He only needed a hint of hope and he’d hold on tight. As tight as he could until the end. Because if there were a way for the Earth to be saved. He’d do anything.

Although Strange had sounded skeptical about any positive outcome, Hanks last dream anchored him.

The serpent hovered in front of the Earth mouth wide open. As it was to eat the planet, a feminine body appeared in a flash in front of him. Them. Anyone there to witness humanity’s doom.

The light surrounding her dimmed enough for Hank to recognize her. As he breathed out her name, the serpent stroke.

Thea, eyes stuck on Hank, raised one arm toward the serpent and batted it away. Just like that. As it was a mere insect. Its disappearance was sudden and without any commotion. Hank could hear screams of joy around him, but he didn’t care. All of his attention was on Thea.

She dropped her arm down, interlaced her fingers together and breathed into her two intertwined hands.

Hank swore he could hear her breath from within him. He felt the warm breath on his skin and his lungs something warm and delicious expanded in his chest. Hank felt tears coming down his cheeks. He let them roll as long as the felicity he felt could travel through him forever.

When he woke up, there were a few dried tears on his face and he wore a smile he didn’t remember having. First thing after checking on Jean and Xavier, Hank went to Thea’s room only to see her already awake. He stood at the door, feeling awkward. The dream contrary to his usual ones didn’t fade away as soon as his wake up and he felt a bit bad.

Thea was here for guidance, not for him to put all of his hope. He watched unsure as she examined her hands thoroughly. Like she’d never seen them before. Thea rose her hands in front of her face and turned them, eyes staring at each digit, intrigued.

The longer he watched her, the more he felt like an intruder. He stopped himself from fidgeting and put his hands in his pockets.

Then, Hank cleared his throat.

He didn’t expect Thea’s violent reaction. She jumped out of the bed and fell on the floor. Hank ran by her side only to be met by a strange scene. Thea was now staring at her legs like she didn’t know she had some before. She approached slowly her hand to her thigh and caressed her skin softly. The hand barely met her thigh that she flinched away.

“Thea?” Hank asked, worried. He watched her face carefully. The lack of oxygen in her brain may have cause amnesia. Something that didn’t appear in his thorough test. He cussed at himself. He should have seen it come. No one could live through that much trauma in one day and achieve a 100% recover.

Thea was still prone on the floor. She didn’t reply nor acknowledged his presence. Hank reached her slowly, trying not to make her jump and waved his hand in front of her eyes. The reaction was immediate. Thea looked at him quickly and stared at him, confused. Almost as confused as he was feeling. Only, she didn’t seem to recognize him at all.

“Thea? Do you know who I am?”

She looked at his lips, eyebrows furrowed. She opened her mouth to talk, which had Hank already sighing in relief. A small sound barely escaped her mouth before she pressed both of her hands on her mouth. Her entire face morphed from confusion to shock. She leaped to her feet. Or at least tried to. She seemed like a baby doe trying to walk for the first time. She wasn’t stable on her feet nor looked as if she understood the simple concept of walking.

Hank raised his arm to help her in case she fell but she managed to go to the bathroom alone. She stopped dead in her track in front of the mirror. She was half-way in the bathroom, standing still.

Hank stayed near her in case…in case…he didn’t know. She could have a meltdown, fall and hit her head on the floor or…

Hank pressed one of his hands on his chest and coached himself to breath deeply. Now wasn’t the moment for a panic attack. He could do it.

The seconds stretched to minutes. Thea was frozen, staring at her reflection straight at her reflection, hands balled next to her body, and Hank was on the verge of giving up and leading her back to her room. He walked closer to her. Thea surged forward, closer to the mirror and grabbed her hair pulling it tightly. She grumbled unintelligently. She touched, patted her cheeks, lips, eyelashes, making Hank cringe.

He rushed to her side and restrained her hands. As soon as he touched her, she went limp. He took a second to take his breath and pulled her closer.

Then everything went to shit. It all happened in a blur. Thea shrieked pushing Hank away. She used Hank momentary lack of reaction to get to the cabinet underneath the sink and grabbed a pair of scissors. She barely considered the tool before raising it to her neck.

“No! Wait!” He let out, unable to move.

She didn’t spare him a look and started slicing her neck. A small rivulet of blood traveled on her dark skin.

Hank made a move to stop her. A blue blur appeared next to Thea and teleported her. Hank swirled around when he heard Diablo reappearing behind him.

“Hank! Help me! I can’t restrain her alone.” He grunted under the effort. Diablo was kneeling on the bed and pining Thea by the hands, letting her legs totally free to jerk him away.

Hank didn’t move. He wasn’t sure he could.

“Fuck! What’s happening here?” Logan said as he ran into the room. He didn’t stop to take in the scene and went directly to help Diablo.

They restrained her in a matter of minutes.

Logan and Diablo discussed together over what to do while. Or that’s what Hank thought they discussed about. All he could hear was his heart and Thea’s shrieks. Everything else felt blur. He didn’t even dare move in case he’d faint or worse, have a meltdown in the middle of the room.

He didn’t even notice that Diablo and Logan led him outside the room and back to Xavier’s office. The silence in the corridor was deafening. He could still hear Thea’s scream and could still see her blood on her skin.

“Here? Drink this?” Hank grabbed the glass from Logan and drank everything in one go. The bitterness of the alcohol didn’t made him flinch. He barely could taste the liquid on his tongue, let alone feel its effect.

“I’ll…I’ll check on Xavier and Jean,” Diablo said quickly.

“Tell Hel’ and Malicia to check up on Thea.”

“B-both?”

“Hel’ is the best when it comes to healing and combat, so she’ll be able to restrain Thea in case anything goes south. And Malicia would be able to take Thea’s powers, were they to manifest. Last thing we want is a powerful and traumatized enhanced running around.”

“But what…” Diablo swallowed. “Wha-what about their “animosity”?”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “animosity?”

“It has come to my attention that they had a lover spat and none of them wanted to work together. It never ends well.”

Logan raised his eyes to the ceiling. “I fucking hate these kids,” he muttered, then louder. “I don’t care Diablo. Tell them their asses are on the line and since Xavier and Jean are out, I’m the director here.”

Diablo nodded quickly. “Do I have to use your words specifically or…”

Logan growled, making Diablo squealed and disappear.

“Should have stayed in my forest.” He muttered to himself. “Lover spat, my ass. They love to fight as much as they love to make up…’ve to burn my eyes to forget…”

Logan shuddered and grimaced. “Argh, I think I need it more.” He said, taking a sip on from the bottle of rum. “This place is at that of becoming a brothel. I’m not paid enough.”

Hank huffed in agreement. The sound brought Logan’s attention to him. He crouched in front of the couch where they sat Hank down and peered into his eyes for a few seconds before nodding.

“Whenever you’re ready…” Logan muttered as he sat down on the floor and leaned back on his elbows, legs crossed.

Hank’s brain raked everything that happened for the past few hours and decided to start with Strange. It was the easiest that way.

When he opened his mouth, the sun was already high in the sky, Logan was now laying on the rug, awake, as if it was normal, and the screams were now faded in his mind.

“Dr. Strange came to see me today…”

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[itstittycitybaby]

From the Ashes We Are Born (Part 7)

A/N: Finally we’ve made it to part 8! I apologize for the wait just been dealing with things but here we are! Thank you so much for your love and support throughout this series I really appreciate it.

You knew V was either going to be livid or disappointed at what was currently smothering you in the shadow gallery. There hadn’t been a discussion about pets in the gallery so technically you weren’t breaking the rules right? He was a mountain of a dog; he reached up to your hip and his hair shed everywhere. The moment you saw the dog spread across V’s beloved sofa you almost had a heart attack. Oh, you were in for it now. Hopefully V wouldn’t be too upset about the hair that littered the couch and the big friendly dog. What were you supposed to do anyway? The poor thing was wailing loud enough that you were afraid that chancellors men were going to find it. Unbeknownst to V, you figured out the latch on the bedroom window and snuck out into the night. The dog’s soft whines led you to him and that’s how you got a scrape on your arm once it tackled you and licked your face. He was intimidating considering his mountain of a size but he was a gentle giant. He reminded you of V. Scary as hell but a sweet angel underneath it all. The dog had a worn collar around his neck but no tag. Your fingers were numb from the cold streets of London and the rough material of the collar didn’t help either. “C’mon,” you cooed, setting a fast pace for the dog to follow. You’d be thoroughly fucked if a henchman caught you. Your shoes thumped underneath the cobblestone and the dog’s little click of the paws were the only thing you heard as you made your way back to the gallery.

You paced as you waited for your masked lover to come home. Nerves made you jittery as you moved around the kitchen. The dog watched you curiously, his head tilted as he watched you loose your mind. V would ask how you left the gallery in the first place. The bedroom window wouldn’t be able to open once V found out. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he glued the damn thing to keep you from leaving. “It’s dangerous out there darling,” he said one night, trying to convince him to let you out. It was snowing that night, the white puffs fell from the sky gracefully. You grumbled in reply much to V’s amusement. The dog’s tail wagged as he looked at you. He was smiling at you as you stood there debating the poor thing’s fate. Your masked boyfriend was kind and gentle. V’s voice was soft spoken unless he was excited about his next anarchist plans, or was cheerful that day. Surely he would have sympathy for a dog. Right?

“Where is my love?” Shit. The clock blinked 3:23. You almost dropped your favorite mug in your hands. The dog perked up as it heard V. His tail wagged happily and his big jaws grinned and his eyes twinkled. “In here,” you yelled, cursing softly at the voice crack. V’s footsteps hurried. Have you been hurt? “Darling?” Panicking, your fingers clutched the dog’s collar as you forced him behind you, right as V turned the corner. The fluttering in your heart never seemed to stop once you saw V. It had been a year since being with him and yet here you were still enraptured by the man. God, you felt like stupid teenager all over again. His head cocked to the side. You missed the man and his grinning mask. He’d been busy, staying out late and sleeping for a couple hours and then heading out. V’s head would sink like a scolded child when you saw the wounds he was trying to hide. “Is everything alright?” “Yea,” you replied a bit too cheerfully. Fuck, I’m a bad liar. V’s eyes narrowed a bit under the mask. His lips tugged into a small frown. Your blood ran cold as he raked his eyes over your figure. More importantly, what you were trying to shield from him. “Darling,” he started, “what did you do?” You grinned sheepishly, shuffling in front of the friend you had made. “U-uhhh,” you stammered. You knew you couldn’t hide anything from V, let alone a giant dog that was trying to wiggle it’s way from your grasp. 

“My little minx has brought something home,” he commented. “Uh..No.” V sighed. “Darling I can see the paws of a dog between your legs.” On cue, the dog wiggled from your grasp and pounced on V. A little yelp of surprise came from V as the dog stood on its hind legs and started attacking his mask with kisses. “Down,” V demanded between breaths, snapping his fingers. You giggled, once again catching V’s attention. Once the beast’s hunger had been slain (V’s words not yours) did V turn to you. The dog was oblivious to the obvious tension in the air. “Okay just hear me out,” you started, clasping your hands together and giving your boyfriend the best puppy eyes you could muster. V crossed his arms. He was amused at your efforts of keeping something so trivial as a beast from him. Let alone in his own home. “I heard him crying out there in the cold and I didn’t want him to get hurt! Look he’s so skinny that his ribs are showing V,” you exclaimed waving your arms around. V did admit he was admired by your stubbornness and you did look quite adorable looking so passionate. That was until it struck him. You left the shadow gallery. His clever little minx found a weak spot in the gallery. V was a little disappointed that you had left. His love knew the rules and how dangerous it was to leave without him by his darling’s side. “Darling, how exactly did you manage to get the dog?” 

Oh you were fucked. The question that you were waiting for. The grimace that pulled onto your face said it all. V sighed, his curtain of hair following the shakes of his head. “Show me.” Your head sunk low.  The dog licked your fingers wanting to be pet. Your heart hurt as you realized this would be the last time you pet the sweet thing. Giving his ears one last scratch you left the kitchen as V and the dog followed your lead.

V was impressed. Your efforts into saving just a dog on the cold harsh streets of London made him chuckle. More importantly, how you managed to squeeze you and the beast through the bedroom window. A huff of amusement left him once you showed him how you managed your great escape. The window was big enough for you to wiggle your way through. “I hope you do realize my love, the consequences of this.” A sad smile graced your lips. “I know V,” you muttered. You glanced at the sweet dog, grinning at the both of you who was oblivious to its fate. He sat between the both of you with his tongue dangling out of his mouth. “He is a charming one,” V said as he followed your gaze. You perked up a bit. Hope bubbled in your chest. Your eyes pleaded with his. V smiled underneath his mask. “Is there something you’d like to ask darling,” he asked smugly. Watching you squirm and be teased under his wavering gaze made him laugh. “C’mon V,” you whined, a pout gracing your lips. “You know what I want.” V cocked his head, “I’m afraid not my darling.” You huffed in frustration especially at the mock of innocence in his tone. “Use your words.” You felt your cheeks heat up a bit. Huffing, you mumbled, “canwepleasekeepthedog?” 

“Klaus,” V hissed. It had been a week since the beast had become a part of the household. Klaus was good for the most part, however V grumbled everytime he had to clean the hair from the couch. Klaus looked up from his spot on the bed. Next to him his darling slept peacefully blissfully unaware at the predicament V was in. The dog side eyed him and let out a huff. V stood there dumbfounded. Of all things he did not expect a dog to have an attitude. V grabbed the dog by the collar and gently shoved him off. He grumbled at the awful hair on his side of the bed. The sheets and blankets had just been cleaned and already they were dirty again. V looked at Klaus again who just smiled proudly and wagged his tail. He let out a sigh and pet him before he slipped into bed with his darling. 

It was noon when you woke up. V’s spot was empty and Klaus was nowhere to be found. The sight of hair on V’s side of the bed made you cackle. He would grumble about it during lunch you were sure of it. The thought made you snicker even harder. Trudging out of bed with a blanket wrapped around your body, you left the room. The crackle and the heat from the fireplace made you hurry. Winter had always been harsh in London but in the shadow gallery it was absolute hell. Once you reached the living room your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend and Klaus. V sat on the couch, book in hand, and Klaus stretched over his lap. You laughed. V closed his book and looked at you. “Good afternoon love,” he said. You grinned, “I see you and Klaus have been getting along well.” As if on cue Klaus let out a loud snore. “You could say that,” your boyfriend replied, “though he has a talent for leaving his hair around the place.” You rolled your eyes. “He’s a dog V.” The masked vigilante just huffed in retaliation. “Yet, my darling, you brought him home.” “Yes, my darling, but you were the one who named him,” you bantered. “Klaus is a charming name,” V replied. “I know honey,” you said, leaning over giving him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m gonna fix something to eat. Want anything?” “I’ll do it dove,” V replied, trying to get up from the couch. You rolled your eyes. You appreciated V’s sentiment, you really did, but V deserved to be pampered too. Klaus woke up and side eyed the masked man. You laughed as V struggled to gently push the dog off of him. Klaus was too heavy to move and stubbornly refused to do so. V sighed as the predicament got hair onto his clothes. “You’re a bit occupied V,” you giggled. He sighed, “It seems so my darling.” Giving your boyfriend one last kiss and a kiss to Klaus’ head you left the kitchen to prepare a meal for you and the one you truly loved.  

[kiribaku-queen]

Home [7/10]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Kirishima x reader

Fluff, angst, werewolf!au

Word count: 4.7K

A/N: I’m so sorry if some scenes seemed rushed! I had a bit of a brain fart and procrastinated a lot. I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging and really wanted to put this chapter out. Excuse the mess of a chapter and enjoy the ride! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! 

Summary: Being called the beauty of the clan isn’t as nice as it sounds. The beauty of the clan is supposed to exude confidence, power, and well, beauty. You were quite the opposite, only possessing one of those traits. Yet, the older you got, the more you fit into the role you were given. After your brother and all the boys of age come back from their training period, it was time to find a mate. But who will steal your heart? Is it Bakugou, the rising leader of the pack, or is it Kirishima, the personal guard and the strongest in the pack?

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This whole break up thing was not easy on Bakugou. He would be watching TV. Bored. Patrolling the boarders. Bored. Trying to study new strategic plans. Bored. Training with the guys. Bored. Everything was boring without you by his side. And because he is so bored with everything that he does, that gets him angrier and more irritated than usual. Especially, with his new personal guards. Bakugou was having a harder time now that Kirishima wasn’t by his side. Kirishima knew him inside and out. He knew what he liked, how he wanted things, and how to do everything. But all these new guards were incompetent, and he didn’t want to spend all his days telling them what to do. Kirishima already knew and he knew how to get the job done without even asking.

His irritation wouldn’t be complete without mentioning Uraraka. She would still follow him around all day like she had nothing else better to do. He thought he could make it work with her. He really did. He tried so hard to ‘fall in love’ with her. They would go on dates, and by dates, he means following her around while she shops. They would have dinner together; her just talking about herself the entire time. He would take her to clan meetings with all the leaders; she dozed off and didn’t pay attention the entire time. It was annoying. She was annoying. The more he tried, the more he knew that they were never going to work out.

When he was with you, there was never a dull day. With you, everyday was filling with laughter, jokes, cuddles, sneaking out and doing stuff they weren’t really supposed to. With you, it was fun and exhilarating. When you would go on dates, there was never enough time in the day to do everything you guys wanted to do. And it was never just one person decides what they do the entire day. You both figured out what you wanted to do together. When you would have dinner together, it would always be in front of the TV, laughs and food being thrown at each other. But the best part was cooking the meal together. He was best cook out of the both of you so he would always teach you a new recipe. His favorite part about cooking together is you messing up and throwing a fit when you burn even the slightest bit of food. And when he took you to meetings, he was always surprised when you had something to say. But it was always insightful comments that made the leaders of the clan praise Bakugou for finding such an intelligent woman. When you spoke out, he found that so sexy. But now it was all gone. All those days he enjoyed and woke up looking forward to the day is gone down the toilet. Now he wakes up dreading what awaits him beyond his bedroom door.

It was another day of patrol. Bakugou hated being stuck inside all day every single day. So he opted for tagging along on today’s patrol pack. This way, not only does this give him something to do, but also to get away from Uraraka for once. When he left, she still insisted on accompanying him but he ran away so fast that she didn’t have a chance to run after him. Him and the pack checked the whole perimeter of the area, weaving through the thick forest and along side the river. When everything was checked thoroughly, it was time to head back. As the pack was heading back to the center of the town, Bakugou recognized the park where he first met you. He remembered like it was yesterday. A soft smile found its way to his lips as he recalled chasing away those boys who were picking on you. And when he saw you for the first time, you were a crying mess with your feet stuck in the sand. A chuckle escaped his lips when he insisted that you were a princess and how he picked you up to go get you cleaned. Damn, was he that sappy? Bakugou stopped in his tracks, causing the other men to also stop. He turns to them and taps one of them on the shoulder.

“Go on ahead. I’ll be back soon,” he says. The others nod in acceptance and go off without him. When they are out of his sight, Bakugou turns in the direction of your house.

He hides in one of the trees by your house, trying to see if he can get a glimpse of you. He knows that what he’s doing right now is… stalkerish but all with good reason. He just missed you so fucking much. It couldn’t hurt to just watch you from afar. Bakugou relaxed on a tree branch, legs crossed out in front of him, arms crossed behind his head. And then there you were. Bakugou jolted up, not really believing that you were there. You had joined your mother out in the garden. She was teaching you how to plant different kinds of vegetables and how to care for them. It’s been so long since Bakugou had last seen you and your beauty stunned him. He stared and stared, his heart beating fast and butterflies entered the pit of his stomach. It was taking his all for him not to jump down and embrace you. Your smile and whole being was so inviting. Everything you did put him in a trance. He was truly mesmerized.

Your mother left, leaving you alone in the garden. You took out your notebook and started drawing the different kinds of plants and notes about how to take care of them. Bakugou, watching from before, softens at the scene. Typical (y/n). Always wanting to do your best and learn whatever you can.

“Ha?” he said aloud, frowning at what he saw next. Kirishima? Kirishima came up behind you, rather too closely. That made you jump and turn to him, minimal space in between you guys. That didn’t sit well with Bakugou. His eyebrow twitched to see you smiling up and blushing at the red head. What the hell was going on?

“Whatcha doing?” Kirishima questioned, looking at the drawing on your notebook. You blushed and hid the notebook, clutching it close to your chest.

“Nothing,” you muttered, looking away from him. You guess you didn’t clutch it hard it enough because Kirishima easily stole it away from you. Gasping in shock, you immediately tried to grab it away from him but Kirishima already had the book up so high that you couldn’t reach. He laughed at your reaction but that didn’t stop him from stealing glances at your drawings. You were reaching for your book, making Kirishima back up, you following his every move. But in the midst of trying to take your book back, you tripped and fell right in his arms. Kirishima was quick to catch your waist to keep you steady. At the sight of this, fury was growing inside Bakugou.

“Woah,” Kirishima said as he caught you. Your hand landed on his chest, which was… wow. It was soft under your touch but you could feel the his muscle and he wasn’t even flexing. You quickly got off him. Kirishima was just as flushed as you were so you took the opportunity to snatch your book away from him.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me without my permission,” you reminded him.

“You tripped so I caught you. What’d ya want me to do? Just let you fall?” Kirishima pouted.

“No? I mean…” God, you didn’t know anymore. Being around Kiri lately has your head spinning and your feelings are so confused. Kirishima playfully smirked at how shy you got. He was going to leave it there and not tease you anymore until something moved in the corner of his eye. On instinct, his eyes traveled to the moving object in the trees and look who he sees? Bakugou Katsuki spying in the trees. Kirishima’s playful smirk turns into a devilish one. It was the perfect opportunity.

“Unless…” Kirishima starts to trail off. You look at him and in that moment, Kirishima grabs your waist, swiftly pulling you close to him. Wide eyed, you couldn’t even react because it all happened so fast. He leans in, eyes straight on your lips. “…you wanted me to touch you.”

“Kiri!!!!” you covered your face this time with your book, face completely flushed and embarrassed. You couldn’t bear to look at him in this situation. Kirishima’s eyes darted to the trees to find Bakugou gone. Feeling victorious, Kirishima leaned back and pat your head.

“I’m just joking, princess. Get dressed. We’re heading out in a few,” he calls out, heading back into the house. Still flustered, you peeked behind your book.

“Where are we going?” you questioned. He looks back and flashes you a smile with a thumbs up.

“Training!”

Bakugou was increasingly getting more annoyed and more furious by the second. He didn’t know why Kirishima was at your place or how you guys got so close, but he didn’t like it one bit. Kirishima pulling you closer to him, his arms around your waist, your chest on his and the closeness of your faces together put him over the edge. He could feel his heart breaking and turned his head away, not wanting to see what happens next. Before he could do anything stupid, he forced himself to go back to his place. But that image burned inside his memory for the rest of the day.

 “Why are we training again?” you ask Kirishima who was already stretching out. You stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You changed into your only workout outfit, a pair of black and grey leggings matched with a matching crop top that hugged your figure nicely, and Kirishima dragged you to an open area in the forest.

“I’m going to teach you how to fight!” he said, enthusiastically. You bit your lip, nervously. You didn’t know if this was a good idea. You? Fight? That just wasn’t like you. You wouldn’t even know if Sero would approve of this either. Kirishima noticed how uncomfortable you got. His expression softened and took your hands in his, giving you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry. We’ll start off easy. I think this will help you find more confidence in yourself. And an excuse to get out of the house,” he explains. You were grateful that he was constantly thinking about you. Giving it a try couldn’t hurt?

“Okay, what are we doing first?” you asked, trying to get pumped up. Kirishima chuckled.

“Hold your horses. We aren’t doing anything until you stretch,” he says. And with that, you begin your daily training with Kirishima. You started off with the basics: kicks and punches. But day after day, you started learning more advanced moves and combos. It was hard and exhausting, but also a good way to relieve the stress you had been holding inside of you for so long. Kirishima was impressed by how fast you picked up all the moves. Soon, you were having one-on-one matches with him. In the beginning, he would go easy on you because he didn’t want to hurt you. Boy, did he really underestimate your power and ability. You were quick and strategic, thinking fast in the heat of the moment which caused you to land a few, good punches on Kirishima. After a while of fighting one-on-one in your human form, Kirishima thought it was time to change into your wolf form.

You don’t transform often, because you didn’t have to. So it was rare, even for Sero, to see you in your wolf form. When you did, Kirishima’s jaw dropped. I mean, you were very beautiful in person but how could you be beautiful even in your wolf form? You had slick, grey fur with blotches of white and black on your back. Your dark brown eyes, although fierce upon first glance, were kind and innocent. A black fog lightly surrounded you due to your quirk being Black Ghost.

Along with training you in your wolf form, he also helped you try to control Black Ghost without feeling overwhelmingly sad or angry. That proved to be the hardest part. And it took a long while before you could get the hang of it and even manifest it on other people which put you in a more advantage during fights.

You and Kirishima were fighting in your wolf forms. It was hard attacking and landing a hit on him since his quirk was hardening and his fur hardened due to it. It actually causes more damage to you if you try to attack. You had to think quick. You were losing energy and clearly losing this fight. Concentrating with all your might, you let Black Ghost take over Kirishima’s senses. Black Ghost whispered in his ears, attacking all his insecurities. This distracting him and he shook his head to try to get it away from him but to no avail. Taking advantage of Black Ghost distracting Kirishima, you leaped forward, pinning him to the ground. You both didn’t move, chests heaving up and down. You had won. Ecstatic, you transformed back into your human form. Your arms were pinned on both sides of his head, legs wrapped around his wolf form.

“Pinned ya!” you bragged, a wide smile that wouldn’t leave your face even if you tried. You never felt so exhilarated before. Countless attempts in trying to win a fight, you finally did it. But you celebrated too soon. Kirishima transformed back into his human form, flipping you over so now that you were pinned under him. He held your wrists above your head, legs securely around your waist.

“Pinned ya,” he imitated you. But you weren’t going down without a fight. You pushed him off with all your might, catching him off guard. He fell backwards, allowing you to trap him beneath you once again.

“Pinned ya again,” you mocked him. Kirishima sighed, indicating that he gave up. You became excited and giggled at your accomplishments. Kirishima smiled up at you. Not because you had finally won against him. But because you looked happy. He saw your progress of being a timid, shy little girl to this point, exuding confidence and power. You got so much stronger, physically and mentally that it was so sexy to him. He always saw you as a woman, but right now, he was so utterly attracted to you.

Your head was floating right above his. As much as he wanted to celebrate your winnings right now, he wants to do something else much more. You caught his gaze as something in them changed. He slowly lifted his head, leaning his head to the side to capture your lips. But before they could connect, you placed your hand on his lips.

“Didn’t give you permission,” you say and got off him, leaving him frozen in his spot and speechless on the ground. He groaned and playfully punched the air out of frustration. You silently laughed at his reaction. “Come on big baby! It’s getting late and I still have to get ready for tonight,” you tell him.

“Right the party…” Kirishima gets up and dusts himself off. You two walk back to get ready for the full moon party.

Every year, the clan holds a full moon party to celebrate the moon’s powers. Without the moon, you and everybody else wouldn’t be able to transform into the wolf forms. Thus, making you just regular humans. Even though every month has a full moon, you only celebrate once a year because that’s when the moon is at its biggest and its brightest.

You changed into a new dress that you had been working on all year prior to the party. With the help of your mom of course. It was a red dress that was light and flowy against the wind. Very easy to move around in. You wanted to impress a certain hot head with this dress, that’s why you worked on it for a whole year. But now that you two weren’t together… well, you didn’t want all your effort to go to waste. Although, it does carry a sad meaning behind it.

You appeared in front of Kirishima in your new dress. Your parents had went on ahead to secure all the best foods and spend some time alone together. It was their date night. And Sero went alone to try to find his own mate. So he rode solo. You just went with Kirishima. You didn’t mind his company at all, since you guys spend so much time together anyway. Kirishima gawks at you. How many times was he going to be stunned by you? Literally, everything you do was making his heart race. You both were ready to leave, all that was left was your shoes. It probably wasn’t going to be comfortable by the end of the night, but you wanted to look good. You sat down to put your heels on but one of the straps was stuck. Seeing you struggle with your heels, Kirishima bent down to help you. He fixed the strap that was tangled and fixed it through the hoop, tightening it so that it fit around your feet comfortably but not too tight.

“There,” he says as he finishes. He looks up and meets your eyes. Time freezes as you stare into each others eyes. Up close, you could see his features clearly. The scar on his eye, his wide, deep red eyes, his fair skin, the sharp jawline, and his signature sharp teeth that scared off a lot of people but became less intimidating because of how kind his smile was. You didn’t notice that Kirishima was leaning in again but this time, you didn’t move or stop him. Instead, he stopped himself. He promised that he wouldn’t touch you without your permission, and he was going to keep that promise. So he backed off, disappointed in himself. Your lips were just so inviting and you looked so good in that dress that he couldn’t help himself. But a promise was a promise. Damn, he really cockblocked himself. He got up from the ground and turned to leave, but you were quick to grab his arm. He turned to face you and was shocked when your lips met his in a soft kiss. Before he got comfortable in the kiss, you pulled away and stuck your tongue out at him.

“Come on, we’re late!” you squealed and grabbed him out of the house, holding onto his arm the entire way to the party.

When you arrived, music was playing loudly and multiple conversations were taking place. It didn’t take you very long to find your parents sharing food at one of the vendors and Sero trying to smooth talk to several of the ladies there. You rolled your eyes at him and took Kirishima to one of the food stands nearby that was selling dango on a stick. Your favorite! Both you and Kirishima were enjoying your time, indulging on all the delicious food present. But that was put on pause when you ran into a couple that you really hoped you wouldn’t see.

Bakugou and Uraraka, too, were eating food from the stalls. Well, Uraraka was. Bakugou was following from behind, looking uninterested as always. When they spot you and Kirishima, they stopped. It was like a stand off between you two and them. A sharp pain attacked your chest and your heart started picking up the pace. You thought you were going to be okay seeing him, after all, it’s been a few months since you guys last saw each other. But with the tears building up, you realized it was all too soon. Kirishima’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance and stood behind you, protectively.

Bakugou, too, felt his heart start to race upon seeing you. Mixed feelings were crashing on him all at once. You was surprised to see you, but was angry that you were here with Kirishima. You looked beautiful in that red dress. Was it new? But you were tearing up, he could see it. Uraraka, on the other hand, was all smiles, even after what happened. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them any longer so you tugged on Kiri’s sleeve, signaling that you had to leave.

“Let’s go,” he whispers in your ear, and leads you past them. Kirishima glaring at Bakugou and Bakugou doing it right back. Bakugou hands clenched into fists at his side and his jaw clenched. Uraraka glances to the side to see his reaction and tries her best to stifle a smile.

You were pretty down after that. Food and interacting with others wasn’t really helping either. If your mood was done, so was Kirishima. He was normally very energetic but he couldn’t be selfish and have fun while you were down because of your ex. He looked around and found some of your students dancing in the middle of the crowd, along with others in the dance circle. Taking your hand, he dragged you in the middle of the dance floor to dance with your students. You were awkward at first because you weren’t in the mood. But seeing the young ones enjoying themselves and dancing around you was cute and a small smile made it to your lips. Eventually, you were laughing when Kirishima was pulled into a couple dance with this elder woman. He gladly danced with her and with much enthusiasm. You stood on the side watching everyone enjoy themselves dancing. It actually made you want to dance with them. Like someone had read your mind, a random gentleman pulled you into the dance floor, forcing you to dance with him. You were a bit shocked at first but went along with it. Soon people were switching partners and you were spinning everywhere that you had a big smile plastered on your face. Dancing made you forget about everything that happened earlier and regained your confidence.

Throughout the night, you saw Uraraka and Bakugou more than once. But you payed no mind to them anymore. Kirishima made sure that all your attention was on him. He bought you food, took you dancing, go back for more food and drinks, and back to dancing again. There was a time when you passed Uraraka who was at a food stand. You were in a good mood and feeling a little naughty. You activated Black Ghost and let it manifest on Uraraka. She couldn’t see anything but heard unpleasant things. She was looking around, flailing her arms around and trying to drown out the sound of Black Ghost. You snickered and that got the attention of Kirishima. He saw what you were doing, but didn’t stop you. He was actually enjoying your small prank. But he stopped you, only to bring you back to dancing.

You were getting lost in the music and dancing with random people. You even partnered up with Sero and your father at one point. The night turned into a lot of fun. That’s right. You shouldn’t let someone who didn’t care for you ruin your night. You had so many people that made you have fun around you. Why ruin the mood when everyone is enjoying themselves? The song was coming to a close with a final round of rotation of partners. You hadn’t partnered with Kirishima yet, surprisingly. The final rotation was about to happen and you thought Kirishima was going to be there, but instead, another man grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the dancing crowd. Huh? Where was this man taking me? Who is this? Why are we moving away from the group? Your back gently hit a tree and two powerful arms trapped you. You looked up to see hot-blooded, vermillion eyes. Bakugou.

“Bakugou-” you whisper his name. You couldn’t believe he was right in front of you, so close at that. You didn’t know what to say. It’s been so long…

“What are you and Kirishima?” he questions. You start to feel annoyed. He breaks things off with you and now he’s getting mad because you’re paying attention to another man?

“That is none of your business,” you inform him, pushing yourself off the tree.

“It is,” he says.

“Yeah? Enlighten me. How?” you challenge him. Bakugou was a little taken back by your response. He hasn’t seen you act like this before. Now that he thinks about it, your aura has changed. You looked more confident and stronger. You looked like a totally different person. The way you talk, your posture and how you present yourself. It was…captivating. He cleared his throat, embarrassed that he couldn’t come up with an answer. “Need I remind you that we are no longer together. Whether or not Kirishima and I are together, is our business and our business alone. Now if you would excuse me,” you tried to escape his hold but he pulled you back.

“So you’re not together,” he questions, but it sounded more like a confirmation. You looked away and didn’t answer him. That gave him his answer. He felt relieved. Bakugou stared at you and took his time examining you. Any feeling of anger vanished as he inhaled your scent because damn, he missed you. Now that you were so close to him and really in front of him, he was having a hard time controlling himself.

“I missed you,” he confesses accidentally. That was supposed to stay in his head, but now that’s its said out loud, there’s no going back.

Crack.

“Bakugou, don’t do this,” you pleaded, sighing. Your heart hurt hearing those words. Because for the longest time, you wanted to hear that. For the longest time, you had longed for his touch and for him to come visit you. For the longest time, you wanted him to hold you and tell you it was a lie. You wanted him to at least apologize for breaking your heart and give you a better explanation on why he was doing this. Hell, if he came begging for you to run away with him, you wouldn’t miss a beat and go with him. But it’s been so long and far too late for that. Or so you thought. With him being in front of you and his scent filling your scenes completely, all those feelings and thoughts were coming back. Looks like you weren’t over him like you had previously thought.

“(y/n),” Bakugou began. You looked up into his eyes and they were desperate. “Just… fuck. I can’t do it. I don’t want her. I want you. I want you, (y/n). Forget everything I said, okay? Can we just, start over?” he begged. Your brows furrowed, looking at this expression. He was really hurting. You could tell his feelings were genuine, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept him. Not with Uraraka still in the picture.

“Bakugou, I’m sorry. I just can’t.” you tell him. Your heart broke even more when he looks at you, like his world was falling apart. You wanted to caress his cheek and pull him into a hug but that you refrained. You had to be strong. Don’t do it. Don’t do it. Walk away.

“I’m sorry,” was the last thing you said before escaping his grasp and walking back to the party. Bakugou just stands there in the same position that you left him in. A single tear rolls down his face as he had never been so heart broke before.

Meanwhile, back at the party, Kirishima was looking for you after the dance. You just disappeared and he was getting worried. He couldn’t even sniff you out before there was too many senses invading his nose. As he was searching, he didn’t even notice the people around him and he bumped into someone.

“Sorry,” he quickly said and continued on searching.

“Aw, now that’s not how you should address your boss,” a voice said. He froze in his tracks. Turning around he was faced with Uraraka who had her hands crossed in front of her chest, looking smug.

“Uraraka,” he addressed her, not looking happy at all.

“Kiri,” she said mockingly. She spots you heading back to the part from the woods. Bakugou shortly following after, looking dejected. How perfect. “Look like the plan is working perfectly.”

A/N: Please don’t hate me.

Tagged: @goodpop9 @superblyspeedydragon @tspice283 @marvelobsessedteen​ @rosetheshapeshifter @cabbagesquadfam @bnha-iamhere​ @theartsydoodler​ @taehyungbbe​

[chaoslaura]

Tchaikovsky or Led Zeppelin (or both?)

Ballet!Reggie Fluff with his friends

Warnings: None

Word count: 2,693

„Hand on the bar, chin up, shoulders down, stomach in, looking straight ahead. Don’t forget to straighten your inner leg at all times, most important before you go into relevé. Toni, leave you heel flat on the floor. What kind of arm movement is that supposed to display, Marcus?” Mrs. Petrow gave a few tututut noises while going around the room, inspecting every student, attentive for every minimalistic mistake.

‘The arm is not round enough, point the foot more, pay attention to where the little toe points, the gaze follows the arm.’ Every little detail was observed by Mrs. Petrow and nothing escaped her even with twenty students scattered around the room. She found something to complain about with everyone, like every lesson, every week, for years. You get the notion. When she reached Reggie, she merely put her index finger under his chin und lifted it up a bit, otherwise saying nothing and Reggie felt proud he didn’t make a mistake for once. Rare occurrence.

Clapping her hands once, the dance teacher signalled the end of the exercise “You all have to focus more, the performance must be perfect, but in the current state you’re all in I would never let you on stage.” Mrs. Petrow was as kind as always, never holding back with her dissatisfaction, Reggie sighed.

“Now to the grand battement jeté, hurry up. And one and two and three.” With every jeté she clapped her hands in sync with the piano music. Reggie loathed this exercise, his leg wouldn’t comply with going higher, no matter how often Reggie trained, and he knew his teacher wasn’t satisfied either.

After their exercises on the bar they would go over to routines in the middle of the room, alone or pairing up with the girls. Pirouettes were Reggie’s passion. He could spin and turn around the room and would never stop when his head wouldn’t complain at one point, getting dizzy and his vision turning with the room. But there was something so deeply connecting him with the music, how his body would sway with the rhythm, letting it fill his mind. He could follow the moves with his eyes closed, concentrating on every little muscle, the emotions flowing through him to the tips of his fingers.

But today they would train for their performance in pas de deux and Reggie looked out for his partner Toni. She came over with a smile on her lips, ready to gossip about their teacher when she wasn’t looking. It was their favourite activity to pass the time and a way to get rid of the stress. Mrs. Petrow would be lecturing them for their giggling in no time. Too much fun wasn’t allowed withing these walls. It was a tragic story and their faces had to portray that too, each little smile was out of place.

But with Toni he didn’t mind. She was as goofy as him outside of practice and they had gotten along really good since the beginning when he started dancing at age 7 and she was 8. Now he was 17 and still going.

For their teacher’s sake both of them pushed their jokes to the back of their minds and got to their start position. Reggie always loved how the men were playing an essential part as a supporting role for the women and weren’t in the spotlight for once unless they had a solo, but they could never reach the level of gracefulness female ballet dancers achieved.

So, he picked Toni up with his hands on her waist and lifted her up, her legs straight while she moved her arms around in a precise manner. Letting her down again he twirled her once before she got into an attitude. When she was on her point shoes, she protruded him just two inches, but she never stopped teasing him about it since he hit his last growth spurt and would never catch up with her again. (Him and Luke had gotten in enough fights over their heights he didn’t need another person teasing him about it.)

When they were finally allowed to leave, his white shirt clung to his skin, sweat running down his back. His muscles were tired and riding his bicycle seemed like an impossible task. His body was all mushy from the stretches but at least he had a pause for two days before the cycle began again.

Changing into his street clothes and packing his shirt, tights, and ballet slippers into his bag, he met with Toni at the entrance again, they were always waiting for each other for a quick chat.

“You feel like grabbing a bite? Training put a hole in my stomach, I was afraid Mrs. Petrow would hear it grumbling and scold me for it, for making the act unbelievable.” Toni asked him, her own bag slung over her shoulder.

Reggie shook his head, regretting his last minute made plans. “Well, I would love to, but I also have practice with the band in a minute. No time, sorry.”

Toni gave him a bewildered look. “Now? After training? Sometimes I wonder how you fit everything under your hat. Must be a pretty big one. No wonder you like cowboy hats.” As everyone else of his friends Toni picked up his passion for Country pretty early but never made fun of him because of that. Might be another reason why he liked her so much.

“There should really be a cowboy themed ballet. Imagine a magical story between a cowboy and his beloved horse, going on an adventure together, maybe meeting a woman along the way but in the end he realizes that his one true love is his freedom and his horse.”

Toni let out a loud laugh, holding her stomach and laid a hand on Reggie’s shoulder, squeezing it shortly. She was clearly amused. “You watched Brokeback Mountain one too many times I would say.”

Reggie gave a scandalized look. “I said freedom not men. Don’t read between the lines where there is nothing to be found.” He scoffed once again but he knew Toni was just making fun of him.

Taking her hand back from his shoulder, she instead pulled him into a hug as a goodbye. “Well then, have fun tonight, say hello to the boys and Julie for me, haven’t seen them in a while.”

Reggie put his arms around Toni’s waist and gave a last squeeze before letting loose. “I’ll bring them to the premier if they want to or not. They’re in debt after the accident at the pier and I will use this favour to drag them to the show.”

“Can’t wait. Bye Reg, I really have to go now or my stomach will eat itself.” As on cue a grumbling was heard, and Toni clutched at her tummy before continuing in a dramatic voice “See, it’s too late. I will die a horrible death, tell Alex that I always appreciated his advices, and Bobby’s dating tips, Julie is just amazing and has great style, and most importantly tell Luke he’s a dumbass.”

Reggie chuckled at the last comment. “Will do, but what’s with me? Don’t say I wasn’t important enough to get a last goodbye. I never let you fall when I held you, you should appreciate that” A pout decorated Reggie’s face and he was ready to sulk at such injustice.

“Oh thanks Reggie, really. Thank you for not harming me, the bare minimum. You won’t get a thanks for that and now go before your boys start searching for you.”

“Alright, kiss a meatball sub for me. “ With a last wave Reggie turned around and walked in the opposite direction, he wasn’t entirely sure if he locked his bike over there, or maybe around the corner? Oh thank god, there it was, he was in no condition to walk to their studio or how Alex would call it ‘a rundown garage at best’.

The wind that passed him as he paddled down the road, cooled down his flushed skin, and left him feeling more alive than half an hour ago. The lights at the garage were already on when Reggie turned into the driveway, leaning his bike against the wall and grabbing his bag. Luckily for him his bass had found a permanent residency at the studio, the thought of having to drag it around too, no thanks, his arm muscles were aching enough.

He opened the creaking door to reveal his four bandmates standing around the room, doing various things. Luke looked up from his notebook, what else would he be doing.

“Toni said I should tell you you’re a dumbass Luke.” Reggie said as a greeting and slumped down on the couch, feeling the soft material and sighed at how comfortable it was.

Luke sputtered and gave him a confused and questioning look, coming over and joining him on the couch, instantly crossing his arms and started pouting. “What did I do?”

Luke seemed really upset and Reggie felt sorry for saying it like that. “Luke, it was a joke! You know how Toni is, we were just joking around.”

Luke had gone from sad back to upbeat in a second and stood up again to retrieve his notebook, a pencil was still clamped behind his ear. “Oh good, and I thought I forgot something I did.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Ales smiled sweetly at Luke from where he was already seated behind his drum kit, giving a snickering Julie a bro fist, who was always in to drag Luke. It was their little game. How everyone else but them could see how much it counted as flirting was astonishing, but well, what could they do besides follow the play?

“Back to Toni. How’s it going with her?” Bobby asked then, repeatingly raising his eyebrows in a seemingly suggesting manner, a lopsided grin plastered on his face.

“What do you mean?” Reggie was seriously confused at that question. “She’s fine if that is what you wanted to know.”

Alex groaned in the background. There was oblivious Reggie again, how they knew and loved him. Luke sprung in, helping Bobby out. “What Bobby wanted to know is if you finally made a move on Toni. You know, like asking her out on a date?”

Reggie’s mouth popped open. He had never been thinking about going on a date with Toni, not even considering it. That concept was weird, they were just really good friends. “Why would I ask her out? She’s just a friend.” He said so.

Julie put the mic she had been holding until now into the stand and turned to Reggie. “First of all, you know each other for 10 years. Second, you two have the same personality and interests, you two fit so good together. When she’s around, your happiness is bouncing off the balls, much like Luke after a gig. And to wrap it up, she looks gorgeous, you love her style, you said so yourself.” Great, now Julie had conspired against him too.

Reggie raised an eyebrow, was that it? “And? We all share interests, we’re in a band together, and Luke and I have known each other since we’re 10 and I can say with confidence that you all look good, but have I asked any of you out yet? No. So why would I do that with Toni?”

“I’m honoured for being called good-looking.” Alex said. “But Reggie, if you don’t want to you don’t have to ask Toni out. We just thought you two really liked each other, we thought it was obvious, sorry.” Reggie couldn’t stay mad long at Alex; he was just too sweet. He sighed, stood up from the couch and doubled over, stretching his knees. It was never a good idea to sit down after training.

“I will never get over how flexible you are.” Reggie looked up and saw Bobby staring at him with amazement.

Reggie grinned at the hidden compliment. “If you wouldn’t skip PE all the time, you might get there one day.”

Julie hollered, satisfied with where this was going. “Yes, call him out for what he is, a lazy pazy, abandoning us in gym hell.”

Luke meanwhile stopped scribbling in his book again and gave an annoyed expression. “Guys, we said no school talk during band time.” There was nothing new with Luke’s hate of school. For him it was just another distraction in his music career, another way to waste precious song writing time.

Reggie stretched his arms a last time, rolling his shoulder blades, and made a beeline for his bass. He loved practice time with his friends, but he was ready for this day to be over, but hoped it wasn’t too obvious. Not that his friends got the impression he didn’t like spending time with them. Luke picked up on his exhaustion though.

“Why you seem so tired today? You look like you’re done with the day and it’s only 8.”

Reggie wasn’t sure if that was a serious question and needed a second. “You can try giving your everything in ballet with Mrs. Petrow for two and a half hours and see how fresh you’re looking afterwards.”

Luke’s eyes got soft again. “Sorry, didn’t know you had practice beforehand.” He apologized and then as another thought crossed his mind “- Wait, didn’t you were at practice two days ago?”

“I have practice on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It has always been like this before a performance.” How could Luke had never catch up on that?

“What?? You’re training three days a week on top of schoolwork and band practice almost every day a week?” Bobby let out like it was implausible, showing the same baffled look as Luke.

Reggie was looking between the two. “Yeah?” He wasn’t sure what they wanted him to say.

All four seemed impressed at that and Alex sympathetic smile greeted him when Reggie looked his way. “When you’re tired, we can call it off for today and just watch a movie or something.” He proposed and everyone else agreed, even Luke, who pushed them the hardest.

Reggie was quick to jump on that opportunity and before someone else could chime in with ideas he picked up a DVD from his Star Wars collection, hearing a collective groaning behind him, but he didn’t care. It was his feel-good escape.

Bobby tousled his hair when he walked past him where the TV sat and laughed at Reggie’s disgruntled look. “You don’t look as threatening as you want, you’re just too cute.” Fantastic, just what he liked to hear. Pulling his hair back again that had fallen in his face from Bobby’s action, Alex called out to him.

“Hey Reg, do a pair of spins to the TV.”

Reggie didn’t need to be told twice before he started turning to where he wanted to go, fixating a point on the wall, his leg going into a passé on every turn. Landing in perfect position in front of the older telly, he gave his audience one bow and got applause in return, eliciting a smile from him.

When they were all seated on a pile of cushions and surrounded with blankets, a cuddling mess on the floor, Reggie remembered what he wanted to ask them. “Hey, would you like to come to the premier? It’s in two weeks. It’s okay if you have plans already, it’s not as important, I wouldn’t be mad, I just wan-“

Alex hand was placed on his arm, interrupting his nervous rambling. “Of course we’ll come Reg. Right guys?” The other three were quick to agree and Reggie beamed at them.

“I’ll sit front row and whistle every time you come on stage.” Luke added. Reggie was not keen on finding out if Luke was serious and made a mental note to place Luke in the back of the venue.

When the credits scrolled down on the screen later, Reggie was already fast asleep, laying between his friends, who just pulled the blanked higher on him and tried to be as silent as possible while chatting quietly.

[gayoperatorgunclub]

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME: MontaDoc Edition? Pretty please? Or any MontaDoc content. I crave it. Much 💕

of course!!!!!!! sorry this has taken so long, but i sincerely hope you enjoy it!!! 💝💝💝

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - for fucking EVER!!!!!! 

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - two words: mutual. pining. this period, often referred to as the “Beginning of Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. (Temporary Employment As Masters of Dad And Dad Sweethearts)” however, unbeknownst to anybody else in rainbow, by the time Operation: T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. had begun, gustave and gilles had already been together for a couple of years. how did they actually get together? about six months after the GIGN joined rainbow, gustave was in the middle of a mountain of paperwork when he heard someone clear their throat. he spun around to scold whoever it was for coming to medbay when they were sick (despite the fact that he was coming down with a nasty cold), only to be greeted with gilles leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe. “gustave. you look as though you’re about to meet death for dinner. how can you expect to take care of others when you’re not taking care of yourself?” gustave just sighed and shook his head, muttering something about leaving him be for another couple hours so he could finish his paperwork, but gilles has other ideas. in mere moments, gustave goes from standing over his desk, organizing some files, to being held in gilles’ big strong arms. “wh- gilles! i-” he was cut off by his own yawn, and gilles smiled at him fondly. gustave felt himself blush, and he squirmed a little, but let gilles carry him to the GIGN quarters. as soon as it seemed like gilles was going to leave, gustave pulled him down for a kiss, then pushed their foreheads together and whispered “you’re going to carry me all this way and not even stay to make sure i don’t go back to my office?” gilles just grinned at him, climbing into bed beside him and wrapping his arms around him. 

How was their first kiss? - ROMANTIQUE! and smelling of sickness but what can you do

Wedding:

Who proposed? - monty!! he decided to cook a romantic candlelit dinner at their apartment, and when he sees gustave come home from work, all ragged and exhausted, yet still with a glimmer of determination and subtle joy, he says the first thing that comes to mind: “will you marry me?” gustave froze, his cheeks still rosy and his hair sprinkled with snowflakes. “will i what?” gilles realized his mistake and flushed, stammering a response before gustave was standing in front of him, staring at him scrutinizingly. “gilles.” he started, reaching to intertwine their hands, bring them between their chests, “what did you say?” gilles gulped, then steeled himself and got down on one knee. “gustave kateb. love of my life, light of my days. the man i want to wake up next to every day for the rest of my life. the man who i adore with every fiber of my being. would you do me the honor of being my husband?” 

Who is the best man/men? - for monty: bandit! for doc: lion (everyone but them thought it was a joke until the day of the wedding). dominic and olivier’s dual best man speech is the stuff of legends. there were tears, there was laughter, and there was an almost excessive amount of thinly-veiled sexual innuendos at various people in attendance (including both grooms; the best men were both drunk of their asses) 

Who is the bride’s maid(s)? - they actually fight over who gets to pick twitch! meanwhile rook is in the background like D: (don’t worry, it’s decided that he and twitch will be ring bearer and flower girl respectively) for monty: dokkaebi. for doc: finka 

Who did the most planning? - they both did! though gustave focused on food and flowers, and gilles focused on the guest list and the venue (but they ran things by each other before any final decisions were made)

Who stressed the most? - gilles! he was so worried about their families not getting along that he actually prepared a “leave my husband and his family alone or so help me i will never speak to you again” speech

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - gilles’ racist, homophobic, french nationalist uncle (no one in the family likes him, so it wasn’t a big loss) (this uncle also made a surprise appearance at the family dinner where gilles introduced gustave to the rest of his family, and started yelling about “godamn immigrants” and other such bigotted statements, before gilles’ sister physically dragged him out of the house and threw him out the door. afterwards, up in the guest bedroom, gilles quietly tells gustave that it’s okay if he wants to leave, or break up, or anything, and gustave just laughs and tells him that if he wasn’t prepared for family members to express their distaste, he wouldn’t be dating a white man. he pressed a kiss to gilles’ temple, before whispering “although, he was right about my being an immigrant; it’s just that i was born in Paris and immigrated with my family to algeria, not the other way around. A for effort, though”)

Sex:

Who is on top? - gilles!!!! although gustave will occassionally ride him 👀👀👀

Who is the one to instigate things? - gustave is lowkey horny 24/7, but if gilles walks in on him bending over to get something from a cabinet, or tilting his head all the way back while drinking from his water bottle, thereby showcasing the way his throat moves as he swallows, he will lose his shit 

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - okay i’m gonna change this one to an explanation of some things from below. i personally think doc lowkey a freak, and gilles is happy to oblige him if that’s what his lapin wants (although he’s not entirely sure how he feels about this “overstimulation” and “post-orgasm torture” and “cock & ball torture” stuff. specifically, he’s not sure he likes hurting gustave, but, while he probably won’t admit it out loud, he secretly adores making gustave cry. when he’s so helpless and powerless and mindless, and he’s begging for something, but for what he doesn’t really know. maybe it’s the knowledge that gilles is in complete control, that gustave trusts him to do this, to make him hurt and cry and just melt, the knowlege that gustave is completely reliant on him for his pleasure, his pain, and everything in between. it’s a heady thing, and gilles isn’t sure how he feels about it, but he’s pretty sure the warmth in his chest and the warmth in his gut are good signs 

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - unless they’re doing some of the things mentioned above, or mayhaps some denial 👀👀👀 then yeah, everyone gets the same. they’re very considerate when they’re just doing vanilla 

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children: btw, the rest of this is kinda set in a post-retirement au (idrk i just want them to have a farm and be peaceful). give it whatever context u want tho, i was just havin fun

How many children will they have? - they will have four cats and a dog, as well as 2 horses, a donkey, 5 cows, an alpaca, a rabbit, some ducks, a flock of sheep and goats, and the occasional visit from a herd of deer from the forest surrounding their little farm

How many children will they adopt? - since humans CANNOT, i repeat, CANNOT, give birth to the animals listed above, they’re all adopted

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - no one. the animals potty train themselves

Who is the stricter parent? - gilles sneaks them treats while gustave lectures them about dietary habits, so take your pick 

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - whenever gilles leaves to run errands, one of the goats goes into a depression so deep and miserable that they’re utterly inconsolable until he comes back. once they hear the sound of the car in the driveway, this lil goat, lovingly named “Bastard” by gustave, will climb onto the roof of the house and scream his joy over gilles’ return to the heavens 

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - they tag team on things like feeding the animals and cleaning out the barn, but gustave is much more organized about it

Who is the more loved parent? - the cats, dog, one of the horses, donkey, alpaca, rabbit, goats (except for Bastard), and deer all prefer gustave, though gilles is adequate in the event that gustave is busy with something else (although the alpaca and donkey hate his guts, and will escape their pastures to break into the house and be near gustave. gilles maintains that they’re both devil-spawn, but gustave says he’s just being dramatic and that Thamin (alpaca) and Albalatin (donkey) are complete angels who could do no wrong)

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - animals have NOT unionized. yet. 

Who cried the most at graduation? - idk if this counts, but when Bastard finally figured out how to get himself down from the roof after getting himself onto it, gilles cried for an hour

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - gilles lowkey does whenever thamin and albalatin escape to go out into the world and commit crimes, but only to make sure his husband doesn’t get upset when he finds out his precious creatures are hell beasts. certainly not out of anything resembling tolerance or *shudder* like 

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - gustave, but gilles can make a mean bowl of cereal

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - gustave. gilles will eat something straight from the garden and gustave is like “DID YOU CHECK IF IT WAS RIPE?????? YOU COULD DIE FROM THAT YOU KNOW, THEN WHERE WOULD I BE???” 

Who does the grocery shopping? - gustave. gilles is something of a hermit in their town, and people often remark about the “sweet, kind doctor and his utter brick wall of a husband” 

How often do they bake desserts? - whenever Bastard goes a day without doing something Bastardous 

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - both lowkey prefer salad, since they care for many animals that would often get used for their meat, and they can’t bear to think about hurting any of their babies

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - gilles. the people in town helped him when he burst into the little grocery store all panicked like “I NEED TO MAKE MY HUSBAND A SURPRISE DINNER BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO MAKE” 

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - gustave. gilles like being at home, but city-boy over here thinks that restaurants are a weekly luxury

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - neither. it was thamin and albalatin, attempting to frame gilles for yet another felony

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - gustave. everything is color coded. sex toys included 

Who is really against chores? - gilles. gustave films him whenever he actually does clean and yells things like “go white boy go!!” and sends them to twitch for her T.E.A.M. D.A.D.S. scrapbook 

Who cleans up after the pets? - they both do, but gilles gets stuck with shit duty more often than not

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - gilles, once. gustave walked in, sniffed the air, then glared at him until he actually swept whatever it was up and threw it away 

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - gustave “we can’t have guests over, the house is a mess” kateb

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Bastard. he then proceeded to eat it

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - gustave and his hour-long skincare routine 

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - gustave, bc sadiqi the dog (not to be confused with sadiqi the kitten), or Big Sadiqi (kitten sadiqi is Little Sadiqi) is his, gilles, and he will not allow his precious boy to be influenced by such creatures as Bastard 

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - they get little sweaters for the animals. that is all

What are their goals for the relationship? - joke: gustave always says “the White Man’s money” despite the fact that his family is richer than gilles’. woke: mutual happiness, comfort, and healing 

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - gustave. after 11 am, thamin and albalatin decide they’ve had enough and break in to lay down on the bed next to him. gilles banishes himself to the couch for a week

Who plays the most pranks? - Bastard, thamin, and albalatin. although gustave did dye the sheep’s wool (while it was still attached to them) different colors and patterns and, for the ones who were perfectly content to sit still and be held, replicas of famous paintings (his favorite artist is monet, in case you forgot that he’s french)

[baoshan-sanren]

Part 18

to the fucking NieLan arranged marriage AU I can’t stop thinking about - I’m really temped to name this “How To Communicate With Your Husband: A Narrative in Many Parts by Lan XiChen and Nie MingJue”

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XiChen knows he is being selfish.

The battle is over. The Nightless City has fallen. A constant string of messages are circulating around Wen RuoHan’s palace, attempting to reach Nie MingJue, the man who had led all the sects and clans into battle, who had been the figurehead, the rallying cry, the mastermind responsible for the demise of the Wen Sect. They will want him to take Wen RuoHan’s place as His Excellency; XiChen knows this without having to be told, without having seen any of the messages. Every moment Nie MingJue is not out there, with the Sect Leaders, is a moment Jin GuangShan will use to his advantage.

A new wave of flames engulfs his back, and he hisses through his teeth, feeling tears gather in his eyes. The flow of spiritual energy MingJue is passing through their clasped hands does not lessen, but his fingers tighten, as if offering comfort.

There are far more convenient places in the palace they could have gone, but Wen Qing had steered them to a small set of chambers in the south wing, a place that had belonged to Wen RuoHan’s personal healer. It would seem that the man had abandoned his post in a hurry; none of his tools or medicines were disturbed, and even his coat still lay tossed over the worktable chair. Wen Qing had named him a hopeless coward, but a capable and well-organized coward nonetheless. Barking orders at her brother, she had rifled through the cabinets and chests with single-minded focus, gathering medicine and herbs, and muttering angrily under her breath.    

The salve she had produced burns with the fire of a thousand suns, and XiChen does not understand how the cure can hurt more than the act of being whipped dozens of times. But he clenches his teeth and endures the pain, clinging to MingJue’s hand.

Six Nie cultivators stand guard outside the chambers, and no one is allowed to pass by them. XiChen cannot guess how many people, Sect Leaders and messengers alike, have been turned away so far. At one point, they could all clearly hear angry shouting outside the door, and although the voices had been unfamiliar, XiChen had felt his stomach twist with guilt.

“You should be out there,” he had said softly, without looking at MingJue.

“I am already where I should be,” MingJue had responded firmly, and no more was said on the subject.

XiChen knows he is being selfish, and childish, and that his uncle would be aghast, but he does not want Nie MingJue to leave his side ever again. He does not care about the battle. The first group of Nie cultivators who had found them in Wen RuoHan’s receiving hall had been accompanied by a dozen men from the Jiang Sect. They had brought with them the only news Lan XiChen had cared to hear, that his brother is alive and well, and that the remaining Wen had surrendered. He does not care about politics, or celebrations, or the choosing of the next Chief Cultivator. For the first time in his life, he wants only two things, and he wants them for himself alone. He wants his husband to remain by his side, and he wants to go home, to QingHe Nie.

His left shoulder lights on fire, and a small sound of pain escapes him, despite tightly gritted teeth.

“I am almost through,” Wen Qing says.

Her voice is firm, but kind. XiChen wants to reassure her that he can bear the pain, but is afraid to open his mouth, least more sounds escape. MingJue’s thumb brushes gently over his wrist, and XiChen looks up, just for a moment, just so he can give him a reassuring smile. It is a poor one, he knows, his face tight with pain, his teeth clenched, but MingJue does not seem to mind.

They are sitting across each other on the narrow cot that had been the healer’s bed, their knees brushing. It seems dreamlike, this physical proximity, when even in their marriage bed, the space between them had been infinitely wider. The pain is almost a welcome distraction. He aches for it, the sheer intimacy of breathing each other’s air, his body insisting that he should sway in closer. At the same time, he is conscious of the dirt and grime on his skin, the blood in his hair and under his nails. He cannot understand how MingJue can stand to touch him, when XiChen can barely stand to touch himself.

His torn robes are pooled around his waist, and he is achingly aware that this is the first time he has been partially undressed in front of the man he had married, and that he has never felt less desirable in his life, not even on his miserable wedding night. The fact that he must live the rest of his life with the scars Wen RuoHan had inflicted is too unbearable to think about. XiChen knows that MingJue cares for him a great deal; the man had made his affection abundantly clear. But he also understands that the depth of his affection may not necessarily translate into physical attraction. If Nie MingJue did not find him desirable before, how likely is he to do so now?

“I am done,” Wen Qing says, and he almost sobs in relief.

“Do not move yet,” she says sternly when he attempts to roll his shoulders, “I cannot cover the wounds. The medicine needs air to work.”

“How long?” MingJue asks.

“Long enough that I can look over your wounds. Strip.”

“I am fine.”

“You are not fine.”

“I am barely injured. There are plenty of others who may need you more.”

“Master Lan,” she says tightly, “would you care to weigh in with your opinion?”

XiChen thinks he likes her very much.

He looks up at MingJue, trying on another smile, and this one comes a little easier than the last.

“Let her look, at least,” he says softly, “It will ease my worries.”

For a moment, MingJue looks betrayed, but comically so, and XiChen ducks his head again, not wanting to laugh at him.

He ducks his head even further when MingJue shifts away. Suddenly, he is exquisitely alert to every tiny sound that his ears can pick up; the belt unwrapping, the layers of robes brushing against one another, the material sliding down MingJue’s back. Although his gaze is lowered, they are still sitting so close that XiChen can see each layer being deposited on the cot in front of him, the blood-spattered coat, the outer robe, the soft gray inner robe that lands on top of the others, as softly as a cloud drifting down.

He raises his eyes slightly, following the pile of material to the curve of the spine, a hint of a hip bone under the cloth, the stretch of powerful muscles above it, and his breath stutters loudly at the sight. Embarrassment floods him immediately, and he squeezes his eyes shut, his face growing hot. He nearly flinches away when MingJue’s hand seeks his out again.

“XiChen?” MingJue says, a thin thread of worry in his voice.

XiChen feels a hysterical laugh building in his throat, and swallows it down.

“Just-- pain. Do not worry.”

Wen Qing snorts somewhere on the other side of MingJue, and XiChen thinks he would like to die of shame now.  

“None of these need stitching,” she says, “turn. I want to see the cut on your back.”

There is a short silence, during which XiChen tries to focus on something else. Anything else. Anything that is not his half-dressed husband sitting within touching distance. It would be so easy to just reach out, and--

XiChen is fairly certain that MingJue will refuse the position of Chief Cultivator when it is offered to him. He is also fairly certain that Jin GuangShan is ready for MingJue’s refusal, and that he has already set strategies in place to make himself the next best option. Jin GuangShan would only make a decent Chief Cultivator when compared to a ruthless tyrant; he cannot be allowed to take the place Wen RuoHan had vacated, not unless they mean to fight another war in their lifetimes. XiChen should be out there, speaking to the Sect Leaders, trying to steer them to a more appropriate choice. He should--  

“It is already healing.”

“I said I was fine.”

She lets out another distinctly unladylike snort, “You can get dressed. I will check on my brother.”

XiChen had noticed Wen Ning tuck himself away in one of the side chambers, as if afraid that he will be in the way once Wen Qing no longer has need of him. However, it is equally as likely that he may not be comfortable in XiChen’s presence. He had stood witness at Wen RuoHan’s shoulder when XiChen was whipped, visibly distressed, but utterly silent. XiChen sincerely hopes that Wen Ning does not feel guilty for anything that had occurred.

“XiChen.”

Forgetting his resolve not to look up, XiChen does just that, and feels his mouth dry.

MingJue had shrugged back into his inner robes, but they are loosely tied, and they conceal nothing. Not the breadth of his shoulders, the ridge of his collar bones, the solid muscle of his chest. But it is the small pouch MingJue holds out that causes XiChen’s heart to jump painfully in his chest, and erases everything else from his mind.

Even as he is reaching out to take it, he can see that the knots in the handkerchief are not his own.

“I did not touch it,” MingJue says, as if reading his mind, “I did not know if I had the right.”

The knots fall apart easily in XiChen’s hands, and he feels too many things at once, all of them conflicting, and all of them full of indescribable hurt. That night, he had been so certain that he was moving towards his death; he had mourned all the words that had gone unsaid between them, the time that had been wasted in questions and doubts, the future that they could have built together. Everything he could not say was tightly knotted under the blooming magnolia tree, all the restraint released, given to the one person he had expected to understand.  

“You are my husband,” he says, hating that his voice sounds weak and unsteady, “You have always had the right.”

Had he truly carried it all this time, on his person, near his skin, and never once held it in his hands?

“XiChen,” MingJue says softly, his tone infinitely patient, “do not dance words with me, you know I am not capable of doing the same. My rights and your desires could be worlds apart. You did not give me permission to touch it, so I did not.”

Flustered, XiChen looks up, to find MingJue watching him with the same forbearance so obvious in his tone, as if willing to wait as long as XiChen needed him to, as if nothing else mattered. The hurt he had felt bleeds away in a rush, and he gathers up the ribbon before his cowardice can prevent it, pressing it in MingJue’s palm.  

“I did not send it to my husband for safekeeping,” he says, his heart beating wildly in his throat, “It has always been yours to touch. Not because you have the right, but because I wish it.“

It is devastating, the bewilderment of MingJue’s expression, as if XiChen had come out with something utterly preposterous, rather than an admission of affection. He will blame himself for this later, perhaps not too cruelly, but enough to reconsider all the ways in which he expresses himself. But at this moment, he is too impatient for such thoughts. He squeezes MingJue’s hand, feeling a sharp, daring intensity he would have never thought himself capable of before.

“I would ask my husband to put it back where it belongs. If he is willing.”

MingJue exhales heavily, but does not hesitate. The urgency with which he scrambles up to comply would be humorous at any other time. But there is nothing playful about the reverence with which MingJue handles the task, the gentleness with which he gathers up XiChen’s hair and slides the ribbon over his forehead. XiChen feels his touch from the nape of his neck to the bottom of his spine, a sweetness underneath all the ravaged flesh.

MingJue’s hand lingers near his temple for a moment, and he clears his throat, “Did I do it right?”

XiChen does not bother to check.

“Mhm. Now, you should kiss me.”

He does not mean to say it out loud, but the words are out, hovering in the air between them. For a few breaths MingJue’s stillness is excruciating, and XiChen wonders if has asked for too much, too soon.

His next breath is stolen by MingJue, and the next, and the one after. It is chaste, each press of the lips against his own, but XiChen feels intoxicated by it, the roughness of the upper lip scraping against his own, the hot breath against his mouth. His heart feels too large for his chest, every beat thrumming loudly in his ears. He follows MingJue’s mouth blindly when it moves away, catching the soft bottom lip between his own, tasting it with his tongue. The noise MingJue makes is utterly indecent, and XiChen’s body floods with heat in response.

He wants to hear it again; he wants to be the cause of every indecent noise his husband can make, every stutter of his breath, every flush across his skin. MingJue’s hand wraps around his jaw, the calluses scraping over sensitive skin, and his tongue licks across XiChen’s own, slick and hot. He swallows the soft whimper XiChen makes, equally as indecent as his own, and shifts closer, both hands now cupping his face, tilting his head, licking into his mouth with urgency that XiChen can feel in the pit of his stomach, a burning ache that borders on pain.

The sound of the throat clearing startles him so badly, that he jerks away as if scalded. MingJue grabs his arm not a moment too soon, otherwise XiChen might have propelled himself off the cot and onto the floor.

Wen Qing has the good grace to look contrite instead of amused. This is probably a smart thing, as MingJue now looks murderous.

A soft knock echoes against the door, and Wen Qing motions toward the sound, “That has been happening. For a little while now.”

The heat across XiChen’s skin is now solely the result of embarrassment. He thinks he had been very close to crawling into MingJue’s lap, and finding his way underneath the thin layer of the inner robe that is still precariously clinging to MingJue’s shoulders. All while Wen Qing and Wen Ning were a few steps away, perhaps unable to see them, but certainly able to hear. He wants to crawl under the cot and never come out. He wants to pull MingJue with him, and continue what they started until the restlessness under his skin is sated.  

MingJue gets to his feet, pulling the outer robe over his shoulders, and Wen Qing takes it as a sign that she can answer the door.

Nie ZhongHui steps in and bows quickly, his clothes still streaked with blood, a clumsy make-shift bandage wrapped around his upper arm. XiChen can practically see Wen Qing’s fingers twitch at the sight.

“What is it?” MingJue says, worry obvious in his voice.

“Sect Leader Jiang’s son is injured. The two healers Jiang Sect had brought with them claim that nothing can be done.”

“Wei WuXian?” XiChen asks, and Nie ZhongHui shakes his head.

“Jiang WanYin. Madam Yu-- is asking for assistance. She would be-- grateful if Sect Leader Nie would allow the Nie Sect healer to examine her son.”

XiChen is fairly certain that Madam Yu neither asked for assistance, nor offered gratitude, but he supposes she was right to send Nie ZhongHui, as he is more diplomatic than most.

“That must be me,” Wen Qing says, her voice deceptively bright, and MingJue grunts in response.

“I suppose we must face the music sooner or later. Give us a few moments, Nie ZhongHui. Arrange an escort in the meantime. Twenty should be sufficient.”

Nie ZhongHui leaves, and Wen Qing immediately begins gathering up her supplies, face determined, as if preparing for another battle.

XiChen stands up, pulling his torn robes back around his shoulders, “I will come as well.”

He expects MingJue to argue. To insist that he stay, and rest, and not aggravate his injuries. And for a moment, it does seem as if MingJue wants to object, each reason why XiChen should not further place himself in harm’s way easy to read in his eyes.

But he does not say any of them. Instead, he takes his outer robe off again, and lays it carefully over XiChen’s shoulders.

[itsuki-minamy]

“K - THE FIRST STORY”

CHAPTER 4: BLACK OR WHITE (Part 3)

* K - The First Story (List of Chapters) * Projects & Chapters

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

--- Testimony of the classmate, Sota Mishina.

Oh sure, it was around 11:45 PM on December 7th. There is no doubt that the preparations for the night of the school festival had just finished.

He climbed the stairs of the clock tower with the determination of a generation.

His heart was making a loud noise and his hands were sweaty and slimy. Still, he did not stop climbing the stairs. He is also a man. He will do what he has decided to do.

When he climbed to the top of the clock tower, he could see the view of Gakuenjima. Everyone is working hard to get ready for the school festival, which is coming up two weeks later, and the huge objects that he put in the yard look pretty good from the top, and the fire from the PDA that he plans to use at the night festival is beautiful.

He was thinking about that as he watched the situation below and was blown away by the cold midnight winter wind, he saw Yukizome coming. As a student council officer, she tells them to finish getting ready for the night. His reading that the last time she would come to the clock tower would be about 15 minutes before the date changed was correct.

Yukizome spoke a word or two with Inaba, who was pulling a rope, and came to the front of the clock tower. A moment before she tried to give instructions to everyone around her, he took a deep breath and yelled from the bottom of his stomach.

"Yukizome Kukuri-san! It's true love at first sight! Please go out with me!"

Everyone in the place fell silent and was looking towards the clock tower where he was.

Yukizome had the same lazy face as everyone else, but gradually her face turned red and she started to panic. It was cute, but she was so nervous that she was ashamed, so it wasn't the case.

After making a panicky movement, Yukizome turned to him and bent her head with force and bend her waist at a right angle.

"I'm sorry!"

He knew it. He was honestly thinking there was no pulse.

But he liked her for a long time, all year long. When he entered the school for the first time, he got lost because the school is big, Yukizome called him and accompanied him to his destination.

It's too big here, but she's so cute and kind, she was love at first sight. After that, she was nice to him.

Perhaps he misunderstood and thought she also liked him a bit. Yukizome is a kind person to everyone. He knew it wasn't just for him. Even so, he still wanted her to turn around. He wanted to hold her hand and dance together at the festival that night.

The dream was shattered and he was slightly shocked and unconscious. He was sad because he was totally sorry, he was sorry for Yukizome, who shrugged with a bright red face and ran away, and was not surprised by the eyes around her. He cries and stumble back. A strange laugh escaped his mouth, although it was not strange.

What he saw was a mountain of fireworks that was scheduled to be launched from the top of the clock tower at the school festival.

Filled with sadness, shame and apology, he wanted to blow away those feelings that swirled in his chest, so he approached the fireworks with a quick movement and lit them.

"Another love has fallen!"

The fireworks went straight up the night sky and the light flowers bloomed in the black sky. It was a memorial service for his love. He is reflecting on that now.

"You mean, what is it? Why do you suddenly want to hear about my sad night?"

"Huh? You wanted to ask if I saw Shiro at the confession? Would you mind the details of the confession if you heard that?"

"Oh... I don't know!" He could only see Yukizome in his eyes.

"That's right. Mishina-kun, were you watching everyone from the clock tower? You must have seen his figure when you were crushed!"

The boy lowers the end of his eyebrows and touches Mishina's arm.

The boy, accompanied by Kuro and Neko, caught Mishina, who was the party to the incident that night, in the corner of the classroom looking for someone to testify that the boy was on campus the night of December 7. He was listening to the story. As his costumes were still being tried on, Mishina was surrounded by Ebisu, Benten, and the Samurai.

Mishina was crying, perhaps because he remembered how he felt when he lost his love as he spoke.

"Don't say crush clearly! Why are you trying to smear a person's wound with salt?"

"Because even if I ask Kukuri, it's not so much at the time, and I don't remember if I was there..."

"Did you ask Yukizome-san?"

As Mishina cries with the urge to hold his head, the boy feels a little sorry and tries to comfort him.

"But Mishina-kun, shouldn't you have made the confession a bit more normal? Is it okay? Isn't it a problem for the other person?"

He thought he was worried, but the amount of tears that had accumulated in Mishina's eyes increased.

"At first, I approached her more normally! I tried to tell her that I casually liked her! But it was amazing to feel the goodwill!"

"Ah! Kukuri, that seems pretty boring."

The boy laughed inadvertently.

"So, as impressive and dramatic as possible, a confession aimed at the suspension bridge effect..."

As he said that, Mishina held his chest as if remembering the pain of a lost love, and was screaming.

Kuro, who was listening to the story with his arms crossed at his sides, punches Mishina's back to strengthen him.

"Don't be so depressed. I think your way of declaring yourself is wonderful."

"Oh, yes. I respect the love and action of passionate young men like Mishina-kun who can make such a confession."

"You guys never comforted me, are you stupid?"

"That's not the case. I was looking at Mishina-kun, who loves a girl so much, thinking it was really amazing."

While raising his hands and calming the approaching Mishina, Kuro looked at the boy with half-eyes.

"But there seems to be no evidence that he was at the site where Mishina was."

"Eh, huh? You actually saw Mishina-kun's crush site, can you talk about the details?"

"Many students will have witnessed Mishina-kun's crush site. You can acquire as much information as you wish later."

"Crush site... stop saying crush site!"

Mishina cried out in a sad voice. Neko laughs.

"Fireworks, sunrise! It was so beautiful!"

While innocently laughing, Neko expresses how the fireworks could be seen with both hands open. When she looked at it from the side, it seemed like she was thinking, "Did you see it too...?"

The boy doesn't remember if Neko was with him at the time (after all, he didn't know that Neko was a human girl at the time, he thought she was just a kitten), but Mishina was sad and urged him to lose love. The beauty of the fireworks launched remains in the boy's memory.

"By the way, it was the people from the student association who stopped the fireworks that Mishina continued to fire, right?"

Mishina shook his face with a bitter bite.

"Oh! They were there, the people from the student association."

--- Secretary of the student association, testimony of Sakura Asama.

She arrives on the scene just as the date changed from December 7-8.

It took about 15 minutes before the first fireworks were launched. At the time, she and President Hyuga were working in the student council room. President Hyuga is an excellent student president who is also known as a teacher with abundant intelligence and ability to execute. She was a little nervous when she was alone with the president in the student meeting room at night.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise and the outside of the window suddenly lit up. Many bright fireworks were blooming in the night sky. It was romantic watching the fireworks with the president, but that's not the case.

"What's wrong? There shouldn't have been an app for practice shooting fireworks, etc."

The president squinted through the back of her glasses and immediately contacted a student council officer who was supposed to be looking around the clock tower where Mishina was setting off fireworks. The president knows exactly where and what the executives plan to do and everyone's work schedule. That is why she can immediately give appropriate instructions and verify the situation. (Is that amazing? You're longing for it, right?)

Well, the PDA didn't connect. It's not unreasonable because the student association officer who should be looking around the clock tower was Yukizome.

She was unable to reach Yukizome, but soon another officer contacted the president.

It seems like second year Mishina Sota confessed to Yukizome from the top of the clock tower and was hovering around in despair and burning fireworks.

The president immediately ordered other officers to rush to the scene to stop the fireworks launcher. Sakura quickly got ready for office with the president. She took the wire cutter out of the toolbox and prepared to open the door even if the caster locks the clock tower and stands up.

Glancing sideways as she was ready, the president turned and walked out of the student council room, continuing to speak into the PDA. At that time, the president's clean hair was fluttering and smelling pleasant. The president's hair goes well with her image, and has a refreshing scent that is not sweet but fascinating.

It was midnight when she joined the other officers from the student association and arrived at the clock tower.

The area around the clock tower was full of gathered students.

The area around the clock tower was full of gathered students. Everyone just opens their mouths and watches the fireworks that are launched one after another. There were so many people, so she couldn't help stopping someone. Well, there are people who cannot move easily unless someone takes the initiative. That is why someone was needed who had the power to make decisions and act as the president.

The students around the clock tower noticed the arrival of the president and said: "The student association has arrived!" They raised their voices. It is an air that is safe if it comes from the president. The crowded students quickly cleared the way for the president, who was like Moses.

When the president observed the surroundings and understood the situation, she gave instructions in a clear voice. "Stop this!"

"Ah, the president was great!"

"Eh? If did I see Isana over there? I don't know. He's small so I didn't see him."

The boy was drowning.

It was good to visit the student council room with Kuro and Neko, see the first-year girl, Sakura Asama, and hear the story from the night of December 7, but it emphasized how wonderful the student council president was that day. He was unable to obtain any testimony that she saw the boy.

Asama is a fluffy, mature-looking girl who looks cool with braided hair that's tied sideways, but when the story reaches the student council president, the picture shows the heat dissipating.

Chiho Hyuga, the president of the student council in question, is processing the documents in question without paying attention to the boy, whether she is listening or not. Hyuga is a beautiful girl with straight black hair on her back and red-rimmed glasses. A talented person who stands at the top of the student association, rumored to be more powerful than teachers, and manages various school events. It has gained overwhelming popularity.

The boy sat down and asked Hyuga.

"I... should have been there, don't you remember?"

"I don't know. It wasn't work to see if a fool was in the place."

She replied coldly without raising her face.

The boy let out a disappointing voice in response to the blunt answer.

"It was really difficult at the time. What if the president didn't deal with it quickly? Do you have the article at the time?"

Asama presented the school newspaper to the boy as her cheeks turned slightly vermilion, perhaps in contradiction to Hyuga's attitude at the time. "The flower of love that bloomed in the night sky!" Below the caption, there were many photos from the scene from that night, including a photo of Mishina, who was captured by sympathetic students' association officers with both arms clasped. But…

"I am not here."

It is not far-fetched because he does not recall jumping into the camera to appear in the newspaper photos, but he is disappointed that there is nothing to prove his innocence.

Kuro looking at the newspaper next to the boy also looked rough. Only Neko has a mysterious appearance, as if the situation is still unknown.

"If you want a picture of the riot, why don't you ask the journalism club? Because they were filming a lot that day."

"Yes. The president should have dealt with the incidents that happened in succession, and her activities should have been photographed."

Asama leans her body enthusiastically. Hyuga raised her face without paying attention to Asama's situation, and finally turned her attention back to the boy.

"More than that, guys. No matter how much you are preparing for the culture festival, don't wander around campus in a playful way. Especially you, long accessories are forbidden."

Hyuga's eyes were on Kuro's waist.

"Ah, this is for accessories...!"

Kuro was upset, but Neko laughed happily, perhaps because he was angry. The boy wanted to confiscate weapons that were aimed at his own life if possible, but thought that trouble was more likely to occur because of that. He immediately left the student council room.

"What was that, did she say that 'Kotowari' is a prop?"

"Okay. It means your samurai style suits you too well."

The boy treats Kuro, who bites his teeth while walking down the hall, with appropriate words that move only half his head. Kuro looked at the costume he was wearing, and then turned his eyes to the boy and Neko.

"But, well... like this outfit, the school festival here has a lot of excitement."

"Also, under the initiative of the students, the members of the student association will divide so that everyone can do whatever they want and work together to do and prepare various things. Like December 7, there are days when you can prepare until the evening and there are many free places in this school."

The boy looks out the window. Students wave a props mallet in the yard, talk about how they are decorated, and laugh happily at each other. The scene seemed somewhat defeated and the boy narrowed his eyes.

"It's because it's peaceful that you can do this and work hard at it. I think it's amazing, very nice."

Speaking of stubbornness, Kuro opened his eyes a bit, looked at the boy's face suspiciously.

"Don't say something like an old man all of a sudden."

"Eh? Are you intrigued?"

"And don't forget that your situation is not peaceful at all."

"Ah! That's..."

The boy was drooling. Maybe she thought he was depressed, Neko hugged the boy's arm and encouraged him, "Shiro, cheer up!"

Kuro took a deep breath and crossed his arms in thought.

"By the way, that girl said the incidents happened quickly after that..."

"Oh, that's right. There was a crushing incident, and while the student association was going to capture Mishina, there was an uproar."

"What is that?"

--- Testimony of colleague Sumika Inaba.

About Mishina's case, she thinks it was tough. She thinks the time was around 0:15.

She was moving the horse that was going to guide the gods at the school festival.

He is a good and calm horse. He has beautiful brown fur, round black eyes, and is friendly. The riding club usually takes care of him, but that night they loaned it for the event.

"So, I was about to return the horse to the riding club stables, but that idiot Mishina made that confession, right? That guy is really useless. That kind of thing should only be done by a kid who has a pulse and that he's sure she likes flashy surprises. I think about Kukuri's feelings that she has to reject him in front of the public. Well, in Mishina's case, he wouldn't have had such an upset spirit to pressure her to say "yes". It's just stupid."

"When I looked at Mishina's feelings from the end, I knew it completely, but Kukuri was so bored in the love relationship that she did him no favors, so she desperately tried to make him notice it for himself."

"But I never heard about Mishina from Kukuri, but I understand that she has no more feelings for Mishina than she does from friends. There is a possibility that Kukuri likes him, no, not at all."

"Well, what was the story? Oh, the story after the confession case. Mishina was turned away and set off fireworks, so the horse I was leading was excited. I was desperate to calm him down. Normally he's quiet, but it seems like was surprised by the sound and the strange atmosphere."

Everyone around her was in awe of the fireworks that continued to increase with the momentum of today's school festival. Among them, there was a guy who had a PDA, but he always forgot that he had a fire and watched the fireworks. It seems that he was experimenting with the tatami used in the evening festival, but he was told to be very careful when using the fire, but he neglected his hand and looked up at the sky, so the fire was next to him. It burned the object that was there. It was an object stretched out with paper glued on a wooden frame, so it burned vigorously. The scene was in a panic.

Then the horse she was leading, which was already excited, saw the flames and panicked. She started running all the way so she was about to get dragged off the rope. The horse was running with a force that seemed to bounce off the people around him, and she was half crying and chasing him. Thanks to the fire and the raging horse, the people around her screamed.

"Really, that night was hard, right?"

"Huh? See Isana at the scene? I don't remember. Why is that important?"

The boy dropped his shoulders in front of the lonely Inaba.

"Hey... I'm looking for someone to prove that I was there..."

The boy, who found Inaba right in front of the clock tower at the scene of the incident, recalled that Inaba was in this place with a horse that night, but the result was also lost.