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venus-haze · 1 year

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Dawn Patrol (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: You never thought you’d see him again. Your soulmate, your other half, your partner in crime-fighting, the man you were going to spend the rest of your life with. It seems like the universe is giving you a second chance when you end up in this place with Homelander. Except, this one isn't quite like the man you remember, but he's not letting that stop him.

Note: Gender-neutral reader, and no descriptors are used. This is based on an anonymous request and also a different take on the “love of your life died and came back but something's wrong” horror trope. Title comes from the Megadeth song (which is about living in a dystopia). Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Extremely unhealthy relationship. Intense feelings of loss, confusion, and self-doubt on the reader’s part. Some elements of unreality? Homelander is extremely manipulative, possessive, and gaslights the hell out of the reader in this, but no physical harm is done. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

The man standing in front of you wasn’t John, not your John, at least. He acted strange whenever you called him that. Homelander felt so impersonal, though, a title and persona rather than the man you loved your whole life. You silently scolded yourself. You shouldn’t complain so much, not when he believed you, against all reason, despite never having met you before in this version of reality. If it were even real.

You had crumbled the first time you saw him. Weeks of being locked in a lab, poked and prodded and tested before he entered with an unfamiliar coldness. It had to have been a cruel trick, these people using your greatest vulnerability against you. John had been presumed dead for years. The ache that consumed you at his loss made it hard to even breathe sometimes, and you’d spent countless nights alone in your formerly shared bed, wracked by guilt for not doing more as you silently implored the universe to give you one more chance. You should have known it’d come with plenty of strings attached.

His name echoed through the room in a desperate howl. You strained against the titanium cuff you were chained to, and he froze upon hearing one of the links break. Rabid, desperate, tears streamed down your face in your delirium. You needed to touch him, to feel for yourself that it wasn’t your brain tricking you again. It has to be real this time.

His breath hitched as he approached you, the way animal control does a feral dog–cautious and gentle, but still regarding you with a level of distrust. Your struggle subsided with each step he took, until he was finally in arms’ reach. Looking into his blue eyes for the first time in years, your hand trembled as you lifted it to caress his cheek. Soft and warm like you’d remembered.

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m your–Gemini,” you said. “‘Cause I can–”

“Make duplicates of yourself, they told me. Who are you?”

“Not here, but somewhere else, I'm your partner in, well, everything. We grew up across the street from each other,” you told him. “Your powers showed up sooner than mine, but your mom always said we were a package deal, so when we started fighting crime together, it just made sense that we’d fall in love too.”

“My mom?” he whispered.

“She was the one who came up with the name Gemini for me.”

His gaze softened, his eyes turning cloudy. You recognized that look. Deep in thought, a million miles away, the only place John wouldn’t take you. This one didn’t seem eager to do so either. Did he and his mom not get along here? Was she dead, even?

He cleared his throat. “Go on.”

“We called ourselves Dawn Patrol because we’d get up before school to do our superhero stuff, and it stuck.”

“How did you end up here, then?”

“I already told them–”

“I want to hear it from you.”

You recoiled a bit. Your story began at the end, and while you managed to tell it to a group of seemingly indifferent white coats, recounting it to the man himself, or some version of him, was almost too much to bear. Still, you pushed through.

Phantom, that’s what he called himself, selfish and conniving with the ability to teleport in the shadows and seemingly shift reality itself. He was a particular menace that you and Homelander could never quite get the upper hand on, the situation imploding when Homelander, your Homelander, tackled the supervillain mid-teleport. The last thing you saw of him was his back as he disappeared with Phantom.

No one had seen him since. Despite Phantom’s insistence that he didn’t know what happened to Homelander, you kept an irrational, unrelenting grudge against him for taking the love of your life away from you. Guilt and rage fueled you, and in your most recent, and presumably last encounter with your arch-nemesis, you made the same mistake Homelander did, and ended up wherever the hell you were.

“Either you’re telling the truth, or you’re an unprecedented liar,” he hissed through his teeth, grabbing your wrists, “but I believe you.”

A beastial imitation of your first and only love transformed before your eyes over the following weeks. In his absence, your yearning had grown teeth, long and sharp, hungry to tear through flesh and for your flesh to be torn. This new man’s rib cage cracked open to offer part of himself to recreate you. You looked into the crimson void and saw his beating heart, a long-suffering shrine to you as yours was to his, or at least some memory of him. A loneliness you were all too familiar with was already settled deep within him. Why needlessly suffer though a monastic existence any longer?

You, in turn, indulged in him. Allowed your hunger to overtake you and break your involuntary fast as you devoured him. Insatiable, your lips pressed against the skin of this stranger that nevertheless you knew by heart. In your grief, in your anger, you’d pulled him out from the ether. You wondered if you could put him back together as the man you knew he could be, bloody your hands raw clawing back the damage that had been done to him by whoever came before you.

The first few days, you tried as much, the two of you hardly letting up from your entanglement in his bed. You stared at the mirror on the ceiling, taking him in with the attentiveness of the crowds that gathered around the tragically small Mona Lisa in the Louvre. Then, in the quiet moments, in tones hardly above hushed whispered, he’d ask you questions about this other life and upbringing he never got to experience, pensive at your answers, almost bothered at times.

Most of his questions seemed to be about his parents, especially his mother. Though your phone had been returned to you, it had no signal, but you were able to show him photos. Some of the last ones of you and John together was at a Fourth of July party in his parents’ backyard. One of his aunts had taken a candid photo of you, John and his parents sitting together at one of the patio tables, smiling and laughing. You had everything documented, from weddings to birthday parties to school days. John always poked fun at you for taking the phrase “take a picture, it’ll last longer” so seriously.

Now, reflecting on these times with his other, you clung to him as you watched him swipe through this other version of himself’s life. Studying it, silently reflecting on your stories and anecdotes as if to memorize them, be able to recite them by heart.

Despite the distorted period of reunited bliss, you could tell something was off about Homelander. He talked his way around your questions about his own upbringing, never quite giving you a straight answer and occasionally snapping at you when you pressed for more details. Your eyes widened the first time he did so, heart skipping a beat or two, you couldn’t recall John raising his voice at you like that before. Homelander noticed your reaction right away, soothing you with reassurances that he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be.

It seemed like he was mad at a lot of other people, though. He’d go on long rants about people at Vought, this corporation that didn’t exist where you were from but somehow controlled so much of his life and that of every other superhero. Walking around the tower with him, you noticed the way people’s demeanors shifted when he was there, a nervous submission he seemed to bask in but made your stomach feel sour.

His attempts not to scare you, to put you at ease with the prospect of spending the rest of your life with him were never quite as successful as he hoped. The warning voice in your brain knew something was off about him. You ignored it as best you could, figuring you could manage a way to handle him and chalking it up to the loneliness he was entrenched in before you came along. One night, a rarity wherein you were alone in his suite and finally had a chance to think the situation through, you panicked, hatching a messy escape plan.

Leaving a duplicate of yourself behind in the living room, you slipped out of the suite, walking down the long hallway to the elevator. The tower was so tall that it required switching elevators to get from the top floor to the lobby, and so you made the initial descent to the 50th floor.

The ride down was excruciatingly long, and every time the elevator stopped to let someone in, you felt yourself freeze up. No one acknowledged you at any point during the descent, filtering in and out, minding their own business.

When you switched elevators, you knew you were in the home stretch. Your heart raced as you pressed the ‘L’ for the lobby, the star next to the button assuring you that the ground floor would be your ticket out of there. By the time you were on the single-digit floors, you were alone again.

At least, you were until you reached the lobby. The doors opened, revealing Homelander waiting for you behind them. You backed into the wall on the opposite side of the steel box, as if that’d do anything to protect you.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. “And where do you think you’re going?”

He entered the elevator, reaching over to press the button back up to the 50th floor. Silence for nearly twenty floors, though you were sure the sound of your rapidly beating heart was deafening to him.

Finally, you spoke. “How did you know?”

“Your duplicate’s pretty convincing, but they don’t have a heartbeat,” he said.

John had never told you that. Your duplicates were perfect copies of you, your abnormal physical strength sapped to create each one so that they could take damage from attacks in your place. It never occurred to you that they were so blatantly lifeless.

The doors opened on the 50th floor, and instead of going in the next one over to continue the ascent, Homelander pulled you into an empty office. He closed the door, darkness engulfing the room. When you reached for a light switch, he caught your wrist in his hand instead.

“If you have a problem, you talk to me about it. You do not try to fake me out and run,” he hissed. “Do you really think the fucking white coats I saved you from would just let you walk out of here? You’d end up right back in that room. All of those things that he had, the loving parents, the pretty suburban life with your childhood sweetheart that's straight out of a fucking romcom? I didn't get that because of them."

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "You didn't deserve that."

"No," he said, almost shocked at your acknowledgement of how horrific his upbringing was. "I didn't. You're here, now, though, so we're both getting what we want."

Not like this. Not you.

Yet, you were stuck with the hand you had been dealt. This corrupted imitation of the man you loved, who nevertheless was so desperate for the intense emotions you felt for him otherwise that he was willing to believe you despite all logic telling him otherwise.

The way he spoke about the people back in the lab you’d been held in, as if he knew, experienced what you did and even worse. Saved you from it. Maybe you could try. Maybe that could get you somewhere.

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. Being around him rendered you emotionally vulnerable. He looked just like him, and at times acted almost exactly the same. If you closed your eyes long enough, you could convince yourself it was him. How long could you go on doing that before you walked around blindly?

“Babe, did you hear a word I just said?” Homelander asked.

You looked up at him. “Got distracted, sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, the slightest smile on his face. “I’ll chalk it up to my good looks. I know you’ve been cooped up for a while, so I want you to do a team-up with me tomorrow night. It’ll be Dawn Patrol, just like old times.”

Old times? There were no old times. Not with him.

Nevertheless, you agreed. “Yeah, it’d be nice to get back out there. Haven’t done it in a while.”

“Once you’re back at it, you won’t even have to think about it, like riding a bike,” he paused for a moment, “I guess.”

His excitement the following day was infectious. You hadn’t done any crime-fighting in a long time, and doing so with him would surely help you ease into it again. He was always the best of the best, but it seemed like here, not only was he deified, but he reveled in it.

When he brought you to his superhero team’s private gym to train, he was almost shocked at how well your powers and fighting style seemed to compliment him. Elation filled your chest. Maybe you’d jumped to conclusions too soon about him. You just had to be more flexible, willing to compromise to make it work.

You were thrown off upon being presented with a crime-fighting schedule that night. A self-professed crime analytics team explained their methodology to you. When you looked to Homelander in disbelief, he seemed unfazed by the information. Being able to predict crime down to the minute just to bolster careers and social media followings seemed far from ethical, but from what little you’d learned of Vought in the weeks you’d been there, that wasn’t a concern of theirs.

Flying with him again was almost too overwhelming, bringing back memories of you and John in your teenage years. Instead of partying with your peers, the two of you would pick up fast food late on Saturday nights, sitting on suburban rooftops with your police scanner, eating burgers and listening for trouble. He’d grab you by the waist, flying off with you to stop some bad guys. Of course, people complained to your parents that you’d leave chicken nugget boxes and ketchup packets on their roofs in your haste.

By the time Homelander landed in an alley just a block away from where the crime would supposedly take place, you were crying.

“You okay? I thought you’d be used to it.”

“I am. It’s just been a while. Brought back a lot of memories.”

He smiled, kissing your forehead. “You won’t have to go so long without flying with me again. I promise, babe.”

You sniffled, giving him a weak smile. “Let’s go get some bad guys.”

“That’s the spirit!”

The next few minutes were silent as Homelander listened for the sound of a bank alarm. Late-night robbery, the crime analytics team had told you, it couldn’t be easier. You weren’t sure what time it was when Homelander grabbed you, the familiar gesture of his arm around your waist making you feel overwhelmed again.

When he landed, you could see the glass doors leading into the bank had been smashed, leaving shards of glass scattered on the sidewalk that crunched beneath your boots. There’d be three bank robbers, one lookout while the other two took what they could from the vault. You and Homelander already agreed that you’d take on the lookout and then join him in subduing the others.

You hesitated for a moment when you and Homelander split up, but you didn’t let it distract you too much. The lookout froze upon seeing you duplicate, his hand shaking as he pointed the gun between you and your temporary clone. Whichever one he shot, you’d heal fast enough, though you’d get less damage if he shot the duplicate rather than you.

His impulsiveness proved to be his downfall, as your duplicate began to walk toward him, and he pulled the trigger, nearly passing out when the clone de-materialized before him.

In his moment of distraction, you knocked the gun from his hand, grabbing a nearby desk phone and hitting him in the temple with it. You kicked the gun to the other side of the room before he could reach for it and hit him in the head again. He dropped to the ground, unmoving on the floor.

You set off to find Homelander. The vault was empty when you got there, a mess of valuable and still smoldering scorch marks in the wall where either the thieves had used explosives to break their way in, or Homelander had lasered them into oblivion. Regardless, there was no sign of anyone.

“Homelander?” you called out.

No response. You looked around frantically for any sign of him.

You couldn’t lose him again, not even this terrifying version of him. “Homelander, where did you go?”

Silence again. Your pounding heart rang in your ears as you turned around, setting off for another part of the building in hopes of finding him. There wasn’t anyone else you could count on here, and for all his faults, he was the only person you trusted.

Just when it felt hopeless and your brain was about to implode on itself at the sinking notion that maybe he was gone, a loud bang came from the other side of the bank where the vault was. You rushed over without a second thought for your own safety. Besides, the injury your duplicate had taken on your behalf was already healing. You'd do it a thousand times over if it meant keeping him safe.

Homelander stood in the middle of the previously empty vault, the two thieves knocked out, or maybe they were dead. It didn’t matter, because he clearly wasn’t.

“Where were you?” you asked, your voice cracking.

“I’ve been here the whole time.”

“No you haven’t. I came over here and there was no one. I called out for you and—“

“And what?”

“I wanna go home,” you cried, clinging to him. “Please, let’s just go home.”

He nodded, his superhuman strength allowing him to scoop you up in his arms with ease. You always felt safe in them, and you pressed your head to his chest, trying to focus on the sound of his heartbeat as he flew back to his suite at the tower.

His heart always beat faster than anyone else’s, having to maintain the life of the most powerful superhero to ever live. It was a heavy burden, though you tried your best to offset it, you sometimes felt too reliant on him. He never made you feel bad for it, neither version of him did.

You were still a bit dazed when he landed, shuffling into his living room and leaning against the back of the couch. He said he had been in the vault, but you knew it had been empty when you walked over to it. You knew what you saw.

“You did great with the lookout. I can help you train more, and we’ll try again in a few days,” he said. “I’ll get the crime analytics team to find us another softball one.”

“Homelander,” you began tentatively, “back there did you–did you do that on purpose? Disappear on me?”

“Of course not, darling, why would I do something like that after everything you've been through?” he asked, his voice soft enough that if you let yourself, you could pretend for a few moments he was your Homelander. “I told you, I was in the vault the whole time.”

“I can’t lose you again,” you said, your voice cracking. “I can’t—“

“You won’t. I’ve always been here. I love you.”

He’s lying, the voice in your head screamed, he’s not your John. There’s something wrong.

You ignored it, choosing instead to kiss him, to drown out the rational with the feeling of your lover’s lips again. You would take this Homelander over none at all. “I love you too.”

#homelander x reader #the boys x reader #homelander #the boys #the boys tv #the boys amazon #homelander x you

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wh0recannon · 3 years

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Yes Thoughts, all of them are Super “Indebted” Todoroki

You know that man is mentally scarred so if you were free him from his chains of trauma and insufferableness by being yourself and loving him, he will not hesitate to regard you a deity and do anything for you.

Literally Anything.

Guess what, he finished his patrol early, has cleaned everything around the house, and makes sure you come home with a meal already on the stove

He bought like 24 cookbooks when y’all moved in together so he could show you his gratitude and also because he sucks at cooking anything not soba related

“Hey, Sho. I had a pretty bad day today so—.” Already left for the bathroom cabinet. He has returned with a bottle of acetaminophen in his right hand and a cup of water in his left, and you can hear the bath water running.

“Please tell me about it, Y/N. I’m here to listen to you and help in any way I can. I’ve also started the bath for you, if you would like one.”

If you happen to come home before him, cook your own food, and go to bed alone, he’ll return and make your lunch for the next few days to “apologize for leaving you by yourself”

Also whatever you left for him when he came home is gone. All of it. A sticky note is now on the fridge thanking you like you healed him from the brink of death or something.

You like to collect those sticky notes like children collect stones. “Hey, wanna see the sticky notes my husband leaves me?”

If he has a day off that you don’t also have he doesn’t. No exceptions. He’d rather work himself into the ground than relax at home without his angel.

…actually he won’t anymore because you told him that was incredibly unhealthy and that your presence should not be a requisite to his happiness so now he just stays home and cooks.

But sometimes, Shoto will go to the arcade and do things he never experienced as a child. He’ll also draw pictures of things he saw on his walk so he can show them to you when you get home and, on occasion, Midoriya. He’s actually a very good artist.

You both have a day off? No. It’s your day off. Best believe he’s doing everything to spoil and pamper you. Not like you ask or anything. In fact you asked if he wanted to switch places. Multiple times.

“Darling, I’m already on Cloud 9 having the chance to care for you like this. This is my day off.” Okay, weirdo.

When he finally lets you be the caring spouse for once, he can not stop staring at you with pure unadulterated love. When you sit him in between your legs to comb his hair for him (sooo fucking soft btw), he is literally in heaven.

You can cook him a boiled and salted potato and he will eat it like he has lived in the Sahara Desert for years. You can cook him a Beef Wellington like Gordon Ramsay and he’ll swallow it like a feral cat living in under an alley way dumpster. The fact that you made it makes it godly.

Fun challenge time! Go to the mall with him and convince him not to buy you anything. Do your best!! You will fail.

“You deserve all the happiness I can provide you, and I don’t mind if it’s materialistic.”

Nice! I don’t need 4 more shirts repping my comfort show and a Studio Ghibli bracelet.

You’re depressed? Feeling worthless? That’s cute. He will hold you and list his favorite things about you, except he’s just listing the things he noticed about you and calling them “precious” and “adorable”.

You’re literally amazing to him and he’s NOT letting you forget it.

((These next few hcs are NSFW btw, so piss off minors it’s for your safety.))

In bed he is completely submissive to you and you only. His biggest priority is always your pleasure.

Yes, body worship is on the table. He regards you as a deity, remember? Every part of you is incredible and he wants you to believe him when he says it.

He loves being degraded, it’s honestly adorable. The idea that he’s nothing compared to you and yet is who you choose to be intimate with is already getting him hard, and for you to enforce it? He’s melting!

He can be dominant, too, if you ask. His favorite thing is marking you because you always end up showing it off later whether he put it in easy to cover places or not.

He does try to put it in easy to cover places. He may act like an animal then but he truly doesn’t want to embarrass you (even though he loves it when people notice, no matter how embarrassed he acts).

When he bottoms out in you he’s telling you he loves you, when he’s about to release he’s telling you he loves you, when he feels like you truly own him he’s telling you he loves you. He doesn’t say a lot most of the time, but he’s going to be as honest as he wants here.

#mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #anime #bhna fluff #todoroki headcanons #todoroki x reader #shoto x reader #shouto imagines #bnha headcanons #todoroki x you #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #mha x you #shoto todoroki

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minniepetals · 4 years

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Rose & Thorns: 08

— 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: bts x reader

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

— word count: 8.9k

— warnings: yoongi becomes feral for a moment, hurt and comfort

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"Yoongi, w-we have to go."

He saw you, he found you, he met your eyes.

But you wanted nothing to do with him so you ran away towards the only safe haven that was with you at the moment and when Yoongi woke up to find you running towards him at a fast speed, tears waiting to fall from your eyes, he grew angry.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Sleepiness thrown to the side, he inspected you. The basket you had held onto was gone and now the only thing you were holding onto was the cape wrapped behind your back, clutching it as if your life depended on it. You didn't look physically hurt anywhere but you were shaking with fear.

And someone was going to pay for making you that way.

"It's Jinyoung," you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut and allowing the tears to fall but you quickly wiped them away. "I saw him," you said, "he saw me."

Jinyoung.

He couldn't ever forget that name, not when that was the same human that had hurt his precious maknae when they had been out on a night patrol, the same human that captured him and took him away, locking him up in their dungeon.

Jinyoung.

That cursed name.

Jungkook told them about him, at least the short version of it. He liked you.

Liked you.

No one deserved you.

There was something strange about the way Yoongi's silver eyes turning dark and dangerous and it almost scared you a bit.

"Y/N!"

But that fear was nothing compared to how you felt when you heard Jinyoung calling your name and that was what made you jump, quick to hide behind Yoongi's big self who instinctively went on to sheild you.

He growled at Jinyoung the second he came in sight and the man jumped back a bit at the sight, only to smirk in wonder a split second later.

"Well," he began just as the rest of his soldiers walked up from behind, "I see you've found yourself another dragon, Y/N."

Oh no, you gasped and emerged from Yoongi's shadow to glare at Jinyoung. "Don't come any closer, Jinyoung, he isn't someone you can just take."

Yet despite you saying that, Jinyoung only smiled at the sight of you. "Well hello, Y/N, it's been a while, hasn't it?"

When he took a step forward, Yoongi stepped up again to try and conceal you with a deadly gaze that warned him to not get any closer to you if he even dared to. A once peaceful beginning you were living in and yet you were being tested again. Perhaps fate was and would never be on your side so maybe you should not have been surprised.

One moment you were happy, the next you were forced into the submission of fear all over again.

"Y/N," Yoongi turned back to you and the once dark eyes returned to a soft gaze just for you. "Step back," he told you, voice quiet yet tense, his anger barely restrained at Jinyoung's presence and when your eyes gazed into his with worry and fright, he let out a small sigh. "It'll be alright," he vowed softly as he gently nuzzled against your face as if trying to comfort you in easing the pain away.

"No, Y/N," Jinyoung quickly interjected, disgusted at the sight of the dragon being so close to you. "Y/N, come back to me."

Yoongi's head snapped back to the man who dared to say such a thing. The other soldiers had their swords and spears out, ready to strike anytime if Yoongi made one wrong move, yet it didn't faze the mighty dragon one bit.

But Jinyoung ignored the glare directed to him and instead held his hand out for you. "Come back home to the village, don't you miss it?"

You shook your head. "You'll hurt me," you said, "you'll punish me."

"No we won't." You knew he was lying. Everyone knew he was lying. "Everyone misses you."

Yoongi scoffed while you shook your head again, knowing he could never be telling the truth. He wasn't ever that soft to you and had never once cared for you like a man should have. He only wanted to use you, they all did, him and the soldiers, the chiefs and the villagers.

"Why would they miss me, Jinyoung?" You challenged.

"Why?" He laughed aloud as if he couldn't believe he had to explain such a thing. "You tamed a dragon, Y/N, and now you've tamed another. Who knows how many other dragons you've tamed and that's all coming from a little girl who was once a worthless nobody."

A worthless nobody.

When you were about to fall back down into those dark thoughts, it was Yoongi who growled so hard it sounded like a low roar in the back of his throat. His eyes were like the dark side of the moon as he looked Jinyoung dead in the eyes and like a feral animal, Yoongi was ready to pounce.

The soldiers shouted in battle cries but it was nothing compared to the dark and dangerous warrior side to Yoongi whose single swing of his tail was more than enough to have them all flying back and hitting the trees and ground with hard thuds.

But for Jinyoung, he saved his sharpened claws for him. Jinyoung was on edge, prepared to defend and fight back but even as captain of the soldiers, he was nothing compared to a dragon. Sure he had beat one before but that was only because Jungkook wasn't on full guard. So when Jinyoung ran towards Yoongi with a challenge, Yoongi simply scoffed, letting out an angry roar before he swiped his claws straight upon Jinyoung's face and the man's scream echoed loud through the forest.

"Let's go," was all Yoongi had to say as he turned back to you to have you instantly climb onto his back.

His wings flapped a few time, sending Jinyoung one last glare of warning before flying into the sky, towards the clouds that kept him away from the views of the soldiers so that they wouldn't know which direction he was heading towards in the case that any of them wanted to follow the two of you home.

When you returned, the sky had already dimmed, telling you that the patrols were already back and you were sure they were all probably wondering where the two of you had gone especially when you had no basket of herbs with you in hand.

The looks of concern that filled the clan made you feel anxious but at the same time, it felt a little relieving to know they were beginning to care and worry.

You held your cape close to you while hugging yourself as the both of you ignored the questioning stares and Yoongi flew past them all, landing himself on the grounds of the castle where you slid off of him and he returned to his human form.

"What happened?" Namjoon asked as Jungkook ran up to you, his hands on your shoulders, concern displayed in his eyes while you refused to meet his gaze and instead hung your head low.

"Y/N?" He softly called upon your name, head angling down to try and take a look at you. Luckily you weren't actually visibly hurt anywhere so that was something he didn't need to worry about. "What's wrong, little one?" Still, it didn't make him any less concerned.

You let out a small sniffle and their hearts almost shattered at just the sound alone. Jungkook almost froze in spot but when you laid your head against his chest, he took that cue to hold you against him, feeling so protective in that moment, and gave Yoongi the questioning gaze.

The older dragon hesitated for a moment, watching you carefully before letting out a small sigh. "We met Jinyoung and a few other soldiers," he informed them and that alone was enough to anger the rest of them, especially Jungkook.

"Y/N-"

But you cut him off as you stepped back from the youngest prince, wiping away your tears as you shook your head. "I want to be alone," you told him.

"Y/N.." He watched you with a conflicted gaze. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care, I-"

"Hey." Taehyung walked up and grabbed ahold of your hand, eyes trying to search into yours yet you refused to give in.

You couldn't understand your feelings. You felt angry but sad. What Jinyoung said was wrong and you were tired of it all. Tired of being used by those villagers, tired of them not ever seeing your worth even when you've already left them, and tired of the fact that they had the audacity to try and take you back only for the reason of them using you against the dragons.

You didn't want to deal with it anymore. You just wanted to be left alone and have the world stop putting you under so much when you gave it your everything. One moment everything was so close to perfect but now there you were made a fool once again.

You wanted to be loved, to be cherished, to know how it felt to be taken care of by someone who loved you but how were the chances ever going to happen when all your life you've had to prove your worth to everyone?

You were tired.

"I'm tired, Taehyung," you stressed the words, voice shaking as the tears formed against your waterline, quick to fall before you could even try to blink it away. "I'm so tired."

"Hey, don't say that," Taehyung consoled in a gentle voice, "Jinyoung's gone, he isn't here anymore. Everything will be alright."

"You say that yet when has anything ever been alright?" You asked him and it crushed them all to see you that way. You were losing hope in the world. "What if Jinyoung comes back? What if the next time I see him, he sends me back to the village and I have to pay the price for saving Jungkook? They won't it let me go that easily."

"And we won't give you up that easily."

You turned at the sound of Seokjin's voice. "Why not?" You queried.

"You're one of us now, Y/N," he told you, "you belong to the clan."

Maybe a part of you felt good to hear that, the fact that you were accepted into the clan, yet another part of you wanted something more. You didn't know what, you just wanted...more.

"What if I was still thinking of leaving?"

You hadn't ever been so blunt, voice so flat they couldn't tell what you were thinking. The question itself made Jungkook feel something drop in his stomach and the silence that followed made you feel as if you were expecting too much, that the hope you had held onto from the moment you woke up after returning with Namjoon was a hope you should have never had.

You were feelings things.

Feeling things for them. Seven dragon princes well respected in their clan, the ones that had once regarded you as an enemy due to you being a human. What was wrong with you? They already had each other and yet here you were, feeling things that should not have been allowed.

"Even if you are still thinking of leaving," Hoseok began, his voice soft and low as if he was keeping his true emotions hidden, "we still wouldn't let that Jinyoung try and take you away."

"You saved my life." Jungkook took ahold of both your hands with a light squeeze and a tight smile that looked too fake for him to conceal his disappointment because his eyes were filled with tears waiting to fall. "I'm not going to let anyone try and destroy the one pure gift that should have been given the whole world from the moment she was born."

"I don't care about it anymore," you said, two drops of tears falling, "I don't care about having the world, I just...I just want it all to stop."

You sounded pathetic to your own self but to them, they wanted nothing more than to make it all better for you. You may have looked pretty in tears but it was breaking their hearts.

"We'll make it stop," Jungkook vowed.

"Jinyoung, he-"

"He won't be back, we'll make sure of it," Namjoon stated.

"What makes you so sure?"

"I've hurt him once but that was just a warning," Yoongi stepped up from where he stood and you turned around, meeting his protective gaze. "The next time he ever dares to show his pathetic face in front of you, you wouldn't want to know what I'll do."

Your lips pressed together as you sniffled. "Thank you," you told him but he shook his head.

"Between you and us, there are no sorrys and thank yous."

"We'll make it better, Y/N." Jimin grabbed your attention to stand in front of you, holding your face in his large hands as he gently wiped the tears on your face. "We'll make it better," he whispered again.

Your brows furrowed slightly. "How?"

He looked up at his mates, sending them a lopsided smile before returning to you. "Trust me, Y/N," he said, "when it comes to being taken care of, as long as you are in a room with people who cares about you and who wants to make it alright again, you will feel better in no time." When you look at him with a confused gaze, Jimin's heart almost fell because you really had no idea what it meant to be on the receiving end. "Come here." He grabbed your hand and dragged you away with the others following just behind.

Jimin sat you down on one of the large sofas where he grabbed a soft blanket to wrap yourself in. The others settled around with soft smiles of their own.

Jimin sat beside you. "First," he said and went on to brush away the remaining traces of tears on your face. "Next." It puzzled you a little at how the first step had been just that and when Jimin opened his arms for you, you blinked and instinctively found yourself silently asking permission towards the others.

But the other princes were all too familiar with Jimin's steps to comforting and making someone feel better. The second step, however, had only been reserved for them or the little dragons. And now you, someone who became special to them without your knowledge just yet.

They beckoned their heads, nodding, smiling, encouraging you to go on.

You hesitated for a moment, gulping quietly, then moved in and had Jimin hold you.

"Y/N."

"Hm?"

"It's okay," he told you, "make yourself comfortable."

It felt strange but the second you laid your head to rest against Jimin's chest, your emotions began to breakthrough as if that was what you needed the most.

To be held, to be told that it was okay, that you wouldn't make him or someone else feel strange or have them back away. You sought for his warmth more than the blanket. His soft scent, strong arms that held you close to him, the comforting rubs that circled your back.

It was enough to make you feel some type of way.

"Jimin?" You called his name and he hummed in reply. "I think I might cry," you confessed, warning him beforehand so that he could take that opportunity to let you go.

Yet Jimin didn't let you go. He only held you tighter.

"Go on," he said. "Cry."

And you did.

Because no one had ever told you that. Back in that village, whenever the people teased you or bullied you and whenever you wanted to cry, they'd laugh some more or just simply tell you that you shouldn't be crying, that crying made you weak and that nobody wanted to deal with your tears.

You've always wanted to fall into someone's arms and have them be the shoulder to cry on yet there was no one. You were always left to yourself and a thin blanket that barely kept you warm through the nights. Your blanket was the only one that held you when you needed someone.

You had no idea how many times you have cried but it was more than you could count. As you grew up, however, the tears eventually became braver and faded away. Sometimes it'd be too much to bear, however, and you'd return to your blanket and cry there.

Silently.

Away from them all.

When you first cried in front of Jungkook, back when he was still imprisoned, when he told you that he liked your voice, you had been relieved for a short moment, only to crawl back in fear and wipe the tears away because you were afraid he'd make fun of you if you cried longer.

He never shoved you away though, and what was what you were thankful for the most. Because Jungkook had been the first to accept you for who you were.

And now that his mates have started to grow fond of you, you could only let the tears fall some more.

"You're beautiful, you know," Jimin said in his soft, gentle, voice. "You're smart and sweet, kinder than anyone in this world, the most selfless person I have ever met. You've given up so much of yourself for others even when they hated you and that is what we regret the most in our life."

"You saved my life when we fell down that cliff. You were exhausted and hurting but still carried me with all that you had, staying up nights just to make sure I was alright."

"The little dragons all love you because you are kind and gentle."

"Your smile alone can make someone's day. It's made my day."

"Not only that but you're always so considerate of others."

"You make sure everyone is alright before your own self which can become slightly concerning too."

"You need to take care of your own self too, Y/N. Your health, both physical and emotional, are very important."

"But we'll take care of it," Jimin said. "In the moment when you are weak and have forgotten to take care of yourself, we'll take care of you in your stead."

He was right. As long as you were in a room with people who cared about you and who wanted to make it alright again, you would feel better in no time.

"Y/N unnie! Look!"

You gasped at the sight in front of you, almost dropping the trays of food in your hand if it wasn't for a young dragon to come and help you steady it. You let them take care of it to place it on the table.

"Haeun, is that you?" Your smile was so bright and wide when you saw the little dragoness now turned a pretty little girl.

"Yes!" She giggled as she ran to fall into your arms. "I'm pretty aren't I?" She asked when you picked her up.

"So, so pretty," you nodded with enthusiasm and she turned to the others who still had yet to learn how to shift into a human. With a smirk on her face, she boasted "Y/N unnie called me pretty!"

Choruses of complaints and envy were quick to echo into the nest.

"Not fair, Haeun!"

"I wanna be called pretty!"

"I wanna become a human too!"

They were all too cute for your heart to take and you giggled as you let Haeun back down. Just then, a small dragon had tugged onto the hem of your dress. "What is it, little one?"

"Where's prince Taehyung?" The little dragoness asked.

"He's running an errand for prince Seokjin," you told him, smile slightly falling because the herbs you had tried to collect the day before all went to waste when you and Yoongi came in conflict with Jinyoung and the other soldiers.

So Taehyung took up the job to get the herbs in your stead. A part of you felt bad and you had voiced it out but the princes wouldn't let you feel that way, deeming that you shouldn't be leaving the mountain for at least two more days just in case Jinyoung was still around the area.

You agreed. You had to. For one, you were in fear of seeing Jinyoung again. And two, the guys weren't going to let you even if you refused.

They were cute in that way, their stubborn protective selves who wouldn't let anything else happen to you.

"Aw, I wanted him to see me," Haeun pouted.

"It's okay, he'll be back," you promised.

"Y/N noona, will you be around more often now?" Another dragon asked. "You're helping out both prince Seokjin and prince Taehyung, right?"

"Oh, by the way, did something happen last night?"

"Yeah, I heard the warriors talking about how you didn't look so good and prince Yoongi looked upset."

"What happened?"

You smiled softly at their concerns and picked up the last one that had spoken. "Come here, come up my shoulder," you asked another one.

"But your shoulder.." he trailed off with worry. "Prince Taehyung said to be careful."

"It's alright," you promised, "I'm all healed."

Upon hearing that, he smiled brightly and almost instantly flew up to perch onto your shoulder. Haeun held out her hand and you took it to hold onto her hand. The rest of them followed along at your sides as you walked towards the entrance of the roost, staring out towards the dragon clan before you.

"All you have to know is that everything is better now," you said, "I'm alright."

"So, does that mean we'll be seeing more of you from now on? Has prince Namjoon said it was alright for you to take up two jobs?"

Yet before that, that meant you staying in the clan for good, didn't it?

As you looked out at the sight before you, the wonderful clan that had become a place you never thought you'd call a home, you felt as if things were finally beginning to fall into place. It wasn't all going to be always great, you knew that, but you also knew that if you were to stay, it would be better than to search for another place where you'd have to try and find another place where you could belong in.

So maybe you would indeed stay in the clan.

"I want to stay."

It had taken a few days for you to finally get the opportunity to bring it up but there you were, in the castle and telling them your wish as the sun began to set.

"If you'll let me."

"If we'll let you?" Namjoon laughed. "You were already one of us, Y/N. We were just waiting for you to make your final decision." He smiled when Jungkook tried to hide his bright smile but couldn't possibly do so.

"But I am no dragon," you pointed out.

"You don't need to be a dragon to be one of us," Seokjin said. "We've already accepted you."

"And besides," Namjoon stepped up from where he sat to walk over towards you. His tall height almost made him intimidating but it was nothing compared to when you had first met. Namjoon's eyes were kinder, softer, more gentle. Especially his hold, gentle when he took your hand into his. "Any human that can tame a prince, needless to say seven," you chuckled a little though slightly confused at where he was going, "they are the keeper of the dragon."

"Keeper?" You repeated the word and blinked at how strange it sounded on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes met Jungkook's and the two of you shared knowing smiles. "I am Y/N," you said, "keeper of the dragon."

The two of you burst out laughing, making the hyungs confused.

"What is it?" Hoseok asked.

"It was what I first told Jungkook when I first met."

"Yup," Jungkook snapped his finger, smirking. "The villagers made her keeper of the dragon," he looked at them, "aka me, because she was the only one who volunteered to keep guard of a dragon, the only one brave enough," he walked towards you, eyes never straying away from your sight, "courageous, and kind enough to befriend a mighty dragon."

Upon hearing that, the older dragons smiled knowingly.

"Indeed those are true," Taehyung nodded. "You walked into a clan of dragons and made them all like you."

"It took a while," you pouted slightly.

Jungkook took your chin upon his fingers. "But you did it." His voice was low and soft and you stared at one another for a moment but then you realized how close the two of you were and cleared your throat as you backed away, almost tripping but catching your balance again.

"W-well, um.." You turned back to Namjoon, face flustered and they smirked at the sight but you chose to ignore it for your sake. "So that's it?" You asked. "I'm automatically a member?"

"No," Namjoon shook his head, "we'll hold a ceremony tomorrow."

Your heart stopped. "Wait, what?"

"A ceremony," Yoongi repeated. "You know, the formal and public occasion celebrating an event."

"I know what a ceremony is," you gave him a small glare, "but why?"

"We always hold a ceremony when accepting someone into our clan," Jimin informed. "It's tradition, just like holding a ceremony for when the whelps become apprentices, and those apprentices become warriors and receive their assigned clan roles and any other ceremonies we've held."

"I..." you frowned, lips formed into a cute pout they found so adorable. "I don't want a ceremony."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to be in the center of attention, Hoseok."

"Well then how else will the clan know you've become a member?"

"Um? Announcing it?"

"Exactly," Seokjin laughed. "That's what the ceremony is for."

"But-"

"Don't worry, everyone here loves you."

"That's not what I'm worried about," you whined and they almost melted into puddles because you were so cute.

The ceremonies were always held in the ceremony hall. It was a large cleared space above the ground just like any other nests, but with ancient pillars that represented the previous leaders of the Clan. If Namjoon was ever to be gone, which wasn't soon, another pillar would be made in his honor.

You went to the ceremonies before, the last one being when a whelp was made into an apprentice. The one who was honored always wore something nice and looked presentable and that was what you came to fear the most besides the attention. After all, dressing up meant the attention being on you.

You tried to back out of it but Jimin and Taehyung wouldn't let you so you had to reluctantly allow the apprentices to help you out. They always helped out the ones who would be the reason to the ceremony being held and now there you were, not ever thinking you'd be one of them with a ceremony held for you.

The moment you came riding one of the apprentice's mentor, a warrior of the clan, the commotion died down as they all awaited for your presence.

You fell from the dragon with elegance and the room grew silent as their eyes widened at the sight of you. You thanked the warrior and turned to the two young apprentices who began to guide you through but everything became deaf to the prince's ears, visions blinded except from the sight of you.

You wore a beautiful dress with the top being white and the skirt a pretty light purple. Two flower embroiders fell at your shoulders where the laced cape both met and ended. The cape flowed behind you as you walked, falling to meet the ground, trailing along the same length as your dress. Your hair was down with a pretty flower crown made of authentic jasmines and pink roses. And your face, your face held onto one of the prettiest smiles they had ever seen and just for that alone, Namjoon found himself asking why he still hadn't asked his mates about what they thought of you yet.

You as their mate.

"Thank you," you whispered softly to the two apprentices once you got close to the hall and they bid you goodbye with little giggles, telling you that you looked pretty one last time.

When you walked on again, finally, you stood in front of Namjoon who was still left frozen in place until your nervous smile greeted him.

He chuckled knowingly when you gave him the look and smiled at you to ease your nerves.

You bowed before him and Namjoon began the ceremony. You had a hand clutched against your chest, still nervous of the whole formal occasion. You've seen the ceremonies before and the ones that bowed before Namjoon were always a little bit nervous but you thought of yourself as a little worse than them. After all, you were a human, possibly the first human to ever have a ceremony held for her as she was being accepted into a clan made of dragons.

"I, Kim Namjoon, leader of the Dragon Clan that protects the East Sky and Mountains, call upon my warrior ancestors to look upon us today as we accept a new member into our clan." The words were old and formal, a new one you hadn't heard of yet because no ceremony of a new clan member had been held yet when you were around. Hoseok told you that he and a few others had joined the clan as outsiders as well so it wasn't the first time they've held a ceremony such as yours. He went through the same thing so he understood your nerves to an extent.

Namjoon called upon your first and last name. "Do you promise to uphold the Dragon Code, to protect and defend the Clan, to remain loyal to me and the princes and all of the current members of this clan?"

"I do," you answered.

He stood tall and proud. "From now on, whatever clan you've served before, whatever village, town, chief, commander, leader you had lived under, your old life is no more. I welcome you as a new member. As Y/N, Keeper of the Dragons."

The cheers and welcoming proceeded immediately afterwards and you looked up to meet the eyes of the seven princes.

Keeper of the Dragons.

It was a little different, a little special for your case. After all, you were a human becoming a clan member to the dragons. Possibly the first human to have been able to not tame a dragon, but to befriend one.

Two.

Seven.

And many more.

"Y/N, come here!"

Before you could even process what was happening to you, the excitement in Hoseok's voice had already dragged you away and the next thing you knew, you were running away with him.

"Hoseok-" He quickly picked you up and you squealed as the man jumped off the ceremony hall, holding onto him tightly, only for the two of you to land right onto the back of Namjoon's. You pouted and hit Hoseok on his chest. "Don't scare me like that!"

The man laughed. "You really think I would let you fall?"

"What are we even doing?" You looked back at Namjoon whose eyes were just as beautifully golden as Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung and then you realized, you also hadn't taken a chance to see Jimin's eyes with him as a dragon so you turned around and met a beautiful pair of silver eyes that glowed of the moon.

He smiled at you in response of your pretty smile and you giggled a little.

"We're going back to the castle," Namjoon said and flew on towards their home with the others closely behind.

They led you into the castle, past the living room and in between the two spiraling staircases. You took a left then a right and came upon a beautiful stained glass arched door before you. The colors crystalized in shades of blue and green combined with white, with two large roses on the bottom corners, vines spiraling upwards as smaller roses followed it.

"Whoa," you gasped in awe, "I've never seen this room before."

They shared gentle smiles before Jungkook went on to open the doors.

Your eyes widened even more as you stepped into the room, greeted by an enchanted greenhouse filled with greens and pretty flowers everywhere. A pathway began from the entrance, following in straight until it reached the center of the greenhouse and diverged into two paths leading around the center where a magnificent tree laid, and creating other paths as it circled the greenhouse.

The tree stood tall, its trunks split in two as it spiraled against one another in a twisted way, meeting at the top where the branches made way for the flowering vines to hand from the sky.

A beautiful wisteria in shades of the moonlight. Blue, purple, and pink.

"This greenhouse only allows the princes to walk in," Seokjin said and you turned around with perplexed thoughts.

"But...I'm not a prince," you pointed out. "Nor am I a dragon. How am I allowed in here?"

"Anyone high and important can also be allowed in," Hoseok said.

"But I'm not high or important."

Namjoon chuckled. "I granted you the title as Keeper of the Dragons, Y/N, so that makes you a very important figure."

"Wait," you blinked, "I'm special now?"

"You really thought being Keeper of the Dragons was just a random title?"

"Well...yeah?"

Yoongi laughed as he walked over to your side and gave you two little pats on your head. "Being a keeper is a grand job. You serve the clan you have uphold your promises upon with great loyalty and protection. You're a guardian. No one can hurt you now, not if they ever want to. They wouldn't dare to. Not the dragons, not even the other humans who may try to hurt you."

"How did..." you trailed off, even more bewildered and confused. "I don't understand."

"There has only ever been a keeper once is the past history," Jimin explained. "A keeper can only be a human with a pure heart with no intention of hurting a dragon or turning against the clans. The first keeper happened when our clan first came to be, when our very first leader reigned supreme about a hundred years ago. He was the only human our clan could ever trust."

"And now you're here," Hoseok smiled. "When Namjoon began the ceremony and asked for our ancestors to look upon us, the ancestors looked at you and your virtues, they looked into your heart because you are a human, the second one to ever become a member of a dragon clan in dragon history. And being that you are allowed in here, they've accepted you, Y/N."

"Wow."

It was a lot to take in in one day. You hadn't ever expected you'd become an actual keeper after announcing yourself as a keeper to Jungkook when you had first met. And now that you had become one, you could only think back on the times when things were the roughest.

Meeting Jungkook, telling him your endless stories despite him remaining silent, and making your first friend with a dragon that had been taken in as prisoner of your village. You stole blankets, food, and medicine for him. You stole the keys from the village chief for him. And when you had asked him to leave on his own, he insisted you coming to his clan with him.

You were shot by an arrow and the dragon carried you back to his clan where everyone doubted your loyalty and trust. All but Jungkook.

So because of the misunderstood information and doubtful trust, you were sent to live as a prisoner yourself. Prisoner of the dragons where Jimin himself grew out of his cold aura to try and make things a little easier for you.

You grew sick and Seokjin took care of you and through that, you fell off his back and went toppling down a cliff with Namjoon where you and him grew closer trying to get back to the clan.

It was then when things started to look better.

If the leader himself had put faith in a simple human girl, then the rest of the clan, trusting the leader with all their hearts, would try to understand you as well.

You grew so close to the princes and the clan throughout the many months of you staying in the clan, hoping to heal and leave them be once you've fully recovered.

Only to realize that perhaps a home with the dragons was the place where you belonged.

And you guessed you did, looking at the seven princes that stood before you, sharing a soft smile your way and welcoming you in their home with open arms.

You were now a keeper, a true Keeper of the Dragons.

The bridges were built by the builders of the Clan as Yoongi had once suggested, connecting from a nest to another and another and another, creating a much more convenient and efficient way for you to travel around.

It made you feel more independent in that sense, not having to rely on others or take the long way around trying to go from the medicine nests to the roosts or the other way around. And your tasks between being the caretaker of the whelps and Seokjin's apprentice was easier to balance.

"Y/N?"

You turned around at the call of your name with a small whelp in your arms. "Hoseok?" The visit was quite unexpected and you wonder why. "What in the world happened?" You gasped the moment you saw the large gash grazed upon his arm, a cut so deep, running down in a long line from his upper arm to his forearm. You quickly gave the little whelp to Haeun to run over to him, tears already beginning to brim because seeing any of them in pain had hurt.

Hoseok clenched his teeth regrettably for the fact that he came here but what other choice did he have when Seokjin wasn't in the medicine nest and Taehyung wasn't anywhere to be found? He couldn't fix his self up by himself because he had no clue what to do so you were the only option left.

But now, seeing that he's caused you to look this distressed, he wished he had just fix his own self up instead.

"Where's Seokjin?" You asked him, holding out to touch his hand but Hoseok flinched away instead.

"I was just about to ask you that, actually," he chuckled nervously.

You frowned. "Taehyung went out with Yoongi for something important but Seokjin should have been in the medicine nests. Something must have dragged him away for a moment." You turned back around. "Haeun-"

"I can handle the whelps, unnie! No need to worry!" She quickly declared with a cute salute and you smile softly to show that you were proud of her before turning back to Hoseok and grabbing the hand that wasn't injured, dragging him out of the roost and towards the medicine nests.

Hoseok stared back for a brief moment to find Haeun giving him a playful wink.

That cute little dragoness.

"What happened?" You had him sit on the bed as you went on to grab the many supplies needed to treat him. "Was Jungkook with you?"

"No," Hoseok shook his head. "He's with the hunting patrol that went North. I was on the West side."

"You didn't encounter a few dragons outside of our clan, did you?" You worried.

"Of course not." He said it so casually you didn't know whether to believe him or not. "Also, did you hear yourself?" You looked up at him, tilting your head in confusion. "You said our clan, not my clan and I think that's pretty sweet, don't you think?"

You frowned a little as you take his hand. "Focus," you said, sighing as you take a look at the gash. Seeing that look on your face Hoseok couldn't help but to reach over and place his thumb right in between your two brows, rubbing it for a few second. "Hoseok-"

"Don't frown, little one, it's better when you smile." He moved on to trail down your face where he held you there. "Close your eyes," he told you and though confused, the heat of his hand was enough to trust him so you do it without protest. In doing so, the little tears escaped yet Hoseok was there to brush them away. "You don't have to worry so much, you know, it's just me."

"It's not just you," you said. "You're a prince, Hoseok."

He frowned slightly. "That's it?" He asked almost quietly. "Just because I'm a prince?"

You gave him a small sweet smile that made his heart flutter. "You know you are so much more than just a prince, Hoseok. You're my friend and I care about you."

"Friend..." he whispered, "right."

Yet why had that simple word made the two of you feel some type of way you couldn't quite describe?

"Unnie, are you ever going to look for a mate?"

"I..-" You froze in place at the question Haeun had asked and looked up at Taehyung who looked back at you with a stare you couldn't quite read. "W-what?" You and Taehyung were making the beds of the little ones with Haeun who had grew to know how to shift into a human. You were sure she'd become an apprentice sooner or later and a ceremony would be made in her honor.

"Unnie, you're so pretty, why don't you have a mate yet?" She asked, her pout clear on her face as if she herself was disappointed you hadn't gotten a mate of your own. "Are the dragons just not your taste? Do you not want a dragon mate? Is that why?"

Her bombardment of questions made you flustered.

"I-I don't..-" you cleared your throat as you went on to fold another blanket, eyes now avoiding Taehyung's as he remained silent. "I'm shy, Haeun," you told her. "Someone would have to approach me if anything."

"So you wouldn't mind the dragons?"

You shrugged. "No, why would I?"

You didn't see it but her smile widened as she cast a mischievous look Taehyung's way who, in response, ruffled her head playfully.

"Ooh, then can I be your mate?" A dragon asked as he ran over to your side with glowing eyes. "Noona, when I can shift into a human, I know you will definitely like me!"

Haeun sucked her teeth. "Minho, you're way too young for her."

Yet he refused to back down. "I can surpass the age limit!" He took your hands, stopping you from folding the blanket you had. "When I become an adult and have become a warrior, I'll ask to be your mate again!"

"By then unnie will already have a mate," Haeun said as she poked his forehead, causing the little one to almost topple backwards.

"Not fair!" Minho pouted. "Noona, you have to wait for me."

"No way! You're not strong enough to protect her! I'll be noona's mate!" Another one came running over and the next thing you knew, they've created a whole argument about who would be the one who deserved you the most. You looked at Haeun, shaking your head playfully to remind her that she was the one who started the whole mess and now you would have to go in and stop the little ones from arguing.

"Hey, calm down now," you ordered gently with a giggle leaving your lips.

Taehyung couldn't help but to just stare at you as you went on to get in between the whelps, trying your best to calm them down. It didn't take much effort for you though. After all, the whelps all had a soft spot for their favorite person and although he found himself a little jealous, he couldn't blame them.

You were too pretty and soft for your own good, who wouldn't want to be your mate?

"Hey," Haeun whispered to him as she lightly poked him on the side, gifting him a smirk of her own. "Shouldn't you confess before it's too late? I'm sure the little ones aren't the only ones having a crush on unnie."

"Confess what?" Taehyung rolled his eyes as he sighed, acting oblivious but Haeun only giggled in response.

Who knew little kids knew so much.

But then again, the little girl was right. It was only a matter of minutes before he could truly lose you in the midst of the line of admirers that'd keep growing for you. So when the princes got together later that afternoon, he decided to bring it up.

"The whelps decided to confess their undying love to Y/N this morning," he announced first thing as he settled himself onto the sofa, grabbing a cushion and resting his face against it.

"Don't they always confess their love for Y/N?" Seokjin pointed out with a small chuckle.

"This time was different," he told them, pouting. "Little Haeun decided to ask Y/N when she'd get a mate so the little ones took that as the right time to propose, stating how age didn't matter and that when they grew older, they'd ask her to be their mate and then they went on to debate about who would be more deserving of her. It isn't right, you know," he said, huffing, "How are little kids more brave than the same seven princes whom everyone admires and claim we're the most courageous and brave yet we can't do a simple thing like confessing our undying love?"

The last sentence that came out of Taehyung was what made his other mates freeze in place as if they had been caught. But he wasn't done, not yet. "We all knew Jungkookie had a thing for her the second they came back from her old village but why can't we admit it?"

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, laughing nervously.

"You hadn't admit it either," Jimin pointed out though his eyes avoided the others.

"That's what I'm saying," Taehyung acknowledged, "but I'm admitting it now. I like her. I like Y/N."

The older ones simply smiled at the fact as they began to grow lost in their own thoughts thinking about it all. Taehyung was right, why hadn't they admit it sooner? They were mates and mates told each other everything, sharing thoughts and ambitions. Even falling in love with the same human girl.

"So we agree?" Namjoon asked, looking around at each one of them. "We want Y/N to be our mate?" There wasn't an open response but he knew how they felt by their expressions alone. Thank goodness no one looked like they had opposed to the proposal.

"But what if..." Jungkook began hesitantly. "What if she doesn't want it?"

"Well..." It certainly would hurt that was for sure. But Namjoon wasn't going to let the feeling be left unspoken for any longer. That wasn't how he was. "We'll find out today, won't we?"

They found you in the greenhouse when they opened the closed doors.

You were sat in front of the wisteria tree, back facing them while your hand reached out, gently stroking one of the vines that hung from the branches. It was a beautiful sight they could get used to until the end of time. You looked ethereal under the tree even though it was only your back that they could see.

Pretty flowers laid against your hair from the whelps that had decided to decorate your hair with flowers, saying how you looked so pretty when you had your ceremony and they wanted to create the look.

Taehyung remembered how they all failed at making the flower crowns so they settled with placing the flowers all over your hair instead.

You still looked pretty despite their armature skills, nothing could ever make you look anything less.

"Y/N?" Yoongi was the one who called your name and you turned around, a smile adoring your face as you caught sight of them all.

"Mother told me that the wisteria tree holds memories," you told them as you looked up at the vines again. "That it symbolizes nostalgia, love and bliss, patience and endurance, and longevity."

Seokjin smiled as they took their time making their way to you. "That is the very reason our ancestors decided to grow this tree," he said, taking a seat beside you. "It holds so many meanings and has grown so rare in our time."

"Mother always wanted to see one but she left too soon before she got to see how beautiful the stories always said it would be. It's even more enchanting and divine in person. It's almost a little..magical."

"Well then count yourself lucky because this is one of the last wisteria out of three that's still alive today."

You gasped at Hoseok's words, eyes widened at the fact. "Where are the other two?"

He shrugged, unsure. "Maybe with another clan?"

"What happened?" You asked. "Were they destroyed?" Jimin nodded. "Why?"

Namjoon let out a small sigh. "Human's greed," he said. "They saw something so beautiful they decided to take it for themselves and before you know it, close to all were destroyed simply because they couldn't stand the fact that something so beautiful existed, wanting it for themselves alone."

"You can't really blame them though."

You frowned at Jungkook's words. "Why not?"

His eyes fell at yours, a small smile curling at his lips. "I once did," he told you as he began walking closer to you. "I once thought, why couldn't they just share it with the world? Why keep it to themselves and inevitably destroy it?" You wondered the same thing, eyes never straying from his because of how mesmerizing his eyes were. "But then again, if I were to ever come across something so beautiful, I'd want to keep it for myself as well. For me and my hyungs. So that no one else can have it if they ever sought for it."

His hand touched your chin, tilting it upwards so that he could see you better, afraid for a moment that that would be the last time he could see you like that before the friendship could go into ruins.

"What I'm saying is..." You didn't know why but your heart was pounding hard against your chest, feeling a burst of butterflies fluttering in your tummy as you anticipated his shy, hesitant words. The hyungs held their breaths, even more scared themselves.

"You're beautiful, Y/N," Jungkook breathed, "and I just...I know it'll sound selfish, even greedy, but...I wouldn't want anyone else to have you. I wouldn't want them touching you, hurting you, and loving you. Because I..." He backed away, taking two slow steps backwards with soft smiles on their faces.

Yet the soft smiles alone was enough to have tears falling against your cheeks before you could even stop them and that had them gasping, quick to rush to your side.

"Y/N?" Jungkook called, holding your face to brush away the tears.

You took a moment to hold his hand, laughing a little at your obnoxious self. "Say it," you whispered and he tilted his head. "I want to hear it," you told him.

He looked up at the rest and they smiled. "I like you, Y/N," he simply said, eyes returning to rest on yours. "I love you."

"We all do," Namjoon nodded. Jungkook backed away just slightly as Namjoon took your hands into his, eyes staring straight into yours with a gentle gaze. "We love you but I know words aren't enough to say it. There are so many moments I've regretted back then, treating you horribly because I was so scared to let a human in. Jungkook knew it all along, and I'm sorry it had to take you risking your own health for me to finally open my eyes."

"Namjoon," you whispered his name in a soft tone, "I told you, didn't I? That you're worth all the pain?" You reminded him. "Plus," you said, squeezing his hands gently, giving Yoongi a brief glance before looking back at him, "between us, there are no sorrys and thank yous. There are only I love you," you pressed your forehead against his, closing your eyes and letting the tears fall again, "and I love you too."

"One day, my love, I'll give you the world." He leaned back, held your head to lay a kiss on your forehead, and smiled as he looked at you with the rest sharing the same thoughts and wishes. "But for now, may I ask you, formally, to become our mates?"

You returned the soft smile. "Being your mates would mean that you've already given me the world and there is nothing more I would like than this."

A soft, soft word whispered into the air. Something only shared for the eight of you alone.

"I love you."

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Motherly Instincts, Human Emotions, or Just a Quirk?

Aizawa Shouta/Eraserhead x Reader

Summary: A feeling is haunting you and it seems to just get even more complicated as the number one hero Endeavor is now out of his hospitalization and the world is at an unease. Is it just your motherly instincts that you feel towards your beloved class 1-A? Is it just a normal occurrence of emotion within any person? Or is it your quirk now picking up something new that you can’t quite see yet?

What I listened to while writing: Detroit:Become Human soundtrack, especially Kara’s Theme.

We are finally here! The fifth season of our beloved My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia has finally arrived! And with that also comes some writings! I’ve been swamped with my new busy schedule that comes along with being in cosmetology school, don't ever under estimate those students because we sure go through a lot each day! Please enjoy this short, on the whim writing for a humble celebration.

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A chill had risen up your arms as your typed away at your computer, the hurried and petrified voice of the news caster raging out even if your tv was brought down to a hushed volume.

“Number one hero Endeavor is is currently defeating a villain. Much damage has been caused to the area. No fatalities as of right now....” Though whatever they had left to speak out to all of Japan or even the whole world did not matter as your chair had clattered upon the ground as you reached for your house coat. the bright light of the hall blinding your eyes as wisps of hair that had fallen from your hair tie floated amongst the wind you created with your nervous steps down the stairs. Shoto had fallen to the ground and your colleague was already there hovering over the teen, the rest of the class either crowding their fellow classmate or staring in shock to the news blaring from the tv.

That day the world changed and not even the world’s most naïve person could ever deny such a thing.

“Here is your jacket, Shoto...” You spoke out softly as you stood in front of the boy, hands reaching to straighten out the collar, the young man only silently standing before you expressionless as usual. Though you could have sworn you felt a tremor. Whether it was you or him, that could be debatable. “Just remember the time we set, ok? If you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to just excuse yourself so Mr.Aizawa and I can bring you straight back to the dorms, they will understand that if you have too.” assuring you hoped your words would sound to the boy, but that forever blank expression only looked back to you.

“Ok...” he softly spoke out, you nodding your head as you stepped out from his path.

“Ok” felt like the only appropriate response as you watched him step up to the house, disappearing behind the very daunting front door.

You didn’t want to come off as one of those crazy conspiracist types who always had a foul theory about a hero, villain, and their families, but with your quirk helping you feel the atmosphere or vibe of people, places, or things, you couldn't help but silently be one. Shoto always carried something awful, something that made your heart become heavy despite his neutral expressions. It always perturbed you to no end. It wasn’t like you have never felt this before either. With your previous job being interviewing and helping rehabilitate “troubled” children and mentally stricken heroes and now being the counselor of UA, it was something that always came. What bothered you though was that it was coming from the son of the nation’s number one hero, a family that would seem normal to all of Japan and the entire world because, well, it was a family of a hero. A had on your shoulder made you snap out of your racing thoughts, now looking over your shoulder and to Aizawa.

“Are you ok?” He questioned, almost a bit awkwardly. You didn’t blame him, your reaction to the atmosphere around was probably strange and maybe even frightening. “I know your quirk can...”

“I’m just worried...” You spoke out with a sigh as rested a hand over his before moving away from his touch to lean against the hood of the car, hands now sitting in your lap as you twiddled your thumbs. “And I’ve been picking up something weird, but who knows, maybe its just that this house probably too damn old and spooky” you tried to joke with a meek laugh, though he only stared with a knowingly look, yet did not press any further. You had to be thankful for that, he sure knew when to back off sometimes, maybe not when it came to his own homeroom students, but for you? He did and you didn’t really care to know his reason for why like whether or not he thought you were too weak to handle it or some other seemingly offensive reason. “Shit!” You exclaimed as a fowl hiss came from the side walk in front of you. There a scared cat arched and puffed it’s body out, though Aizawa paid no mind with a lazy look as he calmly approached the cat, slowly reaching out a hand to let the feral beast sniff, quickly gaining his trust. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as the man scooped up the cat in his arms, now leaning against the car next to you where his hands loved up upon the cat’s dirty fur, his black hair falling to hide the sides of his face. Sometimes you would sit there and imagine what he would look like with that mane of his trimmed and tidied during the sleepless nights you shared playing card games, doing paperwork together, or doing a quick patrol around the dorm to check upon the beloved students of class 1-A.

“Huh, you sure your quirk isn’t taming wild cats?” You teased as you reached a hand to give the old cat a scratch under his chin. The little chuckle that rumbled through rumbled through you before he began to speak.

“I wish, creating a cat sanctuary of street cats seems like the life best suited for me..” He spoke out lowly with the purrs of the cat. You knew he was joking however which brought a small lift to the corners of your lips.

It didn’t take him much thought to know that something was still bothering you as the cat jumped from him arms to land back to the ground with what seemed to be a small meow of thanks as it ran off into the night only leaving behind the pesky cat hairs on his all black costume, but he didn’t mind at all.

“Look at you, covered in cat hair...” Your voice came out in a whisper which you weren't aiming to do as you reached a hand to try to dust away the short hairs in vain, though his rough hands wrapped around yours in order to stop you, a knowing look upon his face. That look made you sigh as you retracted your hands from his.

That damn man. He knew when to not press about things like he did to others, but when it got to a certain point in his eyes, he always intervened. You were foolish enough to think you would be able to suppress and hide it enough in order to trick those fatigued eyes of his. Not this time, the feelings that plagued your heart and continued to poke at you were too strong and too bothersome.

“Shoto always carried things such as sadness, anger, determination, trauma, just a lot more than I could swallow sometimes.” You began to explain, now looking up to the house watching the shadows dance across one of the windows lit up by the soft light within. “And this whole area is filled with so many bad things...but right now it kind of confuses me” You said as your eyebrows scrunched at the new shift. “Change is happening, which is normal to see in a person once they go through the proper treatment or therapy, but judging by how bad it was before, it is going to take a lot...” You said with a sigh, lowering your gaze from the house, trying your best to shut off the swarm of emotions before you and to end your reading, now looking to Aizawa. “It just saddens me, Shoto seems so aloof, but that boy has went through so much, I guess I’m just worried from him, scared for him..” You explained.

“Doesn’t make since why he would come back?” He asked softly, you only staring back up to him to roll that thought within your head before nodding your head. Aizawa only nodded his head back, his arm now reaching to wrap an arm around your dropping shoulders, you now leaning your head against his shoulder. The embrace was comforting and you appreciated his understanding, but you still had such an anxious feeling in your gut.

“I know this world preaches forgiveness and for us to fix the wrongs we commit in our life, but even for me who helps those people forgive and seek forgiveness, its still hard to do it myself sometimes. It also goes to show that even a family like this can hold all these...foul things” You explained further as you looked p to the moths and bugs that swarmed the streetlight up above and soon past their mindless flight and to the dull stars above. The tears pulled at the brim of your eyes, your chin beginning to strain with the sensation that came with crying. “These kids are like my babies...” you soon shakily spoke out, fighting back the horrendous expression you knew would come too with your tears as you looked to Aizawa “And right now I can’t fight off this feeling in my gut ever since the Endeavor incident..” Your trembled whisper almost seemed fearful.

A door slamming made Aizawa’s head snap to the source of the sound where the both of you sat in the silence, bodies tense as you waited. Finally with a deep sigh his body relaxed as he looked back to you, a hand reaching to brush away those tears that could move him to tears if he was off guard, though sometimes that wouldn’t even work and that would definitely not go past you.

Your hands reach to cup the lower, stubbled half of his face upon seeing that familiar wetness gently pool in his eyes, but it was not enough to fall upon his cheeks and betray his wishes of not wanting to cry. You guessed you were not alone with these feelings

“I know...” He spoke out quietly with a sad smile. “We just have to prepare them as best as we can. Shoto, Izuku, Eri, Shinsou, all the others” Aizawa continued on as he was no fully turned to you, hands holding your upper arms, one of them moving away to reach for a piece of hair that was caught onto your sweater to pluck it off and let it float gently down into the darkness of the night.

“But they are just kids...”

“I know, but they chose this path, besides, they have already accomplished and achieved so much. Who knows, maybe whatever is coming will be another thing these students will once again defeat and make us adults look stupid again” Aizawa was trying to joke, trying to lift that melancholy looked that wrinkled your face, but it was no use. With a sigh he stood up straight, those warm hands of his sliding away as he opened the passenger door for you, those eyes seeming to look even more exhausted if that were even possible. “Come on, lets get the car started, its almost time to bring Shoto home.”

Motherly instincts, human emotions, a quirks power....was it simply not a good mix or was it simply something big was coming? How those thoughts came in typhoons within your mind as you sat in silence in there car.

How you will never be able to figure that one out....

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Chapter two of To Feed a Tiger Forces of Will.

To Feed a Tiger.Forces of Will

Alfonse x Summoner, Alfonse X Summoner X Lif

And one sided (as of now) Dimitri X Summoner X Alfonse X Lif

Triggers for talk about mental health. It is Feral Dimitri after all. Mentions of death and depressive thoughts.

Sexual Harassment and maybe more than that.

Incest. (Freyr and mentions of Freya).

I thought about making my Summoner gender-less to fit all kinds of genders, but there is a part of the story where it becomes a necessity for them to be female.

A/N At the end of the chapter.

Chapter 2

Alfonse did not return that morning…

The morning after the meeting with Lif, when Alfonse was suppose to return passed and Sharena came instead. She said little to you, except that prince Hrid had come to visit Fjorm. Sharena and Fjorm left aster breakfast. They didn’t even take Ylgr with them and that was weird. You were suppose to go into town instead of Sharena that day with Alfonse to oversee the care for the refugees. You go to talk to Anna and learn she has gone with Sharena and Fjorm without telling you. Luckily for you Anna had left her most efficient Captain in charge and instructions. Zelgius is there to help too.

You decide to take one of the heroes with you to town and meet the soldiers and other heroes in charge of the operation there. First you go to both Robins and ask them to run things for you as planned with Soren so you can go.

You are about to go talk to M Grima and King Marth when F Dimitri comes from the direction of the tree house and asks to talk to you.

-Of course. Say! I am going into town and I may be gone some hours. If you want to come, we can talk on the way. I need someone of trust to accompany me.- He seemed to think about it.- I mean you don’t have to do it. I am just going to be overseeing the operation at the back of the warehouse as to not get in the way if I am not helping. I need to count the supplies and to asses what to buy and get for the next shipment.

-I see. I will go with you.- He says and you two take off.

You wait for him to open up to you and tell you what he said you needed to talk about, but he asks about the operation and then about the “Victory Gardens” where the heroes were growing the food. He tell you how relaxing it is to work on the fields and grow plants.

-Say, Dimitri. What did you want to talk about? -He looks sideways at you and keeps quiet a moment more.

-I… King Dimitri came to see me the other day. He came to offer me to work together in the fields with his companion Marth.- You can see that he had changed the subject, but this is good information and if he wants to share it, then it is progress.

-I see. How do you feel about that? Are you interested?

-Marth seems like a good person…he is good for Dimitri.

-Oh so you noticed they are together.

-I can see it in their eyes when they are together. I will work with them.

-Good. Just be careful with the bees. If you leave them be, they will not sting you, but some people just won’t leave them alone. Then they wonder why they get stung.

The whole trip to town went on like this. He would often ask you questions about your world and you try not to talk about difficult stuff and so you talk about music and how technology works and the difference between modern medicine, healing and magic. All in all it was a pleasant trip.

When the work was over it had taken you longer than anticipated and you had to get some food from the inn and eat it with him in a sort of picnic.

You were on the way back when you hear a yell of help in the fields by the road. You go to see if someone needs help but Dimitri stops you. He goes to find out and you stay on guard just in case. He tell you to run if he thinks you are in danger. He will make time for you to escape. Instead you hear him call out your name.

You go to meet him and find him looking at a woman who is fallen on the dirt by the road. Her belly is swollen and her face red from pain and strain. She is having contractions.

- Please, it is coming! Please help me! - She ask you and you kneel to her feet while Dimitri stands there shocked into silence.

-Do you live near? Do you want us to take you home or something?- You ask her while checking her vital like the healers taught you.

- No my hou….grrr…aaahhh- She is cut off by her yell and you take the this time to check under her dress. With the light of the afternoon sun you can tell the bay is indeed coming and you can see the crown of the head. There is no time to taker to the castle, as it is still far away. She won’t make it that far.

-Dimitri. Listen, the baby is coming and I need your help. You can say no because there will be a lot of blood and I don’t want you to..

-I will do it. What do you want me to do.- He had been standing looking lost at the woman, but now he was full on attention and alert.

-Help me stand her up and then let her use you as a support.-

-Standing up?- He asks while helping her stand. She also looks at you skeptically.

-It is going to be easier on her and the baby.- You tell him. He nods and help you stand her up.

-The baby will get better oxygen supply and she will not strain herself as much. That is what the healers taught me any way.- You say and you lie because you saw that somewhere on the internet, but they need the reassurance.

She finally stands up and he uses his arms in a kind of wide hugging position for the woman to hold herself steady. Meanwhile you take off your summoner coat off and ask her to breath as normally as possible through the nose and then let it out through her pursed lips as if whistling.

- Don’t push now! Wait for the pain of the contraction OK! Ready Dimitri?- You ask him and he nods. The contraction comes and the woman hangs off of Dimitri’s arms and body, pushing with all her might.

-Keep breathing! Don’t breath through your mouth!- You say leaning under her open legs. The head is almost out and you know you will need something to clean the baby once they come out. You see nothing and take off your blue shirt. Dimitri looks at you questioningly. Another contraction.

-OK let the breath out and PUSH! The head is almost out!- and indeed the head is out and you take the coat and lay it under the legs.

Another wait and the next contraction comes. You take the shirt and clean the baby’s face and nose of liquids and blood, and as she is still pushing a little of the shoulders can be seen now.

Another contraction and you help the baby by pulling at the the head and shoulders gently and carefully. On the next contraction the baby is completely out.

- OH! The baby is coming!- You are able to get the baby safely on the summoner’s coat. The baby starts crying loudly as soon as he is out. There is still some liquid and blood coming out and you remember the placenta is coming out too.

-You can let her lie down now Dimitri. Let me finish cleaning the baby. Congratulations! It’s is a boy! And by the sound of those lungs he is very healthy !!

After the placenta is out and the baby clean you have to check the mother for a hemorrhage. You check her pulse and it looks kind of low…wait is that normal?

-How long had you been waiting for help?

-I don’t know…a long time…my water broke and I… the sun… it was after midday.-So she was bleeding and dehydrated too…nice.

-Dimitri please lend me your cloak and wrap it around her. Can you please carry her? We need to take her to the healers at the castle. I will be caring the baby. Dimitri do me a favor and talk to her too. Don’t let her go to sleep. Here drink this water Mam.- You say that all smiling and give her your bottle of water to drink. It is a just in case but shouldn’t new mothers have higher blood pressure and faster pulse? She seemed cold and sleepy and it may have been due to her exhaustion but just in case you tell Dimitri softly to hurry up.

During the walk the woman seems to liven up and starts asking questions and answering them as well. She was actually the wife of one of the soldiers currently at the castle, and was walking back into town after coming to tell him the baby may be coming soon. The baby seems tried as well and you shush him and sing a quiet lullaby to help him sleep until she can breastfeed him.

When you get to the castle you tell the guards to send for the father and tell him to go to the infirmary. They probably saw you from afar because they were already waiting for you with a first aid kit and a stretcher. Dimitri informed them he could finish the job and take her to the infirmary himself, without wasting more time. All of this while still walking.

You are walking inside when Alfonse comes out running towards you with brows knitted and worried. He was about to say something but focuses on the bundle of bloody summoner’s coat on your arms and your state of undress.

-Alfonse! Look we had a baby!- You tell him excitedly. He looks confused for a second and then an indescribable emotion comes to his face. Yo notice your mistake and rewind. - I mean I had it. No! What am I saying? I delivered it! She had it and Dimitri was awesome!- Dimitri had kept on walking to the infirmary. You notice Alfonse’s eyes look moist and a little red now and you are about to ask him, what is wrong, when he finds his voice.

-What? What happened! They told me you came back all bloodied and carrying a wounded! I thought you had been ambushed!

-Oh we were coming back when half way through we heard her cries for help. She must have heard my horrible singing from afar heh,heh!- He made a face at that. He didn’t like when you made derogatory jokes about yourself. You were trying to catch up to Dimitri.- Dimitri went to see if it was safe or an ambush and he called me over. She had been there since after midday Alfonse! Was no one patrolling the road?

-I will find out. - He said in a cold tone.

-So I asked Dimitri to get her to stand so she can deliver it easier and he made such a great job of being her support! Of course she did all the hard work, I just caught the baby in my coat and cleaned it. Still it was awesome! Alfonse I think she is very dehydrated and I thought she may be having low blood pressure and that’s very dangerous.- He loos at you smiling fondly.- Sorry I am very exited if you can’t tell.- And you laugh. The baby starts crying.- Oh Alfonse ! See what you did? You woke him up with all the noise!

- What did I do?- But he sees that you are kidding with him and smiles.

You all enter the infirmary and they take the lady to a bed to check out. Alfonse stays out in the waiting area while you take the baby to the other healers to be checked out. Your coat is probably ruined and you are all bloodied. You go to the toilet and wash off the blood and return to be checked for disease as the healers told you. You never know what you can catch from blood. There is no HIV in Summit but there are always diseases you can catch from blood. They give you a spare gown to wear. They inform you that the woman was indeed very dehydrated and had lost a lot of blood as well. It was a good thing you had found her in time or it may not have gone right. The problem now was that she was not lactating and the baby needed feeding. The husband had come and was now trying to talk to the lady who was being administered some potions to replenish her blood supply and to help with lactation.

You check on Alfonse and he is talking to Dimitri. When you are about to join a healer comes out and asks to talk to you. The baby will need a wet nurse or two. In her state the mother would not be able to lactate as of now. She will need at least three days for the potion to take.

-we can search for one at town but it will be until tomorrow. We can administer a potion to someone to be a wet nurse for the night and the effect will wear off by the day after tomorrow.

You go through your list of heroes that have been mothers and may want to help and wonder for a while how cute it would be to see Lady Camilla nursing a child too. - I can send for Lady Mikoto and probably Arete? See if they can help. I mean I have never done this, but I can try if they are not available…I mean that is kind of a lot to ask of a hero…

They let you take the baby and he while they tend to the mother and locate a hero that may help or even a servant (most of them are older women who may not be up to the task). You wonder how it would feel to have a baby suckle at your breast. The baby starts crying. Here’s when a pacifier would be of great use! He sounds hungry.

<<Well….no body is here…>>

But do you use a finger or …

<<What the hell! No one is going to know. They will know….No one’s gonna know….how will they know… Here goes>>

It feels so funny!…But at the same time…can you imagine one of these, but yours and Alfonse’s? And look at that, he is quiet.

<<I mean, there is nothing coming out but at least he is quiet. Oh you poor thing!>>

-_______ Can I talk to you?What are you doing?- Alfonse…. Of course…At first he looks confused and then he can see part of your breast and his face turns redder than a tomato.

-Umm…They are looking for a wet nurse for tonight until they get one at town…I just wanted to know if I could volunteer…- You lie. You take the time to fix yourself but the baby starts crying again and you put the nipple back inside the little mouth.

-We have servants for that.

-Well he may as well use them, since no one else is!- Oh that sounded so wrong and it makes you laugh when he turns to you and makes a face of incredulity. You take this time to wiggle your eyebrows because you are already way deep and there is nothing else to loose and no one to save you.

-_______!- He covers his face with his hands and collapses on a chair. You approach him and stand with one of your legs between his knees. He looks up and the look he gave you, made you shiver. You feel like at any moment he will do something and you imagine yourself sitting on his lap while he kisses you, baby in arms and all. Instead he closes his eyes and turns away from you.

- I came to tell you Runa wanted to talk to you. She already talked to Dimitri.

-Who’s that?You can look, I covered myself.- He still will not look up.

-The child’s mother. You didn’t asked her name?

-I was a little busy telling her how to breath and push and the blood and you know. I forgot.- You walk away from him.

-________. I need to talk to you. Later.- He gave you a look that you only saw when things got very bad. In that moment you saw a lot of his father in him.

-OK.

-….I didn’t know you received training on aiding childbirth.- He asks, curious about it.

-I didn’t. I had good internet…umm I saw some videos about it and they looked interesting. You never know when you will end up using something like that. To be fair I never expected to use it. If someone had told me this morning this was going to happen I would not have believed them. It sounds far fetch to me. -<And now I had my breast inside a baby’s mouth in front of the man I love. How is that for far fetched?>

-You never cease to amaze me.- He looks at you with a warm expression and it makes you blush.

-_______! I heard….Oh! You are …. breastfeeding a baby…- Fjorm comes inside the room with a look of utter horror and then it turns into confusion and later to …. She looks at you again and her eyes water. - Nifl! I thought you were injured! I better tell the other heroes before they have a breakdown. You look…adorable…-She says and turns to leave. You can hear her crying. Oh crap! She didn’t even let you say a word. Didn’t even ask who’s baby that was. You chalk that up to her thinking she will not live long enough to have a baby and it makes you so sad.

You turn around to look at Alfonse and he is looking at you the same way Lif did last night. But why?

Sakura takes this time to come in and inform you they have a volunteer and she take the baby now crying his lungs out while you are left worrying about three people now seeing you “breastfeeding” a baby that was not yours…The ground could open up and swallow you and you would thank it.

Alfonse accompanies you to talk to Runa, who alongside her husband thanked you for your help. Runa had seen many of the heroes on the way in and does not know who Alfonse is and he did not want you to introduce him. That is until…

-My darling Brant is always talking about you and our prince. I remember seeing him once when he was a little boy and the royal family came when this was but their Summer retreat. He was so very cute! He must be a very handsome man right now.

-He is. I can tell you that I have met hundreds of people and heroes and he is by far the most handsome of all.- You say and know he is getting flustered.

- I never thought I would get to meet you in person Summoner ______ and here we are. Brant says you are so nice and clever and I think he came up short! Our prince better propose before one of those dashing heroes snatches you first.

You laugh at that and feel your face heat up. Brant, who was Runa’s husband was beet red looking at Alfonse who was also beet red. Sharena who was standing at the back started giggling.

-Nah they’ll return me in a week tops heh, heh,heh!

-That’s not what Claude would say, or Seth or Chrom or Leon. Oh and Zelgius…-Says Sharena in a singsong voice.

-Not every one is as patient as Alfonse.

-Well, I grew up with Sharena…- He said and turned to face Sharena who laughed harder at his red face. Runa seemed to catch up to what this meant and gasped.

-Oh Your highness! How could I not recognize you! Please forgive me I meant no disrespect.

-Please do not worry about this. Concentrate in getting better for your child’s sake. It was my fault for not being polite and introducing my self or my sister.

-Yes it was his fault don’t worry about it! I am princess Sharena and I wanted to congratulate you on your beautiful baby!How are you going to call him?- Sharena comes like the friendly and energetic girl that she is, and stands by the side of the bed. Runa is taken aback at the difference between the two royal siblings. She smiles and takes the princess’ hand.

-Thank you your highness! We thought about it and we will like to name him Dimitri like the prince of Faerghus who helped us today. We talked to him and he gave us permission.

-Dimitri! That is a beautiful name! I really like it. All our Dimitris are great warriors.

-Sharena I think it is time to let her rest. She needs to recover for the potion to take effect. -He says to Sharena; then turns to the new parents.-Congratulations to both of you. You have brought us the happiness we needed in these times of turmoil. Thank you. - Alfonse say in a solemn tone but smiling.

You all leave and Alfonse asks you to meet him in your shared study after dinner and you agree. This means Alfonse is not going to be present at dinner and so you take your food and take it to share it with Dimitri.

-Dimitri I wanted to congratulate you on your job today! You were great.-You tell him once you are done eating.

-My hands were awash with blood…but for once it was the blood of life, not death. It brings me peace and happiness. As if water had cleansed my dirty hands.- He says this, while he looks at his hands.- Is there truly forgiveness for what I have done?

-It is the miracle of life. I feel the same way. I am sure we can not only repent for our sins but also make up for them. This may be one way.- You take his hands in yours, but he goes to lay his head on your shoulder. He starts to cry and you embrace him and pull him to you. He needs this and you will be there for him.

-Let it all out. I am here for you.- You caress his head and hair like a mother to her child and he hold on to you like a lifeline.

When he lets go he tells you smiling that the family has asked him for permission to name their child like him.

-I feel happy about it, but I can not help but think…I do not want him to fare the same as I. At least he has good parents. I am afraid to not measure up to his expectations.

-Well. You are right about the parents. And he is way too young to expect something of you; except probably to carry him when he wants to be held. You got time to heal and grow… and become a good example.

-I will.

He left a little after that, but before he left he gave you one of the crystal necklaces to find the tree house. He trusted you enough to have you near.

You returned to your room and found Alfonse already in the study. It looked like he was drinking tea, but it was cold and forgotten. He had lit the fireplace even though it was not cold. He was watching the fire when you found him. His violin discarded on his desk.

-Alfonse? What is wrong?- Now that the excitement of the day was gone you could see clear signs of distress in the prince. His eyes looked red and tired. At first he tried to hide them, but he faced you with a sight.

-Sit down. - He tell you and you sit in the chair across from him.- When we arrived at the palace. Prince Hrid was already there along with Princess Leagyarn. The Queen was about to call us over when we sent her the message that we were coming to visit.- You ascent to tell him to go on.- I already gave my report to Commander Anna about this.

-It sounds serious.- He nods and still not looking at you.

-Both Leagyarn and Hrid report, there are rumors of war. Places left totally destroyed by unknown forces. There are travelers form different realms seeking refuge in Muspell and Nifl. They think this war is coming our way.

You gasp at that. Those are bad news indeed. You had enough problems with what had happened in the past. You were still recovering from Surtr for goodness sake! And you have Embla, to deal with.

- As you know our resources are not limitless and we need help. If this is true; it will be disastrous. The Queen and the other two royals have formed a council and decided to form a treaty…- There was a knock at your door and Alfonse just gave a tired sight and rubbed his face with his hands. You went to open the door to find Fjorm. She looked as tired as Alfonse and now you knew why…or at least part of it.

-May I come in? I…Alfonse asked me to be here for the conversation.-You let her in and she looked like she truly didn’t want to be there.

-I was just getting to the treaty.- Alfonse tell her without looking at her. She nods and sits on one of the chairs father way from both of you.

-Hrid...had the idea of cementing our treaty with a personal tie, not only of friendship but familial. He means a marriage of both our Kingdoms. Leagyarn did not need such ties. She trusted our word alone.- Fjorm flinches at that.

-Who…

-Fjorm and I are getting married…- He says with finality and Fjorm starts crying. He does not meet your eyes. You feel like the floor is sinking and thank God that you are already sitting down. The air is not getting into your lungs and are getting dizzy, but you remember to breath again.

-I’m so sorry _____! It is all my fault!- You hear Fjorm say between sobs.

-Wait…your fault? Why?…I thought you were in love with someone already! Was it him you loved all along? Did you do this behind my back?- You are crying now not only of sadness but anger of being betrayed by one of the people you like best. She knew you loved Alfonse .Fjorm cries harder and you can hear her apologies mixed up with her sobs.

-______ let her be. It really is not her fault. She sacrificed herself again to save us!

-Oh by marring you?

- Hrid wanted YOU! He wanted YOUR hand in marriage! He is angry at her now, for speaking out against it and asking to marry me instead. She is in love with you. Can’t you see!- Alfonse says waving a hand towards Fjorm. There is anger in his voice.

-What? Me? Why?

-What do you mean why? For the same reason Claude loves you, Corrin , Eliwood ,Camilla, Lif and I and now Hrid.- He stands and start pacing around the room. He could have gone on with the list because he thinks every hero loves you as he does.

-Hrid? He doesn’t even know me. We’ve seen each other only a couple times! That is not love!- It is true he comes to see his sisters twice a year and stays a couple of days, but he usually spends the time with his sisters at town, or at the resort. You welcome him and have dinner with him and the heroes, but that is it.

Alfonse stops walking and looks at Fjorm and when he sees that she can’t stop crying he explains.

-Fjorm writes to him constantly and has told him everything about you. What you do, how you do it, what you say and even how you sing. He sees you through her love’s eyes and now fancies himself in love with you. She …volunteered to marry me, because she knows she will die and then…- He could not finish the sentence. You look at Fjorm. She avoids your eyes and covers her face with her hands. You go and hug her. She flinches a little.

-Please forgive me…I …the shock did not let me think strait.

-It is my fault! Please don’t hate me _______. When I die he will be free.

-Fjorm I don’t want you to die! And I don’t want to think about you dying so I can be with him! There has to be another way!

-We have tried to talk our way out of this, but there is no…

-Hrid is a good man _____. He just thinks that if you two are not together he may have a chance at winning your heart. And _____, he will not relent. I know him.

-Doesn’t he know he is hurting you as well?

-He doesn’t know I am in love with you. He thinks the one I love is Alfonse and I am taking advantage of the treaty to marry him. -’Just like you had though’ she doesn’t say. That must have stung quite a lot coming from you.- There is no convinsing him of the truth. I know you don’t love me the way I do, and never will, but you have given me so much that seeing you happy made happy. I did not want this for you. I didn’t want to hurt you, but if you marry my brother, he will never let you go and then you will never be happy with Alfonse.

- I see…

-There is going to be a ball in two weeks to make the engagement official. Hrid will be there to…- You see Alfonse’s ungloved hands tighten. The knuckles are white with strain and it may be a trick of the light but you can see a line of red coating the white skin.

-I should go now.- Says Fjorm still in your arms and stands up to leave. You walk her to the door and she opens it.

-Please forgive me. Jealousy is the worst of feelings and it turns us into monster. I should not have reacted that way.

-It is my fault. I never said anything. You probably thought I was following you around all this time just for him, when I was actually there for you…At least Eir thought so. She confronted me once. I had to tell her the truth.

-To be fair I always thought you were doing research like us, when you were at the library. Are you going to tell her about…- You could not finish. She just nodded, said her good night and left.

You were left alone with Alfonse. The man you love, but are too afraid to face now. It is strange but, even though you know he will marry another, there is comfort in knowing he loves you still. You only have to find a way to save him. < Yeah! Like I saved Lif right?>

You enter the study and find him leaning on the chimney mantle. You had hugged him before in friendly terms but you have never been this bold to initiate such intimate contact. This time you stand behind him and embrace him; leaning your head on his back. He takes your hands in his.

-I love you Alfonse.- he makes a strangled noise at that and tightens his hold on your hands. You can’t help but cry your self.- I will wait for you. I promise.

-Fjorm sees herself dying any day now…but I can’t help but think about her surviving all this years…and I hate myself for it. I will hate my self for waiting and her for living…and yet I can live with that. The thought of you marring another is what drives me insane.

-I will wait for you. Or I can be your mistress…

-No! I will not do that to you. I will not stain your honor that way. You have no idea how the people here treat …no.

-(sigh) Honor…what use is honor if it does not bring me happiness…but I understand you. I know it looks like I don’t care about what people say about me, and I don’t, but I care about what they think about you.- You close your eyes and take a deep breath to take courage for your next question.- Can I at lest have you once?

-If I touch you…I will not be able to stop my self… I will not be able to leave you. It is already …I think it is time I move my chambers somewhere else. Go to sleep. We will talk tomorrow.- He lets go of your hands and move away.

You go to your room and close the door of the study. Your heart is broken and his refusal had stung, but you also know him enough to know how he deals with heartache. He is suffering more than you in this and he will suffer more still, having to be married to a woman he doesn’t love and who doesn’t love him back. A woman he is clearly jealous of.

Of course you could not sleep that night but a fitful couple of hours. Especially because you could see the light of the fire in the study and a shadow pacing around outside your door. You wanted to go out and end that torture, but you also understood him. Getting closer now would only complicate matters and make it harder in the end.

Maybe it was fate that you had fallen in love with the same man twice and lost them both. Fate may be telling you, happiness was not for you. About some hours before day break you hear a violin begin to play. It was your favorite piece.

The melancholy melody reached you and your mind wandered to the times he had played for you when you told him you could not sleep. Perhaps he knew that like him, you were not sleeping. How could you live without him? He was your other half. Loosing him again will be like loosing part of yourself. You fall asleep to the sound of his pain. (1)

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Hours later you get up to go to work, you can’t hear anything in the study. You open the door with a bit of trepidation and find it empty. The door to his room is wide open, but there is no sound inside. You think he may be sleeping, but after a quick look, you find the room empty.

You go to the dining hall and get something to eat. You are not hungry of course, but there is a long day of work ahead of you and getting sick will only make it worse. Before going inside, you fear to face him again, and even more in front of other people.

-Hey Boss! Do you know what’s wrong with the prince!- You turn to look at the sound of the familiar voice, but find not only one Claude but two. Double trouble stand there looking at you and the younger of the two whistles.

-You look worst than him! Did you have a party last night?- This earned him an elbow to the side by King Claude.

-Yes Claude. I went to a rave. You found me out.- I say flatly.- You saw Alfonse?

- He was going to the library, but he looks sick. You are not getting sick are you? Is it contagious?- He asked concerned.

-No. I just couldn’t sleep. You needed him for something?- They look at each other for a second and young Claude nods and excuses himself to go have breakfast. Having these two together is a wonder. They do this thing where they have whole conversations with their eyes and it is scary to watch, knowing how smart and mischivious they are.

-You had a fight?- King Claude asks quietly, eyes not straying from yours. You know he can read you like an open book. He hums a little and say.- We were tasked to let him, and you now there is a meeting in two hours. Commander Anna and princess Sharena look almost as bad as you. Is something going on?

-Perhaps… Yes. I will let you know when I find out all the details.- You tell him. He is resourceful and know he will eventually find out and you will need his sharp mind to make plans any way.

-Did you cheat on him with Fjorm?- He say it jokingly and you look at him with a “TF you mean?” look, but you also wonder why he even mentioned Fjorm.- You know that lady is in love with you right? I consider her my strongest opponent by the way. Sturdy and strong.

-Claude…why do you even say that?

- Well, when we were going to give him the message; we found him arguing with Fjorm. She came and said something to him and he looked ready to kill someone. You know that growly thing Lif used to do when he was actively trying to kill us?Well just like that. He went storming into the library. Fjorm looked ready to cry. I give her props for not running away. That’s why my girl is my strongest opponent.

-Did everyone know about Fjorm but me?

-Yep. You do know about me right? Please tell me you do; because I don’t know how else to..

-Yes, Claude I know about you.- You smile at him.- And believe me when I say, that if I had not been Summoner here and had met you first. It would be very different. I would be crazy in love with that wit, those gorgeous green eyes, that astute mind and personality…Oh that sense of humor too and you would probably not even look my way.

-I do have beautiful eyes, don’t I. (sight) Not as beautiful as Alfonse’s I suppose- He said teasingly. You can’t help not going along with his sense of humor. He was trying to cheer you up, so you smile at him and punch him lightly on the arm.

You went together to have breakfast and then you ask the people working the kitchen if Alfonse had come to get food. He had not and Sharena confirmed he was still in the library and didn’t want anything.

You think of taking him something, but at the end you just get an apple and some cookies you stole from the kitchen.

You get to the War Room and Anna and Sharena are already outside. They greet you but they don’t meet your eyes. Alfonse is already inside looking at the giant map of Askr and the surrounding lands that is carved on a stone table. You go near him and put the apple and napkin with cookies in front of him. He did not made to take it.

-Don’t make it worst by getting sick.- He sighs, takes them and start eating them. You sit in one of the chairs by the high stained glass windows, take out your schedule for today and start making plans.

-You look better today.

-If by that you mean, I look like I couldn’t sleep until you started playing, then yes. Thank you, by the way.- He nods but does not say a word. You feel like you are talking to Lif. Which tells you just how hurt he is.- Are you researching on who you think is behind the attacks?

-There is too little information to do a proper research.- He answers after finishing the apple.

- Could it be one of the realms from the Norse folklore? We already fought some of them. I can talk to Freyr and ask him what he thinks about this. He may even dream of something.

- Perhaps.- He say simply. You are getting flashbacks of the days when you had first arrived to Askr and he would only answer with these kind of sentences. You can’t help to sigh and he just looks sideways at you, but doesn’t elaborate.

Anna and the rest started coming in. Ten minutes later Anna starts the meeting that turned out to be just an announcement since there were people missing.

-We will be having a meeting today at around six. The Royal Army Generals are coming. _______, I have a list of heroes I need in the meeting and I leave whoever you think should attend as well to your discretion. Here.- She hands you a list with names.- The King of Nifl and Queen of Muspell will be attending. - You look at Alfonse and he is looking at Anna intently but you can see he is doing that jaw thing he does when he is angry. Sharena is looking down at her feet.- They will be here two days and we need to be on our best of behaviors and safety. They will be arriving in three hours tops.

Hrid.

Two days.

Now you understood why Alfonse was angry at Fjorm. She must have told him, Hrid was coming.The meting only lasted a few minutes while she gave the officers and heads of staff their orders.

As soon as the meeting was over, Alfonse went out the door but was stopped by Delthea who was asking for you. He pointed you out and you wondered what was wrong with the bright magician.

-Summoner! Someone spiked Freyr’s drink and he is drunk in the infirmary. He won’t let anyone touch him. Natasha wants you to go and see if you can help them out. He keeps saying he wants to talk to you and go to the beach.

-Seriously? Do you have any idea who it was? Wait …Why was he day drinking at this our? It’s like 8 in the morning!- She shrugged. You rub your face out of frustration.- God! Why no one told me I was going to be babysitting grownup heroes that behave like five year olds? - Delthea started giggling and you noticed Alfonse had stopped to listen to the exchange. He came close and said.

-Take the morning off after you let the heroes know, they are needed. You need the time off Summoner.- Even Delthea stopped giggling. She looked at him and then you, like she was expecting something bad to happen, like kids do when their parents argue in front of them. -Just be sure to be here for the meeting and dinner. His highness will want to see you as well.

-I do not think that is prudent, there is a lot to do. Besides you need rest as well.

- I have stuff to do- He turns to leave, then adds without looking at you.-…But summoner, Do go.

You see him leave and after those cutting words you feel empty inside. You take Delthea by the hand and start to go towards the infirmary. It seems so impossible that you had been there just yesterday, full of joy and happiness and it feels now like a lifetime ago. It is enough to make you cry but not in front of Delthea.

-______. The prince…

- He is going through a lot right now Delthea.

-Is it because of his marriage to Fjorm?- She asks biting her lip.

-What do you know about that? How?- You stop to look around to see if someone is around to listen to your conversation.

-I heard Fjorm telling Eir about it. I was looking at this book I found in a secret compartment under one of the bookcases in the library.- She shows you a blue book with golden runes and a set of locks on the side.- They couldn’t see me and they started talking and I didn’t know It was a secret.They are both very sad. Eir promised Fjorm to help her find a way to get off the marriage and not make you marry Fjorm’s brother. Is he the one coming today? Is that why Alfonse wants you to go to the beach? You know Fjorm is in love with you right? I think Alfonse is looking for a way to not marry Fjorm as well and that is what he is doing in the library.

<<WTF?>>-I see. How did you know about Fjorm?

-You can’t see the way she looks at you?- She rolls her eyes.- Just like Chorm and Claude and Leon…and his demon -She made a face- Oh and Xander.-You look at her questioningly- Sigbert told me. That is why he stutters when he talks to you. Oh Dimitri!

<<Dimitri??>> You think, because King Dimitri has Marth, Savior Dimitri has Byleth and Student Dimitri has a sweetheart as well. Then you look up and see she meant “Feral” Dimitri is coming your way.

-____ are you going to the infirmary?- You nod yes.- May I accompany you?

-Of course! Are you not feeling well?- You ask concerned and make sure to remember not to burden him with your issues and give him your best smile, just like the one you will have to give the kids.

-I...-He lowered his gaze- I want to know how…the baby is doing.- He said a little embarrassed.

God this man is so sweet, you have to wonder just how much he had to suffer for him to be turned into what you saw of him earlier.

-Oh I see. So was I,but now I need to check on a Dream God, that someone got drunk.

-Do you need help?- He asks concerned.

-I am not sure, but he is…he has touching issues and I am guessing it is because of his sister.-He looks confused.- Dimitri… no matter how bad thins get, remember that at least you are not trying to bang your sibling, without their consent.

-What does that mean?- He asks in a small voice. Delthea starts giggling. Of course she knew what you meant.

- His sister is in love with him and was actively trying to…you know… marry him…- You finished awkwardly.

-What?…I suppose I understand why he would not want to be touched by people.

- And it does not help that he is very attractive. This is why he always wear loose tunics.- Seriously the first time you saw him without that tunic, it was shocking! That man is a God…well literally as well, but still. Dimitri just nods and keeps walking at your pace looking sideways at Delthea who was trying hard to open the blue book.

-Where did you get that book any way? What is it about?

-Umm. Well last week I was hiding from Luthier, because he wanted me to finish my homework and I hid in the bottom shelf where there were no books, and I saw this crack in the shelf on the bookcase next to mine, and it had a spell on it right? So I waited until Luthier went looking for me somewhere else, and tried to undo the locking spell. It was an old spell, but like easy to undo, and the book was inside it. I just can’t open it. I has this spell I can’t make out.

-Delthea,maybe it is a cue for you not to mess with it. It may belong to someone already. It may give you tentacles or something. Wait! Alfonse can translate those runes! I have seen him do it. It is some dead language we have encountered before. Why don’t you see if he can open it or knows what it is?

-Oh! Yes!….But what if I get in trouble?

-Tell him I sent you, because I wanted to know what that was and Delthea…Can you do me a favor?

-Of course _____

-Can you see what he is researching and try to help him? He is very intelligent, but sometimes people need another fresh mind to find the answer they are looking for.

-OK. I’ll do it. I want to help you with...- You shake your head slightly and widen your eyes so she would not say a word about the betrothal in front of Dimitri. She understood.- his research.

-You can do that once we come back from the beach.

-No. You go, but you can please take my brother! He needs to go out. Deal?

-Deal! Now go and tell Luthier, I need him to come help me with Freyr and that he can take whoever he wants to come with us. - She nods and starts running towards the library. You turn to Dimitri- Hey Dimitri. After visiting the baby I am taking Freyr to the beach. We are having some guests tonight and I need some relaxing time beforehand. Want to come? You don’t have to answer now. Think about it. I also need to run some errands before we take off. -He nods and opens the door of the infirmary.

You both go inside and ask him if he wants to go with you and go together to visit the baby or go by himself. He decides to wait for you outside the room Freyr is in. Brady informed you he had calmed down when they told him you were coming, but he had been very dizzy, could barely walk and had not wanted anyone to help him on the bed. He had also not wanted to tell them, whom he though had spiked his drink.

- Freyr? How are you feeling?- His eyes were open. This was bad.

-______? I feel dizzy. I need to go…

-We are going to the beach Freyr. Who spiked your drink? Do you know?

-Freya.- He pointed to the night table where a pitcher of water was placed. You go and take it to smell and …-Do not drink it. It is a potion for deep sleep.- Indeed the liquid did not smell like alcohol. He was not drunk, he was fighting sleep. You were going to ask him why he thought Freya had done this if she was dead, but then so was him and you had called him fro the dead.

- I swear your sister is like Freddy Kruger! This is bad! When did you see her?

-This morning I was dreaming… having a pleasant dream. When a nightmare came to me. I saw your sadness summoner. Then she came to me, and said we would soon be together, now that she had come back to me. I tried to wake up and could not. She came near me and I could not move. I woke up when I heard Peony knocking on my door. She had sensed something, but she could not see her or feel her. I could barely stand and she helped me get far enough to come here. I sent her to look for anyone who could have penetrated our security.

-I need to tell Anna bout this…But first I need to tell Brady if he has something to fight the sleeping potion.

-Don’t go.

- I am not going anywhere Freyr.- You open the door and ask Dimitri to please go get Brady or any healer and to bring something to fight sleep. Then you go and stand by Freyr’s side to talk to him so he can stay awake. You ask him what the dream he had about you was about, but he did not want to elaborate.

-You know Sir. It is not my place to tell you this but; have you though of maybe marring someone to see if she gets the idea?- He looks at you and actually smiles.

- I have…but I find my self in the predicament of being in love with someone who does not love me back.- Suddenly his smile fades and he continues.- Can you imagine the calamities my sister would rain upon my beloved?

-Oh yes. I surely can. I am so sorry to have intruded. Please forgive me, I did not meant to hurt you.- He sighs, extends his hands to you and asks you to sit on the bed by his side.

- Do not fret ______. It is an obvious question. I should have ended this madness a long time ago, but the love for my little sister blinded me to her misguided pursuit, until it was too late to change.

This conversation gave Brady time to come. He knocked on the door and came in with Dimitri and a young Leon in tow.

- Lord Freyr, _____; I have here a potion that may counter the sleeping potion you took.- He gives Freyr the bottle and picks up the water and smells it.- Leon said he gave you the whole bottle, if you hadn’t been a god, you would be dead, even with one fraction. This is our strongest sleeping potion. Used for surgeries.- You look at Leon who is currently looking down at the floor.- Take all the bottle Lord Freyr, if you feel uncomfortable you can come see me later. _________, please don’t be hard on the tike. It ain’t his fault.- Freyr took the potion.

-What happened Leon?- You asked him in a soothing tone. How can you be mad at him? He is a good boy and was probably tricked into doing this.

- He told me to do it.-He pointed at Freyr. Everyone looks confused except Brady.- Well it wasn’t him I guess. I had a dream for two nights and he was crying, because he could not sleep. In my dream he kept asking me for help. He said he wanted to see his little sister and he needed a potion for that but he could not ask for it, because he did not want to worry you _______. He said not to ask him in real life so it would be our secret. He told me where to get it, and to just put it in his water when he was not in his room so no one would know. So I did what he asked...but now that I think about it; his horns looked different and he had a big ugly mole in his nose.

Freya.

If this had not been as serious as it was, it would have been funny. Freya was so self conscious about that mole… but also that mole was the root of the whole damned problem. Leon looked worriedly at Freyr, which was still looking at him with open eyes. Freyr smiles at him.

-Do not be afraid child. I hold no ill intent toward you. You are innocent. I know my sister well, but I confess I am shocked, by her tricking a child to do her wicked work.

Freyr felt better and now could close his eyes and sleep as he always did. It was worrisome that Freya was back, not only because of the sick obsession she had with her brother, but because it meant someone had revived her.

You send word to Anna about the incident and she comes to talk to Freyr and you. After this you, Dimitri and Freyr ( who probably does not want to be alone), go visit Runa and her baby. You had a good talk, you got to hold the baby and Freyr gave him his blessing. Runa could not believe she was in the presence of one of the ancient Gods.

After sending word to the heroes that need to be in the meeting and King Claude who you think needs to be there as well, you take the stuff you need and pick up Luthier to go to the beach. Dimitri ends up going with you.

It was around ten when you got there. Double trouble decided to come along to Dimitri’s chagrin, but thankfully young Claude decided to befriend Luthier. Young Claude took it upon himself to teach him how to make friends and charm the ladies. Meanwhile, King Claude was mostly talking to Freyr, and Sharena, whom Alfonse had sent along to have fun, but had done so just after he had learned K Claude was coming along.

-Here Lord Freyr I got you a pineapple the way you like them. Do you want me to check it first?- You tell the silver haired man. He shakes his head slightly and and takes it from your hand.

- Thank you _______. I can do this. I never did this before because I had no reason to do so, she had never been so bold as to do these king of wicked deeds.

- I am sorry I can’t protect you more efficiently. I will go and do some research at the library to see if I can find something to help you. Physical barriers and security is something, but the mind and dreams are not easy to deal with.- Just how far had his sister gone before Peony had woke him up? The way he behaved this morning…you did not want to think about it, but you were sure he needed therapy after that.

- I can put up shields in my mind to do so and now that we are aware she is back, it will be easy to detect her presence in dreams.

King Claude took the opportunity that Dimitri was still getting a coconut for you and himself to come and talk to you.

-Hey ______. I just noticed something. This Dimitri...Byleth choose Black Eagles and…

- Claude I swear if you tell me not to bother with him, because he is going to die; I will slap you silly.

- What? No! That is not it! In fact I wan to help you get him ready to win! After all the other me in his world may die along with him; and he will need someone like me, to teach him to charm his way into getting more allies! What I wanted to tell you, is that I have been talking to some of the other heroes that had different destinies and I understand that This Dimitri still has both eyes. He wears the patch but he still has his eye intact. I thing it was kind of like his sense of taste, maybe? I remember you telling me, when we first met that Dimitri had lost it either because he had had some physical trauma, or it was psychological. If it is the later he may recover it; just like King Dimitri started tasting certain foods after he started being such “good friends” with Marth.

- Son of a witch! Seriously? Look, let me find it out. I just need to find the right time to do it. I don’t want him to get flashbacks or something. Oh and Claude you are a frigging genius! And a good man to boot! Thank you!- You hug him.

- Do I get a little kiss as well?- He asks laughing and you can hear Freyr laughing too. You kiss him in the forehead. - Well that’s better than nothing.

You can see Dimitri coming back in the distance with Sharena to his side. When they are near, you can see him looking sideways to the princess with a knitted brow. It may be because she is not her usual bubbly self. He asks her something you can not hear and she looks at him and smiles, but shakes her head.

When they get to where you are sitting by Freyr and Claude Dimitri is furrowing his brows and looking intently at you like searching for something. You take this time to evade any questions or suspicions and distract Sharena with something fun by asking then if they want to build a sand Castle.

Freyr and Dimitri have never don this and are instantly intrigued by the idea. Sharena perks up instantly and Claude proceeds to make it a competition and proclaims that his team consisting of himself and Sharena will win. You are left with Freyr and Dimitri who looks with trepidation at the items used to make the castle. You would think they will bite him, but understand it is his fear of breaking them, what is bothering him.

-The point of this is to have fun Dimitri. You can use your hands and items to do it and if you don’t want to use the pail or shovel it is perfectly alright. First you go and get some shells and plants and stick or stones that you find on the beach to make the castle look better.- You ere picking up shells and pebbles when Young Claude and Luthier come back and make their own team, when you tell them about the sand castle competition.

Watching both Freyr and Dimitri so invested in their work really made you happy. They looked so carefree, it almost made you forget about Alfonse’s engagement. Luthier also looked happy and it looked like Claude, as other extroverts do, had adopted Luthier.

-Mister Sandman! Give me a dream. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen!- The moment the soft words of the song came out of your lips, Freyr looked at your smiling face with open eyes and smiled himself. - Give him two lips like roses and clover; and tell him that his lonesome nights are over.

When you reached the part with “lots of wavy hair…” You could hear Claude shout “Someone wants gorgeous wavy hair?”.

-You know she meant blue and gold! - Young Claude said and threw a shell at his older counterpart. This earned them a laugh from everyone. Even Dimitri gave his quiet laugh. Well everyone except Sharena. She was looking down at the sand castle.

-Maybe we do need a nice dream. Would you like to take a nap in the sun? -Asked Freyr softly.

- I can watch over you while you take a much needed nap.- Said King Claude. You agreed to do it after you finished the sand castle competition, which young Claude and Luthier won. The winners went to celebrate their win at the drink stand. You told them not to drink alcohol.

Sharena agreed to take that much needed nap. You all were very used to not getting enough sleep by now, but somehow the stress of the situation was even greater, than some of the battles you had fought in.

You lay on a blanket between Freyr and Sharena; and Dimitri chose to lay down on a reclining chair next to Claude who was going to remain awake.

You have the most wonderful dream in a while, and by the time you woke up, you felt like you had slept for days. (2) You felt so well rested you did not notice the sting on your skin, not did you notice you were tightly hugging a very firm body and being tightly hugged in return by someone behind you. That someone was still snoring right in your ear.

-Had a nice dream huh Summoner?- Came Claude’s voice from behind you. You could hear the laughter in his voice.- I think you forgot to put on sun blocking lotion.

-What do you …-Now you felt it. You were laying on your side and so only one side of your body was an angry red. You then notice the firm body you were hugging was Freyr who was smiling in his dream. His chest was just as red as your left arm and the left leg you had over his.- Oh Fudge!- You say trying to disentangle yourself from him, but an arm around your waist prevents you from moving. You turn around and see Sharena’s face about three inches from yours. You both are lying on Freyr’s arm. After taking your arm from his chest you notice it leaves a tan line with its shape.

-Sharena! You are getting sunburned!- You say trying to move her arm. Half her face is red and you suspect your face fares the same. She opens her eyes and smiles broadly at you.

-______!! I had the most wonderful dream! I….Ouch! Hey I got sunburned! How did that happen I got the lotion on!

-So did I, and Freyr as well, but I probably look like Neapolitan ice cream!- You tell her and point to Freyr who is sitting up by now.

-I count my self lucky, and this mistake worth the fun and happiness. -He looks down and smiles at the mark of your hand on his chest. He was moving his left arm and you were sure it was sore after all the time you and Sharena had been laying on it. God that man was a saint. You look around to find an umbrella over Dimitri who is still asleep. You look over at Claude who smiles at you.

-They only had one, and I rather not have a very sore and angry Dima on our hands when he wakes up all red and in pain.- He gave you an apologetic look.

- It’s all cool Claude. I rather he doesn’t suffer for it at least. I wonder why the lotion didn’t work?

-Because it is regular lotion!…I am so sorry ______! I was so distracted this morning I got the wrong one!- Said Sharena bashfully.

-Don’t worry Sharena! We will get all fixed up when we get back home. Right Freyr!- You hear a rumble of ascent coming from the God.- We better wake up Sleeping Beauty and get our Dynamic Duo, and eat some lunch so we can go home, by the way. We still have to get ready to meet King Hrid.- You tell them and Claude gets up to get the other two from the dink stand. That leaves you to wake up Dimitri who looks so serene sleeping. So relaxed and young…It feels like a pity to awaken him. You stand there contemplating how to go about it when he wakes up smiling. He looks at you and say…

-Beloved…- he seems to realize what he said and sits up all red in the face.- I…

-Mmm having a great dream I see! I am sorry to wake you up Dimitri, but it is time to go home.- You wonder if like Student Dimitri, this Dimitri is in love with Marianne, but you feel it is not your place to ask. He’ll confide in you when the time comes.

After a hurried lunch, you get home all sore but relaxed and happy. Even Sharena looks like her old self.

-Wow Thank you Lord Freyr! I had the greatest of dreams! Everyone was my friend! Even Navarre and Valter! Oh and Fomortiis too!

-Why would you want to be their friend? I get Navarre but…- Asked Luthier.

-They all deserve a chance to be understood. -Says Sharena.- Our dear Summoner taught me that.- She looks at you and winks. You return her smile in kind.

- I guess, but Fomortiis is a literal demon…- Responds Luthier.- Oh so what did you dream of Summoner?- He ask you and you feel your heart beat faster. Your dream...You did not want to talk about it. Dimitri must have seen your hesitance and started to talk.

- I… I dreamed my beloved gifted me a wheel of cheese and asked for my hand in marriage.- He said scarlet faced. Everyone looked at him surprised, but no one laughed.

-Wow that sounds like something ________ would do!- Says King Claude.

- I have you know…wait that does sound like a good idea. I mean if someone were to give me my favorite food and then asks me to marry him; I’d say yes right away! I think that is very romantic!- You say to the King.

-Well, don’t keep your favorite food a secret! I need to know right now!- He asks and now everyone laughs.

-Try a wheel of cheese Claude.- Says Dimitri to Claude’s surprise.

-Quesadillas! Yummy!! - You say.

-I got a pair of mice in my hands!- Says King Claude and gives a sigh.

-I love cheese and Quesadillas too!- Pipes in Sharena.

-I enjoy cheese and quesadillas my self as well.- Says Lord Freyr.

You were all laughing by the time you reach the castle and were on your way to the infirmary to get fixed up when you see a group of people walking to meet you. It was Alfonse followed by Fjorm walking by Leagyarn. On Alfonse’s side was the King of Nifl.

-Hrid…

A/N

1. The piece Alfonse is playing is clearly from his world, but I imagine it sounds a lot like Ikuto’s Violin Solo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ET8hV8yPNNQ

2. I wonder what the Summoner dreamed about? Should I leave it to your discretion or should I write about it. I am sure I will end up writing about Dimitri’s. Also Freyr’s forced dream was a dubious consent and I am not sure if I should write about that.

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bakugous-bbygirl · 4 years

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~How the Bakusqaud reacts to you singing DDLG by ppcocaine~

This idea came to me kinda randomly but the song is like super wild so this is kinda 18+ nothing over the top though. Credit to the artist and Enjoy!

Mina

Lie down (Lie down)

Turn off the lights (Turn 'em off)

I'm a little cum slut, short and loud (I'm a little whore)

Bend me over and I will shout (Push it harder)

I'm-I'm a little cum slut, short and loud (Uh, so long)

Lay me down and eat me out (Eat me out)

Haha, you thought this was your average lullaby? (Average lullaby)

No (You were wrong)

Really, I just want you to fuck me to sleep (Fuck me so good)

Trap bunnie bubbles

You guys were laying in her bed cuddling and sharing headphones

You went to go skip the song buttt

She already knew what song it was the minute she heard the first few notes.

I mean, She’s Mina.

You two spend the rest of the time singing the song back and forth.

Eventually it got some sexual tension since all the moaning but it was after the song ended

She climbed on top of you and smashed her lips against yours

Worked out for both of you pretty well.

Kirishima

I want my cheeks clapped, daddy (Clap 'em)

So lay me down while I arch that ass back (Back)

I need that good pipe, daddy (Oh, fuck)

I buss it down cause I seen you had that rack (Blow it back)

That good, good sex, yeah, I need some (Need some)

Make me arch my back and were goin' dumb (Dumb)

Please don't stop, I'm about to cum (Fuck)

I'ma pop my shit like bubblegum

That good, good sex, yeah, I need some (Need some)

Make me arch my back and were going dumb (Going dumb)

Please don't stop I'm about to cum (Fuck)

I'ma pop my shit like bubblegum

Kiri was just coming in from a Patrol run and was pretty excited to see you

Was totally not expecting you to be singing at all

Let alone such vulgar words that you don’t even say in bed with him

Mostly wanted to climb on you and actually make you arch that back since you wanna sing about it

He decided to wait and just get you all flustered later in the day.

Mentioning that he’s never seen you pop anything like bubblegum.

Holy fuck your brain just imploded and you were a blushing mess.

That night you were probably the loudest you’ve ever been.

You totally invested in listening to more of her songs

Bakugou

When I get on top, my voice goes, "Uh"

Look at it drip, oh shit, you make me cum (Make me)

Hit it from the back my voice go, "Uh"

Loving my clit, go clean your thumb (Clean it)

Shakin' and screamin', make my voice go, "Uh"

That good, good sex gonna make me cum, fuck (Daddy)

That good, good sex gonna make me cum

Well we all know he has a daddy kink.

Well you didn’t, he hadn’t had the chance to bring it up with you yet

After coming into your shared room he figured it was time to say something

Because hearing you moan it even in song form made him pretty damn hard.

Everything else you were singing was great to, but nothing he hasn’t made you say before

It helped that you thought you had more privacy and had bent all over showing off your cute little ass

Yep he was gonna blow up if he didn’t mount you like a damn rabbit.

Had much more stamina hearing you call him daddy and whine it out like the good girl you are

10/10 would recommend

Sero

Bet you never had a girl like me

Suck on my clit and smoke good tree (Haha)

Don’t hesitate to have me on my knees

For you, I might let you hit it for free

For you (Haha), I might let you hit it for free

For you (I probably shouldn’t though)

I might let you hit it for free

Real renegade shit, daddy, I’m your slut (I'm your slut)

Kissin' on my pussy, put your thumb in my butt

Won’t stop going tlil I get my nut

Babe you gotta go, your Uber's in the cut

Babe? Babe (Hello?)

Your Uber in the cut

He didn’t notice you weren’t talking to him so he answered both times you had yelled out babe

Missed the whole beginning half of everything you had sung and had to tap you asking why you had called for him

You were pretty embarrassed since your thought he wasn’t back from going over to denki’s

You explained it was just a song and you got to into it

He’s actually the most calm about it and just wants to figure out why you like the song

I mean, still ended in firm sex but wasn’t going to jump on you since he didn’t hear you sing much of it

The video didn��t help anything but made both of you horny.

promised you that good tree afterwards

You also had to have a talk about if you have a Ddlg kink or something

He’s not mad or anything, just wants to know

For research.

Denki

Daddy? (Oh my God)

Did you get to cum too? (Fuck, daddy)

I hope so (Oh)

Trap bunnie bubbles (Don't stop)

You were tired of him paying attention to his video game so he did this to himself

You got all in his ear and in your cutest whine you called him daddy

It clearly caught him off guard and made him look at you like “you trying to start something?”

He’s so cute when he’s trying to act like he’s not hard off of one word

You moand the don’t stop and he went completely feral

You got the attention you wanted and he just short circuited

Win win if you asked yourself

Alright I hope you enjoyed at least a little bit I mostly just wanted the crack idea of that song being sung for real

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #my hero x reader #mina ashido #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #sero hanta #denki kaminari #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #sero x reader #denki x reader #ppcocaine #ddxlg #headcanon #bakusquad

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ijustwant2write · 4 years

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A Little Secret-Alfie Solomons x OC!Reader (Part 2/?)

(GIF credit to @call-me-nightwing)

Part 1

Masterlist

Prompts List

Tags: @haphazardhufflepuff @mollybegger-blog @broitsriah @maryan028 @peakascum @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight @haphazardhufflepuff @mzcrazy2

Summary: Izzy has no idea about the protection she is now under, causing her to panic when she spots men lingering outside her house. She needs Alfie’s help, but is hesitant, especially after she disappointed him. He has the power, and Izzy will never deny that.

Characters: Alfie Solomons x OC!Reader, Ollie x OC!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, panic attacks, violence, fighting, arguing, some fluff

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Ollie was fully focused as he drove Izzy home, knowing that the men stationed at her home were already patrolling the area. Her home wasn’t in the safest neighbourhood, but Izzy had never brought up any troubles if she had any. Though when Ollie thought about it, she hardly talked about herself anyway. He really didn’t know who this woman was, only that she had some sort of tie to Alfie, probably the only woman his boss ever spoke about or was seen with.

"Sorry that Mr Solomons made you drop me off." Izzy apologised as they pulled up outside her house.

"Don't worry Izzy, I really didn't mind. Especially after what happened today."

He regretted saying that as he saw the panic appear on her face, cursing to himself when he realised that he was turning onto her street.

"You're safe you know, Alfie wouldn't let anything happen to you." Ollie calmly said.

"Why would something happen to me?"

"Izzy, it won't! Come on, I'll walk you to the door."

"No, don't worry. You've done enough for me Ollie. Good night."

Izzy climbed out of the car, hoping Ollie didn't notice how fast she was walking towards her front door. Her key was already out, and she hastily unlocked the door, but not before quickly waving to Ollie, acting as if everything was alright. As soon as he started driving away, she rushed inside, instantly locking and bolting the door shut (she had multiple locks that helped her sleep at night).

Her breathing was heavy as she practically tiptoed upstairs. She always hated noise, and something had always told her she needed to listen out in case anyone else had sneaked in. Izzy could always hear her neighbours either side of her. On the right, Mr Jeffrey was also alone in his old age, but his footsteps were heavy and dragged along the floor; then there was the Thomas's family, which consisted of a middle aged, married couple (who liked to shout at each other rather than talk) and their four feral children. Sometimes it was nice to know that there were people around her, but when she heard a random bump in the night, it frightened her to the core.

Laying in bed that night, Izzy couldn't stop her mind from flashing back to the events of that day. It had only just started to sink in. First the random man following her, humiliating herself in front of Mr Solomons and his business partners, all before someone was shot. It was supposed to be like any other day. Why was today different? Why was Izzy caught up in something like this when she had never done anything wrong?

The young woman bolted upright when she heard a cough outside. It was a simple cough, but who would be out at this time? There was actually a lot of explanations for that. It could be a homeless man, someone coming home from the pub. However, it still put Izzy on edge, and she just knew she had to check to put her mind at ease. Sliding out of bed, Izzy got onto all fours, crawling towards her window. Ever so slowly, she peaked through her curtains whilst on her knees, spotting a man stood in her back yard. Gasping, she fell back to the floor again, instantly beginning to panic. Izzy was too scared to move, but knew she had to get to the phone, even though it was downstairs. Continuing to crawl, she made it to the stairs, finally standing and going down the stairs as silently, but quickly as possible. She was extremely grateful that Alfie had installed a phone into the house as she reached up towards it, sitting on the cold floor beside the table it was set on.

Waiting for Alfie to pick up, Izzy prayed for some sort of noise from either neighbour, something to reassure her that they were awake and she could rush over there if needs be. Alfie still hadn’t answered when a shadow passed over her, casted from the small window in her front door. Her hand slapped over her mouth to silence her whimpers, trying to think of things in her house that could be used as a weapon. Were these men associates of the man who had been shot? What if they wanted revenge, so they were using her to get back at Alfie?

“Who the fuck is this?” Alfie’s voice startled Izzy.

“Mr Solomons, there are two men at my house!” she exclaimed through a whisper.

“There’s actually four Izzy.” he moaned, still half asleep.

“What?”

“I put them there, didn’t I?”

“W-why?”

“Just a precaution.”

Izzy hesitantly stood, staying close to the phone.“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Look, Izzy, it’s...it’s fucking three in the morning luv, I can’t think straight right now. We’ll talk about this later.”

Alfie put down the phone, leaving Izzy shocked with her mouth wide open. Although angry, she carefully put the phone back, only to yelp out when there was a knock at the door, despite it being soft. She opened it only by a crack, recognising one of Alfie’s men that dealt with anyone causing trouble for his boss.

“You alright miss?” he asked, his cockney accent think like Alfie’s.

Izzy just nodded, closing the door before he could say anything else. As she slumped off to bed again (dreading having to get up so early for work now she had less sleep), she thought of all the things she could scream in Mr Solomons’ face; however, that wasn’t going to happen, never in a million years. He would call her into his office, explain his reasons then send her away again. It was just easier that way.

No one noticed how tired Izzy looked that morning, though that was because she kept to herself as usual. Her eyes were bleary, straining when she checked through the documents she needed to fill out. Why was the writing always so small? Izzy distracted herself with the work load, wondering if Mr Solomons had forgotten about the call earlier that morning, or whether he just didn’t care. Either reason was fine with her, it meant not having to blush profusely in front of him whilst he explained himself.

“Izzy-”

She almost dropped the clipboard in her hands as Ollie showed up behind her. He held his hands up in surrender, backing away slightly as she caught her breath.

“What’s shaken you up?”

Izzy raised an eyebrow at him before looking back down at her papers.

“Oh right, sorry. Been so busy I just forgot about that and....” his words trailed off when he realised she wasn’t listening properly.“Mr Solomons wants you in his office, now.”

As Ollie walked away, Izzy quietly sighed to herself. The thing she had been avoiding was now here. Although at dawn it had seemed right to call him, she now felt stupid. Hopefully it was a light scolding before going back to work.

Her light knocking on the door almost amused Alfie. If he had been talking to someone in his office, he would never have heard her. He called her in, seeing the bags under her eyes, and how she couldn’t seem to look at him. Gesturing to the seat across from him, he waited for her to sit before speaking.

“Look, last night-”

“I’m sorry Mr Solomons.”

They both spoke at the same time. Izzy shrunk further into her seat, scolding herself for being so rude. Of course he was going to speak first! Alfie waited a minute before an idea popped into his head.

“Izzy, please speak.”

Izzy was hesitant, thinking that this was maybe one of his mind games. He had a way of making people look a fool of themselves, she didn’t want to be one of them.

“I’m sorry for calling you so early. I overreacted, I should have just left it alone.” she mumbled.

Alfie groaned.“Come on girl, you fucking hate me right now, don’t ya?”

Her head shot up, eyes widening.“No! Of course I don’t!”

“Just tell me what you’re really thinking in that pretty little head of yours. We’ve known each other long enough for you to speak freely in my presence.”

She was still blushing from his (somewhat of a) compliment. Her mind was in two halves; one was stressing her not to say anything, thinking she would be in deep trouble if she did so, but on the other hand, she never had much chance to express herself, nor was she ever so tempted.

“Well...” Izzy thought for a moment,“I think I had a right to know your concerns for my safety. I should have known that those men were guarding me, b-because...because they scared me! There was a moment I thought you wouldn’t answer the phone and, and, I didn’t know how I was supposed to defend myself!”

Alfie had never heard her voice this loud, even though it would still be classed as her indoor voice. If the situation wasn’t so dangerous, he would have found it hard to contain a laugh. However, she seemed stressed, her voice wavering like it usually did when she became upset. Although she was now sat up straight, Alfie could see her shoulders slumped, hands clasped together to stop them visibly shaking.

“Is there anything else you would like to add?” he quietly asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me in the first place?”

“Didn’t want to panic you. Didn’t work out that way did it?”

“What do I need to be worried about? Should I be looking out for someone coming to hurt me?”

Alfie sighed, running a hand down his face, a common habit of his. He wasn’t going to tell her the truth, he had seen what stress did to her when it took over, that wasn’t fair to send her spiraling again.

“I was just paranoid after the other day. I should have told you.”

“So...will those men still be there tonight?”

“One more night. Just to make sure. I’ll get another lad to take you home again.”

They sat in silence, both unsure if the conversation was over now. Izzy was too nervous to stand in case it wasn’t, but the atmosphere was awkward. Her eyes cast down to her shoes, which were caked with dust from the floor. They would need cleaning later. Alfie still hadn’t said anything, he couldn’t look at Izzy either, staring at the wall off to his left. However, as both decided to do something about the silence, Izzy standing and Alfie beginning to speak, the awkwardness just increased.

“Iz,” Alfie was surprised as she shot back down into her seat,“don’t stress, yeah? I don’t want to see you like that again, alright.”

Izzy didn’t reply, she didn’t even nod.

“Right.” Alfie mumbled.“Well, that’s all I had to say really.”

Izzy said nothing as she stood again, swiftly leaving and almost sprinting away from the office. The humiliation made her feel sick, situations like those were her worst fear. But Alfie felt somewhat relieved it was over, thinking he would get away with hiding the truth for a little longer.

It was the last hour of the working day, and Izzy was finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. She had updated the stock numbers, happy to be out of the large, cold and daunting room. It was never her favourite part of the day. There were only a few light bulbs in there, they were always dim no matter how many times they had been replaced. Her shoulders were tense, keeping her eyes focused on the papers as to not notice the ominous shadows being casted around her. If she stared at a spot for too long, her mind would create something sinister that had plagued her nightmares. Suddenly the lights went out, darkness enveloping everything. It was pitch black, she was alone, she couldn’t stay there.

“Hello?!” she called out.“I’m still in here! Is anyone out there? Was there a power cut?!”

She stumbled her way through the dark, not making it very far when her skirt got caught on something, causing her to hastily tug on it. Izzy pulled too hard in a panic, falling onto her side on the stone floor. But she didn’t stay down for long, scrambling onto her feet. Feeling disorientated, Izzy clutched onto her chest as her breathing became rapid, heart beating fast and loud in her ears. Her hands felt around for the wooden door, but all she felt were barrels upon barrels, sometimes the stone wall. There was no way of knowing which way to go, she couldn't tell which way she was facing.

Pinning her back to the wall, she slowly slid down it, wrapping her arms around her knees and clutching onto her skin. She despised the dark, it held too many horrible memories, it was untrustworthy, anything could be lurking in it. Sobs racked her body, feeling completely forgotten, an all too familiar feeling to her. She was about to cry out again when the door burst open, light finally shining upon her;it had been further away than expected, but that didn't stop her from leaping up and dashing out of the room.

Izzy paid no attention to the men around her, coming to halt away from the group. Shaking hands cradled her face, as if she had to check that she was still there. Her cheeks were wet from the tears which she gently wiped away as she steadied her breathing, reminding herself over and over that she was safe again.

"You alright Izzy?" Ollie quietly asked as he stood in front her her.

She frantically nodded her head, moving away from him. She didn't want anyone near her just yet.

"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" Aflie shouted in a worker's face.

"I didn't know she was in there!" the man protested.

"You should have checked before switching the fucking light off! Anyone could have been in there. What if a barrel fell on top of someone? Hm? You would have someone's death on your hands!"

"She would have been fine if she acted like an adult. Who on earth is still scared of the dark at her age?"

Ollie cringed as he finished his sentence. He knew what was coming. He held his arm out in front of Izzy, trying to turn her around or block her view of Alfie. However, Izzy didn't look away, she was never one for violence, but the shock of Alfie’s outburst had drawn her in.

The rage consuming Alfie was obvious. Alfie Solomons was an intimidating man when he was neutral, when someone made him angry, it was as if he were a monster out of a horror novel. The worker didn't even see Alfie pull his fist back before it punched him in the face, sending him flying to the floor. He had no time to even cry out as Alfie kicked him in the ribs, stumbling slightly before regaining his balance.

"Sort it out Ollie." he grumbled, walking away.

Izzy didn't feel as scared as she thought she would. Seeing someone being beaten up wasn't pleasurable to her, but she realised why she wasn't fearing Alfie again; he had an outburst because the man had disrespected her. He had stood up for her.

"Mr Solomons!" Izzy boldly called out, running after him.

"Izzy, don't!" Ollie tried to stop her.

Alfie stopped in his tracks, his fists clenching tightly. He heard her heels across the floor, getting closer and closer. He couldn't talk to her, not like this.

"Mr Solomons, I-" she started, but was soon interrupted.

"I don't want to hear it Izzy." he didn't even turn around and began walking away again.

Her voice became quieter."No, I just wanted to say-"

"I don't need your fucking opinion! I run this place, I discipline how I want to!" he shouted, storming into his office and slamming the door shut, causing the sound to echo out.

Every other man in the building had been listening (it was impossible not to). After staring at the door for a few more seconds, they knew the show was over, getting back to finishing their work for the day.

"Izzy, you shouldn't have done that." Ollie sighed once he caught up to her.

Her usual demeanour had returned now, ducking her head in embarrassment."I just wanted to thank him."

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freckledoriya · 4 years

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“dead girl walking” (izuku midoriya x reader fic)

WARNINGS: smut (18+), mentions of alcohol, aged-up character

SUMMARY: The number one villain has given you a death notice. How will you spend your last hours to live? (Inspired by the song “Dead Girl Walking” from the musical Heathers).

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

LINKS: ao3 | masterlist | ask box

TAGLIST: since this is smut, I didn’t put my usual taglist. if you’d like to be notified when I post spicy content, let me know!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my first time really writing smut so I apologize ahead of time if it’s bad!! thank you to everyone that’s been really encouraging about me doing this, especially @gallickingun 💕

The chilly night air passes through your spine like an ice cube going down your back. It has only been an hour since you received your death notice from the city’s number 1 villain, the words “tomorrow, 8AM, you’re dead” scribbled in ink on a piece of folded paper. Since receiving the threat, you did your heroic duties: reported the incident to police and strategized how to take down this villain. You were confident in your abilities as a hero, but the gnawing thought that this might be your last night alive would not rest. After all, every hero in the city that received this death notice previously had fallen victim to the villain’s deadly ways. From a purely statistical standpoint, you were a dead girl walking.

So several shots of strong alcohol later, here you stood outside an apartment, home to the number 1 hero, Deku, a.k.a, Izuku Midoriya. Izuku worked for the same hero agency that you did, and since joining, the two of you became quick friends. And that’s all you saw him as for a long time. A friend. But as patrol partners, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be witness to his many fangirls that came with the territory of being the number one hero. When you started to notice yourself feeling a twinge of jealousy as one of them shamelessly flirted with him, you knew things were going south.

Ever since that first time, you couldn’t help but steal glances and “incidental” touches during your patrol rounds. Izuku Midoriya had captured your heart, no doubt about it. Maybe it was the way that he so selfishly put himself before others, or the sheer amount of passion he had for being the best hero possible. When you thought about it, his passion is what you found most attractive in him. Not that the luscious green waves, adorable freckles, and beautifully sculpted body didn’t do it for you, but his passion... if he could have that much passion for doing his job, you could only imagine the kind of passion he would have for a significant other. And the amount of passion he’d have during… other things.

You couldn’t help but have those sinful thoughts when it came to Izuku. He was so wonderfully naive. You often took joy in seeing how much you could make him blush and stutter when you’d say slightly suggestive things (he practically choked to death when you commented on how well his new hero costume fit him in certain areas). But at the same time, you’d have to stop yourself from drooling when watching Midoriya fight, seeing how tough and almost feral he’d get. Both things made you want to dominate and be dominated by the hero.

So after your fifth (or sixth?) shot, you realized that dying without making that fantasy a reality would be a crime. And heroes are supposed to fight crime, right?

You contemplated this as you climbed up the stairs to his apartment and knocked softly on the door, wobbling back and forth slightly as the alcohol coursed through your veins. Hearing footsteps approaching from inside, you start to wave to the door’s peephole, knowing that he was way too cautious to just open up the door to anyone so late at night.

The door creaks as he cracks it open. “H-hey!” Midoriya stutters and clears his throat. “Is everything okay? It’s pretty late…”

You flash him a bright smile. “Everything’s great! May I come in?”

“Uh, sure!” he says as he opens the door for you.

As you walk into his apartment, his scent hits you like a train. What you wouldn’t do to pounce on him right then and there, run your hands through his hair, moaning and panting in his ear as you beg for more.

“Are you sure everything is okay? You look like you’ve been drinking and I know-”

“Shhhhh,” you say as you quickly close to space in between you two, putting your finger to his lips.

The sensation of your body pressed up against his causes Izuku’s eyes to widen and his face to heat up. He’d never admit to it, but your presence is intoxicating to him. Every time you’re near him, he feels his chest tighten with feelings. And when he goes home alone at night, laying in bed staring up at the ceiling, you’re all he dreams about. He dreams about you under him as he grinds against you, getting the chance to feel every inch of your skin beneath his finger tips. He hates himself when he wakes up thinking of you like that. He likes you way too much to jeopardize your guys’ relationship. But now, with your face just inches from his, you’re just too tempting.

“W-what are you doing?”

You smile and give him a knowing look, as if to communicate through eye contact that “I’ve decided I must ride you till I break you.” Wrapping one arm around his neck, you pull him closer to whisper in his ear.

“Izuku,” you say as sultry as possible. You whispering his first name in his ear gives him goosebumps. “I want you.”

Without warning, you smash your lips into his, kissing him with so much force, you’re surprised he stays standing. Midoriya immediately tenses up, unsure how to proceed. He wants to kiss you back. So badly. This is everything he’s ever wanted and more. But what if he does something wrong? What if he goes too far? Can he really trust himself to not lose control around you? What if-

“Stop thinking so much,” you say, pulling away from the kiss.

You look him in the eyes lovingly, trying to show that you understand. Because you do. You’re terrified right now. If it weren’t for the alcohol running through your veins, you would have never had the courage to do this. But you’re here now: face to face with the man you’ve pined for for what seems to be forever. Both your hearts racing at what feels to be a deadly pace. It just feels… right.

“I think you’re beautiful,” you say, confessing your feelings. “I know you’re always trying so hard to be everyone’s hero, but you matter too. The world filled with villains is unfair and cruel, but for tonight, let’s keep it locked out there. In here, it’s beautiful. Can we make this beautiful?”

You hold your breath as you wait for his response, searching his green eyes for an answer. But having you this close to him, Midoriya can’t think straight. He can’t begin to rationalize or think logically about the situation. All he can think about is wanting to claim you as his own and having you become undone beneath him.

“Th-that works for me-” he squeaks out.

The second you hear those words pass through his lips, you’re back to kissing him. But this time, Izuku gives in and kisses you back, tentatively at first. You reach your other hand up to run your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the ends. He lets out a quiet moan in response, egging you on to repeat the action.

He pulls away only to lead you into his bedroom. Gently pressing you up against his wall, Midoriya gets to work kissing your neck, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he does so. He’s under your spell, no doubt about it. And the sensation of his lips lightly peppering kisses up and down your neck is enough to drive you mad.

“Don’t hold back,” you whisper, wanting to experience Izuku Midoriya let loose. “Make me yours.”

Your wish is his command as he swiftly picks you up and places you on his bed. He hovers above you for a second, admiring your raw beauty, shocked that a woman like you is underneath him, panting and yearning to be touched by him. He runs his shaking hands over your body, hooking his thumbs beneath your shirt. Looking at you for the go-ahead, you nod your head and allow him to begin to undress you. He presses hot kisses down your body till he gets to your pants.

“Can I-”

“Yes,” you reply eagerly. “I’m all yours.”

He easily slides your pants off of you and quickly gets to work, unhooking your bra and taking off your underwear.

“You're overdressed,” you comment, tugging at his top.

He blushes and chuckles as he shyly takes off his shirt, revealing his beautifully sculpted body. You run your hands over the planes of his chest, feeling his many scars beneath your fingertips. He starts to shrink away, obviously embarrassed by the marks, constant reminders of times he went too far or failed to keep a villain at bay. But before he can pull away too much, you grab and pull him close to you so that he’s practically laying on top of you. Rather than assuring him with words, you kiss him tenderly, showing him just how much you adore and worship him.

He smiles before standing up to remove his pants and boxers. You lick your lips as you watch him strip, eagerly awaiting what he holds in store for you. He grabs a condom out of a dresser drawer and slides it on himself. And once he’s completely naked in front of you, you beckon him towards you, loving the way he mindlessly follows your instructions.

Midoriya climbs back on top of you. He gazes at you as he awaits direction on what to do next. Taking charge, you gently guide his hand down to your cunt.

“A-already so wet for me?” he asks, seemingly unable to comprehend the effect he has on you.

You help guide his fingers into you, the sensation making you gasp. “This is what you do to me.”

He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, relishing in the way you moan at the sensation. As he curls his fingers inside of you, he uses his thumb to graze over your clit, seemingly playing your body like an instrument that he’s mastered.

“Izuku,” you whine. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

Midoriya smirks, seemingly gaining some confidence after seeing how easily undone you become at the mercy of his fingers.

“Patience,” he says, chuckling. “I want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt.”

With that, he quickly replaces his fingers with his mouth. You gasp at the sudden sensation of feeling his mouth between your legs.

Izuku begins flicking his tongue against your clit as you moan at the intense pleasure. It feels amazing, better than it has any right to feel. But you haven’t touched him yet, and that just won’t do. You pull his face up to kiss him so you could return the favor and start stroking him, smiling at the way his breath hitches when you begin to pick up your pace.

“Fuck me,” you beg. “Please.”

With your voice sounding like that, begging like your life depends on his cock being inside of you, you don’t need to tell him twice. His lips meet yours as you feel him line up to your entrance. He slowly slides into you, and both of you let out a gasp. After allowing you to adjust to his size, Midoriya begins to slowly rock his hips.

“Mmmm,” he moans. “You feel so perfect.”

“Izuku,” you say breathlessly. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

You hear him grunt in response as he picks up his pace, thrusting into you harder, fucking you into the mattress.

At that moment, you don’t care about villains or death threats or even being a hero. You’re in bed with Izuku Midoriya, and he’s moaning and whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he makes you feel like the only girl in the world, nothing like the dead girl walking you felt like at the start of the night.

His hips start stuttering and you can tell by his breathing pattern in your ear that he’s coming close to finishing. Just the thought of Midoriya finishing inside of you is enough to start to push you over your own edge.

“Izuku!” you scream.

“Louder,” he says roughly in your ear. “Please. Say my name louder.”

You do as he commands, screaming his name as he slams into you.

“F-fuck, Y/N, you’re amazing,” he breathes.

Hearing the naive Izuku Midoriya curse and saying your name as his cock is buried deep inside of you is enough to make you finish. Waves of pleasure rock through your body, and the sensation of your pussy pulsing around his cock sends Izuku over the edge as well.

He gently pulls out and lays beside you, the two of you breathing heavily. Izuku looks over at you and can’t help but be entranced by the blissed out look on your face. He would hate to admit it, but he’s imagined before what a sight you would be after sex, but nothing compares to the real thing. You’re positively glowing. And why wouldn’t you be? The fears of villains, ominous notes, or your fleeting morality seem miles away from you now. Izuku has effectively made the whole town disappear, and all that’s left is a satisfying ache between your thighs and a smile on your lips. It’s beautiful.

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idyllicstarker · 4 years

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Part three to my rooftop patrol ask!

Part one || Part two (I guess part three can be read as a stand alone, but for the full experience I’d recommend reading part one and part two first)

Original prompt by the lovely and amazing @winterironspiderling 💖💖

Warnings: Sexual content, some foul language

Peter was wrong. It could get a lot better than being in Tony’s arms all night.

Don’t get him wrong, Peter loved every moment of it, and if fate allowed it, he’d never give the feeling up. But as they began to get closer, and began to make the relationship more official, Tony treated Peter in a way that was far beyond anything in Peter’s wildest dreams.

Tony always treated him well. There was no denying that. But now, he was so much more affectionate. Always waking up Peter with a kiss to his cheek. If they were alone Tony always had a hand on him somehow. No one else knew, and they were holding off from making it known to even their closest friends, because it was quite a weird relationship, and they weren’t ready for that argument yet. But, still, even on patrol, Tony would be phoning him constantly to make sure he was okay. When he was at school, he’d get random messages from the man reminding him to stay safe, and remember that he loved him. It was truly such a pure and innocent love that they shared.

Even Tony seemed happier. He seemed to smile and laugh more. And he didn’t seem to have such a weight on his shoulders.

They were often alone anyway, so they didn’t have to worry about sneaking around too much.

But as cute as it all was, it was way beyond the point.

Tony kept his promise. He always was a man of his word, especially to Peter. He didn’t make him wait longer than a few days, which may have been to benefit Peter, but the boy liked to think that Tony himself couldn’t wait that long to get his hands on what they both craved.

Each other.

It had been a beautiful night, with a beautiful dinner. Peter couldn’t have asked for a better first date. He didn’t have much to compare too, but no one could ever top the way Tony made him feel; pretty much like royalty. As they’d slipped into the car, Happy up front (there was no way they could have hid it from him, so they didn’t try, Tony trusted him enough not to out them) he’d turned to Tony and gave him the softest most thankful of kisses. It was innocent as can be, but as Peter pulled away to look into the eyes that had never left him all night, he saw something much darker in Tony’s eyes. He licked at his lips, swallowing as he shuddered under the intense gaze.

“Can I help you?”, he asked shyly, looking away. It hadn’t been the first time he’d seen it, the first being those five months ago when they first met. But Peter still felt his heart flutter as he realised what that gaze meant. Tony promised special, and of course, an amazing date as the one he’d just given him, was more than special. Peter had his suspicions, so he’d prepared himself enough, psyched himself up so that there would be no surprises or stopping, because he wanted this, he did. And by the look in Tony’s eyes, he wanted it tonight too.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”, came the man’s reply, that ever confident smile on his lips as he leaned slightly forward. Peter could smell the cologne on him, but could also smell the sweetness of the wine on his breath. It has been a condition that Peter wasn’t allowed to drink with him tonight. But now Peter realises it wasn’t because he was underage, Tony had shared alcohol with him plenty of times, and knew he went out drinking. No, Tony wanted him sober, completely sober, so that nothing could distort his mind, and he could properly consent if he was ready. The thought had every tense muscle in his body relaxing. Tony really did care, and he did think of everything. Peter was safe with him, he knew that already, but there was something so sweet as he came to that realisation, that had him impossibly falling deeper in love.

“Only about every ten minutes”, Peter said, with a gentle laugh, looking up into Tony’s eyes.

He gasped, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m such a terrible man. I’ll make it every five minutes next time I promise”, he hummed, moving a large hand to cup Peter’s cheek gently.

It all felt so strangely familiar. The feeling that washed over him. The yearning in Tony’s eyes. But unlike last time, there was no rushed heat, instead there was a gentle warmth. It was pleasant. Something Peter didn’t know he craved until now.

“You’re silly”, was the only coherent reply he could possibly utter, his tone so quiet and timid as Tony leaned closer. The man’s laugh resonated around the car, his thumb ever so gently brushing over his cheekbone as he connected their lips again.

Their kiss was slow and gentle. And only ended when they arrived back, and had to leave the car, drunk on passionate love. As they entered the elevator, it was Peter who wrapped his arms around Tony’s neck. He pushed up on his top toes, letting out a soft sigh as he connected their lips again. They both smiled into it. Neither really had to speak of what they both wanted tonight. Their body language and actions were enough.

Tony gently walked Peter back against the elevator wall, relishing in the sounds of their staggered breathing and mutual understanding. He licked into Peter’s mouth earning a pleased mewl from the other in return as they both gripped onto each other with feral urgency. Tony’s hands roamed Peter’s slim figure, encasing his hips and his behind in a strong, and yet gentle grip. Peter entangled his fingers in Tony’s hair, tugging on it slightly as he bucked his hips against the males.

Tony let out a breathless laugh. “Easy there bunny”, he purred against his mouth, teeth catching against the plump lips which whined softly.

“Tony, please”, he begged in a heavy whine. The ever famous elevator enclosing their shared songs of pleasure, as it crawled slowly up to the penthouse. The nickname seemed to do something dangerous for Peter, who was only becoming more eager as Tony grew more cautious. It was obvious by the way he pressed the bulge of his black jeans (they hadn’t had time to go out and get him a suit yet) against Tony’s hip.

“You’re being impatient”, he muttered, grasping at Peter’s waist to pull him closer. The boy shuddered in his arms, eyes squeezed shut as he began to rock against the semi-hardness that Tony sported. He rode the curve of it gently, letting out a soft moan in response at the final feeling of some type of friction. Tony smirked a little, nuzzling his mouth to Peter’s neck so that the boy could already feel the burn of stubble against his skin. He nipped at the milky white canvas under his lips, groaning at the taste of Peter’s cocoa butter moisturiser against his lips.

Tony’s cock twitched pleasantly against his hip, awakening a red hot desire in him.

“I want you Tony”, Peter whined out again, his hands falling to his shoulders as he gripped onto them, pulling at his suit blazer. Already his legs felt weak, and noticing his struggle, Tony pulled him further up his body, until he had his thighs hiked up on his waist. Peter opened his eyes to reveal a heated pool of caramel lust, silent begs on the tip of his lips as he breathed out shakily.

The seduction behind his words had Tony closing his eyes for a moment, his head clouded with heat and mist that he had to get under control before he tried anything. The elevator sounded as the door pulled open, at an agonising slowness.

“Anything for you baby”, he uttered against his jaw, mouthing at the slender curve before playfully nipping at his cheek.

Tony carried him to his bedroom, squeezing at the flint globes of his ass, as he smiled down at him affectionately. “I don’t know how we waited so long to do this”, he said truthfully, taking a moment to calm himself down. Peter hummed in agreement, but was much too focused on sinking his teeth into the side of Tony’s neck. It elicited an almost feral growl, that went straight to Peter’s cock; Tony swore he almost felt it jump against his stomach.

But as he laid Peter down on the bed, and pressed a delicate kiss to his nose, he physically hesitated. As if Peter sensed it, he opened his eyes and smiled reassuringly, already knowing what Tony was going to ask.

“Are you sure you want to do this. Like one hundred percent. I won’t be mad if you say no!”

Peter angled his head to press a kiss to Tony’s wrist, where either side his hands lay flat beside his head on the pillow. Tony’s body hovered above him, and using it to his advantage, he circled his arms around Tony’s waist and pulled him down in between his legs. “I promise you I do. And like we discussed before, if I need time, or I don’t like something, I’ll tell you to stop. I won’t do it just to please you. I remember Tony”, he stated, moving his lips to press a kiss to Tony’s forehead because he really was just one big baby that needed attention and care. Tony pursed his lips, but as Peter pushed his lower body up to press their stomachs together, he let out a soft groan.

“Please Tony”, Peter whispered, much softer this time. He was ready. “I need to feel you, want to feel you inside. Dragging deep inside me…”

It seemed the foul language did enough to ignite that spark in Tony again as he growled lowly and moved to rock against his lover with a lazy determination.

He slowly began the process of unclothing him, peppering slow kisses against Peter’s jaw. The little, meek whines that fell so prettily from those red lips, made it all so much more beautiful. Peter’s hands toyed with the buttons of Tony’s expensive brand of pants that Peter never cared enough to learn the name of whilst Tony’s began to undo that of Peter’s collared shirt. With every button, a new inch of chest was revealed, as Tony followed with hot, wet kisses. Peter was squirming eagerly as Tony encouraged him to lift his arms to slip the shirt off. “Fuck sweetheart”, Tony muttered. “I knew your body was perfect but god, I love it more when you’re all exposed like that.”

A blush covered Peter’s cheeks, as Tony watched delighted as it stretched down over his neck, ending just above his collar bone. His lips parted as if to say something, but he was cut off by his own loud cry as Tony’s lips enclosed around one of his nipples. He shook in a way that Tony didn’t even know was possible from so little stimulation, but was enjoying it all that much more knowing that. The cry was closely followed by a guttural moan as Tony licked and sucked at the hard nub, his hands dragging down his thighs in such a way that had Peter seeing sparks behind his eyes. His back arched off the bed but Tony welcomed it, before he finally let off with a soft ‘pop!’

“If that’s the way you react from me sucking on your nipple I can’t wait to see what you do from me sticking a finger in you.”

The defensive whine from Peter was music to his ears, but again, Tony ignored him, mouthing at his hip bone as he began to undo his pants. When he finally took them off, Peter lay in nothing but his underwear, as Tony crouched at his feet, mouth slack as he took in the view.

Peter rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face was unmissable. Tony actually liking how his body looked was always an insecurity. So seeing his reaction was enough to get his confidence boosted back.

“You know Tones, I’m no expert at this-“

“Oh we know”

Peter glared sharply, at his teasing interruption before taking a deep breath. “But…”, he continued, placing special emphasis on the ‘but’ “I think we’re both supposed to be naked?”, he asked in a mock questioning tone.

Tony chuckled, and shook his head. “I’m getting to that baby, you’re just too impatient for your own good”, he scolded. “At least let me get your underwear off first.”

But Peter’s determination was much too strong, sitting up and climbing on top of Tony so that he was straddling him. The older male grunted, looking him up and down with impressed shock. “No, I think it’s my turn”, Peter piped up, placing his hands flat on Tony’s chest to push him down.

Similar to the way Tony had, he began to undo his buttons on his shirt. It seemed he was less cautious of marking Tony, than Tony was of him. Probably because it was less suspicious for the supposed playboy to be covered in hickeys, whereas Peter would more than likely be awkwardly questioned. He bit into the crevice between his neck and shoulder blade, smirking at the grunt Tony produced. He pressed a single kiss to the mark after a moment, before sucking the skin into his mouth and leaving a dark bruise in its wake. When he pulled away, he hummed triumphantly at the swollen patch of skin, as he pulled off Tony’s shirt.

He licked at his lips as he looked over the male’s body. His fingertips danced along the groove of his abs, probably not as defined as they were a few years ago but if anything his body only attracted him to Tony more. Maybe he did like the dad bod, old man aesthetic. But now wasn’t a time for gay awakenings, instead he purred sweetly, pressing a kiss to his stomach, and trailing them down his glorious happy trail. As he got to the edge of his pants, he licked at his skin, before looking up at Tony. Once again, the male’s eyes were darkened with lust, mirroring Peter’s own. He didn’t break contact as he surpassed the button with a sinful grin. He ducked his head between his clothes thighs, nuzzling at the thick muscle there as he let out a content sigh. Before finally, he set his attention on where Tony’s ache lay. He could see the outline of his thick length in his pants, and with a sly gaze demanding attention from Tony’s own blissed out one, he pressed a kiss to where he could see the curve of the tip lay. Tony let out a heavy breath at that simple action alone. But it was almost a challenge to Peter. He hadn’t been so good with his mouth last time. So now he wanted to see just how loud he could get Tony to be. He mouthed at the bulge through his pants, lips suckling on the side of it until a light wet patch had formed.

“Ah, fuck Peter”, Tony mumbled, his head titling back exposing his bobbing Adam’s apple. Peter hummed coyly as he titled his head, sparks of excitement spreading over his body as Tony’s hips stuttered against his lips.

The apprehension of it all, became too much, as Peter eagerly moved to take off the male’s pants. When he was stripped down to his underwear, he licked at his lips, before curling his hands into it and pulling them off. He watched as Tony’s cock, red and aching, slapped against his stomach. Images of the last time he’d saw it filled his mind, but he quickly blinked them away.

‘I can do this’, he repeated, like a mantra, in his head. But as he leaned down to lick at the side, the smallest of whimpers escaped his throat and he pulled away.

Tony was sitting up in an instant, sliding down Peter’s side as he gently shushed. “It’s okay, you don’t have to sweetheart okay?”, he reassured, taking his face into his hands and gently pressing a kiss to his temple in an attempt to soothe him.

“But I want too”, came Peter’s meek reply. He didn’t seem sad, just frustrated. “If I can’t even suck it, how do you think I’m going to.. take it up there”, he huffed, chewing on his bottom lip in anguish, but Tony oniy laughed and shook his head. “With a lot of preparation and lube. But I’m already hard, so really, you don’t have too”, he promised. Peter looked up into his eyes, his jaw tight with unsaid emotion, but eventually he sighed.

“I think I can do it.. I just.. I just don’t want too now. I don’t want to mess up, and ruin the moment”, he admitted, and Tony smiled affectionately and pressed a kiss to his hairline.

“I’ll help you out one day. But for now, this is all about you.”

Now that he was much calmer and they’d established that there would be no blow jobs for tonight. Tony gently guided him to lay back down. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under Peter’s hips so that he was more comfortable, and pressed a kiss to his lips.

“You're stunning sweetheart, absolutely stunning. How did I get so lucky?”, he murmured.

Peter wasn’t sure if he was just trying to get him to calm down with compliments, or if this was him just saying it from the heart. But either way his heart fluttered like it always did, and he was pretty much at Tony’s entire hands right now.

He didn’t really reply, but Tony was already pulling down his boxers so he didn’t think he was expecting one anyway. He was suddenly reminded of the fact that Tony had actually never seen him with so little, let alone his genitals. And he found himself holding his breath. He was smaller than Tony, in terms of their size department, but that was to be expected. But he was considerably long, just lacked the girth that Tony had. But the look on Tony’s face as he threw Peter’s underwear to the monster under the bed, showed that Peter had nothing to worry about. Tony seemed.. in love, with the sight in front of him. Already Peter was flushed, and practically on the edge of leaking, and the way he was being looked at made him squirm. Tony realising, looked up and gave him a teasing wink.

“Couldn’t look away, sorry sweetheart. It’s just as perfect as the rest of you”, he hummed.

Peter whined, curling his head into his neck in an attempt to hide it, as Tony began to laugh at his shyness.

“Adorable”, he stated simply as he ducked his hands between Peter’s thighs to pull them apart gently. Tony bit down on his lip as he set his gaze on Peter’s hole. He hadn’t been with a virgin for a very long time, but he was sure even by just looking, Peter was going to be tight. It was pretty and pink, and so, so inviting. It was practically calling out to Tony and the man was excited. But still he looked up, wanting Peter’s reassurance that it was okay. Of course he received a nod in return, and a soft, although nervous smile.

Knowing it was going to take a lot more than just his spit, he reached into his nightstand pulling out a bottle of lube. “I’m gonna treat you so well baby, nothing to worry about”, he spoke, as he opened up the bottle. “You’re going to feel so good”, he promised, just little messages of affirmation to try and get Peter to relax a bit more. He knew he was nervous, he could tell by the scared look in his eyes, despite his confidence from before.

His small body was trembling by the time Tony’s index finger brushed against his hole. He gasped not only at the delightful sensation, but at how cold the lube was. Tony had coated his finger well, and was in the process of rubbing it gently against the small pink muscle, still muttering quiet compliments and reassurance that he’d be okay.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Tony’s finger breached the exterior and pushed in. Peter’s stomach muscles clenched, taking in a sharp breath as he lifted his hips in an immediate reaction, but Tony shushed him gently, his other hand softly rubbing his thigh to calm him down. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. You’ve got to relax for me my love, okay? You’ve got to relax for me, or I won’t be able to open you up”, he told him.

A comforting gaze settled on Peter’s, and in a moment, he let out the breath slowly. Tony felt him relax around his finger, and smiled. “There we go, you’re doing excellent sweetheart. Keep relaxed for me okay?”, Tony continued, as Peter nodded his head lightly. He took his lack of speech as a go ahead.

There was something about Tony’s voice that relaxed Peter. Reminded him that it was okay, and Tony wouldn’t let the pain last long.

As Tony pushed his finger deeper inside, small quiet whimpers escaped the boys parted lips, his eyes squeezed shut as he desperately clutched to the white sheets. He tried his hardest to regulate his breathing, focusing on Tony’s voice muttering words of praise. “It hurts”, he choked out.

“I know baby, I know, but it will be okay, Tony muttered, leaning forward to press a kiss to his stomach. “You trust me right?”, he asked after a moment.

Slowly Peter opened his eyes, and looked down at the body at his knees. He took a deep breath, before he nodded. “Of course”, he answered quietly, and Tony smiled.

“Well then I promise you, it will feel better soon.”

With that Peter nodded, breaking the eye contact as he laid his head back, trying to take away from the pulsating pain happening down below. “Okay, carry on”, he ordered in a breathy tone, gripping onto the sheets harder.

Tony shifted slightly, so he was above him, his hand between their bodies as he pressed his lips against Peter’s, in an attempt to distract him. Their kiss was gentle and soothing as Tony continued to push inside, his heart breaking at Peter’s broken whimpers, but even he was trying his best to ignore them, teeth scraping along Tony’s lips, desperate for some sort of grounding. When Tony bottomed out, he rested their foreheads together gently, once again cooing at how good of a job he’d done.

Eventually after a few times of Tony pulling out and then pushing back in, he reached a steady pace of pumping, and Peter’s whimpers turned into cracked groans. He opened his eyes in order to maintain the loving intimacy they both needed by keeping eye contact, and Tony realised quietly that the pain had turned to pleasure and Peter was enjoying it. He sped up a little, laughing as Peter buried his face in his neck when he thought he was getting too loud.

“I want to hear you baby, don’t hide from me”, he hummed, yet there was a sense of demand to it that had Peter’s mind turning to mush at the control. Glazed eyes tried to keep their focus as he pulled his head away in an almost drunk fashion to look Tony in the eyes. A second finger breached his hole, causing his eyes to widen at the sudden added pressure. But Tony pressed kisses all over his face as a means of distraction as he pushed in. Again Peter’s breath hitched, pushing up into Tony’s body as his lips parted in a silent whine that couldn’t quite escape. There was a moment of silence between them, before Tony pushed in all the way and Peter swallowed up the digits. As soon they rested inside, he let out a long moan, throwing his head back as Tony pressed gentle kisses to his neck.

“See baby, I told you”, he drawled against it, his own length resting against Peter’s thigh, and burning hot with an ache of jealousy for Tony’s fingers.

As he pumped at a slow and steady pace, Peter gnawed down on his lip in eager desperation, until he was rolling his hips against Tony’s wrist, trying to get him as deep as he could possibly go. Tony scissored him open with clear experience, as their lips found their way back to each other in a hot and heavy kiss. Both of their hearts thrummed in time with each other as they bounced off of each other’s energy needily.

A third finger and Peter was crying out. Tears gathered in his eyes, but it was the good kind. The desperate kind of tears that came from him just wanting it so bad. And he felt so full, so stretched out and ready. He’d never felt more like Tony’s than in this moment and he was living off of it.

Even Tony seemed strangely affected by this whole ordeal. He wasn’t the one with his ass stuffed but he was so strung up on the intimacy and Peter’s cries, he may as well had just burst a load with how weightless he felt. It was certainly the most passionate interaction they’d ever had and they weren’t even half way there yet. Peter was rocking against his fingers, cock rubbing against his stomach aa he uttered small little ‘oofs’ and ‘aahs’ which only became louder as Peter’s cries reached a peak when Tony curled his fingers to rub against his prostate.

Peter sobbed, burying his head in Tony’s neck again, but this time Tony didn’t tell him off. He’d never took himself as someone who would burst his load without having anything done to him, but he was sure if he maintained eye contact he would then and there against his thigh with just how fucked out Peter looked. He buried his head in Peter’s hair, panting into it as he breathed in the scent of his strawberry shampoo.

“Need you Tony, want you, want you now. Can’t take it anymore!”, Peter begged, voice high-pitched and whiny as it cracked against the electricity that had overwhelmed them. “Please, please, Tony please!”

He was hiccuping and choking over his words in a desperate attempt to just feel him.. get him inside. He was pleading with Tony at this point because he was sure if he didn’t get him soon, he may just combust. His knuckles had turned white with the way they twisted into the sheets. Tony briefly wondered if he may be able to rip them with that strength of his, and was almost tempered to take that as a challenge, but also didn’t want to completely overwhelm the boy.

So instead he cooed at him gently, ignoring the way his own voice strained, as he gently pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again. “You’re doing so good Peter, I’m so proud of you”, he whispered. “You gotta keep breathing for me though sweetheart, can’t have you passing out on me. Okay? There we go, you’re doing so well. Doing so well for me Peter.”

They didn’t need a condom. Of course, once again, being checked was all a part of the wanting it to be special thing for Peter. And he’d said he didn’t want to use a condom. So Tony had himself checked, and Peter for extra precaution and they were both clean. So he figured it wouldn’t hurt.

He reached for the lube, squirting a good lot into his hands as he began to coat himself. He was rock hard, and straining and Tony couldn’t remember a time where he’d ever wanted something, or someone so bad. He pumped himself roughly, ignoring the pain of his erection because it would be worth it soon.

The impatience in Peter’s eyes glowed, hands finally relaxing against the sheets as he looked up at Tony with the sweetest of smiles. “Hurry up old man”, he teased, his voice slightly hoarse, but it didn’t hinder his sudden confidence, causing Tony to raise a brow.

“I don’t think you’re the one that should be making jokes sweetheart”, he simply gruffed, with a shake of his head. Yet of course he was nothing but amused.

Peter giggled, biting down on his lip as Tony lined himself up at his entrance. For a moment the cockiness diminished and fear replaced it, but Tony was quick to soothe him. Gently he pulled his legs around his waist, Peter obediently crossing his feet as he swallowed nervously. Tony ducked down, their chests scarcely brushing against each other.

The gaze that met Peter’s was full of so much love. And it was pretty much all it took to have Peter’s arms circle around his neck. “I trust you”, he said softly, despite the fact that Tony hadn’t even gotten ask the question yet.

Tony nodded his head, pressing a sweet kiss to the lips below him, before he slowly began to push in.

All at once Peter’s body tensed under him, the boys finger pulling on the hair at the nape at his neck uttering a soft groan from the man. But it was ultimately drowned out by Peter’s heavy gasp. Tony shushed him gently, hot breath against his lips. “I’ve got you baby, you’re okay”, he muttered, his face scrunching at the immense pleasure that spread through him the moment he sunk into Peter’s warmth.

Of course Peter tried to fight the feeling, after all, it was a bit bigger than Tony’s fingers and he wasn’t used to such an intrusion. He clamped down causing Tony to let out a hollow breath. It seemed for a moment someone strangled all air out of him as he regained his senses after the electricity pulsed through him. “Ah.. shit baby, baby, you gotta relax. Relax for me okay?”

Peter whispered in response, but he seemed to get used to the feeling, and slowly felt the pressure loosen up. “Well done sweetheart, you’re doing so good”, he hummed, pressing slow kisses against his lips as he continued with his intrusion.

Peter seemed incapable of words. Everything was white hot. From the gentle pull of Tony’s lips to the way their skin washed over each other’s. His eyes were glazed, trying to find a balance to how good it felt, and the way it stretched and burned in pain. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to push Tony away or beg him to give him more.

As Tony bottomed out, he got his answer, crying out softly, as his eyes grew brighter, seemingly regaining his way again, after he’d allowed himself to get overwhelmed.

His breathing was staggered as he pulled harder on Tony’s hair (the man didn’t seem to be complaining) tightening the way his legs were hiked around his waist and pushing against his hip bones lightly.

“D-don’t stop… not now”, he begged, his Tony voice meek but the passion in his words powered through. He wasn’t ready to let up this feeling just yet.

Tony seemed to flush at the sight of the boy beneath him - having him reduced him to just that by simply pushing inside was a huge ego booster. Yet it was also one of the most beautiful sights Tony had the advantage of seeing.

Peter’s hair was slightly mused, his cheeks and nose pink, lips slick with spit, and slightly parted from his soft sounds of love-making.

The sight was better than porn. And Tony knew he’d forever have it ingrained in his mind, if he should ever need it.

He began to rock his hips at a steady pace, basking in Peter’s tiny moans as he lifted his hips off the bed to get more.

As Tony grew faster to accommodate for both their needs, they grew louder.

Peter let out a choked sob, throwing his head back as Tony slammed into him. His own cock lay aching, leaking copious amounts of pre-cum against the defintion of his v-line. His hands simply could not stay in one place, gripping at Tony’s shoulders, scratching at his chest; marking what was his.

As the heat between them grew too much, Tony straightened up, wanting to make Peter really feel it as they both chased their highs. The grip he had on Peter’s waist was lethal, definitely going to leave a red mark, but neither complained.

Considering Tony considered himself to have quite a bit of stamina in the sex department, Peter gave him such a feeling that he knew he wasn’t going to last. But by the little mewls of content from the younger beneath him, his face scrunched up in pleasure, it seemed Peter wouldn’t hold off long either.

“T-Tony”, Peter whispered, eyes opening up to look at him with a tired gaze, his chest rising and falling quickly.

It seemed like he didn’t need to explain himself as Tony stooped down to press a kiss to his lips. Still keeping a tight grip on his waist, he moved his free hand to wrap around Peter’s length, his hand moving in time with his hips.

Peter whines loudly at the feeling, hops lifting off the bed as Tony chuckled breathlessly. “Go oh baby, you can do it sweetheart”, he whispered softly, his own hips beginning to stutter as he grunted quietly, wanting to hold off to make sure Peter got to finish first.

Between Pete’s broken cry’s, long arms wrapped around Tony’s shoulders, pressing their noses together as they maintained sweet eye contact.

Peter went first. Tony angling his hips just enough to send shockwaves over Peter’s body. He cried out, body shaking, clenching down over Tony. The feeling triggered Tony’s own release - a deep groan following Peter’s soft breaths.

It was clear as Peter sunk his head back into the pillow, eyes rolled back as he panted, that he felt every last drop fill him up, squirming slightly at the feeling.

Taking a moment to regain his own breath, still moaning softly at the feeling of Peter’s hole fluttering around him, Tony laughed gently, pressing a light kiss to a very unresponsive Peter.

Slowly he pulled out, causing Peter to whine at the feeling lost. Tony hummed affectionately, rubbing his stomach, whispering soothing words against his ear.

By the time Peter actually came around to reality, Tony had grabbed a wet rag to clean up the last bits of his release that was slowly dribbling down Peter’s shaking legs. The man had some underwear on by now, and was peppering soft kisses against Peter’s stomach.

The younger one sighed out, slowly opening his eyes and squinting at the brightness of the light. He was completely over-sensitised so at least Tony knew he’d achieved something.

When he was done, Tony helped Peter into his underwear, and then a shirt, still whispering words of encouragement.

“You did so good Pete”

I’m so proud of you sweetheart”

Peter could only laugh weakly in response. Turning his cheek against the soft pillow case, rubbing against it lazily as he watched Tony set the rag aside and turn the lights off. He hummed, much happier now in the dark. But as Tony slipped into bed and wrapped his arms around Peter, he was so much happier.

“Thank you Tony”, Peter whispered softly, turning to face him and smiling lightly. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m happy you made me wait, because that was.. that was amazing”, he muttered, pressing a kiss to the man’s nose sweetly.

Tony smiled, wrapping his arms around him tighter and pulling him close. “I’m glad you finally saw what I was trying to say then”, he replied amused, laughing as Peter tucked his head against his neck with a yawn.

“Go to sleep my love, I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Peter nodded slightly, pressing a small kiss to his Adam’s apple. “Goodnight Tony”, he whispered gently.

“Sleep well sweetheart.”

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mordoriscalling · 4 years

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Stay or Sail Away (3/6)

Part 1 Part 2 (@geraskier-trashh @negativenuggetz)

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“How is it?” Jaskier asks, “at sea?”

Geralt looks at him thoughtfully for a long moment. The silence is broken only by Ciri’s chattering on the phone with Yennefer outside the door.

“Empty,” Geralt answers finally, “Sometimes there’re some moments when life erupts at the surface.“ The tiniest of smiles lights up Geralt’s face. “Like when a group of whales shows up. Or something else is happening, like storms. Those can be fucking terrifying. Other than that it’s... nothing. A vast blue desert. It scares the shit out of you at the beginning but you get used to it. Over time land can become too much. You miss the calm.”

“You love it,” Jaskier remarks, entranced by Geralt’s quiet passion. It’s fascinating how a man as taciturn as Geralt can reveal the depth of his feeling through the minute shifts in his expression – the slightest upturn of his lips, the barely-there crinkling at the corners of his eyes. Jaskier wants to study all the little changes in Geralt’s face, decipher what they mean. He hasn’t been this intrigued in a long time.

“Hmm,” Geralt replies in assent and smiles a touch wider than before, “I once saw... a single bolt of lightning hit the water in the distance.”

Jaskier gasps as the image of it appears in his mind: both the sky and the water illuminated by the sudden flash. A violent shiver runs down his spine and the hum of inspiration starts coursing through him. Words pop up in his head that describe the scene and the emotional impact of it. Jaskier instinctively reaches for his phone to write it down but then firmly files the words away for later. He has guests he should focus on now.

Geralt and Ciri arrived two hours ago. The absolute shock Jaskier experienced when he saw Geralt – how muscular he is and how bloody well he looks in a black leather jacket (and black everything) – should qualify for therapy. Jaskier almost fucking choked on his tongue. Thank goodness that Ciri was there, so he focused his attention on her. The girl looks a lot like her father but carries herself with confidence which Jaskier assumes she got from her mother. She’s perceptive, asks questions and talks back. Jaskier adores her at once.

So far, Jaskier ordered everyone their favourite food and they ate it. Ciri bombarded him with questions about his music, the two of them also discussed their favourite music bands and singers. Geralt spoke little, only threw in some dry comments here and there, which always made Ciri laugh, and didn’t seem to mind when his daughter talked about him too.

Turns out Geralt is a commander. As Ciri recited, he can command a frigate, destroyer, submarine, mine countermeasures squadron, fishery protection squadron, patrol boat squadron, aviation squadron or shore installation, or may serve on a staff. It’s so hot. (Even if Jaskier has no idea what half of those words mean. Still. A fucking submarine? Jaskier’s a goner).

He promised Ciri that he would sing for her after they finished the meal but Yennefer called before he could fetch his guitar. The girl rushed out of the living room to talk to her mum, leaving Jaskier alone to fall prey to Geralt’s enthrallingly calm and restrained presence.

Now as he looks at Geralt, he can’t help but wonder what hides beneath the facade of his collected demeanour. Geralt must have numerous stories to tell. Jaskier wants to know them all.

“So, when are you sailing off again?” he asks.

“I’m... retiring soon.”

“Why?” Jaskier blinks, baffled.

Geralt swallows hard. “I’ve served for the Navy for seventeen years. Ten in total at sea.” The corners of his lips turn downward, a pained frown on his face. “I... haven’t been present enough for Ciri. Not nearly enough.”

For a fraction of a moment, Jaskier can see it all in Geralt’s expression: the pain of losing so much precious time with his daughter and missing out on so many crucial moments of her life, the sheer guilt of not being there, the torment of still choosing to do what you love even though it hurts the ones you love, the self-hatred of such selfishness.

Then, Geralt’s face becomes a blank mask. He reaches for a glass of water on the coffee table silently and doesn’t spare Jaskier a glance.

“I’m sure she understands,” Jaskier tries to reassure but immediately realises it was a wrong thing to say. Geralt fixes him with a gaze so burning and deadly that it reminds him of the surface of the sun that he’s seen in photos and videos.

It’s clear now that Geralt doesn’t have to do much to keep his authority as a commander – a look like that is enough to cower anyone. Anyone but Jaskier, perhaps. The thing with Jaskier is that fear... doesn’t come to him sometimes. He knows it should be there but it isn’t. Must be the reason why he’s been described as “feral” by many.

“You don’t –” Geralt begins.

“Okay, all done!” Ciri announces cheerfully as she enters the room and sits next to her father, breaking the tension in the room. “Mum wanted to speak with you,” she tells Jaskier, “She wanted to give you a shovel talk but I convinced her not to.”

“She would... do that?” Jaskier asks, not believing his ears, “but Geralt and I aren’t even together!”

Ciri only giggles.

“That’s why I’m single,” Geralt grumbles.

Ciri giggles harder. “Mum just likes being scary,” she says, “but she’s actually very soft.”

Jaskier frowns at her in disbelief. Intimidating the guy your ex-husband agreed to fake-date yesterday and soft don’t go together.

“Don’t ever tell her you know that, though,” Geralt advises almost playfully, “she’d make you forget.”

“I... I’ll go get my guitar,” Jaskier answers.

After that, Jaskier is in his element. He plays and sings a few of his songs and some classics. Ciri joins him with her sweet voice, making everything even more joyful. All the while, Geralt’s sun-like eyes are on Jaskier, watching, assessing. Daring him to be just a little bit less subtle when he throws quick winks and wide smiles Geralt’s way so that it’d be blatant how Jaskier is actually flirting with him through singing. The almost-glowing gaze should be unnerving perhaps, but it only feels strangely familiar. Jaskier’s idiotic brain sees the opportunity to make it romantic and naturally seizes the chance, supplying the thoughts of how they could know each other from their past lives, or how their atoms could be birthed from the death of the same star, and other such poetic heart-ruining bullshit. Jaskier shoves them away eventually. He just wants the moment to last.

It doesn’t last, of course. Geralt and Ciri soon have to go.

Ciri leaves with the happiest grin, Jaskier’s autograph and a selfie with him, for which Geralt thanks him very nicely. Jaskier gets overtaken by the urge to have him stay and, when Geralt is walking out of the door after Ciri, he blurts out anything to stop him.

“Oh, Geralt!” he says, making Geralt turn back around and look at him expectantly. “Uh... Please don’t wear all black to the party. It’s not my father’s funeral.”

“Hmm.”

It’s a playful hmm and Jaskier later has to send a text that strictly forbids Geralt from wearing his suit. Jaskier has looked at the picture of him in the suit an embarrassing number of times in the past two days. He wouldn’t survive seeing that live.

TBC

Part 4

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A/N: the Internet says the earliest you can retire form the RN is at the age of 55 but well, Geralt deserves a break.

#myfic #geraskier #the Sailor and the Singer AU #the witcher fanfiction #modern au #fake dating #geralt x jaskier

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crqstalite · 3 years

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"Who did this to you?" + #7 please!!

more dragon age content from me? more likely than i thought.

i think i spoke on it previously in another ask, but reyna’s entire late game character is...kind of a terrible person? not super morally redeemable either. and not at all a fan of the templar order or meredith. like she has her reasons, but are they all justifiable? probably not.

f!handers. late act 3, dragon age II. not at all templar positive. mentions of injuries.

There were better ways to spend an evening. Like at home roughhousing with your mabari, or at the Hanged Man getting your coin stolen or stealing others coins. Waiting up for your mage partner was one of the less entertaining ones, but still viable. There was enough wine left in the cellar to make it more fun and knock her out sooner if anything.

That wasn’t the way she chose to spend the spring evening though. No, Reyna Hawke had better things to do. Morally better than getting wasted and mourning everything she’s lost? That was debatable. Her ankle probably shouldn’t have ever been twisted the way it was, no, decidedly no bone was supposed to click the way it was now. There’s a nice knot at the back of her head that’s throbbing like no tomorrow. A clean cut through her shoulder from a sword that was probably on a trajectory to end her then and there if she hadn’t moved in time. Three or four bruises down her spine from falling the wrong way, the wind still feels like it was knocked out of her.

She’s getting sloppy. Reyna hadn’t thought there’d be so many out and about tonight, Meredith’s grip was tightening on Kirkwall since she took power and she’d forgotten to stake out for long enough to make it look more like an accident rather than a pre-planned massacre.

Still, four of them soaked in their own blood this time. One on the way out to meet Andraste and his precious Maker. It was good hunting, just a night she’d need to reflect on in the next week or so.

Or whatever Aveline would have to say. Reflection was for those who had time and people. Not those who had a bone to pick with the current ruling class.

Her probably dislocated finger says otherwise.

Darktown is relatively empty this time of night, the occasional fire crackling along the wall as she continues on her way. No one who is out gives her a second look. These days when she dresses down, she can be mistaken for any other Kirkwaller. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark clothing. Without the straw yellow hair she’d been toting around for the last six years, she isn’t exactly a beacon anymore to people more than three meters away.

It helped that no one who may have seen her...theatrics, in the back alleys could identify her from their houses. It made her job a little easier.

The torch is still lit at the clinic. Good, that meant Anders was still here and that she wouldn’t have to ascend an absurd amount of stairs to get home.

The heavy door creaks when she pushes it open, alerting the blonde mage to her presence near immediately. Anders jolts from where he’d been sitting, grabbing for his staff, but relaxes once he realizes who it is. And then his brows furrow in concern not a moment later once he actually focuses on her.

The duality.

“Hawke-!”

“It does look bad, I’ll give you that.” Her voice is rougher than she’d expected, closing the door behind her and limping past him over to a chair. A hard landing leads her to groan, though she’s relieved by taking the weight off her ankle, “It...may or may not be as bad as it looks. You pick.”

Three billion thoughts are running through Anders’ head all at once after she says that, and it’s a feat she’d had yet to see. Cogs visibly turning in his head as he sputters trying to answer. She drops her cowl, rolling her jaw when his eyes widen to near dinner plates. Blue flickers on his face and she sighs, “Anders. I’m fine. Alive. Just a little banged up.”

“A little?” He asks, rushing over to her, “You’re bruised black and blue, and you want to say you’re a little banged up?”

She shrugs, then regretting the action as her shoulder clicks, “That is exactly what I’m saying, my dear Anders.”

“Your sarcasm will be the death of me, love.” He takes her head into his hands, tilting it up so that she’s looking directly at him. The real fear in his dark eyes hides nothing, and she wonders for a moment why while he tilts her head left to look at the largest bruise on her jaw. He’d been beside her for years in fight after fight, and he seems only now extremely concerned about mostly minor injuries?

This is probably the most worried she’s seen him since her duel with the Arishok. How odd. It makes her feel a little more loved.

“Who did this to you?” When he speaks again, his voice is quiet and dark. As if he’ll go out and fight them himself, which she doesn’t entirely doubt. That’d be something she’d love to see if she hadn’t already done it herself, and something that’d be great if it didn’t mean Justice was that much closer to snapping and taking control, “I will make them pay.”

Reyna puts a hand over his, raising an eyebrow. The notion is so sweet, yet it’s so misplaced, “That depends, do you want to light a dead body ablaze?”

He pauses, “What?”

“I’ve done it myself. Another bunch of Templars, a few too many this time, but I took care of it.” She smiles, “I got a little sloppy, let them get a few too many hits in. I felt bad they hadn’t been able to defend themselves before. Gave them an inch, they took a mile.”

Anders groans at her admission, and Reyna rolls her eyes. He’s frustrated, she can tell. Maybe because of the Templars, maybe because she’d gone out on her own. One of the two, she never really knew exactly what Anders was thinking at any given time, “Hawke, I thought we talked about this.”

“You’re right, we did. You’re doing what you do best here at the clinic, and I do what I do best when no one’s watching. That’s what I remember that conversation being about, Anders. That and you being insufferable.” She winces and bites down on her tongue, he’s already healing one of the bruises on her cheek. It’s that kind of warm that should be soothing, but is somehow also terribly annoying as her skin is pulled apart and stitched back together, “Think I ran into a few veterans this time. They had a few choice words for me, I had a few for them as well.”

“They’re going to notice the drop in patrols at some point. It isn’t as if this crusade of your’s is sustainable. What then?”

“It isn’t like I’m doing this every night. Just whenever I can get one or two away from the main patrol. At best, they think it’s bandits. As worst, they think it’s a boogeyman.” He starts undoing her top, and she shifts it off to allow him access to the gash down her arm, “It isn’t that bad. Meredith hasn’t even said anything about it yet. Those people are a copper a dozen.”

“The chance of you getting caught goes up by the day, Hawke.” He says quietly, cleaning the wound and placing his hand over it. It’s worse there, Reyna squeezes her eyes shut when it initially burns before giving way to mild throbbing. When she blinks back to looking at him, he wears a disapproving frown, “One of these days someone is going to make the connection. You’re one of the very few hightowners actively loathing the Templar order.”

“As if Elthina has not already seen your face?” She asks. He gives her a pointed look, one she mirrors, “There are more and more of them swarming the clinic during the daytime. Someone in the order knows you’re a mage, and I fear for the day they come and take you.”

“They will never take me.”

“Anders-”

“They will not. And that is final.” He states, his grip on her arm tightening ever so slightly, “They will not take me from you. I can handle them during the daytime, they do not suspect much. Current rumors are that I was sent by Andraste herself.”

“And during the night?” She asks, shifting her arm a bit to look at what he’s done so far. Reyna is still somewhat stunned every time she’s healed by him, the deep cuts leaving little more than just thin scars in their place where his magic touches her, “You don’t come home anymore, Anders.”

“There are nights where I can’t go back to the estate, there are people here who need me.” He answers, brushing his thumb over the scar once he’s done, “I wish I could. I would like nothing more than to.”

“Good for them.” She bites back, running a hand through her hair with her good arm when he pulls back, “I don’t feel safe leaving you here alone with them milling around like feral beasts. If I can’t prowl about the clinic, then I will do so on my own terms.”

“And if you die out there in those back alleys, I would never forgive myself for allowing you to do so, love.”

“You aren’t allowing me to do anything. I chose to because I feel slighted. I am not afraid of them, they are afraid of me. And they will stay that way if I have anything to say about it.”

Silence stretches between them. The unfortunate thing is that one is the unmovable object, the other an unstoppable force. He knows she’s right, thinning out their population only means they can’t be about as far as they usually are -- making it easier for Anders and others to go about their work easier.

She understands his concern, but she doesn’t understand what else she is supposed to do if not take matters into her own hands. She may not have a pretty staff or lightning at her fingertips, but her daggers were not for show.

Another press of his hand, this time against her shoulder. A quick breath before he shoves it back into place and she bites back a shout, “I only say this out of concern. This isn’t your fight, Hawke.”

“As long as you are by my side, it will always be my fight. And until you are no longer in danger of being taken from me, I will not quit.” She feels as if she is staring into his soul the way his eyes seem so open to her right then and there, “I mean it, Anders. Whatever you need from me, whatever you want from me, I am willing to make that sacrifice.”

Warmth spreads against her shoulder, “I fear you will not say the same thing when the time comes, love.”

“I am not a liar, Anders. They took my sister, they will not take you.”

He presses a kiss to her cheek, “I admire your resolve, Hawke, I have never met a woman like you before.”

“I am aware. I am quite unique.”

His chuckle is dry, and a bit sad, “You are. Whatever comes, let yourself know that I love you more than anything in this desolate world.”

That same declaration echoes in her head for the years that come afterwards.

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An Ill-Fitting Name: Snippet 10

NOTES:

Snippet 1; Snippets 2 & 3; Snippet 4; Snippet 5; Snippet 6; Snippet 7; Snippet 8; Snippet 9

Faoust belongs to @thebiggestnerd - she writes him, Isaiah and Detective Voros here are mine.

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Isaiah has thought about texting Faoust many times. But no, he said he’d leave him alone. And besides, what the hell would he say? Where do you even begin?

Faoust thinks about texting Isaiah sometimes too, but like Isaiah, has no clue what to say either.

Both of them, sometimes, thinking about the other, phone in hand, pulling up their messages, beginning to type something, anything—but stopping short. Nothing is quite right. Delete the words that will never suffice, put the phone back down.

Serendipity finally strikes—both Isaiah and Faoust have their texts open at the same time, starting to type and then deleting something only to see the other one’s “...” typing dots show up.

Both stop, pause, to see what the other was going to type. A stalemate, as now neither is typing, dots frozen on the screen.

Isaiah waits to see if Faoust was going to say something. But shit. He knows Faoust saw him typing. He should just leave him alone. He puts the phone down for a second. No. Maybe he should say something. He picks the phone back up. He chews on his lip for a second, thinking.

Well it’s not like Isaiah has much else to do, is there? He feels...strangely nervous. Hell. He starts to type.

Isaiah: “sorry. I know you saw me typing. I wasn’t trying to bother you. Just. Thought about you. Should’ve kept it to myself, I know”

Whatever he’d originally been typing, of course, is not exactly any of that.

Faoust doesn't know what the fuck to say. He doesn't want to admit he'd been thinking about him too.

Faoust: "Interesting. Thanks."

Isaiah lays back on his bed, phone in one hand, nervously opening and closing his knife with the other. What do you say? What do you say when no words can convey the enormity of your own idiocy? That you only recognize looking back and so thoroughly disconnected from who you’d been? What a disaster. He’s surprised to note that he’s...feeling things, isn’t he? That’s a little new. Not sure what to do with that.

Isaiah: “almost could’ve gotten away with it if you hadn’t seen me typing. Oh well. I’ll...go back to leaving you alone”

Faoust: "To be fair, you saw me too. I don't know what to say to you"

Isaiah: “I was gonna be polite and not call you out on that. But yeah.”

Isaiah: “I don’t know what to say either”

Isaiah: “feels like there’s something to be said, but I’m too stupid to figure it out”

Faoust: "I'm not stupid and I still don't know what to say. I guess emotionally we're stupid"

Isaiah: “could be. I’ve just been thinking a lot on everything. And ..wow”

Isaiah: “what a disaster”

Isaiah: “I was a piece of shit...but I sure did ruin a good thing”

Faoust: "Yeah.Yeah you did."

Isaiah: “sorry is pretty insufficient to cover it”

Faoust: "it's a start"

Isaiah: “I’m sorry. You were a friend and I didn’t know what to do with that”

Faoust: "apparently try to kill me? Fuck with my head?"

Faoust: "That's not entirely fair of me. I was going to kill you for fucking with my head. That's not exactly rational behavior"

Isaiah sits up on the bed. He has thought about this a lot, the rough shape of what he wants to say next. The words are never exact as he’s turned them in his mind, but he wants to try to tell them anyway.

Isaiah: “ok, do you want to know what Asmodai was thinking? About you, specifically? Would that help?”

Isaiah: “not to excuse anything of what I did, of course, but to understand maybe?”

Faoust: "O..kayyy?"

Asmodai would rather have died than admit any of this—but in a way, he did, didn’t he? Isaiah, on the other hand, feels almost eager to pry Asmodai’s thoughts and feelings open, to offer them up for Faoust to know.

Isaiah: “he loved spending time with you. He loved going and murdering the shit out of people together. He loved fucking with you more than any of the endless parade of hookup app fucks he summoned up. You had power over him—without you around, these things weren’t as enjoyable. And that fucked him up. He couldn’t deal with that. He wanted you to suffer, because he suffered enjoying things less off on his own. It’s all very fucked up. I don’t know what to say.”

Isaiah: “and now I just know the ghosts of all these feelings, and I don’t feel that shit. But. I was thinking about you. I don’t know”

Faoust: "well that's very frustrating, I'm sure you understand"

Isaiah: “yeah. Sorry”

Faoust: "and what about you? What do you feel?"

Isaiah licks his lips. This is what he was dancing around, hesitant to admit of himself.

Isaiah: “I don’t feel like killing you, or making you suffer for whatever fucked up reasons, or any of that bullshit. But. Even though I’m not him, and I don’t feel that shit......it’s weird.....I think I might miss you”

Faoust sighs and rubs his temples.

Faoust: "I think I might miss you too"

Isaiah is easily up to a dozen victims. All have been reported missing.

Detective Voros looks at a map with dots for every home address of a missing person for the past six months. Nope. She switches to a map with last known locations instead, but still, no pattern emerges. She pulls up a list of each missing person by name, and the last known contact for each missing person. Who last saw them (alive, she can’t help but add cynically). And for every missing person in nearly the past month, the last contact was an officer of some kind. From her own agency. She closes her laptop and stares out into the night.

What.

The.

Fuck.

The first thing Detective Voros checks on the next missing person report that comes in is whether the person had contact with the police that day. Sure enough, the police are not the last person this guy had contact with, but there’s a field contact for the missing young man as a witness in an assault perhaps an hour earlier.

She wishes she hadn’t noticed this. Noticing it means eventually she’ll be compelled to do something about it. What seems most likely is that she’s looking for a suspect in the department. And this many missing people is far too many for them to be kept alive. Not. Fucking. Good.

She clicks the pen in her hand. The pattern here really only started this month. Who would be so reckless? There’s maybe one or two missing persons reported that don’t fit—detritus, she can’t help thinking, the sort of people no one cares much when they go missing, druggie dropout types, but all the others. They fit. She’s briefly grateful for the high missing person rate of this town, because it means no one higher up has started pressing hard on this yet.

Detective Voros stops clicking her pen as realization of a potential lead dawns on her.

God, ugh. She’s so fucking stupid.

The victim who wouldn’t talk.

Who someone probably had tried to kill.

It couldn’t be coincidence, could it?

Maybe it could. Maybe it could.

In her patrol car, she groans in great annoyance. Even though she’s made detective, short staffing regularly keeps her on patrol. Luckily? Unluckily? Tonight is a patrol night. The weather is unusually warm, and the citizens are up to no good. Before she can put herself on a self initiated follow up, she’s dispatched to a call.

On the one hand, Isaiah has already killed someone today. On the other hand, the weather is perfect to go out looking for trouble. It would be almost criminal to stay in his motel room as nice as it is. He goes for a walk.

Faoust texts Isaiah finally.

Faoust: "As much as it seems like a bad idea, I'll give you another shot"

Isaiah immediately texts back, because he is so far past the bullshit of playing games and hell, he hasn’t talked to anyone in ages really. He says nothing to his victims, these days.

Isaiah: “I defer to your judgment. Whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go, etc. was just out for a walk”

They meet for coffee. They catch up, though there isn’t much to tell of Isaiah’s life besides his return to killing. It’s so different from the theatricality of Asmodai, the way he murders now. Faoust wonders whether it would even work, them killing together again, as he has his sort of ritual compared to the quick, clean efficiency that Isaiah has now adopted. But Isaiah assures him, as much as Faoust once waited around for the deranged things he did as Asmodai, he wouldn’t mind waiting around for Faoust.

That covers the murder friends part, but what about the friends with benefits aspect of what they’d had before? Faoust tactfully asks about whether Isaiah is interested in that as well.

“I have been thinking about this too,” Isaiah says, picking lightly at the paper sleeve on his coffee cup. “Sex is for the living, and I’ve only just begun coming around on accepting that’s what I am. Living, I mean. And that I have to figure out what I want to do with...This fucked up life I’ve inherited from myself.” He stops and sighs. “There are a lot of mistakes Asmodai made that I’d like to avoid repeating. But fucking you was not one of those mistakes.”

Isaiah having killed so many people in the same town in such a short timespan is too reckless for the two of them to do any more of it that night. But spending some time reacquainting themselves with one another violently on top of the motel sheets? A perfect way for Faoust and Isaiah to spend the evening.

They don’t limit themselves to the sheets. There’s also the floor, the wall, the cheap plywood of the dresser. There is something almost feral about the two of them together.

“Do be rough with me, will you?” Isaiah says when they first got back to the motel room, hooking his fingers into the waistband of Faoust’s pants, pulling their hips together. “Think I’d like that.”

Faoust doesn’t think at all. His body moves on muscle memory, the familiar feeling of Asmo—no, Isaiah, he corrects himself at one point—beneath his hands. The same, and yet not the same. The same lips, crushed to his own. The same deliciously thick, fluffy hair to pull on. Isaiah is not as loud as Asmodai was, but there is a deep, deep satisfaction in his moans.

Isaiah was right.

He very much likes this.

Detective Voros manages to weasel the regular patrol officers into being the ones to take people down to the Magistrate’s Office. She merely dispenses her wisdom to the combatants—“THERE’S A FUCKING PANDEMIC ON, STOP FIGHTING INSIDE THE GODDAMN WAFFLE HOUSE”—and finally puts herself en route to a motel just outside of town for a follow up.

She pulls up in the parking lot and sits in her car for a moment, filling out one of the little contact cards, as it is her—hope? Expectation?—that the door will not be answered when she goes to knock.

Detective Voros nods at the card, gets out of the patrol car, and walks up to the room, hoping he might still be staying in the same room as before, if only so she doesn’t have to apologize to a stranger. She could check with the front desk but ugh, sounds like work. She sighs, and hates that she ever had two brain cells run into each other to have this thought of a lead to pursue, and knocks on the door firmly twice

“Mr. James?”

Faoust, just barely dressed and getting ready to leave, looks bewildered at Isaiah. Isaiah’s eyebrow goes up as he quietly scrambles out of bed, pulling on his shirt and pants. He makes a face as he debates whether to answer the door.

Detective Voros tucks the card into the doorframe as she speaks. “It's your favorite local law enforcement representative. I was hoping to talk to you for some leads on who it was that put you in the hospital. Think it might be connected to some other cases we’ve got, and, well, you’re our only hope Obi-Wan. Or however the fuck that quote goes.”

Isaiah sighs, sets his shoulders, and slowly goes over to the door, opening it a few feet and peering out. “Hm?”

The card flutters to the ground, and Detective Voros, who’d already started walking away, spins on her heels.

“Mr. James! The magical vanishing devil himself.” She looks at his incredibly messy hair. “Hope I didn’t wake you. Forgot, do you go by Asmodai or Isaiah? Which do you prefer?”

Isaiah feigns a yawn. “I prefer someone who visits at a reasonable time.”

“Hey, I prefer when victims tell me shit they know right from the get go, but I guess neither of us got what we wanted here.”

Isaiah leans against the doorframe, holding the door with his arm as Faoust listens from behind the door. “Hm.”

“Ennnnntywaaay, I was hoping perhaps some quality healing time might’ve helped your memory vis-a-vis that assault, or shall I reckon it, probable attempted murder, that put you in the hospital? Anything at all you remember about the bastard or bastards that fucked you up?”

Isaiah shakes his head sadly. “‘Fraid not officer. Too much head trauma, that’s what the doctors seem to think. The whole night is simply a blank.”

This is far from true. Isaiah remembers with startling clarity every awful minute, every painful blow. It would be real fucking nice if he couldn’t remember, actually. He’s gotten used to the twinge of pain deep in his bones, and mostly accepts and ignores it.

“Well that’s a real fucking inconvenience, Mr. James. Because I don’t believe you, and I wasn’t kidding, you might be the only lead I’ve got in a much bigger case. I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you. But if you find yourself magically remembering something that might help—“ she snatches the card off the ground and hands it to him “—call me, would you?”

Isaiah takes the card, pretends to look at it, and tucks it in his pocket. “Of course officer. I do wish I could help.”

Detective Voros presses her lips together. “Do you. Do you really. Hm. Whatever.” She goes back to her patrol car and sits in the parking lot.

Isaiah shuts the door and takes the card back out of his pocket.

“Is she gonna be a problem?” Faoust asks.

Isaiah holds the card in one hand and brushes it against the fingers of the other thoughtfully. “Not sure. Maybe. She, well, rightly I suppose, thinks I know more about my assault than I’ve told them. And now seems to think it’s connected to something else? It was her radio I stole, by the way.”

“Looks like we might have found an officer to kill.”

Isaiah nods. “Might have to, yeah.”

“Or we could go a more direct route. She still out there?”

Isaiah peeks out the window. “There’s a patrol car in the parking lot, so I’ll say yeah.”

“This is either a great idea or a terrible one. At any rate, I'll see you later yeah?”

Isaiah quirks his eyebrow. “Yeah, I hope so.”

Faoust opens the door and heads directly over to the patrol car. He slams his hand on the roof of the car, leaning down to put himself at her level.

“Evening officer.”

Detective Voros, to her credit, doesn’t even flinch. “Oh it’s you, solid citizen. Fuck, what was your name? Not fuck. Hm.” She looks from him back toward Isaiah’s room, and back to Faoust. “Made up with your friend I see?”

“Never had an issue with him.”

“Of course. My mistake. I’ve been breaking up Waffle House brawls all night.”

“Ok here's the thing. Stop asking questions. We both can tell you don't want the answers. I will give you one free question, then you fuck off.”

“Unfortunately for every goddamn one of us, I’ve kind of been promoted to a position where asking questions is my damn job. But gee, your cooperation would be fantastic if you know something about the case I’m working on.”

“I'm telling you now. For your sake and mine. If it comes back to him?” Faoust jabs a thumb towards the motel room. “You don't want anything to do with it. You're a cop. You're good at not doing your job properly. Make it go away.

“But I'm a man of my word. You get one question I'll answer truthfully. Then you go away and don't come back.”

Detective Voros rubs the side of her head. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

After a pause, she rests her hands on her duty belt, and against better judgment speaks. “I think you know shit too. People have been going missing for a while. None of them ever get found. Your friend there is the first missing person in a year to be found. And now we’re back to more missing people again. A dozen at least in under a month. And I don’t think these are missing persons cases. I think this is one big goddamn string of homicide investigations that we’re too stupid to realize. What I haven’t decided is whether your friend is protecting someone else, or is he just scared of whoever’s doing this, I don’t fucking know. But I can’t just ignore shit this big, and I can hardly come up with one fucking question to ask you to make it worthwhile.”

Faoust shrugs. “Then you lose your chance at any knowledge. And when I say it's better for you to ignore this? I mean it.”

“How the fuck—wait no!! That’s not my question.” Detective Voros practically growls, eyes narrowed at Faoust, thinking. “....give me a second.”

“I got all night.”

Detective Voros didn’t make detective because she was smart, or good at interviewing people. She made detective because of dumb luck, because of shit she tried not to look too closely into, and perhaps very specifically because of these two assholes. Maybe somewhere in the world there is a smart detective who would know exactly what to ask to get exactly the answer she needs, even if she doesn’t know exactly what she needs. But Detective Voros doesn’t know a fucking thing about how to be a detective. She doesn’t know what to ask to help herself, to help this case, to help stop what she suspects is a lot of murder. She sighs.

“What is it that he knows but won’t tell me?”

Faoust tilts his head from side to side, thinking. “Mmm. Ah. I'm the one who beat the shit out of him.”

“You’re fucking joking! HAH! Wait, wait so my intuition was correct! HAH,” she laughs again triumphantly.

“Yeah, we had a big fight. He tried to kill me, I told him it wasn't going to happen with a baseball bat. Then I decided to let him live.”

Detective Voros looks at Faoust closely. “Be level with me, do I need to go check that he’s still alive in there now?”

Faoust laughs. “No, we made up. I just fucked him.”

Detective Voros nods, and gets the feeling he’s telling the truth. “Good. Didn’t feel like getting out of this car again.” She sighs and stares off, thinking to herself. “So ...the mysterious would-be murderer...probably—“ she spares a side glance at Faoust “—isn’t who I’m looking for as the culprit in my case.”

“Probably not.” Faoust pats the top of her car. “I meant what I said! For your own safety, leave it alone.” He stands up straight and starts walking towards home.

Detective Voros sighs such an aggravated sigh it can be clearly heard all the way across the parking lot. She drives back into town, and decides not to think on this more right now, and gets dispatched to another Waffle House brouhaha for her troubles as soon as she clears from her follow up.

Isaiah realizes, at some point, that Faoust is the first person he’s ever slept with who knows his actual name.

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Conton City Lockdown

Summary: Time patrollers have returned from missions carrying an unknown disease and infecting others denizens of Conton City with it, forcing Trunks and Supreme Kai of Time to shut down most operations and training around the City and drastically limit missions for a while until they can get everything under control. Everyone is instructed to stay inside their assigned domiciles until further notice. “Who knows what that could do to the timeline if Patrollers pass it on during a mission?!” Supreme Kai of Time urges Conton. The Conton City Hero has also been quarantined with her current Master, Goku much to both their dismay as there was still so much training left. What other shenanigans can the two saiyans get themselves into while being all cooped up.

Word Count: 2,164 (Chapter 2) AO3 Rating: Mature Warning: ( explicit language ) A/N: Did I yadda yadda some saiyan lore around a story line where anything can happen and be logically possible when time travelling and universe hopping exist on a regular basis? You bet your sweet monkey tail having arse. This one was a little shorter, but the Gitchie, gitchie, ya-ya returns next chapter.

Chapter 2

You're not too keen on traveling to the other world of your own free will just yet. It was barely a pleasant experience travelling to Hell to correct the hitch in the timeline before. Not to mention the Parallel Quests assigned to you to investigate. For a place so colorful and vast...it was Hell. No need to see more of it or anything like it for a while. Your Training Master making the suggestion to travel with him to King Kai's is immediately met with a hard pass. Yes, you had eventually brought out the tracksuit he left behind a while ago as a spare pair of clothing for him. And as predicted he recalled the dead Kai's humble planet. "No one goes there but me, anyways" He pointed out as a matter of fact, "There was no way a dead Kai was going to get sick". As quickly as he could put on the clothes after cleaning up from your passionate moments, he bid you farewell for now and was gone. Leaving you with just the phantom traces of his rough hands abusing your skin and sloppy kisses all over your face and neck. It had only been hours following the powerful experience and you couldn't believe how much you missed his presence already. It would go against your nature to have begged him to stay simply because you wanted to stay close to him a little longer. Maybe the time separated was needed to give you some time to think it over. Goku was your Trainer, after all. Not only yours, either. But he had always praised you as his star pupil. Never have you felt selfish of another person before and blamed it all on still being caught up in the heat of the moment.

As the time passed on and the new day surely came to its expected end, right as you were ready to accept that you were going to be here alone for a while, Goku's energy instantly fills the space and he reappears in front of you. His skin sweaty and tracksuit filthy from his work out, but with that delighted smile of his. Your heart fluttered, not expecting him to return so soon. In his hand was a bundle of boxed food made by the North Kai. What you assumed was some portion of food he saved for himself for later was brought specifically for you. Without warning, you climbed the larger Saiyan with a single leap when he said it, crashing your mouth onto his and practically mounted him right then, his sore muscles and all. Nothing sharing the lunch he brought afterwards didn't fix.

The few days following Goku's awakening into this "new hobby" has been a very informative bonding experience for the two of you. And now you were sure he was trying to kill you with it. Of course, you bring it on yourself having to be the initiator, the latter still not quite able to pick up on your cues or innuendos to jump start a good time. You'd make it clear to him in your frustration after you toss playing coy out the window and spell it out to him. That aggressive tone you embody that would put off anyone else yet it only seemed to make the Saiyan feel embarrassed for his short-comings in the whole thing, but thrilled for the shared pleasure. Goku's gentleness in his approach to it sometimes leaves you somewhat unsatisfied, not that he never made up for in the long run, and boy does he, but he was never just right when you needed him to be.

Granted, your wild fantasy stems from the raunchy mangas you have filled your spare time with, you know the Earthly Saiyan has it in him. He just missuses it. When you want him to challenge your forwardness and press his hard, trained body against yours, squeeze your smaller frame to fit to his and stare you down with his feral eyes, he's tenderly rubbing into the curves of your back and tail, and placing these little warm kisses into your face and neck. But when you want to take it slower after being driven into at different angles and your body aches from the constant stimulation, he does not relent nor does your burning saiyan blood and sex-drunk mind carry the sense to yield even when the azure color fills his eyes and the golden hue vibrates across the outline of his body threatening to revitalize him for another go. You just wanted to see that savage vigor from beginning to end, and then the gentleness can follow.

It was the closest thing the two of you had to training together these days, a challenge of endurance and control. Still, not a day went by you weren't longing for Supreme Kai of Time or the Elder Kai to summon you back to the Time Nest for another special mission. With all the going on of the disease and that creep Fu on the loose as well, work was going to be non-stop to catch up when it was finally okay to head out again and you were looking forward to scratching that fighting itch once more. The worry settling in your bones and the daily complaint of your "cell mate" begging for the same release were beginning to make you stir-crazy. You had to distract him for your sake and his. One more 'It's already been "so-and-so" days, when's it gonna be over?' and you were going to put him through a wall.

Being saiyans on opposite ends of the spectrum did well to draw attention away from the quarantine, as well. You found yourself more intrigued with this version's history that lead him to the man he is today. You know the basics, all the scouted Time Patrollers do, but this variant of the Z Warrior lead a life not too similar with the story and still comes out more powerful than ever. You pressed him for answers, idle chat through the "parrying" game you came up with to keep your focus sharp. Goku sits in front of you with both his hands held up as you try to punch your fists pass them. There was no concern you would land anything. The way he misdirects your fists with hardly a flinch in his posture was pure instinct. As you sat across from him, fists up as you try to think 3 steps ahead and contemplate which one to throw at him, you finally asked.

"What's it like? Living with Earthlings? " Hoping your sudden question would give you the opening you need, throwing a right hook only to be swatted to his right. You recoil back into your stance, continuing. "I didn't grow up on Planet Vegeta either, but I was still raised around other saiyans."

"Really? I thought all of you were coming from another Planet Vegeta in the time-space holes you guys are always working on. I'd love to see what kind of strong warriors you got there, especially if they're as strong as you!" Another success block as you come at him from the right again. "As for Earth, it's pretty amazing! We don't have many saiyans, but we got a pretty strong batch of fighters. If not for guys like Piccolo, Raditz or Vegeta, we would never know how much stronger we could become. But when we're not fighting to get stronger and everything's at peace, it can be pretty beautiful. A little too quiet for me, but I wouldn't want to have it any other way so long as I can always get a good fight in every once in a while. Not to mention all the awesome food!"

Agreed, Earth definitely had some of the best food you ever had in your whole life and was grateful for its abundance here in Conton City. There was so much flavor, and the different consistencies all coming together to make something you couldn't hardly put it into words. It made your mouth water just thinking about it. "What about you, (y/n)?" The Saiyan asks.

"In my timeline, I grew up on Planet Stock. A sub colony of Saiyans our King Vegeta colonized in secret from King Cold as a gift to the Young Prince who would one day rise as a formidable foe to that tyrant Cold and his heirs. Then he would rule over Stock as his own kingdom while Planet Vegeta acted as our hub world. Or... at least that was the plan. One day our planet suddenly stopped getting responses from Planet Vegeta, not even the best scouters could detect it anywhere. Like it disappeared. It was only after I became a Time Patroller I found out Frieza destroyed it." Your fists visibly clench tighter as you opt for a left punch this time. Rather than parrying it this time, Goku catches it in his hand.

"Frieza always prides himself on that. I'm sorry." Your Master offers looking down at you with a softer gaze. You look up from your focal point to see his stare and look away.

"It doesn't matter. Knowing what I know now, even if Planet Vegeta and Stock had hundreds and hundreds of our best warriors there to defend against Frieza's attack, we would be worse for it. I've seen it.. " You withdraw your fist from his hold and roll your shoulders. "And Lord Beerus will destroy us all for it." You lower your stance and release your tensed hands. It's not easy to think that letting one monster destroy the home world of your people was better than the God of Destruction wiping out both worlds. Besides, the scroll of time deemed it the most accurate that Frieza gets to do it. You're still pushing against the Elder Kai and Supreme Kai of Time to use the Dragon Balls to restore Planet Vegeta.

"It's never easy to make decisions like that. There's not a moment I don't think back on the times when I was at my limit and felt like I was gambling with the lives of my friends and the people of earth in order to win a fight. But I always find a way to push through and save everyone. I even thought letting Cell blow me up would spare everyone. " He laughs, but it sounded a little more morose than his usual joy, making you turn your gaze back towards him. "I was foolish, when I had fought Cell we were evenly matched until I used my Kaioken attack and managed to knock Android 18 of him. I gave him a chance to give up and leave the planet and instead I put everyone else in danger.. I even thought if I stayed in the Other World, Earth would be a better place. We still had Piccolo to keep an eye on everything, and Vegeta too. Oh, and Trunks, too! He was going to grow up someday and be a strong warrior just like his father. Everyone else could live the life they wanted."

Goku extends his large hand and cups your small cheek into its curve, you leaning into the warm touch, "Your heart's in the right place. I see why everyone puts so much faith in you to do your best." His smile grows and your cheeks glisten with a pink hue. You avert your eyes as your insides flutter up again to avoid his knowing eyes.

"--W-Whatever, don't go getting all sentimental on me." You shrug trying to fight off your own smile. You raise your fist and give him a playfully nudge on his chin. "See, you're leaving yourself wide open. Keep this up and I'll surpass you in no time." Goku's bright laughter comes full force and he takes your first in his hand again.

"So long as you keep training, I'm sure you will." He brushes your fist pass his lips and delicately places a kiss to your battle-hardened knuckles. "I'll be sure to get stronger, too."

That sounded romantic coming from him, the blush on your face spreading but you keep trying to play it off. A little soft touch...actually does a lot to you. Your chest and your belly are bouncing such a warmth back and forth but it's different from wanting him to pin you down with all his strength and bury himself to the hilt inside you. Just his hand on your cheek and wrapped around your fingers as his lips caressed them was so...fulfilling. Even his laugh, once this goofy sound to your ears was now a blissful tone to your very soul. The Savior of Earth, this immortalized hero across the timelines made you feel like you were blooming. The sensation was only shaken by the sudden growl of his stomach, prompting him to laugh nervously "Whoops, guess I'm hungry again."

You laugh too and shake your head. "Fine, but dishes are on you this time."

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Gnome Sweet Gnome

“No.”

“No!?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Ohohoho, really . This is ridiculous, but the fact that you have been turned into a younger version of yourself again isn’t?”

“ Stiles , I’m a werewolf. I have a higher body temperature, therefore I don’t exactly need to be ‘bundled’ up.”

“Nice of you to completely ignore the fact that you’ve managed to get yourself into this kind of predicament again . And besides, I’m not about to go around town and have the good people of Beacon Hills thinking that I’m some kind of a child abuser .”

Derek frowns, but begrudgingly relents to Stiles’ fretting.

As Stiles tightens his childhood snowflake scarf around the grumpy boy, he reflects upon how exactly he ended up in this situation.

An hour earlier...

“It’s going to be fine . Derek is staying behind with you--”

“ With me, Scott?” Stiles scoffs incredulously, as he flops onto his bed, paying little attention to the freshly printed research notes being crushed beneath his weight. “We both know that he’s going to be skulking around town, scaring the crap outta anyone that gives him a passing glance because he has no control over his glares.”

“Dude, you’re nuts. I’ve seen Derek be all not glare-y plenty of times, especially with you. Besides, he wanted to stay behind.”

Stiles rolls his eyes at those words, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know. Just take care of that feral wendigo as soon as you can, I’m still not over our Die Hard movie marathon being so rudely interrupted.”

Scott chuckles good naturedly, but the audio of the phone call turns patchy, breaking the warm laughter into staticy pieces.

“Hey, buddy, I think you guys are going through shitty service area.” Stiles raises his voice in an attempt to get his parting message through, “Stay safe, kick some feral wendigo ass, I’ll be-- we’ll be totally fine.”

A broken thank you and half of what Stiles assumes was going to be a loving and brotherly parting message is the last thing he hears when the line goes dead. He stares at his now silent phone, pouting childishly at the fact that him and Derek were the line of defense for Beacon Hills while Scott and the rest of his pack went off to go deal with a feral wendigo that tore its way through the neighboring town.

It drew dangerously close to Beacon Hills, but inevitably didn’t tread onto Scott’s territory. Unfortunately, the feral wendigo showed no signs in slowing its killing spree. And Scott, being the overly generous true Alpha he was, insisted upon hunting down the wendigo before any others were unnecessarily killed.

Fortunately, things in Beacon Hills were actually rather calm for once. As this thought flits across Stiles’ mind, he reaches his arm out to knock on the side of his wooden bedframe three times. He never expected to be of the superstitious type, but when you deal with the supernatural on a daily basis, it’s only natural for certain superstitions to follow.

Anyways, things in Beacon Hills are rather calm for once. College is out for Winter break, meaning that Scott and him have been participating in much needed gaming, binging, and general bro time. Albeit being back in Beacon Hills doesn’t permit much time to enjoy such things, as in between the gaming and the binging just this past week they’ve had to deal with a whole ensemble of supernatural creatures.

A bunyip with a rather terrible sense of direction, skeevy gnomes, and apparently dryads (which, honestly, Stiles shouldn’t have been all that surprised by their existence). Just to name a few.

“Who knows, maybe Derek will sniff out some havoc-wreaking, supernatural creature during his patrol.” Stiles mumbles to himself. “Just a small thing to help the time pass faster…”

The doorbell rings and Stiles sits up with a start. He looks at the time on his phone with a frown, it reads 3:24 pm. His dad is still at work, Derek is still on patrol (even if he was done or found something he would have helped himself to the graciously unlocked and slightly cracked open window and just invited himself in as usual), and Scott along with the rest of the pack were on the trail of the north-bound wendigo.

Carefully and cautiously, with years of supernaturally honed wariness, Stiles carefully peers out his window to take a surreptitious glance at whoever was on the doorstep… a kid? Before Stiles can even process what he’s looking at, the kid looks up directly at Stiles and locks eyes. Stiles stumbles backwards from the window in shock and trips over his gnome research notes that were neatly stacked on the floor.

“What the shit ?” Stiles hisses under his breath as his mind tries to make sense of the kid at the house’s doorstep. A ghoul? No, no, that doesn’t make sense, a ghoul wouldn’t politely knock. Scared child of a mysterious origin? That’s the most likely… those clothes are obnoxiously huge for such a small kid…

A young but irritated voice travels up through the cracked window, “Just open the damn door, Stiles.”

“Can’t you just use your werewolf powers to break the door dow-oh my God !?” Stiles rushes back over to the window and pulls it all the way open, he leans out and looks at the kid with disbelief, “No. Fucking. Way .”

Sure enough, standing on the front doorstep of Stiles’ home was a very displeased, ruffled, and tiny Derek Hale. There was something off-putting about seeing a young (what was he, seven!? ) child standing with crossed arms and a glare that would make anyone's skin crawl if not for the fact that the person delivering the glare was a child .

“ Yes way. Now, let me in . Unless you want your door to be accidentally turned into toothpicks.” The threats coming from such an adorable baby face, somehow made them seem simultaneously more and less intimidating.

Stiles splutters and quickly makes his way downstairs. He pulls open the front door after taking a couple steadying breaths to reveal some three odd feet of pure irritation.

“Wh-What even happened ?” Stiles quickly steps away from the doorway as the enraged child pushes his way into the Stilinski abode. “Wait a sec, are you even Derek? The Derek I know would have Nightcrawler-ed his way up into my room without a second thought… Oh crap, I’m going to die now, aren’t I?”

The child gives Stiles an unimpressed and a well-practiced glare. That alone makes the anxious feeling that was starting to creep up his spine back off quickly.

“Last time I checked, Nightcrawler teleports and werewolves do no such thing.” Derek frowns up at Stiles’ dumbstruck, and now relieved face.

“Oh thank god, you are Derek…” Stiles splutters once more as he attempts to make sense of the scene before him, “W-th-w-how…? I reiterate, what happened?”

Derek turns with a growl and starts to head up the stairs, comically stumbling on the clothes that are Derek’s size, roughly 20 years too soon. Stiles closes his eyes and shakes his head in an effort to see if this was just some sort of elaborate hallucination. But young Derek is still there when he reopens his eyes. So he closes the front door and moves to follow Derek up the stairs.

“Uh...Der…?” Stiles speaks hesitantly, keeping his distance from the angry child.

“What do you think happened, Stiles?” Derek snaps as he reaches the second landing.

“I literally have no idea, hence the question. I thought you were mellowing out in your old age, guess I was wrong.” Stiles leans against the banister, “Though to be fair, you being a child might be a contributing factor to your classic Derek Hale grumpiness™. But no matter what age you are, you have a knack for being the most frustrating person I’ve ever had to deal with.”

Stiles chuckles to himself and looks up at Derek, awaiting an equally scathing remark, only to find Derek’s wide, hazel eyes focused on the ground, his small lower lip quivering just the slightest bit. Stiles is taken aback by this amount of sincerity upon Derek’s face, it’s so uncharacteristic but he can’t help but feel absolutely awful about his jabs.

“Uh…” Stiles struggles to find the words, which is par for the course when dealing with Derek in regards to anything other than snark and sarcasm.

“You’re right,” Derek’s voice is soft and so young sounding, Stiles stills at this, “I shouldn’t have expected you to just automatically know what went wrong.”

“Derek I…” But whatever moment of sincerity that managed to exist between the two of them was quickly forgotten as Derek finally returned Stiles’ earlier snark with a comment of his own.

“But I assumed that as our resident researcher and navigator of the bestiary, that you would have a grasp on exactly what could have caused this without me having to hold your hand through everything.” Derek turns and walks to Stiles’ room, calling over his shoulder, “I guess you’re growing senile in your old age.”

“H-hey! You’re older than me!” Stiles follows.

“Not right now, I’m not. As you have made sure to point out.” Derek frowns at the papers strewn about the room, “How the hell do you find anything in this mess?”

“I’ve told you before, I have a system of organized chaos, step off.”

“Right…” Derek responds dubiously. With a roll of his eyes, he goes over to Stiles’ wardrobe and starts rifling through the contents.

“Why yes, Derek. Please, help yourself to my clothes.” Stiles sorts through his recent research notes, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You know, I realize that I may not be as buff as you when you’re all regular Derek sized, but I think my clothes will still be too big for you. Unless you decide to wear a pair of my boxers as shorts…”

He hears Derek grunt in affirmative as he grabs the gnome notes that he so unceremoniously kicked out of the carefully organized pile on his floor. As he shuffles the pages together, he flips through them gently. There’s pages on gnome diets, their underground culture, how to visit them, how to appease them, et cetera.

“So I’m going to have to admit my ignorance here. Other than that thing that you know who was trying to accomplish, I have no idea why or how this is happening…” Stiles turns to look at Derek, who is now wearing a pair of Stiles’ egg printed boxers and an incredibly loose, threadbare tank top that he didn’t even realize he still had. “You’re gonna have to give me something to work with… so I can… crack this case.”

Derek blinks, no appreciation for Stiles’ joke making abilities.

“Forget you, that was hilarious. Throw me a bone.” He stops with faux consideration, “I guess I should be the one throwing you a bone though.”

At the lack of a reaction, Stiles withers and pouts, slumping against his windowsill.

“Are you done?”

Stiles nods silently.

“Okay, so I was on patrol, as we agreed.”

“Mm-hm?”

“And while I was on patrol, I…” Derek hesitates before continuing carefully. “Noticed something strange, and next thing I know, I’m suddenly in the body of my six year old self again.”

Stiles stares at Derek as he says this, his body language is strangely guarded and Stiles frowns. “I personally think you look closer to seven or eight, but that’s beside the point. Derek, that is possibly the least helpful thing you could have told me. Could you give me a place, smell, or description to work with? Literally anything helpful at all?”

“City park. Near the library.” Derek grits out the words as if the confession of that helpful information was physically painful.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” Stiles stands and moves to his whiteboard, he spins it around to reveal a map of Beacon Hills. “Okay…” He pores over the map and sees that a sealed entrance to the old subway is located near the back of the library.

“Was this near the Eastern or Western part of the park?”

“Uh… east.”

“Hm…” Sure enough, the underground entrance meets up with about where Derek reticently described. He starts to mentally list the various supernatural creatures that like to make their home in the underground area. “So… why didn’t you just help yourself into my room as you usually do? You never answered.” Stiles says conversationally.

“I...I couldn’t.”

“What was that?”

“I said, I couldn’t.”

Stiles turns away from the board to gawk at Derek. “What do you mean, you couldn’t ? Derek, do you not have your werewolfiness right now?”

“No. I mean I don’t not have it. But I don’t have the fine-tuned control that my adult body does.” Derek looks down at his small palms, “If I try to use my werewolf abilities in anyway, I have no way of gauging the strength behind my actions right now.”

“Exactly how strong can a werewolf child be?” Stiles laughs weakly.

“Let me put it this way. I tried to run here on my hands and feet, because that’s usually faster for me. Rather than running, I accidentally destroyed part of the asphalt on the ground.” Derek slumps onto the ground, “I can’t control it right now.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Stiles turns back to the board and writes down a list of the underground dwelling creatures. “Did you catch a whiff of any of these before this happened to you?”

“I...might have noticed a gnome.”

“Oh man, really? I don’t want to have to deal with them again so soon.” Stiles goes over to his freshly organized pile of gnome notes, he flips through them to the sections on how to visit and appease them. “Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid to piss them off?”

“Your confidence in me is astounding.”

“You haven’t given me much to work with, can you blame me?”

Derek levels him with a classic glare and stare. “I didn’t do anything to piss them off.”

“You sure you didn’t accidentally kick a gnome puppy or something? Destroy any gnome gardens?” Stiles grins, “Did you kill Gnomeo and Juliet?”

“Alright, clearly you’re not going to help. I’ll wait until everyone else is back.” Derek moves to leave the room.

“Wait wait wait, sorry. This is just… ridiculous.” Stiles flips through his notes to the visitation pages. There are illustrations of jewel toned beetles amongst the steps of how to enter a gnome’s underground city. “Hm? You know I was initially joking about stepping on gnome stuff but…” Stiles takes a closer look at the descriptions under the beetles. “Do you remember maybe accidentally stepping on this ?”

He turns the book towards Derek and points at the emerald beetle illustration. Beneath it reads the words “ used to shrink non-gnome creatures into a size that allows visitation into a gnome city, typically used for land negotiations and trading ”.

Derek’s eyes widen in recognition, but he quickly shrugs, floundering slightly, “M-maybe, I’m not sure.”

“ Dude , you should have said something sooner, Jesus.”

“Don’t call me dude.” Derek huffs and averts his gaze. But there’s gotta be something more to this.

Stiles rolls his eyes, “Whatever, c’mon we need to get you back to the gnome-man lands, they have these ruby beetles to reverse the effect of the emerald beetles.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I’m not having you leave the house dressed in my boxers and a tank top that looks like it’s going to fall apart any second.”

“Stiles, it doesn’t matter.”

“What, are you gonna just walk there, while holding a bag of your adult clothing? Hoping that not a single concerned citizen stops you along the way?”

“I can use the woods.” Derek speaks with finality.

“Well the entrance to Gnome Town is in the basement of the library, which you will have to walk through to reach.” Stiles crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow defiantly, “You wanna try that again?”

“I can break into the library.”

“It’s freezing outside, and there will be plenty of patrons in the library today.” Stiles moves to his closet, “Try again, buddy.”

Derek’s cheeks redden with indignation, “And what are you exactly trying to suggest?”

With a grin, Stiles pulls down a cardboard box from the top shelf of his closet. He opens it to reveal child-sized clothing. He tosses a random graphic tee at Derek’s dumbfounded face and rummages deeper into the box. He plucks his matching snowflake patterned hat and scarf from the side of the box and digs some more. He withdraws some blue striped sweats aaand… from the depths of the box he unearths a bright red and tree-patterned winter sweater.

He holds all the items aloft with a huge grin splitting his face.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope! Bundle up sourwolf! Don’t worry, I’ll turn away.”

Stiles lays the clothes on the bed and turns around with a smirk. He hears Derek mumbling curses under his breath, but he also hears the shifting of fabric. Stiles’ eyes rove his closet and he frowns thoughtfully. He doesn’t have any kid shoes that his father deemed important enough to keep for future use. He then recalls a pair of yellow rain boots that sat long forgotten in the garage.

Derek grits out an “I’m done” and Stiles turns around to see little Derek bundled up in his old clothing. And if he were to be asked candidly, Stiles would have said that Derek looked absolutely adorable. Thankfully no one was there to question him.

“Hey, what about the hat and scarf?”

“What about shoes ?”

“Thank you for reminding me! C’mon.” Stiles grabs the hat and scarf from his bed. He also grabs the adult Derek clothes that were carefully folded on the edge of his bed and flies down the stairs.

Derek follows and forces out a small, “Thank you. I can actually walk without tripping over myself now.”

“Aww, you’re welcome. Glad to be of service.” Stiles puts the clothes on the kitchen table and opens the door leading into the garage. Sure enough, the pair of yellow rain boots are still there under the rake and years of debris. He shakes various bug carcasses out of the boots and presents them to Derek with a flourish.

“Your shoes, my liege.”

“Shut up.” But Derek takes the shoes and pulls them on. “ Now can we go?”

“Tsk tsk, you gotta put the hat and scarf on.”

“No.”

“No!?”

“This is absolutely ridiculous.”

“Ohohoho, really . This is ridiculous, but the fact that you have been turned into a younger version of yourself again isn’t?”

“ Stiles , I’m a werewolf. I have a higher body temperature, therefore I don’t exactly need to be ‘bundled’ up.”

Stiles pulls on the hat and holds the scarf out to Derek. He relents and lets Stiles wind the scarf around his neck, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“There we go, that wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Whatever, can we go sometime today?”

“Yeah yeah, lemme grab my keys and wallet.” Stiles grabs those as well as a plastic bag for Derek’s clothes.

The drive across town to the library is awkward.

Stiles knows that Derek is still omitting something about his encounter earlier, and he’s pretty sure that Derek knows that he knows. He frets at a few stoplights, trying to find the right words to figure out why Derek was being so cagey about this whole encounter.

Stiles thought that they were past this pettiness, they’ve worked together for many years at this point, and he even tentatively considered them to be friends. But this evasiveness and unwillingness to be open about things was just like the early days of their… well, it wasn’t even an acquaintanceship, they barely tolerated each other.

“I can hear you thinking.”

“Well I wasn’t aware that this beetle granted you mind reading powers, unless you had mind reading powers as a kid and lost that ability with age.”

“No, I mean…” Derek sighs and looks out the side window. He twists his fingers into the fabric of the sweater. “I know that I’ve been weirdly unspecific about this whole thing.”

“Ha! Yeah, you think?” Stiles scoffs.

“It’s because I wanted to make sure that you weren’t affected.”

“Affected? By a beetle that you accidentally stepped on on the other side of town?” Stiles snorts, “Derek, c’mon. I thought we were past this.”

“We are , it’s just... I didn’t step on the beetle on accident.” He trails off into whisper at the end of the sentence, but Stiles heard clear enough.

“What do you mean it wasn’t on accident?” Stiles blinks, trying to make sense of the new information, “Your super sniffer should have told you that that beetle was magical, right? You should’ve known that stepping on some random magical being would have had some sort of consequence!”

“I knew that it was something.” Derek slumps in his seat and grumbles.

“ Something ? Derek, just tell me, stop this omission bullshit.” Stiles says with irritation.

“It smelled like one of the nogitsune’s flies to me. Which worried me.” Derek huffs, “There you go.”

Stiles stills at that. Even with what Derek just said, he still notices the strange amount of apprehension around the words. “And?”

“And what else? Do you want me to tell you how it made me worried about you? How scared I was about you getting hurt again? What do you want me to say, Stiles?” Derek’s voice raises in volume and he turns towards Stiles full bodily.

Stiles swallows the lump in his throat and pulls over to park. He blinks and shakes his head, trying to process what Derek just said. He turns his head towards Derek. Derek’s face is red and blotchy, his eyes are huge and have tears beading at the corners. His lower lip is quivering as his eyebrows stay aggressively furrowed.

“Well!?” A couple of the tears escape and stream down his round cheeks.

Combined with the teary eyed child in his car and his brain’s gears finally working, Stiles is astonished by his revelation.

“Oh my god, you care about me.”

“Wh-w- YES ! I thought that was obvious!” Derek responds emphatically.

“No, you really care about me. Scott said that you wanted to stay behind, and that you’re not ‘glarey’ around me.” Stiles rests his forehead against his steering wheel, “Oh sweet Jesus.”

“Stiles, I’m so sorry.” Derek speaks carefully, “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’m sorry for putting you in an awkward position.”

Derek sighs, “Now that I know, I can work on getting over you. I’d like if we could still be friends, despite this.”

“Oh my god, you’re so dumb.” Stiles takes a shuddering breath, “Did I say at any moment, that I didn’t feel the same?” Derek’s eyes widen at this. Stiles continues speaking and mumbling his thoughts under his breath, “I’m going to kill Scott. There’s probably not even a real feral wendigo is there?”

He stops suddenly, and grabs the plastic bag of clothes as well as a single chocolate gold coin from his cup holder. “Nope, I’m not having this conversation with you while you look like a third grader. C’mon.”

Derek blinks as Stiles owlishly, and hastily wipes the drying tears from his face. Stiles slides out of the car and goes around to open the door for Derek. Derek hops down and meekly tugs at the edge of the sweater, Stiles locks the car and holds out his free hand. Derek looks up at Stiles and smiles tentatively.

This isn’t exactly how Stiles imagined holding hands with Derek this holiday season, but it was still nice in a strange way.

The two of them enter the library and nod at the employees at the circulation desk. Stiles guides Derek through the stacks to the back of the building to the once carefully sealed door leading to the basement. He nudges the door open with his hip after making sure there were no onlookers, and the two of them descend into the dark depths of the library.

They carefully navigate the dark and dusty stacks of the basement and find the sealed entrance to the old subway platform. Or at least that’s how it appeared, Derek and Stiles pass through the disguised archway and enter a warmly lit platform. Standing before them were four gnome guards wearing what looked like armor made out of reptilian skin seated around a small table playing some sort of card game.

The gnomes look up from the table at the sound of Stiles and Derek entering the vestibule.

"Ey wouldja look at dis, dose humans are back." The gnome seated facing them calls out.

"Aye, I see dem." Says the gnome to his left.

"Dat were one seems to 'ave used an emerald beetle. But he didn't pass through here, right?" Says the one to his right. The fourth gnome nods silently in agreement.

The first gnome stands and grins with broken teeth, "Dey prolly need demselves a ruby beetle, amiright?"

Stiles takes this moment to speak, "Yes, yes that's why we're here. It seems as though an emerald beetle wandered off, and my friend here stepped on it."

"A were shoulda been able to whiff out oneuva our beetles." The left one speaks with an incredulous tone.

"Yes, he did, but he mistook it for another kinda magic. Easy mistake to make. Now could we get one of those ruby beetles to go, or is it dine-in only?"

"Stiles..." Derek hisses under his breath, his hand tightening around Stiles' infinitesimally.

The first gnome steps around the table and waddles towards them. "Sure sure, dats an easy mistake. But mistakes come at a price..." The gnome grins and holds out an empty palm.

"Show me the beetle first."

"Show me whatcha gon' give me for da beetle."

Stiles pulls the chocolate gold coin and a pair of clear red plastic dice from his pocket, while simultaneously the gnome buries his hand into his pocket and withdraws a closed fist.

“This is so dumb.” Derek whispers to Stiles.

“Shut up .” Stiles whispers back.

The gnome to the right pipes up, “On dee count a three…”

Stiles maintains eye contact with the first gnome as the right gnome counts down, “One… two… three !”

In the leather covered palm of the gnome lay a glittering and bright red beetle. In Stiles’ hand lay the chocolate gold coin and the red dice from the Scott’s game of Aggravation that he happened to have stowed away in his pocket.

The gnome’s eyes glitter at the sight of Stiles’ offering. “Dose are some lovely lookin’ dice you’ve got dere, you sure you wanna part with such a lovely item?”

Stiles falters, but quickly nods, “Oh I know, I will miss them so much. They’re really so lovely, aren’t they, Derek?” Derek nods dumbly, “Now then, if I give you these beloved dice, and my golden coin here, will that be enough for the ruby beetle?”

The main gnome turns back to the other three and they snicker conspiratorially. “Ye, take the damned beetle. Gimme dose dice already!”

Stiles gives the gnomes a withering smile as they trade. The gnomes cackle with glee as the main gnome returns to the table with his spoils.

“Let’s get outta here, Derek…” Stiles leads the two of them back into the library basement, the echoes of the gnomes cackling and the clattering of sound of the dice upon the table follows them.

Derek steps out of the bathroom sheepishly holding the plastic bag of clothes out to Stiles. “I think my shoes should be around the back of the building still…”

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me to go grab them while you were doing your beetle mumbo jumbo, presto change-o?”

Derek reflexively responds with a “Don’t call me dude.” But then he coughs awkwardly, “I… I didn’t want you too far away.”

“Aww… you’re such a sap.” Stiles takes the plastic bag from Derek’s outstretched hand, and takes the now empty hand into his opposite one.

“Let’s go get your shoes. I’m pretty sure the cafe has a no shoes, no shirt, no service policy.”

“Cafe?”

“Well, yeah. I’m not waiting a moment longer to take you out on a date. If you’ll have me of course.” Stiles hesitates for a split second as Derek’s silence draws out. “Der?”

Derek blinks, but a gentle, sincere smile works its way across his face. “Of course.”

Stiles returns the smile with a sincere one of his own. A mischievous glint enters his eyes, “By the way… did I mention what an adorable kid you made?”

“ Stiles …”

“ So cute. I should’ve taken pictures when I had the chance!”

“Nevermind, this was a terrible idea. I’m going home.”

“Wait, Derek!”

“This is a library, Stiles. Please keep your voice down.”

“ Derek… ”

“Nope. Stop following me.”

“C’mon, lemme treat you.”

“ No .”

“But baby it’s cold outside!”

“I’m done here.”

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