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ashersarchives · 4 months ago

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❝A Pretty Pink Bow Looks Good On You.❞ | MHA Series

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Author's Note: I'd like to make it clear that I try to make different scenarios for each character rather than having multiple characters turn into the same animal. So, some of these may be random or unexpected, maybe not even thought of from the characters, but I do hope that you enjoy the scenarios.

Warnings: Mild cuss words

Summary: The boys get hit with an animal transformation quirk, and who becomes the lucky candidate to take care of them till it wears off? You guessed right... YOU.

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(Y/N) rubbed at her fatigued eyes as she inhaled deeply, studies and hero course work had been quite tasking on her that day, draining her of any remaining energy that she may of still had along with the weather taking a drastic turn for the worst, from the morning filled with only the sun, birds chirping many tunes and not a cloud in the sky to the afternoon that turned on its side to dark clouds and heavy rain hitting against her dorm room window and keeping many of its residents locked inside for the evening, preventing anyone from going out unless they had plans to spend the next day with cough syrup and stuffy noses.

Normally she would've found this type of weather as peaceful and tranquil, unfortunately, she had felt like a raging volcano awaiting to erupt, causing all of its hot magma to pour out over the edge because of a certain blonde, blue-eyed boy as he had promised her a movie date in her dorm room under the fluorescent stars that she had stuck to her ceiling, hot mugs of a satisfying beverage and a bag of fluffy marshmallows as an apology after the stunt he had pulled with her classmates that ended him, Bakugo and Midoriya in a week's worth of detention. And with him being over an hour late, she could feel her patience slipping and she had been considering if she should give him the benefit of the doubt, but due to the fact that he had done this a few times, she would be sure that there were no 'get out of jail free cards' for him when he came running back.

Rapid knocking on her door made her flinch, pulling her out of her fixed stare at her wall where her mind ran freely with thoughts, ideas and strategies, turning her interest of direction towards it, probably burning holes into the person on the other side with her glare alone due to the anger that she had been feeling in her chest, obviously not meaning to but sometimes certain emotions caused outbursts at the wrong people for the wrong reasons, something she tried not let slip, especially in the hero course where her partner, or even herself, to be the key to them surviving.

"Come in��" She announced, yet she felt her eyebrows rising a little when her door had been opened quickly and before she had finished her sentence, cutting her off. She looked towards the person who had intruded but her concern started growing when she recognised the crimsoned-haired boy looking like he had just run a marathon and was on the verge of having his knees buckle under him and fainting.

"What the hell?" She asked rhetorically as she got up from her chair, walking towards Kirishima. She watched as he leaned against the door frame, "Kirishima, what happened?" She asked with concern lacing her voice.

"You need to come quickly." He stated without an explanation as he grabbed her wrist and hurriedly walked with her to the common room where she noticed a few puddles of water scattered around the place along with a few of her classmates running after something small around the couches.

"What the hell is going on here?" She asked with confusion, not understanding why the common room looked like a cyclone had just hit it, but she felt like her question had been answered when a blob of blond fur rolled out from under the couch, its big ears twitching and it's fur sticking in different directions, but its eyes widening when it turned its head towards her direction, stopping in its tracks in front of her feet and her arms crossed over her chest.

"(Y/N), take that rat outside and make him stay there!" Bakugo demanded, pointing at the small animal while Sero and Kaminari tried to hold him still as his anger had seemingly boiled over the edge of a full cup.

"And why did you guys bring back a fox with you?" (Y/N) had asked as she knew that the Heights Alliance dorms were no place for a petting zoo, but she also knew that Midoriya was so stiff that he wouldn't dare break a rule of the school and Bakugo rarely cared for a pet, so her suspicions could only lead her to one thing as she looked down at the small creature.

"Monoma?"

The small creature looked like it held a smirk on its face which had seemed impossible but knowing who this said animal was, wasn't exactly not expected. The small creature moving itself closer to (Y/N)'s legs and rubbing its body against them, but falling over as she moved to the side of it, the small animal having to be what looked like an offended expression by the way its whiskers twitched.

"What happened?" She asked after rubbing her hands over her face, the atmosphere finally calming down, at least for the ones who wouldn't have to clean up the watery mess before Aizawa-sensei could hear of it.

"Aizawa-sensei had instructed us, along with Monoma, to attend to help with cleaning up some stuff in the training zone, but it appeared that some students had been messing around near the equipment and one of them must've fired off their quirks, hitting him in the process." Midoriya explained, his hands fidgeting while holding a small net and his face having a few dirt smudges in different places.

(Y/N) took a glance at the furry creature next to her before looking back to Midoriya, "Does Aizawa-sensei know of this?" She asked, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"Yeah, he knows, because he was there when it happened and he instructed us just to look after him and make sure he doesn't get into trouble." He explained further, though agitated grunts from Bakugo told her that they had no say in the argument.

"And his own classmates couldn't take care of him because...?" She asked, awaiting to hear the excuse that she was sure she didn't have to ask for.

"The old man said that if we took care of him, he'd lighten our detention sentence." Bakugo stated irritated, grabbing the mop from Ashido harshly before he began cleaning up the puddles of water.

"He really took you guys through the ringer?" (Y/N) asked, noticing the state of the common room and hearing a few moans and groans of dissatisfaction from the classmates that had been in the common room composing of Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugo, Sero, Mina and Kirishima.

"Girl, you have no idea," Mina stated, holding up her hand, "he jumped everywhere from the moment he walked in, knocking things over the counter and table, my best nail polish almost lost its life to him after he jumped over the couch." She explained further.

"And now, these two have to look after him, which means that it's only going to get worse from here." She whined, although her response almost had Bakugo jumping through the ceiling from his quirk making small crackle sounds in his palms and for Midoriya to go pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"I'll look after him." (Y/N) stated, making the head of her classmate turn towards her, along with the small furry being next to her, his ears twitching in excitement, something she noticed before glaring at him, "Don't look all excited, I'm not done with you." She stated, making the small creature shrink back but allowed him to move closer to her, placing his small paw onto her shoe.

"(Y/N), you really don't have to— It's our responsibility—" Midoriya tried to reply, only to be cut off by a louder voice.

"You keep that thing as far away from me as possible, one mistake and we're throwing him out the window!" Bakugo argued, making her nod her head in annoyance but also in relief, which she also felt as though Midoriya was relieving a tired sigh, muttering a 'thank you' to her and moving towards the sink to grab a cloth to help Bakugo clean up the place.

"You all should have a good night." (Y/N) said as she picked up the smaller animal next to her, reminding herself to throw him into her bathroom sink to wash off the grime from his fur from which he had been running across the floor, the small body in her arms sticking its tongue out behind her, provoking a few of her classmates to be shocked and further agitated by the fact that even in an animal form, Monoma still held his arrogant nature.

Carrying him to her room and closing the door behind her as she entered and walked straight into her bathroom, making Monoma's ears twitch in curiosity. Closing the bathroom door behind her and placing his small form into the sink after placing the plug in and turning the faucet to the warm side, not too hot, but also not too lukewarm as he had complained to her many times that being too lukewarm didn't allow his body's muscles to relax and having it be too hot made him want to peel himself out of his skin.

Grabbing the bottle of peach scented body wash and placing it next to the sink, watching his big eyes blink at her while his large ears twitched around. She gently brought her hand up to pet his head and around his face as he bumped his head into her hand, his ears flattening in relaxation.

"What am I going to do with you, Neito?" She asked, scrunching her face when she realised that he couldn't answer in this form, but his staring gaze told her that he had understood what she had said, she turned off the faucet after having the sink fill half way.

"Now I don't have pet shampoo but this will have to do, besides it'll be better than smelling like a local stray." She had said, forgetting that he can't answer back, but talking to herself as a way to soothe her nerves.

Squeezing a minimum amount into her hands and placing the bottle back down, she gently massaged the soap through his fur, behind his ears and along his fluffy tail, hearing the small groans of pleasure as she massaged the soil into his fur to rid him of the dirt and grime, although Monoma was no longer finding the situation as a curse, thinking that he should get hit by a quirk more often if this was the treatment he was due to get for it, but then again he liked being able to put his arms around her whenever he wished and of course to insult the students of Class 1A was something he couldn't do in this form, so it was difficult to convince himself to get into a similar situation.

His body relaxing and finding the warm water calming along with the peachy scent from the soap, he spent most of the time watching his lover's face and noticing small things that he didn't notice when he was on two legs, how her eyes had a glint to them when she was focused, or how her tongue would move to the side when she put her mind to something, and especially the dark marks under her eyes, not noticeable unless someone was close to her face, his heart dropping a bit when he remembered how her hard work came at a price and that price would often be sleep, now remembering what an idiot he had been on the many dates he had missed because he chose his ego over her, making his ears droop and his gaze turn towards the water.

Monoma had grunted when he felt a cloth being wiped gently over his face, her hands delicately cupping his face while she wiped around his eyes and muzzle, the warm cloth making him close his eyes and nuzzle his face into her hands.

His ears twitched up and his eyes shot open when he felt her placing a small peck onto his head, rubbing her thumb against his furry cheek when she had pulled away. "I wonder how long this quirk is going to last for?" She inquired, though more to herself than him, but for all he knew, he would wish it was a while.

(Y/N) unplugged the sink to let the soapy water drain out before plugging it in again and opening the faucet to allow new warm water in, gently scratching through his fur to rid it of soap as she knew if she left it in, it would only cause irritation to him and she'd have to hear about it once he got back his human form. Her fingers working through his short fur, and managing to rid him of any soap but still keeping the peachy scent. Turning off the faucet and letting him soak a bit, even though the soap had been cleared out of his fur and now she had been using the cloth to wipe around his face more and over his ears, all while his eyes remained closed and his body laid lax in the sink with the warm water.

(Y/N) bent down to open the cabinet doors underneath the sink, pulling out a blue towel and unwrapping it, placing it next to the sink and unplugging it, her hands gently squeezing on where he had the most fur to attempt to rid him of excess water before picking up his small body and placing him on the towel and wrapping it around his body.

"Now you look like a little fox burrito," She softly chuckled as she carried him, similar to how a mother carries her baby, in her arms to her bedroom where she sat by her vanity and placed him onto the table of it, drying him with the towel to at least get him damp, then retrieving her hair dryer and a comb. Using the comb to brush through and clear any knots from his fur before drying him with the hair dryer and turning him into a fluffy pom-pom, and then combing through his fur again and repeating the process till he was dry and soft.

With Monoma almost half asleep and letting out a big yawn when she had moved to retrieve something out of her drawers, a medium sized box that she set next to him and opened it, his nose picking up on many different smells, some that he liked and some that made his nose scrunch up and his ears flatten.

She picked a bottle with an orange label on it, once she opened it, he could smell something similar to the soap she had used to clean him, although this smelt more fruity than the soap, peeking his interest and moving closer to her to push his nose against the bottle, making her smile.

"You like this one?' She asked him, receiving a nudge of his head against the bottle as she would assume that meant a 'yes'. Placing the bottle down and closing the box, she dropped a few drops of the essential oil into her hand, rubbing them together to evenly spread it out, then gently applied it to his fur, messaging it into the more darker blonde areas and through his fluffy tail, behind his ears and through his chest, all while Monoma thought that the quirk had sent him to Heaven with the treatment he had been receiving, his body relaxing and his muscles feeling like he had all the knots being taken out, closing his eyes and leaning against her, his breathing becoming even and settled out.

(Y/N) had been observing his body language, and she was reminded of why she had agreed to that first date with him, she remembers how he had gone out of his way to try and impress her, though many saw it as him wanting to one-up her classmates, there were the few times where he had been with her without her classmates around, like the time when she had asked him if he would like to accompany her out on the Saturday, just the two of them, though the first few minutes were a bit daunting as he spoke poorly about her classmates, but eventually he had loosened up and started talking to her about the things he liked, why he wanted to become a hero and how he strived to become one after people had shunned him for his quirk.

That's when she saw the true Neito Monoma, the one who strived to prove those wrong who thought his quirk was merely a way for him to mooch off of others, she saw a different side to him and that's what had made her say 'yes' to a date with him.

Even through all the ups and downs through their relationship, each day she found a new way to appreciate him, and he found someone worth becoming a hero for, plus she had overheard from some of the teachers about how his behaviour had changed for the better and none of them knew why but they were happy about it, although she did assume that Aizawa-sensei did have a theory about it, but if he did he never said anything on it. However, Monoma still kept up the part about trying to be better than her classmates, but at least the insults were dimmed a bit.

Blinking her eyes when she heard his small noises and turning her head towards him settling his paw on her arm, thinking she must've just zoned out when he felt her hands stop moving. She smiled at him, scratching his head before she packed away the box with the essential oils in it back into the drawer, picking him up and placing him on her bed.

"I just need to hop through the shower, Neito, then we can both get our rest." She had told him, walking to her bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Monoma by himself while the water turned on. With five minutes feeling like mere hours to Monoma, he actually had a moment to sit with his thoughts, had he ever expressed how much he appreciated her?

He remembers their first date and how she had smiled at him, a genuine smile that he rarely saw. He probably rarely saw it because he was always focused on one-upping Class 1A, when did his focus stray? The reason he had asked her out in the first place was because he wanted to know what she was doing to him whenever he saw her, but later he fell for her, and hard at that fact, he enjoyed hearing her reasons for becoming a hero and it motivated him to become better. He had made up his mind at that moment, that he would be better, maybe not to the point of complementing her classmates, but he'd tone down on the insults more.

His ear twitched at hearing the bathroom door open, seeing her in her pyjamas as she walked to the bed, a brush in her hand as she attempted to tangle out any knots. After finishing and tying up her hair in a messy bun, she looked at him before picking him up into her arms again and moving the both of them under the blanket, enough so that he'd be warm but also so that his head was poking out of the blanket, moving his body closer to hers to cuddle further into her neck, curling up into a ball right next to her as she placed her arm around his small body.

"Goodnight, Neito." She said as her eyelids started drifting closed and she allowed her mind to wonder freely until she fell sleep, his soft breathing near her ear like a soothing melody.

Upon the sun rising the next morning, she could've sworn that her pillow felt a lot softer than it did the previous night, nuzzling her face further into it and wrapping her arms around something equally as soft, causing her eyes to open quickly and for the sight before her to almost make her let out a shriek had it not been for the fact that Monoma was awake and had a finger to her lips, sitting bare near her as his blue eyes gazed so lovingly into hers.

"There will be a time and place for you to scream, but now's not the time, my dearest." He reminded her, the blanket pooling around his waist as he laid back, "Though I do find your nuzzling to be quite affectionately tolerable." He stated, making her pull a face that held a tinge of warning to it, not needing to verbally tell him that if he pushed her buttons the wrong way, she'd throw him out of her room stark naked, this only made him smile in response as she turned her head towards the digital clock on her nightstand, the time telling her that they still had an hour and a half before they'd have to get up and ready.

(Y/N) slumped back into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around her and pushing his nose into her hair. Finding the smell of her shampoo relieving to his nose.

"Thank you." He muttered, though very softly, she still caught it, moving her head to be facing him while her hands laid on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pace pick up a small bit.

"For what?" She asked confusingly, though he had thanked her many times before, he usually only did it in the comfort of behind closed doors.

He rolled his eyes, though the smile on her face told him that she had been playing with him but had wanted him to say it.

"For taking care of me." He muttered, his voice soft but at least more hearable.

"Any classmate would've done it." She told him, though his look of disbelief told her otherwise.

"Apparently not your classmates who were willing to leave me out in the rain." He reminded her, his hands drawing small circles on her back.

"Do you blame them?" She asked him, watching his mouth form a straight line which meant he knew she had been right considering all the crap he would sprout whenever he was near them. "But you're welcome, hopefully we won't have a repeat of this again?" She asked rhetorically, but she wouldn't mind it if it happened again, she enjoyed taking care of him while he was small and didn't have as big a mouth on him.

"I don't know, you seemed quite honoured to be taking care of me." He teased, watching her smile, a sight he'd never get tired of seeing for as long as he lived.

"If 'honoured' is even the word you're looking for," She replied, moving her face towards his forehead and laying a small peck. "Though I must say, you would've looked cute with a pink bow tied up in your hair."

Monoma let out a sarcastic laugh before pulling the blanket over the both of them again, covering them in each other's warmth and moving onto his side, bringing her with him and allowing him to move his head into her neck, allowing her to smell the scent of the oil she massaged into his fur the previous night, she now guessed that his hair carried most of it.

"We're going to have to get up soon, you know that, right?" She asked him but received no answer, "Neito?" She pushed, still to receive no answer, finally using her hand to scratch behind his ear, provoking him to grunt and turn his body over to the other side, (Y/N) having a shocked and amused reaction on her face from the reaction, "There's no way you like that."

Monoma simply pulled the blanket further over his head while a tinge of pink dusted over his cheeks, not wanting her to see it.

"Oh, come on, 'noma. I was just teasing," She said as she moved her body over to his, a soft attempt to try and remove the blanket from his face, "Please let me see that handsome face again."

He knew she'd use this type of reverse psychology on him, using his ego against him, undoubtedly it worked, making him move the blanket a small bit away from his face, allowing her to move hers close to his and lay a long kiss onto the side of his head, making her softly laugh at his reaction.

She gently patted his arm that was still under the blanket, "Come on, big guy. We got to get ready." She stated as she moved over him to get started with her morning, meanwhile he sighed at the fact that he had to get up and out of the warmth that he had spent the night in.

Surprisingly, the whole day, he had toned down on his insults towards her classmates, though he did say a few things, (Y/N) noticed he appeared to be walking around as if he had just been named the number one hero, he had been puffing out his chest and was smiling a lot more, though mostly around her, she noticed this change, along with the fact that his hair had kept the fruity scent.

And though she did find the students who had turned him into a fox in the first place, she couldn't find it in her to scold them too badly, considering that her evening went quite smoothly, however they did receive a mouthful from her about playing around equipment.

But she'd have to ask them for a favour again if it meant this side of Monoma would show more often.

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idesofrevolution · 2 years ago

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Party Animal

Danny smiled his signature perfect smile, posing stereotypically as the phone sat propped up on a sidewalk trashcan with a timed camera counting down. While it was his 21st birthday, and he'd invited nearly twenty people to come out clubbing with him in New York City, he wasn't entirely shocked when everyone had some lame excuse as to why they couldn't come. Victoria was in the middle of watching Yellowjackets and couldn't be bothered to get up off her couch. Taylor was stuck at the airport in Nashville, unable to board his connecting flight due to "inclement weather." Felicity couldn't find a dog sitter for the night (bullshit), and Kyle just didn't even respond to the text. This was relatively par for the course for poor Danny, who'd gotten all but used to the feeling of his "friends" ditching him when it was plans of his own.

There were absolutely reasons in their mind as to why going out with Danny was less than an ideal evening: he was a wallflower. Sure, like everyone else in his small town, he had a fake ID. So one would assume that his relative experience in bars would at least teach him something about how to have a good time in one. Unfortunately, this was certainly not the case. Danny was the friend who would get to the bar, order two Long Islands and drunkenly cry for the rest of the night. He couldn't hold his liquor, he couldn't hit a joint without having a fifteen minute coughing spell, his moves on the dancefloor were generously described as "cringe," he would leave early and complain about it the next day. Yet, without fail, the next weekend would roll about and he would be the first one in line at open. His messy party ways had completely eradicated any chance of an entourage going with him, even on his birthday. Thus, as he posed rather stereotypically on the side of West 17th Street, alone and underdressed for his first gay nightclub of legal age, there was a level of disappointment.

Chelsea was bustling that evening, with stunning people in outrageously skimpy outfits strutting from building to building. All were in their little cliques huddles together until they made it to the doorman, where they'd quickly disperse into the drunken crowd within. Guys like him were the ones standing in line, waiting for someone to leave so they could have a chance of getting in; wallflowers, all of them. Thus, as he finally arrived at the club he'd heard so much about on every gay travel blog imaginable, he wasn't shocked to receive a quick look up and down from the bouncer and a head shaking no. Dejected, alone, and not even buzzed, Danny pulled out his phone to call the Uber back to his hotel. That is, until he felt a subtle tap on his shoulder. He sighed and turned around, locking eyes with an unexpected but very welcome sight.

He was tall, maybe 6'4 in a cutoff white tank top, a golden chain hanging from just beneath his nipples. His abs sat like the cobblestones on the street against his chiseled torso, flanked on either side by two huge, vascular arms. His fly was undone, with his thumbs suggestively holding it open. He had a gentle, yet sultry face: perfectly manicured facial hair and sweaty, wavy curls atop his head. He smiled as he leaned against the wall, illuminated brightly by the streetlight above them both.

"Baby you're not gettin' in looking like that." He had a thick accent, perhaps Cuban or Dominican, but it rolled off his supple lips like the drool which had begun to slightly dribble down Danny's jaw. The man smiled and ruffled his hair, getting ready to walk back into the club.

"Hey! Uh... I really like your outfit. You wear it really... really well." The stud turned back, a small chuckle under his breath.

"Thank you baby! I wasn't sure about the chain, but it draws attention to all the right places, am I right?" He ran his large hands over his abs, winking at the salivating 21 year old. "I'm Mateo, by the way." The two shook hands, Danny barely able to contain himself.

"So, you come out to these clubs often? It's my first time in the city. My twenty first birthday, actually." Mateo's face lit up. Tossing his arm around Danny's shoulder, he leaned in close to hopefully be heard above the hustle and bustle of the chattering crowd outside. Danny blushed. He could feel the heat from Mateo's pit on the nape of his neck, the smell of wet armpit after a night of dancing tickling the hairs in his nostrils.

"Where's your party? You better not be out here alone on a Saturday night!" Danny looked down, trying to hide the thirst which had overtaken him.

"Ahh, they all cancelled. It's just me tonight." Danny felt an immediate yank, as Mateo squeezed him tightly against his pillowy pecs.

"Nahh. It's just you and ME tonight. C'mon." Mateo began guiding Danny down the street, chatting about the nightlife in New York City, how it's better than anywhere else, how it has the hottest guys and the best vibes. Mateo had been a staple of the ballroom scene for a couple years at that point, and was well acquainted with the bars and their owners. Any place of any note, he'd be able to waltz right in. Though in this instance, he decided to do something special for this little guy who he'd found meandering the streets. "It's definitely an in-the-know kinda place, if you know what I mean. And you're not getting in wearing that, so I guess we're just going to have to get you a birthday present." The two strolled up to a relatively inconspicuous apartment building, Mateo flashing his card to open the heavy metal door. Two flights up and ten doors down the hall, Mateo opened the door to his apartment. It was tidy for the most part. Plants sat on every imaginable surface, even hanging in macrame slings from the popcorn ceiling. Mateo flipped the lights on in his bedroom and opened his closet door.

"Uhhh, what are you looking for?" Danny nervously shuffled from side to side. This wasn't going to be one of those makeover scenes a la Clueless, was it? Mateo flashed several articles of clothing in front of his face, each vastly different from the one before: leather pants, a silk button up, a ripped up tank top, a latex polo... Under his breath, Danny could hear the quiet mutterings Mateo whispered after each one. Too young, too bulky, too preppy, too kinky.

"Hey. Like what's the vibe you're going for? If some hot guy walked up to you and was looking you up and down, what would you want him to see in a perfect world?" Danny sat there a moment, pondering. He wasn't entirely sure. He'd never thought about it. Closing his eyes, he tried to go back to his days of fantasizing about what a perfect Danny would look like. What he'd always wanted to look like. Though, for him, those days were far behind him. The years of being ditched and cast aside, while he understood why, had taken a toll on him. He'd only ever seen himself as that annoying friend who ruins the mood. Danny shuffled his feet beneath him, hanging his head.

"I don't know... just not... this." He motioned up and down, alluding to the rather sad appearance he'd taken on. Mateo stopped what he was doing, chucking a pair of sunglasses at the frowning young man, hitting him square on the nose.

"You stop that. This is not a pity party, it's a birthday party." Danny nodded, picking up the sunglasses from his feet: Balenciaga. "You know what you need? You need a confidence boost." Mateo pinched his chin, analyzing his closet. "And I have just the thing." It was like a frenzy. Within seconds, clothes were being tossed at him. Looking down at them, he anxiously investigated them. A long, almost see through tank top, a well worn sleeveless leather jacket, and a pair of wide, baggy pants- all of which about two sizes too big.

"Uh, hey, I really appreciate it but I don't think I'm gonna fi..." Mateo had plopped a heavy pair of beat up combat boots on top of the pile in his hands, nearly spilling the whole outfit out of Danny's arms.

"Shut up and go put this on, I promise you'll look great." Sighing, he started headed toward the bathroom, only for Mateo to stop him. "Here, just..." Mateo grabbed the wrists of Danny's shirt, pulling the gaudy top off his frail body. Snatching the tank top from the pile, he ripped it off the hanger and slipped it over his arms and head. The shit was undoubtedly massive on him. Danny was after all 5'4 and 100 lbs soaking wet, the tall hunk which stood before him would obviously be wearing way larger clothes than him. "Arms back!" Mateo slid the sleeveless leather jacket onto him. Danny could smell that this item was well loved, catching a subtle hint of weed, cigarettes, and sweat gently wafting from it. "Pants off!" He directed, Danny followed. Pulling his skinny black jeans down to his ankles, and taking off his brown loafers. He stood before Mateo in his whitey-tidies, and an unimpressive flat bulge. "Yeah, take 'em off and burn them. Besides, easier access for the lucky guy later tonight." He winked, causing Danny to blush. Any time his gal-pals had tried to do a makeover it always ended in a trip to Hollister or Abercrombie to look like every straight high schooler in 2013. He'd never had a guy, let alone a gay guy take the time to dress him. His guard finally down, he dropped them, quickly snatching the lightweight pants and pulling them up his legs, tightly pulling the drawstrings to keep them up.

Mateo looked him up and down, clearly thinking about what was missing as Danny slid his feet into the massive boots, feeling the squish of gogo boy sweat bubbling up onto his soles. Mateo snapped his fingers, grabbing the sunglasses and sliding them onto his face. Danny couldn't deny feeling cool in these ill-fitting clothes, whether or not he felt hot in them or not- if this sexy club kid thought he looked good he probably did.

"Awesome, here, take this bag. Happy Birthday, we gotta go!" Danny didn't even get a chance to peer into the mirror before a large leather bag was tossed at him and he was pushed out the door. He tripped over the baggy pants dragging on the ground, and the clunky boots which slid around on his now damp feet. "You look great," Mateo said as they hopped down the stairs. "I got just the place to take you."

The two walked for perhaps only a block or two before they turned into a dark alley, only a single red lamp far down the brick walled canyon illuminating the surroundings. They strutted up to the rusted metal door, Mateo knocking only three times before it swung open. The huge bouncer blocked the door with his arms crossed, though the moment he saw Mateo, he silently stepped aside. Thrust inside from behind, Danny entered the club.

From then on, the night was a blur. The few moments of clarity and recollection told quite the story. The club was packed, sexy guys dancing on eachother, gogo boys on the bar, discarded ecstasy pills littering the floor brightly glowing from the blacklights. A DJ played derivative beats as they approached the bar. The last clear decision that was made was to take a round of shots.

"Zayn! Could you get us two blowjobs?" Danny turned quickly, shocked at the prospect. He was slightly less anxious when the two cream topped shots were placed in front of them. After a quick birthday toast, the two downed their shots. Immediately, Danny felt an instant release. The nervousness had subsided, and he felt ready to enjoy the evening. He couldn't help but notice, before Mateo had ordered round two, that the sexy bartender seemed to smirk with every shot, heading to the back room for a moment only to come back with two perfect drinks. Round 2 felt just as good as the first, feeling himself smile and sway to the music. It was followed up by round 3, then round 4, then round 5... The shots just kept coming, and by round 7, the world was spinning.

From what little could be recalled, he hit the dance floor with Mateo, showing off the notorious dance moves which had caused him so much grief back home. Though, as the night progressed, he felt the music in a patently distinctive way. Every beat, every note hit differently. His body seemed to just move on its own, his hips swaying, his hands slowly wandering around Mateo's firm waist. The unfittedness of the clothes seemed to dissipate, and they began to feel... right. He liked the way that they showed off his broadening shoulders, his widening biceps... As he dropped, effortlessly pulling off spins and dips, his strong, muscular legs kept him firm in his stance, rooted in the perfectly fitted boots.

He could remember Mateo running his hands over the light tattoos sprawled on his pulsating forearms. He'd even done a few of them himself in his boredom during a relatively crazy shroom trip a few years back. In fact, as the two of them stood there in eachother's arms, looking eye to eye and towering over the dancefloor, he was so grateful that his bestie Mateo would give him such a night out on his birthday. Though, it seemed every year got more and more wild. The two didn't waste any more time. This was going to be a wild birthday, as Mateo planted a deep kiss onto his lips. Their sweaty, muscled arms wrapped around eachother, passionately making out on the dancefloor, before Danny reached into his bag, pulling out the magnum ribbed condom he'd gotten earlier that day, hoping the two would arrive at that point sometime during the night.

Mateo smiled and nodded, the two heading outside to wait for the Uber to take them back to the apartment. As Mateo eagerly tapped away on his phone, Danny leaned against the street pole, thrusting his sizeable package toward his boyfriend.

The next morning, Mateo woke up to an empty bed. Sweaty sheets tossed from one side of the room to the other, the stench of kinky sex still wafting in the air. He rolled out of the stained bed, walking past Danny's still warm, musky combat boots splayed on the hardwood floor. After a night of being railed with his face buried in it's ripe opening, he couldn't help but take a quick whiff down memory lane before going down to the front door. There, perched on the step, in all his blonde, shirtless glory sat Danny smoking his American Spirits.

"Good morning, sexy bitch." His velvety voice soared like the wind to Mateo's eager ear, something about that cocky, confident swagger behind his words always hit just right. He plopped down next to his boyfriend, sensually nibbling on his pierced ear. "Gonna get the neighbors all hot and bothered." Danny chided, Mateo knowing full well he loved being seen in even more compromising positions by anyone who stumbled across them.

"That's the idea." The two laughed and kissed, hoping old Mrs. Prallatt across the street was huffing and puffing in an indignant rage. "Hey the house is performing later tonight in the Bowery, I think you should show off the new number. Kick the LaBeija's ass off the floor." Smirking, Danny took a long drag and let out a large cloud of smoke before turning to Mateo.

"They don't stand a chance." Mateo stood up, kissing Danny's smooth hand before getting ready to head back up to get dressed for the day. "Hey, babe." Mateo turned and looked down at the beautiful creature which had been the wildest ride he'd ever taken. "How about you take those sweats off and I show you a couple more moves before we head out?" A strong grope of Mateo's growing bulge and a wink from behind his Balenciaga shades was all that his man needed to see.

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knight-king-ler69 · 1 year ago

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The Ticklish Abs 🍫

A devious thought that keeps popping into my head whenever I see this gif. Imagine your cute, deathly ticklish friend says they wanna tighten up their core for the summer. You volunteer to help and convince them to trust you to wrap them up completely making them of no help to themselves. They ask what the hell you’re doing. “Didn’t you say you want to tone you’re core?” You ask them. They’re even more confused when you peel away the wrap that covers only their tummy, leaving exactly their mid section exposed😌

Everywhere else on their body is warm but they can feel change of temperature on their vulnerable little tummy. You begin to warm them up, priming them by stroking your fingers over their freakishly sensitive belly and they immediately jerk as far back as their imaginations allows them to believe that they can go, as they are securely wrapped in place. With desperation in their eyes the begging and pleasing begins, all falling on deaf ears. A toned tummy you want, a toned tummy I shall deliver. And as if made into an art, you begin to dig deep into the depths of their soft, nerve riddled tummy. Digging, probing, kneading, and stimulating every possible strand of muscle fiber that laid dormant in their core. Their laughing is fever pitch, hysterics. Tears in their eyes they holler, scream and convulse.

But this is perfect, the method is working. They’re burning so many calories while engaging their core muscles like never before every time they laugh or scream or BEG from the depths of their lungs 😩

You keep them in this state for a month, feeding them on the proper diet, high protein, low carbs, lots of veggies and lemon water. Forcing them back into their restraints for four hours each day, two in the morning and two In the evening.

The mind melting tickling at the end of the first week would begin to be targeted. Focusing on even one ab at a time. “I forgot to ask, do you want a six or eight pack?” In their delirious state they made the mistake to answer “eight🥴”. Perfect 😌… Each of the eight desired ab muscles got two target hours of pure unrestrained muscle developing tickling. Destroy muscle fibers, filling them with blood then allowing it to heal wile another ab gets the very same treatment. ☺️☺️☺️

An entire month of conditioning passed and the abs began to pop perfectly and form so beautifully 😍✨ Just a few final touches to make her right as rain. LOOK AT THEM, I’m so proud 🥹🥹🥹 … and for all her suffering she looks soo happy doesn’t she???🥹

Unfortunately, there was an unexpected side effect of this form of deep tissue muscle stimulation😳. Though the goal was accomplished and their abs were formed neatly and tightly, due the constant stimulation of the muscle fibers the tissue and nerves have somehow remembered and and retained the very sensation which brought them to be in the first place YIKES 😳!!!!

This means *GULPS* now that the abs have been formed, any use of them in core engagement, delivers the same overwhelming, torturous tickle sensation😭😭😭. If they breathe, cough, twist, sit up or even FLEX their hard earned abs it delivers such a ticklish jolt that they immediately cease movement 😭😭… They’ve been TRAPPED, tickled to get muscles, that will now tickle them on their own… forever.💋🫦☺️💕😘💦❤️👅

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zoeysdamn · 2 years ago

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Bloodied petals - Xavier Thorpe x reader | Part.6

Summary: It’s time for you to disclose the truth about your condition to Principal Weems…and Xavier. But how much of that are you willing to share? Parents’ week-end brings a surprising new meeting.

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood, swearing; mention of cancer and incurable diseases.

A/N: it almost has fluff parts if you squint. Also there’s a lot of dialogues in there fsjbfhbs

[Masterlist] [Part.1] [Part.2] [Part.3] [Part.4] [Part.5]

Silence weighed heavy in the small hospital room. No one uttered a word, waiting for the other to speak first. Unfortunately for you, Principal Weems had a lot less patience than you.

Before your stubborn silence she let out a frustrated sigh. “Fine,” she said dryly, “if you don’t want to talk, then I will. Your fellow students found you passed out in the woods, allegedly coughing blood and flowers. We brought you to the ICU, and doctors performed a scan, because heart massages weren’t enough.”

Weem’s words made you gulp slowly, as they reminded you how far the disease had already spread. Although her tone was very serious, the principal couldn’t deny the evident worry in her voice.

“You almost died, miss L/N,” she said in a softer, yet very much serious voice. “Doctors had to put you under respiratory support for half an hour before you could breathe on your own.”

A shiver ran down your spine. Shit, this was way, way more concerning that you had thought. The principal seemed to notice the level of distress it put you in, and softened.

“According to Mr Thorpe, you had experienced a panic attack earlier in the evening, is that true?”

You could only nod slowly, throat tight with emotions.

“Doctors think it’s what caused momentary heart failure,” she carried on. “But the scan results certainly intrigued them.”

Your eyes unwillingly glanced down the x-rays on your lap, showing large flowers on the inside of your lungs quite clearly. This time you wouldn’t be able to hide the truth.

“I’ve managed to convince them it was a very specific condition due to some family history,” she said casually, trying to sound as calm as possible. “Not that it had been easy.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, still not meeting her gaze.

The unexpected sound of your voice made her look at least slightly pleased. This was a good start.

“It’s my job as Nevermore’s Principal,” she said pointedly. “But there’s no need trying to play games with me, miss L/N, and I will not leave this room before I get some answers.”

Ah, there was the accusatory tone again. But you couldn’t tell Weems anything, what if she told everyone the truth? What if Xavier became ridden with guilt? Oh god, what if he shut you out again?

“I can’t,” you muttered, hands slightly trembling. “I can’t tell you.”

At your distressed state, Weems’ behavior changed to a mothering one in the blink of an eye and she reached out to put one of her hands on yours.

“You have to, Y/N,” she said softly but firmly, “according to those scans flowers are growing inside of your lungs, this is very concerning!”

“I can’t,” you cried, breaking down under the overwhelming emotions rising in your throat, “I can’t tell you, please.”

This time, her tone became more insistent, “I need to know, so I can call your aunt and inform her of the situation.”

The mention of your aunt made your blood freeze in your veins and you whipped your head so fast you thought your neck would break. Eyes wide open, you stared at Weems like a deer stuck in headlights.

When Weems called your name worriedly, the shivers that had momentarily stopped rocked your whole body once again.

“No, no no no no you can’t call my aunt, you can’t!” you whimpered, tears flowing down your cheeks uncontrollably. Nerves wrecked, you were beginning to sound straight up hysteric.

“She’s your legal guardian, I have to keep her informed,” she insisted, trying to calm you down, but nothing seemed to work.

You shook your head frantically, “Please,” you begged her, “please don’t tell her, I…you can’t tell her please.”

The cries turned into pathetic whimpers, until all you could do was to sob quietly, not caring if the Principal of the school were here to witness all of this. You were so tired.

“She will know eventually,” said Weems softly, trying to not trigger another tearful setback. “She’s your guardian, and we need to tell her what’s going on.”

Sniffling loudly, you let her words sink into your mind, the raging tempest within gradually calming down. Deep down, you knew that Weems was right. Your aunt was bound to find out one way or another, whether from the principal or yourself. So you whipped your nose and tentatively looked up to the Principal with puffy red eyes.

“I…I can’t tell you everything…but let me be the one telling my aunt,” you mumbled weakly. “Please…it’ll be easier for everyone…”

For a brief moment, Weems wanted to object to your demand. But the sight of your tear-stained face and pleading eyes refrained her. Seeing one of her usually strongest and most composed students having an heartbreaking emotional breakdown…she just knew she didn’t have to make things more difficult.

So she pursed her lips, and sighed heavily, “Fine. You can be the one informing your aunt.”

“Thank you,” you whispered faintly. “I…this means a lot to me.”

She sat deeper in her chair, eyeing the x-rays sheets once again, “I suppose you know what’s all about?”

You nodded slowly, and your following silence was enough sign for her to understand you wouldn’t divulge much more about it. “It’s spreading day by day,” you said in a small voice, “this…there’s no cure for this.”

She could only offer you a sorry look, darkened by the weight of those news. You and Principal Weems hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye, but she had been kind. She wanted to keep Nevermore students safe; and despite her efforts, you were going to die.

“I’m sorry to hear that, miss L/N,” she muttered quietly. “Is there anything we can do to ease this…cancer?”

Again, you shook your head. “Not really…I just want all of this to go smoothly, without too much damage…”

She nodded in understanding, raising slowly from her seat, “I see. If there’s anything you need to ease your struggle…do not hesitate to reach me.”

You let out a small thanks. Just as she was about to open the door, Principal Weems turned to you once more.

“I’m truly sorry for you, Y/N. I hope all of this will go smoothly for you.”

Even through blurry eyes, you forced a weak smile on your face, “Thank you ma’am.”

As soon as Weems exited your room, you let tears fall down your face. God, if you were getting this emotional just by getting a goodbye from the principal, then the evening of the Rave’n had weakened you more than you had thought.

A soft knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts and you managed to whip away the corner of your eyes just in time before a familiar face stepped into the room.

“Hey,” greeted Xavier softly.

“Hey,” you said with a weak smile, heart soaring at his appearance.

No matter what happened before, you were so relieved to see him. You had almost died the previous night, and you remembered him running to your help before you blacked out. Disease or not, you loved Xavier and he was still your best friend; no matter how awkward things had been between you two the days before.

Approaching you carefully, he fidgeted nervously with a small bag which made you smile softly. At his awkward hesitation, eyes glancing to the chair next to the bed, you chuckled softly and shifted a little.

“C’mon don’t play coy,” you breathed out, patting the spot next to you on the bed. “You’re missing the sleepover.”

The joke made him break into a small laugh, easing the awkward tension and he indulged, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gave the small bag he was holding, unsure of where to begin.

“Here, it’s for you,” he said, “a get-well soon gift.”

Opening the bag to retrieve what was inside, you smiled softly at the cute pumpkin plushie. At the familiar let long-gone spark of fondness and genuine happiness in your eyes, Xavier felt his heart soar. He had missed this.

“This is super cute, thank you,” you smiled at him.

“Anytime,” he said before a weird silence took place again. Slightly shifting on his seat, he finally managed to ask you, “How are you feeling?”

As if echoing his question, your whole body whined in pain, “Feeble,” you rasped, “tired. Nothing a good night of sleep won’t fix I guess,” you told him, with what you hoped was a reassuring smile.

But the deep concerned look on Xavier’s face didn’t fade. “Except it won’t, will it?”

You casted your eyes down. No need to play dumb any longer; Xavier must’ve suspected something for a long time, but after what happened the night before, there was no need in lying.

“No it won’t,” you whispered.

He had probably seen Weems exiting your room with a dreadful expression. Given that and what he had seen in the woods…the image of your sprawled body, chest struggling to rise through the wheezes, the white outfit stained with red paint and blood burned his mind like hot iron. The way your eyes were clouded by the unconsciousness creeping, unable to focus as he had shouted your name, begging you to say something but your mouth unmoving and only drooling droplets of blood…little did the both of you know, this would haunt him for the longest time.

Leaning forward, Xavier took your hand in his. They were bigger than yours and calloused from his hours spent painting. Even if it wasn’t the first time the two of you held hands, it felt highly intimate.

“How bad?” he asked in a small voice, throat tight with emotion. He couldn’t even look at you, instead focusing on your intertwined hands; he feared that if he did, the tears already gathering at the corner of his eyes would spill. He had to be strong for his best friend.

“Pretty much shitty bad,” you mumbled.

“How bad?” he insisted, and you could swear you heard his voice break a little.

You gulped slowly, close to crying again, “Incurable kind of bad,” you finally managed to breath out after agonizing long seconds of silence.

Despite his best efforts to keep composure, Xavier choked on a broken sob. Maybe he had been in denial about this the whole time, maybe you were just very good at hiding it; no matter, hearing the truth was like a punch in the gut. Looking up at you with eyes full of tears, he looked completely broken.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he whispered in disbelief.

Despite the tears tickling your eyes, you tried to smile, “I couldn’t burden you with that, Xav. It’s…this is not an ordinary disease.”

He frowned slightly mouth agape, not quite understanding what it was all about. Picking up the x-ray sheets you silently handed them to him. The crease between his brows only deepened in confusion the more he looked at them, eyes flickering back to you with a silent question, like he didn’t dare to ask. You could only nod slowly, confirming the terrible fate those sheets already predicted. Xavier swore under his breath.

“Shit, it’s growing in your lungs?”. At your nod he swore again, “That’s why you’ve been coughing flowers…”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, “You noticed?”

“Been picking up some details since the Poe cup, yeah…” he trailed, “but I wish I'd figured things out sooner.”

You squeezed his hand, the one still gripping yours, “You couldn’t know,” you tried to reassure him. “Even I had a hard time finding out what it is.”

“Yes I could have known,” he whispered looking deep into your eyes, “you’ve tried to tell me so many times, and I…I was an idiot. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you.”

His words made your lips wobble and your eyes fuelling with tears once again. This sight was all it took for him for muttering a “c’me here” and tugging you into a hug. His contact made you break into tears, ugly sobbing on his shoulder. God, you were so not ready to say goodbye to him.

Your hands gripped on his back, like it could allow you to cling onto life a little longer. No matter how much all of this was because of him, you couldn’t wrap your mind around the idea of losing him forever. Xavier had always been your anchor, your best friend through everything no matter who his feelings had been directed to. And now…now you have cornered yourself to the point where even his presence wouldn’t be enough to save you from drowning.

“I’m scared Xav,” you sobbed against his neck, “I’m so fucking scared of dying.”

His hand drew soft circles on your back, trying to soothe you the best he could; but also to remind him that you were still here. “I know sweetheart,” he whispered, head buried against yours.

The truth was he had no idea what to say to you to make you feel better; if you weren’t shaking, you could have felt him trembling too. Tears rolled on his cheeks in silence; he was so scared of losing you too. So he did the only thing he could do for now; he cradled you in his arms, occasionally pressing soft kisses on your hair, hoping this would ease you at least a little bit. In all of his life, Xavier had never felt so helpless.

As your sobs continued, a part of you started to be plagued with guilt for not telling Xavier what was exactly going on. The perspective of an upcoming death and the inevitable loss it would entail was painful enough, the last thing you wished for was for him to be guilt ridden.

When you seemed to calm down a little, Xavier swallowed thickly, voice full of tears, “Is there anything we can do?”

Despite the guilt, you shook your head and his heart broke a little more.

It wasn’t his fault you thought, no one could decide their feelings; the gradual decay of your own body would be dreadful enough for Xavier, there was no need of making him think it was actually his fault. You would take this secret with you in the tomb, that you swore to yourself.

“I’ve tried to curb it with a potion but it didn’t work,” you admitted weakly. “I thought that weed killer would work.”

His eyes widened, “Weed ki– Y/N that shit’s toxic as fuck!”

Ashamed, you cast your eyes down, “I just tried to fix this.”

Xavier squeezed your hands, “This isn’t fixing anything, you’ve basically been poisoning yourself!”

“And what was I supposed to do?” you snapped back, eyes full of tears. “Waiting patiently for this to kill me? Stay here and do nothing? Fuck Xavier, do you have any idea of how painful this is?”

The gradation in your voice’s volume made your body tremble like a leaf. The anger and bitter sadness had risen up so suddenly, you hadn’t noticed your knuckle turning white as you gripped Xavier’s hand tightly. Realizing how much he had upset you Xavier quickly brought you into another hug, whispering apologies and shushing sounds into your ear. The angry bubbling turned into sobs, and soon you ended up whimpering in Xavier’s arms again.

After a few moments, you sniffled. “Just…can you stay by my side?” you asked with a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone before…before it ends.”

Xavier lifted your chin, making you look up at his glossy hazel eyes. The emotions they held seemed enough to bring a man to his knees. “Of course,” he breathed out softly, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

Despite the hot tears starting to flow again a relieved smile stretched your trembling lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, and hugged him again.

For now, all you wanted was to spend as much time as you could with Xavier. Even if it was only as his best friend, it was already enough for you. The time you had spent together had always been your oxygen, something that got you through the days. It could help to push away the crushing fear of dying long enough. It had to.

Gently tugging you from the hug, Xavier pressed his forehead against yours, “You’re my girl, remember? There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

You tried to smile weakly, “Thank you…”

He kissed your forehead so softly, like you were made of glass. His own selfish behavior from the previous weeks taunted him at the back of his mind, plaguing him with guilt. Why didn’t he pay more attention? Why has he let himself be blinded by some weird fascination for a girl who clearly didn’t give shit about him, while his own best friend was fighting for her life?

Tightly gripping one of your hands, he almost wanted to cry. He had been such a fool.

“Hey,” you said, gently tugging his hand to make him look at you, “it’s gonna be okay, alright?”

He shook his head in defeat, “It’s not fair,” he mumbled to try to hide his broken voice, “I wish we had more time.”

Smiling weakly, you intertwined your fingers together, “We had plenty already. I don’t regret anything.”

Xavier looked up at you; behind the crestfallen look in your eyes, he knew that you were, among other things, referring to your kiss.

“But I do,” he said softly.

Suddenly your heart dropped in your stomach, and for the briefest moment you felt like the world had stopped. Seeing your frozen state, Xavier quickly took your other hand with him in a comforting manner.

“I regret not having given more time to think about us,” he clarified.

Eyes widening, you could only gap at him in disbelief. “You thought about us?” you whispered. He nodded. After how the previous discussion about this topic had ended and his rejection after you kissed…you didn’t believe you’ll talk about this ever again.

“But I thought…you said…”

“Yeah,” he croaked awkwardly, “I know what I said, I’ve been a jerk. And I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you sweetheart, I truly am.”

Casting your eyes down, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that he hadn’t. He definitely had.

“I can’t force you to love me that way if you don’t,” you said feebly. One of his hands came to cradle your cheek, turning your face to him once again.

“But what if I want to?” he said, eyes almost pleading. “What if I want to give it a shot? To give us a chance?”

This took you off-balance for a second. At first you gasped at his words, then frowned slightly.

“I don’t want to force your hand on your feelings for a charity case Xavier,” you warned with a trembling voice. “I don’t need pity-feed love, please.”

His eyes widened, “What? No! Y/N I promise, it’s not that,” he assured, softly stroking his thumb over your cheekbone in an attempt of a soothing gesture. “I know the timing isn’t the best, but I promise you that I’m honest with you.”

Looking at him with big watery eyes, you still quite couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You really want to try this?” you whispered as he nodded with a faint smile. “But…I mean after we kissed…”

Once again, his own previous actions seemed to embarrass him, “I know, I– I didn’t really think then, I’ve been dumb. But after that I started to…to think about this more and more.”

“Then why…why did you invite Bianca?” you asked, still dumbfounded.

“I didn’t want to be the guy playing with your heart,” he said with sad eyes, “not after you had admitted that- that you loved me.”

Hearing him saying it out loud, for the first time ever, made your heart swell and you couldn’t help but smile softly at him, which made him smile too.

“I’ve come to realize that, maybe…maybe I could love you too.”

His words made you frown once again, “I don’t want you to force yourself.”

“I’m not I promise,” he insisted, mentally cursing at himself for his poor choice of words. “I care about you Y/N, a lot. And,” he added with an almost shy smile, “I’ve thought about you as more than a friend before. Often.”

Tears came to your eyes; this time, with joy. “You did?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, “I’ve been wondering recently…why I hadn’t let you in that way.”

That brought an almost sorry look in your eyes. Xavier had the tendency to torture himself – must be his artistic side. No doubt he was giving himself as much hard time as he could about this.

“What changed your mind about this?” you asked softly, curious.

Xavier nervously rubbed his neck, “Well, I had the thought hidden at the back of my mind for a long time but…I guess getting a little push helped.”

Your eyebrows rose, “A push?”

He let out an awkward chuckle, “More like life advice laced with threats from Enid, then Wednesday…definitely more threats on her side.”

That made you laugh a little, picturing the scene in your mind. You could definitely imagine them roasting Xavier to politeness’ limits.

“Bianca spoke to me about this too,” he added.

“She did?” you asked in surprise, “what did she say?”

“Something along the lines of me being an idiot,” he grinned shyly. A laugh escaped your throat, soon followed by Xavier’s.

“Yeah that sounds like something she would say,” you agreed between light laughs. “But seriously,” you added more quietly after a few moments of guiltless euphoria, “why now?”

He hesitated, almost looking ashamed of himself.

“I guess it just started to make sense recently.”

“How so?” you frowned.

“I think the best friend tag put me in more denial than I thought,” he shrugged. “But ever since you asked me about us, you know, in my room that other night…it kept turning in my mind.”. His eyes bore into yours, burning with heavy remorses and unspoken things, “I… I just don’t know when I could return your feelings.”

Unable to contain your smile, you squeezed the hand that was still holding your face. Xavier had feelings for you; he could love you. All he needed was time to figure out his emotions. Maybe there was hope for you after all.

Hugging him tightly, you closed your eyes, hopeful tears escaping them.

“Don’t worry,” you whispered, “I’ll wait for you. I always will.”

Xavier smiled, and pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead.

He had unknowingly lightened a spark of hope in you. You just hoped that his heart would win this race against time in which your own body was trapped, or else you would be lying to him once again. Even if you had promised you would wait for him, you weren’t so sure that the sickness would.

The doctors signed off your release forms the next day. You had just changed from the hospital gown to your casual clothes when someone knocked on your door.

“Come in,” you called out while putting on your shoes.

The door opened on your monochrome roommate.

“Wednesday,” you said surprised, “what are you doing here?”

“I was visiting Eugene,” she said flatly, “I heard you had woken up.”

Despite your initial surprise you nodded, “Yeah, the doctors gave me authorization to go back to school. Not that they can do anything for me anyway, “ you muttered the last part.

“Do they know about your condition?” she asked.

You shook your head, “So far, you’re the only one knowing everything. Weems knows parts of it; so does Xavier.”

“You told him?” she raised her eyebrow.

Almost shyly you cast your eyes down, “Not everything. He doesn’t know he’s…that he has something to do with it.”

After a pause, Wednesday spoke again, “This is a rather strategic decision. If you’re dying, there’s no reason to burden yourself with more guilt from him. You’re probably in enough pain, lucky you.”

It almost made you chuckle, “I’m surprised you actually agree with my feelings.”

“I’m not,” she denied sharply, “like I said, it’s only a strategic move.”

You only shrugged in response.

“How’s Eugene?” you asked in a small voice.

Wednesday’s harsh expression softened a little, “He’s okay. Still unconscious, but okay.”

This news saddened you a little. Sure, Eugene was out of danger, but he didn’t deserve to end up in a hospital bed.

“His mothers asked me to thank you by the way,” she added, and you lifted your head in surprise. “They learned that you had gone to his rescue.”

“Yeah, except I couldn’t help him,” you mumbled bitterly.

She shrugged, “Still, they are passing you their thanks.”

Pulling your jacket, you swallowed your shame. Eugene didn’t owe you anything, you hadn’t been able to help him; you didn’t deserve his mums’ thanks.

“I wished to thank you too,” added Wednesday quietly. At your once again shocked expression she continued, “You didn’t have to run to his aid, yet you didn’t hesitate to. So, thank you.”

Once the initial surprise wore off you smiled slightly, “Is that compassion I heard from you, Wednesday Addams?”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she deadpanned.

“I’m not talking about me though, I’m talking about Eugene. You have a soft spot for that kid.”

She narrowed her eyes at you but said nothing. You chuckled, knowing you were right.

“Well you’re welcome,” you said grabbing your bag – in which the pumpkin plushie Xavier gifted you laid carefully, “Always a pleasure to prove a point.”

“Which point?” she frowned.

“That no matter how much you despise them, you do have feelings Wednesday.”

With that, you left the room and quietly made your way to the entrance where Principal Weems waited for you to bring you back to Nevermore. Even if she looked the same as usual, elegant as ever, you didn’t miss the pitiful look in her eyes everytime she looked at you. The looming figure of upcoming death above you was something she couldn’t ignore; you guessed that it was going to be like this, now.

“Your aunt called,” she told you as the both of you were seated in her car, driving away from the hospital. “She can’t make it to the parents’ week-end.”

This made your heart squeeze a little, but you weren’t exactly surprised, “Oh,” you said simply, “guess I should’ve seen that coming.”

In the corner of your eye you could see the sorry look of Principal Weems. After a few moments of silence, she said, “I didn’t tell her about your condition.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, glad the principal actually kept her word. “I’ll call her this week-end.”

Maybe in the meantime things would change; but you doubted it.

When you reached Nevermore the first place you went to was your room, only to be trapped in a bone-crushing hug by Enid. The werewolf didn’t sound like she was aware of the extent of the disease, because she rambled about the importance of good sleep and healthy feeding in a very cute and concerned way. Apparently, she still thought you had passed out from exhaustion, meaning she hadn’t seen your body the night of the Rave’n. Which was good; with the upcoming arrival of her parents the day after, you knew you couldn’t tell her everything now. Her relationship with her mother had its lots of complications, your health would wait.

Then after reassuring Enid that you were now fine, you grabbed a few of your belongings and made your way to the boys’ dormitory. Xavier opened his door after the first knock.

“Hey,” you said quietly, “can I stay here tonight?”

He smiled softly at you, before letting you in, “Of course.”

His room hadn’t changed much since the last time you had come. It felt oddly comforting, like a safe space. Carefully taking your hands in his, Xavier slowly guided you to his bed. He laid down on his back and you snuggled on his side, head against his chest. One of his hands naturally found its way to your hair, getting lost in your locks. The soothing beating of his heart against your ear seemed enough to keep the both of you alive.

“Does it still hurt?” he mumbled against your hairline.

You nodded, unable to tell him how much pain you were in. “Sometimes it calms down,” you tried to reassure him.

Still, he winced at your words. “I’m not letting you down this time,” he whispered, throat tight, “I promise.”

Craning your head up to look at him, you smiled softly, “I know, Xav. You and me against the world, right?”

The words the both of you had kept saying through your childhood brought a small smile on his face. “Yeah,” he kissed your forehead, “you and me against the world, sweetheart.”

That night, despite the dreadful and irksome sensation of the flowers clawing in your throat, you slept peacefully. No matter how your lungs ached, the only thing that mattered was Xavier’s arms wrapped safely around you.

When the first day of parent’s week-end rolled by the morning after, you knew that it was going to be a long day for both Xavier and you. Even your mutual soothing presences couldn’t tune down the anxiety that grew as the morning went on. From one of the passageways above the quad, Xavier was glancing either to his phone or to the school gates every ten seconds. Waiting for his father to either make an appearance, or a call. Leaning on the balcony next to him you nudged his shoulder with your in a silent gesture of support. He flashed a small smile for reassurance, but you knew the absence of his father hurt him.

“He’s not coming,” he said bitterly.

“There’s still people arriving, maybe he will show up,” you tried.

He tsked, “You know him Y/N. Mighty Vincent Thorpe doesn’t have time for his unworthy son.”

“Hey,” you insisted, putting a hand on his, “don’t say that. You’re kind and talented, no matter what he says.”

Xavier smiled softly at your words, but his eyes were still tainted with sorrow. Cradling his cheek you brushed your thumb over his cheekbones, “You’re worthy to me, Xav. You’re already twice the man your father will ever be.”

His smile broadened and he kissed your palm, muttering a thanks. He shouldn’t dwell on his father's antics; you were there, and that was all that mattered.

“Your aunt’s coming?” he asked quietly, lifting his face from your hand to instead take it in his.

“No,” you said sadly, “she’s busy too. But I’ll call her later.”

This time, it was his turn to frown, “Does she know yet?”

You shook your head, “This isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.”

“Do you want me to be here when you’ll call her?” he suggested softly.

His support offer touched you, but your heart clenched anyway, “No I…this is something I need to do on my own.”

Xavier nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to press the issue further, this was your call to make.

Down in the quad, you noticed that Enid’s family had finally arrived. Even from up here you could practically hear Enid’s anxiety. As you looked back to Xavier to speak, you noticed the lonely figure of Bianca a few feet away from the both of you, hesitant to approach. Xavier followed your eyes and glanced behind his shoulder to the siren.

“I’m going to give Enid some emotional support,” you said softly, squeezing his hand. “We’ll see each other when the buffet starts, okay?”

He nodded, kissing your knuckles as a goodbye. Before you walked away you nodded in Bianca’s direction, “Go talk to her.”

He frowned, slightly surprised by your words, “You’re sure?”

You nodded. Him and Bianca weren’t together anymore, but that didn’t change the fact that they were friends. And after the little heart-to-heart you had with her at the party…you knew she needed her friend.

“She’s alone too, today,” you said, noticing the absence of her mother.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered.

You smiled at him. “You’re not, I promise. Go, I’m going to Enid and I’ll find you later.”

Passing next to Bianca, you mirrored her unusual kind smile. It seemed that your heart-to-heart had unlocked a strange form of compassion. Maybe if you had more time, you could be friends with her, you thought as you went down to the quad.

Crossing the crowded space to get to your blonde roommate, you didn’t expect to run into Wednesday and a handful of black-claded people accompanying her.

“Y/N,” she greeted sharply, “if you’re trying to flee this gruesome social obligation, I must ask you to consider helping me on this matter.”

The plump man behind her let out a rich laugh. “Ah, did our little nightmare finally make a friend, then?”

Wednesday glared at him. But that didn’t seem to disencourage the man who nudged her, “Well, why don’t you introduce us to your friend, my little death trap?”

She rolled her eyes so you took the initiative, extending your hand, “I’m Y/N L/N, Wednesday’s roommate. Pleasure meeting you, sir.”

He shook your hand before bowing his head slightly yet in a very theatrical gesture, “I’m Gomez Addams, Wednesday’s father. Thank you for having welcomed our daughter with open arms.”

You heard Wednesday snort, but you put on a polite smile, “Wednesday’s a very considerate roommate, sir. We get along fine.”

On the corner of your eyes you could notice the way her eyebrows slightly rose up in surprise. Surely, she didn’t expect such compliments; but you had to give it to her, she had been respectful of your boundaries the best she could, no matter how nosy she might have been. Plus, you probably owed her your life for having found you in the woods after the Rave’n.

“Whatever,” she huffed, starting to walk away with her father following her with playful pleas.

“It’s a true delight to see Wednesday getting along with someone,” said a feminine voice from behind you.

You turned around to face a raven-haired woman dressed in a long dramatic dress, hands elegantly crossed in front of her. Despite her rather gloomy appearance, she had kind eyes and a soft smile.

“Thank you for indulging my daughter's behavior, miss L/N,” she said with a smile. “Wednesday has a lot of qualities, but her social skills aren’t of those.”

That made you smile a little, extending your hand to her, “You must be Wednesday’s mother. A pleasure ma’am.”

She came to reach your outreached hand, “My name’s Morticia. A witch, aren’t you Miss L/N? I’ve heard about your aunt’s reputation before.”

You were about to confirm her words, but as soon as her hand touched yours for a handshake, Morticia froze, eyes widening. It was only for a brief moment, a breath really, but once she seemed to regain her spirits the previously kind expression on her face turned into despair.

“Oh poor child,” she whispered, mouth agape. “What a dreadful path you’re on.”

Morticia’s reaction troubled you; what had happened? “Excuse me?”

Her eyes bore into yours, and what you saw surprised you even more: they were glossy with tears.

“I saw what’s plaguing you. You’re cursed with Hanahaki disease, aren’t you?”

Her words stunned you right on the spot. How was this possible? How could she possibly know?

As panic started to overflow your mind, the familiar tickling urge and taste of blood rushed in your throat.

“How?...” you whispered, chest tight and burning under the flower’s pressure.

Her tearful eyes turned into a sympathetic expression, “I am gifted with visions, and I saw what looms over you.”

No matter how hard you tried to restrain them, tears were already gathering in your eyes and you nodded painfully. “You know about the disease? But how? It has been so difficult to learn anything about it.”

She smiled sadly at you, “I know many things about love, dear child. Especially cursed ones.”

As on cue, you coughed a handful of bloodied petals in your hand. Morticia Addams winced at the pitiful sight. Immediately, your eyes flickered to the higher passageway as you felt Xavier’s eyes on you. He must have heard you cough somehow, because even from where you stood, you could see his panicked eyes. He looked ready to jump over the balcony in the blink of an eye, worry consuming him. But you slightly shook your head, mouthing that you were fine. That didn’t erase his discomfort, but at least he started to make his way hurriedly to the stairs instead of rushing down in the dumbest way possible. Morticia didn’t miss any of this.

“Is that him?” asked Wednesday’s mother softly.

You nodded slowly. This was strange, you knew this woman for less than five minutes but her motherly aura somehow made you at ease.

“Does he know?” she pressed carefully, and the negative shake of your head made her heart fill with sadness for you.

“He can never know,” you whispered, casting your eyes down to hide your tears. “It would break him to know it’s somehow his fault.”

She lifted your chin gently, with one finger. The sorrowful, yet kind look she was giving you made your heart swell.

“But he cares about you. I can see that.”

You could only shrug in defeat, “What if it can’t save me?”

She smiled softly at you, “I didn’t see your end, dear child. Only great pain, the one going through. But if that boy is close to you, maybe that’s why my vision didn’t show me your demise.”

That made your eyes widen. Could there still be a chance, like you had hoped?

“Does that mean…do you think there’s still a chance for me to heal, then?” you whispered in disbelief.

Letting go of your chin, she nodded, “My visions are often incomplete, but rarely wrong. And my sight does not fool me, young Y/N. I saw the look you both shared.”. Replacing a strand of hair behind your ear in a mothering care, she smiled, “There is hope, as long as there is love.”

Noticing the upcoming figure of a very concerned Xavier behind you, Morticia smiled one last time.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. I sincerely hope we’ll run into each other again.”

Through your blurry eyes, you offered her a weak but sincere smile. “Me too, Mrs.Addams. And…thank you.”

With one last enigmatic smile, she walked away gracefully to rejoin her family, just as Xavier reached you.

“Hey,” he whispered, “you’re alright?”

Whipping the gathering tears with the back of your hand, you nodded, “Yeah…I made a surprising encounter that’s all.”

He looked over at the dark yet classy figure of Morticia Addams on the other side of the quad and frowned. “Isn’t that Wednesday’s mum?”

Looking at this reassuring mother figure, you smiled softly, “Yeah, she is. She’s great.”

About half an hour later it turned out that no matter how kind your roommate’s mom was, karma had a strange sense of humor. That’s what you thought when the police arrested Gomez Addams for a murder aged 20 years. This definitely put a stain on the joyful ambience of parents’ weekend, but the festivities resumed soon after. As the night started to roll by, you knew that you ultimately had to call your aunt.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to be here for support?” asked Xavier, hand in yours before your room’s door.

“I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, still thankful he offered. “Aunt Cordelia and I will have a lot of things to talk about, it won’t be a fun conversation.”

At his still worried look, you suddenly felt bolder and kissed his cheek, nearly on the corner of his mouth. This wasn’t unusual for the both of you, but it was the first time since you had actually kissed. His eyes widened slightly, but it was soon replaced by a soft smile.

“I’ll text you when it’s over, okay?” you promised him.

“Okay,” he finally admitted, “if anything’s wrong, just text me I’ll be there in a minute.”

His devotion made you smile. Xavier had always been protective of you when you were kids, but since you had confessed your love to him, this was a whole new level, even if he didn’t return your romantic feelings yet.

Reluctantly letting go of his hand, you pushed open your door, catching one last glance before closing it behind you. The silence and emptiness of the room made you let out a long sigh. Enid was sleeping outside with her family, and Wednesday must have been visiting her father in detention. This was the perfect moment to make that phone call.

Grabbing your phone and composing your aunt’s number before courage wore off of you, you stepped on the balcony behind the large web-shaped window. The cool air of the night felt nice against the skin of your sore throat; you had thrown up again quite a lot today, much to Xavier’s worry.

Your aunt picked up at the last ringtone, “Good to know you’re still alive, Y/N,” she said as a greeting.

Her choice of words almost made you choke on your own breath. She had no idea. “Yeah…hi aunt Cordelia…”

On the other side of the phone, you could picture her frowning, “Oooh, what’s with that sad voice, pumpkin? Is something wrong?”

You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out; instead a wave of emotion rushed in your throat, tightening it so hard it made tears come out of your eyes.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” called out your aunt.

And then you broke down in tears, “I’m dying,” you cried out. Here, you said it. Blurted it because every emotion you had repressed recently for the sake of Xavier or anyone else had overwhelmed you, crashing into you like a high wave. And now the tears wouldn't stop.

“Wait, wait, slow down Y/N, slow down,” said the worried voice on the phone, “Take a deep breath, okay?”

“I can’t,” you whimpered in between tears, “it hurts too much. I- I have flowers growing in my lungs and I c-can’t breathe,” you hiccuped. A long, dreadful silence echoed your sobs; so long you thought your aunt had dropped her phone. “Aunt Cordelia?...”

Her rasping voice answered you at last, “You have Hanahaki disease?”

“Yes,” you hiccuped in surprise, “how do you…”

“I just know. It’s Xavier isn’t it?” she cut you off, voice trembling because of the shock.

Trembling, you nodded. She couldn’t see that, but you knew she understood.

“I’m taking the first flight to Nevermore tomorrow morning,” she said curtly, “I’m picking you up.”

“What?” you blurted; the tears had gradually stopped flowing, “why?”

“So we can get you fixed, Y/N,” she said in a harsh tone. But you knew her; the truth was that behind that tone, she was terrified. Still, it didn’t stop you from starting to cry again.

“Please don’t,” you begged, “please. I don’t want to leave Nevermore, not now!”

Your aunt let out a frustrated sigh, “There’s nothing for you here anymore! You need to come back home, so we can start to cure this.”

Her words caught your breath.

“There’s a cure?” you whispered in disbelief. “But I thought…I’ve read nothing about it.”

Suddenly, the tone in your aunt’s voice changed to something softer. And tainted with regrets. “It’s not a pretty thing to do, pumpkin,” she admitted. “It requires making difficult decisions.”

“But…but the disease will disappear if Xavier actually loves me back, isn’t it?” you stuttered frantically. “He’s trying, I promise we have a chance.”

“Oh Y/N…” sighed your aunt, “This isn’t how it works love…”

“We have a chance!” you repeated, starting to cry again, “Please aunt Cordelia, we only need a little more time, don’t make me leave…please…”

“You’re dying, Y/N,” she snapped, “time is a luxury you don’t have!”

The way she had snapped at you startled you; even if she hadn’t always been the most present parent, aunt Cordelia had never screamed or scolded you.

After a brief moment of silence, where she realized her mistake, Cordelia sighed again.

“Listen pumpkin…I’ve already lost your mother, I can’t lose you too…”

Tears continued to roll down your cheeks. You didn’t dare to speak, afraid that your voice would break under the weight of emotions.

“I want to believe in Xavier and you, I really do okay? He’s a good man, and I’m sure he might love you someday.”

“But?” you asked with a trembling voice.

“But…Hanahaki disease never ends well darling,” she said in a sorry tone. “Trust me, I’ve seen people trying to fight it, but no matter how hard they tried they never survived.”

All the hopes that the encounter with Morticia Addams had awakened in your heart suddenly crumbled to ashes.

“So…I’m doomed?” you cried.

The silence that answered you was worth a thousand words. Your back hit the stone wall and you let your whole body slump against it; your legs couldn’t hold you up any longer.

“I’m sorry pumpkin,” muttered your aunt.

Biting your lips not to scream, you managed to let out the words you never thought you’d say, “What is this cure…the one you were talking about?”

Surprisingly, she sounded hesitant now. “It’s a surgical operation,” she explained slowly, “it gets the flowers and roots completely removed. But it comes with a price.”

“Which price?” you whispered between trembling lips.

“You…” she hesitated, “you would forget all memories of Xavier. And it’s highly likely you’ll never get to love again.”

Choking on air, you let out a small strangled cry.

“I can’t,” you croaked, “you can’t ask me to do this.”

“Y/N darling, I understand,” she begged, “but you must if you want to live.”

You squeezed your eyes tight, like you could suddenly wake up from this nightmare, leaving it all behind with the retiring night.

“I understand he’s important to you,” she conceded gently, “are you really willing to die for him though?”

Your answer was instantaneous, “I have faith in him. I can- we can do this, I know it.”

She remained silent. Maybe you were already too deep into denial for her to change your mind. So she sighed in defeat.

“You’re as stubborn as your mother,” she said quietly, “if I let you stay at Nevermore, would you promise me that if he can’t save you on time you would consider getting the flowers removed?”

The hesitation was what betrayed you, “I…I can’t promise you that.”. But she already knew the answer.

“I know. But I also know that you won’t completely push away the possibility. I love you, pumpkin.”

Before you could add anything, she hung up. Shoulders slumping you buried your face in your hands, letting tears down.

How did the hope that had been building up over the last two days become so fragile? You wanted to believe in Xavier, with all of your heart you truly did. It just was beginning to be incredibly harder that you had thought.

[Part.7]

A/N: yes hello, in this house we worship Morticia Addams like the queen she is in every single one of her adaptations, thank you So yeah, not much action in that chapter ksjfbkbgk but I loved writing soft Xavier with reader QwQ

Also, a lot of you asked how many chapters this fic would be! I don’t know for sure, but given how I write, I think it’ll be around 10 chapters!

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goldenempyrean · 1 year ago

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Helping Her Out

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Wanda green eyes glance away from her phone as her attention is called away at the sound of Natasha letting out a deep sigh. Curled beside her, the redhead was huddled beneath a layer blanket, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose as she stared down at the book she held, as she attempted to make sense of the words on the page.

Much to her dismay, she wasn’t really having much luck and Natasha found herself sighing once again, closing her book in defeat before laying her head onto Wanda’s chest with an annoyed sniffle.

“What’s up sweet girl?” Wanda murmured, setting her phone aside before running her hand through her girlfriend’s curls, “Not liking how your book is going?” She asked, as somewhat of a bookworm herself, she was all too familiar with knowing how an unexpected plot twists could ruin a good novel.

It was a late Saturday evening, and after a long week of missions, the pair were making the most of their time off before they were inevitably called back to work.

It just so happened that their said time off wasn’t really going to plan. You see, due to the cold climate of the latest mission Natasha had been on, she’d returned back home feeling a little under the weather. Not the flu fortunately. Just the sniffles and a rather nasty cough that refuses to go away no matter how much cough medicine Wanda forced her to take.

Either way, Wanda could see just how frustrated Natasha was getting with herself and wanted so badly to offer a solution. Natasha sniffled softly as she looks up at her girlfriend, using the tip of her finger to push her glasses up as her nose ran slightly. “I literally cannot see a thing.” She huffed somewhat petulantly before letting out a heavy, congested cough into her blankets. Making Wanda add a mental note to wash them later.

“What do you mean you can’t see?” The witch tilted her head slightly, not quite understanding what she meant, “Are you dizzy again?”

“The words.” The redhead sniffled, “The room’s all spinny so it’s making them look too fuzzy. I can’t read them.” The poor woman sounded so defeated as she let the book fall out of her hands and onto the bed.

Now she understood. Wanda returned Natasha’s pout as she picked up the book to save her page before it was lost, “Oh, I’m sorry baby, that’s really frustrating, huh?” She sympathised, letting her hand come to wrap around Nat’s shoulders, hugging her warmly before glancing over at the clock on their bedside table. It wasn’t too late yet, “Well, how about we try something new?”

Now it was Natasha’s turn to look confused as she blinked up at her girlfriend. “Here, you get comfy.” Wanda instructed, moving to set a pillow behind Natasha’s back for support and she waited as her girlfriend got herself comfortable, nuzzling into her side, “How about I read to you a little? That way you can still enjoy your book and you can fall asleep if you get sleepy enough, how does that sound darling?”

Natasha flushed slightly, but nodded her head as she settled comfortably against the pillows. “That sounds perfect.” She rasped out, reaching up to pull off her glasses and she set them down onto the nightstand.

Wanda hummed contently and placed a gentle kiss to the red tip of Natasha’s nose before opening the book to the page the redhead had stopped on last. “Ready darling?” She slides an arm beneath Natasha’s shoulders and coaxes her back against her chest, a position Natasha easily welcomes as she nuzzles her nose against her girlfriends neck and lets out a soft sigh.

“Mhh.” She nods as her eyes instinctively flutter shut, and Wanda couldn’t help but smile in adoration as she slips a hand beneath Natasha’s shirt and begins to trail gentle circles against the warm skin of her back. “Okay…”

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mister-ious · 1 year ago

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this was a great suggestion from @thychuvaluswife to continue the YouTuber!Ghost scenario!

also sorry for posting this super late. been hit by a dangerous disease (procrastination)

I can just imagine Ghost being so done with the whole YouTube thing after the first few (viral) videos that'd been posted. God he’d let out the biggest sigh once Price tells him that he needs to do a Q&A.

The light scratching of Price’s pen on documents was the only sound in this room. Ghost stood right by the door of the office, a deadpan gaze set on whatever Price was signing—probably papers for the deployment of soldiers, maybe forms. "Your fans want you to do a, uh, what was it?" Price taps a rhythm onto his desk with his pen, "A Q and A. Yeah, that." Price smirks, "Soap and Gaz carefully hand-picked the questions just for you."

Ghost would be pissed. Like, out of everyone that was part/knew of this YouTube channel, Price was one of the people he thought would be against something like a Q&A.

"Are you fucking serious?" Ghost was, reasonably, upset; he more or less agreed to be part of this YouTube channel to 'educate people' and to 'promote the military'. He didn't sign up to be some sort of influencer big-shot with internet randoms telling him how hot he is. "You've got to be taking the piss here, Price. I'm not gonna do that."

Honestly, Ghost secretly likes being pined for in the comments. Strangers telling him how hot he is and that they might sign up for the military just for him. It was all too flattering... So sometimes he'd flex a little bit more in some of the videos, wear tighter clothes, shorter sleeves, maybe make his voice a little deeper and rougher even though it wouldn't matter since the editor obscures his voice—still hot either way.

"Hey, LT. Don't worry, me and Gaz picked the perfect questions just for you." Soap gave him a thumbs up, grinning at Gaz. "Don't start, Mactavish." Ghost glared sternly, sat at a desk in one of the offices, getting his mic clipped on and being given a laptop. "I'm just talking you up, sir."

Oh god, Ghost would be teased so hard by 141. He'd also be gossiped about around base, soldiers murmuring about how he went viral, how the internet is fiending for him, how it was unexpected and that he secretly loves the attention. The gossip born from the YouTube channel also gave him some secret admirers at the base—of course he's rejected all of them due to fraternisation.

"Heard that the viewers wanted a Q and A," Ghost introduced, lifting the laptop in his hand, "So.. here it is." "Woo!" Soap cheers, clapping his hands, leading a landslide of applause from everyone else in the room. Ghost grumbles a quiet "bloody hell" under his breath as he tilted his head down.

Post recording and editing, Soap would have his voice pitched annoyingly high as per Ghost's request whenever he'd butt in the Q&A. Gaz would laugh here and there but would ultimately stay quiet.

"First question– are you fucking serious? Who picked this? This isn't even a question." "Read it out, sir." Gaz chortles, earning a cold, mean, and bitter stare that screamed 'you won't get away with this' from his lieutenant. There's a slight grimace that makes itself visible from inside the balaclava. "Twerk." He mumbles, keeping his piercing stare on both Gaz and Soap—two big and beautiful smiles on their faces. Ghost looks back at the camera, exhaling, "Only special people get to see that, love."

was that even accurate? would he ever say that? i don't even know and i apologise if he was ooc here,,

The total amount of questions that made it into the roster for the video were ten. All were just: What do you look for in a woman? Can he post a video where he's shirtless? What was the ideal date? How tall are you? Do you prefer shorter people? Do you like men?

Ghost was able to sprinkle some of his silly puns in the video when he was asked about his best pickup line. "I got one for you." Ghost coughs, "I like women how I like my coffee. Ground up in a can." A silence that lasted longer than it should've followed.

I think that clip would probably get him in a bit of trouble on the internet—but not enough trouble where he had to go do something about it. Maybe just me though.

Oh my god and Gaz would put TikTok edits for Ghost to react to. It'd be so embarrassing I'm so sorry.

"How old are these people? What is this video tribute?"

The comments under this video would be filled with stuff about how he's so attractive, he has such a funny personality, 'i wont him'. The usual thirst comments. They’d also talk about the other Scottish and English dudes in the background. ‘Who are they?’

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masiy-blooms · 2 months ago

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II ep 17: My ending

"See, Mephone didn't just make the show.. he made you."

You'd look over at Knife.. then Mephone4 who was on the call and then you'd look up at Cobs with disbelief..

Hehehe…hehehehehe….. you began laughing…tears shedding slightly…looking down

Cobs, and Knife we're taken back by your reaction.. Knife speaking.

"Are you ok..?"

Nothing is real….nothing…I’m nothing…hehehehehehehheehHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH!!!!!!!!

You laugh maniacally while crying

Cobs watched you laugh hysterically..

"You really find it funny that most of your identity is artificial..?"

Cobs tilted his head, almost examining your reaction but also in a mocking way.

…..Shut up… You said in anger

"Oh I hit a nerve didn't I? You're clearly upset.. and yet you laugh.. do you find me being the creator funny..?"

Cobs smirked and chuckled, clearly finding your reaction funny and entertaining, Mephone4 also seemed to be concerned while on the phone. And well.. Knife seemed concerned for you.

you threw a heavy object at Cobs in anger

SHUT. UP

The object hit Cobs on the forehead but only managed to knock his glasses off..

"Hey now! Don't you dare throw anything at me!"

Cobs replied, looking annoyed but still a bit amused as he picked up his glasses off the ground

SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

You repeated and screamed at Cobs

Cobs looked irritated now by your screaming..

"I don't take orders from you! You're the one that's artificial here so I can do whatever I want! So how about you shut up and stop being a brat!"

……you want real…? You want…Reality?

Cobs' look softened and he smirked..

"Go on, show me what reality really is then."

You pounced on Cobs punching him hard as possible, angry screaming….while knife watched and mephone4 hearing the onslaught….

The unexpected pounce on him from you definitely caught Cobs by surprise and it hurt like hell from how hard you hit him… it knocked his glasses off and even gave him a bit of a bloody nose due to the impact.

Both Mephone4 and Knife were taken back by your actions.

You then grabbed his chair and beat the shit out of him with it

THIS IS ME!! NITSUKI! YOUR CREATION! You said in blinded rage

Cobs was definitely in a lot of pain by now as you continued to beat him down with the chair..

"O-Ouch! GAH!! S-STOP!" Cobs shouted out in pain and tried to defend himself by covering his face with his arms to block your attacks on him..

Bring them back…! Bring them back! You said angrily

Cobs winced in pain from your beatings on him… he was bleeding a bit from his nose.. looking up at you when you demanded for him to bring who back..

"A-Ah.. who… w-who do you want back..??"

EVERYONE…! YOU KILLED . EVERYONE….

Cobs' eyes widen by your words, clearly not expecting you to say that..

"E-Everyone..??" Cobs stuttered, he looked shocked but also terrified of you by your words..

….mephone created us…you better find a way to bring them back cobs…

Cobs didn’t know if he should take that as a threat.. it sounded like one..

"I..I can't..! They're fake! It..can't..b-be done!" Cobs said, refusing to do so.

….ill kill MephoneX myself then…

Cobs' expression completely changed from terrified to disbelief..

"N-NO! D-Don't you dare."

You curb stomped him in the throat before walking to the door

Cobs shouted out in pain as you curb stomped him in the throat as he coughed blood on the floor , looking panicked as he watched you walk over to the door

"H-Hey! Where are you going..?!?!" He said while blood was in his mouth

….knife…

Knife looked quite shocked when you called out his name as he was watching the whole ordeal between you and Cobs.

"Y-Yeah..?"

Don’t let him bleed out…when I come back…I’m finishing the job…your final challenge is…kill every mephone that try to kill mephone4….destroy every thing here that abused him…

Knife was taken back by how serious you sounded but didn't say a word but just nodded in confirmation. As for Cobs, he looked very scared and worried now as you threatened to finish the job..

….. you left Meeple headquarters to kill mephoneX

Cobs watched you walk out, looking panicked.

"..Damnit.." Cobs grumbled and winced in pain, still hurt from all the beatings you gave him.

Mephone4 looked quite shook up from the situation that just occurred hearing the beating in audio..he then hung up…confused and scared of you were going to hurt him next…but you would…

You made it to the hotel…you heard the loud blare…MephoneX

MephoneX making the ominous loud blare sound…

His screen showing a red X approaching lightbulb

MephoneX.. you called before he did more damage

MephoneX stopped doing the deafening loud blaring sound and quickly turned around, turning from his giant red X state

“..?”

Tell me….Why?

MephoneX looked a with no expression by your question at first but knew what you were referring to.

But it doesn’t matter…Cobs was controlling him…to delete everyone…he didn’t say anything just looked at you…no words

You know…I use to think…when I met Steve Cobs I thought he was a good person…but after stuff went real….i see your just cobs’ tool…he wants you to make mephone4 scream…..like the bitch that he is….

MephoneX still didn’t say anything.. staring at you with an expressionless black and white screen..

….why…?

MephoneX’ screen still displayed no expression…the silence didn’t help.. and it didn’t look like he was going to speak

Do you think what you’re doing is right…? Or is Cobs hurting you….forcing you to do this..?

MephoneX’ screen glitched for a split second, as if he reacted but remained blank..

"..Yes." MephoneX spoke finally, he believed what he was doing was right..

“…….”

You grabbed an axe and split him in half…he’s dead now

MephoneX didn’t even have a chance to react.. you just quickly grabbed a nearby axe and split his body in half..

MephoneX didn’t move.. nothing no words..just a static screen displayed on him at this point.

You ran to lightbulb and paintbrush and hugged them slightly covering them in cobs’ blood

Seeing you suddenly run in to quickly hug Lightbulb and Paintbrush startled them quite a bit but you hugged them tightly as you was still covering in blood

"Ack- O-Oh my-.. A-Are you ok??" Lightbulb asked and was quite worried by your appearance

………

you said nothing….as you were showing no emotion

Paintbrush looked worried as well by your silence and blood-covered appearance..

"What..happened to you.." Paintbrush asked as they gently rubbed your back to try and calm you down.

Both Lightbulb and Paintbrush continue to try and calm you down, wondering what happened to you or what even happened at all that made you like this.

you use to be optimistic and a calm introvert…now your…this

Both Lightbulb and Paintbrush knew how you was originally.. seeing how you are now was quite the shock to them. They were worried and concerned by you since they had never seen you in this condition before..

Paintbrush gently grabbed your shoulder and spoke

“..Hey.. what happened..?” They asked, looking into your eyes trying to get a word out of you..

….Mephone4 created us….we’re not real….just an imagination….

Part 2 coming soon

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kiryoutann · 2 years ago

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Amidst the noisy conference room due to the nobles arguing, Childe sat silently letting them debate each other. The subjects they talked about were important, but his thoughts were too heavy for him to follow. Not rarely, one of the lords asked about his thoughts on the subject and received no response.

His brain is somewhere else.

Even though he hadn't shed a tear at the day of death and also the funeral, it was hard for him to go even a second without thinking about what had happened to his father. Emptiness came with many questions that he couldn't fathom.

As if they could read his mind, the topic shifted to the King's death.

“What about the late King's death investigation? Are there any findings yet?” one of the nobles asked, starting a new conversation.

Dmitri, who during the conference acted as Childe's spokesperson, had chosen to remain silent, shaking his head in shame. "Not yet, Your Excellency." He gave an answer.

The whole room expressed their disappointment. Various words that were too soft and fast added an atmosphere that made anyone who felt it impatient. The nobles of Snezhnaya are frustrated and confused.

"Why haven't there been any findings yet? This is important! We must find out who dared to threaten Snezhnaya's land and kill the late king!"

"That's right!"

"Gentlemen, please maintain your composure."

The person's voice miraculously silenced them, leaving only the echoes of the conversation earlier before attention shifted to the man who rose from his seat. Aside from his recognizable handsome face, Duke Maxim emphasized his existence with the determined look he threw at their prince.

Rumors had long been circulating about him being one of the people who were with the late king before the incident occurred, automatically making him the one who witnessed the king's death in person. The nobles wondered if he was here to say anything about it.

“Your Highness, Prince Childe. If I am permitted to testify, I will tell the truth about what occurred that day."

Despite the fact that he mentioned something unexpected again, none of the nobles dared to interrupt him. The ginger-haired man was the center of attention as everyone awaited his approval for Maxim to speak.

There was a pause before Childe said, "Speak."

Now that he has received his permission, and he then began to speak, "On that tragic day, I and His Majesty were sipping tea with Prince Shiva of Liyue and Her Highness Princess (Y/N)."

From the mention of your name, his fingers stiffen.

"Everything seemed fine at first." Maxim took a deep breath, giving a tense pause to those listening. “Everything seemedfine.. until His Majesty took a sip of his tea and suddenly coughed up blood before falling to the floor convulsing.”

Some of the nobles started whispering under their breath. Childe remained frozen in his seat.

"For something so terrible to happen when His Majesty met the Prince... it needs to be looked at more thoroughly."

Childe had already deduced what Maxim was attempting to tell him from his sentence. However, something in his heart was reluctant to believe it so he had the urge to ask and confirm it again.

"What are you implying?" He said, cold and dangerous.

“The possible mastermind behind all this,”—Maxim made sure he looked him in the eyes—“is Prince Shiva.”

Instantly, the room erupted in disbelief. The nobles whispered, some agreed with his assumptions, while the rest were still in doubt. As if the bomb he dropped wasn't enough to blow up the atmosphere, Maxim opened his mouth again.

"And that doesn't rule out the possibility that Princess (Y/N) is involved in it."

Blue eyes shot open. Childe was beside himself in a split second, filled with rage and confusion.

That's impossible.. right?

Childe had no idea where to direct his rage. As for Shiva, he was pretty sure he was the one capable of such dirty ways. But you? He couldn’t imagine you getting into this. However, what if it turns out that he doesn't know you very well and that you truly assisted your older brother in his vile act? Without realizing it, Childe began to be eaten up by doubts which were then followed by feelings of betrayal even though the facts had not been confirmed.

“Duke, are you certain about this?” one of the nobles asked.

"Of course! And I'm not stating this without proof." Maxim took something out of his pocket and put it on the teak table. "On that day, I asked a researcher to examine the tea's composition, and the results showed that a toxic flower called Silence was present,"

A white petalled blossom on a handkerchief completely captured the attention of the entire table.

Maxim glanced at Childe, "Uniquely, this flower only grows in Liyue."

Liyue.

Fingernails dug into palms from how tightly Childe clenched his fists. Molar teeth rubbed against each other from his efforts to hold back the anger that had reached its peak.

Why is this happening?

Not only had he lost his father, now Childe had to accept that there was a possibility that this was all the doing of the Prince of Liyue. When he was ready to give up all his ambitions about destroying it—just for your sake—he was faced with a dilemma in choosing between avenging his father and burying this, as his parents had done with Anton's death.

“If what Duke Maxim said is true, Your Highness, you must quickly take action to imprison Prince Shiva!”

"Are you mad?! Without solid proof, it will only cause diplomatic problems. You must remember that the Emperor will not remain silent!”

One lashed back, splitting the group into two. The sound of chairs being pushed back was heard as the nobles stood up from their seats. The atmosphere became uncontrollably chaotic, as if these people had forgotten that the Crown Prince was still sitting among them.

“What more proof are you waiting for?! That is evident! Liyue has once again waged war on us!” One response followed another.

"In that case, His Highness should also take action on Princess (Y/N)—"

A fist slammed onto the table. The chatter died down as the nobles' attention was drawn to Childe, who stood with pale knuckles. He raised his head, revealing a deadly brilliant blue, his glare as if to warn that anyone who dared to open their mouths one more time would die.

"Talk like that again and I'll line up all of your heads on this table."

Everyone in the room knew that wasn't an empty threat. Even though there was no sword at his side, they knew Childe was more than capable of figuring out how to do that. They resumed their seats in a civilized manner as if the ruckus had never happened. However, in a situation that was conducive again, Childe could no longer see a purpose in it when his mind was so chaotic.

Dmitri watched the man rise from his chair to leave the conference room.

How ironic.

The hallway he took to go to his room resounded with the sound of his shoes hitting the floor. Childe took wide and fast steps, he never stopped to catch his breath. So why didn't the heaviness in his shoulders go away? He felt as though the entire weight of the planet was being placed on his feet.

Childe was about ready to give up everything. He has made many decisions based on his half brain with love. Why did something like this have to happen?

The door to his room was slammed by him after he entered. Childe couldn't decide whether the emptiness or the rage that was suddenly consuming him was worse. Where should he throw this strong emotion? Who should he be angry with? He got the impression that the world tended to intervene in his life just when he was about to experience bliss.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening violently. The blue eyes widened as they landed on your figure. Your chest rose and fell as you ran here. Yet instead of the usual joy, your arrival this time sparked confusion and doubt.

Before Childe asked anything, you had called his name.

“Ajax!”

For the first time, he felt conflicted from seeing you.

Meanwhile, you scan his face and notice how tired he looks. It must be because of the series of emergency meetings held by the nobles who insisted on discussing the succession as soon as possible. You hesitated to say it until the memory of your vision hit you in the head.

“(Y/N)—“

"Don't go to the conference tomorrow."

It was said so suddenly, you know. However, this is all you do for him, only for him.

“..Why?” Childe asked, softly but not timidly.

That gaze didn't leave you as you took a deep breath before saying: “There is someone planning to kill you.”

Instead of furrowing his brows, his blue eyes widened as if he had expected this to happen. Doubt grew thicker in his mind. The chattering of the nobles from the conference earlier buzzed around saying that maybe they were right about you and Shiva.

But, if that was right, wouldn't it be suicide to tell him this?

Childe never realized what an enigma you were until now. Behind that pretty face, what are you hiding? Where are you standing? Is this a ruse to keep him distracted and unprepared for what comes next? Or maybe you really are telling the truth?

“.. What?”

"That's right!" You try to push away the doubts. “They've had poison ready for you. So, please don't go!”

Childe felt his heartbeat quicken. "Who are they'?"

The silence felt strange. Anxiety anchored in his heart from no answer from you. He didn't miss how you bit your trembling lips. Childe clenched his fists at his sides.

Why are you hesitating?

If you are really the mastermind behind all this, can Childe take an oath to destroy the land of Liyue—which, ironically, is your birthplace? And if one day his heart has that urge, the sweet memory he shared with you.. will it burn with it in the end?

You replay your memory of your vision and are back at a dead end when you find the faces are still as blurry as before. Frustration floods over you, and despair has never been so intense.

"I... I don't know." Is the answer you can give him.

However, all that did was add to the chains holding his mind back from thinking clearly. Childe is in tunnel vision. Your answer he concluded as you were protecting someone—Shiva.

A scoff escaped his lips. "You don’t know?" There was anger inside of him and it got stronger in seconds.

"Then, how did you know about this plan, (Y/N)?"

Childe's last question made you freeze.

This is the end of the big secret you've been keeping hidden. You just didn't think you'd reveal it for his sake. How ironic, didn't you vowed that you'd use it to bring him to his doom? In comparison to now, your despair is caused by his hesitation to trust you. Is it possible that humans were created with a short lifetime to make decisions and then watch themselves turn away from them in the blink of an eye?

There is no turning back now. It's pointless to turn back. Out of fear you might have second thoughts, you don't take a breath before saying it.

"I can see the future."

In this moment, time itself felt endless. You watched the expression on his face change, swept away by something—no, it wasn't shock—Childe stared at you in such obvious disbelief that you were sure he had thought you were crazy and delusional.

“What?”

From his intonation, your throat tightens. "I know this is hard to believe." What else can you tell him to convince him to believe you? “But, you have to believe me!”

"You think this is the right time to joke around—"

"No!" You yelled. “I'm serious! I can actually see the future!”

Please,

Please, believe me!

A mocking scoff came out of him, though that didn't dampen the anger that was building up inside him. “You think that crazy talk will be enough to cover up your brother's abominations—!”

“I know your agreement with Duke Maxim!”

Your interruption froze his tongue. Now those blue eyes widened under furrowed brows. He was completely speechless, he had nothing else to do but show the shock on his face.

You swallow. "I know you initially planned to use his weaponry in your attack on Liyue after you ascended to the throne." You continued and Childe felt a chill run down his spine. "However, due to the incident that day at the tea party, you decided to terminate all of that."

Just when he thought that was the most shocking thing you could say, you opened your mouth again to tell him something else.

"The day I was poisoned at my own tea party, I had a vision of someone poisoning Lumine's tea."

Childe's chest ached. "Don't tell me you—“

"That's correct," you cut in, hands clenched at your sides, praying for the strength to utter what comes next. "I switched her tea for mine and drank it."

Anger mixed through his veins and flowed through his blood throughout his body. Childe was in flames. His shoulders had never been so heavy, and he was trembling. He is unsure of which is worse—that you did something so crazy, or that you spoke so casually about your confession, as if you had no concerns about yourself.

"Why?" His voice started in a whisper which then escalated into a yell. “Why?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!”

“Because I know you love her!!”

Was that fact so heartbreaking that you cried after finishing it? Tears fell on the floor. If one collects it in a bottle, it's possible to be able to sink the world with you. Something from your sentence consumes you, eats you alive yet, yet you collected all of your willpower to continue standing in front of him.

A breath you take. "I know you love her so much that I'm afraid it will add to your grudge if something happens to her." You almost whispered, afraid that any louder than that would make your pain more obvious.

The intensity of emotions that once fluctuated like waves returned. Childe felt his head throbbing in pain. However, all of that was eclipsed by a burning sensation in his chest. His heart was filled with guilt and shame, the remainder taken over by doubt—which despite hearing it all—made it hard to believe that you could actually see the future.

“I also know that you intended to kill me from the start.”

Instantly, his airway was blocked by a lump in the back of his throat. Pain coursed through his body along with his limp bones. His tongue had never been this bitter. Those eyes looked as if they were dipped in pain.

Hearing you talk about it in that way makes him wonder if you're really talking about him. Childe realized he had grown too far when he found his former self so foreign. How the world has changed; now, the only thing he wants in the whole world is to keep you safe.

".. Why are you telling me this?" He spoke softly before loudly, "You know I was going to kill you, then why are you telling me all this?!"

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

Because I love you.. because I love you..

It repeated over and over in his mind from the fear it would evaporate away with the changing of the seasons. Jaws gaping open. It was what he had wanted for the longest time—to hear those three words leave your lips and aim at him.

However, with his heart filled with negativity, he couldn't accept anything even if it was to heal him.

You took a new breath in between your sobs. "Because I love you," Your voice is hoarse, breathy full of emotions.

With this love confession, you're letting him know that it's him that you want. It is his hand that you want to cup and place against your cheek. It is his lips that you want to feel on top of yours. But, for now, Childe should know you're saying this because the only thing you want most in this world is his safety.

"So please.. please.." You whispered after a moment. "The only thing I want of you is to keep yourself safe.”

But what good is a love confession if the listener is deafened by endless emotional turmoil? Childe was still silent, biting the inside of his cheek as he tried to keep his hands from taking you into his arms. For now, he is nothing more than a disarranged soul incapable of giving a warm embrace while whispering honeyed words.

So he stepped past you. The silence was filled with the sound of the door opening before closing again. He has left you.

And so, you cry until you choke on your own tears. Your knees gave way, sending you plunging into the cold now that he had left. It hurts, it hurts so much. The weight pressing against your chest feels so heavy that you are suffocating. Despite that, the love you have for him remains in your heart, reminding you that it has nowhere to go.

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psychospore · 2 years ago

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Someone Special

A/N: Hello Tumblr Friends! Sorry for the unexpected hiatus but I'm back with a new fic for y'all

If you like this, you might wanna check out my Masterlist for more fics – smutty and fluffy and sometimes a bit angsty

@twhxhck tagging you on my new one :D

Pairing: Avenger!Loki x Y/N

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: mentions of torture, violence, death, fluff, mutual pining etc.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Tony and Steve rescued Y/N from an underwater HYDRA experimentation facility that conducted Human-Animal Splicing Experiments. With a low chance of survival, HYDRA successfully spliced Y/N with a Peacock Mantis Shrimp with the intention of creating advanced weaponry to conquer the world.

The two Avengers rescued Y/N and shut down the system to prevent HYDRA from continuing the program. During Y/N’s rehabilitation in the Avenger’s tower, she has found an expected companion in the form of Loki – who she met while sneaking one night to grab a bite. With her enhanced vision, she was able to surprise Loki that she was able to see him despite his invisibility.

Months of constant interaction made Loki grow fond of Y/N, he is in denial of these growing feelings towards Y/N – thinking it was not a good idea for her to be closer to him given his track record. He grew distant, Y/N noticing this wanted to confront him but had to push it back due to a mission back to the HYDRA laboratory where they found her. Stark gifted Y/N with a full white nano-suit, a long white overcoat, and heavy gauntlets resembling a Peacock Mantis Shrimp’s dactyl limbs.

The Avengers were caught in a pinch when super soldiers cornered them, they were not aware before their mission that HYDRA has developed a serum to temporarily enhance these soldiers with the powers of a cockroach – nasty but freaking resilient despite losing limbs.

Y/N had to fight one of her comrades spliced with the Diabolical Ironclad Beetle, a perfect defense against her, during the mission. Her barrage of power-packed punches destroyed most of the room but barely had any effects on the spliced enemy in front of her. He deflected her attacks and knocked her out with a blow to the stomach, making her cough up blood as she noticed a hole in her caved-in torso.

After being captured, tortured, and injected with the triggering serum to activate her dormant powers – partially transforming into a Peacock Mantis Shrimp as she convulsed in inexplicable pain – red antennae grew from her head, her long brown hair, tainted green with red tips, eyes turned red – to fully activate vision able to see both UV and polarizing light, her whole suit and overcoat turned to fully resemble her spliced animal – gauntlets turning green with gloves turning red, overcoat turning into the green hue with the lower part turning into fan-like segmented carapace-like disks with red edges. Chest and facial plates grew that resemble carapaces partly with the help of the nanobots from the suit.

Unlike her other comrades, Y/N retained a part of her humanity, she ordered the rest of the Avengers – Nat, Steve, Bruce, Thor, and Loki to head back to the ship to assist Tony and Clint who were already busy fending off the 2 Leviathan attacking the Submarine. Loki was hesitant to get back and wanted Y/N to go back with them – their first interaction after Loki decided to avoid her. Y/N assured him that she can handle it so hesitantly Loki followed, fully trusting Y/N’s decision.

Y/N fought her comrade, leaving him immobile before destroying the control panels and drowning the whole laboratory along with the rest HYDRA soldiers. As she escaped, she grabbed a few vials of the Triggering Serum and Antidote to bring back with her but before she could go out, her comrade decided to have one last fight – trapping them both under the rubble of what was left of the facility under the sea.

With the monsters dead after the fight with the rest of the Avengers, Loki hurriedly went to the destroyed building to retrieve Y/N, his biggest fear lingering – the possibility that she might be dead. He saw Y/N’s unconscious body – the lower half trapped underneath the rubble and the upper half submerged in the water. With all his strength, he removed the large rocks and recovered Y/N’s body, and brought it back to the ship.

He feared she might have drowned – he never left her side as she lay on the table, praying that she comes back. And come back she did – she coughed hard, as she comes back to her senses, exhausted from the fight. She smiled at Loki saying that thank goodness she was able to breathe underwater now or else she would have been a goner before passing out again.

Back at the infirmary at the Avenger’s tower, doctors were running around, hooking her up to the many devices to monitor her condition. Loki was worried the whole time as he felt helpless, his healing magic could only do so much. Thor assured him that Y/N will be fine and he needs to believe in her.

The whole week, Y/N was out, and Loki never left her side. The doctors have decided not to inject her with the antidote just yet, thinking her current state would be optimal for her survival – her human form would not be able to take the damage done to her.

Slowly, Y/N’s eyes fluttered slowly to see a sleeping Loki, sitting by her hospital bed. She brushed Loki’s locks which woke the god.

“How are you feeling now, Y/N?” Loki worriedly asked.

Y/N’s antennae twitched, “Feeling better, but I feel a bit different” she weakly responded.

“I am deeply sorry for not being much help throughout your whole ordeal, you shouldn’t have faced it alone” Loki rubbed her fingers looking dejected.

“That’s alright, it was something that I need to do sooner or later,” she answered.

Soon, the rest of the Avengers poured inside the hospital after being notified by the nurses that Y/N has come to – bringing flowers and well-wishes.

“Your white suit looked good, but your current one looked better,” Tony commented.

“Looking more like a shrimp now?” Y/N joked.

“Can’t say it’s a bad thing,” he responded.

“You need more training when you get released from here. Despite your powers, you got us all worried about you with what you did with the facility,” Steve said, arms crossed.

“Especially my dearest brother, Loki. He hasn’t left you even for a second!” Thor exclaimed.

“You don’t have to tell her that,” Loki crossed, furrowing his brows.

“Nothing to be ashamed of brother – I know you hold Y/N dear so we understand,” Thor responded.

Before Thor and Loki could continue with their banter, Nat interjected, “Okay everyone, let’s let Y/N rest for now so she could recover quick.”

After a few more weeks in the hospital, the doctors cleared Y/N to be discharged.

Loki was reading a book in the lounge when Y/N popped in – now back to her usual form after being injected with the antidote. “Do you mind if I join?” before Loki could answer, Y/N sat beside him.

“How are you feeling now?” Loki asked.

“Much better, I feel like I could fight another freak like me,” Y/N joked.

“You are not a freak Y/N, you know that.”

“Hey, that’s a badge of honor for me now – not everyone gets to survive the whole shit show, now that I realized it,” Y/N responded.

“You didn’t deserve what you went through. Still, a part of me is glad that you’re here with us now,” Loki felt his heart hurt, while he was there at the facility, he saw the manuscripts documenting the harrowing experiments conducted.

“ Yeah, I’m glad to be here too,” Y/N eyes glimmered with hope as she looks outside the floor-to-ceiling window, not noticing Loki was looking at her with much admiration. Vowing to himself he wouldn’t let the same thing happen to her again.

“Y/N…” Loki moved closer to her, cupping her chin with his fingers, and gazing directly into her eyes.

Her heart fluttered with this gesture and before she could respond, Loki to her in a sweet and beautiful kiss that felt like heaven and lasted forever.

Loki broke the kiss to continue, “I couldn’t imagine myself being without you anymore.” Y/N’s face turned beet-red and before she could say anything, Steve walked in. Y/N jumped away covering her face with a throw pillow. She didn’t know how to react.

“Ready for your training, Y/N?” Steve naively asked.

“Perfect timing captain, you couldn’t have walked in a perfect time,” Loki sarcastically answered, leaving Steve confused.

“See in 5 Agent, training room,” Steve responded which Y/N answered with a squeak and a nod.

“Loki… I…” Y/N said.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. We’ll have plenty of time to catch up. Go with the captain now,” Loki smugly smiled at Y/N.

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THE NIGHT BELONGS TO YOU - chapter 4

Blade x fem reader fanfic

MASTERLIST

Summary - Reader's first mission for stellaron hunters takes unexpected turn as IPC's attack unforeseen by Elio forces her to act outside of script

Chapter 4 – If your wings won’t find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone

- Oh shit. Is this a part of the plan? - they exchanged anxious glances.

- It was not in the script...Fuck. - Blade cursed. He gently took her jaw in his hand and turned her head to the side to see if she got hurt by the bullet. Thankfully, not even a scratch was visible on her skin. Relieved man gave her a domineering look and muttered lowly. – Stay behind, I will get the job done. Car is bulletproof.

He came outside. It was truly a sight to behold, his burning sword dealing with enemies one after another, while he danced among them with infernal precision, avoiding all of their attacks. Y/n didn’t plan to be a damsel in distress either, she quietly put on bulletproof vest Blade kept in his car just in case and searched her surroundings for a weapon. She exhaled deeply at the sight of loaded glock. Trying to not think too much about it she opened the door, came out of car and kneeled beside it. Covered by the machine she shot two people who got way too close to her partner in crime for her liking.

His pupils blown wide when he saw her and she could swear he wanted to bend her over his knee and give her a good spanking. With the speed of the lightning he appeared by her side and swung his sword. She heard painful moan from behind her. She turned around. Body of IPC soldier fell to the ground few seconds later. If Blade didn’t hurry she would be dead by now.

- Thank you for saving me. - y/n was too ashamed to look him in the eye.

- Didn’t I tell you to stay in safety? What is wrong with you? - he growled scanning their surroundings for more potential opponents.

- I have some experience with fighting and it’s not my style to let others sacrifice for me. I’m sorry if I was a problem. I will think twice next time.

Blade only groaned in response.

- Let’s get away from here, soon more of them will probably show up. - he barely managed to end this sentence when whistle of a bullet cut him off. Red blood spilled over his shirt around midriff area. He threw a knife in direction of his opponent and judging by sound that came from their side, he managed to aim right into the throat.

- Are you ok? - y/n asked in panic. He snorted.

- I am never OK. Every single one of my days is filled with pain of immortality, I want this pain to stop and I forbid you to stand between me and my end. You cannot safe me. You shouldn’t try to.- Blade pressed his hand to the wound, coughing. - And for Aeons sake, never sacrifice yourself for me, no matter what. It would be a waste to have you suffer for such hopeless individual as me. You can be a pain in the neck, do you know?

Now y/n really had enough of this.

- Since when are you so talkative, hmm? I thought you considered yourself too doomed to even open your mouth in my presence? - she tried to give him a serious look.

- Don’t be such a child. - he responded, clearly irritated. - As long as you don’t do any stupid moves, think whatever you want of me. We didn’t fully trust you at first because Elio couldn’t see much into your future in this timeline so there was no need to get all chatty, was it? Now you proved you are willing to cooperate and how are we supposed to co-work if we don’t communicate? - he tried reasoning with her, but his voice came out weak due to his injuries.

Despite her annoyance she took him by the hand to drag him into the car, she couldn’t let him just bleed out in the middle of the road.

- You tell me. You tell me how are we supposed to work without communication since from the beginning you only tell me what to do. You guys get all those scripts and never tell me a single word out of them. - Y/n raised her voice.

- Stop it already, there is no time to scream at each other right now. - Blade gave up. - Do you know how to drive?

- No. I’m sorry.

- In that case I still have some strength to drive us to the nearest safe place, one of the deserted houses we occupy during our missions occasionally. It’s a few minutes away.- he decided. - For now I will quickly wrap bandage around my waist to not bleed out before we get there. Not that I would mind getting rid of this reincarnation that is already way too long.

- It’s hard to do on your own, let me help. That was my main function during the time we tried to save Arkona. I had to fight sometimes but I was mostly taking care of other’s wounds. I had some experience in that, I was the only caretaker of my mother after her accident so my first thought when the hell begun was to become a nurse.

- I do this for myself for centuries, I will be fine without your help. - he instantly rejected her proposition.

- But it will be faster with some help.

- It would be faster if you didn’t whine so much. - he muttered while handing her a bandage roll with loud sigh. - But if you so insist I guess I would rather let you do this than fight all the way there.

***

She supported his weakened body on the way to the couch. Place was tiny and not very neat, but that was all they had for now. Blade barely walked, there was no way he could endure trip back home in such state.

- Your wound needs to be cleansed and taken care of. - Y/n informed him. - Don’t even try to argue.

- I don’t need this. - he insisted. - If it’s so important to you, you can find ointment in the kitchen if I remember correctly, shelf near the door, right next to hydrogen peroxide.

She didn’t waste any time and quickly grabbed two bottles. When she came back to the living room she almost dropped them. Blade took off both the bandage and his shirt. His toned chest glistened with sweat, she looked down at the wound. Surprisingly, it didn’t look as drastic as it should.

- It’s a part of my curse, my body heals from everything at inhuman speed. Tomorrow I will be fine and we can return to headquarters to report our miserable failure. There is no need to call for help for somebody like me, who only craves death and self-destruction and regenerates like Wolverine.

- Have you watched that movie? - Y/n was a bit surprised Blade used a modern pop-culture reference.

- Not really, Silver Wolf told me all about him, he’s her favourite superhero.

Arkonian smiled at him recalling all cute moments her beloved duo had together.

-You know, - he muttered - for a second I hoped that today will be the last day of my life, I always do. Why do you insist on fixing me? Are you stupid? This blade is broken beyond repair and you are gonna cut yourself if you try to maintain it. - he looked her in the eyes in challenging way.

- What if I understand this and I don’t want to fix you at all? - she took a risk of being vulnerable.

- In that case why do you care about me? - confusion was visible on his face.

- Can I tell you something about my life before Xianzhou Xianzhou?

- I see no need to do this but if you want to I won’t stop you.

Y/n poured a bit of hydrogen peroxide on gauze and pressed it against his wound, He didn’t even flinch or hold his breath.

- Since I remembered I only could rely on my mother, father died right before my 10th birthday and we had no other relatives besides my auntie who lived in a big city and came to visit our village like twice a year. But she used to bring me expensive gifts and was very laid back so as a kid I was enchanted by her.

We lived on a small farm near the holy mountain. We loved this place despite the amount of work we had to do around it . My psychic gift of mediumship had a chance to really bloom thanks to closeness of Saintcross. I felt blessed by the Goddess of divination and guidance who according to legends lived on it’s peak. We called her Light for all the lost souls in our prayers. - when y/n closed her eyes she could still smell flowercrowns of roses they used to sacrifice during the most important holyday related to the Goddess.

- When I was a pre-teen my mother had a terrible accident. Once my mom tried to repair the roof on her own as we had no man in the house and she was a strong, capable woman. She fell down from the ladder. Even tho doctor came as soon as he could and she barely managed to survive this – even after rehabilitation her body was not the same. We suspected they put her bones together in a wrong way or that she got some nerve damage. Her right hand lost most of it’s dexterity, and her back was in constant pain. - Blade looked down at his own hands. Y/n stared at the wall, overwhelmed by homesickness.

- Till Arkona was attacked we went by thanks to painkillers she had to take. But when this crisis happened she lost access to them. She was in such pain she used to pray for death. I couldn’t watch this anymore, but she didn’t have anybody else. She refused to eat more and more often. I massaged her hand and back just like doctor taught me to, but without her pills it just wasn’t enough.

Tears run down her face. She needed a break so she took the ointment and applied it to the wound. Blade didn’t rush her, he just let her gather her thoughts.

- My mother had a heart defect that is passed down in our family, I don’t have it but my mother, grandma and greatgrandma were born with it. It never caused her bigger problems while she was medicated, but when she lost access to her pills... One night her back pain was extremely overwhelming, she cried so hard her heart couldn’t take it anymore. She passed away. I lost my only family that night, auntie stopped contacting us as soon as she heard about mother’s accident so she doesn’t count.- Y/n laughed bitterly.

- Still, I felt relief. - she admitted without shame. - Not because taking care of her was so hard and I couldn’t take her screams of pain anymore tho it was true. I felt relief cause she didn’t have to suffer anymore. I felt greatest pain of my life too, but I didn’t have the right to want her to stay with me when nothing could have been done for her. I couldn’t be happy in my old home knowing that this happiness would be build on her suffering, even if I was so scared, so terrified and I never knew anything else. I know how to let people go when it is necessary and I fucking hate how all things fade. - Blade reached out for her hand but she didn’t even pay attention to him anymore, so he retreated.

- After that I joined rebellion against abominations as a nurse, wanting to use skills I learned for my mother’s sake for the greater good. I was taught how to shoot as a part of the training, but I was always more interested in medical parts of it. But even for my beloved Arkona nothing could have been done.- her voice broke a little. - When it became clear that all is lost in the last desperate attempt to save anything from our culture and civilization we assembled a huge starship with all we had. Few dozens survivors, the last of Arkonians. We somehow managed to get away from our dying planet despite abominations circling it, but our ship crashed on nearby planet due to defects in it’s construction. I was the only one that lived, only because of Lan’s blessing I received that day. Till this day I feel constant survivor’s guilt. Good people found me and for a small price of my mother’s wedding band I took as a memento previously,- her voice choked oh her emotions- they took me to Xianzhou Luofu.

Blade looked at her with endless compassion in his eyes. She couldn’t believe, that a man like him was capable of such gentleness. He felt this kind of empathy only very old and experienced people are able to feel. With wide open eyes he stared at her in silence. She picked up fresh bandage and put it around his waist.

- So be sure of that, I don’t help you cause I hope that you will get better or will rediscover your will to live. I know none of those things will happen. I accept you the way you are, broken blade with all it’s weak points and sharp bits. I won’t try to stop you from death when it comes for you for real cause I have no right to do so. I didn’t massage my mothers hand in hope that it will be better. - she sat down next to him after making sure the bandage was secured. - I just hoped to bring her some relief. We all age and sooner or later most of us will have to live with disabled bodies. Some of us like Firefly have to go through illness and it’s symptoms sooner then the others and all they can do is to try to give their existence meaning and find joy in it despite pain they go through. To me lives like those matter, can be beautiful and worth living. - she looked him straight in the eye, hesitance visible in her gaze. - If you don’t want my help I no longer will push myself on you as I have no right to make such decisions for you either. I will accept it and treat you like a human being with his own mind and right to control what happens with his body. I don’t expect you to be grateful for things you didn’t ask for.

Finally, she stopped speaking. She felt that she bared her souls too much, for too long, that she burdened him with her grief... Before she managed to drown herself in shame and guilt he spoke up.

- I don’t remember much from my life as Yingxing. Last clear memories I have ... Sight of this forsaken woman, killing me time and time again. Her sword plunging into my insides. Carving her cursed mantra into my brain... “out of five people...”. Yes. Even when I think of this, phantom pains pierce through my whole body. All I want is for them to stop. The few things from Yingxing life I can still recall... Eyes of the man whose arrogance put me in this situation, man I promised to kill...I promised to her.

Arkonian shifted uncomfortably in her seat but the sight of madness in his eyes stopped her from interrupting. Unaware of her reaction Blade continued, his attention for once not on y/n.

- I also remember joy of creation. How my hands moved, so precisely. My muscle memory never failed me. They never failed me. My talented hands and things that they created where my joy, my pride. I never imagined that one day I could lose it. At first when I realized that my hands got damaged beyond repair in process of torture she inflicted on me and nothing can be done about it I became depressed. Completely apathetic to the world around me. I lived in wilderness, glad that at least I can still use the sword, but I had no purpose. Eventually driven by desperation I decided to sacrifice myself to become weapon, my last creation. Just like that, it didn’t matter to me anymore that I couldn’t craft swords, I forged myself into a Blade, and I seek fight cause the only way can a Blade die – is to get broken while it is unsheathed. Before that will happen I plan to do anything possible to take away life of the man who manipulated me, used my arrogance against me and turned me into this monster! - Blade almost screamed out the last part, aura of insanity surrounded him.

Y/n thought to herself, that the one who truly changed his life into nightmare was the woman who killed him so many times instead. Whole thing seemed super shady to her – Blade had no memories left and all he spoke about was based on his assumptions and all that mad woman told him when she was attacking him. Still, y/n let him speak further.

- I don’t crave to be the man I once was again, I have no such ambition. I gave myself new purpose and I want to fulfill it with all my potential, unless death will bless me with an ending to my pain sooner. You don’t plan to keep me from it? Very well, it would be unwise of you to even dream of it. - he went silent for a few seconds, and closed his eyes. Y/n rubbed his shoulder trying to calm him down a bit and he let her do so. When he opened them again he looked way more sane. - Most people won’t believe this due to drastic changes in my behaviour occurring when I become mara struck, but my mind is just as sharp as it has always been. I don’t need to make machines with my own hands in order to know perfectly how they will work. I lost most of my interest in my past hobbies by now, but my opinions are still very valuable. That’s why Elio requested my assistance for the project which resulted in creation of the machine he wanted us to try out. I won’t pretend that I wasn’t a little bit excited by the opportunity. - he choked on the last words that came out of his mouth. Attitude and energy faded away from his system at the same time, he looked pale, tired and small.

- Don’t worry – y/n interrupted, her hands hesitantly leaving his body. - There will be another occasion to do so. For now please try to rest, so your body can regenerate properly, even if you don’t want it to. The sooner we will be able to come back to headquarters the better. - she hanged back for a moment before she spoke up again. - Blade? Are your hands in pain?

He glared at her through his long eyelashes. She felt her heart skip a beat but tried to repress her feelings for the man in front of her. It wasn’t the right time for such things.

- Yes, they are. Sometimes whole my body is in pain. Why would you ask?

- If you wouldn’t mind I would gladly massage them for you on the worse days. - man glared at her in response to such a brash idea – It used to help my mother a bit so maybe it could be of use to you as well. It will not make them work better with your kind of damage I believe, but it might make them less stiff and relieve the pain to some extent.

- I will consider this, but if I were you I wouldn’t get my hopes too high. - Blade answered, knowing already he wanted to give it a try, even tho he did not expect it to help in any way.

She got up and left the room taking hydrogen peroxide and ointment with her. It was a long day for both of them and she felt it in every single one of her muscles.

- I take the bedroom, you make yourself comfortable here. See you tomorrow in the morning. - y/n name bid him farewell, walking towards the door.

- Sure. - Blade came back to his usual, laconic self. His gaze followed her till she disappeared on the other side of the door.

***

Kitchen filled with delicious aroma of freshly made comfort food, a cup of hot tea and snacks found in the cabinet. Y/n was extremely grateful to the last team who used the flat for replenishing food supplies. Could morning be any better?

As soon as Blade entered the kitchen with only shower towel wrapped around his waist, Y/n came to a conclusion that it apparently could. His moist skin was glistening, every muscle emphasized in morning light. Where the wound should have been, there was only a scar.

- Good morning. Eat this, you deserve it for saving my life yesterday. - she passed him plate with omelette. He took it without a word and sat down.

- Don’t mention it. How did you sleep? - He tasted the food and his pupils widened.

- It could have been better, but it should be me who asks this question. What about your wound? - she bit her lip.

- I told you already. - he rolled his eyes at her. - You don’t need to worry, my body heals itself quickly. Can’t you see? I’m fine. By the way, y/n?

- Yes, sir?

- This is fucking delicious.

His compliment made her way happier than she would like to be. The amount of power this man held over her, truly shameful. There was no time for that right now, they still had things to do. She cleared her throat before speaking.

- When should we come back to headquarters? I bet others worry about us.

- I don’t think they do, everybody knows I’m basically indestructible. - Blade declared, full of himself. - What kind of bad thing could happen to you while I watch over you?

- I mean yesterday it was pretty close. If you were just a tiny bit slower...

- Yeah, that’s why I plan to train you myself when we return. I don’t trust nobody else with that. After we clean up get into the car, we are going back this morning.- Blade decided.

***

Y/n stared at him for a few minutes before he sighed and questioned her openly, his attention seemingly on the road ahead.

- What is it?

- Why did you really open up to me? I know it’s not because of this mission. It’s not in your style. - she played with the hem of her tank top anxiously, now avoiding eye contact with him.

- If you really have to know that, the day before you fainted I had a serious talk with Elio. That’s why I knew exactly when to appear in front of his door. - he smirked.

Arkonian assumed, that this was the conversation she overheard. The one she mentioned to Firefly. She kept that to herself.

- In short, he finally saw your future. You are more important than you know, but what matters the most for me is that you truly belong with us, won’t betray us and you get along with the girls. - he gave her genuine smile. It was her first time seeing him like that and she already knew it was her favourite sight in the whole wide world. - My company is not the most pleasant one and my mental health is on all time low but if it doesn’t bother you, I guess I don’t mind you hanging out with me.

- So we are friends now? - her eyes lit up with hope.

- We’ll see about that.

Y/n pouted at this dry response, yet somehow she felt better now, as if the weight of his distrust was taken off her shoulders. The road back home has passed quickly and this time with no complications.

***

Mission related to sigil got postponed. Elio explained to them, that untill he will be able to identify the reason of his mistake and eliminate it for the sake of safety of everyone involved in fulfilling scripts based on his prophetic credibility, all the missions are put on hold. Such things happened before, very rarely. Usually Elio pushing himself to channel as much information as possible in a short time and overexerting himself turned out to be the reason. Few days of rest were enough for him to get a grip in the past.

Y/n wondered if that means Blade will return to his previous, cold attitude towards her, but it didn’t seem to be the case.

- Well, prophecies are one thing, but don’t you believe I can also think for myself and judge people correctly? - good-looking swordsman grumbled, sipping coffee from the mug he got as a present from Firefly. - I have been roaming known universe for centuries, saw countless lives pass. There is not a single human experience I wouldn’t be familiar with, I have seen it all.

High pitched sound of microwave’s signal cut him off, with a growl he pulled out two meat pockets from it and passed one of them to y/n. She bit into it cravingly, spicy flavour attacked her taste buds but she wouldn’t want it any other way. Blade sat right next to her at the table.

- You were ready to risk your life just to make sure I won’t get hurt, I did the same for you. That's not the way enemies or strangers usually behave towards each other, am I right? - his patience was running thin. - I know I can trust you. I want to believe that. Do you trust me?

- I mean, sure, you guys did kidnap me like two months ago... but considering the kind of damage IPC would be able to inflict on entire galaxies if they had monopoly on my gift I guess I can forgive you. But only because you all did give me a chance to go away if I wished to do so. - Arkonian smiled at slightly ashamed man.

- Oh come on, you know what I mean. Do you trust me? - he repeated, his sharp eyes gazing into hers. - Whoever you see when you look at what’s left of me. Do you trust that person?

Flashbacks from the last few days appeared in her mind. This man protected her from danger, let her touch his body in weak, vulnerable state. He seemed to truly care about her when there was no reason to do so, no profit from it. Most importantly, he bared his true self, broken fragments of his soul in front of her. She answered with full certainty.

- Yes, I do.

- Why? - his eyes darkened, raw emotion took them over.

- Oh, our lovebirds got up already? - Melodic, feminine voice interrupted their conversation. They didn’t even notice when Kafka came to the kitchen, summoned by alluring smell of breakfast. Blade’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. - This looks so good, can I have one?

Male scoffed with irritation, but gave her the last meat pocket regardless.

- Why are you grumpy like that, Bladie? - woman teased. - You can’t behave all nonchalantly towards y/n when Wolfie has a whole footage of you running through half of our base just to catch her in perfect time before she faints in front of Elio’s office. What a sight! You were like chivalrous knight in hurry to save the honor of the lady of his heart! I’m so glad that part of Elio’s prophecy was correct. - Kafka clearly had the time of her life, while Blade prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him whole. - Have fun you two! - she blew a kiss to her local medium girl and went outside.

- If your question still stands I just wanted to say, that I begun trusting you because you were honest with me during our mission and I am aware of how much it cost you... - Arkonian smirked – but now situation got way more interesting. You are never gonna let me down, right ,,Bladie”?

Reference flew over his head unfortunately. In desperate attempt to distract her from teasing him further Blade decided it was his time to ask questions.

- I’m glad you appreciate my sincerity. I hope you can be just as frank with me in return. So, some of those things you confessed to me yesterday about your life at Xianzhou...

- Yes, dear?

- How close was your friendship with this whole... Master Zhang? - he just couldn’t help but be a little bit jealous that this guy got to co-work with her, not to mention in his area of expertise. Blade was sure that if he was still able to craft, she wouldn’t even look at Zhang’s (probably mediocre in comparison) weapons. Obviously, what’s the point of wasting good spells on them if she could bless his masterpieces instead?

Y/n just rolled her eyes at him in disbelief. His phone vibrated, she glanced at it curiously, knowing it was never locked either way. Message from Elio made her choke a bit on the last bite of her food.

"Everybody gather in my office immediately, it's urgent."

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