#this is the exact plot of every heart a doorway

[prismdewdrop]

dangerous territory 

Summary: jason todd may be exhausted after a long night of vigilance, but if you've stayed up late just to talk to him, he's going to make sure he knows exactly why.

or: jason and reader are both idiots and should probably just kiss, but they're idiots, so they do... whatever this is instead.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: mention of jason's death, mention of dead animals (in reference to the plot of john wick)

Tags: roommates in love, late-night conversations, mutual pining, jason is a little bit of an asshole (affectionate), he's not beating the little shit allegations, jason todd loves reader and is soo not normal about it, pov jason todd, everyone is 18+

A/N: long-time jason todd lover, first-time fic writer!

this work was inspired by @notnotacowpoke 's roommatesverse with jason, and they've been absolutely amazing with betaing and just going insane with me over this. you can read their work on ao3 :))

please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or in the tags! thanks for reading <3

edit (a big thank you): omg thank you so much for the response, everyone! i genuinely can't believe my first fic on a sideblog got so much of a reaction, and I'm so, SO grateful. my inbox is open for your thoughts or requests for jason and his roommate reader! i'd love to say hi and explore this au some more!

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"Jay?" 

The sleep-soft call melts the night and the pain away. 

Halting his lonely trek to his room, Jason Todd turns towards your voice. A fresh bruise catches at the quickness of his movement, but he tucks away the wince into the back of his throat.

You're standing at your door, peering into the dark in his direction.

"Yeah, babe?" 

A low hiss makes it out of his throat as the endearment falls from his mouth. He waits to see if you caught it. You sounded exhausted, drowsy with much-needed sleep, and even in your apartment, the city was never quiet. Whether you heard it or not, though, you don't acknowledge it, waiting to hear a confirmation from him.

His heart aches for a split second, recognizing the fatigue in your voice, like the second skin he wears every day, accompanied by the tinge of fear that keeps him alive – and keeps you waiting to hear for sure if it's him.

"It's me. What's up?" he says again, louder this time.

You open the door wider, stepping more clearly into his view, just a little past the doorway. One side of your face and body is splashed in the ever-glistening lights of the city that leaks into your apartment in a haze of light gray.

The patch of light helps, and so does his helmet's night vision.

He can see you now, and like always, a breath catches in his throat–even rumpled with sleep, you look lovely and soft.

To you, he knows that he's just a larger patch of darkness against the dimness of your shared living room.

"You're back earlier than I thought you would be," you say finally.

He can see the concern flit over your face as you do your best to scan him in the darkness, checking in vain for any obvious wounds or hurts. He watches as your concern deepens when you're unable to make out anything in the dark, still reluctant to ask him to step into the light

"Slow night," he shrugs. 

He steps closer to you, not fully into the light but close enough that you can make out more of his form. He sees the relief wash over your face and your shoulders loosen a little as you clock his unaffected stride and note the lack of any visible wounds. He doesn't mention his new bruise. And he won’t, at least not until you tell him what it is that has kept you up so late. 

"I – well, I was waiting for you to come back..." 

A pause. 

You pull your lip between your teeth, eyes darting over his face, shoulders climbing towards your ears with tension. He can practically see your mind whirring, and he can see the exact moment you decide against finishing your sentence. Your eyes drop, and your shoulders with them. 

A sigh. 

Then: a small smile.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. Which... you are. Clearly. I think. At least, you look—"

You stop yourself, realising that you were babbling. With a pasted-on sheepish smile and an awkwardly cheery wave, you turn towards the door. 

"Well! You must be tired, get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow morning!"

The forced cheer cuts through your fatigue for only a few seconds as you rush the words out and turn towards your room, and he sees the corners of your mouth dipping down the moment you think he can't see your face. You're not a bad liar, by any means. It just so happens that most of the time you're together, you're the only thing Jason sees.

"No."

"What?"

Confusion contorts your face as it snaps to look at him again. Your eyebrows knit together, lips pursing and pushing out into a pout. It's cute, and he's quite sure you have no idea you do this.

"I'm going to camp right out here," he gestures at the (incredibly uncomfortable) couch as he looks straight at you, challenge evident in his voice and in the set of his squared shoulders – "And I am not resting until you tell me what you need."

You frown, lips pressed together into a tight line. You're weighing his response, trying to piece together just how serious he is. Jason reaches up to unclasp his helmet, lifting it off and letting you see that there's very little humor in his eyes – just enough to soften you into spitting out what you really wanted to say — but not enough to let this go.

That's enough for you, though, even in the limited light. Only three months of cohabitation and somehow the both of you could read each other just as well as the stacks of books that crowded the apartment – well worn, annotated, so many of them in various states of disarray, torn and stained and bent, nearly all with cracked spines, but still so so beloved.

He can read you a little better, though, what with his years of vigilance and, well. Everything else that followed.

Jason knows you – the same way he knows the locations of all of Bruce's safe houses, or the exact number of times he could call Tim 'the replacement' before something heavy would be launched at his head. That is to say, concerningly well.

There wasn't a twitch of your eyebrow or a blush or a glare or an angry press of your lips against each other, or a quirk of them (he may have studied your lips especially well) that he hadn't committed to memory, that he didn't know by heart. He wonders if you know, and he wonders what you'd think if you did.

Another sigh, your shoulders sag further, and he makes a mental note to take you through some exercises to improve your truly terrible posture.

"Jason, it's really nothing that can't wait till morning, I just –"

"Come on, dude," He scoffs, not unkindly. "I know you wouldn't have stayed up so late if it wasn't important enough to keep you up."

He nods at the dregs of coffee in the mug you'd forgotten on the centre table for emphasis. There's no hiding from the world's third (or maybe fourth?) best detective that it's the special, strong type that you usually reserve for the most daunting of deadlines.

You swallow up the rest of your words and let out a huff. This time, it's more frustrated than tired, and he can see the flash of irritation in your eyes. You glance away from him, arms coming up to clasp your elbows, encircling yourself in a loose hug. Discomfort radiates off of you in waves, and as you sink your teeth into your lips again; he notes the steady rise of your shoulders towards your ears.

A flash of annoyance goes through him. Not at you — never at you — but whatever new inconvenience this city has wrought for you. Whatever it is that has you up and walking around at 3 AM in the morning after a draining day of work and study and worrying about him.

He fights the urge to step closer, to wrap his hands around your shoulders, smoothing the bare skin and loosening the tightness in them. It would be so easy — there's barely four feet between the two of you, in a few steps he could be holding you and —

He stops himself from following that particular train of thought.

Red Hood faces open gunfire head-on almost daily. Sometimes, he even takes an explosion or two to the face. Then there was the time he'd died, followed by all the times he'd almost died. And he still couldn't remember the last time he'd felt true, bone-deep fear.

But this, this was dangerous territory he was terrified of treading. Yet he was unable to deny the existence of the temptation, always tugging on something in his chest like a low undercurrent, occasionally crashing over him in a wave of desire to touch and protect and hold. To slip his fingers through yours, through your hair, over your lips, between them.

He wonders if you know how easily he can read you, see the way your mind is running through excuses and half-truths to throw him off right now, extricate yourself from this uncomfortable situation and put a safe distance between you again. He should let you do it, really. Even you know that this territory is... not for you. Which is why you were now teetering at its edge after taking these few hesitant steps towards it – him.

But still. He can't ignore the tug. He can deny the waves, stop himself with a savage jerk on his mental reins. That low undercurrent, however – he nurses it, lets it guide him. He has to. It hasn't been long since you met, but he already doesn't know what he would do without it guiding him back to you, day after night after day, painful blow after near-death encounter.

And so he narrows his eyes at you, ready to counter anything you say that isn't the truth.

He feels like a dick; he really does – dangling his well-being in front of you to get you to just stand up and say it. He does this sometimes, pushing you and inconveniencing you – borderline bullying you into being honest with him.

But he knows he's right to be doing this. You have enough fire in you to push back when need be, when he crosses a line, and knowing you, you would've stormed back into your room without a backward glance and with a slam of your door, if whatever this was wasn't bothering you so much.

"I..." You paused to glare at him, just to show him that even if you were playing along, you did not appreciate playing his games.

Jason hides his smile and just raises his eyebrows.

Hands clenching into fists, you glare up at the ceiling as you wrestle with your words, as if hoping for divine intervention.

Another sigh, this time an admit of defeat.

"Fine – but I'm warning you – it's stupid –"

"With you, roomie, I doubt it is."

"Jason, can you please stop interrupting me? I'm really trying here."

Jason raises his palms in a silent apology, an acknowledgement of his dickish behavior, saving the real sorries for later.

You nod in acceptance.

"Okay." Deep breath. "I just wanted to... show you something. And spend some time with you. You know, because we haven't been able to catch up lately and I –" You stop, voice strangling around the next words, catching yourself. You take a breath before continuing. "And I could really use your... insights."

Your voice trails off, and he can feel you wince internally as you slip into impersonal corporate speak, an effort to avoid any words that were more intimate than they had the right to be.

Jason knows. Or at least he can make a damn good guess as to what the words you'd struggled to choke off were. He knew, sure as hell, it wasn't ‘insights ’, but acknowledging the unsaid words was very much stepping into the dangerous territory. And like you had when he slipped up and called you babe, he doesn't.

If he felt anything less than what he did feel, he would have joked about it, said something like: "Aww, bestie, I miss you too". Then you would laugh and shake your head and you would slip back into the easy camaraderie that had marked the beginning of your relationship – before Jason had started noticing the precise way in which the hearts that you signed your notes off with varied in size and number depending on the mood you were in, or the way your hand reached for his every time you crossed a road together.

So instead, he says nothing. He just waits.

"I'll be in my room," you say, arms wrapping around yourself again, a blush rising steadily up your neck and onto your cheeks. You nod at his gear. "Whenever you're ready, just come in. I'll be up."

Oh. They were to be alone. In your room. Probably on the bed. No, definitely on the bed. There's no space for a desk or chair in rooms that come with apartments in this part of Gotham, especially the ones affordable for students. No, there's only one place they can sit comfortably together.

Not that they haven't sat on your bed – or his bed – together before. They have, countless times. They've cuddled and huddled, most times with a pile of snacks for company.

On the days they'd given up on any possibility of productivity, they'd marathoned all their comfort movies and franchises before falling asleep, arms around each other, legs tangled, and depending on who'd had the worst week, a head tucked under another's chin, lead gently into slumber by the comforting rhythm of a heartbeat.

They'd binged Lord of the Rings (NOT The Hobbit series; you both agreed that that was a waste of time, though Jason had stronger, angrier feelings towards it than you did), almost all the Austen adaptations (you could never decide which Emma you liked better – the one with Anya Taylor Joy had the beautiful production and a great depiction of the relationship between Emma and Harriet, but the one with Gwyneth Paltrow had a certain charm, and the leads good chemistry); John Wick that one time – he'd adored the way you'd poked him and asked him if he could do/had done some of the particularly impressive stunts (he could, and you'd been thoroughly impressed); Fast and Furious – only till the sixth one though – Jason personally thought Fast Five was where they should have ended their binge, but you were partial to the sixth one (because of the romance, you said), and Jason had grudgingly accepted it's merits. 

That was, what, at least 40 hours of just watching movies? And that didn't even include the time they'd spend just hanging out together, reading silently, or watching something on their own (though one of them would inevitably end up joining the other).

No, he's definitely been in your bed, comfortable with the tugging undercurrents of longing in every laugh you shared, the way you'd sniffled unfailingly at the last march of the Ents, and when his eyes watered at the ride of the Rohirrim, the way you'd both sighed at Darcy's confession, and when you'd turned to Jason as you watched John Wick lay waste to New York's criminal underworld in revenge for his dead dog, and ask: 

"You'd do this for me, right?"

"Absolutely."

"Okay, good. I'd maybe hire someone to do this for you, since you know. I can't kill a man with my bare hands."

You could kill a man with your smile, though, Jason remembered thinking. You killed him a little every day and brought him back just as well, each time just a little bit more whole than the last time he'd been brought back to life.

Sure, he'd been in your bed. But not like this, not when the darkness of the night had melted that thing in his chest – the thing that searched for you the moment he woke up – and brought it out from where it was safe in its cage, to the back of his mouth, the tips of his fingers, the pupils of eyes – poised right on the edge of saying, doing, showing the wrong thing.

Say no, the admittedly miniscule part of his brain that didn't leap to fulfill your every wish insisted. They've given you an out already. Just say you're more tired than you look and talk tomorrow. This isn't just treading - this is running blind and unarmed into dangerous territory. Say no.

But... they miss me, the overwhelmingly persuasive part of him that ached to sweep that particularly unrepentant loose curl into place every day reminds him. They're up and they're worried and they want me to come talk to them because they miss me. I miss them.

His heart twists. He can't say no, never could.

Jason wonders if you know that he would walk into a shootout blindfolded, without armor and with a grin, if that could bring you anything worthwhile. He turns a fond smile your way, his careful expression melting away. 

Your breath catches as the corners of his mouth lift. When Jason smiles like that, his eyes crinkle, they shine at you as if you're all he sees, and it was heartachingly beautiful in it's rarity.

Jason's smile was a golden patch of sun on a cold day; you're powerless in its wake to do anything except curl up in its warmth and bask – always longing for more and more. 

"You know I wouldn't say no to that. I'll be right there,” he says with all the seriousness of a wedding vow.

You fight the urge to linger, to drink in his smile with your eyes and infuse every inch of your body with it's sweetness. You force a small smile of your own and with a wiggle of your fingers, you return to your room, feeling his gaze settle on you until you close the door behind you gently.

He doesn't hear the click of the lock, and so when he heaves his own sigh of defeat, it's in the safety of his own room, between him and the busy silence of the city.

[lexalovesbooks]

five books with aroace main characters you say....please share 👀

You are super in luck anon because almost as soon as i posted that I started compiling a list of all the ace/aro-spec books I could remember reading, these are all across a big variety of genres and age categories but all the mcs fall somewhere on the aro-ace spectrum (and personal faves are bolded)

Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire: I think most people here know this one. A world where children sometimes disappear through magical doorways to other worlds, and sometimes return. When this happens, they usually are desperate to find a way back. Nancy is one of these children, looking for a way back to an underworld of living statues that has become her home while also trying to find a murderer at the boarding school full of other children looking for their own doorways back to their worlds. Asexual mc

Summer Bird Blue by Akemi Dawn Bowman: Rumi, a teenager whose younger sister recently died, moves to Hawaii to spend a few months with her aunt, where she tries to piece together who she is without her sister and rediscover her love of songwriting, something she and her sister always did together. Aro-ace questioning mc

Forward March by Skye Quinlan: Harper, a student at a prestigious high school whose father is running for president, deals with school, marching band, and a presidential campaign all while trying to figure out if she really likes the girl and fellow bandmate who recently was catfished by someone pretending to be Harper. Ace lesbian mc

All Systems Red by Martha Wells: This one is pretty popular too, idc. Murderbot is a self-named human-bot construct (think cyborg, but manufactured specifically for security purposes) who hacked its own governer module to gain free will, and then used that free will to continue doing its job while watching thousands of hours worth of space soap operas. Unfortunately, its existence of efficiently half-assing keeping humans safe is disrupted by a group of clients who end up in hot water, all while being unexpectedly concerned with its state of freedom and the status of its personhood. Aro-ace agender mc

Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger: Elatsoe, also known as Ellie, is a young Lipan Apache girl who has a dream where her cousin tells her the name of his killer—the morning before she wakes up to the news of his death. She and her parents travel to the town he lived and died in and work to comfort his grieving family while searching for evidence that will prove the killer, a well-liked community figure, is guilty. Also features faeries, ghosts, and other paranormal and mythical creatures. Asexual mc

The Foxhole Court by Nora Sakavic: ANOTHER very well-known tumblr book! Whatever, not gonna try to explain the plot, these are the lacrosse murder books you’ve heard of them and if you haven’t you can look up a summary. Mc is word-of-god demisexual but also it’s so evident in canon even without being explicitly stated that I personally don't even think you need the disclaimer

Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson: In a world where dead spirits regularly rise from deceased bodies to devour and possess the living, Artemisia is a nun-in-training who will one day cleanse the bodies of the recently deceased so that their souls can move on to the afterlife. Then, she releases an ancient and dangerous spirit from a relic to protect her convent from attack. The spirit possesses her body and gives her extraordinary power—but the spirit isn't necessarily on her side, and it's unclear if the connection formed between the two of them can safely be severed. Asexual mc (not explicit bc it's fantasy, but I think it's pretty obvious even without the exact word used)

Firebreak by Nicole Kornher-Stace: In a dystopian world torn apart by two rival corporations, Mallory is one of many people who find refuge in a virtual reality game that allows you to enter battle, earn real-life credits for sorely-needed necessities like water, and interact with virtual, computer-created versions of the league of supersoldiers that protect her home city from attack. Mallory has had a parasocial obsession with one of these supersoldiers—22—for years, until one day she gets caught in an attack that results in her meeting the flesh-and-blood version of the celebrity/superpowered protector. As she spends more time with 22 and his paired operative, she begins to see just how deep the corruption of the company that controls her city runs—and also begins to wonder what she can do to help the city and everyone who lives in it. Aro-ace mc

Those are all the ones I feel like writing out full summaries for, but some other books that I really like with aroace mcs are The Diviners by Libba Bray (ace lesbian mc in second book), The Priory of the Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon (word-of-god aroace mc), The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang (word-of-god aroace secondary character), and The Last Sun by K.D. Edwards (word-of-god demisexual gay mc, ace secondary character). The one thing I haven't really read any of is books with aroallo main characters :( If anyone has recs for those, please feel free to share!

[gerec]

AU-gust 2023

Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: N/A 2. Immortals

In the six months since Erik moved to Westchester, he’d explored almost every inch of Greymalkin, from the dozens of finely furnished rooms to the surrounding acres of vast woodland that made up the Xavier estate. According to Charles, one of his ancestors migrated from England to the US in the late 1800s, and commissioned a replica of his family home to be built - almost brick for brick - on the new land he purchased. Even the furnishings had come from the original Greymalkin located in West Berkshire, which meant the house was littered with priceless antiques often centuries old. Erik had spent many a lazy afternoon roaming its halls, wondering what secrets might be revealed if one knew just where to look.

It'd been raining since Charles left that morning for the city, to take his sister Raven to their regular Sunday brunch. Erik had declined the invitation to tag along, not wanting to intrude on their well-worn tradition, but also because he sensed that Raven didn’t approve of his relationship with her brother. It wasn’t that she was rude to Erik, or that she’d been anything but unfailingly polite, but he knew enough about her from Charles to know that her treatment of him was out of character. When he asked about it, Charles had merely brushed it away, murmuring about Raven not wanting to get too attached as she’d had with some of his previous partners.

There felt like a ring of truth in what was otherwise an unconvincing lie, though Erik decided to let it go since it had little real impact on his relationship with Charles.

Since he couldn’t go for a run, he decided to try reading in the library, and while away the afternoon amongst the dusty old tomes. A copy of Brontë’s Jane Eyre happened to catch his eye, as it reminded him of his sister Ruth and how she would sometimes read to him when he was sick, or if he simply wanted a bedtime story. He remembered very little of the plot of the book, since it was so long ago, except that one of the characters had been hidden away in the attic. That train of thought led him to remember that he hadn’t explored the one upstairs, even though he’d combed through every level and every room of the giant mansion. There didn’t seem to be any reason not to check it out right now, he thought, though he realized belatedly that Charles had never actually shown him how to get up there.

Still, it didn’t take long for Erik to find the entrance, a fake bookshelf in one of the corner rooms that slid aside to reveal a hidden staircase. He’d read enough mystery and gothic novels as a kid to expect the presence of secret rooms and concealed doorways, especially in an old manor built by an eccentric millionaire. And for a passageway that likely didn’t get much use, it was clean and well lit, opening up into a giant loft space that encompassed almost a whole other level.

There was furniture wrapped under tarp, and chests of old clothes that were dated from various periods of the past century. He even found an old uniform from what he assumed was one of the World Wars, though Charles had never spoken about a family member who’d served. On closer inspection, he found a bullet hole in the material, right above the heart, and wondered whose macabre decision it was to keep the uniform. There were letters too, bundled together at the bottom of the chest, and Erik pulled the stack out gingerly, mindful of their condition.

He was stunned into silence at the picture that fell out of the first letter he opened.

It was a black and white print of what appeared to be Charles and Erik in uniform, the edges of the photo worn and faded from age. The two men were standing side by side outside the front doors of Greymalkin and grinning at the camera. The resemblance was so uncanny that Erik was almost convinced he was the person in the picture, and that he’d somehow forgotten getting dressed up and posing for it with Charles. And the man in the picture looked exactly like his Charles, with the same smile and broad shoulders and easy charm.

How was it possible that Charles had a relative who looked just like him, who also knew someone who looked enough like Erik to be his twin?

But it was not until Erik opened a second chest, and then a third that his breath caught and his heart started racing, as they were full of items – everything from old, faded photographs, pencil sketches and painted portraits, to clay masks and marble busts – bearing his face.

He shuddered, when his gaze fell on a beautiful sketch of his own profile, signed and dated by the artist:

Charles Xavier, 1458

Erik dropped the picture and ran from the attic.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Reader || Drabble

Plot: Y/N and Wheezy have a kid together, though they haven’t been a couple for near to 4 years now. Now, the ultimate question here is- Are they still in love with each other or are they just really good at co-parenting?

This question gets tested when Y/N has some news for Wheezy about a guy they’ve been dating.

Warnings: Smoking and unedited at the moment.

The door opens and you give the familiar weasel a bright smile. “Hey there, Smarty.”

His eyes slide down from you and to the little kid who’s paw hangs in yours as they quietly look around; Peering into the home they stay in one week out of every month. He scowls. “You brought the kid… again.”

“Yep- just like every second Saturday of the month. As per the custody agreement.” You nod, used to having this exact conversation with him every single time you come. See, he holds the belief that a mob house is not a place for a kid- which is totally right- but your kids father lives here and he wants to see Teddy. So, you continue to come. It gets exhausting, having this conversation over and over with Smartass but you retain a pleasant disposition towards the grumpy mob boss- its best that way for everyone. Besides, you aren’t here for him. “So- Where’s Wheezy?”

… After a moment, Smartass gives a sigh and a dramatic eyeroll, and steps out of the way so you and Teddy can come inside. “Where doya think?”

That only means one thing. Wheezy’s hanging out of some window smoking his lungs to death. Right- Leaning down at the hips, you tuck some hair behind your ear and boop your nose gently against your kid’s. “Hey Teddy, why dontcha go find your Dad? I’ll get your stuff outta the car and be right back.”

They give a giggle at the nose boop, and squeezes their slate grey eyes - just like Wheezy’s, - closed for a moment; Giving a quick nod. “Kayyy… “

“Okay.” As Teddy goes off to do that you give Smartass a casual little salute and head back outside to the car before he can grumble at you again. You’re just heaving the strap of Teddy’s bag over your shoulder and picking up their stuffed bear by the arm, about to close the boot again, when suddenly you feel your personal space being invaded from behind.

Immediately, you close your eyes and give a sigh. Oh lord. Here we go…

“Hermosa/so~~ Its nice to see you again!~~~”

“Ah, Greasy… “You sigh, closing the boot and turning around to see him, the leering wolf-grin on his face always a joy to see. Giving a perturbed smile at him, you shake your head and cross your arms. “How are you?”

“Better, now that you’re here~ “ Those dark eyes slip up and down your form, and if you weren’t used to it by now then you’d wince. It’s that horrible.

“Of course.”

“And you?”

Your perturbed grin transforms into a sly smirk, and you push away from the car a little bit- invading Greasy’s space a little. In a lower voice, you tease him a little. “Always better after seeing you- cariño~ “

Watching his eyes go as large as dinner plates and develop hearts in the centre instead of pupils is enough to make you laugh, slipping around him and heading back towards the house. Before you get far at all, though, he’s got your wrist in his hand and stops you- when you turn back around, to see what he wants, he’s on his knees. “Have dinner with me, Y/N!”

“Oh Greasy… “You shake your head, giving another left-over chuckle. “No, it can never be.”  

“Y/N? You out here?- Ah, fucks sake.” When Wheezy’s eyes land on the scene in front of him from the stil-open doorway, his friend with his ex-lover’s paw in his, on his knees, he stops short and groans. This? Again?? “Grease do we have to do this every damn time??”

For a moment Greasy doesn’t say anything. Then he looks at you, does the up-and-down thing again that makes your skin crawl, and nods. “… Sí- “

“Its okay Wheezy, I was just explaining to him how our love is, unfortunately, forbidden.“ Flashing Greasy a wink, you slip your paw out of his and go over to Wheezy; Leaving Greasy pathetically on the ground in the dust. “Sorry, man.”

“You’re cruel,” He tells you quietly under his breath when you reach him and give him a one-armed hug around the neck; Him giving you a squeeze around the waist, back.

Giggling, you shrug. “He’s asking for it. Anyway- hi! I take it Teddy found you?”

“Hi, Y/N. Yeah, they did. Said you had something to talk to me about before ya left?”

… oh yeah, that. You visibly deflate under Wheezy’s gaze when you remember. Teddy’s 6 but they know what’s up. They’re scary intuitive. Slowly letting go of him, you take a deep breath and carefully reach around him to leave Teddy’s bag just inside the house. Then straighten up, reach back and tuck your paws into the back pockets in your pants. “… Yeah. I uh, I do actually. Um… lets take a walk?”

Yeah, a walk. Good idea, Y/N.

“… Yeah, okay.” The great thing about Wheezy? He’s got that scary intuition thing Teddy’s got as well- he can tell when somethings really serious, and he lets you go as slowly as you like. It’s one of the things you love about him. So- you’ve walked most of the way down the street together before you say anything again.

“… Um, so… I’ve been dating this guy… “

“Oh yeah… “Wheezy smirks, lighting another couple cigarettes in between his teeth as he strolls beside you. “Batman?”

Oh god- You regret telling him anything! “He collects Batman stuff. He’s not actually batman and you know i- Whatever. Okay, anyway, it’s been going really well with him!... and… I want to introduce him to Teddy.”

You both come to a stop, then, and turn to eachother on the street corner. For a moment you’re both silent, Wheezy just staring at you with those terrifying eyes of his that feel like they can see through everything, before he finally takes a particularly deep draw of his smokes and blows it all out just left of your face. “… Wow,” He coughs, while you nod. ‘Wow’ is a reasonable responce. You and Wheezy broke up when Teddy was around 2 and since then you two have both dated other people so that’s not a problem between the two of you… in fact you confide in eachother about your relationships, like friends… but you’ve never even thought about introducing any of those people to your kid. Not until now. “Uh… Well… I wanna meet him, first- “

It’s not often you see Wheezy out of his depth like this, so you’re very quick to reassure him. “Oh no, that’s totally doable. Of course- I- I actually already talked to him, about that! He’s on board. Totally. So, uh, whenever you wanna do it- we’re there.”

“Alright, cool, so… Congratulations, I s’pose?”

Giggling, you tilt your head at him. “Congratulations? For what??”

“Y’finally found a good one.” Something about Wheezy saying that brings back memories suddenly. He’s not being pointed, or nasty - he’s being genuine, - but it makes you think about how the two of you ended anyhow. How you said once that you needed to leave him because the way he lived wasn’t safe- not for you, and not for Teddy.

Which… is true… but you never wanted him to think that you though he wasn’t… a ‘good one’! That you didn’t love him- because god, you did. You still do, you always will. Just not in the same way. Wheezy was the best boyfriend you could’ve had, and you have not once thought any different since.

So, reaching over you give his arm a squeeze and give him a soft smile. “I had a good one, before.”

A genuine grin quirks at one corner of his mouth, which makes your insides squirmy to this damn day. “… Yeah, you weren’t too bad yerself, Y/N.”

The both of your are silent for a bit then, just living in the affection for a few peaceful moments… before you roll your eyes, link your arm with his and start heading back to the house. “You are a charmer, Wheeze. Now lets get back to the house, I wanna give my baby a hug before I leave.”

“Hey, ‘m sorry I can’t be Batman- Oh, sorry. Its Clark Kent or something, isn’t it? My bad, wouldn’t wanna blow your beau’s cover.”

“Its Bruce Wayne, you philistine- and shut up.”

“I’m gonna have to brush up on my cape-wearin’ idiots trivia before I meet this guy, huh? Maybe Teddy can help me. Draw me up some colourful flashcards.”

At this, you flick him in the forehead and he starts laughing.

[raspberryflo]

I remembered some more bits and bobs and found pictures!! Also I literally had a dream last night btw that someone reblogged this and said "damn bitch you live like this?" and it made me wake myself up from laughing

The house was lit up fine, but for some reason creepers (and only creepers) would sometimes spawn in there. So I had to be careful whenever I turned a corner because there was a nonzero chance there would be one staring me down like freddy fazbear in my doorway

To combat this I had several cats and a fox named Froyo who wandered my house, but one day every single animal on the server spontaneously died on the spot simultaneously

I had plans to build an exact replica of the house underneath the house, I never finished it though because of time restraints but could you fucking imagine

I really like the farlands, so one day while mindlessly mining out the gaping caverns underneath my house I chiseled a chunk of farlands. So in the dimly lit no-man’s land beneath my home there was (what looked like) a chunk from the farlands just hanging out in there

One day while digging down to look for diamonds or whatever I fell down into an exact replica of the backrooms which someone had for some reason constructed. This thing is genuinely thousands of blocks wide I got lost in there within a minute and it was just Below My House this whole time

At one point I built a house made out of netherite, diamond and emerald blocks on my front yard just because it looked like the kind of thing a kid would make when they first get creative and it made me laugh

Sidenote but my whimsical and goofy reputation meant that I got so much insane stuff for free because nobody was worried about me ever actually using it. One time an admin gave me so many hearts that it covered the left side of my screen and they just forgot to take it away for like a week. I was literally immortal and living in a home made of diamonds and netherite like I cannot stress how rich and powerful I was but all I used my power for was making my house really weird

This goes without saying but there is obviously a herobrine summoner in my basement

The “biome” that started growing in my cavernous mining-area basement was a lush caves biome, which wasn’t actually added into the game yet

On the last day of the server, some newer members were given creative and blew everything up for fun. For some reason they were able to roll back all of the other explosions EXCEPT the ones that destroyed my House

I found a brown mooshroom cow thousands of blocks away, so I lead it back but upon entering the threshold of my Home it literally died on the spot. His grave is still there ☹

One day I logged on and someone had built a giant soulsand Totem in front of my home and lit a bunch of my stuff on blue-fire. Still not sure what that meant

Below my home there’s a box named “containment chamber 1” except why is it called chamber one. That implies that there’s more and I don’t know where they are. Maybe my entire home is a containment chamber

At one point, random blocks in my house started turning into bedrock. This means that you literally could not fully destroy my house no matter what. Also I vividly remember an admin came over to my house to do a HOUSE INSPECTION and get rid of any anomalous blocks, and in a panicked attempt to make my home look normal, I covered all of the bedrock up with trapdoors so they wouldn’t stand out and my house could remain weird. This worked btw. This was also the same admin that PUT THOSE BLOCKS THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE

On literally the first day when I moved into the plot of land that would become my House I found an indestructible, invisible floating block right where I wanted to build

I forgot to mention but my house is both a house, a small village and a whole Area called “Sans County” on account of the giant sans undertale statue that appeared on top of my house one day. Anyway through various geo-political disputes and SMP Lore Stuff that I was barely involved in, I somehow accidentally ended up inheriting almost literally the entire server by virtue of being the last one alive. So by the end of the SMP, the entire server was technically my House

My lovely home :)

Babygirl my minecraft house is fucked up in ways you couldnt even imagine

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Head Over Heels

Pairing: Bakugo x Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Minors & Ageless Blogs go away. Earthquake. Blood. Swearing.

Contains: Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Slight soft dom tendencies, nipple play, biting, DP, one hole, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda), fingers in mouth. Pet names/nicknames: baby girl, good girl, baby, princess, Tink (per Bakugo), slut.

Summary: You were assigned to work with Kirishima and Bakugo as a part of your support course training at UA. What you didn't plan on was developing crushes on the hero course couple and you certainly weren't prepared for them to have crushes on you but, it's funny how things progress and life happens.

SMUT happens post UA.

W/C: 5,395

A/N: This stemmed from a conversation that @thepuckishrogue and I had the other night. I hope you all enjoy these two beefcakes as much as we do <3 I really didn't edit this at all, by the way.

It was nearly three in the morning by the time Eijiro unlocked his front door. He'd showered at the agency after his patrol because there was no way he wanted to risk waking up you and Katsuki. And, to further ensure he didn't, Eijiro tiptoed as quietly as he could through the house.

Removing his shoes, setting them to the left of yours as he always did. He didn't bother turning on any lights, he knew his home perfectly by now and certainly didn't need any lights to tell him where to go. Leaving his bag slung over one of the dining room chairs since the table was covered in your gadgets and other work before making his way down the hall to the bedroom.

When he nudged open the door, his heart swelled at the sight before him as it did damn near every time he laid eyes on the two people he loved most in the world.

Katsuki was starfished out as he usually was with arms and legs splayed wide, leaving you clinging to his body like a little koala.

You'd all been together for roughly seven years though, he'd been with Kat for just a year longer. It didn't really matter though, he was head over heels for the both of you, just as much as he'd been at 17. The girl from the support course that he and Katsuki had been assigned to, charged with helping them with all their technical and support item needs.

He thought you were cute as a button, he couldn't help it, and Katsuki was quick to catch onto his crush, we have to work with her so don't make it weird, Shitty Hair. So, he did his best to keep things strictly professional, just like a real pro would do.

His best lasted a day, 25 hours to be exact.

"You're ripping these sleeves to shreds every other day, Kirishima!"

Just because you'd been recently assigned to each other, didn't mean you didn't know about him. It was just that you specifically were now tasked with fixing his sleeves and anything else they needed.

"I-I can't help it!" He told you standing in the doorway of UA's lab, "I use my arms, like, a lot! And the fabric rips no matter how careful I am! And if I have to go Unbreakable, yeah, there's nothing left of 'em at that point."

He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched your nose crinkle with thought. Damn if it wasn't the most adorable thing watching you work. The way you paced around examining, muttering words he didn't even understand, he even thought the pen kept constantly behind your ear was cute! He was a goner.

"Alright. I'm gonna figure this out! I just know it. I just gotta think... I'll have another pair of these ready for you tomorrow, two actually so you have a spare, so swing by before training but, I'm gonna make something that'll actually last you. Might take me a while though."

And it did. Not days, not weeks, even after a month you hadn't figured it out completely. Bogged down with other tasks and assignments. Eijiro didn't mind though. It gave him an excuse to visit you, to get more sleeves, and also to check up on your progress. Sitting with you to keep you company and helping when you let him.

"That can't all be for you?" Katsuki caught him walking out of the lunchroom for the third day in a row that particular week.

"Uh, it isn't. Y/N, she's been working really hard trying to update my suit, and, well, she usually works through lunch. Figured if she's working that hard for me, bringing her brain fuel is the least I can do. Wanna come too?"

Anyone else, anyone but Katsuki Bakugo, would have been jealous of how much time their boyfriend was spending with another person. But, Eijiro knew damn well Katsuki had a crush on you too. He saw it in Katsuki's eyes when they'd gone to pick up a prototype gauntlet you made for him.

Hatsume was hovering, pointing out other attachments and modifications you could have made to better your baby. You kept quiet, kept focused only on Katsuki, fitting the gauntlet to his arm, making a minor adjustment here or there, and letting her babble incessantly the entire time.

When she touched him though, touched the item you created, Katsuki looked ready to blow her mouth off but you beat him to it.

"Alright, I need you to back off! He's assigned to me, not you. Why don't you worry about the 500 projects you have for Iida and Midoriya before you go worrying about what I'm doing for these two. Okay?"

She walked off in a huff, muttering about how you needed to be more creative while you just kept working and Katsuki, well, he was grinning like a damn fool.

"Fine! Yeah, I like her! That what you wanna hear? I'm with you though! Not gonna leave you just because I got some crush!"

He'd badgered Katsuki the whole way back to their dorms that night, Eijiro kissed him because he was so damn cute when he was flustered. "Katsuki, you don't have to leave me to be with her you know."

At first, Katsuki balked at what he was insinuating, but, if the redhead was being honest, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the both of you for weeks now. But, he let his boyfriend sit with the idea for a while, meanwhile, he just kept building a friendship with you.

Until one morning, a Sunday, his day off, his phone started to ring at five in the morning. There were very few people he'd answer for that early, you just happened to be one of them. "Y/N? You good?"

"Kiri! Kiri, I did it! I figured it out! I'm outside, I didn't think, I just sort of came right to your dorm but now I'm thinking that probably isn't really allowed this early but I've got your sleeves, you know, the ones that have been a massive pain in my ass for like three months, and I'm out here because I didn't think about what time it was. I just finished at the lab and came right over-"

He opened the front door and you stopped your word vomit. "Get inside! It's cold this morning."

You both quietly moved through the dorm, whispered giggles in the elevator all the way up to his room where he slipped the fabric onto his arms while you went over specs and technical jargon that were utterly lost on him.

"Okay, now, it's not invincible," You were telling him, "But, it's the most elastic material I could put together but was still able to withstand the texture of your skin in its most rigid state. Now, as that increases, I'll probably have to make more modifications, probably find a new material altogether with the way your progression has been over the last year alone but," You finally took a breath, "but, for now, I think this should work. I hope it'll work..."

You looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Could you try it, please?"

He'd been hanging on every word you'd said, so caught up in the sound of your excitement that he had to shake himself from the trance you put him under and shift the skin on his arms.

You moved around him, manipulating his arms this way and that, something he'd gotten very used to in the last couple of months. "Okay, so far so good. But, we both know this is practically child's play for you. I need to know if this can stand up to your Unbreakable."

"I won't go that far in my dorm. I can be a bit clunky when I get like that, and just, big."

Of course, you knew that though. You'd watched their training enough times to know his skillset.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that." The small pout of your lower lip while you inspected your work had this heart aching. So, he pushed himself just a little further. The collar of his shirt ripped and the little gasp you let out in shock sent an ache right to another body part.

He ignored it though, as best he could at least, and instead looked at his arms. He could see the jagged ridges, the plates of his skin that would usually be poking through were well contained. "I'll be damned. You really did it!"

"Did you doubt me, Kirishima?"

"No, not for a second."

You'd been running a hand down his arm, looking for any kind of tears or split seams, thrilled that you couldn't feel any sharp edges when Kirishima's door opened. "Shitty Hair! The sun's not even fuckin' up what the hell- Oh. Oh, you're here."

"Bakubro look!" He held out his arms, "Y/N did it!" He hugged his boyfriend with his quirk active despite Katsuki trying to shove him off.

You hurried over to your bag. "I didn't forget about you, Bakugo."

"I don't need any modifications."

"Just because you don't need them doesn't mean I'm going to not keep trying to help you."

Eijiro couldn't even hide his shit-eating grin.

"These are strictly experimental and should only be tested outside for the time being." You gently passed him three glass vials. "You already store your sweat in its original form inside your gauntlets which is great for those big attacks but I got to thinking, what if you could have more of a surprise element, something that would help you with stealth."

"'M not really a stealth kinda fighter... quiet ain't me."

"This might be able to change that. See, I think I've found a way to transform your sweat into a gaseous form. A sort of vapor trapped inside these little vials. My rough analysis estimates they linger in about a twenty-foot area for about two minutes without losing potency. And the gas can live within the vial itself for close to a week without losing potency."

He held the seemingly empty glass tube up to eye level. "So, find a way to distribute the gas prior to a fight and-"

"Boom." You and Kiri said together.

"You really only need a tiny spark to set it off but if you ignite it with an AP Shot, I'm estimating an increased damage range of 30-40%."

Eijiro's eyes darted between the two of you, waiting for Katsuki to say something but, his boyfriend only turned on his heel. "Okay. Just keep it down in here. Some of us are still trying to sleep."

And that look that washed over you, that settled into your eyes when Katsuki shut the door behind him, Eijiro decided at that moment he hated it. "I- I thought he'd be happy. He's always looking for new ways to apply his quirk and improve his technique..."

"Hey, I'm sure Bakugo's gonna really like it. He's just grumpy when his beauty sleep is interrupted."

You nodded your head but sure as hell didn't look like you believed him. "Well, I'll let you go back to sleep, Kirishima," You gathered up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, "If you need anything else, ya know where to find me."

He thanked you about a dozen more times while walking you back to your dorm before marching back to his own and practically knocking down Katsuki's door.

"The fuck is your problem!"

"My problem! What's my problem! She worked hard on those and the best you can do is, Okay, keep it down." He mocked and took off his croc, "Seriously, man, what's wrong with you!" Launching the shoe at him.

"I didn't ask her to do it!"

"So! People can still do nice things for someone without being asked and, it's a really good idea!"

"Yeah, I know it is."

"I'm surprised you hadn't thought of something like it already. You should really be thankful."

"Yeah, I know, I am."

"Y/N looked so tired, bet she stayed up all night again working on stuff probably because of us."

"I said I fuckin' know!"

Eijiro stopped talking then, watched his boyfriend pull his knees up to his chest and look out his window. "Crap, Kats, you actually really like her, don't you?"

"'M not good with these things, Ei. Never have been."

Eijiro sat at the foot of his bed, a hand coming to rest atop his with a soft smile on his face because he, of all people, had first-hand experience knowing how not good Katsuki could be with these things. "You're getting better every day though. You can admit to liking her. That's a pretty big improvement!"

"Yeah, but every time I wanna say something nice to her it gets stuck in my throat! So, I don't say anything and I look like a bigger jackass than I already am!"

He just leaned forward, kissing Katsuki's brow before promising him that they'd work on it together. And it was a promise Eijiro took very seriously.

It took a while, but, Katsuki eventually did start opening up to you. Letting you see little bits of himself outside of the lab. He even started joining you and Eijiro for lunch, beating him once or twice and already in conversation with you by the time Eijiro arrived.

The day he gave you a nickname, Eijiro was smiling from ear to ear. "Always messing with something... tinkering... damn tinkerer... Tink."

Eijiro noticed Katsuki's training times had lengthened and Midoriya, whom he usually stayed late to train with, was already back at the dorms. "Tink, she wanted to learn some basic hand-to-hand combat stuff. Mentioned it once during lunch, so I, ya know, offered to help."

He couldn't have been more proud of Katsuki's progress.

Before he knew it, you weren't just befriending Katsuki but the rest of their little group of friends too. Soon enough, the boys didn't just see you for hero needs or in the lab but simply because they wanted to. Inviting you to movie nights and shopping trips. Anything they could do to be around you and you were always in such a wonderful mood around them, all smiles and laughter. Welcoming hugs and playful touches.

Things were great, like, really great. And that was why Eijiro had been so damn confused the day he heard crying coming from Mina's dorm. "-they're with each other so why do I feel like this? It's so fucking stupid, Mina! 'M gonna ask someone to switch pairs with me, I can't do it anymore."

That look on your face when Katsuki broke your heart months ago in his dorm had nothing on that moment. Eijiro felt the world slip under him, felt everything slipping through his very fingers. He burst through Katsuki's door. "We've got a problem!"

The pair raced back to Mina's room but just found her alone in the room. "I just walked Y/N out but, guys, I think we should talk-"

"Later!" Eijiro shouted. Bakugo already pushing the door open to the stairwell hoping to catch you.

"Tink!" Eijiro heard him yelling after you, saw you turn and wipe your cheek trying to hide the evidence of what happened in Mina's room.

"H-hey guys, what's up?"

"W-wh..." Katsuki choked on the words again but before Eijiro had a chance to explain, Katsuki finally got them out, "We like you too."

You looked dumbfounded. Taking a step back from Katsuki, your head shaking with confusion.

"He's right," Eijiro added once he caught up, "We both like you, like, a lot."

"Both of you?" They nodded in sync, "Like me?" Nods, "But, you're with each other..."

Eijiro was the one to propose the idea of a poly relationship to you, and like Katsuki, you needed time to think, to process. They could practically see the gears turning in your head trying to sort it all out.

"Take all the time you need. And whatever you decide, we'd still like to be friends, if that's alright."

You gave a weak little nod and that was the last they saw of you for two whole weeks.

Katsuki was grumbling something in the evening about how he was going to sabotage one of this own gauntlets just so he had an excuse to see you when they felt the ground rumble. Everyone looked outside and saw the three dorms furthest way collapsing, the fourth starting to shake violently.

"Villians?" Someone asked.

"Feels like an earthquake!"

But panic overtook both guys because they knew the second building, that was your dorm. One look shared between the two was all it took, both of them racing towards the rubble remains.

Katsuki was faster, explosions propelling him forward. Eijiro had to stop along the way despite not wanting to. The fourth building was cracking, falling in large chunks and students were still running for cover. He shifted, holding up as much of the entryway as he could until the last of them were out.

By the time he caught up with Katsuki, you were already bundled up in his arms. Blood coated the right side of your face, trickling down onto Katsuki. He could see your shirt torn open, blood pooling from there as well. "I-Is she?" He was so scared to even ask.

"Her pulse is fine. Passed out a second before you got here. Just gotta get her to Recovery Girl. Gotta get her for a lot of people..." Katsuki gingerly passed you over to him. He didn't even have time to process how small you looked in his arms because he could feel the warmth of your blood from another wound on your back. "Take her somewhere safe and be mindful of aftershocks. There are more still inside."

He remembered telling Katsuki to be careful before taking you and a few others off to safety.

An infirmary had been set up in one of the gyms, temporary sleeping quarters in another since six dormitories in all had been destroyed in the earthquake.

Recovery Girl assured them both that you'd be fine, maybe some scars but fine. They still refused to leave your side until you woke up though. And, by the following morning, you had stirred. Eijiro hugged you before your eyes had opened fully, Katsuki had to shove him back, reminding him that you were probably sore as hell.

You muttered something about how fast Katsuki had been, how gentle Eijiro was when he held you, he hadn't even been aware you knew he did that... but you grabbed both their hands, "Thank you. Both of you."

They intended on leaving you to rest now that they knew you were okay. But your hands tightened in theirs, "Stay, please."

And so you did. Together, you all stayed for the last seven years. The good and bad, you went through it all together.

Eijiro tugged off his shirt and tossed it along with his jeans into the hamper, letting his hair fall free of the tie he had it back in while memory after memory played through his mind.

You could feel the bed dip beside you under Eijiro's weight, never able to get that deep sleep until both your husbands were home safe and sound. You smiled sleepily when he placed a kiss on your temple, carefully leaning over you to give Kat one too.

Most nights, he'd settle in beside you, snores quickly filling your bedroom but some nights, like tonight, he was restless. Too much energy that he didn't burn off during the day. On one hand, that meant work was quiet, on the other, he'd be fidgeting for hours unless something was done.

And so you rolled off Katsuki and into Eijiro, "Eiji, baby,"

"Awe, lovebug, did I wake ya?"

You shook your head, "You know I don't really sleep 'til you're home."

He wrapped thick arms around you. "You've gotta quit doin' that."

Your nose crinkled. "You've known me for how long? You really think my sleep habits are gonna change now?" His rumbling laugh was quiet but you could see his eyes crinkle at the corners even in the darkness. It was such a small feature, the subtlest sign of aging and it filled you with warmth. "You should get some sleep, Ei."

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to yet. Not that tired."

"Want me to help with that?" Kissing the hollow of his throat, moving to the junction of his shoulder and neck, one hand snaking between your bodies so your thumb could brush his nipple. Teasing him in the best ways that had him squeezing you tighter. "Is that a yes, Eiji?"

He slipped a meaty thigh between your legs, bumping it up to rub against your core so you'd give him your little gasps he'd always been weak for. "When you give me such a compelling offer, how's a guy supposed to say no?"

Eijiro drew you closer, smiling before his lips met yours as they so often did. It was a familiar dance that you loved. The way his sharp teeth would so gently tug on your lower lip when he rolled on his back, placing you atop him. His hands grinding you down by the fat of your hips letting you rut against him while you kissed down the center of his chest, playing with each nipple and hearing him hiss before returning to his neck.

"Think I should wake up Kit-Kat?"

"Let 'em sleep, baby girl, he's only got an hour before he wakes up anyway."

The two of you scooted to the far side of the large bed, hoping your activities wouldn't wake up your blonde husband. It was one thing to wake him up for sex but another thing entirely if he was woken up by sex.

Eijiro marveled when you pulled off your shirt, well, Katsuki's shirt technically. Letting it slide soundlessly onto the floor while he brought your tits to his mouth. Swirling his tongue around sensitive nipples before playfully nipping them, sucking harder when your hand dipped below his waistband and wrapped around his hard cock.

Biting down on the fatter part to suppress a sinful moan with how you stroked him, swiping the pre that had accumulated all around his head before gliding all the way down to his base and back up again.

He let you tease and play, bouncing you still on his thigh until he couldn't take anymore. Eijiro flipped you onto your stomach, his hands running over your skin, the curves and divots he knew by heart, and hooked his fingers into the flimsy band of your panties. With a single hardened finger, the fabric tore without a single sound. "You didn't really like these, did you?" His breath was hot on the back of your neck, kissing just behind your ear when you whined. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

His cock rested playfully between your ass cheeks, moving ever so slightly, his hips lazily rocking while he explored with his mouth, making you moan when his thumbs ran over the sides of your tits, and sending goosebumps all over when he kissed your back, halfway down and just slightly off-center, where you had the faintest scar from the earthquake Katsuki pulled you from.

Finally, his fingers made it back to your hips and he hiked your ass right up in the air, those fingers gathering the slick he'd caused and spreading your folds so they could dip inside. "Did Kit-Kat play with you before bed?"

You shook your head. "He had a headache so I got him off so he could go to sleep."

Eijiro pulled you up to him, your back to his front. "We have the best little wife," His fingers sinking in deeper, "You know that, don't you?" Fingers curling against that sweet spot. Eijiro has to use his other hand to cover your mouth. "Oh, I know it feels good but you've gotta stay quiet. Nod if you understand. Yeah, that's my good girl."

He brought the hand slowly down your body, trailing over your nipple, squeezing it just slightly before abandoning them to pay close attention to your clit.

You had to bite down on your lip to stop your cries, screwing your eyes shut while Eijiro set his pace. Just as he felt you tip over the edge, your walls spasming around his digits, he removed them leaving you empty for only a second before popping the head of his cock in your dripping hole.

"Fuck! Eiji-!" You tasted yourself on the fingers he was quick to shove in your mouth.

"Baby girl, I told you, you've gotta be quiet so you don't wake Kat. You've gotta listen."

He sank you down further on his cock, your walls still fluttering around him, still toying with your clit. Eijiro was halfway in when his teeth pieced your shoulder and a moan ripped from the both of you. While he was busy fucking you through your first orgasm, you had your tongue coiling around his fingers. Licking and sucking your juices right off him, starting to bounce your hips, eager to hit that high again.

"Shit, you feel so damn good, so fuckin' good. Take my cock perfectly every damn time." He jammed his fingers further in your mouth, "Take 'em, babe, I know you can." Biting your neck this time so you squirmed on his dick. "Fuckin' perfect's what you are. Ngh, yeah."

The sounds of wet, sloppy skin filled the air around you, and yet the both of you were too engrossed in the other to notice the glaring set of garnet eyes watching the show.

Katsuki thought it might have been a dream at first, one that had him groggily waking up with a painfully stiff cock. He watched with eyes slightly unfocused, Eijiro lifting you up, your tits on full display for him. His husband's fingers buried deep inside your cunt, all nice and warm. Mmm. He wanted to be all nice and warm.

He palmed his own cock when Eijiro told you to be quiet, so thoughtful and you were trying so hard to for his sake. Gods, he loved the both of you so damn much. He wrapped his fingers around himself when your body twitched, and when Eiji teased you with his fat cock, he smirked. But, it was when the redhead shoved those long, thick fingers right in your mouth that Katsuki started pumping.

He took you both by surprise, how quickly he moved to pull you forward towards him. "Get those fingers out of your mouth right now. I got something else you need to suck on." Katsuki tapped your cheek and Eijiro slipped his fingers free.

"Sorry, babe."

"No, you're fuckin' not."

Eijiro laughed, fully this time, no longer needing to hold back. He slammed into you from behind just as Katsuki entered your mouth making him collide with the back of your throat in one go.

"I guess work was uneventful?"

"Ngh, yeah, boring night."

They talked nonchalantly above you. Katsuki's hands teasing your tits so you'd moan around his dick for him. And after a minute or two, Eijiro stopped holding up his end of the conversation. "She got you feelin' good, huh?" The larger man whimpered, "It's so easy to please you, lay the fuck back."

"But-"

"Take her with you, dumbass."

He pulled himself from your mouth with a pop. Strings to spit fell down your chin and the shift in positions had you moaning, now laying on Eijiro's chest while Katsuki loomed above you both, "You blew me right to sleep, Princess. I didn't get to fuck you earlier. Be our good little slut and take us both in one go, yeah?"

It wasn't something you often did. You saved it for when you didn't have to work the next day because of how sore you always were but Kat knew your schedule, knew it was your day off, and so you muttered, "Y-yeah, y-es, sir."

Katsuki went slow, he had to with how full Eijiro already had you. "Damn, Kat. Don't fuckin' break her."

"I got 'er."

You could feel them both sliding into you, Eijiro had an arm around your middle, his other hand was smoothing back your hair while he whispered about how well you took them both. Katsuki's tongue toying with your nipple to aid in distracting you, scarred fingers on your clit, so very different from Eijiro's rough calloused ones and yet, making your moan all the same.

All three of you were panting, coming to a rest with both men stuffed inside you, both pausing to check on you, waiting for the okay to continue on.

Small thrusts at first, barely snapping hips, working opposite each other so you were never left without. You'd tried lifting your head, wanting to see them both but Katsuki hit your sweet spot with a snicker making your head fall back on Eijiro's chest again.

Eijiro barely had to do anything at all, Katsuki's rocking had the two of you moving with him. Though, he did have to throw a hand back, onto the floor, to keep the three of you stable and not let Katsuki fuck you all right off the bed.

The blonde rested his head right between your breasts. "Damn it, Eiji, you're so fuckin' big. Can feel every inch in here. You take it so fuckin well, Princess."

You watched Eijiro run a loving hand through ashy blonde locks. "Yeah, we love you too." Their cocks twitched at the statement.

He gave a hard thrust and you both grunted. "Shut up, Shitty Hair. Or I'll make you cum right fuckin' now."

This time you felt the laugh bubble from Eijiro, "Yeah, think I'm gonna be doing that regardless." He lifted his hips, lifting both you and Katsuki on a slight incline so he could fuck properly. "Maybe I'll take you with me."

A large hand held you in place while he thrust, his voice, low in your ear. "Come on, baby, let's make 'em cum."

"Guys, oh shit, ah fuck!"

Both of them felt you squeeze their dicks, pushing them closer together. Eijiro's hand went right to your clit, his hips picking up the pace while Katsuki latched onto the opposite tit this time moving his own hips, matching Eijiro perfectly. Hitting you so deeply, Eijiro's cock reaching just a bit further.

"'M not gonna last," Eijiro grunted and his teeth on your shoulder sent you over the edge. Katsuki groaned feeling the two of you let go and joining in. Before Katsuki collapsed on your stomach, he pulled Eijiro back fully on the bed so he could properly relax.

You were effectively sandwiched between the two, Eijiro waited for Katsuki to settle and then wound his arms around you both. "You've gotta get ready for patrol soon." His hands trailed down his spine.

"Don't remind me. Didja eat?"

"Had dinner around nine."

Katsuki kissed your cheek. "Did you work up an appetite, Princess Tink?"

The nickname had you smiling. "If you're making breakfast food, you know I'll eat."

"Gotta lemme outta your vice grip so I can make it to the kitchen."

You wrapped your arms behind Eijiro's back and let them both pull free with a grunt, "On second thought, showers to clean up this fuckin' mess, then food."

"Can I have pancakes with whipped cream?" Eijiro asked Katsuki who was already walking towards the bathroom.

"You want whipped cream, ask Tink real nicely. She's fulla cream."

He'd scooped you up in his lap, wiggling his eyebrows, knowing damn well your legs were shot. "Eiji, baby, no."

He pouted that adorable lower lip that could get him just about anything he wanted. "Maybe for dessert."

After a warm shower, Eijiro set you down on the sofa, pulling a dark blanket around you with a kiss atop your head.

"Thanks for putting on a show for me," Katsuki commented just to Eijiro when he walked into the kitchen. "Choking on your fingers was a nice fuckin' touch."

Eijiro kissed his cheek, "Thought I'd give you something fun to wake up to, Blasty. Glad you enjoyed it."

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An accidental flash - Barry Allen x Wayne!reader

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Word count - 1749

Summary; interruption is often than not present in the life of justice, this time Barry Allen is involved

Warnings; nudity, fluff, awkwardness, erection, making out, swearing, brief mention of the talk, mention of murder and prison

The mission had been long and gruelling, and you were just happy that it was over. Being a member of the justice league was hard all on its own, throw being the daughter of Bruce Wayne into the mix, it was understandably a nightmare at times. Sweat riddled your body as though you were the ploy of a river, drowning in your own body’s function as you ripped off your mask and tossed it carelessly onto your bedroom floor; next, your target was the zipper at the front of your suit, luckily your father had fixed it, in the past it had a tendency to get stuck.

Though maybe it’d have been better if it were to have upheld you for a few minutes as you struggled to descend the line of metal teeth downwards, that way you’d have been covered whence an intruder whisked into your room. Everything usually ran slow for him, however this time appeared different, for he showed up just when your suit hit the ground, leaving you half naked, in nothing more than your panties. It took you a moment to even realise that he were there, at your doorway, mouth agape as he took in your exposed beauty.

His heart was practically fluttering out of his chest as he saw you in all your glory, even if it were from the back, and you were sufficiently oblivious to his wondering eyes. Your father would kill him if he ever knew that he were getting this kind of a view of his daughter, but he had yet to panic at that prospect, he was more so focused on how the wading of your spine rippled and the tiresome joints of your shoulders rolled as you stretched your back. Without much of a thought you turned around, with the mental security of the door to your room being closed.

But no longer was it as your eyes widened, and your hands scurried to cover your bare breasts; Barry too realised that his ogling had been a mistake, he knew it was wrong from the get go, but he was so fastened with the concept of being hypnotised by your oblivious magnificence that he’d hardly registered how definitely rude his wordless actions had been. “Oh- I, um- I’m sorry.” The boy stuttered, a flush ravishing his cheeks from being caught shamelessly peeping as he turned around, blocking your entrancing body from his eyes.

“I-it’s, it’s okay Barry.” You confided in him, as you desperately searched for a tee. This base was so new that you’d hardly had the time to move in, a shower sounded absolute, however you were going to need some clothes to change into afterwards. “Do you think you could get me a robe or something please, if it’s not too much?” Barry considered the or something portion of your enquiry as he removed his infamous red hoodie, turning towards you before realising his mistake once more.

“Sure.” He grimaced from his exact mistake again, trying not to begin too drool at the sight of you, moonwalking to reach you and handing you the hoodie, however he tripped over your suit, leaving him in despair on the ground, and you whom had also fallen atop of him. If he hadn’t been so distracted, he could have avoided the awkward scenario that had stumbled the two of you into the current position that you were clambered in. Barry gulped, feeling your breasts pressed straight against his chest, he could feel a masking of nervousness creeping over his neck, as his breath fanned over your upper lip.

“Hi.” He spoke softly, his eyes locked on your own. Doing so concealed his nervousness, and it showed that he had no intent to look elsewhere on your body. A smile sprung onto your lips as you felt the constant pounding in the speedster’s chest, it ravaged against your body as it pulmonary beat through the cage of his ribs, sending unintentional shock waves through your body. You licked your lips, a light furrow distorting your brows as you quirked yourself head at his words, eyes also engaged with frolicking in the visual of his own.

“Hi.” Was your repeat. It was strange to be so close to Barry, especially in this sense, but you weren’t entirely complaining. It was unknown how you were supposed to revel out of this position without him seeing you clad in nothing more than your underwear, a part of you was frustrated that you’d have to. And then you felt it, a solid notion against your leg, spurring from his jeans, and resting against your covered mound. “Please tell me that is your phone.”

An awkward smile, with stretched lips and shown teeth justified the truth; it indeed was no device. He had gotten hard from the accidental predicament that the pair of you had quite literally tumbled into. “Sorry.” He mumbled, about to look down, but remembering that was not such a good idea. “I can’t help it- you’re so beautiful in and out of clothes, and like, it’s my body, that has yours against it, if you get me?” He rambled, making you shake your head at him, and laugh lightly, causing him to freeze.

“Okay.” You replied, hardly believing that you were about to do such an act, as you learn down and pecked his lips. His entire body, and you meant entire, went rigid, lulling in the brief moment that your lips were against your own, a dazed and dopey expression contorting his face. “You good Allen?” You enquired with a pat to his chest, as he licked his lips, reminiscing in the taste of your own. He dumbly nodded, though he intently pulled you back down for another, elongated encore of the action.

The pair of you were enduring a passion, more innocent as it seemed, making you oblivious to the footsteps that gained closeness every moment that you spent revelled in one another. Perhaps no one would have known that you and Barry were entangled like so if your door were closed, but it was not, leaving a sufficient glance for any passers by. When Victor walked passed, he gave you a small applause, and a light catcall, making your head jolt up, only for Barry to pull it back down.

Arthur smirked and shook his head; kids. He said nothing and stoically traipsed past, whilst Dianna recalled that she ought to direct a motive talk to the pair of you later on. Those two were away from your senses. Barry’s hands found refuge on your back, pinning you closer against him as he felt you slither your tongue against his lips, and he was certainly more than happy to allow you entry into the warm and wet cavern of his mouth. He groaned when you tugged delightedly upon his dark locks, feeling how your tongue swirled around in his mouth, fighting and winning dominance in the realm.

It was quite the conjuncture to be caught in, more so by the billionaire in Gotham, the Batman. As soon as Bruce saw you, his daughter, and the young man that he recruited for the team attached in such ways that he did not appreciate, he called out your name, making you shiver against your team member as you looked up, terrified of the fact that he had seen you like this, with Barry! Really, you should have expected nothing more, or at least have shut the door, but you had been too occupied.

Bruce cleared his throat as a blush blossomed over Barry’s skin, he was internally terrified. If you weren’t atop of him, he’d have definitely sped away, saving his skin from the hell that he’d endure from your father. You expected your parent to shout, to scold you, to threaten the life of the man beneath you, but instead he diverted his eyes, and raised his brows, as he thought of the talk that he’d have to have with the pair of you later on. “The two of you missed the meeting, now I see why.”

“It’s not what it looks like.” Bolted from your mouth, but the only response that you earned from your father was him shutting the door, to everyone’s relief. “Fuck.” You groaned, dropping your head upon Barry’s chest. It was embarrassing, sure you were no longer some teenager that needed to be checked on every five minutes, or directed down a narrow path, but it was nerve wrecking all the same. You’d never wanted your father to see you like that, and if he had reprimanded you, that’d have been highly hypocritical all the same.

“He didn’t kill me.” Relief embezzled Barry as he heaved a heavy sigh, dropping his head back onto the carpet. “I mean if he did, then both our fathers would be in prison.” He spoke with a shrug, and you placed a sweet peck onto his jaw, causing a smile to reprimand presence onto his handsome and well structured face.

“Eh.” You shrugged considerably, Barry raising his brows at your reaction, that had yet to be finished. “He’d have someone cover it up, and he’d still be a free man. Money can do quite a lot. For all we know, he’s plotting on taking you out when you least expect it.” You reasoned, making his hands pause their stroking on your back.

“I must insist on another kiss before that happens then.” He puckered his lips, but rather than receiving a diligent peck opposed onto the surface of them, your forefinger pressed down on them, halting his hopes for a continuation.

“Take me on a date Allen.” You winked at him as you stood, no longer covering up from his gaze as you grasped his hoodie, and retreated into the attached bathroom. You were certainly something else, and if Bruce were to kill him in some way, he was sure it’d be worth it. When he was with you, he liked to endure everything slowly, and appreciate every notion in progress that you made, whether it be a true smile or a blunt roll of your eyes.

The sound of the stream from the shower turning on alerted his ears that you were now cleansing yourself, he too thought that sounded like a good idea, and thus he vacated to his own room and did so, singing lightly in the shower as he thought of where he could take you for a first date.

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Ommmmgggggg i just read your lates story of steve rogers arrange marriage. And it was the most heartbreaking story evern written. It was really good although my heart got broken reading it😞I read you will take time in fulfilling request, so you can take a lot of time but I m making a small request🙃Like you have written lots of arranged marriage tropes but they all were angsty in the beginning, can you write something from your perspective on steve rogers arrange marriage which has no angst only lots and lots of fluff. like they are still in arranged marriage but there is no angst they are both trying for their marriage because after all the angst i guess a fluff treat would be nice☺only if you want to

A/N: Thank you so much lovely and the plot line is great. I loved writing about it and I made a few additions to the story. Hope you like it.

Perfect Life (S.R)

Steve Rogers Fan Fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Steve and you get married and you decide to give your marriage a fair chance. You both soon fall in love and you are really happy together. You get pregnant and it is all perfect till the very end.

Warnings: Some mention of blood and angst but otherwise it is all fluff.

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Steve and you were informed by Fury that there will be an arrange marriage. He didn’t give much explanation but simply stated that the government demanded it and you both simply had to oblige. When you were recruited by the Avengers, you were a super soldier just like Bucky under the influence of Hydra. It took a lot of work to get you back from the brain washed state and Steve played a big role in that. You both were partners in the field and best of friends. Many people thought that you both would oppose the idea but you didn’t. Sure, you were confused but you couldn’t fight it if the government ordered it. No one could so you thought you would give it a shot.

You simply asked for sometime to discuss it by yourselves and Fury reluctantly he agreed. He was prepared for a screaming match and being beaten to a pulp by the Captain and the super soldier. However, he was met with calm expressions and thoughtful gazes. It would be a lie if you said that you didn’t feel attracted to one another. So when he left the meeting room, Steve asked you out for dinner. Privacy was needed to discuss this matter and he wanted to do it outside of the compound.

“Are you ready to go, (Y/N)?” Steve knocked on your door at exact eight o’clock. Captain America never liked to be late.

“Yes, I am.” This was the first time he had seen you in a dress. It hugged your curves just right and the maroon dress contrasted beautifully with your skin. You simply looked like an angel. A devil disguised as an angel that it.

“Let’s go.” Steve took you to your favorite restaurant and you felt a little flutter in your heart when you realised that he took notice of the little things.

Clearing your throat, you started to come to the point of the dinner, “So what do you think about this marriage?”

“Um... I am okay with it, I guess. What about you?”

“Same here. I have actually liked you for sometime now and I would be willing to give this marriage a try.”

“I like you as well and same here.” You chuckled when you saw a light blush appear on your partner’s cheek. He found your confidence endearing and that was one of the things that he first noticed about you.

“Okay, good. I just want a simple ceremony with our friends present. Is that okay with you?” There was no point in beating around the bush and so you started the discussion of the wedding arrangements.

“I was thinking the same thing. Let me just text Fury that we are going ahead with the marriage and then we can discuss the rest.” You both enjoyed the dinner to the fullest whilst making small conversation. This was the first time that you actually had fun on a date after hydra and same goes for Steve. They couldn’t keep up a conversation with you when they didn’t know the things you go through on daily basis.

“Do you want to get ice cream? There is a really good ice cream parlor down the street.” Getting out of the restaurant, he helped you get in to your jacket.

You always had a sweet tooth and you were a sucker for ice creams. Steve and you were going to make a good couple because of your similar taste. “Yes, I would love that. So do you know anything about the mission tomorrow?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y detected some illegal shipment coming from one of the abandoned hydra facilities. We think that it is being occupied and you and I are just going to go there and install some cameras for surveillance.” He ordered two scoops of butterscotch and you decided to take a walk while eating.

“What if we encounter some hydra bastards? Do we get to kill them?” You rubbed your hands together in excitement at the thought of ridding the world of hydra scum.

“No, we don’t. We can’t engage so don’t get too excited about it.”

You both reached the compound and all your friends were waiting for you in the lounge. They all pounced on you as Fury had already informed them about the marriage. Natasha had already planned out the bachelor party while Pepper had booked an appointment with the world’s known fashion designer. You kept laughing at all their thrilled expressions and you were feeling sure of your choice by the minute.

The night passed like it and before you know you were off to the mission. Steve was extra protective this time as he won’t let you move a step forward before double checking the hallways first. You just rolled your eyes but you still found it pretty darn cute. No one has ever cared for you like this. But what you didn’t realise was that there was a secret doorway in one of the halls that you passed and you were quickly ambushed by four hydra agents. You got into your super soldier mode and took on the two to your right while Steve went for the left ones.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)? Cap?” Tony’s voice filtered through the comms.

“We have been ambushed but we have it under control.” You talked while slicing the jugular of a blonde six foot man and kicking the other in the shin. Steve also had it under control as he deflected all the attacks with his shield and threw punches when he got an opening.

“Okay. I have agents on standby if you need them.”

“Copy that.” After about five minutes, you had dealt with all of them and got away with only a couple of cuts and bruises.

“Let’s go to the infirmary together.” Steve purposed the idea when you refused Tony’s order to go get checked by the doctors. He didn’t want you to feel like he was ordering you around but he cared about you a lot.

“Only if you insist and Cap, we are getting married at the end of this week.” Kissing him on the lips, you left for the infirmary while he stood there with his mouth agape.

The whole compound was a mess for the whole week and Tony had benched you and Steve because apparently, the bride and groom can not be injured on their wedding day. You were over the moon about this new chapter in your life and so was your fiancé. This was the best thing that has happened to you in a while and you were glad. The ceremony was over before you even knew it with you both reading out your own vows and kissing sweetly when the priest announced you as husband and wife. You loved every minute of it but you were glad when it was over.

“I just wanted to tell you that we can take it slow if you want to.” As soon as Steve entered the room, he tried to clear things up before they got uncomfortable.

“I don’t want to. I told you I had feelings for you and they have grown ever since.”

“I love you, (Y/N). I know it might be too early but-”

“I love you too. Now, kiss me.” You spent the night with your husband and it was perfect. He made you bed in breakfast the next morning and you just enjoyed the whole day with your husband. It was truly a blessing to have Captain America as your husband because he was truly an honest and a moral man.

The next few days for you were spent as a newly married wife and it was perfect. Your friends threw parties and took you both out for dinners; their treat. You didn’t go back to your job for a couple more days and safe to say, it was peaceful. The days were spent with your friends as you all lounged around in the theatre room. At night, it was just you and your husband and it was much more entertaining.

“(Y/N), I have to go on a classified mission with Buck. Are you going to be okay at home, all alone?” Steve kissed the top of your head as he placed the pancakes in front of you.

“I am not going to ask what it is about but I need guarantee that you are going to back to me in one piece.” You mumbled while shoving pancakes in to your mouth. A girl needs her food.

“I will, promise. Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.” There was a moment of silence before you contemplated about what to do with your day.

Entering the kitchen, Tony asked. “What are you doing?”

“Just resting.”

“I am in mood of some homemade cupcakes. Want to bake them with me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I suppose. Have nothing else to do.” You were worried about Steve because it had been a long while since he had gone on a mission without you.

“Cap is going to be just fine and Bucky is with him. No one can win against that metal arm. My invention is state of the art.” Seeing you distracted, he tried to ease your worries. Pretty soon, you indulged into the whole baking thing and time passed you by.

“Hey, I am home.” Steve was shocked to see the whole kitchen filled with baked goods; counter, oven top, coffee table and chairs. Tony and you might have gone a little overboard with the whole baking thing. It was a good distraction so no one should blame you.

“Hi. You are alright.” A sigh of relief escaped you as you crushed him into a hug.

“I never back down from a promise, princess.” He tucked you under his left arm and picked up a muffin with his right. “What do you want to do today?”

“I was thinking we can go to the amusement park today.” You turned in his arms to give him your puppy dog eyes. He could never say no to you then.

“As you wish, princess.” You both quickly got ready with you wearing a sundress that reached your mid thigh and Steve in a simple black t shity and jeans.

The amusement park had been fun up until you decided that you wanted to go on the roller coaster. The moment it fell downwards from the sky, you looked pale and horrified. For someone who was reluctant to go on the ride, Steve was quite enjoying himself. When it stopped, you found the near trash can and hurled violently. Afterwards, you decided to stick to the slower rides. By the end of the day, you were on a ferris wheel with your husband by your side and your favorite ice cream in your hand. You kissed on top of the ferris wheel. Cliche but that was exactly what you were going for. This was all perfect and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

“I love you so much.” You whispered lazily as you laid in the bed with the blankets wrapped around you snugly. Today was wonderful but tiring.

“I love you too. (Y/N), have you thought about kids?” He asked reluctantly as he knew that it had only been a month in your marriage. It was a little too early but he just wanted to know.

“I know that they are in my future but I want to wait a year or two. I want to spend sometime with you alone.”

“This is the same thought that I had. Just wanted to get this out of the way.” Kissing you sweetly, he called it a night and dozed off to sleep.

Three years passed you by like they were nothing, Maybe it was because you were too happy. Of course there had been lows in your life like when you and Steve were on the verge of divorce because you were starting to drift apart. But you both worked through it and you were happier ever since. You almost died once in a mission and you weren’t able to get off the bed for three moths. It was painful and Steve was with you every step of the way.

However, there were too many good things that tipped the scale in your favor. Like when Steve brought a puppy as a gift for your first anniversary, Milo. Your love from him only grew afterwards and when you both found out that you were pregnant with your first child, you were over the moon. A tiny version of you and Steve was growing inside of you and it was the best feeling in the world. Labor was extensive but you got her as a reward. Rebecca Grant Rogers.

“Can you please go see her? I fed her about an hour ago.” You kicked your husband out of bed and he whined before getting up. Sleepless nights were finally getting to you both.

Gently cooing to the three months old, Steve picked her from the crib. “Hey bubs. What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

“Mmmmm” Becca babbled on as she saw her favorite person in front of her. The four month was attached to his hip and you loved the bond between them.

“Let’s go to our room and try to sleep again.” You had drifted to sleep but you stirred awake when he came back to bed with your daughter in his arms.

“She is not going to sleep?”

“No, this little bug just wants to spend time with her parents.” A toothless grin adorned her face as she kept her icy blue eyes on her parents.

“Do you want me to make you laugh, huh, baby?” Tickling her, you got a smile on your face as she laughed out whole heartedly. She was the mini version of Steve but there were hints of you in her as well, like her chin or her smile.

Time passed by and soon it was 3 in the morning. “Let’s sleep now.”

“Yes. We have to go on a mission tomorrow and Nat and Wanda have said that they will babysit Becca for the day.”

“That’s nice.” Steve laid your little girl in the middle of the bed and you both put your arms around her. It was peaceful and you were content with your life.

“I love you.”

“Love you too, babe. Sweet dreams.” You thank Fury everyday for the decision of getting you two married. Your life was just perfect now and nothing could change that.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!!

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A/N: I loved writing about Steve and I am open to requests now. I will be working on my own drafts alongside it. You can send in requests but it will take some days for me to get to them:) Love you guys and do tell me if you want to be added to my taglist.

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[delimeful]

the shapes in the silence (13)

warning: illness, mild emetophobia, arguing, panic attack, dissociation, altered mental state, guilt 

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They had very little time to process, after Puff-- Anxiety-- their rescuer collapsed limply to the ground.

Roman and Patton each burst into their own hysterics, but Logan was utterly silent. He was frozen, mind racing and connecting a thousand little dots, like realizing a constellation had been right in front of you, you’d just somehow missed the brightest star.

The form of Anxiety was sprawled out undeniably in front of them, struck down by the attack that had been levied against Puff, because he was Puff. He’d wondered why Anxiety wasn’t prone to their shrinking dilemma, but he’d been dealing with it the longest. Anxiety’s withdrawal and Puff’s strange behavior were causation and correlation.

Anxiety lay before them, but whatever he had done to change his form, to protect them against attack, it had changed him. Small purple scales curled over his cheekbones, two curved, deer-like ears lay limp on the sides of his head, and even a tail where there had been none before.

If there had ever been any way to refute his connection to Puff, his appearance now countered it single-handedly.

In the end, it was the doubts that snapped them all out of it.

Sinuous, shifting forms that changed with every blink, they crawled up from their blind spots, appearing in the corners of their vision.

Roman snapped his sword hand back up reflexively, frowning, but Logan could easily read the confusion scrawled across his posture. He’d complained at length about the creatures, their persistent aggression and the way that they always heralded Anxiety’s appearance in this realm, like the world’s creepiest minions.

But Anxiety lay prone at their feet, in no state to control anything, and furthermore, the glittering eyes of the doubts seemed almost… locked on him, glinting with malice.

More questions, and the only one who could answer them was unconscious and quickly gaining a sickly tint to his skin. The doubts were creatures of despair, and if they reached Patton or Anxiety-- the more emotion-driven pair out of the four of them-- the results could be disastrous. They needed out, now.

Logan firmed his shoulders, moving to cut through the panicked back-and-forth his companions were doing.

“Roman,” he called, taking reference from every instructor that Thomas had ever respected to insert authority into his tone, “pick Anxiety up.”

The creative side jerked, his eyes drawn down to Anxiety for a second before flickering away. “And give up my stalwart defense? We’ll be overcome before we reach anything resembling an exit!”

“You need to pick up Anxiety,” Logan repeated, and took a deep breath, shedding all the dirt and gore that he had accumulated while trekking through the Imagination. “I’m bringing the exit to us.”

Applying his function to a space that wasn’t real tended to... destabilize it. It was a last resort, the sort of thing that they’d figured out early on should be avoided. Roman demonstrably put his heart and soul into his work, after all, and fracturing it hurt Creativity as much as the realm itself. Even something as small as Logan breaking his own immersion made Roman twitch, let alone what he was about to pull.

Roman’s eyes went wide with understanding, and then grim determination. He sheathed his sword back into nothing and knelt down at the fallen Side’s side, only hesitating for the barest moment before sliding his arms under his shoulders and knees and lifting him into the air.

The motion seemed to jar Anxiety, and he let out a pained whine that wouldn’t have sounded out of place coming from Puff. Lifted up like this, they could see the singed gouge that tore through the back of his hoodie, the smoking, rotting injury lined up on his spine in the exact same place it had hit Puff.

“It looks bad,” Patton whispered, his eyes wet and his hands half-pressed over his mouth. The doubts were closer now, circling like wolves. They couldn’t be allowed to worsen Anxiety’s condition.

“We will handle it,” Logan said, not allowing even the slightest tremor in his voice as he held his hands out. He met Roman’s eyes, one last warning, before closing his own and focusing all his attention on dismantling the environment around him.

It was all illusory, from the faint scent of ozone lingering in the air to the cold stone around them. None of it was real, not the magic or the monsters, not when one thought about them logically. The Imagination was a limitless space, shaped and crafted by Creativity, and so any distance between them and the placement of an ‘exit’ was simply imaginary.

There was no logical reason to traverse an imaginary path, and so with one yank, Logan pulled and then folded the space between them and the exit, like crumpling a piece of paper to make two ends meet.

The landscape crinkled around them, bricks shattering and environments crashing together with discordant scraping. Roman would be feeling the effects of the hole in his work for a while, but there was a doorway ahead of them and the doubts were scattered and caught in the folds and tears Logic had created.

“Move,” Logan said through gritted teeth, and Roman staggered through the exit, Patton hot on his tail. He stepped through as well, the door slamming shut on its own behind him. His presence wouldn’t be tolerated in the realm for a good long while after this.

He beckoned Roman over, shoving away the guilt he felt at the other Side’s pained grimace. If his power had just held long enough for the Imagination’s effects to be wiped from Anxiety as well--

The wound pulsed once, as though to announce its stubborn survival. It was glowing a painful violet, the injury resembling nothing more than a slowly expanding Lichtenburg figure.

Logan’s knuckles went white as he looked down at it. He hadn’t even managed to make the injury into something real, something more manageable to treat.

He reached out, grasping again for that sense of unreality, of rejection, and Roman pulled away, backing up.

“No more,” he said firmly, his voice a sharp contrast to the shaking of his arms. Logan felt that familiar guilt threaten to flood for a moment, before-- “Specs, you’re about to pass out. You used too much.”

He blinked, glancing down at his hand. It was shaking, too. He’d overtaxed himself, been too involved in the previous daydream to shut it down without any backlash.

Logic shouldn’t have been too involved in anything. He clenched his fist, abruptly furious with himself.

“Whatever that witch’s calamitous curse caused, it’s spreading slowly for now,” Roman announced, still seeming almost skittish with Anxiety in his arms. “We have yet time to uncover the truth.”

Patton pressed the back of his hand against Anxiety’s forehead, hissing sympathetically. “He’s burning up. I don’t know about curing curses, but-- we can at least help with this.”

They all had memories of Thomas’s parents coaxing him through fevers and flus, but Patton was the best at actually following that example. He directed Roman to the couch, flitted back and forth between the kitchen and the living room with all the classic illness aids.

“This is a spell-based sickness. There’s no reason to believe that this illness will function similarly to Thomas’s past experiences,” Logan started, and then was promptly cut off by Anxiety jerking halfway up off the couch, twisting, and vomiting into the small trash can Patton had just brought out. “... I stand corrected.”

His voice seemed to drag Anxiety’s attention from his retching, his head bobbing up to look around.

He stared out at them with bleary eyes for a heartbeat, all of them quiet and frozen and waiting, and then he slumped back down into both the couch cushions and unconsciousness. A mutual breath of relief went around the room.

“So, are we… going to talk about it?” Patton asked, as though half-dreading the answer.

“Talk about what?” Roman snapped sarcastically, crossing his arms. “The fact that apparently our dear draconic companion has been none other than Anxiety, the scourge on our home, the blight on our fields, the bane of Thomas’s existence, this entire time?”

“We don’t own any fields,” Logan interjected.

“Well, if we did, the guy would probably blight them! He’s a-- a blighter!” Roman replied, increasingly higher in pitch. “This is probably some kind of trick, a foul villainous plot for some greater purpose we don’t understand yet. Anxiety can’t possibly be— have been—!”

“Talking shit?” A familiar drawl rang out, a dark figure appearing on the stairs between one blink and the next and making them all jump. “I thought I heard someone say-- Anxiety?”

There was a moment of stunned silence as everyone looked between the two identical figures in the room.

“Well,” the Anxiety that was clearly actually Deceit said, glancing over the three of them, “I don’t suppose I could convince you that he’s the fake one? … No? What a shame.”

He lifted his shoulders from Virgil’s perpetual slouch easily, shedding his disguise in favor of his usual attire. Several more puzzle pieces clicked into place.

“You were the one who appeared when we introduced Puff to Thomas,” Logan said, cutting off the startled exclamations from the others. “And just now-- you returned from appearing to Thomas, didn’t you? As Anxiety, not yourself.”

Deceit rolled his eyes, adjusting his cufflinks absently. “Yes, well, someone had to do his job while he was… preoccupied. Or were you all so remiss as to not notice the decline that comes with a complete absence of Anxiety?”

They all bristled in unison. “All we’ve been doing as of late is trying to figure out why Thomas has been struggling recently,” Logan replied stiffly. “We cannot jump to conclusions based on the seemingly random reticence of one Side.”

“Oh, but now you know it’s not random at all, don’t you?” Deceit purred, stepping down the stairs one by one. “After all, Occam’s Razor has never proved to be true before.”

“You’re the one who’s slithering around impersonating other Sides!” Roman cut in with a sharp accusation. “How do we know you’re not the reason dear Thomas has been acting off?”

Deceit’s lip curled, displaying a curved fang. “I haven’t been the only reason Thomas hasn’t fallen apart entirely! But if you’d really like to cast blame, I’m happy to inform all three of you that this is your fault.”

“Our fault?” Roman and Patton’s voices overlapped, one outraged and the other alarmed. Logan frowned, smoothing down his tie absently.

“Are you speaking under false pretenses again? Only moments ago, you were claiming that Anxiety’s… disappearance was the source of Thomas’s recent struggle.”

Deceit’s gloves crinkled with the force of his grip on the banister. “You three are the ones who drove Anxiety to believe that he was superfluous, to the point that he decided somehow trapping himself in the form of a— a pet was better than spending another moment as himself in your presence,” he spat, each word furious and bitter.

There was a tense pause, and Deceit visibly reeled in his anger with a deep breath. “I refuse to spend any longer debating sins with you. If you’ll hand over Anxiety—,”

“No!” Logan startled himself with the sharp response, but Roman and Patton alike had echoed it. They exchanged looks, all of them struggling for a moment to put it to words.

Finally, Patton turned to where Deceit was staring at them with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know why Anxiety chose to— chose this, but I do know that he got hurt trying to protect us. And if it really is our fault-- ...Well, it wouldn’t be right either way, making you or him deal with this alone.”

“And that’s assuming you even have the tools to deal with it,” Logan added, earning himself an irritated glare from the Dark Side. “That was not a slight against you. To elaborate on my meaning, Roman’s experience with the realm and the perpetrator behind the injury could be invaluable in treating it. It would be remiss for us to not offer aid.”

There was a beat, and Roman looked up belatedly from Anxiety, his face pale and eyes distant. “Right,” he said, and then stronger, “Right. We’ll help Anxiety overcome this curse, and then speak with him ourselves on the matter of blame.”

Deceit looked between the three of them assessingly, gaze occasionally flickering down to where Anxiety lay. “I could handle this perfectly well,” he snapped, “but fine. However. If you worsen his condition and force me to continue this ridiculous charade… you will all certainly enjoy the consequences.”

He let the threat sit in the air ominously. Logan thought his forced disdain was a rather strange way to express protectiveness over Anxiety’s well-being, but to be frank, Deceit’s motives could be difficult for him to parse on a good day.

“Deceit,” Patton called before the other Side could sink out. “You’re welcome to come check on Anxiety whenever you’d like. I… I just wanted you to know.”

Deceit cast a glance back at Anxiety, unreadable, and sank out without another word.

—-

Half an hour after Deceit’s revelations, Anxiety woke up.

They hadn’t noticed at first. Patton had been in the kitchen, making enough soup to feed a small army, and Logan and Roman had been preoccupied with bickering, trying to piece together a timeline.

“—can’t be certain that any of the appearances prior to Puff’s introduction to Thomas were Deceit. Anxiety did not withdraw entirely until after that event,” Logan was saying, sharpening his tone to keep Roman from interrupting for the sixth time.

“But the things he said, it has to have been Deceit,” Roman retorted again. “Perhaps this has been going on for months, all part of a plot to replace Anxiety!”

“And do what? Thomas actively ignores Anxiety as often as possible,” Logan stated, the fact making something in his stomach twist oddly. “It would be pointless for Deceit to replace someone with little to no influence.”

“Who knows how the minds of Dark Sides work?” Roman scoffed, and then glanced over Logan’s shoulder and stood. Logan turned to watch him adjust the blankets that had shuffled part ways off of Anxiety.

Roman paused, and then leaned in slightly. “The curse mark—,” he started, and then was cut off by two and a half blankets being tossed directly at his face.

Anxiety scrambled off of the couch with surprising speed for someone who clearly could barely feel any of their limbs. His eyes were wide with unmistakable terror, pupils slit, and Logan lifted his hands non-aggressively.

“Anxiety, calm down,” he started, and Anxiety shot off towards the stairs with frantic and unsteady steps. From this angle, Logan could see the way the wound left from the curse was pulsing and expanding, and felt his own jolt of fear.

Patton rushed out of the kitchen just in time to see Anxiety overshoot and slam into the wall beside the stairs, bouncing off without a sound and struggling to regain his momentum like an animal mindlessly fleeing for its life.

“Patton, grab him before he hurts himself even further!” Logan called, and Patton hurriedly half-tackled the Side, pinning his arms and lifting him up.

Anxiety keened, voice warping into that double tone, and then kicked out against the wall, nearly toppling the both of them. By now, Roman had freed himself, and he jumped to Patton’s side to lend a steadying arm.

Logan hurried forward, careful to stay out of range of Anxiety’s still-kicking legs.

“Anxiety. Anxiety, can you hear me? You need to breathe deeply now, please follow this pattern,” he tried to count steadily, even as Anxiety stared right through him and made awful, gut-wrenching whimpers. His eyeshadow was streaked down the sides of his face like inky tear tracks. “3, 4, 5– Please, Anxiety, we’re not trying to hurt you.”

“It feels like it’s growing,” Patton whispered, Anxiety’s back still pressed to him. Roman pushed the neckline of the other Side’s hoodie aside, and swore at the dark, angular tendrils that were creeping up to his shoulder blades.

“We need him to calm down,” Logan said, but there wasn’t a single soothing method that would work if the person was too far gone to even sense him. “I don’t—,”

“Okay. Okay, I’m— I’m going to calm him down,” Patton said firmly, and then stepped back from the other two and maneuvered Anxiety so he was facing Patton. Logan recognized what Patton was attempting only a moment before Anxiety was pulled into a firm, encircling hug.

Patton’s ability to share positive emotions through physical contact— once jokingly dubbed a ‘drug hug’ by Roman— hadn’t been used frequently since they were all significantly younger. Nowadays, with Logic clearly not needing emotions and Creativity too prideful to ask for one, Patton mostly only used the ability accidentally— slipping up when he was hugging someone while too excited or happy.

Since switching over to this half of the Mindscape, Anxiety had never been exposed to this particular ability. The other Side twitched in Patton’s grasp for a moment, tail thrashing, holding out far longer than Logan expected before slowly melting into the embrace. When Patton finally pulled away, Anxiety was blinking dazedly but seemed considerably more aware of his surroundings.

“His back,” Logan started, and then stopped short.

The wound’s unnatural spread had stopped, the previous panicked pulsing of it reduced to a slow, muted metronome.

“His— Is it based on his heart rate?” Logan asked, bewildered and hating it. “It can’t be consciousness, he’s conscious now and the growth has stopped entirely, but it hadn’t receded at all earlier—,”

“Fear,” Roman said, his mouth set grimly. “A curse for Anxiety that feeds on fear. That’s exactly the kind of cruel irony that the Dragonwitch loves.”

Patton tightened his grip on Anxiety’s hand, his face wrinkled with worry. After a moment, Anxiety squeezed his hand back, still seeming a little distant from the actual conversation.

Logan knew from experience that getting one of those hugs at full power could feel like the emotional equivalent of being dropped into cold water unexpectedly-- it was a shock to the system, one that took a while to adjust to. He wouldn’t be surprised if Anxiety’s nonverbal state lingered for a while longer.

“Then… how do we fix it?” Patton asked. “Do we need him to… stop being afraid for real? Can we do that?”

Logan was quiet, thinking about how fearful Anxiety had looked for the brief moments he was fully aware around them. Roman looked away, and then shook his head.

“I need to return to the Imagination to check on something,” he announced, gaze distant. “I should… probably begin restructuring it, as well.”

Logan hid a wince. “I apologize for being so rough on the realm,” he said, remembering the way Roman had shaken with strain.

Roman waved it off. “You did what you had to, to get us all out. More useful than… well, consider yourself magnanimously forgiven.”

With a smile that seemed a pale facsimile of his normal one, he departed.

Logan turned to Patton, who looked a little wobbly at the knees. “We will be able to help him eventually, we just need more time to investigate,” he said as gently as he could, leading them both back to the couch. “Until then, we can take shifts to look after him.”

Patton curled his free hand around Logan’s, searching his gaze as though seeking some kind of solution. “We’ll figure this out together, right?”

“Right.”

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love Pt. 2 (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader)

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T? Maybe? Almost the exact opposite of the first one. Language, minor violence Genre: Fluff, mainly, with admittedly a little bit of humor? I blame my lack of sleep. And my adhd. Warnings: Implied cannibalism adjacent activities because guess what honey, this is a fucked up family, what do you expect of me??? Sure, they have breakfast in this, there's cute stuff, but c'mon, they don't eat flowers and oatmeal! Notes: Doubt it needs to be said, but this is a sequel to the good ending of part one. Also Cass has one line in this that might be OOC, or seem oddly placed, but admittedly this chapter is also loosely based on a dream I had, and I couldn't not include the few direct quotations I remembered, and she seemed the most likely to say the line. And yes, there will be a part 3, because I am weak and also kind of maybe made this one less plot-moving than intended.

{Wounded Love: The re-woundening}

Every step ached more than the last, even with Alcina supporting you. She had wanted to carry you down the stairs, of course, but you had insisted that you would be fine. Now you were just determined not to complain out loud. One yelp or cry and you’d be scooped up in her arms, surely to be carried for the rest of the day. As much as you appreciated your girlfriend’s assistance, you hated feeling useless, and hated putting a burden on others. So here you were, one arm wrapped around Alcina’s waist, limping ever-so-slowly towards the dining room.

Further ahead (unburdened by your injury) the three Dimitrescu daughters talk among themselves, voices hushed as they too headed for breakfast. It was odd to see them all awake, and socializing, as there was usually at least one who came to meals late. You couldn’t help but wonder if it had something to do with your condition… or the circumstances that had caused it.

Less than eighteen hours had passed since your fight with a stray lycan, and tension had been high since. While you hadn’t yet spoken to the sisters, you had spoken to Alcina, who had briefly mentioned their concern for you. Whether they actually cared about you as a person or just cared because you are dating their mother is unclear. Based on how they had acted while treating your wounds, though, you were inclined to think that they were fond of you. And seeing as Alcina had already vowed to get revenge on your behalf… well, you wouldn’t be surprised to learn that her daughters intended to assist.

“Careful on the last step, dear,” Alcina says, positioned as to catch you if you fell. It takes a little willpower to resist the urge to hop down the rest of the way. As long as you landed on your uninjured leg, it wouldn’t even be that bad. Still, irritating your girlfriend first thing in the morning felt like a pretty stupid thing to do. Instead you just nodded, slowing down even more, and took visible care not to trip. “Good girl.”

Well, you certainly couldn’t say that being careful didn’t have its rewards.

“I have my moments,” you replied, blush rising to your cheeks. Suddenly your pain didn’t feel so bad (at least until you took another step and winced). “Damn, who woulda thought that cutting a chunk out of my leg would make it hurt more?” The leg in question throbbed in pain, as if to prove your point, protesting the weight you put on it. Changing the angle at which you stood helped some, allowing the lower half of the limb to bear more of the burden.

“Dearest…” Alcina starts to say, looking like she was going to readdress her desire to carry you. For a moment you try to avoid her gaze, but she moves in front of you, making sure that you could still hold onto her for support. “I know how you feel, how you want, desperately, to be independent. When I was first… granted this gift, it took a long time to adjust. There was so much I had to relearn how to do, so much that I suddenly needed done for me.” A pause, a deep breath. At last you look up at your girlfriend, warmth in your heart, reaching out to hold her hand. “You have time, my dear, and plenty of it. More than that… this will not last forever. The more you push yourself, the longer your recovery will take. Now, please, allow me to assist. You have already proven how strong you are.”

“Oh, you drive a hard bargain… but if you insist, who am I to decline? Or, well, who am I to decline twice in a row?” You answer, somewhat begrudgingly. It wasn’t much farther to the dining room, you figured, so it wouldn’t be much of a loss to accept help. Or at least that was what you told yourself. Even with Alcina’s encouragement it was so hard for you to accept her help. After all, you were the one that worked for her. Never mind the fact that she was somewhat responsible for your injury- really, you were actively avoiding thinking about that.

It’s much easier to forget once Alcina carefully picks you up. One arm goes under your legs, the other under your chest, lifting you without any effort. You might as well have been a kitten or a child’s toy. The movement does, however, shift your injured leg in such a way that it aches. At this point you can hardly move the limb at all without it hurting, and even the slightest friction against the bandage makes your eyes water.

Apparently someone would be delivering some painkillers later in the day. You assumed it would be The Duke (whose name is apparently not Doug, as you had thought), seeing as he knew some special way to get to and fro without risking the same fate that had befallen you. Which, of course, made you feel a lot better. Getting someone else hurt would weigh on your mind forever.

Regardless, you were safe now, as was your strange, bloody little family. Before long you would even be enjoying a pleasant meal together. Certainly that would help get your mind off of your wound? For now, though, you were met with an unexpected impasse. The sort of impasse that really, really should have been expected.

“Why… is the doorway… so small?” You asked, jokingly, as you stare into the mildly embarrassed face of your girlfriend. It’s already hard enough for her to crouch through the gap normally. When she’s carrying you? Impossible. “Can we ask Mother Miranda for bigger doors? She gave you eternal life and also three kids, she’s gotta be capable of making bigger doors. Put me down, I’ll go call her and-”

“That won’t be necessary, dear,” Alcina cuts you off, not fully appreciating this part of your humor. Or maybe she had already asked for bigger doors, only to be told no?... Okay, yeah, it was probably the first option. With a sigh she sets you down, as gently as she can manage. Ready and raring to go, you start to hobble forward, only to find all three of the daughters waiting for you, just beyond the door. They’re grinning as they watch you, and Bela extended her arm to offer her help. “What appears to be the matter?” Alcina asks from behind you. Accepting your fate and Bela’s arm, you let the sisters guide you to the table, Cassandra holding your other side, and Daniela pulls your chair out for you. Honestly it’s pretty adorable. Evidently your girlfriend agrees, from the way she smiles as she follows.

“Thank you,” you say, more out of reflex than genuine gratitude. Again, you weren’t thrilled about needing this assistance. If the girls notice they’re at least polite enough not to mention it. They simply move to their own seats at the large table, eager to dig in. It feels… strange, to be here, on this side of things. Stranger still to realize you’re the only one intending to eat actual food. There’s wine in your glass, but it’s a much fainter red than those you’ve previously served to your girlfriend. Thank goodness, you think, after how raw my throat was yesterday, I really don’t need to taste any more blood.

Once Lady Dimitrescu sits down, the meal formally begins, with several maidens appearing from the kitchen. Several seem relieved to see you, although surprised, and one even gave you a brief smile. The smile did not last, however. It wasn’t unexpected, considering the nature of her job, the pressures that it put upon her. No one smiled at mealtimes. Well, no maidens, that is. They simply moved around, wordlessly, faces blank, doing exactly as instructed. Only a few days ago you had been among them, fear keeping you in line. Was it wrong of you to care for Alcina, knowing what she was capable of doing to others? Knowing what she might have, in another life, done to you?

A maiden places a plate of warm food, as well as a bowl of fresh fruit, in front of you. For a moment your eyes meet, but she looks away instinctively. Your heart threatens to break.

“This looks wonderful, thank you for your hard work, all of you,” you speak up, glancing at each of the women working so hard. There’s more you want to say that dries in your throat; you are valued, you are deserving, someday I will join your ranks again.

“You don’t need to thank them, they’re just doing their jobs,” Cassandra chimes from the other side of the table. Hearing her say that damn near makes you drop your fork. It’s not an uncommon settlement, particularly among older generations and the rich, but one that irks you nonetheless.

“They’re doing my job. They are taking on extra work, for no pay, because I am injured. Why would I be so cruel as to ignore them? Have I not toiled alongside them enough to call them my kin?” You ask, struggling to keep your voice even. Next to you Alcina is slowly cutting into her meat, watching the scene unfold out of the corner of her eyes, perhaps considering when to step in. On the other end of the table, Bela looks increasingly uncomfortable, as if silently willing her sister into silence. None of the maidens have reacted to what you said, likely too afraid of Cassandra to even consider speaking.

“Ooooh, this is much more fun than our usual breakfasts,” Daniela says, stifling a giggle. “Do you have any other thoughts you’d like to share? Preferably ones that aren’t about me.” At this, Alcina sets her utensils down, clearly intending to put an end to the discussion. Unfortunately for her, you were a bit… impulsive, especially considering the previous night’s activities had left your mind struggling to cope.

“Dead lycans smell terrible. Literally the worst thing I’ve ever smelled, easily, no question about it,” you answer, shrugging a little as you do. It’s such a simple thought that you almost don’t realize how the others at the table react. Until the clatter of silverware on the table catches your attention, that is. All three sisters are eying you with different expressions (Bela is confused, Cass is impressed, and Daniela looks shocked). But it’s Alcina’s wide-eyed stare that gets you to elaborate. “Should I have said ‘a dead lycan’? I only got one, so I guess I shouldn’t say they all smell bad. C’mon, though, they have to all smell bad, right?”

Suddenly Daniela shifts from shock to pure amusement, a fit of giggles overtaking her. You’re still confused, not sure what the matter was, so you just sip your wine and hope someone asks the right questions.

“You… killed the lycan that attacked you?” Bela finally says, after a few moments of her sister laughing, expression still incredulous. When you nod she sort of shakes her head, trying to clear her thoughts. “May I ask how you managed that?”

“Oh, you know, I just meh meh-” you mime a stabbing motion with your fork- “until the stupid thing stopped moving. I had to use a tree branch as a weapon, but then it broke after a few whacks, which actually helped because then I had two stabbing implements to, you know, stab with. That’s right around when it got my leg, and it tried to bite me. Thankfully it wasn’t very smart, so when it leapt at me I just hyah-” this time an upwards strike- “right into its neck. That didn’t kill it, but it was enough to slow it down, which allowed me to stab the other half of the branch into its skull. Made this horrible, horrible sound as it died. Seeing as we are eating, I will not imitate the sound. Not that I could, now that I think about it…”

Once again there’s silence. Even Daniela has quieted now, and is watching you with rapt interest, likely hoping that you’re hiding another story up your sleeves.

“So… did you guys actually think that I managed to run away from the lycan? Or were you under the impression that it simply got bored of me and left?” You ask, casually returning to your breakfast afterwards. No one says anything, at first, taking in your words as best as they can. A few moments later both Daniela and Bela resume their meal, as nonchalant as one could be in the current situation. Alcina, however, rests a gentle hand on your shoulder, meeting your gaze with a loving look.

“You will never cease to amaze me, my dear. But let us ensure you never have to… smell, or see, one of those wretched things again, yes?” She says, softly squeezing you as she does. You can’t help but agree, and nod eagerly, mouth too full of hashbrowns to speak. Still, there’s been a shift in the atmosphere of the room. It’s not that the family didn’t respect you before, as far as you can tell, but they evidently hadn’t expected you to prove as capable as you had. It brings a sense of pride to the forefront of your mind, making you completely forget about your injury for the remainder of the meal.

Unable to stop yourself, you insist on helping the other maidens clean up, and Alcina eventually agrees to let you wash a few dishes- as long as you stay sitting the entire time. The last thing you hear before you shuffle off to the kitchen is the start of a conversation between Cassandra and her mother.

“You picked quite a feisty one, didn’t you?”

“That I did, that I did…”

[thatoneitaliangirl]

Oh my gosh could you write a childe x reader thing 🥺🥺 I wanna just have some sweet angst with a happy outcome somehow 😔

I may have gone a bit overboard- At this point, I feel I'm literally incapable of writing anything under 1,000 words. So sorry this took so long, I had to take a break from writing to work out some things with school. A bunch of nonsense and stuff lol. You didn't specify gender, so I wrote the reader as female, only cause that's what I'm used to working with. I apologize if that's not what you wanted. I can always whip up something for ya with your preferred pronouns! But I'm not sure if I'll make it this long . . . I honestly don't know how I even did this, like this is a feat I feel. Anyways, I hope Childe isn't too OOC in this. I'm not the best when it comes to writing angst, so I hope you like it! And just as a little explanation beforehand, I read up that Childe joined the Fatui when he was about 14, became a Harbinger at 18, and is considered a young adult. So in this fic, it's assumed that he and you are at least 20 years old just so the timeline adds up and stuff. Also, despite how long this is, Childe isn't in it as much as you probably wanted- I have a tendency to write more about the reader than the characters. It's something I'm trying to break, but I was just so proud of this. I hope you like it! Anyways, happy reading!!! ^^

Childe x Reader Angst

Plot- Reader and Childe have been together for years when Reader finds out that Childe killed her sister when she was young.

Word count- 8,864 (I'm so sorry)

Warnings- Mentions of death, sadness, bad writing, possible suicide at the end(But just mentioned as a fear), swearing, and cringe 'funny' moments cause why not.

The wind blows through your hair as you sit atop a ledge overlooking Liyue Harbor. Today is your younger sister's birthday, and for the past six years, it's been nothing but a reminder of your failure. You were supposed to take care of her. After your parents passed away, you were all she had left, and she, you. But you were just a kid yourself, hardly capable of raising a child.

You bite your lip and look over at all the families walking about, having fun. It brings a smile to your face knowing at least some people can be happy on this day. She wouldn't have wanted doom and gloom to be her only remembrance. The sun in the sky is warm, beaming down on your skin. You've fought many battles for the Adventurers Guild during your time living in town, and are proud to say you've survived. Even escaped a few sparring matches with Childe relatively unscathed.

You win every time, but it's no surprise given he lets you win. That's one of the many things you love about him. He tries to put you first in most situations as much as he can with his job. And it's the little things like letting you win a fake fight that makes you feel like you're floating.

Your relationship is practically plastered on every notice board in town with how affectionate you are to each other. Not a soul in Liyue can look at you and not know you are the Harbinger's lover. But you're okay with that.

Taking in a calm breath, you hop down and glide your way to the docks below.

"Good morning, _____! Nice weather, isn't it?" You smile at the young girl as she approaches you. You've known her for a while now, and have come to consider yourself friends. She seems a bit nervous though.

"It certainly is. Are you okay, Chen?" Her smile drops and she grips onto her arms.

"Can I ask a favor of you? It's rude of me, but I'm desperate!"

"It's fine, what's the matter?" The young girl sighs.

"My brother borrowed a loan from Northland Bank last month and the payments were due two days ago. He told me he was going to pay it back . . . He hasn't been home since. I just thought that . . ."

"You want me to ask Tar?" Her eyes snap up to yours.

"Will you? Please? I'm just so worried about him! I told him not to take that loan, but he never listens to me." You put your hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"It's okay. It's no problem at all! I was just headed there anyway. I'll see about your brother for you." Young Chen sighs in relief and reaches in her pocket.

"Here, I want you to take this as payment." You shake your head and push her hand away.

"No, I could never!"

"I insist! My mother gave this to me when I was a kid," She opens your hand and places a small coin in before closing your hand around it.

"She told me travelers would give these coins to people who did favors for them and that they grant wishes! Though I'm sure that's just a children's story; I was never able to get it to work." You give the coin a look, hesitant, before slipping it into your pocket.

"Alright, I'll accept. Thank you!" You wave goodbye to Chen and head towards the bank. Childe spends most of his days there, what he does, you have no idea. It's a mystery. The most you get out of him is 'business' which, yeah, obviously you do business. But it's understandable. The Fatui are a questionable lot, and not many people in Liyue trust them.

The Qixing keep a close eye on them as well, though you're sure even they hardly know what goes down under the 'bank' façade. Sometimes Childe comes home with cuts and bruises, claiming they're from training with his comrades, and while you don't buy that one bit, you play along. No need to add to his stress. If he thought you needed to know, he would tell you. No doubt about it.

Walking up the many flights of stairs, you nod to Vlad who lets you in.

Lucky for you, the first face your eyes land on is the exact one you came looking for.

"Tar!" He immediately looks over in your direction, smiles, and dismisses the Fatui agent he was talking to.

"Well, if it isn't the most beautiful woman in all Teyvat. Come to steal my heart?" He pulls you into a hug and kisses your cheek.

"No need, I already have it," You pull away, giving him a smile.

"I actually came here to see you."

"I'd hope so! Who else would you want to see?" Rolling your eyes, you grab him by his hand and lead him to his office.

"I have a favor to ask of you," The joking atmosphere surrounding you turns heavy as you hold his hands in yours.

"As you know, today is . . . Very important to me. I was wondering if you could get off early tonight? If not, it's okay though. I don't want to trouble you or anything." Childe chuckles and pats your head.

"I know what today is. I already requested an early leave this morning, but they haven't gotten back to me yet. If we're that backed up, I'm not sure I'll be able to," Your face falls a bit, but you smile. He made the effort to try and get off early without you even asking.

He places his hand onto your face and rubs his thumb over your cheek.

"But I promise to make it up to you. If I don't get back too late, we can go up to Mt. Tianheng and watch the lights at night. I know you like to do that when you're upset." The kind smile on his face is only magnified by the gentle look in his eyes. He's always been soft with you, even before you got together.

It was always an odd sight for people to see the two of you interact before you were a couple. He always regards people with the same jokester attitude, especially those he has to keep an eye on. But when he's with you, he may joke around, but is always much more concerned for your wellbeing.

"Thank you, Tar. I really appreciate it." He smirks and laughs.

"You appreciate it, huh? How much?" You roll your eyes again and give him a kiss on the lips. Childe smiles into it and tries to make it deeper, but you pull away with his lips chasing after you.

"Easy there, tiger. Save it for later, huh?"

"So, there's a later?" You lightly smack his chest and pull away from him as he laughs.

"Get back to work, Tar." You turn to leave but stop in the doorway.

"Oh, before I forget, I ran into Chen earlier," The look in Childe's eyes shifts slightly, but you barely notice.

"She mentioned that her brother stopped by here about two days ago, and was wondering if you knew where he went after? He hasn't been home since and she's very worried."

He ponders for a moment before his eyes light up in realization.

"Now that you mention it, he did say he was headed towards Lingju Pass. Don't know what for though." He shrugs.

"Okay, thank you! I'll be sure to pass it on." You exchange words of love before you leave.

After speaking with Chen, you decided to head towards the countryside. Your conversation with her went about as well as you expected. She seemed distressed and unsure of the information you gave her, but any criticisms were held as she thanked you and left. You hope that she'll be okay and that her brother comes back. Archons know, you understand what it's like to lose a sibling.

You take in a deep breath.

The air in Liyue is unlike any other. Once you leave the city and all the warm bodies, it's nothing but gentle breezes and the smell of earth. And the occasional Hilichurl, but you can easily take out a few to preserve the peace.

Walking along a random path in the sand, you reflect.

When you and your sister were young, you would often take walks like these while your parents were arguing. Despite only being a few years older than her, you actively chose to take on a more nurturing role. But after your parents died, you realized just how hard it was to provide for the two of you.

You knew how to use a bow to hunt, but not well, and even though you had your mother's catalyst, you didn't have a vision. Sometimes just showing it off and pretending you had a vision was enough to scare off petty thieves and weak Hilichurls, but it was only a matter of time before that wouldn't be enough.

Unfortunately, that time came all too soon.

The two of you had found an abandoned campsite and you decided to rest for the night. Your sister and you were headed to Mondstadt in search of a distant relative who you believed could help you. But during the night, your sister got thirsty and you were all out of water in your canteen. So you heading out to find a lake close by to fetch some, only to return to see a dark figure escaping into the night and your sister, laying in the tent, unmoving.

You were only a few hours walk to the city.

Sometimes you wonder if you had kept going that night, maybe whoever it was would have never even crossed your path. Your cries for help were heard by knights close by and they gathered your sister. Everyone in the city was welcoming and understanding, and the church gave her a wonderful service.

But nothing could mend the hole in your heart. Thankfully, the family member was able to take you in and trained you to become a knight. But that's not what you wanted. You wanted to find the person who killed your sister. And after completing your training, you left for Liyue and gained your Cryo vision along the way.

You summon your catalyst and flip through the pages. It's strange how magic works and how everything interacts with your vision. Before you, this weapon served your pyro vision-wielding mother. After you gained your vision, all the spells changed to fit the cold rather than the heat. You sigh and close the book. Sifting through it is just going to make you more sentimental. The sky above begins to turn shades of orange and pink as the sun goes down, so you decide to head home.

"I know you did something!" A loud voice yells, not too far from you.

"Chen?" You whisper to yourself and make your way around to see her at the edge of town, yelling at a Fatui agent.

"Calm down, miss Chen. We don't know what you are referring to." She balls her hands into fists, her face twisted in anger.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about! Lingju Pass? He hasn't set foot there since our father died. How dare you make up such lies!" You decide to make your way over to try and calm her down. She's obviously upset, and you know that Fatui agents aren't well versed in the ways of 'feelings.' In fact, most of the ones you've met have all been quite stoic and unconcerned.

"Are you calling the Fatui liars, miss Chen?" You stop, Childe stepping out in front of the other agent.

What is Childe doing out here?

"You Fatui lie about everything! Everyone in Liyue despises your presence here, and this just proves to me how low you people actually are. What did you do to my brother?!" She reaches up to hit Childe, and you run up to her and grab her by her arms. You know she can't hurt him, but if she tries she could get into some serious trouble.

"Chen, listen to me, you have to calm down." She looks up at you with tears streaming down her face but shakes off your grip.

"No! I refuse! He knows something about my brother, I know he does!" She looks at you with pleading eyes.

"Please, _____, tell him. Tell him to tell me where my brother is!" Chen sobs. Tears start to form in your eyes.

"Chen, I'm sorry, but Tartaglia doesn't know," You look up at Childe and are taken aback by the look in his eyes. His eyes are dead, angry, violent as he stares at Chen. He waves his hand, and two Fatui agents come from behind and drag Chen away.

"Let go of me!" She struggles as they hold her arms and pull her through the dirt path. Chen glairs at Childe, digging her feet into the ground to slow them down.

"You're a monster, Harbinger! A monster!" You continue to stare after her as she's dragged away. What just happened? You've known Chen and her brother since you moved here. What could have happened to make this poor girl act like this? You jump when Childe places his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He wipes the tears from your cheeks and smiles his normal, dashing smile. Nothing like the look he was giving Chen just a moment ago.

"Sometimes those awful rumors spreading about the Fatui make people act irrationally." You look him in the eyes as he holds your face. His eyes are soft and caring now, just how he always looks at you.

"Do you know what happened to her brother?" You ask softly. His eyes darken a bit, but his smile never faults.

"_____, my love, are you questioning me now too? Come on, you know none of that stuff is true, right? I work at a bank, not much else to it." He answers, his voice joking, but there's this undertone you can't quite place and have never heard before. You force a smile and hug him close.

"Your right, I'm sorry for asking. I'm just so concerned for Chen and her brother. Do you know where they're taking her?" He hugs you back, tight, and kisses your forehead.

"I think you should just leave it be for now. Go home and get some rest. I should be getting off work soon, and we can do what I promised. How's that sound?"

"Good." You lean up and give him a kiss. His voice drops low as he whispers in your ear.

"I love you, _____. Don't ever forget that."

And he leaves before you can reply. A chill goes down your spine as you watch him leave, and it's not from your vision. You've never seen Childe like that before, even when he interacts with the Traveler. It made you freeze in place, made your blood run cold, and had your heart beating faster with fear all at the same time. That was Harbinger Childe, not your Tartaglia. You rub your hands along your upper arms to calm yourself. You never want to experience that again.

Taking a deep breath, you reach into your pocket to grab your handkerchief, but pull out the coin Chen had given you instead. All it does is remind you that once again you failed to protect someone you cared about. Poor Chen is scared and afraid, and you're positive that Childe's reaction did not help her any.

But as you hold up the coin, you notice a faint glow emanating from around the outer edge which turns the intricate patterns into Liyuian Characters.

'Let the truth be revealed.'

What does this mean? You remember Chen telling you the story of the coin, but it was just that. You've never heard of any coins gifted by travelers before, and it definitely wasn't a common folk tale.

You shove it back into your pocket and rush home.

The sun is almost fully down, and the stars begin to light your way as you walk hastily down the path. Once your house is in sight, you pick up the pace and run inside.

The glow from the coin is brighter now, illuminating your darkening house. How does one even make a wish on a coin?

"I want to see the truth, but I don't know how," The glow of the coin shifts and changes colors in your hands, giving off an almost mystical wave of magic you've never felt before. Whoever made this coin had to have been powerful. You take a deep breath and look at the coin with determination.

"Show me the truth!" The glow envelopes you and when you open your eyes, you're shocked at what lays before you. The dark figure that haunts your dreams at night looms over your dead sister, red-stained blade in hand and a mask over his face.

You step closer, the classic mask of the fatui on the hooded mans' face making his eyes glow white in the darkness. His stature is much smaller than yours, and his outline seems to be that of a boy. At the time it would have been easy for you to confuse him with a man, being he would have been taller than you. But now that you're an adult, you can clearly see his youth. He smirks and laughs down at your little sister's body while whipping the knife on his sleeve.

"You should never have crossed the Fatui." Your heart drops as the young boy removes his mask revealing ocean blue eyes. The eyes of your lover that you adore on the face of the person that you've despised for years. A woman appears next to him, the same woman you've seen him speak to on many occasions but have never spoken to yourself.

"Good work, Tartaglia. You've proven yourself useful to the Tsaritsa after all. But your job here is not done," Childe looks up at the taller woman, his face determined.

"The other daughter has left to fetch water. Unfortunately, there are too many knights around on patrol to take her. Dispose of the body, and return at once." Childe bows to the woman and she smiles wickedly.

"Yes, Signora. Anything for the Tsaritsa." She leaves, and Childe begins to wrap up the young girl's body in a blanket. He stops suddenly, lifting his head up as young _____ approaches from over the hill. Childe smirks, fixing his mask and hood back on properly.

"Until next time, _____." He says and begins to run.

You gasp as the light invades your sight again and you're returned to the present. Your heart is beating a mile a minute and your breathing begins to pick up. The realization is overwhelming, and the shock is preventing you from crying.

Tartaglia was the one this whole time? It can't be, it just can't! You love him, and he loves you, he says so all the time. Has he lied to you this whole time? Has he just been keeping you close to screw with you before breaking your heart and killing you? That coin has to be lying. There's no way your Tar would ever do something like that, especially to you! He tells you everything. There are no secrets between the two of you.

Right?

The clock on the wall says that it's seven-o-clock, usually when Childe gets off of work. You don't want to be here; you can't be here. How can you face him after seeing that, even if it was a lie? You quickly run up to your shared bedroom and grab your adventuring bag, filling it with few essentials.

Where will you even go? There's nowhere in Liyue where Childe can't find you. Even across Teyvat, the Fatui have eyes and ears. You just need some time to reflect, get your barrings, and confront him. If you'll confront him. This has to be some kind of joke, or lie placed by some unknown power to question your love for him. There's no way he could have-

"What are you doing, _____?" You gasp, started by Childe suddenly behind you, blocking the exit to your room.

"Tar, you scared me!" You say shakily, holding your bag close to your chest. He smiles his usual caring smile at you, but all you can see is the smirk he held while staring down at your little sister.

"Sorry, my love. I got off of work early like I said I would. Is that why you have your bag?" His ocean blue eyes dart down to your bag and back up to you again. You subconsciously grip the bag tighter, Childe noticing.

"N-No. I accepted a commission last minute." The lie slips out like acid on your tongue.

You've never lied to him before, and it feels wrong. But you have to get out of here. Every alarm bell in your body is screaming at you to run as fast as you can away from the man you love.

His brow furrows a bit with concern and he takes a step closer to you, but you take one back.

"This isn't about what happened today, is it?" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry if I scared you, it's just I don't like it when people falsely accuse me of things. I kinda slipped into Harbinger mode for a sec there." He laughs, again trying to come closer to you, you step back.

"Are they false though?" The question falls from your lips before you realize it, and Childe's eyes widen in surprise.

"_____, you can't be serious? You know I would never lie to you-"

"How do I know that, Childe?" You've never called him Childe, and it shows from the shock on his face when you do.

"What are you going on about? I could never-"

"Get away from me!" You yell at the Harbinger, tears finally falling from your eyes. There's no way you could be near him like this, knowing that he could have . . .

"Why? I love you, I won't hurt you." You try to steady your breathing as he slowly inches closer, treating you as of your a wild animal he wants to tame.

"You don't love me." You shake your head, gripping your backpack with white knuckles.

"What?" The question comes out as a whisper from the man's mouth in disbelief, hoping he didn't hear you properly.

"You don't love me!" You say one again, louder, confirming what he has hoped wasn't true.

"_____," Childe tries to come closer, but you shove past him and run to the front door. Before you can grab the handle, Childe grabs you by the shoulders and spins you around.

"Please, _____," His eyes are glassy with unshed tears as he gazes into your own.

"Tell me what I did to make you think this way?" You sob, hands pushing on his chest to break free but failing. You can barely breathe as the sobs rack through your body.

"You-" Trying to get the words out only makes you cry harder as the realization hits you. All the rumors are true. The Fatui are evil, conniving, and uncaring. They kill, pillage, experiment, torture, and don't care about who they have to step on to get their way. And your boyfriend, the love of your life, the man you wanted to marry and start a family of your own with, is one of them.

"You killed my little sister!" Your hands ball into fists and punch his chest as hard as you can, but in your state, you have barely any power.

"My baby sister is dead because of you! How could you?" You managed to get out through your tears, finally breaking down in the arms of the man you've despised for years.

Childe stares at you, unbelieving. He pulls you into a tight hug, crying on your shoulder, continuously apologizing. Never in your life have you seen Childe cry. Even when talking about how much he misses his family or his country, the farthest he gets is a sentimental smile and longing. Never have you thought you'd see him cry either. It's almost enough to make you forget that he's practically admitted to the murder.

He killed your only sister. How do you know he's sincere with his tears as he holds you close and begs you not to go? You've seen him lie before, never to you, but if he kept this secret for so long, what else has he been hiding? But none of that matters right now. The man you've been searching for years for, who you wanted to kill with your own bare hands, is the same person holding you so tenderly now.

How could you forget the countless nights you've woken up from nightmares of that boy coming to kill you and finish what he stared, only for Tartaglia to wake you up and hold you close, promising that he'd protect you? Every year when you mourn your sister and confide in him about how you were going to find that monster no matter what it took, did he fear you'd ever find out and kill him?

Is that why he kept you close for so long, to make sure you'd be too weak for him with love to ever even try? How can you love someone who killed your sister? It's easy to just assume you'd hate him, but for some odd reason, a little voice in the back of your mind is telling you to trust him and love him like you always had.

Another voice is telling you to end his life with no mercy and finally bring your sister to the peace she deserves.

Gathering up your strength, you manage to push him off of you.

"_____, no," He's in a state you've never seen before, face wet with tears, nose running, eyes puffy. But, he doesn't try to pull you back in.

You swiftly grab your bag and leave the house and Childe behind.

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"_____," Your cousin John calls your name, pinching the bridge of his nose. He watches as you continuously use your vision to destroy training dummies.

"You continue this and the knights aren't going to have anything left to train with." You stop temporarily to glare at him.

"I'm training."

"So it seems." He watches as you continue your 'training.'

"You know, this doesn't seem healthy. I'm no doctor or anything, but, maybe you should, like, not?" You sigh irritated and cross your arms.

"Not what, John?" He gestures to the broken wood pieces scattered around the courtyard. You roll your eyes.

"I'm doing no worse than the average rookie knight!" John nods, leaning up against the wall.

"Yeah, yeah, except no. Why? Thank you for asking, cause your not a rookie and you're upset, at what? I don't know because you refuse to tell me. All I know is that my cousin is back after being gone for three years and the-," John looks around before stepping closer and lowering his voice.

"The Fatui in town have been eying us up everywhere we go. What the hell happened while you were in Liyue?" You bite your lip and message your wrists. The tips of your fingers have begun to turn purple from the cold, but you hardly seem affected. John pats you on the back and leads you inside the knight's headquarters.

"Look, I know we were never very close, and when you lived with us, we barely spoke, but I'm here now. We're not kids anymore, _____." The two of you sit down in the library. The three years you lived with your uncle and cousin were your worst. They treated you nice, but you were grieving and took it out on them and many training dummies. It seems you've done the same again.

"I'm sorry, it's just . . ." What happened with Childe months ago is still fresh on your mind. You haven't seen him since you left that night, and you aren't sure if you want to. You're conflicted. You thought coming back to Mondstadt would help you clear your mind and help you decide what to do, but you can't, and it's frustrating.

Despite how hard you've tried . . . You still love Tartaglia with all of your heart. But you can't forget what he did. You could never forgive him either. You've held hatred for this man for six years now, and every waking moment has been used to devise a plan to find him and kill him. But you can't kill him; not when you still hold these feelings.

If this was his goal, then he succeeded. You know he knows you're in Mondstadt. As John said, the Fatui have had their eyes on you since you showed up. You wouldn't be surprised if they all have you listed as a threat. After all, being one of their high-ranking officer's vengeful lover with intent and reason to kill would put anyone on a list.

But, with that said, he hasn't tried to contact you. No letters, no passing of words, hell, no carrier pigeons. He's extra enough to do that. And this has caused you to feel even more upset. Cause you still love the man, and there's some hope still there that he meant what he said and he does love you and the fact he hasn't done anything is killing you.

"_____, you good?" You snap out of your daze and nod.

"Yeah, I was just thinking."

"You seem to be doing a lot of that lately. Please, what's going on with you?" You decide it's best to tell your cousin the truth.

You explain to him the situation. How you fell in love, what life was like for you the three years you were gone, the coin, and finding out the killer's identity. John looks at you in shock.

"Wow, that's a lot. And this is why you came back?"

"Yeah, I know. I should have come back sooner to at least visit, but," John cuts you off and waves his hands.

"No, you're fine. I mean, it would have been nice to see you, but that's irrelevant right now. You found out your boyfriend, a Fatui Harbinger, was the one that killed your sister, and you're here? Doing what? Destroying Favonius property?" You agree hesitantly.

"I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds odd."

"No, _____, odd is an understatement. Why are you here? You should be getting answers, slapping people, storming Snezhnaya! Actually, don't do that last one, that could get us in a lot of trouble."

"True," You agree.

"Honestly, I don't know what to do. Do I confront him? I mean, if he did kill her, which I'm about 90% sure at this point that he did, do I get revenge? I've wanted to for years, but I know that I could never kill him." John takes your hand in his and speaks with sincerity.

"You love him, I get that, but you can't let that get in the way of things."

"No, I mean, I literally couldn't kill him. He's a beast in battle, and could probably end me without even blinking. I've seen him take on multiple ruin guards in seconds, like, he's on a whole nother level." You sigh and put your head in your hands.

"But even despite that, I do still love him. At this point, I feel the best thing to do is to just move on. Go my own way and let him go his."

"And what about your sister, huh? Just gonna forget about her?" You look at him questioningly.

"Look, you need to at least get closure. Obviously, he doesn't want you dead, because you would have been so by now. I can't even tell you how many times the Fatui could have nabbed you, gagged you, and sacked you since you've been back."

"Gee, thanks John, that really makes me feel better about the situation." He rolls his eyes.

"Talk to the man, _____. There will always be a home here waiting for you to come back to." Maybe your cousin is right? If Childe did want you dead, you know damn well he has the power to have made it happen. But how would you even react when you see him? The only way to find out is to get it over with.

With newfound enthusiasm, you jump up from your position and slam your hands on the table.

"Alright, I'm gonna go! I'm gonna talk with Tartaglia and I'm gonna punch him at least once!"

"That's the spirit!" A series of loud shooshes sound around the library and you slowly sit back down.

"Sorry!"

You and your cousin John devise a plan over the next few days. You're still unsure about this whole thing, but with encouragement from John, you gain the confidence you need to push through.

In the end, you decide the best thing to do is to sneak out of Mondstadt without any Fatui seeing you. It's still dangerous to speak with him, and the two of you decide the safest thing is to get him unprepared and off guard. If he's not expecting you, he has no time to plan. Not that he needs a plan to kill you, he could just do it. But still-

As the sun seeps down past the hills and flatlands of Mondstadt, John and you make your way out of headquarters and down to the main part of town.

"You know what sounds so amazing right now? A tall mug of cider from Angel's Share!" John exclaims and grabs your arm. The two of you practically run towards the tavern, gaining looks from the other citizens.

"Cool it, John," You whisper yell to him as you head inside.

"You wanna actually look suspicious?" He laughs, sitting down at a table in the back.

"Sorry if I'm not good at being convincing. Dad always said acting would be my downfall."

"When would you ever have to act to be a knight?" He shrugs his shoulders.

"Right now?" Okay, he has a point. Merely minutes after you sit down, two Fatui agents walk in after, taking a table far enough away, but close enough to keep you in their sights.

"Don't worry, _____," Your cousin says, noticing your worried expression.

We'll get you out of here."

John waves his hand and gains the attention of Master Diluc as he's walking around the tavern.

"We'd like two Valberry Whiskey's please!" Your cousin asks loudly and winks. Diluc rolls his eyes and heads towards the back of the tavern, getting the 'drinks.'

It was a miracle and a half that John was able to convince Master Diluc to help you. But John said he owed him a favor. For what, you have no idea. Not even a second later, a young bard runs over to your table and slams his hands down.

"What did you just order?"

"Uh," You look to your cousin for guidance. The drink was simply a code, not an actual order.

"Valberry Whiskey?" The young bard looks at you in amazement. He's clearly drunk, but the sheer excitement in his eyes seems to sober him up enough to eagerly rush to the bar counter.

"A new drink! And Diluc didn't tell me?!" His shouts of joy gain the attention of the entire bar.

"A new drink?!"

"One not on the menu?"

"Master Diluc!"

Your cousin and you share a look as the crowd goes wild, rushing towards the front bar and to the back looking for Diluc to inquire about this new drink. The few Fatui agents that had followed you in stand up from their seat to get a better view of you and John. John grabs your arm and pulls you into the crowd, the Fatui agents desperately searching for your whereabouts.

"This way, _____." He pulls you farther and farther away from the Fatui till you feel another hand grab you and pull you out of the back entrance to the tavern.

"Hey, watch your hands, buddy!"

"Would you rather still be in there then, _____?" You smile nervously up at Diluc, who's handing you a bag and cloak.

"Things didn't exactly go as planned, huh?" The redhead smirks and crosses his arms.

"I knew that bard would be in here tonight. Drunk off his ass, he wouldn't be able to resist the call of a new drink item." You laugh, pulling the hood over your head.

"Thank you, Diluc." He gives you a rare smile and nods. You begin to walk off but stop, looking back at the tavern owner.

"Hey Diluc, what was the favor for?" Diluc sighs and pinches between his eyes.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

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The journey back to Liyue is a tiring one. It seems a lot closer than it actually is on the map, but heading to the main harbor is always a task. Thankfully, you're able to make your rations last the whole trip, and as you enter the harbor in the wee hours of the night, you smile at the familiar buildings. You may have only been gone for a few months, but this was your home for the last three years.

Your home with Tartaglia . . . You pull your hood farther down your head and try to remain in the shadows. Despite the time of night, the area is still bustling with people. Merchants making deals, ships delivering goods, the whole nine yards.

You flatten yourself against a wall as a few Fatui agents walk past. The place is absolutely crawling with Fatui, even more so than usual. Could it have something to do with you? You doubt it. Harbinger or not, Tartaglia could get in serious trouble for using Fatui resources in such a way.

You carefully slide through cracks and crevises, branches and bushes, trying to stay out of any Fatui sights. Eventually, you find yourself on the outskirts of the city, not far from your shared home. It surprisingly takes a lot from you to not run straight for it. You miss your house. You miss your bed. You miss Tartaglia.

But now is not the time to get sentimental!

You still need to confront him about what he did. And depending on his answer, one of you may not make it through the night. You keep yourself stealthy as you enter the house from the back. He's not home, which is good. But the place is in disarray. Furniture turned upside down, plates smashed against walls, everything caked in dust. It's hard to believe he's been living here if he even has been.

If that's the case, you may have to go looking for him. You look around the house at the disaster. He may have been trying to look for something; maybe a clue to what you had planned or something to use against you.

With that in mind, you run up the stairs to the master bedroom and open the closet. You fear the worst but are surprised to find your sister's belongings still in place.

Surely he would have found them in here.

The bedroom isn't as bad as the bottom floor, though still a mess. The bed is unmade, with a small pile of your clothes on your side of the bed, and his clothes on the floor. All of your things, besides the clothes, are still neatly in their places. Pictures of you and him together that were once on the walls are now on his nightstand, face up and smudged with fingerprints.

"What the hell happened here?" The sound of the front door opening startles you. Could that be Childe? There's no way he's living like this!

Footsteps move across the floor, into the kitchen, into the living room, and slowly up the stairs. Whoever it is, your about to face them.

The door opens slowly, almost torturously so. Soon, the sunken and sullen face of your lover is in your view, and even faster, your on the floor with a knife made of hydro to your throat. Your hood continues to obscure your identity as Childe pins you down.

"Bold of you to break into the home of a Fatui Harbinger! What did you expect?" With the pressure from the knife digging deeper and deeper into your skin, you freeze the hand wrapped around his holding the knife, and kick your leg out. Childe falls over, dropping his weapon which shatters on impact. Before you can get your bearings, he's lunging at you again. He grabs you from behind and holds you in a chokehold.

"Your fast, but you'll never be fast enough!" You gasp for air, holding onto his arm as it's wrapped around your neck. He's trying to kill you, you know he is. All the times you've sparred with him, you knew he was holding back, but he's definitely not this time. Even so, his hold on you is weak. Weak for him, at least.

You rear your elbow into his stomach as hard as you can knocking him back and you summon your catalyst. As he said, he's faster than you, but before he can get back, you place a wall of ice between him and yourself. It's not enough to hold him back for long, but enough to catch your breath. He laughs as he can hear you choking, attempting to regain your oxygen.

"You think this little wall will stop me?" He attacks the wall with his fist, making a section crumble. Your breathing is fast, but you can't seem to gain enough breath to speak. As he crumbles your wall piece by piece, you pull back your hood and lean on the bedroom wall behind you. Finally, he lands the finishing blow and the ice dissipates in a gust of cryo magic. The crazed look of bloodlust vanishes from his face the instant he sees you, hand on your throat, and your breath heavy.

"___-," He can hardly finish his whisper as he lets out a shaky breath. With the tense atmosphere suddenly calm, you're able to regain your breath and look up at the man. His skin a pale and his eyes are dull. He has large dark circles under his eyes and he looks a bit thinner than normal.

"_____," He manages to get out, still shocked you're actually here.

"Are you okay?" You shake your head.

"You haven't seen me in months and that's the first thing you say to me?" He rubs the back of his neck and looks down, ashamed.

"I didn't know it was you. I'm sorry if I hurt you." You can hardly believe what you're seeing. He seems broken, utterly defeated. If he hadn't fought you just now, you'd assume he'd fall over with the breeze.

Looking at him now, it's hard to believe he's the same man that killed your sister.

"We need to talk." He nods, refusing to meet your eyes.

"You need to tell me the truth, Tar," He takes in a shuddering breath at your words.

"All these years, I've been beside you. I've stood up for you, I've loved you. I told you all my darkest secrets and nightmares. Not once did I ever lie to you."

Tears come to his eyes just as they do yours. He bites his lip to prevent the tears from falling. You step closer to him, dropping your cloak, and put your hands up to his face. He flinches away from you but relaxes when your palms cup his cheeks and he finally looks you in the eyes.

"Over the past few months, I've thought long and hard about what I wanted to say to you. And no matter what scenario I came up with, I could never tell if I was doing the right thing. But, even though I carry some semblance of anger, I know that what I feel for you is real. And with that, I still hold hope that you feel the same and it wasn't all just a lie."

He grabs your hands, the tears now falling one by one down his pale cheeks.

"I swear to all the Archons that I love you! I never lied about that!" You hesitate for a moment, blinking away your own tears.

"And though I don't want to, I believe you," You rub your thumbs across his face, clearing some of the tears.

"But I need you to tell me everything." Tartaglia closes his eyes. He never dreamed in a million years he'd have to tell you this story. He'd hoped that you'd live in blissful ignorance for the rest of your life with him. But the gods had another plan for him and you, and he prays that at least one of them will let him keep you. Even if that's a selfish request.

"I joined the Fatui when I was young. I was constantly trying to prove myself to Signora and the Tsaritsa that I was willing to do anything they asked me. I still am," He looks at you with regretful and sorrowful eyes as he recalls the past.

"Your parents had fled Snezhnaya when you were born, because of a debt they racked up with the Fatui. When they were found in Fontaine, it was revealed that they were working for a group of rebels intent on infiltrating Snezhnaya. It was my job to take you and your sister to use as leverage on your parents. But, your sister fought back," You release his face and look away, finding it harder to keep eye contact with him.

"I wasn't as skilled as I am now, and I panicked. But La Signora said I did a good job. I didn't know that your parents had already been killed by the rebels, and neither did the Fatui. Not until after we had left you. At that point, there was no reason to continue after you. But you were never forgotten about. And when you came to Liyue, I was instructed to keep an eye on you," Childe lifts his arms up and places his hands on your shoulders.

"But I never expected to fall in love with you." You look into his ocean blue eyes and are overcome by the warmth they hold for you.

"The day I met you, I could feel it, and I tried so hard to forget about it, but you were just so . . . Amazing, and beautiful, and kind. I never expected that from you. You never once judged me or ridiculed me, even though you knew who I was. I thanked the Archons every day that you came into my life, and I prayed that you'd never find out what I'd done."

A sob breaks through as he wipes the tears running down his face. All the years you harbored hatred for this man, you never once thought about what he could have been going through. It's true that this doesn't excuse his actions, but to know that he truly regrets what he did brings you some kind of closure. In the end, revenge would have never made you feel better. Your sister wouldn't have wanted that.

You love Tartaglia with all your heart, and in this world, it's better to forgive than to let it eat away at you any longer.

"Tartaglia," His name comes out as a whisper with your breath, but he hears you loud and clear. The fear of rejection in his eyes tells you everything you need to know as you carefully speak to him.

"I forgive you." He cries, pulling you to his chest and you hug him back. Unfortunately for him, you weren't finished.

"But, I need some time to think about this. I love you; I never stopped loving you, and I always will," You pull back and smile at him before gently kissing his chapped lips.

"I'm going back to Mondstadt, but I'll be back. You just need to give me some time." He smiles as best he can and nods enthusiastically.

"I'd give you all the time in the world if I could." He moves to kiss you again, but you put a finger up to his lips to stop him.

"Save it for later, Tar." He laughs, looking back up at you with bright eyes.

"So, there's a later?"

(A little something extra. It doesn't quite fit to be an ending, but more like an epilogue just tying things together I guess lol.)

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You sigh as you sling your bag over your shoulder. It's been a good few months back in Mondstadt after your reconciliation with Childe, and you've decided it's time to go home. You've kept in regular contact with him since you've been here, writing letters to each other like new lovers. You found the whole thing quite cute, despite the circumstances. He's been regarding you with caution, taking things one step at a time, and never pushing you past any limits you set. You're grateful for that.

"You sure you wanna go back? You can always stay a bit longer, just to give yourself a bit more time to think it over." John says, arms crossed and head down. You two have grown closer over your time spent here. It's a shame to think you were so caught up in your misery to be blind to the best friend you could have had. And it's tough to say goodbye, now that you've grown attached.

"I'm sure. You don't have to miss me too much, ya know? I'll be back to visit, and I'll write every week!" John huffs.

"You better, or I'm coming over there and kicking that Fatui's ass for keeping you away! I don't care how many ruin guards he can take on!" You laugh and pull him into a hug.

"I'm gonna miss you." He hugs you back, holding you tight.

"Yeah, I know." You roll your eyes and wave goodbye to the family you didn't realize you had.

Once back in Liyue, you get settled into your home with Childe. Thankfully, he cleaned up the mess he made while you were gone. He had said he was so distraught at the thought of you leaving him, he trashed the place in anger. Not anger from you, but anger at himself. He was afraid you'd think he was a monster, that he was heartless, and that you'd never want to see him again.

He was relieved when he heard you were in Mondstadt. There, he could keep an eye on you. One of the things he was afraid of was you doing something to yourself due to the pain of it all . . . If you did that, he wouldn't know how to cope. And when he received word that you had disappeared from Mond, well, he thought that fear had come true. But in the end, things worked out. You could never forget what he did, nor do you want to. It's something you have to live with, just like he does, and it's up to you to put it aside.

You know there are many things he's done that he's not proud of. Many things of which he promises to tell you when he's ready. And you'll be there to listen as he spills his heart out to you.

You take in a breath of air as you enter the harbor, smelling the salty water of the ocean and the wonderful herbs being brought in from traveling merchants. You'll never get over these smells.

"_____!" You look over your shoulder, surprised as Chen runs over to you. You haven't seen her since the incident outside of town.

"Chen! Are you okay?" She smiles and hugs you.

"I'm doing great! My brother and I have been selling a lot more of our goods since he's been back, and business has been booming!"

"Your brother?" You tilt your head.

"Yes!" She nods enthusiastically.

"He did go to Lingju Pass as Childe had said. It turns out, he had a buyer out there but didn't want to tell me in case the deal went south. I overreacted. . ." She puts her head down in shame.

"All the rumors about the Fatui got to my head, and I assumed the worst. But Childe went out and found my brother for me. Can you please tell him I said thank you? Also that I'm sorry. I really owe him one."

You pat her on the head, relieved.

"Of course, Chen." She reaches into her pocket and pulls something out.

"For payment-"

"No!" You shove her hand away.

"Gotta go! I'm late to see Tar!" You sprint off, leaving a confused Chen in your wake.

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“Whisper” - Din Djarin x female!reader

Tigaanur Series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (you’re here!) | MASTERLIST

Summary: Both of you longed for one another, wishing to have leaned into each other that night but there seemed to always be something holding you back. However, after months of faint touches one of you could no longer contain these whispered desires.

Warning: Panic attack!, mentioning of violence, M O R E touching and bed sharing, and finally some … kisses? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), slightly suggestive themes? (not so sure this time but better be safe than sorry), also a tiny bit of Din’s POV! (we get to know how the tin man feels about you!)

Category: fluff, hurt/comfort

Words: about 8.500

Notes: The torture is over and Part 3 is finally here! I hope y'all will enjoy because … writing this was a real challenge, I tell you guys. I have like … only bad experiences regarding physical intimacy and the kisses are the whole plot point in this fic... I hope I managed to pull it off regardless. (Also, coming up with summaries for these parts gets more and more difficult…) Note 2: Set during season 1 but… to be honest I feel like this series has no timeline anymore. Note 3: If you like my writing: I’m taking requests at the moment! Or if you want to be notified when I uploud something: I have a taglist, too! (Look at the end of this post for some more information)

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“Whisper” – Din Djarin x fem!reader

Din sat in the pilot seat, his arms crossed before his chest, body tense and his thoughts racing in tight circles behind the beskar of his helmet as he stared out of the window and at the forest in which he had landed the Razor Crest in to hide and lay low for a while. His thoughts had been all over the place lately. Ever since he had let you take the helmet off, he seemed unable to stay concentrated. And even though you hadn't seen anything the mere thought of your fingers tracing his face to create an image of it, of him in your mind made his body shiver. When he thought about how you had called him beautiful without any hesitation his thoughts got mushy, a stupidly big smile hiding behind the helmet. And when he thought about how close your lips had been to his that night, so close that he had been able to feel your breath on his face, his body seemed to freeze while a strange heat crept up his neck and settled on his face. And all he could do was wishing he had leaned into you that night, longing to get to know how your lips would feel like on his own...

Din blinked and cursed under his breath when he finally noticed that he had spaced out. He had spaced out again. With a huff he forcefully shook his head, trying to sort his thoughts, trying to keep them focused. This happened far more often than it should. It was something he couldn't allow himself to do. He was supposed to protect, supposed to look out for the Child and ... you. He clenched his jaw and forced his thoughts to stay focused, to not wander to how your eyes always lit up whenever the Child clawed at your pants, begging to be picked up. How his heart seemed to skip a beat whenever your soft laugh broke the tense silence inside the Razor Crest. How your presence filled every room you were in with warmth. How- He was torn from his thoughts and jerked out of the pilot seat when something hit the window right in front of him. With his hand immediately wrapped around the grip of his blaster he took one step forward, instinctively ready to draw his weapon. But then his eyes locked onto your grinning form and he promptly let go of the blaster, his body relaxing only seconds later. With the Child hoisted against your hip you threw another small rock against the cockpit's window, laughing at Din's annoyed form, you could tell by his arms, that were crossed before his chest and how he shifted his weight slightly more onto one foot, before you gesturing at him to come outside. Din watched you disappear around the Razor Crest to the hangar and let out a long sigh, placing his hands on his hips as he shook his head silently, cursing at himself again. He had let his thoughts wander again! He hadn't been alert. He wouldn't have been able to react fast enough should have had happened something outside of the Razor Crest. Should have happened something to you and the Child. His jaw tensed underneath his helmet and his eyes hardened. He couldn't let anything happen to the two of you. He had to focus, he couldn't allow his thoughts to wander off. Not anymore, not again. He had to stop thinking about you all the time. He had to ban you from his thoughts. He gulped hard but nodded at himself. It was just too dangerous. With his plan set in stone, Din slowly set himself in motion and began to climb down the ladder. And with every step his decision solidified more. This couldn't happen again. He was supposed to protect you and the Child but he couldn't do that when he always lost himself in his thoughts. Even when it pained him, he had to let go off you. At least in his thoughts. At the end of the ladder Din stood still for a while, intensely staring into the void, his eyes not focused on anything in particular. He had to banish you out of his thoughts, he had to focus. He would still see you, your smile, your bright eyes ... but these thoughts had to stop and therefore also the faint touches. He furrowed his brows and nodded at himself, reassuring himself that this was the only option. But then he turned around to walk out of the hangar and he saw you. He saw you playing with the Child, rolling in the grass with him, giggling and laughing loudly. He saw how you enjoyed the sunny day in the forest, how the stress he had noticed more prominently on your face ever since a few weeks, had now vanished completely. You didn't worry about anything in that moment, you just lived. And the only thing Din could do was freeze mid motion and stare at you. The smile on your lips captivated him, enchanted him. His thoughts were immediately circling around you again. The sun made your eyes glow and sparkle with so much joy he rarely got to see in his life. It felt like he was seeing you for the very first time. His heart stuttered against his ribs as a strange warmth traveled up from it to his face, the echo of his blood buzzing in his ears and his first thought was that he might have been hit by something, that he had been injured and his blood was pumping faster because of that. But when his eyes glanced over the clearing and the trees of the forest there was nothing. His gaze fell back on you and his heart jumped once again. Taken by surprise he sucked in a sharp breath and clenched his jaw afterwards. His heart wasn't racing because of some threat, it was racing because of you. Din's thoughts morphed into a tornado of incoherent whispers that had haunted him ever since that night and his face twisted into an expression of shock when the realization slowly dawned on him. In that exact moment he realized that he wouldn't be able to go through with his previous decision. He wouldn't be able stop thinking about you. He wouldn't be able to let you go.   _______________ You groaned in discomfort and stretched your arms over your head until the muscles and bones in your shoulders let out a satisfying sound. But even after that your body still felt stiff and the copilot seat hadn't gotten any more comfortable. You weren't even sitting for long but not leaving the Razor Crest for two weeks took his toll on you. It felt like you couldn't move anymore, you felt restricted. But it wasn't like Din had forbidden you to leave the safety of the ship, you simply didn't ask to join him outside anymore. You were the one who had decided staying on the Razor Crest was probably the best for you and the kid. You noticed that the Mandalorian was a bit confused by that since you had practically argued to go with him the last time and now you only stepped a foot outside the hangar when the ship was hidden and far away from any cities. But he hadn't requested an explanation when you didn't ask to go with him as he left the ship and had just shrugged his shoulders, the whispers in his head that were worried he kept to himself. Mostly you passed the time by playing with the Child outside, but the planet you were on at the moment didn't have much vegetation to hide behind. Din had decided a long walk to the next city wasn't worth it if the ship wouldn’t even be properly hidden, so he had landed the Razor Crest closer than usually. He would leave soon to go out and try to find some spare parts for the ship he needed after a shoot-out in space earlier that week and you would have to wait for his return inside the Razor Crest. Because the sparse vegetation meant that you couldn't even play outside with the kid now. The only thing you could do was sit around and count the seconds until Din would be back. You huffed and leaned back against the seat, your arms dangling around uselessly while the Child sat on your lap, playing with the small silver ball from one of the levers of the control panel. You looked down at him and smiled, stroking over his little head and then turning to face the entrance of the cockpit since you had heard some shuffling. Din had climb up the ladder and was now leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed before his chest. You raised one eyebrow at him in question. "Didn't you want to go to the city?" you asked and straightened up in the seat. Wrapping your arms around the Child you hoisted him up so he was now cradled against your chest. He let out a small squeal before all of his attention shifted back onto the ball. Din nodded stiffly but didn't speak up immediately so you waited with your head tilted slightly. However, the Mandalorian just stared down at you, his eyes hidden behind the dark visor. You could still feel the intensity of his gaze on your face though. You shifted on the seat and blinked confused and slightly uncomfortable. In situations like these you wished you could read minds, or maybe just his. Things weren't necessarily awkward between the two of you but there was a tension in the air now that hadn't been there before. You furrowed your brows as you wondered when exactly it had appeared. It only took you a few seconds to date it back to two weeks ago. To the night Din had let you take of his helmet. The night you had almost kissed. You bit your lip out of reflex at that thought. You had been so close, so close to his lips back then. But you hadn't leaned in, he hadn't move and you two hadn't kiss. You had felt like it was too early, too much. He had just taken off his helmet, had let you touch his face and revealed his name. It hadn't felt right to take more. So, when Din had tucked your head wordlessly into the nape of his neck, you bit your tongue, didn't complain and just snuggled close to him. And then in the morning this tension was strung in the air between the two of you. This tension that felt somewhat awkward and fragile. And that scared you. You were scared of what would happen if it broke. You were still sleeping in his cot, snuggled into the blanket, pressed beside him and he was still taking of his helmet every night. But you hadn't touched his face since and the helmet was always placed above both of your heads, always still in reach. And you knew he needed it to be in his reach, he needed to be able to quickly cover his face should something happen. But if felt like a looming reminder and you couldn't stop worrying if maybe ... he regretted taking it off. Maybe he regretted letting you touch his face, regretted revealing his name to you. Because every time you called him by his real name he seemed to tense up. At first you brushed it aside as him not being used to hearing it again. But even after two weeks he still froze for a few seconds whenever he heard you use it. It had gotten to a point where you couldn’t deny anymore that it was kind of strange. Was he uncomfortable by you calling him that? However, what felt even stranger was being near him outside of the sleeping cot. Sitting next to him in the cockpit or simply being in the same room with him suddenly felt really odd. Well, not really the "being in one room with him" part but the distance felt strangely foreign now. Now that you had been so close to him before, now that you had mapped out his face in your mind, your body craved for him even more. You wanted to stand by his side, wrap your arms around him or place your chin on the top of his helmet when he was piloting the Razor Crest. But that sort of normality just wasn't ... there. Or maybe you were just worrying too much again. Maybe you could just stand up and be closer to him without any issue and you simply didn't allow yourself that kind of normal proximity. Maybe the problem was you. Or the fear buried deep in your chest that one wrong move could scare him away. He had already shown so much of him to you that you still weren't ready to take steps of your own. You didn't want to take more than he was willing to give. And like always you didn't dare to ask questions. No matter how often you told yourself to disregard the unspoken boundaries, to just talk about what this was, you still never seemed to be able to address it. Your words always got stuck in your throat when you looked at him. In the end your nerves always won. You blinked a few times and readjusted your eyes to the dark visor as Din spoke up, his modulated voice tearing you from your chaotic thoughts. "Would you like to come with me?" You tilted your head in confused shock. He had spoken up and just broke through the tension, tore it down without a second thought just like that. Two weeks of worrying, of tiptoeing around it and him, and he just ignored it, he just spoke. He asked you to join him as if it was his second nature, so easily, in an almost carefree manner. As if... as if you belonged by his side. Something inside you stirred at that thought, something hot and burning and hungry. You wanted to belong by his side. You wanted him to want you as badly as you craved for him. You wanted whatever this was and more. Heat traveled up your neck and to your cheeks, your body tense as your heart hammered relentlessly against your ribs. And in your flustered surprise you agreed immediately, forgetting the reason why you hadn't left the Razor Crest for two weeks. So, that was how you ended up on yet another marketplace, the kid hidden in the bag strapped over your shoulder once again while Din walked in front of you, taking the lead, breaking up the sea of people so you could follow him more easily. There were a lot more people out than you anticipated. You took a deep breath and forced your legs to keep going, forced yourself to follow Din into the mass of people. But unlike how it was before, how you normally liked being out and seeing new places, you couldn't relax, couldn't smile at all the little booths, you couldn't feel the tiniest bit of enjoyment. Your body was tense and on high alert. You held your bag with the Child clutched against your chest and let your eyes wander around, never focusing on anything for too long, just searching for any possible threat, anyone coming too close, anyone with a wicked grin on their lips and bad intentions in their eyes. But everything was so loud and there were so many people, you could barely focus. Your thoughts kept spinning. You swallowed hard, shaking your head, trying to sort the mess inside it but it seemed to only make it worse as your vision was spinning now too. You had to stay calm, you had to keep going, you couldn't lose your cool now. With your eyes glued on Din's back you kept walking even if every step seemed to take more energy than the last. Your breath had gotten shallow and a few beats of sweat began to form on your forehead. When you whipped them away with the sleeve of your shirt you stared down at your hand and noticed that it was shaking violently. The usual buzz of the energy of a full marketplace tingling on your skin was replaced by cold dread that tightened its grip around your heart with each passing second. You had felt strangely dizzy when you got near the city but now it had gotten so bad you couldn't force your feet to keep going anymore. You could barely hold yourself upright at that point, slightly swaying to side to side while you pressed the palm of your hand against your forehead, trying to soothe the pulsing heat behind your skull. "Ma-Mando?" you croaked out, barely remembering to not use his real name outside of the Razor Crest when dark spots began to dance before your eyes. What was happening? The Mandalorian turned to look at you when he heard you call him by his alias. The confusion on his face hidden behind the helmet immediately switched to shock when he noticed your condition. With two quick steps he now stood directly in front of you, but it happened so fast you had trouble keeping up. Your mind felt nervously frantic and strangely slow at the same time. The only thing you really noticed was Din's gloved hands on your shoulders as he steadied you, hindering your body from swaying too much. But when you looked up at him the darkness of his visor and the bright light reflecting off his beskar mushed into one incoherent picture of colors and light you were unable to deceiver. Were you even looking at his helmet right now? "(Y/N)?" he asked worried but you couldn't answer him, your throat was too dry. Your whole body was shivering and the dread tingling on your skin hardened its grip around your heart, making you gasp in pain. Tears began to from on the corner of your eyes as you clutched the kid tighter against your chest with one hand and the shirt over your heart with the other one, clawing at the invisible force that caused you to wince in pain. But the pain only traveled higher up, it climbed up your throat, leaving you gasping for air. You felt like someone was choking you but the only hands on your body were your own and Din's still firmly placed on your shoulders as he tried to keep you anchored in reality. "Help me, please I don't know what's happening" you wheezed out between fast, shallow breaths that did nothing to get the oxygen you craved into your lungs. You felt like your body was on fire while your hands seemed to freeze of the cold at the same time. Everything around you seemed strangely surreal but too real at the same time. You couldn't tell if the flashes of wicked grins were real or only a figment of your imagination at that point. The chatter of the people on the marketplace all around you echoed back in your ears, mixing with the buzz of your blood rushing through them and making you even more dizzy. You only barely heard Din's voice cut though the chaos. "You're having a panic attack" he stated, sounding equal parts shocked and panicked himself. You couldn't answer him, you weren't even sure if you heard him correctly. You could have a heart attack right now for all you knew. You freed the hand clutching your shirt and searched for Din, not even really knowing why. You just needed to touch him, needed to know he was- "It's okay, I'm here" he whispered and placed one hand on top of yours, pressing it against his chest plate. You flinched a bit at the coldness of the beskar but it immediately traveled up your arm, soothing the heat pulsing through your veins. You placed your forehead on his chest intuitively and let out a short sigh when the furious fever behind your skull slowly diminished. But the dread was still hardening its grip around you, it closed up your throat. You felt like you couldn't breathe. You felt powerless, unable to fight against the panic rising in your chest. The kid cooed at you in concern but you didn't even really register it, just clutched him tighter against you while you tried to block the sounds of the marketplace out. What were you supposed to do? How were you supposed to escape? Your thoughts were spinning too fast you could barely get a grip at them, only on some small parts, single words that only made you panic even more. You felt trapped in your own mind. Were you even still on the marketplace? "What do you need? How can I help?" Din asked, cutting through your panicked thoughts. He tried to stay calm himself, tried to act as an anchor for you but it was difficult. He never had to help someone through a panic attack before. He knew the signs of one but he had no idea how to help you. All he wanted was to protect you, help you, ease the panic and pain but right now he didn't know how to do that. His eyes darted over your form, searching for an answer, anything that could tell him how to help you. "I want to go back" you forced the words out and pressed your head even more against Din's chest. Sobs tore through your dry throat as you hiccupped, the tears finally flowing down your cheeks freely. Your mind had switched to fight and flight modus and all you wanted to do right now was to flee, to hide, to get away from the city, from the people whose intentions you didn't know. "I want to go back home." _______________ As soon as you were back on the Razor Crest you felt better. The panic was still deep rooted in your chest, the dread was still looming ominously above you and tears were still clouding your vision but you felt like you could breathe again. You didn't feel like your heart was about to give up, you didn't feel like you were dying anymore. When Din asked you if you wanted to lie or sit down you could only nod, your throat still shut tight and too dry to get any words out. Your legs were shaking so much you could barely hold yourself up right, even when you stood leaning against the wall. Din had taken the kid from you and quickly placed him in his hammock above his cot then he immediately stood before you again. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision from the black dots, trying to make out his helmet through the tears. The Mandalorian didn't say anything, just placed his hands underneath your arms to keep your legs from giving up underneath you while he directed you to his cot. With gentle pressure he pushed you down into a sitting position. You let out a relieved sigh and buried your fingers into the fabric of the blanket, trying to anchor you in reality with it. You were no longer on the marketplace, you were on the Razor Crest with Din, you were safe. Swallowing hard you nodded at yourself as if to reassure yourself. You were safe. It was okay. Everything happening after that seemed to go by in a blur. Suddenly Din kneeled before you, something to eat and to drink in his hands. You weren't sure when he had left your hazy gaze to get that but you were grateful for the cold water. It soothed the burning dryness in your throat and the food gave you a bit of your strength back. But your limps kept shaking and your eyes kept switching their focus between Din and the wall behind him. "You should get some sleep." You blinked and forced your eyes to stay on Din's dark visor as your mind tried to get behind the meaning of his words but your thoughts were still to disoriented. "What?" you croaked out and handed Din the empty bowl back. When had you eaten all that? "You should try to get some rest" Din repeated and placed the bowl on the floor beside him. "Okay" you agreed but you weren't even sure if your mind had really understood him the second time. You didn't flinch when you felt his hands on your legs as he took your shoes of. Something about that felt familiar. It's because he had done it before. You furrowed your brows at that, your mind clearing a little bit, shining light into the dark chaos of your thoughts. You blinked, slowly and only now really registering where you were and what was happening. You were on the Razor Crest, yes. Din was with you. You were safe. You blinked again as your senses came back to you and the dread and panic slowly vanished. You were safe. "Are you-" Din's modulated voice tore you from your thoughts and you shifted your eyes onto his helmet. He was still kneeling before you, his hands placed lightly, almost anxiously on your thighs. "Are you feeling better?" You noted that he hadn't asked you if you were okay but if you were feeling better. For some reason that made you smile. Your face softened and you nodded in answer. "Yeah, I think so." Din nodded too but it seemed to be absentminded, out of reflex. For a few seconds you two just stared at each other, and you were more than aware of the sudden proximity again. You didn't think you felt so close to him ever since two weeks ago. So, you shifted your focus on Din, shifted all your thoughts on him, chasing away the last traces of dread. All you could think about was how you didn't want him to recoil again, you didn't want to feel alone while lying beside him in his cot. You wanted to feel wanted, to feel like you belonged next to him. "Can you..." you began and cleared your throat nervously. "Can you stay with me?" You could almost feel his lips curl up in a small smile just like they had two weeks ago underneath your fingertips as he tilted his head lightly. "Of course, cyar'ika." _______________ 

You had fallen asleep almost instantly beside the Mandalorian, too exhausted to keep your eyes open for another second. Din, however, had trouble falling asleep, the worry still deep rooted in his chest and mind. He glanced at your sleeping from through the darkness from time to time, even though he couldn't even see you. When he finally managed to fall asleep after what felt like hours, he didn't sleep very deeply, still on high alert. So, when he heard the sound of faint wails, he was immediately wide awake again. His first instinct was to jump up and look after the Child but it only took him a split second to realize that the sounds didn't come from above but from beside him. His heart clenched in worry. You were curled up on your side, your back facing the Mandalorian and your head ducked in between your shoulders as heartbreaking whimpers left your lips. Din shifted in the small space so he could lie on his side, his chest pressed against your back. "(Y/N)?" he whispered, brushing your hair back so he could place one hand on your cheek. You flinched under this touch, cowering away and further against the wall of the cot. Panic shot through Din and he sat up, pushing his helmet that he had taken off further up the cot and out of the way, his upper half held upright with one arm while the other one turned you on your back. "(Y/N), wake up" he tried again, his voice stronger and more demanding in his panic. But in the haze of your dream his voice just blended in. You gasped and shook in fear. You couldn't see a thing but you felt the panic again, you felt the pain again. It was clutching your heart again that hammered relentlessly against your ribs in fear, trying to break free, trying to get away. You wanted to get away. Someone touched you, turned you on your back and the only thing you could do was whimper in fear because your throat was too dry and your tongue was too heavy to from any words, too heavy to cry for help. While your mind seemed to lose itself in the panic, your body acted on its own, tried to escape from their grip. Who's grip? You didn't know. You only knew about the burning pain. Your right side burned in pain, the heat traveled up your chest until it sat down in your throat, making you unable to breathe as you struggled to get free. "(Y/N)!" Your eyes snapped open but when you couldn't remember where you were and still couldn't see a thing in the darkness, the panic settled in deeper, restricted your breathing even more. You gasped for air and blinked, trying to sort your mind, trying to realize what was happening. Someone was leaning over you. Instinctively you brought your hands to the persons chest, trying to get them off of you. "It's only a nightmare, (Y/N). You're safe." You paused when his voice rang in your ears, shallow breaths stuttered over your lips as you blinked confused. "Din?" you asked cautiously, the grip on his shirt slowly loosened. "Yes, cyar'ika, it's me" he whispered. You felt his hand on your cheek, caressing the skin underneath your eye gently as he stayed leaned above you and slowly lowered his forehead against your own. His breath hit your face and together with his presence the steady rhythm calmed you down. You took a deep breath over quivering lips and let your hands fall from his chest, your muscles went limp as the rest of the nightmare and the panic vanished into the darkness, muttering angrily at you, promising to be back. You still couldn't bring yourself to speak, your tongue still tied into a knot. Din laid back down beside you and wrapped his arm around you without a word, drawing you closer against his chest. You snuggled into the nape of his neck and took in his soothing scent, trying to get your breathing under control. Desperately you grabbed the fabric of his shirt, silently begging for more comfort. He instantly understood your need and placed his other hand on your head, slowly stroking your hair back behind your ear. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked after a while, his voice sounded unsure but sincere. For a few moments you stayed silent, then you shifted in his hold so you were lying more on your back than your side again. You stared up at the ceiling through the darkness of the ship, just trying to sort your thoughts for a moment. "I-" you began but your voice cracked. Din's grip on your waist tightened immediately. You cleared your throat and continued: "It's because of the bounty hunters. The ones who... Those who-" When Din's hand accidently wandered over the scar they had left on your right side you couldn't force yourself to continue as the memories flooded your mind. You couldn't tell him about how that experience still haunted you. You couldn't tell him that your dreams weren't just plagued by them but also by the ones that had chased you through those narrow streets, almost shooting you only two weeks prior. But you felt like he knew regardless. "It's okay" Din said hesitantly, not knowing how he could comfort you the best. "What can I do for you? What do you need?" "All I need is you" you whispered, laid on your side again and wrapped your arms around him, seeking comfort in his presence once more. You weren't oblivious to your words and their weight, just as you weren't oblivious to how Din's heart sped up underneath your hands. But they had skipped your mind so easily, so truthfully, you hadn't been able to hold them back. A soft smile curled your lips upward as you sighed. You had wanted to say them out loud for a while anyway. What you were unaware of however, was just how fast Din's thoughts were racing in his head after those words. You two laid content in the silence but neither was able to fall asleep. You tried to slow your breathing, to let your body relax against Din's but you still felt his fast-beating heart underneath your hand which left you wondering what was on his mind. You bit your tongue, suddenly self-conscious if you had said the wrong thing. Maybe such words had been too early? You and Din hadn't even talked about what this really was. You licked your lips absentminded as the memory of the almost kiss replayed in your mind again. There was at least something, neither of you could deny that anymore. Maker, he felt comfortable enough in your presence to let you sleep beside him in his cot. Comfortable enough to remove his helmet in here. Comfortable enough with you to let you trace his face in the darkness. He had revealed his name to you without you even asking for it once. He had opened himself up to you, exposed himself so willingly. Your eyes opened and you stared up at him through the darkness, his breathing strangely heavy and uneven. He had trusted you with all those secrets, had told you about his feelings for you without words, and for the first time after months of small touches that had evolved into sleeping wrapped up into each other's arms you had finally opened up to him about how you felt by saying those few words. The desire struck you that you wanted to tell him again, to tell him more. You needed to give him the same amount of trust, you needed to tell him just how comfortable you were with him. You needed to tell him about what this was to you, you needed to reassure him just as he had you all those weeks ago. You needed him to know that you wanted to belong. But before you could even move one single muscle, before you could open your mouth, Din suddenly shifted beside you. Confused but too caught off guard to ask you just loosened your grip on him to allow him to move freely. You felt his hand travel down from your hair to your face, tracing your features just like you had done the first time he had let you take off his helmet. Your fingers immediately itched towards his face, you wanted to see him through the darkness again but you forced yourself to stay put, allowing Din to do what he needed to. His fingers slowly wandered down your cheek until they reached your chin. Your breath hitched and your eyes grew wide when he let them wander even further down, his un-gloved fingers caressing the skin of your neck with a touch so delicate no one would believe you he could be capable of. But they didn't know him like you did. Not that you would ever tell somebody about this side of him. You felt too special to share this with anybody else than him. You hummed as a shiver ran down your spine and your body moved on its own to give him easier access to your neck. For a few moments he let his fingers dance over the exposed flesh, hovering over your collar bone, before he let them wander up again to cup your cheek. When he directed your face upwards, so you would have looked at him if it weren't too dark to see anything, you let out a confused whine. "Din?" you asked perplexed with your voice suddenly sounding really drowsy. "What are you doing?" He didn't answer you. Instead, he sat up again, unwrapping his arm around your waist so he could hold his upper body leaning over you. You could feel and hear his breath from above you, coming closer. Your heart fluttered in your chest and your own breath got stuck in your throat when he placed his forehead on yours once more. But this time it felt different. There was something hanging in the air, delicate like his touch, that you didn't dare to move, too afraid that you would break it. "Din?" you asked instead once more, with your eyes darting around even though you couldn't see him in the darkness. The response that you got from him was something you hadn't expected. "I love you" he suddenly whispered, making your body tense up underneath him. You opened your mouth but no words were able to leave as your eyes grew wide. The silence seemed deafening. You couldn't believe your ears. Did he... had you imagined that? Did he really just say that? His breath had stopped tickling your face and you realized that he must be anxiously holding it. You blinked a few times, trying to sort your thoughts. You had to say something. Anything! "Wha-what?" you only managed to stammer and you could have cursed yourself. "I'm-I... You?" Every word you had been prepared to say before, every word of adoration you were prepared to shower him with just vanished out of your vocabulary, out of your mind's reach. Everything mixed into one confused, happy, surprised feeling buzzing in your chest and it made you dizzy. "I love you" he repeated still only in a hush but more strongly, more daring, more confidently. "I love you and I can't imagine a future without you by my side." You gasped as your body seemed to be engulfed in flames, hyper aware of Din's on top of yours, his chest only inches from yours, his forehead still lightly pressed against your own but at the same time this also felt strangely surreal. Like a dream. You couldn't quite believe it, your brain seemed too slow to process his words and their meaning fully. And then the shock suddenly mixed with hot, burning happiness that made your chest swell with adoration. You shook all the surprise away, or maybe your body just acted on its own accords, tired of the unsureness, of the timidness that always had been in the air, longing to finally get close to him, to jump over the distance. Your hands shot up, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down before you even realized what was happening, what you were doing exactly. And then, without thinking, you bypassed the small distance left between you two and connected his lips with yours. The small sound of surprise and shook from Din wasn't left unnoticed and made you laugh against his unmoving lips. But it only took him a second to catch on, to shove away his own surprise. He acted so fluently, placing one of his arms beside your head, balancing on his elbow so he could lean down closer to you without having to put his full weight on you, his chest just ever so slightly brushing over yours, while his other hand immediately grabbed you by the hip and his legs placed to either side of yours, faintly pressing against your thighs. His fingers dipped into the soft flesh of your waist, making you whine and squirm lightly. And then his lips began to move against your own, responding to your kiss so fiercely and untypically dominant for him, or at least towards you, it left you breathless. You gasped against his mouth in shock and immediately felt the corners of his lips twitch into a small smile, that you could just too good picture as smug in your mind. Your hands wandered almost automatically to Din's hair, stroking through his soft locks before you grabbed some of them. You didn't really mean to do it, but your fingers twitched when the muscles in Din's hand flexed against your hip, ever so slightly tightening his grip on your side. You tugged at his roots, making Din growl lowly against your lips. And all you could do was swallow the sound, feeling it vibrate through you and echo back in your chest, leaving you with tingles all over your skin. The softness of his lips against your own paired with the intensity of his kiss, the kiss from a man starved, left you with your thoughts spinning, unable to do anything but kiss back just as desperately, craving more, craving to be even closer. You could only think about how much you had wanted this, not quite believing that it was actually happening right now. Your lips twitched into a big smile, making it difficult to kiss back that way, but you couldn't suppress it, just as you couldn't suppress the small giggle escaping your mouth. Your heart drummed hard against your ribs, pulling, dragging and begging you to get closer to him. You curved your spine, pressing your chest against his and wrapping one of your legs around his waist to simultaneously pull him down to you. Din's breath hitched as his legs gave up, his body shivering in what you could only imagine to be surprise and effort now that he could only hold himself upright with one arm. You didn't care, you couldn't care at that moment. Your mind was far too clouded by the taste of his lips on yours. Addicting like the taste of slightly sweet, warm honey. You couldn't even wonder how something could taste warm but right now, it just felt right. His hand traveled from your hip to your stomach, caressing the soft flesh carefully and at first your body tensed up a bit, but it only took a split second until you melted into the touch. Warmth was swirling in your chest, making your body shiver in excitement and dangerous desire while your hands began shaking, making you tug at his locks again. Din parted from you with a gasp but with his mouth still hovering close over yours, so you could feel his just as labored breathing against your face. You fell back onto the bedding, your leg slipping from around his waist. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your own breath, your thoughts still trudging in circles through the thick fog that was wrapped around your mind. "I-" you gasped, your eyes darting through the darkness again as you tried to collect yourself. "I love you, too." This time the silence wasn't deafening when Din placed his forehead on yours again. With your hands still rooted in his hair, arms draped over his back, you were able to feel his shoulders shake in what you interpreted as silent chuckles at first. But when you felt something wet on your face you realized that he was crying. Panicked you placed your hands on his face again, feeling the tears wetting his cheeks and his brows furrowed together. "Din!?" you asked a bit overwhelmed, not knowing what to do. "Din, what's wrong?" He let out a huff which took you a few seconds to process and identify as a stifled laugh. Even more confused you furrowed your brows too while you wiped away the few tears on the corners of his eyes. "Nothing is wrong, cyar'ika" he replied, his voice husky and low. He was still so close to you that you could feel the sound of his soft laughter in your chest. You only needed a few seconds to realized that he was crying tears of joy. And that revelation made you tear up, too. Closing your eyes, you pressed your forehead firmly against his, squishing his cheeks lightly between your hands before you moved them to wrap around his neck again. You sucked in a trembling breath, trying to collect yourself enough to be able to speak up again. You were overwhelmed with emotions, feelings that finally wanted to bubble onto the surface. They wanted to finally be heard and seen and you had no intentions, no worries of holding them back anymore. "I love you, Din" you began in a hush. "With all my heart and soul. You make me feel at peace, you are my save haven, my home. I want to belong right here on the Razor Crest with you and the kid. I want to be with you, want to be by your side because I can't imagine a future without you by mine either. I-" You stopped when you felt Din's breath hitch, his body tensing up for a split second before melting into your embrace. His hand wandered from your waist up to your face. His fingers hovering over your lips for a few seconds before he began to lightly trace their shape in the dark. Then he moved further up and cupped your cheek. "I lov-" you tried to continue but before you could finish your sentence, Din's lips were on yours again. This time in a much softer and gentler manner, like it was only a soft whisper, a ghost of a kiss, a shy declaration of love. Giggling you responded immediately, smiling into the kiss while your heart skipped a few beats, leaving you dizzy with your thoughts spinning once more and his hypnotic scent in your nose. Your thoughts were back to being obscured by a thick fog and your breath hitched when his stubble lightly scratched against your skin. And then when he suddenly wrapped his arms around you and rolled onto his back you let out a surprised squeak, breaking the kiss because of it. Now with your positions switched you were holding your upper body upright by your elbows that were placed to either side of Din's head. You blinked confused before laughter bubbled over your lips and Din tuned in, the low rumble of his own laughter that he tried to stifle vibrated in his chest you were currently lying on. Every last fiber of your body began to tingle, the sound of his laugh echoing in your ears as you grinned down at the darkness that was hiding his face from you. Slowly your laughter faded away until you could only let out a soft sigh. Din's arms were still tightly wrapped around you but his hands had begun to wander down, tracing the curves of your body. It made you shiver and press further into him. But when one of his hands stroked over the scar on your side you flinched out of reflex. Din immediately let go of your side and instead placed his hands on either side of your face, pushing back your hair behind your ears. Then he wrapped his arms around your upper body and pressed you down, pinning you flat against him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry" he whispered and stroke over your head with one hand repeatedly in a soothing manner. "Don't apologize. It's okay" you replied softly. "No, it's not okay" he retorted, his tone stubborn. "I shouldn't have taken you with me into the city today." You pushed against Din's arms around you, pushed your upper body upright again so you would have been staring down at him if it weren't too dark. Regardless, you stared down at the darkness, finally understanding what he was on about. "It's not your fault, Din. I didn't even know that was how I would react. I just..." you sighed and shook your head. "I don't want to talk about it right now." You felt Din shift underneath you, probably because he was nodding. You let out a groan and then flopped back down into Din's embrace, just wanting to relax in his warmth. You had closed your eyes, but even after what felt like an eternity you weren't able to fall back asleep. Maybe it was because Din had nestled his face against your neck, his breath and beard tickling the soft skin there. Maybe it was because of the close proximity to him that finally felt normal, it felt wanted. You felt wanted. And that single thought kept circling in your mind, refusing to let you fall asleep in his warmth. You sighed and shifted slightly in his hold. "Din?" you asked in a hush after a while, hoping that he would still be awake. He shifted his hold on you and lowly hummed against your neck in response, the sleepiness in his grunt very noticeable. "I love you." Chuckling Din straightened up a bit, freed his face from underneath your chin and placed a kiss on your forehead. "I love you too, cyar'ika" he whispered back. You giggled and placed your lips on his, soaking up the feeling of them against your own eagerly. Rough and soft at the same time. Something so typical Din, you hadn't even been surprised by it. He returned the sweet kiss but after a rather short time he pulled back. You groaned and whined in protest and stretched towards his face, towards his lips which made Din shake his head in laughter. "Enough, ner kar'ta. You need sleep" he chuckled, brushing back a strand of your hair. You huffed and rolled your eyes. "I don't need sleep, I need you to kiss me!" you mumbled, pressing your face against his neck, breathing in his soothing scent. "Bossy" he grunted amused and brought your face back up with one finger underneath your chin. "No" you objected. "Addicted." Din laughed in agreement before placing his lips on top of yours once more. They danced against your lips so intuitively and in such a delicate manner that the only thing you could do was sigh and melt into the kiss, forgetting everything else. All your worries just disappeared, the nightmares, the fear until the only thing left on your mind was Din. But just like before he parted from you far too quickly. You whined once more but Din shushed you. "Sleep. Now" he demanded with more chuckles escaping his lips as he tugged your head underneath the crook of his neck. With a theatrical sigh you let your eyes flutter close. "More kisses tomorrow?" you asked softly, sheepishly grinning against the skin of Din's neck. He huffed, trying to stifle his laughter but failing miserably as he hugged you tight. "I promise, ner kar'ta."

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The Fugitives from the Fire: Chapter 1

T/N: Takes place before Chapter 39 of the manga (“The Dark Night of London”). Also, in order to appreciate a certain plot point to the fullest, I would recommend reading Book 2 Story 4 (“It Happened One Night”) before starting this one.

TW for this story // All the elements you would expect from a murder mystery: injury, blood, mention of suicide, violence, death

——The moment Miss Hudson opened the door to his room, Sherlock let out a long, long sigh.

It sounded as if he was squeezing every inch of air out of his lungs.

“What is it, Miss Hudson.”

Sherlock was sunk deep into his armchair, newspaper in hand. As if she could feel a headache coming on, Miss Hudson pressed a hand to her forehead.

“Every single time — what’s going on in this room, Sherlock?”

Frowning, she looked around the flat this great detective shared with his assistant. As always, it was thoroughly in a mess. But as always, Sherlock gave his typical response.

“There isn’t anything to get that upset about, is there? Besides, I’m not doing any scientific experiments right now.”

“I can never understand your concept of hygiene: how do you manage to live among all this without batting an eye……? Anyway, at the very least, make sure it’s clean enough that you’re not embarrassed to let people in. In a sense, we are in the service industry, you know.”

Standing tall and firm in the doorway, she began to lecture Sherlock, when an enigmatic grin broke across his face.

“If a client turns away just upon seeing this, then doesn’t it reflect the triviality of their request? In other words, I’m trying to screen my clients as soon as they enter this room.”

“If you quibble on like that, you’re the one who’s going to get screened out by your clients and lose your income. I certainly detest the idea of allowing someone with no earnings to live here.”

She launched into a scathing rebuke of those lazy words, and Sherlock raised both hands in a gesture of temporary surrender.

“Alright. When John comes back, we’ll tidy up together,” he said, looking out the window.

At that perfunctory remark, Miss Hudson placed both hands on her hips.

“John-kun, John-kun — you never stop talking about him. At least, when it comes to cleaning, I’d like you to do it yourself even without anyone else telling you to. My heart truly goes out to your future wife.”

“No need to worry: I consider myself married to my work.” [1]

“……So that means, I’m going to have a bachelor living here for the rest of my life?”

She thought of herself in her old age, briskly caring for an elderly detective; at that unpleasantly vivid image, a chill ran down her spine. [2]

And so they went on and on like this, as they normally did — when all of a sudden, a knock came from the ground floor entrance. From Sherlock’s experience, a visit at this time was usually linked to a “riddle”.

“Yes yes, please hold on just a moment.”

Breaking off their conversation, Miss Hudson pattered down to the ground floor. Sherlock put his newspaper on the table, and listened as she answered the door.

Then, as he’d intuited, after they exchanged a few words at the entrance, someone promptly came up the stairs — he could hear it creaking — and a familiar face appeared at the open door.

Sherlock flashed him a bold grin.

“——Hey, Lestrade. Tough case?”

It was Inspector Lestrade from Scotland Yard. Sherlock had brought up a “tough” case as a matter of course, and to that, Lestrade gave a solemn nod.

“Exactly, Holmes. It’s a bit of a tricky one — I need your help.”

“Details?”

Skipping the pleasantries, Sherlock lit a cigarette, as he was wont to do. But Lestrade’s expression turned grave.

“Sorry, but it’s urgent: I don’t have time to fill you in right now. Can we talk in the carriage?”

“Wha? Hmm……”

Looking out the window at the street below, Sherlock began to sway restlessly.

“What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

The detective didn’t have an immediate response, and as Lestrade questioned him, Sherlock began mumbling to no one in particular.

“Look, can’t you see John’s not here? ……Goddammit, seriously — where did he go?”

“…………”

Lestrade kept his expression sombre, but for a split second, even he nearly broke into laughter at that line. This eccentric man, who lacked scruples about troubling the people around him, had just admitted to feeling an ordinary emotion like loneliness — and it did feel a little odd.

Standing to the side, Miss Hudson also broke into a smile. For the man known as Sherlock Holmes, it seemed John H Watson had already become an inseparable part of his life.

Seeing their reactions, Sherlock narrowed his eyes in confusion.

“Oi, why’re you two smiling away? Did I say something weird?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Lestrade replied. “It’s just, that was an unexpected line coming from you, so I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s good that you have such an irreplaceable friend.”

“That’s none of your concern…… Though, is there really no time to wait for John?”

In a flash, Lestrade’s expression reverted to its grim state.

“Sorry, but yes: I want to get going as soon as we can. However, if you need Dr Watson, we could wait a while longer……”

But Sherlock quickly waved his hand, interrupting Lestrade’s compromise.

“No, it’s fine. Anyway, I don’t know when he’s coming back. There’re times like this too.”

Saying that, he stubbed his barely-smoked cigarette in an ashtray, dressed himself and got ready to leave. Uttering a quick word of apology, together with the detective, Lestrade headed to the Brougham four-wheeled carriage waiting outside.

Placing one foot into the vehicle, Sherlock waved to Miss Hudson as she stood at the entrance.

“So, Miss Hudson: I’ll attend your marriage counselling session when I get back.”

“I don’t recall having ever mentioned such a thing?”

She smiled at Sherlock’s joke, concealing within it a quiet rage. As if fleeing from her terrifying presence, the two men set off in haste.

Footnotes:

[1] Oh yes I saw my chance and took it — this is a BBC Sherlock reference |ω･)ﾉ But to be super-precise, I’ve dug into the exact translation in the notes below.

Aside: There was another small reference back in Book 2 Story 1, when Sherlock told William that he was “flattered” :3

[2] This is actually hinted at in the original stories: when Sherlock retired in Sussex, he said he was living with his old housekeeper (Wikipedia)

Translator’s notes

That line about marriage

I took some liberty with that translation, so here’s a more pedantic version of it. The reference comes from Season 1 Episode 1 of BBC Sherlock (“A Study in Pink”), when Sherlock and John were having dinner in an Italian restaurant while on a case.

The line as written in the book: “俺にとっては仕事が嫁さんみたいなもんだからな”

(Because) to me, my work is like my wife.

The line from BBC Sherlock’s Japanese dub: “ジョン、僕は仕事と結婚したつもりだ。” (source)

(It’s a literal translation of the original line below)

The original line from BBC Sherlock: “John, I consider myself married to my work.”

Aside: The “flattered” reference comes from the line immediately after this one — “…and while I am flattered by your interest…”

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Eric Draven

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I chose to retcon Shelley in this but I wouldn’t be against writing something that involves her character in the future. Hope you enjoy!)

- You first met Eric at a cassette shop some time before his death. By pure coincidence, you’d looked up and met his eye just as he entered the shop. He held your gaze for a moment before you quickly averted your eyes and busied yourself with searching the shelves for the artist you were looking for. 

- A minute or so later, you could feel a presence besides you. When you snuck a glance, you found that it was the same man from before prompting your heart to skip a beat. He was tall, dark, and beautifully alternative. The most perfect man you’d ever seen in real life. 

- Staying quiet, you focused on the task at hand; though it was a bit difficult with him beside you. After a bit of searching, you finally found the cassette you were looking for and pulled it off the shelf, examining it for a quick second.

“I love them.” the mans quiet voice rang out from beside you.

“Pardon?” you’d nearly squeaked, looking up at the mans face which was now glancing down at you.

“Sorry,” he apologized, smiling while shaking his head. “The Cure; I love them. They’re one of my favorites. Have you heard their latest song; ‘Burn’ I think it was. It’s been all over the radio; at least the channels that I listen to.”

- The two of you talked for a long time, hopping from one artist to the next and then from subject to subject. You continued to talk even as you were checking out and leaving the shop. Speaking with him just seemed so natural, so easy.

- The two of you stood outside the door of the shop, neither of you really wanting your conversation to end but knowing that it had to at some point.

- You were just about to say goodbye when he spoke, telling you that his band would be playing at the concert club down the street that night and that he’d be happy to see you there. Now, how could you say no to that?

- So that night, you got a bit dressed up and headed over to the club he told you about. It wasn’t exactly your usual scene but at the time, it seemed worth going to; if only just to see the man again.

- The instant you got there, you could practically feel the music reverberating off the walls as you tried to find an empty place to stand or sit. Glancing at the stage, your eyes immediately found the exact man you were looking for, shredding on his guitar in all his gothic glory.

- Every now and again, you could see his eyes sweep over the crowd before finally finding you, a small smile making its way onto his face. You stayed there until his band played their final song, nearly an hour and a half after you’d arrived.

- Once they left the stage, Eric came over and greeted you, asking you to wait just a minute as he went to put his guitar away. You obliged and soon enough the two of you were sitting together at one of the small tables in the club, trying to talk to each other over the noise.

- Finally, he leaned forward and spoke in your ear, asking if you wanted to go some place. You happily agreed and the two of you found yourselves seated at a small diner which wasn’t too far away from the club.

- The two of you sort of consider this your first date. You sat and talked for hours, sipping coffee and eating. He got delightfully bashful when you complimented his music, looking down at the table with a smile before quickly changing the subject back to you.

- You shared your first kiss in the rain a few nights later after another one of your dates. There was no way of escaping the downpour so you were sort of just forced to run through it until you could find a bit of shelter. By the time you were able to get under something, you were already freezing and soaked, but all you could do was laugh.

“We might as well just keep on walking, huh?” He’d joked and you agreed, stepping back out into the rain and beginning to walk again.

- You were a few steps away from him when you felt his hand on your arm, softly spinning you around so that you were facing him. You looked up at his face, watching the rain fall down from his cheeks and drip from his hair before he pulled you into him and pressed his lips to yours.

- You closed your eyes, kissing back as he wrapped his arms tight around you. It felt like the world around you disappeared, the only signs of it being the constant pitter patter of rain on your skin. Neither of you wanted the moment to end, even as you stood softly shivering.

- The two of you were dating for nearly a year when you got a late night call from the police. After the first few words, you could barely hear what they were saying, it was like the entire world came crashing down around you.

- You’d come to find out that it was a suspected robbery gone bad and that Eric had died. You were inconsolable for months and even a year later, you still felt as though there was a massive hole in your heart that would never be filled. That was when you were confronted with a face from your past.

- It was late one night and you were walking home from work, slightly paranoid as per usual. Apparently your paranoia was there for good reason as a man began to follow closely behind you while you walked. Unbeknownst to you; or him, he wasn’t the only one keeping a close eye on your figure.

- You began walking faster, hoping that it was just a misunderstanding. That hope was soon crushed as the man behind you began to speed up as well.

- Finally, you broke out into a sprint, praying that you could make it to some shop before the man reached you. You could hear him begin to give chase before suddenly, his footsteps just ...disappeared.

- You slowly came to a stop, glancing behind you and finding no one there. Confused, you searched the area, trying to spot the man but still finding nothing. Finally, someone emerged from a nearby alleyway ...but it wasn’t the man from before.

- He was taller with longer hair and odd paint covering his face. He looked vaguely familiar from afar but it was only after he got close enough for you to see his face that you finally recognized him.

“Eric?” You asked in disbelief as he stopped before you.

“I always told you that I didn’t like you walking home alone.” He said softly, a weak smile playing at his painted lips.

- Without another word, you closed the distance between you, your hands shakily reaching up to touch his face, prompting him to close his eyes. His arms wove around you and pulled you into a tight hug, a hug you returned with just as much vigor, afraid that he’d vanish if you didn’t hold on tight enough.

- He was back. Back and here to stay.

- As much as he would love to be touching you at all times, he also doesn't want anyone to see the two of you together. He doesn’t want you somehow being dragged into something because his enemies saw the two of you together or because police believe you’re somehow involved in his revenge plot. So he tries not to interact with you in public, at least not where anyone could catch you. 

- He’s sort of your little secret; a figure that only you notice, a person that only you know exists. It’s hard to stop a small smile from coming onto your face whenever you’re asked about your love life or pressured to get out into the dating scene. If only they knew. 

- Soft caresses. Whenever his hands are on you, they’re; more often than not, being intimate, gentle and loving. You can practically feel his adoration for you in his every touch. 

- Brushing the hair out of his face so you can see and kiss him properly.

- Long, tight hugs.

- Passionate kisses. 

- Having his makeup smeared across your face. He runs a finger across the paint, rubbing his thumb over your lips and calling you beautiful.

- Sitting up late at night with him and stargazing. 

- Waking up to soft kisses. Oftentimes it’s in the middle of the night but you don’t really mind, you just tiredly reach out to him as he takes off his boots and joins you in bed. 

- He opts for more meaningful and romantic nicknames. Things like: Annabel Lee, darling, beloved, angel, my love, my life. 

- Getting poetry and songs written about you. A lot of the time, he’ll leave them for you to find or; if they’re a song, quietly sing them to you in the dark of the night. 

- He likes being held in your arms when you cuddle, his head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. But he also loves to hold you, wrapping his arms tight around you and cherishing the way you snuggle into him. 

- Eric is absolutely, irrevocably in love with you. You’ve never had a man so infatuated with you and you never will again. Your relationship isn’t the most conventional or normal, but you never doubt for a second that he loves you.

- He can’t stand the thought of you thinking that he doesn’t care. It’s the easiest way to tear him up inside.  

- He’s incredibly sweet with you, always reassuring you with a laugh when you do something wrong, never getting mad at you for your mistakes and always making you feel better when you’re feeling down. 

- Teasing each other, he likes spooking you a bit and overall just making you laugh. 

- He’s still got a good sense of humor. His jokes may be stupid and he may tell you them a hundred times each but you never mind. 

- Dancing together. Sometimes its romantic slow dancing and other times he’ll just break out into a little jig.

- Getting to watch all his gymnastic and athletic skills. He both amazes and amuses you with the things he does. 

- Grand romantic gestures. He’s a hopeless romantic at heart. 

- He used to have warm hands and he resents the fact that they’re always cold now. One of the main reasons he likes to hold your hands is because he can feel your warmth seeping into his skin. 

- A lot of the time, he’ll just show up and/or vanish into thin air. He’s most likely scared you every now and again with the way he just appears in the doorway of your room or knocking at your window. 

- He wants to take care of you whenever he can. Injured, sick, upset; he’s there for you and knows exactly what to do to make you feel better. 

- Trying to help explain everything that happened to him and figure out how he’s back again; and how to keep him that way. 

- He loves the little things about you; something he learned to do while you were together and perfected while he was dead. He could name a million things off the top of his head that you do or about your appearance that he absolutely adores. 

- Having him play the guitar for you. You’ll usually sit behind him, resting your cheek on his back while he strums along, sometimes humming the words to one of his bands songs. 

- Reading gothic literature together. He smiles whenever you tell him he has the perfect voice for it. 

- He loves horror. Anything scary is right up his alley. Horror movies, Halloween, urban legends, scary stories; he loves them all. 

- Taking care of Gabriel for him. The fluffy feline adores you and Eric likes coming home and seeing you curled up with him on the couch or bed. 

- Kissing in the rain and in the dark of the night. 

- He could genuinely sit and talk with you for hours, or just sit with you without saying a word. Just being by your side is enough for him. 

- The two of you tend to stay indoors and enjoy quiet nights in, he liked it even before everything happened to him. He prefers being alone with you with no way to be interrupted. 

- Getting to pet and interact with his crow. The two of you wind up spending a lot of time together. 

- Getting close to and helping take care of Sarah. He loves just sitting back and watching the two of you play around. He’s adorable when he joins in on the fun. 

- He loves how you make him feel normal, always treating him the same as before and making him feel like his old self again just by being with you. 

- Tracing his scars. He sort of likes when you do it, it’s like you’re taking away the memories of that day and replacing them with happy ones. 

- Comforting him when he thinks about his death and looks into your mind to see your memories of life without him. You just wrap yourself around his back and let him feel what he has to. 

- Eric kinda goes feral sometimes. There’s two versions of this Eric: 1) the guy who kills and 2)the guy who’s looking at you with the eyes of a wolf, wanting to eat you alive. Sometimes he’ll just pounce, pulling you into his body and smashing his lips to yours.

- He’s incredibly protective of you. He knows how dangerous your city is and how fragile life can be. He’s determined to make sure nothing ever happens to you; even if it means hurting or killing other people. 

- Because he can’t really be seen with you, he has a bit of a mean streak when it comes to jealousy. If he can, he’ll scare off anyone who he thinks is getting too close to you, threatening them the moment he can get them alone. You’re his and his alone.

- He never gets upset with you. He might have a bit of a temper; particularly after his death, but you’ll never be on the receiving end of it. You very rarely; if ever, fight, the only times he’ll argue or fight with you will when he’s worried about your safety which is something you’ll never hold against him. 

- He’ll never get tired of hearing you say you love him. Oftentimes, he’ll ask you to say “it” again, nuzzling into you while you giggle and repeat yourself. 

- He tells you he loves you constantly, repeating it between kisses, while kissing your forehead, or saying it while gazing deeply into your eyes. It feels so natural for him to say it; there's never any second guessing, it’s the one thing he’s completely sure about in his life. 

- You aren’t sure what will happen to either of you in the future. All you know is that he’ll love you and you’ll love him for the rest of eternity. 

[scarlettsrioting]

POSTING FROM MY MAIN BLOG SCARLETTRIOT

THIS IS NOT STOLEN WORK | PLEASE DO NOT REPORT

Head Over Heels

Pairing: Bakugo x Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! Minors go away. Earthquake. Blood. Swearing.

Contains: Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Slight soft dom tendencies, nipple play, biting, DP, one hole, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda), fingers in mouth. Pet names/nicknames: baby girl, good girl, baby, princess, Tink (per Bakugo), slut.

Summary: You were assigned to work with Kirishima and Bakugo as a part of your support course training at UA. What you didn’t plan on was developing crushes on the hero course couple and you certainly weren’t prepared for them to have crushes on you but, it’s funny how things progress and life happens.

SMUT happens post UA.

W/C: 5,395

A/N: This stemmed from a conversation that @thepuckishrogue and I had the other night. I hope you all enjoy these two beefcakes as much as we do <3 I really didn’t edit this at all, by the way.

It was nearly three in the morning by the time Eijiro unlocked his front door. He’d showered at the agency after his patrol because there was no way he wanted to risk waking up you and Katsuki. And, to further ensure he didn’t, Eijiro tiptoed as quietly as he could through the house.

Removing his shoes, setting them to the left of yours as he always did. He didn’t bother turning on any lights, he knew his home perfectly by now and certainly didn’t need any lights to tell him where to go. Leaving his bag slung over one of the dining room chairs since the table was covered in your gadgets and other work before making his way down the hall to the bedroom.

When he nudged open the door, his heart swelled at the sight before him as it did damn near every time he laid eyes on the two people he loved most in the world.

Katsuki was starfished out as he usually was with arms and legs splayed wide, leaving you clinging to his body like a little koala.

You’d all been together for roughly seven years though, he’d been with Kat for just a year longer. It didn’t really matter though, he was head over heels for the both of you, just as much as he’d been at 17. The girl from the support course that he and Katsuki had been assigned to, charged with helping them with all their technical and support item needs.

He thought you were cute as a button, he couldn’t help it, and Katsuki was quick to catch onto his crush, we have to work with her so don’t make it weird, Shitty Hair. So, he did his best to keep things strictly professional, just like a real pro would do.

His best lasted a day, 25 hours to be exact.

“You’re ripping these sleeves to shreds every other day, Kirishima!”

Just because you’d been recently assigned to each other, didn’t mean you didn’t know about him. It was just that you specifically were now tasked with fixing his sleeves and anything else they needed.

“I-I can’t help it!” He told you standing in the doorway of UA’s lab, “I use my arms, like, a lot! And the fabric rips no matter how careful I am! And if I have to go Unbreakable, yeah, there’s nothing left of ‘em at that point.”

He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched your nose crinkle with thought. Damn if it wasn’t the most adorable thing watching you work. The way you paced around examining, muttering words he didn’t even understand, he even thought the pen kept constantly behind your ear was cute! He was a goner.

“Alright. I’m gonna figure this out! I just know it. I just gotta think… I’ll have another pair of these ready for you tomorrow, two actually so you have a spare, so swing by before training but, I’m gonna make something that’ll actually last you. Might take me a while though.”

And it did. Not days, not weeks, even after a month you hadn’t figured it out completely. Bogged down with other tasks and assignments. Eijiro didn’t mind though. It gave him an excuse to visit you, to get more sleeves, and also to check up on your progress. Sitting with you to keep you company and helping when you let him.

“That can’t all be for you?” Katsuki caught him walking out of the lunchroom for the third day in a row that particular week.

“Uh, it isn’t. Y/N, she’s been working really hard trying to update my suit, and, well, she usually works through lunch. Figured if she’s working that hard for me, bringing her brain fuel is the least I can do. Wanna come too?”

Anyone else, anyone but Katsuki Bakugo, would have been jealous of how much time their boyfriend was spending with another person. But, Eijiro knew damn well Katsuki had a crush on you too. He saw it in Katsuki’s eyes when they’d gone to pick up a prototype gauntlet you made for him.

Hatsume was hovering, pointing out other attachments and modifications you could have made to better your baby. You kept quiet, kept focused only on Katsuki, fitting the gauntlet to his arm, making a minor adjustment here or there, and letting her babble incessantly the entire time.

When she touched him though, touched the item you created, Katsuki looked ready to blow her mouth off but you beat him to it.

“Alright, I need you to back off! He’s assigned to me, not you. Why don’t you worry about the 500 projects you have for Iida and Midoriya before you go worrying about what I’m doing for these two. Okay?”

She walked off in a huff, muttering about how you needed to be more creative while you just kept working and Katsuki, well, he was grinning like a damn fool.

“Fine! Yeah, I like her! That what you wanna hear? I’m with you though! Not gonna leave you just because I got some crush!”

He’d badgered Katsuki the whole way back to their dorms that night, Eijiro kissed him because he was so damn cute when he was flustered. “Katsuki, you don’t have to leave me to be with her you know.”

At first, Katsuki balked at what he was insinuating, but, if the redhead was being honest, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the both of you for weeks now. But, he let his boyfriend sit with the idea for a while, meanwhile, he just kept building a friendship with you.

Until one morning, a Sunday, his day off, his phone started to ring at five in the morning. There were very few people he’d answer for that early, you just happened to be one of them. “Y/N? You good?”

“Kiri! Kiri, I did it! I figured it out! I’m outside, I didn’t think, I just sort of came right to your dorm but now I’m thinking that probably isn’t really allowed this early but I’ve got your sleeves, you know, the ones that have been a massive pain in my ass for like three months, and I’m out here because I didn’t think about what time it was. I just finished at the lab and came right over-”

He opened the front door and you stopped your word vomit. “Get inside! It’s cold this morning.”

You both quietly moved through the dorm, whispered giggles in the elevator all the way up to his room where he slipped the fabric onto his arms while you went over specs and technical jargon that were utterly lost on him.

“Okay, now, it’s not invincible,” You were telling him, “But, it’s the most elastic material I could put together but was still able to withstand the texture of your skin in its most rigid state. Now, as that increases, I’ll probably have to make more modifications, probably find a new material altogether with the way your progression has been over the last year alone but,” You finally took a breath, “but, for now, I think this should work. I hope it’ll work…”

You looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. “Could you try it, please?”

He’d been hanging on every word you’d said, so caught up in the sound of your excitement that he had to shake himself from the trance you put him under and shift the skin on his arms.

You moved around him, manipulating his arms this way and that, something he’d gotten very used to in the last couple of months. “Okay, so far so good. But, we both know this is practically child’s play for you. I need to know if this can stand up to your Unbreakable.”

“I won’t go that far in my dorm. I can be a bit clunky when I get like that, and just, big.”

Of course, you knew that though. You’d watched their training enough times to know his skillset.

“Yeah, I figured you’d say that.” The small pout of your lower lip while you inspected your work had this heart aching. So, he pushed himself just a little further. The collar of his shirt ripped and the little gasp you let out in shock sent an ache right to another body part.

He ignored it though, as best he could at least, and instead looked at his arms. He could see the jagged ridges, the plates of his skin that would usually be poking through were well contained. “I’ll be damned. You really did it!”

“Did you doubt me, Kirishima?”

“No, not for a second.”

You’d been running a hand down his arm, looking for any kind of tears or split seams, thrilled that you couldn’t feel any sharp edges when Kirishima’s door opened. “Shitty Hair! The sun’s not even fuckin’ up what the hell- Oh. Oh, you’re here.”

“Bakubro look!” He held out his arms, “Y/N did it!” He hugged his boyfriend with his quirk active despite Katsuki trying to shove him off.

You hurried over to your bag. “I didn’t forget about you, Bakugo.”

“I don’t need any modifications.”

“Just because you don’t need them doesn’t mean I’m going to not keep trying to help you.”

Eijiro couldn’t even hide his shit-eating grin.

“These are strictly experimental and should only be tested outside for the time being.” You gently passed him three glass vials. “You already store your sweat in its original form inside your gauntlets which is great for those big attacks but I got to thinking, what if you could have more of a surprise element, something that would help you with stealth.”

“’M not really a stealth kinda fighter… quiet ain’t me.”

“This might be able to change that. See, I think I’ve found a way to transform your sweat into a gaseous form. A sort of vapor trapped inside these little vials. My rough analysis estimates they linger in about a twenty-foot area for about two minutes without losing potency. And the gas can live within the vial itself for close to a week without losing potency.”

He held the seemingly empty glass tube up to eye level. “So, find a way to distribute the gas prior to a fight and-”

“Boom.” You and Kiri said together.

“You really only need a tiny spark to set it off but if you ignite it with an AP Shot, I’m estimating an increased damage range of 30-40%.”

Eijiro’s eyes darted between the two of you, waiting for Katsuki to say something but, his boyfriend only turned on his heel. “Okay. Just keep it down in here. Some of us are still trying to sleep.”

And that look that washed over you, that settled into your eyes when Katsuki shut the door behind him, Eijiro decided at that moment he hated it. “I- I thought he’d be happy. He’s always looking for new ways to apply his quirk and improve his technique…”

“Hey, I’m sure Bakugo’s gonna really like it. He’s just grumpy when his beauty sleep is interrupted.”

You nodded your head but sure as hell didn’t look like you believed him. “Well, I’ll let you go back to sleep, Kirishima,” You gathered up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, “If you need anything else, ya know where to find me.”

He thanked you about a dozen more times while walking you back to your dorm before marching back to his own and practically knocking down Katsuki’s door.

“The fuck is your problem!”

“My problem! What’s my problem! She worked hard on those and the best you can do is, Okay, keep it down.” He mocked and took off his croc, “Seriously, man, what’s wrong with you!” Launching the shoe at him.

“I didn’t ask her to do it!”

“So! People can still do nice things for someone without being asked and, it’s a really good idea!”

“Yeah, I know it is.”

“I’m surprised you hadn’t thought of something like it already. You should really be thankful.”

“Yeah, I know, I am.”

“Y/N looked so tired, bet she stayed up all night again working on stuff probably because of us.”

“I said I fuckin’ know!”

Eijiro stopped talking then, watched his boyfriend pull his knees up to his chest and look out his window. “Crap, Kats, you actually really like her, don’t you?”

“’M not good with these things, Ei. Never have been.”

Eijiro sat at the foot of his bed, a hand coming to rest atop his with a soft smile on his face because he, of all people, had first-hand experience knowing how not good Katsuki could be with these things. “You’re getting better every day though. You can admit to liking her. That’s a pretty big improvement!”

“Yeah, but every time I wanna say something nice to her it gets stuck in my throat! So, I don’t say anything and I look like a bigger jackass than I already am!”

He just leaned forward, kissing Katsuki’s brow before promising him that they’d work on it together. And it was a promise Eijiro took very seriously.

It took a while, but, Katsuki eventually did start opening up to you. Letting you see little bits of himself outside of the lab. He even started joining you and Eijiro for lunch, beating him once or twice and already in conversation with you by the time Eijiro arrived.

The day he gave you a nickname, Eijiro was smiling from ear to ear. “Always messing with something… tinkering… damn tinkerer… Tink.”

Eijiro noticed Katsuki’s training times had lengthened and Midoriya, whom he usually stayed late to train with, was already back at the dorms. “Tink, she wanted to learn some basic hand-to-hand combat stuff. Mentioned it once during lunch, so I, ya know, offered to help.”

He couldn’t have been more proud of Katsuki’s progress.

Before he knew it, you weren’t just befriending Katsuki but the rest of their little group of friends too. Soon enough, the boys didn’t just see you for hero needs or in the lab but simply because they wanted to. Inviting you to movie nights and shopping trips. Anything they could do to be around you and you were always in such a wonderful mood around them, all smiles and laughter. Welcoming hugs and playful touches.

Things were great, like, really great. And that was why Eijiro had been so damn confused the day he heard crying coming from Mina’s dorm. “-they’re with each other so why do I feel like this? It’s so fucking stupid, Mina! ’M gonna ask someone to switch pairs with me, I can’t do it anymore.”

That look on your face when Katsuki broke your heart months ago in his dorm had nothing on that moment. Eijiro felt the world slip under him, felt everything slipping through his very fingers. He burst through Katsuki’s door. “We’ve got a problem!”

The pair raced back to Mina’s room but just found her alone in the room. “I just walked Y/N out but, guys, I think we should talk-”

“Later!” Eijiro shouted. Bakugo already pushing the door open to the stairwell hoping to catch you.

“Tink!” Eijiro heard him yelling after you, saw you turn and wipe your cheek trying to hide the evidence of what happened in Mina’s room.

“H-hey guys, what’s up?”

“W-wh…” Katsuki choked on the words again but before Eijiro had a chance to explain, Katsuki finally got them out, “We like you too.”

You looked dumbfounded. Taking a step back from Katsuki, your head shaking with confusion.

“He’s right,” Eijiro added once he caught up, “We both like you, like, a lot.”

“Both of you?” They nodded in sync, “Like me?” Nods, “But, you’re with each other…”

Eijiro was the one to propose the idea of a poly relationship to you, and like Katsuki, you needed time to think, to process. They could practically see the gears turning in your head trying to sort it all out.

“Take all the time you need. And whatever you decide, we’d still like to be friends, if that’s alright.”

You gave a weak little nod and that was the last they saw of you for two whole weeks.

Katsuki was grumbling something in the evening about how he was going to sabotage one of this own gauntlets just so he had an excuse to see you when they felt the ground rumble. Everyone looked outside and saw the three dorms furthest way collapsing, the fourth starting to shake violently.

“Villians?” Someone asked.

“Feels like an earthquake!”

But panic overtook both guys because they knew the second building, that was your dorm. One look shared between the two was all it took, both of them racing towards the rubble remains.

Katsuki was faster, explosions propelling him forward. Eijiro had to stop along the way despite not wanting to. The fourth building was cracking, falling in large chunks and students were still running for cover. He shifted, holding up as much of the entryway as he could until the last of them were out.

By the time he caught up with Katsuki, you were already bundled up in his arms. Blood coated the right side of your face, trickling down onto Katsuki. He could see your shirt torn open, blood pooling from there as well. “I-Is she?” He was so scared to even ask.

“Her pulse is fine. Passed out a second before you got here. Just gotta get her to Recovery Girl. Gotta get her for a lot of people…” Katsuki gingerly passed you over to him. He didn’t even have time to process how small you looked in his arms because he could feel the warmth of your blood from another wound on your back. “Take her somewhere safe and be mindful of aftershocks. There are more still inside.”

He remembered telling Katsuki to be careful before taking you and a few others off to safety.

An infirmary had been set up in one of the gyms, temporary sleeping quarters in another since six dormitories in all had been destroyed in the earthquake.

Recovery Girl assured them both that you’d be fine, maybe some scars but fine. They still refused to leave your side until you woke up though. And, by the following morning, you had stirred. Eijiro hugged you before your eyes had opened fully, Katsuki had to shove him back, reminding him that you were probably sore as hell.

You muttered something about how fast Katsuki had been, how gentle Eijiro was when he held you, he hadn’t even been aware you knew he did that… but you grabbed both their hands, “Thank you. Both of you.”

They intended on leaving you to rest now that they knew you were okay. But your hands tightened in theirs, “Stay, please.”

And so you did. Together, you all stayed for the last seven years. The good and bad, you went through it all together.

> > > < < <

Eijiro tugged off his shirt and tossed it along with his jeans into the hamper, letting his hair fall free of the tie he had it back in while memory after memory played through his mind.

You could feel the bed dip beside you under Eijiro’s weight, never able to get that deep sleep until both your husbands were home safe and sound. You smiled sleepily when he placed a kiss on your temple, carefully leaning over you to give Kat one too.

Most nights, he’d settle in beside you, snores quickly filling your bedroom but some nights, like tonight, he was restless. Too much energy that he didn’t burn off during the day. On one hand, that meant work was quiet, on the other, he’d be fidgeting for hours unless something was done.

And so you rolled off Katsuki and into Eijiro, “Eiji, baby,”

“Awe, lovebug, did I wake ya?”

You shook your head, “You know I don’t really sleep 'til you’re home.”

He wrapped thick arms around you. “You’ve gotta quit doin’ that.”

Your nose crinkled. “You’ve known me for how long? You really think my sleep habits are gonna change now?” His rumbling laugh was quiet but you could see his eyes crinkle at the corners even in the darkness. It was such a small feature, the subtlest sign of aging and it filled you with warmth. “You should get some sleep, Ei.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna be able to yet. Not that tired.”

“Want me to help with that?” Kissing the hollow of his throat, moving to the junction of his shoulder and neck, one hand snaking between your bodies so your thumb could brush his nipple. Teasing him in the best ways that had him squeezing you tighter. “Is that a yes, Eiji?”

He slipped a meaty thigh between your legs, bumping it up to rub against your core so you’d give him your little gasps he’d always been weak for. “When you give me such a compelling offer, how’s a guy supposed to say no?”

Eijiro drew you closer, smiling before his lips met yours as they so often did. It was a familiar dance that you loved. The way his sharp teeth would so gently tug on your lower lip when he rolled on his back, placing you atop him. His hands grinding you down by the fat of your hips letting you rut against him while you kissed down the center of his chest, playing with each nipple and hearing him hiss before returning to his neck.

“Think I should wake up Kit-Kat?”

“Let 'em sleep, baby girl, he’s only got an hour before he wakes up anyway.”

The two of you scooted to the far side of the large bed, hoping your activities wouldn’t wake up your blonde husband. It was one thing to wake him up for sex but another thing entirely if he was woken up by sex.

Eijiro marveled when you pulled off your shirt, well, Katsuki’s shirt technically. Letting it slide soundlessly onto the floor while he brought your tits to his mouth. Swirling his tongue around sensitive nipples before playfully nipping them, sucking harder when your hand dipped below his waistband and wrapped around his hard cock.

Biting down on the fatter part to suppress a sinful moan with how you stroked him, swiping the pre that had accumulated all around his head before gliding all the way down to his base and back up again.

He let you tease and play, bouncing you still on his thigh until he couldn’t take anymore. Eijiro flipped you onto your stomach, his hands running over your skin, the curves and divots he knew by heart, and hooked his fingers into the flimsy band of your panties. With a single hardened finger, the fabric tore without a single sound. “You didn’t really like these, did you?” His breath was hot on the back of your neck, kissing just behind your ear when you whined. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

His cock rested playfully between your ass cheeks, moving ever so slightly, his hips lazily rocking while he explored with his mouth, making you moan when his thumbs ran over the sides of your tits, and sending goosebumps all over when he kissed your back, halfway down and just slightly off-center, where you had the faintest scar from the earthquake Katsuki pulled you from.

Finally, his fingers made it back to your hips and he hiked your ass right up in the air, those fingers gathering the slick he’d caused and spreading your folds so they could dip inside. “Did Kit-Kat play with you before bed?”

You shook your head. “He had a headache so I got him off so he could go to sleep.”

Eijiro pulled you up to him, your back to his front. “We have the best little wife,” His fingers sinking in deeper, “You know that, don’t you?” Fingers curling against that sweet spot. Eijiro has to use his other hand to cover your mouth. “Oh, I know it feels good but you’ve gotta stay quiet. Nod if you understand. Yeah, that’s my good girl.”

He brought the hand slowly down your body, trailing over your nipple, squeezing it just slightly before abandoning them to pay close attention to your clit.

You had to bite down on your lip to stop your cries, screwing your eyes shut while Eijiro set his pace. Just as he felt you tip over the edge, your walls spasming around his digits, he removed them leaving you empty for only a second before popping the head of his cock in your dripping hole.

“Fuck! Eiji-!” You tasted yourself on the fingers he was quick to shove in your mouth.

“Baby girl, I told you, you’ve gotta be quiet so you don’t wake Kat. You’ve gotta listen.”

He sank you down further on his cock, your walls still fluttering around him, still toying with your clit. Eijiro was halfway in when his teeth pieced your shoulder and a moan ripped from the both of you. While he was busy fucking you through your first orgasm, you had your tongue coiling around his fingers. Licking and sucking your juices right off him, starting to bounce your hips, eager to hit that high again.

“Shit, you feel so damn good, so fuckin’ good. Take my cock perfectly every damn time.” He jammed his fingers further in your mouth, “Take 'em, babe, I know you can.” Biting your neck this time so you squirmed on his dick. “Fuckin’ perfect’s what you are. Ngh, yeah.”

The sounds of wet, sloppy skin filled the air around you, and yet the both of you were too engrossed in the other to notice the glaring set of garnet eyes watching the show.

Katsuki thought it might have been a dream at first, one that had him groggily waking up with a painfully stiff cock. He watched with eyes slightly unfocused, Eijiro lifting you up, your tits on full display for him. His husband’s fingers buried deep inside your cunt, all nice and warm. Mmm. He wanted to be all nice and warm.

He palmed his own cock when Eijiro told you to be quiet, so thoughtful and you were trying so hard to for his sake. Gods, he loved the both of you so damn much. He wrapped his fingers around himself when your body twitched, and when Eiji teased you with his fat cock, he smirked. But, it was when the redhead shoved those long, thick fingers right in your mouth that Katsuki started pumping.

He took you both by surprise, how quickly he moved to pull you forward towards him. “Get those fingers out of your mouth right now. I got something else you need to suck on.” Katsuki tapped your cheek and Eijiro slipped his fingers free.

“Sorry, babe.”

“No, you’re fuckin’ not.”

Eijiro laughed, fully this time, no longer needing to hold back. He slammed into you from behind just as Katsuki entered your mouth making him collide with the back of your throat in one go.

“I guess work was uneventful?”

“Ngh, yeah, boring night.”

They talked nonchalantly above you. Katsuki’s hands teasing your tits so you’d moan around his dick for him. And after a minute or two, Eijiro stopped holding up his end of the conversation. “She got you feelin’ good, huh?” The larger man whimpered, “It’s so easy to please you, lay the fuck back.”

“But-”

“Take her with you, dumbass.”

He pulled himself from your mouth with a pop. Strings to spit fell down your chin and the shift in positions had you moaning, now laying on Eijiro’s chest while Katsuki loomed above you both, “You blew me right to sleep, Princess. I didn’t get to fuck you earlier. Be our good little slut and take us both in one go, yeah?”

It wasn’t something you often did. You saved it for when you didn’t have to work the next day because of how sore you always were but Kat knew your schedule, knew it was your day off, and so you muttered, “Y-yeah, y-es, sir.”

Katsuki went slow, he had to with how full Eijiro already had you. “Damn, Kat. Don’t fuckin’ break her.”

“I got 'er.”

You could feel them both sliding into you, Eijiro had an arm around your middle, his other hand was smoothing back your hair while he whispered about how well you took them both. Katsuki’s tongue toying with your nipple to aid in distracting you, scarred fingers on your clit, so very different from Eijiro’s rough calloused ones and yet, making your moan all the same.

All three of you were panting, coming to a rest with both men stuffed inside you, both pausing to check on you, waiting for the okay to continue on.

Small thrusts at first, barely snapping hips, working opposite each other so you were never left without. You’d tried lifting your head, wanting to see them both but Katsuki hit your sweet spot with a snicker making your head fall back on Eijiro’s chest again.

Eijiro barely had to do anything at all, Katsuki’s rocking had the two of you moving with him. Though, he did have to throw a hand back, onto the floor, to keep the three of you stable and not let Katsuki fuck you all right off the bed.

The blonde rested his head right between your breasts. “Damn it, Eiji, you’re so fuckin’ big. Can feel every inch in here. You take it so fuckin well, Princess.”

You watched Eijiro run a loving hand through ashy blonde locks. “Yeah, we love you too.” Their cocks twitched at the statement.

He gave a hard thrust and you both grunted. “Shut up, Shitty Hair. Or I’ll make you cum right fuckin’ now.”

This time you felt the laugh bubble from Eijiro, “Yeah, think I’m gonna be doing that regardless.” He lifted his hips, lifting both you and Katsuki on a slight incline so he could fuck properly. “Maybe I’ll take you with me.”

A large hand held you in place while he thrust, his voice, low in your ear. “Come on, baby, let’s make 'em cum.”

“Guys, oh shit, ah fuck!”

Both of them felt you squeeze their dicks, pushing them closer together. Eijiro’s hand went right to your clit, his hips picking up the pace while Katsuki latched onto the opposite tit this time moving his own hips, matching Eijiro perfectly. Hitting you so deeply, Eijiro’s cock reaching just a bit further.

“’M not gonna last,” Eijiro grunted and his teeth on your shoulder sent you over the edge. Katsuki groaned feeling the two of you let go and joining in. Before Katsuki collapsed on your stomach, he pulled Eijiro back fully on the bed so he could properly relax.

You were effectively sandwiched between the two, Eijiro waited for Katsuki to settle and then wound his arms around you both. “You’ve gotta get ready for patrol soon.” His hands trailed down his spine.

“Don’t remind me. Didja eat?”

“Had dinner around nine.”

Katsuki kissed your cheek. “Did you work up an appetite, Princess Tink?”

The nickname had you smiling. “If you’re making breakfast food, you know I’ll eat.”

“Gotta lemme outta your vice grip so I can make it to the kitchen.”

You wrapped your arms behind Eijiro’s back and let them both pull free with a grunt, “On second thought, showers to clean up this fuckin’ mess, then food.”

“Can I have pancakes with whipped cream?” Eijiro asked Katsuki who was already walking towards the bathroom.

“You want whipped cream, ask Tink real nicely. She’s fulla cream.”

He’d scooped you up in his lap, wiggling his eyebrows, knowing damn well your legs were shot. “Eiji, baby, no.”

He pouted that adorable lower lip that could get him just about anything he wanted. “Maybe for dessert.”

After a warm shower, Eijiro set you down on the sofa, pulling a dark blanket around you with a kiss atop your head.

“Thanks for putting on a show for me,” Katsuki commented just to Eijiro when he walked into the kitchen. “Choking on your fingers was a nice fuckin’ touch.”

Eijiro kissed his cheek, “Thought I’d give you something fun to wake up to, Blasty. Glad you enjoyed it.”