#to walk around in every corner of your childhood house and be able to see exactly how u grew up

[padfootastic]

can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.

especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.

not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.

to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.

sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.

[envy-of-the-apple]

Center of Attention

Dark! Geto Suguru x reader x Dark! Gojo Satoru

5.6k wc

Synopsis: Your boyfriend cheats on you with his best friend

(Warnings: rape/noncon, cheating, infidelity, forced relationships, piv sex, oral sex, afab reader)

In the beginning, things with Suguru were great. 

He was nice, considerate, sweet. Down to earth, honest. You'd only been official for a few months, but it felt real. Like it could last forever. 

And then, he introduced you to Satoru. 

It started from there. You hated everything about that man. He came from money and drove in loud, fancy cars. He was vapid and insulting. The way he behaved with you was just as disgusting. Calling you pet names like 'princess' and 'baby'. Touching your waist, your arm, your ass. Suguru once said they shared everything together. You were starting to wonder if Satoru thought you were on the table as well. 

It started a lot of arguments between you and Suguru. He'd always defend his childhood friend, barely even listening to your protests. It's just his nature, he doesn't do it on purpose, he does it with everyone. With how defensive he was about his best friend, you should have known. You should have seen the signs. 

Maybe then you would have been less surprised when you walked in on the two making out. 

You'd left Suguru's house after the last fight you had with him, once again about Satoru. You were halfway home when something like guilt spread across your body. Doubt. Maybe you were being too harsh on them. They were childhood friends. They'd always have a connection you just wouldn't be able to understand. 

You had come back with a bag of take out-an apology- on your wrists. You didn't think anything of it when the front door was unlocked, Suguru's clothes on the ground. 

They were on the couch, half-naked. Satoru was pressing his precious best friend further into the cushion. Suguru's hand was in his white hair, aggressively pulling. You could feel your heart breaking with every second. Every breath you took. 

"Suguru...?" They froze. 

It was your fault. You should have been faster. 

The food you'd brought drops to the floor as you turn, ready to bolt out the door, run to your car, drive far far away and just forget this shitty night. Satoru is faster. His slender hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back. 

"Wait. Just wait," he begs, his voice uncharacteristically desperate. Given any other situation, you would have laughed, but the tears were already streaming down your face. You can only stare at the empty couch, where those two had just been. Where you can see your cotton pink panties. 

God, this is all one sick joke, isn't it?

Suguru calls your name, but you don't bother to look. Satoru's grip is strong, and you're forced to wither just a foot away from the two of them. You feel everything. Humiliation. Heartbreak. Anger. 

You slap away the hand that tries to cup your cheek. It's all it takes to snap you back.

"Don't touch me." Through your tears, you try to wrestle your way out of Satoru's grip. 

"Let me go," you demand, your throat threatening to close, "Satoru let-let me fucking go—" 

"Not until you let us explain," Suguru begs. By now, Satoru had cornered you against the wall, and you feel yourself crying even harder because you don't want an explanation, you know what you fucking saw. 

"Jesus Christ-what could you possibly say that can-that can explain anything!" Your voice is too shrill, too high, too emotional, you need to bring yourself down but you just can't. It's so much. You need to leave.

"Satoru and I love each other." 

Your voice halts in your chest as you look up. Suguru's eyes are somber as he gazes at you. You want to stop yourself from examining him. The unruffled clothes, the dark hickeys on his neck. For some reason, the evidence breaks you more than the action. 

"We always have," he continues like he's talking about the weather. He was always the logical one, "Ever since we were teenagers." 

"Great," you respond, voice too damp to signify any real sarcasm, "how touching. Then just—" 

"—But it wasn't enough," Satoru rushes in, quick to cut you off. "We—we weren't complete. Like we would never have the right time....and then we met you." 

You don't like adoration in his eyes, like he wasn't just about to fuck your now ex-boyfriend. Disgust fills your stomach as you continue to glare at him. You hate him. You hate them both. 

"The first time Suguru brought you home, I knew you were the one for us," Satoru says. "You-you're our missing puzzle piece—what we've been looking for our entire life." He's good with words. He's a little like Suguru, in that sense. Maybe they do deserve each other. 

You can only stare at him, and then your eyes shift to Suguru. He has the same expression, though a little less obvious. Despite how much your heart hurts, a disbelieved laugh chokes out of your throat. 

"...that's your excuse?" you whisper, "you wanted a fucking threesome?" 

"It's not an excuse." Suguru steps forward, now they both are fully trapping you. His voice is soaking with emotion, almost like he was about to start crying. 

"It's the truth. I love you. We love you, and we want you to be with us." 

You couldn't believe them. You couldn't fucking believe them. It was all too much. The argument, the kiss. This, them cornering you and claiming that they love you. It was the first time Suguru had told you that he loved you. You thought you would have been happy to hear those words come from his mouth, given enough time together. 

Now, it just feels like another nail in the coffin. 

You look down, looking at the spilled food. You'd brought curry. It was currently all over the bare floor, leaking into cracks. Good. You hoped when you left and cried your heart out, Suguru would be here, cleaning up your mess. You wouldn't be able to hurt him as badly as he did you, but at least you'd be able to make him miserable. 

"I want to go home," you finally say. You pull at Satoru's hand. He doesn't budge. "I want to leave. Let me leave." 

He doesn't reply. His grip gets tighter, almost crushing. You stumble when he pulls you forward, nearly crashing into his chest. When you look up, he looks....wrong. Off, in some way. 

"You can't." His sunglasses are off. You can see his eyes. They're too wide, too manic. It scares you. "We—we just told you that we loved you. I love you. You—you can't just leave me—" 

“Let go, Satoru.” 

Satoru stops rambling, looking over at the other man. Suguru steps even closer. His hand reaches up, touching your hair. You don’t slap him away again, but you flinch. His frown deepens. You hate the look of hurt in his eyes, like he’s the victim here, like he spent months with someone who was just stringing them along. 

“You need time,” Suguru says, more to himself than you, “we get that. We’ll give you time. And then, you can come back to us.” You should snap at the blistering hope in his voice, but you don't. You grit your teeth, holding everything in until you're finally away from them. 

He steps back. Satoru doesn’t. His teeth mash together, jaw clenching like he wants to argue. Fight. 

Suguru’s eyes darken. “Let go, Satoru.” 

Slowly, you can feel his grip on your wrist loosen. You react, stumbling back, hands desperately gripping on the door. You can feel their eyes on you the entire time. 

You can give yourself credit, however. You don’t break into sobs until you get into your car. 

Two months later, and you still refuse to see them. 

It's not like they haven't tried to get in touch, much to your disdain. They called and texted and spammed until you blocked them. Then, you blocked them on social media. At work, you ask the secretary to start dumping the bouquets instead of sending them up to you. And you have to tell your mutual friends to stop trying to act like the middle-man. 

You can't do anything about the letters or the gifts left at your door every other day. Ignoring the full mailbox becomes customary, and you start passing off the chocolates to your neighbors and friends. 

"Can't you get them to stop?" You ask Shoko as she rummages through another gift basket they had sent, "seriously, I'm close to snapping here." 

"Oh, this looks expensive." She eyes the wine bottle. When you give her a look, she sighs. 

"You know I can't do that. Whenever they get obsessed, they don't take no for an answer. Maybe that's why they have such a great relationship." You wilt at that. 

"Did you know?" 

Her fingers twitch in a way that makes you know she's craving a cigarette. 

"I mean, I knew they had a thing for each other back in high school, but I thought it faded." You sink your face further into your hands. "Trust me, I wasn't in on whatever bullshit they did to you." 

Her fingers reach over to squeeze your thigh, a way of apologizing. You give her a timid smile, before ultimately sighing again. Her hands move to your back. You feel the urge to cry in her chest again, but you've been doing that for days now.

"Just keep doing what you're doing. Ignore them, and hopefully, those assholes will focus on something else." Shoko suggests. She shifts closer. You can smell her perfume. 

You nod. "Yeah, hopefully." 

Eventually, the gifts start to dwindle. The flowers stop coming, the gift baskets get more and more sporadic. Two months later, everything stops, and you're nearly crying in relief. By now, you're mostly over whatever you had with Suguru. You two hadn't been together for very long. Now that you think about it, the whole situation was more embarrassing than anything else. And the fact they both had the audacity to lovebomb you too? Humiliating. All you want to do is never see him again. Him or Satoru. In your eyes, they can both just fall off the face of the Earth and you'd be all the more happier for it. 

The date was nice. Cute, was the word you'd use. A nice dinner and peaceful conversation. And he wasn't that bad to look at. A nice smile. Dimples, you noted when he laughed at something you'd said. 

"I'd like to see you again." He said, right before you let yourself out of the car. 

You glanced back at him. And you stay there when he leans closer. The kiss was nice, too. 

You're giddy the entire short walk to your apartment. It fades just when you reach the door. 

Their arms are crossed, and it strangely feels like you're coming home to two disapproving parents. Satoru is leaning against a wall, sunglasses tucked underneath his collar. Suguru holds something in his hands—another bouquet. 

Your excitement fades, but secretly, you're relieved. You don't feel the remnants of your heart shattering the more you look at them. You feel....nothing. 

Nothing but the slight irritation that they were blocking your door. 

"Welcome back." Suguru starts, but Satoru is much less tactful. 

"Who was that?" He demands, but the car has already left. Thank god you would want to bring a man you'd barely met into your drama. 

None of your business, you want to snap, but it's too late for either of their bullshit. 

"No one," you say and their glowers only grow that more intense. 

"Can this wait until tomorrow?" you finally ask, "I'm exhausted." Satoru seems to get even more pissed at your comment, but Suguru steps in. 

"You haven't been answering my calls," Suguru starts, "and you haven't accepted any of our gifts. We're just worried about you." 

That's rich, coming from him. You can't help but let your irritation control you, at least for a little while. Just because you were over him, doesn't mean you were fine with what he did. 

"Sorry, but you lost the privilege to 'worry about me' when you started sucking your boyfriend's dick," you mention to Satoru, who stiffens, "Speaking off, was he the mistress here, or was I? How long had you two been doing it behind my back, anyway? Or is it technically not considered cheating because you said 'no homo' before making out." 

"I'm sorry," Suguru says, and to his credit, he sounds remorseful, "there's not a single day that goes by where I'm not regretful at how you found out." 

"Oh my God, absolutely not. You don't get to apologize to me to clear your conscience." You're hissing. "What? Do you expect me to give you and Satoru my blessings or something? Fuck off before I start throwing my shoes at you." 

"Would that make you feel better?" Satoru cuts in. "You can hurt us if you want to, baby. What—what do you want us to do?" He steps forward. You step back. "We can get on our knees, and you can punch us. Hit us. Wanna smash beer bottles on our faces? Anything, baby. We want you to forgive us." 

His sincerity takes you off guard. His eyes were wide. He was serious about what he just said. For a moment, you felt bad for Suguru. He was stuck with that. And then you processed Satoru's words. 

"Forgiveness?" You spit out. "You have to be fucking with me because there's no way in hell I'd ever forgive you. Do you know the worst part about this entire shitshow, Suguru? It wasn't the fact that you broke my heart, it was that everyone except me knew that my boyfriend was sucking his best friend's dick. Do you know how humiliating that was? Of course you didn't because you two were so busy thinking about each other that you didn't even think how it would affect me." 

By the time you were done, you were panting. You bit your lip, forcing the hint of tears back because if you broke, it would negate everything you had just said. Despite the tremor in your voice, it felt good to yell at them finally. The look on their faces made the cake that much sweeter. 

"Now, fuck off," your voice was quieter, almost hoarse, "leave me alone." 

They don't stop you when you reach your door. You can barely stop your hands from shaking, and you know you won't be able to hold yourself together for much longer. The door unlocks with a click. 

And then you're stumbling through your home with an added weight on your back. 

You almost fall into the carpet, quick to balance yourself and whirl around. They're already inside. Suguru is shaking his head while Satoru fiddles with the door. 

"Satoru—" Suguru starts. 

"Enough." He hisses. "We've tried doing it your way, and look where it got us. My way, now." The lock clicks into place. 

Suguru looks like he wants to disagree, but he holds himself back. He frowns, glancing over to you. 

"You're right," he says, "maybe actions are better than words." 

Something like fear pushes its way into your throat, but you're waving it away. You immediately reject the sudden increased thumping in your heart. This is Satoru and Suguru. Assholes. They are selfish bastards who care about nothing but themselves. But they wouldn't hurt you. They wouldn't do that to you. 

Right? 

You're certain of it. You know it, yet your voice falters the first time you try to speak up. 

"...What are you doing?" 

You can't keep the anger. It's gone, as much as you try to pull it back inside your chest, keeping it there. Instead of hot, you just feel cold. 

You don't like the way they're slowly inching towards you, like you're a scared feral animal—like they're hunters itching for a taste. 

Despite your clear discomfort, Satoru still has the audacity to smile. Not his usual grin, filled with unabashed confidence, this one is warmer. Nicer.

You think it makes what he's doing worse.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he sounds like he's begging, voice low, simpering, "I never wanted to hurt you. I promise." 

"What are you doing?" You demand again, but your voice wavers even more. 

"I get it. I get why you're so upset with us. You just felt left out, right?" Satoru's saying, and you should be getting angry at his words, but the way he isn't stopping is getting more and more concerning and something is wrong, they aren't leaving, why aren't they leaving?

"Just let us show you how sorry we are, how much we care," Suguru says, "Everything. All for you. I promise." 

"Get out," you're whispering, and it hope it has more bite than you can possibly give, "just get out. Leave me alone—" 

Satoru grabs you. You manage to scream before his lips crush into yours. The kiss isn't anything the way Suguru used to kiss you. Gentle, soft, giving, never taking. Satoru was all strength. The strongest. He pulled, and nipped, and bit until it wasn't even a kiss. It was just you being devoured by him. 

You push away (he lets you), but before you can suck in a breath, Suguru's there, grabbing the back of your neck. The kiss is less painful, but just as searing. Especially considering you've kissed him before, back when things were innocent, much less twisted. 

"See, Suguru?" Satoru whispers when the dark-haired man pulls away. "So much quieter, now. You just wanted all our attention, right baby?" 

You can't speak, not when you can barely breathe. You're pushing again, struggling to get out of their hold, but you are nothing against Satoru. You are nothing against Suguru. 

What are you when it's both of them at once? 

You mumble about a quiet 'get the fuck out'. It's too shaky to be anything intimidating. They both have the audacity to laugh in a way that makes you feel like a tiny kitten clawing at their owner's hands, desperate not to sink into the warm, soapy water. 

It's easy to manhandle you onto the couch, Suguru keeping you nice and pliant as Satoru fiddles with your pants. Suguru hushes you, like you were just playing around. Playing hard to get. Like the sobs and the tears and the tearful begs aren't enough to prove anything coherent. 

"Stop," you say anyway because there's a chance, there's always a chance, "Suguru—Satoru stop. What—what are you doing? Please just—" 

Suguru bites your neck, making you yelp. He apologizes with a warm tongue, ignoring you and glaring down at his companion. 

"Hurry up." It sounds impatient. "You wanted a taste, right?" 

Satoru clicks his tongue and they're both ignoring you, as if your opinion, your struggles, your screams is just background noise, nothing truly important. Your pants are already down at your legs, preventing you from kicking. Satoru's large hands squeeze at the fat of your thighs, and you jump as his cold hands brush over your sensitive skin. 

Your voice is muffled by Suguru's lips once again. The man moans into your mouth, loud and lewd. 

"I'm savoring this," Satoru says while you're distracted.

He pushes two fingers into your clothed cunt, shuddering at the touch. "You touched this pussy all the time. Can't say the same. Cut me some slack, man." 

Suguru reluctantly pulls away, leaving you panted and slightly breathless. He says something to Satoru, chiding. Satoru bickers back. You can only come back when you dazedly look down just in time to see Satoru push your panties to the side and attach his mouth to your pussy. 

You're not wet. How could you be? Satoru remedies that, eagerly licking until your hole is covered by his saliva. Your recent inactivity doesn't help either. You hadn't done anything, not since Suguru. Your body is starved for attention, something Satoru is readily giving. You become wet and needy in no time. 

Not one to be ignored, Suguru pulls your shirt over your head, abandoning it somewhere behind the couch. Your arms are useless, barely catching onto his wrist before he's forcing you away. Suguru's head dips down, running his tongue over the skin at your breasts, eager for a taste. He bites at one of your nipples, groaning when your hands reach up to wildly tug at his hair. Your actions seem only to excite him further as he squeezes your other breast, digging his fingers into your soft flesh. 

On the floor, Satoru is having more than enough of his fill. You aren't prepared to feel the long finger prodding your hole before easing its way inside your tight pussy. You give a faltering whimper, arching your back. Suguru pulls away from your chest with a pop. 

You're sobbing now. It doesn't prove anything, considering each sob is interrupted by a reluctant moan. Suguru leans up to kiss you. You squeeze your eyes, turning away. His lips brush your cheek. He chuckles at your act of defiance. 

"So cute," he says against your skin. Butterfly kisses across your cheek, your neck. "I missed this. I missed you." 

The words hurt, cut into your skin, enough to make you bleed. You cry harder. They are kind enough to let you. 

"Did you miss me too?" Suguru asks. When you give no answer, he laughs affectionately. 

He's unbuckling his belt as he traces more kisses across your skin. Suguru pushes away the hem of his pants, untucking his cock. You can feel its length press against your side. 

Below you, Satoru grabs you by the hips, adjusting you further down the couch until the new angle makes his fingers hit something deep inside of you. You gasp, eyes flying open. 

"Look at him," Suguru says, taking your chin, pointing your gaze down, "Isn't he so pretty?" 

Blue eyes stare back up at you, clouded with lust and need. You can't help but stare back through your tears. You've never noticed how beautiful Satoru's eyes were. They were always covered, obscured by his glasses. They're so pretty. Like oceans, merged with a starry sky. They're so beautiful. He's so beautiful. How could someone so beautiful do this to you?

"He wanted to do this for so long," Suguru murmurs into your ear, "would not shut up about eating you out, making you cum down his throat. Sit on his face until he passes out." 

Satoru says something, it sounds irritated, muffled by the slick sounds of your pussy. In response, Suguru grabs the back of his head, shoving him deeper between your thighs, keeping him there. You jolt at the sudden intimacy, another whine melting out your throat. Satoru seems to forget whatever he was saying, going back to worshipping your battered pussy.  

"If we're lucky, he'll suffocate down there," Suguru says with no real heat in his voice, "though I think he might like that idea." 

His voice is heavy, like he'd been running. Suguru grabs your hand, enveloping it in his own. The same hand that was touching his throbbing cock. When you try to jolt away, he doesn't let you, trapping your fingers underneath his own. 

"C'mon baby." He says through gritted teeth. You squeeze your eyes again, turning away into your shoulder. Suguru doesn't let you run away, not this time. He's quick to make himself known, scrapping his teeth against your neck. He moves yours and his hands up and down his leaking cock. 

"There we go." He sounds relieved. "That's it. So so good for me." 

You let him. You let them. You lie there like a doll, letting them maneuver you as they wish. Satoru's the loudest, moaning against your pussy, sucking on your clit. Suguru is more refined, shuddering into the crook of your neck as he forces you to grip his cock tighter and tighter. 

"Stop." It's nothing more than a pleading whimper. "Please please stop." 

Suguru kisses you again, sloppy and messy, just as Satoru sucks on your clit, hard enough to make you see white. You come right on his tongue and fingers, riding out your high. Against your will, your back arches, rising off the couch with a high-pitched keen. Your thighs squeeze around his head, threatening to crush his skull. He's more than happy to let you. 

Suguru follows right after, you can feel his cum coat your hand. Sticky, making you feel even more disgusted with yourself than you already were. 

You slump into the couch just as Satoru pulls away. Suguru tucks you into your chest, but you don't care enough to struggle. You can only watch as Satoru rises from his place on the floor, locking eyes with Suguru. 

"So?" Suguru asks, still panting, but there's a smile in his voice, "How was it?" 

There's something carnivorous in Satoru's eyes before he lunges. He aggressively kisses Suguru, and the latter returns the affection just as potently. Numbly, you realize that they were softer kissing you. They were holding back. Now, they go together like wild dogs, teeth clashing together. When they part, Satoru's lips are bleeding. 

Satoru turns his gaze on you. You avert your eyes, not wanting to bait the unpredictable animal. Luckily, his earlier inhibitions had been sated by the kiss. He falls on top of you two, burying his head into the crook of your neck, where Suguru has turned your skin into a patchwork of hickeys. 

"Fuck baby," he sighs into your skin, "you're an addiction, y'know that?" 

You focus on breathing. In and out, filling your lungs with much-needed oxygen. It works to keep you from processing the absolute awe in Satoru's voice. The sincerity. The adoration. So so much worse had he just been mocking. The way he usually was. 

But it was over now. It can't be anything more. You'd go insane if it were anything more-- 

"Now, I don't think it's fair anymore," Suguru's sighing into your ear, "you had a taste, right? Let me have a turn now." 

He's about to stand, but Satoru's placing a large hand on his chest, forcing him back on the couch. 

"Sit the fuck down." He spits out in irritation. "You're so greedy, y'know that? I'm fucking this pussy first, just like we agreed on." 

You can feel your breath hitch at that. The way they just stripped you down of your humanity. Like you were a toy, two toddlers were fighting over. It was horrifying. You can feel nausea build up in your throat. 

Suguru notices your distress first. He sighs, nuzzling his face into your cheek. 

"Okay okay, I yield," he relents, "don't start throwing a tantrum just because you don't get your way. Today is supposed to be about someone else, remember?" 

Satoru huffs, but he calms down significantly. He pulls away, you can feel his hands trail again your chest, like he's eager to put his mouth on something else, before he's stopping himself. 

By now, your fight has been sucessfully withered out by these two men. As though you ever had a chance, even in the beginning. Even if Suguru's threatening grip hadn't been present, even if the crazed look in Satoru's eyes wouldn't have manifested through his touch, this result would have always happened. 

Even then, you still squeeze your eyes shut when you hear the clanking of his belt. Your eyes sting again, and you tuck your face into the comfort of the fluffy cushions. 

Your thighs are clamped shut. Satoru easily plies them apart, sliding his way between your legs. Something hot and blunt lightly brushes against your entrance before he eases his cock into your pussy with one smooth motion. 

Despite the previous orgasm, it's not enough to obscure the pain. He's too long, and you're certain you could feel him right to your stomach. He curses a stuttered moan. 

It's useless, but you're reaching up anyway. Nails close to his face. Maybe your true goal is for his two beautiful eyes, ripping them apart, eager to see blue turn into red.

You don't get the chance to find out for yourself. Suguru's stopping you, restricting your body with his own. There's a punishing bite right on your neck. You yelp. Suguru grins through the blood. 

"Be good." He chastises. "Behave. We aren't hurting you, right? We're making you feel good." 

He's wrong. They have hurt you. They are hurting you. You feel it in your neck, the aching bruises, your battered cunt. It's everywhere. 

It hurts even more when Satoru doesn't even give you time to adjust. He's blabbering something; you can't hear through the blood between your ears as he collapses into your chest. The position is awkward, considering Suguru is still sucking on your neck, but never mind. They don't care if they suffocate you. 

The rhythm is rough and deep. He pushes his cock as deep as it can go inside of you, stretching your walls before he pulls back, only to restart the terrible cycle all over again. It's horrible. Excruciating, despite how slick your pussy is. Despite it all, you can't help but compare how differently Suguru and Satoru fucked you. 

Suguru's cock was thicker but wasn't as long. He was nicer, slow, only going when he knew you could take it. But back then, you didn't know Suguru's true intentions. You weren't aware of his sadism, the eagerness to rip you apart. Perhaps he was even worse than Satoru was. 

"Doesn't this feel good?" Suguru asks suddenly. His soft lips brush your cheek when you bury your face deeper into your couch. At least this time, he wasn't forcing you to face your unwanted assault head-on. You suppose you should feel grateful. 

But he's right. You hate that he's right. You get used to Satoru's rhythm eventually. When his cock brushes against something deep inside of you, you jolt around his dick, unable to stop yourself from squeezing your walls. Satoru hisses at that, but he barely falters. 

"Fuck fuck fuck," he's hissing, "squeezin' me so tight, gorgeous." 

He gropes at your tits, trying to give himself a reprieve from the sensation. You mirror him, squeezing your hands into fists, nails threatening to break skin. As if to comfort you, Suguru murmurs sweet nothings into your ear. 

Satoru's rhythm starts to falter. His breath hitches, indicating what's to come. His hands squeeze. His pace gets even rougher. Suguru frowns when you give a wilted moan, more pained than anything. 

"Satoru," he says, almost lecturing, "be nicer." 

When Satoru doesn't respond, Suguru is quick to retaliate. You flinch when he grabs Satoru's hair, yanking him away from your chest. Satoru whimpers. 

"'Can't help it—fuck, so fucking good." His voice is high and needy, juxtapositioning the crude way he's fucking himself into you, the way he's hiking a leg over his hip, driving himself even deeper inside your cunt. He starts drawing quick messy circles around your swollen clit. 

The angle proves to be enough to push you over the edge. You seize around his cock, spamming around him. Despite the harsh grip Suguru has on him, Satoru is quick to follow. He grits his teeth before something hot and horrible fills you. 

You stay like that, heaving in deep breaths. Satoru's breathing is labored too. He laughs, it sounds exhausted. You're helpless to do anything but comply when he grabs your chin to kiss you. It's messy, but not as rough as it was earlier. You're too exhausted to hate it. 

His cock slips out of you. His cum slips out, too, running down your thighs. You should be worried about it staining the carpet, but you're too out of it to think of anything. Suguru brushes Satoru's hair, looking satisfied. When Satoru has his fill of your lips, he pulls away. You catch his eyes. There's no unsatiable lust within them. Just warmth, as well as another emotion that makes you want to hurl. 

But it's over. It's finally over. It's the only part that keeps you from breaking apart. They'll leave. Leave you to cry in a corner while you pick up the pieces that were once you. 

Satoru tucks himself back in his pants. Suguru exhales in contentedness before he, too, rises from the couch. You wait for them to leave. 

They don't leave. 

With horrible gentleness, Suguru picks you up, corralling you into his chest. You whine when he moves your body, but you don't do much else. You can't. 

They share a laugh at your expense before he's carrying your broken, naked body up to the bedroom. It parallels the times when you were too tired to walk to the bedroom yourself. When Suguru was just a man you thought you could love. When you felt safe in his arms. 

Now you feel nothing but cold, despite how warm his hands are. 

He deposits you in the bed. Satoru comes up behind him, pulling an oversized shirt over your head. Their hands are uninterested in your body, working in tandem. 

The don't leave. 

You feel dirty and sticky. You're aching all over. You want to do nothing more but curl up in the hot shower and cry. They prevent that luxury from you too. The bed isn't big enough for all three of you, but they manage regardless. Satoru curls around you, sliding a hand across your back, bringing your face into your chest. You can feel Suguru settle in behind you, draping his hand across your waist. 

Someone kisses your temple. Someone yawns. 

They don't leave. 

You don't want to sleep. You feel like if you do you might not ever wake up from this nightmare. But your eyes are getting heavy, and for even a couple hours, you want to escape from thinking and hurting. 

"Isn't this nice?" Suguru says from behind, burying his face into your hair, he inhales deeply. 

"It'll always be like this from now on." He sounded relieved. Satoru hums in agreement. 

"All for you, baby," Satoru promises again, curling his hands tighter, "We're all for you."

Your heart drops to your stomach. 

That's what you were afraid of. 

[sitepathos]

From Gold to Mold

Chapter 6: The Return

A/N: Did this chapter during a slow day in class. Enjoy this mini chapter!

You tried to keep your promise to Alfred about taking regular breaks to stop for food and sleep, but the Megamycete gives you unlimited energy, reducing your need for food and rest and allowing you to focus only driving as much as you can before night because Alfred is no doubt keeping track of when you tell him you’re stopping and resuming your journey.

Finally, after forty hours (you wished you could’ve turned into a giant flying creature and carry your car all the way to Goodsprings, but you’d never be able to explain that to Alfred), you pulled into the driveway of your childhood home and you feel tears swelling up in the corners of your eyes.

(Your feelings for this home are quite profound,) it remarks as you make your way up the driveway. (May we ask a favor?)

“Yeah, of course?”

(Allow us to establish a root system around your house. We promise our roots will not damage anything.)

“Can I ask why?”

(You have longed to return to this house for years. We wish to ensure its protection. With a root system, we will be able to watch over your house and keep out undesirables, be they man or pest.)

“Sure,” you chuckle, bending down and touching the lawn and from your finger, a sliver of mold extends from your skin and disappears into the dirt.

(We thank you. Should anything threaten your home, we will intervene.)

“Thanks, buddy,” you chuckle as you walk up to the front door, pulling out the key that the Clark County Probate Office sent you after you turned eighteen.

As you insert the key into the keyhole, you realize that you’re holding your breath. You’ve dreamed on this moment for years and now that it’s here, you’re worried that the home you’ve wanted to return to won’t bring you the joy you thought it would.

(Do not let your fears stand in your way. This home contains memories of a time of your life that you cherish. You will also be able to walk through the halls of this house without fear. Within these four walls, you will create a new life that will bring you happiness.)

You’re thankful for accepting the Megamycete into your body. Not only has it given you powers and abilities that you could never dream of, but it’s provided you comfort and companionship. It’s been very helpful to have your own Jiminy Chricket, whispering guidance and help from your shoulder.

With that, you turn the key and push the door open, stepping into the small foyer. Sure, the house has that type of smell that says it’s been empty for years and it’s pitch black since the curtains are drawn, but you’re overwhelmed by so many memories all at once. You and your Momma chasing each other down the hall in a game of tag, you sprawled out on the couch in the adjacent living room to watch the latest episode of one of your favorite cartoons, and so many others.

As you make your way through the house and notice every piece of furniture is covered in white sheets, protecting them from being covered in dust. Probably Sheriff Foley, he was the last one here the day your left and from what you remember of the distinguished sheriff, he’d do everything in his power to preserve the house and make sure nothing happened to it.

Finally, you pass throgh the dining room attached to the kitchen, walk down the small hallway and stop at the door on the left.

“Momma’s study,” you say, looking at the door before you.

(A room she spent most of her time. Many hours spent at her desk, working on her books. And you would stay in here to watch her.)

You open the door to see her bookshelves, desk, and chair covered in white tarps and the curtains drawn just like the rest of the house. You walk over to the other side of the desk, pull the tarp off the chair, and plop down on it.

“Feels just like I remember it,” you say, spinning around in it.

(What will you do with this room? Will you keep it as a study, or repurpose it?)

“I can turn it into my own study. With all that money Lex gave me for Bruce’s secrets? I can buy one hell of a PC that’ll be perfect for making games.”

After the study, you head upstairs, which has your old room, your Momma’s room, an upstairs bathroom, and a bedroom she had turned into a storage room. Your old room’s empty since you took most of your belongings when you moved to Gotham, the only things left are a bed that you’ve long since outgrown and a small dresser, so you decide otherwise set up in your Momma’s old room, which has a large bed that’s been covered in a tarp for years, a large dresser perfect for your clothes, and a sizable private bathroom.

(This house seems perfect for your purposes. And your mood has definitely improved since arriving.)

“Yeah, we have the house all to ourselves and there’s no Waynes in sight. This is definitely better than Wayne Manor.” You look around at the dark room and sigh. “We have a lot of work to do.”

And you did. For a week, you worked tirelessly to get the house livable, making calls to utility companies to get power, water, and gas turned back on, airing out the house, taking down the tarps and making everything look presentable, and clearing out your Momma’s belongings. You kept as much of you could, like her books, movies, jewelry, and everything else in between, but her clothes were boxed up and donated, along with appliances that date back to the early 2000s.

You had a lot of shopping to do, replacing the old appliances you donated, groceries for the new refrigerator, and a new mattress for your new room since the thought of sleeping on a decade old mattress made you itch all over. If you could’ve, you would’ve done all the shopping online, but you didn’t want to risk attracting attention to your finances with so many large purchases, so going to stores and paying with cash was your only option.

The best part of all this was converting your old bedroom into your gamer cave, full of your Pokémon plushies, toys, and posters, LED strips lining the corners of the room, and a giant desk and a top-of-the-line gaming PC. As much as you loved your trusty laptop, this PC makes it look like a relic from over a hundred years ago, and you can now play more modern games without any kind of lag. You’re really looking forward to future video game sessions.

After your gamer cave came your office. You boxed up your Momma’s old books and placed them in the storage room, replacing them with a few art books and game guides and bought another top-of-the-line PC full of digital art and video game creation software and placed it on the desk. You also found a fancy pen stand and placed your Momma’s pen on it, retuning the pen to its proper place. Plus, it can give you inspiration while you work.

Thankfully, the Megamycete made this undertaking easier, giving you stamina and energy that allowed you to work for hours on end without getting tired and allowing you to summon tendrils so you can do something upstairs while your body’s downstairs.

“Finally,” you sigh, plopping down on the living room couch after finishing the second coat of paint in the living room. “We’re done.”

(You have turned this house into a place anyone would kill to live in. You should be proud.)

“You helped. Getting this place into shape would’ve a few weeks, probably a month.”

(What is your next course of action?)

“Right now? Rest. Tomorrow? Time to get back to work.”

(That is right, your game. With your new tools, you should create a masterpiece worthy of you in no time.)

“Glad to know you think so highly of me, bud,” you chuckle.

That’s when you hear your phone go off, indicating you have a text. You take the device off the table, which had been playing your playlist of video game soundtracks, and see a message from Alfred.

Alfred: I hope your first week back in Goodsprings and that you’re taking proper care of yourself. I was thinking about you earlier today and decided to make my chocolate chip cookies.

The text is accompanied by a picture of said cookies and you instantly start salivating at the sight of the baked goods.

(Yes, the butler’s treats were very palatable to you.)

That’s a gross understatement.when it comes to any form of cooking, especially baking, the man is a god, able to conjure up food that would bring tears to anyone’s eye. While you’re ecstatic to be back home and away from the Waynes, you miss the man and his cooking. Now, you have to make do with either what little restaurants Goodsprings has or try your hand at cooking your own meals. And while there are many in the Megamycete’s records that were good in the kitchen, none of them held a candle to Alfred.

Me: Looks delicious! Making me drool up a river in my living room.

Alfred: I certainly hope that’s a joke. A young man as respectable as you should never be caught doing something as disgraceful as drooling.

You laugh at the text. Bless him, the poor man really thinks of you as a member of the “prim and proper” Wayne Family instead of the product of a one-night stand. When you first moved in, he tried to teach you all the ways of high society, but none of it ever took. You are who you are and nothing’s going to change that.

Alfred: Is it too early to ask when I can expect a visit from you?

You feel your heart drop a bit. You miss Alfred and would do anything to see him again, but you promised yourself that when you left Gotham, you’d never step foot in that hellhole again. And you know the man’s been trying to get the Waynes to get their shit together and remember the third child brought to live with him, but you hate all of them more than anything and if you never saw them again, it would be too soon.

Of course, you can’t tell him that. It would break his heart and make him feel guilty for not doing more. So, instead, you say:

Me: Sorry, I’m still getting things cleaned up around here and I’m trying to get my game working. Don’t know when I’ll be able to.

Alfred: I understand, my boy. I just ask that you try to carve out a little time to come back to Gotham and visit home when things calm down.

Home and Gotham definitely do not belong in the same sentence. Not for you, at least. Nevertheless:

Me: I promise!

Of course, you have no intention of going back there. You miss Alfred, but that city isn’t a place where good people end up. You were dragged there against your will and if it wasn’t for that drunk driver, you never would’ve lost the best years of your life to it and the Waynes. No matter what, you will never step foot in Gotham again.

You’d rather die.

[lewisvinga]

margaret | alex albon x fem! reader

summary; moments when alex knows that y/n is the one for him. when he knows that he will spend the rest of his life with her.

warnings; suggestive comment n that’s all i think 🥸

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

word count; 1.1k

note; WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. slight crazy rich asians reference lol

‘born to die’ series masterlist.

masterlist !

“Y/n, you don’t need to-“

“Shut up, Alex. You are not getting up without help.” Y/n huffed when she saw Alex trying to get up from the couch. It was only a few days after he had gotten his appendix removed and she swore to take care of him. That meant she would listen to everything the doctor said despite her boyfriend’s protest.

The Thai driver lets out a deep sigh at his girlfriend's determination. Their relationship was fairly new. They have only been together for a few months before getting appendicitis. The way Y/n cared for him made it seem like they’d been married for years.

“Don’t sigh at me like that. It took you five minutes to walk down the hallway!” She exclaimed, fluffing the pillows around him and making sure he was comfortable.

He completely understood her worry. He had a bad reaction to the anesthesia. He had to be put into an induced coma due to respiratory issues. Although the doctors and nurses had said he was fine and clear to start regular recovery, she still worried for him.

While Y/n was preparing a soup that his mother gave her the recipe for, Alex was stuck in his thoughts. He never had a girl care for him so much as Y/n did.

She made sure he was always comfortable. She had reminders on her phone to give him his medicine. She prepared every meal for him and helped him simply move around the house. She made sure to keep his favorite shows and movies playing to make sure he wasn’t getting bored. And even in between classes and studying, she was by his side.

He remembered asking his mom once years ago how he would know if he found the one. She just told him that when he knows, he’ll know.

Alex knew he had only been in a relationship with Y/n for a few months. However, seeing her making his childhood favorite soup just for him and taking care of him was enough for him to know.

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“Alex, your tie is all messed up.” Y/n huffs when she notices his navy blue tie wasn’t even tied properly as they were leaving their hotel room.

“I think it’s a look,” Alex said with a proud smile but she playfully rolled her eyes in response.

“Not for Carmen and George’s wedding.” She sighs, walking up to him. “Although I much rather prefer you without this.” She added with a smile as she gestured to his blue suit. Her comment made him let out a loud laugh while she fixed his tie for him.

“And I prefer you without this,” Alex said with a smile, his hands finding her waist as he glanced over the strapless silk baby-pink dress she wore. Carmen requested that her bridesmaids wear pink, and that made the Thai driver let out a shout of excitement. He just couldn’t resist Y/n in baby pink.

“You look amazing though, my love.” He leaned down to whisper in her ear once she finished fixing his tie. She gently grasps his navy blue suit and stands on her tiptoes, pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.

“C’mon, pretty boy. We got a wedding to be in.”

Just an hour and a half later, they were both lined up at the altar. Y/n was on Carmen’s side along with the other bridesmaids and Alex was on George’s side with the groomsmen, including Lando.

It was already time for the exchanging of the rings and the Thai driver couldn’t keep his eyes off his girlfriend of two years. Something about her was making her glow. The pink dress paired with her blown-out hair and her soft sparkly makeup made him not even be able to move his eyes.

He had a lovesick smile as he saw George slip the ring onto Carmen’s finger from the corner of his eye. Y/n’s eyes met his and she wore a smile. I love you he subtly mouthed to her.

Her smile grew wider as she mouthed back I love you. Neither realized that the couple already exchanged their rings and just had their first kiss. Everyone around them erupted into cheers as they kept their eyes on each other.

Alex made sure to make a mental note to ask George to go ring shopping with him once the Mercedes driver was back from his honeymoon.

Because Alex knows. He knows that Y/n is the one.

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“Okay, don’t be mad at me,” Y/n said as she held her hands up, walking into their shared home with shopping bags hanging off her arms.

Alex let out a noise shocked noise as he recognized the designer brands. “Y/n, what did you do?”

“I couldn’t help myself!” She exclaims, rushing over to sit beside him on the couch. “Look at what I got from Goyard though.” She continues as she grabs the dark green bag.

“Y/n-“

“Alex!” She interrupted him as she pulled out the Chien Gris bag in a burgundy color. “It’s for our baby.” She gestures to the grey Bengal kitten sleeping on his lap. She pulled out a matching collar.

“It’ll look so cute on her, babe. Imagine me running errands with her in my bag with a matching collar!”

Alex stares at Y/n in disbelief as she tries to justify her impulsive purchase. She wore a pout on her lips as she held up the bag and collar in her hand. “Think about it, Albon. Think!”

They stared at each other for another minute before he finally gave in. “Okay, I’ll admit it. It would be really cute.” He said with a smile. “Now show me what else you got, pretty girl.”

Alex’s words sparked excitement in Y/n as she moved to sit on the carpeted floor with her bags surrounding her. He wore the same lovesick grin as he watched her show him her new purchases, including a matching bracelet for the both of them.

His mind wandered off to the small black box hidden deep in his gym bag, the one place he knew she would never search in. Inside it, there was a diamond ring that George helped him pick out. The Mercedes driver and his wife are preparing for the proposal when the couple goes out for a date later that night.

He was hours away from proposing and instead of being nervous, he was watching his future wife unbox her new pink Miu Miu bag.

Alex’s mother was right because when he knows, he knows, and he definitely knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Y/n.

[sqquidzz]

If the Hashira Adopted a Child with You

Hashiras x fem!y/n

Summary: How would the Hashira feel about adopting a child and the process of raising them together and living life. Includes Rengoku, Sanemi, Gyomei, and Obanai.

Tags: Fluff, Insecurities, Brief Mentions of Past Trauma, Married!Y/n, Some Angst, Crying, Arguments, Major Character Death, Grieving, Sadness and Fluff with Bittersweet Endings, Mentions of Blood and Gore, Injury, !Spoilers for Demon Slayer Manga!, etc.

A/N: Hello lovelies!!! I'm so sorry I haven't been posting content. I was dealing with a few family issues and wasn't able to get to writing. Thankfully, the issues have been resolved, however, I never got back to writing because I almost forgot about this account! I hope you guys will enjoy this fic! This fic idea was courtesy of @rupkatha-banerjee!

Rengoku:

When you first mention the idea of adopting a child, Rengoku immediately agrees that it is a great idea with his signature smile

You have been hesitant to ask him if adopting a child is okay because you are aware of his family's traditions of how as the woman holds the child in her womb, she must stare at a fire to bring the bright colour of flames to the child's hair

The nest day, Remgoku insists to take you to an orphanage that he had come across during patrol the night before

You both take a wagon into the city, and soon you come across the orphanage that Rengoku mentioned

You walk in and are immediately greeted by the sight of children running around everywhere, and the owner comes over to greet you

You spend some time talking and playing with the children, but you notice a small boy sitting in the corner of the main room alone

You come over to him and greet him, but he says nothing, staring at you behind his blonde bangs with dead orange eyes

You realize that the boy's eyes and hair distinctly remind you of Rengoku, and feeling empathy for the boy who seems to be unable to get over the fact that his family was gone, you decide to adopt him

At first, it was very hard

The boy would not say one word to you or Rengoku, sitting in the corner of the bedroom, simply staring into nothingness

But that didn't stop you, and you say by him every day talking to him about your life and Rengoku and all the other Hashira

You would especially tell him about Tanjiro's adventures with Zenitsu and Inosuke, laughing to yourself as you recount the hilarious events (you got to know these things thanks to Rengoku)

Soon enough, the boy, who you decided to name Yuki, warmed up to both you and Rengoku, and was talking non stop with both of you, playing outside and helping around the house

You spent as much time with him as you could, teaching him basic skills and educating him

He got to meet all the Hashira and met the infamous trio as well as Nezuko, who he surprisingly warmed up to the most

However, when you got the news that Rengoku had passed on during a mission, you and Yuki we're devastated

Yuki shut down completely, not speaking to anyone, leaving you back at step one

Seeing the state of your son, you cried and cried tears that were bottled up ever since your childhood

Through your sobs and wails, you could see your son moving towards you

You realize he was embracing you, and from that day, you both promised to save each other and never leave each other, no matter the cost

You continued to raise Yuki, watching him as he followed his father's footsteps to become the new Flame Hashira

You were concerned that he would one day not come back, but you had faith in him

One fateful day, your time had come to an end

You had successfully lived to old age and passed on peacefully with your son by your side, as he kept his promise to never leave you, ever

Sanemi:

When you first proposed to adopt a child, Sanemi was afraid

He was scared that he was not cut out to be a parent due to his severe anger issues and aggressive nature, especially after thinking about what happened with Genya

Obviously, Sanemi being Sanemi, he lashed out at you, asking: "Why the fuck would we need to adopt a kid!? Stop being fucking stupid!"

Instead of bursting into tears and running away like he thought you would, you hugged him from behind and said with a smile: "You'll be an amazing father, trust me."

By the time Sanemi turns around, there are tears in his eyes, and he silently cried into your shoulder with you rubbing comforting circles into his back

The next day, you two both go to the orphanage in the city in hopes of adopting a child

As you enter, you immediately get along with the kids, playing and talking with them as Sanemi sticks to one corner

However, a little boy about 7 years old comes up to Sanemi and asks in a harsh tone "What do you think you're doing oldie?!"

Sanemi being Sanemi again, he retorts back yo the kid, and before you can stop them, they are both having a screaming match

You realize in that moment that this not is the right one for your Sanemi

He was able to match Sanemi's temper, and he seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as you could see that Sanemi was

You decide to take him home, and while the owner tried to warn you, you simply tell her that he's the right one

However, the nest few days in the house were chaos, to say the least

The house was never quiet, with yelling and screaming bouncing off the walls so often that you were temped to get earplugs, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

The boy you adopted, who you named Sake, seemed harsh on the outside, but was a real sweetheart on the inside, just like your Sanemi

However, it took just one sentence to ruin this to what seemed like beyond repair

The normal arguments were going on between Sanemi and Sake, but it seemed to be more serious this time

Before you could intervene, Sanemi, out of a fit of rage, yelled, "Just because we adopted you from that orphanage doesn't mean that we won't dump you back there!"

The silence hung like a blanket that was too heavy, suffocating everyone under the weight

Tears rolled down Sale's face as he looked to Sanemi in shock, betrayal and hurt shining in his eyes

You watched as Sake's eyes dulled so much that his eyes almost looked black, void of emotion, and his tears dry up instantly

You recognise the look on his face

That was the look you had on your face when you were abandoned by your family, a defense reflex for when you knew that if you were to cry, things would just become even worse

"Sake....?" You called to him, but he doesn't seem to see you

Before you or Sanemi can do anything, you hear something come from his mouth, too quiet to be heard the first time, but then you realize what he is saying

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry...."

You feel like bursting into tears upon hearing this, and you go to hug your son

You got a glimpse of Sanemi's face, who was equally as shocked, not only by his words, but the reaction that he got due to them

Sanemi managed to snap out of it, and immediately came to join your hug, apologising for what he said, trying to reassure him that they wouldn't abandon him and telling Sake to not apologize for what Sanemi had done

At these words, Sake broke, sobbing into you and Sanemi, wailing so loudly that your's and Sanemi's hearts broke

After what seemed like forever, Sake had fallen asleep, exhausted by all the crying

As you tucked him in, Sanemi sat in the kitchen, a look of hopelessness on his face

"I told you I'm not cut out to be a father," Sanemi's voice echoed in the startlingly quiet house

"Mistakes happen, but it is up to us to fix them," you simply reply as you both watch the sunset, too filled with sorrow to say any more words than those

The next day, you wake to find Sake not in bed

This frightens you, and you rush out of your room in search of him, only to find him sitting outside, plucking the grass

You remember one memory where Sake and Sanemi were fighting about pulling the grass, and they both ended up pulling grass from the ground and throwing it at each other

They both got an earful from you, but you could see them grinning at each other like idiots

That memory made you smile, but your smile faded when you saw the dull look in your son's eyes

You don't even realize it, but Sanemi walks towards Sake from behind you and kneels infront of him, looking him straight in the eye

"No matter what I or you say or do, I will never abandon you like I was abandoned, never," Sanemi whispered as he looks at Sake for any sign of acknowledgement

After a few agonizing minutes, Sake's head slowly rises, and you can see tears glinting in his eyes

"You mean it?" he asks, and you know he's trying to stop his tears

"Yes, both of us do," Sanemi promises, and you give Sake a smile when he looks to you

Another minute passes by, and your concern slowly grows, before the tears in Sake's eyes overflow and he's jumping into Sanemi's arms, wailing loudly again, but this time in relief

You join their hug and tears of your own are shed, and you all sit there together on the grass, sobing and comforting each other, knowing that this quite promise to be together always was made

After that day, everything goes back to normal, and you witness as your son grows up to become a Demon Slayer alongside his father, creating a new breathing technique based on Wind Breathing and rising the ranks

As the final battle comes and goes, you find yourself at Sanemi's side as he quickly approaches his demise due to the Demon Slayer Mark

You and Sake hold both his hands as he takes his last breath, never leaving his side until the very end

Despite your Sanemi being gone, you try your best to live and enjoy life

You visit the Kamados and Zenitsu, Insokue, Kanao, and Genya with Sake, and you help take care of them with the occasional visits from Urokodaki and Tengen Uzui

As the days go by, you soon find yourself lying on your bed, drawing your final breaths with Sake at your side

You can tell he is trying to hold back his tears, but they flow anyway, and you brush them away with your boney, frail hands

You lips barely mouth the words I love you before your last breath falls from your lips and you pass on peacefully of old age with Sake at your side, and you know he will stay at your side, always

Gyomei:

When you tell Gyomei that you would like to adopt a child, tears stream down Gyomei's cheeks

You were afraid you made him cry out of sadness, but he reassures you that he cries tears of joy

Out of excitement, you drag Gyomei with you to the city is hopes of finding a child in the main orphanage of the city

However, before you arrived, you caught a glimpse of a little girl in an alley dressed in rags, desperately feeding a ghastly thin cat a small piece of meat

You approach her from behind and tap her arm

She immediately flinches away from the touch, looking up at you with frightened eyes

Gyomei slowly follows, and seeing his holding form, the girl crawls back helplessly, tears starting to stream down her dirt ridden cheeks

Gyomei simply sits down infront of the girl and holds out his large but surprisingly welcoming hand

The girl takes his hand hesitantly, and finds that ur is warm, though hard to the touch, is pleasantly comforting

It seems that exhaustion took her over as she slumps into his hand, her head resting on the hand that lays on Gyomei's warm palm

The cat she was feeding also goes to brush up against his hand and curls next to it contently

You knew from the moment you must take her and the cat in as your children

The first few days was filled with a lot of cleaning

The girl, who you decided to name her Sayo at Gyomei's request, was frightened at first by the unfamiliar environment, but soon warmed up to getting in the bath as Gyomei guided her

To give her privacy, he stepped out as you washed her, and you got to know how she ended up on the streets

You reassure her that you and Gyomei will take care of her, and that her cat is also safe, as Gyomei was washing him outside in the garden

She told you the cat's name was Cookie, because she loved cookies but could never have them often because they were too expensive

As you walk out of the shower with her, you find Gyomei on the porch feeding Cookie some meat from your and his kitchen

Sayo walked over to Gyomei and sat next to him with no fear, touching him lightly as if she didn't want to scare him since he was blind

Gyomei smiled slightly, and both Sayo and Gyomei sat together petting Cookie, as you watched them bond silently with only the setting sun as their witness

As the years went by, Sayo got more used to you and Gyomei

She met all the Hashira, the Kamados and Tanjiro's crew, as well as Master Kagaya and those at the butterfly estate

She especially got along with Kanao, with both of them being soft spoken and their similar pasts

As Sayo grew, she helped out at the butterfly estate, especially as the Demon Slayers prepared for the final battle, helping develop the Anti-Kibutsuji drug

Once the battle was over, news had reached both you and Sayo that Gyomei had passed on fighting valiantly against Muzan Kibutsuji and the Uppermoons

You and Sayo were devastated, but despite that, you both decided to live on to keep Gyomei's memory alive in your hearts, knowing that he was not really gone, but he was resting in both your hearts, eternally

Obanai:

When you finally brought up the suggestion to adopt a child, Obanai almost spit out his tea

Obanai couldn't help but think of all the things that could go wrong if he were to become a father

The one thing he couldn't get over was the fact that any kid would probably be too scared to even look at him because of his scar

Obanai obviously didn't say anything to you, but you could see the inner turmoil he was going through on his face

"Relax, Obanai! I know you'll do great as a father!" you gave him your signature smile and Obanai knew that he couldn't say otherwise

It took a few days to convince Obanai to actually come with you to the orphanage, for Obanai was afraid that, with so many kids around, the bandages around his scar would be pulled down accidentally, leaving the monstrous thing out in the open for prying eyes

Instead of shutting Obanai down, you let him voice all his concerns at once, knowing that Obanai would like to be able to voice his concerns before you look for a solution

"It's not possible to say that those things won't happen, but you just have to trust me," you smile as you run your fingers through Obanai's straight, jet-black hair

Obanai had said nothing after, simply watching the moon shine it's pale light over the both of you, the only witness to this affectionate moment

The nest day, Obanai wakes you early and says, "Come, Y/n. If we want to go to the orphanage, we better leave before traffic picks up."

At Obanai's words, you immediately brighten up, reading Obanai about how he was the one waking you up to go to the orphanage

After you hassle around the house trying to get ready, you and Obanai share breakfast that he made for both of you and you head out to the city soon enough

As you enter the orphanage, you experience a sense if nostalgia, for you remember the time you spent in the orphanage as a child before being thrown out because of shortages in supplies

Obanai sulks behind you, giving a nasty glare to whoever tries to come up and talk to him

However, one child comes and tugs on Obanai's haori lightly

Before Obanai can turn and tell the kid to "fuck off", he notices the bandages around one of her eyes

Quietly, he could hear her say, "You have bandages just like me."

Obanai's eyes widen slightly, and he brushes his bandages unconsciously with his hand

The girl simply stares at him, not saying anything more as the awkward silence continues

Unknowingly to Obanai, you have been watching this interaction, and you tell the owner of the orphanage that you'll take her in

As you, Obanai, and the little girl all take a cart back to your home, you see from the corner of your eye that the little girl is leaning against Obanai, probably sleeping, and Obanai is simply sitting there, watching the sunset

You knew you had a feeling that this child was right for you and your Obanai

It was the middle of the night when you realized the little girl you adopted was not in bed

You immidiately started to panic, startling Obanai awake as you run around the house trying to find her

You end up finding her outside, staring at the moon, her bandaged eye now uncovered, revealing the gruesome scar that hid beneath

You were unsure of how to approach the little girl, who seemed so lost as she simply stared at the moon, however, Obanai walked over from where he was standing behind you, taking a seat next to the girl

You realized that his mouth was not covered with bandages as it usually was, displaying his equally large scar that ran from the corners of his mouth

The girl looked over to Obanai, eyes wandering over his face curiously, before stopping at his scar

She reached out, tracing the scarred over tissue around his mouth, her mouth agape in what you thought was surprise or awe

After exploring Obanai's face, tears pooled in her eyes and ran down her pale cheeks, and she whispered, "You look like me."

You smile as Obanai agrees with the little girl, taking her hands in his and holding them against his scar

"No matter who tells you you're ugly because of your scar, or if you think your own scar is ugly, remember that you are not the only one suffering. You can always come to me," Obanai said sweetly as he lets go of her hands, though her hands stay on his face

The night grows deep as the little girl continued to shed tears hidden behind a wrapped face, the moon as witness to this moment as feelings are shared for the first time

As years go by, yours and Obanai's daughter, who you named Rin, became a Demon Slayer alongside you and her father

She made many friends on the way, meeting Tanjiro and Nezuko, as well as the rest of their friends and the Hashira and those who worked at the Butterfly Estate

She got along very well with Genya, though he was too shy to speak to her at first, and they shared everything with each other and bonded due to the face that they both have a scar running across their faces

You couldn't help but smile as you saw your daughter laughing along with Kanao as Tanjiro and Zenitsu were chased by Inosuke

Everything felt perfect... until the final battle

As a Demon Slayer yourself, you were present during the fight against Muzan Kibutsuji, trying to defend your comrades as best you could while keeping an eye on Obanai

However, you must have been engrossed in the battle, for by the time Muzan was ended, Obanai was lying on the ground, almost lifeless, with lacerations running across is face and multiple wounds that were bleeding profously

You hold him in his finaly moments, pressing a slight kiss to his forehead as Rin joins you, holding his hand and shedding tears that streamed endlessly down her blood-stained cheeks

Obanai simply whispers the words, "I love you" before the grip on Rin's hand grows slack

Your own tears fall as you and Rin silently grieve the loss of a father and a husband

But the battle wasn't over yet

Muzan has passed down his blood to Tanjiro, causing him to become the Demon King, and drawing out the battle further as the sun still rose, not fazing the new Demon King in the least

You and Rin struggled to fight due to the injuries you both sustained, but you both managed to buy enought time for Kanao to bring Tanjiro back

As everyone embraced in joy as Tanjiro became human again, you and Rin cried silently to the side, still grieving the hole that your family now has

After the final battle, you try to enjoy the days that you have left

You were one of the rare Demon Slayers to have unlocked your Demon Slayer Mark, causing your demise to come rapidly as you reached the age of 25

Your daughter sits at your bedside as you struggle to keep breathing

You know Rin is struggling to hold in her tears, and you caress her scar, giving her a loving look before the light dulled from your eyes and your arm dropped lifelessly

As you reach the light, you can see a faint silhouette of a man, holding his hand out to you

You know it is Obanai as you reach out to take his hand and wrap him in your embrace, both reunited once again

Back down on Earth, Rin's tears fall from her eyes, but she is smiling, knowing that you were finally reunited with your one true love

[wlwprker]

please don’t leave s.r. x gn! reader [1]

a/n: im a sucker for hurt/comfort i fear; wrote this with s3-4 & migraine reid in mind but you can choose whichever one you prefer! (this got super long so i’m going to make this into parts!)

warnings: minimal proofreading, some swearing, brief descriptions of basic criminal minds violence (cases and whatnot), mentions of blood

wc: 1,374

you and the team were tirelessly hunting down an unsub before he hurt any more women. the unsub was going after single women in their mid-30s or 40s who were in higher-stakes jobs such as congresswoman, lawyer, doctor, etc.

the unsub felt these women should stay at home and be housewives instead of being out in authority like jobs. the unsub’s mother was the same way, and he never had a proper childhood. he longed for a better relationship with his mother, so he stripped children’s mothers away from them.

time was running out, and everybody was running on little to no sleep, working on every detail to not miss a single thing. after many hours of looking into every victim, every connection, and every location, you finally found him. everyone raced against the clock, finally got his location, and were able to rescue three girls. you felt a tiny sense of relief at this fact; it helps to know you could still save people.

you knew this unsub’s type, and while you knew that you didn’t meet the criteria, there was no telling what he’d do to get his way.

“stay with me, okay?” spencer ordered in a soft tone. he was just being a good team member, and while you both knew that you could hold your own,.

this killer. he was erratic and aggressive.

you knew that spencer would give you a lecture if he knew that you ignored his orders, but that was the least of your worries.

you rounded a corner with your gun held out in front of you, and you took in every corner on high alert. you peeked inside a room, checking your surroundings before entering. the lights were off, and of course the light switch was not working.

you turned your flashlight on, and you had your back turned for not even half a second.

as soon as you turned around, the unsub attempted to throw you across the room, but you caught his wrist in a forceful grip.

“you don’t need to do this. this ends now," you said in a firm voice, but the unsub did not listen. you tried to get him to back down, but he wasn’t listening. you kept your gun raised, but you could not see where he went.

“you’re not my type, but I’ll take my chances, the unsub said, and you started to turn around, but before you could react, he had raised a crowbar and hit you in the head, and you had collapsed to the floor. you were dizzy, and your vision was blurry as you attempted to stand up.

the sound of a thud had alerted the entire team, and everyone was on extra-high alert, thoroughly checking every corner of the house and looking for the source.

“spencer, where did they go?” emily whispered, noticing they were down an agent. spencer’s heart dropped to the floor; he must have turned around when you slipped away from him.

“son of a bitch! i told them to stay with me,” spencer mumbled to himself.

spencer took a deep breath to calm himself down as the two of them searched the house. spencer froze in place when he walked into a pitch-black room and saw you lying on the floor. he was internally panicking.

“can you hear me?” spencer asked, and you were slipping in and out; everything around you was blurring, and everyone talking to you sounded like they were millions of miles away.

after a while, you could no longer hear or see anything; you were knocked out. spencer took a shaky breath as he placed two fingers on the side of your neck and sighed in relief when he found a pulse.

“we need a medic!” emily yelled into her walkie-talkie. spencer was freaking out, wondering what he could have done to prevent this.

“hey, it’s not your fault; you know that, right?” jj said as she watched spencer internally cursing himself.

“i turned around for barely a second, and they just...” spencer trailed off, and jj led him out of the house as they had successfully located the unsub and arrested him.

after a painful silence, the medics arrived and took you out on a gurney. the side of your head was bleeding, and you were not waking up.

“go, I’ll tell hotch; he’ll understand, emily said as she watched spencer look at you with a pained look on his face. he silently nodded and stayed with the medics as they took you to the hospital.

the ride to the hospital was a deadly silence; he longed for your voice, even one of your silly jokes, anything.

once you got to the hospital, despite his best efforts, spencer was sent to the waiting room. as he waited for the verdict, he was bouncing his knees constantly, his mind racing with millions of possibilities.

he hated waiting. not knowing if you were okay drove him crazy; he wanted to scream.

the doctor came out, and spencer stood up fast. he listened intently, and a sigh of relief washed over him as the doctor told him that you were going to be okay.

“am I able to see them?” spencer asked anxiously, and the doctor nodded. “yes, they need lots of rest, but you can go visit.” the doctor smiled as they walked to your room.

his heart ached when he saw you lying on a bed with a bandage on the side of your head and hooked up to a machine, peacefully sleeping.

he was so glad you’re okay.

spencer took a seat and watched you cautiously; he didn’t want to disturb you.

you slowly opened your eyes, saw spencer, and smiled lightly.

“hey spence, did you guys catch him?” you asked faintly. spencer’s heart twisted in agony at the sound of your voice.

“we did, but you need your rest. i just wanted to see how you were doing.”

you smiled and tried to sit up, but spencer stopped you with a warning look in his eyes.

“don’t move; you need to rest.”

“i’m fine; it was just a scratch.” you attempted to joke, but it came out weakly.

“you got hit in the head with a crowbar, and you passed out—more than scratch there,” spencer said, sighing.

“the doctor said i could go home within the next few days, maybe sooner,” you said, and spencer didn’t respond; he just held your hand with a sad look on his face.

“hey, i’m okay.”

he cut you off with a deep sigh.

“why did you ignore my orders? i told you to stay with me. damn it, why didn’t you stay? i don’t know what I would have done if” spencer trailed off.

“i’m fine, spencer.”

“no, you’re not; you got hurt!” spencer was frustrated. how could you not see this was killing him?

“but I’m here; i’m going to be...”

“stop talking.”

you looked at him strangely, confused as to why he was so on edge.

“spencer, i’m fine; i don’t know what has you so worked up, but...”

“please stop talking,” he said, rubbing his forehead as he finally looked you in the eyes.

“do you know that 258 people in 100,000 enter a coma each year due to acute brain injury?” spencer stated, frustration evident in his voice. you stared at him, confused.

“what does that have to do with anything?"

“you are lucky that you don’t have a brain injury; you could have been at risk of going into a fucking coma for who knows how long! what i’m saying is, i wish you didn’t go off by yourself because i would never forgive myself if i lost you. do you understand me?” spencer said it in a stern voice, which caught you off guard.

“spencer, i can handle myself just fine, and i’m okay, aren’t I?”

spencer shook his head furiously.

“you’re not listening to me.”

the silence filled the room; it was the loudest silence you’ve ever witnessed.

you tried to speak, but spencer just sighed. “you need rest; i’ll come back tomorrow, okay?”

you just nodded, the conversation still on your mind. why was he so upset? you didn’t have the energy to dwell on it.

“spencer,” you called out.

he turned around with a curious look in his eyes.

“can you stay a little longer?” you asked quietly.

[rcksmith]

Brick by Brick - Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Heyy, I wanted to request a Kaz Brekker x reader fic where y/n is Pekka Rollins' innocent and naive daughter, and she stumbles across Kaz when he breaks into Pekka's house. Kaz tells her to stay quiet and stuff and y/n obviously has no idea who Kaz is, only that he's handsome as fuck and she kinda falls in love with him despite the fact that he's literally robbing her father

Love, anon :3

P.S. I love your writing.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Thank you very much for your kindness and sorry for the delay. I love you. My loves, requests are open and I am banning Kaz's smut request rules. U can ask for anything in the original universe, without being in a UA. I hope you like💕 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Ketterdam was not a good place. It wasn't safe, it wasn't pretty, it wasn't healthy. Every dark corner, every ghostly street, every edge whispering curses, was fulfilled the entire list of unholy sins and harbored monsters as horrible as the harbor rats on the coast. If the soil in that place was cursed, the people were demons.

Pekka Rollin’s knew this like he knew how to count kruger. He was one of those monsters. He taught profanity and stained the ground on which his feet walked with innocent blood. Pekka destroyed homes, hopes, kicked people's dreams and hit each one soul with his staff of damnation.

Each one.

Because of it that he kept his daughter under lock and key from the ugly world, far from that wretched city that he himself helped build the horrors and desolations. Maybe it was out of love, maybe it was out of sensitivity. Or maybe it was because you were the only healthy and intelligent heiress capable of leading his empire one day. You represent too many precious things for him to risk losing control over you. Maybe Pekka would never be able to love anything or anyone other than his own greed.

Whatever it was, he covered your eyes to Ketterdam. He decorated the blood-stained walls with sparkling pink and said to you that the smoke that covered the tops of Ketterdam's houses at night was Aladdin's magical fog, which pointed the way to a cave full of treasures, and not that it was the incinerated bodies of his enemies, nosy people and families who starved to death on their land. Pekka deceived you with pretty tales that the big mansion you lived in was because he would always give you the best, and not that it was bought with money stolen from honest people and that he liked to see in material forms the extent of his capabilities of evil. Like a trophy.

Rollin’s wove the ties around your limbs like a cursed puppet, and pulled your strings according to his unscrupulous interests of greed. For all of Ketterdam, Pekka was a demon of the worst kind. But for you, he was a bearded, loving father who made you see magic and romance in every corner of that city condemned by God.

The worst types of monsters were those who tricked and manipulated their children like pawns in a game of chess. But, again, perhaps Pekka wasn't capable of loving anything other than his own greed.  And, if the price for having an heir who agreed, trusted him for the rest of the life, who would follow in his footsteps and obey all his order, was to make you believe in his goodness, in the beauty of a life with him only to implant wonderful - and illusory -  memories in your childhood, so be it. After all, you were a girl, and in his view, girls were sentimental. So how would you go against him in the future, or not act according to his orders or not run his business as he wanted when he was too old, if you only had memories of him being an excellent and loving father? You will feel so guilty! You would fall under the weight of your own mind's arguments that everything he once did was to protect and give you the best, so your only obligation would be to be a good girl and return the favor by obeying your father's orders.

Loyalty.

Maybe, if you were someone else and this was a different story, you would have realized the hoax at 16 years old. Maybe you would have born with a strong, inquisitive and responsive personality. Maybe you would have developed that spark and fire that wouldn't let you lower your head to any man, that would make you stamp your foot on the ground, lift your chin with petulance and unravel the mysteries of that dark empire alone and take justice into your own hands.

But this was no different story. And you were just you.

You were born with a sweet aura and gentle personality. You liked butterflies and flowers since birth because their color and beauty attracted you and made you smile. Your romantic nature was not only accepted by your father, but encouraged and recharged every day - for his dark game. 

For 19 years you lived in the theatrical farce that Pekka created with monstrous hands, believing and agreeing with every story in your bubble. But the blame can never fall on the shoulders of the pure in heart, who blindly believed in words and stories just because it didn't have a single wave of malice or disbelief in the veins. One should never condemn the soul that was born naturally sweet and destined to be the breath of light that such a terrible world as Ketterdam needed. 

 You believed in love, fairy tales and pure honesty, and that was not a defect. The Herculean guilt should fall on the shoulders of the devil who abused the innocence of a girl for his greedy benefit.

In your perfect world manipulated and distorted by the unscrupulous Pekka, you blossomed like a dazzling lily in the middle of Plato's allegory of The Cave. You acted with honesty, patience and affection towards everyone who crossed your path: employees, cooks, gardeners, bakers, painters, stylists, delivery people, friends of your father.

You were, genuinely, a kind soul. Your interests were related to literature, cooking and painting, your heart vibrated with the sunset, with the first snowflake falling to the ground and how twilight seemed even more stunning in books when they portrayed a couple in love beneath it.

You always saw the poetic, lyrical, angelic side of life, with the eyes of an artist and a passionate soul, smelling mystery and romance in the air when others only smelled wet grass because of the rain.

And being like that was, perhaps, the reason for your downfall.

It was three o'clock in the morning on a Friday the thirteenth. A combination so full of superticities, curses, fears and prague. While some saw that day and time as a condemned and satanic sign, you saw it as something mystical, mysterious and enigmatic. And maybe that was your mistake. Maybe you should be careful about the things you think, the things you wish. Maybe three in the morning on a Friday really was the devil's time. Because as you crossed the hallway of the mansion's library, unable to sleep, you saw him.

Dressed in black like the darkness outside. Skin as white as the moon's glow. Hair personified as a raven's feathers. He seemed to belong to the mysteries and occultism of the world as sin belonged to hell. The huge Victorian window behind illuminated him like an apparition, a mirage, a nightmare…an erotic dream. Or like a demon.

You should have screamed. You should have ran away. You should have done something other than get stuck in that same place, anything other than feeling inside you squirms and something sinks into your belly like warm honey.

His eyes, as blue as the deadly waters of icy Fjerda, were fixed on you with as much intensity as the dangers of Shadow Fold. For a split second, a human emotion passed through those irises; surprise?

An inattentive observer would not have noticed such a tiny sign, but you lived 19 years analyzing every detail of life.

Would a demon have such a mundane emotion?

“Who are you?” Your voice came out like a breath in winter. 

Your concentration should have been on your dad book under that man's arm, but it wasn't.

A single thick, black eyebrow of his was arched, and only there were you able to run your eyes over the details of his appearance.

“Do you always ask questions for thieves?” His voice was like the scratching of sand on a stone, like a withered willow branch brushing against human skin.

That man, in his entirety, seemed to have come out of the dark romance books that you read hidden in your room in the early hours of the morning. You should have focused on the fact that he just called himself a thief, not the way your soul seemed to be shivering because of his voice.

“Or you´re just stupid?” the thief continued.

Kaz never made decisions based on fear. Only in despair. 

His analytical mind rewound every step of the years he spent investigating Pekka Rollin's; every detail, every day, every season, every strand of gray that appeared in Pekka's red hair. Where had Kaz gone wrong? Pekka had no children. And Kaz made no mistakes. Never. But the girl in front of him, too curious for her own good and common sense, had too similar traits to Pekka to be anything other than his daughter.

Desperation hit.

This made EVERYTHING infinitely more Herculaneum. Your existence meant that Pekka had many more secrets than the Kaz discovered in their constant meticulous investigation. You were a loophole, and that meant there could be others. Loopholes that Kaz had no idea about. Kaz Brekker felt naked, even though he was covered from toes to neck. Being without clothes wouldn't have bothered him any more than the damn fact that he hadn't come up with the perfect plan. He failed. And that disturbed him deeply.

Suddenly, that library seemed sneaky and questionable, even though Brekker had studied the layout of the mansion for months.

How the fuck did he didn't have the knowledge about that girl?!

A daughter meant many things. But being caught by his daughter created a LOT of problems. Problems involving Kaz Brekker on a gallows.

Fucking hell.

The Barril's bastard waited for a scream, for an accusation, waited for the guards to be alerted at any moment and…the silence was sepulcher. A silence so solemn that he heard the sound of his own blood running through his veins. None of his muscles relaxed, but the part of his brain that worked in despair was activated.

Or he could kill you. But a body would add an extreme problem and…

‘’Who are you?’’ Your voice was so feminine that for a second Kaz thought he had fallen backwards and landed in a bed of roses.

Which was bullshit. Because he never falls. And he had never touched a rose in his entire life

Were you really talking to the man who was robbing your house?! Where was your instinct?! Your common sense?! Your discernment?! And where, by the damned Saints, were you all these years?

“…you don’t look like a thief’ That voice again. That damn voice that made him think of roses he never touched.

Why didn't you shut up and run away?

“Have you seen enough thieves to know one?” Normally Kaz had higher control, but he couldn't hold back his whip tongue, which seemed somehow wanting to hurt you the same way he was being hurt.

That atypical creature blushed. You blushed! For the love of the saints! Who blushes face to face with imminent danger?! Were you stupid or just terribly naive?! And why did that sweet blush remind him once again of a rose?

Bloody hell, where have you been all these years?! Why didn't anyone tell him about you?!

“No’’ you replied like a little animal being caught biting the sofa “but common thieves wouldn’t have that much intelligence to be able to bypass the security of this entire mansion’’

You had a point. But why were you worried about arguing with a damn thief instead of running away?

“That's yet another reason why you should keep your mouth shut about what you're seeing here.” His voice dropped to deeper, more threatening tones. “Bypass security is not as difficult for me, just like hiding a body''

That should have scared you. It made you scared; but with less than it really should. He was threatening you with death, his voice as cold and hoarse as a grim reaper, his eyes as serious as prophecies of the apocalypse. So why you could only think that this about him was overwhelmingly enthralling?

Maybe it was because there was a lack of excitement in your life, maybe it was because you've read a lot of erotic books about mysterious men entering the towers at night and taking the girl away, or maybe it was because Pekka deprived you of the world so much that he left you unaware of the true gravitas of situations. Whatever it was, there was something that grounded you like the roots of ancient trees, something that made you want to look at that thief more closely. Perhaps you liked the danger... That nameless man represented a large part of all the danger of Ketterdam that was so diligently hidden from you for 19 years. He represented death. But he also represented the new, the mystery, the unknown. And you, romantic by nature, loved the occult and its secrets. That man came from a world of shadows, mists, risks, deaths. Where every night was full of adrenaline and every second was a fight to stay alive. He smelled like the ghostly five a.m. fog that you watched envelop the mansion every winter, that made your heart clench with the feeling that there was so much more to the world than you knew. Very quickly, Kaz - even though you didn't know his name yet - became everything you'd always wanted to know, but had always been deprived of.

Once again, you weren't a different person to know about Pekka's disgusting game, but you were romantic enough to feel your soul begging for adventure. Even if these adventures meant ruin. A downfall.

Did it only take one handsome, mistery man for you to throw all your comfort in life out the window and want to ruin yourself with him? Want to get lost with him? The same stranger who just threatened to kill you? Apparently, yes.

You took a step into the library, and Kaz stood firm on the ground, his blue eyes boring into yours like a shining knife. Brekker thought you were extremely naive. Who knew that damn Pekka Rollin's daughter would be so pure? He would bet the Crow Club on the certainty that, if Pekka saw you now, he would have a heart attack. The monster sure had kept you in a little pink bubble your entire life, given that you seemed to not have a single ounce of survival instinct left in you. And how would you have? You certainly didn't know what pain, loss, hunger, cruelty were. This was comical and irritating to Brekker. You were a daddy's little girl. But it was in these waters of thought that his ship hit one fact: you must be very valuable to Pekka. Because otherwise that idiot wouldn't have made so many efforts to hide you from the entire world. To hide the wrong eyes from you. Eyes like Kaz's.

A shiver ran through Brekker's body; a damn good chill, a note of music he'd been waiting to hear his whole life. Revenge.

Brick by brick.

Oh, how ironic fate was. The boy who lost everything at Pekka's hands, was face to face with what was everything for the man. Like a breaking violin string, you have become the most valuable item in all of Ketterdam to be stolen. The most valuable item for Kaz Brekker.

The corner of his mouth turned up, as if pulled by the devil's rope as he set the book down again. He had something else to take away.

Kaz advanced towards yoou. And suddenly, as fast as lightning that cuts through the darkness, everything in your vision turned black and you fell into the abyss of unconsciousness as something pressed against your nose and mouth.

[hubbvrd]

13 with Adam maybe? Only if you’re comfortable of course <3

Feelings | Adam Fantilli

summary — Adam and y/n have been friends since they were little. Both have had feelings for each other for a while. But what happens when the two suddenly get closer at a sleepover party?

pairing — adam fantilli x reader

words — 2760

notes — thanks for your request. I hope you like it!🧡

Everyone has that one day of the week that they particularly look forward to.

For most people, it's definitely Friday, which marks the end of a hard week at school or work and the weekend at last.

For others, it is Saturday or Sunday, which stands for sleeping in, free time, time for yourself and doing nothing.

Your favorite day of the week was Saturday. Especially those special Saturdays when your best friend Adam wasn't on the ice fighting for the win with the Blue Jackets.

But the Saturdays that were just you and Adam.

These Saturdays didn't come around too often during the year. But when that special Saturday came around again, it meant a sleepover with Adam.

Adam and you grew up together thanks to your mothers, who have been friends for a long time.

Adam is just eleven days older than you, which means the two of you have been more or less inseparable since you were born and have walked almost every step together.

There was hardly a day when you were ever apart in your childhood, because not only were your mothers best friends, but the Fantillis' and the Y/L/N's houses were next door to each other, so you played together in the big garden every day in the summer.

And in winter you spent most of your time in front of the fireplace or on a nearby ice rink playing hockey with Luca Fantilli, Adam's brother, and your little sister Lucy.

"I'll be fine" you mumble as you climb the last few steps, resting your chin with difficulty on the many blankets you're holding in your hands and hoping you don't lose them on the last few meters to your room.

"Is that special sleepover party coming up again tonight?" Out of the corner of your eye, you see your sister waggle her eyebrow as you walk over to your room.

"Yeah, Adam's coming in about an hour," you let her know as you put the blankets down on your desk and then survey the little mess of clothes in your room.

Earlier, you had gone to look for the same two pairs of pyjamas that you and Adam wear every year. They had been so far back in the wardrobe that you had unintentionally created a little clothing chaos.

"Then you're storm-free. I hope you use the time very wisely." With a broad grin, Lucy drops onto your bed.

"Yes, well, by watching a movie, eating some snacks and chatting a bit," you mumble more or less to yourself, but loud enough for Lucy to hear you as you start to carelessly throw all the clothes scattered around your room into the closet.

This wasn't the best idea, but it's the quickest one right now, because you still have a few other things to prepare before Adam will be at the door.

And that's why the closet was at the back of the queue and had to wait until tomorrow for its turn.

"You know exactly what I mean, y/n." A loud sigh can be heard from Lucy's direction as you start to rebuild the cave that Adam and you used to make out of blankets and pillows when you were four years old.

By now you were able to build the cave in your sleep. At the age of 19, some people would probably consider this cave too babyish, but you and Adam still loved this cozy cave so much and it brought back a lot of childhood memories that you like to talk about.

"No, I don't know about that." You carefully start to stretch one of the blankets for the roof and then carefully attach the end to the wall.

"If Adam and you carry on like this, you won't be a couple even when you're pensioners," your sister snorts formally and before you can say anything cheeky back, your mother's voice calls Lucy from downstairs.

"You got lucky again, y/n. Mom really saves your butt a lot from this conversation. See you tomorrow then. Don't forget to use contraception if you make it that far this time and ever get close."

"Lucy!" you hiss, startled, as heat rushes to your cheeks and you reach for a pillow to throw in Lucy's direction.

However, your little sister has disappeared from your room so quickly that you don't even have the chance to throw the pillow.

"Oh man..." you murmur quietly to yourself as you just stand there for a few seconds and breathe deeply.

It's no secret that you like Adam, really like him and are more or less in love with him, but there hasn't yet been a good time to really let him feel it.

"Maybe today," you answer your feelings out loud as you continue to get the height ready.

- - -

"I heard there's a special sleepover party here?" Adam looks at you with a beaming face after you open the door and let the older man into the house.

"Correct," you reply with a grin and after you close the door behind Adam, you are immediately pulled into a warm hug, so that Adam's aftershave surrounds you and briefly makes you gather yourself again.

"I missed you, y/n," he murmurs into your hair before letting go of you too quickly.

"I-I missed you too..." you stammer, a little confused, as you tug sheepishly at the sleeve of your sweater.

"I hope I've got everything with me" Adam babbles as he pulls the rucksack off his shoulders and then taps the full rucksack once.

"Well, I hope you haven't forgotten the nachos with your mother's best cheese sauce," you reply with a wry grin as you run ahead up the stairs and Adam follows you.

"Nope, Mom made sure I packed them for sure."

A grin grows on your lips. "Great, she knows what's good for me.

"Yeah, I'm good for you" Adam winks at you before walking into your room, thankfully not seeing your cheeks turn a shade of pink. "Wow. The cave looks mega, as always."

For a few seconds, you bite your bottom lip to somehow chase away the tingling sensation that's slowly making its way through your body before following Adam into your room. Adam has actually just been flirting with you.

Adam is crouched in front of the den, which is filled with countless pillows and blankets and has various fairy lights hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the den a little and bathing it in a warm light.

"All that's missing are our pyjamas..."

Adam turns to you and looks up at you from his crouched position.

"They almost got on my last nerve. I had to search until I found them. I was panicking that they had gone missing" you babble on as you walk over to your dresser and take down the pyjamas.

"Luckily you found them, otherwise we would have had to cancel the whole party," Adam jokes, suddenly standing in front of you and holding out his hands for his pyjamas.

"Or we would have had to buy new ones."

Smirking, Adam reaches for the warm fabric of the pyjamas and his fingers graze yours for a few seconds, his gaze fixed on you and he seems to sense how you're reacting to this little touch.

While a tingling sensation breaks out inside you again, you try to be as relaxed as possible on the outside, but you don't really succeed.

Your eyes widen slightly as your mouth opens slightly and the warmth rises in your cheeks again.

Damn, I really have to pull myself together! Otherwise Adam will think God knows what of me, you try to pull yourself together somehow, hoping that this evening will be more relaxed and that you won't come into contact with Adam too often.

But that would be boring, wouldn't it?

- - -

Dressed in your pyjamas and snuggled up under the warm blankets in the cave, Adam and you lie next to each other. There's a cushion between you so that you can relax a little more and take a deep breath.

While you lie there and watch Adam, he starts to get various snacks and drinks from his rucksack. These include various pastries that his mother has prepared especially for you.

"Please tell me these are exactly the cookies I think they are!" you almost shriek as Adam holds the Tupperware container with the large cookies in front of you.

"These are my mom's world-famous cookies" he proudly presents to you, uttering the sentence you've been dying to hear.

"I love your mom for this" you gush with your mouth full, because you just couldn't wait to leave the cookies untouched any longer.

As you start to chew with relish, Adam watches you with amusement and a smirk on his lips.

"What are they? They're awesome," you mumble with your mouth full. "And instead of staring at me now, you could choose a movie, Fantilli."

Adam starts to turn red within a few seconds, so he quickly turns his head away and goes to your laptop, where he opens Netflix and then starts looking for a movie.

Did Adam really just turn red because of me? you ask yourself. No, that can't be it. There must be another reason...

"Uh, what genre?" Adam mumbles quietly, his eyes still fixed on the laptop and his voice sounding slightly nervous.

"You decide" you reply, popping the last piece of cookie into your mouth as you continue to watch Adam and begin to wonder if he's really nervous about you right now.

Does he perhaps feel the same as you?

Do you trigger exactly the same feelings in him as he does in you? Was that really possible just now? Or are you just imagining all of this?

You would love to open your mouth and ask Adam all the questions that are running through your head, but when you open your mouth, not a single word comes out. It's probably for the best, because you don't want to be wrong and end up damaging your friendship or upsetting or hurting Adam.

"Then let's look at this one" Adam interrupts your train of thought as he selects a movie and then places your laptop between you so that you can both see clearly.

"Can you tell me his name?" you ask as the movie starts and you begin to sit down a little more comfortably.

Adam tells you the title of the movie, which you haven't heard before, so you are all the more excited about the movie and can hardly wait to immerse yourself in the story of the protagonists.

- - -

An hour and a half later, the black screen of the movie appears, which you comment on with a slight pout.

The movie drew you in within a few seconds and didn't let go so quickly that you can hardly believe it's over.

The movie was about two best friends who grew up together, were inseparable and suddenly went their separate ways until one day they found each other again and then fell in love.

The story was a little like you and Adam, but a little different, so you start to wonder if Adam chose this movie specifically to confess his feelings to you through a flower?

No, that was silly. Stop getting yourself into things! You're almost becoming obsessed, you admonish yourself again.

"The movie was good," you say quickly to silence any further thoughts that might come to mind.

"Yes, it really was," Adam replies and you hear a soft rustling beside you.

Shortly afterwards, Adam is quite close to you so that you can smell his aftershave again.

Within a few seconds, your heart starts to beat a little faster and the nervousness inside you begins to grow.

"Y/n," he almost whispered over to you, causing you to feel his warm breath lightly against your cheek.

The tingling in your body begins to awaken again, while you are unable to touch yourself even a little.

"A-Adam," you whisper back nervously as the rustling of the blanket sounds next to you again and shortly afterwards you find yourself in Adam's arms again.

"What are you doing?" you whisper again as you slowly manage to look at your best friend.

"What I should have done a long time ago," he replies in a whisper, sounding rather nervous.

His eyes rest gently on yours as his hand moves towards your cheek, where he places it and begins to gently stroke the small scar on your temple with his thumb, the one you got when Adam and you climbed up into the trees together and you injured yourself on a branch.

"I don't want this to be like it was until today," he begins to say as he continues to run his hand over your scar and looks you in the eye.

Unable to speak, you just stare at the person opposite you while your breathing is almost intermittent and your heart is pounding so fast you feel like Adam can hear it.

"I...I guess this could change everything now, y/n. But I have to risk it. I can't hold back my feelings anymore. My feelings for you are getting stronger and stronger. And every time I see you, it hurts not to be allowed to do this..." as Adam speaks, he comes closer and closer to you until his warm lips are on yours shortly afterwards.

Fireworks explode inside you so that your whole body starts to tingle within a few seconds and you open your eyes in shock for a few seconds because you are so taken by surprise by Adam and his lips on yours that you need a moment before you close your eyes again and return the kiss.

All too quickly, Adam detaches himself from you again and rests his forehead against yours so that you look into each other's eyes and your breathing quickens a little.

"I'm madly in love with you, y/n," he almost whispers, as if he's afraid to say the words out loud.

"Adam?" you whisper softly.

"Yes?" You can't help but notice that his voice sounds a little nervous.

"I'm in love with you too. And have been for so long," you whisper back and within a few seconds his lips are on yours again.

This time the kiss is much more intense. His lips move gently against yours, while his hand continues to rest against your cheek, gently stroking your cheek.

Your hands move to his neck, where they intertwine and you carefully pull Adam closer to you to somehow show yourself that this is real.

After a while, you slowly pull away from each other, whereupon Adam lies down on his back and pulls you with him, so that you carefully lay your head on his chest and Adam pulls the blanket over you.

Silence begins to reign between you, but it is anything but uncomfortable. On the contrary, you both use the silence to review the last few minutes.

A grin spreads across your lips as you snuggle closer to Adam, who wraps his arms around you and then rests his head on yours.

"Adam?" you murmur contentedly into the silence as you enjoy the closeness and hope that this closeness will never disappear.

"Yes?"

"You're the first person that's ever made me feel so safe" you murmur as Adam's closeness and warmth begin to make you slightly sleepy.

In fact, you've always felt so safe around Adam.

Every time Adam protected you from older boys who teased you.

Every time your teacher tried to force you to read aloud, even though you were too nervous to read a single sentence.

Every time you had a driving lesson and Adam sat in the back seat to be with you.

The time you had an appendectomy and Adam sat next to your bed after the operation and held your hand when you were in pain.

The time you got the email from your dream college and he sat next to you and held your hand.

There were so many moments when he made you feel safe.

Too many moments to list them all.

But now, after the two kisses and the moment when you're lying in his arms, you really realize that Adam was the one person who made you feel safe.

And you are sure that there will be countless more moments when it will be the same.

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i love you (always forever) pt.1

Daryl Dixon x sister!OFC

Summary: In the winter of ‘95 Daddy died. Leaving Lady to finish up her senior year in high school, and Daryl to brood over when to sell the house. The summer of ‘96 is the first time Lady feels alive. Daryl wants to give her one last summer before she has to grow up for real.

He gave her anything she asked for that summer.

Setting: Doublewide on some lone property in the middle of the woods, Georgia. Summer 1996

Warnings: INCEST (like it's the whole thing), virgin!oc, drug use (a joint), underage drinking, TENSION, poorly written SMUT, masturbation (f), lite!somno, oral (m receiving), some leering (??); most of the smut will be in part two. 

Word Count: 6.1k

A/n: INCEST I'll say it again. if it's not your thing, or can’t ever be your thing, DON’T READ IT. 

I didn't write it. I simply lived it in my head and documented (I wrote it but it felt like I didn't have a choice). 

Lady, Daryl calls her Lay, Bug

She calls him Bub, Bubba

// part 2 //

MDNI 18+ 

Wind chimes. Soft like the breeze. The heat of the Georgia in June. Daddy died this past winter, and Lady’d never had a summer feel so much like a hug. Finally able to really breathe again. Like a little kid. Magic around every corner. She swore sometimes, when she looked out the window in the dead of night, that she could see the faeries dancing out back in the woods. For a few years they'd gone, but this year they were back again.

Just her and Daryl (and the deer, and the squirrels, and the mice, and obviously the mosquitos, and sometimes the faeries); Like it shoulda always been. Like it always kinda was. After Merle left and all. Got older, moved out. Daryl stayed, though. Past his 18th birthday, and a few more after that. Didn’t wanna leave Lady all by herself with their old man. Couldn’t. 

Now he couldn’t really leave her alone in the house, even though she’d turned 18 last fall. Doesn’t even cross his mind. 

Lady’s finally done with school for good unless she decides she wants to go to college. First one in the whole damn family and no one but Daryl was there to see it.  Daryl quit his job as soon as Daddy died. Even if Daddy didn't have a few dollars in his bank account he didn’t know about, Lady figures he would have anyway. 

Daryl thought about selling the house but… not yet. 

He knew he was putting a pause on his life for this summer with Lady, but his whole life had been on pause til now anyway. Knows that when it’s over, it’s all over. Her whole childhood, their whole upbringing. Their dad dyin’ was just the bow ontop to seal the deal. They’d both think of it as the end. For the rest of her life, Lay’ll know this is when she had to grow up for real. So Daryl wouldn’t sell the house until Lady had her last summer as a kid with nothin’ to worry about. 

The heat was starting to get unbearable. 

“Lay!” Daryl yells, standing above a bed she'd made up in the living room. Dad had always kept the one lone air conditioner in his room, in front of the tv, in front of the recliner, in front of the bed. Lady had the idea to hang sheets on the doors to the living room and make a bed on the floor big enough for both of them to sleep in. She forgot the pillows, though, and now she was nowhere to be found. 

Daryl put down the tools he’d been using to fix the a/c to the window, pushing past the pink floral sheet between the living room and the hall toward the bedrooms, “Lay!” He quickly paces the double wide but she’s no where. 

Left a towel on her bed though, so Daryl’s got a good guess where she went. Swimmin’. 

It’s about a half miles walk, so it’s pretty far to just up and leave like that without saying anything, but Lady did it all the time. Like the creek was her own personal bathtub. Daryl’s not annoyed, not really. But he walks the half mile like he is anyway. Why couldn’t she just let him know? Because then he wouldn’t have to make sure this is where she went. And he wouldn’t have to bring her the towel she forgot. 

Daryl walks down and sure enough Lady’s shoulder deep in the muddy creek water, her clothes and shoes all bundled up on the dirt a few feet in front of him. She’s faced away, and at first doesn’t hear him come up. 

Lady tried to sneak away without being noticed to have a private moment. Like momma taught her. You’re allowed to touch yourself like that, but you can’t do it around other people. Momma said as long as you can be in private, it’s alright. 

Lady didn’t mean to forget her towel, but she almost assumed Daryl would find her anyway. She’d been fast though, always was. Was easy with the hormones. 18 and learning all new kinds of feelings. Merle always called her a late bloomer. Not being interested in boys until recently. She thought about the boys at school, and their plush lips on the soft skin of her shoulder, the protection in their arm wrapped around her waist, the butterfly light kiss of their eyelashes on her stomach. 

It didn’t take much for Lady to feel somethin’. Not in this heat, not with the breeze of freedom prickling every inch of her skin. 

Daryl can’t tell what she’s doing. All he sees is her shoulders barely moving in the lake, her head above the water and facing away from him. “Lay!” 

Daryl’s voice cascades through the air a few seconds after Lady, with a barely there mew, has her orgasm. Lady’s kisses with pleasure are soft, new, wanting. Like a light peck instead of a deep kiss. A soft mist instead of a thunderstorm. Lady only knew sweetness, even in her private moments. 

She’s beaming from ear to ear as she turns around to face him, making sure to keep her body covered by the water, “Bubba, what? I’m just swimmin’.” She already knew he was ready to be annoyed with her by his tone. 

“Yeah, uh-huh,” he nods, and smirks. Despite being annoyed he’s casual, “Thinkin’ maybe ya forgot som’n?” He throws the towel down ontop of her clothes and goes to stand behind a tree while she gets out of the water. 

Lady was always doing this. And Daryl was always following her with whatever thing she’d forgotten, or didn’t know she was gonna need. Daryl was always there. 

Full name Lady-Rae Cheryl Dixon. See momma wanted the name to rhyme with the boys but always said if she had a girl she was gonna name her Lady. Really liked that movie when she was a kid, didn’t matter it wasn’t a girls name. Didn’t matter to her what anyone thought. She thought it was sweet. And Lady was sweet. Could get away with probably anything if she wanted to, but she never even tried. Besides running around the woods naked, she didn’t find herself in much trouble. Sweet as honey. 

Daryl wasn’t sure how that was gonna work out in the real world. If she would get eaten up, or if she’d outshine everyone around her. He didn’t like to think about it. She didn’t belong out there. Not yet. Right now she’s naked in the woods, covering herself up just to be polite; right where she’s meant to be. Who she’s supposed to be. 

They make the walk back, Lady’s teeth chattering but she never complains. Barefoot like she grew the forest herself. She knew every inch. Daryl shuffled behind her, knowing the trail just as well, but letting her be the force she was. Skipping and stopping and stepping on her favorite parts as she went. He watched. 

Her towel small, and frayed on the ends. See through in spots. He tries to look away. He knows he should. But he can’t manage to stop himself. the way her tiny ass bounced as she walked, it was too lewd for him to avert his eyes. Like maybe if it wasn’t jiggling so much he’d have been able to stare at his feet or off into the woods, or at her bare shoulder or something, anything, else. 

But it was, just… her tight skin moving the fat of her ass back into place over and over, snapping against the sheer fabric of the towel, moving that too. Daryl keeps himself from leaning back to see more, to peak through and see the light between her legs. Wouldn’t do that. He’s not trying to sexualize her. What her ass is doing is right there in front of him? He tells himself it’s not his fault he’s looking. He’s seen her naked anyway, it’s not even a big deal. 

Getting caught up in shit that doesn’t matter, that’s what Daryl was good at. Getting stuck up in his own head and hung up on looking just barely a little too long at his sister. Merle would say it was no big deal, Daryl just needed to relax. He was making it weird by thinkin’ about it. 

He manages to look away, and to forget all about it.

💕 

Lady always assumes Daryls looking. Why wouldn't he look? Didn't mean nothin’. Boys always looked, wasn't a big deal unless they made it one. Unless someone made private thoughts public, with a purpose. Who cares who's lookin’? Lady doesn't. Never did. Why would she? How could she?

With Daryl for a brother, Lady never even got the chance to know what a bad touch might be. Never even heard of it. Maybe that's why she was such a late bloomer. Never even knew what she had down there until last summer when she met a boy who had a truck and talked like her brothers and he touched her through her pants and she ignited. 

Never saw the guy again. 

Never wanted to. Never needed to. She was alive and on fire and everything around her burned brighter for it. 

She was finding it hard to get comfortable in the bed she’d made. Still too hot even with the air conditioner on full blast. Daryl was about 3 feet away, a whole heap of comforter between them. “Get up” Lady’s voice a playful smirk. 

Daryl had been trying to fall asleep but got stuck staring at the ceiling fan. Trying to watch a single blade in its rotation. He stands up like she’d asked and watches as Lady lays the comforter out on top of the rest of the blankets she’d piled up, “if we’re not gonna use it.” She explains. 

Lady’s still got her light blue baby blanket that goes almost everywhere with her. Just as tattered and falling apart as the towel. Daryl never sleeps with a blanket anyway. Usually just passes out in his clothes, on his bed. Now he’d do the same thing here, in the living room. Hum of the a/c, chatter of the TV, the heat from Lady’s body - Daryl didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep anyway. 

Well maybe. He did have a joint stashed in with his cigarettes that he’d been saving for sometime this week. So when lady gets up to grab herself an ice cream cone from the fridge, Daryl yells, “Lay, grab ma pack’a smokes.” 

Lady’s halfway to the living room but she turns back and grabs them from the kitchen counter for him. “You’re really gonna smoke in the fort?” 

“Fort, huh?” He grunts then smiles at her as she tosses the pack at him. 

“Yeah?” She looks around, elbowing the sheet hung behind her, “What else would you call it?” 

“Th’ livin’ room.” He’s not looking at her when he answers. Eyes and fingers fixed on the pack, fidgeting with the hinged top for a bit before pulling the joint out and putting it in his mouth. 

Lady stops complaining when she sees it’s not a cigarette, and takes her seat back down on the pallet. Laying on her stomach, up on her elbows, facing Daryl. Her ice cream cone had already started melting, her tongue now on a race with the liquid dripping down her hand. 

Daryl just watches her struggle, until she finally gets a hold on it. “Y’good, there, Bug?” 

“Shut up.” And she shoves him a little. She’s got strawberry icecream all over her cheeks and chin and Daryl wishes he took pictures because at this moment he needed one. He needed her to remember forever who she is right now. 

“Y’wanna hit?” He asks her like he asks her every time he smokes a joint in front of her. Which is often. And every time she says no, because it’s always no. Never wanted to, never really saw the point. Things were beautiful enough. And it reminded her of Merle, and the bad things he got up to. 

Her mind slowly has been changing about it, with Merle gone for so long now. And Daryl being so chill about it when he was about it. A lot of the kids in high school had been doing worse and Lady found herself wanting to say yes when Daryl asked her. 

But when she does, Daryl doesn’t believe her, “No fuckin’ way, Bug. Yer buggin’.” 

“Bubba, no I’m not. I been thinkin’ about it.” 

“Oh, ya have? What’chya been thinkin’ ‘bout it?” 

“Just that I kinda wanna try.” She sways on her elbows, licking at her ice cream, “I’m gonna eventually, right? Why not now?” 

She’s trying to keep herself calm, but she was more relaxed than she’d usually be when she thought about sayin’ yes. Maybe that’s why she’d finally said it. She was finally able to. Lady thinks that means she must be ready, if she’s not afraid to say she wants to try it. 

She remembers this moment for the rest of her life. 

Makes her feel brave, like she’ll always know if she’s ready for some new scary experience or not. If she can ask, she’s ready. 

He thinks about it for a second, but he doesn’t see where she’s wrong. She probably was gonna try it eventually, why not now? She was safe here, he knew it. She knew it. So he says, “Alrigh’, fine. But yer prolly gon’ jus’ get tired,” and passes the joint to her. Thinking she'd take a tiny hit, probably not even inhale, and wimp out.

Lady takes it delicately in her fingertips and brings it to her lips. She’d tried cigarettes before (and didn’t like them), so the motion wasn’t completely foreign. But everything about it felt new and different. It burned. She almost didn’t feel it until she exhaled. A cloud of smoke billowing out and surrounding the both of them. 

Daryl laughs and mutters, “Shit, Bug,” while Lady’s face falls. That was way more than she thought was supposed to come out. Way more than her little lungs were expecting or could take. Her hand shoots out to Daryl for him to take her half eaten ice cream cone as she turns into a rabid dog. 

A wild beast on all fours hacking up half her lung and Daryl’s laughing so hard he’s crying, taking the ice cream and the joint back from her as she seizes. 

She’ll be okay. He knows she will. And she’ll sleep amazing and she’ll be safe like she always is. Somethin’ in the air felt different there now. With everyone else gone. Like nothing could touch them. 

So even though Lady’s about to be as high as a girl could ever be, neither of them are worried it won’t be a good time. 

Just them in their fort. Way too old to be playing little kid games and way too young to be playing house. 

💕

Lady’s vision was fuzzy. Glittering and dancing and hazy, rainbow bursts of fizzy glowing sparkles. 

Lady was secretly afraid she was on fire. She stared at the TV but wondered to herself if it was possible that her lungs were embers that were slowly consuming her chest cavity. She could breathe now, it had been nearly an hour since she hit that joint, but she was sure that she was literally burning alive from the inside out. 

“Dar, do you think you can be burning inside your lungs? Like on fire? Is that how people spontaneously combust?” 

Daryl’s eyebrows shoot up, she’d been quiet for a while and he had been pretty sure that she’d fallen asleep. He had to think about her question. If he wasn’t also stoned he probably would have been able to tell her the answer was obviously no. Instead he says, “Don’t think so.” Which doesn’t really make her feel better. “I ain’t ever hearda it.” That does. Daryl’s hearda everything. 

Their voices are soft, the tv’s the only light in the room. Daryl looks over at Lady. Her bare legs disappearing under an old pair of pajama shorts, she’s definitely not on fire. Not the way she means. 

“Think yer good, Bug.” He reassured her before asking, “Need som’thin’?” 

Lady, sweet as ever, asks, “Tuck me in?” 

Daryl rolls his eyes but sits up anyway. Crawling the two steps toward her. He takes what he can of the stretchy old fabric and wraps it around her body. It’s not big enough, it was never gonna be. Daryl cracks a smile, Lady’s been laughing at his attempt. He pushes his fingers with the fabric around her, she’s laying straight as an arrow, blanket stretched to its limit tight against her body. 

Daryl isn’t paying attention to his fingers as they tuck the fabric under her thighs, or how tight it’s pulling against Lady’s breasts. Lady does. She took one look at him after she hit that joint and she hasn’t been able to sit right since. 

It’s the air, it’s the heat. It’s the sun, maybe something in the water at the creek? Its the pot. It’s gotta be the pot. It’s somethin’ that Lady doesn’t understand. That sometimes just being in proximity is enough. 

She felt brave. She wanted to skirt that line. The line itself moving, and blurry, and hard to make-out. She wanted to be touched. And she wanted Daryl to touch her. Not too much, just a little. Just enough to make her heart race. Just enough to kiss her sleep with something that felt like magic. 

Her pulse is pounding in her ears and down her throat as she looks at him up above her. She feels her blood burn in her palms, slowly falling away from her sides as the tight fabric comes loose from around her. 

Daryl’s lost in the same moment, just caught staring down at her, in a haze himself. Stuck in his head, romanticizing every moment of Lady’s last summer.  

“Kiss goodnight?” 

The words come from between them. Lady’s voice had spoken them but she’s certain it didn’t come from her mouth. 

Doesn’t matter. They’re in the air and Lady and Daryl both pretend that she doesn’t mean it in any way other than what a sister might say to a brother. 

Daryl leans down and just barely brushes his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, like he was leaning down and smelling a flower. It’s so brief, and it’s so feather light it almost wasn’t there. Lady and Daryl both pretend it wasn’t. 

She closes her eyes and snuggles into her blanket, all bunched up in her arms. And Daryl moves back to his spot, trying not to think about what just happened. How it’s all different now. In two seconds everything was different. 

She initiated something new and Daryl already knew he was gonna do what he always did with Lady. Whatever she wanted. 

💕

The sun is just barely peaking through the windows when Lady opens her eyes. The tv still playing, she sits up and leans herself forward to turn it off. Turning around to observe Daryl. But she wasn’t expecting… this. 

He must have gotten up in the middle of the night and ripped his clothes off because he’s just laying there in his boxers and his wife beater. Head leaning back off the pillow, arms laying on either side of his body. The part that catches Lady completely off guard was between his legs. Hard and trying to push its way out of his boxers. Lady can see a hint of pink between the fabric. The hole in the front tenting out around his bulge. 

Lady tries not to look. Knows she shouldn’t. But it’s too lewd to look anywhere else. He moves briefly in his sleep, which only makes their situation worse. His erect member pushing its way completely out of the hole. Lady gawks, feeling something akin to a squeel in her throat. She’d never seen something so… she needed to touch it. 

She shuffles closer to him, her knees padding on the layers of blankets underneath them. Her small hand moving out in front of her, she can’t look away. 

Her fingertips meet the skin of his bare cock with something Lady is sure is electricity. It’s warmer than she’d imagined, and as she moves, her nails grazing on the skin as she lightly traces up and down, she realizes that his skin here is softer than she’d imagined too. 

After a while, she can’t help herself, and wraps her fingers around him. Slowly working her hand up and down, her fingers just barely putting any pressure against him. She wants to squeeze it, to feel how hard it really is, she wants to roll it between both her hands and put it in her mouth and she wants to get to know it better than she knows any part of herself - but she doesn’t wanna wake Daryl up. 

It wasn’t even her fingers that woke Daryl up. It was the pressure. Below his stomach, twisting deep inside and throbbing.

He keeps his eyes closed, tries to keep his breathing steady. Tries to get himself to speak up, say something, tell her to stop. At least let her know you're awake. But he can't move. 

With his eyes closed he can feel every light touch of Lady’s hand. The way she pushes her palm down when she gets to the base and pulls it off as she gets to the tip, the way she's moving in soft semi-circles, but not while she's going up and down. She's exploring. 

Daryl didn't want to stop her. 

He's so hard it hurts. He almost winces when she grips him tighter. She was only moving herself in a different position, Daryl realizes, because he feels her other hand on his cock now too. 

Lady holds him in one hand, bringing the other up she grazes her index and middle finger over the tip of his length. Gliding his pre-cum all over his head. Trying to see how far it would go, she's surprised it's as slick as it is. She wants to taste it. 

Daryl feels her fingers leave him, and hears the slick pop of her tongue as she moves her fingers between her lips. He has to stop himself from rutting his hips up into her hand, stop himself from pushing her head down onto him to feel her wet mouth. 

He doesn't have to make her do anything, though.

Daryl feels a soft veil of hair tickle his skin above the waistband of his boxers, and he realizes she's about to put her mouth on him. Her pretty pink lips were about to wrap around his cock head. Her tongue, that he'd watched lick up melting icecream only a few hours ago, was gonna be flat against the underneath of his dick. Lady. With all the sweetness inside of her, was about to suck him off. 

Lady can't help herself, doesn't want to. Never learned how. She’s not quite sure how to start what she wants to do but decided to put her lips together and kiss right underneath the tip. She doesn't pull away. Parting her lips and flicking her tongue out from between her teeth to taste more of whatever was coming out of him. 

She feels it twitch under her tongue, so she licks him again. Longer, this time, with more certainty. Moving her fingers out of the way, she licks him once all the way from the bottom to the top. 

Daryl didn't think about what was gonna happen when he came. What he should do. It happens so fast that he doesn't have time to warn her. The first shot goes right on her face. 

Daryl sits up in time for the second and third to be lost somewhere on the blankets or his boxers. 

“Shit, Lady. M’so. M’fuckin’ sorry.” 

“It's my fault.” She explains in a flat tone. She sits still while Daryl uses his shirt he was wearing last night to wipe off her face. He’s a mess. Red-eared and scared as a dog but Lady's smiling bigger than she has in her whole life. 

She ignores his apology, his frantic attitude. She was serene. Like she always was. “When did you wake up?” 

“I’unno.” Right at the beginning, really, but he can’t tell her that. Can’t tell himself that. 

She ignores him, she didn't really care. “So that’s what happens then? When a guy…” she mouthes the word ‘comes’ in an exaggerated way, looking in Daryl’s eyes the whole time. 

He lays back into the pillow, grabbing another one to pull over his face. He can’t believe she just asked him that. She can’t believe this just happened at she was being so casual about it.

Lady pulls the pillow out of his hands just as fast. “No, come on. Ya can’t just not tell me. Not now.” 

Daryl puts his arm over his face, only his mouth and his nose peeking out behind the crook of his elbow. She had a point, “Whad’ya wanna know?” 

“Everything. All of it.” 

“Whad’ya wanna know righ’now.” 

Lady tells herself that if she’s ready to know, she’ll be able to ask. “When I have an orgasm nothing comes out. But when guys do it, that’s what happens?” 

She bites on her lip and looks down at him, his eyes and most of his face still hidden behind his arm, laying back on the bed. He’d stay like this and answer her questions. Wouldn’t be able to do it if he was looking at her, “uh-huh”. It's more of a grunt than a word.  

Lady tries to figure out which question to ask next. She knows a lot of stuff. Boys like it when girls suck on it. Boys like it when girls let them put it inside them. Lady isn’t sure exactly how that works, but she knows what she has. And what they have, and she doesn’t need to ask where it would go. 

“Did you like it?” 

A long pause. A half sigh, a grunted response, “uh-huh.” 

“Do you want me to do it again? Can I.. can I do it again?”

“Na’righ’ now.” 

Those words hang there even after Lady gets up and Daryl gets up and they both go about their day. This promise of ‘maybe later’. Daryl has errands to run in town and Lady says she’s got laundry to do, but hes pretty sure she just likes staying at the house. 

“Need somethin’, Lay? Goin’ ta town!” He shouts inside the house from out of it, he’d been outside most of the day, mowin’ the lawn, finally cleaning up the old trampoline. Trying to tell himself that even if he'd tried to stop her, she wouldn't have let him. 

Lady appears in the doorway in a breath, “Where ya goin’ in town?” 

“Store.” He leans against the wood frame lining the area around the steps and lights a smoke. 

Lady leans back, swaying her body with both hands on either side of the door by the handles, “Hmmm, maybe we could get stuff for grillin’. And we’re out of ice cream.” 

Daryl nods, taking a drag, his eyes squinting against the sun, “Somethin’ else?” 

“More pot?” She squints back at him. 

He breathes out an almost laugh against the cigarette between his lips, “Yeah, alrigh’. Tha’s it?”

“Wine coolers?” 

Daryl actually laughs at that one, “What’re ya tryna prove, Bug?”

She stops swinging on the door, “Not provin’ nothin’. Daddy's dead. Let's live a little.” 

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So Daryl gets some girly somethin’ - what he assumes are wine coolers. They're in the refrigerated case at the distributor, and there's strawberries and an island on the cardboard carrier. And the bottle’s shaped stupid. Daryl’s sure he's gotten the right thing, or at least something she'd probably like. 

Daryl doesn't feel bad indulging her. Never did, and anyway he's surprised it's taken her this long to ask. As far as growin’ up in the sticks, Lady was a good girl. And so she wanted to smoke some pot and drink some wine coolers with her brother? 

So what she had all the curious burning of an explorer on their first expedition with every new thing that she tried, and so what if that new thing was Daryl's body and how it reacted to hers? 

Daryl doesn't feel bad indulging her. He reasons with himself his whole drive that it can't be that bad. Not if Lady wanted it. Lady never wanted anything bad ever. She never gossiped, or tattled, or cheated at board games. Lady never even tried to sneak sweets. She told Daryl once it was cuz she didn't want anyone else to get in trouble if someone noticed it was missin’. Nah, Daryl figures if Lady wants it, if she asks for it, it can't be somethin’ ugly. 

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Daryl's on his third beer before he's able to say it, “Lay. Wha’ we did this mornin’ -“ he’s tried to figure out how he feels about it, he’s still not sure he’s making the right choice, but he needs to decide something before she decides for them. “Ya didn’t do nothin’ wrong but - can’t go tellin’ people we did that.” 

Lady laughs, she’s on her second wine cooler of her whole life, and all of a sudden Daryl thinks she’s new to the planet earth. She was backwoods but she wasn’t that backwoods. She was, after all, a high school graduate. “You mean I can't tell Auntie Norma I made you…” She mouthes the word ‘come’ again in the same exaggerated way she had earlier before losing herself in a fit of giggles. 

Lady and Daryl had folded up their temporary bed and shoved it in the corner. She was currently leaned back on the far edge of the coach, head thrown in laughter. Her shoulders shaking, her hands gripping the bottle between her thighs. 

Daryl bites at his thumb, sitting in the armchair across the room from her, he was trying to be serious for a damn second and she was laughing at him. “Jus’ don’ really know whatya think yer doin’. If yer in your right mind ‘n all. An’ y’know we ain't supposed ta.”

He just needed to hear her say it, if she could say it - if she could ask for it, it couldn’t be bad. 

“Wasn't thinkin’, Dar. Was just doin’.” She doesn’t really have an answer for him. She's in her right mind, she knows people aren't supposed to do that kind of stuff with their family. But nothin’ ever felt wrong between her and Daryl.

Daryl downs the rest of the beer he's holding in one gulp. He puts his finger in the hole at the top and spins it absentmindedly on his knee, “Jus’ need ya t’know what yer doin’.. it ain't somethin’ people usually do, Bug.” 

Lady’s starting to get frustrated. She knew what he was getting at, but why'd he have to say it? “I know I'm not supposed to, Dar. It's like those times you and Merle let me watch scary movies when I was little and I had to tell Momma and Daddy we were watching lions on PBS instead.” 

Daryl reaches down and grabs another beer from the case next to the armchair. He just shakes his head. She's gotta know it ain't that simple. 

“Bubba, look at me.” 

Daryl looks over, curious what she needed the eye contact for, “W’sup, Lay?”

“It’s just you and me out here and as far as I can tell we didn’t hurt anyone.“ She finishes the rest of her drink in one gulp just like he had, “The woods are good at keepin’ secrets, Bub. You know that.” And she smiles, looking down before looking directly at him.

If they didn't know before they both knew now. It wasn't just going to be that one thing that happened between them. The stagnant ‘maybe later' coming back and sitting on their shoulders, in their laps, in every empty space of the room. 

‘Maybe’ turns to definitely. To obviously.

Daryl grunts, trying not to let a smile on the corners of his lips. He opens the bottle in his hand and takes a sip before bringing it back down to look at it. Pondering her words like they're written on the label. All he thought he'd needed to hear was that she knew it had to be a secret. That she knew she was committing a crime against god here with him. But now what?  

Lady almost can't take it, the cicadas buzzing from outside are so loud it's infesting her brain. She’d been sitting there for an hour trying to figure out how to ask him if she could touch him again. And now that he's brought it up, she can't think of anything else but the way he tasted, the way his thing pulsated and twitched underneath of her tongue. She wants to make him cum again. 

Daryl's drinking his beer, lost in thought, while Lady decides she should probably have another one too. She gets up and walks past him to the kitchen. 

“Where ya goin’?” He half shouts behind him, a little worried he'd hurt her feelings. Read something wrong. Said something wrong. 

Lady smiles to herself, Daryl worried all the time about everything and it always ended up being for nothing. “Just gettin’ another one. That okay with you, pop?” She teases. 

She reappears from behind the sheet holding another wine cooler. As she takes her seat back on the couch Daryl leans forward, elbows on his thighs, taking another sip of his drink, “Might wanna slow down on those, Bug.” He's smiling into the bottle. 

Lady sticks her tongue out at him, her eyebrows drawn down in mock anger, “What, afraid I'm gonna blow chunks instead of blow you?” She's been on the edge of it for so long it spills out of her mouth.

Daryl has no idea what the fuck to say to that but he laughs out loud. He genuinely guffaws. If it wasn't his little sister he'd be frozen in his fuckin’ chair. Churning a little at this realization - Cuz when she said it he wasn't uncomfortable. Wasn't afraid, or worried that he was gonna have to do something he might mess up. 

“Nah.” He answers her before his mind takes off on a tangent about how it's his sister and the proposition of her sucking his cock should make him uncomfortable. But it didn't. 

Cuz if she wants it, it can't be wrong. 

“Just keep drinkin’, Lay. If ya blow chunks yer the one stuck cleanin’ it up though.” 

“Let's smoke that pot.” 

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon. Why not, bub?”

“Cross-faded.”

“What's that?” 

“Pots different after y’drink. Jus’.. trus’me on this one.” He sips his beer, “‘nless yer really set on blowin’ chunks. Tha’s definitely a sure fire way.” 

Lady shakes her head, taking her drink from between her thighs again and sipping it before putting it back. 

She's gotta figure out how to ask soon or she was gonna drink herself to sleep. 

Daryl can see her workin’ something out in her head, “S’goin’ on, Lay?.” 

She’s staring at a spot on the ground and she doesn’t look up, “Thinkin’.” 

“‘bout wha’?”

“Your cock in my mouth.” 

Daryl chokes on the spit he was swallowing, “Christ.” He says as he coughs. He doesn't think he's ever heard her say that word. “Yer really serious, huh?” He asks again, this time because he truly can’t believe it. Why would she, the sweetest piece of Georgia pie, wanna put her pretty mouth on him? Even if he was her brother. Especially because he was her brother. 

She smiles and looks down at her fingers around the top of her bottle. Blushing beet red and nodding her head so aggressively her hair moves. 

He wants to let her but somethin’ about it doesn't feel right. Not because of who she was or who he was, or cuz it was wrong. “Shouldn't jus’ blow guys, Lay.” 

“Whaddya mean?” She picks at the label on her drink, not looking up at him. Nervous and excited and hanging on his every word. 

“People, uh - usually… do other stuff first.” He explains, not wanting to make her feel bad for what she'd already done, but wanting her to understand she can't just do that to other guys. 

Lady laughs, a sigh of relief escaping her as she brings the brim up to take another swig. There's a million things sitting between her teeth and her lips just waiting to be said. Instead, she just asks, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

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pt. 2

A/n: This is coming out a whole lot sweeter than I thought it was going to be and I know in the end it's going to break my little heart. 

Anyway sorry, most of the smut will be in part 2 where I imagine going into detail about their first time (for a few different things) as well as how they are once they get more comfortable as they get deeper into the summer. 

Broken up into two parts because I can't fathom proofreading these 6,000 words one more time. 

(Next part will be up as fast as I can write it.)

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

idk why this idea’s been running around my head so much but imagine if you will;

Alphonse, Seth, Finn, and Jack discovering that long before they met, their S/O used to be an acrobat/trapeze artist in a circus as a teenager. They loved preforming, and were actually kinda famous for it. But then there was an incident that opened their eyes to the darker side of fame (creepy fans, stalkers, little to no privacy, etc.) so they left after turning 17, deciding that they wanted a simple life going forward.

Maybe the boys find out when they find an old “(Name’s) Final Show” poster and a box full of old photos in the listener’s closet or attic.

This was is the greatest show!

Your boyfriend told you he'd help with spring cleaning your house. Knowing how difficult it could be because of how big it was. Also remembering that the attic was what you really didn't want to do alone.

Going up the later, you both had work cut out for you. So walking around your boyfriend began looking through the boxes. Going to a dark corner, he opened and squinted. Saying hold on he grabbed his phone added the light. Seeing the poser of a Circus "(Name)'s final show!"

Asking out loud about it, making you pause and turn with wide eyes. This made your boyfriend frown, why did you have that reaction? Gently sitting him down on some old furniture you had in the atticr.

You told him your experiance in the Circus. It was fun, exciting and connected you with so many people. However, it was dark, creepy fans trying to get one on one's. Stalkers that ever Circus employee had to deal with. The smidge of privacy you would have, the ring master saying his Circus his rules.

Alphonse

Alphonse was angry. Wishing he'd could go see that Ringmaster and punch him. Glaring at a photo of the old Ringmaster slightly burned from a group photo.

He hugged you saying he wished he met you. Saying he'd would have gotten you out of there.

But that's in the past, Alphonse then looked at the poster. Told you it looked pretty and was glad you got out at 17. You nodded along and leaned against him.

The pinkette then asked about the happy memories you had. Wanting to know about your childhood, if you'll let him!

He smiles as you tell him the tricks you would do as a acrobat/trapeze performer. Al then asks if you think he could be one? Snorting you nod along and kiss him.

Alphonse wonders how you could be so positive. From dealing with all that shit, but he knows your tough. He then asks about if you still have your old costume?

Seth

Seth was frowning as you told him everything. He saw you holding back tears, telling him all of what happened during the Circus.

Holding you, the brunette felt tears come up. Tells you how strong you are, and how he's proud. Looking at the old photos of people you love and worked with.

Kinda wished he never showed you the poster. But, it was inevitable you were gonna see it and then he was. Questions were gonna be asked.

Seth then asks about if any of the old performers talk to you. Getting a smile on your face as you told him everyone exchanges letters. Some use texting and calling when they can.

Asks if you think he could be one of those strong men. Or maybe something different? You giggle before telling him you don't know.

Seth now understood how you could be so calm in a serious situation. How you can sway the conversation to being eased in under a minute. He then asks about any fun memories.

Finn

Finn was silent, listening to you ramble about everything. Then hugged you tight, shaking from either anger or tears he held back.

After calming down he asked how you got out? Telling him that the Ringmaster got arrested so everyone was able to leave.

Jack

Finn felt bad bring up these memories, but you told him that you had good ones too! Not just bad. He smiles as you tell him how everyone in the Circus was like family.

Speaking about the other performers you tell him about their lives now. There was even one in the city you'd meet up with every so often!

Finn can't help but wonder what Circus act he could be if he was in one? Maybe a plant act? You giggle as you tell him that could be possible.

Finn already know your strong, with learning your past he sees why your so outgoing and persistent. Those are the things he loves about you and is happy you made your life better when leaving the Circus.

As you tell him Jack's mind I going a thousand miles per hour. Thinking how you tried so hard to get here now. He hugs you as you explain more.

When you finish Jack asks how you ended up going to this college? He can't help but wonder about the education in the Circus. You tell him one of the strong men was a very smart man and would teach the younger performers.

Jack when hearing about the dark side of the Circus frowned. Glaring at the floor trying to figure out what to say. You told him it's in the past and none of those creeps have tried to find you again.

He felt himself relax when you told him the older performers helped the younger ones file restraining orders so they would be safe. Along with how most of the younger ones went with older ones to stay together and build a new life.

He does asks why you ended up in this city, causing you to shrug and tell him how it was the farthest from the Circus. Jack nods and then asks you about any happy memories you have.

Listening to you reminiscent about the Circus made Jack smile. The fact you can still smile fondly about that place is amazing. He loves how you didn't let your past shape the way you are now. In college getting a degree to do something that won't ruin your mental health.

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

Sirius Black who gets angry when he’s in 12 Grimmauld Place.

He’s just gotten out of Azkaban, just found a place he can rest after being on the run, so no one blames him when he’s a little bit fidgety and strange.

It’s incredibly odd when he flat-out refuses to sleep in his childhood bedroom, but everyone has at least an inkling that his childhood may not have been perfect, so they go with it with little argument. That doesn’t stop the confusion, though.

“I’d kill to have a night in my childhood bedroom, especially if my parents never changed it!” “It would be like being a kid again; no responsibilities, just time to relax!” “It’d be like going right back to your younger years, who doesn’t want that?”

Sirius leaves when they talk about it. They get the hint.

Then he starts to get angry. He starts to change. He starts becoming quiet and abrasive.

At first, it’s little things. He lets out an incredibly aggravated sound when he tears his breath while buttering it. He snaps at Kreacher when the elf mutters under his breath. He runs his fingers through his hair hard enough to pull some out. He eats less. He drinks two glasses of wine instead of one.

Then it gets less small. The people in the room right under his are woken up in the early hours of the morning when he punches a hole in his wall. He genuinely pulls his wand on anyone that touches him without sufficient notice. He smashes his fist into Snape’s face when Snape makes a comment about how spoiled he must’ve been as a kid. He stops eating entirely. He’s drunk more often than he isn’t. He’s not sleeping. He starts wearing clothes that cover every inch of skin on his body. He stabs a hole through the canvas of Walburga Black’s portrait when she huffs at the colour he’s wearing.

People start getting upset with him. He’s getting reckless, he’s getting violent, his mood changes at the flip of a dime, his temper is shorter than it’s ever been.

It reaches a boiling point when Sirius snaps at Harry.

Harry had just been trying to ask if he was okay, because even a teenager could see that something isn’t right. Sirius had reassured him. Harry hadn’t been convinced and had gone to hug his godfather from behind. Sirius had flinched away so violently that Harry had nearly collapsed, and then he’d yelled at the kid never to do that again.

Harry had run off. Sirius had retreated to Walburga’s— his— room. His first move is getting drunk off his ass, then taking off his shirt to look at the damage plastering his body. He tried to cover it all with tattoos, once upon a time, but it never worked. That was after he, in his Hogwarts years, had taken a blade and a blasting spell to his skin to cover up the damage that way. That didn’t work, either. Nothing worked. And being in that house just seemed to be ripping those old wounds open.

Sirius had to put wards for himself and only himself on the windows and balconies of the upper floors, that way wouldn’t be too tempted to see if he could fly without magic. Sirius had to move all the dangerous potions to a locked box, which he gave Remus the combinations for and then promptly obliviated the numbers out of his own head. Sirius had to lock himself out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t be able to get his hands on a knife. Sirius had to give Remus his wand so he wouldn’t do anything stupid to himself or anyone else after he pulled it on Minerva. Sirius had to put up barriers and take precautions because he knew what the house would do to him.

12 Grimmauld Place killed Sirius. It killed him every time he walked around a corner and saw blood and tears and bright red light from the tip of a wand in his mind’s eye. It killed him every time Kreacher glared at him and tried to slip something into his food, which he had to throw out before he ate it knowing it would hurt him. It killed him every time he walked by Walburga’s portrait and she grumbled or muttered or shrieked at him, just like she did when she was alive. It killed him every time he ran his fingers over the keys of the grand piano, found comfort in music, only to remember shattered fingers for playing the wrong note. It killed him every time he looked at the permanently locked door with the initials on it and thought of his baby brother, only little, coming to him for nightmares or because Orion and Walburga had forgotten to feed him.

Sirius Black wasn’t angry. He was scared. But no one could see it, because he’s become a master at hiding his emotions.

That’s why he was so excited when he heard that Harry needed help in the Ministry. It meant he could leave his own personal hell.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hey hey, how are you? I hope ypu are good...

Hmmm... Lately I was thinking about Saeyoung and cats... I know he really likes them, not sure how seriously should I take the "cat abuser" part haha.

Few month ago pregnant cat mum hide in our basement, gave birth and she and her 3 little kittens are living with us now, but it seems like cat mum is still scared of humans (we thing she might be abused or something :/) and always keeps distance, hisses whenever someone comes too close and seems very tense whenever see any human. We leave her be and are carefull not to disturb her too much and don;t touch her. Kittens are usual little mischief lol

I was wondering how Saeyoung'd react if he came to MC's house and got to know about kittens and cat mommy, personally i might not trust him fully on that matter (I mean maybe just not to leave him alone with cats haha sorry). Especially how he could react about the mama cat who is also protective toward little ones.

Maybe um... Saeran could go with him? haha ^^;

Saeyoung adores cats. His cuteness aggression is definitely worth talking to him about at length, but as far as being a deviant, he's not the worst guy when it comes to his adoration of cats! Because Elizabeth the 3rd is walking around with important data for C&R daily, Saeyoung putting Jumin's security to the test is a huge part of the reason why he visits his dear Elly the way he does.

His pet etiquette is really the one thing that needs work if we're being honest. He just needs a cat that loves his particular brand of affection and doesn't mind having their cheek nuzzled against his cheek. He is a work in progress when it comes to his behavior around cats, so do not worry about him in that regard. Now, he's told the story about the stray kittens with a mean mother cat I don't know how many times to the player.

It's the only way he could talk about his childhood without letting the people listen in on the truth. If anything, he relates to what it feels like to be a stray cat fighting for scraps every day and having a little brother kitten to take care of at the same time from all sorts of cruel predators. It's not an easy life, and you're not always going to be the lucky kitten who gets taken in by a loving human. Sometimes, you're going to be the kitten that's stuck living in a dark alley for the rest of your life.

He always leaves food out for stray cats when he's in the middle of a city, far away from his bunker, because the only kindness he can give to a kitten is the food they desperately crave. He can't bring home the kitten of his dreams while he's an agent. He's not able to get close to cats because most of them don't mesh with his vibes, but watching a group of cats enjoy a meal from around the corner is enough for him.

No different than the idea of watching Saeran live a safe life from far away from him.

So, when you let him know a mama cat is hanging out in your family home, he wants nothing more than to take a look at the mama and her kittens. If you nudge him, "Don't antagonize the mama, okay? She'll bite anyone who looks at her babies wrong." He'll give you that cheeky smile of his and ruffle your hair. "I know the others give me a hard time about Elly, but I know better than to do that to a mama cat. I've been in her shoes. I would attack anyone who looked at Saeran in the wrong way, too."

He'll do what he does for the stray cats.

He'll bring cat food, toys, and love galore. The kittens will want for nothing and the mama won't have to worry about her babies being bored or hungry. She may not trust humans because of her past, but that doesn't mean she can't learn how to trust again or know that her babies will be safe in your protection. He learned how to trust others because of you, after all, and he knows you'll be the one to make the same miracle happen all over again for this mama cat.

Saeyoung will quietly set down the cat food a considerable distance away from the mama cat while she's resting, leave the toys scattered about, and leave a camera so you can monitor the room without the mama being worried about her safety. Like clockwork, the babies will begin to explore and sniff out the new toys. The mama will judge everything before she decides to get something for herself after using most of her energy to take care of the baby kittens. It's a win-win.

It will take him doing this over a few weeks to gain the trust of the mama, but sooner or later, she'll feel comfortable having you in the room and then later on, holding her kids. It just takes time and effort to gain the trust of a loving parent. You have to prove who you are and what your intentions are. Saeyoung... knows that like the back of his hand. Even though Rika and V failed him, they still tried to gain his trust... and that took years.

"Don't worry, mama cat. I know what it feels like to have nothing... and to want better for my baby. You don't have to worry about your kittens. They're safe and sound, and you'll never have to be afraid of losing them ever again."

[abigails-gf]

This is a romantic Joel Miller request. Hope that is okay. I was thinking something like the reader goes through what Ellie goes through and it reminds them of their childhood abuse, and Joel comforts them.

joel miller x gender neutral reader.

warnings: SA, mention of childhood abuse.

a/n: thank you for this request. joel brings me a lot of comfort during hard times. i hope i understood your request, thank you and stay safe.

today started like every other day – you woke up early and got dressed, made coffee for you and joel. “you’re on duty this morning, aren’t ya?” he asked, kissing your forehead. you nodded, drinking from your mug. “ellie’s with me this morning. i should probably go wake her up.”

you put your mug in the sink and said goodbye to joel before putting on your coat and backpack. and leaving your shared home.

you walked across the street to ellie’s house and knocked. a few minutes later, she opened the door, still in her pyjamas.

“oh shit, sorry, i totally forgot i was on patrol this morning! i’ll be quick. just give me 10 minutes.” you chuckled. “don’t worry, take your time els.” you said as you entered her house, sitting on a chair while she hurried to get dressed in the bathroom.

a few minutes later, ellie came out of the bathroom and picked up her backpack. “i’m ready.”

you went to the stables to pick up shimmer, ellie’s horse and then picked up your arc and bows while ellie took her usual gun. you were off to work.

you were behind ellie on shimmer’s back, looking around for any infected or unusual things. “there’s a party at seth’s on friday, don’t know if you’re coming.” ellie started, “but everyone will be there. and you might be able to drag joel along. i know he’s not a party guy, but if you’re there, maybe he’ll come.” you smiled. “you bet i’m forcing joel to come with me. i want to see that old man on the dance floor.” you both laughed before stopping.

“hey, look. isn’t that house usually empty? why are the lights on?” you whispered as you were approaching the house. “couldn’t be infected. they don’t need lights. wanna go check that out?” ellie asked.

you nodded. once you were a few meters away from the house, you got off the horse, nodding to ellie. she got off shimmer, holding her gun, staying there in case you needed some backup inside.

you walked to the house, and knocked on the door. no one answered. “hello?” you said as you pushed the handle. the door was open.

you got into the house. it was empty; no furniture, no people, nothing. then why were the lights on? and that’s when someone tackled you, your back hitting the wooden floor.

it was a man. he was holding you down, his hands pinning your wrists to the ground and his body holding yours down. “get off of me!” you tried to get your arc but realized it was behind your back. you couldn’t move. “please!” you cried out. the man smirked, watching you helpless under him. you tried to scream, to call for ellie, but you couldn’t. nothing came out of your mouth, your body was trapped under him. “it’s gonna happen, again.” you thought, silent tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

the man held your wrists with one of his hands while the other was going to undo his pants. you knew what was going to happen. you were in the exact same position once again – and once again, you couldn’t do anything to escape.

suddenly, the man fell next to you. your brain didn’t register what was happening until ellie came close to you, holding her gun, one of her hand out, trying to get you up before you shook your head. “come on, y/n. we can’t stay here. we have to go!” she said, trying to hold your hand. you shook your head again. ellie sighed and sat next to you on the floor. “i won’t touch you if you don’t want me to. but please, let’s go.”

you got up. your vision was blurry but you managed to get to the horse with ellie staying close to you, in case you lost your balance. she helped you get on the horse, held her tight as shimmer ran back to jackson.

as the gates opened, ellie hurried to get you to joel’s house, still on shimmer’s back.

joel came out of the house, hearing the horse’s steps. “what’s going on?” joel asked. ellie quickly turned to you and looked back at joel. “i got it. thanks, kiddo. you ok?” ellie nodded. joel helped you get off shimmer and you rushed into his arms, holding on tight to his shirt. “i’ll come by later. i’m going to see tommy.”

joel got you back into the house, held you close to him as he took your boots and coat off. he walked you to your shared bedroom. he tried to put you on the bed, but you held onto him. joel looked at you, worried. it wasn’t the first time he saw you like this. the first time he saw you like that was when you once had a nightmare about your childhood, you woke up sweating and crying, whispering that you wanted to go home.

joel sat on the bed, with you in his arms. “i’m guessing you don’t want to talk about it.” you shook your head, grabbing on joel’s shirt tightly. “it’s okay, pumpkin. i’m here now. you’re safe.” at those words, you started to sob. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you repeated in between sobs. joel rubbed your back, rocking you back and forth. “i know baby, i know. s’not your fault. you did nothing wrong. it’s okay, baby. you’re home now. i got you. you’re safe.”

joel’s words were comforting. his smell was comforting. “try to take deep breaths for me, okay pumpkin? can you do that f’me?” you nodded in his arms and tried to calm down. “that’s good, honey. you’re doing great. i’m proud of you.” joel kissed your forehead multiple times. “i love you, y/n. you’re safe here. no one’s gonna hurt you now. i’m here, i’ll protect you.”

he continued to rock you, holding you, kissing your forehead and comforting you until your breath calmed down. when you stopped gripping his shirt, he noticed that you had fallen asleep in his arms. he sighed, relieved that you calmed down and kissed your forehead once more, “you’re safe here, i promise.” he whispered, holding you for a few more seconds before putting you on the bed. he stayed in the room for a little, making sure that you were okay and then left the room, leaving the door open in case you woke up.

you could smell his scent on your bed sheets, and still feel his warm embrace around you. you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. joel was your safe place, your home.

[halfmoondaze]

Yesss can I request a Jack fluff please?

Reader is a busy student and she hasn’t had time to sit down and spending time with Jack. Jack understands how it’s not always good putting time off of things school related but really misses reader. One day he’s at home by himself really missing reader and keeps thinking about her but can’t text or call her because she’s in class. Jack remembers that he has a bottle of y/n’s perfume and cute plushie of her favorite animal. He sprays the perfume on the plushie and cuddles with it until she gets dismissed from class and drives straight to Jack’s house for a couple of hours before going home. He tells and shows how much he missed reader to the point where he had to have the animal plushie with her perfume in his arms when walking around his house 😭❤�� when Jack finally has reader with him, he can’t help but follow her everywhere she goes from one place to another, even waiting for her outside the bathroom😂Just being so attached to her.

Threads of Longing

Finals were only a few weeks ahead and studying was Y/N’s only priority right now. 

She would wake every day at 5 am. At first, she was able to have control of her sleeping routine, but as finals approached, Y/N would find herself growing so anxious, she would be unable to sleep, and instead would just study and just function off of coffee. 

Because Y/N was constantly on the go, Jack was barely able to see her despite living under the same room, and he couldn’t help but miss her. But he didn’t want to be a needy boyfriend, so he would just settle for dangling conversations, while also letting her know he was there for her whenever he needed him. 

Y/N was currently sitting by the kitchen counter with her laptop and iPad mindlessly taking notes while Jack who has just woken up, walked into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. 

“Hey” 

Y/N continued typing away oblivious to her surroundings.

He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and Y/N jumped startled and turned to him.

“Jack” she sighed putting her hands on her face. “You scared me”

“I just wanted to say hi…..but you were too concentrated” he scratched the back of his neck and smiled. “Did you sleep alright?”

“I wouldn’t count sleeping for 4 hours alright, but I’m managing” she laughed to herself.

“Do you want me to make you some coffee?” 

Y/N closed her laptop and gathered her things.  

“Thanks. But I gotta run, I wanna make the most of the two hours I have free before my class” 

“Ok”

Y/N kissed him and left. 

Jack sighed. He longed for her presence and found himself absent minded walking back to their shared bedroom. He found Twinkle, Y/N’s childhood plushie sitting in the corner of her room. He picked it up and inhaled the faint scent of Y/N. He got an idea. 

He walked to their shared bathroom and picked up Y/N’s perfume and sprayed it all over the plushie. Then he inhaled it again. ‘That was much like it’ he thought to himself satisfied.

And just like that, he found himself cuddled in their shared bed at her side of her bed cuddling Twinkle until he fell asleep. 

Jack eyes fluttered open as he woke up from his slumber to the familiar sound of the keys jiggling. 

He practically raced to the living room as he saw Y/N entering the through the front door. 

“Babe” he said as he wrapped his arms around her. 

Y/N giggled and hugged him back. 

“Hey bubs” she kissed him. 

Y/N stopped in her tracks as she smelled him. 

“Is that- Is that my perfume?” she smiled.

“Yeah…..I was scared I was going to forget your scent” he said sarcastically as he shrugged. 

Y/N felt her heart heavy. 

“Aww Jack” she hugged him tighter. “You know I’m only a few steps away, right?”

“I know but, I just barely see you. We just don’t talk as much. And I miss you” 

“I’m sorry I know I’ve been distant-” she cupped his cheek. 

“Hey, hey. You have nothing to be sorry about. You’re busy and I get that. You need more pressure than what you already have” 

“I know but you’re my boyfriend and I haven’t paus none of my attention to you and its not fair” she sighed. “I’ll make it up to you. What about a movie night?” 

“Babe, you’ve been awake since 5 am. We both know you’ll be asleep five minutes into the movie” he laughed. 

“Sorry” 

“I have a better idea. We ca have a bath together and you tell me all about your day?” 

“Sounds like a plan” 

Jack and Y/N walked upstairs to make the most of their time together.

[icyhottodo]

when we were young | k.bg

genre: angst, fluff, friends-to-lovers-to-strangers  | paring: bakugo x reader, kirishima x reader (platonic)

summary: twelve was the age you started crushing on him, seventeen was the age you broke up with him, and twenty-two was the age you realized you still love him.

warnings: cursing, food, reader goes into a downward spiral, panic attack, jealousy, meanie people, angst ending, a small spoiler (bakugo mentions his work-study), timeskips

wc: 10.5k (half-assed proofread)

nini’s notes: inspired by the kdrama, 2521! but i’ve never watched it before, just some clips. i hope i captured bakugo right… with such an arrogant nature like him is kind of hard to write. i don't mention the quirk that much LMAO. and this is my longest work ever, so i hope you guys will like it!

ever since you turned three, your childhood dream was to be a pro-hero just like every other child. you wanted to be like all might. so you would train day and night, thinking and planning about how to use whatever quirk you would manifest to the fullest. but sadly, your quirk made it not the easiest to be a superhero with, whole-body lenses. which allows you to produce a camera lens anywhere around your body, and you're able to print out whatever you see on your palms. 

you felt discouraged when you gained your quirk. how can you save people with a quirk like this? however, you didn’t entirely give up. you still trained like before you manifested your quirk, if not harder compared to before. by the time you reach middle school, you’ve already found ways to make your quirk useful.

twelve. was when you reached the age where you were able to enter middle school. you’ve transferred from your elementary school to aldera junior high, where you first met the most arrogant person yet, the most attractive person you would have met in your entire life—bakugo katsuki.

your first interaction with the blonde boy did not go well. well, you don't think anyone’s first interaction with him would ever go smoothly.

for instance, your teacher paired both you and bakugo for a poster presentation about pro-heroes you two looked up to. you thought that by pairing up with someone like him, you two would have fun. alas, bakugo would not let a sliver of your opinion show in the writing or the design, greatly disappointing you.

when you insisted on adding something you liked or thought would be better, bakugo would say something along the lines of, "shut up, you extra!"

this made you roll your eyes and say something as ferocious back at bakugo; bakugo's eyes narrowed at you. no one has ever fought back their argument; most of the time they would just let it go or simply not say anything. because of this, it made bakugo curious about you. but, of course, bakugo isn't going to show his interest in you.

"okay then, what do you fuckin’ think we should do?"

bakugo’s sudden cooperation surprised you, and although he didn’t say it nicely, you took it as a win. it made you see him in a different light. but you regained your composure and told the crimson-eyed man what you guys should add.

"i think we should add the past achievements of all might in this box." you pointed to a corner of the poster that contained information about the number one pro-hero.

and soon, the two of you were working on the project until five minutes had passed and the bell rang, indicating that the period was over. while you were cleaning up, bakugo pulled out his hand cockily, looking away at you. you stared at his hand, confused.

"give me your phone, you dumbass," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

you made a little oh, pulled out your phone, and gave it to bakugo. then you saw him typing some things before handing the phone back to you.

"my number. my house at 5 pm." once again, you gave him a confused look.

"to work on the project, dumbass, don’t be late." bakugo continued before leaving the classroom.

the school day ended and you were walking through the neighborhoods to meet bakugo for the project. you looked at your phone after hearing your gps say, "you have reached your destination." but you were more confused than ever.

the address that bakugo sent should be around here… you wildly looked around; you don’t know what bakugo’s house looks like. so you weren’t sure which place to knock on.

until you saw a blonde woman with spikey hair walk out of her house, she looked identical to bakugo. you walked up to the front of her house, trying to catch her attention.

"um, excuse me. are you the mother of bakugo?" you asked, internally hoping she was because if she weren’t, that would be extremely embarrassing.

the blonde woman seemed surprised by her facial expression, but her face soon morphed into a smug one.

"yes, i am. are you here to see katsuki?" she asked, her grin slowly getting wider by the second when she sees you nod.

"katsuki!" bakugo’s mother yelled, starting to walk inside. "a special someone is here to see you!"

a few seconds later, you would hear bakugo grumbling. he rubs his left eye as he tiredly walks outside until he sees you, at which point you can physically see him become more awake.

"oh yeah, the project... come inside." bakugo trailed off before turning around even before you could get a word in.

bakugo’s mother unlocked the gate to allow you to walk in with a genuine smile on her face. "welcome! i wish katsuki told me someone as attractive as you were coming over!" his mother commented while she walked inside to put away some stuff that was out of place.

"katsuki’s room is just down the hall to the right. if you need anything, i’ll be here in the living room." mitsuki gestured to the couch, and you noticed the television on; perhaps she was watching tv before going outside and noticing you.

you thanked mitsuki for her hospitality and started walking down to meet bakugo. along the way, you would see picture frames of the bakugo family. you saw a photo of a very young bakugo, most likely aged three to five. when bakugo’s fire quirk was manifested in front of his kindergarten class, you also noticed a green curly-haired boy in the same picture, one of your classmates, midoriya.

you smiled at the photo and then continued walking to find bakugo’s bedroom. when you reached bakugo’s door, you knew automatically by the small all might symbol on his door. you knocked on the door, and you would hear a loud ‘come in, dumbass.’

you opened the door and saw him sitting on his bed. you looked around his room. it looked like any other bedroom, but with hints that it was bakugo’s room. like his all-black clothes closet or the all might mini poster beside his bed and the black sheets.

you pull the poster for your project from your bag and lay the paper on his study desk. you continued to work on the project when bakugo came up to help you out.

"thank you for having me!" you bowed at mitsuki before heading out.

when you reach for the doorknob, she stops you and tells you to wait. she calls out very loudly, "BAKUGO!"

bakugo would then angrily walk down to the front door to be scolded, "bakugo, why are you leaving such a lovely person to walk home all alone!? at seven p.m.!? walk them home at least. where are the manners i taught you?!"

bakugo would groan at his mother’s nagging but agreed, not wanting to be berated by her any further. bakugo quickly grabs his black coat from his room and sharply brings it outside.

bakugo let out a puff of air, putting his hands in his pockets as he started to walk away from his house. you stayed on his porch, watching him until, like usual, he would yell at you.

"are you going to fuckin’ walk with me or what?" bakugo cursed.

"yeah, wait for me."

one time when you two were working on the project, again, in bakugo’s house. the atmosphere was quiet and serene; bakugo was taking over the poster, of course, but you were just chilling, leaning on bakugo’s study desk while he was writing some information you didn't know but, quite frankly, don't care about.

"hey, you know what animal you look like?"

"i don’t know, but i don't care. shut up, you extra."

then you started leaning onto the desk, cupping your cheeks. "an angry pomeranian." ignoring bakugo’s comment.

"no, i don’t."

"if you say so, pomeranian."

"STOP CALLING ME THAT! YOU EXTRA!"

throughout working on the project, everyone started to notice how close you started with bakugo. you would randomly come up to bakugo while walking in the hallway and cooly put your arm around bakugo’s shoulder.

"hey pomeranian." you greet the man, and you can see bakugo’s face contort to even more anger than the usual angry face bakugo holds.

bakugo shrugs off your arm much to your dismay, and glares at one of the boy students who was ogling you. "i told you to stop calling me that fuckin’ name."

the chronic angry boy’s vision turns back to you, who had no idea what bakugo was looking at. you were just rambling about whatever was on your mind until bakugo mutters,

"whatever."

and starts walking away faster, leaving you alone in the hallway.

and of course, the students and your teacher were surprised by the compliance of bakugo, had he never listened to anyone else. so once again, your teacher made you pair up with the angry man, much to his dismay.

"ugh, i’ve paired up with you again! shitty extra!?"

"seems so, angry pomeranian."

"i told you to stop calling me that!"

"well you persist in calling me an extra, so i’ll start calling you an angry pomeranian," you smirked, proud of yourself for being able to come up with such a nickname.

afterward, bakugo mumbled something so quiet that you weren’t able to tell what he said. you leaned even closer to him, and the tips of his ears are red from your proximity.

"nothing! you shitty extra, you can’t even fuckin’ hear well."

but what you didn’t know was that he mumbled out your last name. 

when you two were working, it was quiet. a serene atmosphere; you two are hard at work trying to finish the gigantic poster. until you yawned as you stretched, you looked outside, and it was sunset at the brink of nightfall.

you started packing and putting your stuff away, then you said, "i think we worked on this enough. we’ll work more on this tomorrow; see ya’."

you bid goodbye to the man who only gave you a nod to acknowledge you. to be honest, you thought he would at least offer to walk home with you. it's night already, and he doesn’t care if you go out alone? you thought bakugo at least had some decency.

you sighed—why did you even expect such things from bakugo? you pushed aside your disappointment and made your way out the door before mitsuki stopped you. she handed you one of her thickest coats.

"here, it’s getting really cold out there. and thank you for hanging out with my son." she gave you a warm, motherly smile. until you heard bakugo,

"we're not hanging out, mom!"

"shut up!" she yelled back that even though she was kind to you, she was mean as bakugo towards his son.

"go ahead now and stay safe!" she bid you goodbye while you started walking out the door.

"three students want to apply to ua high school." your homeroom teacher lazily commented, handing out application papers from ua. it was the next day, and of course, your homeroom teacher had to call out everyone's dream high school.

your homeroom teacher first walks up to bakugo and gives him one of the papers. to be honest, you knew bakugo wanted to be the number one hero, even if it meant defeating all might. the second paper your teacher passed out was midoriya, which you were pretty pleasantly surprised about. you knew he wanted to be like all might, but you didn’t know that he was willing to try out the testing even if midoriya did not even have a quirk manifested.

in your midst of shock, you could see a fuming bakugo in the corner of your eyes. oh, bakugo won’t like this. you thought. since you were stuck in your thoughts, you didn’t notice your teacher walking up to you and handing you the third and final paper.

with the suspense over, the class turned into almost a riot. you would hear complaints from your classmates left, right, and center.

"midoriya wants to apply to ua even without a quirk?!"

"why does midoriya even try?!"

"deku is so overconfident."

you felt pity for the green, curly-headed man. you knew he was extremely embarrassed by this situation. but this pity would turn into embarrassment when you would hear snickers about yourself from your classmates as well.

"them? what are they going to do with a camera quirk?!"

"midoriya and they have the audacity. i would not even think about applying to ua with quirks. did i say quirks? i mean a quirk. like them."

your classmates kept on snickering until you stood up abruptly and slammed your fists onto your desk. you walked out of your class without saying another word, leaving bakugo emotionally looking at your empty desk.

the next day, you weren't at school at all, but you appeared at bakugo’s door after school.

"hey." you greeted by setting down your backpack in the corner of bakugo’s room.

once again, bakugo just greeted you with a nod; he was laying in bed on his phone. bakugo decided not to pry into your little outburst yesterday, because, well, for two reasons: he could tell you were sore on that subject, and, well, it wasn’t his business to snoop into. ultimately decided to finally finish the project you two have been working on for so long.

now that you two are almost done with the whole thing, it was your last time coming to bakugo’s place. doing the finishing touches, you pushed your pen on the previous stroke to exaggerate and dramatize that you two were finally done with the project.

the whole time you and bakugo were working on the project, there was complete silence, sometimes broken by bakugo’s mother knocking on the door every thirty minutes or so to check if you needed anything. other than that, you talked less compared to the other partner sessions.

bakugo spoke when he was walking you home again (thanks to mitsuki once again).

"stupid, if you ever want to vent. i’m here, you know?" bakugo offered hesitantly as if he didn’t want to show that he cares about you.

you smiled at his sentence, with bakugo trying to comfort you even if his voice showed the opposite. he is trying, you suppose.

"thanks, pomeranian."

"I AM NOT-"

-

"hey bakugo."

you called out his name casually, you two walking home from a study session once again, the stars painting the dark sky. bakugo lets out a hum to acknowledge you. 

"let’s go somewhere before i go home." you didn’t let bakugo reply as you excitedly wrapped your hand around bakugo’s wrist and dragged him somewhere. anywhere. not feeling bakugo making your hand intertwined with his.

you and bakugo ended up at a park after a few minutes. you've got a brilliant idea to stargaze for a while. you let go of his hand and lay down on the cold grass, catching a glimpse at bakugo, who wordlessly lay down next to you.

but before he did that, bakugo took off his black jacket,

"sit up first."

bakugo commanded, and you sat up, following his instructions, thinking he would put his sweater on you. instead, bakugo laid the sweater behind you. then bakugo would come to lie next to you, laying on half of his jacket.

with both of his arms behind his neck, he spoke, "are you going to lay down or what extra?"

with his comment, you laid down on the other half of his jacket, feeling touched. you expected something else, but bakugo gesture was equally sweet.

you two lay in silence, admiring the stars and the bright full moon. until bakugo spoke once again,

"why do you want to become a hero?"

his voice was calm, you weren’t used to hearing bakugo’s tone, so you turned your head at him. bakugo wasn’t looking at you; he was just looking at the sky blankly with furrowed eyebrows.

"i guess it's like most people who also want to be a hero. i want to make people smile; i want to save people without making them worry about me. and to be the best, of course, all might inspire me and many other people. why do you want to be a hero?"

"simply, just to beat all might. to be better than him."

"then let’s make a promise together," this piqued bakugo’s curiosity.

"let's always train together no matter what.."

you pulled out your pinky finger. bakugo scoffed, why would he have to agree to that? bakugo can easily be the number one hero by himself. but he would soon find himself connecting his pinky finger with yours, bakugo would feel entranced by the moonlight shining on your face and that small, genuine smile. bakugo wanted to. no, bakugo felt like he had to agree to your promise.

so bakugo linked his pinky finger with yours.

ever since then, you and katsuki became closer. katsuki tolerates you now. although, he would still call you ‘shitty extra’ it is still much better than what he would call other people. and to your surprise, you, along with midoriya got accepted to ua high school, unlike what most of your classmates would gossip about. (katsuki was no surprise, to be honest.)

you would stick with katsuki throughout the beginning of the semester, but as you started to gain more friends. you would slowly start to hang out with them more, sometimes tired of dealing with the hothead. but you would still hang out with the blonde-haired man from time to time when your sanity was intact.

the first time your classmates learned that you knew katsuki even before ua was when katsuki went up behind you holding something wrapped.

"extra, my mom made lunch for you." 

hearing such a raspy voice, you automatically knew the voice belonged to katsuki. from the ‘special’ nickname katsuki gave you and the way he spoke. therefore, katsuki coming up to you was no surprise, but what surprised you was his mom making lunch for you.

after katsuki dropped off the food his mom made for you, katsuki passed your seat to go to his, which was in front of you. he could catch sight of the wide eyes or smirks coming from his ‘friends’, which caused katsuki to scold them,

"what are you looking at, shitty heads?!" whacking them with a notebook he pulled out from his bag.

"nothing," denki smirked at his friend, the electric quirk friend, who was neglecting his pencil and the homework he was working on to gossip about his angry prone friend.

"it's just… since when did your mom know about them? i know you two are friends and all, but have they met your mother already?" denki teased, raising an eyebrow, a smirk plastered onto his face. although katsuki is highly aggressive, denki doesn’t care if he gets beaten to a pulp for it. denki would take it for some giggles and laughs.

"shut up, pikachu." katsuki grumbled while crossing his arms.

once the attention was off of him, katsuki glanced at your seat without turning his head and saw a beaming smile coming from you. it was one of your favorite foods that you mentioned to his mother one time while you two were bonding in the past. katsuki grinned at the sight before turning his attention back to the board.

what you didn’t know was that katsuki was the one who made that lunch for you.

"please tell auntie i loved her cooking and say thank you!" you handed katsuki the clean tupperware the day after he gave you lunch. you gave the tupperware the day after katsuki gave you the surprise; cleaning the platter out of courtesy, the gesture was the least you could do.

you came up to katsuki before class started.

"here’s the thing; she made you lunch again." he lazily pulls out another lunch box made for you.

"god i can already tell i’m the favorite one out of the two of us." you joked, nudging the already-annoyed katsuki.

"whatever." katsuki scoffed while taking the clean lunchbox he gave you yesterday.

today, unlike yesterday, mitsuki made you a small snack in the shape of your favorite animal. the food was so detailed, it must’ve taken forever for bakugo’s mother to make it.

"it's so cute! thank you!" you admired the craftsmanship that went into it.

well, it was true. katsuki woke up at the brink of dawn to make something special for you. the reason why katsuki decided to do this was as a way to get closer and talk to you more, but he used his mother as an excuse to do so.

you noticed katsuki has gotten softer toward you after a few months; he gets angry at you less, and he is ever so slightly touchy with you.

it was the aggressive type of touchy, of course.

whenever katsuki would need to grab your attention, he would nudge you lightly on your stomach.

"(y/n)."

you came out of your thoughts to see bakugo’s concerned yet somehow angry expression on his face. katsuki would also start to say your actual name instead of the nickname he gave you years ago.

"what happened?" you groaned as you scanned your surroundings. you were in the recovery girl’s room.

katsuki reached out for his hand, which you grabbed onto, and he pulled you up so hard to the point that you stumbled over. but luckily, katsuki caught you in his arms.

the scene and the situation could be in a korean drama. this is the part where the male lead would stare at the female lead’s lips, and they slowly leaned in to kiss, but then they both were interrupted by something. no? 

katsuki dropped you on the floor.

"ow man, what was that for?" you groaned, picking yourself up from the fall and the embarrassment.

"i thought you had your balance after i caught you." katsuki shrugged; not an ounce of remorse was found in his voice. if anything, katsuki sounded like he was about to laugh.

"sure." you sarcastically replied, rolling your eyes with a small smile on your face.

you saw katsuki snicker with a smile on his face before once again reaching out his hand to help you up. but this time the gesture finally ended you up on your feet, hand in hand.

the day katsuki got revealed as the lunch maker instead of his mother was unexpected to both you and him.

mitsuki had invited you over because she hadn’t seen you in a while and she would love to catch up with you. so on a sunday night, you came over to the bakugo’s house, but this time, only for mitsuki.

when you arrived, bakugo’s mother would greet you by the door with a big smile and a wave.

"hi, aunt! is katsuki here today?"

"no, he’s out with his friends right now." she replied, letting you inside. "why?"

"oh, i had to give back the tupperware from the lunch you made for me, but i might as well give it to you!" you exclaimed, pulling out the plastic box and showing it to mitsuki. while going to sit on the couch in the living room.

mitsuki raised her eyebrows in confusion. "lunch? i've never made you lunch before," she asked confusedly, coming to sit down next to you.

"really?" you asked in disbelief and shock.

"it's probably katsuki making you those lunches!" mitsuki exclaimed, not knowing she had just snitched on her son.

"oh, i see." after that, you would chat with katsuki’s mother as if she were your mother. you would hear someone entering the house.

"get out of my house (y/n)!"

after that day, katsuki as usual would give you once again another lunch that "his mother" had made. even though you know the food was from him this time around.  katsuki looked nervous for some reason, even though he didn’t show any signs of it. you can tell how he had his hands behind his back after he gave you lunch. you can tell how he was looking at everything around you, but not exactly at you.

"do you want to say something?" you questioned, tilting your head slightly sideways.

this made bakugo’s eyebrows furrow even deeper than usual. as if katsuki was hesitating to do something. katsuki hesitating? that is so out of character for the stubborn and impulsive man.

katsuki soon after denied your inquiry by shaking his head no. but with the deafening silence shortly after, katsuki would blurt out,

"i’m going to take you out on a date this friday. i am not taking no for an answer."

then katsuki would walk away from you and leave you speechless.

katsuki has yet to tell you where or when you should meet.

so you stood in the common room of the ua dorms on friday at noon sharp, wearing one of the best outfits you thought would fit the occasion, and your hair was styled perfectly.

waiting for bakugo was kind of awkward because what if the date was supposed to be later? all of your classmates would’ve seen you dressed up, waiting for something or someone for hours.

but luck was on your side today because you would see katsuki descend the stairs coming from his dorm. katsuki looked more put together than usual; he wore his black shirt as per usual, but he wore a fake black varsity jacket that had a white skull on the back of it. for his bottoms, he wore light-wash jeans, with, of course, a black belt surrounding his jeans. but his hair stayed the same.

"so where are we going?"

bakugo continued to walk out of the ua dorms, making you jog up to him to catch up with him. "you ready to hike?"

"what?" you asked in disbelief, but it sounded more like a statement. hiking? on the first date?

"it’ll be short and easy." he turned to you with a small smile showing on his face; for a second, it looked like he was filled with admiration. making you slightly flustered from his unusual face of adoration, along with his tone.

"you promise?" you asked, still in doubt about the hike.

"i promise."

katsuki was right. compared to the vigorous training you guys do daily; the hike was a piece of cake. although the hike was easy, the duration of it was pretty long. after a minute or so, katsuki took one more step and told you, "we’re here."

this caused you to look at your surroundings. at the peak of the hike, the sun was already setting. painting the usual blue skies orange and pink. you can see an udon shop at the corner of your eye, along with surprisingly, grassy patches. there were barely any people, and when you walked to the edge of the mountain hill thing, you looked out to see the busy city traffic and the tall buildings. the view looked so beautiful from up here.

"how did you find this place, kats?" you were in awe at the view. he turned to you and looked at you as if the answer was obvious.

"you know i like hiking. one day, i just found this special gem. c'mon go find a spot to sit while i’ll get udon. what do you like?"

you said your preferred type of udon, and he nodded, and walked away from you. you found a spot right below a tree, but a bit further by the edge to keep the view.

a few minutes later, katsuki would come back with two steaming hot udon. he passed you your share of the noodles, and he sat down with his. you two would sit in silence, enjoying the noodles and the view.

"you know, i know that you're making those lunches instead."

"WHAT-"

as the sun sets, the moon and the stars appear in the sky. the city lights appear brighter than ever. the view was even more breathtaking than the sunset.

you two get ice cream after as a dessert, and you two start walking back to the dorm. katsuki would have willingly walked you to your dorm, but he said no word and just led you there.

"thank you, kats for the date. i loved it," you said after reaching outside of your dorm.

now you felt a sudden awkwardness in the air, like the romance cliches you would read or watch. you finally understood the leads after a first date and how they would just stand there awkwardly.

should i kiss him? no that's too much for a first date. hug him? no katsuki isn't a hugger. until you suddenly gained an idea of how to say goodbye to your friend.

you leaned in and gave him a peck on his right cheek, "i had fun." you spoke quickly before running to your dorm quickly after being a bit freaked out by your actions.

hopefully, katsuki didn’t mind that physical affection...

outside your door, katsuki has yet to move a spot or even look anywhere else from where you stood before running into your room. katsuki slowly raises his right hand to touch where you kissed him.

he loved that peck on his cheek.

-

you were having an english study session with ejiro; you didn’t pass your recent english pop quiz, and yamada sensei wasn’t exactly happy with it. but studying with kirishima wasn’t the best idea since he isn't the best at english either.

you two were conversing in english until you saw your phone light up in the corner of your eye.

"hold on, eji."

the reason for your phone going off was because of katsuki.

bakugo: what do ya want’

then would bakugo would send a photo of multiple loaves of bread near each other.

bakugo: ask shitty hair, if he wants one too.

you replied to bakugo telling him your preferred loaf, and you showed ejiro your phone, and he pointed to one of the loaves of bread in the photo and said, "ooh! that one!"

once you told bakugo the choices both of you made, you put your phone down and went back to studying.

"you know bakugo wouldn’t do that for any other person, right? not even his friends."

after some more not-flirty encounters, you decided to just ask the big question yourself. you know that katsuki’s pride is big enough to only ask you out on a date.

your plan was simple: just to ask him out in a nice setting at the perfect time. but lately, there seemed to be no perfect time to do so.

"hey, kats, i need to tell you-"

"bakugo, what are you waiting for? let's go." sero said, gesturing to the door.

to be fair, sero is a nice guy, and he didn’t notice you talking to him, otherwise, he would've profusely apologized, but at the time, you hated sero.

you were eating lunch alone just for one day because your social battery was draining out when bakugo comes up to you and says, "hey."

"hi ka-"

"oh my god (y/n)! i need your help in english pleasee." ejiro runs up to you.

"why not later?"

"it's due today, pleaseeee."

you sigh, "sorry, kats, let's talk another time, hm?" you leave before katsuki could even get a word in the conversation.

finally, after class, katsuki was rushing to the bathroom when katsuki crashed into you.

"oh hey, kats!"

"hey (y/n)," katsuki said in a panicked voice. you finally decided to confess to him, even if the situation didn’t seem perfect enough. you needed to confess to katsuki. unfortunately, because of this, you didn't notice katsuki’s state of panic.

"so i want to—"

"can we talk another time? i have to pi-"

"i like you; please be my boyfriend," you said hurriedly.

"yes" he agreed before running away to the men’s bathroom.

while the events leading up to the two of you finally becoming into a romantic relationship was the most unexpected confession you wished for, you’re happy to finally be in a relationship with your crush after basically four years.

the beginning stages of a relationship are, most of the time, always awkward. the changes katsuki had made after becoming your boyfriend were little to none. katsuki still acted the same around you, and you were a bit shy whenever katsuki was around. which was extremely abnormal for you... not so for katsuki on his end though.

the only new thing after becoming in a relationship was that you two spent more time together. during lunchtime and whenever you felt like being with katsuki, you would sit next to him.

but what you most liked after becoming in a relationship was the late-night walks with katsuki. late night walks with katsuki wasn't often; katsuki liked to sleep early for the intensive training the next day. but there were some days when kats couldn’t sleep. he never told you any reason why he might've been unable to sleep, but you didn't mind it. you didn't want to pressure him to say anything if he wasn’t comfortable with it.

of course, no one knew about this, but it was thrilling. for bakugo to sneak to your room past curfew, and you two sneak out of the dorm to just admire the stars. you two never went past the ua gates or even the dorm buildings, but it's fun to break the rules sometimes.

"aren’t you curious why you can't sleep on random days of the month?" katsuki asked after the silence of walking on the pavement. you can hear owls hooting in the night before you respond.

"of course i am kats, but you never mention them, and i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable."

"you know you can ask when you want to, right?"

you didn't say anything in response, because of how cold you realized you were. you didn’t mean to, but you made an audible shiver. doing nothing of it, you continued walking until you felt a sudden warmth and the smell of caramel. the caramel scent must’ve been from katsuki’s quirk, as you assumed. katsuki just gave you his jacket.

"are you sure you wouldn’t be cold kats?"

"i’ll be fine. now shut up and take it."

another day of training in class 1a, and you were having a tougher time compared to usual. your sparring partner completely read all of your moves and dominated you. you asked for a mini-break to gather your thoughts and catch your breath.

katsuki who was in the stands watching you went down to where you were to help ease your mind. when katsuki reached the room you were in, he saw you having a slight panic attack. he walked up to you and cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "hey, hey, hey, look at me."

you looked into dilated crimson eyes, unlike before, when his eyes would usually be small from how many times he felt angry. "you got this, just breathe in and out. analyze your opponent. are they long-range? short-range? change your moves now and then, okay?"

you and katsuki hear a whistle being blown, letting you know that the break is over and to come back. katsuki gives you an award-winning smile and kisses you on your forehead before letting you go: "go get them, tiger."

because of katsuki, you feel energized. feeling like you can take on the world. and you just did that. but because katsuki was so worried about you, he forgot to prepare for the upcoming spar with him and todoroki, so katsuki almost lost the fight. you knew he almost lost because of you and felt terrible for it.

now, you aren’t normally a jealous type of person. but the trees are starting to blossom into cherry blossom trees. that means it's confession season, or, more precisely, love season. while this was a perfect time for you and katsuki to go on a date. you know katsuki isn't necessarily an outsider; he is pretty popular even if he doesn't like it.

you never realized how popular katsuki was until you heard someone else confess to him right in front of you.

you two were walking toward the cafeteria after homeroom, and after leaving 1a, your hand grazed bakugo’s hand. you felt an instant spark, and it wasn’t because of bakugo’s quirk. you wanted to feel it again, so this time you purposefully but sneakily touched the back of your hand against his once again.

okay, perhaps you weren’t sly enough because you would hear katsuki sigh in annoyance and then fully lace your hands with his.

"if you just want to hold my hand, you don't need to fuckin hesitate." katsuki deadpanned, but when he knew you looked away from him, you could see a small smile forming on his face.

just barely reaching the cafeteria doors, a person taps on bakugo’s back, and katsuki turns around, not breaking the connection between your hands. you didn’t notice, but bakugo’s face hardened. well, not hardened, but with the same face, he would make compared to anyone else besides you. you notice them holding a piece of paper decorated with hearts.

"i like you; please go out with me!" the person bowed deeply, handing out the piece of paper to bakugo, completely ignoring the fact that you were there and ignoring the fact that you two are holding hands as this is happening.

the AUDACITY. your jaw drops at the person confessing to your boyfriend, right in front of you. "no."

-

you two would walk to class together when you saw a huge chocolate box covering katsuki’s whole desk. both of you walked up to it. you were curious about it, but katsuki simply had to walk there since it was his seat.

you notice a note on top of the box of chocolates,

‘i can be so much better.’

is all that the note said. you said nothing else and just walked away, keeping the note but letting katsuki keep the chocolates on his desk.

quite frankly, you didn’t care in a way that katsuki would in a way go for his new pursuer, but in another way, people thought katsuki can do so much better than teeny-tiny you.

-

"you know that i would never date an extra like them, right?" bakugo would say it randomly one day while he and you were chilling in your dorm.

you turned to katsuki with a confused look on your face until you realized what he was talking about. katsuki must have known that you weren’t feeling well because of his fans and their brutal words.

"i know, kats, it's just..." you sighed. "having multiple people belittle you when you have little to no confidence in the first place isn't exactly rewarding."

you smashed your face onto your pillow, not feeling like seeing what katsuki’s face would morph into, not feeling like seeing his pity or anything like that. instead, you heard katsuki shuffle out of the bed, which made you pull yourself up from the pillow.

"what are you doing?"

"come on, i’ll make your favorite food."

-

"i don't know eji; i really like him, but his fans are really getting to me." you sighed as you cupped your face while lying down on ejiro’s bed.

you two were normally hanging out like usual in his dorm when ejiro turned around from his office chair.

"if you really love him, you will fight for him, (n/n)," he said seriously, saying your nickname to assure you he wasn’t mad at you or scolding you.

"i do eji, and i want to, but... you sighed.

you felt strained for the rest of the upcoming weeks, and as much as you love to see the flowers bloom in the spring, you were already excited for confession season to be over.

you were quieter around katsuki lately, bakugo observed. whenever he would offer something of his or ask you a question, you would usually give one-word answers.

"i was thinking about going to visit the old hag this weekend; do you want to come?" katsuki asked mindlessly as he was scrolling through his phone while you two were chilling on his bed doing whatever.

you hummed in response; you miss your basically, second mother to death. but if you even step foot into the bakugo’s house, mitsuki will immediately be able to tell that something is wrong.

you hummed, letting katsuki know that you were thinking about his proposal. "i’ll think about it, kats." was all you said before going back to scrolling on your phone.

this response from you is unusual, especially since his mother is mentioned and he knows you adore her. he expected you to automatically agree with katsuki and visit her. right when bakugo was going to ask what was wrong, you got up and told him you had to do something for kirishima. leaving katsuki all alone in his room, confused and worried.

the more you thought about it, the less appealing the idea of dating bakugo became. If you're already bothered by one fan of bakugo saying that he can do so much better, what will happen when katsuki does become a hero? when are there going to be tons of people fawning over him?

this caused your energy to leave your body; it seemed like you’d been so tired lately, just wanting to lay in bed and do nothing.

"wake up~ we have to train today, and aizawa sensei said everyone has to be there.

"ejiro, i don't want to." the tone of your voice has sounded sad and exhausted lately, kirishima noted.

"let's go lazy butt," ejiro said before pulling off the covers of your bed and grabbing ahold of your arms, forcefully dragging you out of your bed.

you lay on the floor of your room, face down, readying yourself to get up. groaning, you finally pulled yourself up, and you let your shoulders sag at the sight of ejiro.

"here, i’ll help you get ready." ejiro gets your school uniform and lays it out on your bed. "get dressed."

kirishima then turns around to face a wall to allow you to change out of your sleeping clothes. when you signal him that you are done changing, he sits you down on your chair and grabs any hair tool that will help your hair. until ejiro finally deems that your hair is neat enough.

ejiro then grabs the first skincare product you always use and starts applying it to your face. ejiro has watched you do your skincare for so long, he knows it by heart. after some more skin care products, kirishima pulls you up and walks you to class 1a.

when you and kirishima pull up to class 1a late, katsuki can't help but raise an eyebrow at this. he knows you two are best friends, ejiro even being friends with bakugo himself, but with the way you have been acting around him lately, katsuki can't help but think that maybe something is happening between you two.

when class is over, katsuki pulls you to the side as everyone starts to leave the classroom. when katsuki was fully sure no one was in earshot, bakugo starts to speak, "i can't believe i’m fuckin asking this, but, is there something going on between you and fuckin shitty hair?"

"what?" your eyebrows furrowed, and you were in disbelief. out of everyone, katsuki bakugo is asking if you, his significant other, and his own best friend have chemistry with each other.

"i can’t believe you would think of ejiro and me like that. remember? your friend from junior high?" you pointed your index finger at yourself, leaning forward and inching closer to katsuki’s face. your face contorted into anger even more when katsuki still had a face full of accusation and doubt.

"talk to me when you have come to your senses." you leaned back, standing straight with no emotion in your voice.

as you reached the door, you turned around to face your boyfriend. "and you know eji wouldn’t ever betray you like that." 

you closed the door, leaving katsuki in his thoughts. alone.

-

"i’m sorry," all bakugo said, inviting himself over to your room.

"i wasn’t in the right mind. you’ve been acting weird lately, and i jumped to conclusions way too quickly." katsuki looked at the floor while saying all of his apologies.

you sighed looking at bakugo’s figure; you knew how hard it must be for bakugo to put his pride (a big one at that.) down and apologize.

you smiled, your arms spreading out for a hug, "come here, kats."

katsuki comes in for a hug.

-

even though you two mended things, the relationship felt a bit off compared to before. perhaps it was because you two aren’t in the honeymoon stage of the relationship anymore, or maybe it was because of the accusation katsuki made. because of this, you lost faith in katsuki. what if he did find someone better?

unintentionally, you find yourself hanging out with your friends way more than usual. because if you were even around him, the negative thoughts would start to seep into your mind.

"hey (y/n)-"

"hey, midoriya!" you called out, even though you completely heard katsuki. 

"oh hey (y/n)! what's up?" deku turned around to chat with you.

"i need help with-" 

and then katsuki would hear your voice fade off as you and his rival walked off in the school hallways.

once when you were walking alone in the hallways, the fan who confessed to katsuki right in front of you crossed paths with you.

"oh… it’s you," they said with disgust in their voice.

while you said nothing, they continued to talk, stopping whatever they needed to do and saying, "honestly, i don't know why you're still dating him. you’re holding him back with that weird quirk of yours."

"really-"

"what do you mean, 'really'? haven’t you seen bakugo holding back because of you? he would stop and help you instead of going to where he should be."

the fan would leave right after, leaving you alone.

"what if i am holding katsuki back?" you whispered to yourself.

-

"we should break up," you said sharply, trying to look at anything but the man in front of you.

there was a big awkward silence; you didn't know what to do. you looked down and started twiddling with your thumbs. after what felt like hours passed by, bakugo finally speaks up, but you can hear his voice wavering.

"w-why?" 

"you and i are no match for each other; you belong in the pro-hero world. i belong… here."

you gestured to the things around you, saying how common they are, like you. that’s what you thought. you saw bakugo’s face harden up.

"if it's really easy for you to break off a relationship, then so be it."

bakugo then walked away, leaving your house through the door, not letting you explain in further detail. you were at the age of seventeen, letting go of your first love.

and there goes your first love.

your mental health has been declining ever since then, even though you're the one who decided to break off the relationship. between you and bakugo, it seemed like you were the one broken up with.

the next day, when you attended class. bakugo looked as normal as ever, showing no signs of experiencing a breakup with someone of four years. perhaps he never loved you.

this insecurity of yours transferred over to the capabilities of your quirk to be a pro-hero. any confidence and hopes of being a hero were shattered after your practice training with kirishima ended terribly.

"what’s wrong with you today? something’s wrong?" kirishima kneeled to your face after pushing you a bit too hard during the training.

kirishima scans your body to see if you have any injuries and sends you to the recovery girl. seeing such a concerned face made you start to tear up. you’ve been keeping all of your emotions inside for a while. and for someone to ask you if you were okay, even if it weren’t mentally. it was your last straw.

"i can’t anymore." you got up and ran away from your peers.

and for days, you never appeared for class after that. mina was pestering aizawa to tell them where you went or if you were okay. and after many trials, aizawa finally caved in, annoyed to the point of finally spilling the beans to his students.

"your former classmate has decided to drop out of ua high school." aizawa announced in a monotone voice, sounding tired as expected.

silence.

no one said a word. if someone were to want to say anything, they would've just been nervous by the atmosphere after hearing the news their teacher had dropped them. everyone in ua seemed so determined to be a hero, no matter the circumstances or how much they were being held back.

bakugo’s eyes widened; if someone were to see him, they would be able to see the guilt and pity in his eyes. but never said a word. then his face contorted into the angry face he would always put on.

bakugo would continue his hero training course without you. unlike the promise you two had made in the past.

the journey after that was hard after you left ua. many people questioned why you left such a prestigious school and what your quirk was, but you kept it to yourself. you didn't know where to pick yourself up after your group was out and left your whole friend group. (minus kirishima; you didn’t have the heart to push him away from you.)

you stayed home for a few weeks feeling numb. you never thought about what happens if you give up on that whole pro-hero career thing. you were so dedicated to being one that the thought of being something else never crossed your mind.

soon you came to your senses; you can’t live like this forever. you started to look for part-time jobs; what else do you want to be? you didn’t know; every other occupation seemed mediocre at best, and you couldn’t see yourself loving any other job.

"maybe you can use something about that quirk of yours? since you’re used to using it a lot… back then. maybe you can use that as your occupation!" ejiro thought after hearing your concerns.

ejiro and you were face timing after you heard that crazy villainous fight he participated in, and of course, you had to check up on him. somehow, you ended up ranting about your current concerns to ejiro after the usual small talk, and ejiro ended up coming up with that idea.

it took you a few minutes to think about what ejiro had said. and the more you thought about it, the better the idea sounded. you smiled brightly at ejiro’s face.

"that's a brilliant idea, eji! thank you."

what can you do to make the most of your quirk? to some, the answer is quite obvious; to others, it is a camera quirk. has to be something in the film industry. you tried to think of the bare minimum of the hero thing. you could be a reporter, and more specifically, a reporter of pro-heroes; you already have connections to future pro-heroes. you still wished you could've been one.

you smiled bitterly at the thought. but what else could you do? you started searching for jobs that had to do with journalism.

you landed a place as an intern at a broadcasting station after a few years and started to work from the ground up there. from an intern to a scriptwriter to finally a news reporter at the age of twenty-two.

you had covered your past friends. reminiscing about the times when you all had fun with each other in ua high school. you didn’t cover just hero work. you were there for major events or disasters.

you would say life is going smoothly for you. until…

-

"bakugo is engaged?" you almost screeched in shock at the information you were just given by kirishima ejiro.

kirishima is one of the few classmates you still talk to from time to time. and the red-headed man has just dropped some news on you. you can tell he distances himself from his phone from your little shriek on the call. by the way, he spoke, but his voice sounded distant.

even though ejiro disliked your outburst, kirishima thought you should know an important event about your ex’s life. kirishima knew you still cared about him even if bakugo isn’t in your life anymore.

"thought i’d let you know." 

you can hear the pity in ejiro’s voice. but you were too shocked to care.

as long as katsuki is happy…

you didn’t know how much kirishima’s sudden news affected you. it was slow and painful. ejiro’s words would constantly echo in your mind throughout the day. when you are cooking your food, you just come up with the scenario of bakugo going onto one knee and putting a ring on his significant other.

you would think about how bakugo and his partner would first meet. was it love at first sight? was he happy in that relationship? you smacked yourself; of course, he is happy; bakugo proposed to them.

"shit my food is burning."

-

"are you fucking kidding me?" you whispered in shock.

every week, the team gives you a paper on who or what to cover for each week’s news broadcast. you were excited until you saw what segment you were covering. that was the number-two pro-hero, hot-headed, your ex. katsuki bakugo.

what the fuck are you going to do now? you haven't talked or even faced bakugo since your breakup. 

"since you used to attend ua, we thought you could interview an old friend!" your coworker squealed excitedly.

"and perhaps he’ll open up about his past since you know him." they leaned in whispering to you.

but of course, your co-workers didn’t know you and bakugo used to have a thing going on. you couldn’t blame them because you simply never told them.

you weakly smiled at your peer, hoping your uneasiness wasn’t obvious. 

how the fuck are you going to face your ex?

-

you reached katsuki’s agency, you looked up at the tall building. your nervousness expands even more than when you read that you were going to cover your ex for the whole day.

you focused on your breathing, trying to calm down your heart that was pounding faster than usual. when your breathing calmed down, you pulled on the doors and entered. you walked up to the reception and smiled at her.

"i’m here to interview dynamite." you showed the receptionist your identification card.

saying bakugo’s pro-hero name, "dynamite," left a weird taste in your mouth, you were so used to saying katsuki or bakugo. it just felt weird to say his pro-hero name, but if you were to say bakugo’s actual name, you would get blank stares.

"oh, you must be the reporter! come this way." 

she stood up from her desk and led you to bakugo’s office. and there you saw the blond spikey hair you learned to love so dearly. bakugo’s features have matured a bit since you last saw him, and you noticed some unfamiliar scars from bakugo’s past fights.

you can't help but look down at the floor to hide your smile after seeing bakugo’s shocked face. the receptionist bowed before exiting the room, which made you look up at bakugo.

"...hey dynamite, how are you?"

no matter how much you try to sound happy, you can't help but sound just a tinge of bitterness. you didn’t know what to call him because of… obvious reasons. but you can see bakugo visibly cringe at what you said.

"just call me katsuki, for old times' sake." 

he smiled at you, but you couldn’t tell whether it was a sad or a happy one. you didn’t know what you hoped for, to be honest. bakugo stood up from his chair to give you a handshake. it felt rougher and tougher compared to the last time you held hands with him. 

"you probably know what we’re going to do, but just to make sure you know. i will first interview you on your pro-hero life and your…" you trailed off. "and your younger days."

bakugo stayed quiet at your news. you didn’t know what he was thinking. but to be honest, you kind of hope he will mention something about you. bakugo nodded after a few minutes.

"let’s start, shall we?" 

you started setting up, making a camera appear on your right cheek. you held out your notebook and pen. bakugo straightened his posture and clamped his two calloused hands together.

"first question, what made you want to become a pro-hero?"

it took bakugo a few seconds to think about his carefully considered response. before opening his mouth to speak again.

"it was and still is my childhood dream. i would always see all might saving people being saved left and right on television when i was a child. and because of that, all might inspire me to become even better than our past number-one hero."

you look at the pre-written notes that your team has prepared in advance for you.

"with a man who is extremely headstrong and ambitious, was it hard to make and keep your friends?"

this time, bakugo didn’t need any time to think of his response.

"i never really sought out to make friends, even when i maintained a decent relationship with people. i have always denied that we were friends. like this one time, when i had a work-study in my first year of ua with shoto and deku with another previous number one pro-hero, endeavor, shoto’s father. and i forgot exactly the conversation leading up to it, but i would always angrily tell how "i’m not fuckin’ friends with shoto."

bakugo would do some air quotes until he looked a bit shocked and said, "wait, i’m allowed to curse right?" you just nodded in reply; you know you couldn’t stop bakugo from cursing anyways.

you would’ve thought bakugo would ever be considerate enough to think about his cursing with other people. you guessed that this is due to bakugo growing older. you also noticed his anger management issues have gotten a lot better. he argued less but was still headstrong and wouldn’t let anyone be better than him.

"okay, one last question before i would just follow you around for the day." 

you flipped a page over to the next question, which made your mouth drop open from the shock. you cursed your coworker in your mind; of course, they would ask such a personal question since you used to know bakugo. you quickly composed yourself and began to speak.

"now for a more personal question, with such a determined, hot-headed man, have you ever gotten into a relationship? are you in one at this time?"

bakugo’s eyes widened and he smiled awkwardly at you. "i’ve only been in two relationships my whole life. my first relationship was with my first love; i’ve loved them for four years, starting in middle school and continuing through high school. until they suddenly broke up with me."

bakugo lets out a pause, which lets you comment. "oh my god, i’m so sorry, dynamite." 

you truly are sorry, but seeing how bakugo ended up. perhaps it was a good thing to break up your relationship with bakugo. but all bakugo did was wave you off with a smile.

"it’s okay; i’ve gotten over them after a while. but thanks to them, i’ve met my wonderful fiance." bakugo smiled warmly, showing the diamond ring on his ring finger.

"congrats."

after spending an awkward day following your ex around, write down notes on what bakugo would do that can make him stand out compared to other heroes. but as the minutes pass, more regret and guilt arise from you.

you missed the blonde man so much. you missed following him around, it felt like middle school once again. working on a stupid project and coming over to his house often. as the sun starts to set, you wrap up your things and start to say goodbye to your once-loved.

"well, this is it." this will be the last time to ever see him again. you start to walk out until bakugo gently grabs your wrist, stopping you.

"before you go, i would like to get some closure. you know?" you turned around to fully face bakugo, letting go of the grip the man had on your wrist.

"why did you break up with me?"

"the reason is simple, kats: i felt like i was going to hold you back from reaching your full potential. so even though i still loved you, i let you go." you turn away from the man, feeling the tears starting to gather. you already know this isn’t going to end well for you.

"oh, and by the way, katsuki? congrats on your marriage, truly." your voice wavered, but you smiled widely, trying to cover up your unforgiving tone.

bakugo gave you a pitiful smile. normally, you would love seeing his smile, but this time you can’t help but feel anger well up inside of you. how dare bakugo smile at you as if he were still in love with you? how dare he look better than ever, as if you two never went through such a heartbreaking breakup? but you can’t help but feel even more anger at yourself. you felt yourself melt a little at how bakugo’s eyes crinkled, you truly still do love bakugo.

but he wasn’t yours anymore.

"thank you, y/n." you turned the doorknob of katsuki’s office. "goodbye, katsuki."

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Owl clan path ╝

Premise: The promise of a cure had never been this close, being the wisest of the forest clans, the answer might be around the corner, but what if you didn’t want to leave the forest any longer?

Word Count: 4764

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Your days in the Tengu village got cut short. Suga’s parents were very protective of their son and quickly snatched him away from you, even against his own wishes.

It would be a lie to say it didn’t bother you, you thought you’d get to be together for as long as your body would last, but you also understand how their parents might feel, they weren’t able to share his childhood with him, never saw him turn into an adult, it was only natural for them to want him back.

You stayed for a couple of weeks in Hinata-kun’s house as your wounds healed, they treated you like if you were part of the family, it was a shame you couldn’t stay longer, they resembled a normalcy you lost long time ago when you lost your parents to the sickness.

During that time, you grew closer to Tobio-kun, he had to do his morning deliveries around the village as part of his job, taking the freshly baked goods and milk as early as the sun would come out to every family. You were the first one to get up around the house and would greet him every morning with a smile on your face as you collected your daily breakfast.

“(Y/N), I must go up north by the end of the week. I’m running out of almonds for the milk production, they grow close to the Owl clan territory, would you like to go with me? Your condition seems to be getting worse every day I see you.” the permanent scowl on his face wavered with his words, he didn’t want to accept it, but he was starting to fear for your life. He’s gotten attached to you over your stay, this was the first time someone treated him this nicely, without judging him or scolding him every time he says something snarky. He didn’t want you to die just like that. The owls could do something, he at least wanted you to try.

“But what if it doesn’t work? I would rather die here with you guys than surrounded by the unknown…”

“I can stop by a few days later, after I’m done collecting the almonds. If you still hate it, you can come back with me. If not, then I go up there once a moon, I’ll go check on you and see if you want to come or stay after that. How does that sound?” he was really trying to get you to accept, it was unexpected coming from a man like him, but you could see the worry seeping through his entire self, and in all honesty, it sounded like a very good deal.

“Ok, let’s do this.” giving you a short approving nod, he left to continue with his morning route, leaving you to your thoughts, you didn’t have much to pack, but you had many new friends to say goodbye to.

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

The hike was easier than you expected, Tobio had done it on purpose choosing the lightest path up the mountain to lessen the exert on your weakened body.

It was faster also, he had told you it would take an entire day of walking, but it only took half, even when you stopped a few times to eat your packed lunch and to drink some water.

It didn’t occur to you until later that day that Tobio could have flown there, but he chose to walk just so you’d be more comfortable, always going at your pace, always checking back on you.

The Owl village was very different from the Tengu one, you could see that clearly just by stepping in it.

The most obvious difference was how there were no bridges, nor sidewalks, there also didn’t seem to be any sort of establishment or entertainment areas. There was one house per tree, though each of them was even more eccentric than the other. Some had three to six floors and you assumed they belonged to very large families, but you were wrong.

Tobio brought you up the biggest tree, right in the middle of the village, you were waiting for him outside the house in a large fancily decorated terrace while he went to call his acquaintance. The view of the village from up there was breathtaking, it reminded you how this clan had a magical expertise, everything was glowing even in the sunlight, it was out of this world beautiful.

Though you could see a few pairs of glowing yellowish eyes coming from multiple windows, all staring at you curiously without engaging, it was somewhat unsettling.

“(Y/N), this is Konoha-san, he is the one in charge of intervillage relations. Our village does a lot of trading with them, and he is the one that handles all of that. I told him about you, he offered to take you to their most promising sage and see if there’s something he could do for you. I’ll be back in two days. You’ll be in his care until then.” without waiting for your answer, he soared into the sky, and you lost sight of him within seconds.

“A pleasure to meet you, Konoha Akinori is the name. Before taking you to our sage, I need to stop by our leader’s house, he needs to approve this sort of procedures first or the sage won’t take you in.” bowing politely at him, you hummed in acknowledgement, still a bit weary of meeting so many new faces.

He swept you off your feet and took you over to the second largest building in the area, it was quite far, and you’ve never flown this much, it was actually pretty fun, you were starting to enjoy not having bridges around.

The leader’s house was nothing like Hinata-kun’s cottage, this one was five stories tall, the first floor being a very large office surrounded by all sorts of trinkets and spell books, everything was intriguing, bottles filled with colorful liquids, plants moving their leaves on their own as if they were alive, a stove heating some water seemingly running on magic and the temperature of the room changed depending on the area you were standing on.

“Bokuto, I brought you a pretty girl.” you gasped in horror, was he not the leader? This was way different than your previous encounter with one. Why did it matter if you were pretty or not?

“A whAT? Where would you even find a- OH MY GOD IS A PRETTY GIRL!!!” right before your eyes he moved into space in a second, not something everyone can do.

“HI, welcome to my village, my name is Bokuto Kotarou. What brings such a lovely human so up north?” his dashing smile and close proximity to your face made you blush and stutter a reply. Konoha took over and explained the entire situation before you could feel too overwhelmed by his leader.

“I see, then she’s here to see Akaashi….I knew this was too good to be true.” letting a loud sigh out, he collapsed on the floor, pouting like a small child.

“If you don’t mind, Bokuto-san, I actually find your office very interesting, maybe after my conversation with the sage, I could stop by once more and make you some company?” this resuscitated the Owl-man, he got up instantly, holding both of your hands to his chest. “Would you really? I would love that, yes. I’ll go pick you up from his house by dinner time then!” life went back into his lungs, he danced his way back to his desk, humming a silly melody, while Konoha gathered you in his arms once more to head his way.

The owls were very unique, that you could tell already.

Konoha gave this air of nobility, his robes were of prime fabrics, buttons and ribbons covered in gold and sparkles, his hair was combed to perfection and his skin was glowing under the sun rays, almost an ethereal kind of beauty.

Bokuto-san was also not like anything you’ve ever seen before but in a very different way than Konoha. His hair was two toned, his eyes a little crazy looking, but his smile was so warm, it felt like being directly shone by the sun itself. His interests also seemed different and he was pretty fun to be around.

Though, you still wondered why the village was so cut out from the rest. They could fly from one tree to the other that was a fact, but it still felt a bit lonely.

The sage lived just two trees down to the left, sadly your flying time got reduced this time around, but his house was even more breathtaking than the other two you just witnessed.

“Miss (Y/N), I will go back to my office. Please feel free to stop by my tree if you need anything. I do think you will be staying with our leader, but if you need a place to stay, I do have more than enough space.” he shot you a little wink before flying into the sunset. So that wasn’t just the village office center, it was his tree. Makes sense now.

“Hello there, human girl. Akaashi Keiji at your service.” he bowed, holding your hand up to his lips.

Now, that was different.

This village had it all.

“It’s a pleasure, I’ve been told you’re the best sage around.” your grateful smile and the way your cheeks were beautifully tinted pink, made him fluster just a little. He wasn’t used to having guests, let alone cute girls in his house.

“That’s what they say. I must tell you I have never come across a sickness like yours. The leader of the Tengu village sent a piece of parchment to me the other day explaining what it was and asking for our cooperation. But you are the first human girl I’ve ever encountered, I will need to do some testing first.” nodding, you walked inside his house mesmerized by the tall walls covered in books. His house was also five stories tall, but unlike the leader’s one, this one had nothing in the middle, you could see the five stories tall bookshelves covering every available piece of wall. There were no windows, only one door. His bed was a makeshift futon on top of some more books littering the floor. There was a large table on the middle housing all sort of goo and flasks with glittery smoke coming out of them, neon-colored plants and dusts covering said table.

“I understand, please go ahead, just let me know what I need to do.”

He proceeded to take some blood samples and check you overall health, weight, height. You spent a good couple of hours being looked at through a looking glass while he took notes on a floating parchment. You knew the owl clan was known for their magic even before coming here, but it was still a bit overwhelming to keep up with it all.

“AKAASHI! I came for my price. Where is she?”

“What do you mean your price, Bokuto-san? If you mean our sick guest, she’s right here.” moving to the side you gave him a shy looking smile, trying your best to avoid unhooking any of the things coming out of you at the moment.

“What are you even doing to this poor creature. My beautiful human girl. Don’t worry, I will save you from this crazy murderous sage.” his theatrical outburst made you chuckle, Akaashi sighing on the background.

“There’s no murderous sage here, just someone trying to cure her from imminent death. Now if you don’t mind, we are busy.” he resumed checking your vitals while adjusting the neon pink liquid dropping into an IV currently connected to your arm.

“Oh, but I do mind. I had our dinner made by the most renounced chef of the village. My sister! She came all the way from the outer rim of the village just to cook for her. So, unplug her from all that crap. It’s an order.” his tone went from fluffy and light to heavy and demanding.

Akaashi couldn’t defy his commands, it was basically the only rule around, he had to listen.

“Bring her tomorrow morning, I need to run some more tests. I might have a plan developing but I need to be sure of some things.” now completely unhooked and ready to leave, you got up, though your legs gave in. “Gotcha.” Bokuto lifted you in his arms, like a princess in distress.

“Must be the wiglybee juice I was pouring into her bloodstream. She’ll be a bit dizzy for a while, but it’s the best we have now to delay the symptoms.” you gave him a grateful smile, holding tightly onto Bokuto’s neck.

“Let’s go, princess. Don’t worry Akaashi, I’ll take good care of her.” leaping into the sky, you squealed holding even tighter onto him.

“Are you afraid of heights?”

“I am not, but today was my first time flying, still not used to it.” an impossibly wide grin covered his face, he tightened his grip around you before diving at an exhilarating speed down to the ground, yet never touching it. He zipped through the trees, spinning around when reaching a nearby lake, letting your toes touch the water, it was blissful, like being in a dream. A dream very far away from reality.

“Well, how was this for your first time?” you giggled, cheeks flushed with excitement. “This is fantastic!!!” he lapped around a few more times before reaching his home, both satisfied with your impulse driven adventure. Setting you down on a comfy sofa gently, he moved his hands around making objects move on their own, trays full of food coming your way.

“Who would have thought today would end up being such a wonderful day! We must finish it with a delicious meal!”

The food was indeed delicious, it was your first time in a while to eat meat. You weren’t sure what type of meat was it if you were being honest, but it was the best thing you’ve eaten in your entre life. You also had some desert and a cup of tea once you finished.

When you left the Tengu village this morning you never would have thought you would be having such a fancy dinner lounging around in someone’s sofa. But Bokuto made it extra special by making you laugh constantly while you both stuffed your faces with delicious goodness.

“Bokuto-san, why is it that you all live alone in such big houses? I thought you said you had a sister; does she have her own family now or-?” you thought it was weird, Konoha had pretty much a castle for a house and he was the only one living in it, Akaashi’s house was bigger than a public library and still was all for himself, and Bokuto had five floors filled with all types of rooms and once more, it was all just for him.

“Well, the Owl clan works a little different than other bird clans. Because we are magical beings, our life span is larger. Cultivating our magic takes a couple hundred of years, so we are sent on our own from age two to two hundred. We must learn how to live by ourselves, how to develop and use magic, figure out what do we want to do with our life and such. Once we turn two hundred, we are free to form a family. But again, once the chicks are born, they are allowed to stay under their parents care only for their first year of life. You do get to stay with the mate you choose for the rest of your life, though.” Understanding the clans lore was complex, they were all so different, had opposing values and ways of living.

“Isn’t it harsh to kick out a baby to live on its own?” your eyes were glistening with unshed tears, a mental image of baby Bokuto crawling alone in this enormous house breaking your heart.

“Don’t cry, beautiful.” his thumb came over to your face to wipe the now falling tear from your cheek, “We work different than humans, by the time our first year of life is over our growth would be equivalent to a teenager in human terms. It isn’t as bad.” this reminded you of how fast your crow stopped being a baby, it made sense, they’re birds after all.

“I bet you were so lonely…” your hand landed on top of his which was still hovering over your cheek, leaning on it slightly, your watery eyes sparkling up at him.

In all truth, he was. That’s why he was so excited to have you there with him, even if it was just for a couple of days, but he knew he couldn’t be selfish, this was the destiny of every owl born in this clan, and he was born to be their leader, he couldn’t be seen as weak.

“Sometimes it gets a bit lonely, yeah. We do have each other’s back though; we can all fly here so we visit one another often.” knowing this eased your mind a bit, the weight pressing over your heart at the thought stayed there though.

“Let me take you to your room, you’re going to love it! I got it ready for you after you left.” the room turned out to be an entire floor. It had a ridiculously large bed, enclosed in what looked like silk falling from the ceiling, the wardrobe was filled to the brim with night gowns and dresses, all made with the finest materials there are to choose from. It also had its own bathroom, spacious, comfortable, had all the necessities a woman may need at any given point in life.

“Bokuto-san…where did you even get all this in such a short time…?” you were in awe checking every single corner of the room. The sheepish smile on his face making you smile right back at him.

“Well, I did majority of it with magic. The room was already empty, so it only took a few hours to prepare all this. Do you like it?” you were holding a dress while checking yourself on a mirror-like device on the wall, it was made for a princess, you’ve never worn something like this, putting your ragged kimono to shame.

“It’s wonderful, I’ve never seen such robes before, they look western. Are you sure it’s ok for me to wear all this and stay in such a luxurious room?”

“Of course I’m sure, I made it all for you! Now come on, I bet you’re tired. Have a restful sleep, I’m one floor above you if you need anything.”

Wrapping up your first day in the Owl village made you think of your first day in the Tengu one. They were both lovely, but so different from the other. If the other village made you feel like you stepped into another world, coming here made you feel like you stepped into a fairy tale, full of Knights, princes and a lovely King.

Who would have thought getting sick could bring so much joy?

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

You’ve been in the Owl village for an entire moon cycle.

Tobio had come for you twice now, and you were still unsure of leaving.

“(Y/N) I can come back for you next moon, don’t worry. You are getting better that’s all that matters.”

“But what will happen once I’m cured, Tobio? Do I have to go back to my world? I don’t think I want that anymore…” the treatment Akaashi has been giving you was doing wonders to your health, you still needed to be pumped full with that pink liquid daily, but the doze was getting less and less as days went by, eventually you won’t need it anymore and may even be able to use magic as a side effect of the magical herbs and plants used for your medication, according to the sage.

“You can do whatever you want, (Y/N). If you want to go back to your world, I can take you there. If you want to go back to our village, you can stay with me until Hinata finds you a cottage. But I think what you want is to stay here, and for that I do not have an answer. Have you talked about this with anyone here?” It’s funny how well he can read you when he can’t even read the mood in the room most of the times, but you were happy it was this way, you gained a really good friend out of this whole thing and that was priceless.

“I have not. I guess I’m scared of what they will say. What if they don’t want me here?”

“Then I take you with me, I do want you by my side.” his ears were a little red, his eyes moving around and laying anywhere but on you. You reached over his middle and gave him a little hug, smiling up at him. “Thank you, Tobio. I’ll see you next moon then.”

Akaashi was inside when you were having your heart-to-heart conversation with your friend, yet he could still hear everything with his enhanced hearing. You walked back inside once he left, your saddened mood showing on your face for everyone to see. “You know you can stay here if you want to, right? I mean, if things keep going like this, you should be fully cured before next moon, you won’t need my assistance anymore. But, if what you want is to stay here, I could use an assistant. Also a few power houses are reaching their two-hundred’, meaning they will be able to choose a mate, if that interests you of course.” the little gasp that left your lips brought the ghost of a smile to his lips, he knew he would get you with that.

“I-is that so…”

“Yeah, the leader is up the list. But Konoha-san will be available too ten days after him. They are both from good, powerful families and both like you quite a lot, if you ask me that is. But if you don’t feel attachment towards any of them, I can always make you my assistant. Sorry to disappoint you, I still have a bit to get to my two-hundreds.” his confidence display made you chuckle, he rarely talks but when he does, he is as fun as the others.

“I will keep my options in mind, thank you for your counselling, all mighty sage.” bowing at him with a smile on your face, a gust of wind caught you off guard, almost making you fall on your face.

“Gotcha.” behind you was Bokuto, tall and proud, holding you like a rag doll yet giving you a loving smile while doing so. “Can I take her home now, Akaashi? I got a surprise for her.”

“Yeah yeah.” he waved you away, too busy dissecting what looked like a poisonous frog.

Without wasting a second longer, you were in the sky, the wind hitting your face, playing with your hair. It felt so freeing being able to fly around everywhere, something you never thought you could experience.

“Bokuto-san, isn’t your tree on the opposite direction?” you were now almost able to see the lake you like so much, getting farther and farther away from the village every second.

“I told you, got a surprise for you.” winking, he dived on the direction of the lake, a spread of food was laying on a blanket, in it there was every single one of your favorites. He even went as far as to buy some imported chocolates from a clan that smuggled foreign human goods into the forest. He wanted this to be a day to remember.

“Oh wow. What’s the occasion?” the warm weather was now dimming down, the leaves of the trees beginning their yearly transformation into works of art.

“I…I wanted to talk to you about something.” as a chilly breeze swirls around you, he extends one of his wings to cover your back from the cold.

“What could be this important that required European chocolates?” you giggled, snuggling up to his side for added warmth.

“Well, you see. I heard your treatment is almost over and it’s going better than Akaashi had hopped for. Also saw your Tengu friend leaving the village earlier…I was wondering if…if maybe you...if maybe you wouldliketostaywithmemaybeforever?”

“If I maybe what?” you blinked, trying to piece together what you thought you heard from the owl leader.

“If maybe…you would like to stay…with me? You know after all’s done I know you don’t have to stay here, but if you want to, you have your room at my place, and that room will ALWAYS be yours, unless you want to share my own…” the last part was mumbled quietly enough for you not to hear it, yet his reddish face made it pretty easy for you to figure out what was in his head.

“Does this have to do with the fact that your birthday is just a few days away…? I heard from the sage that it’s your two hundred milestone.” you were innocently picking out some of the fruit on the plates, sharing it with a very flustered Bokuto.

“It does…but probably not in the way you t-think.”

“Hm?”

“Remember when I told you that in my clan you get to form a family once you turn two hundred? That you’re officially considered an adult by then and must choose a m-m…a…ma-….a…”

“A mate?” you tilted your head to the side, blinking cutely up at him. He wanted to throw up, but he couldn’t get your lovely face all dirty.

“Yes, that.”

“I remember, yes.” he didn’t need to know of your conversation with Akaashi earlier that same afternoon, seeing him all flustered was fun.

“So, Konoha presented a request for your hand. WHICH I DECLINED OF COURSE.” the strawberry between your fingers fell down, rolling away into nothingness.

“He did what-? He asked for me to be his mate? Why?”

“Well, why is not the question. Anyone with two inches of brain would. But the question I had in mind was different. Why did he, when it’s painstakingly obvious that I, his leader, want you for myself…?” he was rambling on his own, nearly forgetting you were hearing everything.

“You want me for yourself? As in me being your mate? The mother of your chicks?”

“Y-yes, as in my companion for the rest of my life, the one soulmate I get to chose for eternity. Would that be something you may be interested in? Or is Konoha more appealing to you? I know that castle could make someone’s heart weaver…” his crestfallen expression alerted you, he was going into one of his depressive moods.

“It interests me, yes. If that means that you love me, of course. And not that you just want the rare human pet others want for amusement.” you knew he wasn’t like that, not at all, but you wanted to hear his true feelings.

“OF COURSE I LOVE YOU!!  How can you even think that???? Amusement?? Pfft…I would hire some of those ugly weasels to jump around if I wanted amusement. I want you as my wife, the second in command, the one by my side till my last breath. I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, you’re the most wonderful creature I’ve ever met, I don’t even care that you aren’t an owl and the entire village will rave about it for years, all I care about is you.” you were speechless, tears clogging your throat.

“I love you too…”

“YOU DO? Does that mean you will stay with me, be my wife and give me babies? Cuz I want tons of babies, when can we start?” his affectionate outburst made you chuckle, leaning closer to rest your cheek on his while reaching over to lace your fingers with his. “Yes, I’ll stay with you, be your wife and give you babies.” he tackled you down onto the blanket, showering your face with kisses. “Thank you (Y/N). THANK YOU! I love YOU! So, so, much.”

And just like that, a new future was ahead of you.

A bright one at that.

Just a few sessions of treatment later the cure would be permanent and you would be able to live a happy extended life in the arms of your one true love, one you wouldn’t have met otherwise.

Akaashi received a parchment coming from the human world, Kenma had more information on your disease, it seemed like it was related to the curse, he advised to keep you enclosed while he gathered more information but he wanted you to go with their clan, there was a possibility to save the human world.

Bokuto got a hold of said parchment and burned it down to ashes before Akaashi could even read it.

Nobody would get in the way of his happiness.

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