#until you take out everyone who tasked you with his assassination or you get put down in the streets like a dog.

[adahlenan]

Haunted one

[ilivingonmyway]

Something, something, some headcanons about the Ninja team that I have this is in alphabetical order. Part II here!

Cole

• Being the Earth Elemental, he knows several types of rocks, earth and minerals, as each one has a different structure that can interfere and/or contribute to a task/fight.

• Even though he hated dancing for a long time, he still practiced some steps from different dance styles, because some of them were very similar to moves that could be used in battle he did it in secret thought.

• For a long time he always acted a little distant from the other team members, but he was still there to support them if they needed it.

• He's a mama's boy, and he loved seeing Lilly and Lou dancing together.

• It was his grandfather who chose his name. He was bedridden, but he held on until Lilly gave birth to the baby, and when Grandfather saw the little one he cried, because he knew he wouldn't survive to see the child growing up, So, Lilly asked him to name him, as if it were an "I'll always be here" gesture from grandfather to grandson.

• His favorite game is the one where there's a bunch of food falling from the sky and you have to catch it, he's already broken a record 3 times in this game.

Jay

• He's the fastest and most elastic/flexible on the team. This guy's ability to put his thigh behind his head is insane, you DON'T want to be his partner in stretching exercises.

• He knows the Kyusho-Jitsu. This is a technique/type of fight used to stun/paralyze the opponent by striking pressure points (Curiosity, this is the technique that inspired Ty Lee's Chi Blocking technique from ATLA). He uses this on normal criminals, like thieves, assassins, and smuggling gangs, that way they don't get hurt. However, he also use it on Krypytarium criminals, but with the addition of a mild shock to ensure the criminal is rendered unconscious.

• Edna taught him how to cook, so he has the ability to make really good food. Although he prefers to make roasts and stews.

• Jay is a sleepwalker. Not daily, but during really bad lightning storms. Master Wu often found him sleeping on the highest point of the Monastery after the storm. Once, the Ninjas tried to keep him inside the room during the storm. They locked the door and windows and kept watch. But somehow, Jay still managed to get out of the room and get into the storm. No one ever found out how he did this.

• This one I got from Lloyd’s Guide To Surviving The Merge, a lovely fanfiction of @omgjayaaa, I really loved that one He's a medic. He knows how to treat illnesses, injuries, concussions, etc. It started out more as a hobby. Check out medical books from the local library and spend hours reading and applying the teachings on the Monastery's training dummies (sometimes Zane was the victim) just as a "strange diversion" (Kai's words). However, one day, there was a training accident and Cole dislocated his arm, while everyone was worried trying to call the hospital, in an incredible act not to mention strange of calm, Jay grabbed Cole's arm and relocated it back into place, then he borrowed some materials that were in his room and made a sling for the Earth Elemental's arm. No one ever forgot that day, because while Jay was "Just another normal day" the others were staring at him like "What the fuck was that?"

• I also got this from a Ninjago chat fanfic, also from @omgjayaaa He is a natural with children. You can't say otherwise, that this super sensitive and humorous man doesn't have a natural ability to calm/entertain/do anything involving children. And he really enjoys that, being able to make a baby stop crying and go to sleep or helping a child that got lost from the parents. Your honor, this man has everything it takes to be a good father and you're not going to change my mind.

Kai

• He hates super spicy food, being the Fire Elemental doesn't mean his taste buds are pepper/wasabi approved. He just likes a small amount in his food. Ironically, spicy food can kind of serve as fuel for the fire, so the hotter the pepper is, the more heat the fire emanates from it. Although he hates this ability.

• He's not very good at reading/writing, he left school very early to take care of Nya and the Blacksmith, so he lost most of his literacy skills. However, he took some lessons from Wu, so he didn't feel so out of place.

• In fact, his natural hair is like his mother's, but it's as untamable as his father's, which is why he uses so much hair gel. Like, you can't say that wavy and stubborn hair is not hard to care.

• He's that kind of person who sings in the shower, he often forgets that there are people in the Monastery and starts singing so loud that you can hear it from the training yard.

• He and Jay, often in secret, hang out together. Where? Karaoke. Kai sings and Jay plays the guitar, sometimes they change roles Kai prefers to play the bass. It's a lot of fun for both of them, but they don't want to let others find out, because they know none of them, especially Nya, would let it go.

• As much as many people think otherwise, of the RGB siblings, Kai is the most "stable". Not because he wants to, but because he is Nya and Lloyd's support. He feels very embarrassed when the papers change.

• He is super attentive to people close to him, especially Lloyd, who is the youngest on the team. However, now with the addition of Wyldfyre, Sora and Arin in DR, he is as protective as he was with Lloyd.

[snailsgoingdowntown]

Could you do some Seven x gn!reader headcanons? Pretty please?

Seven! X Gn! Reader headcanons

(killer seven/scissor seven)

Warnings: mention of killing, some toxic relationship dynamics. Please remember that in canon, Seven is literally described as ‘ugly’ by a few characters. Just want to put that in because someone might be unhappy with it.

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. He’s an annoying little shit. And not exactly… ‘attractive,’ but that was fine. You wouldn’t be with him if you thought looks mattered anyway. It was the first thing you would tell others if they dared to ask why you had a thing for him. You liked him. It was simple as that – did there need to be a reason.

. Going back to him being a little shit… he’s horrible, really, a pervert who sometimes tries to catch you half-naked. It took a punch and a very lengthy, very serious conversation for Seven to finally understand that hey, peeping on people is wrong and horrible. But that’s mainly for/if you two haven’t done the deed yet. If/once you do, depending on your attitude, thoughts, and feelings on the matter, you can expect our resident pervert to catch a glimpse or two.

. Seven has a lot of stuff to unpack, stuff he’s shoved down and to the back of his mind. It’s repressed, something that hits him out of nowhere, sometimes. When it resurfaces, he has this habit of keeping to himself. Sometimes it’ll be for a day or two, or just a few hours. Now, he’ll still be flowers and sunshine, smiling like an idiot (a loveable one) but you can tell he’s not fully there. It’s up to you whether or not you’ll try to help him through these times. If you decide that you want to – will – please keep in mind that sometimes, just like everyone else, Seven needs time for himself.

. The same goes for you – Seven will be there for you, always. He’s not the best with words, so please don’t hold that against him. But he is good with actions, proving that he does care about you – that he loves you, even.

. Seven is also the type of guy who would rather show you how he feels with actions rather than words (remember that episode where he was tricked into thinking he was going on a date with Thirteen? Man was a simp). Small dates, cook your favorite food, put on romance movies (I think he has a poster of one in his room), and just overall, spend time with you. It doesn’t always have to be something grand; it can also be the simplest of things that would remind you why you fell for this man to begin with.

. Also, you must be okay with his job – being an assassin. Granted… he sucks at his job. Seven has this ‘bad’ habit of emotionally connecting with his ‘target’s’ – failing to take out the panty ‘pervert,’ didn’t kill Cola once he found out her situation, and so on. It’s adorable, really, until you remember why he took on the role in the first place. Earn enough money to make a trip to Stand, and hopefully get his memories back.

. But what then? You try to keep that question out of mind, pretend it doesn’t matter. But it does. And Seven knows this too – what if he was a different person in terms of morality, back then? What if he goes back to his old ways, current personality turning into dust? It’s unsaid between you, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

. Oh, and good luck with getting alone time with Seven. Dai Bo is an obstacle you need to overcome. That bird thinks you’re nothing but a hindrance, in the beginning. He won’t talk bad about you, but he’ll sneak in a petty remark or two occasionally. You both mean a lot to Seven, so he’ll try his best to make sure you could at least stand each other. But with time, the two of you would make a great time for making Seven stay on task. Usually.

. Now, if you were an assassin, you’re either good at the job or horrible at it, like Seven. How else would you meet the guy? Maybe you were sent to kill someone on Chicken Island, someone like Mad Dog or even some regular civilian that unfortunately messed with the wrong person. If that’s the case, then Seven must have showed up at the ‘right’ time – halting you in your tracks. Regardless if you’re good or not, a fight will break out between you. Either the fight ends with some blood drawn and a few bruises – and humiliation if you’re better than him – or it’ll end in some life realization for you.

. On the other hand, if you’re just as bad – or worse – then you might be the one on the ground. Another life and self-realization. And after that, you may either quit the life of an assassin altogether, pick another, mondain job, or lay low for a bit. Just a bit.

. Seven won’t be the best boyfriend. He’ll make mistakes and he will have his flaws. But so do you. He won’t be a bad boyfriend. And you won’t be a bad partner. But it will be a relationship that takes work, just because of who he is and who you might be.

[reinarandraw]

He never failed his mission until he was tasked to kill Duke Samuel Bellamy.

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Izzy was a seasoned assassin, highly in demand for his service by various greedy nobles, jealous wives, or even insecure kings who just wanted to get rid of their competitor. His affinity to darkness manipulation enabled him to be one with shadows, making it easier to execute his targets. It also made him useful to The Kraken Company, a band of mercenaries under the leadership of the infamous Blackbeard. After some disagreement that involved one twat noble named Stede Bonnet, Izzy decided to go solo as a killer for hire. 

He never failed his mission until he was tasked to kill Duke Samuel Bellamy.

The one who hired him to kill Duke Bellamy was, of course, the king himself. It was a classic reason, Duke Bellamy became too popular so the king feared he would try to usurp him. The man was a war hero, known to be generous and fair to his subjects. There was a rumor that he wasn’t the biological son of the previous duke, but no one in the dukedom cared. When he went to court, he charmed everyone with his humor and easy smile. Of course it made the young king’s blood boil. Just a king being insecure and paranoid. So he hired him to do his dark deeds, promising him golds that could last Izzy a comfortable winter in his lonely cabin without needing to take any job. He hated going out during winter.

It was supposed to be an easy job; infiltrate his castle at night, find the duke, then kill him. Plenty of dark corners in a castle. The shadows of patrolling guards made it easier for him to hop his way to the duke’s bedchamber. It should be easy, really. He had done it a lot of times. Of course, it went wrong so quickly.

So here’s the thing, Izzy actually did a quick recon and tried to find information about his target. He knew Duke Bellamy’s schedule. He knew that his trusted advisor Paulsgrave usually left him alone after the dinner bell. He had planned a way in and a way out. He knew the duke was an exceptional strategist even though his swordsmanship was average. People said he was a good archer, but Izzy doubted Duke Bellamy stashed bow and arrows near his bed. There was no mention of Duke Bellamy having magic affinity. It should be easy.

Izzy wanted to murder whoever said Bellamy didn’t have magic affinity.

One moment Izzy was slipping through the gap below the door. Bellamy was hunched on his desk, probably working on something. Izzy hopped to his shadow with his dagger in his hand . Suddenly he heard a low hum followed by a rumble before he was forcefully shoved away from Bellamy’s shadow. He could feel the sigils he painted on his body an hour ago had ceased to function.

“I can’t have you hiding in there,” Bellamy said so casually. His eyes were still trained on the parchment on his desk. “Let’s just calm down and we can talk.”

Izzy felt himself relaxing after he heard that deep soothing voice. Something wasn’t right.

“I know you’re confused, but there’s no need to be hostile,” Bellamy continued, still with a calm, pleasant tone.

Izzy felt himself going even more relaxed. He lost the edge that kept him on guard. The grip on his dagger loosened a bit before his long year of training kicked in. “You’re using magic to charm me!”

“And you were using magic to kill me,” Bellamy argued. “I’d say we’re even. Don’t you agree, Mr. Assassin?”

While he didn’t feel the urge to compel, the relaxed and calm emotion that suddenly flooded him made it hard for him to disagree with Bellamy. What kind of magic did Bellamy possess?

Bellamy finally put the parchment down. He turned to meet Izzy face to face. Izzy had never seen the man up close, so he was struck by how good looking the man actually was. There was a healthy shine on his long black hair. And his eyes. By the gods, he had a set of dark kind eyes.

“Listen,” Bellamy said, “I know that you’re here to kill me. I’m going to guess it’s the king because my cousin won’t be able to afford your service.”

Izzy frowned. “You know me?”

“I have heard about an assassin that can travel from shadows to shadows,” Bellamy replied. “It’s actually an honor to have Israel Hands himself sent to kill me. I want to say it’s nice to see you, but you literally are here to kill me.”

A surge of pride washed over him before he clamped it down. Bellamy was affecting his emotion to make him more agreeable. “How the fuck did you do magic that without activating any sigils or doing gestures?”

Bellamy chuckled. “I’m not going to spill my secrets to my killer.”

Izzy thought hard to find a way out of this mess. First, he needed to guess what kind of magic Bellamy was using against him. It was clear Bellamy could disrupt his magic by some sort of vibration, but vibration magic required the caster to create vibration. He had seen casters punch the ground as they chanted the spell to triple the strength of the vibration. But Bellamy didn’t require any spells or sigils. He could also charm him without using any spells. So what did he actually do?

“Fuck,” Izzy mumbled as he realized what Bellamy was doing, “you have sound magic affinity. That’s why you don’t need sigils or hand gestures. Your voice is your magic.”

He had heard stories about earthquakes happening in the battle led by Bellamy. People assumed one of the war mages in his command was the one creating the earthquake with vibration manipulation. Who would have thought it was the duke himself who created the earthquake with his freaking voice.  

“Very good, Mr. Hands,” Bellamy said, smiling widely as if he was so impressed with Izzy’s guess. “Your ability to make a correct assessment under duress is remarkable.”

Fuck! He was fucked indeed. The fact that Bellamy could use his voice to disrupt his magic sigil was proof of how adept he was in using his magic. Sound magic combined with vibration manipulation could create a very volatile effect.  The only way to defeat him was by using a silencing spell, but Izzy couldn’t do that. If he knew Bellamy had sound affinity magic, he would have brought a silencing spell scroll.

“Do you like your job?” Bellamy asked.

The question caught him off guard. “The fuck?”

“I’m just curious,” Bellamy replied. “Do you like your job as an assassin?”

Izzy frowned, but he didn’t say anything. He was on guard, bracing for Bellamy’s charm again.

“Is it money or anything else?” Bellamy guessed. “Is it fulfilling?”

Izzy gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t say it was fulfilling. It was lonely. It paid well but he was so lonely. There was something missing in his life after he walked away from Edward’s life. Well, he was forced to walk away after he lost the duel to Bonnet on ‘technically’ that wasn’t even technical.

“Why do you kill people, Mr. Hands?” Bellamy took a decanter of wine and poured himself a glass of wine.

“It’s none of your fucking business,” Izzy hissed. Why didn’t Bellamy call for his guard? What was his game?

“Just trying to figure you out,” Bellamy replied. “Do you want wine?”

Izzy eyed the wine with skeptical eyes. “No.”

“Eh, more for me,” Bellamy said. He sat down on his desk. “Do you want to work for me?”

Izzy once again found himself perplexed. “What?”

“Do you want to work for me?” Bellamy repeated. “I keep getting death threats from my cousins, the king’s relatives, and now the king himself. Having a bodyguard that can hide in my shadow sounds great.”

That was probably the most idiotic thing he had ever heard. “You want an assassin who is hired to kill you to hide in your shadow all the time?”

“I could use the company,” Bellamy said. “I won’t say no to having a handsome man like you to accompany me wherever I go.”

Izzy’s mind stopped working. Did Bellamy flirt with him? Was this flirting?

“You’re very skillful and clearly knowledgeable,” Bellamy continued. “You can be like an anti-assassin. You know how an assassin works so you can anticipate how people are going to kill me.”

That was… not wrong. But still, employing an assassin as a bodyguard sounded dumb.

“Are you from this kingdom?” Bellamy asked.

“No.”

“Do you have any plan to pledge your loyalty to my king?” 

Izzy made a face. “No!”

“Oh, strong reaction. I like that,” Bellamy said. “Is it money? I can give you money. People say I’m fair with my payment so there’s that. You can also have some benefit if you work as my bodyguard. Access to my castle amenities. I have a healer on call, top notch potions.”

Was Bellamy being serious right now?

“And I’m not lying when I said I could use the company,” Bellamy admitted. “It’s a bit lonely here.”

Izzy could relate to that. He was lonely. He knew how it felt. He longed to have a connection with someone. Maybe working with Bellamy wasn’t that bad. Wait. Was it all him or did Bellamy affect his feelings?

“Before you ask, I don’t do anything to manipulate your emotion,” Bellamy told him. “My voice has a weird vibration when I use my magic. It’s noticeable if you focus on my voice.”

Bellamy was giving away his secret willingly. It was a sign of trust. Shit. Bellamy was serious about it.

“Can I think about it first?” Izzy asked.

“As long as you think about it here,” Bellamy replied.

Izzy snorted. “So it’s agreeing to work for you or getting executed for trying to kill a duke?”

“No. If you don’t want to work for me, I’ll  give you ten seconds to run before I alert my guards,” Bellamy said. “It seems like a fair trade considering you can jump between shadows.”

Well, he had tried to escape from worse situations than this. Izzy took another look at Bellamy. He wasn’t ready to be greeted by Bellamy’s hopeful smile. He tried to ignore how his heart started to beat faster. He wanted to pretend it was due to adrenaline, but he was aware his cheeks were starting to get warm.

“Ok,” Izzy finally agreed. “Yeah, I’ll work with you. Why not.”

Bellamy gave him a wide smile. “Excellent! Your service would help me tremendously.”

Izzy frowned. “I’m just going to be your bodyguard, right?”

“That’s true. And having an invisible bodyguard that can be with me all the time allows me to move with my plan.”

“Your plan?”

“I’m going to usurp the throne.”

It turned out the king was not just an insecure and paranoid man.

[rosewriteroyal]

HIIIIII FELLOW KINGME !! 🙌🫶🏻 just passingby then i saw your request is open! O hope you're having a great day! <3

What if the reader were an assassin who had been ordered to kill King Dann while making an important declaration inside the palace, but before they could fire their arrow, someone shot them straight in the stomach instead. This would cause the reader to stumble and lose control of the string, causing the arrow to almost hit the King's face.

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Here's the best I can do

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Loud cheers filled the air, today was a huge day for the 7 kingdoms. The day of peace between nations, held in the Kingdom of Change, People throughout the city and across kingdoms came to witness the arrival of the Kings.

First was the Kingdom of Sun, King Jahan. Jahan had a rocky relationship with the others but this day will change that, next came the kingdom of cherry blossom followed by the kingdom of beauty and so on and so forth.

In the carriage, the kingdom of Storms, King Hwon sat.

"You know you task" he said his deep voice rattling in the air

"Of course Sir" The voice replied

"Good, Good. The day their is peace is they the day all of them are dead, after what happened with my brother, happiness from them is not an option, taking out King Dann will than make the rest weak" He grumbled watching as crowds cheered and some boo'd his Kingdom

"Sir, we have arrived, please step out of the carriage" The voice said. The voice was Hwon, trusted right hand person, Y/N. Y/N had been a childhood friend to Hwon, turned personal hitman, Y/N skill with the bow was incredible, an amazing marksman.

"Thank Y/N. Now, I know you won't fuck this up but please don't, you my only chance of finishing Dann off" Hwon said turning to Y/N while strolling towards the massive palaces, the sights of bright colours and excitement filled the air.

Inside the thrown room, there was a large table, each set out with a contract planted infront, at the head sat King Dann, pondering over this meeting. 'If all goes well, this could end the wars, bring peice to the world' he thoughts as he stood up to the doors creaking open, in came each king one by own, with their most trusted Advisor next to them.

"I see Hwon isn't showing up, meaning your plan my sink, King Dann" Ivan said smirking, he knew of the plan Hwon had put into place, he agreed that the world needed so war to atleast keep everyone sane.

"He'll be here, of course with the death of his late brother Chiwoo, he feels reasonable" Louis said sitting down next to Mujin, Mujin groaned

"Why are you next to me"

"Cause I can,m and besides, we already have a peace treaty, so today will be easy for us," Louis said, throwing his arm around Mujin Shoulders.

The Doors flew open and there stood Hwon with Y/N, next to him.

"Sorry im late, this is place is massive" Hwon said sitting down next to Ivan

Y/N moved to the back of the room, with the other advisors 'this is going to be easy' they thought, they ahd hidden their bow and Arrow on the balcony above, it wouldn't be too hard getting up there, Y/N just need to wait until they are free to leave

"Please send your advisors out. This meeting is confidential, only for use 7 to hear" Dann said, as the 7 Kings wish the advisors away

Y/N found the perfect time to climb on to the balcony, un noticed by Y/N, the advisor from the Cherry blossom kingdom, noticed the look in Y/N's eyes and followed them up.

Sitting down, Y/N started to load the bow, placing an Arrow on the bow and lining it up straight at Dann's head, tgey drew back the strings and....

All the saw was red as they looked down at their stomach, the Arrow shot by Y/N laid on the table, millimeters away from Dann's hand. They started coughing loudly, blood dripping from their mouth. Out of the dark came Mujin's Advisor with their own set, Arrow drew back in warning.

"I wasn't going to let you Kill, King Dann" The Advisor said dropping their bow and Arrow toward over to Y/N, picking them up, the advisor brought them down into the throne room, arrow sticking right out of the stomach, King dann was pacifist he doesn't like violence or the idea of killing someone but in this moment, the words

"Let them bleed out" feel from his lips.

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This was a fun prompt to use and I love writing angst, horror, gore fics.

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John Price X Male Reader

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Authors Note: I apologize for the delay on updates. I got sick during my first week back and had a cough and fever for a few days, I’m all better now and good to start updating! Here is my first John Price shot because he does things to me. ( Simon is still my number #1 )

Summary: A new recruit joins the team who remains anonymous and joins unexpectedly. Laswell is keeping them a secret until their own mission is over, little did price know that this new agent is someone he’s very close too.

Warnings: Angst, violence, gore, blood, mentions of code name, sign language, mature language, military life, assassin, soap is slow, task 141 is cautious, selective mutism.

Word count: 3.4K

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John had received news from Laswell that a new recruit was going to be joining there team. He was more than happy to have the extra help on missions but he wasn’t happy knowing that this new recruit was completed classified. Laswell didn’t give him a file and simple provided a name.

Code name; Zero.

Laswell had told John that she trusted the man with missions and was very useful. He was skilled in keeping heavy cover and was known to hide in the shadows. She would say that he was a deadly man who gets the job done without a doubt. That didn’t put John at ease, still not trusting the new recruit that he has yet to meet.

“Zero is a man that I trust and will fit in your team.”

“You want us to trust a rookie with only a simple name?” Ghost calls out.

Task 141 and Laswell were all standing in a briefing room together while she announced the new recruit to the rest of the team. “Ghost is right, who’s to say that he won’t betray us? Remember what Graves did.” Soap reminds her with a glare, clearly not happy with the news.

“I understand the caution and wanting trust from this new recruit but you best believe me that Zero is the one we need for this mission.” She began to explain to the team. “Zero had taken mission that he can complete in less than a few days, get inside information without getting caught. He can help you with getting intel on Makorov.”

“It’s too risky, Laswell.” John finally cuts in, stopping her from taking further. He couldn’t accept someone he didn’t trust not after what happened with Graves and Shepard and their betrayal. “I won’t allow it.”

Laswell frowns, standing straight with her arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to the side and says. “He knows that Yuri is smuggling dangerous weapons across Russia as we speak.” She knew that the team was struggling to get a location on Yuri. Makorov’s second in command and close friend, the two helping each other in their terrorist schemes which had to be stopped. The new information gets the teams attention as they all looked at her in disbelief.

“He knows where Yuri is?” John asked.

“Like I said, deep cover.” Laswell steps forward, challenging price as the two stare each other down. “Give him a chance and you won’t regret it.” A hint of defeat is shown in his eyes as Laswell slowly smirked at her victory, leaning back to give off a small chuckle before announcing. “He’ll meet you during your next mission, don’t be late.” With that she turns around and leaves the room, tension suddenly gone once she’s out of the room. It wasn’t until Gaz speaks up. “I guess we have a new rookie.”

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The team had geared up and loaded on the helicopter, riding out to Teba, Spain. They were dropped off in a base near the area, collecting there things and driving out to town where they are to meet up with Zero and track down their target in order to get more information on Makarov and his plans. The whole ride there, John can’t help but think about the new recruit. Laswell had provided him there comms, letting him know last minute that Zero was selectively mute and wouldn’t speak to anyone. He communicate through Morse code which connected to the rest of the team.

Everyone else in the team was questioning this rookie, wondering if they were easy to trust or perhaps it was all part of a plan to get them killed. They were entering dangerous territory and had to play it well or else things can get complicated. Before they could arrive to town, johns comms goes off, causing the older man to freeze as he listens to the rapid taps.

“Captain Price, this is Agent Zero, over.”

John sighs to himself, sitting back in his seat as he pulls his comm close and responds back. “This is captain price, we are to arrive to our destined location in five.”

The response he gets back is a fast one, not giving him time to cut the comms as he listens. The rest of the team was also listening to the response back.

“Negative, sir. Location is not safe, reroute to his address.”

Johns phone goes off, showing him a new address to drive too. The captain frowns at the sudden change, but knows that he can’t question the man after the bickering he went through with Laswell. “Copy, rerouting.” He passed the location to Soap who was driving the vehicle, taking the new coordinates and changing their route down a different road. “This rookie better know what he’s doing.” Muttered Gaz, getting the captains attention. “We have no choice but to trust him. But, I also hope he knows what he’s doing.”

The drive took longer than planned now that the location was changed then didn’t arrive until night fall. They drive further away from town and into the woods where a rather large house stood out but also remained very well hidden. They all step out of the van and gather there things. Soap looks up to the house and chuckles. “This place is huge! Are you sure this is the right place?”

“You drove us here.” Ghost narrows his eyes at soap.

“Coordinates show that this is the place.” John speaks up, giving his team a glance before nodding. “Alright, let’s head inside.” The safe house was bigger than expected but it was also dark with no lights turned on or guards standing around the place, blending in with the night and remaining hidden from visitors. When approaching the entrance, it’s ghost who takes notice of the pressure plank located at the front. “Place is rigged with traps.” He turns to the others while they look around for another way inside, not finding any open windows or extra doors.

“There’s a shed to your right.”

Johns comms go off.

“Inside there is a hidden tunnel, it’ll lead you to the basement and inside the house.”

John looks around and his eyes land on the shed, approaching the old thing and pulling the door open to things that belonged inside the shed, it wasn’t until he moved a few boxes that he find an additional trap door that guided him through the tunnels. “Over here.” He calls to the rest and followed him through the dark tunnels. Gaz is the last to step inside and makes sure to close up the doors as he follows his captain.

“We need light.”

“Use a few flares.”

Soap pulls a flare from his pack and turns it on, holding it over his head up front as it lights up the dark tunnel. They follow the trail that leads them towards the house and into the basement first before making it to the first floor. “Keep your guard up, who knows what awaits us.” John warns his men as they enter the house with the lights out it becomes difficult for them to see, not wearing any night vision goggles to make thing easier for them.

“You made it.”

The lights were switched on them as they all turns towards the source of tapping shoes, guns up and aiming towards a singular man who stood a few feet away from them. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask to cover his entire face like ghost and wearing black goggles that covered his eyes. He’s quick to put his hands up showing them that he meant no harm and carried no weapon with him.

“You zero?” John asks, still holding his own gun up as the man in front of him nods. He slowly reached over to his comm and gives off a few taps.

“Yes, I am unarmed.”

That’s good enough to have the team lower there guns. “Zero, I’m Captain price. This here is my team.” He said while approaching him. “This is Soap, Gaz, and Ghost.” He points to each one while Zero gives off a nod in greeting at the other three, raising his hands, hesitance at first as he signs. “Anyone know sign language?” He questions.

It’s ghost who speaks next. “I know the language.” He hums out, getting Zeros attention who smiled proudly under his own mask and jumps on his toes. “Thought I’d have to write stuff out for everyone to understand, but this works!” Zero is enthusiastic in his signing before waving them over to the main room where there a few boxes full of Ammon and additional guns in case they are needed. A table stood in the middle of the room with all the plans written down along with sticky notes of various locations and names.

“Here is the information that I was able to get from Yuri.” Signed Zero while Ghost translated for the team, rounding the table to stand on the other side while the team looked at his work. “How the hell did you get this much information?” Gaz asks, looking at the coordinates located on the map.

“I was under deep cover with Yuri and his men.” Zero placed his hands on his hips while John chuckles. “Laswell said that your good at getting information, did you choke this out of Yuri?”

Zero shakes his head. “I befriend Yuri a month into my cover, took his side while I was there and gained his trust very fast. He trusted me with a storage room that contained dangerous weapons along with poison gas. When I arrived my team had ambushed them and we got rid of everything. Yuri’s men and his weapons and burned the place to the ground.”

The team is shocked to hear his work. Having been undercover and working with Yuri along with getting his trust in order to get locations of important cargo.

“Shit, Laswell was right.” Soap mumbled out, not believing her at first. “Right, she’s got us worried about you but it looks like you are pretty useful.” John steps in, getting Zeros attention who turned his head to face John.

Behind the goggles he stared at John intently, his lips curling into a smile under the mask before looking back at his own plans. He leans forward to point a gloved finger at the map, showing them a circled area. A sticky note was attached to it and it’s John who takes it and reads it out loud.

“Yuri’s second in command is located here. He is to be transporting weapons back to their warehouse at midnight.”

Ghost speaks up. “Using the dark for coverage.”

“Makes it easy for them to move dangerous weapons without getting stopped.” Added Gaz.

John examined the map and location before sighing deeply and standing up straight. “Alright, we are heading out in an hour—take what you need and get ready. We’re checking the place out and putting a stop to it.”

“Yes, sir.” They all say in unison and began to get prepared for the mission.

—

Zero was located across town nearest to the road that Yuri’s men are to take tonight. He’s hiding in the shadows, rifle in hand as he waits for any signs of movement. He’s alone and the night is quiet only the sound of crickets and civilians from afar is heard. He focuses ahead and still doesn’t see any movement, sighing to himself he turns on his comms.

“No sign of movement.”

He doesn’t get a response which caused him to frown. “Price, do you copy?” Silence. “Ghost? Soap? Gaz? Does anyone copy?” Nothing. He’s quick to step away from the ledge, something feeling terribly wrong with the silence he is receiving from the rest of the team. He remembers price telling him that he’d be on the west side of town nearest to the compound. Zeros eyes widen in realization, it’s a trap.

Zero takes the rifle in his hand and straps it over his shoulder as he leaves the roof, moving in the dark and making his way west. A few trucks pass by, causing him to hide against a few houses and checking the area to see a few familiar faces. Yuri’s men were transporting the weapons down another road, changing the plans and rerouting to a different area. Zero stalks closer, hearing murmurs in Russian when he finds a window in the compound.

It doesn’t take him long to find his team trapped inside a room, door locked while a few men chuckled. “Should we perhaps try to experiment?” One of them says as they turn to face a taller man who wore all black, hair white as snow as they wore round glasses. A hint of a grin upon their lips. “We shall.” His accent is rough, turning around and giving Zero a better view of the man.

“Yakov.” Zero mumbled to himself, glaring at the scientist and watched as he walks over to a tank with a label stating ‘poison gas’ in Russian. The simple warning alerts Zero as Yakov moved the tank over to the room with his teammates, locked inside while the scientist got to work. Zero pulls away from the window, looking around frantically and finding the breaker box located near the entrance.

He moves quickly, rushing over to the box and tanking it open as he switched the lights off. The sound of confused voices fills the night. Zero activates his night vision goggles, pulling out a blade that was tucked away around his leg. “Time to work.” He says to himself and moves back to the window, looking inside to see Yakov shouting at his own men in Russian to check the place and to turn the power back on. Before they could scatter he’s able to lift the window, getting inside without making a sound.

“Go! Without power I am unable to get this done without getting us all killed!”

One of Yakovs men opens his mouth to respond back only to stumble forward with a grunt, falling face first onto the ground with a blade sticking behind his back. The scientist gaped with wide eyes, looking around frantically in the dark as he holds his own gun out. He’s unable to see but he hears the sound of his own men falling one by one. A few gunshots go off which startles the scientist, pulling the trigger on his own gun. He doesn’t hit anything and yelps when the gun is shoved out of his hands and is pinned against the door where Zeros team stood.

His arm against his neck as he applied pressure to his windpipe, causing the scientist to thrash in his hold and tried to kick him off. Zero cocks his head in a menacing way. “Yuri is a fool to leave you unprepared.” He whispered, shoving his blade deep into the scientist stomach and watched as his body slowly grows limp in his hold. Zero let’s him go and slumps down onto the floor.

Zero gives the scientist a long stare before turning back towards the door. He takes a look at the lock and gets down on one knee and began to pick the lock, working fast into getting it unlocked and removing the chain. When he proves the door open he forgets how defensive his teammates might get and isn’t prepared when he’s tackled to the ground.

Price holding him in a headlock as he grunts, elbowing price on the ribs as his grip loosened. He’s quick to get out of his hold and turn around to face the rest of his team. “It’s Zero!” He coughs out, voice croaking.

“Zero? Thank fuck your alive.” It’s Soap who sighs in relief when he comes face to face with the new recruit. “Wait—you just spoke.”

Zero clears his throat nervously, opening his mouth to give a response back but is cut off by the sound of gunshots going off. “Out now!” Price shouts as they all run to the back, finding a door and busting their way through and escaping into the dark night, hiding deep into the woods and away from Yuri’s men. Once they are far enough and not being followed they finally get the chance to breath.

“Those damn coordinates took us to a trap!” Ghost shouts, angrily turning to face Price and Zero. “Damn rookie almost brought us to our death.”

“Easy, ghost.” Price holds his hand up, stopping him from approaching Zero any further. Things were getting escalated by the sudden outburst, blaming Zero for the misinformation and near death that they almost had. Zero stands in silence, panting heavily, head lowered as his mind wandered.

“I almost lost you…” his voice is a soft whisper, not loud enough to be heard from the others arguing with each other. It wasn’t until Price speaks up. “Enough! We should be glad that Zero got us out of there. Who knew how long we were going to be stuck inside with no weapons or plan.” Their captain glared at everyone, giving them a stern talk.

“You could have been dead.”

Zeros voice startled everyone. They all turned to face him as he stood there.

“You could have died and I—“ Zero shakes his head. “I could have lost you.” His last statement is directed towards Price who furrowed his brows in confusion.

Zero sighs, reaching up to remove his helmet and goggles, along with his mask too. His face is bare to the entire team, giving them all a chance to see his face. His eyes avert towards Price who stared with wide eyes, taking him in and stepping forward. “Y/n?” He reached out to place his hand against his neck, thumb stroking his jaw as he sniffles.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured out, staring into the eyes of his husband of two years. Y/n knew Prices work and that he lead his own task force along with having history in the SAS. He’d told John that he worked at an office, doing paperwork and staying indoors knowing damn well that was a lie. He worked with Laswell who knew there history. Y/n had spent years working for her, killing people and going undercover, keeping his identity hidden and never speaking a word to anyone unless it was Laswell who he trusted. He never thought that he’d end up falling in love with their captain and getting married to a military man. What they did was dangerous but Y/n feared that his work was far more dangerous and complicated.

Yet, here he stood. Facing his husband who he almost lost if he hadn’t figured out Yuri’s ambush against his team. The thought of him not making it on time and finding John dead crushed him. He couldn’t lose him, not when he’s finally found happiness.

“Oh, my love.” Johns voice is soft, pulling him close into a hug as Y/n holds back a sob and buried his face deeper into his shoulder. His hands gripping his back, afraid to let go. “Im sorry.” He muffled. The two pulling away. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I was afraid of what you’d think of me doing this sort of work.”

John sighs deeply, shaking his head. “Does Laswell know?”

He nods in confirmation.

That brings a laugh out of johns lips, shaking his head in disappointment. “She knew about us and yet she took the risk into adding you into my team.”

“Don’t blame her, John. I requested to help as long as I stayed quiet and didn’t let our personal life interfere. I had more information about Makarov and his business than you ever did.” He argued back, glaring at John. “If it wasn’t for me I wouldn’t have known about the weapons and his damn scientist Yakov—the man is brutal! I spent a month undercover and working for them in order to get what I needed and had to sit back and watch as he tortured my men! My people.” He bites out. “And I—I almost saw it happen again, but with you on the other end and I couldn’t let that happen.”

John pulled him close again, whispering soft words into his ears. “It’s alright, I’m fine and made it out. Because of you we are all alive.” John knew that he couldn’t be upset with his own husband, everyone makes mistakes and takes risks. He’s simply happy that their both together again.

Their moment together is cut by soap.

“Wait—your married?!”

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

[dramioneasks]

Looking for fix recommendations. Looking for fics where the relationship with Draco and Hermione starts as a “cat and mouse game ”, they’re just trying to push the other one. I love the way their relationship starts in Manacled in the flashback as a power struggle, just trying to push each other until they cave. I’ve searched in the fics similar too tags and haven’t really found what I’m looking for. Thanks.

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreams - E, WIP - In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord’s favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he’s trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through.

Shifted - hiccupfound - E, 26 chapters - Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort has gone deep into hiding behind the protection of the remaining Death Eaters. The few surviving Order Members are given one Death Eater to assassinate to draw Voldemort out for the Final Battle. Ginny is given Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry takes Antonin Dolohov. Hermione has Draco Malfoy.

Kiss Kiss Slap Slap by Metaphora - E, WIP - In this game of cat and mouse, who's the cat? Warning: Everyone is awful.

Mudblood by ComfortableSilences - E, 27 chapters - He suddenly pushed her away, ‘get off me Mudblood filth!’ he panted as he stared at her. ‘As if I would ever lower myself to you’ his fingers gripping tightly to the shelf behind him, ‘I’m a Malfoy!’ The words might have hurt her if his tongue hadn’t just been fighting against hers desperately and if he had managed to get his breathing under control. She reached past him lifting her bottle and strode confidently towards the door. ‘Tell that to your cock Malfoy.’ They both knew she had felt his hardness against her body. She opened the door and left him there, panting and conflicted. Pale hair dishevelled. She loved that she had done that to him. _____ Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy have competed against each other since their first year at Hogwarts. She is determined to prove to him that blood purity has nothing to do with academic success, and he just as eager to prove the views he inherited right. It isn't until Hermione starts to enjoy his mean nature and their feud a little too much that it turns...truly personal. They embark on a journey of cat and mouse games, each desperately trying to outdo the other. But can they keep this new rivalry a secret? Do they want to?

A Game of Cat and Mouse by Rcaseyseale - T, one-shot - When sixth year starts, Hermione cannot wait to get back to her sanctuary in the library. Much to her dismay, she finds that her coveted spot has been taken by Draco Malfoy. With a determination to get her favorite place back, Hermione unknowingly enters into a game of predator and prey with Malfoy.

-Lisa

[dramioneficrecommendations]

Best Draco/Hermione Fics Dramione Shippers Read in 2020

A few days ago, I asked you what were the best Dramione fics you'd read in 2020. Here's the huge list of your excellent recs (in alphabetical order):

A Creature Most Unusual by JMilz: Draco Malfoy is on a mission. Unfortunately, Hermione Granger catches him in the act. When she sees that he has adopted a rather unusual magical creature, she becomes determined to make sure he takes care of it. Little does she know, the animal may hold her key to eternal glory . . . and a whirlwind romance. M, 9 Chapters, 24,460 Words

A Little More Alive, Far Less Lost by MGL_Dramione_Lover: After Draco's post-war trial, he finds himself attending his 8th year at Hogwarts with Hermione. As remorse and acceptance replace anger and hate, the old enemies begin a friendship that sparks into much more than they ever hoped for. Hermione's goal as Head Girl is to banish old prejudices and unite the school while Draco's only wish is to become a man worthy of her love. M, 22 Chapters, 84,823

A New Light by mithrilstarlight: Draco spent six years doing his best to keep his head down. Then he runs into Hermione Granger. Turns out, they actually have a lot in common.Chapters posted M/W/F. T, 18 Chapters, 33,876 Words

A Second Look by RiverWriter: Her best friend's life was a mess and she would have done anything to make things better for him and his sons. So, when she found her former enemy in a similar situation her heart went out to him as well... and the beautiful blond baby in his arms didn't hurt his case. It was certainly enough for her to give him a second look. M, 30 Chapters, 127,243 Words

All that is Rare by smithandbarrowman: In the wizarding world, it has long been assumed that men are Alphas and women are Omegas. However, when Hermione Granger discovers that assumptions are rarely factual, her status as one of only a handful of female alphas that has ever existed has men falling at her feet.But there’s only one man she wants, and like the male alphas before her, the hunt is on until he bears her mark. E, 31 Chapters, 119,755 Words

All the Wrong Things by LovesBitca8: Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series. E, 24 Chapters, 160,297 Words

All You Want by senlinyu: Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic. E, 36 Chapters, 172,651

apples & cream by LovesBitca8: She could have taken her things and gone through his Floo without a word. She could have ignored him on Monday morning, as though last night had been no more than a fever dream and too much Firewhisky. But she’d come back to bed. Inspired by the lovely NikitaJuice's "apples & cream." E, 1 Chapter, 1,426 Words

Beginning and End by mightbewriting: Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope. E, 48 Chapters, 242,100 Words

Bells on a Hill by HeyJude19: Left by his fiancée a month before the ceremony, Draco never got his dream wedding, so agreeing to assist Granger with her own wedding planning to distract himself from his broken engagement seems like a great idea—though Draco probably shouldn't fall in love with the bride-to-be. Based very (very) loosely on The Wedding Singer. T, WIP

Bending Light by scullymurphy: Draco Malfoy was in exile, though they called it protection. It was the summer after sixth year and he'd taken Dumbledore's offer, defected to the other side and been sent away to a small town in Italy for his troubles. No magic, few rules, and not a lot to do - until Hermione Granger showed up. M, WIP

Break for me by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE _______________ "-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress.” _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... E, 7 Chapters, 45,107 Words

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by Onyx_and_Elm: For a moment, she's almost giddy. Because Draco Malfoy's been ruined by this war and he's as out of place as she is and — yes, he has scars too. He's got an even bigger one. She wonders whether one day they'll compare sizes. E, 51 Chapters, 148,908 Words

Bring Him to His Knees by Musyc: Draco is on the case of a murderer, but to investigate, he needs a fake relationship - and a kink club play partner. When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them are acting. E, WIP

Calendar Boys by anne_ammons, Nadiapolyakova (Rijaya83): She had thrown out the idea on a lark, but now Hermione Granger was tasked with bringing the charity calendar to life. What was one more thing on her list? An art/writing collaboration between nadiapolyakova and anne_ammons - twelve photos and a piece of the story behind them. M, WIP

Cherry Mint by dirtymudblood: "He could smell her. Even multiple train cars away, he could smell her. Except, Draco didn’t know who she was. He ignored his natural instincts to pant like a dog and follow the scent to the omega in the beginning stages of heat. Instead he willed himself to rub his knuckles against the rough wood of the table in front of him." E, 27 Chapters, 58,081 Words

Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights by bexchan: One of them is desperately trying to remember their past while the other is forever trying to escape theirs. It's seven years after the war and Draco has managed to avoid almost everyone from Hogwarts, living a lonely life on a small island, far away from the wizarding community. But a familiar face in a cafe window capsizes his world into chaos. Dramione. EWE. Memory fic. M, WIP

Difficult by provocative envy: COMPLETE: "I should," I repeated. "But I don't want to." And then he smiled, and I was wrecked. HG/DM. M, 30 Chapters, 87,041 Words

Don't Look Back by Onyx_and_Elm: It’s the smell of it. Chemical. Bitter and sharp as a raw edge on metal. Just a hint of it as she passes him at breakfast — but enough to stop her dead, mid-step. There is Wolfsbane in his tea. E, WIP

Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time by monsterleadmehome: She scoffs. “If you must know, he ‘elected’ me because he thinks our shared animosity will keep you in check. He’s also not worried about you trying to shag me as a distraction.” He leans back, stubbing out his cigarette on the banister. His eyes rove over her from crown to toe and back. She lifts her chin and tries not to shiver. “Well, he’s right about that.” Lucius Malfoy hires Hermione Granger to whip his son into shape so he can find a pure-blood bride and receive his inheritance. What could go wrong? E, 10 Chapters, 48,092 Words

Draco's Gift by TriDogMom: Draco gives Hermione a gift because of an instructional YouTube video. M, 1 Chapter, 1,705 Words

Dragon in the Dark by GracefulLioness: The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him. E, 31 Chapters, 164,782 Words

For a Present Under the Tree by grace_lou_freebush: When Draco and Hermione eloped, the Wizarding World turned against them. Hermione is stuck in a low level, low paying Ministry job with no hope of upward movement. Draco can't even convince someone to hire him. Now, it's Christmas, and Draco knows Hermione deserves the world - or at the least a Christmas gift. He finds the perfect hair comb to replace the horrid Muggle brush she's been making due with, and he'll do anything to afford the paltry present so he can have something to put under the Christmas tree for his wife. Making a beeline for the jewelry box containing the hair combs, Draco rifled through them, landing on an ivory comb with queen anne rose carvings and gold filigree detailing. He brought it to the startled shopkeeper and set it down gently. Pulling his sixth generation Malfoy heirloom pocket watch from his coat, he shoved it in the wizard's face without second guessing himself. "I would like to make an exchange." E, 1 Chapter, 10,141 Words

Fortuitous by MrsRen: Recently divorced Draco doesn't believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn't expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need. M, 13 Chapters, 93,695 Words

Fuck, Marry, Avada by Lilian_Silver: Some years after the war, the gang meets up at the Leaky to play a silly game, with very real consequences. E, 1 Chapter, 3,106 Words

Give Me An Hour by RZZMG: As the war continues to rage on around them, Hermione Granger decides to seduce fellow Order Member, Draco Malfoy, one night while at Grimmauld Place... and everything between them changes after that. Fic follows the "five times" trope, and is dedicated to raspberryjukebox. One-shot. A/U-Extended War scenario. Dramione. Drama-Romance-Hot Shag! COMPLETE! M, 1 Chapter, 3,251 Words

Good Girl by arabellaleyes: Hermione is tired of their normal routine in the bedroom. What will happen when she asks Draco to spice things up? One-shot. Complete. M, 1 Chapter, 9,000 Words

Hindsight by floorcoaster: It's a New Year and Hermione decides it's time to make some changes. T, 12 Chapters, 167,694 Words

How to Love Thy Neighbour by WhatSoMalfoy: After her relationship with Ron falls apart, Hermione attempts to juggle a personal muggle life with a professional wizarding one. After encountering her high school nemesis in the most unlikely place, Hermione adds another ball to the juggling mix. M, 14 Chapters, 41,992 Words

How to Move On by longdistance: It's been nearly a decade since the war. A long time since she locked herself away. A long time since he faced his mistakes. She's what he wants. He's what she needs. It's time for both of them to figure out how to move on. M, WIP

Hydrotherapy by eilonwy: Draco finds a trip to the showers after playing Quidditch... enlightening. E, 2 Chapters, 7,163 Words

I Choose You by melanoradrood: At the end of Fifth Year, Hermione finds out why It is that none have approached her with a Marital Contract, the only way she can remain in the Wizarding World after Graduation. It has already been signed by her Magical Guardian, someone she has never met - she is to be the next Lady Malfoy. A year and a half later, she is a married witch, but still, Draco Malfoy, who had chosen her above all others, had not spoken of it. In fact, they barely spoke at all. And when trouble heads their way, Hermione means to change that. Really, she means to change a lot of things. E, 5 Chapters, 24,527 Words

Isolation by Bex-chan: He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Now complete with epilogue. M, 49 Chapters, 284,050 Words

It Happened in Egypt by bionically: Wandless in Egypt: Draco's stranded in Egypt, but luckily, there's a Granger in sight. Now, if only he could be prevented from strangling her. Fun times abroad: It was supposed to be a leisurely solo trip down the Nile. Hermione didn't factor in one blond man from her past and all his drama. Then, of course, there's the fact that everyone's after him. Much hilarity ensues. Maybe. *** A rom-com adventure/mystery featuring two unwilling partners on the run from Lucius Malfoy, alien-hunters, Muggle police, and local wizards engaged in a civil war. T, WIP

Love and Other Misfortunes by senlinyu: Draco Malfoy is dying. He's part-Veela and needs his mate to survive. Post-war, Hermione Granger is a workaholic, up to her eyeballs in legal activism on behalf of Magical Beings, and hasn't yet noticed that Malfoy is the Magical Being who needs her most. “Because I don’t want to be saved by you just because you feel like you have to.” He was properly furious now. “I’m in love with you." Hermione stared at him. She knew but somehow hearing him say it made the air shimmer with magic. "I’m in love with you,” he said again, despairingly. “And that means I want you to be as happy as you possibly can. And you won’t be, not with me.” M, 23 Chapters, 98,584 Words 

Manacled by senlinyu: Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked.Now illustrated by Avendell. E, 77 Chapters, 370,473 Words

Measure Of A Man by inadaze22: To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man. E, WIP

Meet the Malfoys by raven_maiden: 4 Works, 21, 442 Words

of flavoured names and coloured sounds by Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation): "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him."In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione's moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name. E, 2 Chapters, 10,351

Once Upon a Night by longdistance: One night will change everything. M, 17 Chapters, 57,444 Words

One and Done by PacificRimbaud: Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it. What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables. Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done. E, 4 Chapters, 35,011 Words

Our shared silence by Vofastudum: She wakes up one morning and everyone is just gone, vanished like they never existed at all. Everyone but Him. And in this silent solitude, he's all she has. Hermione and Draco alone in empty castle. Mystery and a plot twist you didn't see coming! EDITED 10/2020 M, 17 Chapters, 40,149 Words

Pinned by bionically: Draco doesn't know what he's expecting when he follows Blaise down a dark alley, but it certainly isn't this. For a man with an addictive personality, this isn't going to turn out well. Assigned trope: Voyeurism *** Or, a chance encounter with a frizzy-haired witch from his misbegotten past in the last place anyone should have expected to see her sets Draco's disordered life on its ear. The path to redemption is truly paved with unexpected surprises. E, 20 Chapters, 110,886 Words

Really Sell It by RoseHarperMaxwell: Draco's having a rough eighth year, and Hermione's going to make it better for him. "Well, it’s clear what needs to happen.” She gripped his chin, tilting his head to make sure she hadn’t missed any injuries, before looking straight into his eyes. “You’re my boyfriend now.” *Featuring fake dating, exhibitionism, and sex-positive Hermione Granger. Submission for Farewell to Summer: The 31 Flavors of Smut Fest. E, 1 Chapters, 7,612 Words

Remain Nameless by HeyJude19: How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco’s daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can’t find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why are morning meetings with Draco Malfoy the only thing that make sense anymore? E, 51 Chapters, 312,315 Words

Remember Us As War (but call us forgiveness) by Anyaparadox: Following the devastation of the Battle of Hogwarts, The Wizarding Population Growth Act is put into effect. All witches and wizards will be matched with their most compatible partner. Failure to comply will not be tolerated. Survival is key. Hermione reminds herself of this. Survival. She can fix this, if only she can survive. The war has made this a task she is equipped for. Marrying Draco Malfoy will hardly be the worst thing she's ever endured. M, WIP

Ring A Ring O' Roses by Gallivant: Dark Magic, Dark Wizards and a mysterious and deadly Dark Flux, which, in the wrong hands, has the terrifying potential to mass-murder Muggles and Muggle-borns ... It’s been fourteen years since the end of the Second Wizarding War and the Wizarding World is settled, stable and seemingly safe… Hermione Weasley has it all: a loving family, a successful career - and happiness… of sorts. But a series of unexpected events is about to turn her life upside-down, threatening those she loves, fatally undermining the peace between worlds that has prevailed for centuries … changing life as she knows it, possibly forever. If working with Draco Malfoy was the last thing Hermione Weasley ever wanted, falling for your enemy was the least expected. A quest to thwart a magical weapon of mass destruction has devastating consequences. A race to save the world, becomes a race to save themselves… M, 65 Chapters, 527,141 Chapters

Set Fire to the Rain by HarleyQuinn1317: What happens when the one you're destined for is the last person you should ever be with... When the Ministry of Magic asks for volunteers for their Marriage Initiative, Hermione Granger must come to terms with the one terrible deed she committed during the Second Wizarding War. Can she find it in her heart to forgive herself and finally learn to let love in? E, WIP

Sex and Occlumency by Graendoll: Hermione didn't escape from the war unscathed, and when she finally decides on a solution to her problems she's left to explore it on her own. A chance encounter with Draco Malfoy sets her world on it's head and leads her down a path towards healing that she would never have anticipated. E, 18 Chapters, 65,079 Words

The Art of Seating Etiquette by inadaze22: Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley. E, 1 Chapter, 9,734 Words

The Auction by LovesBitca8: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. E, 41 Chapters, 325,702 Words

The Binding by Curly_Kay: “Okay, what we know so far.” Hermione listed, "One, our magic is drawing us together. Two, we can use each other’s wands. Three, there were actual sparks when you touched me."After an infant binding ritual magically joins Hermione and Draco to counteract the Black family blood curse, they must navigate the secret binding through their years together at Hogwarts. E, 35 Chapters, 175,451 Words

The Carnal Club by Ada_P_Rix: COMPLETE The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm.... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ...The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. E, 8 Chapters, 43,306 Words

The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy by Speechwriter (batmansymbol): The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix. T, WIP

The Erised Effect by Ada_P_Rix: Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... E, 13 Chapters, 88,852 Words

The Fallout by everythursday: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy. E, 49 Chapters, 310,229 Words

The Figures of Figuring Out by Vofastudum: You were the biggest riddle in my life. You were the one I couldn't figure out. You were the only thing I couldn't find a pattern to. You were something I couldn't look up from any book. Unwritten, with no instructions. And I was used to finding solutions! Post-war eight-year secret romance. Edited 12/2020 M, 13 Chapters, 26,951 Words

The Flat in Bath by Ada_P_Rix: Loosely inspired by 365 Days...-- Malfoy grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly at him. “Don’t you dare, Granger...” He told her roughly as his intense gaze bored into her own. “I fucking forbid you to come until I’ve had enough of you...” Draco caught her cheeks now between the fingers of his free hand and then snapped her head to the side and licked her earlobe, trailing down to her jawline. “...one flutter of those delicious walls of yours and you’re going to wish you never opened your legs for me.” -- __________________ Hermione is kidnapped during a raid and taken captive by someone who doesn't plan on 'torturing' her in the conventional way... E, WIP

The Gloriana Set by ThebeMoon: The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an “Eighth Year”, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. She will do as she pleases, and anyone who doesn’t like it will see the business end of her wand. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family’s name. Hermione’s hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE! M, 81 Chapters, 271,830 Words

The Library of Alexandria by senlinyu: The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather—novel. E, 6 Chapters, 26,383 Words

The List by AureliaBlack90: After her divorce, Hermione decides to get out of town to recover from the pain of her lost relationship and the miscarriage she suffered a year previously. She arrives in the Cotswolds depressed and aimless but compiles a list of things to do that she hopes will help her get back on her feet. In the midst of her journey to find healing she keeps running into Draco Malfoy, who is nothing like she remembered him. He invites her into his world, and Hermione finds exactly what she was looking for - in the place she least expected it. E, 10 Chapters, 70,526 Words

The Manuscript by alexandra_emerson: Five 1/2 years after the war, in the middle of a big fight with Draco, Hermione finds a manuscript. It’s a retelling of her and Draco’s love story, written by him. She never realized how much he was struggling before she read his words. Snippet: I could spend my whole life apologizing to you Hermione, and it would never be enough. Post-war, angst-filled Dramione with a happy ending. M, 21 Chapters, 154,918 Words

The Memory of You by PotionChemist: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fell in love against all odds, but there was one big problem — he was already married. Pressured, Hermione does something she promised herself she would never do again and erases their affair from his memory. Completely devastated, she avoids seeing Draco or the Malfoys at all costs. But is their love too strong? Are they inevitable? What will happen if he finds out about their previous relationship? E, WIP

The Mountain and The Sea by AlexisDanaan: Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git. Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OOC, creature!fic. E, 12 Chapters, 40,441 Words

The Nietzsche Classes by Beringae: The Ministry takes action against the remaining prejudice in the wizarding society and asks Hermione for help. “What do you want? Money? Power? Name your price, Granger. I’m not about to let pride get in my way when an Azkaban sentence is on the line.” M, 15 Chapters, 45,807 Words

The Phoenix Potion by FedonCiadale: Twenty years after the battle of Hogwarts.... Harry is head auror and is worried about cases where Muggleborn children meet with accidents, Ron is a famous Quidditch keeper. Both haven't talked to Hermione for ages and certainly not to her husband, Draco Malfoy. Narcissa Malfoy struggles with a curse, and Neville and Luna try to stay friends with all. The key to solving the problems may lie in the past, a time nobody really wants to revisit and some can't. T, 111 Chapters, 237,745 Words

The Potioneers by omnenomnom: They need each other unfortunately. Hermione has tricked Draco under her tutelage, arrogant attitude and all. But she would be simple to think he would accept it quietly. They have both have secrets to hide, old wounds better left to fester, and a world full of mermaids, dragons, and magic to explore. T, 53 Chapters, 196,559 Words

The Pretense by Colubrina: Voldemort died, but the Death Eaters live on. Hermione Granger traded herself to Draco Malfoy in exchange for safe passage for core Order members. Now he's pretending to love her, Narcissa is pretending to believe that, and Hermione is walking a tightrope behind enemy lines as she figures out what is going on. Unfortunately, people fall off tightropes. (no non-con) T, 50 Chapters, 108,164 Words

The Right Thing To Do by LovesBitca8: Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl. E, 36 Chapters, 174,911 Words

The Seven Year Witch by TheLastLynx: A boy and a girl have been meeting – coincidentally – for seven summers. While they pretty much hate one another most of the year, for those secret summer moments, they manage to see each other in a different light. But will that be enough to bring them together? A Dramione story about growing up and changing perspective, told along - and in-between - the lines of canon. M, WIP

Thirty Times Lucky by galfoy: "Granger, I can't hire you on any longer," Draco said. Hermione stared at him. Losing her job might actually mean losing the War, and she had to bargain, but there was literally nothing she had that he would want. Or was there? M, 2 Chapters, 7,128 Words

Traditions by raven_maiden: She straddled him slowly, still biting her lip, her hands on his shoulders. He held her hips tightly as he stared up at her. “So beautiful,” he whispered, and she flushed prettily, like she always did from his compliments. “You never need to hide from me.” ** Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love during the war. One year later, they're heading home for the holidays so he can finally meet her parents. There's just one teeny little problem: her parents think they're both Muggles. E, 14 Chapters, 68,767 Words

Waifs and Strays by Kyonomiko: War leaves a lot of orphans in its wake. Hermione is one, by her own hand, and she struggles with the realities of her situation. When she finds an orphaned familiar, it seems meant to be, giving and receiving comfort helping to heal her fractured heart. Unfortunately, the animal is actually a wizard, and he has his own issues. M, 31 Chapters, 118,152 Words

What You Think Is Right by icepower55: Six years after the war, Hermione parents are dying and her marriage to Draco is crumbling. Nothing seems logical in her life anymore. Her healer tells her to start writing about it, so she does, as a way to figure things out, and remind herself along the way. Hell is proximity without intimacy -Dante's Inferno M, WIP

When the Bell Tolls by everythursday: As a Dark revival begins to rise four years after the war, Hermione Granger is placed on the assignment of putting an end to them – and her first task is to recruit the Ministry's best hope and last option in the form of Draco Malfoy. E, 20 Chapters, 148,033 Words

Wreck by JMilz: Serving as Minister for Magic, Hermione Granger is finally at the peak of her career. With a beautiful family, a successful book, and the public on her side, her life should be a fairytale. Unfortunately, there is trouble in paradise, and when Draco Malfoy pays her a visit, she begins recalling their history and questioning her marriage. The reality is: every relationship is hard. M, 53 Chapters, 187,992 Words

Thanks to every person who contributed (I hope I've mentioned everyone. If not, let me know. 😊): @certified-arsehole @fedonciadale kiwim22 @really-sad-devil-guy endless-musings @headfullofnargles @pinksunsets-world @rosseliz01 @dramioneden @all-consuming @elricsister @injailoutsoon12 reclusivebird @mariakov81 @notthatchhavi @mordanbooqs @haaatch @hpsassenach @ybaeby @farmgirl-in @coyg-81 @eiramrelyat metterschling-plus-two @a-maidens-fantasy @sansacat @vofastudum @lexayeon @1800-rewrite @aneiria-writes @anonymouslydramione 

It took much longer to compile this list than I thought it would. Hopefully, I didn’t skip anything. 🙈

Happy New Year. May it be better than the previous one and full of great Dramione fics and fanarts! 🥳🥳🥳

And here’s the 2019 list: https://dramioneficrecommendations.tumblr.com/post/190216354767/what-is-the-best-dramione-fic-you-read-in-2019

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Dollhouse 💛 20: Why is it always him?

Hoseok’s job is simple: He enters the host’s body, he confiscates or terminates the target, and he gets back into his own body by dinnertime, easy peasy. Until a client comes along who becomes as obsessed with his life as he becomes with theirs, and the lines between their realities begin to blur.

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💛 Hoseok x Namjoon, Jungkook x Yoongi, Namjoon x Yoongi, Hoseok x Namjoon x Yoongi(?)

💛 word count: 8.8k

💛 hired assassin au, sci-fi, body swapping, graphic violence, infidelity, body dysphoria, lgbtq, smut, fluff, angst, poly, nsfw, smut, 21+

💛 chapter warnings: body dysphoria, flirting, oral sex, anal sex, come eating, threesome, deception, messy messy feelings

💛 beta read by @neoneunnajimin 

💛 posted oct. 2022 | read on ao3

When Yoongi was still just a boy in the 1990s, his father bought the patents for the technology that would allow a human to swap consciousness with another human. It read like something out of a dystopian novel from the 1960s, and very few people took his father seriously at the time. 

According to The Boss, the technology took decades to perfect, and he spent years performing less-than-ethical tests on the prison population during the late 1990s and early 2000s. Min Hyunsuk and his partner at the time nearly went bankrupt getting everything perfected, and it was by chance that Hyunsuk's father died when he did, passing the pharmaceuticals conglomerate to him. And at first, he was an honest man doing business that was as honest as one could, where pharmaceuticals were involved.

But then his partner sold the technology to someone on the sly, and Min Hyunsuk became bitter at first, then vengeful. With vengeance came greed, and with greed came all the other nefarious shit he got himself into. At least, that was how The Boss told it to Hoseok. 

A key detail that The Boss left out of the story was who the business partner was. She had also left out the detail of who the technology was sold to, but Hoseok was able to easily put two and two together and determine that the buyer was most likely his employer with the government. Hoseok suspects that The Boss has more personal ties to the story, but getting to the heart of her involvement is never an easy task, and Hoseok doesn't dare pry. He expects to find out sooner than later.

Hoseok cannot help but wonder if the timing of Jeongguk hiring them to take out his father Jeon Jaebeom is serendipitous or not, considering Min Hyunsuk has been—according to The Boss—a thorn in everyone's side in the last ten or so years, but especially more recently. 

She suspects that he and his men have been increasing the gang and drug activity in the streets as a fuck you to the government that is tasked with controlling the citizens. Hoseok finds her theory to be on the side of paranoia and assumes they are just money-hungry men with very little morality in search of more income. But perhaps it could be a bit of both. With Min Hyunsuk dead, they may never know. Unless, of course, the answers lie with Jeon Jaebeom. 

It feels like ages have passed since Hoseok has sat in his usual red leather chair in The Boss' office, across from Jeongguk, who sits in his usual matching leather chair. Beside Jeongguk is Yoongi, who is slumped back in his matching chair with a glass of whiskey in his hands, staring ahead at the small, empty table before him. Yoongi does that a lot lately—stares ahead as if he is witnessing entire dimensions that Hoseok has no knowledge of. 

Hoseok wears a tweed grey suit and he sits high with his cane at his side, with both feet flat on the ground. A glass of whiskey is cradled between his fingers, but he has only taken one small sip. The two before him are head to toe in black, much to the surprise of absolutely nobody, and Jeongguk hasn't touched his finger of whiskey, abandoning it on the small table between him and Hoseok. 

The Boss sets a file down on the table beside Jeongguk's glass, and neither he nor Hoseok reaches for it. Hoseok still has not quite perfected the art of bending forward without feeling the deep kiss of pain, and he is not eager to feel it right now, so, he looks up at Jeongguk and stares long enough for him to look back. Just one raise of Hoseok's eyebrows is all it takes for Jeongguk to let out a deep sigh and pick up the file.

"Jeon Jaebeom has fled the country," The Boss announces the moment Jeongguk opens the manila folder. 

Jeongguk's eyes widen and skim the page before him, then he slowly begins to flip through the contents of the file. Curiosity tugs at Hoseok, but he waits.

"We have agents tailing him and have found him in a compound in the same district in Osaka that you were in before. The agents have been instructed to bring him back to us in one piece. We would like to ask him a few questions before carrying out your execution order and completing the terms stated in our contract."

Jeongguk's gaze snaps to The Boss, dark and laser-focused. "What questions?"

The Boss holds her hands on her hips, cinching her long floral dress, and she cocks her head to the side. "Is something the matter, Mister Jeon?"

Jeongguk takes in a deep breath and turns away, toward Yoongi, who blinks back into the present reality and cocks his head as if to ask Jeongguk what he needs. Jeongguk closes the file and tosses it to the table. 

"No," Jeongguk mutters. "As long as you carry out your end of the bargain and your agent assassinates my father as promised, I don't have any problems."

Hoseok can't help but snicker at Jeongguk's word choice. Your agent. As if he isn't sitting before him. As if they haven't shared much more than contractual agreements. He might even be offended if this moodiness of Jeongguk's were anything new. 

The meeting wraps shortly after. Neither Jeongguk nor Yoongi seems in the mood to discuss what to do next, and Hoseok has a suspicion, based on The Boss' body language after Jeongguk's outburst and the meeting getting cut short, that she is withholding information from them on purpose. 

Yoongi grunts and slams his whiskey, then makes his way to the door, and Jeongguk leaves his untouched glass on the table and follows behind. And there is a part of Hoseok that wants to reach out to Yoongi and hold him in his arms, but now is not the time. The last time they saw each other—when Hoseok confessed aloud to his husband of possibly being in love with Yoongi—was over a week ago, and it has been radio silence since.  

And honestly, Hoseok knows that he should know better; from the very start, Yoongi and Jeongguk have been nothing but trouble. There are times when he has no idea if what Yoongi says is true—if how Yoongi seems to feel is really how he feels, or if he is just playing another game to ensnare Hoseok into yet another trap. 

"Seems our boys are weaker than we thought," The Boss grumbles, pulling Hoseok from his thoughts. 

"Seems so."

"I expected it from Jeon, but not Min," The Boss continues. "I wonder what they are hiding."

Hoseok can't help but chuckle, having spent so much of his time and energy wondering the same. "Perhaps Yoongi knows."

The Boss cocks an eyebrow. "Knows?"

"As you told me, a while back. About the company’s dealings with his father’s previous associate."

At this, The Boss rolls her eyes. "Perhaps. But then what is his angle? Revenge can't be what he is out for if he so willingly murdered his own father on our dime."

Hoseok shrugs, unsure himself. Asking Yoongi about it flat out may be too dangerous, so Hoseok plans to wait until Yoongi brings it up instead. All he responds is, "Hard to say."

As soon as Hoseok unlocks his front door and steps through the threshold, the sound of laughter greets him—two deep voices that Hoseok has come to know and love so well. He wonders if the third has joined them today or if he is off being a recluse, as he seems to prefer lately. 

Hoseok leans against his cane and gently nudges the door back with his foot, then he bends slowly at the hips and rests his butt against the door so he can get out of one shoe and then the other, using just his toes. As footsteps travel down the short staircase to him, Hoseok smiles, always happy for Namjoon's assistance even though he doesn't require it. The smell of cologne hits him before his eyes have a chance to catch up, and when Hoseok looks up, he lets out a short gasp. 

Not that Hoseok should ever be surprised to find Yoongi standing before him expectantly, like a well-behaved dog. But the frequency in which it has happened since the incident has increased so much, Hoseok still feels taken aback. 

"Welcome home, honey," Yoongi says in a sweet, somewhat sarcastic tone. 

Hoseok chuckles, but he doesn't feel much humor in the moment. Unable to mince his words, he straightens out on his cane, ignoring the elbow Yoongi holds out for him as he mutters, "Now you're happy to see me."

Yoongi is undeterred and puts a hand on the small of Hoseok's back as they walk together to the stairs. "I'm always happy to see you, Hoba. I was just...not feeling my best this afternoon."

Hoba. That damned nickname. It is as if Yoongi uses it when he knows he needs to try to soften Hoseok a little—file away his sharp corners. And it is not going to work this time. 

"Not a glance, not a hello," Hoseok mutters, feeling exhausted and angry that he has to lean so much on his cane, despite insisting to himself that he can handle it, ignoring how tired his legs feel. "Hate the job all you want, but don't shut me out."

Hoseok despises how whiny he sounds—how desperate Yoongi must think he is. But he is whiny. He is desperate. Yoongi walking into a room and pretending he doesn't exist just feels wrong.

"I'm sorry, truly," Yoongi continues in a calm tone. "It hasn't been easy with Jeongguk lately, and being there with The Boss...I don't know; I think the whole killing-my-dad thing is taking a toll on me emotionally. I don't feel like myself sitting in that office."

They reach the top of the stairs. Sweet relief. Namjoon sits on the small couch with his arm slung over the back and a wine glass cradled in his fingers. He watches with a big dopey grin as Hoseok looks up, and Hoseok can't help but smile back. 

"Wow, I can't believe Yoongi let you walk," Namjoon teases with a raise of his eyebrows. "Chivalry really is dead."

"Let him walk?" Yoongi asks, snaking his arm around Hoseok's side.

Namjoon hums and smiles. "I usually carry him. I figure, by the time he comes home, he has probably had a long day on his feet."

"Oh," Yoongi says, and Hoseok turns to find him looking genuinely upset. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Hoseok responds simply, tugging his lips into a smile that he can tell is not even remotely convincing. Sure, he is capable of getting around on his own, but he has had a long day, and as well as he is healing, he finds himself getting exhausted quickly. 

"Do you want to go change?" Namjoon asks, straightening out on the couch. 

"Yes, but we have a guest, I can wait."

Hoseok has no time to react as Yoongi scoops him up, bridal style, and begins to carry him toward the taller set of stairs. "I got you," he mutters sweetly, and when Hoseok looks over Yoongi’s shoulder, adjusting his cane over his legs, Namjoon sends him a wink.

The whiplash of dealing with Yoongi's moods makes Hoseok's head spin. They don't say a word to one another as they go upstairs, but as soon as Yoongi sets Hoseok beside his large closet and Hoseok begins to unbutton his grey tweed blazer, Yoongi rests his head on Hoseok's shoulder, snakes his arms around his waist and begins helping with the buttons. How domestic.

"This suit is breathtaking on you, Hoba," Yoongi groans in Hoseok's ear, hot breath ghosting on his neck. 

Hoseok scoffs and shrugs out of the jacket, forcing Yoongi to take a small step back. "I had no idea you noticed what I wore today," he decides to bitterly mumble in response. 

"How do I make it up to you?" Yoongi asks, deep and dark and sending a shiver straight down Hoseok's spine.

"Stop it," Hoseok mutters as he drops his jacket to the floor. Yoongi's arms are around him once more, loosening his tie as Hoseok begins to untuck his shirt. 

"I mean it," Yoongi responds. "You're clearly bothered, and I want to make things right. Tell me what you need, baby."

Hoseok and Yoongi's hands both still, and, for a split moment, Hoseok forgets how to breathe. 

"I'm sor—" Yoongi begins, and Hoseok mutters, "Stop apologizing."

Yoongi drops his hands from Hoseok's tie and takes a step back. Tension hangs in the air between them, and from a mirror on the wall of the closet, between Hoseok's hanging slacks and Namjoon's button-ups, Hoseok watches as Yoongi turns and runs a hand through his grown-out, dark brown hair. He looks distressed, and Hoseok does not feel even remotely sorry for him. 

Hoseok pulls his loosened tie away from his neck and drops it to the floor beside him, waiting for Yoongi to speak. Instead, footsteps scale the stairs, Yoongi leaves the room, and nobody says a word.

A moment later, Hoseok turns to find Namjoon in the doorway grinning widely. "I have to head into the office. We have that meeting tonight if you recall."

Hoseok barely recalls, but he cracks a smile and nods anyway. 

"Want Yoongi to stay?"

After a pause, Hoseok shrugs. He supposes it would be nice to not be alone, but he is not sure if it is Yoongi's company he desires. "If he wants to," he mutters noncommittally.

Namjoon approaches and reaches around Hoseok in the same way Yoongi had. Hoseok considers the size differences between the three of them and forces himself to stop from imagining Namjoon towering over Yoongi's smaller frame as Namjoon begins unbuttoning Hoseok's shirt while gently kissing his temple and cheek. 

"I think Yoongi is using me as a free therapist," Namjoon says with a smile that just barely shows off his dimples. "Seems like he really needs someone to talk to."

"Killing your dad will do that, I guess," Hoseok responds before he can stop himself. He glances into the mirror ahead of them and notices Namjoon frowning.

"Go easy on him."

Hoseok lets out a deep sigh and nods shallowly. "I know. I didn't mean anything by it."

"Want to talk about it?" Namjoon asks as his lips connect once more to Hoseok's temple, sending warmth down Hoseok's spine.

"Are you seeking more free clients, doc?" Hoseok chides softly as Namjoon works open the final button and backs up just enough to slide Hoseok’s shirt to the floor. 

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for pretty boys who pout."

Laughter rocks through Hoseok's chest faster than he can stop it, and he shakes his head and begins reaching for a plain black t-shirt. "Yoongi can stay. I could use a glass of wine, and he's always good company."

As Hoseok tugs the shirt over his head, Namjoon's palms are on his pecs, lightly rubbing and squeezing the skin and muscle, forcing Hoseok to gasp and steady himself. The hands rub down the expanse of Hoseok's tummy, and Hoseok pulls his head through the neck of the shirt in time for Namjoon's fingers to reach his fly, and for his lips to reach his cheek.

"Feel free to relieve one another's stress while I'm away, baby."

Hoseok attempts to hold his composure as he stares into the mirror, into Namjoon's eyes. He watches as his husband undoes his pants and pushes them down to the floor, noting the path his eyes take as he gawks at Hoseok's exposed tummy and thighs. These men are going to be the death of him. 

Namjoon helps Hoseok into a pair of sweatpants before he leaves. Laughable, really, since it will only take Hoseok ten minutes after sitting on his couch with a glass of wine in his hand to ask Yoongi to come sit on his lap and do good on his promise to repent for his attitude and make it up to him. Only five more minutes will pass before Yoongi is on his knees, yanking those sweatpants to the floor and gently pulling Hoseok's thighs over his shoulders.

And with hands and a mouth as talented as Yoongi's, who is Hoseok to deny him forgiveness?

Over the next few weeks, Jeongguk seems to come around more, almost as if nothing had ever happened. His spirits are higher, and Hoseok often comes home to find him amongst Yoongi and Namjoon on the couch. Hoseok's use of his cane is dwindling, and he insists on getting up the stairs by himself. It almost feels as if everything is back to normal.

The Boss still has someone tailing Jaebeom in Japan, and otherwise, Hoseok's job is mostly paperwork and debriefing other agents. He could get back onto the field, but The Boss doesn't want him to strain himself emotionally, so he accepts and hangs back, letting other agents handle all work involving hosts. For once, since Hoseok graduated college and joined the special forces, his life feels somewhat ordinary, and he likes it.

"I think I may want to retire from this position once I finish with Jeongguk's contract," Hoseok says as he snuggles up to Namjoon's bare chest, sweaty from sex and slowly succumbing to sleep.

Namjoon hums and pulls Hoseok close. "Would you want to take off from working entirely or find a new profession?"

Hoseok shrugs. "Not sure. I'm just tired of all the bloodshed. Having a break from it has been really nice."

"I still can't really wrap my head around any of it," Namjoon mutters. There is a darkness to his voice that Hoseok can't place. Sadness? Disappointment? "It's just so strange to imagine my bright, sweet husband killing someone."

"I hate that I've had to lie to you," is all Hoseok can bring himself to say. 

Nausea pools as he considers all the things he has lied to Namjoon about in the last several months and lets out a deep sigh as the image of Yoongi pressing himself against him in the dark hotel penthouse floods into his mind.

"It was a hard pill to swallow," Namjoon admits, squeezing his arm around Hoseok. "But if you had to lie for your own safety, or for mine, then I understand."

The old, familiar vines snake around Hoseok's heart, and he says nothing in response.

It is a rare day with just Jeongguk in his living room. Hoseok sits reclined with his feet up on an ottoman that matches the couch. Jeongguk has his head in Hoseok's lap, and Hoseok runs his fingers through his hair. They are watching reruns of an older drama, and there is a half-empty bottle of wine on the table beside two empty glasses. 

Hoseok wonders if this is what it feels like to have a best friend. Since college, he stopped getting too close to others, feeling content with the relationship he and Namjoon had—which in itself was quite the feat for him. Getting close to others was something Hoseok has preferred to avoid. 

But he has always watched people on shows and movies cuddle and giggle and gossip and wondered if that was a realistic depiction of how people behave. As it turns out, Jeongguk likes to cuddle and giggle when the mood is right, and Hoseok likes to let him. 

Namjoon and Yoongi are out for the night at an exhibit opening for one of the nearby art museums. Both Hoseok and Jeongguk were invited to tag along, but Hoseok has been looking forward to getting some alone time with Jeongguk, and he doesn't feel like schmoozing with art history buffs. 

As Hoseok gently scratches his blunt nails against Jeongguk's scalp, twirling dark brown waves in his fingers, he realizes just how much he misses Jeongguk's body. Hoseok dreams about Jeongguk's body. In some, he is jumped and performing jobs—murdering and all that. In others, he is Jeongguk—living and breathing a life that isn't his own.

The urge to jump with Jeongguk is strong, but he doesn't know how to breach the topic. He doesn't know how to explain himself. Hoseok does not believe himself to be transgender and does not think he wants his own body to be changed—he does not feel as if his body is in any way different from how he would like it to be, which is his only understanding of how transgender people may feel. But he does want to feel what Jeongguk feels, in Jeongguk's body. He wants it more than he cares to admit.

"You alright, Seok-hyung?" Jeongguk asks, tilting his face to look up at him.

Hoseok realizes his hand must have stopped moving, as it hovers in Jeongguk's hair, tugging at the strands as Jeongguk moves below him. Hoseok removes his hand and nods his head, but he can tell by Jeongguk's squint that he doesn't buy it. 

"You can tell me, hyung."

And although Hoseok wants to say it is nothing, to shake his head and dismiss Jeongguk, he wonders if maybe it would be better to just admit to how he feels, for clarity's sake.

"Actually," Hoseok mutters, feeling self-conscious as Jeongguk sits up beside him and turns his body to give Hoseok his full attention. "How does it feel t-to be trans?"

Jeongguk's eyes search Hoseok a moment and then he shrugs. "I imagine it's different for everyone."

Hoseok hums and nods. Of course, that is the most reasonable response; it is not as if the human experience is identical between any two people.

"I guess, for me, I felt like my body should be more masculine than it was, and once I removed my breasts and started taking testosterone, I felt more like...like how I wanted to feel."

"Did you always feel that way, or only sometimes?"

"Always," Jeongguk responds quickly, easily. "Even as a child, even before puberty, something felt off. I didn't feel like I was a girl, but I was always treated like one, and it confused me. When puberty hit and menstruation came, followed by breasts, it was hell on earth."

Hoseok has no idea what to say. He does feel sorry for the experience Jeongguk went through but he is not certain Jeongguk would want him to say that out loud. Pity isn't something Jeongguk accepts graciously.

"I never really felt like a man, either," Jeongguk continues. "And I never wanted bottom surgery. Once I got my tits chopped off, I started to feel a lot better."

At his brash comment, Hoseok cannot help but laugh, and Jeongguk laughs, too. Hoseok reaches for the wine bottle and dumps its contents into the two glasses, then sits back with both in his hands, holding one toward Jeongguk. Jeongguk accepts and they tap their glasses in a silent toast and chug back the wine. Hoseok immediately wants to grab another bottle, and debates standing up. 

But Jeongguk grabs his empty glass, sets it on the table, then straddles Hoseok's legs, forcing him to settle back against the couch. Jeongguk cages Hoseok's head in with his arms and Hoseok stares at Jeongguk, confused, forgetting how to breathe. Jeongguk is beautiful—devastatingly so, this close, with his soft yet pointed lips and big, curious eyes. Hoseok overlooks Jeongguk's beauty often—that is, until he is trapped like his prey and forced to really, truly look at him.

"Why do you ask?" Jeongguk questions with a mischievous glare.

In this proximity, with Jeongguk's warm breath ghosting his face, Hoseok feels blood rush to his cock. What awful timing, he thinks.

"I d-don't know," Hoseok responds in a breathy, weak voice. 

Jeongguk's lips curl into a playful sneer and Hoseok can't help but stare. 

"I j-just," Hoseok tries, swallows a lump, and tries again, "I miss—I mean—I want to jump again. With you."

"You miss my body," Jeongguk responds, voice deep and dripping with poison. 

"Yes," Hoseok all but whispers. “But I don’t know what it means.”

Jeongguk leans in close, nuzzles the tip of his nose against Hoseok's nose, and Hoseok's breath hitches as Jeongguk mutters, "I miss your body, too, hyung."

Hoseok lifts his hands and settles them on Jeongguk's waist, cinching the black hoodie that hangs loosely against his perfect frame. He wants to pull Jeongguk close and kiss him until he is just as breathless and dizzy as Hoseok feels. But then the front door opens, and Jeongguk slides away, leaving Hoseok alone and conflicted as voices he can hardly make out boom around him. He can't help but wonder what the fuck just happened.

Arms sling around Hoseok's neck and he lifts his hand to pull them close as he realizes it is Yoongi wrapped around him and not Namjoon. The smell of whiskey wafts from Yoongi's breath as he gives Hoseok a kiss on the cheek and retracts his arms, all the while Hoseok stares ahead at the long-forgotten television. 

"Did you guys have fun?" Hoseok hears Jeongguk ask, and he turns in time to see Jeongguk pull Yoongi into a chaste kiss, smiling against his lips. It churns up something inside Hoseok's stomach that mixes with bile and threatens to make him sick, but he doesn't look away. 

"We did," Yoongi answers as he breaks the kiss and turns to smile at Hoseok. Namjoon is still down by the front door, and Hoseok can't see him, but he can hear some rummaging around down there. Yoongi continues, says, "Joonie is great company," and Hoseok doesn't miss the way he nibbles on his bottom lip. 

Finally, Namjoon comes up the stairs with his grey blazer draped over his arm. His light blue button-up is tucked haphazardly into his slacks, his hair is a bit tousled and Hoseok thinks he can see a red mark on his neck. 

Jealousy hits Hoseok like a truck and he tries to swallow down the feeling—he had been moments away from kissing Jeongguk, after all. But since when did Namjoon begin fooling around with Yoongi? Is that what they do before Hoseok returns from work to find Yoongi on their couch with his husband?

"Hey, baby," Namjoon mutters deep and sweet against Hoseok's neck. Hoseok resists the urge to flinch away and he closes his eyes. 

"You two had fun?" Hoseok asks softly.

Namjoon hums and Hoseok can feel him smile against his skin. "Did you?"

Hoseok shrugs despite himself and says, "We did. But I feel tired."

"Let's put you to bed, then," Namjoon responds sweetly. 

Yoongi and Jeongguk say quick goodbyes with a kiss to Hoseok's cheek each and are gone before he can fully process everything that has happened in the last five or so minutes. As soon as the door closes behind them, Hoseok stands from the couch with a start, ignoring the dull burst of pain in his side. He starts for the stairs but Namjoon picks him up, and he shoves against Namjoon's chest.

"I don't want your help," Hoseok says before he can stop himself. He feels petulant, like a child, and he wants to be left alone.

"Did something happen with Jeongguk?" Namjoon asks, voice concerned and soft. He sets Hoseok down on the second step, and Hoseok feels small despite towering over his husband. 

"No!" Hoseok snaps. He points to Namjoon's neck as he says, "But clearly something happened with Yoongi," and his voice cracks at the end as he feels the overwhelming urge to cry.

Namjoon studies Hoseok, and after enough silence, Hoseok gives up on getting a response and turns to scale the stairs. Behind him, Namjoon calmly asks, "And who are you more jealous of? Me or Yoongi?"

"And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Hoseok asks, steadying himself with the railing as he whips back around to face Namjoon, who stares from the bottom landing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Yoongi kissed me, and I let him grope me a little and suck on my neck. I wanted to bend him over and fuck him where he stood, but that wouldn't have been too decent, outside a museum, on a public sidewalk."

Hoseok's heart pounds heavily in his chest, and he wonders if he might suffocate on the vines that grip tightly to his ribcage. "You kissed Yoongi at the museum? In front of everyone?"

The smile that tugs on Namjoon's lips further infuriates Hoseok, and he watches as his husband blushes. "We were leaving to come home and he pushed me against the wall outside." Namjoon begins walking up the stairs slowly as if stalking Hoseok, and Hoseok can't help but step backward to get away. "He pressed his entire body against me and begged me to let him kiss me."

"Wow, good for you," Hoseok bites.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and smirks. "I saw Jeongguk on your lap, Hoseok. Saw him through the window. You don't get to play the role of the scorned partner when you were doing the same."

"N-nothing happened," Hoseok mutters as his foot reaches the top landing. He takes a step back but waits for Namjoon to catch up. 

"And if we hadn't come home when we did?" Namjoon asks as his foot hits the landing and he stares down at Hoseok, who hugs his arms around his torso.

"I don't know," Hoseok admits quietly. "It felt like he was going to kiss me, but...I don't know. When it comes to Jeongguk, I never know."

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow and hums, then leaves Hoseok as he walks into their bedroom. Hoseok knows he has no place to feel even an inkling of jealousy but that doesn't stop the feelings from bubbling inside him. Namjoon's voice echoes in Hoseok's mind, And who are you more jealous of? Me or Yoongi? Hoseok isn't sure he has the answer, but he knows that whatever the answer may be, it is complicated. 

"Come here, Seok," Namjoon calls from their bedroom door. His shirt is unbuttoned and open, and Hoseok swoons at the sight. A lifetime with Namjoon can never prepare Hoseok for how he feels at the sight of his body. Hoseok drops his arms and approaches Namjoon, who straightens up with a smile and holds his arms out. Hoseok snakes his arms into the shirt to touch Namjoon's skin, and he nuzzles into his neck and hugs him tight.

"I was jealous of Yoongi," Hoseok mutters. "But also you. I don't know. It's complicated."

"Don't be jealous, baby. We both love you." 

We both love you. Hoseok tries to ignore the tightness in his chest and nods his head. "I know," he responds. 

Hoseok lies with his eyes wide, staring ahead at the off-white stippled ceiling, and catches his breath. He is covered in sweat and exhausted from fucking Namjoon, and he barely registers Namjoon returning from the bathroom until the mattress dips beside him and a warm arm wraps around his middle.

The doorbell rings and at first, Hoseok doesn’t register the sound. A glance at the alarm clock on his bedside table glows with bright red numbers. It is 10:14 PM. Who could possibly be at the door?

“I’ll get it,” Namjoon grumbles as he rolls out of bed. 

“Nonsense,” Hoseok responds, getting to his feet. There is no way Namjoon doesn’t have a limp after what they just did; Hoseok’s limp is probably less severe. 

Hoseok and Namjoon both hobble over to their closet and grab towels to wrap over their hips. It is not ideal garb to fashion for answering the door, but Hoseok does not have the energy to put on shorts, and he has a feeling that Namjoon also does not.

With a giggle, Namjoon scurries ahead, down the stairs. Hoseok follows behind with a little pep in his step, holding the railing tightly on his way down. 

Overall, Hoseok feels good. The pain in his side is dull and persistent but it has become a part of him that often goes unnoticed. His legs no longer feel as weak and stiff, and he doesn’t feel exhausted when he comes home—an improvement from even a few weeks ago. Most importantly, he can fuck Namjoon just as hard as he could before the accident, with minor pain. Things seem to be looking up. 

Namjoon flicks on a lamp beside the couches, which douses the living room in a nice warm yellow glow, and Hoseok gets to the bottom of the stairs in time for Namjoon to scale the final small staircase, leading to the front entrance. The front door opens as Hoseok reaches the living room, and he hears a familiar deep, raspy voice. His heart speeds up as he rounds the corner and looks down at the entrance. Yoongi is standing in the doorway, winded as if he has just run a great distance. 

“Hey,” Hoseok says, and Namjoon turns to Hoseok with a worried look before turning back to Yoongi. 

“I needed to see you guys,” Yoongi mutters, inviting himself in and closing the door behind him. He wears an oversized white tee over black joggers, with his hair tucked behind his ears. His eyes fall to the towels hanging around Namjoon and Hoseok’s hips, and a smirk tugs at his pretty lips as he asks, “Am I interrupting?”

“No,” Namjoon blurts; blush rises to his cheeks. “We just finished.”

“Darn,” Yoongi pouts, sharp eyes downturned in a way that makes Hoseok’s heart melt. “I’m too late.”

“Is everything okay?” Hoseok asks, still on the upper landing. Something seems off about Yoongi but he can’t place it. And it is unlike him to turn up unannounced, especially so late. 

Yoongi smiles softly but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Everything is fine. Can’t I just miss you?”

Hoseok supposes he could, but that still doesn’t explain—

“What about Jeongguk?” Namjoon asks. 

“He’s asleep.”

“Asleep?” Hoseok asks. At 10 PM?

Yoongi nods and shrugs. “I guess he’s not feeling the best. Had an upset stomach.”

“Oh,” Hoseok responds. Strange, Jeongguk seemed fine earlier, and nothing they ate or drank had bothered Hoseok’s stomach. “He knows you’re here, though?”

“Of course,” Yoongi mutters. “Our days of deception are behind us.”

“Deception?” Namjoon asks, and Hoseok’s stomach plummets into nausea. Why would Yoongi say something like that so flippantly?

But Yoongi laughs, full-bellied with his gums showing. “I’m joking!” 

Hoseok chuckles but it is an uncomfortable laugh. He can’t tell what Yoongi is up to but everything about the interaction feels so strange. 

Namjoon, in his post-sex haze, however, seems positively charmed as he leans against the closed front door with his arms crossed loosely over his chest. 

“Want to come up, hyung?” Namjoon asks sweetly, and Yoongi glances between Hoseok and Namjoon, then closes the gap between himself and Namjoon and rubs his palms over Namjoon’s chest. 

“I would love to come up,” Yoongi responds in a deep rasp. 

Hoseok nods and turns toward the kitchen, instinctively going to fetch a bottle of wine. He doesn’t make it far, however, before two arms are around his waist and soft lips are pressed into his neck. 

“Come to the couch,” Yoongi grumbles. 

“I was gonna grab us wine.”

Yoongi’s head shakes, nose nuzzling against Hoseok’s neck. “We don’t need it.”

Hoseok allows Yoongi to sway him toward the couch, waddling as they take exaggerated steps side to side. Yoongi’s playfulness is surprising, but Hoseok enjoys it. It feels like it has been too long since they have enjoyed each other’s company without stress. 

As the two of them approach the couch, Namjoon rounds it from the other side and has a seat with his arm up on the back. Yoongi releases Hoseok and slides into the space beside Namjoon, immediately groping his bare chest and stomach. 

“Joonie might be a bit sore,” Hoseok mutters. 

“Are you?” Yoongi asks Hoseok with a lift of his brow. 

Hoseok chuckles and gives Yoongi an incredulous look. “No,” he responds, simply. 

“Are you up for it?” Yoongi asks. 

Before Hoseok can respond, Yoongi is off the couch. “I want you on Namjoon’s lap, baby. I’m gonna run up for lube. Get him hard for me, please.”

Simple enough instructions, though Hoseok cannot figure out where any of this is coming from. But how could he deny such an enticing request? 

Hoseok approaches the couch, and straddles Namjoon's thighs, settling down with his towel falling open. Namjoon gently wraps his arms around Hoseok and pulls him close, smiling as their lips connect for a chaste kiss. 

"What an interesting turn of events," Namjoon mutters against Hoseok's lips. 

Hoseok hums. He still feels a bit hazy from his orgasm earlier, and now with Yoongi showing up and giving them orders, it almost feels surreal. For all Hoseok knows, he could be dreaming. 

Namjoon undoes the towel from around Hoseok's hips and takes his cock in both hands, gently squeezing the shaft and head in his palms, sending a wave of pleasure through Hoseok that has his head lolling back; he feels sensitive from earlier. 

"You're still sticky," Namjoon teases as he angles his chin up for a kiss, and Hoseok chuckles as he presses his lips against Namjoon's. 

Footsteps descend the stairs and Hoseok looks to the left to find Yoongi approaching with a grin. His hands are in the pockets of his joggers, and he stands and watches as Namjoon slowly jerks Hoseok off, lips pressed against his chin. 

"You two are amazing," Yoongi mutters, and Namjoon's hands twist and tug just right to have Hoseok's back bowing and eyelashes fluttering. 

Behind him, the sound of the table being pushed along the hardwood floor can be heard. Two large, warm hands gently grab Hoseok's ass and he gasps and relaxes into the touch. Yoongi gives him a gentle push until he is high on his knees with his ass in the air. 

"We're going to fuck you," Yoongi groans as his lips make contact with Hoseok's lower back and trail down over one of his cheeks. "Sound good, Seokie?"

All Hoseok can do is groan in response as Namjoon's hands stroke him slowly, and Yoongi settles behind Hoseok with his lips working their way to his hole. Hoseok loves Yoongi's tongue and the anticipation of being eaten out has him buzzing like a live wire. 

Yoongi spreads Hoseok wide and runs his tongue over Hoseok's perineum and up, across his rim. Hoseok shudders and gasps, surprised by the sudden contact that feels like heaven. Pleasure vibrates through Hoseok, spurred on by Namjoon's hands and Yoongi's tongue. 

The way Yoongi eats Hoseok's ass is slow and steady and different from how he is used to Yoongi licking him. And perhaps Hoseok is overthinking due to overwhelming pleasure, but he can't help but notice how quiet Yoongi is—no growls or groans of words of praise. Hoseok, however, does not let the shift in behavior deter him from chasing his high, which begins to soar from the feeling of one of Yoongi's long, knobby, lube-slicked fingers penetrating him. 

"F-fuck," Hoseok moans.

Yoongi groans. "You like that, baby boy?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Are you gonna come for us, Seokie?" Namjoon asks as his hand pulls up Hoseok's length and squeezes his tip.

"Y-yes, baby," Hoseok sobs as his eyes squeeze shut.

Hoseok feels crazed and desperate to come, doing his best not to rock back on Yoongi's finger despite wanting him harder and faster. Yoongi slowly works a second finger into Hoseok and angles them to hit Hoseok's prostate in gentle, steady motions, and it is all Hoseok needs to become a trembling mess as he grips onto Namjoon's shoulders and whimpers through overwhelming bliss. 

"G-gonna c—" is all Hoseok manages to choke out before Namjoon's lips are wrapping around his cockhead and sucking the soul from his body. Hoseok trembles and sobs and sees stars burst behind his eyelids as Namjoon and Yoongi push him over the edge.

Namjoon groans and swallows Hoseok's release, and Yoongi continues to work Hoseok's ass with his lips and teeth nipping at the soft skin of one of his buttcheeks. For a split moment, Hoseok wonders if he may black out from pleasure, but Namjoon releases his spent cock, and Yoongi pulls his fingers out.

"Greedy Seokie, already coming and we haven't even fucked you yet."

Yoongi keeps saying we and Hoseok cannot wrap his head around what he could mean. Is Namjoon also going to fuck him, he wonders. He does not have much of a chance to worry because with the press of three fingers slowly into Hoseok's rim, his brain short-circuits and he loses all concept of everything but the skin that touches him on all sides. 

Slowly, Hoseok is fingered open, and by the time he accommodates to the stretch of three fingers, his cock is hard and leaking against his tummy, pressed between his and Namjoon's bodies, while his husband kisses him with sloppy licks of his tongue and gentle nips of his teeth. 

Yoongi pulls his fingers out, leaving Hoseok panting and needy—desperate to be filled. There is a shuffling of clothing behind him, and Hoseok breaks from Namjoon's kiss to gasp for breath and sinks into the feeling of Namjoon's lips on his jaw and neck.

"Are your knees tired?" Yoongi asks as two large, warm hands cradle Hoseok's ass and spread him wide. "Or can you stay like this a while longer?"

The last thing on earth Hoseok wants to do in a time like this is move. "I can stay like this," he mutters. 

Lips are on Hoseok's shoulder, opposite to Namjoon's lips on his neck, and Hoseok is lifted slightly higher on his knees as Yoongi lines his cock up with his entrance. The stretch is practically unbearable and Hoseok squeezes his eyes shut as Yoongi slowly, gently works his tip in and out, until Hoseok is able to breathe through the pain and accept more of his length. 

"So fucking tight," Yoongi growls in Hoseok's ear, sending a shiver down his spine. 

"How does Yoongi-hyung feel, Seokie?" Namjoon asks as his teeth graze Hoseok's clavicle, mouth working its way down.

"S-so good, baby."

It is not long before Hoseok’s ass is swallowing Yoongi's entire length with his head lolled back against Yoongi's shoulder. Namjoon sucks and nips at Hoseok's pecs and nipples, pulling him deep into the clutches of oversensitivity before they have hardly begun. His cock is neglected against his tummy as Namjoon's hands rub and squeeze over his thighs, digging dull fingernails into his skin, making Hoseok gasp and moan.

Yoongi picks up a steady pace and wraps his hand around Hoseok's throat, keeping his back elongated and leaning towards him. Drool falls from Hoseok's lips and he fights to keep his eyes open, only fluttering his lashes in weak attempts to look down at his husband, whose pretty golden skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat. With his free hand, Yoongi seems to be reaching around Hoseok, but Hoseok can't seem to make out what is happening until Namjoon's hands leave his skin and he hears the click of the lube bottle opening. 

All at once, Yoongi pulls out, leaving Hoseok desperately clenching around nothing, and then Namjoon pulls Hoseok down against him, forcing Hoseok to crash into a seated position as Namjoon lines himself up with Hoseok's entrance and begins to fuck him. 

Namjoon's cock is big, and although Yoongi also has a lot to work with, the stretch of Namjoon’s girth makes Hoseok wince and cry out, overwhelmed by a sting of pain that Namjoon does not allow him to adjust to. Namjoon fucks Hoseok hard and fast, wrapping an arm around Hoseok's back to hold him steady, and Hoseok scrambles to hold onto Namjoon's sweaty shoulders or the couch—whatever he can attempt to grip onto. 

"Damn, you two look so fucking good," Yoongi groans.

The sound of Yoongi's voice mixed with Namjoon's moans of pleasure send Hoseok hurtling toward another orgasm, and he sucks on Namjoon's shoulder as the pleasure builds and builds and threatens to devour him whole. Then, Namjoon pulls out, leaving Hoseok breathless and on the precipice of coming, and he cries out petulantly. 

Hoseok is spread open and penetrated once more by Yoongi, who leans forward and fucks him with almost the intensity of Namjoon, punching moans from Hoseok's lungs as his cock tugs between his and Namjoon's bodies. Hands and mouths are on him, gripping and sucking and pulling Hoseok apart, and he does his best to hold onto the final thread of his sanity as the lines between their three bodies begin to blur. 

"G-gonna—" Hoseok mutters into Namjoon's neck, lips and teeth lazily grazing over skin.

"Gonna come, Seokie?" Namjoon asks sweetly, voice deep and alluring.

"Y—" Hoseok begins, steadily losing control over his own mouth. "Yes, b-baby."

Yoongi pulls out, and Hoseok is shifted ever so slightly so Namjoon can resume fucking him, and Hoseok bounces with each sharp thrust, feeling his body fall pliant as he is used like nothing more than a toy by his two favorite men. Two hands snake around his torso and one grips onto his chest while the other finds his cock. 

"Come for us, Seokie," Yoongi groans in Hoseok's ear as he strokes Hoseok's length, and Hoseok nearly plummets over the edge from the command alone. 

"F-fuck," is all Hoseok can croak as Namjoon and Yoongi pull another earth-shattering orgasm from him. 

Sweat mixed with musk and sticky sweet lube fill Hoseok's senses and he sinks into the depths of hell as Yoongi milks his cock of every drop he has to offer. Namjoon groans and sprays his own release into Hoseok, which squelches and dribbles out as Namjoon's hips finally slow to a stop.

"Finish inside me," Hoseok mutters in a haze as Namjoon pulls out and Hoseok does his best to stick his ass out for Yoongi to use once more. 

But Yoongi has other plans as his mouth connects to Hoseok's ass and he licks and sucks Namjoon's release from his used, sore hole. Hoseok is overwhelmed and far too sensitive, and he sinks forward into Namjoon's sweaty chest, feeling shockwave after shockwave of pleasure quake through him. When Yoongi finishes, Hoseok falls against the couch, to the side of Namjoon, and curls himself against Namjoon's arm. 

"Let me finish you off, hyung," Namjoon says, holding out his free arm, and Yoongi gets onto the couch, standing on the cushion beside Namjoon, and jerks himself off slowly until Namjoon can angle himself just right and take Yoongi's cock into his mouth. 

Hoseok cranes his neck to watch as Yoongi gently fucks his husband's face. He is grateful that his body is too spent to respond appropriately because any other time and this sight would make him hard in an instant. 

It doesn't take long for Yoongi to begin moaning and clawing at Namjoon's hair as his high builds and he comes into Namjoon's mouth. Yoongi all but falls to the couch below him and sits back, away from the pair, panting with his head tilted back and catching his breath.

"Wow," Yoongi mutters. "That was..."

"Insane," Hoseok responds sleepily, certain that there is no other way to put it.

Yoongi is the first to peel himself off of the couch, and he grabs his briefs and steps into them, then makes his way through the dark house, into the kitchen. Hoseok is not sure if he is imagining it, or if there seems to be a tension hanging in the air, but he does his best not to overthink it. After what the three of them just shared, his emotions must be at an all-time high.

But then Yoongi returns with a half-empty glass of water which he sets down on the table and begins to silently get dressed without looking at Hoseok and Namjoon, and Hoseok feels his heart begin to sink. 

"Hyung?" Hoseok mutters, and Yoongi hums a response but keeps his eyes on the joggers that he steps into. "Something wrong?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Tired."

All Hoseok can bring himself to say is, "Oh."

A buzzing comes from Yoongi's pocket, and he grabs his cell phone, rolls his eyes, and presses one of the side buttons to silence it. Hoseok can't help but let curiosity take over as he tries to imagine who it could have been—surely he wouldn't roll his eyes if it were Jeongguk, right? Hoseok fights the urge to ask. After all, it is none of his business. 

From upstairs, Hoseok's cell phone begins to ring, chiming all the way from their bedroom, and Hoseok lets out a deep sigh. It has to be getting close to midnight, and he cannot imagine who might be calling. After a minute or so, the sound stops, filling the room with an empty silence as Yoongi pulls his oversized white t-shirt back on. 

Hoseok's phone begins to ring again, chiming throughout the quiet, mostly dark house, and Namjoon lets out an exasperated huff before getting up from the couch and essentially letting Hoseok fall into the soft, warm leather. The sounds of Namjoon's footsteps running up the stairs echo throughout the house, and Hoseok watches as Yoongi begins to make his way toward the door.

"Wait," Hoseok mutters, standing with a start as his sweat-slick skin sticks to the leather upholstery. 

Hoseok reaches Yoongi at the top of the landing, and he reaches for his hand, feeling panic surge through him. "Yoongi, please. What is wrong?"

From the top of the large staircase, Namjoon says into the phone, "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

"I'll explain later, Seok," Yoongi says, turning to Hoseok with wide, nervous eyes.

"Seok?" Hoseok asks with a scoff, feeling his blood turn to ice in his veins. "No more Hoba?"

A flash of confusion in Yoongi's eyes is all it takes for Hoseok to come crashing back to reality. The mannerisms, the way he speaks, even the way he fucks—this is not Yoongi.

Hoseok shakes his head and drops his hold on Yoongi's arm as he mutters, "Jeongguk?" 

Heavy footsteps descend from the second floor as Yoongi—or whoever possesses Yoongi's body—is near the front door, and as soon as Namjoon is standing beside Hoseok, Yoongi's host is sliding his sneakers on, and running out into the night.

"That was Yoongi on the phone, wasn't it?" Hoseok asks solemnly. 

Namjoon wraps his arm around Hoseok's torso as he exhales angrily and responds, "It was."

"Do you have my phone?" Hoseok asks, feeling a chill go through him. He is nude and covered in sweat, and he wants to go to bed. But not without putting this situation to bed, first.

Namjoon hands Hoseok his phone, and Hoseok notices the calls were coming from Yoongi's phone and not Jeongguk's. So, Hoseok calls Jeongguk.

Jeongguk answers on the first ring, and judging by the bright white light that comes in through the sidelight windows beside the front door, Hoseok assumes he hasn't left yet—that his car is in the driveway.

"Jeongguk," Hoseok says through gritted teeth. "You owe us an explanation."

The sound of sniffling fills Hoseok's ears and grips at his heart. "Why is it always him?" Yoongi's voice comes out in a deep, sad rasp.

"Always who?" Hoseok responds softly.

More sniffling, followed by, "Sometimes it feels like I don't even exist."

Yoongi's voice cracks and falters, and Hoseok hates the way it sounds. All of his resolve crumbles and he just wants to hold Jeongguk in his arms—but preferably in his own body.

"Of course you exist.'

"I just wanted to feel it too," Yoongi's voice cries, followed by a sob that sounds as if it quakes through his chest. "I just wanted to know how Yoongi feels in your arms. But it was too much. I couldn't do it."

Hoseok feels bad, but he is also far too tired for this. "Let's talk about this tomorrow, alright? We'll forgive the deception and hear you out, as long as Yoongi-hyung is willing. We can get through this."

Sobbing, following, "I don't know," is all Hoseok hears before the line goes dead. 

Hoseok drops his arm to his side, gripping his phone weakly in his hand. Why is it always him plays through his mind as the fury in his heart dulls, replaced with sadness and guilt. As much as Hoseok may hate to admit it, Jeongguk isn't wrong.

"Bed?" Namjoon asks, and Hoseok nods, conceding to calling this day over. 

And although Hoseok has hopes that come tomorrow, they will be able to find some sort of resolution, he worries that whatever this rift is between him and Jeongguk has only just begun to crack and tear them apart, and that some of the damage may be irreparable. 

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AND HERE IT IS!!!!

Thank you for being patient. I hope you'll like it and sorry for the lame ending 😆

An Unusual Day

Being a spy was no easy task, with countless dangerous and exhausting missions, even though he executed them like it was no big deal. But now, Loid was facing the most complicated mission of his career: being a father and raising a child.

The mission was to get to Donovan Desmon and to do so he needed a child to enroll in the same school as Desmond's son, Damian; and a wife. The latter, even though he wasnt aware, was an assassin, that agreed to play along the role of his wife as it would benefit her as well, to show her brother she had a man in her life. And the adopted child, Anya, was a telepath.

The mission wasnt easy, he had to enroll her in the school and there he had to make sure she would become a top class student so she could attend Demond's social events. But Anya didnt like to study and she wasnt exactly smart. And to add to his stress, she punched the one person she had to become friends with, Damian.

Pretending to be a father, a husband, seem like a normal family and perfectly execute his mission was starting to take its toll on him, and besides all that he also had other minor jobs.

Sometimes they would go out to show everyone they were a top class family and to become closer to each other. And today it wasnt different. They had decided to have lunch at a nearby restaurant.

But right at the morning, Loid had a feeling that something wasnt right. He couldnt think as fast as normal and he felt lethargic, but he decided not to pay much attention to it and just left his bedroom.

He went straight to the bathroom and saw his complexion on the mirror, he had barely noticale bags under his eyes but other than that, nothing different, so he thought the girls wouldnt notice.

Upon getting to the living room, he was greeted by Yor, who was already up making coffee.

- oh, Loid-san! Good morning!

- Good morning Yor.

He sounded more tired than he'd expected.

- Do you want some coffee?

- Actually, I'd like some tea, if it's not too much to ask.

- Not at all, it will be just a minute.

Unlike usually, where Loid would just read a newspaper or something he was just spacing out. So he was surprised when Yor got back with his tea.

- Oh. Thank you, Yor.

- Are you alright, Loid-san? You look tired.

The girl was concerned.

- Oh, it's nothing. I just didnt get enough sleep last night.

He said with a painful smile.

- If you'd like we could stay home today. We can order lunch.

- No, there's no need. Besides, Anya would be disappointed. She really likes to go out.

It was a made up family, but they couldnt help but care about each other.

- Good morning...

Anya said with a sleepy voice.

- Good morning Anya.

- Good morning, Anya-san!

They all had breakfast, and since it was a weekend, none of them had any activities. So they just stayed home until it was time for lunch.

As it grew close to the time they would leave, they went to their rooms to get dressed.

Loid put on a fancy yet casual suit and went to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, hoping it would help with the uneasy feeling and lethargy, and maybe give him a fresh complexion.

- Is everyone ready?

He said turning to the girls before opening the door. Anya screamed which made him flinch and they noticed that.

- Was Anya being too loud?

The poor little girl said with a sad voice.

- No, I'm sorry Anya. I just didnt get enough sleep last night. Let's go.

Loid couldnt shake off the feeling that something wasnt right. He wasnt as aware of his surroundings as he usually is and now he started to get an annoying headache.

Without knowing he brought his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to bring some relief for the pain.

- Papa, are you okay?

Anya was looking at him with the most worried eyes he ever seen.

- Loid-san, is everything alright?

- Oh, yes. I'm just hungry so my head is aching a little.

He tried to brush off but they were together for a while to understand when something wasnt right.

They got to the restaurant and ordered their food. Upon seeing that Anya's plate had peanuts he quickly thought of a plan to get her to eat properly.

- Oi Anya. If you eat well, we'll get peanut flavored ice cream later.

- really? Anya will do her best, Papa!

Loid was too out of it so he didnt notice that Yor was looking at him with a beautiful smile.

Loid-san is such a good father. She thought to herself.

But things started to go wrong from there. As Loid was eating his food, his headache was increasing by the second so he decided not to eat everything.

- Loid-san, are you done?

- Hmm. I'm full.

He was lying. He didnt feel full, he felt awful.

The girls werent done eating so he just waited for them. But his head was determined to make him suffer.

The pain increased and he felt cold sweat dripping down his back, he knew he was pale but all he could do was hope they didnt notice.

His thoughts were all over the place, what is happening, did someone poison me, is there someone watching us, are we safe. That was all he could think and with that his pain only increased.

Eventually he lowered his head and rested it between his hands. He didnt know that on top of being pale, he had a painful complexion as well. And he was breathing rather quick.

- Anya, Yor, I'm sorry... I dont feel very well...

He managed to say, head still down. He didnt want to ruin the girls fun but he had to admit he wasnt well. Being inside that place was going to kill him.

Anya just looked at him worriedly.

- Loid-san, why dont we go get some fresh air?

They got up from their seats and for a moment Loid swayed, he was quick to grab a hold of the chair to balance himself and he barely noticed that Yor was also supporting him.

- Thank you...

They went out to the usual park they go to. The fresh air was good, but he felt like he was only getting worse.

His eyes couldnt focus, he could see black spots on his vision, he was sweating again and now to add to his ongoing suffering, his stomach was acting up as well. He tried to brush off the feeling and keep on walking with the girls but suddenly his vision got dark making him grab onto the rail next to him, and unknowingly he also grabbed Yor's hand. As he supported himself on the rail, his legs just gave up.

- I'm sorry...Yor...

He just slided down, hand still on the rail.

- Loid-san!

- Papa!

Both the girls were shocked to see Loid in that state.

Yor crouched down next to him.

His breathing was erratic, his tie felt like it was suffocating him so he loosened it up.

- Loid-san, what are you feeling?

- I dont know.... my head feels like it's gonna split in half- ugh!

He was cut off by a gag. He tried to suppress it, he had to keep appearance, he couldnt get sick in a public space like this.

- Loid-san, you need to let it out.

Yor said with a firm tone of voice. Being the older sister, he had seen this scene a few times.

- Can I touch you? Excuse me.

Since they werent exactly a couple, they were very considerate when they touched each other.

He just nodded, too afraid that if he opened his mouth everything was gonna come out.

Yor started to rub his back up and down trying to give him some comfort.

Eventually the nausea increased and he couldnt hold it in any longer.

- Yor... I'm gonna be sick

With that warning, vomit spilled out of his mouth hitting the ground, he was quick enough to get his tie out of the way before another wave came up.

He was in so much pain he didnt notice that some of his vomit had gotten on Yor's clothes.

Anya, who was just watching, started to cry in silence.

After he was done, his breathing was still erractic and his face was flushed and his vision was blurring faster than before.

- Yor, Anya...I'm sorry... I'm gonna fai-

That was all he managed to say before collapsing on top of her.

- Loid-san!

- Papa is gonna die!!!

Anya was now crying her heart out while her father was collapsed on her mother's lap.

- Anya-san, it's gonna be alright. Dont worry.

She was worried but how could a mother show this to her child.

When she looked at Loid, she noticed he was sweating and felt quite hot.

Why didnt he tell us? Why did he have to endure this on his own? Arent we a family?

Those were the thoughts on Yor's head as she picked him up on her back.

- Loid-san, I know you wouldnt like this, but please bare with me. Let's go, Anya-san.

As they got inside the hall of their apartment, Loid was conscious again.

- Yor... I can walk now...

- At least, lets go up the stairs.

When they were in front of their door, Loid got down from Yor's back and she quickly put his arm over her shoulder and wrapped hers around his waist. He didnt like this, but he couldnt support his body alone.

But being on two feet again made him dizzy again and the nausea came back.

- Yor... I feel sick again...

He said as he brought a hand to his mouth.

- Let's go to the bathroom. Come on.

Yor took him to the bathroom and then turned her attention to Anya.

- Mama, will Papa be okay?

The little child said with a shaking voice.

Yor's heart clenched when she heard that voice.

- Of course, Anya-san. I think it's just exhaustion. He's been working more lately...

- Say, Anya-san. Why dont you and Chimera-san go play in your room? I'll join you later

- okay...

The girl dropped her head and went to her bedroom. Watching the child so sad made Yor almost cry.

But she had to be firm, she was the only one to take care of everyone. This was the time to make up to everything that Loid has done for her until now. This was the time to be a wife and a mother.

Yor went back to the bathroom to find Loid sitting beside the toilet bowl and went straight to him.

- Loid-san, did you get sick again?

The man could barely keep his eyes open.

- No... I dont know what's happening to me...

He was breathing hard and his face was flushed and he had sweat all over his face.

- Loid-san, why dont you take your suit off? I think you'll feel more comfortable.

The man did as he was told and Yor put it in the laundry basket to wash it later.

Suddenly his face went pale and he quickly reached the bowl, he almost had no time to think before another stream of vomit splashed with a sickening sound in the water.

- There you go. You're doing good.

Yor said as she was rubbing his back.

Feeling someone's touch with so much affection made him feel strange. He felt like he could low down his guard, he felt...safe, warm. And he didnt notice that there were tears forming in his eyes.

- Loid-san...are you crying...?

He was caught by surprise, he didnt feel them coming.

- No...no it's nothing...

- Do you think you're done?

- hmm...I feel empty...but it still feels strange.

He wasnt feeling better, but he was more aware of things now and he only then realised that Yor's pants had gotten dirty because of him.

His face got red as a tomato and he wanted to bury his face in the concrete.

- Yor... I'm sorry... I got some on your clothes...I'm really sorry.

- Oh, this? Dont worry about it... I've had wor-

She was going to say that she's gotten worse things on her clothes.

- I've had this happen before with my brother.

She had a caring smile on her face.

- Loid-san, I think you should take a shower. You're sweating too much.

He couldnt lie, he wanted to, he was dying to, but he had no strength left, he just wanted his bed. He wasnt sure it would be safe for him to be alone in the bathroom, he felt too weak.

- Get in the bathtub. I'll help you.

- Wha- No, there is no need to. I'm okay.

He said blushing.

- No. You got sick twice and you look like you can pass out at any minute.

For some reason, he couldnt find the words to reason with her.

- I'll wash your back.

Loid got in the bathtub, still with his boxers on. And Yor positioned herself behind him.

- I'll wash your hair as well.

She had such a tender look in her eyes, Loid was sure he was falling in love with her. Even if he was told numerous time not to, he couldnt help it.

He just let himself feel her touch and relax.

After a few minutes like this, he was actually feeling a bit better to finish his bath.

- Loid-san, can I enter your bedroom? I'll get you a new set of clothes.

- yes, no problem.

After a minute she got back with a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

- I'll leave these here.

He put on the clothes and grabbed a towel to dry his hair, but even though the bath made him feel better, he was still tired and weak. So he just walked out with the towel on his head to find Yor waiting for him outside.

- Oh, Yor. Can- can you help me out?

- Of course.

They went into his bedroom and she proceeded to dry his hair. It felt warm, caring and relaxing, and without noticing, he let himself sink into Yor's touch. The action made the woman blush.

Before he could think, he was asleep. Yor helped him lay down on his bed and covered him. Before leaving she checked his temperature and noticed it was still a little high.

When she got out she found the little girl standing outside, looking tearful.

- Anya-san

- Mama, is Papa okay?

- He's asleep for now...

- Anya wants to help.

She said firmly

- Okay! Why dont you prepare a bucket with water and a wet cloth?

Yor said with a smile while she went to change clothes.

Later, both girls entered Loid's room to find him awake.

- Loid-san! You're awake.

- Papa!

Anya said as she jumped on the bed to hug him.

- Anya thought you're gonna die

- I wont. Dont worry.

For a moment Loid stopped and took in the image in front of him, a child crying worried about him. That scene broke his heart.

- I'm sorry for worrying you, Anya.

He said patting her head and giving her a tender smile.

- how are you feeling, Loid-san?

- A bit better but still tired.

- that's good to hear. We'll leave you to rest then. I'll come back later.

- Papa, get better!

They both left the room to watch Anya's favorite anime to see if the little girl would get tired enough to sleep.

After 40 minutes, Anya was fast asleep.

Yor turned the tv off and carefully picked Anya up and took her to her bedroom. After that she went to check on Loid and he was still asleep, so she judged better to leave him like that.

She decided to stay up reading something or just organizing her weapons in her bedroom. The night went on quietly and eventually she went to the kitchen to make herself some tea.

It was so quiet, she found it scary. But at the same time she had hoped that the night would go on without any other incidents. But that was not going to happen.

Loid's fever kept going up and down all the time and his headache as well, but he mamaged to get some sleep. But that only made things worse. Most certainly it had to do with everything that happened on that day: he got sick, he let his guard down, he made his wife worried and the worst thing, he made Anya cry. The one reason why he became a spy was so no children would have to cry again. And yet, today, Anya cried, because of him, and she cried her heart out, just like him when he was young. He was barely conscious when it happened but he actually took in the scene of Anya crying and now it triggered his memories. His body was already feeling bad as it was, but the nightmare made everything worse.

He started to toss and turn, his head was throbbing, he was panting and sweating and his stomach was doing aggressive turns.

He decided to get out of bed and hopefully make it to the kitchen to get some water but that didnt happen.

When he left his bedroom, he held himself against the wall for support and started to make his way to the kitchen, with each step his vision got darker and the content in his stomach were making their way up to his throat.

When he got to the kitchen he saw Yor and before he could think he was calling her for help.

- Y-Yor... he-

That was all he managed to say before he fell to his knees as vomit came out of his mouth hitting the floor with a sickening sound.

Yor, who was making her tea, turned around surprised.

- Loid-san!

She ran to his side and held him so he wouldnt collapse.

- Yor...I'm sorry- ugh!

He began vomiting again and Yor was quick to put her hand on his back and start to rub it up and down.

- Dont apologize, Loid-san. Just let it all out, you'll feel better after. I'll clean this up later.

Even if he didnt want, her touch and words were comforting, they made him feel safe.

He threw up one more time, but only bile came out.

- Loid-san, I think you're done. You'll hurt your throat. Come on, let's rinse your mouth.

She wrapped her arms around him and guided him to the bathroom, there she sat him on the toilet and grabbed a wet cloth to wipe his mouth and his face, and offered him some water to rinse his mouth.

- I'll got get you some water to drink

She got back in a second and handed him the glass of water

- Thank you, Yor.

His voice was tired and raspy.

- I'm...I'm sorry. For causing so much trouble.

- Oh, no no no! It's no trouble at all. Loid-san, you are the one that works the most in this family. You've got your job, and you're also teaching Anya and on top of that you have to keep lying to everyone...and every so often you have to deal with my problems as well...I'm the one who should be apologizing.

- No. Everything we're doing and going through is because of me. I deeply apologize for that.

- Loid-san....

There was an akward silence that was promptly broken by Loid's wincing

- Loid-san? What's wrong?

- I feel dizzy...

He said leaning forward, head between his hands.

- Do you think you're gonna be sick again?

- No. I dont feel nauseous anymore...

- Okay. Then, let's go the bedroom?

- Hmm

Loid couldnt keep his eyes open, everything in his field of vision was making feel dizzier and dizzier, so he just kept his eyes closed and put all his trust in Yor to take him to his bedroom.

- We're here Loid-san

She said helping him sit on the bed.

- why dont you change your clothes again? I'll clean your back for you.

- There's no need to...

He said blushing

- But you're all drenched in sweat...you'll feel comfortable after.

Something about her voice and tone made it impossible to say a firm "no", so he just let her do it.

She grabbed a slightly cold cloth and began rubbing his back and his nape.

There was only silence, all that could be heard was their breathing. They have never been alone like that, only the two of them, being able to fully recon each other's presence.

The silence was so intense you could hear their heart beat as well.

The atmosphere was slightly broken when Loid grabbed Yor's hand when it was close to his neck. He didnt know why he had done it, it just came so...naturally

- Oh!

- I'm sorry...I just... I'm sorry.

Yor let out a little laugh seeing him so flustered, even though she was flustered herself.

- It's..okay...

They both averted their gaze from each other, completely embarrassed.

- H-here y-your clothes.

Yor extended her trembling hands giving him a new set of clothes.

- Do you think it's okay for you to lay down?

- Yes... my stomach feels settled for now...

She helped him lay down and covered him with a very light fabric sheet. He didnt have a fever anymore and the weather was rather hot, so she thought he would feel more comfortable.

It took him only a few minutes to fall asleep, he was just exhausted. Yor sat down next to him and hesitantly held his hand. He didnt notice, or if he did, he didnt want to startle her by waking up.

She decided to sing, to relax him, make him feel comfortable.

And even though she didnt know, she began to sing a song his mother used to sing to him.

He could hear the lyrics, even though for him it felt like it was a dream.

Yor sang with her eyes closed, and when she opened them she saw a single tear drop falling from Loid's eye. After seeing that, her heart squeezed and started beating fast. And without her noticing, she had stood from the chair and was now close to his face. It took a moment for her to take in the situation before she lowered her face and placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

Her shyness reached its peak after that so she hurriedly left the room and went straight to her bedroom.

And Loid was left there, alone, face red as a tomato, with one single thought on his mind "I know I shouldnt, everyone told me not to. But it's just impossible. I've been a spy my whole life and I have never had such a big crisis in my life: I love her."

[oreosmilkshakes]

Mine

Summary: Y/N has always wished to meet her soulmate and have the ability to see colours. When it happened, she wasn’t expecting it to be HYDRA’s famous assassin and boy, she was in real trouble now Pairing: The Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 2.2K Warnings: Violence, The Winter Soldier acting possessive A/N: Originally, I didn’t fully like how this went but here it is! Inspired by a tiktok I saw and I was like ‘Let’s show The Winter Soldier some love’. I also don’t think anyone has done this before so here it is! Edited and checked by @thebestdecoder​ . Please comment on how it is! Thank you for reading :D

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In the world Y/N lives in, soulmates exist. As lovely and fairytale-like it sounds, there is a catch. Until you meet your soulmate, everyone sees black and white. Y/N was a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, one well trusted by Fury. She wished every day that she might run into her soulmate on the streets or that someone she knew was her other half. For years, nothing. Still black and white. Y/N was on the verge of giving up but Steve and Natasha were constantly with her, reminding her that her other half will come. Little did Y/N know that that time would be sooner than later.

Right now, S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised by HYDRA. Steve and Natasha were hunting down one of HYDRA’s agents for information with the help of Sam and Y/N.

The highway was filled with cars, Sam driving towards a safe house far away from HYDRA’s eyes. “HYDRA doesn’t like leaks,” Sitwell stated obviously.

“Then why don’t you try sticking a cork in it?” Sam commented. Natasha peered over Steve’s shoulder. “Insight’s launching in 16 hours. We’re cutting it a little bit close here,” “I know. We’ll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly,” Steve planned. Y/N’s eyes widen. “Are you crazy? That’s suicidal! There’s no way we’ll survive. It’s us against HYDRA’s army,” Sitwell leaned forward. “Exact-,” A loud thud dented the roof of the car slightly, The team looked up, only for Sitwell to be dragged out by a metal arm and thrown onto the oncoming side of the freeway. “Shit!” Y/N cursed. Natasha immediately moved onto Steve’s lap, pulling his head down. Y/N stayed low as gunshots pierced the car’s roof. “Who the hell is on the roof?!” Y/N screamed in fear. “If I knew the answer to that, I would tell,” Steve grabbed the gearshift and pulled it back, causing the car to screech to a halt.

The heavy figure was thrown forward by the sudden stop, rolling on the tar, and skidded to a halt with his metal arm. Y/N gasped, eyes widening at the menacing man. Perhaps it was much scarier to witness all this through a black and white perspective. It made Y/N’s heart race and mind question her decision of following the team on this mission.

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The Winter Soldier stood up, covered eyes looking in the team’s direction and Y/N could have sworn she felt eyes on her specifically. Could it be..No! Definitely not. That would be insane.

Y/N snapped out of her thoughts when she was lunged forward by a sudden impact behind. An armored truck had slammed against the boot of the car and pushed the vehicle forward towards the direction of The Winter Soldier. Sam struggled to control the car as the vehicle got closer to the assassin. The assassin jumped on the car, punching through the windshield, and effortlessly pulled the steering out. “Shit!” Sam cursed. Natasha grabbed the gun off the floor and shot the roof. The Soldier jumped to the armoured truck.

With no steering, the car was practically driving towards its doom. The truck slammed into the back of the vehicle again, causing the car to drive towards the partition beam. Steve grabbed Sam and Sam grabbed Y/N. “Hang on!” Steve slammed the door with his shield, narrowly escaping the flipping car as they skidded on the road. Y/N received the most impact, knocked out cold the second her head slammed onto the tar. “Y/N!” Steve screamed and that was the last thing Y/N heard before blacking out.

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Y/N felt hands on her. “Y/N! Y/N wake up!” The voice was merely an echo or at least it sounded like one. Slowly, Y/N came to be. A soft moan escaped her lips, moving a hand to the side of her head. “Sam..? What happened?” Sam sighed in relief. “All sorts of shit is happening, Y/N. Right now, Steve and Natasha need our help. Can you fight?” He helped Y/N up, the woman nodded. She shook her head slightly, forcing the blur from the vision, and looked around. Gunshots were fired below the freeway and Y/N gasped. “Sam, you cover us from above. I’ll get down there,” Y/N rappelled down, pulling her knife out. She moved quietly, using the stranded vehicles for cover, and got closer to The Soldier.

The Soldier’s eyes scanned the area for Natasha, hands gripping his assault rifle. In the distance, he heard a call for help and proceeded to investigate. Y/N followed from behind quietly, watching his movements. An explosion nearby caused Y/N to flinch a little but she was quick to recover. “Hey!” She called out. Y/N jumped on the car, running over to The Soldier, and slammed a foot to his rifle. She grabbed him, wrapping her legs around his neck, and got his neck in a chokehold. Y/N was winning, forcing her arm to dig deeper into his neck. However, she was so very wrong. The Soldier stepped back, slamming Y/N against a car. This caused her to loosen her grip, just enough for The Soldier to grab Y/N off his back and throw her to another vehicle. The air was knocked out of Y/N upon impact. Her back was hurting and she was gasping for air. The Soldier picked up his gun, aiming to Y/N when a disc etched to his metal arm, and electrocuted The Soldier. He grunted, taken aback by the attack. “Y/N!” Natasha called out, grabbing Y/N off the car and led her away from the Soldier, who had broken free from the disabling attack. The Soldier flexed his metal arm, swinging it over to ensure it was still functioning.

Y/N and Natasha ran away from The Soldier, urging the crowd to get to safety. A single gunshot rang out and Natasha yelped in pain. “Nat!” Y/N gasped, holding onto Natasha and leaned her against the side of the car. Y/N struggled to see the blood. Fuck! Why did everything have to be black and white? “Put pressure on that,” Y/N instructed quickly before peeking out from the side of the car. Her eyes widened in horror, The Winter Soldier had his gun trained on her. “No!” Y/N screamed, covering her eyes to await the impact. But it didn’t come at all. When Y/N’s eyes fluttered open once more, The Winter Soldier was going head to head with Captain America in a tough fight.

“Nat? Nat? Come on, we have to get you away from here,” Y/N carefully picked Nat up, heaving her arm over her shoulder and led the injured assassin away from the fight. Y/N kept on glancing at the duo and could see that Steve was struggling to slow the assassin down. ‘Shit! I have to do something’ Y/N thought, setting Natasha down by a truck. “I’ve got to help Steve. Stay put, alright?” Nat let out a shaky breath, nodding. She grabbed Y/N’s wrist before the agent could leave. “Be careful, Y/N,” The agent nodded, running towards the two.

“Steve!” Y/N called out. The Winter Soldier had Steve pinned against a van, a knife dragging over so quickly by the blonde’s head. “Get away from him!” Y/N grabbed The Soldier, forcing the assassin’s attention on her.

The Soldier did not hold back, Y/N narrowly dodging his punches. Each punch she landed on him seemed like it didn’t do anything and that scared the woman a lot. The Soldier pinned Y/N to the floor, his metal arm raised and about to lay the final blow when Steve pulled him off the woman. Y/N let out a shuddered sigh, standing up and watched as Steve ripped the mask off The Winter Soldier’s face.

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The Soldier caught himself, cool air pierced his now exposed face. As he turned to face his enemy, colors burst from his vision. He...He was finally seeing colors? His piercing blue eyes landed on Steve and Y/N, specifically, Y/N.

Y/N’s jaw slacked as her own vision burst with colors. She gasped, a hand on Steve’s arm for support as overwhelming emotions took over her. ‘N-No...It can’t be!’ Y/N’s mind screamed. She parted her lips, a question on the tipping end of her tongue when Steve cut her off. “Bucky?”

The Soldier’s eyes moved on from Y/N’s shaking figure to Steve.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” The Soldier stepped forward, moving in Y/N’s direction. Right now, he didn’t care about Steve or the situation. He cared about his soulmate. There was a light pull The Soldier felt and Y/N felt it too. Her eyes never left the assassin, taking a small step towards him.

“Soulmate,” The Soldier called out darkly. Steve’s eyes widened, looking down at Y/N who looked like she was ready to run into the arms of his seemingly dead-now-alive best friend. “Y/N, no!” Steve grabbed Y/N, pulling her back.

A grenade whizzed past Steve’s form, blowing up between both parties. Y/N was pushed away from the impact, coughing heavily as the smoke entered her lungs. The Soldier had a new task: to get to his soulmate. “Soulmate!” The Soldier called out, walking through the smoke and fire like it didn’t affect him at all. Y/N gasped, The Soldier turned his head to the sound of the gasp. “There you are,” Y/N’s eyes widen, moving away from The Soldier. “Hey!” Sam yelled, slamming his foot against the assassin’s towering form. His body flew but he caught himself easily. Sam made another flyby. Thank god for Sam! Y/N scrambled to her feet, running from the situation. “Soulmate!” The Soldier screamed out, anger and something else laced his tone. He sprinted in her direction but was stopped by Steve and Sam, leading another fight to break out.

The Winter Soldier was motivated and when he was motivated, nothing could stop him from getting what he wants.

Y/N had light tears in her eyes, spotting Natasha in the distance and ran to her. “Nat, Nat, this can’t be happening!” Y/N panted, tears threatening to spill. Natasha held Y/N’s shoulder with her good hand, forcing the woman to look at her. “What happened? Y/N, calm down and tell me what happened,” The redhead urged, guiding the hysterical woman to sit down.

“He...He’s my soulmate! Nat, the enemy! I-I heard Steve say his name. Bucky...He’s my soulmate!” Natasha was taken aback by Y/N’s words. Their enemy was her soulmate? Y/N sobbed, Natasha wrapped an arm around her head and hugged her. “It’s okay. Hey, trust me, it’s going to be okay,” Natasha comforted softly.

After years of trying to find her soulmate, Y/N had found hers. But at what cost? Him being the enemy. Despite that fact, Y/N was glad she could see colors now. Everything was so vibrant and so beautiful. It never occurred to Y/N how bright and lively the world was. She felt happiness as she studied her colored surroundings, seemingly forgetting about the situation.

Until a loud scream pierced the air.

Y/N gasped, snapping out of her temporary trance and looked over the hood of the car. Sam was on the floor, unconscious and Steve was on his knees in a chokehold. “Y/N! Run! RUN!” Steve strained out, struggling to break free out of The Soldier’s strong hold.

Y/N watched in horror as Steve passed out by Sam. The Soldier stood slowly, raising his head to face the woman.

“Mine,” The Soldier stalked slowly towards the woman, like a wolf ready to strike its prey. Natasha grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“Get out of here! I’ll try to stop him!” Natasha stood, running to The Soldier in an attempt to try and slow him down but her efforts were futile as The Soldier simply knocked her out like she was nothing.”Nat!” Y/N screamed, backing away as The Soldier had his eyes on the woman immediately. “No..No!” Y/N took off and ran, sirens in the distance were fast approaching.

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Y/N felt like she had been running forever, finally slowing down when she turned to an alley. She panted hard, a hand on her chest as she did her best to calm her racing heart down. A tall figure quietly approached Y/N, a cool hand covered her mouth. The Soldier leaned in, breath hot as he spoke. “I found you,” Y/N screamed, struggling against The Soldier’s grip on her even though, clearly, it was useless to do so. “You’re my soulmate, princess and you’re not getting away that easily from me,” The Soldier growled, landing a blow on the side of her head.

The last thing Y/N knew before the darkness swallowed her was hearing his voice.

“Mine.”

[wolferine]

Heart Skips a Beat - Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 1837

Part 1

Tags: @blkmxrvel @blackxwidowsxwife @marvelwomen-simp

When Natasha sees your eyes close, she finally comes back to her senses. She squirms away from Steve, crawling under an ambulance and making her way towards you. She ignores Steve telling her to stay put and doesn’t hear Clint telling police officers the direction the bullets came from. All she can think about is bringing you to safety.

The ambulance engine is still running, causing its underside to reach temperatures that make Natasha feel like she is hiding in a furnace. She holds her breath from the fumes as she crawls to the front of the vehicle, throwing her arm out and reaching for your hand.

“Y/N!” she screams. “I’m right here! Hold on!” Her fingertips brush yours and she grabs onto your wrist tightly. You’re bigger and heavier than her, but the adrenaline gives her strength. With a massive heave, she drags you under the ambulance. You smear through the puddle of your own blood and it soaks through the back of your shirt. 

There isn’t even enough room for her to lift her head, but she grabs onto both your arms, digging her elbows into the ground and crawling backwards. “I got you, Y/N. I got you,” she pants. But the lack of space and your deadweight make it impossible for her to pull you all the way through, so she backs out from under the ambulance. “Steve, help me!” she shouts.

“Move!” Steve says to her, although his shoulders are too broad to fit in the narrow gap. However, his arms are long enough to reach both of your hands, and all it takes is one big tug for you to come sliding out from the ambulance. 

Your eyes fly open suddenly, awakened by the agonizing pain coursing through your shoulder like a lightning bolt. You scream, and as much as it makes Natasha’s heart hurt, she’s glad to see that you’re still alive. 

“You guys need to get out of here right now!” Clint yells. “Take the ambulance!”

Steve pulls you into a standing position and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his shoulders effortlessly. You flop over him like a ragdoll, pain pulsing in your stomach when you bump against his chest.

BOOM.

A bullet shatters the sideview mirror of the ambulance.

“Go, go!” Natasha urges, putting herself between the danger and you and Steve. Steve runs with you to the back of the ambulance and flings the door open. There is no gurney, so Natasha helps him lay you on the floor and climbs in after you.

“Stay with Y/N. I’ll drive,” Steve offers, going around to the front. “Clint, we’re taking Y/N to the Quinjet! Hold the scene down!”

“Copy that!” Clint is just as concerned for your safety, but he knows you’re in good hands. Steve jumps into the driver’s seat and throws the ambulance in reverse.

BOOM.

The windshield explodes.

“Let’s go!” Natasha screams, ducking her head.

“Hold on!” Steve backs into a sharp U-turn. The tires screech as they find traction on the road to accelerate forward.

Natasha practically lays on top of you to prevent you from rolling around. From a shelf, she grabs a handful of gauze packets, tearing them open with her teeth. She rips your shirt open and presses the gauze first to your shoulder, then another to the side of your stomach. You’re completely soaked in blood and it continues to pump out of you with each heartbeat. Your face has faded to a sickly pale. 

“N-Nat,” you whisper, trying to move but pinned down by the pain. “N-Nat—”

“Shh, it’s okay,” she comforts. “Just keep your eyes open for me, okay?”

You see the blood smeared on her face, her neck, and her hands, too delirious to remember that it’s yours. “A-Are you h-hurt?” you stammer.

Natasha wants to laugh and cry at the same time. You’re so in love with her that even in the face of death you don’t even think about yourself. “No, I’m fine,” she says, grabbing onto your hand and interlocking your fingers. She looks over at Steve, veering through parked cars and roadblocks. “Can we hurry it up a little?” she asks in panic, even though she knows he’s driving as fast as he can.

“I’m trying!” Steve swerves around a fire hydrant and the sudden movement jolts everyone in the ambulance. Natasha presses down on you too hard and you grunt in pain.

“I’m sorry,” she apologizes. “We’re almost there. We’re almost there.”

Your vision fades into fuzzy shapes and blurred colors. Even breathing seems to be too much of a task for you. Steve parks behind the Quinjet and comes around to help carry you in.

“Do you need me to go with you?” Steve asks as he lays you across the back seats of the Quinjet.

“No.” Natasha shakes her head. “Stay and help Barton.”

Steve doesn’t even try to argue. “We’ll find who did this, Nat. I promise.” He goes to the controls at the front and presses a few buttons. “The coordinates for the Tower are set. You’ll autopilot all the way there. Just make sure to update the medical team on Y/N’s condition.”

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Everything will be okay.” He places his hand on Natasha’s shoulder for a moment before jogging back to the ambulance. As soon as he’s off the Quinjet, the door raises shut and the engines blast on. You’re several states away from New York, but at the speeds the plane can travel, you should be there in minutes. You just have to hang on until then.

Natasha leaves your side only to grab more gauze, pressing it against your bullet wounds to slow the bleeding. She rolls you to your side so there’s no pressure on your front or back, but grimaces when she sees that your back looks as bad as your front.

“N-Nat,” you try whispering again, but she is quick to shush you.

“Not now, okay? Just stay awake for me, Y/N.”

You’ve never felt so weak before. It feels like you were hit by a bus and ground up by its tires. Your mind processes in slow-motion—probably a side effect of the blood loss—and you already forgot how you got into the Quinjet. But the physical pain isn’t your greatest concern anymore. You just don’t want to lose your fight and leave her.

Natasha fits an oxygen mask around your face and the cool air is comforting, but you know your time is ticking away. You don’t notice the Quinjet hiss to a landing or acknowledge the team of doctors suddenly hovering over you.

“We’ll do the surgery in room six!”

“Prep a blood transfusion!”

“Two gunshot wounds from a large-caliber gun!”

The doctors move you to a gurney and wheel you off the Quinjet. Natasha holds onto your hand as they take you to the surgery room, but a doctor stops her from entering with you.

“No, Romanoff. You gotta stay out here. We’ll take it from here.”

Natasha doesn’t fight back, letting your fingers slip through hers as you disappear behind the doors.

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“Any updates?” Clint and Steve finally arrive a few hours later, but you’re still in surgery.

“Not yet.” Natasha paces the kitchen anxiously. Although she found the time to wash your blood off her hands and face, she hasn’t changed out of her uniform yet.

“Nat, you should get cleaned up. Y/N isn’t going anywhere,” Clint says.

“I know, I just…I want to be there when—” She can’t finish her sentence, falling into Clint’s arms and crying into his shoulder.

“Y/N is a fighter, remember?” Clint says, rubbing her back.

“But the amount of blood—”

“Super soldiers don’t go down easy,” Steve reminds her. “Y/N will pull through. And besides, you’ll be there to help with the recovery.”

Natasha nods, pulling away from Clint and wiping her face. “I’m sorry I froze when I saw Y/N get shot—”

“What are you apologizing for?” Clint asks.

“I don’t know—I put you all in danger because I couldn’t get myself out of the way—” she hiccups. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Steve assures. “In fact, you were the one who dragged Y/N to safety, remember? I couldn’t fit under the ambulance and Clint was just sitting around like a duck—”

“Excuse you,” Clint interrupts, and Natasha smiles thinly.  

“So, did you find who did this?” she asks.

“Uh—” Clint and Steve look at each other awkwardly. “Natasha, we—”

“Did you find them?” Natasha repeats with more force. Clint motions for Steve to explain.

“That’s the thing,” Steve says. “We don’t know who did this. We scoped out the whole area with the police. We went out more than a mile, but we couldn’t find anything. No shell casings, nothing.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me a ghost shot and tried to kill Y/N?” Natasha scoffs.

“No, we…” Steve tries to find the right words. “We think it was a setup, maybe like a hired assassin or something.”

“Who would want to kill Y/N?” Natasha asks.

“That’s what we need to figure out.”

Natasha knows you have a lot of baggage from your past, particularly when you were forced into illegal covert operations by the government. But it’s been a long time since then. You became your own person and changed your life for the better. Unfortunately, not everyone sees the side of you that Natasha and the Avengers do.

When Clint and Steve leave to shower and change, Natasha finally does the same. She dresses in clean clothes and curls up on your shared bed, inhaling your scent through the pillow and blankets.

Sometime later, Clint visits and knocks on the door. “Hey, Nat? Y/N just got out of surgery—” He doesn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence and is almost run over by Natasha as she hurries over to the medical bay. She doesn’t know which specific room they’re keeping you in, but it’s like she’s drawn to your very presence and finds the correct one instantly.

You lie upright in the bed, propped forward with pillows so there’s less pressure on your back. Your right arm is in a sling and your entire torso is wrapped in bandages. An IV drip leads into the veins on your hand, while a blood pouch sends blood into the vein inside of your elbow. You have an oxygen tube up your nose and looped around your ears.

“I heard the doctor went a little overboard on the anesthesia,” Clint says from behind Natasha, startling her. “You know, with the super soldier serum and everything. Y/N will probably be out of it for a while.” Natasha walks to your side and kneels, gently taking your hand. Your skin is clammy and colder than normal, but your pulse beats strongly.

“I’ll be here as long as it takes.” Natasha raises your hand, mindful of the wires around your wrist, and kisses your fingers.

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AN: Thanks for the amazing support from everyone! Definitely didn’t think I’d get that kind of response, but I’m extremely grateful for you all. The next part will reveal the identity of the shooter, so I hope you’ll stick around for that. :) Peace out!

[novamirmirsblog]

Favourite crime pt 2

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word Count: 2936

Genre: angsty fluff? or fluffy angst 👀

Request: yes

Warnings: swearing, mentions of cheating, slight coercion into sex (it doesn't happen tho)

Part 1 is here

A/n: The long awaited part two is officially here. I had lots of people who wanted the reader to move on, people who wanted them to get back together and people who wanted both. Thank you everyone for your INDECISIVENESS (kidding. ily). Also Emma was a randomly generated name - I'm sorry :3

Did I write this fic instead of sleeping? Yes. I have no regrets.

It had been a year since you moved back home. The seasons had come and gone and with that, so had your thoughts of Natasha. The same could not be said for the assassin. She had spent a blissful 3 months with Bruce before he had dropped off the face of the Earth and she was missing you. By the 5th month, she had stopped moping about and tried to find you. She searched everywhere but your town was large and unfamiliar and you didn’t want to be found.

Natasha both regretted what she had said and didn't. She regretted it because she realised just how much she adored you once she saw all the areas Bruce fell short in. You knew her better than she sometimes knew herself. You knew when to back off and when to put pressure on. You knew when she needed control and when you needed to take control. You knew when she wanted ice cream or when she wanted brownies. Bruce didn't. However, a part of her didn't regret those nasty things she said because she really didn't deserve you. You were everything she wasn’t, and she didn't know how to measure up to you.

She never voiced these concerns and so they festered and grew until she believed the only way out was to cheat. She knew that was the only thing that could drive you away. Natasha had told you all about her past, how she believed the Red Room had stripped her of her humanity – of her choice whether to become a mother. She knew there were other ways to have children - of course there were, but she hated the fact they had taken that option from her.

You were not like Natasha. You voiced your concerns which is why she knew exactly what to say and do to get you to hate her. Your previous boyfriend had cheated on you with your once best friend. You had watched as your father cheated on your mother and how that made her a hollow shell for a while, her never understanding why the man she loved could hurt her in that way. Supposedly, everyone models their future relationships on what their parents’ relationship looked like. Perhaps that’s why you kept choosing the cheaters. You were content with where you were. You had a forest, a busy town, and a beach all within a 15-mile radius of your house. You were far enough from civilisation that you could forget about reality for a while but close enough to occasionally dip back in whenever you wanted to.

You had kept in contact with Tony and Pepper, congratulating them on the arrival of Morgan and insisting that they should visit. You also continued to occasionally talk to Wanda when Carol was off world. Carol was overjoyed when she found out you had started dating someone new.

You had met Emma when you were taking a dip back into reality at the local supermarket. Her blonde hair vaguely reminded you of a woman you used to know, and you guessed that’s why you felt drawn to her. It wasn’t the electrical crackle that stole your breath away like your first meeting with Natasha, but it was something. Emma could occasionally be a little controlling, but you guessed that’s what normal relationships were like. She didn’t like you going to bars or pubs anymore and you certainly weren’t allowed in any clubs. You didn’t mind it too much as you hardly minded giving up a few nights out if it meant you could have something that resembled normalcy.

“Who’s that?” Emma asked, your face illuminated from your phone as the ding rang out.

“A friend. He’s bringing his wife and new baby over tomorrow and was reminding me to baby-proof the house.” You smiled lightly as you texted Tony back. You hadn’t mentioned to Emma that you were an ex-avenger, but it just kept slipping your mind.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Who is he? Where will he be staying?”

“I just forgot. Sorry. He’ll be staying here.”

“But you only have a single bed.”

“Yeah. I was planning to sleep on that and Tony, Pepper and the baby can stay in my room.”

“You mean our room.”

You said nothing, too engrossed in arguing with Tony about how under no circumstances will there be any celery in your house. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.

“Our room, right Y/n?”

“Um yeah.” You wave her off was apparently your second mistake, but you didn’t multi-task too well and so half answers were all you were good for while texting.

“I have been your girlfriend for 3 months Y/n. The least you could do is answer me properly and tell me what’s going on in your life.” She huffed, pushing your feet from her lap, and turning to face away from you, all of which you missed. You really weren’t having that evil green vegetable in your house.

“Seriously, what is even so important that you’re ignoring me right now!” Emma’s voice cut through the fog, and you looked at her with a blank expression. It was times like these that you really missed Na- No. You refused to go there. You didn’t miss her. You were over her.

“No celery.”

Emma threw her hands up in the air. “You seriously don’t see what’s wrong, do you?”

“No.” You tilted your head, confused at what your girlfriend was talking about.

“Well, I’m not just going to tell you! Jesus. You should know. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Emma stood up in a huff, making a lot of noise while getting ready to leave.

“Okay – bye” Your attention was bought back to the phone when Tony sent you a cute video of Morgan crawling about, probably as a bribe to get you to buy celery. You stood, watching the video a few times before you shut off your phone, finally getting around to babyproofing your house.

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Babyproofing a house was a lot more work than you originally thought. You had spent most the night picking sharp objects up from baby-height areas and making sure you hadn’t left any weapons about. All the guns taped under tables had to be relocated and you found enough change to set you up for retirement. You just hoped and prayed there were no small beads for Morgan to choke on. You didn’t even get around to putting soft corners on the edges of tables and counter tops, but you told yourself that it was survival of the fittest at that point. The whole endeavour had taken most the night which is how you found yourself with only an hour till Tony, Pepper and Morgan arrived.

There was a knock on the door, and you saw that you were 15 minutes late. Luckily your girlfriend had arrived half an hour before so you figured she could let them in. You shouted down, telling her to get the door as you finished putting on your socks.

“Hiya baby!” You cooed at Morgan babbling in Pepper’s arms, watching as her chubby hands reached for your hair, grabbing on with a crazy amount of strength. “Oh my god you’re strong. Pep, are you sure she’s Tony’s? I’m pretty sure she’s as strong as Thor.” You laughed, looking over at Tony. Your face dropped into careful neutrality as you saw the redhead standing behind him.

“Of course she’s mine doofus. We had multiple paternity tests.” Tony winked.

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t ready. Your throat went dry as you asked if anyone wanted any drinks, your girlfriend waving them into the living room. You prepared the drinks, and you felt a presence behind you, wrapping their arms around your waist, their head resting on your back. You hated it. You felt suffocated. You took a breath and handed half the drinks to Emma, opting to grab a wine glass and fill it with the wine you had been saving for a special occasion. It might not have been a special occasion, but you needed something strong to get though the next few hours and you knew this would do the job.

You made your way back into the living room and Tony gestured to Emma “I don’t think we’ve met yet.”

“I’m Emma.”

“Tony. This is Pepper, Morgan and Natasha.” Your heart dropped at the mention of her name, realising that she wasn’t some cruel hallucination but was in fact standing in your living room.

“Sorry. I forgot to introduce you all.” You smiled and took another large swig from your glass.

“Hey how come you’re the only one with alcohol?”

“Because you’re a parent now.” You rolled your eyes at Tony, feeling Natasha stare holes into your face.

“So I need it even more!” Pepper hit Tony as he said that, causing Morgan to laugh.

“Don’t worry about Y/n getting drunk, she can handle her alcohol pretty well.”

“We know.” Natasha finally spoke. Her voice bought back floods of memories and you realised you missed her voice – just the tiniest amount. “Who exactly are you to Y/n?” To anyone else, the question was flippant, like asking about the weather but you, Tony and Pepper could all hear the carefully laced venom within her words and while the question sounded like it was aimed at your girlfriend, you could tell she was speaking to you.

“Where’s Bruce this fine day?” You shot back, not letting Emma speak.

“My question first.” Natasha finally turned her gaze to focus on you.

“Why are you here?” You felt Emma’s arm slither possessively around your waist. Perhaps if it had been another day, you would have appreciated it but right now, you felt like you were drowning. She held you too tight, you couldn’t move.

“Ah.” Natasha wore a smug look on her face and yet her eyes flashed with hurt. You hated that she had found out information you weren’t willing to give.

“Why are you here Agent Romanoff.” You wanted- no needed her to answer you. You needed to know why she came to you. Then you looked at Tony. “Why would you bring her here?” Your voice was level, Morgan was pulling at your leg to get you to pick her up. You used that as an excuse to escape your girlfriend’s grip.

“We need you back.”

“So you bring your baby to try and bribe me back?” You ran a hand through your hair, lightly bouncing Morgan. “That I can understand but why bring her?” You waved at Natasha, feeling both her and Emma’s eyes bore into you.

“She’s part of the team too and you both need to get on.” Pepper said.

“You were in on this too?” Your throat felt tight. You couldn’t breathe properly.

“I’m sorry but who exactly are you?” Emma asked. Natasha scoffed at her, folding her arms, and rolling her eyes.

Everything was a little too loud and muffled. It felt as if you were underwater. The sun was too bright, and it made everything a little too hard to look at. You could see your furniture, but it wouldn’t stay in your brain long enough for you to fully register it. You placed Morgan on the sofa and took a deep breath, closing your eyes to focus. When you opened them again you looked straight at Natasha.

“I am not going to play nice with you. You broke me and now that I’m moving on you suddenly decide to show up? No. I don’t believe it. Why can’t you just let me be happy? Leave me alone. Besides, I thought I was a ‘fun little distraction’.” You spat at Natasha. You were tired of being the bigger person. She had hurt you and you wanted to watch her bleed. It’s why you leant over and kissed Emma harshly, why you let out a slight moan so Natasha could hear. It didn’t matter that it was completely fake because even though you knew you should feel satisfaction at Natasha’s hurt face, the twinge of sadness upset you more than you would have liked.

Natasha knew the kiss was forced. She knew it was, but it didn’t stop the knife digging deeper into her heart. You had moved on and she had to respect that. She had said some awful things to you, and you really did deserve someone much better than her. You stormed out of the house, saying that you were going for a walk, leaving your girlfriend to entertain your guests.

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It was dark by the time you got back. You saw Natasha on the sofa and ignored her as you walked straight to the guest bedroom. All you wanted to do was curl up and sleep this horrible day into the past but unfortunately for you, you had a girlfriend sitting on the bed.

“This bed isn’t big enough for-” Emma cut you off with a rough kiss. “Emma not now-”

“Yes now. I want to remind your ex what she’s missing.” Emma went back to kissing you and you wanted to cry. You didn’t like her possessiveness, didn’t like her jealousy. With Natasha that had been fun but with Emma, it made you feel afraid.

“Emma seriously.” You grabbed her wrist, not letting her reach into your underwear.

Emma huffed and stepped back. “What’s your problem?”

“I’m really tired. Can’t we just sleep?”

“It’s your ex, isn’t it? Why is she even here? I can’t believe you were going to just let her stay here and not tell me!”

“I didn’t know she was coming!” You were both stage whispering, conscious of the fact there was a baby that most likely didn’t sleep all that often.

“Then kick her out!”

You said nothing. You couldn’t just kick her out. That wouldn’t be fair.

“Oh my god you still love her. You still love her and she’s in love with someone else. Or she was. Ha.” Emma let out a bark of laughter. “That’s so fucking rich. You know what, crawl back to her but don’t come crying to me when she fucks you over again do you hear me?”

“Emma that’s not- I don’t love her anymore. I hate her. She ruined my life.”

“You truly hate her?” You nodded at her. “Supposedly, you can only truly hate someone if you loved them first. We’re done Y/n”

“Seriously?! What? Because I used to love Natasha? Because I don’t want to have sex with you? Grow up Emma. I’ve loved people before you and at this rate, I’ll love people after you too. I’m tired. I don’t have to have sex with you. You can’t make me.”

“I’m your girlfriend! You’re supposed to want to have sex with me!”

“Well not when I’ve had a long ass day!”

“Guys, I think you might wake Morgan.” You winced a little at the addition of Natasha. You knew this was going to end badly.

“This is my fucking house!” Emma said, not lowering her tone.

“Actually, it’s Y/n’s.” Natasha calmly stated. She really wasn’t going to rise to the bait.

Your girl- sorry- ex-girlfriend, fumed next to you. “You know what? Have her. She’s so screwed over from whatever you pulled that I don’t think she can love anyone ever again anyway.” Emma seethed, grabbing her shoes, and slamming the door on the way out. The sound of baby Morgan crying echoed through the house.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You ran your hand over your face, the exhaustion of the whole day catching up with you.

“No, it’s not. I betrayed your trust over the one thing I knew you couldn’t tolerate. I knew how hurtful cheating is to you and I did it anyway. I know it’s not an excuse, but I guess I just felt like you deserved someone more than me. Someone better.”

You said nothing. You were so so tired. You missed her and it ached, but you couldn’t forget what she had done. “I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I know but please let me try again. Bruce wasn’t worth it. He only made me realise how much I love you.” Tears were filling up Natasha’s beautiful eyes and you could see just how tired she looked.

“I missed you.” You whispered out, not wanting to break whatever was being formed

“I missed you too. So so much.”

“I can’t forgive you. Not yet, but…you can have one more chance Natasha. That’s it. You get one chance at my forgiveness.”

“Okay!” Natasha sniffled slightly “I promise I won’t mess this up.”

“I’m serious Natasha. One chance. I don’t play baseball. There are no three strikes.”

Natasha gingerly reached up to cup your face. “I won’t waste this.”

“Good because I never really stopped loving you and I’d hate to be a simp.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that dove.” Natasha let out a watery laugh.

“Excuse me?” You let out a fake gasp and wiped some of the tears from her cheeks.

“It’s okay, I’ll tell you a secret.” Natasha ushered you to lean closer and you did, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and whispered, “I’ve been whipped for you for as long as I can remember.”

You were looking forward to all the ways Natasha was going to make it up to you and hopefully, you’d get to give Bruce a good punch too. You both knew it was going to be a long road ahead but you both felt a little more ready for what lies next.

[scarletarosa]

The Demons

These entities which have been constantly claimed to be evil by Abrahamic religions are much more than what they have been portrayed to be. This is an account based off my many years of working with these beings and speaking to them about their history, mindsets, and values.  

Origin: As the demons and deities have told, Jehovah is not actually the supreme deity, but rather an imposter for the Source (whose counterpart is the Queen of Heaven). The first demons to exist were once angels (agents of the Source/Queen) and many of them were deities (since “angels” is an umbrella-term for all sorts of spirits tasked with directly serving the supreme God and Goddess). When Jehovah had arrived to seize control over the Universe and Earth, Lucifer, the first-born deity from the Source, had led a war against him; yet this traumatic battle ended horribly. Jehovah’s power as an Aeonic god (a deity who creates the physical and metaphysical Universes) outmatched the power of the Universal gods, yet he had been crippled. He defeated them and banished the divine beings who rebelled against his tyranny into the land of torment, Hell, and destroyed their original homeland in the heavens.

Upon arriving in Hell, the fallen angels became demons due to the dark energies of Hell; this caused them to lose their divine glow and become more dark and intimidating in appearance. Their wings blackened, they grew horns, and some even developed spikes on their bodies, claws, or red eyes. Yet they remained beautiful in some darker way, but their hearts were broken. The most powerful of the demons were Lucifer, Satan, and Leviathan; they became the High Kings and sought out to build their own kingdoms in Hell, each kingdom following their own values. From this time on, they became primarily focused on war and revenge. Their new realm began being used by the divine Judges of the Underworld who send evil souls there, allowing the three High Kings to determine torments for them (all evil people are sent to Hell, whether they follow Jehovah or not).  

With the rise of Abrahamic religions, the demons and even some polytheistic deities were labeled as “evil” and were taught to represent the very things which they opposed. Where they teach Lucifer to represent lies, he is instead truth/knowledge, Mammon as greed when he is generosity, Lilith as infertility when she is life/motherhood, Asmodeus as lust when he is love. Yet it is as they say, that the “victors get to write history” and the rebels who fought against a tyrant are portrayed as the ones who are evil. Additionally, not all demons began as fallen angels, as some were gods whose people had been slaughtered and the deities had lost themselves to grief. But instead of allowing them to suffer, many had been recruited by Lucifer into his own kingdom.  

The Three Kingdoms:

The kingdom ruled by Lucifer and his wife, Lilith, is set in a desert wasteland of eternal twilight, but some demons managed to develop oases here. The land looks extremely ancient and mysterious, with some smoldering ruins in the distance. Queen Lilith is viewed as the demons’ Mother Goddess due to her many children and her motherly nature. This kingdom has many areas which are filled with tormented corrupt souls, even gruesome scenes of them being torn apart over and over or having unspeakable things done to them. The values of this kingdom primarily include the seeking of knowledge, wisdom, justice, and developing strength through hardships. Overall, Lucifer is the Initiator towards Illumination, the prime light, and the beam which shatters ignorance.  

The kingdom ruled by Satan and his wife, Ashtoreth, is a dark volcanic land. The landscape reflects strongly Satan’s personality of being easily angered, rebellious, fearless, and destructive. He has many people being burned alive in pits of lava and many other torments within his domain. Satan’s kingdom primarily values military might, aggressive revolutions, and strength of character. Satan is the fiery rebel who incites civil unrest and causes revolutions. Without him, there is apathy and submission to dictatorships. 

The kingdom ruled by Leviathan is a desolate place of steep canyons and emptiness; the energy of this place can fill a human with crushing loneliness beyond imagining, only the demons can withstand it. This kingdom is the most well-defended one since Leviathan focuses primarily on defense whereas the other two are moreso offensive. King Leviathan is a draconic deity who rules over loneliness, desolation, solitude, and deep feelings of despair. He was once one of the Watchers who dwelt in the sea of Earth, but after the War, he greatly changed. Overall, Leviathan destroys everything that is redundant, whether it be places, people, or ideas; he tears through them all. He tends to be cold, calculating, serious, and very withdrawn.

Values: Overall, demons are wise beings who seek to darkly illuminate individuals of Truth, no matter how upsetting it often is. They also teach people how to be strong by putting us through hardships that we must overcome, yet will offer advice if asked. The demons are therefore pedagogues who urge us towards overcoming our weaknesses and seeking spiritual evolution so we may become stronger than ordinary humans. Due to their painful pasts of great loss, the demons are one of the spirit races who best know what it means to overcome suffering and instead allow it to transform you. They often teach this when asked, otherwise, they usually target evil people during their lives by inflicting bad situations upon them or causing them to have cancers or other health issues.  

The demons value wisdom and strength that is gained through walking the solitary path through Hell. It is a path that tears a person apart until they are finally reborn as something far more capable and knowledgeable of who they truly are. It is the demons who know that wisdom is paid for through blood and the sacrifice of one’s current self, and they seek to teach humans how to walk this path. Typically, the demons do not hold the majority of humans in high regard; both for the obvious reasons and because they have watched humans allow themselves to grow weaker over the ages. They seek humans who are willing to step into the abyssal darkness in order to find the light, and those who are willing to forego all that they were taught so they can learn the truth. They teach that once a person removes all of their chains of emotional burden and false beliefs, it is only then that they will they be free and find illumination.

Hierarchy: The highest-ranking demons in Hell are the High Kings and the Queens. These rulers are the ones who appoint promising and trustworthy demons of their courts to certain military ranks of nobility. These (in order of highest to lowest) are as such: kings, dukes, princes, marquises, earls, knights, and presidents. There is also a War Master for each kingdom, whose authority is second-in-command to their High King and Queen. The Goetic demons (the nobility of Hell) are all deities whereas the non-nobles can be either deities or semi-divine demons (as offspring of other demons). Among the nobility of Hell are also the children of the Kings and Queens, since they through blood hold a significant title.  

Demons are also capable of being exiled from Hell if they turn traitor. Although exile for demons means that they will be tortured to death. Upon the death of a spirit, their manifestation is torn apart and it takes many years (sometimes hundreds) to reform. Once they reform, they cannot return to Hell. There have been plenty of traitorous demons in Hell, as not all of them remain loyal and every race of beings has their fair share of corruption. For demons, some begin seeking more power or destruction and so often secretly pledge themselves to the snake-god of evil, Apep. This causes the rogue demons to begin trying to assassinate their own kind, but are quickly discovered and sentenced to a horrific death. Due to these, it is important to remember that not all demons are safe to work with and that it is best to go through their rulers when asking for who best to trust. However, the majority of the Goetia have remained faithful as only a few have ever been exiled; so they are typically safe to work with. A few examples of demons who are very unsafe to work with are Pazuzu, Moloch, and Amy.

Working with Demons: When working with the demonic race, it is best to keep an open-mind and be honest with them. They strongly value those who seek to learn more about who demons truly are and who also seek to better themselves through hardships. Remember to be respectful of these beings and to not treat them in belittling ways (such as calling them nicknames). It is also wise to dress appropriately when calling upon them to manifest in your area; do not dress in sleepwear (especially for the Goetia or other royalty). Additionally, make certain that you do not use any ritualistic summonings to call upon them, as they will be offended by this and leave (no evocation triangles or anything of that sort). One can however feel free to use their enns to either call upon them, meditate upon them, or chant the enns to bless things in a demon’s honour. Make certain that you treat them just as you would any honoured mentor and do not mock them or make lustful moves towards them since there are many demons who do not hesitate to punish humans for doing this.  

One thing that everyone going into demonolatry should always keep in mind is that you should never offer a demon your blood unless you completely understand what you are doing and who you are offering it to, When a person offers their blood to a demon, it is essentially you making a binding contract of devotion to them. If this demon turns out to be a harmful one, they now have the power to do to you whatever they please and you basically belong to them. So this action is overall something unwise. Something else to keep in mind is that the idea of “selling one’s soul” is not only impossible (since the soul is the higher self and is not ours to sell) but it also invites the malevolent tar spirits to you. Once a tar spirit gets ahold of a person wishing to sell themself, the person is now at risk of being possessed by them.

Overall, remember to be polite when working with demons (no need to be overly polite but be respectful at least) and take time to give them offerings when they do something to help you. As for the race of spirits called “tar spirits”, they at times like to pretend to be demons. So if a demon is acting strange towards you or is being harmful, there is a strong chance that it’s actually a tar spirit in disguise; although they can be banished by using an astral attack.

Links: The Angels, Tar Spirits, The Source, Lucifer, Lilith, Satan, Ashtoreth, Leviathan

[solomonish]

way to go mc, you’ve allowed yourself to be poisoned (nowdateables)

CW for: descriptions of food and eating, brief descriptions of choking-like symptoms. (mainly in the intro, though the individual stories mention coughing, (light) blood and fainting). there will be talk of food and keeping an eye on what is being eaten in the individual character stories as well.

find the brothers here!

When you start coughing:

You’re at a sort of banquet when it happens, which is as embarrassing for you as it is horrifying for him

At first, the brother nearest you just assumes you’re choking, but just as your coughing gets loud enough to attract attention you’re already falling to the ground, covering your mouth.

Diavolo immediately moves towards you but he’s ushered away because nobody realizes it was a fumble on the new chef’s part and can’t take the risk of it being some kind of botched assassination attempt, and some of his staff have to drag him away as he watches helplessly over his shoulder

He sends Barbatos to check on you and sees him kneeling beside Simeon, who is already focusing on you, when he leaves the room.

Taking care of you afterwards:

What he couldn’t do when you were facing the brunt of the poison, he makes up for in taking care of you afterwards.

You wake up in a soft bed, much bigger than any you’ve ever been in before. He’s not touching you, but he is watching you as he lies on his side next to you, propping his head up on one hand. His eyes seem to glow in the dark room, and you think for a moment “huh, funny how this should be something that scares me to death.”

Diavolo is normally a pretty boisterous guy, but when he sees you’re awake and smiles at you, you see the softer, more serious side of him.

Diavolo tries to insist that you either go to the human realm for care or allow him to bring someone, but you point out that the whole program he’s got going on is a little abnormal and it would probably take too long for them to adjust.

He settles for someone you know, like Satan, Simeon or Solomon. He treats them with such firmness, though, you see their eyes flicker to you like “?? is this the same person?”

Diavolo is with you every spare moment he can get: in between meetings, cancelling any non-essential tasks, taking paperwork into the room and sitting with you while he does it

Lucifer probably has a sleepless week ahead of him, picking up his slack :(

Is very gentle with you and lets you take as much time as you need off from school

Afterwards, does thorough checks on his cooking staff and starts drafting mandates to add human-safe options in any restaurant or other eatery you choose

even asks for your input on any human dishes you think should be recreated. the food industry may hate you but hey, now you get to eat the Devildom version of your favorite food wherever you go!

When you start coughing:

Barbatos would never accidentally poison you. He is too practiced in his diligence. He would also never allow you to accidentally poison yourself - the watchful eye he keeps on the prince is not reserved for him.

If you were to somehow be poisoned, accidentally or due to the ill will of somebody else, he wouldn’t be in the same room.

That’s not to say he isn’t immediately alerted and, if he’s close by, he’s making his way to you immediately.

Barbatos has a relatively calm and even pleasant demeanor, but the solemn frown he has on his face when he enters the room silences any chaos your fainting might have caused.

Taking care of you afterwards:

When Barbatos needs to give stellar care, he just defaults to the royal treatment. lucky you, right?

He doesn’t have the most time to stop by and check on you - and the brothers probably whisked you away to the House of Lamentation before he could offer you a place closer to him. (they have the Devildom’s most capable medical staff on hand, yes?)

He definitely does visit you - sometimes Diavolo arrives under the guise of having to talk to Lucifer and lets Barbatos go to you, others he just shows up.

Definitely scrutinizes every little thing the brothers are doing for you and then decides to do things himself.

Soon enough he has traded out your pillows and blankets for much softer ones from the palace, and he makes sure you’re equipped with any potions or even human painkillers you may need while your body recovers.

If you ask him why he’s getting so into it, he just says “What can I say? I only know how to give the best treatment. I’ve had plenty of practice with My Lord.”

When he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead, give him a smirk and ask “oh? is this part of the special treatment Diavolo gets too?”

He’ll just give you a wry smile. You’re lucky he’s still got to treat you gently. “Save such jest for Lucifer, my dear.”

When you start coughing:

He probably did it himself

Everybody already knows his reputation with preparing food, and after you live for however many years and plant names change, you forget some of the names of what is and isn’t poisonous to a regular human.

When you start coughing, he isn’t even concerned - it’s more of an “ah shit, here we go again” reaction because he’s used to this

It isn’t until you fall on the floor that he gets...suspicious.

“Come on MC, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” He asks, not even bothering to hide his disappointment

It isn’t until you don’t answer and he can hear you practically wheezing that he realizes what he’s done

He kneels down to the ground beside you and rubs your back in an attempt to show that he realizes what is going on and looks at the counter, where some of the ingredients he used are still sitting

He stares at a devildom plant that looks suspiciously like mint for a few moments before it clicks that it’s well liked in the devildom for the intense burning sensation it gives

Taking care of you afterwards:

Solomon is as adept at poison remedies as he is at accidentally poisoning people. (he wasn’t always immortal, after all. he’s had to live with his dangerous curiosity way before he figured that out.)

He’d keep you in Purgatory Hall for the first day, seeing the sorry state you were in.

Would offer you his bed to rest while he sits cross legged on the ground next to you, back against the bed with a spell book. Sometimes he’ll crack open an easy one and talk you through some of the simpler spells, and others he reads it for himself while you rest.

Isn’t big on the proactive care but all you need to do is say his name and he’s ready to get anything you need <3

Only tells the brothers that you’re staying the night because he doesn’t want them to kick the door down. Only tells them why because Asmo started making assumptions in the group chat

Everybody afterwards will tell you that honestly, what else did you expect to happen? It’s Solomon’s cooking, MC. Really.

Solomon figures you’re fine figuring out what foods are safe on your own, but since it was someone you supposedly trusted that poisoned you, he finds himself eyeing any food given to you by a friend. However, since HE was the one who actually poisoned you, this most often ends in intense stare-offs that you have to break up

When you start coughing:

Angels don’t have to be as careful as humans - after all, their lives and bodies aren’t nearly as fragile as yours is.

He doesn’t notice that there’s something in the dish you can’t eat, but he does notice the moment you realize something is wrong.

Watching a human realize that they’ve just put their life in danger is a horrible thing, and the look in your eyes sent his blood pressure skyrocketing before your coughing even got super bad.

He can see your lips swelling and that’s when he looks at the salad on your plate.

He doesn’t dare leave your side, and instead opts to send an emergency message to EVERYONE.

Surprisingly, the “MC. POUSOND. NOW. 💀” gets the message across fairly efficiently.

Taking care of you afterwards:

Being under the care of an angel is a heavenly experience indeed.

Simeon is allowed to stay with you while you recover, offering you multiple soothing drinks and chapsticks to help alleviate your pain.

He keeps your room clean and cool so your environment is as peaceful as can be!

Any gifts the brothers offer, he gives to you personally.

He jokingly offers to spoon-feed you, and if you take him up on the offer you’re both blushing by the end of it.

Once you’re better, he’ll find you at lunch and cheerfully remind you to look what’s on your plate. if you brush him off, he’ll just smile and say something like “don’t you remember what happened last time?” but his smile says something dangerous

When you start coughing:

HE. FREAKS. OUT.

Most likely to think this was a direct attack on you and he’s ready to throw hands. Simeon has to place a hand on his shoulder to get him to calm down.

His voice gets higher the more he fights to get close to you, and Simeon starts gently leading him away while sending concerned glances over his shoulder

Taking care of you afterwards:

The first time he brings you sweets and the demons feel the need to check it over and refuse to give it to you he almost cries

He’s not the one who hurt you, and he worked hard on those!!

Simeon tells him that your stomach might be upset still and that makes him feel a little better, because at least he didn’t directly offend you like that.

Will get “angry” (read: pouty) if you don’t let him PERSONALLY inspect what you’re eating for anything poisonous

Can be found at the kitchen table in Purgatory Hall, hunched and asleep as he drools over cookbooks with human-safe recipes