#were in hell on a friday night yea- ~ friday night in hell au

[starlitfunkster]

Friday Night in Hell AU BUT only the FNF Lullaby Mod Characters

Sorry to the Hypno, Alexis, and Hell Bell cast fans.. because I forgot about them! I don't really think Hypno would fit? And honestly, Beelze and HELL BELL would not really change in the mod? ..Alexis wouldn't change either. And I would have no idea what to do with Dawn! (Made ironic now that Part 2 was made. Go check that out btw!)

Uh.. *ahem* I did everyone else though. And also Wally. Don't look at me, I think Wally would make for a sad fnf song.

~Lost Silver - Shade (It's a boy named Ethan, who apparently was killed near Mt. Silver. It does not appear under normal circumstances, only appearing to those of pure heart. Apparently its appearance can either pacify or terrify, depending on who it shows itself too. If proven worthy, it will give you a Cyndaquil, Pikachu, or on very rare occasions, a Celebi. If you are not... well hope you survive if you are not worthy!)

~Blake - Yuki-Onna (Male) (Compared to Mount Red, this boy has a lower kill count. He's a lot less mangled too, being one of his victims. He hides his missing jaw with a medical mask, and bandaged up his chest area where his heart was taken out of him. He will try to protect Mount Red's victims with his Typhlosion, but they usually end up dead before they can escape. All except for Gray, that is.)

~Mount Red - Yuki-Onna (Male) (He was killed by an ex-lover on Mt. Silver. Said lover would take his own life following the killing. If you see Red in a hanbok, hiding his face with his fan, then it's already too late. Male victim's often lose their jaws, whilst female victim's have their hearts torn out.. then later eaten by Red. Killing is hard work when you are a malevolent spirit!)

~Blue Tears - Onryo (He killed himself following his murder on his ex-lover. Now he causes disasters nearby Mt. Silver to prevent people from losing their lives. Most misunderstood him, deeming him a malicious spirit, but in truth he has saved lives in doing this. It's probably cause he's aware of why people are trying to go to Mt. Silver, they want to battle his ex!)

~Silver - Specter (He guards the Ruins of Alph, the location of which Ethan hides within. He will kill those who are not pure of heart by transforming into a Feraligatr! Oh wait, no it's an illusion. The victims usually die by his hands to prevent them from potentially getting (or harming) Celebi.)

~S!3v3n - Wraith (The younger brother of Mike that took his own life after feeling immense guilt over his actions. He tends to avoid Mike whenever possible, as his spirit was fused with Miki's as a last resort from Missing No. He looks more human than Charizard though.. and victims who do not heed Gray's warnings tend to end up as charred corpses.)

~Mike - Revenant (The older brother of Steven that was murdered, and is now seeking revenge. In the sense that his hair turned into wires that can extend to strangle his victims. Some of these victims were just onlookers caught in the middle. And Gray almost became a victim before Red intervened!)

~Glitchy Red - Living Glitch (The guy who isn't a spirit, but lives with Gray because he got his ass haunted. Don't annoy him, and he won't kill you. He has to tolerate so many spirits daily, so it's best not to make that looming anger worse. He also can go into his game and back out whenever he pleases.)

~Wally - Wandering Spirit (A young boy who died due to over-exerting himself during training. Should you seek him out, you must first go through Gardevoir. Even when her trainer was long dead, she still protects his spirit. Often times, he isn't 'home', but if your lucky he'll challenge you to a friendly battle. No consequences for losing, just the sting of defeat. Some hold back on Wally, but others don't. Hackers tend to glitch out of existence if they try to challenge Wally. No one knows why though.)

~Gray - Human (The poor sucker that's haunted to heck and back. Red has to protect him from death from time to time, much to his chagrin. He's constantly on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Worse yet is most of the stress comes from Shinto! (not that she's doing anything bad tho-))

~Shinto - Unknown (A poorly made hypno that seems to love Gray in a friendly way. Even if Gray is like.. scared of her. She can turn into a human! Which confuses the heck out of Gray and Red of all people.)

[phantasmaltrain]

wip friday for yet another au that’s possessed my brain. how fun :D

( this au takes place abt 3~4 months after the events of the scarvio post game! i have a few hcs about the timeline of events so this takes place roughly in july while the main game events are in march~april )

all was quiet.

well, not quiet, but calm enough that penny didn’t mind the walk to her dorm room door, the ring for her keys looped over her finger.

…yea, keys. for a while, it had just been the key to her own dorm, but now there were at least nine.

florian, juliana, nemona, arven; giacomo, mela, atticus, ortega, and eri.

ten, counting her own key.

trading spare dorm room keys with friends was a common act among academy students. kids always crashed over each other’s rooms like it was a sleepover; mostly during the summer, for the kids who didn’t go home and stayed on campus.

she wasn’t exactly used to so many keys, now, but it wasn’t a bad thing.

nor was actually getting outside. as much as a bummer most kids would find community service for the league of all things over the summer, it gave her something to do. she got to be in her element and fix things, which was a win-win.

fiddling with the ring to find her own key once she got to the door and twisting the doorknob, penny was only mildly surprised to find juliana and nemona attempting to sprawl across the rather small rug on her floor, clearly chattering back and forth.

both attempted to crane their heads to the door, quickly chiming out greetings from their spot on the floor. penny’s response was that of an amused hum as she closed the door behind her, putting her bag and zip-over jacket on her desk chair.

“ i’m assuming your ‘paradox sweeping’ has gone well today? ”

right. paradox sweeps, as they liked to call them.

unfortunately, just because the time machine had been shut down didn’t mean all the paradox pokemon disappeared. they were still active in area zero; restless, at that.

the league didn’t seem too keen on letting the public in on what lurked in the crater in the center of the region; fortunately for them, juliana and nemona always seemed to be itching for a battle challenge, and didn’t seem to mind wrangling in any stragglers that got too close to any cities to be dangerous.

there were probably better ways to deal with passive crises like this other than dishing out teenagers to solve their problems, but hey, the league wasn’t exactly the most effective running system.

but juli and nemona were having fun, so penny found no point in trying to nip at them just yet.

nemona rolled off the rug with an exaggerated inhale, as if she had been waiting for someone to ask her that question since noon. juliana seemed to echo that thought with a quiet giggle, though the girl made no effort to cut nemona off until the point was right.

“ dios mío; penny, you should’ve seen what happened today! ”

“ well it already happened, so just tell me about it. ”

despite the almost snarky response, the two girls could tell penny’s interest was still present regardless, seeing as while she was already looking to make a quick evening snack, ( likely something microwaved, ) she still kept glancing over her shoulder, awaiting a continuation.

juliana squinted for a few moments, a smile slowly crossing the brunette’s face. turning to nemona, the two nodded with silent laughter, before turning to penny.

“ we’ll tell you if you come down to the lunch hall with us. ”

“ it’s seven at night! nobody’s out there until at least eight or nine during summer hours, it’ll be nice and quiet, just how you like it. ”

seeing as the two were both sharing that dopey, mischievous grin they constantly wore, penny eventually complied with a huff. it was like their secret little version of baby doll eyes- hell, she’d seen them get it to work on arven more than once. ..then again, arven wasn’t exactly the toughest out there, so maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised by that.

“ alright, alright. just let me get my pajamas on first. ”

waving in dismissal with a sigh in defeat, penny picked up the half folded porygon themed t-shirt and shorts, retreating to the bathroom for a few moments to switch her clothes, while nemona and juliana finally got up from their tangle of limbs and rug.

when the blue-and-red-haired girl did finally reappear, tossing her outfit from before into a hamper, nemona was quick to gently, yet enthusiastically, grab the other’s wrist, tugging her to the door with a grin.

“ c’mon! i think they have grilled cheese and soup today! ”

..grilled cheese didn’t sound awful.

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 2

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: Smut 18+ only please

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When Bucky made it up to your shared room he slowly and silently opened the door. You were sitting on your bed, your back facing the door, but he could tell you were crying by the shaking of your shoulders. It broke his heart to see you so upset.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to sit next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you into his embrace. You then openly sobbed into his chest. Bucky caressed your back and kissed you on the head, allowing you to cry.

When you started to calm down you sighed deeply, sniffed, and said, “Are you going to break up with me now?”

Bucky’s heart completely broke. He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “No, baby. Of course not. I love you. I love you so much! Why would you think that?” He asks.

“Because before we started dating you told me about Dot and how much she meant to you. You were going to propose when you got home from the war. Well here is your chance to live the life you wanted with the girl you wanted,” you say as tears again start to leak from your eyes.

“Baby, I’m not the same man I was then. Yes, I still have love for Dot, but I’m so madly in love with you. I promise,” he said, kissing your forehead, nose, and then lips.

“I’m going to help Dot become acclimated to the world now, and help her settle. But I promise I will always be here for you, ok?” He asks.

You nod, feeling slightly better. “I love you,” you say.

“I love you too. I’ve gotta get down to the lab. I promised Dot I would be down there with her. But I won’t be long,” he says before kissing you again and then leaving.

You sit and wait for him, hoping it wouldn’t take too long. But after 4 hours you give up on him and go to sleep. You hope that he will keep his word on still loving you. You don’t want to lose him. You love him too much.

- -

1 month later

Over the last several weeks, you’ve only seen Bucky’s about a handful of times. He’s always off with Dot, helping her learn the ways of today, and helping her deal with her “trauma”. Every time he tries to give you a little time she always calls for him saying how upset she is or that she’s about to have a panic attack. You try and be understanding but at the same time it’s really starting to annoy you.

One of the worst things is that he barely even sleeps with you anymore. This morning you woke up to an empty bed, yet again, and head downstairs for breakfast. When you got down to the common room you heard the sound of Dot’s giggles and saw her sitting on the couch with Bucky, her feet on his lap. At that point you lost your appetite, so you went up to the roof instead.

After an hour you hear the door to the roof open as you’re staring off into the distance. You feel arms wrapped around your waist as a stubble chin rest on your shoulder. You decide to ignore him and continue staring off into the distance and several thoughts past of your mind.

“Was looking for you,” Bucky said as he kissed your shoulder. “Why you up here all alone?”

You sigh, “well I’m used to being alone a lot these days. And I guess I didn’t feel like sitting there watching you and Dot flirt in the common room,“ you say annoyed.

You hear him sigh behind you as he puts his forehead on your shoulder. “I know, and I’m so sorry that I haven’t been around much. I’m just trying to do my best to help her,” He said.

“I promise I’ll try and do better at managing my time so that I can spend more time with my girl,“ he says as he kisses the back of your head and trails kisses all the way down to your neck.

He turns you around in his arms and rests his forehead on yours. Before you know it you are both swaying to no music, until Bucky starts singing your song. You wrap your arms around his neck as you both slow dance to your song as Bucky sings. When he finishes you kiss him passionately.

“Tonight we will have date night. No Dot, no interruptions, just you, me, and that new lingerie you bought a few weeks ago,” he says as he continues to sway you.

You smile widely at the thought of spending a night alone with your boyfriend. “Oh Bucky, that sounds amazing! I’ve missed you so much, and I get what your doing, but it’s hard,” you say.

“I know. I’ve been neglecting you and it ends now. You are my priority, not Dot. And I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you. Tonight,” he says.

You kiss him in reply.

- -

Later that night, after dinner and another bout of dancing, you come out of the bathroom with your new lingerie set. You stand in the doorway staring at your half naked boyfriend. Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as he starts to stalk towards you like a lion about to pounce.

“You look good enough to eat, baby,” he says huskily. He then pulls you into his arms with a searing kiss.

He leads you to the bed and throws you on it, before jumping on top, connecting your lips again. His hand travels down to your core and he moves your panties to the side, putting pressure on your clit. He starts rubbing at an intensely fast pace, making you lose your breath. Very quickly he pulls your first orgasm from you.

Before you come back to earth you feel your new panties being ripped from you, as well as the bra. Bucky loved to rip your underwear all the time. He kissed his way down your stomach to your wet core and dove in. Your back arched off the bed.

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You moaned as your hand pulled his hair.

He then stuck two metal fingers into you and started pumping. You knew it wouldn’t be long now. You couldn’t stand the amazing sensation of his fingers and tongue. You started to feel the build up of pressure in your belly.

“Bucky! I’m going to cum,” you cry as you again orgasm on his face.

After a moment Bucky kisses his way back up your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, which makes you wetter, if that’s possible. “You are the best thing I have ever tasted, Doll. Truly exquisite,” he says.

He then pulls off his pants and boxers before lining up with you. He slowly starts to push in, which feels amazing. After a moment he completely bottoms out in you. He kissed you, and just as he is about to thrust, you are both interrupted by FRIDAY.

“Sergeant Barnes, Ms. Jones is requesting to see you sir,” she says.

Bucky groans into your neck, “Tell her I’m busy and we’ll talk in the morning,” he says.

“I’m sorry sir, but she appears to be having a panic attack and having trouble breathing,” FRIDAY says.

“Shit,” Bucky says as he pulls out of you and grabs his sweats. He looks at you guiltily, “I’m sorry. I’ll be back in 10 minutes tops, and then we can finish what we started,” he says before running out the door.

You stare at the door as it closes in shock. He just left you in the middle of sex for his ex. What the hell! You lay there and wait, but after 2 hours you decide to get dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. You take your ruined lingerie and throw it out. You lay back on your bed thinking about how you will have a stern discussion when he comes back.

Before you know it, another 2 hours go by and it’s the middle of the night. You’re more than angry, now you are hurt. You grab your pillow and your blanket and leave your shared room with Bucky, and head to your old room. After locking the door, you inform FRIDAY not to let anyone, especially Bucky in. You climb into bed and allow a few tears before falling asleep.

- -

Bucky woke up the next morning disoriented. When he realized he was still in Dot’s room he panicked. After he finally got Dot to calm down last night he went to leave but Dot begged him to stay until she fell asleep. He must have dozed off too. He quickly got out of the bed and quietly exited the room.

Steve was coming down the hall and saw Bucky’s coming out of Dot’s room. “ why are you in Dot‘s room?” Steve asked.

“She had a panic attack last night and I came to calm her down and fell asleep. Y/N is going to be so pissed at me,” Bucky said.

“Wasn’t last night date night?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded, “Yea and Dot interrupted right in the middle of sex. I left Y/N there naked on the bed like a jackass,” Bucky said angrily.

“You left her in the middle of sex to deal for your ex!? Why didn’t you ask me to deal with it?” Steve yelled.

“I don’t know. Dot says she only feel comfortable with me. I’m just trying to help her. But I’m going to lose my girl in the process. I’ll talk to Dot later about it, but things have to change. I can’t keep ignoring my girl,” Bucky said.

Steve nodded, “Yeah, we’ll good luck with talking to her after last night,” he said before slapping Bucky’s shoulder and leaving.

Bucky sighed and went to your shared room, only to see that you weren’t there. He checked the kitchen, common room, roof, gym, and lab but couldn’t find you. The last place he went was to your old bedroom. He found the door locked, which told him he found you.

“FRIDAY, can you please open the door?” He asked the AI.

“I’m sorry Sergeant Barnes. But I was requested by Agent Y/L/N to not let anyone, especially you in,” FRIDAY said.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He really messed up.

- -

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

A lot happening in this chapter. Bucky being stupid, but at least he is aware. Now can he fix it? will the reader let him? And what else will Dot do? Feedback is appreciated!

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𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄. chapter four ( &. nanami kento x black!female reader — warnings: mentions of sex, infidelity,gore, profanity, chapter jump from past to present, gojo & geto being the funny ones in the group. college au/artist nanami au)

➣ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the aftermath of the date leads to heartbreak, but it's always someone there to pick [y/n] back up. — PAST

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[ 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝑉𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆. 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆 𝑇𝐴𝐺 ]

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WHEN YOUR DATE WAS OVER with you, you texted your friends to see where they were at, which you had a feeling they were at that new bar that opened up like two weeks ago. The girls wanted to know just how wonderful the date went, which you thought was going to go horrible because frankly, you thought the guy Mei chose would be a little handsy, especially considering he was older. But he wasn't. He was actually a quite flirtatious gentleman that knew boundaries. He would open your door for you, making sure you walked on the side of the sidewalk that wasn't closer to the street, he made you laugh, he would place his hand on your lower back. He even let you borrow the jacket to his well-tailored suit since you mentioned how cold you were. Which you were cursing yourself mentally for sacrificing being cold to show off a little cleavage. You could go on about just how good the date went. You two agreed to go out on another date, this time something not as formal as the fancy five-star restaurant.

SPICE GIRLS. [GROUPCHAT w/ Y/N, Mei, Utahime, & Shoko ]

shoko 🩺 y/n, pls don't be mad. i kinda told the guys about your date. super sorry, it kinda just slipped out

utahime 💗 ouch, that had to hurt our lil nanami's ego & heart.

he about to bump drake all night long

omg do you guys remember when he had that emo hairstyle in high school?

mei 💄 he will get over it, after all you two are single. y/n need to keep her options open !!

why do you oddly remember that horrible hairstyle he had

shoko 🩺 so how was the date??

mei 💄

it better went well, i swear to god i will kick him where the sun don't shine if it didn't

y/n 💖 it actually went pretty well. we agreed to go somewhere less formal next time.

shoko 🩺 ouu another date??

y/n 💖 yes. with the nanami situation, i need to keep my options open you know. honestly don't know what the hell is going on in his head

utahime. 💗 yea, i mean idk why he haven't asked you to be his girlfriend but it doesn't shock me..a lot of men want to be sluts during college take gojo and geto for example

mei 💄 that's true. nanami need to stop stringing y/n along though. just be honest

y/n 💖 exactly. but hey, toji was a complete gentlemen and so hot 🥵

mei 💄 well, my match making job is done here. i'll expect a payment by friday

utahime 💗 lmfaooo. ard, i'll see you guys later. my group members finally showed up to the cafe

mei💄 see ya.

y/n 💖 shit, i forgot to give him his jacket back

[ &. TOJI & Y/N MSG ]

y/n. hey, i could return your jacket to you tomorrow if you like?

toji. even if it looked better on you than me you can just return it whenever

y/n. i shall return it tomorrow then i'll protect it with my life lol

You would push your phone in your purse as you opened the door to the bar searching for your friends. Although, you felt a little overdressed for a bar with your fusion pink strap dress, which hugged your figure perfectly. You didn't think of it to go change clothes considering how it was already quite late. You tugged Toji's jacket further on your body as you walked into the bar searching for your friends. The bar wasn't that crowded, some tables and booths still were open. However, you could tell that people came here to end their stressful week of college. Spotting your friends in one of the booths closer to where the pool table was at, you would make your way to the back.

Finally greeting the table, you gave them a smile. However, Shoko was the only one who greeted you with a smile back and she even brought you your favorite drinks Geto and Gojo were eyeing you up and down, you just chalked it up as they knew also. Nanami didn't even bother to look up from his half-drunken beer.

You didn't think of it to tell Nanami about the date because you knew he was going to argue against it. But he couldn't really argue against it considering that for once, you two weren't official. When you brought up putting a label on whatever you guys were, he would change the subject. So, you going on one date shouldn't have mattered.

"Switch seats with me," Shoko told Gojo.

"Nope," Gojo said. "She has to sit next to him," Gojo adds not even looking up from his phone.

The booth was meant for five to six people and just your luck, the only seat left was the one next to Nanami. You would only roll your eyes sliding in the booth, Shoko sliding your drink over to you. With the awkwardness making you feel a little uneasy, you didn't even think you could drink any alcohol tonight. You toyed with the ends of Toji's jacket, you should have just gone home. Therefore, you wouldn't have to explain yourself to Nanami.

"So, how was the date?" Geto asked. He refused to let this night end with awkwardness. He was going to force both you and Nanami to at least talk.

"It was okay, he was a nice guy," You answered.

"That's his jacket?" Gojo questioned.

"Obviously," You responded.

"He must come from a rich family, I have the same suit jacket," Gojo answered as he eyed it.

You now felt even worse that you were wearing Toji's expensive jacket. Now you had a duty to make sure nothing got on it. Shoko would sip at her drink before speaking, "Should we order shots?" She questioned.

"Not really in a take shots mood," Both you and Nanami said at the same time.

You would look at each other and then look away. You let out a sigh before grabbing a hold of his hand and tugging him out of the booth. "Let's go, we're going to go talk," You said.

Even though, he did exit the booth. He let go of your hand as if he didn't even want to touch you. You felt so hurt by that as you followed behind him through the bar that was now beginning to gain traction during this Friday night. When you two stepped outside, walked a little further down from the bar so you could get privacy and hear each other.

"You could have been honest with me Y/N," Nanami said as he shoved his hands into his jacket.

"I knew you would get upset Nanami, like you are now," You pointed out. "It was just a dinner date, nothing happened. Plus, you don't even have the right to be upset? We're not even officially dating." You found yourself explaining.

"I know, you don't have to remind me..our fucking friends don't have to remind me all the time," Nanami responded.

"Then why are we here talking? Do you want me Nanami? Do you want this?" You questioned, your hands motioning to you and him.

His silence stunned you as you could feel your eyes watering. You two never had arguments or even disagreements, so this was something new to you.

"Do you want to be happy with him?" Nanami questioned, completely ignoring your question. Because frankly, how could he explain to a woman that he didn't expect to fall for that it was no future for you two because of a family business move.

Your silence to his question obviously was the answer. He let out a sigh. Even though the blonde-haired artist only brought this situation on himself, he didn't expect to lose you so quickly. He knew that after a while, you would want a person to love you out loud and finally want to be in a relationship. So, it was best for him to let you go. You deserved to be happy even if that meant not with him.

"I think it's best if we just keep it strictly as friends," Nanami answered. Even though, he couldn't stop staring at you as you were dolled up elegantly. Your natural hair was out in a nice wash-and-go style. You wore your favorite jewelry and even had on the highest heels you thought went well with the dress. But Seeing another man's jacket on you, caused a pit to form in his throat and for his jaw to lock in jealousy.

"Nanami..." You said. You thought he was blowing this out of proportion and acting out of jealousy of you with another man.

"[Y/N], it's for the best. I know you wanted something deeper and I simply can't give you that right now. I'm sorry," he would give you one last kiss on the cheek before walking away and disappearing in the crowd in front of the bar.

꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

YOU COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT LAST night, you stayed up late doing designs simply because you couldn't sleep. Manage to finish your pants suit project at like three in the morning. Nanami words cut you like a sharp blade and you didn't even know how to stitch yourself back up. You weren't sure to cry because of the fact that he told you it's best if you keep it strictly at a friendship level knowing how close you guys were. Or to be angry because he acted on pure jealousy, it wasn't your fault you decided to keep your options open just because he didn't want to put a label on whatever you guys were. But you didn't understand why he couldn't give you a relationship. Was there someone else? Maybe he wanted to focus on school.

It frustrated you and you were so glad it was the weekend so that you could just relax. When something was bothering you, you had this thing where you always tried to keep your mind busy from thinking about the said thing that was bothering you. As you were cleaning your room, which wasn't particularly messy but more disorganized, you would find things that belonged to Nanami that he left at your place. You walked out of your room with the box of stuff, placing it near the door. You texted him to come to get his stuff, which he read your message and didn't respond. Utahime was in the living room watching some movie as she was eating a bowl of ramen.

"I made you some ramen," She called out, even though her eyes never left the screen.

"I'm not really hungry," You stated as you practically watched as he started texting but sooner the text bubble disappeared.

Why did it feel like you guys were breaking up if you weren't in a relationship?

Utahime would glance at the box, her eyes finally clawing away from the movie she was watching. [Y/N] told her everything that happened and she didn't know what to say, nor did she want to take any sides. "You need to eat something, you haven't left your room all day. Plus, I know you haven't been to sleep either."

She did make a point. Plus, Toji was stopping by to get his jacket so you definitely didn't need to look like a zombie due to the huge bags under your eyes. Utahime motioned to the bowl of ramen on the kitchen counter and you went to grab it while also joining her on the couch. Utahime notices how awkward it got within the friendship group.

"Don't you have another date with Toji tomorrow?" she asked.

"I don't even feel like going anymore," You answered her as she held your chopsticks in between your fingers.

Utahime found herself rolling her eyes, "You're going on that date," she said. "Do you really think Nanami is in his room dwelling over this situation?"

"I mean I hope so, he seemed pretty hurt yesterday," You answered.

Utahime grabbed her phone off the coffee table in front of her, she opened the Snapchat app tapping on Gojo's profile. She showed you the story of Gojo, Geto, and Nanami out on Gojo's family yacht enjoying the time of their lives. "That was posted three hours ago," she said. "And here you were about to not go out with that man." She adds.

"Okay, but what if Geto and Gojo forced him to go?" You asked.

Utahime rolled her eyes. "Stop making excuses for that man. [Y/N], if he wanted to. He would. If Nanami wanted a relationship with you, he would have been asked your ass to be his girlfriend," Utahime said shrugging her shoulders. "Now eat your ramen and go get yourself cleaned up cause like you said Toji's coming to get his jacket."

You stared down at the broth in the ramen before beginning to eat. Utahime's words practically spin around in your head, trying to process what she just said. It was true, if he wanted a relationship he would have made it happen. You let out a dramatic sigh before finishing up the ramen she made for you, which when you were done Utahime handled the dishes so you can make yourself look at least decent for your guest. Even though, you were sure he would compliment you even when you weren't looking your best.

You got up to go shower and change into something. Settling with a pair of biker shorts, your university crew neck apparel that was a little too big (it was Nanami's), and your favorite pair of Jordan 1's. When you notice the crew neck sweatshirt didn't belong to you, you found yourself changing into a different top and sooner tossed the sweatshirt in the box. When you were done, you stepped out of your room and Utahime saw you and she gave you a round of applause. "I hate when you guys dwell on men," She says. "Especially giving that that a good portion of men can't even make a woman orgasm." She sighs.

You let out a chuckle at what Utahime said. It didn't shock you hearing her say stuff like this considering the young woman was bisexual, but according to her. Each day men's behavior pushes her further into never dating men ever again. The men's behavior in question was Gojo's and Geto's.

"He said he'll be here in 30 minutes to pick up this jacket," You said motioning to the jacket that hanging on the coat rack in the corner.

"You don't find it odd that he's coming to get his jacket today instead of just waiting until tomorrow," Utahime said. "Damn, he wants to see you that bad," she adds.

"Maybe, it's a very important jacket." You responded before laughing. "Okay, maybe he just wants to see me."

"Of the words of Mei, the way you get over a guy is to get under another," Utahime said.

You looked at your phone seeing that Toji texted you. He stated that he was waiting in the lobby of your apartment complex for you. You would grab a hold of the jacket, giving Utahime a sly wave before exiting the place. You took the elevator down and when you were searching for Toji, he was chatting it up with the guy at the front desk. You would approach him with a smile, his jacket in your hands. When he saw you, his face lit up.

"Here's your jacket," You said as you would hand him the expensive jacket.

"Even though, I could have cared less about the jacket, considering that I can have it replaced in a blink of an eye. I just used it to come to see you," Toji bluntly admitted.

"You're definitely seeing me tomorrow though, remember?" You reminded him.

"Of course, but when I want to see someone sooner. I'm going to make it happen," Toji responds as he clutches his jacket. "So, let's go."

"What?"

"Let's go," Toji said as he grabbed a hold of your hand tugging you along.

You let the larger man drag you outside your apartment complex and saw the familiar black car that you once were in. Once again Toji opened your door waiting for you to get in. "Where are we going?" You questioned.

"Somewhere." was the only thing that escaped Toji's lips.

You would simply get into the car let him close the door behind you.

You found it extremely attractive when it came to the way Toji was driving. The way his large hands gripped the steering wheel or the fact that there were some moments where he would use his knee to guide the steering wheel just to touch your thigh or even let his thumb caress your hand. It causes your heart to flutter and for you to cross your legs even tighter than ever. As he pulled into the parking lot, you noticed that you guys were near the docks. Which if you remembered correctly, it was going to be a little flea market set up with small businesses and food vendors. Perhaps this was something you needed to get your mind off Nanami. However, this would definitely be something Nanami and you would have done.

When you stepped out of the car, you would glance around before speaking, "Wouldn't think you would be the type of guy to want to walk around a flea market?"

"You know, I'm not even shocked you said that," He commented. "But, it's a nice day today and like I previously said, I wanted to see you. You see anything you like, it's yours."

Your lips formed a smile before he grabbed a hold of your hand and led you through the market filled with so many cultural shops. Your eyes lit up as you two stopped at the fabric booth, which was just next to this arts and craft booth. Your fingers glided across these yellow-colored silk fabric, which the vendor would notice just how much your face lit up when you saw it.

"How much for 4 yards of this?" You questioned.

The vendor told you a price, but sooner suggested a discounted price just for you. You opened your mouth to accept the deal, remembering that Toji did say if you wanted anything he'll get it for you.

"We'll take all of it." Toji interrupted.

"What? Toji, I'll only need maybe 4 yards. If I need more, I'll just come back tomorrow." You said to him, he simply stared at you as he opened his wallet pulling out his card.

"Now, you don't have to come back tomorrow." He said as the vendor would greedily take his card to swipe it. Another vendor at the booth took the fabric off the shelf to neatly fold it into a bag for you.

You jumped into Toji's arms, your arms squeezing at his torso as a string of thank you's escaped your lips. You glanced up at him as your arms were still around him, "I appreciate it a lot." You said. "I'll even tailor one of your suits for you whenever you want."

"Oh don't tempt me, even though I would prefer you taking it off me."

You felt your cheeks grow hot as Toji reached over to grab the bag from the vendor. You let go of him as he extended his hand for you to take it. You noticed that the once hurt Nanami that was swirling in your mind was pushed out when Toji was in your presence.

Nanami did say himself that he couldn't give you something deeper at the moment, but here Toji was in front of you possibly about to give you that. You just needed to take that leap. You grabbed a hold of Toji's hand as you made your way down to see the other street vendors at the flea market. A smile on your face as you realized that you deserved to be happy even if that meant it wasn't with Nanami.

But little did you know that the blonde-haired artist was working the arts and craft booth (after being forced to go to a yacht party with Gojo and Geto) as volunteer work for one of his art professors and he witnessed the events that unfolded in front of his eyes.

Nanami may have officially lost [Y/N].

[katsukikitten]

Wholesome Frat AU, Clearly aged up, college au, main characters are Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, Jiro, Mina, and of course you my dear reader. Sexual themes, mentions of drugs and booze through out.

AHEM

Chapter 1

Denki lies upside down off his bed, staring at his phone when another invite to a party comes through. It's from a classmate he shares notes with and one of the few non toxic dudes on campus. A smile forms on his face, his fingers ready to fly across the screen to confirm his Friday night to be golden and one to remember. 

Or maybe wish to remember as alcohol and maybe some weed numb his senses. 

But then the location comes through, a frat house that's notorious for ignorance and low key rape culture. He turns it down claiming to study and sighs. Staring at his shared four walls from the top bunk. 

"What's going on with you? No one wants you to keep their bed warm tonight?" Sero teases passing him up a beer before starting the next round of his game. Preferring to get buzzed and troll in Apex lobbies than find somewhere to be tonight.  

Their phones buzz at the same time, Kirishima coming through on the group chat. 

Big Red 🦈 : Any plans tonight boys?

Boomboi 💣 : Fuck off, busy. 

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Apex

Zaptos ⚡: got invited to a party but location is sus af. You bro? 

Big Red 🦈 : Yikes 😬 Keepin some ladies safe. Don't like the scene here…

Tape dispenser 🎞 : Same

Zaptos ⚡: Same

Boomboi 💣:  FUCK OFF!

Denki and Sero both smirk at their phones before moving on with their Friday night with small talk of Instagram stories and received risque snapchats. As the beer fridge gets dwindles  their thoughts seem to grow. 

"Okay, listen. Here me out!" Denki says as if Sero would ever come off defensive. He finishes his eighth beer before continuing. 

"What if we started our own frat? Like...like a fucking wholesome one." 

"Dude not only does that sound impossible but what would we call ourselves?" Sero chuckles nursing his seventh beer. Denki pauses for a moment, trying to think of something, anything great. 

"Alpha Kappa Wholesome." He smiles, "Yea that's it!"

Sero laughs from his bottom bunk earning an angry faced Denki to put half of his body over the side of his bed. 

"I'm serious man! We could kick out whoever doesn't match our values. This college is supposed to be about making 'lasting connections' with fellow heroes! How are we supposed to do it when we are cooped up in our tiny dorm!" He gestures to their cramped room. A set of bunk beds and desks with their TV and shared dresser on the far wall. Sero looks around, this sure as hell wasn't like the dorms at UA that's for sure. 

"Okay well two people isn't enough for a frat, man." Sero lets the dream die before it can bloom, running a hand through his raven hair. Denki scrunches up his face before he remembers where his crush stays.  It's as if a light bulb lit up atop his upside down head. He jolts himself falling from the top bunk crashing into the empty beer bottle. They clink in protest but thankfully non break, just roll beneath the bottom bunk. 

"But there is a sorority of only four and we have four friends in our group!" 

Denki decides now is a good time to face time them. Kirishima answers first with a shout that he's gonna step outside, the roaring party and flashing lights die behind the shutting door while Bakugou is illuminated by the light of his screen glaring into the camera while a meek looking girl hides. 

"This better be fucking good." Bakugou growls. 

After an hour and a half of screaming Denki finally convinces Bakugou that sharing a house with the three of them as opposed to a rando was a much better idea. Reminding him that he had done it for three years in highschool surely he could last two more. He agrees but refuses to help argue with the dean meanwhile Kirishima is GLOWING with excitement over the idea formulating with his sober mind the best way to handle the notorious harsh Dean. 

It takes petitions, several meetings and almost til the spring break to come down to this, the final meeting. Bakugou, who has attended every meeting and true to his word has said nothing. Denki nervous as a sinner in church, Sero who's sweating bullets and Kirishima all sit in the room with the board, treasury and the Dean in a final meeting of sorts. 

Kirishima gulps and before he can explain the benefits the frat will have to offer the Dean stops him with a simple show of his hand. Taking a report from the secretary of treasury to look over, he just needed the monetary excuse to back up his favorite word. 

"No." He clears his throat, "Unfortunately funds are too low to be able to support another fraternity." The Dean leaves it at that not even bothering to offer they join something preexisting. 

Three of the four men accept defeat, mentally communicating that they did a good job trying. But the fourth man dreamed of his own room, of his own space to do as he pleased. And all without threat of being charged with murder. Although the fourth man would never admit that the reason he spoke up wasn't totally about the room, it was the look of defeat, anguish on his friends faces that had the room heating up a degree or two and smelling heavily of boiling sugar. 

"Oi, toupee." The hot head let's his seat fall back to all fours, fixing the Dean a withering look, "You said something about not enough money huh?" 

The Dean swallows thickly carefully thinking out his next sentence. 

"Why, Yes its…." Bakugou interrupts before the Dean can even finish his thought. 

"Pretty sure I'm the reason this campus is gonna be swarming with fucking no name extras next year." Katsuki's smile widens as his hand pops, "If you deny this request with the money I'm making you then I'll participate in the university sports festival with another college's across my fucking chest." 

The Dean visibly sweats, Bakugou really was a hard student to land. His brash attitude and unapologetic behavior was popular among the younger generation bringing with it an influx of applicants and donations. It hadn't even been 24 hours since his announcement did it crash the admin and donation site. He panics, not even sure if there is any real estate available on or around campus in order for him to legally allow this fraternity to flourish. As if reading his mind the secretary of grounds offers him a file, an old run down home within a decent walking distance of the main campus. The Dean exhales the breath he didn't realize he was holding. 

"Let's not act so rash. It has just come to my attention that we have some extra funding to be able to purchase a place for you all…" He looks over the file, he hopes this is enough to placate the hot head, "But it will need some old fashioned sweat equity, if we can secure it. The town has been kind enough to offer us first dibs to real estate within a certain radius of campus and if they like our offer you hardworking men will have your 'Alpha Kappa Wholesome home." 

"They better like your offer." Is all Bakugou says before standing, "We get the keys in a month, got it?"

He doesn't give the Dean time to rebuttal, he just leaves while the other shocked three follow suit. It isn't until they are in the courtyard does their excitement hit them all at once.

"HOLY SHIT BAKUBRO ALWAYS COMING IN ON THE FUCKING KLUTCH!" Denki shouts, tackling Bakugou into a hug, Sero and then Kirishima wrap their arms around the yelling hot head who threatens to blow them up. 

"I owe you a fucking drink!" Kirishima shouts lifting the group and twirling them  

"OI OI OI SHITTY HAIR PUT ME DOWN!" 

After that promised drink and a month of waiting the four musketeers stand before their new home. The house is trashed, easily a short sale of a foreclosure as the rent went higher but their wages stayed low. The amount of work to make this place semi decent was going to be astronomical at best. 

Bakugou is thoroughly unimpressed, scoffing as Denki runs up the porch. The vision is clear in the electric blonde's head. The massive porch is clean, with a swing and some chairs, string lights hanging from the wooden ceiling while the half wrapped around, second story porch is draped in endless artificial star light cloaking the house in cozy warmth. 

Dneki opens the front door and plume of dust rushes out around him, the other two follow suit. Taking the steps two at a time as they rush into the house. Harsh garnet stares after them before glancing at their luggage. He decides to leave it all stepping inside. 

Their imaginations run rampant as they stand beneath the large archway to the main living room while Bakugou begins to second guess opening his mouth. That or getting more money from the Dean. Before displeasure can leave the hot head his friends turn to face him, their eyes shining and smiles stretched wide, wide enough it begins to hurt Bakugou's own cheeks. They encourage him to step into the home more, telling him what will go where. For a moment his smile is soft, tender as he looks at these three idiots seeing the bright side of everything before he steels back into his normal self.

"Oi! Quick acting all googly eyed. We've got a lot of work to do and a lot of fucking money to raise." 

The four friends spend majority of their spring term picking rooms and doing basic cleaning. Bringing only one of the two full bathrooms up to par, trying their best to keep up with the old big house. Even after all of them picked their rooms there were still three bedrooms and a den with a door left. They brain stormed adding recruits but Bakugou shot the idea down despite Sero being elected the president of the frat. 

Spring boils into summer, bringing with it the promise of cold hard cash. Bake sales and lunch deals thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills brought in a large amount of income, so did the odd jobs Kirishima, Denki, and Sero found themselves doing. Still they find themselves short.

"Shirtless carwash!" Denki announces earning a glare from Bakugou. Kirishima pipes up before the idea is blasted sky high. 

"Think of the money man. The community around here is soccer mom's and freshly graduated college kids and I don't know about yall but when I go for a run or hit up the corner store after a good run I'm being stared at." 

"That's a valid point Bakugou. I've seen how they flock to you for baked goods, they've been staring at your arms and eyes man." Sero adds voting yes to the idea making it three to one. 

Just as Kirishima said, woman and even some men, flock to the area for a car wash. Some even coming back twice in one day! The cash flow is good but still a bit lacking. Denki wipes the sweat from his brow as he wonders how they will get enough to be able to get decent light fixtures and a working fridge in the dorm. Let alone anything aside from a blown up mattress and folding chairs in the living room. He scrolls through his social media on his break and comes across the miracle he has been asking for. 

A lovely summer picture of four women in bikinis, three of them his housemates have lived with before. Mina Ashido, Jiro Kyoka,  Ochako Uraraka, and then there is the new woman, you.

But what makes the picture that much sweeter isn't even the content itself, no it's that gorgeous caption just beneath it. 

"BASIC BITCH CAR WASH! Help us raise money for an apartment so our sorority doesn't get disbanded!" 

An idea formulates in the electric blondes head so quickly he thinks sparks fly from his ears. A dangerous smile forms on Denki Kaminari's lips. 

[exodusmc]

Wolf and its sheep

Genre: smut, werewolf au, slight enemies to lovers 

Words: 2273

Paring: Werewolf Hoseok x witch reader

Warning!:Mentions of alcohol, blood(not grafic), fingering, pet names, slight degrading, biting, rough, unprotected sex(use protection), making out, doggy, breeding kink, knot

a/n: Would anyone want a smut series with different monsters for halloween?? Btw hope you have a great day :)

Gif is not mine 

“What the hell?!”staring at the mope of dark hair, filled with bad neon streaks, you hissed.

The boy only smirked, eyes trailing down your wet shirt. He spilled his drink on you and had the audacity to laugh. This is why you hated werewolves, especially the one named Hoseok. He had been the bane of your existence ever since you got to know him, that first day in highschool. Being a witch, you weren’t loved by everyone but oh god, you wished to not be the lamb to the wolf.

“Sorry sorry, didn’t see you witchy..”his looped sided smirk sent anger boling in your blood and if you could, you’d curse him right then and there, force him to turn into a chihuahua every full moon instead.

“Yeah right..”you wanted to scream mut at him but his pack was lurking around to your right, snickering like they always did. Fuck this guy and his friends, you hated them all.”I hope you can see further than your thick skull next time..”

Pushing past him, you purposely hit his shoulder, glaring daggers into his golden eyes. You knew from the beginning that you shouldn’t have come to the party but of course had Mina convinced you, even when you pointed out the extent of werewolves which would come. 

-

Two weeks later you were sitting in the library, reading some text about the half moon, when the chair in front of you was pulled out. Lifting your eyes, you instantly frowned at the brown hair with just a stubborn neon green strand left.

“What do you want?”poison laced your tone and Hoseok only laughed.

“Why? Can’t I just visit my favorite witch?”you had seen him smile before, something which seemed to soften his face, but every time he looked at you, would it only be a shit eating grin. 

“No.”

“Oh come onnn!”he whined softly, leaning towards you from his chair. You could see the bubbling mischief in his eyes, the dread  of what was to come making you swallow.”We are having a party on Friday and I want you to come. You’re free right? Or are there some blood ritual you need to do under the full moon? Curse a poor child?”

Frowning at him, you stood up from the wood chair, the friend keeping your aching legs company. Hoseok watched with amusement, lips partying to speak again but you left before he could take a breath, thinking about cursing him under the full moon. 

-

“Why won’t you gooo?!”Mina’s voice rang in your head, her sentence just an hour old. 

She went to the party, she was drunk, she had fun, but she wanted you to be there, she would never understand. Mina wasn’t a witch, only bearing fairy blood and not the kind which made you what you were. It also meant she didn’t experience the hate you received. Some blamed witches for turning humans into monsters but you didn’t believe that, no one could have that power. 

A knock on your door broke the spiraling late night thoughts you had, heavy eyes opening wide. 

Mina was the first name to cross your brain but she wouldn’t knock, probably scream instead. But if it wasn’t her, then who? The clock had just struck  11 pm and when you glanced out your window could you see the full moon in all its glory.

“Yes?”instantly was your whole apartment smelling like alcohol and something sweet.”Why are you here?  I thought I already told you no..”

Hoseok actually smiled sheepishly towards you, cheeks a little rosy, pupils slightly blown. His hair was wild, like he ran here, and his clothes were covered in some sort of paint. You were pretty sure he was drunk but you had read about werewolves getting the same effect from the full moon.

“I know but I’m here anyway..”his voice was lower than usual, pupils almost taking over his irises. It didn’t sit right with you, a feeling of dread spreading through your stomach. He would never do anything, at least you thought so…”And Mina said it was a good idea to visit.”

Why would she say that?

“I don’t believe she did that..”Hoseok frowned, leaning forward into your personal space. 

Heat radiated from him, reaching for your exposed skin. You swallowed too hard, heart picking up speed and if Hoseok would have had ears, they would have flickered towards you. He heard it, no doubt, but you could still keep your mask. Can’t he just leave?And maybe stop making your heart rush at lightning speed…

“But she did and I think you aren’t as mad as you try to be..”he was fast, like every other werewolf, soon standing inside your apartment, back against your gaping form.”I think you can’t hide anymore..”

Turning around, the door closed and you were pressed up against it. His normally brown eyes glowed red and when he smirked were canines shining sharp. The moon fell over him, his breath mixed into yours. 

“Tell me Y/n…can you hide? Can my little sheep run?”you gaped at him, gaze rolling around his face, the confiance which painted every feature.

“H-Hoseok what are you doing?”you tried to sound mad but your voice came out breathless, a shiver crawling down your spine when he lifted a finger to stroke over your jaw.

“I’m claiming what’s mine…”leaning forward, his lips placed a wet kiss on your jugular, sucking ever so softly. You felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he moved up to your ear.”I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time baby…let me have a taste, yea?”

You were getting lost, eyes losing focus as his voice seemed to set you in a trance. This wasn’t the annoying Hoseok you knew, this was a predator catching his prey and you were it. 

“Tell me Y/n…can I have a taste?”he moved away, left you cold and aching, but Hoseok refused to touch you before you said yes, only glaring you down. 

“Y-yes..”his smile was wide but there was nothing gentle about it, hands slowly creeping up your arms until they found hone right under your ear, thumbs lifting your chin. 

Hoseok kissed you, hard, pressing you against the door until you thought it would break. He seemed rushed, lips moving fast like he starved for them, tongue messing with your own. There was no time to breathe, not as your hands moved up to his soft locks. You tugged on them, scraping his scalp, electing low grumbles from his chest. Hoseok was absorbed with the way you felt, fingers traveling to your pajama covered legs.

You suddenly remembered that you weren’t really prepared for this, wearing not so sexy underwear but at the same time…you didn’t really think Hoseok would come bursting through your door and start making out with you. 

“Jump..”his low growl made you break from the kiss, legs falling around his hips while his hands squeezed the flesh of your butt. He smirked, licking swollen lips. Why was he suddenly so hot?”Such a good kitty, listening to everything I say..”

He moved across the room, letting you stare at his neck and peeking collarbones, the sweat forming on his hairline, but you didn’t get to kiss him. Hoseok was determined to make you want him as much as he wanted you.

“You’re my pretty girl, right?”your back dropped onto the not so glamorous bedding you slept on, Hoseok between your thighs and eyes still glowing. He was fighting the wolf but it would be worth all the time it would take. The possessiveness in his voice gave you  butterflies when it probably shouldn’t, heat spreading to your cheeks. His fingers snaked down to your nape, grabbing the hair so you had to arch your back. A breathy moan escaped you when you felt his teeth against the front of your neck, a growl coming deep from his chest when he spoke again.”You’re mine..”

Somewhere in your head, you knew he would mark you but the lust had taken over, left you a mess of his hands, his breath, his mouth. Hoseok could smell you like never before, mouth nipping at the flesh of your no exposed shoulder. He was losing patience and tore the t-shirt you had on, smirking like a devil, like a wolf, at your perky nipples. 

Dragging his fingernail down the valley between your breasts, eyes on you,  Hoseok smirked. The strong willed witch whom he played around with, whom he annoyed, was falling apart under his hands. 

“Here…”he whispered in your ear, hand resting on your stomach.”Here will my puppies be…”

Goosebumps scattered around your body, breath picking up as his fingers slid further down. You were warm and dripping, feeling so small under his moon lit figure, but it felt good, it felt like you could melt from your bones if he touched you. 

“You’ll be a good girl and take them, right?”his breath fanned down your neck, heavy and hot. Hoseok was staring at the skin over your collarbone, staring at the untouched flesh where his mark should be.”You’ll take them all..”

You had been so distracted by his mumbles, by his nipping at your earlobe, you hadn’t noticed his hand slipping into your bottoms. Not until his finger dragged across your pussy, collecting the pooling wetness.

Hoseok felt it, he smelled it. It was intoxicating to say the least, the way you screamed for him without using your words. The simple curle of his fingers in you managed to get the real sounds out of you. 

You gasped out a moan and saw stars the more he coaxed your orgasmn to come closer. A squealing sound left your pussy, something you didn’t have time to be embarrassed by, but it made him hard in his pants, the wolf in him howling. 

Leaving you on the edge of pleasure, Hoseok ripped your pajama pants in two, forcefully parthing you slightly trembling thighs. His mouth watered at the sight you were, teeth growing sharper as his nails pierced your skin. It made you exhale loudly, back arching just a little. He smiled at the way your body was so ready for his cock, his knot to sit deep inside of your pathetic pussy. 

“Oh can’t my little kitten wait? Does she want my cock and puppies so bad??” the moon made him crazy, eyes gleaming red like the blood dripping down the inside of your thighs.”Look at you…leaking all over your bed like a little slut.”

He growled, made your lower stomach combust in need. You whined at his teasing, at the way he so painfully dragged out time. The fact that you could be full now but weren’t made you annoyed. However, Hoseok flipped you around and before you could protest again, did you feel the head of his cock dragging between you swollen folds. He hissed himself and let go of all the control, letting out a final exhale before he bottomed out in you. You could feel him so deep, almost kissing your cervix, but it felt good, it felt amazing. All the anger you fely for him was gone, replaced by your high moans as he moved in and out, replaced with searing hotness. Hoseok could see wetness shining on your thighs, mixing slightly with the blood. It made his wolf growl mine. You were his and nobody else’s, his to hold, his to destroy. 

Your arms were shaking so bad you could hold yourself up, chest falling down onto the sheets. Somewhere along the line had Hoseok ripped his own clothes off, dragging his hands up your sides until they found your neck and hair. He forced you to sit up while keeping his speed up, cock pistoning in and out of your poor pussy, making you feel so good. 

“G-good girl…taking me so well..”he groaned by your ear, squeezing lightly around your neck while you bounced up and down. You were reaching the end, eyes blurring and back arching borderline painfully.”You want it, right? Want all my cum..”

Hoseok was close as well, mouth kissing featherlight on your shoulder, prepping the place where he would bite. He could feel your walls give a final squeez, milking him for everything he got. His teeth pierced your skin and you screamed,  pain and pleasure becoming a big mess of emotions. Hoseok came as well, arms holding you up, resting over your chest. Cum pumped into you, so much so a little bump formed over your lower stomach. 

You weren’t completely there when his knot grew, keeping the cum in your quivering pussy, but Hoseok was. His body fell onto your bed, trying to hold you up until you laid on the messed up sheets. He was breathing hard, watching your chest rise and fall, staring at the wound on your shoulder. You were his now but he was yours as well. 

Hoseok really didn’t think this through because if you rejected him…it would hurt worse than hell for him but you would be fine. He really fucked up..however, at the same time was he happy to finally have you. The wolf was done with pretending and playing, he just wanted to have the one the moon choose for him. 

Tomorrow, he thought as he covered you and himself, tomorrow will he care but tonight are you his and he is yours.

[thesilencebeforeastorm]

Vulnerable - Levi x Reader

A/n: God I love this fic, I hope you guys love it too. Modern!AU

~

"Hey, Levi you wanna watch an action movie!?", Y/n called out to Levi from the living room. Friday's was their movie nights, a perfect way to wind down from the crazy workload that was thrown at them during the week. 

"Yeah sure, put whatever" he called back out from the room, finishing up changing into his pjs after his shower. 

"Okay, I'll get the snacks!", she replied as she headed to the kitchen to grab chips and drinks. 

After they were both done with their tasks, they finally settled on the couch to watch the film.

The movie wasn't half bad. Levi didn't particularly take up a huge interest in action movies but he didn't hate them either. He didn't really mind whatever movie Y/n put on, just as long as they were together. Things were going pretty well until a flashy scene came on. Y/n noticed from the corner of her eyes that Levi kept blinking while watching the scene. 

"Hey you okay?", she asked. "Flashing lights too much for you?"

"I'll be fine" he said.

"I do admit it's a little hard on the eyes but it'll be over soon, don't worry".

"Yea".

A few minutes had passed before the movie was over. 

"Ah that was some movie, am I right? I'll go put the bowls in the kitchen", Y/n exclaimed before she got up to put them away. As she turned back to head over to Levi, she noticed something was wrong. 

"Hey Levi, you okay?"

Levi was standing up, blinking multiple times as if he was confused and touching his forehead. He wasn't all that responsive to her question either.

"Huh?" he asked her. She noticed he began breathing at a fast pace as well as if he had anxiety. Her cheerful demeanor had gone to one of concern.

"Talk to me Levi, what's wrong?". She rushed over to his side, placing her hand on his face for her to look at him. The fast paced breathing wouldn't stop. Suddenly, things took a turn for the worst as his eyes rolled back and he started convulsing right in front of her.

"LEVI!" Y/n yelled out in a panic before catching him in her arms as he fell forward. Had she had not been there, she was sure he would hit his head on the floor. 

Y/n was shocked at the sudden turn of events since she had no idea Levi had epilepsy. Not once did he ever bring that up to her. She didn't know whether to call an ambulance or not but her phone wasn't nearby anyways. Luckily she knew a thing or two about seizures and placed him on his side and held her hands under his head so that he wouldn't hit his head on the floor. 

Her breathing was becoming faster with each passing second, not knowing how long this would last. Levi looked like he was struggling, his arms and legs jerking harshly, his eyebrows furrowed and saliva foaming at his mouth. She had made sure his limbs weren't hitting anything, in risk of him hurting himself. Tears flowed from her eyes seeing her lover like this. What she would give to take away his pain and for him to be better. She feared for his safety. She feared for the possibility of him having an attack while she wasn't around. Dammit why didn't he tell me about this?? She thought to herself.

After what seemed like forever, Levi finally stopped convulsing. His breathing slowed but still shaky and his eyes were facing in front of him, though she didn't know if he was out of danger yet.

"Levi, baby are you okay? Talk to me please, say something". Y/n shakingly brushed some strands of hair out of his face, sweat dripping from his forehead. He didn't say a word, still trying to relax from his episode. All he could do was look up at her, which gave her some relief that he could at least respond that way. She gave him all the time he needed to recover.

A minute had gone by before Levi moved in an attempt to sit up. His hands touched his mouth, taking note of the excess saliva that formed while he was seizing.

"Hold on, I'll grab some wipes, please don't move" Y/n said as she dashed quickly to the bathroom. Coming back with the wipes, Levi's eyes were closed, his forearm pressed to the floor, sitting up halfway. Y/n grabbed the wipes and wiped his mouth, though she couldn't stop shaking. When she was done, Levi dropped his head against her chest, breathing slowly and steady. No longer being able to hold it together, Y/n sobbed as she held him close.

Other than the room being filled with the sound of her sobs, she finally calmed down when she heard his voice.

"Don't cry", he said softly. "I'm ok".

"Levi!" she called out as he moved back from her chest to get a good look at her. She cupped his face. 

"You sure you're okay?? You're good??" Her expression was full of concern, wanting to know that he was 100% okay.

He sat up properly and leaned back against the arm rest of the couch. "I'll be fine".

No longer a sobbing mess, she could ask him properly what had happened. 

"The hell happened Levi?? Why didn't you tell me you get seizures?" 

He sighed. He didn't think he would ever have an episode in front of her and scare her like that but he had no idea the film would have a flashy scene. He was usually cautious about triggers but this one caught him off guard. 

"I didn't want to worry you".

That was the wrong answer.

"Worry me?? You scared me to death! I thought you were gonna die, I didn't even have my phone nearby to call for help! What were you thinking!?"

Levi was taken aback by her outburst. They've had little petty arguments in the past but never has she yelled at him. He knew that she wasn't yelling at him out of complete anger but out of fear as well. 

"I didn't want to seem weak".

Now it was Y/n who was taken aback by the ridiculous comment.

"Seizures are not a weakness Levi, that's ridiculous. You can't be afraid to show me your vulnerabilities. I can help you when you need it, not everything you need to face on your own." 

He remained quiet, not knowing what to say but also feeling weak at the same time. Physically and mentally. 

"This is all my fault… that stupid movie. I should have known something was wrong when those lights came on and you kept blinking…" Y/n looked down as she was ready to cry again.

"Hey, don't blame yourself for that, that wasn't your fault", Levi replied, lifting her chin up with his hand. "I didn't know that was gonna show up either".

Y/n grabbed his hand gently and kissed the inside of this palm before leaning against it. 

"Please don't hide something like that from me ever again… I.. I don't ever wanna see you like that again, if it can be avoided."

Levi brushed his thumb against the side of her cheek. "I won't.. and I'm sorry".

From that day forward, Y/n made sure he always took his meds and avoided any triggers if possible. She for sure discarded that movie as well...

~

Tagging: @humanitys-hottestsoldier @paopufruittt @final-fantasy-xv-nut

Masterlist

[bl--ankhaeji]

The Get Together (Jeno)

Pairing - Non-idol*Lee Jeno x FemaleBlack*Reader, College au

Genre - smut, fluff

Warning - sexual content, enemies to lovers, slight praisekink, pretty explicit language

W.count - 5.4k

Sneak peek-“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths.

 “Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly

 “Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Lee Jeno, the most infuriating, egotistic, frown-inducing asshole was here, and it had me questioning why the fuck I was also in attendance. Let me start from the beginning. I was just a girl suckered into coming to a get together between my group of friends, the starting girls volleyball team, and his group of friends, the starting boys basketball team. This had already been planned for a while now, and because we were busy with preparing for the semi-finals it had been postponed for a month and ever since the beginning I knew I didn’t want to go just because of him. 

“Come onn y/n, pleasseee just for me this one time pleassee. I know you and Jeno have this unadulterated hatred against each other but I want to hang out with them because they seem like cool people.” My best friend and blocker, Joy, stated whilst violently shaking me. 

“No Joy, I’ve already made up my mind, I will not go and that’s final,” I rolled my eyes. “Also don’t act like you want to go to hang out with everyone, we all know you just want to get closer to Chenle, you’re not fooling anyone.” 

“Yea Joy, we all know you have a crush on him, so I agree with y/n on this one.” At that Joy became flustered whilst fixing a pout on her face. 

“Buttt y/n I also agree with Joy, I really want to go, and while you do hate Jeno you don’t hate us so do this for us please.” Chungha, the decoy, stated while tightening her ponytail. 

“Yea Cap. we’ve been working our asses off this entire season and I’m almost failing AP Chem. I need a break.” Our libero Hwasa commented.

The other wing spiker Mei strolled into the room “You guys it’s almost time coach is about to call us so can we decide this now?”

“Why don’t we make a bet.” The setter, Luci, calmly stated. Making sure everyone was paying attention she stated, “If y/n can score fifteen points this game then she doesn’t have to go, but if she doesn’t make the points then she has to attend. How does that sound?”

Everyone looked towards me to get the answer. “Fine. I’ll do it, but when I score a whole round don’t say anything. Come on ladies it’s showtime.”

“I shouldn’t have promised shit.” I grumbled when I found out I missed the mark by one point. All the other girls were screaming from enjoyment while I was beginning to sulk once I truly realized what I had gotten myself into. 

“Come on it’ll be fun I promise. You don’t even have to pay attention to Jeno, I'll be right there, we all will.” Joy expressed.

“Ok but when is the trip to hell?” I questioned already mentally putting together my outfit

“It’s next Friday. Ahhh I can’t wait, I'm so excited.” Chungha practically bounced on her feet. While I figured that it might not be that bad.

~

“I swear on my life that I will murder Jeno.” I exclaim while I forcefully throw my bag on the couch next to a startled Joy.

 “What did he do now?”  

“Ok so this morning had gone particularly well, I woke up early enough to do a bantu crown and fix my curls and not just wear a messy bun to class. I felt so good that I even decided to dress up for class.”, I say as I gesture to my outfit which consisted of a cropped hoodie with a tommy hilfiger sports bra and semi baggy pants with my tommy underwear band showing.

 “I was even able to stop for coffee and a cream cheese and ham bagel, I also sat down and talked to Jaemin and tried to express my concern for the coffee of the dead he was drinking at the time. That good mood went to shit when I got to my political science elective with Jeno.” I explained to Joy as what happened came rushing back to me. 

It was my second to last class and I was still thriving until he came in with his latest fangirl at his feet trailing behind him. The girl was desperately trying to get him to go out with him, he looked like he would do just about anything to get her to go away, and my dumbass made the mistake of snickering. He turned to me with a hard glare that would make anyone piss their pants and all of a sudden his eyes lit up like he had just figured out the key to life and not gonna lie that freaked me out. Before I could turn away he rushed over and dragged me out of my seat.

“I don’t want to go out with you because I’m already dating her.”

I whipped my head so fast that I’m surprised I didn’t break my neck. “What the hell you talkin’ bout willis?”

“There’s no way you’re going out with her for one and for two she doesn’t even know your name babe like who the fuck is willis.”

“Woah lady excuse me-”

“What the fuck you mean by I wouldn’t go out with her?” Jeno fumed, “I’d rather go out with her than your basic ass. Get the fuck away from me, now.” 

I stood there dumbfounded because I had never seen Jeno look so mad in my life, and I should know since I make him angry a lot, but before I could finish my thoughts Jeno did something that I would never imagine he’d do in my life. 

HE KISSED ME. 

All I felt were his soft lips against mine. His lips felt slightly cool yet so smooth. I found myself kissing him back slowly, losing myself(but I didn’t tell them that)-

“Woah he did WHAT!”

 “He kissed you, are you serious?” Joy and now Chungha, who had just made it back from work, exclaimed at the same time. 

“Yes he kissed me, but that’s not all.” I said while trying to get back to the story. 

He broke away and fixed his eyes on the girl in front of us, and he said something I couldn't comprehend and the next thing I know I feel something cold being poured on me and something plop on my hair.

“The bitch had poured her fucking drink and squeezed out her cupcake on my head.” I told them.   

I turn to Jeno with the fiercest look I could possibly mutter. “Do you realize how much I want to kill you right now?”, I all but yelled in his face, I wanted to say more but the teacher walked into class.  

“UGHHHH I promise if I didn’t love you guys I would so bail on this stupid get together.”

Chungha suggests having a movie night with all of the girls as a way to apologize. “Fine but since I have to wash my hair now you guys have to buy my products for me when I run out next time.” I point at both of them while staring into both of their eyes. 

“Deal.” They both agree.

~

Tonight is the night of the get together and even though I don’t want to go I’m gonna look good while regretting my life choices. I pin my hair to the side since I feel like that would go best with the vibe I have going on, then putting on my leather jacket that completes my outfit of a rose embroidered slightly cropped shirt and high waisted red elastic overalls with the belts hanging down, I start to head out of my room to meet up with Chungha and Joy in the living room.

“Ok are y’all ready so we can head out, I’m trying to get in and get out so that I can get this night over with.” I tell them as I pass both of their rooms, getting ready to walk out of the apartment. They both walk out looking fine as hell, and we all take a second to survey each other. Then Joy’s phone pings, “The girls said they’ll meet us at the boy’s place.”

“Ok someone get me directions. AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT.” 

~

Since we’re caught up now let's continue shall we?

 “Great so now that everyone is here, let's begin.” Donghyuck or as he’s better known on campus as, Haechan said seemingly being in charge of everything. To anyone else it would’ve seemed boring garnering that there were no drugs and alcohol because we were all athletes and were currently in season and there was no loud music to make your ears bleed, but it was enough for us. Not to lie it was actually quite fun as long as I pretended Jeno wasn’t there. I even saw Joy and Chenle cuddling in the corner of the couch.  

But after all of the karaoke and twister and card games had calmed down we were left in a calm silence, and I saw this as the perfect chance to try and leave. 

“So tonight was fun but I think I’m just gonn-”

“No, don’t leave yet, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Donghyuck smirked and started to walk to his room only to come back with a small box. “Anyone up for truth or dare?”

“Come on Hyuck really, how old do you think we are?” Renjun stated while looking up from his phone at Donghyuck.

He smirked evilly, “Oh no my son this isn’t regular truth or dare. See this has a catch and you’ll see once everyone agrees to play.” He states while daring everyone to say yes. A chorus of various forms of agreement are heard throughout the room. Donghyuck takes a seat while telling us all to get in a circle and he places a bottle in the middle. 

“You see these.”, he proceeds to shake the box in his hands, “These are dirty dice and if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare then you have to roll them, and whoever gave you the question has to do what the dice say to you.” 

“Haechan what the fuck-”

“Oh come on Luci, if you want I could give you a dare right now and we could demonstrate how this is supposed to go?” He offers cunningly with a smirk. Everyone knows they used to hook up for a while back but for some reason they never got together, but the tension between them was almost palpable. 

“Ok I’m down.”

“Let’s do it.” Jaemin and Mei both agreed and glanced at each other. 

Hwasa offered to spin the bottle first and it landed on Chenle. 

“Truth or Dare?”

~    

Everyone has had a go at the bottle, and currently Jeno, Jaemin, and Mark are shirtless all for different reasons. Chenle and Luci have hickey’s up and down their necks(not from each other), everyone knows that Mei likes rough yet passionate sex, and Hwasa has had her boobs caressed by Mark. Also that if I was a boy and had to fuck one of the girls I’d fuck Chungha and Joy, and they both have had to kiss each other while Chungha was sitting on Renjun’s lap, so it’s safe to say that everybody is under immense amounts of sexual frustration. Donghyuck was currently in the process of completing his punishment.

“Ok Hyuck since you didn’t want to answer your truth then you have to let Luci lick whip cream off of your nipples because I’m sure as hell not about to.” Jeno says with a smirk and a nod in Luci’s direction. You could see the immense blush on both of their faces. 

“Uh-h-uhh” Luci stuttered.

“Just do it, I'm fine with it.” Donghyuck states with care and understanding in his voice while he sat beside Luci.

She hesitantly leaned toward him and slowly laid him down. She leaned over him and slightly let her tongue venture outside of her mouth and to the sweet white cream on his chest. The first couple of licks were sort of kitten licks due to the tension and the anxiousness in the room. Soon she made it past the whipped cream down to his nipple and she began to lick the access off and Donghyuck’s moans started to gradually increase in volume, until that was all that you could hear. His sweet whiny moans gave Luci confidence and let her know that she was doing a good job. And by the time she started to kiss her way over to the other nipple Donghyuck was whimpering and withering on the ground and you could see his boner start to form. The temperature in the room had increased exponentially by the time she had gotten done.

Mark cleared his throat, “Uhh Haechan do you uhm wanna go handle, that.” He said while gesturing to his boner currently poking through his pants, but he was too busy staring at Luci to listen to a word Mark was saying. Hyuck then stood up and grabbed Luci’s hand, “Come with me.” Him and Luci marched all the way back to his room where he slammed the door and all you could hear was our breathing. 

“Well that just happened so I think it's time- Woah what the fuck?” Chungha stopped talking and that made everyone pay attention to where she was looking only to see Joy and Chenle making out on the couch. Vigorously. Then soft grunts and moans were heard from Jaemin and Mei. ‘When the fuck did that happen?’ I think to myself. 

“Ok since all of you are some horny children I’m about to take my ass to Mark’s room goodnight.” Hwasa stated while she stood up and walked to Mark’s room, but what she didn’t know was that I saw her wink at Mark to which he claimed to have to ‘use the bathroom.’ 

So here I was stuck in the middle of sex crazed lunatics sexually frustrated as fuck with no one to do anything with, oh and did I mention I was stuck with Jeno.

“Fuck this I’m just about to head out, they can text me in the morning when they need to be picked up.”, I stated while getting my keys about to walk out the door, “I hope they use protection.” 

“Hey.” Jeno calls, “Let me go to your apartment.”

“What the fuck, no why can’t you stay here?”

“Because I won’t be able to get any sleep with all of this,” he gestures around the house, “going on.”

“Not my problem, bye.”

“Come on please.” He begs in aegyo.

“Ahhh stop stop now don’t do that bullshit again. Fine you can come just don’t ever do that I almost threw up.” I yell while grimacing.

“Thanks y/n you’re so kind.” He smiles with his eye smile.

Getting in the car and buckling my seatbelt I turn toward him and say, “Ok when we get to the house you can sleep in either Chungha or Joy’s room idc but just don’t say anything to me ok.” He nods his head and clicks his seatbelt. The entire drive back I was trying to be discreet while I rub my legs together. No matter how much I play it off, what went down at their house greatly affected me and now it was affecting my underwear, and Jeno’s cologne was not helping at all because it smelt so damn good and manly. I just hope he didn’t notice, all I have to do when I get to the house is just hop in the shower and then I can handle myself. 

“Hey y/n.” Jeno said out of nowhere scaring me. 

“What I thought we agreed not to talk to each other.” I said keeping my eyes on the road, but I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head.

“When we get to the house do you want to continue the game?”

I almost swerve the car out of pure shock. ‘What the hell did he just ask me?’ And I don’t know if it’s because of the thrill of what he just offered or if it’s because I’m just that sexually frustrated and it’s making me delusional, but I pull up to the apartment building and once I park I look at him. 

“Why do you want to continue the game?” I questioned 

“I just want to, do you?” He looks at me with his eyes and what seems to be his heart on full display. 

“Fine.” I then get out of the car and walk toward the building and then proceed to walk up to the elevator. I notice Jeno is right beside me and we get in the elevator without a word and press the floor. We make it up to the apartment and I tell Jeno to turn around so that I can type in the password. Walking into the house feels as if I’m walking to my death and I get this feeling deep inside and it brings so much anxiety. 

“Ok lets continue.” I say to Jeno while I look at him.

“Truth or dare?” He questions while pulling the dice out of his pocket.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to masterbate right here right now.”

I think about it but then I just say ‘Fuck it.’ Pulling my pants down I nervously worm my hands down to my underwear and I immediately feel just how wet I am and that causes a moan to fly out of my mouth and I start to work myself up. 

Rubbing my finger around my clit I feel that little tingle that comes from it and it is enlivening. I feel myself get wetter over time and then the moans start to bubble up until they are uncontrollable.

 I feel like something is burning into and I realize that I got so into it that I forgot that Jeno was watching me do this to myself. I didn’t know I was this horny but I was too far gone. I had already started and I wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon. 

“Ahh f-fuck, Jeno mm truth or dare?”

“...Truth.”

I take my hand deeper into my underwear and stick a finger inside. The penetration although not much made my moans come out even louder and I wanted more, so I asked the unthinkable, “J-jeno do you want to f-fuckk me.” It was like I had set off a bomb that released him from his cage because the next thing I know he was all over me. 

“Fuck kitten it’s about time you asked.”

“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths. 

“Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly 

“Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

He started to take off the rest of my clothes while kissing my neck until he found my sweet spot. “Ah yes r-right there please.”

He grabs the hand that was in my underwear and holds it up. 

“Damn kitten you’re soaked. Is this for me?” He states while staring me in my eyes.

“No.”

“Aw that’s too bad because maybe if it was you would’ve gotten a prize.” He says working his way down my neck to my breasts. He starts to slowly rotate them while putting gentle kisses around the nipple. 

“Hmmg stop teasing you asshole.”

“Baby, I don’t really think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” He says while holding up his hand after running it up my slit. 

“Mmm like you have any room to talk.” I say while motioning to his clear erection. Deciding I’ve had enough of his shit I flip us around so that I’m on top. I look at his shocked face and say “You were taking too long for me.” 

I start to palm his dick over his pants while my other hand works on unbuttoning them.

“Shit that feels so good.” He says while slowly rotating his hips. 

I take my hands and push his pants and his underwear down at the same time, and when his penis pops up to slap his stomach which I then notice is bare my mouth slightly waters. I haven’t had sex in a long time because I’ve been too invested in college and volleyball, so to say that I would kill for some dick right now wouldn’t be too far off. 

I slip his dick in my mouth and start to give him possibly the best head of his life. If his high pitched yelps of my name say anything. 

“Ah-uh-h s-s-shit right there FUCK yes, suck that dick baby.”

I take my tongue and slowly caress his dick in my mouth from as far as I can reach to the very tip and I tease his slit. What my mouth can’t reach, I massage with my hands. Then I destroy his life by taking him all the way into my mouth bottoming out on his dick. 

I feel Jeno clutch my hair and tense up trying not to thrust into my mouth. 

“Y-you must be so hungry for my cock kit-kitten, you’re doing so well baby.” He says while rubbing my head 

I feel my spit building up in my mouth so I back off a little and swallow while still around his cock and he almost has an aneurysm. He immediately takes me from around his mouth. 

“Stop, if you had kept going I would’ve cum and I never cum that quick baby.” he says gingerly patting my head while looking into my eyes and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Look at you kitten, you look so innocent, but with a mouth like that you’re anything but.”

I don’t know what it was whether it be his praises that sent shivers down my back or was it the way he was looking at me, but at that second I felt as if I was seeing him in a new light and it slightly scared me because I’ve never seen him in any other way than with hatred. 

He looked so beautiful with his freshly flushed face and his moans that still rung in my ears and the taste of his pre-cum still on my tongue. It was then that my mind decided to remind me of our kiss shared earlier this week and for the first time since it happened I didn’t get heated in anger but in somethin-.

 NO what the fuck am I thinking, I hate him and I’m pretty sure he isn’t feeling like this now just from some head. 

Y/n calm the fuck down. I look away from him as quickly as I possibly can and clear my throat, “Uh yea so can we just like move along please?”

I think he senses my change in moods but he doesn’t say anything. “Ok cool we can totally do that kit-”

 “Oh and can you also stop with the pet names.” He looked slightly hurt but agreed nonetheless. 

“Let's move this to the bedroom ba-y/n.” 

I can tell that what I’ve said has slightly ruined the mood but that won’t stop me, so as soon as we enter my room I push him onto the bed after I grab a condom from a shoe box under my bed.

 “I want to be on top.” I say while straddling him and rolling the condom onto him, and he agrees while stating that it’s whatever I want. I take his dick and rub my wet folds against his dick slowly grinding on it past my soaked hole but not yet putting it in and you can tell it’s pure torture for him. 

“Come on y/n stop teasing.”, and he slightly thrusts up as a warning.

“Mmh nope I don’t think I want to do that, this feels pretty ahh nice.” You could see the anger and irritation in his eyes. The next time you rub near your hole Jeno sits up and grabs your hips forcefully and slams you down on him basically impaling you. 

The whimper/scream that was forced out sounded downright inhumane in the most wanton way. You looked utterly fucked out right then and there and he hadn’t even moved yet. 

He slowly moved your hips to gyrate on him in an act of trying to get you used to the stretch before he lifted you up and slammed you back down again. 

“OH fuck baby, mmh shit you feel heavenly.”, he groaned in your ear smaking your ass, “You had me so fuckin’ twisted thinking I was just about to sit here and let you tease me like that and not strike back. Now you ride this cock like a good little kitten or I’ll make you do it myself.” 

You whimpered and proceeded to grind yourself against his pelvis. His dick reached spots that had never even been tapped before. You felt him everywhere. The encouraging kisses that he laid on your breasts followed by some of the darkest hickies you’ve ever had. Suddenly Jeno delivered a thrust that made you hop up and he kept giving them back to back nonstop.

“Yea my kitten likes that huh, I own this hole baby. Tell me who it belongs to.” 

When I didn’t answer he decided to take matters into his own hands. Next thing I knew he had me face down ass up giving me just about all the power he could muster in his hips.

“I don’t know if you heard me but let me repeat myself and this is the only time but I said who does this belong to.” He stated.

‘You’ 

I didn’t reply. When he didn’t hear an answer he stopped. “No, no no no ugh fuckk don’t stop please don’t stop.” I plead while working my hips trying to get some sort of friction. 

“No, you don’t get shit.” He said while starting to get off of the bed. 

“Why do you want me to say that so badly? Why can’t we just fuck this one time with no strings and then go back to hating each other tomorrow?”

“Because y/n I like you ok, hell I would even say love. Look I don’t know when hate started to turn into like, but once it did it was too late to do anything about it so I just kept playing along with you because that’s the only way you would talk to me.”         

“...mmsdhjvuyhm.”

“What?” 

“Midnfbvud.”

“What y/n I can’t understand you, look if you don’t like me back I understand but don’t do this and just let me go sleep in another room tonig-”

“I SAID, it’s yours- I’m yours..” I said looking away flustered. He walked toward me and held my head up and with his beautiful eye smile said, “And I’m yours.” 

He kissed me and it was as if nothing had ever felt as right as this, his lips moulded to mine. He proceeded to lay me down whilst still kissing me softly yet passionately. 

“Damn kitten you don’t know what you do to me. Now where were we?”

He inserted his dick into me and I swear it felt even better than last time. We kept eye contact while he moved in me, albeit slower, but each thrust left me wanting more and more. Something about this felt different then when we first started. I don’t know what it was but as my hands wandered all over his body feeling his protruding muscles and I looked into his gentle eyes that leaked nothing but love and I felt as if we were one. 

Grunting, Jeno asked, “ Is this enough for you baby, do you like the way I make love to you.”

 “Yes oh my god yes. It feels so good, I-I feel you in every part of me.”

“Fuck don’t say that...because I won’t be able to hold back kitten.”

“Who..was asking you to?”

At that Jeno started to roughly pound into me. His thrusts were so strong that I felt the bed moving with us. 

“Ffuck see this is what you do to me, you make me want to destroy you.” He grabs my ass so roughly that I’m sure there will be marks tomorrow.

“J-jen ahh I’m a-abou to uhghh cum.” I say barely being able to get my words out. 

“I’m almost there too baby just wait a sec.” He mumbles into my neck. I start to feel his pants and I feel his hips stutter. Clenching onto his arms, trying not to dig my nails so deep that it draws blood I lock my legs around his waist and squeeze my walls to help him get there faster. 

“Cum with me Jeno I can’t hold it any longer.” 

Jeno looks into my eyes and rubs his hand against my cheek and says,“Ok my sweet kitten you can let it go.”

It was as if my body was on cloud 11 and I didn’t want to come down. A broken scream was released from my mouth and I tried reaching for the closest thing I could find, anything, everything. 

Jeno thrusts one last time while cumming into the condom. He stands up off of the bed and walks over to the trash in my bathroom and ties the condom before throwing it away. Walking back to the bed he sees me get up and almost fall so he rushes over to help me. 

“What are you doing standing up right now? What is it I’ll get it for you?” he urges. 

“Uhh I’m pretty sure you can’t help me pee Jeno.” I chuckle in amusement. 

“Oh ok well just make sure to be careful.” 

I finish doing my business and make my way back to the room to see Jeno flicking through Netflix and it’s then that I realize that I’m naked so I try and hide myself so he can’t see. 

“I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t matter that I see you naked now since we did just have sex, and I’ll be seeing a lot more of you now that you’re my girlfriend.” He smirks while still scrolling, “But if you’re uncomfortable with that then I understand.” 

I clear my throat and make my way out of the room. I come back in with his shirt on and see his getting ready to say something until he sees me and then he blushes. 

“W-why are you w-wearing my shirt?” He stutters, not looking at my way. 

“Because I can, can’t I? Also I don’t ever remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, I’m waiting.” I smugly look in his eyes, “Look who’s shy now.” I say climbing into bed next to him.

“I- uhh.” He scratches the back of his neck out of anxiety. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He smiles nervously 

“I don’t know Jeno, why should I?” I say in an attempt to scare him, He simpers and turns to hover over me, “Because I just gave you the best dick of your life that’s why.” 

I look at him incredulously, “Some one’s cocky. Are you sure about that statement?” 

“Do I need to recall you begging me not to stop. ‘oHhH jEnO PlEaSe DoNt sToP aHH AhH-’”, I start to smack his arm and push him off of me trying to hide my smile. 

“Shut UP I swear, see that’s why I’m not gonna be your girlfriend.”

“Noo baby I’m sorry ok, please do me the honor of dating me I promise not to mock you again.” He says trying to stop laughing and giving me puppy dog eyes. 

“Hmph, you act like you didn’t want this, do I need to recall you huh?” He hurriedly shakes his head. 

Jeno looks down sadly and asks,“Are you really not gonna date me now?” 

I have no choice but to swoon at how cute he was and I can’t help but to question his duality. “Oh my god you’re so cute, and of course I’ll date you.” I say holding his face up to look at me, and I peck his lips for added assurance.

 “Ok let’s watch a movie. I wanna cuddle, I'm tired.” I say as I snuggle into his chest.   

[zankivich]

Comfort: Werewolf! Shawn x Black OC Witch! AU

a/n: idk why I titled this comfort other than the fact that this just felt so warm to me. In fact I think I use just the word warm like a 100 times in this fic. It just felt right. This is my first OC and I love her with all of my heart so please be kind to her. She’s a little angsty, but she means well I promise. This was so fucking fun to write. I hope you like it. Thank you. k bye. 

WARNINGS: Slur usage (n word), sloooooow burn, she’s girth at 19k words, 

If you want to buy me a ko-fi you can do so here:  I also apparently have a permanent tag list now so let me know if you want that. 

There are some perks to being the alpha in town. The general respect from everyone he came in contact with. The support of his pack, and the whole getting to live with his best friends thing. Even the responsibility of protecting the town filled him with pride, even if it was a lot of work. Besides the perks though there were the caveats. There was the whole, random things popping out of the woods every other week to try and kill him. And then the being responsible for a pack of ten other werewolves in their early twenties who were for the most part, especially the guys of the pack, dumb as all hell. Lastly there were the witches.

Pickering’s history was rooted in something straight out of folklore. Centuries ago, the land used to belong to Shawn’s ancestors, but the witches had arrived and put a hex on the land. They would only remove the hex if they were allowed to stay. There had been whole wars between his kind and the witches until his great-great-great-grandfather had come into power. It was he who struck a treaty with the witches in order to prevent any more death. It didn’t mean that prejudice didn’t continue, and most of the town was extremely segregated. You were either a witch or a wolf, or a human and that determined just about everything for you.

Shawn had grown up with that history, so needless to say witches weren’t exactly his best friends in town. However, he also grew up knowing that his destiny was to one day lead the town. His dad raised him on compassion and leadership with the understanding that their town was a town for all, not just one. Even if it was difficult. Especially if it was difficult. His duty as the leader of the town, as the leader of the pack, was to keep the peace. This was certainly easier said than done, but he didn’t exactly have a choice.

That’s how he found himself on their side of town on a friday night, when he could have been at the bar with his friends, or at the gym, or literally doing anything else in the world. It was his responsibility to check in with their elder, a beautiful old black woman who hadn’t aged a day since Shawn had met her as a child except for her hair that turned a stark shade of silver white. She was the most powerful witch that he’d ever come across, and one of the only ones who he had gotten the chance to truly and genuinely know and respect.

He knocked politely on the door, shoes already in hand, because she had a thing about her floors. The door opened and instead of the very tiny woman with a cane he’d been expecting, a much younger woman stood in her place. She had brilliantly dark skin with even darker eyes to match. Her hair was nearly waist length locs with a part down the side that kept a few of them covering the side of her face. He had an innate yearning to move them out of the way so that he could see her better. Her cheekbones were high and prominent on her face and she wore makeup that made her skin almost shimmer in the setting sun. She was maybe the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“You are...not Edna.” He mumbled looking her up and down.

She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes so quickly it nearly gave him whiplash. His heart squeezed softly in his chest. Wow.

“That the kind of impeccable wit that the town leader is carting around?”

“And who might I ask are you?”

“Girl, stop playing and let that boy in the house!” Edna called from somewhere inside.

He grinned slightly at her stepping into the house and passing slowly around her as she refused to move from the doorway.

Edna was sat in her same chair she always sat in when he came over. It was in her room with all of the glass windows that allowed you to see her garden in the backyard. She sat there a lot, as she was now a little too old to go out every day and tend to it the way that she used to. When he was a kid simply attending his father’s meetings, she used to do something special where she would have him pick a flower that was nowhere near bloom. With a touch of her finger she could make the flower come to life in his tiny hand. He had thought it was the coolest thing ever at the time. She still had him pick flowers every now and again.

“Ms. Edna.” He smiled quickly joining her in the chair across from hers.

“Shawn.” She nodded handing lifting gently to point to the beautiful woman who opened the door for him. “Don’t mind her none. That’s my granddaughter, Athena.”

“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure.” He murmured.

“You haven’t. Her mother moved far away from here when she was younger than you are now. Couldn’t handle the way this town treated her. Stopped using magic, ignored her natural born talent.” Edna sighed much to the discomfort of Athena. “Athena here is my successor. That is why I’ve had you come over tonight.”

“Successor?”

“Why yes. Boy, I am old and tired. I can’t keep helping you every time something goes bump in the night. It’s time for me to let go. Athena will have all of my powers and more. She is meant to be the strongest witch this world has ever seen.”

He peered over at her in curiosity. She was leaning her shoulder against the wall, arms still crossed. She wore tattered up jeans and an old band tee. There was this incredibly adorable rose gold hoop ring in her nose. She was gorgeous for sure. But the most powerful witch? He just wasn’t seeing it.

“What can she even do though?”

Athena poked one of her fingers out from underneath her arm and flicked it toward the bookshelf just in time to send one flying towards his head. He rubbed soothingly at his own head where there was sure to be a bump and plopped the book down on the table.

“Wonderful, the next time the town is under attack I’ll be sure to call you so you can book them to death.” He snorted.

Edna and Athena shared a look, Edna shaking her head slowly at her. It wasn’t long before Athena was rolling her eyes and leaving the room with a huff. Shawn mentally added mind reading to her list of capabilities. Oh god, I hope she didn’t hear me call her beautiful.

“I’m sure you two will get along just wonderful.” Edna snorted.

He ran his fingers through his curls and tugged in frustration.

“I don’t think she’s gonna like me much. Are you sure she’s the one?”

“Oh boy, you have no idea.”

He left the meeting with a headache, a little annoyance, and an unfortunate visual of the way the sunset had hit her skin in his mind. Ugh.

***

A few weeks go by before he sees Athena again. It’s a Saturday night and most of the pack is littered around the bar, everyone nursing drinks and having a good time. He was in a really intense game of pool with Brian when the door to the bar opened and everyone sort of froze. It’s hard to describe what a witch smells like. There’s an earthiness to it with a hint of something metallic and something that was just off. Perhaps that's why he didn’t have nearly the reaction of everyone else in the bar, because Athena didn’t smell like that to him. She didn’t smell wrong.

The bar they were at was sort of known as the wolf bar. Some of the humans from town frequented as well, but certainly there had never been a witch in the bar before. Shawn had shared that Edna was training her successor to take over, but no one had met her yet. She was so new to town, and didn’t seem to get out much. She picked a hell of a night to start.

Athena was wearing a jumpsuit that night. It was multi-colored stripes of navy blue, white, and pink, a sharp departure from her ripped jeans. She’d traded her locs for beautiful, tight curls that fell all the way down to her chin. She seemed to get a little prettier every time he saw her. Especially when she was walking up to a bar full of werewolves completely unphased. The bartender that night was Eddy, who happened to have run the bar since his dad’s days. He was more traditional than Shawn liked, and might just be the type to give her trouble.

“Shawn where are you--”

“Hold on a second.” He huffed towards Brian as he headed for the bar.

“Excuse me, I’d like a whiskey on the rocks please?” Athena asked for what must have been at least the second time.

Eddy sneered. “We don’t serve your kind here ma’am.”

“What the entire fuck do you mean, ‘my kind’?!”

“Eddy!” Shawn called alpha mode completely taking over. “Make her a fucking drink, man. Now.”

Athena turned to look at him, her eyes practically sparkling and he almost forgot his own name. She looked absolutely dazzling when she was pissed, and boy was she fucking pissed. Eddy went to make the drink leaving them to just sort of stare at each other. He wasn’t really sure what the right thing was to say here. Yea, we usually don’t serve witches here, but stick with me and I’ll get you in! That sounded fucking terrible even to him.

He placed the drink in front of her and she turned a glare on him so fierce it looked like it should’ve turned him to dust where he stood.

“So, Eddy, is it just witches that aren’t allowed here, or do you frown upon us niggers to?”

Eddy’s face turned bright red at her words. As if to make matters worse she spit into the drink while making eye contact with him and then proceeded to knock it over onto the counter before standing up to leave.

“I’d be careful if I was you Eddy. Wouldn’t want me to get my gang o’ witches to make a soup out of you now would you?”

And then she was gone. And before the door had even closed he was stumbling after her. It wasn’t even conscious. He just needed to.

“Hey! Hey, I’m sorry okay? It’s not even like that. A witch has never even tried to enter that bar since its inception.”

“It’s not like that aye? Whether it’s because I’m black, or because I’m a witch, all you white boys are the same.”

He reaches for her arm and pulls her to a stop. There’s something about her anger towards him that hurts a little bit, makes him uncomfortable. He needs it to stop.

“I do not hate you because you’re a witch. And I don’t hate you because you’re black. I don’t hate you at all, okay? You’re just a little hard to get through to. You have to know that. I’m pretty sure you’re doing it on purpose.”

She tugs out of his grip and puts more distance between the two of them.

He sighed and tried again. “Can I give you a bit of advice? Maybe don’t go terrifying the locals, if you’re gonna take Edna’s place. They need to trust you.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about the locals of this place. I hate it here, and if I had any say at all I wouldn’t even be here.” She snorted. “Any other dazzling advice?”

“Why are you so incredibly angry, huh?”

She just snorted and turned her back on him, quickly heading the way that she came. It didn’t matter how beautiful she looked, or how fucking great her cheek bones were. Shawn had come to a new startling conclusion. Athen was absolutely gorgeous. And he couldn’t fucking stand her.

***

It’s Sunday dinner. Every week his mum made him come back to the house for her famous roast, and to catch up with the family. It had been her caveat to him moving in with the pack at eighteen. They’d kept the tradition up ever since. His dad had never been prouder than when Shawn became an alpha, and had loved nothing more than handing over the next generation of pack lineage to him. He had helped him through his own transition phase, had been there for him every step of the way. A part of him had been scared that his dad might resent him for presenting as alpha so early. When the next alpha presents themself, the current one loses some of their speciality. They begin to age again, lose the abudantant strength while still maintaining the average alpha strength. Eventually his father would stop shifting, and he would just get to live out his life his mum. Shawn would continue on as alpha, at the peak of his youth until he has kids, or until a new alpha arose.

“Smells great mum.” He greeted kissing the side of her cheek as he entered the kitchen. “Got anything for me to test?”

She snorted. “No. It’s hard enough feeding you two as it is. Go help dad set the table.”

She makes enough roast for a family double their size and it just might be enough to feed them. There are potatoes and green beans and rolls. The entire house smells just like it used to when he was a kid. Sometimes he misses it. Especially times like this when he’s frustrated with the pack.

“Edna brought over her granddaughter for tea last week.” His mum notes. “What a lovely young woman.”

He snorted into his potatoes. “That’s certainly one way to describe her.”

“Oh, you don’t like the town’s latest addition?” His dad asked.

“Maybe I would if she wasn’t the biggest asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Language Shawn Peter.”

He rolled his eyes. “She hates the town with a burning passion. I tried to be nice to her even, but it’s pointless. She hates werewolves. She hates me. And I’m supposed to work with her just because Edna says so? That’s ridiculous.”

“Well it’s nice to know you don’t feel strongly at all.” His dad joked.

“Seriously dad. She’s the worst. And she’s only going to cause problems. I’ve worked my ass off to keep the peace in this town, and she walked straight into Eddy’s pub, spit into a drink, and threw it all over the bar. She’s only going to mess things up.”

His dad did a hum that he used to do when Shawn was a child. That hum always meant he was in for some sort of lesson. And never one that he was particularly interested in learning.

“I’m surprised Eddy served her a drink at all. Guy’s a real traditionalist prick.”

“Language at the table guys!” His mum reminded them forcefully.

“Sorry.” They said in unison.

Shawn sighed softly and picked at his potatoes.

“He didn’t. He refused to serve her, and I had to make him do it.” He admitted. “She didn’t know if he was being racist or...witchist?”

“Ahhh, so you can imagine how someone in her position might not be too trusting of us wolves then?”

And here comes the lesson.

“I understand that. But, I stuck up for her didn’t I? I even followed her out to make sure she was alright and she practically spit in my face. If she doesn’t like my town she can get the hell out of it.”

His dad only smiled. “I get how protective you are over this town and its people. It’s was makes you such a great alpha. But I raised you to not see this town as just a place for werewolves. We haven’t been that way in a very long time. The harder you try to fight the witches, the harder time you’re going to have. We share the land now, and if she’s not feeling included here as far as I’m concerned, it's your duty to figure out why and fix it.”

“You want me to fix the rift between the werewolves and the witches? A war that has gone on for centuries?”

“What I’m saying is, you might try to be a little more empathetic. I knew her mother well, and I have a feeling her understanding of this town might be rooted in a lot of pain and a lot of hurt. We owe it to her to try and mend some of that.”

Shawn has absolutely no idea what he means by that. And he knows his dad, so he knows he’s not going to get anything else out of him. He’s on his own on this one.

***

Shawn’s in the middle of doing pull ups in the middle of the doorway to his bedroom when Jasmine and Lily come inside. They were twins, two olive toned gymnasts with bigger leg muscles than him and jet black hair they both always kept braided up. They had been on patrol last, so he figured they were just there to catch him up.

“All good?” He asked.

Jasmine poked playfully at his stomach trying to make him falter in his pull ups.

“Well, we caught wind of a witch actually. But it was about twenty miles out into the woods, and it didn’t seem threatening. Do you want us to go back out?”

He shook his head. “I could use a run anyway. I’ll check it out. Let Brian and Zeubin know just in case though.”

He hops down from his bar and tugs off his shoes, wanting as little clothes to have to worry about as possible. He heads for the garage to fully disrobe, ties his sweats to an ankle with the cord he always carried around with him, and shifts before darting out into the woods. The scent isn’t hard to pick up. He catches it about five minutes into his run. Running is definitely his favorite part of the whole wolf thing. He’s faster than his human form could ever imagine. The wind pulls through his fur, and his sight can catch just about anything that might come his way. It’s the most free he ever feels is when he’s just running through the woods. Just as soon as he picks up the scent is just as soon as he realizes that this isn’t just any witch at all.

He’d yet to figure out why Athena didn’t smell off to him. Why she smelt exactly the opposite. Her scent wasn’t sickening, in fact it reeked of warmth and sun, and something a little sweet. He slows down his running as he comes to clearing in the trees. She’s sitting on the ground, her eyes closed. At first he thought she was just meditating or something. And then the wind began to swirl around her. He felt his fur stand up straight on his back and all of a sudden the trees began to shake around the clearing. Her face grew tight with tension and concentration. The ground shook and her body lifted clear off the ground still in the crossed leg position. He watched as the dirt and leaves began to swirl along the ground as if she was creating a tornado with her mind. It reminded him aimlessly of Edna with the flowers but far, far more intense. Who the hell was this girl?

Suddenly her eyes opened and they were piercingly white, almost like lightning. It made sense because just a moment later the sky opened up to a piercing beam of lightning and a loud crack of thunder that hurt his ears. She let out a blood curdling scream before falling to the ground. The earth all around her became still as her body lie limp on the ground. He was shifting and pulling on his pants before he could even think to do anything else.

She doesn’t come to when he picks her up, and there’s a trickle of blood running down her nose. She must have over done it a bit if the scorched earth from her thunderbolt was anything to go off of.

He carries her back to the pack house in a smooth jog, making sure not to startle her too much. She still doesn’t wake up. When he begins to exit the woods, most of the pack is waiting by the sliding glass doors, easily having picked up her scent. No one else seems to think she smells good. It must just be him. Brian and Zeubin being his Betas quickly step to him as he carries her toward the house.

“What the hell is this?” Brian asked in confusion. “ What’s going on?”

“She passed out in the woods. Go find me a blanket or something. Have Lily make some of that freaky herbal tea of hers.”

“But--But she’s a witch?”

His eyes blaze red and he pauses to let Brian cower beneath the intensity of his gaze.

“And we protect all people on our fucking land, so go get the blanket Brian. That’s an order.”

He carries her into the house and skips the couch entirely to head for his bedroom. He gets her into bed and goes to wet a wash cloth while Brian gets another blanket, and Lily makes the tea. The blood under her nose had begun to dry, so he wiped softly at it to make sure she was done bleeding. Her heart rate sounded fine. Her breathing was normal. But she was completely unconscious.

When it was clear she was going to be out for a while he closed the door to his bedroom and immediately pulled all of the pack into the living room for a meeting.

“What’s going on boss, she okay?” Conner, one of the youngest of the pack asked.

Shawn nodded. “I think she’ll be fine. She was practicing some of her magic in the woods when I found her. She just over did it. We’ll let her sleep it off here and then I’ll get her back to Edna’s. In the meantime it seems we need to have a conversation about what our jobs are in this town.”

He peers over at Brian who thumbs guilty at his nose, eyes downcast.

“If I ever hear a word about one of you denying help to anyone because they’re a witch, you’ll answer to me. Got it?” He snapped.

Everyone nods and agrees quickly not wanting to anger him more than he already has been. Shawn hated being the angry alpha; it felt incredibly cliche to him. But sometimes it was the only way to get them to know he meant business.

“I know that we’ve always kept the peace by letting them do their thing over there while we do ours over here, but we’re the protectors of the town dammit. And that means everyone who occupies it. Tell me you all know that? Tell me I can trust each of you to do that.”

They all stare back at him with open and honest eyes nodding. He trusts them with his life just as they trust him with theirs. It’s the only way the pack will work. It’s the only way they can all stay safe.

He dismisses them all after going over patrol orders for the night, and grabs Lily’s tea before heading back to his room.

Athena was lying on the bed still out cold. He set the tea on the bedside table and took the cloth again to press gently to her forehead. This time when he touched her, she came to although not exactly the way that he would have liked. Her eyes burst open and she lurched forward, her hands coming out to defend herself. One second he was pressing the washcloth to her forehead and the next he was flying back into the wall and landing flat on his ass.

“Shit! Oh my god, are you okay?!”

He grunted lowly, ego taking much more of a hit than his actual body did, and got back up. It’s a good thing he healed super quickly. He had a feeling this one was going to get him into nothing but trouble.

“I’m fine. Although if this is how you thank those that help you, I might have left you in the woods.” He snorted.

Her eyes turned to slits, and just like that her resting bitch face was back.

“What do you mean? How the hell did I end up here?”

“My pack found your scent, and I came to check it out. You were doing some weird shit in the sky and then you collapsed out of nowhere. I brought you back here to let you rest.”

“Oh how kind of you.” She sneered already pulling the blanket off of her body.

“I thought it was extremely kind of me actually! Especially considering how big of an asshole you are to me on a daily basis.”

“Perhaps it wouldn’t be on a daily basis if you stopped showing up everywhere I am all the time!”

“And just what do you suppose would have happened to you if I left you there?!” He yelled back at her.

She rolled her eyes. “I would have been fine! I can protect myself and I don’t need your fucking pity, alright?!”

The alpha in him didn’t do particularly well with being challenged. Even the human part of him was pissed. She seemed to have a particular talent for making his fucking blood boil. So he could feel that part of him lurch towards the surface and his eyes turn red as she managed to make him madder than any other person he’d ever met. In that moment he hated her. Let his father’s lesson be damned.

“You are the most stuck up, evil,  self-centered witch I have ever met in my life! I should have left you there to electrocute yourself . You think you’re so fucking strong, but you’re just dense! No one can do it alone. Not even you! Has Edna taught you nothing?!”

“You shouldn’t even let her name come out of your filthy mouth! What I learn and what I do has nothing to do with you!”

She makes him angrier than he can even stand. He was a seasoned alpha at that point, had far learned to master his emotions and to reign it in when necessary. But she just kept pushing, kept digging, kept hitting at him. He had never experienced anything like it before. It’s not until he’s growling at her and he feels the familiar stretch in his bones that he realizes he’s on the cusp of shifting. He hadn’t shifted out of sheer anger since he first turned. She drove him absolutely mad.

“Get out! Get the fuck out!”

The lights flicker and her jaw is set on edge. They absolutely despise each other and nothing is ever going to change that. When he yells at her her hands come up in front of her as if she wants to choke him. Instead she wreaks havoc on his room instead. His lamp flies and smashes into the wall in a similar fashion to the way his body had earlier. All of the books on his book shelf fly off and the glass to his sliding door that leads to balcony shatters as she let’s the room have all of her frustrations. She opens the door with her mind and practically glides out of the room.

Zeubin and Brian are there waiting, peering into the room where all of his shit is destroyed. After the speech he’d given about protecting witches, reasonably they’re a bit confused as to how to proceed.

“What do we do?!” Zeubin asked peering anxiously from the hallways and back to Shawn.

“Nothing. Just--Just leave it. I’m going for a run.”

He brushes past his friends not even hesitating to shift the moment he’s outside, sweatpants bedamned. He needed to get her out of his system, to get her smell off of him. She made his blood boil. He was filled with anger and disgust and hurt. And he just had to get away.

***

*Athena’s pov*

She stormed into the house with a fury. Her heart hasn't stopped racing since she left his room. She was absolutely livid. The door slammed so hard it rattled on its hinges. And her grandmother was not having it.

“Girl! Whose door is you slamming?!” Edna called. “Come in here!”

She sighed, feet dragging as she slumped into her room. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to go back to before she had even decided to come to this stupid ass town.

Her grandmother takes one look at her and all of the anger melted from her face. She was an empath, among all her other great powers, and it meant she had an innate ability to feel and understand what she was feeling.

“Child come sit. What is going on with you?”

She crawled into her bed in defeat, head immediately falling into her lap.

“I just can’t do it mama.” She sighed. “I can’t be what you are. I can’t find any love for this place. Not after everything they did to my mom.”

There are tears of pure frustration in her eyes, and Edna reaches to tug up at her chin.

“Now wait just a second. What happened? Start at the beginning.”

“I was in the woods practicing just like you said! And I guess I...I might have over done it. I passed out. And that damn man found me.”

At this, Edna chuckles.

“Mama, it’s not funny!”

“Shawn? Shawn found you?” She asked. “Child, this whole you against the world attitude causes you nothing but strife. Please do explain to me how that man helping you caused you to slam my damn door?”

Athena rolled her eyes. “He called me evil. Self-centered. Dense. I’ve never hated someone so much in my life.”

“Girl… you are fighting the inevitable here. This is your destiny. I know it is scary, and I know it is overwhelming, but that is not going to stop it from happening. Now I want you to cry when you need to, want you to scream with all your might when you need to, but it will not change what you are to become. You are the strongest witch this land has ever seen. You will rise to power, and with that power will only come the responsibility of protecting this town and the people in it. And I am sorry to burst your bubble, but you will have to work with him to do that. It is his destiny just as it is yours. You are meant to be.”

Athena tucked her head softly into her grandmother’s arms as few tears ran down her cheeks.

“They were so awful to her, mama. She used to tell me all these stories of the way they treated her and daddy.How ugly they all were. Why should I take care of any of them. They think the same of me. It’s all the same kind of hate.”

Edna settled her fingers into her hair and detangle the strands mindlessly to soothe her.

“So much can change in a lifetime baby. I know even better than your momma how hateful these folk can be. Nothing they said to her they didn’t say to me. She just got it worse because of your daddy. But, something changed with the Mendes lineage a few centuries ago. They stopped caring about power and cared more about peace. And the result has been that with every generation they preach less and less of that hate you’re talking about. Shawn, bless him, is the kindest one I’ve ever known. Takes after his daddy. When he was a little boy, he used to keep his fangs hidden because he was afraid of scaring people. He was more interested in sitting out in my garden than rough housing. He ain’t got a hateful bone in his body. He just loves this town and he wants to take care of it.”

Athena hates when her grandmother is right. And her grandmother is always right.

“I can’t read him.” She mumbled glumly. “I can feel his emotions, but I can’t tell what they’re stemming from. I can’t tell anything. It’s so frustrating.”

“Hmmm, you could always ask him.”

She snorted. “Sure, mama. After I just went all Carrie on his room, i’m sure he’d love to sit around and braid each other’s hair and talk about boys.”

“Well, I’m sure an apology would go a long way. You’ll figure it out.”

She wasn’t so sure she would.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s at the shop when he gets the call. Couple hiking in the woods mauled by a bear. Brian and Zeubin meet him out there. The police have the crime scene taped off, but he’s let under immediately. It takes one whiff to know it’s not a bear. It’s a wolf but he doesn’t recognize the scent, which means everyone is immediately on high alert. The fact that one of them survived is good because it means they can question him. But, it only takes one look at his face when he realizes his wife is gone to know that there’s nothing good about any of this.

His name was Cole Patterson. He and his wife ran one of the general stores in town. They were good people. He grabs tightly at the man’s hand as they wheel his gurney towards the ambulance.

“We’ll find who did it Mr. Patterson. I swear to you. I’ll make it right.”

But his face is so swollen that in conjunction with the tears, he doesn’t get much of an answer. It hurts his heart. And with the sadness comes the innateness to protect, to defend. He just hated seeing others in pain. And it was his job to fix it.

“What do you want us to do?” Zeubin asked.

He took a deep breath to steady himself. “Run along to the house. Fill the others in. I want round the clock patrols starting now and want the perimeter expanded fifty miles. We’ll meet first thing in the morning and figure out our plan of attack. You see anything in the woods and you don’t attack. Go the hell home. I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

His betas nod before running off to follow his orders. He sticks around to gather more information from the police in the hopes that it might help the pack. He knows it’s his duty to alert the elders to the situation, so his first stop is to Edna’s, and he’s hoping and praying that the stuck up wicked witch of the west had hopped on her broomstick for the night.

It’s raining, so by the time he gets there and shifts back he’s soaked to the bone. He only has enough time to share what he knows with Edna. He needs to get back to the pack, needs to protect his people. She’s sitting on her porch in her rocking chair waiting for him, so he assumes it will be an easy meeting. How fucking stupid of him.

“So, we’ll be running patrols twenty-four seven. Do you think you could make a protection charm for the part of the woods where the attack happened. If it’s a wolf it’s probably going to return to the same place.”

For a moment she just rocks softly in her chair and peers up at him with those eyes of hers he used to be completely mesmerized by as a kid.

“I won’t be helping you this time, Shawn.” She finally murmured.

“What? What do you mean?”

“This is Athena’s time. That’s why this is happening now. It is her test to see if she can handle her powers.”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

“You have got to be kidding me! Edna, I do not have time for your granddaughter to ‘test her powers’ when my people are dying.”

She smiled at him. “They are her people too. She will help you.”

Edna wasn’t one to get angry at. Mostly because she could kick your ass with a wave of her hand. But also just the respect that she had garnered over years and years left him slightly whiny and beggy.

“Listen. She hates me. And that’s fine because now I sort of hate her too. There is no way in hell I can work with her. She hates my kind, and she hates this town. I can’t trust her to protect it. I need you, Edna.”

He’s a little desperate. The town wasn’t just full of wolves. In fact the vast majority of the town was made up of humans with a strong united pack to make sure that everyone was safe when shit went bump in the night. Especially the supernatural bumps in the night. The thing that made a good alpha was recognizing that one needed the help of his fellow pack members, and even other supernatural folks, to be at his best. He’d learned that lesson the hard way when he was younger and more cocky and stupid. But the truth of the matter was magic had kept the entire town safe for centuries now. And he wasn’t about to switch things up when lives were at stake.

He’s about to fall to his knees and just beg Edna to do the fucking charm when the door opens and out she walks. This time her hair is tied up with a scarf, dozens and dozens of tight little curls spilling out from a ponytail high up on her head. She’s in jeans again and a leather jacket and boy does he fucking wish it didn’t do anything for him. He can’t help but notice the skip of a beat in his heart that surely isn’t rage or hatred. And that’s the worst part about all of this.

“I’ll do it.” She said. “I can do it. Just show me where it’s at.”

He raised a pointed eyebrow and settled his hands on his hips.

“And I’m supposed to believe that because? Last time I saw you you told you hated this town and everything in it.”

She rolled her eyes as if he was the over dramatic one and twirled an umbrella in her fingers.

“Look I don’t have time to argue with you. Either I can make the charm and help your ass or not. It’s up to you.”

He stared at her in disbelief. And then at Edna who only smirked at him. This family was going to drive him fucking insane. No doubt about it. But he needed the damn charm.

“ Fine. But that umbrella is going to do you no good. I’m going to have to carry you.”

“Excuse me? I’ll drive.”

He felt his muscles tense and perhaps the first headache he’d had in months descend upon him too.

“It’s in the middle of the woods on a hiking trail. A car is not going to get you there. And a car can’t move as fast as me. You’re just going to have to get a little wet.”

It’s Athena’s turn to stare at her grandmother in disbelief. Her smile never shifts.

“Well you’ll just have to wait while I go cover my hair then.” she snorted.

“Excuse me?! Did you miss the part where someone died!”

“Calm down white boy. Damn. So dramatic.”

Fucking. Insane.

***

The rain makes a real mess of things. It’s muddy and dark and if he didn’t have incredible vision they’d probably be fucked. She’s surprisingly quiet throughout the entire walk and doesn’t even complain when he has to pick her up. It’d different than the last time he saw her. The energy surrounding her isn’t nearly as hostile and aggressive. In fact it kind of seems more like she’s thinking than anything else. The usual look of disgust isn’t even present on her face. Not that he’s looking at her face or anything. Because he isn’t.

So they walk and he holds her and it’s just the world of trees and greenery and rain around them. It’s ten times better than her fucking up his room and yelling at him.

“What are you thinking about?” He chanced readjusting his grip on her as he steps over a fallen tree.

She’s got a bright ass raincoat on and he’d go to the grave willingly before telling anyone that she looked cute in it. Because she doesn’t. She absolutely doesn’t.

“I can’t read you.” She mumbled from beneath her hood. “And I find it very annoying.”

“So you can read minds?”

She shook her head. “Nah boy, what am I Edward Cullen? I’m an empath. I can feel the emotions of those around me. I can usually get a really good sense of what those emotions are stemming from though. Like when mama is angry I can sense what her anger is in reference to. I slammed the door a couple of weeks back and I knew that that was what her anger stemmed from before she said anything. It gives me a really good understanding of people which is really all empaths are. When my power expand I’ll be able to infiltrate people’s feelings, make them feel what I want them too. With you though….I can sense the emotions but I never have any idea what they mean.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know. I have a sense that mama knows why but she’s not telling me for some reason.”

Edna had a history of knowing all and purposely letting you figure it out all on your own no matter how frustrating it might be. Shawn could imagine.

“Well, what am I feeling right now?”

“You feel...calm. But when you showed up at the house you were scared. You were in pain. You felt sad. Why are you calm now?”

He peered down at her as he walked. Her eyebrows were furrowed. She looked at him with genuine concern. It compelled a certain level of honesty that he never thought he would share with her.

“I feel most myself in the woods. Well besides from when I’m in wolf form anyway. I can’t really explain it. The earth and the trees and everything? It’s just always felt like home. I used to spend all my time out here even as a kid.” He explained. “It kind of helps that you’re not throwing books at my head this time around.”

Her fingers tighten slightly in his damp t-shirt.

“Yea… I uh I am sorry about how I reacted. You were just trying to help me and I was just really scared when I woke up. I--I had no idea where I was. And I was very frustrated that I wasn’t able to defend myself. Doesn’t matter. Still sorry.”

He feels incredibly tongue tied. Never in a million years would he have guessed that she would apologize let alone seem so sincere when she did it. It was like talking to a completely different person. A person he might actually be able to stand.

“I can understand that,” He spoke slowly. “I can’t imagine waking up with no idea where I am, and then my big dumb face is staring back at you. Might scare anyone.”

She laughs. And it...it nearly stops his heart. He can’t even explain the way that it makes him feel, so he hopes she can’t tell either. Whatever it is, it’s like a light. Like they’re moving through the big dark forest, but the second that she laughs the sun might as well appear. It’s like warmth and light and something pure. He’s left completely dumbfounded.

“Big, yes. Dumb, no.” She snorted. “I’ll be sure to get you a new lamp though. My bad.”

He keeps his mouth shut just in case he says anything stupid. Before he knows it, they're at the clearing to the trail where the attack took place. He lets her down off his arms and she moves to take in the scene before her. She pulls a jar out of her raincoat and walks slowly and methodically around the space sprinkling something along the ground as she whispers s beneath her breath. When she comes back to the space that she started a bright light emits from the ground and forms a circle around the space. It disappears soon after and then she puts the jar away and skips back over to him like nothing even happened.

“That’s it? It’s just safe now?”

She nods. “No evil energy will be able to penetrate it. Scouts honor.”

The thing about magic, and about witchcraft, was it wasn’t his area of expertise. All he could really do most of the time was trust that Edna was telling him the truth. And when it came to Athena, when it came to all of the things she’s said to him and yelled at him? Still all he was left with was a choice. Either he could trust her, or he could not.

“Okay.”

That was the night he decided to trust her.

He led her back down out of the woods. Instead of carrying her, they walked. In spite of how much slower it was, in spite of him having places to be, and commands to give. He walked alongside her in the woods. And he couldn’t explain what was compelling him to be alright with these circumstances. All he knew was that when she said she’d rather walk, he simply followed alongside her. And that was it.

“Can I ask you something?” She murmured arms in her big puffy raincoat and eyes completely on the ground trying to make sure she didn’t fall.

He nodded. “Sure.”

“The pain that you felt earlier? That fear? Where did it stem from?”

He lets his fingers graze her elbow to lead her over a rock so that she doesn’t trip.

“A woman died tonight.”

“Did you know her?”

“No. Not really. I mean knew of her the way that I know everyone in this town. But she was mine to protect nonetheless. I failed her tonight. And I failed her husband. And I failed all of her loved ones. The least I can do is mourn her death, don’t you think?”

She peers up at him from beneath her hood. Even in the dark he can read her eyes. Confused. Curious. It was like she was looking for something within him she couldn’t find. And he wasn’t sure what it was, or why she couldn’t find it.

“My mama...she says you don’t have a hateful bone in your body. She thinks you love this town more than anyone. Is that true?”

He chuckled softly. “I don’t know about that. I can get very angry sometimes. It’s the alpha in me. I try my best not to be hateful though. This town it...it’s all that I have. It’s all that I am. My genes, my lineage, it was all created so that I could protect all who occupy this land. I love it here. I know it’s got its problems, and I know it hasn’t always been the greatest to your family or to other witches. But I’m trying to change that. I’m trying to take care of everyone here, Athena. Not just werewolves.”

She nods softly and goes back to staring at the ground. They don’t talk for the rest of the walk, but it’s okay. They’re sort of okay.

***

“We found the scent about thirty miles west and followed it. It cuts off through the Ottawa river, and we lose it there. We tried moving to the other side, but we got nothing.” Conner explained.

“Okay. We’ll make a visit to the next pack over city limits. I’ll take Jasmine and Zeubin with me. If we find out it’s not one of theirs then we regroup and we prepare as if we’re under attack. In the meantime, we continue with round the clock patrol. I’ll meet with Edna and Athena to make them aware and ask if they can help us at all.”

Everyone nods and breaks off to their respective tasks. The town hadn’t see any trouble in quite a long time. A lot of people thought that was a testament to Shawn's leadership. He wasn’t that naive. He thought he’d just managed to get a little lucky. After All the best way to manage the way an alpha led his back was in times of difficulty not peace.  

It’s a two day trip to get there and back. He doesn’t want the neighboring pack to get scared by their presence so he only takes two of them with him. He also needs Brian back at home to watch over everyone and everything. And nothing against the kid, but he wouldn’t want to leave anyone in charge of his pack for more than two days. This was his main reason for stopping by Edna’s again. It’s definitely his only reason too.

Athena opens the door. She’s got her hair in that pineapple shaped ponytail again. The real difference this time is that she’s in a sweatshirt and leggings with no makeup on. She looks soft and warm. He completely forgets everything that he came there for. And it’s even worse because Jazmine and Zeubin were right behind him, and she’s staring at him a little bit like he’s crazy. Maybe he is.

“You were feeling fine a second ago. Determined. Now you feel overwhelmed. What’s wrong?” She asked.

“I….Uh--Sorry! I just um. I forgot what I was gonna say for a second.” He chuckled. “Can I talk to you and Edna?”

“Sure. Yea, come in.”

He catches them up on everything that he knows. Even he doesn’t notice but he spends the majority of his time talking to Athena. And she spends all of her time making eye contact with him. It’s clear to everyone in the room that something has shifted. There’s no longer a hatred in the room. It’s something different entirely. By the time they’re caught up, and it’s time to leave, he pulls her to side for a second just to check in separately.

“What’s up?” She asked softly.

“I need you to do something for me, if you wouldn’t mind?”

“What is it?”

“I just...I need you to keep an eye out while I’m gone, please? Just make sure nothing happens?”

Her eyes widened. “Me? Why not mama?”

“Because you’re supposed to be my point of contact now right?” He asked reaching for her arms. “ Don’t worry. I trust you.”

“You do?”

“I do...I haven’t quite figured out why yet. But, I do. You can feel that though can’t you?”

She scrunched her face up slightly as she peered at him in bafflement. He wondered if he could read her emotions if that would be all she ever felt towards him.

“I can. Okay I--I’ll keep an eye out.” She agreed.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiled at her.

“Thank you.”

*Athena’s point of view*

“You’re pacing.”

Athena rolled her eyes. “I’m not pacing I’m just thinking.”

“Well then you’re pacing and you’re thinking. Girl, what is the matter with you?”

Athena paused in her nonstop path of circles that she’d walked around her bedroom to peer at her friend. Taylor was the only friend she’d made thus far in the tiny town. And it was a hundred percent because she was black and a witch too. They had to stick together in this crazy ass town. Taylor was also born and raised in Pickering and was kind enough to give Athena background when she needed it. Although she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to help this time around.

Taylor lied in the middle of her bed, locs long and neatly spread out across her bed, as she stared at her like she was crazy.

Athena rolled her eyes. “I’m just...I’m trying to figure out what the hell to do.”

“About?”

“Shawn asked me to look over things while he was gone. I promised. And now I have no idea how to actually do that seeing as how I have zero contact with the pack.”

“Wait wait wait...Since when did you make promises to Shawn Mendes of all people? I thought you hated his guts?”

Athena paused. “I did. I--I do! I...I don’t know!”

“I can’t believe you’ve let me sit here for over an hour watching you walk around like a crazy woman when you had tea to spill. Sit down.” Taylor exclaimed.

She doesn’t really know how to explain, or what to explain. She didn’t quite get it herself. After her talk with Edna, she had decided to head her advice if only to save herself a little frustration. She had zero intentions of trusting Shawn, or anything beyond being cordial enough to get her job done. And then she had talked to him. And he just wasn’t that fucking bad. She kept looking for signs of the rhetoric her mom used to tell her about,  a sign of anger or hate or rage in his eyes. It wasn’t there. His eyes were unbelievably kind. And everytime she read his emotions she couldn’t find any ill intent once so ever. Add on top of that his willingness to share and be open with her, when she’d been nothing but awful to him, she had found herself in a bit of a conundrum.

“I don’t know what it is Tay, I just...something in my gut is telling me he’s not bad. And mama trusts him with her whole heart. I can feel that. And he trusts me. Like really fucking trusts me. Something is telling me to trust him back.”

Her best friend squinted at her and let her legs flop aimlessly around the bed as she thought.

“And this has nothing to do with him being the hottest man this town has ever seen right?”

“W--What?!”

Taylor chortled. “I’m just saying. If that man carried my ass through the woods and made small talk, I’d trust his fine ass too!”

“I hate you. I am never talking to you about anything again.” Athena grumbled.

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch. I was just kidding. So, we going over there or what?”

“Tay what in the hell are you talking about?”

Athena watched as Taylor slid off the bed and walked to stand in front of her friend.

“He told you to keep an eye out on things right? You have no contact with his pack. So wouldn’t it make sense for you to go to their house and get some more information?”

“You want me to walk directly into the lion’s den after I smashed their alpha’s shit to pieces and ask them for what? The hot gossip? Girl is you out your damn mind?” Athena snorted.

“It’s the only what you’re going to get any info! And if Shawn trusts you, they don’t have a choice anyway. That shit’s like sacred. What the alpha says, goes. Kinda hot, tbh.”

Athena let her face fall into her hands. “Oh lord.”

Taylor simply laughed. “C’mon. You don’t wanna let your mans down now do you?”

“He is not my mans!”

“No of course not! I absolutely believe you.”

Athena made a mental note to get some new friends.

***

“You are going to get us killed!” Athena hissed as Taylor knocked loudly on the door.

Taylor snorted. “Girl you are the strongest witch in all the land. Let these wolves know.”

Jesus.

The person who answers the door is actually a woman with olive toned skinned and long black hair that hung loosely in a braid. She was like seven feet tall and absolutely gorgeous. Both women found themselves a little baffled at her very presence. Truly a magical specimen she was.

“Can I help you?” She asked at their dumbfounded expressions.

Athena tried to smile. “Hi. I’m Athena.”

“Yea, I know who you are. You threw my tea with your mind and broke my favorite cup.”

Great start.

“Ahh...Well I am so very sorry about that. I would happily get you a new one.” She assured her. “I’m here actually because Shawn sort of asked me to keep an eye on things while he was gone. But I don’t really know how to do that without talking to you all. And I know I’m probably not super well liked here, so I thought I might come and try and set things off on a better foot.”

The beautiful woman tilted her head and stared down at her with hazel eyes that were just the right side of threatening. They were so different from Shawn’s eyes it was almost unrecognizable to her.

“You want to help us?” She asked. “Why?”

Athen huffed a little. “Because it’s kind of my destiny. Or so I’m learning.”

Somehow, someway, she lets them in. And it’s not like a dungeon or anything. It’s just a house. The woman, Lily, was sitting on the couch watching Stranger Things and eating cereal. One of the younger ones, Connor was his name, was swiping through tinder matches and pretending to watch the show with her. There’s no attack, no name calling, no anything. And it’s so incredibly disorienting. It feels completely different than everything she ever knew. Athena wasn’t sure whether to feel elated or disappointed. She didn’t really know how to feel about it at all.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

Jasmine and Zeubin crash into the house like zombies, completely ready to fall into their beds and sleep after the long journey. Shawn on the other hand knows he has to stay on his feet just a little longer. He heads for Brian’s room first once he’s sure that the house itself is still intact. His beta and subsequent best friend was still asleep, but jolted awake as Shawn plopped down on his mattress.

“Shit, dude, I hate when you do that.” He groaned.

Shawn snorted. “Nice to see you too, bud. We’re back if you hadn’t noticed.”

“Mazel tov. Can I go back to sleep?”

“No, jackass; get up. We visited the pack. They had no clue what we were talking about. None of their wolves have gone rogue, and they have no signs of any attacks on their land. We need to be on our best defense. Now what the hell happened while I was gone?”

“Absolutely nothing. We did the round the clock patrols just like you said. Never found the scent again, or any other scent for that matter. Plus your witch friends were here, so even if they were out there they probably got scared off.” Brian snorted.

“Witch friends? What witch friends?”

He rolled his eyes and settled back into his bed. “That Athena chick brought one of her friends over here. Said you told her to keep an eye out on the place. Like you didn’t trust me or something.”

“She came here? To the house, in front of you all?”

“I thought it was pretty ballsy of her too. Lily seemed to get a kick out of her though. You could ask her.”

“Hmm...I’m going to take a nap and then I want everyone’s ass in the living room to plan at noon got it?”

“Yes dude. Please. Sleep.”

Fucking Brian.

***

*Athena’s point of view*

She’s in the woods again trying to channel her powers the way that Edna had taught her. Some days it’s easy and some days it isn’t. Today in particular had been incredibly frustrating. Athena had never worked much with her active powers. Her mother had been purposeful that way. When they moved out of Pickering, she wanted to pretend to be normal. So except for the summers when her mama came to visit, she never really got to use them. It was easy to be an empath, that happened no matter what. But, Edna had assured her that she would have powers that she couldn’t believe. She just had to practice.

And that’s where he finds her. Sitting in the middle of the forest like an idiot. She hears the  break in the leaves and immediately turns with her hands up in case she needed to defend herself.

“Hey, I come in peace!” Shawn called.

She sighed and let her hands drop.

“What are you doing here? You scared me.”

His long legs take him to her in far greater strides then he had any right to be able to do. Before she knew it he was standing in front of her.

“I’m sorry. I went to your house but Edna said I could find you here.” He smiled at her. “Long time no see.”

“It’s been two days.” She snorted. “How did things go with the other pack?”

He frowned. “Not great. It wasn’t them. The pack is making plans of defense as we speak. I just want us to be prepared. It might be nothing, but it might be something.”

“Is there anything we can do?”

He eyed her for a second, a smile still plane on his face.

“You’ve been doing a lot lately. I heard you braved the big, bad wolves while I was away.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “You all are not that tough. It was fine. No biggie.”

“You went to a place that I know you don’t like just to check in on my pack. I take that very seriously. That means a lot to me.” He told her reaching for her hands. “Thank you, Athena. I mean it.”

She peers down at his hands and then up into his eyes. She can feel the excitement in his veins, and she can feel a little confusion, and something softer...softer like endearment. It’s cloudy because he doesn’t know what it is he’s feeling, which means she can’t see it either.

“You’re welcome.” She murmured. “If i’m being honest it was a lot for me. I didn’t think they’d even open the door after the last time.”

“You’re fine. They know it’s not that simple, they understand the history. You’re allowed in that house whenever you want. Anyone ever gives you trouble they can answer to me.”

It’s a little aggressive, a little… braggadocious. Suddenly Athena gets a random flashback to Taylor’s obnoxious laughter about Shawn’s attractiveness. She bites her lip a little bit.

“Okay. I’ll make note of that.”

“So, what are you doing out here in the middle of the woods again?”

Her shoulders slumped. “Being the worst witch of all time, really.”

“I highly doubt that. You’ve kicked my ass enough times. What’s the matter?”

She groaned in frustration. “My active powers aren’t fucking activating. Mama says I just need to practice more but I’ve been practicing for hours and nothing is happening.”

“You’re probably just overthinking it. Obviously it’s different but when I was trying to shift for the first few months it was hell. I got so worked up about it and didn’t allow my instincts to just take over. You should get away from it for a while.”

“But this is all I have to do.” She whined. “It’s not like I have a job here, or any commitments. I’m just supposed to be training.”

He smiles at her again. It frustrates her. She can never understand when he gets these random bursts of happiness for no reason. It doesn’t make sense. And she can’t read him enough to determine what it is.

“C’mon.” He said reaching for her hand to tug her along.

She raised an eyebrow. “Boy, where are you taking me?”

“To fucking relax. You’re gonna give yourself a stroke before you turn thirty at this rate.”

“And what makes you think I want to relax with you?”

He turned back around to her, hands still pulling her with him as he walked backwards with the cockiest grin on his face. There’s no reason it should’ve made her heart react the way it did. No reason at all.

“You haven’t sent me flying yet, that’s why.”

He took her to a diner that she’d never been to before. Apparently he was a regular though because the entire place greets him when they walk in. He’s even got his own booth. It’s ridiculous. She went to take her jacket off and he was suddenly right behind her tugging at the shoulders of the jacket to help her out of it. From anyone else it would’ve caused indifference at best, and annoyance at worst. So, why in the world does she smile? And why in the hell is he being so nice to her in the first place? Why does she have zero interest in hating him anymore?

“This place has the best mac and cheese in the whole damn country. I’m sure of it. You must try it.” He said pointing the dish out on the menu.

She rolled her eyes. “What do you know about some mac and cheese, white boy?”

“I’m a white boy with the stomach of a wolf. You’ll love it. Trust me.”

And that’s the most ridiculous part of all of this. She does trust him. Almost endlessly so. Maybe not in his ability to determine what some good ass mac tasted like, but with just about everything else. She doesn’t realize until he’s telling her a story of him confronting his childhood bully after he presented as an alpha, that she’s completely forgotten about her powers. Hell she’d forgotten about being a witch entirely. And if the wolf part hadn’t been central to his story, she wasn’t so sure she would’ve thought about that either. For the first time since she’d entered that town it wasn’t about magic, it wasn’t about the greater good, or her “destiny”. He was just treating her like a person. Like a friend even.

“So you just straight up attacked his ass, aye?” She snorted.

He laughed. “I wouldn’t say attack. I would say...spook. I spooked him a little bit. Hey, I went from this lanky unpopular kid who hung out in gardens and shit to complete lean muscle in a summer. Jackass had it coming for how often he used to make fun of me.”

“Poor baby.”

“Yea, well I’m doing just fine nowadays, if you hadn’t noticed.” He pointed out waving a hand over his general physique.

Her eyes widened. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“Oh come on! Yes you have.”

She reached for her glass to take a slow, deliberate sip of her drink.

“Was there something to notice?” She asked.

“Ouch, Athena. That hurt.” He pouted.

She giggled quietly to herself and he smiled another smile at her.

The food arrives and Shawn has three plates to her one. Something about needing to stay strong and full just so she could not notice. The mac and cheese is shockingly good. Athena peers towards the back to see if there’s a black person back there cooking. The diner is cosy and warm as it starts to rain outside and he keeps making her laugh with a startlingly ease. It feels nice. So nice.

“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He said as you both worked on finishing your meals.

Athena shrugged. “Shoot.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want. I was just curious...what exactly happened that made you hate it here so much? I’ll believe you no matter what it is, I just thought I’d ask.”

It stuns her for a moment. She hadn’t even told Taylor about her past with the town. She just assumed Athena hated wolves just because she was a witch. No one but her and her mama really knew what happened. What this town had been like. And even then she had only heard the stories, had never actually been there for it. It’s a story she never quite felt like sharing. But, she can feel his earnestness, can feel the sincerity and the willingness to listen in him. He’s feeling confident, and more than that he’s feeling vulnerable. It’s hard to not let his emotions bleed into her own.

“My momma grew up here.” She whispered peering down at her plate. “She lived here her whole life. And i guess the feud between the witches and the wolves was supposedly a lot better at that point. It would’ve been when your dad was alpha. My dad… he was a beta.”

“Wait...You’re part wolf?”

She nodded. “I guess technically. It never presented in me that way though. But my dad, he fell in love with my mom. They were mates.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yea. It was just about as unheard of as it is now. But they couldn’t help it. They were in love with each other. And when the town found out that a wolf was with a witch? All of that peace treaty shit went straight out the window. She--She couldn’t even leave the house. They would scream the most awful things at her. She wasn’t allowed on his side of town or the locals would throw things at her. I guess my dad would come visit her, but the witches weren’t fond of his kind either. It was awful. She can’t even talk about it to this day without crying. When she got pregnant with me, that was the final straw. She left town and she’s never come back. She’s never forgiven this town for what it took from her.”

Her knee bounces sporadically beneath the table. She doesn’t notice until Shawn covers it with his palm to get her to stop.

“Your dad. What happened to your dad?” He asked.

“He...He stayed here at first. You can’t just leave the pack without there being grave consequences.But the pain of being away from your mate is insufferable. They were literally designed for each other. Apparently he ended up leaving the pack anyway, but the damage had already been done. No one’s heard from him since.”

“Shit. Shit. Athena that--that’s so horrible. Honey, I can’t even...I’m so sorry.”

Sometimes she liked to focus on the emotions of others because it meant she didn’t have to think about herself. It’s made easier when he places his hand on her knee. It’s like his emotions are screaming at her. There’s a sadness. An empathy that feels like it’s wrapping itself around her in a thick smoke. And then there’s a guilt, which throws her completely for a loop.

“You feel guilty. Why?”

He frowned. “Are you kidding me,I was such a dick to you. It never even occurred to me to get your side, to ask you what you've been through. Even when my dad told me to. I should have listened. I should have asked you sooner. I--I’m so sorry. No one deserves to experience that. No wonder you hate it here.”

The sincerity to it all baffles her further. She never could have expected that Shawn would show her this kindness. She didn’t even know wolves were capable of showing someone like her that kindness. His hand is still on her thigh and it’s so warm. This town had felt cold to her for so long, had represented nothing but it. And yet he was here, right in front of her, continuously destroying her expectations.

“Well it...it hasn’t been so bad lately.” She mumbled. “But I uh I’m still trying to learn how to feel like I belong here. And maybe now you can see why that’s been a little more difficult to me. It doesn’t excuse my anger towards you, and I’m still truly sorry about it. I just hope you’ll see that I’m trying.”

“Of course. Hey, of course I do. I’m just glad we’ve gotten to start off on a better foot. You do belong here, Athena. We’re just lucky to have you. I hope you can see that.” he murmured.

His eyes are as warm as his hand, so when he removes his grip from her knee, it doesn’t feel as devastating. She bites her lip to ground herself in the moment, to not be so in her own head, to just say how she really feels.

“I never thought I could feel safe here.” She admitted. “You gave me that. So, thank you.”

“You are always safe here with me, Athena. Always.”

She trusts him then too.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He still meets with his dad to discuss pack issues. He liked knowing that there was a wealth of knowledge that he didn’t necessarily have, but could always tap into. His dad had never led him astray before. So when another hiker goes missing, and they can’t even find the body, he goes to him immediately. Something has to be done. And it has to be the right something because his town’s safety is at stake.

“I don’t know what it is, dad. This whole thing just feels off. It’s too calculated to be a random incident.” He huffed for the umpeenth time.

“What do you mean, what is it?”

“It’s like...it’s like they’re fucking with the line. First we happen to be able to track their scent all the way to the county line, and it just happens to cut off at the river where our territory ends? And then this time they get someone on the trail that is just outside our reach and the scent cuts off again. What are the fuckin’ chances?”

His dad nods. “It’s definitely weird for sure. I want you to trust your gut. All you can do is prepare and be defensive though. If you think a curfew is necessary to keep people out of the woods, then I’m sure sargent Farah would listen to you.”

“But it is weird right? Did anything like this ever happen when you were running the pack?”

“Not exactly. We had a lot more problems with our own fighting each other than others looking to attack.” He sighed.

It reminds him of his lunch with Athena. He could still feel the sadness in his eyes when she told him the story. He could also still see the way he made her laugh when they got ice cream afterwards and he immediately dropped his on the ground. He could feel the flutter it caused in his stomach. And he had no fucking clue what to do about it.

“Yea I uh...Athena finally told me what happened with her mom and dad here. Were you close to the situation?”

Manny shook his head softly. “It was a terrible situation. The worst I ever felt as pack leader. I couldn’t control anything that was happening. Not the humans, not the wolves, not the witches. Everyone was just livid over it. I was close enough to try to convince her father to leave. Being without one’s mate can cause you to go feral. Then again so can leaving your pack. When he left us, I wasn’t sure what to do. I can only hope that he’s okay.”

He plays with one of the rings on his finger to keep him busy as he hedges his next question.

“Were they really mates? Can a wolf and a witch mate?”

“Yea. It’s rare. Very rare. But, it can happen.”

He nodded softly. “Do they always end like that?”

“No, of course not. A wolf and a witch mating is just like any other mates. It’s intense of course, but it’s ultimately lovely.”

When he looks up his dad is giving him that look that says he sees right through him. It was always like his dad to know him better than he knew himself.

“You wanna ask something.” Manny guessed. “Just go ahead and ask it.”

He shrugged. “I guess I was curious what it felt like with you and mom. How did you know you two were mates and not just...attracted to each other or something.”

“I’ll be honest. I didn’t actually know at first. You hear those stories about first meeting and it being instantaneous, but it isn’t really. It’s a lot like falling in love for the first time. I saw her and I was tongue tied. I thought she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I didn’t find out we were mates until her mother passed.”

“How come?”

“When you’re a mated pair eventually your emotions become linked in a way. Specifically pain. Physical. Mental. There’s a catalyst that sparks it. That’s when you’ll know. It’ll probably be the most painful thing you’ll ever go through. The good news is it’ll come with a lot of beauty afterwards.”

He looked back down and shook his head.

“I was just asking. Not like I’m gonna be mated anytime soon. Got the pack to think about.” He mumbled.

“Sure thing kiddo, sure thing.”

***

Traveling with non-wolves is always a pain in the ass. They can’t move as fast, and even if he shifted to be able to carry them, there was no way to communicate. He usually hated it, hated anything that limited his ability to move and be free. Somehow he doesn’t hate this, and that just confuses him the way that everything has lately.

Part of the defense plan for the town was to visit all of the cut off parts of their territory and set up some charms and general hocus pocus shit to hopefully help figure out what the hell was trying to invade his town. Obviously Edna wasn’t quite up for day long journeys anymore. So, it was just him and Athena. It hadn’t even occurred to him to invite anyone else from the pack along, he just told them he needed everyone at home in case something happened. But a part of him, and that part was growing every time she tripped over everything she came across and immediately refuse to let him carry her, knew why he didn’t want anyone else around.

They were friends now. Like actual, genuine, friends. And he kind of loved it. She was so fucking funny and wicked smart. She never took any of his shit and spent most of her time making fun of him. Her sense of humor was inappropriate as hell. He loved every bit of it. That within itself wasn’t a problem. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with their friendship. The problem came when she would laugh and his heart would skip a beat. The problem was every time she complained about the outdoors and it didn’t irritate him at all, it only made him feel softer. The problem was that he had deep, genuine feelings for her and there seemed to be no getting around them.

They camped out in the woods right off of one of the hiking trails because Athena couldn’t do the walking for twenty-four hours straight that he could. She had made a fire with nothing but her hands, her ability to manipulate the elements coming very much in handy. She sat there next to the fire in an oversized sweatshirt pulled over her knees, and it just hurt to stare at her. He kept trying to keep his thoughts under control around her only for her to stare up at him with those soft lips, those beautiful eyes. And he was just meant to not notice at all?

“I wanna ask you something.” She hummed at him after they’d finished their dinner of fire roasted pizza.

His whole body locked up.

“Y--yea? What’s that?”

“Do you think you’ve ever been in love before?”

Shit.

His cheeks heated immediately and it had nothing to do with the fire. He couldn’t make eye contact and he knew his heart was racing in his chest. Even he could read the nerves coming off of him in waves. It must’ve been easy for her to read.

“Love? I--I’m not sure. I’ve had really great, really important relationships before. I’ve told a few women that I loved them. But, I usually reserve the concept of being in love with, what my parents have and I’ve definitely never had that before.”

She smiled at him. His heart rate increased.

“I met them when mama introduced us. They are very complex beings emotions wise. I could read them so easily. They felt so many things at once: comfort, sincerness, kindness, all of that. But no matter what they were saying, there was always an undercurrent of love. They felt it for each other endlessly and relentlessly. I thought it was really beautiful.”

He nodded softly, happy that he could at least be open and honest with this, could let his emotions run wild with what he’d grown up around.

“It is. They’ve known each other since they were twenty. My dad went on a trip to London because he was twenty and dumb and thought that a werewolf in london was too good an irony to pass up. He met her the first day,and they spent his whole trip there together. When it was time for him to leave, he begged her to come to Pickering with him. She told him was crazy. He told her he’d convinced her. Again, she told him he was crazy. I was born a year later.” He smirked.

It has the intended effect that that story always gave. She cooes and aww’s and smiles, and he just wants to kiss her already.

“Well that’s sweet as shit. You’ve got some big shoes to fill, Mendes.”

He scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck. “Haha. Funny. Why do you ask anyway?”

This time it’s her turn to give the deer caught in the headlights look. Her habits are a bit different than his, but he’s been spending so much time with her lately that they all sort of click for him. Her knee bounces at an abnormal rate. She hides her hands away, this time in the sleeves of her sweatshirt. She peers down at the ground and then back up at him from beneath these eyelashes that cause him nothing but trouble.

“No reason. I was just curious.”

“Okay. Have you ever been in love before?” He asked.

She shook her head softly. “I thought I was before. I’ve loved a lot people who didn’t really love me back. But, that soft shit your parents have? I don’t think that’s in the cards for me.”

“Well, why not?” He pushed, almost stubbornly. “Everyone’s worthy of love, Athena.”

“I know. I know that, but that stuff you only read about, that’s a one in a million chance type stuff, Shawn. I’m not losing sleep over it. I don’t need some earth defying romance. I’ll be okay.” She snorted.

“Yea, alright. Sure. I’m gonna...go get more firewood.”

He hopped up from his seat moving to put distance between the two of them. She gave him a strange look but he didn’t stay long enough for her to ask questions.

*No one’s point of view*

Shawn flicks off to the forest to pull at branches and thinking stubbornly about his emotions. Meanwhile Athena sets up their sleeping bags in the tent and struggles to get comfortable. She spends a long while thinking about the look on Shawn’s face. He had felt frustrated, fed up. Hurt even. And she didn’t know why. She never knew why, and it was driving her slowly insane. She liked him. Why the hell did she like him so much? And why wasn’t he like everyone else, why couldn’t she read whether he liked her back?

She kept catching glimpses of things that made her think it might be possible. A rush of warmth in his belly. Utter elation and happiness when they were together. But it always felt circumstantial. They’d be doing something he loved, or just having fun in general. And to be honest Shawn was such a happy go lucky guy in general, he seemed to be the type to say I love you to a really good burger. It never felt like enough. And it wasn’t like she ever caught him feeling love. He was so stupid. This is so stupid.

God she was so stupid, Shawn thought. Women. Oh how he missed the days where girls had cooties and he could just play on the monkey bars. Back when things made sense! Here he was, heart on his sleeve, pining after this woman and she didn’t even want him. And how fucking dumb was he to think that they could possibly, in some universe, actually be mates? Of course they weren’t. Just because she didn’t hate his guts all of a sudden didn’t mean she was gonna fall in love with him.

The wind starts to pick up and he feels the hair on the back of his neck stand up like a storm might be on the horizon. So, he heads back to the campsite in case Athena gets cold as the temperature begins to drop. He’s still a wounded.

Neither of them speak as Shawn crawls into the tent. He tugs off his shirt and tosses it besides his sleeping back as he crawls inside. Athena rolls her eyes at the ceiling. What reason was there possibly to take off one’s shirt in this cold ass weather. It was like he was teasing her at this point. Shawn laid on his back, arm tucked behind his head as he peered over at the girl who hadn’t left his heart alone since he’d met her.

“Are you okay? It gets cold up here at night.” He whispered.

She bit awkwardly at the inside of her cheek. “No. I’m freezing.”

He sighed. “That’s my bad. I should’ve warned you about that. Here, come here.”

She peered over at the boy who hadn’t left her heart alone since she’d met him.

“Excuse me?”

I’m like a hundred and two degrees on a slow day. I’ll keep you warm. You won’t even need the sleeping bag.”

It was a total recipe for disaster. Snuggle up with the guy she most definitely had feelings for? But it was cold. And Athena didn’t do cold. She thrived in straight tropical temperatures, and had somehow ended up in canada. It was a travesty really.

“Are you sure?” She mumbled, fingers peeking out hesitantly from her blanket.

“Of course, I am. I wouldn’t leave you to freeze. C’mere.”

It’s the closest they’ve been since he found her unconscious in the woods. She settles herself on top of him, or at least she tries. There’s an awkwardness as neither of them quite know how to move their bodies with each other. She doesn’t want to smother him, and he can’t quite tell her that he’d happily die that way if given the option, so all he can do is tug at her hips until she falls gracelessly against him.

She groans softly. “Christ, you’re warm.”

“Told you.” He mumbled tucking one of her curls out of her face.

She peered up at him from his chest and they’d never had their faces that close together before. She smelled like campfire and sandalwood and something sweet. He smelled like campfire and musk and something warm.

“You are so odd, Shawn Mendes.”

He chuckled fingers diving in to play with another curl.

“Why is that?”

“You storm off into the woods like some moody teeanger because I don’t see any showstopping romance coming my way? And then you just crawl in here with your dumb doe eyes and your dumb six pack and start playing with my hair? Why? Why are you this way?” She ranted.

“I’m a moody teenager? You’re absolutely oblivious! Oblivious, do you know that? Your cheek bones are dumb.” He huffed taking her face in his hand and caressing her bottom  lip with his thumb. “And your full lips are dumb. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

It provides a clarity that rocks her to her very toes. It’s like he had been purposely keeping just enough puzzle pieces to himself so that she couldn’t see the picture. Suddenly she could see it with startling clear eyes. The warmth in his stomach. The adoration and all of the nerves. They were all for her. All of it.

She feels his determination before she feels his kiss. But oh does she love his kiss. His lips are warm against her cold ones, soft but firm. She can feel her jaw tense against the palm of his hand as he curves it against her cheek. His other hand smoothed down to her back and beneath her sweatshirt, tangling in the fabric until she felt his touch on the small of her back searing and hot. Suddenly it feels like she’s breathing for the first time. Like simultaneously he’s breathing life right into her lungs while it also feels like he’s taking it all away. She’d happily give it all away.

Kissing her feels like sunshine. It feels like warmth and softness and cocoa butter. It feels like something to get lost in, something that has no use in fighting because it could so easily overpower him. Her lips completely capture his own, and he doesn’t feel like he’s in charge even though he’s the one who kissed her. He feels like his heart is exploding and beating a new all at once. He knows it then. Without the need for any pain, or folklore, or history book. She’s completely and utterly his everything right there. It’s instantaneous. It’s immediate. It’s all consuming. And he’s not fighting it once so ever.

“Why the hell did you make me wait that long?” He growled nipping his way down to her throat.

She moaned and it made his hips buck beneath her.

“I--I couldn’t read how you felt. And it scared me. F--Fuck your teeth are sharp.”

He immediately retracts his mouth peering down at her with nervous eyes, all of his confidence vanishing. It reminded her of the story her mama had told her of not wanting to scare people with his fangs as a child.

“No, good sharp Shawn. Very good sharp.” She assured him and tugged him in again.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you want this?” He mumbled rubbing his nose against hers.

“I’m sure. Come here. Please.”

She doesn’t go to bed cold that night.

***

*Athena’s point of view*

The next morning is full of loaded glances and awkward smiles. He turns his back respectively as she pulls on a new shirt for the hike back down. He catches her staring when he goes to do the same. She pretends that her cheeks don’t warm when he catches her, and thanks god for the melanin. They pack up their camp and prepare to leave. The first time, for what are sure to be many, she trips over a rock he finds the guts to hold her hand. His fingers are warm intertwined with hers, and it feels so fucking high school and so overhwelming and perfect all at once.

“Why don’t you just...let me lead you down this time, aye? Don’t want you getting hurt.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Okay, big guy. I’ll let you protect me, if it makes you feel better.”

“The sooner you recognize that all those powers of yours will do you know good the second you hit yourself in the head with a rock and bludgeon yourself, the better. There are somethings I can do better than you ya know?” He taunted.

“I’m a little clumsy, so what? I’m supposed to have you carry me down the mountain in your big strong arms?”

He grinned. “If you want, honey. Just say the word.”

Dumb. So dumb.

They scale down the rest of the path together in search of her car with their fingers intertwined. Her mind is still a little blown. She ran her fingers over neck where his five o’clock shadow had rubbed her. She could still feel where his teeth had nipped at her jaw, and the way her thighs tightened. More than anything she could feel the way her stomach had felt like it was floating. How he had made her feel light and open and happy. God.

At the car, they stuff her trunk full, and when he closes it he wastes zero time pressing her gently into the side. She didn’t know she could miss the feel of his hips against hers until she had it again.

“Could I uh drive home with you? I’ll shift and run home from there.” He whispered.

She smiled softly. “How come you wanna come home with me?”

He rolled his eyes and rolled his neck playfully before hiding a chuckle into her neck. It feels so good to be with him in this way.

“I don’t wanna say goodbye yet, okay? I’m just not ready.” He admitted. “Is that okay?”

“Me neither.” She tells him quietly. “Please come with me.”

“Yea? Can I kiss you again first?”

“I think I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”

God they were so dumb.

The drive home is spent listening to the radio and holding hands on the center console. It’s easy. So incredibly easy after all the time they spent fighting and disliking each other. She doesn’t have to be afraid anymore. It’s like a huge weight off her chest, and all that she’s left with is this thing that is new and exciting and comforting. He sings in her ear and it makes her heart feel warm. He just is there and it’s so intoxicating. She doesn’t know how to contain herself. She doesn’t want to let it go.

“I think you should let me take you out.” He murmured.

She peered over at him from the road with a playful grin on her face.

“Yea? Where are you gonna take me? The diner?”

“Noooo. Girl, I’ve got moves you haven’t even seen yet. Things you can’t even imagine!”

Athena found this to be particularly funny. Shawn did not.

“Moves! You’ve got moves, aye?!”

“Keep on laughing at me and you will get none of this loving, do you hear me? None of it.”

She keeps laughing, peering from the road to the face of this adorable ass idiot. One second it’s just them and the road and everything is fine. The next, she peers back from his face to the road and there’s something there.

“Shit!”

She slammed on the break, jerking the wheel to the left to avoid the blur of brown moving into the road. Shawn’s arm is suddenly there across her stomach like a shield as they spin out against the road. Her heart slams just as aggressively against her sternum, and she gasps as her fingers lock against the steering wheel. The car jerks again until stopping in the middle of the road.

“What the hell was that?!” She screamed, dazed and confused.

“That was a wolf. Are you okay? Are you hurt?” He asked reaching across the console to touch her face.

She nodded hesitantly. “I’m okay. I’m alright.”

“Okay. Just wait here. I’ll be right back!”

“Shawn, wait--”

He threw himself for the car peering over at the space where the animal had been. He was only out there for a few moments before he began tugging his shirt off in the middle of the road and running back to your car.

“It’s the scent! It’s the fucking wolf that’s been terrorizing the town. I’m gonna go after it. Drive back to my place. Tell whoever is there. I’m gonna follow it.”

“W--Wait. Shawn, you don’t even know who that is. Maybe we should just drive back together!”

He shook his head. “Sweetheart, we can’t risk it. I’m gonna be fine. Listen to me, okay? I’ll be fine. Just go.”

“But...But Shawn!”

“Go!”

Her nerves are absolutely frazzled the rest of the drive back. She can’t stop thinking about what the hell Shawn could possibly be doing. And sure, he was an alpha; he was the alpha, but that didn’t mean he had any clue what he was up against. Whoever or whatever was out there had been masterly avoiding them for weeks. Now, all of a sudden they just plop straight in the middle of the road in front of them? What the hell were the chances of that?

She gets back to his house somehow without crashing and is barely out of the car before people are greeting her outside. It’s Brian, Jasmine, Connor, Zeubin, and Lily all having heard her tires screeching on the asphalt.

“What’s wrong? Where’s Shawn?” Brian asks.

She points out into the woods where she’s fucking hoping they can hear them and tries to explains without passing out. But, her heart is hammering in her chest, and something is telling her that this isn’t right. It doesn’t feel right.

“Okay. Jasmine, Zeubin, and Lily with me. Connor you stay here with Athena. We’ll go make sure everything is okay.” Brian ordered.

“Excuse me? Fuck that. I’m going too!” Athena challenged.

Brian’s eyes flashed gold, a sign of his betaness and general assholerly.

“You will stay here. All you’ll do is get in the way.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m more powerful than you. That is a fact. And I’m not sitting here like a fucking limp rag while you go out and defeat the bad guys. It’s my town to protect too. Now stop fucking arguing with me and let’s go!”

Everyone peers between the two of them, no doubt trying to figure out who has the higher rank, Shawn’s right hand man in the pack, or the most powerful witch in the town. She’s not interested in the time it’s going to take them to figure it out though, so she stalks off into the woods until everyone else follows.

“You can’t just go walking there! You’ll slow us down. You can climb on my back when I shift and I’ll take you.” Connor offers.

She smiles at him. And they say maturity comes with age. Not always.

The rest of them must decide for themselves that she’s not taking no for an answer, because they all spring into action. She watches them shift and it’s a little more unsettling than she cared to admit. Suddenly she’s surrounded on all sides by wolves that are taller than her head on all fours. Except for Connor who quickly barks and kneels down in front of her. The kid standing before her just minutes ago could have never taken all of her weight on his back. Now, she feels tiny climbing to nestle herself in his fur. Her fingers dig into his fur for something to grab onto. He barks at her and at first she thinks she hold on too tight, but as soon as he begins to move she realizes he’s asking her to grab tighter.

As a group they all tear into the woods. She keeps her face hidden in Connor’s fur to ignore the blur of trees that was sure to give her whiplash. Athena can only imagine that everyone is running based off of smell, of Shawn’s scent. She on the other hand is going strictly off fee. Something had changed the moment he kissed her. She could send him even now, even while they were apart. At her prime that wasn’t something that she could do with other people. Maybe a few feet away, but nothing this great of a distance. She could feel every emotion going on inside of him and they were miles apart. It didn’t make any sense.

Just fucking wait for me, she thought to herself. She can feel his confidence, tilting a little over the edge of cockiness. There’s this straight edge focus that comes with being the alpha, along with this crippling need to protect. The wildest thing about it all is that underneath all of those emotions, she can feel love. She knows that it’s love because it’s almost like a color in her mind. A brightness that shines through all of the other emotions running through him like a current. Only now, his emotions are no longer hidden from her. She can see what’s behind them. And it’s her. He’s thinking of her even now, even in the middle of a fight. And he’s thinking of her with love.

And that’s when it happens. One second she feels elated, overcome with emotion. And the next she’s in pain. Like heart stopping, blood curdling pain. Hers fingers lock down on Connor’s fur and she lets loose a scream that rips through her chest and out into the world. It’s the most painful thing she’s ever felt in her life. It feels like a hole is being punched through her chest, like someone is trying to rip her heart out. Tears pour hot and fresh from her eyes and she nearly loses herself on Connor’s back. She only knows that it’s not her because she feels that she’s linked to him, tethered so tightly that the bond between them feels taunt enough to snap. It’s him. He’s in pain.

“SHAWN! SHAWN IS IN TROUBLE!” You sobbed.

There’s a chorus of whimpers amidst the whooshing of the air against the trees. And then suddenly they’re all moving faster. The closer she gets to him the more his pain resonates within her And the more it does the more she begins to feel hot. The pain is searing and it’s bone deep, with a heat that begins to boil in her gut alongside it.

They make it through the woods and into the clearing and she practically tumbles off of Connor and onto the grass.

He’s there. She can tell it’s Shawn because of the shade of his fur, a chestnut brown close to his own hair color. The pain now is rippling hot in her. There’s another wolf on top of him that seems to take a bite out of his shoulder. Shawn lets out a wild bark that leaves her crying into the dirt. The other wolves run to intervene, but the wolf on top of Shawn is massive. And it looks nothing like everyone else. It’s hair is dark and matted. And its eyes are a sickly yellow color. When it bares its fangs, its teeth are sharp and yellow and huge, and Athena realizes where she had seen an image like it before. In one of the books her grandmother had shared with her for her training. That wolf was feral.

The wolf sinks its teeth into Shawn again before, Brian and Lily run head first to pull him off. As the others engage in battle, Shawn is left whimpering with these sad little mewels. It’s bad, she knows enough to know that it’s bad, can feel enough to know it’s bad. Her fingers dig into the dirt as she pressed her forehead into the earth and took a deep breath. There was a need for her to make it all better somehow. She felt a raw energy that was trying to climb it’s way out of her. One second she was just feeling all of Shawn’s pain and the next she just made a decision to end it.She works to visualize it in her mind, an outline that surrounds him on all sides in bright red. It’s just as unwavering as she could imagine, and it took so much out of her to even reach out and took it. She gritted her teeth and tug deep into the ground as she flexed a power that she’d never used before. Shawn’s whimpers died down almost immediately, and instead it was her who was left panting on the ground from the exertion.

When she came to, Connor was kneeled before Shawn nuzzling his head against the much larger wolf in an attempt to keep him company. But the other wolves were in the thick of a fight and it didn’t look like it was going well. The feral wolf was bigger than all of them, just smaller than Shawn, but more aggressive and less calculated. It was all brute force. Everytime one would launch themselves at it, the wolf would just slam them back. It didn’t look like it was three on one at all. Her connection to Shawn is now two fold. She can feel the anxiety and the fear for his pack, which translate into her own fierce need to protect. When the feral wolf throws Brian so hard into a tree that it snaps and falls over, Shawn howls and struggles to his feet. He can’t put any weight on his legs though and quickly falls over. All that he can do is bark and howl, and the frustration of this is enough to leave her feeling like she must do something.

She loses herself in it so quickly. Consciousness slips and all that she can feel is the power radiating from her fingertips. The air around them stills. The trees go silent. Her body ascends from the ground as the earth begins to shake from beneath her wrath. The wind that was nonexistent before comes roaring back, and her chest gets this odd sense of calmness before she lets lose another shocking scream as she directs all of her energy, all of her magic, all of everything that she is directly at the wolf. And then it all goes black.

***

Her head hurt like a bitch. That was the first thing she remembered. Her eyes fluttered open and the light in the room was so bright that she decided to just close them again. It felt like a long time before she opened her eyes again. This time when she did it was her mama standing over her with a washcloth pressed to her head. It was the washcloth that made her think of Shawn, and she immediately went to sit up only to get a whoosh of vertigo that sent her right back down to the bed.

“Lay back, girl. You’re exhausted.” She murmured pressing the cloth to her forehead again.

“Shawn, mama. W--Where is he?” Athena whimpered.

Edna rolled her eyes. “He is taking up all the space on my perfectly good couch. Something about not being able to be away from you. I take it you two finally figured out your mates then?”

“Mates?!”

“Woops.” She chuckled. “You’re mates, alright? All that frustration you were feeling, all that anger? Probably had more to do with the fact that you were fighting some very inevitable feelings than anything else. I meant it when I said it was your destiny.”

“But...But, if you knew we were mates why didn’t you just say something?”

“Because where’s the fun in that?” She snorted. “I can’t tell you nothing Athena. You have to learn your own way, and from what I hear about your little stunt in the woods, it worked.”

“What happened? I can’t remember any of it.”

“You got your active powers that’s what happened. You were able to manipulate the elements to basically create a giant tornado that knocked enough space between all of them. You saved their lives, child.”

“Me? I did?”

“Mhm. My baby.” She grinned playing with the blankets that were tucked around her. “There’s something I need to tell you though.”

“Okay, what is it?”

Edna sighed. “That wolf that attacked you all, the wolf that was responsible for the killings? That wolf was your daddy.”

“W--What? But you said...you said he ran away after my mom left town.”

“And he did. But remember when I taught you about feral wolves? The consequences for leaving one’s pack, for going without one’s mate, can lead to it. H--He wasn’t even himself anymore, baby. He hadn’t been in his human form for years and years. He probably didn’t even know what he was doing; he just felt pulled to this place because of everything that happened here.” She explained.

Athena picked anxiously at her blanket, eyes welling up against her will.

“Did I . . . Was it me?” She whispered.

Edna quickly leaned over and gathered her granddaughter up in her arms as the sobs began to rock her body jerkily.

“Shhhh. It wasn’t you, sweetheart. I swear.”

It felt weird to get emotional over a man she had never met. Her mother had only spoken good things about him when she was growing up, even though he hadn’t been able to come with her. She had only even seen him in pictures. Even as a child she’d been able to feel the love her mother had for him. As an empath it was her first glimpse at what that kind of love could feel like. And somehow she couldn’t help but feel like she’d played some sort of hand in taking it away.

There’s a knock on the door a few minutes into her crying spell. And it is amazing how instantly she can feel him there, on the other side of the door. In her heart she knows he’s there for her, just as the need back in the woods had consumed her to be there for him.

“You want me to let him in?”

She sniffled and nodded allowing her grandmother to kiss her forehead before she got out of the bed.

The door opens and the second she hears his voice, her heart calms.

“H--hey I’m sorry, I just couldn’t--”

He peers over Edna’s head and makes eye contact with Athena. He sees her tears and has to stop himself from moving around Edna. She can feel that

“Hi. Can I please come in?”

It’s a request for him just as much as it is for her. He needs her to feel better, because it’s the only way either of them are gonna feel better.

Edna left the two of them alone and he immediately crawled into bed beside her. When he took her into his arms it was immediate relief. Her face took refuge in his neck as the tears burned her eyes but he was there. There was so much to talk about, so much to learn. But, for now, this is all that they have and it’s all that they need. Just the comfort of each other. Nothing else.

***

Six months later

*Shawn’s point of view*

“We are going to be late.” She giggled.

“Mmm...just a few more minutes, baby please?”

His lips traced lines along her neck and trailed up and down her cleavage. This was his happy place. His oasis. His heaven even. Why on earth would he ever leave?

“You know I hate making your mother wait.” Athena whined while still arching her back to push her chest closer to his mouth.

“Mhm. Of course.”

“You know I can feel when you’re lying right?”

“Stop using my emotions against me! It’s not fair.” He grunted teeth finding a new patch of skin to latch onto.

They were thirty minutes late to Sunday dinner. It wouldn’t have been a problem if his shirt hadn’t been buttoned wrong, and his dad hadn’t caught them on the porch not wanting to go in if they could kiss some more instead. You win some, you lose some.

Sunday dinners had become much more enjoyable with her in attendance, and not just because she let him kiss her in his childhood bedroom while his parent’s cleaned the dishes. In the time that it had taken them to come to terms with being mates they had adjusted with incredible ease. The strongest witch in town and the alpha. It was kind of a duo. An incredible duo at that. And it certainly helped that they loved each other more than anything in the world, in a way that was so vast and consuming that it could sometimes feel overwhelming. The good news was he had this amazing person to lean on, and who actually understood him better than anyone ever could. She made his heart soar.

He cornered her in the kitchen after dinner, arms wrapped tightly around her waist so he could hide his face in her braids. He was just as obsessed with her now as he’d been the second he figured out they were mates. Perhaps even before. Definitely before.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me when you come to dinner with me.” He breathed.

She hummed softly. “I think I do actually. Just a little bit.”

“Funny. You know...it might be a lot easier to get us to these dinners if I didn’t have to go to Edna’s to pick you up every time.”

Her fingers inched underneath his shirt to draw shapes that made his knees weak somehow.

“Just what do you suppose I do? We’d get here a lot quicker if you weren’t so handsy.”

He peered down at her and rested his forehead against hers.

“Maybe if you moved in with me, I could learn a little time management.” He grinned. “What didn’t feel that one coming did you?”

She head buts him playfully, her full lips forming quite the gasp. The things that she did to him. He was so gone.

“You want me to move in with you and a bunch of messy wolves, aye?” She smiled.

He shook his head. “Want you to move in with just one messy wolf. There’s a guest house on the property. It’d be just you and me.”

Her eyes got all wide and her lips made this small little “o” that honest to god was the cutest shit he’d ever seen. Surprising her was his greatest accomplishment.

She bit her lip. “Just us?”

“Just us. What do you say?”

“Yes! Of course, yes! Are you kidding me? Yes.”

She hops up into his arms crashing their lips together passionately. It felt like a really important step to building their life together, to creating something sustainable for the two of them. She had caused all of his goals and his needs to change so drastically in such a small amount of time. He only wanted her happiness, her safety, her pleasure. It was all that mattered to him. And he could always rest easy knowing that she would feel the exact same way about him. They were all that mattered now.

The End.

A ko-fi would really be lovely as I’m poor tbh lol. 

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[jungkookiebus]

Coffee Shop (m)

Genre: smut, nonidol!au Word Count: 3.3k Pairing: nonidol!Taehyung x reader Warnings: cunnilingus, semi-exhibitionism (again), unprotected sex (be safe!) Summary: Taehyung has always been this illusive creature that was way out of your league so you settled for staring at him in bio chem. One night at the 24 hour coffee shop that you work at, Taehyung walks in and proves that he’s noticed you more than you thought.  

“Who are you looking at?” Jiwoo asked waving her hand in front of your face.

You were both in your early morning bio chem lecture and you most definitely were zoned out on the lecture and you were most definitely not looking at the professor.

“What?” you asked coming out of your reverie.

“I asked who are you looking at? You’ve been staring wistfully off in that direction for at least fifteen minutes.”

The lecture hall was huge with stadium seating so there was no way that Jiwoo would know exactly who you were looking at.

“I’m not looking at anyone.”

“Bullshit. I know that look. You basically have heart eyes right now. Spill it.”

“kimtaehyung,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What?” she asked leaning closer to your face.

“Kim Taehyung,” you said quietly.

Jiwoo leaned out to look over the heads a few rows down and scanned until she found who she was looking for.

“You mean the super-hot theater nerd that has a thousand friends?” she asked leaning back again.

“The same one.”

“I heard he’s dating Choi Seoyun.”

“Figures. She’s gotten everything she’s wanted since high school.”

“No offense, but I don’t think Kim Taehyung would look twice at either of us.”

“Okay, screw you,” you said feigning hurt.

“If I were him, I would date you, but that’s just me,” she added with a wink. “Maybe you should join theater.”

“Fuck. That,” you said firmly. “I would make a bigger fool of myself.”

“You’re right. I don’t know what to tell you, man.”

“For now, he’s nice to look at.”

_________________________________________

“It’s going to be slow tonight,” Yoongi said beside you while tying his apron.

You were both on the night shift of the 24 hour coffee shop you worked at. Being a university town, the coffee shop was normally busy during exams, but during the regular semester you rarely saw more than five students a night. Friday nights in particular were slow since most students were out partying.

“I brought some homework to work on,” you said straightening out some brochures on the counter.

“Wow, you’re boring.”

“What else would you like to do?” you asked leaning on the counter and putting your hand on your hip. “It’s not like we can clear out the tables and play basketball in here.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” he laughed.

You began pulling your books out of your bag and setting them on the counter. You had a clear enough space, a stool, and a good line of vision in case a customer walked in.

“Go play on your DS or something,” you said before jotting down some notes.

He huffed and walked away from you to go do whatever it was Yoongi did while you weren’t busy. A couple of hours later, around 11:30, the chime sounded on the door. You had been so fully immersed in your reading that you hadn’t even heard it, nor did you notice when someone walked up to the counter. That was when you heard a polite cough come from you left. You nearly jumped out of your skin, raking a few cups off the counter and throwing the brochures that you had arranged earlier.

“Shit!” you yelled while clutching your chest. When you looked up your breath caught in your throat. Before you stood none other than Kim Taehyung.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you that badly,” he said while a small smile crept across his face. “But I must say your reaction kind of made my night.”

You felt your face grow hot as you looked down. You really wanted to pass out and die right now. You cleared your throat and stood up from the stool and tried to plaster on your best smile.

“What can I get for you?”

“Uh, can I get some green tea please?” He scratched the back of his neck as if he were antsy. Taking this as a sign that you needed to hurry you immediately sprung into action.

“Yea! Absolutely!” You ran to set some water to boil, while dropping the thermometer you readied the tea to steep once the water got to the perfect temperature. You were trying your best to keep yourself busy, so that you wouldn’t look at him and be forced to make polite conversation. As it was right now, your mouth wanted to blurt out something stupid just to have a reason to talk to him, but you forced yourself to focus on your task at hand. At that moment Yoongi walked to the front from god knows where.

“Everything okay up here?” he asked looking between you and Taehyung.

“I scared the shit out of her,” you heard Taehyung laugh.

“Yea, well, I usually do that as a past time, but it looks like you beat me to it.”

You heard Taehyung laugh out loud this time, loudly.

“I’m fine, Yoongi,” you said bitterly without turning to look at him.

“Well, if you need me, I’ll just be in the back reorganizing everything for the fifth time.”

When you heard the swinging door’s rubber barrier slide across the floor, you grabbed the pot of water and slowly poured it over the tea leaves and set the timer to steep.

“So…,” you heard Taehyung begin.

You turned to see him still standing awkwardly at the counter.

“Yes?” you asked.

“You’re _____, right?”

Your hand slipped off the counter you were leaning on in surprise as you tried to play it off.

“…yes?”

“Bio chem with Kim?” he laughed at his own joke.

How in the hell did he know you had bio chem together? He always sat somewhere in front of you, so it’s not like he had seen you before.

“Yea,” you laughed. “It’s how I like to spend Monday and Wednesday mornings at eight a.m.”

He chuckled again while rearranging the brochures you had previously shuffled in your surprise.

“Listen, this might sound a little strange, but would you want to have some tea with me?”

You were pretty sure your eyes bulged out of your head.

“Right now?”

He looked around the empty café before turning back to you. “I mean, there’s not really anyone in here. Would you be able to? I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“Uh…I…yea…that’s totally fine! Though I’m a coffee girl really.” You busied yourself to start an Americano before your timer went off. “You can go find a seat if you want! I’ll bring your tea to you.”

Taehyung simply smiled and scanned the café for the perfect spot. Once he had turned away you quickly grabbed your phone to text Jiwoo.

[You]: Bitch!!! Taehyung is in the café and he knows who I am and he just asked me to sit and have tea with him!!!!! The fuck!!!!!!!

[Jiwoo]: Are you fucking kidding me?! Wait, how does he know who you are?

[You]: I’m wondering the same thing. I’ll text you once I find out.

The timer went off for Taehyung’s tea and you carefully took out the infuser. You looked up to see Tae sitting at a table in the far corner of the restaurant. You carried both mugs to the table and set his in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully as he pulled the steaming mug into his hands.

“I don’t mean to sound rude, but how do you know me?”

Taehyung choked on the tea he had just sipped.

“I’m sorry is it too hot oh my god I fucked up,” you started to ramble.

He held up both hands in surrender while trying to get over his coughing fit. “No, no it’s not that. It’s just why wouldn’t I know you?”

“…what?”

“We have class together.”

Oh. That’s what he was talking about.

“Y-yea. So…do you like bio chem?”

“Hate it.”

You laughed. “So do I. I wouldn’t have taken it if it wasn’t required.”

“Yea your major is pysch, right?”

It was your turn to choke on your drink as Taehyung made a face that read that he had released too much information.

“How did you know what my major is?”

“I, uh, saw your books on the counter when I was ordering.”

You thought back to your homework spread on the counter.

“Oh, shit, yea. I’m sorry. I thought you were psychic or something. Just very observant.”

“You’re funny,” he laughed.

“I’ll be here all night.”

The both of you fell into comfortable conversation with no one entering the café and Yoongi never made an appearance from the store room; he tended to either work on his music in there or take a nap. You were both laughing about something Taehyung had said when he unconsciously laid his hand on top of yours. You both froze as you felt your skin turn red hot under his touch. He quickly pulled his hand away and looked at you uncomfortably.

“I’m really sorry. I’m not sure why I did that.”

You were embarrassed because of course Taehyung wouldn’t be the slightest bit interested in you.

“It’s just,” he began looking away from you. “I’ve kinda had a crush on you for some time now.”

“Excuse me, what?”

“Okay, I shouldn’t have told you that, I’m clearly stepping over a boundary.” Taehyung made to stand up and leave, embarrassed by his confession. You grabbed his wrist before he could go any further.

“No! No, it’s okay, but what about Seoyun?”

He looked at you confused. “Who?”

“Seoyun, the girl…you’re dating?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Choi Seoyun? I most definitely have nothing to do with her. Last I checked she was a stuck up bitch.”

“I always wondered why someone like you would date such a wretched human being, but admittedly, I’ve stared at the back of your head since day one of bio chem.”

“Wow.”

“Oh god, that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever admitted.”

He laughed as he grabbed your hands from your face. “You’re cute,” he said kneeling down to your level as you sat.

You both stared at each other a second too long, the atmosphere in the café seemed to freeze, and your breathing became shallow. You felt too hot for your own skin and you were highly aware that you were wearing grubby clothes and a coffee stained apron. Before you could take a second breath Taehyung’s lips were on yours. You felt heat flush through your body as his soft lips moved over yours. They were everything you expected and then again, not at all. His hands were warm on your face and his breath quickened with yours. He broke away too soon and looked directly in your eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he whispered.

“So did I,” you said before grabbing his head and bringing his lips back to yours.

You both forgot that you were in the café for a few minutes when you heard the heater kick on loudly. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound and looked around as if you had just been caught. You grabbed Taehyung’s hand and drug him to a separate store room that wasn’t Yoongi’s napping spot. Once inside, you were both all hands and tongues as he pushed you up against a shelf, causing bags of coffee beans to fall to the floor but you were both too involved with one another to care. You busied yourself by untying your apron and letting it fall to the floor.

Taehyung reached for the hem of your shirt. “May I?”

“Yes,” you answered him breathlessly. He was quick in his movements. He had your shirt over your head in seconds and then his lips were back on yours. He grabbed the hair on the back of your head to bring it back as he kissed along the vein in your neck.

“I’m going to make it so that every time you walk in this room, you’re going to instantly soak your panties.”

“I think they already are.”

He chuckled against your neck as he slowly ran his tongue back to your ear where he brought your earlobe between his teeth. You pressed your chest against his as he moved his mouth down to suck the skin beneath your ear.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

Taehyung reached down to unbutton your shorts. “Is this okay?”

“Quit asking me if everything is okay and just do it.”

“As you wish.” Taehyung dropped to his knees and pulled your shorts and underwear down in one go as soon as he had the zipper down. A moan emanated deep from within his chest as soon as you were revealed to him. “Do you know how many times I imagined this when you’d walk into class? It was like you knew I’d be watching you. Except, when I thought of this happening it was more along the lines of having you laid out in my bed while I fucked you until you couldn’t remember your own name. You really are as beautiful as I imagined.”

He started to place soft kisses along your hipbone to your navel before travelling down. He brought his mouth down and you watched as his tongue slowly slid over your clit and in that instant his eyes snapped up to yours. You wanted to pinch yourself or check your temperature to make sure you weren’t having a fever dream; the sight below you was everything you had ever dreamed of. His dark hair was swept off his forehead and his eyes glistened in the overhead fluorescent lights. In was in that instance that you heard the chime from the front door. Taehyung gripped your thighs tighter and continued his assault on your clit.

“T-tae…I have to g-go help,” you whispered.

He pulled back from you to say, “Let Yoongi get it.” before diving back in. This time he sucked your clit into his mouth, eliciting a moan from you when you heard Yoongi greet the customer in the front. Your thighs were incredibly and thoroughly soaked at this point and Taehyung was not letting up. You heard the chime again as the customer left and a very aggravated Yoongi calling out your name.

“Be quiet,” Taehyung whispered heatedly against you.

You clapped your own hand over your mouth to keep from giving yourself away. Yoongi’s footsteps drew closer to the door and you held your breath in anticipation to him opening it.

“Did she really fucking bail?” you heard him grumble before moving away back to where he came from.

At that moment Taehyung stood up and turned you around. “Hands on the shelf.”

You did as you were told and unconsciously spread your legs. Behind you, you heard him unzipping his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He ran his hands down your sides and to your ass where he spread your cheeks, looking.

“Such a pretty ass, but that’s for another day. Can I?” he asked while rubbing his cock in between your legs.

“What did I tell you about asking?” you panted. You were so ready to get fucked that you felt your whole body throbbing.

Without a word, he slid slowly inside of you. You both stifled a moan of satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking tight, ______.”

“Yea, well, it’s been a while,” you tried to joke.

“No one is going to fuck this tight cunt besides me from now on.”

Heat flushed through your body at his words. The prospect of a next time that didn’t involve a store room filled with coffee beans excited you. You felt his breath hot on your neck as he leaned down into you. His strokes inside of you were long and deep; he was taking his time with you. You felt his long fingers travel up your stomach and to your breast where he cupped you lightly before pinching one of your nipples through your bra. Your fingers gripped the shelf in front of you tightly; trying to hold yourself up and keep most of the contents from making noise.

“Do you think Yoongi will hear us?” he whispered in your ear.

“I hope not,” you gasped. His pace inside of you was still too casual. Part of you wanted him to fuck you into next week because that’s what you wanted, and the other part wanted it over so you didn’t get caught with your pants down at work. Something told you that Taehyung liked the excitement of this semi-public tryst. “Do you fuck people at work often?”

He laughed lowly as he took a step back, taking you with him, and never leaving his position inside of you. He ran his hand slowly up your back until you were at a ninety-degree angle, gripping the next shelf down, and grabbed your hips again. He leaned down low over your back to bring his lips to your ear once more. “No, just this girl I’ve been checking out since the beginning of the semester.”

This time his pace quickened. Your ears were filled with his skin hitting your ass at a rapid pace, his heavy breathing, and the roaring silence of the café beyond the door. Taehyung reached around to grab your throat and bring you back up against his chest.

“I can’t wait until I have you writhing beneath me, wrapped up in my sheets, and begging me to stop.” He was trying to get you to come as quickly as possible. He brought his fingers to your clit. “I’m going to taste this sweet pussy of yours and I’ll never be able to come back from it. I have a feeling I’m going to want to be between these legs for quite some time.” Your head fell back against his shoulder as you concentrated on his words, his fingers on your clit, and his heavy cock sliding in and out of you. “Then I’m going to fuck you until those pretty brown eyes roll back in your head. I’m going to find out your every fantasy and play them out for you. I want to worship this body every chance I get.” Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you clenched hard around him feeling your orgasm as harshly as stepping outside on a hot, summer day. “And then when you think I’m done with you, I’m going to do it all over again.”

He pulled out from you, but held you close as you regained feeling in your legs; wrapping an arm around your waist affectionately. He kissed down your neck and shoulder before letting go to gather your clothes. He sat them on the shelf before pulling up his own pants.

You turned to look at him. “What about you?”

He looked down at his watch. “You get off in, what, an hour?”

You nodded.

“One thing you’ll find out about me,” he said walking up to you and placing a hand on your cheek, “is that not only do I want to make sure you’re satisfied, but I do like to play; you know, edging, overstimulation, and the like. That also means I like it done to myself. Let’s just say I’m saving myself for when you get off work.” He finished his statement with a wink.

You gulped, wondering exactly what he was into, and it also peaked your arousal again.

He kissed you lightly on the forehead. “I’ll meet you here when your shift is over.”

He watched as you dressed and then bid you a good rest of your shift before heading out. Yoongi came out of the other store room, looking aggravated at having to help someone when he heard the chime on the door.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he asked looking you up and down. “And why do you look freshly fucked?”

[fanfictionaries]

Love and Academia Ch. 4 - First Impressions and Freak Outs

Pairing: AU Professor!Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Swearing, smut, NSFW/18+ only, mentions of death/violence/suicide

Author’s note: We finally get to see how Emily reacts to seeing Bucky again! Scandalous! 

And as always, I do not currently have a beta reader so please excuse any larger issues. it’s just little ol’ me!

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“Hey Doc, did you want your books packed alphabetically by author or by subject?” Emily yelled, looking at the numerous shelves of books. Leave it to Dr. Erskine to wait until the last minute to pack thirty years’ worth of stuff.

When Emily didn’t hear a response, she huffed and began to take books down from the shelves. “Subject it is,” she said to herself, separate the books. She was in the process of deciding whether The Psychology of Scientific Research would go under self-help or hard science when her phone chimed. Shrugging, she threw the book in the self-help pile and grabbed her phone from Dr. Erskine’s messy desk.

Natasha:

Ready to talk about what happened?

Every day for the past week Natasha had sent her the same text and every day she had ignored it. She had shown up to Emily’s apartment the morning after their night out with a giant iced mocha and blueberry muffins insisting that she talk about it. Emily couldn’t blame Natasha for being so concerned. Even though she kept trying to forget what had happened, the night continued to play over and over in her head.

Emily had stayed in the dark alley for probably longer than she should have. The pulsing music from inside of the bar like a faint and distant heartbeat as she leaned against the cold brick and tried not to cry. She took deep breaths, but it was no use. The more she tried to calm herself down, the more her eyes began to sting, and her breathing picked up speed. Finally, she pushed herself off of the wall and reentered the bar. Emily pushed through the crowd until she spotted a flaming head of red hair in a distant corner. Natasha sat atop Steve’s lap, whispering something into his ear that made him look excited and horrified all at the same time. Emily all but ran to her, feeling herself quickly losing her cool. When Natasha noticed her friend approaching, she looked at her with a mask of confusion.

“Babe, what are you still doing here? I thought you left with—”

“I need my stuff,” Emily said, looking anywhere but at the happy couple in front of her. Natasha stood from Steve’s lap and pulled Emily’s things from her back pocket. Steve stood too, looking at her with the same concerned face as Natasha.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, handing Emily her things. Emily quickly pulled up the Uber app and busied herself with it.

“Yea…well no. I’m going home,” she admitted, feeling tears begin to well.

“What happened honey?” Nat placed a hand on Emily’s shoulder, but she shrugged her off, knowing that any kind of comfort would cause her to break down. She was not going to sob in the middle of a bar. She absolutely refused.

“Nothing. I’m just going home.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

Emily’s head shot up, looking at her best friend fully for the first time. She looked worried and scared and Emily realized that she was making things seem much worse than they actually were, “No, no, you stay here—" she forced a smile on her face, “—It’s just been a lot today. I need to go home. But you stay, let the hunky farm boy take you home.” She shot Natasha a teasing wink but could see from the look on her face that she didn’t really believe her. Yet, Natasha didn’t press anymore. She merely nodded and told Emily to let her know when she got home safely. Emily agreed and waved Natasha and Steve a goodbye before exiting the bar and standing on the street corner as she waited for Mark, her driver, to get there.

It wasn’t until she locked the door to her apartment behind her and saw the empty spaces where Clint’s stuff used to be and the key left on the kitchen counter, that Emily sunk to the floor and cried.

So, instead of fessing up to what was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life, Emily said that she didn’t want to talk about it and eventually was able to change the subject to how things had gone with Steve. Apparently, Steve was from Minnesota, but most of his family now lived in and around Pocatello. He did not call his mom or grandma every Sunday, but that was because he went with them to Church. Truthfully, she had never seen Natasha so excited over a guy before. It surprised her to find out that they hadn’t slept together that night. It surprised her even more when Natasha confessed that she didn’t mind – no one, man or woman, had ever bothered to get to know her outside of a sexual manner.

Shaking her head, Emily closed the text message and opened up her music. If she was going to do this job by herself then she was going to do it with a bit of music. Finding something punky and upbeat, she pressed play and turned up the volume. She bobbed her head to the heavy drum beat and bounced slightly from foot to foot as she continued to pull books from the shelves. She let the music take up space in her mind as she worked, hoping it would keep her from thinking. Unfortunately, just like every other moment for the past week, Emily couldn’t stop thinking about that last Friday. God, she was such an idiot. She hadn’t been good enough for Clint to not cheat on and apparently, she hadn’t even been good enough for a complete stranger to have sex with, in an alley. What was wrong with her? Why was she not good enough? What happened with Bucky was so completely out of character for her. Never in her life, through everything, had she ever wanted to be anyone but herself. Then, she has one failed relationship and all of a sudden, she felt the need to try and be someone else? Maybe she was just desperate to connect with someone after finding out about Clint and Sharon. They dated for two years, they lived together, and then he just cheats in their bed? She should be upset about that. She should want to fly off the handle and have sex that means nothing with a stranger in an alley to feel wanted, right?

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to think of happy things. Like the fact that dinner at the Erskine’s that past Sunday had been nice. How they had told her all about their plans to travel the Pacific North West and see some of their extended family. She also had working with her idol to look forward to. Dr. Erskine hadn’t mentioned what day Dr. Barnes was due to show up, but as classes started Monday and it was Thursday, she imagined he’d be there to set up his office soon. She had taken the time this past week, while trying to distract herself, to compose a list of all the questions she wanted to ask him. The questions ranged from life/career questions to specific research methods from a few of his papers and she was stoked to get the chance to ask them. A particularly favorite song of Emily’s started to play from her phone, and she smiled, tossing a book in the history pile as she got into it.

“So, you were born in an electrical storm. Took a bite out the sun and saw your future in a machine built for two!” she sang loudly, shaking her hips and whipping her hair back and forth.

“Um, excuse me. I think this is my office,” a voice called over the music, startling Emily in the middle of what she thought to be a private moment. She scrambled for her phone and turned the music off before looking to the doorway and feeling her stomach drop all the way through her lower abdomen and out of her body. In the doorway looking, if at all possible, even more handsome than she remembered, stood Bucky. What the hell was he doing here?

“What the hell are you doing here?” Bucky asked. Apparently, he and Emily had the same thought process. Except, he was asking the right questions while she was busy doing her best impression of a fish out of water.

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” Bucky stalked towards her; his height even more apparent now that she was in her usual pair of sneakers instead of sky-high heels. Emily tipped her head back to look at him as he continued to talk, eyes frantic and wild, “Look, I don’t know how you found out where I work, but you need to leave.” He grasped her upper arm and attempted to lead her towards the door.

“Back off man—" Emily pulled her arm from his grasp and walked back to the desk to grab her phone, “—I work here you crazy.”

“What? That can’t be right!”

Emily picked up her phone, opening the keypad, “Listen man, I’ve been here for three years and there are plenty of professors that would vouch for that. I doubt they could say the same for you, so give me one good reason why I shouldn’t call campus security on you.”

They stared at each other, Emily’s heart beating out of her chest. Pride filled her at her ability to think so quickly on her feet in a tense situation. When Bucky didn’t answer, she began to type in the number.

“Ah, Emily, Dr. Barnes, I see you’ve already started introductions without me,” Dr. Erskine announced as he entered the office. Oh no. No. This could not be happening. “Sorry, I wasn’t here to introduce you two, but you know how Dr. Addison gets. She wanted to give me all types of travel advice. Took forever to get away. Now, Emily this is Dr. James Barnes and James this is Emily—”

“Colvert. Emily Colvert, my graduate student,” Bucky, or Dr. Barnes now, finished for him, his eyes boring into Emily as he finally put all the pieces together. While Dr. Barnes appeared to be fitting the last pieces into place, Emily was dying on the inside.

“Yes, and your teaching assistant for the year as well. You’re very lucky, she’s one of the best in the department,” Dr. Erskine stated matter of factly. Emily smiled tensely at his compliment and ran her fingers through her hair. Dr. Barnes hadn’t stopped staring at her since he’d entered the office and it was beginning to freak her out.

“Well, Dr. Barnes, I apologize for the office not being ready yet. Turns out a lifetime career of things is a lot harder to move than I originally thought,” Dr. Erskine laughed, “Had to call in reinforcements to help.” He motioned to Emily and she forced a laugh at his attempt at a joke.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, Dr. Erskine. I just came by to finish up some paperwork at Human Resources and I thought I’d check out the workspace first. And please, call me Bucky,” Dr. Barnes said, finally looking away from Emily. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Of course, Bucky. Feel free to call me Abraham. You know, since you’re here, why don’t we all grab some lunch?” the older man suggested. “It’ll be a great opportunity for us to discuss the position and Emily’s research.” Dr. Erskine gave her a wink, clearly under the impression that he was doing her a favor. If only he knew how wrong, he was.

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude. I don’t want to interrupt the work you’re doin—”

“No, no intrusion at all, it’ll be fun. I know a great Mexican place just five minutes away.”

“Well, alright, it would be nice to ask you some questions about the university,” said Dr. Barnes.

“Perfect! El Herradero it is!” Dr. Erskine slapped a hand on Dr. Barnes’ back and started to exit the office before he turned back around to face Emily, “Coming Marty?”

“Yea, Doc. Right behind you.”

It was a long and awkward five minutes to El Herradero. Dr. Erskine continued to chit chat away, completely oblivious to the thick haze of tension present. His constant talking was only interrupted by the occasional response from Dr. Barnes. Doctor James Freaking Barnes. You’ve got to be freaking kidding me! Emily wanted to scream. She wanted to run. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole! But instead she sat quietly in the back seat, freaking out internally. This could not be happening. She had almost slept with not only her new advisor, but her academic idol. She had no idea what this was going to mean for her future. Would he still agree to take her on as a graduate student? Or would she be left to fend for herself among the other professors? What if word got out and she was socially shunned from every ecological convention in the country? She’d never get her PhD. She’d never get a collegiate teaching position. She’d end up teaching science to a bunch of middle schoolers that just wanted to know where farts came from. Worst of all, she wouldn’t be able to answer that. She wasn’t that kind of scientist!

“Marty.” Dr. Erskine waved a hand in front of Emily’s face, bringing her from her spiraling thoughts.

“Sorry, I was just thinking. What did you say?”

“I was just telling Dr. Barnes here how you based your thesis on his work. Are you alright? You’re usually very present.” Dr. Erskine assessed her with a shrewd expression. Why on earth would he say that? The day just kept getting worse and worse.

“I’m fine, it’s just been a crazy week. You know, classes are starting soon, and I’ve got to format the last of my data and start drafting an outline for my thesis,” she lied and looked down at her menu even though she knew she’d get the same thing she always got – chicken enchiladas.

“Ahhh of course. Emily here is one of our hardest workers in the department. I’d say you’ll find her in the building more often than not,” Dr. Erskine bragged, and Emily couldn’t help but feel a tad embarrassed. The whole thing felt similar to when a parent won’t stop bragging about you to a stranger that’s clearly uninterested. Emily could feel her face begin to heat up and bit the inside of her lower lip.

“Really?” said Dr. Barnes a heavy layer of surprise in his voice. While it might have seemed innocent enough to anyone else, Emily couldn’t help but feel insulted that he would be surprised at her abilities. Was it because she was a woman? Or was it because he had his mouth wrapped around her nipple less than a week ago? Her face turned pink at the thought. Her mind began to spiral again. Was he surprised because he thought she had known who he was that night? Did he think that she had purposefully tried to sleep with him to gain some upper hand? The thought made her skin crawl. Emily Colvert was a lot of things, but she most certainly was not a woman who slept her way to the top.

“Well, while she’s incredibly bright, it takes much more than brain power to accomplish what she has. Why don’t you tell Dr. Barnes, sorry, Bucky, a bit about your research? I’m sure he’d be very interested to know more,” Dr. Erskine raised his eyebrows at her, his way of communicating that now was her chance to impress the man she hadn’t shut up about for three years.

Emily cleared her throat and sat up straighter. If Dr. Barnes did think that she was incompetent, then she needed to prove him wrong. “Well, the origin of my studies is quite simple actually. Large populations of whitebark pine, pinus albicaulis, are dying in Northern Idaho and no one knows why. Certainly, the common threats to the species are present: wildfires, pathogens such as Cronartium ribicola, you might know it as white pine blister rust, and the mountain pine beetle Dendroctonus ponderosae. Wildfires tend to really only affect the southern regions; my focus is on the northern regions where the death rate is significantly higher than in past years. It appears that the number of trees infected with blister rust has nearly tripled in the last five years. The same can be said about the pine beetle. No one has looked into what has caused these two threats to increase in the location. My hypothesis is that it’s due to climate change. Longer, warmer summers and shorter, wetter winters has made it possible for each to thrive in the areas where whitebark pine are most prevalent.” During her whole explanation, she felt the nerves leave her body and her confidence return. By the end, Emily was looking Dr. Barnes in the eyes.

“That’s where you research comes in of course,” Dr. Erskine added. “Your work on the linkages between climate change and the dynamic aspects of large-scale forest extinctions in North American climates, was very enlightening for Miss Colvert.”

Dr. Barnes brought a hand up to his chin and rubbed at the stubble there as he stared at her. The expression on his face made her feel a bit smug. He was clearly impressed. However, her smugness was short lived when a few seconds later a flash of light caught her eye and drew her attention to his hand. His left hand to be exact. There, where it most definitely had not been before, was a wedding ring.

“Are you going to tell me why I had to fake an emergency call this afternoon or are you going to just continue to pace back and forth?” Natasha asked from her place on the couch.

When Emily had seen the ring on Dr. Barnes’ hand, she immediately texted Natasha from under the table to call pretending to have some kind of emergency. Lucky for her, Natasha had gotten the message right away and a few seconds later she was out the door of the restaurant with a few apologies before someone even came to take their order. Emily stopped her pacing and picked up the bottle of wine from the coffee table. She took a second to ponder the thought of pouring it into one of the glasses in front of her, before chugging straight from the bottle.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Nat said, getting up from the couch and tearing the bottle out of Emily’s hand, “I’m just going to keep this.”

“I almost slept with my advisor!” Emily blurted the words out, unable to keep them in anymore.

“Gross, isn’t he like a billion years old? I mean, we’ve all got daddy issues to a certain extent but that’s…”

“No, not Dr. Erskine! Dr. Barnes!”

“Who’s Dr. Barnes?” asked Natasha.

Then it dawned on her. In the crazy whirlwind of her Clint dilemma, Emily never told Natasha about Dr. Erskine retiring. Taking a deep breath, Emily ran her fingers through her hair and decided to start from the beginning. By the time she had finished, Emily plopped herself down onto the couch beside Natasha.

“So, let me just make sure I’ve got this right. Your current advisor is retiring and being replaced by the Justin Timberlake of ecology who also happens to be the incredibly hot guy you hooked up with the other night at the bar and to top it all off he’s also married?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck—" Natasha took a deep swig of wine from the bottle and handed it over to Emily “—I think you need this more than I do.”

Emily took a sip as she nodded, staring in the deep abyss where Clint’s TV used to be. Now it was just an empty entertainment center. The longer she sat there, the more anger began to bubble up inside her. Who did this guy think he was? He was a married man and he’d made her the other woman!

“What are you going to do?” asked Natasha, voice cutting through the muffled haze the wine created.

“I have no clue.”

[dontatmethanks]

Easy Baked Birthday

A leviHan fic (family AU)

AN: It might be really late but I wrote this little fic for Sasha’s birthday because I really love that girl 🥔 💕💕💕💞

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Levi and Hange were sitting in bed together, backs against the headboard. Hange was working on her tablet while Levi was readings through a case file from work. It was nine pm on a Wednesday and the kids were already in bed getting their rest for the school day tomorrow.

Hange gives her husband a sideways glance.

“Do you know what next week is?” She asks

Levi closes the file and places it on his night table. He then turns to Hange, giving her one of his blankets of stares.

His wife narrows her eyes at him.

He blinks back.

Hange gasps before slapping the back of her hand against his chest.

“Don’t tell me you actually forgot!” She hisses at him.

His face finally cracks, “ouch, I’m kidding.” He grins at her. “You think that I’d actually forget my daughter’s birthday?”

“Mmm, I would actually be shocked.” Hange smiles warmly at him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Aw, I can’t believe our baby Sasha is turning eleven.” Hange sighs sadly.

Levi nods and slips his fingers into Hanges loose hair, massaging her scalp softly.

“Our brats are growing too fast.”

Hange whines into his shoulder.

“Don’t start crying now, four eyes” He says too her, voice without malice, and presses a light kiss on her forehead. She shifts to look up at him with warm eyes.

“I assume that you already have the party planned” She asks him with an eyebrow raised.

Levi scoffs.

“Cooking mama themed, I’ve got it in the bag.” He says coyly.

“Should have seen that coming” Hange giggles.

She slips off her glasses and Levi turns the light off. He slips into bed with her, wrapping his toned arms around her midsection. In turn hange throws her leg around his waist and pulls him closer to her. He leans his head against her chest and sighs contentedly.

A few minutes pass.

“We need to get her something nice.” Levi whispers.

Half asleep hange responds, “We’ll go on Saturday, I’ve got this in the bag.”

“An easy bake oven?” Levi deadpans while staring at the pink and purple colored box. A girl is smiling at him while presenting a plate of perfectly decorated cookies. He wrinkles his nose.

“The mess this shit will make...” He sighs looking at Hange who is practically bouncing on the heels of her feet. They’re at their local target in the kid’s toy section where they had all the barbies and lego sets for girl, and apparently easy bake ovens. They were birthday shopping for Sasha while Levi’s cousins, Farlan and Isabelle, babysat the kids at home.

“I know she would love it Levi-look you can make mini pretzels and Brownies!” Hange gestures at the pictures on the box.

Levi sighs again. It’s true, he has heard Sasha gush about this certain item before, but she wasn’t the type of kid to ask for things.

But he’s weak against his children, so he’d spoil her rotten.

“I obviously can’t say no.”

Hange squeals and swipes the oven of the shelf and practically chucks into the shopping cart. She also grabs some extra cookie mixes just in case.

Shasha’s birthday lands on friday. With Erwin and his wife Maria’s help, they decide to throw the party outside since it’s summer. All of Sasha’s friends were invited, which was practically her whole class. Mike and Nanaba came bearing gifts, the later sporting a very pregnant belly. Oluo and Petra came with their five year old son Julian, bringing food and gifts as well.

Hange wonders how the hell did Levi actually manage to pull off a cooking mama themed birthday party. There were streamers with little cooking mama figurine cutouts hanging from them, a table sporting large array of food from the game, cardboard cutouts of the character, cooking mama themed plates cups napkins and birthday hats, the cake had cooking mama holding a frying pan on the top, the kids were even wearing little chef hats.

She chuckles while talking a bite of her lasagna. Levi comes up behind her and swipes a price of her garlic bread.

“You did an amazing job, Sasha looks so happy.” Hange tells him as they watch the birthday girl play freeze tag with Connie and their friends. Armin, Mikasa, Eren and Jean are hanging around with their friend group by the candy station and Historia is playing with her best friend Ymir and Erwin and Maria’s daughter Clementine near the pool.

After everyone eats, mingles and enjoys the festivities, they sing Sasha Happy birthday with her cake. Moblit takes pictures and videos for them like the proud uncle he is.

“Okay!” Hange claps her hands, “it’s time for the birthday girl to open her gifts!”

Everyone arranges themselves near the designated gift table and watch as Sasha eagerly tears through each one, pausing for a photo and to thank the person who gave it to her each time.

Nanaba and Mike got her a potato plushie that had a cute face on it, she thanks them with an ecstatic smile.

Erwin and Maria got her a light pink apron with her name embroidered on it, it had little potato shapes printed all over it. She immediately ties it on and thanks them, Erwin ruffles her hair and Maria kisses her cheek.

Petra and Oluo got her a set of beginner level cookbooks, Sasha gushes over them and everyone laughs.

“Okay, okay, open ours next!” Hange piped up as Levi places their perfectly wrapped gift in front of her. Sasha immediately rips into it as soon as Levi let’s go.

She gasps, eyes wide, when she finally sees what’s beneath the wrapper. She looks up at her parents then down at the gift then back up at them, mouth hanging open.

Levi grins and Hange giggles.

“Do you like it?” Her mother asks her.

“I love it!” Shasha boasts and tackles her parents with a violent hug. “Thank you!” Hange squeezes her tightly and Levi kisses her on the forehead.

“Anything for you brat, happy birthday.”

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AN: Yea a cooking mama themed birthday party was the first thing that came into mind for Sasha’s birthday 😭😭😂😂😂

(Here’s a quick little dumpy sketch to go with it💕)

[yellowdistress]

I was wondering if you’d do, like, an AU type thing where in the civil war chapter, Tony actually DOES find Peter’s stab wound?

So part of this one is just taken from the chapter itself, in case the root of the scene was blurry to anyone. It just has a twist in it, as requested! Hope you like it!

Peter supposed…later down the line, it had been his fault for walking into the apartment at four in the morning. But there was this defense, a defense that screamed in the back of his mind that it wasn’t fair because his father wasn’t supposed to be home. He was supposed to be overseeing an Avenger’s mission to Lago, away…at the Compound. Not in the city…Not sitting in the darkness of their apartment, waiting for Peter to come home.

He should have known his dad would take the theatrical approach to do so though…it was just…it screamed Tony Stark. Sitting in the dark like a film, before switching on the lights the moment Peter entered. It was just Peter’s shitty luck that it’d be the night he had spent hours in a gas station restroom, trying to staunch the blood flow from the knife wound he had received, right between his abdomen and rib cage. A good ol’ fashion slash that the brown paper towels had eventually slowed the results of but still…it had looked like a murder scene and Peter kept glancing down at his sweatshirt, with the hopes that there wouldn’t be a stain underneath. That his cover wouldn’t be blown so easily. Even though…obviously it had to some degree. 

Peter blinked as the new lighting in the room assaulted him suddenly, and he took in his father. His dad was staring at him, leaning back on the couch, but once the light was on, he leaned forward, looking at Peter darkly. A knot formed in the boy’s throat, and he fought the urge to just run out of the room…consequences be damned. 

“Dad!” Peter exclaimed, “W-w-what are you doin’ here?”

His father sat up, before pushing himself to his feet and Peter blinked several times, trying his best to drown the anxiety and act calm, but he was afraid his stuttering had already given away that this was not a calm situation in the slightest. His father approached him, tilting his head slightly, “You know, last time I checked I lived here with my son. But my son is walking in at four the morning and I’m kind of confused about that.”

Peter blinked rapidly, “Yea, I-I’m confused about that too.”

“Uh-huh,” His father crossed his arms over his chest, getting closer, “And is that why you’re sweating? Why you look like a mess and your pupils are blown? Because you’re confused, and did I mention it’s four in the morning?”

His voice got lower, more dangerous at the end. Peter swallowed thickly and replied, “I was just out…”

“Friday says you left at eleven,” His father snapped, “Didn’t tell me until about an hour ago because you even had the AI freaked the hell out. Where did you go without your cellphone? Why do you look like you just ran a marathon?”

Peter felt his heart rise into his throat, before he began to wring his hands together, chewing on his lower lip. He felt about ready to cry, which was not good, not in that situation, and he was suddenly grateful he had left his backpack at the gas station in the vent because if he had brought it in, his father was bound to rifle through it. The room suddenly felt very hot, and he felt smothered underneath the ceiling, despite them being so high up.

“L-like I said, I was out.”

His father stared. He stopped walking towards him and Peter looked up at him. The man’s jaw was set, and his mouth was in a straight line, making him nearly impossible to read. Peter had the urge to run to his room, but his senses weren’t going off, so he knew he was in no actual danger. His father would never do anything to hurt him anyway, but the look on his face was murderous and if Peter didn’t know him he might have been more afraid.

The man leaned down, close, eyes narrowing as he studied Peter’s face. Peter didn’t step back, but moved his head a little bit. It only took him a minute to realize his father was looking at his eyes, staring at them, and if his pupils were blown like his father had said, it was probably the remnants of patrol, the adrenaline. It took so long to get himself to calm down now, ever since the bite, ever since Oscorp.

“Did you take something?”

Peter’s stomach twisted, “What?”

“Drugs,” His dad snapped, “Did you take something?”

Horror crept into his bones. Surely his father didn’t think he was on drugs. But then again, Peter thought about how it could look. About how helooked, coming in so late with dilated eyes and sweat dampening his hair. This time Peter really did step back, jaw dropping and his voice cracking in contempt, “No!”

“Don’t make me give you a test.”

“I’m not on drugs!” Peter insisted, “I-I’m not, I promise! I was just out, being stupid.”

His father’s face was growing pinker by the second, “Peter, I swear to God – “

Peter jumped when his dad grabbed his wrist and pulled his sleeve up, exposing his arm. He then did the same to the other one and Peter jumped back, but didn’t pull out of his grip for fear he would pull too hard. He would be too obvious. His father ran a hand up his arm and Peter’s voice came out shrill, “I’m not…injecting myself, that’s crazy!”

“Crazy?” His dad asked, “No, you haven’t seen crazy. Peter, you gotta tell me what’s going on. Four in the morning? Really? You expect me to think you were just out acting stupid - “

His father stopped talking suddenly, eyes landing on Peter’s abdomen. Peter’s brows furrowed, before he followed his dad’s gaze, still cringing at how tightly he was holding his arms. But what Peter found was much worse, as a red splotch was growing over his sweatshirt, spreading and spreading. More brown really…but the appearance of blood was distinct.

There was hardly a beat before his father grabbed the hem of his shirt suddenly and yanked up. That was when Peter pulled away, and his father only caught a glimpse of the slash at the bottom of Peter’s rib cage. Forget being afraid of using his superior strength, his dad could just think it was adrenaline, but his father didn’t get a word in before Peter was turning and running towards his bedroom. His dad was shouting behind him, but Peter rushed in, ducking into the adjoining bathroom and locking the door behind himself.

Almost immediately, there was pounding on the door. Over and over again, then followed by his dad’s voice and he sounded angry, but also terribly worried, causing Peter’s stomach to drop. He grabbed the towel off the hook on the door, pressing it under his sweatshirt while he heard the man shout, “Open the door! Peter, what happened to you, open the door, right now!”

Peter slid down in front of it, just to block it in case his dad went absolutely crazy and tried to break it down. Peter swallowed thickly, and shut his eyes, leaning his head back as he continued to press to the slash that had already begun to stop bleeding again…asshole. If a slash could be an asshole, that one was, because it had bled just enough to grab his father’s attention - 

“Peter, open the goddamn door!”

“I’m fine,” Peter said, “It’s not bad, it’s already…it’s fine. Stop. I just ran into some guy, he cut me, it wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t wanna tell you because I knew I was out past curfew.”

A hand hit the door, “You are lying to me.”

“I am not!” Peter replied sharply, even though he was, but he couldn’t very well admit to being Spider-Man. He couldn’t admit to jumping around at night. “I’m - I’m not lying, you’re just…you’re overreacting, it’s barely a cut.”

“Yeah, you’d run like that if it was barely a cut.”

“Because you’re accusing me of doing drugs,” Peter’s eyes burned, “I know what this looks like. I know what you’re thinking, but I’m not…I’m not doing anything wrong or illegal, okay? I was just walking home.”

Okay…being a vigilante was probably illegal, but he wasn’t hurting anyone.

There was a long, long pause. Peter thought for a moment his father had moved away from the door or something, but then he heard a voice…no longer shouting at him, but this time…it was almost pleading…

“Tell me what’s going on. Tell me who hurt you…You have to talk to me.”

Peter bit the inside of his mouth, “I already told you.”

His father must have given up. Verbally at least…but he still heard his dad breathing on the other side of the door when he listened closely and attuned his hearing. The man’s heart was pounding, in the way it did when he was angry. Every once in a while, he would jiggle the doorknob, but other than that, he didn’t try to beat the door down.

Peter got up, using the emergency kit in his medicine cabinet to clean the cut himself and he covered it with a large sticky bandage. Hopefully it wouldn’t heal suspiciously fast. It was only good his father had only gotten a glance at it, because then he couldn’t determine what a normal amount of healing time was. Maybe he really would believe he had overreacted. After he finished, Peter piled towels into the tub, and on hour six…He went to sleep inside of it.

…

On hour nine, his father had somehow gotten the bathroom door open.

Peter didn’t open his eyes when he felt a hand carding through his hair. His father was leaning over the edge of the tub, to reach in towards him. Peter continued to feign sleep, like an infant in a crib.

He heard his father sniff back tears. Peter still didn’t open his eyes.

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BakuDeku: Villain Midoriya Izuku, excluding Rape/Non-Con & Underage Content Part I

Click here for Part II!

10 Series. 87 Works.

[Series] Villain!Deku AU by ichikonohakko ( M&E | 26,336+ | 14 Works | WIP )

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence: Part 9 + 10]

[Series] Villain Izuku Midoriya by GreyLiliy ( T&M | 184,055+ | 6 Works | WIP ) 

[Series] Suffocation by DeadDoveExtraordinaire, Raccoonheck ( G&M | 79,813+ | 5 Works | WIP )

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence: Part 1-3 + 5]

Lunchtime by ichikonohakko ( G | 3,102 | 1/1 )

Fucking Deku is sitting in Lunchrush Cafeteria like it was nobody’s business.

((The problem is that Katsuki found himself eating lunch with the vice-leader of League of Villains every fucking day and he motherfucking likes it))

Sleeping With Ghosts by lalazee ( M | 1,003 | 1/1 )

“I guess even heroes have to do their grocery shopping.” “Villains, too,” Katsuki said tightly. “Villains?” Deku blinked, gasping softly as he went to his tip toes and looked over the aisle divider. “Where? Shit, Kacchan, you’d better get on that!”

Written for KatsuDeku Week 2017, Day 2: Heroes/Villains.

Return the Favor by HummusKing ( T | 43,889 | 10/10 )

Instead of Katsuki Bakugou getting kidnapped, Izuku Midoriya risks his life and ends up being taken by the League of Villains. A rescue is ensured, but instead they come face to face with Deku next to All for One, calling him “Sensei”. They discover that Deku’s memories had been altered from the point when Bakugou tells him that if he wants a quirk, he can jump off the school roof and be reborn with one. He believes he did just that, and was reborn with a powerful quirk that rivals Bakugou.

He’d never admit it, but Bakugou had been saved by Deku in more ways than one, so now can he return the favor?

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

That Time Izuku Became a Villain by CaridwenAngetueur1 ( M | 2,819 | 1/1 )

That Time Izuku became a villain.

Series Part 4 of "That Time" series

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

Bleeding Red Roses by Cerra101 ( E | 19,382+ | 14/? )

Midoriya Izuku might be a tad bit crazy for a certain blonde Omega. 

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

[Series] My Husband Is a Villain and That’s Okay by pt_tucker ( T | 3,408+ | 2 Works | WIP )

My Chosen One by Meekorin ( E | 55,992 | 18/18 )

After All Might’s retirement, Bakugou is moody than ever. Fearing for his dear life that the explosive teen might eat him up, Izuku tries to keep his distance. But as soon as everything seems to finally work out for them, things start to fall apart by a higher power.

[Prototype AU]

[Series] ...Who are you, really? (BNHA) by Sleepy_Princess_Jade, toxic_pineapple ( T&M | 59,353+ | 4 Works | WIP )

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

It’s a Long Road to Redemption, Kacchan by fanfictioniwrite ( M | 20,912+ | 6/? )

Deku followed Bakugou’s advice and took a swan dive off the roof. Five years later they meet again and Izuku has a peculiar quirk that happens to be the hero’s greatest weakness. (“How does it feel to be quirkless, Kacchan?” AU: Villain!Deku, Bakudeku).

Wearing Our Vintage Misery by PeridotWraith ( E | 1,643+ | 1/? )

Izuku fought of the urge to retch as the stench of smoke and—oh god—his own roasting flesh reached him and reached frantically toward the man.

“Help me!” He screamed, “Please!”

But Endeavor just stood there, watching him burn.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Back to Reality by menengaur ( M | 46,975+ | 10/? )

Katsuki’s childhood friend disappeared when they were both seven. While everyone else gave hope, Katsuki made a promise to become the No.1 hero. If he couldn’t find Izuku, then he would at least destroy those who took him.

How will he react when Izuku returns with powers beyond what should be possible.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Always you by KingHugin ( E | 96,612+ | 18/? )

Just another villain Deku AU no one asked for.

Katsuki had always been one of the best heroes of his time - or so he thought. That is until he runs into an old rival who he would rather kill then try to save, unfortunately it does not go the way Katsuki planned. Now trapped in enemy territory Katsuki must learn what it is to be a hero when all the odds are stacked against him.

Maybe he could even save someone along the way.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Cuts Like a Knife by rainbowtourmaline ( T | 20,505+ | 10/? )

“Are you sure you’re not getting nostalgic for the good old days?” His mentor asked as Izuku turned back to look at Katsuki through his binoculars. “It’s never a good idea to dwell on the past my boy.”

“I’m not homesick.” Izuku said with bated breath, his knuckles turning white at how hard he was holding his binoculars. “Just hungry for vengeance and justice.” Or so Izuku believes at the time.

In a world where All Might didn’t say Izuku could become a hero, can Izuku be tempted back to the light side?

Light Through The Cracks by DeadDoveExtraordinaire, Raccoonheck ( M | 22,816 | 7/7 )

When Bakugou goes missing, Deku has to work with the heroes to get him back. Facing an uncertain future, the League of Villains, and the prospect of his mother finding out what he’s become, Deku is in a race against time to save Bakugou before his own mental health completely collapses.

Sequel to Bruises and Broken Glass

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

The Long Road Out Of The Dark by DeadDoveExtraordinaire, Raccoonheck ( M | 43,770 | 16/16 )

Deku finally gets the chance to live out his childhood dream of being a hero. At this point, he’d much rather be a villain.

Sequel to Bruises and Broken Glass and Light Through The Cracks

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Call Me... Deku by AnimeFanGirl2223 ( E | 33,523+ | 13/? )

Midoriya had enough of being insulted, being told no, being called quirkless. It was too much and he decided on a much darker path. BakuDeku; Angst to the max.

Or

A lone figure watched from a distance as Bakugo prostrated himself, hidden ominously behind the trunk of a large willow tree. He tilted his head to the side, finding the sight strange, but intriguing all the same. He knew the blonde would stay there for a while longer.

Katsuki always stayed until 8:56 every Friday night. It would seem odd to everyone else, but to those who knew what had happened, it made complete sense. Izuku Midoriya jumped off the roof of his middle school at 6:15 PM on a Friday and was pronounced dead at 8:56 just a week later, his broken body losing the battle against its injuries.

“Deku… the Master is wanting to speak with you.” A voice whispered.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

You shattered me, They saved me by ASLlover23 ( E | 8,748+ | 8/? ) 

Izuku Midoriya was a quirkless boy but he never let that get in the way of his dreams, even when Kacchan beat him and told him it was impossible to become a hero he never gave up. Until the day his hero, his idol All Might crushed him, he felt something in him break the day All Might told him he could never be a hero without a quirk. Good thing Tomura was there to help pick up the pieces, he’d make All Might regret the day he shattered the quirkless boy.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

brutality runs in our blood by 3rdgymbros ( T | 1,527 | 1/1 )

“New kids to babysit.” Izuku drawls out lazily, dropping a quick kiss onto Bakugou’s mouth. “Play nice with them, won’t you, Kacchan?” 

Game of Survival by odasaku (jemtessa) ( T | 11,160+ | 6/? )

“Today marks ten years since elementary school boy, Midoriya Izuku, disappeared.”

10 years ago Katsuki’s childhood friend Midoriya Izuku went missing after school one day, there has been no word on his friend since that day. Not until Katsuki and the rest of Class 1-A with the addition of Class 1-B go on a school trip for training camp in which the two of them are reunited…

the only problem Midoriya Izuku is a villain.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Tied Up With Strings by Penkindisbestspecibus ( M | 19,330+ | 4/?)

The legend of the ‘Red String of Fate’ is such that lovers who are destined to be together are bound by a single red string, and this string will inexorably draw them closer together until they fall in love. A romantic, wishful sort of myth.

Bakugou Katsuki has no idea what it is that seems to bind him to Midoriya Izuku, but if he had to put a name on it, he’d probably call it the ‘Black String of Hate’.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Marked as Claimed by Shadowolven ( E | 15,705+ | 4/? )

His pills weren’t working.

Shit. Fuck!

His pills weren’t working.

But the realization came far too late for Katsuki Bakugou. 

[Series]Izuku, Don't listen to Deku by Sleepy_Princess_Jade ( Not Rated | 12,923+ | 1 Work | WIP )

no hell had ever burned so sweet by 3rdgymbros ( T | 1,913 | 1/1 )

“But Kacchan, saving people is what heroes do. And I’m not a hero. Neither are you. We abandoned that title a long time ago, remember?”

Criminal by Aniimone ( M | 22,139 | 20/20 )

Izuku gave up on becoming a hero in middle school. It was after his mom died from an expensive but curable disease that he came to the realization that those who are strong enough to play by the rules are the only ones who can. The rest have to break them just to survive, and quirkless Izuku definitely doesn’t fit into the first category.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

oh, the skies (tumbling from your eyes) by ideation ( E | 6,425 | 1/1 )

Everything is a whirl of sensation and conflicting emotions and words that make both no sense and too much all at once, but despite the overload there is one undeniable truth that sticks, that tastes like bile in the back of his throat and fills his lungs like water until he thinks he’ll never again know what it is to breathe, and it is this: Midoriya Izuku loves him, and this is the result.

[Series] You can turn back time but you can't forget the things you've lost along the way by Aniimone ( T | 26,343+ | 2 Works | WIP )

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

The Past is Long Past Dead by Unoutan ( M | 5,736+ | 1/? )

Bakugou Katsuki hasn’t seen Midoriya Izuku since they were thirteen. Midoriya has been classified as missing ever since, All Might’s public admittance of failure before retiring his cloak to Togata Mirio. Thirteen years later, Pro-Hero Bakugou stumbles upon a familiar face in the Red Light District of Tokyo Nightlight during his patrols…

“D…Deku?”

“Eh? K-Kacch-” Slapping both hands over his mouth, Midoriya Izuku, with the same stupid wide green eyes looked at him.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Walking the Line by StormyChaos, TheatricalPlacenta ( M | 24,024+ | 3/? )

Izuku had been changing, though as it would seem, Katsuki was the only one to notice. It might have had something to do with the fact Izuku never acted differently around anyone but Katsuki, but this year… their senior year, it only seemed to get worse.

Like every mask, when worn constantly, it begins to erode… worn and torn, cracking under the pressure…

Izuku never thought he’d slip, but there he was, his heart walking the fine line between justice and villainy, unsure of just who he was… or what he’d become.

No matter what, one thing was for sure; Katsuki burned deep inside his core.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

[Series] as we both come undone by Amber_Flicker ( T | 2,692+ | 2 Works | WIP )

Innocence ( E | 3,372+ | 5/? )

He won’t cry. If they saw his tears, they’d call him weak. He isn’t weak. Yet, the tears still fall. Just as he thought, everyone laughs harder. Everyone except Kacchan.

No matter how much he yells that he hates Deku, he doesn’t. He genuinely cares about him, and seeing Deku look like shit is bringing out some weird protective side in him.

[Series]The Wolf by BrightEyesEren for SlendShady(1-3), Star_Princess, FireFaithe(4) ( M&E | 16,549 | 4 Works | Completed )

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence] [Major Character Death]

On the Clock by battle_goats ( M | 1,068 | 1/1 )

His clothing was so nondescript, anyone who didn’t know better would assume the young man was a civilian. But no, he was a villain. Katsuki’s villain. The one he’d created, however unintentional. His Deku. 

Breaking Things Into Pieces by MediaMaxine ( T | 2,622+ | 2/? )

As a child, Midoriya Izuku longed for a quirk. He wanted to be a hero. He wanted to save. He wanted to be like All Might.

As a child, Midoriya Izuku got a quirk. A quirk that should’ve helped him be a hero. To his classmates, it made him a villain. He just can’t seem to win with these people can he?

Society wants heroes. His peers see a villain. Kacchan sees Izuku.

Until he disappears that is.

(Formally named Rehabilitation)

Void of Pain by Running_wild829 ( T | 17,920+ | 8/? )

Kidnapped by his own villainous father at the young age of six, raised by villains since then and sent on countless missions filled with murder, Midoriya Izuku is anything but normal. He may be fifteen years old, and have a quirk, but that doesn't make him normal. He's been careful on all his jobs, except this one. When Shigaraki turns him loose to kill the infamous Hero Killer Stain, he gets sloppy and goes down at the hands of a couple of Yuuei kids. Dragged into the police station and waking up to a detective giving him a second chance was the last thing he thought would ever happen in his fucked-up life...

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Heroes are Remembered but Legends Never Die by Star_Crossed_Aliens ( M | 6,653+ | 4/? )

Izuku wasn’t truly ready to hear the words he dreaded so much from the one person he admired the most.

“You can’t become a hero.”

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence] [Major Character Death]

Believe in Me by OwO_all_around ( M | 8,489+ | 8/? )

Because he had no quirk, no one believed in him.

They couldn’t believe in his abilities, his lovely mind, nor his potential.

Instead, they chose to ridicule him, pity him, bully him.

So when All for One tells him that he believed in him. He decided to follow him.

The world never believed he could make an impact before, and now they are all gonna regret that decision.

Especially Katsuki Bakugo.

Note: Midoriya is like evil Batman (Owlman?) in this story (no powers, just super evil and smart)

[Major Character Death]

Let me fix it by doki_for_you ( Not Rated | 2,172+ | 4/? )

“As the owner of those words, you’ll have to bear its weight, Bakugou Katsuki.”

On that day, Midoriya Izuku disappeared. And with his disappearance, Bakugou is forced to bear the weight of his words and actions. Overcome with guilt, he lives day-to-day looking for redemption.

But when Izuku returns as an empty, broken shell of a villain, can Bakugou finally make things right again?

Our Path Set On Stone by MaiaMizuhara ( T | 5,214 | 1/1 )

“What are you watching?”

The green haired boy just barely turned his head towards the direction of the voice, “They are talking about us, check it out.”

The headlines were “The Villain Duo ‘Deku and Ground Zero’ Make an Appearance Again!” The same video clip was being replayed through the whole program; both villains had their backs to the camera and were running away from a hero who was following them.

“Those pathetic asswipes will never get us,” Katsuki commented and smirked.

His partner grinned and turned around, walking away from the screen in the middle of the street.

Nobody notices as they disappear through the mass of oblivious people.

KatsuDeku week Day 2 - Heroes/Villains/Vigilantes

Series Part 2 of September KatsuDeku week 2017

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

 I'll Save You From Your Distorted Mind by Deku_Yasha  ( M | 18,725+ | 7/? ) 

Izuku, kidnapped at age 6, experimented on and tortured to trigger a powerful Quirk. Hes been gone for 10 years, presumed dead after 3.

He shows up one night, confronting a dumbfounded Katsuki in a darkened alley. Katsuki, haunted by guilt and regret for not saving Izuku that day, steels himself to save Izuku from the League of Villains and his own distorted mind.

Izuku reveals he has big plans for Katsuki.

Shattered Minds and Lost Chances ( M | 3,070 | 1/1 )

He leaned close to Katsuki’s face, once again only inches away. This close, Katsuki could see the despair in Izuku’s crazed eyes. “Or maybe, I just don’t want you to live in a world where you can become this, like me.”

(Izuku Midoriya disappeared the day of the UA exam, and many months later, after being kidnapped by the Villains’ Alliance, Katsuki Bakugou figures out what happened.)

[Major Character Death]

Jet Black Ice by demonglass ( T | 2,706 | 1/1 )

Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t dwell on the past. On the things he’s done before. But when he comes face to face with someone so familiar, yet so unrecognizable, the decision to relive all their terrible history is out of his hands. 

Series Part 1 of I Saw You In My Dream

Contradiction (Villain Deku) by Purplemerald ( M | 10,656 | 4/4 )

Midoriya Izuku wakes up smiling to see Shigaraki Tomura in his bed. He is a villain. A part of the League. But memories keeps hazing, his head aching and he sees blood in his hands for no reason.

He was always a villain, shut down by the very hero he admired. Right?

Why does he see himself in a UA uniform? Who are these people popping in his dreams? Why is Kacchan, his bully, smiling in his dreams and holding his hands?

"Izuku."

He is a villain. Right?

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

The Caged Bird by Daiako (Achrya) ( E | 5,863 | 1/1 )

Some people are wound too tight to ever let go of control, even when it comes to their fantasies. Katsuki is one of those people. “I told you.” The demon purred. “I built this just for you. I’ve been watching you, learning everything about you, how your power works, your weaknesses, your strengths. How to keep you contained in there.” He twisted his wrist and a book appeared in his hand, palm sized and leather bound. The demon clutched it to to their chest, eyes starry. “How you sleep, what you like to eat, how to groom your wings and take care of you. I made sure I’d be able to keep you safe and happy, Kacchan.”

Kacchan. The named sparked something in his brain, stilled the hand he was about to thrust through the bars to grab the giggling demon asshole in favor of looking him over again, trying to find something he knew in that soft, shadowed face. “Do I know you?”

Series Part 7 of 14 Days of Lust

[Series] the rehabilitation of a dream by kewltie ( T | 5,562+ | 1 Work | WIP )

The best intentions by TsunaidaMay ( E | 24,037 | 17/17 )

It feels sooo good to be bad <3

Villain Deku AU.

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

Super Freak by Dana91 ( E | 3,400+ | 1/3 )

That was only an undercover mission, simply as that. Nothing big - fuck he preferred to explode shit - nothing difficult.

At least, that's what Bakugo thought before meeting the Queen.

How to be a Hero by violet569 ( T | 7,114+ | 5/? )

Izuku Midoriya was not the person he wanted to be.

He wanted to be a hero.

A reality check from the person he looked up to most, his idol, his hero, told him that he never could be.

"Say," the figure standing before him started, his red eyes gleaming through the fingers of the detached hand on his face. "How would you like to join me in taking down the heroes, once and for all?”

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence]

[Series] BNHA villain au by BlackRabbit_13 ( T | 14,190+ | 2 Works | WIP [Part 1: Discontinued] )

Day 6: Rain/Stargazing - Dance With the Devil by a_genderfluid_otter ( G | 3,114 | 1/1 )

Midoriya Izuku vanished off of the face of the earth five years prior, but suddenly Katsuki is seeing ghosts in the most unlikely of places.

---

At a certain point, Katsuki couldn’t be hallucinating anymore, could he? It was more than just the snippets of dark green hair in a crowd, of fair skin, of catching his laughter in the air and it’d been that way for weeks now--Katsuki looked up to see green eyes beneath an otherwise plain black masquerade mask meeting his, lips splayed into a gentle, kind smile. To see it five years ago would have been ordinary--to see it now was the dead walking again.

Part 6 of KatsuDekuWeek 2017

Rabbits by thegreatmisfit ( T | 18,183+ | 11/? )

Izuku was the number one villian and Katsuki was the number one hero.

izuku's mom died and while Katsuki is apprehending the villian he was chasing

and now Izuku is taking revenge a liitle bit across the line and ended up killing all of his classmates

or is he?

an AU where katsuki's emotions are being torn apart and Izuku being a lunatic

(micromanaging this fic while college is killing me)

Remember Me? by HG_Wells ( T | 7,719+ | 2/? )

The day after enrolling at UA, Izuku Midoriya is kidnapped off the streets. He was brainwashed to think he has always been a villain and the ways of the villains are correct, especially about the unyielding hatred of All Might. But in the back of his mind only very faint echo's of the only name he's called, Deku, fill his head, along with the vision of ash blonde hair and deep red eyes.

Seiza by The_Queen_Of_Angst ( Not Rated | 18,979+ | 3/? )

Midoriya Izuku wants nothing more than to fade away into the dark abyss that is the universe. He wants nothing more than to feel his soul become one with the kaleidoscopic mauve, mulberry, and mangenta that peppers and swirls amongst the gleaming constellations above. When he finally snaps and takes matters into his own hands, his fate is saved (or perhaps soiled furthermore) by a peculiar sapphire-haired man.

Or, my take on the Villain!Deku AU

[Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death]

[oyesmendes]

there’s no way - 2

a/n: sorry if this hurts aaaand i brought the gif back JAHAHH

summary: when the world of a small town rockstar and global sensation meet, will they fall in love? or will the universe only fight for those meant to be?

read part one here

It had been a couple of days since the confrontation, or confession as most people would like to put it, and Haley’s been avoiding Shawn at every opportunity. She dodged him in the hallways, before and after shows and skipped nights spent in his bus for more time spent alone in her quiet bus. Shawn was dying to grab a hold of her, but she was really easy to miss in her 5’4 size. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how sorry he was for being so impulsive and it was killing him every second he kept those words in. So he decided that tonight was it. They were performing at the Forum in LA tonight, and Shawn was determined to speak to her to clear the air between them.

“Hey Andrew, do you know if Haley’s schedule is packed before the show?”

“Um I think she has one interview before, but her schedule is cleared after. What’s up man?” Andrew replied. Shawn gave him a nod of his head and sped down the hallway to her dressing room. He knocked lightly, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Shawn expected her to run away, scream, shout or do whatever she has been doing the past couple of weeks to shake him off her tail, but instead he was met with her laying on the couch, eyes glued to her laptop and totally unaware of his presence. He didn’t want to admit to it but she looked beautiful; her hair down to her shoulders, and she was dressed in a simple t-shirt with shorts - her go to outfit for stage which made fans fall in love with her even more. Her simple style yet complex mind intrigued many, and that’s how she won the heart of the people, not to mention shawn’s heart too. Seeing that he hadn’t grabbed her attention, Shawn let out a small cough which sent her shooting straight up to her feet.

“Didn’t mean to scare you there, sorry” Shawn laughed, watching as she sat her laptop down on the table.

“Oh uh, yea hey Shawn” Haley stammered slightly, nervous at the thought of even speaking to the boy who she was hopelessly in love with.

“Can we talk?” shawn asked, tilting his head to the side to meet her eyes. Haley looked up to him, for a moment, “um, later? I don’t want to think about too much before the show” she sent him a small smile and Shawn nodded slowly.

“Okay, meet me in my dressing room and we can hang after the show?” Haley nodded hesitantly before Shawn left, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. This was going to be a long night.

-

“That crowd was so amazing!” Haley shouted over the music as Shawn got off stage. She stood backstage peeking with the rest of her band and the venue was buzzing tonight. Fans were signing along to every word so loudly that it was hard to even hear the music. As she was about to take her leave, her manager, Emma, came over to speak to her.

“You’ve got a guest waiting for you in your dressing room” Haley raised her brows as she followed Emma to the dressing room. She wondered who it could be. did she invite anyone to the show tonight and forgot about it? Or was it Shawn pulling some kind of stunt on her? Her curiosity was satisfied when she opened the door to reveal a tall, tan figure dressed in a classic navy blue suit. She knew instantly who it was.

“AUSTIN MICHAELS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” She screamed as he held her in his arms.

“Well, you gave me tickets to this show and I could use a pick me up by my best friend on a Friday night” he replied her, hands squeezing her shoulders as he spoke. He looked intently into his eyes before breaking contact.

“You could’ve told me you were here, we could’ve hung out and all!”

“I’m here now aren’t I?” He hugged her once again, the familiar warmth filling both of their bodies.

“Hales I thought you were going to- woah sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt” Shawn stumbled back a little from the scene.

“Hey no its okay Shawn, this is my best friend Austin. Austin Shawn, Shawn Austin” Haley introduced them to one another and they exchanged greetings, a slight tension filling the air when Shawn’s eyes landed on Austin’s hand placed right at the small of her back.

“I’ll um- leave you two to catch up. Text me later?” Shawn asked as he made his leave. Haley only nodded, being too pre occupied with her friend. The pair talked like old times, laughing over the stupidest things.

“Wait wait before we go on, where’s Amanda? Did you not take her with you?” Haley asked, and Austin looked down to the ground. He took in a deep breath, rubbing his palms together.

“I-i broke up with her weeks ago” was all he managed as his voice shook.

“I’m so sorry, Aus” she placed her hand on his, rubbing small circles on the back of his hand. Austin gave her a weak smile, shaking his head.

“It wasn’t meant to be anyway, should’ve known when you told me” Haley frowned when he said this. She knew it from the start that they weren’t going to make it. That the materialistic, whiny bitch was about to give her best friend hell but she didn’t get why he was mentioning it now. Two years since that day, probably one of the worst days of their lives.

“i’m telling you she’s no good for you Austin! why won’t you listen to me?” Haley shouted, watching as Austin paced the room.

“because i love her, and nothing anyone says is going to change it! what makes you so worked up about it anyway? i’m your best friend, you should be happy!” he gritted his teeth, staring straight at the girl he called his best friend.

“maybe because i’m in love with you and i see that she’s not right for you!” Haley regretted it almost immediately, shaking her head as she sunk down into the couch. He was shocked, shocked that his best friend of 12 years was in love with him. but it didn’t matter now, now he had Amanda and that was the only thing he planned to focus on.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry i hurt you. but i love her, only her”

Silence filled the room as they sat, the only thing that was heard was the soft ticking from the wall clock.

“Ibrokeupwithherbecauseiloveyou”

“What did you say?” Haley asked when Austin mumbled out from under his breath, the string of words he had been holding back. Truth is, haley heard it all, every single word was as clear as day to her. But what she couldn’t believe was why and how. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that her childhood best friend, her very first crush that rejected her was now coming back to her after he broke up with his supposed ‘love of his life’. It all seemed like a very twisted fairy tale.

“I’m in love with you” it was nothing more than a whisper this time, but she heard it again, and it made her stand up from her seat. It made her anxious, that not only was her previous crush in love with her, she had Shawn Mendes down the hallway potentially wanting to be “more than friends”.

“I-i.. I- what?” that was all she could formulate in that moment. Austin was now on his feet too, inching towards her to grab her hand. Haley moved back quickly, her hips colliding with the dresser.

“No no don’t tell me or touch me. What the hell made you say that? 2 years after I told you, finally moving on and accepting your bitchass girlfriend. You come up and tell me you broke up with her because you love me?! Who do you think I am? I’m not your rebound, Aus, if you didn’t know im also human!” she was now full on yelling, and Shawn could hear her from the hallway as he spoke to the guitar techs. He made his way closer to the door, trying to get a hold of the conversation.

“I love you, Haley! I only ever loved you! What I had with Amanda was nothing, it didn’t mean anything at all, I only love you and I was stupid to let you go. I might have kept a friend, a best friend, but in that moment i lost the love of my life. I want her back.” He had tears streaming down his face now, desperation oozing out from his heart. Austin came here to get his girl back, but right now it seems like he was losing her all at once.

“I-i,ve got to leave” she swung open the door to reveal Shawn right in front of it, leaning against the wall behind him. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she gave Shawn a cold hard stare, storming off to one of the empty rooms in the arena. He followed silently behind as they entered a smaller room use to hold their instruments. Haley was sat in a corner, breathing hard as she tried to suppress her cries and Shawn stood in the other corner, having no idea what to do with this situation. He knew that she obviously had feelings for him, and he most probably had nothing to worry about but after what he heard between her and Austin, Shawn wasn’t too sure of it anymore.

After what seemed like hours, Haley finally spoke up, “I’m sorry, I can’t do whatever talk you want to have with me right now, Shawn. I’m sorry” he shook his head, hands folded in front of him as he watched her. Shawn wanted so bad to touch her, hug her and tell her that it was alright, yet in the heat of the moment, he could only think of himself. He ignored her words, only to blurt out the world’s worst timed question,

“What about me?”

Haley squinted her eyes at him, and she couldn’t believe what he had just said. Shawn repeated himself once more, causing Haley to scoff,

“You know this world doesn’t revolve around you right?��

“Well, neither does it revolve around you.” Shawn said flatly, and Haley let out a laugh, she couldn’t believe her ears.

“All you care about in this moment is yourself, and how you’re going to fuck me every single night? I thought better of you, Shawn.” Anger was boiling inside of Haley, and she hated this Shawn. He was being completely unreasonable and self-centred in the moment, that she couldnt even recognise him.

“I just want to know if I’m even worth something to you, if we’re worth the fight” his voice was almost inaudible but haley managed to catch his words in time. She shook her head, tears starting to choke her,

“If I meant more than one of your fuck girls, you wouldn’t need to question if we’re worth a fight.”

[ikonislife]

Spellbound

-Hanbin x Female reader

-Hanbin’s birthday project (: 

-Hogwarts au, friends to lovers, school life au.

-Spellbound masterlist

 -A/n: Please, please read this with an open mind. I’ve never done anything like this before so I know it’s lacking. I know there are thousands of better Hogwarts au out there but I haven’t found too many for iKON so I thought what better time than to create something fun for Hanbin’s birthday. I tried to include other members in the stories because why not, I love them all (:

Chapter 2: Crush??

As October made its way to the ground of the castle, the world suddenly burst into flames of vibrant gold and shades of crimson. The air seemingly fresher and exhilaration filled the atmosphere. First years could barely contain their joy of experiencing Hogwarts’ famous Halloween feast having heard it from the reminiscing second years for weeks on end. Even amongst the faculty, a sense of blissful urgency spread about as they planned their course of action for the holiday season. Decorating an entire castle was no menial task and even with magic, it was still quite a serious job. Everyone seemed to be hopped up on pumpkin juice and sweet potato pie doused in enough whipped cream to construct a Michelin puffman, even Jiwon seemed to have forgot the torture Hanbin put him through, seemingly excited even for weekend practice.

Well, nearly everyone. 

As the dismissal of their last class of the week had everyone erupting in cheer, excited for the freedom of weekend and the seasonal sweets Honeydukes had put out in commemoration of Halloween.  The group of students buzzing by like bees on their way to sweet nectar leaving behind the Gryffindor’s quidditch team captain alone with his thought. He had shooed away Jiwon and Donghyuk after their third attempt to get him out of the classroom had failed, silently scribbling away a few notes he had missed as the thundering footsteps of the two boys grew distant. As the last sentence finally pen down, Hanbin stared back at the impressive three chalkboard worth of writing, intimidation mixing with hopelessness left him sighing heavily. 

“So hard at work on a Friday afternoon?” He didn’t need to look to know just whom that voice had belonged to. Fingers gripping at his quill harshly, Hanbin bit his lips silent, unsure of what even to response when you settled in right beside him.

“Yea, I’m already behind as is… Missing notes isn’t going to help.” Hanbin scratched his head sheepishly, an awkward chuckle in his throat ripped away as you leaned in, eyes intently searching amongst the chicken scrawl for writing on the messy pages. 

“Neither will incorrectly copied note.” Humming softly, your eyes were still glued to the mess on the paper as your hands moved to pull out your own book, flipping pages until the one dated 10/3 appeared. “See this part here, about derivative? You copied the formula wrong.” 

His eyes couldn’t part way with the gentle smile on your lips, eyes sparkled in the stale sun of a cold autumn afternoon. The scent of apple lingered in the air and he was certain it wasn’t because of the reddening orchard Hagrid had kept so perfectly nor the freshly baked caramel apple pie luring the students back to Great Hall for dinner in a few hours’ time. He got so lost in the way your words danced about in the slight breeze, hair twirling in the air like ballerinas on stage. 

“Hanbin, are you listening?” 

“Oh, sorry. You were saying?” At the calling of his name, Hanbin startled himself back to reality, mortified that he had been so blatantly staring…Happy, albeit shock, that you knew his name. Luckily, it seemed as though you didn’t really mind or at the very least hadn’t realized that he had been searing every inch of your face with his soul, studying your dainty features because who know when would the next time such opportunity would present itself neatly wrapped in a bow. Even your giggle was like music to his ears, falling from your lips as you continued pointing out all his mistakes. 

“No wonder my homework mark had been so dismal. Thanks again.” he muttered grimly after you had spent nearly half an hour fixing bits and pieces, filling in the blank he had left for a later date but never gotten around to.

“Do you want to take my notebook? I’d hate to see such little thing messing up your grade.” Before you could finish the sentence, your hands already pushed the object in question toward his way. 

“A-Are you sure? I don’t want to keep you from studying.” Hanbin half offered but his hands were telling another story, already gripping tight onto the notebook, thumb gliding gently over the little pink nametag on the cover. 

“I’m fine, I can use the textbook. You can just give it back to me after the weekend.” With one last smile and backpack slung over your shoulders, you bid him goodbye but not before one last supportive pat on his arm with a soft “you can do it”, searing the words into his brain. He had let you walked away, yet before your feet could peddle through the threshold of the empty room, Hanbin called out. For the first time, he let your name danced at the tip of his tongue, loving the fact that you had turned around with a smile already on your lips. 

“I- Can I walk you back? Seeing how I kept you here late and all…” Half way through the sentence, Hanbin could feel all his blood draining from his body as he stared down at his own feet kicking at the floor scuffed with centuries of students passing through.

“Oh you don’t have to, Gryffindor dorm isn’t exactly close to Slytherin. Plus, it was no trouble at all!” Your cheerful reply like a knife to his heart. Hanbin wanted to keep on insisting, that he must walk you back to your dorm because how else could he work up enough courage to finally ask you to study with him. Turmoil within his heart but alas, his courage this very moment would be shameful for a Gryffindor, abandoning the thought of raising that same question a second time.

“O-Oh. Okay. Well I’ll see you around. Thanks again.”  So he bit his lips, not wanting to cross boundary when you had so graciously offered him a way out of his personal hell but there was no stopping the disappointment in his voice. However, it seemed as though lady luck had taken a liking to the poor captain because just as he had bent down out of sight to pick up his bag, your voice called for him once more.

“We can walk together till the hallway, I wouldn’t mind that. It’s a long way down.” 

Hanbin needed nothing else to light fire under his step as he near raced toward the exit, books shoved hastily into his bag… Except for your notebook, that he had very delicately slid in between the old fabric, taking the utmost care. As the both of you taking the long winding staircase one step at a time, letting the comforting silent basked in the soft breeze reaching its frosty fingers through the many windows of the tower. For a moment he had forgotten the companionship offered by the girl he had so long watched and admired from afar, nearly hopping two steps at once. 

“Are you always this excited to run down these endless flights of steps?” Your voice cut into his reverie of warm pumpkin soup and shepherd pie, a night in spend under the cover and maybe he would finally have enough peace and quiet to finish that latest episode of Attack on Titans.

“I’m sorry. I forgot for a second, thought I was alone.” Shuffling awkwardly on the step he had just landed on, Hanbin gave an apologetic smile, watching as you imitated the little hop he had taken, closing in the distant. He found himself biting his lips, words of adoration threatening to spill.

“No worry. I’m just not as athletic as a quidditch captain, you know. Take me awhile to conquer the trek up here.” 

“Well, I don’t think many people like this class very much. I still don’t understand why we have classes at the highest floor.” Glancing back up toward the long-winded way you both have made, Hanbin shook his head in fake disappointment, never before had he been so glad of the strenuous walk and just how long it gave him to be with you. “As if calculus isn’t hard enough.”

“I think it’s some sort of messed up, forced physical education. It’s not like we have P.E. in here and apparition is a thing.” Landing right beside the boy, you threw your hands up in the air as if a gymnast landing her tumble, elicited a soft giggle from Hanbin. If the first half of your little walk had been like a love story unfolding in the bright sun of summer, hand in hand as you both run through the salty air of the beach, laughter in place of words because what else is there to do when the fun of it all contained within three short months. Then the second half, a spring romance, there was a gentleness in the way his attention solely on you as you went on, overcomplicating an answer to a simple question simply because you were nervous. It was delicate, walls established boundaries around your hearts yet with each question answered, excitement of learning the likes and dislikes of the other unlock yet another layer. Neither of you had gotten a clue as to what this air of contentment had been, but there was no denying that it was something wonderful, something you’d like the experience again. But like all good things in the world, what started must end and this was the end of the road for your little walk. As the distant run low, there was an urgency in Hanbin’s forgetful heart to speed up his words but found himself unable to do so, loving the soft pace of your conversation. And so he lingered, shuffling from foot to foot as you wrapped up your little story about your hometown, the most important question of all still had yet to see the light of day.

“Sorry I talked so much. It’s not often I get to talk about my life outside of Hogwarts. There isn’t exactly too many of me in Slytherin.” The bit of grimace on your face struck a chord in his soul, sadden with the sudden realization that he hadn’t seen you socialize much beside the small group always surrounding you.

“Not at all. I think it’s cool, chat about home life.” You nodded, bit sad the walk had been much shorter than memory served, by the little pout on his lips, you suspected Hanbin felt the same. 

“I guess I’ll see you around?” First to break the silent, as much as you’d love to stand here all night with chatting about donuts and going to the movies, Hanbin would probably prefer to spend his precious time elsewhere… With other people. He nodded back, eyes dashing about nervously as if words threatening to spill, so close on the tip of his tongue but perhaps it was best not to. 

“Hey, can I have your number?” Just as you were about to turn on your heels, something built inside his heart that finally lit the fire of courage. “For homework help… And, maybe if you know, you need to talk to someone about home.” Correcting himself, a small smile dashed across his lips before hope extinguished itself in face of your silent. “I’m sorry if I was too forthcoming.”

“Oh, not at all. Of course. I supposed it’d be easier too, if you do finish with my note early, I don’t have to chase you about the school to get it back.” 

Suddenly it felt as if you were basking in the warmth of sunrise, the smile breaking over Hanbin’s lips could only be liken to the golden yolk of a new day. You watched as he dug through the mess of his bag before timidly pushing a very battered phone your way.

“Uhm, I dropped it couple practices ago…” Catching your lingering eyes on the webs of crack atop his phone, he explained, bit of embarrassment toying with his smile. “Forgot to take it out of my pocket. Jiwon had been laughing at me for days now, such a rookie mistake.”

“Have you tried reparo? We learned that… First year?” Fingers swiftly typing in your number, hanbin watched with the utmost focus, completely taken back by the suddenness of your question. He mumbled in confusion, doing his best to recall if reparo was taught first year or second before light of revelation broke over the handsome features. Once more the boy before you chuckled in embarrassment, kittenish grin met the small glances you stole in between each digit.  Soon that grin turned into confusion, you held out your empty hand in front of him, gesturing as if you were to give the phone back yet it was still so tightly gripped in your other hand, loosely swinging by your side. 

“Hand please!” Hanbin got no clue what you got plan but his heart eager, following your every word as if they’re spellbound, commanding him to obey. Right hand balling into a fist, Hanbin was so nervous that a shiver was rummaging through the svelte digits, he shook his hand slightly before placing his left, palm up over your small one. Delicate as ever, you placed the phone back where it belonged, wand at the ready. 

“reparo.” The spell fell off your lips with a small wave of the dainty wand, in a flash, the web of cracks down to the tiniest scratch mended itself in a golden light, the surface of his phone once more pristine as if it had never seen a day of usage. His eyes widen in amazement, childlike wonder reaching through his lips in a soft smile as if never before had he witnessed such magic. 

“Wow” he whispered, fingers turning and flipping the phone, studying it as if one of those obscure ancient objects he had seen so often in history class. 

“Good as new.” You tugged at your heavy bag, a knowing smile on your lips, bit of pride swelling in your chest when he stared back at you, the light in his eyes full of admiration.

Hanbin really wanted to hug you, like really, really wanted to hug you, so much so that he had begun leaning forward, hands reaching out toward you before the realization that he had in fact knew you for about 25 minutes stopping him dead in his track. You were swaying a bit, robe swinging back and forth as you watched in silent, studying his expression, not really wanting to leave but what other reason could you quote as a reason to stay. 

“Yah! Y/L/N Y/N! You coming with me to dinner or what?” Rushing in from the cold grasp of an Autumn evening, Junhoe pulling his robe close, vexation taut on his furrowing brows. And although he was nowhere near the staircase where Hanbin and you had been huddling together for who know how long now, you could see so clearly a tint of cheekiness shining bright in his eyes despite not wanting to break the persona of a true Slytherin royalty in front of the Gryffidor’s prince. You surmised a guess that sleep won’t be what on your mind tonight, not when Koo Junhoe had seen you so chummy with Kim Hanbin. 

“Goodness, it’s already this late?” You stared pass the boy with a scowl on his lips, none to please with the sudden intrusion of your best friend. The sky now inky, cloud had surrounded the bright moon above, the breeze seemingly much much colder by the look of Junhoe who was even paler than usual. Yet you couldn’t feel the frigidity of the wind, not when there was still a comforting warmth emanating from the boy donning gold and crimson crest. “I’m sorry, I keep making you late. I’m sure you got important plans.”

“Oh no, no plan. I’m glad to be here with you.” That shy grin had returned to those soft plump lips. You whispered a small goodbye to which he awkwardly waved in return, still thanking you endlessly. 

Hanbin stood there, watching as you jogged your way to the tall boy rushing you about with the ridiculous flapping of his large hands. It’d be a lie if Hanbin said that a bit of joy didn’t surged in his heart when you landed your right elbow into Junhoe’s side sending the tall man nearly tumbling to the stone floor. Just before you turned the corner and out of his sight, you stole one last glance back at the boy still dreamily smiling your way, something was definitely stirring in his heart. 

When the soft nagging of your voice at a cackling Junhoe could no longer reach his ears, Hanbin finally spun on his feet and traveled down the empty darkening hallway. His newly repaired phone still clutching so tightly in his hand and that small smile still very much on his lips. He was so lost in the memory of recent event, doing his best to commit every details the little time you spent together to heart. You were just as gentle and bright as he had thought yet he could tell there was another side to you, a cheekier side that every now and then would slip up and surface under a well disguised a tease. After all, he had heard so many times in passing by, you were one degree away from burning Junhoe with a calm remark sending the boy into a huffing fit. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of first time and the unclear boundaries it came with it that had suppressed your true self, for he too hid a part of himself fearing you’d find it weird. He suspected that in time, he’d be able to be friend with the you that wasn’t scare to put Junhoe in his place and countless time leaving everybody in your group crying with laughter. For now, he’d have to stick with talking about calculus and of the muggle life, patiently await the day he too could crack a rib laughing to your joke. 

“Oh look who finally decided to join us.” Donghyuk cheered loudly the second Hanbin stepped foot into the empty common room, Yunhyeong tottering over from the far corner holding something in his hands. 

“Ah, lover boy’s back!” Jiwon emerged from the door to their dorm, sticking his head over the railing of the balcony.

“What are you doing canoodling with the enemy there, you brat.” Hanbin shot Jiwon a few daggers for glare before turning his attention to the Ravenclaw boys. “Hey, Yunhyeong!” 

“Jerk.” Donghyuk mumbled darkly, hand reaching for the cupcakes Yunhyeong carried over. 

Bag thrown onto the floor, Hanbin slumped into one of the red and gold stripes armchair right beside the crackling fire, shoes kicked off clumsily onto the floor. 

“I thought you were all going to Hogsmeade, what happened?” Offering a quick thanks to the cupcake Yunhyeong was shoving his way, Hanbin slid further into the soft embrace of his seat.

“We were, then we got lazy.” Jiwon finally reached the group of boys toasting themselves in the redden glow of the warm fireplace, slapping Hanbin on the back of his head. For as long as he could remember, Jiwon had always used slap in place of a normal wave hello. At first Hanbin was of course pissed, rightfully so when the boy kept bulking up, muscles grown and the slaps weren’t getting softer. But now, he had just accepted that it was Jiwon’s own way of saying that Hanbin holds a special place in his heart. 

“Yea, plus Yunhyeong made cupcakes.” 

Hanbin hummed silently in acknowledgement, eyes glued to the flaring flames before letting himself immersed in the rare peaceful moment while surrounded by his rowdy friends. Should he text you tonight? His thought of the first message to you stirred up all the things you had told him about your home life, how you have a little dog named Ollie that you endearingly referred to as Ollie-bum because his butt was apparently perfect. What was it you had said about music? Why didn’t he paid closer attention because now he was wrecking his brain over anything at all to say to you. A grumble left his lips as he vexingly tugged at his hair, unbeknownst to him, the boys had been paying attention very closely with a grin on their lips. 

“So, lover boy!” Jiwon was first to break the silent, a smirk on his lips at the little jump hanbin did in shock. 

“Why do you keep calling me that?” Shoving the last piece of cupcake in his mouth, he gestured for Yunhyeong to give another cupcake his way.

“Oh come on, we’re not daft. We saw the princess lingering when we left. That’s why you stayed behind, isn’t it? Talk to her?” Jiwon teased and normally Hanbin would already drop kick the boy but this moment, he was still soaring in cloud nine, still too happy from the aftereffect you had on him to care.

“Yea, so. What’s to it?” He replied curtly but there was no stopping the little smile already warming through his lips. 

“What’s to it? Well did you get her number or not? Or all that fussing by the staircase was for nothing.” Donghyuk chimed in, devouring probably his 5th cupcake. 

“You spied on me?”

“No, no. Not spy, happened to stumble upon is more like it.”

“Fuck you all.” Finally fed up with vultures feeding upon his sad excuse of a love life, Hanbin got up, book bag once more slung over his shoulder as he marched toward the dorm room. “If you guys decided to stop being lonely single dicks, I’ll be in my bed watching Attack on Titans.” Just before he could disappear from the rowdy boys, Hanbin leaned over the railing overlooking the grand common groom festive in levitating jack o’ lanterns, gleaming tinsel of purple and orange draping the length of the room and over bookcases. “I was thinking, if I ever get close enough to meet her friends, maybe I can finally introduce you to Junhoe, Donghyuk. But now…” with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, Hanbin turned on his heel and headed straight to his bed ignoring the groan in protest of his sunshine friend. 

Somewhere across the castle, deep beneath the dark glow of Black Lake, you too were dealing with your very own pests. Junhoe had been relentless, even got Lisa and Chanwoo to join in with the annoyance he called banter.

“Come on, Y/n. You were all whispering and intimate with Kim Hanbin for like hours.” His large body sprawled across your bed, head hanging off the side slowly going red from all the blood rushing to it. 

“There’s nothing to tell. He asked me about homework! And it was five minutes you butt!” Taking the flailing arms begging for help, you pulled Junhoe up with a loud grunt before slumping right beside the dizzy boy. 

“That’s bullshit. You tell me all that time you spent alone in class, the whole walk down stair and according to Junhoe,” Lisa gestured to the boy who was regretting his decision to feel how a bat would, rubbing at his head furiously. “You were standing there all giddy with him for ages and nothing happened during all those minutes alone.”

“I don’t know what to tell you guys, he’s hopeless at math. And it was five minutes damnit!” 

“Fine then, what about the phone. You were holding his phone.” Junhoe chimed in again, this time laying starfish on the floor making an invisible snow angel on your rug. 

“He asked for my number…” A cheer erupted throughout the small room, “for homework purposes.” Lisa chucked her stuffed toy at your correction while Junhoe who had propelled himself off the floor in excitement splatted once more onto the ground. Although Chanwoo didn’t seemed all the phase by your answer, a strange look on his features. 

“Well it’s not strange for boys to say shit like that. It could just all be an excuse to be alone with you.” That boy, as clever as ever. He was the first to have taken notice of the lingering stare and soft smile you had whenever the prince of quidditch sauntered by. He said nothing, waiting patiently until the day he caught you doodling a little character bearing striking resemblance to the Gryffindor captain. Still, Chanwoo would’ve let it go waiting for a better opportunity. Yet as he stood there, deciding whether or not to wake you from your day dream, you had absentmindedly jotted down Hanbin with little hearts and flowers and tiny bees buzzing about. No way in hell he’d let this good of a chance go, not after you had grilled him on the little crush he had on a certain Ravenclaw 7th year. 

“That’s so true. Hey, have you met any of his friends yet?” Junhoe suddenly taken an interest, eyes ogling at the plate of meat pie Chanwoo had dragged up, realizing just now he hadn’t gotten dinner. Too much excitement and too good of an opportunity to pass up, he and the rest of the gang had opted for interrogating you rather than food. 

“You mean Donghyuk? No, I haven’t. I’ve known him for 3 seconds and spoken to him a grand total of one and a half sentence. What make you think I know his friend?” your brows furrowed incredulously at the preposterous question. Yet before any of them could pipe up in protest, your phone chimed loudly like an omen to the vultures eating away at your heart. 

“It’s him isn’t it. Tell me it’s him.” Lisa scrambling to her feet, propelling herself onto your bed faster than you’ve ever seen her go, not even during the house quidditch match. You slapped the hand buzzing by like flies to honey, wanting so badly to ignore the second chime reminding you of the text awaiting just to spite the ravenous raccoons staring at you so intently, awaiting for any trash to be thrown their way, serve them right for being so nosy. Yet the chance that the text could be from Hanbin was much greater than any sense of personal justice against your friends, and so you reluctantly turned your attention to the phone. 

“What did it say??” Chanwoo was now hopping up and down in Lisa’s bed as she eyed him carefully, one second away from pulling out her own phone to film him just in case the bed cave under the weight of the elated boy.

“Calm down. He just said hi, let me know it’s his number.” In unison, they all heaved a disappointing groan, Junhoe ever so dramatic, slapping his own hand onto his forehead and once more letting his body thudded heavily onto the rug. 

“Out of all the things he could’ve said,” Lisa murmuring, still dissatisfied with what in her opinion, an utterly lame and bullshit opening. “He said, ‘Hi, it’s Hanbin.’ Boy didn’t even try, I tell you.” 

“You don’t know that.” Chanwoo defended, “He could’ve typed and deleted so many lines before going with that one.” He shot you a wink, knowing full well you had nearly blurted out the same yourself but chose to save you the pain of being tease… Or he was just getting tired of watching you being demolish ever since the other two had found out about your little crush on a certain quidditch captain.

It was by no one’s fault that Lisa happened upon the heartfelt conversation meant only for Chanwoo’s ears, happy misfortune you had called it. Happy because no longer did you have to fear the glances you stole would give away the secret of your heart, no longer did Chanwoo had to walk around carrying a lie, your lie. The biggest reason of all for the deceit was because you feared what they’d say once you’ve confessed your heart’s desire.  You’ve been wrecking yourself over how to break the news of your treasonous liking for the enemy when Lisa was quidditch captain of Slytherin and Junhoe, he might as well change his last name to Slytherin. There’s no one more prideful to wave the green and silver flag than he. How would they take the news when you not only taken a liking to a Gryffindor, the lucky person in question was their star captain, a true Gryffindor royalty. 

“So, Kim Hanbin, huh?” He mused softly and you felt your blood ran cold, body stiffen under the large hand patting at your shoulder. You knew it was far too late but there was no helping the rush in your fingers to flip over the pages of your notebook, ridding of any evident.

“I-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” If you hadn’t been caught red-handed, the stuttering would surely give away your guilty conscience. You gave him a weak smile, eyes dashing about for any sign of other life forms lingering about the empty library corner.

“It’s okay, Y/n. You don’t have to lie to me. I suspected for some time now, just waiting on you to finally fess up really.” Large body crashing onto the chair beside yourself, Chanwoo all but laid his whole body atop the messy tabletop, books strewn haphazardly, a clear sign exams were on the horizon. 

“Oh” You sighed in relief, awkward chuckle to cover the fact that your cheeks nearly burst into steam at the realization that someone else was now aware of your crush on Hanbin. 

“Did you think I was gonna disown you or something?” He murmured softly, fingers flipping back to the little doodle that had gave away your heart, a soft chuckle graced his lips at the little bees buzzing about the page, clearly entertained by their movements. “This is so cute.” 

“Honestly? Yea. I mean you and Junhoe are both Slytherin as Slytherin get. I bet your blood is green.” 

“Y/n, we’re proud but we’re not old school. You of all people should know that.” Sometimes it amazed you how gentle and thoughtful Chanwoo could be, so different from the rambunctious prankster everyone thought of when his name is said. He had always been a good person, understanding and not a bone of mean in his body, yet moment like these and the profound philosophies of life he carried, made you wonder if you’ll every truly know all of him. 

“I know, I guess I’m just scare to lose you lot. Especially not over a stupid little crush.” He pulled you in a hug and even though you were no stranger to how touchy this boy could be, this was different, far cry from the clingy ones on cold nights while all four of you crowd the small space of your room to watch a movie. 

“I think I can speak for Junhoe and Lisa too on this matter, we’re gonna be here whether you like it or not. Don’t think something this small could divide us.” Your heart was soaring amongst the stars and a comforting silent was beginning to wash over the small corner, warmly lit by the glowing fire so kindly share its wealth with the cold room. Once more your body froze in fear at the sudden intrusion of a sweet voice and by the way Chanwoo’s skin had lost all the golden goodness left over from a summer well spent, that voice was all too real. 

“Yes, Lisa agreed!” She tackled you in a giant hug, soft kisses pressing against your hair and the honey drawn laughter crisp against the slight chill of night creeping up on the library. “Little girl, I could never hate you, even if you did decided to like my arch nemesis.”

“Just because you’re like 5 feet taller than me, that don’t mean you can call me little girl, you butt.” You griped in protest but happiness plastered on the big grin you got going, appreciative that you had found friends who were willing to be there for you no matter what. 

“Yea, yea…” Body dropping across the old wooden table, Lisa got that smirk on her lips that told you she was up to no good. “Besides, if you hang around him enough, maybe I could get insider info on his game plan.”

“Lisa!” You exclaimed perhaps a bit too loud by the shushing from the distant. “Do you really want to win like that?”

“I’m just kidding. But his friends are pretty damn cute tho…” She stared off into space with a dreamy glint to her eyes, no doubt letting her mind wander to the rare occasion she got to interact with the Gryffindor boys.

“You sure that ain’t why you’ve been losing? Too busy staring at the Gryffindor’s beater to protect your own goal?” A loud crash from the giant Ingredients Encyclopedia flying across the way, knocking Chanwoo right off his chair drawn much ire from the librarian. Laughter filled the empty room as the three of you rushed off before the wrath of the keeper of books could be dealt. It was weeks before you had worked up the courage to confide your little crush to Junhoe, and as dramatic as his flailing about had been about you sleeping with the enemy instead of one of his many dashing fellow housemates, Junhoe was quite honestly just relief it hadn’t been Donghyuk you had a crush on. 

Before dream could steal another second away from reality, your phone chimed once again leaving everyone in bated breaths awaiting the message to be read aloud. 

“What did he say now?” Junhoe asked, far more excited than you had been. 

“He thought he got the wrong number, since I didn’t reply.” 

“Then reply, quickly so we can go eat. I’m hungry!” he sassed back.

“GUYS!” A sudden shriek ripped from your throat left the trio staring in shock, most at awe that such a sound could come from you and had you been out of sight, they would’ve thought you had just seen Voldemort coming back to life. 

“What in the heaven, Y/n? What was that for?” Junhoe wanted to slap you so hard for nearly puncturing his eardrum with your blood curdling scream.

“He, Kim Hanbin, just asked if we wanted to join him and his friends for dinner.” there was a touch of panic in your voice as you delivered the message to the crowd at attention. It was now Junhoe’s turn to let out a howl at the thought of being within reach of the renowned Ravenclaw’s sunshine, on the brink of passing out from the speed at which his heart was pounding.

“Will you two stop it?” Chanwoo muttered in a dignified manner, bit of disgust shooting out of his glaring eyes as he sauntered over to hoist Lisa to her feet. “If you two are going to have a meltdown session, please do it in the confinement of our dorm. I can’t have Slytherin’s good name be muddle by your unnecessary fangirl-ing.” 

“Yunhyeong is coming, so is Jiwon and Donghyuk.” Chanwoo’s face pale as snow the moment you had announced the name of a certain 7th year Ravenclaw, nose flaring when you shot back at him a smug grin.

“Ahem, well, I guess one dinner won’t hurt anyone.” You shook your head in disbelief at his blatant change in tone. 

Bickering put aside, the four of you begin the trip down toward the amazing scent of roast beef and pumpkin pie mingling in the crisp cold air of an Autumn night, letting your noses lead the way. The moon shining brilliantly through the endless rows of windows, reaching its silvery wisps to caress the stone path of the hall bright still with the chatter of students lingering after dinner. You chatted in excitement partly because in a few minutes, you’ll get to see Hanbin once more but also because through all this, you were reminded of just how blessed you were to have the friends like these. 

Somewhere in the depth of his room, Hanbin sprung up from his bed like new grass in spring, elated to bask in the sunlight after a long winter spending time with its head in the ground. He leapt to his feet in a flash and out the door he went, phone clutching tight still in his hand. Once more he stuck his head over the railing, staring down at the boys still very much enjoying the warmth of the crackling fireplace, sharing a funny story or two over the now nearing disappearing cupcake. 

“Hey, dorks.” He called out, finding himself dodging a barrage of cupcake wrappers flinging themselves his way like a tiny fleet of fighter jets. He had forgotten just how well versed Jiwon was with his incantations, that boy will seriously give Hanbin whiplash one of these day flip-flopping between the most adorable idiot to a genius in a second. 

“What do you want, lover boy?” 

“I’m gonna head down to dinner... Wanna come?”

“Why, do you need us to hold your hand and spoon-feed you?” Jiwon bit out curtly, “Fess up, dork. What’s the real reason for your sudden hunger? What happened to having a date night with your right hand?” A thundering roar of laughter filled dispelling the quietness of the empty common room, Donghyuk landed several powerful slaps onto Jiwon’s back leaving him in deep regret of having made the joke in the first place. Awful laughter Donghyuk got, falling and flailing about as if someone had cursed him with Rictusempra, his large hand dealing out slaps and punches to whomever unlucky enough to be within a 5 feet radius. 

“God, I said I was gonna watch anime, you shit.” Disgust falling from his lips in a sneer. “And what’s wrong with me changing my mind?”

“Just admit the real reason, Hanbin.” Donghyuk whispered breathlessly, index wiping away a few tears lingering on his lashes, wheezing still from laughing too hard. 

“Fine, I might’ve told Y/n we were coming to dinner, all of us, and that she can join us.” He murmured softly under his breath in defeat, as if fearing the wall could hear the embarrassment in his voice. 

“And why did you do that?” Jiwon mused matter of factly, clearly very amused at the suffering of his dear best friend. Despite the long drawn sentence and his sing-song voice, his question was met with silent. Hanbin far too stubborn to let his friend get under his skin like this, hell, he didn’t even know if there was any reason for them to want to be under his skin. 

“Come on, mate. The faster you admit it, the sooner this will be all over with. We’re just having a bit of a laugh, didn’t mean any harm.” Yunhyeong smoothed things over, coaxing a faint grin onto Hanbin’s lips. 

“Well I would love to but I don’t even know...” It was true, Hanbin wasn’t even sure what had compelled him to lied about coming to dinner when clearly, he had no plan to leave his bed for the rest of the night, not even to shower.

“Know?” The three boys teetering at the edge of their seats, watching the captain sauntering down the steps with a daze look in his eyes. 

“Know what this is.” Body crashing onto the slightly worn couch, Hanbin heaved a heavy sigh. “I don’t even know why I told her we were going to dinner.”

“Well, do you like spending time with her? Looked like you had fun earlier even if you claimed it was just homework.” Sneaking the last cupcake into his mouth, Jiwon muffled out a question that though very simple, it was anything but.

“It was just homework! and yea, I suppose. Felt nice talking to her.”

“Do you think she’s pretty?” 

“I guess, yea. Been spotting her for ages now in the hall, even before we had the same class.” A dreamy answer left Hanbin dancing in the memories of the past, recalling every details about you that seemed to draw him in like moth to fire. “Anyways, what’s with the 21 questions?”

“Just play along. Now, do you get all nervous and...” Donghyuk droned out, staring off into space as if the answer he was looking for written in the stars, fingers snapping. 

“Fluster.” Yunhyeong chimed in.

“Yes, fluster, when she smile or you know, does anything in general?”

“Yea?” The oblivious boy gave a hesitant answer, body folding forward in anticipation and honestly, a bit worry. “What does that mean?”

“Boy, you’ve got to be the stupidest person I’ve ever met... And I’ve met me!” Jiwon teased with a bit of a chuckle, quite proud though he wasn’t sure why. “I feel sorry for Y/n.” He added, to which Yunhyeong had agree with a series of quick nods, muttering something that sounded awful lot like “poor girl.” 

Hanbin was still very much clueless as to why his three friends suddenly stared back at him bit in awe and bit concern, like when he had told his mom he given the little girl next door the money she had given him for an ice lolly because “but she was so nice to me”. Donghyuk was shaking his head in disbelief and Yunhyeong kept on about how unfortunate everything was for you. Jiwon, well he got this look to his face that was somewhere in between the time Hanbin had told him he had made the quidditch team and throwing up. 

“What is going on, why am I stupid.” The conversation had only piled up frustration over everything else that he got going on, no where close to a solution.

“That’s why you’re stupid, you don’t even know why you’re stupid.” Jiwon sighed with a slap to his forehead, bit too hard by the little scowl on his lips and the his sudden need to sprawl onto the old couch. 

“Quit it man, I’m just confuse now.”Slumping forward, Hanbin got his best thinking cap on, elbows on his knees as he called upon the wisdom of the past through the flaring flames of the fire. 

“What Jiwon here was tryna say is, you’re in love.” As the oldest idiot of the bunch, Yunhyeong felt a sense of responsibility, be the big brother and the clear headed one when the other three would just rather sit and laugh at one another. He leaned forward with a pat to Hanbin’s back, nearly sending him tumbling onto the floor startled. 

“I’m what?” Wide eyes and mouth hanging to the floor, Hanbin stammered in complete and utter shock at the big L-word. How could he be? Was it even possible for someone to be in love and not aware of it, not even the tiniest bit?

“In love, well at least have a very big crush on little Y/n.”

“I do?” Baffled, surprised, perplexed, befuddled ... there wasn’t enough words to describe the tone that the question had just tumbled out from his lips.

“Seems like it to me.”

“Is that bad? Am I like not good enough for her?” He questioned once more, heart beating erratic. 

“What makes you say that?”

“Well you said you feel bad for her and Yunhyeong here had been on for ages about how unfortunate it is for her.” 

“It’s not bad that you fancy her. It’s bad because you yourself didn’t even realize it. You could’ve gone on for days flirting and confuse the poor girl. Mix signal is dangerous you know, could’ve been leading her on for ages without even knowing.” 

Hanbin nodded, that part made perfect sense, he supposed, yet his heart was still so confused at everything else. Could it really have been that he had been crushing on you this whole time. Hanbin surmised that if so, his behaviors certainly the past few months would’ve made perfect sense. How he can always spot you in a crowd, recognize that little tune no matter where. Made perfect sense too as to why there was a bit of souring in his heart (called it heartburn this entire time) whenever another boy so fondly speak of you. But again, how could he have developed a huge crush on you without even having spoken a word. 

These questions clouded his mind still as Jiwon quite literally dragged him by hand out the door, hunger now settled into their stomachs once the topic of their friend’s love life was addressed. Their chatter excited and footfall loud yet it fallen deaf on Hanbin as he floated along the hallway, reminiscent that of one of the many spirits dwelling the castle... Just bit more absentmindedly than most. He mumbled and muttered nonsense the entire way, worrying much of the painting, fearing that he had gotten struck with a spell during dueling or worse, possessed. Yet as the delicate aroma of roast beef dinner and various sweets tickled their noses, Hanbin was shaken out of his reverie not by the bright light of the Great Hall illuminating the darken path, but rather, your laughter. He searched and searched and found no word to describe how perfect your little giggle had been. Crisp? Delightful? Sweet? Perhaps all of the aforementioned? Hanbin wasn’t sure any longer, an unbearable sense of urgency flooded his chest as your chatter grew loud. He joined the rest of the boy in rushing about the last few meters toward the entrance but not by the same reason, not because he was hungry. 

His heart drummed to its own beat as his eyes met yours, robe and uniform long gone. In their places were plain ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and perhaps the most wonderful, giant red knitted cardigan that seemingly complimented your glow so adorably. He felt his heart stopped and time frozen, never before had he seen you in casual clothes and Hanbin have got no clue how to react. The world melted away and his vision blurred, unable to comprehend anything that very instant, and really, how could he when you had effortlessly transformed into the cutest autumn fairy waiting for his arrival. 

“I do...” Hanbin whispered gently to himself, the questions no longer badgering at his heart as he stepped confidently toward the spot you had been patting softly. He wasn’t sure still if anything happened in the last 10 minutes had made a lick of sense but no longer did he care, though one thing was certain, everything was right in the world when you’re by his side. 

-Spellbound masterlist