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hitmanexchange · 1 year ago

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Welcome to Hitman Holiday Hoarders, a gifting fest for the Hitman fandom! 🎁

Detailed schedule and rules under the cut!

Schedule

December 6 – Sign-Ups Open

December 31 – Sign-Ups Close

January 6 – Gift Reveals (16:59 UTC)

January 13 – Creator Reveals (16:59 UTC)

All times are 23:59 UTC unless otherwise specified.

The Basics

Hitman Holiday Hoarders is a gifting fest in the style of Fandom Giftbox and Fandom Trees.

Gifts are required to be drabble length (100 words) at minimum. Longer works are of course welcome.

What is a gifting fest?

Participants sign up by adding a prompt with their characters, relationships, the highest rating they're comfortable receiving, and any DNWs (Do Not Want). Others then fill their empty gift basket with short fics, and everyone gets to open their presents when the collection is revealed on January 6th.

You are not expected to write a gift for someone else if you sign up, but you're of course welcome to do so. This fest is for everyone who would like to receive a gift fic, but can't participate in exchanges for whatever reason. This event is for everyone who wants to read Hitman fanfiction and would like to receive a little gift fic. It's also for everyone who wants to write Hitman fanfiction and enjoys writing little treats with no required reciprocation.

Requests

How many requests can I add?

You can place one request under this tree. The writer(s) who choose(s) to write a ficlet for you can pick

If you’d like to suggest a specific scenario, add it to your request’s description. Try to find the right balance between an interesting idea that gives authors something to work with and a too restrictive request. You can also specify if you'd like to receive cute fluff, for example, or which characters you'd like in your fic.

You may add up to four fandoms (minimum: one) to your request. The fandoms to choose from are the Hitman video games and the other canon mediums, namely the two tie-in novels "Enemy Within" and "Damnation", and the comic book series "Agent 47: Birth of the Hitman".

Characters and Ships

You can add the characters and ships you'd like to see to the optional details of your request. When asking for relationships between characters, please make sure to use A/B for romantic or sexual interactions (including queerplatonic) and A & B for platonic or familial interactions to avoid misunderstandings.

Rating

Please pick the highest rating you're comfortable receiving. Ratings lower than the one you picked are implied; if you chose Mature, you may also receive a fic that was rated General Audiences or Teen & Up.

If you're a minor, please don't request fics that were rated Mature or Explicit. Please don't add to your request or your letter that you're a minor, we're going by basic internet safety rules here.

Fics with a higher rating than the one you chose will not be revealed until the issue is resolved.

DNW and Letters

You also have the option to add a link to a letter. These can be very useful to give your writer ideas for possible gifts. It can also be invaluable for telling them what you do not want at all.

If you have anything you Do Not Want (DNW), it must be in the request directly to be enforceable. Authors should respect the Do Not Want list; however, the requester should not abuse it to try and force the author into a corner. Do Not Wants that appear only in an external letter will not be enforced.

Please word your DNWs neutrally, and please don't explain why you don't want to see it in your gift.

Am I guaranteed a gift?

No, this is a gifting fest, not a gift exchange. Gifts are not guaranteed, but we can work together to make sure everyone who puts a request under the tree receives a gift.

Can I stay anonymous?

You can add your request anonymously, and you can choose to stay anonymous. In that case, the fic(s) written for you will not be gifted to you, but only be a prompt fill in response to your request.

Required Commenting

If you received a gift fic, even if you also wrote a fic for someone else, please try to leave a positive comment on your gift before creator reveals.

Giving kudos and sharing the gift you received on social media or to your blog, and adding it to your rec list/public bookmarks is also encouraged, but not a requirement.

If you can't comment during the anonymous period, please do so as soon as possible after creator reveals.

Participants who did not comment on their received gift fic will not be able to participate in future gifting fests or prompt fests until they caught up with any missing comments.

I don't have an AO3 account!

There's still enough time to request an invite by joining the queue. If you learned about this event too late and can't get an invite before December 25th, please contact me and I'll help you out.

Prompt Fills

Minimum Requirements

Since this is a gifting fest and a busy time for everyone, the minimum requirements are intentionally low: 100 words, which is a drabble. If you want to write more, you absolutely can! There is no maximum wordcount.

Prompt fills need to honour the requester's DNW (Do Not Want) and the maximum rating they chose. Works need to be newly published for this exchange and created by you in good faith. AI-generated works are not welcome.

Posting

In order to post, go to your AO3 claims page and click the "fill" button on your claimed prompt. That will take you to a new-works form with the prompt already tickied. If the request you picked was not anonymous (or is not anonymous anymore by January 6th), please gift your work to the person whose request you picked. You might need to add the username yourself.

Deadline

There is no hard deadline, but since this is a holiday themed gifting fest, please post your work to the collection before work reveals on January 6th. The collection will stay open, and you can post additional works both during the anonymous period and afterwards.

Anonymity

Works stay anonymous until creator reveals, the Saturday after work reveals.

Please don't reveal your identity before that. Don't add your work to one of your existing series, add a revealing author's note, or discuss your work on social media. The anonymous period is part of the fun. You're free to do all these things after the creators are revealed! Logged-in comment replies to your own work will not reveal your identity; you'll show as "Anonymous Creator" until work reveals. Feel free to reply to the comments you receive during the anon period.

Multi-Fills

You may claim a request that has already been claimed by someone else. Since this is a gifting fest without assignments, please try to also claim a request that hasn't been claimed yet, to make sure everyone who participates receives at least one gift.

Be friendly!

Make sure that your prompts and your fanworks do not contain any hostile elements towards people you disagree with in any part of the fanwork (title, tags, summary, author's notes, body text). Refrain from adding DNI notes.

If you shame or harass other participants, or if there are signs that you have deliberately caused problems in multiple exchanges, the mod will delete your signup.

#Hitman #Hitman Fandom #Hitman Exchanges and Events #Hitman Fanfiction #Hitman Holiday Hoarders #Hitman Holiday Hoarders 2023

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mxstball · 7 months ago

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"Oh, it looks amazing on you!"

"Where did you get this from, Meredith?" Jörmungandr is now wearing the keyhole-virgin killer combo sweater that Meredith just made.

"I made it because I was inspired on that gift in my room. Is it comfortable?"

"Well, yes, I guess." Jörmungandr turned around as if to look at his back. "Although this feels... a little more exposed than I had anticipated."

"Well, I think it looks sexy on you." Meredith took a step back and went invisible.

...only to appear behind him. She reached out and hugged him, going underneath Jörmungandr's sweater. "The ease of access is especially nice. Hehe." Meredith leaned forward a little and kissed the nape of Jörmungandr's neck.

"Meredith, dear." Jörmungandr was a little red in the face.

"What? I can't help myself. You know tha--" Meredith quickly sensed why Jörmungandr was flustered.

"...Didn't know that I had to knock before turning the hallway, too."

Oh, shit. Right. They're in the hallway. "H--Heidi! S--s--so sorry."

Oh, Daiyu definitely appeared at a weird time. "Uhhhh--"

Oh, dear.

Heidi shook her head. "By the way, papa. What in the world are you wearing? Where's you get one of those sweaters from?"

Meredith took her hands out of Jörmungandr's sweater and raised her hand. "O--oh. Uh... I uh... actually uh... gave it to him."

"You... gave it to him?"

She nodded. "There was a strange gift that arrived. Hold on." Meredith ran back into her room and fetched the giftbox and the original sweater that was given to her. "Here! It was one of these with the back exposed, kind of like your friend! So, I used my garment making abilities to craft one with the top exposed to see how it'd look on him."

"...Who was the gift from?"

"It's from uh..." Meredith checked. "It... doesn't say who it's from. Your father just said that it just appeared out of nowhere."

"...." That's all that she needed to hear. There's only one world that had that sense of humor and would leave things unmarked. "...Shichuurin." Now, she wondered where the Palkia got the idea from....

#muse heidi #meredith #jormungandr #daiyu #verse: main

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annaofthenorthernlights · 3 years ago

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It´s your life

Chapter 6

New home

Setting: Kristanna - Modern AU

Rating for this chapter: M (mentioning of sexual actions, this time at the end…🙃)

Word counting: 2738

Previous chapters (on AO3)

Summary: When Anna had finished unpacking her suitcases, she felt even more at home. She wondered what it would be like to live here for the rest of her life. The thought made her smile, but was she allowed to think that way then?

Another note at the end of chapter…

Again, Anna stood before her suitcases and bags, that waited to get unpacked. She looked around the room. Kristoff must have rearranged his shelf and cupboard in his bedroom, to provide some space for her personal belongings. She liked her new surroundings. The three-room flat was situated right above the neat little carpentry. It was a cosy place.

Kristoff and Sven had got the chance to purchase the whole complex one year ago, when the former owner simply got too old to run the workshop any longer. The old carpenter had been delighted to leave the whole building to the young newcomers and had asked a fair price, that was in the reach to pay off in due time, if their work would flourish soon enough. And with the new project on plan, they would get good chances to make themselves a respectable name in near time. Sven himself lived next to his parents further down the town.

Kristoff and Sven had just met the project manager for the new construction site today to sign the contract for their involvement in this development. She had been so proud of him and was happy for her.

When Anna had finished unpacking her suitcases, she felt even more at home. She wondered what it would be like to live here for the rest of her life. The thought made her smile, but was she allowed to think that way then? She gnawed on her lips and sat down on the bed and let herself fall backwards to stare at the ceiling. Where would she be supposed to go from here? She didn´t want to be in the way or sort of intruder. But when she had called Kristoff right after she had left the family estate, he had not hesitated a second to announce his coming over to pick her up. Apparently, he was happy to have her here. Anna felt a gratefulness that reached deep within her, like a warm bath she could dwell in and relax, letting all anxiety drift away bit by bit.

The box with her study books sat in the corner. Anna sat up and thought for a moment. Yes, she would finish her studies, pass her finals best she could. But there was no reason not to look for a job in the meanwhile, to make her own living. To start her new gained life with some useful tasks.

And when she heard Kristoff rummaging in the kitchen with pans and plates, she decided to give her newfound freedom a good push start.

*****

It had been a troubled moment when Anna had called him right after his lunch break. She had been shaken; Kristoff could tell. But then, had he not expected such a call, and had he not secretly favoured it to be so? Not that he wanted his girlfriend to be devastated, the way she had got kicked out, not at all. But she was here now, with him, and he so hoped Anna would consider this her home, too. But then, compared to her former home… there was not much he had to offer. So, it had touched him deeply that she had just said this to him two hours ago.

“This is all. There´s not much left… I´ve nothing to bring, Kristoff… Nothing to offer that makes me a great catch to be taken home with. Will you still have me?” She had said. If only she would understand how happy he was having her.

He thought of the little gift box that was stored in his living room desk by now. He had carried it around so many times already. If only he could manage to find the right moment to ask her… But then, she surely needed to settle, to get acquainted with her life, that had just turned upside down within a few hours. How could he come her way now and ask her to join his world without her having figured out her own in the first place…

Kristoff had not heard Anna´s approaching and was occupied with the food on the stove, when two slender arms reached around his waist and a small body leaned in against his back. He smiled at this tender touch and patted Anna´s hands on his chest. It felt good, so good, to have her here.

“Have I thanked you already for taking me in?” She nuzzled into his shoulder blades.

Kristoff turned his head sideways and cooed to her, “have I told you how happy I am of having you here?” He shifted slightly to turn down the gas, shoved the pans to the side and turned within her embrace just to pull her close and burry his lips in her hair.

Gosh, I love you! I want to marry you, make you happy, start a family of our own… laugh with you, cry with you, grow old together, keep each other warm during cold nights…

If only he knew the right moment to ask her…

“Are you hungry? Dinner´s ready.”

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“Please, Anna, you don´t need to prove anything to me. Why don´t you just concentrate on your final exams for the upcoming weeks and be my guest for the meanwhile?”

“But I don´t want to be some sort of house sitter.” Anna gnawed on her lips, while turning her napkin in her hands. “You are so generous to me; I mean you shifted your things to leave some space to my stuff and on top of all you serve me the best food one could possibly get in this town. I want to contribute!”

Kristoff sighed and reached forward to lay his hand on hers.

“I know you do. But honestly Anna, I mean it. Take your time to look around and whenever you find something suitable, we can figure out how to proceed. I love having you here with me. And I will not hesitate to tell you every day if necessary. Besides, I always thought relationship is about being there for each other.”

Anna couldn´t help but smile at Kristoff with sparkling eyes. His words had stirred something within her. What if I could stay here forever? But yes, she needed to proceed for now, and to be hosted by this wonderful man was the greatest gift she was allowed to accept right now.

“Thank you!” She said simply. “I promise to concentrate on those upcoming weeks. But please let me at least share some chores with you. Imagine me proofing to you of being a capable housekeeper?” She giggled and waved off the thought with rolling eyes.

Kristoff grinned and remarked laughing, “go ahead. My home is your castle.”

Anna thought for a moment and tilted her head with a smirk.

“Suggestion for this first night… You know, I´m off the rag again.”

*****

Kristoff sat at the bedside and bent down to kiss his sweetheart awake. Not that easy a task, for Anna was a good sleeper. He didn´t mind. She was here and it was important that she feel safe and home. So, a good night rest would do her any good.

“Hey beautiful, good morning.” He cooed to her ear.

A mumbling something came from underneath a mess of red hair.

“I must head down for work. Breakfast is still on the table. Will you be alright? If you need anything don´t hesitate to come down, will you? Or give me a call. Yes?”

The mass of red hair moved slightly, and some part of a face came to sight, eyes still closed but the lips forming a “goo-mon… iwill… thx…”

A good hour later, after a shower and some crunchy oatmeal for the start, Anna sat over her books again. There was not lecture in today, so she could make herself a good home study day, which – at the end – turned out to be not very efficient. While she could hear the sawing machine and hammering and screwing activities from downstairs, Anna cherished the realisation of being where she was.

Though, her thoughts would wander off to here and there. Rewinding memory of the encounter with her grandfather popped into her mind. Then, she mused over how and what Elsa might be up to by now. Anna grabbed her mobile and checked her messages. There was nothing from her sister. She hesitated first, but then she sent off a quick note to Elsa, just saying that she was fine and sitting over her books (after all and at least, her study library was spread out before her, so it was no lie).

But most of all Anna could not help remembering Kristoff surprising her with that unforgettable trip to Disneyland. The memory of their partaking in those two parades made her dream off all along. It had been miraculous. It was just then, that she remembered her idea of the photo that must hang out as their reminder. Anna connected her mobile with Kristoff´s printer and looked through the drawers for suitable print paper. Ah, there it was. She reached for the pile of postcard sized photopaper, just to spot a little purple giftbox with a tiny fake sunflower on top, that lay neatly stored right behind the paper pile.

She was always told not to be nosy. Of course, she would not rummage within Kristoff´s belongings. She hastily pushed the drawer close and sat straight to commit herself on printing her pictures. The printer rattled and the photos ended up in the tray. No, she would not peep… But then, she had to put back the left-over photo papers. Okay, close your eyes, pull open the drawer and put back the pile. No. The pile must lay just the way you´ve found it. So then, pull open the drawer, concentrate on the paper pile in the front and then quickly shut that dam drawer!

The rest of the morning, Anna spent crafting a neat little frame for the special picture. She had pulled out a sheet of paper from her study paper and kept crafting and colouring little paper flowers and hearts along the hemline. Then, she glued the photo in the middle, and it was perfect. Around lunchtime she was done, and the lovely memory stuck to the refrigerator (Mickey and Minnie Mouse with Kristoff in the middle).

All the while she had been busy and distracted, concentrating dreamingly on her first contribution to add a little something to her new home. But now? She should go back over her books… What was in that little box?!

It was time for lunch and Kristoff and Sven were waiting. She´d better leave… That box…

*****

“Look, what we´ve got!” Kristoff beckoned Anna closer, when she had come down the stairs. She stepped closer to notice him looking at some piece of paper in his hand, shaking his head smiling. He showed her the content of the received post.

Anna gasped loudly and put a hand to her chest. “Oh my gosh, that´s so neat!” She grabbed at the photograph, that showed them both in costume. They were sitting on the sled and Kristoff had placed his arm around her shoulder, while Anna had put a hand on his knee. They were smiling at each other. It was a zoomed in pic and it was so loveable. A wonderful addition to the Mouse-family!

“Matthias has sent a little note with the picture,” Kristoff continued, “if we were ever looking for a job at Disneyland, we should just give him a call.” He laughed and placed a hand at her shoulder blades.

Anna withdraw her eyes from the wonderful picture and beamed up at him, chirping “good to know! If nothing works, I´d give it a try. Would be lovely to see Honeymaren again, anyway.”

Don´t look to much in his eyes, you will ask… Don´t ask what´s in that box…. Don´t!!!!

Luckily, Sven came in to give her a gentle hug and then they headed for a quick lunch break at the coffee shop around the corner.

Anna was determined to go over her lecture prep for the next day. She must concentrate and focus on her duty… If only she wasn´t so nosy… What if she just peeped a tiny little bit? No! She wouldn´t! For some reason, the little gift was in there. What if it was simply an empty box, waiting for a content? No. She wouldn´t peep… If it was meant to be for her in the first place… The surprise would be worth it! If…

*****

It was her second night in her new home and Anna felt content all over. She was about to get ready for bed and finished her evening routine in the bathroom. While brushing her teeth, she thought of the early evening. Kristoff had smiled at her craft work at the refrigerator and mentioned with a grin that her proof of good housekeeping was paying off already. He had earned himself a good playful punch to his upper arm for that. He hadn´t asked where she had got the photo paper from. Maybe he had been too tired from his work to think of the drawer. A thought hit her mind and she nearly dropped the toothbrush. What if he wouldn´t remember the giftbox? What if he had stored it in there ages ago and had forgotten about it? Okay, stop that brooding! And most of all – don´t say anything about it! You´re not nosy! Best you go to sleep right away!

When Anna came into the bedroom, Kristoff sat on the bed, looking at his mobile. He wore his boxer shorts as always and nothing else. He looked so dam good. Anna couldn´t go to sleep right away like that…

“Sven has texted just before,” Kristoff remarked glancing at her, “he invited us over to his place for tomorrow evening. His sister is coming and would love to see us again.”

“Ah, Susan, yes, that be lovely.” Anna exclaimed and shifted herself closer to Kristoff.

He put his mobile on the bedside table and offered her an embrace, which she eagerly responded by snuggling herself even closer.

“Are you alright so far?” Kristoff asked, while running a hand through her hair, and placing his lips to her forehead.

“Thank you yes. I think I will be fine with the final lectures coming up. I´m so glad to be here. It´s like a lucky twist of things, that I can learn without pressure and know I´m appreciated for who I am and not for what I achieve.”

Kristoff sighed and increased his embrace to confirm his appreciation. “I´m glad you´re comfy here. And I hope you can let go of what has been implicated on you. Maybe time will help. Hey, your family loves you, I´m sure. They just can´t get beyond their boundaries. That´s sad enough.”

Anna smiled into his chest and pressed a kiss to this broad ripcage. “Yes, thank you, I know. I have texted Elsa today that I´m fine and she´d replied I should contact her when I feel like it. I guess I will call her soon. After all, she always cared in her way.”

But for now, Anna didn´t feel like any more talking. There was another urge within her to show her affection and appreciation of the man that had been so loving to her all this time and who would sweep her off her feet in his ways! No matter, what was in that box…

So, she continued her tender work, shifting to straddle his lap, kissing his chest and neck all the while. By now Kristoff had placed his hands on her hips and was fiddling to pull up her nightshirt. Anna moved her hips and then freed herself completely from the gown.

They would run tender hands along their bodies, Anna lowered herself to press her lips to his. She circled her hips on his lap, favouring his hardness increasingly pushing up against her sensitive skin. Her hard nipples touched his chest and the soft groan from his throat sent an electrifying shiver down her abdomen. Kristoff embraced his girlfriend gently but firm and turned them both over to the side. Anna helped to pull off his pants and welcomed him eagerly and ready to unite.

And when they loved each other tenderly with Kristoff whispering “I love you” in her ear, Anna felt herself at home just so much more.

*****

Note: This fic is still dedicated to @justfrozenthings; sometimes we´re meant to concentrate on things... but for some reason we get distracted… Wait, where´s my mind gone…? 😊 And, what´s in that giftbox...🤪 => The next (and probably last) chapter should solve the unnerving curiousness 🤗

#Frozen #Kristanna #fanfiction #Modern AU #new home #what´s in that giftbox...

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phoenix-oasis · 3 years ago

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When you flinch in a fight pt 2

Hey lovelies! Admin Oasis here! So I realize I made a mistake. I finished this ages ago, but because of work, I have a fulltime job now, I didn’t realize that I hadn’t posted this. I’m sorry it’s so late, but here is the part two to when Got7 make their S/O flinch.

Jay B:

Jay stared at the stage that Jay Park had prepared for him. He was supposed to perform a special with G1nger and Gray, but the truth was he wasn’t excited to be here anymore. He stared at the lights, the dancers, and he shook his head. His every thought was with you and the way that he’d left things.

How could he have been so loud, so intimidating that you were scared of him? He would never hurt you, never in his life. The fact that you were scared that he might, however, was what had him distracted.

“What do you think?” Jay P. said, putting a hand around Jay’s shoulder. “You come out from between the dancers, G1nger is belting her verse, Gray comes out smoothly, and then it’s all you.”

“It sounds amazing,” Jay said, disheartened.

“You don’t sound excited,” Jay P. said, looking at him curiously. “What’s up?”

“I’m fine,” Jay said, ever the professional. “I’ll get the job done, hyung.”

“Hey,” Jay P. said, putting an arm out to stop Jay from making his way to the stage. “What’s up?”

“Y/N and I had a fight, just before you came to pick me up,” Jay said, trying to hide how desperate he was to go back to the house. “It wasn’t Y/N fault, it’s mine. I’ve been neglectful lately for work, and was finally called out on it.”

“And you got defensive,” Jay P. guessed. “You always get that way when someone questions your work ethic.”

Jay looked at Jay P. curiously. “Do I?” The older man nodded, a grin on his face. “Well, I said some very unnecessary things, some very hurtful things, and I was so intimidating that Y/N thought I would be violent.”

“Jay, work will always be there,” Jay P. said, and he tilted his head to the side. “People not so much, especially people who give you their all and expect nothing.” Jay looked at him, the conflict in his eyes over whether or not he should stay. “Go. I’ll take care of this.”

He smiled at his friend/boss and nodded. As he left the building, he called the closest five star restaurant, and he made a reservation. He raced to the closest boutique and bought you a whole new, expensive outfit, and some flowers. Then he raced home.

The second he saw you; he knew that you were not going to talk to him, that you would maybe even be scared of him, but he would make it right. You saw him come into the apartment, and you jumped up to your feet. You tried to leave, but he managed to grab your hand.

“I know that you don’t want to see me, that you’re scared of me, but I want a chance to make this right for you, for us,” he said, his thumb caressing the back of your hand. “I know that I have a lot of making up to do, but let me start with a couple of presents.” He handed you a giftbox and the flowers. “Change into this, and then get ready for a real, long, proper date, where I will ask you about your days, and you can ask me about mine if you want to.”

You gave him a wary look, but you nodded your head. You opened the box, seeing the outfit, complete with accessories, and you smiled. He nodded and ushered you into the bedroom to change. That night was the best of your relationship, and you heard everything about his week, and you told him about your week. He vowed never to make you feel scared of him again.

Mark:

Mark watched as you ran off, and he closed his eyes. He knew that you would think he was cheating, especially with the way that Angel was acting. She was just affectionate though, and she acted that way with everyone.

He sighed and walked back into the studio. Angel looked at him and gave him a smile. “Did y/n leave?” Mark nodded, and he sat back down. “I don’t know why Y/N came to interrupt us anyway.” Mark furrowed his brow at her tone, and he turned to look at her. “We were busy.”

She leaned in and kissed him, and Mark pushed her away hard. She rolled into the other side of the desk, and he shook his head. “What the hell is your problem?” He stood up and gestured with his hands, as he got angrier and angrier. “I have been telling Y/N for the past few weeks that you are affectionate with everyone, AND THAT YOU DON’T HAVE FEELINGS FOR ME!” He ran his hands over his face, and he groaned in frustration. “I just got after Y/N for that behavior! I made Y/N believe that I would be violent, hit Y/N, because of YOU!” He took a deep a breath and sighed. “Get the fuck out of my studio. I have to go find my partner.”

Angel’s eyes widened, and she grabbed her things and left. Mark looked down at his phone and texted you. You read the message, but you didn’t answer him. He groaned, and he called you, but you didn’t answer. As a matter of fact, you let it go straight to voicemail. He realized he’d messed up, so badly. He didn’t know how to convince you that he wasn’t interested in her, just you, or how he could make up for what he made you feel.

You wouldn’t be going to the apartment, he knew that. There was only one person that you would go to, if you even considered breaking up with him, and that was your friend’s place. Mark drove there, as fast as he could, and raced up to your friend’s apartment. A man was there, a big pizza box, a hat, and he was about to knock on your friend’s door.

“Hey!” Mark called, scaring the poor kid. He almost dropped the pizza, turning to look at Mark as he ran up to the delivery man. “I’ll pay for the pizza, and let me deliver it.”

“What?” the kid asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Just let me pay for it, and let me deliver it,” Mark said, nodding. “How much is it?”

You heard a knock on your friend’s door, and you sighed. “I’ll get the pizza,” you called.

“My wallet is on the table!” she called back.

Right, cause you were going to let her pay for your depression-binge-eating. You grabbed your wallet, and went to answer the door. You gasped. Mark was standing in front of you. He put a finger to his lips, asking you not to say anything, probably because your friend would ream him a new one for raising his hands at you.

He pulled a stack of cards out from behind his back. He smiled sadly at you, and you sighed. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket, and then he turned on a song. The melody was soft, and his voice rang out of the speaker. He held out the cue cards, as the song continued to play in the background, a soft love song about how he found the one, and how much his life had changed for the better, and you read them as he changed them.

“I’m very sorry for scaring you. I know that I fucked up, in the worst way. I would never hurt you, never. I love you with everything I have, and I could never hurt you. You were right about Angel. I’m never working with her again. I don’t care about her, only you. Please forgive me, take me back, and come back home. I need you in my life, just like the song says. I love you.”

You bit the inside of your lip, trying to figure out if this should be enough, if you could trust what he was saying now, if he really wasn’t going to work with that woman again. He held out his hand for you, and you took it tentatively. He pulled you into his arms.

“I’m really sorry, baby,” he whispered into your ear. “Please believe me that I didn’t realize she was thinking that way, and I should have listened to you. I would never hurt you, never.”

“Ok,” you said, nodding. “I believe you.”

“Will you come home?” he asked, looking down at you.

“We’re waiting for a pizza,” you answered.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, and bent down to get the pizza box off the floor. “I am here to serve.”

You laughed, taking the pizza and taking it inside. You turned to him, and nodded, taking your things. You turned back to the inside, told your friend you were leaving, and then followed Mark out. You would trust him this time, to never hurt you, or scare you again.

Jackson:

Jackson walked back into the apartment, maybe thirty minutes later. He was debating what to do. He wasn’t sure if he should wait, give you some space, or if he should walk up to the bedroom, and try to apologize right now.

He couldn’t stand the thought of you, in that room, thinking that he was ever capable of hurting you. With a sigh, he walked to the bedroom door, knocked, and waited. He heard you sniffling through the door, and he let his head fall back. He hated the fact that you were scared of him, that you were in there crying, because of him.

“Baby,” he said softly, but you didn’t answer him. He tried the door, surprised that it was not locked, and he called out again. “I’m coming in, baby.”

He took in a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the room. He looked at the bed, thinking that you would be on there, under the covers. You weren’t. With a furrowed brow, he looked around the room. He saw your feet under the desk in the room, where he worked when he was at home. With another grounding sigh, Jackson walked up to the desk and peeked under it.

You huddled into yourself, and Jackson sighed. “Baby, can you come out so that we can talk?”

“It’s ok, Jackson, I get it,” you said, shaking your head. “Your work is important.”

“No, no,” he said, shaking his head with you. “No, I want to talk to you, and to hold your hands, and apologize properly to you. I want you to look me in the eye as I tell you that I would never, ever be mad enough to hurt you. I want to say everything that I need to, and I don’t want to be under my desk when I do.”

You looked down and nodded. With a smile, he helped you out from under the table. Never once letting go of your hand, he led you to the bed, where he sat you down. Instead of sitting next to you, he knelt in front of you and took your hands. You looked at him, for a few seconds, and then you averted your eyes down.

“Y/N,” he called, making you look at him. “I know that you thought that I was going to hurt you, but I would never. I love you way too much to ever hurt you at all.” You looked down. “But you were right to get angry at me for changing our plans. I’m sorry about doing that to you, especially on our anniversary.”

“You remembered?” you asked.

“I was reminded,” he answered. “But I shouldn’t have to have been reminded. I’m sorry.” He tilted his head to the side. “I can’t promise you that I will never forget about our anniversary again, or that I won’t put work before everything else in my life, but I can promise that I would never hurt you intentionally, either emotionally or physically. You mean too much to me.”

“I love you too, Jackson,” you said, putting your arms around his neck. “Can we go out now?”

“Anything you want, baby,” he said, smiling at you.

You went out on your scheduled date, later than intended, but still on your anniversary.

Jinyoung:

His script was in his car. He’d left it there the night before, and he had remembered after he’d scared you into thinking that he would hit you. With a sigh, he stared at the script and then looked up at the apartment building that you were in, locked in the bedroom he shared with you, and thinking that he had been seconds away from beating you.

He let his head fall back onto the seat of his car, and he sighed. He ran his hand over his face, trying to wipe away the exhaustion that he was feeling. For the past two weeks, he’d been filming during the day and at night, and even though that wasn’t an excuse for how he’d acted, how much he’d scared you, it was the reason he’d lashed out and lost his patience.

“It’s time to make it right with Y/N,” he said, as he got out of his car.

When he walked in through the front door, he tripped into the suitcases that were next to the door. They were yours, and he was starting to panic. He threw the flowers he’d gotten onto the table, as well as the bottle of your favorite champagne.

“Y/N,” he called, coming to a stop at the bedroom door. He heard you curse softly, before he knocked again. “Can you come out so we can talk?”

You opened the door, pulling out a box filled with your shoes. You looked at him for a second, and when he made a move to caress your cheek, you flinched back. He knew his expression reflected how much it hurt that you flinched away from him.

“W…what,” he cleared his throat before he tried again. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Somewhere that I can afford,” you answered, attempting to move around him.

“Wait,” he said, looking at you with remorse. He shook his head, and he sighed deeply, trying to calm his wildly beating heart. “Please, just let me make it up to you, everything that happened this morning, please.”

“How?” you asked, shaking your head. “How are you going to change the fact that you basically said I was freeloading here, because I don’t make enough to keep us living here.” He flinched, hearing his own words thrown back at him. “How are you going to change the fact that you wanted to hit me?”

“No,” he said right away, interrupting you. “No, let’s get one thing straight, because I don’t’ ever want you to think that I would ever get angry enough to actually put my hands on you. You mean way too much to me to ever disrespect you and our relationship that way. I was not going to hit you. I’m sorry that, even for a second, you thought I was.”

“Ok, I will admit that I didn’t really think that you were going to hit me, but I got scared that you might,” you answered. “But that’s just a detail. What you said, it hurt so much more.”

“I know, and let me just explain, please,” he pleaded. “If, after you hear me out, you still want to leave, then I’ll respect your decision and leave this place.”

You looked down for a second, and then invited him to talk with a look. He took in a deep breath, and then he led you to the living room. He sat next to you, your knees touching, and you looked up at him.

“I know that you think that I think that you don’t do anything here, but you are indispensable to me.” You rolled your eyes, but he shook his head. “I’m being serious. You are necessary for my sanity and peace of mind. I know how hard you work, but what you do here, at home, for me is amazing. I know when you’re here that I’m going to have support, and love, and compassion. I love you, and everything that you do for me doesn’t go ignored. I don’t acknowledge it, which I should, but I do see what you do. I can’t live without you. You make my life better, and I can’t make it in this life without you.”

You bit your lower lip, looking down for a second. When you looked back up at him, you smiled, nodding your head. You put your box down, and Jinyoung breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled you into his arms, and kissed the top of your head. You felt the slight tremors of his body, letting you know he really had been scared of losing you.

“I love you,” he whispered into your hair.

“I love you too, Jinyoung,” you answered.

The release of relief was palpable, and you knew he would never hurt you again.

Youngjae:

Coco was in Youngjae’s room, asleep under the bed. She was lying, sleeping, and oblivious to the fact that Youngjae and you were freaking out because you two couldn’t find her. Youngjae looked down at Coco, and then he sighed.

“Why did you hide?” he asked, and Coco stuck her tongue out, smiling at him as she panted. “I just yelled at your mom, because you decided to take a nap, and then ignore us.” She just kept smiling at Youngjae, and he turned to the door. “Let’s go find your mom.”

Youngjae got her leash and then he led her out the door. Youngjae didn’t walk long, before he found you, looking under cars and tables, trying to find Coco. He cleared his throat, before he brought his hands up to his mouth.

“Y/N,” he called. You looked up, before he held up the leash. “I found her. You were right, she was under the bed.”

With a sob, you ran over to Coco, picking her up and cuddling her. “You dumb dog,” you sobbed, giving her kisses. “You scared the hell out of me!”

You carried Coco all the way back to the house. You walked right by him and towards the apartment building. Youngjae sighed and followed you. He would explain once inside the place. He would try to make everything right again.

A few minutes later, he walked into the doorway of the living room, where you were sitting reading a mystery novel. He looked down at Coco, and he motioned for you. Coco took the piece of paper in her mouth and trotted over to you. You smiled at her, picked her up, and took the piece of paper from her.

You unfolded it, and saw that it was a song. You looked up, seeing Youngjae looking at you, a look of regret on his face. You looked back down at the song, and read the lyrics. They were all about how you had come into his life and changed it for the better. How he looked forward to coming home to you, regardless of how much he hurt you, intentionally or not. He talked about how much he loved you, and all the benefits you brought to his life, and how much he couldn’t see his life without you in it. Even though you didn’t want to, you smiled, tears filling your eyes. You looked up at him again, and bit your lower lip.

“I know that you’re upset with me right now, and you have every right to be,” he said, walking up to you. “I’m very sorry for the way that I spoke to you, making it seem like you lost Coco intentionally.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You looked down, remembering how he’d made you feel. You remembered how scared you had been when he’d raised his voice, feeling like you were so sure he was going to hate you for the rest of your life for losing his dog, how he might just hit you because of it.

“I want you to know that I would never hurt you,” he said, tilting his head down to look at you in the eye. “I would never physically hurt you, not intentionally, not ever.” You hugged Coco to you, and bit your lower lip again. “I love you way too much to be violent with you. You mean the world to me, and if I have to make up for this for the rest of my life, to help you forgive me and trust me again, then I will.”

“I know, Jae,” you whispered, hugging Coco. “I just didn’t like it when you screamed at me. I got scared.”

His arms moved around you, pulling you into his chest, and he sighed. “I know, and I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so, so sorry. I won’t ever do that again, I promise.”

“Ok,” you said, your voice muffled by his shirt. “I love your song by the way.”

“It’s your song,” he answered, moving back to look at you. “I wrote it for you. Because you are my life.”

You smiled, resting your cheek against Youngjae’s chest, knowing that this was not a normal thing for Youngjae to do. You knew he’d be more careful with his words from now on.

BamBam:

You opened the door to your friend’s apartment, as someone had knocked. To say that you were surprised to find BamBam’s mom on the other side was an understatement. She took in a deep breath before she nodded.

“Can you join me for a coffee, please?” she asked.

Feeling apprehensive, you decided to listen to what she had to say, although you really didn’t want to. With a small nod, you turned to grab your things. As you stepped into the café, she motioned for a chair, and then went to place the order. When she came back, she sat down, and a few minutes of awkward silence ensued. When the order was ready, you saw her take a deep breath, and then she went to get it.

She sat down, placed a Macha latte in front of you, and you looked up at her. How did she know that you didn’t like coffee? She looked down at her mug for a few minutes, and then she looked up at you again.

“I’m here to ask you to come back to the apartment with BamBam,” she said.

“It’s clear that I’m not wanted, or needed there,” you answered, looking at your latte.

“That’s not true,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “I talked with BamBam after you left two days ago. He was basically having a breakdown, because he’s pretty sure that he’s lost you, and it’s been hell for him since then.” Tears filled her eyes, and you tried not to care that she was distraught, but you did. “He needs you more than I realized, and as much as I don’t think that you are the right person for him, clearly he thinks differently.”

“He values your opinion,” you said, shrugging, “and I don’t want to compete with your opinion anymore.”

“You will not,” she said, turning desperate eyes to you. “I promise you that I won’t interfere, I won’t bad mouth you, I won’t disrespect you anymore, because while he values my opinion, BamBam needs you, and watching him pace back and forth, muttering how he’s scared you away, thinking he would hurt you, it’s breaking my heart. Please, just come back.”

Just the thought of BamBam worried, pacing, distraught because he lost you, caused you more pain than you wanted to admit. His mom took your hands, making you look at her. She seemed desperate, needing you to listen to her.

“Please come back,” she said, nodding. “I promise that I’m going to give you the chance that you need to make him happy, I’ll butt out of his life.”

“That’s not what I want,” you answered. “He needs you as much as ever. I just don’t want him to have to choose between you and me, because he’s going to choose you.”

You walked into the apartment, sometime after the talk with his mom. You saw that he was indeed pacing back and forth in the living room. Pudding and Cupcake watched him, heads moving right and left as he paced. His eyes were tired, shadows under his eyes, his hair a mess, his feet bare, clothes the same from two days ago. You closed the door, and he jumped, turning towards you.

The look on his face broke you. He gasped, taking in a deep breath, and his hands went to his face. His eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head.

“Are you real?” he asked, and you nodded. He rushed towards you, and you couldn’t help the flinch. He sobbed then, stopping feet from you, unable to make himself hold you. “You’re scared of me.”

It was a statement, not a question, but you felt compelled to answer. “Not really,” you said, looking at him. “Maybe a little. I’ve never seen you that angry, felt how much you wanted to…I don’t know…hurt me.”

“No, never!” he said shaking his head, his hands reaching for you, then dropping. He didn’t want to scare you further. “I can’t hurt you. Physically causing you pain would kill me.” Tears fell from his eyes, he sobbed again, and this time you reached out for him. You pulled him into your arms, and he sobbed onto your shoulder. “I’m so sorry. You are my life, and I’m sorry that you thought I could hurt you. I’m just so damn sorry.”

“It’s ok, BamBam,” you said softly, running your hands down his back.

“My mom, she won’t come back,” he said, and you could feel how much it hurt him to say that. “She won’t be welcome here until she can accept you.”

“I don’t want that,” you said, moving back to look at him. “I want you to have a close relationship with her, and with your family, regardless about how they feel about me. I just want to be just as important to you as your family is.”

“You are,” he said, nodding. “You are my family now. You’re probably the most important member of my family, because I choose to be with you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you because I can’t let go of my relationship with my mom.”

“You shouldn’t have to,” you answered. “I will never ask that of you. Besides, your mom and I talked. She asked me to come see you.” His eyes widened, hope glinting in them. “I’ll come back, and I’ll work on building a relationship with your mother. I promise.”

“I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around you, holding you tight. “I’m sorry that I scared you, and that I hurt you. I won’t ever again.”

“I know,” you said, firmly believing that this was the case. You knew he would cherish you, as much as he cherished his family.

Yugyeom:

Yugyeom sat in the studio, staring at the controls in front of him. He was alone, nervous over the fact that it had been a whole day and you hadn’t contacted him. He’d sent you messages, but you hadn’t even read them. He was distracted, unable to concentrate on the simplest of tasks.

“Yugyeom?” Jay’s voice found him.

Yugyeom jumped, turning to look at his leader. “Oh, hi hyung,” he said, straightening up. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, Gray told me to come and check on you,” he said, sitting down. “What’s going on?”

“I haven’t heard from Y/N in a whole day,” he said, tilting his head and closing his eyes. “I messed up, hyung.”

“Tell me?” Jay said, putting a hand on Yugyeom’s knee.

“I was nervous,” he said, looking at Jay. “It’s been a while since I’ve been a rookie, and I was nervous. I asked Y/N to come with me, sit with me, while I worked on my album. Then I met people, and I became friends with them, and it was easier to work on my album, but I still wanted Y/N here.”

“That’s understandable,” Jay said, nodding.

“I feel at ease with Y/N around, and I needed…need that,” Yugyeom said, closing his eyes as a tear fell. “DeVita and Gray didn’t understand why Y/N was being so quiet. It’s been that way since they started coming into the studio with me. I guess I was being neglectful, and they started making fun. Y/N heard, made a scene and went home, and I yelled at Y/N at home.”

Yugyeom breathed in heavily, and looked at Jay. “I don’t know how to fix this. Y/N thinks that I would be violent, and left.” He sobbed, and put his head in his hands. “I don’t know how to tell Y/N that I’m sorry, that I need them. I don’t know how to fix this! I can’t concentrate on anything because all I think about is that I’m never going to see Y/N again!”

“Idiot,” your soft voice found him, and he looked up, face a mess, tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t scare me again,” you whispered, and he shook his head.

You felt the impact of his giant body as he crashed his body into yours, pulling his arms around him. You lost your breath with a small “oof,” and you felt your shoulder becoming soaked with his tears.

“I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, his hands flat on your back, pulling you tighter. “I’m so sorry for scaring you, I’m sorry for not coming to your defense, and I’m sorry for making you feel that you had to run away from me.”

“Yugyeom,” you said, rubbing your hands on his back.

“I would never hit you,” he said, not paying attention to you. “I would never get angry enough, or frustrated enough to hurt you in any way, and I’m sorry that you thought I would. Please, don’t leave me though. Don’t stop coming with me to the studio. I can’t concentrate without you. I really need you.”

“Ok,” you said, nodding. Yugyeom shuddered, releasing a sigh of relief.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you, and I need you with me. You’re my sanity.”

“I love you too, Yugyeom,” you answered, placing a small kiss on his nose. He smiled, sniffling, and sitting back down.

“Well, it seems I was not needed after all,” Jay said, as Yugyeom pulled you onto his lap. “Seems all he needed was his lifeline.”

Yugyeom laughed as you blushed. He nodded at Jay, who smiled and nodded back. As Jay walked out, you rested against Yugyeom, and he went right back to work, concentration coming back to him in a flash. All he needed was you.

#got7 #reaction #angst #fluff #got7 angst #got7 fluff #Jay B #Im Jaebeom #Mark Tuan #Jackson Wang #Park JInyoung #Choi Youngjae #BamBam #Kim Yugyeom #answered #requested

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cobrakatharsis · 2 years ago

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got possessed to write something based on johnny being called chozen’s dog in s5, and my own subsequent comment that chozen should put a collar on him, so here’s chozen doing exactly that

1.2k words, established chozen/johnny/daniel, chozen/johnny focus, implied d/s dynamics, implied n/s/f/w, bottom + sub johnny, mentioned crossdressing/johnny in lingerie

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there’s a giftbox on the bed when johnny gets up there.

he feels a little spoilt knowing that that’s not altogether unusual - there’s fairly often gifts left out for him all over the house from both of his lovers. he’s very familiar with all of the different fancy lingerie and clothing gift boxes that the different brands use - and which brands daniel and chozen each favour thanks to that - but this box is different. it’s smaller and a bit taller than any box that could be holding a lingerie set, unless the set’s all folded up, and johnny wonders for a moment if it might be just panties.

thankfully, chozen enters the bedroom behind him in that same moment, footsteps seemingly intentionally audible so johnny knows he’s there. clearly announcing to johnny that he’s got an audience for this gift’s unveiling.

“hey. ‘m i allowed to open it?” johnny asks teasingly, half-genuinely just in case chozen wants to wait for daniel, but chozen nods graciously to the box.

“of course. for you.”

the box is black and decorated with rich silk ribbon bound into a neat bow at the top, and from it lies a fancy embossed leather gift tag of a company name and logo - equally fancy - johnny doesn’t recognise. his name’s on the other side of the tag - well, just “johnny” embossed in swoopy, curling lettering - and along with chozen’s words he takes it as open invitation to lift the lid off the box and set it to the side on the bed.

chozen’s hands touch his waist in the same moment he sees the contents, and the warm, strong body pressed to his back certainly adds to the shudder that runs through him at the sight.

a collar, resting neatly in a bed of black tissue paper. it’s finely crafted, deep red leather with luxurious-looking black padding on the inside, and beside the shining golden buckle there’s a D-ring with an engraved circular tag attached.

removing one hand from johnny’s waist, chozen reaches out in front of them both and lifts the collar out of the box, holding the tag still with a thumb so johnny can read it.

DANIEL A. LARUSSO

戸口長善

the sight of daniel’s name makes johnny inhale, and the kanji beneath makes him pause for only a second before he recognises the familiar characters of chozen’s name too.

ridiculously, he feels his eyes burning immediately as he stares at the neatly engraved lettering. he wants to reach out and take the collar, feel it in his hands, but he knows his hands are trembling so he keeps them at his sides.

��what,” he says instead, voice as light and easy as he can make it, “no phone number in case i get lost?”

chozen lets out a soft breath against johnny’s neck, maybe amusement, and perhaps he understands johnny’s plight because he moves his other hand from johnny’s waist to the collar to unbuckle it with easy motions. it leaves johnny stood in the circle of his arms, feeling chozen’s chin just barely resting on his shoulder as he works, careful with the stiff leather.

“don’t need phone number,” chozen declares once he’s gotten the buckle loose and the collar spread open between both hands, once again completing the circle of his arms. his voice is soft and warm. “if you are lost…me and daniel-san come find you.”

with steady hands he raises the collar to touch the front to johnny’s neck, the engraved tag hanging right between his collarbones, and johnny can feel it so keenly as he shakily swallows again. he looks away from the empty box, unable to handle it as the collar itself is put on him, and in doing so he - finally? - notices daniel stood in the doorway, dressed in his work clothes with a look in his eyes so warm as he watches them that it makes part of johnny want to scream - especially when it only turns warmer when daniel notices johnny’s attention. a smile joins the gaze as daniel approaches, meeting johnny’s side just as the collar’s buckle closes and johnny’s breath is stolen by two of chozen’s fingers sliding firmly beneath it, checking the tightness.

“大丈夫です?” chozen asks softly.

“yeah,” johnny just barely manages to whisper back, voice shaking. he’s half terrified it’ll crack, but daniel’s kissing him - soft and firm and full of gentle passion - before that can happen, doing that thing he does where he holds johnny’s waist and moves his thumb up and down, and it does what it always does, makes johnny feel safe and loved and held.

the collar has both of his lovers’ names on it - it’s a claim from both of them, a sign that they both own him, together - but johnny knows that it’s chozen’s gift, belied particularly by chozen alone presenting it to him.

the collar is chozen’s version of the thumb-waist thing. it’s chozen’s version of the house daniel bought and welcomed johnny into that they’re all standing in, chozen bridging the gap between all the years daniel knew johnny and knew chozen but chozen and johnny didn’t know each other.

it’s chozen solidifying to himself that johnny is here. that he is chozen’s too.

chozen’s arm loops around the other side of johnny’s waist again, the side not occupied by daniel’s hand, and chozen presses a kiss just above and then just beneath the collar on the back of johnny’s neck, and then finally a soft kiss to the collar itself. it sort of feels like he’s sealing it, which johnny quickly dismisses as a stupid thought, but when chozen’s arm tightens around him it’s with undeniably more tender vulnerability than chozen usually ever shows.

“i love you,” johnny tells him softly, because he really does and he doesn’t know what else to say in this moment, and he feels chozen’s forehead fall to rest against the top notch of his spine. he doesn’t say anything, but the collar around johnny’s neck says everything, and johnny can’t help but smile - stupidly - when chozen’s arm around him tightens once again into a hold and starts dragging him towards the bed.

daniel laughs at them, kindly picking up the empty box and moving it to the top of the dresser before they can crush it as they fall onto the sheets, chozen holding johnny firmly beneath him and seeking his lips out for a searing kiss before he begins his assault on johnny’s neck around the collar.

“i love you both,” daniel tells them, and johnny manages to choke out some approximation of “love you too” as chozen’s teeth sink into his collarbone. blindly, he reaches out across the bed in the vague direction of daniel, and daniel finds his hand to hold it as he settles to sit on the mattress. johnny tries to pull him closer, tries to drag him into involvement with the way chozen’s diving beneath johnny’s shirt, but daniel doesn’t move. he stays where he is, holding johnny’s hand and watching.

“i’ll have my turn,” he assures johnny, that warm smile on his face again, but when johnny gasps a sharp moan it turns steadily into something hotter and harder. “first. i think chozen should get to enjoy how perfect you look, in that beautiful collar he bought you.”

and chozen does.

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translations

戸口長善 - toguchi chozen

大丈夫です? - daijōbu desu? - informal/casual way of saying “is that okay?”/“are you okay?”

#lawgusso #lawguchi #lawrusso #cobra kai #nsft #elijah writes #sfw sasuke

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mysteryshoptls · 3 years ago

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SR Cater Diamond Silk Adorned Personal Story: Part 1

"Something I can only get in the Scalding Sands"

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Heartslabyul Dorm – Lounge]

―The day prior to traveling to the Scalding Sands

Cater: The weather tomorrow in the Scalding Sands issss… Ooh, it says it's going to be sunny! That's great, Trey.

Trey: Cater, it's fine that you're checking the weather on your phone like that, but did you finish your packing for the trip already?

Cater: I'm totally finished, yeah ☆ I've moved around a bunch, so I'm pretty good at packing.

Trey: Right, I see.

Riddle: Oh, what are the two of you doing?

Riddle: …Oh right, you two did say you were traveling to the Scalding Sands tomorrow.

Deuce: I heard about that from [Yuu] and Grim.

Deuce: So Diamond-senpai and Clover-senpai are going too?

Ace: Must be niiice～ [Yuu]'s going, but we're stuck back here. Totally not fair!

Cater: Oops, Ace-chan and Deuce-chan knew about it too, huh～

Cater: No need to sulk, I'll make sure to bring back souvenirs for both of you!

Cater: And of course, one for Riddle-kun too! Right, Trey-kun?

Trey: Yeah. I'll make sure to get you something that'll make you feel like you got to go to the Scalding Sands.

Ace: Awesome! Don't forget, okay?

Deuce: Thanks!! When you come back, please tell us all about your trip.

Riddle: Even though you're off on vacation, make sure you don't lose control of yourselves! You are to conduct yourselves as proper Heartslabyul students!

Riddle: …I hope the both of you have a fun trip.

Trey/Cater: Yeah. / Okay!

Cater: Sounds like the Scalding Sands has a bunch of photogenic hot-spots, so I'm super excited～

Cater: I'm gonna take a ton more pictures than usual tomorrow ♪

[Scalding Sands – Zahab Market]

―Present day, during the trip

Jamil: Many of the stalls around here are selling sweets and sundries, so this should be a good place to pick out some souvenirs.

Cater: You're right, and there's a bunch of stuff that just screams Scalding Sands!

Cater: Hey, Trey-kun. Why don't we buy some gifts for the guys back at the dorm here?

Trey: That works. Now, I wonder what we should choose…

Cater: How about something that's easy to hand out, like candy's that individually wrapped～?

Trey: Something like these chocolate dates?

Cater: Perfect! The wrapper's totally cute, and the snack totally looks like something that'd be from here.

Cater: But there might be some folks that don't like trying new foods. Might want to grab a few safe alternatives too.

Cater: Ooo, look at this. The accessories over here at this stall to the left is super stunning!

Cater: A bracelet that's got unusual gems like this would probably be great for those that are more fashion-minded.

Cater: Hmm, oh, but this soap they got in the back of the shop's coconut in it, I bet it would be a great gift…

Trey: Hey, Cater. Weren't you planning on picking out some sweets?

Cater: Ahaha, my baaad. There's so many fascinating things here, that I got a bit carried away.

Cater: I gotta focus, focus. I wonder what will make everyone the happiest…

Jamil: ………

Cater: Alright, I got gifts for the guys back home!

Cater: The design on the giftbox is super cute too ♪ Everyone'll totally be excited for these.

Jamil: …Cater-senpai.

Cater: Ah, Jamil-kun. What's up?

Jamil: I was noticing the souvenirs you were picking, and…

Jamil: Everything you've chosen so far is for other people.

Jamil: It doesn't look like you've gotten anything for yourself, are you okay not buying something?

Cater: Eh?

Jamil: If nothing here is catching your fancy, I can show you to another stall.

Jamil: While I am here, acting as your guide, I would to like to make sure that you're enjoying yourself fully.

Jamil: …Also, I'm not really sure if we will have time to look for souvenirs later.

Cater: Oh, no, no! You're doing fantastic as our guide, Jamil! And it's not like I haven't been looking for anything for myself, you know?

Cater: It's just that I got so wrapped up in picking gifts for everyone else!

Cater: 'Cause like, you know, I'm kinda the super nice big brother of Heartslabyul, right?

Jamil: …I rather feel like Trey-senpai fits that role more.

Cater: Ahaha. Really? Don't you think that Trey-kun's more of the "dad" role?

Cater: (…Man, he's pretty perceptive, huh～)

Cater: (Like I thought, Jamil-kun's always keeping his eye on the stuff going on around him)

Cater: …Ah, hey. I just had a great idea.

Cater: Jamil-kun!

Cater: Since I haven't found anything for myself yet, you should choose something good for me.

Jamil: Eh! Why me!?

Cater: Well, 'cause if I'm gonna be buying something unique to the Scalding Sands, I'd want to have the opinion of someone who knows the place～

Cater: And besides, it's as you said, right? You want me to "enjoy myself fully."

Jamil: Urgh…

Jamil: Hrrrgh…

Jamil: Fine, I understand, but only one thing.

Cater: Thaaaaanks! I really can't wait to see what you pick for me, Jamil-kun ♪

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #cater diamond #jamil viper #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #twst cater #twst jamil #twst trey #twst riddle #twst ace #twst deuce #twst translation #twst al'eab nariya #mention: grim

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thinking-outside-the-giftbox18 · 2 years ago

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WHERE’S THE DOODLES?? WHAT’S MAKING YOU INACTIVE???

*has less doodles to show because college is hard*

Here’s my design for Humanized Narrator from TSP.

And here’s him with his Stanley and his adopted son, Rec.

The Narrator’s name varies on what form he takes or how he wants to be addressed:-

Voice - The Narrator [in general]

Human - Charles [to anyone who is close but not too close; can be called Charlie or Chuck if you want to annoy him.]

The “Other” form(s) that aren’t human - Chronicle [Rec and others know of this name], Rotarran/Etarran [Formal name]

The story is still WIP, but I’ve sorta mashed up The Stanley Parable and my weirdcore/dreamcore story, Static Sunrise Story.

This means that there is a lot outside of the Parable but it’s not on Earth. I say SSS’ universe is separate but co-exists with Earth (like The Backrooms universe, which also exists in SSS but as a bridge to Earth for the beings in SSS.)

Rec being The Narrator’s adopted kid was just me projecting again but I swear their relationship is different from Giftbox and Balan’s ^^;

I’ll make a post on this [more on Rec and SSS, Stanley and The Narrator] in the future, so please remain patient.

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bailey-reaper · 3 years ago

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I love drama but man poor poor Barok ;A; poor guy deserves happiness! How about his s/o tries to make one day really special just for him, small things he loves and small gifts etc.

ps love your writing and you're great 💝

Headcanons (Pampering the Prosecution)

Notes: Thank you, anon! I'm really happy to hear that you enjoy my writing TwT that's very kind of you to say! Barok definitely deserves some happiness after all the ordeals he's been through!

Content Warnings: vague GAA spoilers.

They've seen how hard he's working – both as a prosecutor and as a person. He's been through so much over the last few months, yet that hasn't broken his stride. It's amazing to see just how resilient Barok is.

Even when his world came crashing down around him in Court, and everything he thought he knew up until now turned out to be a lie, he still kept moving forward, and that tenacity is more than a little inspiring to them.

But, they have no doubt that there's a lot of pain and suffering that their darling does in quiet: possibly when he's alone, or maybe just in his mind whenever dark moments take him. He seems lighter these days, but they know what he's like and they know he'll still have moments of world-weariness.

There's no doubt in their mind that he deserves a bit of pampering –– a reward for how hard he's been working on himself and on keeping focused on the present rather than the past. So, they plot a day of nice little things to show him that he's appreciated and how much they care.

It starts with breakfast in bed, a luxury that he doesn't usually afford himself but is unable to resist when they present the breakfast tray to him. It's his favourite fare, too, along with a cup of fine tea.

After, he goes to his study to do a few things for work only to find a small giftbox sitting on his desk. Inside are a pair of cufflinks, fashioned in the form of the van Zieks family crest; they're a lovely thing, and he automatically changes out of his simplistic cuffs in favour of these.

When he goes to ask his beloved what the gift is in aid of, he finds them waiting with a mid-morning treat: cake from his favourite bakery and a cup of drinking chocolate each. He's starting to worry that he's missed some sort of important anniversary date, which would be most out of keeping for him (he's rather good at dates, well, at putting them in his diary and planning ahead for them at least).

"Um... love," he smiles gratefully as they place a cake on a small plate and set it before him, "This is... incredibly luxurious, and I'm flattered, but, what on earth is all this in aid of?"

They smile at him, knowing full well what he's thinking, "Nothing in particular, I just wanted you to know that you're loved and that I'm incredibly proud of you Barok. I know life has been hard lately, but I can see how hard you're trying to overcome adversity. I suppose I just wanted you to feel cherished."

He's quiet for a long moment, overwhelmed by the sentiment and deeply touched; it was a decision he'd made in the face of the worst possible truths coming to light –– he didn't want to fall into despair or lose himself to grief more than he already had. It was a choice he made in the interests of self-preservation and the integrity that had remained even when all he'd believed in was taken away. At no point had he considered that such a choice might be remarkable.

Yet, to hear their soft words of encouragement and to feel how much they cared for him; it made him see that it had all been worthwhile. He was a lucky man, not only to have had the strength to survive but to have found someone who loved him and was always rooting for him.

"Thank you love..." he took their hand and kissed the back, "These presents are all truly exceptional and lovely... but you're without doubt the greatest gift I have," he smiled softly; lost in a moment of warmth and love.

#barok van zieks #Barok x Ors #request #fluff

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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Prompt: "The way you look at him is the way I always dreamt you would look at me".

My angsty contribution to @stehkotori’s Birdcop Celebration :’D

Gavin rarely makes wishes.

They’re meant to be reserved for the heart’s deepest desires, he thinks.

He once wished for the muffled sobs from the room next door to stop

A young child should fall asleep to a mother’s lullabies instead of her broken cries.

His wish was granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

He blames himself for his mother’s eternal silence more often than he should.

He once wished to meet you again - the girl who lifted him from oblivion.

The girl whose selfless tenderness reminded him of the only other woman he ever loved

His wish was granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

Just as the universe was generous enough to grant you two a reunion, it was also generous enough to grant his brother the chance to meet you

And a chance for Shaw to be the one you relied on to ease the ache of abject helplessness when the rest of the world had forgotten your existence

When Gavin reunites with you in the Black Cabin with an embrace, he buries his face in your hair

He does this for two reasons:

One: to drink in the scent he has missed for months

Two: so you wouldn’t see his brows furrowed in wordless agony as memories of his horrific treatment of you stirs up an intense headache.

He opens his mouth to apologise, but all that comes out is a strangled choke after he realises that in the world of eternal winter, you had kept his ginkgo bracelet on.

Were you holding on to a hope that he’d find you like he promised he would?

He smiles, his face still cloaked from view by your now slightly damp hair.

It’s a pained smile filled with self-loathing.

He almost wishes that the sole similarity shared between the siblings was not in the way they both feel about you

But when he sees you afar off, slapping Shaw in the arm playfully while he tosses you a cheeky grin, Gavin decides to stop making wishes.

He suddenly recalls a quote from a movie he had watched with you during a simpler time - “If you love someone, you let them go.”

This line has always bugged him because of how ironic it was - how could a person let go of something he never owned?

Soon after, Gavin is tasked to set out on a perilous mission

He doesn’t know how long it would take - perhaps days, weeks, or months

He doesn’t know if he’d make it out alive

He doesn’t see the need to dwell on these questions - no one will be waiting for him after all.

But what he does know is that he wants to see you for possibly the last time

The night before he departs, he visits your home, eyes trailing to the colourful “GAVIN” scrawled on the sliding door of the balcony just before he lands

The paint has begun to chip off.

Just in time, Gavin thinks to himself bitterly

After you’ve finished gaping in shock from the sudden visitor, the two of you sit on the sofa

Gavin is not a man of many words. But every syllable from his lips brims with sincerity, filling the silence of your house with the words deep in his heart

He admits that he has loved you ever since hearing you play in the music room

He informs you about the mission he might not return from

He tells you to find happiness with Shaw

"The way you look at him is the way I always dreamt you would look at me".

That sentence shatters your heart.

You reach out to cradle his cheeks in your hands tenderly, as though holding the most precious porcelain vase on earth

Because that’s exactly how much Gavin means to you.

After all this time, how could he not have known?

Your sweet, precious, endearingly oblivious Gavin.

“Do you know why I decided to trust Shaw right from the start?”

Gavin shakes his head slightly, the heat radiating off your palms gradually warming his cold, lonely heart.

“I saw you in his eyes.”

The rest of the evening is spent cuddled together on the sofa, your hand entwined with his

You spend every breath detailing the little moments that made you fall for him gradually, like a ginkgo leaf taking its sweet time to drift in the wind

You spend every breath detailing the little moments that made you fall for him surely, like the certainty of spring after winter

You admit how disheartened you felt after noticing Gavin distancing himself from you ever since your return from the world of eternal winter

And how afraid you were when you couldn't make the lingering melancholy in Gavin’s eyes disappear no matter how hard you tried to make him smile

And how you had met up with Shaw to ask for advice, only to get frustrated with his string of dumb ideas, for example:

“Should I lock you two lovebirds in a closet?”

“Or I could stage a kidnapping so my dear brother would come to your rescue and pulverise me with his windy powers.”

“What about hiding in a giftbox outside Gavin’s house as a birthday surprise? Would be even better if you’re wearing nothing but a bow. Pretty sure he’ll like it. I’m his brother after all. We’ve got similar tastes.”

Gavin silences you with a deep, intoxicating kiss before you can mention Shaw’s name one more time

“He’s not wrong though,” Gavin murmurs in between the heated, unrestrained kisses. “I would like to see that sometime.”

“So come back safely,” you barely formulate a clear sentence, your body trembling in response to his fervent expressions of love. “I’ll give you everything.”

After falling asleep in his arms, Gavin carries you to the bed in a way a husband carries his bride, and has the courage to do something he never thought he’d do again.

“This is my final wish,” he whispers into the wind, into the night, and into your heart.

He plants a chaste kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in

“That I may stay with you till the very end.”

His wish is granted, eventually. Just not in a way he would ever have expected.

Because the future you two share (along with two of the most loved children in Loveland City) is so much more scintillating than his imagination can conjure.

#birdcopcelebration #cheri tries to write

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fazfright-archive · 4 years ago

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* HELLO ? HELLO , HELLO ? // @fxzbear : " i’m worried about you. "

❝ ha─ha . ❞ it’s a drawled sound ; forced and and positively dripping with sarcasm . ha─ha . what a sappy thing to say , what a sentiment , what a joke . a drawn - out / raspy huff that rattles in his hollow chest follows suit , and the springtrap turns to the bear with the exposed joints of his fixed jaw twitching and heavy eyelids narrowed . if only he had the ability to scowl . ❝ yeah ? i-i-i b-betch’a do , kid . ❞ what did he have to worry about ? everything’s just PEACHY here , ain’t it ? s’all rainbows and rock concerts , all wrapped up like a chrome and neon giftbox , nevermind the rotting stranger shambling around their halls ! something ugly and festering flashed through his circuits : when would a ‘bot as well off as that ever have to worry ?

reaching up , two metal fingers dully thump the side of the younger animatronic’s head . ❝ ‘s-s-sooner ya get me out of t-t-there the better , big bear . ❞

#fxzbear #the way this fucking shook me awake HELLO CLOVER #* ⚠️ YOU TURN AWAY / I’LL BE RIGHT BESIDE YOU › interactions .#* ⚠️ EVIL DOESN’T DIE › AU : security breach .

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kewltie · 5 years ago

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contains: slavery, master/slave dynamic

"Here." Katsuki deposits a discreet black box on Izuku's lap. "You'll need this when you go out."

Izuku looks down at the giftbox, a thin rectangular box that sits light on his lap, but it feels strangely heavy. The thing is deceptively innocuous and boring in appearance, but there’s no doubt in Izuku’s mind what it is. "You got me a replacement collar already?" he muses, one hand carelessly touching his neck in thought. It'd been only a week and a half since Katsuki had destroyed his last one in a show of power against the Academy. "Did you want see me leashed that badly?"

He'd almost gotten use to not having that heavy weight around his neck, but without his collar—his PET ID—Izuku couldn't go out in public, not if he wanted to get arrested. The law is ruthless in that regard; a Lesser like him have to be track and monitor for his own good like he’s no better than an animal.

It doesn't matter that Izuku is no different than anyone else except for his quirklessness, he is considered a property by the state and marker like a PET ID, personal electronic tracker, is how they keep Izuku in line—to remind them of their place in this new societal order; there is no place for the quirkless.

Izuku drags himself away from such bitter thoughts because there’s no point in stewing in it now, and looks up at Katsuki, whose staunch silence has been a strange and troubling thing. "Kacchan?" he presses, staring at the tense line of Katsuki shoulders, the twist of pain on his face, and the clenched fists at his side.

Katsuki exhales a long drawn out breath that make him appear a lot younger, unsure, like he's unmoored and Izuku is the one with feet planted on safer shores. "It's not—I wouldn't," he shakes his head in a clear sign of frustration, "just fucking open the damn thing already." He gestures helplessly toward the box still on Izuku's lap.

"Oh," Izuku breathes in realization, heart warms as his gaze drops to his gift. "That was mean of me, I'm sorry." His eyes linger on it for a moment before he carefully lifts up the lid and inside is a delicate silver band that would sit nicely on his ankle.

Heart palpitating, he reaches for it and then stops. His hand goes still, hovering just slightly above the box. Not quite touching it yet. He lets his eyes roam over every curve and indentation, examining it warily like he’s defusing a bomb.

It’s made up of mainly a thin wall of silver curving inward and at the back is a short chain link to close off the circle. A bar of metal tag engraved with Izuku’s name and ID number is hanging off one of the links with a green gemstone embedded in it.

It’s surprisingly simple and clean in design for something worth its weight in gold. This isn't a normal factory made PET ID. Hand still in the air, he finally drops it down on the anklet, tracing the curvature and feeling the cold metal pressing against his skin.

Lesser belonging to elite patrons would often wear a beaded choker, diamond studded earring, gold plated bracelet, or a signature ring embedded with a nanochip as their PET ID. They’re statement pieces. Meant to show off the power and wealth of the owner and not the wearer.The more ostentatious the PET ID is, the more it would further emphasize the standing of the Lesser’s master.

Sometimes, Izuku wonders if a bit little bitterly, if these ‘special’ PET IDs are even more degrading than the mass produce collar and cuff that they are forced to wear.

At least the former didn’t make Izuku feel like a decorative ornament hanging on the arm of his respective master. They can dress Izuku up in expansive clothes, glittering jewelries, and polite smile but it doesn’t change who and what Izuku is—the lowest rung of the social order. Almost by instinct, his hand recoils from the box and its content as doubt claws at his chest.

“What’s wrong?” Izuku hears Katsuki grunt out. He looks up to see apprehension lining Katsuki’s shoulder and his posture tensing up like he’s ready for whatever the fallout may bring.

Izuku quickly drops his gaze back to the giftbox and thinks somberly when did he become so cynical? For all Katsuki’s flaw, his pride, his arrogance, and his temper—he’d never been cruel for cruelty’s sake. There's no ulterior motive to Katsuki's action because that isn't him.

At Katsuki’s worst, he was a misguided and angry boy who’d lashed out at everyone and everything because nobody had taught him better, but it isn’t in his nature to be malicious for malicious’ sake. Izuku knows that, know it well enough that he isn’t afraid of Katsuki.

Katsuki may not always be gentle or kind in that brusque way of his, but he is a good man.

Somewhere along the way since they parted, Izuku had forgotten about that. Embarrassment sweeps over him. "Nothing's wrong," he murmurs, unwilling to meet Katsuki's heated regard again as he gets his bearing. His hand finds the anklet again, pawing at it with a renew interest.

An anklet is rare.

Rare enough that Izuku had never seen it on any Lesser before. PET IDs are visible maker of identification. A collar, bracelet, or even a ring can make a quick and easy scan but an anklet would force others bend down to make the requisite check—Izuku blinks.

His head snaps up to look at Katsuki with curious eyes. “Did you—?” He swallows, fingers clenching around the PET ID. He can't really mean to do that right? The corner of Katsuki's lips quirk up just ever so slightly in that smug way that reminds Izuku that this is Katsuki.

It’s easy to mistake Katsuki’s volatile personality as just another mindless brute who only knows how to use his fist, but he’d been consistently outshining their classmates ever since they were children. Katsuki wouldn’t be where he is today, among the top young heroes in the world, if all he relies on was physical force and his quirk.

Katsuki wasn't just smart. He got a strategic mind to lead and the charisma to pull it off. And this choice of anklet as a PET ID is intentional. Katsuki doesn't care for others' opinion of him, so this is every bit calculated. Izuku’s eyes widen now. “Why though?” he asks.

Katsuki shrugs, a careless shift of his shoulder that does not highlight the gravity of his words. “If you have to lower yourself before them then they, too, have to lower themselves before you,” he says cuttingly. "They have to work for it just to see who you are."

Izuku smiles humorless, unclenching his hand from the anklet. "I'm not worth much for them to really care who I am," he says, gesturing down to the anklet, "and you are making it hard for them to check my PET ID isn't going to make them suddenly sympathetic about my plight."

Katsuki's lips thin out. "You don't need their sympathy," he says with an annoyed huff. "What you need are allies who stand by you and not let the everyone else fuck you over just because you're quirkless."

"And what of the world's opinion that I deserve it?" Izuku muses. "After all quirkless is a debilitating disability under the law."

Katsuki frowns, face usually tight. "I bought you so you’re mine," he asserts. "Not the state or anyone else. The only words that should matter to you are mine alone. Fuck the rest. They're not important as me.”

Izuku blinks. Hard. And then clutching his stomach, he bends over and laughs. Light and free and so full of wonder. The sheer arrogance in this man, he thinks helplessly in that endlessly fond way of had spellbounded him in the past.

Katsuki is truly one of a kind.

"What the fuck, Deku," Katsuki snaps, and Izuku can literally hear the annoyance thick in his voice. Quickly composing himself up once more into some semblance of order, Izuku pulls back up in time to see the pinched expression on Katsuki's face.

He says, with a thinly veiled humor, “It’s just,” he smiles, warmth from the thought, “all so you, Kacchan. You haven’t changed after all these years.”

Katsuki makes a face, opens his mouth, and thought again before settling on: “You’re fucking ridiculous, you know that.”

Izuku’s smile only broadens. “I know,” he says softly as his eyes drops once more to the anklet still sitting innocuously his hand. He rubs a thumb over the cool metal under his touch as he muses, light and loose, “But not as ridiculous as wanting you to put this on me though."

Silence.

Katsuki wears his pride like a second skin. It’s his armor and though they had been dented in the past, he would rather die than be stripped of it. To think he would even lower himself to Izuku of all people, to a Lesser even, is not only preposterous but inconceivable.

Realizing right away the hiccup that he had made, Izuku’s head jerk up and he sees Katsuki had gone stock still, face carefully and eerily blank. “S-sorry, it was just a stupid joke. I didn’t really mean—“ his next words hang in the air under the severity of Katsuki’s glare.

“Give me that thing,” he instructs coolly, like the words coming out of him wouldn’t turn Izuku’s world upside down.

“W-what?” Izuku squeaks out in disbelief. Horror. And whatever other nonsense this entire situation had made itself into. No, no, this can't be happening.

And when Izuku is still stuck in his shocked stupor, Katsuki steps forward, reaches out, and rips the anklet from his hand. Then, oh-my-All-Might, he drops down to his knees in front of Izuku's feet with a startling ease that sends a bout of fever rushing through Izuku’s head.

Izuku hastily withdraws his legs from the floor, tucking it close to his chest protectively. “Get up from the floor,” he hisses, looking down at Katsuki’s bow head. “I said it in jest. You—you didn’t have to do it!” He flails helplessly, because Katsuki had gone mad. Absolutely, wretchedly mad.

“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki snaps with a snarl of his lips. “Don’t tell me what to do.” His free hand shoots out, snakes it around Izuku’s right leg before yanking it down. Izuku struggles against his hold at first, his other free legs kicking furiously at Katsuki to let go.

What a ridiculous picture they both must make with Katsuki making an attempt to hold onto one of his legs and Izuku trying to fight him off, but it's a losing game. Katsuki is a trained hero who fights villains for a living, put away criminal daily, and he has a powerful volatile quirk, while Izuku is just plain old Izuku.

“Don’t,” Katsuki orders, heated palm pressed meaningfully on Izuku’s skin. Just a single word from him can bring such dangerous connotation that Izuku stops, the fight having been knocked out of him at last. He knows exactly what Katsuki is capable of, the danger he poses to Izuku.

It's in the way he carry himself, the scars stamped all over his body, and the lethality in his hands. It's the same hand that is currently wrapping around Izuku's ankle. The palm pressed against Izuku's bare skin is firm, and it burns like a brand, but his touch is careful. Controlled.

He had seen that hand take down a villain twice Katsuki’s size and weight, blast a hole through steel, and send a man flying across town. Katsuki’s hands capable of so many violence things, but hei had also use them to save a pregnant woman trapped under rubbles and carried a child out of a burning building. They'd saved lives; they'd saved Izuku once a long time ago.

Katsuki lifts the heel of Izuku’s foot up and rests it on his knee. He drags his other hand, the anklet still in its grip, near and opens the chain clasp. With an immeasurable care and steady hands, he wraps the jewelry around Izuku’s ankle and closes it once more.

“Things don’t always change, but sometimes they do,” Katsuki tells him, voice low as he places Izuku’s foot down on the floor again and backs away. He stares up at Izuku, eyes unflinching as he says dogmatically, “I’m not that dumb ignorant brat anymore. “

It’s not an outright apology, Izuku knows but he sees of Katsuki’s hunched form and it’s—it's, the dynamic is all wrong. Izuku has the shackle around his ankle, but Katsuki is the one on his knees. One of the strongest, mightiest, heroes of this generation is kneeling before him.

How absurd.

It's maddening, really, but it's a statement if there ever was one. Katsuki’s hysterically clumsy zig-zagging attempt of an apology without ever saying those damning words. That's just so like him. That's just so not like him. Katsuki's right. He's still the same old Bakugou Katsuki that Izuku knows but he'd grown up now. Time, care, and effort had aged him well.

Katsuki stands up and steps back as Izuku’s eyes fall on his feet. “I know,” Izuku murmurs, looking at his newly acquired bespoke collar.

There's no doubt in his mind that it is collar, because all PET IDs in all its many forms are simply that, but just for a second with the anklet sitting easy and light on his ankle, he doesn't feel it. Doesn't see it for what it is, it’s Katsuki's concession to him.

Izuku had been afraid it would be too heavy to carry around, and it is. Katsuki’s intention are weighing him down, locking him in place, but somehow in its confinement, he finds comfort and security. Katsuki can't change how the world may see him, but this is a start.

#bakudeku #fic snippet #fic: <

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