#who said we don't grow as people to impress someone we like hm?

[dilvuc]

❝FEAST❞

𝖌��𝖓𝖗𝖊: horror

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: feast

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: jamil x yandere!cannibal!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: gore, blood, minor character’s death, cannibalism

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: rumor says there's a cannibal at the school, but that's just a myth…right…?

“A cannibal? Are people really coming up with that story…?” you yawned with boredom, leaning back on the pillow. jamil hummed, “But…there were a few students who went missing. What if it's true?”

“Jamil, there isn't any proof that there's a cannibal in this school. I blame Crowley since he's being a shitty headmage right now.” you accused.

“...You’re probably right. That headmaster doesn't do much at the school to help his students.” the tan skinned male sighed. “Why am I worried about that?”

“Hey, you're ok with me cooking up some dinner tonight, right? Or you don't trust me to make dinner because I might poison Kalim?” you raised his eyebrows. jamil deadpanned, “...I trust you since we have known each other growing up. just don't add too much spice like last time.”

“Boo. You're no fun…” you pouted, causing jamil to chuckle a little.

night had arrived, you were given permission to make dinner in the school kitchen. jamil doesn't understand why you want to make dinner alone, but he didn't bother questioning it.

it's strange. it's…quiet in the scarabia dorm. why is it so quiet? the vice-housewarden went to knock on kalim's door to check on him, but all he finds is a note that read: “having a sleepover at the heartslabyul dorm with my band mates! i’ll be back tomorrow!” with a smiling face on it.

“Seriously…? What about everyone else?” jamil questioned.

“Jamil. There you are!” you waved to the tan skinned male. “Dinner is served~ It'll be our romantic dinner.”

“Eh? You and me? Alone?” jamil blushed. you winked, “We're mates, are we?”

“G-geez, I hate it when you do that. Fine…” jamil huffed.

you and jamil are seated in the lounge with dinner resting on the floor. it's nice that you set up dinner for you two, but…he still felt this ominous feeling that it makes him feel uncomfortable.

“Hey, are you alright?” you asked.

“A-ah. Yeah. It's just…I find it weird that it's so quiet. Too quiet…” jamil mumbled, rubbing his arms.

“Yeah…it is odd. Why is it so quiet…?” you raised your eyebrows while scooping some curry on jamil’s plate. “Curry? It's your favorite.”

“Oh. Thanks…” jamil accepted as he took the plate from your hand. you winked, “I added special ingredients that you might enjoy~”

“If you added extra spice, I'm so gonna kick your ass.” jamil narrowed his eyes on you. you brushed it off with a laugh, “It isn't spice~ Something new and special that might be extra good~”

“Whatever.” jamil rolled his eyes before taking a scoop of curry in his mouth. after swallowing it, he was impressed by the new flavor. “Hm. This is good. What's the special ingredients?”

“It's a secret~” you placed your finger over your lips.

“You think you're so mysterious…” jamil said sarcastically, taking another scoop of curry in his mouth. you hit yourself on the forehead, “Ah! I forgot to get us some drinks! I'll be right back. Don't eat all the curry without me, curry snatcher.”

jamil struck his tongue at you before you left to get drinks. the tan skinned male seated back in his seat and continued eating his curry, but…something stopped him from swallowing it whole. he felt something round in his mouth that doesn't quite fit in curry. jamil spit it out in his hand to see what it might be.

“...!” to his horror, it was an eyeball. jamil slowly turned to the curry on his plate and noticed some horrifying things in it, leading him to toss the curry aside and back away in horror. “...w…what…?”

jamil creeps over to the pot of curry and removes the lid to look inside of it. witnessing the gruesome horror made him want to vomit. now he realized what he has done, he has been eating something, no, he has been eating someone. the tan skinned male stood up and backed away, “So…the cannibal is…”

“Jamil. I bought the drinks.” jamil jumped at your arrival. you noticed the ruined curry on the ground and the look of horror on jamil's face. “Ah. I see you have not finished eating your dinner.”

“Y…you…you killed…” jamil pant in panic as he shakily grabbed his pen and pointed at you. you sighed with disappointment, “Such a shame. I have been hiding it for years since I was a child. Why do you think there are people missing? Do you realize what yours and Kalim's family have been eating from my family’s recipes for years?”

jamil gasped in horror and covered his mouth upon realizing what he had eaten. he then pressed his back against the wall, glaring at you with pure rage, “You…! It was all you!”

“Sorry for anger ya~ I get hungry easily.” you shrugged as you stepped closer, making the tan skinned male pointed his pen at you. “I wouldn't want to eat you, but…I’ve been wanting to know what you taste like, my lil’ cobra~”

“Stay back…! STAY BACK!” jamil screamed as he aimed his magic at you, but unfortunately for him, you grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall. “L-let me go!”

“Have I ever told you that you look delicious? How much I've been wanting to taste you?” you grinned ear to ear, tightening your grasp on jamil's wrists, causing him to hiss in pain. “Jamil, may I have a bite?”

jamil's eyes widened as you leaned closer to his neck. he struggled in your tight grasp, trying to set himself free, but failed. the poor vice-housewarden screams in pain as you bare your teeth in his neck, pouring blood from his neck.

missing person: jamil viper

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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[dojae-huh]

Lastart episode 7

I had to watch the episode using VPN (on a Russian site, of all places, why is the site on the restricted list of my provider?), so the video was buffering all the time... urgh, the torture. The buffering got extremely severe during the line up reveal. Took me half of the day to finish watching, lol.

Kassho seems to not want to debut, there was self-sabotaging going on, he didn't improve his facial expression at all. I get it, he is still very young and was only 6 months into training, he was intimidated, and the judges echoed his own opinion.

Sion really lowkey irritates me, heh. He needs less praise and more whip to make him improve. How to describe it. His moves are not pretty, he moves like a potato sack, limbs all over the place, but he shows confidence of "I got it", so he comes off as arrogant, with "I'm really good" attitude to performing. Other trainees lack, but they also excude "I'm amateur, I'm afraid". I'm nots saying he does it intentionally, he is not arrogant in character, he is just not the type to push himself to the extremes like Hyuk or Taeyong are, spend hours before the mirror and scrutinise every detail. He needs to be pushed by someone, said "not enough".

It was nice to see Taeyong in the hyung and mentor role, the side of him that is rarely seen in 127, and certanly not around Doyoung. He impressed me more than the rest of SM idols. He is closer in age to the trainees and he is empathetic, so he came off as very welcoming. He didn't sugarcoat anything and actually chided the guys for not giving their everything, not treating the debut as seriously as neos did in the past. I get him, adding new members is bittersweet for him, he wants to see worthy people.

All vocals have problems with sore throat. Well, what a surprise, am I right? Not teaching support and healthy techniques and then giving all the demanding notes.

Riku is good at dancing. At least the expressive part, he finishes his moves.

Honestly tired of YuSion praise. We get it, they will debut, no need to advertise them for 10 minutes each episode, heh. Yuushi sang his part well though.

Johnny realises that he dances heavy, hm (his height is in the way). He improved after the pandemic. Agree with him about Jungmin. Right now Jungmin is like a sloth. The way Doyoung is noticeably more languid than the rest in BgJ choreo.

For some reason I constantly forget Jungmin is Korean and get surprised he understands Korean so well, lmao.

Well. The final line up reveal. They did a surprise move with the 2nd place, not gonna lie. Not the trainee, but his placement. Way to say "you expected Jungmin or Riku, huh?".

The blooming of that cheeky tiny smile on Riku's face, heh. He expected to debut (with his scores, duh), but he felt very pleased with the rank. You see, Riku realises he needs to fill in the shoes, that's why I like him, he is like Taeyong, he will improve relentlessly, some others don't feel the burden really...

I expected the 7th place by this point. The gut feeling intensified when they said "good at singing". The judges praised Ryo a lot in the last performance. And he is a Japanese. He is really in his growing spurt period, huh? He lost some baby fat even. SM really wanted maknaes in the group.

I felt like Anderson started to lose his chance by the 3d performance, maybe. He differed from others in the way he moved, he didn't blend in. Him not being a Japanese and not knowing the languages didn't help. Welp, it was still a good training camp for him. Coming first among those not accepted is the hardest feeling. When you are at the bottom you feel the gap, accept the difference in skill, when you end up right behind the one who made it, there is just devastation and no consolation. Hm, so he still wants to debut as an idol. He has a high chance with the next SM bg if he won't change his mind. In his case losing here is probably for the best. He won't need to be stuck in Japan.

Jungmin's face in the final line up, when Ryo joined, lmao. His resting face is so funny.

I don't think Ryu will stick with SM, with his brother in the music scene, he will have other connectiosn and opportunities. Somehow I see Minjae switching companies as well. Haruta matches Anderson. If the next SM bg will have more of a "neighbours" concept, he will fit in. I think Heitetsu will leave after his trainee period is over, his personality suits acting path more. SM won't let go of Kassho voluntary, but will he fit the concept of the next bg...

OK, my personal scale from most liked to least liked: Jungmin, Riku, Daeyoung> Ryo, Yuushi, Sakuya>>>Sion.

Sakuya is nice, he will be a good idol, his maknae on top shtick will help during variety, he is just too sweet for me in the face. Ryo is also sweet, but he has some pinch of awkwardness/naivette in him that is more adorable. Energetic destructive puppy vs pronking goat kid kind of difference. Plus SM staff seems to be of a good opinion about his singing (potential). Yuushi is boringly introverted, but he is better than the kids on stage, and his tone of voice is a plus. Him and Riku will be good centres.

Aside from shown skills the top three are attractive to me for their desire to improve, that visible deterimation. I feel I can trust them the unit, with the NCT name. Riku will take the unofficial leadership in no time.

[invisiblegarters]

Be My Favorite Ep 8

Why. Why are we starting on the singing? Why. Look yes Gawin has pipes but put them away, please. I am just never gonna be a fan of this trope and Thailand loves it so much; we are incompatible in that way.

Kawi you really need to try kissing this man sober.

"When are you going to stop doing this?" CALLED IT. Kawi totally keeps getting drunk and making out with Pisaeng. My dude. Both my dudes, really.

Okay okay. I'm not usually one to bring RL into my BL, but...I wonder if Krist felt some kind of way about playing Kawi during that scene with the reporters questioning his relationship with Pisaeng. Just. Considering.

Still, Kawi is not wrong about it. Get yer noses out of the private lives, people! Do not like how he decides Pisaeng must be at fault, though. As if people need a reason to speculate about celeb's love lives.

Oof, did Pisaeng finally block his number?

Man, I kind of feel bad for Kawi right now. Yes he still wrecked his own life, but in this instance the Kawi currently sitting in the wreckage of that life might as well have had it wrecked by someone else.

But.

BUT.

In my opinion Kawi still hasn't learned his lesson. He keeps trying to fix the things that went wrong, keeps thinking that if he just does the right thing in all situations his life will turn out perfect. First it was saving his dad and making Pear like him, getting a good career with lots of money, etc...and it does sort of feel like he's doing that now with Pisaeng. Something about his insistence that he wants to set things right isn't sitting well with me.

Well that means that dad is gone for good then, right? It's sad but expected. I said it last time, but there are things that you just can't change. As early as episode two they had dad saying that if it was his time it was his time, you can't change that no matter how hard you try. Granted his dad was mostly using it as a reason not to take better care of himself, but he wasn't wrong. Dad's death is a fixed point; it can't be changed.

I still think the lesson here isn't about changing individual events, it's about changing himself. It's like he didn't grow up in the entire twelve years between the Buddy Reveal and turning 30, and he's doing it now.

So Pisaeng's mom still sucks. Yeah, that tracks. She sure is a politician, though, isn't she? All that smoke she was blowing about wanting Pisaeng to be happy in a country that will let him be him, neatly sidestepping his very direct question about whether she just wants him out of sight (I get the impression she does). Saying that he can live like "normal people" abroad. I see you, lady.

I already said my piece about Pisaeng not letting Kawi talk.

Hm. I wonder if there is something going on with Pear family wise, or if she was just disappointed to have to cancel her plans with Kawi.

I love Max. I'm not entirely sure how Kawi convinced him to stay fighting, exactly, but maybe he just means that having his bestie back made him more willing to fight in general, or made the situation seem less hopeless.

All this drama happening and me sitting here like why is Kawi's phone so little! It's so wee! I am unused to phones that small nowadays.

It looks like a toy. Do I just use giant mobiles or what?

And hey, Kawi admitted he liked Pisaeng. I genuinely thought it'd take longer.

Damn, now I want sushi.

Hahaha, I kind of love Pisaeng telling the old man he'll handle his own broken things. I read the theory that that's actually Kawi and I have to say, the fond smile Pisaeng gets when he says he'll handle his car himself makes me wonder. Who knows, though.

Next week: Kawi and PIsaeng dating era. I don't know why they are giving us the attempted kiss from the back when we've seen the trailer, but whatever. Is Pisaeng gonna tell Kawi to go back to the future? Because that feels...premature. Kawi really needs to stop bouncing back and forth. I said it last week, I'll say it again: you can't speedrun character growth.

[pokestiltzkin]

I stopped by the Pokémon Center-- or rather the Pokémon Communications Center-- in Goldenrod City in preparation for the gym challenge, and swapped in my more experienced battlers. Whitney's gym was pretty straight-up, as these things go. She seemed to specialize in Normal and Fairy types. Her Miltank, certainly, was nothing to sneeze at, but Trunks and I handled it all with aplomb. She had a Clefairy, too, which she said she'd caught in Dark Cave. I guess I hadn't been looking hard enough.

I think following our practice with all those Rock types in Union Cave, Trunks is as well rounded as I can instruct him to be. All that's left now is to grow in ways have yet to discover, together. Other Phanpy at his level of skill usually evolve by now, but I won't pressure him, or seek from him what he's not ready for. He'll get there when he gets there, and in the meantime, I appreciate all that he brings the team just walking around with us.

But- oh! I got sidetracked! I totally beat Whitney and won myself the Plainbadge!

Afterward, I set my sights on Morty, the famous (and stylish) gym leader of Ecruteak. But to get there, I had to hope someone had cleared that weird tree obstruction. But surprise! No one had. While I was up there, I saw the younger sister of the girl who runs the flower shop in Goldenrod, and she told me she tried watering the tree with her WailmerPail™️, and the tree did not like it. I don't have any water Pokémon, so I followed her back to the shop and asked her older sister about it.

She seemed impressed that I had defeated Whitney, among two other gym leaders, and provided me with a squirt bottle with which to pester the tree. I told her we'd see what happens, but she wanted to tag along, and see for herself.

Well, we pestered the tree, and it turned out to be a Pokémon! I could see why it was giving people so much trouble. It looked like a Grass type, but was actually a Rock! Trunks and I have battled enough of them to know. I put Naesthes on the case, and he handled it beautifully. I caught the whatever-it-was, and Oak's Pokédex dubbed it a Sudowoodo, a fitting enough name. I think I'll just call him Petri, after the petrified forests in the southeast of the Calif region. Guess it just goes to show that if you want something done, you do it yourself.

The Flower Shop owner was delighted to see it all go down, and gave me a starter kit of some berries and my own WailmerPail™️, to get me started.

And the guy on the Violet City side of the route gave me a copy of HM06, Rock Smash. Was he just being silly the whole time? Or did he not want to hurt the Sudowoodo? Man, I thought I was kidding when I said I'd collect all the HMs in no time...

Now that I'd cleared the path, I decided to take another crack at finding my own Clefairy in Dark Cave. Now that we've got Rock Smash, Dig, and Teleport, we should be able to explore even further in. I kitted up with my cave team and set to spelunking.

I didn't find any Clefairy, but I did find a tunnel that connects to Rt.46, higher than I've ever been!

[minzart]

Yuu showing malleus gargoyles the animated series

Never watched before and now I'm watching, gotta say, it's interesting 👀. But I'm not too far to put an opinion on it so it's kinda vague, but I did my best! Hope you like it.

🐲Malleus draconia

Exploring the deeps of the Hamshackle dorm made you find some... interesting things, old school uniforms, old books, old school homework that was never finished, faded photos, one even of three faces you might recognize a bit, smiling down on you, you keep the photo for later confirmation of your hypothesis.

what you didn't expected to find was tapes of an TV show of our world, a show you liked quite a lot as a child, and makes you think of someone who might like to watch it with you.

Night falls, the best time of the day if you ask Malleus Draconia, the time were it's way easier to avoid your knights, and babysitter, avoid the whispers of envy and fear, avoid your own destiny if he would be so bold to say, and a time... the only time, were he can meet a dear friend of his... but seems tonight you are late, and nowhere to be found on your usual spot were you await his arrival, with those eyes that when fall on him shine so bright, he wishes that this happines you have towards him never fade...

"TSUNOTARO!" Your voice stops his tray of thought, you're running on your pajamas wich is... unpratical for a cold night, but you never fail to surprise him "you won't BELIVE what i found this morning, HOLLY SEVEN you're gonna LOVE IT!"

"Slow down child, what is so important that you're lat-" you grab his hands and start pulling him to Hamshack, let's say that he's allowing you to pull him, it is NOT that you startled him and it is absolutely not the fact that it might be the first time you held hands, and yours are so warm.

"So~ you like gargoyles right?" You close the door while he sits on the couch, making himself comfortable, the ghosts are finishing setting up the tv, and Grim was discovering the goods of popcorn besides him.

"Yes, I thought you already knew that, It is a comum topic of our nightly conversations after all"

"Geez it's a retorical question dumbass" Grim answer with a full mouth, he'll let the audacity slide... for now.

You ignore Grim's rude answer, bouncing besides the tv putting the first tape, picking the controler and jumping to the couch besides him.

"This show is called, you guessed it, Gargoyles" you explained wille choosing the set ups "this show exists on my world too! I can't belive I found it earlier, can you belive objects appear and disappear on this dorm? Crazy right? Anyway the show is about-"

For the name alone you had his interest, as the time went on, he was about to tell you that, the name was proposterous for the character are grotesques and not gargoyles because the diference of function, but retained himself when he saw how much fun you were having.

You looked so fondly to the screen, nostalgia written all over your face, all those characters, all those interactions, they are all fond memories that you're remembering and sharing with him, letting he see this side of you, a more comfortable and relaxed side, showing a little bit of your world that you, sevens knows how, found on this strange world you're trapped in, you're trying to bond with him, and for the first time, malleus doesn't have the ego to brag about the inconsistency of the show anymore

It was kida hard not to be picky, but as time went on, comedy kicked in and the more interesting plot point arived, he found himself hooked, unfortunately it was so late, and you're only human after all, one that have school tomorrow, you both bind farewell with the promise to watch again next night.

Some days later, a distraught Silver rushes to Lilian after noticing something strange "fath- Lord Lilian! There's something wrong with the young master"

"Oh? And what might that be ?"

"I noticed just now, but I have, again, mistaken a grotesque for a gargoyle earlier today, but the young master didn't corrected me, is he sick?"

"Humm... maybe he just doesn't care?"

"But he has cared before"

"Maybe our young master is maturing faster than I imagined"

"Yeah.... maybe... but I still want to make sure, were's he now anyway?"

"Wasn't he with Sebek?"

Distantly a very loud screen can be heard

"YOUNG MASTER WERE ARE YOU?!!!"

[elysianslove]

hihi, can I request smth! Idk of this comply to your request rules cause I can't find it in your blog (sorry!!) The request is hc with Atsumu, Kuroo and Iwaizumi with an s/o that is considered a bitch by people. Like they don't let anyone walk all over them, people are scared of them but admire them esp in terms of academics but they're actually v loving and a big clumsy mess.

hii!! yeah i don’t really have a set of rules for requesting mainly cause i couldn’t think of any haha, but your request is more than okay! i’ve been obsessing nonstop over atsumu especially recently, and today wasn’t the best of days for me, so this was nice to write heh. thank you for requesting it. i hope you enjoy <3

miya atsumu 

atsumu is obsessed w you

seriously, he is just enamored by you. the way you hold your ground and always stand up for yourself, never letting anyone saying anything about you pass by you, your presence so intimidating. he loves it so much. he’s especially fond of the way you’re not even a bitch, you’re just confident in who you are, and everything you’re good at.

he observes from afar at first, the way people shrink in comparison to you regardless of your height. your aura just seems so. powerful? he really wants to approach you, and because this is miya atsumu, the first thought that crosses his mind is this person needs to be mine <3 no he will not take criticism.

so he does. approaches you, introduces himself in a way like you’re already meant to know who he is and he’s just doing you a favor. his heart breaks into tiny little pieces when you just go, “sorry, but no.” 

like literally just that you don’t go in detail or anything. you just reject him so plain and simple it’s actually worse than a full fledged out angry rejection. osamu’s so impressed he ready to have you added to his future will. 

he grows on you, though, over time. atsumu’s so quitter, and your rejection had only spurred him on. he would’ve backed off, because is a consent king, as they all are and should be, but you’re always so prepared with a quip back at him and you never actually push him away. it’s like a flirty game of tug of war between you two. eventually, he asks you out again, and just for old time’s sake, you jokingly say no lmao. all blood drains from his face that you actually kinda feel bad.

generally, he’s very proud to have you as his s/o. he himself has dealt with people constantly being put off by him and his attitude, so to see you deal with it so well is kind of? encouraging? uplifting? yk? 

he also likes how people are both scared of you and admire you. like. he relates to them! you’re incredible! 

he’s always snickering when he sees a student approach you literally trembling like a leaf and asks for your help in something academics related. you always say yes, which is something that just. pinches at his heart. the student is also always so surprised at the fact that you’re willing to help. god. atsumu will never have enough of their reactions to you. 

when you grow more comfortable with each other, and he discovers what you’re truly like, the person you really are beneath, atsumu just straight up falls in love. he didn’t think you could be any more perfect for him, honestly. 

he’s loves the way people are so intimidated by you but he knows that just a few minutes ago you were doodling little hearts in his notebook. 

a part of him wants so many more people to be aware that sometimes you can trip over air, and that you’re not as elegant and stoic as everyone thinks you are, but then he’s reminded of the fact that only he knows you’re truly like this, and he shakes that part of him off. atsumu genuinely adores knowing this additional, secret part of you. he doesn’t think you’re fake at all for having what’s seemingly a facade. he just thinks not enough people know what you’re truly like, and that you’re a gem, truly. 

he’s also like weirdly obsessed with the two of you as a couple? he knows people are intimidated by him, and it’s so painfully obvious people are intimidated by you. he just. eats that shit up. 

he’d also be really supportive if it ever gets to you. super ready to fight anyone. he’ll always tell you “these fake bitches don’t matter babe we the only real ones 😼💯” god havejkdkd 

anyways i been fantasizing about having miya atsumu as my bf somebody help im going insane 

kuroo tetsurō

kuroo knows of you. everybody does. you’re like, exceptionally good at being one of the most talked about people and also being the most mysterious person in school. the duality has him heart eyes for you. 

what probably catches his attention is the way people talk about you, in general, but specifically regarding academics. he overhears a group of people like whispering to each other about you while you’re just standing there minding your own business. they’re just encouraging one of them to approach you and kuroo’s like hm ! let me butt in bc why not ! 

as a joke, he slides up next to you and points at the group of students and whispers, “they’re talking about you.” 

this obviously ticks you off and without looking back you stomp over to the students and just go, “if you have something to say about me say it to my face!” and kuroo’s just watching like ,,, damn that’s hot. the students are so confused and ten times more scared than they first were and one of them just squeaks out that they only wanted to ask for help and you just , “oh. okay! :D.” kuroo’s just ,,, he’s losing his damn mind. 

he finds you really interesting, honestly, the way you’re just so strong? like mentally especially. you’re really mature, and you have a strong sense of self. he admires that about you, and continues to love that even when you start dating. 

he does ask you out, and he’s a little surprised you said yes, he’s not gonna lie. but you did, from the first time, and he just took you out to a simple picnic date. it was very cute, and the whole time he made you laugh and you were a completely different person than what he had first seen and expected. 

he really likes the fact that you’re really confident in yourself in that you won’t let anyone step on you or walk all over you. like he just loves watching you hand someone’s ass to them because they decided they wanted to make a smart comment about you. seriously, he’s insanely in love with it. 

he realizes pretty quick that the only reason people are so thrown off by you or are scared to approach you is because no one really gives you a chance to be yourself? like they’re always expecting the worst from you, having heard all these terrible things about you that half aren’t even true, that they don’t even bother trying to get to know you. and that fact really bothers him a lot, he’s not gonna lie, because he believes you’re the best person he’s ever had the pleasure of meeting. 

he really loves that you don’t let it bother you though. he’s impressed with how it doesn’t matter if some friends turn out fake, because, in your words, “good riddance.” 

the two of you kind of feed off each other’s energies? like he’s super confident in himself, and so are you, so you two only benefit each other in your presences. 

to put it simply, kuroo is incredibly impressed with who you are as a person, and it warms his heart so much how you’re so incredible of a person in so many ways, in that you neither let anything pass you by, and in that you’re the cutest, kindest soul he knows. 

iwaizumi hajime

brat tamer #1 <3 

i think iwa genuinely doesn’t care. not about you! about the things people say. like he hears so many rumors about you and he’s like .... ok. oikawa’s always feeding them to him but he’s just? not bothered by it? doesn’t care? it’s irrelevant information for him anyways? 

but then. 

but then. 

he walks past a scene where he sees you just destroying this poor kid. you’re verbally destroying him. the kid’s buried six feet under at this point. you’re not even yelling, but the guy’s shrinking under your gaze and your words and iwazumi’s so mesmerized by the way you do it so flawlessly. you don’t stutter because you’re so sure of your words and so confident in your stance. iwazumi. hums in approval. like. hm. good for them. as they should. 

after that he starts paying more attention to anything he hears about you, because he wants to know more. he doesn’t know why. he just does. and then he hears all these different things like “they’re so good at everything they do they can’t be real” and “i would never speak to them if they were the last person on earth” like ? he’s so confused WHICH IS IT

so, because iwaizumi’s a pretty straightforward person, he approaches you. 

do not confuse this though, because iwa is a blushing and flustered mess as he asks you to hang out. he’s never done this before, and this is not his style, but he’s just so interested in who you are as a person he was doing it before he realized it happened. 

the way you react is so? sweet? 

it’s so different than that day he saw you murdering that guy for talking smack, you seem so light and loving he actually feels his heart beat a little too fast in his chest. 

as his s/o, iwaizumi likes that he can trust you with yourself. like a part of him will always have that protective side to him, because that’s just the person iwa is, and he’ll always feel the need to step up and speak for you. but another part of him is really amazed by the way you can and are so able of speaking up for yourself. he feels really proud at the lack of insecurity. 

he also feels really smug about being with you. because he knows people are intimidated by him, and especially by you, but now that you’re together, he feels untouchable, and he knows you are too. he likes that feeling of power a little too much. 

if you ever step out of line at some point, iwaizumi will definitely let you know. he’ll point it out, and if you resist, he knows how to get you down off the pedestal. he’s had brat taming training for years lmao 

but he doesn’t think you’re a brat, not at all. in fact, he thinks you’re the sweetest person ever. he loves the versatility of your personality and attitude, in that you’re not just black and white and there’s so much more to you, there’s always grey in between. he likes that you’re endlessly dimensional and that he’s always learning something new about you. 

he especially loves the side of you that’s so soft spoken. it’s so endearing to him how you’re one moment so angry you could murder someone in cold blood but then all of a sudden you’re pinching his cheeks and kissing the tip of his nose telling him how cute he is. 

yeah iwa really loves you hehe <3

[julyarchives]

Thicker Than Blood || (M) || Ch. 01

Growing up in a tough neighborhood had you learning to deal with hard situations, the occasion leads you to cooperate with the mafia organization that took care of your neighborhood - Pentagon. Looking after yourself and valuing your safety brought you to adapt to the moment, but the line between working for them and protecting yourself is very blurry when you are forced to live under their roof.

→ Pairing: Pentagon OT9 x Reader

→ Genre: Smut; Mafia AU.

→ Words:  2.2K

→ Contains: Mentions of Alcohol; Mentions of Violence.

→ A/n: So this is our Pentagon Mafia AU Series! This story will be multi-chaptered and we will add more tags as the story goes on, we have big plans for it! We hope you guys like it and it is worth the wait!

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03

Chapter 01 - The Collectors

The cute jeans and red t-shirt you wore barely matched the bar you currently were on behind the counter. The place was quite nice but it was still too rustic for your liking, too brown and dark. Usually, the customers were rustic as well, and had a certain grumpiness to them, just like the place. You shrugged for the nth time while lost in thoughts. Working at a bar on a Tuesday night was the perfect situation for boredom, and bored you were.

Thinking back, you barely understood how you got the job anyway, walking in there one day to kick your friend's ass for drinking while you had a job to do with him and the owner liked your style. He needed someone behind the counter, you needed the money, it was perfect. You were rather young and sweet, you knew that often resolving some complicated shit and arguments in the bar but you also knew how to answer when needed and to take no one's shit home, you still stood up for yourself. Ok so maybe working at a bar was the perfect job for you.

Not wanting to dwell on how you wanted a better paid perfect job, you busied yourself by watching the entrance. It was Tuesday, so you've been kind of anxious the whole day waiting for them to show up. You almost gave your excitement away when two figures entered the bar and sat in front of you on the bar stools.

"Hello, boys. The usual?", you asked them with a bright smile.

"Please, Y/N".

"Right away", you chipped as you turned to get them their cold drinks. It'd be funny to see them drink a sweet cocktail instead of anything stronger if you didn't know them a bit better.

Wooseok and Yuto were young. Sweet and awkward boys that most older people liked and wanted to pamper. That's what you heard anyway whenever you spoke to the neighbors. You also knew they were attached to the hip, always together and always messing with each other. They had a third part to their best friend dynamic and you only saw him a few times at the bar, but you knew they clearly loved each other as brothers.

But that information didn't add up to the other information you had on the boys. The reason you expected them every Tuesday was because of their work. And that was what confused you. As every person in the region knew, there was only one force to respect and listen and that was the Pentagon gang. No, not a gang. It was straight down mafia business and these two cute young boys were their collectors. So every Tuesday they went out to collect the fee from every block and at the end, they'd crash at the bar to chat and drink something.

Seeing them every week made you realize how nice they were and quickly put the whole mafia business behind them. You, better than anyone, understood that you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. Since then, Wooseok and Yuto became more open with you and always brought back gossip when they had a good day. After all, mafia men were still men. Well, boys.

"Here you go, guys", you placed the drinks down and smiled sweetly.

"Thanks, Y/N", Yuto had a deep voice and it always managed to startle you.

"So, any gossip?", you chuckled and the boys followed, lowering their heads as if to share a secret with you.

"Guy from the butcher shop was working alone", Wooseok said, "caught his employee with his girl".

"No way!", you truly were shocked at the irrelevant news.

"Yep", he said while Yuto nodded. "Oh, and someone's trying to get inside our territory. We saw a warning at a wall, directed at us and, well, at all of you".

"What?!", you shouted and they looked at you like you just offended their entire family. You were confused. One, why were they telling you information that may be confidential? Two, how could they speak about something dangerous so casually?

"We have orders to let you know, actually", Yuto said as if he was reading your mind. "We know who these people are but not their faces. We thought maybe they'd start by frequenting a place where they can get more intel on our people".

"Here then".

"Hm, yeah", Wooseok nodded. "The warning only said to be careful who is loyal to us or the community would show us. We guess they want to turn people against us"

"More people, more money. An entire neighborhood against us wouldn't be controlled by usual methods. So, that's when you come in".

"If you're suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then no way". You were bold enough to talk back and they only raised their eyebrows at you.

"We only need you to be on the lookout for someone different", Wooseok clarified, "if there's at least one person asking the wrong questions about the community, you gotta let us know".

"Helps if we can identify a face", Yuto shrugged.

"Do I have a say in this?", you already knew the answer.

"As much as you do about our fee, Y/N".

"Fine. But if they come for me, I won't wait for your boys to come to rescue me. I'll bolt", you said with a sigh in defeat.

"You won't be alone", Wooseok said as Yuto typed away on an old phone. "You'll be getting a visit from tomorrow on, he's our shapeshifter, blends in wherever".

"If you have a guy like that, why put me to watch anyone?"

"Y/N", Yuto sighed and looked straight into your eyes. "We could burst into any safe house right now and do whatever we pleased with whoever was in our way. But we do value our community, that's why we got hold of this business in the first place. The bar is where everyone comes for information and you know that. Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with. We need the bartender to do her job and chat with her customers as she does. The info will come to you".

"I-", you were starstruck and kept glancing from Yuto to Wooseok, hands on the counter. "I- this is the most you have spoken to me since we met". It came out accidentally and you wanted to slap yourself.

Wooseok laughed and Yuto smiled at you. You could feel the heat on your cheeks but only nodded to yourself, still processing everything. They finished their drinks in one big gulp and got up, Yuto nodding at you still with a cute smile on his lips, one that didn't match his previous words. Wooseok watched as Yuto walked out of the bar and chuckled at your expression that slowly was turning grumpy.

"I know you'll do just fine. It's not like us to put people in our business but to protect people, we need you", he was leaning forward, as if to make you see him and only him. "So, congratulations, you got promoted!", he laughed.

"Yeah, I'm the lookout kid", you definitely were grumpy now. "You need me to protect people but who protects me?".

"Me", Wooseok said a bit too fast. "I mean, Pentagon does. And you'll have the right company for that, don't worry. He'll be here tomorrow night".

Wooseok smiled at you again and turned away from you, leaving you to your thoughts. Why the hell was this happening? You got why this way was safer to find out who was behind the threat but you still were unsure. Well, it's not like you could say no without a valid reason. And apparently, your safety wasn't one.

You watched Wooseok leave and sighed. Getting their glasses to clean up, you kept thinking about all the things that could go wrong but also all the things that could go right. Part of you wanted to impress them and come out as a hero, it'd give you something else to do instead of just being the bartender. You laughed at the absurdity of it all and quickly shoved it all in the back of your head, deciding to let the future self deal with the situation and this guy who'd meet you tomorrow, slipping back into the boredom of a Tuesday night at the bar once again.

Laying on your bed, your mind raced nonstop and you couldn't sleep no matter how much you tried. Yuto's words kept coming back and you felt even more deflated each time. "Don't forget why you're behind this counter, to begin with". You knew your upbringing was shitty and you had to fend for yourself a long time but you honestly thought that it didn't matter much until now.

Your parents fled when you were eight. They had some issues with themselves and suddenly having a family became too much of a cage for them and they fled. They left you with your grandmother and never came back. Your grandma was a saint, she was sweet and loving but she was sick enough to not be able to work, so you toughen up and started bringing money home by twelve years old.

You smiled thinking about how she raised you with such care and love that you managed to get that trait from her even if the streets treated you like shit. You discovered soon enough that all the love your grandma had was all the love you could get because no one liked a little girl who put her hands on whatever she could find to sell and get hers. You met a few people while you grew up and managed to turn out just fine even if it bruised you more than you liked to admit.

When you were around seventeen your grandma passed, you thankfully blocked whatever memory you had of her suffering and only focused on her happy memories. Since then you got her small and simple house and got more involved in the community, everyone who respected your grandma finally understanding why you were a kid like you were. Fast forward a few years and you got the job at the bar and things got a bit better.

You got up from the bed and scoffed at how things were mostly shoved on your face enough that you had to go with the flow every time. Fucking Pentagon taking over the neighborhood when you were a kid and now this. You heard more than participated in the whole protecting mafia business when you were younger, but the situation wasn't strange to you. Getting around in the streets you knew things and the most important one was to follow the organization's rules.

When you were twelve and started to hit the streets, you knew very well to not mess with the men from the org. But also soon enough you learned that the best way to earn anything good was to be on their good side. So you started to run a few errands for them and earned a good amount. Of course, you had nothing to do with them but still, it was a good connection. You didn't know much about the members in the hierarchy but you were sure that no one from the time you were a kid was still in their ranks.

You were sure mafia business was very harsh and violent but the boss was too violent once upon a time and things got out of hand. The neighborhood they swore to protect was being targeted and they brought the fight to all people. Fortunately, it ended after a few months of much fear and blood around the streets and you heard they all changed members. Rumor had it that it was their kids that took over when the parents died during the more violent times, at least in the high ranks. But you had stopped tending to them a few months before it went down so you had no idea for sure.

You only knew that Pentagon had a hard time getting people's trust again and started a more gentle approach with the community, hence why Wooseok and Yuto were dear to some people under their wings. They went over to everyone who had helped them directly and formally thanked and apologized for their trouble. Of course, they still terrified people who walked out of line and when the community respected them again, it was clear they were in charge. But now it seemed like they only cared about their own business and getting richer with their schemes instead of getting involved in a bloody gun war.

You realized you were standing in the middle of the corridor getting lost in thought and laughed to yourself before finishing the path to the kitchen to get water. The cold water helped you calm down and soon you were too busy sitting on the couch looking for any silly reality show to get lost into.

Halfway through the episode, you felt the sleep taking over you but being comfortable on the couch made you just pull a cover you kept there over you and stayed there, falling asleep in seconds. It was a very rough and long day, so you welcomed the slumber gratefully. Little did you know that while you succumbed to sleep in the living room, your phone buzzed in your bedroom, a small text that should be completely out of line appearing.

We trust you to do this safely but count on me to help. -WS.

[starshiningsirius]

Lone fae (Yandere Malleus x reader)

To my favorite lonley dragon fae happy birthday!

Malleus had been told about a fae living in a town of humans for quite some time now. At first he had become angry seeing as he was King and someone would dare ally themselves with the enemy. He'd punish them himself. As if any traitor could stand against him and live was a mistake that'd cost them their lives. He told his advisor and guardian Lilia that'd he'd be back after dealing with said traitor.

Only to get to said town and notice a woman with pointy ears, beauty beyond belief, picking berries within the forest that surrounded the town. At first he kept his composure watching for a moment maybe a bit longer considering she acknowledged his presence.

"Ah, hello sir."

She didn't know who he was? That was surprising literally everyone whose anyone knew the Fae King and would tremble at the mention of his name. Yet this naive little fae knew nothing about who she spoke to. How cute.

'A fae in the village? How strange do they not know about our hatred towards humans?'

"Hello." He had his arms crossed and came out into the open.

She noticed the ears and instantly became curious.

"Our ears are similar." She murmured it under her breath, but Malleus still heard it. She noticed his horns too and realized that she must have been a bit different since she lacked them.

'So she hasn't met her own kind before?'

That was how their first encounter went. They chatted for a little while exchanging names as Malleus wanted to test if she knew him by that but got no reaction. Malleus watched her go back all the way to her house in secret of course. From high up in the air. As soon as he saw where she lived he went back home.

'This so called "traitor" would require a bit more inquiry.'

* * *

He decided to find out himself, her background by asking a different question to gain some information.

"Y/n do you have a family?"

"Hm? I have a little brother named Aiden at home but that's about it."

"What about your parents?"

"I can't recall when I was kid all I remember was waking up in an alley with Aiden crying in my arms. There was a- .... lot of blood about the place my dress that was once white had been stained. Anything before that isn't anything I probably want to remember considering that scene alone." She trembled for a second before continuing to pick herbs and berries from bushes. Malleus sided eyed her reaction feeling slight guilt towards it.

"I see, my apologies for bringing up troublesome memories." Malleus wasn't hard of hearing considering how she paused as if she didn't want to recall the gory scene. Yet still she smiled without much effort it was small but it did make him feel some what relieved.

"It's fine your the only person I've told. No one else talks to me in town and I'm not ready to tell Aiden yet with his innocence, I'd rather not taint. He's all I've got and I don't want to lose him."

* * *

He understood quite a bit now pertaining to their situation. He had to admit though, he had become fond of the female fae. Someone so innocent and docile couldn't be a traitor. Lilia saw that the situation was taking longer than expected and decided to accompany Malleus this go around.

He wanted to see for himself if Malleus was being fooled, though he doubted it. Not only that but for the sake of his own boredom in the castle and to satiate his own curiosity.

"Y/n this here, is a comrade of mine." Malleus stood next to his comrade, a short cheerful looking child with bright magenta stripes of hair under the black side. Two pointy ears stood on the side of his head too.

She was happy to say the least to know two new similar people to her at the very least. Today happened to be the day Malleus was going to meet Aiden. She didn't mind Lilia tagging along of course.

"Lilia Vanrouge, Ms. a pleasure." He looked rather young in her opinion but his voice signaled to not be fooled by his appearance. She shook hands with the male who brought a pleasant atmosphere with him.

* * *

"So your Malleus huh? My sister speaks very fondly of you sir. She's been talking about you for centuries!" The little boy exaggerated making Malleus's eyes widen and at first he felt an overwhelming amount of happiness with how he had made a good impression.

Both him and Lilia chuckled to themselves as the girl who had been in the same room blushed furiously from embarrassment. Taking her brother by the arm she glared at him.

"Aiden you know that isn't true, you asked where I had been and I answered." She strained her voice to try and put emphasis on her truth only to receive laughter from the boy.

Lilia came up to him patting his head with a smile.

"Fondly and centuries such large words for a child so young." Lilia had felt a slight connection to the energetic youngster. He thought it'd be fun to get to know him better.

"Sis is teaching me to read and write words from the dictionary! I'm very ingenious!" He was smug about the new words he was learning with a proud smile causing Lilia to laugh.

Malleus had a smile on his face small and affectionate but a few other thoughts came up to his mind upon thinking about the boys words. He looked toward his sister who was now in the kitchen making dinner.

"Aren't there schools about here he could go to?" His concern for the child was showing.

"There are but with his ears, I'd rather not take chances until his hair grows out, not to mention his abilities are still uncontrolled, and we're kinda barely keeping this house, so school isn't much of an option at the moment." She looked down chopping vegetables but was still focused. Until her brother spoke again.

"Look I can do magic!" He was so enthusiastic, but the dread look on his sister's face said it all.

"No! Don't you dare we can't hope to fix the ceiling!" She yelled but Lilia stopped her seeing as she yelled she covered her mouth in realization.

"Worry not my dear, let me see this young lad do magic. I'll make sure he doesn't damage anything." He was calm and collected which was shocked her but she let him do as he wished.

Aiden whose excitement had been on the rise at the thought of showing someone else raised his hand and emitted a large slew of green flames rising fast. Of course it actually shocked both Lilia and Malleus to see the color itself and how big the flames he conjured were.

Lilia had regained his composure for a split second and created some wind to dispell the flames before they could reach the ceiling and burn a hole. Malleus and Lilia looked at each other knowingly for a moment before Lilia showed a smile toward the young boy with his fangs gleaming in the light.

"I see the problem your letting out all of your mana at once young one, still your mind and channel the flow to ignite a single flame." He advised carefully with hand on Aiden's shoulder.

Malleus felt as if he was watching a younger version of himself seeing his guardian teach another. The young fae had followed Lilia's teachings to a tee and a small green flame became lit in front of him.

"Sister! Sister! Did you see I got it! I did it!" He was jumping up for joy at his achievement.

"Yes I see thank you Lilia. You thank him too Aiden." She was happy to say the least, it was as if good fortune was brought with them to have met these two.

"Thank you Lilia!"

"Your welcome dear child you can learn with me anytime. You have a lot of potential that shouldn't be wasted." That made his eyes light up in pure unadulterated excitement.

"Sister did you hear that!"

"I did." She was just relieved someone could teach him besides all her past failed attempts.

"So does that mean you can use magic too then?" Malleus had wandered closer to her without her knowledge it made her flinch. Seeing the anticipation of her answer in his eyes, she answered him.

"Yes though mine's is a bit more controlled. I can conjure wind and green flames. As well as levitate a multitude of things toward me at once but that's about it. I haven't had too much time to practice." She waved her hand with a slight glow and brought a couple of ingredients in cupboards down on to the counter letting them shut on their own again.

Holding put her hand she conjured a small green flame that wouldn't cause any damage over the palm of her hand.

"Seems like your well taught." Lilia mentioned.

"That's only because before we got this house we lived in the forest and magic made things a bit easier, but otherwise while we live here we don't have a use for it. Aiden still wants to learn but my teaching can only go so far as I don't know much on the subject." She looked somewhat frustrated at her own uselessness. Malleus could tell she wasn't lying about what she could do that's for sure.

* * *

After dinner both fae left the home walking out but saying goodbye to the siblings. At first they walked away from the house, but soon to prevent from being seen by any late night walkers they teleported to the castle.

"A pair of fae with royal blood is rare. I do wonder how the both of them ended up in that human village though." Lilia started off by saying.

Green flames were the insignia to regal blood for fae even Malleus knew that fact. Known to be the most powerful of all faes. Yet two were living in a human town right within the heart of the enemy and neither knew.

"Yes but from what I've been able to tell whoever had taken care of them is probably dead. Slaughtered by humans most likely. She said she wasn't able to remember anything before that. I'm assuming her and her brother come from some line thought to have been killed when the war against the humans started." Malleus recalled all he learned about her over the past few weeks he came to know her.

"Such a shame those two don't even know their own kind. Living their life in solitude as outcasts when they could be a lot more free if they lived here." Lilia did actually feel pity for the pair of souls having grown an attachment toward the younger sibling as he had taught Malleus when he was young as well. Those days were reminiscent for him. Aiden just happened to be similar to young Malleus in that regard.

"Malleus, if any humans discover royal fae over in that village they'll be killed. It's only a matter of when." He stated that matter of factly considering he was a general during the aforementioned war and many fae had been chased out of human villages. The ones left had been unfortunate to be victims that were sacrificed.

"I know, I won't let them lay a finger on either of them. Get Silver and Sebek have the staff prepare two rooms in the castle for our guests." Malleus walked away from Lilia without a second thought after saying what he wanted done.

"I was hoping you'd say that. Seems you've gotten attached to her in a different way. Ah, I'm so glad to see you chasing after someone, it feels like ages since you've been small so long ago. I'll have little Aiden to teach all the stuff I once taught you. What a joyous occasion to think someone will finally sit on the throne next to you." Lilia smiled feeling eager and chipper at the future ahead.

He went to go get the two knights that would always await orders from their master. Skipping down the halls all the while humming an unknown tune.

* * *

Something has been different with Malleus as of today. He was fiddling with his fingers a bit more often than usual. He didn't want to meet her gaze at the time either.

"Malleus is there something wrong?" Worry laced in her tone for the man sitting next to her.

"Yes." He replied rather swiftly but ended it there.

"Would you like to tell me what about?" She at least wanted to try and comfort him however she could.

That's what made her different than most fae, most feared him, she didn't of course she and that oblivious little head of hers didn't. Before she could even grasp how much power she could have held it was taken from her.

Malleus had turned his head and looked her directly in the eye.

"You."

"Me?" She was surprised and confused about what he meant by that, lowering her head for a second to think.

Of course it didn't last long, as Malleus directed her chin to gaze at him instead of the forest soil.

"Y/n, my alluring little darling, would you do me the honor of staying with me?"

He said with a gentle smile. The proximity and his words had her face red within seconds. She still had to give him a reply and sadly she didn't want to upset him but she didn't have much of a choice.

"I'm sorry Malleus I can't. This place is all I've ever known. Going somewhere else with all that could happen, ... It's not that I don't like you but my own fears are holding me back." She was trying to come up with the right words so he'd hopefully understand.

It stung, it truly did. The rejection wasn't something he hypothesized but it was still an option. It was fine though, all would be well. That sheltered mindset of hers would just have to broken a bit. She'd come to rely on him, she'd have no other choice afterall.

She hadn't experienced much of human cruelty, he'd just have to show her how cruel they could really be and then she would have to seek his aid.

* * *

Everyone in town today had been on edge it seemed. She left Aiden at home sound asleep, while she went out to go and buy veggies and meat she couldn't get in the forest. As she walked toward a thrifter many people side eyed her. She was the only person to walk with a hood on. In fact many people generations before this one too when asked had seen her.

As she got up to the vegetable thrifter the man in front of her had scowled. She saw this but just thought he was having a bad day. That's when someone came behind her and pulled her hood down abruptly.

"A fae! A fae in the village!"

"She's the one who cursed the crops! If we kill her the curse will end!"

"Someone grab her!"

Before she knew it she ran, someone did lay a hand on her but she pushed them away with wind magic. It wasn't on purpose, but fear overtook her person and magic required self control.

She wanted to run back to her house but with how fast the mob was chasing she couldn't put Aiden at risk like that. Maybe just maybe if she went back to the forest, he'd be there. He could help her, or Lilia either would do.

* * *

She didn't see him. Maybe her words struck a cord. She should have agreed. A stupid decision on her own part, he could've probably taken them somewhere where people like her were accepted. Where magic was used and no worries to be had.

She just narrowly dodged an arrow fired at her. It seemed the mob had caught up. Turning her attention back toward their screeches, what could she do?

In a last ditch effort attempt she called his name.

"Malleus!" The crowd closing in on her arrows knocked and aimed. So this was it huh?

Suddenly something slithers around her body, her waist to be more precise and holds her in a vice grip.

A tail? Of long reach with a purple scales of a dark pigment.

Before it pulled her into the darkness of the forest behind her. Until she felt a chest that placed her gently to the ground freeing her from the grip the of the tail that had once gripped her tightly.

She saw a light emitted from where she had once been, green flames took its place in her stead.

"I do hope you'll accept my offer to stay with me now, my love." Malleus's voice brought her out of her stupor, a frown seeing her in such fear. He didn't want to go so far but he would rather have liked her to willingly agree to living with him as his Queen. She wouldn't have any worries should she live her life on the throne worshipped by everyone.

"Wait! Wait! Please let me bring Aiden I can't leave my brother behind!" She had gripped his clothing turning around desperate tears spilling.

Speaking of said boy who popped his head from behind the fae that stood in front of her, smiled and ran to hug his sister.

"Y/n! Malleus let me up on his shoulders he was so tall! Wait why are you crying?" Her brother's happiness went away for a moment at the tears he saw from his older sibling.

She was shocked, since when had he been here. He was asleep before, she was sure. It didn't make any sense.

"Aiden how, ... why are you here?"

"Lilia offered to teach me more magic! He said it was dangerous to teach me inside the house so we came out here." For a second she thought it was a dream. A bad dream turned good.

"Were you worried? Sorry, I'll tell you next time I promise." Aiden hugged her after finishing his sentence trying comfort his sister from her state of fear. It worked a little having her shoulders relax.

Malleus had stroked her head to sooth her worries as well. A small smile graced his lips at the scene before him.

"Worry not my dear, I'll accept all parts of you. Of course I'd never forget your dear brother. Will you accept my proposal now?" He was awaiting an answer, the same look in his eyes akin to when he asked if she could use magic.

"Yes I do, it was my mistake for denying your offer in the first place. I'm sorry Malleus."

He was happy that the situation had caused her to regret her answer. Of course he didn't outwardly show it. But he was internally pleased. His new queen and energetic little brother would make a wonderful addition to the Draconian line.

As they disappeared instantly to where their new home would be, Malleus left behind some what one would call fireflies by the looks of it. They were just traces of his magic to other faes. It was a calling for someone else though.

The town the two faes once called home was being destroyed as soon as they left. Screams upon screams could be heard one after another. Flames of red and orange to destroy and have no one alive to recall the prescene of two royal clan faes.

All done by three, one wise fae, and two knights that served to do everything their master asked of them. It would all be gone while Malleus would help them settle into their new lives, the one they deserved from the beginning, if humans hadn't taken it from them.

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Imagines - Dating Logan Lee 11

I'm back with the part 2 and @shady-swan-jones ❤️ is the beautiful soul who gave me ideas for this one. Thanks. Please continue to read my works and keep suggesting me ideas. 😊

I would suggest you to listen to 'kiss me more' by Doja Cat ft.SZA while reading.❤️

Category - fluff, smut.

People are suspicious of Logan everytime they see him. You always want to laugh at them because if they see what you were looking at right now, they would be disoriented and wouldn't believe their own eyes. And right now all you are looking at is the perfect Logan Lee struggling to make breakfast who looks pretty much a meal himself. You chuckled in a low voice so that he wouldn't hear, you didn't want to discourage him. After all, he wanted to impress you with his cooking and you really wanted to try it. You looked at him with satisfaction, his hair was all over the place, eyes just noticing the sun now, dark grey sweatshirt hugging him from his sleep, hands looking so beautiful, you could hold all day, even his face with the aggression looked so adorable you would have to control yourself to not hold his face with your hands and kiss them. Although you liked watching him working, you were becoming impatient with the going time so you tiptoed to the kitchen and sweetly asked,' do you need help?', to which he replied,' no....uhm......I'm fine actually', in a not so confident voice which was not Logan-like, you could see in his eyes. You were a few years older than him and he loved your caring and responsible nature. You didn't want to interrupt but you didn't want Logan to brawl with the recipe.

So you walked behind him and began instructing him while giving him a back hug, holding him, trying to kiss him till he starts laughing.

'Stop, the food is ready! '.

'I don't want to, I can eat you instead'.

'You've become quite brazen, haven't you?'.

'The only one thing Mr. Logan Lee can do except cooking'.

He would be lost in words with questioning eyes, you would start chuckling with yours sparkling like stars. He would lose to you every time if he could see your smile. He held your face with his right palm on your left cheek, fingers in your hair, thumb grazing your ear, your cheeks were getting slightly warm, same action with his left hand. Then he tilted his head, closed his eyes, you did the same, touching your lips with his, in a way reminding you of the dark chocolate you eat slowly to treasure it for a long time. Softly, taking time to feel and memorize each other's lips, kissing till you you took breaks to whisper things you wouldn't say to each other on daily basis.

'I love you Logan'.

'I you you more y/n'.

You tucked on his sweatshirt from back. Giggling at each other and continuing to smolder his lips when he slowly licked your lips in a making you lose your senses, leaving you yearning for more. You let him enter your mouth with his smooth actions, reciprocated with your own. You were becoming hungrier for Logan's kisses with the passing time, you could feel the dampness down and were figuring out if he was feeling the same. The room was never this quiet, all you both could hear were the noises of your lips dancing together. This was making you blush red as this is the first time you don't want to talk but keep feeling​ this euphoria. Logan was also unexpectedly quiet, his hands were doing the talking, touching you in places you could end up throwing yourself on him.

But good things take time and this wasn't a good time. Because Logan's phone just rang reminding you of the time and how were actually going to be late for work. Both of you stopped and looked at different directions looking like cherry tomatoes. You got up to get ready, he looked doe eyed at you walking away. While Logan was talking on the phone you got ready, then walked towards the door when he came running and called. 'Y/n!', you looked behind when he just came and hugged you tightly for few seconds, then he said,

'Are you free this evening? '.

'Yes '.

'I'm coming to you then '.

'Okay, I'll call you'.

'Bye y/n'.

In a needy voice where he didn't want to let you go.

'Bye Love'.

He smiled. You smiled.

You entered your workplace looking like a boomerang fitted in your mouth. People who are looking at you are puzzled at your reason for this beaming happiness.

This boy is such a gentleman, you can't even hate him properly. One of the things you love him for. You thought about how just a few months ago you thought Logan would be this rude rich dude and now you look at this soft furball you wanna cuddle and kiss all night. He was constantly growing on you.

Here you were having sweetest dreams about him and on the other side Logan was getting anxious with the going second, about how he should have pulled you for a hug or a peck or a smooch, how he should have talked to you more, how he should make it right, how much he fears to lose you. He was turning shy by each time you were becoming bold. He was smirking with the thought that he would go crazy in love with you. And he didn't want to be the only one left amazed, he was planning to go all the way to thunderbolt you with his feelings.

So he was going to finish what started this morning. He texted you,

'Did you have lunch?'.

'Yes, I did. What about you 😘?'.

'I did, but I was missing you'.

You smiled reading the message.

'I miss you too'.

He blushed.

'How about we meet at 5pm ?'

You look at your phone smirking and type,

'Okay, I'll be waiting for you in the lobby.'

'You won't have to wait, I will reach you before it'.

You were trying to hide your smile in case someone saw you, but Logan was making it so hard for you, you were imagining him in your daydreams.

You finished your work before 5pm, arranged your belongings, looked at your mirror if your hair was alright, retouched your makeup and took the elevator to the lobby. You reached in a few seconds and kept walking but could not see him. You thought he might be on his way so you called,

'Logan, I'm h....'. He cut you mid sentence and said,' On your left, y/n'. You looked at the direction, lost for words as what you saw at that moment startled you to the core. If angels exist they might be looking like Logan was what was going through your head. Or you could say that he was your prince whose princess you wanted to be forever.

Logan wore a bright yellow coat and you were sure of the fact that no one can pull off. The smooth colour looks like it is hugging Logan's body in a way making him look so tempting to eyes. You can't even think of someone who would look good in yellow. His hair colour perfectly complementing his coat like frosting on a cupcake. And his blue scarf with white design went along with the coat perfectly. Logan has a scarf for every occasion. Scarfs make him look very sophisticated, unique, no man can compare.

You smiled at him. He smiled at you. You both kept your phones in your pocket. Standing opposite each other as if time had stopped, looking at each other's eyes trying to read the feelings you hold for the other. He was fighting his urges to not hold you tightly against his chest. You wanted to pull him and kiss him then and there till your lipstick comes off.

He was standing with a bouquet in left hand and waving with his right hand smiling. You walked towards him in a normal pace with a smile and upon reaching to him, you pull him for a peck on lips taking him by surprise, making his eyes widen, increasing his heartbeat, make his cheeks warm, shy, making him forget what he wanted to tell you but he retreated by giving you a smirk.

'You look breathtaking'.

'Less than you'.

'Being modest aren't you?'.

In the end both of you chuckled and you took his hand, fingers entangled, walking outside till he remembers the flowers in his left hand and gives you. Taking it you say,

'The smell is so soothing, I love these so much'.

'And I love you y/n'.

Sudden confessions like these make you lose your composure. And he loves that.

He takes your hand in his hand making a boxy smile to a restaurant he booked for dinner.

After dinner you slowly walk to a nearby park watching the trees, flowers, leaves, water and his eyes. Being quiet like this beside him felt so intimate and secure. Looking at him while walking so closely, talking about each other's day, occasionally giggling is something you want to do everyday. Your Haven.

'Y/n?'.

'Hm'. You looked with doe eyes.

'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?'. He says it in a playful tone.

'Yes it is'. You said smiling.

At the next second slowly,he came closer to you, looking at your lips giving a peck, holding your face with his hands, closing his eyes, in return you closed your eyes as well,putting your arms around him, pecks turning into soft nibbles, nibbles turning into long kisses. All happening so slowly you could feel every movement, you kissed him back to make him feel the same tingling feeling you were getting.

Logan would talk in between to regain his breath,

'You will make me go crazy'.

'I'm already one'.

You would continue kissing till you felt burning from head to toe. He felt so fiery, passion was filling his body.

'Y/n, I think we need to go home to continue this'.

In a bold voice where he was ready to feast on you.

'I think so too, let's go I can't control myself anymore'.

He smiled and took your hand.

The End.

[octavi-nelle]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡!—

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬—

When Riddle found out he had a crush on you, he froze. No way, he couldn't have a crush on you, you were the exact opposite of his tastes. He wanted someone who followed the rules, got top marks, and who was obedient, and you were not any of those. You reminded him of Ace, an absolute headache to deal with plus you were stupid. But for some reason you made his heart race, and his cheeks flush a deep red, more red than any of the roses could compare.

"Y/N! We need to talk, now." As he walked up to you, his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, he was more nervous than ever, this was one of the few times he'd talked to you, given that he could barely think whenever you came around. "Eh? But she's hanging with us Riddle!" He heard Ace's voice, only looking up to glare at him, his eyes spoke for him, and they shut him up as well. "Mm, okay. Let's go then." You followed him as he went into the lounge of the dorm.

"Sooo.. what did ya wanna talk 'bout?" You scanned his body, making him even more nervous, if that was possible, he gripped tightly to his uniform, his knuckles starting to turn white, he was sweating like he'd just ran 20 miles and his face, oh god, it was redder than any apple in the world. "Ah.. u-uhm, well.. I-I have been m-meaning to tell y-you t-that.." he was so close, the words were on the tip of his tongue. If he'd say them, you could be his, maybe, but it was worth the chance right?

"I've been meaning to tell you that I need your help painting the roses!" Shit, he didn't say it. "Oh? Is that it? I'd be happy to help ya Riddle! You just gotta ask." You gave him a bright smile and he swore that his heart stopped. You waved him goodbye and ran off to paint the roses.

He didn't make you his today, maybe he'd try again tomorrow.

𝐓𝐫��𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫—

Trey knew that he'd had a crush on you from first glance, it was like "love at first sight" type of thing for him. When you two had greeted each other at first year, he'd thought you were pretty cute, nothing too serious, but as time went on you only got more and more beautiful. Each year was like you'd grown into more and more of a goddess, you were perfect in his eyes. More beautiful than the Evil Queen herself.

He'd always treated you with his sweets that he made whenever Riddle was away, and he loved the bright smile and praise you'd always give him. It filled him with great pride knowing that the one he loved enjoyed his treats.

"Ah! Y/N, I thought I'd find you here." He ran up to you, you were sitting near the roses that he'd guessed you just got finished painting for Riddle. "Oh, hey Trey. What's up?" He carefully made sure that he'd hidden the box behind his back, he was nervous, I mean how couldn't he be? He was giving pretty much a confession to his crush!

"Oh.. uhm, well I got you this while I was out earlier.. I h-hope you like it." You seemed overjoyed that he'd thought of you and gotten you something, as you took the box into your hands, you placed it down and jumped up to hug him, "Thank you Trey! I'll make sure to return the favor!"

You pulled away and grabbed the box, waving him goodbye and running back into the dorm. Soon enough he'd be able to give you an actual confession, and he couldn't wait until he gathered up that courage.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝—

Cater was a little scared when he found out that he liked you, I mean a lot of people thought he was something of a Playboy, what if you thought the same!? But his worry quickly washed away when you two became the best of friends, you two had tons of pictures of the two of you, either on his phone or yours. Eventually the entire Heartslabyul dorm thought you two were dating! He was more than happy to say the least, I mean you were so close to being his.

"Hey Cater! Let's take a picture, the roses are all painted so it'd look perfect!" You whipped out your phone, getting ready to take a picture with him. He smiled and walked over to you, leaning down a bit so that he wouldn't look too much taller than you. *Snap* "Ah! The picture looks perfect Cater!" You smiled as you looked down at the picture, now was the perfect time to make his move.

"Yeah, only cause you were in it." That was a little cheesy and dumb, but hey it was still cute, right? You giggled and pushed him playfully, "Oh stop it Cater! You look amazing too!" He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, "No way, you're way better looking than me." He leaned down, ready to kiss you.

"Cater! Y/N! Finish painting these roses! They aren't even close to finished!" You two were snapped out of your dazes when Riddle's voice screamed at you two, "W-what.. but I coulda sworn they were all red.." most of the roses were still white, when just a second ago they looked red.

"Well they're not so finish!" Riddle stormed away as you two got back to work. He'd get that kiss later, no matter what.

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚—

Ace was worried about having a crush on you, he wasn't good with this romance stuff! He was tempted to ask his older brother for help, but decided against it, he could do this himself!

..or so he thought. He was worse at this than he thought, he seemed to only know how to tease you and try to make you blush with dumb words or stupid jokes, "Haha, you're so dumb Ace!" You smacked his arm gently and laughed, he smiled to himself, hey even if you did call him dumb he made you laugh! "Hey! I'm not dumb, I'm funny!" He retorted back, which only made your laughter grow louder.

As you two headed back to Heartslabyul, he couldn't get you off his mind, even when you were next to him. He tried his hardest to brush your hands against each other's multiple times, maybe accidentally gosling hands and then staying that way, he snuck quick glances at you, trying to take in all of your features. You looked so peaceful and beautiful as you two walked silently. It was a beautiful afternoon, the sky was a mix of orange and yellow, the clouds were barely there, and the sun was beginning to set. It was perfect, a perfect time to confess to you.

"H-hey Y/N.." he stopped and looked away from you, trying to avoid your eyes, "Hm? What is it Ace?" You stepped closer to him, making him sweat heavily. "I've been meaning to tell you something.. just c-come closer.." you nodded and got closer and closer to him, until your bodies were touching.

He looked up into your eyes, looking for some kind of similar feeling inside of them, but eventually he got to nervous and pushed you away, running away from you. You were left there confused and ran after him, but you were too slow. He'd already reached his share room.

Damnit, he got too nervous. At least there was always tomorrow.

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞—

Deuce was a wreck when he figure he liked you, he thought that you'd never like him back. He was a former delinquent plus he was pretty dumb! (he eventually accepted that.) How was he supposed to impress a beautiful, smart girl like you!?

He called his mother multiple times, telling her all about you, or at least what he knew, how good of friends you were, but most importantly what to do since he really liked you and he definitely didn't want to screw up or miss his chance.

His mother only said to play it cool and try to make you smile or laugh. He could do that, he told himself lots of prep in the early morning, readying himself to see you, even if Ace told him to shut up.

"Hey Y/N! Good morning." You looked over at him, giving him a smile, "Good morning Deuce! How'd you sleep?" He could feel his heart pounding, you were so nice to him, compared to what he's used to from others, "I slept good. What about you?" He wanted to add the 'beautiful' at the end, but decided not to. "Good, ready for today?" He nodded and blushed as you took his hand into yours.

As you two walked towards the main building, his hands started to sweat, much to his embarrassment, "Ah! S-sorry my hands are s-sweaty Y/N.." he wiped his hands onto his blazer, turning away from you. "It's okay Deuce, I don't mind." You took his hand back, and he couldn't help it anymore.

He pulled you into a kiss, but quickly pulled away. "I-I'm sorry!" He ran away into his class, leaving you a flustered and blushing mess, but happy that you got a kiss from him.

[mimisempai]

You are enough just as you are

Sam senses that something is wrong with Bucky since they left Madripoor, but he doesn't know how to reach him. Zemo plays matchmaker (of sorts), to help him open his eyes...

"Are you sure you're okay, Bucky?"

"Yeah..."

Ever since Bucky had come back from his meeting with Ayo, Sam had felt he was different. In fact, now that they were settling down for a bit in Zemo's mansion in Riga, Sam had had time to think about everything that had just happened and actually Bucky had been strange since the plane ride to Madripoor.

Sam couldn't put his finger on it, but he had the impression that Bucky was distancing himself.

"I'm going to bed. I'm dead." Bucky got up from the couch and headed for his assigned room.

"'Night." he added and closed the door behind him.

Sam, convinced now that something was wrong, got up and made his way to Bucky's room, determined to get to the bottom of it.

"If I were you, I'd give him some time."

"What are you meddling with, Zemo?" Sam turned back to the baron who was lying on the sofa.

"Samuel, do you realise the impact our little stint on Madripoor has had on James?"

"Of course, I know it couldn't have been easy." Sam came and sat on the arm of the sofa.

"Really?" asked Zemo, raising an eyebrow at him in his characteristically mocking manner.

"I realise how hard it must have been to consciously put on the costume of who he once was, to act like the one he's desperately trying to forget." Sam had been aware of this, though he had beenl surprised by the fact that Bucky could act so easily.

"Fine, but there's one little detail missing Sam."

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" Sam was growing increasingly annoyed with the man who acted as if he knew something Sam wasn't aware of. He waited for his answer.

"It's that he had to do it in your presence."

"I don't see what difference it makes, I knew him when he was the Winter Soldier."

It was true. He'd seen Bucky fight, he'd even fought against him, he'd seen him act like the robot killer he was back then. The killer with no conscience.

"So blind... you two are so hopeless. But thank you for the entertainment..." Zemo chuckled making Sam's annoyance rise a notch.

"Geez, are you going to end up talking in more than just riddles!"

"Think about it, what's different between the time you knew him and now, other than the fact that he was being controlled? And what did you feel? Weren't you worried to see him slip so easily into the skin of the Winter Soldier?"

After  a few minutes, Zemo could see on Sam's face the realization of what his words implied.

"You understand now?"

"Yes." Sam stood up, "All the more reason for me to go."

Zemo rolled his eyes, said with a sigh, "So much for subtlety." then got up and headed for his own room.

"Good night Sam, give my regards to James."

Sam walked toward Bucky's room. He didn't bother to knock, he gently opened the door to Bucky's room and slipped inside closing the door behind him. The room was lightly illuminated by a bedside lamp in the corner of the room.

He wasn't surprised to see Bucky sleeping on the floor, they had already talked about it, their years in the war had left all sorts of traces. Bucky had spent more than half of his life in war, it was normal that the old habits were hard to die.

He went to sit on the floor next to Bucky who had his back to him.

"Bucky, I know you're not sleeping. We need to talk."

"Hm...no, not in the mood."

"And yet I think you know it's necessary."

Bucky let out a long sigh before rolling over onto his back, sliding the blanket off and revealing his perfect bare torso to Sam, who struggled not to gasp at the sight. But this was not the time. His eyes slid to Bucky's face, and he didn't like what he read. He'd seen a lot of emotions on Bucky's face before,, but never such deep sadness.

"Hey Bucky, I know something's wrong. Talk to me..."

He saw the expression of stubborn defiance come over Bucky's face, that expression he knew well, the one Bucky took when he didn't want people penetrating his shell. The one he wore the day of their couple therapy session.

Bucky said to him in a challenging tone, "You think you're my shrink Sam?"

"No, but I think I am your friend."

"Precisely..." sighed Bucky, the sad expression returning to his face.

Sam placed a tentative hand on Bucky's shoulder. He felt him tense under his hand before relaxing again.

"Precisely what?"

"It's even worse because you're my friend Sam. Do you understand?" Bucky ran a hand over his face before throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

"Yes, I think I understand, but I want you to explain it to me. No pretenses or wordplay. Tell me!"

Bucky sighed again.

"Who am I Sam? Who am I? When you look at me Sam, do you see me, or do you see the Winter Soldier? Do you-"

"Hey Bucky for as long as we've known each-"

"Let me continue… What if Zemo was right?"

"In what way?"

'James, you will have to become someone you claim is gone.'

'Didn't take much for him to fall back into form.'

Sam remembered Zemo's words.

Bucky continued, "What if it was just me who thought the Winter Soldier was gone? It was so easy to impersonate him again, and so horrible at the same time! I don't want to be that man anymore Sam! But if that was all there was in me. And then I think, if I don't have it in me anymore, am I still useful to you? And if I'm no longer useful to you, will you still want me around? And-

"Wow, wow, wow,  stop that right now! Your cyborg brain is smoking again. You're overthinking it Bucky. Let's go sit on the couch." He stood up, reached out to Bucky to help him up, sat him down on the couch, and sat next to him, so close their thighs were touching.

"Let's think rationally first okay?"

"Hm." Bucky nodded, keeping his head down.

"Bucky, look me in the eye and tell me, do you think the Dora Milaje would have let you go if they didn't think you were completely free?"

Bucky looked up, swallowed and thought back to the day Ayo looked him in the eye and said, "You are free white wolf."

He replied in a low voice, "No."

Sam patted him lightly on the back and exclaimed, "Ha see? And on top of that, I saw you as the Winter Soldier, you don't have anything of him in you I swear. I know it." He let his hand rest on the back of Bucky's neck feeling the man's tension.

"Secondly, what's this about you being useful to me or something? You've never been an instrument to me. Just like the winter soldier, that's all in the past. Bucky, you are you, free to decide, if you don't want to follow me then don't, but don't think you are here because you are useful to me. That's so far from the truth, from what I really feel-"

Bucky interrupted him, "That's just it! I don't know how you feel, you say we're friends, but what connects us if not the fact that we have or rather had a friend in common? Who am I to you?"

"I keep telling you you're my friend Bucky, but..."

He felt the tension rise under his hand and saw Bucky's features harden.

"Let me finish Bucky..., you're my friend but I want more for us." There, he had said it. The naked truth laid there in front of them. It wasn't the moment he would have chosen, but he had known that for a long time, not everything was going as planned.

Bucky turned his head towards him, "You mean you, that I- that..."

"I mean exactly that." Sam slid the hand that was on Bucky's nape around his neck and brought his face close to his, before kissing him, putting everything he was feeling into it.  Seeing that Bucky wasn't pushing him away, he deepened the kiss while tightening his embrace around him. Bucky was not to be outdone, he placed his hands on Sam's head responding to the kiss with equal ardor. Someone moaned, and Sam didn't know if it was him or Bucky. They separated to catch their breath, letting their foreheads against each other.

Bucky whispered against Sam's mouth, "Are you sure that... hmph."

Sam put his heart into proving to him how sure he was. Then he moved sightly back and whispered, "I'm sure of myself and my feelings, but what you feel, I don't know...you still haven't told me what you want Bucky."

Bucky kissed him gently before saying, "You, Sam Wilson, you're the one I want, you're the one I've always wanted." before kissing him again.

When they caught their breath once more, Sam had a slight mocking smile and pushing back a short strand of Bucky's forehead he said softly, "My white wolf, what am I going to do with you and your cyborg brain?"

"Whatever you want, Sam, whatever you want." replied Bucky before settling down, his head in Sam's lap and raising his feet on the couch. Sam leaned back, and let his hand slide over Bucky's hip, who gripped it with his own, while Sam's other hand stroked Bucky's tousled hair.

They let themselves be lulled by the moment of serenity that was offered to them, a moment of respite in the middle of the chaotic time.

There would be time tomorrow for battles, conflicts, disagreements and they would face them, together as always, but aware now of the strength of the bond that they shared.

_________

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31097006

Thanks for making it this far, I hope you enjoyed your read. Feel free to say what you liked (or not 😬) in this story.

Not beta'd

[bitchiha]

A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing any of my psych assignments which is fine by me. Im a little bit rusty with one shots bc the last one I did was a Harry Potter angst with Draco and that was on a diff blog a few months back. Any who, enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

Request:  I would like to order a Gaara x Reader where Gaara and Reader are dating, but she is a Leaf Shinobi, and she she is always very talkative and smiling, but one day she is serious and quiet, and he is worried, but finds out that she is only concerned with something kind of silly, and then he is relieved and realizes that he really loves her.

✎ Worry (Gaara oneshot)

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend all that often, being that you were a Leaf ninja, constantly on missions and he was a Kazekage, constantly protecting his village. However, whenever you did reunite it was always memorable. In fact, Gaara would be lying if he didn't count down the days to your arrival. 

He always looked forward to seeing you. He would stand at the gate of his village, waiting for your body to slowly become visible through the winds of the blowing sand. He loved the face you would make when you finally discerned his shape in the distance: your eyes would brighten and a smile would spread rapidly across your face. Even if the journey was long, seeing him waiting there always gave you a burst of energy. You would then squint your eyes to shield them from the sand and run the rest of the distance towards him. 

However, when Gaara spotted your figure in the distance today, you seemed a little tense. In fact, when you spotted him you didn't make that signature facial expression he loved so much or even start running towards him.

Something was off.

He watched you carefully as you got closer and frowned. He lacked a lot of emotional experience with others, but there was no denying that you looked worried.

Seeing you like that made him panic a little bit. Again, Gaara has never been very good with emotions - if anything he relied on you to be the one to help him navigate peoples feelings. So seeing you in such a worried state made him really, well... worried. He didn’t know what to do.

Once you finally arrived face to face at the gate you greeted him with a small smile and he guided you into the village. He gave you a little perplexed look in return before weeding the two of you out of the way of villagers and back towards his apartment.

I should say something, he thought to himself almost awkwardly, but he just didn’t know what. 

Normally you would have started a conversation with him and he would have listened carefully, not saying much himself as he preferred hearing your voice as opposed to his own. However, you didn't seem in the mood to do that today, meaning it was his turn to pick up the slack. 

“Erm- Temari and Kankuro will be happy to see you. Kankuro has been working on a new puppet and he has been dying to show everyone in the village how good it is.” 

You laughed at that, which made his heart warm a bit, but he couldn't help but sense a possible hint of distractedness in your tone. You were gnawing at your nails too - he picked up that it was your nervous habit -  which made him fall back into silence again. 

What am I supposed to say? What do people do in these situations? 

Gaara lead you up to his apartment, knowing that you were tired and usually fell asleep upon arriving at the village.

Typically after you woke up from a nap you two would eat dinner together and then you would really start to catch up on things. You would talk about eventful things that happened on your missions and he would talk about Kank and Temari or some of his own eventful occurrences as the Kazekage in return.

Your naps usually lasted pretty long after your 3 day journey. That would give Gaara just enough time to drop by Temari’s and see if she could assist him with how to deal with this whole situation. She was always the one he fell back on for relationship advice. Deeming Kankuro useless in this field, as he talked more to puppets than to actual human beings.

He opens the door for you upon arriving and remains at the enterance, when you realize he isn’t coming side with you, you turned to look at him. You stared at each other from your respective points in the apartment: him at the door and you just outside his bedroom. 

“Gaara?.. Aren't you coming inside?” 

“...No, I need to, uhm, finish some paperwork. In the meantime you should really take a nap. I’ll be back by the time you wake up.” He said awkardly as he closed the door.

With that, he left you to sleep as he paid his sister a visit, asking her for some needed advice.

Temari was surprised at the visit, it was always very rare for Gaara to ask her for this kind of advice anyway, let alone for him to have a worried look on his face too.

When she lets him inside, he recalls the events that have transpired so far, sitting across from eachother at Temaris dinner table. There was a guide book on Shogi sitting atop the table, which Gaara knew she was reading just to impress a certain Leaf ninja. Anyway, when she caught him staring at it she batted it away embarrassedly and cleared her throat, her face growing hot. There was a moment of silence in the room as she thought about what Gaara had told her. 

“Hm... Well, did you ask her whats wrong?”

“...No.” He realized that would have been an important piece of information to ask.

“Gaara!“

Temari shook her head, but then proceeded to give him a simple rundown of what to do. 

Step one: ask whats wrong

Step two: ask how you can make her feel better 

It seemed so simple when Temari said it, honestly he felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't manage to think of it on his own. He wasnt going to waste anymore time now that he knew what to do though.

As he was leaving Temaris apartment she smiled at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that...”

“Oh, its nothing...” she giggled. “Well actually Gaara, you know, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone.” Then she closed the door with a cheeky grin, leaving Gaara to blush at the face of a wooden door. 

On his way back to the apartment he thought about what Temari said, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone... Of course in his head he always knew he really cared about y/n, but having someone else notice it too really made him stop and think. 

He remembered when he fought Naruto back when the sound village attacked the Leaf. Naruto had opened Gaaras eyes to a lot of important things. He had shown him that you needed to have people important in your life. People that you would fight for and even die for... And for the first time, Gaara realized that y/n ticked all those boxes.

As he arrived back at his apartment, he opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake you up. He could hear your gentle snores as he made his way to your bedroom, holding a medium sized box in his hands.

After leaving Temari’s he had wandered the village a bit, thinking over a few things and clearing his mind, he had passed by your favourite dessert place in his village and figured that it would be a good gesture if he got you something. Afterall, Temari was always so happy when got sweets from anyone.

He opened the bedroom door carefully only to see you curled up on his bed sleeping. It made his heart feel all funny when he seen you sleeping. You looked so calm and fragile. He couldn't really admire it for all that long though because His presence must have alerted you. He watched your eyes open groggily as you sat up.

“Gaara? Is that you?” you asked, letting out a yawn. 

“Yes. I uhm... I got you something.” he placed the white box on the bed next to you. 

 You opened the lid curiously, to reveal your favourite dessert staring back at you. It made you smile widely, as if nothing was wrong in the first place, but in a few seconds the worry crawled back onto your face. This time though, Gaara didn't get discouraged. 

“Something has been bothering you since you got here, y/n. I want to help you, but I can't if you don't tell me whats wrong.”

It was strange seeing him so forward with feelings, but you liked it. In fact it made you feel relieved that you could tell him about your predicament.

“I guess you're right... Well, you see I guess its kind of... A bit silly but I got you a gift a while back. It was so pretty... You see, it was this necklace I found in a village I was passing through for a mission, it was this red gem wrapped around a sort of turquoise wire and it made me think of you instantly. So, I bought it and I was so excited to give it to you I kept taking it out of my backpack to look at it on my way here. Then when I woke up this morning and checked out of the Inn I stayed in, I went to look at it one more time before I arrived and it was gone!” you sighed, falling back onto the pillows. 

“It would have looked perfect on you, Gaara. I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting. I don't know I guess its kind of a stupid thing to be upset about, but I just can't help it.” You covered your face with your hands. 

There was a dip in the bed and you felt Gaara lay down beside you, causing you to peek at him through your fingers.

He was relieved to say the least, in fact he may have even been smiling a little bit. This was all she was worried about? It wasn’t about anything that he had done, it was just about a necklace!

“Thats all that was worrying you?” He asked as he looked at you with an almost soft expression, he gently removed your hands from your face. 

“You know, y/n, I’m sure the necklace would have been nice, but all that really matters to me is that you're here now and we can spend some time together.” 

He thought about what you said: I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting. 

“And you don't need to give me anything to remind me of you while you're away because I think about you all the time when you're not here with me.” He blushed a little bit after he said it, but refused to get all shy about it. 

When you heard that, a big smile appeared on your face, the same one that he always saw when you ran towards him at the villages gates. It was a huge relief to see you like this again, it felt as though there was a crack of sunshine in the middle of a storm of dark clouds. He could see the worry and frustration in your face slipping away slowly. 

It made him feel happy, to be able to make you feel better again. He really did care about you.

“Come on then, eat your dessert and then we’ll go see Kankuro. Like I said earlier, he wants to show you his new puppet.” 

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DISCLAIMER FOR ANY SENSITIVE READERS: This series is going to deal with heavy topics like abandonment, death, guilt, grief, and a lot of other stuff; this first chapter in particular is probably going to be pretty heavy for the same reason.

I will be writing this is present tense and will be constantly be saying, "if this was a show, this would happen or this is what we see," both because I originally thought of it as a show and because this is a screenplay, but more narratively cohesive.

Got that? GREAT!!!

Let's dive in!!!!!!!!!

Chapter/Episode 1: Union- Part 1

We start off in darkness with the sound of crackling fire in the background. One by one, a red light shines and silhouettes five figures, all standing in a circle as they face each other. If this was a show, the camera would be behind one of these figures as he and the other figures eye each other.

He starts a fire in his hand and two figures bristle while the other two back away-

An alarm clock blares out and we cut to a dark bedroom in a hotel suite, like the sound of the alarm woke US up, along with the character sleeping, who groans as his alarm keeps blaring.

After MAYBE the fifth chime, he sighs and slaps the alarm clock off, his arm slipping down his nightstand and droppong to the side of his bed.

His hand curls into a fist as the door is knocked on.

"Mr. Wagner? Are you awake yet?"

Yes! We start with our boy Lucius Wagner!

Lucius loudly humms, "Mm-hm" and sits up.

"You have an interview at nine', a meeting at a quarter to noon, and a conference at five'. Looks like another busy day."

He hears the person- man, woman, it doesn't matter- walk away and stands up from his bed to pull the curtain to his room back only to wince when the light hits his face.

It's too early for the sun to be so bright.

Despite being tired and not wanting to write to people because he can't talk, Lucius gets ready for his day.

Back to what we'd see if this was a show: the camera would be on Lucius as he stares out at the city before he takes a deep breath and turns away. Jump cut to the camera behind and away from Lucius as he turns and walks to the bathroom, turning on the TV before he starts getting ready, more specifically the news.

The camera stays on the TV as we learn Lucius, despite his young age of 22, is running for senator just like his human father did, but he is more successful because not only has crime rate already decreased, but any political opponents he goes against stepped down within minutes of the debate or conference he's in. With no evidence of bribery or any other scandal involved, as criminals are being found dead, one being brought up in todays broadcadt, Lucius is on his way to becoming Sentator of not only Massachusetts, but of the United States as a whole.

We do a transition from Lucius's room to the scene where the camera zooms in on the TV screen as it shows a body under a blanket and we hear the click of a camera and the lens shutters close and open.

On the streets, we now follow Damien Thorn as he gets as close as he can to the scene and the body. He has been investigating these 'accidents' since the arrival of everyone's favorite new politician, who has never spoken a word on camera, never said anything to or against his opponents, and never spoke during interviews. And somehow he's running for senator. Since it seems fishy to him, and because he keeps getting a sick feeling in his stomach when he sees Lucius on the news, he decided to start digging by tracing the criminals who have died and anyone who stepped down from conferences.

The body he is investigating today is a fisher from the town Lucius grew up in, who was charged for numerous cases of assault and fraud.

He is stopped by a police officer when he tries to cross the police tape.

"Sorry, that's close enough."

"It's for the paper. People want to know what's going on."

"They don't need to see this."

Damien scowls as his eyes go black, uttering a "sorry" as he stares the officer down.

The officer's face goes expressionless and just as he lifts the tape, the announcer gets a breaking report.

"This just in! An earthquake near the United Kingdoms has caused the south western quarter of England and Wales to be flooded and taken out to sea!"

Cut back to Lucius in his room as he chokes and gags on his toothbrush; if you've ever hit the back of your tongue while brushing your teeth, you'll get why he gags. He walks out, mouth kind of full of toothpaste and his toothbrush in his teeth, and sees an over head view of the map, showing just how much of England has been wiped out.

For context, here is what was taken out, circled in red⬇️⬇️

Lucius's eyes widen as he takes out his toothbrush.

I'm not good with fractions, but a third or fifth of England is now gone. And-

"While it is right now unknown how many are injured or missing, authorities have reported countless victims were lost in the catastrophe."

Lucius turns off the TV and finishes getting ready, a time jump/transition of Lucius going to the bathroom to spit out the toothpaste and then transitioning to him looking up from washing his face, like he leans down to spit out the toothpaste wearing no shirt and with some shower head, but when he leans back up, he's in a black dress shirt, about to tie his tie, his hair is tidy, and he is rubbing his face dry with a towel.

Part of England gone. Just like that.

It's a pretty shocking thing to imagine, with possibly hundreds or thousands of people being wiped out in the blink of an eye and the cause somehow being an earthquake.

Seems sort of fishy, if you ask me.

Lucius tries shrugging it off as he leaves his room, dressed to impress, and heads out for breakfast and his interview.

Cut to a pair of men walking on the sidewalk, the white-blonde haired one panicked and finicky while his red haired partner is swaggering beside him with a briefcase. The more brightly dressed man keeps "oh"-ing and whimpering , which is driving his more darkly attired kind of insane.

An angel and a demon.

If you've seen Good Omens, you KNOW who there two are

"Angel, stop muttering. You sound like you're summoning Satan himself."

"What if we can't find him? And what if he says 'no?'"

"We'll make him say 'yes.'"

Aziraphale looks down at the briefcase and then nods.

"And just how are we going to find him?"

"We found the antichrist once. We can find him again."

Aziraphale stops and gives him a withering look.

"Another one. We can find another one."

SPEAKING OF THE DEVIL'S SON!!!

Just as the two continue, they bump into a certain photographer that makes Aziraphale shudder like he's just gotten into an ice bath and Crowley smell either blood or smoke.

This wasn't what Crowley had in mind, but it's a start.

"Oi! 'Scuse me!"

Damien turns as he keeps walking. "Sorry, I have to hurry to..."

Aziraphale now starts trembling and Damien gets a sick feeling in his stomach, not like with seeing Lucius, like he has an air bubble in his stomach or really bad period cramps.

Crowley narrows his eyes behind his sunglasses and steps closer.

"Where you off to so quickly?"

Damien fights a gag as he continues to back away. "I-Interview. Wagner's see-seeing someone. Im-Important for the news."

Crowley steps closer and pulls Damien close by his color, making Damien pale and fall to his knees.

"Lucius Wagner?"

Damien nods.

Aziraphale and Crowley exchange glances before looking back at Damien, Aziraphale taking the briefcase away so Damien can recompose himself.

Cut to Lucius in the middle of his interview, which is being recorded on the news. So far he has been asked the basic political questions and he gave the correct answers to get people to love him. Then comes in ANOTHER breaking news report.

Part of California, Arizona, and New Mexico has also been flooded, but there aren't as many people missing as England.

"Mr. Wagner? How do you see yourself helping the families that are now broken by this tragedy?"

Before Lucius can answer, two people catch his eye.

Like when Damien saw him, Lucius gets a sick feeling in his stomach until he sees two young men, one scowling with wavy blond hair and the other with brown hair and the giddiest smile on a boy.

Suddenly, a member of the crowd pulls a gun out and shoots at Lucius, who throws himself and the woman he's interviewing with to the ground.

The blond smirks and the brunette grows angry.

The shooter gets a look of pure despair on his face as he drops to his knees letting the police drag him away.

Lucius is escorted away instead gets a call.

His schedule has changed completely. He must now go a military base, where a private jet is waiting for him to take him home; his address is classified to the public, so no one knows where he lives.

Cut to Lucius walking through a crowd as he tries to get to his jet, trying his best to wave at the paparazzi and camera people.

"Mr. Wagner, if you'll let me ask you-"

The man who asked grabs Lucius's arm and the two meet eyes. You know that part of the forst Lucius game where time freezes and you see your target with the screen tinted red? Lucius and Damien met eyes and time freezes entirely as they stare at each other and feel the growing urge to kill each other.

They don't hear anyone or anything. They only see each other.

Both are wide eyed as they realize who or what the other is and glare at each other.

Luckily, a body guard punches Damien away and helps Lucius to the jet, where he takes his seat and lets out a breath as he loosens his tie and tips his head back.

"So sorry for all that, Mr. Wagner, sir."

Lucius looks over to see someone like an air flight attendant and writes them a message.

'Don't worry about it. I've had worse happen.'

"Well, at least you're headong home, after all this."

Lucius nods and leans back once more, getting comfortable for his flight to home sweet home.

It's a relatively short flight, mostly because we'd see a timelapse of the sky and Lucius napping in his seat before we cut to him in his house.

Being a senator in the running, Lucius is on a very nice house, one he keeps clean and well furnished. Think Lucifer's penthouse in the shiw Licifer, but it's an actual house and doesn't have a wall of alcohol, just a small cabinet in his parlor and shelf in his fridge.

He turns on a light and nearly jumps out of his skin when he sees Crowley sitting in his living room.

"Hello, Me. Wagner. Nice flight?"

Lucius recomposes himself and raises an eyebrow as he holds a hand out. 'How did you get in here?'

"Just a bit of miracle work from a demon. Takes one to know one, right?"

Lucius takes a seat as he writes a message, showing it to Crowley with narrow eyes.

'I don't exactly know who you are, but you don't have the right to make an accusation like that.'

"You're one of the sons of Satan, I'm pretty sure I do."

'My father was Charles Wagner.'

"Ah, yes, the loon that killed your mother and his own staff while you were sent to the nut house."

'He tried to kill me.'

"Eye for an eye, you prat."

Lucius's eye twitches as he snaps his pen in half, eyes going red.

Crowley only smirks and removes his sunglasses, revealing his snake eyes, befire putting them back on; the lights Lucius has are bright.

Lucius settles and grabs another pen from the coffee table and writes a new message.

'Antony J. Crowley? It's about time London's famed has paid the US a visit.'

"You would think." Crowley leans forward until his elbiws are on his knees. "Look, you're not going to like this, but there's something we need your help with."

Lucius gets up and shakes his head before leaving a messge on the table, and to go the the kitchen to get a drink; like hell he's dealing with CROWLEY sober.

'I don't know if you've noticed, but I have a country I'll be running soon. I don't exactly have time to help you or your pet angel.'

Crowley snarls and follows Lucius to see the young man about to take a sip of a drink.

"Don't you think it's weird that parts of England and America are just gone? That the ocean just took them away and an earthquake was the cause?"

Lucius pauses and lowers his drink slightly, eyes on Crowley as he nods and gestures for the snake eyed demon to continue.

'I'm listening.'

And that will be it for part 1 of Chapter/Episode 1!!!! Man, was this fun to write!!!! Like I said, this is just part 1 and I will be continuing with Chapter/Episode 1 Part 2, I promise!

Sorry for all the yelling, I'm really excited!!

Thank you all so much for reading this and I hope you all have a happy and safe holiday season!!!

[mysticalmusicwhispers]

aditya is going to be grounded forever and ever and ever once he gets caught lmao. indus might even throw a slipper at him 😔someone please help him (not yao he's going to make it worse. or maybe yao can give him nice doodles and presents as a way of consoling him. he probably won't feel bad but at leas he will try to make his friend less sad lmao. and iran would help!! even as they're like "wtf you're SUCH A BAD INFLUENCE" @ yao. their combined efforts would likely make aditya very happy!!) the poor baby will not be having any fun for a Very Long Time :(

HM i think nyo china should live in a place of residence that makes me want to eat the rich whenever i walk past it, filthy capitalist that she is. but should that be the penthouse apartment of a high-rise condominium or should it be a lovely landed property? or maybe she has 2 houses an apartment for yao and sometimes herself in the suburbs of their primary school and a rich people house in the city that is near the elite high school she WILL get yao into (but this might mean moving yao away from his friends in middle school 😔) . decisions are hard. but yes she definitely buys her way out of trouble with her neighbours all the time

"you should follow his example in the things he's a model at not in things he does badly" i CHOKED i don't think i've heard a more chinese parent quote than this for the past 3 years they would totally say this and of course their disgruntled kids would complain that yao is um not the most respectful of the law dhwkntke

ALSO HIS POOR TEACHERS... I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY HAVE A CLUB THAT'S SO SAD OH MY GOD

hmm i think that like. even without a mentor's guidance yao will probably become less unruly and wild as he ages, as a process of growing up and becoming less focused on causing Chaos (he's directing that feralness to like. making an actual plan to take over the world probably), because society's tolerance for buckwild bullshit decreases as you get older and older, and the likelihood that he'll miss out on awards and other accolades if he continues this sort of behaviour, which his ambition won't allow for. BUT what i think won't change is the fact that he's an arrogant asshole and he becomes more and more so as he grows up with a lifetime of academic and extracurricular excellence. so im just saying imagine said sub in high school absolutely tearing apart one of his assignments. like just covering the whole thing in red-inked ruthless rebuttals and giving him a c. yao has never gotten a c in his life and is both humiliated and impressed because the sub is RIGHT, and they managed to outlogic him (which up till now only his friends + nyo china could probably yao doesn't associate with dumb people). and then he progresses amazingly in that class during the sub's remaining time with them and gets nyo china to let the sub teach him when they land a job. like i feel as though he would greatly benefit from an older mentor who won't tolerate his bullshit and would challenge him to reach new heights and this might be person!! (this thought is kinda unrefined and doesn't fully explain the Vibes but i need a nap now + it's not really Baby au anymore it's Slightly Less Baby au fhwinfkwg good afternoon to you and good night for me!)

They’re so sweet omg ☺️ Yao and Iran giving Aditya little presents... I love it. Their small gang of bastards has to stick together after all. Also yeah RIP India; at least they still have time to interact at school, but at-home hours is rough. (also, Yao’s neighborhood is moderately far from Aditya’s, but what about Iran? o-o I feel like they’d live a bit closer (?), maybe a couple streets away, and Iran isn’t on Indus’s blacklist yet............ (but then again, Indus probably banned any of his friends coming over lol). Also, Yao makes a plan to somehow get into the house across from Aditya’s and flash morse code at night with flashlights so they can talk, and hopefully it entertains his house arrested friend! Iran is dragged along for the ride and just goes with it lol. Jury is out on whether they get caught.)

Nyo China’s many houses.... :| she would do that oh my god. Also I think (?) there was a whole crackdown a while ago in China on people who were buying houses they didn’t live in, so they could get their kids into good schools in that residential area.... that radiates her vibes and I hate it. Miss China, how does it feel living in a penthouse, or just being rich in general O-o I LAUGHED at “decisions are hard” that’s everything about nyo china. “hmm yes I can’t choose which house I actually want to live in so why not just buy all 5??? yep, sounds like a good idea!” O_________O can’t relate

lol thank you; I was trying to channel Chinese parent energy and I’m glad it came through! The kids are grumbling that Yao could just be 100% awful or 100% academically stellar, but no, he has to be a genius AND a delinquent (just choose one, god) also yes they have a lil club just for them! Only people who have the honor of suffering get to join :)

And to your last paragraph, HELL YES IT’S CANON NOW. “Yao doesn't associate with dumb people” I’m crying omg. Yao takes all honors/gifted classes and doesn’t speak to anyone who doesn’t 😭 The big red C glaring at him from the top of his (once beautiful) essay stabs him viscerally in the chest and he needs to take a few days before looking at it again in order to recover his strength ego. He reads through all the comments and each one shreds his ego even more lmao; they’re not even mean comments but he just knows the sub is Completely Correct and sinks into a low like he’s never had. But yesss @ the whole episode pushing him to do better in order to keep up his Academic Excellence, and maybe impress the sub whom he now views as superior and whom he actually has respect for.

May I propose the sub is miss Vietnam o-o... she probably should be in the gang of ancients (as the only other kid who can rival Yao in Logic and fistfights, but isn’t friends with him like the other ancients because he sucks and she doesn’t like his bs) but shhhhh.... we can make a spin-off AU and nobody needs to know... lol anyways, I feel like if the substitute is Vietnam, she and Yao would have some sort of antagonism (not too tense but not friendly bickering either) at the beginning; Yao really wants to impress her and do better in class but Vietnam just. Does not like how he’s an asshole, especially to other people he thinks are below him sksksk. But they slowly warm up to each other especially as Yao gets ~reformed~ ever so slightly, and then it turns into friendly bickering and Long Debates on various intriguing topics (Yao always plays devils advocate in those :|). But yeah I definitely think she’d be a good candidate ig, since she doesn’t take bs even from the star pupil who is also an ass. And she’s a sub at first, so it gives her a little bit more room to throw hands whenever she wants instead of having to control herself lol