#who's training you.... listen to me like... LISTEN so you don't get stuck... one fucking issue on a chamber and you don't listen

[yoshistory]

oh my god 15 days left at this job and im hearing word that at the last minute they're trying to snake back and barter to keep me after i've already mentally fucked off. fuuuuuck

[writingouthere]

exboyfriend!Sukuna x f!reader.

cw: smut, outdoor sex, angst, controlling behavior.

Your date was a disappointment.

The guy wasn't an asshole or anything, but at some point he'd talked about cryptocurrency for ten minutes straight without you saying a word and there was no coming back from that.

"I had a great time," he tells you as you stand on the subway platform after finally escaping the restaurant. You nod noncommittally and wonder if this is the part where he asks for your number. You're calculating the risk/reward of giving him a fake number and having him potentially call it while you're still right in front of him when you hear a familiar laugh from behind you.

"I doubt it," the voice says and you close your eyes. Maybe if you wish hard enough you can develop teleportation and not have to deal with this.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" your date asks, his voice only wavering a little as he looks at your ex-boyfriend. Honestly, you admire him. The sight of the tall, heavily tattooed (alleged) criminal was usually enough to make people cross the street to avoid him but not this accountant? Investment baker? Dentist? Fuck, he'd talked about his job for thirty minutes and you had not been listening. You would have guilty if you weren't actively judging him for not even noticing your lack of engagement.

Whatever, he probably wasn't brave, he was probably just an idiot.

Sukuna seemed to agree as he laughed again and put his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm her boyfriend."

Your date looked at him, looked at you, and seemed to be weighing if this was worth one mediocre date. He seemed frozen for a second until Sukuna took a step forward and the guy's previously dormant survival instincts seemed to awaken and he booked it down the train platform.

Once he was out of sight, you took Sukuna's hand and dropped it off your shoulder like a fallen leaf that had got stuck on your jacket.

"Are you following me, now?" You wouldn't have put it past him. You turn to face your ex who looks not only unrepentant for his little routine but vindicated. Or maybe he just looks vindictive, you can never tell.

"Are you going on dates with any loser that asks?" He tosses back and you roll your eyes.

"You didn't even meet him."

"So, he wasn't a loser? And you weren't deciding if it was worth giving him a fake number and having him call you right then?"

You hated that he knew you so well.

"He seemed the type to call," you concede and Sukuna scoffs.

"Absolutely, that fucker is. Women have been giving that dumb fuck fake numbers since he was begging for them with his little Nokia flip phone."

"Is Nokia still a thing?" you ask and Sukuna glares at you.

"Do I look like Google to you? Hey, don't try to district me, princess. We were talking about how you seem to have gotten it into your mind that you can cheat on me with any guy with a pulse."

"I'm not cheating on, we're not together," you tell him as your train pulls up. You don't bother protesting as he follows you on it, even though you know the old apartment you used to share is in the other direction from your new place.

"The fuck we're not," he seethes. The other riders look at you and you see one or two guys deciding if it's worth trying to get involved but you're more concerned about the teenage girl who looks ready to fight this asshole for you. God, you loved women.

"You're making a scene," you tell him and he looks ready to make the scene Oscar worthy before you give him the look that used to make him not call your friends' babies ugly when you went to birthday parties.

"Where can we talk then?"

"I'm not taking you to my place," you say and he sucks his teeth.

"Then let's go home."

"You mean to your home."

Sukuna looks furious but you're not in the mood. You had just spent the past two hours on a terrible date, which made you think about how dating was just going to be like this until you found a new boyfriend or gave up, which then made you think about your break up and how up until a few months ago, you thought you would never go on a first date with anyone ever again.

You hated that Sukuna had put you here and you hated that you still loved him.

"I'm not leaving until we talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about."

You're so tired, Sukuna is so close and it's been so long since you got to smell him or feel his warmth. Your apartment was still barely furnished but everything in it was new and it still didn't feel like home. The one sweatshirt of his you'd let yourself take had stopped carrying his scent weeks ago, and just being close to him now, it made something in you relax. Like you were finally home.

"There fucking is," he hisses and now he's so close you can make out the scar on his jaw and the fullness of his lips. You used to tease him that you'd never met a man whose lips were as soft as his. He may have looked like tough shit, but you would never catch him out of the house without lotion and chapstick.

You wondered if he was still using the cherry chapstick you had bought him at the grocery store the week before you'd broken up.

"Are you going to marry me? Are you going to give me a baby?"

"Princess-"

"Then there's nothing to talk about," you say and you thank whoever's watching that the train is pulling up to your stop. You get off and Sukuna is right on your heels.

"You don't even want those things right now, why the fuck does it even matter?"

"I want them eventually and if you're not willing to give them to me, then I just don't think I need to keep wasting my time."

You're roughly dragged into a nearby alley and tossed against a brick wall. Sukuna's hand cups the back of your head, taking the force of the slam and you hate that he watches out for you even when he's being a controlling jackass.

"Being with me is wasting your time? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"Not your girlfriend," you snap back. "Let go, I want to go home."

"Fuck you," he tells you and you're about ready to fight him, grown scary man or not when he leans down and his lips are on yours.

They taste like cherry chapstick.

His hand on the back of your head tightens, his thumb pressing against your neck and making you shiver. His other hand is pressed tight to your jaw and when you gasp against his mouth, he presses down as if he can hold you open and consume you so you can't leave him again.

His muscled thigh is in between yours and you can feel the rough texture of his jeans, the same pair he wore to work, the same pair you'd put through the washing machine a thousand times, rub against where your legs are only covered in tights. The shorter than usual skirt meant to entice your date, and instead it was being taken advantage of by your ex-boyfriend.

Sukuna let go of your face so he could put his hand underneath the fabric of your skirt.

"New outfit?" He teases as his hand slides to the top of your tights.

"Got it for my date," you snap and he growls at you before he rips the seams of your tights. Before you can complain, he's dragging them down your thighs and diving into your panties so he can get to your cunt. The underwear is new too and a pained noise leaves you at the sensation of them snapping against your inner thigh, both at the pain and the thought of how much they cost.

"I still have those blue ones you like at home, the ones you wore for my birthday last year," he tells you as he slides his finger down the seam of your cunt. You're wet and it annoys you because orgasming has been a bitch to achieve since you had to start giving them to yourself again.

"You can keep them," you tell him and he bites your lower lip between his teeth, they'd always felt too sharp for a man and you know you're a twitch or a less than playful nibble away from a busted lip.

"They're not really up for wearing anymore anyway."

You want to ask him what he means by that as he kisses down your neck and thrusts one finger into you, the slide almost unholy.

"So fucking wet, your cunt was always better at talking than you were."

The sensation of being filled even though it's not enough it's not enough begins to itch at your need to be satisfied as your mind fills in the gaps of his previous words.

You can imagine Sukuna in the bed you used to share, the dark blue sheets and the comforter covered in a black pattern that had reminded you of the marks that covered his body. One hand holding your favorite pair of panties and the other his big cock, that sometimes you missed even more than him.

Did he use the panties to jerk off with, the fabric just an expensive tissue for his cum? Did he hold them to his nose and pretend he could still smell your pussy on them in the bed that used to smell like both of you? You had tried watching porn and reading smut, the stuff you had relied on before you were together, and nothing compared to what it felt like to come from his fingers, his tongue, his cock.

The only times you had touched yourself when you were together were when Sukuna had wanted to watch, his commentary pushing you to the edge. He had always known what to say.

Good girl, now try two fingers for me. Not enough? Do you need my cock? Fucking slutty princess, eh?

No matter how demeaning his words were, you had never felt true shame because his desire for you was always apparent. Sukuna never held back praise where he felt it was deserved, and he had always been quick to let you know that what you were doing was pleasing him.

"Pay attention to me, princess. I'd hate to think I was boring you." The words are laced with cruelty and the added pressure of a second figure is harsh, too soon, and still not enough.

The hand in your hair tightens, but the grip still careful not to mess it up beyond repair. Something you'd been adamant about in the beginning days of your relationship. The gentleness of it, of him, makes you cry out.

Since Sukuna was the only one who still seemed cognizant of how you were in an alley, only a right turn from being on a public sidewalk, he was quick to catch your moan in his mouth. Nearly purring in reply, a ridiculous thing for a ridiculous man to do.

"Fuck, that's it. No one else can make you feel like this, this cunt is fucking mine."

"Yes," you hiss out in agreement. Pleased with your concession, Sukuna's thumb swipes over your clit as he continues his punishing rhythm with his fingers. You can hear how wet you are as it echoes off the brick around you. Even though it's cold outside, you feel almost too hot between the warmth of his body shielding yours from the world around you and the heat that's continuing to build up in your core.

"So close, I know you are. Beg me, princess and I might let you come," he whispers in your ear and you would feel embarrassed of the whine you let out if you weren't so close.

"Please, Sukuna. Please, let me come!"

"I don't know. Not sure if I should reward you since you've apparently being going around giving this pussy to fucking anyone."

You shake your head. "No, I haven't slept with anyone since we broke up."

Sukuna kisses you so hard, you're grateful for the hand behind your head because you know his knuckles must be bruised from the force he kisses you with. Sukuna pulls back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours and you hate that you find that hot. That this whole thing is hot.

For a second, the softness in his eyes takes your breath away and you almost forget about where you are and what you're doing and why it's the worst idea you've ever had. He's just Sukuna, the love of your life and you miss him so much.

You think he might say something crazy like he loves you or even propose but then the softness is gone and he just grins at you.

"Alright, come then, you've earned it."

With permission granted, Sukuna focuses his attention on your clit in just that way you like in the way that only someone who's done this hundreds of times could do. He's definitely leaving hickies around your collarbone and neck, but for now they feel good and when you come, you bite your lip knowing it will be bruised. A reminder of how you're an idiot when you look at it in the mirror tomorrow.

Still soft with your orgasm, you reach down to return the favor but Sukuna grabs your hand.

"I'm not walking around with cum in my jeans," he tells you, kissing your palm. Typical of him, to end something crass with something sweet. You sigh as he puts you back down on the ground. You pull up what remains of your tights, the fabric uncomfortable on your quickly drying thighs. Your ripped panties lie on the ground and Sukuna looks at them forlornly before shaking his head, dirty alleyway panties apparently being too much even for him.

Sukuna grabs the bag you'd dropped when he'd kissed you and gestures for you to exit the alley. A few passersby give you strange looks but you figure if you were going to be arrested for public indecency, it would have happened already.

"I guess we're going to mine," you say. "I live like another two blocks this way."

"I know," Sukuna says already heading that way.

You blow a piece of hair out of your eye. "Of course you do."

When Sukuna actually types in the passcode to your building you almost lose it, but you're tired and honestly you had kind of expected to just come home to him already in your apartment at some point. Sukuna had never been great at respecting boundaries. Or the law.

You unlock the door to your apartment, it takes everything in you not to ask if he already has a key. You don't want to know. He follows you in and the two of you sit at the dingy two person table you have set up by one of the only windows.

"Cozy."

"Fuck you." He smirks in that way that has always made you want to punch him and you're reminded that you're currently wearing shredded tights.

"Sukuna, you wanted to talk. So talk."

The smirk leaves his face and he looks at his nails, pressing his thumb against the one on his pointer finger and then looking through the 'o' formed there. "You left."

"I did."

He looks at you. "Why?"

"You know why," you say, tired again.

"Sure, you want to get married at some point. You want a baby at some point. I don't see what that has to do with us, right now."

"Because right now leads to that some point. It doesn't just happen. There are things I want, that are important to me. If they're not important to you, then I need to find someone who has the same priorities as me."

"Because I'm not your priority," he says and this is the rehash of an argument you'd had a thousand times. Sukuna was selfish and possessiveness and while that had always granted you a certain security, it had also been a chain you'd constantly worn around your ankle. You weren't going to defend your time at work or with friends to your boyfriend. That belonged to a different time, to different women and it had been a nonnegotiable early in your relationship that he figure that shit out with himself.

"Sukuna, I love you but I'm not going to give up what I want for my future because you don't want it. You don't have to want it, in fact I appreciate that you've been honest about it-"

"So appreciative, you left me," the words are almost snarled and you sigh.

"That's not fair. You can't be mad I want something else, the same way I'm not mad that you want something else. It's not a character flaw to not want to get married, or to not what kids. It just means you have a person out there for you who shares that view. Because it's not me."

"Why can't it be enough to just have a life with the two of us?"

"It's not about whether or it's enough, it's about me wanting something else."

There's a pause. Sukuna claws at the dents already in your battered table and deepens the grooves as you try not to flinch at the sound of his nails bearing down on wood.

Finally, he responds. "You know, I spent my childhood, my teens and a lot of adulthood raising Yuuji because our piece of shit parents couldn't be bothered and let me tell you. It's fucking hard. It is constant and they need so much for you. I didn't do anything but work and watch him for almost two decades and I don't want to do that again. I want my own life."

"I understand," you tell him. "That was a lot, even if you did a great thing by taking him in."

"It wasn't because I was nice. You seem to be forgetting that I'm a murderer. And you want me to fucking watch Bluey with some brat."

"You may not be nice but you do right by the people you care about. I also don't think you've murdered a baby, it would probably be okay."

"That's more incidental than a conscience choice," he says and you know he has to hear how ridiculous he sounds.

"Alright. I respect your decision but for what it's worth, we're not kids anymore and you wouldn't be doing this alone. I think Yuuji turned out pretty great because he had you, and I think any kid of our would be lucky to have you as a dad."

"You would really do all that with me," he says and his voice is as close to wonderous as you've ever heard it. "You really are a lost cause."

You try not to react, remind yourself that this is always how Sukuna responds to affection. He'd laughed at you the first time you'd told him you loved him. You'd punched him and broken your hand on his chin. He'd told you he loved you in the ER as the attendant resetting your hand looked on in horror.

"I think that's enough for today. Thanks for stopping by and for the orgasm, appreciate it," you say, rising from the chair. You walk the short trip to your door and open it. "Hope you have a safe trip home."

Sukuna stays seated. "That's it?"

"Yeah, Sukuna, that's it."

"And if I said I could do this, I could give you those things."

You think about it and look him over. How his hands twitch as if only his ego is preventing them from clenching. The clear trauma that was informing his previous stance.

"I'd say take some time and maybe talk to someone. I don't want to do this with someone who can just bring themselves to bear it. I want them to be as excited as me."

"That's asking for a lot from a guy."

"But someone will do it." Sukuna looks angry again and when he steps in your space, you push him gently away with your hand. He goes to hold it and even the familiar scrape of his calluses against your skin can't make you waver.

"Bye, Sukuna."

Sukuna looks at you, waiting for you to give in you know but you won't.

He leaves without another word.

When the door to the stairwell slams shut, you finally let yourself cry.

----------

It's been a month since you've seen Sukuna and you're on another date.

The guy is unoffensive. He gave you a hug when you met up and he'd made a joke about the plethora of other couples at the restaurant. You two started playing a game where you tried to guess how many dates each couple had been on?

"Three, she's finally figured out she can't put up with how he chews no matter how nicely coiffed his hair is," your date says as you take another sip of your drink.

"That's a second date, his chewing is a commit or quit type of deal and she looks ready to go. Bet they didn't eat together on their first date."

"Is he telling the plot to Dune, he has not stopped talking since we sat down," he says and you giggle despite yourself.

You've just started on the couple both looking determinedly at their phones by the window when your phone rings.

"Sorry, I need to take this," you say and he smiles.

"No worries, I'll let you know how many times she misses her mouth while looking at her phone."

You wave as you go to stand outside. You take a deep breath and then answer.

"Hey."

"Hey, princess. Bad time?"

"No, just, what do you want?"

"Well, I'm planning this first date with this girl and I'm having trouble figuring out how to explain something."

You want to throw up, what kind of test is this?

"What do you want to say?"

"Well, I've heard that it's important to be straightforward with your intentions, so you don't waste anyone's time."

"And what are your intentions?" You manage to spit out and he laughs, his smugness almost seeping out the phone.

"Well not anytime soon, but eventually I think I'd like a little brat. You know, prove to Yuuji that he wasn't a fluke."

You heart is pounding and you hate him. You love him.

"Uh huh."

"And I guess it would probably be easier to do that if we just got married. You know, taxes, healthcare, I still don't have healthcare but my wife will and I've heard you can add people to that."

"This proposal is the fucking worst one I've ever heard," you say, trying to ignore the fact you are now crying in front of a restaurant. People walk by giving you pitying looks, probably think you got stood up.

"It's not a proposal, it's a framing of intent."

"Why do you talk like such an old man, we are almost the same age?"

"Why do you talk like such a brat?"

"You know-"

"Probably," he says and you laugh despite yourself.

"So when is this date?"

"Tonight," he says. "You can wear that dress you're wearing, it looks perfect on you."

"Are you fucking here, you creep?"

"That's no way to talk to your future husband and no. That place is a shithole, I'm at our usual."

"Good, I've missed it. No one makes my drink the way I like it," you tell him and he hums.

"Well, it will be waiting for you when you get here. So get here soon."

"Alright, I'll see you soon."

Sukuna hangs up and you stand there. There's a perfectly nice guy inside. One who makes you laugh and who maybe one day you could grow to love.

But there's another guy across town who is sitting at your favorite restaurant, ordering your favorite drink. His lips taste like the organic chapstick, he claims to be too tacky to be worth wearing but keeps it in his pocket anyway. He built all your furniture and let you paint your bathroom green even though you live in a rental. He's held your hair back when you were sick and cleaned it up even as he bitched at you for the mess and done a rather cruel impression of you retching.

There's another guy that you love.

So you go back into the restaurant to tell your perfectly nice date that something has come up.

Maybe you're a fool, but what else could you do?

Maybe this will be a series, idk. Being an adult is weird. This is def ooc but you know, let me work through things and call them fiction. That's what this account is for.

[moonlight-prose]

THE WAY YOU SAY GOODBYE

a/n: i have been watching way too much hart of dixie lately and well wade is basically just hangman in a different font. don't try to argue cause you know i'm absolutely right. so i spawned this drabble out of my head as if i were summoning a demon. enjoy my hangman girlies.

summary: if there's a way to say goodbye that has been noted in the history books, hangman will find a way to master it.

word count: 1k+

pairing: jake 'hangman' seresin x f!reader

warnings: semi-explicit, kissing that borders on tongue fucking, he's nasty with it, cocky hangman, spit, again i say he's nasty with it.

Looking up the definition of the word goodbye would come with an endless amount of definitions and explanations. All in varying languages, with meanings so deep they grew like the roots of a tree. Embedding themselves in the earth with life of its own.

The way Hangman said goodbye wasn’t one of those.

He was assured, cocky, and genuinely believed he was God’s gift to this earth. You could see it with how he leaned against the pool table, his legs spread, lips pulled into a you know you want to fuck me smile. And the thing was…you couldn’t deny it. You did in fact want that. You had that. Four hours ago at the crack of dawn when he found his way back into your bed after a run and a shower.

Of course the others around would voice their displeasure and intense disgust if either of you brought it up. So you stayed silent. Sipping a coffee as he argued with Rooster over who had the bigger dick. Or something of that manner. You weren’t entirely focused on the conversation, your eyes fixated on the way his uniform pulled taut across his shoulders.

You were pretty sure that if you peeled the layers of fabric away, you’d find the imprint of your teeth in the muscle of his right shoulder.

Part of you was tempted to search for it. The other part had yet to notice he had stopped talking altogether, his attention on the only thing that mattered. You and your dreamy haze of love.

If he had the time he’d drag you to the bathroom, but everyone was already starting to pack it in for the morning. It would be a long day of training, of listening to the same orders over and over, of picking fights with one another until their patience ran thin. And all he wanted was to say goodbye to you properly. In a way that he’d feel each time you crossed his mind.

“You want a ride?” Fanboy asked, digging his keys out of his pocket.

He nodded. “Yeah thanks.”

“Let’s head out boys.” Phoenix shoved her arms into the leather jacket she’d brought even though the weather outside was warm enough to sunbathe.

He found his mind wandering to the image of you doing just that.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing tall as he reached for the jacket on the back of his chair.

You smiled as he sauntered over to you, his hand gripping your waist as he tugged you to stand up. “You’re going?”

He sighed as if you’d asked him the hardest question to exist. “Yeah. I’ve gotta go baby.”

“I’ll see you tonight.”

The soft smile that crossed his lips was enough to have your heart racing. “I’ve got a new bottle of wine, some new desserts to try out.”

He smiled, his hand sliding lower as you listed out a few other things. Some which you had to say softly, lest you bring the wrath of the others. You’d been in that predicament before; you didn’t necessarily want to go back. At least not for a few months. Getting caught at the rocks by the beach was bad enough. Getting caught by Rooster, Phoenix, and Coyote was worse.

Although they couldn’t deny it, they were much happier seeing Hangman in a relationship than out of one.

“We got to go man,” Fanboy said, nudging Payback to get up from where he sat. “I don’t want to get stuck doing extra push ups when your asses make me late.”

Jake chuckled, his eyes dropping to the way your tongue slid along your bottom lip. The idea of dropping in when he got lunch was appealing enough to hold him over for a few hours. At least then he could show you what he’d been craving to eat since this morning.

“Gentlemen. Phoenix. You might want to avert your eyes. I’m about to kiss my woman goodbye.” The groan from behind was enough to set you off in a fit of giggles, your hand sliding into the base of his hair. “C’mere sugar,” he mumbled, grasping the nape of your neck.

To say Jake Seresin invented the art of saying goodbye was an understatement. He made bidding farewell dirty, debauched, and so filthy so as to solidify that moment in your mind for the rest of the day. His tongue slid into your mouth, a soft moan at the taste of your coffee being pressed into the searing kiss, as he tugged you even closer. The breath was knocked from your lungs with each lick into you and you began to wonder if maybe he was thinking of something else entirely.

That only made you grip onto his hair tighter, pulling him close enough to feel the way his hips shifted forward. Not enough to draw attention from the others. Yet you felt as if he was grinding into you without a single item of clothing on.

“That’s disgusting!” Rooster shouted from across the bar.

Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to pull away. Spit spread slightly down your chin, his teeth digging into the plush skin of your bottom lip, and you felt your knees begin to buckle. Even as he gripped your ass tight enough to leave a phantom touch behind.

He made sure you’d feel him all fucking day.

“Mm,” he hummed, his grip growing tighter. “Your coffee tastes delicious baby.”

You laughed. “You want some?”

“I gotta go,” he mumbled, kissing you again as he licked even deeper into your mouth. His sharp inhale the cause of your heart stuttering.

“So go,” you breathed. “I’m not stopping you.”

He smiled. “Liar.”

“Don’t be rude.”

“Or what?”

Twisting his hair between your fingers, you tugged his head back slightly. Earning you a soft grunt you felt in the base of your stomach.

“Or I find something else to occupy my night.”

“Noted Mrs. Seresin.” He snuck your mug out from behind you, stealing a sip as you hung on him—addicted to his mere presence.

You smiled, biting into your bottom lip as he cleaned you up with his thumb. “I’ll see you later Mr. Seresin.”

“Oh yes you will,” he murmured, stealing a chaste kiss as he swung his jacket over his shoulder. “You can count on it sugar!”

[lovelykil]

headcanons─

: ➛ killua & gon x reader older ver.

hc; night owl reader

cw; little suggestive themes mentioned

note; I have a huge headache (´ﾍ｀；) also, this was one of the choices everyone wanted so 😛

˗ˏˋ gon

“you're still awake?” o(*´ー` ?)

I'm pretty sure he passes out dead cold right when he hits the sheets. After a long day of training to build his aura and practice his new ability he's tired asf

Bisky gives yall no break

He changes into his muscle shirt and some sweats then jumps right into bed, you following along.

He tells you goodnight and places a little peck on your cheek before clinging onto your arm and snoozing

You're obviously exhausted too from today but somehow can't find yourself to be sleeping, but to ponder.

You think about how you even began to be with the ravenette and how your life changed for the best along side with him.

You wonder if killua actually really liked you or not σ(￣∇￣;)

He always seemed distant or not wanting to deal with you at all, but he always had your back in fights so.. maybe he did have a soft spot for you.

minutes past by.. You're still stuck in your head, looking up at the ceiling.

an hour..

two..

three..

four?!

damn what possibly could you be thinking about

You played a game on your phone soon enough from after all this thinking , the bright screen waking up the teen next to you.

You were actually surprised that woke him up he was literally facing away from you after shifting in his spot countless times.

He sits up with a disturbed expression, rubbing his weary chocolate eyes.

"y/n, can you turn off your phone?"

"I- yeah sorry gon." (￣▽￣;)

With a click the device shut off and was placed beneath your pillow, you sigh quietly to yourself.

"I wonder what your dad looks like." You whispered.

"I'm sure like me" gon tiredly smiled at you. You looked back at him then at the ceiling, you let out a soft chuckle.

"obviously, I bet that's where you got your weird hair"

"hey!" (｀ε´ )

"my bad" ( ￣▽￣)

gon lays back in his spot, his thoughts flooding his mind aswell.

"how long have you been awake?" He lets out, his head turning.

you think before answering.

"awhile."

"awhile!?"

"couldn't sleep"

"bisky isn't gonna go easy on us tomorrow you need to get your rest you know." The boy tugged on your shirt, trying to get you to listen. Your eyes move around the dark room then you grumble.

"okayy" you scoot towards him to feel his warmth, he lays his hand on your shoulder to kiss your cheek and smile.

"we can finally sleep together now!"

"ahhg, yes night gon."

"goodnighttt" (^^)

will make you go to sleep with kisses and hugs

he cares alot about your health and sleeping is the way to extra energy !!

so I don't think he stays up much

If he does it's possibly because of a sleepover with killua

idk I see him needing that beauty rest 🗣‼️

˗ˏˋ killua

“go to sleep WOMEN” o(｀Д´#)

does NOT need that beauty rest 🗣‼️

he can stay awake for awhile 2 to 3 days I think he said?

he just built different 🥶

so match him up with someone who also can't sleep ..

boom

chaos.

jk I'm sure he's pretty chill about it

like you also can't sleep? cool wanna have a pillow fight and watch scary movies??

you two are probably always doing something in the middle of the night.

nothing weird YOU PERV.

I mean, unless..😗

NO.

like sneaking into the kitchen to steal snacks together, quietly so not to wake up kurapika 😓

kil always eats most of them though to piss you off, then you end up yelling at him as he looks at you with his cat smirk

slowly shoving the chips into his mouth.

ooohh that boy gets on your nerves (`へ´*)

he won't admit it but he enjoys these nights with you, he's impressed how long you can stay up till you eventually pass the fuck out

idk cause sometimes at night too he gets a little.. silly.

suddenly his confidence is WAY high in the dark room as you two talk to each other after snacking.

he plays with the ends of your shirt as you sit on his lap and rant about something

"oh? uh-huh. mhm

he's not listening, he wants to rub his hands against your torso from under your shirt as you gasp from the cold sensation of his digits.

maybe even let him take off your shirt if he's lucky.

though, you knew what he was doing there was a reason why he wanted you to sit on his lap 😒

you grin to yourself, shaking your head.

you stopped talking and grabbed his pervy hands.

"I know what you're doing." You whispered.

"damn it, thought I was careful this timee" He whined.

you escape from his lap and lay next to him with a giggle.

"ohh, you're so cute cmere." You tease the boy, listening to him boil in heat. His pale face pink as flamingos as you lean in to kiss his cheek.

suddenly that confidence died out.

"you're so embarrassing.." (≧ヘ≦ )

he muttered irritatedly but he very much enjoyed that peck hoping you would kiss him on the lips now.

in which you did, the kiss was long and gentle. Your hand held his cheek as his landed on yours your lips formed a smile when he did so causing him to break away from the tender kiss and grow more flustered

"WHYD YOU DO THAT-"

"Smile?"

"YEAH.. DON'T DO THAT."

"Because the way your hand went on mine was cute."

". . ."

"You KNOW WHAT go to BED" ////

honestly it's fun being with him, wasting your nights with the albino

and having meaningful (sometimes) conversations at night, the kind where you and him smile together, with nothing but love in each of your eyes.

[pinkyqil]

Fuck boy // Patri x Pina

Summary : just two bestfriends who happens to be madly inlove but one's just a straight up fuck boy or girl whatever you want to call it and are inlove but can't admit to it.

Notes : y'all wanted fuck boy patri x pina so here it's,gonna be a mini series so send me some ideas or what you'll like to see between them or how the tension goes

© PINKYQIL

Pina was done with patri's fuck boy act everyday was her hearing about some new girl who landed in her bed and how amazing it was.

she was tried and had enough fantasizing about what patri was like. how she treated the girls she brought to bed wanting it to be her instead of some random strangers.

Yesterday the team had gone clubbing but Pina couldn't go due to being sick all weekend.and now she was stuck between mapi and patri who hadn't stop talking about some chick she had made out with last night.

Her jealous feelings where rising the more she had to listen about patri fawn over some girl she definitely had enough listening.

"Patricia shut up for once we get it already you made out with some hot chick like you always do now let some of us have peace". Pina told her before walking away.

"Amiga what did you do". mapi asked cause she's never really seen the duo be that mad at each other before.

"Nothing that I could think of I don't really know".

"Oh lord you got the tiniest one angry and don't know what you did your dead meat at this point". Mapi told patri before pulling her along to do some exercises.

Everyone else around them became a little bit suspicious as the duo hadn't done anything stupid or pulled a prank like they normally do on one of them. it made everyone low spirited especially the younger ones who got to pull pranks or have fun with the duo in general but a few were happy that they wouldn't have to deal with any of the duo shenanigans.

The rest of training patri had tried talking to pina but would just get ignored by the girl or when trying to do some drills together she would rush to someone else before she could ask it broke patri to see Pina ignoring her without knowing what she did wrong.

Pina on the other hand thought she's been doing well her plan was to ignore patri until she could sort out her feelings which look's like it would take a while cause patri doesn't plan on giving up.

"Pina please talk to me or at least tell me what I did wrong". She said getting in her way before she could move.

"Nothing now please get out of my way". She honestly didn't mean it that way but it came out way aggressive than expected.

"No not until you tell me what wrong". Patri wasn't going down without a fight even though she was hurt by pina's tone.

"Patri just drop it I don't wanna talk about".Pina told her once more trying to leave.

Patri knew she must have fucked up when she saw th way pina's facial expression changed on her cause she wasn't the type to be that mad at her through out there friendship.

"Before you leave how about I make it to this Friday there's this new restaurant that opened up let me take you there please".

"Fine can you let my hands go now". she said making patri drop her hand.

All night pina's mind was filled with thoughts of patri.

wondering how she could like her bestfriend well not wondering but like who wouldn't fall inlove with a tall brunette spainsh woman who probably has one of the greatest abs and also one spain biggest fuck boy to ever exist even though pina knew she shouldn't be feeling like this.

Friday came like a breeze pina was ready to face patri after a week of ignoring her while dreaming about how sexy she was..

Patri promised to pick her up which she came right on time. opening the door for her pulling out her chair which would be very out of character for the tall one.

"So I just want to apologize for whatever dumb thing i did that offended you to be that mad all I really want is my bestfriend to stop ignoring me and acting like I don't exist". She said.

"It all okay I probably over reacted a little too much sorry for ignoring you".

"So we good". She asked

"We are". Pina told her before she busted out laughing at their awkwardness.

There day at the restaurant ended up well except the part where the waiter passed by mistaking them for a couple which left both of them blowing different shade of red.

Patri had convinced Pina to stay over for the night as they had the weekend off.

Bad idea really bad idea.

Arriving at patri places they both had been playing fifa for hours in her room until patri had pushed pina on the bed trying to mess her game up.

"Puta stop trying to cheat just cause you can't play like me".

"Says the person who's the same as a baby bear". Patri told her before climbing on top of Pina who had just been laying on the bed.

before holding her hands together staring into her eyes.

The two of them found themselves in a un required position that would be when patri had pulled Pina by the waist and kissed her.

Leaving both of them in shock by her sudden actions.

What wil happens now? how would they both react!? Would patri pull away or counting kissing pina ???

A/n: cliffhanger causes why not 😝 this might be a mini series so send in more ideas and feedbacks as there heavily appreciated thanks for reading hope you enjoyed.

[taasgirl]

say something pt 2.

summary: although playing for the same club, pedri and y/n cannot stand the thought of being around each other. enemies to lovers for all my slow burn girlies out there - i got u

a/n: not proofread and all in english + more installments coming soon!!

read part one here!

We were sat just above the bench, watching over one of the men's games. We had to do this regularly, to show our club spirit or something. The men, however, barely ever came to our games. I swear they only came for our Champions League Final and were out of the stadium when the ninety minutes were up.

“You’d think that such an expensive team would be good.” Ingrid was not impressed with the team playing. Her face had disgust written all over it and was really not afraid to show it.

“Don’t be mean. Not everyone can be as good as us.” Salma bolstered a smile, rubbing my leg aggressively. Rolling my eyes, I kept my focus on the game in front of me. It was a tight game. Real Betis were really putting up a fight, and I couldn't help but ogle at Hector Bellerin. He was genuinely so beautiful.

"Enjoying the game Y/N?" Salma asked, making the girls around us laugh. "Yeah funny Sal."

By the time the game had ended it was a 2-1 win for Betis, a real shock to almost everyone. The boys were fuming.

We walked down to the field, players from both of teams were still there. Making my way through with the girls, I heard my name called out. "Y/N! Wait up!" I turned around, running over with a cheesy smile was Hector. Hector Bellerin.

We followed each other on Instagram, and occasionally left friendly comments, but we had never spoken before. "How you doing?" I could hear his awkward English accent. "I'm doing pretty well. Congrats on the win you guys deserved it." He smiled.

"Ah, thank you. None of us were really expecting it." We spoke for another few minutes until he was called over by his coach.

"I'll see you around, I hope that next time you watch me play, you're in a Betis jersey." Smirking, he ran back to his team while I followed the girls into the tunnel.

When I caught up with Salma she couldn't look at me. "Already cheating on class boy with a footballer." She sarcastically sighed. "I always knew you were destined to be a wag." I lightly shoved her until I felt a push on my back.

"Get the fuck out of the way." Pedri spat at me. "Talking to the fucking opposition. If you want to fuck him so badly do it after the game." He pushed the changeroom door open, following closely behind him was Gavi and Ferran who looked at me sympathetically.

"Come on don't listen to him. Let's get home." Salma's hand found my shoulder pulling me close into her. "I'm happy to sleep over at Mapi's if you want to bring a certain someone over." God I hope she never changes.

"Girl there's no way I'm inviting him over. Let him celebrate the win." I smiled at her and she looked confused. "I wasn't talking about Hector." She stuck her tongue at as we walked to the parking lot.

I couldn't stop thinking about what Pedri had said to me that night. It almost shocked me how I didn't slap him. And although I wanted to hate him for it, a part of me hoped he didn't mean it. A part of me wanted it to just be a spur-of-the-moment comment which he would regret.

"Y/N are you okay?" Alex lightly tapped me. "Huh? Oh yeah, I'm just um tired." I focused back at my teacher. School was kicking my ass, I received my assessment schedule and these last few weeks were my last moments of peace before I locked in.

Once class was over I hurried myself as usual to the door. I had to get to training asap and I couldn't afford to be late. Again.

"Need a ride?" Alex caught up to me. There was no way I would decline, I was gonna be late. "Yes please, I need to get to work." We hoped in his car and he drove me to the grounds.

"I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other day. If it's alright with you, I'd like to come to one of your games?" I laughed but quickly refrained myself. "Oh um yeah. I can try and hook you up with some tickets if you wanna bring people."

We drove through the back streets of Barcelona until we got to where I needed to be. "Do you need me to pick you up? I'm happy to hang around for a while." He pulled up kerbside. "Yeah you'd be waiting for a very long time. It's all good, Salma drives me home." He'd met Salma a few times after we'd hookup as he tried to escape my room.

"But seriously, thank you so much. You don't understand how much easier you just made my life." I leaned over and pecked him on the cheek before I left the car.

"The fuck is that?" I recognised the voice immediately, B-lining for the buildings' entrance. "Oh ok yeah very mature, just ignore me." I waved to reception as I walked down to the changerooms.

"Was that your boyfriend? Or just another guy you hook up with." I snapped at him "He's a classmate." I continued walking down the hall. "So, tell me, did you sleep with Hector." That was it.

I turned to face him and slapped him across the face. Hard. A red mark coloured his cheeks. Realising what I had down, I regretted it immediately. "Oh my god Pedri I'm so sorry." I placed my hand on his cheek. "Holy fuck I don't know what came over me." Firstly, he looked at me disappointed, then he smirked. "So I'll take it that you didn't sleep with him." I walked right past him.

"Is something up with you Y/N?" Lucy said in my ear while marking me during training. I looked at her puzzled. "You're a lot more, I don't know. You're very tense." I scoffed. No wonder I was tense, I was literally studying for my degree while playing professional football.

"Well a few of us are going to go out tonight if you wanted to join? Girls only type of thing." Actually, I liked that idea. I needed time to just chill. Preferably away from home.

"Yeah actually I'd like that. You'll send me the address?" She agreed and soon enough we were back to tackling each other.

Once training had finished, Ona and I walked to the gym. She was still recovering from an ankle injury and wanted someone to give her motivation during the workout. As we entered the gym, sets of eyes laid straight onto us.

The men's team.

I looked at her, displeased to be trapped in a room filled with sweaty men, however, she didn't seem to care too much. "I think I'm gonna get deodorant poisoning if I'm in here any longer." She dragged me over to a machine.

I took a walk around the gym, trying to find the spot with the best reception. "Fancy seeing you around." Pedri called out to me.

I didn't look at him. No bother in giving him the time of day. "Okay then." He turned back to his group, they were making fun of his failed attempt at grabbing my attention.

"Y/N can you come over here for a sec?" Gavi called out to me. I was less than willing to walk over to a slightly intimidating group of boys, but I didn't want to give Pablo the same response that I gave Pedri.

Walking over, I could feel the eyes of the boys on me. "How you been baby?" I smiled at him. He's always been affectionate towards me, but this was artificial in a way. He was trying to make someone jealous. "You going out tonight?" I nodded. "Clubbing downtown." He looked impressed. "Going with Salma? I can try and ask around for that girl to be there."

"I'm so happy that you're finally going out with me. It's been what, four months?" Salma put on one of her sexiest outfits. I told her that the girl from before would be there, to that she immediately went looking for the hottest thing she owned.

"Yeah well you're obviously not planning on hanging out with me." Since she had gone out the other night, she couldn't stop talking about this girl she met.

We got picked up in a cab and made our way downtown. Upon entering the club we realised it wasn't exactly how we had pictured it. It wasn't so much a 'casual' club as it was a 'celebrity' club.

I recognised majority of the people as other footballers and internally rolled my eyes at the idea of spending time with some stuck up male footballer. Like Pedri for example.

When we found Lucy and a few of the other girls, we took a seat at the bar and ordered a round of shots. It had been a while since I had drunk alcohol, but I promised myself that I wouldn't drink too much. And I was usually good at keeping to my word, so I limited myself to three drinks.

"Y/N, Salma's been telling me about this guy you've been seeing." Ona said, taking a shot in full. "I hope he's hot at least." I looked at Salma unimpressed, she loved telling people about my life, to the point where even the physios knew who Alex was. "He's just a classmate, I mean like we've hooked up a few times but I'm not really into him."

The girls and I chatted for at least twenty minuets before suggesting we move to the dance floor. The DJ was playing mostly Bad Bunny with a few western songs, and soon enough the alcohol hit me, and I was in my groove. I was dancing with so many different people, and I could've sworn I had accidentally grinded up on Jude Bellingham before Ingrid came over to me, telling that someone was looking for me.

I followed in the direction of where she had pointed and found myself on the outside of the floor, but next to a tall man. "Hola Y/N." Hector bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hola."

"I really think we should hang out some day." I blushed at his words. "I'd like that. Maybe you could come to one of my games? Hang up your pride and wear the jersey of your old club." I nudged him playfully as he sarcastically shook his head. "Let's dance." He pulled me by the hand into the centre of the floor.

He held my hips as we swayed together, feeling the music and each other. "I though you'd be a better dancer Y/N." I looked up at him confused. "I'm only joking Carino. You look beautiful." I dug my head into his chest as we danced.

Now did I want to hook up with him? No, not really. But you can't hate a girl for giving into some attention. "Hector." He looked at me, almost freezing. "Does Pedri hate me?" He laughed. A guttural laugh.

"I'm not sure. Why?" I sighed. "He's just been a real dickhead lately. Always up in my personal businesses and constantly trying to piss me off." Hector smiled at me. "Yeah I don't think he hates you." He continued, "If it makes you feel any better, I think he actually likes you. I mean at least when I was at Barca he wouldn't shut up about this new prodigy." Ok now I was intrigued. "Go on."

"Well I mean he would always hang around at training to watch you play. To me at least I found it a little creepy, but I think it all stemmed from a crush." Yeah what the fuck.

"There's no way. Like he actually despises me." Hector shrugged as we came to a full stop of dancing. "Well maybe something's changed, but trust me, he likes you. Or used to I don't know."

I literally did not know what to think. So Pedri has been a fan all along??? Interesting…

After leaving Hector for the bathroom I felt a presence behind me as I walked down the corridor. Turning around nonchalantly, I came face to face with Pedri. Of fucking course he’d be here.

"Having fun?" He was holding a glass of what looked like water. Of course he didn't drink. "Yeah it's chill." I went to turn around when he grabbed my shoulder. "Sorry if I've been a dick, I've just, I don't know. Sorry." He was smiling at me. Smiling.

"Oh, um yeah okay you're all good." Before I could make my way back to the bathroom, his hands clasped my face, pulling me in for a kiss.

My brain wanted to push him away, but my body wanted more of him. I kissed him back passionately before he pulled away, hands still on my cheek. "Holy shit, I'm so sorry." He looked at me for no more than a second before walking back out.

He just kissed me. I kissed him. Pedri. Fucking Pedri.

"Y/N you're on, get up." Jonatan called for me, I was cozy on the bench watching my team struggle against Wolfsburg in a tight Champions League group stage match.

I hopped out of my seat and walked over to him. "I need you to turn this around. It's looking sloppy out there." He pointed to the field, everyone was tired, and Wolfsburg would break the deadlock soon enough if no stepped up. "I need a goal. I need you to be the captain out there, ok?" I nodded.

It was going to be tough. A thousand things were running through my head. Pedri was one of them, and I knew he was in the crowd. Alex too. God why do I do this to myself.

As I walked over to the fourth official, I could hear the crowd begin to get louder. I knew I was popular amongst the Barca fans, but hearing how excited they were to see me come on, gave me a new type of confidence.

I ran onto the pitch after I was subbed on, and genuinely put my heart into it. I had a few shots, although none were good enough to get past the keeper.

I built up with Keira, and finally had a chance to bury the game. I struck the ball with my laces from a few meters outside the box. I watched it curl into the top right of the goal and the crowd erupted.

I ran to the corner post where I did a knee slide, and was followed closely behind my teammates. Everyone was cheering.

The whistle blew after an agonizingly long fifteen minutes and the stadium erupted once more. We had slid past into a comfortable 1-0 win and I was absolutely buzzing. Jonatan pulled me in for a hug, and soon enough I was being thrown in the air by my teammates.

We did a lap of the field, taking photos and thanking the fans for supporting us. I had given my jersey to a young fan, in exchange for a bag of Haribos which were delicious.

When we had reached the bench and tunnel, I made direct eye contact with Pedri. It wasn't short either. He was still in the stands, in a full Barca tracksuit, looking down at me. And then he smiled.

I smiled back at him before I almost got practically tackled. Alex lifted me off the ground, and spun my around. "You did so well." He placed me back on the ground and leaned in for a kiss, I pulled back. "Oh, thanks Alex." I looked back into the crowd to where Pedri was standing, but I couldn't see him anymore.

"Please let me take you out tonight. I have us booked in for a beautiful Italian restaurant." I physically cringed. I don't know why I have such conflicting feeling towards Alex.

"Sorry Alex, but I've got recovery and stuff. I'd love to go another day." Lieeeeee. He looked down to the ground. "Yeah uh you're all good. Well done today." He smiled cowardly and grazed my arm before walking away.

"Rejected lover boy once again?" Salma came up to me, linking her arm through mine. I hadn't yet told her about Pedri. At first I didn't even see why I should, but I really needed to tell somebody.

"I feel like I'm leading him on, but I seriously do not wanna be his girlfriend or whatever he thinks we are." We walked into the tunnel and I was pulled into an interview.

"Y/N, that was a spectacular performance. However, many fans are confused as to why you weren't in the starting line up. Can you give us some insight into that?"

"Yeah well I wasn't training to me best standards in all honesty." The journalist nodded, signalling for me to continue. "Here at Barca everyone's replaceable. If you're not performing, someone else takes your place. It's the nature of this club. It's one of the reasons why I love it so much."

"How'd it feel to get a goal? It was a real tight game there, and you seemed to loosen it all up.

"I never take scoring for granted. It's a feeling I chase. As much as I love dribbling or assisting, or even tackling, nothing brings me as much joy as scoring does."

The interview continued for another couple of minutes before I made my way to a presumably empty changeroom.

Walking in, it was exactly what I guessed. I had a shower and changed into comfy clothes. Salma was driving us home, so she was probably waiting for me somewhere. I opened the door to leave the changeroom when I was met with a group. The group being Gavi, Pedri, and Salma.

Immediately, I made eye contact with Pedri who looked away. "Come on sissy, let's get home." We began walking in twos, Salma and I, Pedri and Gavi.

"You two were on fire today. There's surely a Ballon D'or coming your way Y/N." Gavi patted my back from behind, to which I turned around and smiled. "Thanks Pablo." Salma directed most of the conversation, Pedri barely spoke. Something was up with him.

"Pepi and I were so pissed when we couldn't see you on the starting lineup." Gavi said, making Pedri blush. "He started freaking out, thought you were injured and everything." I smiled to myself. It was cute I couldn't even lie.

"That's not true." His cheeks turned a darker shade of pink. He was embarrassed and it was adorable.

"Salma I need to tell you something." She jumped over the couch and sat next to me. "Spill." She then handed me a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries.

"Ok. So I may have kissed Pedri. No he kissed me. But I kissed him back." Her jaw dropped, and jumped straight up, dancing around me. "I called it! I fucking knew it!" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah well you can calm it down because I think he hates me again." She sat down immediately. "Well you know how Alex came down?" She nodded. "Well I guess Pedri must've seen because he's been giving me the cold shoulder. He didn't even speak to me while we were all walking."

"So do you want me to set you two up?" I smacked her. "Don't you fucking dare."

omg guys sorry this took so long. lmk if you wanna be tagged in the next part and send me reqs!!

PART THREE HEREEEE

[oceanofsinners]

“They love me, they love me not.”

Yan!Pervy cupid x gn innocent succubi/incubi reader ♥︎

[mdni, or do, i don't care enough to block y'all tbh. NSFW, first time in a while writing it so apologies ack. tw/cw: mentions of violence, blood, religious stuff kinda. lmk if i have to add smth else too! also?? sorry for disappearing i got stuck in the hospital, ouchies!! also holy fuck this is 2.k words ive never wrote that much...]

Nova wasn't...normal. Well, to be fair, it wasn't their fault he was created this way. It was Father’s fault.

 

Being born a Cupid, but being unable to feel most emotions, or even love. How ridiculous. Pathetic, even. Compared to their brothers and sisters, he was useless.

 

They grew up alone and isolated, no one wanted a Cherub whose expression was always bored. No one wanted a Cherub who never wanted to play with the others or found joy in small things. 

 

He grew up in one of the few orphanages in Paradise, some human souls for foster parents who weren't able to have kids themselves, happy to have any.

 

Angels were meant to be cheerful and optimistic, they were neither. Many thought he'd grow up to be a Guardian Angel or an Archangel. 

 

Never a Cupid. Especially a Love Cupid. Maybe a Heartbreak Cupid, even Erotic Love Cupid, but Love? They didn't even truly understand what the word meant. Or so everyone thought. 

 

Angels were meant to be non-judgemental. Meant to be “kind” and believe in everyone. Angel’s are not. Angels are just as judgemental, perhaps even more than humans. 

 

The other Cupids always watched him in disdain when they were training, he always dragged their class down, being worse at it than most of the others.

 

But then, in high school, something changed. See, Angels and Demons typically don't like each other. 

 

Angels hate Demons for falling, and Demons hate the lies Angels say. But in the end, they are one and the same. 

 

Only one’s halo is broken, the other’s is perfectly fine. No, not halo, horns. If there was one thing special about Nova, it was their “halo“, or horns. 

 

They were a beautiful baby pink color that matched the pearly white hair that reached his shoulders, with pretty gold and bright pink streaks, that made their purple eyes pop. 

 

Even though Nova couldn't feel anything, he was beautiful. Freckles were made in the forms of constellations scattered over brown skin, and white eyelashes that looked like snowflakes. 

 

They were beautiful. Ethereal. An Angel, through and through. He never imagined they'd fall willingly, even hating the thought. 

 

But, maybe for one person, he would. That person is YOU. 

 

The Demons and Angels made an agreement, there was an academy built, for both Angels and Demons of all ranks and backgrounds, a sort of truce.

 

Nova was one of the angels chosen, amongst many others. They didn't care about it, just wanting it to be done already. To get the embarrassment over. 

 

Days turned into weeks of staying in the shadows, going to boring classes, eating lunch in empty classrooms, studying all night, and repeat. 

 

It was boring, but it's not like Nova had anything he could do about it. Another day of stupid school, of stupid wars between haughty Angels and Demons who liked fighting. 

 

Except this time, Nova got caught in the crossfire. Cuts covered their skin, golden blood leaking down and ruining his beautiful clothes.

 

One of the Demons had them pushed up against a wall, claws to his throat, and they stood there blank gaze. Nova raised a brow as the Demon got pushed, and went to walk away. 

 

Then YOU came. You seemed confused at the fight, trying to make peace despite it being fruitless. You paused at the sight of him, before gasping and quickly running over. 

 

“Ah, you're bleeding! Gosh, I told these dummies to stop fighting, they just don't listen!” You frowned, trying to appear upset but you just looked like a kicked puppy with a pout. 

 

You pulled them off to the side, reaching inside a black messenger back absolutely covered in cutesy stickers and pins from different bands. 

 

Nova took the time to look at you, really look at you. It was strange. Why was his heart beating so fast? Wings fluffing up? You were beautiful. One of the prettiest Demons they’d ever seen. 

 

That's what clued him into what you were, an Incubus or Succubus. Really, there was no difference between the two except for their behavior. Incubus tended to be more assertive, and Succubus more passive. 

 

Before Nova could think about anything else, you pulled a first aid kit out, opened it up, and pulled a pack of bandaids out. 

 

You started disinfecting their wounds, before putting those cute, colored bandaids on each wound.

 

Nova looks silly like this, mostly black, Gothic ensemble, even with his pastel eyes and horns, they still looked less like an Angel and more like a Demon. 

 

And there you were, broken halo turned into a pair of horns, dressed in cutesy clothes, putting brightly colored bandaids on the mean-looking Cupid. 

 

With every fleeting touch, Nova felt embers light under his skin, his cheeks warming even further. ‘...What...What is this feeling? I don't...’

 

Before Nova even realized it, they were leaning even further into your cold, almost dead touch. You paused, before giggling and roping your arms around his shoulders. 

 

“Wow! You're super friendly, I like you, your hair too, it's super duper long! What's your name?” You asked, playing with his long hair, curling it around your fingers.

 

“Casanova. But people call me Nova, usually. What's yours?” Nova looked up at you, a lovesick hazy look in his purple eyes, heart pupils. How amusing. A Cupid falling for an Incubi/Succubi. What are the odds? 

 

“Oh! Right! It's—” Before you can finish, a teacher begins herding everyone to their classes. Nova’s pissed —‘How...Why do I feel so angry?’— but goes along with it, delighted to see you wave with a sheepish grin, fangs showing. 

 

Nova doesn't know your name. But he doesn't need to. You're his angel in their mind, the one and only made for him. 

 

Very quickly you become a prominent part of his life, their parents even allowing you to stay at their house while the program goes on, happy to see their child so happy for once. 

 

With so many emotions suddenly hitting him all at once, it's no shock they fall harder than he should, becoming obsessed fast and hard. 

Nova begins realizing things they'd never realized before. The curves of your body. Those soft eyes he wants to see sobbing from pleasure. Those lips open, gasping their name—

 

But it ends far too soon. The program is forced to close, and you're gone just as fast as you came. Nova hates how empty he feels when you're gone, wondering how he ever lived without you.

 

He feels cold inside, a part of him disappearing with you. Something they can NEVER get back. He tries to be normal, smiling when he should, crying when he should, just be normal. 

 

It's easy for a while. To pretend. No, BE normal. Far too soon, or maybe far too late, he graduates high school. Then college. 

 

Years fly by, “friends” come and go, lovers he didn't give a shit about disappear after they get bored, and more and more blood then just his is on their hands. 

 

But you weren't always gone. You'd sneak out of hell and sneak onto paradise sometimes, and hang out with them. But it wasn't enough. He wanted all of your time and attention on him. Just once, they want someone to be there as a constant. 

 

Eventually he lands a job at Soulmates Corp. A Cupid work place, and he starts working. It's actually pretty simple and interesting. Sure, they don't use bow and arrows — usually. But being able to look through humans lives, to choose who they fall for. It's interesting. 

 

And then, one night, you innocently invite him to a club in hell. They instantly agree, after all, it's YOU. His angel, their savior, his LIFE LINE. Their EVERYTHING. 

 

Funnily enough, over the years the two swapped clothing styles. Nova wore more cutesy, sweet, pastel color clothes, and you wore darker, more “sexy” clothes. 

 

Nova arrived at the club, absentmindedly toying with the pockets of his pastel blue cardigan. Tonight would be the last night of your freedom - independance, after all! 

 

Nova walks in, you on his side, some of your friends accompanying the two of you. He could care less about these bastards, and soon makes sure to seperate you from your “friends”.

 

He watches you with loving eyes the entire night, making sure you get drunk so bad you can't stand. It's easy, you're too trusting. Too innocent for this world. 

 

He'll save you, just like you saved them! Eventually they take you to their place. At first it's tame. Friendly. 

 

“N—Novaaahhhh...C’mere, I hic! wanna see yer pretty faceeee...” Your voice is whiny, the alcohol really hitting you hard. Nova coos, walking over. 

 

They yelp, quite loudly, as you drag them onto the bed, curling into his side. It's innocent. His thoughts should be too. 

 

But all they can think about is your chest pressed against their arms, how easy it would be to just slip your shirt to the side, and touch. Feel.

 

He shakes his head, even if you're both drunk, he can't take advantage of you like that. They refuse to taint you, and that pretty little head of yours. 

 

Stuck in their own thoughts, Nova doesn't even realize you straddle him until it's too late. Your eyes are hazy with lust and alcohol, and he can't help but gulp nervously. 

 

“Angel, really, you...you need to sleep.” Nova tries to reason with you, but reasoning with a horny, drunk Demon, much less an Incubi or Succubi is like arguing with a wall. 

 

You whine, lips lazily smashing against his. Nova can't help but melt into it, and they hate how hard they are from just a touch, a single kiss. 

 

This is wrong. Both of you know this. Yet neither of you can stop it. One kiss turns into two, into three. 

 

“An-Angel!” Nova gasps out as you nip at his collarbone, their neck already covered in love bites and pretty blue and purple bruises. 

 

“Mmph..Wan’ more...Need more, Nova...” You growled out, one hand playing with his chest the other curled in their hair. 

 

More marks. More bites. So many. He looked so pretty like this, a crying mess under their ‘innocent’ friend. 

 

Still, he held enough restraint to stop you, not wanting to ruin your first times together. But, due to your insistence, they do give you some pleasure~

 

Nova sits on his knees, you splayed out on their silk sheets, your slick dripping onto the bed as you whined. Hips jerking up to meet his tongue, hands curled around their halo. 

 

Nova’s tongue swirls against your sex, whining from the taste of your juices against his tongue. It was better then he imagined all those nights, hand playing with their cock, desperate for some relief. 

 

With every swipe and sucking of his mouth, you get closer and closer to that sweet relief you desperately need. With one last gasp, your eyes roll back and hips buck against Nova’s mouth. 

 

Nova laps up every bit of your sweet essence, fucking you through your orgasm. He's gentle after you finish, murmuring praises into your ears as they carry you to their bathroom. 

 

During the bath you end up falling asleep, Nova carries you to bed and the two fall asleep, intangled in each other. 

 

It's morning. Your eyes flutter open, yawning softly as you groaned. Fuck, that's a horrible headache. You glance around, pausing as you feel a weight beside you. What the...

 

Your eyes glide to the person laying beside you, and you pause, your cheeks warming. Nova. You're in Nova’s bed. 

 

Nova, the Cupid boy you met as a kid. Nova, the Cupid you fell for, hard. Nova, the Cupid who always seemed so clueless and innocent. 

 

And they truly look like an Angel right now. The sun shines against against his white hair and skin beautifully, wings folded behind them. 

 

Your face feels even warmer as embarrassment fills you as you see bite marks all over their neck. Bite’s are how Demon’s mark their claim, usually on their mates. Angel’s too. 

 

He let you bite them. And yet, you can't find yourself to be mad over it. Nova’s eyes flutter open, glancing up at you. A soft smile appears on their face, as they lean up and kiss you. 

 

The Angel traps you in his wings and you giggle, curling into them. He's yours, and your his even if you don't know yet. 

 

You took their heart a long time ago. It's time he takes yours too. ♥︎

[ynbabe]

Fake texts au- pt.13 bffs with the rookies+ Home alone in Monaco

Guys, who do you think the main pair should be? Cause we still have one contender yet to be revealed 😈

| Masterlist |

Arthurs P.O.V-

He walked out the door to grab your bags from the trunk of his car, when he heard the door open behind him, he thought it was Y/n so he turned around to tease the girl, "Miss me already- Oh Lorenzo!" He was surprised by the presence of his oldest brother.

His older brother looked at him weirdly but then walked up to the trunk where he was, leaning on it, "Arthur, nous devons parler," (Arthur, we need to talk,) He said, making me confused, talk about what?

He shifted again, seemingly uncomfortable, "Écoute, maman m'a demandé de te parler-" (Listen, mom asked me to talk to you-), I interrupted him too tired to have a proper conversation, I just wanted to get in the house and have dinner and talk with Y/n.

"de quoi, enzo," (what, enzo,)

"à propos de ton ami," (about your friend,)

"What about y/n?" I was even more confused now, enzo never spoke to me about Ollie, it was only that one embarrassing talk with Maman.

"Are you sure she's just a friend?" He asked making me groan, why this AGAIN. It's not like the media will leave us alone and now Maman and Lorenzo too?

"Yes, she's just a friend, Lorenzo, we're all just friends, this like Maman and Ollie all over again," I complained and cringed as Enzo raised his brow, he was definitely going to gossip with Maman about this.

"Are you sure? and are you sure you can trust her?" what the hell?

"Enzo of course, what the fuck!" Why would he even ask me that? She's been there for me through thick and thin, even when I couldn't talk to Enzo or Charlie or Maman, I could talk to her and she'd find a way to make it better.

"Arthur, not everyone has the best intentions, it's happened to Charlie many times-" How could he?!

"WELL I'M NOT CHARLIE," I couldn't stop my voice from rising, why would my brother even say something like that? My accent thickened, even if I had been media-trained, it crept up sometimes, too thick to understand when I was angry or sad, or even excited. Right now, I was definitely angry.

"J'essaie juste de prendre soin de toi," ( I'm just trying to take care of you,) he kept explaining but I was done.

"Well don't, je ne suis pas un enfant," (I'm not a child,) with that, he turned around and opened the trunk making him move away from it.

Just as I had yelled out at Lorenzo, Charles walked out of the house, he looked between the both of us confused and then walked forward in realisation, helping me take out Y/n's bags he shut the trunk and jumped up to sit on it.

Great, another lecture.

"Arthur, don't roll your eyes they'll get stuck that way," he chided, as he looked at the door, shifting a little and giving Lorenzo some space to lean on the car, they'd always been closer.

"I think Maman and Alex are interrogating Y/n right now," He chuckled, but it just made me angrier, "Like how she'd made you sit through that whole lecture with Alex, huh?" he nudged Enzo's shoulder with his elbow.

"What? why?" I asked, trying not to yell at them.

"Well, because Maman was worried Alex was-" He started,

"Non, Why is Y/n getting the lecture? We aren't even dating?" I asked still not getting why everyone was so upset over me inviting my friend. I had invited many others before.

"Arthur, that's what I was trying to explain-" Enzo began but I was still mad at him,

"You keep quiet, I'm still mad at you," He stopped explaining but grumbled about something which I didn't pay attention to.

"Okay," Charles whistled, "I think we can go inside now, boys," he jumped off the trunk, passing the backpack to me, grabbing the duffle himself and leaving the heaviest bag to Enzo.

Enzo, of course, complained about being too old for this but walked off anyways, but Charles held back, slinging the duffle over his shoulder, "You know, Princie," He'd begun using the nickname to tease me after Y/n but it had stuck, "It's the way you look at her,"

"Charlie, what-"

"And the way you talk about her, did you think Maman and Enzo missed that? You were practically jumping all week to meet her." He continued making my face feel warm. It wasn't true... of course not, he behaves the same for Oscar and Logan too, yeah, definitely.

.xX*Xx.

After dinner and the small fight, both of us were too tired to stay awake and talk as we had planned, Y/n had already thrown herself on the far side of the bed, covering herself in the blanket, and I followed.

The words slipped out of my mouth before I could realise what I was saying, "Bonne nuit, chérie." Fuck.

Y/N'S P.O.V-

I woke up without being able to breathe, I opened my eyes to see Arthur lying half on me, his arm around my waist, now I knew why Logan refused to pair up with him.

"Arthur," I whispered, poking his hand, "Arthur!" I whisper-yelled, trying to shove his arm off, my oxygen depleting fast, it was now a moment of survival, "ARTHUR!" I screamed out, making him fall off the bed in surprise, finally letting me breathe.

"QUOI! ES-TU EN SÉCURITÉ?" ( WHAT! ARE YOU SAFE?), He yelled in French, reminding me just how much I didn't know the language, "Y/n?" He seemed more awake, "WHAT THE HELL! WHAT DID YOU PUSH ME?" He yelled at me.

"PUSH YOU? YOU WERE ON TOP OF ME, I COULDN'T BREATH!" I yelled back.

His face turned red, "Oh, um, sorry, oh merde-" he cursed looking at the clock on his wall, "We're so late, Maman's going to kill me!" He got off the floor quickly, running around the room to get a new change of clothes?

"Wait, what do you mean we're late?" I asked, still dazed with sleep.

"We were supposed to go out today, we were supposed to leave by 7!" It was ten now.

Shit, that made me jump out of bed, I could not be making a worse impression on Arthur's Mom and brother, especially after last night.

"Shit, shit, shit," I panicked as I opened my bags to find clothes that fit the vibe. Unfortunately, Australia was a whole different story than Monaco.

"Where's, the bathroom?" I asked.

"What?"

"Well, I can't shower here now, can I?" I responded sarcastically making him blush.

"Uh, yeah, through here," He pointed to a door in the room and I ran in, trying not to waste any time.

I got out soon, and he ran in, both too scared to anger his mother and brother.

As soon as he walked out, hair wet and shirt clinging to his body, I rushed him out of the room, "Mate, your mum's gonna think I was seducing you or some shit," I yelled as I jumped down the staircase.

I tried to pull the door open but it didn't budge, "Arthur!" I yelled out, still pulling on the door, "It's locked." I gave up, walking away.

"What? Non non non," He looked panicked, going to the side door in the kitchen and the back door, he checked all the windows on the ground floor but they were shut too.

"They forgot us," his accent thickened, "Oh my god," he rubbed his palms across his face.

"Wait, look at it this way, now we can pull this over them every time," I laughed, making him laugh as well.

"Mate, I so want to go back to bed," I grumbled, feeling sleepy already.

"Honestly, Y/n," he scoffed, walking to the kitchen as I lay on the sofa, he came back with a large bowl of cereal, passing a spoon to me and digging in with another one himself.

"Mate, is this a salad bowl?" I asked,

"Fuck if I know," he shrugged.

We finished the cereal, looking around restlessly on what to do next, "Maybe we can call one of your brothers?" I asked, turning my head to him.

"Can't find my phone, you?" He whispered back,

"Phones out of charge," I said, making him giggle, "What?" I laughed back.

"Your phone is always out of charge," He said moving his hands around,

"It's so not!" I yelled back, suddenly energized, all sleep fading away.

"Do you want to go one twitch?" He asked jumping up from the sofa, "We can go live from Charlie's account!" He suggested and ran up the stairs to Charles's room, where he had his PC set up for the holidays.

"Don't you have your own account?" I yelled after him, following him up the stairs.

"I forgot the login," he said nonchalantly.

"And you remember, Charles'?"

"Yes"

I pulled up the dresser table chair up to the PC as he logged into his brother's account and went live, immediately pulling in thousands of viewers, all spamming the chat with various degrees of CHARLES?!?! or Arthur?!? with a few people asking about me.

"Hello, Chat! It's our Twitch era," I spoke out, making Arthur laugh, which made me laugh, we had been very giggly the whole day, it was probably the sugar from the cereal.

"Yes, my brothers forgot us at home so now we are causing chaos online!" He spoke to the audience, there had been at least eighty thousand people watching.

"Okay, so first-" I called out scrolling through my apps to open Tumblr, "We're gonna go through the f1 tags on Tumblr," I smiled into the camera as the chat went haywire, some yelling 'no' in all caps, the others happy at the decision.

Arthur on the other hand was blissfully unaware, "What's Tumblr?"

I made my best evil smile to the camera and passed the phone to him, making him scream at the number of shirtless pics, edits and fanfics.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

.xX With Charles and Lorenzo Xx.

The brothers walked along the shops, Lorenzo holding the bags that Charles and Alex had already shopped for, "Charlie, je n'en peux plus de sacs, ça suffit déjà !" (Charlie, I can't take any more bags, that's enough already!) he whined as Charles passed more bags to him.

He had shopped in two stores, Alex in five, but Charles? He had stopped by every single store, pulling Alex and Lorenzo in and sometimes even forgetting them to run in the store by himself and come out holding at least three bags.

"Demandez juste à Arthur et Y/n de le tenir," (Just ask Arthur and Y/n to hold them,) He yelled out as he walked into another shop, for glasses this time... as if he didn't have enough from his sponsors already.

He called out to Arthur, and then to Y/n when he got no answer, and then he began panicking, "ARTHUR? ARTHUR, THIS IS NOT FUNNY!" He yelled out, standing on his toes to seek out the blonde and his friend.

Alex heard him and ran out to him, Charles following suit, wearing a brand new pair of sunglasses, "Enzo, what happened?" He asked.

"I cannot find Arthur and y/n," He looked around, with wide eyes, calling out for them, "If maman finds out w lost Arthur, we. are, dead!" He hissed at Charles.

"He's not lost," Charles tried to comfort his brother, "They're probably just shopping."

"Okay, okay," He dragged his hand through his hair, "I'll call Arthur, You call Y/n," He instructed, keeping all the bags down.

"She isn't picking up," Charles declared after a few calls.

"Neither is he," Lorenzo added, they spent the rest of the day looking for their youngest sibling and his friend, Stopping only once to grab a quick bite.

"Maman is going to kill me, Charlie!" He exclaimed it was three pm now. Their mother would be home in another three hours.

"He will be fine, Enzo, they aren't children anymore," Charles shrugged, sipping on a smoothie, texting Max on his phone as his brother continued to panic, Alex had given up long ago and was now simply taking in the Leclerc family chaos, "But yes, Maman will kill you for getting her favourite kidnapped," he continued to tease.

"THEY'RE NOT KIDNAPPED," Lorenzo yelled at Charles, turning red, "I'm too old for this," he whispered as he shoved the bags he was still holding to Charles, "Hold your own bags,"

"Enzo please," Charles cried out but stopped as Lando texted him, "What the hell?" He said out loud making the other two crowd around him.

"THEY'RE AT HOME! WE FORGOT THEM AT HOME!" He cried out and ran to their car, Lorenzo got into the driver's seat as Alex and Charles shoved their bags in the trunk and jumped into the back seat together.

"Lando just texted me, They've been live on since morning!" He yelled, getting angry, "Why on my account?" He whined making Alex slap his shoulder.

"That's what you care about?" She teased him, "You are such a middle child, Charles," She laughed and sat back.

They reached the house in record time, almost impossibly fast.

Lorenzo parked and ran to open the door quickly, Charles right behind him, ran in and up to his room, "WE WERE SO WORRIED"

"PUTAIN," Lorenzo yelled at Charles and threw a pillow at him, "You were drinking a smoothie and I was going mad looking for them!" He shrieked, and Charles fought back.

"Okay, Chat, I think Arthur is going to get his ass beat now, so byeeeee," Y/n yelled over the noise.

"NO I AM NOT-" Arthur began but was cut off by a pillow being thrown at him, cutting off the stream.

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f1fame NEW WAG ALERT!! Arthur Leclerc and Y/n L/n were streaming on Twitch through Charles Leclerc's account. According to the stream, she had spent the week prior with Logan and Oscar in Australia. Who could she be dating?

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username She could be just friends, ever heard of that?

username ong like leave a bitch alone 😭

username They are the cooler Twitch quartet for real your honour

username still find it kinda weird she just hangs around them the whole time doesn't she know anyone else?? username girl shut up 🙄

I wish I could stream on Twitch 😭 or even youtube idk what to do tho

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Sun's wedding [1]

Warning: very cringe. Summary: Sun gets marry. And his husband is MIKU. I kinda low on motivation right now so i only finish the part 1.

It was a normal day like any other.

“...--and that's why Luigi won without doing anything, Moon.”

Seven hours… Seven fucking hours. Moon couldn't remember what the heck he did wrong by opening his mouth, but he must have done it in a moment of inattention, because right now, he has to suffer the consequences of listening to his brother's voice squawking for seven hours about the lore of Mario and Luigi.

Why did he need to know why Luigi's beard was smoother than Mario's? Or what Luigi's pet ghost dog liked to eat? Moon didn't understand and didn't want to.

At least it was one hour less than the day before. Moon silently consoled himself, before closing his eyes and lying tragically flat on the table.

He was dead. Tortured and brutally murdered by his own brother. He couldn't even think about the new science project he was going to do, something he had been thinking about for over 7 billion years but couldn’t do because there was so much crap going on here, all because Sun would shake him awake whenever he fell into a state of being in a trance.

"Oh don't be so dramatic, Moon! It wasn't that bad!!"

Sun waved his hand, his brother's shadow hanging over Moon's head. The yellow animatronic pendulum on his hand shook and swayed with the red ribbon in front of Moon's eyes, making him itch to raise his hand and smack the pendulum.

“Uh!”

"You're being childish right now, Moon!"

He could feel Sun's irritation from The force, but he chose to ignore it. Moon turned his back to Sun, trying to make some pathetic whines to prove to Sun how his brother had ruined his spirit and his entire relaxing afternoon with Sun's crazy fan obsession speech about Luigi and Princess Peach.

“Come on, Moon, wake up. You can’t just lie on the table like that. What if someone, or the kids see you?”

“I don’t care, Sun!! 7 hours!!! You scream that crap on my face for 7 hours” Moon shouted, his face already covered, but he still peeked at Sun.

Sun’s face was stuck in pure confusion and annoyance, and their hands tried to pull him up but failed.

Their voices were as high as the sound of a boiling kettle, ringing an octave in Moon’s ears.

“Look, I’ll pick you up if you keep being so damn stubborn, Moon!!”

Moon could feel his will shake. Sun was definitely serious, and he had every inch of confidence in his body that Sun was capable of picking him up and throwing him wherever they wanted.

Being picked up by Sun was so humiliating, more than the time he turned into furry.

But whether he should trade his last dignity to fight against tyranny, that was the question.

(The door opens.)

“Oh, did I just interrupts you guys?”

A clear feminine voice snapped Moon’s train of thought like a fiddle stick. He craned his neck, Earth’s long, flowing hair swaying in the wind. His sister was wearing a pink outfit today, a rare thing for her to do while she was at work.

“Hey Earth.”

“Hello.” Moon’s voice cracked after Sun.

“So… What are you guys doing?” Earth’s curious question was answered by her irritated older brother.

“Well, you see. We’re getting ready to open the daycare, but someone refuses to leave this table for a moment!!!”

“I bought it, I have the right to lie on it. And it’s your fault for making me listen to your nonsense about your idol for 7 hours.”

“MOON!!” Moon’s lips curled up as Earth chuckled. Even Sun, who looked like she was about to explode, stopped themselves and looked at him with a reluctant sigh. “Okay, whatever. Just make sure you get down before the kids come in.”

“Got it, Mom.” Moon yawned, waving his hand, ignoring Sun’s confused stutter, and Earth’s harder laugh.

“Don’t ever say that again.”

“No guarantee.” Moon stuck out his tongue. He turned to face Earth. “So, what are you doing here?”

At the mention of her name, Earth turned around. She pulled a rather large gift basket from behind her back that included a scarf and a cat nail care set.

“Oh, I came to congratulate Sun on his upcoming wedding. This was both mine and Lunar’s choice.”

“Hehe… Thanks, Earth. It’s a nice color.” Sun held up the scarf, which was the same shade of yellow as his, smiling.

There was only one person who was left out of this conversation, and unfortunately it was Moon.

“Wait.” Moon scrambled to his feet. “What wedding?”

“Huh? I thought I already told you?” Sun frowned. “You’re the best man, remember?”

Moon’s face was still blank.

“This Friday? That means today?”

There was not a trace of thought behind Moon’s eyes.

Sun sighed and pressed his forehead.

“My wedding with Miku?”

One second…

Two seconds…

Three seconds…

“WHAT!!!?”

Moon screamed. The blue animatronic almost fell over. No, he did, his face kissed the ground painfully. His three views were shattered, and his whole world changed. Sun and Miku? Was his brother crazy? Were they brainwashed? Someone secretly replaced Sun with a clone? A mimic? Is it Frank?

He staggered to his feet and shook Sun violently.

“SUN!!! Are you joking or are you serious!!?”

“Moon, you’re being silly, Miku isn’t that bad.” Sun cleared their throat, his psychopathic older brother's face contorted in confusion.

"YOU HATE MIKU!" Moon stammered. "YOU SAID THE DAY MIKU DIES, YOU WOULD HAVE A HULA HULA DANCING PARTY ON HER GRAVE."

"I have no idea and don't know what you're talking about." Sun replied with a straight face and a mechanical tone as if they were reading a line from somewhere.

"Besides," Sun sighed. "--you know that if I don't marry Miku, we'll be scrapped, soon."

"What?!! Why?" Moon waved his hand frantically. He didn't understand what the hell was going on.

"Because of me." And so, the demon born from hell stepped in. Moon turned his head in surprise. He growled the name burning in his mouth.

“MIKU--”

Hair as green as an onion, a face that would look much better if she kept her mouth shut and never bothered his brother ​​again. Miku wore a leopard-skin dress, a mink scarf hanging over her shoulders. She looked like Cruella from One Hundred Dalmatians with her disgustingly sly smile and the lollipop pretending to be a pipe in her hand.

“Hello, bitches.” That annoying voice rang out, causing Moon’s fist to twitch.

“What do you mean? Why would Sun marry you?!!”

Without answering Moon immediately, Miku snapped her fingers. Freddy in a suit appeared from nowhere, respectfully handing Miku a piece of paper placed in a zippered suitcase.

“Sun and Moon, based on current laws and some other laws and transactions, will be fully owned by the newest shareholder of Freddy Fazbear, Miku.”

Moon’s head was buzzing. That meant… that meant…

“YOU’RE MOTHER FUCK*R PIECE OF SCRAPS!!! HOW DARE YOU SELL US, FREDDY?” Moon yelled, not sure if he was going to strangle Freddy or Solar.

“Haha…” That damn yellow bear stuttered nervously. “Technically it’s not my decision. I’m just the faceman. Please don't kill me.”

“Fan does what Fan wants, my dear brother-in-law.”

“Get my name off your mouth. I’m not your brother-in-law.” Moon gritted his teeth. But he was completely ignored by Miku, as she walked towards Sun with a lecherous expression. “So, honey, babygirl~~ my dovey cutie~~~ my OWO~~~ How are you preparing for our wedding? I want you to wear something sexy~~ maybe black under that dress~~”

“Hah—” Sun’s forced laughter. There was a ‘save me’ message flashing behind Sun’s back.

Moon about to throw hand until—

“Moon, it’s fine.” Sun pulled his hand back. Their faces looked worried about what was going to happen next. “Miku… is actually a pretty good… person.” Sun said each word as if he had poison in his mouth.

“That’s right, honey, and… I’m very rich~~~ A rich girl who owns you, my alpha skibidi beta man. After marrying me, all you have to do is stay home and take care of the kids.” Miku laughed gleefully.

“There’s a lot of things wrong with that sentence, and maybe you are too dumb to understand but We’re the animatronics, we don’t have that function! WE DON'T FUCK!!” Moon took a deep breath, trying to speak some sense into Miku's empty brain.

Hoh boy... He is smiling. He is so angry it makes him laugh. 

"Moon." For the first time, Miku took off her sunglasses, her face serious. "Are you a Misogyny?"

"What do you mean!!! You are MIKU!! I don't even like you as a person, let alone a woman!!!" Moon shouted angrily, he felt a large amount of his brain cells disappear just by continuing to communicate like this.

"Moon, I think you're going too far." Earth interjected, her expression showing disapproval. It made Moon's anger flare up even more. Some shrimp head wanted to marry his brother and she simply was that nonchalant??

"Well then, goodbye to you two. I'll take my bride to the wedding that was planned for before. Come on, my sugar baby. Daddy will take care of you~~"

Miku grabbed Sun's waist and forced them to leave, before leaving she gave Moon the middle finger.

The door slammed shut in front of him, leaving Moon stunned. It wasn't until Earth's voice rang out that his soul returned from hell to reality.

“Well… your reaction… that must be something…”

“YOU REALLY THINK THAT!!?”

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

When Team RWBY found Jaune in the ever after he was nothing more than a mindless beast roaming the fairytale. So they did what any good friends would do and trained him into their obedient pet. Now all they had to do was say the word and he would do whatever they wanted. From eating them out for hours to getting them drinks. All they needed to complete the look was a collar and leash.

Team Rwby stared in awe at the figure, lumbering around the burning marketplace. A rusty and damaged great sword dragged behind it as it lumbered around aimlessly(Think Artorias from dark souls). Trudging a bit closer, they saw what appeared to be a set of white armor, now rusty as it's weapon

"Its the Rusted Knight!" exclaimed Blake, concerned covering her face, "But....what happened to him?"

As they closed in, the rusty knight whipped his head in their direction, seemingly sensing their presence. The group gasped collectively at the revelation of the rusty knight's identity.

"Jaune...." Ruby gasped, a hand covered her mouthing her mouth in shock.

Hearing her voice, he let out a nearly inhuman screech and got into a battle-ready stance. The girls mimicked his acts, saddened that they must fight their old friend.

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"AH, Right there" Weiss howled, rolling her hips as she rode Jaune.

Ruby stared at the two with slight guilt and sorrow. After defeating the animalistic Jaune, they tried their best to get him to remember who he once was, however, it was all in vain. they asked the curious cat for help, but he said there was nothing he could do. Though Ruby suspected there was more to this story by how he acted and looked at jaune.

"Gods, I dreamt about this for so long!" Blake moaned, her own hips grinding against his face, his blonde beard slick with her juices. Next to her girlfriend, Yang, knelt grinding her own slick pussy against one of his hands.

In the end, all they could do was train him as they did Zwei, her pet corgi. It proved to be somewhat effective, he would listen to their commands, didn't attack unless they gave the order, and retrieved food and drinks for them from time to time. He even lead them to a village of paper stars where they currently live.

"He's cumming! Oh gods, cumming inside me puppy~" Weiss cried, her own climax rapidly approaching.

"Hey Rubes, You wanna get in on this?" Yand called out, practically shoving Weiss of his cock so she could ride it.

Ruby turned her back to her in response. At some point, she couldn't tell when due to time working differently here, her teammates began using Jaune to relieve sexual tension they accumulated over time. It started when she caught Weiss having Jaune eat her out. then she found Blake licking his cock like a lollipop. And finally she caught Yang, her own sister being fucked doggystyle while everyone else slept. Each time, she scolded them, demanding they swear never to take advantage of their friend. But the sight before her shown they clear forgotten their promise. All the whole she, abstained from joining them.

"Jeez, Rubes...Lighten up. we're stuck here for god knows how much longer, You might as well have some fun" Yang called out, refusing to cease her actions

"I'd rather not Violate our friend, thank you" she replied, ignoring the moist and burning from her loins.

"suite yourself, but your missing out on some prime dick"

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Later that night, Ruby laid outside with her legs spread wide. Between them was her blonde pet, thrusting deep inside her.

"That's right , Jaune." she panted "just like that"

In truth, Ruby was a bit of a hypocrite, having lost her purity the first night they reunited with Jaune. Since then she slept with him every night, feeling his warmth as he injected her with his seed. She often thought about letting impregnate her, but since he wasn't all there, it would be as perfect as she wanted.

"don't worry Jaune. I'll get you back to normal" she promised,

Though deep in her heart, she knew it would never happen.

[wexhappyxfew]

no hard feelings

(a/n): dougie deserves all the love and carrie achterberg was the perfect opportunity to test it out. had some ideas for these two a while back and finally pieced together their dynamic later in the war. there’s plenty of time to talk about their earlier dynamic but for now….enjoy these two and a look into their history together :) enjoy! ....oh and if you're a Sunshine Soldier fan (my first BoB fic), from ages ago, there's a treat for you stuffed in here!

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Pleasure seeing you ladies here."

Carrie glanced up from her rather in-depth conversation with Paulina and Bessie and found James Douglass, leaned up against the chair in front of them, across the table, a wide smile on his face, as he glanced at their faces and then settled on Carrie.

James Douglass - to which she had annoyingly started calling him Dougie, like the others - was never one to entertain nor hold onto something far longer than needed. However, when it came to her and, particularly, teasing her, he held onto that like a rope tied around his finger. He never let go.

"To what do I have the displeasure of seeing you," Carrie said looking up at him with a wry grin, to which he raised a brow at, "c'mon, let me have it. What is it? You need shoeshine for those things you call boots. You need me to go and kiss-up because you said something you shouldn't have. No wait - I got it. You managed to wake up late and missed breakfast, and need me to smooze you into getting coffee." The tables around them grew slightly quiet, a few heads turning; Paulina stuck to staring between the two, a bunch of scrambled eggs in her mouth, Bessie taking the opportunity to loudly sip on her coffee that was growing cold. Dougie sent her a look with his eyes and then looked at Paulina swiftly.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw said something about a fuse in Silver Bullets blowing," he offered, before dropping his voice, "right near the radio." Paulina's fork dropped and she launched up out the chair and darted away, calling over her shoulder through the loud lunch room, half-chewing, half-attempting to speak.

"I'll be back!" she called, wiping at her mouth, "James Douglass I'll have your head for this if you're joking around with that no-good head of yours!" Carrie watched her disappear and then watched Dougie look at Bessie, who sat rather unfazed and slightly tuned out of the conversation. Carrie momentarily shut her eyes when she knew what was coming.

"Kidd's looking for ya. Said he had a few things to talk to you about, from the good Colonel himself." Dougie offered and she stared at him and raised a brow, before ceremoniously wiping her mouth and standing.

"I'll be back." she muttered, eyeing Dougie, before sending Carrie a look, to which she rolled her eyes. Which left Carrie with Dougie.

Good God.

She turned her eyes to look at him and then leaned against the table, lacing her fingers, offering a rather sarcastic smile instead of sweet.

Listen, she got along with James Douglass, the whole base did, but sometimes he sweet-talked her because he enjoyed it. And he knew how much he could get to her, even if it was just teasing. Bessie always teased Carrie back that it was because he was taking a liking to her.

Carrie Achterberg was absolutely not one to take to gossip like that and had promptly squashed that. He had joked with her like this since training - it was James Douglass for Chrissake - he did it because half the time, there was enough sadness on this base to fill up an ocean.

"What do you want?" she said, pointedly acknowledging how rather relaxed he was, and how drained she appeared.

"Does it always have to be something I want? What about you? What do you want?"

"For you to leave me alone, so I can enjoy breakfast. Without the fucking peanut gallery."

"That hurts me, Bergie."

"Don't call me that."

"What? A lil nickname never hurt anybody. Bessie calls you that." She raised a brow in his direction and he shook his head.

"Look, just, can you…I don't know, just do me a favor?" Carrie stared at him and raised her brow further.

"What?"

"Can you dance with me tonight? At the flying club?" Carrie stared at him, before shaking her head.

"No." Dougie sighed.

"C'mon, why not?" Carrie looked at him sharply and sent him a scowl.

"If I'm gonna dance with someone, they're going to want to actually dance with me. Not just do it because of some other girl." Carrie said quickly and inhaled more egg, "I know you've been eyeing up Charlotte Tarvers, so." Dougie blew a raspberry and waved her off.

"Nah, nah, she's….I think she's got some guy in the Airborne, I'm not....nah." Dougie said waving it off, "Really, it's just….you and I, ya know? And, look, listen, favors is a bad word anyway…." Carrie looked at him, her cheeks dotting red a bit and she shook her head.

"You're just doing it to try and get another girl to come and be all fluffy in your face. Newsflash, Dougie, I'm not taking part. Ask Margie or…or Judy! Judy would love to."

"If Benny DeMarco were here he would smash my face in for even dare touching Margie and I'd rather not become one with Captain Rosenthal's dark side so, respectively….I'll take my chances." Dougie said and then looked at her. Carrie grumbled under her breath and shook her head.

"Fine." she said, "But. You have to promise to make it worthwhile, alright? Give me a twirl, hold me agonizingly tight, but not too tight, 'kay? I might even do my hair."

"Do your hair? Oh, Bergie, that's an honor right there. I'm honored, truly."

"Buzz off, shithead. Not for you. For me." Carrie said and then bit into a piece of toast, "I don't know….maybe it'll get someone's attention." Dougie's face turned serious for a moment as Carrie enjoyed her toast and he seemed to recalibrate.

"Uh….what do ya mean?"

"I don't know…..some of the guys, you never notice how cute some of them are until you see 'em, ya know? In their Class A's, looking all put together….especially after some of those last few missions." she said, "Maybe they'll see us dancing and ask to butt in. We'll see." Dougie watched her, looking more confused by the minute, bringing a spark of laughter to Carrie's lips.

"But…..you and I, we're dancing. Together. And going. Together." Dougie said with a chuckle before shaking his head, "You can't……"

"Are you jealous, Dougie?" Carrie whispered quietly with a grin, smacking his shoulder, "You're cute when you're mad." Dougie watched her as she continued eating, frozen in place, without any sort of words.

"Don't give me that look, that's exactly how you sounded to me," she said, and raised a brow, "so….you promise, it's just gonna be you and I. No other extras, huh?"

"Promise." Dougie said quickly, "Shake on it." Carrie eyed him, but then met his grasp and shook on it, before going back to her toast and enjoying savoring the taste.

"Who's the jealous one now?" Dougie whispered quietly to her from across the table, sending the blonde a smirk and a wink, who offered nothing but a glare, "C'mon, just saying. Sounds like you want me all to yourself." Carrie looked at him and then placed down the toast and met his gaze.

"I'm doing this for no one but myself. Not you." she said. Dougie rolled his eyes and then leaned across the table and dropped his voice, lowly.

"No other extras, huh?" he whispered, "Afraid someone's gonna steal me away?" Carrie slowly looked to his face, her eyes unmistakably drifting across his face for a moment before looking back at his eyes.

"Who says I'm afraid? You're the one inviting me." she whispered back quietly, watching that stupid smirk grow on his lips - a challenge. She seemed to have caught Dougie in a crossfire as he chuckled to himself and then leaned back in his chair and laid an arm over the empty seat next to him.

"If anything, you should be afraid someone's gonna steal me away. I've met plenty of those gentlemen to know they'd take any chance they could." Carrie said, her cheeks flaming at the way he watched her, making her collar hot and her cheeks red, "Why didn't you just ask Paulina? Or Bessie?" Dougie sent her a look and crossed his arms.

"There's a reason I'm asking you and not them, sweetheart." he said and she felt her face dip darker in color, to which she picked up her toast and took an angry bite out of it, trying to ignore that look on his face, to which she was almost enjoying. Knowing he was getting under her skin, and she was liking it. She swallowed her toast and then looked at him, schooling her features evenly.

"Enlighten me. What are you trying to say?" Carrie said, staring at him with a cool expression. A bold question to pose, in her opinion. Like bait for a fish. He watched her and licked his lips, suddenly under the spotlight and met her gaze again, fully.

"I want to dance." Dougie said, a nod, like convincing himself this was right, "With you." Carrie's eyes moved to his quickly. He stared right back at her, holding her gaze tensely as she reached for her coffee cup.

There was something in his gaze that was different than before there. A longing, a want, an eagerness - something that made her stomach feel funny and her toes tingle.

Why, she wondered in her mind. There were a bunch of other wonderful ladies he could dance with that he would have a far better time both dancing and conversing with - people that were pleasant and friendly and happy. People that weren't like her. She looked to him again and watched as he leaned forward and shook his head.

"Listen, Bergie, I'm sorry," he said quickly, waving his hands in front of himself, "it was too forward, I get it. You got a lot of shit going on back home, you don't want-"

"No." Carrie said, stopping him mid-sentence, his eyes flashing to hers as she sat there, cheeks turning red again as she tried to stop it. She shook her head and balled up her fists and fixed her shoulders.

"It's not that." she managed out in a stammering pace, shaking her head. The two watched each other - him, waiting on her to open her mouth, and her, waiting for her mind to connect with her mouth to speak. But it didn't happen.

"What's going on, Bergie?" Dougie asked quietly, noticing as she looked at him, trying to gather what thoughts were left in her mind.

All she could think of was the casualty list - the way it grew, larger and larger. The amount of planes that had gone up and never come down. The amount of men they'd lost, the people that were gone never to return. The families that would never get their sons and daughters back.

"James." she said quickly, and he looked at her in earnest, "I….." He stared at her, the most serious she'd ever seen a look appear on his face.

"This is…." she couldn't get her words right, the puddle of her mind overwhelming. She couldn't look at him and speak what she actually wanted to say. It was too real. All of these. These feelings, what was going on around them. This war.

"Did something happen?" he asked quickly, "Listen, I just joke with you, no hard feelings, just-"

"I'll dance with you." she said quickly, "Tonight. Just-" she stood quickly with her half-finished cup of coffee, looking down at her pants rather than him, "-just….I'll see you there." She took her plate and then spun away, moving around the edge of the table, her eyes on the door.

"Wait, wait, Bergie-" Dougie said, jumping to his feet, and lightly placing a hand on her elbow. She turned to look up at him, catching him in the haze of late morning light and watched as his eyes softened, only seen by her, his eyes lingering on parts of her face she hated to show a soul, his body heat penetrating her own with how close he seemed to be.

"Are you okay?" he asked her quietly, dropping his voice, "I mean, you don't have to dance with me. I just…..we never have and I figured I owed ya-"

"I'm fine." she managed quickly, "No, we'll….we'll dance. It's fine. I'm fine." She offered a smile his way and he watched her, regarding her face quietly.

"I didn't ask you because there's another girl or to have a laugh, none of that, that's a shit thing to do, alright?" he said quietly, "I asked you because I want to dance with you. You, Bergie." She stared at him, her eyes flicking back and forth, over and over. The longer she stared at him, the more her heart began to race and the blood rushed to her cheeks.

"What I'm trying to say is that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I finally have the opportunity to dance. With you." Dougie said quickly, his ears and upper cheeks turning red, even though he seemed to try to hide it. Between both their faces and the redness of their cheeks, it was quite a sight for any onlooker or eavesdropper. She stared at him.

"I almost did. Back in Greenland. You definitely didn't want anything to do with me, but I almost did it." he said, a nervous smile on his face, "Figured you were pissed with me. So I didn't. As usual." She continued to watch him - him, rambling, her, staring. After a few moments of silence that lingered between them, she blinked.

"I'm always pissed with you." she said, but she said it in a way that was both factual and sarcastic and got a smile going on Dougie's face.

"Well, I know that," he said, "figured you wouldn't want to dance with the guy you're pissed off at. I don't know, as I go to twirl you, you'd probably try to push me into a wall or something."

Carrie stared at him - she'd let him twirl her into his chest and more, hold her close to his chest, in his broad, warm arms, tell her it was okay, that this was okay, that this was allowed, that she could feel this. She stared at him, her heart racing. And he stared back, that deep look in his eye that was enough to make her lose it.

"Keep looking at me like that and you'll get more than you bargained for." she whispered softly and then offered him a small, smirking grin, and walked away, her cheeks and ears burning.

If she looked back, she'd get that look that she knew was on his face, forever implanted in her mind and she couldn't have that yet. Not now.

As she placed away the plate and took one last sip of her coffee, she moved towards the door with her arms crossed and glanced over her shoulder just as she stepped out and looked to where Dougie was, stood still, hands in his pockets, watching her like something holy had just appeared right in front of him. She winked.

[tartagluvr]

the soft sound of a sorcerer

unfortunately my flavor of autism is music and association to it. every song i listen to has to have a connection for me personally to a time, place, person, etc. fortunately though that gives me endless creative writing ideas :D since beginning nightbringer, a lot has screamed solomon at me. i wanted to share the songs so *drops this on your doorstep and runs

warnings: me being an autistic fuck and over analyzing a fictional otome game character like babe get a life its been five years

word count: 937

immortal human; solomon, the wise

- nova amor; state lines

"are you sure, did you call? did we ever really talk, i don't know." / "i've been awake in every state line, dying to make this last us a lifetime. trying to shake that its all on an incline."

i can't really rationalize my solomon association with this one, listen to it on your own and see for yourself if you feel as i do. as an accidentally immortal being, solomon has been everywhere and all at once. he knows pasts, presents, even futures that have not a thing to do with him. he hasn't yearned to lose his immortality once until meeting you, desperate to hold onto you forever.

- lana del rey ft father john misty; let the light in

"cuz i love to love to love to love you, i hate to hate to hate to hate you." / "i need to need to need to need you."

this one is less of a lyrical association and more of a feeling. something about the chords and melody line make me think of the sorcerer. especially the minor harmony in the chorus, and over all the post production of the vocals as well. the reverb has got to be either long hall or church, the way it rings in your ears unlike studio does. yes i'm insane

- wolf larsen; if i be wrong

"what if i'm wrong, what if i've lied? what if i've dragged you here, to my own dark night?" / "ten thousand cars, ten thousand trains. there are ten thousand roads to run away. but i am not lost, i am not found. i am not dylan's wife, not cohen's hound." / "if there is a will, there is a way. i will escape for sure, i am david blaine."

there is something so carnally nb!solomon about the lyrics of this song, which is why i quoted so many of them. to me, nb!solomon is terrified he has made a wrong decision in following you to the past. it terrifies him that he so quickly chose to break time just for you, no matter the consequences. no matter if he loses his immortality, becomes stuck, passes on. he has lived so many lives and yet the only one that matters anymore is the one he wants with you. goodness me solomon.

- hozier; unknown/nth

"do you know i could break beneath the weight, of the goodness love i still carry for you? that i'd walk so far just to take, the injury of finally knowing you." / "you know it's more than being unknown. and there are some people love who are better unknown."

i don't think this one requires me to add any notes :3

- adrianne lenker; anything

"i don't want to be the owner of your fantasy, i just want to be a part of your family. and i don't wanna talk about anything, i don't wanna talk about anything." / "weren't we the stars in heaven? weren't we the salt in the sea?" / "dragon in the new warm mountain, didn't you believe in me?"

a gentle reminder that solomon is still at core a human. he has human emotions, feelings, yearnings. something about this song is so domestic and nostalgic to me, like how i imagine flicking through the pages of solomon's life would feel. its a bittersweet hug wrapped in acoustic notes.

- ethel cain; sun bleached flies

"god loves you, but not enough to save you. so i said fine, cause thats how my daddy raised me." / if they strike once, then you just hit them twice as hard. but in the end, if i bend under the weight that they gave me, then this heart would break and fall as twice as far." / "i forgive it all as it comes back to me."

thinking a lot about solomon before he became a sorcerer. thinking about his family, where he came from, how long gone that all is now. barbatos taking him in and raising him not out of love yet also not out of spite. i wonder a lot if he still remembers what it was like to be just human. perhaps he has forgotten by now, and time is the only one to blame. he just takes the punches with a smile and runs on.

-nicole dollanganger; angels of porn II

"my hair is falling out again and i don't really care, i try to stir my conscience it was never really there." / everything is fine in heaven, but i'll never get to know." / "soak all my clothes in holy water, and drown them like a crying son."

okay please hear me out on this one i know this song is a bit out there but its always on repeat for me. please there is something solomon in this song to me. don't crucify me i know i'm onto something here

- trixie mattel; the well

"loving's just a name for saving face, and running's just the way i won the race." / "no i won't come running at the ringing of the bell, no you don't throw wishes to the well." / beneath the neon moon, i'm in the light. tell me, do i ever cross your mind?"

swear this one isn't solomon associated just because it talks about running more than once. to me it reads like solomon speaking to mc, and feeling like he is always second to the demon brothers. he wants to be the one by your side before anyone else gets there, but he is always too late. so he just keeps running, from witches, from his past, from you.

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that would be all for now :3 i love recommending music to my loved ones and crafting personalized playlists based off lyricism and overall vibes. i have a handful of songs that i associate with each demon brother as well and will probably end up yapping on my page about them sometime in the future. thanks for reading !! feel free to pretty please send me your solomon songs, or just obey me songs in general. <3 -tete

[xkaidaxxxx]

Villain's Love

Dabi x Reader

Mentions: Bad behavior, forbidden love, humor, great friends. Sfw.

Reblogs are appreciated. Check Masterlist for pt.1 and pt.2

You woke up to his voice in the morning, 

Call: 

Dabi: Time for school. Wake up already. You need to get ready.

You shifted thinking you were hearing shit.

 Dabi:  Flame please get the hell up. You’ll be late!

 You shot up from bed checking the time.

Y/n: 35 minutes!? Wait wait..” 

Dabi: You’re finally awake.

Y/n:   You didn’t hang up last night.

Dabi: Yeah I ended up knocking quickly after you did. I forgot.

You got up rushing to the bathroom getting ready to shower. 

Y/n: Keep me updated with the time please. 

Dabi:  13 minutes passed.

You finished your shower and started your routine. 

Shower 

Body lotion

Changing

Brushing teeth

Make up 

Hair

Y/n:  Fuck my life. It’s over if I show up late.

You laughed  in the process of putting on a bit of concealer to not look dead. Skipping foundation. You always do your eyeliner quickly. A total pro. You quickly put on mascara and a dark red matte lipstick.  

Y/n: I look tired.

Dabi laughed through the phone. 

Dabi: Wake up early next time my flame. 10 minutes left.

Y/n:  My hair! I don’t have time. 

Dabi:  Screw the hair! Hair clip it or whatever. It’s not the end of the world.

 You clipped up your hair. 

Dabi: Menstrual products packed in your bag?

 You always have it packed just in case. 

Y/n:  Yup. All set.

You grabbed your bag using your quirk to get to class. 

Y/n:  Bye babe. I’m about to enter. Love you so much we'll talk later bye.

End of call 

“ You’re late Ms. Aizawa.” The teacher said, “ I’m highly aware of that.” you responded rudely as you were walking to your seat. “ You come in late to class during an exam that started 10 minutes ago and have the audacity to respond to me rudely. You have an F. Get out.” the teacher said. “Listen here! If you don’t know I’ve had 2 weeks of hell! I’ve been yelled at, slapped in the fucking face with agonizing pain. I haven’t been able to sleep right these past 2 weeks due to all the trauma piled up on me! I’m physically and mentally tired! Now I have to come in not knowing what the hell is on that test since I was stuck in the goddamn hospital and don't use the excuse of “ You should’ve studied.” Study what? My teacher didn’t care to come see me or contact my father and explain to me what is going on in class and what chapters I should focus on!!! Give me a fucking break alright!!” you yelled, getting all your anger out. “ Go to the principal's office now. Your father should work on his parenting.” the teacher said. “ I’ll take her ma’am so she doesn’t try anything.” Mirio said. “ You son of a bitch!!! You don’t have fucking kids you asshole!!! You can talk shit after you have a fucking child to raise!! No one talks shit about my father, you got that!!!” you yelled, throwing and landing a rough punch. The class gasped.

“ Now's your chance to run to your dad,” Neijire said. One of the other students helped the teacher sit up. You ran like your life depended on it. “ She’s done for..” Mirio said. “ H-Hey all might… Do you know where I can find my dad?” you asked. Guilty face and all. “ Teaching class outside in the training grounds. Why?” he asked. “No reason! Bye and thank you!” you ran. 

As you got there you were sweating and panting. “ Isn’t that your daughter Mr. Aizawa?” a girl with pink hair said. He looked over at you. With the expression on your face and the time you should be in class screamed you did something stupid. “ What did you do?” he asked stopping the class thinking it was one of them who fucked up. “ I um..well these past 2 weeks have taken a toll on me dad..You know that. I woke up late today..I got to class 10 minutes late..the teacher told me I was late and I said “ I'm highly aware of that” in such a bitchy tone and then She kicked me out and gave me an F on my exam for doing that. Then I sort of exploded on her. At the end she sent me to the principal's office saying you need to work on your parenting. That made me lose my cool even worse …long story short I punched her…She’s probably at the nurses office by now.” you replied. The entire class 1-A was shocked. Who would’ve thought Aizawa’s daughter would pull such a stunt. “ That’s badass,” Bakugou said. Kirishima nudged Bakugou. “ You’re grounded. A month. Hand over your Macbook and Ipad. You’ll be using my computer for school. You will give me your phone. You’ll have your watch for communication. If any assignments are online I’ll have your teachers send it to my email. Oh and forget about the Game and Anime con.” He said. “ Yes Sir…but about the con I promised Shinso I’d go with him as a gamer anime besties date. It’s literally next week Friday-Sunday. I can’t cancel on him. We’ve been planning for months now.” You replied as you took out your computer, tablet and your regular phone handing it to him. Aizawa took them from you. He sighed. “ Get back to work, kids.” he ordered and they did.

“ I know what you did was because of what you have been through but it’s not right for you to act that way towards your teacher. The first part of it. The second part I allow it. We have each other's back. I’m so proud of you, my child. I love you. I’ll allow you to go to the convention. Your gamer anime bestie date. Keep me updated when you go out every hour.” he said. You gave him a tight hug. He hugged you back.“ I love you too ,Dad.” you replied. The girl were awed at the sight. The guys had the what the fuck face. “ How did Shinso end up being besties with his daughter? She's a total babe. I’d do anything to get with her. Her melons are huge” Mineta said. “ She is a total babe,” Denki agreed. You walked over. “ Hi boys” you said smiling. “H-Hey” Denki said. “ What’s up?” Kirishiam replied. You let Denki go but Mineta is a disgusting perv and makes women very uncomfortable with his words and actions. Mineta was drooling and staring at your body. “Denki, right? Can you do me a favor pretty pleas?”You asked. He nodded. “Is it okay if you zap him for me?It takes about 2,700 bolts to kill someone. Can you use just enough to make him regret everything he's done and said to women.” You said giving him a quick hug and then releasing him. “ Yes, anything” Denki replied. He zapped Mineta really well. Enough to knock him out. Your dad pretended like he didn’t see anything. Serves Mineta right. “ Awe, thanks so much sweetie. I appreciate it alot. I’ll treat you to lunch when I’m not busy. Do you have your phone?” you asked. He took it out. You grabbed it adding yourself to his contact list. “ I won't have my phone but I can reach you through my watch”you said handing it back. He took it. Denki was losing his mind.

You saw Principal Nezu and walked over ready for your punishment. “ What you did was unacceptable. You will give an in-person apology to your teacher on top of that. Your punishment is cleaning the class on your own. Oh and to top it off you seem to like your dad's class, so since you have off periods you can help your dad.” he said. You were shocked he even thought that crap. Yeah, you liked your dad's students but it sucked having to use off periods on them. How would you catch up on work and take power naps? “ I will apologize but so will she. She insulted my father and no one messes with my dad.” you said crossing your arms “ Alright,” he replied. All might have stayed with the class as you and your father followed Principal Nezu to the nurse's office. You walked inside with them. “ I’m sorry for being rude and punching you in the face,” you spoke to her. You’re a straight-to-the-point type of girl. “ You’ve been through a lot so I forgive you. I should’ve contacted your father about your class assignments and things you should’ve studied.” She replied. Then it turned into awkward silence. You looked at her and cleared your throat. “ Don’t you have anything to say to my dad, ma’am,” you said, raising one of your eyebrows. “ I am terribly sorry Mr. Aizawa for disrespecting your parenting. I was out of line.” She apologized to your dad. “ Way out of line,” you said. Your dad smacked your head. You rubbed it afterward. “Ouch,” you said leaving the room. You checked the time on your watch. “Off period. Fuck my life.” You walked back to your father's class. 

“ Hey you’re back!” Denki said. “ Yeah in my off class I will officially be with you guys.” you yawned. “ Alright. I see you’re all working on your power moves. Show me.” you ordered. Everyone took turns showing you. “ They all suck at the moment. Yes, even your power moves Bakugou, so take that stupid look off of your face.” you said strictly. The guys laughed. “ Kirishima. Make your hardening, harden even more. I think tossing you a few sharper and more heavy things will help. Denki try and aim your electricity better so that you don’t hurt your friends around you. Try out targets.Uraraka when you use your quirk try to relax your body. Clear the mind. Remember you have control of your quirk not the other way around. Mina you should try and form different and effective ways to hold your acid. Bakugou. Those Ap shots auto cannons need help. They can be stronger. If you can just take the stick far up your ass out and allow me to help you.” You said with a yawn afterwards. “ SHUT UP AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!!” he yelled.

You took 30 minutes to help the girls and 40 to help the guys. “ sooo ... .Ms.Aizawa do you like someone?” Mina asked.  She loves love. You blushed instantly. “She does!” Jiro yelled. “ Mina. Jiro. Get back to work.” you ordered. “ Is he cute or hot or both?” Mina asked while working on her quirk. “ He’s hot af. Very handsome. He treats me very well. He's cool, ya know. That’s all I’ll be telling you.”  you responded. “ We don’t know. You’re lucky.” Momo replied. You gave your advice and helpful orders then went over to the boys. You pulled out some very sharp knives and threw them at Kirishima with much power. He managed to block them but still got cuts. “ Mhm… I’ll get back to you on that.” you said to him. He was shocked you tried that without warning first. “Tokoyami. Your quirk. Have you ever thought of using it to fly?” You asked. “ I need help controlling it first. In the darkness…it takes over.” he replied. “ Okay but answer my question.” you said. “No I haven’t.” he replied. “ You can control it during a certain time. You can use it to learn how to fly. I’ll put in a good word with Hawks. He can teach you. I’ll beg him if I have too. You’re doing great.” you pat his back. You groaned while walking over to Bakugou. “ Idiot. Don’t just make accurate pinpoint explosions. “ you said, crossing your arms. He ignored you and continued. “ What a waste of a great quirk.” you commented trying to get his attention. “ I’m the best one here!!” he yelled at you. “ Oh really. Would you like a reminder on how I kicked your ass. Now get the stick far up your ass and let me help you.” you spoke sternly. He nodded. “ Your Ap Shot auto cannon is great. Amazing. It has potential to be more than that. When you pinpoint them they’re still in a large shape. How about making them thinner. It will pierce and explode through something and if you manage to control very strictly you can pierce something and turn them into bombs. You’re welcome extra.” you say walking away. He stood there feeling stupid. All might and your dad watched you. “ Your daughter is very smart.” All might, said to Aizawa. “ I know. I raised her.” he said 

As the school day was finally over you walked back to your dorm. “ What’s your punishment?” Tamaki asked. “Cleaning duty, Off periods I’ll be helping my dad with his class, which gives me no time to catch up in class nor take naps. My dad took my Mac, Ipad and phone away. I only have my watch so yeah.” you replied. “ I’ll help you clean so that way you can have some little more time to catch up.” he said. “Thanks Tamaki. Let the others know I said HI.” you replied going to your room. 

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you grabbed your phone video calling Dabi. You changed quickly. He answered. 

Dabi: How was your day?

Y/n: I yelled at my teacher then punched her…I’m grounded. 

Dabi: You more than likely did it for a good reason. How are you holding up?

Y/n: I’m okay. I’ll be busy catching up with school work. I’m sorry If I don’t answer your messages throughout the day. 

Dabi: It’s okay. Just work hard to finish your studies. 

Y/n: Oh and I have the perfect days for the Vacation house. Next week 15-17 and the weekend. The students have a break. It’s the teachers grading and evaluation days. 

Y/n: I’d have to invite a friend with me otherwise things will look suspicious. 

Dabi: That's great. I can’t wait to see you soon.

Dabi: You told people about me didn’t you.

Y/n: Yeah…

Dabi: It’s fine. Just know if they try something on me I’ll make sure they’ll regret it. 

Y/n : They won’t I promise. Although they will have their guards up just like you. This is all if they agree to come with me. 

Dabi: Alright. I’ll have to call you later my flame. I’m meeting up with Shigaraki soon. You need to focus on school right now. Oh and you look sexy in my hoodie. 

Y/n: Yeah? Glad you enjoy seeing me in it. I’ll send you pics later. Don’t be a perv and think they’ll be naughty. 

Dabi: I’m not thinking that. I have to go. I love you very much. 

Y/n: Love you too bye.

End of video chat. 

You hid the phone away. 

You have sent nudes to Dabi before and you’ve received some as well. You’ve been feeling insecure for a while. You noticed you gained a lot of weight. You obviously hated that. You were chubby. Dabi had no issue with it. He made that clear. You still can’t help but think if he’s just being nice. 

You sent messages to the rest of the big 4. 

Message sent: Meeting at my dorm 3 mins. 

They all liked the message to confirm attendance. 

You opened the door once they got here. “ Okay dudes. We have to talk.” you said closing and locking the door. “ Like girl talk?” Mirio asked. “I was wondering if you guys would like to hang out at my family vacation house. The days of break we have.” you invited them. “ You want us to go with you because you want to see your prince.” Neijire summed it up. “ Yeah…he knows I told you. Can you please do me the favor? It’s not only to see him. We need a serious break.” you replied. “ The first and last time we help you meet up with him.” Tamaki said. 

As the break finally came. You were excited to see him. Mirio was driving with Neijire as the passenger princess. You sat in the back with Dabi and Tamaki. Poor Tamaki was scared and ready to throw hands if necessary. “ Say Hi.” you ordered Dabi. “ Not much of a social guy but Hey.” he said to everyone. “Hi! You’re Y/n’s criminal. Forbidden love. Romantic!” Neijire said. “ Yes I’m hers.” he replied, pulling you closer to him. “ Hello.” Tamaki and Mirio said. You yawned, leaning into Dabi. He gently played with your hair and hummed you to sleep. “ You got her to sleep in an instant. She’s been having trouble sleeping these past two weeks…” Mirio spoke. 

“I know. She asked me to stay on the phone with her last week when she woke up late.” Dabi said.

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PUPARIA

Chapter 22 - Flyaway

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Jules held the flesh on her thigh in a tight squeeze with one hand, the other in her mouth as she bit down. The first shot of the day was always the worst.

"Y'know..." The girl's eyelashes looked especially long as she kept her gaze down at the needle, "Isn't one a day the regular, recommended dosage? You have what, three? I mean... Is that really necessary?"

She was used to it by now. Size-shifting wasn't something Jules particularly ever wanted to associate herself with. It was a part of her that she hated more than anything. To be seen as a spectacle on one end of the spectrum, to be perceived from every angle, or to be defenceless and weak on the other end, invisible to anyone who didn't care to take extra notice. A minority within a minority, with the ability to shift to both. The best of all three worlds, and Jules couldn't bear it.

She hummed as she wiped her saliva off on one of the towels, "I'm not a regular person. But, I can't let anyone see me that way. You're.. Lucky enough you even know. Little shit."

The shifter hopped down from the bathroom counter, pulling her tights back up just to bounce around the penthouse trying to find her other shoe- not before running her hands through the equally as long brown hair of the girl first, of course. She leant against the frame of the bathroom door as she watched Jules stumble around for a moment, the shifter mumbling under her breath all the while.

"Julie.." She sighed, "You should go easier on yourself. It's not healthy to hold back like this. I mean.. You know.. You see-"

"Yeah, I see Hosah. You know half the time he's not even stuck, he just does it on purpose for attention. That's all it is with him, he needs something, anything to make people feel bad for him. I'm not like that. Elaine, I'm not like that."

"I wasn't gonna say that." Elaine spoke, running her own hands through her hair this time.

The shifter paused. She tilted her head, thought for a moment, and laughed, "You're right. It's just... The other night, I feel like.."

"You were too mean? Again?"

"I wasn't mean enough. God. You don't get it, I can't deal with him. Just.. Pathetic. Absolutely. He's not even fucking qualified. He's not! Not a single college credit." She stopped for breath, scoffing at her own train of thought as she shook her head, "I... It's not like I'm gonna let him go though. It sucks. I can't stand him. But I can't do it."

Elaine turned her back to the shifter, busying herself with her toothbrush and toothpaste, her voice echoing across the tiles of the bathroom, "And you can't stop talking about him either. If you hate him, why are you so attached to him? I don't get it."

"Cmon, El, you know he's like my brother. Just..." And just as quick as she took to attacking him, she came to his defence.

"No 'just'. You're both as bad as each other. It's why you deserve each other. The perfect pair."

Jules scoffed, pulling on her other shoe as she headed towards the door, "God, please. We're nothing alike. I mean, I have self respect, that's something."

"Sure you do." Elaine listened for the unlocking of the front door, and that same 'Goodbye, I love you' that was said every morning, on queue. "Bring back something for dinner on your way home."

"Yeah, yeah." The shifter rolled her eyes, the smile on her face dropping as soon as she shut the door behind her.

She huffed. The bicker her and Hosah had a week or two back still played on her mind. The things she should've said, and even the things she shouldn't have. Bringing up Chris was a low blow, but bringing up all the clubs they weren't allowed to get into however, was quite the proportional one. Despite how badly she wanted to humiliate Hosah, she knew he and Teddy were different. She knew this wasn't a casual fling that'd pass by with the seasons, with no hard feelings regarding to the fact she was probably the reason things didn't work out. He'd never forgive her if she fucked with their.. whatever it was they had going on.

She still stood by what she said. They'd gone through most of the shit together, and look at her. She wasn't in therapy, she wasn't being stalked and preyed upon, despite that probably being entirely out of his control, and she certainly wasn't letting it all get to her. He only suffered for pity, she suffered to become stronger. That was the difference between the two of them. Maybe to anyone else, he had the right to be a miserable shit, but to her, well, he wasn't any more worth than what came of his uncle. A stain in the carpet, even less than that.

He was infuriating. All Jules wanted was to send him back to butt-fuck nowhere Colorado and let him rot under the care of some poorly paid care workers for the rest of his life. Have someone with nothing else better to do sit around and talk to him like a pet, since that was probably all Edward was in it for. That was what pissed her off the most. How he didn't hate the way they all treat him. He was barely human in their eyes, and how he didn't see it, she'd never know. He needed Jules, and hell, Jules even needed him sometimes too. He's naïve, self destructive, and honestly, he was incapable. But she understood. She knew exactly what to do, what would help him, but he was too blind even to see that. Jules gritted her teeth as she stumbled her way out of the elevator door, trying to calm herself in order to at least appear somewhat presentable for the meeting ahead of her.

It wasn't often her dad called her about anything at all, and his sudden curiosity regarding the agency, his business, was something that worried her, to her core. It was this type of thing she had nightmares about. That he'd finally have enough of paying for the building, paying the wages, and he'd pull the plug. The agency started because of Jules, to protect her and those alike. There was a type of responsibility, an obligation she had to keeping everything sound and steady. As hard as she tried to come off as uncaring or cold, she couldn't help but care deeply for the cause. She might not be able to embrace her curse, but those with no other choice didn't deserve half the shit they got. Not many other shifters had the privilege of being able to shoot up somatotrophin three times a day, and Jules had to use that to her advantage.

Jules didn't really think back on the reason she even recruited Hosah in the first place all that often. He had such a way with words, no, with other shifters. He could get anything out of them, all he had to do was shrink down to their level, or perch himself in their palm, and it'd come spilling out. She watched it happen before, in the facility, it was why he was a favourite. Not only would he cooperate, being the obedient little shit he was, but he could get others to do it too. It made her sick to watch, but she knew when her father dipped from the agency, that it'd be plentifully convenient.

-~-

This was it, the final straw. The pair had come close to certain danger with how Scotty had convinced them it was absolutely necessary to go back and check Hosah's old apartment, and Teddy wasn't prepared to risk it again. He knew they shouldn't have gotten into the car the moment the engine started, and it was only with a stroke of luck that they were able to weasel out of it.

Hosah wasn't a doll, or a precious piece of glass that risked cracking and shattering if not handled correctly, he knew that. He knew Hosah had done just fine without him before, and he'd probably do just fine without him if he were to disappear into thin air overnight, but the obligation Teddy felt to protecting the shifter was strong, the feeling overpowering all logic his brain could muster up.

He didn't really think before he spoke all that often, not nowadays, not around Hosah, at least.

"I love you." Teddy didn't even realise what he'd said until he'd heard it himself, coming out of his own mouth. "I just... thought you'd like to know, since things have been weird lately."

Teddy spent the majority of his childhood in isolation. There wasn't much of anything to do once classes were over, and although he was constantly surrounded by people, none of them really wanted to talk to him. He didn't know what exactly he'd done wrong, and it ate him alive. Sometimes he'd stare at his own reflection and wait for the swarm of cicadas or the three aliens stacked upon eachother to come crawling out from under his skin, but they never did. That was what bothered him so badly, this was him. There was no other land he could return to where there'd be others of his kind, waiting with open arms, the truth was, Teddy was a human, whether he liked it or not.

Socialising with his peers felt a lot like the choir practices the church would make everyone participate in twice a week, except, Teddy was always just slightly out of tune. He knew it, everyone else knew it, and despite how much he turned the pegs of the cello he'd practice playing until his fingers bled, it'd always sound ever so slightly off. Instead of making it obvious, Teddy found it'd be easier to keep his head down, to not draw attention to himself, and that became an excruciatingly difficult task by the time he hit puberty and grew a foot taller.

The rules that came along with being a human being weren't something Teddy completely understood, even now at twenty six years old, but he knew even less when he was half his age. Teddy questioned the ideas and stories presented to him as fact, especially in school, especially when it came to the teachings of the bible. He didn't get it. He didn't get why his peers would give him dirty looks when he walked past them in the hallway, he didn't get why God would make him in such way that made him unloveable, unable to be saved, stuck in the stagnancy of his own desires, afraid that even acknowledging such things would make them too loud, too obvious, that God, or worse, his peers would know.

It took Teddy an embarrassingly long time to accept the fact he was gay. It took him even longer to pull his head out of the sand and act upon his darkest, best kept secret that was his sexuality. For a while he just thought he didn't have the ability to love someone, not like that. He loved many things with the whole of his heart, he loved feeling the sun on his face, even when it'd get in his eyes and give him a headache from the squinting, he loved cold breezes in the early winter that'd nip at the tips of his nose and ears, he loved fresh pastries in the morning on his way to work, and he loved making small talk with the cashiers even more than that, especially when he could tell with their shifting expressions that he'd brightened their day, even just slightly.

Hosah was the first person he could say with confidence that he was in-love with. He loved the idea of certain people, the prospect of them twisting and converting into the idealised versions of themselves that Teddy had invented and interacted with in depth in his head, but Hosah was different. He didn't find himself wishing certain behaviours or traits upon him, even the parts of the shifter that weren't at all desirable or even likeable, they weren't fixed in the mental image Teddy created of him. Maybe it was because Hosah was so unapologetic about who he was. He wished he could be like that. That Hosah cried in front of him, that Hosah lounged in his palm like there was nothing else in the world but the two of them, that Hosah leant into the brushing of the same hand through his hair. Teddy wished he could've done all those things at once. He wished he could've lifted the shifter up towards the light and said, is this such a sin? If God saw them both, if God saw the gentle cradling of his own creations, if he saw the way Hosah's face flushed, one cheek redder than the other depending on which side he'd slept on, when he'd first awake in the morning by Teddy's side, the love he feels being so powerful that it seeped from his heart and out of his pores, would he change his mind, and allow it just this once? Teddy wasn't sure if he hoped so or not, as an eternity in hell would be more than worth the human lifetime of love and affection he relished in.

What he wished most of all, was that he could tell himself not to care. Not to look at his peers as they snickered and glanced at him for questioning what was put in front of him as fact, to continue playing even if the tune wasn't quite right, and to press his hands against his cheeks as he stared himself down, telling the cicadas- or the aliens, that he knew they were there, and that he loved them dearly.

"I love you dearly." He added, ".. You don't have to say it back. I just.. It's true."

Hosah sat and thought for a moment, adjusting his seat on the desk beneath him. It killed Teddy to know that he'd never be able to look inside of the shifters brain and see what he was thinking. He'd even settle just for a few seconds of watching the cogs turn beneath the flesh of his forehead.

"I never understood that sentiment before, actually." The shifter spoke, nonchalant as ever, "If you love someone, you tell them, unapologetically. And saying it back isn't so hard either. I don't understand why saying I love you isn't something we've normalised already. I mean, no one dislikes being told they're loved, so, I don't get it."

It seemed like he was going on a rant to avoid saying it back after all. Teddy smiled, his crooked tooth being as charming as ever with how it hung over his lip, just slightly. He really hoped Hosah wouldn't hate him for what he was going to do.

"You know.. I think I'm gonna get lunch with Jeanne today, or, I'll try." Without stopping to hear the slew of words coming out of Hosah's mouth in protest, Teddy got up from his chair, "Uh- tell Thierri I'm sorry I couldn't make it later, 'kay?"

There were no 'if', 'buts' or 'maybes' about it, Teddy was going to get Hosah, and hopefully himself, off of the case. He had no idea why Jules allowed the two to work so closely to such a criminal in the first place, especially when the shifter was being put into such dangerous positions, even going as far as to needing to leave his apartment to avoid an actual serial killer from invading his home, and or killing him. It was cartoonish how messed up the situation sounded, especially when put so bluntly in his head.

Finding Jeanne wasn't too much of a challenge. Maybe if he were in a crowd, sure, but around the office, he was quite hard to miss with his short stature and general boy-ish features, despite the fact he was the eldest amongst the rag-tag team.

Although Teddy could clearly see the experienced detective in his direct line of sight, something kept him from approaching the man. He usually didn't look back at his past and cringe, but god, the embarrassment he felt remembering their previous interactions turned his stomach into knots. He took a moment to clear his throat, swallowing to try get rid of the dry sensation in his mouth, and he bit the bullet.

"Jeanne." Teddy's voice faltered as he called out.

He wondered what it was about the detective that made him as intimidating as he was. Jeanne looked over upon being called with expectant eyes (well, a singular expectant eye), his body unmoving from its position leaned up against the wall. Usually, around this time, he'd be out in the smoking area with Hosah. Maybe that was all it was, Teddy had spotted him in a different place than he'd expected him to be. It wasn't quite his appearance that made him hard to keep your cool around, as he stood at almost a whole foot shorter than Teddy, his face still rather soft in terms of his features, like he'd never finished puberty. It was just.. his aura. Stone cold, calculated, and pungent of fresh coffee. He'd have to ask what cologne Jeanne wore when the conversation topic was less of a serious one.

"...Let's get lunch. I need to talk to you."

For once, Teddy almost thought he saw the man crack a smile at him.

The detective shook his head as he stood up straight, "I already told you, you're fine. I forgive you, in fact. It's okay."

"No, it's.. it's not that. Not that Im not still extremely sorry, but, there's something else I need your advice on." Teddy found himself fidgeting with the buttons on his shirt sleeve, unable to directly look Jeanne in the eye as he stuttered.

"You know how I lost my eye, Edward?"

Teddy braced himself for a tragic, yet inspirational tale that'd heighten his already undying respect for the man, "Ah, no, sir."

"Yeah. I can't tell you either. Signed an NDA." Jeanne gave him a firm pat on the back as he lead the way out of the agency's office building, "You can pick the place, I'm not a fussy eater."

No wonder Hosah got along so well with this guy.

The pair didn't really seem to have much in common besides their care for Hosah. He was the only thing they could really talk about on the journey, and it took most of his efforts and energy for Teddy not to gush or say something stupid. Despite the constant reassurance from Jeanne that he was forgiven for his past mistake, Teddy was still overcome with guilt and embarrassment. It hindered his ability to have a nice conversation about anything other than work with the detective, and it clouded his mind whenever the two were alone together.

It had been months by now, but the memory was still fresh in Teddy's mind. Jeanne had told Hosah, maybe if you were there sooner. He didn't like to think of himself as an overly emotional person, but watching the tears spill down the shifters face without him even realising himself, Teddy just couldn't contain himself. He was ashamed of what he did after that, so much so that he didn't even want to think about it. He wasn't himself in that moment, he was the person he thought he grew from years ago. A person who goes to unforgivable measures to seek justice for those that don't ask for it. The truth was, as a boy, Teddy got into a lot of fights. He was an emotional child, one overwhelmed with the weight of not having a single soul his own age who understood or even spoke to him, and when he saw or heard something he disagreed with in any capacity, he didn't know how to cope with it.

Teddy promised himself to never, ever use his fists against another person, unless in a life or death situation. Hearing Jeanne say those words felt like life or death, and Teddy had no idea what overcame him when he entered that staff room and tried to lay his hands on the detective. He didn't expect Jeanne to be so tough, but he was taught the fact very quickly. That was when Teddy learnt that Jeanne was quite the reasonable person and was very open to issuing an apology once confronted with the weight his words had on the shifter.

Being put on the spot to decide where to eat, Teddy took his superior to a place he frequented in his early days of detective-hood. A family owned burger restaurant in the centre of the city. It was nothing fancy, and the food definitely wasn't anything special, but Teddy really had no idea what type of guy Jeanne was, especially in terms of an ideal lunch. He didn't seem to mind the choice, at least.

"Hm." Jeanne looked over the various screen captures from the forum board that Teddy had printed off earlier in the day, "And Scotty told you to catfish this guy?"

".. Essentially." It was hard to speak clearly with a mouthful of burger.

He slid the papers back towards Teddy from the other side of the booth, "It's so stupid that it might just work. I say go for it, but not on your home computer. At the library or the office. I doubt you know how to go incognito, remove yourself from the grid, become untraceable. Someone down on B-block'll know."

"Yeah.. Yeah. Okay. Right." Teddy fidgeted with the papers between his fingers, trying to slip them back into the folder he'd brought them in as smoothly as possible, and failing miserably. "Well, that's not actually all I wanted to talk with you about.."

He swallowed, hard. Jeanne didn't seem to be the type to blow up with emotions at people, especially in a public space, but Teddy couldn't help but worry. Maybe he'd be offended on Hosah's behalf, and would lecture him on how terribly he misunderstood the shifter and undermined his strength, both mental and physical, and his capability to continue on with the case despite the clear danger it put him in.

"It's, it's the case. I can't let Hosah stay on it, I just.. I know something really, really bad is gonna happen, it's already bad enough as it is, but-"

Jeanne cut him off, reaching an arm forward to rest his hand upon Teddy's, "No, I agree. Completely. I just don't know what the boss'll say about it. I doubt she'll even think twice before shrugging it off as a 'he'll be fine' situation."

"I haven't spoken about it with him yet." Teddy added.

"It's best if you don't. Pin it on the boss, she'll gladly take the fall for it, and shes done Hosah far more dirty before, he'll get over it."

Teddy pulled his arm away, his eyebrows furrowing as he considered the two paths ahead of him. He could either lie to Hosah about knowing anything about him being taken off the case, or he could tell him the truth and face the music of his actions for the greater good. It'd be so unbelievably hypocritical of him to go down the first route, especially after making a point to push Hosah to be honest and open with him about everything, and it'd be even worse in the long run if he'd slip up and reveal it was his own idea all along, not Jules'. At the same time, however, the last thing he wanted was to fight Hosah again. It wasn't right of him to make this choice for the shifter, he was his own person and could decide whether he wanted to stay on board or not, but there was no way Hosah would make the right decision and remove himself from the line of fire headed straight for him.

He nodded, "Yeah, you're right."

"Mhm. She has a meeting today with the previous head of the company, so we'll slip in her office tomorrow to talk about it." Jeanne had already started to get up to go back, having barely touched his food. "And... Don't look so beat up. It's the best thing for Hosah's safety. Even if he doesn't realise it."

And realise it, he didn't.

Once Teddy got back to the office, slightly exhausted from the mental anguish he'd been put through as his mind racked back and forth between guilt and embarrassment, he headed straight for Hosah. He still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, Jeanne had given him the best advice he could get, but his swelling heart told him otherwise.

"No, no. Dude. I've told you like five times now, they need to be the other colour to stack." Hosah lectured, swatting the giant’s hand away from the card game. Teddy always thought solitaire was, you know, to be played in solitude.

Thierri pushed his chair away from the desk with his head in his hands, “But, I thought it was descending numbers from ten?? Man, I don’t fucking get this game.”

“I don’t know how much more plain and simple I can put it for you!” The sight was certainly one to see, that’s for sure. A shifter, not even the size of one of the cards they were playing with, yelling at Thierri in a similar fashion to how he imagined the stories of doing homework at the dinner table with your dad when described to him.

It took a moment of exasperated sighing in frustration, along with the dragging of a few cards across the desk with all of his might, before Hosah actually completed the game rather quickly, only then noticing the fact Teddy had come back in the time between.

“Oh, hey.” Hosah sounded completely out of breath as he finally god the chance to speak, “You have fun?”

“As fun as work talk gets, sure.” Teddy shrugged, pulling over his own chair to Thierri’s desk, “…Are you having fun?”

Hosah flashed a look of exhausted annoyance before laughing, pinching the bridge of his nose like the morning paper between his pointer and his thumb, “As fun as playing solitaire with someone who’s never even touched a deck of cards gets.”

Right.

[captain-mj]

Angst idea: Horangi has gambles with his life constantly, Konig is worried, it all ends in Horangi betting wrong, and loosing something (his life, getting another scar, smth else). And then Horangi sees Konig's worry and *guilt* happens.

Fluff Idea: Mornin cuddles w korangi

Angst Idea

König had his radio on, listening to Horangi and Stiletto talking. They were trying to get to the evac. The three of them had separated on the mission, divide and conquer strategy, but they hadn't been quite as lucky as König.

Stilleto's progress was painfully slow, the area crawling with people. They didn't have all of the documents but backup had come and despite their training, they were far too outnumbered.

König tried not to rush them. "Horangi, how far?"

"Not too far. I can't see you just yet."

"Stilleto?"

"Been stuck in one place. Couple of men a little out. Don't think I can take them. Out of ammo."

König made sure they couldn't hear him before groaning. This mission had been disastrous. His gun wouldn't work very well to snipe to provide cover. He was fucking useless here.

König shoved his fingers under his mask to chew his nails, but his gloves stopped him.

Horangi came on. "I see an office. I'm going to go check it."

"What?" König shouted into the radio. "No. Come to evac."

Stiletto immediately started on him. "Absolutely not. This mission went sideways. Let's go."

"Doesn't have to be a complete bust."

"Horangi." König growled. "No."

There was a moment of silence, both of them surprised König of all people could sound so commanding.

"König, I can get them."

"It's not a gamble worth taking."

"I disagree." Horangi answered before they both heard the click of the comms.

König started to curse and spit in German, trying to desperately to get an answer he knew wasn't coming.

Stiletto eventually arrived and she looked just as concerned as he did.

Evac came and there was still nothing.

Then he heard the gunshots. Several and leading right towards them. König got his gun ready and went forward, planning to help.

Horangi appeared right in front of them. He was right there.

Horangi smiled at him. His eyes crinkling around the edges because of it.

The bullet went straight through his ribs. They all heard it. Breaking the calm air was the sound of it smashing through his bones.

Horangi fell like a cut puppet.

König stared at him. He grabbed someone. Their body snapped over his knee like a toy. He started to tear someone's head off. Maybe literally. He didn't know.

Then he was on base. The time in between was lost to him, but König didn't care to find it.

Horangi was there. That was what was important.

HIs body looked so tiny. They had taken off his mask.

König had dripped blood on the floor. He hadn't noticed. All the nurses stayed on the opposite side from him, eyeing him like he was a street dog.

Maybe he was. A feral thing who's master had been hurt.

König laid his head on his arms, shaking.

"He's in critical condition."

"The wounds will slowly heal."

"He'll be scarred."

König closed his eyes tight, hearing the nurses still. He didn't want to think about that. He still wasn't sure how much time had passed. Had it been a few hours? Weeks? He couldn't remember. It felt like he had been dropped back into his body. Suddenly waking after a very long dream.

-

Horangi felt the pain in his body almost immediately. His entire being made of nothing but pain. A sharp line went through his body like he was being staked. Dull throbs ran along his legs.

Bad gamble.

He chuckled at himself. Of course he lost. Dogshit gambler.

Hands were on him and his first thought was, like always, his debters. They must've found him. Must've...

He opened his eyes and stared up into König's. His hood had been discarded, letting Horangi get the full effect of his face. His sad, pained, grief-stricken face.

König's lip wobbled. "You scared me."

"I..." Horangi frowned and stared up at him. Why? He was expecting König to be angry at him for disobeying his orders or irritated at him for getting hurt.

"I thought I was going to lose you." König grabbed Horangi's hands gently and kissed them softly.

"I'm sorry." Horangi stared at him longer and guilt started to fill his chest. "I didn't;..."

"You were hurt." König said miserably, leaning closer. "You're still very hurt. I'm so sorry. I should've came for you."

Horangi kissed him gently. "I didn't mean to scare you, gongjunim. I should've lsitened."

König pulled back. "Why?"

"I thought..." He stared into the giant soft blue eyes and he just sighed. "I gambled."

König stared at him before just nodding. "They weren't sure you'd wake back up." He wouldn't look at him. Horangi really wished he'd look at him.

"I won't ever worry you like that again."

König kissed his cheek. "Good. Please don't..."

[itzymaeee]

𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓰𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰

Summary: after the being teleported in Pandora it only took you few weeks to adapt at your surrounding, but one day the Na'vi who found you invited for you to come at the island for to enjoy the scenery but seeing everything what happend and the incident of his brother getting left behind beyond the reef.

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Pairings: platonic! Avatar x umbra with!human!reader

Tw: flashback,bullying and fighting,cursing, attempt murderer and long ass description

Authors note: hey sorry for not updating quickly I was stabbed by my cousin but anyways here's the story and also if you saw some errors and wrong grammar it

It's been a few weeks now after your arrival in Pandora due to your magic malfunction that cost you to be teleported far away from earth. So far you are taking it too well adapting to your surroundings for someone who got teleported and appeared in a foreign planet, So yes your doing good except for a certain blue cat-man who constantly likes to disturb you everytime he visit.

Neteyam never fails to visit you everyday after him and his siblings being taught the reef na'vi of their ways by the son and daughter of the clan Chief. Everytime he visit you he always teach you some info about Pandora and it's culture and their deity Eywa, He also teached you of their laungage according to him so you won't get killed due to miscommunication if ever a na'vi found you (little does he knows you can understand him perfectly due to your magic) let's just say it has a trial and errors.

Learning from neteyam is either learn quickly or be hitted of course you will hit him back harder.

"Na'ri"

"Ngari?"

"NA'RI!!"

"NA'WII??" A sigh of irratition and sound of being hitted was heard but of course a few second there was a another sound but being smacked harder and a hiss and whine from him. But one time he brought you some food to share it with you that was prepared by his mother for him and siblings to eat after their class. Since he was worried you might be starving since he never got a time to visit you, Touched by his thoughtfulness and kind gesture even though you can survive without a meal due to your training you accepted the food and eat it.

Sadly you will regret it later.

"Y/n are you alright? Is the food not up to your liking?

"....."

"Wait, why is your face turning whit-"

"BY THE GREAT MOTHER Y/N!!" Let's just say both of you agreed that you won't consume any Pandora livestock since you almost died due to food poisoning.

There was a day Neteyam will straight up complaining about his dad,his siblings especially the brother and the chief son who constantly harassing them to you while you where either busy meditating or waving something so you are stuck listening to him complaining to the point you already knew what he will to complain the next time he visit.

"Ugh I swear if he don't shut up and say another snide remarks around me and my siblings for being freaks and having a demon blood I would punch him"

"Then why wouldn't you do it? So he will stop harassing you guys?"

"What no dad would get angry at me for fighting the olektyan son and also his going to scold me"

"Bah! Fuck about your dad opinion because if I were you I would have beat his ass before I he can utter some insult at me and my sibling"

"Tempting sadly I could do nothing I can only threaten them with words"

So today was peaceful since neteyam was teaching you to wave some bracelet with the shells and pearl he found during their breathing exercises. He was teaching you how to twist,insert and knot so the seaweed it won't tear up while waving it, as you were to busy at the task at your hand you noticed that neteyam stopped waving and a look of thinking was present at his face.

"Hey y/n I was thinking how about you visit the island tomorrow?" He said at you, while you stopped what you were doing and looked at him dead in the eyes "Neteyam have you forgotten that your people hates humans? Do you want be dead the moment I step on the island?" I said to him deadpan during my stay here in the Pandora I have come to understand why the Na'vi hates the human so much, the human took everything greedily without care the surrounding to this world heck they have the nerve to act like the victim when the locals in this land fought back they are just like their ancestors disgusting.

He shook his head at what you said and looked at you determinely "I know but I was thinking far away to the village so the people won't see you, since you have been stayed cooped up in the cave this past few weeks I was thinking a changed of scenery?" He said you looked at neteyam softly for his concern at you, technically you could careless where you at but this past few weeks neteyam was making an effort at you always visiting and teaching you to the point you notice his always tired.

You sighed and nodded at neteyam he smiled brightly at you while you just rolled your eyes and smiled back at him "Good I will come back here to fetch you and I will bring you to the island tomorrow" you nodded at him. After hours of waving with neteyam he have decided to go back since his parents will notice that he was gone and was not at island, the two of you said your farewells while watching him return to the island you might have forgotten to tell him you already have visited the island where he and his family was staying up at your crow form but you just shrugged that thought.

Morning came and you decided to surprise him there. As you were standing outside the cave you were staying at you transformed into your crow form and flow up at the sky and headed at the island where neteyam was. As you were flying the scenery never fails to take your breath away the Pandora is truly beautiful throught it's blue aquatic clear seas you can see different marine life and it's corals and it's gigantic mangrove tree that serves as the village of the people in the island.

As you were nearing you saw some group of kids circling a girl at the beach looking at closely it's neteyam sister Kiri. As you put a spell on yourself to not be seen and you landed at the bushes as you watched neteyam brother lo'ak came to interfer to stop the chief son and his friends to making fun of Kiri. Let's just say you were highly entertained at what's happening and chanting for lo'ak to beat their asses but the chief son and his friends continues harassing them despite Kiri yelling to stop and lo'ak stopping their hands from pulling his tails at their grasp. And an angry neteyam came.

He pushed everyone away from his brother "you heard what she said leave them alone". While looking at the fish boy coldly. Fish boy friend was gonna say something stupid but he put his hands to stop while looking at neteyam stoicly "Back off. Now" Neteyam said seriously at fish boy as he put both hands into surrender position signaling he will back off as neteyam looked at everyone "from now on I want you all to respect my sister" he said to each on of them with authority that he won't hesitate to beat anyone who will continue harassing his siblings. One of fish boy friends hisses at him angry at what neteyam said to them while kiri sticked her tongue out teasing them while neteyam called his brother and sister to leave.

But sadly it escalated when lo'ak decided to punch fish boy and his friends jumped at lo'ak. You were just laughing while everyone was fighting seeing lo'ak getting his tail pulled and being slapped of fish boy friends tail and you noticed neteyam jumped in at the fight to help his brother while kiri was telling them to stop it "This is stupid" Kiri said while rolling her eyes but smiled while watching the fight. But sadly boys are boys they continued fighting,the fight was 2 vs 4 but you laughed harder watching lo'ak getting pulled by his tails but pulling the other boy ears while yelling at pain both you and Kiri just laughed at this stupid fight. But sadly the fight ended when a local who noticed the fight and fetched both the chief and neteyam dad.

As you were waiting for neteyam to come out of his home after he and his brother got scolded by their father and told his brother to apologies his brother immediately left angrly while neteyam followed after. As neteyam was walking a little far away from the village and heading straight where his ilu was to so he can fetch you, you have decided to reveal your presence to neteyam.

"Psst! Neteyam!" You called him he immediately looked at his right and saw you standing there hiding at the bushes. Neteyam was shocked seeing you here while you smiling at him teasingly. "Y/n? Wait how did you came here?" He asked clueless "wait a second did you just arrived here just now? How did you got here without a ilu?" As he walked were you at. "Well let's just say I saw everything" you cheekly said at him while neteyam just looked at you confused.

"What do you mean you saw everything?" He asked while you just smiled at him waiting for him to realized what at you said. And his face turned a dark shade of purple as he realized you saw the whole fight as you just laughed at him seeing him flustered. "you know you should have pulled their hair it will times hurt more" you said to neteyam as he just groned "can we just please not talk about what happened earlier?" He pleaded as you laughed harder.

It took an hour for neteyam to make you stop teasing him while the two of you were walking side by side at beach a little far away from the village but still close. The two of you were at the shore picking up some seashells and colorful stone for you to add to the bracelet you were waving and for his sister's to use. "Oh neteyam look at this sheshell I found" you said at him happily as neteyam come next to you and holds your hands as he inspect the sheshell you found.

"Wow I never saw a sheshell like this before not even the shells tuk and Kiri carried" he said as he inspected the shell that resemblance like a pearl. "How about you give this to your sister's especially to Kiri" you said to neteyam softly he removed his attention at the shell as he looked at you while you just smiled as you hold his hand give it at him. "It might cheer her up after what happend" as neteyam was going to refuse but both of you froze as you heard a person coming near at you while calling neteyam name.

Panicking neteyam pushed you at his back not noticing you changed into your crow form. As the person calling neteyam came closer, it was just tuk running at neteyam to show him the shells she found while looking at the beach "neteyam! Look at what I found" as tuk happily run at him while showing the shell she found. "Oh wow tuk this is pretty" he said at her.

But tuk stopped and noticed something at his brother back while looking at closely what it was. Noticing this neteyam panickly showed the shell you found for distraction."tuktuk look at what I found for you and Kiri to have" as he showed the pearl shell. And it worked as tuk immediately looked at the shell wow'ed. "Teyam where did you found this? This is so pretty oh I can't wait to show this to Kiri and to mama" as tuk happily holds the shell.

But before neteyam can reply a squak of sound was heard behind him and both tuk and him jumped at the strange sound as he turned around he was meet into a strange feathered creature. Realized that the strange creature was you as tuk hided at neteyam back while looking scared at you. "Neteyam what is that?" Tuk quietly said as you tilted your head and swim closer at tuk, as tuk was holding his brother as a shield neteyam holded gently tuk arm to reassure her doesn't mean harm when you got closer at tuk you affectionately peck tuk cheeks and caressing your head at tuk arm lovely.

A few caressing and a soft squak came from you make tuk comfortable. she started petting you softly feeling the soft feathers you have she smiled while looked at neteyam. "Teyam look at this creature it has a soft feather" as she continued to pet and neteyam also started petting you enjoying the soft feathers. Let's just say it turned into a petting season and it only stopped when Neteyam noticed it's almost eclipse and told tuk to go home and that you need to go since it's almost nigh time, but tuk resisting that she wants to you bring back at the village but neteyam told her no since you need to go home so tuk petted you last time and bid you farewell.

"Damn we almost got caught there" you said as you returned back beside neteyam. "So when will you gonna tell me you can turn into a creature?" He said at you while you scoffed "What do you mean creature for your information it's a crow, what you never saw a bird that has a feather?" You sass at him while he just looked at you deadpan. You just sighed as you walk off from the water and headed straight to near the village while neteyam hurriedly followed you.

Neteyam constantly pester you about how did you turned into your crow form meanwhile you turn deaf to any words he asked as the two of you continue walking both of heard a group of boys laughing. And looking at where it was you saw it was the chief son and his friends laughing something as they dismount in their ilu. Neteyam grasped your hands and quietly and walked away from the group so the both of you won't be noticed by them. But stopped when both of you heard what they were laughing about.

"Can't believe he thought we were going hunting" said on of fish boy friends as he laughed "yeah right and it only takes for him to agree to got outside of the reef is to meantion his older brother" as the group walked while still laughing as fish boy has a smirk at his face "I think he can find his way back after all his toruk makto son?". Hearing who it was you felt neteyam tighten his hold at your hands as you looked at him worriedly at him and to lo'ak.

Letting go of your hand he angryly walked at the direction where the group who was still laughing. As you quietly headed at the bushes to hide you watched neteyam pushed the others and holding the shoulders to to face him. The scene was scary seeing neteyam beared his fangs and hissed at fish boy friends run away and he who looked scared after threatining fish boy to tell him everything when he told what happend neteyam looked at him deadly as he grasped fish boy neck hard as both of them walked at the village to his house.

You who was still hiding at bushes while watching some volunteer go on search party to find lo'ak as you continue to watch you saw neteyam and heading along with his father but stopped as he looked at you and quietly headed at you. But stopped as you looked at him with no "it's okay I can go home your brother is important go find him" you mouthed at him and tilted your head to go follow his father. Looking complicated but nodded as he turn and walked where his father at.

Waiting for a min to check if the coast clear as you transformed back into your crow form and flies at the sky. While flying you saw the lights on the sea and looking closely they found his brother and now heading straight back at the village. You sigh a relief that he was found and nothing worse happen continuing to head where your cave at as you nearing it you transformed back and walked inside as you laid down the shell you found with neteyam at the beach near the woven mat as you laid down exhausted at today's event.

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