#why did I make his hair so big in these curse his perfect locks

[ponderingmoonlight]

Imma be an anon cause I'm bit scared . I fell in love with the way u write.

May I get a Headcanon with nanami if you're comfortable 🥺

A hurt /comfort where NANAMI raised his voice at reader which lead reader to distance him for a long period?

You can go anything with the plot . Thank you!

Hey honey, I'm not writing headcanons atm because I'm not comfortable with, but I decided to turn this into a full on fic instead - hope you like it, let me know! ♡

Nanami Kento raising his voice at you

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Synopsis: He had no other choice but to scream at you in the middle of a fight, snapping at you like he never did before. It took both of you a few weeks to realize that you can't be with each other...

Warnings: Listen, I adore the gentleman Nanami fics (as you can see on my own blog lol) but it was so much fun to let this man snap as well, to let his temper show once, this is a classy hurt to comfort with some angst - enjoy!

„Don’t do it, (y/n). You’ll get yourself in serious danger. Stay behind me and let me handle this.”

You huff in sheer frustration, eyes piercing through the back of his perfect undercut. Why? Why isn’t Kento Nanami able to trust you? You are a grade 1 sorcerer just like he is, so skilful with handling your sword that even Gojo is impressed by your abilities. But despite all of that, he positioned himself in front of you instantly when that special grade curse appeared, blocking every minor attack that might come your way.

Oh, how much you love that man, how much you adore the way he cares about you deeply. It’s not a secret to anyone how you feel for each other, how your eyes light up when he enters the room, how his gaze instantly softens for only you.

“I’m a big girl, I can handle this myself.”

But this is too much. Damn, you’ve been a jujutsu sorcerer as long as he is, constantly training to get better and better. It’s not fair to lock you out of this fight when your-

“Stop contradicting me all the time!”

The sharp tone in his usual calm voice makes you flinch, body moving backwards automatically when he turns around. His eyes are cold, so cold that your blood seems to freeze in your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, especially not when it comes to you. That sweet and tender man with a face that doesn’t show any emotion most of the time now looks down at you with venom spitting from his orbs, arms so tight that his veins look like they’ll burst any minute.

“This is too big for you. Now do me a favour and stay.in.line.”

“But I’m-“

“ENOUGH!”

“Kento!”

“You are acting like a stupid child! Now do what I said!”

You are lost at words, eyes staring into his furious ones until he turns around and hunts after the blue-haired curse named Mahito again.

A wave of agony washes over you before you can stop it, body feeling numb. It’s ridiculous to be hurt about his words, surely he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you, but still…

You swallow hard. But still it fucking hurts. Since you’ve known him, Kento never snapped at you. Not once, not in a million lifetimes. He was always tender when expressing his opinion just like you are. Yes, there were never heated arguments, cruel words or loud voices from any of you. But he just broke that unsaid rule.

He really hit you where it hurts.

-back at jujutsu high-

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

Your fingers ruffle through the pink hair in front of you gently, eyes scanning over Yuji’s bruised body. What an impressive boy he is. How did he manage to break through this sphere, to almost end that curse? For a new jujutsu sorcerer, he is remarkably skilled - and a true sweetheart on top.

“I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me, (y/n)-san. How are you feeling? You seem so…I don’t know, different I guess. Are you alright?”

You force a small smile onto your shaky lips. Is it selfish that you can’t forget the way Kento barked at you, that he basically told you you are too weak for this fight? You wish you were better than that, strong enough to outstand your self-seeking feelings and visit him in the hospital wing.

But you simply can’t. Not right now. Not when his stinging voice is still so present in your mind.

“Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“Hey, how you’re doing, sweet cheeks? Nanami is asking for you, are you free?”

You swallow away the big lump forming in your throat, eyes not daring to look up at her.

“Actually, I still have to tell Gojo what happened. Thank him for his invitation, I have to keep going.”

You need to get out of here as fast as possible, away from the stinging gaze of Shoko who knows exactly something’s up, who eyes you up and down. As if in trance you storm out of the hospital wing, straight into the burning hot sunlight, heart pumping so hard against your ribcage that you feel like fainting any possible minute.

“ENOUGH!”

His voice still echoes through your head, makes you feel like a child again. Kento never looked at you this coldly, without any emotion in his usual so soft orbs. What on earth did you do to upset him like this? After all, you were on countless missions together before, defeated multiple grade 1 curses side by side. What was different this time? Was it Yuji, the bad weather? Why did he decide to scream at you like this?

“What are you doin’ here? I was already on my way to look after you in the hospital wing. Aren’t ya supposed to be by Nanami’s side?”

Your heart stops for a minute. Fuck, Gojo Satoru and his cheeky smile are definitely the last thing you need right now. If he only knew how much his words make your heart sting in agony, how much strength it costs you to act like nothing happened. You know how ridiculous it must be, avoiding the love of your life over some random words and a harsh tone.

But you can’t help it.

“I was on my way to report about the mission”, you explain briefly.

“Is there something you need to tell me? C’mon, you can’t even look at me (y/n).”

Your glossy eyes dart towards Gojo. God, how pathetic you feel. Why aren’t you able to just get over it and move on? Why are you making things so hard for both you and Kento, standing here on the brink of tears instead of being by his side?

“I can’t have it right now, Gojo. Just leave me alone.”

But despite the way your heart aches for him, you continue walking towards your dorm. That stone cold look on his face, the way he clenched his fists.

“This is too big for you.”

“You are acting like a stupid child.”

You shake your head violently. No, you aren’t able to simply forgive and forget what you saw that mission. This man wasn’t the Kento Nanami you know and love, not the man you thought he was. What if it was all a lie? What if this is what he really sees in you? A weakling, a dumb child.

Breathe in, breathe out, don’t lose your composure.

“I need some time for myself…”

-a few weeks later-

Kento hates it with every fiber of his being. Waking up in the morning, your face still present in his sleep-drunken mind until reality hits him. Since he lashed out, you didn’t talk more than a few necessary sentences with him. And even though you don’t seem to be cold and distant, everything just changed.

Oh, if he could turn back time, if he was able to take back all those things he said to you. He should have stopped when you flinched backwards, should have stopped when your eyes turned glossy. But he knew your life was in serious danger, that Mahito is no curse to be messed with. The decision between hurting your feelings or watching you die…

At least you’re safe. At least Mahito was too focused on finishing him to even involve you into his sphere. This should be everything he cares about, it’s only naturally that you are hurt. But still…What would he do to hold you again, what would he do for you to smile at him as brightly as you did back then. He misses you with his whole heart.

“You could just try talking to her, y’know? I bet (y/n) might understand”, Gojo tries to cheer him up, legs laying stretched out on the table between them.

“I don’t want to force myself onto her. After all, I deserve her anger and disappointment.”

And oh, it was written on your face. The way your trembling lips parted, how your eyes widened just the slightest when his words hit you like a train.

“C’mon, don’t be so hard on yourself-“

“I hurt her. And I will never forgive myself for doing that”, he interrupts the white-haired man determined.

“Well, could you forgive yourself if she got killed?”

Nanami lets out his breath, simply stares into the distance. Of course Gojo is right. Damn, he doesn’t regret his decision. But still…

It hurts.

“Sorry. Do you have a minute to…talk?”

His heart stops beating. There you stand, nervously picking on your nails while you look at him. God, he always looks so fine. Why on earth does he have to look so fine? No, you have to focus. After all, you are here to talk things out. These last weeks were nothing but torture for you, your heart bleeding waterfalls every time you saw him. Oh, you never knew you were able to crave someone else this badly.

But there you are, standing in the door like an idiot.

“You sure can! I’m doing…some other stuff I guess. See ya!”

Within the blink of an eye, Gojo is gone in the wind and leaves you alone with him.

“You don’t have to stand there. Please, sit down.”

That gentle tone you know you well, his inviting voice that makes your stomach drop from time to time. With wobbly legs, you cross the room to sit opposite to him on the still warm chair of Gojo.

What are you supposed to say? How are you supposed to act? Your mind goes blank, forgets every little piece of conversation you trained these last days. Fuck, why are you even here? Maybe you should just leave-

He grabs your hand.

Nanami Kento grabs your hand.

“Let me apologize for the things I said to you back then. It was in no way right to snap at you like that. But when I saw what Mahito is able to do, when I realized he is far better than all the other special grade courses I ever encountered…(y/n), it might sound selfish, but all I could think about was saving you.”

You stare at him in utter disbelief, heart beating out of your chest. Did he…did he really say that?

“You…wanted to save me…”

“You are a skilled jujutsu sorcerer, probably better than me. But if it wasn’t for Yuji, I would be dead by now. To think that you might die…I couldn’t take it, (y/n). You are everything to me.”

“Everything…”

“This might be the wrong moment, the worst timing for saying such things. But I love you, (y/n). I loved you with all my heart for ages, love you for everything you are. Even though you aren’t able to forgive me what I said, even though you don’t want to see me again…(y/n), I love you.”

The countless nights you kept yourself awake pondering about how he feels for you, the countless nights his words echoed through your heart. The countless nights you thought you interpreted his affection wrong, that he doesn’t feel the same.

Vanished into thin air.

Nothing but a fade whisper in the darkness.

“These last weeks you were all I could think about. I thought you might not feel the same, that you might not be the person I thought you were-“

He squeezes your hands firmly, the troubled ocean of his eyes getting lost in yours.

“I’m not able to put my feelings into words the way you deserve it, (y/n). But I know for sure that I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

You snap. All these nights without him, the grief you were put through, his gorgeous face close enough to touch while you couldn’t allow yourself to. With a swift motion you crawl over the table that divides the two of you, closing the distance of these past weeks with a kiss.

A kiss that contains all the anger, the disappointment and the affection you hold for him. That gorgeous man who swept you off your feet. That gorgeous man who showed a side you’ve never seen before, who risked his own life in order to save yours.

Nanami Kento.

“God, I love you (y/n). I love you so much”, he mutters against your lips, hands pressing you firmly against his warm body.

“I don’t want to let go again.”

He smiles against your mouth, eyes gleaming like the sun itself.

“Then don’t”.

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[crowsofdarkness]

Moment Of Weakness: Chapter Two

*gif not mine. credit to owner*

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: language, 18 + smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence, kidnapping.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Note: If anyone is interested, tags are open for this! Just send me a message or comment!

The winter air of New York brushed past me as I quickly entered the office, shaking off the cold and snow from my hair. The weekend had come to an end, a lonely and quiet weekend, so I was glad to be back at work. As I closed the distance between the front door and my desk, I was shocked when my eyes landed on the figure sitting in my chair. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you were taking over my job today. I could have stayed home in my warm bed,” I joked. 

Bucky smiled. “My job is one thing but there’s no way I could do what you do.” 

I hung up my jacket and bags on the coat rack that was behind my desk. “Do you need me to do something?” 

“I had a few minutes before my first meeting so I wanted to check in with you, see how you’re doing.” 

“So far so good,” I nodded. “It’s easy work.” 

Bucky’s brow peaked while he leaned back in the chair. “Oh really?”

My one hand sprawled on the desk while I leaned into it, the other hand on my hip. 

“I thought that since I was working for a mob gang that I would be cleaning up blood or hiding bodies but all I’ve done is run coffee and make copies.” I shrugged, eyes locked with Bucky’s. “Maybe you’re a big softy, who knows.” 

The sarcasm was evident in my voice. 

A low chuckle rumbled from Bucky’s chest and he slowly stood, the height of him towered over me. His bright eyes shined as he slowly licked his lips, our faces so close but not close enough. I could feel my heart jump into my throat causing my breath to get caught. 

He smelled of cedarwood, like the outdoors, and it comforted me almost instantly. 

“Has anyone ever told you that you can be a smartass?” His voice was low, husky, and it caused my core to twitch. 

I cleared my throat. “Once or twice.” 

The air shifted around us as his hand began to slowly raise, ready to move the loose strand of hair that fell into my eyes. I sucked in a breath as I felt his soft touch tuck it behind my ear, his vibranium fingers lingering on the skin of my neck. 

My fingers spread over his wide chest and I marveled at the way it felt beneath. They began to graze down but the front door opened, her petite voice calling for Bucky. I hurriedly stepped away from him, creating enough distance between us. 

“I brought breakfast!” Natasha smiled while holding up a brown bag. 

Bucky’s gaze stayed on me for a few moments before looking towards his wife and plastered a smile on his face. “I didn’t know you were coming by.” 

They shared a kiss which caused me to look down at my feet, suddenly feeling very out of place. 

“You rushed out this morning and you didn’t eat so I thought I would surprise you.”

It was almost as if she was avoiding me, not bothering to look my way, which I didn’t find myself complaining about. As they shared yet another kiss, I did my best to leave them be but my feet haltered when Bucky’s voice sounded in my ears. 

“Can you cancel my first meeting?” 

I raised a brow. “Are you sure? It’s with Mr. Stark and he’s been trying to get a meeting with you for the last month.” 

Bucky cursed with his hands on his hips. 

“I’m sure he would understand, right? Breakfast with your wife should come first,” Natasha said. 

I couldn’t stop the way my eyes rolled. 

“I can see if he’s fine with meeting later? You’ve got an hour free for lunch. I don’t think it’ll take that long, right?” I suggested. 

The smile that pulled at Bucky’s lips made my heart flutter. 

“That should work. Thank you, Y/N.” 

I watched with sad eyes as the two of them walked into his office, his hand on her lower back. 

“Hi, Mr. Stark. This is Y/N calling from Mr. Barnes office again. Something came up and he won’t be able to make his ten o'clock meeting. I’m wondering if there was any way we could push it back to one this afternoon. Give me a call back at this number. Thank you.” 

I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes with a sigh. I had spend the last hour trying to get a hold of Mr. Stark, only to be met with his voicemail. 

“Hopefully he gets the voicemail before it’s too late,” I grumbled to myself. 

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the wall behind me and when the sound of a woman moaning grazed my ears, my stomach fell into the pits of my stomach. 

“Oh, Bucky. It's so good.” 

I cleared my throat and did my best to block out their moans, keeping my attention on my work.

You wish it was you, though. 

I mentally smacked the thought away and hummed a tune to myself. It worked for a bit, the moans started to sound farther away. 

“Is Bucky busy?” 

I looked away from my computer and gave Steve a warm smile. “Yeah, Natasha is-.” 

We both heard a very loud crash followed by Bucky’s deep moans. It caused my insides to burn and I discreetly adjusted myself, hoping the itch would subside. 

“How long has that been going on?” Steve nodded behind me. 

“Way too fucking long,” I grumbled.

He noticed that I had been bothered by the sounds coming from Bucky’s office so Steve sat on the edge of my desk next to me and looked down towards me.

“I need your honest opinion about something,” he said, stretching out his long legs. 

I leaned back in my chair while looking up at him. “About?” 

Steve ran a hand through his long hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. “I’ve been thinking about cutting my hair back to how it used to be; short.” 

My eyes doubled in size. “No way. You can't. I can’t even imagine you with short hair and clean shaven.” 

Steve chuckled and scratched at his beard. “It used to be my look back in the day.” 

I snorted. “Back in the day? How old are you?” 

“Way too old, I feel,” he laughed with me. 

“But honestly, don’t cut your hair,” I said while raising to my feet. My fingers messed with his long locks. “I like it this way.” 

His chest rumbled in bliss as I gently scratched his head and his fingers ghosted over my thigh. 

“What are you doing tonight?” Steve asked. 

My fingers were now twirling in the ends of his hair. “Are you asking me out, Rogers?” 

He shrugged. “One drink?” 

I gnawed on my bottom lip, weighing the decision in my mind. There was chemistry between us, it would be wrong to deny myself that especially since the one my heart had yearned for was unavailable. 

The door clicked open behind me, Natasha and Bucky walking out. She was busy fixing her blouse that she didn’t notice Steve and I; Bucky, however, did. 

Bucky’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of us, Steve’s hand on my hip while I continued to mess with the hairs at the back of his neck. 

“What’s going on here?” He questioned. 

Steve sighed. “Impeccable timing as always, Buck.” 

I stood frozen in Steve’s grasp, unable to move because of the look Bucky was giving me. I went to explain but the front door now opened and I groaned when I saw who walked in. 

“Mr. Stark, did Y/N not call you?” Bucky questioned the man while extending his vibranium hand. 

He shook Bucky’s hand while shaking his head. “Tony, please. And I never got a phone call. Is everything alright?” 

“I called you a few times and left you a voicemail about rescheduling your meeting today,” I informed him. 

The anger radiated off of Bucky as he turned his attention towards Natasha, laying a kiss on her lips. “I’ll call you later, alright?” 

She nodded and bid all of us a quick goodbye, leaving through the door Tony arrived in. 

“Well it’s a good thing I’m free now,” Bucky extended his arm towards his office. “Shall we?” 

Tony nodded and walked into the office. 

Bucky’s eyes landed back on me and Steve. “Are you going to join us, Steve or are you too preoccupied with Y/N?” 

My shoulders fell at the tone of his voice. He was clearly upset that I had decided to flirt with Steve and not continue my work. 

Steve sighed. “Of course not. Punk.” 

He punched Bucky’s shoulder before he disappeared into the office. 

“I swear I left Mr. Stark a voicemail asking to reschedule,” I explained. 

Bucky took a step towards me and I felt the heat from him engulf around me. His breathing was slow but erratic. 

“I’d suggest you keep your mind on your work and not flirt with the men that work here,” his voice was low. 

I scoffed. “Excuse me?” 

Bucky went to speak but Tony appeared in the doorway and pointed between us. 

“Should I come back? This seems like it needs to be discussed.” 

“No,” Bucky kept his eyes trained on me. “We will finish this later.” 

All I did was nod as I watched Bucky walk into the office now with Tony and let the door slam behind him. 

[nerak-01]

"I love you- NOT~!!" (PART 1)

childhood bestfriend/crush katsuki bakugo x hopeless romantic reader

synopsis: Love is so addictive. You know, even when you've never really felt it. The feeling of being in love is even worse when your counterpart doesn't reciprocate.

tw: female reader, cursing, angst, heartbreak, bakugo being oblivious/a little insensitive, crying, reader relying on herself

author's notes: REPOST; BUT GET EXCITEDD CUZ PART 2 IS GETTING POSTED SOON!! I'm so sorry this has taken me so long. Writing block + workload + no romance = absolute sadness. UGH! NEW YEAR, NEW ME!! Happy 2024, Darlings!

wrd count: 800+ not edited!

Katsuki Bakugo and you go way back. It all started in grade school when you first caught sight of the brooding child, Bakugo.

You were supposed to focus on learning how to add and subtract fractions, but instead, your attention drifted to the boy sitting next to you. Your desk mate was laser focused on the lesson as his garnet red eyes seemed to bore into the teacher's. It gave you the perfect opportunity to judge this potential friend. He had wild blonde hair that somehow looked neat, framing his chubby cheeks. He had a button nose, cute. You concluded that your desk buddy was adorable, and he would be an excellent first friend. Oh, if only you knew.

From an adorable childhood in the suburbs, to an awkward and moody middle school period, and then a slight reflection in high school, Katsuki Bakugo had changed alongside you. You saw Bakugo go from his messy blonde locks, to spikes. He saw you change from an awkward bangs stage to a more defined hair part. Your friendship bloomed as the two of you were able to confide in one another as the years passed. Bakugo got sassier, and you shot back the same attitude. You differed when it came to feelings. That became abundantly clear when puberty and dating became a middle school topic. Bakugo used to talk to you about how girls were annoying and unbearable. He said he never would understand the appeal of dating. You dumbly nodded along, as if your heart wasn't hammering in your chest every time Bakugo Katsuki was in the vicinity. It was like your heart was a professional Bakugo tracker. Perhaps that's when you should have realized that you were in too deep.

All the same, high school left you high and dry. U.A was a challenge in and of itself, but adding rocky childhood feelings wasn't exactly ideal. Especially when Bakugo began to realize that he was a little more interested in relationships as he got older. You remember one instance as clear as day...

"Hey, Y/n, I'm waiting for someone, don't fucking wait up," Bakugo muttered. He didn't make direct eye contact with you. You swear you could make out the faintest pink blush on his cheeks.

"Oh? You got a special someone finally?" Y/n laughed. You hoped your tone sounded teasing and not sour. You wondered if Bakugo would ever realize how your lip wobbles or how you fidgets anxiously with your shirt whenever he talked about relationships. He was so observant unless it came to feelings.

"You could say that. I'm going out with Mina, one on one." Bakugo always did this when he was nervous. His answers became more brief and he seemed more guarded.

"Listen, big guy, you got this. I'm sure Mina and you will have a blast. I don't know, give her some Katsuki charm~!" You winked while pointing finger guns at him.

"Piss off!" Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you know you saw a slight smile right before. Your silliness worked as his hands relaxed from balled fists. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to dart to the approaching pink figure. Katsuki exhaled loudly, as if trying to ground himself.

You turn around and watch Mina with him. You understand why Bakugo was interested in her; she was fierce, outgoing, bubbly, easy on the eyes, and you assumed her curves helped. Whatever the reason, when you looked at Bakugo again, his eyes seemed to shine in a way he never could with you. His perfect pink lips parted slightly like he was in a trance by her.

"I wonder if I'll ever have that effect on a guy," you mumbled quietly. You didn't mean to let it slip out, but judging by Bakugo's zombie state, you doubt he's even listening to you.

"What did you say?" Bakugo asked, still not looking back at you.

"Nothing, have a good date." With that, you left Bakugo to head back to your dorm, by yourself, for the first time in a year. As you walked, you wondered if he ever knew you like you patiently grew to know him. You knew he had a mole on the left side of his growing adam's apple; you knew his top twenty hero list by heart; and most importantly, you knew exactly when Bakugo first fell in love with a real girl. At the very moment and forever more, Ashido Mina was the first girl Bakugo truly had a crush on.

You're not sure when your cheeks got damp, but you noticed you were crying when your nose was runny. Unlike the past, Bakugo would always be there to call you 'stupid' and wipe away your tears with his callous hands. Now, you sat alone in your dorm room, sobbing in one of his old t-shirts. You had this since you were in grade seven. Bakugo grown quickly, but his All-Might t-shirt was one of the first ever gifts he gave you himself.

Even thinking about him now hurts your head. To think someone who caused you so much grief, could still be the one you cherished most.

[bluejeanstrash]

why don’t we kiss since we’re bored? 

for this request. thank you again, anon 🫶

tags: just some good old-fashion slice of life fluff | w/c: 940

‘uhm, do you want to bake something?’ seungcheol suggests, reading off a list on his phone.

‘not really’ you mumble, eyes shut. baking required effort, dishes, and cleaning at minimum; absolutely no way you both would follow through. ‘plus, do you even have anything we can bake with?’

he shakes his head no which you can’t really see, but the sound of him locking his screen tells you everything you need to know. 

‘let’s give up’ you sigh, pulling at the loose threads of the fluffy carpet you both are laying on. 

‘mmm. let’s’ he agrees, grabbing your busy hand and bringing your interlocked fingers to rest on his stomach.           

right now you were supposed to be sitting pretty in a gorgeous private garden (that had an insane waitlist but thankfully having a celebrity boyfriend had a few perks), pouring bubbly into a tall glass while your boyfriend took “candid” pictures of you, and you of him. it was a picnic date that had been in the works for weeks.

and up until the morning the weather looked promising—sunny with a slight chill as was forecasted. but then came the unannounced downpour, dampening the weather first and the mood shortly after. 

normally rainy days in were always welcome, but this date was something you both were really looking forward to since you didn’t really get to do “public dates”. well, not today either. 

still, you did try salvaging the day by suggesting ideas (do you want to watch a movie? why don’t we play something? let’s do a puzzle?) while simultaneously shooting each down. 

now, defeated, you lay next to each other, the sound of the rain constant like the rise and fall of seungcheol’s tummy. it’s quiet for a few minutes but when he takes in a sudden inhale of air, you can tell he’s about to speak.

‘why don’t we…kiss since we’re bored?’ a question so unexpected, it elicits an unattractive snort out of you.

‘what?’ you open your eyes, turning your face to him. 

he explains how it’s a thing, a slang they used to use back in the day.

‘wooow, you’re looking at me straight in the eyes and lying these days, huh? i see how it is’

‘i swear! it’s an actual thing!’

‘okay then’ you turn your body to face him, easily convinced ‘let’s kiss since we’re bored’

he breaks into a dimpled smile, doing the same. he places one firm hand on your waist pulling you closer to a kissable distance.

‘hi’ from him soft and fond.

‘HI-IIII’ from you loud and playful, making him chuckle.

he brings a hand up to your face, gently brushing your hair back while his soft gaze admires you and all your little (im)perfections ‘why are you so pretty? huh?’ he questions, a finger tapping your nose. 

‘why are you?’ and with that your lips meet, soft and sweet, both of you sinking into a space of familiarity. outside, as the rain hits the ground heavier your kisses deepen. 

soft hums are replaced by needier breaths as you make out, taking his lower lip in between your teeth to bite teasingly as his grip tightens around your waist. you’re both completely into it when a loud crack of thunder interrupts, causing you to flinch, accidentally biting his lower lip at little too hard.

‘fuck!’ he curses, wincing at the shooting pain. 

‘fuck, i’m so sorry! are you okay?’ you grab his face, trying to see if that drew blood.

‘i’m fine, i’m fine. are you okay?’

‘i’m fine. i’m so sorry. the thunder, it- it scared me’

‘i know baby, i know, it’s okay’ he reassures, gently rubbing your back, like he did when you were anxious. 

‘does it hurt?’ you fuss, stroking your thumb along his bottom lip knowing he’d love it. and god, he does. seungcheol is a sucker for these moments—a little sniffle, a non-existent cut, and barely-there bruise—he wants all of it to be a big deal.

‘yes’ he pouts. it really didn’t, there was an initial sting but now he just wants to drag this out.

‘i’m so sorry, baby’ you say, pressing a sweet apology to where it “hurts”, and another for good measure.

‘okay, so kissing is out’ you cross another off the list. 

‘no, wait, why?!’ you remind him he was just saying how his lip hurts to which he replies ‘but it feels better when you kiss it’ 

you roll your eyes, not able to stop the smile that spreads across your face.

‘i like kissing you’ a sudden confession.

‘i like kissing you too’ you reply as your lips meet again. you kiss as his hands move from your face to find your hand, interlacing fingers; yours move to caress his hair; his find their way back to your waist; then your legs drape over each other, both of you a tangle of limbs. somewhere amidst the many kisses and warm touches, he grabs a throw, placing it over you both, wrapping you in a bubble of comfort. there’s a serene grey hue that fills the room as the overcast skies clear and disappear. 

‘promise me one thing?’ he suddenly pulls away, feeling compelled to complete this thought.

‘mhmn?’

‘promise me you’ll kiss me for the rest our lives?’ he asks, saying incredibly romantic things without so much of a warning. you feel this sudden warmth fill you, all the way down to your toes. 

‘i promise’ you vow, the warm fuzzy feeling now in seungcheol’s chest as you lean back in to seal it with a kiss.

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 113 }

give me love.

akira kurusu x fem. reader

12 months to fall

general notes: unedited; both akira and the reader are in their 20s; the story takes place in roughly the south-eastern part of the united states (think north carolina, tennessee, virginia, etc)

{ caught in a river of records and dreams | oh, will you keep up with me? | everyone's looking for someone to hold | but i can't let you go... }

{ 2019 }

september

the fresh scent of autumn was in the air, and there was an excitement felt coursing through your veins. you were eager to start your first milestone here, your university life at the ripe age of 20.

your university was well-known, despite it being in the middle of a small town. it accepted thousands upon thousands of students each year, and you were proud to be one of them. the campus was gorgeous, and you found yourself being distracted by the various trees planted throughout it and the way the leaves changed colors. as you looked around, your breath was immediately taken away at the sight of a grand oak tree settled a few feet away.

it was as though you were drawn to it, the colors reminding you of a fiery sunset as you seemed to gravitate toward it without even a second thought. the moment you stood beneath it, you allowed your hands to gently touch at the orange leaves, not realizing such beauty could exist.

you were stuck admiring the tree for an unknown amount of time, becoming aware of someone who stood in your periphery. you said nothing to the stranger, just continued to admire the branches of the oak tree when a soft voice was heard.

"i did not realize it would be so beautiful here."

what caught you off guard was the faint traces of an accent beneath his tone. being filled with a curiosity, you look to your right to see what had to be the most beautiful young man you had ever laid eyes on.

he had wavy, ebony locks of hair and wore a pair of glasses that covered his stormy, grey eyes. he was tall and lanky, but you had a hunch that he was much stronger than he looked as you trailed your eyes down his form before looking back at his eyes. his full lips were halfway parted as he met your gaze, not once breaking eye contact with you, and the intensity of his stare was enough to make your cheeks heat up in response.

your heart was pounding, and you felt shy suddenly, unable to hold his gaze as you looked away from him. "y-yes, i've seen the leaves changing colors before, but not with such bright intensity."

you wanted to talk to this perfect stranger some more, but was cut off when your alarm went off from the confines of your bag. with a gasp, you hastily take your phone out to see the time read 9:00am, meaning you had fifteen minutes to get to your first class of the day.

letting out a tiny curse, you were about to say your goodbyes to this perfect stranger when he stops you, placing his hand on your wrist. "w-wait, don't go, i-i'm a bit lost and am unsure of where to go for my first class of the day."

you ask him what class he had, and when he says the same name of your first class of the morning, you gave him a wide smile and take a hold of his hand.

"that's perfect, we share the first class together then. come with me, i'll take you."

without giving it a second thought, you take a hold of his hand and interlock your fingertips together with his, unaware of the way the slightest dust of pink was seen settled against his cheek.

october

akira kurusu was his name, and you found out that he had come to your university as an exchange student, where he would spend a year learning about what being a student was like here in the u.s. he tells you about how he spent most of his life growing up in a small town and how due to certain circumstances, he had to spend his second year of high school in the big city.

when you asked him why he had to move at such an odd place in time, a strange look of discomfort fell over him, with akira telling you it was just something he had to do. his tone was closed off, and it was clear that he didn't wish to talk about it.

wanting to change the subject for his sake, you asked about his desire to come here to the states and was relieved when you heard him perk up once more. you spent some time enjoying a warm cup of coffee at your university's café, wishing to get to know akira better as he spoke about his interests. you felt awkward, trying to determine how akira wanted you to address him as, since you knew that in japan, many people referred to there peers by their last name. for the past couple of weeks, you have been referring to akira by his surname, but the strange glint in his eyes each time you called him kurusu made him feel too distant from you.

when you told akira about this concern, akira simply smiled at you, "you may call me akira, since i see you as a friend... well, my only friend here, really."

he was truly such a sweet and intelligent young man, telling you about how he held an interest in learning and taught himself english when he was a teenager.

you compliment him on his drive and how flawlessly he spoke. "seriously, english is a really tough language to learn, so i'm so proud of you and your hard work ku- i-i mean, a-akira."

you found yourself stuttering when you said his name, tasting it on the tip your tongue for the first time. akira's eyes widen the moment he hears you say his name, and you could have sworn you say a light tinge of pink against his cheeks.

seemingly embarrassed, akira lets out a cough before holding his cup of coffee, taking a sip of it so as to distract himself. he was acting a bit...strange- flustered was more like it. and with akira being so flustered, it made your own cheeks heat up in response.

"i-i'm so sorry, did you prefer me to call you kurusu instead-"

"no!" akira begins to vehemently shake his head, setting down his cup of coffee as a genuine smile paints his soft features. "i-i actually like how my name sounds against your lips..."

akira keeps his grey eyes on you while murmuring your own name in response, the syllables being enough to make your heart pound in response, not quite getting used to the sound of his smooth voice saying your name.

and it was in that moment that you realized you liked how your name sounded against akira's lips as well.

november

"akira sounds like such a wonderful friend, sweetheart. you should invite him over for thanksgiving!"

"m-mom!" something about her suggestion makes your entire face heat up in embarrassment.

you were nearly done with the semester, and thanksgiving break was only a few days away. after you completed your exam, you would be free to return home and enjoy the holiday with your family. but your mother's suggestion made you consider inviting akira along.

"you said that your best friend is originally from japan, right? so it doesn't seem likely that he'll go back home for just a few days. me and your father would not mind if you invited him over."

the offer was truly tempting for you as you chewed on your bottom lip, considering it. it didn't feel right to leave akira all alone when at least 90% of the school would be leaving to go back home to their families. just picturing akira all alone in his dorm room made your heart ache, and with your mother's permission, you figured having akira join you for thanksgiving would be needed.

you spend a few more minutes talking to your mother before hanging up the phone. going through your messages, you click on akira's name, the pad of your thumbs poised over the keyboard as you thought of what to say to him. as if akira himself had read your mind, you see a new text pop up from him that reads:

akira 🤓 📖 : [ hey, are you free right now? i just bought some hot cocoa for us! can i come over? ]

you 🌅 : [ YES! my roomie just left yesterday since she didn't have to take any exams. i'm all alone rn and it's kinda freaky here 😭 ]

akira 🤓 📖 : [ alright, i'll be over in a minute ❤️ ]

you felt butterflies erupt all across your abdomen upon seeing his little heart at the end, with you seeming to read his text over and over again.

you would be lying if you said that you hadn't developed a slight crush on akira kurusu. after all, he was just so soft and sweet. he gave off the aura of being the classic boy-next-door, and you wondered why he wasn't seeing anyone or was already taken.

recalling the moment you had studied with him just a few weeks ago, you brought up his relationship status out of pure curiosity (ignoring the fact that you were beginning to catch feelings for him) and was shocked to find out that he was still single.

"i was seeing someone when i was 16 and at shujin, but when i had to move back home, we had to end it. we're still on good terms though, and i consider them to be a great friend to this day!"

the familiar sensation of butterflies was felt coursing through you at the thought of akira being single, making you feel like you truly had a chance with him. however, a part of you was reluctant to truly tell him how you feel, not wishing to destroy this perfect friendship you had already developed with him.

so despite how you felt, you held back your feelings for him, wanting to cherish what you already had with such a sweet guy like akira.

a sudden knock at your door breaks you out of your prior reveries pertaining to akira, with you alerting your guest that you were coming. with an excited bounce in your step, you unlock your door to see your goofy and cheerful best friend holding up two warm cups of hot cocoa with a warm smile on his face before coming in.

"hey tr- i-i mean..." akira coughs, clearing his throat before referring you to your name. the strangeness of it all was enough to make your head tilt in question, but you ultimately decided against it. with a smile on your face, you take the hot cocoa from akira's hands while taking a sip of it. with you sighing dreamily at the taste, you beckon akira to follow you before settling yourself on the couch.

you fall into easy conversation when akira joins you, being so comfortable around each other that you had no reason to hide your true self from him. as you listened to akira speak, you felt the burning sensation creeping up against your throat.

you really wanted to ask akira if he would join you for thanksgiving, but you weren't sure if he would accept. he seemed like a very reserved person, and you didn't wish to scare him off with the plethora of family members that were bound to be in your home. but at the same time, you didn't particularly enjoy the thought of akira being all alone, either.

a soft voice calling your name coupled along with a hand being waved in front of you breaks you out of your thoughts as you see akira looking at you with concern. "are you okay? you seem out of it. is something bothering you? you know you can always talk to me about it."

the reassuring smile on akira's face was what finally gave you the courage to ask him. so, taking a deep breath, you clenched your eyes shut and told him, "m-my parents said that this was okay, but, if you can, would you like to come back home with me and spend thanksgiving with me and my family?"

the silence seemed deafening, and you were still feeling too anxious to open your eyes and meet his gaze. only when you heard the melodious sound of his laughter did you open your eyes.

the expression akira was giving you was making your heart race, with his eyes looking at you with such fondness that you found it harder to breathe. his gentle chuckle continues on for a few more seconds before he leans forward, reaching out a hand to softly grace at your cheek with the back of his hand.

"are you sure i won't intrude on your time with your family?"

you shake your head in response, feeling as though the air was sapped from your lungs the moment you witness his smile once more.

"then... if you'll have me, i don't mind spending thanksgiving break surrounded by you and your loved ones..."

december

letting akira experience thanksgiving at your household was a bit chaotic, yet so much fun at the same time. during the entire day, your parents and extended family welcomed your friend with open arms, and they had a blast learning about his culture with akira doing the same.

you were incredibly happy that akira enjoyed a lot of the foods that were piled high upon his plate, and the amount of leftovers that were still available the next day. it was so refreshing to see akira smiling so much while genuinely having such a great time.

after your finals were completed during the second week of december, you were shocked to find how quickly time was passing by, with your first semester already completed and christmas just a few days away. your parents had decided to spend the holidays up north where your grandparents resided, and you decided to stay back and spend it with akira.

when you broke the news to your mother over the phone, she seemed to understand why you wished to spend some time with akira and not leave him all alone on christmas day. she tells you how sweet he was and that she was happy for you, which in turn made you break out into a wide grin when you told her that you were only just friends with him.

yet the slight trill heard in her laughter let you know that she did not believe a single word that you said.

but truth be told, you didn't believe yourself, either.

when you told akira that you would be staying on campus, too, he gave you the brightest smile while giving you an unexpected hug. you could feel your eyes widen, taking in the scent of his cologne mixed in with coffee and something slightly spicy and sweet, like cinnamon, while returning his hug.

after a few seconds, he lets go of you while placing his hands on your shoulders. "that means we can spend christmas in my dorm. when midnight hits on the 24, come on over and we can celebrate together."

akira's excitement was palatable, and you found yourself smiling along with him while giving him an eager nod. "yes, i'll come over when midnight hits. should i make anything, or...?"

akira shakes his head before giving you a tiny smile. "there's no need, i've got everything covered. all you need to do is come by my dorm at midnight, got it?"

"got it."

you and akira still spent some time together up until the day before christmas. because he wanted to 'surprise' you, you did not get a chance to see him today, which gave you some time to wrap your present for him.

for some odd reason, akira had a deep fascination and love for arséne lupin, the gentleman thief. he often told you that his interest in learning english was to read the translated works of maurice leblanc, and that the surname leblanc held a deep meaning for him. so before finals began, you explored your local bookstore and was excited to find a leather bound copy arséne lupin, gentleman burglar.

knowing that this was the perfect gift for akira, you began wrapping the novel with a wide smile on your face. as you continued to wrap his gift, you slowly began to realize just how deeply you felt for akira, and the feelings you harbored for him were beginning to morph into something stronger than just a mere crush.

you were beginning to fall for him... hard.

once the present was completely wrapped, you looked at the time on your phone to see a text from akira:

akira 🤓 📖 : [ hey, so good news! i already completed my preparations. do you want to come over right now? ]

you found yourself smiling as you looked at the time on your phone.

you 🌅 : [ it's only 8pm. isn't it a bit too early?? ]

akira 🤓 📖 : [ yeah, i know lol but i really want to see you right now... ]

your heart was felt palpitating again, filling you with a warmth after seeing akira's text. as you chewed on your bottom lip, you began to grin before replying:

you 🌅 : [ i'll be there in 10 minutes. ]

akira 🤓 📖 liked your message.

since it was a bit cold outside, you threw on some tight fitting sweats along with a shirt and your favorite sweater, completing the look with your worn converses as you grabbed your bag and akira's present. placing the present within the confines of your bag, you fix your hair and grabbed your keys before making your way towards his dorm.

arriving in just a few minutes, you knock on akira's door, hearing some shuffling from behind as it opens just a few seconds later, revealing akira himself.

his face seemed flushed as he let out a breathless sigh of your name, welcoming you inside as he quickly beckons you to come closer. "here, come in and warm up. i've already got some dinner ready, too."

"oh wow, did you make me some curry? or omurice?" you giggle, taking off your shoes as you admired the cute cut out snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and the string of christmas lights strewn throughout the apartment.

as you admired the decorations, your eyes trail down towards the dining room table to find a bucket of fried chicken and a pure white cake settled on top of it. "what? fried chicken and cake?" you begin to giggle as you set your bag on the couch before following akira into the kitchen as he grabbed some plates.

although you knew that both of these foods were delicious, you wouldn't say that this was your typical christmas eve / christmas day meal. yet akira seemed excited all the same, "oh trust me, back home, when me and my old friends are able to spend christmas together, we would eat this and just have a good time."

the eagerness heard in his voice makes you smile, and you take one of the plates before settling yourself across from him on the table. you take some pieces of chicken while akira does the same, biting into it as you moaned at how good it tasted. "hmm, maybe you're on to something, akira. having fried chicken on christmas eve is pretty tasty."

"right? truly, i can't get enough of this."

you spoke to akira about his friends and family, and despite how he seemed to share so many fond memories with them, you could sense that he was keeping something hidden from you, something that would make his stories feel a bit more complete.

even though you held some suspicions about what akira was telling you, you allowed it to slide again since you were certain that if he wanted to tell you more, then he would do so when he was ready. you weren't going to be a bad friend and demand things from him that he wasn't ready to give.

after your delicious dinner of fried chicken, akira shares a thick slice of cake with you as you enjoyed how soft and fluffy it was. the frosting was addicting, and you were filled with so much happiness that you wanted akira to feel the same.

"hey aki?"

"hm?" akira looks away from his cake to see you getting up to take your bag. as you rummage through it, you brought out akira's gift. the two of you were completely silent as you sat back down and slid the gift across the table for him to take.

"i-it's not much, but today has been so much fun that i...i wanted to do something for y-you, too."

you watch with bated breath as akira takes the gift and carefully unwraps his. his fingertips work meticulously, and it was as though he didn't wish to tear apart the wrapping as he slowly revealed the leather bound copy of arséne lupin, gentleman burglar.

his grey eyes displayed no emotion, and you were afraid that he hated your gift. your heart was torn now, reaching out to him when he suddenly stands to walk away from you.

an iciness was felt coursing through your veins, and you felt the contents of your food swirling within your stomach, making you nauseous. your breathing became labored and you swore that you wanted to do nothing more than to get out of here, to run far away as you possible could-

yet that impulsive sensation dissipates into thin air when akira comes back with his own wrapped gift in his hands. he says nothing, simply returning to his seat settled across from you before sliding the present towards you.

all you could hear was the blushing rushing through your head as your shaky hands take the present. with careful movements, you unwrap the gift to see a slender velvet box settled on the palm of your hand. as you open up the box, you gasp upon seeing a glittering silver necklace with a snowflake pendant glimmering beneath the light.

"a treasure for my treasure." akira's voice was suddenly heard directly beside you, and you watch as his slender hands take the necklace out of the confines of its box.

you tried to keep your breathing even, yet you couldn't stop your heart from racing within your chest. you were becoming flustered, and when akira finished fastening the necklace around your neck did you finally turn around to look at him.

he wore a wide smile before leaning down closer to you. "c-can i kiss you?"

you could only manage a nod, sliding your eyes shut when you felt akira's soft lips press against yours in an achingly gentle, but sweet kiss. your first kiss with him wasn't demanding or forceful, but something that was soft and oh so giving.

after sharing a few more kisses with him did akira finally rest his forehead against yours.

while shakily saying your name, he asks, "will you be... mine?"

you would be a fool not to accept his confession.

january

time truly does go by so fast when you're having fun-

or when you're in love.

the moment you and akira became a couple on christmas eve was the best moment of your life. you had been so drawn to akira from the start and you were truly floating on cloud 9.

despite his departure looming above you, you decided to ignore such feelings of dread the moment akira must return back to japan in august. all you wanted to do was bask in the moment and spend as much time as you could with akira.

it was the evening after your first day of classes, the start of your spring semester when akira came over to your dorm to watch some movies with you on your laptop. you had a quick meal of instant ramen and put on a light, comedic film to enjoy.

you could feel akira cuddling you from behind, playing with your strands of hair briefly before softly calling your name.

"do you still want to know why i spent a year at a different school?"

you furrow your eyes a bit, reaching over towards your laptop to pause the movie. wanting to give akira your full attention, you turn around so that you were facing him, eyes glimmering with love while giving him a nod.

"yes, of course. if you trust me enough to talk about it, then yes."

he sighs before placing a kiss against your forehead. "i was sent to a different school because i was put on probation for a year, and my old school had kicked me out due to my then... criminal record."

your eyes were wide at this point, not believing that someone like akira could ever have a criminal record. akira knew what you were thinking and decided to hold you even closer to him. "i know i know. it's crazy, right? but all i wanted was to help her."

he then tells you the reasoning for his arrest, which involved a corrupt politician forcing a woman to go home with him. he didn't want the woman to do something that made her uncomfortable, and when he tried to move the man away from her, he fell due to his inebriated state.

because he was so powerful, no one believed akira when he told the cops the man had fallen by himself and was promptly arrested on the scene. you hear the way akira's voice cracked, knowing how traumatic it must have been for him as you slowly reached out to comfort him.

"oh, akira... i'm so sorry. it must have been so hard on you..."

you feel akira embrace you tightly while letting out a humorless laugh, "trust me, treasure, i've been through so much worse."

not wanting akira to be in pain, you gently frame at his face, making him face you as you could see the tears glimmering within his grey eyes. not saying a word, you leaned in to kiss him, tasting the saltiness of his tears against your lips, allowing akira to cling to you for comfort.

february

you never believed in celebrating valentine's day...

that is, until now.

you knew that it was customary in japan to make chocolates to display your romantic interest in a boy, but would it hold the same meaning if you were already in a relationship with akira?

in the end, you decided that it didn't matter, that as long as it made him happy, then you'd do something as ridiculous as making homemade chocolates for the first time just for him.

after sending akira a text that you were busy doing a project with one of your classmates (a complete lie), you spent the whole day gathering ingredients to make some chocolates for akira on this special day. while everyone else was spending it by going out to a dinner and a movie, you wanted to give akira a more traditional experience.

he told you valentine's day was kind of a big deal back where he was from and that there were many ways to celebrate it. anyone could celebrate valentine's day in either a platonic or romantic manner.

when you teased akira, asking if he got a lot of confession chocolates back when he was younger and you saw the way his face lit up in a blush was when you began laughing before kissing his cheek, commenting on how cute he was when he suddenly tackled you to the couch and began littering your face with kisses.

with the memory of that day fueling you, you put your entire heart and soul into the chocolates, following the recipe you found to the best of your abilities. a few hours later, you were able to make a decent amount of chocolate squares before individually wrapping them in cellophane and ribbons.

"whew." by the end of it all, you were sweating a bit, looking down at your basket of chocolates wrapped in a variety of different colors. it sure looked pretty, and you just hoped that it tasted even a little decent.

wishing to surprise akira, you take your basket and begin making your trek towards akira's dorm. with your heart pounding in anticipation, you knock on his door, hoping that his roommate was out and that you could spend some time with akira.

within a few seconds, you saw the door unlock with akira giving you a shocked expression. "i thought you had to do a project?"

you shake your head while holding up the basket of chocolates for him to take. "happy valentine's day, akira!"

he takes the basket of chocolates with an awed expression on his face, and you were in the midst of explaining, "now normally, i don't celebrate valentine's day at all, but i figured this would make you really happy. so, i tried to make some homemade chocolate and-"

you were cut off when akira takes a hold of your hand and crashes his lips into yours, kissing you with such fervor that it takes your breath away.

even if your chocolates may not be as sweet as you wanted it to be, akira's kisses made up for it by far.

march

akira 🤓 📖 ❤️ : [ meet me at our usual cafe, i have a surprise for you. ]

today was march 14, and you had just got out of your last class for the day when akira texted you. excited to see him again, you tell him that you were on your way and began walking toward the café with a bounce in your step.

upon entering the café, you saw akira settled on one of the tables in the corner and immediately went over to greet him. he sees you and takes you in his arms, giving you a quick kiss before gesturing at you to take a seat.

"i've got a surprise for you." he slides your favorite drink over to you, and you took a sip while basking in the warm flavor of your favorite coffee.

"mhmm, go on."

"you know the planetarium exhibit that just opened recently? well, i got us some tickets for it." akira was brimming with excitement now, completely and utterly excited for your date.

"wha- no way! that's so amazing aki! i've been dying to see it, too!" you talk about the rest of your plans for the night before akira quickly ushers you out of the café, "come on, let's get ready together, and we can enjoy our date."

with one last kiss, you tell akira that you'd meet him in the next couple of hours before heading back into your dorm to get ready. deciding to take a quick shower, you do so and make sure to clean yourself thoroughly, wanting to feel refreshed during your date with akira.

when you were done with your shower, you kept the towel wrapped around your body as you rummaged through your drawers and closet for something cute to wear. your roommate heard you pacing back and forth in your room and decides to check on you.

she knocks on your wall, catching your attention while smiling at you. "hey there, what's gotten you so jittery?"

"akira just planned the cutest and most thoughtful date for us, and i'm having trouble deciding what to wear."

you listen as your roommate lets out a hum, looking through your closet before picking out a single article of clothing. one by one, she settles the pieces on your bed before gesturing her hand out, "there we go, i think if you go with this style, it would suit you extremely well."

she gives you a wink before heading out of your room, "have fun on your date, and you can thank me later!"

you look down at all the clothes your roommate had chosen for you, only to realize that she was right-

this style was perfect for your date tonight.

you would definitely need to find a way to thank her someday.

{ ... }

when it was time for your date with akira, you met him outside of the café while dressed in the outfit your roommate had picked out for you. he seemed stunned upon seeing you for a brief moment before snapping out of it. "you look ravishing, my love."

akira meets you halfway to press a kiss against your lips, earning the widest smile from you. you wrap your arms together with his, remaining close to him as you both made your way towards the planetarium.

the walk was uneventful, but calm, with a small crowd forming outside of the building. you stood in line with akira, remaining close by his side as you rested your head against his shoulders, ready to enjoy this night with your beloved by your side.

{ ... }

after exploring the planetarium exhibit, you were left in a dreamlike state, completely mesmerized by all the beauty the universe had to offer. it was incredible to be surrounded by a sea of stars, and you were so happy akira shared this experience with you.

before you left the exhibit, akira told you to wait for him and that he'll be back in a moment. you give him a nod while standing off to the side of the exit, not questioning where akira needed to go as you browsed through your phone to pass the time.

about ten minutes later, you saw akira approach you, and that's when you lifted you head while letting out a gasp.

settled within akira's arms was a grand bouquet of roses that held a plethora of colors as its petals. a wave of emotion goes through you upon seeing the bouquet of rainbow roses, the sight so lovely that your heart ached.

"a-akira..."

"happy white day, treasure. you've made me so happy on valentine's day that i knew i had to do something equally amazing, just to show you how much i love you."

you gasp upon hearing those three special words, hands shaking as you reached out to take the bouquet or roses from his grasps. with tears streaming down your face, you grip akira from the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer as you shared yet another kiss to celebrate this amazing night.

when the need for air proved to be too much for you, akira pulls away while gently caressing at your cheek. he places one final kiss against your forehead before taking a hold of your hand. "come on, let's enjoy our night together and have some dinner. i reserved a place and would really like to try it..."

you were so incredibly happy, hugging your bouquet or roses close to you while praying that this night would never end.

april

the semester seemed to take a turn for the worst as you began to feel even more stressed out than usual with your upcoming finals as you struggled to stay afloat while amidst all the assignments.

it felt as though you were drowning, becoming so overwhelmed with everything you had to do before your spring semester ended.

and this afternoon was no better for you.

as you tried to look through your notes while typing out your study guide for one of your classes, you felt a sharp pain at the front of your head. you could feel the pinpricks of a migraine beginning to form, and you were so tired and stressed- but you needed to get this done.

letting out a shaky sigh, your hands were poised against the keyboard of your laptop once more, ready to continue typing when a sudden presence standing in front of you stops you.

"akira? what are you doing here?"

he says nothing, simply closes your laptop shut as words or protests begin forming against your lips. before you could say a word, akira ends up taking you away from your laptop and textbooks, leading you back to your room and on top of your twin sized bed.

it was a tight fit, but akira manages to lay in bed with you, holding you against his chest while gently playing with the strands of your hair. "your roommate texted me, telling me how much you were practically killing yourself with your studying."

"ugh, she's being dramatic." you groan while burying your face within his chest. "i just... have so much to do and so little time. i can't afford to-"

"you need to rest, love." akira brushes his lips against your hair, "and i will not take no as an answer."

"but-"

akira then pulls away from you, placing his lips on yours, successfully silencing you with a kiss.

"no buts, either. this is the plan... you are going to take a much needed nap with me, and when we wake up, i'll order some takeout, then we'll study together, okay?"

"okay..." was your weak reply, letting out a yawn as you fell against him, allowing your heavy eyelids to finally close. with the exhaustion felt coursing through your veins, you shut your eyes and bask in akira's warmth, feeling all of your stress melting away whilst in his arms.

may

akira's birthday was coming up, and you wanted to surprise him with a scrapbook of some sort, one that contained all of his beloved memories.

akira had no idea what your plans were, and he was currently away from his dorm to work on a group project at the library. he trusts you enough to leave you alone in his room, and you were happy for that fact.

but you wanted to make something as a type of memento for him. you had already printed out most of the pictures you had saved on your phone, but wanted to include some pictures he had of him in his hometown, if at all possible.

as you were rummaging through his room, your eyes fell onto his desk as you opened a random drawer. in it, you were surprised to find what looked like a diary with a bunch of pictures and online articles settled beneath it.

you open the diary, but could not make sense of anything that was written due to the fact that it was entirely in japanese. with a shake of your head, you place the diary to the side and look through the stack of papers beneath it.

in it, you could see a few printed pages of what appears to be an online forum called the PHAN-SITE. you caught a few other english phrases here and there, but the vast majority of it was in japanese. fueled by curiosity now, you continue rummaging through before coming across a few pictures that depicted the same group of people.

upon seeing akira standing amidst what you assumed to be his friends, you pick up the picture to admire it. they seemed to be standing in the middle of the city, and a black cat was seen settled on akira's shoulders as they were all smiling at the camera.

keeping the picture to the side, you saw something else that catches your attention. it was another article that you couldn't make out and read, yet it was the grainy, black and white photo that caught your attention.

picking up the article to get a better glimpse of the man in the picture, you saw the familiar waves of messy, black hair with a bird-like domino mask that covered his eyes. your heart was racing as goosebumps were felt all across your skin.

your hands were shaking now as you trailed your eyes over to the bolded letters settled at the top of the page.

THE PHANTOM THIEVES OF HEART STRIKES AGAIN!

the headline was enough to make you feel a bit unsteady, landing on akira's bed as you stared blankly at the online article. you were well aware of this strange phenomenon, of corrupted adults in japan having their lives changed because of this strange group of thieves.

you always found it odd that this phenomenon only occurred in japan, and was even becoming excited at the thought of the phantom thieves coming here. they were all everyone was talking about, even yourself.

so, why did akira have so many articles pertaining to them? was he once an avid fan like you were?

or could he possibly be-

that was when an epiphany hits you, with you realizing that perhaps, akira was once part of the phantom thieves of heart. you did a double take and look back at the picture featured on the article, and it was no denying of the fact that this had to be akira back in his youth.

why else would he hold on to these articles?

"hey treasure, i'm home. sorry if i kept you...waiting?"

the moment akira sees you holding on to one of the articles pertaining to the phantom thieves, he takes quick strides and rips the page out of your hand, nearly giving you a paper cut in response.

akira does not meet your gaze, and you could feel the guilt coursing through your veins at upsetting him. "i-i'm sorry, i was just trying to find hints on what to get you for your birthday and i got... carried away."

your boyfriend appeared to be close to breaking down, unable to meet your gaze as he bites down on his bottom lip.

"i... i really was going to tell you... i didn't want you to find out like this."

you stand back to your full height while brushing back his strands of hair, revealing his grey eyes to you. "you can trust me; you can tell me anything, and i'll still love you."

akira clenches his eyes shut before bringing you into his arms. he crushes you against him before laying down in bed with you. it was then that he spent the next several hours telling you everything, how his unjust arrest lead him and his friends to start a revolution of sorts in order to change the corrupt world around them.

the moment akira finishes telling his story, you felt your heart grow, filled with an unconditional love for him. kissing his own forehead in response, you tell him how proud you are of him for remaining so strong and for fighting for what he believed in.

akira remains silent with tears running down his face, holding you close to him as he buries your face within the curve of your neck, finding comfort in your warmth and mere presence.

june

it was finally summer break and today was akira's birthday, the day you were looking forward to celebrating the most with your beloved boyfriend.

you decided to keep this day simple and sweet, with akira staying in the dorms for a few more months before he had to go back home.

you didn't want to think about his homecoming, knowing that you would be in tears the moment he had to leave.

so instead, you focused on making this the perfect day for akira, baking him a small cake mixed in with some sprinkles in the batter. because you wanted this to be a relaxing and intimate birthday, you already had plans to order his favorite food and have it delivered around dinnertime.

with his cake finished, you spent the day spoiling him, singing happy birthday to akira while watching him make a wish before blowing out the candles.

"so what did you wish for?" you ask him with a teasing smile on your face. akira responds with his signature laugh, bringing you closer to him as he presses a kiss against your lips.

"sorry treasure, that i cannot tell you, for if i told you, then it wouldn't come true."

you roll your eyes at him, but relent, giving the tip of his nose a kiss before spoiling him even more with cuddles.

when evening came, you and akira were in the middle of enjoying your dinner. you had given him his first gift earlier, another journal and a sleek looking watch that he was currently wearing. you hadn't given him your last gift yet, wanting to wait for the perfect moment to do so.

and now, you finally had the perfect chance to give him your last gift.

as akira places all the empty takeout cartons in the bin, you called out to him, holding the last present behind your back.

"aki, can you come here?"

"of course, love."

he wipes his hand on a towel, placing it to the side before stepping closer to you. "what is it?"

not daring to speak for fear of bursting into tears, you slowly reveal the last present to him. akira's eyes were wide and he tries to tell you, "babe, the journal and watch was more than enough-"

you shake your head, silently beckoning akira to take the final gift and open it. with a nod, he does so, accepting your final gift. as he carefully unwraps it, he unveils the scrapbook you had taken some time to make for him.

as if mesmerized by the captured memories, he sees on the very first page the group picture of he and his friends that you had seen within his desk. and as he flipped the pages, that's when he saw all of the pictures you had taken together with him ever since you first started dating.

while akira flips through the pages was when you finally gathered the courage to speak,

"i made you this album consisting off all the pictures we took together... it took some time to extract them from my phone and print, b-but i truly wanted to give you something in hopes that you won't... that you won't ever forget about me."

when akira looks away from the scrapbook, he meets your gaze, and you could see the unshed tears glimmering within his steel grey eyes. he says your name, filled with emotion as he hugs you closer to him. "i could never forget you. i thought i had already felt love before, but that... that feeling is nothing to how i feel for you now."

he sets the scrapbook off to the side, framing your face with his two hands as you both began to cry. not caring about the tears that streamed down both of your faces, akira begins to kiss you deeply, crushing your body to his while holding you so tightly.

"whatever the future brings, it doesn't matter to me. because deep down in my heart, i know that i'll only love you and you alone."

akira begins to smile through his tears, using the pad of his thumb to wipe away at the moisture that streams down your eyes. "i promise you, i promise you that i'll never forget you, and that i'll always come back to you- always."

july

there were tears streaming down your face when you realized that akira had to return back to japan soon.

even though akira did everything he could to distract you from the inevitable, you still harbored such deep feelings of hurt.

you spent every day together, never once growing tired of each other. akira still cherished your gifts for him, making new memories with you as he filled the pages of his journal with details about you.

and despite how happy you felt, spending so much time with akira-

you were also feeling so hurt and miserable as well.

it was one of those nights where you began to feel sad once more, crying in akira's arms as he gently comforted you throughout the night.

"ssh, it's going to be alright. we'll see each other again, and i promise i'll text you and call you every day."

"i k-know that, aki, it's j-just." you could feel the tears brimming against your eyes again, "i can't let you go."

that was the final straw as you cried again, clinging to akira as a defeated sigh escapes from his parted lips.

"i can't let you go, either, treasure. ever since i met you, i feel as though my life has become so much brighter."

he whispers your name, catching your attention when your eyes met with his. wanting to do all he could to make you happy, he leans in and kisses you, not stopping as he wraps his arms around you, becoming a tangle of limbs in response.

you spent the whole night kissing and cuddling, basking in his whispers as you talked yourself into believing his promises of forever-

that what you had with akira was real, and that he would always come back to you.

august

you had no idea how you functioned without akira.

he had gone home on the exact date he was meant to leave, before the new semester began, and you did not wish to spend these final few weeks of summer alone. so, you went back home while trying to pretend that akira's absence didn't absolutely devastate you.

you hated the thousands of miles that stood between you and akira, and despite everything, you were glad that akira kept his end of the promise. even though there was also a huge difference in timezones, you did your best to make things work.

he would send you pictures in the middle of the night, and you could see how bright everything looked back at his hometown. he seemed happy in those pictures, being back with family and friends, yet even you could tell that his smile never could quite reach his eyes, always remaining tiny with the same glimmer of sadness in his gaze.

today, you woke up feeling groggy and admittedly, a bit upset. you texted akira first thing in the morning-

and had yet to get a reply back.

now, normally, you were able to brush it off, thinking he was busy doing some things with his family or friends. when this happens, akira always made sure to text you back within the next few hours, telling you about his day as you both fell back into an easy conversation.

so you waited...

and waited...

and waited...

but there was still no reply from akira.

around dinner, once he finished eating, your father suddenly excused himself, telling you and your mother that he had a quick errand to run, and that he'll return in the next hour or so. you barely heard him, still picking at your scarcely eaten dinner. you weren't even aware of how your father had just left, making your mother worry a bit.

"sweetheart, is everything alright? you've barely eaten today, and it's so clear that something is upsetting you."

you trail your eyes towards your phone currently settled on the counter, still with no text from akira. "it's stupid, you probably might get mad at me for feeling upset."

"i won't get mad, honey. you can tell me what's bothering you."

you felt your mother reach out a hand to you, placing it on top of yours as you sighed and relented. "it's about akira. i texted him a few times, and he still hasn't replied to me. and i just- i'm worried that i may have done something to upset him."

your mother gives you a sympathetic expression, bringing you closer to her as she embraces you fully. "don't worry, my dear. i'm sure he'll get back to you soon. just think positive, okay?"

feeling pathetic, you refuse to allow the tears to fall as you angrily began to wipe the dampness away from your eyes. heeding her words, you follow her into the living room to take your mind off of your boyfriend, putting on a random show to pass time as you both waited for your father to come home.

roughly an hour later, you hear the sound of the door unlocking as your father enters your home with what looks like some luggage. you were frowning with confusion now, "dad, what's with the luggage? who's here?"

he merely smiles at you before gesturing outside. "it's your surprise, that's who's here."

you could feel the feelings of hope coursing through your veins, making you stand from your seat on the couch as you ran barefoot out into your driveway-

only to see akira standing there, smiling brightly at you.

letting out a sob of his name, you ran towards him and threw your arms around his neck, feeling the tears of joy streaming down your face as you embraced him tightly.

"y-you idiot! i was so worried about you..."

you listen to his soft laughter once more, feeling his lips press against your hair, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, but i wanted to surprise you."

you pull away from him with a pout painted against your lips. "b-but, how? how are you here?"

akira continues to smile at you, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips before explaining, "i had your parents help me prepare for this surprise. despite how arduous the process was, i'm able to continue going to university with you."

"b-but-"

he cuts you off with another kiss, "no buts, and honestly, didn't i already tell you?"

akira basks in your presence, closing his eyes while keeping you in his arms, "i will always come back to you."

epilogue - present day

you were the first to awaken when you heard the sounds of your baby crying in the next room. filled with a panic only a mother would feel for her newborn child, you throw back your blankets and quickly rush towards her room.

you call out your daughter's name, only to see that her cries had become quieter the moment akira held her whilst rocking her back and forth. his tired grey eyes meets your gaze, and he manages to send you a tiny smile all while comforting your daughter.

the sight of akira pressing gentle kisses against his daughter's dark curls was enough to make your heart melt as you tiptoed into the room. you bask in the beauty of your husband and child cuddled together all while playfully frowning at the sight.

"i'm so jealous, our princess prefers you over me."

as if reacting to the sound of your voice, you watch as your daughter lets out a soft whine, her legs and tiny arms kicking as they desperately reached out to you. not wanting to upset her, you lean down to give her your finger, watching as she automatically relaxes within her father's embrace.

"don't be ridiculous, it's so obvious that she loves both of us equally."

akira lets out a soft chuckle, beckoning you to come closer to him. when you lean down is when akira gives you another kiss, making your heart flutter with excitement as you found yourself falling in love with him all over again.

after pulling away from akira, you both look down at your precious daughter, who was already asleep now that she was in the comfort and warmth of her father's arms, a sensation that you knew of all too well.

"akira kurusu, i am so happy to have met you all those years ago. you have been my soulmate from the start, and i will never take what we have for granted."

akira's eyes were seen becoming brighter, filled with a love and adoration that you were so used to seeing as he beckons you closer to kiss you once more.

"you took the words right out of my mouth, mrs. kurusu. you have given me the greatest treasure i could ever ask for, and for that, i am eternally yours."

a.n. - it has been so long since i have written a story for akira, and i really wanted to try this new oneshot format with the best boy in the entire world. this story was truly a labor of love, taking me around 8 hours and 9k+ words to complete this entire story. please forgive me for any mistakes, as it is still unedited 🥹 and please, do enjoy the long read ❤️

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[linos-luna]

Under his spell ❣️🔪

??!Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere , 18+ smut , manipulation , dumbification , unprotected sex, fingering, extreme jealousy, dub con ?

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Hyunjin must have you under a spell or something because there is no way you should’ve stayed with him for so long. He was romantic but he was also extremely clingy and obsessive. He would get easily jealous and was so controlling that you could barely go anywhere without him. Hyunjin is a beautiful man, with a perfect body and gorgeous eyes. Looking at his eyes can make you putty in his hands and he knew that. He knows exactly how to get what he wants from you.

You wanted to go out and see some friends. It had been 2 weeks since Hyunjin let you out and you were getting desperate for the outside world.

You thought he was gone; you had heard him leave and once he did, you quickly got changed and grabbed your purse.

As you made your way to the door you suddenly felt a grip on your shoulder and was yanked back, causing you to trip and fall backwards on your ass.

You looked up to see your boyfriend standing there with his arms crossed.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“Out…”

“No you’re not!” He said shaking his head, smiling sarcastically.

“I want to see my friends!” You pouted as you tried getting up, only for Hyunjin to kick you back down with his foot.

“Don’t talk back to me, dumb bitch!” He blurted out. He rarely cursed at you so you knew he was pissed. “Why are you always trying to leave me?!”

You landed on your back and was scared as he kneeled down and crawled over you. “Why are you so dumb huh? Just a big dumb baby.” He shook his head, leaning down to kiss you before you slapped him.

He was in a state of shock which gave you enough time to fight him off of you and make a run for the door. Instead he quickly got up and pushed you into the door, then pulling you close. “You only go out with me!”

“You’re mine! Got it?! You’re mine!” He said this, almost laughing, sounding unhinged, as if on the verge of a breakdown.

“Hyunjin let go!”

Your boyfriend was grabbing you by the wrists while you struggled to get free and he was still smiling. It was creepy.

“Hey baby! My love, please stop.” He was trying to look at you, suddenly calming down.

“Stop Jinnie, you’re scaring me!” You cried while shaking your head.

“I thought you loved me.” Hyunjin tilted his head and his eyes locked with yours. “Don’t you love me?”

“Well… yeah! I do love you! I just… I just…” you started but your voice was trailing off as he continued staring at you.

“You just keep starting dumb fights, right my love?” Hyunjin continued your sentence while nodding causing you to nod as well.

“I keep… starting dumb fights?” Your defense was going down and you tried to think about what the fight was even about but this man was practically blocking your thoughts. Your eyes trailed off a bit to think but before you could, Hyunjin backed you into the wall and rubbed your cheek, getting your attention back on him.

“You need me, love…” he said softly while locking eyes with you again.

“I… I need you…” you replied now blushing. Every time he did this you’d be reacting as if he was just a big crush you had. As if you just met him. You’d be blushing and heart thumping like some silly school girl.

“You’re such a pretty girl… but always so dumb…” Hyunjin sighed while moving your hair to a side. “You’re just Jinnie’s dumb pretty girl. That’s why you need me.”

“… Jinnie’s dumb pretty girl…” you repeated. He nodded again, causing you to do the same. “… That’s why I need him.”

Hyunjin knew you were intoxicated with him. You would practically follow his gaze now. Even tilting your head when he did. He loved having this control over you. He was pretty satisfied with himself. You were so easy to manipulate.

“Come on…” Hyunjin said, now gently taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

“Where are we going Jinnie…?” You asked, still in a bit of a daze, mindlessly following him.

Hyunjin gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat on the bed. “You want to make Jinnie happy?”

“Jinnie… happy…?” You started to come back to earth and looked around, wondering how you ended up in the bedroom.

Hyunjin could see the panicked look on your face but before he could react, you quickly ran out. Your boyfriend chased you and you made it out the front door, running into one of your friends that you were supposed to meet up with.

“Oh hey, y/n! Are you okay?” The freckled boy asked you, seeming a bit confused. “You were late and I just wanted to-”

“Oh Felix! I’m so glad you’re here!” You interrupted and started leading him away.

“Yeah but… what’s going on…?”

“It’s Hyunjin! He… he-…” your words fazed out as you focused on your boyfriend at the door, behind your friend.

“Yeah…?” Felix asked, raising a brow.

Your eyes were locked on your boyfriend’s again and you were shaking nervously. “He…”

“Is helping take care of you, right baby?” Hyunjin said suddenly, causing Felix to jump and turn to see him.

“Oh are you okay?” Felix asked, turning back to you.

“She’s just feeling a little sick.” Hyunjin replied for you, not even looking at the boy.

“Feeling… sick.” You shook your head, trying to snap out of it, looking right past Felix. “I’m sick? No…?”

Felix thought you both were acting a little odd but he shrugged it off. “Well… I hope you get better.” He said before leaving.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and lead you back inside, then back to the room.

“Baby… why did you do that?”

You were silent, not being able to think of an answer because this boy had gotten inside your head again.

He held you tightly in front of him while holding your chin.

“Why…? why did I… what…?” You didn’t even know what he was talking about anymore; you were just confused.

Hyunjin chuckled to himself as he watched you looking around the room.

“Jinnie… why…?” You asked, almost slurring your words as you got lost in his beautiful gaze once more.

“Why what, my love?”

“Why… are we in our room…?” You asked.

“Because you wanted to make jinnie happy.”

“I want to make jinnie happy…” You repeated.

“Take off your clothes love.” He said in a more demanding tone.

You were quick to comply and did so with no hesitation. You weren’t sure if it was because of the daze he put you in or it’s your submissive self coming through, I mean he is pretty dominating.

You stood there waiting for the next instruction as he admired your form.

Hyunjin pulled you close and kissed you deeply while groping your breasts.

Apart from his eyes, his lips were just as intoxicating. They’re so plump and soft. He started pulling away but you were almost chasing his lips.

“Come here.” Hyunjin said while sitting on the bed and patting his lap. He had lowered his pants.

You did so with no hesitation, feeling his now hard cock touching your sensitive spot, causing you to whine and buck your hips a little.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” He said with a smirk, now kissing and marking your neck. “Just a dumb baby that wants my cock huh?”

“Dumb baby…” you said in a breathy tone. He made his way to your lips, kissing you deeply and gripping your hips tightly. Hyunjin continued kissing you while groping your breasts then patting your pussy with his fingers.

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me?” He asked with a pout. He loved when you did so. You always look so stunning and sexy. He’s able to see your fucked out face and breasts in full view.

“Yes, Jinnie…” you replied, now moving so he could sit back and lower his underwear. After situating himself, you hovered over and sunk onto his cock, gasping as you did so, there was no warming up and it snapped you back to reality.

“Jinnie! … Hyunjin?!” You gasped. You were in a panic and trying to move off of him but he firmly held you there, thrusting his hips up.

You threw your head back as he was moving you, eyes rolling back as you tried regaining control.

“Hyunjin….” You moaned, eyes getting glassy and drool going down your chin. “Hyunjin stop…”

Hyunjin kept thrusting up into you and eventually you gave into the pleasure and stopped fighting back.

“Ride me, love… keep moving.” He said with a devious smile. “I know you want my cock so bad…”

And so you continued moving, hard and deep enough to hit your sweet spot. Hyunjin noticed this and thrusted some more, causing you to make nearly pornographic noises.

“Jinnie… jinnie!” You were gasping and bucking you hips until you hit your high.

Hyunjin smiled and took you off of him and laying you on the bed.

You tried relaxing but before doing so he inserted 2 fingers into you thrusting then in and out with no warning which caused you to nearly scream. You were beyond overstimulated.

“Hyunjin! Wh-wh-what are-?”

“Never try that shit again… you can’t leave me.” His voice was oddly calm and he pulled his fingers out then put them to your lips. “Suck.”

You let him put his fingers in your mouth and sucked your essence from them.

“Never leave me okay…” he smiled and took his fingers back, putting his underwear and pants back on before leaving the room to lock up.

You laid there, feeling disoriented, and thinking about what just happened. How could this happen again?!

He soon came back and laid with you, and you found yourself holding on and nuzzling his neck.

Here you were again. Back under your boyfriend’s spell.

Maybe he’s a vampire? A witch? Anything that can seduce his victims? Who knows? You’ll never know…How can this man nearly put you in a trance just by looking at you??

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Ko-fi

[xioterep-art]

New POV! Inspiration from:

Pov: 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 - a wriothesley playlist.

Women Thief Reader x The duke of the Fortress

Trigger warning: Slight chocking, Cursing, Hair pulling, suggestive content.

Disclaimer: art is not mine.

Running as fast as you could and sweating rivers, you cursed under your breath. 'Why was he there?' This is all you could think of as you escaped that man...

A moment ago, everything was going smoothly; you could swear that your plan was perfect! If it weren't for that huge, muscled bastard, you would have acquired that diamond already!

As you took another turn, huffing like an old dog, you heard heavy footsteps near you, making your heart beat so fast as if it wanted to run away from your ribcage. A low huff was heard near your ear, causing you to stumble and fall, your dignity alongside you.

Face-first, a sarcastic sneer accompanied a deep, husky voice speaking in a provocative tone, "Is this all you've got? Even a turtle would've run faster than you, little rat." Gritting your teeth, you felt your arm being grasped firmly and lifted with such ease that made you realize the deep trouble you were in.

Regaining your balance, you stood up on your feet, locking eyes with blue, predatory-like orbs that made you gulp the non-existent saliva down your throat. "You've been creating chaos all over the place these days; I am getting annoyed," he said with a low and dangerous tone, glaring down at you.

"You must be mistaken, great duke! I was just... You know... Walking nearby, and I was afraid that you would suspect me as I am well-known..." you said with a toothy smile, employing all the acting skills you've got.

"Do you think I am a fool to be messed with?" He responded harshly, squeezing your arm tightly. "I think I've been going easy on you lately," he glared again, making you shudder with a grimace on your face due to the pain in your arm.

You must admit that you've been a little too much these days, caught by him numerous times, the count lost. A real troublemaker for a tiny woman, your small and weak appearance makes it hard for people to suspect you as the feared thief in Fountaine.

All you could do was stay quiet while looking at him with a guilty expression. "Come on... Can't you let this go? Just this time... Pretty please?" you begged with wistful eyes.

"Why would I let go?" He stared down at you with an offensive grin, making you want to wipe it off his face – unfortunately, you couldn't, as your fate lay in his hands. "Maybe, in the name of our 'friendship'?" You smiled innocently at him.

"Plus, I didn't even cause a-" Talking again, you soon got cut off as you were slammed against the nearest wall, earning a loud gasp as you cursed him out loud, "You damned duke! What was that for?!" You glared at him, your head tilted up even more due to the new position, making you look like a tasty prey.

"Committing crimes is not enough? Now you are insulting the Lord of the Fortress of Meropide? Have I not been harsh in the past?" He asked in a lower tone than before, leaning more towards you, his left hand still grasping your arm while the other one was against the wall behind you.

"I can play rough if..." He whispered in your ear, taking away any mischievous thoughts from your pretty head and making your mind go blank for a moment with the sudden and close proximity, "that's what you want, little rat," he added as his big figure covered you completely, shielding you from the gentle caress of the moon's light. His scent overwhelmed yours – a manly and powerful one – crushing your sanity into pieces as it entered your nose.

Losing your words, you kept looking at his face with your eyes slightly wide as you processed what was happening. "Cat got your tongue, little rat?" He asked again, snapping his fingers in front of your face. Snapping back to reality, your head suddenly got pulled backward. Wincing with pain, you thought, 'Did this bastard just pull me by the hair?' A low moan escaped your mouth, "What do you think, miss?" He said with his face near yours, both your breaths mixed, and his lips towering over yours.

Struck with that sudden proximity for the second time, you lost your voice for a moment before smirking again with your head still being grabbed by the grand duke, "How so? I didn't think you were into this, sir," you said with a cocky attitude, ignoring the pain coming from your scalp.

"I am just giving you some correction, little rat; you have been annoying these days," he said as he slid his other hand's finger from your jaw down your throat, making you shiver, and leaving your thoughts in disarray. It was a gentle touch, unlike the firm grip on your hair.

"I don't think I need it, sir," you said, flustered, your cheeks burning as you felt his hand grabbing your neck and squeezing it slightly as a warning. "Oh, and I think you need it," he replied, amused by that dazed look on your face. "If I knew that this was the solution to ending the misery you've put me in all this time, I would have acted a long time ago..." He whispered again, putting his face in the crook of your neck, sniffing your scent hungrily, giving you goosebumps.

Sliding his hand to your side and gripping it in a bruising way, you frowned slightly, but what made you surprised was how hard you were squeezing your thighs together. Biting your lower lip, the realization came crashing like an aggressive wave into your soul.

'I am now in real deep shit this time...' you thought to yourself.

It will, indeed, be a long night for your poor body and mind.

[willowthewiisp]

More random thoughts about the lore in the dlc and how I'm trying to murder board it

Messmer and Marika mirror Mary and Jesus but in a fucked up way. Messmer quite literally sacrifices himself for his mother's sins so she could be a saint to the golden order. There's literally a Madonna esque statue of her and messmer as a baby. The name Marika is literally just another version of Mary. I don't even think messmer has a father like there was no player two Marika must have made a deal with either the serpent god or the fell god (and I'm more inclined to say the latter) and in return gifted her a child she could raise to slaughter her hated enemy. It's pretty clear the shaman village and the humans in general were more than likely all women. They were long lived but seldom born. Hard to have babies without men unfortunately. This ties back into erdtree births too and why Melina seemed so confused about how boc actually came from his mother. Now idk about Melina. She's still a big mystery. But it's implied people were literally reborn through the erdtree and through it's sap. The amber egg should be clue enough considering it holds the rune of rebirth and amber is fossilized tree sap so... Messmer was definitely a miraculous conception sort of deal, but I think because he was born of a single god like miquella and malenia, he was born cursed and afflicted too, just by the serpent god. It's why the snake is so reviled and hated. Marika hated what the snake did to him but as she stripped away her humanity she couldn't care less so long as he bathed the belurat settlement in blood. I also think this is why the fell god and the giants cursed "radagon" with red hair because Marika betrayed them and killed their god whom she had made a deal with to have a child.

Messmer was the sacrificial lamb she raised just for the slaughtering, and Melina has the same unfortunate fate as well, reduced to being kindling to burn the great tree. Who her "father" is and when she was born is a mystery considering she was clearly messmers sister, but she doesn't seem to have the same origins, or maybe she does and is also afflicted like miquella and malenia. Another cycle.

The only child she seemed to genuinely love was godwyn. He was perfect, golden, and the scion of her empire. His death drove her insane. Sucks she didn't go mad over messmer who literally took a huge bullet for her and welp we kill him too. She cared for miquella in some way shape or form considering there's an item (I forget the name) that basically says Marika blessed miquellas journey to the lands of shadow and his journey to godhood. Which is odd in retrospect. Also calls into question if godwyn was actually first born or not, but honestly I'm starting to think he still was, mostly because it seems like messmer was apart of the family for some time if he was like an older brother to radahn (I guess that explains why rellana loves him?) so the massacre must not have occured until after godwyn was born because I firmly believe her sins against the hornsent cursed her children with Godfrey and resulted in the omen twins. Godwyn must have been born at the very least because then messmer at least had some sort of chance at meeting radahn and interacting with him since radagon was married to rennala at this point. But that also must mean the war with the giants wasn't the final battle because radagons red hair came from that and kinda need radagon to have radahn so he can be a brother to messmer. I think this may be even confirms radahn is the oldest? Considering the crusades were hidden away from history, it would make sense history would call the fire giant war the last one to solidify marikas rule. Also would make sense why the fucking giants are ALL impaled like c'mon now.... But Marika after seeing how powerful her precious little boy was gave him the singular task of avenging her and slaughtering those monsters. And boy howdy did he. But then she locked him away. Threw him away, threw Godfrey away...she throws the rest of her children away after godwyn is killed. But messmers crusade made the hornsent curse Marika and that's when I think the twins were born. They had to of been while radagon had radahn and after messmer because remember godwyn fought the dragons during the time when the erdtree and golden order was still new. Either way she throws her cursed omen children in the trash, and I'm fully convinced if it hadn't been for Godfrey they would of been killed. Why wouldn't she want them dead after all. Would also make sense after the twins were born she began to have doubts and started to deep dive into how the fuck her perfect order allowed the crucible to come through and how omens still exist. It all culminates in godwyn being murdered and she loses her ever loving mind. But these are just thoughts because I've been up all night suffering side effects of a antidepressant and I'm going nuts

[snowyfrostshadows]

Playing Koopid

When Mario wished something interesting would happen at one of Peach's more formal parties, he didn't mean 'watching his brother aggressively chase down and flirt with with the King of the Koopas' but that's exactly what happened and to say he's at his wit's end here is a bit of an understatement

Based off of the Accidental Cupid prompt by @shapeshiftinterest

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Carefully eyeing a brick in the not-too-far-away tower, Larry pulled back on the arrow to make his shot, only to have what would have been a perfect hit fly wildly to the left and just barely hit the tower as a certain BRAT pushed into him at the last second.

“You’re taking too long!”

Larry scowled and smacked the top of Junior’s head with the bow. “And you made me miss what that arrow did!”

Junior stomped his foot and stuck his tongue out. “Well maybe if you were quicker you could have seen it! Gimmie the bow! It’s my turn!”

Scowl deepening, Larry pulled the bow away from Junior’s stupid, grubby hands. “No way! It’s still my turn cuz you got in my way!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Lemmy! Tell him it’s my turn!”

Both koopalings turned to face the third, lying lazily on top of his ball and watching his siblings fight with all the investment of a bargain bin lifeguard.

“Why should I? This is boring. Can’t we do something else already?”

“No! I wanna see what those arrows Kamek and the other magikoopas were all hush-hush about do!”

Lemmy rolled his eyes. “Fiiiine.” Leaning forward a little, Lemmy pressed a star on his ball, opening up the secret compartment and peaked inside. “Looooooks like we got three more.”

“Only three left?” Larry asked, dumbfounded. “How is that possible? We haven’t been out here that long!”

Lemmy shrugged. “My ball’s only so big genius. Until Iggy figures out how to recreate that whatchamacallit from his one nerd show, what I can fit in here to sneak out, is what we got.”

Larry rolled his eyes. “Fiiiiine. Gimmie the arrows.”

“Why do you get the arrows?! It’s my turn!”

Larry snorted. “You ruined my last one! I should get to go again!”

Junior scowled. “Says who?”

“Me. And literally every other koopa who’s been stuck with a brat like you.”

Junior’s eyes narrowed and the next thing Larry knew, he was being pushed hard enough to land on his shell.

“Whoops.” Junior said, in that fakely sweet tone that somehow managed to fool adults. “Looks like you’re too stuck to try again.”

“LEMMY!” Larry howled as he struggled to right himself. Curse the Mushroom Kingdom’s stupid soft ground and spongy grass. It was never this hard to get back up at home!

“Sorry Lar, Junior’s got a point about this being his turn.”

“Traitor.”

Lemmy rolled his eyes as he approached the youngest sibling. “Kay Junior; which one do you want?”

“Hmm. That one! It looks like mama’s hair!”

“Huh. It kinda does. Yeah alright. Knock yourself out.”

Larry struggled even harder to no avail. “Leeemmy.” he whined at his brother as he passed him as he stepped away from Junior.

“...fine. I swear, you’re just as bad as he is…”

Larry bit back the insult he so badly wanted to say at that. If he wanted to get back on his feet, he had to be nice.

Ignoring Lemmy’s grunts as he worked to pull the slightly bigger koopaling back up, Larry focused his attention on Junior.

He didn’t even know why he wanted to fire an arrow so bad. The brat was having such a hard time trying to get the arrow in the bow. And heck, even when he did manage to fit one in there, he had so little strength, the arrows barely flew at all and ended up in the dirt a few steps away and utterly wasting whatever magical effect they had.

Eyes darting towards the two that Lemmy had placed down to help him, Larry noticed that they were both just like a couple they’d used already while Junior….had a new one….and knowing him, he was just gonna waste it with one of his bad shots.

“There. You’re not stuck anymore. Happy?”

Larry nodded, eyes still locked on Junior as he pushed his brother out of his way and made his way towards The Brat.

Lemmy rolled his eyes and made his way back to his ball. He was not going to get involved in the upcoming fight. Although, he couldn’t help smirking a little as he took out some candy from one of his ball’s hidden compartments, that didn’t mean he couldn’t watch the upcoming fireworks.

The others didn’t know what they were missing, refusing to come on the same trip as those two.

Junior had just gotten the arrow in the bow and was admiring how the heart shaped tip of it looked against the curve of the bow. If mama could see him now, she’d be soooo proud and impressed that she’d go back with papa on her own after this party.

His tail wagged a little. Maybe he could go down and show her how cool he was right now.

“Ya’know, if you don’t know what to do next, I could take over this one and you could shoot the next two.”

Junior turned slightly and frowned. “How did you get back up?”

Larry puffed his chest out. “I’m just that talented.”

“At being stupid maybe.” Junior muttered before scowling. “Now go away. I’m busy and I don’t need your help.”

Larry snorted. “You’re right. You don’t, which is why I’m taking over.”

“HEY!” Junior yelped as his brother suddenly dove at him and tried to rip the bow and arrow out of his hands. “GET OFFA ME!”

“OH? SO YOU CAN RUIN THIS LAST COOL ARROW LIKE YOU RUIN EVERYTHING ELSE? NO! GIMMIE THAT STUFF BRAT!”

“NOOOO! IT’S MY TURN AND I DON’T RUIN STUFF! YOU DO! LIKE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!”

“LET GO JUNIOR!”

“YOU LET GO!”

In the middle of their tug-of-war, the bow had shifted position so that by the time Larry pinched Junior a little too hard, forcing him to loose his grip on the arrow prematurely, the arrow did not, as most of the previous ones had, fly towards a probably abandoned tower, but high up in the air before falling straight down towards the crowd of boring, stuffy grown-ups having a boring, fancy smancy lunch party at the bottom of the hill.

And then, a loud ‘ow’ rose up from the party from wherever the arrow had landed.

Junior and Larry froze before turning wide eyes to the only technically older koopaling in the vicinity.

“Weeelp.” Lemmy said cheerfully as he slid off his ball. “There’s only one thing to do in situations like these. Run.”

Picking up his ball, Lemmy did just that.

Exchanging a quick look with each other, Junior and Larry quickly dropped the bow and chased after him.

After all, Lemmy had the right idea.

In situations like these, the best course of action was always abandoning the scene of the crime and be far enough away that the mere idea of them being the culprits was the last thing on anyone’s mind.

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It wasn't that he hated the more formal social functions that Peach would throw on occasion. They were important. He understood that, really!

Not all royals and diplomats were willing to play intense party games or sports festivals to maintain good relations.

So. For those more...high collar individuals, Peach elected to hold these more formal and polite parties.

They were just. Kinda boring.

Well, really boring if he was honest.

If Peach hadn't personally requested he and Luigi attend to keep an eye on a certain (technically) royal koopa in attendance, then he wouldn't have even come.

Maybe.

...these super high end royal parties did serve really really good cake...

He just wished something halfway interesting would happen at one of these things for once.

A sudden yelp from Luigi next to him drew him out of his thoughts.

"You okay bro?"

"Yeah." Luigi grimaced as he rubbed his shoulder. "I think something just stung me."

Concerned, Mario looked around for the possible culprit. (He hoped it wasn't a buzzer. Or multiple buzzers. He absolutely did not want to fight a bunch of overgrown bees in one of his nicer outfits)

To his confusion, (or maybe luck?) he didn't see anything. Did. Did the Mushroom Kingdom have actual insect sized insects???

"Hey. Mario."

Mario looked back at Luigi and frowned at the somewhat dazed look on his brother's face.

"Are you a sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Fantastico mai meglio..." Luigi suddenly straightened as he practically shoved his water cup at him.

"Can you hold this?"

"Sure? Why-?"

Luigi gave him a wide, almost demented grin. "I just saw someone I really, really need to talk to. Right. Now."

"...and I'm a holding your drink why?"

Luigi rolled his eyes. "So I don't drop it. Duh."

Before Mario could even reply to that, Luigi was patting his shoulder and running off into the crowd with a cry of 'Scusami, bello'.

Frown deepening, Mario slowly followed.

He didn't want to ruin whatever meeting Luigi was so desperate to initiate but this all felt...off.

He couldn't imagine who would cause that sort of reaction in his brother

Maybe Peasley?

...but then again...Luigi had seemed kind of embarrassed when he'd asked him how things were going on between them so. Prooobably not the BeanBean prince...

"What do you want Greenie?"

Mario frowned at the familiar boisterous voice of the Koopa King and quickly picked up his pace

For once, he agreed with Bowser. What could Luigi possibly want with him?

The two of them came in sight just in time for Mario to watch his brother confidently push his hair back as he stepped within arm's reach of Bowser

"I've been meaning to ask, but. Do you only like Princesses or is it humans you like?" Luigi leaned forwards, smile teetering dangerously close to a smirk. "Cuz I'm human and I'm interested if you are~."

"...What?" Bowser flatly asked, staring at his brother as if he couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth.

Mario couldn't blame him. He also felt like he'd just walked into some sort of weird fun house mirror.

There's no way he heard that right.

Luigi sighed dramatically before suddenly spinning on his heel to better lean against Bowser, head tilted slightly back to look up at the Koopa. "Just a being around you is-" Luigi flicked his fingers, summoning a couple small sparks of lightning. "-electrifying"

Bowser's jaw dropped. "Are you. Hitting on me?!?"

Luigi grinned, twisting around again. "I sure am~" he half sang. "I a told Mario you're a smart Koopa." and then, to really drive in his apparent brand new sudden death wish, Luigi BOOPED the giant fire breathing monster with anger issues right on the nose with maybe the dopiest grin known to man.

Mario felt his heart jump instantly to his throat at the sight.

Nope!

He could not just stand around watching this anymore!

Not if he wanted to watch his brother become a pile of ash in about three seconds judging by how red Bowser's face was looking.

Quickly marching forward, Mario roughly pulled his brother out of Bowser's space and gave his rival the most apologetic (and not at all panicked) look he could muster.

"So a sorry. I a don't know what's a gotten into him. Deve avere delle api nel cervello. Mi dispiace. We're just a gonna go now. Ciao.”

Grip tightening on Luigi, Mario began to drag his brother away from the slowly growing crowd, only stopping once he felt they were far enough away and hidden in one of Peach’s private tents where they could talk (and maybe figure out if Luigi was suffering from Heatstroke or something.)

Leading his twin to a chair, Mario stared at him in concern.

"Are you. Feeling okay?"

"Mmhm. Never better." Luigi mummered distractedly as he looked back towards the area they'd just left.

"...are you sure? You just a flirted with Bowser." Mario frowned. "In public."

Luigi shrugged before suddenly glancing down at him, eyes wide. "You don't think it was too much, do you?"

Mario blinked, completely thrown at the direction the conversation had suddenly taken.

"I mean, I thought he'd you know. Like an aggressive approach. Since he's a so so so-"

"Brash?"

"Confident!"

"That is not the word I'd a use."

Luigi sighed as he placed his hands over his heart, gazing dreamily somewhere over his brother's head.

"But he is! He practically oozes confidence! Whenever he enters a room, all eyes are on a him and it doesn't bother him! In fact, I a think he relishes in the attention, not that I a blame him. Who wouldn't want ta look at him? Strong, brave, always knows what he wants to say and do..."

Mario felt his jaw drop before waving his hands to drag Luigi's attention back to him and, more importantly, back to earth.

"This is a Bowser we're talking about! You know, the guy who steals powerful magical objects! Leaves destruction and chaos in his wake?! Repeatedly Kidnaps Peach!?!"

Luigi placed his head in a hand and sighed dejectedly. "Yeah...but ya know what they a say. Nobody's perfect."

Mario stared at him in disbelief.

"Those are serious problems not harmless little quirks Luigi!"

His brother shrugged and looked away. "You a done? I've got a Koopa to woo."

"You're a gonna annoy him before 'wooing' him! Did you want him to a bite you with that last stunt?"

A weird look crossed his brother's face. "...do you really think he'd have bit me?"

"Yes??? You invaded his space and a bopped his nose."

Luigi nodded thoughtfully. "But. Do you think it would have been a hard bite like, I lose a my hand sorta bite or a soft enough to barely break skin?" Luigi's eyes lit up. "Oh! Maybe he would have pinned me down first and y'know. Threatened to eat me but not really?"

Mario stared at him in a mix of disbelief and horror. "Have you lost a your mind?!?!"

Luigi frowned and cupped his chin. "I don't know why I a said that." Mario breathed a quiet sigh of relief "This isn't the time or place for something like that."

"That's what you find wrong with what you just a said?!" Mario nearly screeched.

Luigi gave him a confused look "Ye? I haven't even gotten a kiss yet and I'm a ready to y'know. Jump ahead several-"

"Stop!" Mario slammed his hands over his ears. "I a don't want to hear. That Stuff. Ever. Please"

Luigi frowned and tilted his head. “Cuz I want to do that with Bowser or-?”

Mario couldn’t help the annoyed look he shot him. “You know how I a feel about. Y’know.”

Luigi nodded. “So me wanting to...kiss and uh. Maybe more with Bowser; that’s not a problem?”

Mario frowned as he took off a glove and placed a hand against his brother’s head. “I a just told you. That’s a Bowser. Terror of the Mushroom Kingdom? How did you just forget all a that???”

Luigi just shrugged and looked away.

Mario’s frown deepened. “You don’t a feel hot.” he muttered. So. This...probably wasn’t heatstroke…

His brother snorted and swatted his hand away. “Thank you Dr. Mario for the diagnoses. Can I go now?”

“To bother Bowser again? No.”

Luigi muttered something under his breath as he slumped in his chair like a moody teenager.

Mario couldn’t help pinching his nose at that. There was clearly something going on with his brother but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what.

If it wasn’t a heatstroke, then the only other thing he could think of was a concussion but people didn’t just. Get concussed standing around doing nothing.

“I’mma gonna get some help. Promise me you’ll stay here until I get back?”

Luigi just gave him a shrug but since he didn’t say anything crazy or flat out refusal to staying, Mario decided to take that as an agreement to stay put.

Smiling, Mario stepped forward to give his brother’s arm a quick pat. “Thanks Lu. I’ll be a right back.”

Fifteen minutes later, with Peach and Dr. Toadley in tow, Mario came back to an empty tent.

“He left.”

Peach gently rubbed his back. “Maybe...we just missed him?”

Mario took a deep breath. “Y-Yeah...maybe...he just a got tired of a waiting. He couldn’t have gotten too far.”

Peach gave him a warm smile. “Right. It shouldn’t take too long to find him again.”

Mario felt himself relaxing a little for the first time all afternoon. “Right.” he repeated back with a small laugh. “How much trouble can he get into in a couple minutes?”

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"GET OFF OF ME ALREADY!"

If it wasn't for the fact it was Green ‘Stache of all people hanging off him, Bowser would almost be impressed at how well the guy was holding on despite how hard he was waving his arm.

Unless the guy had dumped a barrel of glue on himself first, Bowser could not figure out how the Green MENACE was doing it.

There was no way in Jaydees Greenie had enough upper body strength to have just one arm hold onto him while the other held his face cupped in his hand as he stared dreamily up at him

"I really don't weigh anything to you at all, do I?"

"NO!" He snarled at him. Wasn't Greenie supposed to be a coward or something? Why wasn't he bolting already?

Greenie sighed happily “Dio che è così fottutamente sexy. Ringrazio Dio ogni giorno la principessa non è interessata alla meraviglia assoluta che sei”

"What."

Greenie gave him a stupid looking smile. "Sorry. I a said, you're a so hot and thank GOD a certain princess isn't interested in the absolute wonder you are." He leaned forward, still grinning like an idiot. "I think I'd have lost it by now if a utter Dreamboat like you was off a the market."

Bowser froze as he felt his face heat up. "You uh. You think I'm a Dreamboat?"

"The dreamiest."

Bowser stared at the human in disbelief. Totally not because he was called ‘a dreamboat’. Cuz he was! He was the coolest and hottest guy around for miles!

...it was just a little weird that Greenie of all people would say that. Out loud. Cuz they were enemies.

Speaking of Greenie, the human had managed to climb up a little further up his arm, expression a weird mix of determination and...hunger?

“How about you and I take this conversation somewhere a lil more...private, tesoruccio?”

A weird, twisty feeling hit him at that.

Was. Was Greenie cursing him?

A totally not unsure ‘uh’ was the only thing he managed to get out before a red blur came out of nowhere and managed to knock the insane little human off his arm.

Bowser blinked at his now pest free appendage before focusing on the two humans wrestling on the grass.

“Bloccacazzi! I was a so close!”

“To what?! Getting your face bitten off?!”

Bowser frowned, a little insulted at Mario’s comment. Sure he enjoyed scaring the pants off of anyone and everyone that got in his way, but that didn’t mean he’d ever bite someone. Let alone one of Peaches’ subjects, no matter how weird they were acting.

“Bowser?”

Speak of the angel.

Turning away from the fighting brothers, Bowser grinned down at the hostess of the party. “Princess.”

Peach frowned slightly up at him. “You. Wouldn’t have anything to do with this, would you?”

Bowser blinked. “Do with wha-”

“DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST SHOCK ME?!”

Both royals turned at the shout and watched the two heroes spew random gibberish at each other.

“That.” Peach replied dryly.

Bowser huffed, offended. “Yeah. Cuz I totally planned on having Green ‘Stache over there work to distract me from working to maintain what few good relations I got with other kingdoms.”

Peach gave a small hum. “I see. That would be rather unbeneficial for you...I apologize for my assumptions, but I did have to ask as this seemed like one of your usual tricks.”

“Peaches I am offended and hurt you would think so lowly of me when I have been nothing but cor-”

A small yelp drew his attention back to the meddling plumbers and Bowser couldn’t help the small shudder that shook him at the sight of the Orange Terror currently holding Greenie in a headlock.

She must have smelled blood and come running.

“Looks like you got things under control now so I’ll just go and enjoy the rest of the party.”

Peach couldn’t help the small kick of amusement she got watching the great King of the Koopas practically bolt at the sight of Daisy.

She really would have to ask her friend how she’d managed to scare him so badly.

For now however, there was a bigger concern.

When Mario had told her Luigi was bound and determined to flirt with Bowser, she’d thought they might have been playing a prank on her to give her a small break from hosting.

But between seeing Luigi hanging off of Bowser and then watch the koopa leave the area with a longing look, Peach was convinced that this wasn’t a joke and found herself just as worried for her friend.

“Daisy? If you could come with us back to the castle?”

Daisy grinned and gave her a mock salute. “Sure thing boss.” She smirked as she bumped Luigi’s side. “Someone’s gotta keep Mister Love-Struck here in line.”

Luigi, for his part, just rolled his eyes at that but thankfully didn’t break away to go chase after Bowser again.

Thank the stars for Daisy.

“Mario, if you could get Dr. Toadley to the castle, that would be wonderful. We’ll meet you two in the parlor room.”

Mario frowned a little but nodded, and ran off to do just that.

Hopefully, whatever was affecting Luigi would be easily solvable.

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“Is there anything physically wrong with him? No. Luigi appears to be perfectly fine.”

Mario frowned. “But he’s not! He’s been a chasing Bowser down all day and-”

Dr. Toadley raised a hand, stalling any more words from the human. “Do I dismiss your claims? No. Can I tell if one is magically affected mentally or not? Also no. Have I done all I can to help resolve this problem? Yes. I am afraid there is not more I can do without more information.”

Mario stared at the doctor for a moment before dragging a hand down his face. “Perché ho pensato che potevi aiutare.” he muttered quietly. Whatever he said, it earned a small snort from Luigi. Which meant it was probably something juicy or even the oh so rare ‘Mario Snark’.

One of these days, she was going to make Lou teach her some Italian. If only so she could witness his brother’s supposed not-so-heroic comments herself in real time and not after the fact.

“So since the doc can’t figure anything out, guess that means you’re back to square one, huh?”

Mario gave her a tired look. “As if there was even a ‘square’ to go back to.”

Daisy couldn’t help the dumbfounded look she shot him at that. “Really? You can’t think of anywhere you can start to figure out what’s up with your bro?”

Mario just looked at her blankly. Whether cuz he was just stressed and not thinking straight or he really was this clueless, she had no idea.

Daisy sighed. “When did he start acting goofy for koopas?”

“HEY!”

“We were standing by one of the pop-up fences and then a something stung him and then he got all a...kooky.”

Daisy nodded as she very pointedly ignored Luigi’s protests at being talked around like he wasn’t even there.

“Did ya look around the area for anything weird?”

Mario tipped his head slightly. “Like what?”

“I dunno! Somethin that could be a possible explanation! Ya’know what they say, if you can’t figure something out, it’s always a good idea to retrace your steps.”

Mario frowned, apparently still not convinced by Daisy’s suggestion. Peach, bless her, stepped closer to her hero. “It couldn’t hurt to look around. Maybe we’ll find something, maybe we won’t. But at least it’d be another thing crossed off possible explanations.” Peach smiled brightly as an idea hit her. “We could even ask Kamek to help since Bowser seems to be Luigi’s focus.”

Mario sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “Okay. I’mma not sure if we’ll a find anything, but like you said, it’s a lead. Kinda.”

“Cool. You two do that, and I’ll keep Lou entertained. Seeyouguyswhenyoufigureitoutbyyyyyyyyye.”

After basically slamming the doors shut after pushing them out, Daisy turned to Luigi and grinned.

“Alright Weeg, Spill.”

Luigi took a startled step back. “Spill?”

“Yeah. Is this, like. Liquid courage or somethin? Ya can be honest.”

Luigi stared at her for a moment before giving her maybe the widest grin she’d ever seen on the guy. “Yep! That’s a it! Liquid courage!”

Daisy nodded. “Thought so. Though, I gotta ask, how much did you drink to get the confidence to actually jump the guy like that?”

Luigi shrugged as he slowly inched his way around her. “Oh y’know. Enough. I uh. Forgot but I still feel a good to go and not sick at all.”

Daisy smirked. “Sure you are champ. Listen, I’ll hold down the fort for ya to try one more time. But ya gotta promise me you’ll tell Mario about this later. Poor guy’s gonna have a heart attack soon.”

Luigi gave a quick nod. “Certa certa. Remind me to make you the maid a honor at the wedding.” Still grinning wildly, Luigi basically bolted out of the room.

Daisy couldn’t help feeling a little weird at that comment. She knew her friend had it bad for the koopa, but it seemed a little early for him to be thinking about wedding bells, even with some alcohol in his system.

...it was probably nothing. If anything, it was just Mario’s worries getting to her.

Luigi would be fine. He was a smart guy and even with a little liquid courage helping him out, it wouldn't be in him to do anything too drastic.

.

.

.

He was nearing the end of a conversation with the ruler of the Wooded Kingdom when he felt himself being watched.

Looking around, Bowser caught sight of a very familiar shade of green. Holding back a growl, Bowser quickly excused himself and stomped over to the human.

“What.”

Greenie smiled brightly up at him. “Can’t I watch a skilled diplomat at work?”

Bowser blinked, not used to someone calling him diplomatic. “I guess….but weren’t you climbing up my arm not that long ago? Why aren’t you doing that again?”

Greenie’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward a little. “Would you like me to?”

“What? NO!” Bowser yelped as he pushed the guy away with his hand. “What is with you today?”

With more strength than he thought the human had in him, Greenie gently moved his hand away.

“Weell.” he hummed. “It a hit me earlier just how perfect and handsome you are and how life can be so unfairly short and if I’m not a spending mine with you. amore mio, then what am I a doing with my life?”

Bowser couldn’t help staring wide-eyed at the human, absolutely dumbfounded.

“Are you serious?”

“More than I’ve ever a been in my life.”

Green ‘Stache stepped forward even more, eyes half lidded and mouth twisted up in a cocky smirk.

It was. Weirdly hot of the guy.

"Aaand," he drawled, slowly drawing closer, hand moving to press against his chest. "I a don’t mind a little spice in a relationship. You could always give kidnapping me a shot. I definitely wouldn't mind it, Roba Cab-" Greenie's face twitched.

The confident smirk fell into a small frown as the human's eyes opened more fully before locking onto his hand which had yep; made it to his chest.

Bowser could practically see the gears turning in the guy's head.

"Oh. Oh no." Greenie whispered before dropping his hand like it'd been burned. Which, rude.

The human slowly looked up at Bowser, eyes wide and face redder than his brother's stupid hat.

“Dio mio. I. Quello era reale. Merda. Merda. S-Sorry. I need to go."

Before he could say anything or even shake the guy to repeat whatever gibberish he'd just said but into something understandable this time, Greenie had taken several steps back and bolted towards Peach's castle.

"WEEGEE WAIT!"

Bowser blinked as he watched the biggest pain in his tail run off after the other human.

(When had Mario shown up?)

"What. Just happened?"

"If I had to wager I guess, your Baffledness, it seems your children snuck some weapon prototypes out with them before coming with."

Bowser glanced down at his adviser. Had. Mario dragged him over with him while Greenie was distracting him?

“What’s that got to do with Green ‘Stache?”

Kamek fiddled with his glasses a little. “Well sire; one of the prototypes was a. Love Arrow. Designed to make whoever it hit fall in love with the first person they saw. We were thinking we could try it during the next-”

“You think Greenie got hit by that then?”

“Definitely sire. It would explain his behavior today not to mention the tip of the arrow shows signs of hitting a target. Usually, the heart shaped bulb at the end would be a vibrant pink. After making contact with the mark, the pink fades considerably. And the prototype I found appears to have been used.”

Bowser felt his heart sink a little at the news that all of the human’s actions and words had been a manufactured trick. By his own magikoopas’ talents no less.

He didn’t even know why he was disappointed.

He didn’t even like Greenie. Never had and never would.

But...he couldn’t deny it had been kind of nice to be the recipient of such intense, positive feelings for once.

“Kamek.” He sighed heavily. “I want all production on those arrows scrapped.”

“But-”

Bowser glared at the old koopa, blowing smoke at him. “Scrapped and destroyed. If one of those things can turn Mario’s scaredy-cat brother into a wannabe cassanova, then who’s to say Mario couldn’t throw one of those dumb arrows at me during a fight and and make me fall in love with a stupid lamp instead of Peach?!”

“They wouldn’t work like tha-”

“Destroy. Them. Kamek. All of them.”

Kamek sighed. “As you wish, your Paranoidness.”

“And find the kids and take them back to the ship. I’ll talk to them after this dumb party’s finally over.

Kamek nodded before summoning his broom and flying off to do just that.

Sighing, Bowser made his way towards the lil garden bar Peach had set up for this party.

He’d go back to mingling with stuffy representatives from the more neutral kingdoms before Greenie had gotten it into his head to chase him down every five minutes later. For now, he could use a drink or two.

About fifteen minutes into enjoying his first cup by his lonesome, Bowser watched the green human approach the same garden bar, order a drink and then make his way determinedly towards him.

Bowser couldn’t help stare down at him in surprise that he’d even approach him after that whole. Mess from earlier. Especially as he’d run away all on his own after the third run-in.

“What do you want now, Greenie?” he couldn’t help grumble tiredly. Stars willing, it would just be an apology or something dumb like that and the slightly less annoying twin could go off on his merry way and leave him alone.

Green ‘Stache took a deep breath before looking up at him. "...you never did answer my question."

"Question?" He repeated dumbly.

Greenie gave a small smile as he gaze drifted down to his drink.

"If you. If you like humans or just princesses. I want to know. If I. If I have a shot."

Then, almost as if he was embarrassed by what he'd just said, Greenie downed the entirety of his drink in one go.

Grambi. That love potion junk better not still be in the guy's system.

"Listen. I get you're still muddled up thanks to that arr-"

"I'm not."

Bowser blinked at the unexpectedly sharp tone.

Greenie groaned and ran a hand through his hair.

"I won't lie and say getting hit by that stupid trinket didn't have an affect on me. It did. But." he bit his lip. "I don't. I don't think it had quite the...intended effect it was planned for."

Bowser frowned as he leaned down towards the plumber, not missing how the human's face reddened as he did so.

"Oh? And why's that?"

Luigi's eyes met his for a second before darting away again. "Well. You weren't. You weren't the first person I saw after getting hit."

Bowser reeled back, stunned.

"Not the-? Who the hell did you look at first?!" and why the hell weren't you chasing after them all day?

Impossibly, Greenie got redder. "P-Peach..." he muttered.

Bowser felt his jaw drop. "Peach." he repeated flatly.

Frustratingly, Greenie still wouldn't meet his eyes. "Mmhm."

"Why didn't you go after her then?" That at least would have been kind of amusing to watch instead of being part of the whole mess.

"I've got a couple of theories."

And then just to be annoying, now Greenie decided to shut up and keep his thoughts to himself.

Blowing some smoke from his snout, Bowser crossed his arms and stood at his full height, towering over the human. "Well?"

Greenie turned back towards him, eyes roving over him, almost as if he was trying to memorize as much of Bowser as he could before focusing on his face.

"Answer my question first."

A low growl escaped him but, to his surprise, Greenie didn't falter or back down. Instead, he held his ground and even maintained the stubborn look he was throwing him.

Bowser relaxed a little and shot the (slightly) less annoying menace a small smile. He could appreciate the rare show of backbone from the lil punk.

"Fine. I don't just like princesses. I like interesting humans."

Greenie's eyes widened for a half a second before his expression fell and he turned to stare at his empty cup.

Bowser gave an annoyed huff and lightly pushed the human (not hard enough to knock him down, mind you, but just enough to make him stumble a little).

"I'm including you in my list of 'interesting humans' Greenie."

Greenie slowly looked back up at him, huge blue eyes nearly drowning out the red in his face. It was almost cute.

"R-Really?"

Bowser rolled his eye. "Grambi yes. Don't make me take it back."

Greenie smiled softly as he stared at his stupid empty cup again. Bowser swore, if he looked at that thing one more time instead of at him, he was going to rip it out of the human's hands and chuck it halfway across the mushroom kingdom.

"Well?"

Greenie looked up at him. "...well what?"

A bit of smoke escaped him at that. Humans. Cute to look at but stars could they be annoyingly stupid sometimes.

"Why do you think the arrow didn't work?"

Luigi's eyes widened. "Oh. Right. That." He took a deep breath as he tightly gripped the cup.

"Well. Firstly. I'm...gay. So me chasing after and flirting with Peach would have been. Very mortifying. I think I'd have packed up and moved the second the arrow's effects wore off." A strained laugh escaped him. "Or died. Whatever got me out of the party faster."

"Huh."

Luigi shrugged and looked away again, this time Bowser couldn't help noting that the human's ears were about as red as his face.

"Secondly...I...erm. May have uh. Already liked you before all this happened today."

Bowser felt his eyebrows raise as he stared at the human in disbelief.

"You like me?"

Greenie shrugged again, this time a hint of annoyance bleeding into his voice. "Well yeah. I didn't spout all that. Y'know out of thin air today. It's. Been building for...awhile I guess."

"...huh. So. If I'd used that arrow on Peach..."

Greenie snorted and shot him a quite frankly, surprisingly devious smirk. "She'd probably chase Mario around the castle for a couple hours."

Bowser stepped back and tried to imagine that.

Having Peach in his clutches and having the arrow touch her only for her to break free and go after Mario. And that was only if he did that in her castle.

If he'd try that in his, would she break his home apart brick by brick to get back to the stupid red plumber before he could even 'rescue' her?

It...was almost a silly thing to imagine but if Luigi's actions and attempts to be near him while under the arrow's magical influence were anything to go by, then there was probably nothing Peach wouldn't do to be with her hero.

"...Huh."

"Thank Grambi today happened huh?"

Bowser snapped out of his imaginings and stared down at the plumber.

"Don't tell me you're happy about getting suped up on a love potion?!"

Greenie shrugged and looked away. "I wouldn't say...happy. Exactly. Coming down from that wasn't great...and I did and said stuff I'm not exactly proud of...but. Statistically it could have been worse."

Bowser couldn't help raising a brow at that.

"How could any of that been worse?"

"Well. The arrow could have hit Mario and well." Luigi grimaced. "Trust me when I say the less said about that the better."

"What, does he have a crush on me too?"

Bowser howled at the withering glare Luigi shot him at that.

"I'm joking." He wheezed between laughs. "I know that menace you call a brother only has eyes for Peach."

Luigi's mouth tightened slightly at that, causing Bowser to do a double take.

"Wait, don't tell me Peach isn't the only person he makes goo-goo eyes at?!"

"She is. He's never had it this bad for anyone before."

"...so what would be the problem?"

Luigi bit his lip. "...nothing really...it'd just. Be really embarrassing to watch..."

Bowser tilted his head. "How embarrassing?" Maybe the dumb love arrow wouldn't be a complete waste if he could use it to make Mario look like an idiot.

As if he could read his thoughts, Luigi's glare darkened. If looks could kill, Bowser was pretty sure he'd be a Dry Bones right now

Pretty impressive of the green human to pull off that strong of a death glare to be honest.

"Don't."

Bowser raised a hand and scoffed. "Yeah yeah sure whatever. Those things are more trouble than they’re worth using."

Greenie's expression lightened considerably at that. "Gratzi"

“So. Didja just come over to ask a question or were you hoping for somethin else?

Luigi looked down at the cup and fiddled with it a little. “...that’s. Kind of up to you, isn’t it?”

“...wha-?”

“I mean.” a small laugh escaped Greenie “I think whatever else the day’s been, I was a pretty clear on what I want. E-Even if it wasn’t uh. Exactly the way I’d wanted it to go.”

Bowser placed a claw under Luigi’s chin and turned his face towards him.

“Yeah? And how exactly did you want it to go?”

Greenie didn’t answer, brain probably too fried to respond as his gaze locked onto Bowser’s snout.

Bowser couldn’t help snorting at that. “You’re a weird lil human. Do you know that?” He leaned down even closer. “At least you’ve got good taste.” he purred before kissing the last person he thought he would when he’d gotten up this morning.

Whatever he’d thought about the guy, one thing was for sure. Luigi was a damn good kisser.

The guy practically melted against him as he finally dropped that stupid cup in his attempts to get closer.

He found he didn’t even mind that it was a soft sort of kiss as they slowly understood each others mouths and how they fit together.

It was nice.

Kissing Luigi was nice.

Pulling away so the human could get some air, Bowser gave Greenie a smug grin.

“How was that?”

Luigi hummed. “I’ve had better.”

Bowser stared down at the little human, gobsmacked. “Had bett-I’M THE KING OF THE KOOPAS! HOW HAVE YOU HAD BETTER?! I’M THE BEST KISSER IN ANY KINGDOM EVE-”

He froze at the mischievous look in the human’s eye before leaning down close enough that the little punk would feel his warm breath.

“Are you playing with me?”

“Playing? I would never.” Some of his earlier bluster seemed to be leaving him, but, to his credit, his voice stayed steady. “I just thought, I could use a few more kisses to uh. Really know for a sure that I’m a getting the best one. From you.”

Bowser stared at him for another second or two before letting out a soft, rumbling laugh. Oh, Green ‘Stache was devious under those big blue eyes and timid nature.

Tail wagging slowly, Bowser gave him a toothy smile. “In that case, we better get back to it then.” he purred, pleased to see Luigi’s response was an eager nod before reaching forward himself, small hands cupping the sides of his snout as he kissed him hard this time round.

Another low purr escaped him at the action.

Today may have been a mess, but at least it hadn’t been a total wash.

[elfboyeros]

Sneaking Around

Bridgehid Masterlist [start from the beginning?]

@jj-pines @karaboutmyart @lerenee

"What are the scientific theories in biology?"

"...Uhm, cell theory and gene theory?"

"You're forgetting one," Rowan remarked.

"Really?" Elias questioned.

"Starts with an H," they replied.

"Oh, oh! It's on the tip of my tongue!"

Rowan giggled, "You got it, you got it!"

"HOMEOSTASIS THEORY!"

"YEAH!"

"Alright, I'm giving you that one," they stated as they checked off the question on the study guide in front of them, "That's all the questions, you got a 23 out 30, that's better than the first exam."

"I am okay with that," Elias said proudly.

Rowan flashed him a small smile before looking back down at the study guide for Elias's most disliked class. The guide was placed on top of the biology textbook.

The two teens were sitting in one of the campus' small little green areas.

Elias noticed the shift in their mood, raising an eyebrow before he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Things are getting weird," they muttered.

"And what do you mean by that?" he pondered.

Rowan sighed, "The creatures from the tower, the whole chosen one stuff? I first thought that it was just some crazy cursed demonic, whatever the hell, speech," they rambled, "But then Georgia's grandmother said that something big is coming, and I am at the center of it. ...What the fuck does that even mean?!"

Elias nodded along.

"Ever since I got here, things have been weird! Like this has been nice and fun. I'm making friends, and I am back in school. But my parents are dead, and I know nothing about them, I don't remember them, hell I don't even recognize them!"

Rowan over-exaggeratedly flopped into Elias's lap, making his cheeks become flushed, "Something happened when I was little that I can't remember no matter how hard I try, and it makes me so angry!"

"Do you think it has anything to do with your mom's death?" Elias asked as he looked down at them.

"...Probably," they sighed.

"I know it doesn't help, but I remember her," he commented.

"You knew her?" Rowan asked, slightly shocked.

Elias made a face, "I saw her like two times, her appearance is hard to forget."

"That doesn't make me feel any better," Rowan groaned.

"Well let me make you feel worse," Elias half-joked, "We met when we were little."

Rowan groaned, before slapping their hands over their face.

"It was only once. When I was like eight... or maybe I was seven? I don't know. Anyway, we met in the courtyard on campus. We watched ants for like 15 minutes and then when you left... I never saw you again... Well until now."

The pink-haired teen groaned again, "Oh goddess..."

"Hey, it's no big deal," Elias replied with a kind smile, "We were little."

"This isn't just a case of not remembering because I was six, I don't remember because I can't remember anything from before I was 9!"

"I've heard of old mages and alchemists "locking away" people's memories. Mostly so they could commit crimes," Elias relayed, "Maybe someone locked away your memories when you were little?"

"Why would someone take away the memories of a kid?!"

Elias shrugged, thinking for a moment, "You said that you don't remember very much of whatever your life was before you were here at the college. ..Maybe someone did it because you did or saw something you weren't supposed to?"

Rowan groaned once again.

"...And maybe the college has stuff on file from that time." Elias offered.

The idea that Elias just posed made Rowan jump up, "Okay, great, that's perfect actually," there was a moment of thought, "..But how would I even get my files?"

Elias shrugged once again, "Indigo, maybe?"

"You are a genius," Rowan replied, jumping to their feet, "Let's go break into Indigo's office!"

"Goddess," Elias chuckled, getting up from the grassy hill, and following them toward the building.

They quietly made their way to Indigo's office, greeted by the door where Elias pulled out his bobby pin before he kneeled to lockpick the door.

"Dude, why?" Rowan scoffed while laughing.

"Do you have a key?" Elias replied, "...My sister taught me, just give me a second."

"Dude!," they laughed quietly before grabbing the doorknob and twisting the door open, "She doesn't lock her office. It's so Calvin can get in."

Elias sighed with a smile, getting off the floor and following Rowan into the mage's office.

That same mage was just a few doors down talking to one of her colleagues. Discussing the next day's training.

She looked exhausted, her speech was even slurred, yet it went unnoticed by the older mage.

However, when Percy walked by, she noticed.

"Corals?" she said with a questioning and slightly concerned tone in her voice.

Indigo turned around.

"Goddess, Indigo, you look like shit," Percy gasped, seeing the French woman's-tired eyes and dark circles.

"What do you need Percival?" Indigo asked.

"Have you slept recently?"

"Percival, if you don't need anything, I'm in the middle of a conversa—" Indigo began to turn around mid-sentence before beginning to fall to the floor.

Percy caught her before she hit the floor, shocked that the great Indigo Corals fainted from exhaustion in front of her.

The cursed professor picked the French woman up, biding their mage colleague well, before rushing to the infirmary.

"BOOKSTONE!"

Percy barged into the infirmary yelling Calvin's last name, causing the healers in the room to turn to attention.

"Mr. Corals is in the forge," one of the healers squeaked out.

Percy clicked her tongue, "Mr. Corals, good goddess," she sighed, "You idiots! Help her!"

The healers took Indigo from Percy, she turned to the other healers who were watching the madness unfolding in front of them, "Call him, you imbeciles!"

Back in Indigo's office, Rowan and Elias looked around, Elias sat at the mage's desk in her chair while Rowan looked through a filing cabinet.

Indigo's office was dimly lit by a few desk lamps scattered throughout the room. It was the same beige/brown color of the college.

Yet, her office felt so whimsical with bobbles, little trinkets, and other such objects that screamed Indigo and magehood.

"Indigo looks really different with her hair short," Elias remarked, looking at the framed photos from Indigo and Calvin's wedding.

"They have a whole wall of pictures in their house, it's weird how Indigo can look so different but also the same at the same time," Rowan replied, "AH-HA!"

Rowan pulled out a thick file that sat in the "R" tab of Indigo's filing cabinet.

They carried it over to the desk and sat it in front of Elias, "This is all on me," they sighed.

"Let's get to looking!"

They spent the next couple of hours looking through old documents.

The texts went from just standard transcripts that the two friends found themselves joking about and simple medical records from when Rowan was a child, to documents that became more and more censored the further the two of them looked.

Which made them both more concerned but also furthered their curiosity.

Whilst the teens were somewhere they weren't supposed to be, Indigo finally woke up.

Indigo opened her eyes and registered that she was in the infirmary.

She heard movement in the room, which sounded like Percy.

"Baiser," she sighed.

"Baiser is right."

This was probably the only time Indigo did not want to look at her husband.

The sound of the door shutting made her jump slightly before she tried to sit up.

"Easy," Calvin sighed, "You're lucky Percy was there."

Once she sat up, she finally brought herself to look at him.

He was upset, obviously, his arms firmly crossed across his chest with this look of disappointment and anger.

"I don't want to do this right now," Indigo muttered looking away from him.

"Well I do," Calvin declared with force, "So we're doing this."

Indigo rolled her eyes.

"Hey," he said sternly, his tone making her look at him, "You passed out from exhaustion, Indigo! You've been lying to me!"

"I haven't lied!"

"I asked you every day for the past three weeks, including yesterday: are you okay? Have you been sleeping? Is there anything I could help you with? What was your answer?! No, you were fine," he hollered.

"I just assumed that I was fine!"

"I don't like that answer!"

"My goddess, Calvin, I've been working! Working my ass off! I've been trying to take care of Rowan and all the shit that is happening around them, taking care of our house, my students, my new apprentice, my classes, my fucking mages. So, I got a little exhausted, no big fucking deal!"

"Indigo, you collapsed!"

"It's not the first time, Calvin," she mumbled.

"Goddess," he scoffed, rolling his eyes, "I don't want there to be any more times, Indigo!"

Indigo shook her head, "I can't make any promises," she said almost incomprehensible.

The healer-blacksmith shook his head, "..Indigo," he sighed as he saw her staring out the window avoiding his gaze, before he looked away and exhaled, "I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore."

Her eyes widened quickly as she looked back at him, "What do you mean?!"

"Angel."

It made her feel a bit better that he called her by one of his favorite nicknames instead of her actual name.

"I've told many times: I'm on your side. No matter what you want, how you want it, or how you're going to get it, I do not care, I will help you and stand beside you. I will be in your corner always," he began to explain as he approached the bed she sat in, "But, there is also a caveat to me being on your side with no questions asked, and it's that you don't do shit like this! You don't get yourself hurt on purpose, you try to keep yourself out of harm's way, and you come to me if you need help!"

Indigo didn't speak, waiting for him to continue after a pause.

"You, Mrs. Bookstone, are my only concern," he cooed, sitting at the end of her bed, "and because of that, I can't stay by your side and watch you destroy yourself. In fact, I won't allow it."

She nodded along.

"I know this stuff with Rowan is difficult and super stressful, but please take better care of yourself."

The French mage sighed, "I've hit the floor, huh? The bottom-ha-there is no falling anymore."

"Yes, but I'm here to help you up, angel," he mused.

"I'll try to be less self-destructive," Indigo stated.

"Thank you, angel eyes," he muttered, kissing her forehead, "You're going to stay here until the end of my shift, what do you need from your office?"

"...Calvin," she huffed.

"Yeah, no," he replied with a slight chuckle, knowing she wanted to leave, "What do you need?"

"My laptop, my beige bi-fold, and my phone," she listed, "The door isn't locked."

"I'll be right back."

"Thank you, grenade."

"Of course, angel eyes."

"I love you, Calvin," she called as he left.

"I love you, too," he replied, even though he was out of the room already.

Back in Indigo's office, Rowan was slumped in the office chair as Elias stood in the middle of the office with the overhead light on in an attempt to see the text beneath the black boxes on the sheet of paper in his hand with the help of the bright light.

"Elias, just stop," Rowan sighed with their head in their hands.

The long-haired teen looked over at his friend.

He saw how distraught they were over the whole situation; this was his idea and it had not gone how either of them wanted, "Rowan, I'm sorry," he sighed his arms now down at his sides, the paper he was trying to inspect clutched in his hand.

Rowan shook their head slightly, "Don't worry abo—"

The office door then opened, and Calvin was standing in the doorway.

Everyone froze in place as Calvin analyzed the room, the healer saw Elias and Rowan looking at him with wide eyes, the latter in the middle of the room, and the former in his wife's office chair, papers all over the Indigo's large desk, as well as one of her large filing cabinets drawers wide open.

Calvin cleared his throat, straightening himself up in the doorway looking upon the two teens, "You two aren't supposed to be in here... are you?"

"We are sorry, Mr. Bookstone," Elias squeaked.

Calvin cringed, "Just..." he sighed, "Stand outside, you two are coming with me after I get Indigo's things."

Rowan and Elias sheepishly nodded, waiting for Calvin to gather up what he was asked to, before taking them back to the infirmary and relaying what he had walked in on to his wife.

The two teens sat on a bench outside waiting to be reprimanded.

"She wants to talk to you, kid," Calvin remarked, making Rowan perk up before entering the hospital room.

Indigo didn't look pleased. She looked tired and irritated with her arms crossed as she sat upright in that hospital bed.

"I'm sor—"

"What exactly were you two looking for?" Indigo interrupted.

"Just stuff on me," Rowan answered.

"Why?"

Rowan sighed, they had never discussed the why with Indigo before, "I don't remember my childhood, and I wanted to find out if there was anything that could explain why."

Indigo shook her head, "Why didn't you come to me?" she asked.

They shrugged.

"So..." Indigo cleared her throat, "Did you find what you were looking for?"

They shook their head while staring at their feet.

"Mmm-hmm," Indigo hummed, "Did you find anything of interest?"

"Actually... Why are my records censored?" Rowan inquired.

Indigo paused for a millisecond, "...Because they are just copies of your records, even though I am your legal guardian, you and I are not biologically related. If I request your records, they will come to me censored."

There was something about the way that she explained it that made them not trust her account.

It made them want to push the issue, "Is there anything behind the censoring that explains why I don't recall my childhood?" Rowan asked.

There is a longer pause than the last, "...No," Indigo replied, "Like I have told you before I have no idea why you have no memories and believe me, I have searched for the answers why."

Rowan huffed, becoming increasingly irritated, "...So you don't have any theories?!"

"None that make sense," Indigo said with quite an erratic tone, "I have looked everywhere for answers for you, Rowan, I really have. It's possible that there are no answers to your questions."

The teen exhaled, leaving the room for the mage to sit in peace, whilst Rowan went back to sit with Elias, their head resting on his shoulder as they sulked.

"First time getting in trouble?" he asked.

Rowan nodded, "It's not just that... I think Indigo is right, I will never get my answers."

"What are you guys doing here?"

The duo looked up to see an ever-concerned Maverick with a clipboard pinned tightly to his chest.

"Hey, Ricky, we're..." Elias paused, debating on telling Maverick what they had done and why, "We just got in trouble with Indigo and Calvin."

"Really, why?"

"Eh-well—"

"You can tell him Elias, it's fine," Rowan groaned with their forehead against his shoulder.

"Well, we snuck into Indigo's office, because Rowan wanted to find their file to see if there was anything that could explain their amnesia," Elias explained, "We got caught after not really finding anything."

"I found out that my dad died of an illness, and that I was sick for a bit when I was five, and the rest was blacked out," Rowan moaned, "I don't think there is any documented reason why my memories are gone. It's just a mystery I will never solve."

Maverick stood in front of them wide-eyed. He had no idea that this was the reason they didn't remember him or the horrible things that had happened in the past.

Why were they so thrilled to be at the college, or open to talking to Duke, and just being in this environment? Yet, he couldn't say what he was thinking, but he so desperately wanted to.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that Rowan," he replied shakily, "I...I have to get back to work. I'll talk to you guys later."

With that the older teen walked away, leaving Elias and Rowan to sit on that bench feeling disheartened and deeply saddened. It seemed that the truth about baby Rowan just might not exist after all.

"When will I stop lying to them?" Indigo asked Calvin as he sat on the side of her bed.

"I don't know, angel, that's a choice you have to make," he answered as he brushed the hair out of her face, "What's the harm of telling them the truth about some things?"

She shrugged, "Because it will cause them to ask more questions, questions I actually don't know the answer to."

"So, you think making them ignorant will make it better?" he posed softly.

"Not ignorant. It's just to make them forget about all of that and focus on the things that will make them happy."

"What if knowing even the slightest bit will make them happy?"

The French woman gave him a look.

"All alright, angel, I'll stop," he cooed, "I'm going to check on Casper."

She only nodded, still sulking from her previous conversation with her ward.

She could see Elias and Rowan sitting on the bench outside her room through the glass wall that held the door. Both of them with their backs to her. She had never lied so much in her life, it was eating her alive.

[iamvegorott]

Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 9

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Marvin laid on Chase’s chest, running a hand through his hair and watching his face. Chase’s eyes were closed, and his breathing was slowly getting deeper. Signs that he was falling asleep. 

“Chase?” Marvin said and waited, not getting a reaction at all. Yep, he was down. That meant Marvin had an hour at the most. Marvin crawled out of bed, making sure Chase had the blanket on him so he couldn’t get chilly and wake up sooner than he should. He then slipped on a pair of Chase’s boxers and left the bedroom. 

Chase’s house was fairly nice. It wasn’t huge, but it was a nice-sized home. From what little Marvin looked at as they walked through, he could tell the decorations didn’t really seem to fit who Chase was. It was almost like someone else set the house up for him. He could also tell there had been pictures on the wall before, the faded squares and rectangles giving him that big clue. 

Now that he could explore freely on his own, he looked at those faded shapes more, and he was positive that they came from pictures that hung up there for a long time. Surely those pictures were somewhere, tucked away in a drawer or a box. 

Marvin then started checking doors, firstly seeing if any of them were locked. A locked door meant things were being hidden, and that would be a perfect place to start searching. 

Bingo

He grinned when the knob he grabbed didn’t move and, with a quick flick of his finger, unlocked the door and walked in. Marvin hummed to himself, seeing what looked like a little office area. He hummed again at seeing a collection of boxes in the corner of the room. There was definitely something in those. 

“Looks like my search won’t take long,” Marvin whispered and sat on the ground, taking one of the boxes and opening it up. 

But then he stopped.

Something felt…wrong. 

Why did his stomach ache? He felt nauseous at the idea of going through the box, of looking around, at doing what he shouldn’t be.

Was he feeling guilty?

The fuck? 

Why did this feel so wrong? Marvin’s gone through plenty of people’s personal belongings before. It’s how he’s learned things about them when he needed to. Why did this feel different? Why did he feel…angry at himself for this? 

Marvin had joked to Henrik the previous day about having Chase wrapped around his finger.

Apparently, Chase ended up basically doing the same to him. 

You don’t want to hurt your friends. You don’t want to do things you know you shouldn’t and dig into private things before they’re ready to open up to you about it themself. 

Damn it, Chase.

Damn those puppy-dog eyes and himbo energy. 

Marvin heard Chase moving and, while he could easily escape, make it so Chase would never know, he stayed. He wanted to get caught. Maybe getting chewed out would make him feel less of this gross guilt. 

“Marv?” Chase asked down the hall. His footsteps got closer, stopped, and then went faster before he was now at the door of the room. “Marvin? Why…why are you in here?” 

“I was snooping,” Marvin admitted, closing the box and setting it back where it belonged. 

“Did you…find what you were looking for?” 

“No. Because your ass managed to make me feel guilty about snooping. Henrik has been the only person in my life to actually make me feel guilty for doing things I shouldn’t. Congrats, Chase, you are now the second.” Marvin wasn’t able to look at Chase as he spoke, He was waiting for him to get pissed. He just wanted the yelling, cursing, and insults to be done and over with.

“Were you just looking, or did you have a question?” Chase’s voice was still calm. 

Marvin wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Where was the anger? Why was he still being nice? He had every right to throw a fit, to throw Marvin out if he wanted. But instead, he just sounded like he usually did. 

“I had a question.” Marvin chewed the inside of his cheek, crossing his arms. 

This felt weirder than the guilt. This wasn’t what he was used to. He didn’t like this change because he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe Chase’s anger will come out later when his guard was down. Maybe he’d save this to use it against him when he wanted something. Chase didn’t seem like the kind of person to do that, but he doesn’t know everything about Chase yet and could be in for a surprise. 

“What’s your question?” Chase asked.

“Who is Stacy Brody?” Marvin decided to just say it right then and there.

“Oh.” Chase’s voice got very soft.

“Oh?” Marvin finally turned to Chase, hearing what could be described as pain. 

“Stacy…she was my ex-wife.” Chase was looking at the ground. 

“Was?” Marvin bit his tongue after saying that. 

Dick move, Marvin.  

“She and…” Chase took in a deep breath. “She and my son died in a car accident three years ago.” 

“Holy fuck. Chase, I-I’m sorry.” Marvin could feel that guilt from before now burning in his chest, squeezing at his throat. He felt like a piece of shit for making Chase remember that. Now he wished Chase was pissed, that he would just slap him or something. He hated this. He hated this. 

“How did you find her name?” Chase went to the boxes, opened one, and pulled out a photo frame.

“When…When I was looking through Illinois’ papers…I found poems about Yancy, and I also found the emergency contact forms. I noticed that Stacy had been crossed out and replaced with Henrik. All I could see was her name, and I wanted to know who she was.” Marvin explained as he was handed the frame. He saw a young woman and a small child. He didn’t need to be told who those two were. 

“Why didn’t you just ask?” 

“Not as fun?” Marvin saw that look Chase gave him. He didn’t believe him. “That and…well…I was half-right in my assumption that she was your girlfriend.” 

“You thought I was using you to cheat on someone?” 

“I’ll admit that thought was in the back of my mind. Wouldn’t be the first time I was used like that. Usually, I find their partner, tell them the tea, and let them decide what they want to do.” Marvin gave the frame back. “I’m a bitch. I’m sarcastic and petty. But I’m no homewrecker. That stuff can turn someone sour. That’s what ruined my parents.” He added the last part very softly.

“No…No…Me and Stace had our problems…but it was never that.” Chase sounded tired as he returned the frame to the box. “Honestly, she was much better than the first girl I dated, but I’d rather not get into that right now.” He sighed heavily. “I need a drink. Want one?” 

“Probably shouldn’t drink when you’re upset.” Marvin shrugged. 

“You sound like Henrik.” 

“He can be smart sometimes.” 

“Yeah. He can.” 

“How about we go back to your bed? You have a nice TV in there. We can watch a movie or some YouTube videos.” Marvin softly chuckled at his thought. “Show me your videos. I haven’t had time to watch them on my own yet, and this feels like a good time to do that.”

“Really?” Chase perked up again. There was that puppy energy of his. 

“Yep, and maybe I’ll give you some head while you talk about it~” Marvin winked and saw Chase’s face going pink. Perfect. Back to where they should be. “Come on.” Marvin giggled and took Chase’s hand, walking them out of the office and back to Chase’s bedroom. 

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[neytris]

I AM SO READY. LET'S GO

“sst-ah.” you let out a shaky breath, grimacing as you pull his fingers out of you. they’re covered in your cum, so much so that a thick string of slick connects you to his fingers when you pull your pelvis away.

i can’t really pinpoint why but this is just so hot to me

he stops dead in his tracks, back still turned to you, a hand flying up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. “to tonowari, kid. tsireya will teach you from now on.” he heaves a heavy sigh and walks away.

facepalming and shaking my head as i type. what is wrong with daddy. I MEANT JAKE. yeah. what is wrong with him.

you couldn’t help it, you cried whenever you felt overwhelmed with anything. sadness. happiness. anger. frustration.

she is me. i am her. i have never related more to a character before (i'm probably lying. but that's not the case)

you sit up, supporting your torso with your arms behind your back. neteyam. the older, caring bother, always looking out for everyone but himself. of course, he would be the one to care enough to find out what you’ve been through the past day. “you smell gross.” he chuckles breathily, nudging the bowl of fish closer to you. neteyam scoffs, straightening his spine. “gentle giant? he looks like he eats na’vi for breakfast.”

don't do this to me. i love him so much. he's the best big brother. truly. just look at him i wanna kiss his cheeks he's SO SWEET

you were gone. gone like you were never here to begin with. taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he tried not to assume the worst. but what if – what if it was the worst? to be used and discarded like an object. all over again. surely, there’s no way that you would do this to him, not after opening-up to you like that. not after last night. not after the words you uttered to one another before going to sleep. “shit.” he curses, taking another swig. cursing himself for trusting another after he made the vow to never trust again. another swig. for facing the part of him that he’s denied since he came into adulthood. another swig. for letting someone in. another swig. for allowing himself to love you.

I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN. KNEW THAT THE SECOND WE LEFT WITHOUT WAKING HIM UP. I'M RIPPING MY HAIR OFF

with a quick shake of your head, you continue making your way to ralak. the closer you get, the more a giddy smile spreads across your face. though you were the bearer of bad news, you can’t ignore the flutters in your stomach. the same flutters you had when you first laid eyes on him – the day eywa herself told you he’s the one.

girl. GIRL. oh girl. moments before disaster. i feel it coming

his growl grows louder, coming from the pit of his stomach, deep and powerful. lengthy fingers tightening around your arms, he spins you around and tucks you behind him in one swift move. his name slips off your tongue once more, quick, and unsure. he has one hand perched on the dip of your waist, holding you close behind this towering frame. “come out.” he growls gruffly, straightening his spine to present at his full height.

PROTECTIVE RALAK YOU SAY???? AGHHH??? this whole part is just. chef's kiss. why am i jumping up and down in excitement

“because he wants everything that’s mine.” so, i am his. you think, one corner of your mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

GOD SHE'S SO ME LMFAOCNFJBVHY

“i’m not going anywhere. i’m right here. feel me. feel my heartbeat. focus on it and come back to me.” only a bottle could do that for him. bring him back. yet, you did it with the mere sound of your heart.

I LOVE THEM????? SO MUCH???? M'FOLDING LIKE A LAWN CHAIR RIGHT NOW THIS PART IS JUST PERFECT MWAH

your tail had been one of his favourite things about you from the day you first locked eyes, so slender and delicate. nothing like his. it not only fascinated him. it aroused him. it makes him push into you even harder, tip of his cock throbbing against your lower back. he craves to be even closer to you – to be inside you. to rut into you until your voice becomes so hoarse from screaming his name. over and over. again, and again.

my size kink is showing again. someone please send an ambulance. i think i’m in heat

“i can still smell him.” the scent of another so deep into your skin makes him want to mark you. to sink his lengthy canines into your neck for the smell to seep out, only to be replaced by his. “then fix it.” you breathe, head dipping forward to open yourself up to him.

yeah ralak????? fix it????? don't be a WUSS. mygod

“mine. yes?” he growls, thrusting himself against your slippery slit. “yes.” you spread your legs further apart, standing on the tips of your toes to provide him with better access. “please.” you let out a pathetic mewl. he grunts in frustration. he wants nothing more than to thrust himself inside you, stretching your pussy out with his huge cock. and with those little, sweet pleas, it’s almost too hard to resist. but he does.

i swear a tear just ran down my leg and i had to clench my thighs together. ISSY WHY ARE YOU EDGING US. IT'S NOT FUNNY. YOU STOP THAT

“taking my fingers so well, hm?” he praises you with a shaky voice, planting a gentle kiss behind your ear. “mmmn! please!” another plea falls from your lips, a plea for him to move – to make you cum. he sets a relentless pace, stimulating the sensitive spot in your gummy, hot walls, working lengthy moans and mewls from you.

NOT THE PRAISE HELPM E. SERIOUSLY IN THE NEED OF A BIG BOY. SEND BIG BOYS MY WAY

he just wants to hear a little more. to hear how badly you want him. he loves the way you squirm around, sputtering nonsense from being so fucked out by just his fingers. he loves the little noises your pussy makes for him and can’t wait to hear how they’ll sound once his cock is stuffed inside you.

i just fainted like. no joke. my size kink is insane. THIS is insane

“that’s my girl.” he hums proudly, scissoring his fingers open to stretch you out.

THAT'S MY GIRL???? UMMMM SIR???? HELLLLOOOOOO???

“my turn to make you feel good.” to your surprise, he rests a hand on your arm, pulling it away from him. he looks down at you through blown pupils, arousal plastered all over his face. beads of sweat trickle down his temples, wet strands of curled hair stuck to his cheeks, he sighs the words. “not today, tanhì. i must get you back, now.”

SHUT UP RALAK JUST SAY YES PLEASE JUST SAY YES FOR ONCE OH MY GOOOOOD. WE'RE ALL HORNY HERE YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE ROMANTIC IT'S OKAY WE DON’T MIND

issy just. thank you for this. you’re amazing. i have no words

Ralak te Sepawn ieyk’itan: Chapter Three

An Illustrated Collaboration with @zestys-stuff

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Hyperlinks are attached to specific paragraphs that when clicked on will lead you to its illustration by Ralak's creator @zestys-stuff.

Characters: Metkayina!Ralak (24) x Sully!Omaticaya!Reader (19)

Warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, angst, ptsd/ flashbacks, profanity, age gap, sexual tension, size difference/kink, praise kink, jealousy, scenting, fingering, recollection of non-con trauma (for the plot), alcohol consumption/drunk character, let me know if i forgot anything?

Word Count: 6.3k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Sorry this one took a while, been a hell of a week. It's got a lot of angst, so prep yourselves guysss. Ends with smut, ofc. I hope you guys enjoy 🤍

Synopsis: Your family seeks uturu with the Metkayina in the village of Awa’atlu. You have a difficult time adjusting, and are assigned your own special teacher, Ralak.

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“Y/n. For the love of Christ, you better tell me that the storm held ya up last night.” Jakes voice rings in your ear, waking you up.

Oh shit.

You look to your left to see the first rays of sunlight shining on Ralak’s sleeping, naked body, chest heaving slowly from his unfaltering breaths. Perched on his side, his face sits in his palm, as if he’s fallen asleep partially sitting up. Two fingers still nestled inside you, his facial muscles are slightly tensed, like he’s ready wake up any minute and tend to your every need, just like he’s been doing all night long. 

“Get your ass home. Now.” Jakes irate voice brings you back to reality.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

What were you going to tell Jake? That the storm did keep you up? He’d never believe that. Not for a second. Either way, if you didn’t go now, this man would skin the love of your life. Unmated, in his bed, all before your second iknimaya? He’d try, at least.

“Sst-ah.” you let out a shaky breath, grimacing as you pull his fingers out of you. They’re covered in your cum, so much so that a thick string of slick connects you to his fingers when you pull your pelvis away. You scramble to your feet, wiping yourself up with the already damp cloth next to his bed.

I’ll be back, my love. You think, looking over at him one last time before rushing out of his marui.

On your way to the cave, you try to assess your state. It’s hard to tell, given the fact that your heart is pounding at a speed only an ikran could attain. Anxiety streams through your veins, but otherwise, you feel fairly normal. Maybe a little bit like you did after your first iknimaya, when you passed your dream hunt and had one too many glow worms. But nothing unmanageable.

Guess it’s over.

Finally arriving at the cave, frantic eyes search the body of water for your loincloth. It’s floating at the far end of the lake, so you dive in. As you’re swimming, you catch a whiff of your own scent, mixed with Ralak’s. You bring your arm to your nose and take a deep breath. “Fuck.” you curse under your breath, submerging your entire body in the water, trying to bathe his scent off you.

You knew you scented each other, but you didn’t know that it would linger this long. You scrub your body, paying extra attention to your chest and neck. Time is going faster than you can move. But it’s like the more you scrub, the more you rub it into your skin – into your essence.

“Forget this.” you huff, grabbing your loincloth and swimming back to sand. You wring it out, slip inside and tie the knot hastily. One last look back on his marui pod, and you’re gone like the wind – quick and silent.

The trek back home is nerve-wracking, you feel so uneasy that you could feel something in your throat. A lump. You swallow repeatedly, trying to get rid of it, but it grows a little bigger for every step you take. By the time you’re at your marui door, you feel like you can’t breathe.

Neteyam smells you first, wreaking of a male na’vi, nose scrunching at the odour. He huffs a harsh breath through his nostrils, attempting to rid the lingering scent from of his lungs. He examines your condition – clammy skin with little colour left in it. Eyes trailing up to your face, he could see the fear written all over it, along with something else. Something like –

“Jesus, what the hell were you thinking?!” Jake hisses through clenched teeth.

“D-dad. I-I can explain.” you stutter, throat so tight you can barely speak.

Jake pulls his head back, eyelids blinking furiously. It’s as if the scent quite literally hit him, square in the jaw. With his suspicions confirmed, his lips stretch into a thin line, his go to expression of disapproval. The type that makes your ears lay flat against your skull, and bottom lip jut out.

“I can smell him on you.” Jake brushes past you. “Stay with your brother.”

“Dad, please.” your voice is strained, fighting against the lump in your throat. “Where are you going?”

He stops dead in his tracks, back still turned to you, a hand flying up to his face to pinch the bridge of his nose. “To Tonowari, kid. Tsireya will teach you from now on.” He heaves a heavy sigh and walks away.

The anxiety quickly morphs into anger, bubbling in your veins and sizzling your skin. Your short fuse blows. How could he take this away from you? You weren’t a ‘kid’ anymore. You had passed your iknimaya back home, and you’re on the brink of passing it here, too. Despite that, he always treats you like this, like the late bloomer you are. He didn’t even care to know what really happened.

“Not a fucking kid!” you shout after him, only for him to shake his head and continue walking.

“Sis.” Neteyam mutters, gently guiding you into the marui pod by your arm.

You shrug him off, storming past him to dive into your bed, burying your face into your pillow – damp from last night’s tears. It only becomes wetter as your fresh tears stream down your face. You couldn’t help it, you cried whenever you felt overwhelmed with anything. Sadness. Happiness. Anger. Frustration.

The sound of your privacy curtain being drawn back snaps your head up from your pillow. It’s Neteyam, standing over you with a face of concern, a bowl of steamed fish in one hand and a cup of water in the other. He sighs quietly, crouching down to come eye to eye with you. “You were in heat, weren’t you?” He states, already knowing the answer. “You should eat and drink something.” He places the bowl and cup on the floor next to you.

You sit up, supporting your torso with your arms behind your back. Neteyam. The older, caring bother, always looking out for everyone but himself. Of course, he would be the one to care enough to find out what you’ve been through the past day. “Yup. Late bloomer finally got her heat.” you speak of yourself harshly, taking the cup of water and chugging it.

“You smell gross.” he chuckles breathily, nudging the bowl of fish closer to you.

“Thanks, big brother. Appreciate it.” you giggle between cries, nudging it back to him. “Not hungry.”

His arms rest on his knees, braids swaying in his face as he looks behind him before dropping his head. “Agh.” he lifts his head, staring at you for a few seconds, as if he were contemplating something. “You should not have done that. Not before your iknimaya.”

“I didn’t! Nothing... like that happened, Tey. Ralak isn’t like that.” your head hangs low as you utter the words. “He’s... a gentle giant.”

Neteyam scoffs, straightening his spine. “Gentle giant? He looks like he eats na’vi for breakfast.”

“Hey –” you sniffle, glaring up at him, “I like him, Tey. A lot. He’s good for me.”

Neteyam’s features soften. As if hearing your words plucked a string of sympathy in his heart. As much as he wants to help you, he can’t. Not with a direct order from his father. He shakes his head, eyes closed, and brows furrowed.

That’s his way of saying, ‘Sorry. Can’t’.

You sigh, bringing your knees to your chest to hide your face. You can smell Ralak’s scent now that your nose is near your thighs. It fills your lungs with every breath you take. His pheromones. His aphrodisiac. His arousal. He left it all on you, rubbed into your skin so deep it seems to have altered your own scent.

Is this what scenting does?  

Soon you’re breathing heavily, trying to savour what left you have of him – of last night. It makes you heavy in the head, like all the strength has left your body. You feel your face warm up, the heat spreading to the tips of your ears. You’re tired. Defeated.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” Lo’ak’s faint voice sounds frantic.

You hear Neteyam shuffling to his feet to go and check what his brother is on about. “Stay here, got it?”

“Mhm.” you hum, too tired to even lift your head.

The sound of Lo’ak yanking back your privacy curtain makes you jump out of your skin, nearly knocking over the bowl of steamed fish. You stare up at him wide eyed, to see him motioning over to the door of your marui. Your brows kiss in confusion, unsure of what’s going on.

“Heard you were in... hea-a situation. Just gonna borrow big bro for a second, cool?” he raises his brows, nudging his head towards the door in an emphasized manner.

A smile pulls at your lips once you realize what he’s doing for you. You wipe your puffy eyes with the back of your hand and shuffle to your feet. “I owe you, Lo’.”

Ralak’s POV

Ralak rouses to an empty bed. He sits up quickly, scanning his marui for any sign of you. Nothing. The only thing that remains is your potent scent flooding the room. The only proof that you were ever here. “Oh, y/n.” he groans, head slumping into his hands.

You were gone. Gone like you were never here to begin with. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he tried not to assume the worst. But what if – what if it was the worst? To be used and discarded like an object. All over again. Surely, there’s no way that you would do this to him, not after opening-up to you like that. Not after last night. Not after the words you uttered to one another before going to sleep –

‘I love you’.

But why does it feel the same? The same as that day. The day he was in a marui pod like this one, young, bare skinned and short haired, kneeling before his own karyu. His chest tightens, the walls of his throat closing in on one another. He can feel it creeping up his spine. The flashbacks. The tremors. The nausea. Rushing to his feet, he makes his way over to the shelf well-stocked with bottles of ‘fermented fruit’ – pxir [beer; alcohol].

A poison to many, but an antidote to him.

Dust had settled on the bottles since the last day he reached for them. The day you became his tanhì. That’s why he had never brought you up here, he never wanted you to see the truth. The way he copes with his emotions – bottling them up and then chugging it down when they became just too much.

The bottle opens with a pop, strong, bitter scent wafting up his nose, replacing the scent of you in his lungs. He takes a quick swig, baring his teeth from the sting of it trickling down his throat. “Ahh.” He sighs a breath of relief, feeling the alcohol already taking effect, loosening his chest, and clearing his throat.  

Yet he can still feel the shiver of his spine, and the churn of his stomach.

“Shit.” he curses, taking another swig. Cursing himself for trusting another after he made the vow to never trust again. Another swig. For facing the part of him that he’s denied since he came into adulthood. Another swig. For letting someone in. Another swig. For allowing himself to love you.

Alas, a clear mind and body – rid of the memories of his past.

He readies himself for his bath, something he often did to relax. Just like he did last time you left him.

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Time is of the essence. With no idea of when Jake will be back, you move quickly. You weave through the webbing of the mangrove roots, ducking and dodging those that jut out. You take a short cut, bouncing over the netting of a cluster of marui pods on the way to Ralak’s.

Eyes guardedly stuck to your feet, you bump into Ka’ani, the man who replaced Ralak’s role as fisherman – faceplanting into his bare chest. Arms instinctively wrapping around you, he holds you close until you regain your balance. Admittedly, he’s a little too close for comfort, his face nestled in the crown of your head. You hear quick, nasally breaths, muffled by your hair.

Is he... sniffing me right now?

You shove him off you, probably a little too rough to be considered friendly, and take a few steps back. “Sorry, Ka’ani.” you mutter, gingerly walking around him.

“No problem, at all.” he smirks, raising his hands and making space for you to leave.   

With a quick shake of your head, you continue making your way to Ralak. The closer you get, the more a giddy smile spreads across your face. Though you were the bearer of bad news, you can’t ignore the flutters in your stomach. The same flutters you had when you first laid eyes on him – the day Eywa herself told you he’s the one.

Your mate.

Your legs move faster, as fast as they can go, until the sand slackens your steps. Silky, fine sand – always the first thing to let you know that you’ve arrived. You can’t help the excitement bubbling from your tummy and up your throat. “Ralak!” you blurt out, eager to find your love.

A tall figure in the distance catches your eye, it looks as if he were going into the cave. You wave your hands above your head, shouting his name as you lope towards him. “Ralak!”

The figure stops, turning around to acknowledge your calls. He stands still for a minute, before walking towards you with a stagger in his step. Tail perking up instantaneously, your hand flies to your bare hip, searching for your medicine pouch. You’re running on the tips of your toes again, concern and worry replacing the flutters low in your belly.

“Wha-t is it?” you shout, voice wavering as you close the distance between your bodies.

You crash into him with a smack, making the typically sturdy giant wobble. Now your ears art alert, perturbed by his odd behaviour. Gently pushing you away, his large hands grip your upper arms, fingertips touching once another. Blue, hazed orbs peer down at you, extra glossy and lidded.

“Are you sick? Wounded?” you question, resisting his gentle pushes to search his body. 

Nostrils flickering above his pursed lips, he leans into your neck. He pulls back with a huff, blowing hot air through his nose, onto your face. Your eyelashes flutter, face of concern quickly morphing into one of confusion.

Everyone is sniffing me today.

Head snapping to the left, his eyes search the webs of the mangrove roots off in the distance. A guttural growl rumbles deep in Ralak’s chest, thinned lips curling over his canines, flashing them before your eyes. You watch in awe as his brows lower, knotting together to turn his eyes beady. Ears flat against his skull, the scent of another na’vi scrunches his nose.

That’s a new look.

“Ralak.” your voice is breathy and small ��� laced with fright.

His growl grows louder, coming from the pit of his stomach, deep and powerful. Lengthy fingers tightening around your arms, he spins you around and tucks you behind him in one swift move. His name slips off your tongue once more, quick, and unsure. He has one hand perched on the dip of your waist, holding you close behind this towering frame.

“Come out.” he growls gruffly, straightening his spine to present at his full height.

The two words double-knot your stomach, sending you wiggling into the sink of his back, face peeking through the crack of his arm and side. Your eyes flicker from side to side, looking for whatever – whoever he’s talking to. Meanwhile, your fingers grip the band on his loincloth, the only thing available on his body to hold.

Silence.

“Or I make you.” He rasps the warning through his four, pointed fangs.

Perhaps if Ralak wasn’t here the knots in your belly would have tightened by now, to the point where you would feel queasy. But the hiss fizzling from the back of his throat puts your nerves at ease – your body sensing its safety in his presence.

Out comes a brawny, wide na’vi, from behind the large, thick roots of the mangroves. His hands are splayed out, representing something of caution. No – surrender. He approaches Ralak slowly. Warily.

“Sorry, brother. I did not know she was yours.” Ka’ani says impishly.

Jaw snapping open, his hiss comes out full force. It’s loud and thick, almost grating. Much like a roar. Though you knew it wasn’t for you, it shook you up, tugging at the string in your grip as your body jolts forward into his.

“She belongs to no one.” His top lip twitches as he spits the vile words, stinging your heart in the process. Am I not his? What about last night? You think, tightening your grip on the band of his loincloth.

“It looks as if she belongs to you, Tak.” Ka’ani leans to the left, chin jutting out as he tries to catch a glimpse of you. “Look at her, holding on to your –”

“Lewng! [shame]. Tracking her scent.” Ralak hisses, turning his body to hide you from his predatory eyes. “Leave.”

“Ah. Come on now, brot-” He spreads his arms wide, walking around Ralak towards you.

Ralak takes a step forward on his last word, nearly coming chest to chest with the shorter na’vi. A moment of silence passes between the two, as Ralak stares him down with vengeance in his eyes. A hand flies up to his hip, gripping the knife sheathed in its casing. “Now.”

Ka’ani straightens his back, eyes flickering between Ralak and yours that peek from behind him. His hands retract, hovering either side of his head as he retreats. Ralak maintains his position, with a hand keeping you tucked away whilst the other rests on his hip. Once Ka’ani’s figure is no longer visible, Ralak sighs, and turns his heel to make his way back to his much-needed bath.

“Thanks...” you huff, walking close behind him.

“You women and your heats.” he mutters as he walks faster, ripping his loincloth out of your grip.

“Ex-cuse me?” your words bounce as you try to keep up with him. “You have no –”

“Do you understand what would have happened had I not been here? Do not be so reckless.” He tsks, as his feet come to a halt, balling his hands into fists.

“Reckless? All I did was walk here!” you shout, almost bumping into him again.

“Because you left to begin with.” he whispers through clenched teeth.

“What?” the question is breathy, hands perching on your knees to rest.

He turns around quickly, prompting you to stand at full height. Breathing heavily, he presses his warm body against yours, chin tucked into his chest to peer down at you. Instinctively, you perch on the tips of your toes, eyes lidded in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, he brings your wrists up to his nose, heated lips pressing against your supple skin.

“He scented you.” he mumbles quickly, lips pulling into a thin line before letting go and backing away.  

“Why? How? I only bumped into him.” you walk towards him, watching him turn his heel again. “Hey –” you reach out for his arm to pull him back around.

First you leave him this morning, then come back scented by another na’vi. He shrugs you off, hands now fiddling with the knot above the base of his tail as he nears the entrance of the cave. The knot of his loincloth comes undone, heavy, sheathed hunting knife silently making impact with the sand.

“Because he wants everything that’s mine.”

So, I am his. You think, one corner of your mouth curling upwards into a smirk.

“Oh, Ralak.” You stand at the cave’s opening, waiting in silence for a response.

He continues to keep his back turned to you, dips of his clenched glutes on full display. Despite last night, seeing him naked still makes you shy, cheeks turning red and hot from the blood that rushes to them. You watch him hastily put his hair in a sloppy bun as he submerges himself in the water.

“I need to speak with you about this morning” you mumble, eyes locked onto the ripple of his back muscles.

“No need. I understand.” he answers lowly, shimmying over to the bottle of fermented fruit propped on a rock in the cave.

“Understand what? It’s about –”

“You made a mistake. It was your heat. It is fine.” he mutters quickly, taking a swig at the last word.

A mistake? My heat?

The realization hits you, hard. You’d been so out of it, so delirious from your heat you hadn’t given a second thought about his confession. His trauma that he confided in you, in this very cave. It’s like stones in your heart – no, boulders. Weighing it down so heavily that it feels like there’s a pulse in your stomach.

How could you be so cruel? So thoughtless? So insensitive? To not even wake him and utter the words to his face. To allow him to wake up to an empty bed after letting down his walls and being so vulnerable to you. To be so caught up in your own head you couldn’t even bat an eye at the man who helped you through your first heat.

“Oh. Oh, Lak. No. No, it’s nothing like that.” you sputter out a trembling voice, sliding into the water to rush over to him. You rest your hand on his upper back, taking in the warmth of his skin. He feels feverish – hot to the touch.

What is he drinking?

You rub his back gently, bioluminescent freckles dancing from your caresses. Yet, he’s rigid. Cold. Distant. He’s not the Ralak you know, swaying side to side as he brings the lip of the bottle to his mouth.

“Stop, my love.” you coo, sliding your hand up his raised arm as you walk around him.  Pulling the bottle away from his lips, you cautiously place the pxir on a nearby ledge. “Ralak.” you whisper, staring up at him with worried eyes.

The sound of his name falling from your lips tilts his head back ever so slightly, like it pained him to even look at you. Curly, loose stands of hair frame his face, accentuating his angular features. He attempts to fix his mask of indifference to his face, but you can see through it. You see the anguish glossed over his lidded, inebriated eyes.

Ocean blue eyes.  

tw: flashback

His mind is elsewhere, dissociating back to the day of the incident. The night of his iknimaya celebration, where his own karyu cornered him in his family marui, engulfing him with her pheromones. Manipulating him with her heat to take care of her. To touch her.

He can hear the waves crashing into the shore, the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof of the marui, the roll of the thunder – her whispers in his ear, ‘I’ve been waiting too long for this. You are officially a man now. Make your karyu feel better, right here...’.

The smell of her pheromones is suffocating, more potent than any fermented fruit he’s ever had. It frightened him, feeling like he had no self-control. No way to stop his movements, no matter how much he screamed at his body to move, run – anything.

It is what made him vow to never lose control of himself. His composure.

He can feel the heaviness of his body. The lethargy. The way his lungs refused to fill, no matter how hard he tried to breathe. When he woke, he was alone, sitting in the corner in a pool of his own sweat, curled in on himself. His karyu left, to never return. Leaving nothing but the lingering smell of her heated scent behind. 

tw: end of flashback

“My karyu” you hum softly, placing his hand on your chest.

When you first called him that, he almost grimaced. But as time passed, you made the word bearable. You gave it a new meaning, a new feeling. Eventually filling him with eagerness to hear it fall from your flushed lips. In tones of excitement, frustration... pleasure.

You hold his thumb, and give it a squeeze, trying to bring him back from wherever he is. Your heart weighed even heavier, seeing him drift away and detach when he’s right in front of you. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here. Feel me. Feel my heartbeat. Focus on it and come back to me.”

The words echo in his skull, reverberating between the thick bone. He can hear you, feel you. With each thump of your heart, the heaviness of his body lifts, the scent of her fades, the pitter-patter of the storm subdues until nothing, but that thump can be heard. His eyes finally flicker down to yours, ears and brows twitching at the pulse of your heart.

Only a bottle could do that for him. Bring him back. Yet, you did it with the mere sound of your heart.

“I’m sorry, Lak. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I was so thoughtless. I’m sorry... that happened to you.” the words are shaky, flowing over your quivering bottom lip. “I would never. Ever. Ever. Ever –” you blubber, shaking your head, “Ever, do that to you. I-I had to leave because of my father. He’s punishing me. Forbidding me from seeing you. Having Tsireya teach me instead. I should have woken you.”

Another arm snakes around his waist, bringing him in closer to you. You slump your head into his chest, letting the tears flow and stain his skin. “I don’t regret a thing. I meant everything I said. I-I see you, Ralak” you sputter, breath hitching from the crying.

“Tanhì” he croaks, kissing the crown of your head as he wraps his arms around you to hold you closer.   

“I love you” The three words are said in unison as you cling onto one another.

Alcohol still coursing through his veins, Ralak’s heavy body slumps into you, slowly shifting you both against the cave wall. He presses your back against the rocky surface, unwrapping his arms from your waist to support his body weight with a hand on the wall. He leans in, brushing his cheek against yours.

“I will miss you.” he whispers huskily next to the shell of your ear.

“I’ll miss you, too.” you whisper back, head pulling back to meet his gaze.

Your eyes lock for a moment, an undeniable tension now budding in the air and making your breaths quicken. He inches even closer, lips brushing against yours as you exchange the same hot breath until you’re light in the head.

He kisses you roughly – sloppily.

Tongue slipping into your mouth, you get a taste of what he’s been drinking all day. It’s a little sweet, with undertones of various fruits native to the reef people. But once the sweetness wears off, the bitter aftertaste makes your brows gather. He pulls away, revealing heavy-lidded eyes with thin blue rings for irises, flickering side to side as they stare into yours.

Chests heaving in synchrony, you both struggle to catch your breath. Hands cupping each other’s face, your lips crash into one another again, body language hungry and desperate for each other’s touch. Ralak shoves his knee between your legs, providing you with the friction your body has been begging for. Your body moves on its own, humping at his thigh as best you can in the water.

“I-I want... you.” The desperate words part your bruised, flushed lips, hand sliding up his back to caress his kuru [queue].

He shakes his head, brows gathering tightly. “Not now. Not here. We do it the right way.”

“Then...” you pant, voice laced with desperation as your hands make their way to his hips, dainty fingers wrapping around his hardened girth, “...give me something else.”

Breath turning raggedy, he struggles to maintain his composure. The influence of the alcohol surging through his body proves it to be an even more difficult task. He takes a deep breath, withdrawing his knee from your legs to spin you around in one quick motion. Ralak tries his best to be gentle with you, shoving you into the wall to press his aching cock against you.

A soft moan parts your lips; thin, fuzzy tail wrapping around his thigh in attempts to bring you closer. Eywa, did that push him closer to the edge. Your tail had been one of his favourite things about you from the day you first locked eyes, so slender and delicate. Nothing like his. It not only fascinated him. It aroused him.

It makes him push into you even harder, tip of his cock throbbing against your lower back. He craves to be even closer to you – to be inside you. To rut into you until your voice becomes so hoarse from screaming his name. Over and over. Again, and again. Fingers hurriedly fiddling with the knot of your loincloth, he pants a few greedy, rough kisses along your upper back.

“Oh! Ralak, I-I think –” you moan lowly, his touches throwing you into a daze.

“What?” he huffs, fingers coming to a halt in fear that he’s being too rough with you.

“I think I’m still in heat.” you lie, or maybe it wasn’t a lie. You feel so woozy in the head that you’re not even sure what’s going on anymore. All that sits at the forefront of your mind is him claiming you as his.

“Is that so?” he lets out a breath of relief, a chuckle if you will.

“Yes. Can you help me?” you pant, trembling voice feigned with innocence.

“Ah. Let me check, little one.” He buries his face into the nape of your neck, pulling back with a loud sigh through his nose. A growl rumbles in his chest and up his throat. “I can still smell him.” The scent of another so deep into your skin makes him want to mark you. To sink his lengthy canines into your neck for the smell to seep out, only to be replaced by his.

“Then fix it.” you breathe, head dipping forward to open yourself up to him.

“Oh?” he smiles open mouthed, brushing his pointed fangs against your silken skin, making your back arch on instinct. Submitting to him and his touch. Open mouth lingering over your neck, his jaw closes to graze his teeth against you. He sucks lightly on your skin, puckered lips pulling off with a pop.

Of course, he’d make you wait for that too. He was only ‘helping’ you, right now.  

He kicks your feet apart, spreading your legs for him to settle in closer behind you. A string of your slick connects your thighs together, breaking apart when he rubs his cock against your bare cunt. He begins rubbing his face into the back of your neck, scenting you as his.

“Mine. Yes?” he growls, thrusting himself against your slippery slit.   

“Yes.” You spread your legs further apart, standing on the tips of your toes to provide him with better access. “Please.” You let out a pathetic mewl.

He grunts in frustration. He wants nothing more than to thrust himself inside you, stretching your pussy out with his huge cock. And with those little, sweet pleas, it’s almost too hard to resist. But he does. He pulls away, gaze snapping down to the rope of wetness connecting your most intimate parts together.

Cocking a brow, his hand comes between your sticky pelvises, fingers coiling around the string of slick before they glide over your pussy and spread your folds. Your wetness drips down his digits, pooling in the palm of his hand. “So wet. Maybe you are in heat.” he mumbles, pressing his lips against your back, peppering kisses down the curve of your shoulder.  

Ralak fondles with your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles into it with his slickened fingertips. Your hips squirm around from the white-hot pleasure tightening your core. It’s just not enough. Perhaps it’s just residual heat, but you feel so, so empty. A yearning deep in your womb, to be filled and stretched. Your hips buck forward, slipping his fingertips to prod at your entrance, before pushing back on him to try and sink them inside you.

Needy body language riling up the giant behind you, his harsh kisses move their way up to your ear. “Say it, tanhì.” he groans lowly, positioning his finger at your tight hole.

“I n-need you inside of me!” you cry desperately, shoving yourself back into him.

“You listen so well, paysyul.” he exhales a hot breath into the shell of your ear, sinking his thick finger inside you, twisting his wrist so that he can curl it right into your sweet spot.

“Oh, shit.” you moan breathily, cheek pressed firmly against the rocky wall.

“That is why you learn so quickly.” He fingers you roughly, expertly working out a squelch with each curl of his digit.

The feeling is like heat, shooting down your spine and pooling in your pelvis. It makes your hips spasm, chasing the fiery sensation in hopes to put it out. His finger brings relieve, satiating the itch as your sweet spot swells from pure bliss. He knows exactly where to touch, and how to touch.

Yet, it still isn’t enough.

“More! ‘ts not enough!” you cry, writhing underneath him.

He finds your little cries amusing, letting a chuckle evade his lips. How could something so small act so mighty? He slides another digit in, feeling your tight pussy walls stretch to accommodate him. He hears the little whimper bubbling up your throat, letting him know you need a moment to adjust.

“Taking my fingers so well, hm?” he praises you with a shaky voice, planting a gentle kiss behind your ear.

“Mmmn! Please!” Another plea falls from your lips, a plea for him to move – to make you cum. He sets a relentless pace, stimulating the sensitive spot in your gummy, hot walls, working lengthy moans and mewls from you.

With the way he’s fingerfucking you, it feels as if your nerves are on fire. The coil tightly wound in your core ready to snap any second now. Your brows pinch together in fervour, mouth falling open to allow heavy, hot breaths to escape.

“Close! So close! Gonna! Gonna –” Your words catch in your throat, leaving you breathless and tense around his fingers.

“Make yourself cum.” he orders gruffly, stopping all movement once he feels you tighten around his digits.

You gasp, hips moving on their own to chase the orgasm he just took away from you. “No, no. You know I can’t. Please.” you sputter, pushing against the wall to ride his fingers.

“You can. And you will.” he growls, bending his fingers as encouragement.

You quickly accept your fate, holding on tightly to whatever pleasurable feeling remains and running with it. You push back on him, squirming around as you try to make yourself cum. Closing your eyes, you tune into your body, feeling what feels good and where. But the position that you’re in makes it even harder to do it yourself.

“Just fuck me!” you cry desperately, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help the outburst.

“Language.” he hisses, shoving his fingers so deep inside you that your slick coats his knuckles.

“Fuck! Please.” you beg, reaching behind you to grab his wrist.

“No.” he smirks, looking down at how your cunt sucks in his digits, listening to your pleading and begging.

He just wants to hear a little more. To hear how badly you want him. He loves the way you squirm around, sputtering nonsense from being so fucked out by just his fingers. He loves the little noises your pussy makes for him and can’t wait to hear how they’ll sound once his cock is stuffed inside you.

“Ralak. Please. Please make me cum!” you cry, using his wrist as leverage to fuck back into him.

He slides his hand down your stomach, fingers playing with your swollen, neglected clit. He’s pumping his digits in and out of your dripping cunt, feeling your slick dribble down his hand. It doesn’t take long for you to near your climax, pussy walls clamping down around his fingers.

“Let go. Cum for me.” he groans, swollen tip of his cock oozing beads of precum onto your lower back.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck!” you let out a hoarse cry, entire body shuddering underneath him “Cumming! Cumming!”

“That’s my girl.” he hums proudly, scissoring his fingers open to stretch you out.  

You let out a high-pitched whimper, hint of pain making your eyes water. Then a wave of ecstasy ripples through you, leaving your legs trembling beneath you. He snakes his arm around your waist, holding you up while you ride out of your high, sprinkling your shoulder with kisses.

Once you come down from your high, you lean back into him, resting your head against his chest. Huffing and puffing, you try to catch your breath as you turn around to cup his swollen balls. “My turn to make you feel good.”

To your surprise, he rests a hand on your arm, pulling it away from him. He looks down at you through blown pupils, arousal plastered all over his face. Beads of sweat trickle down his temples, wet strands of curled hair stuck to his cheeks, he sighs the words. “Not today, tanhi. I must get you back, now.”

[praebitorem-glaciei]

Young Again

The hallways were quiet, they usually were at this time. Sulien’s soft snoring filled the room, even with his face buried in his pillow. Ohm sat up, quietly sliding out of the bottom bunk of their bunk bed. Sulien didn’t even stir, holding his pillow tight as he slept. The older twin sighed softly, heading to their shared room door, he was careful as he unlocked and opened it.

Even quieter as he slipped into the hallway, he didn’t want to alert any of the staff of the school, let alone be caught. Ohm breathed softly as he crept down the hallway, keeping his back pressed against the wall. The room he was looking for was in a hall on its own. A dangerous trek. He exhaled as he got to the door, turning the doorknob three times to the right.

There were soft footsteps and then the door pulled open, revealing a sharp smirk and messy orange hair. Ajax stepped back and Ohm stepped in, shutting and locking the bedroom door behind him. He was roomed alone, due to his less than human nature. The curse that ran through his veins. The curse that excited the lilac eyed teenager.

“I’ve never done this before.” 

Ohm admitted, his pale cheeks flushed pink as Ajax sat on the side of his bed, facing him. “That’s okay.” Ajax was younger, three years younger. But he had experience, more than Ohm did. Enough to make Sulien angry, but Ohm didn’t quite understand why, his twin always denied any feelings. The school was more like a prison, Ohm couldn’t quite blame Ajax for trying things out. Even if he didn’t, personally.

“Come here.”

Ajax moved back until his back was against the wall, and Ohm shyly approached him. The older teenager had watched a few movies, tv shows. But he was a bit clumsy as he crawled onto the small bed, straddled the boy’s lap. Ajax pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside before he brought his hands onto Ohm’s hips. 

His skin was pale, but he clearly worked out, and Ohm looked him up and down, biting the inside of his cheek. “Like what you see?” He nodded in response. “Good.” Ajax slid his hands up, under Ohm’s shirt. “Can I?” Another nod. The ginger snickered, pulling his sleep shirt off and tossing it onto the floor beside his. 

“What should I..”

“Kiss me.”

Ohm swallowed but obliged, leaning down to kiss him. Ajax kissed him back, rougher than his own shy kiss. The ginger bit at his bottom lip, tugging it. Ohm exhaled into his mouth, eyes slipping closed as he rested his hands on his friend’s stomach. He let out a startled but muffled sound when Ajax pushed him off and onto his back against the mattress.

“Don’t worry.” 

Ajax hovered over him, kissing him again. Ohm’s response was muffled by the kiss, gripping Ajax’s waist nervously. The ginger brought his knee up, spreading the man’s legs, he pressed his knee against the crotch of Ohm’s sweatpants. “Ajax..” Ohm breathed, eyes opening to look up at him. Blue eyes stared down at him, dull, but pleased.

“You don’t have to be so shy, Ohm.. You can touch me.” 

He tilted his head to the side and smiled, his fangs sharp. Ohm nodded and brought his hands down, feeling up the touch of abs he had. Ajax sat up, pushing his boxers off and letting them fall to the ground. Completely naked above him, Ohm couldn’t help but stare. Even soft, he seemed so big. He swallowed thickly and Ajax had the audacity to laugh at him. 

“Go on.” 

Ohm nodded, one hand moved further down, wrapping around the shaft of his slightly cold cock. “There you go..” Ajax purred, hovering over him once more. “Stroke it..” He instructed and Ohm followed obediently, hand sliding up the length of his cock. He could feel Ajax getting hard in his hand, the size even more impressive. “Mm, perfect.. Keep going, Ohm..” Ajax pushed his hips against Ohm’s hand, sighing softly in pleasure.

Ajax watched the young man’s cheeks redden as he stroked him, faster than before. “Bit tighter..” The ginger exhaled again as he tightened his hand while stroking him. “Just like that.” His fingers dug into the sheets beside Ohm’s head as he slowly thrusted against his hand. His cock twitched as Ohm’s thumb brushed over his slick slit. 

“Lift your hips.” Ohm did as told, lifting his hips from the mattress, pausing his motions to do so. Ajax reached down, pulling his sweatpants and boxers off. Ohm kicked the fabric off, bunching it at the foot of the bed. His dick was smaller than Ajax’s, but impressive nonetheless, thick and veiny. Ajax’s hand wrapped around the young man’s wrist, pulling his hand off his cock. 

But before Ohm could ask if he’d done anything wrong, Ajax slid his cock against Ohm’s achingly hard one. “Ah..” He let out a soft sound of surprise, Ajax wrapped his hand around their cocks, pressing them together. “What are-” He wasn’t sure what this was, admittedly, he rarely watched porn. He was confused, stumbling.

“Just let me make you feel good. Okay?”

Ohm nodded.

Ajax stroked their cocks, rubbing and squeezing them together. Ohm leaned his head back, panting softly, his eyes squeezed shut. “Feel better than just your hand, huh?” Ohm nodded quickly and Ajax laughed. “Poor little moon..” Ajax couldn’t help his smirk as the young man pathetically rutted against his hand. 

Ajax was going to have fun with him, lots of fun.

[nerak-01]

"I love you- NOT~!!" (PART 1)

childhood bestfriend/crush katsuki bakugo x hopeless romantic reader

synopsis: Love is so addictive. You know, even when you've never really felt it. The feeling of being in love is even worse when your counterpart doesn't reciprocate.

tw: female reader, cursing, angst, heartbreak, bakugo being oblivious/a little insensitive, crying, reader relying on herself

wrd count: 800+ not edited!

Katsuki Bakugo and you go way back. It all started in grade school when you first caught sight of the brooding child, Bakugo.

You were supposed to focus on learning how to add and subtract fractions, but instead, your attention drifted to the boy sitting next to you. Your desk mate was laser focused on the lesson as his garnet red eyes seemed to bore into the teacher's. It gave you the perfect opportunity to judge this potential friend. He had wild blonde hair that somehow looked neat, framing his chubby cheeks. He had a button nose, cute. You concluded that your desk buddy was adorable, and he would be an excellent first friend. Oh, if only you knew.

From an adorable childhood in the suburbs, to an awkward and moody middle school period, and then a slight reflection in high school, Katsuki Bakugo had changed alongside you. You saw Bakugo go from his messy blonde locks, to spikes. He saw you change from an awkward bangs stage to a more defined hair part. Your friendship bloomed as the two of you were able to confide in one another as the years passed. Bakugo got sassier, and you shot back the same attitude. You differed when it came to feelings. That became abundantly clear when puberty and dating became a middle school topic. Bakugo used to talk to you about how girls were annoying and unbearable. He said he never would understand the appeal of dating. You dumbly nodded along, as if your heart wasn't hammering in your chest every time Bakugo Katsuki was in the vicinity. It was like your heart was a professional Bakugo tracker. Perhaps that's when you should have realized that you were in too deep.

All the same, high school left you high and dry. U.A was a challenge in and of itself, but adding rocky childhood feelings wasn't exactly ideal. Especially when Bakugo began to realize that he was a little more interested in relationships as he got older. You remember one instance as clear as day...

"Hey, Y/n, I'm waiting for someone, don't fucking wait up," Bakugo muttered. He didn't make direct eye contact with you. You swear you could make out the faintest pink blush on his cheeks.

"Oh? You got a special someone finally?" Y/n laughed. You hoped your tone sounded teasing and not sour. You wondered if Bakugo would ever realize how your lip wobbles or how you fidgets anxiously with your shirt whenever he talked about relationships. He was so observant unless it came to feelings.

"You could say that. I'm going out with Mina, one on one." Bakugo always did this when he was nervous. His answers became more brief and he seemed more guarded.

"Listen, big guy, you got this. I'm sure Mina and you will have a blast. I don't know, give her some Katsuki charm~!" You winked while pointing finger guns at him.

"Piss off!" Bakugo rolled his eyes, but you know you saw a slight smile right before. Your silliness worked as his hands relaxed from balled fists. Suddenly, his eyes seemed to dart to the approaching pink figure. Katsuki exhaled loudly, as if trying to ground himself.

You turn around and watch Mina with him. You understand why Bakugo was interested in her; she was fierce, outgoing, bubbly, easy on the eyes, and you assumed her curves helped. Whatever the reason, when you looked at Bakugo again, his eyes seemed to shine in a way he never could with you. His perfect pink lips parted slightly like he was in a trance by her.

"I wonder if I'll ever have that effect on a guy," you mumbled quietly. You didn't mean to let it slip out, but judging by Bakugo's zombie state, you doubt he's even listening to you.

"What did you say?" Bakugo asked, still not looking back at you.

"Nothing, have a good date." With that, you left Bakugo to head back to your dorm, by yourself, for the first time in a year. As you walked, you wondered if he ever knew you like you patiently grew to know him. You knew he had a mole on the left side of his growing adam's apple; you knew his top twenty hero list by heart; and most importantly, you knew exactly when Bakugo first fell in love with a real girl. At the very moment and forever more, Ashido Mina was the first girl Bakugo truly had a crush on.

You're not sure when your cheeks got damp, but you noticed you were crying when your nose was runny. Unlike the past, Bakugo would always be there to call you 'stupid' and wipe away your tears with his callous hands. Now, you sat alone in your dorm room, sobbing in one of his old t-shirts. You had this since you were in grade seven. Bakugo grown quickly, but his All-Might t-shirt was one of the first ever gifts he gave you himself.

Even thinking about him now hurts your head. To think someone who caused you so much grief, could still be the one you cherished most.

author's notes: HI! this is my first ever fanfic...so if you like it, maybe reblog and leave a little comment? (p.s i got a praise kink so go ham. if u do, ur more likely to get a part 2) ;D ily all~ <3

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❝𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔❞ —𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

pairing: kim taehyung x reader

based on: reader is in paris and taehyung's an incredible supportive lover.

genre: drabble, fluff, idol au.

warnings: making out, little suggestive, cursing and tae just giving boyfriend material vibes.

a/n: so... i'm back with this little drabble. hope you enjoy it and you can always send your request! lots of love. :) please go easy on me, english is not my native language. so, i apologize for any mistakes and please let me know!

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Paris never looked better in your opinion. The night was falling, the stars were beginning to shine in the sky while the young people went out to have fun with their friends on this summery Friday. You weren't far behind, you had your fresh nails, your long eyelashes, your hair recently dyed a light honey brown that contrasted the colour of your skin perfectly, and of course, it was combed in a perfect bun.

You hugged your light shirt closer to your body while you watched the big city from the balcony of your -temporary- home that offered a spectacular view of the greatest attraction the city could offer you, the Eiffel Tower.

You looked at the time on your phone when it lit up with the incoming message.

Tae: I hope Paris is treating you as you deserve.

You smiled.

Me: Of course it is. It always has.

Tae: I miss Paris Me: You should come visit Paris Me: And me, of course Tae: Obviously. Why else would I go to Paris for? Tae: Oh wait Tae: There may be another reason. A good reason Me: Oh yeah?

Tae: Yeah

Me: Care to tell me?

Tae: There is this ballet dancer, who dances beautifully Me: A ballerina who dances? Me: I'm a little surprised that you like ballet. Who would have thought Tae: You're annoying. Tae: But yes. Actually, I like everything about this girl. Hopefully, I can see her soon. I met her in a café when she spilled all her coffee on my white pants and Gucci shoes Me: That's tragic

Tae: No, not at all. I got to know her and since then we have been very close. Very

Tae: I love to fuck her Me: Okay I have to go now Tae: 😊 Tae: Rehearsals? Tae: What time do you go on stage?

Me: In about two hours, 9pm, so I have to run to the theatre and keep rehearsing Tae: Hope everything goes well. I know you'll dance amazing as always just don't be too surprised

Me: Why would I be surprised? Haha Me: Talk later?

Tae: Of course baby, see you soon xx

You shook your head slightly, smiling as you locked the screen of your phone and then turned to take one last look at the incredible view from the balcony.

You could get used to this, you thought. But you missed your life in Korea. Life there as a foreigner could be incredibly difficult in time to time, but you had also built relationships with incredible people and appreciated every beautiful moment lived. You also couldn't deny that you enjoyed it more because it's where one of your favourite people was.

How you met Taehyung was definitely embarrassing, but at the same time you were grateful because otherwise you wouldn't be on the verge of collapsing from everything you felt for him. He was annoying and charming at the same time. You had never been in love, and you didn't want to be either because of your career that demanded a lot of your time. Shit. Tae's was even more demanding, you never imagined that you could be head over heels for an idol who could make you laugh until you cry in a moment and then fuck you until oblivion in the other.

You didn't have a title. You weren't officially a couple, but it was no surprise to his and your circle that you both did almost everything together. Not only that, but you could be in each other's company all day and still yearn for more time together. It was reciprocal and pure. You had met someone with whom you couldn't say a word and still feel comfortable.

Tae loved every second shared with you, he had met the person who understood him and put herself in his place without the need to ask. You both had busy schedules, which worried him a lot when he realized that he couldn't spend much time away from you, but that stopped thanks to the fact that you worked to continue sharing moments without feeling forced.

He introduced you as his, and you introduced him as yours. Still, the little pinch in your stomach that said he would never make anything official was still there, bothering you day by day. And not to mention when the opportunity to dance in one of the most prestigious theatres in Europe presented itself to you, and you made the decision -which was very hard- to go to France for 5 months to be part of one of your biggest dreams. It was a unique opportunity and although Taehyung supported you in your decision and was every step of the way here, it was difficult. For almost eight months you had not spent more than two days away from each other, and now you were separated by hours and hours of distance.

4 and a half months passed, the end of your contract was approaching, and it was bittersweet. Bitter that your moments on this stage with your new friends would end, but sweet that you would be coming home to him. You also loved every second lived here. Although it was difficult, and it wasn't necessary, it must be emphasized, you were always faithful to Taehyung. Your heart belonged to him.

You were about to return to the stage for the finale when one of your new friends walked up to you with a full smile and sparkling eyes.

"I'm about to pass out," she whispered, half screaming. She took your arm in her hands and shook it slightly.

"What's happening?" You laughed, seeing her unable to stay still because of the small movements and tiny dances she made with her body.

"You little shit, someone came to see you and I think if you don't make him yours, I'm going to steal him." She raised one of her eyebrows. She watched you look at her confused and frowning, she dragged you towards one of the panels to sneak a bit and get the public view.

"What the fuck-"

"____! You're going in 60 seconds."

"Oh, go, go," your friend pushed you back into line to go on stage.

In all the time you were out there you hadn't seen him, you weren't one to watch the public either but shit if you hadn't stood still for a few seconds after seeing him there, sitting in the third row carefully observing the performance.

Butterflies burst in your stomach and your nerves went over the top. You took a deep breath to come back to yourself and keep giving your best out there, even more so because Taehyung was there. You were happy.

You were dragged into a more private part of the place by a bodyguard, and there was no doubt it was to see Tae. The audience had gone a little crazy when they realized that one of the BTS members was present in the among them, making the exit a bit difficult, but the happiness of the dancers and the entire crew was amazing. They were all talking to each other and congratulating each other on attracting one of the biggest celebrities of the world to see them.

"I can't believe this," you managed to let out a laugh before being wrapped in a pair of arms, causing you to crash into his chest and choke your words on her neck. "What are you doing here?" It was your turn to wrap your arms around his waist closing your eyes to better breathe his perfume.

"Missed you so much," he murmured with his eyes closed. It was no secret that Taehyung was really sentimental, and when he loved, he loved hard. "You were amazing," he smiled with a heart, showing his teeth, pulling away from you a bit to look into your eyes, taking your face in his hands, your arms still around his waist.

"You think?" You asked timidly with hope in your voice.

"I don't think," he kissed yours lips softly and quickly. "I know."

Your smile grew even larger and heat consumed your face. Still you looked around you to confirm no one saw you both share tha sweet kiss. You knew it could burn the whole world if people knew Taehyung came all the way to Paris to see you.

"You're crazy," you laughed out of breath, that man really took your breath away the moment your eyes met.

"For you," he mumbled, "what about we leave and go to dinner?"

"Dinner in Paris? Sounds fancy," you started to walk away from the crowd trying to get a glimpse of Tae, but thank god, they couldn't even see him and more importantly, you. Luckily you had already changed into your jeans moments before leaving in search of Tae. You didn't want to draw anyone's attention to what you got for throwing on a black hoodie and your flats. Although your makeup and hairstyle were still intact. The bodyguards followed you as you led them out to a more discreet place where no one could disturb you.

The stars were shining in the sky above you, the wind moving your hair in a light and not overwhelming way. The sound of the living city was heard slightly below you, away from the hotel balcony where you were.

Taehyung had taken off his suit vest as well as his tie, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few loose buttons to his chest. His curls were messy from the strokes of his hand. You, on the other hand, had the opportunity to change into a light white dress of a light and shiny fabric, accompanied by small heels of the same colour as your dress, courtesy of Taehyung who had thought that you would not have enough time to change later of the show. It was lucky for you, he had taken you to a beautiful and elegant private restaurant, and you knew that without the change of clothes you would have been very out of place. You were grateful, you had a beautiful new Gucci dress, you had delicious food for dinner, and now you found yourself looking down on the city with the man your heart so dearly loved.

"Beautiful…" Taehyung mumbled resting his elbows on the concrete railings as he watched you not so discreetly, though you didn't notice. "Right? This city never ceases to amaze me," you smiled as it was your turn now to watch him. "Well, I wasn't exactly talking about the city, but yes… it's also beautiful." His left arm wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him. Damn, if your heart didn't want to come out of your chest. With all the control you could have of your body you brought your right hand to his lower back and rested your chin on his shoulder. "Thank you for tonight, it really was perfect."

Taehyung gently cupped your face in his hands leaning back slightly to get a better look at you. It was a lot for you so you couldn't help lowering your eyes to avoid feeling that your soul wanted to leave your body for the moment you were living. "Please look at me," he requested in a low voice, almost a whisper. With your lips slightly parted you raised your gaze to connect with his again, this time feeling an extreme calm that you didn't know if you had known before. His eyes the purest and deepest brown you've ever seen, his flawless skin and his crimson lips. "Would you be mine?" His words left his lips as soft and slow as only he knew how. Your eyebrows rose in surprise, your smile appeared without your control. Was he really asking you to make it official to be a couple? Did he really want to be yours? "What?" you laughed under your breath.

"I said, ____, would you be mine? Please?" His eyes full of hope seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, his hands trembled slightly and he felt a tingling go up and down his spine. He was about to lose him if you didn't say you wanted what he wanted. He longed to be able to share those small moments full of intimacy that only a couple could share, he wanted to tell his friends that he couldn't make it because he already had plans with his girlfriend, he wanted to politely reject other people because he was already taken, he already had a girlfriend whom he madly loved. He wanted to apologize for being late because time got out of his hands for being with you, or arriving at his parents' house with your hand in his ready to introduce you as his girlfriend and partner. He wanted all of that and more.

"Do you really want to be mine, Tae?" You murmured still feeling on a cloud high in the sky but afraid that everything would be a joke.

"Am I not obvious enough, ____? You are the one I flew across the world for just so I could hold you in my arms. And what more romantic place to ask you to be my girlfriend than Paris. The city of love can now be ours… so what do you say?"

"I say you're crazy," you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers gently stroking the hairs on his head as you gazed at him lovingly, "and I'd love to be yours on the condition that you're mine too."

"I would want nothing more than to be yours, love." With those final words, he connected his lips in a soft and slow kiss that reflected all the emotions that were invading them both at that moment. It had really happened, you were already a couple and ypu could not be more in love.

"We will always have Paris, it will always be ours from now on. Just you and me."