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m-u-g-i · 2 years ago

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I'm Sorry, Beautiful

Pro-Hero Shinsou x Quirkless Chubby Fem Reader

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Genre: Angst to Fluff

Summary: Being married to the amazing mind-controlling hero, you've been receiving vulgar comments due to your size and the fact with you being quirkless. Therefore, your mental health began to disintegrate and your physical health wasn't too far behind. Being ignorant of your health, your husband comes home after having a horrible day at work, unleashing his emotion into you, not realizing the kind of result that would occur later.

NOTE: The following consists of vulgar language, potential harm, emotional and verbal abuse, mental health problems, and medical acknowledgment. Please keep in mind there is no expertise in any medical events and the circumstances taking place are pure fiction for entertainment purposes. The author will hold no liability of offense, so please feel free to exit if you're sensitive to any of the said topics.

Y/N P.O.V.

"Why of all people did he get with that fat chick?"

"Useless little twerp"

"He deserved better"

"At least have a quirk, you stupid cow"

These are just the "nicer" comments and messages I've received today.

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With my husband being the one and only Hitoshi Shinsou, it came to no surprise to see everyone murmuring about our marriage. Majority of the time, the gossip consisted of insults and judgmental statements made by his fans toward my weight or quirklessness.

And well, they were right.

I mean, Shinsou became part of the top 10 heroes, adored by the entirety of Japan, and the man's definitely one of the most attractive beings anyone could lay their eyes on. Plus, being an alumni of the infamous UA Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in producing a few of the first class heroes, his credibility increased rapidly. Someone of my stature would have been the last thing society would have thought to be his spouse.

What about me?

While being a quirkless yet simple woman who wanted to live a simple life away with from spotlight, I've aspired to become a music teacher. Growing up, constant degradation and bullying had me develop a concerning immunity from it and despite it all, my work ethic played as a distraction to push myself forward.

The original plan was to graduate high school, rent out an apartment, attend college, major in music and teaching and earn my Bachelor's Degree to become a music teacher, yet things quickly took a drastic turn.

First meeting at his favorite cat café, I was fresh out of high school, working to save up for college while he continued his training to gain his legitimate Hero's License. Being a regular at the café, it piqued his interest seeing a new employee and never did he think he'd gush over something other than kittens or a good cup of coffee.

With every good and bad day at training, when he wanted to de-stress at the café, I would be there, always working overtime and there have been numerous occasions when we were alone in the café and making comfortable conversations about each other's interests, hobbies, daily lives, friends, families, so on and so forth. Though completely petrified of his possible reaction, I decided to reveal my quirklessness. Instead of being disgusted, he simply smiled and embraced me, grateful I was able to confess such a secret to him.

From them on, our relationship became quite tight and proceeded years later. Right then, he finally earned his Hero License with me becoming his first and Number 1 supporter of his soon-to-be successful career.

Even after a while of tiresome days and gruesome villains, he told me the ability to muster up the courage ask me to become his girlfriend had to be the most difficult task he had fulfilled. I had become so eager to decline, afraid of the possible disappointment I'd cause him because of my size or quirklessness, however, he was quick to reassure my doubts, stating how my physical being does not affect the emotions he feels when being around me.

As he began to climb the charts, he had become more busy with patrols, meetings, fan greetings, villains, and so on. His face became known to the public eye incredibly quick, so it didn't take long for people to discover our marriage. Though he was ecstatic of the life he had achieved, I felt alone and insecure with my thoughts and those brutal statements being sent to me. Already being at the breaking point, who knows how long it'd take for me to shatter.

Though I was hesitant, I accepted his offer with our marriage being an end result. Moving in together, our financial status had been considerably stable considering my husband's occupation and by the coercion of said man, I have resigned from my job and been able to attend college.

Key word: coercion, not consensual.

Afraid to argue or anger--and with 2 months of convincing--I let him do what he wanted.

Life was amazing. Well, at least for him.

Author P.O.V.

Today is your birthday and every year on your birthday, you both would bake and decorate a cake of your choice before going out to the arcade to hang, the mall to shop or wherever you felt like going. Later, you both get something to eat and then, finish the day with a night stroll in the park with the cherry blossoms decorating nearly all the trees in the area. Cherry blossoms have always been your favorite flowers and well, your beloved husband always kept that locked in his mind.

Due to drowning yourself in work, it had been a week or so since your last genuine meal, yet you were ready to discuss matters with Shinsou and hopefully, have an amazing time with your spouse. Although, he hasn't been picking up your calls or answering your texts. With it already past 5 pm, the usual time he'd return home, he wasn't there, so with a melancholic heart, you began to bake a simple vanilla cake and decorated it with pure white frosting and coconut shavings. You then topped it with red lettering stating "Happy Birthday" before refrigerating it. Finally finished at 6:45pm, you waited a bit longer until your beloved husband returned.

You waited....

And waited....

But, nothing.

The clock struck 8 pm and with a disappointed sigh and tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you decided to whip up Shinsou's favorite, fried rice with beef.

'Maybe he's busy. The least I can do is make him a homemade meal' you contemplated, attempting to remain optimistic.

After an hour or so, you set up only his plate, ready to dine, but you decided to wait once more, in case the man of violet locks came back to your humble abode. Yet, your hopes were left in vain as 2 more hours passed.

Tears finally escaping, you've given up on being patient for your lover and decided to contain your husband's plate in plastic wrap, placing it next to your cake in the refrigerator. Almost striking 11pm, your front door flew open as the man you've long awaited for finally arrived with his boots dragging and stomping with every step. Wiping away your tears, you gleefully forget your recent sorrow.

"Toshi!"

You run into his arms, only for him to weakly push you away, obviously exhausted.

Confused and concerned, you make eye contact with Shinsou, noticing the sticky sweat dripping from his forehead, dirt and debris decorating his face and costume, his eye bags in a darker shade, the slump in his posture, and just over all burnt out. Understanding of his condition, you remained silent of the special occasion and decided to tend to your beloved husband. Well, at least try.

"W-Welcome back, love. How was w--?"

He held up his hand in motion to silence you, to which you obliged.

"Not right now, Y/N. It's been a long day and I just want to sleep."

"Well, I-I made dinner. It's your favorite. You should eat before you sle--"

"No, Y/N. Again, I've had a long day and I just want. To. Sleep," he clarifies in a much rougher tone. Refusing to allow your husband to starve, you grab his plate and place it in his hands.

"I understand, babe. B-But, it's late and I don't want to go to bed without a proper mea--"

He then throws the plate to ground, completely shattering the dish and wasting the very delicacy you've worked so hard in making for him. You jumped and almost sobbed at the action.

"SHUT UP, Y/N!" He exclaims, anger visibly breaking his patience.

You flinch at the sudden burst.

"WHAT BY 'I JUST WANT TO SLEEP' DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!"

"T-Toshi, I just wanted t-"

"I'VE HAD TO WORK ALMOST 6 MORE HOURS BECAUSE OF ONE STUPID VILLAIN WHO WANTED TO RAMPAGE THE AGENCY BUILDING!! NOW, MY SIDEKICKS ARE HAVING A PAY-CUT TO PAY FOR DAMAGES AND MY OFFICE IS F***ING DESTROYED!! THE LAST THING I NEEDED TODAY WAS TO COME HOME TO YOUR FAT*SS TALKING ABOUT FOOD!!"

"I pay our bills, I give you a nice house to live in, provided you with all the designer clothing and accessories women would envy for, and most of all, I made you my wife! I made a quirkless, fat chick my wife. Out of so many better options, I chose you, yet you can't fulfill a simple wish of leaving me alone?! Now, you can either shut up and let me go or I can kick you out right now and you can find some other hero to whore off to! What is it going to be?!"

You remained silent.

"That's what I thought," he remarked before storming off. However, he mumbled under his breath, not realizing you could hear the very words that would soon crush your spirit.

"Useless fat*ss. Why did I marry such a fat bitch?"

As if it were glass, you could hear and feel the core of your heart shatter as your eyes dulled blankly with tears streaming similarly to rivers. The excruciating pain numbed your entire being as you knelt in weakness and cleaned the shards of glass and the dirty food, not attentive on the various cuts and wounds on your knees, palms and feet. The amount of redness escaping your body would've made the kitchen resemble a crime scene, so you made sure to tend to those wounds before clearing out the entire kitchen, leaving it absolutely spotless.

You brought out the cake, placed the candles on top and lit them before singing 'Happy Birthday' with a weak, cracked voice, unable to contain the emotions conjuring inside you.

"Happy Birthday to me," you whispered. Wiping your tears and taking a deep breath, you blew out your candies before you got up, carefully, feeling the stinging from your feet and hands as you carrying the slightly heavy cake back in the refrigerator.

'Guess I'll sleep in my office today' you thought before finding clothing that would hide your wounds.

Time Skip

With almost a week passing since the incident, Shinsou had been way too busy and exhausted to truly process everything that had occurred and had been currently taking place.

He doesn't realize that you've gone almost 2 weeks straight without proper nutrition, leaving you in and out of consciousness constantly.

He doesn't realize you've been drowning yourself in work, a toxic habit you've picked up in high school when you're overly emotional.

He doesn't realize your wounds haven't been properly treated by the necessary medical attention you needed and have been infected, yet you kept them under thick wraps.

He doesn't realize his wife hadn't been at her actual work office in a week, concerning her boss and co-workers.

He doesn't realize his wife is literally physically, emotionally and mentally destroyed and is on her last thread.

In the meantime, he's simply trying to get things over with at his agency.

Today, he's patrolling along with Number 1 Hero, Deku, and his old friend, Chargebolt. All three specializing in speed and long-distance attacks. As they made their way around the city, they began to catch up with each other, being the fact they were close back in high school. Turns out, despite being much older with families and spouses of their own, their personalities haven't changed much.

Everyone knew about Shinsou's agency building, so the electric blonde tried to crack a few jokes to lighten his mood, though it didn't really do much work.

"Get it? 'Cus he made his own lunch," Denki laughed.

"Uhh, Kaminari? Are you okay?" Deku asked, slightly concerned with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah, why?"

"Dude, you literally made a joke of 3 students committing suicide because their moms made the wrong lunch again, twice," Shinsou added.

"But, the last guy made his own! That's the joke!" Denki whines, seeing his friends refusing to laugh. The other two look at each other, chuckling.

"Glad to see you still the same, Kaminari," Shinsou commented.

Denki remained pouty, but had a cracked smile at the comment. As they strolled throughout the tops of the buildings, Deku grabs their attention with a little 'oh'.

"Hey, Shinsou. I've been meaning to ask, where did you and Y/N go this week? Since you guys probably had to cancel things that day," the green-haired asked. Confused, the purple haired man just shrugged.

"Uhh, we didn't go anywhere. We stayed home this past week."

"Aww, so it was a domestic date? Did you guys still go to the park to see cherry blossoms?" Denki added.

"Cherry blossoms? No, we only go when it's her bir--"

The violet head's eyes widened almost triple the size of his normal sleepy expression.

"Wait, what's the date today?!"

Deku pulled out the date on his phone, only to have the purple haired man's heart drop to his stomach. Cursing under his breath, the man disappeared, ignoring the two males calling out for him in worry. The only thing on his mind was getting to you immediately. Swinging through the city buildings, he spotted his parked Mercedes and without hesitation, he grabbed his keys from his pockets and swung into his car, completely speeding to The 2Y Corporation, the supporting business building to which you worked at.

Disregarding the various honks and curses given to him on the road, his desperation of apologizing and compensating blinded his mannerism and decency. Finally arriving at your workplace, he sprinted to your office, ignoring the desk receptionists yelling at him to stop. The man booked it up the stairs, though it was illogical knowing your office is at the 17th floor of a 20-floor building. Once reaching your office, he swings the door open and sees you're not there. Worried, he looks around, hoping you were getting files or using the bathroom. Gaining the attention of everyone near your office, a voice called out to him.

"Shinsou?"

He turns to find Momo Yaoyorozu, another old classmate and your boss. The woman stands there, worried, seeing the dismay in your husband's expression and his lack of breath, giving her the indication he probably took the stairs.

"Yaoyorozu! Have you seen--?"

"Your wife? I've been wanting to ask you that. She hasn't been at work this past week."

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah," she responds. "Y/N was calling in sick, but she said she'd be doing the work at home. I told her to rest to better herself, but you know how stubborn she can be."

Guilt ingesting him further, he bows to the woman, thanking her and dashed out the building faster than when he entered. On the road once more, he pulled a Dom Toretto in the streets wanting to see the lovely figure of his wife. He was making sharp turns in the urban neighborhood to which your shared house was located. Pulling up in the driveway of the house, the man sprinted into the house, going straight for the bedroom. Greeted with emptiness, he goes into your office. Emptiness once more. However, the scent of coffee and the unorganized mess of files and folders flooded your desk.

Hearing the bathroom toilet flush, he hid in the shared bedroom behind the door, peeping to see you come out the bathroom. The sight that came out of the said room, oh, did this man's world come crumbling down.

You had vomit decorating your lips as you struggled to even stand, let alone exit the bathroom.

Your skin had become pale, emphasizing the dark eye bags under your eyes, which seemed to be much darker than his.

Your muscles had depleted into a sickly figure, leaving your posture slumped and your body looking frail.

Your hands, knees and feet where thickly wrapped, yet he can see red and bits of yellow seeping through the white bandages.

With every step you took, you limped, trembled and winced, struggling to even get to your office.

His heart shattered at the sight as he wanted to scoop you up, bridal style, and care to your every need. However, he needed to compensate for his wrong doings before you can even allow him to be near you, let alone touch you. Once you finally entered your office and closed the door, an idea popped in his head.

Cake.

'I'll make her a cake and sing 'Happy Birthday' and we can talk things out,' he thought to himself. Trying to remain optimistic, he stealthily left the shared bedroom.

Quietly yet quickly, Shinsou went into the kitchen to ready the ingredients and supplies. Going for the butter and eggs first, he opens the refrigerator, only to be greeted by an already-made cake, not even touched. There were used candles on the cake with the tips burnt out and the wax slightly melted. Rethinking of the past week, there haven't been visitors at the house and he knew you wouldn't invite anyone without letting him know first. Checking his texts, you didn't say anything about anyone coming over so, the only explanations he could think of was you either invited a friend over and forgot to tell him or....

....you lit them yourself and celebrated alone.

Your husband prayed it wasn't the latter, but that didn't refrain the regret and guilt from further consuming him. Tears finally fell down his beautiful lavender eyes as Shinsou decided to man up and just talk to you, straight up. Though he paused in front of your office door, hesitant to enter, Shinsou silently opened the door to keep you unaware of his presence, to which he succeeded in.

You remained embraced by the numerous sheets and folders on your desk as your head motioned up and down from the files to your computer screen in a constant movement. Opening his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by the constant flashing of your phone as it was blowing up on the stand behind you, yet it was on silent. Seeing you distracted with your work, he took the opportunity to look through your phone. It never had a password since you both agreed to never keep secrets and you've always hated the fact that he often forgets your password.

Sliding to unlock, he sees various messages and DM's from anonymous and identified people. Scrolling through, he sees a variation of death threats, insults of your quirklessness, and body comparisons of yours with other Heroes, calling you 'fat' and 'ugly'. Shinsou sees that many of these comments and texts date back to 3 months and the most agonizing part....

.....it's shown that you read ALL of them.

Anger clouded his head as tears continued to flow down his handsome face. Unable to withstand such emotions, he turns your chair around, causing you to yelp. Though slower than usual, you processed his presence, causing your eyes to widen.

"Toshi? Why are yo--?"

Without letting you finish your question, he shows you your phone, causing shame to overtake you almost immediately.

"I can e-explai--"

Suddenly, he fell to his knees and hugged your waist, sobbing into your lap, but making sure he wasn't hurting you, especially your knees. Still in an emotional wreck yourself, it didn't take much for you break down as well.

"You were b-busy and I didn't want to bother you," you cried.

"Why d-didn't you tell me? You were holding up with this this whole time?!" He cried.

Looking up at your tear-soaked face, he caressed your cheeks with such gentleness and grace, as if you were fragile to touch.

"No. I don't care. If it involves you getting hurt by random people, shove the phone in my face, understood? I c-can't ha--"

He chokes on his tears as he takes a deep breath to recollect himself.

"I can't have you enduring all of that hatred alone. Especially, as your husband."

The lavender head strokes your cheek, shocked feeling more bone than normal fat.

"Baby, look at you. You're exhausted. Have you been eating?"

Through your sobs and sniffles, you shook your head 'no'.

"Wha-- Babe! Why not?! Have you at least been getting proper rest?!"

You shook your head once more.

"I-I'm sorry, Toshi."

From your point of view, you could see the very soul inside of your husband just wither. That alone made you break as you couldn't hold in the pain you felt inside, resulting into hard and louder sobs. Recalling that night where it was designated for your special day, your husband trembles in regret as he probably turned the special occasion into the worst birthday given to his beloved wife. Shinsou wipes your tears as they began to fall frequently.

"Toshi, it's fi--"

"My love, what have I done to you?" He stated, as his voice cracked.

"I am so, so, so sorry, beautiful. I've insulted you, I've degraded you, I've blamed you for something that you had no control over, I've taken your kind heart for granted, and most of all, I left you alone on your special day."

"Don't you dare tell me that 'it's fine'! It's not, Y/N! You know that!"

With such a broken smile, you hold his face in your bandaged hands, kissing his lips, nose and forehead before connecting your forehead with his.

"It's okay, Toshi. I'm okay. I just missed you, is all, okay? I'm sorry for troubling you."

Sobbing in your hands, he shook his head, refusing to believe the words that came from your mouth.

You paused as you diverted your eyes away from the man in front of you, refusing to answer. He, however, caressed your cheek, guiding your attention to go back to him and remain on him.

"No, baby. Stop apologizing. I am the sorry one. I became one of those monsters online. I was inconsiderate of you. And look," he states, placing your bandaged hands in his while looking at your knees and feet as well.

"I left you alone to deal with these injuries alone. I don't even know how you got them. Baby, tell me the truth. What caused these?"

"Darling, please don't ignore me yet. You can after this, but please. I-I can't see you wrapped up and not know what happened to my wife. Please, love."

Looking down, you exposed the truth about the plate as you hated to see your husband in such a state. As much as he hurt you, you couldn't bring yourself to hurt him back. All you wanted was to make up and go back to how things were back then. But you knew it was going to take a bit of time for things to genuinely heal and go back to normal.

Hearing the truth had Shinsou's sorrow turned to self-loathing.

'What the hell is wrong with me? I did that to her? For what?!'

Frustrated, he bit his lip and looked at up at you as he remained on his knees.

"Hit me."

Shocked, you made eye contact with him to reassure yourself if you've heard that correctly. Unfortunately, you did.

"W-What?"

"You heard me, hit me," he repeated.

"Why would I--?"

"I hurt you, I angered you, I neglected you, I did all this stupid sh*t to you and you still apologize to me, when it wasn't your fault to begin with! Baby, please hit me. I can't withstand pulling such stunts on you without being punished!"

"I-I...I can't, Toshi. I don't want to."

"How else can I compensate, Y/N?! I....I don't want to leave unpunished," he begs.

You kiss his forehead once more.

"You have already apologized, my love. Plus, you've come back to me and you finally let me in your arms again. Baby, you've compensated enough already."

"No, it's not enough," he remarks. He looked around in slight anger before standing.

Shutting off your computer and filing away your worksheets and folders, he then picks you up and takes you straight to the car outside. He almost sobs again, feeling that you're weight dropped significantly. You're much lighter than he remembered.

"P-Put me down, Toshi! Where are we going?"

Without answering your question, he places you gently in the passenger seat before carefully buckling you up and entering through the driver's side.

"Toshi, what are you doing?"

"We're going to the hospital. We're getting those wounds treated. They're infected and the pus is seeping through. After, we're going to eat at your favorite restaurant and you're going to eat everything you order, understood?" He orders.

Feeling the dominance radiating off of him, you nodded in silence.

"Good, now, hand," he commands. Giving him one of your bandaged hands, he holds it gently and gives loving pecks on the bandages. "From now, I'm going to keep track of how much you eat and how long you work. I do not want history to repeat itself."

Almost as fast as when he came back home, your lover sped to the nearest hospital to get you the necessary medical attention and a check-up of your overall health. Once arriving to the hospital, Shinsou discussed matters with the desk receptionists and was able to get a doctor within the next hour to get you treated and checked up.

You were placed to stay at the hospital for about 2 days, so the doctors would be able to keep track of your condition and though it was an uncomfortable and awkward situation for you, Shinsou refused to leave your side. He informed his agency of the current situation and with understanding hearts, they kept the agency going like normal. You, of course, opposed the idea, but Shinsou can be just as stubborn, especially if it involves your well-being. The man will move into the hospital if it meant being there for his wife; there's just no changing his mind.

After numerous tests, stitches, bandages and medicinal treatments, the doctor was able to confirm your condition as malnourished. The lack of nutrition and proper rest resulted into the infection in your wounds, yet fortunately, you were "healthy enough" get the treatment right in time. Any later would've resulted into decapitation of all your limbs or permanent paralysis.

Once you were finally able to leave, the doctor prescribed medication for your hunger and sleep and ordered you to take 2 weeks off to recover properly, mainly with rest and genuine meals. Almost as if the doctor was talking to him, Shinsou did everything you were ordered to do. He called off from work for 2 weeks to tend to you, he made sure to give you light and decent meals (heavy meals from the get-go may take a negative toll during the recovery) before evolving into slightly heavier dishes, he made sure you took your medicine everyday and he always cleaned your stitches before bandaging them up again.

You always felt helpless when your husband literally did everything himself, feeling guilty at the amount of labor he did just to make sure you were okay. The house chores, the medical treatment, bathing, changing clothes, feeding you; you felt similar to an infant being cared by their parent and you've tried doing things yourself (showering, changing, cleaning, etc.), but Shinsou would constantly catch you and scold you to rest before assisting you or doing them himself.

Eventually, you gave in and decided to enjoy the attention you got from your beloved.

Right now, you're both cuddling in the bedroom, watching anime on Netflix with your husband cuddled next you as if he were a toddler laughing unto his mother. You played with his wet hair since he finished showering after doing his usual routine of caring for you. Kissing his forehead, he looked up to you with eyes round and soft, love literally pouring out from them. You smiled at the man before you.

"Thank you, my love. You worked so hard to take care of me," you almost whispered with a smile. Reciprocating with a smile himself, he kissed your lips.

"It's the least I can do for acting like such a horrible husband."

You were about to defend him, but he quickly placed his finger on your lips.

"Don't try to defend my case. Exhausted or not, long day or not, that's no excuse to lash one's anger and frustration out onto their partner. I have no excuse, bub. I have so much to make up for and I swear this isn't a sliver of it."

He towers over you as you lay beneath him.

"I'm going to spoil my beautiful, curvaceous, thick goddess rotten. I don't care what those bastards think about us, but no one ever insults the very beauty I eloped with," he seductively whispers as he gently runs his fingers on your cheeks and arms. He takes your bandaged hand and places a gentle kiss on it, displaying the passion radiating off the man above you.

"That includes the beauty herself."

Looking at you attentively and intensely, he kissed your lips lovingly and he joined his forehead with yours.

"Don't underestimate the amount of ravishing gorgeousness contained in this masterpiece of a body you have, my love. If I ever do again, God forbid, slap me back into consciousness. I am a man who is undeserving of such a woman, so put me back in my place if I ever degrade it agai-- mmph!"

You interrupt my smashing your lips with his. Though caught off guard, he melts into the contact as he sigh in content. Momentarily, you pulled away with adoration sparkling in your beautiful eyes.

"Don't EVER say that about my husband again. If I'm not allowed to degrade myself of anything, that rule applies to you as well. We're married, Toshi. Therefore, we're now one whole. If one is not allowed to belittle their existence and being, the other shouldn't as well. We're going to argue, we're going to make mistakes, things will get rocky, but if we talk it out and not let our intrusive thoughts win..."

You peck his lips once more.

"...we'll be fine."

Smiling in complete relief, both of you embraced each other, happy that things are beginning to heal.

"Thank you, my love. I love you, bubs."

"I love you more, my Toshi. You still need to fulfill your promise of taking me to my favorite restaurant though."

You both laugh in unison as you shared one last kiss.

"I will, darling. I'm sorry, beautiful."

~~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed!

Good night, my loves ❤

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lostgreekgod · 3 years ago

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delusion

a/n: hello aaaaa i had @theaudacitytowrite give me a prompt for a loki x reader fic solely because I do not find entertainment elsewhere! anyways

word count: 2776 (shit got longer, but what can I say I'm very feely when it comes to angst)

warnings: angst. angst angst angst. some crying. there was this one mention of blood, tendons & stuff ? but that's about it have fun crying

pairing: loki x f!reader

summary: you and Loki have been together for quite some time now. what happens when his insecure self realizes that you love him? and that he does too?

another a/n: I feel like this could use a part 2 i might come up with it next week because I've got a 7 day break from school yayy lmk if you'd like that nexie

4 years. It had been 4 years, 3 months, and 27 days since y/n had shed a tear. But on this fine autumn morning, as the yellow and brown leaves rustled in the gentle winds, as the smell of coffee, pumpkin, and spice wafted in the air, she let a tear fall- courtesy of her lover. No, scratch that. Her ex-lover.

\\ 3 hours earlier \\

Humming a tuneless song, an exhausted y/n walked back to her room in the Avenger’s tower. A whole day of training wouldn’t be smart when she had a crucial mission to lead just the next day, but she wanted the mission to pan out exactly right. This wasn’t her first mission, but the stats were so much more critical compared to the missions she had been sent on before. A new rival organization was springing up in SHIELD’s radar, and they seemed as high as ever in spirit, regardless of how the Avengers had managed to crush HYDRA not so long ago. Apparently, according to a message they had received a few moments before, the up-and-coming organization had 4 junior agents in captivity, and in exchange for those agents, they wanted intel. Fury’s plan was to provide a hard drive with incorrect information with an embedded virus, and have the agents rescued before the rival agents decrypted the file and realized SHIELD’s play. Two birds with one stone, as he had phrased. y/n was going to go in with Natasha and Loki. Nat, because she was as light as a cat on her feet, and Loki because he had his seidr for illusions, teleportation, et cetera. This wasn’t going to be her first mission with her 4-month boyfriend either, but she was excited to be fighting alongside him, nevertheless. As she washed up in the shower, she heard her room door open and close with a click. Finally. She thought with a smile. She could go to sleep in her beloved’s arms for the few hours she had left for rest and relaxation before they set out. Putting on her nightgown, she left the bath. She saw how Loki was cocooned on her bed, arms reaching out towards her, a little smile on his face. Unlike her, the god didn’t train much- but he still looked tired.

“Hello, my little lioness. Whom did you beat up today? You do realize it is wiser to rest before a mission.” He said in a loud, lazy whisper. All y/n could do was smile sweetly at him and snuggle under the covers. He knew how the lack of training made her insecure about her ability to be stealthy. Instead of letting Loki’s arms wrap around her like most of the other nights, she spooned his chest instead. Loki’s eyes widened at the sudden gesture, his body tensing up at the sudden disposal of love. He had only given love; he had never been on the receiving side of it. Wait, love? He didn’t love y/n. He didn’t. That swell he felt in his chest every time he saw her was simply the result of the great appreciation and respect he had for her. Nothing more. He couldn’t love her. After all, everyone he had ever loved ended up being taken away from him.

Chuckling lightly, he hoped y/n wouldn’t catch onto his nervousness. “What are you doing my dear?”

Inhaling his scent, y/n mumbled, her eyes still closed. “Sleeping. Go to sleep my love. We have to be up in less than 3 hours.”

My love? Yes, y/n had called him that multiple times, but he had never thought much of it. Why was he suddenly so wary of it? Did y/n truly love him? No, maybe she wasn’t thinking. She was already worn out and sleepy, maybe she blurted it out accidentally. No one could love him. No one.

y/n sensed that he still hadn’t relaxed. Cracking her eyes slightly open, she asked lightly, “Is everything okay, love?” Loki’s brows furrowed at her question. There it was again. Love. Loving him was impossible. To love him would be delusional. A move of delusional stupidity. Blatant ignorance.

Loki shifted away from her and sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his chest when he heard her whine in response. He met her eyes only to be asked another question. “Love, what’s the matter?”

His heart clenched against his chest, suddenly the room was too hot. He had to understand what was going on. He had to figure this out before it was too late.

“Love?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

y/n scanned his face, trying to understand the reason for his sudden withdrawal. She simply hummed in response.

Loki raised his eyebrows, indicating her to reiterate her response.

“Yes, what is the matter?”

“You referred to me as ‘love’.” He repeated, his tongue spewing out the last word like it was coated in dirt and grime.

“Yes, I suppose I did. Is something bothering you?” she asked again, placing her hand on his thigh as a gesture of concern.

How was he expected to ask her if she actually, truly loved him, without causing a kerfuffle? Without making it seem awkward, without losing her? What if she said she didn’t love him? What then? Would that make him feel better? Would that make him happy? A chill ran down his spine when he realized his answer. No. he wouldn’t be happy. In fact, he’d be terribly upset. He wanted y/n to love him. Shaking his head, he tried to heed logic over his emotion. He had to stop himself before he caused something he couldn’t fix. Before y/n realized the monster he truly was. He had to protect his beloved y/n, that would be the least he owed to her, after all that he had led her into.

He neutralized his expression, calming his breathing. This was for the best. He was the God of Lies, he did not deserve love after all that he had done.

“As a matter of fact, y/n, something is bothering me.”

y/n nodded, encouraging him to explain his predicament. “You can talk to me, love.”

Loki inhaled quickly, the use of the blasted term knocking him out of character for a second before he was able to regain his composure. He would ask the question directly. Right to the point, like he was doing business. That was the only way he could maintain his pretense without breaking down too soon. y/n might never forgive him after tonight, but to have her angry at him was so much better than losing her, on his account.

“Do you love me?”

y/n gasped lightly at the sudden question, her eyes widening at how Loki asked her about something so deep with no emotion in his voice. She sensed his sudden hostility, this coldness he was presenting her with. Sitting upright, she looked into his eyes. Nothing. She could read nothing from his expression. All she could pick up was this eerie sadness radiating off of him.

She decided to try reasoning with him. This sudden hostility meant something was bothering him at a much more personal level, and such issues mustn’t be dealt with before an important mission. She would know.

“We don’t have to do this today, Loki. We have to be up early tomorrow, and I doubt- “

“Answer the question, y/n.” Loki interrupted, his voice hardened like steel.

“Loki, we really mustn’t-“ she tried again.

“Answer, y/n.” he pressed.

y/n could only look at him and wonder what the cause was for the unexpected change in his demeanor. How was she supposed to tell him? How was she supposed to give the answer to the one question that could either make or break everything that they had together? How was she supposed to tell him that her love for him was far more than life? That he was her life? It didn’t matter how less time they had spent with each other; she knew him a lot longer before they had decided to begin their courtship, and she had fallen in love with him even before they had gotten romantically involved. She only fell harder for him after she saw how he truly was. How broken and vulnerable, how he yearned for a place in someone’s heart, how he wished someone could love him without any foretold conditions. How he wished to be free. Loki’s eyes widened as realization dawned upon him. y/n’s lack of response answered his question. She did love him. But he had to hear it from her. That was the only way he could finish this for good. For his y/n.

“I’m waiting.” He prompted, slightly flinching at the coldness in his voice.

y/n’s eyes flicked over to his, her skin eliciting goosebumps from the steely nature of his voice. He had never been like this to her. The last time she had seen him like this was when he was under Thanos’ control. Breathing deeply, she reached out and held his hands, shutting her eyes for a moment.

“Yes. I do. I love you,” she whispered, blood pounding against her ears. Her heart convulsed in her chest when Loki didn’t reply. She cracked her eyes open, her fingers growing cold at Loki’s unchanged demeanor.

Loki’s chest heaved at her response. ‘I love you,’ she had whispered, her eyes shut at the vulnerability of their situation. He already knew what she was going to say, but to hear it from her own mouth, her voice tiny as ever in fear that he wouldn’t return her feelings had him gasp slightly. His blood ran cold, his mind freezing at another realization. He loved her too. Of course he did. How could he have been so blind? He loved her so much, he hadn’t even noticed. Finish it! Finish it right now! Before you make things worse! His mind screamed at him. He knew what he had to do. Swallowing, he tried to memorize the feel of her hands against his. This was all he was ever going to have. A memory. A memory of his little lioness, a memory of what he would have had if he was someone different. Someone nicer, better. Someone not him. He pulled away from her, and met her eyes, his expression stoic and emotionless. Like the monster he was.

“Pity.” He whispered, his heartbreaking at how y/n’s eyes widened. He thought he experienced heartbreak when he lost his mother. As destructive as that moment was, many years ago, he believed he wouldn’t feel anything over this. After all, you can’t break something that’s already broken. But boy, was he wrong. This was heartbreak. And apparently, it's even worse when you go through it a second time. His veins felt like ice, his head heavier than ever. He could feel his throat closing up, all he wanted was to rip his heart out of his chest. He didn’t deserve her. Hell, he didn’t deserve to live after all that he had done.

“What?” came y/n’s voice, a little barely over a whisper. He couldn’t help but notice how her voice was heavy, laced with hurt.

“It’s a pity you think you love me.” He reiterated, his words chapping away at his already cracked heart.

y/n couldn’t process the event unfolding in front of her. Loki didn’t love her. No, worse. Loki thought it was stupid that she loved him. If she had any concern for her dignity, she would ask him to leave. But she loved him far too much. She decided to try one last time. Straddling him, she reached over and cupped his face in his hands, pressing her lips against his ice-cold ones. He was shocked for a moment, and before he realized, he was kissing her back. I love you, he wanted to say. I love you too. But all could do was try and engrave in his mind the feeling of her soft lips on his, the warmth of her hands against his cheeks. This was the end. He had to use all his willpower not to pull her in his arms and deepen the kiss, and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

Breaking away, y/n whispered, “it may be stupid that I do. Pathetic, even. -It isn’t pathetic. I love it.- Honestly, not one day goes by where I don’t face criticism about how I must be an ignorant fool to love someone like you. But what these people don’t understand, is that they are the ones that are ignorant. They do not see you as I do, and although I wish every day that they would, I doubt it will ever happen. You are, the best thing that has ever happened to me. That ever will happen to me,” she says, taking his hand and placing it over her heart. “Can’t you feel this? This is what I feel every time I think of you- this is how I feel every time you merely breathe in my direction. -You are the reason I still exist, my dear. You keep me tethered to the outside world.- My love for you has been in existence for far longer than our courtship. I wish I could do more than just tell you how much I love you, if I could, I would give you anything, everything you’ve ever wanted; my heart was yours the moment I set eyes on you 2 years ago. So take it, trample over it- it was yours to do anything with anyway. -So was mine. I am yours, just as you claim to be mine.- I love you, Loki Friggason, and I refuse to stop. -I love you too, my darling y/n. but I must do this. For you. Forgive me.-”

All Loki could do was hold in all those thoughts he desperately wanted to put in words. He could feel his eyes well up, his chest convulsing for the umpteenth time. Inhaling her scent, he hoped he would remember the sweet smell of chocolate and wine she always smelled of.

With great restraint, he pushed her off of him, his heart churning at y/n’s gasp. Her heart cracked at his dismissal. He couldn’t look at her while he shattered her heart, while he ripped it right off the pedestal. This was the end.

“You say all this, but you mean nothing by it, I assure you. I have encountered numerous midgardians professing their love for me, but I can tell when someone lies y/n. And it is very clear to me how you are simply overwhelmed. You do not love me. You are simply but a blatant, ignorant fool.” Could his heart shatter any further? Apparently, yes. It clawed at his chest, pain searing in his bones. He would feel all of it. He would embrace it.

He forced his lips to morph into a twisted, sickening smile. Agony. That is what he felt. Fresh burning agony, like fire in his tendons.

“What we have is all but a product of boredom. I was simply bored, silly mortal.” He looked up at her when she gasped, her hand on her heart. It was almost as if he could hear it shatter. All he wanted to do was hold her and weep. Tell her how sorry he was. Tell her how he wished he was the person she truly deserved. Instead, he was going to crawl into a ball and wish for death.

He got up to leave. Once and for all. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he willed his tears to sink back to wherever they came from. He didn’t deserve to cry.

“Did I ever matter to you?” he heard her whisper. Deciding not to answer, he stepped towards the door before she called to him. “Did I, Loki?” she asked again, her voice steadier. There was the woman he had hopelessly fallen in love with. A lioness, she certainly was.

He turned around to look at her, the same lifeless smile dancing across his lips. If he was someone else, he would have been taken aback at y/n’s stoic expression. She would rise again. She would continue to live her life, and no one was going to stop her. Especially him. That was the lioness he knew of. The only evidence of her hurt was the tiny teardrops prickling in her eyes, which he could see only because of the morning sun rays peeking in through the gaps in the curtains. She never cried.

“No,” he breathed, swiftly exiting through the door before she could see the tears that had traitorously fallen onto his cheeks.

part 2 here!

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dakotacrisis · 4 years ago

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Trust Me, Trust Me

Because for some reason the writers will not give the Lukanette shippers what they deserve, we must take matters into our own hands. If you have not seen the latest ML episode this will contain major spoilers! You have been warned!

But other than that please enjoy this quick little fix-it fic for all you Lukanette lovers.

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If Hawkmoth could get a new hobby that would be great. It really would be. Maybe he can take up bird watching or stamp collecting or origami. You know, just a little something that can take up his time so he isn’t interrupting one of Marinette’s dates for once in her life! She swore, if she had to miss another date because the butterfly man wanted some earrings she was going to hunt him down and skin him alive.

Marinette had made the decision to let go of her crush on Adrien and start dating Luka shortly after their trip to New York. She cared for him, loved him, but he was always just out of reach. Upon coming back to Paris and seeing how happy he was with Kagami, Marinette understood where his heart truly lies. It was the confirmation she needed.

It was hard at first given how long she had been pining after Adrien. He still held a precious place in her heart but every time she was with Luka it blended into platonic love a bit more. Her first step was to get rid of all the pictures of Adrien she had pinned up in her room until all that remained were some catalog snapshots in her inspiration book and a couple friendly group shots on her wall.

She was ready to move forward with Luka. She really was. Now if only she could get through a date without Hawkmoth interrupting it. The man had an uncanny ability to start something the second she was alone with Luka or when they had plans. The movies, ice cream dates, bike rides, concerts, she was missing it all and it tore her apart. She could tell it was starting to wear on Luka too. Not that she blamed him in the least. Marinette left because it was her duty but Luka had to watch her runaway from him dozens of times with little to no explanation.

Lies were becoming as easy to her as breathing and it sickened her. Luka deserved so much better than that. A few times she thought that maybe she should end both their suffering and call things off but then he would smile at her, play her a song, and kiss her forehead and everything would be right again. She couldn’t think of leaving him when he always welcomed her back into his arms with a smile. It was like his faith in her was unshakeable.

At least that’s what Marinette had thought. Luka was very trusting and understanding but everyone has a breaking point. Even someone as patient as Luka. Watching her boyfriend get akumatized because she couldn’t tell him the truth of why she always disappeared broke her heart. Having to fight him hurt even worse. Learning that the father he never knew was actually their favorite singer was jarring. Poor boy woke up in Marinette’s room not remembering anything about his akumatization or what he learned about his family.

That evening after Luka went home Marinette sat in her room debating what to do. The real truth was out of the question. Telling him that she was Ladybug would only put him and everyone she cares about in danger. But she had to tell him something!

She also needed to have a conversation with her friends because apparently, even after dating Luka for weeks, they still think she is madly in love with Adrien. Even if she was, so many people know about it at this point that she hesitates to call it a secret. The only person who never knew was Adrien himself! But that’s a problem for another day.

What she needed to do was talk to Luka. She called him up and they agreed to meet up under the bridge. He smiled when he saw her and it broke her heart all the more, that even after today he could still greet her with that warm smile.

“Hi, thanks for meeting me so late,” Marinette said.

“We did leave things kinda unresolved earlier, didn’t we?” Luka sighed, “A lot happened today and even though I don’t remember any of it I was filled in later. When I went home my mom was waiting for me and asked if I remembered anything from being akumatized. When I said no she told me who my dad is.”

“She did?” Marinette wasn’t surprised, if she didn’t tell him then someone else on the boat surely would have.

“Turns out it’s Jagged Stone.” He shook his head, “ My idol is also my dad. I don’t know how to feel about that. All these years I felt a connection to him but I thought it was just because we were both musicians. Turns it out it runs a lot deeper than that.”

“I can’t imagine what that must be like.” Marinette said, “Do you think you’ll talk to him after this?”

“I feel like I have to. I still have so many questions.” He looked back at Marinette and his smile returned, “Enough about all that though. What did you want to talk about?”

“Well now I don’t know if this is the best conversation to have considering what all you’ve already gone through today.” Marinette suddenly felt like an idiot. She shouldn’t be pushing more onto him when he’s already clearly going through a lot.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He asked, eyes full of careful trepidation.

“What? No! Of course not!” Marinette clasped his hands with hers. “Is that what you want?”

“Never. I just know that you’ve been missing out on a lot of our dates and…” He glanced down at their clasped hands, “I thought it might be because you were unsure about us. I miss you, Marinette.”

“I miss you too.” Marinette squeezed his hands tighter, “I want to tell you the truth so badly, Luka. It would clear up everything and then you’d understand why I do the things I do but I can’t tell you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but because it’s something that I know will only cause problems for you if I do.”

“Does this have anything to do with Adrien?”

“Absolutely not. This is in no way related to Adrien or my feelings or anything like that. It’s a lot more complicated than all that.”

“Can you explain it then? You don’t have to go into details if it is really that precious a secret but you need to give me something here, Marinette. I feel like you’re drifting further and further away from me and I can’t figure out what’s causing it.”

“The truth...the truth is…” Marinette swallowed back all the lies and looked into her boyfriend’s eyes. He had so much faith in her. He trusted her so much, she owed him at least this. “The truth is that I have a certain responsibility that I cannot neglect. I get called to take care of it sporadically and no matter how much I wish that I could take a day off I can’t.”

Tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she willed them back, “It feels like my life has been uprooted because of it but I can’t just back out of it either. I enjoy what I do but it always ends up hurting me and those around me in ways that I didn’t think it would when I took on this responsibility. Is any of what I’m saying making sense?”

“Marinette,” Luke pulled her closer, enveloping her in a warm hug, “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not! Because I can’t control what’s going on and it’s not fair to you and I just wish that we could have normal dates and be together like normal people.” She hiccuped, “I really like you, Luka. I want to be your girlfriend and go out on dates and have fun together but my responsibilities keep getting in the way. Everything is falling apart around me and I don’t know how to fix it. I feel like I’m way in over my head trying to keep everything from crumbling.”

“Hush now,” He rubbed a hand across her back, “It’ll be alright. I don’t know what pressure you must be under but you are doing the best you can. Even if the best you can is struggling that doesn’t mean you are doing nothing. You are doing everything you can at the capacity you are capable of doing it. That is all that can be expected of you so if a few things slip through the cracks it is not your fault. You were not being neglectful of your duties, you tried your very best. If you did nothing then that would be even worse, right?”

“But--”

Luka pulled back, grasping at her shoulders and stared hard into her eyes, “You are doing the best you can! Are you listening to me? You are doing all you can and that is enough! You are doing enough!”

Marinette started sobbing. The tears she had so desperately tried to keep away ran hot and wet down her face. Her throat was making an ugly croaking noise as she wailed and clung tightly onto Luka. She could barely breathe with how hard she started crying. Years of pent up sorrow, anger, and fear was flooding out of her and she couldn’t get it to stop even if her life depended on it.

Luka held her close and let her cry. He didn’t try to say anything to make her feel better. He just held her and hummed a peaceful melody in her ear. She wasn’t sure how long they stood there while she cried but when it was over Luka still did not let her go. Not until her hiccuping sobs quieted down into manageable sniffles.

“Feel better?” He asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. Marinette nodded. “Good. Don’t ever feel like you need to hide your struggles from me, Marinette. If you need to run off and do what you need to do then just tell me. I won’t get angry, I won’t try to stop you, I just want to know that at the end of the day that you’re okay. Dates can be rescheduled easily enough. I’m just happy to spend any time I can with you.”

“I feel like you’re being way nicer to me than I probably deserve.”

“And I think you’ve been denying yourself a lot more than you should. No matter what is going on in your life, Marinette, it doesn’t mean that you need to miss out on everything else. You can be upset and selfish. You should be. Bottling all of that up will only hurt you worse in the end.”

Marinette took a deep breath. “Well, I don’t have any other plans for tonight, did you want to do something?”

Luka smiled and kissed her forehead, “Anything you want, my melody.”

“Is it too late to go back to the boat and have a movie night?”

“Not at all,” He threaded his fingers through hers and they started the walk back to Luka’s house.

They were smiling and laughing the whole walk back. At the ramp to the boathouse though was an unexpected visitor. Luka froze, his grip on Marinette’s hand getting tighter.

“Luka,” Jagged Stone nodded to him.

“Jagged.” Luka said. His expression was unreadable.

“I’m sorry,” Jagged said, “Rock star or not I should have been around for you and your mother and your sister. I guess I felt too inadequate to be a proper father like you deserved. That’s not an excuse but--”

“Hey,” Juleka appeared on the ramp startling everyone. The girl was like a freaking ghost. “Are you my dad too or just Luka?”

“I’m your dad too.” Jagged answered.

“Awesome.” Juleka smiled and returned to inside the ship.

“Wait! Do you not have any questions?” Jagged called after her but Juleka didn’t seem all that concerned with the information. Luka wasn’t surprised. She never worried herself about who her dad was like Luka always had. She figured that she had the family she did and that was that.

“Jagged,” Luka said, “I’m glad I know the truth now and I appreciate you coming out here but it has been a long day. Right now all I want to do is sit down, watch a movie, cuddle with my girlfriend and process what all I’ve learned today. You are more than welcome to come by later this week but I really just need some time to myself to sort through all this first.”

“Yes, of course,” Jagged glanced at Marinette and his face lit up like the Eiffel Tower, “And are you dating Marinette? That is awesome! I knew you must have had great taste in women, just like your old man!”

“Jagged!” Luka’s mom shouted from the boat, “That’s enough out of you tonight! The boy wants to be left alone!”

“It’s alright, mom!” Luka shouted back. “Go back inside, I got this handled.”

Mrs. Couffaine sighed and went back inside, all the while still glaring at Jagged. “She’s right,” Jagged said, “I should be going. Enjoy your evening. And Luka, whenever you’re ready to talk I’ll be here.”

“Thanks,” Luka said, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

With that Jagged dug his hands deep in his pockets and wandered down the street and out of sight. “You okay?” Marinette asked after he was gone.

“Still taking it all in but I’m fine. Now come here, I promised you a movie night.” Luka pulled her onto the boat. They settled down in the living room area. Marinette picked out a movie while Luka made some popcorn for them to munch on.

The opening credits began to roll and Marinette tucked herself into Luka’s side. One of his hands played idly with the ends of her hair. She sunk into his touch like a puppet whose strings had been cut. “Luka,” she whispered, lifting her head up to look at him.

“Hm?” Luka gazed down at her, “Need something?”

“Can I kiss you?” The questioned breathed past her lips.

“Yes you can,” He pulled her up closer. Their eyes drifted shut as his lips brushed against one another in the gentlest of kisses. Marinette’s insides fluttered happily as she met his soft lips again, kissing him deeper. He held her close tilting her head just so, so he could access her mouth better.

She giggled into the kiss. Her happiness unable to contain itself for even a moment. Luka chuckled too at her giggling so it rumbled against her lips. “What’s so funny?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I’m just...happy.” She sighed, “I’m really happy here with you. And that’s the truth.”

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #fix-it fic #ml season 4 #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #lukanette #writing #it's fluffy. it's cheesy. it is mending something in my multi-shipping heart

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bailey-reaper · 3 years ago

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Hello, I actually have a request this time~ Could we get something with Barok's s/o just being so absolutely fed up with everyone hating/fearing Barok? Like either they confront someone they overhear talking badly about him or just complain to him that they hate how everyone treats him? (This totally isn't inspired by me having been buried in edits of the new official Cafe Art that replace Barok with other characters and fawn over how much /better/ the edit is etc.) ...I'm just so tired all I want is to love him in peace 😞

EXCUSE You??

Notes: Hello there, friend, you can indeed! I'm all for people having their own opinions and I'm totally fine with people not being fond of Barok, but let those of us that like him as a character have our safe spaces to enjoy the leggiest of leggy boys!

S/O is gender neutral (they/them pronouns). Barok refers to them using petnames.

Content Warnings: anti-anti-Barok sentiment; if you don't like Barok this isn't the blog for you tbh; this blog stans a leggy boi; while also accepting that parts of his character are unacceptable by today's standards; but that doesn't invalidate his entire existence; people are complex creatures; Barok is a fascinating character; I won't apologise for that.

Another day, another tedious event hosted by some aristocrat keen to cement their position in London's socialite scene. Of course, Barok had been strong-armed into going by the Lord Chief Justice. To make it somewhat easier, he'd brought his beloved along so that he would have at least one good thing in his midst.

"I'll get us some more wine," they said as he finished his drink.

"Thank you..." he handed over the glass and watched them go in the direction of the bar. Out of the corner of his eye he noted two of the most vacuous and opinionated among the London's social scene. Lady Asquith and Lord Shelby –– they were the sort of people who took opposing opinions as a declaration of war, seemed to think themselves experts on whatever social matters took their fancy and had the most curious ability to ignore any and all evidence that contradicted their worldview.

A most vexatious pair.

He hoped they wouldn't say anything to his love or within their earshot; just the other day they'd been frustrated about the way people spoke of him and had said, "The next person who dares to say a single bad thing about you within my earshot is going to get a big piece of my mind!"

"Oh look, My Lord," Lady Asquith said with a smirk as she hid her mouth behind her fan, "That ghastly cadaver, Lord van Zieks, yet lives!"

"So he does, my dear," Lord Shelby chuckled, "What a disgrace of a man... he is an embarrassment to the nobility, carrying on in court like some sort of flapper girl. It's truly outrageous!"

"Quite so! Quite so!" the lady agreed, "I just cannot abide him! He's so thoroughly dislikable, such a dour and churlish man! It's a wonder he was invited, this is supposed to be a party not a funeral reception."

Lord Shelby laughed.

"ENOUGH!" roared a voice beside them, causing Lady Asquith to shriek and Lord Shelby to drop his glass of whiskey. The whole room fell silent.

Barok frowned; he knew that voice.

"You two are some of the most poisonous, ill-mannered, detestable people I think I've ever had the displeasure of seeing or hearing! How dare you speak so venomously about a man you don't know! You make baseless assumptions and snide remarks about a man who possesses more integrity in his little toe than your entire beings! He is not perfect, but then none of us are! You two are certainly ill-suited to being judges of characters when yours are both so contemptuous!"

"Dearest," Barok came to a stop behind them and took their hand, "That's enough, I care not what such second-rate nobles think of me."

"I care, Barok!" they said, furiously, "People are so derisive about you, yet they know nothing of you or your struggles or your life! They assume and they cast stones because they're too cowardly to look inward. They'd rather point and sneer than do anything worthwhile! Well I'm fed up of it! You deserve better than their poison!"

"Come now," he smiled at them fondly, "You've made your point in a most passionate and elegant manner, I think it's high time we left this place and found a nicer setting to spend time together, hm?"

"...." they nodded, and allowed him to lead them out while the aristocracy looked on in muted shock.

"... Thank you," he said, once they were out in the cool evening air, "Your strength of feeling means the world to me, even if you are quite the firebrand. I shall have to bear that in mind and try to avoid being in your bad graces."

They huffed and kissed his chin, "... I love you, Barok."

"And I love you, my dearest one."

#barok van zieks #Barok x Ors #request

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occasionalsnippets · 4 years ago

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Escapism AU (Y/n) & Passione

This is mostly about mc’s interactions with the gang including a bit of La Squadra and Unita Speciale. I’ll probably add more as I think.

Bucciarati’s Gang

Mc crashes at their house from time to time even though she has her own apartment

This either because she wants to sleep over for fun

Or because she’s finished a mission and their house is closer

Sometimes she shows up at 2 AM and just passes out on their couch

It happens more often than it should

Bruno eventually gives her a copy of the key

She steals food from the fridge too but makes up for it by buying groceries

They leave a toothbrush and cup for her in one of the bathrooms since she comes over so much

Before everyone was recuited, there were extra bedrooms in the house that weren’t being used

They left a guest room for mc but she doesn’t use it all the time, opting to pass out on the couch first

Either Bruno or Abbacchio usually brings her to her room though Abbacchio would never admit to it

Mista draws on her face with marker sometimes but leaves her on the couch most of the time. He can’t ruin her cute face all the time

Narancia cuddles with her on the couch or join Mista in doodling

Fugo leaves her on the couch but gets a blanket and readjusts her position if it’s uncomfortable

However, after Mista got recruited, mc gave up her room so Mista didn’t have to room with anyone

Now, she just sleeps on the couch or whoever’s okay with her borrowing their bed

She has tried several times to get them to wear normal clothes outside (they dressed perfectly normally before joining the mafia!) and only about half those times did it actually work

Mc is strong enough carry everyone in the group bridal style

The only ones who gets particularly mouthy when she does is Abbacchio and Mista but only because Mista wants to carry her too

She joins Fugo, Narancia and Mista in doing stupid things but it’s fun

She knows the torture dance

Mc isn’t technically a part of their team but they consider her to be because of how often she stays over and tags along for missions

She doesn’t expect anyone to really like her the way they do despite how obvious their feelings are

Part of it is because she isn’t supposed to be in this universe in the first place, that she’s an outsider of sorts. She’s here to make sure they don’t die

The other part of it is the guilt of leaving them to die in the first timeline. She feels like she doesn’t deserve how highly they think of her because of how readily she was to let fate run it’s course the first time around, even if they don’t remember it

She’s sooner die then let any of them do the same

Giorno

Mc meets Giorno before he’s recruited into the gang since she does go to the same school as him even though she doesn’t really show up to classes that often

She’s about 2 years older than Giorno

They became friends prior to his hair turning blond and she almost didn’t recognize him but his eyes are rather distinctive

When it did turn blond, mc got a vaguely panicked call in the morning from him saying his hair turned blond for some reason

She’s the first person to braid his hair with the needlessly extra loop at the end after it turned blond

She wasn’t sure how the donuts worked but the next time she saw him he had the signature donut hair so she guessed he figured out how to do it

It becomes routine for her to braid Giorno’s hair when she notices it’s undone

She gave him a crash course on stands when he found out she had one

They spend a lot of time in libraries

Mc insists on paying for food when they get lunch together though Giorno always refuses

I feel like Giorno lowkey craves intimacy?

Mc calls him “GioGio” sometimes

Trish

Hmmmmm, gay

I really like Trish hence why she’s included in the harem

Out of everyone in the gang guarding her, she’s the closest with mc since they’re both girls which is also why Bruno assigns mc to her the most often

Convenient for Trish since it means more time to flirt

Unfortunately, mc does fall under the “are we just being nice to each other or are we flirting” when Trish is just about ready to ask for her hand in marriage

She’s flirting, no doubt

Trish lets mc rest her head on her thighs which mc can confirm is very comfortable

Trish is one of the two people she trusts to do her make up, the other one being Abbacchio

You know that picture where there’s one girl sitting on the other girl doing her makeup

That’s basically Trish and mc

Post-Vento Aureo, they stay in contact and remain good friends as Trish pursues a career as a singer

Narancia

Mc joined Fugo on that walk where they found Narancia in the alleyway so she’s partially responsible for him joining the mafia

They bring him to Libecco where Bruno is and he gets food before going to the hospital to get his eye treated like in canon

She goes shopping with him after he’s out of the hospital

They get normal clothes but the next she sees him, he’s wearing his canon outfit and she wonders why she even bothered with his fashion sense in the first place

She’s the one who buys him his bandana that he wears in his canon outfit

They’re pretty cute together actually

She calls him “Nara”

While she isn’t available all the time to help Fugo tutor him, when she is around, she tries her best to help

They listen to music together and mc ends up reccomending a lot though some songs haven’t come out yet so she’s only able to play them on her phone

“If I run and jump at (Y/n), she’ll definately catch me!” “Wait, I’m holding a mug-” *Drops the mug and catches Narancia*

Hugs with Narancia often end with his face buried in the crook of her neck

Fugo

Probably the one mc goes with on missions the most

Part of it is because they’re the closest in age prior to everyone else joining, another part is due to mc’s nullifying ability effectively making her immune to Purple Haze’s virus

Mc be like “if I got infected with purple haze’s virus, I would simply become immune. rip to everyone else but I’m different.”

Still, Fugo is still very cautious when it comes to pulling out Purple Haze

Fugo buys her lavender hand lotion once and she decided she liked it so she continued to use it

He sorta associates lavender with mc

Mc buys him strawberry earrings. Sometimes she spontaneously buys stuff that reminds her of him

Fugo isn’t particularily fond of contact (backstory trauma) so mc tries to keep it to a minimum unless he gives an okay

Probably a few missions together where mc saves him, they’re walking down a street together and he just slips his hand into hers

Asadlskjh, I want them to hold hands

When she’s doing school assignments over at the Bucci house, Fugo helps her look over and proofread them despite the fact she has access to the internet through her phone and can search stuff literally from the future (not that he knows). She appreciates the input

I think that after Fugo leaves the group during Vento Aureo, I would like to bring him back somehow before the end of Vento Aureo

Abbacchio

He didn’t like mc at first, no surprises here, but after they went on a few missions together where she saved his life, he begrudgingly opened up

She reminds him of his dead partner due to how reckless she is in saving people

She an idiot but she’s his idiot

He’s likely one of the most worried when she gets hurt since he doesn’t want to lose another person who died protecting him

Abbacchio does come off as very tsundere seeing how prickly he is to everyone except Bruno but everyone except for mc notices that he isn’t that prickly to her either

Mc doesn’t expect him to like her to any degree so whenever anyone points out that he’s nicer to her, she’s like “what?”

They have late night talks a lot

Abbacchio stays up late drinking and mc doesn’t sleep consistently enough

Sometimes they go up to the roof of the house to talk

She has fallen alseep on him multiple times. His tiddies make great pillows.

Generally, she’s got her head resting on his tiddies, one arm hanging over his body, the other spawled out somewhere. He keeps one arm around her head and the other around her waist

Bruno

Mc with Bruno is oddly domestic?

she helps around the house, buying groceries, helping out in the kitchen and cleaning from time to time

Bruno appreciates it a lot

If Abbacchio and mc have late night talks, Bruno and her have early morning talks when everyone else is asleep and the sun is just barely rising

Bruno keeps telling her it isn’t healthy to sleep only 3 hours so he convinces her to fall asleep for a few more hours

He spoils her a lot and brings her to cafes

Bruno is one of the last people she would expect to like her more than a friend due to the “bruno’s a mom” memes and he’s nice to everyone (almost everyone, excluding ememies), there’s no way he would like her more

Sure, he kisses the crown of her head and the back of her hand from time to time and they cook together

But they’re just good friends, right?

He frequently lectures her on being more careful and not being so reckless

Mista

They discuss weird stuff a lot

The combination of mc’s general knowledge of random things due to the internet and Mista’s bad timing when bringing up topics leads to interesting conversations

Like, your tongue never sits comfortably in your mouth, your skeleton is wet, are you inside your skeleton or is your skeleton inside you?

Mc is always in a constant state of worry when he’s on a mission because his bullets always end up in his own body something

The only reason he isn’t dead yet is because his dumb*ss aura surrounds him

Mc qualifies as a cute girl 11/10

He flirts with her casually and the pistols tell her his thought even when he doesn’t want them to but she never seems to notice

“You’ve been flirting with me?” “Have been for the last year, thanks for noticing.”

Mc gets Mista a gun holster after the events of Vento Aureo because he really shouldn’t be tucking his gun in his pants like that

If someone was really angry, they could lean over and shoot his d*ck off

La Squadra

I sorta debated whether la squadra should be a part of the harem or not but I think mostly no

That’s because I don’t really have an age range for them but Risotto’s like 28 and big age gaps are creepy. So, I guess for some of the la squadra members, it’s up to interpretation whether it’s romantic or platonic. I’m inclined towards platonic though

I’m not sure if I want to save Sorbet and Gelato yet

Mc, of course, goes along for missions as she’s ordered to

La squadra is so broke. Why doesn’t Diavolo pay them more? They literally kill people for their job

Mc doesn’t crash at their house very often but she stops by to hang out and drop off food

She buys them groceries when she notices their fridge is super empty. She doesn’t need them to pay her back (her paycheck is suprisingly big), but they should stop eating takeout all the time

She usually calls Risotto to ask if there’s anything specific they want

She’s rather fond of Pesci. They go fishing together when they have time

Illuso and mc are gossip buddies

Melone gets kink shamed during missions

Ghiaccio and mc have gone ice skating together before

I don’t really have anything else for the others... I’ll think about it

When Vento Aureo begins, mc is trying to save them though she isn’t directly working with them

La Unita Speciale

These are pretty random

Tizano and Squalo are gay, mc was there when they proposed to each other

Mc gets ordered to buy food when they have meetings though it’s pretty rare

When she does show up to drop off food, it’s a constant feeling of “let me leave quicker please” because Cioccolata is freaky

She thinks she runs into Doppio way too often when she’s doing missions

The only good thing about it is that Doppio is pretty nice when Diavolo isn’t kicking about. On one hand, Doppio=nice, on the other Doppio=Diavolo

Mc feeds Secco sugar cubes when Cioccolata isn’t looking

She would not trust Cioccolata to patch up any of her wounds, he’s likely to dissect her

Mc gets missions through calls and emails but sometimes Doppio’s around to tell her what they are

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anonymouslyangsty · 3 years ago

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Continuation of the “what if the Ishimaru scandal didn’t happen” idea because, per usual, @Cat-but-bread brought up good points. How would the change affect the Ishimondo bromance? What if the scandal did happen, just later on in Taka’s life?

Read more because my reply was so long I just decided to make another post.

It would definitely affect the Taka Mondo bromance. Taka is still his usual rule following self, but he isn’t a hall monitor or part of the morals committee. Which means that, while he’s probably kinda bossy INSIDE the classroom (he’s a TOTAL teacher’s pet), he likely isn’t going to be confronting kids anywhere else. Plus, he’s way more laid back about rules in this AU, since it’s not his job to deal with that.

That all means that Mondo and Taka wouldn’t have nearly as many fights, since Taka would have fewer reasons to tell him to behave. And that appears like a good thing for their relationship on surface level. But really, would they have become friends if they hadn’t been constantly at each other's necks?

At face value, Taka and Mondo are wildly different people. Rule follower vs rule breaker, orderly vs chaotic. If these differences didn’t force them to constantly butt heads, would they have ever seen their mutual passion and determination? Likely not. Without that aggression, their relationship would’ve just been lukewarm dislike, with Taka seeing Mondo as just another delinquent, and Mondo seeing him as another egotistical boot licker.

The class gap would also make things a tad harder, since Taka’s freaking rich in this AU. Mondo probably sees him as the “slightly nicer, but way more annoying Togami”

That being said, I can still see these two being friends. But we, again, need to force them together to achieve that, because they wouldn’t interact much otherwise. Since Taka’s the Ultimate Tutor in this au, I can totally see him trying to help Mondo’s grades (probably at the request of a teacher, because there’s no way Mondo asks for help).

Which would be...frustrating for both parties. And I can see that frustration leading to a sauna fight.

As for this AU messing with the parallels between Taka and Mondo...yeah it does. Taka wouldn’t have that same need to prove himself he has in canon since his family name isn’t soiled. He also wouldn’t have faced the same struggles to prove himself as good despite his grandfather

On the contrary, Taka would benefit from his grandfather’s legacy. Even if kids don’t really like him much personally, everyone’s going to be hesitant to be terribly mean to the grandson of the prime minister. People would judge him based on his family, just like in canon. That means people assume Taka’s good and smart because his grandfather is seen as such. Having a good family name can go a long way.

So even if Taka isn’t the smartest, or the most charming, people are going to assume he is. Which could lead to Taka having a bit of an imposter syndrome situation where he feels like he has to live up to the expectations placed onto him. Like he has to pretend to be as smart as his grandfather.

Which...could make up for the broken parallel. Mondo feels like a fraud because he lied about what happened with Daiya, and thus acts hyper masculine to hide that guilt. Perhaps Taka tries to appear smarter than he is and studies constantly to seem like he’s not a disappointment to the Ishimaru name.

And it’s not as if this Taka doesn’t have to work hard. I’m a firm believer that Taka isn’t naturally academically gifted whatsoever. To get into HP as the Ultimate Tutor, he’d still have to do so much studying. So hard work would still be an important part of who he is.

The fact that he doesn’t have the genius grudge would actually work to his disadvantage in this situation, because it means he doesn’t have the same appreciation for hard work. He might look down on himself somewhat for needing to work so hard to understand what comes easily for others.

That feeling only gets worse when you see how wildly successful his grandfather was. How does he live up to that legacy? Especially when he has to work so hard just to be a good student. Perhaps that’s why he became a tutor, because he knows how it feels not to understand things as quickly as others.

Both here and in canon, Taka uses his grandfather as a measure of his own success. In canon, he has to surpass his grandfather without falling into the same corruption he did. “I have to surpass lazy geniuses! I have to prove that I’m moral in all things!”

For this Taka, Toranosuke is something to live up to rather than surpass, because he wouldn’t see the flaws in the man. “I have to live up to the Ishimaru name! I can’t be some blot on our legacy!”

So yeah. I think the change does mess with the Ishimondo parallel, but it makes a different parallel in the process. Both are struggling to live up to the legacy of someone they perceive as much better than them. Both to some degree put on a facade of strength (hyper masculinity and genius respectively) to appear that they live up to those expectations.

Now the idea of the scandal still happening, but happening later is...very interesting. I’d say it happens in HP, which means that Toranosuke Ishimaru is probably retired or getting close to doing so (he died a few years before Taka got into HP in canon, but stress and lack of money for medical assistance probably contributed to that, so he’s still alive and kicking in this situation)

It’s definitely worse for Taka if the scandal happens later. Because here, Toranosuke is a role model, someone to live up to rather than surpass. To learn that someone you’ve looked up to your entire life is a fraud, a liar...that’s a lot.

Canon Taka had the benefit of learning of his grandfather’s treachery earlier on, before the idolization of the man could become a core motivation for his behavior. Along with that, he grew up with the scandal, and thus the infamy of the Ishimaru name.

Tutor Taka would be having his entire world uprooted before him. Suddenly the name Ishimaru is a mark of shame. Suddenly his grandfather isn’t someone to respect, but someone to hate. Suddenly the comforts he was used to, having time to spend with his father, having enough money to do what he wants, is gone.

Taka is not the type of person to handle change easily, so it would be a massive shock to him. And suddenly he’d have to deal with the side eyes of the peers that he likely didn’t call friends, but sure were on friendly terms with. Now people are wondering if he even deserves to be in HP, or if his grandfather bought him his ultimate.

Not to mention that Taka would have to actively deal with the situation, not just the fallout of it. Like the news would be releasing every day on the situation, with everything getting worse each time he turns on the television. Imagine the press hounding him on what's going on, suddenly trying to vilify him because of what is happening with his grandfather. He’s no longer the ‘bright up and coming Ishimaru” but someone who benefited from corruption.

He’d absolutely defend his grandfather. He would refuse to believe that he would do something like that, because Taka always saw him as such a perfect man. But once the evidence becomes irrefutable, when Taka can no longer deny that his grandfather’s corrupt...I can see him clamming up like he did after trial 2 for a while. In both situations, his perception of someone close to him was ruthlessly forced to change.

It’s a bad time all in all. Taka would be losing so many support systems at once. The general trust of the school population, his idolization of his grandfather, his father’s ability to regularly spend time with him. Suddenly people don’t trust him as much, he’s constantly being hounded by reporters.

#taka #kiyotaka ishimaru #Danganronpa #mondo owada #an ask tag

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Hard Lives - Jason Todd x Reader

It was unfair. The whole team seemed to hold a grudge against Jason, for what reason you did not know. He was cocky and arrogant, but he was harmless, to the team at least. He needed more experience, or so Bruce said, but he wasn’t being given it. Dick wanted him and the rest of you teenagers to stay in the Titans base. But it was clear Jason didn’t want to.

You didn’t either, but you were obeying the adults to the best of your ability. If they wanted you to remain put, it was in your best interest to do so.

From the way they treated him he became distant, retreating into his own quarters and limiting his socialisation to talking to Gar.

Jason liked to train. He wanted to be the best Robin he could. You envied his skill, and here you currently were, watching him take out his frustrations in a stick battle with the green haired boy.

Bruce's adoptee appeared to be winning, throwing his stick to the back of Gar's legs so that he fell onto the mat. The vigilante smirked, offering the closest person he had to a friend a hand up.

Gar accepted, shaking it before coming towards the exit, where you were stationed.

"He's not that bad." He told you, suspicious of your hovering.

Perhaps he thought you wrote examining the flaws in Robin's agility, or noticing how he was almost too cocky and confident with his physical ability. But you weren't. If anything, you'd consider what you were doing as admiring.

"I'm not judging tiger." You smirked at the blush that crept upon the meta human's face, watching as he bowed his head and fled to the hallway.

You enjoyed having that affect upon people. You had learnt a lot from those who had raised you. Your mothers as they were known.

Green eyes darted to you. Jason had spotted you. "Don't you have a circus to run or some plants to grow?"

His voice hunted his irritance. He knew that you had been raised by Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, and he happened to hold it against you.

"Don't you have some blue eggs to squeeze out?" You retorted, coming away from the doorway and walking slowly towards Jason Todd.

"Funny." He simply remarked, not moving as you adventure closer. "What is the reason I am graced with your hilarious presence?"

The stick was still grasped in his left hand, since he had swapped it from his right when aiding Gar to his feet.

"Is it so hard to believe that I'm not here to taunt you or put you down like the others do?"

Hank was a criminal for it. He would purposely anger Jason, often ending in both a verbal and physical fight. You'd have thought that Hank, a grown man, would have more maturity than pick on a kid but apparently not.

Rachel made her occasional comments, whether that be away from his ears or not. Even if they were, Jason was well aware that she had a problem with him, even if it wasnt personal.

Kori never really had an opinion of him whatsoever. She had her own problems and it was visible that he was appreciative that she didn't consider him one of them.

Dawn kept her distance, but still stopped Hank from getting too into bullying the teenager. She was mature, not stupid. She was well aware of what Jason was capable of.

Dick always put him down. Telling him he could do and be better. It may have had the intention of being encouragement but it didn't work that way. It made his life even harder, reminding him that he wasn't the only Robin. Maybe he didn't want to be a copy of the Robin that Dick was. Just maybe he wanted to be his own version.

"Yes." He answered, tightening his grip whilst looking you in the eye the same way an enemy would.

It was stupid this whole ordeal was. Harley and Ivy stole you when you were a child from what you assumed to be a loving mother and hard working father. Yet Jason treated you as if it was your fault that you landed in their custody.

The others were nicer about the situation, possibly because you had distanced yourself from those villainous figures, and you were obedient. The same couldn't be said for Jason. He hated all of the rules that were set.

It was fine for him beforehand, when he had the full run of Wayne Manor. He could do whatever he wanted. But this was a base, a training facility that sheltered you all until you were ready to take on the real action.

"For all the time we have been here, I don't recall once doing such a thing." You smiled at him, but he only grimaced at the expression you put on your face. "Tell me if you do, refresh my memory if it's mistaken."

Jason couldn't hell himself, his eyes were trained to roll whenever you tried to be a smart ass. "Is it just a game to you? Why do you pretend to be so nice to me?"

It came blurting out of his mouth and he realised after. He had never voiced such a thing before.

"I don't pretend Jason." You told him, crossing your arms and looking down. "I've heard how hard your life was before Bruce, and I thought I'd cut you some slack. God knows that you need it."

He locked his lips nervously. He usually tried to present himself as proud and cocky, but it seemed that you had set off that switch in him.

"Do you maybe want to get out of here?" For all he knew, you would shove the offer back in his face or laugh at him for actually believing that you were joking all along. But you didn't. Instead you sent him a warm smile, one that you were clearly containing.

"And where do you have in mind?" You asked, knowing that you could trust him. You were a part of the same team, of course you could. If you couldn't have faith in one another, you couldn't have it in yourself.

...

Dick stopped Dawn when he saw her. This place, the past that came with it was a lot for them all to take in. But this was Titans Tower, a home for those who could do good with the bad in them.

"Have you seen Jason and (Y/N)?" Dawn wasnt the first person he had asked. He had yet to go around the rest of the tower, Gar had told him he saw you enter the training room just as he was leaving, but it was now empty.

"Maybe you should check the roof." She informed him. It wasnt meant to bring up their history, but when Dawn and Dick had been together, that had been their spot.

The sky was calming, even if it was under the influence of a storm. It was away from the world, and that was something they needed when being a hero.

He nodded at her, clambering up to where the roof was. And then he saw something he had never expected when he laid his feet on the very top surface.

You and Jason. It was a warm day, and the two of you barely noticed. The pair of you were curled into one another, with your eyes shut and your breathing calm.

This was how he wanted to see the two of you. Acting like teenagers instead of vigilantes in training.

The two of you had had such hard lives you deserved a break, and that was clearly what the two of you were having. Except you were sharing the time, seeing each other in a vulnerable state.

It made Dick feel old. He wasn't that old, but still, you kids were all growing up under their care, finding yourselves and each other.

...

You and Jason entered the dining space, together. Donna raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

Dick smirked at the Robin replacement, noticing how the boy kept stealing glances at you.

"I think you got a little burnt on the roof." Hank laughed at mostly Jason, which made him lower his head and shrink back into himself once again.

"He can't get burnt if he's already smoking hot." You defended him, leaning Hawk and everyone else at the table speechless.

Gar tried to stifle his laugh, but failed. For once he was happy to see you making someone other than him flustered.

And Jason was clearly flustered. His cheeks were glowing coral, and it wasn't due to the sun's beaming rays.

"You don't actually have a thing for him, do you?" Rachel attempted to joke, twirling her fork in her dominant hand.

"So what if I do?" You challenged her. The two of you got along, but you didn't appreciate anyone picking on Jason. It wasnt fair, they weren't even giving him a chance. "Perhaps you'd understand why if you stopped treating him like the shit on the bottom of your shoe."

"(Y/N)." Dick scolded you for your language but you ignored him.

You had let everyone's behaviour towards Jason slide for far too long. Today was the end of it, you'd ensure that. "No." You said to him. "None of you have even given him a chance, except for a few of us. You all look down at him or think of him as some rich spoilt boy. Maybe if you got to know him, or paid the littlest attention to detail, you would see how uncomfortable you all make him. He's human, like most of us in this room. He's done nothing but try and save our asses or follow Bruce's orders yet you still disregard him as the public does to us. Perhaps if you weren't such hypocrites, then you'd see the affect you are having on a teenage boy! "

There was nothing more you had to say, so you left, without eating or looking at Jason once more.

Dick tried to call you back, but instead you went to your room, where you hoped no one would bother you.

....

A fist lightly tapped your door. "I swear to god if it's you Rachel, I will got to the kitchen on a personal vendetta and grab that fork you were using and stab it into that stupid gem on your forehead."

But when you opened it you weren't met with Rachel. It was Jason.

"I hope you're not gonna stab me in the forehead." He sheepishly smiled, and you could only do the same. It was nice to hear him cracking the littlest of jokes.

You widened the entrance of your room, opening it so that he could enter. After he did, you shut it.

"Are you okay?" You were concerned. You knew the opinions of everyone in that room took a toll on him.

"I am after your explosive rant." He grabbed your hand. And then he frowned. "You must be hungry." He concluded.

"I'm fine." You assured him.

"Well we could always go out onto the streets and find some random food cart that serves overly expensive hot dogs." Jason still hadn't let go of your hand, and you didn't mind.

You let him see the warm smile again. "I'd like that." And you did.

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normieexclusive · 4 years ago

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How My MC wins the boys over:

Ah, um, this really went off from the original story line. This was also supposed to be a short simple thing but then I started thinking and two hours later Im left with a bunch of messy notes and thoughts

The first to fall victim is:

Mammon turns out to be easy, literally MC just shows him an ounce of kindness and he takes it and runs.

Unconsciously MC gets much softer around him then the others (A combination of total trust in him and wanting to show how much love he deserves despite his brothers treating him harshly)

hes the one that gets the most kisses, the most hugs, and its great for them at first because they get to make fun of the dumb ass second born getting doted on but some silly little human and (while denying it constantly) loving it.

But then the others start to actually like MC and Mammon can nearly feel the six pairs of eyes glaring him down as his Human showers him with all the affection before going about their day.

(There’s one moment where, while Mammons sitting on the floor and MC is on the bed and he's making fun of one of his brothers that MC just grabs him by the back of his shirt collar- with only a finger- pulls him in between her legs (So his back is to her) and gives him a kiss on the top of his head as she coos "Mammon, be nice to your brothers" and he shuts down for the rest of the day)

Second, but the bestest of friends!:

With Levi its by being a grade A nerd and overthinking.

She reads all of TSL for their big quiz, and watches the movies with Beel and mammon, but on top of that the nerd goes back to the books and starts to annotate everything.

She starts digging for any bit of subtext she can find and jotting down notes in the margins, in her notebook, on sticky notes.

It becomes enough of an issue that she has to buy a new set because the first (Old and used) ones she got off of akuzon are ruined with her messy scrawling.

During the quiz they are evenly matched (if only because shes given such easy questions. Shes pissed but at the same time oh gosh she is really not up to Levis level) and somewhere along the way she just... Goes off about this theory of hers and reading the subtext because she needs to get this out and it seems like Levis the only one that can really keep up with her

(She tried to talk to Mammon and Beel but, honestly, they're as helpful as you'd think)

She forgets about the whole quiz and yanks out her vandalized book in order to debate with Levi about a part. Levi is horrified at the state of her TSL book and nearly goes apeshit right there, but then she shows just how much of a nerd she truly is by showing him the much nicer version she brought along

("And its even signed! Can you believe that! I didn't order a signed one cause they were too expensive but somehow the boxes must have gotten switched up! Ah! Levi! You have a shrine in you're room for them right! You should have these copies, I think you'll take more care of them then I can!")

Whenever they have a conversation its gibberish to everyone around them but they get it and that’s what matters.

(They spend nights just in his room and no one knows what they're doing so they assume the worst. The others always send Levi dirty looks when it happens, and Levi always looks a little more refreshed after every one.

They're having anime/gaming/TSL marathons but Levi lives for the jealousy that rolls off his brothers so hes not telling them anytime soon)

Somewhere starting after her pact with Levi and after the Lucifer/Satan Body switch:

The whole fiasco with Levi actually leads to Satan warming up to her!

He had initially brushed her off as a soon to be Lucifer Lapdog (and also kind of dumb) but now he's interested.

Someone whos capable of dissecting a book like that has to at least have some ability to reason, he just cant figure out if that moment was a fluke or if shes actually smart.

He refuses to start a conversation with her like a normal person and instead resorts to pranking her at every opportunity hoping to see if she’ll think her way out of it (He does leave some hints for when ones about to happen, but gets frustrated when she walks right past them)

It backfires on him tremendously because, somehow, they never seem to work! it goes to the point where it becomes rube goldberg levels of pranks that are always almost-but-not-quite misses because she bent down at just the right time to pick up a shiny rock.

Satan is at his wits end and ready to rip someone apart

his pranks start to extend to the others, it’s only after mammon mentions such that it finally clicks in her...

That same day she willingly walks into a pie in the face and Satan nearly cries.

After he starts to rile her up more often with words. He learns very quickly that she is a fantastic debate partner and, if he can find the right button to push, he’ll get her going for hours as they go back and forth

(And!! Even better!! Not only does she listen to everything he says and waits her turn! But Shes willing to change her opinion when she thinks he has a better point. When she loses She’ll come back hours later to drag more information out of him.

That’s usually not the case though, because Satan finds way too much enjoyment out of playing devils advocate and will simply choose whatever is opposition her POV.

He tried to argue about how she couldn't possibly like a flavor of candy she was eating because he didn't like it and nearly gave her an aneurysm)

(To his complete embarrassment, though, he has gotten hard during one of their debates and nearly lost because she looked fucking amazing as she shouted at him)

A bond that starts right at their first meeting and grows throughout her entire time there:

Beel is scary at first, and Lucifer- for some forsaken reason- made it her job to make sure Beel doesn't clean out the fridge every single day.

Shes scared of the man that seemed more then willing to eat her, but shes more scared of whatever punishment Lucifer would deal if she didn't at least try.

So she goes

It only takes her one run in with Beel and his puppy dog eyes (Because how could she just stop him like that!! How awful of her!!) for her to figure out that

A: this man is harmless and...

B:she knows what hunger pains feel like and the guilt wells up

Still she knows she can let him go so she spends her grimm allowance on buying ingredients to cook with and makes him huge meals as "offerings"

It doesn't always stop him from eating half the fridge, but sometimes it seems like he's willing to actually savor what she makes.

It gives her enough time to save the ingredients for dinner that night. (and If Beel sometimes wanders over to the kitchen while shes watching so shell make something for him, well there’s no harm done

The bastard pavlov dogged her and shes none the wiser)

Slow and steady, the pieces fall into place naturally:

Asmo turns out to be another easy one, to her shock.

Even with MCs jealousy over how stunning Amso looks and how easy it is for him... they just seem to drift to each other

Starts with a comment on Asmos sharp eyeliner one day, and Asmo asking MC what shampoo she uses.

Then the next day the same brand shampoo (And conditioner) will be left outside his door. And after MC will walk into the bathroom first thing in the morning only to wonder whom the fuck applied eyeliner to her in her sleep

It starts with days where they greet each other in the morning, to Stopping to chat for a few moments before heading on with their morning routine, to them walking down together, to Asmo fussing over her disheveled look after just waking up ‘-seriously Asmo not everyone can just roll out of bed like some Demons and look stunning’ - to ‘MC move over a scooch I need more room’ ‘Asmodeus this is my bed’ ‘Well how are we both supposed to fit when its so small!’, to weekly spa days and Gossiping about the others.

Its such an smooth transition that they both feel like it had always been as it was- two friends whispering secrets to each other late at night, pinky promises made over arbitrary things, laying so close that they can feel the others breathing. If maybe he leaned in a little closer they would--

--Oh... She fell asleep again.

And he curls up next to her, blanket wrapped around both of them (That is, until Asmo hogs it later) and sleeps peacefully

A build up of trust, and a moment of venerability that finally knocks down his walls:

Swallows her pride for Lucifer

Its hard to explain in words for her, but she tells him of her family.

A family that is good but dosnt care, that used to leave her alone for hours on end when she was far too young. She says it with a smile too, admits that it helped her become as independent as she was, that she could cook for herself before she was 10.

She tells him of her younger brother. Someone she tried her best to love as much as she could only for him to, one day, just stop talking to her. Years trying to build back an abruptly cut connection only for him to snap one day and change his tune to something much worse. A family that watched as he screamed at her, berated her and never did anything. How she still stood tall, how she swallowed back every tear and tried to talk to him with a steady voice- only for him to become angrier.

How, when he did try to snap at other members, she was always there to stand between them. How she was the one to chase him off or take the yelling despite her family never doing the same for her. How she was the stable rock of the family where no one was for her.

Physical violence was only once, but it was enough for her to know things would never change.

She was like him in a way, same but different.

and She cant bear to see the same thing happen to him.

She wants to help, she knows shes just a little, useless human but please she needs to help. She cant bare leaving another broken family behind without helping. Her life had been stagnate before them, unbearably lonely, and she just wants them to be happy, even if that means without her

even if it means she has to shove her nose where it doesn't belong

So... please... Please... Talk to Belphie. Please. He said he just wants to tal--

(She had earned Lucifer's respect not too long ago, and - to everyone's shock- the revel of what she came upon does not bring upon Lucifer's fury. Instead, he feels a deep understanding that he’ll never say aloud

Shes still going to get lectured, though. But he is too.)

It takes time:

Spends what probably amounted to most of her time in Devildom with that little fu--

(No, No. Belphie needs help, she needs to reel it in for now.)

She gets what it means to be lonely. Despite her distrust of the man who caged up in a place where the bad people are, you know, supposed to be caged up and tutored feels like she needs to do something- if only to make sure he doesn't lose his mind from the isolation.

(Rethinks a lot of her life and how she spent just hiding away from everything. How she would lock her door and never come out unless the sounds of another fight reached her. Thought about how it probably messed her up more then shes willing to admit and refuses to let the same thing happen to him

Oh sweet summer child)

Less trusting of him when its reviled that hes the seventh born, but more willing to help. If only for Beels sake

Brings stuff up to his room, a toy, a fluffy blanket, food that she snagged last minute. He complains hes cold one day and she yanks off her own sweater for him

(It all gets flushed down the toilet when she leaves, he scrubs his skin raw thinking about how his room smells disgustingly like that fucking human now)

And then, one day, it just... changes:

A human stands between him and the fucker that locked him up in there, his brothers that never knew he was there. All of them watching him with such pity in their eyes and he didnt want it- he didnt want their p-

The door was unlocked.

He was free.

Just like that.

it made no sense. He learns that they-- She-- spent hours dancing around Diavolo, deals were made. A room where it was just her and The Prince of Hell, promises not even Lucifer knew (And some part of Belphie relished in the fact that it was eating away at the fucker)

("All those hours shouting at each other paid off” She looks to Satan with a smile. A joke he was not privy to. Lucifer huffed but said nothing.

How much had changed since he was locked up?)

A slow, downward spiral

They're never alone, someone is always with her or with him (Beel sticks to his side like glue. after so long he finally gets to sleep next to his brother again)

He finds food in the fridge with the words “For Beel <3″ in this awful chicken scratch handwriting. Mammon’s screaming interrupts his naps one day and he wakes up to see her smothering the second born in kisses. Her shouting wakes him up as her and Satan pass, her voice becoming high pitched as they argue about... the number of toes humans are supposed to have???? (she sits down next to him and rips off her shoes in a fit of rage, demanding that Belphie count with her because what the fuck-

Satan sneers at her feet and tells the only actual toes are her two big ones, the rest are just digits.)

There’s traces of her everywhere. Layers of clothing haphazardly thrown about after a day at RAD and then neatly placed away. A mention of her name at the dinner table before shes there. Not even his and beels room is safe from her- he can smell her scent on Beels pillow. Faint, but a awful reminder of the human down the hall.

He hates it, he wants to throw it all away. He wants to erase her memory from his home, he wants to ripe her apa--

A blanket is draped over him one day, and he cant bring himself to open his eyes to see who did it...

She talks to him, Or more like at him. The longer he stays freed the harder is it to hide his distaste towards Humanity and- especially- to her. He thinks shes dense, because he knows his brothers sense there’s something wrong (Levis tail wraps around her when hes too close, Lucifer stands between them, Amso pulls her by the waist. Close to him, further from belphie) But she doesn't. She pushes closer. She asks him questions.

She never touches him, one small blessing in Hell.

Beel believes him when he bashfully admits one night that he may start to enjoy his time spent with human. And for a moment he feels guilty about the lie but its all for a greater goal

When its just the three of them, Beel leaves for a moment too long. To get snacks, to grab something from another room, it doesn't matter. This was the moment he waited for.

She smiles at him, all kind and gentle (And the words that leave her lips are unheard through the blood rushing through his ears) and leans forward

He puts his hands around her neck

She goes limp.

He-

He needed to-

He couldn’t squeeze.

Beel comes back with the biggest grin on his face, arms full of snacks (”Here MC I got your favorite”) He sits on the opposite side of Belphie, leaning into him with enough weight that his own shoulder presses against MCs, mushing her against the wall.

Despite her smile he can feel her shaking.

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janedrakey131 · 4 years ago

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zukka hp au part 6

Thank you so much, everyone! I hope you continue to enjoy this au. I had a few minutes last night, so I wrote up a couple scenes for all of you.

I haven’t written anything in so long though, so I’m sorry about the quality. Also, if someone is OOC, I’m sorry, I really tried. I need to rewatch atla at this rate. But feedback is always appreciated! I’m tagging anyone currently on the tag list, but if you missed it or just saw it, please let me know on the tag list post and I’ll add you in for future posts. (If you’d like me to reblog and tag you on this one, that’s also an option, but please comment or DM me so I know exactly who would like that.)

Also, if you couldn’t tell, I have no idea what I’m doing. So if I left someone off the tag list by accident or put it in a weird spot, I’m sorry! It’s possibly because I had to google how to make one yesterday XD But if I missed you, please tell me! I swear it wasn’t intentional. If you have any other suggestions or questions, let me know!

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October 31 1981

There’s a suspicious bump.

The minister really does not like suspicious bumps.

But working in the Ministry of Magic for as long as he has, eventually he stopped jumping at every single one. He calls that progress. His wife says he’s finally lost whatever survival instincts he used to possess.

The minister doesn’t care overly much though. Today’s a happy day! The Avatar defeated Lord Sozin! He should be drafting congratulatory letters for the poor kid. Speaking of the child, he needs to find out where they are. And also who they are. There’s an astounding lack of information on this baby.

There’s a suspicious fwoosh and two masked wizards stand before him.

The minister is a calm and collected man. So, of course, he screams.

“None of that now,” says the older man with absolutely wild grey hair. “Stop screaming, Minister. We’re not here to hurt you.”

The minister wasn’t born yesterday, and his mother has reliably informed him that he isn’t a complete imbecile. He continues screaming.

The other intruder nudges the other and sighs. “You’re scaring him.”

“No, really?” Lunatic One groans. “I didn’t notice over all the screaming. Silencio. Honestly, he supposedly went toe to toe with Sozin in the Wizengamot for years. You’d think he’d have more guts than this.”

The nicer interloper (but still Lunatic Two) sighs again. “One who knows when to retreat will live longer than those who stay to fight past their abilities.”

“No, no, nope, we are not having your little philosophical riddles today. They just make my head hurt. You’re only here to make sure I don’t get bored and decide I want to wear his spine as a necklace.”

The minister’s eyes must pop out of his skull a bit.

“Just get to the point, my friend, so we can let this nice man enjoy his evening.”

“Nice man? He’s a politician. They’re all crackpots,” necklace man says.

The minister privately wonders why his friend bothers to sigh again when he clearly isn’t surprised.

“You’re a politician, too.”

“Yes,” the crazy one replies sagely. “I’m a crackpot. It means I wear the stench of insanity with pride and can identify it elsewhere.”

“Anyway,” the same man continues, but this time clearly directed towards the minister. “Simple request. Don’t look for the Avatar. No, no, no, I see you shaking your head at me. Just don’t look for them, or I’ll be back for my new bony accessories.”

His calmer friend looks the minister in the eyes. “We will keep the Avatar safe. But if Sozin’s followers find out where the child is, they’ll be dead before their next birthday. Do you understand, Minister?”

The minister likes to think he’s good at reading the room, so he nods a bit frantically. With them taking care of the child, that’s one less thing for him to worry about. And he gets to keep his spine. He’s rather partial to it now that he thinks about it. Anyway, it’s a win for everyone.

“Excellent.”

And then the two men are gone.

Hurray for delegating responsibilities.

Today was enitrely too exciting for his delicate sensibilites. The minister pulls out the biggest bottle of Firewhiskey he owns and Floos home. Maybe he’ll get that takeout his wife likes today. She always deserves nice things, but especially today in exchange for all the blubbering he’s about to do.

oOo

“Did you really have to scare him so thoroughly, Headmaster?” Iroh asks once they’re safely back in the Headmaster’s office.

Headmaster Bumi throws his head back and laughs. “Fear is healthy! It keeps the blood pumping. The masks just added to the overall effect. And it’s not like I’d actually follow through. He just needs some character building. But at least that’s done. The kid’s with a friend of mine tonight. You’ll take the child to the orphanage tomorrow then?”

Iroh nods. “We’ll check in on him sometimes?”

“Of course,” Bumi says, looking scandalized. “What do you take me for? If he isn’t being treated well, prophecy or no prophecy, I’ll raise him myself. We don’t tolerate child abuse in this house.”

Iroh is extremely alarmed by the idea of Bumi raising any child, let alone the Avatar. But he is relieved they’re on the same page. At least now he doesn’t have to plan a kidnapping. Finally, after a long, but successful, night, Iroh leans back and enjoys his freshly brewed tea in peace.

Bumi’s chewing breaks the comfortable silence.

“Want a biscuit? They’re lemon poppy seed.”

Moderate peace then, but he thanks the Headmaster and enjoys his biscuit.

oOo

September 1, 1990

Sokka kind of assumes that he’ll be extremely bored during his first year of Hogwarts. He isn’t friends with anyone in his year yet, and Katara is a year younger.

Out of the limited number of other wizarding families he’s met, he hasn’t gotten along with many of the other kids. They were all either too dull, too old, or too annoying.

So Sokka has to admit he didn’t see this coming.

The boy in front of him is cool.

He’s already changed into pressed black Hogwarts robes with a red tie, so Sokka assumes the boy is maybe a second year Gryffindor. His black hair is neatly pulled out of his face, and there’s just a hint of the hair piece holding it up. Sokka’s busy staring at the rings on the boy’s fingers, a clear sign of an elemental magic user. But he’s too far away to figure out which element.

Sokka doesn’t really care though. People are people. It can’t hurt to ask if he can sit there.

So he screws up his courage and opens the door to the train compartment.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Sokka blinks. This boy isn’t very friendly, but he presses on.

“Everywhere else is full,” he says, lying through his teeth. “Mind if I join you?”

Five full compartments can be rounded up to all of them. Sokka’s a man of science. He would know.

The boy doesn’t answer for a beat, looking him up and down. Then he sneers. “Wolf’s tail, all that blue? You must be another Water Tribe peasant.”

Sokka can feel the blood rushing in his ears. Of all the compartments he had to walk into, it had to be a Fire Nation one.

“And you must be half troll with manners like that,” he bites out, before slamming the compartment door shut and walking away.

That was terrible. But it’s too late to go back and properly insult the other boy, so Sokka angrily walks away.

oOo

That’s all for now!

A few more things:

I’m trying to make my life easier with dates for this au, so Halloween 1981 is when Sozin tried to kill the Avatar. Aang’s birthday is just going to be so late in the year that he got bumped to the year below. So we’re going based on Sokka’s years in school, first year starting in 1990. If something I’m doing doesn’t make sense or I’m completely contraindicating something, please ask! There’s a really good chance I’ve missed something.

Also, any and all commentary or jokes made by characters about being insane and so on will not extend to actually poking fun at a character’s mental health. If they’ve got an issue that’s bothering them, that’s that. In this case, I think random people appearing in your office would scare you. And Bumi just sounds like someone who assumes everyone is as sane as he is.

Lastly, say hello to one of the few straight characters we have. The minister was just a fun OC I made up, so I don’t have any corresponding atla character in mind for him. I was going to give him a name, but it just felt better having him be this random competent leader with a badass wife.

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blu-joons · 5 years ago

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You Overhear Fans Being Rude About Him ~ Kim Namjoon

Murmurs of young girls behind you as you cleaned the coffee machine quickly captured your attention. You turned around, smiling softly at the till, waiting for them to fall silent before greeting them.

“He’s just so much better looking in real life,” you overheard one of them say, glancing across once they finally realised you were there.

You knew exactly who they were referring to, the silver haired, shy boy who often sat at the back of your coffee shop, lost in a book or two, with only a hazelnut latte to keep himself company. Of course, you knew who he was, BTS were the talk of the town, and having one of their member’s as a customer certainly attracted many people to the café.

To you, he was just another regular guy. He’d come in, first thing in the morning sometimes, and greet you with a warm smile, and a chirpy tone, enough to pick you up from the lowest of moods.

“Two cappuccinos please,” the other girl spitefully requested, snapping you out of your little daze.

Their whispers continued as you entered the order into the till, the cost popping up on the monitor, taking money from both girls to cover the cost. You hated listening to them speak so poorly of him, just like everyone else he deserved some privacy and respect.

“I reckon he’ll fancy me, maybe open up my top button, really attract his attention,” one of them suggested.

“He likes girls with their hair up, so I’m going to tie mine up into a bun.”

They made it sound like he was an object; you couldn’t believe they were so open in talking about him so rudely. Neither of them cared about who was around them or who was hearing the things they were saying, it was as if it was alright.

The two of them stepped aside whilst you made their drinks, continuing to tune into their conversation. Talk about his laugh, dancing and hair caught your attention, mocking his abilities on and off the stage.

It broke your heart listening to the way the two of them spoke about such a treasured customer, he was at the heart of the community, and so were you.

Once you were done, you took the two mugs, slamming them down, spilling a small amount of both coffees over the side. The two of them flinched, reaching out to take the mugs, only for you to refuse to let go.

“Yes, thank you.”

You tugged the mugs towards you, in turn sending the two of them closer towards you too. “A little bit of advice for the two of you, if you want to get photos and autographs from people, be careful about how you speak about them beforehand.”

Both of their eyes went wide, yanking the mug from you. They both possessed evil, vindictive smirks, but that was never going to intimidate you into backing down from what was right.

“Why don’t you just stay out of our business?”

“That man there is innocent and harmless, I know for a fact, if you go over there, he will be the sweetest soul, unassuming of all the horrific things you’ve just said- “

“-yeah, but- “

“-I’m not finished. I think the two of you need to learn some respect for others and yourselves, he deserves some privacy just like the rest of us, especially from people like you.”

Without saying another word, the two of them headed over to the table by the window. You knew exactly what they were whispering about as they walked away, continuously turning back to look at you, rolling their eyes distastefully.

You knew there was a reason he sat in the back of the café, to hide away from prying eyes and flashing cameras, you couldn’t blame him after all.

Satisfied that the two of them were out of sight, you turned back to the line of customers, blushing when you saw him stood, holding out his empty mug with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Let me guess, hazelnut latte,” you chuckled, taking the mug from him.

He nodded, pressing his hands together, sliding along the counter to the till, placing enough money for two drinks down, sliding it into the palm of your hand.

You put his drink through the till, taking the correct change for his drink, but he stopped you, handing you the additional money too. “I want you to have a drink or something on me, I don’t think you realised how long I was stood there, did you?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I heard you speak up for me, against those girls, and I really do appreciate it. I’m sick and tired of fake fans, and I think we definitely found two of them there.”

You looked to the floor, beginning to start his drink, hiding the blush you could feel growing on your cheeks. Knowing the two of them would be looking in your direction too brought a whole lot more attention to your conversation.

From the start you definitely took a liking to him, his humble nature and kind soul took you by surprise when you first met him and he introduced himself, but over time you realised how special a customer he was.

“I was just doing my job.”

“You were doing far more than just your job, you were supporting me, and you had my back and that means a lot to me. The least I can do is buy you a drink, or if you don’t want to make it yourself, maybe let me take you out for a drink sometime.”

His mug was placed, refilled, before him, along with the change from your drink. He chuckled, knowing he wasn’t going to win the battle this time around, slipping the money into his back pocket.

“That drink would be nice,” you anxiously giggled, resting your elbows against the wooden counter, resting your head in your hands. “You seem like a nice guy.”

“You must think so after the things you were saying to those girls, I’ve never listened to someone speak so highly of me.”

“You’re a superstar, I’m sure a lot of people have spoken a lot nicer about you than I have. I just work in a café, think of all the millionaire producers who’ve spoken so well of you before.”

He slid along the queue, taking a sip from his coffee, refusing to leave the counter where you stood. You were busy, but he didn’t mind, he was patient, and willing to talk to you desperately.

“Just because you work in a café doesn’t make you any less valuable, if anything, I think more highly of you. I’m still grounded, and it’s people like you who keep me on the ground.” He smiled, resting against the counter.

You nodded, taking the order of the next customer, continuing your conversation with him whilst you did your job. It was part of the job and working with people, multitasking was a definite skill of yours.

“Perhaps I could come back at closing, take you out to one of the pubs down the road, nothing too fancy, just a little something, how does that sound?”

“It sounds lovely, I’ll see you then.”

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wordsablaze · 4 years ago

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Ch.8. Beneficial Blue

Blue Buttercup Almost like buttercups, it took Jaskier a lot of time and trouble to bloom and find his place in the world, but it wasn’t all so golden… (aka: yennefer was his mother way before he was jaskier)

A/N: can’t even see canon anymore but soft yen is worth it imo :p @dauntless-hufflepuff-pride x

previous chapter

It’s three days before they need to leave the house again.

“Yenny, why are you frowning?”

Oh, and she’s taken to frowning a lot over said three days. She can’t help it, she’d felt something wrong with Lord Ambrose’s house and Julian had said the same.

“It’s nothing, Julian. Are you hungry?”

Julian shakes his head, simply curling back into her lap again as he starts playing with the fabric of her dress, which seems to be a nervous habit of his. She can’t understand how it brings him comfort but she can’t bring herself to stop him either.

(It’s somehow comforting to her too.)

A part of her hates this, hates that she can feel so… comforted… by someone so small and fragile and confusing - It’s dangerous and she doesn’t like that.

“Do we have to go back?” he asks, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Yennefer sighs, running her fingers through his hair. “We do. You can stay here if you want but I’d rather you were with me.”

He tightens his grip on her dress and makes a strange noise before replying, “Stay with you, like you said.”

(She can’t believe he still wants to stay.)

“Okay well, we’ll have to leave soon then. Are you ready?”

Julian finally sits upright and stares at her, almost amused. “Aren’t we matching again?”

Yennefer doesn’t know how to comprehend the fact that four words can mean so much to her so she just settles for nodding and watching as he grins before running off to go find his chemise.

She takes the very brief moment of solitude to inhale and exhale slowly. She’s not paranoid, of course not, but even a simple job is different now that she has someone else to be worried about.

Maybe everyone at Aretuza had been right in thinking that life should be a one-woman show and that needing other people or having other people need you is just a euphemism for having a weakness, a liability, a way for things to go wrong and-

“Yenny, I need help with the buttons!”

(Either way, it doesn’t feel right to deny Julian her help.)

“Hang on, Julian,” Yennefer sighs, kneeling down to see what he’s done.

It’s not that bad, to be fair, he just seems to be struggling with doing up his doublet again. She does it for him without questioning it, only for him to frown at her. “You can’t see the matchy jewel!”

“The what?” Yennefer blinks.

Julian pokes her shoulder. “My new jewel. You traded for it.”

Oh.

(She’s pretty sure she’d trade almost anything for him if he needed it.)

“Your necklace? Hang on…” she trails off, unfastening the top button so he can pull the necklace out and have it on display.

She doesn’t tell him that she’s reinforced it with magic so it will never fall off or get lost. The only way it will come off is if he removes it himself but he’s yet to show any signs of wanting to do so.

“Are you ready to portal now?” she asks softly.

Julian nods, but lifts his arms above his head, curling his fingers. She sighs but lifts him up with one arm, making sure he’s secure before creating a portal and stepping through it.

He makes a pained noise as they do, clinging onto her as if his life depends on it. But a few moments of her stroking his hair later, he grins widely. “Your magic is fun.”

(He always says that as if she isn’t capable of destroying the continent.)

“Let’s go find this rogue mage, okay, little one?” she asks instead, lowering him to the ground and letting him take her hand as they start walking, following the trail of uncontrolled chaos that seems to buzz in the air.

It’s not long before they reach what looks like a small hut. “I wish these idiots had better decoration skills,” Yennefer mutters.

“Yours is way nicer,” Julian agrees, and she’s abruptly reminded that she might need to be careful what she says if there’s someone else with her. It really wouldn’t do to have Julian call unhinged mages idiots, now, would it?

“Who are you?” someone asks sharply, drawing their attention to the man standing at the doorway.

Julian gasps and steps behind her, his free hand clutching at her dress once again.

(It’s oddly satisfying.)

“Yennefer of Vengerberg, here to determine whether or not you’re actually Lord Ambrose’s problem.”

“Leave now and I won’t be forced to fight you,” he replies, all but growling at them.

Yennefer rolls her eyes. “You wouldn’t last five minutes but do go on wasting your breath if it pleases you.”

The other mage lowers his hands and looks over them both, shaking his head. “I’m not the problem here and I have no intention of orphaning the boy. Haven’t you been to his manor yet?”

She’s not sure what he means because there’s no way someone with such appalling aesthetic sense could defeat her and there’s no way he could know who Julian’s parents are, but she chalks it down to him being somewhat crazed.

“What about his manor?”

(She doesn’t like the idea of having missed something.)

Julian steps out from behind her and squeezes her hand. “It was bad energy, like you said.”

The other mage looks at Julian in shock and Yennefer is immediately hit with the urge to remove his eyes for daring to do so. But before she can say anything, he nods at Julian. “Yes, exactly. There’s another mage staying with him and poisoning this town.”

Yennefer shakes her head. “That’s a heavy accusation to make for someone surrounded by chaos. Where’s your proof?”

“You weren’t following my trail, Yennefer of Vengerberg, you were following the residue of his magic on me,” the other mage says, stepping inside his hut with the nerve to assume she’s going to follow.

She immediately has every intention to set the place ablaze but Julian tugs on her hand so she decides to let the mage live for a little longer. Just until she knows what’s happening anyway.

(If Lord Ambrose is playing her, he’s not getting away with it.)

“What’s your name?” Julian asks the mage.

“Marcio, and you?” the mage, apparently called Marcio, replies.

Julian glances up at Yennefer before replying, which warms her heart just a little. When she nods, he turns back to Marcio and grins. “I’m Julian.”

“Where are you from, Julian?” Marcio asks as he searches a very disorganised desk.

Yennefer squeezes Julian’s hand as he shuffles uncomfortably and clears her throat. “He’s with me. Now, are you going to make a fool of yourself for much longer?”

Marcio sighs. “I made a note of every time someone went missing. And each time, there was a witcher in town to slay a monster exactly a week later.”

At that, Yennefer’s curiosity piques. Along with confusion and the slightest of awe, because if what Marcio is implying is actually happening, there’s a darker shade of magic involved that really shouldn’t even be possible.

(But it also shouldn’t be possible for anyone to desire being with her as long as Julian has and yet here they are.)

“What kind of monster? Big scary ones with lots of teeth?” Julian asks, his eyes wide.

Yennefer blinks, almost having forgotten that he’s a child and had never seen a bestiary of any sort.

Shifting uncertainty, Marcio nods. “Sometimes. It’s rarely the same one twice.”

“Are you going to fight them, Yenny?” Julian looks back up to her, no doubt in his eyes that she can do such a thing. Gods is it empowering to see the faith, however misplaced, that he has in her and her abilities.

She nods at him. “Of course. But first I think we need to figure out where they’re coming from, monsters don’t usually have a rota.”

(Not even the ones inside her head.)

Marcio chuckles. “They’re coming from Ambrose’s manor. I haven’t been able to get closer than a mile or so.”

Yennefer raises an eyebrow. “We were inside just a few days ago.”

“The mage knows of me and my attempts to stop him but you weren’t a threat to him-” he holds his hands up, fingers splayed, as Yennefer narrows her eyes- “only because you didn’t know what I know about him.”

“You’re lying,” Julian blurts.

Yennefer resists the urge to look at him and instead watches Marcio glance at him nervously, his teeth briefly worrying his lip before he laughs. “Why would I lie to you?”

(She’s so tired of everyone lying to her.)

She shifts her gaze to the room they’re in, searching for anything to verify his version of the truth. Amongst all the chaos and clutter, there’s nothing to suggest he’s making things up, except for…

“Is that him?” she asks, nodding her head to a scribbled drawing that’d clearly been discarded in anger. One of the men in the drawing is clearly Marcio but the other she doesn’t recognise.

Marcio follows her gaze and pales just enough to confirm her suspicion. “You were working together on whatever it is happening in this town, weren’t you?”

Julian steps behind her once again as Marcio’s smile curls into a grimace, both of his tiny hands now clasped around hers as he goes quiet, clearly waiting for her to do something, seeking her protection.

(How dare Marcio even talk to Julian through his lying teeth.)

“It wasn’t my fault! It wasn’t meant to be like this, it was just-”

“Toying with chaos that you couldn’t begin to understand?” Yennefer interjects, clenching her jaw. “Mages like you don’t deserve magic.”

Marcio steps back at the venom in he words, as he should, but he doesn’t give up, shaking his head slowly. “I wasn’t lying before, I swear it. He really is responsible for the disappearances and I need your help.”

“Yenny doesn’t need yours,” Julian says quietly.

(It takes all her willpower not to smile at that.)

Not that Marcio would have noticed because he’s too busy looking startled. “Please, there are innocent people in this town.”

Any other day, Yenenfer would have rolled her eyes, told him that there are so-called innocent people everywhere, and left him to clear up his own mess. But any other day, she wouldn’t still be internally smiling at the trust a small child has placed in her.

She sighs. “I couldn’t care less about your pathetic partnership and its failure. I will do what I came here to do and if you even think about interfering, I will see you as part of the problem. Do you understand?”

“He does,” Julian replies for him, grinning.

Marcio stays silent as Yennefer sends him a biting glare and leads Julian out of the hut, back towards the manor. He remains silent as they leave, for which she’s grateful as she’d rather not expose Julian to the sight of a dead mage just yet.

(He deserves better than her violence.)

“How did you know he was lying?” she asks Julian.

He just shrugs. “I don’t know. His words weren’t right, that’s what always happens when people lie.”

Yennefer can’t figure out what that means but she doesn’t push him to explain because she doesn’t want to know who else had lied to him. Well, that’s a lie, she does want to know, but she doesn’t want to upset him by asking.

And anyway, he’s one of very few people who have actually managed to help her so she doesn’t mind giving him the benefit of the doubt. She just nods at him. “Let’s go fix this mage problem, okay?”

Julian nods back eagerly. “And then can we have jam again?”

This time she can’t help smiling, she really can't. So she lets herself do so and nods. “Of course, little one. We can have all the jam you like.”

“Thank you!” Julian beams as if she’d just promised him the moon and stars.

(She would promise him those as well in a heartbeat.)

As the two of them continue walking, she makes a mental note to somehow acquire more jam on their way back.

one day i’ll crosspost to tumblr with no delay, but yesterday was not that day...

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justcallmenikki7 · 6 years ago

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BTS Reaction To: You Standing Up For Yourself (Mafia!Au)

Summary: you don’t put up with shit from people who disrespect you.

Warnings: language, sexist discriminatory comments, asshole people, a funny Taehyung, NCT, and proud boyfriends.

Notes: I needed to get something posted because I’ve been lacking really badly. School, track, my job, and finals coming up next week is overtaking my life so I have had barely any time to actually sit down and write and update, so I just got only Jin’s, Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s part up. Once schools out I’ll be updating more.

Request: Anon said - bts mafia reaction to their s/o having a strong personality and knowing how to protect themselves.

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You’re dating the most powerful Mafia boss in Asia, half of Europe and a small part of the United States. Everyone respected you because you’re smart, intelligent, and are able to take care of yourself. You’re known to be passionate and will defend for what you believe in.

But sometimes, you do have people who are rude and cruel to you, but that does not stop you.

Jin, Yoongi, and Namjoon

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Jin:

You were sat with your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, at his desk going over a blueprint of a building that one of your rivals are stationed in. You both were going over strategies on how to attack, where to place certain members, who will come in on each side, and where every camera is.

The sound of Jin’s office door opening was what had the both of you looking up from the blueprint. Taehyung and Hoseok entered with two slightly new members of Jin’s gang. The men bowed to both you and Jin, except one in particular.

This caught Jin’s attention right away.

His friend next to him nudged him, giving a confused expression along with a slightly panicked one, mouthing ‘dude.’

“What?” His friend answered rudely, “I’m not going to bow down to a woman, she doesn’t deserve my respect.”

The comment struck a cord within you that you never knew that you had. Standing up abruptly, you pulled out your gun, cocking it before pointing it right at his feet. Firing right in front of his foot, the scared yelp sent a wave of satisfaction through you. Moving around the desk, you slowly made your way to the man, giving both Taehyung and Hoseok a nod, telling them that you got it. The two moved back a few feet along with the other, but staying near just in case the man decided to do anything.

You twirled the gun around your finger, a crazed smile on your lips. “So, just because I’m a woman, you cannot bow down to me?” You asked, pouting slightly.

He straightened up, trying to put on a cool facade, “Yes, this is a job only for men, not women. You females will only get in the way because you’re just weak Little damsels in distresses.” He sneered at you.

Your eye twitched.

Before he could even blink, you lifted your foot, kicking him where the sun doesn’t shine. While he was bent over, you grabbed his face and lifted your knee before bringing his face to your knee, earning a cry of pain from him. As you were going to do more, you felt the familiar touch of your boyfriend.

Looking up, you were met with his loving gaze that held anger but you knew it wasn’t at you - it was for the man. “Love, please calm down.” Your boyfriend said in the soothing voice he only gave to you. “Don’t let him win by getting to you.”

“He deserves to die! He deserves-“

“-I know, and he does. But right now we stay in the right mind to finish going over the plan for tomorrow’s invasion. We cannot be distracted and mess up on this. After we are done, you can go down to the cells where he’ll be and give him everything that he deserves. As of now, you need to be in the right state of mind to hack into the system and give Jimin the cue.” Jin explained softly, calming you down by caressing your cheek and running his fingers through your hair.

Nodding your head, you allowed Jin to take the gun out of your hand. You were only focused on him, not paying attention to anything else around you. Usually you were the one calming down your boyfriend, but sometimes you have your moments.

Yoongi:

You were introverted like your boyfriend. Always keeping to yourself, quiet, and lazy also. You guess that’s why you both fit so well together. Although you were a lot nicer than him, you still had your moments where you could be mean if you wanted too - that was rare though since you hated confrontation and being mean.

But sometimes, you had to take on those confrontations.

You were with your boyfriend and a few of his close members (Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin) at a shipment. You usually don’t go to these things because you hate coming face to face with nasty people. Plus, you’d rather stay in bed watching Law&Order while eating takeout. But this time your boyfriend wanted you to come with him for some ‘moral support’ in his words.

Standing next to him, you listened to your boyfriend and the man who is exchanging whatever it is that his exchanging talk. You looked around, trying to pick out anything that was odd or unusual that Jungkook and Jimin aren’t seeing. As your eyes wandered back to the man who was talking to your boyfriend, you didn’t miss the man behind him glaring at you. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you have him a confused look back.

“Yo, Yoongi, who’s she?” He called out to your boyfriend, interrupting his and the mans conversation.

“I’m Y/N,” you waved awkwardly, “Yoongis girlfriend.” For some reason this made the guy laugh.

You saw your boyfriends jaw tick, indicating that he’s pissed at the disrespect that you’re getting. “And why is that funny?” Your boyfriend question, coming up and standing in front of you to shield you from the still laughing guy.

“Because it’s funny how the most sadistic Mafia leader is dating a goody to shoes like her. I’m sorry man, but you deserve a woman and not a girl. She’ll just hold you back by her whining, annoying, weak, unqualified-“

Before he could finish, he was met with your fist. No one, not even your boyfriend, saw you move from how fast you were. Right now, all you could see is read. You couldn’t control the rage that you felt as you punched, kicked, and slapped the guy who degraded you.

“Weak?” You chuckled angrily, “look at you. You’re nothing but scum who can’t even defend their self against a ‘girl.’” You growled, punching him again, getting satisfaction from the blood that spewing from his mouth and nose. As you were pulling your arm back to land another punch on his face, you felt a hand wrap around your fist, causing you to look back to be met with your boyfriend.

His face automatically made you relax, a small smirk appearing at his face from feeling your tense body now relax all because of him. The pissed off look that was on his face was still present, but the soft, comforting look in his eyes was only evident to you. Your breathing was heavy and you had no doubt that you look like a crazed woman from your hair being all over the place and the sweat on your forehead.

“Kitten, take a deep breath.” Your boyfriend instructed sternly. Doing as he said, you breathed in deep before releasing the air, feeling slightly better. “Good girl.” He praised, making you smile in glee from his small praise. “Now, I know what he said pissed you off, but I need you to calm down so you don’t kill the man.” You were going to protest before Yoongi cut you off. “You’ll be able to finish where you left off once he gets back to consciousness.” Your boyfriend smirked, silently telling you that you could take him to the dungeons and use the special tools that he has that are made for torture.

“Wait, consciousness?” You asked confusedly before turning around to find an unconscious, beaten to the pulp man laying on the ground with blood spewing from their mouth and nose. “Oh... oops?”

The laugh that came from your boyfriend had you blushing, “That’s my girl.”

Namjoon:

You and your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, are nerds. You both have the passion for reading, discovering new theories on why the world came to be, and anything that has to deal with school. Now, that may sound weird because why would a human being love school? Both of your answers would be, to learn new things. To know why something is the way that it is. To know why you have to go through all of these obstacles to get from A to B.

It’s nerdy, and that’s how you and Namjoon clicked.

Your close friends always make fun of you and Namjoon by calling you ‘nerds’ or ‘Einstein 1 and 2’. You both love it.

But not everyone thinks the same thing. You see, Namjoon is one of the smartest and intelligent Mafia leaders. You, being his girlfriend, get a lot of hate and discrimination because of a lot of the other mafia leaders think that this job is only made for guys and women do not know how to run a gang.

Of course, you laugh at this because you know for a fact that you’re smarter than them. Especially by being one of the 12 people to score perfectly on the CSAT (College Scholastic Ability Test). Plus, you’re skilled with being able to take someone out physically if needed to be. You’re confident in yourself, you don’t allow people to push you over the edge or get under your skin, but you also have your breaking points like every human does.

Today would be an example.

You were at a meeting with your boyfriend and his gang that involved teaming up with an ally, NCT, to take down a gang that is causing chaos for both your boyfriends gang and NCT’s gang.

You sat quietly beside your boyfriend, allowing him to discus matters with the gang leader, Taeyong. You were fond of him and his gang because they were pleasant to be around and they also like peace and not war. Plus, they reminded you slightly of your boyfriends gang. You talked with Yuta and he mentioned that they just got a new member, Do-Hun. You could point him out by how loud and cocky he was, something that the members of NCT that you knew were not.

Your boyfriend and Taeyong called break, thankfully, making you sigh in relief since you needed to pee. As you made your way to the bathroom, you ran into Do-Hun.

“Excuse me,” you politely said, stepping aside so he could pass by.

“Are you Namjoons bitch?” Do-Hun asked, taking you aback by the vulgar name he referred you to as.

“Pardon?” You asked surprised.

“Are you Namjoons bitch? Because he doesn’t deserve you, you’ll just hold him back from his ability of being as powerful as he could ever be. You women are nothing but people us men come home to to find the house clean, food on the table, and for the bed to be warm at night and to protect since you can’t defend theirselves. Women are not supposed to be the leaders, you’re the followers.”

At that, you punched him in the mouth. Before he could retaliate, you kicked behind his knee to get him to the ground and then brought his face to your knee. The loud groan he gave had your boyfriend and his gang, with their guns drawn, and Taeyongs gang and their guns drawn too, into the hall where you and Do-Hun were. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you pulled it back to where he was staring up at you.

“Y/N-“

You turned to look at Namjoon, putting up your hand as a way of saying ‘I got this’. Looking back at the excuse of a man, you smirked. “Who’s above you now?” You questioned innocently, “me. You see, men like you don’t deserve to live, or even be apart of a gang that’s as great as they are. You only bring them back by being disrespectful, pieces of sexist cocky shit, who think they’re better than everyone. You’re weak, you let a woman kick your sorry weak ass. We can’t protect ourselves? I could kill you right now with ease, but you know what? That would be a waste of my time and I don’t like wasting my time on pieces of shit as you.” You pouted before punching him in the jaw where it knocks him out.

Standing up, you straightened out your clothes before turning around to be met with your proud boyfriend and a shock Taeyong.

“See,” Taehyung stated, “this is why noona is awesome.”

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too-many-kpop-hubands · 5 years ago

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30 Day Fandom Challenge

Welcome to day three! I will continue to tag you @domsberto because you asked me to. I also nominated @jimonsprettyface last go around so I'm doing it again.

This next fandom is also close to my heart and has been one of my biggest fandoms so far (besides Teen Wolf and Shadowhunters/TMI)

So without further adieu....

Day Three- The Vampire Diaries

[NEXT UP: THE ORIGINALS since I love different things about both series.]

1) Favorite Character: Tied Alaric Saltzman & Jeremy Gilbert

Reason: Alaric is an all around good person for someone who is so broken and flawed. He is a badass and does everything he can for the people he cares about. He has gone through so much in his life but always manages to persevere no matter how many times life tries to take him out (literally on several counts). He can be selfless and brave even in the face of great evil. He has his flaws. He drinks too much, he encourages bad behavior, he considers himself a lost cause but all that makes him that much more interesting.

As for Jeremy, I will always have a soft spot for Jeremy Gilbert. He lost so much at such a young age, bringing him into the world of the supernatural. He was a badass who not only had the ability to communicate with the dead, a consequence of being resurrected by Bonnie after he was shot and killed by Liz Forbes, but he became a badass hunter who took out one of the most unpredictable Originals (Kol). He was funny, talented, romantic, loving, loyal to a fault, protective of those he cared about and an adorable dork. I adore Jeremy Gilbert.

2) Most Relatable Character: Matt Donovan

Reason: Out of all the characters Matt is the most "normal". He is keen on staying human despite having his run ins with the supernatural world. He is cool with just blending in and not standing out. He is fiercely loyal to those he cares about, he's headstrong, protective and down to earth. Your typical boy next door. These qualities make it very hard for other characters not to like him, and he has captured the hearts of several females throughout the series. However, as the years have passed and he's lost more friends, Matt has become colder and even ruthless to a degree. I can understand all of this. Not wanting to stand out, doing everything you can to protect the people you care about, losing friends and turning cold and ruthless because of a need to not lose more. Of all the characters he is the most relatable.

3) Most Underrated Character: Bonnie Bennett

Reason: Yes, I know there are quite a few Bonnie stans in the fandom but I still feel like this beautiful and powerful witch is underrated in terms of the show as a whole. She does so much for everyone, even to the point of exerting her powers until she is almost dead (or until she does die in one case), and gets very little recognition for it from the people she almost died/did die saving. She is selfless in putting herself in these positions and not expecting a thank you but damn it she deserves all the thank yous for saving everyone's ass time and time again. She doesn't have to do the things she does but she does them anyway because she is fiercely loyal and cares deeply for the people she saves. She is beautiful, powerful, loving, caring, snarky and an all around badass. I stan Bonnie so much.

4 & 5) Most Overrated Character & Least Favorite Character: Elena Gilbert

Reason: I chose Elena for both because let's face it, she is probably one of the worst characters in the series. Elena claims to be so compassionate and caring but she can be an annoying dimwit most of the time. She puts herself in situations that make everyone else in the series risk their lives to save her. Her martyr complex is both stupid and annoying. She acts as if she can take the entire world down by herself when most of the time she only makes things worse for everyone else. She has hurt almost everyone in the series at least once either physically or emotionally and for someone people claim is so "compassionate" she acts as if she could care less about the people she hurts unless there's something in it for her. She claims she is nothing like her ancestor Katherine Pierce but she is almost identical at times only slightly nicer. She toys with people just like she does and claims she "doesn't mean to", like Stefan, Damon, Matt and they doctor she dated and threw away whose name escapes me now. Plus she is just boring when she isn't getting herself or others in trouble. Some main character, Katherine is more interesting. Don't come at me Elena stans, this is my opinion.

6) Favorite Canon Pairing: Bonnie Bennett & Jeremy Gilbert [Close Call Honorable Mention- Bonnie Bennett & Enzo St John]

Reason: This was a close one to call because I adore both ships so much but I have a soft spot for Jeremy and his relationship with Bonnie. They had an adorable relationship, always bringing out the best in each other (after the whole kissing Anna's ghost fiasco early on) They loved each other fiercely and did everything they could to look after each other, especially when Bonnie brought him back to life the first time and sacrificed herself to bring him back from the Other Side. I was upset when they ended their relationship for good though I was happy for a while to see Bonnie and Enzo until they sadly ended as well. I swear my girl couldn't catch a break when it came to love.

7) Favorite Non-Canon Pairing: Klaroline (Klaus Mikaelson & Caroline Forbes) [Close Call Honorable Mention: Dalaric (Damon Salvatore & Alaric Saltzman)]

Reason: Ok I adore Dalaric, I am a Dalaric shipper to my very core because I have a soft spot for two hot men together. But in terms of my favorite pairing, relationship wise, I would probably have to say Klaroline.

I say Non-Canon for Klaroline because they never officially got together.

When we first see Klaus is a ruthless asshole with no regard for humanity or other people if they interfered with his agenda. Enter Caroline, who was usually used as bait, and she flipped his world upside down. The big bad hybrid went love sick for a pretty blonde. She brought out the side of him he had buried over the years under all the hurt, anger and loneliness. She played hard to get and they never officially got together other than an impromptu hook up in the woods but you could tell they really loved each other. That's why I consider this a non-canon pairing because they were never officially together.

8) Least Favorite Pairing: Elena and Anyone

Reason: I can't stand Elena, enough said.

9) Favorite Part/Moment: Bonnie lifts the Veil

Reason: Bonnie lifting the veil not only brought back Jeremy for good but also brought upon some touching scenes with a few of my favorite characters who had passed on, including Alaric and Lexi. Though she sacrificed herself to being Jeremy back and close the veil to the other side it was a beautiful moment.

10) Least Favorite Part/Moment: Tied- Alaric's final death & Elena turning her humanity off

Reason: Alaric died many times throughout the series and was brought back with the help of a magic ring but when Esther Mikaelson turned him into an Original Vampire and he became linked to Elena, her death lead to his death and it was a very emotional scene that made me sob my eyeballs out. The scene that followed later with Damon at his grave also made me sob.

Elena turning her Humanity off was one of the worst moments for me for several reasons. While I hate Elena, I felt for her in that moment. Jeremy had just been killed by Katherine, she had already lost her entire family including Alaric and it lead to one of the most dramatic and emotional scenes of the series before Damon forced her to turn off her emotions. I cried.

And there you have it folks! My take on The Vampire Diaries

#fandom challenge

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eddiesasspbrak · 5 years ago

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Forever and Always Ch. 8

Eddie is the only one of his friends to stay behind in Derry after high school, causing him to lose touch with some of them. Now 24, Eddie has heard rumors that his now famous, former best friend (aka love of his life) may be coming back to town. That won’t be too awkward, right?

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Eddie had to work most of the day on Thursday though he was granted the ability to sleep in a bit. He’d stayed out later with Richie than he’d intended, not wanting to leave his side. They went to a nicer restaurant where Eddie felt underdressed, but Richie wasn’t dressed very differently. He had on a leather jacket that put ideas into Eddie’s head that sent color to his cheeks and made him squirm in his seat. He always knew that Richie could send him spiraling until he was practically drooling, but he forgot just how easily it came. Especially now that he was his and he knew how he tasted, how he felt beneath his fingertips.

They were flirty over dinner, fed each other bites of food over the table and didn’t care who saw them. It was refreshing not having to be careful. Not worrying about who saw them doing what. They could hold hands and kiss without even thinking twice. It still made Eddie nervous, but he couldn’t help that. A lifetime of small-town hicks telling him that men who like other men are disgusting and shameful. Fearing his true self being discovered and being punished for it. If things were different, maybe he would have told Richie sooner and they wouldn’t have wasted all this time.

“This is what it could be like in New York.” Richie said, after feeding Eddie’s bite of his chocolate cake. “Not to pressure you, just want to give you an idea of what to expect.”

“You’re not pressuring me. Like I said, I’ve already made my decision...I just need to figure out how to set it in motion.”

“I know you’re scared, Eds, but I’m here for you this time.”

“I know.” They reached across the table and held tight onto each other’s hands. “Before I do anything, I’ll talk to you about it. Part of really does want to just disappear into the night and never look back.”

After dinner, Richie parked the car in a clearing off the side of the road and they made out like teenagers, Eddie in Richie’s lap in the backseat. Eddie had been too scared of getting caught to do much, but Richie’s hands had found their way under his shirt, hot against this skin touching everywhere they could reach. The memory sent a shiver down Eddie’s spine as he tried to focus on ringing up a block of cheese. Thinking of spices didn’t work as well as it had before, and he hadn’t yet come up with a new strategy.

Gerard wondered in for his shift looking exhausted and not wanting to be there and made his way back to the break room to drop off his stuff and retrieve his apron. Throughout his shift, Eddie found himself checking the clock. He wanted the day to be over. His mom had been waiting up for him when he returned the night before and demanded that he explain himself. Not wanting to tell her just yet, he lied again, saying that Gerard’s grandmother had insisted he eat before he leave.

Eddie had to promise to be home all night in order for her to leave him alone. He’d already told Richie, who was bummed but understood. He said he might swing by the store if he could get away. Richie needed to spend some time with his dad as well since he’d been in the hospital for most of his visit. He had pressure on him to hurry back to New York, but he wanted to be sure that his dad was ok, and his mom could handle everything. Eddie knew that he would be going with him soon, but not being able to see him was painful. They’d spent so much time apart, so much time not knowing how the other felt, that he wanted to be with Richie as often as he could.

Gerard came out to rejoin Eddie, who was close to the end of his shift. He was less than thrilled as he took his place behind the counter, opening the other register to help dwindle the line faster. He didn’t speak aside from giving them their totals and answering questions, and when he did speak his voice was listless. There was obviously something wrong and Eddie worked just a bit faster so he could find out what it was. When all the customers were taken care of, Eddie turned to him in time to see him lay his head down on the counter.

“You ok?” Eddie asked, moving to stand beside him.

“Define ok.” Gerard sighed, turning his head to look at Eddie. “It’s been a long day. There’s this guy at school who I’m into and I’ve been talking to him online. He knew I was a guy, knew who I was, and he flirted with me anyway and we’ve hooked up a few times now, so I thought things were cool. Today I said hi to him in the hallway and he called me a fag and punched me in the gut.”

“Shit. What an asshole.” Eddie wrapped an arm around him, rubbing his arm. “Screw that guy. If that’s how he treats you then he’s not worth your time.”

“But he’s so sweet to me when we’re in private.” Gerard whined, putting his head down on Eddie’s shoulder.

“Derry is a terrible place where people like us can’t be honest about who we are. I’m sure he’s scared of being found out but that doesn’t make it ok. He could have handled it differently. You deserve better.”

“I know but he’s so hooooooot. And he’s so ripped and god his cock is-.”

“Gerard, please, we’re at work.”

“Fine, fine. Let’s just say…” Gerard held up his arm and ran his other hand from his wrist to his elbow.

“Jesus.” Eddie laughed, dragging a hand down his face.

“Now you know why I’m so distraught.”

“Yes, what a loss.”

Eddie wrapped his other arm around Gerard, as his arms encircled Eddie’s middle, hiding his face against his shoulder. It was while they were hugging this way that Richie made his appearance, entering the store with a big smile on his face. Eddie looked at him and smiled, his heart skipping a beat. No matter how many times he saw his face, he’d forever fall for him all over again. He wondered if everyone felt this way when they were in love.

“What do we have here? Making a move on my man?” Richie asked, approaching the counter.

“He’s having a bad day.” Eddie explained. “Boy troubles.”

“Ah, anyone I can beat up?”

“Flattering, but no.” Gerard sighed. “I love him.”

“You don’t love him; you love his body.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Is there a difference?”

“Yes!”

Richie laughed. “Are you saying you don’t just want me for body, Eds?”

“Well it sure isn’t your sense of humor that keeps me around.”

“You wound me.”

Gerard pulled out of Eddie’s arms. “You guys are not helping my wallowing.”

“Sorry.” Eddie winced. “Anything we can do for you?”

“No, I’m ok. I just need to find a new hot jock with a huge dick.” He sighed, leaving the counter and grabbing the broom.

Richie looked to Eddie and raised his eyebrows. “Can see why he’s upset.”

“Yea well, I think it’s more the betrayal than anything else. The guy called him a name and hit him. He’ll probably come crawling back begging for forgiveness. I just hope Gerard has the strength to tell him no.”

“He’s young so he’s bound to make mistakes.”

“Maybe, but he’s become like a little brother to me. I don’t want to see him hurt.” Eddie looked up at the clock on the wall again. “My shift is ending. Want to walk me most of the way home?”

“Of course.”

Eddie removed his apron and headed back to the break room where he put it on its hook and grabbed his bag. He and Richie used to walk home from school together every day. Sometimes a few of the other Losers were with them, but on occasion it was just them. Eddie laughing at some story Richie would make up just to bring a smile to his face. Those memories had gotten him through the last six years, but they always hurt. Now he could move past that, revel in the way they made him feel. The memories now brought a smile to his face. When he came back out from the breakroom, he found his mother standing there with Richie and his smile fell away.

“Mom...what are you…?”

“I wanted to make sure you weren’t going to abandon me again today, so I came to pick you up.”

“I’m not going to...I would have…” Eddie sighed, feeling like he’d been kicked in the shin. “You don’t need to pick me up. I’m an adult.”

“Well then you better start acting like one.” She turned her sneer to Richie, looking him up and down. “I thought you weren’t in contact with the Tozier boy.”

“He’s not.” Richie spoke up. “I just came by to do some shopping.”

She looked away from him with a “hmmph” and turned back to Eddie. “Come on, Eddiebear, let’s go.”

Eddie shot Richie apologetic eyes as he walked by, following his mom out the front door. He’d text him later and apologize properly. He was so embarrassed by it. Sure, it wasn’t anything new for Richie to witness but he was grown now. He shouldn’t let his mother push him around like that anymore without standing up for himself. He felt like a child again as he buckled his seat belt, being dragged away from his friends by his mom. He hated it. He hated her.

Later that evening, Eddie was in bed staring at the ceiling and trying to calm himself. He’d argued with his mom. They argued often and usually Eddie could just walk away but he felt trapped by a promise to stay in. So instead, he stayed, and he yelled, and she yelled right back until they were both exhausted. It was all so stupid anyway, the way she still clung to him with any bit of control she could grasp. Lying to her just made him feel like she was winning in some way. The argument started over their meal because she’d been mad that Richie was at the store and accused him of trying to get out of dinner with her again.

“He was a customer! I have to serve any customer who comes into the store!” He shouted over the dinner table.

“Then why was he just standing there?” She asked.

“Because I was getting ready to leave and he was waiting for Gerard!”

“Don’t lie to me Edward.”

“I’m not!” He was.

“When you were young you always lied to me about spending time with that boy! I know you were with him all those times you said you were at the library!”

“He was my friend!”

“And then he left with all those other hoodlums! Left you behind! It’s high time you realize that all you have in this world is me.”

Eddie balled his hands into fists and pressed them against his eyes, fuming at her words still bouncing around his head. She wasn’t all he had. He had Gerard. He had Bev, Bill, Mike, Ben, and Stan. He had Richie. They didn’t leave him; he made the choice to stay. Because of her. He dropped his hands to his side, wondering if she’d wake up if he tried to leave the house. He needed to be far away from her. Needed to see Richie.

As if hearing his silent calls into the night, a tap sounded at his window across the room. Startled, he sat up and looked. There were no trees outside his window. His room faced the back of the house where the back-porch roof sat below his window. It was dark in his room, dark outside, and he could barely see but there was definitely someone there. Knowing instantly who it was, he rushed to the window and unlocked it, sliding it open.

Richie’s smiling face greeted him as he stumbled over the ledge and into his room like a clumsy Romeo with long limbs.

“That was way easier when we were younger.” He whispered, righting himself and dusting off his shirt.

When they were kids, Richie had discovered that he could easily climb up the side of the porch and use the roof to get into Eddie’s window. Since he wasn’t allowed over past sundown, he used to sneak in through his window and they’d whisper and laugh in the dark. Those long nights breaking the rules were part of the reason Eddie fell in love with him. They’d sit behind his bed, a sheet over their heads and a flashlight between them reading the comics Eddie’s mom didn’t allow him to have. Every time the house would creak, they’d shut off the light and fall silent, erupting into giggles when they realized it wasn’t his mother.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, shutting the window to keep the cold air out.

“I wanted to make sure you were ok. You didn’t look very happy when you left with your mom earlier.”

“Yea well...it only got worse when we got home.”

Eddie took a step forward, wrapping his arms around Richie’s middle and pressing his cheek to his chest. Richie’s arm came down around him, holding him close and rubbing circles between his shoulder blades. This was what he needed, that instant comfort that came from being with Richie. All of his anger melted away and instead he focused on the feel of his arms around his back, his fingertips massaging over tense muscles.

“Come on.” Richie kissed the top of his head. “Let’s go lie down.”

Eddie nodded against his chest before allowing himself to be pulled toward the bed. Richie threw back the covers and crawled in, pulling Eddie down against his chest. He smelled like cinnamon, spicy and sweet. It filled Eddie with the same sense of security that Richie always brought as a kid. That feeling that nothing bad could happen to him. It was something he truly believed but had forgotten that day Richie left. Now he was certain, as long as he was with Richie everything would always be ok.

Looking up, he stared into Richie’s eyes, feeling a wave of warmth overtake him. “I love you, Rich. I’m going with you, you know? To New York.”

“I know. I love you too.”

Richie bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips, sweet and slow, slotting together like they were made for one another. A thrill went through Eddie at having Richie in his bed, kissing him without his mother knowing. Just being with Richie filled him with want but he was aching for contact. Now he felt like he was breaking the rules and that excited him more than he was willing to admit. Wrapping his arms around Richie’s neck, he tangled his fingers in his curls and licked his way into Richie’s mouth. Richie reciprocated with a low moan, tasting the sweetness of Eddie’s mouth.

Pushing back on Richie’s shoulder, Eddie climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Wanting to feel Richie’s hand on him already, he lifted his shirt over his head and deposited it on the floor. Richie’s hands held his hips, pressing into them as the sight of Eddie’s bare skin. He licked his lips as if he was a hungry wolf, ready to devour the meal before him.

“You know I didn’t come here for this, right?” Richie asked, trailing his fingers up Eddie’s side, making him shiver.

“I know. I don’t care. I want to touch you.” Eddie’s voice was breathy and as he pulled at the hem of Richie’s shirt, urging him to take it off. He sat up, allowing Eddie to pull it up over his head, throwing it aside with his own.

Eddie bent down again, capturing Richie’s mouth in a kiss lustful enough to make his toes curl against the mattress. Richie didn’t know this Eddie who took charge and sucked his tongue into his mouth like it was candy, but he liked it. The way he ground his hips down against Richie’s had him seeing stars across his vision. Richie pressed into his hips hard enough to bruise, dragging him down against him with each swirl of his hips. Eddie moaned into the kiss, his hands on Richie’s chest.

Richie pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses down his jawline and licking over the marks he left there that were already fading and sucking new ones across his chest where they wouldn’t be seen by anyone but him. Eddie gasped when Richie’s tongue licked over his nipple, his hips bucking forward against his lap. With the way he was moving, the bed was beginning to creak and their efforts to stay quiet would be for nothing. Knowing this, Richie wrapped his big hand around Eddie’s small thigh, his other hand on his back, and flipped him over until his back hit the soft mattress.

Using this new position to his advantage, Richie made quick work of Eddie’s pajama pants and boxers, sliding them down past his ankles and dropping them on the floor. Eddie had never been completely naked in front of Richie before. Sure, as kids they had gone swimming in the quarry in nothing but underwear but that wasn’t the same. For one, the other Losers were always with them. Now they were alone, just the two of them. Richie took a minute to drink him in, his eyes traveling from his face to his knees and back up again. Eddie’s entire body was flushed pink and he fought the urge to cover himself from Richie’s hungry eyes.

He didn’t stop to take in Eddie’s embarrassment, he just dipped his head low, pressing a kiss to his hip bone. Eddie shivered as he kissed a trail down from his hip until he was hovering just above his dick. Richie licked a strip from his base to his head with the flat of his tongue, dragging a shocked whine from Eddie’s throat. He’d done this before, had his dick in another man’s mouth, but it being Richie hit him with new waves of pleasure he wasn’t familiar with.

Eddie’s hand clamped down over his mouth as Richie took him in one hand and hungrily took as much as he could into his mouth. His attempt to stay quiet were failing with Richie sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks and battering his head with his tongue whenever he pulled up.

A knock at the door startled both, causing them to flinch. Eddie had installed a lock on his door so there was no way for her to enter, but she wouldn’t go away easily. He thought maybe if he ignored her, pretended to be asleep, she would leave. He didn’t want to talk to her while he was laying there naked with his cock in his boyfriend’s mouth.

“Eddiebear!” She called through the door. “We need to talk.”

Eddie tried to stay quiet, but Richie was refusing to stop his movements and a grunt made its way out of his throat. She took this as a response and kept talking.

“I know you’re upset, but you need to understand that I just want what is best for you. No one else will have your wellbeing as their top priority as I do. You understand that, don’t you?”

Eddie gently tapped the side of Richie’s head to silently ask him to stop but all Richie did was look up at him from over the top of his glasses, showing no signs of slowing. Gripping the sheet beside him with one hand and Richie’s hair with the other, he tried to steady his breathing.

“Eddie? Answer me!” She shouted.

“Yea, ok. I understand. I’m trying to sleep.” He said quickly before another sound escaped him.

“I can tell that you’re still angry.”

“I’m not angry! Just tired.” Leave, leave, leave he chanted in his head as Richie dragged him closer to the edge.

“Fine, we‘ll talk in the morning.”

He could hear her retreating footsteps followed by her door slamming shut. Finally able to lose himself again, he whispered a raspy warning. Throwing his head back, a strangled whine passed through his lips as he spilled onto Richie’s tongue. Richie swallowed it down, licking up what he could over Eddie’s oversensitive dick. Blinking tears from his eyes, Eddie panted heavily while reaching for Richie.

Wiping his mouth, Richie rose up until he was face to face with Eddie again, gathering him up in his arms and kissing his neck.

“That was cruel.” Eddie said, turning his head to look at him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t resist. It was kind of thrilling, don’t you think?”

“Not at all.” Eddie smiled.

“Yet you came so fast anyway.”

“Shut up.” Eddie giggled, kissing his lips. “What do you want me to do?” He asked as he pressed his knee up between Richie’s legs, pressing up on his painfully hard length.

“Whatever you’re willing to do is fine by me, baby.” Richie said through a grunt.

Eddie wasn’t quite ready to tell Richie everything he’d done with strangers from the bar, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use it now to please him. His fingers were still trembling as he undid the button and zipper of his jeans. Richie helped to push them down and get them out of the way as quickly as possible. Eddie was salivating at the thought of finally getting to taste Richie. It was something he’d dreamt about since he was horny teenager, lying in bed at night with his hand down his pants and Richie in his thoughts.

Taking just the head of his cock in his mouth, he looked up at Richie through his eyelashes, watching him chew his bottom lip. Richie gently pet the side of his face as he took as much as he could then drawing back up his length. Drool dripped from his mouth, sliding down Richie’s dick as he chased in with his lips.

“Fuuuuck.” Richie drawled out in a low voice. “You’re so fucking hot, Spaghetti. Can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about my cock in your pretty little mouth.”

A shivered went down Eddie’s spine at Richie’s words. He never knew that being wanted by someone else could be such a turn on for him. He bobbed his head faster, using one hand to stroke what his mouth couldn’t take, his other hand going lower to massage his balls. Richie bucked up into his mouth, tangling his fingers in Eddie’s hair on the back of his head, holding him down and he chanted, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie” and painted his mouth in his cum.

Eddie swallowed what he could, but some spilled from his lips. Richie caught it with his thumb, holding it up to Eddie’s lips for him to lick clean. Eddie crawled back up, collapsing beside Richie, curled up at his side.

“Was that ok?” He asked, licking his lips.

“It was perfect.” Richie said, kissing him hard. “You’re perfect.”

Richie licked his way back into Eddie’s mouth, kissing him long and slow, holding his chin with one hand. Satisfied and exhausted, they curled into one another, arms and legs tangled as they pulled the blanket over top of them and fell asleep.

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