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Spotify what the fuck man

[hotchreid-cm]

Forgot / Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Reader

Summary: You tell Hotch to go home after a long case.

It was a long case. One of those cases that as soon as you arrive back at the office you just want to go home. And that's what everyone did.

Except you and Hotch. You weren't ready to go home yet. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't quite ready to let Hotch out of your sight. You almost lost him tonight.

You look up from your desk, your eyes drifting to his office, the light spilling through the slats in the window. Hotch is hunched over his desk, rubbing his temples, you assume with his eyes closed.

You're up and walking before you even realise what you're doing. A soft knock on the door and a quiet 'come in', bring you Hotch now leaning back in his chair looking directly at you.

You clear your throat, "what are you still doing here? I thought you would have gone home as soon as we were back?"

Hotch gestures to the papers on his desk, "I think the cleaning crew may have knocked some papers over and tried to put them back together. Only they're now in the wrong order and I have to file them tomorrow."

You watch Hotch rub at his temples again, eyes screwed shut like his lamp light is too bright for him.

"I'll put them back in the right order. You go home."

Hotch shakes his head, "I couldn't ask you to do that. It's not your job and I'm sure you're tired and ready to go home."

You step into his office fully, "its lucky you're not asking then."

He looks at you with some surprise, and a very faint smile.

You gesture for him to rise from the chair, "it doesn't take a profiler to know that you're in pain and you need rest. Go home, see Jack and get some sleep."

He studies you for a moment and as always you have to fight the urge to squirm under his heavy gaze.

You're not sure if he knows that he has a smoulder hot enough to make a nuns panties go up in flames, but he uses it on you all the time. And let's just say you're glad you're not a religious woman as all the times you've thought about him while in bed would surely be your one way ticket to downstairs.

You've always had an attraction to Hotch from the moment you joined the team. Only he was so closed off that you could never tell if he felt the same.

But after tonight, after he got taken, you knew the attraction was becoming something more. Something dangerous, too real.

You crushed him in a hug and held him a little longer than was professionally appropriate when you finally found him. But you didn't care, nothing matters when it came to losing the people you loved. All you wanted to do was take care of him.

Hotch rose from his desk and reached for his briefcase, "you're sure about this?"

You flash him a smile, "absolutely, I've got no one waiting for me at home, especially no one as adorable as Jack. I'll get the files ready for the morning, after you're well rested."

Hotch nods, walking towards you and the door to his office. He surprises you when his large hand covers your forearm, "thank you."

He looks so deeply into your eyes as he says it, you're afraid he can see every secret you've ever had, your soul laid bare.

And then he's gone, striding down the hall and out of the glass doors.

Your breath leaves you all at once as you move to sit in the chair he just vacated.

The air still smells like him and it comforts you when your brain brings back those terrifying moments of the case just passed.

You just start to sort through the papers when Hotch rushes back into the office.

You stand at the abruptness of the unexpected intrusion, "Hotch? What is it? What's wrong?"

He blows out a breath like he had run all the way back here, "I forgot something"

"What? What did you forget?"

He strides across the room and around the desk, both hands covering your cheeks as he brings your face closer to his.

When your lips meet, your surprise melts along with your mouth against his. Your body naturally leans into his strong one, taking strength you didn't know you needed.

When you open to him, and your tongues meet, one of his hands slides to your waist. He tries to bring your bodies closer, to feel you, and connect you like he never wants to let you go.

When he finally pulls away, his thumb brushes your bottom lip, "I forgot you. But I don't think I'll be making that mistake again. I'll see you in the morning."

And then he was gone, leaving you giggling like a school girl in his office.

A/N: Thank you for reading! It's my first Hotch fic so please be nice 🥹 just wrote this quickly on my phone so not proofread or edited.

[skyrussy]

simon ghost riley having a crush on you.

* y/n is masked as well.

* first thing ive written on here. bare with me as i improve <3

• when having a crush on you ghost absolutely lingers. silent stares are his absolute specialty. debriefing after a mission? his eyes are on you. sure, he may be standing a bit far from you, but the feeling of his eyes are impossible to ignore.

• your interactions are few and far between at the beginning. however, when you do interact, ghost intends to make your interactions somewhat meaningful. never really outright flirty or affectionate, but his little appraisals never pass you by.

“you did good kid. don’t sweat it too much.” followed by a pat on the shoulder and a lack of eye contact before walking away.

“impressive. keep it up soldier.” after watching you take down a man twice your size. ( he found that very attractive but would never allow that to be known. )

• of course they were always a bit quiet and mumbled, but he never even spoke to the 141 that way. his small praises were his little way of letting you know that he’s watching, and he cares.

• slowly but surely your short but sweet interactions began to be something you looked forward to. as months passed you happened to “bump into each other” a bit more than usual and his lingering became a lot more common.

• in the common room he would always stand behind you as you sat, never too close for comfort, although you wouldn’t have necessarily minded if he had moved closer.

• his quick glances that he used to send your way when you walked into a room turned into lingering stares, prolonged eye contact.

• ghost, not very quick to show affection found himself calling you “sweetheart”. at first he almost slapped himself for calling you that, but after seeing the slight smirk form on you face after he did, you really did become “sweetheart” permanently.

• you found yourself, previously a bit more quiet and closed off, becoming comfortable in his presence. choosing to be near him on missions, sitting next to him any chance you got.

• the type of bond you had was one that came quite effortlessly. neither of you were too chatty anyways. silent nods, soft quick touches, a soft hand on your back to guide you, a gentle rub on his shoulder. quiet affection.

• soon enough, it became known that were ghost was, you were often near and vice versa. your quiet touches became louder over the months. a hand on your thigh, arms around his shoulders as he sat, soft smiles underneath masks.

• the day he realized he had fallen in love with you happened 2 years later ( although he always had been, just never allowed himself to acknowledge it. )

• the task force needed a decoy for a mission, someone who could seduce & distract a sergeant of another force. you had to wear a tight red dress, something eye catching, and of course, your mask had to go. you felt nauseous at the idea, especially knowing that no one on the force had seen your face or your true form.

• nonetheless this job is your life. it’s this or nothing.

• you when ghost saw you enter the room, he felt every bit of air in his lungs disappear. every single thought in his mind dissipated completely.

“holy shit..” he mumbled.

• it was the first night he realized how badly he wanted to protect you. the way that the guys in 141 ogled you. the way the surrounding men glanced at you up and down.

• he knew you could hold your own, but the thought of letting anyone have the privilege of experiencing such a sophisticated, patient soul undoubtedly made him shudder.

• once the mission had been completed, you had sustained injuries from your lack of gear and weaponry. he looked at you sitting on the floor breathlessly, hair in front of your face, body slick with a slight sheen of sweat. you had blood trailing down half of your face and marks that were sure to bruise.

• he quickly made his way to you, and you stared up at him. you smiled.

• it was the first time a smile from any single person had made the brute of a man want to melt into a fucking puddle. you looked fearless.

“i did it.” you said laughing a bit.

“christ sweetheart, you did. come on. let’s get you out of here.”

[hades-in-bloom]

Shower Thoughts

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

summary: Leon has just returned from another soul-crushing mission—and you didn't happen to be home yet.

warnings & contents: heavy angst, our sweetpea is hurt; suicide trigger/thoughts; implied severe depression; assumed older Leon; implied military training on the reader; more hurt than comfort; mentions of death and violence, and blood; could be read as age gap but could be none; the reader could be of any gender; there's light at the end of the tunnel.

a/n: I was craving some angst but didn't plan it to go that far; oh well. Our sweet boy deserves all the happiness though—but author is a bitch. Also, I don't believe Leon would be seriously considering harming himself, but I do believe that he's an empathetic human being kidnapped in his youth to do a shitty job, so there could be a moment of weakness; otherwise, “we owe it to the people who died alongside us, so we have to continue living.” As always, proceed at your own risk. DNI minors & if mentions of suicide affect you. This is a work of fiction and shouldn't be used as guidance on how to behave in similar sensitive situations. Masterlist

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Leon rubbed his hands under the hot tap forcefully, willing to wash off the blood; the water coming off his fingers was clean for a while, but he seemed not to notice it—after all, there was always blood on his hands, whether others could see it or not. The man only stopped when the touch started to hurt, his abused skin red from friction.

“Shit,” Leon grunted under his breath and turned off the faucet angrily, his breathing ragged. Others might say that it was adrenaline still rushing through his veins, but he knew it wasn’t it. For how long he’s done this job, he was past the prolonged adrenaline rush a while ago. Leon put his palm over his forehead, barely covering his exhausted eyes; his hands slightly shaking.

How many more people had to die before this shit would end?

He remembered them all, those he couldn’t save, and he only kept counting. Leon knew he wasn’t supposed to—saving ordinary folk was a luxury in his position—but it was hard for him to accept who he had become. The extensive bathroom mirror in front of him, he couldn’t level his gaze to take a look at himself, and when he did, his teeth clenched, and his glance shot into the corner of the reflection—there was his essential gear, a pistol and a knife, thoughtlessly dropped on the bathroom floor.

Suddenly, he felt exhausted. A carnal thought made him blush in a fever—wouldn’t it be so easy? Leon was never the type to look for easy ways out—but he was only of flesh and blood, too; isn't he only human? Despite what reports said about him always being “the survivor” and “the golden boy.” Screw the odds.

He picked up his gear from the floor, his palm sliding across the pistol barrel. Leon counted the bullets left in the magazine with another hand, pulling it back into the grip compartment right after; his facial expression was unreadable, deprived of emotion. In moments like this, the man wasn't sure if he could feel anything anymore.

Wouldn't it be so easy, after all? Maybe after that, he'll be able to wake up from this bloody nightmare.

Consumed by his thoughts, he didn't hear how the keys screeched in the lock of the apartment door, and you came in.

You noticed his jacket on the hanger, and your eyebrows shot to your forehead in surprise.

“Leon?” you called to him, dropping bags full of groceries next to the kitchen island; your body tensed in anticipation. You didn't expect him so early. After his assignments, he usually barged in the middle of the night and not in the light of day. You didn't complain, though. You missed him.

You gently knocked on the bathroom door when you heard muffled sounds from another side. “Hey,” your voice was calm and soothing. “Can I come in? Do you need help?” At this point, you got used to his bruises and stitches, caring only about him getting back home in one piece.

There was something more to his injuries this time.

“Shit,” Leon cursed under his breath again when you stepped into the bathroom, despairing of getting a word out of him. You were worried; he could see it on your face. You quickly noticed his scalded hands, the right one behind his back, hiding something. He looked like a curious teenager who got caught watching adult movies.

“Hey,” his lips stretched into an unnatural smile. “Sorry, I didn't hear you come in…”

“You should've called me,” you scolded him calmly, making a step forward. His body tensed and froze as soon as you stretched your hand toward him, and you held back a frown. “…I would’ve been home in a heartbeat.”

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, his lips chapped, and his breath ragged; and then you saw it—the reflection in the mirror betraying him—his long fingers clinging to the gun. Your mouth went agape, and you dashed forward with a precision of a trained police officer.

“Give it to me,” you hissed, your heart beating in your throat. You were scared—you haven't been that afraid of in ages. Leon gasped, bamboozled, and his hand easily let go of a weapon. You didn’t ask—you slapped him across the face, letting your frustration out. “Are you mad? What were you going to do with this thing?”

You would react differently if he wasn’t hiding it; somehow this bothered you more than anything. After all, Leon should’ve known that you wouldn’t fumble at the sight of a gun, which made his attempts to cover its presence even more pointless.

His cheeks flushed, and he gulped, incapable of looking at you; he was confirming your worst fears, and after giving him a long stare, your hand covered your mouth to stop you from sobbing.

“Moron,” you grunted under your breath. His head got even lower, and you saw a tear falling onto the lightly colored tile. It took you a moment before you grabbed him into an angry, desperate embrace. His hands wrapped around your waist, then one shot into your hair, pressing at the back of your head, pulling you closer. His face was buried into your neck, and his body shook violently as he let himself cry.

You held him painfully close as long as it was necessary. “I am sorry,” you whispered next to his ear while he clung to you like a drowning man to a lifeboat; you sounded hurt and angry—and hopeful. “I am so, so sorry.”

[aziraphales-library]

Helloooooo again! Hope you are doing well! I have a request for some fics and I was wondering if you happen to know if there are any where Aziraphale and Crowley get married in Vegas after a drunk night (this is a very specific niche so if you can’t find any that is perfectly ok!) and it doesn’t even have to be in Vegas, just accidental marriage fics are cool too. Thank you!

Hi! Here are some drunken Las Vegas marriage fics...

to have and to hold, probably by seventhstar (G)

They have long, drawn out arguments about this, if they can even be termed arguments; onlookers inevitably describe their tone of voice as 'fond' and their mode of communication as 'bickering'. The wine is passed back and forth between them. Marriage, Aziraphale argues, is divine. It's about love. It's about making promises, and keeping them. It's about faith and hope and devotion. Marriage, Crowley replies, is infernal. It gives two people who love each other endless opportunities to ruin it. It's about power and money and pain; it's caused more evil than it ever has good. Or, the one where they get drunk married in Las Vegas.

Waking Up In Vegas by Supergeek21 (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale wake up hungover after a night out in Vegas.

Ouroboros by FriendOfLoki (T)

“We should get married!” Crowley blurts out. His face is burning the moment the words leave his mouth and enter into the night. He’s not quite sure how he got here. Or, the story of how Aziraphale and Crowley drunkenly marry each other one night in Las Vegas.

Oops! by Mimsynims (E)

This must be a dream. A fantastic, soul-crushing dream. That’s the only explanation. Right? “Aziraphale, did you hear me?” Bugger. Not a dream. “Pardon, what was that?” Aziraphale reluctantly dragged his eyes from the simple yet perfect ring on his left hand. A ring that matched the one on Crowley’s left hand. His friend, Crowley. Best friends Aziraphale and Crowley are on holiday in Las Vegas. After a getting a bit too drunk the night before, they wake up with wedding rings on their fingers. Sounds like it should be easily dealt with, or is it..?

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos. Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice. …Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

Waking Up Married by Caedmon (E)

"So you’re telling me that my options are either to convince this man I just met and drunkenly married to stay married to me for six months or lose two thirds of a billion pounds?” “That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Fergus said. “Fucking shit,” Crowley spat. He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment before rubbing his eyes with his fists. Now his job would be twice as hard. He needed to talk Aziraphale into staying married for six months. Should he try begging or bribing? This was a huge ask, and Aziraphale would be well within his rights to tell Crowley to fuck off. But Crowley was prepared to offer him pretty much anything, up to half of the trust, if that’s what it took. He didn’t care. But that was only part of his concern. Even if he got insanely lucky and Aziraphale agreed to stay legally married to him for the next six months, how the hell was he going to talk Aziraphale into dating him during that time? And was it foolish to even try? One thing at a time, he decided. First, he needed to convince Aziraphale to stay legally married to him. Then he could set about wooing his husband. He hoped.

- Mod D

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Costume

I had a a few ideas for drabbles :3 And I settled on this one for now :3

Mostly because I have one mental image in my head that is just too cute to pass up and I wanted to add more cuteness to this AU so here we GO! @spotaus You ready my friend?

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Als I am really considering making a masterpost for these drabbles and any related asks/answers and drawings people make... Just a thought.

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Cross watches as Nightmare looks at the different options of costumes. They are in the bigger city nearby to actually give him some options.

It had been thanks to Crop that they even knew about this happening. Kinda like a halloween get together but it mostly celebrates the start of the colder seasons and the time of rest the land needs.

But with everyone in costume because Halloween happens around the same time.

But it gave them the excuse to take Nightmare out on a tiny trip and let him pick out soemthing he would like to wear. Killer says he is making progress on that front but Cross doubts it as Nightmare still just only wears the stuff they picked out for him or Dust's old things.

Even if Nightmare looks adorable in the for him much too big hoody.

Cross smiles down at Nightmare "And? Any ideas for what you want to be dressed as?"

Nightmare shoots him a look and shrugs "Why get dressed? I am a skeleton... That is spooky enough right?"

Cross feels part of his soul melt but tries to keep it in. Nightmare hadn't fully noticed that his way of speaking is starting to slip more and more into more childlike talking and words. Even if he still tries to speak in his fancy way. It is just too cute.

Cross sees it as them doing a good job at this whole parent thing.

Cross grins "True... But Horror already decided to go as a lumberjack and Killer is going as Jason from friday the 13th." Cross himself hadn't decided yet and Cross knows that Dust is planning on just matching whatever Nightmare wants to get dressed as.

Nightmare frowns and stares at all the options. He points towards a costume and Cross checks it.

It is the cheapest thing there is.

Cross saw this coming but he knows how to deal with that! Cross grins "Oh? A little devil? We can do that. Come. We can look at more costumes for that."

Nightmare looks a lot more unsure as he rubs his arm "This is fine... stuff is expensive."

Cross crouches down and leans on his hand "Hey... it is fine... Dust got a budget together and everything. Let me worry about money okay?"

Nightmare frowns but looks considered at some of the more detailed options instead of the cheap stuff. Much better. Nightmare slowly starts to gravitate towards the vampire stuff and Cross starts to think this may be a success when-

a soft sizzle.

Oh are you kidding him!?

"You seriously gonna let him get that stuff?"

Nightmare blinks and grins brightly at the sound of Error and searches for him before spotting him near the ceiling.

Cross glares and hisses "Error." he glances around nervously.

Error snorts "Calm down. I know how to time stuff. People hardly ever notice I am in universes. Seriously though. yOu are going to let him grab this shi-stuff." Error quickly changes his sentence when Cross glares at him.

Cross crosses his arms "Well we want to have stuff to get dressed in for the party. We are trying to fit in."

Nightmare looks up at Cross and smiles a tiny bit "Error can look with us?"

Cross really wants to say no. Not like Killer. Killer hates the fact that Nightmare has a crush on the other. Cross just doesn't want to deal witht he headache that is Error himself.

Now that Cross knows what he knows he realised that Nightmare always had a crush on Error. No one ever noticed because... well... Nightmare went about those feelings as any six year old did. hanging out, trying to invite the other to play with them. bringing small tokens and things. trying to be included.

Error snorts "Nah. Don't want to be stuck in this store of bad quality." and he nudges one of the costumes offered.

Cross sighs annoyed "So why appear?"

Error looks smug "I saw you were going to let Nightmare grab bad quality stuff. of course i step in."

That is another thing Cross doesn't like. Knowing that Error just, glances in whenever he feels like it. Cross glares and hisses "Stop having a window on us open. One it is weird and two if anyone sees it!"

Error waves it off "I just check for a few seconds when i know it is clear. Calm down." he shoots Ngihtmare a look "Seriously though. You are a god. don't gods deserve like the best things?"

Nightmare shrugs and mutters "Jsut got stuff because they wanted it..."

Cross also finds it rich coming from Error as Error still wears some upgraded hobo-jacket that looks like it is barely holding it together.

Error blinks before huffing "Yeah no. I am getting you a costume of actual quality." he looks areound "vampire?"

Nightmare suddenly looks a lot less comfortable with the attention adn returns to Cross's side to hide partly. Nightmare never likes it when others start offering stuff to him. Cross leans downa dn picks up their small charge.

Cross nudges their skulls together and mutters "It is okay. You had an idea of what you like?"

Nightmare just pushes clsoer "it is dumb. easy stuff is fine."

Cross nudges him again "It isn't dumb. What do you want?"

Nightmare remains quiet for a long time and Cross waits patiently. Just let him feel it out first. Let him decide for himself. Error looks a lot less patient as he just stands there, obviously wnating to tap his foot but refrains from it.

Nightmare eventually mutters "liked... vampire becuase it is a bat..."

Cross blinks and grins "You want to be a tiny bat?"

Ngihtmar eshrugs again and tries to hide further. Clearly done with being verbal.

Cross nods and nzuzles the skull "I am sure we can figure out a tiny bat costume." MAybe they can get a cape? get some wings attached? Cross is srue they can figure it out-

Error nods "A bat. That is easy." he looks thoughtful before nodding and with a sizzle he is gone.

Cross sighs loudly but Ngihtmare giggles and gives a happy mutter "He likes me."

Cross sighs loudly "You are very clearly he favourite. Which isn't a good thing bud, you don't want to be a god's favourite." at least that is the lesson Cross got out of stories.

Nightmare hums as he nuzzles his skull against Cross's "You guys were always my favourites..."

Cross hugs Ngihtmare close as he walks towards the exit of the store "You are so sweet. and you always cared so much about us." Ngihtmare mutters about not being sweet but relaxes with the affection.

Cross gets a ride back from Ellie and returns home to the others. He is only done for a few minutes with retelling everything as they make sure Nightmare eats his snack when they hear more sizzling.

A moment later a small package drops on their dining table.

Nightmare blinks nad opens it only to gasp.

Because that is a bright purple hoody with bat wings sewed in the back and a hood with little bat ears and a grumpy bat face on the hood.

It is adorable and Nightmare looks adorable in it and Cross has to admit it was a perfect pic. a very comfortable and cute costume for the coming outing.

Killer grumbles as he stabs his fork into his own food. He glares at his plate "Gonna have to figure out how to scare a god."

Yeah... Cross is hoenstly a little curious as to how Kilelr plans to do that. For now their babybones is happy in his new hoody and they have a very powerful ally who wants Nightmare happy like them.

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Was this whole drabble an excuse to get Nightmare a hoody with little bat wings and bat ears? Yes. Yes it was. And he HAS one now!! :D <3

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[signanothername]

I’m wondering if you think Killer would try using Color’s soul as an experiment because of Color having like 6 souls stuck inside him and stuff and then the interest of Killers side of wanting to understand more of souls and their codes, maybe using Color as an experiment or something sometimes for funsies, idk, thought it’d be nice to talk about. (maybe with or without permission from Color)

Oooooh nice point

Tho it also raises the question, does Color have a soul left to begin with? Cause he was already on the verge of death before absorbing the 6 souls and basically getting thrown to the void cause of it, at this point he’s technically dead, it’s only the six souls that keep him truly “alive” in a sense, and it’s shown in how if he uses too much power that it’ll basically actually kill him, at least (i honestly don’t remember if his soul was ever truly talked about in canon, so if you guys know do let me know, i definitely need a bit of a refresher and deep dive into Othertale’s lore again)

But that’s a topic for another time that i’m gonna explore hopefully cause the contrast between a technically souless Color who is extremely emotional and feels very deeply and Killer with a soul that isn’t doing its supposed job and not being able to feel anything at all is really fun >:)

So we’re just gonna assume that Color has a soul of his own for the sake of this ask shhzhshhs (not that it would differ the answer I have much)

Ok so i feel like it really just depends on the stage Killer’s in and at which timeline we talking, like are we talking Killer still works under Nightmare or are we talking he was saved and is now with Color?

If he’s still under Nightmare, then i feel like Stage 2 Killer would try to get his hands on it without permission, and while i believe Killer kills anyone he wants the soul of to take their soul to do as he pleases with it, i feel like he’d make the exception for Color to keep him alive if he did get his hands on it, (I think of a stage 2 Killer who’s still under Nightmare as a bit possessive of Color in the sense that Color is an off limits personal matter in his life) which is arguably worse considering Color would have to feel and endure Killer poking at his soul, and we can talk about how dark that can get but i’ll spare you the details

While if we’re talking about stage 2 while he’s now living with Color, he’d still definitely try to get his hands on it, whether with or without Color’s permission is something I feel really depends on Killer, like i can see Killer sometimes trying to get his hands on it without Color’s permission, other times he’d simply ask, cause at that point Killer’s trying to learn how to be better, considering Killer himself had endured the invasive way Nightmare always touches his soul and influences it by his magic, so i think Color’s polite way of actually asking for permission from Killer for his soul would definitely rub off on him

which I’d like to believe Color would most likely refuse to give Killer his soul cause the thought of his soul being experimented on isn’t really comfortable, but I can see Color actually giving Killer the permission to study his soul by simple observation rather than actual experimentation

Stage 1 would absolutely refuse regardless of the timeline, even when curious, cause that’s his best friend y’know?

But regardless, I can see Killer and Color fight over this very reason of Killer’s curiosity for souls, but here’s a very interesting question, can Killer actually get his hands on Color’s soul without his permission? When Color is just a lot stronger than Killer in every aspect?

Killer will simply never win a fight again Color, Color might be hesitant to fight and is generally trying to be careful with his powers, but he still holds the power to crush Killer like he’s nothing, so if anything, Killer will only be able to get his hand on Color’s soul if he outsmarts him >:)

[respectthepetty]

Well well well well!

I have seen you being asked about your fav TW BL dramas. but I’m here to ask about…… your top 10 (or however many you want tbh) BL thai dramas!

Teeheeheeee!!

Ps: can someone else pop up and then ask you too Korean BL dramas? *wink*

Anon, I think YOU will have to come back and ask about my top Korean dramas because after people see this list, they will realize how trashy I truly am and never seek a response from me again. I've already written about my Top GMMTV Actors, my Top GMMTV Pairs, and my Top Five Taiwanese BLs, but this requested list will really show people that I am a dumpster fire, so let me present my

Top Ten Thai BLs

Before I start, I need to list my personal preferences since I have watched over 150 Thai BLs (if not 200), with a third coming from within the past year and a half alone. A show must meet at least two:

Don't bury the gay (MANDATORY!)

Be gay. Do crime! aka "Eff the police" (literally or figuratively)

I'm a messy bi, and I'll cry if I want to

Adulting is hard like my sexual attraction for you

Vice Vers(a) - Flipping the norms and changing dynamics

Next, I need to establish some ground rules:

The series must have completed prior to June 1, so Step by Step, Be My Favorite, La Pluie and other running shows cannot be considered.

It had to be marketed as a BL, so 3 Will Be Free, The Warp Effect, and Great Men Academy cannot be considered.

I could only pick a pair once, so most of GMMTV shows couldn't be considered if I picked another show the pair was featured in.

It couldn't have hurt my queer feelings, so My Only 12%, Until We Meet Again, I Told Sunset about You, and 180 Degree Longitude Passes through Us were cut for rubbing salt in real-world wounds.

A third of the final list had to be BL shows that aired prior to 2022.

Narrowing it down with those two filters, here are a dozen shows that didn't make the cut with a brief reasoning:

The Eclipse - pair already picked

Triage - the gay died each time the clock reset

Ghost Host, Ghost House - not within my personal preferences

Never Let Me Go - aired in 2022. Sorry Jojo!

My School President - pair already picked

Secret Crush on You - aired in 2022

Bad Buddy - it knows what it did to me

Together with Me - pair already picked

Lovely Writer - not within my personal preferences

A Tale of Thousand Stars - pair already picked

Between Us - it knows what it did to me

My Ride - not within my personal preferences

One more thing before I give you the list -

Honorable Mentions

To Sir, With Love

I was raised on soap operas and telenovelas, so this lakorn was seventeen episodes of blissful drama, yet served one of the best pairings and family members of 2022. It was also a historical drama, so the ending being happy was unexpected, but much appreciated.

Destiny Seeker

All the shows on my list have color coding, but this show wins every color-coding award I can give. As a self-proclaimed color demon, this show fed my soul and my heart with its color exchange between two great characters who were just trying to unify the Pretty Boys and the Jocks in a tale as old as time, yet more colorful than ever.

Now, the actual list

Top Ten Thai BLs

#10 - Dark Blue Kiss

Pete and Kao went from a bit toxic in This Kiss series, to a solid couple trying to navigate the difficult situation of having one person in a relationship still in the closet. The reason was realistic as well - career. Kao coming out could have not only hurt his future, but his mother's job as well, and the socioeconomic difference between Pete and Kao was front and center during these discussions. Mix all of that with the addition of Sun and Mork and their dynamic of light enemies to lovers, and this ended up being a surprise favorite. It also had beautiful cinematography at a period when the production value of BLs was being elevated which is greatly due to director/screenwriter Aof and cinematographer Rath.

#9 - Big Dragon

If someone would have told me during the first episode that I would like love this show as much as I did by the end, I would not have believed it, but here I am, in love with this show. It started off with two idiots being at their peak toxic level, yet ended with the softest men in love. The cinematography was beautiful, Mangkorn and Yai had a natural chemistry when teasing each other, and the music was good, so good that I actually listened to the lead sing his love confession…twice! Mos and ISBANKY made me excited to see what else Star Hunter has in store, and that was a door I had closed long ago. Big Dragon 2 when?

#8 - Bed Friend

Much like Big Dragon, I showed up for a raunchy series about fuck buddies, but ended up witnessing two men work through trauma and showed that with support, healing is possible. King was the biggest green flag that has ever graced my screen, and the way Net's big brown eyes portray lust, love, and devotion is a skill that only matches James' embodiment of a sex kitten. I watched them in Catch Me Baby, but Bed Friend brought an entire new level of chemistry from them that balanced the heavier aspects of the show in a way that any other pair would have squandered. Because of NetJames, this show will remain in my tops for years to come, and makes me even more excited for Love Upon a Time.

#7 - You're My Sky

We, collectively, did this show dirty. As BL fans, we did not appreciate it enough, and still don't. Because it came out in 2022, a year stacked with excellent BLs, it was pushed to the sidelines when it should have been at everyone's top for any number of reasons like the pairings were solid (childhood friends, senior/freshman, pseudo-enemies to lovers), the plot was consistent, and the cinematography was beautiful. We have a few sports-related BLs which do a great job of discussing the connection between toxic masculinity and male-dominated sports, and although this series didn't lean all the way in, it gave us a glimpse of what men must sacrifice in order to be considered the best in such an environment, especially when it comes to love.

#6 - Not Me

Every character is shippable with every other character. That is the power of this series. Yet, because I’m petty, I’m still holding a grudge not about GramBlack (Eugene/Gene, really?!) BUT that ToddBlack did not happen! In a show that was queer in several aspects (marriage equality, society’s disapproval, found family, etc.), it was strange that it didn’t deliver on the Black front examining how power dynamics, socioeconomic inequality in regards to privilege, and performance of masculinity affect queer experiences (all possessed by the ToddBlack pairing), but what it did deliver was a great premise about fighting back against oppression (labor discrimination, educational gaps, monopolies), which is why even though the ending was shaky, it still deserves a top spot for existing.

#5 - KinnPorsche

As much as I wrote about this show, I’m shocked it isn’t #1, but sitting through the final episode’s credits believing what I believed about Vegas left me feeling a certain type of way that I’m still not over. It had all the elements I love: Be gay, do crime, messy tears, vice vers(a), and the cinematography was perfection. Symbolism and foreshadowing were intertwined into every scene, so watching each episode was an experience and the aftermath was devouring hours of meta analysis. This was the first series I was excited to watch live unmuted and at normal speed, and I liked each pairing, plus rooted for others who were never going to happen (Big & Chan, Khun & everyone), which made this a fun journey even after the final credits finished (World Tour, anyone?!).

#4 - Love Mechanics

I LOVE MESS, and this show gave me ten glorious messy episodes of the messiest mess. Much like the chokeholds VeeMark excelled out, this show had me by the throat (implication intended). I was shocked when it was announced En of Love: Love Mechanics would be remade and extended from four episodes into ten. I liked the original, but the basic plot (drunkenly having sex right at the beginning – how very Together with Me of them) did not sit well with me the first time around, yet once I saw the remake’s trailer, I WAS SOLD! Look at the angst! Look at the pining! Look at the chemistry! Look at the same steps and dorm from Together with Me! I could write forever about this show because it is better than the original, it was so similar to Together with Me that I had to squint to make sure it wasn’t, and the happy ending with Mark’s tears, although never doubted, feels like a personal win, which is why it was my number one of 2022.

#3 - Manner of Death

MaxTul own me. Every couple I watch gets compared to MaxTul and the chemistry they bring. Together With Me is a favorite, but when Manner of Death aired, it spotlighted the evolution of MaxTul in the most beautiful way imaginable. The dark plot of drug and sex trafficking was difficult for most, but both of these characters' commitment to finding the truth in their own way while taking on the ACAB attitude even towards the one police officer they did like was a buffet that just kept serving me. I was truly worried because of the nature of the show that a happy ending wouldn't be possible, but not only did the show end with vows being exchanged, but the promise of another season as well. TRANSPLANT WHEN?!

#2 - Moonlight Chicken

This was an adult show and toes the line of being truly queer media rather than a standard BL. I felt seen every time Jim sat silently examining his life and his choices. His hesitation to open his heart again to another person after being hurt in such a realistically queer way in a country that doesn't have marriage equality almost made me cut this show due to hurting my queer feelings. However, if I was willing to give up three pairs (FirstKhao -The Eclipse, GeminiFourth - My School President, and EarthMix - A Tale of Thousand Stars) for this one show, I knew it had to included. Aof working around the grief of losing a parent while examining gentrification and generational trauma all through a queer lens is a feat most would fail at, but this show shines, literally and figuratively thanks once again to cinematographer Rath.

#1 - He's Coming to Me

I must end where I began - Aof, the director and screenwriter, changed the Thai BL game with this one, and hasn't slowed down since, which is why two of his other pieces are in my top ten, and several others are featured in my short list. Cinematographer Rath has also made his mark on this list, and it all started with this one for me. No other BL series has stuck with me the way He's Coming to Me has. Not one element of this show doesn't work. It's cohesive. It's emotional. It's everything to me. I cannot give this show enough praise. It created a unique magic in eight episodes that hasn't left my heart for four years.

And probably never will.

Now, who wants to ask about Korea?

[randaccidents]

Alright I got another little headcanon

And it is too about Mind, hehe

The not main reason why Mind don't sleep is because he got Nightmares or just dreams about Heart

Why he doesn't like Nightmares is obvious, but the reason why it doesn't like dreams with Heart is because he just wish they were reality, and it kinda mess with him and it's hehe mind

(looks at this ask)

(digs around Google)

"Sleep deprivation can cause more intense dreaming"

(rubs hands together) tadssstrange my mutual you have simply given me MORE to play with. The hc is now canon to Heartless I accept no criticism.

Like like like lemme just lay out an idea, a scene for us. Fair tw for nightmares and unreliable EVERYTHING

(IT GOT REALLY LONG TOSSING IN A READ MORE, @tadssstrange YOU KEEP INSPIRING ME TO WRITE. FREE FOOD FOR YOU)

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The first time he goes to sleep after Heart is brought home is 2 days after, because neither of them are willing to leave Heart unmonitored, and Mind insisted that he take the first shift.

He doesn't remember the first dream/nightmare, not fully. It is a mess of shapes and darkness and shadows and blood and the colours purple and blue. He just knows that he woke up with the crushing weight of confused guilt on his chest stealing his breath.

.

It takes him 3 days before he tries to sleep again. He knows he needs to sleep to remain efficient, and his vision has been fuzzing out all day. He hasn't told Soul why he was avoiding sleep, but the dread creeps in as he lays in bed.

This next nightmare is vivid, and he wakes up having physically thrown himself off the bed, screaming. It takes awhile to calm him down even with Soul's help. Is that what Heart felt? Is that what dying felt like? The feeling of falling and your very self dissolving? He scrubs his mechanical hands so hard that black flecks of nail polish line the sink. He swears he still sees purple-and-blue-tinted blood and fresh grave-dirt between the joints. He thinks he is more exhausted than before he slept, but he refuses to go back to that nightmare, and Soul doesn't fight him.

..

It takes 4 days this time. Soul had to physically wrestle him into bed and hold him down this time. He doesn't want to stop moving and allow the thoughts and the exhaustion to finally steal him. Soul is not giving him the option. He falls asleep crying.

The dream is kinder than the previous nightmares, and yet crueller than either. He doesn't want to wake from the nostalgia of Heart being his normal, annoying self, the dream not quite doing its job of making him forget reality. Watching Heart grin and read off a passage about axon dendrites with his blindfold on knowing how much Mind hates how unnatural it looks makes something clench deep in his chest, a feeling entirely different from the crush of guilt or the rush of determination. Mind wishes the dream had chosen a memory where Heart's eyes could be seen. He lets himself sink into the memory.

Eventually, the Heart in the dream reads a passage he never has in Mind's memories, a passage about dreams. The Heart that is not his looks up at him and asks him, "I'm not really here, am I? I am asleep, as are you. But you can wake up still, and you should. Wake up, Mind."

Mind wakes up quietly to wet cheeks and a painful squeeze in his chest. Soul is nowhere to be found. Sitting up and wiping his eyes, Mind can't decide if a dream was worse than a nightmare.

At least a nightmare had the courtesy to not use Heart's face.

[one-piece-one-shots]

Sabo X CisFem Reader - Song fic

"How could you do this to me Marco?" You whined clutching the entertainment schedule.

"Do what to you yoi?" The blond asked calmly not looking up from his phone.

"This!" You waved the crumpled paper, "You have me performing tonight."

"So?" Another calm response.

"It's Tuesday... I don't do Tuesdays."

"Is it the Sabo thing yoi?" He asked finally glancing up to watch you flush wildly.

"N-no. Shut up." You dropped the schedule.

"Look, Kid's band canceled because they got a better gig. And honestly, you're much better than them yoi." He stood, "Sabo would have heard you sooner or later anyway. Now get out of my office."

You dramatically dropped your arms at your sides and turned to make your exit.

The stage was one of the few sacred places you had to escape your anxiety and self-loathing. You could bare your soul in the lyrics of a song. Most of the time you couldn't see passed the bright lights pointed at you so it didn't matter if people stared. Being the center of attention up there was better than being invisible off stage with everyone else.

Since puberty, your weight yo-yoed, which resulted in teasing and lots of left-handed compliments. Not to mention someone always being concerned for your health. You were always one of the guys because you were 'so funny' and had such a great personality. They always wondered why they couldn't find a girl like you.

When you got up to sing you shocked everyone. Such a smooth sultry alto tone emitting from a portly girl. It was as if people believed only thin people could have a flashy talent. You always felt like you were sticking it to them somehow, proving they were wrong.

Straight out of high school you fronted a band only to be kicked out because the boys felt no one would come to a show where a girl like you was leading. Since then you taught yourself to play guitar and frequented open mics all over The East Blue until Thatch and Marco found you.

The brothers owned a pub called The Blue Bird that featured live local performances, and the performers were also the staff. You had a weekly waiting and entertainment schedule. You'd made a deal with Marco to not put you on stage Tuesday nights when his younger brother Sabo worked. You harbored a ridiculous crush for the younger blond and refused to sing in front of him. Your stage nights happened to be his nights off.

"F/N?" Sabo called making his way across the room.

"What's up?" you shook your head and flushed making eye contact with his hazel gaze.

"Everything ok? I saw you're playing tonight!" he nudged your shoulder as he came to stand next to you, "Nervous?"

"Me? Never." you smirked hoping he couldn't see through your false bravado, "You should be nervous. I'm gonna show you boys how it's done."

"Oh, well then, I'm glad Ace and I don't play tonight. It would suck to be shown up." he played along, "I'm glad I get to see you play for the first time."

"Yeah," you rubbed your nape, "I guess you haven't been here my nights."

Little did you know, Sabo had been to every one of your performances. He, Ace, Thatch, Marco and the youngest Luffy are all brothers, adopted by Edward Newgate. The open mic night when the two eldest discovered you had been recorded and played for all of the brothers to make the decision to offer you a job. From that very moment he knew he needed to get closer to you and offered to do all of your training.

He was so calm and polite, unlike the other Newgate boys. You also had great banter, he just seemed to get you. If you made an off-putting joke or downed yourself in any way he was always there to stop you and somehow spin them into positive traits.

He tried countless times to get you to play with he and Ace or to even get you to practice with them, but you always refused. So, he snuck into the crowd whenever you sang just to get his fix.

Marco was the only person aware of your nerves and insecurities where Sabo was concerned, he was also the only one who knew Sabo's addiction to you. He moved Kid's band's gig just to see what might happen.

You forced your gaze down trying to swallow and remedy the dryness in your mouth. Knots twisted their way through your stomach just thinking about your performance time approaching.

"F/N~" Ace sang squeezing his way between you and his brother, "Are you nervous? I hear someone you're crushing on is here."

You dropped the ketchup bottle you were already struggling to fill, "W-hat? Who said that?"

"Marco told me." the raven laughed wiping up your mess.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about." you scoffed.

"That reaction says otherwise." Ace continued to tease.

"Go away." you swatted at him.

"Ok ok - geez!" he whined backing out of your reach.

Sabo had stood quietly gauging your reaction, his stomach dropping with the shade of red staining your cheeks. Of course, you had someone you liked he just wanted so badly for it to be him.

"I didn't know you had a crush on someone." the blond commented feeling a little bitter.

"It's hopeless." you should sighed.

"What makes it hopeless?"

You glanced up at him briefly, "I mean, nobody wants this."

"F/N, any guy would seriously be lucky to have you." he soothed, "You're intelligent, incredibly talented and - "

"Have a charming personality, but I'm a buddy, one of the guys, a sister." you interrupted.

Sabo frowned, "Ah..no I - "

"F/N!" Marco called rounding the corner from the main room, "Time to get your guitar yoi."

The younger blond let out a frustrated growl.

"Sorry Sabo." you gave a diminutive smile running your hand down his arm before following Marco to the door.

"Break a leg!" he called after you.

After changing and touching up your makeup you stood in the wings of the stage waiting to be announced. This was the worst. You didn't want him to see you sing because of how vulnerable it felt to have all of your feelings laid out around you. Seeing him made you nervous in a normal setting, having to play knowing that beautiful man was somewhere in the room was damn near crippling.

"We have a special set tonight...she's one of our favorites, please give it up for F/N." Thatch introduced you and exited the opposite side of the stage as you took a deep breath and approached the microphone.

Plucking your Epiphone from its stand, you slung it across your torso and leaned toward the mic, "Thank you all for coming," You cleared your throat, "it'll be a short set tonight because I didn't know I was performing. Tables 18 and 24, I'll have your drinks out when I'm done." the small crowd chuckled as you winked and strummed the teal semi-hallow.

"I don't want to talk about it to you

I'm not an open book that you can rifle through

The cold hard truth that you'll see right to

I'm just a basket case without you

He's not a magic man or a perfect fit

But had a steady hand and I got used to it

And a glass cage heart and invited me in

And now I'm just a basket case without him."

This was a song Sabo hadn't heard before. He stopped wiping down the bar and found himself drifting through the crowd.

"You're begging for the truth

So I'm saying it to you"

You searched the front of the crowd nervously through the stage lights, unexpectedly feeling your nerves melt as you met his hazel gaze.

"I've been saving your place

And what good does it do?

Now I'm just a basket case

Now I'm just a basket case

I don't say much and it'll stay that way

You got a steel train touch and I'm just a track you lay

So I'll stay right here underneath you

I'm just a basket case that's what we do."

You felt a surge of confidence watching a wide smile play upon his lips.

"Won't somebody come on in and tug at my seams?

Oh, send your armies in of robbers and thieves

To steal the state I'm in, I don't want it anymore

You're begging for the truth

So I'm saying it to you

I've been saving your place

And what good does it do?

Now I'm just a basket case"

Fading into the end of the song you realized you hadn't broken eye contact with Sabo. Flushing madly, you tugged at your blouse and averted your gaze back to the cheering crowd.

You played longer than you'd planned with encouragement from Marco and the crowd, which grew the longer you were on stage. An hour later you finally thanked everyone for coming and glanced down to see the empty space Sabo had left. A small frown tugged at your lips while you reminded yourself that he was actually supposed to be working the entire time.

Thatch crossed the stage handing you a hand towel and a bottle of water on his way to announce Luffy's band. Toweling the sweat from your brow and neck you took a seat on the steps backstage getting high fives from The Straw Hats as they passed instruments in hand.

"Uh hey." Sabo voiced sheepishly, approaching as boisterous noises erupted from the stage behind you.

"Hey." You nearly had to shout.

"Can - uh - we talk in a quieter place?" the blond asked offering you a hand.

Heat invaded your face," S-sure."

Your mind completely blanked while Sabo guided you to the breakroom shutting the door behind you. He seemed tense and nervous, making you feel like you might've done something wrong. Maybe you made too much eye contact and he felt like you were singing to him? Were you? Probably, thinking back on it.

Damnit. You knew it was a bad idea to perform while he was there.

"I uh - I know you have someone you like," He started, eyes darting around the room while you tried to distract yourself by putting your guitar away.

"Ah, no what Ace was saying earlier," you murmured, "you can ignore it."

"Good." He breathed sounding relieved.

Good?

"What?"

Sabo's face, neck, and ears began turning shades of red and pink as he kept his eyes fixed on your fidgeting hands.

"The thing is...I've seen you sing before. Actually, every time." He rubbed his nape, "Marco showed us all the video from when he found you and..." he trailed off losing his words while your heart began to race.

"Sabo?" you whispered after a few seconds causing his eyes to snap up to your beautiful heart shaped face.

"You know all that stuff you say about yourself - it isn't true. Y-you're amazing F/N." he moved forward closing in the space between you, "It isn't just your voice or your face or that you're smarter and funnier than all of us."

You stared up at him, caught in the unbelievable surge of emotions flooding your senses. The world around you fell away as he gently tapped his forehead on yours.

"It's you." you blurted, "Th-the crush... I mean."

"Good." He chuckled placing a chaste kiss on your nose, "I really like you. All of you."

Song - Basket Case - Sara Bareilles

[spacecadetspe]

A snippet from last year…

Apr. 3, 2023

It feels like everything came together properly last night.

Had a great cathartic cry in the morning, had a home-cooked breakfast, went to the fair with my two favorite people in the world, took W back to his father, then went home and made ceviche and southwestern-style potatoes and watched anime with Fortitude until bedtime.

And then we got to work. The Forge has been repaired. I called Zoe, Phobetor, and Morpheus, and then called Patience's star, Amitabha, to meet us with his associates at Muspelheim.

The Captain of Surtr's Guard met me in a crushing hug and swung me around like a ragdoll (I do love the Jotnar so!) and led us into the Forge. After awhile, he murmured that we were getting close to Patience's cell.

"How can you tell?" Morpheus asked.

I rubbed my jaw. "It makes me want to clench my teeth," I replied.

The Captain nodded. "The gravity has changed."

Morpheus hummed and gestured at me. "I must be spending too much time around her; I can hardly feel it."

"It's not pleasant," I mumbled.

Patience's cell has a door four layers thick, with warding on top. Nobody was taking any chances with him, and that's fair. The menfolk all looked at me to make sure I wouldn't need an escort, but I knew I could do this on my own. The Captain let me in, and then warded the door behind me.

Patience and C were both curled up in the far corner of the room, and glared daggers at me when I entered.

"What do you want?" he growled.

I got straight to the point. "Father wants to know if you're still set on being the Virtue of Patience."

He raised his head a bit. "Why would that be a concern?"

I threw up my hands. "I don't know, John," I said, using his human name. "Maybe because you're at sixty wings and you haven't leveled up in awhile. You've been waffling so long He's not sure you're a good fit."

He finally turned his glare away. "It wasn't the most pressing thing at the time."

"Your identity isn't the most important thing?" I asked, rhetorically. "And you seriously wonder why he's testing you?"

C picked her head up. "All this was a fucking test?" she asked.

"That's the rumor."

"But why did it have to be me?" she cried.

I countered easily. "Your patron is the embodiment of death, honey. Did you think he was going to make an exception for you when it came to doing his job? And I know you didn't think to ask him about what you could learn from this, did you?"

A low, matter-of-fact voice spoke up. "Did you think it was only just you?" I turned and saw Thanatos leaned against the opposite corner of the room from them, to my left. "Shall I show you all the women and children who've lost their lives over the eons because they miscarried?"

C lowered her head. "I'd... rather you didn't."

"I figured," he said with a nod. "But you're acting like you're alone in this, and you're pushing away any attempt at comfort or camaraderie."

I folded my arms. "I saved your husband's soul three times. And you want to push away all Hope because you wanted to be mad and blame someone else for what happened to you. Every olive branch I have extended got slapped back in my face. It's come to the point where Sinmara out there has had to patch me up twice because of all the betrayals I've gone through." I lifted my shirt to show them the glowing runic stitches on my abdomen. "You might be the heart of the universe, C, but you are still just one person. And you're affecting billions of people because you can't stop hiding behind your own trauma." I cocked my head. "Not the smartest choice you could've made. But you know what?" I dropped my hands. "Fine. This is the last time I save your ass."

Patience snorted. "Why do you care?"

I paused, mostly for effect. "I have loved you since the day we met," I said. "I have always cared, and I've never stopped. Not even when I have my own shit to deal with. It never occurred to you that I didn't want you to bear my burdens, did it? It didn't occur to you that running the Dream World is nobody's picnic, and I'm doing that mostly on my own. You get all the fun reports of my adventures, but I don't tell you about the breakdowns, the revolutions, the rebellions, and the nastiness I have to put up with. And by the way, even though I've saved your ass three times, I have never had flaming debris raining down on two of the worlds I supervise because that's how destructive you got!"

I took a breath, and Thanatos patted my shoulder.

Finally, I let my shoulder relax. "So... I'll give you until the end of the year. Then I'll need to see if you're still Virtue material."

"And what if I'm not?" he asked

I shrugged. "That's fine. That's your choice. We'll find someone else to fill the role."

Patience looked at C. "But... she's my wife."

I shrugged again. "So? You're not guiding her. You're not letting any of your guides help you. If you're not going to do it, someone else has to pick up the slack."

"Well... what about me?" he stammered.

"It depends," I replied. "We don't have to be friends. But if you stand against me... if you get in my way... if you try to tear down all that I have built..." I lowered my gaze at him. "I will kill you."

"Seems a bit harsh..."

"Harsh?" I yelled. "You destroyed the both the Forge and the infirmary! The occupants of Muspelheim evacuated to the Dream World because of this!" I pressed my hands together. "We were friends once, so I'll ask you only once; do not fall back into depravity, or I will treat you like a threat. I have three hundred wings. You have sixty. You won't stand a ghost of a chance."

And I left them. I nodded to Phobetor and Morpheus to begin, and the Captain shut them in. I'll need to check on them sometime today. I hope they are all right, after that. They were working with at least four astral guides last night. They're probably exhausted.

[bakugotrashpanda]

Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 2: Life Goes On

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

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You’re suffering and it shows.

The following three weeks of your life are an absolute nightmare. The quality of sleep you get goes from fantastic to subpar. Sleeping on the couch to avoid the bedroom and the inevitable breakdown you’d have is the only logical choice to keep going.

And your suffering isn’t contained to your apartment. Your way to work is lined with advertisements and billboards of Midoriya. No matter where you go, you can’t avoid seeing him.

It doesn’t help that you don’t have anything to fill your time with. Staying home binge watching shows and crying into your meals only lasted a day or so. Typing, deleting, and retyping social media posts could only get you so far. And sitting in the darkness letting the soul crushing reality that you are in fact alone is your least favorite of the ways you spent your evenings. As a result, your work performance began to suffer.

It’s just a normal day of typing up your interrogation notes and staring off into space when an email pops up at your computer from your boss marked ‘urgent’. Your blood pressure and anxiety skyrocket.

Rubbing your hands on your pants, you knock on your boss’ door. She looks up from her keyboard and waves you in

“You wanted to see me?” you ask.

“Close the door.”

Never a good way to start a meeting. Sitting in the leather chair across from her, your boss takes off her glasses and rubs her temple.

She pulls out a stack of files. Complaints. “We need to talk about your performance.”

“What, are you going to fire me?” The sarcastic jab leaves your mouth before you can stop it.

Snapping her glasses back into place, she opens the top folder and glances at the report. “No, but you’ll be pulled from active duty if you don’t get your shit together. Showing up late, being abnormally callous during interrogations-”

You can’t hold back a snort. “Oh, so now you don’t like the way I talk to people?” Your job is to grill people – get information needed by any means necessary. “Should I just not speak ever again?”

“Insubordination.” Your boss sighs and takes off her glasses. A flash of irritation makes you want to reach over her desk and snap the glasses in half… Maybe she does have a point. She pinches the bridge of her nose, her brows scrunched together. “I get going through a breakup. I really do. But you need to leave the baggage at the door.”

There’s a pause as her words sink in. They simmer inside you, a low burning heat in your chest that slowly bubbles into anger. She gets going through a breakup?

Does she get being surrounded by nothing and yet everything at the same time? Does she get only being able to use half of what used to be a home? Does she understand that you have absolutely nothing going for you?

So yeah, you’re a little rough around the edges right now. And your fuse is a little short. And you probably should talk to someone about it, but you’re not going to. Not right now.

A breath you didn’t know you’re holding hisses out your nose. Message received; don’t be a dick at work.

“If that’s all,” you stand abruptly and wait for her to nod like she usually does to let you leave.

Except she doesn’t. “I’m recommending taking a week off. A soft reset may be just what you need.”

Icy dread shoots through your veins and extinguishes your anger. “Don’t,” you say softly. Your boss raises an eyebrow. Your knees weaken and you sink back into the chair. “Don’t make me take a week off. All I’m surrounded by in my apartment are memories I want to forget. Don’t make me spend a week by myself in that hellhole.” What the hell would you do with a week of probation?

Hard amber eyes soften slightly. Her head softly tilts side to side as if weighing the pros and cons of keeping you around. Sweat prickles your back the whole time. “One more day,” she decides. “I better not have a single complaint cross my desk, is that clear.”

“Crystal,” you murmur and stand. Your boss nods once and returns to her paperwork, the stack of complaints disappearing somewhere into the abyss of her desk again.

Christ. You didn’t think the break up was affecting you that much. Plastering on a smile, you sarcastically tell yourself to ‘think positive’ and head back onto the floor.

Back at your cubicle you look at your schedule. One more interrogation and then you could in theory clock off early. It should be easy, just another robbery where one of the guys got caught. He’s not spilling where the rest of his team is or where they stored the cash.

That’s where you come in – sweet talking your way into whatever information you want. If you lay your quirk on thick, you could have him wrapped around your little finger spouting off his personal banking details in a matter of minutes. And you’ll do everything by the book.

But, you might as well see what you’re working with before marching straight into the interrogation room. You head to the back room and see a coworker standing in the dark. The two-way mirror shows the criminal with a quirk inhibiting bracelet slapped on his wrist.

“I take it he’s not speaking?” you murmur.

“No.” Your coworker hides a smile by taking a sip of water. “But I know you’ll get the truth from him, Verity.” You watch the man fidget at the table and tug at the cuff – as if that would take it off or stop the terrifying feeling of having your quirk taken away from you. 

Gotcha right where I want you.

“I’ll get you a location,” you say confidently and leave. This’ll be a piece of cake.

“You always do.”

And you did. It took you a minute of talking to loosen the guy up before he responded, but once he did, he was yours. You charmed the information right out of him without over doing your quirk and made sure there would be nothing but glowing reports all around. Probation would be a nonissue for you.

A cold evening breeze kisses your cheeks as you leave the office. Averting your gaze from the giant screen advertising a new underwear brand with your ex as the model, you let your feet take you to your new favorite watering hole on autopilot.

The bar is a little hole in the wall favored by up-and-coming heroes and sidekicks. It’s less about schmoozing and elbow rubbing, and more about unwinding from the day with a cold one with friends. Plus the cook makes some of the best food for cheap. The few tables in the place aren’t filled yet, but give it an hour or so and you would find four or five people all squeezing together to fit at each.

You take your place at the bar – your new ‘usual’ spot and find a beer sliding your way.

“I’m gonna need something stronger than this,” you smile wryly at the bartender and take a sip from the bottle.

“How strong are you talking?” the bartender asks.

“Dealer’s choice,” you hum. Ten seconds later a shot glass filled with clear liquid is plopped in front of you.

“Bottoms up,” you salute before downing the shot. The beer you chase it with tastes like water in comparison. You nearly choke on it though when your eyes glance over at the TV in the corner.

“Too strong for ya?” the bartender asks, but you ignore him. The ticker tape headline sears your brain.

“Pro-Hero Deku and Uravity announce their relationship on social media.” Your drink turns to sludge in your mouth. Pro-Hero Deku fucking what? The alcohol burns in your mouth and the whole way down. Your stomach churns – from the news or the drink, you’re unsure.

Deku and Uravity. Two friends from highschool who decided to take their friendship to the next level. Lovers reunited at long last.

There’s no mention of you or the fact that Midoriya got out of a relationship almost a month ago down to the day in the report. All you can see are candid pictures of the two of them in public, looking all cute and shit. It makes you want to vomit. Or throw your bottle. Or both.

“Well if he’s fucking dating her, then I’m engaged to Dynamight,” you mutter to yourself. “Can I get a few more shots down here?”

Truth: You can’t escape your ex.

Truth: It hurts to know he moved on so quickly.

Lie: You can recall everything that happened at the bar.

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[the-blind-geisha]

Two Lost Souls Chapter 3

Description: She is merely a mako scientist–a cog in the machine like many others who work under the President Shinra. But just like all backbreaking and soul crushing jobs anybody could work for, she has her friends. And, most of all, she has him. An equally lost soul that does as ordered without question.

Pairing: Female!Reader x Sephiroth

Commission for: @martascully

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Here

“I thought I told you to leave me out of this,” Angeal grumbled to Milo.

Milo gave the warrior a funny side-eye. “Ah, when have you ever known me to listen?”

“Never, so I suppose that one is on me.”

The group was headed to Junon Harbor, hoping to grab a boat to head to the other continent. While a majority of places relied on chocobos to draw carriages, Shinra had vehicles and even aircrafts that allowed them to get from point A to B quicker than most of the world.

They were escorted by one of the Gelnika aircrafts, a rather large vessel they were testing out for military purposes (of course). If they could get flight time in with a few personnel on board to witness it, that would be a step in the right direction for clearing it in the future for use.

“Still a bit silly they can’t just let us use this to get across the ocean,” Milo mused aloud with a sigh. He fixed his jeweler’s loupe over his right eye, watching as the information blipped across the screen for him to internalize.

“Because it’s not safe,” Angeal reminded him. “Would you really want this thing to fly over open water only to have it explode? It’s a new prototype, mind you.”

“The fact they’re even trusting us at all with it is a miracle.” Milo turned a small knob on the side of his device, mind occupied with whatever his loupe was feeding him. “You’d think by now Shinra Corp would at least have an underground railway system put in place to make getting around easy—Eh…!”

Catching Milo’s sudden reaction, Angeal raised a brow. “Something wrong?”

The serious expression on the scientist melted into that of a smirk. “Ah, nothing. My mind was just wandering.” His green eyes shifted about, making sure nobody else was nearby. “Sooo, seeing as we’ll be stopping in Costa del Sol, how about we detour to The Gold Saucer like I suggested before?”

Angeal’s eyes narrowed, shaking his head. “You know you’ll land us all in trouble if you so much as suggest such a thing.”

Milo gave Angeal a pleading look—it made the SOLDIER groan. “Okay then, how about after Rocket Town? They can’t get mad if we arrive, report what needs reporting, and then enjoy some after work fun.”

His arms crossed, Angeal did everything he could to ignore the obvious puppy-dog look the scientist was giving him. Sighing in minor frustration, he shook his head. “Even if I said ‘no’, you’d still find a way to undermine me and my opinions regardless.”

“You know I will,” Milo chuckled with a wink.

Sephiroth found his time alone in the Research Room. He was looking at the available maps for the continents to see if anything of interest was about. A majority of the places he was well aware of given Shinra’s influence, but some were areas of interest if there was even a civilization of any sort residing there.

“Okay, okay, you got this,” the shy scientist muttered to herself as she bit at her lower lip. She had been pacing around just outside the Research Room where she knew Sephiorth was. “Just umm…make pleasant talk or something. I-I’m sure he’ll be fine with that.” She rubbed her face, trying to do everything in her power to bring the courage that was buried within her (somewhere) to the front.

Using the key card that she and the others were granted to access different areas of the Gelnika, she allowed herself inside.

Hearing the electric door slide open, Sephiroth’s green eyes looked over in her direction. He smiled, moving his attention away from the maps. “It’s good to see you.”

She wanted to remind him that they just boarded the aircraft a mere ten or so minutes ago, but she refrained. It was nice to just know he wasn't put off by her presence. “So umm, what are you up to? I’m mm..n-not interrupting anything, am I?”

Sephiroth shook his head, powering down the holographic map. “Not at all. I was merely interested in the area, as it’s not every day I am allowed to look at the surrounding territories unless Shinra directs me there.”

Her eyes widened briefly as if to substitute for a shrug. “Yeah, heh, that’s—that’s fair and true.” She was struggling to think of a topic that wouldn't be obvious she was flirting. “Do you have any ideas on our umm…our objective?”

“To seek out a suitable area for another Mako Reactor in Rocket Town as well as possibly destroy any monsters we encounter along the way.”

Hearing about monsters, she couldn't help but tremble a bit. It was one thing to hear stories about the creatures that SOLDIER and the others encountered, but it was another to actually be faced with the possibility of running into one in the flesh. “Y-You don't say…Heh!”

He could sense her anxiety, making him stifle a laugh at how innocent the whole experience was. “You don't need to worry. I’ll be taking the front with Zack while Genesis and Angeal will be at the rear. You and the other scientists will be fine between us.”

“I don't think I’ve met this Zack.” She pulled out her pocket computer, bringing up the SOLDIER database to look through the list of names. The name popped out at her, and she tapped it, accessing the information on this warrior.

“He’s yet to pass into 1st Class SOLDIER, but that’s what the majority of his training lately is to encourage,” Sephiroth explained, allowing her to take Zack’s information. “Angeal has been tasked with training him, but there are moments I’ve been asked to do so as well.”

She nodded, powering down her device. “He seems to be quite impressive as far as skills are concerned. Given you and Angeal are the best of the umm best, I am sure he’ll succeed in no time!”

Sephiroth shook his head with a smile. “If you say so.”

A page rang out about the aircraft.

“We’ll be arriving shortly at Junon Harbor in ten minutes.”

Sephiroth placed his hand upon the middle of her back, escorting her out the door and to the hallway. “We should probably take a seat before it lands. I don't trust it will be stable.”

She was relieved he couldn't see how much of a mess she was at just him touching her. If there was a readout of her brain activity, it would show that she had basically flatlined.

Junon wasn't exactly a pleasant place. Just like Midgar, it was clouded with such smog on the outside that the air was far from pleasant. Sadly, given how each one had grown up in Midgar for quite a few years, it was easy to ignore for the most part.

“I’m hoping Rocket Town has better air to breathe,” Civia sighed, checking the CO2 levels with her goggles.

“I’m shocked someone like you isn’t used to the shit air we breathe daily back in the city,” Milo chuckled.

“I’ll have you know I was born and raised in the Icicle Inn before joining Shinra sometime ago!”

The shy scientist laughed nervously, wishing the two would stop bickering while they were on this journey. “We umm…we’re still working, guys. It’s probably for the better that we don't gripe about work, all things considered.”

Sad to say that the Shinra Corp had eyes and ears nearly everywhere. Talking about them in a negative way was never advised. Leaving their corporation was even for the worse as you could be assasinated for it.

“Oh, are these the scientists you mentioned?”

That was a new voice. Civia and Milo paused in their banter to acknowledge the new recruit from SOLDIER.

“Yes, unfortunately,” Angeal joked. He introduced each one by name before motioning back to the spiky, raven haired SOLDIER. “Everyone, this is Zack Fair. He’ll be joining us. If at all possible, I would like for him to be the one to handle any monsters with us giving him as little backup as needed.”

“That umm… seems like a heavy responsibility,” the shy scientist confessed. “A-Are you sure he’ll be okay?”

Genesis shook his head, ignoring the idea that this Zack would handle everything just fine on his own. Sephiroth took notice but said not a thing. He merely placed his hand reassuringly on the mako scientist's shoulder.

“He’ll be alright. He’s battled far worse.”

Genesis nodded down the road ahead. “We better hurry. The ship is waiting for us at the dock.”

Taking in her surroundings, she looked to Sephiroth to notice his mind appeared to be occupied still. It was so unusual to see him this focused all the time. Granted, she never really caught him on the job that frequently. Not on the field, anyways.

“Are you alright?” She wanted to reach over and grab his hand, but she resisted—for some reason. Maybe because Milo and the others were nearby watching.

Sephiroth hummed aloud, looking down at her with that gentle look she rarely got out of him. It was nice to see every once in a while. “Ah, I am just planning out the road ahead.”

“All of that is prepared for us,” Genesis felt the need to remind his friend. “I wouldn't focus on something that isn't necessary.”

“Then you don't know Sephiroth all that well,” Angeal joked with a smirk.

The mako scientist stifled her own laugh. “It’s alright to just relax every now and again, you know.”

Sephiroth’s green eyes shifted down towards her once more. He didn't say anything, but he smiled in acknowledgement that it was another moment she hadn't stuttered nervously about him.

The boat ride was far more enjoyable for her than the aircraft. While she could hardly say she was born on the sea or in the air, the sea was just a bit more hospitable for her taste. Seeing as she didn't use boats often for travel, she was a bit shocked she didn't get sea sick right away.

She still remained sitting down, trying to fight the urge to look at her pocket computer. The last thing I need is to get horribly sick on this boat in front of him, she thought with a nervous sensation in her stomach.

The electronic door opened, and while she half expected Milo or Civia to show up, it was actually Zack.

She waved in greeting. In his curious look alone, she could tell he was hunting for something. “Hey, Zack. Do you need something?”

“Ah, I was half expecting Sephiroth or maybe Angeal to be around here.” He crossed his arms, lowering his head in thought. “Mm, isn't one of them your charge or something? I think Angeal told me something about that.”

For once there was somebody oblivious to her feelings about Sephiroth. That was a first and she embraced it. She couldn't help but laugh either way. “Ah, Angeal is Milo’s charge, or rather…those two can be reversed, depending on how you want to see their relationship.” She tried to keep her composure as she continued, “As for Sephiroth, yes, I am the scientist who kind of watches over him, but he doesn't stay at my side all the time.”

“Huh. That’s funny.” Zack rubbed the back of his head. Confusion was written all over his face. “I thought Angeal and even Milo said you and Sephiroth were at the very least inseparable.”

Hearing that, she did her best to ignore how hot her face was getting. “I-I-Ignore them!”

Noticing her response, Zack hummed a bit louder as if having stumbled upon some piece of a puzzle he was putting together. “Ah-ha! So it’s true then!”

Again with this. She recognized the tone instantly. “Oh, will you stop it?” she grumbled. “I don't need all of Shinra Corp to know about my feelings for him.”

He could tell she was just embarrassed, making him stifle a laugh. “Okay, okay.” Zack raised his hands, trying to lower her emotions towards him. He still thought it was funny, her response. “So, has he asked you out or anything?”

“N-No! Of course he hasn't!” She didn't mean to yell that, but it was so embarrassing to have someone she just met being so nosey about her personal life.

“Ooh, well that’s weird.” Zack cradled his chin, thinking of why that could be. “I would think someone like him would be more forward or something. I mean, I asked a girl out on a date not too long ago, and that went fine. I’d like to think he has far more courage than I do.”

She covered her face, trying her best to not let her emotions show. Of course, she was doing a lousy job.

“Ah, why are you down here by yourself then?” Zack grabbed her wrist, pulling her up from where she was sitting. “Come on! He’s probably above deck or something. I can help you find him.”

“Wa-Wa-Wait! St-Stop it! I can’t—!”

“Yes you can,” Zack interrupted with a playful laugh.

Damn him for being so strong. It was impossible for her to even pry a finger loose where her wrist was concerned, and before she knew it, she was above deck making quite the scene. When the eyes on the boat looked her way, she quickly silenced herself and just went along with it. The quieter she was now, the less painful it would be.

After looking everywhere he could, Zack finally found Sephiroth at the back of the boat. “Ah, there he is. It sure took a while.” Grabbing onto her shoulders, he pushed her forward gently. “Go on then!”

She almost stumbled. Catching herself, she released a heavy sigh before nervously making her way towards Sephiroth. “Why umm, why are you all the way back here? Alone?”

The SOLDIER just smiled, shaking his head. “I would hardly say I’m alone now, wouldn't you agree?”

“I-I didn't mean to barge in—!”

“It’s alright.” Sephiroth said in haste, opening his hand for her to take. “Come.”

Seeing his invitation to join him, she felt her heart twisting painfully in her chest. Walking closer, she slipped her hand into his to stand beside him. “S-Sorry. It uh… It was—.”

“Zack’s idea? I heard him a moment ago.” Sephiroth stifled a laugh.

I’m sure it was somebody else’s, she thought to herself with a shake of her head. “Anyways, I don't mean to bother you.”

“You’re not bothering me.” His expression was so gentle for a man of war. It wasn't something she was used to seeing. “I do hope you’ll forgive me for seemingly keeping my distance lately. I just…” Sephiroth stalled, wondering if he should even go further with his thoughts.

“Just…what?” She was nervous to pry. Was it something she had done?

He looked about them, making sure nobody was nearby. All he wanted was the wind to carry his words away and for her to keep them secretly locked in her heart. “It will sound silly when I say this, but I promise you that I mean every word.” Witnessing the eager look on her face, he turned away for a moment to admire the sea once more. “I just feel I can be myself around you, and I don't want that emotion to ever be fleeting.”

“What do you mean…?”

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, smiling once more. It was another rare moment she didn't fall over her own words. Each time that ever happened, he had mentally taken note. Not because it was daunting, but because he was trying to find a way to make her feel more at ease when around him. Whatever he could say or do to make the atmosphere feel less pressured for her, he’d do it.

“People often harbor emotions for another without bothering to know the person in question. It’s only their reputation they love more often than not,” Sephiroth confessed. His hand remained on hers, and his grip tightened for a mere moment before his thumb rubbed over the back of her hand. “The fanclub that Shinra insists SOLDIER 1st Class fighters have is…it muddies the waters to a point I often cannot sense when someone’s emotions for me are to be honest or merely just the heat of the moment.” He shook his head. “How long have we known one another now?”

She thought this might be a test. In all honesty, it was hard to keep track. “Umm…About…three years now? I think?”

“Only three? Mm, time sure does fly, doesn't it?” He brought her hand closer to his chest. Her heart felt as though it would burst at any moment. She couldn't even think straight. “I thank you for being patient with me—for being here with me.”

All the words she wanted to say were traffic jammed in her mind. If she wanted to speak, she was certain she’d make a fool of herself, so she said nothing. She merely nodded.

Milo used the jeweler’s loupe to enhance the scene before him as he hid out of sight right around the corner with Angeal and Zack.

“Close! Close!” Milo chanted quietly.

“You remind me of that annoying protagonist in a romance novel sometimes,” Angeal scolded with a shake of his head.

“Says the man who also teases his friend for not confessing how he feels to the woman he obviously loves,” said Milo with a wave of his finger.

Zack grinned widely at the playful remark from his mentor’s scientist.

Angeal looked over at Zack with a mischievous scowl. “You’re just as bad for helping him.”

“Drat,” Civia grumbled on the other side of the cabin, watching the scene unfold. “I swear, we need to lock them both in a room when we get to Rocket Town.”

“Never would have guessed out of all the things Sephiroth wasn't great at it was confessing his feelings,” Genesis murmured.

The arrival at Costa del Sol was a bit of a relief for the quieter scientist. She wanted to grab Milo and shake him for being so open about how she felt about Sephiroth to someone like Zack, but she’d have to wait till she was alone with him to have that chance.

“Should we stay here or continue onward?” Genesis asked, looking to Sephiroth.

He shook his head. “It’s best we continue to Rocket Town.”

Civia brought up a holographic map from her own pocket computer to get a general idea of where it would be best to go. “If we have a means of transportation, we can probably get to Rocket Town just fine. However…” She enlarged the map, pointing to the road that led towards the mountains. “There is a town not far from here, North Corel I believe it’s called.”

“I would advise staying away from there,” Sephiroth insisted. “I’ve heard they’re…less than welcoming to anybody from Shinra.”

“Oh. Right,” Civia sighed. “The mako reactor explosion, was it?”

Milo frowned when hearing that for some reason, crossing his arms with a shake of his head. “That’s what the documents say.”

The shy scientist could tell he was hiding something, but she did her best not to dive deeper into why he was being so cryptic on the matter. Perhaps it was for the better.

“Shame,” Angeal remarked with a hidden laugh, “That’s the only way in which you’d be able to get to The Gold Saucer, from what I am aware of.”

Hearing that, Milo grumbled. “Well, aren't you supposed to be training Zack? Seeing as there is the old mako reactor, why don't we head through the mountains and get to the town anyways to take a small detour from Rocket Town?”

The other scientist opened her pocket computer to bring up a few files and numbers she had on hand. “Well, umm…I could get a Shinra vehicle to pick us up if—.”

Milo ran to her side and brought her in close with a goofy grin. “We could do that—OR we could go off and have some fun at The Gold Saucer.”

Civia shook her head while Genesis pinched the bridge of his nose to quell a headache. The two of them were no doubt questioning how someone like Milo managed to make it into the Shinra company to begin with.

“Sephiroth,” Angeal began sternly, “it’s your call either way.”

Sephiroth knew what the company would want, but he couldn't say he was one to always follow direct orders. Odd to admit to even himself, as he was supposed to be the shining example of SOLDIER 1st Class. He felt her eyes on him, making Sephiroth look at her in turn. He tried to understand what she might want over himself or someone like Milo.

To be honest, she was thinking about all the times she used to frequent The Gold Saucer. There were many old yet pleasant memories surrounding the place. She didn't want to sway Sephiroth to take such a detour as she worried it would land them all in trouble.

He nodded over his shoulder. “There will be plenty of monsters to fight along the way…” His voice trailed off as he headed for the entrance of Costa del Sol. “...to The Gold Saucer.”

Everyone muttered a sound of confusion as Milo cheered with his hands in the air.

“Ya-ha! Awesome!” He leaned against Angeal. “I can’t wait to show you how I managed to get the gil needed to pay off my student loans! Chocobo racing is the way to go!”

“So you gambled.” Angeal shook his head teasingly at the thought as they all set out for North Corel.

“Oh, c’mon, don't say it like that,” the mako scientist scoffed.

The way through the mountains wasn't something she was used to. For some time now, she had mostly lived in Midgar, using public transportation or just walking down a road that was as flat as a surface could be. Having to watch her footing and even be aware of her surroundings was something completely new.

Noticing her struggling where some of the rocky terrain was concerned, Sephiroth offered her his hand. “Be careful. I don't need you to trip and hurt yourself.”

She accepted his help, sliding down the nearby rock to join him. “Th-Thank you…”

“We better be alert,” Genesis piped in. “Quite a few monsters have been documented to roam these lands.”

Civia’s entire body tensed as she held her miniature computer close to her chest. “You mean like that thing!”

Every SOLDIER grabbed onto their weapons the moment they felt the energy swell around them. It wasn't a normal looking bird, that was for sure. To anybody who saw this monster from afar, it would appear as such, but at closer inspection, it was obviously mutated with its size far larger than that of a normal bird. Even a single thin horn upon its head showed it was now more classified as a monster.

Sephiroth urged his charge behind himself, getting on the defensive as he watched the monster summon three others to join the fight.

“Be on your guard!” Genesis ordered, not sure what to do with three defenseless scientists on the battlefield. He grabbed Civia’s shoulder and urged her to his side as he raised his weapon in case he needed to cast a barrier of protection.

One of the monsters unleashed an attack that Sephiroth recognized as Thunder Kiss. Harnessing Wall, he managed to lessen the damage he himself would take, making sure the woman beside him suffered nothing.

“Zack!” Angeal ordered as he grabbed the large Buster Sword to assist his colleague in taking down one of the Needle Kiss monsters.

Milo’s demeanor switched. It was the first time anybody would see him turn serious in a long while. Moving his coat sleeve up and out of the way, he showed a device he had on his arm. Pressing a single button, he activated a shield for himself. The lightning rocketed off of the barrier he created, but the percentage value lowered just a bit from the damage it took.

That’s something at least, he thought to himself.

Zack used the sword he had been entrusted with to slice down one of the Needle Kiss creatures while Angeal took down the other, leaving only one alive. His eyes locked with Angeal’s, and it was in that moment Zack knew he had to continue to down the monsters alone.

Swinging the sword once more, he delivered a crushing blow with a simple Ice level I accompanying his attack. The creature took heavy damage, falling to the ground where its body evaporated—returning to the lifestream.

Resting his weapon on his shoulder, Zack looked to the others with a wink and a nod. “I’ll go on ahead and clear the way!”

“Don’t overdo it,” Angeal cautioned. “If you need assistance, we won’t be far behind.”

Zack nodded, heading onward just over the hill.

“Are you sure he’ll be okay?” Civia questioned, pulling from Genesis’ side.

“He should be.” Sephiroth looked to his charge with a furrowed brow. “Are you alright?”

Words failed her. All she could do was nod for the time being. “What about you? You took that attack for both of us.”

Sephiroth shrugged. “The Wall materia managed to absorb most of it. I will be fine.”

Angeal noted the device on Milo’s arm he was messing with. “Impressive response to that attack. I wasn't expecting you to have anything like that prepared.” He sheathed his sword, while the scientist lowered the shield.

“Ah, it is a work in progress,” Milo confessed. “While I don't expect to ever become a fighter, I do have a way to keep myself protected.” Remembering what Angeal just said, he flinched. “...And yet you let it almost hit me? How kind of you, SOLDIER 1st Class…”

Sephiroth couldn't help but laugh.

Zack managed to clear the path ahead for everybody just fine on his own. The mako scientists expected he would have problems but nothing arised. Even when Civia ran a scan on him, everything turned up normal.

Getting past North Corel (what remained of it, anyways) and to the ropeway that would take them to The Gold Saucer was easy enough. The moment Sephiroth showed up, a lot of the people hid in their makeshift homes.

It wasn't the response anybody was expecting to see. At least, not the one Civia, Milo, and the other scientist were expecting anyways.

She ran to his side, grabbing at Sephiroth’s arm. “Your name must be heard far and wide, huh?”

“Shinra and their SOLDIERS are far more infamous than you give them credit for,” Sephiroth whispered to her.

She could tell he was being melancholy about something, but she didn't press the topic. Instead, she quietly got onto the ropeway ride to head to the amusement park in the sky. It had been a long time since she last had been there—far too long.

It was as bright and loud as she remembered. Nothing had changed. Not even that old Welcome sign. The moment they left the ropeway ride, Milo was already eager to grab Angeal and haul him away to the chocobo racing side of The Gold Saucer.

“Come on, come on! This way!”

Angeal sighed, following behind Milo whether he wanted to do so or not. Zack and Genesis couldn't help but take note of the Battle Square, wondering if Sephiroth wanted to join.

He shook his head. “I’ll be fine, really. Why don't you both go on ahead?”

Civia found herself worried about being out having fun when this wasn't what Shinra wanted them to do. “Somebody has to keep those two from causing trouble,” she muttered, following behind Genesis and Zack. “Wait for me!”

Sephiroth looked over at the last scientist remaining. “It’s just you and me now, isn't it?”

“Yeah,” she chuckled with a shrug. “Have you…been here before?”

Sephiroth shook his head. “Not really. I’ve never had a reason to. However, I am to believe you seem to have a fondness of the place.”

“H-How did you know that?”

He smiled with an innocent tilt of his head. “There was a way your eyes seemed to light up when Milo mentioned the place. It wasn't because of an eagerness to unwind, but it felt far more personal than that.” He motioned over his shoulder. “Come. I am sure you can show me around.”

“Yes, I…I actually can.” She took his hand, leading him through the many attractions that The Gold Saucer had to offer. Intentionally, she avoided the Battle and Chocobo Square knowing that was where the others were. She just wanted a moment alone with him.

The Wonder Square. That would be the perfect spot. It had a lot of fun minigames and even just a nice place to see the view of the world from up high.

Sephiroth admired the appearance of it, not expecting something like an amusement park to have anything resembling Midgar. “Well, this place is quite charming. Did you come here often?”

She replayed her old childhood memories and shook her head. “No, it was actually the Chocobo Square I went to often as my parents used to raise chocobos to race.” She shrugged. “I didn't want to go there for obvious reasons. I could use a small break from Milo, even if he’s a friend.”

“More than understandable.” He did his best to hide his laugh. Noting her looking up at him as if trying to figure something out, he gave her a curious gaze in return. “Something the matter?”

“N-No, it’s just…it’s not often I get to see you laugh. It’s…I dunno how to say it, but it’s just nice to see or even hear every now and again.”

Sephiroth reached over, the side of his finger gracing under her chin. “Afraid this world robbed me of the wish to laugh let alone smile sometimes. But I guess it resurfaces when around the right people.”

“Ah! Hey there!”

The voice wasn't one either of them recognized. She almost wanted to say it was Milo given how energetic it was, but the tone had an accent she couldn't place. The two of them looked around, wondering who was calling out to them.

“Down here! Down here!”

They glanced at their feet, and it was there that the two were met with a rather curious sight. Sephiroth couldn't say it was a familiar being, but the scientist tensed and wondered if it could truly be the same thing…

A black and white tuxedo looking cat with a golden crown and a red cape. It was that toy Reeve had her help with—it had to be. Cait Sith.

“You two adventurers must be here to test your luck, aren't you? I’ll have you know, I can predict your fortunes! Anything you like! Just tell me what you need answers for, and I’ll give it my best!”

“Fortunes?” Sephiroth parroted. Never had he confronted a fortune teller before.

“Yes siree!” The animatronic cat posed rather victoriously. “I can predict your future regarding business or even your love life, if you so wish!”

Her face felt as though it was on fire. “N-No! That won’t be necessary!”

“Oh really?” Sephiroth noted her response, finding it adorable. What could it harm either way? Their future was theirs to make their own. “Alright, how about our future—the two of us, together?”

Hearing such a thing, she felt she would faint. I swear to the gods, Reeve, if you’re somehow controlling this thing—! She wanted to believe that wasn't the case. How in the world would he be able to get the toy even up to The Gold Saucer in merely a few weeks time? And more to the point, why was it even stationed here?

Cait Sith tapped the side of his head, humming to himself before motioning his hands about to reveal a slip of paper in one of his gloves. It was like a magic trick at best. “Let’s see here…” He brought it close to his squinty eyes to read it over. “Love, because it is the only true adventure you will share—embrace the chaos and the bumpy roads ahead.”

“How interesting,” Sephiroth said softly to himself. “Sounds positive, at least.”

“Well, all love is fraught with hardships, but if you work hard, you can persevere!” Cait Sith posed once more in another victory stance, his white tipped tail wagging back and forth.

This was becoming embarrassing. “Th-Thank you so much! I-I don’t think we—!”

“You know, couples usually go to the Round Square to enjoy the gondola ride that is there,” the animatronic suggested. “Why don't you both go there for a spell?”

“Thank you!” she shouted, grabbing Sephiroth’s hand and hurrying in that direction. “That umm sounds like a wonderful idea!” She hadn't realized how quickly she was jogging to get away from that fortune teller Reeve was no doubt controlling. I help that man and this is how he repays me, she thought, nervously sweating. Oh gods, Sephiroth is gonna hate me for this!

“You can slow down,” Sephiroth encouraged, digging his heels into the ground to prevent her from carrying onward. “Is something the matter?”

She hadn't even gotten to the Round Square by the time he stopped her. “I’m…Maybe it’s better we go somewhere private to talk that doesn't have a limit on it.” She thought for a moment. “Mm, Ghost Square has the inn, so let’s head there for now.”

It was a haunted mansion, but she had to confess, it held a lot of memories she remembered fondly and even cringed at. She wouldn't forget being so scared of ever trying to sleep in the inn when she was a child, worried it was actually haunted. Wasting no time in putting down GP for a room, she was glad to finally be alone.

She wasn't sure she should even tell Sephiroth that the toy was actually a creation of Reeve’s. From what she knew, Reeve was trying to hide it.

“I’m…sorry about all of this,” she whispered.

Sephiroth sat beside her on the bed. “About what exactly?”

“Everybody is just…trying really hard to kinda be too personal where we’re concerned.”

He wasn't sure what to say to that at first. His brow furrowed, and she worried she might have said something he was either oblivious to or didn't want to acknowledge. A sigh parted from his lips as he shook his head. “I would be lying if I said it was bothersome.” He smiled, his hands folded in his lap. “I notice it, but I feel if I pretend I don't, it would make it less stressful for you.”

“E-Eh? Oh, umm…Please, it’s not like that at all.”

His green, glowing eyes looked her over in the dimly lit room. “It isn't? Then please, tell me why it embarrasses you so.”

“I, mm…” What could she say? “I worry that…I won’t exactly meet your…expectations.”

He frowned for the first time in awhile. It wasn't the response he was expecting. “What expectations of mine do you assume I have?”

She shook her head, hearing all too well there was a tenor of melancholy to his words. “I just look at you and feel like I don't deserve you. I mean, look at me. I’m this bumbling, nervous mako scientist that can hardly get a coherent thought out when I’m around you.”

“Shouldn't I have a say in that?” He reached over, grabbing her hand and holding it in such a way that reminded her of someone begging in their own way not to let go. “As for being ‘bumbling’ as you so put it…” Sephiroth tried to reach for her cheek but he recoiled his fingers halfway there. Finding the courage to continue, his gloved hand rested upon her cheek. “There have been two moments in which you didn't stutter. There have been others, but those are the two most recent.”

Her eyes widened, a bit speechless.

“I count, not because I am annoyed, but because it is nice to see you comfortable around me and what we’re doing together.” Sephiroth shook his head, his fingers slowly pulling from her cheek. “Not many are at ease in my presence. With you, I know it is a matter of wanting to express yourself but worry of seeming like a fool.” His brow wrinkled as he nodded at nothing in particular. “You are no fool. Everything you’ve said and done, I find to be endearing.”

Tears blinded her vision. She knew Sephiroth was a patient man, but she didn't think he would be this patient and understanding with her. Throwing her arms around him, she fell into his embrace. It may have startled the SOLDIER, but he easily accepted her hug in a moment of seconds.

The cold night was soon warmed. She smiled brightly, even if unseen by him. “Thank you, Sephiroth,” she whispered. “I…”

She remembered an old saying: actions speak louder than words. Gently, she pushed away from his chest and looked up at the warrior sitting beside her. Her hands cradled his cheeks, encouraging him closer to her and it was there she kissed him.

Thank you so much for commissioning me!! I had fun writing this! ;w;

[cursingtoji]

𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

timeskip draken x f!reader

summary: working in a motorcycle shop has always been a cool job, mainly when you had a caring boss like Ken Ryuguji, but things take a dark turn when you’re brought into his dark past.

cw: violence, bonten arc spoilers, contextualized in the last timeline before takemichi travels back.

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miniseries — part 1 / ?

“Need a ride home?”

Inui pulled you out of your thoughts on his way out of the shop.

“No, i’ll stay late tonight, thank you though” you waved him goodbye as he exited.

For weeks now you’ve been staying till after closing on the bike shop, where you started working as a gig, doing a little bit of everything, from sales to placing orders. Now, almost a year after you started to work here, Draken, your boss and the shop’s owner asked if you wanted to learn more about the mechanical aspects of motorbikes after he caught you several times peeking when he or Inui were changing parts, an offer you quickly accepted.

For that you had to stay after hours watching and listening while he explained to you what he was doing.

Draken was a great boss, his love for bikes was clear by the way he took care of them and the shop he took so long to build, what you respected the most about him was the way he dealt with customers, he never tried to gain more money off their lack of knowledge on motorbikes, if he noticed a customer was being rude to you or inui he would immediate step up, his height alone intimidating them, his dominating aura and deep voice asking if there was a problem always made the impolite customer back away and apologize.

Over the months you’ve grown to respect him a lot, and even develop a little crush, something you would not tell a single soul about. draken was not very easy to read, even after spending several weeks alone with him you still had no idea if he had some kind of interest in you as you had in him, so you just buried your stupid crush deep down to not get in the way of your job.

“You haven’t tightened this right, undo it and try again” he pointed to the part you had just screwed in, you were sitting on the floor following his instructions, by the time you were done with that day’s “class” your clothes had oil stains all over it.

“It seems like i’ll have to get you a jumpsuit too” he pointed to the black spots all over your shirt and jeans, usually he and inui wore jumpsuits that prevented their clothes from being dirty but you didn’t need one till now, since you worked in the admin part of the shop.

“Please tell me these are easy to remove” you pouted looking down at your white shirt.

“Why do you think our jumpsuits always have stains on them?” he patted your back, crossing the room to throw you a fabric to clean your dirty hands.

“I really liked this shirt” you mumbled sad for having to throw that away.

“I'll get you a new one, now pick your things, I will take you out to eat something” his sudden invite made your heart skip a beat.

“Oh… that’s not necessary Ken” you waved your hands.

“I know, but I want to” he passed by you to go to the back room and change, not before stopping to rub a thumb on your cheek removing another oil stain you haven’t realized was there.

You stood in the middle of the room frozen for a second, mouth agape realizing you couldn’t go out with oil stained clothes like that.

When he returned with a black jacket and black jeans you had already taken your own jacket and purse.

“Ken, do you mind if we stop by my place so I can get clean clothes? I live nearby”.

“Sure, here” he handed you an extra helmet, only then you realized you would be riding a bike with him, being too close to comfort. Of course tagging along in a bike ride was not news for you, you had inui giving you rides all the time and that was completely normal, the blond was almost like a brother to you, but you would be with draken now, your boss and the reason of your daydreams.

“Let me just set up the alarm” you finished your usual routine of closing down the shop before meeting him outside.

You took a second to admire his side profile looking away lost in thoughts while straddling his precious motorcycle, day after day you realized how hard it was getting to not develop feelings for Draken, not when he had such good work ethics and looked like a fucking model.

“Ready?” he confirmed once you approached tying the helmet on your chin and hoping behind him, “Hold tight, I'm not slow like inui” he smiled and waited till your arms were around his waist to drive off.

The cool breeze of the night was very welcomed when you had a big body like Ken's to warm you up. Being around him was comforting, you two could stay in the same room for hours in silence and it wasn’t weird, or even talk about some random topic and forget to do any work.

You rested your head on his back, arms still tight around him as you tried to not palm his abdomen.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I would hate if you fell off” he turned to murmur to you once you two stopped at the red light.

“I won't,” you giggled “turn on the next right, that’s my street” you instructed once the light turned green, the bike's engine being the only sound in the quiet night.

Draken stopped in front of the place you pointed at, a small house in the small neighborhood.

“I won’t take long” you hopped off the bike removing the helmet.

“Hey, just to be clear…” Ken took his helmet off too, slightly turning around to meet your eyes, even sitting on the bike while you were standing he still hovered over you, “this is a date”.

You blinked a few times processing what he just said and if you understood it right.

“Unless you don’t want to—“

“No! I mean— yes, I-I want to” your face heated up as Draken smiled down at you.

“Alright” he assured and you quickly made your way into your place to change as fast as you could.

You unlocked the front door and immediately ran up to your bedroom on the second floor removing your clothes on the way and picking up fresh ones from your closet.

“Fuck” you cursed your image on the mirror noticing it was dirty still from the mechanical work you were doing, you washed it quickly and returned to your wardrobes to pick a new shirt and a pair of jeans, looking for a sweatshirt but it was nowhere to be found until you remembered it was on the dryer machine so you ran down the stairs to get it.

That was until a gloved hand covered your mouth and held your arms.

Outside Draken waited for you to come back, his eyes began to wander the street looking at the houses. A car passed with the lights on, illuminating the dark street, what caught his eye that moment was the reflex of the light on a bike he thought he knew too well.

He got up from his place to go check it from up close, any other person wouldn’t notice the bike from the spot in front of your house since the bike was far down the street, but Draken worked with them everyday, he could make every part of a bike you pointed at from a mile away, and that specific model the one he built for Akashi Takeomi back on his Brahman days.

Draken knew, for that first bike to be on this part of the town, on his employee street, something was off.

You tried to scream and get rid of the intruder's hands kicking and trying to elbow him.

“Feisty, huh” he murmured into your hair.

Your heart was beating so fast you thought you were going to have a heart attack.

Who the fuck was that? What were they doing in your house?

Your front door was kicked off distracting the intruder for a second, enough for you to elbow his stomach and run away bumping on something and almost falling on the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of strong arms holding you.

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he slightly bent to get closer to your face, only then you realized there were tears running down your face.

“T-There—“ before you could come up with a sentence Draken pulled you back, using his body as a shield when a dark figure came from nowhere with a rebar to knock him.

Draken was faster, holding the rebar with his bare hands before it hit him or you.

You were frozen in your spot behind him, not understanding why your boss was fighting with a stranger in your house.

Draken punched the stranger until he was fallen down on your living room floor, even after the masked man seemed unconscious, Draken was still looking around.

“Ken we have to call the polic—“

“Shh” he lifted a finger to you, bending down to pick the rebar and slowly walk around.

“Draken-kun” a voice called from the kitchen, the house was dark yet you could see the man's features from the street light peering through the window.

The man’s hair was slid back, a long scar adorning his face and a cigarette hanging off his mouth.

“Takeomi”.

Draken knew the second stranger in your house and that was terrifying.

“Sorry for that, we didn’t know you would be here too” he took a drag of the cigar, the masked stranger started to awake.

“You just wanted to hurt her then?” your boss asked.

“No no, we just wanted to take her and blackmail you, man”

“Blackmail me for what?”

“To work for Bonten”

a/n: this is so random idek, stay tuned ig :)

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[lollypopsx]

Yes please do a part 2

But Daddy I Love Him - Part 2

Part 1

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"Ok...alright. Yeah, cheers Niall. See you in a bit" Harry sighs and hangs up the phone. He groans and rubs his hand down his face.

He slumped back into his chair, it had been an hour since Ivy had stormed out of his office, the red mist had finally cleared from his vision, but he still felt anger bubbling inside him.

You had gone downstairs to make some pasta for dinner. Harry had muttered that he wasn't hungry, and you were yet to deal with the wrath from Ivy's temper.

You placed a plate in front of Isla and kissed her head gently. She looks up at you sadly. "Mum, why are Daddy and Ivy mad?" She frowns.

You sigh softly. "Adult problems babe. Nothing for you to worry about" You sigh, heading upstairs and knocking on Ivy's door. "Vee? It's me..." You whisper softly and head inside.

She looks up at you with tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes as you walk in and towards her on her bed.

"If you're here to shout at me too then I'm leaving..." She mutters, getting up and walking over to her window, staring at the sunset.

"I'm not going to shout. I just want to talk to you" You sigh. "I understand why you didn't tell us about you and Tommy...but you need to be more careful...not just about sex...but at this age...relationships can be hard. Especially being well known like we all are...but why didn't you tell me Vee?"

"We are careful! I didn't tell you because I knew you'd tell dad and I just didn't want him to know" Ivy shrugs, folding her arms stubbornly.

"What you said to him wasn't ok Ivy...He worked so hard while he was away when you were younger..." You sigh. "But...I know he said things he shouldn't have too"

"Yeah well...he said what he said. And I said what I said"

"Did you really mean it?..." You sigh, knowing the answer yourself, but you wanted her to realise. "I don't know yet" She admits. "I just don't see why he can't let me be happy."

You agreed, but you knew it would sort itself out in time. "...Dinner's ready" You whisper, squeezing her shoulder.

"Not hungry" She mutters and slumps into the armchair by her window.

You nod and head downstairs, the doorbell ringing just as you get to the bottom of the stairs. You furrow your brows and open the door.

"Niall! Hi" You give him a smile as he engulfs you in a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry about getting dragged into this..." You admit sheepishly.

"Nonsense, we just need to speak about this like adults. Don't we Tommy?" He chuckles softly, pulling in Tommy's shoulder into the hallway.

"Y/N I..." Tommy frowns.

"I'm not mad at you Tommy" You interrupt him with a smile. "Harry isn't either...he's mad at Ivy, not you sweetie" You hug him tightly.

He nods and lets out a sigh. "You know what, maybe you can do a better job at calming her down. Go on" You smile and nod your head to the stairs.

"Will Harry be ok with that?" He gulps.

"You're both adults...and so is he. I'll make sure he's alright with it" You chuckle.

"So you didn't know anything either?" Harry sighs, sitting at the sofa with Niall, who shook his head. "No clue Haz, not til you mentioned it. Although I can't say I'm surprised...they've been head over heels for each other since they were little kids. Childhood crushes" He chuckles.

"What?...Really?!...And...you're ok all this?!" Harry raises an eyebrow, more in confusion than anger.

"Well...why wouldn't I be? I love Ivy, she'd never hurt a soul, and Tommy is a true Horan. They've known each other their whole lives, and they were best friends way before they fell in love." Niall shrugs.

"And you're fine with them sleeping together?!" Harry shakes his head.

"Oh come on H, when we were 17, we were touring round the world. We did much worse than them. I mean...Y/N was pregnant with Ivy and 17-"

"That's the point Niall, Ivy had a pregnancy test in her bin..."

"She's pregnant?!" Niall's jaw drops.

"Well no...it was negative..." Harry sighs.

Niall relaxes and sighs, rolling his eyes softly. "So what's the issue? They had a scare, how many scares did you two have?" Niall raises an eyebrow.

He had a point. Harry sighed deeply as he realised he definitely handled this situation wrong, and he was being a hypocrite.

"I mean...I don't think I'm ready to be a grandad at 34..." Harry sighs, causing Niall to chuckle.

"I best go talk to Ivy..." Harry sighs and stands up.

He strolls up the stairs with a deep sigh, pausing outside Ivy's door which was open slightly, hearing her speaking. Was she on the phone?

"I know but-" She mumbles.

"Baby, I know you're upset with what he said, but you need to accept that you shouldn't have retaliated like that" Tommy says softly.

'Tommy? How the hell did he get in?!' Harry thought as his eyes widened, then realised he must of come with Niall. Harry peaked in, seeing Tommy sat on the armchair, Ivy curled into his lap as she played with the strings on his hoodie.

The looked happy. She looked happy. And she deserved that. She deserved someone who could see the good in her heart. Maybe her and Tommy together wasn't a bad idea after all.

Tommy's arms were wrapped tightly around Ivy as he stroked her hair. "Baby, go and apologise to your dad. He didn't deserve what you said...and I know you know that..."

Ivy groans softly. "Fine. But I'm not letting him stop us seeing each other. I can't let that happen" She mutters. He gives her a loving smile, pressing a sweet kiss on her lips and lifting her off his lap so he can stand.

Harry coughs quietly and knocks on the door. Their heads snapped up and their eyes widen. "Mr Styles I was just..."

"It's alright Tommy...I know. Can we speak to you two downstairs please" Harry says calmly and softly, gesturing his arm to the stairs. Ivy's gaze never left the floor as she walked passed him and down the stairs. Tommy nodded and followed, Harry giving Tommy's shoulder a thankful pat as he passed the door and followed Ivy.

As they all walked into the living room, the air was thick, and just like earlier, filled with tension, but mainly between Ivy and Harry.

"Ivy...I'd like to apologise for the way I acted...I shouldn't have gone off like that and-" Harry frowned, watching Ivy shift uncomfortably.

"Dad...wait. Can I go first..." She whispers, her eyes much softer than they were earlier. Harry gave her a gentle nod and sat down.

"I know I said stuff earlier that hurt you...and I shouldn't have. I know that you guys did what you had to do when I was younger. And I'll always be grateful. I'm sorry Dad. But I never wanted to disappoint you...we have always been careful and we...we know what we want. Dad please don't stop us seeing each other" She pleads.

"Vee, you have never disappointed me...I shouldn't have said that either. We both said things in the heat of the moment, so I understand that when you said what you said, it was out of hurt...do you love her Tommy?" Harry looks over at Tommy, who stood up and made his way next to Ivy, taking her hand into his.

"So much..." He squeezes her hand tightly, her cheeks blushed bright as she squeezed his hand back.

"Then...then I'm really happy for you two" Harry nods and smiles softly, tears threatening to spill as Ivy runs over and hugs Harry tightly. "Thank you...I'm so sorry Dad" She whispers and sniffles softly.

"Me too baby" He whispers and rubs her back gently. He turned to Tommy and opened his arms wide to him "Look after her..." Harry whispers, engulfing Tommy in a hug.

"So...when's the wedding?" Niall smirks and laughs, hugging Ivy tightly.

"Shut it Niall." Harry says sternly, the room erupting into laughter.

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[lokiskitten]

Tom Hiddleston | Mister Hiddleston

Teacher!Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : your professor, mister Hiddleston, asks you to stay after class in order to talk to you about one of your recent works. However, it easily takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, kissing.

The bell finally rang, allowing the entire class to take off for the cafeteria as the sounds of hungry stomachs echoed silently throughout the place. It was noon, and you had just spent a painful hour sitting in English literature class- having to listen to your handsome teacher brag about Romeo and Juliette, which in your opinion was quite a boring play. However, Mr. Hiddleston seemed to be absolutely hypnotized by the love he carried for Shakespeare’s work, which held you back from speaking your thoughts.

Right as you were about to get up from your chair, the older man called after you from where he sat at his desk, requesting for you to stay a little bit longer without even giving you a valuable explanation as to why. Of course, you felt absolutely scattered about not being able to join your friends in order to fill up your empty belly which was seriously beginning to behave out of your control. However, as a student, you simply couldn’t go against any of the adults’ demands.

Though, Mr. Hiddleston was never the typical type of teacher. He was interesting, chatty when it came to sharing with his students, and above all good looking- which was rare for a professor. Yet, all of those fantasies regarding him had to stay secret due to the obvious age gap between the two of you, as well as the profession he practiced. As a teacher, he wasn’t allowed to have a personal link with any of his students, which you were both aware of. However, this unexpected extra class was soon going to take a tragic turn.

It didn’t take long for the classroom to fully empty itself, you and your teacher being the only remaining beings in the room which offered the two of you some privacy to speak about whatever subject your professor wished to refer to. Taking his glasses off his nose as you stepped closer to his desk, Tom then laid them down in front of his muscular forearms before rubbing his palms against one another. He seemed to be peculiarly frustrated, as if something was bothering his experienced soul. Yet you remained quiet, showing respect for this man as his lips parted calmly.

“I wanted to talk to you about your last essay. It’s brillant, really, but.. quite dark, I’m afraid.” The older man revealed, taking ahold of the piece of paper on which was written your perfectly creepy work. You often tended to get your inspiration out of the worst- which was something Tom simply couldn’t be aware of and which easily led him to worry. The teacher looked up at you as he handed you the paper, ocean blue eyes seeking for an explanation which didn’t want to show up. In the end, you felt forced to speak up in order to defend your case.

“It’s just a stupid piece of paper. It’s not like I’m telling you about my life or anything.” You responded on an upset tone, feeling defensive face to your professor’s intrusive questions. However, this wasn’t enough to reassure Tom’s worries. Standing up from his chair, he then allowed his bum to collide with the end of the desk as his arms crossed against his strong chest. He was now towering over you, still waiting for his mind to elaborate a proper diagnostic of its own regarding your mental state. “Y/n...” the older man started, earning a clueless stare coming from your shorter silhouette.

Now, this innocent gaze had cut your professor right through his sentence. He seemed absolutely destabilized face to this sight, lips parting without any words ever escaping his mouth. His eyes easily diverted to your lips, admiring the way they were composed and how they perfectly fitted your other facial features. Even if he would never willingly admit it, Tom had developed a crush on you throughout the classes you spent with him, listening to him, even if it all remained pretty much hidden away in his subconscious.

The grown man worried for your mental health, for your well being. He assumed that it was his role as a tutor to make sure that all of his students were doing well, which he had progressively began to doubt you were. Seeing how you weren’t moving, the professor decided to take the risk to move the back of his hand up to your cheek, ocean blue eyes still staring into yours as he caressed your skin. It was a risky move to make, which easily justified his light shakiness. Tom knew that he would only get one chance, and that if you ever turned out not to share the same feelings as he did, he could say goodbye to his job as a teacher.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but unexpectedly loose your capacity to move as you felt your teacher’s veiny hand brush against your cheekbone. However, you didn’t freeze out of fear, but out of pure enhancement and excitement. You were glad that he had proceeded to make the first move, as yourself wouldn’t ever had the required guts to attempt anything with a man who was twice your age, and most importantly your own teacher.

His hand now cupped your entire cheek, causing you to drop the irrelevant paper to the ground as Tom’s face began to dangerously near yours. He leant in, head slightly tilting to the side before his lips finally decided to collide against yours. It felt like an explosion of fireworks in your lower stomach, feeling as his second hand decided to take ahold of your face as he stood up from the desk. This kiss was soft yet genuine, as if Tom had decided to make sure the territory wasn’t hostile before he could fully explore it.

When he pulled away, his thumbs simply began to brush against your cheekbones as your eyes locked, the two of you sharing unspoken words through your respective orbs only. The two of you wanted one another, desperately, and you were now irrevocably in love with him. This kiss had been the tilt which made you fall on the other edge, the tilt which allowed you to be set free from all the held backs you had forced down onto yourself regarding your professor. On another hand, your lack of hostility had managed to ease Tom’s anxious heart.

Leaning in again, he this once pressed a more intense kiss to your lips, body moving closer to yours until the two gently collided against one another. It felt heavenly, his touch and scent easily intoxicating and taking over your organism. Meanwhile, lust was progressively taking over your professor’s mind and body, his breaths becoming rougher as he pressed sloppy kisses against your mouth. Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide inside of your wet cave as the two of you continued to share a passionate kiss. His hands were soon to move down from your cheeks to your waist, feeling your curves with those large hands of his.

Unexpectedly, Tom ended up pulling away in order to focus onto the flesh of your neck, sending chills down your spine as his warm breath heated up your once chilly skin. He was getting more and more eager as seconds passed, anxiety still managing to hold your own desires back as your teacher seemed to be in charge of the situation for now. Progressively sneaking down, he began to lay kisses against your clothed chest and stomach, visibly looking forward to lift your shirt once he would’ve arrived all the way down to your crotch, aka his final destination.

You allowed shaky breaths to escape your lips, head tilting back before your face decided to divert down towards the sight of your literature teacher’s gorgeous curly hair. Hesitantly, your hand moved from his shoulder to his mane, caressing the smooth strands and curls which Tom interpreted as the green flag to lift your upper piece of clothing. However, upon feeling him now press kisses against your lower abdomen, you couldn’t help but grow fearful regarding your environment and surroundings.

“Wait-..” you suddenly stopped him in his track, his face looking up at you as his ocean blue eyes were filled with confusion yet understanding. He was ready to listen to whatever complain or worry you felt like laying on the table. Gasping softly, you bit onto the skin of your inner cheek before finally finding the strength to speak up. “Not here.” You begged, not being comfortable with having your first sexual intercourse in a classroom in which anyone could unexpectedly walk in. It wasn’t Tom’s fault, but simply the surroundings’.

Standing back up on his feet, your professor nodded in agreement before attempting to press another kiss to your lips. However, this once you decided to back away, denying his lustful proposal which left the teacher in shock. But above all, he seemed confused. “You’re driving me crazy.” He affirmed lowly, referring to how infatuated he was with your being; and the fact that you now stepped away from him felt just like a dagger digging into his heart. You found yourself biting down onto the skin of your inner cheek again, suddenly feeling nervous face to the man and his many propositions.

“Please. I need to see you again. Tonight.” After speaking those desperate words, the literature teacher reached down for your worksheet before taking ahold of a pencil, writing his address down on the back of the paper before handing it to you. His lips were parted, silent pants coming out of his mouth as anxiety and nervousness sent his emotions over the roof. In fact, he was simply scared that you would deny his proposition. Yet you took ahold of the worksheet and looked down at the words he had written onto the back of the copy, admiring how nice his handwriting was.

“Promise me you’ll come.” He begged, visibly looking forward to receive an oral confirmation in order to ease his worries. No words exited your body but a simple nod accompanied by a fainted smile, leading your teacher to return the same discreet gesture your face currently adorned. And just like that, you walked out of his classroom with your heart beating faster than it ever had before at the thought of seeing him again later tonight.

I hope you guys enjoyed this😏 might do a part two soon enough. I’m open to suggestions and crunchy details y’all would be looking forward to read about💥💳 Requested tags : @fa-me @delightfulheartdream