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itseivwhore · 4 years

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Hey can you do something short about ezio and jacob with a sick reader, I have the cold and it's so overwhelming and painful, and I can't help the sore throat

Heyo there anonimo,thank you a lot for requesting this,it's something that I have never written before,so now the time has come! I am glad you sent me this little request just now,for I am having a pretty much rough time lately,so writing this managed to distract me,someway,even if a little...

I started to write this as soon as I saw your request in my inbox,I didn't want to make a reader of mine wait for so long (because 1) you are sick,and I HATE having a sore throat; and 2) I said 'so long' because I take a lot of time in writing my one shots). I hope you will feel better soon!Just stay at home,rest,sleep,all comfy in your warm bed between fluffly blankets aaanddd...read this ;)

So,starting with this little note: I didn't and I don't actually understand what you truly meant with 'something short' ...a mini one shot with BOTH Ezio and Jacob in it?Two separated imagines,each one with Ezio and Jacob?

I don't know,but I have decided,since I have never done this before,to go for modern heacanons (pretty long ones too,so am I forgiven?). I am so sorry if,maybe,I misunderstood you and if you wanted just a whole imagine,or two different ones. Just let me know once you'll read this?Mh?

Now,let's start,shall we?

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|°Ezio°| :

"Dolcezza?Are you alright,amore?"

When you returned from a long,tiring,to say the least endless day at work,the first thing you did was to collapse on the sofa,sighing heavily and deeply as you closed your heavy eyes,your head spinning as you tried to melt in with the softness of the sofa.

As soon as you entered the house,you heard a muffled,sweet sound coming from the kitchen,not far from the living room where you had let yourself go;managing to smile slightly when you recognized the familiar voice of Ezio who,while cooking,was busy humming an Italian song you grew accustomed to know,to learn and to sing with him.

But he stopped humming cheerfully when, hearing the sound of the keys in the lock and the loud noise of the door being locked, he did not see you coming.

Usually,every evening and every time you finished your shift at work,once at home,the first thing you did was to run into the arms of Ezio,who constantly and faithfully waited for you to come back:finding him sitting on the sofor preparing dinner,or doing some chores around the house,knowing that you would come back tired after a long day at work...but always happy to find him here,promptly with open arms and with that bright and joyful smile,to hold you in a strong and long embrace and with sweet and passionate kisses,immediately followed by his genuine questions,purely interested in knowing how your day went.

So the guy became quite concerned when he didn't see you running towards of him as usual.And he worried even more when he didn't hear an answer from you,a thousand thoughts that suddenly flooded his mind.

As he left the kitchen,he quickly leaned on the door,softly called your name in a barely audible whisper.

His eyes grew dark with worry as they wandered around the big living room,finding your form lying,almost helpless,on the couch,not moving even a little.

No,you were not alright.

And Ezio understood that immediately.

Walking quickly in the living room,he sat next to your lying form,his eyebrow furrowed,a worried and thoughtful expression on his face when he heard you mumbling something under your breath,your voice being muffled by the couch.

He stretched out a hand,delicately turning your head to the side,rising up a corner of his mouth and giving you a small and sweet smile as he observed,and studied,your visibly tired and weak face,leaning down and pressing his lips on your forehead as he caressed your warm cheeks,you lazily leaning in his gentle touch.

Let's be honest:when Ezio understood that you were not just tired,but you were terribly sick,with a headache and most likely with a fever too,he started to panick a little.

The poor boy was not used to get sick,he rarely did,thanks to all that sun and warm days he grew up with in his homeland.He was not used,at all.

But he knew his things:many times his little brother,Petruccio,got sick,and many times he watched how their mother looked after him.

So,keeping his worry and panick within and for himself,not wanting to worsen the situation and not wanting to make you worried for him,he started to organize everything.

Preparing and fixing the kingsize bed you shared,delicately picking you up and bringing you in your bedroom,laying you on the bed,helping you changing your clothes,leaving chaste kisses all over your warm skin before covering you with layers of warm blankets,pillows all around you;a bottle of water on the nightstand and a glass there too.

Ezio was so devoted and focused,now even more than he already was:laying beside you on the bed,his chin resting on his palm as he gazed at you,softly talking with you,humming lowly,playing with your hair,reminding you how much he loved you,making you flattered,making you giggle amusedly too with his funny,dirty jokes.

"I can't wait to make you tired for another reason,tesoro"

Of course he was there all the time,rushing and running inside the bedroom from wherever he was whenever he heard you calling him,giving you everything you wanted and needed.

"Salute!" every time he heard you sneezing,shouting that loudly and hearing his voice from downstairs.

And,obviously,being the good chef he was,he didn't stop cooking,preparing you some of your favourite dishes,showing up in the bedroom with plates for lunch and hot drinks during the afternoon.

"Don't be uspetti,eat some spaghetti".

Tons and tons and millions of sweet Italian nicknames.

Him occasionally being dramatic,just to make you laugh,throwing himself on the bed beside you as he started to speak and to gesture in a very theatrical way,pretending to be sick too.

Malicious smirks and sly winks when,once you started to feel a bit better and when you were able to leave the bed,he found you standing near his drawer.

His shiny,clearly excited brown eyes wandering all over your body,that smirk only growing more as he saw you wearing one of his t-shirt,obviously way bigger than you,knowing how much you adored wearing them,feeling his perfume on you.

"Stealing my shirts again,I see" seeing Ezio giving you one last grin before walking away.

"Where are you going?"

"You know I can't control myself when I see you wearing my clothes,vita mia!" he shouted,going downstairs.

You were eternally grateful to have Ezio always at your side,helping you to rest and recover,making you smile when you last feel like laughing,making you feel extremely loved,making you feel special and making you feel better for the way he was looking after you.

"Anything for la luce della mia vita"

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|°Jacob°| :

"Tea"

That was the first thing that Jacob said when you told him you were sick...not that he didn't already know,anyways.

The younger twin could seem distracted and nonchalant,but underneath all that thick layer of sarcasm and cheeky smiles,his observer side was hidden.

And Jacob watched you,more than he could ever admit;not that you didn't like this,but quite the opposite:you loved as his hazel eyes always watched and observed you in that warm way,you loved as he remembered the smallest details of you,you loved and admired him with all of yourself,because he was the only person in the world who knew you so well.

And the younger Frye also watched you closely,and more importantly,when one weekend evening,while waiting for you to come back from work,he saw you running towards his car,rushing in,soaking wet,head to toe,trembling violently.

Oh,the infamous downpour of the UK!

Jacob knew well,way too well how lethal the violent,sudden winter downpours were.Who knows for how many times he had or stayed at home when he was a child,whole days spent out in his garden in the rain,serious consequence of him getting a rough cold and a high fever.

As soon as you started having the first symptoms of what was preparing to be a severe cold,Jacob didn't waste any time.

Needless to say that,all your protests and all your futile attempts to convince him that you were fine,were not exactly taken into account by him.

Perhaps you were stubborn,not wanting him to worry any more...

But no one could be more stubborn than Jacob Frye himself was.

"You aren't going to win,love.Not with me"

He preferred you staying in the livingroom more than in the bedroom,saying that it was easier for him and that he didn't had to run up and down when he could have you right there,him at your disposal,and you under his attentive gaze.

A lot of pillows and blankets around and on you as you comfortably laid down on the sofa as you took naps there,or as you watched the TV,lights switched off as he lit up some candles all around the living room,making just a relaxed and soft atmosphere.

A lot of pillows.He nearly built a pillow fort.

The younger twin always was there when you needed or called him,finding him standing in front of you in a blink of an eye.

"Your humble servant is here,Miss,to fulfill his duties" saying that in such a solemn way,bowing down and bringing his hand towards his heart as his eyes shone brightly in hearing you giggle.

"Tea cure and heal everything,remember this,darling" that's what Jacob kept on saying every day,almost every hour with a firm tone,it becoming his loyal and faithful motto.

So you bet that Jacob always made sure you had a cup of hot,warm tea between your hands,warming you inside and out.

"Headache?Tea.Insomnia?Tea.Sorethroat?Tea.Stressed?Tea!"

Tea was the answer,and of course the solution,of and for everything.Everything seemed to revolve around tea for that guy,and he had a couple of reasons to defend his thoughts on the subject.

"Earl Grey tea?Or English Breakfast tea?" the choices were infinite,innumerable,intermimable,for you were pretty sure he had all kinds of tea in some specific and hidden drawers of the kitchen.

And oh God,the tea he prepared was something divine,to say at least.Starting to think that,most likely,he was right with all the long speech about his tea being the cure of everything.

If Jacob was good at something,more than anything else,was preparing tea.

You madly loved to watch him preparing it:you sitting on the counter of the kitchen,a big blanket wrapped around your trembling body as your legs swinged forward and backward;adoring to see how focused and precise he was while making it,adoring to see how his brows furrowed in concentration.

But the thing you adored the most in that precise moments,was when he turned around to face you,giving you a big smile,walking towards you and wrapping his muscular arms around your middle,pulling you closer to himself,really and truly warming you so well,swinging you lazily;closing your eyes,a genuinely happy smile on your lips as you placed your head on his broad chest,his slow heartbeat calming you.

Obviously,his sarcastic and witty will was still there,accompanying him and his words every hour of the day.Cocky answers and sassy phrases filling his cheerful voice,not helping but feeling proud of himself when he managed to gift you of a laughter and of a smile,feeling incredibly glad in seeing you getting better day by day.

But that smug behaviour quickly faded away when Evie started to visit you,checking upon you,making sure that her twin brother was doing a good job.

His sister telling you some little,funny stories about a younger Jacob when he had colds,which,as you knew,was not rare.Making you laugh in a purely amused way in hearing how he behaved...

Not that he changed much anyways.

"He was so,so whiny"

"He WaS,sO,sO WhInY.Liar!"

But he didn't care about his pride and ego being a little hurt by all Evie's stories,as long as he heard your amused laugthers and your joyfull smile he loved to bits.

°*TrAnSlAtIoNs!*°

"Dolcezza"= literally:sweetness.Sweetheart;

"Amore" = love;

"Tesoro" = darling;

"Salute!" = bless you;

"Vita mia" = my life;

"La luce della mia vita" = the light of my life.

~~~~~

I know you asked for something short,and well,as you can clearly see this is everything but short.

Anyway,this apart,I hope you'll like it!Pleaseee let me know if you will,even sending me a private message...or not if you want to keep your persona as an anon!Just let me know,I am still a a bit afraid/insecure of what you wanted.An one-shot with both Ezio and Jacob in it?Two mini separated imagines? Guess we will never know.

Cia.

#thanks for the request!#ezio auditore #ezio auditore x reader #ezio auditore modern #ezio auditore imagine #jacob frye #jacob frye x reader #jacob frye modern #jacob frye imagine #assassin's creed #assassin's creed modern #ac modern #assassin's creed headcanons #my writing

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i-write-hurt-not-comfort · 4 years

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“Sorry” - WIP

Pandora Hearts post-volume-15 series fic (chapter 1, unfinished)

hey guys so i saw that wip wednesday thing pop up again and thought why the fuck not?? so i was searching through my fic folders and found this fic in my elleo folder. and i won’t lie to you. i don’t even remember what the premise of the fic was, and i don’t remember writing 1.5k words of it, but i’ve written that it’s ch 1/5??? so i’m gonna attempt to dig out the plans. meanwhile yeah, here’s this. it’s Leo and Vincent, mentions of Elliot... yeah, you can guess.

PANDORA HEARTS SPOILERS UNDER CUT!!!

Sorry ch 1 (incomplete)

I see you around here lately, You smile brighter than you should. And me I've been so lonely, I'm glad you're doing good. 'Cause I can't forget, The way it used to be, And if I ever let you down, Well I'm sorry.

...

“Hey, Leo! Stop spacing out!”

Immediately, Leo was snapped out of his trance, glancing up at Elliot.

“You’ve been really out of it today,” Elliot commented, tilting his head at the valet with a perplexed expression. “Come on, we need to find that stupid woman’s cat.”

“Oh, right, yeah…”

Elliot was 100% correct; he had been out of it for most of the afternoon. Which, admittedly, had been spent running around Lutwidge Academy in search of the cats, once again.

He couldn’t help it. The smile stretched across Elliot’s face from ear to ear was truly, beautifully mesmerizing. No matter how hard be tried, he couldn’t conceal his enjoyment. And Leo just couldn’t take his eyes off him.

“Hey! You!” Elliot frowned at the cat, darting across the field and into the meadows. He echoed its actions a second later, chasing it into the field.

“Wait, Elliot!” Leo called after him, halting the blonde in his steps abruptly. “We have assembly in a few minutes! Why are you even bothered about the cat?”

“Well…” Elliot stammered, feeling his cheeks heat up – much against his will. “Shuddap! I… look, it doesn’t matter! Just… help me find it!”

With a roll of the eyes, Leo took off after his master, struggling to catch up with him. Elliot might not look like the typical athlete, but, his stamina was sure as hell nothing short of impressive. And considering Leo had spent most of his life clogged up in a library surrounded by books, it was difficult to beat.

It was only when Leo noticed that Elliot was no longer running in front of him that he was pulled back into reality.

But, not before he registered where the other had gone: on the ground, directly in his path.

“Wait, Leo-!” Elliot tried to protest, his valet halting his footsteps immediately. However, the moment he stopped, his foot slipped on the grass, throwing him off balance.

And he just had to land right on top of Elliot.

“Leo! I told you to stop!” Elliot yelped, frantically trying to shuffle out from under the other. Despite the blush painted across his face, his façade broke a second later, the same, overjoyed smile stretching across his lips.

Leo found himself chuckling in return, crawling off the other and landing roughly onto the ground beside him.

The two continued laughing almost hysterically for over a minute, lying in the grass. Even 2 minutes later, they’d barely regained their composure.

Slowly cracking his eyes open, Leo glanced up hazily at the sun, the bright yellow beams gradually dissipating. His smile faded ever so slightly, as his gaze shifted to the left to discover a dark, grey cloud, looming over the field; creeping over the sun and blocking out the light.

“We should… be getting back to school…” Leo pointed out, an uneasy feeling overwhelming him. He sat up wearily, standing up on one knee before extending an arm to his master.

“It’s raining, huh…” Elliot muttered, taking Leo’s hand and lifting himself up onto two feet. His gaze traveled off to the horizon, the smile dropping – much like Leo’s had a second ago.

Raising an arm, Leo nodded, feeling bullets of rain hitting his palm. “Yeah, it is…”

And then, despite what he’d just said, the blonde bolted off into the distance, the sound of his footsteps dying out.

“Elliot!!” Leo called after him, his pulse increasing drastically. The rain was growing heavier by the second, crashing down onto the field and creating a wall of water.

“Elliot!!!” He yelled again.

There was no response from Elliot, only a bolt of lightning followed by a crash of thunder.

“Elliot!!” He cried.

A feeling of wetness pooled around his foot. Eyes wide open, Leo shifted his focus tentatively to the ground.

“El…liot?”

The liquid was a deep crimson. Blood. That was it.

“Elliot!”

…

“Elliot!”

“Master, please calm down.”

Leo awoke with a jolt, shooting up, the sheets flying off his body in the process. A harsh breeze broke through the room, sending a shiver down his spine. Frantically scanning the room, he tried desperately to make his vision focus, his heart still racing. Sweat proud down his forehead, the pitch four walls surrounding him in pitch blackness only adding to the unsettling nature, courtesy of what he’d just seen.

Just a dream… he tried to reassure himself, finally spotting the shadow of a silhouette standing next to the foot of his king size bed.

“Elliot…?” he choked out, tears brimming in his eyes. His head was swimming. Elliot was alive, surely.

“No, not Elliot,” the voice replied, stepping out into the light with a sinister smile painted across his face. His mismatched eyes glanced softly down at Leo, as he tilted his head slightly; his blonde hair swaying in sync. “What do you remember, master?”

“Master…?” Leo echoed confusedly. “No… you’re wrong… I’m not… what?”

“You are Glen. Glen Baskerville,” the other explained, “I’m Vincent, remember? I swore to serve you, right until you grant my wish.”

“I… know who you are…” A shudder ran through him. “Elliot is… dead?”

Vincent nodded discreetly, the same, unreadable expression spread across his face. “Do you remember now? The incidents at Yura’s mansion?”

Leo sniffed, feeling the tears trail down his face, pooling on the sheets beneath him. Avoidantly, he lowered his gaze to his trembling hands, a strained sob making its way past his lips. “It’s… my fault.”

“You are Glen now, remember, Leo?” Vincent asked, his tone unchanging. It was unnerving, given how stoic he appeared to remain. “That doesn’t matter anymore.”

“B-but…” he stuttered, more tears flowing freely from his eyes, glinting in the moonlight which broke through the window. His breathing still wracked and unsteady, he asked quietly, “W-where am I?”

“The Baskerville residence. The current one, at least. I took you here, where you will fulfill your duties.”

“I… understand,” Leo responded nonchalantly, his breath hitching once more in his throat before the tears finally slowed down.

He was lying. What part of all of this was ‘understandable’? But, right now, he just wanted to get rid of Vincent. Who cared if he was his ‘master’? Leo didn’t want any of it. All he wanted was to be alone.

“You should sleep,” Vincent recommended, “It’s only 4am. There’s still a few hours before you must wake up.”

“Then leave.”

Sulkily, Leo threw himself back down onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow. There was no chance of him sleeping. He just wanted to be alone, for Christ’s sake.

“As you wish,” Vincent granted, placing his hand on his chest and lowering his head, before turning his back to Leo and proceeding to the door. “If you need anything, just call for me.”

Leo didn’t feel like replying that time, waiting for the door to shut and the echoing footsteps die.

He turned over, the springs of the mattress creaking underneath his body. This was his first night at this god-forsaken place, and it was probably the first time he’d slept more than 3 hours since certain… incidents occurred.

There was no point in sleeping.

Silently, Leo unraveled himself from the covers, swinging his legs off the bed. Legs dangling over the edge, he lowered his feet onto the floor, the floor creaking briefly. He flinched momentarily at the noise, carefully standing up before wandering idly to the large window on the adjacent wall.

Gold speckled, purple eyes drifted to the moon, the bright light breaking through the partially closed curtain. Leo opened the curtains further, leaning against the wall by the window, a stoic and unreadable expression spread across his features. Narrowing his eyes up at the sky starved of stars, he let out an inaudible huff.

Everything just felt numb.

Another shiver ran down his spine, a dull ache accumulating in his forehead as the recent events tried to resurface themselves in his memory. Unconsciously, his hand drifted to the parted curtains, ragged and cut; the fabric had been mangled. The feeling itself made him cringe internally.

He’d have to tell Vincent to stop doing that sometime.

Sluggishly, he pulled his hand away from the curtains, turning his back to the window and scanning the room for another distraction.

On the left side of the room, currently closest to him, there was a chest of drawers – most likely filled with hideous outfits picked out by Vincent conveniently in his size – and a desk. A plain, dusty desk. On the opposite wall to the oversized, there was the door, another couple of empty shelves surrounding it probably inhabited by a hundred spiders and their nests. Finally, on the far right wall, along with the door leading to a private bathroom, there was an enormous shelf of books; you could probably get away with calling it a library itself.

That was no use. He didn’t particularly feel like reading right now.

..............

and that’s all i’ve got :”) depending on whether i find the plans, anyone want me to finish it? iirc it was an addict!Leo fic...

#pandora hearts #ph #wip #wip wednesday #my work #ph spoilers

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lord-explosion-baku · 6 years

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Rising Sun (part 2)

Prince!Kirishima x princess!reader

Warnings: swearing I think?

A/N: I finally got some ideas of where I want this to go! I edited the first part to have Mina be your old friend back home because I’d like to add more BNHA characters to this. Also Kirishima is gonna come off ooc but I gotta let you know that beneath his facade he’s still our Grade A Best Boy. Anyways here’s part 2!

Part 1

You awaken to the clanking of glass against the side table nearest to the bed. You stretch your body and enjoy the feeling of the freshly clean sheets against your skin. You’re still in the gown you had out on the night before and you hoped that meant that nothing troublesome happened. You open your eyes and watch a beautiful woman with bright red hair pouring water into a crystal glass. You’re thankful it’s not Anaya but you don’t expect this girl to be any less nasty.

“Water, miss?” She offers you the glass and you take it, realizing you had a pulsing headache. You really went heavy with your marital wine drinking.

She sits with you on the bed, keeping her back straight, and watches you finish your glass. She takes it back and says, “the prince told me to speak softly to you since you had a rough night but I do want to inform you that breakfast is being served now. Food from your kingdom to make you feel more at home. I must admit I did sneak a few bites of the potato hash and it really is quite delightful,” she sends you a soft smile. Maybe not everyone from this kingdom was horrible. “If you want I can help you find the dining hall after dressing you, if you don’t mind.”

You gaze down to the red silken gown you wore to bed. For something that was supposed to be worn to please its viewer it was incredibly comfortable. You smile at the thought of what the people in the temple might think if you went down dressed as you were. Maybe they’d send you home.

This is your home now, you have to tell yourself. You nod and allow the woman to escort you out of bed. Back at your old home, Mina, your chambermaid and friend, would swing pillows at your face and yell at you for sleeping the day away. You would laugh and hit her back. You were going to miss her terribly.

The woman who you learned her name as, Freya, helps slips yet another form fitting gown on. It’s white and shows off your bare shoulders while the sleeves have slits, while the rest of the gown flows freely down to your feet. Draconians’ attire consists usually of skin revealing uniforms since the kingdom was the warmest of them all and you were grateful to be put in something a little more tasteful. Maybe tasteful wasn’t the right word seeing as you were from a completely different world and you haven’t quite felt at home with their customs but you were content with with being comfortable.

Prince Eijirou stands before you are seated to his right. He offers you a kind smile and you bow respectfully at him. The long dining hall table is adorned with the finest morning foods your own kingdom had to offer. It was a kind gesture but nothing you should get used to. The room is lit up only by a few torches but the giant windows that showed off the rolling hills and tropical greenery brings more than enough light in.

When you sit Eijirou places a hand on your arm. His touch is warm and inviting and remember the way he made you feel last night before you… before…

You turn to him and he’s watching you. “Prince Eijirou,” he frowns slightly at your formality, “About last night…?”

“I put you to be bed,” he whispers back to you. He leans in close so the servers around you couldn’t eavesdrop, “no harm will come to you as long as you are in my temple. Especially not from me.”

You are flooded with relief. You didn’t feel like anything happened but you had to make sure. The man before you was your husband but you didn’t know anything about him, besides what you heard from a certain blue haired somebody who just glided into the room.

“Speaking of which,” he stands and everyone around him besides Anaya freezes. “Anaya,” he addresses her and she salutes him by putting her fist to your chest.

Hisses and growls escape her mouth and you can only assume she’s greeting him in Draconic.

“I’d like to have a word with you and I would hope to have it in the tongue that all parties can understand.”

Back home, ‘having a word’ meant taking someone aside and speaking to them one on one. You furrow your brow and watch Anaya send you a glare before turning her attention back to the prince.

“It seems that last night you did not fulfil your duties in tending to my bride.”

Anaya crosses her arms across her chest and sneers, “she told me she could handle it on her own.”

“And was that before or after you threatened her?”

Anaya raises her eyebrows. “I did no ssuch thing! I wass only giving her fair advice!” She shoots another glare your way.

“Was the advice warranted?” He waits for her to respond and it seems like she doesn’t understand the question. Eijirou begins to speak to her in draconic, his tone only seeming more dangerous through the rolling of his tongue and his growls. She hisses back and throws gestures into the air. She flinches only when he stomps his foot the ground. The table shakes.

“I see then… since you have such a narrow and tainted mindset I can only see you as being a threat to this kingdom and I have it in my right mind to banish you,” a hush falls across the dining hall. You watch Anaya’s face contort from fury to terror. The king himself walks into the room and crosses his arms, observing his son. Much like the prince, he displays his bare muscular torso with only an opened vest over his frame. He looks very much like Eijirou but with long wavy black hair that falls beneath his shoulders and many more scars, no doubt from fighting in many battles. He nods for the prince to continue.

“But I am putting your fate into my bride’s hands.”

Your eyes widen. You’re doing what?

Eijirou turns to you, “it’s your decision, Princess Y/N. We can have her banished for the crimes committed against you or we can let her stay.”

Beg pardon, your majesty? You don’t realize your mouth fell open until Anaya scoffs. Eijirou shoots her a look and she dismisses the ugly look on her face. You knew that one day you were going to have to make big decisions like these, at least for your kingdom. Hell, this didn’t seem all that big compared to the declarations of war your father signed your kingdom into. You didn’t think that Anaya had gone as far as committing any crimes against you, though you didn’t like her the second she opened her mouth.

You remember telling your father that when you were going to be queen you, were going to be a kind and forgiving one. He said that’s not what your kingdom needed. He ruled with an iron fist and you were to follow in his footsteps. That was of course, before losing so many good people, even your friends, in battle.

You bow your head, “let her stay.”

Anaya brings a shaking hand to her mouth and she cries out. You think she’s upset but she then she salutes you.

Eijirou doesn’t change his tone as he speaks to her. “Be grateful that you’re future queen is far more forgiving than I am. Let this be a warning: if you ever come near my princess again with malicious intent, I will not hesitate to have you take your leave by tying you to a barrel and having you float your way to exile.”

You shudder at his threat that felt more like a promise. Maybe Eijirou was a brute.

Anaya excuses herself and you watch the king leave. Eijirou sits back down. The servants around you avoid talking and Eijirou starts tapping on the table. He lets out a shaky breath.

“Thank you,” he says. You look to him and he’s staring at his full plate. “I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted her banished but I’m glad you said not to.”

You don’t know what to say. You begin turning your glass full of what you think is pineapple juice, a fruit only found in this kingdom. “I believe empathy can go a long way. Carrying an open heart can only open the hearts of those who surround you,” that was something your mother used to say to you. You pick up your glass and take a sip. Definitely pineapple juice. You are thankful for such a delicacy.

“That’s why you’re going to be an incredible queen,” he turns to you, “but if Anaya ever bothers you again just call her a nurh-rhyvos-maurg.” That was a mouthful.

“What does that mean?” You take another sip of your juice.

“Ugly cow breed.”

You spit the pineapple juice back into the cup and cover your mouth. Eijirou’s crimson eyes shine at you, happy to see you laugh. “So she has a sense of humor!”

He takes a napkin and dabs at your face. That was too intimate for your liking. You take it from him and smile, “of course I do. I just didn’t expect you to have one.”

He gives you a funny look and smiles to himself. “There’s a lot that we don’t know about each other yet. I know a lot of Draconians seem barbaric at first and as a future king I have to play such a merciless role but… well, I’ve met actual barbarians. They’re not half bad. And as a king I have to be assertive so my people will take me seriously. I’ve accepted the role but there’s more to me than my status.”

You’ve said that to your father plenty of times in one form or another. It was almost reassuring, knowing that you and your husband had at least one thing in common.

“nurh-rhyvos-maurg,” you practice saying it. Draconic is mostly rolling your R’s and and elongating the S’s but when it comes to words like ‘maurg’ you had to sort of growl.

“Trust me, it’s a big insult for Draconians. Nurh-rhyvos-mmAURg,” he enunciates the last word and his sharp teeth are flashed at you. It’s kinda cute the way he growled the word out.

“And what do I call you?”

“Mrrandii, which means ‘husband.’”

“And what do you call me?”

“Memamosal, for ‘wife’ and vorel for ‘beautiful,’” he grins as your cheeks are dusted with pink, “but I prefer ithquant because you could only be described as divine.”

You didn’t think it was possible but your face turned an even deeper shade of red. He takes the opportunity to lean in close to your ear and whispers, “sia vorel vur ithquant memamosal.” You nearly melt at the way his low voice rumbled in your ears. You turn to see him staring at your lips. “My beautiful and divine wife…”

You find yourself leaning closer to him. His pupils dilate, only making his crimson eyes an even more vibrant ruby. His lashes are dark and long and nearly ran you as he blinks. Your lips are a hair away from his before the two of you are interrupted by the Draconic growling coming from behind you.

Eijirou sighs and turns towards the man who addressed him. They have a conversation you can’t understand while you pick at your plate, wondering what the hell you were about to do. You were going to kiss your damn husband which is fine. You’re fine. Everything is fINE.

Eijirou clears his throat and takes your hand. “There are some customary festivities going on in town today. It’s actually pretty common and we’re not expected to go,” he bites his lip and you fixate on his teeth. Why did you think they were so cute all of a sudden? “Normally I would encourage anyone to go to these things but they can get pretty loud and well, last night…”

Ah. You are very hungover. You furrow your brows, “how loud?”

He brings his hand to his neck and gives you a sheepish grin, “let’s just say our wedding was pretty hushed compared to this.”

“Oh…” you stare down at your half eaten food. Is there a polite way to refuse?

“We don’t have to go! I’d just like you to know what’s going on in our kingdom. We can always go to the next festival, there’s plenty!”

“Well, you should go!” You don’t want to keep him from having fun. Besides that, you really wanted to have some time to yourself to think.

“I don’t want to leave you here by yourself. What kind of man would I be if I left my lady here waiting and bored out of her wits?”

“I won’t be bored. I’ll… go exploring! What kind of queen would I be if I didn’t know my own castle?”

You can tell he is being resistant but you really need to be alone. You place your hand over his and he stares at it. This was the first time you had instigated a touch. You bat your lashes at him, only half guilty for using your charm to get what you want. “Please?”

“Maybe I’ll have someone escort you around?”

You shake your head. “That won’t be necessary. Sometimes being alone and getting lost is the best way to find yourself familiar with oneself and their surroundings. I’ll do fine.”

He frowns at the word ‘alone.’ He leans back in his chair and his brows narrow in concentration. His eyes light up and he grins, “Yeah, okay. That’ll be good for you.”

You have half a mind to ask him what he means but you don’t. You don’t want him to change his mind so instead you kiss him on the cheek and watch his face flush.

You don’t see him change for the festival. You’re only informed of when he has left and you begin your investigative stroll.

From the outside, the temple stands high and proud but seems rather small compared to the inside. Your castle at home was large enough to house the royal family, your servants, and five other noble families. Though the temple is larger than the viewer’s eyes it only houses the royal family and a few of their servants but the town isn’t a long journey away. The temple is smaller because it wasn’t meant to be housed at all when it was created. It was to be a house of worship for Draconians. They have an ancient following that is derived from the first appearance of dragons or so you are to believe. You thought that was very interesting since your kingdom was basically built through power with a big help from magic. That’s why the high priestess is hailed almost like royalty.

Outside, your feet are greeted with warm sand that surrounds the temple. It’s not hot enough to burn you and it’s really quite inviting. Draconians don’t wear shoes and you weren’t offered any when getting dressed which was fine but you were thankful for the lush grass you found after strolling outwards, not wanting you feet to get too dusty. As you walk you taken in the air that is rich with a sweet aroma of the tropical fruit growing nearby and the slight hint of a burning wood that follows you whoever you go. It was an odd mix but fitting for such an odd kingdom.

You balance your feet and walk in a straight line, one foot in front of the other, and think about your place in this kingdom. You were going to be their queen and Eijirou, your king. You grew up knowing that you were going to be a queen somewhere but it was finally happening all too fast and in the place far too foreign. But you did it for a just reason. You did it for peace. And you are going to be a good queen but how can you be so sure of that if you can’t have your own husband touching you without panicking? You blamed that on Anaya but you’re not sure if things would be different if she hadn’t threatened you.

You’re lost in your head when the ground starts to shake. It happened so quickly that you’re not sure if you imagined it or not. It shakes again and you lose your balancing game. Your eyes shoot up and your gasp.

About fifty meters away, clear as the sky, a Herculean creature, mighty and proud with gorgeous sanguine scales that shine as the warm sun hits them, stares at you. Your first encounter with a dragon.

Part 3

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Their Hero Academia – Chapter 24: Akaya Koda and Class 1-B

The latest raw and unedited chapter of my ongoing, next gen, My Hero Academia fan fic. You get to see it here first, before it goes up on AO3 and FF.net!

Chapters 0-23, plus the first interlude, can be found here

Their Hero Academia – Chapter 24: Akaya Koda and Class 1-B

Akaya Koda strolled across the U.A. campus, enjoying the mid-April sunshine. She wore a yellow sundress and a wide-brimmed hat, along with a pair of sandals. After an exhausting week, she was glad for the weekend. Rescue training at the USJ had been intense, even without the faux Villain attack on Thursday.

At the same time though, it had been fulfilling work, and work that her Quirk was well suited too. With her power to rapidly grow and control plant life (She disliked the term “controlled,” though. She preferred to believe she was seeking their aid), she could shore up other structures, form ropes from vines, and even rapidly grow food when necessary. She disliked violence, always preferring to restrain rather than injure, something else her Quirk excelled at. Perhaps that was the best path for her to take. It would take long and careful thought and prayer before she could come to any truly satisfactory conclusion.

Her destination today, though, was the community garden. It had been established a few years ago at U.A. and was primarily tended to by students with an interesting in growing things, though some teachers would assign work there as detention duty. It wasn’t especially large, but it did provide a measure of additional fresh fruits and vegetables to the dorms so that less had to be spent on groceries. Akaya enjoyed it immensely.

As she approached the garden, she saw that several of her friends were already there. Kentaro Fukui of Class 1-B gave her a friendly smile and wave. At nearly three meters tall and more than a meter wide, his Quirk, Large, made him a formidable sight. But his features overall were not monstrous, with short cropped dark hair and cool grey eyes, he was simply… Large. It wasn’t often that Akaya met someone who was bigger than she was, other than her own father, along with Shoji and his father. She gave him a friend wave in return.

“Good morning, Fukui,” she said. “I trust you’re well?”

He nodded. “Very well, thanks,” he said. For his size, his voice was surprisingly high pitched.

“Did you enjoy the USJ?” she asked.

“Eh…” Fukui rubbed the back of his head with an oversized hand. “I’m not really cut out for Rescue work. I’m okay at heavy lifting, but I’m more likely to bring something down.”

Akaya nodded. “We all have our callings we are meant to attend. I am certain you will find yours.”

“Akaya!” a buzzing voice called out. Chiasa Kamakiri of Class 1B looked much like her father, Togaru Kamakiri, with a head something like a praying mantis and yellowgreen skin. Her dark green hair, though, came from her mother, Setsuna Tokage. Her Quirk, Swarm, allowed her to split into a swarm of smaller versions of herself linked by a hive mind and reform. “You‘re late!” She wagged a finger teasingly.

Akaya gave her a chagrinned smile. “My apologies, Chiasa. I am afraid I had to help defuse a situation in the dorm this morning before I could leave.”

“What happened?”

“Kenta, Ojiro, and Sero upset Aoyama,” she explained. “They were filming something—I am truthfully not certain of the details—and it ended with Aoyama setting his shirt on fire. He was understandably quite upset and became rather threatening towards them. Fortunately, Tokoyami and I were able to calm them all down… but it was likely it would have escalated into violence. We found the three of them trying to avoid him by hanging from the ceiling by Sero’s tape.”

Chiasa laughed at that, clicking her mandibles together rapidly. “Your morning sounds more exciting than ours. Though I think Monoma’s up to something. He was watching Kana, Midoriya, and Kirishima-Bakugo through binoculars when they returned from their morning run.”

Akaya frowned at that. Shiro Monoma did tend to let the supposed “rivalry” between the classes get the better of him. She counted Shiro as a friend, but there were times where he could cause trouble for everyone. And he did seem to have a particular itch for getting Kirishima-Bakugo riled up. “I shall let them know.”

It was better to be forewarned and forearmed. Especially since it would likely prevent Kirishima-Bakugo from trying to kill him.

“I don’t know what his problem is,” Fukui said. “But I do know Tetsutetsu hitting him all the time like that can’t be good for him.”

“He deserves it,” Chiasa said. “He just wants to stir things up for no reason.”

Akaya was much less certain of the “no reason” part than Chiasa was, and even less so of the “deserves it” part. Granted, she did not live with him as she did, but she also considered herself to be closer to him than most. They had gone to the same middle school and junior high. Shiro simply wished to succeed, something that was an uphill battle with his Quirk. His Quirk to imitate the actions of others—she knew he had poured over countless hours of videotape of Heroes like Eraserhead and Gunhead—was formidable under the right circumstances, but she also knew most wrote it off as inconsequential compared to flashier Quirks. Some of their old classmates certainly had.

History repeating itself. Shiro had often mentioned his father had suffered similarly. None of which was hers to reveal.

“We must all make our own way in the world,” she said instead. “Some of our paths are simply stormier and more turbulent than others. He shows great loyalty to your class and wants you all to succeed.”

That got another laugh from Chiasa. “Dunno how you stay so calm all the time, Akaya,” she said. “Especially with the crazies you live with. Especially Mineta.”

“It… can be trying,” Akaya admitted. Her classmates and friends were good people. But they each carried their own baggage and their own eccentricities. “Faith helps.”

“What’s a Mineta?” Fukui asked, looking a bit befuddled.

“Someone you’ll meet soon enough, I’m sure,” Chiasa said. “When you do, you’ll know.”

***

The gardening was simple, but not easy work. There were plants to water, plant food to spread, weeds to pull, insects and other pests to send on their way, and even a certain amount of harvest to reap. The three of them had been joined by Shikha Mizuno, from Class 1-C, a doe-eyed young woman with pointed ears and large antlers growing out from her head. Her Quirk, Antlers, let her grow hers rapidly in varying lengths and shapes, even using them like a second set of limbs.

“It’s hard to believe so many of the Hero students this year are second gen or more,” Mizuno was saying, as she worked on weeding from around the vegetables. “Nobody in my class is. Kind of makes us all feel a little inadequate. You guys all must have a big leg up.”

Akaya nodded. “To some extent. Our parents had much advice and training to offer us, but at the end of the day, there is only so much they could offer compared to this school. You will make up whatever gulf there is in time.” It was true, however, that nearly all of the students in Class 1-A were the children of the infamous Class 1-A, and many of the students in Class 1-B were likely the children of their contemporaries. Class 1-C, by contrast, had no second generation of greater Hero students to it.

“Besides,” Fukui added, “not all of us in 1-B are second gen either. And 1-A’s got one, right, Koda?”

She nodded again. “Haimawari. He is quite skilled, though.” And would be more so if he could shed the nervousness that dominated most of his actions. “But I expect you too, will have your chance to shine, Mizuno. Good things come to those who wait.”

Mizuno frowned. “I guess,” she said. “Wish I had your certainty.”

“Get outta here, you!” a tiny voice rang out. Akaya looked down to see a dozen tiny Chiasa’s (somehow all wearing tiny versions of her clothes, she couldn’t begin to understand how that worked), chasing a slug from the garden. They corned the creature and lifted, running until they had carried it outside the garden’s boundary. Satisfied, they returned to Chiasa, where they vanished and reformed into the fingers of her left hand.

Chiasa gave her fingers an experimental wiggle, then made a disgusted face. “Ugh, slime. Anybody got a towel?”

Fukui passed her own and received a nod of thanks. “That the last of it?” he asked.

“Enough before lunch, at least,” Akaya said. “I think we’ve a bit more to do before we’re done.”

“Be easier if you just made everything grow, though,” Fukui added.

She shook her head. “I try to only use my Quirk when necessary. I may stray at times, but this garden is meant to be enjoyed by everyone and I would not deprive them of that, nor alter the flow of nature on so large a scale.”

Chiasa laughed at that. “I think you just like hard work,” she said.

Akaya simply gave her a smile. “I do at that.”

***

They decided to go to the Class 1-B dorm for lunch, since Chiasa had mentioned they had a lot of leftovers from the previous night. Their Common Room followed much the same layout as Class 1-A’s, albeit flipped so that everything was on the opposite side. Told to help themselves to whatever was in the fridge, Akaya had fixed herself a small salad and sat down with the others to eat. They’d also been joined by more of her Class 1-B friends, the shadow-skinned Chizue Kuroiro, dark daughter of Shihai Kuroiro and Reiko Yanagi, whose Quirk “Life” let her bring any drawing to life and thus always carried Tarot Cards; and Hekima Kodai, a quiet young man with pale blue hair, who was the son of Yui Kodai and her husband, who had taken her last name, who had an expanded version of his mother’s Quirk and could both shrink and grow organic and inorganic objects, and Kana Tetsutetsu.

She also spotted Shiro Monoma walking across the Common Room to the stairs. He seemed to be muttering to himself. “Yes, that should do it. The perfect time, the perfect place, she’ll never know it was me…”

“Join us, Shiro?” she offered. His words concerned her. Perhaps she could intervene and prevent unnecessary hardship. She was not quite as good as, say, Asuka Tokoyami or Izumi Todoroki (though Todoroki’s skills only really seemed to apply to Kirishima-Bakugo) at defusing conflicts, but Shiro was an old friend and would usually listen to her.

He stopped and shook his head. “I am afraid I have too much to do today, Akaya,” he said.

“Surely you have time for a brief respite?” she asked, firmly, but not harshly.

He seemed to weigh his options, sighed, and grabbed himself food from the fridge before sitting down with the rest of them. She waited for him to have a few bites before she spoke again. “Chiasa tells me you were spying on my classmates,” she said. “Not heroic behavior at all. I would know why.”

Akaya was not, by nature, a confrontational person. But neither would she see trouble come after her classmates and friends, especially from someone she also considered a friend.

“What?” Kana spat, more annoyed and exasperated than surprised. “Do I have to go upside your head again, Shiro?”

“You raise an ill omen over us all,” Chizue said, while Hekima just shook his head.

Shiro shot Chiasa a betrayed look, but she was having none of it. “You were spying on them, Monoma,” she said. “You had binoculars and everything.”

Shiro turned a shade of pale. “It’s… you see… I don’t have to explain myself to any of you!”

Fukui fixed his gaze upon Shiro. “You’re not being a perv, are you, Monoma?”

“What? No!”

“Then what?” Akaya prompted.

Shiro looked away, guiltily. “I would really rather not discuss this.”

“Should I… should I go?” Mizuno asked. Her antlers were drooping slightly and the Class 1-C girl looked distinctly uncomfortable at all discussion going back and forth.

“I do not believe that will be necessary,” Akaya said. “Shiro, do I have your promise this is not some scheme to make Midoriya or Kirishima-Bakugo look bad or otherwise try to prove your class’s superiority by undermining mine?”

In spite of everyone’s eyes being on him, Shiro managed to look her in the eye. “I promise you it is nothing negative,” he said. “In this particular instance, anyway. What some of your classmates do to embarrass your class is not under my control.”

That was, Akaya was forced to admit, probably as good an answer as she was going to get. “I will hold you to that,” she said. “And I will be very cross if you break that promise.”

“Ooooh,” Chiasa teased, “don’t make Akaya cross, Monoma! She might say things like “darn” and “shoot” and “fiddlesticks!’”

That got a laugh from everyone except for Mizuno and Fukui. Kana’s was a pleasant sound, a full on laugh that had her holding her stomach. Chiasa’s was a clacking, buzzing, sound, while Chizue’s was more of a reserved chuckle hidden behind her hand. Hekima was giggling and even Monoma was trying not to laugh at failing. Akaya accepted it good naturedly. She was not an angry person and rarely raised her voice, so she did not begrudge the joke at her expense. No harm was meant, after all.

“I might even venture so far as a “dang,’” she added, which only got a further laugh, especially from Chiasa, who nearly doubled over with laughter.

Kana finally recovered from her laughing. “Don’t worry,” she said. “If he doesn’t behave himself, you can count on me to give him a good smack.”

Shiro looked offended by that. “You’ve really got to stop doing that!”

She fired back. “When you stop doing creepy or annoying stuff, I will!”

Akaya held up her hands. “Please, no fighting while we are eating.”

Both muttered their apologies, and Kana switched lines of thought. “Speaking of your class, Akaya,” she said, “you know the new kid in your class?”

“Haimawari?”

Kana nodded. “Yeah, him. Midoriya’s mentioned him a few times, though Katsumi usually rolls her eyes. I saw him during the entrance exam and he was really impressive!”

“What about him?” Akaya asked.

Kana looked away, being surprisingly shy for a moment before she looked back. “Is he seeing anyone?”

Well, that was certainly not the question she was expecting. And judging from some of the reactions from the others, neither was anyone else.

“OooOoh,” Chiasa teased. “Kana’s got a cruuush.”

“I wouldn’t have picked you for the crushing type,” Chizue said. “Not that kind of crushing, anyway.” Next to her, Fukui made a kissy-face.

Hekima blinked slowly. “I have no idea who that is.”

Monoma just shook his head. “He’s not exactly a heroic dynasty, Kana. You could do better.”

Mizuno perked up, antlers waving rapidly in the air. “Oh! I know him! My family shops at his family’s convenience store! We went to school together before U.A.! He’s kind of a dork, but he’s a really nice guy!”

That tracked with Akaya’s assessment of Haimawari as well. More importantly, neither Todoroki not Midoriya would be friends with someone who was unpleasant or dishonorable, so that further honed her assessment of him.

“As far as I know,” Akaya replied, “he does not. But I cannot claim to have spoken to him for any great length of time, so my knowledge is incomplete. Midoriya, Tokoyami, or Todoroki would be better people to ask.” Shota Shinso, of course, also spent time with them, but he was not especially observant about anything that did not involve Heroes.

Kana put her head on the tabletop. “If I ask Midoriya, Katsumi’s going to find out and she’ll never let me here the end of it.”

“You don’t think she’ll find out anyway?” Shiro asked. “From what I understand of Class 1-A, the second anything vaguely romantic happens, it makes an appearance in the Ojiro girl’s gossip show.”

Mizuno clapped her hands together. “Oh, I love that show! And the other one she’s in sometimes, with the guy who eats stuff!”

Fukui grinned. “Ooooh, I love that one too! The pink guy is super cute! I can’t believe he already has a boyfriend!”

Akaya was not without passions of her own and had harbored many a childhood crush over the years, but the hurriedness of some of her friends and classmates to leap into relationships still often surprised her. Some of them more than others, of course. Mika Mineta let her passions rule her to the point of overriding her reason. On the other hand, she also tried very hard not to judge the actions of others. She had not walked in their shoes nor lived their lives. So she would not dissuade Kana from her path, nor any of the others.

“Iida and Sero seem very happy together so far,” she told Fukui. “But how long this may last, would not begin to speculate.”

“So you’re saying I might have a chance?”

“It is not my place to say.”

The large young man just shook his head. “You guys have known her longer. Is she always this cryptic?”

“I wouldn’t say cryptic,” Chiasa said. “Chizue’s cryptic. Akaya just doesn’t like to make snap judgements.”

“What about you, Akaya?” Chiasa asked, mischief in her eyes. “You crushing on anyone?”

“None at present,” she said, then held up a hand to forestall any follow-up questions that she knew were coming. “My last major crush was when I was thirteen, on Tensei Iida. I can see now such would have been folly anyway, so there is no harm in not having acted upon it.”

“Ooof,” Chiasa said. “Too bad.”

Akaya gave a little shrug. Some things were simply not meant to be. They were in charge of their own destinies, but in some cases, there were simply paths they were not meant to follow.

Kana resumed pounding her head on the table. “What am I gonna do?”

“If you like him,” Akaya said, “then may I suggest boldness? It seems to have worked well for Sora Iida in beginning a relationship with Midoriya.”

“Maybe,” Kana said.

“As much as it pains me to suggest anything that might benefit someone in Class 1-A,” Shiro said, “Akaya’s right. You’re too bold and tough not to just step up to the plate.”

Kana nodded, seemingly satisfied with that. “All right then. I’ll give it a shot.”

***

Later, Akaya returned to the 1-A dorm, satisfied in a long day of hard work. They’d gotten a lot accomplished in the Community Garden and she was able to bring back a basket full of fresh vegetables with her. They’d be able to make good use of these over the next few days.

She wondered how much she should tell her classmates. Part of her wanted to warn Midoriya and Kirishima-Bakugo that Shiro was watching them, but she also had his promise that he meant no harm. She could, at least, respect Kana’s privacy to approach Haimawari on her own terms, but the other bothered her. She did not like keeping secrets. Shiro had not asked her to keep it a secret, but to draw Kirishima-Bakugo’s attention to him was absolutely to put him at risk. Kirishima-Bakugo’s explosive temper was legendary enough as it was without adding more fuel to the fire.

Ultimately… if they asked, she would not lie. But she supposed she did not have to volunteer that information either. It was a lie of omission, but she felt she could live with it.

As she settled back into her dorm room, she felt her phone buzz with a text message.

Carefully, she withdrew her oversized phone, meant to fit easily in the palm of her oversized hand. She unclipped the stylus (most capacitive screens did not work well with her rocky skin) to see who it was. It turned out to be from Shiro.

The text simply said, “See? No harm meant” and was followed by a photo attachment. Curious, she tapped the attachment with her stylus to open it. The attachment opened, revealing a rather intricately crafted origami crane situated in the middle of what appeared to be an origami explosion. She knew Shiro regularly studied various artists and crafters in order to acquire additional skills, but it was impressive work all the same. More so when she recognized what had to be little original flourishes he had added, since his Quirk relied upon imitation.

This, however, just raised further questions. Spying and origami did not typically go together. Just what was Shiro up to? Few explanations presented themselves and the ones that did were too mind boggling to consider for long.

Carefully, she texted back. I am going out on a limb by trusting you. Do not betray that.

Do not worry, Shiro texted. All will be well.

She could only pray that it would be.

Sero and Iida, Miroriya and the other Iida, Kana and Haimawari, and now whatever was going on here… Perhaps it was time she began to consider what she wanted, before it was too late.

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Dark Angels: Creation. Part 41: Witch hunter; Hunter Witch Part 1. Adrian and Bryn

Adrian: *Sean throws Bryn a sharp look, his own troubles momentarily forgotten as he turns from worried male back into Sin’s reaper first lieutenant, but Zav shakes his head at him and then jerks it towards the ancient church. His deep, rich mental voice tags my brain as he silently speaks to all of us. ‘Let them work it out Sean. Even as a human Bryn could handle any witch ever born. As a reaper it should be like shooting fish in a barrel for her. We’ll go out to her workshop so I can teach you what you need to know. She’ll call us if she needs us.’ Sourly, I frown at him and ‘path’ back ‘Thanks for throwing me to the wolf here Zav.’ He just throws his head back and laughs as he mists away. Sean gives a mental chuckle, which I am actually kind of glad to hear, given where he’s at in his head right now, and sends out some soothing vibes as he adds his two cents. ‘Don’t worry, she hardly ever bites. Unless you ask her to. And even then she has to REALLY be into you.’ ‘Ha, ha, very funny,’ I answer back as he demats out right behind Zav. With a sigh I look at her dubiously.*

Why is it always me you snag for these crazy ideas? I’m a soldier, not a hunter. Give me a battlefield and I’m your guy, but hunting’s a different kind of fight. Sean’s better as a hunter, or even Zav.

Bryn: *Hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes and tossing my shaggy black hair back as I narrow my eyes*

Think of it as guerilla warfare. Even you’ve learned that forming ranks isn’t always the best option. *Huffing* And besides, it’s /not/ always you. Usually it’s Zav. But he’s busy and I don’t think he can help me with this anyway. You’ve got something special and I need it.

Adrian: Fine. What do we do first?

Bryn: First? Strip.

Adrian: *My eyebrows raise in outrage.* What do you mean, “strip”? I’m not taking my clothes off for you!

Bryn: *Snorting a laugh* Oh, relax, lover-boy, your virginity’s safe with me. I need to look for an anti-witch mark. I think you’re somehow invisible to the witch. We’ve been working in pairs, with another reaper, since this began. The only attacks that have occurred have been when you were the only reaper paired with another. I’d say that whoever is in charge of spying on us can’t see you. So drop your pants, at least down to your boxer briefs.

Adrian: I’m not a virgin, for Creator’s sake! *Jesus, women!* And I don’t wear boxers, briefs, or any combination of that under leathers. Just a jock strap.

Bryn: So much the better. If I need to see the full package, I’ll let you know.*Smirking, Now drop the pants and ditch the shirt.

Adrian: Fine, *I snap* But I’m not doing this down here. Sin and Declan could mist in at any second. My room will do.

*Without waiting I dematerialize upstairs to the room I took as my own for the duration. A quick glance around assures me it’s in shape just as Bryn’s black mist reforms in the doorway.*

Bryn: *I just knew he was going to be a pain about this. He’s always been more standoffish than Sean and Zav. With a sigh I mist up to the doorway to his room. Once my form has re-manifested I take a careful look around. The place looks like a military barracks. You could bounce a dime off of that bed. There are no personal items, no keepsakes. The only things that hang on the walls are his sword and dagger, tools of his trade, I guess.*

Well, you live up to the billing. *stepping inside* This place is certainly Spartan.

Adrian: *I give her something between a smirk and a frown… I never know how the hell to respond to Bryn. I’d had more contact with her since we started this rebellion in the ranks than I’d had since Zav recruited her and still I was awkward as crap around her. But then, I’d never been good with women. Even my human wife had given me a wide berth after fulfilling her duties as a Spartan wife, which had suited me just fine. Normally I treated female reapers the same way I treat male ones -- like I would have a lower ranked soldier when I was human -- with respect, but also with the expectation they’d keep the appropriate distance from a higher ranking officer. But by rank Bryn was my peer and in terms of power, hells, she could probably put me down by raising her eyebrow if she got pissed. I don’t know what one of those fireballs of hers could do to a reaper, but I didn’t want to give her an excuse to use me to find out. Finally, stalling, I ask,*

So what would this mark look like? After all this time I think I’d know if I had one.

Bryn: It could look like a birthmark, a mole… a weird configuration of freckles. Or it might not be visible to the naked eye at all. Whoever put it on you had talent, power, and imagination. I strongly suspect your grandmother. Even though it was before my time and well away from my country of origin, I’ve studied the lore and I’ve done some time... we’ll call it internships… with magical mortals and immortals during my leaves from the corps. *At his skeptical look I add,* What, you think I just take off for a few weeks and amuse myself with boy-toys? Give me a break. Men are more trouble than they’re worth. I learned that lesson early on as a reaper. Now lose the clothes.

Adrian: *This time I don’t have to think about how to react. A dark frown crosses my face as I let my clothes disappear, at least down to my jock. My skin heats as she starts to circle me and looks at me appraisingly*

I feel like a stud being examined before he services a mare, *I grumble.*

Why would you think my grandmother would do that?

Bryn: *Clinically, I look over every exposed inch. His skin has that tan that modern human women give themselves skin cancer trying to achieve and it ripples over a well-defined six-pack. The black back straps of the supporter grip well-developed glutes and the front… well, let’s just say I bet he had to specially design this particular bit of apparel. The pouch covers the necessities –barely- but even with its larger than normal proportions there’s quite obviously no room for any kind of protective cup. There’s barely room for him. Apparently Apollo’s genetics ran true through his descendants. But there are no marks on him that I can see. No freckles, no birthmarks, nothing. Just wide expanses of smooth, golden skin.*

The first Oracle of Delphi was mad strong magically and notably protective of her descendants. Oh, she had to let them choose their paths from the Fates’ choices, but she did what she could to protect them from harm from god’s and other magical entities... I’m not seeing anything…. Is the form you manifest as a reaper identical to the one you had as a human?

Adrian: *Nodding* It’s exactly as I was before I died. Does this mean I have to lose the supporter, too? I mean, why would my grandmother have put the mark on my, uh, private parts?

Bryn: Maybe because no one but someone you trust would ever see it. But don’t ditch the jock yet. There’s another possibility. She could have branded it soul deep the way Freya did the Inguz on Sin. I’ve never seen Sin naked, but I’m betting it doesn’t show itself unless invoked. It probably flairs if the Horseman tries to reach him through their link. If we left the wards and the witch is scrying for us then it would probably show itself.

Adrian: I am /NOT/ going outside this room like this, let alone outside the wards!

Bryn: Chill!

*Ok, I’m getting impatient with this modesty thing…*

We can mist to some place remote. If I’m right, the witch won’t see you, just me. You can manifest, let me take a gander, and then hide and get fully dressed, including weapons, until they send someone. We’re a match for the Horseman’s bully boys. We just need one alive when it’s over. I’ll force mental rapport and find out what they know before we stuff them in a Dybbuk box. We’ll know all he or she knows. If it’s demons we might have to get more creative. And if I’m wrong and they see us both, then we just have to kill them and try something else.

Adrian: *Snorting* You make it sound so easy. As they keep losing grunts, they might suspect we’re dispatching them too easily and send more than a couple this time.

Bryn: So?

*Hands on my hips, challengingly. A little conflict is getting him past his embarrassment and, hey, I’m always up for an argument in a good cause.*

You held off 10,000 men with a group of 300 at a mountain pass in Greece. You afraid of a few reapers? Where’s that Spartan attitude?

Adrian: We all DIED, in case you forgot. And no, I’m not afraid. I just want to be sure we aren’t “ambushed” with overwhelming force. They have to realize by now that the ones they have sent out aren’t coming back and that we /are/ still coming up on their radar. They haven’t called demons back in since the initial attack, but if they still could.

Bryn: *it’s a good point, I have to admit.*

But I can’t see the Horseman asking Lucifer for help easily. It shows that he’s weak. Sean took out DeAndre and that has to rankle, IF he knows about it. There’s no guarantee of that. The Horseman tends to let his “underlings” run things for him. If he didn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to position ourselves as well as we have. But if someone has slid into the power vacuum created when DeAndre and his crew didn’t return they don’t want the Horseman to know they’ve failed to contain us or even to take a civilian important to us. *Thinking out loud now.* In fact, I bet the Horseman isn’t aware of any of this. Not that he’s above rape and murder, but it’s not the smart move right now. Trying to take us out before he’s ready to make HIS big move isn’t any smarter than it would be for us to go on small random offensives just before we make OURS. It's in his best interest to keep us unsuspecting until he’s ready to take out all of the holdovers from Sin’s era and that he’s not quite there yet. New leadership is probably keeping him in the dark as much as they can. The reaper souls haven’t left a mortal plane yet, just been stashed in Dybbuk boxes for safekeeping, so the Horseman wouldn’t feel them gone. Lucifer might be missing the random demons that attacked you and Sean, but if they were low level cannon fodder, I doubt it. No, it’s the witch that will be more of a challenge than we’ve seen before. I can only think of three witches besides myself that could manage this kind of thing solo and I don’t like to think any of them would be in the service of Lucifer.

Adrian: *My embarrassment is gone. Bryn’s pretty much all business at the moment. She’s not above teasing any of us when the moment is right but she gets this isn’t the moment. And that makes it easy for me to focus on the task at hand as well.*

What makes you say that? And why not any of those three witches?

Bryn: It’s a massive operation to set up magical 24/7 surveillance on several beings who simply wink in and out of any location on the mortal plane and that’s how it would look, like a blip on a very big map. Scrying is usually done on a small scale for one physical being in a suspected general location. To see one of us popping up anywhere in the world, and doing it seemingly from nowhere, because with us behind wards that’s how it would appear, requires more than physical observation. It requires something that mentally tags the practitioner so they can catch it. Add to that our physical appearances are simply manifestations of our souls, and it means it has to be someone with enough juice to track a soul, not just a body. *Sighing, now, because the answer to the second question is harder.*

As for why those three? Well, two of them are my sisters. They died in the battle before my last one and I always assumed their souls had moved on to new lives, probably multiple times by now. Something would have had to go very, very wrong in one of those lives for either of them to end up pledged to Lucifer. As for the third… he’s very, very strong, and he very manipulative. And…*hesitating* we have history. Of all the human “boy toys” you guys have teased me about taking for a spin as a reaper, he’s the only one that I actually did.

Adrian: *If my jaw could hit the ground, it would have. Bryn’s as tough and pragmatic as they come and she’s always avoided emotional entanglements of any kind. Someone that could get past that tough exterior was either very special or very devious. A thousand questions run through my head.*

What do you mean “took for a spin”? Was this a short term fling or something more? Just how powerful was he? Enough to pose a problem for you?

Bryn: *If looks could kill a reaper, Adrian would be headed for the Long Sleep right now.*

We were involved for 20 mortal years, so maybe you’d call that a short term fling in a reaper’s gauge of time, but for that 20 years I thought I’d found what Sean and Zav have. I wasn’t sure how it would go when his time as a mortal passed, but I thought perhaps he could be recruited to become one of us. I had only been a reaper a few hundred years. I wasn’t aware of all the vetting Sin put in before he took one of us on even just as an ordinary reaper. Emrys would never have made the cut. He wasn’t entirely mortal for one thing. And he had an overpowering ambition for power that I didn’t realize until we’d been together most of that 20 years.

Adrian: “Not entirely mortal?” What does /that/ mean? Witches are mortal. Essentially just gifted humans.

Bryn: But Emrys wasn’t totally human.

*Looking away for a moment, embarrassed now at how naïve I’d been.*

Emrys’ father was a demon. His mother had been human. I’m not entirely sure, but I got the impression that his conception hadn’t been willing, and after he was born she confessed all to a priest. He convinced her the child was an abomination that had to die, but of course he wouldn’t get his hands dirty and she couldn’t bear the thought of doing it, so she swaddled the babe and left it in a sacred oak grove. Christian priests were just beginning to make inroads in Wales back then. Druidism and goddess worship were still predominant and the druids found the infant. The high priest was no fool. There was no reason an apparently healthy male child would be abandoned back then. He investigated and found the mother but she was too afraid to take the child back so he adopted him and raised him. I’d thought that upbringing had been enough to counteract his demonic heritage, and maybe his lust for power was just a normal human failing. But if it wasn’t….

Adrian: If it wasn’t, he could easily be behind this. *I finish for her.* How did you meet him? Did you teach him magick?

Bryn: He found me. Up until I moved everything here I kept my workshop in the crystal cave in Wales where I’d learned my craft all those centuries ago. It was remote and I had never had to ward it against intruders and then one day when I’m off role and working on a spell this drop dead gorgeous young guy just appears at the entrance. He said he’d been exploring. “Exploring”, my ass. *snorting* He’d felt the power as I worked the spell and had scryed to find the location. Then he just “appeared”. He said he was on a spiritual quest and just happened to find the cave. It took me 20 years to work out that he could translocate like a demon. Granted, I wasn’t with him all the time, but every leave I got, I spent with him and every night instead of staying with the corps I decamped to his bed. *Shaking my head,* I was so blind to what he really was.

Adrian: *She’d deny it, but you didn’t have to have Sean’s gift to feel the pain in her voice. This asshole hurt a woman I called sister, and now I want to deal out some pain to him. Didn’t matter if he was already dead. A reaper can get to anyone, anywhere, anytime.

So what happened?

Bryn: A baby was born in Cornwall. A dragon, a comet with a flame red tail, filled the sky that night. *My eyes grow distant as I remember.* He was almost manic with excitement. He said he’d seen it, that it portended the birth of king who would unite all of the kingdoms under one rule, but that he needed to be there. It was only with his power that it could happen. By that time the Rome I’d fought against had long since left Britain. Vikings ravaged the coasts at will, and for a time, they’d succeeded in establishing a foothold on a large part of the island. When grown, this new king, according to him, would see the Vikings gone and Britain ruled by Britains.

*Sighing wearily as I drop down to sit on Adrian’s bed*

What he didn’t say was it wasn’t about uniting the kingdoms. It was about being the power behind the throne. There was nothing altruistic in this. He saw the future and wanted more power. He already had magick…. More than anyone else I’d ever seen and I’d taught him how to use it. Now he wanted a different kind of power. And he wanted me to help him. As a reaper I could take out anyone that stood in his way, make sure he had access to the child. As a witch I could combine my power with his and create a world that was his to command. I was appalled.

We had a fight, a huge one, and it all came out. He never loved me. He’d used my body the way he wanted to use my power – to bind me to him. If I’d had none, if I’d even just been a mortal witch, he wouldn’t have looked at me twice. I cast him from my cave and warded it against him so thoroughly that he had no hope of ever gaining entrance again and then I turned my back on him. He followed through and I guess it worked for a time. But in the end other mortal weaknesses caused the death of this savior of Britain and the kingdom fell. Emrys died, walled away in his own cave by his fallen king’s enemies, led by a witch with some significant power of her own. Zav reaped his soul. I never asked what happened to it. Being half demon it could very well have ended up at Lucifer’s disposal.

Adrian: *I cross to the bed and sit down beside her. Ignoring my nearly naked status, I put my arm around her shoulder and pull her against my side. It says something about how devastating this was to her that she actually allows it. As I look down, I can see a sheen of tears she refuses to shed gleaming in her eyes.*

So if it is this asshole, can I kill him?

Bryn: *A strangled laugh escapes me. Damn, Adrian is such a rock. Unshakeable and steady. And just what I needed. Not too much sympathy, just enough and the understanding that revenge is best served cold.*

Well one of us has to.

Adrian: And, *raising an eyebrow – damn, has Sin taught all of us that?* And if it’s one of your sisters?

Bryn: *Inhaling and pulling away from his side to sit upright as his arm falls away.*

If it’s one of my sisters, it’s on me. I’ll need to know what twisted them up so much that they went that way and then I’ll deal with them. But I’m hoping it’s a coalition of lesser witches. A group of three with some skill could also pull this operation off. But first we have to get to them. And to do that we need to interrogate a bad guy.

So. *clapping my hands on my thighs, and then standing, forcing the bravado back into my voice* Are you ready to go, studly?

Adrian: *Suddenly, I’m very conscious of my near naked state once again. It’s a more normal Bryn comment, and I’m glad to see her coming back to herself, but still, “studly” is a going a step too far. Face flaming, I blurt* Don’t call me that. And just /where/ are we going?

Bryn: Outside my crystal cave in Wales. It’s remote even by today’s standards, and it has plenty of trees for you to conceal yourself behind so we can get a drop on whoever comes. Plus, if you’re concerned about them sending greater numbers than they have previously come to pass, we can retreat into the cave and I can slam down wards they won’t get through. Oh, don’t look at me like that, *Seeing the dubious look on his face.* We’ll stay in the half world until you can reassure yourself there’s no one around to see you in all your semi-naked glory. But be aware if I don’t see a mark flare, you’ll be naked pretty quick so I can make sure grandma didn’t tat you in an even more concealed place. Once it does you can get dressed. And armed.

Adrian: *The sword from the wall materializes in my hand. Though I’d come to prefer the medieval longsword, for fighting naked a Spartan sword was a more appropriate length for potentially naked fighting.*

I’m going in armed. As a mortal I didn’t fight in much more than this.

Bryn: *Frowning* Then why all the “I’m not going to be naked” crap if you fought mostly naked as a human?

Adrian: Because I’m /not/ human anymore and leathers provide a little more protection. Plus you’re a girl. I didn’t /fight/ girls in battle. Now are we going or not?

Bryn: Don’t think of me as a girl. Think of me as a harpy. Vicious and lethal. It might help. Follow me. *with a thought I dematerialized into the fine black mist of the reaper and disappeared.*

Adrian: *Snorting*

Women. *following her lead, I dematerialize into the half-world and follow her to Wales.*

#TBC

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snaggle-chamsae · 6 years

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Afraid | Sungwoon

genre: fluff

member: sungwoon

requested: yes!

summary: sungwoon is the best boyfriend you could ever ask for but you’re afraid that you would drag him down with your problems.

side note: thank you so much @gresthegreat for requesting this 💓 I’m sorry to keep you waiting, I hope this meets your expectations although i think it’s a little messy! do let me know what you think :>

it feels like it has been a long time since my last update….. :/ school is almost taking over my life x.x

lethargic is probably an understatement to your life right now

you’re not only fulfilling your duty as a student, you’re also fulfilling your duty as a part-time worker

your life probably only revolves around study and work

what’s after school? work

and what’s after work? school

the urge to quit your work is REAL

but you know you obviously can’t because of your family’s finance

your dad’s salary just got cut and your mom recently got fired

since you’re the oldest child, your parents have high expectations of you and rely a lot on you

they think you’re responsible enough

that’s why they made you go and work

and of course, how can you ever say no right

so you kept everything to yourself, no matter how tiring it is

but once you see sungwoon, your boyfriend

everything seemed to be much better

that smile whenever sungwoon sees you, will always make you smile too

your mood would go from 0 to 100 real quick

his hug is just like an energizer, you feel so much better when you’re in his arms

since he is just as smol as you do, that makes cuddling 100 times better

once you’re in sungwoon’s embrace, it seems as though you can’t be separated from him

“why, why are you sighing again my love?” sungwoon said while he hugs you tighter

you wish you could tell him the real reason but you decided that it’s selfish of you to share your worries with him and make him worry as well

yes you kept this whole ‘work after school’ as a secret from him

as much as you wanted to pour your heart out, but no you can’t say anything

and thankfully after so many months, sungwoon is still kept in the dark

you’re not sure if this is the best solution but

you would still go on dates with him and only on weekends

there are times where he would ask why can’t he see you more often

and you had to lie which you hate the most

you told him that you have to rush to your grandparent’s place to take care of them in another area of Seoul

it definitely hurts to lie to him but….. that’s the best you could do and not be a burden to him

it’s 6pm and that’s the time where you guys ended school together

and the time you guys separate

“see you tomorrow sungwoon, i love you” you stood there and wave goodbye to him

as you see him getting further and further away, you always hated this sight where you really wanted to run to him and be with him

but obviously you can’t

usually after you guys part, you have to rush to work

your workplace is about 20 minutes away from your school and the reason why you wanted it to be far away because

you didn’t want your classmates to know because you are very sure that they would laugh at you being poor and you need to work

at the same time, you didn’t want sungwoon to find out

so you decided that a cafe that is 20 minutes is safe enough to keep everyone in the dark

and when you start work, you would usually lose track of time until your manager says work is over for you

you are in charged of the drinks and you have to also serve

although it’s kind of fun, but it’s really draining

because you have to smile constantly and be there whenever someone calls you over

your work would usually end at around 1 am and most of the time, you would just sleep on the whole journey home

before you know it, you got to get up 5 am to go to school

and that is basically a day for you

while you’re on your way home, you saw a message from sungwoon

“hey babe, shall we go on a date tomorrow since it’s the weekend and you don’t have to be at your grandparent’s place?” sungwoon suggested

“sure, why not!”

without thinking much, you agreed immediately

when the morning arrives, you got really excited because it has seriously been such a long time that you spend quality time with sungwoon

you woke up early to put on your makeup

and you spend almost like 1 hour trying to pick your outfit

deciding if you should wear a dress or just wear something casual

and when you heard your phone ring, you thought it is sungwoon

you pick up the call without seeing the caller ID

“good morning my love- y/n!” a puzzled look appeared on your face and then you realized it is actually your manager that called

“look y/n, i know it’s the weekend and i really shouldn’t be calling you but we have an emergency here. one of them fell sick and couldn’t come today so could you come and replace her?”

you sighed as a reply and you heard your manager continued going on

“please y/n, you know how busy the cafe can get on weekends right?”

“alright, I’ll be there as soon as I could”

that immediately ruin your whole morning

to be exact, the whole day

and you hated how you ACTUALLY HAVE TO CANCEL YOUR DATE BECAUSE OF WORK

“good morning sungwoon” you called him

“what’s up, can’t wait to see me later?” his morning voice is one of your weakness but you still have to break the bubble

“sungwoon, I’m really sorry but I might have to cancel our date today…”

“I have to go over to my grandparent’s place today even though i told them i have a date today”

“awww it’s alright babe, we can meet another day! in this case, i will hang out with my friends then”

“i’m really sorry sungwoon, i will make up to you soon” you wanted to stab yourself for backing out

“it’s okay, we can see each other again” with that, you hang up and prepare to head to work

out of all days, the staff had to be sick today

geez man

and you know how crazy it is during the weekends,

as you entered the cafe at 10 am, people are already there having their breakfast

thus, you had no choice but to start working

without you knowing, you have already work past lunch time and looking at the number of customers you have today, you immediately thought of skipping lunch

which isn’t a good idea because you already skipped breakfast

so you pressed on

but your stomach doesn’t seem to be working with you today

your gastric is acting up and you know it would gradually get worse

just when you wanted to take a seat, another customer called you

oh wells no break i guess

time skip until dinner time

your stomach is still having that stinging feeling but you can still bear with it

“are you okay, y/n?” one of the staff asked

“yeah i guess? just a little gastric but i’ll be fine!” you forced a smile

hours passed and it is soon 11 pm

you’re so glad that the day is gonna be over

you can’t wait to get back to your bed honestly

just when you thought customers would stop coming in, you heard the door opening again

“welcome-” you became speechless because you have never expected sungwoon and his friends to dine in here

how did he even find this cafe?

the both of you literally just stared at one another without saying a word

“ya sungwoon, isn’t that your girlfriend? what is she doing here?” you heard one of your friends whispered

you have absolutely no idea how to react now

before you know it, sungwoon grabbed your wrist and forced you out of the cafe

the moment he shake your wrist off angrily, you know this is going the wrong way

“sungwoon i can explain- i guess this is where your grandparents live huh” he pointed out sarcastically

“why are you even working in the first place? how long has this been?”

“sungwoon, look… i have my reasons for not telling you”

“what is it that you can’t tell me? you know i can help you!”

in the midst of all these explanations, your gastric isn’t helping

and out of all moments, it just gets worse and worse

“i just can’t tell you, please understand me sungwoon” you plead

“fine, continue lying then. i’m done” he gave you one last look and walked off

“no no no sungwoon come back”

as you run after him, you could feel yourself losing strength and before you know it, you collapsed

time skipppp

you woke up all of a sudden, thinking that you’re still at work

you panted while recognizing that you’re not at your house

“you’re awake” sungwoon entered the room

memories of what happened earlier on replayed in your mind and a feeling of guilt ran through your body

“sungwoon, I’m sorry- talk later, eat this” from the label of the medicine, you know it’s for your stomach

“you should at least eat your meals if you want to work” sungwoon said while he leans against the wall, looking at you swallow those pills

you nodded

your mind is just filled with so much thoughts that you don’t even know how to start explaining

“now would you care to explain why you couldn’t tell me anything?”

guilt is practically eating you up

now that sungwoon knows everything, you had no choice

“fine… the reason why i kept this whole thing as a secret because my family is having financial issues and i didn’t want to burden you by telling you all my problems”

“i know you’re probably tired and if i continue telling you all the problems i have, that would be so selfish of me…”

you slurred your words because you have no idea how is sungwoon gonna react

and different scenarios started appearing in your mind

what if he leaves me?

what if he laughs at me?

you could feel your eyes start brimming with tears

“you’re such a silly person, how could you keep everything to yourself and pretend you’re a burden to me?” sungwoon brought you into his arms

it’s has been such a long time when you heard such words

“i’m always afraid that i would drag you down” you confessed

“don’t ever say that, you know that i love you and you will never be a burden to me” he pulls you close

listening to his words made you relieve all those stress you have been facing silently

you snuggled close to him

“i don’t know if i should be happy that i found out this way… but please y/n, you know i love you and don’t you ever say you’re a burden to me” you felt a kiss on your forehead

you finally smiled after a long time

“now, shall we continue with our date?”

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thorne93 · 7 years

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Past VS Present (Part 2)

Prompt: Imagine being best friends with Loki, but this wasn’t always the case, since you’d grown up with Anakin Skywalker. And when Anakin needs your help one day, it starts a wave of events.

Word Count: 2427

Warnings: language (later in series), drama...? idk

Notes: This takes place like right before Thor 1 and after-ish Revenge of the Sith (without Anakin turning) Thanks a million to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes I couldn’t have finished this without you. and @queendivaofthedark you were amazing, thank you so much!

Crossover of Thor (Loki) and Star Wars

Tags (let me know if you want added or removed): @phantomgirl2298 @munlis

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After you traveled through the vortex, and landed at the foot of the Jedi temple, you ran throughout it, trying to find Anakin. You asked every face you saw for him. Finally, they pointed you in the right direction and you found him in a meditation room.

“Anakin!” you sighed with relief as you ran to him. It was in that instant that everything else was forgotten. The past three years of Asgard, Thor, Sif, being a warrior, your status, your duty to your new land...Loki, all of it was forgotten. All you cared about in that moment was Anakin Skywalker.

He stood, grinned widely at you, and hugged you tightly, the feeling of home and comfort surrounded you.

“Y/N,” he greeted and you two quickly left the meditation room.

“I got your message. What’s troubling you?” you asked as you held his hands. By the Force, he had gotten handsome. If you weren’t so worried about him, your cheeks would be red as you stood before him. His hair had grown, it’d become wavy, his face had matured, his jawline more defined, his lips more plump. He’d turned into the image of pure handsomeness, so much so your breath halted in your throat once you took him in.

“Come, not here,” he instructed as he pulled you to his room and shut the door. Once you settled on his couch, he asked if you needed something to drink.

“No, please, Anakin, you called out for me, tell me what’s going on,” you pleaded as you gestured for him to sit. He obliged and sat next to you, pulling one leg up so he could face you.

“It’s good to see you,” he informed, his deep voice so full of emotion you almost melted.

You were about to burst from anticipation however, and your feelings could wait. “As it is you, but Anakin--”

“Yes, yes…” He waved you off. “I--uh--I feel a pull to the dark side,” he said suddenly and your stomach dropped.

“Anakin,” you breathed, touching his shoulder, your brows pulling together. “Whatever for?”

“My visions. They...They’re of you,” he said quickly, his dark eyes on yours.

“Of me? What of me?” you questioned.

With a pinched face and a pained voice, he told you, “Just like the ones of my mother, you’re dying in it.”

You took a second to process this. Anakin’s visions had always proved true. There was no reason to question them now, but to your knowledge, you were in no danger. You slowly shook your head.

“Okay, Anakin...I believe you but as far as I know, I’m in no danger...so what does all of this have to do with the dark side?”

He waited a moment, pursing his lips, and his robotic fist curled. “I...Well, I confided in Senator Palpatine that I was worried for you and he told me that...that a Sith had the power to stop death.”

You sighed. “Palpatine? You should not put your faith in him, Anakin, I do not trust him,” you said.

“I know. I know you don’t. But what choice do I have, Y/N?” he asked as he whirled off the couch. “I can’t let you die,” he said.

You stood as he faced away from you.

“Does your vision show you where or how I die?”

“No, but if it is anything like my mother, it will be soon,” he answered while he spun to be face to face with you. “I can’t have that happen. I’ve already lost so much, please don’t let me lose you too.”

You pursed your lips.

“What if I stayed for a few days? To show you that I’m not in harm’s way?”

“But my vision--”

You silenced him with a finger to his mouth. “Anakin, your visions have always told the truth, so when the time comes, we will deal with it, but promise me you will stay away from Palpatine and any darkness.”

A moment passed between you two, your finger still on his mouth. You knew this worried him, it must if he was considering going to the dark side just to save you. The fear fell off him in waves and ebbed into your own Force aura. You wanted to wash his fear away, but there was nothing to do but you knew going to the Dark Side was not an option.

He nodded and you lifted your finger from his mouth. He finally broke the silence. “Very well.”

He led you back to the sofa by the hand.

“So how has your new life been?” he asked in a more cheerful tone, a smile playing at his plump lips.

“It’s been very good.”

“Where did you end up?”

“Asgard. I am King Odin’s warrior. I fight with the Princes, as one of the top ranked fighters.”

“Is that so?” he asked with a grin. “Well congratulations. That sounds...fulfilling.”

“It is. And you? It must be so nice to be a Master!” you said excitedly as you beamed at him.

He had a half smile on his face. “I wouldn’t exactly know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” you demanded, irritation in your voice. “Surely they’ve granted you the title of Master by now.”

“No, Y/N, they haven’t,” he sighed as he answered.

“But that’s preposterous! You deserve to be master more than anyone!” you objected. Anakin was the best Jedi the Force had ever seen and to deny him his right as a Master was ridiculous.

“The council doesn’t think I’m ready,” he tried gently.

You scoffed. “The council. Hah! You’re more than ready. See, this is why I am happy with King Odin. With the Jedi there are so many...rules.”

“Ah yes, the rules. Is that why you left?”

You shrugged. “Partially,” you answered with a slight sigh. “All of the politics and the rules and guidelines, surely you must understand my desire to leave.”

“I know the Jedi are strict but it’s for a good reason,” he countered.

“While that may be,” you started, “they don’t allow for a normal life, Anakin. Your entire life is devoted to them. That isn’t a life. I needed freedom. I can not be chained to a religion or practice. I need freedom to go where I wish, live where I want...love who I want…”

“Love? Have you found love?”

You laughed awkwardly at the question, Loki slamming hard into the forefront of your mind. Thinking of Loki and sitting next to Anakin felt entirely alien. A bout of guilt built itself in your stomach.

Much like earlier, when you forgot of your beloved Prince, you remembered that for your three years in Asgard in Loki’s presence you’d let your memory of Anakin slip. You’d told Loki of him when you first started to become close years ago. Loki had asked about your previous life, where you came from, your family, all of it. Of course, Anakin was the subject of most of your stories and memories, Obi-Wan making a guest appearance often, but mostly Anakin. However, once you stayed longer and longer around Loki, his memories took the place of the memories of the Jedi and Anakin.

How could you let the man you’d grown up with slip from your memory?

“Uh, no, not quite,” you answered and left it at that. “And you? Last I heard, you and Padme had found love with each other, is that true?” You weren’t sure why but you were hoping sincerely that he wouldn’t say yes. Something gnawed within you.

“Senator Padme? No,” he replied, shaking his head with a small laugh. “That would be highly inappropriate and neither of us feel that way about each other. We are simply friends.”

“Ah, good.”

“Good?”

You realized what you just said and scrambled to correct it. “I mean that...uh...it’s good because otherwise you’d have to hide your relationship or leave the Jedi so I’m glad you’re not in that position.”

“Ah, right,” he agreed with a slight nod, looking a little dejected.

Anakin couldn’t….no...no, he couldn’t...care for you like that, could he? Surely not. He was a Jedi, forbidden to love. At least, forbidden to admit they were in love.

Furthermore, why did you want Anakin to want you? He was your best friend. Your childhood companion. He wasn’t allowed to love you and doing so would destroy his career as a Jedi…

For the life of you though, you wanted that. You wanted Anakin to want you the way you wanted him. You wanted that romantic flame to ignite between you two….

But...hadn’t you wanted the same thing moments before Anakin filled your mind? Loki was in the middle of a request, question, or something rather, and you had been filled with optimism and hope that it was for the same thing you were wanting of Anakin now.

In fact, if you thought about it, you’d had these feelings for Anakin for a long time. Right before you’d left, you had wanted to ask him to run away with you. You wanted him to join you on your quest for a new life, but between the war, and Padme, and the guilt of making him leave the thing he was destined for, you decided against it. But at that time, you suppose you felt more than friendship for him, and another part of leaving was that feeling those things shouldn’t have made you feel guilty, but being a Jedi it did - so you left. You knew the only way to get over Anakin and to have the freedom to love someone would be to leave the thing holding you back.

You and Anakin caught up a little more, him telling you of recent missions, you telling of yours. You mentioned Loki, Thor, and the others and life living in a palace. Before long though, he suggested you come say hi to Obi-Wan and the others.

Obi-Wan was teaching so you came in and stood at the top of the stairs until they were dismissed. You observed him. He had grown more handsome as well, his hair growing out and he had filled out even more, looking more and more like an adult. He was possibly the best master anyone could hope for. He stood at the bottom for a moment, collecting his things before he glanced up, sensing the presence in the room.

“Anakin, what’re--Y/N?” he gasped, his eyes going wide.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” you greeted sweetly.

“My goodness!” He dropped his things and ran up to hug you. “It’s been too long, Y/N! How are you? Are you returning? How long have you been here?” he asked, volleying so many questions your head started to spin.

“I’m just visiting, Obi-Wan,” you answered, quieting his excitement, trying to ignore the pang of guilt that assaulted your stomach as you saw his face fall.

“Oh, I see. So what brings you to us?”

“My visions,” Anakin interjected. “I told her.”

Obi-Wan’s gaze shifted to his Padawan. “You told her of your visions. Anakin,” he sighed disappointedly.

“No, I’m glad he told me,” you assured, touching Obi-Wan’s arm. “I am. His visions haven’t been wrong yet. I plan to stay a few days to see if that eases things, to see if his vision goes away.”

“Very well. Well, would you care to grab some dinner?”

“I would be delighted,” you said with a soft smile.

“Excellent!”

Obi-Wan gathered his things and you, him, Anakin, Master Yoda, and Master Windu had dinner together in the temple.

“So, Y/N, how is life outside of the Jedi?” Master Windu asked.

“It’s...liberating?” you said cautiously. “Forgive me, it’s just--”

Windu held his hand up. “No need. It’s not for everyone. We’d rather you leave on good terms than to reject our ways and turn to the Dark Side.”

A glance was shared between you and Anakin as you sat next to each other.

“I’m glad you see it that way,” you said softly. “It really is good. I work alongside the Princes in Asgard as one of the head warriors.”

“That’s a respectable job,” Obi-Wan commended.

“Did you expect something different?” you questioned with a laugh before taking a sip of your drink.

Obi-Wan grinned and responded matter-of-factly, “No, in fact, I expected just that. How did you manage that?”

“Well, once I left here, I had heard King Odin was looking for a new warrior to help lead his army so I came to his land. I told them I was looking for the position, they informed me I would be added to the list of 1000 contenders. And so I was. We would have a battle royale of sorts, fighting each other in small rounds, the victors moving on to the next round, so on and so forth until eventually, I defeated them all.” You shrugged slightly. “King Odin saw me fight, seemed impressed, he seemed to enjoy the fact that I could use the Force and gave the honor of serving among his men and sons.”

“And do you enjoy it?” Obi-Wan asked.

Oh absolutely. I’m helping people, I am fighting, I am free to read, learn, travel a little, and I’ve made great friends.”

Everyone at the table smiled at you.

“It would seem that leaving the Jedi was the best choice for you then,” Obi-Wan noted.

“I wouldn’t say that,” you sheepishly said.

The rest of the night was wonderful, as your old friends filled you in on all of the happenings, events, good and bad, updating you on all things as you did the same for them with your new life. Certainly, nostalgia was brought on, just being in the Jedi temple brought back feelings of home. Anakin and Obi-Wan and the other Masters had saved your life more than once on different occasions, and you for them. They were your family when you never knew what a family was.

Yoda, filled with so much wisdom, he reminded you of the King and Queen. Windu with his wit reminded you of Fandral. Obi-Wan reminded you of Hogun with his responsibility. You’d missed them very much, but while they were an amazing group of people to be around, so were Thor, Loki, Sif, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg. Not to mention the King and Queen and all of the acquaintances that came with them.

Your past was just as good as your future. The only difference was that there was freedom in your future.

#past vs present #loki #loki odinson #loki odinson fic #loki odinson x reader #loki x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker fic #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars fic #thor #thor fic

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Troll’s fanfiction: “The Forbidden Fruit” [1/5]

This is a first, short chapter of my new Broppy story, The Forbidden Fruit. It is an Omegaverse!AU (if you don’t know anything about Omegaverse, you should read something about it, it’s amazing!). I hope you’ll enjoy it and, as “Light Blue Sky, Pink Bright Flower”, it’ll have 5 chapters (two of them will contain smut). I hope you’ll like it. :)

Couple: Broppy obviously, and a bit of ChenillexSuki in this chapter.

The climate was incredibly hot and sunny that morning, a light and calming breeze was blowing on the Princess' slim body, that shooke with joy and sincere pecker: it was a really nice day, she would have lied on that smooth rock forever, if she could. Poppy closed her pink eyes and grinned, before stretching her tired muscles, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her fluffy skin, until a familiar voice called her. “Goodmorning, dad! How are you? Did you sleep well?” Poppy happily asked, jumping off the boulder and greeting her old parent. “Organizing the celebration must have been difficult. You should rest today.”.

“'morning, my dear Poppy. I slept very well, don't worry about that, I'm old but not tired.” the experienced and wise King smiled to his beloved daughter, opening his arms and hugging her tightly to his chest. “And yes, organizing the whole thing was pretty exhausting, but I'm alright. It's not the first time I do this, and your old man has still some energy!” he joked and laughed softly, rubbing the Princess' arched back with his left hand in an affectionate and paternal way. When his laugher slowly decreased, more and more, he continued his speech. “Are you ready for tomorrow, my dear? You know what you have to do, am I right? If you'd prefer to join the annual celebration, that would be fine and I would easily find a substitute...”.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be fine. I'm a strong and grown-up Alpha by now, and I'm the future Queen as well. I know my responsibilities, and I just have to keep an eye on my beloved kids with my friend Creek, after all. No big deal at all. I love my class, I want to do this, really!” Poppy shook her head with decision, refusing that act of nepotism, she didn't want to be favored: she was the future Queen, and she had her duties to fulfill. Whatever they are, duties are duties, and you must make sacrifices sometimes. “Don't worry. I'll take part in the annual celebration next year maybe. I will find my own mate sooner or later, and remember that I'm still young. And well... we both know who my mate is probably gonna be.”.

“You will surely find a mate, 'cause you are a beautiful, altruist and kind girl, and I'm so proud of you. And yes, my sweet Poppy, I'm happy with your choice: Creek would be a great companion for you and well, if you're so sure about this and if he makes you happy, I'm just glad for you. You two have my blessing.” King Peppy smiled, kissing his daughter's forehead and making her giggle a little, she was relieved to have her father's consent. “Anyway, thank you very much Poppy, we just can't have those kids running around the place or screaming while young Trolls are courting each other with songs and dance moves.”.

“Ahaha yeah, that wouldn't be that good indeed. I understand this daddy, no need to explain to me.” Poppy snickered with amusement, imagining the hilarious scenario. Nah, that wouldn't be bad, that would be a disaster. “Now if you excuse me dad, I really need to go. I promised my friends I would meet them in front of the square, to hang out a little or something, and it's getting late. See ya later, I love you!”.

“Bye, have fun! And be back before it gets too dark!” King Peppy let his beloved daughter go, waving goodbye and watching her run in the grassy streets, jumping and humming loudly, full of energy and life. Yes, Poppy was indeed a true Alpha, outside and inside, Peppy didn't have to worry.

“Poppy! Finally! You're here, we were waiting for you.” Cooper greeted his best friend with enthusiasm, hopping and rearing on the ground, evidently in a very good mood. Well, typical for an energetic Omega like him, Fuzzbert and Biggie.“I heard from Creek that you won't come to the celebration tomorrow... dealing with the kids, right?”.

“Pff, Poppy doesn't need to come there and woo someone, she has all the Omegas and Betas at her feet! She will find a mate in a single, quick blink, am I right Pops? I guess Smidge and I will be the only Alpha females of our group tomorrow... and well, at least Guy Diamond is an Alpha as well, let's make a trio!” Suki winked and chuckled, punching the Princess' shoulder in a friendly way, trying to cheer her up. “But we'll miss ya, girl. And... just between us...” the red dj whispered to the pink Troll's ear, trusting her completely. “I'm planning to court Chenille tomorrow. I... think it's time to risk it all, am I right?”.

“Really!? That's wonderful, you made up your mind! I'm so happy!” Poppy almost squealed, too excited for her friend, hugging her bestie tightly and wishing her good luck. “I'm sure everything will be ok, she'll love your songs!”.

“I sure hope so, Pops. Chenille (and Satin as well) is a Beta, usually Betas mate with other Betas, it will be hard... but I'm positive.” the musician blushed a little, her numerous freckles almost invisible now, rubbing her nape with a sweaty hand and looking at her light blue love interest for a brief moment, smiling softly as she did so.

“Well, Poppy surely has all the Betas and Omegas at her feet, willing to be chosen as her mate...” Satin suddenly intruded on the silent debate, pointing a light pink finger to a dark figure not so far away from them. “... except that one, the grump.”.

“... Branch? Oh, hey Branch!” the Princess turned and took notice of the grey Troll, who was quickly collecting sticks and eating nutritious berries near the bushes. He seemed in a hurry. “Branch, why don't you join us? We're talking about-”.

“You are talking about tomorrow, yeah, I know. I'm not going to that stupid celebration, if that's what you wanna hear.” Branch rolled his eyes and huffed, grabbing a few fruits and throwing them into an amateur backpack, sniffing around and searching for more supplies. “I do not need a mate, not now, not ever.”.

“What? You're not coming? But you could find a good Alpha and there will be singing, dancing and-” Poppy tried to explain herself, taking a step forward with her usual, big and reassuring smile, and putting a smaller hand on the male's tough back.

“I said no!” Branch literally barked, jumping backward and getting all defensive. “Listen Princess, I might be an Omega, but I don't need an Alpha in my life! I don't need a mate! And I don't need anyone in my life! I am strong, unlike the other Omegas, all fluffy and cuddly.” he clarified his position, staring at the girl's magenta eyes. “And I'm going into heat in a week anyway, I just want to prepare my nest now. I can't stay outside, I don't wanna risk.” Branch concluded his harsh speech, turning his back and quickly walking away without saying a word.

It was true. Branch was an uncommon Omega: he was taller, stronger, more muscular and tougher, and he was also stubborn, independent and proud like an Alpha, a good leader. Poppy just couldn't spot Branch in heat, during his most private moment, lying on his quite chubby belly on a soft nest, all sweaty and writhing, desperately calling, no, begging for an Alpha, with his tongue sticking out, drooling on the dirty sheets and viscous, scented slick dripping from his intimate opening... Wait, what was she thinking!? Her dominating side was screaming inside of her, wild and uncontrolled, and maybe those thoughts were just due to the natural and ancestral attraction between an Alpha and an Omega... but this wasn't the first time, especially with Branch around, but usually her “ideas” were innocent or at least not so explicit and lewd.

“Pff, forget about him, Poppy! It's not that he doesn't want a mate, simply no one wants him! Who would want an Omega, a Troll... like him?” Chenille shrugged, shaking her head and making a funny face, making fun of the grey survivalist. “If someone tried to woo him or worse, mount him and mate with him, that grump would bite their face off!”.

Everybody bursted out laughing 'cause yeah, that was exactly what would happen, Branch's reactions were pretty predictable. “Ahah, totally!” Guy Diamond sang and crossed his glittery arms, amused. “Aaaanyway guys, what about the fun!? I found a good spot near the river, would you like to go there? We could swim, eat and sing together, and Creek is already there in meditation, he said that the pure water has beneficial effects on the psyche.”.

“Yeah, let's go!” Suki immediately agreed, following her group of friends and looking back at the pink Princess who was still there, standing with a blank expression, visibly pensive and slightly worried. “... Are you ok, Poppy? You joining us?”.

“O-oh, of course, I'm coming, I'm coming!” the pink girl cleared her dry throat, snapping out of that state and waddling next to the colorful musician, giving her a reassuring grin. “I'm perfectly fine, do not worry about me. Let's get to the others.”.

Poppy could lie to her best friend, but she couldn't lie to herself, she knew what was wrong: she could smell Branch's heat pherormones and that scent, that tempting scent, seemed stuck in the back of her head.

#broppy #dreamworks trolls #fanfiction #suki x chenille #strawberry sourdough #the forbidden fruit #omegaverse

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