#i need my boy to put on a pair of black angel wings w his lil tank he wears i stfg i will have a STROKE

[gelflinghandz]

on Noah Sebastian

he's a faunlet, idgaf

#that SWEET little FACE #his quiet demeanor #the r a g e #the religious trauma(?) #once again i apologize to my mutuals for this hyperfixation #but like!!!!! idk hes like in the trent reznor/peter steele flavor of faunlet-ism and im dying on this hill #i need my boy to put on a pair of black angel wings w his lil tank he wears i stfg i will have a STROKE

[sukiglycerin]

it’s too cold outside for angels to fly || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x angel quirk!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, angst, actually sfw (wow, luna's can do that?!)

* words: 8.1k (it’s a big baby!)

* warnings: mentions of trauma, reader is insecure but it's not their entire personality, therapy (not a lot of scenes with it), slight intoxication, mentions of throwing up (not much), like one suggestive joke, (light) cussing because bakugou

* original request: All I’m saying is reader with a angel quirk and the reader even has wings AND ANGST (but happy at the end 🥺) WITH BAKUGOU sounds so good 😔 but of course if you don’t want to do that it’s fine no pressure 💕

* a/n: hi 'nonnie! i hope you like you like this! honestly, it turned out longer than i expected (twice the length lol) but i'm proud of this baby. i'd like to note that enko, the nickname bakugou calls reader means 'halo' in japanese and can double down as a name, and an important reminder not to take any advice from the therapy in this fic. i am not a professional therapist, and please seek advice for situations specific to yours. the name of the fic is inspired by a lyric from ed sheeran's 'a-team,' but i promise it's not that dark. thanks so much to @toishi​ and the amazing feedback from @dylanxmin​ for beta-reading this! hope you enjoy!

* synopsis: you were your parents' perfect angel. you listened, and you followed. you didn't become a pro-hero, you stayed inside per your parents' request. it was okay if you couldn't fly; or, at least it was, before katsuki bakugou came along...

your grandmother loved pastries. that’s why you were here, trekking through the cold city in the tokyo winter. you shivered everytime your feathers came in contact with the frigid air, as if they, too, cowered under the looming shadows of tall buildings and bright lights.

so many people roamed the sidewalks, yet any bodily warmth was gone. you regretted not buying a cover for your wings - surely, it'd be an investment despite the price. wing covers were rarely manufactured for your size in japan, mainly aimed for small children just developing a quirk. the extra cloth needed for adult wing covers as well as shipping costs jacked up the price, making you hesitant to buy them. your wings were folded against the outside of your coat (putting them inside gave you cramps), nuzzling against your back subconsciously for heat. your wings were a pale cream colour, slightly more vibrantly mustard-coloured at the tips, and were the most visible part of your quirk.

according to the doctor, your quirk was "angel," but it felt nothing more than a pet name. there was a time in your life that you adorned a halo, but it no longer hovered above you when you looked up now. you weren't granted much power with your quirk; you were barely able to fly with your wings, but maybe you had a stronger moral compass than others? the wings, at this point in your life, were just accessories, as useless as the appendix. they could only cause you pain. you walked mindlessly toward the bakery, snow flurries dotting your hair. the bakery was a rundown, easy to miss place; you would've missed it if you hadn't gone there so many times. the faded yellow paint on the exterior was peeling, the poster on the window ripped and advertising for summer deals from years back. it had only a word-of-mouth reputation to rely on.

there was a worn sticker on the door, right at eye level, which said the name of the bakery in loopy letters: 'the flour road.'

you swung the door open with a jingle, greeted by the scent of baking bread and warmth. the bakery was your grandmother's favorite, specializing in rice cakes and dorayaki. she loved the pastries, for some reason - the baklava especially. she sent you on an errand to buy her some, giving you extra money to buy your personal favorite of dorayaki. to be exact, she pushed the money into your hands and forced you to buy a dorayaki for yourself. it was still warm when the cashier handed you your boxes, which you gingerly put in the bag.

you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the cold, before you opened the door and found yourself back in the cold winter.

a hand roughly pulled you into an alley, and you found yourself face to face with a masked figure.

"give me your money." the figure pointed to your purse, tugging it.

"i don't- i don't-" you reach to take off your purse, not questioning it. there was simply nothing you could do; besides, the voice was young enough. what if they were simply going through a rough time in life? that was no cause to-

"OI, DUMBASS, WHADDAYA THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" a spiky haired man appeared suddenly, wearing what appeared to be melons on his arms. you suddenly recognized his getup of black, orange, and green; he was a pro-hero. what was his name? zero gravity? zero gr...ass?

"LADY, MOVE ASIDE." he looked you over. "FLY, OR SOMETHING."

"i can't-" but he was already after the thief. it took him less than 30 seconds to capture the thief; he was fast by himself, but was faster when propelled by his explosions.

"well, why are you here still?" he turned to you, the figure from before slung over his shoulder.

"i can't fly," you blurted.

he blinked. "then walk. besides, you literally have-" the figure moaned over his shoulder. "agh, nevermind, gotta take this douche to the police. go home."

the next you see of the explosive melon hero is at a supermarket. his arms are melonless this time, though, and you're not actually sure if he's the melon hero. you only recognize him by his hair and red eyes, but truthfully, it was probably not him. he was muttering something about "the spice not being spicy enough," and "stupid hair-for-brains nagging about the heat."

you felt a finger poke your wings. "hey miss, you have ugly wings." a stubby boy, no more than 5 or 6, looked up at you. smirking, he pushed his own smaller wings out, hands on his hips. "mine are teal-turquoise! yours are boring white."

"uh, okay-"

"mind your damn business, brat. where are your parents?" you could now confirm that the spiky haired man was indeed the melonhero by his voice and vulgarity. melonhero had turned to the kid, standing by your side.

the kid hmphed and walked away, to where his mother scolded him for straying from her.

"you again?" melonhero turned to you. "you really need to learn how to stand up for yourself."

"eh? i was handling it fine!"

"yeah, sure. what’s up with your wings, anyway?" he grunted. "can’t fly?"

"n-no. they're, uh, too weak." it was something hard to admit out loud for you. all winged people could fly, but you couldn't even hover, your wings just flapping up wind.

"too weak?! eh? is that even possible??" he poked one of your feathers. "they seem sturdy enough to me."

you turn your wings away from him, frowning. "it's not that easy. i-i never really had time to learn..."

"isn't that what all kids do in their free time, though? experiment with their quirk?"

"my parents thought it was useless..." you shuffled your feet awkwardly, eyes downcast.

"WORTHLESS?!" you flinched at his sudden volume. "it's your quirk, though, 'wings'?"

you rubbed the back of your neck. "well, not really... it's...." angel. the word echoed in your mind, under the spotlight on a stage. it stared at you in an empty auditorium. 'angel.' the word had negative connotations for you. to others, it was a sweet, innocent nickname, but to you, it meant more.

it represented the weight of your parents' expectations, the burden of your classes' assumptions. it became a ball and chain, reminding you of who you were, who you were supposed to be, and who you could never become. you were your parents' angel, your parents' little light. nothing else.

"'angel,' eh?"

"huh?" did melonhero suddenly manifest a mind-reading quirk? you look at him, but his gaze is above your head.

"halo."

"halo," you repeated, looking dumbly at the flickering ring above you.

"well then, enko, it's nice to meet you," he smirked.

"i'm not enko- i'm y/n-"

"enko’s better. i'm ground zero, the number one pro-"

"melonhero," you blurted.

"HUH?! what's that, moron?!"

"nothing, sorry, continue-" you apologized. what had gotten into you?

ground zero cleared his throat. "-number one pro-hero! ...it's katsuki bakugou to you."

"bakugou, i'm y/n l/n, nice to meet you! oh, and um- where are my manners? -thank you for the other day."

"don't go giving your purse to random men on the street, dumbass."

"it wasn't like that!" you protested. "i mean, what if he was going through a rough time? or, his parents kicked him out-"

"doesn't justify anything. you're so naive," he grunted. "didn't your parents teach you self-defense or anything?"

"w-well, no, not really..." you mumbled. you'd always just been their angel, delicate and thoughtful. you never wanted to disappoint them; always staying inside to clean or cater to their needs. their perfect angel. in their opinion, villains could never touch you if you never went out.

you recalled a time in your youth when deciding on a high school.

"i wanna go to ua!" you'd said. you knew a teacher willing to recommend you, so you didn't need to worry about much.

"honey, no, you can't be a hero..." your father started. "you're an angel, you're our angel, okay?" 

your mom nodded. "it'll be dangerous, angel, and we can't have you getting hurt day after day," she added.

you simply agreed, not wanting to upset your parents. they were always right. being a hero wasn't worth it, anyway, you told yourself. it was an unstable job. you'd entered a private high school near the coast of japan, instead of ua.

"eh?! well, how are you supposed to fend for yourself alone?!" bakugou exclaimed.

"i'm... supposed to stay at home..." you confessed quietly.

"then why are you here?!"

"...i moved away from my family."

"and you didn't learn to protect yourself? get yourself some pepper spray, idiot!" bakugou grabbed your wrist, abruptly leading you to an aisle with pepper spray in it. he briefly paused, then picked one.

"it's on me. i can't have more morons like you to save when you could save yourself." 

"thank you," you said. in all of his vulgarity, bakugou was semi-decent. you wondered why he was so on edge constantly; perhaps it was a trait from being a high-demand hero.

"HEY!" bakugou yelled, making you jump in place. "whatcha smilin' at?!"

you wiped the small grin that subconsciously crept on your face. "n-nothing."

"tch, so quiet, enko." he looked above you. "halo’s gone? fuckin' weird-ass quirk."

"could you... um... nevermind." you originally wanted to ask him to tone down the swearing, but thought better of it. the vulgarity reminded you of your uncle, and you a gagged at the thought of the disgusting man who'd occasionally crash at your family's home completely wasted.

"what? just spit it out," bakugou said. "i don't get offended, unlike deku or something."

"can you... cut down on the swearing?" you ask, then add more quickly when you see his face. "i mean, it's okay if you wanna keep doing it. i can't stop you. y'know, freedom of speech and everything."

"okay," he said with surprising composure. he didn't question the request, instead looking at you intently.

your gaze was set down, trying not to think of your uncle, and the horrors you'd gone through as a child because of him.

"i- um- sorry," bakugou forced out of himself. "i didn't mean t-"

"don't worry," you smiled cheerily. a fake smile, but you tried to convince yourself it was real.

"d'you-" he coughed, "d'you wanna talk about it?" he seemed to be going through something in his mind. "there's a park nearby - god, what did hitomi say? - we can, uh, talk it out? you can vent."

"oh no, it's fine, you're busy, a pro-hero." you said nervously.

"ah- yeah," bakugou seemed to be flustered too. "my therapist though- uh, she's really damn good- i mean, really good-" he pulls out a wallet from his pocket and sifts through cards. "here." he handed you a business card, advertising 'HITOMI YABUKI' in bold.

you blinked at him and accepted the card reluctantly. pro-heroes were really kind at heart, huh? "is she a pro-hero therapist?" you asked.

"her? no, she does other stuff. normal stuff, trauma, quirk stuff, erm- whatever you need. she's an all-rounder."

"oh." you put the card in your pocket. "okay, thank you."

he grunted, accepting the thanks. "need to buy anything else?"

you glanced at your cart. "no, that's all. thanks for everything, bakugou-"

"i'll pay," he blurted. "for it all." he looks surprised at himself, perhaps even angry. "oh, no thank you-"

"i'll do it. i mean it. you didn't even buy much," he muttered.

"o-okay," you said. he snatched your cart from your hand, walking to a self-checkout.

"weren't you gonna buy anything?" you asked.

"eh?!" he grunted while scanning items.

that was the end of the conversation. once he finished, he swiped his card and handed you a bag.

"make sure you use the damn pepper spray."

it was only once you got home that you realized he slipped his number into one of the bags.

you see bakugou again at hitomi yabuki's therapy lobby. he sat casually, earbuds on as he stared at his phone. you debated sitting next to him and decided against it, not wanting to bother him. you didn’t contact his number yet; your hands sweated at the thought. as much as you were tempted, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of a pro-hero.

you found yourself staring at the man, who was unusually calm at the moment. you stared at his eyelashes, his eyes, down to his nose and lips, and his firm set jaw. your eyes fell to the phone he’s clutching, to the curve of his fingers and uniform nails.

"l/n y/n?" a tall woman called your name. bakugou looked up at you, and for a split second you could see what looked like a genuine smile before it was twisted into a smirk.

"yes!" you stood up and followed her, glancing back at bakugou before he disappeared from your sight. after a short elevator ride, you walked out onto the third floor.

she led you down a short, carpeted hallway to the last door. it was an opaque glass door that said "hitomi yabuki" on a plaque.

"so, what brings you here?" she finally said once the two of you were seated. "um- bakugou?" you said.

she smiled and jotted something down. "is that so?"

"yeah. we met a couple times by accident, and uh, he gave me your business card."

the rest of the session was just introductions - prices, meeting times, and therapy that can be provided. still, you weren’t really sure if you needed the therapy - maybe it’d be suited more for someone else struggling more than you. you didn’t need to use your quirk much; flying wasn’t much your style anyway. what would your parents think if they found out you were taking therapy? they’d surely be hurt, assuming that they didn’t provide a good childhood to you. you could practically hear your mom asking you why you’d waste money on therapy. you took a deep breath as you re-entered the lobby. bakugou was seating in the same place you last saw him, still on his phone. you bid goodbye to the receptionist, thinking out your decisions. your insurance could cover much of the costs for the therapy, but you still wondered if you should spend the money.  these thoughts trailed you as you waited on the sidewalk for a cab, watching your breath billow in front of you.

"hey, enko."

your elbow shot out by instinct, hitting the invader of your thoughts.

"woah, idiot, it’s just me." luckily, bakugou had caught your stray elbow, chuckling to himself. "so the angel does know self-defense, eh?"

you stiffened at the pet name, though you knew bakugou meant well. you could remember each distinctive voice in your childhood. your parents beckoning: angel. your nickname: angel. how everyone saw you: angel. you could never escape it, not with your halo or wings. it was so distinctive, your defining quality. whether he noticed the shift in your posture, he didn’t say. "how was it? hitomi’s great, right?"

you hummed in response, rubbing your wings together for heat.

"are wings supposed to get cold? aren’t they just... feathers?"

your wings ruffled at the comment. you sniffed. "they’re sensitive."

"weird," bakugou muttered under his breath. for a split second, you considered smacking him with your wing, but you stopped yourself before you could execute the instinct.

your cab pulled up by the sidewalk. "that’s my ride." you smiled and waved to him as you entered the car. somewhere during the 15 minute car ride, you mustered up the courage to finally text bakugou.

who knew he was so dirty-minded, anyway? you leaned back in your car seat, exhaling. thankfully, you didn’t text the wrong number or prematurely end the conversation. so, now you were friends with a pro-hero, or so you assumed (friends texted each other, right?). the you from 10 years ago would be jumping for joy at the prospect of befriending a pro-hero, and here you were. you finally booked a therapy session for saturday at 3pm. you checked into the lobby ten minutes early, just as your parents had taught you, and took a seat in the lobby.

when it was finally your turn, you found yourself back in hitomi's office, the familar scent of vanilla and fresh linen wafting in the air.

"i hope you don't mind the scent," she said.

you shook your head. "it's fine." the fragrance was almost reassuring in a way, but you couldn’t pin point it. this time, you allowed yourself to drink in your surroundings. hitomi’s office was spacious, a large window overlooking tokyo’s snow-covered cityscape adding onto the effect. the walls followed a vertical gradient pattern of mint green and light blue decorated with paintings, hanging plants, and wooden shelves yet not in a cluttered way. in the center, against a wall, was a white couch. it had an oddly calming aura to it, as if you'd stepped into a dream outside reality.

"would you like an apple? or some water?" hitomi offered.

you weren’t really in the mood for either, but accepted the water. she gestured for you to sit on the couch.

the meeting consisted of her asking and you answering, the topic changing from family life, to your quirk, to your feelings.

"so, can you explain your quirk to me?" hitomi asked.

"well..." you gathered your thoughts. "obviously, i have wings like an angel. they don’t really do anything, though, just get sensitive to the weather. i used to have a halo when i was young, but it’s faded by now. dunno why. let’s see...." you paused. "i guess i have an inclination to help others? it’s hard for me to say no to things, honestly."

"is it because of your quirk?"

"probably," you admitted. "i’ve always been like this, i think."

"can you fly with your wings?"

"no." you sipped your water. "i guess i never learned. i’d try, but i don’t think they can support my body weight."

"how do you feel about your quirk?"

you shrugged, but then regretted it. you didn’t want to seem insensitive to all the quirkless people who could only wish for a quirk. "it’s- it’s cool, i guess. it makes me unique..." you thought back to your parents’ words, how they’d praised you for such an amazing quirk. when you used to feel bad about your quirk, they’d always remind you that there were children who’d wish to even have a quirk at all, and that you were special. your mother’s quirk allowed her to shine small rays of light through her fingertips, while your dad’s quirk gave him a wing attached to his left arm. it was pretty much useless for anything other than generating wind, considering he didn’t have a right wing to balance him out. their quirks together worked out just right to create you, their perfect angel. hitomi jotted something on her notepad.

the more you thought of it, the more you felt broken. you'd been doing therapy with hitomi for months now, and it had gotten harder and harder to emotionally process. your parents, your family, your quirk; you now saw the things for what they were.

your parents had used you. you were their doll, their perfect obedient angel, and it disgusted you. your hands felt tainted, your wings heavy weights on your back. you were revolted by yourself; looking in the mirror, you couldn't help but gag, seeing not the you of now, but the you of the past looking back at you. you couldn't sleep; tossing and turning and ruffling your wings in frustration. you couldn't stop thinking about your parents, how they restricted you from everything.

you wondered how it'd be different if your parents were better. you wondered if you'd gotten into ua and strengthened your quirk. you wondered how your reputation as a pushover would change. maybe you'd be a hero right now, helping others instead of being so irreparably broken.  you could hear the catcalls from your classmates like bullets beating your wings. angel, the goody-two-shoes who couldn't say no.

not once did you cry. maybe you felt too disgusted by yourself. maybe bakugou was becoming the best friend you'd ever had.

he was there for you. making spicy curry or those awful, equally spicy instant korean noodles - he was there for you, in the same way milk is there for you when eating a particularly spicy dish. he listened to you, and you did the same for him. you laughed and joked together. somehow, in such a dark time, your friendship bloomed. it was strange, really. his reputation as a hero made him out to be aggressive and careless - and while he could brash in word choice at times, you knew he had a good heart. at one point, you’d even opened up to him about your past.

"then deku just completely f- messed up the mission! i could’ve blown up the damn guy, but he had to play mr. goody-two-shoes and just tie him up. and he got all the interview time. what’s even up with that?!"

he talked about his friends a lot. he'd deny his relationship with them being something other than strictly professional, but the way his crimson eyes would deepen gave it all away. he mainly spoke of deku and red riot (though their names would be referenced in cruder ways).

"what if- what if i was a hero?" you asked suddenly.

bakugou lifted an eyebrow. "you'd be a damn good hero if you could manage your quirk. like hawks."

"you think the public would like me?"

"duh. you're pretty, kind, AND fight villains? pretty badass. hell, if i approve of you, anyone would."

you smiled.

"why, though?" bakugou asked.

"curious. i, um, used to want to be a hero. growing up."

"your quirk has potential." bakugou leaned back on the couch. "why didn't ya become one?"

"parents." you flinched as the word passed your lips. thinking about your parents was painful, as if you had to rip off a month old bandaid before you could even get their faces into your mind. "they just... worried," you said. you didn't say anything else.

"betcha couldn't come up with a hero name as damn awesome as ground zero." "i could barely remember it," you teased.

"though, i must say, i do like enko as a hero name. it's like i'm joining an idol group."

"akb48 has nothing on you though,"  bakugou said.

you flushed. "i-i don't think you've looked at them properly, then."

"nah, i have, ochaco's obsessed with idol groups. don't doubt me, enko~" his voice was dangerously close, but he hadn't moved an inch from his original spot. "you're prettier than all the idols combined. tch, how low do you think my standards are?!"

"they're idol groups, bakugou, they practically rely on visuals!"

"eh? who cares? you've beaten them in looks and personality."

the thing about bakugou was that he was always completely honest with his thoughts. his integrity always amazed you, but then again, he was a pro-hero. you were quick to change the subject. "um- then-- what time is it? it must be getting late. i should get home-"

bakugou frowned. "it's late, idiot. eat before you go. i have some leftover tonkatsu and rice, and i can whip up the miso-"

"n-no, it's fine bakugou, you don't need to-"

"idiot, i can't have you starve to damn death on the ride home. eat."

even if you wanted to protest, you couldn't. bakugou's cooking was always to good to pass up, alarmingly spicy or not.

"the rice is still warm in the rice cooker," bakugou finally said, turning towards the kitchen. he knew you'd follow him, and you did.

bakugou busied himself making some instant miso soup and reheating the tonkatsu. you prepared yourself for the spicy of bakugou's tonkatsu; you'd had it once before, and it was quite painful. finally done, bakugou sat to the side of you eating tonkatsu as well, seasoning his with extra chili flakes. he was positively crazy; how did he handle such spice?

you cut yourself a strip and brought it to your lips. the tonkatsu was surprisingly tame for bakugou's cooking; it could've passed for normal restaurant tonkatsu.

"thish ish good," you said in between bites.

"i know," he gritted out, but he looked proud. "would be better with chili."

you shook your head, smiling. "never in a million years."

it was often you thought of this moment. it was so happy, so complete. it was just you and bakugou, simply being. right now, a genuine smile was something you couldn't curl your lips into, no matter how hard you tried. when you did, the taste of something salty crept into you mouth.

something salty...?

you touched your face. it was wet. your head spun, and then it dawned on you: you were crying. you were crying? your eyes focused, and pain throbbed in your head. lights shone too bright on you, heightening your headache, and a foul taste lingered in your mouth. you were suddenly aware of something solid in your hand: a drink.

something else you were aware of was how much you wanted to go home. you could barely remember what led you to a club as you fumbled in your purse for your phone, glancing at the time and unlocking the screen. all you needed to do was go home. you really wanted to go home, but where was home? home was gone. home...

a fresh wave of tears glossed your face, and you ignored the person next to you's advances. you didn't even know why you were crying. you struggled to read your contacts, dizzy, and called the first one you can make out with your hazed vision.

bakugou.

yes, all you wanted right now was bakugou. you wanted him and his warm arms, his endearing words. you wanted him so bad. you wanted him, and his warmth, and his happiness. you wanted his scent of comfort, the smile that made you feel fuzzy. you wanted his voice to shelter you precisely at that moment, you wanted to feel like it was him and you against the world.

"dumbass? hello? where are you? why is it so freaking loud? enko?"

you hadn't realized that a low quality projection of his voice was speaking on your phone.

"b-bakugou," you said, though it came out hoarsely. "bakugou."

"enko? where are you, and why are you calling at ass o'clock in the morning?"

"miss you," you almost said, but instead it came out as "dunno, you," a mix between "dunno" and "miss you."

"eh? where are you?"

you shrugged. "come here."

"send me your location, moron, and stay where you a-"

you hung up to send him your location.

you yawned and rubbed your forehead. everything was loud, everyone was together. and you were alone. it made you sad. you wanted to have somebody. a voice in the back of your head told you that you had bakugou. did you? right, he was coming. did you tell him to come?

you pressed the call button again.

"what is it?" bakugou asked roughly.

"lonelyyyy..." you moaned. "pick me up, baku...."

"idiot, i'm on my way. why the fuck are you so far from where you live?"

"hmm mmmhm," you strung together sounds. "'m sad."

"don't be." he sounded mad. he always sounded mad.

"why are you always mad at me?" you pouted.

"i'm not, dumbass! i'm pulling in."

"hmmm...!"

bakugou almost tore through the door with rage. "ENKO, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE."

you hopped toward him, wobbling a bit. the floor seemed to turn under you. enko! that was you! right?

"bakuuugoooou~" you cooed, flopping into his arms. "let's sleep."

he smelled nice. his scent enveloped you, a mix of vanilla and caramel that you’d grown so accustomed to.

he stiffened. "dumbass, i can smell the alcohol on you, we’re going the fuck home."

"don’ wanna," you whined. "lonely. wanna be with youuuuu..." you nuzzled more into his chest, finding comfort in his body warmth. you didn’t want to let go, ever. "tch, fine."

the car ride to bakugou’s place was uncomfortable. cars spun by you, lights making you woozy. you almost bashed your head on the dashboard. your seat was uncomfortable, the seatbelt itched you. despite all that, you stopped to stare at bakugou in your daze, all serious and set on the road. he had nice biceps, and his side profile was a sight for sore eyes (see also: your eyes).

"what, enko?" he grunted, glancing at you.

you said the first thing that came to your mind. "you know you smell nice?"

"huh?" he glanced at you, turning in to his driveway.

well, there was no going back now. "you smell like caramel... and vanilla... it’s nice..." you sighed happily, imagining the fragrance.

bakugou didn’t reply, instead parking and unlocking the doors. "get out, dumbass, it’s past your bedtime."

"but i don’t haaaaaave a bedtime," you slurred, stumbling out of the car. bakugou mumbled a complaint before hoisting you over his shoulder. it was probably not the best move, considering the blood rushing to your head made you feel sick. after entering his house, bakugou set you down on a sofa, sitting you upright.

"stay here."

you leaned back on the sofa, feeling suddenly empty. the buzz in your head had not quite left, but the weight of the world came crashing down again. therapy, your parents, your quirk. it struck you that you were probably bothering bakugou and disturbing his sleep; he was a pro-hero after all, lives depended on his health. but here you were, ever so selfish and probably taking a toll on his health.

"drink." you hadn't realized bakugou had put a glass of water in your hands. you simply nodded and gulped it down, hoping to sober yourself up.

you stared at the man glossy eyed, glass in your hand half empty. "bakugou."

"eh?"

"sorry."

"for what?"

"y'know... waking you up... bothering you... i know you're busy, and-"

"shut up, it doesn't matter. i'd rather you here than in the hands of some douche at the club."

"but still, how would i make it up-"

"by sleeping well. off to bed you go."

he started pushing you towards the hallway. "where will you sleep?"

"sofa."

"but bakugou-"

"go to bed."

"i feel sick-"

"hah?"

a rising sensation of bile emerged in your throat. the only words you could get out of your mouth was "bathroom," before you rushed in. it was not a pretty sight - you preferred to skim over the details when recalling it. the details you did not skim over, however, were that of bakugou's care; for being awoken at ungodly hours in the morning, he was surprisingly gentle with your vomiting state, soothing your stomach with warm hands and rubbing your back. after, he gave you a glass of water and forced you to take ibuprofen, though you swore you felt fine.

bakugou's bed was surprisingly comfortable. then again, bakugou did claim to have gone to bed at 8:30 sharp daily during his high school years, so it made sense he still valued sleep.

you were then reminded how you disrupted his.

and how you were now forcing him to sleep on the sofa.

you padded out of his room, wearing one of bakugou's old shirts that he'd graciously lended you, to the living room. he was laying on his back, feet sticking out of the sofa, eyes closed.

"what?" he asked, eyes still shut.

you knew he wouldn't let you feel guilty about intruding his sleep, so you settled upon saying the next best thing. it was partially true, anyway.

"'m lonely without you." your voice came out smaller than intended.

"huh?" he sat up, groggily looking at you.

"it's- kinda cold, and y'know, with your quirk..."

he grunted and obliged, walking toward his bedroom. you stood behind him, staring at his back; that was surprisingly easy.

bakugou slept with his arms around you, so you were nestled comfortably into his chest. this position felt strangely domestic; something lovers might do nightly. but you and bakugou weren't lovers, you were friends. image of you and bakugou involved romantically faded into your mind; coffee shop dates, cooking together, waking up next to each other. there was a sudden loss of breath in your chest, as if your heart had become weightless and was lifted by a thousand of butterflies taking flight. bakugou... romantically? it hadn't crossed your mind. still, you could see it so vividly in your mind; you, becoming his dumbass, his and his only. you could imagine how he'd look at you, full of love in his eyes, and how he'd gently kiss your forehead in the morning. was it so bad to want that? the more your thoughts indulged you, the more his body warmth drowsed you, his calm breathing adding to the effect. he was practically nyquil in human form. you found yourself nodding off in his arms, not before mumbling a quiet "what if i liked bakugou?" and clutching his shirt closer to you.

you were far too engrossed in the realm of sleep to hear bakugou's faint but hopeful reply of "i'd hope so, dumbass."

at your next therapy meeting, you told hitomi about bakugou. it was unplanned, spilling out of your mouth as soon as she asked why you looked so anxious. you couldn't like bakugou. you blamed your slightly intoxicated past self for planting such a thought in your brain, but you knew it just admitted a lingering feeling from in your heart. you spared her the details of the throwing up and the guilt that gnawed at you regarding how bakugou cared for you.

"it's... childish, right? like an old schoolgirl crush," you flushed, finishing your confession.

hitomi shook her head. "it's good to feel this way, actually. it's quite healthy for a twenty-something like you to harbour such feelings; it allows you to explore your feelings and relationships healthily."

even so, crushing was so damn frustrating. it's one thing to like a person; it's a completely different experience after admitting to yourself, yes, they're my crush. when you were younger, you very rarely developed crushes (as influenced by your parents) and even less were able to act on them. but now, as an adult, you had the freedom to act (or not, considering how your nerves constantly started to act up around bakugou). you decided to push the feelings down; you were just friends, and bakugou had no time to pursue a romantic relationship.

if having a crush was like an addiction, rehab was torture for you. gone were the days of seeing bakugou as platonic; you couldn't stop your heart from swelling whenever he recounted his day to you. bakugou had now become attractive, from his tight, bulging muscles to his hard chest. it did not help that you had to see him in his hero costume flaunting those features every other day on the news.

you convinced yourself bakugou harboured nothing but platonic sentiment for you, but he never failed to send your heart aflutter with discreet compliments he hid under rough comments. you started leaving early whenever the two of your hung out under the guise of other plans (that in reality didn't exist), and tried to always cut conversations short when you bumped into each other in public. he was ground zero, pro-hero, and you were just a civilian who could barely maintain their quirk.

you were just starting your quirk therapy, but you couldn't expect major changes a week in. bakugou had said your wings looked brighter, but you assumed he just said that to make you feel better. you could hover off the ground for less than a second now, but your wing strength lacked too much to be able to do anything requiring more strength. your halo was still absent, and you couldn't figure out how to make it reappear. there hadn't been much research done on the essence of halos; hitomi said not to worry about it regardless.

flap flap flap.

"oi, dumbass, you're gonna create a tornado in here."

flap flap flap.

"i'm practicing flying."

"well, you're going nowhere. d'you want me to call hawks or something?" flap flap flap. 

you turned to bakugou, folding your wings neatly. he had the same expression as always, slightly disapproving and tired. your eyes meet his momentously; but they fall down immediately to his lips. lately, this kind of thing had been happening often. bakugou acted like he didn't notice you'd been different lately, but you could tell he wanted an explanation.

you acted on your impulse, your mouth opening and words tumbling from your mouth.

"bakugou- idon'twanttoruinourfriendshipbutijustwannasayitnow- ilikeyou."

"what?" why did you do that?

if this were a texting conversation, you'd leave him on read. if this was a tweet, you'd make your account private. if this was a video call, you'd end it.

alas, this was real life, so you resorted to the next closest thing: you ran. you ran faster than any shoujo girl and with more conviction than any shounen boy, and then you were lost. damn cities.

panting on the sidewalk, wings heaving up and down, you realized what you did. staring at the edge of the pavement, where the curb met the street, hands on your knees, it hit you.

you cussed and yelled at yourself mentally, and though a small part doubted bakugou even heard you, you didn’t allow yourself to have hope. it was game over. you let your feelings override rational thought, and you ruined what was arguably the best thing going on in your life.

you were interrupted by an itch in your feathers from being so cramped while folded. they ruffled against the cool air, distraught. you stretched them out, observing your surroundings and allowing yourself to cool down. the breeze was a satisfying sensation against your feathers, and you hovered just a moment when they flapped.

"mommy, wings!" a kid passes you on the sidewalk, pointing. his mother hushes him, but you smile at him.

the next few days were rough, particularly because you were avoiding bakugou. it was definitely not a good idea, but it was a temporary patch over the open part of your heart.

this was not one of your healthy coping mechanisms.

did he text you? did he call you? you didn’t know, because you turned off your notifications. you knew you were just making things more awkward, even more so if he hadn’t heard you at all. it gave you all the more excuse to ignore him longer.

now, with evenings to yourself, your mind wandered more. your thoughts drifted into a vast desert of tangled constellations in your mind, tightropes you’d tread that would lead you to a random destination. sometimes it led you to random memories - other times, it wasn’t as random, leading you to painful manifestations in your heart. these were the things you tried so hard to ignore, but rang so true.

you were reminded by the constellations in your mind that you were being terribly selfish to bakugou; not even considering his feelings. bakugou didn't deserve you. maybe stars twinkled in your mind, but the bluest ones burned you to the touch. you needed to get over bakugou.

that wasn’t to say it didn’t hurt, trying to get over bakugou. the stars in your mind dimmed, and perhaps, at one point, the constellations were reduced to thread; knotted, tangled, and hopeless.

maybe it was better when the string had been unkempt, because now it unraveled. you cried, and cried; in the shower, at your desk, doing chores. tears, hot and sharp like newly shapen diamonds, dripped down your face. your face was permanently marked by the wounds the diamonds left, and contrary to the stars, your eyes were red and hot. your thoughts unwound like string - there was a clear pathway now, but it was tainted by the shape of the knots there had once been.

everything hurt when you thought of bakugou. your swollen eyes became lifeless as memories of him overtook you. they controlled you. you missed therapy session after session, too scared to go to the place which bakugou had connected you to. sometimes, you’d sprawl across the ground, stare into your ceiling, and feel yourself vanish into something, a dark void of nothingness. he had cared so much for you - too much. why had he? why couldn’t he have left you, that one day you were almost robbed? why couldn’t you just have stayed the way you were? why did you have to find the truth in things? ignorance was a bliss you woke yourself from. ignorance, the dream which from you woke to find a nightmare, reality. why did he have to be him, the stupid pro-hero with a heart that bled kindness into yours? why couldn’t he have stayed a two-dimensional public figure, the careless and angry ground zero? why did he have to be in your goddamn life and ruin it, entangle everything into one big mess? you hated him. you hated him and his stupid endearing insults, him and his rugged smirk that pained your heart so, him and his eyes that held sparks and diamonds and you. deep inside, you knew it wasn’t true; hate was just a name for an indefinably strong feeling you had for him. you knew you didn’t hate him, you knew you couldn’t hate him. you told yourself you did to distance yourself from him. the distance between you and he only grew. your memories were tarnished with pain, his image blurry and wrinkled in your eyes. katsuki bakugou was just someone, no one.

this was the feeling of agony, this was the sight of pure hell, and this was the sound of you burning your heart. distance between you and the man named katsuki bakugou grew, as did your descent into pure madness.

until the distance between you and he was less than a metre.

you had not bothered to tame your hair; it was a bit overgrown and sprouted a couple split ends. you were dressed in a stained shirt, your face not even mentionable, and your heart was beating in your ears. you felt yourself dragged quite forcefully down to sanity, as if opening the door suddenly put gravity into effect.

because here he was, katsuki bakugou in all of his perfect glory, standing on your doorstep.

the little shit refrained from making a comment about your current state, but you could see the comment appearing in his eyes and vanishing as soon as it came. you watched his eyes go from the state of your face down to your unkempt attire. he, on the other hand, looked unaffected. he was sporting a t-shirt and jeans, hands shoved into his pockets. the only indicator, which was minuscule at best, that he had changed at all was the red at the corners of his eyes and slight eyebags. he looked shocked at the sight of you.

"y/n..." you almost fainted on the spot.

you weren’t not jumping for joy in ecstasy at the sight of him, and you didn’t feel like a shoujo protagonist at the moment. it was something different.

"again," but your voice was too hoarse to be heard. your mouth opened and closed, you coughed, and repeated yourself. "s-say it again."

"huh?!" it was nice to know someone hadn’t changed after all that time.

"my- my name..."

"eh? enko."

you sighed, your face indifferent. you weren’t exactly disappointed by his reply; it brought memories upon memories of happier times with him.

"well, what do you want?" you asked, rubbing the side of your face.

"what- what the fuck is going on?" he gestured to you. "i should be asking about you. what the f- what happened to you?!"

"i-"

"enko, i don’t get any of this shit. this relationship crap. what do you want me to do?! first, you act weird as shit- because of what?! i don’t fuckin’ know. you avoid me - don’t think i didn’t notice - and then suddenly you spew shit and leave?! i don’t see you for a goddamn week, you don’t answer your damn calls or texts, and suddenly i’m the damn villain and i’m supposed to give you time or shit to figure things out, and when i can finally fucking see you, you look like actual crap?! hell, i should be the one with deteriorating mental health with all of the bull you put me through! if you want something, if you don’t wanna be friends or shit, just goddamn say it to my face! i’m not good with people, enko, goddamnit! tell me what’s wrong!"

you stood in shock. relationship..? you shook his words away. you hadn’t realized how much this took a toll on bakugou, too. he looked away - something glinted in his eyes, but you couldn’t tell exactly what.

"god-fucking-damnit," he grumbled. "...are ya gonna let me in, or what?! it’s cold out here!"

you didn’t think about how bakugou’s quirk involved producing heat, and let him in unreluctantly, stepping aside. "sorry," you mumbled.

he took off his shoes, and you motioned for him to sit down on your couch.

"explain it to me," he demanded. "what in the goddamn world has happened tot you? did someone do this to you?!"

you refrained from saying technically, it was you, and settled on: "no." it was apparent he hadn’t heard you that day. "just- it’s nothing. i was being stupid, a-and i’m okay now." it was a lie.

"do you take me as an idiot?" he asked. gears shifted in his eyes. "sit down," he said, suddenly calm.

you did so, sitting as farthest as you could from him.

"closer," he gritted out. you scooted a centimetre. "closer." another centimeter. "clo-ser." he pulled you so you were sitting angled toward him, knee brushing his.

"baku...gou?" so many questions flashed in your mind.

"confirm something for me," he ordered. "what exactly did you say to me before running away?"

"i- nothing. it was nothing, i told you, bakugou."

"tell. me. i don’t care if you quoted freud, told me a failed joke, or what. tell me."

your mind was devoid of possible jokes you could use to lie.

you opened your mouth, forcing the words out with all your might. "i don’t remember the specifics," you rambled. "i don’t think i was in the right state of mind-"

"spit it out."

"i think it went something like ‘i like you’ or something?" your pitch rose with every syllable.

"tch," a smile was on his face. "thought so." his hand was suddenly on your cheek, and his lips were on yours. he tasted like caramel. your eyes widened, and you pulled away, sputtering.

"what? what d’you mean, ‘thought so’?!"

"idiot, i like you too. also, when did you last brush your teeth?"

"i- that doesn’t matter. bakugou... i don’t think that this relationship is good for us. as friends or whatnot."

"huh? why not?"

"look at me. look at you. i can barely handle my quirk, and you’re a pro-hero who uses his quirk to help people. i can’t really do anything."

he mumbled something under his breath. "enko, do you think i care about any of that? i don’t care if you have the strongest quirk in the world or none at all. you’re strong - and i don’t say this ‘cause i like you - you’re kind, you see the best in people." he paused. "people don’t give me the time of day ‘cause they think i’m too irrational. brash. careless. but you? you see past that, you don’t care. you work hard no matter what people say. people-" his voice caught in his throat, "people say shit to you, and you don’t care. you keep going."

he saw you... like that? your face heated up.

"don’t be gettin’ all shy on me," he grunted. "tch. come here." he pulled you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around you and narrowly avoiding your wings. you flushed, holding him tight and inhaling his caramel scent. you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to hold him like this forever.

“hey, enko,” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him, who was currently looking up and pointing. “halo.”

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[the-writer-ofthe-fandoms]

True (Lucifer SPN)

Pairing: Lucifer (Supernatural) x Reader Words: 1.5k+ Warning(s): Shapeshifter, a lil bit of angst, some heated stuff ehehe A/N: Im rewatching Supernatural and it rekindled my love for Lucifer. What is it with me and Lucifer ahaha. I hope you guys enjoy~

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You grunted and winced, the fabric bag that was over your head ripped off your head. There standing in front of you was a damn Shapeshifter with your damn face. They smirked at you as you struggled against the ropes binding you. You were on a case alone that was supposed to be a simple salt and burn, and it was. But apparently the shifter in town caught wind that a hunter was in town. The guy who spoke to you before you left town at the gas station must've been the shapeshifter; before you became his new face. He was the last person you saw before blacking out. You looked around and pieced together you were in some sort of basement.

"Wakey-wakey, (Y/N)." He chuckled. "My, my... To get ahold of someone who is so close to the Winchesters. I must've won the lottery!"

"If you know anything about them you would know you can't fool them." You snarled back.

"I am currently learning everything about you." He tapped your forehead, "I already know juicy details about Sam and Dean and oh! The bunker too. I'll pay them a little visit and kill them in their sleep~." The shifter walked away from you, slipping your hunting bag over their shoulder. "I left you some food and water, can't have you dying on me! Toodles!" He chucked your knife close by you before leaving the basement.

You smirked to yourself, seems like your imposter hasn't learned everything about you yet. Like how you were in a relationship with the Lucifer, your soulmate. You had to stop yourself from praying to him, just in case the shifter would be able to access that. If the boys didn't figure it out soon enough, Lucifer would definitely tell the difference. You felt almost sick that a shifter took on your face, you just hope they would stopped in time.

You maneuvered the knife your doppelganger tossed you to your tied up hands, and slowly you began cutting away at the ropes. When the ropes were cut off you immediately started looking for a way out. The only window to the outside was way too small for anyone to enter or exit.

"Damn." You growled. You walked to the door, just in case there was a slim chance it was left unlocked; it wasn't. You sighed and attempted to kick it down, didn't work. "There has to be something the dumbass left around."

You sighed and began your search through out the basement, hoping this would all be over soon.

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Shapeshifter you pulled into the garage around 10pm and smirked. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to get ahold of you; one of the closest people to the all too well known Winchester brothers. He felt all too confident that he could trick the two easy-peasy. He locked the car and strode into the bunker, a cocky smirk was on his, technically yours, face.

'All I have to do is wait until they fall asleep.' He found his way to the library of the bunker and there were Dean and Sam, not suspecting a thing. The two looked up from their laptops and grinned.

"How was the hunt, (Y/N)?" Dean asked.

"Pretty easy. The ghost didn't stand a chance against me." Shifter-You grinned and sat down at the table with them.

"Good you got back in time, we found a big hunt about 3 hours from now and we want to go first thing tomorrow. We also want to bring your boyfriend too, we may need his help with some things." Sam passed over the newspaper article of whatever they want to hunt. The Shifter mentally cursed at the fact you had a boyfriend, he hadn't had enough time to learn more about you.

"Sounds good." He gulped as he scanned over the paper. He carefully eyed the two brothers as they continued talking about a game plan for the hunt and he hoped more of your memories would become accessible to him. "Well I am going to my room and catch up on some sleep, see you both later!"

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." They both waved and he got up from his seat.

"There is my one and only favorite human!" A voice the shifter didn't recognize shouted behind him. He turned around, ready to act like you, but practically froze on the spot.

'This bitch is dating Lucifer?' He internally screamed and put on his best (Y/N)-esque smile.

"Hey there, babe~" He continuously began silently freaking out when the Devil leaned in and kissed the shifter-yous forehead. Did he successfully trick the infamous fallen angel?

"You look scrumptious." Lucifer smirked.

"Ugh get a room you two." Dean grunted, causing the shifter to turn and face him.

"Don't worry Dean, there won't be anymore PDA."  Lucifer wrapped his arms around the shifter, his arms tightening. "Because this isn't (Y/N)."

"What the hell?" Both Dean and Sam grabbed their guns, keeping them at the ready.

"Lucifer w-what are you talking about?" The shifter paused for a second before struggling with all his might to break free from the practically bone crushing hug from Lucifer but he couldn't.

"Demon?!" Sam shouted.

"Nope, a shapeshifter." Luci smirked, his eyes shifting to red. "Oh you are so going to regret shifting into my (Y/N)."

"If you harm me I won't tell you where they are!" The shifter tried to bargain.

"Are you stupid or dumb? I am archangel Lucifer, I will find (Y/N)."

"Why do you want to find that bitch anyways? They think of you as a monster, Lucifer." The shifter snarled. "I have access to all their memories and thoughts. You disgust them, repulse them even. They think you are nothing. The mere thought of you touching them makes then want to burn their skin on off-"

"Shoot them, they bore me." Lucifer sighed and shoved shifter you forward. Before the shapeshifter tried running, both Dean and Sam landed two fatal shots with silver bullets. Your body fell to the ground with a thud... And the shifter was dead. The Winchesters eyed Lucifer carefully but his face was unreadable.

"Uh are you okay, Lucifer? They were saying some pretty harsh stuff as (Y/N)."

"That was rookie stuff." He shrugged his shoudlers. "Take care of this while I go find (Y/N)."

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You sighed and slumped against the pillar you were once tied to. It had been hours since the 'evil you' left and you were feeling exhausted. Your search for a way out was futile, but you had high hopes for a rescue. You figured that the Shapeshifter should be at the bunker by now, so you were pondering your choices.

"Ah fuck it." You closed your eyes and began concentrating, preparing to pray to Lucifer.

'Lucifer-'

The sound of fluttering wings made you snap open your eyes, Lucifer was standing right in front of you. He grinned and held out a hand, which you gladly took, and he immediately pulled you into an embrace.

"I knew you would know." You buried your face into his chest, hugging him tight.

"I will always know who the real you is. Now let's get you home." You felt the usually spinning when Lucifer teleported and next thing you know, you were in the bunker library.

"Where's the brothers?"

"They are taking care of the Shapeshifter. Let's go to our room." He took hold of your hand and you both walk down the hallway to your room. You watched Lucifers carefully, you can tell there was something wrong and you knew it had to do something with the shifter.

You arrived to your shared room with Lucifer. Once the door was closed you pulled him into a deep, emotional kiss; your body pressed against his. You break away and stared deeply into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek.

"I am sorry if shifter-me said anything to you, Luci." You sigh,"What happened?"

"Why are you apologizing? It wasn't you." He lead you to the bed to sit down. "That shifter said you hated me basically, that I am disgusting. And watching "you" die was something else."

"Aw Lucifer, I love you with all my being and I hope you know that I could never see you as a monster." You wrap your arms around his shoulders and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Now, I was stuck in a dusty, dirty basement all day. I think a shower with my favorite Devil~"

"Oh I like the way you think." He smirked. "Let's get those restricting clothes off.~"

"No need to tell me twice." You maneuvered and now you were straddling Lucifer, you ran your hands through his sandy blond hair. You felt his hands go to your hips, and slowly they made their way to your back. His hands slid under your shirt, the light and gentle touches made you shiver.

"My favorite human, my soulmate, my love." Lucifer murmured in your ear before he kissed your neck. He held you tight while he left little hickies along your collarbone.

You felt pure happiness in that moment with your soulmate Lucifer.

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[jettingtothemoon]

War Of Hearts; chapter 1

➳ pairing: shigaraki tomura x f!reader (also features eraserhead x all might) ➳ genre: angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: violence, swearing, smut, spoilers for some of the canon ➳ word count: 2357 ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ summary: In which y/n, a young pro-hero find her fate tangled with the leader of the league of villains. ➳ a/n: starting this might be the reason why i haven’t updated my other fics for a while but i promise i will keep uploading them as well  (◕‿◕)

Chapters: 01, 02,

Angel

The day your parents died was the day you lost everything.

They were pro-heroes and died in the line of duty. It was an honourable death and they saved countless innocent lives by giving theirs but they were still your parents and they had left you behind.

You were alone, well, not entirely.

The day they died, you were left in the custody of the one person you had left. Your uncle. He too, like your parents, was a pro-hero.

The two of you had always been close, even if your parents and him didn't always see eye to eye. He was quiet at the funeral, just standing there under his black umbrella. You, obviously, didn't bring yours. It hadn't even crossed your mind that you would need shelter from the rain. The only thing you could think about was how this was the day you were burying your parents.

He caught your attention and nudged his head, gesturing for you to come take shelter under his umbrella with him. When you reached his side, he put an arm around you and pulled you close, rubbing your back soothingly as you continued to choke on your tears.

He had always been like that. Kind, caring. He was, more than anything, your best friend. And now, he was your legal guardian. Although, you weren't a child anymore.

Your parents died when you were fifteen. It had been five years since then.

You rubbed your weary eyes, sitting up in your bed as you stretched out your limbs. It was the dead of night and yet, you had been woken up by the creak of the front door and a pair of all too familiar heavy footsteps.

Within a minute you were on your feet, already heading to the bathroom in search of the grumpy man you lived with.

"Uncle?" You sighed when you saw him trying to bandage his shoulder and took the bandages from his hands, "Let me."

He groaned in response and hung his head forwards as you helped bandage the small wound he had received from his night at work.

"I could just use my quirk you know."

His head raised again and he turned to look at you, bloodshot eyes softening when they met yours, "There's no need. Save your energy, you're already tired."

"You're one to talk. Teaching by day, heroing by night. With your quirk you're already deprived of rest and yet here you are pushing yourself and getting injured again." You lectured as you fastened the bandage in place.

He huffed in defeat, already used to your lectures and stubbornness. That was something you got from your mother, although when he thought about it maybe you picked some of that up from him too.

He placed a hand on yours and rubbed his thumb over the back like he always did, "I'll try to be more careful next time. Now, go back to sleep."

You smiled and pulled the scruffy man into a hug, noting the way he groaned slightly at the pressure you put on his shoulder.

"Goodnight uncle."

There were ten years between the two of you but that had never gotten in the way of the bond you had. He himself was a child when you were born and so you had been able to watch his progress as he became the hero you knew him to be today. Although you were too young to understand all of the hero stuff at the time, you had always looked up to him. You parents had been pro-heroes since before you were born but your uncle had made that journey as you were growing up. He was what inspired you to follow in all of their footsteps to become a hero too.

When he was only twenty-five, he was entrusted with the safety of a child. Of you. A teenager whom he had such love for, a teenager who had just lost everything. Everything but him. The death of your parents, although he was always good at not showing it, had been hard on him too. He lost his elder sister and brother-in-law. They may not have been as close as they once were but they were still his family, your family. The two of you were all that was left.

The next day, he took you to school with him. He wanted to use you, a new hero, to help educate his students and provide some motivation for them as it seemed that was something he wasn't particularly good at.

You had shown up, in your hero gear, but before you could introduce yourself, one of the students was doing it for you.

"Wow, Angel! The hero with wings like an angel and healing abilities!"

Your uncle sighed, "Yes, Midoriya. Thank you for introducing her. Angel is here to teach you all a few things about being a hero today so feel free to ask her any questions you have."

The class seemed almost overly excited that you were here, even if many of them didn't really know who you were. Not that it was surprising, you were just starting out and hadn't really had all that much experience anyway.

"But you do you know her sensei?" The same boy, Midoriya, asked while rubbing his chin.

"Um, Eraser is my uncle." You stated with a smile, although your uncle simply hummed and turned his attention elsewhere.

"Y-You're sensei's niece? I've never met any of his family before, wow." Midoriya grinned.

The class started properly after that. The students were all jumping to ask you questions about what it's like being a pro-hero and what villains you've fought, not to mention the questions about what it was like being Eraser's niece.

It was almost too overwhelming for you but, while the class were preoccupied with you, your uncle was already curled up in his sleeping bag in the corner of the room. You almost wanted to go over and kick him awake, telling him that he should be teaching his class. But it was a good thing to see him get some sleep, even if it was only a little.

By the time the bell rang, signalling lunch, Eraser was crawling out of his sleeping bag and heading to his desk for his eye drops.

"Who's this, Aizawa-kun?"

Once he was finished applying his eye drops, your uncle brought you along for lunch. However, on your way to get it, you had stumbled across someone else.

"W-wow, All Might!" You gawked at the giant man.

The number one hero was just standing in front of you. You never thought you'd get to meet him so soon in your career, although you knew he and your uncle were acquainted.

"This is my niece, y/n." You uncle somehow sounded grumpier than usual.

These two didn't get along.

"I didn't know you had a niece and I'm only just getting to meet her now." All Might extended a hand to you, shaking with you after the introductions were made.

"We're going to get lunch so-"

"Oh, yeah. Of course. It was lovely to meet you, y/n." All Might awkwardly stumbled over his words as he scratched the back of his head before giving a hearty chuckle and heading off.

That was when two things became abundantly clear to you. Firstly, it seemed as though your uncle had even kept you a secret from his coworkers. And secondly, it wasn't All Might who had a problem with him but he who had a problem with All Might.

"You don't like him?" You questioned, stirring the food in your bowl.

"What?" Eraser hummed.

You sighed, "All Might. You don't like him."

"It's not that I don't like him. I respect him but..."

"But?"

"He disapproves of my teaching methods and I dislike the way he favours Midoriya." He grumbled as he continued to eat his food.

You were about to talk to him about it further but a booming voice stopped you.

"IS THAT YOUNG Y/N I SEE?"

You instantly perked up and jumped to your feet, "Uncle Mic!"

Before you knew it, you were already being pulled into a huge hug only for him to pull you away so that you were at arm's length from him.

"Look at you, have you gotten taller since I last saw you?"

"Mic, it's not even been a whole month. Besides, she's an adult now, she doesn't really get taller anymore." Eraser sighed, shaking his head in disapproval.

Nonetheless, you simply giggled. Present Mic was someone you had known for most of your life. He was an old school friend of Eraser's so you had met him at a very young age and, thanks to their lasting friendship, had continued seeing him regularly as you grew up. Especially after Eraser was made your legal guardian.

"Even so she's still turning into a fine young hero. What's it been like on the job recently?"

"You know, the same old. Mostly quiet patrols and when something happens the other heroes are already taking care of it." You sighed.

You were still pretty new to being hero and, although Fat Gum sure gave you enough work, you always found yourself outshined by Suneater. Not that you were surprised, the boy was amazing. Still a student at UA and already more powerful than most pro heroes, yourself included. However, he lacked confidence. The two of you had gotten along pretty quickly, especially because of your closeness in age, although it took a lot of time and effort to get him to open up more around you. But, he's a good kid and one of the few real friends you have.

"Well, it can't be helped. I'm sure there will be a day when your heroism will shine as brightly as your uncle's. Well, maybe not him but you know what I mean." Mic laughed, his loud voice starting to drill through you.

Even your uncle chuckled at that but it seemed he agreed. The two of them had always cheered you on ever since you were little. When your quirk first manifested, it was around the time the two of them met. Your uncle was more than pleased to see that you inherited both of your parent's quirks and Mic was just amazed that his new friend had a little niece like you.

Although, he wasn't Mic back then. Just Hizashi Yamada. When the time came to choose their hero names, it was Hizashi who gave your uncle his name. Although the idea of Eraserhead seemed to be somewhat a joke on his part but nonetheless your uncle stuck with it. The two of them had always been like that. Two polar opposites who somehow still got along so well. You only wished it could have been the same with All Might, although you also suspected that there was something more to that story you just weren't sure what.

You sat back down and continued eating your food, Mic sitting down to join you.

"So, what brings you here?"

"I was helping uncle with his class. Although I think he just brought me along to take over for him so he could sleep." You glared playfully at the grumpy man as he almost seemed to be falling asleep again.

Mic, however, seemed all the more excited, "So, what do you think of 1-A? Is Aizawa teaching them well?"

With a smile, you nodded, "I think he's doing a great job. They're a really promising group, I just know they'll make great heroes when they grow up. As long as my uncle doesn't keep sleeping through their lessons."

"I know what you're getting at y/n but I'm fine. I'll take the night off tonight if that will stop you lecturing me."

"I'm also cooking dinner tonight, you better eat all of it and then you're having an early night."

Eraser sighed and shook his head in defeat, "Fine."

It was always like this although you weren't the only one looking out for him. Everyone knew he didn't get enough sleep and with his quirk, that was an even bigger problem. You knew full well that the other teachers at UA, Mic included, looked out for him but when it came to actually getting him to look after himself, you were the only one he would ever listen to.

After lunch, you headed off to work. It was just you and Fat Gum today because he decided to give Suneater a break for a few days, today being the last of his break. He was only a trainee after all. You, however, were a fully fledged hero. Two years ago, when you were fresh out of school, you went from being a trainee to a sidekick under Fat Gum's agency. A year and a half after that, you became a pro hero. You were still somewhat unknown but you had gained popularity from your work there. That was something you seemed to take after your uncle, you were not really one for all the cameras and fame. Walking down the street and not being recognised when you weren't in your hero gear was a nice feeling and one you wanted to keep.

That was why you remained under Fat Gum's agency despite being able to move on and even open your own if you wanted to. It was nice there and you got to help out in many ways. For the most part, Fat Gum saw you as a partner and knew that eventually, you would move on. Although, he wasn't sure if you would open your own agency any time soon as you were still so young.

Work passed quickly although you had only stopped a couple of robberies on your patrol, not that you minded. You became a hero to fight crime but that didn't mean you didn't enjoy it when there wasn't much crime to fight because that meant you were doing your job well.

When you arrived home, Eraser was already there.

"Wow, you actually did come back early for once."

"I figured you'd only get mad if I didn't." He sighed, making the final pile of papers he had brought home with him.

"You're taking your class to USJ tomorrow aren't you?"

He nodded.

"That will be fun. I'm sure they'll enjoy their disaster training. But first, you need a proper night's sleep. So, dinner then bed?"

Your uncle smiled slightly and nodded again, "Dinner then bed."

Chapters: 01,  02,

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x you #boku no hero academia shigaraki #shigaraki x y/n #erasermight #aizawa shouta x yagi toshinori #bnha fanfiction #smut #fluff #angst #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki angst

[soobiniebaby]

Angels & Devils Part V: Just Jump

Tomorrow x Together Fanfiction

~ p a r t s : main post || prologue || part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 || part 5 || part 6 || part 7 || part 8 || part 9 || part 10 || part 11 || part 12 || part 13 || part 14 || part 15 || part 16 || part 17 ~ p a i r i n g : love triangle involving choi soobin and choi yeonjun ~ g e n r e : high school au | some social media au | some fluff & angst | childhood friends | love triangle ~ l a n g u a g e : English ~ w a r n i n g : contains swearing, alcohol, kissing (?) and may contain mature themes (angst, etc.) ~ a / n : This will be my first fanfic (go easy on me pls) and i’m just writing this as I go along, so bear with me juseyo The setting (place/country) of the story is up to the reader’s interpretation ~ s u m m a r y : What should she choose? Han Baby: the new girl with a troubled past MO Academy: her new high school Choi Soobin: student council president, member of the Ecosave club, volunteer at the Humane Treatment of Animals, member of the Honor Society, a vocalist in the Jazzed club, the school’s all around golden boy Choi Yeonjun: leader of the Dance club, star of the Jazzed club, the school’s it boy with a bad rep 5 best friends, 1 new girl, 1 childhood friendship, 1 epic love triangle? What will this school year bring?

B jumps from the couch, willing herself not to panic.

How long had they been asleep?

She reads Soobin’s messages and calls him up, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her so her sleeping best friend wouldn’t hear her. Soobin picks up on the first ring.

“B! I was getting worried, what’s going on there? Are you on the way?” Soobin says, his voice full of concern, though he had to speak louder to be heard above the noise of music blasting and people chatting in the background.

“Soobin, I’m so so sorry, we fell asleep and I just woke up. Kai’s still asleep, and wow sounds like the party’s in full swing already.” she says.

“Nah, it’s still pretty early, and a lot of people are still coming in. Get your asses here now!” he says, sounding excited.

“Alright alright, I’ll wake him up, get changed, and we’ll be on our way.” she says.

“Yay, you better hurry! See you soon, B.” Soobin says, and B hears people greeting Soobin with ‘Hey!’s in the background before hanging up the call.

B steps out of the bathroom and is surprised to see Kai awake and sitting up on the couch, arms stretched out. He stops mid-yawn when he sees her exiting the bathroom.

“Hey Baba, were you talking to someone just now? I woke up cause I heard voices and I got a bit freaked out.” Kai says, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“Oh yeah, Soobin just called. He’s asking me if I can drop by his place to pick something up for our project.” she says casually. “Do you wanna come with me? I’m sure Soobin wouldn’t mind.” 

Kai shrugs. “Sure, why not? I was gonna ask him and the boys if they wanted to have dinner together for my birthday anyway. What time is it?”

B checks her phone. “Oh wow, it’s already 7! Gotta hurry if we’re making dinner plans. I’ll call for a cab, get changed, and then we can go.” 

“Alrighty, I’ll freshen up a bit too.” Kai says, standing up and walking to the bathroom. “Why do you need to get changed, though? You look fine.”

B definitely did not look fine. Not for a party, at least. For her first wash day at MOA, she opted to wear an oversized hoodie with leggings and sneakers.

“Nah, I’ve been wearing these clothes all day, I wanna wear something a bit nicer if we’re going out for your birthday dinner.” she says, mentally patting herself on the back for coming up with a good excuse.

“I’ve been wearing these clothes all day too, but fine. It’s not like we’re going anywhere fancy or anything.” he says, trying to straighten out his sweatshirt.

“You look good, though. I’m just gonna touch up my makeup and change my clothes. Be ready in a minute.” she says, before walking into her bedroom and closing the door behind her.

She quickly rushes to her dresser and brushes through her hair, which fortunately didn’t get too disheveled throughout the day. Then, she carefully yet hurriedly worked on her makeup, doing black winged eyeliner, red lips, peach blush and golden highlight knowing that it was foolproof for any occasion.

Next, she throws the doors of her wardrobe open, mentally going through the possible outfit combinations she could put together in her head. She pulls out a few tops and bottoms from the cabinet and lays them on her bed, trying to decide what to wear. She wanted to look appropriately dressed for a party without raising suspicion from her best friend. 

She whips out her phone and sends out a quick message for help.

She follows the girls’ advice and puts on a skirt, deciding that it did look a lot more suitable for the occasion. She puts on a pair of black sneakers and grabs a small black sling bag before exiting her bedroom, only to be greeted by Kai leaning against the backrest of the couch.

“Baba, wow! You look great, wow, I’m actually surprised you didn’t take longer.” he says as he looks her up and down. “I feel way underdressed now. Whoa, you even did your makeup all nice too.” he says, raising a brow. “Perhaps a bit too nice?”

Well, damn she thinks to herself. “It’s not too nice, I just wanted to look good for my best friend’s birthday dinner, that’s all.” she says, waving him off. 

“We’re just going to Soobin’s house though… is there something you’re not telling me?” he persists, resting a hand under his chin.

“Of course not! You’re being silly. Come on, we have to hurry, the cab’s a minute away.” she says, trying to stir away from the topic.

Kai grabs her arm as she tries to run for the door.

“Nuh-huh! Baba! I can’t believe you’re hiding something from me! Tell me, come on please?” Kai says, holding her in place and giving her puppy-dog eyes.

B sighs in defeat. “Alright, Ninging. What do you want me to say?” she says, desperate to get it over with so they wouldn’t be any later to the party than they already were.

“Just admit it!” he says, throwing his hands in the air. “It’s simple. Just say that you…”

“I…” she follows him.

“…have a crush…”

“…Have a crush…” she repeats.

“…on Soobin!” he finishes.

“…on Soobin…?” she repeats, letting the words sink in. “Wait, what?”

Hueningkai screeches as he laughs out loud, holding his stomach. “Ha! I knew it! No wonder you’re all dressed and made up! It’s cause we’re going to Soobin’s house and you like him.” he says teasingly.

B was about to deny it, but decided to just let it slide, knowing that her best friend wouldn’t let her leave without getting something out of her. “Whatever you say, now come on, let’s go.” she says, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the front door of her apartment.

“I knew you like him, I can see the way you two look at each other.” Kai continues as B fumbles with her keys to lock the front door. “Look, you’re even blushing!”

“Oh, shut up, no I’m not. We gotta run, the cab driver’s waiting downstairs.” she says dismissively. And with that, the two of them make their way to Soobin’s house.

•°•

Ding dong.

“Soobin! It’s me Hyuka, and Baba’s here with me! Hello?” Kai says, pounding on the front doors after ringing the doorbell for the third time. B had never been to Soobin’s house before, but to say it was huge was an understatement. It was even bigger than B’s family home, the driveway leading up to the double front doors of the house itself was pretty breathtaking already.

“Baba, can you text Soobin to let him know we’re here? All the lights are off, so it doesn’t look like anyone’s home.” Kai says, looking up at the house. The driveway had lights along the path, but the house itself was pitch black. B had already sent Soobin 5 messages since they left her place, but since he hasn’t responded, she wasn’t sure what the next part of the plan was.

“I already texted him, Ningning. He hasn’t replied yet.” she says, biting her lip. What was she supposed to do now?

Right on cue, her phone starts to ring, making the two of them jump in surprise.

“Oh, it’s Soobin, finally.” B says, but before she could answer the call, Kai grabs her phone and answers it himself.

“Soobin, we’re here! Where are you?” he asks. B doesn’t hear the other boy’s reply, but Kai continues. “Ah I see I see, you want us to go in through the back? Like, where the pool is? Why, are you too lazy to walk all the way to the front door again?”

Kai starts to walk towards the side of the house, into the garden and motions B over to follow him. “You’re getting your foyer renovated? Alright, we’re in the garden now, just a few more steps and—”

Just then, the two of them are blinded and deafened by a sudden flashing of bright lights, the blaring of upbeat music, and the collective chorus of about 200 people shouting “Surprise!”

Kai nearly drops B’s phone as she grabs her by the shoulder and shields himself with her body, while B covers her eyes with her hands.

“Wha—” Kai begins, until he sees Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu and Taehyun standing a few steps away from where he and B were frozen. Behind them, a couple hundred people were standing around in anticipation, most of them holding balloons and glow sticks.

“Happy birthday, Hyuka!” the 4 boys in front of them cheer. Kai steps away from B sheepishly with a wide grin on his face. “Wow, you guys really planned all this for me?”

“And you really used me as a human shield?” B says teasingly, punching him on the arm.

“And yes, indeed, we did.” Taehyun says, holding his arms out for a hug. “Happy birthday, Hyuka!”Kai laughs gleefully as he runs into Taehyun’s arms, and soon all 4 boys envelope him in a hug as everyone around them starts to cheer.

“You know, this wouldn’t have been possible without your best friend.” Soobin says, taking a step back and holding out an arm towards her. “Come here, B!”

Kai gives his best friend a knowing smile, and she rolls her eyes at him before smiling warmly at Soobin and walking towards him. He wraps an arm around her and thanks her before proclaiming “Now, let’s party!” which is met with cheers from everyone.

•°•

Yeonjun nurses the red cup in his hand, swirling the yellowish liquid around as he sits on a cooler by the patio and looks on at everyone around him, the party going into full swing. He liked to play a little game with himself wherein he observed people in groups and tried to figure out who was drunker than who.

Soobin had his arm around Hyuka’s shoulders as the 2 boys walked around the crowded back yard, with the older boy forcing the birthday boy to take a sip out of his red cup every time he was greeted with a “Happy birthday” as they walked through the crowd. He noticed now that Hyuka was also wearing a plastic crown on his head and was starting to wobble as he walked, and Soobin had to pull him to his side before the birthday boy lost his footing and nearly fell into the pool. The younger boy was clearly much drunker than the older boy.

Beomgyu and Taehyun were seated together around the fire pit with a group of Sophomores and Juniors from MOA. They seemed to be bickering as Beomgyu was loudly telling an over-exaggerated story to the crowd, waving his arms in the air for added effect, while Taehyun would interject every other sentence, and the people around them laughed and stared at the 2 boys. The older boy was definitely drunker than the younger boy, that is if Taehyun had had anything to drink at all.

Yeonjun let his eyes scan through the crowd again until they landed on B.

On Baby, who was dancing her heart out with a red cup in her hand, swaying her body alongside 2 sophomore girls, one of which Yeonjun recognized as Beomgyu’s ex, Ryujin. He watched them dance for a bit, trying to decipher who was drunker than who, when suddenly the 3 girls scream and cheer as Fancy by Twice starts to blare through the speakers. The other girl, the one he didn’t recognize, tilts her head back as Ryujin grabs the girls by the waist and starts jumping to the beat. He was ready to bet that the third girl was the drunkest one among the 3, until he sees Baby start to jump to the beat as well, the liquid spilling from her red cup.

He took a sip out of his own cup as he watched her, transfixed by her dancing. She wasn’t the best dancer by any means, heck she wasn’t a very good dancer at all, but he could tell she had rhythm since she was able to jump and spin and shake her hips right on beat every time, her short skirt dangerously swinging along as she did so.

Just then, the other girl whispers something into Baby’s ear, and her face lights up as she nods and her eyes scan the crowd. When she spots him, she screams out “Ningning!” so loud that almost everyone on the dance floor looks in her direction. She continues to scream his name, jumping up and down and waving her arms in the air, until Soobin sees her and starts guiding Hyuka towards her.

Yeonjun watches on as the 2 groups meet, and Hyuka throws himself from Soobin’s arms to Baby’s arms, who stumbles as she struggles to steady the drunk boy who was over a foot taller than her. Once she gets him to stand upright, she then introduces Hyuka to the third girl, who smiles brightly and giggles when Hyuka drunkenly says something to her as they start to talk. Ryujin briefly says hi to Soobin before turning to Baby as the two of them start to chat as well. The whole time, Yeonjun notices that Soobin had his eyes fixed on her. On the very same girl he had been watching for the past 10 minutes now.

Yeonjun couldn’t tell how drunk Soobin was, but the way he was staring at Baby made him wonder if it was because he was intoxicated or if it was something else. But how would he find out?

He sees Baby take her phone out and start taking selfies with the group. He sees her try to scream something into Soobin’s ear, then the two of them take selfies together, and he hears Hyuka’s dolphin-like squeals cheering them on as they do so.

Just then, Hyuka claps and starts to jump up and down with a mischievous grin on his face. From where he was standing, Yeonjun could hear Hyuka scream “Truth or Dare, now!” as he drags Baby and their group towards where Taehyun and Beomgyu were seated.

Beomgyu claps Hyuka on the back and urges him to take a seat, and they get the group to form a small circle for the game. As Taehyun procures an empty beer bottle and puts it in the middle, Soobin stops him from spinning it.

Yeonjun watches as Soobin’s eyes scan the crowd until they meet his. His face lights up as he shouts “Yeonjunie!” and motions for him to come over. Yeonjun can’t stop the smile from creeping up on his face as he nods, downs his cup and refills it before making his way through the crowd to join the circle.

“Hey, YJ!” Beomgyu cheers as Yeonjun approaches. He gives him a one-armed hug before offering him a seat, between Taehyun and Soobin, who puts an arm around his shoulders and rests his cheek on his shoulder.

Yeonjun laughs as Soobin rubs his cheek against Yeonjun’s shirt. “How drunk are you?” the blue-haired boy asks.

“Just the right amount.” Soobin responds vaguely.

Taehyun leans forward as he prepares to spin the bottle. “Alright, round 1, here we go.” he announces before letting it spin. It makes 3 spins around the circle before landing on Hyuka, who was seated between Baby and the other girl she was with.

Hyuka screams as the bottle stops, and everyone laughs at his reaction. 

“Alright Hyuka, truth or dare?” Taehyun asks.

Before Hyuka could answer, Baby screams out “Dare!”

“Baba! You can’t—” Hyuka begins, but Baby just cuts him off.

“I dare you to… ask for a girl’s number! Any girl within the circle.” she says, smiling devilishly.

Hyuka lets out a huff and mutters “Fine!” before making a quick scan around the circle, then he turns away from Baby and comes face to face with the other girl.

“Oh, Yuna! Um, do you mind, if…?” Hyuka asks, fumbling to pull his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. The girl, Yuna, nods and blushes profusely as Hyuka hands her his phone and she puts in her number. As she hands the phone back to him, he says “Oh wait, we need to put in a contact picture. Quick, say kimchi!” as he leans in closer to her and they take a selfie together.

Yeonjun didn’t know if it was cause of the alcohol or not, but he could see that the girl, Yuna’s face was fully flushed now. As Hyuka finishes adding her number to his phone, Yeonjun sees Baby wink at Yuna and mouth the words “you’re welcome” at her. Now, Yeonjun was certain that Yuna’s red cheeks were definitely not just a drunk blush.

Taehyun once again spins the bottle as he proclaims “Round 2!” and everyone watches as the bottle stops and points to Ryujin.

“Ah… Ryujin. Truth or Dare?” Taehyun asks, his excitement visibly waning when their eyes meet. It was then when Yeonjun remembered that Taehyun had never really liked Ryujin, even back when she and Beomgyu were still dating, though he didn’t really know why. The 2 of them just naturally seemed to not like each other. There was just this unspoken agreement that while they both respected each other as individuals, it was clear that they weren’t friendly at all.

“Dare.” Ryujin says, as brave as ever.

“I dare you to kiss any guy in this circle.” Yuna suggests, which everyone nods in agreement to. All eyes go back and forth between Ryujin and Beomgyu then, everyone anticipating something between the friends-turned-exes-turned-friends. Even Yeonjun was watching the pair intently, waiting to see what Ryujin would do.

She stands up then, and walks over to where Beomgyu and Taehyun were sitting. Everyone starts howling and saying “Pucker up, Choi!” which Beomgyu just waves off. When she reaches the pair, she looks between the two of them, and smirks before she leans in between the two boys and whispers “You don’t mind, do you?” before planting a kiss on Taehyun’s cheek, leaving everyone shocked yet cheering in amusement.

Beomgyu bursts with laughter clapping his hands “Damn, Ryu! Nicely played!” he laughs as he gives Ryujin a salute before clapping Taehyun on the back and saying “I did not see that coming. How was it, Tyunie?”

“It wasn’t too bad, I guess? Not that I’d want a repeat.” Taehyun clarifies, which is met with giggles from the girls.

“Actually, if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t that your first kiss?” Beomgyu asks, mouth wide with shock.

“You’ll have to get the bottle to point to me if you really wanna know the answer to that.” Taehyun says suavely, grabbing the bottle and letting it spin once again. Luckily, it didn’t land on him and instead landed on the boy next to him.

“Gyu, truth or dare?” Taehyun asks smugly.

Beomgyu taps a finger on his chin as he decides “Truth?”

“Alright, is there anyone else in this circle who you’ve had feelings for?” Ryujin asks, which everyone reacts to with “Ooh”s and whispers.

“You, duh.” Beomgyu scoffs, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Ryujin smirks as she says “I said anyone else, other than myself.”

Everyone in the circle goes quiet for a moment, and once again Yeonjun finds himself staring back and forth between Beomgyu and Ryujin.

Finally, Beomgyu lets out a sigh as he says “Alright alright, yes, there is someone else in this very circle whom I have feelings for.” 

“Have? As in present tense?” Ryujin asks innocently as everyone watches on.

“If you really wanna know, the bottle has to point to me before you get another truth out of me.” Beomgyu says slyly. Yeonjun was amused to see how friendly Beomgyu and Ryujin still were with each other.

The game got a little more heated as the night went on. Kisses were exchanged between some Sophomores and Seniors, drinks were downed, vomit was spewed out and confessions came to light. The bottle even landed on Yeonjun once, and since everyone knew he was the best dancer at MOA, he was dared to give a short lap dance to anyone in the circle, which he gamely gave to Soobin, who shyly covered his face with his hands the whole time. 

Yeonjun watched in amusement most of the time, and it was all fun and games until the bottle finally landed on—

“B! Truth or dare?” Taehyun declares, and everyone lets out an “ooh” as she says “Dare.”

Hyuka laughs out loud, clapping his hands gleefully. “Finally! I’ve been waiting all night for this!” he says. With an evil glint in his eyes, he continues “Since you’re the new girl, and I’m the birthday boy, and you’re my best friend, this one has to be big, and you can’t say no. Anyone got any suggestions?” he says, standing up and waving his hands as he spins around in the middle of the circle. Yeonjun laughed a bit at how wasted Hyuka was, but he was also anticipating what wild dare they could possibly come up with.

“Ooh ooh, I’ve got one!” Yuna says, excitedly raising her hand in the air as if she were in class. Everyone expectedly looks at her then.

Hyuka motions her to stand up and she does so, as she faces Baby says “I dare you to spend 7 minutes in heaven with…” Yuna trails off, her eyes scanning through the circle. “With whoever the bottle lands on next!” she finishes, unable to decide on a specific person.

Everyone nods in agreement, and now all eyes shift to Taehyun as he holds up the empty beer bottle and dramatically says “Now, let us decide the fate of B’s 7 minutes in heaven! Who will the universe deem worthy?”

All eyes are focused on the bottle as it spins once, twice, and three times before finally stopping.

Yeonjun lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding as he feels all eyes on him. He hears Hyuka laughing manically like a dolphin as Taehyun says “Congrats, Yeonjunie! Looks like the universe chooses you.”

Yeonjun looks up then. First at Baby, who was still laughing along as people in the circle teasingly cheered on. Then at the boy on his right, Soobin, who was looking at him in a way he had never seen before. He was smiling lightly, yet it was like he was trying to communicate something to him without using any words. Yeonjun himself couldn’t explain what he was feeling at that very moment, as Baby holds her hand out to him and says “What do you say, Yeonjun? 7 minutes?”

Whoops and cheers are heard from all around the circle as Yeonjun carefully takes her hand and stands up as he says “Why the hell not?”

•°•

When B woke up on the day of Kai’s birthday, she never would have thought that she’d be sitting on the floor in the garden shed of Soobin’s house, surrounded by various rakes and lawnmowers and other gardening tools, squished next to Yeonjun.

Yet there they were, sitting on the floor side by side, phones confiscated by the birthday boy, the surprisingly thick walls of the shed muffling the sound of the party to a low murmur of background noise.

She didn’t know why, maybe it was cause she was a little bit drunk, but she didn’t know what to say or how to act now that she was alone with the blue-haired boy. She thought 7 minutes would fly by quickly just like the night so far, but she checks her watch, the tiny screen briefly lighting up the shed, and sees that only 2 minutes had passed since they were shoved into the dark shed.

She was sorting through her thoughts trying to think or something, anything to say, until Yeonjun broke the silence.

“It’s nice to get a moment of quiet, isn’t it?” he says, resting his palms on the floor as he attempts to get into a more comfortable position, nearly hitting her arm with his elbow as he does so. “Ah, sorry, that was close.” he says, mindful of keeping a small gap between them.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine. And yeah, a little quiet in the midst of a raging party is kind of nice.” she says, slowly starting to relax as well. She didn’t understand why she was so nervous, anyway. It was just Yeonjun.

“So, watcha wanna do for 7 minutes? Wanna play a game?” he asks at an attempt to ease out the awkward silence.

B nods, though she wasn’t sure if he could see it through the dark. “Alright, what game? Like 20 questions or something?”

“Yeah, alright, I’ll start.” he says, going quiet for a moment to think about a question before asking “How was your first week at MOA?”

That was an easy one. “It was really fun, the school’s great and the students are nice. Everyone seems to get along really well with each other. The only thing that I’ve struggled with so far is the adjusting to living alone, but that’s not a bad thing either.” she says. 

“Oh, really? What are the struggles of living alone, then?” Yeonjun asks.

“I mean it’s not too bad. It’s just that, all my life, I’ve had—Hey, wait a minute, it’s my turn to ask a question!” she exclaims as she realizes that he asked 2 consecutive questions already.

“Alright, you got me. What’s your first question?” Yeonjun asks. “And no, this doesn’t count as another question.” he adds teasingly.

She laughs for a bit before responding, “Um, let’s see… if you were stuck on a deserted island and could only choose 1 person to have as company, who among your friends would you pick?”

Yeonjun laughs, taken back by the question. “Baby, what the heck? That’s your question? That’s so random!” 

She smiles in the darkness upon hearing him laugh, feeling the warm buzz from the alcohol kicking in again. “It may be random, but it’s my question, and you have to answer it.” she huffs.

“That’s a such a safe question though. I thought you were the kind of person who’d dig deep to get answers, too.” Yeonjun says. “By the way, I’d probably pick Tyun cause he’s the smartest guy in the group and he’ll probably be able to keep me alive while being good company as well.”

“What do you mean by safe question?” she asks, before he interrupts.

“Nuh-uh, it’s my turn to ask. If I didn’t have to skip classes on the first day of school, would you have picked me as your partner for the creative writing project?” he asks suddenly.

“Hm, I’m not sure. If you were there and you had asked me, I would have said yes. Though honestly, you and Soobin probably would have ended up partnering up anyway.” she shrugs, though he probably couldn’t see it. “My turn. Why did you have to skip classes that day?”

He sighs before answering. “You see, my dad is a powerful businessman. All my life, I feel like I’ve been groomed and trained to one day take over the company, though the burden on my has gotten heavier ever since I turned 18. He takes me to observe important business meetings and drags me into company events so that I can familiarize myself with the family business and everyone involved in it. Last Monday, he pulled me out of class so I could be by his side at another boring board meeting. Nothing new, he usually gets me excused from classes anyway.”

“Oh wow, is that related to the reason why you had to repeat your senior year at MOA?” B asks suddenly, then she shuts her mouth once she realizes that she just said it out loud.“Tsk tsk tsk, it’s my turn to ask.” Yeonjun simply says, though B gets the feeling that from here on out, he would avoid that topic. “Have you ever had a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend? I mean, no judgement or anything, just didn’t want you to think that I’d assume all people are just straight.”

B laughs at his defensiveness. “That’s sweet and very openminded of you, but as far as I can tell, I’m straight. And yes, I’ve had 1 but that was a long time ago. What about you, have you ever had a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend? No judgement or anything.” she says, teasingly imitating him.

He laughs too. “Fair enough. Yeah, I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious or anything, more like flirting and casual dating. Not that I haven’t tried to be serious, I’d be open to getting serious with someone, I just haven’t dated anyone I wanted to get serious with…?”

“Wow, no need to be defensive. Again, no judgement or anything. This surprisingly soundproof shed is a safe space. Whatever happens in this shed stays in this shed.” she says reassuringly, trying to keep the mood light. “So what kind of person would you consider worth getting serious with?”

“I don’t really know. I wouldn’t say I have a type. It would be more like a feeling? All the girls I’ve dated so far have all felt the same, like there’s a blueprint for every date, a pattern for every conversation, it all just feels the same. I just haven’t met anyone who made me feel any different than all those other girls, though I mean no offense to any of those girls. They’re all great and everything, they’re just not for me.” Yeonjun says, speaking with ease.

“May I ask, just how many girls have you gone out with?” B wonders.

“No you may not, because I’ve just not realized that you just asked me 2 consecutive questions, so now you owe me 2 answers.” Yeonjun laughs at his sudden realization.

B laughs too. “Damn it, I thought you wouldn’t notice!” 

Yeonjun gasps. “You did that on purpose?”

“That depends, is that one of your 2 questions?” B asks.

“Psh, no way. I won’t let these questions go to waste.”

“Alright then, go ahead. What do you want to know?” B says gamely.

“First, are you seeing anyone?”

B pauses, thinking the question over. “Seeing anyone? Like dating? Nah, I’ve been too preoccupied with transferring schools and moving into the apartment and the start of classes and stuff to even think about dating anyone.” she says matter-of-factly. “What’s your second question?”

Yeonjun lets out a deep breath before asking “Baby, will you go out with me?”

There’s a moment of silence as B lets his question sink in. She could hear nothing but her heartbeat pounding through her ears and her breathing start to quicken. 

“Yeonjun, I—” she begins.

Just then, the shed is suddenly flooded with light and the blaring sound of party music fills the shed as the doors are thrown open by Kai and Taehyun. 

 Taehyun holds up his phone, showing that the 7-minute timer he set had gone off. Kai cups his hands around his mouth as he yells:

“Time’s up!” 

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The Devil’s Daughter

Oh my, this was a good idea. You guys are great, thank you so much for your feedback. I’m so happy you guys like it. Taglist is still open, so if you want to be on, let me know. Happy reading and let me know what you thought.

Part 1

Warnings: description of violence, angst, nightmares

Words: 1717

Part 2

“Jonathan!”

He was surrounded by fire, the earth beneath him burning. The last time he had walked through this place had been when Angela had been possessed. Constantine was used to the sight of demons scattering about, but what he was seeing there made his blood turn cold.

She was there, her body coated in darkness. Her wings were replaced by deep gashes as if someone had cut them off. John didn't know why but he had to go to her, free her from the fires of hell. The devil sat on his throne watching them both intently.

“My favorite.” Satan whispered, his hand supporting his head from the defeat he felt. “My best creation. And yet you have disappointed me.”

Without looking at her the King of Hell signaled Mammon to proceed. His son raised the sword high, gleaming in the firelight that burned around them. John felt icy fingers gripping his heart and yet he couldn't move. He desperately tried to reach her, safe her but as much as he tried, the warlock was stuck to the ground. It felt like invisible fingers were holding him there. A cry escaped his lips as he fought with all his might and yet he could only watch on. Black feathered wings spanning out behind the dark Price as he swung the sword down.

“Johnathan, help me!” she cried anguished.

With a loud cry Mammon stabbed the broad sword through her heart. Jonathan's eyes widened and with renewed anger he broke the invisible chains around him, lunging at the warrior as he saw her crumbling. Her eyes loosing the light he had seen in them only days before. The ground around her turning dark from her blood.

Falling to his knees, mindless of the mess seeping into his pants, Constantine gathered her into his arms.

“J-John.” she brokenly whispered. Her hand, stained with the dark matter common for the devil's lair, reached up, softly stroking his cheek. His skin now dirty and stained, yet it didn't matter. The occult detective held onto her. “I'm sorry.”

Her eyes started to close and Jonathan lightly shook her, his hold getting tighter with each short breath she took. “You stay awake do you hear me?!” he pleaded, tears gathering in his eyes. “Don't you dare close your eyes! Please! Come on!” But his laments were not heard, she drew her last breath as the light finally left her eyes, with the warlock's face buried in her hair.

The devil and his son watched him curiously. Never before had they seen him this desperate, never seen him crying. Johnathan Constantine wasn't someone to show these emotions. Satan's eyes widened as he finally found the reason for this display. “By the gods, sonny! You love her” he grinned, leaning forward on his throne. “Don't you?”

Mammon laughed loudly, clapping his hands. “This is funniest thing I heard in centuries.” He joined his father's side again, standing next to the throne. “The one sending us demons back to where we belong falling in love with the devil's daughter. It is quite a joke, don't you think so, Johnny boy?”

“Johnathan, Jonathan, Johnathan.” the King of Hell scoffed, standing up from his seat and strode to the pair, leaving dark footprints in his wake. “She had to die, Johnathan. My daughter was going to keep your soul pure, so I couldn't claim you, but you belong to me, sonny.” The devil put his hand on the back of his neck, leaning down to growl in his ear. “You. Belong. To ME!”

With a loud gasp the occult detective woke up, bathed in sweat and shivering despite the high temperature in his apartment. It was the first time in a long while that he had a nightmare, but he didn't know why nor did he know the woman he so desperately cried for. It wasn't Angela, he was sure of that.

So who was she?

»¤«

“Hello?” he called out, his arms wrapped around his body, shivering despite the heat surrounding him. “Hello!”

The sound of flapping wings reached his ears and the young man turned around, trying to locate it. He saw a dark figure moving toward him and fear gripped his dead heart, remembering the fight at the hospital. Was it going to be the same as before, demons and angels fighting against them? If Constantine was here, he'd know what he should do, but he was dead.

Chas Kramer was as dead as can be and all because he wanted to help John Constantine fight of the evil that lurked in the shadows around them. Gabriel had killed him, he had seen him when Johnathan was fighting with the angel and his soul still hadn't decided where to go. Now he was in this darkness, the only source of light coming from the fire at the end of the hall, the one place that figure was coming from. Chas willed his eyes to stay open, despite the fear taking over. This was against every rule he had read in the book Johnathan had given him. Show no fear. But how could he not when he didn't know what he was fighting against.

“Welcome Chas Kramer.” you moved slowly, the blood red skirt of the dress you wore trailing behind you. Your bare feet making no sound as you finally came to a halt in front of the young man. “We have waited for you.”

With a gasp he stood up, trying to put on a strong face. “Why am I here? I didn't kill myself. John said only those that did”

“John?” you asked curiously, cocking your head to the side to watch the young man in front of you. “Do you mean Jonathan Constantine?”

Chas bit his lip, not sure how he should answer. I would betray his friend and mentor if he told you anything that could compromise him. Even though he was dead now, he would try to keep quiet no matter what you would want from him.

“I have seen you before, Chas Kramer.” you proclaimed, circling the former apprentice, a finger tapping your pursed lips. “You followed him like a puppy and Jonathan didn't even acknowledge your worth until it was to late.”

“W-Who are you? How do you know Constantine?” he demanded, moving his face closer to yours. “What is your name?”

Your laugh sounded like bells in the otherwise bleak surroundings and Chas couldn't understand how you belonged to the darkness. He watched you intently, searching the markings on your body for any kind of indication for your identity. “My name would be poison on your lips, my dear.”

Your fingers softly moved across his cheek, stroking along his jaw before you grabbed him tightly, your long fingernails digging into his skin. “I am the daughter of Satan, his most trusted servant, his master torturer and you, Chas Kramer are going to help me.”

He flinched, tightly closing his eyes and trying to turn his head away from you. Despite his attempts to stay strong, the young man showed the fear in his eyes. “I'll not help you kill him.” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up to shove you off.

Smiling at him, you indulged the young man, letting yourself be pushed back. Your wings spread out to keep you from toppling over and stay upright. “I'm not going to kill him, Mr. Kramer. You are going to be resurrected and will take me to Jonathan.”

Growling, the former apprentice ran at you, his fist swinging. You cackled and fought off any of his attempts. You were immortal and had more power than a mere human trying to play warlock.

“How will I know you're not going to hurt him.” he inquired, his fists still raised to defend himself should you attack him. “I don't even know you.”

Shrugging your shoulders, your eyes gleamed at him. “You'll just have to trust me this time.” You put your hands on his chest, squeezing the place where his heart was supposed to be and started the process. Never in a million years had you used your gift for the good. When your father had decided he wanted to get Constantine's soul even though he sacrificed himself, you knew you had to stop him from doing something stupid. Jonathan was many things, but he was still a good guy, helping and saving others. He might not believe in god, but you had a feeling god still needed him for the good deeds in this world.

Chas cried out from the pressure building inside his body. The heat was rising and he felt as if he was burned alive. Was this how it felt to move through hellfire? The book covered the nine circles of hell, but he never would have guessed that he would be one of the souls ending up here.

“You are not going to stay here, Chas Kramer. I need you in the land of the living.” you whispered in his ear, pushing him back. It send him tumbling through a hole you knew would lead back to earth.

A raging cry sounded from behind you. Mammon had seen the whole display and knew you were going to betray your father. He raised his sword, striking at you. Despite trying to fight back you weren't able to conjure enough strength against your brother. He had always been stronger and a far better warrior than you. The scythe you had conjured in your hand was throne away by the sheer force of his broad sword clanging against the small blade. A cry escaped your lips as the sharp edge sliced your hand, dark blood rising from the cut.

“I will kill you, Y/N. You have betrayed father.” he raged, his sword hitting against your shoulder. His violet eyes burned into your own as he swung the blade, cutting away your wings. “Now you will be were you wanted to be.”

Mammon pushed you away, making you fall to your knees. The pain was blinding you. “This is what pain feels like. You are one of them, those filthy humans.”

Another hole opened and you could feel yourself falling, your brother's maniacal laughter following you.

Part 3

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Laying Claim (Castiel x Witch!Reader)

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So with that in mind, this is what my brain came up with, idk why XD, I hope you like it 😊

(Also guys, my mom and I finally got to the Godstiel part of Spn I've heard so much about, and pretty much our reaction was the same, just "oh sweety, no, what are you doing?)

Word count: 2,476

Pairings: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Cussing, Demons being asshole, unknown claiming? Fluffly Cas, Angry Cas

Today's the day! The anniversary of when you first joined the Winchesters and their guardian angel one year ago. You had met when a coven in your town had started killing people, you were going to find out for yourself but...Well after all, if they wanted to do the dirty work of searching, why not let them?

Though you still did some digging of your own after you found a hex bag in your gutter, silly little girls, just a bunch of soccer moms who thought Harry Potter was real. Needless to say the demon they had sold their souls to at their little slumber party wasn't the type to give them back, and with a little help from one of your spells, the pieces fell right into place for the Winchesters to slay the demon...

Only problem was the bitch knew about you, and used her last breath to spill the beans, so you really weren't surprised when the trio came barging up to your house. The two boys seemed to want nothing more than your head on a platter as well, thinking you were linked to the coven, but the third, the third simply stared at you, seemingly trying to decipher you as well as commit you to memory. It wasn't hard to know what he was, the gift of sight as your grandmother called it, allowed you to see the large black wigs that rose behind him.

'Interesting' you had thought, remembering everything you had ever read about angels.

"Tell you what" you spoke, stopping the argument the boys were having.

"Have your little friend here read my mind, or memories, which ever he prefers, and see that I have never harmed anyone" the boys looked to the angel who seemed to have broken out of the trance he was under at the sound of your voice.

"Cas?" The shorter man asked, to which 'Cas' simply nodded and made his way over to you, he lifted his fingers, placing two on your forehead while closing his eyes, a moment later he opened them and nodded at the boys.

"She's telling the truth, she hasn't hurt anyone, she actually helps people, and was a target of the coven herself" he told them.

"See? I told you, now, would you care to join me for some tea?" You asked, eyes never leaving his blue ones, oh you could get lost in those babies.

"I even have pie" you added with a smile as you finally turned to the other two.

 That had been the first time you had a civil conversation with the trio; Sam and Dean, two orphan hunters following in Daddy's footsteps. And Castiel, the angel who decided to fight his own kind to protect humanity, interesting. You offered your services should the boys ever need it, figuring they would never take you up on it, but hoping to be able to see the stoic angel once more, and low and behold...

They called. For almost a year now you had been helping them, being a researcher, going with them on cases, even using your magic to take down baddies. The work made your feel alive, but not as alive as when Cas would come around. Something about the angel's presence alone makes your body feel electrified, and when his piercing blue orbs met yours you swore your heart stopped. Lately though, he started treating you like a child who was incapable of keeping herself safe.

The first time was while you were helping the boys with some demons, a reason for Cas to be present, and you hadn't thought much past trying to slow down your heart rate when he grabbed you and pulled you to his chest, shielding your eyes as he let out a blinding light that killed them all.

The second time though, you had been against a neat of vamps, one which you and the boys were handling just find, but just as you were about to drop the vamp that was advancing towards you, a silver blade pierced it's neck, quickly taking it's head, and when it fell it revealed Cas standing behind it. He stated that he needed to speak with Dean and Sam about something, so that is why he located you all, but you began to wonder when you were the first one he healed, and he stood extra close to you as he spoke.

The third time you started to grow annoyed. You were just fine by yourself, could handle yourself against the werewolf, and in your opinion, kicking ass. Sure you had taken a few scratches, and your arm hurt like hell from the deep claw marks, but you held your ground...And then right as you were about to give the killing blow with your magic, that all too familiar angel blade made an appearance once more.

"What the hell Cas that was my kill!" You told him, less angry about the fact that he finished the fight and more about the fact that he had done it so often recently. 

"You're injured" he simply stated.

"So? I was still kicking its ass!" You defended as he walked over to you and healed you, causing you to groan and walk away from the confused angel.

The final straw had been tonight, the whole day throughout the hunt for a pack of demons who had intel on Lucifer, the boys and you had been in a somewhat good mood after you had bought them breakfast and explained the anniversary. The hunt had gone well, you found the demons, killed all but one and was grilling it for information. It was a tough nut to crack, even an exorcism didn't scare it. 

"We're not getting anywhere, let me try" you told them, causing Dean to immediately shake his head.

"Hell no, I'm not letting you near that thing alone"

"Funny, you say that like you can stop me" you stated while looking over at him, there was a silent stare before you sighed

"Just five minutes Dean, I promise you I'll be fine" before Dean could even open his mouth Sam spoke in your defence

"She's right Dean, and besides, he's in the trap, what can he do?" 

Dean was silent for a moment before his eyes met yours again.

"Fine, but five minutes is all you got" nodding, you made your way back into the room. 

"Ok buddy, here's how it's gonna go down" you started as you stood in front of him, but he only laughed while looking around.

"Boy toys now coming?" He asked

"Sorry pal, just you and me, now you're gonna-"

"You know I'm surprised your mate leaves you alone with them, he must trust you a lot, or he's an idiot"

"What the hell are you even talking about?" You asked, confused as to why he would state you have a "mate"

"Oh….Oh you don't know" he started laughing hysterically.

"Shut it!" You yelled watching as his laughter died down, but the smirk stayed.

"Sweety, you reek of him. His sent his all over you. Desperate protectiveness, longing, it's enough to make me gag, the best part is that he did this without you even knowing. A do not touch sign to anyone else, a claim on you, really that's horrible, and I'm a demon" he laughed again, while you digest the information, something had laid a claim on you? You felt like you needed a shower thinking that it could be any of the creatures you encountered in your year with the boys. 

"You know though, I'm not surprised you didn't know" it stated, causing you to look at it once more.

"You're such an idiot" and with that he lunged at you, knocking you back into the wall and knocking the air from your lungs. You were pretty sure you heard your shoulder pop while your vision blacked out for a moment. When you looked around you noticed the slow steady drip of water from a nearby pipe that had washed away part of the devil's trap, before your eyes were brought back to the demon's face as he straddled you, leaning in and taking a deep breath.

"I wonder how he would like it...If I laid my own claim to you" he smirked, and you tried to push him off as he leaned down, him somehow over powering your magic, but just as he was about to reach your neck, his weight disappeared from you and a crash was heard from the other side of the room. 

"W-wait I-I didn't know!" It started to plead as you watched Castiel slowly walk towards him.

"I didn't know she belonged to an angel I swear!" He pleaded again.

'Belonged to…' your mind started to remember little things that happened these past couple of months. Cas giving you his coat when you stood outside watching the boys do a salt and burn, Cas sitting next to your while you explained your favorite shows to him, by the end of the night you would be leaning against him and his arm would be on the back of the couch, fingers lightly resting on your shoulder. Cas listening to your music with you from your ipod in the back of the impala despite the fact he could easily poof to the location. And then there was Cas always swooping in when you were fighting things...did Cas...Lay claim to you?

You watched as he easily got the information and killed the demon, only then noticing that the boys had been pounding on the door trying to get in, upon the demon's death, it unlocked and they rushed into the room. 

"Y/N!" Dean started but Cas was quick to cut him off.

"Why were you not with her?" His voice rising slightly, the only indication besides the fire still burning in his eyes that he was pissed.

"We figured she" Sam started, but was also cut off by Cas.

"That she what? Was your bait to get information? You put her in danger!" A light blew out in the room.

"And we told her" Dean tried

"And you know she would not listen! You should have been in her presence at all times!" Another light, the bright flash momentarily illuminating the shadow of Cas's wings, oh, he was very pissed.

"Cas" you started

"This is exactly why I have to keep-"

"CAS!" You yelled, turning the room silent as you stood, grabbing your arm that you could clearly tell was broken.

"I came here alone of my own accord, they didn't want me to, but I did it anyways, it's not their fault"

"They should have protected you" he started, coming forward to heal your wounds, his eyes showed a different story, and in that moment you knew what he was really trying to say.

'I should have protected you'

"We need to talk by the way" you stated, looking at the boys then him.

"Alone" with a nod he grabbed your hand.

"I'll take her back to the hotel" he told the boys, and in a blink, you stood in your hotel room. You let go of his hand, making your way over to the bed and sat down, Cas didn't move as he stared at the carpet.

"Cas did you…."you started before realizing that this was going to be really embarrassing to ask.

"Did you ...Lay claim to me?" you asked, not meeting his gaze when you saw him look at you from the corner of your eye.

"...Not...Fully" he spoke after a moment, this caused you to look at him.

"What does that even mean?" You gave a short laughed and watched as he sighed before coming to sit next to you. 

"Y/N I...I have feeling for you...Ones that someone would only have in the presence of a potential mate" he states turning to look at you.

"Wow sweety we gotta get you into now days language" you said with a chuckle, before adding.

"So..You have feelings for me?"

"Yes, I thought it was wise to push them away at first, you would be in danger if anyone after me, found you. But as time went on I found them...Harder to repress, and I found myself claiming you before I even realized it" He states, looking down as if weighted by shame.

"We have different versions of claiming"you laugh, thinking back to what the demon had said

"He said I smelled like you" Cas nodded, still not meeting your eyes.

"It's the first stage of claiming someone, we cover them in our scent, it's not perceivable to your senses, but to other beings it lets them know that you belong to someone" he explained, "So every time you sat next to me or gave me your coat?" He nodded, before adding.

"My grace also leaves behind a scent" he added.

"Your grace? Do you...Use it often?" You asked.

"To protect you yes" He nodded

"So this was why you have been jumping in front of monsters for me?" You asked, again he nodded.

"You know I can take care of myself" you smiled

"But it's my job to protect you" he stated, finally meeting your gaze.

"Because you're my mate?" You asked with a laugh, but noticed his cheeks darken at your words.

"I'm not your mate…"

"Yet" You smirked when he looked at you with wide eyes.

"I have feelings for you that someone would only have in the presence of a potential mate" you smiled, watching as he scanned your eyes for any sign that you were untruthful.

"But I can still take care of myself" to laughed.

"But It's my-"

"Job to protect me, tell you what, if it's your job to protect me, than it's my job to protect you" you told him as you leaned in, watching his confused expression as you pressed your lips against his, they were just as soft as you always imagined they would be, and your hand came up to cup his face, his stubble lightly scratching your palm as you felt his hand rest against your hip. You pulled away and looked into his eyes, the striking blue swallowed by black pupils. 

"As your mate" you smiled, watching as a smile spread across his lips.

"So...if putting your scent on me is the first stage...what are the other stages of..Laying claim to a mate?" You asked with a smirk, watching as his smile turned playful.

"There are a lot of stages, it could take all night" he replied.

"Well, guess we better get started" you spoke before pulling him down for another kiss, you were in for a long, blissful night with your new mate. Happy anniversary to you.

Hope everyone enjoyed it! Let me know what you think.

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Hell Cant Be Heaven without You

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Hey guys so it’s been a while since I’ve updated any of my titles but I hope this holds y’all down till I’ve come up with more chapter content

Warning: this is a Tom Holland mixed with Bat fam And my friend pointed out to me how I flipped an endgame reference

Y/N POV

I flew further into the heavens faster than my wings have ever taken me.  Everything was so calm, no tension in the air. Heaven never looked so beautiful - the mix of the red, black and white colours all together, all the demons and angels mixing together. The children with black and white wings. Some with hallows, some with horns, some with none, some with both. It was everything you could ever ask for. There was no more pain and no chaos unless it was called for.

"Love, the ceremony is going to start." Your soon to be husband, Tom, grabbed your hand. He kissed your black engagement ring.

"Euphoria looked beautiful from up here. Tom, I never stopped and looked at it." After the merger of Heaven and Hell, Tom and I renamed it. It was our home. Our kingdom.

"It really does, love. We can look at it for however long we want after our honeymoon."

"Aren't you not supposed to see me on our wedding day?"

"I don't believe in that mundane myth, love."  He pulled me closer to his chest wrapping his arms around me.

"Well I do."

"Okay, love. I will see you down the aisle when you officially become my queen."  He kissed my cheek slowly flying down to get ready for our wedding and coronation.

"I was always your queen Tommy." 

"You know it, Darling."  The ground around us started to shake. Everywhere around us was shaking, including the sky.

"Tom, Tom what's happening." He looked hurt. He wasn't telling me something.

"Tommy, tell me, please!" He came closer to me  putting his chin on my head.

"We're dying Y/N."

"W-what?"

"We're dying, love, it's the prophecy; a royal angel and the king of Hell will be mated together; if pulled apart, they will die. We aren't together physically and it's killing us."

"Then how are you here? Am I dreaming?"

"I thought that too, but I think maybe it's our souls trying to be together one last time."

"I don't want to die, Tommy."

"I don't either, Y/N."

"Stay with me...till we go." My voice cracked as my tears spilled onto his shirt, as the world around us shook violently, everything falling apart.

"Always."

No POV

Both families rushed to prepare the sick love birds. Alfred had dressed Y/N in a simple white dress. Her wings were down to its last row of feathers, her bones displayed right under them.

Harrison put Tom in a black shirt and a pair of jeans.  He looked as if he was already dead, his bones prominent, his face pale. He was not a king, but a corpse.

Both were taken to their respective portals, each meeting in the living room of where they found the lovers first.

"What do we do now?" Bruce asked. "They're here." He's never seen anyone look so dead. Let alone his own daughter.

"It looks like it's too late," Jason said, taking a step towards them.  Nikki held her hand out, keeping him from coming any closer.

"You have to back away from them. The power that might be released if we are too late can wipe out the earth. We need to bind them. Draw a circle of heavenly fire and Hell's light and put candles around it."

Sam, Tom's younger brother, came along to help. He grabbed a piece of chalk from the woman's hand and drew half a circle. He then began drawing the symbols. he grabbed the other chalk, connecting the two. When the symbols were finished, the floor beneath the pair slightly glowed. Everyone took a far step back.

Tom and Y/N did nothing as the circle glowed more intensely. Then suddenly, it stopped glowing. The room was silent. Dick and Jason fell to their knees

"Y/N." They muttered.

Harry and Harrison were consoling Nikki.

"It was supposed to work!" Bruce yells out at the crying mother.  "It was supposed to work."

His voice quivered as he slowly slid down the wall behind him. The remaining boys comforted the others.

They lost.

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[arrow-of-a-quiver]

Gender is only a vessel

Arrow knew his face from a while ago. Those two brothers and their weird friend that had saved their brother from being killed. The group that saved him seemed to be so close knit, so why was the weird friend standing alone in front of a building that Arrow only knew for the singular shop inside? They approached the dark haired man carefully before tapping him on the shoulder. The man turned around to see them and smiled nervously.

‘Hello there, Arrow,’ He said, looking at them.

‘Hey… I’m sorry I can’t remember your name. What are you doing here?’ They asked, pushing their blue hair out of their eyes.

‘My name is Castiel. And, I don’t know. I don’t know why I am here,’ He replied, sounding almost scared.

‘First off, can I call you Cas? Castiel is a bit lengthy,’ Arrow waited for his nod of approval before continuing, ‘Well, come in with me. I was just heading into here anyway. You might be able to find why you’re here.’ They took Castiel’s hand, and were surprised when he walked in with them. The shop was a gender neutral boutique, full of clothes that were genderless. The store was frequented by people who didn’t feel comfortable shopping in huge centres; in places that would be separated into sections for the binary. Cas looked around, browsing all of the clothes on display. Arrow saw his gaze landing on a loose white shirt, that was buttoned at the back with floaty sleeves.

‘You should try it on Cas. It would suit you,’ Arrow said, ‘No one judges here, trust me. I’ve been coming here for the past year to buy my clothes.’

‘I will… I-I’m just nervous. I’ve never seen myself in that kind of shirt,’ Cas looked curiously at it, almost puppy-like, which made Arrow giggle. They pointed to a simple black jumpsuit with spaghetti straps and flared legs, grinning.

‘Those would go well with it. We can see if we can find your size. What do you have to lose?’ Arrow asked. Cas nodded and walked over with them to grab the items in his size, whilst Arrow rushed to grab a plaid shirt and some boy cut jeans for themself. They rushed Cas to the change rooms, and went into the one next to his, pulling on the shirt, and the jeans. They caught sight of themselves in the mirror and smiled when they saw the flat chest underneath their shirt.

‘Cas, are you ready?’ Arrow asked into the next change room.

‘Yeah, I just need a bit of help,’ Castiel replied, ‘do you mind?’

‘Of course not, just come out,’ Arrow replied, coming out to see Cas looking really nice in the outfit. They saw the lines of the clothing fitting his figure perfectly, except for the trouble with the button at the back. Arrow quickly fastened it, and brushed down the sleeves of the shirt.

‘You look amazing! You really should get this!’ Arrow exclaimed, ‘I found what I came for, and I’ve just gotta get a couple things for me and finish up your look, so we can go. Get changed and see if there is anything else you want to try on.’ Both grinned at each other before and putting on their original clothes. Cas felt nearly dismayed at the idea of putting on his trench coat again, but still shrugged it onto his shoulders. He came out of the change room, and saw Arrow browsing around looking for binders and boxers. Cas caught up to them, and smiled.

‘W-what do you want to finish up my look? You… You said you had ideas,’ Cas smiled softly, trying to get a grip on his voice.

‘I have lots, starting with shoes. What size are you?’ Arrow smirked. They had eyes on a pair of small heels with roman straps that would look really nice with the outfit Cas was going to buy.

‘I don’t know, my feet look a little bigger that yours. So maybe a size up from you?’ Cas suggested.

‘Okay. Try these on,’ Arrow went to grab the shoes, and helped Cas into them. Cas stood on them with ease, and was able to walk around very easily. Arrow was surprised with his steady walking, and smiled.

‘Okay, then one more thing,’ Arrow ran to pick up a dainty necklace and ran back to hand it to Castiel. It had a little pendant with angel wings on it.

‘I remembered. My brother, he told me about you. He told me about the angel who protected him from a hellhound,’ they smiled and clipped it around his neck.

‘It’s… It’s perfect, Arrow. I didn’t realise he saw my wings, I always keep them hidden. Thank you,’ Cas replied, ‘Let me pay for it.’

‘Absolutely not. I owe you a thanks for saving my brother. He’s pretty much all I’ve got, considering my parents are working all the time,’ they replied, ‘Plus this was fun, I enjoyed helping you out.’ Arrow picked up the clothes from both of them and went off to pay. Castiel followed them, and continued to give his thanks.

‘I let you pay for my clothes, so I’m paying for ice cream,’ Cas said, ‘if you wanna go that is?’

‘I would never turn down free ice cream. And I would love to grab ice cream with you,’ Arrow smiled, before they both made a beeline for the dessert parlour across the street.

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[welcome-my-sunflower-blog]

heliotropism (prologue 2)

☼ Pairing: Stray Kids x fem!Reader (possible 9 routes)

☼ Genre: angel au!, romance, mystery

☼ Warning: some violence, possible trigger warnings (?)

☼ Word Count: 6.4k

☼ PART ONE| PART THREE

☼ Summary:

You finally got into the angel academy to keep a promise you had to uphold no matter what - however with your dyed and uneven wings, tough demeanor, and broken soul, you find yourself in the lowest of color ranks and surrounded by angels that can’t seem to leave you alone. One day out of the blue, you find a letter with your name on it and discover that someone knows the reasons why the real color of your wings aren’t like everyone else’s. And in order to uncover the truths about yourself, you have to find the person writing the letters; even if it means discovering things that could risk your life.

☼ Author’s note: let me know how you guys liked this update! there is ONE more part until we jump right into the first route (which will be unknown until it gets posted~)! there are two more stray kids you guys haven’t encountered yet so they’ll appear in the final part of the prologue! any pictures, gifs and vectors used in this story do not belong to me and all credits belong to their rightful owners as usual! thank you again for the supports and likes! please leave a comment if you would like and i’m always open for questions! have fun reading!

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 “Ouch!” A painful cry left your mouth when you jerked back after Hyunjin literally shoved the frozen peas in your face. Your eyes stung with tears as you glared at the golden-winged boy whose face was immediately washed over with guilt. What a way to be delicate.

 “If I didn't know better, I would’ve thought you were trying to break my nose. So is hazing the black card newbie a thing now?” You hissed in annoyance as you gently pressed the icy coolness onto your bandaged nose. Jisung had left you with Hyunjin to go fetch someone who knew how to heal while the latter tried his best to stop the bleeding and bandage it until someone who knew what they were actually doing arrived; Hyunjin knew a thing or two about first aid, however he wasn’t exactly the best at healing.

 “Look, I didn't mean to, okay? You just happened to be there at the wrong place and time.” He muttered before running his fingers through his dark brown hair while avoiding your eyes. You just rolled your eyes at his attempt to reassure you before observing his appearance. How was an angel this pretty? Hyunjin had these rose-tinted lips that were smoother than velvet and his skin was literally a flawless canvas of pureness.

 The only thing that was awkward about him was the fact that his wings were as big as he was tall; if he could spread them out, they would make up the length of your whole body. His wings were just a huge bundle of pure goldness, which matched his appearance; you used to associate gold-colored wings with royalty, however from the time you spent on the other side of the wall, it didn't matter what color wings you had. If you were a civilian angel, you were more well off than the troubled angels who had no family, no friends and relied solely on the group of angels they stayed with; and if you weren’t either, you were a soldier angel whose purpose was to only train, fight and defend heaven from fallens.

Within these walls, the only thing that mattered was the color of your call card; and the two of you were at the bottom of the food chain.

 “What?” Hyunjin noticed you became quiet and slightly turned his head to see that you were eyeing his awkwardly folded in wings. “You got a problem?”

 “No. If you need space, just say so.” You immediately turned your attention elsewhere that wasn’t on Hyunjin and gently massaged the frozen peas against your inflamed nose. He shifted uncomfortably on the chair since his wings took up most of the space and felt them start to cramp up. When he tried to wiggle around so that he could relieve the tension in his wings, his left one straightened out before he could stop it and it knocked down the lamp that was already on your nightstand.

 The both of you just stared at the shattered lamp and kind of gaped when Hyunjin sheepishly and embarrassingly folded in his wing again only to almost smack you. You yelped and dodged it before you got knocked onto the ground. He immediately apologized and grabbed onto his left wing with bright red cheeks as he glared at it.

 “I don't...have the best control with my wings since they’re so big.”

 “...Explains why you’re a Red. Did you fly into a wall or something?” You painfully huffed in annoyance as you shifted your body on your bed to keep a good distance between the two of you. “You’re gonna be explaining that to Seungmin by the way and getting me a new lamp.”

 “...” His silence pretty much answered your question; you covered your mouth when a part of you found it hilarious. As soon as your mind started giving you images of this tall angel with his huge wings hitting a wall, you kind of snorted as you giggled to yourself. Hyunjin obviously heard this and turned to you with wide eyes of disbelief; were you… laughing? And at him?!

 “S-Stop laughing! It’s not funny…”

 “I knew a guy whose wings used to always hit him out of nowhere. He was trying to flirt with this girl once and ended up knocking himself out before getting her number.” You couldn’t help but laugh loudly as Hyunjin just growled in embarrassment as his whole ears burned hot.

 “Ugh...this is the worse.” He just lowered his head and buried his face into his hands while you were trying to contain your laughter. “Now I’m gonna get known as the guy who tried to haze the black card girl and broke her nose…”

 “If it makes you feel better… I’ll just say I let you and I don't really care.” You shrugged it off and he just sighed even louder as if that was any better. “Don't beat yourself up over it. If anything, at least now we know your wings are better at something else than at control.”

 “What?” Hyunjin looked up at you in confusion and you felt the urge to fix his bangs because they were honestly really messed up; plus it really made him kind of more good-looking as if he wasn’t already and you were getting slightly pissed that he was just so pretty (definitely not because you thought he looked kind of smexy with that look or anything).

 “Your wings are pretty strong. I’m guessing you did better in air resistance than flight. You can probably dive better than you can fly.”

 “...Are you an angel profiler or something? How do you know this?” Hyunjin didn't say directly you were somewhat right since in his evaluation the evaluators said his big wings were a good advantage for strength-based courses.

 “I was a teacher.”

 “For real…?”

 “Heck no. Can you see me trying to teach someone?” You chuckled slightly when he rolled his eyes at you; but when you said that, Hyunjin didn't ignore that split second of embers sparking in your eyes. Maybe he could figure you out after all; you weren’t as bad as he imagined in the beginning. That didn't mean that you weren’t difficult to understand though - you were still definitely hiding something.

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 “Knock, knock… everyone still decent-I mean breathing?” Jisung knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response as the two of you glowered at him for his joke. He chuckled sheepishly and apologized for it. Following him was a slightly shorter boy who wore a sleeveless shirt that exposed his defined arm muscles; he had these darkey gray wings that matched his dark appearance with the all-black outfit.

 “You hit a girl?” The black-haired angel stared at Hyunjin who just groaned loudly at the fact that he had to keep explaining to people that it was an accident.

 “I did no- just heal her! It was an accident! I have freakishly big wings and these doorways are too small.”

 “He’s not wrong.” Jisung commented, earning a well-deserved glare from Hyunjin who stood up to drag his roommate back to their room. “W-Wait, what about Y/N-”

 “You brought a healer. He’ll heal her. She’ll be fine!”

 “Did you even apologiz-”

 “I did!”

 “He didn't.” You joked, knowing that Hyunjin did somewhat apologize even though it wasn’t straightforward, but it was decent enough. The gold-winged boy didn't even turn to retort back as his ears continued to burn crimson. Once the two were gone and the door closed behind them, the healer Jisung brought back took a seat in the chair Hyunjin was sitting in.

 “Let me see how bad it is.”

 “Are you really a healer? Or did that loud guy just randomly pull someone from the hallway and called you a healer?” You leaned back in suspicion when the black-haired angel tried to reach forward in order to take the frozen peas; you met too many strange guys all in one day so of course you were cautious of any more addition to that mix.

 “I’m a healer, but that’s not my name.”

 “I didn't ask-”

 “It’s Changbin.” He ignored your retort and before you could even say anything, he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him. Yelping in surprise, your eyes widened and your wings reacted to it by trying to defend you from the source but was stopped by Changbin’s hands. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” You tensed up when he looked at you in the eyes with his weirdly alluring ones. As if you were stuck in a trance, you let Changbin examine your nose without putting up a fight as much as you did with Hyunjin.

 Your breath hitched when his face got closer to yours, trying to see what the damage was before deciding how strong of a healing spell he needed to use. Your eyes wandered to his face and you couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell did these guys have better skin than you did. While you were trying to solve the mystery of smooth, poreless skin, Changbin took notice of you focusing very intensely on his face and couldn’t help but crack a smile at how cute it was; he had his fair shares with girls here and there, however you were an oddball and it wasn’t because you were a black card or that your wings were strangely attractive.

 “Good news, I can fix it.”

 “Oh, great. I was hoping you would.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and pulled away without letting you know that he caught you checking his face out.

 “Bad news, it might leave you with a little change in your nose.”

 “...As long as I can smell...then that’s fine?” You tilted your head in confusion at what he meant and Changbin wondered where the heck this cuteness from you was spilling out from; you had a tough exterior no doubt about that and from what he heard, you were hard to approach, however the girl in front of him was nothing like what people were telling him. You were more sassy though, but he wasn’t complaining one bit.

“It’s just a simple healing spell. I’m just speeding up the healing process and it’ll leave a small detail but you’ll still have your pretty little face. I could heal your nose without the small detail, but I’m not wasting my energy on the minor fracture you have.” Changbin started healing your nose as you sat there unable to process what he just said; it sounded like he complimented you, but at the same time insulted you and you were just plain confused of what it was. “Alright, you’re done.”

 You wiggled your nose cutely and he slightly inhaled sharply as you touched your nose and flared your nostrils in a silly way; yup, it seemed and felt like your normal nose minus all that inflammation and pain from before.

 “Thanks. I guess I know who to go to the next time I need a nose job.”

 “No. I’m not a plastic surgeon, Mousey. Anyways, if you don't need anything else, I’m leaving.” Changbin was about to get up when you stopped him.

 “My name isn’t Mousey… I got a name you know.”

 “I know.” He slightly cracked as smile and turned to leave the room while you sat there, suddenly remembering something that Minho told you earlier.

 “...Isn’t Changbin one of the dudes that’s tutoring me?” You blinked in confusion and frowned. “...What did he say about him again? … Oh well. They’re all weird so what’s the point.”

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 *Knock knock*

 Who in the-

 “It’s me! Are you decent??”

 Oh god, no. Not this one.

 You didn't even bother pulling the covers off your body when you were hiding under them as the door opened; it didn't occur to you that the stupid lock on that door knob was broken so you made sure to make a mental note for Seungmin if you saw him later. What made even less sense is why this boy was just entering other people’s rooms without asking, especially yours!

 “Oh, is this a bad time?” Jisung froze when he saw a big lump under the covers on your bed and noticed that the whole room was dark.

 “Look, if you’re hoping to one day walk in while I’m naked or not decent then you’re an idiot.” You pulled the covers off your head and glared at him as you were snuggled all comfortable in your bed; all you wanted was peace and quiet from the long day you had. Was that really too much to ask for?

 “Haha, I’m not that desperate,” the blonde-haired angel grinned and turned on your light since it was hard to see your face, making you groan loudly. “-oops.”

 “I’m this close from banning you from my room, which you shouldn’t even be in without my verbal consent.” You hissed and sat up with your bed hair sticking out everywhere. “What do you want, blondie?”

 “It’s Jisung,” he continued to smile despite detecting some hostility coming from you. “-I was wondering if you wanted to join Hyunjin and I for dinner. They’re having a welcoming party in the dining room. There’s free food!”

 As soon as you heard ‘free’ and ‘food’, you immediately threw the white comforter off your body, revealing your sleep wear to Jisung who immediately suddenly forgot to breathe; you were wearing sleeping shorts that were barely visible from the oversized t-shirt you were wearing and whenever you bent down to pick up your discarded socks from earlier to wear, he felt like he was having some sort of heart attack. When you turned to him, Jisung’s face immediately lit up like a christmas light and he quickly shielded his embarrassment with his pale gold and gray-speckled wings.

 “Uh, you good?” You blinked in confusion as you slid on your slippers.

 “J-Just d-dandy...r-ready?”

 “Yeah… You first?”

 Jisung nodded rapidly and turned to hurry out of your room while you followed behind him. Since you were hoping you didn't have to socialize with anyone, you brought your earbuds with you so that you could focus on the free amenities and take your mind off any unwanted stares. Jisung usually would talk his head off whenever he was with someone, however he couldn’t even bring himself to look at you - it didn't feel right for him to stare at you and he felt like if he even glanced at all, his eyes would immediately stare at your legs. He mentally scolded himself for being such a guy and just hoped he found Hyunjin first to distract himself.

 When you two reached the dining hall, Jisung immediately lost sight of you as you disappeared into the crowd towards the buffet tables. He let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to Hyunjin who was talking with Seungmin about something about his schedule. Jisung grabbed Hyunjin’s arm, startling the two angels in mid-conversation, and just groaned loudly.

 “What the heck is wrong with you?” His roommate frowned at his bizarre behavior.

 “S-Shorts…”

 “What?” Seungmin blinked in confusion as he and Hyunjin looked at one another with weird expressions on their faces.

 “S-She’s...wearing shorts…” Jisung blushed again when he thought about it and sighed. “UGH! Why do I have to be such a guy!?”

 “... Please tell me you didn't just barge into Y/N’s room again…” Hyunjin sighed and pulled his arm away from his roommate. “Seungmin, you really gotta get her a new lock. It’s broken or something.”

 “Oh yeah! That’s what I forgot to tell her… Alright, I’ll take care of it.” The RA nodded and turned to Jisung. “Wait, you saw her in shorts?”

 “Guys, that’s not the point here.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes before noticing you piling up your plate with almost every food choice at the buffet. He didn't seem to understand completely what Jisung meant until he saw your bare legs and barely noticeable presence of your shorts. His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the amount of exposed skin you were walking around with and Seungmin noticed his expression before turning to where you were.

 “Oh… shorts.”

 “That idiot…!” Hyunjin hissed and before he could think, he reacted and stomped up to you as you were reaching for a creme brulee. “You-!” When he grabbed your wrist, your first response was to fight and you slammed your wings against him, sending the poor boy backwards.

 “What the-” You blinked when you turned to see a groaning Hyunjin pushing himself off the floor. “Why’re you just grabbing me out of nowhere? I don't like people touching me.”

 “Trust me, I know,” Hyunjin growled in annoyance as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, leaving him in a plain, white t-shirt. You were about to resist when he wrapped his arms around your waist to tie the flannel around you, but then realized the indecent stares you were getting from some of the dude angels in the room. Some of the girls just kind of laughed at you or gave you dirty stares and it didn't occur to you that it was because of your attire before Hyunjin started scolding you. “-why would you leave your room looking like this?! It looks like you’re not wearing pants on!”

 “I’m wearing shor-”

 “They’re not even noticeable!” He hissed and ran his fingers through his dark hair before giving you one last examine; it was better, but your outfit was still pretty scandalous. Hyunjin also mentally hated the fact that you actually looked good that like with his flannel, but it’s not like he’ll admit it.

 “...Sorry. I guess I’ll go back.” Your shoulders sulked, thinking about the amount of free food you still could’ve gotten and Hyunjin started to regret yelling at you; why did you suddenly look like a puppy with that expression?!

 “Ugh… it’s fine. Just stay close. You want this, right?” Hyunjin started shielding you away from the other angels with his broad wings as he got you a creme brulee. Once you got what you needed, he walked you back to Jisung and Seungmin when they found a table to sit at. As soon as you sat down, you dug in and didn't mind that they were just watching you in either disbelief or amusement.

 “Seungmin.” A voice called out to the RA and it caught the attention of Hyunjin and Jisung as well, because they immediately tensed up.

 “Chan,” Seungmin greeted the Captain of the Bronze-Red ranks and so did the two freshmen. “-what brings you here?”

 “I was passing by and thought I’d check on our girl.” The pale-blonde haired angel observed as you were listening to music through your earbuds while cutting up a piece of turkey. “She seems good. How is she fitting in?”

 “Hyunjin broke her nose, sir.” Jisung blurted out and his roommate glared at him.

 “I-It was an accident…” Hyunjin muttered to Chan surprise.

 “Looks like someone healed it up nicely though. I didn't know you healed that well Seungmin. And I’m assuming you two don't have that many experience with healing either.”

 “It was Lieutenant Changbin who healed her, sir.” Jisung could feel his back tensed up from straightening it too much as he replied curtly.

 “Relax, kids. Just enjoy yourselves. But yes, that makes sense. So it sounds like Y/N had one heck of a welcoming, huh?” Chan chuckled softly as you started bobbing your head to the EDM music. He then glanced at your wings and then remembered what he actually went there for. “Right… I need Y/N to come with me, Seungmin.”

 “What’s up?” The RA frowned at the sudden seriousness in his friend’s voice.

 “It’s time to dye her wings. Classes start soon and the Council won’t let her attend with those wings.”

 “That really sucks…” Hyunjin muttered without thinking and Jisung elbowed him with wide eyes. His own eyes widened and he immediately apologized to Chan who just smiled.

 “It is. I agree. But Y/N agreed to it so we will eventually have to do it.”

 “Can you let her finish eating first, sir?” Jisung asked and Chan nodded before looking around the dining room. “Let me know when she’s done. I’ll come back after I talk to some of the freshmen who’ll be in my self-defense class.”

 “Will it hurt…?” Hyunjin turned to Seungmin who just shrugged with his own concerned expression. None of them had dyed their wings before so no one really knew.

 “I guess...it depends on the angel. Maybe it’s nothing. Just like spray painting.” The RA reassured the two of them and was then called away by another angel with a question about the dorms.

 Jisung and Hyunjin waited until you finished your food before telling you about what was going to happen.

 “That door knob better be fixed by the time I get back.” You muttered and wiped your mouth before taking another sip from your water.

 “You’re not worried?” Jisung looked at you in confusion as you just shrugged nonchalantly. It didn't really matter to you what you felt or not; yes you wanted to keep your wings the way they were, but at the same time you wanted to stay in the academy. If this is what made the Council board satisfied then so be it - it’s not like you had a choice in the matter.

 “She’s done?” Chan returned after seeing that you were talking to Jisung and Hyunjin.

 “Another one…” You sighed when another angel you didn't even know showed up; how many more of them were you going to have to socialize with??

 “Huh?” Chan blinked in confusion and Hyunjin shook his head.

 “She’s ready.”

 “Who said you could talk for me…” You looked up at him with a frown and the dark-haired angel just sighed and placed a hand on top of your head. “Hey-”

 “Don't be scared, okay?”

 “But I’m not-”

 “We’ll be here waiting for you.” Jisung nodded and you were so confused about why they were suddenly getting sentimental when you literally had just met them not even ten hours ago.

 “I’m not going to war or anything…” You muttered and stood up from your chair to face Chan who just gave you a friendly smile; okay, he had to be the most suspicious angel you came across that day. His smile was hiding a lot behind it and you knew from experience what those kind of smiles looked like. “Your lead, I guess.”

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 “I’m Chan, by the way. I’m in charge of the Bronze-Red units. But I’m also one of the Captains you report to besides Woojin.” The white and gold-speckled winged angel introduced himself as the two of you left the Red dorm and walked to the intersection where all four dorms met. There was a huge water fountain that was lit in the center with a goddess angel statue at the top; there were colorful lights coming from the water and it was mesmerizing to you the closer you two walked to it.

 “Can’t I just report to Woojin? Why do I have to report to two Captains?” You questioned as you leaned over to stare into the color-changing water. Chan watched you in amusement as your eyes were glossed over with curiosity, something that he didn't think you were capable of after seeing you for the first time.

 “Woojin is Captain of the Gold-Silver unit and is also a Division leader so he tends to get really busy. If you need to talk to him, you’d have to make an appointment with Minho, his Lieutenant. However with me you can come see me anytime since you’re in my division technically. You’ll be taking Red-level classes and I teach some of them.”

 “You’re not a Division Leader? Wait, what is a Division anyways?” You looked up from the water and noticed that Chan was sitting down on the edge of the fountain; the way the color-changing lights lit up his wings from behind made him look ethereal… in a way. Chan definitely had some insane good looks and with the black leather jacket adorning his shoulders and ripped jeans, he would’ve definitely been your ideal type if you were actually looking for a relationship.

 “Not yet anyways,” the blonde Captain chuckled under his breath as you slowly took a seat near him; but with just enough space in between you and him. “-a Division leader is in charge of commanding the soldier angels that are qualified to go into battle. Woojin sometimes goes with him when he is needed to and he goes to a bunch of meetings with other Division leaders to discuss strategy plans. He’s in charge of the division that fights front and center so his job is pretty important. I joined a year later than he did, but I’m applying to be one in the next cycle. I just need to do the exam and trials and go from there.”

 “... Sounds like a tough job… He must work hard.” Memories started flashing before your eyes as you thought about how many soldier angels the academy had; however, it wasn’t enough to reach to the places that needed their help the most or… if they could actually reach those places. “How far can they fly out from the wall?”

 “I’m not sure exactly. But probably as far as they need to where the fight is.” Chan’s smile faded slightly when he turned to see the grim expression on your face; it looked like you were in some sort of pain as your eyes had this distant look in them. He turned his body towards you enough so that he could fully observe your face.

 “I wish that were actually true…” You whispered softly under your breath and tightened your fists together before tapping out of those horrible memories that suddenly resurfaced again. Shaking your head, you sighed heavily and your expressions became neutral again as if they weren’t filled with emotions before.

 Chan heard this, clear as day, however he didn't want to question it - you looked like you were still struggling a bit to handle the outcomes of whatever it is that occupied your thoughts. He knew that the board was waiting and ready to meet the black-card angel that was shaking the angel norm, but you clearly weren’t. If he had a choice, Chan wouldn’t have taken you from that dining room; if he had the voice to present another option, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. But Chan was just another soldier to the Council and his voice wouldn’t really matter to them.

 “How about we stay here for another five minutes and go?” He suggested and you glanced at him to see a softer smile than the suspicious one from before. You just nodded and crossed your legs before turning your body towards the water in the fountain. Chan couldn’t stop staring at the colors swirling in your eyes and how intrigued they were; it was like you had drifted off away somewhere far and calming. He started to wonder if those colors reflected in your eyes would someday be real emotions.

 Five minutes passed and Chan led you back to where orientation was held at. The room was different from how you remembered it and there was a balcony above you where a row of dark-cloaked angels waited impatiently. You then saw an examination bed in the center of the room that looked like it belonged in a doctors office and a bright spotlight hovering above it; definitely not suspicious at all. There was a female angel with long galaxy-blue hair standing next to what you could assume was the dye-machine and her double sleeve tattoos were kind of intimidating.

 “They’re not happy, Chan.” She placed her hands on her hips with an arched brow that made him sigh before looking at you. “Hurry up and get your ass over here, black-card. As much as everyone is anxious about meeting you, they’re quite upset that you took your time getting here.

 “It’s not her fault.” The blonde Captain tried to defend you, but Woojin, who was standing on the side near him, placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. Woojin shook his head and Chan gave you an apologetic look before joining him in the line formation where Minho and Changbin stood as well; Minho just gave you a reassuring smile even though it looked forced and Changbin had a neutral expression plastered on his face.

 You just gave them a forced half-smile and approached the exam bed and the female angel gestured you to get on it. With the bright light, you could barely see anything around you; the council board watching from the balcony were blurred out and you had to squint in order to see the guys you met earlier that day.

 “Take off your shirt.”

 “No.” You immediately scowled when you were told to strip in front of a bunch of people and the angel glowered at you angrily before crossing her arms.

 “Do it or I’ll rip it off myself.”

 “I said no.”

 Before the angel could approach you and possibly knock the shit out of you, Woojin’s voice stopped her.

 “Hyerin, it’s just a shirt. Let her keep it on.”

 “I’m just doing my job.” Hyerin growled through gritted teeth as she turned to glare at the dark-haired Captain who just gave her a stern stare that said he wasn’t afraid to pick a fight with her if he wanted to. She huffed in annoyance and looked up at the balcony to see someone from the council motion for her to continue.

 “You’re a lucky one, aren’t you?” Hyerin muttered under her breath as she prepped your dyed wings for the new dye that was already prepared. You flinched when she used too much force rubbing the prep into your feathers, accidentally (or purposefully) pulling out some feathers. With a hiss, your wings reacted violently to the pain and almost hit her if she hadn’t dodged in time. “You-!”

 “You yanked some of my feathers out. Don't be surprised if I accidentally hit you. My wings have a mind of their own.”

 “If you weren’t being protected by Woojin and Chan like a weak and pathetic damsel-in-distress, I’d have defeathered you in a heartbeat.” She forced you roughly onto your stomach and put a spell on your wings so that they stayed still during the process. With an annoyed grunt, you let her cuff your hands and ankles down so that your body didn't move and you just hoped that this was going to be quick and over with.

 The loud sound of the dye-machine flooded out any of your doom-impending thoughts and at first you felt a prick against your wings which was tolerable until the burning kicked in. Detecting trouble and danger, your wings violently tried to get free from the spell casted on them, but the most they could move was a flinch. You let out a sudden scream of pain when the burning got worse and worse; it felt like someone was slowly pouring wax all over the flesh of your wings and the fact that you couldn’t move made that anxiety worse.

 You gritted down on your teeth as hard as you could to keep in the roaring screams that wanted to rip through your lips but the agonizing pain was really testing your endurance. Chan could only dig his nails into his palms as he tore his attention away from you; he couldn’t watch this. Changbin was also looking away from the horrible scene as well and even though he could handle things like this, hearing your voice and your cries really plunged a nail right through his chest.

 Minho was frozen as the blood drained from his face as he watched blood drip onto the floor from your wings as some of the feathers just fell off your wings from the stress they were going through; they left fresh wounds that continued to bleed and the blood seemed to run down, tainting your wings. The silver color being sprayed onto your wings looked like it wasn’t settling in well because the vibrant colors under the silver were too pigmented; which only meant that this process required multiple coats.

Meanwhile, Woojin kept a straight face because it wasn’t his first time watching someone get their wings dyed; however that first time was his last time ever wanting to take part in witnessing a horrific process like that. He didn't know why he came instead of sitting at his desk to finish up paperworks; when Minho announced that he was going to leave with Changbin to go watch, Woojin found himself unable to sit still in his chair and followed after them.

 “I...shouldn’t have brought her here…” Chan’s voice cracked softly as he continued to hear your whimpers and yelps. He tightened his fists and turned to leave when Woojin grabbed his arm.

 “You can’t leave, Chan… It’s disrespectful towards the council. We all have to stay until the end unless we want to be punished.” Even though he was only looking after his friend, Chan didn't see it that way. He turned to glare at Woojin and yanked his arm away roughly, alarming Minho and Changbin who were ready to get in between them if things went south.

 “Fuck them. I’m not doing this; this is torture. Y/N did nothing to deserve this... I can handle whatever it is that they’ll give me.” The blonde Captain growled and other angels whispered to one another as he yanked open the tall, oak doors and slammed them shut.

 Hyerin heard the slam and paused to see Chan missing from his spot in the line formation before hearing one of the council members yell at her to finish. Once it was all over, you were basically half-conscious; you barely had any energy in you to even get off the bed when the spell and cuffs were taken off your body. As if they were lifeless, your wings dropped to your sides and blood just streamed to the ground as the bright silver dye settled into your feathers.

 A healer was about to approach you to close up those wounds, however Changbin shoved them away with a hard glare before telling them to get lost. Minho broke out from line formation as well when it was safe for them to move around and grabbed a large blanket from the hands of a lower-level angel. He and Woojin held either corner of the blanket over you while Changbin ducked in to heal your wounds.

 “Is she alive?” One of the council members leaned forward with a squint as his depleting vision started to fail him.

 “Yes, sir.” Woojin replied as Minho just gritted his teeth, not knowing what he could say if he wasn’t careful.

 “I think Councilman Kwon meant if she is conscious enough to answer our questions.” A fairly-young Councilwoman shook her head at the old man who was having trouble seeing well and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

 “That’s not a good idea, Councilman Ahn.” Changbin finished healing your wounds and motioned for the blanket to be wrapped around your body as he stared up at the woman. “Y/N has passed out and is unable to answer any questions at the moment. It is best to let her rest for a couple days. Her condition isn’t well.”

 “Nobody is well after getting their wings dyed, Lieutenant Seo,” she chuckled and shrugged. “-that’s unfortunate to us since we were so curious about our new little black-card. We’ll call in on another day for questioning then.”

 Changbin motioned Minho to carry you off the exam bed before approaching Woojin once he noticed most of the Council leaving the room.

 “I’m gonna see if I can get something that’ll help with the fever she’s having.” The dark-haired Lieutenant muttered under his breath and Woojin just nodded.

 “Minho, take her back to her dorm and let Seungmin know what happened.” The Captain sighed and the brown-haired angel nodded before leaving with you in his arms.

 “What’re you gonna do?” Changbin asked as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets with a frown.

 “I’m gonna try to convince the Council to be lenient on Chan.”

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 “I’m… still awake…” You breathed out painfully as your face was pressed into Minho’s shoulders; your wings felt like sacks of rocks attached to your back and you didn't even know if you even had feeling in them anymore. “And… I told you.. I didn't like to be touched...didn't I?”

 “It’s better if the Council doesn’t know that. You need rest right now and that should be your priority. Not talking to a bunch of assholes.” Minho sighed at your stubbornness but couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you still had some fight in you. “Look it can’t be help, okay? Are you going to walk home with your wings in this condition? You can barely even lift them up.”

 “I’ve had my shares with assholes… You know what I mean.” You wanted to make an annoyed expression but literally all you wanted to do was close your eyes and not wake up; unless it was for free things. “I’m heavy, aren’t I? My wings...feel like bags of rocks.”

 “Yeah, it feels like that.” He nodded, earning a weak glare from you as you opened your eyes to shoot glare daggers at him if you could. “I’ve carried a bunch of other angels before and you’re the only one giving me a real workout right now. Look I’m sweating!”

 “Put. Me. Down. Now.”

 “Haha, I’m just kid-whoa you can still move?! H-Hold on-”

 “How about we find out if I can still move or not?!” You tried to smack his face as best as you could, but with your strength reduced to only three percent it looked like you were patting his face instead of trying to hurt it. Minho could easily dodge it but he decided to just give you the win and endured it as you ‘patted’ his cheek. “Just wait until I get my strength back, I’m going to knock you back down to ear-”

 “What the fuck…?”

 Minho stopped moving and you felt him tense up before trying to turn your attention to the ablazed building in front of the Red dorm.

 “That building-”

 “It’s the Silver dorm.”

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[to be continued in prologue; part three]

|Angel Index;| just some extra information/fun facts~

Common angel wing colors: white, gray, gold

Common angel wing patterns: speckled, faded/ombred, solid, mixed

Where Stray Kids are staying:

Red dorm

2nd floor: Seungmin 

3rd floor: Hyunjin and Jisung

Silver dorm

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Bronze dorm

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Gold dorm

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Captain/Lieutenant housing

1st floor: Chan, Woojin

2nd floor: MInho, Changbin

|Your to-do list;| for funsies~

check out your pager

look through the freshmen packet (pft, maybe if you get bored that is)

find something to decorate your dorm keys

get a calendar to mark important dates (such as the end-cycle trial, flying lessons, assignments, etc)

explore? (depending on your mood)

|Amenities on campus| 

Coffee shop/Cafe (of course angels too need their caffeine~)

Gym (also has a swimming pool, but like... do they really need to swim?)

A bunch of restaurants

Arcade

Clothing stores

PC room

A park

Flying/diving field (think of it like you average football field but with cliffs and hills and fun abysses)

Simulation room (provides simulations where you can fight fallen angels or save humans! but some angels use it as a movie theatre LOL)

A huge ass building for classes and has a really nice library with very, very tall ceilings and bookshelves

|To-do list is still the same as last time! No update there!|

|will be updated throughout the story (if i remember ^^;)|

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Title: The Magic Song Series: KiriBakuWeek2019 Show: Boku no Hero Academia Pairing: Kirishima/Bakugou Summary:  Cinderella AU | Eirijou works as a servant at the royal castle and one day his hair turned red. That screams for stupid ideas. A/N: Collection of works for KiriBakuWeek 2019. First time writing KiriBaku, they deserve so much love. Ha.

You can read chapter 2 on AO3 if you want to! :)

In record time, Eijirou thought he never ran this fast, he sprinted down the small space between the barracks and the castle walls, shot through the next door inside the east wing and ran towards the servants' sleeping chambers. Fortunately for him, most servants were either occupied by the still ongoing banquet or were already in their rooms.

When he arrived at his door, he jerked it open and closed it immediately after he entered, leaning against the cold wood and catching his breath. His heart was still pounding against his rib cage, he thought it would crack through the bones.

“Eijirou!” Mina jumped to her feet followed by Hanta, Denki nowhere to be seen.

Eijirou slowly slid down the door, huffing out a small whimper and buried his face in his knees. His friends were by his side right then, grabbing his shoulder.

“W-what happen? You were gone for so long!” Mina cried out, voice cracking with emotion.

“You’re covered in dirt, what the hell?” Hanta examined his attire, dusting off the slowly drying mud from his arms and shins.

“So many people… questions… prince… swords…” Eijirou pressed between tight lips. He grasped at his hair, groaning.

“What?! Slow down, what happened?!” Mina, slowly losing her patience, shook a little more insistent at his shoulder. Eijirou groaned again, trying to order his thoughts himself. Hanta, an angel in disguise, held Mina’s arm and shook his head.

“Let the man breathe, he just needs a minute.”

“Maybe we don’t have a minute!” Mina countered. “Eijirou, are you being followed? Did the prince send someone after you?” Eijirou shook his head against his knees and only then Mina allowed herself to calm down. She let go of his shoulder and sat down next to him, Hanta following her example, all three with their backs against the door.

Eijirou drew his breaths in and out, slowly regaining control of his emotions. He let go of his hair and leaned his head against the door, blinking at the ceiling as if he just realized where he was.

“There were-“, his voice broke and he had to clear his throat, “there were so many people, asking me all this stuff we thought up in advance and at first everything was fine. I just wanted to eat something and then leave, that would be enough. I was so afraid some of the servants would recognize me.” He groaned again just imagining that.

“And then”, he blinked, swallowing, “the prince was there. I was introduced. To the prince. As a noble. To the prince. Guys, I talked to the prince! The prince of this very kingdom. Me!” His eyes sprung back and forth between Mina and Hanta, growing more and more erratic as he spoke.

Hanta put a hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Did he notice something?”

“I… I don’t think so.” Eijirou inhaled. “We talked just a little bit, I think I offended him.” He laughed dryly. “I thought I was going to die right that moment, oh my god. And then, and then, the queen walked over. Guys, the queen!” He buried his face again in his hands, shaking his head in disbelief that had really happened.

“I panicked and ran. Just straight into the crowd. I wanted to leave but then those nobles came and, hell, I talked my mouth off, guys, I don’t even remember anymore what I was rambling about. But they were laughing, that’s good I guess.”

Mina chuckled slightly. “Leave it to Eijirou, the humble servant boy making the nobles laugh in the face of his own death.”

“Not funny!” Eijirou wailed. “But then, the prince was there. Just, appeared out of nowhere, grabbed my arm and took me outside. I almost hugged him. I mean, I was so fucking terrified but I was finally outside. And then.” Eijirou stared at the ground, tilting his head in thoughts.

“We… sparred?”

“You what?” Hanta and Mina said in unison.

“We… He took some wooden swords, gave me one and then we fought? I don’t know guys, that was so surreal I don’t even know.” He shrugged helplessly. “For like half an hour? Then he beat me, obviously, and said something about taking a bath and how filthy we are and that my hair looked almost black.” He gestured vaguely at his hair that was, in fact, back to his original black color.

“And then I bolted. Just straight away. And here I am.”

Mina huffed out a breath, opening and closing her mouth, changing whatever she wanted to say every second.

“At least he doesn’t know who you really are.” Hanta said with a shrug. “Could be worse.”

“Worse? I insulted the prince and fought with him on equal terms! As if impersonating a noble wasn’t bad enough, but behaving like that in front of the crown prince? I am a dead man walking.”

“Geez, drama queen, relax.” Mina patted his shoulder with a little too much force, making him wince. “I think, that was a successful evening.” She grinned at him.

“How so?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Well, you talked to nobles, ate their food, talked to the prince, who spent time with you alone”, she wiggled her eyebrows at that, “and nobody found out.” She clapped her hands in conclusion.

“I…”, Eijirou sighed. “I mean, you’re not wrong. But I won’t do that again. Ever.” He huffed, crossing his arms.

Denki entered the chambers shortly after that conversation, or at least, tried to since they were all still sitting in front of the door, holding it close. He got a short recap of what transpired, made an equal conclusion as Mina and Eijirou just sighed in defeat. He let them believe, that this was a success but insisted that he won’t do it again. He shoved the strange pot under his bed, hopefully forgetting about it soon enough.

The first two days were hell. Eijirou was so paranoid, he couldn’t sleep, made simple mistakes at work and was just a total wreck. The third day was a lot better. He finally could sleep a few hours at a time and didn’t jump at anyone who called him. On the fourth day, he accepted that nothing would happen. He was fine.

He sat in the kitchen on a low wooden stool, helping to peel the potatoes. A tedious, ungrateful work nobody liked doing, but Eijirou liked to rise to the occasion and took on the task. Half of the basket was peeled, half of them not. He craned his neck, rolling his shoulder with a loud crack and started on the next potato when he overheard the two cooks at the oven next to him.

“Another banquet next week? What are they thinking?”

“I don’t know, man. They decided yesterday and now we have to get all the ingredients in time. I think they don’t understand this fucking job. We can’t just make a list with everything we need.”

“But why another one so soon? Aren’t they, like, just for show? Showing off their money and stuff like that?”

As they spoke, Eijirou listened with half an ear, he didn’t care about another banquet since it didn’t concern him, a servant walked up and filled his tray with snacks. He chimed in without hesitation.

“I heard it was a request by the prince himself.” The cooks’ head whipped around. “No kidding. Something about internal affairs or something like that. Strengthening the bond between their juris… jurisdi… the different regions within the kingdom.” He shrugged. “I think they said something about inviting every noble family from the Chiba region.”

Eijirou let his knife fall down, clattering loudly on the ground. He blinked and grabbed at it, apologizing under his breath. A cold sweat broke out on his back, his heartbeat increasing.

“Rumors have it he is looking for…” Eijirou slowly looked up to the servant, trying to hear better what he was saying and their eyes met.

“You!” The servant inhaled sharply. Eijirou sprung to his feet, grabbed the servant by the collar and yanked him outside. The tray fell to the ground with a loud clatter, probably everyone looked up at the commotion but Eijirou was already out the door, pushing the servant inside a small broom closet. It was big enough for two people, but they still had to stay so close to each other their knees brushed.

“What the-“ – “Shhh!” Eijirou covered the servant’s mouth with his hands, frantically shaking his head. The servant gave a slow nod and Eijirou lowered his hand.

“Holy shit, dude! You’re the one… the one with the prince! You said thanks! I knew it, no noble could be that nice.” He chuckled in disbelief while Eijirou was regretting every life choice he ever made, ticking off every option he had to survive this.

“Dude, chill! I won’t tell on you!”

Eijirou’s eyes focused back on the other servant. “You won’t?” He croaked.

“No, man. That is just… wait, what exactly were you doing there?”

“I… I don’t know, something like a bet and it went out of hand and ugh.” Eijirou slapped a hand on his forehead.

“I think the prince is looking for you.” He bit his lip. “I don’t know how much you hear down here, but the prince and the mysterious red-haired noble are the talks of the castle! Like, everybody saw how you and the prince left together and he came back alone, raging. Geez, I mean, I knew how much a storm he could curse but that was from a higher level.” He crossed his arm, shaking his head.

“And now he demanded another banquet, asking specifically for the nobles of the Chiba region, dude, he has it bad for you.” A grin spread on his face and in every other situation he would be overjoyed at the sight of the same row of pointy teeth but right now, his ears were ringing.

“Wh—No! We… we just—” He shook his head. “We were just talking and fighting.”

“Fighting, huh?” The servant wiggled his eyebrows at him. Before Eijirou could interject, the servant held up a hand. “Relax, man. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a single soul, promise. I’m rooting for you, for whatever thing is happening between you and him.”

“The is nothing happe—”

“If you want to, I can be your ears and eyes inside the castle.” He nodded at himself. “I let you know if I overhear more about this occasion.”

“But… No, man, I mean, thanks. Thanks for not telling anybody and all that. But I don’t… I’m not doing that again.” Eijirou shook his head. “If anybody else will find out, I’m dead. Like, literally dead.”

The servant rolled his head from one shoulder to the other and hummed. “I get it.” He nodded. “Okay, I tell you what. Just listen, for now, okay?” Eijirou nodded reluctantly.

“Like I said, everybody is talking about it. Like, all the servants that were present and even the personal maids from the prince. Something like he is nicer to them or something. I think, he really likes you. And like every servant has an easier time with him being not his usual grumpy self. So, I’m totally rooting for you.” He shrugged. “My suggestion is the following: I tell the other servants about you, just the ones who saw you at the banquet. You will attend the next banquet and we’ll help you out. And then you two can live happily ever after. Or just have a nice evening, don’t care. Just think of something that you can’t see him again after that.”

Eijirou was baffled. That was the most ridiculous, preposterous, ingenious idea if he ever heard one.

“Everyone would be on board?” His thoughts were running a mile a second. If he could attend one more banquet and somehow make a possible excuse that he won’t come back ever again the prince would have to let this go and he would never live in fear again.

“Of course! Like I said, we’re rooting for you!” He snapped his fingers right in front of their faces, remembering something. “I’m Tetsutetsu, by the way.”

“Eijirou”, Eijirou mumbled perplexed.

“You gave him your real name?” Tetsutetsu raised an eyebrow at him but chuckled slightly at first, then louder. Eijirou had to cover his mouth again, shushing him.

“Sorry”, Tetsutetsu whipped a happy tear away. “This is the best. I like you, man. You have balls.” He nodded again, gripping at Eijirou’s hand. “You in?”

Eijirou’s eyes darted around from Tetsutetsu’s face to his hand to his grin. He inhaled deeply, grabbed his hand as tight as possible and nodded. “Alright.”

As soon as they left the broom closet and Tetsutetsu sprinted back to the kitchen, remembering that he was just in the middle of serving food, Eijirou took to his heels and ran the whole length of the east wing down the same corridor a few days ago and just kicked in the door to Denki’s workplace.

“WHA--!” Denki threw the small flask he had in his hand in the air startled and just barely caught it. “What in the?!”

His head whipped around and narrowed his eyes at Eijirou. “Dude, don’t make me lose my job by destroying my ingredients.”

“S-sorry.” Eijirou stammered, honestly embarrassed.

“What’s going on?” Denki chirped, already forgiving Eijirou. The latter sat down on the other wooden stool, sighing.

“You won’t believe this.” He shook his head. “There will be another banquet next week and I’ll be attending.”

“You what?!” Denki sprung to his feet, hands on Eijirou’s shoulders. A wide grin spreading over his face, he nodded enthusiastically. “Knew you’d come around. How come?”

Eijirou briefly summarized his conversation with Tetsutetsu and their plan before he took a deep breath and stared at Denki, chewing on his lips. “What do you think?”

“That is probably the worst and best plan I have ever heard!”

“That’s what I thought!”

They burst into a small laughing fit, wheezing. Denki held his side, rubbing over his eyes. “Okay, dude, we need to make a plan. We need”, he fumbled over his desk, grabbing for some ink and paper and started scribbling as he spoke, “Mina needs to give you some more clothes, you can’t wear the same from last time. We need to gather enough information about other families in Chiba, so you actually play a believing part to be from that jurisdiction. We need to maybe polish your overall appearance a little, like”, he gestured a circle around Eijirou’s face with his quill, “maybe some powder, new hairstyle.”

Eijirou couldn’t even close his mouth as Denki spoke. When did his friend became so proactive and even had some really good advice? He shook his head to bring himself back to the moment and then nodded. “Y-yeah, sounds good!”

“And you have to learn to speak a little more proper!” Denki actually chided but still grinning. “Though, the prince seemed to like you nonetheless, so…” He trailed off, shrugging. “I don’t really know. Being yourself seemed to be the best course, I guess.”

The next days were pure stress. Not only because every servant was involved in the preparations for the banquet since it was on such short notice. The chambers had to be prepared for the guests, clothes, tablecloths and draperies had to be washed, food had to be harvested and bought and hunted, dished had to be polished, the floors had to be mopped and so on. It was a little miracle, no one has dropped dead yet.

When it was only two days until the banquet, they had a little bit f time to breathe. Most of the tasks were fulfilled, there will be another rush the next day but for now, Eijirou could actually work on their other plan.

Mina had gathered some different garments while washing clothes, slowly piling it up. Eijirou didn’t know how she could get away with it, but he suspected the other wash maiden had heard about his ordeal as well and helped out. In fact, probably everybody had heard about it by now, judging by all the knowing looks he got.

Tetsutetsu pulled him aside a few times to give an update, but nothing noteworthy has changed. Nobody has heard any other reason for the banquet to be held but the personal maids are still recounting pleasant encounters with the prince.

So, when Eijirou had the opportunity, he grabbed all the clothes Mina had gathered, shoved the mystical jug into his pocket and sneaked outside, up to the river stream. He knew Mina could help him a lot more but Eijirou wanted to try out some stuff himself. He had relied on his friends so much the last week, he wanted to lift some of their burdens.

He hid behind the trees next to the river, folded out his clothes and smeared some of the substance into his hair. It was strange how the pot never seemed to become emptier. But who was he to question some magical pot of hair dying substance?

The next step was to come up with an acceptable outfit with his limited choices and a new hairstyle.

--

The two days after the banquet, Bakugou was just furious. Outstandingly furious. He snapped at everything and everyone, making them stay out of his way altogether. It was better for everyone involved. He was outraged, to be just ditched like that. What was Kirishima thinking who he was? He was just a lowly noble, just recently established and then he ditched him, the prince?

It was both infuriating and humiliating. He knew he wasn’t the most amiable person to ever exist, but he thought that Kirishima didn't mind because, well, he didn’t evade him because of it and could actually hold a conversation without licking the ground he was walking on. It was… nice. To talk to someone without being held to the standards of a prince, to just be a man.

Nevertheless, he ditched him. Just after they had the most exciting sparring fight he had in a long time. Did he do something wrong? Did he say something? Did he insult him by kicking him in the mud? It could be all three possibilities.

After he finally got himself out of his self-pity, Bakugou at first thought about just forgetting about Kirishima. They would probably never meet again. That was okay. He didn’t need him. Then, when he was being dressed by his maids, Bakugou wasn’t sure why but something Kirishima had said popped up in his head, he looked down at the maids, observing their movements, and asked:

“Should I”, the maids’ heads jerked up in alarm as they heard him growling, “stay differently, so you can reach better?” He was one head and a half taller than them and they often had to stretch to their toes to reach his shoulder or even get a stool to stand on. The next few seconds were filled with silence, nobody moving, until Bakugou’s face moved back into his usual scowl.

“Could you”, the maid behind his back quietly piped up, “hold up your arms, your Highness?”

The other maids held their breaths, staring at Bakugou to see his reaction. He nodded sharply and held up his arms as he was asked. The maids exchanged some confused looks but didn’t question his behavior. As they dressed him, the other maids started to request some simple posture changings which he did without complaining. Dressing took less time than usual.

“Thanks.” He mumbled when they hurried out the room and they made their curtsies with small smiles to their faces. Huh.

The next day, he paid attention. To the waiting staff, the errand boys, the servants, the gardeners. And, as Kirishima said, no one paid them any mind, not even half a glance. They just did all the work without complaining, not one hurtful glare against someone who bumped into them or dirtied the hallway just a second after it was cleaned. Maybe, just maybe, there was some truth in what Kirishima had said.

The day after that, he walked inside the chambers of his mother first thing in the morning. He didn’t care that the guards advised against just walking in without announcing himself but he ignored them in Bakugou-fashion. He kicked the door in without knocking, his mother jerking from her bed. His father kept on snoring next to her.

“Mother.” He growled.

“Son.” His mother slowly rose, glaring at him. “What could be so important for my precious son to wake his mother from her well-earned sleep in this manner?”

Bakugou had to bite back some inappropriate remark, biting his lower lip. “I want you to hold a banquet. For me.”

Well, that stunned his mother to silence. “You what?”

He rolled his eyes, hard. She didn’t have to make such deal out of it. Sure, he never ever asked for a social event he had to attend, especially not in his name.

“You heard me. A banquet. Like the monthly thing. Just, make it for internal affairs. Reinforcing the friendship between the castle and the jurisdiction of the Chiba prefecture.”

“Internal—Katsuki, who are you?” His mother grinned at him. “Or is this about a certain red-haired man?”

“I—No!” Bakugou spat. “What the fuck, mom?” He groaned. “I actually act like the prince you always wanted and then you make it about something stupid like that? Just. Do it.” His lips tightened in a straight line. “Please.”

Mitsuki had to blink a few times to register what her son had just said. She knew when to push and when to just shut up, she was the one who raised him, after all.

“Sure thing, Katsuki.”

Bakugou nodded and stormed out her sleeping chambers without saying anything else, seething. That took a lot of his energy. The next days were pretty similar to his usual routine. Classes, sparring, dinner, and lunch. However, since he actually paid attention to their personal, he saw the strained faces, the hectic in their movements and the hurried gestures. It probably wasn’t easy to prepare such a huge banquet on such short notice.

Bakugou actually felt, what audacity his feelings had these days, guilty. Guilty for putting so much pressure on them on top of their usual workload. So, when he happened to overhear some of the servants talking about the menu, what kind of proteins they still needed, he asked them, if it would help if he hunted down a deer.

The looks he got were always like a punch to his gut. Was it really so strange to ask if they needed help? Well, yeah, he answered himself, he never did in the past 19 years he had lived here. Nor knew he about anybody else who did.

That was why he now was riding down the cobblestone path behind the castle walls towards the forest, the royal hunting grounds. The bow was fastened at his saddle for now until he arrived at the forest, a quiver on his belt. Even though there was some pressure of time, Bakugou was relieved to get out of the castle again. He steered his horse down from the paved way and rode towards the small river that streamed parallel to the path towards the forest.

His horse strode leisurely, not stopping but taking its time to walk through the high grass of the riverbed. Bakugou led his view drift into the distance, relaxing for the first time since a few days. A red do next to a cluster of trees drew its attention to him. He squinted and stopped his horse, one hand on the handle of his hunting knife. He silently cursed himself that he didn’t bring his sword, but what good would a sword do at a hunt anyway?

After observing the red dot for a few seconds, Bakugou noticed it was moving just slightly back and forth to the river and back to the trees. It seemed human alright. With a swift motion, he got off his horse and gestured the horse to stay put. They knew each other for long enough so it understood. Bakugou drew his knife and silently sneaked up to the patch of trees, squatting down to get a better view through the branches. And what a view he got.

Kirishima only wore his pants, open at the front. His chest was bare, seeing the dark happy trail from the navel down and Bakugou could finally confirm that he was built. Like a wall. His hair was pulled back into a sloppy ponytail, a few strands framing his face. His mouth was pulled in a frown as he grabbed one of the shirts laying on the ground and put it on. Kirishima tucked the shirt in, tugging on it for good measure and walked towards the river to look at his reflection.

Bakugou felt his face heat up, his heart accelerating its beating. He wasn’t a peeping tom so he put his knife away, stood up straight and cleared his throat.

Kirishima spun around so fast, he almost lost his footing, stumbling violently before catching himself and leveling his eyes on Bakugou. His cheeks rose in color ever so lightly, but Bakugou decided to ignore it for now.

“Y-Your Highness?” Kirishima croaked, fumbling with his clothes, tugging at his hair, a nervous wreck some would say.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Bakugou crossed his arms. Even if he was in no position to judge, this was still inside the castle walls, somewhere far away for people to see, so why would Kirishima sneak around to try on his clothes?

“I- uhm”, Kirishima stammered, slowly walking towards the shirts that were laying on the ground to obscure Bakugou’s view on them, kicking at them with his heel to gather them up. Bakugou raised his eyebrow at that.

“I was…”, Kirishima looked over his shoulder, biting so hard on his lip Bakugou thought it would draw blood and sighed in defeat. “I was looking for something to wear for the banquet.”

“You’re coming?” Bakugou could just hope he didn’t sound as eager as he felt.

“Well, yeah”, Kirishima shrugged. “Your Highness invited all noble families of the Chiba jurisdiction, would be kinda impolite to not attend, I guess?” The first smile from him finally stretched over his face.

“You’re damn right.” Bakugou scoffed. Then his eyes drove over Kirishima, finally looking at the outfit Kirishima wore. “That looks fucking hideous.”

“What, really?” Kirishima frowned, looking down at himself. “I was pretty confident in this.” Bakugou huffed a small laughter, covering it with a cough. With two big steps, he was right beside Kirishima who looked at him with big eyes. Trying to ignore his gaze on him, Bakugou eyed the different shirts, pants and the two vests. Not exactly the wardrobe of a noble.

“Why for fuck’s sake are you dressing up in the middle of the royal castle walls?” He grumbled. There was no heat in his words, he realized that himself already, just curiosity. Kirishima coughed, scratching his neck. He kneeled down to his shirts, pulling at their hems.

“Well, I”, Kirishima bit his lips. Bakugou subconsciously filed it under a nervous tick. “I don’t have that much to choose from.” He silently said, chuckling dryly. It didn’t fit him. “It’s not much and I have to dress myself. Something Your Highness probably isn’t used to.” A wink at him and Bakugou didn’t know if his cheeks heated up in humiliation or embarrassment.

“Fuck off.” He huffed as he squatted down as well and earned a more earnest chuckle. “At least I know that this shirt”, he jabbed a finger against Kirishima’s firm chest, “doesn’t fit your pants.”

“But the pants are nice, aren’t they?!” Kirishima cried out in mocking despair.

“They are.” Bakugou grunted. He pulled at some of the shirts, eyes going back and forth between the shirts and Kirishima's black pants until they settled on a white shirt with a puffy collar and sleeves. He grabbed it and hold it in front of Kirishima who eyed him curiously.

“Put this on.” He ordered, grabbing for one of the small vests. In the corner of his eye, he could see Kirishima undress before pulling the other shirt over his head. His eyes darted down at his chest for just a second before staring back at the vest in his hands.

“Okay.” Kirishima tugged the hem into his pants, fastening the cords at the frills of his sleeves. Bakugou helped him with his left sleeve and threw the vest in his face. Kirishima chuckled and tucked his arms through the open sleeve holes, butting it up. There were just three buttons, ending just shy under the poof of his collar, accentuating his broad chest just a little more.

“Do I… Does it look good?” Kirishima smiled shyly at him, doing things to his gut. Bakugou nodded once before Kirishima trotted over to the water, examining his reflection. Seemingly pleased, he offered Bakugou a wide grin.

“Thank you!” He beamed at him. Huh, it actually feels nice to hear a thank you for something he did.

“You still didn’t answer why the fuck you’re inside the walls.” Bakugou growled. “Nobody in his right mind would sneak up inside just to play dress up.”

Kirishima looked caught, fumbling with his sleeves. His eyes darted around, looking everywhere but at Bakugou.

“Stop stalling. Just fucking tell me.” He snapped.

“I—”, Kirishima sighed, “I mean no harm, I promise. I can’t… I can’t tell you, I’m sorry.” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed down at him but couldn’t find any sign that indicated he was lying or wanted to deceive him in any way. He scoffed.

“Suit your-fucking-self.”

Kirishima threw him another apologetic smile. “Thanks.”

An awkward silence stretched between them, making both of them uncomfortable. Bakugou glared at the ground, stuffing down the slight pricking feeling in his chest.

“So”, Kirishima walked up to him, “what are you doing here?” Bakugou threw a glance over his shoulder to see his horse grassing right where he left him.

“On my way to hunt.”

“Oh!” Kirishima exclaimed, clapping his hands. “For the banquet?” He nodded.

“Anything in particular? Deer? Boar?”

“Deer. Probably.”

“Mhm”, Kirishima hummed. “I wonder how it’ll taste?” he mumbled. Bakugou wasn’t sure if it was meant for him to hear but he huffed, nonetheless.

“Like fucking deer. I don’t think deer tastes differently in other prefectures.” Kirishima threw him an unreadable glance.

“Well, I’m gonna find out anyway, huh?” Kirishima smiled at him.

“You want to come with me?” They blinked at each other before Bakugou’s brain caught up with his mouth. He coughed, taking a step back.

“Forget tha—“ – “Sure.” They spoke at the same time. Bakugou’s gaze shot up, meeting Kirishima’s, cheeks slightly reddened.

“Ah, but I don’t really know how to hunt, so I won’t be of any help.” Kirishima scratched his cheek. “Sorry.”

Bakugou huffed. “I’m more than capable enough. Just don’t scare it away.” He turned around on his heels, not looking if Kirishima followed him, only hearing his footsteps falling in line behind him. He took the reins of his horse again when they reached it and climbed into his saddle again. He stepped out of the stirrup iron on Kirishima’s side and threw him an awaiting glance.

Kirishima hesitated only for a second, taking a step forward and grabbing the hand Bakugou offered. It was warm. Kirishima put one foot in the stirrup and with a little effort, Bakugou pulled him up. Kirishima slid behind him in his saddle, his back flushed against Kirishima’s chest. He hoped Kirishima wouldn’t notice how hard his heart was hammering in his chest.

Bakugou steered his horse back on track and silently they rode towards the forest. Kirishima’s breath tickled against his neck, sometimes his ear whenever he turned his head to look around, gasping voiceless at the view or an animal or whatever he deemed interesting. Bakugou tried really hard to focus on his environment, but that proved really hard with Kirishima literally all around him. His breath and voice surrounding his head, his arms pulled lightly around his waist, their torso’s and thighs pressed against each other.

“There.” Kirishima mumbled softly into his ear. Bakugou could feel the tips of his ears burn, just where he felt Kirishima’s breath. He pointed carefully between two trees and when Bakugou followed his line of sight, he saw a deer, antlers growing high above his head.

Ever so slowly, Bakugou reached for his bow, stroking over Kirishima’s thigh with the motion, pulling out an arrow with his other hand. His motions were slow but without hesitation, assertive. He drew his arrow, aimed with one eye closed, feeling Kirishima’s chest rising against his back. Their breathing was in synch, he felt Kirishima exhaling by his chest flattening and let go of his arrow.

The arrowhead shot through the branches right above the deer’s front legs through his ribs, killing it instantly. Kirishima gasped again.

“Amazing.” His grip tightened around Bakugou’s waist.

“I fucking know”, he grumbled more out of reflex. He fastened his bow back on the saddle and galloped over to their prey. He slid down from the saddle, landing on the ground with a soft thud and kneed down. Pulling out his knife, he heard Kirishima land behind him, and slit his knife through the deer’s throat to let it bleed out.

“We let it bleed out and then the kitchen staff will take care of the rest.” He explained without being asked to, seeing Kirishima nod next to him.

“You never skin and gut it yourself?”

“What? No. It’s all dirty and gross.”

Kirishima laughed airily. “Well, I think, if you want to eat something you have to go through the whole process.”

“But you never fucking hunted yourself. So, you don’t actually deserve to eat deer yourself.” Bakugou shot back. Kirishima didn’t say anything, just held his hand open for the knife. Groaning at himself, finally catching up what was going on, he handed Kirishima the knife. For someone who was praised to be a genius he sometimes was a little dense.

“You never ate deer before.” He answered himself quietly. Kirishima hummed and began to hold up the knife before stopping.

“What now?” Bakugou rolled his eyes.

“My clothes!” Kirishima put the knife down and stripped off his vest and shirt with deft fingers. His skin was slightly flushed as he kneeled back down, grabbing for the knife again. He set the knife at the bottom of the deer’s throat, Bakugou could see Kirishima’s muscles tense up as he pulled the knife from left to right in one firm stroke.

Immediately, all innards fell out. Fortunately, it already bled out enough from its throat so not too much blood came out through the cut. Kirishima wiped the Knife on the grass to get the excess blood off from it and then grabbed at intestines and stomach and whatnot. He just grabbed it with his bare hands. Bakugou stared at him as if he wasn’t human.

“You… you just do that?”

Kirishima blinked at him. “Why not?”

“Because—” Bakugou stopped himself. Because it’s the servants’ job, was what he wanted to say but knowing Kirishima well enough, he would insult him with this thinking. He nodded, took a deep breath and watched Kirishima gutting the deer. After a short while, Kirishima began to explain what he was doing. He couldn’t name much of the anatomy of the deer, Bakugou filled these blanks, but had extensive knowledge about the right procedure to prepare a deer to be cooked.

It took them about half an hour to get all its intestines properly wrapped up, another half an hour to skin it, and then strapped the deer on the back of Bakugou’s horse. They opted to walk beside the horse, Kirishima said to have an eye on the deer so it wouldn’t slide down but Bakugou understood that he didn’t want to strain his horse too much with two grown men and a deer on its back. No way, he would ride then.

Bakugou had taken Kirishima’s clothes and held onto it for now since Kirishima’s arms were still dipped in blood right up to his elbows. After exiting the forest, Bakugou steered them back to the river and Kirishima could wash his arms. When he emerged from the water and strutted over to him, asking silently for his clothes, Bakugou had to force himself to give it back to him, he had to admit.

“Thank you, Ba- Your Highness.” Kirishima snapped his eyes to the ground as he stumbled over his words, pulling the shirt over his head. Bakugou squinted his eyes at him but let it slide. He crossed his arms and waited.

“No, really, thank you.” Kirishima said again. “For, you know, taking me with you and”, he gestured at himself, “helping me out.”

Bakugou huffed and pulled himself back into the saddle. “Whatever.”

Kirishima beamed at him. “See you at the banquet.”

“You better will.” He steered his horse back to the cobbled path, hitting its flanks with his heels and galloped back to the castle before he could look back.

--

Eijirou stood at the river as long as he could see the prince ride away. At the same time, he wished for Bakugou to turn around and to just ride away as fast as he could. Bakugou took the decision from him as he galloped away. He let out a breath he didn’t know he held in.

He squatted down, hands to his face a made a noise between a squeal and a giggle. No, this couldn’t be happening. No. Nope. Eijirou walked up to the patch of trees, grabbed all the clothes and, finally, ran all the way back. He already took long enough as it was. He ignored all the looks he got and was relieved he could say his red face was because of the running.

He slid into his chamber and stuffed the clothes under his bed, changing out of his current outfit. He put on his simple linen clothing, pulled his headband around his red hair and ran all the way back to the kitchen and asked for something, anything to do. He needed to be distracted.

After tackling every possible assignment, Eijirou made his way back to their chambers when it was already late. He stumbled into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible but as soon as the door swung open, his friends were on their feet, lighting a candle.

“What happened?!” They all whispered loudly in unison.

“I—” Kirishima stuttered. His brain provided him instantly with his memories of today’s afternoon, Bakugou’s eyes constantly roaming over his own naked chest, his body pressed against him, brushing against each other with every step the horse had taken. His face flushed unbelievable hot.

“You met the prince, haven’t you?” Mina gave him a knowing look, receiving nothing but a nod in confirmation. His friends high fived each other.

“Guys”, Eijirou whined, “that’s not something to celebrate. I will only meet him once again and then never again. This just makes everything”, he huffed in annoyance, “more complicated.”

His friends followed him with his eyes as he prepared for bed, exchanging glanced.

“What do you mean?” Denki asked.

Eijirou’s shoulders tensed before falling down. “You know what I mean.” He shook his head. “Alright, let’s talk hypothetically.” He sat down on his bed, his friends following suit. “Hypothetically, I like him. And he liked me. We met at the banquet, becoming even better friends. Yeah, well, surprise I have to move to another country, so see you never again.” He groaned. “This will just… suck.”

“And if you just, I don’t know, play along for a little longer?” Mina asked quietly.

“Deceiving him? Playing someone, I am not? Yeah, great. And either it will suck even more when we have to stop seeing each other or he’ll find out eventually and take it upon himself to stab me to death. I don’t want to…”, he clenched his jaw, “I don’t want to lie to him anymore. I mean, hypothetically, if I liked him, lying to the person you like is just not right.” Eijirou fell backward onto his pillow, both arms spread to his sides, bumping against the wall with his knuckles.

“Just two more days.” He mumbled into the almost darkness. His friends stayed silent. There wasn’t anything they could say because deep down, they knew Eijirou was right. There was no possible solution that a prince and a servant could ever be friends, let alone anything else.

Eijirou tried not to think about the upcoming banquet too hard for the next days but that was kind of impossible since every waking second he was reminded that it was happening due to all the assignments their wing was flooded with. The day before the banquet was especially brutal. Some of the guests had already arrived and demanded attention on top of preparing for the event. Eijirou still was grateful, working and running around at least occupied his brain well enough to actually think about that he would be attending as well.

Well, until it was finally was the day of the banquet. His thoughts caught up with the impending task at hand and made him jittery. His hands trembled, his mind wandered. What he couldn’t really grasp was, was it just anticipation acting as a noble or did he, as a matter of fact, not want to part ways with the prince? He didn’t know and, to be honest, he didn’t want to know.

When it was finally time to get ready, all the other servants ushered him out of the kitchen, encouraging to do whatever he wanted, with a wink, that they could handle the rest. With a heavy sigh, he left for his chambers where Mina was already waiting for him.

“Wow, you look like you’re on the way to a funeral.” She smacked his back. “Cheer up, you’re gonna see your prince tonight.” She chuckled with a knowing look.

“He is not my prince”, he grumbled in response but, oh no, did he want him to be his? Shaking his head, he banished the thought as soon as it came up and pulled out the clothes he prepared for tonight. Mina helped him dress, to give a few knowing tucks so it framed his body just the right way.

Eijirou had already smeared some of the substance into his air before he went to bed last night, not entirely sure how much time he would have for getting ready. Turned out, enough time.

“Sit”, Mina ushered him to sit on the floor in front of the bed, sitting down behind him. She brushed his hair with a broken comb and started to part his hair. Slowly she started to braid different wisps of hair on the side until it united in the middle of the back of his head and became one thicker braided tail, which was slightly raised with a black bow. The end of the ponytail was fastened with a thin black strand.

Eijirou carefully drove his hand over his hair, feeling the tight strands and when Mina handed him her mirror, he let out a tiny gasp.

“Mina!” He turned his head from one side to the other, a few shorter strands on his forehead bobbing with the motion, and his smile grew. “That looks amazing! Thank you!” He turned around fully and pulled her in a firm embrace. Mina laughed into his shoulder.

“It’s not difficult to make a pretty person pretty.” She tightened her hold for a second before they both let go. “Eijirou”, she tugged at his frilly collar, stroking over his vest.

“I want you to know, that we will be on your side. Whatever will happen, whatever your decision will be.”

Eijirou nodded, trying not to cry on the spot. Mina patted his cheek. “You still have time to cry. As soon as I’m finished with you I won’t let you.”

“Mina!” Eijirou wailed, again, pressing his face into her chest. She patted his hair and hushed him.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you.”

He nodded, took in a deep breath and sat up again. “Alright.” Mina grabbed some of the make-up utensils she could gather over the span of last week with the help of other maids and started to apply some powder on his cheeks, drew a fine line on the wing of his eyelids with charcoal and dabbed some red substance onto his lips, making them even rosier than they were anyway.

“Perfect.” Mina admired her own work.

Eijirou took his time to mentally prepare himself, just staring at the wall of their chamber, Mina at his side, holding his hand. They went through the plan often enough he could recite it by heart. In hindsight, he was grateful for Tetsutetsu to get all the other servants on board with this over the top stupid plan. It took some pressure off his shoulder, especially, since the servant who was announcing the guests was as excited as everybody else and could play the part, so he didn’t have to sneak in again. Particularly, because this is an event hosted for his apparent home prefecture and it would seem pretty odd that he had to sneak in for that.

Come in, eat and drink something, tell Bakugou he needed to leave the country because he was promised some young maiden in a far away state and then leave. Easy enough.

--

Bakugou was in high spirit in the past few days. High spirit meant, he didn’t snap at everything and some of his heat left his voice, but rarely someone noticed. Still, Bakugou could feel a little change in his mood. Was it because of the little trip with Kirishima? Probably. But he wouldn’t admit to that out loud.

He noticed a difference in how he was treated by the servants as well as much as he treated them differently. Not that he thanked them for everything they did, it was still their job, but he at least acknowledged their existence, gave them a short nod when, for example, one of them brought him a snack or he saw maids dusting off the busts in the hallway. Which made them a little less… afraid of him, Bakugou dared to say. He didn’t think it was bad to be afraid of him, it meant respect. But somehow, being asked by his staff if he liked his tea rather with one or two spoons of sugar instead of just needed to be told how he wanted it, felt something akin to trust to him.

Trust with the people he wanted to lead.

“Did something good happen, Your Highness?”

Aizawa pulled him out of thoughts. He didn’t listen for the past few minutes, he assumed. Blinking the thoughts away, Bakugou wore his usual scowl etched on his face.

“The fuck you want?”

Unfazed, Aizawa turned back two pages and sighed. “Just asking. I thought for a second there, you were smiling. Must be a trick of my mind.”

“Damn sure it was.” Bakugou snapped but turned his face down to the desk. Just in case. There was no way, such stupid, sappy thoughts would make him smile. Fortunately for him, Aizawa didn’t care much about his current mental state and continued or rather repeated his lecture about the Chiba prefecture. Bakugou was making sure he knew about each and everything of the regions so he could host the best banquet they had ever attended.

Time flew by, the day filled with his usual routine of lecture, lunch, greeting some of the early guests and getting ready for the banquet. He noticed as the maids dressed him that they were a little more fidgeting, suppressed smiles here and there. He didn’t stoop so low as to ask what was that all about even if his curiosity was stretched to its limit. Instead, he looked at his reflection in the wide mirror, tucking at his collar and sleeves to make himself more comfortable, and thought about someone he might, he better be, meet this evening.

Kirishima was a mystery to him. Starting by his appearance, what noble did have red hair? And it looked natural, he couldn’t really be at fault but he could try to get some hair masks or whatever, so it wouldn't be that red. But it matched his eye color which was satisfying. And of course, the main reason he was such a mystery was his demeanor toward nobility. There was leisure in his speech, his gestures, his being he wasn’t used to in a noble. Which was refreshing. He felt like talking to a human being and not someone who recited the usual pleasantries. Especially, he felt he could talk to him freely. Because or Kirishima’s leisure he didn’t feel like Kirishima forced himself to speak with him or to kiss his ass, just, he was honest.

He wanted to know the secrets Kirishima harbored. There was something he didn’t tell him, obviously, and it felt like a challenge. Was he worthy enough to encode this enigma called Kirishima Eijirou?

His feet brought him to the ballroom, he nodded toward the servants opening the door and received small bows, and entered the room which was slowly filled with attendees. Automatically, his eyes scanned the crowd for a specific redhead but didn’t find anything. He tried to ignore the disappointment in his chest. Taking in a deep breath he made his way to the side of his mother, greeting everyone who stopped him.

Whenever the door opened, his head jerked up, squinting at the people coming in and whenever it was not a specific red-haired man, his scowl grew deeper.

“What made you so peeved, my dear son?” His mother nudged him with her elbow, pushing it deep between his ribs and he suppressed a wince.

“Shut up. Nothing.”

“Hum.” She hummed, grin growing a little wider, a little wickeder. “Awaiting someone?” Bakugou narrowed his eyes on her and clicked his tongue.

“Why would I? Just waiting for everybody to arrive to eat, I’m starving.”

“You sure, you aren’t thirsty?”

Bakugou chocked on his own spit and spun around. “Mother—” but before he could finish his sentence, the door opened again and his ears heard the quiet announcement.

“Sir Kirishima Eijirou, first and only son of Lady Kirishima Tomoya.”

Bakugou’s voice died in his throat as he looked up to Kirishima walking through the doors, wearing the outfit he put together for him and an elaborate hairstyle. Maybe it was the chandelier or the lightning overall but to him, it looked like Kirishima was glowing.

He didn’t hear what his mother said to him, just walking right up to Kirishima who was already getting attention by other bystanders. He pushed through them until he was right in front of him.

“Finally decided to show up, dumbwhit?” He crossed his arms, taking a quick once over glance at Kirishima before settling on the small smile that appeared on his face.

“Aw, did Your Highness miss me?”

“You fucking wish.” His fist shot out against the other’s shoulder earning a small grunt, but it turned into a chuckle. Kirishima rubbed at his shoulder and shook his head.

“Need  to work on my reflexes so I can kick you’re a—to win fair and square.” He coughed and scratched his cheek.

“Why the fuck do you think I care about your wording?” As if caught, Kirishima’s eyes shot open, blinking.

“Uh, I…”, his hand traveled to his neck, rubbing at it, “I mean, you’re still the prince and I’m far beneath you, so”, he shrugged as he trailed off, eyes looking up at him sheepishly. “Do you… don’t want me to?”

Bakugou glared at him with a small grunt and shrugged. “It’s whatever. I don’t care.” Kirishima hummed, leaning over a little.

“Then, Your Highness, please let me kick your ass next time we spar.” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed down on Kirishima’s beaming smile and shoved his shoulder at him.

“Big words for someone who couldn’t even get one hit in.”

“I almost had you… that one time, I think.”

Bakugou chuckled ever so lightly at the contemplating look on Kirishima’s face. “You and thinking? I highly doubt that.” When their eyes locked, his heart stuttered for just a second when he saw the tiny, yet warm smile meant for him.

“So, you do can laugh.”

“Fuck off!” Bakugou shoved at him again but Kirishima was laughing wholeheartedly already.

For the next hour, they kept on bantering, trying to one-up each other for their next sparring session and walked around the room. Bakugou had to stop every now and then to hold an obliging conversation with which he really could live without. His eyes always trailed off to his side, where Kirishima was apparently glued to him, never really leaving him but not chiming in in the conversation. Afterward, when they were alone again, Bakugou listed off some trivial information of the noble they were talking to. Not to impress Kirishima or anything.

Then, a small bell was rung, and his mother invited their guests to join her at the dinner table. Bakugou made a face and lead Kirishima to the table, scanning it for Kirishima’s name badge and was pleasantly surprised to find him seated directly at his side. Whoever decided their seating order needed to be thanked. He almost pulled out the chair to offer it to Kirishima but could stop himself in time. Instead, he sat down on his own chair, registering by the movement next to him that Kirishima sat down as well.

“Do you know what will be served?” Kirishima leaned in and whispered to Bakugou. He just shrugged.

“Probably the same as always. Soup, fish, meat, dessert.” Pushing his lips up a little higher in a scowl. “Always the same.”

Kirishima tilted his head at that. “You… don’t like having four different courses?” Bakugou rolled his eyes and groaned.

“No, Shitty-shima, I don’t like having the same four courses every damn day. I thought we have top chefs who like to experiment and give us something to look forward to and not this bland shit, every day.”

His mother cleared her throat and shot him a meaningful glare which he answered in the same manner. She rolled her eyes and stood up, all conversations died down.

“My honored guests, it is my pleasure to welcome you at our home.” She raised her glass. “It is not only a joy for me to see you come from a faraway place to strengthen our bonds but, as well, that my son takes it upon himself to fight for these bonds.”

He scuffed under his breath but Kirishima nudged his knee under the table, nodding at him with a smile.

“So, thank you, my dear son, Katsuki, to present us this opportunity. Would you like to say something yourself to our guests?”

‘No’ was the first thing he wanted to say but clenched his jaw to not blurt it out. His eyes found Kirishima’s and he sighed. He stood up with a glass in his hand, looking them all over once.

“Thank you for following my invitation when I reached out for you. It is a great honor to have you all assembled in these halls and I hope to nourish our relationship with newly found friends and allies.” His expression turned a little sour. He hated speaking as if he had a stick up his ass. “Then, let’s toast to our friends and eat to our heart’s desire, I’m fucking starving.” He down his glass and sat down.

Kirishima was the first to break the stunned silence with a laugh and the others followed suit. Pleased by himself, Bakugou gave his mother a courteous nod who in turn fixed him with a knowing look in her eyes, dancing between him and Kirishima. He chose to ignore that and turned his attention back to Kirishima who was beaming at the soup that was brought in.

“That looks delicious!” He gasped as a bowl was put in front of him.

“It’s fucking soup.”

“Yeah, well, Your Highness, even ‘fucking soup’ can taste pretty good!” Kirishima mimicked his words with the same grumpy expression, Bakugou assumed he was wearing right now and kicked Kirishima under the table, earning a snicker.

It was fascinating to watch Kirishima eat a simple potato soup as if it was some blessed meal. His face beamed with every spoonful, humming every other bite and when he wiped his bowl clean with the slice of bread, it was pure bliss on his face. It was fucking soup. And yet, it made Bakugou enjoy his own soup a little more, admitting that it, in fact, did taste pretty good.

When the fish was served, Bakugou witnessed a rather peculiar situation. He was just quipping back in forth with his parents, when he out of the corner of his eye saw that Kirishima was grabbing for the wrong knife regarding eating fish. When he was about to say something, Kirishima locked eyes with the servant on the other side of the table. They shook their head so lightly, it was only visible if you look for it. Kirishima then moved his hand to the next, another shake and when he touched the right knife, he got a nod. They exchanged a subtle smile and the servant was gone.

As if nothing had happened, Kirishima turned back to Bakugou, grinning at him.

“Do you know which fish will be served?”

Still a little dumbfounded what he just witnessed, Bakugou shook his head. “Fish.” He deadpanned. Kirishima chuckled at him.

“I sure hope it is fish since it is the fish course. Man”, his eyes grew distant, “if that’s all it takes to be a prince, I have a pretty good chance to become one myself.”

That earned him, at the same time, a hard kick under the table and a chuckle from the queen. Kirishima’s quiet yelp was accompanied by his flashing cheeks as he shot a glance towards the queen. A shy smile formed on his lips.

“This is Sir Kirishima Eijirou from whom I’ve heard a lot recently, isn’t he?” The queen asked between bites.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty.” Kirishima bowed his head slightly and Bakugou could see him fumble, apparently undecided if he was allowed to continue eating or waiting for some conversation. He rolled his eyes and nudged his knee, nodding at his fish. Relief washed over Kirishima as he took the next bite.

“I haven’t seen Katsuki hold such a long conversation in a long time without chasing the other party away. What’s your secret?”

Kirishima snorted slightly but shook his head. “No secret, Your Majesty. Just honest… I like the way he is.” Another smile, almost fond, formed on his lips and a bit of fish fell from Bakugou’s fork as he stopped it right before his mouth. Ignoring the heat forming on his cheeks he bit down hard on his fork.

His mother just laughed. “Oh, dear Sir, that is truly fascinating. Do tell, what is it you like about my son?”

“Mother!” Bakugou almost shouted, heads turning to see what the commotion was about. Bakugou glared at his mother, having a silent conversation with his eyes alone. Which Mitsuki choose to ignore.

“What is it, Katsuki? I just thought it was nice to know about redeeming qualities you have I’m not aware of.” Her smile stretched on his face, every inch of it smug.

“Oh, is it so hard to believe someone likes the son you raised? That is really reassuring.” Bakugou snapped with fake hurt, lashing his anger out on his fish. The queen waited for another second before bursting out in a fit of laughter, dispersing the heavy atmosphere that had formed. Bakugou grumbled.

Kirishima touched his elbow with his own, searching for his eyes. He glanced over, pursing his lips. Slightly leaning forward, Kirishima held their gaze and whispered.

“For what it’s worth, I like how determined you are, among other things.” He had the audacity to wink at him. Bakugou felt another wave of heat rising up his face but also in his chest, tightening around his lungs. He grunted in response.

When they were finished with the fish, Kirishima leaned over again. His eyes were cast down, his fingers twitching at his napkin.

“I—Can we talk after dinner? There is something I have to tell you.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “Why not tell me fucking now?”

Kirishima shook his head, a sad smile on his lips he didn’t like one bit. “We should talk… in private.” Bakugou rolled his eyes but nodded.

“Whatever.” Whatever, indeed. It wasn’t important that his heart clenched by the sorrowful look Kirishima wore or that he held his breath when he thought about what Kirishima had to tell him in private.

When the meat course was served, his mother raised her glass again. “I want to thank my son since he was the one who shot the deer for us today.”

Quiet ‘oh’s and ‘ah’s were uttered.

“Kirishima helped.” Bakugou grumbled. His mother raised her eyebrows, tilting her head.

“Oh? I wasn’t aware of that. Of course, thank you, Sir Kirishima, as well. How come?”

“I—” Kirishima’s eyes widened and Bakugou saw him looking over to him in search for help.

“We just kinda ran into each other. And since I was on my way I just invited him to tag along. He was the one who—” Kirishima stepped on his foot and shook his head almost undetectable. Bakugou stumbled a little over his words and glared at him.

“We both took it down.” He said in the end. His mother nodded again, forming polite conversation with the person next to his father, throwing Bakugou a meaningful look. But Bakugou had already turned his head to Kirishima.

“What the fuck was that about?” He hissed. Kirishima shrugged at him noncommittally.

“I don’t want people to know.” It was rather formed a question as he raised his voice at the end. Bakugou pinched his nose with two fingers, taking a few deep breaths. Why in the world was he keeping up with this? There was no logical reason and he was well aware of that fact, making it even more frustrating to him. Glancing back to Kirishima and seeing him savoring the meat, however, he decided it didn’t matter really that much that he knew why.

“Are all banquets like that?” Kirishima asked in between bites.

Bakugou finally started eating as well. “Mostly. It’s literally a banquet, dumbass.” He scowled at Kirishima’s chuckle. “Sometimes there are dances, though.”

“Dances?” Kirishima beamed at him. “Aw, man, that would have been great.”

“What, you like dances?” Bakugou perked one eyebrow up. “Don’t look like one to dance.”

Kirishima shrugged. “I… don’t actually. I mean, I don’t know how”, lowering his voice Kirishima poked at his meat, “but I wanted to attend a formal dance for so long, you know. Preferable after I learned how to dance.” Another chuckle.

Bakugou eyed him for a second, an idea forming inside his head and before he could stop himself, he said: “I could teach you.”

Kirishima’s head jerked up, staring at him with glistening eyes. “You would?”

“Idiot”, Bakugou cleared his throat, chewing the rest of his meat in his mouth, “that’s what I said, didn’t I?” He fixed his eyes back on the plate since he couldn’t bear looking further at Kirishima’s blinding smile. A few seconds went by without Kirishima answering so he chanced another glance.

Kirishima separated the vegetables from his meat with his fork, poking at it absentmindedly. His smile was already dropped and Bakugou felt his chest tighten, again. Should he see his physician about this?

“Got a problem with that?” he snapped instead.

“Huh?” Kirishima blinked up at him. “No! No, not at all. It’s just…” he bit his lip, avoiding his gaze. “I’ll tell you later, okay?”

“What’s with all that—” – “So, Sir Kirishima”, his mother interrupted him mid-sentence and he had to count from 10 backward to no yell at her.

“Why didn’t your mother come to join us today? I would have thought, she would be delighted as a recently declared Lady?” She took a long sip, fixing Kirishima in his seat with her eyes.

“Y-yes, Your Majesty.” Kirishima voice sounded raspy. “She extends her thanks for the invitation, however, she couldn’t make it because of her health.”

“Oh, dear. I hope she will get better soon.” Bakugou’s mother held a hand to her chest, shaking her head. “I hope she can join us for the next banquet. I’d like to meet the woman who raised such a good boy.”

“To see how it’s actually done?” Bakugou finally quipped. He wasn’t to let it slide that she kept interrupting him and made a fool out of him. His mother shot him a glare.

“For you to see how to treat a mother right, my dear son.”

He heard Kirishima stifle a laugh next to him, so he jerked his head around. “You fucker like laughing about me?”

“N-no”, he grinned, holding a hand up in front of his mouth, “it’s just… I’m happy to see you’re having such a good relationship with your mother.”

“Wha—Where did you get that idea from?!” Bakugou blinked at him incredulously. Kirishima leaned back against his chair, humming.

“Well, you can only really banter like this with someone you actually care about, don’t you?” A fond smile spread over his face. Did he wear make-up? Bakugou noticed the thin black line on his eyelid, giving his eyes a more edged shape. And before, he thought Kirishima looked a little pale, but now he saw the rosy cheeks shimmer through the face powder.

He grabbed his glass and took a long sip, whipping the excess wine away with the back of his hand.

“My old hag and I aren’t—” he couldn’t finish his sentence, as the giant clock on the wall struck 12, the first bell ringing through the hall. Rolling his eyes, Bakugou waited for the next beat to continue but he noticed Kirishima freezing up beside him, his eyes wide.

“It’s already midnight?” he barely breathed.

“Huh? Yeah. We started dinner rather late because of those stupid late runners.” He shrugged and picked up the last piece of meat with his fork.

“I have to go.” Kirishima almost threw down his cutlery, standing up with a screeching chair. Bakugou almost choked on his own spit and whipped his head around.

“What? Why?” He snapped. But Kirishima had already pushed the chair back far enough and took a step back.

“I… I am so, so sorry. I need to go. See you later, Baku—Your Highness!” And with that, he jolted around and started running. Bakugou wheezed. Not again. Kirishima would not ditch him again. With a sharp push, he stood up from his chair, on foot already planted firmly on the ground to give him leverage. He thrust forward only to collide with a servant who suddenly appeared from the side.

Bakugou toppled over with the person but could retain from falling down by rolling over his shoulder. The tray flew high up, falling down with a loud clatter, and dishes shattering on the ground. The servant held his side but was already kneeling down on both knees, head almost touching the ground.

“I am incredibly sorry. Please, forgive me, Your Highness.” Their voice quivered slightly and Bakugou clicked his tongue, growling under his breath. He punched the ground with his fist, flinching just barely at the pain.

Kirishima was gone. Fucking again.

#Boku no Hero Academia #krbkweek2k19 #KiriBakuWeek2019 #KiriBaku #Kirishima Eijirou #Bakugou Katsuki #Cinderella AU #fanfiction

[sugarpun-fairy]

DOUBLE DARE - SEAN X OC / WARREN X OC

Word count: 1961

Warnings: just boys being boys and some really bad pick up lines 

Summary: Where the boys dare Sean to confess to his crush, and he proceed to do the same with Warren when he gets the chance.

Requestes: ACTUALLY THIS IS A FUNNY STORY LOL 

A/N: So this is half a request half a gift for my beautiful @imaginesandideas. I’m not sure if it’s good or if it’s fair for all the characters but here it is. Hope y’all like it! The whole thing is separated in four point of views, each is signalized w the initial letter of the character 

-x- 

S

“Sean my boy!” Alex’s voice made me turn around before opening the door to my room. “How you doing ginger? Wanna play a game with us?” asked putting his arm around my shoulders.

“What kind of game Summers?” I asked back cocking an eyebrow. That didn’t sound like a good idea.

“We’re playing truth or dare. Me, Scott, Warren, Peter and you if you want.” he explained.

“And what do I have to do if I don’t finish my dare?” he laughed.

“Something embarrassing.”

“Like your face?” I joked.

“Worse. Like yours!” He laughed again. “Does that mean you’re in?”

“Well I clearly have nothing else to do right now. Guess a little game won’t kill me.” I shrugged.

“Great! The boys are outside let’s go!”

I realized I should’ve heard my guts telling me that it wasn’t a good idea when I saw everyone sitting in a circle with an empty bottle of vodka in the middle.

“Okay since you just got here, you’ll spin the bottle first.” Scott said with a stupid smile, proving how drunk the kid was. I just did what he said and accepted my death sentence when bottle’s neck stopped pointing to Warren.

“I dare you, Sean Cassidy, to go to the person you’re romantically interested and confess using the worst pickup line you know.” Warren declared. I simply stared at him.

“Why are you doing this to me mate?” I asked taking a deep breath. “She’s gonna destroy me before I even finish speaking.”

“Who is she?” Peter snorted totally not believing me.

“One of the Vergara twins.” I confessed. Warren’s facial expression changed completely and one of his wings spread itself in my direction. “Harmony. Not Grace. Calm your feathery ass down I won’t steal your crush bird boy.” I grumbled slapping the feathers away.

The others stared at me in silence. Maybe it was the alcohol or they just had nothing to say. Either way I was fucked.

“Am I supposed to have company while talking to her or y’all plan on waiting the alcohol leave your body before moving?”

“I’ll go with you. Just to prevent your erasing of this planet.” Alex said getting up.

“It’s the least you can do pretty boy.”

Then we went back to the mansion to look for her.

H

“Hey Harmony.” Someone called behind me. I turned to see Sean looking like he was about to faint. “Can I ask you something?” I smiled and nodded.

“Sure. How can I help you?”

He took a deep breath and that caught me off guard. What could be so serious that got the famous Sean Cassidy this nervous?

“Did it hurt when you fell cause you’re only then I see.” He snapped. “Wait, no, that’s…”

“Sean are you okay?” I asked trying to reach his face, red as a fresh tomato. “Are you sure I’m the right twin?”

He almost jumped when I touched him. Then he held my hand and nodded.

“I couldn’t be more sure. You’re the one I was looking for.” He got closer and touched my cheek. I was the one taking a deep breath this time.

“Aren’t you scared that I might erase you from Earth if you piss me off?” I joked.

“I’m more scared of being erased without ever kissing you.” He whispered with a smile.

“Did you had time to rehearse for that?”

“If we have in mind that I’ve been planning on telling you for a couple weeks I guess I could say yes.”

We both laughed and he got closer, putting his hands on the counter behind me. His face got closer and closer and I closed my eyes, cupping his face with both hands. I felt his hands leaving the counter and holding me. His lips felt soft on mine, taking my breath away as he pulled me even closer, hugging me tight.

“For the love of all the gods what is happening here?” My sister’s voice echoed around the kitchen making me almost jump.

“Oh, hey Gracie!” I tried to say when Sean turned to my side, his hands still in my waist. “Did you finish your English homework?”

*

“Babe what do you think if we set up your sister and Warren?” Sean casually said while I tried to organize my desk.

I looked at the ginger boy laying in my bed and bit my lip.

“I hate how this is a good idea.”

“Well Warren was responsible for us being ‘us’ now so it’s only the fair move.” He pointed. “So, are we throwing them inside of a room and locking the door or what?”

“Grace could create a door if we did that. I’ll take care of that later.”

“And when will you take care of me?” he whined throwing a pillow at me.

“When you grow up.”

W

“Hey Angel, my sis asked me to give you this.” Harmony said running to me and handing me a small piece of paper. “But she made me promise I wouldn’t sneak.”

“Oh thanks.” I opened the note with the saying “meet me at the roof after lunch” and closed it again when I saw Harmony trying to read it. “Didn’t she made you promise you wouldn’t sneak?”

“Before giving it to you. Oh, come on Warren! She’s my twin sister! What is so secret that would have her hiding it from me?” Harmony complained trying to jump and get the note from me.

“Like you said, she’s your sister. I won’t stay between the two of you.” I answered putting the note inside my pocket. “But didn’t you hide from her you were dating Cassidy?”

“We weren’t dating yet. She walked on us kissing after you dared him to talk to me with the lamest pickup line he had.” She protested. “Whatever bird brain.” And left.

“Wow.” Sean laughed by my side. “You really de-harmonized her huh?”

“Remind me again how the fuck you got a girlfriend?”

“Well you dared me to use my worst pickup line and now I have my boo. What about you bird boy?” he snapped pinching my cheek. “What does the note say?”

“It says to meet her at the roof after lunch.”

“So that mean bird boy got a date? I like the sound of that,” Alex said approaching us.

“You know what other sound I like? The sound of me daring bird boy to confess his feelings for miss Grace.” Sean recalled crossing his arms against his chest. “Using his worst pickup line.”

“How long did you wait for that?” Alex laughed loud.

“Well it’s not as if he doesn’t have a choice. I mean he can do it or he can do something embarrassing…”

“I got it.” I growled at Sean. “I got it.”

“Don’t worry I heard she has a huge crush on you too.” Alex tried to comfort me. “Just be sober when you do it. Or it’ll be a huge disaster.”

I sighed. They were right. And Sean was having the time of his life by getting his revenge.

*

“Heard you were looking for me?” I said walking closer to her.

“Hey War.” Grace said with a smile. “My sis said you had something to tell me and wanted to meet me here.”

“Funny story. Harmony said that you had given her a totally secret note to give me.” It wasn’t hard to connect the dots. Harmony and Sean had set up for us. I took a deep breath. “But yeah I did want to tell you something.”

“Oh no did Harmony told you about me?” she asked hiding her face with both hands.

“What do you mean?”

“About my crush on you?” she whispered shyly. “Oh, my gods I should have waited what you wanted to say.”

“It was about it! Kinda. I mean… I have a crush on you too. Had for a while. A long time.” I confessed. “You’re such a great fighter and so smart and sweet! And… sorry but I have to say this: you remind me of an overdue library book, because you got fine written all over you.”

Her face turned totally red and she coughed for a whole minute before answering.

“Well… that was… I guess… In case you’re busy or not today would there be any way to add me to your to-do list?” she said with a laugh.

“Oh, honey you only need to say it and my whole agenda is yours.” I declared. “So, you’re free tonight?”

“I am. Are you?”

“Not anymore. Meet me at eight for the best night of your life.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.” She said blowing me a kiss and leaving back to the mansion.

G

“You set up for me!” I yelled at my sister. She didn’t even flinch.

“Would do the exact same thing if needed.” She said without taking eyes of her book. “Do you have a date or got a kiss at least?”

“A date. Tonight. He said to be prepared for the best night of my life.”

My sister finally put her book down and looked at me.

“This sounds like a fashion emergency.”

“Is that your focus? I mean are you totally forgetting you and your boyfriend set up for me and Warren?” I questioned her. She just shrugged. “Harmony!”

“He like you and you like him but both of you weren’t getting nowhere!”

“And you just figured that it would be better if you set up for us?”

“Sean wanted some revenge too.” She admitted. “Can we focus on your date now?”

“What do you have in mind?” I asked crossing my arms.

“Sean is trying to figure out where he’s planning on taking you tonight.”

“Your answer is a double date?”

“Calm down Grace, oh my gods!” Harmony complained. “Let’s just focus on finding something to wear.”

“How are you the smartest twin?” I grumbled.

“And prettiest I might have to add.” She laughed.

“We’re identical!”

*

We spent the whole afternoon trying to find something for me to wear. Something classy but cute, not too extra but it was kinda hard since we had no idea where he was planning to take me. Luckily my mutation would allow me to change if needed. So, we agreed on jeans and a black long-sleeved shirt along with denim jacket.

“You look awesome sis. Go get your boy.” Harmony said before pushing me off her bedroom.

I met him downstairs as there wouldn’t be a place in the world I wouldn’t recognize that pair of wings and he simply looked… angelic. Except for the leather jacket and ripped jeans. He looked like a dark angel.  

He stretched his hand to reach mine and kissed the back of it with a smile.

“Are you ready princess?” he asked when we left the mansion.

“I was born ready angel.”

He hugged me tight before his wings stretched completely and raised us in the dark blue sky. He kissed me while the wind ruffled in our hair and I couldn’t know if the shivers I felt were because of the cold night air or the kiss.

Then I had an idea.

“Let me go.” I whispered. He widened his eyes in shock. “Trust me. Let me go.”

He hesitated but did as I asked. And I started falling.

I could feel the red cloud growing around me and the puncturing felling in my back when a pair of feathery wings, just like his, grew before it was too late. He met me halfway back up.

“Wow.” Was the only thing he said.

“Ready for the most memorable night of your life?” I said with a smirk, stretching my own wings.

“I was born ready angel.” He quoted me with a smile.

-x-

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#sean cassidy #sean cassidy imagine #sean cassidy fic #warren worthington iii #warren worthington imagine #x men #x men fic #warren worthington fic #alex summers #scott summers #pun fairy writes

[virgilmydarkstrangeson]

A Skater Boy Stole My Heart

Summary: Roman Princeton is gay, no breaking news there. And the sight of the Italian American boy that he shares most of his classes with is a sight that melts Roman’s heart. And one time breaks his leg. Pairing: Romantic Prinxiety Trigger Warnings: Very openly gay character, high school, character with piercings, injury to a main character, broken leg mentions, if you see anything else please tell me! Word Count: 1,537

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Roman Princeton, theatre geek and musical genius, was well and truly, hopelessly gay, although this wasn’t new information for anyone who knew him. It was rather obvious, with his rainbow shoelaces, jacket adorned with rhinestones of all colours, and multi-coloured hair, even more so with his incredibly loud, boisterous personality. However, for these very things Roman was now mentally cursing at himself for, as he found himself in a very interesting predicament. It had been a normal day when a black and purple blur flew past Roman as he walked through the school gates. Roman started, and jumped back slightly, before realising that the blur was actually a person on a beaten-up looking skateboard. The person skidded to a halt right where the bike racks were, and Roman noticed the royal purple hair half-hidden by a black beanie, a purple and black checkered hoodie and ripped black skinny jeans, which made him internally sneer at the obvious emo nightmare until he saw the face of this mysterious skater. Bright silvery-black eyes, framed perfectly by black eyeshadow and winged eyeliner, and lips lined with a pair of purple stud snake bites, and Roman felt himself choke on his spit. This person turned suddenly from an emo nightmare to a punk angel in Roman’s eyes, and he felt almost starstruck. That is until said punk angel walked right up to Roman and shoulder-checked him, hard. Roman was knocked back, realising that this person was at least 5 inches taller than himself. “Watch yourself, prep,” the person’s voice was deep and gravelly, and Roman felt his heart beginning to pump harder, despite his ears growing red with frustration. The nerve of this incredibly attractive person, to shove me over! However, Roman managed to compose himself quickly and act as if nothing had ever happened. At least until he arrived at his chemistry class, and saw the punk angel sat in the seat next to Roman’s own, and he felt his face flush bright red beneath his foundation with both embarrassment and anger. It was almost enough emotion for Roman to refuse to sit down, but when the teacher arrived, Roman bit the bullet and sat next to the emo, keeping his teeth clenched to avoid further embarrassment. The only good thing that came out of the chemistry lesson was learning this punk angel’s name, which was Virgil Ansia, and once the teacher set the project for the day, Roman actually had a halfway decent conversation with Virgil, learning that he was half Italian and had recently come back to America after living in Italy for a few years. Virgil even apologised for shoving Roman, and that made the red mist finally lift from Roman’s mind’s eye, allowing him to genuinely enjoy Virgil’s company. Which he did, in chemistry and about six other lessons which Roman and Virgil shared, sitting next to each other for all of them. This weird routine of theatre geek and emo nightmare bonding continued for a few months, and Roman realised that his mild infatuation was turning into a full-blown crush, and it was starting to worry him that if he were to slip up and admit his crush, Virgil would hate him forever and never speak to him again. There was no evidence behind this fear, but Roman was sure that if he acted too friendly, Virgil would run. Even so, there was this nagging voice pushing Roman to confess his feelings, and the voice’s name was Patton Taylor, Roman’s best friend and a member of the cheerleading team. “Ro, you’re like a lovesick puppy, just tell him!” Patton urged for the fifth time that week, as the pair sat in the cafeteria, ignoring their lunch in favour of talking. “You know I can’t do that! He might not even like guys, Pat! He might freak out!” At this moment, Virgil walked past their table, sporting new, golden snake bite studs, and Roman nearly squeaked before managing to cover his mouth. “You are hopeless, Ro,” Patton sighed, putting a comforting hand on Roman’s shoulder. Roman was hopeless, he could admit that. Hopelessly gay and in love with a boy who for all Roman knew could be straight as a board. But, Patton was right about one thing; if Roman didn’t tell Virgil how he felt, then he was actually going to explode, but he had no idea how on earth to do so. So, Roman’s head was spinning as he walked home that night, in the dark as he stayed late in drama club to help the younger members practice their lines. The sky was dark and clouded, meaning that the only light was the occasional flickering streetlight, and the tiny torch on Roman’s phone lighting up the pavement right in front of his feet. What happened next was the one thing Roman never expected to happen. One minute, he was walking along, head down so he wouldn’t misplace his feet, and the next, he was in pain on the ground, having had someone or some/thing/ crash into him and go flying. Roman yelled out in pain once he registered what had happened, feeling an excruciating pain shoot down his leg as it must’ve crumpled underneath him when he fell. While looking down at his leg to try and access the damage, he noticed an all-too-familiar skateboard upside-down by his feet, and everything clicked when he heard an all-too-familiar voice. “Shit! Are you okay, Princey!?” It was Virgil, and a few seconds later Virgil had moved so Roman could see him, and Roman was winded for two reasons. Virgil was completely bare-faced, no makeup whatsoever, and the only piercings he had in were clear, made to look invisible against his skin. However, Roman didn’t have much time to process this bare-faced Virgil, before the latter was trying to get him to stand up. “Shit we need to get you to the hospital, your leg looks broken, I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay...” Roman managed to get out, allowing Virgil to support him, and trying to ignore the fact that they were essentially in a side-hug in this position.

“Did you hit your head? This is the opposite of okay, can you walk against me?” Still in a daze, Roman tried to put weight on his injured leg but quickly retracted it with a loud hiss of pain. That hurt more than anything Roman had ever experienced before in his life. “That’s a no, then,” Virgil sighed, biting his lip for a second, and Roman had to actually look away. He was in serious physical pain and did not need his stupid gay heart making things more awkward. However, because Roman wasn’t looking at Virgil, he wasn’t prepared for the latter hoisting him up and carrying him bridal style, forcing him to once again look into those dark silver eyes. “You good like this? You’re bright red, Princey.” All Roman could do was nod meekly before Virgil started walking, having picked up his skateboard with two fingers. If Roman had the guts, he would’ve admitted his feelings right then and there, and if he had the brains, he would have probably waited until he could think straight (well, as straight as Roman Princeton could), but frankly, Roman had neither, so it happened while both he and Virgil were sat in the waiting room of the hospital, in complete silence until Roman’s big mouth broke it.

“I have a crush on you,” Roman near enough whispered, before realising what he had said and hoping against all hope that Virgil didn’t hear him. However, Virgil suddenly burst out laughing, which caused Roman’s face, ears and neck to grow bright red. “W-what’s so funny!?” Virgil took a few breaths to stop his laughter before he replied.

“I just potentially broke your leg by crashing into you on a skateboard, I wasn’t exactly expecting a confession right now, Princey.”

“You didn’t have to laugh, that’s a rude way to reject someone…” Roman sighed, his arms crossing subconsciously as he sat back in the small plastic seat he was sitting in. His pride felt extremely wounded, and his face was still burning. Virgil’s smile, however, dropped instantly.

“Who said I was rejecting you? News flash, prep, I have a crush on you too.” If it was possible for Roman’s face grew even redder, and he slapped Virgil’s arm before turning away from the tall emo.

“Now you’re just making fun of me!”

“Roman Princeton?” Just then, a doctor came through to the waiting room, cutting Virgil off from whatever he was about to say. Turns out, Roman’s leg was very much broken, but six weeks in a leg brace was enough to fix it, so soon enough Roman was back at school and more eager than ever to get back into his extracurriculars, especially the drama club. And, if anyone noticed a dark figure sitting in the theatre whenever Roman was practising, nobody said a word. Not even when, at the end of the school day, the school’s self-proclaimed dark and gloomy emo grabbed the theatre geek and, in front of everyone, kissed him square on the lips before leaving on his skateboard, leaving a very starstruck Roman in his wake.

~~~

General writing taglist: @noahlovescoffee @canadian-crofters @infinitysgrace @darknightvirgil @singingjo @peanut0303 @introverted-happiness @theunoriginaldaisy @max-is-tired  

#thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #prinxiety

[fallinglntokillugon]

Alluring Secret Part 1, Act 1

A Tragic KilluGon Fanfic by Falling lnto Pieces

Synopsis: A KilluGon take of the famous tragic love story presented by the Vocaloid songs Alluring Secret ~Black Vow (and White Vow)~ Put simply, an angel meets a human and falls in love. What is it willing to trade away in order to have its lust fulfilled? A painful tale of sacrificing whatever it takes to understand the true meaning of love.

Chapter Synopsis: A boy is awoken by an intruding creature that has entered his attic bedroom. What is it and why does it smell of blood? 

Characters: Killua and Gon

Pairing: KilluaXGon, KilluGon

Genre/Mood: Fairytale, Storybook, Boys’ love, Peaceful, Angel AU

Rating: T-M

I have been sitting on this for a while, wondering when would be a good time to post it. Now that we’ve hit 500+ subscribers, I think this is a nice time! I absolutely love the Alluring Secret songs and thought long and hard about how to turn it into something KilluGon. The symbolism of the apple was sure helpful~ Please enjoy the start of this fairytale tragedy and let me know what you think, everyone! 

[AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16621949/chapters/38963636]

                                       Part 1: Blue Vow of Sin 

                                           Act 1: Silver Night

“Huh? Who’s there?”

Rays of soft summer moonlight streamed silently into the attic bedroom. On one side of it, a boy sat up in his bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He was aware that something alive had disturbed his normal night of peaceful slumber. On the other side, an unknown creature was concealing itself in the shadow cast by the boy’s wooden chifforobe. The thing was trying to scoot farther back into the dark corner, making quite a bit of rustling as it did so.

The owner of the room peered towards the pitch black space the being was hiding in. Since he had just awoken, his vision had yet to adjust to the weak light the moon had to offer. Perhaps his best bet was to get out of bed and check what had entered uninvited. If it were dangerous, he reasoned, it would have already attacked him instead of staying out of sight.

Pushing his blanket away, the box spring mattress squeaked as the boy moved himself to the side of the bed. He placed his bare feet on the faded blue carpet that covered half of the creaky hardwood. With a simple shoulder roll, he stood up.

“Don’t be scared. I’m gonna come over,” he whispered gently, taking his first step forward.

There was no verbal reply, but the sound of shifting feathers could be heard. Bats had leathery wings, so was it an owl? It sounded a bit bigger than that… Slowly, the boy inched his way closer to his wardrobe, hoping not to scare the creature. As he reached the end of the carpet, at about the center of the room, his abnormally keen sense of smell picked up a worrying metallic stench. Halting his approach, he scanned the uncovered floor with a pair of alert and observant eyes. A trail of glistening, liquid droplets started from the open balcony door. The dark dots, varying in size, traveled across the wood and into the shadows where the something was. The scent became quite strong there.

“That’s blood, isn’t it? Are you injured?”

His questions of concern were met with silence. He prayed the being wasn’t in critical condition. Maybe now was the time to make sure it knew that he meant it no harm. Adjusting his mint green nightshirt, the boy got down on his knees and lay his hands on the ground, palms up. All animals knew this gesture as one of trustful surrender.

“I won’t hurt you, so please… let me help you.”

Closing his eyes, he waited for any type of reply. Be it a growl or a shriek, a bark or a hoot, the boy would be able to translate it more easily than the eerie absence of sound that currently made up their one-sided conversation. Holding his position, he was a little scared, hoping whatever it was didn’t plan on lunging at him while he was in this state of vulnerability. After a few moments, the suspense was shattered by a response he definitely hadn’t been expecting.

“Bandages…” a husky grumble commanded.

“Ba-banda- ah, yes!” With this surprised stutter, the boy flipped his hands over to push himself up from the carpet.

“Wait.”

“W-what?” He froze in an awkward half-rise.

“Where do you… keep the bandages?”

“They’re downstairs in the bathroom medicine cabinet.”

“You answered that quickly.”

“Well, I used to get scratched up a lot when I played out in the forest… Ah, enough about me. Can I go get them for you? I don’t know how hurt you are, but the sooner the better, right?”

“First… promise me that you won’t… alert anyone else.”

“I promise,” the boy nodded, raising his head to grin reassuringly at the dark corner.

“Then come back immediately… It really hurts.”

Without another word, the boy hopped to his feet, retraced his steps back to the bed, then turned left to where the door was. He opened and closed it as quietly as possible before dashing down the flight of narrow steps to retrieve a few needed items.

Left alone in the room, the entity let out an exhausted sigh. Biting its bottom lip, a knot of frustration sat in its gut. Not only had the being failed to carry out its mission, but it had also gotten a human boy mixed up in the aftermath. Currently, the being was applying pressure to the shoulder wound that was bleeding heavily onto the hardwood. It had lost too much energy to use a transformation spell, let alone attempt to fly home…

Focusing, it used its remaining strength to listen intently to the movement downstairs, making sure the boy was not planning to notify anyone in the house of the intruder that had broken through the useless lock on the balcony door. It was taking him longer than expected, but for good reason. He seemed to be grabbing other critical items. The entity kept its eyes closed as it waited patiently.

“I’m back,” the owner of the room whispered no more than three minutes later as he returned. Setting a bowl of water and some simple medical supplies out on the desk next to the head of his bed, he gazed towards the shadowy corner. “Are you still there?”

“Yeah… now hand over the bandages.”

“I won’t,” the boy denied with confidence, quickly crossing the room empty-handed.

“Wh-what are you planning?” came a hiss filled with suspicion.

“Well, I can’t dress your wounds if you’re there.”

“I can do it myself. Hand them over.”

“Don’t be difficult.” Stopping in front of his chifforobe with his hands on his hips, the boy turned his body right to face the hiding spot. Up close, he thought he could make out the shape of a mid-sized figure curled up in the darkness. For a single moment, the moonlight reflected off a pair of cautious eyes. They were a captivating shade of blue.

“If you come any closer… you’ll be sorry.”

“I just want to help you.”

“I can help myself. Bandages, now.”

“No. Please let me help you.” Saying this stubbornly, the boy leaned down and bravely extended a hand to the trespassing being.

“O-oi, I just threatened you. Are you an idiot?”

“Maybe a little,” the boy replied sheepishly, “but I’m hoping you’ll trust me.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Because my heart tells me I can trust you.”

That was when the boy showed off the purest smile the creature had ever witnessed. It was determined and confident, with cheeks dusted by a rosy blush of youthful naivete. Innocent brown eyes seemed to stare straight into the being’s soul with an unexplainable blind faith, making the organ in its chest skip a beat. The entity couldn’t help but instinctively reach up for the alluring gesture that seemed to promise more than just aid.

The boy swallowed hard as a pale hand, a similar size to his, revealed itself from the shadows. It finally took his awaiting action, but the piano fingers, as much as they were warm and alive, were slick with freshly spilled blood. Taking a deep breath, the boy gently pulled the being up off the floor before it quickly returned the hand to cover its wound.

“Hey. D-Do you think you can make it to the bed?” the boy whispered, turning around to motion towards the other side of the room. The bed looked a lot more inviting than the hardwood.

The being took two shaky steps out of the dark corner, but that was all it could manage. Drained of its strength, the wobbly figure stumbled forward, collapsing onto the boy with about as much grace as a newborn deer. In a weak attempt to soften the collision, it gave the ivory wings on its back a single, desperate flap. Unfortunately, all it caused was a few of the feathers to flutter into the air. The boy hit the ground with a dull thud, the other on top of him.

“Are you-”

“I’ll… trust you…” came a pained murmur as the being’s tense body relaxed and it lost consciousness.

“Huh?”

Upon hearing no reply, the boy turned his head in concern. His brown eyes widened in shock at what he saw. There was no way. It couldn’t be possible. Yet, under the light of the silver moon, this was how the boy met the angel for the first time.

#fanfiction #fanfic #killugon #killua x gon #killua zoldyck #killua #gon freecss #gon #hunter x hunter #alluring secret black vow #angel killua #human gon #i am really grateful people have names and gender pronouns in this world

[shadowsfandomhellhole]

OK! So...months ago, one of the Fam mentioned this idea. the idea was that Black Hat had dated a hero in the past. Her name was Angeltia. They of course split up, but remained good friends. even having a deal that they wouldn't intervene with the other if they spotted them causing chaos/preforming heroic duties.

I'd been meaning to write something for this for a while... and then i listened to "Jolene" and it inspired this.

Angeltia IS NOT MINE. she belongs to @taterdragon

Title: Angeltia Pair: Paperhat, past BH/Angeltia Summary: Finding out Black Hat had dated someone before him, shouldn't have been a problem. The fact that said ex was an Angelic hero was shocking, but still shouldn't have caused an issue. But maybe it wasn't that. Maybe it was just the fact that Angeltia had just appeared and asserted herself back into Black Hat's life, that bother Flug so much. Especially since it seemed so easy for her to take him away.  Tags: past relationship, oc, jealous flug, Ao3 Enjoy!

It was a good day as far as Flug was concerned. He and Black Hat were talking in the eldritch’s office discussing new weapons and the upcoming catalog. Flug was in the middle of explaining one of the ideas he had when there was a loud crash of the front door getting kicked in. Flug yelped, jumping and spinning to face the office doors. Black Hat stood and swiftly headed to the doors and leaned against them listening as he motioned Flug to be silent and follow him. He left the office, his scientist scrambling close behind him. The two were met by Dementia and 505, who rushed towards them falling into step with Flug behind their boss. Black Hat glanced back at them before leading them towards the stairs. He nodded to them before melting into the shadows. Flug pulled out a ray and crept down the stairs as Dementia crawled up the wall and to the ceiling. 505 stayed at the top of the stairs as Flug headed down them silently glancing around.

The scientist paused as he got to the bottom of the steps. He froze and spun raising the gun aiming straight at the intruder. It was a woman. She had short golden blond hair and bright blue eyes. She had a shield in one hand, and a set of wings. She locked her eyes with Flug and tilted her head. Flug swallowed and kept the ray aimed at her.

“…Y-You picked the wrong house to break into, Hero.” He said, wincing behind the bag covering his face at the stutter. The winged hero raised an eyebrow staring at him, before stepping towards him. Flug flipped the switch on the side of the gun.

“Well… Aren’t you a cutie.” The hero said grinning. “Put the gun down, Hun.” She added. Flug kept the gun trained on her. He frowned slightly. The hero seemed pretty relaxed for being in a house full of villains.

“If you think I’m just gonna sit back and let you do what ever after breaking into my boss’s house, you’re wrong.” He said keeping his voice steady, Dementia was right above the hero and dropped down launching at her. The woman dodged and turned on the hybrid as Dementia stood.

“Same goes for me, lady.” She said. The hero looked from Dementia to Flug and stepped back.

“Geeze, Blackie, you really upped the security, didn’t ya?” she said looking off to the side. Flug and Dementia frown sharing a glance. Flug turned back to the intruder getting ready to take a shot but stopped as Black Hat stepped from the shadows.

“…Angeltia?” he asked. The hero grinned turning to him.

“Who else?” she asked. Black Hat smiled and made his way to the hero who rushed to him and hugged him. The villain laughed as he hugged back.

“Angie! What a pleasant surprise! I didn’t know you were back in town.” He said pulling away. The angel laughed softly.

“I just got back.” Angeltia replied. “I thought I’d pay my favorite villain a visit. How have you been? Heard that you’re a salesman now, how’s that working out for you? Sorry bout the door.”

“I’ve been fine, business is great actually.”  The demon answered. “Ahh, don’t worry about it.” he added snapping his fingers and fixing the front door.

“Whoa! Whoa, hold up! You know her?!” Dementia asked suddenly. Flug still had the ray gun trained on the hero, but was looking at his boss in shock.

“Of course he does! Me and Blackie go way back.” Angeltia said looping an arm around the eldritch’s shoulders. Black Hat wrapped an arm around her waist. 505 came down and tilted his head in confusion.

“All the way back to the medieval times if I’m not mistaken.” Black Hat chimed in, grinning.

“Oh boy. It’s a good thing that age didn’t dragon, and ended pretty quickly. Those knights were the worst.” Angie said. Black Hat laughed. Flug lowered the gun staring at Black Hat in slight shock. Black Hat was laughing, he was being friendly. To a hero. Dementia frowned, watching the two.

“W-wait… I… I’m confused… She’s a hero!” Dementia cried. “Why are you being friendly with her?!” she demanded. Black Hat paused as he was about to reply to the hero, and looked over at Dementia and Flug.

“Have you not told them about me? Blackie, I’m offended! Are you that ashamed of me?” Angie asked pouting. Black Hat rolled his eyes and shoved her.

“Yes, Angie. I am so ashamed to have known you. Worst mistake in my life.” He replied.

“Oh? You sure that wasn’t walkin’ out on this?” the hero asked gesturing to her self.

“Oh no, please that was the highlight of the relationship.” He replied. The two stared at one another before laughing. Dementia got even more confused tilting her head. Flug on the other hand froze, eyes widening as he realized why Black Hat was so friendly with the hero.

“…Y-you… You two…. Dated…?” he asked. Black Hat chuckled and looked over at him. Angie placed an arm around the eldritch again.

“Oh yeah, we were together for.. what was it? Hundred years?” she asked looking up at the demon, who shrugged.

“Give or take a few years.” He answered. “But yes, Flug. I and Angie dated.” He added looking at his scientist.

“We decided to end it when the whole Hero and Villain war blew up when America was founded though.” Angie said.

“Wait! Wait! You dated a Hero?” Dementia cried. “You hate heroes!”

Black Hat rolled his eyes, “She’s an exception.” he replied. “Now if you’ll excuse us we have a lot of catching up to do. Go back to what you were doing.” he said.

“W-wait, Sir-” Flug started.

“We’ll pick up where we left off later, Doctor. Right now get back to your lab and get back to work.” the eldritch said. Flug frowned behind his bag at that. He wanted to protest, but instead gave a nod, his hand tightening around the ray gun as he attached it back on his hip. He watched as Black Hat led the hero up to his office. The two already talking and laughing.

“...That…. What… Just happened?” Dementia asked as a confused 505 entered the room.   Flug didn’t answer her as he turned and slowly made his way back to his lab. “Flugsy?” he heard Dementia run after him following him to the lab

“You heard Black Hat. I need to get to work, I don’t have time to entertain you Dementia.” Flug told her.

“Why do you think he never told us?” she asked.

“He doesn’t tell us everything, Dem. He doesn’t have to.” Flug stated looking over at the hybrid.

“B-but this is really important, right? I mean.. It’s something we should know!” Dementia cried. Flug unlocked the lab and opened the door stepping inside. He flipping on the lights and headed over to his work desk.

“Like I said, he has a right to not tell us.” he said as he started gathering the materials he needed. The scientist got to work, focusing on his newest invention and ignoring the lizard hybrid.

“Aren’t you the least bit upset?! I mean… I get him not telling me, but shouldn’t he have told you?!” Dementia yelled. Flug slammed his hands on his table, trembling slightly. Why couldn’t she just drop it? “ENOUGH, DEMENTIA.” he snapped turning his head to glare back at her. “He doesn’t have to tell me anything… I have work to do, so get out of here and leave me be.” he ordered turning away from her and looking back down at his desk. Dementia gritted her teeth.

“Fine!” she snapped before running out of the lab. Flug flinched as the door slammed shut and sighed before getting back to work.

It had only been a few hours when the door opened. Flug turned his head to the side ready to tell Dementia off but stopped when he saw it was Black Hat.

“H-hello, Jefecito.” he greeted, as the eldritch made his way over. The demon wrapped his arms around the scientist.

“Afternoon, doctor~” he purred. “Sorry about the interruption earlier.”

“I-it’s fine...” he said quietly relaxing against the other. “...Where’s Angeltia?” he asked turning his attention to the invention in front of him.

“She headed out, she had things to do. She’d just dropped by for a visit.” Black Hat answered resting his chin on the other’s shoulder as he watched him work. Flug hummed in response, going quiet for a few minutes before speaking up.

“...Black Hat…?”

“Hm?” the eldritch hummed questioningly as he nuzzled into the mortal’s neck.

“… Never mind… its stupid.” Flug sighed.

“What is it, mon chéri?” Black Hat asked lifting his head. Flug sighed and set his tools down and turned in his lover’s arms looking up at him before looking down again.

“...Why… Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked quietly. Black Hat tilted his head, confused before understanding.

“I didn’t really think it important.” he answered shrugging. “It was something that happened years ago. It’s the past.” he added. He lifted Flug’s chin, and pushed up the bag leaning down to kiss the human. “Besides. I’m with you now. That’s all that matters.” he murmured, pulling back. Flug reached up wrapping his arms around the demon’s neck, pressing up to return the kiss before pulling back and resting his had against the other’s shoulder.

“its not important… like I said. Stupid question.” Flug answered. The eldritch hummed in response. It honestly wasn’t important, and it shouldn’t have been a big issue.

A month had passed since the hero had showed up. She’d gotten an apparent not far from the mansion and often visited. Every time she did, Black Hat would take her up to his office so they could talk privately. Dementia was still bitter about having not known, but even more now with how frequently the angel visited. Flug tried his best to ignore it and focus on his work. Though it was difficult to when Dementia would rant about the hero while pacing around the lab. Even more difficult when Black Hat would come in to check on his progress and Angeltia would be with him.

Currently, Angeltia had come for a visit and was with Black Hat. Flug was in his lab finishing up a prototype. The door opened and he slammed his tool on the table.

“Dementia I swear to god-” he started spinning on his heel. He cut him self off, freezing as he saw who’d entered. “J-Jefecito! S-sorry! I-I thought you were D-dementia...” he apologized. The eldritch waved off the apology walking over to the scientist. Angeltia followed after him looking around the lab.

“I just came to check on progress.” he said. “Hows the latest weapon coming along?” the villain asked.

“Great, sir! I’ve nearly finished the prototype of the ray!” Flug stated. “It should be ready for testing by tomorrow.” he added picking up the ray gun and handing it to Black Hat who looked over it.

“Good.” Black Hat said.

“Fancy. What’s it do?” Angeltia asked. Flug looked at her as he took the ray as Black Hat handed it back. He turned and set it down, and picked up his tools as he got to work.

“Sorry, can’t tell you.” he stated, it came out a bit harsh and he frowned. He could feel both the eldritch’s and angel’s gaze on him. “S-sorry… but uhhh… I really can’t say.” he said this time keeping his voice light.

“I understand.” Angie stated.

“Keep up the work doctor, I’ll be back in tomorrow to see the prototype.” Black Hat stated.

“Of course, Sir.” Flug replied before getting back to work. He listened to the two leave and sighed before continuing his work.

Another month passed, Black Hat seemed to be cheerier then ever. Flug found him self starting to get jealous of the hero. It seemed unfair that the angel was able to make Black Hat so happy. Dementia seemed to just get pissed off at that fact. It didn’t help that the few occasions that Angeltia visited, it was during their ‘family time’. It was a rare occurrence for the four of them to even be able to relax and spend time with one another. Every time they settled in the hero seemed to pop in for a visit and Black Hat just allowed her to sit with them.

It was hard to listen to the villain and hero talk. Dementia would always storm out saying she was tired. Flug would just sit silently and listen.

It was harder to be decent to the angelic hero. Dementia had no problem letting the hero know that she disliked her. Flug how ever tried his best not to let his growing jealousy control him. He did his best to stay civil, and avoided the hero where he could to keep himself from snapping.

Flug flopped down in his work chair and sighed.

“We need to get rid of her.” Dementia hissed from were she sat on his desk. He looked at her.

“No.” he said.

“Why not?! She needs to go! I bet you she just came here to get close to him again so she could hurt him! We need to stop her before that happens!” the lizard hybrid hissed.

“You take her out, Black Hat will kill you.” Flug said. He looked away, “...She’s not here to try and take him out. If she was she’d have done it already.” he added.

“How do you know?” Dementia snarled, glaring at him.

“They go into his office, Dementia. Alone. She had plenty of opportunities to hurt him if she wanted.” he muttered. Dementia fell silent and huffed. The two sat in silence for a few minutes before the door opened. He heard Dementia hiss, and turned his head and blinked. Angeltia stepped in, giving the two of them a small smile.

“What the fuck do you want?” Dementia snarled.

“Dementia.” Flug warned shooting her a glare, he looked away from the angel and pulled himself close to his desk pushing the lizard hybrid off. She pouted hopping off, crossing her arms.

“...I’m gonna go see Hattie.” she muttered leaving the lab baring her teeth at the hero as she passed her. Flug sighed and stared down at the invention on his desk before picking up a few tools and getting to work.

“...I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” Angeltia asked.

“...Dementia isn’t fond of any heroes, don’t take it to heart.” he said, flinching at how cold his voice was. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and released it.

“And what about you?” she asked. He paused, turning his head slightly towards her before turning it back to focus on his work.

“What about me?” he asked.

“You seem to despise me as much as she does.” the angel stated walking over. “...Perhaps even more.” she added.

“… I don’t hate you.” Flug muttered.

“You certainly don’t like me.” she said.

“Well if your boyfriend’s ex just showed up out of the blue and just asserted herself in his life, I doubt you’d like them either.” he said coldly, refusing to look up at the hero. He froze as soon as the words left his mouth and sighed setting down his tools.

“… Oh… Doctor-”

“Every time you’re here… Every time you just show up… Its like none of the rest of us are here.” Flug said. “… I’ve never seen him so happy… the only time I’ve seen him like that is when one of the catalogs sell out.” He pushed away from his desk and stood up. “but you… you just...” he clenched his teeth. “...It isn’t fair!” he snapped turning on her. “i can’t stand it! You don’t get to come here and just push your way into his life… into our family!” He looked away wrapping his arms around himself.

“Flug-” the hero started.

“I’ve seen how he looks at you…” he said, the anger leaving his voice. “… I can’t compare to you… I’m not like you at all…” he choked out. Angeltia frowned and stepped over to the scientist who looked up at her. “… You can’t just-” he started only to be cut off as the angel raised a hand.

“Flug, I’m not going to take him from you.” she said. He blinked at that. She gave a small smile. “… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like that. Black Hat and I are just friends.”

Flug stared at her before looking down not replying.

“...You really don’t have to worry about it. Really… Besides, even if that was my intention… I wouldn’t succeed.” she said. “… The way he stares at you is nothing in comparison of how he looks at me, hell he didn’t even look at me like that when we were together… He really loves you.” the angel added. Flug looked up at her.

He remained silent reaching up to rub at his eyes under his bag before he spoke, “… I’m sorry for being so rude.” he said. The hero chuckled.

“Hey, no worries. If I were you, I’d react the same way.” she said grinning. “So, we good?” she asked holding out a hand. Flug shifted before giving a nod taking her hand.

“Yeah, we’re good.” he said.

“Great.” Angeltia said.

“What’s going on in here? You’re plotting to steal my scientist are you?”

The two looked over as Black Hat made his way over. Dementia following behind him giving the hero a dirty look, before she stormed back out of the lab. Angeltia smirked slinging her arm around the scientist’s shoulders.

“Nah~ We were just swapping stories. I was just about to tell Flug here about that one time back in ancient Greece.” she said mischievously. “Ya know, that time when you decided to challenge the gods.” she teased. Black Hat gave her a glare.

“As I remember that whole mess was your fault.” he said.

“Hey, you insulted the love goddess. Not me.” the angel said. She looked at Flug, “And boy, did he pay for it.” she said. “He was turned into a woman for a whole year.” she added. Flug snorted and covered his mouth trying not to laugh.

“R-really?” he asked looking at Black Hat, who’s face had turned rather dark as he blushed in embarrassment. He shot them both a look and reached out pulling Flug to him.

“Ok, obviously its a bad idea to leave you both in the same room together.” he stated. Flug grinned, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“It did! You really insulted Aphrodite?” the scientist asked.

“Angeltia started it.” the villain hissed glaring at the hero.

“I may have started it but you and her finished it.” Angie laughed.

“Honestly, I couldn’t take you any where.” Black Hat hissed, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

“I really wanna hear the whole story now.” Flug giggled.

“You don’t need to here it.” Black Hat said.

“Oh, there’s plenty good stories other than that one, Flug. I’d be happy to share mine if you have your own.” she offered. Flug chuckled.

“I can think of a few good ones.” the scientist said.

“That’s it. You both are banned from talking with one another.” the eldritch hissed, causing the two to laugh.

Hope you liked that.

#shadow writes #fic #Villainous #paperhat #Black Hat #Flug #Angeltia #Dementia #505 #hero oc #oc #past bh x oc

[unnatural-humanity]

Cuban Nights

Summary: After you got dumped by your boyfriend, Gabe invites you and Charlie to a bar in Cuba. Thanks to Gabriel’s shenanigans the night ends differently than expected.

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Reader, Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Crowley

Pairing: Reader x Charlie

Word Count: 1.7k Words

Warnings: drug abuse (kinda, not really) implied smut (maybe in some time), sneaky Gabe, Crowley is a little chatterbox

A/N: Here it is! My love for Charlie expressed in words! 

Bang! Bang! Bang!

White fluff exploded in all directions as I shot the gigantic teddy bear three times in head and body.

“Again!”, Charlie screamed next to me, ears protected with a big pair of earmuffs. I pierced the bear with three other shots and took the gun down.

“Charlie, you are the best!”, I laughed and shot that damn bear right between the eyes.

“I know.” With a smirk she grabbed a framed picture of me and my ex-boyfriend, “Are you ready?” I nodded and she threw the thing into the cold air. Two shots later, both, picture and frame fell in shreds from the sky.

“What the fuck is going on?!” An angry Dean stomped out of the front door of the bunker in the exact moment, that I drove another bullet into the hatred bear. Right behind him stood the other Winchester, a similarly puzzled expression on his face.

“We are shooting teddy bears! Isn’t that obvious?” Charlie stated as if it were something perfectly normal.

“I see that! What I wanted to know was WHY?!”

“Matt ditched her for another stupid girl.” Without a warning, she threw the next item in the air, another photo of me and Matt, with two more shots I destroyed the reminder of a now hatred memory.

“Apparently, he can’t be with somebody who is never there for him”, I added angrily.

“What a douche. Didn’t you missed that vamp hunt last week for him?”, Dean remarked.

“And last month, didn’t you gave up a ghoul because his hamster died?”, questioningly Sam turned to me, brows furrowed.

“Yes, and yes. I missed more than two dozen cases in the four months we were together. Heck! If it wasn’t it for you guys, I would have probably moved in with him next month!” Secretly, I wouldn’t move out of the bunker for anything. Since Chuck had brought Charlie back, I hadn’t left her side, the reason for that was probably my immense crush on her.

The only one that knew that I had the hots for the petite redhead, was Gabe, and even that had happened by accident. Despite being a huntress for nearly two decades, whisky and I never became friends, resulting in a drunk confession to a sugar high archangel who also were one of my closest friends. He and Charlie were also the only ones who knew about me being bi. Not that I was hiding it from the boys, the topic just never really came up. A rustle of wings behind us interrupted my train of thoughts and made me turn around.

“I’m concerned to hear that some poor bastard has dumped his beautiful, now ex-girlfriend!” Pouting, the youngest Archangel embraced me in a loving hug.

“How comes you already know?”, I asked one of my best friends.

“Archangel can feel if their closest ones are in sorrow”, he stated, clearly biting down a grin.

“Oh, is that so?” I still held the gun in my hand, fast I put the safety back on and stashed the piece in the back of my pants.

“No, Castiel texted me.” His straight mask broke and seconds later we were holding onto each other laughing, trying not to land in the dirty mud. After we regained our balance, Gabe greeted Charlie; Sam and Dean just got a slight nod.

“So who’s up for some bar hopping? Drinks are on me!”, Gabe finally exclaimed excitedly, “I found this great one in Cuba!“

“Why not? But neither Charlie or I speak Spanish”, I reminded him.

He snapped his fingers and simply said: “Done, now you both speak perfectly Spanish.”

“Uh, thanks”, a little confused I turned to Charlie, “Shall we proceed?”

“With delight my darling!” Laughing I drew my gun, reloaded it and took everything down she threw in the air. After watching us for a while, the Winchesters and the Archangel disappeared.

“Lizzy! Are you coming?”, Charlie yelled down the hall, obviously impatient. I grabbed my leather jacket from my chair and stormed out of my room,.

“Ready!”, slithering I stopped in front of my two best friends, “Just let me put on my boots.” I yelped in surprise as my boots disappeared out of my hand and materialised back at my feet.

“Thanks, but a little warning would’ve been nice.” I glared at Gabe. Charlie hadn’t said a word since I had appeared, which was very unusual for her.

“Charls? You alright?” With furrowed brows, I looked her up and down. She was wearing a dark star wars dress, a tardis necklace and black heels with an ankle band. Her fiery red hair fell open over her pale shoulders. Despite the high heels she still was several inches smaller than me. And she looked ravishing. 

“What?”, confused she looked at me, “Oh, yes. Everything fine. Let’s go!” Either something was wrong with my eyes, or Charlie, my longtime crush and best friend, just blushed. Gabe grabbed our wrists and with a flutter of wings, we were standing on a sidewalk in Cuba. As I had guessed it was very warm, even at night.

Quickly we went inside and sat down at the bar. Gabe ordered some drinks whose name I didn’t recognise. He, Charlie and me quickly downed your drinks and Charlie dragged me on the packed dancefloor. The music was so loud I felt the bass vibrating in my bones. I didn’t know what were in that drink, but is was definitely strong. My vision got blurry and couldn’t remember what had happened two seconds ago. I only knew that I was dancing with Charlie in a Cuban bar, high on music. Our body’s shifted together, I felt her breasts against mine, instinctively I laid my hands on her hips, feeling every movement she made. Unconsciously my arms found their way around Charlie’s neck, pulling her closer and closer until our bodies were pressed against each other, moving together. Like in trance I leant forward softly touching her lips with mine, testing the grounds, seeing how far I could go. I was expecting her pulling away, saying I wasn’t her type or something, but instead, Charlie kissed me back, cupping my cheeks, pulling me down at her height. Our lips moved together as If there were made for each other. I nibbled on her upper lip, roaming her body, trying to touch everything at once.  After some time, way too early for my liking, she pulled away panting. 

“W-wow”, she stammered pupils dilated and lips were swollen from the kiss.

“Yeah, wow.” With my thumb, I wiped away some of my lipstick that had smudged on her face.

“Home?”, I gushed hastily.

“Yes”, she affirmed. We stumbled back to the bar where Gabe was sipping on a cocktail, obviously watching us.

“Gabe”, I giggled, clinging on Charlie for support, “Gabe, can you send us home?”

“Already?”

“Gabriel, please!”, Charlie begged.

“Oh, I understand”, he looked from me to Charlie and back, and with his typical eyebrow-wiggle and a snap later we landed on my bed in the bunker.

Minds still clouded with alcohol, we quickly undressed and jumped under the covers. I didn’t know how long we went on but at some point, I fell asleep, the naked Charlie cradled in my arms.

I was woken by my bladder, demanding to be emptied. Slowly I peeled Charlie’s arms off me, smiling at her disheveled hair, putting some comfortable clothes on and made my way to the toilets. Relieved, I decided to pay the kitchen a visit. If my inner clock were right it should be breakfast time.

“Morning sleepyhead”, Dean greeted me grinning.

“What time is it?”, I yawned.

“Around one pm. Man you slept longer than me.”

“Shut up, Winchester.” I grabbed the cereal box and the milk heading over to the table.  

“Oh someone is grumpy!”, he snickered. Growing I took my cereal bowl and a spoon and moved into the library. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Crowley, who was sitting at one of the tables.

“Long night, love?”, he asked, taking my yawn as a yes.

“Who of you knuckleheads took the last cereals!”, a voice echoed through the bunker. Before I could react my favourite redhead appeared. Hair still messy from our late-night-activities.

“Sorry!” I apologized.

“No problem, as log you share with me.” She hopped on my lap, snatching the spoon out of my hand and shoving a big load of cornflakes in her mouth. As she sat on my lap, happily munching I noticed she wasn’t wearing pants, only her pink panties, her ass only partly covered by my shirt.

“Hey! Don’t eat everything alone!” I exclaimed.

“Okay. Open your mouth!” Clumsily she turned around so that she was straddling me. I did as I’ve been told and was rewarded with a spoon full of soggy cereal.

“Thank you darling”

“Your welcome” she answered, giving me a peck on the lips.

“Okay. What did I miss?” Dean demanded to know, making us jump.

“Last night, Dean-o!”, another voice joined in, the angel patting the older brother on the shoulder.

“So I gather, my mother’s spell worked?” Frowning I turned to the King of hell.

“What spell?”, I tried to keep my voice calm, I knew something was off about that drink.

“Oh, our little angel asked me for the location of my mother, he said he were in need of a spell but didn’t explain what spell”, Crowley explained, “Was I a love or a libido spell?”

“Gabriel!”, I shouted, standing up with Charlie still in my lab. She quickly jumped down, knowing what would follow.

“You little, feathered bastard!” With pure horror on his face, he took off into the labyrinth of corridors.

#unnatural-humanity #reader x charlie #charlie bradbury #supernatural #fluff