#I will always bow down to Ten’s “I’m being very very calm” kind of anger because it is fieeerrrceeeeee

[nikkialena]

A Clone’s Desire

You were a rookie padawan who’d finally been selected after a long waiting period at the jedi temple; you were more than a bit excited to finally be out in the field, not like you didn’t enjoy master Yoda’s company and his wise teaching but you couldn’t help but tremble at the idea of being with your very own master and a trooper squadron. Which is why you were superstitiously checking your reflection in the mirror; you wanted everything to be perfect because apparently there were going to be a few 501st clones in you’re squadron, your heart raced a mile a minute as you began scouring your features in the mirror for any kind of flaws. 

A knock at the door made goosebumps spread across your skin; you were both nervous and afraid and about two seconds from puking but you pulled yourself together, swallowing the lump in your throat you reached for the bathroom handle with trembling fingertips.

 “Your a secret weapon, your going to help the jedi and end the war you are amazing” you muttered to to yourself trying to hype yourself up; you side eyed yourself in the mirror taking one last glance over you’re general appearance, you were dressed in a sleeveless black crop top with a little patch in the middle revealing a bit of cleavage.  

A leather utility belt sat lopsided on your waist right above a pair of baggy black camo pants with about fifteen pockets; you had a dozen different varieties of trinkets shoved in your many pockets, Yoda loathed when you did that, always saying how it would anker you down. But you always brushed him off mumbling something along the lines of I got this; taking a deep breath you tried to make yourself stand tall as you opened the door to your room, you glanced around your room making sure everything looked right. Sniffing the air you sighed thankful it smelt decent; another knock on the door made shivers dance down your spine but you slapped your cheeks and put on your tough face, “one minute” you called out as you stood in front of your bedroom mirror trying to decide if you looked presentable. You checked your dark skin in the reflection and tugged the scrunchy from your lucious {h/c} allowing your beautiful curls to spill down your back and along your shoulders, after tearing your eyes away from the mirror you briskly walked towards the door and ripped it open before you could second guess yourself for the fifth time. Standing in front of your door frame was an auburn  haired man with a small beard dressed in nearly all white robes; the only color on him being his reddish shoes and brownish undergarments and piercing blue eyes.  

“Ah I see you’ve finally decided to join us [Y/N]; well I hope you're ready for your first mission because we leave in fifteen minutes, but first I’d like you to rendezvou with the troopers and introduce yourself. We’ll be holding a mission debriefing in ten minutes in the cockpit; please do try and make sure every detail is crucial on the battlefield. Oh and uh welcome to the team padawan I look forward to working with you. Lets hope you turn out better than Anakin”, he muttered that last part more so to himself you weren’t exactly sure what to do so you bowed and mumbled a soft “yes sensei”.  

He gave you a cheeky smile before walking down the corridor and disappearing down a hall, casting one last glance to the mirror you sighed and forced yourself out the room, you weren’t exactly sure where the clones were. So you kinda wandered aimlessly until you bumped into one dressed in a bulky white suit with the occasional splashes of orange decorating his helmet and armor, at first he didn’t notice you no one ever did. When you were designed you were significantly shorter than most of the clones; standing at a measly five feet and four inches but what you lacked in height you made up for in curves.  Finally noticing you the trooper took off his helmet and saluted you giving you just enough time to scope him out; he had tanned skin rich brown eyes and a short raven colored buzz cut, a strange marking sat just above his right eye and you held back the urge to trace it with your fingers. “Hello, I’m Sergeant Cody but most people just call me CC-2224, you must be General Kenobi’s news padawan..um [Y/N] was it?” 

 As his eyes shifted to you, you felt yourself shrink under the intensity of his gaze. The way his chocolate eyes bore deep into your soul almost made you feel naked, “uh yea that’s me” you managed to squeak cursing yourself for sounding so cowardly. For a second his brows lowered as he looked and took in your features but it vanished as quick as it came, however you noticed this and grumbled softly you knew that look all too well. It was that aren’t you a bit young to be a padawan? Which you despised, “I’ll have you know Sergeant Cody I’m twenty” you spat venom creeping into your tone, the look of shock on his face was equally annoying but just like before it melted away so quickly if you hadn’t been paying attention you wouldn’t have noticed. Yet another gift from your makers; most people mistook you for a fifteen or sixteen year old and it was fun at first, but it quickly got annoying. You both just stood in awkward silence, you glaring at him while he avoided eye contact; it wasn’t until another person came up to you that you stopped your death stare and he seemed to sigh in relief. 

The approaching male was tall with cream colored skin, short brown wavy hair swept backwards and soft blue eyes, he had a tiny little scratch on his left eyebrow and a cocky looking smirk etched on his features. Unlike the other males you’ve seen he was almost completely dressed in black, or at least a very dark brown you weren’t exactly sure but you weren’t given much time to dwell on it due to him swinging one arm around your neck and pulling you in for a nuggie. 

“Hey, squirt look at you all grown up and ready to become a jedi it pleases me that you’re my replacement” he hummed while deliberately ruffling your hair, at first you were dumbfounded and very pissed off that this random douchebag not only forcibly hugged you but also messed up your hair you worked so hard to neaten. But your anger quickly fizzled out as realization settled in and your frowned only deepened, “oh Anakin it’s you how ya been?” You asked, trying to readjust your hair as he let you go and began walking making you and Cody follow, “well you know squirt the usual” he said motioning with a flick of wrist into the air.

 “So getting in trouble and causing problems for everyone else” you sang earning a snort from Cody quickly covered by a discrete series of coughs, Anakin’s cheeks turned a soft shade of red for a moment before he brushed your comment off “they call it trouble I call it creative thinking”. “No I can assure you there’s nothing creative about your fighting methods, it's just destructive” a familiar voice interjected into your conversation, you turned to be greeted by the same warm smile from your sensei as he waited leaned up against a wall surrounded by a couple of troopers.

 Anakin just scoffed and slapped you on the shoulder a bit roughly; “this guys a riot you're sure to have an amazing time under his watch” the sarcasm in his words was so thick you could almost feel it. Obi Wan just rolled his eyes at his former pupil and motioned for you to enter the cockpit, the meeting began and you just kinda sunk into the back as the generals and the troopers made plans. It’s not like you weren’t paying attention but you just felt so out of place here amongst all these skilled soldiers; sure you were well trained. 

I mean freaking Yoda supervised you in the temple, but you’d never been on the battlefield before and it was kinda frightening. “First time in the meeting room” a gentle voice voice whispered, snapping you out of your train of thought, shifting your gaze to your right you were met with a Togurta with bright crystal blue eyes, peachy orange skin and beautiful whit markings scattered across her face. 

“How can you tell” you mumbled while letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding; she smiled and pointed at your fingers drumming against your thighs, ‘oh that’ you thought to yourself of course your body betrayed you it always has. “Yea, I’m fresh out the temple” you whispered and she nodded slowly eyes flickering back to the talking men, “well you don’t have to be so nervous we’re not doing anything to dangerous just pushing back a couple of seppies out of a potential base area” that calms you down just a little bit.”Doesn’t sound to hard” you mused with a soft smile on your face “don’t jinx it” she hissed confusing you, “what?” 

 She looked at you with a quirked brow “haven't you ever seen a movie, whenever someone says oh that was too easy it gets significantly harder so don’t jinx it”, you nodded in understanding just as you both got called on the carpet, “I’m sorry are we boring you ladies or do you have something to add to the battle plans?” You heard the girl next to you swallow thickly as all eyes turned to both of you and you felt slightly responsible, so stepping up you tried your best not to try and sound like an idiot, “Um well actually we’re trying to push our way into separtiest base right?” A soldier dressed in white and blue gave an acute nod all the while glaring at you with his chilling golden eyes, “well I think it would be wise if I was on the frontlines while the troopers distract the seppies I could sneak in and create an opening for them” you added hopefully but were met with hard stares. 

“And just how would you go about that padawan?” The clone in blue growled through his helmet you didn’t need to see his eyes to see the look of doubt written across his face, this annoyed the crap out of you and you allowed a bit of spite to slip into your voice “oh well simple that’s a need to know bais trooper and woulda look at that your not on the list pity”. 

You poked out your bottom lip and faked a tear as everyone kind of stared at you in shock; you swear you saw Obi Wan’s eye twitch as he muttered something like oh great and Anakin just had the cheesiest smile on his face. He wrapped his arm around your neck again and pulled you in for a hug; “did I forget to mention we were best friends at the temple”, everyone in the room seemed to tense at that knowledge and General Kenobi sighed. “Lucky me then; that’s not how you speak to your superiors [Y/N] but we’ll talk about that later, just what do you have in mind miss [Y/N]?”  You smiled confidently and crossed your arms across your chest pushing up your breast a smidge, “well like I said I’m not supposed to go talking about it willy nilly sensei orders from the jedi council, but I can tell you and general skywalker but that’ll have to wait because we have a mission just trust me I got this.”

 The blue clone scoffed a bit watching how intensely General Kenobi was watching you, “you can’t be serious general you're going to leave this to a shiny padawan” he spat a little louder than intended sensei stroked his beard before sighing. “The jedi counsel sent her to aid us even though she’s fresh she must be capable of extraordinary things, I’m trusting you [Y/N] the whole republic is counting on this base can you really accomplish what you're saying?” You felt pride swell in your chest as saluted him “Just leave it to me sir they don’t call me blitz for nothing”, the ride down to the planet was filled with silence as you mentally prepped yourself for the upcoming battle “here goes nothing” you muttered softly as the doors to the dropship creaked open.

#captain rex x reader #thebadbatch #obi wan kenobi #anakin and ahsoka #fanfiction #kinkyshit #lemon #romance #star wars #fuff

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Sweet but psycho...

For the lovely @ronaldrx​

Hope it will cheer you up!

TW: Mentions of violence, strong language, sexual undertones, murder.

At the Black Mask Club, Roman Beauvais Sionis was sitting in his favorite place, drinking his Martini.

While doing so, he observed the patrons of his nightclub dancing or getting drunk on the dancefloor. 

"Pathetic!" he snarled as he sipped his glass.

"Sure, boss. But let's say it's a necessary devil as they make you rich!" suggested Victor.

"You mean necessary evil? You got the point, Vic: at least, they contributed to my lifestyle!"

"Besides, boss: are you sure that they are all pathetic?" grinned his henchman as he glanced at the dancefloor where a specific young man was dancing.

"Oh, Victor: you know he is the exception!" cooed Roman as he glimpsed at his lover (Y/N), who swayed his hips on the rhythm of the music.

(Y/N) (L/N), the only man Roman Sionis was devoted to. They were dating for 6 months, and the mob boss treated his boyfriend like a prince. It was an understatement to say that Black Mask adored his lover.

"It was nice of your boyfriend to invite us here!" said Mindy, a little brunette.

"Yeah, sure! And he was not obliged to!" added Sam, an Afro-American.

"Don't worry about that: it was his pleasure! Moreover, he never refused something that I asked nicely!" smiled (Y/N).

"Of course, but your boyfriend is one of the most powerful men of Gotham! I don't think he would care about some commoners like us!" pointed Shanna, a blonde girl.

"Nah, don't worry! Roman knows how much you mean to me. And he will do anything to please me!"

"Speaking of the devil, did you notice that he is checking you out since you start dancing with us?" grinned Sam.

Slightly eyeing, (Y/N) noticed his lover's intense gaze at him.

Smirking, the young man had an idea.

"Well, I see he likes it. What if I put up a show?"

"What do you have in mind?" giggled Shanna.

"Wait and see, Shanni. You won't get disappointed!" sneered (Y/N) as he climbed on a table.

"I think I'm gonna like your idea, dude!" squealed Mindy as she climbed on the next table and started dancing again.

Soon, Sam and Shanna climbed on another table and swang on the rhythm with delight.

The other patrons cheered loudly as (Y/N) danced with all his passion.

"I think he caught you!" smiled Victor as he drank his glass of vodka.

"Indeed. And I thought I was discreet!"

"Not enough for him!"

"I guess so..." trailed Roman as he was amazed by his lover dancing on the table.

He could not take his eyes off of the athletic body swaying on the beat. And to spicy up things, the song hypnotized Sionis:

Oh, she's sweet but a psycho!

A little bit psycho

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Oh, she's hot but a psycho!

So left, but she's right though

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Grab a cop gun. Kinda crazy

She's poison but tasty,

Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away."

'Cause she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Sweet but psycho... An accurate depiction of (Y/N), indeed. For those who knew well his lover, Roman can say that he had two distinctive personalities: the first one, sweet and loving, was kept for his loved ones, whereas the other was more wicked and twisted. A part of (Y/N) that scared his enemies...

Meanwhile, (Y/N) continued to dance along with his friends.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"What, Mindy?"

"I think Roman loves the show if you see what I mean..."

"I see it, yes... Perhaps should I take the next step?"

"What does it mean?"

"Admire the artist, baby!" the young man smirked as he took off his shirt under the excited cheers of the habitues.

Once topless, he continued dancing as he provocatively moved his hips and his upper body, glancing at Roman with a mischievous smile.

Watching this desirable view, Sionis get turn on. He swore to God that (Y/N) drove him crazy every time. 

Victor noticed the lustful glance of his boss: looks like the two lovers will have fun tonight...

Nevertheless, Zsasz admitted that the presence of (Y/N) in his boss life was a blessing. Indeed, the young man was able to calm down Roman when the latter had his terrifying fits of anger. He was his most valued ally when his boss was enraged...

He would not say that they were friends, but, at least, they respected each other, which was enough for the scarred man.

Suddenly, the song ended, and the clients loudly applauded (Y/N)'s performance. The young man bowed, saluting his audience before he puts his shirt on, gets down from the table, and walked towards the place where Roman and Victor were.

"I hope you fancy the performance, baby!" smiled (Y/N) as he sat close to his boyfriend.

"I did not miss a part of it, my little prince! Gosh, you're an amazing dancer!" laughed Roman as he kissed his lover's forehead.

"Thank you, handsome!"

"I confirm: he was not able to take his eyes off of you!" snickered Zsasz.

"I did not ask your opinion, Vic!" growled the mobster.

"Don't grumpy, Roman: I thought you had fun!" cutely pouted (Y/N).

He felt Roman's grip tighten around his waist as he heard him mutter at his ear:

"I am eager for another type of fun if you know what I mean!"

"So am I!" 

"I suppose you two lovebirds want to be alone at the penthouse tonight?" grinned Victor.

"Unfortunately. Sorry, Vic!"

"That's the rule!" shrugged the henchman.

(Y/N)'s friends arrived near the table, glasses in their hands.

"May we sit with us?" politely asked Mindy.

"Please, be my guests. My sweet boy's friends are always welcomed!"

The three young people sat near (Y/N) and started a charming conversation with Roman. When he was not terrifying people, Sionis could be an elegant and cultivated man with excellent manners.

They talked until the young adults decided to come back home, as the club was about to close. 

"Alright, let's go! We have to find a cab!" declared Sam as he put his coat on.

"Leaving already? Well, I guess good things come to an end!"

"Don't worry, sweetie: we'll do it again next Friday! Besides, I want to be in a clean state of mind for my job!" laughed Shanna as she pecked (Y/N) on the cheek.

"Okay, I understand! Be careful!"

"Don't worry! See you later, pretty boy! Goodbye, Mr. Sionis!" waved Mindy.

"Have a good night! You are always welcome here!" smiled Roman.

As the three left the room, the criminal sighed:

"You have nice friends, (Y/N)."

"I know: they are like my second family. They are so kind to me..."

"Speaking of that..." grinned Sionis as he tightened his grip on the young man's hip.

"You've been a very naughty boy, you know? Getting me horny like that... That behavior deserves a punishment!"

"I am sure what awaits me once we come back to the penthouse..." laughed (Y/N) as he sat on Roman's lap, dominating him with a triumphant grin.

"Provocative, cheeky, arrogant... Boy, you're my type!" chuckled the latter while letting his fingers running along the legs of his lover.

"SIONIS!" boomed a masculine voice.

"Oh, fuck! What again?" growled Roman.

Suddenly, around ten armed thugs appeared in the club, scaring habitues who fled.

"Step aside, baby. Looks like I have some business!" muttered Roman, gently pushing (Y/N) on the couch.

Once the night club was empty, Roman asked:

"What's the problem, gentlemen?"

"You're the problem, Sionis. You stole territories from Boss Maroni, and he did not like it!" snarled the leader of the thugs.

"Who cares about what this old jackass would say? If he is not capable of handling his districts, I take his place!"

"Shut up!" barked one of the gunmen, aiming his rifle at Roman.

"Who the fuck you think you are? Nobody talks to Roman Sionis wit that tone!"

"You're not in the position to tell us what to do! If you want to see the sunlight, tell your scarred lapdog to step back!"

Victor stayed silent, but his gaze was murderous. He was in the mood to peel off some faces tonight...

As for (Y/N), he tried to escape without being caught, but unfortunately, one of the mugs noticed him and pointed his gun at him.

"Not so fast, sugar baby. Where do you think you're going, huh? If you don't want to see your boss ending up like a colander, you sit down!"

The nickname made the young man twitch: nobody called him like that! 

"You're so pathetic..." he grumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf, you twat? I said that you and all your little jerks are pathetic! Don't you want to know why?"

"My patience is growing thin!" roared the mug as he put the barrel of his gun between (Y/N)'s eyes.

However, he felt unease when he saw the growing smile on (Y/N)'s face. A deranged, twisted smile that promised nothing good...

"Why do you smile?"

"You made several mistakes when you arrived here, you know? First of all, you believed that you can walk in there and threatening us without suffering the consequences: how wrong you are!"

"You think so? While you prattle, all Roman's guys are busy dealing with Boss Maroni's henchmen! You won't get away this time!"

"Secondly, I am not Roman's sugar baby, you moron: I am his boyfriend! And thirdly, I am not a defenseless sweet boy... I am worse!"

And, without warning, he drew a blade out of his jacket and slit his opponent's throat, killing him. 

It allowed Roman and Victor to fight back and eliminate the other gunmen. A few minutes later, only three thugs were severely wounded but alive. Probably not for long...

"Well, it was easier than I expected!" stated Sionis.

"Sure, Boss!" answered Zsasz as he started to peel off the face of a corpse.

"Ew, Victor! Seriously, can't you just wait to be in the warehouse?" frowned Roman.

Soon after, Roman's henchmen appeared in the club.

"Sorry, Boss: we've been ambushed by the rest of the group! They planned this for a long time!"

"You're fucking lucky that we're alive! Are there survivors?"

"A few plus those three. In total, we have a dozen of Maroni's men!"

"Perfect! Now, clean this mess up: I want to open the club tomorrow night!"

"Yes, sir!"

"And bring those fuckers out of there! The warehouse would be fine!"

"Does it mean I'll have fun?" asked Victor with a sadistic smile.

"Of course, Vic! They're all yours! Consider it as your reward for tonight!"

"Thanks, boss."

Soon after, (Y/N) and Roman were alone in the club. The mob boss turned and glanced at his boyfriend.

"Oh, baby boy: you always made me proud!" he exclaimed as he wiped out the bloodstains on his lover's face.

"I could not let them threatening you without intervene!"

"And you were right, my beloved."

He kissed his boyfriend.

"My perfect little psycho!"

"My handsome sadistic gangster!"

"Oh, I like that. So, what if we're going back to the penthouse and having all the fun I promised earlier?"

"I can't wait, darling! Shall we go?"

"Your wish is my command, my prince!"

Later, as the two terrible beloveds were making love with all the passion they had, Roman thought that nothing could replace his sweet but murderous boyfriend.

After all, (Y/N) was lovely but deadly as hell. And he would never get tired of it.

Provocative, cheeky, arrogant, sexy, smart, deadly, and in love. The embodiment of perfection for the bad-tempered and cruel boss of Gotham.

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you enjoy the story!

See you later and I’m looking for your requests!

#requests #dceu #birds of prey #roman sionis #black mask #victor zsasz #ewan mcgregor #chris messina #patrick schwarzenegger

[sylverstorms]

Unexpected

Fandom: Bloodbound (Set until early book 2 because after that it died for me)

Pairing: Priya Lacroix x MC (Rose)

Warnings: Priya. You all know what that includes.

A/N: Here you go, anon. I went a bit farther than expected with this one. Also a bit sexier than intended, but Priya is to blame for that, I’m totally innocent. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt by:

They’d done this dance a few times, before.

Rose knew it wasn’t smart. Not even remotely so. It was wrong and dangerous and every time she went to her she willingly flirted with death itself. Priya was not exactly the epitome of self-control. She was wild, untamed, utterly selfish. She always took too much –and Rose had been dizzy for the entire day after their nights together.

But.

She needed it.

She needed the sensation only Priya could provide. That of letting it all slip away, the mess that had become of her life, of letting herself surrender in ecstatic bliss. The adrenaline of licking a razor and coming out uncut. Equal parts freedom and fear; the burning of her muscles and rapid pounding of her heart making it all ten times more intense. She needed her to feel alive.

That night, however… was different.

Because as much as Rose wanted to forget being kidnapped by Gaius, the trauma was still too fresh. Her mind needed Priya to make it disappear, but her body wasn’t in line with the idea. Every ardent touch to her shoulder, pressed too tightly by Jameson when he’d forced her to sit beside his master, sent a sharp wave of pain across her form.

Rose had tried to close her eyes and focus on the soft, insistent lips lavishing her neck with sucks and bites from yet-blunt teeth. On the hand moving higher up her thigh and hiking her dress along with it. She could certainly feel the arousal pooling low in her belly and lower, aching between her legs. But. Every time Priya’s fingers curled into the skin of her shoulder –she was none-too-gentle with her strength— she’d shut her eyelids in something other than pleasure. Tears, of pain, of frustration, were fought down.

Until the vampire’s ministrations stilled. Her lips broke away from Rose’s neck, moving further back, until a pair of extremely dark, hungry eyes were looking into her own. And they weren’t pleased.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” she demanded, fangs flashing underneath her lips in barely-restrained anger.

Because you don’t like your toys faulty before you break them yourself. Rose thought but couldn’t say. “It’s not that bad.” she lied, somehow maintaining a straight face, though her voice did waver at the end.

Priya’s hand traveled from her shoulder to her chin, curling there. It was tight, but it wasn’t painful. “Why did you come here injured, doll? Don’t you know how stupid that is?”

Because I needed you.

Rose gave up on trying to lie. She huffed and shook her head out of the hold, pulling up the strap of her dress Priya had pushed down, swinging her legs, previously over the designer’s, back down. She thought to leave while she still had her dignity. While the fragility she’d been feeling since she opened her eyes in that dark room Gaius had thrown her in didn’t shatter her entirely.

Priya’s hand fell to her arm, locking her in place before she could even attempt to stand. “Did I say we were done?” the vampire asked, one perfectly arched eyebrow raised.

“Aren’t we?” Rose asked, a hint of agitation slipping into her tone.

“I cancelled my plans for the night for you, you think you can just dump me here, bored to death?” the designer asked, in a way that implied ‘if you’re planning to do that, you’re not leaving here alive’.

“Your mansion has, like,” Rose immediately replied, baffled. “Everything.” There was a swimming pool. A jacuzzi. Hell, even a fucking cinema.

“That’s beside the point.” Priya raised a dismissive hand.

How is that beside the point?? Rose opened her mouth. Closed it. No use arguing with Priya. “Alright, then, what? You want to watch a movie together?” she said it just for sake of saying it. Something equally absurd to how the vampire was being.

Except.

The designer seemed to consider it. And then… “Antonio!” she called, clapping her hands as though calling a dog. The skimpily-dressed houseboy dashed out of a side room and bowed in front of them. “Prepare that one movie I wanted to see.”

“R-Right away!” he hurriedly scurried off.

Priya stood with all the grace of a queen, Rose’s hand grasped in hers. “Come on.” she urged, guiding her along to the cinema, while the human remained utterly speechless. She pinched herself for good measure, discreetly, because what was even happening?

They took the massive, joined seats at the middle of the dark room, more like a couch than anything else. Rose had been stressing over how close to sit, but Priya made the decision for her, pulling her almost to her lap. Don’t blush, don’t blush…

“Is this the kind of movie I normally wouldn’t watch with anyone else?” Rose asked, perhaps to rid herself of her anxiety, because this new dynamic between them left her too unsure and giddy to be comfortable. Sex was safe –well, not in the literal sense— and she didn’t think or stress over it anymore. But this?

Priya made a grimace. Then smirked. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Rose had honestly expected a high-class porno film, or anything among those lines. But other than one or two drawn-out lesbian sex scenes, it was… surprisingly normal. The plot was even good, from what little of it she had managed to focus on. Because her attention wasn’t so much on the screen as the woman next to her, whose nails were absent-mindedly running over her thigh, whose arm was hot iron around her waist.

“Rose.” Priya said, like a reprimand, dropping her chin to her uninjured shoulder. “Your heart’s beating too loud, it’s distracting.”

“What can I possibly do about that?” the secretary asked.

“Relax~” the designer said, rocking her a tiny bit in her arms. An airy laugh bubbled out of her, but she found her cheek dropping against Priya’s conditioner-scented, impossibly soft hair anyway. She didn’t know what possessed her to turn the slightest bit into her.

She tried, very hard, in that moment, not to think that their outlines didn’t look like a casual hookup, but something else.

At the next sex scene, Rose felt Priya’s lips touch her neck and only pushed her head back in response. The vampire bit her, a quick flash of pain and then blissful pleasure and intimacy… that lasted only for a moment. Unusually quick, she licked the wound clean and eased back.

What…? Rose was dazed and beyond a little bit aroused. Torn, between wanting more and not tempting her luck further for one night. She turned to look at Priya’s face, but the vampire’s visage was calm, almost too calm, eyes fixed on the screen.

Illuminated by the soft blue light coming from the movie, the designer was stunning, a picture, a painting, something otherworldly and for once not in an aggressive way. Rose felt magnetized; drawn, in a way she never had been, before. She hadn’t realized how close she’d leaned until her lips were pressing to the corner of Priya’s inviting mouth.  

“Hon, I swear, I’m trying to watch this…” she let out a low hiss, but brushed her lips over Rose’s despite her words. “…but you’re making it extremely difficult.” Crimson nails dug into her waist, almost painfully.

It wasn’t even that Rose was that horny. Well, she was, but she wanted the closeness of that bite with Priya again, far more than an orgasm. Despite the warning, she turned further into the vampire, kissing her fully on the lips. Their mouths locked together, tongues sliding in unison, soft sucks followed by softer sounds.

They remained that way for far too long, in no hurry to separate.

Rose dropped her head to Priya’s clavicle when they finally parted, daring not draw a single breath until the end of the movie, which they already missed the biggest part of.

She absolutely wasn’t blushing.

#BloodBound #priya lacroix #priya x mc #what do you mean she's not a LI? #lies #asks #prompt #request #pixelberry #choices stories you play #playchoices #fanfiction

[lovelivingmydreams]

A story by heroes and villains Roman Castile: Prince

To bring out your inner truth, to stand by your friends. To be the hero of your own story.

The very next day he came out as gay to the school.

He walked through the hallways with his head held high, a confident cadence in his step. He knew that he was getting stares all over and that was rather the point.

When he walked into his first homeroom of the year he was pleasantly surprised to see Virgil there, and no Janus.

Upon seeing him Virgil’s eyes widened. Roman strode in proudly and sat himself on the empty desk next to Virgil’s, his back to the front, feet on the chair and planting his new sparkling, rainbow, backpack next to him, and dragging a hand to his matching hair.

“You are extremely extra any chance you get aren’t you?” Virgil chuckled.

“I am,” Roman agreed as he took off his jacket revealing the full extent of his once white, now rainbow colored shirt, which proudly read ‘I’m a Gay Disney Prince!’. The writing was part of the original shirt. Except for the ‘gay’ bit. That, Roman added himself while he dyed the shirt by using duct tape to write out the letters, paint the shirt and then take of the tape to leave one white word to contrast against the colorful shirt.

So he was pretty much a walking rainbow with a neon-sign on his chest.

It couldn’t be more clear if he shouted it at the top of his lungs. Or maybe if he kissed a guy in front of the whole school. But he wasn’t that extra and the guy he’d want to kiss would not appreciate the gesture.

“Well it looks good on you,” Virgil complemented and Roman made a bow.

“Why thank you, mi caballero guapo,” he teased. Just then their homeroom teacher came in and made introductions, prompting Roman to take his seat, while she handed out their schedules.

Roman looked over at Virgil’s and grinned widely.

“We have almost every class together!” he exclaimed excitedly. Sure the odds were in their favor considering they had the same homeroom, but it wasn’t a guarantee. Last year he’d shared homeroom with André and only had two classes in common.

“Aside from our electives that is. Why am I not surprised you’re taking drawing classes? Though you don’t really need the extra help. You are amazing as you are. Which reminds me. Did you think about sending in your designs?” When Roman looked up he saw that 1 his face and Virgil’s were much to close and 2 he was overwhelming Virgil with his fast paced rambling.

He sat up straight as fast as he could. “Sorry. Got a bit ahead of myself there,” he apologized.

Virgil blushed and looked away to stare at his hands that were tugging at his hoodie in his lap.

Roman tried his best not to hope that the color shining through the foundation was because his neighbor was at least a little into him. ‘He is uncomfortable for god’s sake! For once in your life try to not make it about yourself!’ he thought to himself.

“No problem… Well… I don’t know. You really think he’d want it?” Virgil asked awkwardly.

“Are you kidding? If I were forced in that atrocious ‘crime against fashion’ as you adequately called it, I’d be wishing on every star for a new outfit. And what you have drawn up. It’s not just an answer to his every prayer, it’s the most awesome costume he could ever hope for.”

Virgil offered him that adorable half smile of his and looked down. “Alright… I’ll send it in… But with some adjustments and under an alias,” he insisted.

“How about Dante?” Roman offered. He’d still know it was Virgil no matter what alias he’d choose. But BS and the others didn’t need to know who exactly designed his new look.

Virgil nodded. “Sounds good,” he agreed with the smallest smile.

Before Roman could ask what he was thinking about that made him smile, the door opened and none other than Janus strolled in.

“Mr. Bullard. So kind of you to join us,” the teacher noted displeased as she handed him his schedule.

Roman noticed Virgil’s good mood disappearing as soon as he walked in. Now Roman thought about it, while he got a rather detailed report on his neighbor’s summer, Janus hadn’t been mentioned once. Had Virgil and Janus gotten into a fight? Did this have something to do with the canceled plans Virgil mentioned right before the lamp came down?

Janus more or less ignored the teacher and looked around, eyes landing on Roman with contempt and narrowing when they spotted Virgil next to him.

He walked over. “Move, that’s my seat,” he growled.

“De ninguna manera. You want to sit with the coolest kid in school, get here on time,” Roman taunted confidently. He wasn’t scared of him and he wouldn’t leave Virgil with someone he seemed to want to distance himself from.

“Excuse me?” Janus’ eyes narrowed and he raised a fist as if preparing to punch him. Roman didn’t even blink.

“Mr. Bullard! Seat! Now!” the teacher insisted. Bullard glared at Roman one last time before looking at Virgil expectantly. “You heard the teacher Jan. Just go,” the purple wonder huffed.

Janus blinked a few times in disbelieve. Then his face hardened and he went to sit on an empty desk to their left.

“Good. As I was saying, I hope the rest of the year will go without any more incidents like yesterday. Mr. Anker, Mr. Castile, I speak for the whole school when I say that we are happy to see you two are back and unfazed by yesterday’s incident,” the teacher offered kindly.

“Thank you Mrs. Foster,” Virgil muttered a little embarrassed.

“I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of my radiant presence for another day,” Roman jested with a smirk. Causing his classmates to laugh. Well, most, Janus looked like he wanted to glare a hole in his head.

Roman ignored him. Virgil was chuckling next to him and that was a million times more interesting.

The teacher continued with taking attendance and going over all the basic first day announcements. When the bell rang Roman walked with Virgil to his locker, which happened to be only ten away from his. Virgil stayed with him as he retrieved his things and they talked about their homeroom teacher who seemed to be nice but firm. Something they could appreciate.

“Where are we headed next?” Roman asked as he dug into the back of his locker where his pencil case was currently hiding from him.

“Um…” he could hear Virgil digging through his backpack. He’d seen Virgil memorize their schedule earlier. He assumed that Virgil’s anxiety caused him to double check if he remembered right. Which wasn’t a bad thing to be honest. Better safe than sorry right?

“Hey!” Virgil exclaimed behind him. Roman dropped the case and turned around to find Janus looking over Virgil’s schedule with a frown.

“How can we have no classes together? I thought we were going to take sociology?”

“No!” Virgil stated firmly as he snatched the paper back. “You were. I tried to tell you that I wanted to do art, and you didn’t listen. Like usual,” Virgil bit at him before looking at Roman.

“We’re in building C. Let’s go,” he huffed. Roman nodded, picked up the case and shut his locker.

“Virge come on!” Janus objected frantically as he ran out in front of them, keeping them from making their way to class. “You are mad, I get it, I’m sorry okay? Can’t we talk about this? We always work things out,” he pleaded. Roman almost felt sorry for him. He looked genuinely terrified of losing Virgil’s friendship.

Virgil squared his shoulders and lifted his head.

“My decision is final J. I’m done enabling your behavior. I thought I was helping you out, but I was making it worse. I can’t protect you anymore… You are right. Sometimes we have to do what’s best for us. And for me, that is not being around you anymore.” Roman could tell that this was hard on Virgil. So when Janus reached out for him he went to stand in between them.

“He’s asking you to back off. Give him some space.”

Janus’ face went from pleading to murderous in a second. Next thing Roman knew he was pushed against a locker. “Stay out of it Chapero!” He said the slur in a mocking tone, with a purposefully horrible accent. Roman found himself letting out a growl as he turned their position around.

“You better not know what you just called me,” he warned.

“I don’t say anything I don’t mean. Payaso,” Janus taunted.

“Roman! What’s going on? Let him go. Let’s just go to class. Please.” Roman looked to Virgil, recalling that stress wasn’t good for him. “Sorry. You’re right. We’ll be late,” he sighed, letting go of the other teens collar and following Virgil, trying to calm himself down.

“Get to class Jan!” Virgil instructed his former friend.

“This isn’t over!” Janus replied. He didn’t come after them though. Good, Roman wouldn’t be able to refrain from using his powers a second time.

When they got outside and headed to building C Virgil laid his hand on Roman’s shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked worriedly.

Was he okay? “I’ll be fine, just pissed off. How about you? He was your friend for a long time right?” he asked instead.

Virgil sighed sadly. “He lives in the house next to mine. We basically grew up together I guess. And I tried to protect him from bullies as best I could, you know because of,” Virgil gestured to the left side of his face and Roman nodded in understanding.

“I didn’t realize he isn’t that same kid anymore. I guilted myself into sticking with him.

He was my friend, if I didn’t help him who would? He needed me. He stuck with me too. You get the picture. When he told me to take the same elective as him. I had enough. I told you about the summer camp I went to. What I didn’t mention was that it was a camp where they teach you to stand up for yourself. ‘your needs are important too’ and all that stuff. So when I got home I asked my dad to help me convince the principal to make sure I shared as little classes with him as possible. I felt shitty doing it. But at camp I also learned that me tolerating Jan so long isn’t helping him. Mrs. Danvers was on the right path when she separated us last year. We both need to learn be us without the other. And maybe when we’ve figured that out, we can try again.”

Roman nodded along, his anger finally calming down completely.

“What did he say?” Virgil asked. “Janus likes to brag that he is fluent in Spanish and French. I didn’t know he’d also learned slang.”

“He learned slang alright,” Roman huffed, back in a bad mood.

“I’m pretty sure he was just trying to get a rise out of me, which succeeded.” Why did he let that stupid word get to him? He should’ve just let it go.

“You sure you want to know?” he asked, not wanting to be the cause of more discord for his classmate.

“Yes. If it upset you that much, I do,” Virgil said firmly.

“Alright. Payaso, means clown,” Roman told him. Virgil nodded waiting for the other one. The one that had made Roman nearly see red.

“And… Chapero,” he felt his face reflect the distaste he felt just saying it. “It means- It refers to my…”

Roman gestured to his shirt, unwilling to say it aloud.

It was 2016! Being gay shouldn’t be looked down upon anymore. It’s just not right. That was what had bothered him really. Janus using his coming out to the school as a weapon against him. Especially because he lacked the spine to let Virgil know what he was saying.

“Seriously!?” Virgil growled already turning around, presumably to berate Janus on his behalf. Roman quickly grabbed the back of his hoodie to stop him. “We can’t be late. Not for him,” he reminded Virgil.

“You’re right,” Virgil agreed though he sounded extremely reluctant.

Soon they arrived in their classroom with a few minutes to spare.

Roman followed Virgil to a desk halfway the room. Not his own usual front row seat, but neither was it Virgil’s standard far back hiding spot.

“Well what do you know? My two favorite boys at one desk. Must be my lucky day!” Roman looked up from his backpack and saw that Stacey sat herself on top of his desk.

“Good morning to you too Stacey.” Roman offered politely. He knew it was his own fault, and she was his friend. But he was still a little jealous.

“Hi,” Virgil greeted casually, unknowingly making Roman feel significantly better. He didn’t look like he was very affected by the presence of a girl he was going out with.

“Ro. Guess where we’re going for our date?” Stacey asked, her eyes gleaming teasingly. She had called him last night to thank him and make sure that he was alright after being rejected. When he admitted he wasn’t technically rejected, he just panicked, she had burst out laughing. And now she was torturing him it seemed.

“No clue,” Roman admitted, noting that there was once again color shining through Virgil’s foundation. So maybe Stacey didn’t leave his neighbor as unmoved as he’d initially thought.

“The art studio! We’re going to go nuts on a blank canvas together. Isn’t that the coolest thing you’ve ever heard?”

It was a great activity to do together for two artistic people. Virgil clearly knew how to plan a first date. Stacey was going to love it.

“Well… It’s basically just hanging out,” Virgil corrected Stacey quietly. And Roman almost felt bad for feeling so relieved. He was getting emotional whiplash from this conversation.

“Yeah. What did you call it? Vibe check?” Stacey wondered.

“Something like that,” he nodded.

“Basically we’re going to roll with it as friends and see if we click romantically while we are pouring our souls out on canvas. No click? No hard feelings,” Stacey explained with a casual shrug. Then the teacher came in and she hurried to her seat.

During class Roman did his best to focus on the teacher. But every now and then his thoughts drifted to Virgil and what it would be like if he was the one going to the art studio with him. He imagined Virgil teasing him, because he wasn’t that great at drawing. Pretty soon they’d start painting each other and then… The bell rang. Right class, crush next to him.

The rest of the day went rather pleasant. At least until he was walking to his locker after Drama with Miguel and Kelly. He could hear a loud bang before they rounded the corner. There was shouting in the hallway and he and his friends hurried to break up what they were sure was a fight.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw Virgil was being held against the locker by his former best friend. Several witnesses were yelling at Janus to let Virgil go, but no one seemed willing to actually do something.

Virgil stared back at Janus with steady eyes. “No!” he stated firmly.

Roman had seen enough. He dropped his backpack and shouted at full volume.

“Let him go Bullard!” Everyone else fell silent. Janus looked over at Roman as did Virgil.

“I’ve got this Roman,” the shorter boy stated.

“I know. But you don’t have to do this alone,” Roman assured him, feeling Kelly and Miguel coming to his side. Time for Virgil to learn what it was like when your friends had your back.

“I texted the others. They are on their way,” Kelly informed him quietly. Roman nodded to show he’d understood her. Then he turned his attention back to Bullard.

“I’ll ask one more time. Leave him alone.”

Janus released his grip and Virgil barely kept himself from crashing to the floor.

“Think you can take me Castile?” he scoffed stalking towards him, putting himself between Roman and Virgil. He came to a stop a few feet away.

“I’m not going to give you the satisfaction of getting me in trouble,” Roman replied firmly. His mother would murder him if he got detention.

“So you’re just talk then huh? Afraid to get your butt kicked in front of everyone? Trying to score easy points with Virgil? Hoping I’ll let you steal him from me that easily?” he taunted.

“Trying to repay him in some small way for saving my life yesterday. But none of that is any of your business. Virgil’s decision to finally break free from you has nothing to do with me, and everything with how you’re treating him. I don’t understand what he saw in you that made him stick around this long. But you took it for granted and now it’s done. Leave him alone,” Roman told him, hearing footfalls of his other friends arriving, once they were complete they started sending the crowd away.

“If you’re not going to help go to your classes.”

“No need for all of you to be late.”

“Go on. Nothing to see here.”

His gaze was trained on his opponent, but he could see and hear the crowd dispersing around them.

Janus’ eyes narrowed at him before his face and posture relaxed. He got a glint in his eyes, a smirk on his lips.

“What’s wrong Castile? Don’t want an audience? I thought you lived for the cheers of a crowd?” Roman let the words wash over him. If he didn’t get a reaction, he’d leave. He always did.

“Or maybe this is an exclusive event? Just for your little fanclub and Virgil? Is he your newest devoted follower?”

Roman quirked a brow. “You guys should head to class,” he told his friends.

“Ro!” Nora exclaimed in disbelief.

“You’ll all get in trouble if you don’t get to class in time. Now go,” he turned to Clara.

“Tell our teacher that Virgil and I will be there soon. I’m not feeling well and Virgil is looking out for me.”

“Making your friends lie for you Castile? Some friend you are.” That idiot really didn’t know when to shut his mouth.

“Or tell them the truth. Apparently Bullard want’s detention on the first day,” Roman corrected himself.

Clara nodded and his friends slowly walked away. Now Roman didn’t have to worry as much about holding back. He could convince one witness that nothing strange had happened if he used his powers. But all his friends standing so close? Not a chance.

“Now we’re talking! A private show, just for you Virge,” Janus looked behind him where Virgil was still standing, rubbing at his chest where Janus’ fist had pressed into him and looking at Roman with worry.

“Virge? You okay?” Roman asked, once more ignoring the taunts.

“Yeah, fine,” he muttered as he moved towards him, but Janus gestured for him to stop and Virgil obeyed, so suddenly that it almost seemed odd… Was that a reflex from years of doing whatever it took to appease his friend? Or should Roman take a look to see if his adversary was using some kind of power?

Being gifted wasn’t very common, or at least, knowing you were gifted wasn’t.

Animotropolis was one of only a handful of places in the world that had an a system in place to help gifted people for a reason. Roman knew he wasn’t the only one in the program right now, even if he was the only one in hero training, but he’d never met other members before.

Was Janus one of them? Or maybe self-taught? He could find out with just a well-timed peak…

No, not with Virgil so close and clearly upset. Looking meant seeing everything. Including how this situation was truly affecting Virgil. It felt… intimate and like a betrayal of trust.

He wouldn’t unless it was necessary.

“Just get to class. I can handle myself,” Roman assured Virgil. He could get to their classroom trough the hallway farther back. And once he was gone, Roman would be able to see Janus’ energy, read his intentions and defeat him without either of them getting hurt.

“Stop mocking me!” Apparently Janus didn’t like being ignored.

Roman readied himself to block the punch and failing that, absorb the impact so he could defend himself. But he never got the chance to do either.

Virgil had made his way between them somehow and was now sinking to the ground in pain as he clutched his stomach. Roman was next to him in a second.

“V… I” Roman glared up at Janus, who was staring at them stunned, fist still raised.

“Messing with him emotionally and mentally isn’t enough for you? You have to resort to physical violence as well? What kind of friend are you?” he demanded. He knew that this instance hadn’t been aimed at Virgil, but he hadn’t forgotten that Janus had clearly been too forceful when pushing Virgil against the wall.

For the first time since he’d met him, Janus didn’t have a snappy retort. He just looked away in shame and left.

Roman turned his attention back to his apparent guardian angel.

“You okay? Should we go to the nurse?”

Virgil shook his head. “No. Dad will lose it if he knows someone actually hit me. Let’s just go to class. I’ll be fine by the time we get there,” he assured Roman.

“Okay… If you are sure…” Roman allowed reluctantly. “Thanks for catching that one, but you didn’t have to. I did some self-defense courses.”  More accurately he’s been trained in several forms of hand to hand combat for the past four years as part of his hero training.

“I would’ve been able to get out of harm’s way without hurting him,” he informs Virgil as he tries not to think about the fact that he, the superhero, had been saved twice by his romantic interest. And by the stars, it makes him like Virgil even more. Who wants a damsel, when they can have a knight in shining armor? Sometimes a savior needs saving. Then again, Virgil seemed like he could use some saving as well.

“I’ll remember that,” Virgil grinned trough his pain.

“Seriously though that’s the second time you’ve jumped to my rescue. Thank you,” Roman offered gently as he helped Virgil up and they both started walking to class.

Virgil grinned back at him through the pain. “Guess DreamPrince inspired me to be heroic,” he joked.

“He does seem to inspire a lot in you. I’m almost envious of him,” Roman admitted, not really looking at Virgil to hide his sincerity. “I’d love to be the one to inspire someone so much, artistically and the like I mean. Oh, that would be the dream. To be someone’s muse and have them be mine in return.”

Sadly Roman Castile didn’t inspire Virgil much. Not even remotely in the way Virgil inspired him. He was the one who’d made him want to be a hero. Thoughts of him had made him write monologues and characters, play and sing his heart out like never before.

He’s had other crushes. But Virgil seemed to be always there somewhere on the peripheral of his mind.

“That would be pretty cool I guess,” Virgil allowed, now seemingly back to normal.

“Are you sure we don’t need to have you checked out?” Roman worried. Virgil nodded firmly.

“I barely feel it anymore. He didn’t hit that hard,” he shrugged.

Roman decided to let it go.

The rest of the day went by without much trouble. Virgil even sat with Roman’s group over lunch. They didn’t sit next to each other for every class. Most classes they shared with a few of Roman’s other friends and they seemed to have decided that Roman had to be saved from embarrassing himself by method of constant supervision. So while they always sat close, they only shared a desk for English and History.

At the end of the day Virgil and Stacey left for the art studio and Roman couldn’t think of anything else than that all evening. That is until he got a text from Stacey.

“Awesome evening, no spark though. ;p Don’t blow it this time!”

Roman’s heart hammered in his chest. What was he supposed to do? Call him up right away?

No. He probably should wait for Friday. Hang out with him and see if sparks fly without the pressure of it being a real date. And if the evening sucked, well he had patrol after dinner, so that’d be too bad for any villains he came across.

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Passion and duty

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Yandere Snake X Reader

The letters

This was a nightmare. A complete utter nightmare that you couldn’t wake up from. A few months ago, you had started receiving letters from an anonymous sender. And you had to admit, at first you thought it was sweet. The letters told about how the person always thought you were the greatest and how they’ve always wanted to be with you. You had No clue who it was but for a while you thought they seemed like a nice person. But then, the letters had started to get a bit more creepy. Talking in very disturbing detail about how they’ve imagined a whole life with you. “My dearest Y/N. You are mine and I am yours, until the end of time and all of eternity”. That is how each letter started, and with each letter it got more and more horrifying. And that was only the start of it. Soon the letters started talking about how they didn’t like the other residents and wanted to take you away from them. And by that they seemed to mean full on abduction since they stated, quote “They don’t deserve you. I don’t even deserve you. But I’ve started thinking. If I took you away, I’d limit your exposure of people not deserving of you to only one instead of ten. I’d keep you in my basement or loft. Just a place where no one could find you, and I could be with you everyday. I think about that so often. The only reason I haven’t done it is because I know you’d be sad”

This person, no, this maniac scared you so much. But it didn’t stop there, no, quite the contrary. It got worse in fact. Soon you started receiving disturbing descriptions of them stalking you. Like actually watching you through your windows. They talked about how cute you were and how they wanted to make you theirs. But when you started receiving gifts such as claws and teeth you went straight to Tom Nook. And that was were you were now. When you rushed into the resident services, you were shaking and crying uncontrollably. Tom imidiatly rushes out from his desk to ask what happened but once he got close to you, you just broke down, collapsing into his arms as your crying got more violent. By this point Isabelle had also rushed out from her desk. Tom cooed you as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, and Isabelle was also embracing you, telling you comforting things so that you would calm down.

After a while your crying died down to simple whimpers, Isabelle had fetched you a blanket and you were currently waiting for some hot water to boil as she had also offered to make you some tea. “So tell me Y/N, what did you say had happened?” Tom asked you, sitting opposite to you. “I’ve been getting these letters from someone and they are creeping me out. The person is also stalking me now and have sent...very disgusting things to me” you answered him, voice cracking several times as you do so. “I brought the worst ones so that you could see for yourselfs” with that, you handed over some of the letters that had made you the most scared. Tom took them and carefully read through each one. His face got more and more concerned and grossed out as he continued to read. By now Isabelle had come up to you with the cup of tea, you took the cup, hands shaking as you did so.

“I...I...my gods...this is truly unacceptable...we’ll have to do something about this. Do you have any hunch as to who it could be, be?” Tom asked you, putting down the letters. “That’s the worst part! I don’t even know who it’s from! It could be anyone!” You said, voice shaky and cracking. “Hmm...well do you have a hunch of who it possibly couldn’t be?” Tom asked you, looking at you. “Well...I guess you two. The able sisters. Timmy and Tommy obviously. Snake. And maybe Francine” you said. Tom, Isabelle and the able sisters where obviously not the sender. You knew both Tom and Isabelle and they would never do something like this. The face that Tom pulled when he read the letters alone convinced you. You also knew Mable and Sable. Mable was way to nice and cheery to produce something like the writings in those letters, plus you had seen her handwriting and it didn’t look like the one in the letters. And Sable just wouldn’t do this. You two were friends and it would just be to put if reach. Timmy and Tommy were also very obviously not the sender. And Snake and Francine were two of your favourite islanders, you hung out everyday. You trusted them not to do something like this.

”Well, would it make you feel safer to sleep at one of our houses tonight? Or well, some of our houses. I don’t think Mable and Sable are awake at this hour, and I’m not sure about Francine and Snake. But your always welcome in my house Y/N, I’m sure the boys would love it” Tom said, putting his hands together as he happily told you. ”And you’re always welcome with me as well! It would be like a big sleepover!” Isabelle exclaimed. This made you smile. These two were always so nice and polite. Always doing so much and asking for very little. “You two...thank you so much. You guys are to kind. But I can’t ask for that. I would feel bad. I’ll go ask snake, he’s usually up at this time and he has a comfortable blowup mattress” you said, bowing your head a little as you did. “Okey Y/N. But if anything happens. Our doors are always open”

And with that you went out, going to Snakes place. Strange, Tom though. As he looked at the letters, one persistent factor was that the writing was very messy. Almost jittery. But who could have written it? “Well, we should probably close up. It’s 40 minutes past closing time” Isabelle said turning off the lamp by her desk. “Oh! Yes of course! I had forgotten!” Tom said, quickly putting away his things. “Hey, you can leave early if you want, I can handle this. You’ve got your boys to put to sleep. They’re probably worried” Isabelle tried to convince her coworker. She knew Tom worked really hard, keeping up the island, making sure everyone was happy, and on top of that basically being like a dad to the twin boys. “Oh are you sure, Isabelle? It’s not to much?” Isabelle only laughed at this. “No no Tom, it’s alright I assure you! You have a good night now alright?”

You arrived and knocked on the door. Almost immediately the door swung open violently as the small rabbit gave you a big smile along with his wide eyes. “Hey Y/N!!!!” He yelled enthusiastically. You knew he had trouble with controlling his volume so you never got anger or annoyed when he yelled. You found it kind of endearing actually. He was just so full of energy at all times. “Hi snake, I was wondering- if it’s not to much trouble! If I could sleep at your place tonight? I-I know it’s very sudden and I understand if you don’t want t-“

“Are you kidding me!!! Of course I want to have you over!!!” As he said this he grabbed ahold of your hand and dragged you into his home.

On his way home, Tom couldn’t shake the thought of those letters. Who could they possibly be from?! He felt so bad for you, poor soul hadn’t done anything to deserve this. The only thing you had ever done was simply to care to much. You were a very empathic person and never gave up on people. Even when it came to crooks who didn’t deserve to be in your presence like Redd, you still remained patient and tried to help him. You had told him that you though Redd till had good in his heart and that you could help him. You had a heart so big it couldn’t fit inside that body of yours, but Tom worries about you. Because of your compassion it could easily draw creeps to you, and it had seemed that had just happened. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a small drop of water hit his nose. Looking up he saw that the sky was grey. He quickly pulled out his umbrella as he quickened his pace. Just as he passed by Snakes house he stopped for a moment, looking at the abode. “Oh I hope they’re alright...no, no Tom. They’re with Snake...he’ll keep them safe...” and before he could think any more of the situation he continued to rush home. He had two, probably worried, tanookies to read a bedtime story to.

Once inside, Snake dragged out his blowup mattress and started filing it up with air, ever time you had a sleepover with him you insisted he use a mechanical pump but every time he declined, saying that his lungs were well trained and pull of air. While he fixed the mattress you were in the kitchen, preparing snacks. You’ve been to his house so many times that you practically knew the place as your own, and so when he asked you to fix something to eat, you knew where to look.

“And so she asked me: Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the cutest of them all! And I answered ‘why that would be Snake! The prettiest bunny out there!’ And she got really mad” you laughed at the bunnies shenanigans, the both of you sitting by the mattress eating some snacks. “Really? What did she say?” You asked him, snickering slightly. ”She called Me stupid haha” Snake responded putting his arm around you as you both laughed. “So, Y/N. Not that you would ever need a reason to visit your best friend snake! But is there a reason why you decided to drop in here out of nowhere?“ you froze up, do you tell him about the letters? No, you didn’t wanna drag him into this. ”Oh No reason. I just felt like we should hang out more y’know?” You said giving him a smile, hoping that he would be satisfied with that answer and wouldn’t press you for the truth. Luckily for you his eyes lit up and it seemed like your answer made him happy. “Oh you’re so kind Y/N! I agree! We should just hang out all the time!” He answered tail happily waved as he said so. “Yeah, we really should...hey...would you sleep next to me tonight...I’m a little paranoid to sleep alone” you asked the rabbit, and you could have sworn that you could see his cheeks dust pink. “Sure Y/N, I’d be happy to”

And so, the two of you laid down together, you wrapped your arms around his small body and he happily complied and did the same, nuzzling his head into the crook of tour neck. You felt thankful for him, he was always so kind to you, and was always there for you. Any time you’d look even slightly down he’d rush to your aid and comfort you. By now you two were so close that it didn’t feel weird sleeping in the same bed. As time went on you started to feel drowsiness take over you. Slowly you felt your eyelids fall heavy. As you closed your eyes, you could feel Snake gently brushing your hair. And just before you drifted out of consciousness, you heard him say something.

“Until the end of time and all of eternity...”

#yandere #yandere acnh #acnh #yandere animal crossing #animal crossing #animal crossing x reader #yandere ac #snake acnh #x reader #tom nook #isabelle #tw yandere #tw obsessive behaviour #tw stalking #tw disturbing #i guess #maybe if youre sensitive to stalkerish issues #im just trying to make sure i dont expose anyone to their triggers

[i-just-love-spop]

Of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires [Chapter one]

Chapter two

Arrow loves auntie Catra and the bedtime stories she always tells about her adventures with auntie Adora and Arrow’s parents.

Catra might be enjoying babysitting a little too much.

Meanwhile, Adora is unsure whether or not she would be a good mother.

And Glimmer just really, really needs some sleep.

[Shameless post season five Adora and Catra both want kids but haven’t talked about it yet-fic that was supposed to be a one shot but isn’t anymore. Starring: the best friend squad, two Glow/Glimbow children, Melog, cuddling, a bit of angst and, of course, the best friend squad teasing each other.]

Disclaimer: This was originally posted on my Ao3, EleenaDume, which I would love to source, but tumblr is driving me insane and apparently one of the reasons why my posts might not show up in the tags could be external links, so I’m trying it again without the link. If you want to check if I’m really the same person, I’ve added this account to my list of other accounts on my Ao3-profile.

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“That day, the most selfless girl in the galaxy learned that it was alright to choose herself for once – that it was the right choice to be selfish sometimes. And that’s how she saved the galaxy. The end.”

Catra clapped her hands together to empathize the ending of the story.

The little girl with the violet hair looked up at her. There was an excited glint in her eyes.

“Start over, I want to hear the story again! Please!”

Catra laughed as she ruffled the girl’s hair.

“Nice try, sweetie, but the time has come for little Arrow to go to sleep, because Queen Sparkles will show up soon and throw me out of your room if you don’t.”

Arrow pouted.

“Come on, auntie Catra. Just one more time. Auntie Adora can keep mom distracted in the meantime.”

The adult woman stroked the child’s head again and giggled softly. Damn, she really liked this kid.

“As much as I like the way you think, Glitter, your mom will end me if I keep you awake any longer. And I think she’s pert near issuing a decree about how much I get to talk about Adora here before I must be forcefully removed from the building at all costs,” She joked.

The child laughed.

“But mommy and dad are just as bad!”

“You’re the cheekiest girl in the entire universe. I’m so proud of you.” Catra hugged her gently. “Come on, little one. Time to sleep. I’ll tell you more stories tomorrow.”

Arrow squeaked happily, snuggled up to her aunt and caved.

“Okay, fine. But only if you promise.”

The adult smiled softly. Arrow was just about her favorite person in the entire universe – except for Adora, of course.

The remaining members of the best friend squad were pretty close behind, though.

“Of course. I promise, Glitter.”

She gently tucked the girl in the cupcake pajamas into bed.

“Wanna sleep lights on or lights off today?”

Glimmer and Adora watched Catra from the doorframe as she tugged Arrow in and then started singing her to sleep.

Adora was pretty close to melting into a puddle right then and there. Instead, she almost started crying and rubbed her wedding band nervously, all the universe’s love in her eyes in that very moment.

The scene alone was enough to turn her head all over again, and that wasn’t even including the fact that Catra’s singing was down right enchanting, and she would have happily listened to nothing but that for the rest of her life.

“Adora? ... Adora?” Her best friend gave her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Brightmoon to She-Ra, you in there?”

The blonde jerked extremely startled.

She’d been in a completely different world for the last couple of minutes.

“Yeah, uh, I was just-”

“Zoning out at Catra again. I know.” Adora went beet red. Glimmer winked at her and laughed softly. Despite her visible exhaustion, she still insisted on teasing her best friend. “I’m still surprised how good she is with kids. Arrow loves her to the stars and back.”

“Yeah, I know...”

She-Ra was still way too mesmerized by the scene to take her eyes off her wife and her niece.

“Have you two thought about it yet? You know, the... adoption thing we talked about?”

Well, that jerked the warrior princess back into reality, alright.

She turned away from Catra and Arrow, instead facing the wall across from the child’s room.

“I- we- uh-” she stammered. “I... don’t know. I think I’d be a terrible mom.”

Glimmer shook her head and looked at her best friend sternly.

“Why would you think that? That’s complete nonsense.”

“Well, I’m kind of a complete mess, and extremely chaotic and clumsy and- I tried cooking something recently, and then Catra hugged me from behind while I was doing it, and then my brain short-circuited and I almost burnt down the kitchen because I still can’t believe I’m married to Catra and it’s been ten years-” She was once again talking in that very Adora way where Glimmer wasn’t sure if she even took a single breath while sentence after sentence came out of her mouth in such a speed that it was hard to understand everything. “-and, I mean, I can’t take care of a child! I can barely take care of myself, and-”

Her best friend put her hands on the shoulders of the blonde.

“Adora. Breathe.”

“...right. That... That’s a... thing I should be doing.” She listened, took a couple of long-drawn-out breaths... and slowly, she started calming down again. “I’m sorry. It’s just... I don’t know if I would be a good mother.”

Glimmer smiled at her and pinched her cheek.

“Of course you would be a good mom. I mean, you’re not Catra, but you have watched Arrow before, and you were pretty good at it. And kids love you.”

Adora let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, maybe, but... I don’t know.”

“Hey, nobody’s forcing you to do anything, alright?” Glimmer hugged her. “If that’s not something you want, that’s perfectly fine. Kids aren’t for everyone, and you two are great together on your own. You don’t need kids to be happy.”

Adora shook her head.

“Yeah, no, I know, that... that’s not it. I... I actually think we would both like to have one, but.., the only mother figure we had back at the horde was Shadow Weaver, and I think we’re both afraid we could end up being the kind of parent she was. Catra more so than me.”

Glimmer stopped short.

That though alone seemed completely insane to her.

Adora was just about the nicest, kindest person she had ever met – except for maybe Bow –, while Shadow Weaver was most definitely cruelest, most manipulative asshole she could think of.

And while Catra’s story was... more complicated on that behalf, she still couldn’t imagine her being the kind of mother Shadow Weaver had been. Catra had learned from her mistakes, had overcome her fears and weaknesses and had become a better person along the way.

Shadow Weaver had never learned, never changed, and while her last moments had been a sacrifice, it had been one of cowardice more than one of courage.

A dead person didn’t have to face the mistakes she made. Didn’t have to deal with the people they hurt – the hate in their eyes and the words of anger, sadness and spite that would get thrown at them otherwise.

Catra had faced all that. She’d worked to complete exhaustion to rebuild the cities she’d helped destroy, and she’d went to the end of the galaxy and back to prove that she’d truly changed.

Despite that, some people hadn’t forgiven her, and they never would.

Some people still thought Adora deserved better, and that Catra was treating her badly and should be banished from the planet for good for everything she’d done.

That wasn’t happening... and Catra had learned to live with and accept what people thought of her. She knew she’d hurt others. And as much as she would have liked to turn back time to right her wrongs... she couldn’t.

What others thought of her wasn’t her choice to make. If she had hurt people too much for them to ever give her another chance, that was valid, and she accepted it.

It wasn’t her choice to make.

That made her a much bigger person than Shadow Weaver had ever been.

“Are you serious? Neither of you is anything like her, and you never will be. The way Catra treats Arrow, how she tucks her into bed and sings her to sleep... that’s something my mom used to do when I was little.” For a moment, there was a glint of sad melancholy in her eyes. “Mom would have loved Arrow. And Catra would have driven her absolutely bonkers... but if things hadn’t happened the way they did... I think she would have liked her too.”

Adora pulled her best friend into a hug.

“I...” She started, but Glimmer shook her head and interrupted he.

“Shadow Weaver wasn’t like this at all, was she?”

That was a pretty clear signal.

She didn’t want to talk or think about this any longer. At least not right now.

Adora could accept that and just continued on with the conversation as if nothing had happened.

That was part of their silent agreement when it came to talking about Angella.

“No, she wouldn’t have. Shadow Weaver was never the singing type.” She raised her hands and wagged her fingers in a silly imitation of a spell caster, hoping that would lift the mood again – at least a little. “She was more like ‘uuuuuh, I’m so evil and mean, and if you don’t go to sleep then the weeping princess will show up and murder you, or maybe I will, if you annoy me too much!’...”

She stuck out her tongue.

Glimmer giggled, and Adora joined in.

She could laugh about it today... at least a little.

That had been different for a long time.

“Hey Adora.” The two of them spun around. Apparently Arrow had fallen asleep by now, because Catra was now standing right next to them, the door closed behind her so they could speak loudly without waking the child up again. She looked at her wife all lovey-dovey for a moments then turned to Glimmer, grinned and bowed playfully. “Queen Sparkles, I humbly report your daughter has been put to bed and is asleep now.”

That earned her a gentle nudge against the shoulder from said queen, who rolled her eyes as she laughed.

“Why are you like this?”

Catra gave her a cheeky grin and winked at her.

“What can I say, it’s part of my charm.”

She then put an arm around her wife gently, who had finally stopped zoning out enough to properly greet her.

“Hey Kitty.”

Catra rolled her eyes.

“I told you to stop calling me that.”

Adora pulled her close and looked at her smugly.

“You love it when I call you that.”

“I do not.”

Their faces were now merely inches away from each other.

Truth be told, Catra had given up on ever getting rid of the nickname when Adora had used it for the first time several years ago.

By now, she was sure just about all of Etheria knew about the dumb nickname – that maybe, just maybe, did send a nice feeling of comfortable warmth through her body when Adora said it.

The annoyed facade she put up was nothing more than that – just part of their playful flirting.

Their kiss was unsatisfyingly short.

Adora broke away almost immediately, grimacing. She wiped her mouth.

“...why do you taste like glitter?”

Catra, who had been kind of irritated and hurt until now, started cackling.

“So I might have given the kid a goodnight kiss to the forehead when I tucked her in, sue me.” She turned to Glimmer. “Sparkles’ husband kisses her all the time – I wonder how he does it.”

Her friend and her wife joined in the laughing really soon.

“I’ll have to thank my daughter for finding the absolutely only method I can think of that can keep you two from constantly making out in front of me,” Glimmer chuckled, smiling to herself.

Those two were almost disgustingly cute.

Almost.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but there’s nothing in the entire universe powerful enough to keep our hands off each other for long,” Adora commented truthfully.

The Horde, a war, a collapsing reality and an army consisting of robots and the clones of an insane maniac hadn’t stopped them. Keeping them away from each other for long was a task that would have required something a lot more complicated than a little glitter.

She put her arm around her wife’s waist and kissed her cheek.

Glimmer had a hard time keeping herself from commenting the purring that ensued as the smile on her lips grew wider.

She just looked at the two of them silently for a while until she spoke up again.

“Oh, and Catra... thanks for babysitting. I really appreciate it a lot.”

Spending time with them was nice... but she also started to feel her exhaustion more with every passing minute and wanted nothing more than to just collapse into her bed and sleep for a small eternity... or at least for approximately an hour before she would be woken up again.

The thought alone made her head spin.

But she was really, really thankful.

Catra had been immensely helpful when it came to watching Arrow, especially during these past few weeks.

“Hey, you know I love the kid. Anytime.” The brunette smiled. “I forgot to ask... how was your meeting?”

“Please don’t ask.” The Queen of Brightmoon grimaced and shuddered slightly. “It dragged on forever, and I was so tired that I feel like I missed out on half of what was being said.”

Adora shrugged.

“She fell asleep halfway through the meeting. We voted on whether or not we should let her sleep. It was the only unanimous decision of the day.”

Catra chuckled.

“Seems like you might have to be put to bed just like your daughter, huh, your majesty?” She joked.

Glimmer rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Believe me, I wish it was that easy. Angie is an absolute nightmare. I mean, I love her, and I would do anything for her... but I swear, neither me nor Bow has slept more than two hours at a time in the last three weeks. The kid has incredible lungs. And Adora‘s sleep-wake rhythm.”

The pink-haired woman groaned.

Catra nudged her wife gently.

“We’re really missing out, huh?”

At least for the first few seconds, Adora was certain her wife was kidding... but there was something in her voice...

„Speaking of missing out... what would you say if we took the little one for tonight?“ Adora said as if out of the blue. You two really need sleep and some time to yourselves, and...” She looked at her best friend sincerely, then glanced towards Catra in a meaningful way. “What do you think, Glimmer?”

“...Adora, are you sure?”

She-Ra nodded energetically.

“Of course. And even know how to warm up milk without burning the kitchen down by now... I think.”

She gave them a pretty unconvincing smile and an even less convincing thumbs up.

Catra looked at her wife, eyebrow raised.

“Sweetheart, do all of us a favor and just wake me up, alright? I’m not in the mood for another three o’clock-shower by Mermista.”

“...Or I’ll just wake Catra,” Adora assured her, giving an affirmative nod and smiling at Glimmer. “Come on...”

“Okay. Alright. But if something goes wrong or you need anything or-”

Adora put a hand on her shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

“Now you’re the one who needs to remember how to breathe.”

Glimmer closed her eyes and nodded as she calmed down. Sometimes she really worried too much – especially when it came to her children.

She understood her mother much better these days.

“We’ll manage, Sparkles. Don’t overthink it so much. You really need sleep, damn it.”

Catra nudged her gently.

Glimmer smiled softly as she flung her arms around her two best friends.

“You two are such disasters. I love you so much...”

“Awwww. We love you, too.”

Adora was her usual, hug-loving self.

Catra was still a little tense when being touched by anyone but Adora, but it had been a long time since she’d last flinched back, and she was able to enjoy the gentle gesture of affection much more nowadays.

“Come on, Sparkles. We can go save your husband, and you two can get a good night’s sleep for once, how does that sound?”

“Alright. I’m in.” The Queen of Brightmoon smiled softly at her two best friends. “And – potential kitchen fires aside –, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A/N: Thank you for reading, feedback would be appreciated a lot!

The second chapter will be much more heavy on Glimbow content.

#catradora #glimbow #catra #adora #spop kids #she ra #spop #bow #glimmer #my works #my writing #I’m weak for kidfics okay? #spop arrow #and yes one of the Glimbow children is called Arrow #dumb puns are the hill we die on in this fandom #of babysitting and (potential) kitchen fires #reblogs are appreciated #repost because tumblr hates me #I’m losing my mind #please please please just show up in the tags this time #gaaah

[redbokuto]

Part 10~ Awaited Encounter

The grip on my wrists made me flinch when my body hit the rough wall. Smirks and snickers gathered around me as the older boys saw my pained face. “You shouldn’t have made my sister cry.” A slightly deep voice growled.

My eyes squeezed shut in discomfort. To think I got myself into this situation just for rejecting a classmate. How is my disinterest my fault anyways?

I was walking home when these morons ganged up on me, as if they had pride in beating up someone younger then them. From the looks of it, they were two or three years older than me. Putting them at 10 or 11.

Normally I don’t walk home but my mom and dad are packing up for our weekend trip. My house is only ten minutes away and my neighborhood is peaceful. Therefore, walking home should be no problem… at least that’s what I thought.

A couple days ago, the prettiest girl in the grade asked to hangout with me after school. I decline like always. She must have been having a bad day because she started to sob in front of everyone.

I don’t understand why everyone wants to hangout with me anyways. I already have someone to hangout with, and that will never change.

Many people have dozens of friends. I only need one, Kou.

“Your sister should have taken the hint that I don’t want to be bothered.” I bit back before gasping in sudden pain. A sting resonated in my ankle from the boy’s kick.

Both my legs felt shaky and the grip on my wrist wasn’t loosening. From the looks of it, there are three boys in total. Just great.

A hand waved in front of my face, taking off my black glasses and tossing them on the ground. I squinted at the brown-haired boy, since my vision was now blurry. “Was that necessary?” I muttered with a snarl.

The boy holding my hands back shook his head to move his ginger hair from his eyes. “What kind of loser likes being alone?” He scoffed with the rest laughing behind him. I could tell these guys all shared the same brain cell.

“What a weirdo!” The blonde on the left cackled.

The ginger pressed his head closer to mine, making me bend my neck to back away. “Maybe it’s because you hangout with that weird kid. Maybe his freaky behavior rubbed off on you-“

Before the boy could finish, I slammed my head against his. His grip stayed on my wrists, but his head swung back from the sudden impact. The two boys behind him stared with wide eyes. As if watching the boy in slow motion from the hit.

Gritting my teeth, my blue eyes narrowed onto the main boy. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK BAD ABOUT KOU! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

Red liquid dripped out of the gingers nose as one of the two boys behind him gripped my hair. Once again, I flinched in pain. My chin tilted up towards the clouds with my feet barely touching the ground.

Water stung my eyes, but I refused to let my tears fall. I won’t cry because of someone who dared to say something bad about my best friend.

A sudden blow to my side made me let out a shriek. I tried to keep my voice calm, but the pain advanced through my body. My vision grew darker with my pupils staggering.

“What are you gonna do about it? What is with you two? It’s like you both are happy being outcasts!” The main boy shouted, a vein pulsing in disgust.

“Outcasts you say?” A voice interjected, causing two of the boys to freeze up. The main boy turned his head quickly, eyes widening from the tall girl behind him.

The girl had pure white hair cut to her shoulders. Her height was unmatched, being a full head taller than the main boy. Her golden eyes made me freeze.

A jean jacket covered her shoulders, with a middle school uniform covering her body. She tilter her chin, growing a snarky smile from the fear growing in the boy’s eyes. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing sister.” Another voice replied. The three boys tilted their heads to find a raven-haired girl on their right. Her golden eyes scanned everyone, also giving off a cocky aura.

The raven was shorter than the white-haired girl, but the same height as the main boy holding me down. Her hair was cut, and her body was built like a small doll. Like the other girl, she also wore a middle school uniform.

After a moment of silence, one of the boys asked the million-dollar question. “Who are you two? Mind your own business, will you?!” The ginger bow growled.

The girl with the white hair scoffed, putting one hand to her lips and the other on her hips. “Cute of you to assume this isn’t my business.” The raven-haired girl walked closer to the taller one, laughing along.

My eyes adjusted as a figure came from the right of me, gripping the hand that held mine. When my stare focused, I saw bright golden eyes. These eyes felt so familiar, I knew they were Kou’s but… they were different.

Kou’s normal excitement has burned off. Replaced with a fiery anger that had no evidence of vanishing. “Let him go.” The gray-haired boy murmured. His hands clamped down on the main boy’s, causing him to hiss and pull back.

My body slid to the ground, weighed by exhaustion and pain. Three pairs of bright eyes focused on the three boys who beat me up.

This moment was deemed as the most terrifying event in my life. Seeing three pairs of malice filled orbs set on one target. As if any movement the three boys made would mean certain death.

It was beyond intense.

“Go away.” Kou spoke, shewing off the boys before turning to look down at me. The three boys scattered quickly, not even bothering to throw back an insult.

My head fell on my shoulder as I tried to calm down my ragged breathing. Soft hands tapped against my cheek, bringing my head up to meet shining eyes. The malevolence Kou once carried had vanished. Now only worry and regret clouded them.

“I’m so sorry Akaashi. I was walking back home with my sisters when I saw you. I shouldn’t have let you walk home alone; I should have been by your side.” Kou’s voice shook as his eyes started to water.

With little strength, I picked up my hand and wiped Kou’s tears away. “Stop it. Thank you.” Kou froze when I tapped my lips against his forehead. His cheeks warmed up slightly before he swallowed.

“Can you stand?” I tried pushing off my knees onto my legs, but my ankle wouldn’t comply. With a deep breath, I gripped my thigh, “no.”

Kou smiled at me and turned his back towards me. He kneeled down and gestured for me to hop on.

His sisters watched, fond grins on their faces while I struggled to climb their brother. At the time, I didn’t know why they were smiling but I could tell it was something important.

With my arms hanging off his chest, Bokuto gripped my thigh and pushed me up to adjust me. My heavy body relaxed onto his frame. I couldn’t help but sigh in comfort. “Thank you, Kou.” I whispered, pressing my head into the crook of his neck.

“Thank you, Keiji.” Kou replied. I was too tired to question why he thanked me. I just knew I was happy, happy that Kou was back at my side.

The three siblings walked me home, chatting to one another as they went. The eldest, Ai, started teasing Kou about how protective he was about me. The second eldest, Meg, agreed and laughed along.

I have heard of Kou’s sisters before. You could tell they were all close.

When I arrived home, my mom and dad greeted me with worried looks. Ai and Meg explained who they were and what happened. My parents have met Kou before, they were pleased to find out he saved me once again. Though neither were surprised.

I was so happy. So very happy.

At that time, I didn’t think anything could go wrong. That was until me and my parents went on our trip the next day.

Dust and smoke rose in the air, surrounding the area and suffocating my lungs. My deep blue eyes shook, trying to take in the unbelievable sight around me.

With hesitation, my small fingers smeared against the fluid on the seat in front of me. It stuck to the cloth making up the seat, staining my fingers in red.

Sprayed glass pieces protruded my temple and neck. But I couldn’t feel any pain. With care, I tilted my head to look at the people in the front seat.

My mom’s eyes were wide open but held no life in them. Her head laid on the stirring wheel with her hands falling to her side at an agonizing pace. Blood dripped from her shoulders and head ever so slowly.

Sirens screamed in my ears yet were blurred out by my never-ending shock. With a strained huff, I turned my head to look in the passenger seat.

My father’s eyes were closed, but his body was limp. Very much dead.

His back curled to support the dead weight of his head. The sound of droplets falling caught my attention. It was blood falling from the tip of his nose onto his covered thigh.

Unknown to me that the entire time I was screaming, my throat felt as if it was about to collapse. Smoke stung my eyes while my own blood ran down my neck and filled my white shirt.

Finally, the shock ran out and my head felt light. My body went numb. With my back hitting the seat and my fingers twitching.

Weights added to my eyelids with my vision cutting in and out. I couldn’t tell what anything was, but I swore… I could see something. Something Bright with a hint of gold.

#haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu ships #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu au #anime fanfic #anime fandom #anime #akaashi x bokuto #bokuto x akashi #bokuto #koutarou bokuto #haikyuu koutarou #haikyuu keiji akaashi #akaashi fanfiction #akashi keiji #au fanfiction

[beyoncesdragon]

Dear to me too (Anakin x reader)

Requested: Nope

Warnings: none, I suppose. (mY pUns) 

Summary: You simply slipped with your words, really. And yet, he had somehow heard it. 

A/n: Uh hi? this is my first OS here on Tumblr so pls be nice? I don’t even know if there are more to come (probably) I am really just testing out the waters here. and yeah. all the love, nica :)

My Masterlist 

(Anie are you okay?)

I could still feel the energy of the force running through my body when I left the wide training room. Today’s lesson had been exhausting to say the least. Master Drallig had practiced Form IV of lightsaber combat, called Ataru today. It wasn’t exactly my kind of fighting style, due to its very aggressive and force dependent nature.

Those who used Form IV successfully could move at high speeds and could rain strong blows, jumping and attacking through the air. Powerful and quick spinning attacks could be utilized from all angles, either from ground or air. A master in Ataru combat could appear like a blur to their opponents, attacking from all directions—certainly not my future style of fighting. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford using the force so intensely it was just that I just was not active and agile enough to practice it. Which was, of course, a shame some say. I however didn’t mind it, and I obviously still wouldn’t turn down a lesson in Ataru. I just preferred the more fluent style of fighting, Makashi called.

Movements were often elegant, precise, calm, making you feel confident with your blade and of course, using the force, though rarely used. Besides, looking at two Jedi’s fighting in Makashi was a wonderful spectacle, since they looked so relaxed when they were fighting, it even appeared as if they were dancing. Yet it was a very free form of fighting, since movement pattern and certain steps could (if you then were that good) turn out to be predictable somehow.

Long story short: the aggressive Ataru had worn me out and I almost wished for a calming bath and maybe a brief break for me to head over to the meditation wing. However, after Master Drallig had dismissed me from today’s training (not without a reminder not to get too comfortable in just a single form of combat) the day wasn’t entirely over for me just now. I still had to do two little things: one was request an intergalactic trip to Crait for research purposes. I really wanted to somehow catch a glimpse of the infamous crystal foxes. But since I was only a Padawan, I would have to propose my plans and intentions and get my Jedi master to come with me. But knowing Master Drallig would come with me anyways, the only thing I had to do now, was ask the council.

Oh and the other thing was eat. Since I had skipped lunch due to my own forgetfulness, I now felt my stomach grumble at every move. That was not really something I could left undone, so I had to somehow get something to eat before communal dinner. The question was only, where would I get something now and couldn’t it wait until I proposed my plans to the council. It wasn’t far to the towers, surely, but….my stomach grumbled again and I sighed, slowly turning towards the direction I’d go if it was lunch or dinner time: the huge dinning complex. Before I could start walking towards it though, I heard the forceful shut of sliding doors, as if someone would’ve helped them close with force. I turned around, almost immediately facing a fuming looking Anakin Skywalker stomping down the hallways.

“Anie! How have you…are you okay?” I couldn’t help the smile that appeared on my face, the second I spotted him. I liked Anakin a lot, he was a good friend to me and a marvellous combat partner. Not to mention his other praised talents…and he was two years above me, in training and rank. As far as I knew was he soon to be a Jedi Master himself. “Yeah I’m…good.” He pressed out, anger radiating from him. “What happened?” I asked carefully, placing my hand on his arm. He turned his eyes away from me, staring angrily into the misty sky. “I’ve been offered a place in the council.” He suddenly said, still not looking at me. I rose my eyebrows. “That is wonderful Anie, is it not? Didn’t you always wanted to get there?” he said nothing only gulped heavily. “I’ve been denied the rank of master however.” “What? Why?” I was seriously surprised: in my eyes, Anakin had proved often enough how worthy he was of that title. The fact that they would him serve in council but denied his deserved title was a great insult and he had any reason to be angry.

Anakin only shook his head, still staring out of the windows. “Oh Anie…” I sighed, carefully wrapping my arms around his tensed body. He flinched softly, eyes immediately snapping down to me. “Do you feel sorry for me now?” I tilted my head. I had to be careful now, because as much as I liked him, he could be like a fire storm when he was angry. And I did not plan on fuelling this fire. “Not…sorry. I feel angry for you. I don’t understand how they could insult you the way they did…but not pity, Anakin. You are worth more than that in my eyes.” I could almost feel how he relaxed at that answer, slowly raising his arms to embrace me as well. “What am I then?” he asked, curiosity clearly audible beneath a thin layer of amused sarcasm. “A great friend.” I replied simply, trying not to give too much of my feelings towards him away. As good of a friend he was to me, the longer I knew him the less I wanted to be only his friend…but preferably a bit more than that. “A great friend and a cocky twat at times.” He laughed surprised. “Only because I beat you at combat every time.” I huffed, stepping back from him before crossing my arms over my chest. “Oh yeah? Just so you know, I did have Atarulessons today again, so no easy win for you and your brute…Djem So slicer skills.” Obviously, I still was in disadvantage against him, Ataru or not. Djem So, or Form V required a higher level of physical strength than the other lightsaber forms, due to its focus on complete domination of its practitioners' opponents. Now, Anakin seemed to have mastered this very form to perfection even though it was considered the most physically demanding of all the forms. My deepened studies in Makashi couldn’t hold nothing against this brute and dominant style of fighting, my limited skills in Ataru would only do so much. Oh and he towered me, which was my go-to excuse for getting my ass kicked once again.

“Ataru you say? You think that’s going to help you?” I huffed, playfully grabbing my lightsaber. His eyes immediately sparked up. “Betting on getting flung across the combat arena once again Padawan?” I huffed, nodding at him quickly. “All bark no bite Jedi. Get it on!” Anakin grinned innocently before suddenly something pulled me towards him, he grabbed my waist and stormed towards the doors of the combat arena I just stepped out of about twenty minutes ago. “As you wish, youngling.” He taunted, a mocking smile on his face. “That was so unnecessary I could’ve walked. It was about ten steps at max. and I am not a youngling, you arrogant bastard.” He only laughed before his lightsaber gleamed in its blue light, immediately met by mine. “Eager to attack. Unlike you. Very like Drallig.”

It was almost scary how fast Anakin nit-picked every single of my moves apart, so that I soon had to switch back into Makashi in order to hold him off. Soon he had be pushed at the edge of the ring, a smug look on his face. “Giving up now, princess? This cannot end in a victory for you…again, might I add.” I huffed in annoyance, trying to shove him off but it just wouldn’t work. This bulky, smug and irritatingly attractive giant of a man just wouldn’t budge. “Dammit Skywalker.” I cursed before lowering my weapon in surrender. “Shh there are kids here.” He was right: a small crowd of youngling had gathered near our ring, watching with big eyes. Not far behind them stood Shaak Ti, a Jedi master which was part of the high council. I had only seen her a few times up close and not exchanged more than three words with her, but she had my greatest respect. “Master.” I bowed respectfully, before feeling Anakin’s amused eyes on me. “Suddenly so…tame.” He taunted quietly, lips curling up in a smirk. “Shut it, the children.” I hissed back, before turning back toward the bunch of kids. A little girl with blue skin and bright hazel eyes shuffled her feet nervously. I recognised her as a Twi’lek, a inhabitant of a planet called Ryloth. “Are you a Jedi, Master?” she suddenly asked, not being able to stay quiet. I laughed softly, carefully grabbing the thin braid that still hung in between my hair. “Padawan, youngling. I am yet to be knighted, actually. But it’s not long anymore. Maybe I’ll get you as my Padawan if the time comes.” That inflicted excited whispering among those little dwarfs and I chuckled. “Is he then a Jedi Master?” the girl whispered quietly, big eyes glimpsing over at Anakin. “The best.” I winked, lowering my voice to a whisper. Anakin didn’t needed to hear this, his ego was big enough. The girl made even bigger eyes. “Is he your master then?” I shook my head quickly. “No just…very dear to me. You don’t have to be Master and Padawan to use the training field. We just spend our time.” The girl nodded, looking back over her shoulders. The rest of the group had now gathered around Shaak Ti again. “What is your name?” I asked softly, reaching out my hand. “Aayala Secura.” She whispered almost shyly, carefully grabbing my hand. “Nice to meet you, Aayala. But you better go now, it’s been a pleasure to speak to you.” She beamed in joy before joining her group, looking over her shoulders again and again.

“The best huh?” Anakin teased almost immediately and I rolled my eyes. “I knew I should’ve said that.” He grinned innocently. “No why, it was very flattering. Hungry?” I tilted my head. “Your ability to switch topic is outstanding. But yes, I am. Very much so actually, I skipped lunch.” He rose his eyebrow, leading out of the combat room by having his hand placed on my lower back. “How so?” I shrugged. “New A-Wings arrived today. I was not only smitten but also allowed to help.” Anakin laughed, a sound that made my heart skip. “Well then…let’s get something to eat for my exhausted Padawan.” There was it again. That smug, know it all, heard it all look. I could feel my cheeks grow hot and shook my head. He only smirked before placing an arm around my shoulders. “Thank you for this. Oh and by the way: you are very dear to me too.” That followed by one of his infamous winks and I wished a battledroid would blast me off the surface of this planet. 

But…it was good to know, at least.

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[luxexhomines]

you’ve never even ever cared about me

These imagines are a result of a self-prompt:  “You’ve never even ever cared about me!” in some shape or form, not word-for-word. I wrote these as a writing sample when I applied to be a mod of truth-and-lies-drv3-imagines, many months ago, and I just decided to post them here. Includes a few of our favorite NDRV3 characters- namely, Kaito, Rantaro, and Shuichi (I know, no Kokichi, what a surprise). 

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Kaito Momota

You tried to work a smile in and then gave up promptly. Instead, a fiercely angry and simultaneously intensely sorrowful look settled on your face, the two emotions fighting for dominance while living in dissonant harmony. 

You couldn’t believe Kaito had the nerve to say something like this now. And he looked at you expectantly, as if you were supposed to just bow down and submit your will to him. You manage to utter a couple words in response, still too angry to form a complete response to his selfish words.

“I’m not going to do it,” you bit out. 

He looked shocked and upset. Good, you thought. You were tired of being jerked around by him. 

“What do you mean you’re not going to do it?” he replied, voice growing louder and more demanding by the second. 

“I’m not going to drop my entire life for you, Kaito Momota! You may be the Luminary of the Stars, but they don’t revolve around you, and neither do I, shockingly. I quit my job so I could take care of the house for us, be the homemaker, but that stops now.” You somehow manage to stay calm in the face of his purpling face.

You thrust a packet of documents in his face. Divorce papers and proof of a new life. A new career. “Read it,” you snap. 

He keeps his mouth shut, unexpectedly, and flips through the papers, the tension swirling in the air as he gets closer to the end of the stapled papers. His jaw is clamping tighter and tighter. 

Kaito rips the papers in half, furious. 

“I’m not agreeing to this!” he shouts. “You want to leave me now? It’s not that easy. You’re mine, goddammit!” 

Of course, he’s throwing a tantrum like a spoiled, unruly child. Like you could’ve expected any kind of mature response from him. You shake your head disapprovingly, wagging your finger in his face as your lip curls in disgust, of both his behavior and of your own decision from years ago to stay with this man, this man who seemed to love you only because you had loved him at some point. 

“It’s too late. You had a chance to keep me, and you good-as threw it away and spit on it. I predicted that you’d act like this, so I have an extra copy of the documents. No matter how many you rip up, I’ll have more, so I suggest you just quietly sign them and let me go peacefully.”

Consumed by fury, he starts stalking toward you, heavy feet thudding on the wooden floor, and you back up toward the wall, back hitting the wall as his fist does, albeit one much harder than the other. 

“I should’ve known you’d betray me like this! You never even cared about me in the first place, did you? You were only delaying leaving out of spite for me!”

He dared say that now? You felt uncontrollable anger, and then it was swallowed by the chilling fires of bitterly crushed hopes and grief. Grief for your lost love, grief for your lost years, grief for your lost dreams, and grief for your lost self. 

“No. I stayed with you this long because I loved you too much to let go of you,” you smile ruefully, and reach out, stroking his cheek tenderly. “But that ends now. You’re the one who has never cared about me. You only stayed with me to feed your ego, because you knew I adored you beyond redemption. You used me however you liked because you knew I loved you unconditionally.” 

Your voice cracked, and you felt unplanned tears slip from your eyes. Nothing beyond this all-encompassing misery could be imagined, yet you had already planned a future for yourself. Without him. 

“I love you, Kaito. But it’s time to face the music. You don’t love me, and the longer I stay with you, the more pain you inflict upon me.”

He didn’t seem to see this coming at all. Frozen, he slowly let his fist fall from the wall, and walked over to the dining chair, sitting down and slumping in his seat, drained. 

You leave the documents on the table and set some bandages on top of them for his injured fist. You leave with a quiet goodbye, closing the door firmly with a clack, but he doesn’t respond. Nothing he said would change your mind now, even the truth. 

Rantaro Amami

You couldn’t move as you stared at the scene unfolding before you through the cracks of the door. Rantaro was making love with someone other than you. Those soft lips of his were kissing the lips of someone that wasn’t you, and his skilled fingers ran over curves that weren’t yours. 

You ran away. What else could you have done? After some digging, you found out he had been seeing her since almost the start of your relationship with him. 

A week later, you ask to meet up with him in a cafe, and he accepts, unsuspecting. 

“Rantaro, I’d like to break up.” You say this with grave finality and serious eyes, yet he seems to take it as a joke. 

“You’re kidding, right? Though that’s not a very funny joke,” he says, and then his green eyes look into yours, see the stoicism inside. “Oh, you’re serious.” His demeanor immediately changes to one of gentle concern. “Why? Have I done something wrong? Can I fix it?” He reaches a hand out to touch your cheek, maybe to offer a friendly pat to your shoulder, but whatever it is, you smack his hand away with perhaps more force than necessary. 

“Don’t touch me with those filthy hands of yours!” You’re not in the mood. 

He recoils, his face full of confusion and betrayal. You could only think how ironic that the same expression had been plastered on your own face only a week ago. 

“You said my hands were beautiful. What’s with the attitude change? Is that why you want to break up? You don’t want me to touch you? That’s fine, I can avoid touching you–” 

You interrupt. “Cut the crap. I know you’re seeing someone else.”

He has a very controlled reaction. As expected of a guy as socially adequate and perhaps manipulative as himself. 

“What do you mean? I would never. That’s a low blow right there,” he chuckles with a pained expression, putting a hand to his chest dramatically. “To think my beloved s/o would think so lowly of me,” he says. 

You have absolutely no sympathy for his acts. How many times had you been tricked by those very same looks?

“I know. There’s a difference between I suspect and I know, and I know, Rantaro,” you retort sharply. “I saw it myself. Be honest, you never even cared about me, did you?”

His eyes widen in realization, and he shakes his head. 

“I do care about you. Too much to use you for dirty things like that,” he replies, biting his lower lip. 

You stand up to leave, and he does the same, only to have you point a finger in his face. 

“Stay right there, and don’t move an inch until ten minutes have passed. We’re over. I don’t want you to act like you actually love me, or god forbid, cared enough about me to even maintain human decency and break up with me if you didn’t want this relationship.”

You turn and walk away, only seeing him sink back into his seat and put his head in his hands. You don’t know what kind of expression he’s making now, but you’re not sure you even want to know as you run from the times you spent with him, times you were now sure were all false and devoid of the love you had believed in.

Shuichi Saihara

You knocked on the door of the detective’s office. 

“Shuichi? We need to talk,” you call out. 

But there’s no response. You push the door open slightly, only to see him wide awake and fully absorbed in a case file, tapping the desk in concentration. You sigh, and close the door, leaving him alone again. 

This continued to happen for months until you finally got sick of it. You had tried reaching out to him, being selfish and asking for time out. But you were more often than not rejected, and Shuichi rarely spent more than an hour with you at a time. 

You didn’t bother knocking this time, just burst in the room, only to see him reading his case files like usual. He didn’t even look up at your noisy entrance. You close the door behind you and walk right up to the desk, rapping on the desk. 

“Shuichi. I need to talk to you right now. And no, it absolutely can’t wait,” you say. 

His head lifts and those amber eyes of his meet yours. 

“What is it?”

You snatch the case file from his hands and put it down on the desk. 

“I need your full attention.” You sit on the chair in front of the desk that his clients usually use, a wooden chair with a cushioned back and seat. 

“I’m listening,” he says, looking distracted. You could take the case file away, but you couldn’t take his attention. Best make it quick, then. 

“Let’s break up.”

His full attention is now directed toward you. For once, Shuichi is actually looking at you and listening to you. His tired eyes, rimmed with red from the lack of sleep, are now wide and looking into your own. 

“Break up? Why?”

You sigh, looking away from his direct gaze. It was a little intense compared to his usual lack of attention. 

“Isn’t it obvious? You’re a detective, you figure it out.”

But when he sits in quiet contemplation for an entire minute, you decide that neither you nor he have got that long and answer him properly. 

“Shuichi, it doesn’t take a detective or a genius to figure out that you don’t even care about me,” you state dryly. “You never want to spend time with me, never pay attention to me even when we do and don’t remember important dates that we share, like birthdays or anniversaries.”

His mouth is gaping like a fish, opening, and closing like he wants to speak but doesn’t know what to say. You don’t know what he’s trying, but you plow on. 

“Truthfully, you’ve never cared about me from the start, have you? Your work will always be more important to you, even if I’m suffering or there’s an important occasion for me,” your voice wobbles. Tears roll down your cheeks, unwanted and yet there, full of the pain and loneliness you had endured the past months. “If I’m sick, you can’t even take care of me. That’s why I’d like to break up.”

He pins his gaze to his cherry-wood desk, looking equally pained. For what reason, you weren’t sure. 

“I… I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to leave you alone like this. And for the record, I do care about you,” he replies. He sounds sincere, but you can’t be sure. What you are sure of is that you’re not willing to take another chance and risk more time wallowing in uncertainty and misery, alone. You repeat yourself, trying to give yourself some more confidence as well. 

“Let’s break up.”

He wipes a stray tear from his own eye, and you feel your heart twinge. After all, feelings can’t be cut off so easily. But you’ve decided. You’re tired of being alone in a relationship. 

“Okay, if that’s what’s best for you,” he says, trying to muster a smile, but unable. He grimaces. “Sorry, you should be the one crying. I’ve been causing you so much trouble.”

You smile and stand up. He does the same, and you give him one last hug, feeling the warmth of his slim body before letting go, almost reluctantly. 

“Thanks, Shuichi. And you have every right to cry. It’s too bad it ended up like this, but I have had some happy times with you, and I do love you.”

You part ways with him, both of you shedding tears, but offering goodwill and wishes to each other for the future. You do love him, after all, so you spend some time crying it out. But in the end, you were as alone with him as you were without him anyway.

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[katsukiboom]

Ok, so I just read part 1 and 2 of your Cheating! Bakugou fanfic where Reader ends up marrying Izuku, I was wondering if you’d do a part 3 where it’s 16 years later after the wedding and Katsuki runs into s/o and Izuku’s son while he’s working at UA? Katsuki still being single, a smoker and alcoholic? Love your work❤️

ok so ???? i’m sorry it took me so long to get this done but i literally couldn’t nOT stop writing and this reached 3.4k words and i’m like ????????? why ??? but i hope you like it my dude! i left out some things like the alcoholic part since i don’t think u.a would hire someone like that but after that it’s all good (ノ^∇^)

PART 1 || PART 2

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16 years.

For some, it seems like a life – for you itwas as if only one had passed, your happiness preventing you from noticing timepassing faster than anything else.

You had everything you always wanted on thepalm of your hand: a loving husband with a great heart, a nice house, yourpersonal economy was stable and the cherry on top of the cake was the amazingson you had been blessed with and that had made it into Yuuei with perfectscores. Truly, what could be better? Nothing was missing from your life as faras you could tell, and everything that came before Izuku seemed to be blurry inyour memory, like some bright light covered most of it to protect you fromthings.

The only clear thing you could always seewas his face, and the only clearmemory that gave you strength was remembering the night you left Bakugou. Theempowerment it gave you to storm out of the house that one night so many yearsago still rushed through your veins and even made you feel lucky at times,given the fact that many new doors opened after that that made your life turnupside down in a good way. You harboured no ill feelings towards Katsukithough; it was only life you told yourself, and to be completely honest you hadnever been completely sure about the compatibility you shared.

That, of course, was only in your mind now,and you were sure you’d never dare to tell anyone about it – after all thattime you understood your happiness wasn’t with him, and you hoped he understoodthe same about his own. The only glimpses you caught of him were in Yuuei’sannual class reunions, where he just stood far from everyone next to the wineand avoided every attempt of small talk his old classmates tried on him. Youwanted to ask about his work and what had happened to the great Ground Zerothat was supposed to take over the hero world, but you never truly had thechance to do it.

But it didn’t matter anymore, as every timeyou turned to look at the one you decided to share your life with your heartgrew three times its size and beat with the strength of a hundred horses… or soit felt like. Izuku was all you could’ve dreamed in a partner – sweet,faithful, loyal, helpful, gentle, smart, protective (without gettingoverbearing), he made you feel whole, and many more things you could say abouthim but that would take too long to even put into words. You felt like he wasthe one destined for you, your soulmate to give it a name, and when you bothwelcomed the fruit of your love into the world about a year after the weddingit was the realization that nothing could go better.

Toshiro was nothing short of an amazingchild: well-behaved, always willing to lend a hand in the house, and respectfulto everyone around him. He took after his father, with green short curls andbig eyes, freckles spread all over his little face and even for his fifteenyears of age he seemed to have an amazing understanding of what he wanted to becomein life – ever since he made his desire of becoming a great hero like hisfather known to you two, Izuku had taught him early on to analyse every littlething he could about heroes, villains and Quirks, lending him his variousnotebooks in the process to encourage him to make his own. Sometimes he seemedmore excited than his own child and you found it adorable, hoping for the bestto come to your son.

When he came home with a beaming smile totell you the news that he had finally been accepted into Yuuei, 1-A to be morespecific, Izuku and you could not contain the happiness that filled yourhearts, and you granted Toshiro’s wish of going wherever he wanted to both as acongratulatory and parting gift, since it would only be a few weeks until hemoved to the dorms you knew well. Your child told you how everyone in theschool knew who his father was and how proud he was that ‘Deku’ had become suchan icon between the youth, as well as how one of the guys in his class wasMonoma’s son, something that made you laugh a bit.

Every day Toshiro called you at night tolet you know how his day had been and you were truly happy until a week passedand one night his voice through the phone sounded sad and angry, something youfound extremely confusing since he never really got upset about anything andtried to learn from everything around him.

“We have a substitute for homeroom until MrAizawa comes back from overseas,” he explained with a little sniff; whoever hadmade your little boy feel like that would have hell to pay for. “It’s thisbitter guy who’s always bringing up the fact that we need to be better versionsof the ones who came before us, and he’s always bringing up dad and claiminghe’s not worthy of being number one – I’m starting to feel that he doesn’t likeme because of him. He’s always making me overwork and today in training classhe completely ignored my scores even if I tried my best.”

“Have you tried talking to other teachersor even the principal?”

You were worried that you’d show signs ofanger or anything else that could affect Toshiro even more, but if that wasthere he didn’t give away anything. “I spoke with the counsellor who told mehe’s known him since he was a student and that he’d talk with him tomorrow, sonow I’m just waiting to see what happens.”

You told him to keep you updated on thesituation and quickly diverted the topic to something else to avoid him gettingmore and more upset, but you doubted it would get the thoughts out of his mind.After another ten minutes of talking he started yawning quietly, so you smiledas you said your goodbyes, wishing him a good night and ending the call. Izukuwas already sleeping due to his hectic schedule, and you made a mental note totalk with him the next day to let him know what was going on – you were a bitafraid he’d try to go and do something at the school, but a little voice inyour head reminded you that it was Deku you were talking about, the gentle andkind being who wouldn’t even hurt a fly.

But when Toshiro called the next night tolet you know that the substitute had tried to shame him in front of hisclassmates, you knew it was time for you to get involved; the kid had never hadany problems at school, and this being a first bothered you to say the least.

“I’ll be going to Yuuei tomorrow morning,”you announced during the very quiet dinner, Izuku eyeing you carefully from theother side of the table as if trying to read through you. “There’s something Ineed to take care of, I’ve already talked with Toshiro.”

“Did something happen to him?” he askedfast and he looked at you with a mix of sudden emotions, but you raised a handto calm him down.

“He’s been having trouble with a teacherfor a few days so I want to go and have a small talk to see if there’ssomething our boy’s not telling us or if it’s just an Aizawa copycat,” you explainedbefore taking a sip of water, purposefully leaving out some details you knewwould rile him up. “I know you can’t make it this week so I’ll take it on myown hands to fix this. I’ll keep you updated so you don’t worry or anything,”you said as you reached over the table to put your hand over his, giving it alittle squeeze in reassurance. You knew he’d worry despite what you told himthough, so you went back to your plate as he started telling you about his daywith a smile.

You woke up at 6am sharp in the cold bedand with a slight headache, something you took as a bad omen of what was tocome but you brushed it off thinking it was only your imagination. Taking a bitlonger to get ready, you looked at yourself in the mirror to fix the lastdetails before heading out to the kitchen, where you got a glass of water whichyou drank almost all in one sip – it was a bit stressing to think about whatyou would say or even do given that it was the first time you ever had to getinvolved, but at least you were thankful no teachers had called you for ameeting yet which meant Toshiro was keeping it together the best he could.

The drive was surprisingly fast for aThursday morning and before you knew it you were parking in front of the maingates, the enormous spread of land occupied by the school now even bettersecured due to the incidents that happened while you studied there. You took adeep breath and exited the car, walking the steps until you were right in frontof the metal automatic doors. They opened a few moments later, a tallindividual dressed in a fur vest and brown pants waiting behind them; he haddog-like appearance, with blond hair and a muzzle that covered half his face.He was very intimidating and scared you a bit but you remembered him fromplenty of times you had also sought his help – it was the pro-hero Hound Dog. “MrsMidoriya now, huh? Good to see you again,” he said lowly, almost like a growlbut you could see the slight trace of a smile on his snout, and you just noddedand greeted him with a little bow. “Your son told us you’d be coming today.Right this way, please.”

Despite his mildly aggressive tone he waskind enough to walk you through the all-too-familiar hallways for what feltlike twenty whole minutes until you reached his office. It was spacious andthere were little changes to it you could recognize, and after sitting acrossfrom his on his desk you glanced around to get used to your surroundings again.“I’m not sure if Toshiro talked with you about what’s been going on, but Iheard from him that there’s a substitute that’s been giving him some trouble,”you started as you turned back to him, “and I was wondering if there’ssomething you can tell me about this issue that maybe he’s not telling me.”

“Has he told you who the substitute is?”Hound Dog asked, his tone a bit sombre or so it sounded to you. You shook yourhead, and he sighed. “I’m sure you know him, he’s been a classmate of yours andas far as I’m aware your husband didn’t exactly get along with him. Bakugou,does it ring a bell?”

The world stopped for a solid minute aroundyou.

“Katsuki is the substitute teacher?”

“He has only a week left,” the hero explainedas he leaned back in his chair, “we called him for help with covering Aizawaduring one of his work trips. We must say that it’s not been the best choice,but Principal Nezu is still hoping to bring out the potential that’s stillthere… or the one he thinks he has.” His words planted on your head as youlistened carefully, and you realized you were gripping onto the armrests astightly as your hands could, immediately letting go as you saw your knucklesturning white. “We have already talked about this with him – it is considered a situation of abuse ofone’s power over someone else, especially when it comes from a teacher.” Hecrossed his arms and closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly thinking aboutsomething when he looked at you again, curiosity filling his gaze. “I can’tguarantee anything, but if it continues like this he’ll lose the job,” the heroadded and then just looked at you, an eyebrow raised as if waiting for you tosay what was going through your mind.

“If you’re expecting my son to go throughthis whole ordeal for one more week then I’m sorry to say the school’sresponsible if anything happens to him,” you spoke clearly and trying not toshow your disappointment. Looking back at the door, you asked, “Is Kats- Bakugou here now? I’d like to have aword with him,” but just when Hound Dog seemed willing enough to answer thedoor opened suddenly, making you jump on your seat but even you didn’t turnaround to see who it was the voice gave it away almost instantly, your gazeinstantly fixing on your lap as if that could hide your identity from him.

“Hound Dog, Vlad has a few things he needsyou to look over for the next fest- oh, I’m sorry,” he said from behind you, obviously not realizing who you were. “Ididn’t think you’d have visits this early,” there was a brief silence as thepro-hero in front of you growled lowly and got up, clearly fully annoyed butwaiting until he walked outside the room to let out some strong words. Youheard he whispered something on the low to Bakugou before grabbing some papersfrom his hands and making his way to wherever he was needed and with a few moresteps the door closed, Bakugou walking to the chair that was now empty. “So,what were you here for then?”

His arrogant tone seemed to return whentalking with someone who wasn’t in a superior position to him, and as he satdown dread filled you as you didn’t expect to go through this on your own. Youlooked up slowly and soon enough your gazes locked, his red eyes widening as itsunk down on him who you were and why you were there. “Hi,” was all you couldsay, but he didn’t reply. You wondered what was going on in his mind and if hewas going through the same array of emotions you were feeling, anger, pity andeven a bit of disappointment mixing together as you scanned over the newfeatures on his face – the scars, the little wrinkles on the corners of hiseyes, the way some white hairs were hidden on his trimmed beard and overall theway he looked at you, like you were a strange creature from another planet.

“Are you here because of your son?” heasked softly yet with a pinch of roughness, letting out a little coughafterwards. He reeked of cinder.

“I’d like to know if there’s anything he’sdoing wrong,” you replied, your eyes never leaving his as he rested his elbows onthe table. “Toshiro’s been telling me some… questionable things about the wayyou teach, and I would like to ask what the problem is. No teacher ever hadproblems with him and it’s been troubling us.”

There was no answer for a moment as hesighed and scratched his nape, and truly you wanted to get out of there as thetension grew by the second. “It’s… the kid’s good, he’s smart and strong,” hestarted, looking away to the opposite wall, and perhaps he knew fully well thenext part was something he should’ve kept private. “I don’t mean any harm tohim, I want him to grow great, I really do – but it’s the personal shit behindit that’s messing me up. I know it’s wrong though, so I want to st-”

“You’re putting personal issues over yourown students’ growth?” you asked, rage invading you as soon as the wordsslipped out of his mouth and sipped into your ears. You couldn’t even begin tounderstand how he had become so careless and even idiotic, letting his owntroubles get in the way of his teaching – you even wondered how he had landedthe job like this. “You know I willtalk with Nezu about this, right?”

He only nodded and turned his gaze back toyou as your scolding made his cheeks turn pink; he looked like a child in painand that made you turn the tone down, even if just a little bit. “You haveevery damn right to do so. I deserve it; I’m pretty sure they were going tofire me anyways,” he muttered almost absentmindedly, as if you couldn’t hearhim. “Look, I don’t want this to turn into a bigger thing than it needs to beand I planned on stopping for these last few days. He doesn’t need this kind oftreatment and I want him to know that he’s better than he thinks. Just like…his father, he tends to put himself down and I don’t like that. Just like I hatedit with Deku,” he explained, but you noticed how hard it was for him to talkabout Toshiro as Izuku’s son or how weird it felt to hear that dumb nicknamecoming from him once more. It felt like he had gotten stuck in a certain place,and you could tell how difficult it had become for him to truly get out.

“I don’t want this to turn any biggereither,” you said as you scratched your nape lightly not knowing what to dowith your hands anymore – you didn’t want to drag the conversation longer thanit needed to be either. Being in his presence made you feel like you’d soon getsucked into the void that had become Bakugou in your life again even if it wasn’texactly like before, and you couldn’t afford that kind of thing. You knewyourself well and you would’ve liked to help him had you known about hisproblems too, but you didn’t have the time or the will to do it. “Just… I don’twant to hear from Toshiro that you’ve been bothering him. If you leave himalone I won’t talk with anyone and this will just be over, and you can move onwith your life.”

He gave you the saddest look you’d everseen him pull off and for a moment it made your heart sink, but you remainedstrong, no matter how many things were running through your head now. He wasonly your past. Nodding, he made no attempt to keep on talking and you took itas a sign you could already leave, but as you got up and turned around to walktowards the door you stopped on your tracks as he spoke again softly. “Do you…”he started, his voice starting to crack a little bit. “Do you think we would’veever ended up like that too? Like you and… Izuku; I’ve always wondered aboutthat, if we would’ve been able to grow from things and be more together, have a family and all that.”

Turning around, you saw him with his face buriedon his hands and you recognized that the habit of hiding when doing something thatwas even the least embarrassing to him was still very present. With a sigh anda small smile on your lips, you couldn’t help but being honest. “I’ve neverwondered about that, because I knew that we would’ve never lasted togetherafter what happened. I wasn’t going to trust you again – it was bittersweet,yes, but it was what we needed and I’ve grown from it, and I think you shoulddo the same. The old Katsuki wouldn’t take kindly to what you’ve done toyourself, especially the cigarettes.”

Katsuki lifted his head to look at you fora split second before looking away again and closing his eyes, and before youleft for good you thought you’d seen the smallest tear falling from the cornerof his eye. You waited until you were back in your car to let go of your own, fallingsilently down your cheeks as ghosts of the past haunted you and opened doorsyou long ago thought had closed already, but your heart was unable to look backand welcome those feelings again. A nauseated feeling invaded you and, withlittle remorse for finally leaving the memories of Katsuki aside once and forall, you started the car and slowly revised the activities you had planned forthe day.

You were sure the routine would keep yourmind busy until you could fill it again with the happiness your new life hadgiven you for so long.

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Of Kings and Shadows XVII

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

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"Say what now?" Tony rocked back and forth on his heels to his toes, growing impatient.

Fury slid the file towards him on his desk, "I need you to look for any weak spots on these machines so we can take them down easily on your next mission."

Tony visibly clenched and released his fists, trying to stay calm, "And what happened to looking for Y/n?"

Fury took a deep breath, knowing this was going to get messy, "I'm sorry, but it's been too long with no leads. That can't be our main focus anymore, we have more pressing matters to attend to."

"So you're just going to give up on her?!"

"No, Tony, but we have to accept that we might not find her. We have missions that we need executing and oh I don't know, taking down Hydra!"

Tony's face started to turn red, "All these people!" He pointed towards where Shield agents were working just down the hall, "are just expendable to you aren't they!? All just little pawns ready to be sacrificed for your little game!"

Fury slammed his hands on the desk, "I cared about her too Tony!" The room became eerily quiet, the only sound was heavy breathing. "She was a good agent, I just can't put all of my resources into finding her anymore."

Tony rubbed his face in his hand while nodding his head in understanding. He took a couple of steps towards the desk and slid the file into his hand. He said in a whisper, "I'll look this over, get it back to you soon as I can..." He turned back towards the door, head slightly bowed.

"Tony."

"Yes?" He didn't turn around, only tilting his head towards the director.

Fury opened a drawer, "It-- It's been checked for sensitive Shield information, so if you want to keep it for her..." He gently placed a phone on the desk, making sure to give Tony his space.

Tony turned back around slowly, eyes flickering from the phone to Fury who took a step back. He picked it up gently and gave it a quick once over. The case was worn, well used. There was a crack or two in the glass screen protector, but the phone itself was in good condition. He sucked his teeth for a moment before patting his hand and pointing at Fury with the phone. He didn't say anything, but neither of them needed to. He exited the office and closed the door behind him.

Once Fury was alone he sat heavily in his chair. He didn't know what he was going to do with them. They were already hard to keep under wraps but trying to get them to work now was going to be a nightmare. Fury wasn't sure if he should be glad that he got Tony done early on. He was sure the most vocal, but the others can be challenging in entirely worse and different ways. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eye, it was going to be a hard couple of weeks and Fury needed all the rest he could get.

The file stared at Tony, the metal shavings and oil residue leaving stains around the corners. He really should be working on it, but instead, the lovingly used smartphone in his hand was occupying his mind. He didn't know exactly what to do, even if he acted like it. If there was one thing he did know, however, it was technology. Tony made sure he had Jarvis back up all the information, the notes, the pictures, the music that she lived by.

Tony tried multiple times to open the file to review it, but he found himself picking up the smartphone again and again. He was puzzled at first as he was sure she had a passcode to keep us, snoopy people, out, but she didn't have one when Fury passed it over. Not that it would make much of a difference since both Tony and Natasha were skilled at hacking with Clint having somewhat of a hand for it. Tony wasn't sure what Loki's abilities were, but he wouldn't put it past him. The rest of the team didn't have the technical ability or desire to pry... on Y/n at least. He came to the conclusion that since Shield looked through it they took the passcode off.

He kept flipping through somewhat familiar pictures and smiling at the old songs.

He wasn't the only one who wasn't moving on from the loss.

Natasha kept hacking into Shield and into the compound. She found all the security tapes with Y/n on them. Both Tony and Fury knew about it, but once they saw what she was looking at they let her be. She kept watching the footage, sometimes freezing the frame to see her smiling face, other times watching some of the happy moments together over and over again. Tony sometimes joined her. Not in person, but he would tap into her hacking session and watch what memories she would dig up. She was rarely alone while watching the recordings. Clint would join her. They sat in silence, hearts aching in tune, what would have happened if they had never dragged her into their missions? What if they were never friends in the first place? Fortunately, or maybe less so, they knew they couldn't turn back time, and loss was not new to them. With how long she had been gone, all they could do was hope she was dead, or if she wasn't, that she hasn't been suffering.

Thor was having a hard time wrapping his head around how to cope. He knew she was gone, but his concept of loss seemed different than the others. Maybe it was because he was a god and he perceived time differently. Maybe he came to peace with it more easily, honor, bravery, a true warrior, all that jazz. Or maybe he just had more time and experience to learn to hide it better. Despite his jovial exterior, most seemed to forget that he was from outside of human understanding.

Bruce buried himself in his work. He didn't want to talk to anyone, and if he did talk about Y/n everyone noticed an unnatural color rising up his neck. She was always kind to him, even if they were on a different page most of the time. He would have to leave the compound more often then he used to, get some fresh air. Tony didn't comment or complain when Bruce requested a jet to take him to a deserted wasteland. Sometimes it's best to just let it out and heaven knows the consequences to him bottling up the tension.

Steve never claimed to be close to her. He never claimed to be coping either. He hid behind his veteran demeanor, his captain mask. Steve tried to fall into his formal numbness, going to his go-to, "she was a good soldier." That was, at least, until Tony snarled at him, "We are not soldiers!"

Loki made sure to tread carefully. He knew first hand how much she meant to the rest of them and the means they would go to defend her. He mellowed down the snark and even most of his presence for a while. He was well aware of how much he grated on the others. The rest of the team didn't look any closer at his behavior and just let him be. Loki wasn't sure if he was grateful for that or not.

They all hit a little harder, ran a little faster, and worked a little longer. Caution was thrown to the wind, while also being increased ten-fold. Every camera was double, triple checked to be operational. Battles started to look more bloody, more messy, but oh so more satisfying. Backs were covered like an ironclad, but their own defenses had holes.

They knew it couldn't last forever, wouldn't last forever. They had to move on. This wasn't the first time they had lost someone, far from it. They also knew it was going to be far from the last time. For now, they took pleasure in beating, bruising, breaking, cutting, killing, bleeding. They used their anger for a little chaotic good.

The faint click and sliding sound of the shop door opening caused Tony to raise his head. He finally opened the file and started to review it, but the phone was sitting delicately under his fingertips on the bench.

Loki walked in, his footsteps light, but his shoulders not so much. The tension grew in the room, both men could feel it. Both knew that something better be apocalyptic for Loki to disturb Tony. And that was usually the only time Loki even tried.

"What do you want?" Tony was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially when he noticed the submissive body language that was so much different than when he usually saw him, but after the meeting with Fury and the stirred emotions of looking through the phone, Loki was standing on thin ice.

Loki started picking at his palm, "I- I heard Fury allowed you to possess Y/n's phone."

"Yes?" There was no reason for Tony to be angry, yet, but everything was grating on his nerves anyway.

Loki could hear the strain in Tony's voice and how he was trying to hold back. He tried to not be bothersome, but there was nothing Loki could do better. His eyes found their way to the phone just under Tony's fingers and he gestured a hand towards it, "May I?"

"Why do you care?! Are you going to break it like you almost broke her, huh?!" Tony exploded, his voice echoed around the machinery making his loud voice sound even louder. Tony wasn't sure why he brought it up. They had all gotten past it. No one really held a grudge from it anymore. Tony tried to reel himself in, but it wasn't working very well. He felt his throat clench and his eyes started to sting. He didn't say anything else for fear of what would slip out.

Tony didn't notice that Loki was slouching slightly until he straightened himself. His submissive demeanor faded, but he didn't turn aggressive, yet. "Y/n defended me when she had the power to leave me be and get injured, maybe die. I had yet to repay that debt. She was kind to me despite what I did to her. I understand your emotional state is tender at the moment. My apologies, I will take my leave." He silently turned around and began to head for the door.

Tony swallowed both his emotions and his pride, "No, wait, Loki."

Loki turned to the side so he could converse with Tony.

"I... I'm sorry," he nodded his head to himself, not sure what else to say. He tapped the phone screen gently with one of his fingers, thinking. After a couple of seconds, he picked it up from off the table, he held it out to Loki, "Here, take it."

Loki hesitated for a moment, that soft body language returned when he carefully took the phone from Tony's hand. He looked it over slowly, holding it with both hands. He turned the phone on and noticed there was no password. His eyes flashed with a bit of confusion, but then softened when he was able to see what apps she had. Loki's finger hovered above the music app when he came to it. He looked back up at Tony who was watching him curiously, "She liked her music, did she not?"

Tony let out a huff, "Yeah, I guess she did."

Loki nodded distractedly. He didn't say anything else before exiting the room just as quietly as he entered.

Tony puffed his cheeks and slowly let out a big breath while releasing the tension in his body. He looked at the clean rectangle on the table where the phone once rested. He sighed and attempted to focus on the file that he got from Fury but with Loki's visit his mind returned to Y/n.

"Jarvis, double your efforts on searching for Y/n. I want you looking at everything, especially any Hydra communication we have access to. We have to pick up Shield's slack."

"Of course sir."

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J.JK Soul Ink- Chapter 02

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"I hope you know what you're getting yourself into Y/N."

"Lay just shut the fuck up and let me pick a goddamn tattoo before I shove my foot down your throat, you've told me that about 40 times in the span of 5 minutes."

"Well, that's you told."

You roll your eyes as Irene and Lay now begin to bicker as you flicked through the book filled with tattoo ideas. A new guy that wasn't Taehyung sat beside you staring at the pair in front of you as they began to get aggressive with their bickering.  

"Are they always like this?" He whispers to you making you chuckle and nod.

"Unfortunately." You sigh. You look up and realize he was also incredibly attractive. Red hair. Slim face, his left eyebrow pierced, a sleeveless t-shirt showing off all the tattoos on his arms that lead up to his neck and one small one on his face. A paper plane. Exactly like what Taehyung had on his face.

"Feel bad for you. Anyway, I'm Jung Hoseok, a pleasure to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, nice to meet you too." You say shaking his hand.

"Found anything that catches your eye," He asks peering over your shoulder to look at what you were looking at. You shake your head, biting your lip in frustration. You were so tempted to just throw the book across the room.

"It's okay, first ones are always the hardest to choose for." He says smiling brightly at you. You were convinced he had superpowers once you seen his smile, all your frustration had disappeared. You close the book and place it on the table and pick another book up that looked a little bit broken. You notice Hoseok tense slightly from the corner of your eye but you shrug it off as you go to open the book, a piece of paper falls out and floats to the ground. You frown and place the book to one side and pick up the paper that looked kind of worn down. You turn around and you stare in awe at the design.

A Chinese dragon. Bloomed flowers wrapped around it. Its mouth open like it's ready to breathe fire or already is breathing fire. It looked fearless, dangerous, feisty ready to cause havoc and damage to anything in its way, a single claw out ready to dig them into its enemy. Horns like the devil, like it wanted to show ita mischievious. You loved it. You wanted this to be inked onto your skin to show everyone that they shouldn't fuck with you.

"This one." You say and turn to Hoseok who was staring wide-eyed at you.

"I want this one." You say handing him it. He looks down staring at the design as Taehyung and a short blonde haired guy walk out from a room.

"Why does Hoseok look like he's about to throw up?" The guy with blonde hair says. Hoseok just holds up the design and the guy chokes on his air whilst Taehyung laughs.

"What's wrong?" You ask in confusement looking at Lay and Irene who were still bickering.

"Oh shit! He's gonna be so pissed when he finds out this is still out here." Taehyung practically yells, laughing.

" Who's gonna be pissed when he finds out what?" A new voice from behind Taehyung says.

It was hypnotic. You couldn't see the person but his voice drew you in. It was almost addictive. Taehyung moves to the side and your breath hitches. You thought Hoseok, Taehyung and the blonde guy were attractive, this guy was ethereal. His eyes were doe-like but held a coldness and danger to them. His lips a flush pink a black lip ring decorating his plump bottom lip. His right eyebrow pierced, it raised in amusement and that made him ten times more attractive. His nose also pierced. Long black hair that was wavy and gave a mysterious vibe. Instead of an airplane tattooed on his face like Taehyung and Hoseok he had a skull so did the guy with blond hair. The Tattoos decorated his neck and arms in sleeves, and you could notice a few peaking out from his tank top on his chest. He was very well built. You could tell he worked out. You could also tell this was a guy you shouldn't fuck with, yet that made you want to know him even more.

The amusement on his face was wiped off his face however when he noticed the tattoo idea Hoseok held up. His face contorted into anger, his tongue poking into the side of his cheek, that's was hot.

"Why the fuck is that still out here." He growls out in anger slowly walking forward. But the blonde guy places his hand on his shoulder to stop him in his tracks.

"Jungkook, calm down. We have customers." The blond guy says sternly, identifying the angry guy.

"Yoongi Hyung, get off me," Jungkook says slowly. Yoongi shook his head. And Taehyung stood looking back and forth between you and Jungkook. Your temper was rising and before you knew it, you snapped.

"Can someone tell me what the actual fuck is going on right now?! I came in here for one fucking tattoo and suddenly there's an uproar about the one I chose so I would like an explanation!"

Lay and Irene finally stop bickering after hearing you yell and stand up quickly, knowing your temper can be lethal.

"Y/N calm dow-"

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm fucking down Lay. I'm confused and want an explanation as to why there's a protest against a tattoo." You scoff crossing your arms. You knew you were probably overreacting but right now you couldn't care less. You had lost your temper and enough was enough.

"Jungkook drew this a few years back, he doesn't really want this tattooed onto someone..." Taehyung says trailing off.

"Then why is it in a book full of tattoo designs for anybody to look at?" You ask glaring.

"Hey! I don't know! One of us must have slipped it in there and forgot it was in there and if you haven't noticed the book exactly isn't in great condition, no has looked through it for years. Don't shoot the messenger I'm just an innocent bystander stuck in a very awkward situation." Taehyung says defensively.

You sigh nod and look back at Jungkook who still looks pissed.

"Why you so pissed off still?" You ask him. His head snaps to you and the anger written on his face fades away for a few seconds before it appears again. That was odd.

"Because, now you have to get this tattooed onto you when I clearly told my hyungs' to make sure it stayed away from the public. That's why I'm still pissed dollface." He snarls at you.

"Excuse me? What the fuck did you just call me?" You snap. He smirks realizing he had hit a nerve and repeats himself.

"Hmm? Oh, you mean dollface?  Yeah that's what I called you. I called you dollface. Problem?" He says sarcastically amused he was pissing you off.

"Yeah, I have got a problem dickface, that problem is you. You got a stick stuck up your ass or something? Or you so defensive because your pride and ego are bigger than your dick?" You smirk knowing you were pushing his buttons.

"You're testing my patience dollface." He growls.

"Feelings mutual honey." You smirk.

"Okay! I'm gonna stop this right here before you rip each other's clothes off and have angry sex right in front of our innocent eyes!" Irene yells standing in between the both of you. She then turns to you and says,

"Y/N, just pick another tattoo to get to stop this drama yeah?"

"Aww, but I was loving it, I was just about to go make myself some popcorn," Yoongi whines teasingly.

"Hyung, shut the fuck up please," Hoseok says massaging his temples and standing up.

"I'm going to smoke, you fuckers have stressed me out," Hoseok says before walking out the shop.

You look back down at the tattoo books and go to pick it up but the irritating yet hypnotic voice of Jungkook cuts you off.

"What are you doing?"

You look up and frown at him and laugh out in disbelief. "Umm, picking out a new tattoo because your sensitive ass just had a tantrum over the one I chose?" You say snarkily. He glares at you and goes to insult you but Yoongi cuts him off.

"There's a rule we follow by strictly in this parlor, and it's whatever tattoo a customer chooses they want, we have to tattoo it on them no matter if we don't want them to have it. So basically what I'm trying to say is the brat has to suck it up and get over the fact you're going to have this tattooed onto you." Yoongi says jabbing Jungkook in the rib making him hiss out in pain.

"And also since he's the designer of that very tattoo he has to tattoo it onto you." Taehyung adds quickly before running off.

"What?! Since when as this a rule?!  You do it or Jimin! There is no way I'm tattooing her."

"Her, has a name dickhead." You snap.

"Oh I'm sorry your highness, did I upset you?"

"Enough! Okay seriously I'm getting bored of hearing this go on from the back, Jungkook just fucking tattoo her and she'll be on her way! Stop acting like a child, you're better than this!" A new voice echoed through the room. Everyone silenced when the authority laced the words. This guy was the boss. You could just tell. Jungkook bows his head and nods

"Sorry Namjoon Hyung..." Jungkook mumble before grabbing the tattoo design off the table and looks at you and says,

"You coming or what?"

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"So why did you decide to get a tattoo at 10pm?"

"Why do you care?"

Jungkook sighs and looks up from where he was drawing out the design frowning at you as Taehyung chuckled from the chair beside you.

"Come on, I'm just trying to have an actual conversation with you before we go back to being at each other's throats," Jungkook says.

"Kinky." Taehyung snickers from beside you before throwing his hands up in surrender when he noticed both you and Jungkook glaring at him.

"Tae hyung, why are you even in here?" Jungkook asks in irritation.

"Hurtful, but I'm here cause I told Miss Y/N here that I'd watch her get tatted and I'm here on Namjoon hyung's order. The reason because he wants to make sure you both don't kill each other whilst being left in a room alone together." Taehyung says chuckling.

"Anyway, I want to get it done to piss my father off. We don't exactly get on."

"I know the feeling..." He says quietly making you frown when you notice the sadness in his voice.

"What was that?"

"Oh! Nothing! Doesn't matter, anyway I'm finished drawing it up what do you think?" Jungkook says holding it up. You loved it even more. You nod satisfied and then you realise. You didn't know where you wanted it to be tattooed onto you.

"Get it on your thigh." Jungkook says like he read your mind. You nod slowly and then you realise, he's gonna see you in your underwear now. You weren't exactly wearing the appropriate underwear for this occasion. Jungkook stares at you and says laughing,

"I need you to take your left leg out your pants you know? Kind of can't tattoo you with them on,"

You swallow the lump in your throat and nod stiffly before unbuttoning your pants and pulling your left leg out the pants and you see Jungkook and Taehyung stiffen when they notice your underwear.

A red thong...

"Oh wow...," Taehyung says absentmindedly blinking a few times before tearing his eyes away from you and looking at the four walls that surrounded you. Jungkook clears his throat and shakily asks you,

"C-Can you lay on your right side."

You nod awkwardly and lie on your right side on the parlor bed as Jungkook places the design on your leg before peeling it away leaving the pen residue on your thigh. This was really happening. You see Jungkook getting the tattoo gun ready and suddenly your nerves set in.

"Nervous sweetheart?" Jungkook smirks. You stick your middle finger up at him and sigh.

"A little, first tattoo and all, does it hurt?" You ask and Taehyung shrugs.

"Feels like a cat scratch." He says making you feel a bit better. You could handle pain but the nerves make you think differ. The buzzing of the tattoo gun snaps you and your daze and you notice Jungkook close to penetrating your skin with the gun. He looks up at you and says,

"You ready?"

You breathe in and nod looking away not wanting to see the skin of your thigh be stabbed a thousand times. You suddenly feel a stinging pain in your leg but it was manageable but you couldn't yelp out to Taehyung,

"This does not feel like a scratch, feels more like I'm stung by a wasp over and over but it's bearable."  

Taehyung nods in agreement. "I know, I just wanted to make you feel better about it."

"Shh, I'm concentrating," Jungkook says not taking his eyes off your leg as he inked it. You guys sat in silence for a good 3 hours and Jungkook was almost finished but a guy with silver hair bounces into the room scaring you all.

"Jimin hyung for fuck sakes, Jungkook is tattooing here!" Taehyung yelps holding his hand to his chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys. I would have knocked if I knew. You didn't fuck up did you Jk?" The Jimin guy asks concerned.

"No, I didn't you're lucky I have a steady hand."

Jimin hums and turns to you and smiles, his eyes disappearing. That's fucking adorable, but it did not match the way he looked. A blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing off his many tattoos, tucked into black ripped jeans. An airplane tattoo decorating his face with a nose ring. His plump lips a rouge colour but was free of a lip ring but you could tell he had one from the little hole below his bottom lip. You could also see a tongue piercing decorating his tongue. Huh twinnies you thought as you messed with the hidden piercing in your mouth.

"I'm Park Jimin nice to meet you." He says.

"Kang Y/N, vice versa." You say.

He comes and sits next to Taehyung and his eyes widen when he notices the tattoo that was getting tattooed onto you. "Is that-"

"Don't say another word." Jungkook snaps still not taking his eyes off the artwork decorating your leg.

"Mouth is shut, not questioning it I promise," Jimin says quickly. Junkook sighs and wipes the final ink off your leg and turns off the gun.

"And finished."

You sigh in relief as Jungkook begins to clean it from any ink that was not tattooed onto your leg and to disinfect it. He looks at you and smirks mischievously and says,

"Go look in the mirror." He says amusement evident in his voice. You did not trust that tone.

You hop off the parlor bed and walk over to the mirror smiling happily but it's wiped off your face when you notice small italic writing next to it. He fucking didn't...

"JUNGKOOK WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" You yell at the top of your voice scaring Jimin and Taehyung. You spin around quickly to see Jungkook smirking with his arms crossed. Jimin and Taehyung lean closer to get a look and their eyes widen when they notice the writing.

"Oh, shit..."  Jimin whispers out.

"Since you took away the one tattoo I didn't want anyone to have,  I decided to add my own touch to it." He says staring at the ink on your skin.

'Property of Jeon Jungkook'

"You belong to me now dollface."

#bts #bangtan #bangtanboys #bts mafia #bts mafia au #bts gang au #kim namjoon #namjoon #rm #bts namjoon #bts rm #kim seokjin #seokjin #jin #bts seokjin #bts jin #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #bts yoongi #bts suga #jung hoseok #hoseok #jhope #bts hoseok #bts jhope #parkjimin #jimin #bts jimin #kim taehyung

[golden-deer-dear]

The Cost of Time, Claude x Byleth Angst

Summary:  When an immortal loves a mortal, what happens when time exacts its price?

Notes:  Sometimes when I post I feel terrible afterwards, like I sink into this really bad depression. And I apparently deal with it by writing more. But uh yeah, this is the result of that.

Read on AO3.

The Cost of Time

Their heavy breaths echo through the room, the sound of flesh on flesh breaking through what should only be silence. He fills her, holds her close as he takes his pleasure. Byleth holds on, ignoring that terrible feeling of hollowness that settles in her gut alongside the physical pressure, simply along for the ride. 

Her partner doesn’t seem to notice, or he doesn’t care. He would, that traitorous part of her mind whispers. He would know immediately if you weren't enjoying yourself. 

Byleth tangles her fingers in brown strands of too short hair, the noise of anger that escapes her lips blessedly mistaken for eagerness. Her partner's movements grow faster, sloppier really. Byleth shifts her hips, angling him so he hits just the right spot inside her. He comes with a cry, Byleth gritting her teeth as she reaches between them, well practiced fingers working herself and within a few moments pleasure washes over her as well. 

Her partner is so distracted by the aftershocks of his own orgasm to notice whatever Byleth is doing. She is being unfair to him, she knows she is. He is a perfectly pleasant man, a touch naive but all too sweet. In the afterglow, with stars fading from her vision, and his arms wrapping around her waist, Byleth feels only guilt. 

He kisses her shoulder, lips lingering in a way that stirs once treasured memories, memories that now only bring pain. She sinks into his embrace, focusing on the strong chest against her back and those lips that turn in the smallest of smiles. They are so familiar that for a moment Byleth can imagine warm desert winds and silk sheets, glasses of cooled juice and the scent of jasmine in the air.

And then he speaks, and her illusion shatters. "That was amazing," he says, lips still pressing against her skin. 

Byleth gives a noncommittal hum. She allows herself the warmth of his embrace a moment more, before slipping from the bed. Her lips press firm together, denying the heavy sigh that wishes to come into the world. “I have to go.”

His eyes widen for a moment, his face falling. He tries to smile, but it is so forced it would fool no one, especially not someone like her who has spent centuries decoding the secret meanings of the world’s most powerful beings. “Ah, all right. Do you want me-”

Byleth cuts him off with a shake of her head. “No. We paid for the room, so you might as well enjoy it.” And then, because he looks at her with those pleading eyes, and because she knows she has used him in more ways than she admitted to him earlier in the evening, she leans down and places a kiss against those frowning lips. They feel like his. Byleth tears herself away before her mind pulls her back into something dangerous. She knows she needs to stop. She knows this is not healthy, that it is not worth what she feels after. But like an addict, she chases an elusive high, a drug she once called love.

Byleth flees from the room, flees from the brown eyes staring at her back; brown eyes she so desperately wishes were green.

/

Byleth hunches her shoulders as she walks through cold streets. Very few people are out at this hour, so she is alone under the lamplights. She hates the artificial lights. Always has. There is something about them that hurts her eyes and makes her head ache. But she continues on, not paying attention to where her feet are taking her. 

She gives in every so often, craves the touch of another being close to her. So she seeks out someone that reminds her of him, a man whose smile shines with secrets, a woman whose eyes laugh with mischief. Or the brown eyed man she just left, who has his kindness. She desperately runs toward the companionship and pleasure they offer, only for guilt to ravage her mind as soon as the act is over. Betrayal, her unbeating heart screams at her, despite that he has spent long centuries in his grave. He went to the one place she cannot follow, and she hates him for it. 

But, only for a moment. Guilt is quick to come crashing down around her, washing away any justification she could fabricate for her desecration of his memory. And it is worse now, so much worse, because they dug up his grave. Her morning sun has had his eternal slumber interrupted, and she simply stood by while they pillaged the treasures of their home, shifting aside stones that once formed the walls of their palace until they came upon the ultimate prize. 

Numbness shot through her when she saw the news. The legendary King of Unification found! Proven to be history instead of myth! They praised him for all he had done, warping their history with false beliefs they believe to be facts. They are going to put him on display, like some common roadside attraction all can come to gawke upon. 

And she did nothing to stop them.

Byleth pulls up short, a sharp hiss escaping her lips when she realizes just where her feet have taken her. Spread out in front of her, marked off in offending yellow little squares, are the foundations of one of the proudest forts in Fódlan’s history, the jewel they had turned into the symbol of their dreams. 

She can see the halls starting to form, the tiles and marble long since tarnished by time. In her mind she walks those halls again, fingers caressing works of art she long ago took for granted. She can hear the laughter of her friend, the squabbling of politicians and warriors alike. And most clearly, she sees him, his smile so bright it blinds her. He marches forward with a confidence that is all his own, and sweeps her up in his arms. And for a fleeting moment, she is home again.

“I thought I’d find you here.”

The voice breaks her dream, and a darkness grips her heart. She fights the urge to lash out, to scream and cry at the woman who has stayed by her side for so long despite Byleth best efforts to push her away. Instead she simply says, her voice as cold as the winter air around them, “What do you want, Flayn?”

“We’ve been worried about you.” Flayn steps up beside her, survey the remnants of the Locket with a different type of sorrow in her eyes. She is older now, taller and more mature. She looks like a young woman. No one would mistake her for a teenager now. “I’ve been looking for you since the announcement.”

“I didn’t want to be found,” Byleth answers simply. She found out long ago why Macuil and Indech decided to isolate themselves from their brethren. Some things were just too hard to deal with when someone who understood was by your side, especially when you were trying to run from that thing. 

Flayn says nothing, simply stands beside her. As the minutes drag on, Byleth feels her resolve crumble slowly brick by brick. She has been so lonely, so desperate for anything to make her feel some kind of optimism again, but the more time that passes, the more her own bitterness lingers on her tongue. 

He would hate you if he saw you now. He would be disgusted.

A single choked sob leaves Byleth’s throat, and Flayn immediately takes her hand. She does no more, but that simple gesture is so much more than Byleth knows she deserves. Flayn holds on as Byleth takes deep gasping breaths. Even after centuries of having emotions, she still finds them difficult to process. There are times when she wishes she had never learned to feel, but those thoughts are quickly quashed. It would mean tearing out the place in her heart that is his, and she can never do that.

Flayn’s question is so unexpected, something Byleth never thought to hear, that it takes her a moment to work out the meaning of the words.

“Would you like to see him?”

Byleth shivers from something deeper than the cold. Her fingers squeeze Flayn’s, mint green eyes wide with hope and desperation. “You can do that?”

Flayn nods and squeezes her hand in return. A kind smile is on her lips as she begins to pull Byleth away from the excavation site. “Come with me. I shall show you.”

/

It is the dead of night by the time they reach the museum. Seteth waits on the top of a staircase that has no right to contain so many steps in the first place. As Byleth places a foot on the first step, she feels his eyes on her, judging her. By the time they are scaling the last ten steps, Byleth feels ashamed when she realizes that what she took for judgement is actually worry. 

“I’m glad you came,” Seteth says in a voice both calm and low. Byleth has not heard that voice in years, and it sets her off kilter. Seteth is dressed in a fashionable suit, his hair shorter and slicked back. He looks like a proper businessman. No one would look at him and assume he was once part of an ancient race, venerated by thousands for centuries. No, the goddess had left Fódlan long ago, and her mark had faded. She is now more myth than the legendary king who shaped borders still in place to today.

Seteth takes her hand and helps her up the last few steps, guiding Byleth into the museum. She wants to tear down the posters and hanging advertising the treasures of Fódlan’s forgotten age, the center of which is the king himself. She does not realize how hard she is gripping Seteth’s hand until he gently squeezes hers, the gesture so remarkably similar to the one Flayn had used on her earlier that night. 

They glide past other exhibits, rooms and rooms filled with valuable artifacts. They are as nothing to her. Byleth focuses only on the destination, but when they arrive, it is all too soon. 

Seteth lets go of her hand and bows, arm sweeping out to invite her inside. “He is just through there,” Seteth tells her.

If her heart could beat, it would drown out all noise. But it does not, so there is only a dull echo roaring in Byleth’s ears, growing louder as she takes the first tentative step away from Seteth. The low lights reveal artifacts already taken from their resting spots. There are weapons after weapons. She vaguely recognizes Nader’s battle axe and Judith’s rapier. There is a collection of accessories, many of which Hilda made for Byleth with her own hands. There are documents and diaries, their pages yellowed and crumbling, only in the early stages of translation. 

But at the center of it all, surrounded by so many of the objects they had loved, is the man she has not stopped loving for more than a millennia, body preserved and perfect as the day he was buried. It was the one gift she could give him, if she could not follow him into the grave herself.

Byleth fights to pull air into her lungs as she takes step after step. By the time she reaches the casket, Byleth is shaking so hard she feels she will fall apart. She raises her hand, sobbing when it meets glass, preventing her from touching his sleeping face. 

His name is ripped from her, her very heart pulled from her chest. The part of her mind that is still coherent notes that she has not said it since he drew his last breath and she was left begging him to come back. 

“Claude!”

Byleth sinks to her knees, leaning her forehead against the glass. He is so close, just inches away. She could easily break the glass and reach him, but she cannot bare to taint him like that. She has destroyed the woman he treasured so dearly, stabbed the memory of his love until it became nothing more than a bloodied mess left floating in the endless expanse of time. 

She cries, grieving for all the things she has lost. Her hate, her bitterness, her shame, kneeling there she realizes how much they have haunted her over the years. She cries them out, releasing them into the ether. It would be much too late to start over now, expect she is immortal, and time means nothing to one who is not swept aside in its flow.

When her tears have stopped and breathing once more comes not in heavy sobs, Byleth gets back to her feet. She kisses the glass, right above Claude’s lips, caressing the cold material and wishing it were his warm cheek beneath her fingers. 

The soft click of Seteth’s shoes echo in the chamber, alerting her to his approach. “I’ve done what I can to keep him safe,” Seteth says.

Byleth’s heart swells with gratitude for the man she has so mistreated. “What will happen to him?”

Seteth sighs heavily, those shoes clicking again as he taps his foot. Byleth knows then that she will not like the answer. “He will remain here while the exhibit is up, but after that I will be forced to give him over. There are those who wish to run tests on him to determine how he could have remained so pristine after so long.”

Byleth growls, the sound completely animalistic. Seteth’s eyes widen in surprise and he takes a step back. His moment of fear breaks her yet again, Byleth huddling against the glass as she experiences another whiplash of emotions.

“I will not allow it,” Byleth whispers, pulling back the powers that had flared up at her call. They feel strange, leaving an iron aftertaste in her mouth. When had she last used those cursed powers?

Seteth shakes his head, recovering from his shock. “Byleth, there is not much I can do to stop it. I will continue to try, of course, but…” He sighs again, looking over his shoulder as Flayn joins them.

“They will not be dissuaded,” Flayn adds. “There is only one thing we can think of to keep the nature of his entombment secret.”

“What?” Byleth asks. She turns back to Claude. Her heart knows the answer, even before Flayn explains it.

To her credit, Flayn’s voice breaks as she speaks, the words leaving her slowly as she fights through them. It only reminds Byleth of how loved her husband was, how loved he still is. “You have to remove the enchantment.”

Her enchantment that stops time from effecting him. If she removes it now, all those years will catch up to him, and then he truly will be lost to her. But how else can she protect him now? Claude would hate to have his secrets revealed in such a manner, to have them laid bared to the world. She owes him this, after all her betrayals, she cannot let that become his legacy. 

She stands there for an eternity, one too short for her liking, staring down at the man who had loved her so well. She replays the memories of all her favorite times with him, all those little private moments that lived on in the thoughts she tried banishing in her hurt. No more. She could not be this woman he would not recognize anymore.

Byleth kisses the glass one last time, pulling apart the threads of her power that surrounds him. A terrible sigh breaks the silence of the room, imprinting itself upon her heart. It sounds just like him. Slowly, starting at his feet and working its way up, her powers let go of Claude’s body, and he crumbles to dust. 

“Goodbye, my love,” Byleth whispers, holding the pieces of her heart together as that beautiful face of his flakes away. “I’ll do better, Claude. I promise.”

And then he is gone. Byleth loses him for a second time, and somehow she will have to live through it again. 

Two arms, one slender, the other strong, wrap around her shoulders. The two people she has tried so hard to push away allow her to lean on them, guiding her from the past and into the future she has fought against for so long. 

I love you, Claude.

He smiles at her, the sunlight shining through their bedroom window. He is beautiful, hair messy and floating around his face as he brings himself to consciousness. And his eyes, the emerald eyes that look at her with such naked love, shine brightly as he smiles. 

I love you too, By. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

So I asked what if...? And I could only imagine the pain and suffering Byleth would have to go through in this situation, and how it could change her. I know Byleth is probably kind of ooc, but this is how I thought she would change in this situation.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #claude x byleth #claudeth #claudeleth #byleth #fanfic #my fic #angst #one shot

[imagine-loki]

Gifted

TITLE: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 8/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS:  Also on AO3 click here

“So, darling, would you care to explain how you forgot to shield yourself when you shielded everyone else?�� Loki asked you dryly as he drove you to the tower compound where the Avengers lived.  “As I recall, that was the first thing I taught you after you acquired my powers through the soulbond.” Loki wasn’t pleased with you for forgetting that absolute basic of magic.

“It’s Uncle Tony’s fault-” you started, but hesitated, not wanting to throw Tony completely under the bus.  

“Excellent,” Loki replied with a smirk.  “I could use an excuse to punch him in the face. It is so much more satisfactory when there is a valid reason behind the punch,” Loki added wistfully. He wouldn’t actually punch Tony without a damn good reason.  And it had to be a reason that you would agree to. 

You couldn’t help laughing. “You can’t rough him up too badly or Pepper will kill you,” you reminded him. He laughed at that and acquiesced that Pepper would indeed kill him.  A minute passed and he gave you a look, so you sighed and finally continued your story. “I’m not constantly assigned on patrols like most of the rest of the supers…until last month anyway. When I am, I’m always on Tony’s team. You know how Tony is. He only assigns me as support, shielding the others, dampening fires, and healing mostly. So I’ve gotten so used to shielding everyone else while Tony insists I stay away from the danger, that I got out of the habit of making the shields big enough to include me,” you explained. It was really annoying, especially when you were the strongest super on the team. 

“Your uncle is an idiot,” Loki replied dryly.  Tony had messed with your instincts and training until you put yourself in danger.

“Agreed,” you grumbled, twisting the stupid metal bangle around your wrist and imagining all of the fun ways you would destroy the damn thing the second you got it off again.  You hated restraints, though you knew the tower kept a stock of them for villainous supers.

“See that you do not forget again to shield yourself first,” Loki grumbled at you.

“I won’t. I promise. One painful reminder is enough,” you added. Your ribs and arm were still sore and bruised. Battlefield healing was not thorough at all. It was only meant to make sure the combatants could keep fighting until the battle was over. You glared at the metal bangle on your wrist while Loki drove. “Why did I let you do this again?” you asked him grumpily. You really hated being weak or helpless.

“Because I asked nicely, unlike your idiot uncle. You are also intelligent enough to realize that your idiot uncle and I are correct in the assessment that you are about to drop from exhaustion and overwork. You are also smart enough to admit that the healers will guilt you into helping them when you should be resting, because they take advantage of your kindness,” he replied too logically. He was too flattering, but he was also right. You huffed and grumbled.  You hated it, but he was right. 

Why did he have to be right?

You soon pulled up to the residents’ parking at the compound and went to go find your actor friends. It wasn’t hard. They were all outside the tower, using the outside of the building for their filming. You were waved over and greeted with cheers when they crew saw you. You were amazed at how many people they had dressed as Loki and Sigyn. You spotted Tom in the crowd of Lokis and grabbed your Loki’s hand so you wouldn’t lose him before daring to aim that way.

“What’s going on?” you asked Tom once you were close enough to him. You saw Kelly nearby, surrounded by all of the Sigyns.

“We’re shooting a scene where we Loki is using illusions,” Tom explained, indicating all of the doubles.  “I thought you two would have fun with us,” he added with a grin.  Tom was too much like his character at times and had too much mischief about him. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Loki,” he addressed the god, polite as ever.

Loki bowed in reply. “Likewise,” he replied with a grin, excited for the bit of fun and mischief.

“How has the game of ‘which one’s Tom’ gone so far?” you asked. Tom always loved that game. 

Tom laughed. “Wonderfully. This was a terrible idea on their part,”

“Kat! Why aren’t you answering your phone? Where are you? You’re supposed to be resting!” you heard a roaring yell that was unmistakable as Uncle Tony’s. You looked over at where the yelling was coming from. He was on his phone and obviously hadn’t spotted you yet. You were glad you had turned your phone’s ringer off.  You made a mental note to delete that voice mail without listening to it.  

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath. “He’s going to find us.” You did not want Tony finding you yet. 

Loki just grinned mischievously. “Not in this crowd, he won’t,” he whispered in your ear. He used illusions so your outfits appeared to match the costumes of the others. “Go blend in with the others. We’ll hide in plain sight.” you nodded and went over to the other Sigyns, standing so your back was to Tony. It was the only time you ever blended in because of your hair.

“What did you do?” you heard Tom ask Loki quietly, wondering why Tony was so upset with you both.  

“Saved the lives of ten or so civilians,” Loki replied dryly.

“Terrible offense that,” Tom replied just as dry and sarcastically.  You couldn’t help chuckling and made a mental note to keep those two from being alone for too long. They really shouldn’t be alone at all. 

You got cast as extras for the scene, which is what Tom and Kelly thought would happen when they asked you to join them there today. They slipped you copies of their scripts too. You weren’t supposed to speak, just be extras and stand with the other ‘illusions’ and look pretty. That got shot out the window once the crew realized who you and Loki really were.

Tony finally got smart enough to realize that you and Loki were possibly hiding among the actors. Unfortunately, he decided this while you were pretending to be Tom and Kelly and were the Loki and Sigyn acting out the scene. You tried so hard to keep a straight face while Tony started berating a Sigyn, who very much wasn’t you.

“Sorry, I’m not Kat!” she told him with a grin. He growled and went to harass someone else.

“Why don’t you run?” Kelly hissed in your ear, watching Tony patrol looking for you in the crowd.

“I can’t. My powers are shot right now,” you admitted. If it was anyone besides your friends, you wouldn’t have dared say that you didn’t have your powers. “I was hoping he wouldn’t find us until he calmed down some. I should probably give yourself up before he gets too pissy,”

“Not yet. Go do the kiss scene first. I’ll distract him for a little while,” she told you reassuringly. She pushed you out to where they were getting ready for the kiss scene. You had the feeling that was the real scene they wanted you and Loki for. 

Your costume was a halter dress, leaving both of your arms bare, and Loki’s costume had short sleeves for this scene. They also really wanted the soulbond mark in their movie apparently and just didn’t want to ask you outright to be in the movie. So the crew pretended they didn’t know who you really were as they positioned you for the scene. You’d be quietly paid a large sum on the backend for your work.   They thankfully didn’t actually touch us and break Loki’s illusions when Loki gave them the warning that you couldn’t be touched. 

You really didn’t mind kissing your boyfriend for twenty minutes to get the kiss scene just right.  That was an excellent use of your day.  Loki seemed to mind oh so much too. They filmed you from every angle and it should have been embarrassing, but you had missed Loki so much that you were way more interested in kissing him than in the cameras trained on you.

After the scene Tony waded in and caused more trouble. He gathered up all of the Lokis and Sigyns, including yourself and the real Loki. You were doomed then, especially as he was still raging. “Kat, Loki, you can’t hide forever,” Tony growled. “Now which ones are you?” you were a little insulted he couldn’t pick you out from all of the others.

“I am Loki!” Tom announced in his perfect Loki accent, stepping forward.

“I am Loki!” one of the extras announced, stepping forward as well. Tony growled when all of the Lokis, including yours, stepped forward to announce that they were Loki. It was hilarious and you had to fight not to laugh. Tony finally started thinking straight and turned to the group of Sigyns instead. You knew you were caught then. There was no way he wouldn’t recognize his niece.

The girls tried pulling the same stunt for you, but it didn’t work. The second he caught your eye, he knew. “Thanks for trying,” you told them. Tony was so pissed that you were actually scared of him. You’d never been scared of him, but his anger was radiating off of him, and you didn’t have your powers to defend yourself. You prayed that he would remember that before he did something stupid.

Like throw you through a wall again.

Tony grabbed your arm and dragged you from the group of Sigyns. The illusion on you vanished the moment he touched you.  The actors wandered off to pretend to not be paying attention, and actually do the work they were being paid for. The game was over. “What were you thinking?” Tony demanded. “You’re supposed to be resting!” he roared at you. You felt yourself shrink away from his roar, but you couldn’t, wouldn’t cower from him. 

You straightened your spine and glared up at him.

“What were we supposed to do? Let those people die?” you demanded, reaching your other arm around to the small of your back where your enchanted dagger sheath was, just in case this conversation went poorly. 

You wasn’t defenseless.

Even without your powers, you weren’t defenseless.

“Why were you even in that situation?” he roared back.

“We went out for breakfast and there was a car crash! We didn’t plan it,” you snarled at him. You couldn’t control everything around you. That sadly wasn’t one of your powers.

You saw his hand curl into a fist and acted before you could even think about it. You had a dagger drawn and held between us, in a defensive posture in an instant. You had practiced so much with the daggers that drawing one was instinct and effortless. You realized that right that, you didn’t and couldn’t trust Tony, not with the power between you so out of balance. Tony would never hurt you on a normal day, but his anger was out of control.  His anger was created by fear for you, but it had still gone out of control.

Tony’s eyes grew wide when he realized, when he realized he had really truly scared you. His anger evaporated at once. You had the feeling that might have been Loki’s plan the entire time, to try to get Tony’s anger under control before you had to deal with him. “Kat, I’m sorry,” he said softly, letting you go. “I wouldn’t. I swear I wouldn’t-”

“You have before,” you reminded him, taking a step back and moving your free arm to the sheath at your back. Just in case. He had hit you once before when his temper got the better of him. He hadn’t meant it then either, and it was only because Loki was there that you had healed from that experience. It was before you had powers of your own.

“He will not again, darling,” Loki said, stepping away from the actors. He had let you fight your own battle, since he knew that you could. He stepped between you and Tony, shielding you from your uncle. “You can put the dagger away, love. I’m quite sure your uncle would like to have a nice calm conversation about this morning with us inside,” he suggested pleasantly.

“That’s one of the first decent ideas you’ve had,” Tony replied, trying desperately to sound calm and jovial, trying to ease your mind with his tone. You weren’t entirely convinced, still on edge without your powers, but you sheathed the dagger anyway.

“Can I get a shower before you yell at us? I think I still have blood in my hair,” you grumbled. You were still grungy and gross from battle and covered in cuts, scrapes, and a couple of ugly bruises. Loki had hidden them with illusions for playing with the actors.

“Fine,” Tony grumbled. “But don’t disappear. Hang out here today,” he suggested.  It wasn’t really a suggestion, but he was trying to make it sound like it was. 

“You’re not going to yell?” you asked. Disappearing before he could yell sounded like a good idea. 

“Just lecture. A little,” Tony replied with a smile.

“I think you can handle that,” you told him, trying to smile in return. It was hard, though.

You wrapped your arms around one of Loki’s as the three of you walked into the compound. You needed the extra security of Loki’s presence. You were feeling too unsteady without it. Part of it was exhaustion and part was your powers being bound. You really shouldn’t have used all of that power earlier, but you couldn’t have let those people die either. You and Loki headed up to the floor of the compound where your suites were. “I made sure they didn’t touch your suite,” you commented while you walked.

“Thank you for that,” he replied and seemed pleased that his room hadn’t changed.  That his second home hadn’t changed.  Loki slowed and looked down at you. “Are you alright?” his voice was full of concern. You realized you were still holding onto his arm too tightly and loosened your grip, holding his hand instead, and not squeezing it hard enough to bruise.

“Sorry. I’m feeling off today.” you admitted sheepishly. 

He kissed the top of your head. “I know, darling. You will feel better once you get some actual rest,” he insisted. He left you at the door to your suite, after checking the inside for intruders before you entered, so you could shower and change into clean clothes in peace. 

His suite was just across the hall.

Loki was home.  You both were. It felt strange after all this time, but it felt right at the same time.

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