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For King and Country (12/122)

For King and Country | saratogaroad rating: T total wordcount: 280,466 characters: Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane, Aranella, Batu, Tani, Lofty, Leander Aristidies, Bracken Meadows relationships: Roland Crane & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Aranella & Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum, Roland Crane & Aranella, Batu & Tani, Batu & Evan, Tani & Evan, Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum & Lofty, Rolander other tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Violence, Mother-Son Relationship, Father-Son Relationship, Place Slowly Becomes Home People Slowly Become Family, Found Family, For Want of A Nail warnings: none

Pulled from his world by mysterious powers, former president Roland Crane finds himself caught in the middle of a coup meant to take the life of the young King Evan Pettiwhisker Tildrum. Joining forces with Aranella, the pair of them set out to aid Evan in making his dream of a kingdom where everyone can live happily ever after a reality.

But the road to peace is a long and treacherous one and there is no promise of success in a world where darkness spreads ever thicker with each passing day. If they are to stand a chance, they must stand together, for king and for country.

(A retelling.)

The weeks while Evan was away passed slowly. Left with little to do but keep the steadily working Pirates in line, Aranella struggled not to give in to the curse slowly eating away at her. With each passing day it crawled up her leg, a little more with each sunrise. The pain of it kept her up late into the night, stealing her sleep more and more with each passing sunset. The pirates must have realized something was wrong because she woke one morning, her cursed leg dragging, to find that someone had left a much more usable crutch at the entrance to her tent.

After that, she could no longer deny it even to herself: they were decent people when one got down to it. She could never—would never—get behind their methods, nor could she ever truly forget or forgive what they had tried to do to Evan, but…at the end of the day, they were just people. And people did whatever they needed to do to survive in this world, no matter how desperate and deplorable it seemed.

This was a world where war and strife had taken hold and refused to let go. They could try to fend it off, build fences and till fields, clear the land for proper houses and a castle surrounded by the river’s natural protection, but no amount of beautiful sunrises and clear spring days could do away with the looming pall of death around every corner. It was after her, too, and more than one night she found herself laying awake, counting the throbs in her thigh and staring at nothing as her mind whirled over and over around the same question. What would happen to Evan, she kept wondering, if she died so suddenly? He had already lost his birth parents and she was all he had left. He was all she had. The idea of leaving him bereft of all family put more ice in her veins than this curse ever could have. He would be entirely alone if she died, and that was just a terrifying thought.

Except…he wouldn’t be, would he? Roland would be there. He had proven himself to be a trustworthy man, even over the short time that Aranella had known him, and was nearly as protective of Evan as she was. If she died, he would be there. He had given her his word.

She wanted to trust that he'd keep it, but she knew better than to assume that would be the case. King Leonhard had promised he would survive, and yet here they were. Bereft of family, home, and any sense of safety. She knew better than to just assume that giving someone your word meant you would keep it, but Roland…there was just something about him. Something she couldn’t place, even as it almost seemed to make her want to trust him. She wondered, one balmy morning, if he was who Evan would become as he grew. Quiet, sure of himself, and able to step into a leadership role. He could do much worse than someone like that to emulate.

He could emulate Batu! She snorted at the thought. Evan would sooner eat his own tail than become so…loud. He was a cheerful boy, yes, but there was that and then there was. Batu. She shook her head.

“Miss Aranella!”

Speak of the devil. Two weeks to the day after they had left and here they were. Aranella turned, only for her stomach to drop into her ankles as she caught sight of Evan’s livid face. His teeth were bared in a snarl and his cheeks were streaked with mud. The others, walking in behind him, looked no happier. Each of them were littered with mud and grass stains; even Lofty, watching her with a serious expression, was utterly filthy. How in the world had that happened?

“What happened?” She asked, searching their faces. Roland looked ready to yell someone upside down and sideways, but Evan…she hadn’t seen him this wordlessly furious in years. He hissed loudly, throwing his hands up and burrowing into her shoulder as if to hide from the world. His shoulders were trembling, and though she wrapped her free arm around his back she didn’t try to get an answer from him. She looked to Roland instead. “Did Niall not want to trade?”

“Niall wasn’t the problem.” Roland said with a shake of his head. There were leaves caught in his hair, but he didn’t try to pick them loose. He raised one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Not in that way, at least. It turns out he gambled away the deed to the Forest.”

Aranella blinked. “What.”

“Just as it sounds, Miss,” Batu said, arms crossed over his barrel chest. “He offered it in a round of dice at Goldpaw and lost the bloomin’ thing just like that. He was fine with us takin’ what we need…if the woods was still his, ye see.”

“I…see.” Aranella said. Evan growled, tail lashing violently back and forth. She could just barely feel the beginnings of a yowl in his vibrating throat. It seemed he was beyond the end of his rope. She tightened her grip on him, swallowing hard around a dry mouth as she shook her head. “That complicates matters.”

“That’s a funny way of putting it,” Tani grumbled, redoing her braids while she stood there. “Now we have to go all the way to Goldpaw and try to get the thing back just to get wood.” She looked up at Aranella and gave her a fleeting smile. “But we figured we’d come back and get you first. May as well hit two birds with one stone, yeah?”

It wasn’t an unsound idea, but…She glanced down at her leg. Could she make the journey? Hobbling around camp was one thing since it wasn’t very big, but to make the trek to Goldpaw…would she even last that long? The curse was still spreading, still throbbing in tune with her heartbeat. She certainly couldn’t fight like this! She opened her mouth to say as much, but then looked down at Evan. She couldn’t put him through watching her die, nor could she expect him to let her go without a fight.

She didn’t want to leave him without a fight. She wanted to see him grow up, build this kingdom up into a wonderful place, become the true king she knew he could be, not to mention all the milestones that came with a full, happy life! Laying down to die because she wasn’t sure she could make the journey? What was she thinking? She shook her head to do away with the idea of staying here. She would die if she stayed here any longer.

“Of course,” She said, meeting Evan’s eyes as he pulled away. He looked at her for a long moment, searching her face. She tried to smile at him reassuringly, but it felt too tight. It was clear he didn’t buy it. He hadn’t bought his father’s final promises, either. “Just let me gather my things and we’ll be off.” She glanced up at the travelworn group. “Unless you want to take a nights rest?”

“I don’t think Evan would let us,” Roland said with a mirthless chuckle. Evan turned and hissed furiously, ears folded flat along his skull. Growling low under his breath he pulled away from Aranella and stalked back out of camp. With the air of someone used to preteen tantrums, Roland rolled his eyes and headed after the boy, not so close as to stifle but not so far as to be out of reach if he needed help. In spite of the curse, warmth uncurled in her chest. Maybe it was too soon to make this judgment, but it was still a relief to know that Evan would be looked after.

“Give me a moment,” She said to Tani and Batu, “I won’t be long.”

She could feel them watching her as she hobbled away towards the over-large tent, and she bit her lip to keep silent. The past week had seen progress made in the camp as to clearing land for structures and following Evan’s plans for what would go where, but the tents were still set away from the majority of the noise. Only once she was inside did she allow herself to slump. In truth, she had everything she needed in her arms band still set on her wrist. She had just needed a moment, a simple chance to catch her breath and take it easy for just a little while longer.

Life didn’t seem to be in any hurry to give her easy.

“It’s gotten worse, eh?” Lofty’s sudden quiet voice startled her into turning too quickly to manage. With a breathless grunt she fell onto her hind end, blinking at the oddly serious Kingmaker. In the dim sunlight filtering through the canvas of the tent he seemed to glow, a light held in one hand. “I could feel that curse all the way from the river.”

Aranella looked at her leg, the mark writhing and twisting in response to Lofty’s light. But where she’d have expected more pain, the light seemed to almost behave like Martha’s herbs and numb it away even further. Still, she nodded.

“It’s spreading too quickly,” She said quietly, long past the point of denying it. “I’m not sure I can make it to Goldpaw.”

“Well Evan needs you to,” Lofty said as he walked closer. The light in his hand grew brighter. “So hold still and let me see if I can do a thing about this blasted Darkness.”

Without warning or fanfare, he pressed his hand to her leg. The curse jerked and seized beneath the light, fading slightly from view and taking some of the pain with it. Hope blossoming in her chest, Aranella sat up straight.

“Can you undo it?”

“Pfft!” Lofty snorted, “Do I look like a healer to you, mun? I can keep it at bay for a bit, but undoin’ a curse like this takes skill and practice! I en’t got that!” He shook his head, his whole body really, then sighed. “Best I can do is buy you time and make it hurt less.”

Aranella couldn’t help it: she laughed. It was a raw, tired sound even to her ears, but it was the first time she’d laughed in weeks.

“Not so all-knowing and all-powerful, are you?” She asked him with a half-smile. “Are you sure you’re a Kingmaker, Lofty? Or are you just pulling our legs?” She shook her bad leg at him, grimacing as she quickly regretted the motion. He snorted, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

“I’ll show you pullin’ legs, you cheeky blighter!” Lofty shook a fist at her, but he was smiling anyway. The smile dropped as his light faded. “…You know you en’t got long, right? Curses like this…they ‘en’t nice to anyone.”

“I know.” She bent her leg, fingers tracing the slightly shrunken down marks. True to Lofty’s word it hurt less now, and she was able to struggle back to her feet. “But whatever time I have left is time I intend to spend fighting. I won’t just lie down and die.”

Lofty stared at her with a serious expression for a long moment, but then slowly, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Keep that up, sunshine,” He said, “And you just might make it!”

It was with that thought, that tiny spark of hope, that Aranella left her tent and joined the others. For the next two weeks their group of six marched through the open plains of the Heartlands and into the woods of the Calmlands. The late spring weather made travel simple enough, and with the aid of Tani and Batu even the fights were simpler. The monsters that practically over-ran the countryside nowadays were aggressive and dangerous, but theirs was a competent little group.

It was with no small amount of pride that she watched Evan come into his own. She watched as, with a little help from Roland’s tactical mindset and Batu’s combat experience, he was able to slowly step into the role of a battlefield leader. Though he was the youngest of their group—Tani had been born four months prior to Evan, she told Aranella when they’d stopped for a night—none babied him. He blossomed under their tutelage, and Aranella was glad to see it.

If only they could stay like this forever, some small part of her thought, with Evan this happy and trusted friends around them.

But nothing, not even goodness, lasted forever.

As they drew closer to Goldpaw, things began to change. The monsters became more aggressive, more liable to charge the little party, and Aranella’s curse took on a mind of its own. She could only be grateful that her dress hid the majority of it, but waking one night to find her entire side in agony had nearly shaken the life from her bones. She had laid awake the rest of that night, counting the breaths of her companions. Evan lay curled between her and Roland, his head on her shoulder. He was still so young…the thought of him waking one morning to find her gone was terrifying, even knowing that Roland would be there for him.

Terrifying as it was, that thought was quickly becoming a reality. Lofty’s light forced the curse back less and less the closer they got to Goldpaw, lasting less and less time between the times he had to use it, until the day they were likely to arrive he’d thrown his hands up and stuffed her full of numbing Light magic.

“If you believe in any higher power, mun,” he’d said with an oddly stern look, “Now’s the time to start prayin’.”

He had no way of knowing it had been a long time since Aranella had prayed. There was likely no longer anyone willing to listen to her, but she still wasn’t willing to give up without a fight. Even if she could no longer help in the physical fighting, now relying on Roland to help her walk, she wasn’t just going to quit.

Not with Goldpaw so close.

Leaning on Roland’s arm as they made their final push to the glimmering city, she felt him tense. Lofty’s magic had removed the pain from her curse, but not the effect it was having on her body. She could barely hear anything through the pounding of blood in her ears, and turning to look at him made the world spin alarmingly. Not even that spin could take away the paleness to his face, or how tightly he held his jaw.

“Roland,” She said softly, “Are you alright?”

He looked sidelong at her and tried to smile. It came off as more of a grimace as he asked, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” It was a rhetorical question and they both knew that. He set his eyes forward. “I’m fine. It’s just a headache.”

She could relate. The mark of the curse didn’t ache any longer, but there was a dull headache at the base of her skull that grew with each step. By the time they reached the gate it felt as it someone had taken her head into their hands and was squeezing with all their strength. The bright lights and vibrant colors of the city only made it worse, and she squeezed her eyes shut against it all. It didn’t help; there were a thousand things still going on at once. Vendors hawking their wares, citizens crying out greetings or shouting conversations, the smell of a hundred different kinds of food and drink. It was all too much! She whimpered quietly, stomach flipping as she tried desperately to not be sick.

“Stay with us,” Roland said quietly, his hand on her arm. “We’re almost there.”

It took all the strength she had just to nod. Trusting him to keep her upright she shivered. Her heart was racing, pounding, thundering blood in her ears. Despite the relatively warm air she was shivering, her entire body wracked with a chill that wouldn’t fade. She could no longer feel her side and even her good leg was dragging, forcing her to hold tight to Roland or fall. She could no longer hear Evan’s laughter and forced herself to open her eyes. Squinting against the lights that made her eyes water, she sought him out.

She hadn’t seen him this happy in weeks. He and Tani had run on ahead, painted in so many colors by the hanging lanterns and magical signs of the buildings all around them. Like the innocent children they were, their faces were broken by wide, easy smiles. Batu trailed after them with a booming laugh, and Evan disappeared from her sight.

Aranella struggled to draw breath. It caught in her throat, a hitch and stutter that drew Roland’s attention. He said something to her, but she couldn’t hear him. Up ahead, Batu chased after his daughter. Evan was half turned now, that same smile on his face even as he turned back towards Aranella and Roland. Lofty was at his side.

Please, she pleaded to anyone and anything that would listen, Let him stay that happy.

As if the thought alone had been her calling to him, he looked to her. His smile dropping away was the last thing she saw before she was plunged into darkness.

“Nella!”

#nnk2 #ni no kuni 2 #nnk2 fic #!fic #fic: for king and country

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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I'm new to tumblr so is this how you do request? May I request the brothers forgetting mc's birthday and later remembering it. How would they react? Maybe they were busy or something. Your choice if you wanna do the dateables too.

Trigger warning

Mentions of Angst/sad/slight comfort

Lucifer

Busy almost all the time, the first-born barely spent time with our dear Mc. He would try to finish the work only for more to be slammed on his desk.

Never would his brothers acknowledge his efforts or the sacrifices he made for them. Instead they'd mock him. Mock him for being absent at all family times. Mock him for doing what he does.

It was once again such a time, such a day. They didn't bother to care what the day has held for his beloved. It was their birth.

The birth of the one who truly changed his life along with his brothers. It was such a blessing yet he forgot about it. Entirely.

The Avatar of pride was strong, Lucifer wasn't. He was weak. Vulnerable. Especially against his brothers whom he adored with his entire being.

And the mocking words had stabbed him deeply, which made his current state as to how it was. Drunk. Wounded. Crying.

Rubbing his eyes, he awoke to a mess of his office which screamed the need for cleanliness.

During the process, he found the calender. A sweet calender gifted him by his doll.

A smile had crept on his face as he lifted it for what? Perhaps to calm the unsettling feeling in his bones that told him to run but where he didn't know?

While their lover was, Mc wilted much like a delicate flower would if the sun stopped shinning, they were laying curled on the floor of his room. Mc needed him.

How could he forget his own lover's birthday?! even after he promised... it hurts.. so much...

Yesterday. The poor human cut the cake wished themselves a happy birthday when he didn't...crying...in pain...

The realization hit hard. He ran to Mc's room as fast as he could. A shiver ran his spine and the horror in his stomach grew as each and every step was taken.

Yet could not find them, so he went over to his office expecting a fuming Mc.

He was once again not right, for his beloved was breaking down as he took them into his arms. Consoling.

He apologised and comforted them. Reassuring them over and over again. Reminding them his heart still is with them and no-could ever take it away.

He later threw a party, just like how you wanted. You. Him. And the growing fragrance of the candles surrounding you both.

Though late as it may have been, it was the best birthday the innocent human had. Smiling while he kissed your knuckles, he asked for your hand in marriage.

Never had you expected this...

"I Found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. Will you let me be the reason for your smile and marry me, my love?"

Mammon

As most had expected, he forgot your birthday due to witches or the modeling gig, he did not.

Instead he forgot about preparing your birthday gifts. His excitement had always gotten the best of him.

The Avatar of greed did not have enough budget to prepare the gift you dearly wished for, therefore multiple part-time jobs and skipping RAD became more often.

Despite the scolding, he didn't bother and worked on, just imagining the smile you'd make once you saw what he got you.

''I'll make Mc smile. Just one more hour extra and the budget would be*chef's kiss* '' he thought as his co-workers packed their belongings up.

It was late night and the moons shined brightly over the streets of devildom however he wasn't much worried because it was not like your birthday the next day. (it was)

Stretching his arms, he woke up around 1:35 pm due to his fucked up sleep schedule, only to be greeted by your excited figure cuddling him.

Grey-haired demon thought it was the Delirium before the day itself. He was wrong.

At first he acted totally oblivious to the fact any special day was just around the corner. He knew that surprises even more better!!

And then your great mammon ignored you for a while to rid of the risk of you following him to the destination.

Though his plan was to get your hopes down, he ended up making you cry. It hurts a lot especially when the love of your life forgets your birthday afterall you gave him everything he wanted on his.

The visit was successful. He even had extras left to treat you!!!

The was big achievement for someone who hated working to the slightest, to work for 3 weeks and multiple jobs!!!

But before he left, the seller mocked him about being a damned day late for this gift could have been sold at a better price if not booked.

That is when it all clicked and he panicked. Today was your birthday! Oh shit!!

He rushed home back to you. As he ran, he planned how to ask for your forgiveness.

" Oi Mc I'm sorry!--Oh hell no!!" "Mc I fucked I am sorry, please forgive afterall I'm your first man.--fuck this shit imma just play smooth."

Panting, he paused right before the door of your room and knocked lightly. Seeking your permission to enter.

You lazily opened the door for him, tired after shedding many tears for him.

Mammon instantly knew what to do. "Oi Mc I'm sorry for not wishing ya' a happy birthday earlier but I was busy buyin you somethin', here darlin' close your eyes."

Hearing his apology, you felt oddly happy and followed his request. Soon you felt a soft cold metal cling to your wrist. A bracelet, huh.?

"Open y'er eyes, human." On your wrist was bracelet that said 'His human' and another matching one was on his wrist which said 'Their stupid' . (Now isn't that adorable?)

"I was savin' up for this, so ya' better appreciate it. Hmph!" Giggling you yelled 'I love you' at him making him blush immediately.

However, when he spoke, he spoke genuinely and not in tsundere.

"Ya' make my life worth living. You bring smiles to my face, and y'er touch shows me how much you love me and care for me. Y'er my friend and my lover. Happy Birthday!"

Leviathan

With envy filled to the brim, Leviathan was very focused upon you and having your attention only for himself. To not let anyone snatch you away for they could better be than him, he'd make notes to treat you like royalty and improve his guilt-tripping habits.

Guilt, regret, shame. His heart screamed within the confines of his chest, as he rubbed your back assuring you that he still loved and will continue to do so.

It was his envy. It had always been his envy. Who always held him captive like a bird in a cage, he struggled to break free. He just couldn't.

The fault was his for if he hadn't given in to the jealousy named poison, you would be happily celebrating your birthday rather than crying in his embrace.

The fault was his for if he hadn't screamed at your friends who just came to congratulate you about getting in a relationship with the demon you very much loved and to wish you a birthday.

They left because of him. Not because he humiliated them but he forgot his own lover's birthday and called them a pathetic cheater, as they didn't feel like reminding of what the day was. They had left off with their friends, returning at HOL at night only to get yelled at.

Caring friends as they were, they tried convincing Mc to leave which his love refused. So, they left pitying the poor human.

No-matter how much Mc begged her companions to stay, they didn't.

Oh the suffering for His Normie, they ran upto him vulnerable-ly and started hitting him weakly, breaking down. Why was he? Why was he like this?! Why must he always leave you crying due to his envy?!

"Hey easy...calm down please, I'm sorry. I really am sorry, please forgive me and I promise I will make everything right. Please." "How..?" "Please trust me. My love." "Are you sure..?" "Yes...yes...I love you..."

Could you really trust his statement? You wondered. He could forget his word much like how he forgot your birthday.

The great admiral of hell's navy was true to his word, and successfully united you again with those who almost abandoned you or it seemed like--but no they were just disappointed. They were never going to do such a thing.

The meet went smoothly, and soon the the sun was setting casting shadows along with dying light, it was a dreamy sight for anyone.

Leviathan had known that he still had to make upto you properly and therefore, he took you to the cosmos of frodane.

Red, blue, yellow, any colour you could possibly think of was there, shining as brightly you were.

Taking in a shaky breath, the Avatar of envy gave you a bouquet, each flower consisting different scent which complimented the other.

The shimmer in your eyes gave you away and he gave you a sweetly addicting kiss while mumuring...

"I always cause some mess. It is never your fault. I’m sorry for making you feel unhappy. I cannot believe that I cause hurt to you. You are my only hope for my life. I promise you that I will do my best to make a better version of myself for you, my 3rd waifu~"

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And here we go... the pain and the suffering. Lol

Hope you like it and stay safe everyone. ♡♡♡

Have a good day!

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

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bywhatilove · 3 years

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“The Friend Trap” Chapter Five

“Actually,” Fabian began as he stood up, “I’ll go talk to her.”

Before either Eddie or KT could interject by reminding him of the headspace Nina was in at the moment and that maybe it would be best to send either of them out there, he was out the door.

“Oh boy,” KT gulped as she laid her head onto her palms. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”

Eddie’s eyes widened with shock. “Me? Talk you into this? K.T, may I care to remind you that this was all your idea!”

“I was hoping you would forget about that…” she muttered under her breath. “We are screwed, Eddie. Nina is never going to forgive me for keeping all of this a secret from her. Fabian is going to be pissed at you for ambushing him.”

“Oh my god. Would you relax?” Eddie leaned back into his chair like he did not have a care in the world. “Nina and Fabian will thank us for this one day. Probably not today…. but someday.”

“Yeah. Okay. Sure.” KT stated out loud, mostly for her own benefit. She gestured towards an empty spot by the window, which would give the two a front seat for the Nina and Fabian reunite show. “I guess we should give them their privacy.”

Eddie nodded his head in agreement. Yet, not even a moment later, the two found themselves racing for the empty chair that would provide them with the best view.

“No fair!” K.T whisper-screamed as Eddie pounced down onto it first.

“As Nina’s Osarian and sworn protector, Fabian’s roommate and best friend AND the one who has known them longer, I think that I rightfully deserve the front row seat for their reunion.” Eddie replied as his eyes took focus on two of his best friends.

K.T rolled her eyes, but all of those were factual statements, and, well, you can’t argue with the facts. So, she begrudgingly took the seat behind him and strained her neck to get a view of what was going on.

Outside, Nina and Fabian had their backs turned away from the coffee shop facing towards the street, which meant that all KT and Eddie could see was their backside as Nina sat on a bench and Fabian stood behind her.

“Oh what I would give to be a fly on that bench,” K.T blurted.

“That’s a good sign,” Eddie noted as the pair watched as Fabian took the empty seat beside Nina.

A few moments of silence passed, with only the occasional hand gesture or body movement to understand what was being said. But that didn’t stop Eddie from providing his own commentary.

“Right now they are both professing their undying, unconditional love for their other. Nina is apologizing for leaving the way she did. Fabian is accepting it. They are making an oath to never break up again. Next, they are going to come in here holding hands being all adorable again and live happily ever after.”

K.T snickered. “Is that your osarian senses tingling or just your own Eddie Miller instincts.”

“That is just common sense,” he replied straight faced. “They are Nina and Fabian. They have survived much, much worse than this.”

Suddenly, Fabian stood up from the bench. He began walking back towards the shop before he stopped in his tracks. K.T and Eddie watched him tell Nina something without even allowing a glance back in her direction. His face was stone cold, nothing like the shy smile K.T and Eddie knew and loved. Whatever he said (K.T and Eddie had never wished they could read lips more than in this moment), must have delivered a final punch to Nina. She let her elbows fall onto her knees and her head collapsed into her palms.

“Hate to break it to you bud, but I think common sense failed ya.” K.T declared unwillingly.

“Go, go, go,” Eddie ushered K.T back away from the window and to their original table. The two barely made it back as the door opened and Fabian entered the room- looking absolutely pissed.

“I’m heading out,” he grunted, “going for a walk. I just need to clear my head. Text me your address, K.T, and I’ll be there later this evening.” He started to walk away towards the back door to ensure he wouldn’t have an awkward encounter with Nina on the way out. Just before he walked through the door, he turned his head almost as if he was about to say something more. Yet, he decided against it and left with a simple shake of the head.

K.T and Eddie glanced at one another.

“Well, with all considering, that wasn’t too bad.” K.T shrugged. The two had accepted a much worse blow up from their meddling. It wouldn’t have shocked them too much if Nina or Fabian refused to speak to them for a couple days. Or if Fabian had bought a ticket straight back to England on the earliest flight available. Or if Nina decided to escape the city by taking a spontaneous trip to see her gran.

Eddie gently shook his head. “Don’t get too relieved. Fabian has always been the more level headed and calm of those two. I love Nina, but she is known for acting impulsively and not the most level headed. It’s usually because of her love for her friends and determination to keep them safe, even if that means she has to brave all of problems on her own. Hence her leaving without a trace senior year….I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

K.T nodded her head. “You do that when you get nervous.”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the two as they sat and waited for the tidal wave that could be Nina Martin’s anger. They didn’t have to wait long, though, as Nina soon entered back into the shop. She didn’t look mad… but rather just upset. And somehow, that was all the much worse. Her eyes gave away that tears had recently escaped them and her red tinted face was proof of her distress.

“I’m just gonna head back to the apartment,” she gestured back towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you guys tonight.”

Neither K.T or Eddie had the chance to respond before she was out the door.

“She wasn’t mad at us, which is a lot better than I expected.” K.T began to nervously play with her nails.

Eddie let out a deep sigh before responding. “No, she wasn’t. But she looked so…”

“Broken.” K.T interjected.

“Yeah. They both did. Which honestly makes me feel a lot worse than I would have if they came back here guns-a-blazing and screaming at us.”

“What do you think is going to happen between the two of them? And I don’t want any of your fairytale happy ending b.s.”

Eddie took a moment to sit with this. He did want to give her his honest answer. “Honestly? I’ve heard stories from Amber and Patricia about infamous Fabian and Nina fights. Apparently they can be brutal sometimes. Yet, what neither realizes is that they are usually fighting over the same thing. Nina wants to keep Fabian safe by keeping him far away from any of her chosen one craziness and Fabian wants to keep Nina safe by being right by her side every time something happens. So eventually they erupt into some huge massive argument because they are both so darn stubborn. I mean...that is what this is all about, right?”

K.T looked puzzled like she wasn't quite following.

“Oh, yeah, I forget, I have known them longer and do know them better.” Eddie playfully nudged K.T with his shoulder before continuing. “Fabian is mad at Nina for leaving like she did and she left like she did because she was trying to protect Fabian and the rest of us. Obviously, it didn’t work because she didn’t take into account that egyptain gods and curses love to torture us with or without Nina around. So we just have to make both of them see that they were trying to achieve the same thing and ba-bang. They’re back together!”

“You make that sound a lot easier than it is going to be…” K.T huffed.

Eddie flicked his hand jokingly. “Pfff, no way Rush. My osarian senses are ah tingling and I can promise that everything is going to work out. Nina and Fabian are obviously meant for one another. Anyone can see it. Well, anyone but themselves that is.”

“Like you and Patricia are meant for one another?” She winked at Eddie. “How are you two, actually? With all the Fabian and Nina drama, I completely forgot to ask.”

“Amazing. I mean, long distance sucks butt. But, her university is only two hours drive from mine and Fabian’s. We’ll make it work. I know we will.” Eddie suddenly became fidgety, like he was nervous to say what came next. “She’s the one, ya know? I can’t see myself with anyone else.”

K.T responded by looking at him with adoration and a hint of something else. Something Eddie couldn’t put his finger one. “What is it?”

“Oh...it’s nothing,” K.T gently shook his head. “It’s just that, who knew Anubis House was such a place for matchmaking. You and Patricia. Nina and Fabian. Heck, even Willow and Alfie are still going strong. Sometimes I just feel like I missed out, that’s all.”

Eddie playfully hit her on the shoulder. “Hey now, I don’t want to hear any of that self-deprecation. You are a total catch, K.T Rush, and you are going to make one very, very lucky girl extremely happy one day.”

K.T jokingly rolled her eyes, but Eddie continued speaking. “Now, where is that tacky tourist New York City experience I was promised? I didn’t fly all the way here just to sit in a coffee shop all day and worry over Fabian and Nina. Let's go!” He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the door. Eddie Miller was promised a tour of NYC, and a tour of it he shall receive.

A couple hours later, hours full of buying extremely tacky NYC decor from touristy shops, taking even more tacky selfies from NYC tourist staples and plenty of food pit stops. K.T and Eddie's phones dinged simultaneously. It was a text from Nina.

"Could y'all come back to the apartment? We need to talk."

"Oh boy," K.T breathed.

"Oh, boy, indeed," Eddie agreed. "Be there in 15." He responded to Nina's text as the two made their way towards the newest Subway stop and made their way back to K.T and Nina's apartment.

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When the two walked in, Nina was sitting on the couch.

"Nins, hey there girl!" K.T called out nervously, trying desperately to hide her nerves and caution the blow.

Nina turned her head and her expression was all but the smiling girl K.T had grown to love. "K.T...Eddie...."

"We can explain," Eddie began.

"I'm all ears," Nina gestured to the open seats beside her. Eddie and K.T sat beside her, looking like a couple deers who were caught in headlights. As much as they loved Nina, she could be pretty terrifying. Even without her ability to call on the Egyptian Gods whenever she pleased, an unhappy Nina Martin was a Nina you wanted to steer clear from.

“Where do we start? Why don't you go ahead, Eddie?" K.T shot her glance over towards the boy sitting next to her. "After all, what were you saying earlier, you have known Nina and Fabian the longest and you do know them better..as her osarian and all that fun stuff."

Eddie grimaced at the way K.T used his previous words against him like a weapon. "Yeah...where do we start?"

Nina interrupted him before he had the chance to begin, though. "How about how the two of you know one another? And what happened senior year?”

Eddie and K.T chuckled nervously. “That’s a really funny story, actually,” Eddie began.

“Eddie,” Nina pleaded, “I stayed away to try and protect you all from any more curses and danger craziness. You said something about a great evil? And, K.T, you know about Sibuna?”

No longer did Nina sound angry about Eddie and K.T messing around in her relationship with her and Fabian’s relationship nor was she sad about what Fabian had told her, but rather she sounded like a friend who was desperate to protect those whom she loved. So, K.T and Eddie told her everything. They told her of keys and visions, of crypts and frozen men, of secret sisters, of sinners and tricks and, as they told her, Nina’s heart broke with every word.

#i wanted to make it very very clear that KT and Eddie are nothing more than a couple of besties #so i hoped that y’all enjoyed that peddie update #house of anubis #hoa #houseofanubis #sibuna #fabina #nina martin #fabian rutter #kt rush #eddie miller

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Don’t You Dare

Loki Laufeyson x nibling!reader

warnings: death mention, my iconic infliction of pain on my lovely readers

a/n: no hate on loki i just saw a tiktok that made me go “oh dam thats kinda wicked” dont let this flop its 4:19am

prompt: this tiktok - in an AU where asgard never fell, instead thor gave his life to defeat his sister, and y/n took the throne so that loki couldn’t endanger their kingdom anymore. loki felt a sense of guilt after his father and brother perished, y/n found someone to blame

You’ll admit that these past few weeks...they didn’t go as planned. Your father just wanted to protect Asgard, but that cost him his life. Now you were left to the throne, completely unguided and utterly alone. Not even the Warriors Three were here to help. Too many had perished, maybe your family was cursed.

The only relative that remained was Loki, your uncle. Loki, the reason that you were orphaned and forced to rule over a kingdom that needed tending to since he didn’t feel like doing it himself. The audacity that he had to remain on Asgard was astounding, but he had been avoiding you at all costs while you began to rehabilitate the country.

“What shall we do about the wreckage?” An advisor had questioned, as if you didn’t have a million other things to be worried about. Of course it was a priority, but there was so much to discuss that any question was just a bit irritating.

“Rally up volunteers to clean the debris, some of it may be salvageable.” You walked along the palace halls with an entourage of concerned beings, they had so many important questions that you needed to answer, but you hadn’t even properly memorialized your father yet. He was all you could think about. “Make sure that all of out citizens have shelter while their homes are being rebuilt. We can spare some rooms here in the palace.” You came to a halt and pinched the bridge of your nose. “Will that be all for now?”

“Yes, your highness.” They answered and scattered away to tend to their business. This kingdom was already in ruins before Hela arrived. Thank you, Uncle.

These past few years...past few weeks had been quite difficult, would there every be a return to normalcy? Doubtful. But you had to be strong for your people, that was what they needed. A ruler that had the people’s best interest in mind. One who bore all of the hardships so that they could live happily.

You paced further down the halls to check for damages and anything out of the ordinary. You were a bit paranoid that there could be another attack, but it seemed like the trouble may have been over. Never hurts to double check. As you made your rounds, you passed your father’s former room, which was filled with memories that you would hold onto for lifetimes.

“I failed you, father. And for that, I’m sorry.” You tried to tell him, but he was long gone. You lingered on for a moment more and decided it was time to continue your surveyal. It was depressing walking these halls, every memory included someone who was no longer with you. Why must you continue to ponder the past? Why was that?

“Your majesty,” you heard a woman call from behind you, turning to find the last known Valkyrie approaching, “you have a visitor.”

“Do I?” You asked, not thinking twice about it. There was so much on your mind, you were foolish to forget the likes of Uncle Loki.

“I’ll leave you to it.” She called upon Loki to enter your presence and quickly vacated, not wanting to deal with any more drama of the throne. You stood silently and waited for him to state his business.

“Y/N...” He started, not knowing where to go after that part. “Please don’t hate me.” Your uncle begged, which only made your blood curdle. This was no time for a need of approval, this was just inappropriate.

“Uncle, you’re a disgrace.” You growled, which may have been a bit harsh, but you chose your words without a second thought. “I have other matters to tend to.”

“Please, y/n, don’t do this.” He went on. “We are all the other has left, I cannot take that for granted.” Loki insisted on following you about the palace, nearly in tears. You’d seen this act before, though, when he used it on your father time and time again. “Let me help you, y/n! The throne is a burden, you don’t have to do it alone!”

“That’s enough!” You snapped at your uncle, silencing him immediately. “You created this mess and I’m cleaning it up my way. I do not need your help like the others did. I know better than to depend on the likes of the God of Mischief!” Your words were like daggers to Loki, who believed everything that you’d just said. He stuttered a bit, trying to carefully make out another sentence.

“I-I’m...I’m trying, y/n.” Loki balled his fists, trying to truly keep it together for his nibling who was in true pain, pain that he actually blamed himself for. “I take no joy in my actions. They were reckless and immature.” He admitted, wincing at the responsibility he had to take. You could take after your father and forgive him, maybe give him another chance...or you could teach him a lesson once and for all.

“Uncle Loki,” you sighed, “I am not my father. Nor am I Odin or Freya. I am y/n and I do not take responsibility for you.” Loki’s lips parted slightly as his jaw dropped in disappointment. “You may be my uncle, but you are no longer apart of the royal family of Asgard. I cannot take any more risks on behalf of my people.”

“What?!” Loki gasped, hurt by this malfeasance. “You cannot do this, y/n! I’m the rightful ruler of Asgard!” He argued along the palace halls.

“That’s all you’ve ever cared about, Loki! You only crave power, but you refuse to acknowledge the responsibility that power comes with!” You were brutally honest, only causing more damage to Loki’s bruised ego. You hadn’t even noticed the tears that streamed down your face, showing your uncle your true feelings alongside your little speech. “Look out there, Loki! That was all you!” You pointed out the threshold of the palace to view the severely damaged kingdom he so badly wanted to rule. “Odin was an awful father, but he was the ruler that Asgard needed and you...” You shuddered out of pure rage. “You’re selfish! And it has been your downfall!”

“How dare you talk like that to me!” Loki shouted back, further solidifying your negative emotions, he would be regretting this shortly. “You’re out of your mind, little one. You can’t rule this kingdom alone, you’ll ruin it far worse than I ever could.” By this time, tears had stopped falling and you were left in a stone cold rage. You no longer needed to hear these insults.

“Enough!” You screamed in his face, succeeding in shutting him up. “Loki Odinson, you are hereby banished from the Kingdom of Asgard!” You declared, shocking your uncle greatly as he took a step back, trying to decipher if you were serious or not, but you weren’t a fan on mischief or trickery. “Leave at once, I will not ask a second time.”

“You must be joking, my nibling.” He tried to laugh it off, but you weren’t a bit amused.

“Don’t count on it, Uncle. Now go.” You stared him dead in the eyes and saw the heartbreak im his face. He finally accepted your instructions and nodded in defeat, leaving at once. He trudged in the opposite direction and you carefully watched as he left, but he took a slight pause before officially exiting.

“Y/N, little one, do know that I love you...and I loved your father, as well.” He confessed, then left you to yourself. Your lip trembled as you fought back the feeling of sorrow that flooded over you, the last of your family had departed, now you were officially alone. The struggle to contain your sobs finally ceased once your emotions got the best of you, so you collapsed onto the floor, sobbing as the weight of your world took over. The throne of Asgard guaranteed disappointment and agony, even as early as now.

This would only be the beginning on your path as a ruler. Something tells me that there is much more to come.

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pure-bakusass · 5 years

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My adult kiribaku headcanons! 💥💪

Warning, this is a long ass post where I decided to write some of my favourite headcanons down. Mostly Bakugou but Kirishima is involved more or less. I love my adult pro hero husbands. I hope you enjoy!

1. The hero agency!

The formidable duo of Pro Heroes Ground Zero and Red Riot is known by public to be happily married and leading their own hero agency together. Their agency has quite a reputation and is one of the best in Japan. Being offered an internship there is considered quite a big deal. Your career as a future hero might really blossom there, if only you can handle the well known explosive temper of Ground Zero. But despite Ground Zero's lack of any actual patience for work with kids and often ending up scaring them, Red Riot does his best calming Bakugou down if needed and being the most warm and understanding teacher you could possibly have. Red Riot is just great with kids and with his husband. I'd say with people in general. His gentle approach softens the impact of Bakugou's behavior to the point people often end up forgiving and forgetting Bakugou's flaws.

2. Bakugou's tattoos!

Bakugou has some piercings and tattoo sleeves, not only because they look dope and he has always wanted them, but also to make a clear stand against the harmful cultural taboo there is in Japan. Tattoos, being strongly associated with criminal underworld, especially the gangsters, are now all over a pro hero's skin whether the public likes it or not. Bakugou himself takes pride in inspiring people not to give a single fuck about the opinion of others and encouraging them to do whatever makes them feel happy.

Ground Zero's tattoos were actually a very controvertial issue for some time on the media around the whole country, practically resulting in a revolution in that matter and causing a lot of discussions, mostly about whether it is appropriate for a pro hero to have tattoos or not. Specifically tattoos holding a vulgar or violent meaning like "shit happens", "sex bomb", "die", "fuck you" and so on. Ground Zero himself refused to take interviews and cut himself off the whole issue with making a public statement that he "doesn't give a fuck".

Without any interest from the subject of the issue himself, it wasn't long till the topic was worn off and the controversy faded away eventually. Still, it is pretty common for comments of strong disagreement to occur, for example:

"He looks more like a villain than a hero."

"Tattoos are not heroic, he should be ashamed of himself."

"He's clearly doing it for the controversy around himself so that he's in the spotlight. What a shallow attention seeker."

"Pro heroes should set a good example for our children, and so called Ground Zero is the exact opposite of what a pro hero should represent."

"Someone who wants to look like a criminal shouldn't be given a hero license because there is clearly something wrong going on inside his mind."

Bakugou, however, snaps back at those comments with more or less the same words.

"You want to know what's heroic? Minding your own fucking business."

Kirishima tried to persuade Bakugou into being a little more subtle with the public, however Bakugou said that "he didn't carry the bitch out of the collapsing building with those fucking hands so that she could disrecpect him like this" and he stands by it with every fiber of his tattooed being.

3. Bakugou and kids!

Despite Bakugou claiming he strongly dislikes children and can't handle them, Ground Zero is voted the most popular pro hero among teenagers. It's probably because of his rebellious, fierce attitude and his will to say and do anything he wants no matter what might others think, which is by teens considered very cool and brave, but by the parents of those teens - rude and inappropriate. A lot of adults don't think that Ground Zero is the best role model for their children, however nobody can deny his dedication, courage, skills and all the good he does for the society in general.

Once when a group of teens heard Bakugou throwing a sharp, savage comeback at someone who got on his nerves nearby, they high fived and yelled "Fucking roasted! Nobody messes with Ground Zero! He's the best!" Bakugou snapped at them to mind their fucking businesses. He wouldn't ever admit it but he was flattered and happy to hear them say it.

Despite saying it's useless and stupid over and over again, Bakugou never refuses to give autographs to any kid that asks. He knows what it feels like to admire someone to an extreme level, after all.

Once when he was asked for an autograph by this visibly shy and intimidated boy, he asked him what the fuck would he even need it for and got an answer:

"You see, I'm being bullied in my school, so I thought maybe if I let them know I met someone as awesome as Ground Zero, like, in person, they'd leave me alone. But without an autograph nobody will believe me."

Bakugou smirked in response.

"You think that's gonna work? Pathetic. Like anyone would pay any respect to a piece of shitty paper. Tell you what, I'll pay a little visit to your school myself and make the bastards shit their pants, how about that?"

Needless to say the kid wouldn't belive what he had just heard and looked at Bakugou in pure bliss. Long story short, Bakugou stormed the school and yelled at everyone. Not just the bullies but the teachers who ignored the case too, calling them out as "fucking idiots doing shitty job" and threatening the whole school community in general. The media basically ate him alive because of that incident but it's not like he cares anyway. Ground Zero the chaotic good hero regrets nothing.

I think he may be willing to go this extra in the matter of bullying as a pro hero because of what he used to do in the past himself (to Izuku) and feeling ashamed of this whenether it gets back to him.

4. Kirishima's looks! (aka krbk being adorably domestic)

At some point of their adult life together Kirishima decided to grow a beard. Bakugou said that he didn't think anything could look more shitty on Kirishima than his dumb hair, and yet there goes his husband proving him wrong. Despite having a new topic for many mean jokes Bakugou doesn't really mind the beard, just like he doesn't really mind Kirishima's unbreakable crocs he wears around the house (and occasionally not only the house) pretty much all the time. He just can't really do anything about that and it's not like he cares enough to try.

What Bakugou likes especially about Kirishima's new pro hero look is his hair he decided to grow to quite an impressive lenght. It somehow resembles a lion's mane and looks intimidating and very manly, but still being soft and nice to touch and run fingers through.

Bakugou's morning routine includes helping Kirishima with brushing his hair. He complains about it every time but there wasn’t a single day he didn’t do it. He still stubbornly calls the hair shitty and will rather die than say he adores it out loud. Kirishima knows.

Bonus:

Kirishima buys all kinds of Ground Zero merchandise there is because he thinks it's cute. Bakugou gets mad at him for spending money on that useless bullshit when he has the original Ground Zero in his presence pretty much whenether he wants. Kirishima likes to remind Bakugou every single day that he's his biggest fan and he loves him very much. He usually gets an irritated but equally adorable “I love you too you damn nerd” back.

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For those of you who were determined enough to reach the very end, thank you sincerely for spending your time reading this. I was meaning to include an art piece for each one of the headcanons but I was too lazy to do art AND the post is already long enough I guess. You can expect my adult krbk artwork to appear in other posts though! They most certainly will appear.

#tldr #im sorry it was so long #kiribaku #bnha headcanons #adult bnha characters #tattooed bakugou katsuki #long haired kirishima eijirou #pro hero kiribaku #Ground Zero #Red Riot #domestic kiribaku #bakugou dealing with kids #there will be art to this just you wait #maybe even a spicy sexy art you never know

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tinysidestrashcaptain · 5 years

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It’s Quiet Uptown

A/N: Another Hamilton AU semi-songfic? Yes. Please don’t ask me why. It’s going to hurt at first, but I promise it will get better by the end.

Pairings: Prinxiety

TW: Mentions of past infidelity, grief, death of a child, and swearing

Roman stood in the doorway of their new house, watching his husband. He’d been relegated to silently watching from the shadows since his affair had come to light, and he’d thought that was awful but this? This was so much worse. He’d never felt grief on this scale before, never known pain like this in his life, and knowing that Virgil was feeling it too, on top of the pain of his infidelity, was salt in the wound. For as long as he lived, he’d never forget the sound Virgil had made as their oldest son, Phillip, had breathed his final breath. That wail of despair, something soul deep, would haunt his nightmares for years to come.

Virgil didn’t move from his spot on the bench in their garden, his brown eyes staring blankly ahead. Phillip’s baby blanket was clutched in his hands, and the only indication he’d noticed Roman’s approach at all was the slight tensing of his shoulders and the way his body flinched away. Roman kept his distance, knowing he wasn’t welcome right now, but he stood at his husband’s side. “I know I don’t deserve you, Virgil. I never have...but hear me out, please?”

Virgil didn’t answer, just sat there, eyes closed as tears streamed down his face. He gave the smallest nod, and Roman felt a wave of relief so acute he almost drowned in it. “Thank you...god, thank you, Virgil. If I could spare his life, if I could have traded his life for mine, Phillip would be standing here right now. You know I’d have given anything, done anything, to save him. There aren’t words for this, and I know that there is still so much you are rightfully angry at me for...but please don’t shut me out. Not in this.”

Virgil’s head was bowed over the blanket, tears glistening on the soft yarn. He gave another nod, and Roman fell to his knees next to the bench. Tears clouded his own vision as he looked up at his husband. “I don’t pretend to know the challenges we’re facing, trying to get through this. And I know there’s no replacing what we’ve lost...but I’m not afraid. I know who I married. Just let me stay by your side, Virgil. You don’t have to speak to me, you don’t have to acknowledge me, just promise me we can spend a little time each day in each other’s company? Please!”

“....Alright.” Virgil’s voice was quiet, hoarse with tears, but Roman thought he’d never heard a sweeter sound in his life. It was the first his husband had spoken to him since that awful day. He couldn’t suppress the small sob of relief that escaped him, bowing his head quickly so he wouldn’t have to look Virgil in the eye.

“Thank you.” Roman said softly as he rose to his feet. He spent the next hour standing quietly next to the bench, occasionally uttering soft remembrances of Phillip. Sometimes Virgil responded, sometimes he was silent, but just having him there was enough. When his husband had reached his limit, he stood and walked into the house, and Roman let him go. It was a lot to ask, and he knew it was, but this was a grief that neither of them could bear alone.

Over the next few weeks, they developed a routine. Roman would go to the store alone to pick up what supplies his family would need for the week. When he returned, he and Virgil would go for a walk together, taking in the sights of the city. Virgil refused to take his arm, to touch him, but he would allow Roman to walk by his side and listen to him chatter about whatever they were seeing that day.

In the past, it was always Virgil who took the children for an outing on Sunday. In his grief, he withdrew into himself, so the duty fell to Roman. He gladly did whatever he could to ease any burden for his husband, devoting more time to Virgil and their children than he ever had before. It was cruel that it had taken the death of his oldest son after the near dissolution of his marriage to understand what was really important, but Roman had always been stubborn. Maybe this was the only way he could truly learn.

In the months that followed, they all mourned for Phillip, but life had to go on. The new routine worked for them, and slowly Virgil began to smile again. Small, quiet things, but Roman noticed some life returning to those brown eyes. The children began to play again, giggles filling their once somber house. Roman began to appreciate the quiet, something he’d always detested in the past, but there was something to be said for moments of peace.

His favorite part of the day was the hour he spent in the garden, just standing by Virgil’s side. He would talk about everything and nothing, keeping no secrets from his husband. He told him everything, things he’d never told anyone, not even Logan. Perhaps he knew on a subconscious level that Virgil had seen the very best and very worst of him, so there was no sense in hiding anymore. Some days, Virgil would listen quietly. Some days, like the day he’d spilled everything that led to his affair, Virgil would stand and leave without a word. The best days were when he could get his husband to smile a little, or snort in amusement, or speak to him at all.

Roman was standing in his usual spot today, just looking out over the garden. Virgil was seated on the bench, like always. There was a gentle breeze today, ruffling his husband’s hair, making him look even more beautiful. Roman knew he himself didn’t look nearly as good, the stress of everything having added gray to his hair and lines to his face where none had existed before, but Virgil? He looked just as beautiful as he had the day they’d married. “I am a fool, Virgil.”

“If you are expecting an argument from me, you are in for a very long wait.” Virgil quipped, one of his small smiles curving his lips.

“No, darling. You know better,” Roman said with a chuckle.

“True. What prompted this thought, praytell? Have you done something even more foolish that I should be aware of?” Virgil asked, his brown eyes dancing with hidden amusement.

“Well, I did fall into that pond the other day, but you already laughed at me for it. No, darling, I was just looking at you and thinking that I am the biggest fool alive because I had you and thought there could ever be anything better. I was graced with the best of husbands, the very best of men, and yet I sought others. I was a fool to ever have tried.” Roman answered honestly, looking off in the direction of the pond with a grin. It was nothing he hadn’t said before, really. He’d apologized countless times for what he’d put Virgil through, had made countless vows to never do such a thing again, but his husband had never acknowledged any of it. He expected Virgil to ignore this statement just the same, so he nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a soft, delicate hand touch his own.

“You certainly are a fool. But I suppose that you are my fool, so I shall have to endure.” Virgil said softly, lacing their fingers together. “It’s quiet uptown. I think I’ve grown to like it better.”

Roman didn’t move, hardly dared breathe, as he looked down at his husband, at their joined hands. He felt tears stinging his eyes, a weight on his chest as he struggled to breathe. He didn’t deserve this, didn’t deserve this quiet forgiveness. “I quite agree,” he managed to say, squeezing Virgil’s hand gently.

“You must be tired. Come, sit beside me.” Virgil offered, moving to the side, and Roman wasn’t sure if he blindly obeyed or if his legs simply collapsed underneath him as he sat heavily in the spot provided. Virgil looked up at him, a warmth in his eyes that he hadn’t seen in a very long time lingering in them, and he was vaguely aware that his tears were spilling over, streaking down his face.

“I love you, Virgil. I don’t deserve this, don’t deserve you, but god help me, I will greedily take any morsel of affection you give me and beg on my hands and knees for more!” Roman said shakily, his thumb brushing over Virgil’s hand. His husband reached up with his free hand and wiped those tears away, cupping his face.

“I thought I would hate you forever, I truly did. I wanted to. But my heart has always been yours, and I cannot seem to take it back, no matter how hard I try. If you will swear to me, here and now, that you will never hide from me again, that you will continue to share all...then I could perhaps see a way to call you mine again.” Virgil’s voice was quiet, but Roman felt each syllable in his soul.

“I would swear anything you asked of me, if only to be yours again for even a moment! Everything I am, flawed and worthless though it may be, is yours. Will always be yours, just as you have always been mine.” Roman nuzzled into his husband’s hand, basking in his affection, in the warmth of the love he’d carelessly tossed aside once before. Never again, never!

Virgil leaned closer, and Roman felt the gentle press of soft lips against his own for the first time in years. He melted into the kiss, tasting the salt from his tears mixed into it, and he eagerly responded with fervor. When they broke apart, Virgil leaned his forehead against Roman’s, huffing out a quiet laugh. “Then I will call you mine, and keep you as such. I love you, Roman.”

“Words and a sentiment I will cherish and prize until my dying days.” Roman replied softly, pulling his husband into his arms, relishing the way they fit together. “I cannot promise I will never be foolish enough to fall into a pond, or lose something of value, but I can promise I will never be foolish enough to falter in my dedication to you and our family ever again. You are my legacy, and the only one worth having.”

He looked out over their garden, with Virgil tucked in his arms, and closed his eyes in contentment. This peace, this affection, may not last forever, but it was enough. More than enough. He sighed happily as Virgil nuzzled into his chest and pressed a kiss to his hair. Yes, he really was learning to love the quiet.

#sanders sides #roman sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #hamilton au #it's quiet uptown au #to be clear: i am not advocating that anyone should take back a partner who has cheated #nor am i condoning that behavior #but infidelity is something that is complicated #as is love #and in the play eliza does forgive hamilton for his affair #so here we are #betrayals of trust are complex #forgiveness is something that has to be earned and freely given #in this case roman earned it over years of penitance #years of working tirelessly to prove his devotion and his love for virgil #he didn't ever expect to be forgiven or ask for it #but virgil wants to give him a second chance #that was his choice #yours may be completely different and that's fine #it doesn't mean you loved a partner any less #it's simply a matter of trust #and whether it can ever be rebuilt or not

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floppy999 · 5 years

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My reading list (bkdk fanfics)

Here it is!

All these fics were updated or finished on december. (Not particular order)

Swap it out ( Not Rated )

''Good morning, Deku.'' Katsuki said happily with a sweet smile.''Fuck off, Kacchan.'' Izuku responded in a bored tone, not even looking at the blond when he sat down in the seat in front of him.The whole class held their breath.''Holy shit.'' Koji finally said. In which Kaminari has an idea, Todoroki likes to spend his father's money and Izuku and Katsuki are up for the challenge.

Off Limits (Explicit)

When his second rut hit, Katsuki was tempted to start reconsidering Izuku being off limits. It wouldn’t be too weird, right? It’s not like they were hanging out together on their off days. While screaming into a pillow in a fit of frustration instead of rubbing himself raw, it seemed like a great idea.Once his rut started tapering off, he threw away the idea again. -Then the third rut hit, and Katsuki was officially over this bullshit.

Cross Off (Explicit)

“But are you two really friends?”

That sharp sting hit Izuku in the gut again, but as he opened his mouth to respond, Todoroki walked past him, heading towards the exit. The dual-haired teen cocked his head to the side as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Just think about it, Midoriya. We aren’t here to tell you what to do, but we do hope that you will take our concerns under consideration, and try to convince Aizawa-sensei that his decision is not right for you.” Iida removed his hands from Izuku’s shoulders, and followed suit with Todoroki, casting a brief nod in Izuku’s direction.

Hummingbird Heartbeat ( Explicit )

“The knife went through his fucking chest, Kirishima.” Katsuki spat his name into his face, mouth twisting into a vicious snarl, teeth and all. “You know that's where his heart is, right? And his fucking lungs? All the vital shit?” Kirishima blanched. “I-I know, I just meant—” “What, you mean to tell me that your stupid fuckin’ ass is so ignorant to forget that he lost a shit ton of blood, hah?! Yeah, it was a flippin’ knife wound, oh hoo-ray, but look at the nerd now! He’s fucking dying because of it!”

In A Sky Of A Million Stars (Who Cares If One More Light Goes Out?) ( Mature)

He could never forgive himself.It was his fault.He’d planted the idea like a seed he’d never known would grow. (Or: What if Izuku jumped?)(OR: The one where Izuku jumps and lives and Katsuki visits him every day and Class 1-A not-so-secretly finds it adorable that their designated angry pomeranian brings flowers to his comatose childhood friend.)

Bad at Love ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Class 1-A is put to the test in one of U.A.'s classes and tests where they face a faux-villain they can't seem to win against. During the two-day fighting, Bakugou noticeably becomes more and more shaken by the faux-villain. Midoriya wants to help him and to become his good friend once again. Bakugou knows there is more than friendship in his own head but wants to keep Midoriya close, if only to keep him safe. But with jealousy, friendships, and their dreams on the line, they have to get even closer to help the other.

The Roads Between ( Mature )

In a world with disappearing quirks, Izuku, a government employee, and the recently captured Lord Explosion Murder are forced to team up in order to stop a coup of Japan by the League of Villains. More than just their lives are on the line and teamwork is the name of the game, but how can two people so seemily different from eachother ever hope to accomplish such a task?

Crimson Concrete ( Mature )

Bakugou Katsuki was pretty sure he had this vampire shit down to a tee. All he had to do was stay away from the sunlight, avoid churches and not have any attachments to humans? That was literally how Katsuki had lived his life up until now- it was the exact same, except, he supposed, with higher stakes (ha, get it?)“Hey dude, does this mean you can’t eat garlic bread anymore?”Oh.OH NO.

The Space Between (Mature)

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being. Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

Cinnamon Bun Bun ( Explicit )

In a world with humanoid creatures called "pets", Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.Warm and fuzzy fluff pet AU with hints of angst and humor! *This story is mostly about fluff. Warning and "past" tags for a backstory chapter(s) almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of ANY chapter with ANY sensitive issues.*

Stay with me, Midoriya ( Mature )

An alternate "conclusion" of the battle when Midoriya saves Kota during the Summer Camp attack. Or, Midoriya is badly hurt and Bakugo is the only one who heard the scream for help.

Restless ( Mature )

Second year at UA was essentially the same as the first, though everyone had fucking been developing and growing or some such asinine shit. And Katsuki was still reigning supreme. Things were fine up until shitty Deku had to derail everything with his fucking.....fucking. This year was gonna be hell for Katsuki.

Swarm (Explicit)

General Izuku Midoriya, a rare omega cherry bee and Second in Command to Chief All Might's army, is left to run and defend Brambleberry Hive. he never expects a swarm of vicious hornets, led by alpha general Katsuki Bakugo, to ambush them and take over the hive. Bakugo takes his place as Chief Alpha, making Izuku his prisoner and slave. But Izuku refuses to let Bakugo control him and fights the alpha every chance he gets. He will have his revenge on Bakugo and regain control of Bramberry....

my ex-man brought his new boyfriend ( Mature )

izuku's desperate to get a date after being persuaded (forced, more like) to go for a family reunion back in his hometown, in which he will most definitely see his ex, todoroki shouto, with a date of his own.in a last attempt to find someone, izuku asks for help and ends up getting bakugou katsuki.

The Hunting Party ( Explicit )

Izuku had gotten himself into many messes over the years. He’d once got stuck in the back of a restaurant after hours because he’d been too shy to ask someone to let him out of the staff bathroom he’d locked himself into.

Painting Flowers ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Where Bakugo Katsuki works at his parents' flower shop and Midoriya Izuku is a hot regular that simply comes to sketch flowers all day long.

BNHA: Hybrid A/O/B Works ( Works:6) (Explicit / mature)

You ever fantasize about Wolf Bakugou chasing down a sweet rabbit? Or the wacky shenanigans of trying to figure out his pet's heat problems? This is the series for you, mate, and I'm always happy to provide your dosage of pure nsfw. (With too much plot)

Say you love me ( Mature )

Izuku is going through his very first break up and suffering the whiplash affects of it. He discovers he’s got a new neighbor and his name is Katsuki. They’re not the best of neighbors in the beginning but by the end of the story they will be. But basically Izuku and Katsiki end up falling in love but don’t necessarily know that they both feel the same way about one another because they’re both very slow in the feelings department when it comes to other people. But with the help of Bakugous best and only friend, Eijiro, and a lot of prolonged effort shit happens.

Lovebites ( Explicit )

Katsuki Bakugou was going to hate this summer.He thought he'd hate it because he was being forced to leave home and work for his mother's friend in a small, seaside town. He thought he'd hate it cause he was being punished for burning his room to a crisp. He thought he'd hate it because he hated change.But it turns out, he hated the Supernatural Turfwar between four species that shouldn't exist but do a whole lot more....Or The one where Katsuki is forced to move in with Inko for the summer and finds himself falling for a particular bloodsucker....

Album Title in Progress ( Explicit )

Izuku's singing makes Katsuki realize sex is Real™ and uses those feelings to make a bomb-ass(lol get it? cuz his quirk is...) album while also helping a self-doubting Izuku realize how fire his mixtape is.

A Chaotic Reunion ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Even as a villain, Izuku Midoriya's admiration for Bakugo Katsuki never faltered, even when his admiration for all the heroes in the world did. After leaving his home to join the league, Bakugo Katsuki remains his one true reason to keep going on in such a pointless life. He never expected to meet him again, especially not in this kind of situation.

The Hardships of love ( Explicit )

Katsuki has always known just exactly what he wants, that just so happens to involve a certain green-eyed boy. How will he cope when what is his suddenly goes away, only to return years later? A/O/B universe, Alpha Katsuki, Omega Izuku,

Soul Bonded ( Explicit )

Izuku Midoriya had always been told he was a beta. So why did he find himself sneaking into Kacchan's room and taking old shirts? Why did his sweaty gym clothes smell so good all of a sudden? A story in which Bakugou and Midoriya are definitely not mates, no matter what Recovery Girl and Midnight say. And they definitely, DEFINITELY don't have feelings. Nope.

Iridescent ( Mature )

After Katsuki learned Izuku’s secret about One For All, he said that things would be different from now on. The two of them learn how to stand on equal grounds and be proper rivals, and that gradually leads them to evolve into something more – or, rather, they start to realize what was there all along. Because what’s left after all the bitterness and misunderstandings are gone? Positive feelings. By the time they reach their third year, they can’t go a day without seeing each other. Eventually, they start pining over one another. Katsuki secretly works through his insecurities in order to accept his feelings for his childhood friend, but it goes haywire once he realizes that he doesn’t know how to apologize for the wrongs he has done.

Stygian Fire ( Mature )

Izuku's Quirk manifest at the tender age of five. It's strange that he would have a fire Quirk given what his mother's Quirk is, but he chalks it up to genetics on his father's side. A week later, there's a (familiar) stranger in the kitchen, and everything changes.

i packed up everything except those memories ( General Audiences )

For a long moment, they all stare at him, wide-eyed and shocked.And then Bakugou laughs and leans forward to press his mouth to Midoriya’s. “I fucking love you, ya damn nerd.”Midoriya reddens, but kisses back enthusiastically, and his lips curve into a dazed smile when Bakugou pulls away. (or, Bakugou works at a bar and Midoriya is the nerd that keeps him company.)

The Art of Indifference ( Not Rated )

Bakugou is used to being the center of attention- be it anger, confussion, or fear (mostly fear) everyone always gives him a reaction.Until all the sudden, Deku doesn't. What a fucking asshole.

Wild Child ( Explicit )

Imagine Tarzan, but KatsuDeku,with wolves instead of gorillas,and with a lot more smut.

The Kiss ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Katsuki has feelings but refuses to admit it; Izuku has feelings but refuses to act on them. And just when they finally begin to understand each other, that fucks everything up. Or: What if Katsuki kissed Izuku at the end of their fight?

Full Disclosure ( Explicit )

Izuku had never wanted to protect anything as much as he wanted to protect the fire between them, even as it caught fire and consumed him. He'd gladly go up in flames if it meant getting to see Kacchan like this. Or The alternate outcome of the battle at Ground Beta and the relationship that changed because of it.

When lust prevails ( Explicit )

Bakugou and Midoriya got into a heated argument which led to heated interactions; main pairing BakuDeku, side pairing KiriKamiEpilogue update featuring jealous Bakugou, confused Midoriya, pragmatic Todoroki, and class 1a eavesdropping the drama :DThis story is officially completed :)

Sheep in wolves clothing ( Mature )

Don’t go into the woods at night. It’s a self explanatory warning but apparently not even passing near them in a vehicle is 100% safe. Especially not when all the news stations are warning of an unknown threat. Unluckily for Izuku it’s the only route home

You Found Me Flinching In The Dark ( Mature )

Or, Izuku remained quirkless, he became a hollow depressed kid that lives his last few years of high school in a mental ward. (Updates once a month)

Go to Bed, Dumbass ( Mature )

"What the fuck are you doing here at two in the morning?" The blond male asked in a voice that was closer to a growl as he curled the weight he was holding."I could ask you the same question," Izuku replied with a small smile as he headed for the bench press.

Never Easy ( Mature )

Bakugou and Midoriya have known each other forever but as the years drug on their relationship became complicated and the boys found themselves barely knowing each other. Things seem dim on them ever really being friends again but when Midoriya is caught in an awkward situation by Bakugou, things start to change, and both males seem skeptical about getting their hopes up. This does not start out Mature, but will have Mature parts. I will warn you and you can skip them if you like.

Grief Counseling ( explicit)

A slowburn fic where Kacchan tries to convince Deku to take advantage of the grief counseling provided for free to heroes experiencing their first failed rescues. Lots of flirting. Healing their relationship comes first. The romantic bit where they fall helplessly and stupidly in love comes after.

"Streetcar Named Desire" ( Explicit )

If yesterday someone told Izuku that he, one of the most diligent students with the top academic ranking, would end up in Principal Aizawa’s office today, he wouldn’t have believed them. But lots things could change overnight. So here he was, slouching in the creaking chair in the reception in front of the principal’s office. [the story about how Deku and Kacchan ended up taking part in a school's play and went through high school shit and ended up in love]

Unseemly Beasts ( Teen And Up Audiences )

Dragons. Destructive beasts tearing through everything in their path and deadly to anyone who opposes them. Midoriya has never seen a dragon, never planned to, but now he needs the help of one. He just... didn't want to kill one. Not if he could help it.

Rivals with Benefits ( Explicit )

When Izuku gets drunk at a Class 1A Halloween party he accidentally outs himself. Then to make matters worse he confesses to Katsuki that he wants to be a little more than rivals.

2,645 Miles ( Explicit )

Izuku wants so badly to get to the other side of the country without his parents realizing he's missing. He just wants to find out who he is.Katsuki is desperate to make it to Los Angeles without being caught by the police, desperate to fix his mistakes.Neither know what to expect, but on a roadtrip across the U.S. involving four fugitives, two oblivious runaways, a high risk crime ring, and a police taskforce, the two will discover that there's more in store for them than what they originally thought.

Dragon's Mark ( Mature )

Katsuki Bakugou has been living on his own for many years, accompanied by a very annoying red dragon named Kirishima. They are the last of their kind, unknown to humans. At least, that was how it used to be until a shy boy by the name of Izuku Midoriya enters the picture.

Breaking Point ( Mature )

“Some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn.”

#long post

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saralaurensmagalona · 5 years

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STEPBROTHERS part 4

And... Here it is ! No smut yet, sorry ^^;

Once, things were simple. Loki's mom dead, impostors came because of unfaithful father, impostors invaded Loki's mom's rightful place, Loki hated said impostors and traitorous father. Loki planned to leave home. Period. Simple.

And now, it was simply chaos.

Loki had managed to return home, he couldn't remember how, after Thor's... craziness. His dad and Thor's mom were home and chatting happily in front of the TV. Loki retreated to his bedroom, saying he was tired. He laid on his bed and stared at the ceiling for hours. Thor arrived home very late, making his mother worry. Loki heard her scolding him as if he was still a pre-teen. In other circumstances, Loki would have sneered. Right at that moment, getting out of his room and face Thor was the hardest thing he ever done in his whole life. Loki silently came into the salon. Thor was seated in the sofa, head down, nodding to his mother's reproach. He looked really tired and his usually impeccable appearance was less neat, as if he had been wandering for hours before returning. At Loki's entrance, everybody cooled off. Larry declared that the incident was over and dinner was ready. Fran made a sign that told her son to get up and not to do something like that anymore. Thor took a long, haggard look at Loki as if he was some sort of exotic bird appearing out of thin air. Loki averted his eyes, feeling his cheeks burns and hoping no one would see it. Dinner went on without much incident. Although Loki and Thor remained silent most of the time. As they were still happily chatting about the wedding, neither Larry nor Fran noticed their children's weird quietness...

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For a few days, the only thing that had changed was the heavy silence between Thor and Loki. Loki didn't know what to think. Thor's reaction had been out of proportions. He had definitely scared Loki to death and Loki was too confused to understand why. Had Thor, by any chance, been infatuated with the girl ? If so, why insisting on Loki's coolness ? And anyway, what Loki was supposed to do now ? Thor was acting weird at school. Instead of his usual confidence and talent, he was distracted. He ate very little and Loki suspected him to sleep very little for he was dozing off in class. Something he would have never done before. Then, three days after the incident, as Loki had seen him leave the house with dark circles under his eyes, he decided for once to follow Thor on his football training. Again, something that would have been totally impossible before. Loki had aboslutely no knowledge of that sport and very little interest in it. A whole bunch of wild boars padded to the head with bars in front of their eyes, grunting, screaming, running blind everywhere, and hitting each other like cavemen was not Loki's idea of entertaining. Yet he understood that Thor was in big trouble. He was at the other edge of the field, head down, shoulders hunched, looking ashamed and defeated. The team coach, his mouth litterally foaming (he was known for having a temper) was yelling at him and waving his hands like a crazy puppet. Loki couldn't hear what Thor might have done wrong but it obviously looked bad. And Thor actually failing in something was simply beyond the impossible. Well, before the incident. Seeing the miserable golden-headed figure, Loki decided to take action. Hoping it was the right thing to do...

***

The parents were out to celebrate the upcoming marriage with a crowd of friends. Manuelita and José were also out since they had relatives visiting. Loki would be alone with Thor for a whole evening. And he expected answers, whatever they would be. He waited, seated in the large cream-leathered sofa, reading a book he could not focus on. Ears perking up at the sound of Thor's car. A rather modest pick-up he had before Fran met Larry and that he had curiously insisted on keeping, although Larry wanted to offer him a brand new (and expensive) sporstcar. Thor came in, looking already exhausted though there was no training that day. Loki saw that this discussion was also necessary for him. He was withering. “Thor...” Thor jumped hearing Loki's voice. – Oi ! You're not asleep ? Loki frowned. It wasn't even past ten. Was Thor taking Loki for a kid ? – Thor... we need... – Not now. Thor was making an exit to his bedroom. Loki went and grabbed his arm. – Oh no, you don't ! We need to talk Thor and you OWE it to me ! Thor lowered his head, looking ashamed again and let himself be seated by Loki like a naughty little boy. – Why didn't you say anything ?” He croaked. “ Why didn' t you tell our parents about... what I've done to you ? Loki sighed. – No idea. And maybe I should have told but you were right in a way. Thor raised his head. – I never look at you. Or at your mother. It's true I used to hate you both so much... Thor made a grimace. – Look, Thor !” Loki pursued. “Put yourself into my shoes just for one second ! My mother was barely dead for one year when YOUR Mom showed up ! And with a son that was much more ...” He gestured, lost for words. “Much more brilliant... more fit to... I don't know....” 'Please my Dad' was what he really wanted to say. But seeing that Thor's miserable look he didn't dare go any further in this uncomfortable subject. – Loki, I told you. I am not blind.” Thor said. “And I know all of this. Or at least I guessed. I just wanted... I just...” He raised his hands. “ I don't know, give you a family ! To be your … brother, to share... my mother with you ! You looked so... So...” Again, Loki saw something weird in Thor's usually dull blue eyes. A gleam that was already there the day he went insane. A gleam so bizarre it made Loki incapable of understanding it. Thor, that Loki had thought so predictable before, had become a true puzzle. – I just want us to be friends Loki. True friends, true... brothers, stepbrothers, I don't care. Loki noticed that he was repeatedly tumbling on the word 'brother.' But the conversation was getting nowhere. – Thor, I need to know why you … snapped or whatever just because I was talking with Trish Feldman... Thor clenched his fist. Loki felt the familiar shiver of fear down his spine. He made an attempt to ease the air between them. – She is not in love with me, Thor ! She's in love with YOU ! She was just trying to get closer to you through me ! Thor then raised his head, now confused. – You see ? She wanted to flirt with me and like this she could get to you !” Loki was trying to explain but the blue eyes in front of him were now totally dull again... “Look, if you're in love with Trish... Out of the blue, Thor slammed the coffe table with his fist. Luckily, it was marble or else he would have broken it. Anyway, it shut Loki up. – I don't care about that girl...” Thor growled. “I don't give a … – Thor ! – I am not in love with HER ! I am in love with... – DON'T !

***

They looked at each other. Loki was breathing hard. Thor looked desperate. He had almost dropped a terrible bomb and Loki had prevented it.

Loki could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. He couldn't believe any of what was currently happening. He knew at that precise moment that whoever Thor was in love with, or thought he was in love with, it was going to be BIG trouble for everyone. It was a dreadful weight in Loki's guts almost as bad as the day he had been told his mother had died. Loki REFUSED to hear it. A long silence ensued. Loki wanted to keep acting as if nothing had been discussed and that they could forgive and forget. That they could act as if nothing happened... But Thor, of course, wouldn't comply. – Loki, I... – Don't. – But, I... – I said don't !! Loki rose from the armchair and start doing something he always did when he was stressed out. He was pacing right and left in the room, his fist on his mouth. – I'm sorry ...” Thor said, in his annoying scolded-little-boy tone, “It's not like I've decided it ! It happened like that... First day I saw you...” – Thor, I swear that if you don't shut your trap right now, this is going to get ugly. Loki covered his eyes with his hand and sighed deeply. Something in his attitude must have impressed Thor for this time he actually shut up. This was the fifth dimension, this was a total nightmare. Loki thought about his father, his stepmother-to-be, even about Thor and about everyone that would hear about this scandal from Manuelita to the lowest bully at their school...

The number one honcho, the ultimate johnny football hero, the Almighty Thor was gay. And incestuous. Sort of.

Loki apreciated the irony of the situation. He had the perfect way to ruin the abominable wedding. He could run to his father and cry that he had been molested and create a huge disaster. His instinct told him that he could say anything to make Thor look like a monster and Thor, too ashamed of the truth, wouldn't even defend himself. He could. He actually could. But looking at Thor, so miserable and so vulnerable, he simply couldn't. Loki had to take charge. Thor was too emotional and incapable of acting sensibly. – This is what we are going to do. Thor raised his head. His eyes were reddish but hopeful. – I forgive you for the Trish Feldman incident. But only this one time. There won't be a second chance. – I won't do it again...” Thor replied. “But I don't like it. You shouldn't let me get away with it so easily, Loki... I abused you... Loki breathed heavily. – ' Daddeeeeeee !' ” He mimicked. “ 'Thor was violent with me because he loves me and he's jealous of meeee, Daddeeeeee!' Do you really want me to say that to Larry ?! Thor bend down his head again. – You could. I deserve it. This time, Loki had it with the self-pity. – No. We are not going to ruin anything because you are incapable to control your balls. You are NOT to say anything and neither will I. You have fucked up, Thor ! But, YOU wanted that wedding. SO there is going to be a wedding. PERIOD. And if you play Macho Guy with me again, I'll simply castrate you. Deal ? Thor gave a sad laugh. – I guess it's okay, but...” He looked at Loki right in the eyes with an intensity that almost made Loki turn his head in order to avoid it. “What about me, Loki ? How am I going to get on with it ? Seeing you everyday... Sitting next to you, living next to you... And knowing that you don't care... Loki couldn't help but notice the similes between Trish's unreciprocated love and Thor's. Clichés but sincere clichés, apparently... – I care, Thor...” Seeing Thor's brief gleam of hope in his eyes and crushing it the next second was strangely painful. “ But there is our parents, your future, mine... And I don't really... well...” Thor, for the third time, looked at his shoes. – Don't bother. This is my own problem. I'll deal with it... Why did Thor's resignation was not giving Loki any perverse joy ? Why did his sadness shame him almost ? Loki was not responsible for Thor's feelings and he should have been glad to have found the chink in his perfect armor, the possibility to destroy everything that have been a constant pain to Loki. But no. It was only making things worse. Loki was in a total chaos. Part of him wanted to hurt Thor. Badly. To make him pay for those months of angst. Another part was getting softer. A total mystery. Not something he wanted to ponder over it. His plan was made. Let Thor settle his feelings on his own. – Look, Thor. It is getting late. We'll see each other in the morning. Good night. Loki headed towards the stairs and his room. Curiously, he felt that he had now the upper hand, that he was the one deciding things and that Thor, with his secret, had no option but to obey him. And even more curious was the fact that it gave Loki absolutely no pleasure. He was lost in his thoughts when he felt Thor grabbing his hand. He turned around and he saw another Thor. A Thor with his eyes literally bulging, their blueness almost blinding with something like despair or hope. He was biting his mouth, as if he was trying to say something but the words wouldn't come out. Loki felt the familiar shiver. – Loki, Loki, please... Even the voice was unbearable to Loki. It was the soft pleading voice of someone drowning. Loki hated Thor for forcing him like that. Forcing him to see his pain, his need and this thirst, this bare hunger for Loki's touch displayed like that without, again, any thought for Loki's peace of mind. Loki didn't know what was it that he was the most angry about. The fact that Thor had been pining for him for weeks, months, probably from the moment they met and that he had seen absolutely nothing. The fact that Thor was unable to hide it now and was trying his luck. The fact that he was dumping all of it on Loki. The fact that this possible family would be built on a huge tickling bomb... All of it and possibly even more the fact of Loki's wildly beating heart. Thor was pulling at his hand. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit because Thor's skin seemed to burn. – Loki, I'll do anything... The scariest part in this sentence was that Loki knew Thor was saying the absolute truth. He would do anything... Loki made the most cowardly response he could have, ever. He tore his hand from Thor's and ran away to lock himself in his room.

Loki then began one of many sleepless nights.

#teenage thorki #Smut

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Fic Start-up Dump

This is a long one! But here are all of my stories I started and probably never will continue lol

Sakura-centric “Sakura is a necromancer.”

When Sakura had been born, a crow had crashed through the window to then die at the foot of Mebuki’s hospital bed.

She’d never believed in bad omens; but as she held her precious minutes old daughter closer to herself—her mother in law whispering prayers in the background and Mebuki’s own mother hastily disposing of the dead bird—she knew that fate would only make it so that she’d soon believe.

Sakura had been four when it first happened.

Mebuki and Kizashi had gotten their precocious child a puppy for her 4th birthday. Mebuki had been accosted and begged for a pet for nearly three months before she and her husband gave in and bought a puppy from a neighbor. They didn’t even know what breed it was; but it was a small thing, quite the runt of the litter, and Sakura had loved it dearly.

When the poor thing soon died from what the Inuzuka’s diagnosed as the parvovirus, Mebuki and Kizashi thought that it’d be a good opportunity to introduce the concept of death to their little girl. After all, they lived in a shinobi village and death was their people’s livelihood.

If she had known that doing so would induce such horrible sequence of events, Mebuki would have told Sakura that the damn thing had run away and be done with it.

The couple went home with the dead puppy nestled tenderly into a nondescript, white shoe box. She’d carried it with a heavy heart, knowing that she’d soon be witness to her precious child’s first heartbreak.

Of course, when they told Sakura, the small pink haired girl had wailed and sobbed for nearly an hour. To appease her, Kizashi suggested they hold a small funeral for their smallest friend, and it was the only thing that had made Sakura stop crying.

Mebuki watched over Sakura as she gathered flowers from her mother’s garden, then as she scribbled the puppy’s name in her childish writing—backwards characters and all—on a flat stone. Kizashi gathered the other members of their family—which were only her mother and grandmother—before he then began to dig a small hole in the backyard in silence.

Sakura, with her small, innocent hands had laid their pet to rest. She’d adjusted the shoe box lovingly into the ground, bowed her head to say a choppy prayer she must have overheard from her grandmother, and then swept the soil over the box.

Mebuki had never been more proud of her daughter as she’d been on that cool spring afternoon. Her daughter, who held such compassion and love in her small body that the only way to stop the flow of her tears was by giving her first friend a proper burial.

The family collectively said a prayer for the puppy whose life was so brief then shuffled back inside their normally cheery home. She’d only chanced a look back when she noticed that Sakura was not with them, and saw that the rosette child was still gazing sadly at her makeshift tombstone.

“Sakura?” Mebuki had called, “Let’s go back inside, sweetheart.”

Sakura shook her head, her short locks sticking to her baby tearstained cheeks, “Not yet, Mama. I need to say good-bye.”

Nodding, Mebuki’s lips curled into a small smile and she headed inside to make her baby girl some lemonade and her favorite treat—umeboshi. Maybe that would cheer her up.

She must have been in the kitchen for only ten minutes when the sound of Sakura’s cheery laughter made her fumble the knife in her hand. Cursing when the sharp blade sliced into her palm, Mebuki hastily wrapped a napkin around her hand to stop the bleeding before curiously peeking out the kitchen window into the backyard.

Mebuki’s face paled, her jaw going slack, at the sight of her precious baby playing with their deceased family pet.

KakaSaku Age Swap “Sakura-sensei awoke the beast”

In Kakashi’s, admittedly short, lifetime, he’d never paid attention to the fairer sex. He didn’t find anything wrong with them, but he didn’t find them interesting either. Where Obito gushed over Rin’s pretty hair or pretty eyes, Kakashi complimented her medical ninjutsu and usefulness to the team. To him, girls were just boys with different parts. He didn’t see the point in crushes when he could be training; he didn’t understand why Naruto-baka-sensei got all tongue tied around his pink haired teammate, or why his father’s eyes lingered on Ayame-nee’s chest.

He understood attraction, in theory, but it just didn’t rank high in his list of priorities. There was too much to do, too many jutsu to invent, too many records to break. Girls and their soft parts were just another distraction he didn’t care for and Kakashi had been content with his feelings on the matter.

But then his stupid, dumbass, idiot, sunshine happy sensei came down with a bad case of the flu in July and everything had just gone downhill from there.

“I’m sorry, guys,” Baka-sensei sniffled, blowing into a handkerchief. “I’m really sick and won’t be able to teach you guys for a bit.”

Rin gasped, the dramatically empathetic thing she was, eyes wide as she asked, “Will you be alright, sensei?!”

Naruto-sensei nodded, loudly blowing his nose. “Yeah, but Sakura-chan says I should be resting and she’ll kill me if she knows I’m out here with you guys instead of—”

“That’s right, Moron, you’re supposed to be in bed.”

ItaSaku Soulmate AU

It was a truth universally acknowledged among shinobi that no one wanted a soul mark.

It was always too painful, no matter the circumstance, to have someone's dying words branded onto your skin. Some people never knew their soulmates, others until it was too late, and it always took a piece of them when the only other soul meant just for them was beyond their reach.

It wasn't so bad, in reality. Most people went their entire lives without ever receiving a soul mark, and it gave them the liberty to pursue and love whoever they pleased. But you could almost always tell who'd been marked—they always had an air of such sorrow about them.

The moment Sakura first heard about soul marks as a child she'd wanted one. Up until her father died, she'd thought that having a soul mark meant finding her one true love and living happily ever after—not losing them. But she'd never forget the crash of fine china as a plaintive wail pierced the warm afternoon silence of her childhood home; she'd never forget the face of her mother's agony as the words 'Mebuki, my love, my wife' seared along the delicate skin of her neck.

After that, she hoped with all her heart that somewhere out there, wherever they were, her soulmate was safe.

So when she felt the telltale searing of her skin during a spar, three years after Sasuke's defection, she immediately panicked and ripped off her vest to watch as words appeared on the pale skin of her chest.

Naruto, who firmly believed that Sasuke was her soul mate, was beside her in an instant with tears shimmering in his ocean blue eyes. Whether it was for her loss, or Sasuke, she'd never know, but everyone knew that the appearance of a soul mark meant the death of .

When the words fully appeared, they were as red as its originator's bloodline, and Sakura burst into tears as Naruto stumbled back in horror.

Kakashi averted his eyes in pity, for he knew of only two people in the world whose soul mark manifested as the glaring red of their clan's bloodline—and it wasn't Sasuke.

As Sakura shakily zipped up her vest, poorly suppressed sobs tumbling from her lips, Kakashi watched as the words disappeared beneath red cloth.

Forgive me, Sasuke, there won't be a next time..

How cruel was fate, he thought, to give and take so easily without remorse.

When Sasuke saw her soul mark, they'd been at war for months and her shirt had been torn just above the chest by an errant wind jutsu.

He'd caught the words only by grace of chance when a quick dodge of a kunai made flaps of cloth expose them. he'd gone still with shock before hurriedly killing their enemies and grabbing her arm and unabashedly ripping the rest of her shirt to reveal her soul mark fully.

"Hey!" Sakura cried, angry at his audacity, "Let go of me!"

But he'd ignored her, eyes glued to the words he had inadvertently placed there.

"Aniki..." He breathed sorrowfully, eyes finding hers and she nearly growled at the pity she saw there, "Sakura...I didn't..."

Jerking her arm out of his grip, she glared at him as she moved away. "It doesn't matter anyway, he's dead."

But he followed behind her angrily, uncaring of the bodies he callously stepped over and on, and jerked her to a stop.

"He was my brother, Sakura." He said angrily, as if it were her fault she bore the mark of his guilt.

Whirling around testily, she hissed with saccharine sweetness, "Yes, and you've killed him, and I didn't know him so it doesn't matter."

Sasuke looked as if she'd struck him by reminding him of what he'd done, and Sakura refused to let herself feel regret. Itachi had been destined to be hers, and like everything else, Sasuke had taken him from her.

But it was hard to mourn someone she didn't know, even if her soul would never feel complete for as long as she'd live, and she found it hard to hold a grudge against him.

As she walked away, she casted her eyes towards the horizon, remembering the one other time she'd seen Itachi in passing and feeling her very being yearn for him. She'd been horribly confused and flinched when his cold disinterested stare passing over her made him feel like home.

She hadn't dared spare him another glance, choosing instead to chase after another, so she'd missed the sharpness of his gaze when he, too, felt that comforting warmth.

It would trouble him until his death—these thoughts of what could have been.

KakaSaku “Prompt: it serves to reason that, with how dramatic Sakura was and still is, their child would inherit her penchant for theatrics.”

Kakashi had always known that Sakura was an eccentric, if not dramatic, girl. She wasn't eccentric in the way Naruto wore orange as if he had a personal vendetta against humanity's corneas, or in the way Sasuke spouted promises of vengeance like a particularly annoying broken record. He'd always thought her eccentricity was subtle, less prone to surfacing unless she was around Sasuke-kun or Naruto's greater moments of idiocy.

But that was when he didn't really know her, and how dramatic she could be, and Kakashi found it hazardous to his health.

He'd come to learn that Sakura solved all things she deemed annoying, troublesome, or scary with her fists. Or her screams.

She'd been twelve, almost going on thirteen; and he remembers only because she had been not so subtly dropping hints in Sasuke's direction about her upcoming birthday, and wouldn't it be nice if a cool, handsome boy would take her out on a date?

They'd been on a simple mission outside the village gates, not too far from patrolling ANBU and safe within all reason. So, when Sasuke ignored her hints like he ignored his therapist (who, in hindsight, should have had their license revoked the second that boy learned the word revenge), and Naruto shouted that of course he'd take her out on a date, Kakashi wasn't too concerned when Sakura howled at the boy to mind his business and then angrily stalked off into the surrounding tree line.

To regroup and strategize her next approach, he presumed. Sakura was smart like that; if she didn't have a career in the field, she'd have one in intelligence.

He was concerned, however, when a horrified scream of heart stopping proportions pierced through the raucous bickering between his two male charges and his job of not doing a thing to stop them.

There wasn't a clear, defining moment from where his ass left the soft grass to where his feet barely touched it as he sprinted to his sole female genin. He had been terrified, he remembers, because of course he'd been given the team with the uncanny ability of attracting trouble and of course one of them would die within two months of knowing him.

That's usually how things worked with him, he'd say.

But it wasn't fair, because they weren't in times of war and who'd attack a pink haired little girl??

His keen ears picked up Naruto and Sasuke's rushed footfalls behind him, and when another one of Sakura's terrified half scream half sobs rent through the air, he left them in the dust.

With the way she was howling and screaming, he'd expected to find her dismembered and dying, but no. He found her flailing and sobbing and brushing at herself (her arms, her legs, her hair) frantically and wailing, "GET THEM OFF GET THEM OFF GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!"

Putting away his kunai, Kakashi was decidedly unamused as he approached her in an attempt to calm her. But, to his surprise, it was like she was blind to him and her surroundings in her desperation to brush off the hundreds of infant spiders crawling and falling off her skin.

It appeared that she'd walked into a cluster of spider's nest, and like most teenage girls, she was deathly afraid of them. Kakashi's eyes widened in alarm when her hand violently grasped the zipper of her dress to pull it down, his hands slapping over both of his male charges' eyes as they crashed through the underbrush and ignoring their pained yelps.

There was the type of relief you felt after stepping into an air-conditioned building on a hot day, and then there was the type of relief you felt when you crashed into bed after a long mission, but nothing compares to the relief of seeing twelve-almost-thirteen-year-old Sakura step out of her dress and finding her decently clothed in a tank top and shorts.

Sakura-centric “The Mantis Program. Designed after the praying mantis who kills her mate.”

From the moment she became a kunoichi, Sakura always knew what was expected of her. It wasn’t blatantly spoken of, but the underground rumor mill was powerful and everyone knew the responsibilities of clan-less kunoichi. So, she supposed that when Tsunade called her into her office at the age of 18, it had been a long time coming.

What she hadn’t accounted for, however, was the actual truth to the rumor.

“I know it’s not what you want to do,” Tsunade said, her voice taking on that soothing quality she often had when speaking to cancer patients. “But it’s a requirement for…civilian kunoichi.”

Sakura licked her lips, the only part of her frozen body that could move, and thought of how fucked up Konoha’s archaic method of teaching kunoichi still was. Her shishou had wanted to do away with the program, but was overruled by a council that was still governed by old traditionalists who still upheld the ancient ways of the ninja.

“I’ve tried to keep you from it for as long as I could, but you are now a woman of 18 and I can’t anymore. I’m sorry.”

She wanted to rage and scream and cry, but she understood. Tsunade couldn’t keep her from the program any longer without accusations of favoritism, and while she had never attended, Sakura knew that her mentor was loathed to make her go. Not for the first time in her career, she cursed being born to civilians though she loved her parents.

Tsunade sighed, her right hand coming to rub the tension building between her eyes. “I’ll call in your team—you know the procedure.”

“Yes, Tsunade-sama.”

As Sakura waited for the rest of Team 7 to arrive—including Tenzo and Sai—she thought of what it meant to be a clanless kunoichi. She thought of the unfairness of it all, of how scathing words spat by children who knew nothing could still define her.

Because, from the moment she had entered the academy, Sakura was destined to become a Mantis. It was her responsibility, after all.

As described by Tsunade, the Mantis program was designed to produce masters of seduction, be it male or female, and was required of clanless shinobi. Shinobi would be sent away to an obscure academy in an unknown section of the Land of Fire to learn how to seduce their targets, extract information, and then eliminate them.

The Mantis program was two years spent with other recruits, isolated from the rest of the world. Their focus would be on learning the intricacies of desire and sex and were expected to shed their modesty and morals. They would learn to think of their body as a tool for the village and abandon the sanctity of intimacy with another human being.

No one knew exactly what was taught in the Mantis program, but Sakura had heard whispers. When male shinobi were drunk, they’d spew songs about golden pussy and honey tongues, then leer at kunoichi they assumed were Mantises.

It was widely considered invasive and in poor taste to ask kunoichi about their clans, as no one really wanted to know who had gone into the program. After all, they were the village’s whores and the stigma of being unclean would remain forever.

She felt a little sick to know that once she became a Mantis, she would always be a Mantis.

Konoha might be considered the softest village in all the Elemental Nations, but Sakura had learned that it was also the darkest in the ways that mattered.

Loud laughs sounded from behind the doors to the Hokage’s office and Sakura tensed. She was dreading this part of the meeting, knowing that her clan born teammates would not understand and would be outraged on her behalf. Also, she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about five other males learning of what she would have to do.

The doors swung open, Naruto’s exuberant shout the first to mark Team 7’s arrival.

“Baa-chan!” He cried with a joyful grin, arms akimbo as the rest of the squad trailed in behind him.

Then he caught sight of his teammate and swept her into a bear hug that left her breathless and choking. Casting a look over his shoulder, she observed the rest of her team. Sasuke had moved to stand by the window, hands in his pockets and looking as bored as ever. Sai, with his ever present stiff smile, stood beside Yamato whose eyes were focused on the Hokage. Kakashi had his nose buried in his porn but lifted a hand in greeting anyway.

“You called for us, Hokage-sama?” Yamato asked curiously, hand reaching over to snatch at Naruto’s collar before he touched any of Tsunade’s expensive baubles she had on her book shelf.

Tsunade looked at them evenly and something in her gaze must have sobered them, for the atmosphere in the room changed. The blonde sighed and reached into the bottom drawer of her desk, pulling out a bottle of sake Sakura had sworn Shizune had hid.

As she poured herself a glass, she said, “There’s no easy way of saying this, so I’ll cut to the point.”

She surprisingly pushed the glass towards Sakura and said, “Sakura will be entering the Mantis Program, effective immediately.”

There was a weighty silence before Naruto burst out, all sunshine and rainbows as usual, “That’s so cool, Sakura-chan!”

His fingers came to scratch at his cheek, eyes narrowing. “Is that some kind of cool, secret division in ANBU?’

“No, Dickless, she is going to whore school.”

The subsequent silence was deep enough to hear a pin drop, the weight of Sai’s words impacting each shinobi differently. Sakura reached for the offered sake and, with a shaking hand, brought it to her lips to choke it back. It was the only motion in the room.

Those few scant seconds where no one spoke felt like an eternity for her, but she would not dare to peek at anyone’s expressions for fear of what she’d see.

“Tsunade-sama, what does Sai mean?” Sasuke asked, surprising her. She’d never pegged Sasuke as someone to ask questions concerning herself.

Tsunade opened her mouth to speak, but Sakura felt that since she was the topic of conversation, she might as well participate. Her involvement in this was non-negotiable, she had to go. She had no other choice. It wouldn’t do to show fear and uncertainty in front of them. For all her fears and doubts, Sakura didn’t want them to think her weak and incapable.

In some way, she didn’t want them to worry for her—she didn’t want them to think she’d be broken.

So, before her shishou could speak, Sakura clarified, “The Mantis program is designed for honeytrap missions. I’m sure you’ve heard of them, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke’s brow furrowed as his eyes settled on her before his eyes pinched angrily. He was a smart man, she was sure he’d figured out what types of things she’d be learning and doing in the program. At the same moment, Kakashi started pacing around the room agitatedly. He stopped by the window and exhaled deeply. He, no doubt, knew exactly what the Mantis program was—even if he’d never been a part of it.

“Sakura-chan,” Naruto said as he stepped closer to her, “I still don’t understand.”

She sighed, thinking that Naruto could be dense at the worst times.

“Sai’s right,” She said, jaw clenching angrily. “I am going to whore school.”

“Sakura!” Tsunade reprimanded, hands coming down angrily on her desk.

Sakura whirled on her, feeling all of the righteous fury that came from being trapped rise up like molten lava as she spat, “That’s exactly what it is, shishou and you know it.”

But Tsunade didn’t rise to the bait, instead sitting back to level her with stormy, yet disappointed, eyes.

“Do you think you’re the only one to have gone through this?” She asked simply, and Sakura suddenly felt ashamed.

Because she wouldn’t be the only recruit at the Mantis academy. She wasn’t the only one who’d have to lose her dignity and pride for Konoha.

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About Time

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Adopted Durin/Elf! Reader x Legolas Gimli tells the reader’s adoptive brothers, Kili and Fili, that Legolas and the reader are still dancing around their feelings for each other.

AN/N: Kili and Tauriel’s daughter’s name is Welsh and is pronounced: eye-LON-wee.

“Please tell me you’re joking Gimli?” Kili asked and looked at his brother Fili, the newly coronated King Under the Mountain, they shared an incredulous look. “On my axe! They’ve done naught but dance around each other, light-footed as they are.” Gimli swore and held his hand up as he did so as to solidify his point.

“Uncle!” Kili shouted, age had not dulled his wild, childish nature, “Have you heard this?” “The whole mountain heard it, Kili be quiet.” Thorin grumbled and rubbed his beard. He was sat beside Fili as his nephew’s adviser, he was getting on in years and wanted to make sure that Fili was confidant running the Kingdom before he joined the Halls of Mahal so he had retired from his role and had Fili crowned. The source of Kili’s exasperation was learning from Gimli that you and Legolas were still sidestepping your feelings for one another – after all these years!

Back before the mountain had been reclaimed by the line of Durin, when they had lived in the Blue Mountains, Dis had found you as a young elfling, starving and injured after saving Fili from being kidnapped. She’d carried Fili and your almost weightless form home, despite being pregnant with Kili at the time, knowing that her husband may not agree with taking you in and Thorin would despise you. Dáin may be less agreeable then Thorin but neither could hold a candle to Dis when her mind was set, she refused to leave you to fend for yourself after you had saved her son just because of your heritage, so Fili gained a sister before a brother and Dis and her husband a new child. It would be twenty years before Thorin would refer to you as Daughter of Dis but eventually, when your adoptive father died, he stopped seeing you as an elf but instead simply as his niece.

You’d met Legolas when the Company had been taken prisoner outside Mirkwood and the pair of you had been smitten since. Elves, like dwarves, loved once and they loved hard. He’d rushed to save you from Orcs when you were in a barrel rushing down the river towards Laketown, he’d helped you fight off Orcs in Laketown so that Tauriel could save your brother’s life and he’d helped you save both your brothers and your Uncle from certain death against Azog and Bolg.

After the battle had been won and the lands of Men, Dwarf and Elves started to put themselves together Legolas had asked you to go with him, as his friend and companion, to journey across Middle Earth and help stop the evil brewing in the shadows of the landscape. You’d joined him without hesitation, Thorin had spewed some comments under the influence of his Dragon Sickness that you were not ready to forgive and you already knew, even if you wouldn’t admit it, that you would go with Legolas anywhere. So, you’d said goodbye to your family and assured your Mother and Brother’s that you still loved your Uncle Thorin and that one day you would return. You’d managed a few visits here and there but it wasn’t until after the War of Ring sixty years later that you’d finally returned back to the mountain with Gimli and Legolas, after visiting Legolas’ father in Mirkwood.

Gimli, as much as he loved you and respected you as the Prince’s sister, was sick of being stuck in the middle of you and the Elf Prince prancing around your feelings for one another so he told your younger brother Kili, knowing that he’d find a way to interfere. Kili turned his attention to his wife as she came into the throne room with their daughter but Tauriel had heard every word with her Elf hearing and held her and up to stop Kili repeating himself. “They have been busy with the fellowship and fighting a war and before that there was Smaug and the battle against Azog and his army. Do not force the issue with them, you know your sister will not apricate you prying.” Tauriel reminded them. Kili and Tauriel’s daughter squirmed free from her mother’s arms and ran straight to her Great Uncle Thorin who pulled her onto his lap.

“Hello Eilonwy, how is my gem today?” Thorin asked the little girl in his lap, she was the apple of his eye and reminded him of you when you were just an Elfling. Eilonwy had her father’s thick, dark hair, which her Grandmother Dis often braided, and the Durin eyes but her mother’s smooth skin and pointed ears. “Is Auntie back? Adad said that Auntie was back!” Eilonwy grinned up at Thorin who gave Kili a level look for ruining the surprise. “I forget that she’s got her mother’s hearing.” Kili mumbled to Fili who laughed at his brother’s misery. “She’s back but she’s getting ready for the party tonight, don’t you think you should get ready?” Thorin asked her and Eilonwy nodded, stood on his knees and with no warning leapt from Thorin’s lap straight into Kili’s arms. Fili tried to hide a smirk, his niece was reckless like her father and would surely give them all a heart attack one day! “Shall we tell Amad? About Y/N and Princey?” Kili asked. Thorin snorted, “Not if you want him to survive, your mother would be furious to know that they’ve not made the courtship official.” “I think we’re at that stage.” Gimli mumbled.

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“I don’t know if I will ever get used to peace again. I think I’m too used to war now.” You confessed to Legolas as he helped to lace up the back of your dress, his nimble fingers brushing against your bare back. Once he’d finished he pulled your hair away from once shoulder, slid his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. “With the trouble your family makes, I’m sure you’ll be kept busy.” He mumbled to you and gently kissed under your ear.

You swallowed hard and leaned back into his arms, your relationship was Legolas was not an easy one to describe. When you were alone, he was always like this, his arms around you, his lips against your cheeks whispering sweet things to you. If he saw you with another man, he could be violently jealous if he picked up anything other than platonic intentions from them. And you could honestly say that you loved him more than anything but the pair of you had never made it official. You’d hidden behind wars, the fellowship and the mask of duty to the task but now all of that had melted away it was hard to find the words to express what you wanted to each other.

Legolas feared by whispering his intent that he would lose the intimacy that you’d already gained, that you’d both be forced down the rigid structure of marriage rituals. He had seen the carnage of the argument between his father and Thorin when trying to make arrangements for Kili and Tauriel’s wedding.

You turned in his arms and moved your hands up to rest them on his chest, he held your gaze for a moment until you could feel yourself blushing. “You’re as beautiful as starlight, and more beautiful now then the morning of the Dawnless Day.” His words where whispered against your lips and you sighed happily as they washed over you. The Dawnless Day before the War of the Ring was the one time that you and Legolas had let the pretence of companionship fall away and you’d taken each other to bed. You cheeks heated at the memory of the whispers of love as you’d made love to each other.

Seeing your blush, Legolas’ lip twitched and one hand left your waist to come to your cheek, “Why do we continue like Elflings?” You shook your head and offered him a smile, “Fear of peace? We’ve both only known war and adventure for so long.” “I think you could be my greatest adventure.” He whispered to you and as he leaned down to kiss you, you were interrupted by a bang at the door. He pulled away from you and you sighed at the loss of contact but smiled as you opened the door, only Dwalin could knock on a door like that.

You opened the door and sure enough Dwalin was stood there dressed in his finery, his expression softened, “Well I must’ve the wrong door, the Y/N I’m lookin’ for never looked so grown up.” You leaned down to hug him, “There’s a compliment in there somewhere, I’m sure.” He held you as close he could because the height difference, “You look beautiful.”

When he finally let you go, you quickly elbowed Legolas in the side as he came to stand beside you so he’d say nothing of the mighty Dwarf warrior wiping his eye, Legolas had been there when you’d told Dwalin of the fate of Balin, Ori and Oin. Only a few days had passed and Dwalin was still quite raw over the news of his brother. Dwalin recovered himself and pointed at Legolas, “Were you in there unattended with this elf?” You rolled your eyes at him, “We’ve fought in many wars and battles together.” Dwalin held his belt, “Your point being?” “That I’ve seen her decapitate without a second thought and have no wish to be on the receiving end of her axe.” Legolas answered for you and you nudged his arm playfully in response. Dwalin nodded, he’d taught you how to wield an axe himself, “Good answer, now come. The Fellowship are waiting for their entrance.”

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When Kili had heard that his sister and the Elf Prince were late in attendance, he had half heartedly hoped that you’d appear dishevelled and he wouldn’t have to worry about your love life any more. Not that it was his issue to deal with anyway but Fili was King now, Kili himself was married and settled down and he wanted to make sure that you were happy and he knew that Legolas was what made you happy. Oh Mahal, was that Dis, Gimli, Thorin and Thranduil stood in the corner with their heads together? Thranduil had to bend at the waist to be able to join the secret conversation but that was definitely them conspiring away. The Fellowship made their entrance and the dwarves were happy to note how Legolas slipped his arm through yours and pulled you close to his side as you walked.

The party went smoothly for a few hours, you danced with every member of the Company and the fellowship before sitting with you mother to relax for moment and watch as Eilonwy got everyone to let her stand on their feet so that she could dance with them and it encouraged a bit of a dance off between Frodo, Thranduil, and Thorin, all spinning the little girl to compete for her affection. But when Thranduil stepped to one side to speak to Legolas and Thorin went to speak to a visiting dwarf from the Iron Hills, your little niece rushed over to you and dragged you onto the dance floor.

Kili took his opportunity to rush over to his Mother and interrogate her, “Amad, what were you talking about with Thorin, Gimli and the Elf King?” She tutted at his tone and gently fixed his hair, “We were just discussing how best to encourage Y/N and the good prince Legolas into formalising their courtship.” Kili paled, “What have you done?” Dis softly slapped his hand, “I have done nothing. But the others, well they may be up to no good. The dwarf that Thorin is speaking to has expressed an interest in courting your sister despite her Elven heritage. Thranduil is warning Legolas that the dwarf is going to make such a proposition. But I think Thorin may have given him some bad advice on how to woo your sister.” Kili gave her a confused look and Dis finished her explanation, “Don’t worry Son, he’s so vile that he’s practically a troll. Let the Elf beat him.”

You spun Eilonwy around the dance hall, you twirled and dipped and giggled together as you danced around. When Tauriel came to speak to the pair of you, you couldn’t help but lock eyes with Legolas over her shoulder. He was talking to him father but his body was rigid, his fists clenched to his sides. You tilted your head and raised a brow to him, a silent question, asking what had troubled him so. He stalked over to you and you spared a glance at his father who looked smug as he watched his son approach you. You focused back on Legolas, he’d nearly crossed the hall towards you now, his eyes still burning into you, your cheeks flushed under gaze and you wanted nothing more than for him to take you into his arms and kiss you. For you both to finally get over your childish fears and worries and let everyone know that you belong to each other. His words taunted you I think you could be my greatest adventure.

Later when your family would ask you to retell the story of that night, you had to tell them that honestly it happened so fast that you could not weave a good tale from the event. An arm slipped around your hips and before you could even note that the Dwarf with his arm around your hips wasn’t one of your friends or family, Legolas had, with all the gentleness of the breeze, moved you away from the dwarf and behind himself. Then he hit the dwarf square on the nose and knocked him out. You gasped at the sight, quickly checking that Eilonwy wasn’t near the sight, but didn’t have time to think about much else before Legolas pulled you into his arms and kissed you in front of the entire celebration. You kissed him back earnestly, pulling back only when interrupted by a bellowing shout.

“About time!” Gimli was the one who’d bellowed. Legolas righted you both but kept you held to his chest as you caught sight of the entire hall celebrating. Aragon had clamped a celebratory hand on Gimli’s shoulder, the hobbits were jumping up and down, Dis had both of her seated sons in a headlock and most shockingly Thorin and Thranduil clinked glasses in celebration of their achievement.

“I would have thought that it would have been met with more resistance.” Legolas mumbled to you as you tried to make yourself disappear into his chest. “Well lad, we’ve had long enough to get used to the idea.” Bofur laughed and stepped over the unconscious dwarf to clap Legolas on the back. “We’ve not tried to plan the wedding yet, you know our families will be difficult.” You mumbled to him but leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I’ve been to war with you before.” Legolas teased you and kissed you softly again as Gimli made his way over to you both.

“Okay, alright, break it up! Don’t me regret getting involved.” Gimli snapped and puffed out his chest when you leaned down to kiss his cheek in a thank you. “You will stand beside me, won’t you?” Legolas asked his and put his hand on the Dwarf’s shoulder, “As my best man? I would have no other.”

Not trusting his voice, Gimli nodded and yanked Legolas’ tunic to pull the Elf down to his height and gave him a headbutt. You giggled behind your hand, even though Legolas and Gimli had defied their blood and become best friends and Legolas would understand the gesture, you felt for his poor head. No doubt he would get a headache from his warrior friend. Legolas was given no reprieve as Eilonwy ran up, climbed up Gimli’s back and also headbutted Legolas. Even though she barely weighed as much as an axe and was only a half dwarf, Legolas gripped his head and swooned at from her ‘mighty’ blow as you swooped her up into your arms and peppered her face with kisses. “Adad says, when are you going to give me cousins?” She asked you and your face flushed again. “Kili!” You shouted and put your niece down to go and hunt down her father.

Legolas shook his head and stood back to his full height, he caught his father’s eye and put his hand to his chest and dipped his head in respect and thanks for accepting his courtship. He’d been so scared that things would change if you and he made things official but he was relieved that they had changed for the better

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That Should Be Me

Based on the acoustic version of That should be me by Justin Bieber (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FELP3UafXg0)

Everybody's laughing in my mind Rumors spreading 'bout this other guy

Theon walked passed a group of ladies as he walked into the feasting hall to join the crowd. Their laughter caused an unsettling feeling in his stomach as he tuned his ears to hear their conversation. "Did you hear about Lady Y/N and Lord Stephon," A girl in the group with red hair asked? "Yes but it can not be true she was betrothed to the Greyjoy boy," A woman in the group with Blonde hair denied. "I heard she got her father to end the betrothal when she found out he was a frequent visitor to the whore house so he could see Ros," A woman with black hair in their group says. "It would be the best thing for her she is far better than Ned Stark's ward and look at Lady Stark with Lord Hades they are definitely together," The last girl in the group said. The other girls agreed laughing again. It was true Theon had felt like the luckiest man in the seven kingdoms and beyond when he discovered you felt the same for him as he did for you. He was happier when your father approved the wedding knowing you two were happily in love but Theon knew he made a series of terrible decisions. He would go to the whore house visit Ros then leave. He never expected you to find out but you did. Now he heard rumors from men and women alike that you and Lord Stephon Hades were seeing one another and it killed Theon to think of another man making you happy. It drove him mad. He knew he was an idiot and everyone else did too now they all laughed at him or at least they did in his head.

Do you do what you did when you did with me?

You had the biggest smile on your face as you readied your horse. You tied the picnic basket up and turned towards your new lover. "I have the perfect place to picnic," You announce. "Is that so love," He tested? "Yes you will love it, my love," You say glee evident in your voice. "I can't wait if I am with you I know I will enjoy it," He replied a smile stretching across his face. You looked around before quickly pressing a short kiss to his lips. That moment Theon's heart shattered. His eyes began to water and it took everything he had to hold back the sobs. The Greyjoy was heartbroken not only were you were in love with another, affectionate with another, you were also doing everything you and the young ward did together with your new love interest.

Warning this next part is a bit mature if you are uncomfortable about sexual situations please skip to the next part.

Does he love you the way I can?

Theon couldn't help but notice the small blue, black, and purple bruise on your neck as you leaned down to encourage your younger brother and Theon was standing to the side next to Robb and Jon. It brought Theon's thoughts to the memories of you under him clawing at his back as you practically screamed his name. Your panting moans as you begged Theon to make love to you when his fingers were deep inside you or his head was buried deep in between you legs. The way your fingers felt as they trailed up through his hair or the way they felt as you held Theon's hands during your passion. The ways your eyes looked as they boor into Theon's. The way your lips parted moans slipping through them as he pushed you over the edge. You hands gripping the mattress, toes curling, and back leaving the bed. Theon thought of how well he pleased you how much he missed pleasing you. He wondered if Lord Hades loved you as good as he could or did he leave you barely satisfied maybe not satisfied at all.

Did you forget all the plans that you made with me? 'Cause baby I didn't

The life you both dreamed of playing over and over in Theon's head. All the plans you created were like honey in his brain sticking and refusing to leave. The moment Lord Stephon asked you to marry him in front of everyone who attended your name day feast you threw your arms around him and accepted squealing yes. Like all of you and your fathers' ward's plans and dreams were forgotten. Did you even remember the nights you would lay in the Greyjoy's arms your head laid softly on his chest fingers tracing random shapes on his nude chest while his fingers ran through your hair talking about how many children you would have would they be sons or daughters what their names would be or how you would decorate your shared chambers in Winterfell and Pike even what your wedding ceremony and feast would be like Theon wondered. It drove him psychotic how could you forget the love you shared when he couldn't even forget how you would want lemon cakes at your wedding instead of the typical pigeon pie.

That should be me Holdin' your hand That should be me Makin' you laugh That should be me That should be me Holdin' your hand That should be me Makin' you laugh That should be me This is so sad That should be me

You giggled softly as he leaned down as whispered something in your ear. His hand was tightly in yours as you both stood next to your mother and father watching as Bran and Arya ran from little Rickon who was it in their game of tag. That should be me Theon thought. I should be holding her hand. I should making her laugh. This is tragic why couldn't I have seen it sooner my need for her. Were the only thoughts running through your previous fiances head.

That should be me That should be me Feelin' your kiss That should be me Buyin' you gifts This is so wrong

You and the lord were walking through the market hand in hand. Theon hadn't known you two were going to be there he went into Wintertown for a new sword but he regretted it now. Watching you stop to admire a beautiful necklace. Your new fiance passed a coin to the merchant before taking the necklace from your hands motioning for you to turn around. He took one hand to move your hair and wrapped the necklace around your neck clasping it. He placed a small kiss to your neck before letting your hair fall back to its previous position. You turned back to him. "Thank you I love it it is gorgeous," You ramble before your future husband cut you off with a loving long passionate kiss. No no no Theon wanted to yell like a child throwing a fit when there mother told them they couldn't have another cookie. This was all wrong Theon thought to himself. That should be him buying you things kissing you for all to see. There was no doubt in the young lord's mind that that should be him.

I can't go on 'Til you believe that That should be me

"Baby please you don't love him you know it should be us getting married you know its true," The ward pleaded with you as he stood in your chambers. "How dare you I love Lord Stephon I used to love you Theon I truly did I was like a child on the morning of there name day when it came to our marriage but you hurt me and I found a solace in his arms Theon and there is nothing you can say or do I forgive you I do but I can love you no longer so please leave Stephon will be here any moment to accompany to Sansa's name day feast," You lecture. Theon sulked out the door. He would rather be dead than not have you in his arms. Theon decided at that moment he would stop at nothing to have you again.

You said you needed a little time For my mistakes It's funny how you use that time To have me replaced

You walked around the corner in search of your fiance when you saw him pressing a redhead up against the wall. There hands were running up and down each others body. His tongue was down her throat. Tears fell from your eyes. "Theon," You sob. He pulled away from the whore. "Baby," Theon started but couldn't finish as you bolted away. Theon hot on your trails. You slammed the thick wooden door and threw yourself on your bed. you heard the door open. You didn't bother looking up knowing it was Theon. He sat at the bottom of your bed not saying anything just rubbing your back as you sobbed. When you regained your composer you sat up and sniffled. "Why What did I do was I not enough was I not good enough," You asked? "No you are perfect if we're both being honest you're too good for me," Theon reassured. "Then why," You ask? "I don't know but I do know I am sorry and I won't do it again," Your betrothed answered reaching for your hand. "Do you take me for a fool," You asked yanking your hand from his slight grasp. "Of course not you are the smartest woman I know," The Greyjoy answered his brow scrunching alerting to his confusion. "Then you know I would never fall for that," You growl. "I am being honest," He tries to reason. "Theon you can't even give me a reason you know what that's means you don't love me which means you will do it again," You explain. Theon looked down at his hand guilt taking over. "Theon can you leave please," You asked? "Baby can we please work this out," He asked? "Maybe right now I just need a little time," You answer. He nodded before standing up and leaving. That moment haunted him. The moment he lost you. At that moment he was a small child overly optimistic. He figured you would forgive him and you guys would get married and live happily ever after like the fairy tales Old Nan told you. Theon found ridiculous but you loved them so he listened to them. Yet he realized you took that time not to forgive him or comes to term with his betrayal but instead used it to replace him. It was funny in a way. He actually thought he could get away with how bad he hurt you now you were hurting him every time he saw the two of you in love. It was funny in a way he cheated on you with some irrelevant whore from a whore house now you were replacing him and marrying some rich lord.

Did you think that I wouldn't see you out at the movies? What you doin' to me? You're takin' him where we used to go Now if you're tryna break my heart It's working 'cause you know that

You were sitting there by the weirwood tree your feet in the pond. Your head was resting on Stephon's shoulder. His arm was draped around you. Theon was sent by your mother to fetch you for your wedding gown fitting. He stopped dead in his track when he saw you two. That was your thing. You would meet there at sundown set in that exact same position and watch the sun go down and the stars come out. He felt like he got punched in the gut. He could of swore his heart stopped. Tears pooled in his eyes. He was never emotional person but seeing you and him it was killing him. His heart was in a million pieces. What are you doing to him Balon Greyjoys son thought. The only thing he knew for sure was if your mission was to crush his heart you were succeeding.

That should be me Holdin' your hand That should be me Makin' you laugh That should be me This is so sad That should be me

You sat with your family at the high table. Stephon was placed at your side his hand in yours. Though your family was there you looked at him like you use to look at the Iron Islander. Like he was the only one in the room. Your smile was the perfect accessory to your already stunning appearance. The young lord had a smile on his face and glint in his eye that made the future lord of the Iron Islands sick. He shifted his glare to you before softening his gaze. He doubted you could look any more beautiful but he was proven wrong when the man you were marrying said something that caused you to throw your head back and bellow in laughter. You looked truly ravishing. It killed Theon that was suppose to be him. Everyone was suppose to be arriveing to celebrate you and Theon becomeing one. It was tragic to watch. Theon knew you belonged with him. You were blinded by your pain to see how much you still truely loved him.

That should be me Feelin' your kiss That should be me Buyin' you gifts

You were playing with you little siblings when Lord Stephon walked out to the courtyard. You ran to him and pressed you soft lips on his rough lips. When you pulled away he placed his hands on your hips. "I have something for you love," He tells you. "What," You asked happily. He looked up and motioned to his squire who carried out a lilac dress that had silver features. It was house Hades colors. You gasped as you marveled at the beauty. You took the dress from his squire. "I can not thank you enough, my love," You thank standing on your tip toes and kissing him. When you pulled apart you said goodbye and went off to put the newest gift away. Theon who had watched the whole thing a look of distaste and anger firm on his face. Theon hissed when he fealt the practice sword hit his shoulder. "What was that," He yelped faceing your older brother. "Maybe stopping stalking my little sister and you might actually be able to beat me one day," His bestfriend taunted. "I was not stalking more like observeing," Theon reasoned. "Sure call it what you will," The young wolf teased. "Your my brother right," The greyjoy asked? "Always," Robb agreed. "So I can tell you anything," Theon asked suspicisly. "Yeah," The eldest Stark answered confusion written on his face. "That should be me," He exploded. "What," Eddard Stark's eldest son asked? "Ugh that should be me," Balon Greyjoys only living son said as he pointed the wooden sword at the lord who was now talking to your little brothers. "What do you mean," The stark asked? "I mean her she should be mine I should be the one she gets exited about seeing and runs to kiss I should be the one to shower her in gifts I should be marrying her that should be me," Theon explained. Robb gave him a pitiful look. Theon vented to Robb about one thing the fact that that should be him.

This is so wrong I can't go on 'Til you believe that That should be me

He beat the practice dummy as if it was a moral enemy. As the moments of this morning replayed in his head. "I'm sorry," Theon whispered. You placed your hand on his shoulder lightly before say, "It's ok I am no longer upset I am happier than I have ever been before and if you wouldn't have I would assume had feelings for whats her name Ros then I would be married to you and never would have looked to Stephon." Theon would have lied if he said that didn't greatly wound him. "You are going to be a beautiful bride," The Greyjoy complements. "Thank you," You thank turning back to what had occupied your time perviously. "You know I still love you right," The young lord asked? "Theon," You sighed. "I know you are marrying him I wont be able to change that after you wed but I will stop at nothing to prove to you that that you shouldn't be marrying him and that that should be me instead," He says before walking off leaveing you shaking you head and countinueing another detail to your fastly approching wedding.

I need to know, should I fight for love or disarm? It's getting harder to shield this pain in my heart

You greeted your fiances family a smile firmly on your face. Lord Hades's arm was draped over your shoulder and the group of you laughed together. Theon felt broken. It was getting harder and harder to hide his heartache. Lord Stark even noticed and chastised Theon for his broken heart. Saying something along the lines of leave her alone she deserves this and so do you I should have taken off your head for hurting my little girl. It made Theon's head spin with questions. Should he really give up? Could he really move on? Were you over him? Should he continue his quest for your heart or surrender to the slightly older lord?

That should be me Holdin' your hand That should be me Makin' you laugh That should be me This is so sad That should be me That should be me

You and the man you were going to marry walked to the stables hand in hand. He let you go so he could grab the horse. You both talked while he saddled the horse Theon had bought you for the name day where you turned three and ten. Your face had a joyful expression as you both laughed at something he said. Jealousy filled Theon threating to spill over and explode like wildfire. That should be him making jokes and bringing the heavenly sound of your laugh. He should be the one holding your softer smaller hand in his larger rougher hand. It was sad Theon knew. Pinning over a woman that could care less about him and loved another man. One thing he knew for sure was that should have been him.

That should be me Feelin' your kiss That should be me buyin' you gifts

You sat between your parents and Stephon. He pulled out a ring from a small pocket in his tunic. "Here love," He handed you the ring. You stared down at the golden ring that had the words "I only began living the day you came into my life" engraved on it. You gasped in awe. "I love you," You confess before leaning over and kissing him. Theon couldn't hold back the growl of anger and jealousy. That should have been him. Kissing you and showing you off. He should be giving you gifts everyday not that imposter. "That should be me," He whimpered under his breath.

This is so wrong I can't go on 'Til you believe that That should be me Holding your hand That should be me The one making you laugh, oh baby oh That should be me That should be me Giving you flowers That should be me talking for hours That should be me That should be me That should be me

Theon knew you were going to become Lady Hades tomorrow. You would stand under the weirwood trees blood-red leaves that contrasted with your stormy stark eyes, your copper Tully locks, and pale white skin. You would be wearing a dress that would complement all your best features. Theon would watch as your father walked you to the lord as Theon would be breathless and speechless at the sight of you. The Greyjoy would watch helplessly as you gazed lovingly into the other man's eyes before accepted him as your husband. The moment you said I take this man the Iron Islanders world would be given away to someone who wouldn't understand how truly amazing you were. You were the only person that had ever loved him for him. For the angry insecure jealous broken hearted lonely little boy that hid behind the arrogant cocky man, he pretended to be. You were the only thing that could shatter his whole existence. He feared tomorrow would be the last straw. The breaking point. He couldn't imagine living in a world where you were not his. He didn't want to. He didn't know he could. Theon was used to the ache of his broken heart but tonight was far worst then the pain had ever been. He needed to numb it or he would fall apart right here and fall to his knees sobbing for you to take him back. So he drank and drank goblet after goblet of the aged sweet imported dornish red wine. His head began to spin and his thought were fuzzy. His body sweated with a newfound heat. He stood up and stumbled over to you, Stephon, the starks, and the Hades. "Man are you alright," Robb asked noticing his staggering friend. "Shh I need to talk to them," He said frailing his arms in no general direction. The younger four Stark children rolled there eyes. You, Your future husband, and both sets of parents had yet to turn your attention to the drunk pike native. Robb motioned to Jon to come help him. "Hey brother maybe you should go lie down me and Jon will help you," The eldest of Lord Starks children offered. "No you and that bastard will not touch me I need to speak with Stephon," The greyjoy spat. At the ruckus all six of you faced the twenty three year old. "What is going on," You father bellowed. "My apologies Lord and Lady Hades everyone," Your mother apologizes to your future good parents and then to the entire hall. "I wanted to tell that imposter that is by my fiance that he may be marrying her but he will never have her heart no matter what she says she will always love me she will never love him ever," Theon growled. "Who is this fool and how dare he put down my son," Lord William Hades asked? "My apologies if you will give me a few moments I will be right back and everything will be taken care are of," You apologize before dismissing yourself. "It better I do not appreciate the disrespect," Lady Margret Hades says rudely. "Come on Theon," You encourage. "Not until I tell all these people who should really be buying you all those gifts kissing you holding your hand planning a future with you talking with you marrying you loving you," He opposed. "Now Theon Lets go," You ordered growling through your teeth and gripping his arm before pulling him as he whined like a child whose mother just told them no. You got back to Theon's chambers. You opened the thick wooden door before walking in and commanding him, "Lie down." He began to fumble as he tried to remove his shoes. "Sit," You sigh. He does as comanded before slurring, "You look pretty sexy when you take charge." You rolled your eyes at his drunk attics as you got on your knees and began to help take of his shoes. "I love you," He slurred through hiccups. You removed his shoes and threw them to the side. He began to remove his tunic but he got stuck. "Can you help," He hiccuped. You helped him remove his tunic then stepped away gatheering Theon's blanket and forceing him to lie down. "You need stop," You sigh as you sat next to him. "But it should be us marrying tomorrow it should be me sitting next to you tonight it should be me giving you flowers jewelry dresses and every other gift possible or talking with you for hours I should be holding your hand I should be holding you I should be kissing you I should be the one making you laugh I know I messed up but I know that that should be me and it is crushing me to watch him in my place," He ranted eyes becoming watery. "Rest," You say kissing his forhead and leaving holding back tears as you whispered my love.

Never should've let you go I never should've let you go That should be me Never should've let you go That should be me Never should've let you go I never should've let you go That should be me

Theon awoke with a pounding headache and a suprising remberance of the night before. He almost forgot for a moment that you were getting married that afternoon. He stood up and began throwing things across the room and yelling at himself, "You fuck up you deserve this you deserve worse than this you runied the best thing that has ever happened to your pathetic self if you weren't such as a idiot that would be you just like it should be but no you hurt her like the prick you are then you didn't even try to keep you just let her go." Hot salty tears fell down the lord's cheeks causing them to puff up his eyes darken to a bloodshot red as he sobbed. "I have to get her back I have to," Theon decided sprinting out his door not bothering closing it. He ran straight in to a petite maid. He got up fratically. "I am sorry I really am but I am in a hurry where is Lady Y/N," He rambled. "My lord the ceremony all ready began Lady Y/N and Lord Stark left a little while ago I am afraid she will not be available until tomorrow most likely," The maid explained pity laceing her words as she gave him a sad look and scurryed off. Theon sprinted through the godswoods where you stood. "Stop don't do it stop," He screamed. The sound of frantic running and loud yelling everyones face turned towards the opening in the trees. Theon ran out of them before stopping at the bottom of the isle. "Y/N I know I hurt you and I know you have feelings for him but they will never be as strong as ours I realized why I did it I was scared I was scared that one person was my entire universe I was terrified that you were the onlly thing that could shatter my walls with just one look I couln't believe that some one so strong so beautiful so intelligent existed let alone could love someone like me I need you to know that the greatest thing that ever happened to me was you That every time we talked for hours or just a few moments were highlights to my day I want you to know that every secret kiss me and you shared felt like they were gifts from the gods Everytime I bought you a gift and saw how exited you were filled me with an unexplanable joy Every hug I felt like I finally found a place to call home I was honored everytime I got to see your smile or hear your laugh it terrified me to feel this way All my feelings all my thoughts were so complicated around you with Ros they weren't so I thought that was a good thing but it wasn't I know that you are the only thing that keeps me sane and I need you I hurt you I know and I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you would give me the chance and let me be what I should be," He says letting his vunerablity and honesty shine through. You teared up as you watched the man you love break down in front of everyone for you. You looked at your father and mother with a worried look before giving the same gaze to the man you were about to marry. "I know you still love him if he is what will make you happy then go do not marry me marry him I love you and the only thing I wish is your happiness," The man in front of you grants. "Your mother and I feel the same," Your father also grants. You smile before picking up your dress and running to Theon. He caaught you in his arms as he hugged you close lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "I love you," You both whsiper through a series of kisses when he placed you on your feet. You turned to thank Lord Stephon Hades of death mountain (a Random place I made up) but instead, you both saw an open spot where he should be and your father pointing to it. That day you married Theon. He kept good to his promise and showered you with affection, attention, and gifts for the rest of your life. You had a beautiful family and took your rightful seats as Lord and Lady Greyjoy of the Iron Islands. You lived happily ever after just like it should have been from the start.

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naferty · 6 years

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Part 6 of the ironpanther shifter birthday fic!

T’Challa talked well into the day. His hope of letting the tiger learn of himself in order to lessen his hostility proved to result in progress. The tiger no longer kept as close of an eye on him and instead shifter on the branch in order to have his back face him, making himself vulnerable and showing he didn’t see T’Challa as a threat any longer.

Whether he had done so unconsciously or on purpose remained to be seen, but in the end it mattered not. The tiger was comfortable enough to display this.

He stopped with his current tale in order to listen in. Had the larger feline fallen asleep? Or was he simply resting? T’Challa contemplated jumping up into the branches. He didn’t want to push but he also didn’t want to leave without at least checking the full extent of the wounds.

No, he had to give the tiger a leverage. If that meant allowing him the height than so be it. He had to somehow convince the tiger to come down instead. Allow him to choose equal footing.

“Have I bored you with my tales of youth?”

He heard a soft rumble from up above. “Not at all. I’m still listening. Go ahead and finish.”

Still awake then. “I would enjoy nothing more, but the sun is setting in and I’ll be needed elsewhere soon.”

“Right. Important man from what I’ve heard. Can’t have your time taken up completely from the likes of me.” T’Challa chose to ignore that statement. It was a dismissal to be sure. The tiger’s way of coping while defensive. Had T’Challa been anyone else that behavior would receive harsh discipline, and the larger feline knew it. “Forget I said that. Forget I said anything. Just ignore it all. I didn’t mean to -”

The tiger continued to stumble upon his attempt at an apology. T’Challa didn’t expect one, not from such a proud creature, but a long time of mistreatment changed a person, and the instinct to protect overpowered any pride. A look towards the bushes obscuring a small figure proved the apology was meant for more than just the tiger. The young wolf crouched down under the leaves of the bush, hoping the shadows would keep him hidden, but it did nothing to hide the snout sticking out. The pup needed more practice.

“May I ask,” T’Challa interrupted before the tiger began to panic. “If you will not allow me to tend to your wounds, will you permit me to examine them?”

He could see the large form tremble. From fear or the beginnings of a panic he did not know. “Do I have a choice?”

“That is why I ask, yes. I will not force you, as I stated, but your wounds are cause for worry. I am also responsible for the new set you received when I removed the chains from you.”

The white tiger fell into a still silence. For a moment T’Challa believed that to be the end with the large feline continuously refusing to accept aid, but he remained put. He didn’t receive a proper response, and until he was told to leave he would not move.

He heard a rumbling sigh from above and had a split second to admire the graceful leap down, skin and fur rippling from the movement, before the tiger landed on the ground with a heavy ‘thump’ and gust of wind. Now on equal footing T’Challa found the white feline to be far larger than he first estimated. He had to crane his neck up just to see those golden eyes.

“Just checking?”

The rumble in his voice echoed in T’Challa’s chest. “You have my word.” To emphasize he pushed the pack he had brought away with his hind leg. Out of his reach. The larger cat eyed it and him before finally looking away, head and neck turning in silent permission. He remained standing.

T’Challa made quick work checking every spot covered in both old and recently new blood. The areas with fur missing allowed him to view the damage properly. The areas with fur still present but the markings of red covering the white he noted down as potential locations for small wounds.

The entirety of the tiger required him to walk around in a circle. Far more wounds than what T’Challa had first estimated became known. Having been obscured by the fur. On one particular spot, on the heavy muscle of his hind leg, there was a knot of dried blood and dirt that T’Challa had difficulty distinguishing between an actual injury or simply matted fur in need of a wash. Without much thought he lifted a paw to try and untangle the mass. It resulted in T’Challa placing the entirety of his paw high on the tiger’s thigh.

He stilled when he realized what he had done. Should the tiger strike out of fear he only had seconds to retreat a safe distance away. Precious seconds that made the difference.

The weight shifted and under his paw T’Challa felt hard muscles clench from the movement. “My, so forward of you. I didn’t peg you as that kind.”

T’Challa pulled his paw away as if burnt. His ears went low in shock. It hadn’t even occurred to him what it might have seemed like, touching without permission and somewhere so informal had they been shifted. And now that his mind was focused on it he couldn’t stop himself from noting how well defined and shapely those hind legs of his were.

If it hadn’t been for his fur the whole world would’ve seen the flush of his cheeks.

“Forgive me. I didn't mean to disrespect in such a manner. Know that was not my intent.”

The tiger faced forward but his golden brown eyes stared at him for a moment before closing them shut. “Don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t be the first one to touch me without permission. At least you were gentle about it.”

The reveal was heartbreaking. “Surely they hadn’t -”

“Not in the way you’re thinking. I’ve been beaten, chained, wrangled down, handled in any way to keep me in check. All of them left bruises for days. Not many trust a loose tiger.”

“But you are no simple tiger,” T’Challa walked over to stand side by side, “and what they did -”

“I know,” he cut him off. “Trust me, I know. Not the greatest circumstances I’ve ever been in. Not that I’ve been through worse. By far this takes the cake, but who knows, maybe our luck has changed.”

“It has. If you ever come to believe me, know we only wish to help.”

Those brown eyes opened and cut through him. “You understand why it’s not that easy.”

“Of course, and I will not push.”

“That’s very considerate. Almost too good to be true. I’ve probably gone mad and this is some fevered dream. At least it’s an attractive cat tending to me.” As if thinking better of it the tiger retreated. “Forget I said that. I didn’t mean - are we done?”

Having pity T’Challa nodded, though he was oddly flattered. “You sustained more injuries than I had originally thought. I require at most three vials of salve to treat you. Will you allow me to tend to them tomorrow?”

A flicker of his white ear. “Maybe.”

The large feline padded backwards, refusing to give T’Challa his exposed back. It was expected for a proud animal.

“Is there a name I can call you by?” T’Challa eventually asked once the tiger looked seconds away from jumping on his previous branch and ending their conversation. He couldn’t continue calling him by white tiger and Mr Stark seemed disrespectful, considering he hadn’t introduced himself with even that name.

A short pause. “Tony. The name’s Tony.”

Tony. He can work with that. “I shall see you soon.”

“Can’t wait.”

~~~

T’Challa returned the next day like promised.

Tony didn’t know what to make of him. So far he had been nothing but respectful and kind. Actions that could easily blind from the truth. Tony had been burned before. He knew not to make it easy, but the panther made it difficult to keep his shields up.

The tales of his childhood made him feel so approachable, and he knew that was the panther’s plan. He was trying to lower his guard, and it was working. It didn’t help matters when the panther touched near his hips, a gentle touch that had T’Challa rearing back when he realized what he had done. He had stumbled ungracefully and the sight was… well, unflattering to say the least, and oddly adorable on the panther.

Now the panther was back and with an even larger pack in his mouth and the same blanket as before. He appeared determined, but kept a respectable distance. He had caught Tony while Tony was still on the ground, not giving him the advantage of height like before.

Not wanting to push the panther’s limit, Tony remained put on the ground. Lying down besides a good set of bushes to obscure his back. Lessening the chances of an attack. Peter was off hiding among the greens like before. Nearby, if the sounds of leaves breaking within hearing distance had anything to say. The pup really needed to practice on his stealth.

Tony eyed the panther warily as he got comfortable and curled up near him. When he made no move to speak first T’Challa seemed to happily take charge.

“My sister wishes to know if you permit her a visit with the young Peter.”

“Permit?” Odd, why would she need his permission? Were they not their owners?

“You are his guardian, are you not? After having viciously protected him I would imagine you to be wary of anyone coming near him. Shuri is interested in getting to know Peter, but I will not risk her safety, even if to aide him.”

“Do you think I’m capable of hurting children?” That stung. In the deepest part of him.

“No,” T’Challa said with no visible doubt, “but instincts will make anyone capable of anything. I do not want any of us to have regrets.”

“Fair enough. You don’t need my permission. If Peter wants to see her she’s more than welcome to visit him.”

“And what of you?”

“What of me?”

“Am I allowed to visit you?”

Tony blinked, caught by surprised. “To heal my wounds? Aren’t you already doing that?”

“No, once your wounds have healed. Do the visitations extend to myself?”

Had Tony been a canine he would’ve been tongue tied. Being a feline he was no better. “You - you want to - why? I’m sure you have other important things to do. Your guards are already watching me. I promise I won’t cause trouble.”

The panther didn’t bother to respond, choosing to just stare at him and waiting for his answer. It only agitated Tony all the more. “Why do you even need my permission. These are your gardens. You decide when to come and go, not me.”

“Believe it or not, I do respect someone’s comfort and boundaries. Tending to your wounds is a different matter than visiting out of want, and I believe you could use the company.”

“Aren’t you noble,” Tony muttered, stunned when not only T’Challa heard it, but also chuckled at it.

“I like to believe my family is, but we do have the occasional stragglers. My sister, for example.”

“I heard that, brother,” out of nowhere, from the bushes, a smaller sized panther pounced on the larger, making herself comfortable on his back. “So what did he say?”

“You have permission, so long as Peter wishes for your company. I imagine after spending one hour with you he’d run for the river in order to escape.”

“You are a natural comedian, T’Challa. If royalty doesn’t work for you I imagine stand up comedy would be an excellent career.”

“Off,” T’Challa shook his fur in order to unbalance her.

She leaped to her feet gracefully. “If you have need of me I’ll be hunting down a loose canine,” and just like that she was gone. Only the sounds of a whine signalled her successfully finding Peter.

After a moment Tony blurted the only thing that seemed important at the time. “Royalty?” Because what the fuck, they were royals of sorts? Was T’Challa a lord or something?

“Ah, my father is king. Shuri and I his children,” if possible the panther looked sheepish admitting this.

A prince?! Why would a prince put so much effort on two shifter slaves?

“You did not know.” An observation.

“Of course not. I just thought you were super rich or something. Not a prince. Why would you even bother tending to me? You have others to do that instead.”

“Would you willingly get tended by them?”

He had a point there and Tony grimaced at the admission. He wouldn’t feel comfortable getting tended by strangers. At least with T’Challa he had a name along with the face and a bit of knowledge on his person and past. But a damn prince? Way out of his league as anything.

“Will you allow me now?”

No, Tony wanted to say, but his wounds were starting to get on the irritatingly painful side and they burned. He couldn’t even say yes. His tongue heavy in his mouth. To ask for help just wasn’t in his nature, but this was a prince. He couldn’t disrespect.

A bitter taste was in his mouth. “If it is not too much trouble.”

“Not at all.” T’Challa scooted closer with the pack of salves. “I will be quick.”

“As long as your gentle.”

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kpoptart216 · 6 years

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The Arrangement (pt 9)

“Is the child even mine, Y/N?”

You stare at him wide-eyed. Did he really just ask that? You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that moment. Jimin was actually being serious. He had actually thought that low of you. He had doubted your love and sincerity towards him. His faith in you had shattered and in turn, he had shattered your heart.

You turned away from him, unable to look at him anymore. Jimin scoffed as you turned away, not noticing the single tear that fell from your eyes. You sat there in silence for another minute. Jimin was still fuming. He wanted answers from you and he wanted them now.

Just as he was about to start yelling again, you cut him off.

“You really want to know what’s going on between me and Tae?” you said with a straight face, wiping away the tears in your eyes. You take out your keys from your purse and push them into Jimin’s hands. “Go inside the house”

Jimin eyed the keys in his hands curiously. “Don’t avoid this conversation by telling me to go into the fucking house” he sneered at you.

“Dammit Jimin just go into the house!” you almost yelled back. Jimin had finally noticed the pained expression on your face, but he didn’t care. He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. You too had gotten out of the car, and walked lifelessly behind Jimin to the front door.

Jimin managed to find the house keys amongst the many keychains you had and finally put the key in the door. As he tried to unlock the door, he noticed your hands in fists as you tried to control the shaking. You had wiped away your tears, but it was quite obvious that you were upset.

Jimin finally unlocked the door and opened it to find a rather dark house. You both would usually leave at least a small lamp on so that you weren’t met with a dark house, but no such lights were on today. Jimin’s frustration only grew as he struggled to find the light switch near the entrance. Soon though, he found the switch and turned it on.

“SURPRISE!!!”

Jimin jumped back from the sudden burst of noise. Jimin looked around the house, only to find it full. Full of his family, friends, and various decorations. There in front of Jimin stood all of his favorite things. The most important people in his life and some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There in front of him stood some family from out of the country that he had also missed seeing. There in front of him stood hundreds upon hundreds of decorations in all his favorite colors. Ballons were floating on the ceiling and banners and streamers filled the house. There was something childish yet classy about it and Jimin loved it. Jimin couldn’t even begin to take it all in. He just stood there and smiled at everyone like a fool, totally forgetting about the whole ordeal that happened in the car.

Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded him and messed with his hair and gave him a few light hits and punches. “Happy Birthday, Jimin!” they said in turns. “Were you surprised??” asked Jungkook.

“How do you like it??” ask Namjoon.

“We spent like hours with the decorations he better like it” said Hoseok.

“Hours? Well me and Y/N spent weeks, no months, planning this whole thing. We literally went shopping every week because she thought of something new to get. You must have known, right Jimin? Like weren’t you the least bit suspicious?” asked Taehyung as he threw his arm around Jimin’s shoulders.

And that’s when it hit him. That’s when he remembered what he had just accused you of and Jimin’s heart sank. What had he just done.

He turned around quickly, finally facing you with his eyes wide. You gave him the smallest of smiles and Jimin noticed your lips trembling as you tried your hardest to hold back tears and break down. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you say in almost a whisper, but he could still hear it.

He tries to reach out for you, but you walk away into the sea of guests. and before he can try again, he is greeted by more guests, blocking him entirely.

You try your hardest to smile and greet guests, but you eventually excuse yourself to change into something a little comfortable. You all but run into your shared bedroom with Jimin and lock yourself into the bathroom. You finally let the tears fall freely and you cover your mouth to hold back the sobs. You don’t know how long you stood there in the bathroom, but by now you were numb. You can hear the party at full swing outside, with loud music and people talking. Surely no one would miss your presence. You realize you can’t stay in the bathroom forever though so you will yourself to get through just tonight. You wipe off all the tear-stained makeup and wash your face with warm water. But your eyes are still kind of red. You walk into your side of the closet and try to find something more suitable for the party.

Jimin is finally free of most of the guests at this point and begins his search for you again. He had seen you talking to a few people, but that was at least half an hour ago.

“Sweetheart, Happy Birthday” Jimin hears. His mom and dad walk up to him, arms open for a hug. Jimin gives them a warm smile, despite his mind being focused on finding you.

“Thank you” he says as he returns the hug.

“Jimin, this is your last birthday as just a married man! Come next birthday, you’ll be a father too” Jimins father said. He was probably more excited than Jimin for the baby to arrive. He couldn’t wait to spoil his grandchild.

“That’s right Jimin! The baby will be here for your next birthday darling” his mother chimes. “Enjoy this while it lasts son. You and Y/N will have your hands full this time next year” she continues.

“Uh.. speaking of Y/N, have you seen her?” Jimin asks nervously.

“Oh, I believe I heard her saying that she was going to go change into something more comfortable. But she’s been missing for a while, Why don’t you go change and make sure she’s ok too sweetheart?” Jimins mom says as she practically pushes him in the direction of their shared room.

Jimin walks nervously towards their room, not knowing how to approach you and beg for your forgiveness. Why did he ever doubt you? The look on your face when you had just wished him happy birthday haunted his mind.

He opens the door to your shared room and to his surprise, it is also fully decorated. There are balloons dancing across the ceiling and twinkle lights around the room. Jimin walked further into the room sitting on the bed as he tried to take it all in. He noticed the light on inside the bathroom and realized you were inside. He looked around the room and realized just how much you had planned. You really had gone the extra mile.

Jimin finally notices a wrapped present on his nightstand. It was beautifully wrapped with a bouncy bow on the top. He had no doubt in his mind that you wrapped it.

He carefully ripped the wrapping paper off, only to be met with a white box. He slid the box open and Jimin was shocked. Inside laid the childhood book he had you about all those many nights ago, The Velveteen Rabbit. The book had been published many times, but Jimin had initially owned a very old copy, dating back to around the 50′s. When he tried to find the same book, he couldn’t find the same copy or anyone willing to sell. But the book that laid in front of him was something beyond his imagination.

He opened up the front cover and looked at the first page. The publishing date of this book dated back to 1922, meaning this was the very first edition. This must have cost a fortune, let alone impossible to find.

Inside the book also had a small card. Jimin took the card out and placed the book on the side of the bed. He carefully opened up the card to find your small and beautiful handwriting on a pretty birthday card.

Dearest Jimin,

Happy Birthday, sweets! I thank god for blessing me with you everyday. And I guess I’m also thanking your parents for what they did 22 years and 9 months ago. ;)

I know that we didn’t get into this marriage by choice, but I can happily say now that I always, always will pick you. I love you so, so much. I know I’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, but I hope you finally understand why and hopefully this all makes up for it. Did you like your gift? You really weren’t kidding when you said it was hard to find! I hope one day in the future, we can read this book to our child and maybe they will love it as much as you do. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Jimin. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet our little baby in a few months! Ok, I’m rambling…in a letter. Anyways, love you baby. Hope you have a wonderful day <3

Love,

Y/n

Jimins hands trembled as he read the letter. How could he have doubted your love for him? How could he have been so stupid? Just then, he heard the door of your bathroom and you emerge, seconds later. Jimin stands up and meets your eyes for the first time in a while.

It’s obvious that you’ve been crying but you tried to cover it well. But he could still tell. The glow from your eyes were long gone. You look at Jimin with a blank expression, as if you had just seen right through him and it sends a shiver down his spine and it scared him.

You break eye contact and start to make your way to your door but Jimin stops you as he grabs your wrists. “Baby I- I’m so sor-” he starts. But before he can finish, you yank your hand out of his and walk out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the room.

Jimin stood frozen in the room as the door slammed shut after you walked out. How was he going to make it up to you?

You had returned to the party and Jimin soon followed behind you but you had already started mingling with guests again. You refused to even look in Jimin’s direction. If you even felt him coming closer to you, you would make the effort to move away.

Jimin noticed you avoiding him and it was hard to get to you. There were so many guests! But Jimin wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Taehyung also noticed the second you tried to excuse yourself to go change. You seemed really upset and it was easy to see that it was because something had happened between you and Jimin. Though it wasn’t in his place to pry, he felt bad that you were so upset on the day you spent the last 2 months planning.

Taehyung had found you amongst the crowd and the people you were talking to had excused themselves. You gave Taehyung a small smile, but even he could tell how forced it was. “hey…you okay?” he asks slowly, hoping not to get anyone else’s attention.

Your smile slowly fades only for you to give him a faker smile seconds later. “I’m fine, Tae. Why?” you say, hoping not to discuss anything at the moment. You knew that if you talked about it, you would end up crying again.

“H-have you been crying? I don’t mean to pry, but is everything ok between you and Jimin? I just don’t want you to be upset today after all you planning for it!” he says.

But before you could answer, you felt arms snake around your waist. “Nothing is going on, Tae. Don’t worry about. And thanks again man for throwing me this party. You’ve planned it so well with Y/n” Jimin says, showing up out of the blue. You look up at Jimin, surprised that you didn’t see him coming. Both the anger and sadness filled you up again. Taehyung could practically see all the tension in the air.

You pulled Jimin’s arms around your waist, rather forcefully. “Excuse me boys, but I’m going to set up the food” you say as you give Taehyung another fake smile and walk towards the kitchen, not even giving Jimin a glance.”

“Dude what the hell happened?” Taehyung asks Jimin, pulling him to a corner.

“Nothing, just drop it” says Jimin, growing frustrated.

“I usually would, but not today. Do you you have any idea how much time and effort your wife put into planning tonight? She’s been excited about this for months. She has poured her love into every step of planning, and yet here she looks like she’s going to breakdown at any second. Look, I get that it’s your birthday and you don’t want to be listening to this right now, but whatever it is that happened between you two, I hope you can make up. You’re my best friend, Jimin. But Y/N is a good friend now too” Taehyung explains.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a pained expression. He knew he had hurt you badly. It was evident in your eyes. But Jimin didn’t want to tell his best friend that just moments before you of cheating with him. Come to think of it, it was stupid that he even doubted you. He should have known his best friend would never betray him like that. And more importantly, he should have known you would have never betrayed him like that. He should have never doubted you. But he couldn’t tell Taehyung, at least not now. “It’s none of your business Taehyung, so drop it. Whatever it is, it’s between me and Y/n, so stay out of it” Jimin says before walking away, not even seeing Taehyung’s hurt expression.

Jimin kept trying to get you alone after that multiple times, but you evaded him at all costs. It was hard to enjoy the party when he could only focus on you and making things right with you. Before he could attempt talking to you again though, he was called to cut a cake. Everyone starting singing happy birthday and people were pushing you to go stand next to Jimin. You stood there awkwardly as people were singing and Jimin kept looking at you. Finally the song was over and Jimin blew out the candles. People then started to chant “Kiss” in hopes of you to kiss the birthday boy. You kept trying to wave it off, but it seemed like no one was having it. Jimin looked at you hopefully. He didn’t care that everyone else was in the room. He just wanted to kiss you senseless and show you just how sorry he was and how much he had loved you.

You turned to Jimin, and any smile you had one was quickly gone and Jimin’s heart sank. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you said quietly as you kissed him on the cheek really quickly before turning to face everyone else. Jimin tried to keep his smile up, but people could kind of sense the tension at this point.

You almost never called him Jimin anymore. It was always “sweets” or some other cute nickname you would come up with it. So when you use his real name, he knew it was serious.

The rest of the party went rather slowly for both you and Jimin. People had started drinking and everyone was having their fun. Jimin tried to make the most of the party that you had worked for and decided that you needed your space for now. You on the other hand were just trying to make it through the rest of the night. Fortunately for you though, Taehyung and the rest of his friends had kept you company for the majority of the time.

Pretty soon though, people filed out of the house. Though you had wanted the party to end, you were anxious now. You realized that after everyone would leave, you would be alone with Jimin and you really didn’t want that. You anxiously waited as one by one, the guests started to leave. Eventually your parents and Jimin’s parents were leaving too

On their way out, Jimin’s mom pulled Jimin to the side. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but don’t keep a pregnant woman mad at you for too long, son. It’s not too good to keep the mother of your child angry at you. Trust me when I say your father can vouch for that” she says. Jimin gives her a small smile as she too leaves. Maybe you were just this mad because you were hormonal? He just needed to get you alone and he could work things out.

Soon enough, there were just a few people left and they were all starting getting ready to leave too. One by one, they filed out, and you were getting more antsy by the second. One friend of Jimin’s though was quite drunk. His girlfriend struggled to even get him walking properly and since she was far smaller than him, she needed help getting him to the car. “Hey birthday boy, sorry to ask you of this, but could you help me get this drunk ass to our car? I don’t think I can support his weight” she asked.

As much as Jimin wanted to just kick the remaining people out of his house, he knew he should help his friend. He turned to look back at you as you began to clean some things in the kitchen. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second. I need to talk to you” he said before grabbing his friend by the shoulders and heading out the door. You said your goodbyes and then, it was just you in the house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided that you could clean everything else in the morning. You were both physically and emotionally drained.

Before turning off the lights in the room, you took one more glance at all the decorations. “I hope he liked it..” you said out loud.

Jimin practically threw his friend into the car before running back to the house. He yanked the door open, only to find the house somewhat dark again. He ran to his room, only to find the bathroom lights on. He was relieved that you were still here. For a moment, he thought you had left.

How was he going to make this up to you? What words would make things right again? He called you a slut, he said he regretted marrying you. He asked if the child was even his, and he could practically see your heart break. He sat on the bed, running his hands through has hair nervously.

Soon, you had finished your night time routine and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to cry again. You came out of the bathroom with your hand placed protectively over your stomach. The only comfort you had right now was the little one inside you. Oh how you just wanted to hold you baby soon.

You jumped a little when you saw Jimin, not expecting him. You decided that you didn’t want to be in the same room as him for a while, so you walked to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillow while Jimin was trying to form the right words. Jimin noticed your tear stained face and he felt his heart drop at how sad you looked in that moment. You just look so drained, and he was the reason behind it all.

“Y/N I’m so– wait what are you doing” he asked as you grabbed your pillow. You didn’t reply and instead you just made your way back to your old room, thankful that a bed was still there.

Jimin was surprised for a second and didn’t register what was happening. Recently, you had been saying that you found it hard to sleep without him there and he felt the same too. You always snuggled up to him at the end of the day and now, you didn’t even want to be in the same room? After a hot second, Jimin followed you.

“Wait, don’t just leave. Y/N I’m sorry, ok? Just look at me baby, please” he was pleading as he followed behind you like a lost dog. But you didnt reply and you were crying again. You practically ran the last few steps and before Jimin could reach you, you closed the door on his face and locked the door. You layed down on the bed and tried to calm your heart. You were so hurt, so tired. You just wanted to sleep.

Jimin on the other hand was pounding on your door, not wanting you to sleep alone and in pain. He needed you as much as you needed him to sleep. And more than anything, he wanted your love for him again.

“Baby, please” he said. “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean the things I said. Please, let me see you ok? Let me hold you tonight and we can talk through everything in the morning” he was begging. But you never opened the door, and Jimin knew to give up till the sun rose again. He was going to get you to forgive him, one way or another. No more mistakes, he thought to himself. No. More. Mistakes.

A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT. HERE IT IS. IDK IF I LIKE IT BUT I HOPE YOU DO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. also lowkey need more angst so be prepared for that.

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Hobbit Story: Anchored 6

So, this story occurs before my “Calling in a King’s Favor” and it actually was the start of my AU universe. I plan on finishing my re-write/AU of BOTFA in the near future but this story is what started it.

A missing scene from the Jackson movies, following the first battle with Azog. Emotions comes to a climax while the company stays with Beorn. Thorin has been playing Leader and King for the entire journey but he sometimes forgets that Kili and Fili need him to be an uncle too…and that some things cut deeper among family.

Final Part of this story!

Dori looked up when the door opened and the three heirs of Durin slowly made their way back in. While he had a million questions, the soft look on Thorin’s face and the way he had his arms wrapped around the two younger boys stopped any questions dead on his tongue. Curious as he might have been, he understood an unspoken command when he saw it. So, a simple nod at them was all he offered before turning his attention back to his watch. If he gave the two younger princes a half smile as the threesome passed, then no one made comment of it.

As for the three Durin members, they slipped towards the back of the room, away from the rest of their company, though still close enough to be within earshot. The two younger members grabbed their bedrolls up on the way over and flopped down next to their uncle. Thorin shifted and laid down on his own cushions, shrugging off his thick fur coat in the process and remaining slightly propped up against the wall. Fili curled up close on his left side, with Kili mirroring him on the left, each one of them resting their temples on his torso.

Pulling his thick coat up, Thorin draped it over the two of them and relaxed, letting them settle.

“Are you calm now?”

Nodding, Fili remarked, “Thank you, Uncle.”

Kili added, “Sorry I yelled at you earlier.”

Chuckling low in his throat, Thorin stated simply, “It will hardly be the last time you do before your life is spent, my boy. You’re forgiven.” He went quiet and just focused on the gentle sound of the breathing of his two sister-sons. While they did not yet sleep, there was no longer that horrific trembling and agonizing fear seeping off them. That was enough. While he certainly did not want to deal with two slee-deprived nephews come the morn, the relaxing posture in their shoulders was an improvement to be certain.

“The time will come soon, my dear sister-sons,” Thorin’s voice rumbled with affection as evenly as it did with devotion. “When we will fall Azog for the crimes he has cast against our family line. When that time comes, we will face him as one, a united front of Durin’s blood.”

Kili remarked, looking up at his uncle and gently fingering one of the elder’s long braids. “We will be stand by your side, Uncle. We will be with you, always.”

Fili added, adjusting a bit in hopes of alleviating some of the pressure on his uncle’s shoulder. “You have trained us well and we will not forget WHY you have trained us.” He paused, seemed unfair. “All we ask Uncle is that you will not take him on alone. Let us lend you our strength and courage, even if you have no need of it.”

A warm smile, a full smile, covered the warrior’s lips. “I will always have need of it. I just tend to forget it at times.”

The younger of the two surmised, “Well, we won’t let you forget again, Uncle Thorin. We’ll be there when you drive Orcrist through that orc’s filthy neck!”

His older brother chimed in even though his eyes were beginning to cloud with the hints of sleep. “Aye, Uncle. We will make sure he feels its sting to his last moments! It is only proper for what he has done!”

While Thorin did give a nod in agreement to the death of his family’s mortal enemy, the leader of their company shook his head, “No, Orcrist will not end his miserable life.”

Blinking in surprise, both nephews asked, in unison “No, why not?”

Laughing, as he had in younger days, Thorin gently ruffled both their wild manes of hair. “Heed me well, sons of Durin. We go into battle and danger that you may not yet comprehend. The dragon is of utmost concern but my heart is focused on Azog. While Smaug, the wicked worm, has taken our home, Azog has taken those dear to us and with that, pieces of our lives. You should have another uncle to pester and love on and you do not. You should have a grandfather to spoil and pamper you and yet you do not. You should have a great grandfather to give you far too many sweets and you do not. For that, I cannot forgive him and I will not end his life with an elvish blade, no matter how much Gandalf may praise it.”

The Dwarf King reached into his tunic and withdrew a small knife, maybe six inches in length, that he unsheathed and admired. The metal was polished but had been hammered out by inexperienced hands. The fuller ran half the length of the blade and while straight, dipped more in some places than others. The wooden hilt had been treated well but was a bit off center, fashioned by sanding and carving that was not well practiced. If Thorin had held it on his finger, it would have dipped slightly lower on one side than the other, not being completely balanced. All the same though, the single edged knife was razor sharp and it showed in appearance alone. For Thorin though, it was a perfect blade.

Eyes wide, Fili inquired “You still have that thing?”

Kili added “It survived this long?”

“Of course,” Thorin responded. “I have not given it a First Cut.” First Cut among their kind referred to the first time a blade was used, aside from the testing phase that all blades went through. It was an important decision because the spirit of the knife maker was bound in the first cut. Whatever the First Cut was would have all the passion and energy of the makers released upon it. “I told you both when you gifted it to me that I would save its First Cut for something worthy of it. The devotion and love you put into this blade has kept it strong and firm. It is with your passion that I will slit that foul creature’s throat.” Thorin’s voice carried strong and hard. “It is by the line of Durin that he will fall.”

Sheathing the knife, Thorin slipped it back into his tunic.

Both young princes were quiet for a long moment. What could be said against such a thing? They had worked together to make the blade for Thorin when they were only 13 and 9 years of age, respectively. It had taken them three times longer than an adult. It had taken them seven tries to get the blade perfect. It had gotten them restricted to their home for half a year because they insisted on leaving the Blue Mountains to find the perfect earth, silt and sand for clay tempering. Nearly gotten them killed trying to get it and the look of horror when they saw their family again “do you know the worry you plunged into our hearts?” would haunt them much longer than anything else.

To know that Thorin meant to use that simple knife to slay their family’s worst adversary make their hearts fill.

Leaning back, just slightly, the elder dwarf advised, “Dawn will be upon us soon and I won’t have you two with no sleep. Close your eyes and rest.”

Sighing heavily, Fili did as asked, though he did not remove his head from his uncle’s shoulder. Kili was quick to do the same though he curled even closer and tightened his grip on the only paternal figure he had ever known. His heart was settled but he would not reject the closeness of his kin tonight. When Fili did the same, though with a moment delay, he relaxed a little more. As Uncle’s fingers began their old pattern of root to tip, again, he let his breaths grow heavy and shut his eyes. The gentle breaths of his uncle, the rise and fall of his chest was hypnotic.

Thorin watched the two of them a moment. So young, they both were. Probably far too young to be on this journey but he was secretly glad for their presence. As tonight had reminded him though, he had a responsibility to them as well as to his people. It would not do well for him to forget that again. The strength of their family was in its connectedness. Azog had severed so many from their line already that Thorin refused to let anymore follow, least of all these two loyal lads who would likely march into Mordor itself after him.

Swallowing deep at the sudden catch in his throat, Thorin stroked Fili’s braids with one hand while his other busied with Kili’s and his booming voice rang out in familiar rhythm

“The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen…”

While Misty Mountains had become the cradle song for his two sister-sons, Durin’s Song was always a popular request. His nephews could likely recite it in their sleep and he smiled happily when he saw the effect was still the same. Kili’s grip loosened and his eyes fluttered a bit, even while closed as dreams settled over his mind. Fili turned his head towards his uncle’s voice and let his eyes laze open until the muscles failed to keep them open any longer. His chin dipped into his elder’s chest and sleep took him.

Despite there no longer being any need, Thorin did not stop his song. He kept it soft and low but he could not help but think back with each word. Think of the little ones in his arms, of what he might have lost…

“Unwearied then were Durin’s Folk. Beneath the mountains music woke. The harpers harped, the minstrels sang and at the gates, the trumpets rang.”

His memory of Erebor was still strong. He remembered festivals of such dance and music and food that his sister-sons had never had. Feasts that these two dear sister-sons should have had. Songs they should have sung, dances they should have pranced to and laughed and finery they should have worn.

“The world is grey, the mountains old. The forge’s fire is ashen-cold.”

How long had it been since Erebor’s forges had seen the ringing of Dwarven hammers? How long had it been since the roaring fires caked faces in soot and warmth?

“No harp is rung, no hammer falls. The Darkness dwells in Durin’s Halls.”

Be it Erebor or Khazad-dum, his people wandered. His family wandered. They wandered, as his sweet boys had wandered this night. No comfort, no anchor.

“A shadow lies upon his tomb. In Moria, in Khazad-dum.”

The shadow of the Dragon would never leave his mind. Just as the shadow of Azog lifting his grandfather’s head would never leave his mind. Just as the shadow of Frerin’s last breath would never leave his mind. The retreating shadow of his father, the last time he lay sight of him, would never leave his mind.

“But still the sunken stars appear, in dark and windless Mirrormere.”

Kili shifted, slightly, and inched a bit closer, throwing his arms around Thorin’s waist, as he had done so many years ago. Fili shifted in response and mirrored him, the faint moonlight catching on his beads and shimmering like small lights. Thorin let his sight drift down to them and he stroked the hair away from young, brave faces. He let himself imagine…these two who had grown with the spirit of Durin in their hearts. He would finally reward their loyalty, their courage would win back their homeland and with that, he would shower them with the finery they deserved. Oh, how they would stand so strong and firm at his side, clothed in the colors of their line and the people would know, as he knew, that Durin’s Line was not easily broken.

“There lies his crown in water-deep. Til Durin wakes again from sleep.”

"Song of Durin" was written by JRR Tolkien and you can find it in the Fellowship of the Ring. Easily one of my favorite poems he does.

#The Hobbit movies had potential #The Hobbit fanfiction #The Hobbit AU #durin family feels #durin line #Thorin and Fili and Kili #Uncle Thorin #Thorin tries to be a good parent #He just needs reminders now and again #You don't watch someone you love almost die and just get over it #slight PTSD #Paternal Thorin #Because he's awesome

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