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Run From Me - Four | K.TH

p. vampire!taehyung x vampire hunter!reader

g. soulmates - enemies to lovers - reincarnation

r. 18+

w. flashback - blood drinking - illusions to sex - murder - witch hunts

wc. 5.2k

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Spring of 1692…

If one were to believe in luck then Taehyung (who certainly did not believe) would have at the very moment his foot touched the soil of The New World. There was a pull at his heart, a rope wrapped around the muscle and tugged him in one direction. He had no choice but to follow as his mind conjured up different scenarios of meeting his fated after all this time.

Would you remember him? Would you fall into his arms weeping and begging for him to never leave your side? Have you looked for him too?

Taehyung, in his frenzy to find you, left a trail of bodies. He had wanted to look his best, a picture perfect image of his past self with a few modifications. His hair that was always kept long was now shortened to frame his face and hung in his eyes. Gone were the grandiose fabrics, jewels and homes. Now he wore the clothing of laborers to avoid unwanted attention and slept beside the common folk.

He played the part of a simple man, a man of strong faith and sound mind. He kept his funds and higher quality clothing stashed away in different locations and investments. Taehyung made sure that no matter what, you would never go without once he found you.

As he followed the invisible line that led to you, he came to Salem Village. A fairly sizable village in the state of Massachusetts that was run by Reverend Matthews and a few others on his council. As Taehyung had come to town with a small group of travelers looking for work, he was easily accepted into the town. Taehyung was given a room in old man Peck’s home. The older man had lost his wife and son to a fever in the winter, so he offered his home with melancholy eyes and a kindly smile.

Taehyung had yet to see you but his heart ached, clenched in his chest tighter and tighter. You were so close, he could smell your creamy sandalwood and cardamom spice. If he focused hard enough, green citrus would tickle his nose and burn the back of his throat. He searched for you, from sunrise to sunset. He followed that all too familiar scent and yet, you were always out of reach. The sun to his moon, destined to never hold each other again. Taehyung wondered if he had finally lost his mind. The longing in his heart had led him here but where were you? Couldn’t you feel him nearby? Had he mistaken his own feelings?

It was in the evening when he first saw you. He had been chatting with Reverend Matthews about the next church service when your summer scent wrapped around him in a fine mist. His words trailed off as he saw you three cabin’s down holding the hands of two young girls. Reverend Matthews offered up your information without any prompting and Taehyung committed every word to memory.

“Did you fetch the water like I asked?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Fill the wash bin and call the girls to supper.”

You bowed your head and spun on your heels to leave the cabin of Reverend Matthews. Outside the air was crisp with the promise of a new beginning, spring was finally here. Gravel crunched beneath your shoes as you followed the beaten path to the field of flowers where all the young girls played. Ella and Pagie, Reverend Matthews’ daughters, were sitting in a circle with a few of the other girls creating daisy chains. You smiled at the sight and walked over, while humming a song.

Paige, who was the younger of the sisters spotted you first and nudged Ella’s arm. You beckoned them to come along and Paige pouted while Ella just shook her head.

“Just a little longer, please?” Ella whined and held up her bracelet. “We’re almost finished.”

“Supper is ready and your father is waiting.” The girls both started to whine and you tisked at them lightly. “Come on girls. You can finish your project once you have had your meal.”

“You promise?” Paige sulked, her eyes watery and you nodded your head holding out your pinkie finger.

The girls jumped to their feet and ran over to you, linking your fingers together while giggling. They said goodbye to their friends and followed you back to the cabin where you helped them wash their hands and face. At the head of the table, Reverend Matthews sat and waited while you placed their meals before them. He held his arm out, palms face upward and the girls placed their hands in his.

“Let us say grace before we eat this wonderful meal.”

You stood nearby and silently watched as the family of three blessed the food together. Once the prayer was over, you scooped some stew into your own bowl and bowed your head.

“Enjoy your meal.”

You excused yourself to your room in the back of the cabin and sat alone at the table in the corner. You gave thanks to God and a chill ran down your spin. You looked at the window of your room and frowned; it was open. You liked to sleep with your window open at night but you always closed it during the day. Maybe you forgot? You stared at the tree line that acted as a barrier around the town and shivered.

As the days grew warmer, you spent more time outside of the cabin with the young girls in the town. Mayar often helped you with the children since her charges were among the young ladies. The two of you taught them girls how to braid, how to stop the bleeding of a minor cut, and a fun rhyme to sing while they danced around with each other.

While you spent your time outdoors, the chill in your bones never seemed to go away. Even with the warmth of the sun, goosebumps would randomly appear on your body. There was news of a newcomer to the town but you had yet to see the young man around. He and a few other men had apparently been looking for work and Reverend Matthews was more than willing to hire him. You heard that the young man, Taehyung, stayed with old man Peck and you prayed that this newcomer's presence would pull the old man from his grief.

“Ella be careful on that tree!” You called as the girl continued to climb the large apple tree with another of the girls. They were having a race to the top and you knew that Ella would most likely be the victor. You would often find Ella lost in the tree tops since she liked to watch the town from up above. It made you worry for her safety all the time, but Ella was a natural. She knew falling from such a height would surely break a bone or two.

You could see the ripe apples at the top from your place in the grass as you sat with Paige in your lap. One of her braids had come undone and she had begged you to fix it for her. Ella and the other girl, Mary were arguing about cheating as they climbed and you shouted another warning to be careful.

A shiver crept down your spin and you turned your head towards the forest. Your eyes darted over the tree line but you saw no one. A scream grabbed your attention and you watched in horror as Ella’s foot slipped and she went crashing to the ground.

You jumped to your feet and rushed to her side with Mayar and the other girls behind you. Ella wailed in pain and you shushed her, seeing the ugly way her arm bent at the elbow. You knew something had broken, and as you looked over the rest of her body, you saw her leg was bent oddly as well.

“Get the doctor!” You ordered and one of the older girls ran off.

Mary came down the tree shortly after but you paid her no mind as Ella cried louder.

“Mayar take the girls home and-”

“I heard crying…is everything okay?”

A voice cut into your words and your mind went fuzzy quiet. Your words were stuck on your tongue as you blinked up at the man. The sun casted a warm halo around him and you swore you had heard his voice before.

Warm brown eyes stared down at you in worry and you shook your head, your thoughts scattered and piercing together as you looked away. Mayar and the other girls were nowhere to be round, only the young man stood before you and Paige.

“P-Please help! Ella fell and I-I don’t want to-”

“Easy now, dear one.” The man spoke with such a firm reassurance that put your worry at ease. He knelt down beside you and ran a hand over Ella’s brow before he started to hum, a tune so deep and low. He scooped Ella from the ground and she whined as he clung to him. “Lead the way.”

You scrambled to your feet, not caring for the dirt on your skirt and led the man into town with Paige hanging close. Reverend Matthews and the doctor were rushing towards you, worry twisted on their faces as they took in the state of Ella.

“What happened?” Reverend Matthews demanded as he stared at the blood and weird angle of his daughter’s limbs..

“S-She fell from the apple tree, Sir.” You explain with Paige hidden behind your skirt.

“Get her inside,” the Reverend motioned for the young man to follow the doctor before he turned his attention back to you. “I’ll deal with you later.” His voice left no room for argument and you ducked your head low, staring at the ground. Reverend Matthews hurried after his daughter and Paige cried into your skirts.

“Hush now child,” You squatted down and patted the girl’s head. “Ella will be okay.”

“S-She didn’t fall!” Paige cried and you wrapped your arms around her. “She was pushed, Mary pushed her!”

You hushed Paige once more and carried her to the cabin where you then sat in the rocking chair and sang until she calmed down. You saw Mary with your own eyes, she was nowhere near Ella and couldn’t have pushed her from the tree. Your gut turned and a sour taste sat in the back of your throat as you thought over Paige’s words.

Two days had passed since Ella fell from the apple tree and the girl had yet to wake up. You kept a close eye on her along with Paige, but Reverend Matthews was worried. The doctor couldn’t explain why she had not woken up…that was until Paige told her father what she saw. You tried to tell him that Paige had seen it wrong, you knew Mary didn’t push Ella but he wouldn’t hear it.

“If you say that she was not near, and yet my daughter saw her, then what? No one can be in two places at once!”

“Sir, please-”

“I will speak to the other girls and see what happened.”

You told Pagie to sit with her sister and hurried out of the cabin to try and stop the Reverend, but he was out of sight. Someone nearby cleared their throat and you saw the young man from before. You bowed your head and he walked over, standing two feet in front of you.

“Forgive me for not introducing myself, and thank you for helping us.”

“I wished to have meant you under better circumstances, but I am relieved to see that you are unharmed.”

“Unharmed?” The Reverend’s words echoed in your head about ‘dealing with you later’ and you quickly shook your head. “Oh, you misunderstood. Reverend Matthews would never.”

The man smiled, his lips pressed into a tight line before he bowed deeply to you, “I’m Taehyung and it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

It started with Paige’s accusation of Mary pushing Ella from the tree. Next it was Paige waking up with night terrors claiming that Mary had threatened to kill her for telling on her. The last straw was Paige being unable to eat anything. Everything made her vomit, and whispers of witches began lingering all around town.

Mary’s whole family had been put on trail, and the grandmother was found guilty of being a witch. Days later, the old woman was hanged in front of the whole town.

That very night, Ella woke up and Mary’s family was chased out of town. Things settled down for a while and you were able to spend more time outside now that Ella was awake. You ran into Taehyung often when you went out for errands, and you were always polite. The young man was indeed very handsome, his midnight hair often became a curtain for his piercing whisky eyes that always seemed to find you.

You found yourself dreaming of Taehyung late at night, and a few times you woke yourself up, moaning his name. He made it a point to visit you in the evening for a walk around town, which you accepted after Reverend Matthews gave you this blessing. Being with Taehyung felt like playing with fire, his very being burned your soul. His voice caressed your mind and his eyes opened a door in your heart that you never knew was there.

Women and men alike started to appear in town wearing more layers than they should be. When questioned, they all said they were coming down with something. The doctor was in over his head and sent for help. So many people were cold and Reverend Matthews grew concerned. Did he have an epidemic on his hands or something more sinister?

He shadowed the doctor in his exams and every person who fell sick had small cuts along their neck and inner arms, along the main veins. The cuts were no longer than two inches and thin enough to think nothing of. Once the doctor confirmed that every patient had the marks, Matthews knew some ill-omened and foul had plagued the village.

The first time Taehyung touched you, you worried that he had come down with the sickness that had spread within the village. His skin was cold, much too cold for the summer heat that had rolled in. He hadn’t meant to touch you, the two of you were walking side by side in the fields and your ankle rolled over a rock. Taehyung had grabbed your arm and steadied you before you could fall. He forced you to sit on the side of the road as he removed your shoes and checked your ankle.

His fingers were so cold but they felt wonderful on your burning skin. Heat coursed through your body as he examined your exposed ankles. It was improper and he apologized for his forwardness, but he had to make sure you were okay. As he looked over your ankle, Taehyung assured you that he was fine and that he always ran cold no matter what time of the season it was. He explained that he was born with low iron, so his blood didn’t run as hot.

Your ankle was fine and Taehyung offered to walk you back to the cabin to rest in case your ankle started to hurt later on. You agreed and Taehyung offered his arm to which you linked elbows. Heat seemed to permanently warm your face, and you leaned into the coolness of Taehyung’s body. It was heavenly in the summer heat.

At the gate out front of the cabin, Taehyung parted from you, holding your hand in his. He bent slightly at the waist and raised your hand to his lips.

Your stomach flipped and tumbled as his lips touched the skin of your knuckles. Even his breath was cool and you stuttered over your words as you bid Taehyung farewell. You hurried into the cabin and Revend Matthews raised an eyebrow at your flustered state before he turned his attention back to the book in his lap.

“I am holding a council meeting once the new doctor arrives in the morning. Please keep an eye on the girls and keep them close.”

“Is everything okay, Sir?”

Matthews sighed and rubbed at his temples, “There is an evil swallowing this village and I will bring it to light by the grace of the lord.”

You nodded your head in understanding and made the cross over your body. “By the grace of the lord.”

The warmth of your body weighed deeply on Taehyung’s mind. He could still smell you on his clothes and a flame simmered deep in his stomach.

He needed to feed. He could not wait any longer, consequences be damned. Your very being called to him, and Taehyung knew better. He would not put you in harm's way, not if he could help it.

Finding his next meal was easy enough. Taehyung was a walking temptation and he used that to his advantage. He had the names and faces of those who looked at him memorized. It was to lure them in with sweet words and an even sweeter touch. He picked his targets and followed them early enough in the evening for no one to question his motives. He would request a meeting and they would make a show of visiting old man Peck, offering their condolences and baskets filled with sweet breads, jams and smoked meats.

Old man Peck was sickly himself, often bedridden as his health steadily declined. Taehyung had such luck when he moved into the old man’s home. The village people were so trusting of his handsome face, and that is where Taehyung took advantage. He had his victims cut themselves with a sewing needle and he did the rest. The venom in his saliva acted as a blood thinner and the flow came faster, easier as he sucked at the broken skin. He never bit anyone, that would have left proof of his existence, after all.

In the comfort of his room, Taehyung seduced widow Melody and ravaged her body. The warmth of her skin, the pounding of her heart, and the soft sounds she made as he rocked against her were dizzying.

Taehyung’s fangs ached, and in a fit of pleasure he rolled their bodies, so that Melody was now on top. His hands grabbed her hips and he bounced her in his lap. The woman threw her head back and Taehyung could smell the sweet tang of her blood. His gums pulsed and he tightened his grip on her hips. His fingers dug into the skin hard enough to bruise, and as her fingers tangled into his hair, Melody pulled his face to her skin.

“Mark me, make me yours!” She begged, and Taehyung lost himself. His fangs pierced the tender flesh of her throat and blood flowed into his mouth quickly. It was messy as Taehyung was a little out of practice.

Blood spilled down the side of Melody’s neck to the front of her bare chest and made her all the more slippery as it mixed with their body sweat. Melody’s voice sang Taehyung’s name as she succumbed to the pleasure, and Taehyung felt her walls tighten around him. He ripped his mouth away from her neck and moaned loudly as he came, his grip so tight that it broke the skin and nearly pressed the bones into dust.

Melody had started to cry but Taehyung was quick to shush her as fear widened the pupils of her eyes. Her body shook and Taehyung dove back into her neck, a new place where his fangs had not touched before. He slurped and gulped loudly, moaning even more at the taste as he sucked the life from Melody’s veins.

Pulling away once more, Taehyung gasped, his face flushed and body warm from the nice meal he enjoyed. Melody’s head dropped backwards and Taehyung shoved her body off his lap. It fell to the side of the bed, lifeless, and Taehyung ran a hand through his messy hair.

He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand and licked his lips. A knock at the door caught his attention and before he could cover up, old man Peck stood in the doorway. The smile on his face was gone in an instant the moment he saw the blood all over Taehyung. Taehyung sighed and frowned deeply at the old man. In the heat of his meal, he forgot to keep his control on Peck’s mind. A grave mistake.

Taehyung rushed from the bed and slapped at hand over Peck’s mouth and apologized to the old man before he sunk his fangs into his neck. He never liked the taste of older blood, so he ripped the old man’s throat out and helped him fall to the floor. As the old man gurgled and choked on his own blood, Taehyung groaned and looked at Melody’s dead body on his bed. A grave mistake, indeed.

Taehyung felt tired, the adrenaline and sweet high that came from drinking blood had vanished from his body the moment he murdered his kind host. A knock at the front door made Taehyung wince. He had no time to clean up his mess and needed to get out of the cabin. Quickly, he pulled on a fresh set of clothes and wiped himself off as best he could.

He had to take you with him. He couldn’t leave you here in this crazy village.

The front door opened and footsteps echoed through the air. “Peck! Taehyung!”

It was Reverend Matthews and Taehyung cursed. If that man was in the cabin, that meant that you were home alone with his daughters. As the footfalls grew closer, Taehyung groaned. He needed to leave, now.

Ducking out of the window, Taehyung bowed his head and hurried out towards the forest where the rest of the villagers refused to go. He kept close to the treeline and rounded over to your cabin. Your window was closed and Taehyung glanced around. No one was in sight, so he sprinted to your window and peeked inside. You sat in a chair in the corner reading a book. You were a portrait of peace and beauty.

Taehyung knocked on the window and you jumped, the book in your hands tumbled to the ground. You looked at the window and smiled when you saw Taehyung. You opened the window without a second thought, and Taehyung grabbed your face with his hands.

“I have to go now, dear one. Come with me?”

“W-What? What are you saying Taehyung?”

“I don’t have time to explain. Please? Come with me!”

A metallic scent came from Taehyung’s mouth as he spoke and his hands were so much warmer than they had ever been. His eyes seemed brighter and his skin was flushed. He looked like he had been kissed by God.

“T-Taehyung…”

Voices shouted from outside and you tried to turn your head, but Taehyung wouldn’t let go of your face.

“Dear one, please?”

“I-I cannot go with you Taehyung-”

The voices were closer now, and Taehyung’s eyes flickered in a swirl of emotions that you couldn’t unwind in time before they fell dull. Taehyung licked his lips and rested his forehead against yours as he spoke.

“Forgive me, dear one. I will find you again.”

His lips were petal soft and oven warm, a heat like never before scorched your very soul and you gasped into the kiss. You could taste something unwelcome on his tongue as it slipped into your mouth, but it didn’t deter you from seeking more of Taehyung’s lips.

“I swear I will find you again.”

Taehyung’s words were muffled as he spoke into your mouth and you nodded your head, your mind foggy as he slipped from your view and melted into the treeline. Shouts grew louder yet, and you made your way to the front of the cabin where the girls were peeking out the window.

“What has happened?” You questioned and the girls turned towards you, their eyes widened in terror.

“Witch!”

“Devil’s whore!”

The girls screamed at you and your heart froze. What was the meaning of their words? Witch? Never.

The front door was kicked in and a mob of people flooded the home. You screamed as men grabbed your arms and dragged you out of the house. You called for Reverend Matthews with tears in your eyes. The grip on your arms was too tight, you could feel their fingers digging into your bones. Everyone around you spit at the ground by your feet and sneered as you were dragged away towards the lake.

What was the meaning of this? What had you done to deserve such treatment?

At the lake, you saw Reverend Matthews, the two doctors, and the rest of the town. Reverend Matthews’ eyes were narrowed, darkend in disgust as he opened the bible in his hands. You were thrown to the Reverend's feet and your arms were tied tightly behind your back.

“You are accused of witchcraft and summoning a demon to our village. How do you plead?” Reverend Matthews stared down at you and you shook your head. His words did not make any sense in your mind. Witchcraft?

“The laborer Taehyung has murdered the widow Melody and Old Man Peck in cold blood! What say you?”

“H-He would never!”

“I have seen it with my own eyes! And now those who have fallen sick, have come forward with clear memories of Taehyung seducing them in the night. He forced their own hands to harm themselves before he fed off their life’s essence.”

You didn’t believe the Reverend's words. Taehyung wasn’t a demon, he was just a man. He was being blamed for something that was utterly preposterous.

“You were seen in town with the demon Taehyung. Do you deny this claim?”

You stared at the ground before you. You knew that no matter what you said, the Revered would not listen.

“Taehyung had courted you, isn’t that so? You were in love with the demon?”

“He is not a demon!” You shouted, unable to hear such slander. “T-Taehyung is a good man! He would not harm anyone in this village! Nor would I, sir! I have raised your children when they were just babes! H-how can you accuse me of such horrors?”

“Enough!” Reverend Matthews cleared his throat and opened the bible in his hand. “My child, you have been led astray from God’s graces. You have welcomed the devil into your heart and summoned a devil to our village. Our people have been attacked and plagued by unseeable nightmares…”

You tried to pull your arms free of the ropes but it was no use, they were tied tightly.

“You harmed my children and all of the children in this village. I cannot forgive such crimes, nor look past the vile evil that has tempted you into its arms.” The Reverend ducked his head and started to read from the bible. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

Tears rolled down your face as the men lifted you from the ground and sat you in a wooden chair. Your legs were tied down and your arms secured to the back before they carried you to the edge of the dock.

All around, the village people screamed and cried as they threw rocks your way. A jagged rock slammed into your temple and you cried as you felt the throbbing pain spread along the back of your head. The broken skin bleed freely like your tears, and you shook your head once more.

“Reverend please! I-I have committed no crime!”

“You would defend that demon even in your last moments of life?”

You thought over the Reverend's words and your last moments with Taehyung in your room. He had been panicked and so very, very warm. The late night walks, the sweet touches…the dreams. Your heart quickened its pace as you fought to discern the truth from the lies.

Was Taehyung a demon? Had he tricked you into falling in love with him?

“Admit your sins and the All Mighty above will grant you forgiveness.”

“...I am sorry, Sir.” You whispered, unable to lie to everyone for their own piece of mind. “Drown me if that will put your hearts at ease but know that I speak the truth. I have never given into the temptation of the devil and I will pray that God has mercy on your misguided souls.”

“Kill the witch!”

“Die!”

“Harlot!”

Voices screamed around you, and as you looked at the village people, you thought for a moment that Taehyung was hidden in the crowd.

“Taehyung?” You tried to clear your vision as it started to blur from the pain in your head. “Taehyung…”

“Kill her!”

“She calls for her demon lover!”

“Kill the witch!”

The chair jostled as the men lifted it up and you inhaled a shaky breath as you looked at Reverend Matthews for the last time. His face was void of all emotion but his eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.

“Admit your sins.”

“Is it a sin to love someone?”

Reverend Matthews pressed his lips into a firm line and gave one single nod. Tears streamed down your face as you were thrown into the air and gravity pulled you quickly into the lake.

You were sinking, deeper and deeper. Your lungs flooded with water as you inhaled against your better judgment. One single name fell from your lips and it fell on deaf ears, drowned by the water. No one would listen to what you had said. Fear was a dangerous emotion that created so many deaths in the village. The images of the people above started to distort and the light dimmed. You cried as the chair you were tied to hit the bottom of the lake.

Cold.

You felt the icy fingers of the grim reaper wrap around your wrists. You wanted to pull away, you wanted to swim to shore and run far, far away. At the bottom of the lake, your eyes burned but you couldn’t look away from the fish picked bones that surrounded you. You were going to die. You were going to die and no one cared. You screamed and screamed, repeatedly, but no one came to your aid. The last of the air in your lungs pushed out and replaced by the cold dark water.

Darkness coiled in your heart, the tender touch of his embrace meant nothing now. You were alone, drowning at the bottom of the lake for loving him.

Where had he run off to? Doubt started to cloud your mind as memories of Taehyung flickered behind your eyes. Did he plan this? Were you merely a plaything to pass the time before you became his scapegoat? Your eyes grew heavy, weighed down by the water.

From above, the air bubbles that frantically rose to the surface slowly came far and few in between until no one broke the water. The silence stretched on as Reverend Matthews inhaled deeply before he sighed.

“May God have mercy on her soul.”

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Inspiration - Rohan Kishibe

Pairing - Rohan Kishibe x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 719

Notes - this is one of my older writings, but my first writing I'm posting on here! I really hope you enjoy because even though it's short, it is one of my absolute favorites!

(image is not mine)

“Damn.” She looked at the clock on her computer. It was almost 8. She was so busy doing homework that she had no time to eat. She sighed and put her head down on her desk, groaning. “What a pain in the ass.” She saved her writing as a draft and threw on a jacket and grabbed her keys, opening her door. “Son of a bitch, just my luck. Thanks, Zeus.” She grabbed an umbrella and looked at the rain pouring down in the streetlamp. Sure, it was beautiful as an art form, but not when you were in desperate need of dinner. She crawled in her car, and adjusted her rear view mirror, finding a couple walking together in the rain. They were pressed against each other and laughing about something. She could only dream to have something like that at this point. At the moment, she was an overworked college student who lost track of time and forgot to eat. She sighed, and started up her car, the windshield wipers moving the rain that was being shone on by her porch light. Tonight was going to be a long night.

“Can I just get a meatball sub? Thanks.” The sound of customers and plates clanking was muffled in her ears as her mind was in a completely different realm. She needed inspiration. Something. Anything. She kept deleting her paper for class. It just wasn't working. Nothing she was writing felt right. There were some amazing writers out there, but none of her writing felt… good enough. She sighed and took a sip of her hot cocoa, looking out the darkened window, seeing people walk by holding hands with their children or their lovers, all overcast by their own umbrellas. It was beautiful, but it wasn't enough. Suddenly, she was pulled from her own mind when a man sat across from her in her booth. “Can I help you?” She tilted her head slightly and grabbed her butter knife just in case. “My name is Rohan Kishibe. You look sad, are you alright?” “I'm sorry? First of all, like the Rohan Kishibe? Like the manga artist.” “Are you a fan?” “A huge fan!” He signed a napkin and handed it to her. “And second, Mr. Kishibe, I'm not sad.” “You sure look sad.” “Well, I'm not-” “Then what are you?” He fluttered open a sketchbook and looked back at her. “I'm sorry?” “What are you?” “Your meatball sub, ma’am.” The waiter sat it across from her and Rohan raised his hand slightly, pen in between his fingers. “I'll get some fruit water, and then I can get to work.” “Yes sir, I'll be back with that momentarily.” The waiter hurried off and her eyes went dark looking at the manga artist. “That’s not going on my bill.” “I understand. We’ll split then. 50/50.” “Woah, I was just asking for you to pay for your fruit water, not a quarter of my damn meal!” “I don't mind. Anyway, as I was saying, how do you feel?” She put her face in her hand and looked back at the manga artist. “Uninspired I guess. I have a paper due soon, but haven't had any inspiration to do it. I want it to be really good, but I don't know.” “Thank you.” Rohan nodded at the waiter and then looked back at her. “Uninspired, you say?” She nodded and took a bite of her food. “I just want… something. You know?” “Oh believe me, I know. Question: do you mind if I draw you?” “Y-You want to draw me?” “I'll draw you twice. One that you can keep, and one for me.” “I-I don't mind at all!” He began sketching as she continued talking, and before they knew it, it had been over an hour and a half of just the two of them talking. “Here you go. And here’s the money for the drink. I quite like you.” She smiled and looked over the drawing with a red face. “Thank you, Rohan. This means a lot.” “And since I'm here,” he slipped over a piece of paper with his number on it. “Call me sometime. I like hearing your voice.” He walked out of that restaurant and suddenly, she had the inspiration to finish her paper in one night.

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imasimps-posts · 11 months

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Illumi x top male reader

Warnings: OCC! Hair pulling! Horse cock reader! Degrading! dumbification! Overstimulation! Nipple play! Eating out! Chocking! Sir kink! Sadist reader! Face fucking!

Summary: illumi has been trying to get (M/n) to fuck him for the longest although (M/n) noticed illumi attempts he just ignored them in fear of hurting illumi, which lead illumi to do something neither of them expected which was going to hisoka as an attempt to force (M/n) to fuck him, and it worked but left illumi cock drunk, sore, and unable to walk for 2 days

Enjoy this filthy smut

Third person pov:

(M/n) was furious and when I mean furious I mean furious it was so bad that the boss ordered everyone to leave him alone for the better, wanna know why (M/n) was so mad.. well it something to do with his precious bf illumi zoldyck.

It all started a week ago when illumi was being more precise in his attempts to make his bf finally fuck him but all his attempts when down the drain when (M/n) just started to completely ignore his attempts, it wasn’t that (M/n) didn’t want to fuck his bf it was just that he was afraid of hurting, the problem was that (M/n) had a big dick and when i say big I mean big it was so big that all his ex said he had a horse cock and that they didn’t want him to take there ability to walk so our port (M/n) hadn’t hade sex in 10 years being that his dick only got bigger as he grew up.

But illumi didn’t know that he just thought that (M/n) didn’t want to have sex with him bc of his body or something and although he didn’t show it, It made the older zoldyck brother sad bc he didn’t know if his body was good enough for (M/n) or not, but being the stoic zoldyck he was he didn’t ask (M/n) why he didn’t want to Fuck him he went to (M/n) most hated person hisoka.

Present time (M/n) pov:

I have been looking for illumi all day bc I thought that we needed to have a talk about our sex life and why we didn’t have one, but I had no luck finding him so I began walking to the bosses office to ask if seen illumi only to stop midway and see illumi and hisoka in the living room with illumi on his lap and hisoka kissing his neck ( oh boy illumi and hisoka are in for it 😰)

Third person pov:

(M/n) just stud In the door way of the living room with his hair covering his eyes “illumi” (M/n) said gaining hisoka and illumi attention “ ah (M/n) we were jus-“ but before hisoka could finish he was met with a punch through his face causing him to fly through two brick walls and end up outside the base illumi just stared shocked by his lover actions he new that (M/n) hated hisoka but not this much he was so lost in thought he didn’t notice that (M/n) was beating the shit out of hisoka, all the commotion caused the rest of the phantom troupe to come out and see what was going only to find hisoka nocked out and (M/n) with blood on his body ( damn hisoka u should of new better)

“What the hell is going on here “ chrollo said as (M/n) started walking back into the base chrollo put his hand out to try and grab (M/n) wrist but (M/n) quickly shoved his hand away “ don’t Fucking touch me” (M/n) said and his blood lust started radiating of his body, to be honest the phantom troupe was scared the never seen the male act like this before.

(M/n) walked over to illumi picked him up and threw him over his shoulder and teleported to his room (M/n) put illumi down of his shoulder “ strip” (M/n) said some remain of blood lust in his voice illumi quickly strip out of his clothes not wanting to make his bf more mad. (M/n) walked close to illumi and pinned him against the bed “ now do you want to tell me what you were doing with hisoka “ (M/n) said just the thought making him more mad, illumi stayed quiet not knowing what to say which led him to be turned over on (M/n) lap “ since you want to be a bad boy and ignore me your gonna get twice the punishment” illumi could only imagine what was gonna happen next

Sorry guys imma make a part 2

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harrypotterbrainworms · 3 years

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Practice Makes Perfect

Summary: ‘practice’ kissing with sirius.

Pairing: Sirius Black x Male Reader

Key: (Y/N)- your name

Word Count: 1314

“Hey (Y/N)! Do you have some time to go over our OWL notes?” Remus came towards him from the hall holding a large stack of books while trying to tap his watch.

“No.” He said quickly as he turned away from him trying to walk as fast as he could towards his destination, but Remus was just as fast even with the heavy load on his arms.

“You said we would-“ Remus tried to speak, but was interrupted with the first excuse (Y/N) could think of which wasn’t the best.

“Did I? I must've forgotten ‘cause I-uh- made some plans with… Slughorn! Yes. Potions tutoring for- me.” (Y/N) stuttered out mentally facepalming as he realised he didn’t really need any tutoring.

“But you’re top in Potions?” His friend tilted his head, he had to get out of there fast.

“Just brushing up, can’t talk bye!” He talked fast and walked faster detouring towards the dungeons which seemed to get Remus off his tail.

“Bye?” He called out after his friend as he sighed and walked back towards the library.

(Y/N) sighed, another close call. He hurried towards the rendezvous point trying his best to avoid the crowds of people in each corner of the school. It felt far too busy for a simple Wednesday evening.

Sirius brushed his teeth furiously and hurriedly put on the nicest and least smelly shirt he could find, finishing his messy look by tying his hair back. Grabbing his wand before making his hurried way down the stairs to the common room.

“Why in such a hurry, Pads?” James asked, making Sirius jump a little. He quickly straightened himself up looking back at his friend.

“No reason.” He said as nonchalantly as he possibly could, staring out the window trying not to make any eye contact.

“You’re hiding something, aren’t you?” His best friend said, his interest peaked as put the newspaper he was reading down. Sirius really felt like he was hiding secrets from his father.

“What would make you think that?!” The question came out a little more guilty than he was hoping as he watched James stare intently at him.

“Weird face you make when you lie.”

“Ahh! You got me good, haha. I’m going to… snog” He silently cursed himself out. Did he have to say snogging? He couldn’t get his brain to lie to his friend.

“Oh wow, Pads. That girl from Runes?” James’ eyes lit up as he moved to the edge of his seat, excited to see his friend finally getting a girlfriend.

“Yes.” Sirius stared blankly behind his friends face, he couldn’t slip up with one word answers, he thought.

“Good luck, bro. You’ve got this” James stood up shaking his friend’s hand like a proud father with added pat on the back.

“Thanks, g-gotta go… do snogging” He blurted out and turned himself away from James and started marching out of the common room awkwardly.

“Remember to think about what she wants” James winked when Sirius turned around to look at him, a blush creeping onto his face as thought about it.

“Yes. Bye.” He said as he hide his face walking towards the portrait while waving

“Bye, lover boy” James playfully sang out as he watched his friend disappear into the portrait.

(Y/N) looked behind him at every corner he passed rushing his way past hallway after hallway, Sirius did the same from the opposite side as they both made their way to their meeting spot. They both stopped in front of one another, a little out of breath and perhaps a bit sweaty.

“Lost em?” (Y/N) whispered looking around the deserted hallway they stood in.

“Yeah. They think I’m snogging that girl from Runes” Sirius laughed nervously, unintentionally backing himself closer to the closet.

“They think I’m in Potions”

“So how are we going to- ya know.” Sirius vaguely pointed towards the battered broom closet door, doing some kind of strange motion with his hands.

“Here” His friend grab his arm with one hand and swiftly opened the closet door with the other pulling them in one silent motion.

They hadn’t really thought the idea completely through yet, definitely not accounting for the amount of space.

“Wow. It’s very… cramped.” He wrung his hands nervously, his shoulders almost filling the space they were in.

“It’s not ideal, but let’s practice.” (Y/N)’s eyes flicking from his own hands to Sirius’s lips.

“Yeah practice, not for reals” He nodded and scratched his neck nervously.

“Not for reals.”

(Y/N) brought his hands to Sirius’s chest awkwardly, his fingers twitched unintentionally as Sirius rested his hands on his waist and neck. The tension in the small closet was thick in the air as (Y/N) moved his lips towards his friend’s, Sirius’s breath hinged.

The hesitation between the two was building the tension further and further.

“Now we just need to actual-“ Before (Y/N) could get in his snarky comment Sirius made the first move softly pressing their lips together, it was a gentle and unsure kiss that set loose butterflies in both the boy’s stomachs. The soft rhythm being challenged by the growing pants and faster pace, they both pulled away out of breath and staring intently into each other’s eyes.

“I have to say, you’re quite good at practicing” Sirius said, breathing heavily, his hands now clinging desperately to (Y/N)’s hair as their faces were inches apart.

“You too. Now shut up and kiss me” (Y/N) said quickly pulling Sirius into his lips by the neck

“Yes, sir.” Sirius replied in between sloppy hungry kisses, their hands resting now comfortably on each other. The pace slowed again, Sirius first to pull away.

“Is this gay?” He looked up at (Y/N), a hint of fear in his eyes. They both knew that answer, but it was for another day.

“Course not. We’re practicing for girlfriends.” (Y/N) said quickly, trying to reconnect their lips.

“You’re right… girlfriends” Sirius sighed as their lips connected once again, their lips.

Sirius let himself go when he kissed (Y/N), he always did. Nothing to worry about outside of the closet doors, no one to worry about as he let (Y/N) tongue slip into his mouth. Their pace started quickly this time, desperate to taste each other though they wouldn’t ever admit that.

“Wait, so we’re gonna stop when we have- uh- girlfriends…” (Y/N) pulled away this time, a saddened expression on his face, Sirius’s words had crept into his mind.

“I would guess so.” He shrugged in response, still holding onto (Y/N)’s waist and neck as they stared into each other’s eye.

“Okay, cool.” (Y/N) said quickly pushing forward to catch Sirius’s lips and biting his lower lip in the process making his “friend” groan and pull away.

“What?” He asked, he hoped he didn’t do something wrong or gross. He really did wanna continue their snogging sessions.

“Now you have me worrying, I hate you.”

“I hate you too” He panted out a little more desperately than he hoped.

“Wait, what if we didn’t stop… even with girlfriends. It’s practice for our future girlfriends of course, let’s say you don’t snog for a while with your girlfriend and then you forget how.” Sirius stared away from him just as desperately.

“Oh my god. That would be so embarrassing.”

“I know right?”

He pulled him by the collar to feel Sirius’s soft lips again.

“I guess we’ll have to keep practicing, indefinitely.” Sirius smirked into his lips, moving to plant a kiss on his jaw

“God, what a bummer” (Y/N) laughed gripping onto his hair and pulling his face back to his own.

“Such a bummer.”

They bring their lips together once more, smiling into a kiss and letting “being gay” be tomorrow’s problem.

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zhongli-simp-blog · 3 years

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My Mate

Werewolf AU

Pairings: Leedo x Male Reader

Requested: No

A/N: This is my first time writing a werewolf AU so I hope I did good. I will definitely be doing a Part 2

The day was like any other day for you. You were becoming a beta in the pack and were on a scouting run for any potential dangers in the area. There has been an increase of Werewolf hunters and vampires in the past years, so your pack and the neighboring packs were always on the constant move. At the current camp, your alpha decided it was enough room for two wolf packs to stay. “The ones on patrol, return to the camp,” the alpha said through wolf telepathy. The pack wasn’t significant. We had a total of 100 fellow wolves, and the other one had about 50.

“Betas! Front and center!” Your alpha called once you all returned, you and your fellow betas all lined up, “later tonight, we will have a meeting with our fellow pack. I expect you all to be there.” Your alpha commanded, followed by a string of “yes sir!” from you and the other betas, “alright back to your duties.” You returned to your cabin that you lucked out on, not having to share it with the other members. “I heard that another pack has a new alpha, and our alpha wants to marry off one of our people to conjoin the two wolf packs.” You overheard someone from out the door. You didn’t think much of it and took a nap knowing this meet will be a long one.

You woke up smelling an unfamiliar scent of lavender was almost suffocating. It made your wolf curious. You followed the other members to where the meeting was at. The aroma was more potent now, with every inch of your senses was overcome the smell of lavender. You had to hold your wolf back from going crazy and finding the source. You took your seat, looking up and noticing the unfamiliar wolves sitting across from you, scanning the other pack. Your eyes glanced over a certain man who was staring at you and only at you. He had pitch-black hair, chocolate brown eyes, lips that seem to be soft, and he had this alpha aura radiating. It made your wolf quiver, Mate! Your wolf said, and you panicked, not ready to be mated, especially to someone from another pack.

You turned your attention to your alpha walking to the center, trying to pry your eyes away. “Evening, my fellow wolves, Alpha Seoho and myself, decided to hold this meeting to inform you guys of an essential step for the fellow packs.” Your Alpha gestured to who you assumed to be Seoho, “we have a member who is going to become alpha, and both your alpha and myself thought this would be a perfect opportunity to unify our packs.”

While listening to what the alpha was saying, you could still feel a pair of eyes staring at you, and his scent surrounds you, almost like he was trying to make sure the other wolves knew you now belonged to him. And it was getting noticeable as you saw wolves from both your pack and their pack scrunching their noses. Even a few were looking between him and you.

“It is our tradition that no wolf can become alpha without being married, so your alpha proposed that he chooses someone from his pack to marry. Now Leedo, please come up,” the guy who never removed his eyes from you was now standing beside alpha Seoho. All the girls in your pack started swooning and practically lining up to marry him. “The name is Leedo,” he says in a voice so deep and full of confidence it made your wolf want to claim him right here. The girls all started raising their hands, offering to be married to him. You avoided looking at him and tried to hide your face.

Leedo started scanning through all the girls, and you saw his feet standing in front of you with the scent of lavender and desire swarming you. Mate! Mate! Your wolf kept on shouting, but you knew he would never pick a new beta like yourself, especially if he is the new alpha. He would want a strong woman who could fight and also carry on the bloodline of both packs. His feet never left that spot, only making you look up and seeing his face only inches from you, “you are an interesting one, cute too,” he said, the last part quieter where only you could hear it.

Leedo walked back to stand next to his alpha “dude. You are covering this entire area with your scent. Calm it down a bit. Now, which one is making you like this?” Leedo nudges his head towards you, and it made Seoho shocked, “really? You sure?” Leedo nodded “my wolf is going crazy, and it’s even stronger. Is this that alpha feeling?” Seoho nodded. Every pack believes that alphas have a stronger sense when it comes to finding their mates. Some think it’s because of the alpha bloodline others think it’s the process of being an alpha. “I have never thought it would be a guy,” Leedo says, making Seoho laugh, “I told you that your mate would be the one you least expect.”

“Has the alpha-to-be chosen who he wants to marry? We have many fine women.” Your alpha asked, and both Seoho and Leedo nodded, “Leedo has chosen who his bride will be!” Your alpha shouted, making your pack call in excitement, and the girls squeal. “Please, Leedo, go to who you pick,” Seoho said, gesturing. Leedo nodded and did not hesitate and walked directly in your direction. You looked back and saw the two girls behind you and hurried out of the way to give him a clear path to them. Leedo still only walked in your direction, making you confused and worried, making the ground look interesting.

His feet stopped in front of you, “look alive, beta!” Your alpha shouted, making you jump and look up to see Leedo pointing at you. “Move out of the way. You are blocking him!” Your alpha shouted again, so you stood up to move, but Leedo grabbed your wrist “where are you going?” You hesitated, feeling an intense electric feeling through your body, “I apologize for being your way,” avoiding his gaze and trying to release your hand. “In the way of what?” Leedo asked, confused, “of you picking your future wife.” He laughs and pulls you closer, your wolf screaming for more. “I choose you to be my lover,” he admits making the rest of your pack gasp.

“Are you sure you want him? He is a new beta, and we have plenty of oth-” your alpha got cut off by Leedo, “I said I choose him,” he said, flashing his golden alpha eyes. “I think you know just how important a mate is to a wolf,” Seoho stepped in, trying to de-escalate the situation. Your alpha nodded.

Later that night, you walked back to your cabin, trying to wrap your head around everything that just happened. “Why did someone like Leedo pick a low-class beta-like him? We have plenty of better wolves, and yet he chooses him.” You overhear one of the girls walking behind you, “Right? And all better looking, he should’ve been an omega.” They laugh, and you try to pretend that you didn’t hear what they were saying.

“Do you think that Leedo guy will go through with his choice? I bet it’s only a prank,” another guy chimes into the convo. “Yeah, that’s what happened. He probably lost a bet,” they all laughed. “BETA!” You jump at your alpha’s voice, “what kind of game are you playing? Are you trying to embarrass the pack?!” He yells, making hang your head low, “I swear I did not plan anything,” You say, trying to convince him. “You now get the night scouting, alone.” You nod your head in agreement, “now get out of my sight,” you quickly left your cabin as the other wolves were snickering. You tried to hide the tears forming, not wanting to seem weak.

It was getting late, and you decided to walk to the edge of the camp, ready for the night scouting, “I heard that Leedo did lose a bet and had to choose the weakest wolf we had,” you overheard someone say, and it didn’t only hurt you it hurt your wolf. You quickly shifted and ran deep into the forest, trying to get some distance between the camp. As you got into the woods, you saw a wolf black as the night with bright golden eyes looking right at you, your first reaction would have been to attack, but every inch of your body felt relaxed, almost like you knew the wolf.

The black wolf approached you, making it more visible, and saw it was twice as big. You tried to hold your ground, but as it got closer, your wolf got more and more submissive like it was responding to an alpha or a higher ranking wolf. The black wolf was finally standing in front of you, well, more like towering.

It started to circle you before stopping by your side. It then started nipping at your leg and rubbing its fur against yours. That’s when you smelled that lavender scent, and it dawned on you that the wolf was Leedo. He nudged his head, signaling you to follow him, and your wolf followed. Walking beside him, you took in his wolf features, and his fur was thick and long, which made it easy for him to blend into the dark.

Leedo looked back, making sure you were still following him. He felt lucky that you happened to be out at the same time he was. Leedo’s wolf took the opportunity to mark you with his scent so other wolves would know that you are his. He also couldn’t help to notice that your fur was pure white like snow. It only made Leedo’s wolf want you even more.

Leedo led you to a nearby lake only to walk behind and tree. When he came back around his wasn’t a wolf anymore and fully dressed. “Take these clothes and change. It’s kinda difficult to talk if you are a wolf.” He laughed. You walked behind the same tree and shifted back, and changed into the clothes that he provided. “Thank You, Leedo,” thanking him nervously. “Come sit. I want to know you better,” he patted the spot in the grass which you took.

“So what would you like to know, alpha?” Leedo cringed at you, calling him alpha, “please call me Leedo. No need to be all formal with me, and why don’t we start with your name.” He said. “I’m sorry, and my name is Y/N,” now blushing from the embarrassment. He smiled, running his thumb across your cheek, “you are cute when you blush,” making your cheeks twice as red, “why did you pick me? Was it a bet?” You asked. Being blunter than intended, Leedo laughed, “no, it was not a bet. I chose you because my wolf did,” he said with a shy smile “maybe your wolf chose wrong. I am no right choice for anyone,” you comment which only made him mad “It It was not only my wolf but also me. Are you saying I am wrong too? I will not falter my choice, I already claimed you, or do I have to rub my scent on you again.” He said with a tone strong enough to make you and your wolf hold your heads down. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you,” you apologize, now picking at the grass. Leedo takes a deep breath and pulls you in closer to him, “I didn’t mean to snap.” He apologized as he kissed the side of your head.

“BETA! Return to camp IMMEDIATELY!” Your alpha commands, making you quickly get up, “I’m sorry, but my alpha is calling me back,” you say fast, but before you could go, Leedo grabbed your arm, “why do you have to go? Stay.” He begs, “I wish I could, but I will probably get a worse punishment than what I got today. Leedo’s blood started to boil from what you said, “what do you mean punishment? What was it?” You sighed, “I had night patrol alone.” You admit, and you saw Leedo’s face turn red with anger. Everyone knew that it’s perilous to be out alone, especially as a wolf with white fur-like yours, so it would be easily noticeable to enemies.

“Please don’t do anything, Leedo! I gotta go,” you say before shifting and running back to camp. “Beta, you have the clean-up duty from the meeting. Get to it,” your alpha commands as you return. Nodding, you head to the now empty field and start picking up the scraps and other various trash. The whole time all you could think about is Leedo.

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dialovers-translations · 3 years

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Shuu Route ー Chapter 1

Yui: ( I have to retrieve my heart no matter what...! )

ー The scene starts in the area surrounding Bernstein Castle

Yui: ( Anyway, we should head to the city surrounding the castle. )

( But... )

Shuu: ...Pwah...

Yui: ( Doesn’t seem like Shuu-san wants to move a lot. )

( Honestly, I can’t imagine he would have come here in the past, so I’m happy he even came this far. )

( Still, we can’t just sit still here forever either. I wonder if there isn’t some kind of effective method to get him moving...? )

...Right!

Um, Shuu-san?

Shuu: Hm...?

Yui: There’s carriages over on the other side, so why don’t we take one of those to head to the city area?

I’m sure it will be much easier than going on foot.

Shuu: ...Aah, good point.

I can continue sleeping for a little while longer inside the vehicle as well.

...Let’s go then.

ー Shuu walks ahead

Yui: ...Yes!

ー The scene shifts to Glimmer Street’s main area

Yui: ( So this is the city...? )

( The townscape has somewhat of an unfamiliar vibe to it. Although I suppose that makes sense since this isn’t the human world. )

Shuu: I barely got any sleep because the carriage shook a lot more than I expected.

Haah...What a drag...

Yui: I’m sorry.

Shuu: You don’t need to apologize, really.

ーー So, what should we do next? We came here for you, so you’re coming up with our plan.

Yui: Um...

For starters, I would like to drop by Bernstein castle once.

So...Um...Will you come with me...?

Shuu: Nah.

ーー But if I say that, I would have come all the way here for nothing.

The castle’s that way.

Yui: Y-Yes!

ー The scene shifts to the frontside of the wagons

Yui: ( It has gotten more crowded. )

( The atmosphere is a little different from the Carnival as well. )

( ...Hm? Actually, now that I think about it... )

Shuu: ...Oi. You’ve been quiet this whole time...Do you have something on your mind?

Yui: Ah...You see...

Back during the Carnival, I remember having to constantly run away from trouble, but this time everything seems fine.

Shuu: Of course. Your heart has been stolen, so the usual scent of your blood is different.

Even the tasteーー

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...!

ー Shuu drags her into a side alley

Shuu: ...Nn...Haah...

Yui: ( This...suddenly... )

Shuu: ...

Nn...

...Haah...Just as I thought, it tastes completely different as well.

With the Kleinod put inside of you in replacement of your heart, you are currently neither human nor Vampire.

So your blood is very mediocre, tasting somewhere in between both species. Like this, nobody will even think of targeting you.

We wouldn’t make the extra effort to drink bad blood after all.

Yui: T-Then why did you drink it....? You should have known all of that...

Shuu: ...Good question. Why don’t you try and come up with the answer by yourself?

Well, depending on how you look at it, this isn’t too bad of a situation, is it?

If you stay this way, you’ll no longer be chased down by Vampires.

Yui: You do have a point. But...

According to Reiji-san, Kleinods are unreliable...

If it stops working, then...

( If that happens, I will die. )

Shuu: Rest assured.

When that happens, I’ll turn you into a Vampire.

So there’s nothing to worry about.

Yui: ...Shuu-san...

( Into a Vampire, huh? )

( It would mean I get to live another day. )

( I’m sure this is Shuu-san’s way of showing kindness. )

( It makes me very happy. But... )

( If I get turned into a Vampire, I will no longer be human. )

( When I consider that... )

...

Shuu: ...What?

Yui: ( ...I should tell Shuu-san how I genuinely feel about this. I don’t want to lie to him after all. )

Um, I...

I can’t say with confidence that I would become a Vampire just to save my own life.

I’ve always been a human after all...

Shuu: Heeh...

...I see.

But why do you seem that hesitant then?

Yui: ...That’s...Well...

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( Oh no, I can’t put it into words very well... )

Shuu: ...Whatever.

For now, we should hurry ahead.

ー Shuu walks away

Yui: Ah...!

( Now it just feels as if we got into an argument... )

ー The scene shifts back to Glimmer Street’s main area

Shuu: ...

Yui: ...

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( ...Shuu-san hasn’t spoken a word ever since. I guess he’s upset after all, huh? )

( What should I do...? )

*THUD*

Yui: Wah!?

Stall owner: Uwah!?

*Thud thud*

Yui: ( O-Oh no! The goods...! )

Stall owner: Ahー... I can no longer sell these now.

Yui: I-I’m terribly sorry! I wasn’t paying attention and...

Shuu: ...Haah. What are you doing...?

Yui: ( Uu, Shuu-san seems completely done with me as well. )

Stall owner: No worries, don’t seem upset.

Yui: Eh...?

Stall owner: Only a few things fell on the ground. It’s no big deal, really.

More importantly...Is something weighing heavy on your mind? You were walking while lost in thought, no?

Have one of these candies and cheer up, okay?

These bat lollies are very popular here in the Demon World.

The gentleman over there is your boyfriend, isn’t he? If you’re fighting, you should give him one of these to make up.

Yui: Eh!? Y-Yes...!

Stall owner: Until we meet again...

ー The stall owner leaves with his cart

Yui: Ah...!

( He disappeared into the crowd almost instantly. )

( That being said...What a nice guy. )

( I would love to properly thank him one day. )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( Ah...Shuu-san waited for me...? )

( I got this lolly now anyway, so might as well... )

( I wonder if I can really use this to make it up to him, just like that mister said? )

Um...Shuu-san, please, go ahead and have one.

( Will he accept it...? )

Shuu: ...

Thanks. (1)

Yui: N-No problem!

( Thank god! )

Shuu: Heeh...This lolly seems quite well-made. Hm...

...It doesn’t taste bad either.

Yui: ( For some reason...Like this, Shuu-san always seems like a child. )

Shuu: ...What?

Yui: N-Nothing!

Shuu: Well, okay then.

...Why don’t you give it a try as well?

Yui: Eh? ...Can I?

Shuu: I wouldn’t offer otherwise. Here.

Yui: Ah, thank you very much.

...You’re right, it’s delicious!

Shuu: Told you? It’s not half bad.

If you like it, why not have some more?

Selection

→ You should have it (☾)

Yui: I’m good, so you should have it.

Shuu: ...Oh. You don’t actually like it then, do you?

Yui: That’s not it, um...

I want you to have it exactly because I think it’s so delicious. I was hoping it would cheer you up at least a little.

Shuu: Hm...

I’ll take it then.

Yui: Yes.

Shuu: Ah, butーー

ー Shuu moves closer to kiss her

*Smooch*

Shuu: ...

Yui: ...!?

Shuu: I can share the sweetness with you like this.

Yui: ( H-He surprised me! But...I’m happy. )

→ Just a little more then

Yui: Just a few more bites then...Nom...

( Yeah, it really is good! )

Shuu: Haha...

Yui: Why are you laughing?

Shuu: No...You just seem so happy while eating that sweet treat.

Yui: ( Uu, it’s actually a little embarrassing now that I think about it... )

( But... )

Yui: ( I can assume things are good between the two of us again now, right...? )

Shuu: ...

...I guess you could say good things come when you least expect them. (2)

Yui: Yeah. My thoughts exactly. I would have never thought I’d get a treat for bumping into his cart.

Shuu: No, that’s not what I meant.

I’m talking about the smile that candy brought to your face.

You should always smile like that.

Yui: Shuu-san...

Shuu: About what I said...You really shouldn’t worry about having to choose between being a human or Vampire.

I’m sure I wouldn’t know what to say if someone suddenly told me to become a human either.

Yui: ( I didn’t think he’d be so understanding... )

Shuu: ...Come on, let’s get going now.

*Rustle*

Shuu: Give me your hand. You’re a horrible airhead, so I’ll hold it.

Yui: ( Wah...! Shuu-san grabbed my hand. )

Shuu: Good grief...Everywhere is overflowing with people.

Seems like it will take a while to get to the castle like this.

...What a drag...

Yui: ( He may say that but... )

( Personally, I’d love to stay like this just a little longer if possible... )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the gate in front of Bernstein castle

Yui: ( So this is Bernstein castle? It’s very impressive... )

Shuu: Doesn’t seem like we can get inside. The gates obviously won’t open and there appears to be some sort of barrier set up as well.

We might be able to sneak our way in if you could fly, but that would be asking for the impossible.

Yui: Yes...

Shuu: Well, I knew this would happen from the very beginning though.

The Count prides himself on never having a single treasure taken back from him.

In other words, he must have taken measures to ensure nobody can get inside his castle.

Even so, I assumed we would have been able to find at least one opening as long as we got close enough...

However, it seems it was naive of me to think that.

Yui: ( I see... )

So we’re out of luck...?

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( What should we do...? )

Shuu: ...Say.

Let me ask you just one thing. Do you truly want to get your heart back?

Yui: Eh...?

Shuu: Just answer me. Do you want to retrieve it or not...?

Yui: I...

I want it back.

Shuu: ...I see.

Gotcha.

ー Shuu suddenly walks away

Yui: S-Shuu-san!? Where are you going...!?

Shuu: ーー To an inn.

Yui: Heh...?

Shuu: Just standing around here won’t get us anywhere, will it?

So I’m going to an inn.

I’ll think of a plan there.

Yui: Shuu-san...!

Shuu: I didn’t give up on you. Rest assured.

Yui: Thank you very much!

Shuu: No need to thank me. You are always way too modest.

Come on, let’s go.

Yui: Yes...!

ー The scene shifts to the lobby of Hotel Mondstein

Yui: ( I’m a little nervous... )

Hotel staff: Excuse me, sir. You would like a room for two for tonight, correct?

Shuu: Yes.

For me and my wife.

Hotel staff: Noted. We will get everything ready, so please wait over there until then...

Yui: ...U-Um, Shuu-san...

Are you sure you should have called me your wife?

Shuu: Yeah. Got a problem with it?

Yui: N-No, not really...

( It just felt a little embarrassing... )

Hotel staff: ーー My sincere apologies for the wait. I shall escort you to your room.

Shuu: Yeah.

Yui: ( Phew...That made my heart skip a beat. )

ー The scene shifts to their room

Yui: What a lovely room...

Shuu: You think so? Seems pretty mediocre to me.

...Haah...

ー Shuu lies down on the bed

*Thud*

Yui: ( Ah, geez, Shuu-san. He just plopped down on the bed right away. )

Shuu: I’m exhausted...Just order some room service for now. Whatever strikes your fancy.

They should have a special menu available only during the Parade as well.

Yui: Fufu, okay. Please leave the order up to me.

( Um, the menu card is... )

*Flip*

Yui: Wah...!

( What a delicious-looking dinner! )

Shuu: ...

Yui: ( The afternoon tea inspired by the Parade is very cute too. )

Shuu: ...

Yui: Huh? Shuu-san...? Aren’t you going to sleep?

Or rather...Did you chuckle just now?

Shuu: I was astounded by how happy you looked.

Yui: ( D-Did I get a little too excited? I should calm down... )

Shuu: So, have you decided on what to get?

Yui: Um...I’ll order the afternoon tea then, okay?

( Phew... )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( Order complete. )

Shuu: ...

Yui: Shuu-san? Are you no longer tired?

Shuu: No, I’m sleepy.

I’m gonna take a nap so come here.

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah!

( He pulled me into his arms. )

U-Um...?

Shuu: Keep quiet. Body pillows shouldn’t talk.

Yui: ( Uu...This is embarrassing! )

( However, I should keep quiet for his sake. )

Shuu: ...Perfect.

...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Ah!?

Shuu: I told you to keep quiet, no?

Yui: ( No fair... )

Shuu: ...Nn...

*Smooch*

*Knock knock*

Yui: ( The room service is here! )

S-Shuu-san. You have to let go...

Shuu: Why?

Yui: Why, you ask...?

Shuu: They can just come in if they need us.

*Knock knock*

Shuu: ーー The door’s unlocked!

Hotel staff: Pardon the intrusion.

ー The lady enters the room

Hotel staff: I have brought your orーー!?

Yui: ( S-She saw us. )

Hotel staff: ...I have brought your order.

Shuu: Set everything up on the balcony, please.

Hotel staff: As you wish.

*Cling cling*

Yui: ( Uu...How embarrassing... )

Hotel staff: Now if you would excuse me.

ー She leaves again

Yui: S-Shuu-san! Why would you do this...!?

Shuu: What do you mean ‘this’?

Yui: Y-You know...This...As if you’re trying to show off...

Shuu: I didn’t just ‘try’, I actually did mean to do that though?

Yui: ...!

Shuu: Haha...Your face’s bright red.

Yui: G-Gosh! Don’t tease me!

Shuu: You’re to blame for always falling for it.

ー Shuu gets up from the bed

Shuu: Anyway, hurry up to the balcony.

We’re going to set up a plan over a cup of tea.

Yui: ( Haah, he has me completely following his lead... (3) )

ー The scene shifts to the balcony

Shuu: ...I actually remembered something.

Yui: Remembered...?

Shuu: Yeah.

*Cling*

Shuu: I happen to know a Vampire who is very knowledgeable on the Count.

Yui: ...!

Shuu: If we hit him up, he might be able to tell us a way to get your heart back from the Count.

It’s just...There’s one little problem.

Yui: A problem...?

Shuu: ...You’ll get it once we get there, don’t worry.

Yui: ( I wonder what he means? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the gondola dock

Yui: ( I wonder what kind of place it is if we have to go there by gondola...? )

ー The scene shifts to the middle of the mountains

Yui: T-This is...quite the creepy area, isn’t it?

Is someone truly living here?

Shuu: If my memory serves me correctly.

ー Shuu starts walking

Yui: ( I should just follow Shuu-san for now. )

ー Yui follows suit

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( We’ve gone quite far into the mountains already... )

( I don’t think I could make it back to the gondolas by myself. The path is bumpy as well... )

Shuu: Haah...What a drag...

Yui: ( Shuu-san...He may complain, but he continues walking on regardless. )

( I shouldn’t be the one lagging behind then. I have to push through! )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( We’ve walked for quite some time since then, but I still can’t see the end... )

...This acquaintance of yours lives quite far away, doesn’t he?

Shuu: ...

Yui: ...? Shuu-san?

Shuu: ...Haah.

ーー We got lost.

Yui: Eeh!?

( T-That possibility briefly crossed my mind but no way...! What now!? )

ー The scene shifts to a cave

Shuu: Haah...We should get some rest here for the night.

Yui: Y-Yeah.

( We really lucked out to find a cave nearby. )

*HOOOOOWL*

Yui: ...!

Shuu: ...

ー Shuu hugs her close

*Rustle*

Yui: ( H-He embraced me...! )

Shuu: If any wild beasts get in, I can simply chase them back out.

So, you know...Don’t worry.

Yui: Shuu-san...

Shuu: Once we get your heart back, I don’t mind keeping you company at the Parade or whatever.

You like that sorta stuff, don’t you?

Yui: Yeah...!

( There’s no reason to be anxious. I...have Shuu-san by my side after all. )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) もらっとく or ‘morratoku’ literally means ‘I’ll accept it (in preparation of something else’. I could have translated it as ‘I’ll take it’ as well, but personally I felt like this was Shuu-san’s way of thanking her. The boys tend to take the roundabout way when expressing their feelings after all.

(2) The idiom 棚から牡丹餅 or ‘tana kara botamochi’ literally means ‘red bean mochi falls from the shelf’ and refers to an unexpected streak of luck.

(3) If you get caught up in someone else’s ‘pace’, it means that you are at their mercy, simply following along as the other person decides what you will do.

← RETURN TO PROLOGUE

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 2]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ REIJI]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ YUMA]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ CARLA]

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silence-burns · 3 years

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Please Hate Me //part 52

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter, smut

"We fucked up."

"No, we didn't."

"We had Peter. Now we don't have Peter."

Loki's eyes were completely dark from a spell letting him see through Barbara's, but still he waved toward the completely-not-suspicious building complex in front of you. "But we found him again. That surely counts toward something, right?"

"We lost the alien pin too."

"Which we also found, if memory serves," Loki shrugged, as if the search hadn't taken the two of you the better part of an evening. Who knew searching through half of New York and visiting places it might've been dropped could be so time-consuming?

The weather was pleasant, the air growing warmer as the seasons continued to change. It was one of those days where everything felt brighter, despite how disappointing the reality might be.

"I'm still voting for arson," Loki said, assessing the tall fence surrounding the area. An area which crawled with people trying their hardest not to look like agents of some super-secret government facility, and failing rather miserably.

"You might not have noticed, but buildings nowadays have systems preventing fire from spreading."

"Do these systems work against magic fire too?"

"How am I supposed to know? Do I look like I spit magic fire on a whim?"

"You did last week," Loki muttered. The memory was still fresh.

"Wow, so now I'm the bad guy, and not the sneaky little bastard that ate all the cupcakes I left for-"

Barbara came back, flying on quiet, if a little filthy and decomposed, wings. Loki blinked twice, shedding the spell connecting him to the bird. As much as he didn't mind the heights, Loki had to admit he wasn't a fan of the sharp turns and rather random drops Barbara's flying pattern involved.

Loki pointed to one of the buildings further inside the complex. The red, evening sun hit the countless windows with blinding intensity. "The bird thinks the boy might be there."

You looked at the long stretch of road leading to the complex, like a carpet laid out specifically for you, but the crowds of agents working in the area leading to it made you cringe.

"I still vote arson."

"Why don't we just walk in, though? I mean, it was SHIELD themselves that contacted us, right? It should be okay to just… pay them a visit without sneaking around like… well, like villains. No offense."

Loki frowned. He didn't look convinced. "I like sneaking around, though. It keeps me away from trouble."

"If that’s true, how did you get banned from the Moon twice?"

"Touché. Lead the way then, love."

The way took you down the asphalt road, busy with cars rushing both ways. Despite their past issues, Loki couldn't help feeling a little bad for the agents. For all the grandeur and importance they always described their life to hold, Loki's imagination kept on showing him pictures of ants in their little nests, crawling in their endless, pointless patterns.

The ants seemed to fall into a state of shock rather abruptly after laying their eyes on the two visitors to their nest. Some of them just stood there, looking after the figures marching right to the gates, while others ran in a seemingly random direction.

"That worked out better than I thought," Loki admitted when all the space around you cleared.

Barbara perched on top of the gates, screaming on top of her rotten lungs. The security guards looked at one another and then at the approaching god. Their hands went to their guns. Loki took that as a compliment.

"I know this might surprise you," Loki said, "but we are here to talk. Fetch us your Agent Cauldron, and be quick about it."

"Coulson," you whispered.

"Whatever."

"No matter how many times you ask me, the answer will stay the same - I don't know," Peter groaned.

His back hurt from sitting on the same, incredibly uncomfortable metal chair for hours, and the lights of the small and a little outdated office were starting to make his head throb with an upcoming headache. Or maybe the reason behind it were the endless questions to which he wished he know the answer.

Agent Coulson looked at the photos on the desk between him and the boy. These were nice pictures. If he were more sentimental, he might've put them on a fridge or maybe to the clipboard on the wall to his left. They were definitely worth taking a look at least once a day - it wasn't often one had a chance to look at a god and an ex-assassin, completely drunk, being led by a teenage boy on a spider-thread.

Peter glanced down at them too, and scowled.

"Yeah, well, we've met and hung out together, but I don't know where they are now. Sir, if I knew, do you really think I'd willingly stay behind?"

The agent didn't answer. He moved very little, in fact. Peter was unsure whether it was a part of some special, super-secret interrogation technique, but it was working. To make things even worse, the metal chair he had been given was making sitting still a nightmare.

"That's a fair point, Peter," Coulson nodded, "but do you think I would be pressing you so much if two of the most dangerous people on this planet weren't currently on the run with an alien artifact of unknown origin that might've been recently used to damage our Moon?"

That was a fair point too, Peter had to admit. He might've even grown a little worried after hearing such news, if only it all didn't sound so exciting.

"So you DO know what happened to it, right?" the boy leaned forward, with eyes shining with excitement.

Agent Coulson sighed.

It was a small, almost invisible display of all the emotions boiling inside of him that he'd never show. He knew better, and had far too many years of experience to allow that. Still, the situation was beginning to wear on him, especially if he spared a thought or two to consider what the two people that should absolutely never go off radar, could be up to at this very moment.

Last time Loki visited Earth, he led an alien invasion. Last time Coulson met you before you hesitantly joined forces with the Avengers, you'd already put two bullets in Tony Stark and were on the way to making it three.

Coulson allowed himself a moment to thank his hair for already thinning out or he'd be losing it in a handfuls.

And the worst part was, he actually believed the boy.

He had clearly helped with sneaking you through half the city and into his apartment, but there was no evidence of him helping you out too. Wherever Loki and you were, Coulson was sure he'd hear about it soon enough. He might even let the boy go, and monitor him long enough to see if you'd show up.

The decision wasn't an easy one, but the agent was left with very limited choices. After all, how likely was it that the two of you would just show up?

The phone vibrated on the desk in front of agent Coulson. He picked it up.

He blinked. And simply said, "Yes."

Peter did not like the absent look on the agent's face. He'd seen far too many movies not to recognize the moment the power shifted in the room. Just in time for something bad to happen. It wouldn't be a problem if it stayed on the screen - Ned and him would freeze with the popcorn halfway to their mouths in anticipation of what was to come. But here, in reality, far from the safe spot on a couch, Peter was painfully aware of how much he didn't want to know what was about to happen next.

Unfortunately, whatever powers weaved through the lives of people, deciding their fate and luck, rarely listened to young boys in their judgement. In fact, they listened to old agents even less, but that was something Peter was unlikely to ever find out.

Peter twisted on the chair biting into his backside, and looked back to the thick, metal door. He hadn't realized it when he had been brought inside, but the door looked like it could take a few shots from a gun and remain unscathed.

Peter was not sure what to do with that information.

The door in question decided to finally open and reveal the reason for the sudden tension. It didn't even creak, so the god walked in in complete silence. You followed him, not as quiet, but just as unexpected.

Your face lit up when you noticed the boy. "There you are!"

Peter looked at the agent. The agent looked at Peter.

"I know you're probably not going to believe me, sir, but I swear I had nothing to do with this."

The agent had no doubt that the boy was the least likely person to ever manipulate the god of trickery and lies, or the almost-ex-assasin into anything, but he didn't say a word. He only raised an eyebrow and asked, "To what do we owe the pleasure?", as if there was anything pleasant to be found in the room. But lying was not solely a domain of gods, as all the agents in the world would probably agree.

And Coulson was a very good agent.

"We recently lost a boy, but it looks like he's just been found. Thank you for taking care of him."

"It was a pleasure," the agent smiled. "Although I can't help but worry if you have lost the pin too?"

"We wouldn't dare," Loki lied smoothly with an even more charming smile.

The god of trickery waved his hand and produced a pin seemingly out of thin air. Whether it was only a clever trick or an actual spell was something agent Coulson would never know, but for once he didn't mind. The pin felt heavy and looked just as the files described, but whether it was the real thing would only be revealed once a detailed analysis was completed.

Still, it somehow looked like the deal was fulfilled. Coulson would be lying if he said he'd placed a bet on that outcome.

Peter sprung out of the chair the moment you waved at him to go. The agents and armed officers waiting behind Loki and you on the corridor shifted with unease, their fingers laying on triggers. A small crowd eyed every move made in Coulson's office, which was to be expected - it was not every day a facility such as this one was visited by a god.

Especially one with a rather problematic history of attempted world domination.

"If we may, we'll take our leave now." Loki bowed stiffly.

"And what about the 'favor' you insisted on as payment?"

Something cold and ancient flashed in the god's eyes. "All in due time."

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cuddlesslut · 4 years

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Thank you so much Darling 🥰

NSFW # 10 - we have to be quiet it or theyll here us

FLUFF # 7- stop hogging the blankets

Ushijima Wakatoshi & Kuroo Tetsuro

Warnings: Nsfw, Smut, Oral, Fingering, slight Daddy and Sir kink, Strong Language, Public Sex

Kuroo Tetsuro

It was exhilarating the feeling of doing something you weren't supposed to. The Idea of getting caught added on to the to heat pooling inside of you. Your brother would throw a fit if he knew. But laying here naked on your boyfriends bed as his face was buried between you thighs, you could give a fuck about the consequences. You were in heaven. Your hips bucked into his feral assault. Kuroo’s lips wrapped around your clit giving it a harsh suck. his tongue moving down sliding between your folds darting into your entrance. You let out a loud gasp your hands tangling into his bed head as he fucked you with his tongue. you felt your release climbing as you screwed your eyes shut spewing a sling of curses.

“look at me kitty, let me see you come undone for me.” Kuroo spoke into your quaking cunt. You look down to catch his gaze as his stare bored into you. With one final nip at your sensitive bundle you were thrown into pleasure. As your come drenched his face he eagerly lapped up the juices. Kuroo was at his limits ready to bust just from the beautiful faces and noises you made. He pounced on your exhausted figure capturing your mouth into a searing kiss you could taste yourself on his hungry lips. You could feel his harden length sliding against your soaking entrance. He moved his hip slowly sinking into your tight hole. Your hands gripped his muscular shoulders as he stretched you. After a brief moment he started to roll his hips into you his momentum starting to build as he got lost in the holy feeling that was you squeezing tight around him groans leaving his mouth as he was becoming more vocal.

And thats when you hear it. The slam of the heavy front door. “ Hey, Hey, Hey,” echoed through the flat alerting you to your brothers presence. Your body automatically prepared for Kuroo’s retreat but instead he drilled into you harder.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he lost himself in you. “shhhhh Tetsu,” you scolded your usually cautious boyfriend. “ we have to be quiet or he’ll hear us!”

Not stopping Kuroo placed one more heated kiss to your lips “ let him hear i dont care anymore, You are mine,” he said lifting your hips up so he was pounding deeper and harder into you. “this pussy is mine,” he growled “now scream for me Y/N.”

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

The exhaustion you felt as you laid there next to him was enough to put you to sleep. Chests heaving from the extreme work out you both experienced. You both rolled over to your sides. Kuroo pulled the comforter over both of your still naked figures. He traced his slender finger along your arm and shoulder up your neck causing a slight shudder from the light touches. He brushed the stray hairs out of your face looking deep into your e/c eyes. A huge smile graced as he it dawned onto Kuroo that this right here was what he wanted.

“ I meant what i said Y/n,” he breathed out nervously ,as smooth as everyone thought he was Kuroo was just as nervous now as he was the first time he kissed you. You looked up at him wide eyed waiting for him to finish his thought.

“ You are mine, I love you.” he studied your features as he said the sacred words for the first time in your relationship. Your breath hitched not expecting that response just yet. Your heart swelled as you stared at the man you also loved knowing he felt the same. You surged forward crashing your lips to his. He sunk into your embrace feeling at home with you in his arms.

You pulled back giving a happy sigh, “i love you too Tetsuro,” you sunk back into the bed getting comfy. “should we go face the music,” you asked thinking about that there was no hiding anymore. “Nah, lets rest, im going to need my energy to out run Bokuto,” kuroo laughed. You laid next to him feeling the happiest you have in the longest time. Your eyes started to feel heavy as you looked over to your lover who was already fast asleep light snores already filing the silent room. You felt warm and safe as you drifted off only to be suddenly shocked as Kuroo rolled over taking the blanket with him. “HEY! Asshat dont hog the covers!” you said tugging at the covers. his eyes stayed closed but you saw a slight smile on his face. “Kurooo,” you groaned a little louder than necessary.

“Y/N !!,” you hear your brother shout. Apparently finally hearing your voice. Kuroo’s eyes snapped as Bo pounded on the door.

“OH SHIT,” you both cursed looking at each other.

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Ushijima Wakatoshi

You see Wakatoshi standing near the locker rooms. But you dont make it to them as he pull you into a supply closet. Quickly locking the door behind him Ushi pushes you against the door lips hungry as he and hands frantic as he grabbed at your body. His breath was hot as he left rough and wet kisses down your neck. his gripped tight on your hips pulling you close into his towering figure.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed his breath husky with frustration. “you should know better than to rile me up before a game.” His large left hand came up to your cheek petting you his rough thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “ do you see what you did to me love?” he asked pressing his oh so large dick ,that was straining inside of his Adlers uniform, against your thigh. A weak moan left you mouth as you felt him.

“Looks like youre going to have to be a good girl and take care of the problem you caused Sweetie.” he looked down at you eyes dark as he slid his large fingers against your clothed heat. Thank goodness you wore a skirt today. He hooked his fingers inside your frilly panties as he pulled them down your smooth legs having you step out of them, before tucking them into is jacket pocket. Knowing time wasnt on your side he began to pet your pretty pussy feeling how wet you already are. Toshi doesnt say anything about the mess you were already making of yourself he doesnt need to. He knows what he does to you. He slid one of his huge fingers into you knowing he need to make sure you were good and stretched for him.

“Toshi,” you whimpered as he added another digit. Using both fingers he scissored inside of you feeling to tighten around him as he started to pull you first orgasm from you. You were right there on the edge. When you were suddenly empty. You look up at him pouting at the loss of you release.

“sorry sweetie youre going to have to wait a little longer after being so bad this morning,” he smirked knowing that you were just putty in his hands. He took a step back pulling down his shorts and boxers finally freeing himself. Not wanting to waste the precious time he had he turned you around placing your hands on the door as he bent you over. He bit his lip at the sight of your ass peaking out from under your skirt and your pretty pussy dripping for him. If he had the time hed gladly kiss you down there and make you come on his mouth. But alas not right now. He aligned his throbbing monster of a cock with you soaking entrance. Easing himself in giving you plenty of time to adjust. Hot tears pricked your eyes at how full you felt. Never getting used to how much your boyfriend always filled you.

“Are you ready sweetheart,” he asked as he grabbed your hips tightly.

“Yes Sir,” you moaned softly. Ushi began his thrust starting with a slow pace before finally slamming himself into you. Causing a choked moan to escape your lips. He began to pound into you furiously, “Aaahh Toosh-,” your loud moan was cut by his hand finding it place over your mouth.

“Shhhhh love,” he chuckled. “not so loud, we dont want to be caught now do we?” He kept your mouth covered not convinced youd be able to suppress your moans yourself. The rhythm he set was unrelenting. You quickly found yourself on the edge again. Using his free hand the ace rubbed your sensitive bud send your crashing into your intense orgasm. He helped you ride out your high as you clenched around him. Knowing he wouldnt last much longer you knew what to expect as he pulled out and pushed you to your knees before shoving his aching length into your open mouth coming from the sensation of your soft tongue moving around him. Emptying his ls milky load into your beautiful mouth. Swallowing gladly you looked up at him from your spot on your knees. His breath was a little uneven as the pet your h/c hair.

“ You did amazing Beautiful thank you,” he said helping you to stand and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. “i have to go warm ups will be soon” he said holding you tightly. He pulled his clothes up as you straighten out your mess hair. He started for the door.

“Uhh wait Toshi you have my panties still,” you stated.

He smirked. “i know theyre gunna be my good luck charm,” before leaving to go join his team.

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You laid with Ushijima in bed worn out from some post game victory sex. His arm was placed arm your waist and you felt so content. How did you get so lucky to have a man who loved you so much. You were truly blessed. You roll over on to your stomach ready to fall into a nice deep nap, pulling the sheet closer to you. You could feel Wakatoshi sit up slightly ready to start your normal battle that came with sleep. “I dont understand how someone soo small need all of the blankets,” he chuckled starting your usual tug of war battle.

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amive2567 · 3 years

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See you again

Pairing: Shoto x fem! reader

Summary: Soulmates are the people that truly belong to us, but sometimes life is not grateful to us and we have to wait for a life where we can meet them again.

AUs: RoyalityAU! SoulmateAU! ReincarnationAU!

Warnings: Fluff to angst

Disclaimer: My Hero Academia and the characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi.

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Your long burgundy dress grazed over the clean ground of the pretentious palace. The family of yours had a good influence in the noble society, but not as much as the Todorokis. That didn't stop you from meeting the youngest son of the Todorokis. He was now one of your best friends, but little by little friendship grew into something more. The two of you sneaked away from your parents to meet in the secluded parts of the kingdom. Of course everything undercover. A loud bang of a drum got you out of your memories and made you realize that you should make your way into the ballroom. The swaying tones of the orchestra could already be heard in the entrance area. "My Lady" greeted you a porter and took your coat in his care.

With sparkling eyes, you are amazed by the ballroom. "Canapés?" offered you a servent, but you declined politely "No thank you." The servant nodded and went his way.

The dancing people in the middle of the golden room amplified the festive mood. "Have you already found a gentleman for yourself?" asked your mother, who stepped behind you through the open door. "Not yet" You mumbled and looked around for a specific person. "It can't go on like this. You have to ally with someone at least this season. There is no time anymore. You have to have children soon, or do you want our bloodline to die out?" she reminded you. You nod half-heartedly, but in the meanwhile, you were still looking for the remarkable red and white hair. "What do you think about Duke Midoriya, he has a strong army or what about Lord Bakugou, he has the most delicate food, a lot of extravagant cloth and an impressive amount of land." suggested your mother. A sigh left your lips, as you couldn't find the person that owns your heart. "Alright, I will try it." "Don't try kid. Take what you are entitled to." she encouraged you strictly. She pushed you in the direction of the green-haired Duke.

"Sir." You spoke to him. He turned to you with a friendly grin. "How can I help you?" he asked politely, you buckled. "I wanted to ask you for a dance" you told him, in the same time the bright smile of the Duke faded and he bowed his head. "I apologize, my dear lady, but I recently had a riding accident. My legs don't want to work as they should. But I would keep your company. If you would want that, of course?" he stuttered in embarrassment. "You don't need to do that. Besides, I think the lady in the pink and black dress seems to like you." you pointed at the lady behind him. His cheeks turned beet red, he nodded. "She is stunning." he stuttered and walked to the beautiful woman.

You buckled and wanted to get back to your mother, to tell her about your failed attempt, but to your misfortune, you ran into a tall blond man. You immediately buckled deep in front of him. "My most heartfelt apologies." you excused yourself embarrassed. "Tch, stand up." the nobleman sneered. That was Lord Bakugou, the most aggressive Lord in hole Musutafu, you recognized. You stood up again, your eyes crossed a pair of gleaming red. Without looking in a mirror, you knew your cheeks were as red as his eyes. Intimidated you took a step back, he scoffed. "You like to scoff, don't you Bakugou?" you asked challenging. The intimidating Lord in front of you raised an eyebrow in surprise. No one ever dared to talk to him like that. He rolled his red eyes. "Do you want anything else? Or are you only trying to tease me?" he asked roughly with crossed arms. "I had something else in my mind. I wanted to dance with you." you told, but the blond nobleman scoffed again. "I don't dance. Have a nice evening." He left you speechless. Such a rude man, you thought. Disappointed you lowered your head and took your way back to your mother.

She talked with Queen Rei. "There she is. Did one of the gentlemen had the mercy to dance with you?" your mother asked and checked your dancing card. "No, both of them were busy." you lied, your mother sighed. "Anyways, did you heard that the youngest son of the Todorokis got engaged with Princess Yaoyorozu?" she told you excitedly. A knot tied in your chest, as the news left her lips, you could tell that your heart was slowly breaking. "How wonderful. Congratulation." you wished the beautiful white-haired women and buckled deep. She began to smile slightly, but she couldn't answer. "Your highness, it's time to announce the news." told a servant, who bent in front of his Queen. The soft smile of her lips disappeared briefly. "I'll be right there" she answered calmly. She said goodbye with a timid smile.

"Then we should search for a good view." your mother thought as she pushed you towards the middle of the room. Loud chatters filled the ballroom, but they quiet down when a gong sounded. King Enji stepped with his head held high in the centre. "My dearest people, this evening invites to celebrate, especially that my son Shoto Todoroki will finally take his rightful place in the line of succession and this at the side of his wonderful wife, Princess Momo Yaoyorozu." He announced and the ballroom erupted in loud applause.

Your gaze wandered slowly from the loud crowd to your beloved. His face was a stoic mask, but you could see that he is furious and heartbroken. His new wife next to him was beaming from ear to ear. She could hardly believe her luck. You would love to be happy for them both, but it was an arranged marriage, why should you be cheery about it. You fell warm tears forming in your eyes. You left the room with a mumbled apology.

Your feet took you outside on the balcony. The fresh air cleared your racing thoughts. The beautiful future that you two had come up with will probably never happen. Quietly you started sniffing, the tears you hold found their way down your cheeks. "So much for soulmates are forever." you sniffed and wiped away the salty tears. Now you could forget to hang out with him ever again. All the years, the two of you spend together were nothing but wasted time. If you had never met him, he and you could have been happy without each other. Today you hadn't only lost your best friend, but also your lover.

"If you're out here too long, you'll get sick." spoke a voice you knew too well. "Price Todoroki." you shrieked and turned around to the source. "Tears don't suit you, dear." He noticed and came closer to you. "You know we can't meet anymore. You're married. The noble society won't approve it when you met someone different." you reminded him. A crooked, rare smile formed on his face. "I know, but I wanted to ask you for one last dance?" he demanded gently. You nodded, another tear slid down your cheek. Todoroki neared and gently stroked your cheeks to brush away the tears. "Love, please don't cry. Everything will be fine." he tried to calm you down, but his words didn't let the pain in your chest disappear. "It's unfair." you sniffed. The young prince pulled you into a closer hug and stroked your h/c hair. "I know, but we will meet in another life. That's how it is with soulmates or not?" he asked while rocking you back and forth. "Yes, in another life we meet." you repeated his words softly. The sounds of the orchestra pushed through the thin windowpanes, the two of you began to sway to the melody. His left-hand went to your hip. He offered you his right. You took his right hand into yours and your left hand laid on his shoulder. Both of you started to dance around the balcony. Again and again, Todoroki swirled you around. The music shifted, you swayed to the calm melody. But even this song went by faster than you ever wished. You two looked at each other with pain in your eyes. "I promise you we will meet in another life." He promised softly, you nodded in response. "I hope so." Your lips meet, the tears from both of you make the soulful kiss taste salty. After the two of you can no longer breathe, you separated from each other, you wiped away the salty liquid that wetted his face. "See you in a new life." you said goodbye quietly and turned around. "See you in a new life." he repeated your words, even that the both of you wanted to run back into each other's arm and never let go you still followed your given way. This hug is meant for another life.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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On the Mend

Harry Potter- AU

Summary You were always Regulus' little secret. After two years of hiding the relationship fails due to his parent's demand for an arranged marriage. Regulus quickly realizes just how dangerous Voldemort is and deflects to the Order only to find out there are a lot more secrets that he wasn't aware of.

Pairings: Regulus x Reader. Sirius x Remus

Rating: M- later chapters

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“You’re an idiot!”

Sirius screamed. Regulus, meanwhile, leaned back in his chair before turning his attention back to his brother. From the moment that he decided to deflect from the death eaters, Regulus knew that he was going to face Sirius at some point. Today was the day! Instead of jumping into the argument and screaming profanities back at Sirius, Regulus decided to let his older brother rage. This seemed to infuriate Sirius all the more.

“You join the fucking death eaters now you want us to accept you back? You really are one arrogant piece of work!”

Professor Dumbledore sat between both brothers in case one decided to start cursing the other. He finally looked up after seeming to be amused by the argument.

“Sirius, you have made your point.”

He said in a gentle tone. Sirius shook his head.

“I have waited a long time to say this. He’s ruined enough lives and needs to hear it. You should be ashamed of how you did Y/n.”

Regulus finally looked up then. Hearing your name caught his attention. Sirius scoffed.

“You look up now.”

“What about Y/n?”

Regulus questioned. Sirius crossed his arms over his chest.

“So you know her name now? She is just the girl that you dated in secret for two years then ditched her for some arranged marriage that mummy and daddy signed you up for. Y/n is just the girl that you…”

“Sirius, stop.”

Remus quickly came in. He had been sitting beside Sirius until the other man jumped up and started going on a warpath.

“He needs to know! He needs to know what he did to her.”

Remus stood up and gently put his hands on Sirius’ shoulders as Regulus stood up. Curiosity finally had gotten the better of him. What was Remus trying to keep under wraps?

“What is being kept from me?”

Regulus asked. Sirius and Remus exchanged another look before Sirius crossed the room and snatched a framed photo off of the shelf. He turned his wrath again on his younger brother before slamming the frame in his hands.

“Tell me what you see?”

Sirius had nearly knocked the breath out of Regulus’ lungs. He looked down and immediately froze the moment that he saw a baby in your arms.

“Sirius...I….”

“I know you had no idea. She found out after you married fucking Ambrosia Parkinson.”

Regulus wasn’t able to breathe as he looked down at the baby girl. His “control freak” nature was going into overdrive knowing that this was a situation that he wasn’t able to control.

“She didn’t tell me.”

He managed to get out, feeling the panic attack building. Every negative emotion that Regulus ever felt was hitting him harder than it had the first time.

“Do you blame her? You had broken up with her to marry some pureblood bitch. You’re lucky that you know right now. I wanted to come home to kick your ass but no one would let me.”

Sirius snapped and Regulus put his hands over his face. Regulus quickly stood up as what little control he had on his emotions snapped.

“If I knew...things would have been different! She wouldn’t have gone through this alone.”

Sirius snorted.

“I’m sure Ambrosia will be thrilled to know that her husband has a baby with a secret girlfriend that he was too ashamed to make known.”

“I was trying to keep her safe! I wasn’t ashamed of Y/n. Sirius, you know our parents. They hated the Potters. If they found out that I was dating James’ sister...”

Regulus yelled. He put his hand over his mouth and paced a few times before speaking again.

“It doesn’t matter what Ambrosia thinks. We aren’t together anymore. She figured out that I was in love with Y/n and left.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and faked a gag.

“That is what you get for not growing a pair and telling our crazy family no.”

Regulus spun around. His icy gaze narrowed on his elder brother.

“I was trying to make up for you leaving. I was trying to be the son that you weren't. Now, look where it has gotten me.”

Remus knew that he had to get the situation under control FAST. If he left it to Sirius, Remus had a feeling that both Black brothers would be fist fighting soon.

“Sirius, go get some air.”

Sirius waited all of two seconds before heading toward the door. He stopped for a moment before turning to face his brother again.

“You’re lucky that James is dead. He would kill you right now.”

“Sirius...out.”

Remus snapped. He waited until Sirius was out of the house before turning back to Regulus. The younger man had sunk back into the chair. Regulus was trembling as he looked down at the photo that was still in his arms.

“Talk to me, Remus.”

Regulus managed to choke out. There was no way that he could apologize to Sirius or Remus. Regulus would never be able to tell them how hellish the most recent parts of his life have been. They would never understand how Regulus felt when he stood at his wedding to Ambrosia. He didn’t love her. The last thing that he wanted was to marry her to begin with. He wanted you. Regulus would always want you.

Remus sat down.

“Her name is Renee. She’s 13 months old now. Y/n has gone through a lot over the past year. She has lost you, her parents, and her brother. I would suggest taking things delicately.”

Regulus pressed his lips together before looking down at the baby girl’s photo again. Remus took a breath.

“All I ask is that you don’t hurt her again. If there is any chance that you would go back to your family or Ambrosia...you should leave now. It will be unfair to Y/n and Renee. Sirius and I can take care of them.”

Regulus jumped up. The fury was starting to build right back up to volcano strength.

“I can’t walk away now! I’m not that kind of man.”

Remus motioned back to the chair in front of him.

“Sit down. There is a lot that you need to hear.”

(Meanwhile)

Sirius sat on the front stoop with his head in his hands when you walked up with Renee in your arms. You couldn’t help but smile and wonder if your best friend was nursing one of his god awful hangovers. Adjusting Renee in your arms, you reached down and gently tapped his head.

Sirius jumped up. His eyes were wide as he realized it was you in front of him. Right away he started trying to think of a way to tell you “gently” that Regulus was in the other room having a breakdown.

Renee, meanwhile, was holding her little hands out to him and letting loose a string of happy baby babble. Sirius didn’t hesitate in taking his niece. He pressed a kiss to her messy curls before meeting your gaze.

“Did you have a long night last night?”

Sirius shook his head.

“No, long day. Look, Y/n I need to talk to you. This is big...dinosaur big!”

You flipped your hair over your shoulder before leaning against the stair railing.

“Okay, what is your dinosaur-sized problem today and how can I fix it for you?”

Sirius let his eyes fall down to Renee. The little girl looked so much like her father that it made his heartache. How Regulus could have gone so long without having this little treasure in his life was beyond Sirius. Sure, Regulus had no idea of her existence. There was that but it was still painful for Sirius. Regulus didn’t realize just how much he missed.

Lucky little bastard missed out on waking up at 3 am. Jerk!

Sirius thought with a smile. That was one thing Regulus definitely lucked out on.

“Sirius, what’s wrong?”

Your soft voice pulled him from his thoughts. He took a breath before beginning to speak.

“Regulus is here.”

Your face went to a shade that resembled the Hogwarts ghosts. This was the last thing that you ever EVER expected to hear! Regulus was happy with his new life. He was so in love with Ambrosia (or so you heard.) You still cringed at thinking of that woman’s name. Granted, Ambrosia hadn’t intentionally done a thing to you. She married Regulus because that is what her family wanted.

It was Regulus that you had issues with. After spending two years in a secret relationship that you couldn’t even tell your best friends about; you expected more from him. You expected him to tell his family “how it was going to be” and be the boyfriend that he was in secret.

When he stuck with his family and not with you; you were devastated! Devastated was putting your feelings lightly. Had it not been for Sirius and Remus, you would have gone mad. They stuck with you when your life fell apart. You had lost your boyfriend, brother, best girlfriend Lily, and parents in one fucking tailspin of a year!

Sirius was the one that scooped you off of the bathroom floor when you found out that you were pregnant. Remus was the one that held Sirius back when Sirius was ready to go to Grimmauld Place and start kicking ass.

“Sirius, it won’t make any difference. Regulus doesn’t know and if you turn up and start attacking him things won’t end well for anyone. Just let it go.”

It took Sirius a few days to calm down enough to “let things go.” He tried convincing you that it was Regulus’ responsibility to man up and take care of the child that he helped make in private.

“Why is he here?”

You finally asked. It had taken you a good two minutes to reply. You never expected to hear a peep from Regulus Black again and if you did it probably wouldn't be for anything good. The last meeting that the two of you shared wasn’t friendly in the slightest. It was you screaming at Regulus for not being honest with you and for him not manning up to his parents. You told him very coldly if he thought that you would be some kind of “secret side chick of a lover” he was insane. He wouldn’t be coming to you smelling like Ambrosia Parkinson’s old lady perfume. The last thing that you would do was spread your legs for him when he had a wife at home. There were a lot more cold feelings and angry words that you really didn’t want to think of at the moment.

Sirius rolled his eyes.

“The little coward deflected from Voldemort. I think he got a taste of what Voldemort has going on a chickened out. Dumbledore seems to trust him. Apparently, Regulus has given him a lot of useful information. On a funny note, Ambrosia left his ass. Apparently, it just took him being an asshole this long for her to ditch him. She may have been having an affair on him too...I really wasn’t listening because I wanted to strangle him. I need to work on my temper.”

Your attention went to Renee who was eagerly playing with her uncle’s long hair. The poor little angel had no idea what was actually going on and it was for the best. She didn’t know that her father had no idea of her existence and now he probably felt like the rug was pulled out from under him. All that Renee cared about was pulling on Sirius’ long hair to get her uncle’s attention..

“I see you, sugar.”

He cooed before cuddling the little girl again.

“Did you tell him about Renee?”

Sirius nodded with an expression that reminded you of a child with their hand in a cookie jar.

“I got mad and mistakes were made. Long story short I slammed the picture of her in his arms and was like take a look at this bitch!”

“Bitch.”

Renee squealed, happily. Sirius quickly started shaking his head.

“No, princess. That’s a bad word.”

He looked up at you with an innocent expression that left you laughing.

“I forget that she is in parrot mode. She’s a cute parrot. She isn’t one that is going to stalk after you and steal your soul or anything.”

You couldn’t be mad at Sirius. While you would have liked to tell Regulus yourself about the baby that the two of you shared; Sirius’ protective nature was excusable. In fact, you would have loved to have been a fly on the wall to witness Sirius’ meltdown on Regulus.

Taking a breath you glanced toward the front door that hadn’t opened. You had expected Regulus to be waiting in the doorway.

“I guess that I better go face him and get this over with. Can you keep an eye on her for a bit? I think that I should talk to Reggie alone first.”

Sirius nodded and sat back down on the stoop.

“If you need me to toss him out, just yell.”

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victoria-daydreams · 3 years

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Till Kingdom Come

Chapter Thirteen: A Simple Lover’s Quarrel

AN: Can’t believe I abandoned this story for two, three months. Then again, I only got three notes on the last chapter so that was a little disheartening which made me want to take a break. But I’m back now and slightly reinvigorated to write again.

Word Count: 4.0k

Trigger Warnings: offensive language, racial slurs, racism

Taglist: @nerds4life246, @leahnicole1219

Chapter Fourteen: Welcome Home, Sabine Freemen

"Really Miss Jones, you didn't have to go out of your way to check on Mama," Emile stated.

In all her years, Sabine had carried out worse plans before than the one she hastily concocted last night in bed.

Sabine smiled a little, "I was concerned, your mother seemed so wound up yesterday and I felt obligated to check on her well being," she explained.

"How did you find our home?" Emile asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Well, your mother had said your first name and then your surname. I put two and two together and... " Sabine answered, before trailing off as Emile raised her eyebrows in anticipation. "Let's just say I'm an extremely determined young woman," she finished, with a nod and smiling slightly.

Just then, a maid entered the parlor room holding a silver tray in her hands. Another maid followed behind her, with saucers for milk and sugar. Emile had them place the trays on the table and dismissed them with a gracious smile.

"Miss Jones, would you care for tea?" she asked, taking the teapot in her hands.

"Yes, please," Sabine responded.

She looked around the sitting room, the home seemed quite similar to their hideout in some aspects. And in others, well, it was quite clear the immortals didn't have a decorator come in and acquire furniture in some expensive European store in Philadelphia.

"You have a lovely home Miss Freemen," Sabine commented, bringing her attention back to her older sister.

"Actually, it's Mrs. Freemen," she corrected, a soft chuckle escaping her. "You wouldn't believe how many other Freemen's you'll meet in New York," she added, as she finished pouring the amber liquid into their cups. "Thank you though, this home is big enough for Mama, Papa, and my family," Emile stated.

"Your father?" Sabine questioned, trying to keep her best poker face at the revelation.

"Mhmm," Emile hummed, stirring her sugar and milk into the tea. "It is quite an improvement from a raggedy slave shack, wouldn't you say?" she asked, lifting her cup to her lips and Sabine could only nod. "Papa didn't think he would live to see the day that colored folks would be able to live as dignified citizens of this country, and hold a dignified job being dressmakers," Emile explained, bringing her cup down.

"And here you are,"

"And here we are,"

"Do you have any more family?" Sabine asked curiously, as if Emile wasn't literally talking to her sister.

"I have a husband named Lee, he's out of state on a business trip. I have two sons, Jimmy and Phillip. My oldest, Phillip, lives in Chicago and practices medicine. Jimmy, he's about your age. He's down in D.C. studying at Howard University, he'll be home soon. Lastly, I have...had a..." Emile said, her voice lowering.

"A younger sister?" Sabine supplied quietly.

"Yes," she whispered, placing her teacup and saucer down onto the table with a soft clack. "Sabine, she was only five when she was taken from us, Mama never forgave herself," Emile stated.

"But why? Your mother can't possibly blame herself for her child being ripped away from her," Sabine said.

"You see, the day that Sabine was taken, we were supposed to runaway at night and go up North," Emile explained. "Mama has agonized over the question of 'what if we left the night before?' ever since," she finished, her mouth drawn into a thin line.

"I'm sorry about your sister," Sabine said softly. "Do you think she's alive still?" she questioned, trying to gauge Emile's reaction.

"In my heart, I want to believe that's she still here, that she escaped. But, my mind is also telling me to be logical, and that is no, little Sabine didn't survive enslavement," she replied. "She could be a feisty five year old, you know?" Emile said, a watery smile on her face. "And feisty slaves don't last long on plantations," she reminded grimly.

It was quiet after Emile's haunting statement, Sabine felt as though she lost her appetite. A feisty slave she was, and Emile was right, they don't last long. Sabine knew from firsthand experience. Suddenly, the door opened and Emile and Sabine both jumped back from the table slightly.

"Mrs. Freemen—"

"Goodness gracious," Emile breathed, placing her hand on her chest. "You scared the living daylights out of us," she laughed, and shook head.

"A'm sorry ma'am, but there's an ofay-I mean, white man at the door," the maid announced. "He said he's here to collect Miss Jones and return her home," she continued, glancing over at Sabine.

"Thank you, I'll see my guest to the door," Emile responded, the girl bowed her head and left the room again.

"I presume that this is the same ofay from yesterday?" Emile questioned, a knowing smirk on her lips.

Sabine laughed softly, "Yes, it is," she admitted. "But in his defense, Mr. Greene is alright for an ofay," she joked, standing up from her seat.

"Is he your husband?" Emile inquired, lifting her brow as stood as well.

"No," Sabine answered quickly, a nervous chuckle coming from her. "Thank you for hosting me Mrs. Freeman-"

"Pfft," Emile said, waving her hand. "Please, call me Emile,"

She smiled, "I know I showed up to your home uninvited and completely unexpected," Sabine stated, offering her hand for Emile to take.

Sabine waited for the woman to take her hand, but instead Emile softly grabbed her by the shoulders and kept her at an arms length.

"You know, I can see why Mama could mistake for you for our Sabine," Emile commented, tilting her head to the side. "You do have my sister's eyes," she mused, sighing wistfully. "Do come back and visit us again Miss Jones. I would love for you to meet the rest of my family and reintroduce to Mama when she's less hysterical," Emile joked, removing her hands from Sabine.

"I would like that, very much!" Sabine stated, vigorously nodding her head. "And please, you can call me Edith,"

~~~x~~~

Josef and Sabine strolled through Central Park arm in arm, passing a duck pond as they went. The park was fluttering with life: little girls playing hopscotch, children rolling hoops, nannies pushing baby carriages, couples walking together, and a policeman patrolling the area. Silently, he sent Josef and Sabine a pointed looked as if to wordlessly say, he's watching them.

"How did it go yesterday?" Josef asked, directing his attention towards Sabine. "Was it bad? You practically locked yourself in your room once you got back," he pointed out.

Sabine twirled her parasol, "No, actually it all went really splendid," she answered, smiling wistfully. "It was just a little overwhelming, as one could imagine. I needed some time to myself, that's all,"

"And did you tell Booker about your plan before you took off yesterday morning?"

Sabine shook her head, "Look, I came back in the afternoon and he wasn't there-" she started.

"Yes, because he was searching like a madman to find where you gone," Josef cut in, lightly chuckling.

The sound of a crack of the bat could be heard far off in the distance, a game of baseball was being played as spectators cheered in encouragement.

"I wrote down my sister's address and handed it to Nicky for when Bastien inevitably came back home," Sabine continued, tilting the parasol to shield her eyes more. "And he did," she finished.

"That must of been an interesting walk back home," he commented, with a grin.

"I told him, if he had nothing nice to say then I rather not hear him say anything," she replied. "I suggested he air his grievances elsewhere," she said.

"Oh, he did," Josef smiled, nodding his head.

"What did he say about me?"

"In short, he said what you did was rash, irresponsible, and above all else," he listed, lifting a finger in the air. "He was afraid that your expectations were set too high and that you would be heavily disappointed with what you found,"

"Aww," Sabine smiled. "Even when Bastien is angry with me, he still looks out for my best interests. It warms the heart," she said, giving her parasol another twirl.

"Of course he would, he does love you, you know," Josef replied.

"Yes, I know," she laughed softly.

"Now, I'm going to go that ice vendor to see if I can convince him to let me buy two lemon ices," Josef stated.

Sabine followed his stare to a plump, middle-aged man that had a straw boater on top of his dark hair. A handlebar mustache adorned his face and was waxed to perfection.

She looked back at Josef, "I bid thee good luck then," Sabine joked, as she unlinked her arm for his.

Shooting her a grin, he tilted his brown hat towards her before walking off to the vendor leaving her to her own devices. Sabine subtly rocked and forth on her feet, watching people moseying about on the promenade. She made the unfortunate mistake of making eye contact with an older woman who scowled at her almost instantly. Sabine averted hers eyes away and in the direction of little boys playing marbles, the last thing she needed was some old, white woman making a scene over a supposed slight against her.

Suddenly, a grimy hand gripped Sabine by the wrist and she whipped her head around.

It was a haggard man dressed in a tattered Union army uniform, his hair matted and she could see a wild look in his eyes.

"Spare a penny for a vet ma'am?" he asked, his gray irises boring into her.

Sabine glanced around in a futile effort for help, even if "help" did come, she would not be on the receiving end of it. She returned her stare towards the vet, her eyes widening when she realized the left sleeve to his soiled jacket did not house an arm in it, he was an amputee.

"I-I uh, don't have anything to spare, I'm sorry sir," Sabine said, trying to wrestle her wrist from his grip.

His grip tightened, "What do you mean you don't have change to spare?" he questioned, growing angry. "I fought for your people to be free and this is how you repay me!" he snapped.

"I'm sorry sir but I don't have anything to give," Sabine repeated, successfully snatching her wrist away.

The vet sneered, "Uppity negro bitch!" he spat, before hobbling away to beg elsewhere.

Sabine placed her hand on her chest to still her pounding heart, briefly closing her eyes and exhaling deeply.

"Look at what I got!" Josef cheered happily, his voice approaching her. "Two lemon ices, I think my Italian impressed the vendor, he's probably never seen a colored man that spoke the language fluently," he chuckled, as Sabine reopened her eyes. "It's not Delmonico's, the lucky bastards," Josef continued, referring to Nicky, Andy, and Bastien who were meeting someone that had work for them. "Sabine, are you alright?"

"Better now, I was accosted by a man-"

"Where is he?" Josef cut in, his expression turning serious.

Sabine closed her parasol and hanged it from her wrist, "Don't," she warned, taking the frozen treat from him and linking arms. "He's a homeless war vet and white, you're not going to win this fight," Sabine stated, patting his bicep.

"I was just goin-"

"No, what we're going to do is imagine all the meals we would be eating right now if we were allowed into Delmonico's," Sabine corrected, looking up at him expectantly. "I'll start, I want lamb chops, whole plates of them,"

Josef turned away from her and looked down the path in hopes of finding the assailant, but he was long gone, lost within the crowd of people.

Sabine tugged on his arm, "Indulge me, please," she said softly.

He sighed heavily and began leading her away, "I want a steak," he stated, making Sabine giggle. "A big, juicy steak,"

"And what would you have with that steak of yours?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, the creamiest mashed potatoes one could dream of,"

~~~x~~~

Within the time frame of less than a week, this evening marked the night that Sabine was going to meet the rest of her family. During her afternoon tea with her sister yesterday, Emile had told Sabine that her husband and son were both coming home today and she wanted her to meet them. Not to mention, Emile had also believed that enough time had passed that Mama had recovered from the shock of seeing Sabine, and they could be properly introduced now.

"Can you tie this?" Sabine asked, looking over her shoulder.

Her bedroom was illuminated by the few kerosene lamps that sat on top of her dressers. Sabine heard movement behind her before feeling fingers slowly trail down her back and began to lace up her corset.

"You never dress this way for me," Bastien complained.

She chuckled softly, "We don't go anywhere that I'd have to," Sabine pointed out, feeling him tug on her from behind. "Plus, you're dressed to the nines yourself," she reminded, glancing over her shoulder. "You never dress this way for me either," she added, wincing a bit when Bastien pulled the laces tight around her torso.

"Sorry," he apologized immediately, noticing her body tense. "I wish we could dress up more like this," Bastien stated, finishing his work.

"Technically, we could," Sabine responded, affixing a bustle to herself.

Bastien made his way towards her bed where her evening gown was laid out. The dress was green and made of silk taffeta, the neckline was round and the sleeves short. Making his way back towards her, Sabine raised her hands in the air as Bastien lifted it over her head, careful not to mess up her elegant updo. The dress slid on easily and a vast of silk fell onto the floor, covering her feet and trailing behind her.

"Yes, but I want to actually take you somewhere," Bastien said, buttoning the back of her dress. "I want to take you somewhere special, to show you off to the world, without all the stares and scowls," he finished, kissing Sabine's neck.

Sabine turned around and faced Bastien, "Like the two of us being able to sit together in box seats at the opera?" she hinted, with a slight chuckle as she smoothed the dress down around her undergarments.

"Sabine if I could, you know I would," he insisted, grasping her waist.

"I know, I know," Sabine replied, nodding her head understandingly. "This job is a 'whites only' type of a job, meaning Josef and I are out commission. While you three get to infiltrate high society and all the luxuries that come with it," she continued, lightly gripping onto the lapels of his tailcoat. "Have fun with all those stuffy, rich ofays," she wished, a smile peeking from her lips. "Josef and I will enjoy dinner with my family," she finished.

"About this dinner..."

Sabine looked downward, "You don't agree, I know," she said, finishing his sentence with a sigh.

"It's not that," Bastien corrected, lifting her chin to look at him. "I'm worried you're moving too fast, that you're losing yourself in the moment," he explained, enclosing his fingers around her biceps.

"Well of course I am," she agreed. "This is a second chance at being a family-"

"Sabine you're immortal," he interrupted softly, Sabine's mouth opened to argue. "Please let me finish," he requested. "You cannot recreate or rebuild the relationship you once had with your family," Bastien stated firmly, shaking his head.

She looked away from him, biting down her lip. Sabine felt her nose burn with the tears she was holding back from Bastien's bluntness.

"I can try," she countered, her voice cracking.

Bastien took her chin in his hand again and turned her face to him, "I'm sorry, Sabine. I'm so, so sorry, but you can't," he said, cupping her cheeks in both his palms.

"It's not fair," she choked, tears threatening to fall.

Bastien wrapped his arms around her, holding her head to his chest while he stroked her back.

"I know you want this reunion to be like a fairy tale, where you get your happily ever after," he began. "But we don't get those, and I'm sorry fate has chosen this path for you, because you don't deserve it Sabine. You don't," he finished, looking at her sadly.

Tears that she promised herself wouldn't show start to flow down her cheeks and he wiped them away with his thumbs. Sabine let her forehead rest against Bastien as he held her. She was sure Bastien could feel her crying. They stood in silence for several minutes, save for the occasional sniffle from her. When she shed her last tears, she removed her head from his chest slightly.

"I just want this so badly, Bastien," Sabine said, her voice above a whisper. "It's a bittersweet dream come true,"

"I know," he murmured, kissing her forehead.

Sabine sighed, resting her head on Bastien's heart, her grip tightening a little around him.

"I know I don't express my love verbally," she began, slowly bringing her gaze upwards to Bastien. "But I do love you, Bastien," Sabine stated. "And I'm grateful that you're being supportive towards me, even if you disagree," she finished.

Bastien let out a soft exhale, his eyes shining in such a way that Sabine never seen before. Cupping the back of her neck with his other hand, Bastien leaned down and placed a light kiss on Sabine's lips, so tender. The kiss was not deep, they only moved their lips against each other’s slowly. After a few more sweet kisses he pulled back once again to rest his forehead against hers.

He smiled warmly, "Say it again," Bastien said.

"I love you Bastien," Sabine repeated, softly grinning. She kissed him again on the lips. "I love you," she kissed him on his right cheek. "I love you," she kissed him on his left cheek. "I love you," Sabine stood on her tiptoes, kissing his nose and forehead. "I love you..." she whispered, capturing Bastien's lips once more.

Tilting her head, Sabine deepened the kiss and Bastien returned the gesture in equal vigor. His hand traveled from her neck and down to her waist, lightly wrapping around it. Slowly, they parted from one another and she stared into his blue orbs, seeing them gleam. Sabine wondered what it was about Bastien that made her feel this way, was it his loyalty, his compassion, or his devotion. Whatever it was, Sabine hoped that it would last forever for she had never been so happy, content, and in love than ever before.

"I will never get enough of you," Sabine said, nudging her nose against his with a contented hum.

"Neither will I," Bastien whispered, almost non-audible. "Now, go enjoy your dinner,"

~~~x~~~

Hearty laughter echoed in the dining room along with the clinking of utensils on dinner plates.

The first course, a soup of creamed mushroom, had been served and conversation at the Freemen table had flowed pleasantly, giving controversial topics a wide berth. Thankfully, Sabine and Josef were seated next to each other, putting her at ease that she was close to a familiar face. On her left, sat Jimmy, a charming young man. Sabine could tell he was a bit of a rake due to his constant double entendres that were just enough to remain both humorous and respectful. Despite all of that, she found herself feeling refreshed at his conversation. He talked of his various travels and the people he met with great excitement.

"Miss Jones," a booming voice called, causing Sabine to look up from the rim of her wine glass.

She met the eyes of her father, who sat at the head of the table. Fine, gray hair haloed his head, instead of the thick curls he had passed down to her. His face was lined with heavy wrinkles, an indicator of the hard life he had been through, but there was one thing about him that hadn't changed. It was his eyes. Those same kind eyes sparkled with spirit even though forty-four years had passed since she last seen them.

"Emile has been telling me that you're a ward to a white woman," he stated, just as the second course was being served.

A hush fell across the room, everyone's attention turned towards her awaiting her response.

Sabine briefly glanced at Josef, "Please, call me Edith, Mr. Freemen," Sabine said, placing her glass down onto the table. "And yes, it's true, I'm Mrs. Scott's charge," she answered.

Emile's husband, Lee, raised his eyebrows. "I'm curious as to why she would take a colored girl into her care," he said.

"Maybe she wants to relive the glory days," Jimmy suggested, before sipping from his wine.

"Jimmy!" Emile admonished, glaring at her son.

Sabine shook her head, "It's fine Emile, I wasn't offended," she reassured. "My parents died when I was very young, I believe sickness took them both," Sabine said.

"You poor child," Mama commented softly.

"I was in a orphanage when she found me," Sabine informed. "She was a lonely, childless, war widow and wanted a companion. I don't know what made her go to a colored orphanage, but I suppose it was just luck of the draw for me," she recounted. "She has treated me as if I were one of her own ever since, and for that I am grateful," Sabine finished, telling her "life story" to everyone.

"Quite the life you have lived," Papa said, Sabine only nodded in agreement. "What about you, Mr. Campbell?" He asked, turning his attention to Josef. "How did you come to meet Edith here?" he questioned.

"I'm the family doctor," Josef replied, sitting up in his chair. "Mrs. Scott knew how white doctors would treat Edith, or should I say, wouldn't treat her. So, Mrs. Scott employed me for my services," he explained.

"An excellent profession Mr. Campbell!" Jimmy cheered, sending a smile his way. "We need more colored doctors in America," he added.

"I've been meaning to ask Mr. Campbell," Emile began. "Are you from this country? I've seen hundreds of colored men and none look quite like you," she pointed out.

"No," Josef responded, shaking his head. "I'm from Africa,"

"The Motherland," Mama hummed, her lips curving upwards.

"What about that man you left with Edith? One of the maids noted he had a slight accent," Emile recalled.

"Oh, that's Mr. Greene," Sabine named. "He's French,"

"You have a white butler?" Jimmy asked, chuckling in amusement.

"Now that, would be a sight to see, but no, Mr. Greene is not our butler," Sabine clarified, laughing herself. "He's my guardian, a second pair of eyes for Mrs. Scott, if you will. He makes sure that I don't get myself into trouble," she explained, which wasn't a complete lie.

"You keep quite the company, don't you?" Lee asked, with a smile. "Anyone else noteworthy?"

"Well there's an Italian," Josef chimed in.

A slight laugh escaped Lee, "My god, all you need is a Chinaman and you all would make quite the colorful party," he said.

"We would, wouldn't we?" Sabine responded, joining in with his laughter. "That's actually why we moved from our previous home to New York," she stated. "Less stares here and easier to get lost in the crowd,"

"How long do you all plan on staying here?" Mama asked curiously.

"Just until the beginning of next year," Sabine answered. "Mrs. Scott wants to go Europe,"

"It seems we have no choice but to treasure every second we spend with you, Edith," Mama declared, smiling warmly at her.

Sabine grinned back, "I wouldn't have it any other way," she agreed.

"Plus, it would do you some good wouldn't it Edith?" Jimmy began. "Spending time with folks who look like you,"

"We'll be your home, away from home," Emile said. "A second family," she finished.

"Oh, if they only knew," Sabine thought.

Sabine picked up her wine glass, "Emile, words cannot describe how happy that would make me," she grinned, before raising her glass. "To the Freemen's!" she cheered.

"To the Freemen's!"

Chapter Fifteen: A Journey’s End

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Nagito reacting to his motherly fem!s/o calling him their "hope" and giving him all the love she's been craving to give him after a long day of school? headcanons please! Thank youu

Anon, are we spiritually connected?? Motherly/affectionate s/o’s are my favorite kind of readers... and Nagito is my favorite character... anon ily

(DANG IT, i’ve realized the texting thing looks fine on website tumblr but is screwed on mobile tumblr,, guys forgive me pls)

Dearie, thank you for requesting! Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovely!! 💗 - Mod Mikan who is a HUGE Nagito simp

Nagito With a Motherly! S/O Who Pampers Him After a Long Day

You had always had a motherly personality - fussing and checking up with your loved ones, always offering to help others and give advice. When you met Nagito at Hope’s Peak Academy and heard how much he despised himself, your instincts immediately kicked in. You worried about how quick he was to praise others but quicker to insult himself. Even before the two of you began dating, you constantly reminded him about how great he was and shot down any attempts of self deprecation. When you two were finally official, the affection just tripled. Good morning and night texts, hugs, kisses, you name it! You even had to start making homemade lunches for the boy because he had a bad habit of skipping meals.

Normally the two of you would take the bus and walk to school together, but today was different. He wasn’t there at the bus stop this morning and when you texted him, he didn’t respond. So now you were panicking at school, worried that something happened to your boyfriend. You had even made his favorite food today…

Eventually class began, but you could hardly focus. How could you, you had no idea where your lover was?! You kept making sneaky glances at your phone in hopes of seeing it light up with a notification from Nagito, but to no avail. You sighed and crossed your fingers that he was ok. You really wanted to give him his good morning kiss and hug!!

Your first period class had ended and you began walking to your next one, clutching your phone sadly when you felt it vibrate in your hand. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Nagito had finally responded! Quickly you scrolled down from the multitude of texts you’d spammed him with.

you

nagito where r u??? bb pls respond im worried 🥺 istg ur getting bombarded with love as soon as i see u again

💗my hope💗

Hello there (Name!) It’s pathetic trash like me made you worry.. But I’m just fine! Just some bad luck today!

Your heart squeezed as you frowned. That made sense, his luck usually caused stuff like this to happen unfortunately. There was one time he got hit by a car on his way to school and you never cried so much before. Just thinking about it gave you a heart attack. Quickly you typed back a response, eyes glued to your phone, muttering apologies to whoever you bumped into.

you no its ok bby i was just wanted to make sure u were alright 💗 also ur not trash!!! i made ur fav food today too love <3

💗my hope💗

Haha, to think someone like me would hear such words… Truly, I’m lucky! I’ll see you at lunch, my hope!

You grinned as you made your way to your next class, eagerly waiting for lunch to come. When the bell rang, you quickly grabbed your stuff and made a mad dash for the rooftop. (The mutual choice of place to spend your lunch period, sometimes people would give you weird looks for spending time with Nagito, which made him apologize and try to leave, much to your dismay.) You began to wait, and wait, but there was no sign of your partner. You frowned again and sent a quick text to him. Maybe if you roamed the school you could find him? You skipped around the halls, glancing at your phone every now and then for any new texts. Soon you were in front of the principal’s office when you heard a lecturing voice inside.

“Komaeda, I can’t even count the number of times you’ve come in late because of some unthinkable scenario…”

“Haha… it's just my luck has been acting up lately sir.”

You frowned for probably the hundredth time that day, it felt impolite to eavesdrop but your heart hurt for your boyfriend. You wished that people would take the time to understand him, he can’t control his luck! You huffed as you walked away, a new mission developing in your head - Operation Give Nagito a Bunch of Love After School.

After school, you patiently stood at the entrance of the academy when you finally saw your boyfriend exit. Your heart began pounding as you bounced excitedly, your boyfriend on the other hand, seemed pleased to see you as well but also tired.

“Nagito, baby!” You called as you rushed over to him and immediately cradled him into your chest, not caring who saw or heard. He was very tall, so would normally be a bit hard, but he was used to your affectionate nature. You began petting his hair and placing soft kisses on his head.

“Ah, to be held by you after today… the bad luck was worth it,” he melted into your embrace.

“Love, let’s go home, ok? Then you can tell me all about your day.” With a bit of encouragement from you, Nagito reluctantly released you from his grasp. You grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it as to not make him feel lonely, and the two of you ventured to the bus stop. On the bus, you didn’t stop giving him love, he deserved it 24/7! You let him place his head on your shoulder and cuddle your side. You spoke in a soothing voice as you told him about your day, which was quite uneventful without Nagito.

As soon as the two of you reached your house, you forced him onto the couch with some warm blankets and began drying his hair. For some reason it was wet, something must have splashed him this morning you assumed. Nagito naturally leaned his head back, your fingers felt so good in his hair.

“Darling, do you want to talk about today?”

Nagito’s content expression twitched as he sighed. “It’s nothing too important… just woke up late, missed the bus and got splashed by some water when it drove past…” he continued to list off the things that happened to him with his usual casual voice, as if it was no big deal. “But I’m sure I made you wait, morning time and lunch time I left you by yourself. You should stop paying attention to trash like me and find some more reliable company-”

“Nagito, you’re not trash, ok?” You paused drying his hair and came around to sit next to him. “You’re not just anyone to me - you’re my boyfriend. I will wait for you however long it takes, I will care and love you for the rest of my life. You are my hope, Nagito.”

Nagito looked shocked. “I’m… your hope?”

“Of course you are! You always call me your hope, why wouldn’t you be mine?” you teased, peppering his face with kisses.

“I-I… thank you.”

“Come here, baby. Lie down.” You braced your back on the edge of the couch and motioned to Nagito to lay down on you. Nagito eagerly took the opportunity, burying his face in your soft chest. His cold skin was a nice contrast to your warmth. You eased him out of his school jacket so both of you would have as much skin to skin contact as possible. Your legs intertwined with his, as you began to place kisses from his jawline to his neck, making him whine in pleasure.

“I’m the one whose supposed to taking care of you-”

“Shh… it’s my job too. You’ve had a long day… just relax in my arms and forget about it, my love.”

He didn’t put up much of a protest as he continued to nuzzle into your chest. “My hope, thank you for loving someone li-,” he paused and changed his line of thought, “for loving me. I… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I love you so much-”

“I’m not going away, Nagi… I’m staying right by your side forever, no matter what happens. Now… take a nap, babe. I’ll be right here when you wake up…”

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➵ request: can i request for a (light-ish) angst w/happy ending (or like fluff but w/ jealousy idk does that make sense?? for 6 + 1 + 17? thank you so much!!! -💙

➵ lee donghyuck x reader | fluff, comedy (?), hogwarts au, enemies to lovers au | 2,773 words | “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met.”

➵ warnings: swearing (shouldn’t even be a warning anymore. i curse like a sailor)

➵ a/n: ur the sweetest little bean, 💙 anon! i hope u like this <3 also, this is written in donghyuck’s pov :D

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“i don’t know what’s so great about him, anyway. like, okay, he’s taller than me. maybe even a little stronger and buffer? but he doesn’t know the first thing about y/n.”

renjun groans for the nth time during lunch. “donghyuck, my dude, let it go. it’s not like they’re dating.” he butters his croissant before adding, “and it’s not like you two are dating either,” with a not-so-subtle wiggle of his eyebrows.

donghyuck glares daggers at his best friend. “shut up, huang!” then, he goes back to sulking.

it’s been like this for a few weeks now, ever since you became all buddy-buddy with one of the students from the visiting school. donghyuck is not jealous, don’t get him wrong. he’s angry because he’s your one and only enemy. but here you are, competing in all sorts of lame contests with the new guy when that’s something you and donghyuck do–or did.

he watches from the other side of the slytherin table as you and the new guy compete to see who could fit the most number of marshmallows in their mouths. donghyuck rolls his eyes, “losers.”

renjun’s ears perk up, “if you’re so pissed, then maybe do something about it? do you know how annoying it is to watch you complain loudly?”

“do you know how annoying it is to watch someone steal your enemy away from you?”

“yeah, i was pretty mad at y/n for stealing you away from me when we were twelve.”

“exactly my point!”

renjun flicks his friend’s forehead and gets up to leave for the next lesson. “c’mon, loverboy, it’s potions time.”

donghyuck reads the instructions, once, twice, three times, before tossing the necessary ingredients into the cauldron. today, the wizards are required to make any potion of their choice, test to see if it works, as well as say why they chose it.

donghyuck chooses to make liquid luck, just because he’s made it before and is confident in brewing it. he stirs the mixture in the cauldron, making sure it’s perfect, before scooping some up and pouring it into a flask. he labels it with his name and house, and raises his hand.

“yes, mr lee?” the professor says.

“i’m done with my potion, sir,” he says a little smugly and glances at you, at the front of the class. you’re already looking at him when you mouth ‘fuck you’.

he smirks; bet you don’t do that with your new “friend”, do you?

“may i know what you have brewed over there, mr lee?”

“of course, sir. i made felix felicis,” donghyuck announces proudly.

“wonderful! now, test it out to see if it works,” the professor says.

“um, sir, i can’t exactly–” donghyuck protests.

“oh, that’s right...its effects won’t be seen immediately. but i know you’ve probably done a good job since you’re not new to felix felicis. tell me why you’ve chosen it, mr lee.” the professor tugs on the string of his reading glasses hanging around his neck.

“oh, yeah, of course. um, i just have the most confidence in making it. i’m not new to it like you said.” donghyuck says.

the professor sighs. “very well. who else is done?”

“i am!” you beam, with a hand raised.

donghyuck watches keenly as you finish stirring the liquid in your cauldron.

“what have you made, y/n?” the professor inquires.

“amortentia.”

the class goes pin-drop silent. no one ever brews the love potion unless they want to confess to their loved one or check to see who loves them. why did you decide to make amortentia? donghyuck prays to all the gods out there that you didn’t make it for the new guy. donghyuck has known you since you were both twelve–he knows pretty much every single thing about you (the new guy doesn’t, but that’s irrelevant), but he has no clue why you chose to brew amortentia. he definitely can’t ask you right now. he figures you’ll tell the professor some lame excuse, and he’ll have to find out by asking you while everyone’s distracted.

“i beg your pardon?”

“amortentia, sir. the strongest love potion in existence,” you say confidently. donghyuck now, for sure, knows you’re up to something.

“i’m not going to ask you to consume it, as that would simply be too risky. why have you made amortentia, young wizard?” the professor walks over to you and takes a look at your potion. he seems to be satisfied by its appearance and aroma.

“i’ve never made it before, so i wanted to give it a shot. i added all the necessary ingredients and stirred it the right amount of times. i think i did well, professor.” you insist.

the professor nods and goes over to examine the other students’ potions.

donghyuck gets up, brushes his hands over his robes and walks towards where you’re seated. he gives the new guy, who’s sitting right beside you, a look of pure loathing, but gives you a slight upturn of the lips. “hey, y/n.”

you give him one look and start writing your report. the class is noisy and the professor isn’t paying donghyuck any attention. “why did you make amortentia–really?” he bends down a little so that he’s eye level with you.

you glance at him again, “why do you care?”

donghyuck rolls his eyes, “y/n, i want to know.”

you exhale. “because i needed to know something.”

“know what?”

you push your chair out and stand up to face donghyuck. you’re nose-to-nose now, and donghyuck has a perfect view of all your features. not that he cares. he also catches the scent of your sweet-smelling lip balm–again, not that he cares.

“donghyuck, what do you smell?”

“what kind of a question is that?”

you clench your fists and huff out a breath. “you’re the single most annoying person i’ve ever met,” you say as if that clears up everything.

the professor, upon ensuring every wizard performed well in potions, dismisses all of them back to their respective common rooms. even though donghyuck leaves you alone after that, why can he still smell the sweet, annoying scent of your lip balm all the way here, in his room?

“i’m going crazy, man.”

renjun shoves his friend away from his desk. the moon shines brightly outside their dorm room’s window, the sky is a navy blue colour, and renjun is busy working on an assignment for defence against the dark arts. but of course, donghyuck isn’t going to let him without ranting about you first.

renjun takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, counts to ten, and spins his chair to face donghyuck, who’s sat on the edge of his own bed now. “i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say this is about y/n.” donghyuck nods sadly and renjun almost feels sorry for the guy. “is this about what happened in potions earlier? look, you know y/n’s obsessed with that lip balm. maybe it’s really strong-scented? you don’t have any proof that it’s because of the amortentia.”

donghyuck groans at the sound of the cursed potion. he didn’t even ingest it, but just standing next to it was enough to fill his stomach up for a lifetime.

“i guess you’re right. y/n always wears that lip balm, but it was super strong today,” donghyuck falls on his bed, closing his eyes as if in deep thought. he gets up suddenly, “wait! if y/n made amortentia to check something...” he trails off, lost in thought. donghyuck groans again and paces around the room.

“donghyuck, do you really hate y/n?” renjun asks.

donghyuck doesn’t have the courage to answer. he simply sighs and crawls into bed, tucking himself under the covers. he falls asleep watching the shimmering moon that night.

“today, you’ll be learning the disarming spell! it’s very commonly used in battle, so it’s a useful skill, nonetheless,” the defence against the dark arts professor says, walking on the small runway situated between the two rows of students. “the spell might seem simple, but you have to concentrate. you have to focus on your opponent’s weapon only. it’s very easy to get distracted while trying to disarm the other, so focus, and you shall be victorious.”

donghyuck glances across the runway and his eyes find yours in the crowd. you raise an eyebrow and point at him with your index finger, before retracting the same hand and jutting the thumb out, dragging it across your neck threateningly. donghyuck scoffs.

“now, watch closely, students. huang renjun, come up here. he’ll be my example.” the professor beams at renjun and pulls out her wand, renjun following suit. he stands his guard as the professor chants, “expelliarmus.” she points her wand at renjun’s and it goes flying out of his hand. renjun lets out an airy laugh, and upon receiving an okay sign from the professor, he collects his fallen wand and goes back to his place in the crowd.

“ten points to slytherin! oh, and you’re going to work in partners.” the professor says, smiling brightly as if this is a party and not a magical defence class. “you may challenge someone to a duel or–!”

“i challenge lee donghyuck to a duel!” you shout, your voice echoing in the defeaning silence that follows your sentence.

donghyuck winces, but manages to regather himself and nod at you. “bring it on, y/l/n.”

you chuckle and gesture at him to join you on the runway. the professor steps down as donghyuck climbs up. you stand a few feet in front of him, in position, wand raised. donghyuck doesn’t even have time to blink before you cast the spell. “expelliarmus!” you chant without hesitating, and his wand gets knocked out of his hands, clattering against the floor of the runway. you smirk and blow air at the tip of your wand.

donghyuck looks at you sheepishly before grabbing his wand and heading straight to renjun. his eyes drift to where you’re standing again, but this time they see the new guy closer to you than ever. he’s saying something, whispering something in your ear, and you’re laughing. laughing because of what he said. donghyuck grinds his teeth and glares at the floor.

“what the fuck was that?” his friend shoves him.

donghyuck groans, “i don’t know!”

later that day, donghyuck runs into you at the common room.

“oh, hey, y/n.” donghyuck glances around the room. no new guy in sight. that’s odd since you've been joined at the hip with him ever since he arrived. you guys must’ve been surgically separated, huh.

“he’s not here. he’s leaving tomorrow night, so he wanted to check the school out. you know, explore and stuff.” you say, making him widen his eyes in surprise.

“who?”

“don’t play dumb, lee. i know you don’t like the new guy.”

he feigns a look of hurt and clasps a hand over his mouth in a silent gasp, “why would i ever hate that guy?”

you roll your eyes and walk to lean against the back of the leather couch. “i don’t know? but i’ve seen the way you look at him. it’s okay, by the way. i don’t care. he’s nice, but he’s...not my type.”

he takes a few steps and stands in front of you. “then who’s your type?”

you look into his eyes as if trying to communicate through them. “donghyuck,” you pause, and for a second he thinks that’s your answer, but you continue speaking. “what did you smell? when i made amortentia?”

donghyuck gulps, “i–uh, peach lip balm.”

the corner of your mouth lifts to a smirk. “do you know anybody who wears peach lip balm?” you inch closer, decreasing the proximity between the two of you to mere centimetres. donghyuck’s eyes momentarily flicker to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

“i–!”

“what are you two doing up so late?” renjun enters the scene with an amused expression on his face. he looks at you two like one watches a tennis match, and his lips are drawn to a smug upturn. “what’s going on here?”

when you don’t answer, donghyuck clears his throat, “we were just talking about–uh, what we learnt today.”

renjun doesn’t look impressed. “right, and i was discussing strategies on how to become headmaster with mark at the library. no, seriously, it’s almost midnight and it’s just the two of you here.”

donghyuck glares at the boy, “fuck off, renjun!”

renjun throws his hands up defensively, “alright, alright. but hurry up, okay? i need your help with the potions assignment.” he’s about to leave when you call out his name.

“renjun, what were you doing here so late?”

he whips his head around, “well, i was at the library with mark. but we weren’t discussing strategies on how to become headmaster. we were just looking at some ancient spell books,” he says, and walks away to his dorm.

you cross your arms over your chest. “so, where were we?”

donghyuck presses his lips together for a second. “i asked you who your type was?”

“nice try, lee. but, seriously, do you know anyone who wears peach lip balm?”

donghyuck clenches his fists. “y/n, fucking hell. you! you wear that stupid peach lip balm. you made that stupid amortentia and i smelled your stupid peach lip balm. you probably smelled whatever cheap cologne the new guy wears, anyway. so why does it matter?” donghyuck heaves a sigh and is about to back away from you when you tug on his sweater.

“wait.”

donghyuck glances at you, “what?”

“i, um, didn’t smell anything that’s to do with the new guy.” you tug on your lower lip, unsure of how to put your thoughts into coherent words, but donghyuck focuses on the fact that you’re calling the new guy “new guy” instead of his name.

“then?”

you’re tongue-tied, but you manage to sputter out a few words. “i smelled lavender-scented fabric softeners and chocolate.” you look up at him through your eyelashes.

his heart stops beating. his brain melts into a puddle of goo. his organs stop working, his nerve endings go haywire. he’s frozen, a block of ice. he’s not even able to comprehend your words. you...smelled...him?

donghyuck’s favourite fabric softener is scented with lavender and his favourite food is anything chocolate. he makes sure to use the fabric softener for his uniforms, sweaters, pants–pretty much all his clothes. and he’s pretty much always munching on those blasted chocolate frogs whilst trying to collect all the best cards.

“y/n...” he says. that’s all; just your name.

you remove your hand from his sleeve and use it to push your hair back. “yeah,” you whisper. “it’s getting late. i better get to bed,” you step away from him.

“no, wait!”

you turn back around, eyebrow raised.

“what does this mean for us?”

you exhale, “it means whatever you want it to mean. you smelled my peach lip balm. i smelled your fabric softener. it’s a lot for me to take in. but that’s amortentia, i guess. tells you what you’re really feeling, without even saying anything.”

“y/n, i want it to mean this. i want it to mean that we can be together. we don’t have to be enemies any more. i...i like you, y/n. and seeing you with that guy, all happy and having fun–it made me,” donghyuck closes his eyes, “jealous. i’ll admit it, but if that’s who you wanna be with, then i can’t decide–!”

“you idiot! you absolute loser!” you exclaim, taking angry steps and landing in front of donghyuck. you push him back, causing his lower back to crash against the back of the sofa. “you’re so fucking annoying.”

“gee, uh, thanks...”

“shut up! god, do i have to spell it out for you? fine!”

donghyuck’s in a pure state of shock when he feels your soft lips on his, slowly kissing him, while also trying to knock some sense into him. he doesn’t waste any more time; he kisses you back just as slowly and carefully. he smiles when the familiar peach scent embraces him. you pull away first, but your angry demeanour seems to have washed away.

“thanks for spelling it out for me,” donghyuck circles his arms around your waist.

you reach to loop your hands around his neck and smile. “you’re most welcome, lee.”

(donghyuck’s hand never leaves yours the entire way to quidditch practice.

“what the fuck are you guys doing?” renjun gawks at your interlocked fingers.

“what does it look like we’re doing?” you ask, tip-toeing to press a kiss against donghyuck’s cheek.

“i could’ve gone my entire life without seeing that.”)

#haechan fluff #haechan drabbles #haechan x reader #haechan imagines #donghyuck fluff #donghyuck drabbles #donghyuck x reader #donghyuck imagines #nct donghyuck #nct haechan #lee haechan #lee donghyuck #mine #req

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kairos-polaris · 3 years

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Eris (demon's daughter) Chapter 3

A bunch of different perspectives. New questions and some answers.

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Tagglist: @liquid-luck-00 @moonlightstar64

Be aware of your own mind. Your consciousness can and will play tricks, so be careful.

Human mind is fluid. Our memories aren't set in stone but in sand. The lines and finer details blur every time we try to remember something important.

Human mind is the most curious thing. The organised chaos of it still fascinates philosophers and scientists. What is our mind if not a cabinet filled with carefully placed memories? We don't know how our mind decides what we should remember or forget, but we know that strong emotions play an important part in that decision.

Humans tend to forget bad things. They don't disappear completely, but stay in the background. This is the reason nostalgia exists and our past may seem better than present.

It didn't happen to Marinette, right? She was sure of it and her nightmares just proved her right. But she forgot the most important rule: don't take everything at the face value.

***

"You did good, my child," Marinette was still tired after avenging her death (killing them was forbidden, but injuring - not) and didn't comprehend praise in her father's words. "I can answer any question. But only one."

Marinette tilted her head in confusion. "I don't mean to be disrespectful, but why? I don't think I did anything to deserve this." Ra's lips lifts up in something akin to a smile. Her words meant his plan was working.

"You showed great strength when fighting. I've heard it took them half an hour to take you down. You are my daughter and you can't forget this," Ra's stopped to let his words sink in. "What is your question?"

"Who was my mother?" The predictability of her question almost makes him laugh out loud. He had expected something better from her. Like, "why don't my assailants have the injuries I've inflicted on them?".

"She was an assassin known as Madame Cheng. A formidable opponent and a strong spirit. She died after giving birth to you. It was a hard pregnancy," Ra's can see a flash of guilt in the girl's eyes.

"Thank you for this information, father. I will treasure it forever."

The girl slowly leaves the room and Ra's congratulates himself on completing the first part of his plan successfully.

***

Pale moonlight illuminated a bedroom. The room is completely silent save for soft sounds of breathing. Only two people are there, a man and a woman.

The woman lays on a pristine silk, white cloth barely covering her naked body. Hickies and bruises bloom everywhere like colourful flowers. Her midnight black hair barely reaching her shoulders is splattered across a pillow. Her skin seems to be glowing because of the whiteness of the bed linen. Beads of sweat on her toned arms and legs are highlighted by the moonlight.

The man is sitting near her, leaning on a headboard. His skin is several tones darker than the woman's. He also much older than her. There's white hair in his carefully groomed beard. He's physically fit and strong. He's sitting there completely lost in thoughts. New ideas, new strategies, new plans. The demon's head never rests, after all. He thinks how defenceless the woman next to him is and it makes his blood boil.

His musings are interrupted by a small feather like touch on his hip. The man doesn't look at the woman, just lets down his hand and tangles it in her hair. It doesn't satisfy her so she seductively slowly raises on her hands to meet the man's eyes. Her smile is small and teasing and it makes the man huff in annoyance.

"Was everything to your liking, oh Great One?" her voice is filled with mirth and there's a strange gleam in her eyes that the man can't identify.

After several minutes of silent stares the man sighs and decides to humour his lover. He moves his hands to her side gripping hard enough to leave bruises. But the woman doesn't seem to mind. Her small sighs hint that she even enjoys that.

"It certainly was, Madame Cheng," his voice drops slightly at the end of the sentence and it makes the woman giggle like a schoolgirl. Seeing her like that made it hard to remember she was one of the most skilled assassins in the world. Only her stature and white webs of scars reminded him of her lifestyle.

"Why wouldn't you use my name, beloved? We've been married for a year and you still use my alias," Madame Cheng is a formidable woman and she doesn't pout. No, sir, you're just seeing things.

"It's a name you've chosen and made for yourself. Your name was given to you by your parents," he stops mid sentence to change their position. Now he was on the top. "And you killed everyone who knew it to ensure nobody will ever know it. Only people you trust can use it."

"Marriage is supposed to be a sign of trust. I met you almost twelve years ago. I trust you not to kill me every night we spend together. I know you can kill me without any weapon and I know you always have a dagger with you. I… I like my name and would like you to use it. Please."

There's a dangerous gleam in the man's eyes and she needs several moments to stop shivering. That's what she gets for forgetting who her lover is but it was so easy. "I will use your name after you give birth to a boy."

His words leave a bad aftertaste in her mouth and even the man's hard kisses can't erase it. "It won't last. His gentleness won't last." Marrying the Demon's head may be her fall but she will mourn herself later. Now, she's losing herself in lust and please. She tries to not think that some parts of her won't return.

***

Talia remembers Madame Cheng clearly. She always admired the woman who became a mother figure to her.

Madame Cheng was more intelligent than most people gave her credit for and she knew Ra's al Ghul better than she let on. Talia compared her to an actress because she acted so different in front of her husband. Only in the privacy of Talia's room did she let down her walls. It made Talia feel special.

Madame Cheng was smart and she knew what kind of man Ra's al Ghul was and what he wanted from her, so she acted accordingly. She could read his mood perfectly. She gave him what he wanted because her survival and well being depended on it.

That's why Madame Cheng was preparing for the worst after she found out that she had given birth to a girl.

"But you can have more children!" Talia tried to argue. The woman laughed bitterly and shook her head. Her laugh slowly morphed into tears.

Talia didn't know what to make of her reaction. Sure, father wasn't satisfied when he heard that Madame Cheng had given birth to a girl, but he loved her. He would give her another chance, right?

"Childbirth was hard for me. I didn't get help fast enough and there were...some consequences. I can't have children anymore," she patiently explained.

"What are you preparing for?" Talia asked, feeling tears in her eyes. "He won't kill you! He loves you."

Madame Cheng sighed and took a breath to calm down. She got down on her knees and looked straight into Talia's eyes.

"Your father, my husband doesn't love me and...never did. It took me some time to understand that, ya amar. I was too naïve and blinded with his affectionate words. I thought I was special," Madame Cheng chuckled at that thought.

"Was it a marriage of convenience to him then?" Talia didn't know how to feel about this. On one hand, she knew that their union was beneficial to the League. Their child would be strong and healthy, a perfect heir. Everything would be perfect. It would be if Madame Cheng gave birth to a boy. And that was what made everything so confusing. Talia loved and adored Madame Cheng and she didn't know what she would when the woman died.

"Yes," the answer is barely a whisper but still so loud in the complete silence of the room.

"So you are just giving up?" Anger was swirling in her veins and Talia couldn't, didn't know how to get rid of it. "We can fake your death, create a false identity. There must be a way!"

Madame Cheng just shook her head and embraced the girl as tight as she could without hurting her. "Ra's will do everything to find me. He won't be satisfied until he sees my corpse," Madame Cheng noticed Talia's questioning look and continued: "He knows we're close and he doesn't want a stray element influencing his heir."

"What can I do for you?" Talia whispered brokenly.

"Talia, look at me. Talia, please, look at me," when the teen didn't move to meet her eyes Madame Cheng softly turned her head. "I know you're sad and angry but turning away from me isn't a solution. You won't get any closure if you continue avoiding confronting your feelings. They will always stay with you like invisible baggage."

"Would he really kill you because you can't give him an heir?" Talia knew she was grasping at straws but she couldn't stop.

"He refused to call me by my name until I gave birth to a boy. I should have known how little I mean to him. And I won't be useful for a very long time. And the League doesn't condone and," she explained. "Can you promise me something?"

"Everything!"

"There's no need for that, ya amar. Promise to me you will be safe. Promise to me you will protect Marinette and yourself. Promise to be a better person and mother than your father or me. Promise me you will leave one day. Promise me you will be happy. And that's all I want."

"I promise, I promise, Madame Cheng," and in that vulnerable moment for both of them Talia never felt more confident in something. It was time to make an escape plan.

Almost a year after that conversation Madame Cheng was sent to Bialiya. The mission should have been easy to a professional like Madame Cheng. And it would be if the woman were healthier.

It didn't matter how much Talia begged her father to resurrect Madame Cheng. He didn't even bother to find her body for a proper burial!

Talia wanted nothing more than to cry in her bedroom for days straight. And why wouldn't she? The only person who had genuinely cared for her was dead. Unfortunately, mourning Madame Cheng so openly wasn't on option. First of all, she would show her weakness. And secondly, she had a sixteen months old Marinette. The baby couldn't even cry to mourn her own mother. She simply didn't understand what had happened to her.

That day Talia promised to herself dhe would teach Marinette everything Madame Cheng had taught her. She would never come close Madame Cheng but the baby deserved some love. Even if only from her older sister.

***

Emilie Agreste was a strong and independent woman. She didn't need her husband to approve her choices. If she wanted to spend time with Amira, she would do exactly that, Gabriel!

"She was sent to kill me, Emilie. She's an assassin. Butterfly is the only reason I am alive. You can't let your guard down. She will use your kind heart for her own gain," Gabriel explained his point of view.

"She. Is. A. Child! A child that doesn't know anything better. It wasn't her choice. I'm sure her parents did that for her," Emilie's heart bled every time she thought about the amount of trainings the girl had to go through. "And you can't stop me. I will go to her right now!"

Emilie turned away, her dress flaring dramatically after her. She grabbed the door handle, but the doors didn't open. Emilie could feel how she was and could hear Gabriel's exasperated sigh. "Oh great, because pushing doors you have to push to open is very dramatic," Emilie softly murmured to herself.

After capturing Amira they left her in an old bedroom. Gabriel made sure she couldn't open windows without alerting them and activating security before leaving her alone.

Emilie thought that the room was beautiful but wasn't sure Amira had the same opinion on it.

When she arrived Amira was laying on the bed, completely free from bounds. The girl looked bored but Emilie could see how tense she was.

"How are you, Amira? I came here to help you," now the girl was suspicious. Her tenseness was more obvious and Emilie silently berated herself for such poor choice of words.

"I know it wasn't your choice to become an assassin. I want to give you a little bit of love, Amira."

When the silence became too much to bear Emilie decided to continue talking. Even if it meant talking to herself. She told Amira stories about her family and how much she loved them. How Gabriel could be so annoying! And how talented Adrien was.

Amira slowly leaned away and laid on the bed. "Are you tired?" asked her Emilie but the girl just nodded. "I will let you have some rest."

The girl just silently hugged her. Emilie counted it as a victory. She slowly left the room activating security once again.

"Did you check your pockets?" Gabriel's voice made her jump from surprise. Emilie nodded in denial and silently checked her pockets. Nothing was missing, except...for her phone. "Judging from your face that girl has stolen your phone."

Emilie felt so heartbroken she couldn't answer. It must have shown on her face because Gabriel softened. "I will go and take back your phone, love. After that I'll make you a cup of tea."

Emilie didn't notice anything. She didn't notice when her husband returned with her phone. She couldn't recall how they had ended up in their kitchen. Emilie couldn't remember how she had got a cup of tea.

"I don't blame her," she whispered so softly that Gabriel wasn't sure he had heard hee right. "I don't blame her for trying to escape. She doesn't know us. Why would she want to stay here?"

Gabriel just resignedly sighed. His wife was being too kind to that brat. He decided to not comment but his silence made Emilie more confident.

"Yes, I won't give up on her. I will do everything to deserve her trust," Gabriel could see fire in his wife's eyes. The very one he fell for years ago. Only now it wasn't directed at him but the brat that tried to kill him. It made him older and wearier.

"I know you will get through her shell," Gabriel didn't believe in that. He knew the girl would attack Emilie if she hadn't seen his butterfly. He knew she knew what he had wanted to say.

***

Talia knew she was a bad older sister. A good sister wouldn't sit idly and drink tea while her little sibling was suffering! And Talia couldn't even do anything to help her (she checked three times before giving up).

"Why would you do that? Why?" Talia asked herself. "Was I not…"

But then she clearly heard Madame Cheng's voice in her head: "We both want her to be happy. You have to be honest with yourself. Are you angry because she left or are you hurt because she didn't take you with her?"

No matter how much she tried Talia couldn't answer that question. If she did, it would open a can of worms. She would have to answer more questions. Who did she love more? Her father or her sister? What did she value more?

But it didn't matter right now. Talia will be there for Marinette. She will protect her baby sister.

***

Sometimes Emilie Agreste was a mystery even to her own son. Nobody explained to him why she had spent so much time in one of the bedrooms. Adrien didn't know why she was so sad after she had stopped visiting that room.

Every answer he got was too vague. "I'm mourning missed opportunities, my heart."

Adrien tried to not think that it was about a girl he had seen once in family's gardens. Her appearance blurred in his mind with time but he could remember midnight black hair and sky blue eyes. Adrien could admit she was pretty but he hated the fact that his parents refused to tell him anything about her.

After Adrien understood that his questioning wouldn't give him any answers he decided to move on. It was quite easy. His mother disappeared not so long after his decision to stop pestering them about the girl in the garden. His father closed himself in his office and Adrien had to make an appointment to see him.

Adrien didn't understand why meeting Eris had brought back memories about the garden girl.

"Why are you calling yourself Eris?" Adrien blurted out. In his defense it wasn't every day that he met superheroes.

"Eris is a greek goddess of discord. I wield the Miraculous of Destruction. I thought it was a fitting name," Eris sighed and tiredly rubbed her forehead. "One day I will make an official statement regarding my alias. Everyone asking why like they are banned from Google. Annoying."

"I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't know what to say," Adrien was really sorry. He knew how annoying it was to repeat things. He wanted to ask her about being a hero. He would ask "how does it feel to fly in the sky" and "how does it feel to be free". But Adrien is a perfect boy and perfect boys don't ask such questions. His words about freedom could be used against Gabriel.

#maribat #future dickinette #angst #i love hurting characters #referenced character death #eris (the demon's daughter)

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A Dozen Ice Cream Cones (Dante x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Patty wants to know what happened to the girl who offered Dante his very first strawberry sundae. But to know the rest of the story, she must erase the dozen ice cream cones from Dante's tab. (Part 2 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1)

Tags: Pre DMC3 Dante / Dante is Tony Redgrave / Flirting / Lost Friends to Lovers / Implied Sexual Content / Explicit Language

Author’s note: You wished for Part 2, there it is ;-) If you want to place this part of the story in the DMC timeline, I'd say that it is shortly before DMC3. Dante is roughly eighteen (and so is Reader) and still goes by the name Tony Redgrave. Again, the Dante who is talking to Patty is definitely post DMC Anime. I decided not to give many details about him so that he could be the one of your choice. Can definitely do a part 3 if you want.

MISSION 2

Dante was about to get fleeced. He could feel it in his guts, which had somehow developed this strange ability to knot tightly in his stomach each time he was about to lose. Probably the result of so many years of bad luck in gambling. And yet, Patty’s eyebrows were weirdly furrowed as she was quietly eyeing all of the cards in her hands. She had to have a straight flush. Dante had no doubt about that. So why wasn’t she playing? “You know, Dante. I was thinking …” “Not again.” The man grumbled, wondering why she was taking her time. But Patty had learned to ignore Dante’s sudden irritations long ago, knowing they were always brief and harmless. “You didn’t stay friends, right?” Dante arched an eyebrow and stared at the girl in front of him as she was sitting still, big blue eyes fixed upon his face, patiently waiting for the answer to her unexpected question. “What are you talking about?” A sigh escaped his mouth. He knew what she was talking about. He just wanted to elude the answer. But the little blonde was not one to easily give up. “With the little girl. The one who made you first strawberry sundae. You didn’t stay friends. Why?” “What makes you think that?” Using a question to avoid an answer. Yes, could work. “Well, if you had a friend making you strawberry sundaes for free, then you would not spend an unreasonable amount of money on them. So, I’m guessing she must not be around anymore.” Patty was perceptive. Dante could give her that quality, for sure. Though right now it was more a bother than anything else. “What happened?” “She moved on with her life.” was the only thing that he felt like answering as he quietly stood up to take a beer in his fridge, certain that this was just the beginning of another long questioning. “So you never saw her again after that night in the diner?” Patty asked as she watched Dante slouch back in the couch, taking his cards back in his hand to cover whatever expression Patty was trying to spot on his face. “Yes, I did saw her again.” He finally confessed, eyes on the dog-eared Queen of Hearts he was grazing with his thumbnail. “Then tell me!” The girl begged, unable to resist the excitement growing in her body any longer. “ Why would I? Don’t you have any stupid soap opera to watch?” “ The TV’s broken… AGAIN.” She complained but he couldn’t care less. He had no money to afford buying a new one or fixing this one. Plus, there was nothing worth watching on TV so …“Come on. I’ll erase the dozen ice creams cones from your tab if you do.” Dante looked away from his cards with a sudden tiny smirk as he noticed Patty on the edge of her chair, impatiently waiting for the new part of his story to begin. “Now you speak my language, Patty.” “ You never do something for free! It’s annoying!” “Are you kidding me? I do a lot of things for free. That’s why I’m so broke and live in this hellhole.” He waved at the place with open arms before taking a gulp of his beer with a grimace. Yuck, it’s hot! And of course it was. He hadn’t paid the bills yet again. “So we have a deal, then. Now tell me.”

A DOZEN ICE CREAM CONES

It was the nineties – perhaps the most awful period for anyone who had even just a small sense for fashion or music - and as the city of Red Grave was still lovingly dancing on ridiculous love ballads on Friday nights, wearing tight crop tops, colourful scrunchies and platform sneakers, Dante – now named Tony Redgrave - was trying to make his place as a young mercenary in the rough areas of the city, hanging in bars serving some drinks stronger than strawberry sundaes (though he would always order one at some point) and in clubs where women would gladly take their clothes off if asked too, mind a few bucks of course (except for Venus. Venus would always flash her breasts for free for her sweet Tony).

“Not sure I want to know that.” “ Oh yes. Forgot the story must be PG-13, sorry. Anyway …”

He was looking for jobs, something that would help him pay for a proper roof over his head and the fancy long red leather coat he had just bought (five hundred bucks but worth every single dime) and luckily for him he knew the perfect man to find him that.

His name was Enzo Ferino. A short and chubby Italian-American broker, probably the best informant in the neighbourhood, one who could smell high-paying jobs for miles around especially those Dante loved to refuse.

“Where was Morrison?” “Can I tell my story please?”

“Come on Tony! You can’t refuse that job. Not another one. Not again.” He almost threw a fist on the counter before he remembered the last time he did so. Two bullets had whizzed the top of his black curly head and he had had thanked his mama for making him so short. “Haven’t you heard the reward? Don’t you see all the zeros on that check, my friend?” Yes, there were four and enough to pay the bail and few rents of the place he wished to rent to create his own agency. But Dante didn’t want that check nor did he want that job. “If he wants to recover a stupid necklace, he can call the cops for that … or a bailiff. I don’t go after silly poker players. I have better things to do.” He took a sip of his whiskey, the third of the night, not even looking at the two men sitting next to him and begging him to take that damn job with pleading eyes. “You have nothing better to do!” Enzo shouted, throwing his hands in the hair like a living Italian cliché. “Please Sir. It’s my girlfriend’s necklace. One she offered me on our anniversary. It’s very precious to her.” The man who wished to hire him declared as he started rummaging in the pocket of his designer coat. “And you bet on it?” Dante scoffed. “Damn. What a perfect boyfriend you are. But that’s still a no.”

The man pressed a piece of paper next to Dante’s drink. A photo, a polaroid, judging by the quality of the paper, carefully placed face down like a poker card, showing that that man was most probably a pro-gambler or at least was used to card games. Another reason not to help. He would probably lose the damn necklace right after recovering it. And yet, Dante took the picture in his hand. Though he didn’t really know why he did. Certainly the curiosity to know what kind of chick that prick could have in his life or maybe the will to use the picture to taunt him about his taste in women. He imagined a prude church girl, some daddy’s girl probably as rich as him, not very pretty but fancy, wearing pearl earrings and silk headscarves matching her shiny shoes. The type of girl that swaggers in the street and roll her disdainful eyes when they see men like Dante (though they might secretly wished he would rumple their sheets).

Patty cleared her throat. “What? Every girl loves some good bad boy once in a while... And how do you even know what that means?”

He couldn’t be more wrong. And he couldn’t be more surprised. He would recognize those big (colour) eyes and that sweet smile among thousands, despite the time apart, despite the years that had turned a fearful little boy into a daredevil mercenary and an adorable little girl into a magnificent young girl. He would recognize them always because they were the first that had made in smile when he thought he would never smile again. “Her name is Y/N. She’s the sweetest girl in the world. Innocent. Pure.” Dante cringed at the man’s words, finding them rather repulsive and somewhat perverted. Something in the way they were rolling off his tongue. “Come on, Tony. You can’t say no to a sweet girl.” Enzo’s sentence was met with a glare that made him shiver but when he saw his partner stand up and empty his glass of whiskey, he somewhat relaxed. “You’re pieces of shit. Both of you.” “Does that mean you take the job?” Dante didn’t bother answer.

But he took the job. Not for Enzo. Especially not for his shitty client. And even less for the cash. For her. Just for her. To finally return the favour after so many years. Because he owed her one. Because she was possibly one of the few humans he’s always respected in his ten years wandering the nighty street of Red Grave. And because she didn’t deserve an asshole like the one she dated to lose something apparently so precious to her in a silly game of cards. An easy job for someone like him but one he despised nevertheless. He hated to deal with humans. They were sometimes worse than demons and you can’t fix problems with them by using a sword.

“Don’t tell me you won the necklace back?” “ I did. Fair and square. Well … almost. I ended up using my sword. Turned out the Mafiosi who had Y/N’s necklace were a bunch of demons who had made a few bars in downtown Red Grave their lairs.”

But once Dante had Y/N’s necklace in the palm of his hand he did something only Dante could do. He refused the reward, refused all the zeros on the check and the chance to finally buy that agency he wanted so badly. “The things you do for beautiful women.” Gunsmith Nell Goldstein had said when she had given him back his guns, all polished and fixed, after he had wrecked them on the job again. “They’re your weakness, Tony. Always leading you around by the nose … or something else.” Perhaps, but he never minded.

And as he watched Y/N approaching the door to her home out of the corner of his eye, a bunch of books under her arms, looking for her keys in her bag, Dante knew he would not regret his weakness for women or his decision to refuse the money.

She looked as sweet as he remembered, as delicate as in the picture if not more. And just as her shitty boyfriend had said, she indeed seemed rather innocent and pure. Almost fragile. Nothing like the girls he had met before, especially those he had seen undressed at Love Planet or in one of the magazines he kept in his drawers. “Goodness grac…” She almost dropped her books as she jumped, surprised and somewhat scared, and put her hand over her heart that had certainly missed quite a beat when she noticed this insanely tall stranger on her doorstep. But her sudden fear disappeared immediately when she recognized the silvery white hair covering the icy blue eyes of the man before her. “Tony?” She arched an eyebrow and he smiled with the same childish joy she had witnessed on his face years ago. And just like that, she was certain it was him. “Hello, Y/N” He offered his hand and she briefly stared at it, remembering for a small instant the time she held out her tiny hand to him the same way, the night they met. And so she grabbed it, genuinely happy to see him again and yet curious to know how he had found her and why he was back after so many years. But when she fell something cold and metallic in his hand she got her answer. “My necklace. How?” “Won it back for you.” He simply answered but that was enough for her to understand what happened. “[Boyfriend] lost it on a poker game, didn’t he?” And even though that didn’t really surprised her as she knew how much he loved gambling despite her telling him not to, it disappointed her anyway. “You shouldn’t date boys who have a streak of bad luck in gambling… Except those like me.” She looked up at Dante’s piercing blue eyes, unsettled by his flirtatious humour, thinking he accidentally let that slip but he definitely did not. Those last words, impulsive and yet somewhat well thought out, had rolled off his tongue with a scandalous smoothness and a self-confidence that had rooted her to the spot, speechless, but in a weirdly pleasant way that made her want to slap herself. “Or especially me. Depends if you like trouble.” With a smug smirk, he stared at her, deep in her eyes, almost … hungrily? She didn’t really know. All that she knew was that never a man had looked at her that way. Certainly not her boyfriend. And who knew such icy eyes could set fire to her cheeks like that? “But, judging by that place and your guy, you seem to enjoy some well-ordered life.”

Not really. Not at all. Her life was boring, plain and dull. Nothing like in the books she read. Nothing like what she had dreamed of. But exactly what her mother had wished for her. She was an adorable daughter, a top student finishing up high school, ready to leave Red Grave with her well brought up boyfriend to start a life many would envy but that she cared little about. She wanted adventure. She wanted excitement. Passion. Frivolity. Freedom. And maybe even some danger. She wanted all that and more. And as she looked at the self-assured man in front of her, she couldn’t help but believe that he had somehow managed to obtain all that. And she wanted to know how. How did that life feel? How could he live such a life? How could she have the same? And Dante noticed that small fire, that tamed lonely flame burning deep in her eyes that needed just a drop or two of gasoline to rage and shine brightly. Something he could easily provide if she let him, if that’s what she wanted.

“Take care of yourself, Y/N” He nodded her goodbye and as he shifted to walk away, she opened her lips to say. “Would you like a strawberry sundae?” And she cursed herself for this, so damn loud in her head. You have a boyfriend! A voice repeated on and on, feeling the temptation in her heart and the ideas of what some people would call unfaithfulness seeping in her brain. But as she opened the door to her apartment, ready to finally kick the boredom out of her life for something else, for something more, the voice seemed to fade. Guess the Devil truly finds work for idle hands to do.

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