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Cross The Line - I

« It’s only after we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything. »

Mina x gn!reader

synopsis - if you promise not to step foot in her hospital again, the line disappears, right?

wordcount - 3K

T/W - resident!mina x fighter!reader. mentions of violence, injuries, food. (reader is involved in an underground fight club) medical environment. angst for now and dahyun guest starring😎

A/N - i have decided to make this into a movie. it serves as a prologue to the series but tbh i feel like you can get it without it if you want. Enjoy!

You don’t know if she noticed you.

The minutes passed by, and so did she; a few times. You watched from your seat as you waited for your name to be called, various scenes from silly incidents to more serious ones, old people to kids...

The place was bustling, you could feel your head getting heavier, only keeping it up just in case Mina appeared. She seemed busy, focused. She must have a lot on her mind.

How selfish would it be to wish you were on it too?

You wondered, feeling the familiar tug at your heart when she took the time to reassure a little girl across the room. You could make out the tears staining her cheeks despite how far you were sitting, and witnessed how quickly they dried up under Mina’s gentle voice.

How wrong would it be to feel jealous?

You shook the ridiculous thought away, just in time to hear your name finally get called out. The voice was familiar, but not the one you were hoping for. Sweet, but not enough.

Your gaze left Mina’s figure to meet her dear friend’s, a nurse you’d gotten to know more than the one you heart longed for. She let you call her by her name, but only if you promised not to overstep the set of obvious boundaries that came with it.

You gave your word, although it was tempting to take it back. Everytime Dahyun assisted in your care, you fought the need to ask her anything about Mina. You only faltered once, anesthesia having gotten the best of you after a long set of stitches.

You had the decency to wait until Mina stepped out of the room before asking about her love life. That’s how Dahyun came to know of this… mess of emotions between the two of you.

She never answered you, but she did have questions to which she tried to pull the answers to from Mina herself a few hours later.

Nearly a year later now, and she was still trying. Pieced a few of them together over time and rare, quiet wine drunken nights, but it was nowhere near enough to uncover the reasons.

The ones behind your visits, not your interest in her best friend. She has glasses but she’s not blind.

Although she did wonder what still had you so hung up after years.

If you knew yourself, you probably wouldn’t be in this mess.

“Do you guys have lunch breaks?" Your voice was quiet in an attempt to conceal how awkward you felt.

You were sat on a similar table as your last time here, only surrounded by proper walls this time. Still as blank and unstimulating, letting your mind roam free and back to Mina.

Dahyun paused in her tasks.

This was her third time seeing you, and it was the first time you’d spoken to her without her needing to pull the words out of you.

She cleared her throat, setting down the tools she’d just used to get your cast off. "We do.” She answered hesitantly. “Why wouldn't we?"

The room fell silent once again as you gazed at your weakened arm, turning her question rhetorical. Dahyun only chuckled at the sight before offering some reassurance, "I'm going to show you a few rehabilitation exercises. Your arm will be back to normal in no time."

You simply nodded, your eyes glued to the foreign feeling in your limb. "Do I need to rest it?"

Dahyun’s eyebrows furrowed at your question, but kept her curiosity to herself. Not everyone has her knowledge, she tended to forget it so she cut you some slack although something in her itched to be nosy.

She watched as you tentatively moved your arm, clenching your fist as if trying to regain familiarity with it. "Just avoid putting excessive strain on it.” She finally said, causing you to stop. “No intense use for a couple of weeks, and it should be fine."

"A couple weeks..." You muttered. This wasn’t good. Money was getting short. “Can I have some paper and a pen?”

It was getting hard to do, but Dahyun concealed her confusion again before fulfilling your request, observing as you used your weakened hand to scribble something barely legible.

“Does that count as exercise?" You playfully questioned, causing Dahyun to chuckle.

“It could, yeah." She nodded and you smiled, glancing back at your writing before handing it to her.

“Hopefully she can read it.”

You don’t need to say anything else. Not even her name. Dahyun knew who you were referring to.

You were sure of it, but she managed to make you second guess - yourself and your own intentions - when she tensed up in front of you.

Her hand didn’t reach for the piece you offered of yourself. As futile and impersonal as it was, you couldn’t help but take offense at her doubts.

“Please.” You muttered. It was pathetic. It felt like it too. But it was worth the discomfort if it meant convincing the woman standing before you. Her silence was painful, it almost made you laugh. She wasn’t even the one you were trying to reach.

Were you even allowed to feel so troubled yet?

Rightfully so. Dahyun took forever to make up her mind, staring long enough for your arm to fatigue.

Part of her didn’t want to enable and push her best friend into what looked like a hopeless abyss. Mina deserved much more. She deserved something safer, easier than whatever you brought to the table.

Then again this wasn’t her place to say. This wasn’t her game to play.

She just hoped Mina wouldn’t dismiss its risks.

—

Mina looked down at the paper in her hand, her features tensed in a mix of surprise and apprehension as she processed the words she’d managed to decipher.

« I’ll try really hard not to visit ever again, so if you ever miss me and have a moment to spare : xx xxx xxx. »

She took the numbers in as they slowly burned themselves into her mind. She tried to suppress that small hope within her as it prayed you’d written them well enough.

Needless to say it was a vain attempt. Her thoughts were scattered and she struggled to compose herself.

“What are you going to do?" Dahyun's voice broke an eerie silence that had settled itself in the break room, and Mina exhaled softly, her gaze lingering on your message.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, meeting Dahyun’s eyes. "It's complicated, you know that."

Dahyun nodded, understanding. Or at least she hoped it came across as because quite frankly she had no idea.

It was complicated, yes, but for her, the next step was a no-brainer.

"Maybe it's worth considering," she offered, her words gentle. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

That pulled a chuckle out of the black haired woman next to her. “Like what?”

“I don’t know, but someone who needs to be stitched up every few months can’t not be involved in something dumb or careless.” Dahyun pointed out, but it only amused Mina even more. “I’m serious.” The nurse chuckled despite herself, “Something’s not right.”

“I can take care of myself.” Mina reassured, “I’m sure it’s nothing too bad. Careless maybe, but not dumb either.”

“How would you know?” Dahyun probed as Mina piqued at the nosiest part of her.

Mina only shrugged though, considering the paper in her hand. The weight of your message briefly pulled her thoughts back to the unspoken moments, the lingering emotions that built and shaped this odd link between the two of you.

"Just a feeling.”

—

“Looking to kill your winning streak?”

The coach’s voice resonated in the warehouse and you huffed out a breath, keeping your eyes from rolling back into your brain only to look at him instead. “What are you being so shy for? Hit it, damn it!”

You stayed silent, your jaw clenched shut to keep the thoughts in your head. The punching bag still swung back and forth behind you as you reached for the small bottle of water he was handing you.

The small ‘thank you’ you mumbled was enough for him to get off your back about respect and whatnot, but he still clung onto it about your arm.

“It’s been weeks, Y/n, you’ve had plenty of time to recover, come on…” He said, opting for a more gentle approach.

The switch up didn’t surprise you. He wasn’t exactly stable, but he was good at his job. Good enough to run this whole thing smoothly. You’d respect him if he weren’t so corrupt, pulling at big kids desperate enough for life to ruin it for them. People like you. Exposing them, showing them off in a violent spectacle only the richest could afford to enjoy.

The scheme was vicious. Designed to make staying in the only way out. To make him the only one you could turn to when life’s biggest troubles got too big to ignore.

He knew you well enough by now to know the gentle card wouldn’t work, but that’s also how he knew he had to give it a shot anyway. If not take action, you could open up.

You could, but you wouldn’t. Not to him. Your relationship didn’t allow it, as much as he tried to shape it that way over the years. Not that he was pushing it, he was decently nice. He cared. Just not enough.

You could feel it in the way he watched you, silent while his eyes questioned whatever you did he didn’t understand - which was almost always linked to whatever didn’t fill his pockets.

The edge of the ring pushed into your thighs as you took a seat there, staring into the space in front of you. Your gaze was vacant, you could feel yourself zone out, thoughts begging to drown into your heart and its selfish desire to burn over Mina’s absence; but the coach shaking his head kept you over the surface.

Seeing you space out was new, but he didn’t like how familiar the sight was getting.

You expected his rough tone to spit at you any second, but he surprisingly stayed calm. Too calm. So your eyes left the void to check on him, and his demeanor was all but reassuring.

You could feel his impatience grow by the second, the frustration practically radiating from him was off-putting, but the silence… It was as scary as it was encouraging.

“I need more time.” You finally said.

The words didn’t please him. They didn’t make you happy either. You’d love to be able to hit that bag as you used to just months ago.

“We can’t do that. People are damn near jumping the fence to see you fight, Y/n, you have to come back.”

“They’ll be fine.” You brushed off, feeling the guilt slowly weigh off your shoulders at the desperation in his voice. Something about hearing him beg, even implicitly.

You suddenly rose to your feet, feeling yourself growing wings as you clung onto the third rope of the ring. Entertaining the conversation seemed pointless, so you turned your back on him to get back to training. Something he made sure to prove as a mistake... He didn’t hesitate to burn those wings at the first sight of them.

He never did.

“But you won’t.” You heard him say. The words were heavy, probably because of how fast he’d thrown them at you.

Your features twitched, eyebrows creasing as you tried to argue, “I’m not ready.”

The weakness was bitter, obvious and unfair. Unfitting for a moneymaker like you. If anything you should be the one dictating things.

Yet he somehow always kept the reigns.

“You never were.”

—

His last words ran laps in your mind.

As hard as you tried to alter their course, nothing seemed to stop them. Nothing seemed to change.

The following days melted into themselves, fogging your memory with nothing but defeat.

You felt disoriented. Hopeless. Hurt. Yet somewhat motivated by it all. Problem was you had no goal to put it into.

This fighting thing proved itself to be nothing but a fickle string of glory. A glory you failed to even enjoy. Sure, the underground and illegal part of it didn’t help, but everyone around you seemed to do just fine.

Maybe you’ll ask them about it tomorrow. How they do it. For now you paced around the room, searching for a solution, only for your brain to come up with thoughts of her. You’d long passed the point of it being and feeling pathetic, surrendering to the insanity of the situation. Your soul yearned for the sense of peace she brought with her mere presence, and her absence was suffocating.

Why? It’s not like you were close. All she did was flirt back, it was no reason to get so attached.

You felt insane. Out of mind. All because of that bridge you’d humiliated yourself into trying to hold together.

Maybe giving her your number was a mistake. Maybe you’d have been better off keeping your distance.

Crossing those rarely ever was good.

—

Later that day, your apartment was cloaked in a hushed ambiance, the only source of light emanating from the soft glow of the TV screen as you absently filled up on what felt like a last meal.

A light, protein heavy collation you had no pleasure in swallowing. The only reason you were doing so was not to pass out mid-fight the next day.

You couldn’t go back to her. Not there.

So you folded into the old routine, only finding comfort in your favorite show playing in the background. It was a nice, fleeting distraction from the weight of your impending return to the fight club.

The night was slowly falling silent outside your walls. Your plate emptied itself slowly as episodes followed each other with few breaks in between. You nearly fell asleep from the monotony of it all, but the sound of your phone vibrating against the table jolted you back to full consciousness.

The screen had lit itself up, drawing your attention to the screen. An unknown number and a message that only made sense after connecting a few dots.

« I have a moment. »

Mina's words, a lifeline in the midst of this mounting anxiety.

Your fingers hovered over the screen, the weight of your feelings pulling them down to write and erase every word that came to mind before settling on a much simpler approach.

« Would you mind if I called? »

On the other side of the screen, Mina’s heart fluttered much to her dismay. Needless to say she was apprehensive, eyes fixated on your text while its content resonated in her mind. It stirred a few feelings she’d kept away and guarded for far too long now.

She wasn’t sure if she wanted to, but she knew she had to try. She owed it to herself. She’d risked too much, jeopardized too much of her sanity over you to leave without answers.

So she called.

This type of adrenaline was nothing compared to the one you got in the ring. The ring, it was cold. Chilling. The things you did, that you’ve done to get to where you were… It was a rush you were getting used to.

This one was different. Warm. Thrilling. It was new. A rush you looked forward to. No matter how much you denied yourself it.

“Hello?” You spoke into the phone after raising it to your ear. The line was silent for a second before you heard the soft timbre of her voice greeting you back.

Three weeks was the shortest time you’d gone without hearing it yet there you were; practically giggling to yourself over the few words you managed to exchange. The first ones that didn’t revolve around an injury or her scolding you for using her first name.

You made sure not to use it though, as you told her about this colorful place you liked to hang at. It wasn’t the most vibrant, but you found the atmosphere to be fitting for a talk. Cute even, if you’d dared to say.

Mina couldn’t help the flutter of her heart, the burning in her veins traveling all the way to her cheeks as she listened to you trying not to stutter over your words as you basically asked her out.

She could - and she would - have agreed to meet you in the following second, but something held her back, unlike the words pouring out of her mouth with no control, “Sounds lovely. But I don’t know…”

A small silence took over the line as you thought, “What… do you mean you don’t know?”

“It’s just that…” Mina sighed, “The hospital—”

“I’m not a patient anymore, Mina.” You cut her off, desperately clinging onto the small opening. Mina could sense that, letting her frustration slip into her tone.

“Yes, but for how long?” Another silence. Heavier this time. Longer. “We can’t know, right?”

Mina’s voice rung through the line, startling a thought you’d been dying to voice out to her.

“You can’t, but you do know something.”

“What?”

“You know exactly why I can’t make sure to never come back.” You partially confessed in hopes she would understand. “Don’t act dumber than you are, Dr. Mina.”

“That’s the thing, Y/n. I’m not.” She sighed. “I’m not. I don’t know why you show up in such states, I shouldn’t want to know as bad as I do, but something about you makes me—”

Mina stopped herself, realizing what her words were leading to. Somewhere a little too real and raw too quickly. She fought the tears begging to relieve her frustrations, and opted for another sigh. One soft, barely noticeable and far too weak to have any effect on her state of mind.

“It feels like I’m playing with fire.”

For the first time since you’d heard it, the sound of her voice hurt. You could tell how much it cost her to say those words. Just above a whisper, tainted by the shadows of her unshed tears. Ever so softly, like it would glide over the lines, the cracks staining the distance and reach you with no consequences.

“Listen…” You started. “I know you’ve been… curious about me. I know you’ve made your guesses, your bets, and I don’t know what those are. I can’t say I don’t care, because I do, but I have enough self-awareness to know they’re not the most positive.”

You paused in order to gather your thoughts. The next words you’d utter felt like the most important of your life. How worthless had it been… “I feel crazy just asking you this - I’ll understand if you don’t want to, but… I just want to see you. Talk to you, anything that’s not you fixing me up.”

There was a small silence again. It’s agonizing, not being able to tell where this was going. All you could do was wait. You were tired of it but it was suddenly worth it all. The pain, the silence, the longing. The quiet tears you let go off in the dark, the memories and wonders of her gentle soul tormenting you days after your stays.

“I want to see you too.”

#twice x reader #mina x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice mina #myoui mina #twice angst

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ptq3000 · 10 months

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bakusquad w/ quiet but caring fem!reader,pt.2

reader still got the portal quirk that allows her to make portals and teleport

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> ok, so we know how bakugo is an aggressive cook. and even though he eats the food you prepare for the class, that doesn't mean he still won't critique you on it

> yes, you guys had multiple cook-offs, which by the way, you have another scoreboard in your room for it. is it necessary..? no. does it make you more competitive? yes. does it provide any other use than to make you want to beat bakugo? well, it looks pretty :))

> sero is a very refined judge in this cook competition that you and bakugo got going. you even got aizawa to also judge, having him as a 'guest star' as mina puts it

> other classmates like iida and yaoyarozu encourage the friendly competition. it is anything but friendly.

> you and bakugo are literally yelling at each other, him more than you. but it's probably the loudest the whole class has seen you and bakugo takes some pride in that

"bakugo, move!" you shout as the pot your holding feels hotter and heavier by the second.

"use your stupid quirk, portal freak." he retorts back at you. you huff as you do. setting the pot down on the other side of the counter, you mumble to yourself, "fat ass." "what did you say." he demands, glancing at you as he plates his food.

as you also plate 3 dishes, you smirk as you confidently repeat it. "i said, fat ass." you grin as you see his cheeks start to go pink. he grunts as he says, "wipe that smug look off your face, you extra."

> there's not enough love for sero, in my opinion

> whenever you and sero hangout one on one, you usually just prank bystanders or the cashier at the local convenience store.

> him with his tape quirk and you with your portal quirk, you make small portals behind people and sero shoots small bits of tape on people. harmless, right?

> you and sero did it this one time to a karen that was yelling at a server in a small cafe, and sero accidentally pointed upwards when he shot through your portal which...it uh..it accidentally grabbed her weave and pulled it off. the karen turned around so embarrassed and immediately looked at everyone as she grabbed her wig. it took all both you and sero's willpower to not burst out in giggles as she looked at everyone in the cafe.

> also, i feel like sero's dorm is the dorm you always go to when you want to be left alone. people always check your dorm first, so you made a habit of hiding in other people's dorms. mainly sero's.

> you always manage to fall asleep. you don't try to! honestly!! it just..happens.

as sero enters his dorm, his face shifts to fear when he sees a figure on his hammock in the dark. quickly going into a defensive state, he instinctively turns the lights on and he creeps closer to whoever or whatever is in his hammock.

"sero... it's too bright. turn the lights off," he hears you mumble.

he sighs and his face softens as he realizes that it's just you. again. for the third time this week.

"y/n, you scared me," he laughs as he continues. "warn me next time." he turns the lights off, and he grabs a spare blanket and lays it on top of you. "goodnight," you both say in unison. he can't help but smile at you as you start giggling to yourself. "jinx," you both say together again. both of you burst into laughing as your tired form sits up on the hammock to look at sero who's on the floor.

"sero." "what?" "jinx, you owe me!" "you little-"

> mina. oh, mina. as much as she loves herself, she also loves to take care of you. multiple skin care nights in her mess of a dorm. if you could even call it a dorm.

> most times, she invites jirou and the other girls over. she always finds comfort in her friends, so doing something she loves with her friends is the best to her. but if you had a stressful week and just want it to be the 2 of you, she's all for that too!

"stay still, babe," mina requests as she applies the last bits of the clay face mask on you.

you stay still, as quietly as you can. which is easy since you're always quiet. you close your eyes as you relax to let her finish her work.

"babe, i finished." you hear her and when you open your eyes, she's looking at you with pure adoration. you smile at her softly as she pulls out her phone. your face drops because you know what she's doing.

"now..pictures!!" she smiles devilishly as she quickly took a 0.5 picture of you. she snorts through her fits of giggles and you yank her phone from her. "no, don't delete it!! y/n! it's for the group chat!!"

> don't want to make kirishima feel left out, so herewego

> kirishima is always the one you can trust. like sure, you can trust all of your friends, buttt, kirishima is the #1 person you go to

> whenever the couches in the common room are crowded, it's normal for you to go over to kirishima. you sit on his lap and he welcomes you with a warm smile, always greeting you with a, "hey babes."

> kirishima, i feel like, would call most of the girls, babe or babes. that's just something they do, so it's something he does. at first, everyone thought you 2 were dating because of the nicknames and sweet gestures. and you do admit that kirishima is very attractive, but you denied everyone's statement of you 2 dating.

sighing as you find no seat yet again, you head towards kirishima with the bowl of popcorn for class movie night.

he has a thin blanket covering him. he smiles as he sees your tired figure and you can't help but softly smile at his goofy grin. you sit yourself on him, adjusting slightly and he pulls the blanket over the both of you.

"hi babes," he quietly greets you, leaning on your shoulder as both of his arms wrap around your waist in a hug. you melt into his touch with a quiet sigh and he places a small kiss on your cheek

> denki. hm.. almost the same as kirishima. some differences, but most people thought you and denki were dating too. and while he is one of your first friends, you're not dating him. damn.

> the lingering stares, constantly needing homework help, him leaving small kisses on your cheek as you do something so mundane. the touchiness and the cringey nicknames. if you were an outsider, you would've thought you 2 were dating. but you're not. sadly..

> he normalizes touching. you didn't realize how touch starved you were until he starts hanging around you. you guys constantly link arms or hold hands. even at group sleepovers, his hand somehow, in his sleep, find your hand as he links them together.

> you even started going to him first, which makes him so ecstatic. he did accidentally set of his quirk on you the first time you hugged him from behind though..-

seeing denki, you smile as you had the idea to go to touch him first. engulf his body in love. that's what friends do, right?

you quietly walk over, not making any footsteps as you slowly wrap your arms around his middle in a hug. you feel jolts of small zaps around your arms and you quickly step back.

"ow- what the-," you rub your arms as they start to feel fuzzy. "ack! sorry y/n, you scared me," denki quickly apologizes as he wraps his arms around you in a warm hug.

"it's ok, just don't do it again babe," you assure. he backs away from the hug, his arms still around you. a smug look replaces his previous concerned expression. "didn't know we were on babe terms now?" he teases. your eyes go wide as you struggle to find words. you bury yourself in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. damnit mina. you really needed to stop picking up her way of talking. i mean, you call everyone babe like she does. that's what friends do. right..?

> ahhh, omg, jirou!! finally, jirou.

> you definitely hangout with her the most. you both have the most inside jokes and you constantly will find yourself laughing at her stupid jokes.

> she's also your go-to girl for any feminine products. yeah, mina keeps pads and tampons with her, but she constantly misplaces it.

> jirou always has her dorm open to you all the time. she has sleeping problems and when you just surprise her with blankets and snacks, she's so grateful that you already knew.

> i feel like you would trust jirou the most when it comes to your body. i mean, everyone in bakusquad is super touchy already, besides bakugo, but jirou is one of the more respectful people.

> like if you needed to change in front of jirou, without hesitation you'll start undressing. jirou either looks away and distracts herself or she changes with you because 9 times out of 10, you're having a sleepover in her dorm. you barely use your dorm at this point.

a colored blob appears in the middle of the room. jirou glances up from her phone to be greeted by you.

"what are you doing here, y/n? it's..," jirou glances at her phone. "2:37 am." she finishes with a yawn.

"and you should be asleep." you state in a motherly manner. before jirou can get a word in, you disappear back into your portal and reappear a few minutes later.

you close the portal as you set down multiple blankets and many snacks on her bed. "i couldn't sleep either, don't worry." you assure her.

"movie night?" jirou asks.

"movie night."

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a/n: AHHHH, the long awaited pt.2!! sorry for the wait :))

#bakusquad x reader #bakugou x reader #sero x reader #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #denki x reader #jirou x reader #mha x reader

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venum0us · 3 months

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Hmm, have you tried drawing Mina in other CEC Eras? (Pizza Time Theatre, Pre-Avenger, and Modern)

I have in the past! I originally meant for mina to appear in all eras but i eventually scrapped that idea since it didnt really make sense to me to have him in the other ones since i use her to selfship. So currently mina is exclusive to avenger era but a while ago I did think of the potential of a ptt mina, who isn't actually mina but more of a predecessor to her (who would canonically be her mom) her name is ramona ringtail and would have been a guest star, so she wouldn't have transferred into the tux or coach era. Also, I think if mina was like. a real character she would have probably just filled the role that bella currently does in the rockstar era? That or some random cameo character. Again, mina doesnt really have a purpose outside of the avenger era but it is fun to think about what it'd be like if he was in the other ones!

Heres some random concepts I've made in the past of different minas... these are all old art and i dont really like any of them but I thought I'd share anyway 😆

#brug #mina macaronie

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ms0milk · 1 year

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𝟐 | 𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

ー✧ prince!bakugou x royal guard!reader

"Magic can manifest a million ways, but from forever til today the only way you ever pictured proper magic was flowing from sweaty palms and jagged fingers."

no cw the Terrible Roadtrip™ pt 1/2, bkg is a huge asshole, i can't promise you won't fall in love with kirishima, you have to put your faith in me for this fic, pls trust me. 3.1k

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Kirishima Eijiro has always been kind to you. A wave, a nod, a sharp smile, he never ignored you in the castle when you happened upon each other, but thinking about it, you’ve never actually spoken. There was never a need and the prince always maintains the perfect amount of hurry to keep his companions from acknowledging staff.

Kirishima likes to dance with the girls who work in the kitchen so they’re too giddy to lecture him about stealing snacks. He likes to sleep in, and for some reason he likes training with his violent prince. Kirishima gets bruises but not cuts and you think it’s probably because of his magic. He sometimes cries while feeding the birds. Now Kirishima crouches so close to you that your shoulders touch and his warmth feels so familiar.

“Like this,” you correct. You stop him from placing another log on the fire before he knocks over the entire structure. Across from you, Sero huddles closer in the chill of evening while Denki investigates the kettle hung on irons to check if hot water is ready. Mina rummages for mugs. Camp tonight is tucked in the clearing of a felled maple tree much to the prince’s dismay, as it’s too dark to read by the sunset under foliage. So he busies himself untacking horses and with anger taken out on leaves, twigs, and the general inanimate.

Early in the morning, just an hour into the journey, a pink finger poked out of the carriage window ahead of you and beckoned you closer. The pink finger was of course attached to the pink girl, who rested her head on her arm while you rode beside her. “I don’t think you know who I am,” she cooed and you were quick to apologize to the nobles; they must be noble if they were guests of the prince; and if you had been on solid ground you would have taken a knee.

“My Lady, please forgive my behavior this morning.”

His Highness scoffed and you didn’t dare look his way.

Mina, Denki, and Sero. Kirishima introduced the travelers to you from his spot beside the prince, who took up at least a quarter of the small space with his spreading and growling and kicking of friends.

From what you could see on horseback, the inside of the carriage was just as delicately beautiful as the outside. Silver stars held the royal blue quilting in place and a little chandelier twinkled in the very center of the ceiling. White silk draped above them. Bench cushions trimmed with silver tassels and decorative knots, and when you dared to lean closer you could see the wallpaper wasn’t all quilt– there were rows and rows of flat ribbon with embroidered shells, and figures depicting some sort of scene across the trim.

“Get your bigass head outta here!”

It was your turn to be snapped at by the prince and it startled you backwards a bit in your saddle. His showy red eyes trained on yours for a second before he shut them tight and leaned back in a cross-armed huff, “Already got four fucking twats suffocating me, I don’t need more hot breath'n my ears.”

“Apologies, Highness,” you spoke this line clearly in lieu of, once again, formal introductions. But you couldn’t be fazed. It counted as the second time he looked at you, twice in a day, and that was more than the last fifteen years combined.

A sneeze from Denki ignited the prince’s fury in full and soon the carriage was a ring match. Sparing a glance to Shinsou, who chuckled at Denki’s misfortune on horseback through the window opposite yours, you slowed to let the travelers sort out their frustration alone. As you fell back, the silver of the window framed Mina’s pretty pink smile.

Mina is very nice. Across from yours and Kirishima’s little fire now, she hoists a red tin cup above her head and mouths, “Tea?”

“Please. Thank you, M’lady.”

She beams every time you call her that. This time she shouts through the clearing to the prince and all of the horses, “Hear that Kats? I’m a Lady.”

“You’re a fuckin' menace is what you are.”

These were strange nobles– friends, even. To be speaking with the prince so casually. What was Sero doing in soldier’s gear earlier?

Before departing, you and your travelers were instructed to change into the riding clothes provided to you. “No gambeson,” droned Aizawa when you tried to avoid removing your red Aldera uniform. “Your measurements were sent to our royal tailor, I promise these travel clothes are much more comfortable for riding.”

So now your dragontooth brooch, pinned rebelliously to your collar, is all you’re allowed to remind you of home. It clicks softly against the silver details of your lifeless white blouse. You feel sick riding another queen’s horse, and wearing another queen’s colors is almost all you can handle. On solid ground beside warm Kirishima, you’re sore and thankful to be finished traveling for the day.

By the time the sun began to set, the prince had a sparkling fist swung out the window and his companions let out yelps of pain from the receiving end of his anger, “I’m sick’a breathing your stinkass air!”

Mina and Sero, both carried under one of Kirishima’s strong arms, melted from the carriage doors with much moaning and many grumbles. Denki tripped on the single step again, directly into Shinsou’s back and the two of them hit the ground. Only the prince seemed to have any amount of energy left and took to immediately examining the grounds Aizawa chose for camp.

“No bitchin,” Master Aizawa grumbled before bundling himself up in the driver’s seat of the carriage in a thick woolen blanket. The blunt interaction was all you would get from him tonight.

These woods gnarl with the same vines and fruit that wrap up your Aldera castle so safely, which meant Jeanist’s halberd made quick work of the familiar trees when it came time for you to chop firewood. Kirishima loved watching this part most, as you instructed and explained the basic nature of maple and the best angles to hit it. “The axehead here,” you tossed your halberd higher into your grip to point at the blade, “isn’t at all made for this. But the carriage ax is too heavy for me.” You were quick to nurse your finger between your lips after forgetting just how sharp your mentor keeps his tools and Kirishima jumped at the opportunity to take over.

Jeanist takes you camping sometimes. He calls it playing favorites when other soldiers ask, but rarely do you do anything with Jeanist besides train, camping included. Splitting wood was day one. You can recognize nuts and leaves, hunt creature and beast by bow, dagger, and lance. A fire was the simplest thing you could think to do tonight and it has Kirishima drawn in with sparkling eyes, begging you to teach him how to lean the sticks to one another or shave kindling from bark.

“Y/n, won't it go out?”

Your name brings you back. You place a hand over the Champion’s before you’re completely aware of your surroundings, to keep him from fiddling with anything else, “I promise it won’t. Look.” And point to the white hot hollow just below the tent of flames. Embers are what’ll keep your campsite warm all night, not a raging fire on big logs. It’s a simmering sense of pride you feel that if you were good for nothing else, you could at least start a fire in a rainstorm.

Aizawa is long-asleep on the driver’s bench. The carriage twinkles at the very edge of the clearing, you imagine to keep it safe from flames or potential explosive fury in conversation around the campfire. You smile behind the hot mug that Mina hands you at the thought of arriving in Takoba on a single singed platform– all that would be left of the fairy carriage after the prince’s companions antagonized him a few words too far.

“For you,” Shinsou murmurs while he winds his way around the campfire with bedrolls for each traveler. He drops yours beside your seat and overcome with– something– laziness? His master’s contagious exhaustion?– tosses one over the fire to the prince who is approaching camp, having given up on his mission for readable light.

You’re one step closer to that singed carriage, you think, when the prince catches the bedding in a fist and drops it where he stops at the farthest point from all of you in the circle. His broad chest vibrates inside furs.

“Keep it down.”

This is a very obvious assertion to everyone but you, that it’s time for the prince to go to bed. The sun just set, you bewilder and then he does in fact kick open his roll beside the fire and settle down with his back turned. Other than yourself and Shinsou, the company lets up a knowing chorus of, 'G’night Bakugou's that catch you by surprise. You look to Kirishima for confirmation and when he’s too busy poking at your fire to notice, you lower your face into the steam coming off your mug.

“Is that your magic?”

When you cast your eyes up to see which company member has taken to immediately disrupting the prince’s peace, Mina is the one watching you. You’re supposed to be checking the carriage for wear and reinforcing the perimeter before tucking in for the night, and you suppose it was only a matter of time before someone noticed you slacking in your duties. You breathe the steam in from your tea slowly, so it doesn't burn you, but enough that it warms your motivation to move away from the fire. Kirishima is looking at you now too, when you pull your dark Takoban cloak around your shoulders and dust off your knees.

“Y/n?”

“Stay,” you smile at him, “Eat, be warm. I have to check in with Master Aizawa.”

Shinsou peers up at you from his seat between Denki and Sero. Mina clears her throat, “But you didn’t answer the question.”

Did you miss something? You glance between the faces of your sitting company to try and sort out the pieces of their conversation, but she’s looking only at you.

“Are you a flame mage?”

“What?”

Then Sero laughs. He laughs like he doesn’t mean to and covers his mouth, which ignites the purple blush across Mina’s face. “I–I didn’t–! Was that weird? You guys are thinking it too, c’mon–”

“I don’t say everything I think, Mina.”

“Spare me, yes you do!”

The prince, laying deadly still and very much not asleep, grunts. The Champion leans back to look up at you as you stand above the group, still a few steps behind in their conversation. He offers you up your mug again as an invitation to sit, “They’re just curious is all.”

“I don’t do magic,” you murmur, only to him. You take your cup from his hand but before he lets go, he tugs downwards to pull you back to his side. The fire is hot but not so big that you can’t sit exceptionally close to it.

“So no to fire magic?” Mina pipes up again, “What do you do?”

“I don’t, M'lady.”

“Don’t…do anything?”

“I do plenty,” you chuckle, “but I can’t do magic.”

A growl sounds off from the prince who’s dragged himself up to sitting in the single blink of an eye. He seems less irritated with the lack of sleep he’s getting and more by your apparent lack of magical aptitude. Like it’s a personal slight.

“What’s the point of you then?”

You don’t dare eye contact when he speaks, but you’ve heard this kind of intimidation from his mother. Kirishima is looking, and he points sharp in his prince’s direction to clip short whatever might come next.

You rally, “I swear I’m no less competent than any fighting mage.”

But Prince Bakugou is no longer interested in you, and only barks when Mina throws an acorn cap at the back of his head. Kirishima nudges you a bit when you try to dip into your mug again.

“Have you ever tried?”

“Tried what?”

“Magic.”

What used to be your smile twists into confusion, but the Champion presses on, “You’d be surprised how many people think they can’t do any magic at all, when really their gift is just specific! Like, uh— the man who works proofing ovens in the kitchens at home only has one fireproof hand,” The redhead has himself chuckling along with the rest of his friends but presses a flat, gentle hand into your back to keep you safe from his enthusiasm, “You can imagine the day he found out his other half wasn’t so flame retardant.”

The prince looks like he’s winding up to yell at you all again over his delicate sleep schedule so Denki is quick to butt in with, “Why not try now?”

Today is a lot to take in. Promises, apologies, a lesson in campfires, but you aren’t going to add mage training to the list. You balance the mug under gentle fingertips, “I don’t need magic to do my job.”

“That’s badass.”

“But Y/n, what if you have some crazy world-ending power?!”

You look to Shinsou for a bit of level-headed support but he turns away to let you simmer in the attention alone, smiling.

“Or what if you can, like, bring back the dead? Or heal the sick! How many sick people have you touched recently?”

“Or dead people?”

Mina and Denki try to bounce as many ideas off each other as they can fit into the next few seconds before the prince blasts their heads off and you feel like a real afterthought in all. But the questions subside, the prince doesn’t blow, and now you’re expected to answer. Even the Champion at your side is looking at you with those soft red eyes of his. You dip your lips back into your mug for a warm sip before responding, “I wouldn’t know.”

Kirishima’s the only one who really understands what you mean and tries to change the subject but Mina scrambles across the small clearing and gets a hold of you before he can speak. She’s gentle when she takes one of your hands and stretches it out towards the fire.

“When I use magic, I relax my arms like this,” she wiggles her fingers, “and it just oozes outta me.”

“Literally,” Sero chuckles. Mina shakes you back into focus before you can ask him what he means.

“What if you relax real good– here hold your hand just like this– and then boom! You blow up the whole campsite. Your magic could be really powerful like that.” She has your arm outstretched, the one not holding tea, and she’s miming going limp with her own hand. You give in. She’s a royal guest, and you’re in no position to deny her. Your eyes flutter closed.

You used to try this as a kid, willing your own magical gift to manifest in your bedroom after Jeanist called for curfew. It feels the same now as it always has, not that you’re concentrating as hard as you used to at eight years old. It feels like nothing. Magic can manifest a million ways, but from forever til today the only way you ever pictured proper magic was flowing from sweaty palms and jagged fingers. You curl a little closer to your knees but commit, and flex your fingers the way you’ve seen beautiful magic made before.

“Try to picture something pretty.” You’re not sure who says it, and gods you feel silly, but you comply and focus on the warmth that tingles your fingers from the fire in front of you. For some reason, the first thing you imagine is velvet.

Immediately your hand is so hot you have to open your eyes to keep from snatching it back to your chest.

It’s the light that you see in your dreams in that little cup your fingers made. It’s the stars that fall from the sky in corners of the castle at night. White, purple, orange, and blue. It’s the same as the prince’s beautiful magic, in your own outstretched fingers for a single fleeting, flickering moment. Your heart is in your head. Your eyes wide and trembling. It’s just a second of pure bright light before the spark bounces off your palm hot enough to make your eyes water, and dies as quickly as it is beautiful into the campfire.

Beats of excitement tap your chest as you look to the group, but the prince’s eyes are the first ones you see and he looks altogether too happy with himself for you not to realize. Bakugou shakes the rest of the sparks from his fingers and doesn’t fight the smirk spread across his lips, though, the very second you meet his gaze he bristles. The group around you shifts uncomfortably. What’s he supposed to do with those big eyes of yours, huh?

“Don’t be an ass Bakugou, we’re just having fun.”

“s’not my fault she’s gullible.”

Kirishima’s warmth isn’t enough to keep you at the campfire. The horses started snorting at the fireworks and so you nestle your cup in the dirt around the fire to regain your focus, “Apologies, Highness. I’m acting unprofessionally.”

“Y/n don’t–” Mina tries to salvage your company but you smile,

“I got comfortable before even feeding the horses.”

And you do mean it. You’re standing now and you make sure to nod to every member of the company before you back into the dark of the far camp, “Good night everyone. Thank you very much for the tea.” It’s okay. You’ll set up your bedroll near the carriage in the dark so that the crackling fire doesn’t keep you from hearing footsteps. Yes, you’ll sleep alone like you’re used to, with the familiar smells of horses and finally get some rest.

“Good night Y/n,” Mina whispers. Denki throws a disapproving acorn cap across the fire at Bakugou’s bare shoulder. He ignores it and takes a sip from his mug. Sero throws another.

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chaosworthy · 7 months

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What's your energy?

{➹} – "THOT ENERGY...?"

"I really need to buy you a book or something..."

#you know what i'm like | dash games #guest stars | mina

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sinwcrthy · 2 years

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10.31.3232 Location ¦ Green Hill Continued from | x |

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He had to wonder if this had been her intention all along, a fuzzy thought at best but still one that lingered slightly in the hedgehog's mind through the small haze his partner had stirred up between them. One he wasn't exactly stopping. In fact he was making quite a point of returning each meeting of their lips, every kiss that seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment. Their breaths were interminable in the scarce space between them, chests pressed together and hands roaming. With the mongoose still sat on top of his lap, the hero would admit it was as much of an advantage as it was a disadvantage.

He knew what this was, knew his partner's tells and gestures. That restlessness about her. It had been dead in the water for some time, for obvious reasons, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn't glad to see it again.

Just like she would be if she said a certain, familiar sensation below hadn't made her smirk, her lips barely hovering over his.

He only confirmed it with the next, quick kiss. Something subtly forewarning in his tone. "Mina…”

"I know," she responded in turn, a mischievous undernote to her voice as she sat back just enough to meet those gorgeous emeralds. Enough so he could see the spark, and the burning love, in her jade hues. "My plan worked perfectly."

To that, Sonic snorted, amused. "Maybe a little too well, hm?"

"Nope. Perfectly." Came the retort, all while the mongoose leaned forward again, taking advantage of her position as her lower half slid along his, a warmth pooling between them that she knew all too well. Risky business, she knew. And she knew it well. "Though I have to admit I didn't think it would be quite that easy. Guess I'm not the only one who needs this, huh?"

"'Needs' is a…strong word," he said, voice falling to a low timbre as he trailed a soft path of kisses along her shoulder. A nuzzle was given to the crook of her neck, a soft rumble in the hedgehog's chest. "I just like t' see you happy. In all senses."

She had no response for that, or rather the hero didn't let her try for one between him timing their next kiss and scarred hands finding her waist, pulling her that much closer all over again. It caught her by surprise, but she loved it. They were gentle, as they always were, but persistent as they glided over her, in a few minutes' time removing what articles of clothes they came across until there was nothing left. Which was only fair, given she had done the same, golden fingers brushing over the marred chest with the utmost care. It spoke volumes how there was only admiration between them, a delicate fondness with no barriers between them.

Never once did his affections stop, and she knew they were in that rare opportunity when his hand slipped that much lower. Then again the hero always had found more joy in pleasing her than himself. Something she still didn't entirely get but it made her feel…special, admittedly. But he never did anything without her okay, it was why he had paused his touch, why he was hovering over such an intimate area with an unspoken question.

Her response was a kiss, slow and lingering, and it was all he needed. The angle may not have been the most ideal, but never let it be said the hedgehog didn’t meet the challenge with a stark determination. Lithe fingers were just that, graceful just as they were gentle but loving. With blue ears trained forward, it would have been obvious that he was paying far closer attention to the mongoose than his own needs, no matter what certain parts of his body might have been saying. It was like he said, ‘need’ wasn’t the right word here. He thrived in satisfying more than anything.

And watching his partner squirm as scarred fingers drifted over delicate folds and far more sensitive areas, hearing the faint moans that escaped her, was the greatest reward he could have asked for. He knew she had been hesitant in this, and while he had no idea what had changed that tonight, Chaos forbid he didn’t make her feel just as beautiful as she was. It was easy to get lost in her, in the familiar scent of faint coffee and floral perfume; in the lavender hair that draped along his back and chest when her head rested on his shoulder. An oddly shy display for the mongoose, but it only guaranteed a kiss was placed on her neck, reassuringly, as an amount of pride swelled in the hero feeling the slickness between his fingers.

But Mina had more in store, and that fact became terribly clear when it was she who shifted, enough to lay soft lips on the hero’s jaw, then catching tan lips all over again. If it had meant to be a distraction from her rocking her hips forward, gliding over a particular, slick pink member, it likely hadn’t worked as well as she intended. But the hedgehog could still feel her smirk as an unintentional sound was drawn from his lips and when they did pull back there was a playful glare aimed in her direction. Hardly threatening given the current situation but enough to make her smile.

“See?” She mused, voice low, sultry, as her hips shifted in the same manner. Though this time rather than roll back she stayed where she was, the message loud and clear even as she smirked. “Easy.”

“I reckon I’ve been called worse.” Leave it to the hedgehog to quip right back. Yet, in the pause that followed, there was a question in his quiet, bright eyes. One that Mina had anticipated and wasted little time nodding slightly to. Yes, she was sure, and nothing drove that home like her stirring once more, this time to raise her hips and hover over her twitching partner, already feeling eager anticipation burning in her stomach. She was warm, restless, and while he hid it well she knew that her partner wasn’t all that far off either. She could see it in his eyes, in the way scarred fingers flexed on her knees and she moved into place. But not before stealing one more kiss, just for the hell of it.

Even if she had been inclined to take him in one fell swoop, scarred hands prevented her by the simple means of resting high under her thighs, grip steady just as much as it was careful. Beyond it, the hedgehog let his partner set the pace, one more reason he suspected they were in the position they were but far be it for him to complain. If anything he did the exact opposite as the first sensation of warmth overtook him, no more than encompassing his tip but it was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Exactly what Mina had been hoping for, even if she hadn't fared much better with the initial stretch.

Golden arms had circled the hero's shoulders, fingers lost in messy blue quills as strong legs raised and lowered the mongoose further and further down the hedgehog’s length. The previous attention from her partner, plus his own excitement, saw that it was an easy task. Each inch only made her more restless though she would give props to her partner for keeping his hips still as she adjusted. Mostly. Only when she was sat fully again, feeling uncountably full in the best ways, did the hedgehog’s hands finally move, scarred fingers finding their way through lavender hair, down to either side of her face to gently pull her in for another kiss. This one spoke volumes, wasn't just of love and adoration; but pride as well.

And she melted into it, for a few seconds returning it for all they were worth, and then some. Then sneaking another before raising her hips, just enough to tease her partner's tip and enjoy the sound it coaxed from him, and then lowering herself again. The pace was slow to start, the mongoose spending a few moments finding the proper rhythm, but they both knew when she had found it. Not quite as out of practice as they originally thought, it seemed.

Occasionally, she could feel the hedgehog meeting her with blue hips, never aggressive but more than enough to shoot electricity up her spine in the most pleasant of ways. All the while, tan hands had taken to massaging wherever they could reach. Her sides, back…thighs. It drove her wild, nothing was off limits, and they both knew that.

It was a point driven home when the hedgehog felt something particularly warm pass over one of his ears, followed by the very distinctive purr of his partner. It was hard to tell if it was the action or sound that made him groan, and Mina could feel him harden.

It was cheating, and she knew it, but…Chaos, she thought this was going to last longer. That she was going to last longer. She had missed this far too much, and Sonic had a way of saying everything with absolutely nothing. He let his hands, his body, do the talking, and it worked wonders every time. The living room was filled with nothing more than their labored breathing, the soft slapping of hips and breathless sounds of one another's names. A perfect chorus.

And she knew when she was close, when her movement became almost erratic, almost desperate to take all of her partner that she possibly could, edged along by the hedgehog’s firm hands and kisses against her fur. The heat in the air was near stifling, but oh so pleasant. And it was the sounds emitting from her partner, her husband, and the overwhelming pleasure of their joining that had her seeing stars just seconds later. It was explosive, racking her body with pleasure and joyous twitching as her grip tightened on the hedgehog, head once again resting on his as she fell into a panting fit.

Vaguely aware of the hero's hips still moving, she smiled lazily when she heard that breathless gasp from him, and felt powerful muscles twitching under her and an entirely new sense of warmth. Gradually she could feel her partner’s body go lax, though neither of them seemed to be able to catch their breath just yet, but it didn't stop Mina from laying a gentle kiss on that marred ear. And she was pleasantly surprised when she felt one returned to her collarbone. Always a tit for tat.

Still, neither of them seemed keen on moving just yet, too caught up in the pleasurable afterglow and each other's company. The most managed was tan arms skidding along the singer's waist, only to pull her as close as they could without separating them entirely. That close, she could hear the steady rumble in the hedgehog’s chest and it was enough for her to pepper kisses along his jaw.

All he did was smile, emerald eyes narrowing lazily as he looked up at her. "Y'know…that's how we got into this mess in the first place."

She didn't stop, making a point in one or two more before she looked at him, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, I wasn't doing anything."

He called her bluff by the simple means of veering his hips, and he smirked at the sound it drew from her lips. Still sensitive it seemed, not that he was any better. Still worth it.

Clearly the mongoose held no ill will as she merely snuggled against her partner, no intentions of moving just yet. Just enjoying the moment and the silence that wasn't broken by their delicate panting. How long they sat like that was anyone's guess, minutes maybe an hour or two, but it spoke volumes of how much the couple was comfortable around one another. Saying next to nothing, yet content nonetheless.

But it could only last so long, Mina knew. And not in the least because she didn't think either of them falling asleep like that, messy in other words, was the wisest idea. Hence why she reluctantly shifted to look at her partner once more, her forehead on his with a gentle air. "We should go upstairs and clean up…"

"Mm hmm," Sonic may have agreed, but there was one flaw with the idea as emerald eyes looked down, then back to his partner. They may not have been connected anymore, but he was still pinned for lack of a better word though it didn't stop a playful tone from entering his voice. "I can't exactly make the first move on that one, Love. Not unless you want me t' carry you, anyway."

There was something in the words that made the mongoose narrow her eyes, almost as if she were daring him. Jokingly, of course, but her tone still feigned seriousness. "You wouldn't."

As it turned out, he would. And gladly so.

#secrets of the night | queue #in the middle of the night | drabbles #more than a one night stand | main ship #guest stars | mina #// oops; did a thing #// and it's long af

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emeraldtied · 5 months

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⇨ starter | @familylightfox | light and gibbous

{➹} – "YES THE WHOLE house. Why would we only do part of it? What do you think all these are for?" The hedgehog gave Light a look as he lifted the relatively long string of lights in his hand. It was just one part of a rather large pile of other lights and various decor. All of which was catered for the small family's house.

Overkill? Absolutely, but it was one tradition that Arrow was rather fond of despite all the work it took. And it took a lot.

From the open front door, Mina just shook her head as Lyra looked on in fascination. Exciting as it all seemed, she and the girls had business elsewhere. Namely inside, where it was warmer.

Giving Gibbous a gentle nudge, the mongoose nodded her head toward the living room. "C'mon, while they figure that out we can get started on the tree."

#give a little time to me | queue #playing a different game from the shadows | light and gibbous #mina | guest stars #lyra | guest stars #familylightfox

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summer-nights19 · 7 months

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I'm not her part 3

Someone requested part 3 so I decided to pick this up again lmao

f! Haruka Tenoh and f! Ko Seiya x gn! reader (angst)

For the past few weeks, you'd just been moping around at Rei's place. You'd found yourself a job working at her shrine a few days after you arrived there, and, though you meant to find yourself some proper accommodation, the thought of living alone seemed almost impossible. You knew that, without Rei there to encourage you and give you strength, you'd fall apart all over again, and the pain of having lost her would grow sharper and sharper until it was impossible to ignore. When you weren't working, you spent the majority of your time in the guest bedroom you were staying in, lying on the bed and idly scrolling through social media while you tried not to cry. Nothing seemed enjoyable or worth doing anymore- you'd tried many times to picture what life had been like before Haruka, and what kinds of things you'd done, but all you saw was blank emptiness.

Late one Saturday morning, as you were staring at the ceiling while remembering your life with her, Rei burst into the room. She looked serious.

"I know that breakups are hard, Y/N, but you can't just decide to completely bring your life to a stop because of her. Don't give her that much power over you,"

You looked at Rei, trying as hard as you could to mask your annoyance. While you appreciated her greatly, she simply didn't get it.

"Rei, I'm not choosing to feel this way. And I've just lost my entire world. How do you want me to react ? Do you expect me to shrug my shoulders and move on ? God, I swear you just don't-"

"I never said that, Y/N. Moving on, however, is a choice. It starts with your actions and your attitude. That's why you're coming out with the rest of the girls and I today,"

You opened your mouth to protest

"I don't want to hear it. I'm not giving you a choice. Now get up and put your clothes on,"

Grumbling, you got up and went to the bathroom to get ready. You knew there was no arguing with Rei when she got like this. Maybe she was right, and seeing your friends would lift your spirits. You sighed as you threw on a hoodie and baggy tracksuit bottoms. You really didn't have the energy for this.

"Y/N, are you ready ?" Rei called from outside

"Yeah, I'm coming,"

***

As the afternoon passed, it became increasingly clear that maybe Rei had been right- despite your initial reluctance, it had been the best day in a while. There were even moments, when you roamed the shops and chatted with Mako, Mina and Usagi, that made you feel like nothing had changed. They were fleeting, but precious nonetheless.

"So Y/N... I bought tickets for all of us to see three lights tonight. I know that maybe with the whole Haruka thing you don't feel like coming tonight, but they're only in Japan for this week," Mina looked at you with pleading eyes.

"Remind me... which group is three lights again ?" You asked. You doubted you'd be interested.

With stars in her eyes, Mina took a journal out of her bag and shoved it in front of your face. You took it, rolling your eyes slightly. It was full of cut outs from magazine articles and photographs. You let your gaze rest on the woman in the middle. She had long, dark hair and was very toned. What really struck you were her eyes- there was something haunting about them, something that demanded your attention.

You could feel yourself getting a little hot.

"Ok, fine. Let's go see three lights," you said before you'd even thought about it," Mina and Mako cheered and hugged you

"I take it seeing how hot Seyia is changed your mind. I can't blame you, and she's probably even more attractive in the flesh !" Mako exclaimed, grinning at you.

"No, I just want to listen to some music," you said, feeling your face grow hot

"Uhuh yea sure thing," Mina said, giggling. "Anyway, we should catch the next bus to the stadium to make sure we get there on time,"

***

You got there and found your seats, all with around 30 minutes to spare.

"Why are we so absurdly early ? We could have caught the next bus," you said as you took your seat next to Ami. Waiting around like this was making you anxious in a way you couldn't explain.

"Well, we needed to make sure. Also, maybe three lights will notice us if we get here early... they might even ask us out on dates," Mina replied, her eyes going dreamy.

"Yeah whatever. I'll get you some concert snacks," you said, standing up and heading out before the others even had a chance to reply.

You wondered around the circumference of the stadium, confused. The sign said you could get snacks around here, but you couldn't seem to find a stall. You saw some guys in suits crowding around a door not too far away from you.

"That must be backstage," you thought to yourself "Which means that this one is the snack stall,". You opened the door a few paces away from the first door and went in.

The sent of musky perfume hit you as soon as you stepped in. You looked around and realised you'd made a terrible mistake. This was backstage, as evidenced by all the clothes and makeup and mirrors scattered around.

That, and the fact that Ko Seiya was standing with the back to you, tying the back of her top in front of a mirror. She turned around, the suspicion on her face quickly replaced by amusement when she met your gaze.

"Well well, what are you doing here all alone ?" She asked, the hint of a smile on her lips.

"This is really embarrassing, but I entered the wrong door. Really sorry, I'll get goi-"

"No. I didn't tell you to leave," you turned back around immediately. Seiya continued.

"Keep me company instead. You look like you could be fun to play with,". She ran her hand from your cheek down to your chest and rested it there. You swallowed. You knew this was forbidden, that you could never truly be with her, that you didn't even know her, that your heart still belonged to Haruka... yet, none of that seemed to matter as she slipped her hands under your shirt and took it off. You wrapped your arms around her, kissing her passionately as you unhooked the back of her top. Gradually, her lips started to move down your neck, leaving a trail of small bites and hickeys as her fingers toyed with your nipples. You let out a loud moan.

"That's right, babe. Don't hold back, let the entire world know that you're my little sex toy," your breath hitched as she started to take off your trousers, running her fingers along the waistline of your underwear and snapping it against your hips. A loud buzzer sounded, breaking you out of your trance. Seyia pulled away from you and smirked.

"I'm on now, but would you be good for me and wait here until the concert finishes ? I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart,"

You nodded, your eyes wide as Seiya left, giving your ass one last smack before walking away.

You knew it would all go to shit. You knew that it was just for one night, that tomorrow reality would come crushing down on you again.

And yet, you couldn't help but hope.

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3.23.3228 Location ¦ The Special Zone

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Getting in was almost too easy and while they usually would have found that to be a small blessing, it had only filled the active team with apprehension. Chaos had done wonders to get them through the portal but none of them were quite ready for what was waiting for them on the other side. The Special Zone was, frankly, a mess.

It barely looked whole with chunks of land and buildings floating in the oddly colored sky above, to say nothing of the scattering of other objects. Like space debri but somehow more haunting. The sky seemed to stretch on forever and if it wasn't for the odd orange-hued pathway that zigzagged through the sky and around the floating oddities the team had no idea how they would have advanced forward. Even then half of them expected the path to give way when they stepped on it. But when no such thing happened, they were quick to pick up the pace, following one very determined hawk as she soared through the chaotic sky.

"Atta girl, Bolt." Mina's eyes had hardly strayed from the avian and her beelined path, the hawk had been restless since the moment they stepped into the zone. This was a good sign. He was here.

Everyone else seemed to have the same thought, though silence reigned over the group with the exception of an order thrown out here and there by Johnny. He didn't like the fact that they seemed to be the only ones in the area, it was putting him on edge. They all knew something had grabbed Sonic, so where was it? Watching them as they moved, or gone altogether? Or was it guarding the hedgehog, just waiting for opposition?

None of those latter questions were answered, but as they pressed on something was becoming more and more clear in the distance ahead of them. They assumed it was more debris, a mass of junk, but the unmistakable shape of buildings soon formed in all sizes and general shapes. Whatmore, the moving figures they spotted from their vantage point a few meters above the town and out of sight brought about more questions, and problems.

"This is...a town? People live here?" Johnny didn't bother hiding the surprise in his voice, a certain subtly to his tone that expressed displeasure. This wasn't a part of the plan, and confused him to no end. How were there people here? Why were they there?

No one else seemed to have a reply, and for awhile they all just stared until Chaos shifted anxiously.

<<The energy here is bad…>>

Chaos' reply could only be understood by Knuckles, who was staring at the town with a mix of amazement and annoyance. He was, perhaps, the only one there that wasn't wholly taken aback by the sight (or so he assumed) and violet eyes scanned the buildings before he spoke. The Special Zone wasn't a new concept to him, but this was his first time being in it; and he wasn't a fan.

“I always thought it was a myth, something my parents came up with to shut me up at night, but…the echidnas used to call this place The Nightmare Zone before it became 'Special'. All the stories they told were full of monsters and creatures we couldn’t even imagine…” But not people, and that was what made Knuckles frown. Still, the energy there, everywhere really, was familiar, chillingly so. They were on the right track, but he wasn't sure that was a good thing anymore. “We’re definitely in the right place, the energy here is off. We should split up from here, observe the area in case there's trouble lurking around."

There was no argument there, and in a few minutes' time Mina found herself following the red-hued hawk after watching Chaos melt into the ground seamlessly. The others weren't far behind her, merely sticking to the shadows, staying far back in case anything thought to follow at her heels. Even then, Chaos was ready for the first sign of danger and, it seemed, so was Ebony. Given the feline's powers she would be an asset if things went bad, but even the mongoose noticed how oddly quiet the feline was before she made to follow after Bolt again.

The hawk was wasting no time, flying past one building after another with a grace that still took the mongoose by surprise even after all that time. Be it on purpose or coincidence, the avian seemed to be avoiding the people in the streets, focused on one thing, and one thing only.

So when Bolt landed on the roof of one house, with only one door and no windows, Mina knew that was it and hadn't wasted a single second before kicking the door off its hinges. Far from subtle and she only realized her mistake when her gaze fell on wide and fearful eyes that were so familiar, and yet different. In all of half a moment she had taken in the blue hedgehog's appearance – his shallow breathing, paleness…the brown eclipsing that emerald color she loved so much – and it took even less time for her to rush to his side where he was slumped on the floor.

“Sonic!”

For a moment, said hero was sure he had lost it, had even tried to back away from the approaching mongoose, unsuccessfully with his current state, until familiarity hit him. As if he could ever doubt that face. It hurt seeing the worry, the fear in her eyes but they were an odd reassurance as well. A sign that his mind wasn't playing games, a fact driven home when a gentle hand rested on his cheek; a familiar touch, a familiar scent washing over him.

A scarred hand, shaking but determined, rested on hers and for the first time in weeks the hero could feel a weak smile forming despite the acute pain he was in. Mina's abrupt entrance had brought a new wave of sharp discomfort but, Chaos, was he glad to see her. His voice wouldn't come but that didn't stop him from touching their foreheads together when she closed the space between them, right before she embraced him as if he would slip through her fingers if she let go.

It was a moment of reprieve, where the hero could feel his partner shaking with unhinged emotions and felt hot tears on his shoulder. It caused a small surge of guilt in him but he hoped the nuzzle he offered would let her know everything was okay. Or, at least, would be when they got out of there.

It was a short-lived moment, a brief hope, that was shattered when a deep voice cut through the air.

“aн, reυnιтed ι ѕee.”

It really was a sight to see, Sonic thought, just how quickly the mongoose had gone from distraught to enraged all in the span of a few seconds. He could see the fur on the back of her neck stand up, and her teeth bare slightly at the dark figure floating in the door. “You.”

“ѕo yoυ reмeмвer мe? ι’м ғlaттered.” Dark's tone was sickeningly calm, confident in a way that made sure the rest in the room weren't. Mina could feel her skin crawl as they smiled, lazy and slowly as they regarded the couple on the floor. He knew little about the mongoose, had never bothered to dig into that part of the hero's fancy, but he knew he had missed something over the last few years. The way she had looked at the hero, the fear in his eyes…it didn't take him long to piece it together. “nιce тo ѕee yoυ тwo нave…joιned aғтer all тнιѕ тιмe. тнe нero and тнe ѕongooѕe, нow dιѕgυѕтιng.”

This time the mongoose growled, a bitterness in her voice. “Don’t call me that.”

It only made Dark smirk and not for the first time Sonic had to wonder if the entity had some kind of death wish. Mina was well aware that there were certain parts of the hero's life that the entity was far too knowledgeable about, understood that it hadn't been something the hero had any control of. It didn't mean she wasn't furious that the entity tried to use that for leverage as he cocked his head slyly.

“oн? wнaт’ѕ тнe мaттer? do yoυ noт reмeмвer тнaт ι waѕ тнere wнen нe gave yoυ тнaт nιcĸnaмe, нм? rιdιcυloυѕ, ι’ll adмιт, вυт yoυ dιd ѕтrιĸe a cнord wιтн нιм тнaт nιgнт wнen —”

“No,” the singer's voice was sharp, and yet she smiled a moment later. It threw both hedgehogs off, frankly, with how out of place it seemed. That and the silky tone that followed. “But, you know, you two aren’t as different as you might think.”

Dark frowned, confused. “and нow’ѕ тнaт?”

Mina's smile only grew, oddly confident. “You’re both still distracted by me.”

No sooner had she said it did Dark notice movement in the corner closest to him. And a second later he cursed his own stupidity as Chaos rose from the ground and lashed out at him with a blinding speed. The force that met his chest was staggering, stealing the breath from the entity’s lungs, as he was thrown out of the building and into the side of another. Chaos' arm was quick to follow, pinning the entity in place, enough that they could feel their quills digging into the broken concrete beneath them.

Mina had taken it as the opportunity to scoop up her partner and run. Offering a silent apology to the hedgehog as she did so, and double checking that Bolt wasn't far behind. She knew her partner wasn't happy with leaving Chaos behind for the moment but one look to the demi-god and entity made it clear who had the upper hand. Chaos wouldn't let go, not even as Dark sneered at them.

“yoυ pιcĸed тнe wrong ѕιde, cнaoѕ.” The entity's voice may have been raspy, but the contempt in his tone was there, strengthened by the fire in his red eyes. The words were weighted, heavier than just a mere insult should have been but the demi-god already knew the deeper meaning there and merely tightened their grip.

<< No, you did. And if you come back or touch him again, I’ll finish this. >> Rarely was Chaos' tone so cold, but in that moment it could have frozen the air. There was every indication in their stance that they would keep squeezing if the entity protested. If they even so much as threw an insult at the hedgehog they had come to rescue. Chaos had no remorse for the being. They clashed in every sense of the word. Even now, just holding Dark like that Chaos could feel a shift in the other's powers.

Perhaps Dark had forgotten that the demi-god could purify negative energy with just a touch, when they wanted to.

Whatever Dark was going to say was abruptly cut off by a shadow passing overhead, by another crash nearby that shot debri and smoke into the air. One look and the entity saw it was Flare, unconscious in the mess her fallen body had created and badly beaten. Just a few moments later, Knuckles would appear to admire his handiwork, dusting his gloves off as Ebony stepped to his side. Her eyes were alight with a glowing yellow energy, her focus on the remaining three members of the foursome currently floating above her and the echidna, encapsulated in a similarly colored bubble and looking no better for wear.

All it took was one snap of her fingers before the bubble dispersed, sending the group crashing to the ground below with no regards nor remorse.

Dark growled at the sight, but his gaze shifted back to Chaos when he felt the grip around him tighten. For a moment red eyes and evergreen stared at one another, turning the air electric, until Chaos spoke once more. << Your team is beaten, and so are you. >>

The scoff that came was a fabrication, a false confidence. Dark knew he wouldn't win in a head to head fight. Not against Chaos. Not when he could feel his energy shifting to something unfavorable, unusable.

The growl that came next was far from friendly, but Chaos' grip remained steadfast until they were certain that Mina and Sonic were a safe distance away. And only when Knuckles gave the okay did Chaos jump back and release Dark. The demi-god took a satisfaction in seeing the other stumble forward, catching themselves only to glare at Chaos. The water god said nothing, only gave a lingering look to the entity before suddenly melting back into the ground. Dark didn't follow, only watched as the demi-god reappeared with the retreating Freedom Fighters, with the blue hedgehog.

Unseen to the others, dulled and brown hues had opened for a few moments, only to stare at the dark form growing further and further away. The hero and entity held each other's gaze until the former was taken over a crest and disappeared from sight.

From there, the hero’s mind grew too fuzzy and he had lost consciousness even before the others had activated the warp ring they would use to get out of the Zone. One by one they hopped through the open portal, landing right where they had all started, in the lush jungle at each other's sides.

With bated breath they watched the portal close once they were all through, and for a few seconds more they all stared at the nearby Star Post expecting the worst that never came.

Only then did they let out a collective sigh of relief. They had done it.

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