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ushidoux · 3 years

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False Intimacy - Oikawa x Reader

Summary: You’re an escort that is quite good at her job but one particular client happens to catch you a bit off guard. (~1.9k words)

Warnings: minors dni, nsfw, fem pronouns, fem!reader, escort!reader, implied dom/sub dynamics, hurt/comfort

A/N: Ngl I was gonna write mean dom oikawa just cuz and then it got ~deep~ i’m sorry lmao

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It was a colder night than usual in Buenos Aires, or maybe it was just the slight chill that ran up your spine when you remembered your client’s phone call just a couple of hours ago.

Please arrive at 8 pm sharp. I’m not a fan of tardy people~

His voice was honeyed before he cut off the phone abruptly - smooth and sweet as though masking some unpalatable part of his personality you hadn’t quite detected.

Not that you would put your guard down anyway; most of the men you dealt with, either the extraordinarily rich, terribly famous, or some wretched combination of the two, were in some way dangerous. They all seemed to thrive on the same idea: that they had some power over others, and this could manifest in anything ranging from bratty behavior to a god complex.

But you could deal with these things well, you had been in the business for long enough. Oikawa Tooru was no problem.

He must have watched you arrive because the moment you stepped before his hotel room, taking a moment to adjust your hair and check on your makeup in a compact mirror before knocking, you heard the door swing open.

“You follow directions. Delightful,” he almost whispered, a sly smile on his face, shrouded in dark due to the paucity of light generated from a single lamp in his hotel room.

Had he been waiting, or was it the fact that he knew you wouldn’t disobey him?

You nodded.

“I’m quite compliant when I want to be,” you emphasized, in the sultry voice you reserve for meetings like this.

Oikawa’s smirk grew even wider. Hook, line and sinker.

With the lack of continuation to your opening banter, you now started to wonder why he wasn’t moving; his frame, larger than you had expected in person, lingered in the doorway, seemingly blocking it and he made no indication of letting you inside.

This was strange. Usually, it didn’t take long for your clients to undress you and have their way, at the very least a quickie before you actually went out with them, especially if they were having you meet first before the venue. There was a pause where you took a deep breath, trying your best not to look as disconcerted as you felt. What was he doing?

Oikawa was still staring at you, but not in the way your other patrons ogled you as though you were a piece of meat, nothing more than a purchased pussy. He stared at you with greed as though you were the most precious item in a set, and he were preparing to introduce his prized collection to a waiting crowd.

If it were an attempt to fluster you, you had to admit that he was close.

But not quite.

“Shall we advance to our location then?” You asked, sweetly.

There was something like a snort that he made, derisive and slightly maddening. You raised an eyebrow reflexively, but instead gave him a wide, somewhat vapid smile.

Good customer service. Men like him love power.

“Oh, are we planning to be fashionably late, Mr. Oikawa?” You said, tapping a finger to your lip and furrowing your eyebrows as though you were trying oh so very hard to think.

“We’ll get there when we get there,” he replied. To your relief, he did finally lead you into the hotel room, into a wide suite that illuminated upon the clap of his hands, revealing a modern open plan setup with white on white furniture, fully glass windows that gazed onto the city skyline and bossa nova playing quietly from a speaker. You had barely heard the music it since you had been so focused on him.

Knowing that he was not a native of this country, you considered teasing him to re-stabilize power dynamics.

“This is Argentina, not Brazil, you know,” you teased, as you gently set yourself down on the edge of his couch.

He was the one to raise an eyebrow this time, as he circled around the bar island across from the living room.

“I mean about the music,” you said, with a soft laugh. He smiled.

“Of course.”

A pop of a wine bottle opening disrupted the tension between you two even further, and you crossed and uncrossed your legs with mild discomfort while watching him pour two glasses of red wine for the two of you.

“What’s your name again, darling? I have awful manners,” he said.

You had the impression he was lying, but still you repeated your name for him.

“It’s a beautiful name,” he crooned as he handed you your drink.

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If it weren’t for the fact that you’d watched him like a hawk as he poured out your glass of wine, you would have thought that he’d drugged you.

But you weren’t exactly drunk - not in the typical sense, but there was an altering of the senses that seemed to overcome you as the night progressed. Between the flashes of the camera as party guests filed in, a particularly lavish dinner, drinks, and a too-short dance where Oikawa literally whisked you off your feet, you were starting to feel less professional and more… needy.

You guarded your heart well normally, so this was a new feeling for you, the sudden overwhelming need to fulfill your contract in the fullest.

Quite frankly, by the time you had made it back into his private car, you were absolutely itching to be fucked. It didn’t help that Oikawa had grown comfortable enough over time with you to place the palm of his hand on your bare knee, his fingertips grazing your inner thigh.

He wasn’t looking at you by now, but your eyes were absolutely transfixed on him. He was talking on the phone quietly in an even Japanese, as though you weren’t even there, and by the sound of his soft laughter, his conversation must have been pleasant.

The little bit of warmth between your legs as his hand suddenly moved up your thigh and then back down could only be called distressing.

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“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Did you or are you? The fact that he was asking this, while kneeling between your legs, slender fingers gripped on both sides of your shaking legs, and licking slow, languid strokes from the opening of your vagina to your clit made it unfair for him to expect you to answer.

His kisses were slow in between questions and through waves of pleasure as his lips pressed against your privates, you managed to eke out a “yes.”

It felt wrong to be feeling like this, inappropriate as though you were using him rather than him using you. As his tongue dipped into your center, you even dared to let out a soft moan, which only encouraged him to plunge in deeper, tightening his hold on you as you threatened to clamp your legs shut.

“Calm down,” he ended up growling suddenly, and your stomach stirred with excitement. A sound so animalistic didn’t sound fitting for a man as elegant and soft-looking as him. In an attempt to mollify the sudden tension he could feel permeating your entire body in anxiety, he whispered, “Don’t worry, you’ll return the favor soon enough. Plus, you taste delicious.”

Your heart fluttered.

Once he’d savored you to his fill, he rose to stand between your legs, inserting those same meticulous fingers into your pussy before leaning over to transfer the taste of your own fluids to your lips.

How can he be so tender to a stranger? You thought briefly, as you melted into his kiss. You were getting carried away, down in dangerous, dangerous territory.

His hands kept working as his tongue teased yours.

Shifting quickly from pussy to the mounds of your breasts, his hands continued to massage your body while your lips remained locked, until he maneuvered himself on top of you. A warm, hard cock laid pressed against your belly and his, igniting more fire between you.

Put it in, put it in, your body seemed to scream, but you knew better than to demand. You’re here to deliver fantasies, not indulge in one, even if Oikawa did not seem to get the memo.

He made your toes curl and your spine curve before flipping you over so that you lay atop of him.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking up at you as sincerely as one does an old lover. It was at this moment that you found yourself leaning forward to initiate the kiss before stopping yourself.

Distance was needed desperately. Remember, this was not a man who loved you.

You broke your demure act (which wasn’t really much of an act anymore) to pull back gently against the weight of his amorous stare, and slid downwards so that you could wrap your lips around his cock instead.

A blowjob is much less intimate, you told yourself. But you didn’t jump quite to that immediately.

Steadying your hand, now trembling almost as much as your heart was (what the hell was going on?), around his readied shaft, you glided your hand back and forth, aided by a few drops of precum leaking from the head and a generous amount of spit. You focused on his well-developed abs, not his eyes that were squeezing shut and the pretty mouth that groaned softly with every movement.

He was entirely too pretty for his, or your own good.

Why not a real partner? You wondered for a moment who you were standing in for. He touched you all too tenderly to be someone who cavorted casually.

Even as you took him in your mouth, and his fingers made their way into your hair, tugging gently and praising you for how good you worked him up, bobbing your head up and down like the expect you were, you found yourself wondering.

You took him deep enough to the point that you had to suppress a gag a couple times, and feeling the tightening of his grasp of your locks, you knew you did a good job.

“Fuck, baby, just like that.”

You considered maybe getting him to finish like this, in your mouth, so that you could go on your merry way and get as far away from this man that was already getting in your head as soon as possible, but he was pushing you off of him gently before you could get far enough. You ended up under him yet again, faster than you could bear.

His cock nudging its way against your folds on its way to your entrance made you shudder, and then he pushed inside you with another groan that was disgustingly beautiful.

Every thrust inside you felt like heaven but twisted; it felt far too self indulgent the way he wrapped his arms around you as his hips rolled against yours. He moaned your name, the name he asked for just hours ago, too familiarly as though he’d known you for a decade. The rhythmic slap of his skin against yours was hypnotic and you almost ascended as his arms raise your legs to dig into you deeper.

It’s too intimate, far from transactional, the explosive way you came around his cock, clawing at his markless back as you writhed around him, riding the wave of your orgasm. He pulled himself into a sitting position as you came, carrying you with him and holding you tightly as he followed shortly after.

You could feel his cock twitch inside you.

And finally, you swore you could hear the name of the person he truly loved mumbled into the crook of your neck.

In response, you cling to him just a little bit longer.

#oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #not sfw #fic: false intimacy #mae.writing #hqintheclub

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cutegirlmayra · 3 years

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Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)

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Pajama Blogs Ep.1 - Timestamp 1:01:06 (x)

Prompt:

In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.

"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.

"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"

Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-

"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.

"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.

"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.

"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.

Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.

Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.

Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.

"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.

With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.

Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"

Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?

"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...

The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...

Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!

His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?

"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.

It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.

It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.

Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.

"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.

It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.

Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"

He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!

"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.

His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.

Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"

He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.

He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.

The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...

"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.

Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"

After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.

The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.

"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"

"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.

"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"

Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.

"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.

He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.

Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."

"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.

"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.

"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"

"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."

"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.

As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"

Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.

She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!

Even though... of the weirdos...

She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.

Was pretty handsome...

"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"

"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."

Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.

"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."

Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.

Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.

"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"

"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.

"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.

"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.

"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.

Who were these people?

Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.

She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.

Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.

"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.

"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...

Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"

"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"

Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.

"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"

"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"

Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"

"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.

"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.

"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.

"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"

"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.

Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"

Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.

Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.

"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.

He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.

But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.

'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.

Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.

He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.

"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.

Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.

"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"

"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.

"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.

"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."

"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.

"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.

"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.

Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.

She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.

She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'

She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...

She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.

"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"

She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?

Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.

He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.

She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.

Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"

Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.

"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...

Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.

"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.

She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.

He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...

Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?

Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...

"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.

"Knuckles!"

"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.

"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.

"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"

Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.

"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.

"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.

Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.

She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.

"Amy..?"

She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...

'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'

"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."

His words... the expression on his face...

Every bit of her wanted to trust him.

Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."

His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.

"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?

"You'll fall, too."

It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.

"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.

"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."

With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.

"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.

"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.

"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"

"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"

"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"

"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...

Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"

"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"

"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...

He helped her kick the bad man down...

He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...

"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.

"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.

"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...

His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.

His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.

He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"

"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.

The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...

"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.

Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.

"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."

And she was happy.

#sonamy tag #sonamy #cutegirlmayra #sonicxamy #amy rose #classic amy rose #rosy the rascal #sonic the hedgehog #sonamy prompt #me writing #me prompts

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nitewrighter · 3 years

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Does Hanzo ever find out what Genji went through/what he was like during Blackwatch? If so, how does he react?

I think he does eventually, like... Genji lets him know that he was in a very difficult physical and emotional place with Blackwatch, and Hanzo’s able to pick up from Mercy that “Okay no, I don’t think you understand, it was really bad”--but she’s also fairly light on the details mostly for Genji’s sake like “Hey, I’m not going to tell you any more than Genji was comfortable with telling you.” And Zenyatta hangs back for the same reasons, and also he wasn’t there so he doesn’t want to distort the details from what Genji’s told him. So the one person Hanzo can actually get the full story from... is McCree.

Also this fic references the first meeting fic so yeah!

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“Well?” Hanzo had one elbow resting on the bar. Music was faintly playing but it blended in with the humming murmur of the other patrons. Snowflakes were buffeting the glass of the windowpanes just outside and both of them had shrugged off their heavier coats. The bar itself had a homey, lived-in quality to it. Not dirty, but with a definite age to it that seemed to lend a further brightness to the bodies gliding through it and chatting. The icy Andean wind had heightened the redness of Hanzo’s nose and cheeks well before any alcohol had. It contrasted against the cold discernment of his dark brown eyes.

“I’m gonna answer your question with a question--” McCree started.

“Which isn’t an answer--”

McCree leaned back in his bar seat, folding his arms across himself. He almost looked sagely. “Are you asking this because you genuinely think it will help you get a gauge on your shit and move forward, or are you freaking out because things are going more okay than you think you deserve and feel a need to kick yourself square in the Rocky Mountain oysters?”

“Rocky Mountain--?”

“It’s this fried--I’m talking about--” McCree sighed and sipped his whiskey, “I’m saying you’re doing... you’re doing really well, Hanzo. You’re touching base with the team, reachin’ out, you seem to be sleeping and eating better, hell, you’re clutch on missions, but now you’re asking about this, and it worries me.”

“Why should it worry you?” Hanzo’s eyes narrowed.

“Because--y’know... I care about you. You’re a part of this team and I care about you... in a..” McCree cleared his throat, “Team-y way. And... you were stuck in a dark lonely place and I ain’t itchin’ to give you the means to go back there. ”

“But you can understand that the fact that I don’t have the full story distresses me more, can you not?” said Hanzo, “As well as the fact that knowing the more the truth of it is obscured with me, the worse I can assume the situation was.”

McCree scratched at his beard, frowning. “Yeah... yeah I can understand it--but I can also understand Mercy and Zen not spillin’ the beans on Genji’s account.”

“Mm...” Hanzo glanced off and sipped his own drink.

McCree twisted his glass slowly, “Then again, sometimes I think Reyes brought me on the team to begin with because I have a pretty high success rate with the whole, ‘Beg forgiveness before asking permission’ rate.”

Ana called you a charmer, the words almost slipped out of Hanzo but he wasn’t sure how they would land, so he held them in. Instead, Hanzo only mildly gestured at the bartender to refill McCree’s glass.

“Don’t think you’re getting it just because you’re gettin’ me drunk. It ain’t exactly a pretty story,” said McCree.

“I’m prepared,” said Hanzo.

McCree studied him a few moments longer, one hand still wrapped around his glass and one corner of his mouth pulled up with indecision before he closed his eyes and exhaled. “All right,” he said, “If only to keep you from kicking your own ass over what you don’t know.”

“I want you to start at the beginning,” said Hanzo, his stare steady.

“Well t’be fair, Blackwatch was casin’ Hanamura for months, even before your old man passed--er---my condolences--”

Hanzo snorted a little. “It’s... fine,” he said a bit awkwardly. He was more disarmed than really upset at the idea that McCree may have been far better versed in the activities of the Shimada Clan than he had really anticipated.

“Gérard, that is, our UN Attaché, had this whole thing about ‘pulling everything out to the light,’---And the fella was good at it. Could sniff out paper trails and track down dirty money like no other. The initial plan was to get Genji on possession charges and drag the whole clan out behind him. Your old man’s passin’--again, condolences--threw the whole schedule off though. And then we received additional intel that the Shimada dragons might be more.... uh... what’s the word for ‘unusual’ but it’s like... more business-y unusual?”

Hanzo shrugged.

“Un... Im... Uhhh.... Anomalous! That’s the word! Might be more anomalous than we thought and ‘warranting further investigation’ or whatever,” McCree seemed to be easing into the story now, plucking up details from debriefings, “SEP and all its affiliates had been more or less shut down post-Crisis, but there were still worries about human experimentation... strange abilities, and the like. And the dragon stories had been floating around your family for decades, but only when things got destabilized did we consider they might be more than stories. Then we got word that the wheels had been set in motion that the clan would kill Genji before we could get our hands on him--Arrest mission became extraction mission, and extraction mission became rescue mission. The time frame was so sudden we had to bring the Doc along because we thought she would be our best chance at saving him--She wasn’t in Blackwatch, you understand. Wasn’t too keen on undermining the Japanese government either. But... it turns out bringing her along was the right choice.”

Hanzo seemed to be maintaining a veneer of calm, but there was an unmistakeable new undercurrent of tension in his movements and expression as he sipped his own drink.

“You know what he looked like when you left him,” said McCree, “Do you really want me to go into the details there?”

“Yes,” said Hanzo.

McCree huffed and took another gulp of whiskey. The burn of alcohol rasped the first few words of his next sentence. “So it was me, Reyes, the Doc, and a handful of Blackwatch extraction medics touching down in Hanamura that night. Apparently the Shimada clan’s forces were decentralized from the castle. We infiltrated the castle grounds. Found a handful of your security already dead. Took out one more... left his body with the others. Didn’t have time to run a full investigation, or lock anything down. Finding Genji was the top priority. And we found him. Three limbs gone. Puddle of his own blood. Looked midway between... someone had dropped him in a garbage disposal but at the same time... not right--just... gone. The limbs were gone. The wounds were too clean but still bleedin’ out.”

Hanzo’s knuckles curled in, white and shaking as he took a steadying breath. “Consumed,” Hanzo said quietly, “The dragon consumed them.”

“I can stop--” McCree started.

“Finish what you start, Cowboy,” Hanzo’s voice was steady.

McCree swallowed. “I’d seen some fucked up shit under Reyes, but this... yeah, it was new. I kind of froze up, not quite scared, but just trying to make sense of it. But then I snapped out of it as the Doc rushed to him first. I had a vantage point in case other castle security showed up. Reyes was at the opening to that big-ass balcony so he could flag down our evac. So uh, what you need to understand here is that we uh... we actually had very little solid intel as to what the Shimada dragons were capable of.”

“...but I had left the scene well before this,” said Hanzo, trying to puzzle out the timeline of his own fleeing the castle grounds.

“Yeah it... wasn’t your dragon we saw,” said McCree, “See, the Doc, she had to do this... staff... defibrillation thing? I didn’t get a good look at it but Genji, he uh...started thrashin’ and this light sprang out of him. Bright green. Never seen anything like it. He was screaming. Next thing I know he’s grabbing Mercy’s neck.”

Hanzo flinched with some alertness. “What?”

“I mean--first instinct, I’m saying to Reyes, ‘Boss, I got a shot’--like, I know the mission was asset acquisition, but light show or not I wasn’t about to let him kill Angela, but then she hollers out ‘Don’t shoot him!’ And I’m stuck there looking to Reyes like, ‘You’re gonna override that, right?’ And... and Reyes was so calm... I--I could see him doing the math. Breaking people down to resources... breaking their deaths down to trade-offs...”

“You... thought you had to shoot Genji--” Hanzo’s brow was crinkling.

“If Reyes gave me the word,” McCree shrugged, then itched at the brim of his hat, “I never thought someone would hesitate on saving the doc like he was doing right there, though. But.... then she said something to Genji. Never asked what it was, but it seemed to calm him down before he passed out.”

“And you’re saying he grabbed her neck when they first met,” Hanzo’s eyes were narrowed, “But they’re...”

“Well, he was only half-conscious and in this full-on survival mode and she had just... jammed a huge amount of biotic-whatever into his chest. He didn’t know if she was helping or trying to... y’know it was like those times you nearly punched me in the face when I was trying to wake you up from those night terrors.”

“I’m sorry for that,” said Hanzo.

“Psh. If I had a nickel for every time someone took a swing at me out of some kind of traumatic reflex...” he smiled to try and make this seem more lighthearted than it actually was, but Hanzo seemed to still be processing everything, so McCree cleared his throat. “Word of advice, though, don’t make any ‘I guess you’re into that’ jokes with the doc,” he said with a nervous laugh, “No it uh... it took them both a while. I mean, there was this thing there, definitely, but yeah, they were both neck-deep in a whole bunch of shit for a while before they really acknowledged anything.”

“Did Genji take a swing at you?” asked Hanzo.

“Not outside of a Blackwatch sparring ring,” said McCree, “But Jesus, he was scary on the training floor. Still is, sometimes.” McCree paused for a few seconds. “He was obsessed with killing you, y’know. Taking down the whole clan and killing you. Every mission where he got a sniff of you, every mission he thought you might be there and you weren’t, he’d come back snarling.”

Hanzo blinked a few times and glanced down. He knew it made sense, given the idea of justice their family had ingrained in them, but there was still an odd sting to the idea. But I’m his brother, he thought, but then he thought, But that didn’t stop me.

McCree seemed to take Hanzo’s silence as permission to go on. “ I’d try to distract him... try to get his head out of his ass sometimes, but a lot of the time... you see any living thing in a state like that, all you can do is give it space. Genji did give us a decent amount of intel on the Shimada clan’s bigger operations... but when it came to actually getting in there... he was always the first one on the ground. As you can imagine, it was personal for him. There were a handful of bullshit ‘stakeouts’ in Japan where Genji would ditch me... I knew Reyes wasn’t telling me the whole story, then again, it wasn’t my job to know the whole story.” McCree sipped his drink. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t know what he was doing, though.”

“...killing heads of the clan,” Hanzo said quietly.

“Can’t exactly confirm or deny that but... yeah,” said McCree. A prickle of alarm seemed to go through him. “Look, I don’t want to kick off any more brother-killing fuckery--”

“You’re not, Jesse,” Hanzo’s voice was subdued, “I was the right hand of the clan... and the destruction wrought by Genji was, if anything, a product of my own actions.”

“Also his actions--He was fucking nightmare--I mean I liked him, but he was a fucking nightmare, sometimes. Lashed out--like... you didn’t really think of him as giving a shit about you with all that seething over the Shimada clan--- but then he’d know how to say something that hurts, and he knows exactly how it hurts, and you wouldn’t know if he learned how to hurt that bad from your family or just because he was hurtin’ that bad and---” McCree seemed to catch the alarmed look in Hanzo’s eyes, then took a steadying breath before sipping his drink again, “Look... this stuff... it’s all in the past. And he is a lot better now. And he is one of my best friends. Kind of wild how someone who hurt you that deeply can be a best friend like that, but... that’s kind of how life works. Kind of how this shit works when you don’t know if you’re coming back from that next mission. We’re all fucked up here. It’s about learning to take the fucked up parts of yourself and trying to make it into something that helps the people that mean something to you. ”

“The people that mean something to me...” Hanzo repeated quietly. He remembered McCree’s words from his second night on the watchpoint. ‘We’re all just background noise to you. You’re just here so you can stop kicking your own ass after Genji.’ Then he remembered Genji’s words. ‘Well... you’ve been traveling the world for a decade... has there... been anyone? Anyone special? Anyone you loved?’

“...I feel like I’ve let that part of me atrophy,” Hanzo said quietly. Answering Genji’s question, not McCree’s words.

“Atrophy?” McCree repeated.

“When you don’t use a muscle for a long time and... it ceases to be able to functi--”

“I know what ‘Atrophy’ means--” McCree wasn’t making eye contact, “You let... caring about other people... atrophy,” he parsed, trying to trace out Hanzo’s thought process.

“Mm,” Hanzo took a sip of his own drink, “So while I was wandering in grief, Genji was consumed by pain and rage.”

“Which... he’s told you,” said McCree.

“Well, yes, but he didn’t go into details,” said Hanzo, “I know, this might be difficult or painful to talk about, but I really do appreciate getting a more complete picture of what happened to him after my actions.”

McCree tilted his own glass back and forth on the bar counter, letting the whiskey rock around the interior.“I know, but...don’t heap all this on yourself. Reyes always said he wanted the cockroach motherfuckers, and he was more than happy to let Genji snap and swear and lash out and burn the house down because that suited Blackwatch’s agenda better than, I dunno, therapy? Only when we got benched after the Venice incident did he yank in Genji’s leash, because hey, it turned out having a PTSD cyborg tearin’ around the base cussin’ people out wasn’t a good look for Blackwatch.”

Hanzo huffed a little. There was an odd comfort in that. But then he paused, running over the course of McCree’s words in his mind. “...you keep bringing up Reyes,” Hanzo said, fixing his eyes on McCree.

“Sorry--I--I know this should be about Genji,” said McCree.

“No it... it gives some perspective,” said Hanzo, “You trusted Reyes, didn’t you?”

McCree’s mouth tightened for a few seconds before he drew in a short breath through his nostrils. “Yeah... yeah, I did. He just... I mean I’d keep telling myself I was my own person, that I did things with my own style, but so did he. So like... whether it’s ‘your own style’ from fuckin’ Santa Fe or Los Angeles... is there really that much of a difference? If you still picture yourself in their boots, give or take a decade or so?”

“Hm,” Hanzo was thoughtful at this, “I imagined myself in my father’s position so long that when everything came apart and I found myself wandering the world, dodging the clan’s assassins I felt... like a stranger.”

“Kind of liked being a stranger,” said McCree with slight shrug, “Stranger’s from nowhere. Got nothing to prove.... guess it probably hits different if you got a whole... magical crime lord prince destiny thing, huh?”

“The dragon is not magical,” said Hanzo flatly, but a smile was tugging at his lips.

“Debatable,” said McCree, “First of all: It’s a dragon.”

Hanzo snorted and a quiet pause passed between them. Not uncomfortable, but definitely tired, letting McCree’s words and all the pain and memory that came with them drift and dissipate into the warm air of the bar.

“...I could tell you more if you want,” said McCree, after a few beats. “I do have funnier stories... wasn’t all... ‘he was fucked up.’ And--Genji did seem to be getting better-ish towards the end there, once they put him on Tracer’s strike team... but by then Overwatch itself was coming apart.” He snorted. “I guess that’s kind of a running theme with this stuff.”

“I appreciate the offer,” said Hanzo with a slight chuckle. He paused. “Tracer’s strike team?”

“Well, she and Winston probably got more stories there than I do,” said McCree, “And maybe the doc, if it’s in good faith.” He sipped his drink. “You’re welcome to run off to try and ask them about it.”

“I think... this is enough for now,” said Hanzo. After a few beats he said, “You’re not... all background noise to me.”

“What?” said McCree.

“That... you said that on the second night,” said Hanzo, “It’s... it’s not that I don’t value life, or other people--I’m just... it’s been a very long time since I’ve worked with other people, since I’ve talked to other people on a regular basis like this, since I’ve stayed in one place this long, and...” he trailed off, then took a sip of his own drink with some resolve, “I’m afraid,” he said, letting those words sit in the air for a few seconds, “I’m afraid of lending my abilities to another organization that’s used people to hurt other people and then tossed them aside. When your only connection to other people for most of your life was this twisted blood loyalty...” Hanzo trailed off.

“I’m scared of makin’ the same mistakes too, for what it’s worth,” said McCree, “I don’t think fear like that ever goes away.”

“Redemption’s a bitch?” said Hanzo with a slight smile.

McCree broke into chuckles. “You should swear more often. I feel like that’ll help.”

“You’ve sworn plenty for the both of us, tonight,” said Hanzo crisply, sipping his own drink.

“Still, I’m gonna make it a mission to get a ‘fuck’ out of you,” said McCree and Hanzo choked and sputtered. “I didn’t mean it like that! You know what I mean!” McCree was laughing as Hanzo’s attention was split between choking and laughing and desperately looking around for a napkin after spitting his drink. The bartender swooped by with a napkin and the laughs boiled down into chuckles as Hanzo cleaned up a bit. There was another pause then, that same settling of understanding.

“Thank you,” Hanzo said after a few beats.

“You already thanked me--don’t know what’s worth thanking about saying ‘hey your brother was fucked up and so were we.’”

“Honesty. I appreciate honesty.”

McCree smiled and then shrugged.“Hey--y’know, for all the shit I give you,” McCree started and trailed off, “What I said that night about... all of us being background noise... I know that.. that wasn’t really fair. You really didn’t know any of us and, y’know, as far as the general public is concerned, we’re a whole bunch of mercenary weirdoes doing vigilante shit.”

“And Genji was the only person here I knew, and was really...” Hanzo sighed, “I suppose, I fixed him in my mind to be my last chance at humanity--and made myself out to be a monster to all of you in pursuing that.”

“Well... you’re doing better, I can tell you that much. And... y’know folks are warming up to you.”

“Except Angela,” said Hanzo, with a weary smile.

“She needs time on that... I wouldn’t try to force it,” said McCree, “Baby steps and all that.”

Hanzo huffed a little.

“Hey,” McCree lifted his glass, “To baby steps and runnin’ the hell away from all our old role models.”

“Indeed,” Hanzo clinked his glass against Genji’s. Both sipped their drinks and another pause passed over them. Hanzo felt McCree’s eyes on him and looked over at him.l

“Hey just so we’re clear,” McCree’s chin was in his hand, “I didn’t accidentally kick off some huge new bloody vengeance thing by telling you all this, right?”

“You did not,” said Hanzo with a wry smile.

“Oh thank god.”

#mchanzo #gency

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cno-inbminor · 3 years

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hello, kay! i hope you've been taking care of yourself well and that life has been kind to you for the most part. i want to ask, how do you feel about kita shinsuke? your akaashi is exquisite and incredibly characterized that i always find myself coming back to your stories should i need my keiji fics, and i realized that it would probably be really interesting (and beautiful) to meet kita through your words. no pressure, tho! as always, i am grateful for whatever you write. ♡ all the love x

you’re an absolute sweetie -- i hope you’ve been well too! i’m honestly at my wit’s end but we’ll survive somehow, right? ahahaha // i’m still incredibly flustered whenever someone mentions how much they like my keiji characterization -- he’s one of the ultimate comfort characters for sure! so thank you for giving my keiji fics that honor <3

i’ve definitely developed some love for kita over time! i love anyone who’s incredibly dependable -- my love language (that i’ve recently re-discovered) is acts of service and i can see him embodying that!

i got carried away: here’s ~1.7k of some hazy kita appreciation, or some strangers-to-lovers ideas sprinkled together. my brain has died from finals, but i hope you like this anon!

the first time that kita shinsuke even crosses your mind, you mistakenly think, “he’s certainly a bit dull.”

it’s not that you forgot he existed by any means -- the boy certainly carries a presence and emanates it in a calm, quiet manner. you just can’t remember him saying anything that wasn’t related to speaking out loud in class or social pleasantries. he’s certainly not much more than a blank canvas to you, and the only splotch of color thrown on is that he’s a member of your nationally recognized volleyball team. other than that, you know nothing else.

it all changes when you two are paired for classroom cleaning duties your third year.

when your homeroom teacher announces your name after his, you glance away from the window to the boy sitting diagonally in front of you to your right. his back sits upright, elbows bent to indicate he’s probably sitting with his hands linked on top of his desk, legs still and placed together underneath the wood. besides the two-toned grey and black hair, you would think he’d be the perfect poster child for japanese education.

the first morning of cleaning duties, you’re sprinting through the halls in your slippers, hoping that the student council president isn’t anywhere near your classroom. the subway was absolutely packed and nobody seemed to be in the usual pace of the morning rush, which caused some delays and for you to cut it very close. you slide open the class door with all the force you can muster, panting and out of breath with apologies falling off your tongue. unbeknownst to you, your brain had been expecting kita to give you a small smile and ensure that it was okay for your two minute tardiness -- instead, you were at the receiving end of a blank yet heavy stare, and seemingly scathing words of, “don’t be late next time.”

your second thought of kita is that he’s too rigid and austere for a seventeen year old. bitterness festers in your chest as you practically stomp towards your desk, setting your stuff down before you head to the erasers in front of the chalkboard. even though there isn’t much dust left on them, you’re searching for excuses to calm down and be a little more level-headed.

you’re so caught up in your thoughts and staring out into the open sky that you don’t register kita’s presence looming near. but it’s his timbre voice that startles you out of your stupor, though they’re nothing more special than, “you can sweep the other half of the classroom. i’m getting started on the desks,” and he walks away.

in gliding the bristles over the wooden floor, you take another peek at your partner for the time being. it’s hard to miss the way he methodically cleans each wooden surface, leaving no corner unwiped, no speck of dust lingering. something about it is somewhat endearing to you, a rather drastic juxtaposition to how you were feeling not too long ago. maybe you were wrong about him -- kita shinsuke might still be a little boring to you, but he’s just...diligent.

in home ec, you’re partnered up with ojiro aran (which proves to be in the best of your luck). but he’s good with small talk, and it’s not like you two have never spoken before. so three weeks later over the folding of meringue into the other batter, you decide to pop the question of, “what’s kita-san like as captain?”

aran can’t contain his muted surprise at your inquiry, seeing as you two rarely ever get into the details of his volleyball playing, much less so about his team. but it doesn’t stop him from giving a truthful answer, “he’s no nonsense, keeps everyone in line. we have some rowdy underclassmen and no one scares them more than shinsuke.”

“a hardass?”

“when he needs to be,” aran chuckles. “but he’s very thoughtful and goes out of his way to care for everyone. the guy lives and breathes by routine.”

there’s something that stirs within you, a small flame being lit, one that flares the next morning when kita walks by your desk and greets you, “good morning, l/n-san.” seeing as he usually never does, you stumble over your reply and shock, all the while berating your heart for beating as fast as it is. kita’s just being polite and using social pleasantries, nothing more.

but he does it the next morning, and then the next, and even incorporates, “how are you?” into his line of words on days you two clean. little by little, you get to know more about him -- not a lot, but enough to correct yourself for ever thinking that he’s a dull, austere, mean human being. you tell yourself it’s nothing more, especially when you start looking forward to their games and join the student cheering squad. it’s nothing when you eagerly await for the moments that kita gets subbed in; absolutely nothing when he looks away from the court and into the crowd, catching your eyes and allowing his lips to slip into a demure smile before turning back around. the pounding of your heart and sweating of your hands aren’t related at all, just physiological effects of the game.

and before you know it, graduation comes around and you think you’ll never see him again after this. you’re laughing and taking pictures with your classmates, later spotting aran over the crowd of families. he catches your waving arm and bounding figure, bright grin on his face as he congratulates you. “i’ll miss you all,” you confess and aran affectionately pats your head. “same here. have you seen shinsuke?”

your brows furrow. “no, why? is he looking for me?”

“you sound confused by that. weren’t you two friends?”

“i wouldn’t overassume that...but i doubt i’m on his mind right now.”

aran only nods and adopts a pensive look, taking a moment to think before confessing, “you meant something to him. after all, he greeted you every morning, right?”

you nod. “but what does that have to do with anything?”

aran’s parents interrupt and attempt to drag him away before he can answer, but he beckons for them to give him another minute. quickly, he pulls you into a one-arm hug, telling you over the bustling crowd, “you were part of his routine.”

you’re stunned, frozen in your tracks as aran and his family walk away. their departure creates some space between everyone, and you find yourself looking straight into the golden eyes of the man that had been plaguing your thoughts for months now. he doesn’t back down, not out of defiance though -- rather, he seems to be trying to convey that he sees you, acknowledges your existence and long wedged a placeholder for you in his life.

but the spell is broken when one of your relatives tugs on your arm for you to leave and go home for a big lunch celebration, and that’s the last you see of him.

at least for the next two years. you have a part-time job at osamu’s onigiri shop, having met the man in some cooking classes over the years. while you’re up front most of the time, you occasionally help out in the kitchen during rush hours. evidently, you missed any of the information on the exact source of the rice, remembering nothing more than the fact it was special and held a certain place in osamu’s heart -- because when kita shinsuke walks in to make a special, personal visit, your brain splutters and ceases all deep cognitive functioning.

he looks well, happy, strong, more than he did back in high school. the same air of confidence still surrounds him and encases the entirety of the shop, and instincts nearly have you dropping to your knees so you can hide behind the counter and catch your breath.

“oh shinsuke, you’re here!” osamu calls out from behind you, popping out of the kitchen to help with the rice bags. the most you can muster is a gentle bow before messing with the cash register, pretending to be busy organizing receipts and bills. you tune out most of the conversation cleaning counters, checking customers out, wiping down tables, and anything else that’ll take your mind off the guy your heart could never seem to forget.

but osamu bidding goodbye to kita snaps you out of your reverie. and instead of walking towards the door, kita’s figure approaches you until there’s nothing but 5 feet of wood between the two of you. “it’s good to see you,” he greets softly, a gentle expression casting onto his face and tone.

“i-it’s good to see you too, kita-san,” you barely reply in time, doing everything you can to fight the blood rushing into your face.

“i’d like to take you out for coffee when your shift is over, if that’s okay.”

oh.

“oh, well, yes, but um, my shift doesn’t end for another hour and--”

“oh, you’re good to go for the rest of the day,” osamu calls out with his head popped out the kitchen door, sending a knowing look towards his former captain. in fact, you remember that the owner had been somewhat insistent that you come work today of all days and you never knew why...until now.

that fucker.

shinsuke’s eyes glimmer as the realization hits you, the same demure smile as the one he sent you all those years ago during a volleyball game sitting on his lips. excitement bubbles within you, and you attempt to tease, “only if you can untie my apron for me?”

there’s no hesitation in his demeanor as he walks around the counter and plants himself right in front of you, mere centimeters between the tips of your shoes and his. you can’t bear to look away as an arm reaches around easily undo the bow at your lower back. neither do you miss the ghosting of his fingertips at your waist that burn through the cotton of your t-shirt, and you’re just thankful that no customers are around to witness this heated, intimate moment.

“lead the way, captain,” you can’t help but say. something dark and dangerous crosses his eyes, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. and you think that yes, yes indeed, you’d like to see those eyes more often if you can.

#kita x reader #kita shinsuke #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#kita #kita shinsuke x reader #anon #sweet child

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keichan · 4 years

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Running Through the Night Tsukishima x fem!reader Part 9: The Two of Us

You and Tsukishima have been friends for as long as you two could remember. With a very unexpected confession, how will this affect you two?

Authors note: This is completely a domestic chapter (: I’ve written and deleted it about a good 5 times I’d say. I’m not going to lie, this first month of college has absolutely been kicking my ass. I had to drop my Japanese food class because it was just too much. For ex: I had to write a 300 character paper twice in one week over the difference between 和食　and　日本料理. It was garbage lolol.

ANYWAYS MY NEW TANAKA SMAU IS COMING OUT AT THE END OF THIS MONTH WRITTEN BY ME AND @pipsqweaks

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Word count: 1430

Genre: college au, unrequited love, angst, best friends to lovers, fluff somewhere in there, mutual pining

Warnings: manga time skip!!! FLUFFFFFF

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Your alarm blares loudly on the side of your bed. Rolling out of your sleeping state, you slap around you until you find your phone and switch it off. You quietly attempt to slide off the bed letting out a near silent groan, only to have Kei envelop you in a hug from behind, around your shoulders.

“Where are you going sweetheart?” He mumbled into the crook of your neck. His body felt heavy. He was so tired he was struggling to sit up straight. Your arms rose up to grip his wrists gently. “I have class in two hours, baby. It’s nine in the morning.”

“Two hours?” Kei groaned, pulling you closer to his bare chest. “Sweetheart, just cuddle with me a little longer.” He leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek before slowly laying you back down. You laid on your back, before Kei wriggled over to place his head onto your chest, and curled his body around yours. Within a matter of seconds he was snoring and twitching in his sleep. You ran your fingers through his long hair as you let out a tired chuckle. Almost every morning that you had to wake up before him was like this.

When he wanted to stay in bed, it was hard to say no.

It’s been almost a year since you two have been official and six months since you two have begun renting your own home in the suburbs of Sendai. Close to your university and jobs.

You quietly hum as you caress his face and he gravitates towards your touch in his sleep like a baby. Your hand glides across the sheets to your phone to check the time. It was now 9:45, though you didn’t really notice how quickly time flew as you basked yourself in the comfort of Kei’s presence.

You tap his cheek gently with your fingers.

“Baby, wake up. I need to go get ready for class today.”

Kei buried himself into your chest holding you tighter than before.

“Just skip today.” His voice was muffled by your shirt. You tiredly laughed. “The semester just started, you know I can’t!”

Kei rolled himself off of you before meeting your eyes. He squinted at you and propped himself up on his elbow. A hand carefully extended out and he lifted your chin with his finger before placing a small kiss on your lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You scrambled around the kitchen making both yours and Kei’s breakfast before leaving to class. Luckily campus was only a 10 minute walk and you were still making pretty decent time. You jumped to see him behind you leaning on the door frame. He used both hands to rub his eyes under his glasses before adjusting them on the bridge of his nose. He had a resting frown on his face as he walked over to the counter to begun making his cup of coffee.

“What’d you make this morning, angel?” He asks, placing the mug to his lips, the heat from the drink fogging his lenses white. You turn to present him his food.

“Strawberry pancakes!” You extend the plate in front of his face for his frown to fade into a smile as a corner of his lips tugged upwards. He grabbed the plate from you and placed a small peck on the side of your cheek.

“You’re the best.”

You two basked in a comfortable silence as you both at your breakfast. Kei always liked to sit on the right side of you so his left and can always rest on your thigh. Even in silence it gave him comfort to be touching you in some way. Glancing up at you every once and awhile to offer a tiny smile and give you a light squeeze.

Every morning was like this since you’ve moved in. Though on the days that Kei had decided to be a morning person, he would be the one who cooks.

You turn your wrist to check the time. 10:35.

“Baby I’m gonna go to class, I’ll see you later.” You stand up and your hands reach to collect the plates before Kei gently slaps them away. He raises a finger to point at you.

“Don’t worry about the dishes, it’s not like you live here.” He mumbled, narrowing his eyes. You cup his face just to pinch his cheek roughly.

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

“I pay half the rent here too, baby.” Your eyes meet his to be greeted with a deep scowl.

“I’m trying to be nice.”

“You don’t have to try, dummy.”

You release your hold on his face, to cup it once more and peck his lips. He swiftly grabs the back of your neck in your attempt to pull away, only to deepen the kiss. Pulling you onto his lap, he holds you by the waist. His lips trail to the side of your face and slowly down your neck and collarbone, nipping gently. Kei’s hands slip underneath your shirt. You softly place your hands on his chest, his actions ceasing immediately. You kiss the side of his cheek and check your watch again. 10:45.

You quickly stand up and sling your bag on your shoulder, taking a long stride to the door you call, “I’ll be home around 4 today, baby! Don’t miss me too much!”

“I love you, sweetheart!”

The front door firmly closes leaving Kei in silence. A small smile rests on his lips and he begins to tidy up the kitchen.

With his hands on his hips he glanced over the area giving himself a slight nod for doing a good job (he took a little over an hour to deep clean, just to make you happy). But he still felt like there was more he could do.

You place your hand on the door knob only for it to be yanked open causing you to stumble forward.

“Welcome home!” Kei said warmly, he was wearing his signature smirk as he peered down at you.

“How long were you waiting at the door for?” You pondered. Kei shrugged looking away from you, his stance was towering over you. You studied his face. He was overly excited about something. You reach forward to grab his arm but it’s tucked behind his back along with the other. He doesn’t budge. You groan and pucker your lips looking up with your eyes squeezed shut. His lips gently press against yours.

“Babyyyy, what’re you holding? Lemme see?” You bunched the material of his shirt up in your hands peering up at him.

He rolled his eyes, “well if you’re gonna act like this…”

His right hand curved around his body, with his left returning on the other side to grab the object. Well… it wasn’t an object… it was a…

“TSUKISHIMA KEI! YOU ADOPTED A PUPPY WHILE I WAS IN CLASS!” You squealed before gently grasping the dog from your boyfriend's hands. It was a small shiba-inu puppy. It’s ears perked up as you stared at it with its tongue out panting slightly. Your eyes were as big as the moon.

“His name is Hiro. I got him from the shelter down the street.” He crossed his arms over his chest, his ego growing slightly bigger than before.

“He’s cute isn’t he?”

“Yes he is!” You booped Hiro’s nose with your index finger. Cradling the dog in your arms you look up to Kei.

“This is the start of our own little family, isn’t it?”

Kei melted in place as you gave him the most perfect smile. The one he’s been in love with all of these years. The smirk completely dissipated from his face to be replaced with a smile so big his eyes squinted shut. He laughed a genuine laugh. He moved closer to you to grab your face with both hands.

“You’re absolutely right, sweetheart. I’m so lucky it’s with you.” He placed a quick peck to your lips before rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Remember when you confessed to me that one time, and you said we’d get a dog-“

“Please don’t talk about my confession-“

“At least I said yes.”

“Yes a whole two business weeks later, thank you very much!”

“Do you want me to take it back?”

“That’s not allowed, sweetheart.”

“Is that a challenge? Because I’ll defin-“

Kei cut you off by placing his lips on yours, rather roughly, trying his best not to squish your new son between your chests.

This was you and Kei’s forever.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu college au #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fluff #mutual pining #best friends to lovers

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hyocherie · 3 years

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AtsuHina: T w o W o r l d s (侑日:2つの世界)

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第1章

"Mommy! Mommy! Tell me that story again!" Hinata jumped and jumped in excitement. His eyes are full of childhood innocence and enthusiasm. Hinata is a 6-year-old lad who lives with his mother, Yui, who is ill. His father works 24/7 to buy medicine for his mother because that's the only thing they can afford. No matter how much they need to go to the hospital, she just stayed at home so that her husband wouldn't exhaust himself from working.

"What story?" His mother asked, messing with Hinata's fluffy orange hair. Her mother couldn't stop smiling.

"The story of the Kitsune princess!" He exclaimed with excitement.

"Alright, alright, calm down, darling," Yui said, guiding the little lad to sit by her side. Hinata sat beside his mother, cross-legged.

"This is the story of the Kitsune princess..."

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Once upon a time, there lived the crown princess of the Inari. Her name was Shizuku, meaning 'relaxing sky'. She grew up with 2 brothers who are twins, but in which they were never found after the Emperor sent them out of the household. This was because of their rebellion against the dynasty. In that time, Shizuku was desperate to see her brothers again, so she rebelled against her family with anger. She broke the rules little by little, but she gets away with it, as she is the crown princess. Then, she broke the golden rule, not to go to the human world.

At night, she swiftly shapeshifted into human and sneaked out of the Imperial House, with her subordinate covering for her. She then found herself walking into a small village in Hyogo. It was nighttime, the cold as freezing as ice, the wind as slow and swift as the cats at night. She strode through the sleeping streets, with her hakama gliding through the concrete ground. She then saw a Cherry Blossom tree, blossoming in the moon's light. She runs towards it and danced with glee under it.

She had a lot of these in the Imperial House, but this one feels different. The peach-coloured flowers gay her in delight, as the moon shone like a spotlight for her. As she didn't notice, a guy stood far away.

He looked at her suspiciously, for she wore a hakama.

"Hey."

Shizuku stopped, she looked at where the voice came from. She flushed in embarrassment.

"Um-hi?"

"Why are you here this late at night?"

"Um..." She couldn't say a word, she can't tell him what really happened or he'll find her crazy.

The guy then walked closer to her, keeping a meter away from where she's standing. He looked at the flowers and held one in his hand. He smiled, she blushed more.

"I remember when I was young, I danced under the tree," He then glanced at her. "Like you did earlier."

"U-um-about that-"

"Don't worry, everyone will want to dance under this tree," He smiled at her.

"What's your name?"

"Um...Shizuku. Ito Shizuku."

"Seiji. Tanaka Seiji."

"That name..."

"Hm?"

"Does that mean 'lawful and just'?"

"I don't know..."

"Well, that what it means," She then stood closer to him.

Seiji then took his hand out for a handshake, Shizuku followed.

"It's nice to meet you, Shizuku-san."

"You too, Seiji-san."

But little did Seiji know, Shizuku found his name...familiar.

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Yui smiled, to see her son asleep on her lap. She gently caressed his hair, being joyful that this angel existed in her life. She placed a small kiss on his head and covered him with a blanket. She laid down beside and bid him goodnight.

The moon watched over the two sleeping humans, tears are starting to fall from her eyes.

Morning came, birds singing their endless tune, animals staring to do their morning routines. The sun blinded the eyes of Osamu, who woke up early in the morning to play with Akari, an adopted fox that Grandmama took custody of. Atsumu looked at the sky, covering his eyes a little because of the sun. Akari was sitting beside Osamu, playing with a sunflower.

"Osamu! Osamu!" She called.

"Yes, Akari-chan?"

"Look," she pointed at the butterfly that was sitting on the sunflower she's holding.

"How pretty..."

The butterfly then flew away from the flower, it then rested on Atsumu's nose.

"What's this?" He interrogated, still fuzzy in sleep.

"Good Morning, Tsum-tsum," Akari greeted.

"Mornin'. What time is it?"

"7 am, my darling twin," Osamu replied with a sarcastic smile on his face.

"I'm going back to sleep," he said, walking back into the small house.

"NO!" Akari then stood up from her seat then grabbed Atsumu. "You're not going anywhere..."

"I'm still sleepy, Akari."

"No."

A small chuckle then escaped Osamu's lips.

"Akari-"

"It's already morning. Waking up late are for lazy foxes. You won't have the energy to run and do things..."

"No-"

"NO! Follow me!"

"But I'm older-"

"I'm still more powerful than you," Akari smugged.

"Jeez, yes, God Akari..."

Osamu started to laugh quietly. Things never change, huh, he thought.

Then, someone called from the kitchen.

"Now stop fighting you two and come here for breakfast. Osamu, can you set up the table In the garden?"

"Yes, Grandmama," Osamu then stood up from log he's sitting on and went to the garden to begin preparing.

"Haiiiiii!" Akari and Atsumu answered loudly.

"Now, follow your god," Akari then pulled Atsumu towards the garden.

"You can let me go..."

"All right," But when Akari let go of Atsumu, he ran as fast as he can to his room. Unfortunately, Akari caught him immediately.

"Got ya..."

Akari smirked. She dragged him forcefully to the garden.

"Ow!"

Grandmama smiled.

"Oh, my daughter, looked at how your twins grew,"

She then went back to preparing the food.

"Thank you for the food!"

They all said in unison, while Atsumu said it to Akari. He got a smack in the head.

"Hey!"

Akari ignored him and ate her food.

"Brat,"

"Lazy fox," She replied softly.

"What?!-"

"Stop fighting and just eat," Osamu sternly butted in.

"Yes," Atsumu replied. Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw Akari smirking.

"This brat..."

Their breakfast was still as tasty as ever. And the secret ingredient, the laughs and stories between the family.

Chapter 1 is done! I'm sorry if I took a while...

And tests are done so...I can update as much as I can! I'm already producing chapter 2 so don't you worry!~

But, I would like to self-advertise like a saleswoman here, but please check out my Quotev account. I just like it there than Wattpad because you can make quizzes. And people there find the stories faster than Wattpad. I already have 15 followers there while here, I only have 3 for no some reason. But it's fine, I'll wait!

But I'm really sorry if this is short and all...but I already have the plot and structure of the story. It just might take a while because I still have to search some words from the million words the English vocabulary has to find a good structure to express this story.

But, I hoped you enjoyed Chapter 1! Chapter 2 will be AtsuHina's meeting...

Oof-spoiler.

Bye!

And yes, some notes:

-Akari is two years younger than the twins. Osamu and Atsumu are born on October 5 and Akari is born on February 1.

-Ito Shizuku and Tanaka Seiji are Incarnations. You'll know more in the next few chapters.

-The twins are more than a hundred years old, same as Akari. Hinata is 6 years old, as said earlier.

-Hinata's father won't have that mush storytime here. He'll be anonymous.

-Hinata's mom is made up because there's no much info about her in the manga and anime.

-The gif above is from the Ghibli movie Whisper of the Heart, their appearance will be Ito Shizuku and Tanaka Seiji. The names of those characters are Tsukishima Shizuku (Girl) and Amasawa Seiji (boy). Ito and Tanaka will be original characters based on the movie characters.

-All questions and confusions in this story you have will be discussed more further in the next chapters, also the prologue.

-Kitsune (is a type of Yokai that) can shapeshift.

-Ito Shizuku is born from a dynasty. She is the Crown Princess of the Ito Dynasty. The twins (her brothers) were disposed from their positions as the crown princes.

-Facts: Shizuku's mother is the Emperess, her father is the Emperor. The emperor is the son of the Empress Dowager (widowed), Shizuku's grandmother. The Grand Empress Dowager (also widowed) is Shizuku's Great-grandmother, the mother of the Empress Dowager. A crown princess could be the spouse of the crown prince or the heir to the throne, or the first-in-line to be the heir of the throne.

(knew this from The Last Empress, what a good K-drama)

-Shizuku's kanji should be 雫, but it's meaning is literally droplet. Changed it into 穏空, meaning relaxing sky. Seiji's kanji 聖司 should mean sacred and precise over, but we'll use the meaning lawful and just for this fanfic.

REMINDER: This is a fictional drama based on the facts of Japanese folklore and the Constitutional Monarchy of Japan.

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monstrous-femme · 4 years

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C + Student

Written for @mcuthere for the prompt: Maybe Paxton asks Devi to help him study for a test in their shared history class and Paxton opens up to Devi about his insecurity of people assuming he’s dumb

Read it here or on ao3.

The halls are full of noise. Football players shoving each other and landing in lockers, couples talking slightly louder than normal people ever talked (what, did they think they were on reality TV or something? There’s no hidden cameras,) and most of all, the noise that stomped its way through his brain the harder he tried not to think about the crumpled essay at the bottom of his bag.

not good enough not good enough not good enough not good enough not

and it’s almost midterms and last time he tried to take a test his mind had frozen up, his hands had sweat through the page like they never did before a swim meet, did teachers mark down for sweat marks on the paper, did they notice his lips moving as he read the questions to himself over and over

Paxton Hall-Yoshida needs a fucking miracle, which was why he’s forcing himself to move, down the racket of the hallway, (and really, did high schoolers need to be this loud?), wondering if there was any good way to tell a girl you were mad at that she was your only hope if you didn’t want to retake sophomore history a third time.

“Hey,” he says when he reaches her. His voice is so quiet that he doesn’t know if she can hear him over the din.

But Devi, of course, looks up. She smiles hesitantly. “Hey! I’m so glad you’re talking to me. I thought you were mad at me. For lying. About us, having—”

Paxton really, really does want to go over this all again. “I’ve thought of a way you can make it up to me.”

“Oh?”

He’s not trying to take advantage. He knows she has a crush on him, but he also knows that she’s brave, the kind of whirlpool of a girl who can proposition a boy for sex or talk to a coyote like it’s her dad. And he knows she’s loyal, and loves the people in her life, but most of all, what Paxton knows about Devi Vishwakumar is that when they turned in that project a few weeks ago, he and Trent had gotten by with B minuses and a suspicious glance from Mr. Shapiro. Devi had gotten an A and a little note from their teacher saying they knew she’d done most of the work.

(He hadn’t meant to peek. He just couldn’t imagine Devi Vishwakumar getting a B minus.)

“I need your help studying for our history midterm.”

A favor that would have made any of his other friends laugh in his face, and here she is, beaming at him like he just brought her a dozen fucking roses, and he knows she idolizes him, but he really needs to pass this class.

“I’ll meet you at your house after school,” she promises. “We won’t stop studying until you’re perfect to go. A+. I promise.”

Paxton tries to smile, but the pounding in his head is getting worse. “I’ll give you a ride,” he offers. “I’m skipping practice to study. We can go right after school.”

“Even better.”

The words in this textbook are too tiny and the section on Japanese internment uses misleading language to imply that it was voluntary. It wasn’t. Paxton might not be great at school, but he always listens when his grandpa talks to him, so he knows about his time in Manzanar, which the textbook misspells as Mazanar.

“So, if you write down three important things from every page, it’ll help your brain anchor itself so you can remember more of what’s on here. Sort of like a mind map. Detail one and detail two will help you remember what connects them. That way you don’t have to write down every single thing.”

Paxton nods, only half listening. The D- in his backpack is still weighing on him, and he doesn’t see how writing down three details from each page will do him any good when he wrote down every detail for the last test and still only scraped by with a C.

“Paxton?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you listening?”

“Not really, sorry, I just hate this stuff.” He tries to pass it off with a shrug, but he’s not sure it looks casual. Makes sense. He’s not feeling very casual right now.

“What stuff?”

“Tests.”

“Why?”

Paxton sighs. “I don’t know. I freeze up, and then I read the questions wrong, and I can hear everyone else writing while I’m still trying to understand what the hell I’m looking at.”

Devi’s nose scrunches up like it does when she’s confused. “Do you want to be good at school?”

“Um, yeah?”

“Why?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You know, my mom has a PHD in philosophy and my dad writes these crazy, like, sci-fi stories that I don’t understand at all.”

“But you don’t have to be smart. You’re hot and popular.”

He groans. “Devi, don’t do that.”

“What? What am I doing?”

“That thing where you refuse to notice that I’m a person because I have qualities that you specifically are interested in.”

“Everyone’s interested in being hot and popular.”

“Is that why you told the whole school you were having sex with me?”

“Technically I just told them when we were going to have sex and didn’t tell them it didn’t happen. Anyway, you said that this would be a way I could make it up to you.”

Paxton looks at her levelly. “But is that why you told them?”

Devi hesitates. “Because you’re hot and popular?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe.”

“That’s what I thought.”

She looks down for a moment, and this isn’t what he wanted, he wasn’t trying to dampen her spark, he’s just sick of everybody needing him for all the wrong things. All he wants to do is get into a pool and swim until his calves burn. Swimming makes sense. Taking care of his friends makes sense. Being popular makes enough sense, because there are rules to follow.

But none of the rules should involve making someone as vibrant as Devi Vishwakumar look this sad.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Devi shakes her head. “No. I’m just thinking about—something my dad taught me. He said he wasn’t good at tests either, so he taught me all these tricks—maybe that’s what you need.”

“What kind of tricks?”

She stretches out her legs, shoving the textbooks off to the side. “Have you ever read through a test and realized that one question has the answer for another one in it?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, it happens. And Mr. Shapiro is the kind of teacher who does that a lot, so you could start by reading through the whole test at the beginning and see what clues he gives you. And my dad had this whole thing about gum—he said if you chew gum while you study and chew the same gum while you take the test, it’ll help you do better.”

“I don’t think Mr. Shapiro will let me have gum in class.”

“He has to if you have a learning disability. Do you think you might be dyslexic? It’d be easy to find out and that might be why you have trouble reading quickly.”

Paxton nods. “Okay,” he said. “Tell me more of these tricks. Maybe this’ll actually help.”

He listens as well as he can, but his mind keeps drifting to Devi’s smile. He’s never heard her talk about her dad, except after the coyote attack. Her eyes grow soft, even as she’s explaining to him about how to phrase an answer to hide the parts you don’t know. She talks for a good forty-five minutes, and he doesn’t interrupt. Maybe he’ll get through a test for once, and maybe he won’t, but either way, he’ll be glad he got to see her like this.

“Do you think that’ll help?” she asks finally.

Paxton shakes himself back to reality. “Honestly? I don’t know. But if it works for Devi Vishwakumar, I’ll give it a try.”

“So do you forgive me for telling everyone—you know?” Her fingers twitch nervously in her lap.

“I do. Honestly, I might even owe you one at this point.”

“I take Venmo and Cashapp.”

Paxton laughes, and then, for the first time he can remember, Paxton Hall-Yoshida does something that isn’t in the rulebook.

“How about this?” he says, and leans in.

The kiss burns through him, the way Devi’s energy burns through everything. Paxton’s stomach drops like he’s thirteen fucking years old and being kissed for the first time. Only Devi’s lips are much softer, even as she moves in closer to bite his lower lip, and Devi’s hands are firmer, fingers gliding into his hair and holding him in place. He forgets to breath, but his hands have moved to her waist, and now he’s the one pulling her closer.

And then, it’s over. And it’s just a moment. He could walk it back, like he’s done before with girls at parties who want more than he can give.

“There,” he says. “Now you can tell the whole school you’ve kissed Paxton Hall-Yoshida, and you won’t be lying.”

Devi’s mouth sharpens. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” she says, and there’s that fierceness of hers, that same energy she’d had when she propositioned him that first time he noticed her, the same energy she won battles with in the classroom. “You were right. I need to treat you like a person. Especially if I want this to happen again.”

Paxton’s face feels warm. “Do you want it to happen again?”

“If you do. If you can—I don’t know, trust me or whatever.”

He nods. “I’ll, um, let you know.”

Devi kisses him on the cheek, then gathers her textbook and notes into her backpack. “Knock ‘em dead tomorrow.”

“What?”

“The test?”

“Right. Yeah, of course.” Paxton stands to get the door for her. “Thanks again.”

“Any time.”

It sounds like she means it.

The next week, Paxton’s test comes back with a C plus.

He couldn’t be happier about it.

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Switching Sides: Part 12 (HLITF)

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If you wanna catch up, Part 11 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature, Abuse, Kidnapping, Torture.

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Light was surrounding me. It was warm. It's an unfamiliar feeling and I didn't like it- like a humid heat in the height of summer. My eyes flutter open to find out where I was and the room was unfamiliar. There was a beeping somewhere, so I tried to lift my head and find out where it was coming from, but my head hurt too much to move.

‘Dad's gonna get angry if he finds out I'm not at home.’ Dread filled my stomach as my eyes darted around. I didn't know where I was or where Juna was. ‘Were we kidnapped? Did dad get angry and send us somewhere?’ The last thing I remembered was being driven home from the community centre after my judo class. Had we walked in on something dad didn't want us seeing?

Forcing myself up and out of the guarded bed I was in, I found myself taller than I remember.ed I looked down and my legs were covered in green and purple.

‘Dad's not going to be happy about this. Did I fall over in judo?’ I tried to remember what made me pass out in the first place, but my mind was blank.

When I try walking to the door, I felt a tug on my arm that hurt. Looking down, I spotted wires injected into my skin. A feeling in the pit of my stomach told me not to pull it out, so I grabbed the hat stand that held the bags I was connected to.

Wracking my brain to remember what I was doing before this, a dark scene played in my mind. I sat, my knees growing weak with the memory of my captivity. I wasn't a teenager, I was a trained police officer who had been kidnapped. For days, maybe even weeks, I had been locked in that room with those men routinely trying to kill me. Tears grew in my eyes as the sound of my cries echoed in my brain.

Once I realised that the pain was over,, that I was out and relatively safe, my mind raced with fearful thoughts. How had I got here? Had Juna also been caught? Was she okay? With all these questions and no one to answer them, I forced myself on my feet, holding my tightening rib cage.

In the hallway, I saw there were many rooms like the one I was in. ‘I must be in the hospital, but... Who brought me here?’ I thought, slowly stepping through the empty corridor. My feet were bare, so I could feel how icy the floor felt, yet not as cold as the vault. Soon enough, I spotted a desk with women sitting at it. I jumped into hiding for a reason I wasn't so sure. Having been abused by every person I met for such a long time, I grew weary of new faces.

Looking around, I saw a sign that pointed towards an elevator. It led me away from all those strangers, so I followed the corridor to find a way to get out for good.

As I waited for the doors to open, someone called out to me.

"Hey! What're you doing out of bed?" A man's voice erupted behind me and I darted down the hall, just wanting to find my sister. I needed to know if she was safe.

As I rounded the corner, I hit someone face to chest. Before I could fall back, they grabbed my wrist. When I allowed myself to open my eyes, I was horrified by what I saw.

"What're you doing, moron?" Kaga smirked down at me, like he had caught me in a lie. I tried to escape from his grasp, but he just frowned.

"Ple-Please let me go. I don't know you." I stuttered out a shockingly bad excuse for a lie, pulling weakly on my arm. I had little to no strength left in my body.

"Oh, yeah?" The instructor questioned as he pinned me to the wall next to us. "Should I help you remember?" He let his finger glide along my chin and I tried not to blush at the close contact. Wiring my mouth shut, I tried desperately not to admit who I was. If he was only here in passing, what would happen to me if I admitted to indirectly faking my own death?

Before I could look away from his intense gaze, he moved in close so that if I moved at all, our lips would touch.

"Do you remember bringing me back to life?" His voice was low and husky, the smell of his minty smokey breath lighting up my senses. My heart raced thinking about what happened in the hotel basement after I saved him several times in the spand of maybe twenty minutes. The one moment of weakness I shocked myself with by kissing him. A blush heated my cheeks as I thought about it.

"Katsumi, there you are." A second man's voice pulled me back to earth and Kaga retracted from me. I didn't realise I wasn't breathing, so when I finally did, I sounded a little exasperated.

Still recovering, I looked towards the voice to find a man I had never met before. "I'm your doctor. You gave us quite a fright when you showed up missing." The man seemed kind as he pulled a medical tool out of his pocket. I flinched when he shined a light in my eye.

"How are you feeling? Any dizziness? Nausea? Pain?" He continued the checkup despite my trepidation.

"N-No. Just a little weak." I mumbled, not wanting Kaga to know how frail I was. It was embarrassing enough for him to see me so beat up. In truth, every inch of my body was burning. Searing pains jolted up my thighs and pangs of aches shot out of my torso. My head was cloudy, I’m sure from the medication they had me on.

Before my doctor could ask any more questions, I asked my own. "Where's my sister? Is she safe?" Avoiding Kaga's gaze, I looked directly at the man in a white coat. He looked surprised at first but soon eased into it.

"Your sister is the one that reported you missing. She's perfectly fine. Would you like us to give her a call?" The doctor smiled and I nodded curtly. My shoulders eased once I knew she was safe.

"Now, before you use up all your energy, can I escort you back to your room?" The doctor offered to guide me back. Stealing a glance at Kaga, who looked completely disinterested by the situation, I accepted his helping hand, my legs beginning to shake a little under my own weight.

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"Oh, Katsu! You're awake!" My sister's tearful reunion was witnessed by both Kanto and Kaga, who had stayed with me until they arrived- apparently an order from his Chief. Kanto couldn't relax and neither could I, but Juna seemed completely at peace with the overbearing detective in the room.

"How long was I out for?" I laughed, tears of joy collecting in my eyes as she squeezed me lightly, her touch telling me I was truly safe. My doctor had warned us about my cracked ribs and ruptured organs, so I wasn't really supposed to be walking around at all. He said it was a miracle I even made it to the elevators without opening my stitches or having the energy to do so.

"A week at least! Oh, I'm so glad you're finally safe!" Juna had pulled back but quickly threw her arms back around me. Over her shoulder, I nodded to Kanto in a way that said it was nice to see him and he nodded back.

"Um... What happened?" I asked, which made everyone freeze. I knew that I had been kidnapped and about all the pain I had withstood, but I had no clue how I got here.

"Well, I went to the station to tell your old instructors that you were missing. I had to talk them into it, but they agreed when I told them you were Atsuko." She glared at Kaga when she explained their hesitance to follow her blindly.

"Juna, I told you it's unsafe to go after me. You don’t know what people he has in the department. If anyone saw yo-." I complained and her gaze whipped back.

"How could I let him take you like that? Look at you! You came after me! I had to do something." She frowned down at my body and so did I. I had spots of scars all over my thighs, which I remembered were from my father's ugly habit. I had a bandage over my forehead from the head injury I had endured before and while I was in captivity. I had lost a fingernail to a pair of pliers and my hand was bandaged up, mangled from one of my father’s rages. I flinched when I lived through everything all over again.

"Did you catch my father?" The question blew into my mind like a hurricane, pushing out all other worries. I thought he had died last time without checking, I wasn't going to pass this time. My gaze shot to Kaga as he leaned on the wall.

"He's in custody." He nodded, giving me one of Ishigami's vague, political answers. I looked at Juna, hoping she would have more information.

"They've been studying our evidence, Katsu. He's going away for life." She whispered in my ear so that no one else could hear and a rush of tears came to my eyes. They were tears of relief. For years I had been watching my back, wondering when the next time I would be caught would occur. But, now he could suffer the same way I had a hundred times over.

Throwing my legs over the side of my hospital bed, I ran to Kaga and threw my arms around him. "Thank you for not killing him," I announced into his chest, embarrassed but also not caring about all the people that were watching us. I wanted to show my gratitude, and this was the best way I could do it for now.

I didn’t want my father dead. Not only would he be valuable to taking down the rest of his gang and whatever information he could pathetically give in fear of being sent to general population, he didn’t deserve death. It was an easy way out for a man like his. He wouldn’t be punished on the earth he had ruined with his ‘business’. I was glad he was alive to see me live.

Suddenly, I felt a buzzing by my ear and jumped back, realising it was Kaga's phone. He pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket, pretending that didn't just happen, and stepped out of the room. But, I was so close, I thought I had seen a tint of pink on his face. Or was that just the way his skin was?

My doctor soon helped me back to my bed when I started clutching at my ribs. The exhaustion I hadn't yet felt settled in and my eyelids grew heavy.

"Katsumi, Noburu found this at the club." Taking out a buttoned phone from her pocket, exactly like the one I had when attending the PSD academy, Juna and Kanto began to say their goodbyes. I took it from her with a smile, although I was struggling to see what any of the characters meant. My brows frowned as I put it right up close to my face, but they were all a blurry mess.

"Here." The doctor held a pair of glasses up to me and my sister's gaze turned back around in shock. I had never needed glasses at all, I had better vision than most people. "It’s probably a side effect from your concussion. It went a long time untreated. It could clear up the more you use your eyes." The doctor's expression was soft as I put the glasses, which must have been his because they were much too big for me, on my face. Thankfully, the image sharpened the image only slightly, although enough to help me read all the text messages that had surfaced on the lock screen.

Multiple texts from Noburu, asking where I was and if I was alright and, if I hadn't made it to the club yet, telling me not to come because it had been broken into. A tear came to my eye as I remembered the fear that I felt in that moment where I had no control. I was annoyed I had been so careless to not check the room and let my guard down too early. I clenched my fists as I let my head fall into them.

"You shouldn't feel bad, you know." The doctor's voice spoke up from the cabinet in the corner of the room and my gaze shot up in fright. I hadn't even noticed he was still here, everyone else had made their exits. His voice was soft, but not comforting. It almost reminded me of the man that fed me while I was being held captive. He turned around, holding a bag of clear liquid.

"You won't be able to eat solids for a while yet. This will give you the nutrients you need." He lifts his arms towards the I.V. stand and I flinched when he started to low them again. Now that I could move my limbs to defend myself, I wrapped my arms around my head to stop the oncoming assault.

Then, I realised it wasn't likely he was going to pound on my skull or throw me around by my hair, so I shakingly lowered my defence. Looking at the doctor, avoiding his gaze with the embarrassment I felt, I could see a look of pity in his eyes and a frown settled on my face. I never wanted that. I didn't need the emotions stable people felt when they found out what I had been through. It was the experiences I had and nothing else. It's how I survived and grew into the woman I was, there was nothing for them to feel sorry for.

"It will take a few days to readjust again. Don't worry, you won't feel like this forever. When you're ready to talk about what happened to you, the detectives would like to listen." He collected the clipboard on the table at the end of my bed and pulled his pen out of his front pocket, likely noting down my reaction to him. I bit the tip of my thumb and looked towards the light on my left, relieved to see the outside world, the clouded sky shining into my hospital room. I clenched the sheets that laid over my legs in my other hand, reassured to feel everything other than dirty.

Seeing that I had somewhat calmed down again, the doctor left my room and silence clamped down around me.

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Hours had passed since I was left alone in that white room. Or it had felt like it. All I could do was look out the window, muted, watching the memories of days before repeating in my vision like a film I couldn't look away from. But, I was thankful that I finally wasn't surrounded by darkness. I could see all the shapes in the room vividly, except for anything that was a metre away from me or closer. I strained my eyes to try and read a magazine a nurse had brought in for me, but with the doctor taking his glasses with him, it was no use. Not that I could totally understand the word anyway. My memory of the Japanese language was hazy, almost like I didn't grow up learning it. Almost like it wasn't my first language. I bit divots into my thumb, praying that I wouldn't be affected by this for long.

That evening, Juna returned with some food, but, again, a nurse reminded her I wasn't allowed any solids so my stomach could heal from the internal bleeding I endured under my father's reign. I laughed as she pouted, complaining about how much time she had spent making the delicious treat.

"Don't worry about it, Juna. I'm not that hungry anyway." I lied. Truthfully, I felt a little sick. The worries I felt were surely causing stomach ulcers, but I didn't want to bother anyone with my needless concern. I was free now, forever.

So, why did I feel like I had to be constantly watching my back?

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The next day, after a mostly sleepless night, Kaga returned with Instructor Soma. My restlessness was mainly due to my fear of closing my eyes. I had tried to force myself awake for so many hours that I feared, if I did close my eyes, I might never wake up again. Or, worse, I'd wake up in that room.

I heard the nurse warning the detectives of this outside my hospital room. I caught Soma's uneasy look as he peered into my room, quickly looking away in fear he would notice how tired I was.

"Katsumi, the detectives are here to ask you some questions about your abduction. Can they come in?" The nurse came in with another bag of medicine, speaking in a light-hearted tone. They were likely trained to be blunt with victims, in case beating around the bush allowed them to pretend it had never happened. I accepted her request, but Kaga was in before I even motioned a nod.

"At- Katsumi, it's good to see you awake." Soma smiled, standing at the end of my bed beside my old mentor. I gulped, nodding at the thought of looking so weak in front of them. Any respect I had gained during my time with them, however so little, would have dispersed the moment they saved me from my father.

"You can call me whatever you like... I'm the one that lied to you." Avoiding Kaga's penetrating gaze, I stared at the empty cup in my hands, resting them in my lap as I sat against the propped up bed. I had consumed the hot beverage hours ago, but I didn't want to bother any of the busy nurses to ask them to refill it. I was just content being able to lift the cup to my own lips.

"What communication did you have with your captors?" Kaga asked, brazenly stoic as he bored holes into me. My eyes flashed wide as all the questions thrown at me came hurtling back into my ears. If I was consciously paying attention, I would have noticed Soma secretly stiffen up, trying to stop himself from speaking to the captain how he might have liked to.

"I only ever saw three men while I was there. One man fed me. Another was sent to torture me when... when my father... when he couldn't... The head of the mafia was the most frequent visitor." I tried to steal my nerves the best I could, but I felt my hands shaking just thinking about all the pain I had endured. My eye still pulsed lightly from the bruising and bleeding I was told could have resulted in my worsened eyesight. My fist clenched the sheets that covered the burn marks on my legs and I was already resting back on my pillow as my body stayed weak.

Although, as I explained myself, I felt like I needed to hold back. Even if I couldn't become a detective to try and find his reasoning for my father's questions, I didn't want to find the result an investigation would come up with. My mother, who my father seemed so desperate to find, was out in the world somewhere and not buried in his graveyard. Or that's what he believed. But, I couldn't bring myself to find out if she was dead or not. I didn't want to know if she was happy or missing me. She had died years ago in my eyes, and it was going to stay like that.

"If this is too much for you, we can come back later." Soma noticed my hesitance to continue, but I shook my head.

"I'm used to it," I muttered, continuing my staring match with the empty cup. I would have laughed if it wasn’t so fresh. I was usually nonchalant about my past, or as jovial as I could be about it. It was partly due to the fact no one could know where I was actually from, and partly my need to ignore everything that happened to me. I felt like if I just joked about being used to harsh behaviour, it made it less real.

Suddenly, a large hand plucked the object from me and my gaze shot up to see Kaga turning away. He walked towards the sink, filling up the glass, and thrusted it back into my grasp. I gulped, silently thanking him for his strange and heavy handed act of kindness. Lifting the cup to my lips, I took a quick sip.

“Hoshino just wanted to punish me for running away. Well, for trying to run away again." I sighed, turning to the window as a light blush settled on my cheeks.

"I tried to run before. After my mother went missing. But I was caught and..." I looked down at my fingertips. It had been so long since then, I forgot what having prints like that felt or looked like. "He didn't want me to be identified if I wound up dead. He threatened my sister if I tried again again." Fisting my hand, I settled it beside my leg.

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"That'll be enough for today." A man's voice spoke up behind us and we both turned to see Katsumi's doctor. "She needs her rest." His expression was surprisingly hostile as he and I stared at each other. Soma bowed to the girl in the bed, thanking her for her cooperation, and we both left.

"How could a man do that to his own daughter?" Soma writhed with anger as we waited for the elevator. I was shocked, honestly, that he was so openly distraught. He was usually so calm with other witnesses and victims we’d talked to, how was this different for him?

Well, I couldn't blame him when I was the exact same. Anger bubbled up within me as I listened to Katsumi's summed up story of what she had grown up with. I was furious that she had to suffer through all of that, be able to escape, and then be thrown back into it with ten times the violence.

The two of us sat in silence as I drove us back to the academy.

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Masking - Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27939147/chapters/68493032 You step off the elevator at the top floor.

The Interior is sumptuous, but you don't get time to take it in fully before Soejima leads you inside. He holds the door open, and bows slightly. His commitment to playing Prince Charming would be impressive if he wasn't the target of your investigation.

"After you, Nagisa."

You nod your head and step inside a bright, open space. It reminds you of a greenhouse, with floor to ceiling windows allowing natural light to flood the space. Harp music flows in from another room. Did he hire a harp player? Every pluck is clear as a bell, and soothing. Two massive bookcases dominate this main room, one filled with decor and books-as-decor and the other, adjacent to a wet bar, filled with bottles of rare vintages of wine. Many of them still look full. There is no ladder in sight.

You approach the center of the room to look at the main spread. A semi circular leather couch and two accent chairs surround a glass topped low round table filled with trays of cookies and sandwiches, chocolate, desserts. Despite the sumptuous spread, the relaxed atmosphere suggests that many of his guests are regular attendees.

Around the room are other tables for private conversation, appointed with bright white table cloths. The chatter is lively. Hotel waiters glide throughout to refresh tea pots and trays of treats.

Nothing sketchy or sleazy at all. You inwardly sigh in relief that this will be nothing like the suggestive environs of the masquerade. And yet...you feel a slight twinge of regret that you likely won't be verbally sparring with Kei Soejima today. He seems to be on his best behavior today, in fact.

This mission has nothing to do with wrongdoing, and you remind yourself this is a target and a mission somewhat different than your usual. You've always gotten a thrill out of exposing a closet full of skeletons. But this is merely watching someone. Being reduced to a walking camera feels below your formidable skill set.

Soejima turns around to face you. "In addition to the basic afternoon tea menu…there's champagne, brandy and other drinks as well." He waves to the well stocked wet bar you noticed on your way in. "Feel free to help yourself to whatever you'd like."

You reply politely, "Thank you. What a lovely space you have up here."

A smile warms his face -- accepting your compliment. He takes a deep bow before continuing, "Thank you, I'm flattered you think so. I want this space to be a place for lots of people to come and share ideas."

He starts walking towards the windows, and your feet follow him to a small table by the window. You both take your seats and a waiter approaches the table. Soejima claps his hands, exclaiming, "it wouldn't be a good tea party without any tea. Let's start off with some, shall we?"

"Sure."

"Your choices are Earl Grey, Assam, and Darjeeling."

"I will take the Darjeeling, if you don't mind."

Soejima smiles at the water. "I'll have the same, then. Bring over a little of everything, as well." The waiter nods and disappears through a side door.

Soejima is certainly laying it on thick today. How should you approach conversation? You're to assess the real reason he came to Japan. Typically you get close to your target for information, but you're hesitant. His scent completely overwhelmed your senses two nights ago. Today it’s barely noticeable. To say your hindbrain is confused is an understatement. Your rational mind is relieved - you can treat him like anyone else.

“Soejima, I heard you own this floor?” “Yes, a friend of mine owns this hotel, so… he sold me this floor to use while I stay in Japan on business. He gives me free rein to hold whatever gatherings I want. I'm very lucky.”

You scan his eyes for any hints of mischief and find none. His face is a perfect mask of calm. Not likely to get anything out of him in public. You maintain your wariness, though. Your eyes flit to the scarf he is wearing around his neck. It’s a bit out of place, and it looks a little suspicious for a well-put together man like Soejima.

“As you saw from my business card, I am a diplomat. So whenever I am in Japan, I like to make the most of my time. Oh! Right on time.” His attention snaps over to the approaching waiter.

They bring a large tray and expertly set up a stand, carefully balancing the large tray on it. The spread they brought over is rather ambitious for your small table. Soejima helps with setting out our tea, with a small platter of cookies, scones, and sandwiches. The spread is complete with two small cups of soup and a single hors d’oeuvre on a plate in front of each of you.IIt takes up your table in no time. The smells from the savory soup make your mouth water. You do get to eat fancy food for work quite often, but this is a whole new level. And you were sure the British weren’t known for their cuisine.

The waiter rattles off, “Today you have a stilton cheese and asparagus soup, watercress and egg salad sandwich, with a selection of savory and sweet scones and spreads. The amuse-bouche is pincho with cheddar cheese.The cookies are anise seed madeleines dipped in chocolate. If you need anything else, please don’t hesitate to notify one of the staff.”

You can’t quite stop yourself from exclaiming, “This looks fantastic!” One of the perks of being a spy in high places has been getting to sample exquisite flavors. Today looks to be no exception.

“I've found that excellent food is important when you're looking to get people to open up to you. Essential for me, as I run my family's charitable foundation,” Kei offers, while spreading butter on to a scone. All of a sudden, his scent hits you and you find your attention fixed on his adam’s apple as he bites into the scone. Soejima catches you staring. He bends forward, his look is mischievous -- it makes your heart flip. The woodsy spiced aroma tickles your nostrils and you feel your Omega standing at attention. It's still faint and yet, Your attention is drawn to the gathered satin kerchief around his neck. It’s slipped.

Soejima looks around before speaking in a conspiratorial tone, "I take it your heat is over? I'm trying to be on my best behavior today since I knew I'd be seeing a particularly delicious Omega again today."

He’s choosing now to show his hand? Interesting. But it’s better to slide past that topic given the present company. “So you're looking to snare some Japanese donors, then with this gathering?”

His eyes twinkle. “You did say you wanted to get involved with a charity. You are more than welcome to make a contribution.” He winks as he takes a sip from his tea.

You know he's playing with you, but you seize on the charitable donation topic to back off from the sudden tension his little admission generated. You want to keep this professional and detached. For your own sake. You pop open your clutch purse to take out one of your prepared business cards, recalling your alias's business when he holds up one finger, looking across the room.

“Please pardon me for a moment.”

He sets down his cup onto his saucer and scoots back from the table. It’s only a few long strides before he’s back at the entrance to greet an older woman, walking with a pronounced limp. He offers her his arm, and he leads her toward the window table next to ours. You catch the conversation as they approach

“You'll love the view from here.”

“Thank you Kei, you're always such a dear.”

“On the contrary, I should be thanking you for making such an effort to be here today.”

Our Alpha is considerate. He is a good Alpha.

“I could never turn down an invitation from you. You're looking well, as usual.”

Kei smiles and pulls out the seat, motioning for her to sit.

She pats her gloved hand on his and takes a seat. Her seat faces yours, so you briefly make eye contact. You smile warmly at her. She responds with gleeful surprise and turns to Soejima, “Let me guess Kei, is this your…”

You look at Soejima curiously.

Soejima laughs, “She's a new...friend. We’ve only just met.”

Her excitement fades. “Oh, I see. She's just so lovely I thought perhaps… but I shouldn't pry.”

Their voices lower and you pick at your food, trying to angle your recording device toward the conversation.

“Don't worry about it. Everyone is always telling me I should settle down.”

“You must have lots of girls chasing after you. You admire Japanese culture and you come from such a fine family. Not to discount all the hard work you've already done at your age to fight poverty.”

Is this...Is this woman a plant? At first, you thought this was a genuine conversation, but it feels like she's rattling off his resume.

“You're too kind, really.”

"I'd trust you with my entire fortune. And the work you do to help…"

Come on. Isn't this laying it on a bit thick? Even for a diplomat? You resist the urge to roll your eyes back into your skull. You stop paying attention, but only because you've already read all this before. You scan the room, it must be full of donors. You recognize a few socialites from the tabloids in attendance, but at least they're the nicer ones.

And every penny from these people is meticulously accounted for, from your little hacking session yesterday. But your gut says there's still something more at play. Between his weak scent -- that somehow still nags at your memory -- and his carefully prepared image. There must be something.

Their conversation shifts gears into the philosophy of donating.

“Donations are in essence another asset that help stimulate economic function. It does better for the money to move through an economy rather than simply holding the funds. Take a look at the Forbes list of richest people for example…”

This feels rehearsed to death. You wonder if your gut thinks that he might be an MI6 asset, just exceptionally well funded. Members of the royal family have served in the armed forces, why wouldn't some descendant of a well appointed Earl be an intelligence agent? You finish off your cup of soup while thinking. Soejima sneaks a glance back at you, and you make eye contact.

As if on cue, your mind wanders again to the masquerade.

"I want to lay claim to you."

The intense stare of his dark eyes and his potent spicy scent from your memory rush into your senses. You look away, deciding you need some air and distance.

---

You gave yourself an impossible task, trying to simultaneously keep an eye on Soejima, but also maintaining some distance. Left with very little choice but to make conversation with the attendees. Glancing back to your table, it looks like Kei similarly has his hands full with meeting and greeting all of his guests. Perhaps this can be to your advantage, though part of you is still concerned about meeting with him alone. You did take an opportunity earlier to reapply your work perfume and to pop a suppressant. That little tease of his scent was sending you down a dark road. It’s never been like this before. Entirely new territory is not how you like to perform out in the field.

You have a few more conversations with other donors, they’re all so similar. They’re all eager to extoll all of Mr. Soejima’s virtues, every single person speaking very highly of him. It’s downright bizarre. Your stomach rumbles, since you didn’t get the opportunity to polish off much more than the single bite of the amuse-bouche and the cup of soup. You pass by your table, another woman is sitting in your seat, chatting happily with the host. You notice the teapot is empty, and you grab it to go get a refill on a sachet of tea and hot water. When you get back to the table, your chair is empty. Mr. Soejima looks a bit tired. His scarf is tied back up, covering his neck. He lights up when you place the newly refilled teapot on the table.

See, Alpha is considerate. Didn’t want to send you into a heat. Not yet.

You want to make sure this day goes well, and swallowing your internal struggle is part of it. Now you pour on the charm to him. “And here I was hoping that I would get a chance to talk to you a little too, Mr. Soejima.”

His eyes narrow at your request. He pours himself a cup of tea, and takes a deep swig. Color and life returning to his face. He laughs and replies, "I didn't expect you to be the one to ask me out! Do you have any plans for later today?"

"Not especially, Mr. Soejima." You try keeping your smile mysterious. Maybe if you can keep him on tilt, he'll slip up.

"Great! My private residence is right above where we're standing now. Why don't we chat there when this is over? And please, call me Kei."

You smile back at him. "Now who's being forward, Kei?" You draw out your pronunciation of his name for emphasis. It's not often that people who are not dating refer to each other by their given names.

"Oh, is it rude of me to invite a woman I just met back to my place? Please allow me to beg for your pardon." Kei exaggerates his bow with his over the top apology. You giggle daintily. It would be natural for you to play along to disarm him. Your eyes meet again, something in his gaze tells you that the ball is in your court, but his tone tells you that he expects you to come with him regardless.

You turn your head to the staircase leading to his private residence before replying. You want to make sure he knows you got his message.

"Not at all. I'd love to join you."

"Wonderful. Could I ask you to bear with these ladies and gentlemen for just a little while longer?" His arrogant mischief once again replaced by his charming prince facade.

"Of course."

You're not really trying to get him indebted to you, but feeling that way might get him talking and trusting a bit easier. You continue to maneuver among the guests like a secondary host, since half the ladies have already imagined you're dating anyway. A little acting to gain his trust will go a long way, you hope. It's been a valuable tool in your arsenal to keep yourself from having to sleep with targets like other agents.

---

The sun's last rays stream through the window, the orange haze encouraging guests along to their dinner engagements. As the last person leaves, Kei waves away the hotel staff and turns to you, all apologies.

"I was supposed to entertain you, and you ended up helping me instead. I'm terribly sorry about that."

"I'm just glad I was able to make myself useful," You reply with a smile.

Kei returns your smile, and indicates that you should follow him. He shows you up the set of stairs in the corner of the room. At the top of the stairs is a small landing with a door and a keypad. You recognize it as a SHIBA lock. Makes sense given his associates.

The door opens into a luxurious open concept suite of rooms. His scent is everywhere here. Already you feel your concentration slipping. Kei gestures for you to walk in first, and you are starting to regret this decision. You feel him following you closely, and try to calm your steadily beating heart.

That's when you hear the door lock click into place.

#also on ao3 #voltage romance games #voltage otome #masquerade kiss #kei soejima #fanfic

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Hellbent || BNHA

A/N: This is the prologue for my new fic, Hellbent a BNHA x (female) reader fanfic (Sorry lads). I’ve been debating for a while if I should make this a story or not and in the end I caved and decided, what the hell, let’s do it! The lyrics from this fic are from “Mystery Skulls - Ghost”

Themes: Superheroes, superpowers, supernatural, magic and other things!

Summary: Memories of what brought her here are a good motivator.

Warnings: Violence, mentions of bullying and that’s about it

Tags: @prismaroyal @undead0relived

“'Cause the world might do me in, it's alright cause I'm with friends ‘cause I'm giving up again it doesn't matter”

“Hey, you are okay?”

The small play park was practically deserted. Bakugo and his friends had long since disappeared, as did the boy he had been protecting earlier, leaving Midoriya laying on the earthy floor with an aching body and a bruised sense of pride. He didn’t know exactly how long he had been there, 10 minutes? Maybe 20? All he really remembered was the girl leaning over him, her brows pinched in worry and long hair tickling his cheeks as she stared back into his eyes.

“Friend? Have you been hurt?”

“Friend?” He asked and the girl smiled brightly, dimples pulling at her cheeks.

“Yes! Friend! Do you want to be friends?”

Midoriya’s face morphed into one of confusion, his brows furrowing and mouth curling in question. Funnily enough, Bakugo had hurled an insult towards Midoriya while he had been throwing about, something along the lines of how ‘a quirkless nobody would never have friends’ he was destined to be alone, the quirkless loser who would disappear in the decades, never to become a hero like he strived to be.

“Really?” The hope in his eyes sparked excitement in her own.

“Yes! Yes!” The girl held her small hand out, Midoriya taking it gently and yelping as she tugged him up quickly, her arms quickly wrapping around the boy’s form in a friendly hug when his body connected with hers “It is nice to be meeting you new friend!”

“I-” Midoriya yelped when she planted kisses on his cheeks, his face growing hot at the sudden gesture of affection “He- Hey! Why did you do that?”

“This is how we greet each other in my country!” The girl replied cheerfully. Now that he listened, he could hear the difference in her voice, an accent that he would later learn from his mother. No wonder her Japanese sounded off.

“Oh- I- Well, I-”

“Oh, yes!” She pulled away, slamming her tiny fist into her open palm “My name is (Last) (Name)! What is yours?”

“Um...Midoriya Izuku”

“Izuku? What a nice name, I really like it!” Midoriya’s cheeks blew up in red once again, his famous red shoes kicking at the earth in embarrassment.

“Th- Thank you, I like your name too”

(Last) smiled brightly, taking Midoriya’s hands into her own. It felt good, for some reason, to be close to her. The boy couldn’t quite place why, but he didn’t really care in that moment, all he cared about was that she wanted to be friends with him, she wanted to be close to him at that moment. It was weird, was this what friendship felt like? Sure, Bakugo was his friend-...used to be his friend, but this felt better, it felt right and he felt complete.

It almost felt like fate, like they needed to be friends.

“Do you want to go get ice cream?”

“Sure! Lead the way friend!”

It had been great, when later on, (Last) had appeared at Midoirya’s doorstep, her mother smiling kindly towards his own tearing mother before the two had embraced like old friends. It was a pleasant surprise from both women when (Last) had done the same with the boy, both laughing before they were running towards his room, Midoriya intent on showing off his collection of All Might merch to his new friend.

Guess it had been fate.

“And I'm feeling like a ghost and it's what I hate the most 'cause I'm giving up again and this time (this time, this time)”

She could see the tear tracks from his crying, even through the laptop screen. Her heart squeezed painfully, eyes tearing up in sympathy as he ran a hand over his eyes, wiping away the water from his face with a broken sniffle.

“Izuku…”

Quirkless.

That’s what he had found out earlier that day. So now here he was, heart broken, sobbing and countries away from her, unable to give her friend the proper care that he needed at that moment. It wasn’t fair, out of everyone (Last) had known Midoriya deserved the best quirk! Not that it mattered, of course, she would love him no matter what, he was her best friend, but he had wanted a Quirk of his own, so badly, why did it have to end up like this?

Why couldn’t life be fair on him?

“Hey…(Name)...do...do you think I can still be a hero?...Even without a quirk”

It had taken a moment for her to respond.

Could he? In a world filled with superpowers, could Midoriya Izuku, a powerless boy with only an impenetrable strive grab the chance of being a hero? It sounded...improbable, but not impossible. She knew that if Midoriya continued on his path of wanting to become a hero, studied, trained, maybe, just maybe he could become a hero. Not the world’s greatest, like he so desperately wanted, but he could become one.

“It sounds scary, without a Quirk…” The hopeful light in his eyes dimmed “...but, if you worked really hard, I know you can become a great hero, Izuku”

Tears were once again shed, but for a different reason, for a happier reason “You really think so, (Name)?”

“Of course I do!” (Last) laughed, eyes shining “You are amazing, my friend! You can do it if you put your heart to it! And I’ll be there to support you the whole way through!”

Yeah, she would be. (Last) would stick by his side for the rest of her life, if that’s what had to happen. Heroism had always peaked her interest, especially from her own family history and she wanted to become just like her family before her! She wanted to protect people who couldn’t protect themselves! And when her Quirk showed up, she would do! Midoriya included!

“You and me, Izuku! The heroes of tomorrow! We’ll do it together!” (Last)’s smile was contagious and Midoriya couldn’t help the excited grin grow onto his face.

“Yeah! Together!”

“This time I might just disappear, ah yeah”

“Mum and dad says we’re moving to Japan!”

“Wait, seriously!?”

(Last) couldn’t hold in her excitement! She had been begging for this day for the longest time! She would finally be with her best friend! Sure, she would miss the people she befriended back here in Spain, but it would be so worth it! To finally hang out with Midoriya without having to look through a screen.

“Yeah! We should be there in the next two months! I think we’re even getting a home near your flat complex too!”

“That’s amazing!” Midoriya’s face was filled with excitement, a familiar bright spark shining in his forest green eyes as her declaration before his brows furrowed, lips pursing as though he was holding back his question, but it did eventually slip from his mouth.

“Is this because of what happened?”

(Last)’s own expression dropped a bit, an unknown emotion flashing through her eyes when she shrugged “I think so, dad has been arguing with the others about it. Mum didn’t seem to happy about it either”

“Why?”

“My brother said that it’s because of bad memories, apparently. That’s all she’s told him”

“Oh”

“Yeah” (Last)’s expression brightened once again “But that doesn’t matter! I’ll be seeing you face to face once again, Izuku!”

“I can’t wait for it!”

“Try and hear me, then I'm done, 'cause I might just say this once, seen this play out in my dream, it doesn't matter”

“Hey, (Name)? What’s this?”

(Last) glanced back from her desk, her eyes landing on the painting on her bedroom wall. She smiled, standing to her full height and joining the boy as he studied it, hand running over the markings as he did so, mapping them out.

“That’s a protection sigil! My mum painted it on my wall when we moved here”

Midoriya blinked “Why?”

“For protection, dummy!”

“But, your mom is a pro hero! So is your dad! And the rest of your family! I don’t see why you would need it”

(Last)’s hand landed in her friend’s hair, ruffling the green locks softly as she stared back at him “This is for a different kind of protection”

Then she walked towards her bed, jumping onto the soft mattress and missing Midoriya’s quizzical look at her before turning back towards the sigil. His hand once again glided over the paint, an unknown feeling stirring deep into his gut before he shrugged, bounding back over to his friend and continuing their talk about the new recent heroes in the area.

“Tired of giving up the ghost, fuck, it's you I hate the most, maybe there's no guarantee, it doesn't matter”

“Who the hell are you?” Midoriya tensed, eyes sparking up in fear causing (Last)’s brows to furrow in confusion before she turned towards the source of the voice. A boy, a little taller than Midoriya and herself, with rowdy blonde hair and crimson eyes that were narrowed in both disgust and curiosity, leaving (Last) with a vague idea of who had just approached the two of them.

Bakugou.

“Well? Are you gonna say anything?” Bakugo growled, looking (Last) up and down.

(Last) glanced to Midoriya, then back to the blonde, her eyes narrowing in annoyance.

She didn’t like him already and this was not helping his case.

“I’m (Last) (Name) but I don’t see how that’s any of your business” A crowd had formed around them, no doubt in suspense in the upcoming brawl that was about to go down.

Midoriya had told her enough about the blonde bully, he was a narcissistic jerkwad that prayed on the weak for his sick kicks, mostly Izuku because of her friend’s lack of Quirk and that really ground her gears. He was paraded around, claimed to be a “child prodigy” with a great power and the smarts to use it, constantly excused for his rough traits and horrible actions by his peers with words like “He’s just a kid, he’ll grow out of it!” or “With an explosive Quirk comes an explosive personality!” just because he was “destined” to be a hero.

What a load of rubbish.

A hero protected people and in her eyes, he was no hero.

In the next instance, the collar of (Last)’s uniform was grabbed roughly; her body being yanked up to her full height and brought closer to Bakugou, the boy sneering deeper in her face.

“What the hell did you just say?”

Midoriya’s call of ‘(Name)!’ was quickly stopped when she gestured for him to, her hands coming to pry his fingers from her clothes before dusting them off and rolling her shoulders, face void of her usual bubbly expression. She didn’t even bother to move back as she spoke, eyes locking onto Bakugou’s with no hesitation.

“‘I’m (Last) (Name) but I don’t see how that’s any of your business’ is what I said. Now-” She made a motion with her hand, signaling him to move away “Please leave, me and Izuku was just discussing the new All Might merch that’s recently come out”

No one really expected (Last) to catch the right hook Bakugou sent her way; even better, they didn’t expect the twist of the wrist and the knee to the gut she had delivered right back to him.

“I don’t like violence” She had told him as he sunk down, holding his stomach. Her hands coming to rest on her knees when she leaned over “But I’m not afraid to use it if it’s necessary. So, Bakugou, can you go away now? Because I don’t want to hit you again, even if I don’t like you”

The third surprise that day was (Last) finishing the fight victorious. But as expected, she made enemies with the all too violent Bakugou Katsuki.

“This time I might just dis-”

“(Last)!” The girl snapped her head up, eyes wide in surprise while the whole class stared back at her, some snickering in their seats while others seemed mildly annoyed by the sudden distraction in the lesson. “Quit it with the day dreaming and pay attention”

“Sorry, sir, it won’t happen again, sir”

“Good” Her teacher went on with the presentation, once again addressing the class as he voice projected through the room as he explained through the Career Aptitude Test while only half of the class really listened, (Last) included. Instead, her attention was turned towards the window, watching the clouds go by, her thoughts swirling through her head.

She already knew what she wanted to do.

“AWH YEAH!”

#mha imagine #bnha imagine #mha imagines #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #Hellbent fic

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aqvarius · 4 years

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HLITF: This is not the story of your first night: Soma - otona love - chapter 5 summary/translation

two chapters in one day? who is this queen of productivity?! it’s me, adhd tea, hyperfocussing on my newest obsession. if you missed it, you can find the previous chapter translated here or check my new translations page to read from the beginning. my translations masterpost is not rebloggable or mobile-friendly yet but i will update when i make one! otherwise, you can always just search the tag “summary” or “translation” on my blog or follow the links in my previous chapter posts to find the previous posts.

anyway, reading and translating this chapter today too was so worth it, because i can say for sure that this is probably the smuttiest and most explicit chapter of hlitf i’ve ever read in my entire life. it’s also a loooong one.

here we are, in my favourite bathroom in the world.

“mm, it smells good,” you say. you were successfully led to take a bath together and you feel so healed...

soma explains that these bath salts are supposed to be a blend of herbs that relieves fatigue. you comment that the aroma seems to be very effective. soma says that the moisturising ingredients are perfect, so your skin will be smooth.

“my arm is caressed in the hot water, and my heart pounds a little.”

“but his hands slowly rise up and he tenderly loosens my shoulders.”

you think “oh what, it was just a massage...” you feel relieved, but somehow also disappointed. (lmao what a thirsty girl. hlitf mc has the highest libido of any voltage mc out there.)

“but it feels good...”

soma comments that you’re pretty stiff. you reply that it feels so good you’re dizzy, so soma says “then shall we get up and wash our bodies?” as he said it, you were lifted up and your voice came out a little louder.

“it’s embarrassing to be princess carried while naked...”

you get placed onto a bath chair. soma, crouching behind you, gets the soap and lathers it. “is he going to wash me?” you think

“um, i can wash myself,” you say, but he tells you to let him do it. he turns your body back [that had turned to him when you talked to him] and he strokes some foam down your shoulder.

“the way he’s using his hands is a little... suspicious”

your eyes meet soma’s, who is lathering up your whole body from behind, in the mirror.

soma: “it seems that washing with bare hands is the best way to protect your skin”

slkdjf;alskjdfal ahaskjdslkjsda!!!

you agree, but say that it’s a little ticklish. he says that your blood circulation is improved when it’s like this and you’re like "ahh i wonder if that’s true...?” as you tilt your head, soma smiles.

soma: “raise your arms a little”

“when i do as i was told, soma’s hand that was gliding wraps around my breast.”

“with a cushion of foam, he gently strokes the sensitive tip”

“my heartbeat is pounding loudly, but soma-san’s supple hands leave my chest and slide down to my stomach.”

“he washes my whole body like this, stroking me, and then finally rinses me off carefully.”

“next is shampoo,” he says and you’re like “i can wash my hair by myself!” but he says there’s no need to be reserved. so you’re like “then onegaishimasu”. he smiles at you and you decide to be honest. you think he’s being really kind today. he’s always kind, but he’s thoroughly smart. even in the bathtub, he didn’t come onto you teasingly/meanly like you thought he would.

“what’s wrong?” soma asks. you say it’s nothing...

lathering plenty of shampoo, soma laughs a little for some reason and you wonder what he’s smiling about.

i have to just interject here because let’s be honest, we all know soma is setting a trap. of course he’s kind and caring and loves pampering his gf but we all know our favourite high libido mc is going to crack at some point if he doesn’t make a move, and we all know that’s what he wants to happen!! i’m sure he just wants her to admit that she loves when he’s mean.

anyway, soma, who took care of you even after bathing, rushes you into bed. he even held the dryer for you and dressed you in pyjamas...

you’re so scared that you become exhausted? (i don’t really know what this line is supposed to mean: “怖いくらいに至れり尽くせりだったなぁ” someone help me pls)

he brushes your freshly washed hair and kisses you on the neck.

soma: “you smell good”

“is it the same scent as soma-san?”

soma: “your scent is special”

(😍😍😍)

“[his] kiss that descended from the nape of my neck traces my collarbone and goes further down.”

he unbuttons your pyjamas, and the underwear that had just been put on is stripped off.

soma: “you shouldn’t have put it on if it was just going to be removed immediately”

with a soft smile, soma gently kisses the top of your chest. you moan and he presses a kiss to your lips as if to catch a small sigh that leaked from you.

“while our hot tongues entangle with each other’s, his fingertip stimulates the tip of my chest again.”

soma gently narrows his eyes at you when you press your lips together.

soma: “[you’re] cute”

“that’s it...?”

“he’s not saying “it’s getting hard” ... or “[you’re already] like this” ...”

you get kind of embarrassed hearing only complimentary words. but his kisses rain down on your whole body as usual, and your body floods with heat.

soma: “moist and smooth... is this the aroma[therapy] effect”

he strokes your whole body with his palm and your body heats up. eventually, his hand passes over your hipbone and stops at your inner thigh.

soma: “slowly”

“exactly as he said, his slow and supple fingers inserted into my hottest place.”

“the part that was already wet welcomed his finger without difficulty.”

(🔥🔥🔥)

while making love to you with his fingers, soma places his lips just below your navel. after feeling a tickle/tingle, a slight ache comes. you let out a small cry at the sweet ache that you’ve tasted time and time again.

“soma-san always leaves a love mark somewhere”

“that makes me happy...”

ugaksfjlsd she’s so in love~

“as my body and mind were being filled, soma-san’s hardened part touched my lower abdomen.”

“before i knew it, he put on a condom [contraceptives] and was about to enter my ~honey jar~.”

“quickly, come on...”

okay i’m not kidding but seeing that smile after all that sexual buildup was like a shot to my heart. i need to take a quick break because ;laksjf;lskjdsl fasd

as if he heard the whisper in your heart, soma smiles quietly and sinks his hips down [into you].

“eh...? usually...”

“he’d ask “do you want it?”“

even though you think it seems strange, your thoughts fade away at the feeling of his hard, proud, hot mass entering you. quietly, slowly, gently moving inwards, the heat inside your core also increases. you moan his name.

“soma-san’s passion became so hot that my inner walls clenched tightly.”

you wholeheartedly do not want to let go of your beloved person.

you apologise, saying that you just got really into [enthusiastic about] it.

soma: “i’m happy. every time you accept me, i feel blessed.”*

*by accept, i think he means you accepting/receiving him [into your body]. the word used for blessed is shiawase, which can also mean happy/fortunate/lucky.

lskfj he’s normally so teasing but my heart races when he’s sweet too... ;~~;

you moan his name. hanging on his unusually kind words, you are swayed by his waves~

“it feels good but... why... why does something feel different,” you wonder.

being made love to gently, your body is burning, but something is missing.

“is it frustrating when he’s too gentle...”

when you think about it, it was the same with dinner and the bath.

“even in situations when he usually makes fun of me, he’s always smart...”**

**by smart, i think this means like emotionally/socially smart. btw this is reminding me exactly of one thing huedhaut once said in one of his povs (cupid lovestruck valentine, where he worries because he always tries not to take it too far when he jokes with you)

you suddenly remember when he said he would “refrain in the future”. is he keeping true to that declaration? if so... will it always be like this...? what would that be like...

“if it’s like this, it will end with incomplete combustion.”***

***i think by “incomplete combustion” she’s saying that she can’t orgasm lol?? someone let me know if this actually means something else and my mind is just in the gutter

you think that’s sad, for soma too.

you still haven’t seen his face that smiles so happily when bothering you today.

“that’s why... for soma-san’s sake too...”

“maybe i have to honestly say “it’s not enough/i’m not satisfied”.”

but... to say that yourself...

soma: “you’re so cute”****

****he says your name here but mine is still set to anata/you lol

as if you’re being swayed in the calm and slow waves of the sea, your heart sways too.

“i don’t dislike gentle waves but...”

“i want to feel soma-san more...”

“i want to drown in the formidable waves that only soma-san can make...”

“more than anything, i want to see soma-san’s satisfied gaze on me as i drown.”

“because soma-san’s pleasure is also my pleasure...”

even though you’re feeling good, you bite the bullet.

soma: “what’s wrong?”

“you’re not the usual mean/teasing soma-san...”

even the ~gentle waves~ stop completely, and he looks at you directly. you panic bc he pulls out.

and that’s the end of chapter 5. omg the suspense is UNREAL!! was that not the most steamy chapter of hlitf you’ve ever read?! and you know it’s only going to get better in the last chapter, when soma finally unleashes his true ijiwaru self. this chapter had my heart racing at so many points. i definitely enjoy being spoilt by soma, but more than anything i enjoy being teased by him and i think our dear mc feels the same way! something that i love is how she also prioritises his pleasure/gratification? even if it means being super embarrassed because of how mean he is, she just wants to see his absolute satisfaction. something that i realised while reading this story in japanese is that he definitely comes across as a lot meaner/more sarcastic in japanese (except for this chapter where he’s being extra gentle), even more like my eternal star-crossed lover huedhaut.

anyway, let me know if you prefer gentle soma or mean soma! i hope you enjoyed this chapter and stay tuned for the final chapter coming tomorrow (probably)!

i’ve also set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to recap in english!

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amae | jhs

amae - japanese. the way you act when you want to depend on another person. relying on someone’s goodwill and love to help you. frequently thought of as wanting to be loved and taken care of.

when someone new moves in next door, you don’t expect to become friends. everyone on your block was friendly, yes, but none of you gave more than a courteous wave when you spotted each other in passing. that changes with jung hoseok; a literature professor with sunlight gleaming out of every pore, who enjoys complex lectures, random coffee trips, and…sleeping in your hammock? curiosity gets the better of you as you befriend him, but just what could have this man sleeping in your garden hammock every night?

pairing | jung hoseok x reader

genre/warnings | neighbor!hobi, writer!reader, pure cotton candy fluff, this may actually rot your teeth

word count | 6.7k | cross posted to ao3

a/n | ahaha this did end up shorter than give and take, bc it felt very right to end it where i did!!! there’s a lot of flower language used in this, bc i’m the ultimate slut for flower language, i think it’s the cutest shit i’ve ever seen. i also tried to make this MC different than g.a.t’s, pls tell me if i failed!!!! i want them all to be v distinguishable and independent and unique, and i love feedback!!!!

The moving van in front of the neighbor's house shocks you when you get up that morning. There had been a For Sale sign hanging in the yard for upwards of a year, and you've watched with mild amusement as the price continued to drop.

A favorite hobby of yours is coming up with creative reasons the realtor was more and more desperate to sell the house. Your favorite so far was that the adorable plump woman had to sell it soon, or her wife would run off with their girlfriend in the night, never to be seen again. Until Minri did get it sold, that is, upon which her wife and girlfriend would return and they would live in bliss.

Minri was, in actuality, very nice, and you doubt you should be entertaining such thoughts about her. She'd sold you your own house, after all; a lovely little three-bedroom, with a wonderful yard for your garden and your friends' dogs. Minri had even managed it at a great price, though she had emphasized the cleanliness of the place and the nearby churches, which was a little odd. You owed her for it, no matter how peculiar she had been during the viewing.

Well not really, she got a very nice commission from the sale, but it's the principle of the thing.

You scavenge one of the dry erase markers from the drawer and make a note on your fridge to bake her cookies sometime soon. Your mother would have a fit if she saw you writing straight on your fridge, but it was erasable and easy and you are if nothing if not a simple girl.

You pull yourself from your musings and make another note to call your mother before she could get huffy that you haven't in a while, and toss the marker back into the drawer when you're done. You direct your attention back at the moving van, unsurprised when a gaggle of young-looking boys emerges from the neighboring house to start unloading. Well, it wouldn't be extremely fair to call them a gaggle, as there are only three of them, but the point stands. They seem to be very close, judging by the way they tease and play, and it makes you smile a little. It was long past time the neighborhood got some life in it. The closest people to your age are the couple three doors down, in their 50s and always willing to talk about their seven children. It got tiring.

With a soft sigh, you turn from the window at your sink and dismiss the flash of bright pink you see in the mirroring window from next door. None of the three you saw had pink hair, but you could have missed one. You slide your hand along the spine of your cat, Tuna, and smile as she wraps her tail around your wrist for a moment before chirping and jumping down from the counter. She follows as you make your way to your office, tucked into the smallest of the bedrooms because it gets the best light, and settle at your desk to return to your work. Novels don't write themselves, after all.

You aren’t sure which of the boys lives next door, but it becomes quickly clear that it’s only one of them. Several are over at all hours of the day, but by the time the sun goes down, there’s usually only one or two there. A variety of vehicles come and go, but only one is there often enough to be the owner's. You might think it was a gay couple, had you not heard the complaints about an uncomfortable sofa on your way to get your morning paper.

They’re a very respectful bunch, whoever they are. They keep things quiet after sunset, and wait for a reasonable hour to start their backyard morning exercises. The music they play is pleasant, if a bit loud as it drifts over to where you kneel in the dirt. The fence that separates your yard from his reaches your shoulder. A white-picket thing that surrounds each of the yards in the neighborhood, you've never cared much for it, and it keeps you from seeing anything notable as you tend your garden. Still, you catch snippets of conversation, bits of stories that you never get a conclusion to, jokes with a punchline that’s carried off by the wind.

For the most part, though, you catch names; Jungkook, Jimin, Seokjin, different variants of each, but the one you hear most often is Hobi. His name rings out constantly, gliding through the air on notes of both mirth and vitriol. It’s usually accompanied by a laugh that makes your heart warm in your chest, or some form of inhuman screech, though you’re not sure why. You’ve never seen enough to understand what happens at the house next door, nor have you actually met any of the people that come and go like leaves in the fall.

Still, you can’t deny your curiosity, and you tell yourself that if the opportunity presents itself, you’ll introduce yourself. Despite that decision, the opportunity never does seem to present itself. Weeks pass, and you find that you feel nervous at the thought of going and introducing yourself now. The window has passed, it would be too strange now, he would think you odd. So you keep to your own house, tending your flowers and your trees, writing your novel, and doing your level best to keep Tuna off of the manuscripts and letters sitting around that you have yet to organize. You’ve resigned yourself to the sad truth that you simply won’t get to know your neighbor, won’t be able to have that adorable friendship you’ve dreamed of, won’t even know which one it is that lives there.

The universe has always worked rather strangely for you, though, and it’s not long after your acceptance of this fact that you come out of your back door, gardening gloves in hand and already reaching for the misting hose, to find someone swaying in your hammock.

You’re not really mad, you don’t use it very often anyway and someone should. Mostly you’re curious - you always have been, and always will be, most likely. Curious as to why someone is in your hammock when most everyone on the block has their own lawn furniture, who that someone is, how they got into your yard. The bolt on the gate is nearly impossible to unlatch from the outside; you know, from the many times that you’ve locked yourself out and had to James Bond your way into your own house through the back window.

You set your gloves on your patio table - a white bistro set your mother gave you when you moved out - and make your way over to the stranger. He’s good-looking; feather-soft brown hair and oddly clear skin, drowning in a sweatshirt that was at least two sizes too big, snoring lightly as the wind rocked him.

“Hey,” You say. He doesn’t respond, and you frown. “Hey, dude, what are you doing?” Still no response. You huff and turn, eyeing the yard for something to help. You don’t want to shake him awake, that could prove dangerous if he swings out at you. Your eyes light up as they land on the hose, forgotten among the grass. You tromp over and pick it up, dragging it back over to where the hammock sways among the tree branches.

“I’m gonna spray you awake,” You say. You receive no reaction, not that you expected any, and shrug. With one pulse, a fine mist of water settles on him. The guy does, indeed, flail, swinging wildly in a futile attempt to fight the water raining down him. He sputters and wipes at his face, and you watch as he does.

“What the hell, who the fuck sprays someone with water when they're sleeping?” He asks, shaking out his now damp hair.

“In my defense, I told you I was going to do it. You were the one that was asleep and didn’t hear.” The man freezes at the sound of your voice, looking around your yard as if seeing it for the first time. He gives you a hesitant and apologetic grin, and the sun seems to grow brighter on his face.

“I’m so sorry, I did not mean to fall asleep in your yard, I swear. There was...it’s a long story, but it really was an accident.” He flips himself gracefully off the hammock, with practiced ease that makes you only a little jealous. You should learn to do that.

“It’s fine, you can sleep in the hammock. I only want to know how you got in my yard.”

“I vaulted the fence,” He says as if it was obvious. You look from him to the fence, and back again. “What? It’s not difficult.” You turn back to the fence, measuring it with your eyes. If he was able to vault it without much difficulty, how fast would he have to be going? He would surely need a good deal of momentum, of course, to be able to launch himself five feet up in the air. The only thing in your brain is that ‘ten-foot vertical leap’ meme, and you curse your best friend for sending you every meme he ever thinks is remotely amusing.

The sound of your name brings you back to the present, and you focus on the man once more. “That’s you, I’m assuming?” The man says. You nod and point to him, belatedly realizing that you still have the hose in your hand when he flinches.

“Which one are you?” You ask him. He gives you a confused look. “There are several people next door most of the time, which one are you? Jungkook, Jimin, Seokjin, or Hobi?”

“Hobi,” He says after a second, beaming at you as he does. Something in your chest starts to unfurl itself, and the sensation is strangely comforting. “But my name is actually Hoseok, they just call me Hobi. You’re welcome to as well, most do.”

“Right.” You watch him for a few more seconds as he shakes out his sweatshirt, water dusting the grass below him. “I have gardening to do. Please let me know the next time you want to sleep in the hammock.” You turn back to the flowers closest the fence, satisfied now that you’ve answered so many of your questions about your neighbor.

“You aren’t going to ask why I’m here?” His voice calls from behind you. You shrug, kneeling beside your white camellias and checking their soil and sprouts. They were starting to bloom and you needed to be careful to make sure they weren’t soaking up too much water. “So I can seriously sleep here whenever. I just have to tell you first?”

“That’s what I said,” You reply. You pause, thinking for a second, and turn to look at him. “Does this make us friends?” The beaming smile he wears is nearly blinding, and you find it very endearing that he is so wildly happy at such a small thing.

“It absolutely makes us friends,” He tells you. You return the smile, albeit yours is much less sunshine-y than his. He starts to walk toward the fence and you laugh under your breath.

“Hoseok, you can use the gate,” You tell him. He stops and looks between the gate and the fence for a second before laughing embarrassedly at himself. “Please refrain from vaulting the fence in the future, as well. I'll leave the gate unlatched for you from now on.”

Hoseok grins and waves as he jogs out the gate and to his own home. You don’t relax until you hear the click of his door shut. A soft mrow from your left has you moving to pet Tuna once more, and you beam at her.

“It’s been a long time since I had a friend, hasn’t it?”

You don't expect to see or hear much from Hoseok after your brief interaction. You've had friends before, of course, but they all tend to fade away as they have their own lives and you have deadlines. Even your closest friends, three boys you met in college and somehow kept around, don't message you as often when you're close to finishing your work; they know better than to expect a response when you have an editor breathing down your neck. You're used to it, used to people becoming immersed in their own problems and not wanting to share them, so you never get upset about it anymore. There's no use in it, not when you do the same thing.

You're so used to this that it surprises you when Hoseok waves at you one morning as you're both getting mail. Another day he's playing football with a couple of friends and shouts a quick greeting over the fence as you dip down to do your gardening. One memorable evening, you turn from shooing a raccoon away from your trash with a feather duster to see Hoseok watching from his driveway. You give him a polite smile and he shoots you a proud, yet puzzled, grin, and the next day when he sees you putting out small feeders near the back part of your yard for the raccoon, he just chuckles.

Not to mention that you still come outside most mornings to find him snoozing in your hammock, rocking in the gentle breeze and comfortable as can be. He's never given you any explanation, though to be fair, you also don't pry.

It's a struggle; you want so much to know why he doesn't sleep in his house that sits not ten feet away from yours. You don't want to push him, though, too scared of breaking this tentative friendship you've built over something so small.

Things only start to change the afternoon he knocks on your back door while you're getting lunch ready for Tuna. She yells as you set the food down in front of her - a special blend designed to help her hearing and her eyesight since she's predisposed to troubles with both - but she quiets soon enough. You step around her to open the door, and you're shocked at the expression on Hoseok's face.

He wears a smile now, but for a second...for a second, he had looked afraid.

Your name drops from his lips in a tone that tells you he didn't expect you to answer. "I was only wondering, do you, um…" He trails off and you wait patiently for him to finish the thought. "Do you want to get lunch? Coffee? Anything? I need to get out of the house for a while."

"Sure," You reply. "Let me get my wallet." You move to the entryway to grab the thing - old and falling apart but still useful - and when you return, Hoseok is standing exactly where you left him. You pat Tuna's head and exit, closing the door behind you before you turn to Hoseok with an expectant smile. "I'll drive?" You suggest, since he still seems somewhat jumpy, and he nods.

He's not quiet on the drive, by any means, but it amazes you how he says so much but so little all at once. By the time you get to the cafe he directed you to, you've heard all about the antics of his friends - Jimin, Jungkook, and Seokjin, who helped him move that day - and you've heard plenty about their time at school and his days spent as a literature professor at the local university, and yet that's the most you know about him. Fun anecdotes and the off-hand comment about a student. Definitely not a word about why he sleeps in your hammock, or why he showed up at your door out of nowhere and asked you to lunch with a look in eyes that you thought you'd only see from a rabbit caught in a hunter's snare.

Still, as curious as you are, you can't bring yourself to ask about it, because it's so obvious that he wants to talk about anything else.

"So, what do you do? I never see you leave for work when everyone else does, so I assume you work from home?" You nod in response to Hoseok's question.

"I do. I'm an author, so I spend quite a bit of time in my office. That's why I started gardening, actually, so that I was forced to be outside in the sun at least a little bit every day. Otherwise, I tend to nest in my office for days without leaving."

"That makes a lot of sense," He says as he sips at his coffee. "What do you write?"

"Horror." The shock on his face, like perhaps he heard you wrong, is one of your favorite things about telling people you write. He gazes at you, taking in the messy hair, overalls, daisy-covered shirt, and pink sandals. "Psychological horror, to be exact.”

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." You grin, much too amused with the entire conversation. You slide your phone out of your pocket and tap at it until you're at your official website. You slide it across for him to see, and he clicks through the pages. There are several - one for each series, one for your upcoming releases, an appearance schedule, and then a quick bio that features a picture of you and Tuna. When he slides the phone back across the table, he looks impressed, and it warms you.

"I had no idea that was you," he says. You can't help the knowing grin. "You seem a little...bright for the genre."

"The mind is a fascinating place, Hoseok. The darker parts are so often either overlooked entirely or exaggerated for dramatic purposes. I want to tell real stories about real things that can happen. There's no need for embellishment when very real, very terrible things happen every single day. Besides, you don't need to dress in all black and carry around a leather-bound copy of Stephen King to prove you're interested in horror." He hums across the table, and his look has turned almost calculating.

"I may have to read some of your work then."

"You might." You give him a serene smile and finish your coffee.

He's somehow friendlier after that. He initiates small conversations almost every day, outside your mailbox or hanging over the fence while you garden. He appears all but every other day on your doorstep, looking terrified but grinning as he asks you to go to coffee. You start to wonder if there's something chasing him that only he can see, but brush the thought off the same second you have it. You've become too deep into your latest book.

He does read your work, which surprised you; you'd never expected him to do so. You offer to lend him your copies, as you have one of each on a shelf in your office, but he steadfastly refuses. You talk about it over coffee, and though you shouldn't be surprised at the quick thinking and keen observations he makes, you are. As often as you interact with your readers at signings and readings and conventions, you've never been quite so invested in someone's thoughts before.

You're eager to know what he thinks of the most recent book he's read. You're curious as to what metaphors and symbolism he's picked up on, what foreshadowing has punched him in the gut with realization. If he would criticize the heavy-handed allegory you've created, or if praise would fall from his lips to slide across and settle in your chest.

It's been a very long time since you cared for someone's opinion like this, you realize one morning as you stare out your kitchen window. Butterflies form in your stomach and you sigh, content in the knowledge that there would be no running from this. You watch as Hoseok runs around his own backyard, laughing at something Jimin says. He's sweaty from the game they're playing, but the sunlight seems to absorb into his skin in a way you've not seen before, and it looks like he's glowing. His smile lights up the sunset, and you can hear his laugh from here, and you want nothing more than to wrap yourself up in the sound.

No, you decide, there would be no running from these feelings, only acceptance of the blossoming fondness inside your heart. You turn from the window as Hoseok laughs again, spotting an empty section of your garden as you do, right beside the eye-catching red tulips. It makes you frown, as you can't remember there being an empty section there before.

You make a note on your fridge to pick up some pink camellias next time you're at the garden center to fill it. Your reminder to call your mother stares back at you and frown at it for a solid minute before you pick up the phone. As it rings, you resign yourself to yet another conversation with your mother about why you're not married with a real career yet.

"Have you had dinner yet?"

You look up from the weeds in your grasp to see Hoseok leaning across your fence and beaming at you.

"Have you had dinner yet?" Hoseok repeats at your obvious confusion. "I ordered delivery and saw you out here and I thought I should offer to share. Since you've been so kind in sharing your lovely hammock and free time, I want to repay the favor."

"Oh. No, I haven't eaten yet." You stand and dust the dirt off your gloves before sliding them off. Hoseok grins and hands two large bags over the fence to you. You take them, curious, and watch as he pulls himself up and over the fence. He’s careful not to step on your flowers, but he still gives an apologetic smile as you sigh. "The gate is right there, Hobi."

He winks as he rights himself and takes one of the bags. "It's faster like this." You laugh and slide your gloves off with care, not wanting to drop the food, and hang them on the fence beside you. Hoseok is already halfway to your back door and waves at Tuna where she waits on your dining table.

"Oh, Hoseok, don't-" He's opened the door before you can finish your sentence, and a small black and tan fluff darts out. The dog circles him, yipping at his toes and running back and forth between the two of you. Hoseok looks startled, but a smile spreads across his face after a moment. "I'm sorry, I'm dogsitting for my friend while he's out of town."

Hoseok coos at the dog and leads him back inside, luring him along with a small bit of meat. You laugh as you follow, sliding a hand down Tuna's back as you shut the door behind you.

"He's adorable, I love him!" Hoseok exclaims, laughing again as he sets the food on the counter. He looks at you and gestures to the piece of meat in his hand, and you nod to let him know it's fine. Yeontan takes it and follows Hobi around as he starts getting plates and utensils, the fact that he knows where they are is a testament to how often he's at your house.

The two of you eat in relative silence. Tuna bathes languidly atop her cat tower and Yeontan sits between you and Hoseok, his entire body shaking back and forth as his tail wags. Every so often, Hoseok will comment about his day, as he usually does when the two of you eat together, and he asks about yours. You tell him about the new flowers you've planted - some gorgeous white lilies that should bloom well. He tells you about his theories and opinions on the last book of yours he'd read.

By the time you're finished eating, he has several new thoughts and notes jotted down in a hasty scrawl on a napkin. He's insightful with his questions, bringing up points you hadn't considered and opinions on continuity that you need to clarify in the future. Your heart flutters in your chest when he smiles, bouncing Yeontan in his lap.

"I do think they're good, though," He says as he makes kissy faces at the dog. "Like, good good. If I ever teach a psychological horror class, I may use them. Students could learn a lot from the dedication to detail."

"Thanks, Hobi," You tell him, and you don't bother to hide the fond smile. The fluttering in your chest is familiar at this point, and it makes you sigh a little.

You're so smitten, you think as you watch him bounce Yeontan on his knee; you should, perhaps, feel more conflicted about your growing emotions. And yet, you've been accepting of it since you first met him. It was as if the second you met Hoseok, you knew you would fall for him. How could you not, with his charm and warmth and humor and the unbearable mystique he left in his wake each time you spoke to him?

"Oh, that reminds me, I have something for you!" You stand and head outside for a mere moment, grabbing what you need in a flash. When you return, Yeontan is on his belly beside Hoseok, Tuna glaring at both of them with envy. You set the pot in front of him, and he blinks at it, bewildered.

"Is this...?"

"Tulips!" You say with a grin. The yellow blossoms stand proud as he gapes, and you like to imagine that they're proud they look so good for him. "To brighten up your house. You always seem so interested them, and I had several extra seedlings this year, so I grew one for you."

The look on Hoseok's face is unreadable and he's silent for a long while as he looks at the flowers. You wait; you've seen the way he looks at your garden while the two of you talk over the fence, you've seen the way that he eyes the tulips as you weed them. You know it's a good gift, and you scream the reminder inside your chest to drown out the voice in the back of your head saying otherwise. It's worth the wait when his face splits into the biggest smile you've ever seen, radiant and bright. It almost seems to surround him, a halo of joy that feels like a summer sun.

"I absolutely love it," He tells you. "It's gorgeous, I'm going to make sure everyone can see it." He stands, potted flowers cradled in both hands like a babe, and gives Yeontan one last kiss. "I should be going anyway, I have a class in the morning, but I need to make sure I find the perfect place for these." He beams at you again, and you return his grin.

"It's nothing, Hobi," You say, walking him to the front door and opening it for him. "Consider it a housewarming gift." He beams as he makes his way across to his own house, and the way he's already cooing at the buds and talking to it have your emotions a mess.

It's been months since you first went to coffee with Hoseok. The two of you are, you would say, friends. You've definitely graduated from neighbors, and you spend more time together than acquaintances, but it feels strange to call him your friend when what you feel is so much more than that.

Every time you see him, it only gets worse. More than once, you wished time would stand still if only to keep him with you a little longer. Being around him feels like standing in a meadow of daffodils in the noon sun, heat seeping into your skin and painting the world with its oranges and yellows while the breeze whispers a promise in your ear as it rolls through you.

You wish you could bottle the feeling.

You make a note on your fridge - 'bottling emotions for capitalistic gain - too obvious? trite? overused? must consider further' - and set out a treat for Tuna. She's grumpy, likely because you've yet again woken at four in the morning and disrupted her usual bed - your face - with your need for a bathroom and a snack.

You haven't slept much that week, too busy polishing the last few press releases and comments that had to be perfect before release. You'd finally done the last of the work and had checked the mail and done your gardening before you received Joy's email saying you were good to go back into hibernation until the next book was due.

You took the hint and proceeded to pass out at around five that evening. You needed the sleep, clearly; you can't remember the last time you slept so long without even getting up to pee. Still, you muse as you munch on a week-old granola bar your mother left on her last visit, you're glad that you've gotten the book done. You're always relieved when you finish writing one, these days. In the beginning, you would wait anxiously until publication finished and the book was on the shelves. Joy had to pull you out of your rabbit hole several times, too consumed with what people were saying to even bother with anything else.

That was before Tuna, of course, and the garden.

Now, you were content seeing whatever happened your way. You didn't much care for professional reviews anymore; they were nice but they weren't as honest. The random people who stumbled onto Twitter in the early hours of the morning because they'd just turned the last page were much more genuine. There were always those that criticized you, of course, but you contented yourself with the knowledge that they never had to read your books if they didn't want to. Others enjoyed them, and that was what mattered. The ones who read them and then couldn't sleep, either for need to express their thoughts to someone before they could rest or because they were too on edge, too anxious, the ones who saw danger in every mundane shadow of their bedroom after putting your book down, those were the ones who mattered to you.

A bang startles you out of your thoughts, and you share a look with Tuna. Her fur is raised, tail straight up as she looks to your front door. You follow her gaze and see nothing, which isn't unusual. Tuna regularly communes with whatever shadow monsters exist in that parallel plane of existence only cats can see. It's not typical, however, for you to be able to hear said shadow monsters.

You pad your way to the front door, sliding one of the hardcovers that had arrived the day before into your hand as you do, in case one of the shadow monsters tried something. Another bang echoes throughout your house, followed by a series of quick, desperate knocks. Deciding that no respectable shadow monster would knock before murdering you, you open the door to see Hoseok, panicked and sweating and panting. He looks as surprised as you feel.

"Um…" is all he says for a minute, and you wait. "I didn't expect you to answer, honestly, I just. You weren't around earlier so I didn't want to use the hammock, and it's getting kind of chilly, and so I tried to sleep in the house, but it's gotten worse and I was doing alright but then it started making these noises? So I tried to get it to stop with some things I found online but that only made it all worse, and then it seemed like things were gonna shoot around the room, so I-"

"Hoseok," You interrupt. He stops, fixing wide eyes on you. "Context." "My house is being haunted by some kind of demon monster and I think it's going to try to kill me and I would really appreciate your help in exorcising it." You blink, but the grave expression on his face doesn't change. It takes a second for your brain to fit that particular frame around the puzzle that Hoseok has been - sleeping in the hammock, random coffee trips where he's jittery and on edge, the minute you go to leave the cafe, the terrified look in his eyes whenever he comes over or sparks a conversation out of nowhere.

"Okay," You say, sliding the book under your arm and closing the door behind you. Hoseok looks taken aback at the idea that you're actually going to help him, but he hesitantly follows as you head across the front yard to his own front door.

The house is quiet when you enter, the shadows of still-yet-to-be-unpacked boxes dancing on the walls as you turn the overhead light on. He's lived in the house for months and yet it seems only the bare necessities have been unpacked; it should surprise you more, but considering the fact that he's spent all that time believing there's a ghost haunting him, you aren't surprised.

Your first walk through the house doesn't seem to trigger anything. It's completely silent, eerily still, and yet Hoseok seems to jump at every creak of a floorboard, ready to run at every twisting shadow that shies away from the light.

"Is there a ghost here?" You eventually call into the living room, and Hoseok curses at the soft thud that echoes. Your eyes narrow, darting around the space. "I asked a question. Don't be rude, it's very inconsiderate of you." There's a couple of other thuds eyes track them around the room. "If you don't stop, I'm going to start performing an exorcism, and then who's going to regret being impolite?"

Hoseok hisses your name, but you ignore him, instead of focusing on the way the lamp in the corner wobbles ever so slightly. Hoseok clearly also notices this, inching towards the door once more.

"Hoseok said you were talking to him. Am I not good enough?" There's a pause, and then a warbled voice reverberates through the room, eerie and lingering, which only cements your theory. You turn to Hoseok and lower your voice, barely even whispering. You're so close that your lips brush his ear as you ask him where the entrance to his attic is. He leads you to it, stepping softly and avoiding the creaky floorboards as you do.

It's harder to be quiet as he pulls the trapdoor down, stairs sliding along with it, but at this point, you don't need to be. You ascend first, Hoseok following close behind. He no longer looks afraid, merely curious, and you're glad for it. It's a pity that he's felt so alienated from his own house.

There are several squeaking sounds as you turn on your phone flashlight and showing Hoseok exactly what has been haunting him: a pink-haired young man and his blonde friend, both scrambling for cover amidst the sleeping bag and snack wrappers that litter the floor of the attic.

You stand aside as Hoseok chases them out, cursing about mice and sleep and ungrateful friends as he does. When Jungkook and Jimin are both gone, laughing so hard they can't run, you show Hoseok the boots they used to stomp around, the nearly-invisible fishing line threaded down and around various lamps and paintings, the radio hookup they used to change their voices.

"It's all stuff I've used in books before," You tell him as he pours a cups of coffee for you both. "Also, I could hear them laughing."

"I feel like an idiot for waking you up for this. And for sleeping in a hammock and getting chased out of my house for something so stupid." He runs a hand through his hair and the fondness in your chest grows. He doesn’t look at you, instead staring at the potted tulips sitting in his kitchen window. It mirrors your own, and you’ve caught yourself staring more than once from your own kitchen.

"There are worse things,” you say.

"Oh?"

"Mhm. I could've not had a hammock." The small grin he gives has you melting, and you want nothing more than to wrap him in a hug and kiss away the line between his brows.

“You have a point," He says with a small laugh. "It is a really comfortable hammock. I almost don't want to go back to my bed."

"So don't," You say, voice steady despite the fluttering in your chest. The tone in his voice feels new, feels good, like perhaps he's standing in that meadow of daffodils with you, and it gives you hope. "You're always welcome to use the hammock. As I said, someone should, otherwise it's going to hang there, all sad and lonely."

He looks shocked to hear that, though you aren't sure why. It isn't like you've been very secretive of the way he makes you feel; but then, you haven't been outright vocal, either. And he did think he was being haunted for the better part of four months, without realizing it was two of his friends living in his attic.

"You're welcome to come over whenever, Hobi," You tell him. "You don't need to be chased out by a ghost to talk to me."

"I don't want to interrupt your work," He says. His voice is hesitant and sweet and it reminds you of the orange blossoms you used to plant with your grandmother.

"I'm actually finished with my book," You tell him. He makes a questioning noise, and you remember the hardcover tucked under your arm and set it on the counter. "This is actually for you." He steps closer to look it over and flips it around to look at the back as well.

"I can't take your only copy," He starts but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"I have one for me," You say. Your voice is firm, unaffected by the rolling of your stomach, but it's quieter than usual. "That's yours. I wanted your opinion on it if it lives up to the hype. We talked about the one right before this last week, and I'm curious if this one will answer any of your questions or if it leaves you with more. I've been trying some new things, and I'm not sure how well I executed them."

You choke the need to keep talking. Instead, you bite your tongue and return the look Hoseok is giving you; it's intense and full of something you can't place. But he's opened the book to the back, fingers resting lightly against the dedication bearing his name, thumb brushing the red carnation you'd pressed between the pages out of sheer impulse.

"You don't have to read it, of course," You eventually say.

"I'll need something to do while you garden, though," He says, stepping closer and letting the book fall closed. "I can't exactly lay in that hammock and watch you garden, can I?"

"If you wanted, you could." He's closer than he's ever been now, eyes focused on your lips even as he studies your face for any sign that you don't want him there. "I wouldn't mind."

When he finally presses his lips to yours, they're softer than you expected. Even his hands are soft as he slides them up to cup your jaw and press deeper, like gardenia blossoms against your skin, and everywhere he touches is warmed, as if the sun itself was dancing across you. It makes it hard to breathe, but god, at this point, you'd be fine with never breathing again so long as he kept kissing you.

It feels like hours when he finally pulls away, a shy smile painted pink with the sunrise, and it's breathtaking.

Later that day, you plant lilies, white and yellow intermixed in a pattern that your grandmother taught you, while Hoseok swings lazily in your hammock, one leg on the ground to rock himself. He spouts questions at you as he does, making little notes in the margins of each page as you respond, Tuna curled beside him and happily snoring.

You should plant more daffodils, you decide as you watch them.

#fic: amae #bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #hoseok x reader #hoseok fluff #hobi x reader #jhope x reader #neighbor!hobi #neighbor hobi #neighbor hoseok #neighbor jhope #kpop fanfiction #reader insert #ddaenggtan #this is literally so much fluff #there is exactly zero (0) smut so im sorry if thats why u read it lmao #boyfriend!hoseok #soft hoseok

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Blues In The Night 16. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

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“Yikes. I didn’t think The Colonel would lose his top like that,” Mei muttered as she looked through racks of clothes. She had taken Aimee Christmas shopping with her at the mall to help get her mind off of things. Although, her ulterior motive was to get all the new gossip on Aimee’s love life without the worry of Shoto overhearing.

Aimee scoffed as she examined a sweater, putting it back on the rack with a sigh, “Obviously, I’m mailing Daddy his gift this year. If he wants to stew, he can stew by himself.” She was still so angry with her father due to his rude behavior at dinner. She hadn’t spoken to him since, ignoring his calls and messages. She did make sure to post a picture or two on social media every so often so he wouldn’t send out the national guard to look for her.

“Oh, so you’re spending Christmas with The Todoroki’s this year then?”

The ravenette shook her head, walking over to her friend who had now wandered over to an electronics store. “Actually no. Shoto said that they don't really celebrate at his house so we’re just gonna do a little thing at his apartment. I’m bringing Mochi along and everything.”

“Aww!” Mei gushed, giving Aimee one of her bone-crushing hugs. “How cute and domestic!”

“Mei!” Aimee giggled, struggling to free herself from her friend’s hold. Once she had broken loose, Aimee walked over to a display of electronic gifts, twirling her curls around her finger. “Now I just have to figure out what in the world to get the man for a gift...”

Clapping her hands excitedly, Mei cheered, gesturing to herself, “Give him one of my babies! They’re one of a kind and kick ass!”

“No offense hun, but your babies are also very likely to explode,” Aimee said apologetically as she shook her head with a smile. “Also, Shoto isn’t really a gadget guy, other than his spaceship car.”

“Hmm…” Mei tapped her chin in thought as she walked to stand next to Aimee. “You can’t go wrong with a leather wallet… Or maybe a nice watch?”

Aimee’s large eyes filled with sadness as she shook her head solemnly. “I’m sure Shoto has much nicer wallets and watches than I can ever hope to afford.” She bit her bottom lip as she wrapped her arms around herself protectively. “He has to have those things custom made so they won’t be damaged by his ice and fire.”

Christmas with Shoto was becoming a lot more stressful than she had originally thought. What do you give the man who has everything? The man who wants for nothing. What does she have to give on just a teacher’s salary? He gives her the world and what can she possibly give him?

“Hey,” Mei interrupted her thoughts with a pat on her shoulder. “I’m sure we’ll think of something. Let’s keep looking.”

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It was Christmas eve and instead of enjoying the office Christmas party put on by the sidekicks at his agency, Shoto was trapped in a meeting with the missing person's task force. Dozens of photos of victims lined the bulletin board and unfortunately, not much evidence accompanied them. Shoto held his head in his hands as the other heroes continued to discuss the gravity of the situation.

“I’m sick and tired of this guy sneaking past us,” Eraserhead mumbled over his cup of coffee.

“You’re always sick and tired,” Shinsou snickered.

“Someone else was taken last night,” Endeavor announced to the room, adding another picture to the board. “Yoshimoto Bokkai, age 22. Quirk: Size Shift. He can change the size of his body at will.”

“To be taken right at Christmas, that’s so sad,” Deku mumbled, writing notes in his journal. “His poor family must miss him terribly.”

Shoto sifted through the file in fount of him with a quiet hum. “The file says he’s a runaway living on the streets. I doubt he would have seen his family anyway.”

Aizawa nodded as he leaned back in his seat, “That’s probably what made him an easy target.”

“Do we have any leads?” Endeavor asked the room, taking a seat at the table. “I’ll take any sort of whisper at this point.”

Deku stood, a hopeful smile on his face as he held up a file, “Well, we did happen to get some super grainy footage from a security camera nearby. It caught a shadowy figure leaving the scene.”

Shoto’s ears perked up at this new information. He turned to his green-haired friend, his low voice carrying a new sense of urgency, “A shadowy figure? Let me see. Do you have a still?”

Midoriya handed him the file, his green brow quirked at his friend, curious of where his train of thought was going. Shoto opened the file and studied the footage still intently before letting out a low growl. It was just as he feared. He had seen this figure cloaked in shadow before. He’d know those black tendrils anywhere.

“Do you have something to share with the class, Todoroki?” Aizawa deadpanned as he sipped his coffee.

“This guy…” Shoto mumbled. “I think it might be the same guy that attacked Aimee and I on our date.”

“This guy,” Shinsou interjected, gesturing to Shoto. “Dude gets a girlfriend and it’s all he can talk about.” His smug smirk was knocked off his face with a swift smack to the back of the head by Aizawa. “Ow! Jeeze.”

Choosing to ignore Shinsou, Shoto continued, handing the file to Endeavor to look over. “He must know we’re investigating. For him to lash out like that we have to be getting close.” Shoto then turned back to Midoriya, a determined look on his face, “Any luck on identifying him?”

Deku shook his head, a grim look cloaking his features. “Unfortunately no. We can’t find any quirks like that registered in the Japanese Quirk Database.”

Son of a bitch! Shoto cursed under his breath as he clenched his fists. If his guy really is connected to the disappearances, then he knows what Aimee looks like. He had to protect her. He made a vow.

Bringing him from his thoughts, Shoto felt a large hand on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw his father, a determined look on his face as he addressed the room. “Finding this guy and his identity is key to solving this case and giving these families some peace. Especially if he’s after one of our own now,” He paused, giving his son’s shoulder a squeeze. “Keep pounding the pavement. Dismissed.”

With a heavy sigh, the duel quirked hero rose from his seat and exited the room, walking down the hallway towards his office. He waved weakly at a few of his sidekicks, happily celebrating and dancing to Christmas music. He just wasn’t in a party mood, given this new information. Walking into this office, Shoto set his eyes on Aimee, sitting pretty on his desk. She was dressed in a forest green sweater dress with brown thigh-high boots, her long soft curls cascading over her shoulders. Shoto watched her in the doorway for a moment as Aimee continued to talk to a few of his sidekicks as they merrily munched on some of her homemade beignets she brought for the party.

“Ah Aimee, my love. Aren’t you popular?” Shoto said with a smile as he walked over to her.

“Shoto!” Aimee’s brown eyes lit up at the sight of her beau, a bright smile warming her face. “I thought this was supposed to be an office Christmas party, so why are you still working?”

Shoto chuckled, cupping her face with his hands. “Unfortunately, crime does not take a holiday.” He kissed her forehead softly before clearing his throat, looking around the room. “Alright, everyone take a beignet and clear out. I need to talk to Miss Faurie alone.”

The sidekicks shared a couple of knowing looks to each other before heading towards the door. Shoto moved to hold the door open for them, nodding politely as they left, a few donning a faint blush. Once everyone had left, Shoto closed the door behind them, before walking back to Aimee, pulling her close by the waist.

“Uh oh, am I in trouble Mr. Todoroki?”

“Are you trying to get me flustered at work with that dress… these boots?” Shoto breathed, his hands gliding over the soft curves of her body.

“I just wanted to look good for you, mon cher.”

With a light chuckle, Shoto picked Aimee up bridal style, earning a surprised squeal from the dark-skinned beauty. Carrying her with him, he sat down at his desk, Aimee resting in his lap. “You always look delectable.”

The pair shared a lingering kiss before Aimee pulled away, lightly brushing his bottom lip with her thumb. “Thank you, cher.” She paused, reaching for the two coffee cups she left on his desk. “Here, I brought us some coffee from our place.”

Shoto smiled, taking the cup offered to him. “Thank you, love. I owe that coffee shop a lot, seeing that’s where I met the love of my life.” He placed a kiss to her neck as he gently ran his hand up and down her plush thigh.

“Oh stop! You’ll make me blush.” Aimee gushed, giving his chest a playful smack.

While taking a sip of his coffee, Shoto caught a whiff of Aimee’s coffee, piquing his curiosity.

“What did you get? It smells different than usual.”

“Gingerbread latte, it’s off their seasonal menu. Have a sip.”

Aimee offered her coffee to him, Shoto taking a small sip.

“Too sweet.” Shoto grimaced handing her back the cup.

“That’s why I got you your usual americano.”

“Hmm.” Shoto hummed before giving Aimee’s ass a squeeze. “But I do love this sweet americano.”

“Eww so cheesy!” Aimee laughed as her lips pressed against his. Soon their playful kiss turned into something more passionate as they both placed their coffee cups back on Shoto’s desk to hold each other close. The pair continued to explore each other's mouths, soft sighs escaping their lips when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Ugh, who is it?” Shoto grumbled in between kisses.

“Your Father,” Enji said from the other side of the door.

“Go away.”

“Shh, Shoto don’t be rude.” Aimee giggled, smoothing Shoto’s hair and wiping smudged lipstick from his mouth. “Come on in.”

Opening the door, Enji walked into the room, his hands behind his back. “Ah, well hello you two,” he greeted with a small smile. He fought the urge to avert his eyes as looked at his son with his girlfriend still on his lap, looking like a mob boss. “Aimee, I was hoping I would catch you.”

“Oh, is something on your mind?” Aimee smiled at the man as he shuffled his feet awkwardly.

“We uh, heard about your falling out with your father. Even though we don’t really celebrate Christmas, the family and I wanted to get you a little something.” The burly redhead revealed the wrapped box he was hiding behind his back. “You’re always welcome at the Todoroki estate.”

Aimee stood from Shoto’s lap, walking up to his father with a grateful smile. “Oh, you didn’t have to Enji,” She gushed as he laid the box in her hands.

“We wanted to.”

“Should I open it now, or wait until tomorrow morning?”

“It’s up to you.”

“Now then!”

Enji chuckled as he watched Aimee tear the wrapping paper off of the box. Opening her gift, she held up an elegant purple kono kimono with a gold floral print. “Oh, Enji It’s beautiful! Thank you so much!”

He smiled as Aimee continued to admire the soft fabric. “I got your measurements from Shoto, so it should fit perfectly.” Setting the box down on Shoto’s desk, Aimee then captured Enji in a tight bear hug, her face buried in his chest. He tensed for a moment before melting into her touch, patting her head awkwardly like she was a small child.

“Are you trying to show me up, old man?” Shoto asked with a small smirk, watching the scene before him.

“If I am able to show you up, then you deserve it.”

“Anyway,” Enji said while gently pulling Aimee off of him. “I’ll let you two get going. Enjoy your holiday. But first,” he paused leaning down to whisper into Aimee’s ear. “I heard you brought beignets. Are there any left?”

Aimee laughed giving the man a wink before grabbing a tupperware from Shoto’s desk. “I saved one just for you.”

“I knew you were a keeper,” Enji pat her back before grabbing a beignet, walking back towards the door. “Thanks and have a good night.”

With Enji out of the room, Shoto stood form his seat, grabbing his coat before placing a kiss to Aimee’s temple. “Come on, my love. Let’s go home.”

After first swinging by Aimee’s apartment and collecting a few things as well as Mochi, the couple entered Shoto’s luxury penthouse apartment. Looking around the living room, Aimee’s jaw dropped in awe. Todoroki had decorated his place with elegant Christmas decorations. His fireplace mantle was lined with frosted garland, stockings hung with care. Fresh poinsettias were placed all around, giving off a lovely scent. But the most stunning thing was the tree. It was 7 feet tall at least, tastefully decorated in blue, silver, and gold, making it look like a winter wonderland.

“It’s nothing spectacular, but I did my best for such short notice,” Shoto hummed.

“Shoto, it’s perfect. You did good boo,” Aimee giggled to herself as she sat down her cat carrier.

“I also got a few things for Mochi so his stay would be comfortable as well,” Shoto said as he gestured to the new cat bed, scratching post, and litter box in the corner.

“Thanks, cher. Why don’t you let Mochi out of his carrier and let him get acclimated while I unpack and get changed?”

The hero nodded as he knelt down, watching Aimee disappear from view with her bags. Looking into the carrier, he saw Mochi curled up in the back. Carefully, he opened the gate of the carrier, waiting for the fat cat to make his exit. Only, he never made a move. “Mochi?” Shoto said softly. “You can come out now.” He was only met with a hiss from the cat, and he knew better than to try to pull him out. “Aimee?” he called over to her. “He won’t come out.”

After a few moments, Aimee returned with a bag, kneeling down to take a look herself. “What’s wrong, little man? Here kitty kitty kitty.” Mochi let out a quiet meow, still refusing to come out. “He gets nervous around new places and people. Luckily, he’s very food motivated.”

Aimee stood and reached into her bag, pulling out a bag of cat treats she packed for Mochi before returning to the carrier. She held one out where the cat could see, calling his name, “Mochi. Here kitty kitty kitty.” With a treat in his sights, Mochi timidly made his way out of the carrier, claiming his prize with a happy meow. “There you go. He’ll loosen up eventually.”

Shoto nodded as he stood, helping Aimee to her feet as well. It was then that he noticed her red plaid pajamas, a reindeer silhouette placed right on her chest. “These are new. I like them,” he smirked, taking her hand to give her a twirl. “Festive.”

“Thank you,” Aimee grinned. “I got you a matching set as well. I figured it would be cute and Christmasy. It’s laying on the bed for you.”

“I’ll get changed then.”

As Shoto made his way to the bedroom to get changed into his matching pajamas, Aimee took the presents she got for him out of her bag. She carefully placed them under the tree, giggling at how barren it looked. Such a large tree needed more than just six gifts underneath, but Aimee made a rule that they were only allowed three presents each. Otherwise, she knew Shoto would buy her a whole store’s worth of gifts.

With Shoto now dressed in his pajamas, the couple curled up on the couch. Shoto wrapped his arm around Aimee as she turned on her favorite Christmas movie, The Nightmare Before Christmas. Shoto smiled as he watched her happily sing along to the music, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“I thought this was a Christmas movie? They’re singing about Halloween.”

“That’s the beauty of this movie. It’s both!”

The couple continued to watch Christmas movie after movie until Shoto noticed his shoulder was a little heavier than before. Looking down, he saw Aimee fast asleep, her lips slightly parted as she snored softly. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he kissed the crown of her head. Sleepyhead. Ever so carefully, Shoto pulled Aimee into his arms bridal style, carrying her into his bedroom before laying her down on the soft bed. After tucking her in, the hero turned out the lights before slipping into bed beside her, pulling her back close to his chest. “Goodnight, my love. Sweet dreams.” With a kiss to her cheek, he closed his eyes, loving this quiet moment.

The next morning, Shoto was awakened to the soft kisses of Aimee’s lips all over his face. She giggled as his lips pulled into a smile, only opening one eye to peer up at his love. “May I help you?”

“Good morning and Merry Christmas, mon cher!”

“Morning, Merry Christmas,” Shoto mumbled with a smile.

“What do you say we make some pancakes before we open presents?”

“Sounds perfect.”

After completing their morning grooming routines, the couple went to the kitchen to make breakfast. With jazzy Christmas music playing through the room, Aimee made fluffy pancakes while Shoto sliced fresh fruit, Mochi weaving between their legs, hoping for dropped food. With the food ready, they ate in comfortable conversation, often interrupted by Aimee singing along to the music, not that Shoto minded. He loved listening to her sing.

“Gift time!” Aimee cheered as she gathered their now empty plates, putting them in the sink.

“Only if you open yours first.”

“Deal!”

Taking her hand in his, Shoto lead Aimee into the living room before sitting down on the floor next to the tree. He handed her a thin box with a gold bow, a soft smile on his lips. Upon tearing the wrapping paper, Aimee gasped “Oh my God… this is Hank Mobley’s Blue Note 1568 Album. This must have cost you a fortune.” This rare jazz vinyl record sells for $5,000 at least on eBay.

“Do you like it?”

“Of course, I love it.”

“Then it was worth it.”

Next, Shoto handed her a red envelope. He waited patiently as he watched Aimee open it. He was loving watching her eyes light up with each surprise. He was suddenly regretting following her three gift rule.

“Beyonce tickets! Oh my God, these are amazing seats!” Aimee gushed, holding them to her chest. “Why do you spoil me so?”

“You did say you’d do anything for Beyonce. Perhaps I’ll call a favor in on a rainy day.” Shoto gave her a smug wink before handed her a small rectangular box wrapped in silver paper. “Okay, last one.”

After discarding the wrapping paper, Aimee sucked in a breath at the sight of the blue velvet box in her hand. Upon opening it, she gasped, marveling at the delicate necklace inside. It had a thin gold chain and a simple diamond pendant that sparkled. Not too big so that she wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing it, but not too small either.

“Oh, Shoto…” Aimee sighed, her eyes glowing.

“Do you like it?” Shoto whispered.

“It’s beautiful,” she smiled. “Would you do the honors?”

Shoto nodded, taking the necklace out of the box. Gently, he draped the necklace around her neck, kissing the back of her neck once it was clasped. “There,” he said as Aimee turned to face him. “It really suits you.”

“Thank you, mon cher,” Aimee smiled as she touched the necklace, before leaning in to capture his lips with hers in a passionate kiss.

Pulling away gently, Shoto rested his forehead against Aimee’s, a warm smile on his face, “May I open my gifts now?”

“Oh…” Aimee dropped her eyes, a worried look washing over her face. “Your gifts were so wonderful now mine feels lackluster.” She bit her bottom lip before mumbling, “I should have put a price cap on you as well.”

Todoroki sighed, cupping her face in his hand. He knew that Aimee had a tendacy to fuss over money, something he had never had to experience, but the gift itself wasn’t really important to him. He just enjoyed the surprise, that she thought of him. “No matter what they are, I’m sure I’ll love them because they came from you.”

With a nod, Aimee handed Shoto a small box, wrapped in green and red striped paper. After opening it, Shoto pulled out a thin mesh pouch. It was filled with lots of different spices and herbs along with other things. Shoto smiled weakly, not sure what to make of this gift. “Oh. Thank you for this… tea?”

“It’s not tea, it’s gris-gris,” Aimee giggled, shaking her head. “In voodoo culture is a charm to help keep you safe. I made it myself. I thought you could attach it to your hero suit belt. Then you could be six pee-pee man.”

“How do you even know about that?” Shoto blushed, with a pout.

“The internet is forever baby.”

“Even so, thank you,” He smiled, examining the pouch in his hand. “It’s very thoughtful. I’ll wear it on every mission and patrol.”

Aimee then handed him another gift, a pink blush growing on her cheeks. Shoto eyed her suspiously as he opened it. It was his turn to blush as he held up its contents: satin red lingerie. “Oh. The gift that keeps on giving,” Shoto smirked, locking eyes with his beloved. “Will you model this for me later on?”

“Of course, but first…” Aimee handed him another gift wrapped in blue and silver paper. Shoto tore the wrapping paper off to find a navy and grey striped scarf, a darker verison of his eyes.

“I crocheted it myself,” the ravenette explained, watching him carefully.

“Really? I never saw you working on it,” Shoto hummed as he felt the soft yarn between his fingers.

“I did it while you were on patrols or during my planning period at school.”

Shoto smiled at the thought of Aimee hard at work crocheting this handmade gift. It wasn’t perfect, perhaps its one of her first projects, but that made it even more special to Shoto. Wrapping the scarf around his neck to model it, he could smell Aimee’s signature scent of coconut and cocoa butter lingering on the scarf. “It smells like you. Thank you. I’ll wear it every day.” Leaning over he placed a sweet kiss to her cheek. “What would you like to do next?”

“Actually, I have one more gift for you.”

“But you said only three gifts each.” Shoto said with a quirked brow.

“I know what I said. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t even wrap it.”

“You can’t even follow your own directions.”

“Just close your eyes and hold out your hand!”

Shoto did as he was told with a smirk on his lips as Aimee giggled as his expression. Getting up, she walked over to her purse, digging something out before placing the object in Shoto’s hand, “Okay, you can open your eyes.” Opening his eyes, Shoto looked in his hand to see a silver key on a cat keychain. “I know you hate that I leave the door unlocked for you. Now I don’t have to.”

A gentle smile pulled at the corners of his lips as he gripped the small key in his hand. His peace of mind, another small measure to help keep her safe, was the best gift he could have asked for. “Thank you, my love,” he whispered before pulling Aimee into his arms, capturing her lips in a loving kiss.

After cleaning up and giving Mochi his christmas treats and presents, the pair spent the rest of the day relaxing on the couch together, watching more Christmas favorites. With Aimee tucked into his side, Shoto chuckled as he watched Mochi run around the room trying to catch a red laser dot. “I may get a few pounds off of him yet,” Shoto muttered as he moved the laser around the room. “Is there anything else you want to do today, my love?” he asked, turning to his beloved. “I want our first Christmas together to be everything you want it to be.”

“Hmm…” Aimee thought, tapping her chin. “Actually, could you take me ice skating again?”

“Oh,” Shoto’s face fell as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “I wish I could, my love but it’s Christmas day. The ice rink is probably closed.”

“No, I meant on your ice,” Aimee smiled, playing with the collar of his pajamas. “Like when you first kissed me. When you asked me to be yours.”

“Put your shoes and coat on then.”

After quickly getting dressed, Shoto making sure to put on his new scarf, he took Aimee’s hand, leading her out of the apartment. Climbing a flight of stairs, they reached the roof his building. Aimee wrapped her coat tightly around her as she watched Shoto use his quirk to coat the roof in a layer of ice. With a soft smile, Shoto once again outstretched his hand to Aimee, “Take my hand.”

“Yes, sir,” Aimee smirked as she slipped her hand into his. Holding her hand, Shoto gently guided her onto the ice, pulling her back to press against his chest, his other arm wrapping around her waist to keep her steady. The hero effortlessly glided over his ice with Aimee securely in his arms, just like he did before months ago. Aimee laughed as she held onto him tightly, loving the feeling of the cool air whipping through her hair. The feeling of flying. “Weee! This never gets old!”

Shoto chuckled as he looked down at her. He lived for that bright smile, and especially that laugh. Wanting to hear more, he swiftly picked Aimee up bridal style, spinning around effortlessly on his ice. “Shoto!” she squealed holding him tightly as her chest began to jiggle with laughter. He couldn’t help is own laugh as he gently let her back down on her feet, holding her close before capturing her lips in a kiss.

As he slowly pulled away, Shoto stared into Aimee’s large brown eyes and he saw the world. He thought of all the things they have gone through in the past few months. He thought of all the sacrifices she made for him. He thought of how his family had adopted her as their own. He thought of the advice his mother had given him. What am I waiting for? Who cares if it’s early? I know she’s it for me. Caressing her face his hand, Shoto opened his mouth, ready to say what was on his heart, “Aimee?”

“It’s snowing!”

Breaking his train of thought, Shoto looked up to the sky. Sure enough, while he was lost in his thoughts, it had started snowing. “Hm. So it is.”

“I’m sorry, I interrupted. What were you going to say?”

Shoto looked down at Aimee as white snowflakes began to fall against her black hair. She smiled up at him expectantly as he took a single curl between his fingers, watching it bounce back into place before letting out a soft sigh.

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, mon cher.”

“Let’s get you back inside. It’s quite cold out.”

As Shoto lead Aimee back inside, an arm around her waist, he smiled to himself. What’s a little longer? He thought as he placed a sweet kiss to her temple. I still have to get the ring after all.

Chapter 17

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crystalrequiem · 5 years

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The Voice that Urged Orpheus

[Part 1/6(?)] [TRC] Summary: Kurogane tries to grapple with how attractive Fai is, fails to propose marriage, and is generally a gay disaster.

Tags: Kuro/Fai, Canon Universe, Post-Canon,

Warnings: suggestive thoughts (nothing graphic), overly sappy feelings, Kurogane’s unique combination of emotional intelligence and social incapability. [Part 1] - [Part 2]

Hello friends. It’s been a while since I posted Fic here. I will probably try to get this up on AO3 all in one piece? but I’m a creature that craves validation so it’s up here first piecemeal i guess. As a hint of this thing’s intended trajectory, its joke title is “5 times Kurogane sat consumed with lust for the evening and 1 time he got to do something about it” So-- maybe eventually some citrusy content of whichever flavor... >_>

Tomoyo did this to torment him, he thinks.

Gliding through the room easy as a fish in water, the Mage makes himself at home as the life of the party. However stilted the his usual attempts at Japanese, with Mokona here to translate he runs circles around the courtiers and their linguistic games. He acts every bit the part of the charming prince he should have been in a kinder life—darting from conversation to conversation, quick with an easy smile and a cutting joke, still managing to keep a careful eye on Syaoran.

Watching Fai smile honest and free of the weight of worry still seems to Kurogane like a miracle, but it doesn’t ruin him. On its own, it doesn’t drive him to hide away on the sidelines, hand clenched tight around his artificial wrist as he struggles to keep his own thoughts in check. No. The real torture derives from the indecent spill of Fai’s hair—a delicately ornamented, flowing stream of gold that traces his pale neck down to a blue silk collar worn just a little too loose. It’s the way he moves in that thing—ridiculous sleeves so long they nearly brush the floor, but somehow he hasn’t lost an ounce of grace. It’s—

The sight of Fai in nearly any garment of Nihon would still have struck him—his traitorous, possessive mind all too willing to catch on thoughts of the mage in his clothes and in his land—but Tomoyo had gone to lengths to make it worse. The cut and drape of what she made for Fai would advertise their relationship on its own, but she’d once again seen fit to embroider the black moon at his chest. Standard for any shinobi under her command, but Fai is not, and with Kurogane’s status as it is… It’s safe to assume every single person here knows what kind of item they are. Just thinking about it is enough to drive a man to distraction.

As if on cue, the mage catches his eye across the crowd and grants him a quiet smile. For an instant, he forgets how to breathe. Fai’s stupid grin can send his heart stuttering in his chest on a good day, but looking like that—

Kurogane growls and turns away. He hopes to whatever god still listens that his face doesn’t reflect the sorts of things running through his head. The fingers wrapped around his metal wrist grip tight enough to hurt, if he’d had any nerves.

“Blue really is his color.”

He has long believed that Tomoyo possesses an extra special sense for his embarrassment.

“Did you need something, your highness?” He grits. Her bell-like peals of laughter fill the shadowed alcove at his expense.

“Who can say? Maybe I just wanted to visit with my favorite subject.” He doesn’t bother granting her a response. He’s almost glad for her distraction, however ill-intentioned it may be. At least it gives him a chance to collect himself. “How much longer do you think you can stay this time?” Kurogane shrugs in answer.

“Same as usual. Just until the Manjuu says we need to move again. Maybe another day or two I’d guess.” He starts to relax, the heat in his veins cooling ever so slowly, until Tomoyo adds with a pout,

“Not enough time for a wedding then.”

“Princess,” he chokes, mortally affronted as she laughs harder. He tries to tune her out, but keeping his cool presents a serious challenge while he can’t help imagining…

He doesn’t know what exact moment he’d decided he needed Fai at his side always. Maybe as early as Yama? Maybe something in him knew even before that. Either way, his vision of the future rings empty without Fai there to meet it with him, whatever form that might take. Co-caretakers for the kids, battle companions, friends or paramours—whatever Fai deigns to give him, he wants. It’s only somehow in all of that… he’s never really thought about something like a wedding. He really could ask, couldn’t he? Would Fai want that?

He tunes back in to reality and finds Tomoyo staring, all quiet acceptance and expectation. She likes to tease, but in this he senses no joke. She means it—wants him to know that she does. The court in Nihon accepts male lovers easily enough, but he has never heard of a marriage between them. She means to offer him that: the possibility of tradition shattered beneath the weight of the imperial throne.

“You are my dearest and oldest friend. When your sojourn ends for good, I will make sure this is a land you want to return to.” Tomoyo flashes a gentle smile, fleeting between the narrow gap of fan and hair. “The court could use some new ways of thinking.” She murmurs as she looks away, back towards the party and the majority of the court. As usual, her political shrewdness surpasses him. He should have realized she had more reason to parade Fai about than to tease her favorite former protector.

“Princess Tomoyo, I—” He doesn’t know how to answer her, but he doesn’t get the chance to try. She only shakes her head and stares past him, her eyes locked to something over his shoulder.

“Fai! How are you finding the party?” She chirrups, holding her fan a little higher to hide her expression, which is far too self-satisfied. Kurogane freezes like a child caught sneaking sweets.

“Perfectly well, thank you, your highness.” With his thoughts running rampant, Fai’s presence burns like a brand in his awareness. He shuts his eyes and tries not to think too hard about the crescent moons embroidered starkly on that damnable outfit, or exactly what he wants them to mean.

Unfortunately Fai doesn’t understand what ails him and mistakes his attempt at control for annoyance. “Alright there, Kuro-Grumpy?” He teases, voice colored by a fleck of genuine concern as he brushes his fingers against the base of Kurogane’s neck. Tomoyo laughs at the way he stiffens. She knows exactly what she’s done and isn’t at all sorry.

“I’m sure he is,” she teases, coquettish as she gathers her train in one hand. “I’d best leave you two be. Doubtless you have much to talk about.”

Doubtless, his thoughts echo, indignant. He marks her for a traitor as she leaves him be with only Fai and his racing mind for company. He tries to use his feelings of annoyance to strip this buzzing hyper-awareness away… to little effect.

“…Kuro?” He lets the silence linger too long, and the mage grows worried. Kurogane huffs and his gaze falls back on Fai at last.

He’s standing far too close, he thinks as his vision floods with the man he loves most. Too close and too beautiful and waiting too long for him to respond. He tries to find an answer to Fai’s concern and forgets how to use words. Struck stupid by the sight of his magician all he can manage is a hoarse,

“Hello.”

“Hello,” Fai echoes warily, expression warring between amusement and apprehension. “Is everything okay?”

Kurogane catches Fai��s gaze and the rest of the world seems to fade from view, drowned by perfect blue. Blue now—not the stubborn amber of blood-lust or the jarring blot of onyx in an uncertain world—just blue. Bright and alive and still here with him after everything and damn it… he wants Fai by his side for all the hues that might follow.

“What’s wrong?” the mage grows more anxious with each second of silence and starts to draw his hand away, already turning to try to determine what threat has Kurogane unsettled. This won’t do. He catches the hand before it can retreat and keeps Fai’s attention, even as his feelings dam his throat closed. He closes his eyes and tries to find a way to explain what he wants, but the words just don’t come.

You look nice, is banal and, hey, marry me? Seems like a bad thing to spring on someone unexpected at a party. I love you so much, it hurts, is true, but sounds like an accusation and not one he means to levy. He doesn’t regret any part of this. Not for a single instant.

He takes his usual route and settles for action when words fail him—cradles Fai’s captured hand with his own and presses his lips to the center of Fai’s palm.

He looks the way he does every time Kurogane manages to demonstrate some degree of the depths of his feelings: as though the floor has fallen beneath his feet and he has no ground to stand on.

“Oh,” the mage murmurs, backlit by a low light that bounces subtly off the silk of his clothes and the shining gold of his hair. Kurogane wants little more than to pull him deeper into shadow and kiss him until everything he struggles to say coalesces without words.

He doesn’t look away as he shifts their positions to let Fai’s shaking fingers linger over the shape of his jaw. He keeps his hold on Fai’s wrist gentle—tries to provide an anchor to reality as the blonde’s thoughts race behind his eyes. “…Kuro? I’m not…sure this is the time or place for—whatever this is.”

He’s not wrong, but he also makes no move to pull away. Kurogane sighs and closes his eyes, tries to block out the vision that captivates him even as he leans into Fai’s touch. He can’t do more than that with the party still buzzing, barely concealed behind the thin veneer of privacy the alcove affords. He has to say something. He can’t leave it be—not now with his mind so locked on the idea of forever.

“I—Fai. When all this is over, do you, maybe—”

He almost says it then. He doesn’t’ even know the words on the tip of his tongue—they spill forth organically, easily for once in his life and he’s going to say something, even if he doesn’t quite know what. So of course that’s when the kids find them.

“Aha! Mokona’s super secret technique, Finding Mommy and Daddy!” the blasted bun’s cheery announcement treads roughshod over his every nerve. Probably Fai’s too if he had to guess; the mage jerks back as if he’s been burned, his awful fake smile plastered back into place. “Oh no! Did we interrupt?”

…we…?

Kurogane takes a deep breath and dares to turn around. Sure enough, there stand both Syaoran and Mokona. The Manjuu is perfectly chipper but Syaoran at least has the good grace to look embarrassed.

“S-sorry!” he stutters, face a burning red. “I didn’t know you were—uh…. We’ll just go over here, and—”

Fai comes to their rescue as usual. All too used to acting despite his feelings, he casts off embarrassment like a shroud and bustles forth to reassure the kid.

“Nothing to worry about!” he crows, “We were just about to head back in to the fray.” He glides closer to Syaoran and blocks the lingering electricity in the air with distance. Every motion still so damnably graceful—Kurogane feels further doomed with every breath. He crosses his empty arms and leans into the wall, watching his love retreat.

“Ask me later?” Fai mouths as he rushes away, the corners of his eyes soft with apology. Kurogane huffs and musters something like a smile to reassure him.

“Sure,” he mouths back, though he still doesn’t really know what he wants to say.

…this is going to be a thing, isn’t it? He can just feel it.

#TRC #tsubasa reservoir chronicle #Kurogane #Kurofai #fanfic

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years

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Heyo! Happy April Fools Day! Its got me thinking, how do you think the guys would celebrate the day with their s/o? Perhaps playing jokes on their brothers and Casey?

Thank you for the ask my love! Happy April fools to you too!

April Fools!

Leonardo

You would think the leader of the four would be too uptightfor a good April fools joke but you’d be pleasantly mistaken. As soon as youwalked into the lair Leo was on you whisking you to his room to fill you in onhis devious plan. Mikey was always goofing off, not taking his trainingseriously and playing pranks whenever he could. So, it was time to give theyoungest a taste of his own medicine. He needed your excellent cooking skillsto make a ‘special’ pizza for Mikey.

Fresh dough was kneaded and stretched carefully on the stonepizza block along with a delicious layer of your homemade pizza sauce. Nextcame pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, onions and a very special ingredient.In Leo’s green hand sat a bag of ghost peppers ready to be laid just beneaththe thick layer of mozzarella cheese. You made Leo cut the peppers up and placethem on the pizza; you were not touching those things. Besides he was the onewith the knifes.

As the pizza bubbled and browned inside the oven thedelicious aroma drifted thorough the lair. Luckily Leo had sent Donnie and Raphout to patrol so they wouldn’t bite into the inferno pizza spoiling thesurprise.

Soon Mikey’s nose took him from his room following theamazing smell of homemade pizza. You both could have sworn his was hovering ashe moved, his feet dragging behind him. Even his eyes were closed as he marchedup the stairs into the kitchen his nose guiding him the entire way by smell.

“Did Y/N make her famous homemade pizza for us?” Mikey cooedsitting down at the table as Leo pulled the steaming pie from the oven and setit in front of the youngest turtle.

“Yeah Mikey, we made it for you special.” Leo smiled tryingto hide the mischief behind his blue eyes.

You leaned back against a support beam your arms folded overyour chest watching Leonardo cut the fresh pizza into the triangles for theeager orange banded turtle. Mikey leaned down taking in a big whiff of thepizza and turned to you with a giant smile.

“It was Leo’s idea, thank him.” You smiled as sweetly as youcould trying not to laugh. You felt a little bit bad for Mikey because he wasabout to be in a whole world of hurt but you knew the kind of pranks he pulled.So, it was only a matter of time before he got it back onto him tenfold.

His green three fingered hand slid gingerly under the firstslice and separated it from the rest, drooling at the stretch of the cheese.

“Bon apatite.” Leo encouraged his brother.

Sliding the end of the pizza passed his lips, his eyesclosed, Mikey bit down on the cheesy goodness taking a large piece into his mouth.His pearly white teeth worked the dough and protein chewing everythingthoroughly. You watched his adams apple bob when he swallowed his first andmost likely only bite and hummed in gratification. His chest jumped when he letout a soft abrupted cough.

“Whoa that has some heat to it.” Mikey laughed coughingagain this time a little more violently.

Almost instantly you could see the beads of sweat roll downhis green crown. Another cough and Mikey put down the pizza. “Wow, did you addsomething new Y/N? It’s never been… oh my god…..my tongue..(cough)…it’s onfire….(cough)…….What the shell?!” Mikey raced to the sink and turned on thefaucet dipping his whole head under the running water.

By now Leonardo was doubled over laughing the hardest youhad ever seen the leader do before.

Between gurgles of water Mikey screamed at this eldestbrother. “What did you put in that pizza brah?! And why isn’t the water helping?!”

“Ghost peppers Mike, Ghost peppers!” Leo managed to squeak outbetween bouts of laughter.

Mikey’s eyes went wide and looked at you, pleading for help.

“Milk Mikey, that will help some.” You were trying so hardnot to laugh but you were failing miserably. And then something caught your eyeand it happened too fast for you to stop it. Leo brought his hands to his mouthtrying to muffle the laughter and his eyes went wide. His laughter immediatelystopped, and his hand ripped from his lips like they were on fire and that wasbecause they now were.

The oils from the pepper lingered on the skin for quite sometime and you had told the leader in blue to not touch any sensitive skin for awhile.

You were now doubled over in laughter as Mikey and Leobattled for the gallon of milk to relieve their burning mouths. “April fools.”You cried.

Michelangelo

You were sitting on the couch next to Leo in the lairwatching a horror movie when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Tuning your head,you saw Mikey with his contagious toothy grin and he urged you to join him witha curl of his green digit.

Getting to your feet you jumped over the back of the couchand ran after the handsome turtle into his room. You thought there was anaughty reason Mikey had called you into his room, so you curled your armsaround his neck and took a heated kiss. Mikey groaned into your eager mouthtaking the gesture fully but ended it reluctantly with a pop of your lips.

“Not that I wouldn’t mind you under me right now...” Mikeystopped himself mid sentence and looked down at the growing bulge in his pantsand cocked his head like he was contemplated something. His blue eyes glitteredwith desire but quickly shook his head ridding himself of the lewd thought.“It’s not what I called you in here for, it’s April 1st today.” Hesmiled wickedly.

It was April fools and this was the orange terrapin’sholiday of choice, he was the master of pranks. His target would be hishotheaded brother Raphael and his face was lite up in excitement. In his handwas a packet of quick set gelatin. He needed you to distract the brute when hemade himself a protein shake after his workout so he could slip the contents ofthe packet into the drink.

You happily agreed to the prank, you loved messing with thered brute so of course you were on board.

Raphael was currently working out and the clanging of metalreverberated throughout the lair with every rep. Each push of the barbell overhis head he grunted and groaned with the immense weight he benched. Soon thechorus of gym sounds stopped, and a heavy thud was heard, Raph was done andheading towards the kitchen for his shake.

You and Mikey watched the red brute saunter over to thekitchen and pull his tub of protein mix from the top of the fridge. He filledup his glass with water and dropped a few spoon fulls of the white powdery mixinto the glass. Before he could start mixing you made your move entering thekitchen.

“Hey Red.” You smiled sliding an arm around his impressivewaist turning him slightly from his glass.

“Hey there little sexy. What’s up?” he growled returning thegesture happily.

Unbeknownst to the red banded turtle Mikey snuck up behindyou both and emptied the contents of the small packet into the forgotten glassand disappeared as quickly as he came.

“I was wondering what that scarification tattoo on yourshoulder represents?” You asked nonchalantly trying to stall for time. Youturned him further to look at the scared Japanese symbol on his right shoulder.

Raphael chuckled and reached behind him to start to stir thedrink, the metal spoon clinking as it spun in the glass cylinder. “It means‘Beast’.” His chest vibrated with his words as he hip checked you in jest.

Your fingers hooked his harness and pulled him down to youlevel. “Thanks, I always wondered that. Was too scared to ask before.” Youchirped quickly pressing a sweet kiss to his green skinned cheek beforereleasing him.

You could see him blush and he laughed breathlessly, “Don’tbe scared, I ain’t gonna bite ya.”

“I know that now, you’re just so intimidating.” You gave hima pat on the bicep and trotted off back to the couch with Leo, unsure whereMikey was hiding. You knew though he was close, he had to see the prank tofruition.

Raphael laughed at your innocent kiss and without lookinggrabbed the glass bringing it up to his scarred lips and tilted it to receiveits contents. A weird slick suction sound filled the lair followed by a heavysplat.

“One, one thousand, two, one thousand.” You counted waitingfor the ear deafening bellow to come. You sunk a little in the couch to mufflethe sound.

“MIKEY!!!!!” it finally came and you and Leo turned aroundwatching a cylinder shaped jelly glide from the red turtles face and slip tothe floor splatting into several pieces when it made contact.

As if Raphael had a sixth sense his eyes found the youngestbrother immediately across the lair and hopped over the counter making abeeline for his screaming brother.

Leo gave you a confused look when the two brothers racedaround the lair, Raphael dead set on ringing Mikey’s idiotic neck.

“April Fools.” You giggled ducking as the two mutants hurtledover the couch in hot pursuit.

Donatello

Casey had come down to the lair with a carburetor in hishands for his motorcycle and made a beeline for Donnie’s lab. The large metaldoor rattled open, startling you and Donnie who were in the middle of a heatedmake out session. Hearing the hockey enthusiasts voice call out in the massivelab made Donnie growl when he released your lips.

“Does anyone know how to knock around here?” he hissedtowards the sound of the intruder. With a heavy sigh the tall terrapin removedhis large hands from inside your shirt and rested them on your hips which werestraddling him at the moment.

Displeased by the interruption you both glared at the man ashe neared Donnie desk. When Casey sawthe current position you were in a rush of blood swelled in his cheeks.

“Oh Jesus, I’m sorry Don.”

“What do you need Casey?” the genius sighed lifting youeffortlessly from his lap, setting your rump on the top of his desk as if youweighted nothing. God was he strong.

Stumbling over his words as his eyes moved over your disheveledappearance Casey handed the troublesome part into Donatello’s awaiting hands. “Thisis the carburetor for my motorcycle. I can’t seem to get it running, I washoping you could take a quick look at it for me. You know cause you’re the geniusand can always seem to get things going again.”

Donnie turned the large part over in his talented hands andwaved his fingers urging the man to leave. “Give me 20 minutes I’ll get itworking again.”

“Really Don? You’re the best! Thanks man!” Casey’s smile wascontagious and you laughed as the man quickly evacuated the genius’s lab inhopes it would get his part fixed faster.

Donnie set the part in his lap and returned his fingers toyour hips and slid you back to give himself a little space to work between yourlegs. Slowly and deliberately his fingers ran down your thighs dipping between thento tease the skin there. Your breath hitched as his fingers made a quick detourup to the apex of your legs and brushed his knuckles against the coveredwarmth.

“Keep that kitten purring, this shouldn’t take long.” He rumbleddeeply looking at your with hooded eyes and a half cocked smile.

Setting the part down his fingers began to tinker with thedelicate piece of machinery. Taking up the tubing in his fingers he flipped onthe light on his goggles giving the rubber a good look over. After a fewminutes Donnie made a click in the back of his throat and stood from the chairbringing the part over to his workbench and started to hook it up to a fewthings sitting there.

“Will you go grab the meathead?” Donnie asked sweetly as hefinished hooking up the part.

You obliged the turtle and hurried from the lab to retrieve Casey.You were little anxious, you knew that sound Donnie made. He was annoyed and nodoubt about to teach the man a lesson. You giggled at the thought and it wasthe perfect day to do it, being April 1st and all.

After getting Casey back in the lab you handed him over tothe purple banded turtle who quickly ushered him over to the workbench and hisailing part.

“Casey I want you to grab the hose the take a good look atthe end and tell me what you see when I turn it on.”

“Uh ok Donnie.” Casey smiled taking up the hose and doingwhat the turtle asked.

Donnie smiled and flipped the switch which sent the carburetorhumming to life. It chugged and struggled until it popped and black goo shotforth from the tube splattering all over Casey’s face.

“Ah man! Gross!” Casey howled dropping the tube and tried towipe off the offending substance from his face.

“You don’t winterize the bike in the winter do you meathead?”Donnie laughed throwing Casey a rag to clean his face with.

Casey stopped struggling and shook his head.

“It was clogged you buffoon. Clean your toys at the end ofthe season. Oh and April fools Cas!”

Gathering up his part Casey looked up at the tall terrapinwho toured over him, “Thanks Don.”

“No problem Casey, next time knock before you enter. You’relucky we weren’t doing anything more intimate when you barged in here.” Donnieturned back to you and wrapped his arms around your waist hoisting you up. Instinctivelyyour legs lifted and wrapped around his lean waist. “Now where were we?”

Raphael

You were currently sprawled out on the couch with thehothead, your body laying on his your head resting on his plastron. On the TVscreen was a wrestling match and by the quick muscle flexes of the red bandedturtle he was enjoying the match thoroughly. Your fingers traced the scrutes onthe plates of his chest, you were bored. Then you remembered what day it was,April 1st, it was the perfect day to play a little prank.

“Hey red?” you called lifting your face to look up at the distractedturtle beneath you.

“Yeah shortstack?” he responded keeping his green eyes gluedto the TV, his finger rubbing gently over your back raising a line of goose bumpsin its wake.

“Do you know what day it is?”

“Nope, should I?”

“It’s April 1st.”

The turtle’s face slowly turned towards you a wide evil grinforming on his scarred lips. “You don’t say?” He growled deeply vibrating yourchest with the bass of it. “I think a prank would be in order, and Leonardo wasa whiny bitch this morning at training so I think he’s going to be our target andwe’re going to need Master Splinters help.”

Turning off the TV you and the red brute made your way tothe Dojo to talk to their Sensei in private. After a quick discussion and a fewlaughs later, it was decided, Splinter would assist in the April fools joke.

“Please get your two others brothers involved in on thejoke, it will make it that much sweeter.” The old rat chuckled as he stood fromhis lotus position.

You made your way to Mikey who was out in the tunnels skateboardingand Raph entered into the genius’s lab to bring him in on the joke. Of coursethey were on board, pranking their oldest brother and Leader was a rare opportunityand they wouldn’t miss the look of disbelief on his face for nothing.

The suspense was killing you as the rest of the brothersmingled in the lair waiting for Leonardo’s return from the surface. You couldn’tcluster together; it would look suspicious so you all went to different partsof the lair and waited for his return.

Finally after an hour the blue banded leader returnedhopping over the turnstile with enthusiasm. “Anything happen while I was gone?”he asked removing his katanas from the back of his carapace setting them on hisbed to be cleaned later.

Raphael stretched out on the couch making sure not to disturbyour body on top of him, “Nothing note worthy, but Master Splinter said hewanted to meet with us all when you returned.”

Leo’s brow ridge lifted in confusion and looked towards theDojo in hopes to see his father sitting peacefully within. “Oh is that so? Whatabout?”

“No idea, but said to come in when you came back. Which youhave, so let’s get in there, sounded pretty important though.” Raphael continued,gently nudging you from his chest.

Mikey stood from his spot on the recliner and made his wayto the dojo and you rushed up behind him to jump on his carapace for a piggyback ride. Without complaint he allowed it gripping your thighs to keep youhigh on his shell.

Leo led his three brothers and yourself into the dojo whereyou all found the old rat meditating in the middle of the large padded room.

Upon hearing you all enter the rats eyes opened slowly andgreeted Leo and his team with a tight solemn smile. You and Raphael looked overto the eldest and saw him silently react to the cool greeting from theirfather. He was nervous already.

“You wanted to see us all Sensei?” Leo asked timidly.

“Yes my sons and Y/N, please kneel I have an important announcementto make that I have been meditating on quite a bit lately.”

Without a word you all lined up before the old Sensei andkneeled for the announcement. You all could sense the tension in Leonardo’sbody. He did not like the way his father was acting. Something big was going tohappen.

You nudged Raphael who kneeled next to you and he looked upto see Leo’s blue eyes drifting from his hands clutched in his lap to his stoicfather as he slowly got to his feet to address you all. You both stifled a giggle;Master Splinter was doing an amazing job. His acting was superb and you wouldneed to commend him on his composure when this was all over.

“After many hours of debate and meditation I can come to theconclusion I made a mistake years ago.”

Leo tensed and held his breath.

“Leonardo will no longer be the leader of this team. Raphaelmy son you have shown many times that your strength and dedication to thisfamily proves you should lead this team. This decision is effective immediatelyand will not be questioned.”

Trying not to stare you all watched Leo’s mouth fall open inhorrified shock. Disbelief and anger flashed in his blue eyes as his green fingersclenched tightly into his palms. He didn’t know what to say, Leonardo the greatwas speechless.

His eyes finally breaking away from his father’s they lockedin on the green orbs of his brute of a brother who was already staring at himwaging his eye ridges playfully. “You got problem with that fearless?”

“N-No, if that’s what Sensei wants then I will not questionhis word.” Leo began to rise and Sprinter’s hand came out abruptly to stop his movement.

“I have one final announcement my sons and this one it veryimportant.”

Leo looked confused and angry all at the same time but sat patientlyfor his father to finish.

The old rat’s eyes lit up and a toothy grin overcame hisfury face, “April fools!”

All four of you jumped to your feet and screamed with theold rat and started to laugh when Leo’s face went wide with shock and rolledback onto his carapace resting his arm over his face in frustration.

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