#i couldn't get the irises to work so now she doesn't have any

[sodalitea]

I - Miracles of the White Nights [Il Dottore x Reader/OC]

For Valentine’s Day I’m sharing the first chapter of my longer fanfiction about Il Dottore and my Genshin OC Marie Snezhevna (this story can be perceived as reader insert type of thing; the characters' names play a big role in the plot and I decided to pick them by myself). In this chapter I have not provided the most detailed background of the current circumstances between Zandik and Marie, but I plan to do so in the future. I don’t really know if I’ll update it in any regular schedule, but for sure I’m going to continue this story. Meanwhile, enjoy!

TW: Minimally suggestive! Mentions of Marie's guesses about Dottore's true intentions.  Summary: Small gestures make a big difference. Due to the long lasting effects of a serious argument with Il Dottore, Marie Shnezhevna gets degraded on the lower position in Haeresys despite being one of his most reliable workers in the lab. Three months later a ceasefire is established. Zandik finds surprising but efficient way to trick her into getting promoted again. Don't repost my artworks/writings please! I'll appreciate likes, comments and reblogs. I am the author of both text and signature illustarion. ♡ English is my second language, there may occur some grammar issues!

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I - Miracles of the White Nights

“The days in Snezhnaya seem identical. Wherever you go, you will find your hair and eyelashes frozen. It's so cold that you have to keep moving your body constantly in order to survive, even in the properly chosen clothing. Everywhere you look, you'll be surrounded by the snowy desert. If you stray too far from human settlements, your eyes will be obscured by one of the sudden snowstorms. Bunch of snowflakes will cut into your face like tiny, marvelously crafted blades. Somewhere on the horizon you may spot the outlines of deep, impenetrable, coniferous forests. You will find it difficult to stand straight due to the violent blows of the whistling wind trying to bury you alive in the frosty grave. It's worth mentioning that the typical Snezhnayan days are rather short in comparison to local nights that can last even for months. This land is harsh, but it still possesses unique, raw beauty. Those cold nights offer truly charming views in the form of multi-colored aurorae you couldn't experience anywhere else in equally rich form. The artistry of almighty Cryo Archon is undeniable, only the canvas she uses to paint her abstract compositions are painfully fake. Of course, these aren't the only charms of the Ice Nation. This country is huge and full of contrasts. What may seem surprising is this special time of the year when the sun takes control over the sky completely, so it doesn't set at all. The local population describes this phenomenon as the "Miracle of the White Nights''. Over the course of four hundred years, one could experience many of them, but they could not compare to the fragrant, inflaming nights in the Nation of Wisdom.”

Zandik, as he wasn't holed up in the deepest dungeons of Haeresys, stopped next to one of the windows in the southern part of his mansion and locked his gaze on the distance. The scarlet irises wandered somewhere along the glittering horizon, seemingly without any specific goal as the Harbinger enjoyed pervasive silence. Since he got rid of the segments, it had been happening more and more often. Sometimes he was just trying to shake off a strange feeling of lightness inside his skull. He was fed up with everything. Exhausted with the amount of delayed work. Instead of dealing with serious matters, he wasted too much time on trivial affairs such as correcting the mistakes of people less competent than himself. For centuries he wasn't relying on his employees that much and now he was just even more disappointed with them. After all, they were only humans with ordinary lifespans, without the satisfying amount of experience that would possibly match the level of Teyvat's most powerful mind. Zandik felt frustrated by the lack of quick alternatives to slow down the pace of his own work. He was alone with all of the projects he started when his other selves were still present. By the time he still handled most of the things on his own in different forms, but for now he couldn't even rely on himself truly. This would be a disgrace to him if he addressed this issue to Pierro or their Archon, since for hundreds of years he had been an exceptional professional, the master of planning and reacting quickly to every breakthrough revelation. He was always a few steps before everyone. At this stage, it was not possible for him to return to such a tedious work alone. It would be much less problematic if only deadlines never existed. Escape in thought was his way to break away from the unfavorable situation at least for a short moment. His thoughts traveled to the place where it never snowed. To the forests that sheltered a much richer variety of living organisms. The days were longer there, and the hot nights often made it impossible to fall asleep. The scents in Sumerian air could effortlessly mess with the restless minds of angry young men living for some greater purposes… For the Second Harbigner of Shneznaya, looking towards Sumeru was an involuntary, bitter flirtation with his own past. Currently he was in a place so incongruous to his homeland, but it was the only nation that guaranteed him complete freedom and support in turning his wildest daydreams into reality. It was the only place in Teyvat that allowed him to prove himself the way he was. He had everything he wanted to continue his journey and test the ideas that many would not even dare to think about… And yet, somewhere in his suppressed consciousness, he understood perfectly well that even here he was just a stranger meant to simply play his part. This time, as the man continued staring out the window, he heard the echo of someone's slow footsteps on the marble floor behind him. He recognized the sequence of these steps extraordinarily well… Those were inimitable. If only their owner walked barefoot, she would reach him in perfect silence. The corners of the Doctor's mouth turned up involuntarily.

“Marie Snezhevna,” he said without even turning towards the woman. Instead, he laced his fingers together behind his back. “Is this an emergency? At this hour I would rather expect to witness your presence in the laboratory or in your chamber.”

His voice echoed crystal clear between the walls of the corridor occupied by him and his underling. As usual, the scientist chose his words in a stiff, somewhat archaic way. Although it added seriousness and supposed politeness to his overall image, he himself seemed distant. Despite Zandik's cold demeanor, his interlocutor did not feel rejected. She was used to talking to him. Marie's interactions with Il Dottore resembled rituals based on some unwritten rules which the main participants managed to learn over the last few years. If there was an ordinary side witness there, the said unrefined observer could experience the eagerness to say that both Marie and Dottore enjoyed engaging in these subtle games.

“I will leave immediately if I interrupted something important,” the woman replied calmly, keeping her demeanor professional. Zandik remained silent for a moment, giving her no answer. This made the woman sigh heavily before she turned her back towards him to fulfill her promise. The quiet rustle of her clothes alerted the Harbinger, who slowly turned towards her and squinted his eyes hidden under the raven mask.

“Stop.”

It was an order. Naturally, the woman immediately stopped and turned her face towards him, allowing him to continue his speech. After all, she had to respect his will. He cleared his throat, seemingly offended by the whole situation.

“You wouldn't come here without a reason. Besides, I don't think it's respectful to be in a hurry when you're talking to your boss.” Indeed, he had known her for a long time and he knew what he could expect from her. He had to play it cool, precisely because — since he had fully understood his own position over the last few months – he didn't want to miss the opportunity to finally talk to Marie alone.

Since he delivered the two gnosis to Tsaritsa, he cut off almost all forms of communication with his former main assistant except her reports on the progress of her research under his command. Although the heretical scientist usually didn't care about time, now it felt like the whole eternity had passed. A really strange thing. Deep down in his heart he was a simple coward, or maybe his unwavering patience was reasonable and had finally paid off as the woman herself announced her readiness for a face-to-face confrontation? Marie shrugged her arms and shifted her body weight to one of her hips before shaking her head, sighing again with a faint smile on her lips. It was an extremely familiar gesture, as if everything before had never had the opportunity to set them apart.

“Of course, naturally…” she looked up at him, and then her facial features softened noticeably. “I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. I really didn't expect this. Certainly not after I caused additional problems in a very crucial situation. I made it all about myself. I think you deserve an apology for what I said, when I stated that you're…”

“Your apology is unnecessary.”

The Harbinger made a gentle gesture with his hand to silence her. He didn't want Marie to take old skeletons out of the closet. He also did not want to elaborate more about the choice of his that had a negative impact on his daily functioning. He wasn't even bothered by the earlier behavior of his former assistant anymore. Even though he still couldn't fully accept what she truly meant back then, he understood her perspective on an intellectual level. During that mission, he was caught off guard by Kusanali and he just did what was necessary to succeed. However, he could have done it all more skillfully to minimize the unpleasant side effects of the special operation. However, he did not take this into account at the time, so he was delaying an adequate response to Marie's complaints. No honest apology passed his lips in ages and he wasn't very likely to utter that magical word anytime soon.

“Follow me. It will be much more beneficial,” he gestured and clasped his hands behind his back again. Then, he started moving further into the southern nave of the mansion. He walked leisurely, visibly waiting for Marie to go after him. True to his expectations, she caught up with him very quickly. When Marie glanced at his face from closer distance, she spotted his poor state immediately. He looked extremely tired and couldn't hide it even under the mask. His skin was paler than usual and it had a sickly greenish undertone. Exhaustion would explain his growing isolation in a convincing way. His own pride was his downfall. As they walked through the corridors in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside, Marie noticed that they were approaching the sector of private chambers. His intentions could be... everything and anything.

Dottore's supposed intentions caused Marie's consternation, but in order to avoid hasty guesses, she decided to keep all comments to herself. The time on his side teached her that the worst things were usually caused by the incorrect assumptions about his agenda. Yet, when Zandik started unlocking the door to his dorm, the woman cleared her throat quietly and took a step back.

“I'll wait outside.”  

Slightly awkward smile appeared on her face. She received a reply in the form of a nod. It seemed that he didn't care about the goal that could stereotypically motivate any man to take a woman to his apartment. Overally, Zandik loved privacy, so Marie was going to respect that as well, leaving aside the obvious moral issues. The Doctor disappeared inside his apartment for around five minutes. When he came back, he handed her a small box wrapped in a papyrus. He had a gentle yet wry smile on his lips that only fools could trust. He warned the woman before she started asking him any questions.

“In Sumeru I managed to obtain some new chemical samples which I expect you to analyze, describe, and maybe even extract something completely new from them. I just require you to be extremely careful when handling them. I didn’t choose any intermediary, considering the high value of those resources… I'm strongly against unpacking them outside of the laboratory environment.”

“I see. I will do my best to keep them safe,” Marie took over the package with extreme caution. She seemed to turn pale when she heard a silent clink of glass under the packaging. She looked fearfully at the Harbringer, who rubbed the tip of his nose with his knuckles, covering the lower part of his face at the same time. It took a lot of effort for him not to burst into manic laughter. Fortunately, Dottore was an excellent actor.

“This is another urgent project that has been delayed unexpectedly, so get on with it immediately… If you can make it this evening, I might even consider promoting you again.”

The man sounded as categorical as promising. Yes, exactly, it was a great idea for Marie to return to her previous position. Of course, if only that's what she wanted. Zandik just intended to convince her to do so, being fully determined to achieve the desired effect. Among all of his employees, he memorized cooperation with Marie as the most pleasant. Moreover, he could keep an eye on her constantly to avoid particularly embarrassing accidents involving her... This woman's reliability required appropriate supervision to shine fully.

“Promoting me, you say… For how long?” Although the woman turned it into a joke, she slowly moved towards the opposite side of the corridor, remaining very careful around the package received from her boss. Since Marie was cut from the same cloth as Zandik, she also didn't want to admit that she simply missed the infamous heretic's company. “Apart from formalities, I just wonder what it is. Naturally, I will prepare the report as soon as possible!”

The Harbinger watched as the woman took up her task. It was amusing to witness her curiosity and willingness to gain knowledge. In this particular case, he had a feeling that it would herald a real breakthrough in their united research.

“I'm counting on your expertise, Professor,” he added in Fontanian as she left, before the storm of woman's black curls disappeared from his sight. He expected very quick results from this long-awaited experiment.

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When Marie entered her study room in the lab, she put the package on the table and rubbed her hands together with excitement. Sumeru was the region with the best samples of poisons. What could be inside the parcel? Small colorful frogs for the production of poison darts, medicines and antidotes, rhizomes, roots, leaves, mushrooms, insects… The tropical jungle hid countless treasures and the fact that Il Dottore himself managed the trouble of obtaining raw materials was exceptionally valuable. Marie didn't know anyone who was more familiar with the local flora and fauna. She herself might not have even paid attention to some things during her on field delegations, but now she had the opportunity to learn something new directly from the mastermind himself. On top of that, he offered her another promotion. Wonderful. Low importance tasks weren't as fulfilling as experiencing the true science. After conversation with Zandik she felt extraordinary happiness that she had not expected to return these days. The way he referred to her as Professor scratched the right part of her brain a bit too pleasantly. She was more willing to try to forgive him for scaring her to death when he destroyed his segments out of nowhere. At the same time, was this really necessary to wait so long before handing her the new project?

The woman tied her hair back and put on protective clothing, quietly humming the first random melody that popped into her head. Then, she walked over the table and began unrolling the package. As soon as she saw its contents, she felt the wave of heat on her cheeks. This wasn't what she expected… She slipped the protective mask off her face in bewilderment, and then, with wide eyes, she began to look at the containers. The bottles indeed contained chemicals, but at first glance none of the substances had something to do with the poisonous flora of Sumeru. Those weren't even standard vials from Zandik's laboratory, but some colorful glass flasks decorated according to the Sumerian manner of design and sealed with appropriate labels. Marie sank heavily onto her stool and began carefully turning the bottles over in her fingers. Maybe… Dottore made a mistake or someone miraculously robbed him, replaced the original cargo and even managed to escape with his life? Sounds a bit too silly, but it was all just women's cosmetics. Nothing really valuable to the scientist.

Rose water, kohl, aker fassi and several niche perfume oils. What's more, at the bottom of the package there was an original Sumerian halva decorated with dried fruits.

Marie tried to maintain her denial, but instead of relief, she felt a pang in her heart. At this point her face felt as if she was on fire. If Zandik planned to give it to her right after he returned and her sulks prevented him from doing so… She felt so bad about herself. Willingly or not, she blinked her eyes a few times, as for a moment her vision became blurry. He had no reason to be so generous. Maybe it was a suggestion that he noticed her getting old slowly, or maybe she should just look for some specific, new purposes for simple household chemicals? Maybe the halva was poisoned or packed with elixirs he hadn't tested before? After all, Dottore always devoured it himself and he was reluctant to share it with anyone. Or maybe Marie was just overthinking at the moment and what Dottore really expected from her was terrifyingly simple. Was it that he wanted her to try those substances on herself, like she always used to do in her job? Zandik wished to see the effects of her work in the evening, which meant there was no time for typical scientific inspection… Marie had just enough time to do her makeup. It was exciting, moving and scary in its own way. It wasn't usual to get any prosaic, non-scientific gift from Zandik.

However, if this was the only requirement to restore the old order in the laboratory, Marie was willing to do it for both of them and touch the precious part of Sumeru that he brought to Snezhnaya for her. Soon the woman's green eyes got embraced by a beautiful dark frame. Her cheeks and lips got touched with the color of a pomegranate with a golden glow. She placed the sweet scent of honey, sandalwood and rose behind her ear. She cut the halva into pieces. For now she was almost ready to face him again. It was one of those white nights, when endless days asserted their domination over the lenghty times of darkness again.

#genshin impact #dottore #il dottore #dottore fanart #traditional art #fatui #zandik #fanart #genshin art #fatui fanart #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #dottore genshin #dottore x you #fatui harbingers #genshin #dottore x y/n #dottore x female reader #dottore x oc #il dottore fanart #dottore fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanart #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #fluff #marie sneszhevna

[thedreamwalkerlads]

Have you asked a doctor or therapist about your dreams? This seems like it could have pretty important meanings that they could know of.

I'm also curious about how some of those symbols look, and the general surroundings in those dreams..

Hello Anonymous! Thank you for showing me how asks work :)

To answer your questions, I do virtual meetings with my therapist, and when I described my dreams she didn't think too much of it. She tried to pry out a couple of deeper meanings to some of them, but since it seemed so random she didn't really have a lot to say. That's kind of what I get for getting the cheapest therapist I could. I've considered seeing a doctor a couple of times, but it seems like a bit of a waste of time and money just for something like this. And what would they even say? I mean, there is some kind of medicine to stop dreams or something, right? But they probably wouldn't give it for something like this. I don't know, maybe if this doesn't get better I'll actually go to a doctor.

Everyone keeps telling me it doesn't matter, and they're just random symbols, but it feels a little too random to be random, you know? Especially the person I keep seeing... They've been the one constant. They're the thing I remember most, but there's some other things that stand out.

For starters, every time the dream seems to take place on an ocean. Not in one, on one. I'm just standing on the water, like the top is solid or something. Isn't that called surface tension? I don't know, I didn't pay attention in secondary science. But anyways, it takes place on an ocean, but then there seems to be all these puddles scattered around as well? Or maybe, patches of lighter water, since the ocean itself is almost pitch-black. There's hundreds of these lighter puddles, all laid out in some kind of grid. Strangely enough, though, me and the other person seem to break the pattern? I feel like I could be reading too much into that.

One of the things that repeats the most is eyes. A bunch of eyes, all different shapes, sizes, and colors, all scattered about and staring at me. Some of them don't even have irises, which is even creepier if you ask me. But I'd take a million iris-less eyes over the fucking spiders. Now, they're kind of scribbled, cartoony spiders, so it's not terrible, but they still have eight eyes, eight legs, and are spiderlike enough to cause a bad time over all. They don't come near me, thank god, but they still skitter around the water and and make just enough noise so I always know they're there and-- I just gave myself the shivers, I'm going to stop talking about the spiders.

There's lots of shadows, as well. Like, people shadows? I can't recognize any of them, but they have little traits that feel so familiar to me. Don't ask me how, I couldn't tell you. It's not like I get to see them for very long. All they do is stare at me for a couple of seconds, then turn and walk away until they melt into the blackness. And it's weird, because even though I have no attachment towards any of them, I feel incredibly sad when they leave, almost like crying. That probably sounded really pathetic, but whatever.

The energy drinks have been working, though, I'm sleeping every other night now. I'm trying not to drink them during the day so I don't get used to them as fast, so hopefully I might be able to reach a point where I can sleep every couple nights.

#irish lads au #rtgame

[jeshka-a]

I’m not sure if I prefer it with or without blending so here’s both

#shhh #i couldn't get the irises to work so now she doesn't have any #art #drawing #digital art #digital drawing #firealpaca #creepy #october #spooky #halloween

[roll-da-credits]

SC: Pro Heroes' S/o's Pet Not Liking Them

Characters: Keigo Takami (Hawks), Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko), Taishiro Toyamitsu (Fatgum)

A/n: this fic is brought to you by my rabbit who has unrivaled hate for any man except my dad. He would literally cuddle with my dad but the moment my friend comes who let me tell you ADORES my bunny, he would COMPLETELY ignore him and sometimes even bite him, not like nibbling like bunnies do when they're happy. No, full-on bites like incredibly hard, anyways hope you guys enjoy it. (Also, this was longer than I planned)

🖤❤️🖤

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

You would think Hawks would have a good relationship with birds right? Wrong.

Hawks in the eyes of birds was a bird of prey, which only means one thing, he's dangerous. This unspoken rule amongst birds who are usually weaker doesn't exclude your own pigeon.

It all started when Rumi (Mirko) decided that the group's movie night would be at your house for the first time ever. Obviously, you were rather excited, of all the times you had these movie nights they were never in your home. Another exciting reason was you couldn't wait to introduce Keigo, your lovey lover, to your budgie.

"Hey, birdie." Once you opened the door to your apartment Hawks was leaning there in front of you with a small bouquet of flowers, wearing some casual clothing. Giving a quick to your forehead, you led Hawks into your humble abode.

Your budgie, as always, flew towards you to greet the guest, like he would usually. But instead of landing on your shoulder, he instead flew around Keigo and dove to bite his ears and the exposed skin everywhere.

"So this is the friendly bird you've been telling me about???" Keigo slightly confused and panicked tried to lightly shoo away the flying menace.

You at this point didn't know whether to panic or to laugh at the situation. Your budgie was incredibly kind to everyone, even strangers you just met, and yet here he was, squawking at Keigo trying to bite him.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm your bird down, letting him rest on the crook of your neck and reassure Keigo that he was usually really kind to guests, which Keigo doesn't believe at this point. It wasn't until Rumi came knocking that you stood up to greet her.

Keigo, watched from a distance, excited to see Rumi get attacked by your menace of a bird. "What?!" He exclaimed pointing a judgemental finger at your bird who was now on Rumi's shoulder nuzzling her cheek.

"Scared of a birdie smaller than you Keigo?" Rumi's laughter mocked Keigo, and you couldn't help but let out a few giggles yourself.

"Awww love don't be like that!" You walked over to Keigo and enveloped him in a reassuring hug, still slightly giggling, "I swear I don't know why he doesn't like you."

When the movie started, you and Keigo were cuddling as usual with Rumi slightly third-wheeling, not that she really cared. Weirdly enough you felt a weird tension around you, when you looked over at Keigo, you saw he was staring at your budgie who was on Rumi's shoulder.

Both looking at each other with so much menace it made you burst into laughter. "Is there some kind of bird rivalry?????" Rumi now realizing what was happening laughed extremely loud. "Are you jealous of Y/n's BIRD???"

She teased Keigo, who in retaliation threw a pillow at her. He groaned and pulled you closer. "Whatever, but we're never having movie nights in your house again." You laughed a little before snuggling more into him, "Sure you big baby."

Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko)

"I'm telling you, that little piece of long-looking mouse stole my stuff!" Rumi yelled at you pointing an accusing finger at your ferret who was simply staring up at you her head slightly tilted as if confused about the whole ordeal.

This all started when Rumi decided to come to your apartment straight after patrol, something she's never done. She looked exhausted and in need of some comfort, so you let her in and gave her some clothes to change after showering,

When she walked in, she noticed your ferret staring at her. A weird sense of foreboding crept up onto her. She always had a slight suspicion that the creature didn't like her very much. Whether it was because she was taking up most of your play times with it, or something else, she couldn't care any less.

It was in the ferret's eyes, how they stared at her with intent and a glint of mischievousness. Though when she brought it up with you, you'd brush it off since ferrets are incredibly mischievous and smart.

But the icing on the cake was when she placed her clothes on top of a dresser, including her gloves, to take a shower. Only to come back with both of her gloves missing from the pile. The ferret looking up at her, as if challenging her.

"Rumi, love, why would she even know to hide BOTH gloves. She'd probably steal only one!!" Rumi's mouth fell agape at your statement. You were defending the THIEF???

"You said so yourself didn't you?!! Ferrets are SMART, SHE MUST'VE KNOWN." At this point it was borderline hilarious, so between your next words, you laughed and giggled.

"You probably just misplaced it, come on I'll help you search it. I'm sure we'll find it soon."

No

You both did not find it soon, it had actually been 30 minutes of nonstop searching. Searching your entire apartment close to twice already, you and Rumi both flopped on the couch, exhausted.

"Ok, maybe I should check her toys." Her being your ferret, you finally caved in and searched around her toys.

Low and behold.

"I TOLD YOU!!!" You found both Rumi's gloves tucked away in the long rubbery-plastic tunnel you made for your ferret.

Rumi crashed on the floor in a fit of laughter, with you holding the dirty gloves looking at your ferret rather disappointed at her. Your ferret looked up with its adorable eyes as if it had done nothing wrong.

"Your ferret's a demon I'm telling you!" Rumi wiped a tear from laughing too much.

"I'm sorry for not believing you." You said followed by an exasperated sigh. Rumi walked over to you and enveloped you in a bone-crushing hug, "It's fine, this was actually more fun than just watching random movies like we planned."

Taishiro Toyamitsu

Taishiro loves animals and animals love him. Both skinny and fat form, he's just a lovable person for every single living being. Animals, humans, plants, all of them thrive when being cared for by him. Including you, but excluding your cat.

Taishiro knew the moment you said you had a cat that he would have to work a little bit harder to get her to like him. What he didn't expect was for your cat to completely ignore him no matter what he did.

"Trying to woo her again?" You smirked a little bit when you saw him in his skinny form holding a small bag of catnip smiling rather sheepishly.

"No cat can resist catnip." He paused shortly, "Right?"

You giggled at his adorable antics, reaching up to slightly ruffle his soft hair. Inviting him you watched from afar as Taishiro approached your cat who was sunbathing near a window and, as usual, ignoring him.

He slowly approached her, his big hands slowly opening the bag. When he did, her head immediately darted at him, you stood up straighter at this. Really curious at the first time your cat acknowledged his existence.

Taishiro couldn't feel more excited at the moment and slowly got closer to her, shaking the bag slightly. Your cat's irises expanded, showing that she might be rather happy.

But just as Taishiro was about to pet her, she stretched from her position and walked calmly away from him. Ignoring him once again.

You stifled a laugh at his dejected form, shoulders slumping down and a dark aura surrounding him.

You draped your body over his back, a small attempt in hugging him, "Hey you'll get more chances, I'm sure she'll warm up to you eventually."

Taishiro looked up at you with watery eyes and a small pout, making your heart melt at the sight. "How about this? You'll get even more chances if you live with me."

Your eyebrows wiggled at him, and his slumped figure immediately brightened up. Crushing you in a tight bear hug and shaking you around. "I'll make sure your cat loves me."

#hawks x reader #hawks fluff #keigo x reader #hawks x you #mirko x you #mirko x reader #fatgum x reader #fatgum x you #my hero academia #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #rumi usagiyama #taishiro toyomitsu #taishiro x reader #rumi x reader #mirko fluff #hawks scenario #hawks headcanons

[muffindaddystyles]

Tell me you love me, before I go.

A/N: A very short smutty writing I had in my swirling whole night, which unapologetically I ended up writing in the wee hours of dark.

Summary: Harry and Y/N are rivals -- very passive aggressive enemies. When on a mission Y/N breaks into his room he had no choice but to punish her.

AU: Rivals to lovers, dark sci-fi, angry rough sex, spanking and spitting, reassurance kink and unrequited love.

A war between two groups. Left one with nothing but a tech base and other with almost everything. So the Arsonists raid the Phantoms' buildings to steal food items and necessary fuels for their people since they're mostly unarmed due to lack of weapons they try to use their brain as much as possible. 

Y/N works in one of the tech bases of Arsonists and right now she's standing with her five more mates trying to figure out how to break through these large gates of the villain's building, one of his most strong headquarters. 

They've to collect some data before another truck of fuel arrives for Phantoms next Wednesday so they could have access to it without doing much effort. 

Once sneaking in successfully because the two guards were too muddled in gossiping their arsess about their maiden. The building's nothing too extravagant, sleek and able to live, dimmed to an unpleasant light indicating everyone inside it is sleeping. 

She barges into the villain's room easily and almost had all the information in her hands from his drawers when the door to the room banged close, startling her at spot and the frames of her glasses fell on the carpeted floor. 

"Shit." 

"D'ya think cursing would take ye' out of here? if so you're down bad" Her heart sinks in when his cold insensate voice booms within the walls — a heavy boot comes crushing her glasses, again and again mercilessly. 

Her blood boils. Because, what the fuck. Doesn't he have any manners? 

"Do you think I need my glasses to punch the shit out of you, you prick!!" She pounced at him, almost breaking his nose into a splitted eiffel tower but he dodged it, twisting her wrists at her back and snatching the files from her sneering menacingly —- letting her painful grunts fly over his head without any remorse. 

"Well, well." She yelps when he tightens his grip angrily, "Look what cat dragged in come little mousey we're going to have some fun." She didn't know until now that someone could be this strong as he puts her in a chair like a rag doll binding her with no escape out. 

She tries to squirm and wriggle her butt out but he just tuts standing tall and evil in front of her, she rakes her gaze slowly up to his tanned biceps and clavicles popping from underneath his flimsy shirt, matted curls grazing his shoulders. 

"Oh no, trust me sweetheart, you're going to want to stay strapped in here. We're going to find out how many times an Arsonist can break –- and for the fact my people will kill you on the spot if you step out of my room." Shiver runs down her body from fear and he chuckles, flopping onto the edge of his bed, man spreading, leaning onto the heels of his palms behind him. 

"You're pathetic!" She spits out. Full of venom. 

"Pfft, a thief telling me that 'm pathetic." He shakes his head and she's despising his audacity as if he rules the world. She could kick him square in his sexy face but the thing's she's bound to this damn uncomfy chair. 

"Atleast, I don't go on killing people." She grumps and it's like she pushed a button when his irises turn pitch dark. Her eyes widen in astonishment, reeking with fear when he leaves his spot in a thunder striding towards her furiously and drags the chair closer to him, almost lifting it inches above floor. 

The next thing she knows that a gun is resting against her temple ready to be fired, "Ye' really that desperate fo' me to prove it to you, huh?" He growls, hooded gaze following the gun that's sliding down her cheek and the way her breath wavers —- lips trembles, nose twitches he knows he's fucked. 

"Will it hurt?" If she's going to die it better be an easy way. 

His eyes soften at that. Taking in the rosy features of her, the plushiness and squishiness of her skin that his fingers feels like dipping into cream. The women of Phantom aren't like this; they're built differently to fight and kill who wrongs them -- they're almost heartless at this point. 

"Dunno, You'll get to know after taking one." He shrugs like it's not a biggie tipping her chin with the gun's pointer and her eyelids slip shuts. She couldn't cry. Even her dead body wouldn't forgive her if she would cry infront of her worst enemy for the last time. 

"I hate you, Harry. I'd never ever forgive you for kidnapping my cat when we were small." There she said it. If she's gonna die soon she better let it off her chest. Before it could hit him right in the wound he builds a shield fast arguing back with a stoic chuckle. 

"Guilt tripping wouldn't help, darling." He tuts patting her cheek with the gun's barrel —- funny case it's empty of bullets. He just shooted all of them whilst doing target practice. 

"Fuck you." She yells. 

"It'd take much more action than just undressing me naked with your bare eyes." He squeaks dramatically. Stepping away and pouts when she huffs trying to kick her feet in his direction. 

"Not my fault that you're a perv." 

He pouts feigning fake disappointment putting a hand on his chest, "You're such a grudge holder." 

"Think about 10 ways to fuck me until then 'm heading to make amends for you -- see what they offer in return of their precious nerd." He smirks, it's sad such a gorgeous face could be such evil she thinks. 

// 

When he comes back she's fallen asleep from getting tired and exhausted being trapped in the same spot for hours, "Sorry, peaches but they don't want you back –- even told me to kill you if that what it ta —- oooh" He halts in his tracks closing the door behind him quietly not to wake her up and pads softly towards her, putting her dangling head back gently in a comfortable position and tucks a strand of her hair that's tickling her nose behind her ear. 

You're not supposed to act that way with your enemy, you FUCKER. 

His brain screams but his heart says otherwise. 

She has changed. She never cries anymore. Everytime they kidnapped her or she ended up being caught from his henchmen —- she'd always need company to make her feel less frightened from the hollowness of their buildings, would cry when they'd lock her up in dark rooms. 

It's awfully hurtful how once bestfriends turns into rivals just because of a conflict that ruined their and their families lives. 

She has been doing all of this for people who doesn't even care about her. They're using her and many others like her to build a nuclear power plant so they could become intimidating. 

He retires to sleep. Debating in his sleep whether he should just free her and tell her to sleep in one of the rooms of the buildings but soon the possibilities died when he was high in his slumber. 

// 

He groans, knuckling the sleepiness away from his eyes. He woke up from loud the thumping and found Y/N trying to break the door knob, he winces covering his ears when she screams watching him lunge towards her in rush. 

His chocolate curls bouncing atop his head. His emerald eyes speaking with morning's gold and lips ripe like cherry. His brows kinked in annoyance and expression pinched in rage. 

"You're confident." He rasps out in his morning husk and slams his hands on either side of her head trapping, cornering her between him and the wall.

"Did you really think it was going to be this easy." He nothing but purres, pushing her against the door. She gasps abruptly aware of their height differences moreso the radiation of power he daunts that she ignored her whole life. 

"Hmm." He hummed. Eyes black with intimidation burning her under the intensity of it, he keeps his focus on her, smirking. "It suits you. This trying to fight me, desperation is a beautiful look on you." 

"Fuck you." 

"I mean if, ask nicely." His smile is sweetly honey and lethal if you ask me. 

She glares at him with blazing daggers, "This isn't the way you make people love you." Her chest heaving with his heat close to her and his scent enveloping her. 

"Love?" He laughs fondly even, crinkled forming by his eyes and he breathes out when she hovers her dry lips over his's, "Sweet thing this isn't about love — if ye ask me far from that." He's lying. He's full of bullshit. 

"And yet you don't touch me or hurt me." She squints her eyes up at him wrecking her brain how to slip away from his hold, "If you beg so." He simpers awfully lewd for her. Sure as rock for what he said with his whole chest. 

"Come get me then!" She trips him aside and rushes for the door when he pushes her into it tightening his hand around her throat, it's aching him to tell her the truth but he wants to let her know her worth. He rests his forehead against her's muttering a rumble deep within his chest, "They don't want you Y/N." Her windpipes squeezes painfully. The statement punching her lungs. Tears springing in her eyes. 

"You're lying!!" She looks up at him shattered and desperate. 

He caresses his knuckles against her tear stained cheek, "Shh, shh baby I'll always want you even if they don't — " He jerks back when she blows hit at his brawny chest yelling at him. 

"It's because of you!! You, you, you." He sighs. Grabbing her wrists and pining them above her head, "Shut up, please." His chillness irks her more and she nips at him feastly. 

"Make me." So he does. When her eyes drift up at his determined ones it takes her breath away and she knew it was over for her. 

His lips catches her's in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. Nothing gentle mind mushing about it rather pricking needles into her skin with the severeness of it. She feels the door rattling against her back when he shifts, pushing her against it with his hips, every thought of her exploding into white noise of want and lust. The dark curl of desire twisting in her stomach and pearling sweat on her neck. With the last thread of restraint in herself she tries to pull away. 

"No." He says bringing her lips back to his's. Cupping her cheeks to deepen the kiss and it's ardent as before not loosing it's spark, she slips her hands under his shirt — pulling him closer and the low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise of want sets her skin on fire. 

"Fuck me."  She mewls. Trying to latch on his body like a kitten with it's dainty paws. 

He glides his clammy palms down her bum and grabs her thighs wrapping them around his waist. Not breaking the kiss but tasting ever dulcet corners of her mouth and creating heavenly noises. 

The next thing they know she's crawling back with the help of her bum to settle in the nest of pillows and he's fumbling with his belt buckle quite aggressively, she tugs the hem of his shirt down not satiated enough from having his lips on her and meanders her fingers in his hair to pull at them roughly in order to flush her chest up against his's.

"Never thought your sheets would have smelled other than sex." Because, genuinely. They smell that of fresh mint and roses. 

"So, you think of me doing dirty on this bed you're laying at the moment?" He asks mock and degradation evident in his tone, "D'ya get wet dreamin' 'bout me railin' ye' to death?" He grazes his teeth along her jaw and sucks at her earlobe counting in her silence. 

"Shut up." She gasps, probably from the abrupt press of his bulge against the inside of her thigh. 

"Make me then." He growls. Fisting the hem of her hoodie and pulls it over her head throwing it among his skinny jeans. Her head falls back and lips tremble from the effect of slap he landed at her outer thigh —-- she knows she can't shut him.

Though he knows that her single command and he'd be at his knees for her. 

When she clings to him for dear life and whimpers in his ear softly, his eyes widen in realization and he leans away to watch her expressions diffuse into manifold emotions. His nose scrunches up and he holds back his cooes for her. 

She's a subby. A cute one. 

Her eyes blink open to the sight of him out of his boxers and it waters her mouth —- her mind manipulating her to lunge forward and take his heavy member in her palm to give a good suck to his shiny crimson head. 

Down her throat. Nestle her nose against the trim patch of hair under his balls. 

"Like what y'see, doll?" He highers his chin quite smug about her staring and she hates him for that, "Pretty cocky for someone who likes staring at his enemy's tits." Her voice groggy. She wheezes a squeak through her nose when Harry pulls his shirt over his head revealing toned pecs and abs -- skin sewn with tats. 

Unfortunately, she doesn't get to stare at it for longer when that shirt comes wrapping around her eyes blocking her sight. 

He can never let her have nice things would he?

"Wanted to gag your mouth with it … but I'd rather love hearing you moan fo' daddy." He nips at her collarbones -- sucking it harshly to leave a prominent mark. His calloused hand rubs over her tummy smiling against her skin when she jolts and lets a little squeal slip. 

His cock drips precome at her tummy and her breath shudders into heavy pants when the tip of his cock dipped in her belly button nudging it. 

"Ha —- " He glides his sticky head down her happy trail and slips his large palm into her panties cupping her with his middle finger teasing her entrance, "Couldn't hear you!" He ducks down to put his ear near her lips and drums the pads of his digits against her cheek. 

She huffs and squirms for a second then moans breathily when he spanks the side of her hip leaving a sting, "Oh my god, daddy." His grin victorious and he lowers down to smudge his lips against her parted ones -- kissing her tongue and humming around it. 

She's somewhere it's hard to configure out, in between paradise and wonderland. 

"Tell me princess, what d'I do with you in your filthy dreams?" He grabs her jaw patching gentle pecks against her lips and he slops his finger into her throbbing pussy, "Fuckin' drippin' down ye' bum fo' me." She cries out trying to hook her thigh around him but he hisses slapping her cunt hardly -- turning her into a thrashing mess. She's trying hard to suppress the bitter-sweet sensation of her own body getting out of control and her glistening pussy lips flutter erratically creating sloppy noises. 

She squirts drenching the sheets underneath them and her panties. 

He slides his arm under her arching back pushing her up against his chest with a jerk, "Daddy's askin' you somethin'." He grits, propping his knee in between her thighs to rub it against her soaking centre. 

She gulps, licking her dry lips, "You–your rings … ah!" Her whimpers are muffled against his chest and he twists his thumb in tight circles to smear her wetness from her slit to clitoris, "What 'bout them, doll?" 

How does she tell him she liked what he did earlier. 

"Daddy, please … " She whines blindly searching for his face but he grips her wrists in his one hand and groans, "How's daddy gonna make you feel good when you don't tell him, pet?" He takes a kitten lick of her perky nipple. Teasing her areola with the tip of his cold tongue against her warm sweaty body —- he laps at it hungrily then creates a suckling noises, the noises, his slobbery tongue on her body, his fingers curled inside her pussy and the thick humidity is too overwhelming, she feels like fainting. 

She wants him, inside her needy pussy. 

She can't take the teasing anymore. 

"Spanking! I – I liked it when you did it, please." He kisses her nipple for the last time before smashing his mouth against her's in a fervent sinfulness and parts away with a smooching noise to sit back on his heels, "It wasn't that hard was it? Just a word and I could give you my whole world." The sincerity in his voice makes her want to hug him and kiss him for lifetime but for now he has other plans as he rips her panties away moaning obscenely gruff at the sight of her pussy weeping for him to pound his cock inside her, so ready and full of dripping honeyed wetness  for him. 

"Your safe word is clouds." He whispers in her ear. He knows her limits and her resistance but by any chance he'd cross it he'd never forgive himself, "What's it?" He asks and she says in wavering, "Clouds." 

"Atta girl." He pets her cheek. 

Her nail scratches the side of his hands that are pinning her down when he spits on her already damp cunt, a loud noise resonates along with her needy cries when his free hand adorned in jewels came spanking her pussy and her pelvis remains lifted in air bathing in the sting of metal and the throb rattling in her whole core. 

"This's what you wanted?" He kisses his teeth slapping her slick clit again and again, "To be roughed up by daddy, hmm." She bobs her head squirming and wriggling. Her words struck in her throat. 

"To be manhandled." He hums a growlish moan tasting his own fingers coated in her juices, "I'll show you what being manhandled really feels like." He promises her. She gasps a sweet yelp when he flips her over and throws her bum up.

His cock rubbing against her thigh and her heartbeat fastens, anticipating something, crimping the sheets in her fists and mewls into the mattress when he spanks her ass loving the way it jiggles stroking it afterwards to subside the burn down before landing another brutal one. 

She bolts her eyes shut throwing back her hips at him and he lays all the way over her back pushing her down on the bed, her cum trickling down the inside of her thigh, "Want daddy's cock?" He asks. Slicking the head of his prick up and down her asshole and slit. 

When she nods vigorously he bumps it in furious circles against her swollen bundle of nerves, "Then beg fo' it," He says intimidatingly and she doesn't waste a second before blabbering shamelessly. 

"Daddy … please I want your massive cock inside me, all of it." In her entire lifetime -- she never once uttered these kind of words. 

His heart mushes into a puddle seeing her a babbling mess and grabby hands for him, he kisses her gently speaking to her with foremost affectionate, "shh, shh moppet. You could have it anytime you want it, daddy's g'na fill you to rim with his cum and make you keep it there for hours with his prick still snug inside your little pussy, just made for him, c'mere...yeah just like that." He lays her back gently that her front is facing him now and wraps his hand around her calve raising it and pushing it against her chest firmly.

A series of pornographic moans and whimpers echoes in his bedroom when he seathes inside her slowly stretching her out in by inch leaving a burn behind her pulsating walls, their breath laboured breaths mingling, "Fuck you're so warm baby —-- hugging daddy's cock so good." He whines looking down where they're connected and knotted. His stomach twists and turns, his hips stiffens and he resists from pushing inside her when she's not ready but her milking him with her wetness isn't doing him any mercy too. 

She gropes his ass, nudging him to move and their teeths clanks, temples falls against eachother and lips whisper prayers of their unrequited love when he pulls all the way back to pound back inside her roughly. 

"You're daddy's good girl, making him feel so good. I want to keep you to myself. all of you and cherish you, make love to you, w'na mark you however I want." He groans eyes rolling back under his closed lids grinding his hips against her's in rhythmic pleasuring motions to give her clit stimulations and she cries out feeling another bursting orgasm bubbling in her tummy. 

"'M gonna cum, daddy!" She tugs at his roots and he drives more maniacly inside her, "Squirt around daddy's cock pet, so your pussy could swallow it deeper inside you." The headboard of bed hits against the wall vigorously and she digs her heels deeper into the dimples at his back moaning at the top of her lungs when she gushes all over his dick making more squelching, soapy, dirty noises of him raming inside her. 

She desires for more. 

She has become one little insatiable thing. 

His balls smacks against her bum and his thursts turn faster to chase his high, "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He curses nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck and keeps his hand around his throat with the slight pressure of claimation. 

"Come fo' me again." He spanks her ass and she clamps shut down at him pushing him to the edge of ecstasy, "Squeezing me so tight -- gimme more, I know you can princess." Her legs tremble around his waist when she crampies around him and his cock's head strokes against her sweet spot doing wonders to just topple her off real quick. 

"Daddy!" She feels floaty and foggy head coming on his cock for the many times she has forgotten. Her mind blocking out even the weak shuddering whimpers and beaten moans of Harry as he reaches his orgasm unloading inside her -- his cum sticking thickly to her walls and some of it oozing outside of her pussy hole but he pumps it back with lazy strokes. 

He lifts his smushed face from the dip of her neck, his own curls sweaty against the nape of his neck and he smoothes his palms down her sides to calm her, his lips brushing featherly against the corner of her mouth as she keeps on blabbering something. 

When he tries to pull out gently she cries out pawing at his shoulders, "Daddy no!" He caresses her sweaty hair back and gets rid of her blindfold, pecking her nose sweetly. 

He wants to take care of her. He yearned to have her like this for years. He has to bring her back from her sub-space before it's too late. 

"It's no daddy anymore, petal. I'll crush you in this position — " Carefully he tries to retreat but stop when she says in a very dejected feeble voice, bottom lip wobbling and tears springing at the corners of her eyes, "You don't want me too?" OH NO. This's what Harry was afraid about. A breakdown. He saw the storm coming but didn't know it could be this worst right when she's in her sub-space. 

His face pales at that. His state in frenzy and panic. 

"No bubba. I want you my precious girl -- s'just you're gonna get tired like this, hmm. 'N I have so much to show you and make you meet new people -- couldn't have me baby walkin' on her wobbly legs for whole day could I?" He cups her cheeks tenderly and smiles down at her warmly smothering her in devoted kisses. 

"Promise, daddy?" She sniffles staring up at him with doe innocent eyes and he shakes his head, "Harry sweet angel, come back to me moppet." He keeps his gaze locked with her's, gliding his thumb delicately against her cheeks and seals his promise with a kiss. 

"Promise." 

She lets him pull out and he shushes her wrecked whimpers with his lips. Falling to side with a large puff of breather and embraces her with his arm slinged around her shoulders protectively and she hides her face in his chest, mumbling incoherent things and he tries to stay with her emotionally and physically much as possible -- assuring her and soothing her with his sweet nothings. 

"Harry." She whispers softly and his ears perks up at that looking down at her with most loving eyes, "Hi baby." He giggles quietly kissing the tip of her nose and she sniffs cuddling into him. 

"Sorry —- " He shakes his head pinching her chin to make her look up. 

"You don't have to darling -- s'okay, everything's alright." After, making sure she's okay and giving her million re-assurances because he loves to he cleaned her with a damp wash rag. 

"Such a pretty babe." He makes her blush treating her as if she's a china glass doll who'd break at his slightest poke and showers her in praises and kisses because dunno who got her self-esteem and confidence like that but that person sure needs to get punched in their face. 

"Did I hurt you?" He asks tenderly applying a thin layer of cream on her red imprints. She shakes her intervining her fingers into his's one by one and kisses his knuckle, "No." 

"Good." He chuckles as if he was holding his breath. 

"How bout you take a lil nap and I see if I could bring us some brekkie, hmm?" He's gonna break his own rule. Taking food from mess area to your rooms and taking long showers was never allowed, having lights on after 12 because of the risk of attacks. 

"'M not hungry, please stay." Her eyes half open and her face buried into his scented pillow, "Dunno. But to me you look like y'could faint any time soon." He says sternly pulling a snugly clean duvet over her body. 

"Okie but come back quick." 

"Don't worry. In a snap I'll be infront of you." 

//

It's her fourth day here. She came out of his room to socialize just a day before and she realized from the nasty glowers thrown her way that not a single person likes her. 

But it felt like spending a lifespan with Harry. To fill the emptiness of all those moments of their childhood together they lost once after the war. 

She got to know he's the best cuddler and likes to be a small spoon, she loves to jetpack him. He seems rather scary and is scary when he's commanding people off -- they wouldn't dare but to speak a word over him but he's this big softie Y/N likes to squish in their privacy. 

He got her glasses fixed and put them over her nose with a mishevious kiss, she was unable to not to grin when he murmered against her lips, "Now you could punch me with your glasses on." 

"Seems like I don't have to do that anymore." She shrugged squealing afterwards when he threw her over his shoulder tickling her till all she coul see was him and stars. 

It was all going on track until now when she was passing through the lobby to go to Harry who's practicing out in field, "What are you doing here Alex?" She asks angrily grabbing his arm and he tells her feeling relieved she's okay, "I'm here to take you back." 

"But they don't want me back." She grits, he catches her wrist pleading her sadly, "We want you back -- Nia waits for you daily." Nia is his five years daughter. 

"I know that … but — " How she's gonna tell him she's in love with one person they despise with their whole hearts. 

"But what — "

"Alex!!" He was in the midst when she sees a bullet approaching his way from the side of his shoulder and screeches loudly pushing him aside, the bullet makes it's home in her chest. 

It was fired from Harry's gun with his own hands that were loving on her an hour ago. Life drains out of his body and he feels sickness approaching to split his throat, knees turning weak as he stares his shaking hand in horror. 

Before, he could do anything another bullet hits Y/N in shoulder knocking her to floor and this time it was one of his people, the shot was fired on instinct. 

"Put your gun down!!" He shouts at him shoving him away with a single forceful push and strides towards where the love of his life's laying in a pool of blood. 

He pulls his hair maniacly, falling to his knees and pulls her up in his lap cradling her head gently to press his lips against her forehead, "No,no,no,no baby." He sobs wiping his tears away harshly to see her properly. 

"Ouch. It actually hurts." She gives him a frail smile raising her shaky hand to cup his cheek. 

Will it hurt? 

You'll get to know after taking one. 

He wishes he could takes his words back. 

"You'll be fine, you're okay, 'm so so sorry moppet. Didn't-- didn't know y'were standing behind him, bu –-- but s'...s'okay yeah —-- call the doctor!! Why nobody has called him yet!!!" His scream thunders aggressively as everyone watches  their commander this defenceless and vulnerable infront of them for the first time in shock. 

"It's not your fault, okay?" She manages to speak groaning and eyes rolling back from pain residing in her bones torturesly, he cries out like a wounded puppy patting her cheek to keep her awake, "Please stay with me baby, please." Her chest tightens. His chest tightens from the fear of loosing her and he stands up carrying her bridal style tumbling his way on wobbly legs towards the medical ward in the building. 

His tears shiny droplets on her skin and she nuzzles into his fragrance for the last time. 

"There was no happy ending to this," She murmurs. Any, sign of life fading from inside her and replacing her eyes with stoness.

He brings her closer to himself, "hey, hey now none of that -- you're not leaving. 'M not letting you leave." He kicks open the door and lays her limp body on the stretcher. Snapping his head outrageously in every direction to find any doctor but none and drags his palms down his teary face.

He couldn't stop crying.

He's loosing the sunlight of his bleak life he must protect her at all costs.

But, life's prize is something that would have him selling all of what he had worked for and still he'd be unable to even bring her back from cold dark earth.

"Shit. Shit ---– I'll patch you up myself. I know how to take a bullet out — " He creates a ruckus around to collect stuff, "Harry! Harry! listen to me." but her hollow anguish calls for him breaks him at last. 

"How about you spend these last few minutes with me because 'm really 'bout to die commander." She tries to keep her anxious voice cheery but fails drastically coughing blood, "Don't say that baby -- I just got you, don't leave me, don't make me hate myself again." Sad tears trickles down her cheeks and he feels like fainting imagining the pain, agony and fear she's suffering from. 

She's hating to leave him.

"Maybe in afterlife, we could have a nice homely house, long warm baths and two smol kittens —- and oh I forgive you for kidnapping my cat." She admires him for the last time wiping his tears away and tries to lift his head that's lowered into shame. 

She's so fond of him at the moment.

She gulps, trying to gasp for oxygen feeling her heartbeat drop to zero, pleading him, "Tell me you love me before I go." His bloodshot eyes snap to her's and his chest heaves ruggedly with heartbreaking sobs -- his words full of sorrow tasting the bitterness of goodbye on her lips streaking away the blood on her mouth. 

"I love you so much, baby. Never stopped. Never will." She cries at last kissing him back with all the blood she has left pumping to her heart and tries to exchange the words but it was too late before she lost it all -- cold in his loving embrace. 

"Stay…." He begs praying like he did never before. 

"Y/N!!" He screams trying to shake her alive and hugs his angel to himself with mournful wails. 

Everyone standing outside the room knows that they'll never see this Harry again. 

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry styles one shots #harry styles dirty imagines #harry smut #You guys are gonna hate me for this #i cried too #pls fetch some tissue before reading

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Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

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I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

 

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

 This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face.  Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy.  Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated.  “I promise.”

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14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day.  When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

 You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop  doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s  so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

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Brave Heart: Chapter Forty-Seven

Attack on Titan

Rating: Mature

Warnings: sexual themes, death, gore, mature themes, extreme violence, body horror, blood, weapons, major character death, age-gap relationship

Hands resting on her stomach and eyes wide open, Vera stared up at her ceiling, unable to sleep and unable to stop thinking about what had happened that evening.

By the time Vera had finally managed to escape her mother's wrath by the docks, Reiner had already disappeared into the maze of streets, forced to head back to the internment zone with the other Eldian Warriors before getting to say what he wanted to say to Vera—before getting the chance to kiss her properly.

The look on Reiner's face when Silvia had threatened him to stay away was the sole reason why Vera was restless and wide awake. When she closed her eyes, she saw the hurt in his brown irises. She wanted to apologize to him, to make sure that he knew she didn't care what her mother thought about him, but now he was gone and she didn't know when she would see him next.

Chest tight and head pounding with worry, Vera sat up in bed and drew in a few deep breaths to calm herself. She knew what she needed to do, but the only problem was that she didn't know how to do it.

Fortunately for her, however, she knew someone who most likely did.

"You want to take a train to Liberio?" Natalie cocked a quizzical brow, her and Vera hiding away in Vera's room the next morning discussing the ins and outs of Vera's plan. "Does your mother know about this?"

"Of course not. That's why I told you to wait until she left for work to let you inside," Vera answered with a roll of her eyes. "And since when do you care if our parents know about what we're doing or not?"

Natalie held up her hands in defence. "Hey, easy there. It was just a question. You must really want to see Reiner, huh?"

Plopping down onto the side of her bed, Vera dipped her head and stared at her hands in her lap. "You should have seen the way my mother looked at him, Natalie. The way she spoke about him. He doesn't deserve that."

"Of course, not," Natalie agreed. "But he already knows you care about him, right? So surely he already knows that you don't share the same views as your mother."

Vera swallowed hard. "I have to make sure. It's hard to explain but . . . I just do."

Natalie thought for a moment before smirking. "Well, naturally, I'm in. I don't really care what the reason is anyway, considering it sounds fun as hell. When and how are we doing this?"

Vera immediately perked up when her best friend agreed to take part in her scheme. "We're doing it this afternoon. There's a train scheduled to depart around noon to take supplies to the internment zone."

"I see you've already thought about this quite a bit."

"I didn't sleep much last night," Vera admitted.

"Clearly." Natalie chuckled softly, suddenly aware of just how desperate her friend was. "How do you know about the supply shipment anyway?"

Vera smirked. "My mom mentioned it."

Natalie laughed. "Brilliant. She's gonna be so pissed. I've taught you well."

Vera returned her gaze to her hands. "When I first started settling in here, I thought that it would be a chance for my mother and me to reunite and make up for lost time . . . and I tried to make that happen. For four years, I tried. But I'm done trying now. She wanted her daughter back, but that girl doesn't exist anymore . . . that girl grew up and my mother doesn't seem to like the person she grew into."

Natalie pushed herself off of the wall she had been leaning against and made her way across the bedroom to sit beside Vera. "If it makes you feel any better, my parents don't much like the person I've grown into either. But who cares? We've got each other, right?"

Vera forced a small smile. "Right."

That afternoon, an hour or so before Silvia was due to return from work, Vera and Natalie set out to the trainyard with bags slung over their shoulders. They weren't quite sure yet how they were going to get on board the train—they couldn't decide between trying to sneak onboard or talk their way onboard—but either way, they knew that they needed to figure something out before it departed for Liberio.

Vera was extremely grateful that Natalie had agreed to accompany her because she wasn't sure if she would have the drive to follow through without her best friend there to talk her down whenever she started to doubt herself.

It was moments like this, when Natalie proved her true loyalty, that Vera felt guilty for the fact that she had never confessed about who she really was yet. For the most part, she believed that Natalie wouldn't care one way or the other if she was Marleyan or Eldian or half and half, but Natalie represented the tiny margin of Marley in which Vera felt like she belonged, and the risk of losing that—no matter how small—seemed like too much of a risk to take.

"Okay, so it's decision time." Natalie turned to Vera once they could see the trainyard in the distance. Behind the chainlink fence, a train was currently being loaded with supplies, and without a shadow of a doubt, they knew that was the train they needed to get on.

Standing on the other side of the fence, Vera watched for a minute or two, taking note of the fact that the people loading the train were wearing red armbands. A thought popped into her head, but before she could give it the time of day, she disowned it and pushed it from her mind.

Natalie, however, had come up with the same idea and, without hesitation, voiced her thoughts. "They're Eldians," she said. "You think we could simply tell them to let us on board?"

Vera curled her fingers around the wire of the chainlink fence and shook her head. "I doubt there are only Eldians overseeing this delivery," Vera replied, eager to find a different plan as quickly as possible. "There must be a Marleyan around here somewhere. I don't think simply using our status will be enough."

"You're right," Natalie agreed. "Okay, what about instead of using our statuses as Eldians, we use your mother's status of working with the military?"

Vera nodded. "Interesting. Continue."

"Well, off the top of my head, what if we say we were sent to oversee the shipment and ensure everything runs smoothly in Liberio? Your mother deals with oversight regarding the Eldian Warriors, right? So it wouldn't be much of a stretch to believe she sent her daughter to do the same?"

Vera let out an amused chuckle. "It might just work." She looked over at the front entrance to the trainyard, where a pair of guards were standing watch. "So we're going in the front then?"

"We're going in the front," Natalie confirmed. "You ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Vera straightened her back and steeled her nerves. She was used to fighting her way out of situations as opposed to talking her way into them, so this had the potential to be challenging.

As the two women approached the guards, they did their best to make it look like they belonged there and waited to be addressed. It was then that Vera noticed neither one of the guards was wearing an armband, confirming her earlier suspicion about there being at least one or two Marleyans around.

"Can we help you?" The first guard held his hand up toward Vera and Natalie.

Vera, who knew it was up to her to take the lead, cleared her throat. "Yes, actually, you can. We are here to oversee the shipment heading into Liberio later today."

The first guard looked to the second, the two exchanging looks before they eyed Vera and Natalie up and down in unison. "This is the first we are hearing of this," the second guard said. "Who sent you?"

"We are here on behalf of my mother, Silvia Lepstein," Vera answered, slightly uneasy about dragging her mom into their lie even though she had been the one to cause this whole mess in the first place.

"Someone was supposed to have sent over the orders this morning, but it wouldn't be the first time things have gotten lost in transit around here," Natalie added for good measure. "I'm sure you guys understand."

The two guards chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I know what you mean," the first replied. "We'll have to check with our supervisor first before we let you through, though."

Vera was assuming something like this might come up, but before she had the chance to panic, Natalie quickly came to the rescue. "Well, the train is due to leave any minute." Natalie gestured over to where the workers were beginning to slide the doors on the boxcars shut. "Here's the thing, we need to be on that train. If we're not, that's your asses on the line. And if that shipment is late, that's all of our asses on the line. Now, I don't know about you guys, but I don't exactly feel like getting written up for something as insignificant as an order sheet with an approved stamp on it going missing. Is that what you guys want?"

The guards shook their heads. "No, definitely not," the second said.

"That's what I thought." Natalie clapped her hands together. "So, what's it going to be? I mean, in the end, it's a supply shipment going to the internment zone. Would it even really matter if we weren't who we said we were? Who really cares what's going in as long as no one is getting out, right?"

The first guard laughed. "You're right." He then stepped to the side and signalled for the other guard to do the same. "Go on through, ladies, and have a safe trip."

"Thank you." Natalie bowed her head quickly before zipping past the guards before they had the chance to change their minds.

Vera felt her hands clam up. "Yes, thank you." She followed Natalie's lead and tried not to think about what her friend had just said. Had she been wrong about Natalie all along? If so, why did she act so casual and unbothered when Porco and Reiner were around?

If Natalie truly despised Eldians, she wouldn't have a crush on one then, would she?

Within minutes, Vera and Natalie had explained the situation to one of the Eldian workers, and not being one to argue when someone without an armband told him something, he let them into the final boxcar before he closed it up for the journey.

Settled between crates of canned goods, Vera and Natalie made themselves at home in the dark train car and waited for their departure. As soon as the sound of the train's steam engine could be heard and the boxcar they were in began to rattle down the tracks, they breathed a collective breath of relief and visibly relaxed.

"I can't believe we actually did it." Natalie pushed her bag behind her back to cushion her spine from the cold, hard wall of the train. "I'm not gonna lie, I thought they were going to ask a lot more questions. Just goes to show that the working class truly only care as much as they get paid to care, and I respect that."

Yeah," Vera sighed, her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She couldn't get what Natalie had said out of her mind and, before she knew what she was doing, she was asking about it. "Hey, so, um . . . you don't actually believe those things you said about Eldians, do you?"

Natalie turned to look at Vera, the darkness of the train car making it hard to tell what expression she was making. "Of course not," Natalie told her. "I just said whatever I had to say to get us onto this train, so you're welcome."

Vera smiled, thoroughly relieved for the second time in just under a minute. "Oh, okay. Good. Just checking."

"You think I would spend so much time with Porco if I had a problem with Eldians?" Natalie questioned. "Or you, for that matter, considering you're basically in love with an Eldian. I'm not like my parents the same way you're not like your mother. We think differently than most people here, and that's why we're best friends, right?"

"Right." Vera nodded. Silence took over them for a few minutes before a thought popped into her head. "You know, assuming they actually believed we were sent from the military, you'd think they would have gotten suspicious about the fact that we were riding in a train car."

Natalie chuckled. "Like I said, the working class doesn't get paid enough to care about other people's problems."

"You know, we never really talked about how we were ever going to get back."

Natalie shrugged. "That's a problem for the future. I find it's easier to focus on one thing at a time, and currently, our next dilemma is figuring out where to go once we get to Liberio. I've never been there before and I'm assuming you haven't either."

Vera shook her head. "Nope."

"So I'm thinking the easiest thing to do is divide and conquer," Natalie suggested. "You look for Reiner, I'll look for Porco, and we can meet back at the Liberio trainyard in the morning. It's not like we have to worry about safety or anything there; we'll damn near be regarded as royalty."

Vera shivered at the thought. "I don't like being treated like I'm better than anyone."

"Me either. But that's just the way things are, and unfortunately for us, the way things are is bigger than you and me."

With that, the two women fell silent once more and tried to get some rest before arriving at their destination. Natalie had her eyes closed for the majority of the ride but it was impossible to tell if she was actually sleeping or just resting. Vera, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking; a common problem for her lately.

Vera thought about the way she had felt light and warm when Reiner had leaned closer to her the evening before, and immediately after that, she remembered the way Levi had flashed into her mind for a brief moment when she had been watching Reiner and the kids together. For the life of her, she couldn't understand why a man she hadn't seen in four years still invaded her subconscious so often. And furthermore, she couldn't understand why she still refused to ever take off the yellow dahlia necklace even when it had grown to symbolize the very confusion trapped within her—the confusion between thinking of Levi when she looked at it and adoring the way Reiner would run his fingers over it.

By the time the train had come to a stop and the door had slid open, it was dark outside and the moon and stars above were shining brightly. Clearly not expecting there to be women inside the train car, the workers were taken aback when Vera and Natalie jumped out, but the two women made their escape before they could be questioned any further.

"So meet back here in the morning?" Vera clarified as she and Natalie turned in opposite directions.

"Yeah, sounds good." Natalie nodded. "I'm just gonna start knocking on doors and asking if anyone knows a snarky asshole by the name of Porco Galliard and go from there."

Vera snorted. "You're just full of great plans today."

"What can I say?" Natalie shrugged. "You're lucky to have me as an accomplice."

"Super lucky." Vera waved as she parted ways from Natalie, and without another word, the two women headed in their respective directions to start knocking on doors in an internment zone they had never been to before.

Already guilty about disturbing people during the time when most families were sitting down for dinner together, Vera tried her best to knock on as few doors as possible. The first man who answered didn't seem very pleased with the interruption, as expected, but when he noticed the lack of an armband on Vera's bicep, his attitude changed on a dime and he informed her with a smile that he, unfortunately, had no idea who Reiner Braun was.

Door after door, Vera was given the same answer, until miraculously, she spoke to a woman who worked with Reiner's mother and she gave Vera extremely detailed instructions on how to get to the Braun household. Feeling as though she had gotten far too lucky on multiple occasions that day, Vera set off in the direction the woman had pointed in and repeated the turns she had to make over and over in her head so she wouldn't forget them.

After wandering through the streets for about ten or so minutes, and noting that the internment zone didn't look all that different from the city she was used to, Vera located the house she assumed belonged to the Braun's.

Suddenly, Vera felt very out of place and, for the first time, realized that she had no idea what she was supposed to say after knocking on the door. What was she supposed to claim was her reason for being there? What if it wasn't Reiner who answered? What if Reiner's family didn't like her because she was 'Marleyan'?

Before Vera had the chance to make up her mind about anything, the front door swung open and an older woman with blonde hair and a grey scarf tied around her head stepped outside.

"Hello," the woman regarded Vera, immediately taking note of her lack of an armband. "Is there something I can help you with? Directions, perhaps? You seem lost."

Vera, wide-eyed and embarrassed, shook her head. "Oh, no. I'm not lost. Well, I was at first, but now I'm here, so I'm not lost anymore. That is, if this is the Braun residence. I'm a friend of Reiner's."

"A friend of Reiner's?" the woman repeated.

"Yes, and I'm terribly sorry for disturbing you so late. And I apologize for arriving unannounced."

The woman let out an airy laugh. "Reiner's never mentioned a friend before—at least not one as pretty and polite as you are, anyway. However, on occasion, he insists that not all Marleyans treat him as unkindly as others, and I'm assuming you must be who he is referring to when he says that."

Vera felt her cheeks heat up. "I treat him the same I would any friend. I care about him a great deal."

The woman smiled wide. "Well, then it would be rather rude of me not to invite you in to join us for dinner, now wouldn't it?"

Vera held up her hands in an attempt to politely decline the offer. "Oh, no, that's okay. I don't mean to intrude. I was just hoping to see Reiner, just to let him know I'm here and then I'll be on my way."

"Nonsense." The woman ushered Vera into the small house and took her jacket from her. "It would be an honour to have a friend of my son's stay for dinner."

Vera froze in place when she realized she had just met Reiner's mother. Now, the only thing she could think about was whether or not Reiner's mother actually wanted her to stay for dinner or if she felt pressured to based on the status difference between them.

Vera opened her mouth to try and decline the dinner invitation once more, but she didn't get the chance to get a single word out before Reiner's mother had disappeared into another room, leaving her alone by the front door in an unknown house filled with the voices of unknown people.

Seconds later, Reiner popped his head around the doorway, face flushed at the sight of Vera standing before him.

Vera's body filled with nervousness and guilt as soon as Reiner's big brown eyes were staring back at her. "Hello," she greeted quietly, and before she knew it, her apology was flooding out of her mouth as if a dam had broken. "I'm sorry that I'm just showing up like this, but after last night I had to see you again. I had to make sure you knew that I don't think about you the same way my mother does and that I don't care what she or anyone else thinks when they look at us. The only thing I worry about is what you see and what you think when you look at me."

Reiner was speechless. His mouth was hanging open but no words were coming out. Slowly, he looked back over his shoulder before stepping completely around the corner and gipping Vera's shoulders with his hands.

"I've never been happier to see anyone in my entire life," he admitted. "I don't know how you got here, but I'm glad you did."

Vera giggled. "Well, it's a long story that involves Natalie and talking ourselves onboard a supply train."

"That does sound like a plan Natalie would come up with."

"Excuse you." Vera feigned offence. "I came up with that plan all on my own, thank you very much."

Reiner faked a surprised gasp. "Then Natalie's mischievous ways are rubbing off on you, I see."

"Is that a problem?"

"Absolutely not."

Just then, Reiner's mother popped back around the corner. "Reiner, did you manage to convince your friend to join us for dinner yet?"

Reiner exhaled slowly. "Not yet, Mom. Would you give us a minute?"

As soon as Reiner's mother disappeared once more, Vera once again politely declined the invitation for dinner—especially since it was Reiner's first dinner back home with his family. Reiner, however, was just as insistent as his mother; and almost as if the weather was siding with the Brauns, it began pouring rain seconds later, making it even easier for Reiner to persuade Vera into staying.

"You'll get drenched if you leave now," Reiner pointed out as he led Vera into the dining room, where the rest of his family, including Gabi, was already sitting at the table. "Please stay."

At that point, Vera couldn't say no anymore. The next thing she knew, she was sitting at the table and being introduced to everyone one by one.

It wasn't until Karina—Reiner's mother—had set a plate of steaming food down in front of Vera that she finally realized how hungry she was after a day of having almost nothing to eat. Mouth watering at the smell of the meal before herself, Vera didn't have it in her to try and fight the invitation any longer and dug in as soon as everyone had been served and seated.

Remaining mostly silent while Reiner and Gabi caught up with their family, Vera sat and listened as Gabi started telling the story of how she had managed to blow up an enemy tank and almost singlehandedly secure victory for the Marleyan military.

"The grenades landed exactly where I had aimed them and blew the train right off its tracks," Gabi said, her eyes wide with excitement as she retold the story for her parents and everyone else. "I'd actually pulled it off! But as I was running back to the trenches, the enemy shot a machine gun at me and just as I was about to eat lead, Mr. Galliard jumped in out of nowhere and protected me with his Jaw Titan."

"That's amazing, Gabi!" Gabi's mother beamed.

"It sounds like a whole bunch of our soldiers owe their lives to your bravery." Gabi's father hugged her tightly. "Our little girl has grown into an Eldian hero!"

Gabi's mother nodded in agreement. "We couldn't be prouder of you, Dear."

"Your mom is on the council that evaluates the Warrior Candidates, right?" Gabi stared at Vera from across the table.

"Oh, yes, she is," Vera answered once she caught on to the fact that she had been engaged in conversation after mostly just watching and listening like a fly on the wall.

"Do you think you could put in a good word for me?" Gabi requested, her face lit up with hope. "I really want to prove myself worthy of taking over the Armoured Titan."

Gabi's father elbowed her in the side. "Gabi, be respectful. Don't bother the woman with business during dinner."

"It's okay." Vera put her fork down next to her plate. "I'd be more than happy to tell her about you, although I'm sure she is already aware of your heroics."

Gabi's mother smiled brightly at Vera. "Thank you so much."

"What do you think, Reiner?" Karina asked. "Do you think Gabi will become a warrior like you?"

"Yeah." Reiner nodded. "After what she pulled off at Fort Slava, she's all but guaranteed to inherit my armour."

Vera felt her heart sink when she remembered that Reiner's time as the Armoured Titan was coming to an end, and with that came the end of his life as well. The two of them had discussed this fact a few times in the past, but they never dwelled on the topic very long before the grim reality of it all forced them to change the conversation topic.

"That's wonderful to hear," Karina said. "To think that our family will be blessed with two warriors. It's such a rare honour. I just hope you'll find a way to rid the world of those island devils. After that, our people will be able to live good lives."

Vera almost choked on the water she had taken a sip of. Her blood ran cold at the mention of 'island devils' and it took her a moment to remember that no one there, excluding Reiner, knew that she was actually one of those devils they spoke of.

Reiner didn't miss the way Vera had shrunken in on herself even more than she had been previously. Subconsciously, she was making herself as small as possible, eyes focused on a spot on the table while she silently prayed for the conversation to start heading in a different direction.

"Say, Reiner, not to pry, but I hear you barely escaped from those devils with your life." Gabi's father inquired.

"Leave Reiner alone, Dad," Gabi told him. "His time on that island isn't some light-hearted war story. Those devils put him through hell. So even if it wasn't classified, there's no way that it's something he would want to talk about."

Gabi's father nodded. "You're right. Sorry, Nephew. Forgive me."

Before Vera's reactions could out her as the enemy, Vera excused herself to use the washroom and ventured out into the hall after Karina had pointed her in the right direction. As soon as she was out of sight, Vera pressed her back into the wall and shut her eyes tight, trying not to let the slurry of emotions in her veins take control of the situation.

Vera had almost managed to calm herself down completely when she heard Reiner's voice from the dining room. It was faint, but if she listened closely, she could still hear what he was saying.

"I can tell you some things," she heard Reiner say. "As you know, I infiltrated their military. As expected, they acted like devils. Each of them was savage and cruel. During our induction, one devil started eating a potato. When the instructor yelled at her, she told him without hesitation that she stole it 'cause it looked good. She knew she'd crossed a line so she bribed the instructor by offering him half the potato. However, the half she offered him was visibly smaller than her half. They don't even know what compromise means there. Each of them was more hopeless than the last. There was one guy so stupid he'd forget why he'd gone into the bathroom, an insincere jerk who only ever thought about himself, a soft-hearted oaf who only ever thought of others, a brave but single-minded fool, and a bunch of chumps who followed his lead. Alongside all those different people, stood me and my comrades. The time that we spent there was truly hell."

Vera's breath caught in the throat and she felt her head begin to spin. How could Reiner say those things? Did he actually mean what he had said or was it all a front for his family? Was that how he truly felt about her?

"I've said too much." Reiner's voice could be heard again. "Forget it."

"What do you mean 'different people'?" Vera heard Gabi ask. "They're bad people, right?"

"Of course, they are, Gabi," Karina answered. "They're all devil's, and they're holding this whole world by the throat. They could unleash their army of huge Titans at any moment and crush us all beneath their feet. They aren't anything like you and me. We're good Eldians and we have to stop them. We have to punish the wicked Eldians who abandoned us; who fled and built themselves a paradise on top of a mountain of corpses."

Rain still coming down hard outside, Vera felt tears begin to well in her eyes as she struggled to return her rapid breathing to normal. Just as she was about to make a bee-line for the front door, Reiner stepped out of the dining room and blocked her path.

Unable to stop the onslaught of tears on time, all Vera could do was stare up at the man before her and try not to make any noises loud enough for the whole household to hear. "I'm not a bad person," she whispered. "You didn't mean what you said, right? You don't think I'm a devil, do you?"

Without saying anything, Reiner took Vera by the hand and led her outside without bothering to grab either one of their jackets. Not giving Vera a chance to pull or run away, Reiner brought her out into the rain where they stood in the darkness, slowly but surely becoming soaked to the bone.

"My father was a Marleyan just like your mother," he said out of nowhere, the sheer volume of the rain and the fact that Reiner's words just barely reached her ears before fading into the night made Vera feel like the two of them were standing in their own little bubble away from the rest of the world.

By then, Vera's tears had mixed with the raindrops on her face and it was impossible to tell she had been crying. Hair stuck to her forehead and goosebumps rising on her skin, she clung to Reiner like he was her final tether to sanity.

"All I ever wanted was to become a warrior so my mother and I could be with my father again, but even then he disowned me as his own. I know what it's like to feel unwanted by your own parent. I know what it's like to not know where you belong. I know what it's like to feel lost," he ran his fingertips over her yellow dahlia necklace as he spoke. "And, most importantly, I know that I never want you to feel that way too. What I said, it's not how I feel about you. You're different than the rest of them. You're different than everyone else. We're different . . . and that's why we belong together."

Vera drew in a shaky breath. "You're not lying to me again, are you? You're not just saying this to gain my trust?"

"I would never lie to you again; not after it caused me to almost lose you once," he assured her. "We need each other."

Stepping closer to Reiner, Vera tilted her head back a bit and let her eyes fall shut. Seconds later, she felt Reiner's forehead press against hers and his warm breath tickling her lips and it felt more intimate than any kiss ever could.

"If I could stay like this with you for the rest of the time that I have left, I would die a happy man," he breathed out.

Vera felt a choked sob escape her throat and was grateful that the intensity of the rain muffled most of the sound it made. "Why did our paths have to cross this way? Don't we deserve normal lives like everyone else?"

"I'm just grateful every day that I got to have you in my life at all." Reiner held her close, his hands gripping her waist firmly. "Anything more is a gift that I'm sure I don't deserve."

Hands running up Reiner's chest, Vera cupped his face in her palms. "I've said it a million times, but I don't care what anyone else thinks or feels about us. I just want us to be happy, and all I need to be happy is you."

"And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen, because you're worth it, and I'll never let you forget that."

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[luaburachid]

In The Stars

Quick oneshot written for @zkfanworkweek day 3 inspired by @tihnixx 's art

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27699590

She had lied to him, she already knew the myth of Ursa Major. She had found a scroll about the constellations when they first arrived at the old beach house. But for some reason she wanted to hear him telling the story. 'No, I've never heard about it, could you tell me?', she had said.

So now she smiled as he told her all about it. She has been smiling a lot around him these days. Later, she would try to understand why. For now, she was focused on wondering what was it about being there, outside, laying only a few inches beside him while the rest of their friends were already asleep, that made the stars above her sparkle a bit brighter and the grass beneath her tickle a bit too much.

"I remember one night, when Azula was still a baby, my mother told her: 'And there's Ursa Minor. Just like you and I, mother and daughter, they'll always be together'", he chuckled, "I got so jealous that I chose a constellation for me so I could be in the stars with them".

"That's sweet."

"That's silly."

"Those things can coexist", she let out a chuckle of her own and tilted her head to look at him. Suddenly not only the grass but even the air around her and the strand of her own hair that brushed her cheek seemed to tickle. "Which one did you choose?"

"That one", he pointed to the sky and her gaze followed the invisible line that extended from the tip of his finger. "It's called Draco."

"The dragon? That's suitable", she giggled softly and even though she was facing upwards, she could swear she saw his irises wandering in her direction for a second and the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "I liked your idea, I want to pick one for me too."

You can have them all. Did he really think that? What was it with him and his thoughts these days? "From my sky or from yours?"

"From both, even though they're the same."

Yes, they are. It doesn't matter if they are watched by different stars, the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation sleep under the same sky. It brought him some strange comfort to remind that, some strange, unsettling peace.

"From mine, I'll go with The Great Fish. It has one the brightest stars. From here, do you have any suggestion?"

He remained silent for a heartbeat. "Lyra", he once more pointed to the night, "those five stars", he drew them in the air.

"Why?"

It's right beside mine. "Do you remember that street musician we passed by on our way to that ridiculous play, that one you gave almost all of our coins to?" His voice got softer at that. "He was playing the Lyra."

"Do you want one too?"

"What? A lyra?" He looked at her and raised his brow.

"No, Zuko", she laughed. He realized his choice didn't do her justice, her laughter sounded sweeter than a lyra. "Do you want a constellation, from the south?"

"Oh, sure. Do you have one in mind?"

''I do, actually. The Fire Eagle. Long ago it was called The Sea Eagle. But once, a Water Tribe merchant got lost in a Fire Nation desert. He had already run out of water and thought he didn't have much time left. So he prayed, asked every water spirit to help him or send help. Then he saw an eagle with its wings made of fire. He followed it and it led him towards the city he was trying to get to. When he returned home he told everyone his story and then people started calling it The Fire Eagle. Some believe that The Sea Eagle and The Fire Eagle are the same spirit, a shapeshifter that adjusts itself to the environment it's in so it can help people from all around the world."

"I'm honored", he smiled but avoided her eyes. Was that pink on his cheeks?

There was another reason why she had chosen that one for him, a reason that she didn't want to tell him, it was stupid: The Fire Eagle is very close to The Great Fish.

"It's going to be nice". Why did she start saying this? "Once we win this war, once we're apart, each in our own home, I'll be able to look at the sky and know you're somehow there, near". She cursed her lips when she heard her own voice pronouncing those absurd words she didn't mean to let out.

"I'll do the same."

She's going to be in the sky, in our shared sky. He smiled to himself. She's already everywhere, in everything. She's in the blue hydrangeas and in every body of water. There's a bit of her in every poem he's ever heard. And now, as if she weren't already in the moon, she's going to be in the stars.

She's in the stars.

Or maybe it's the opposite, maybe they are in her, he thinks when he allows his gaze to fall to the side and sees the entire night reflected on her. Why bother looking at the sky when all the stars are in her eyes?

Something stronger than the tides and gentler than the ocean breeze pulled his hand to rest on top of hers. It couldn't have been himself to do it, why would he do it? Maybe the grass started to move and accidently carried his hand. Yes, it must have been the grass. He had found it to be tickling a lot that night, after all. Maybe it had been already trying to move.

When the grass moves again, this time controlling her hand and causing her to intertwin their fingers, he thanks it. He refuses to admit it to himself but he hopes that, with this touch, there's going to be a bit of her in him.

And then he begins to hear a small, distant voice humming something incomprehensible from somewhere. Somewhere not that far away, actually. And just when he thinks he'll never understand what this voice that sounds an awful lot like his own is telling him, just when he thinks he'll never understand what is the word that's echoing in the walls of his heart, he realizes it's her name.

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[atsunflower]

Hospital for souls — The Line

Rated: SFW

Author note: I gotta nothing to say. This took me really long and I struggled a lot to write it. Thanks for being patient with me. Also, big shoutout to @neonghxst, who helped me a lot with this one. I love you bby 💕

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of anxiety and this chapter contains gore towards the end.

IV — The line

Previous || Next

"I don't wanna go" Your voice showed distaste at the invitation.

Since the fight with Sakusa, you avoided all human contact like the plague. The only ones that talked to you were the maids and, occasionally, Komori, who had warmed up to you since you saved his ass — to be honest, you weren't very fond of his change of character.

"Listen, you're the new lady of this household." Komori explained in a tired manner."This gala is held every year in some sort of diplomatics, to grant no family crosses the line. All the important members must make a presence."

"Yeah, but I'm sure no one cares if I don't show up." You deadpanned looking at his face.

"It's just a fancy ass party. I'll take you to get a dress myself, but I gotta run some errands and find a suit too. If I'm late, then Izuna will take you." Komori saw you stiffening when you heard the name. Ever since you arrived in Itachiyama, Izuna was the most hostile towards you. "Hey, don't worry about him... He'll be nice."

"I gotta remind you that no one has been nice to me since I came here, Komori-san." You stated the obvious and the male before you grimaced.

"Look, we're not as bad as you think. Neither we are some sort of low life criminals, you know." His voice sent shivers down your spine. The hazel-haired man has been treating you better, yes, but you could tell the words you said to Sakusa that day affected him too.

"Yeah. But you all did nothing to prove me wrong." You stared at his eyes, the sincere tone meaning each world "If anything, all you did was make me miserable even though I'm not a threat. And you know it." You saw when the hazel haired male shook his head, face softening a little.

"I'll be back in a few." And then, Komori left. 

To your relief, it was Komori himself who showed up at your bedroom door. Now, you were at some boutique somewhere in the fancy side of Shibuya, trying a beautiful strappy off-white dress.

You loved how the silky cloth hugged your body and how the pearly color complimented your skin tone. Definitely, it was the propper gown for an event as important as a mafia gala.

Taking in the figure reflected in the mirror, you recalled the last time you wore something so fancy was at your wedding. Suddenly, you felt ugly — after all, you were a woman of surgical scrubs and white coats. Wearing something like this dress was a reminder of what kind of life you were living now.

"[Name]-san, have you decided?" Komori asked with an undecipherable look on his face. 

"Ah, yes, I'm taking this one" You said to the salesperson, already getting back to the changing room.

From the inside, you heard a knock on the door. It was Komori.

"[Name], are you good?" He asked in a soft spoken manner, as if he was concerned.

You know it's not the case, don't let your guard down, you reminded yourself.

"Yes, Komori-san. Are we ready to go?" He hummed in agreement, saying he was going to do the payment.

The two of you had yet to arrive in Itachiyama. The silence was heavy inside the car and you could see the man opening his mouth as if he was trying to say something.

"I never asked, did you see a doctor?" You started, breaking the unnerving atmosphere.

"Ah, yes. I'm all good, no sequels or whatever." He cleared his throat, side-glancing at you "Those guys took us by surprise that night, huh? We were lucky you were there to help us out." You hummed, staring at his elbow, as if you could see through the material of his jacket.

"I shouldn't have opened your arm that way. It was really irresponsible of me to do it and it was a miracle things ended up well."You said in a reflecting manner.

Does she regret saving me?, Komori couldn't help but wonder.

"The doctor I saw said the surgery was perfectly executed, so don't beat yourself over it. Besides, I can see the passion you have. You'd make it right anyways." The male said truthfully and you frowned. You didn't want his trust because he would never have yours.

You also didn't like the appreciative tone he used. A doctor isn't a hero, You reminded yourself everyday, to never let it go to your head.

"I'm passionate, but it's about my personal ethics, you don't need passion to be good at what you do. I think you know it very well." You still frowned, not liking what he implied. You never wanted to be some sort of hero, much less to someone like him. 

"Yeah, I don't need to love the yakuza to be good at it. But I don't think a passionless person would make a good doctor." He argued, trying to prove his point.

"In my line of work, a mistake costs your whole career. Passionless and unethical people exist everywhere, a hospital isn't a sanctuary." You said matter of factly — it wasn't about the romantic lenses people saw the health workers. After all, medicine was a field made majorly of people with the means and the money. You learned it the hard way when you made into med school.

"Why would you say that?" The traffic light signalled to stop. The Kobun used this opportunity to take in your figure, eyes roaming over your crossed arms and unfazed features.

Duty takes a toll in everyone, huh?, He internally stated.

"Because I know someone. And as passionless someone could be, he's still the best at what he does." And Komori didn't miss the feeling displayed in your eyes.

It wasn't merely passion. Something deeper resided in those irises of yours.

An awkward silence overtook the atmosphere as the car resumed its movement. He felt uncomfortable, trying to figure out what you meant.

"Well, what matters is that everything ended up well. Who would have guessed they would attack us that night?" Komori conceded, trying to break the unsettling quietness.

"Yeah, this whole yakuza thing is really scary." You said looking through the tinted window, a pensive look in your face.

"You'll get used to it. And it doesn't happen on a daily basis either" He brushed you off, turning in a curb.

"Yeah, but ignoring the threat isn't an easy task." You retorted, tiredly.

"How do you know it? Besides, since you're our lady, it's not like we'll let  something happen to you." The brunette said, in hopes of comforting you. It had the opposite effect, as a silent rage ran down your body.

"Komori-san, how do I know?" You bitterly laughed "My whole life, I was at the line. My mother didn't want me to be born, Inarizaki wanted my head since I was in the womb and you guys will get rid of me at any given opportunity." You saw him opening his mouth to argue "Your household won't protect me if the order comes from Sakusa." 

As if in a cue, the car approached the gates of Itachiyama. Komori was rendered speechless, knowing you were right.

Personally, you weren't one to offend people and make them feel bad. You couldn't help the pang in your chest every time you exploded at any of them. But by god, were you tired.

I just want my life back, you thought. After all, it was infinite times easier to be a target when you were somehow detached from the life inside the families. The Kobun said something you paid no mind to.

Banging the car door shut, you ignored his calling.

The nagging feeling was a constant in his life.

Roaming through his memories, he could never pinpoint a time he felt comfortable under his skin. He was too anxious and life never treated him kindly to do so.

Maybe he overreacted a lot, too. But it wasn't his fault he had to be hyper aware of his surroundings.

The alert state was essential in an ambience full of people who could stab him in the back.

Fuck the diplomatics, he cursed.

It was one of those nights he hated the most. The suntuous ballroom was full of people going back and forth, bragging about futilities and throwing insincere flattery at each other. All because the ever so generous Karasuno was hosting a dinner at The Crow to assure no one disturbs the deal between the families.

Bullshit, he thought. It's only Karasuno trying to show off their influence over this frail peace.

And, as much as he appreciated said peace, he hated how everyone faked they got along with each other.

Not that he cared about politeness either. And his signature scowl did nothing to keep people away. After all, everyone wanted a piece of Itachiyama.

"Kiyoomi." The ravenette heard the deep voice from his back. A wave of relief washed over him.

At least, Wakatoshi-kun is here. I won't die from boredom, He mused.

"Wakatoshi." He responded, nodding at the other. From outside Itachiyama, Ushijima was the only one Sakusa considered a friend.

"I thought you wouldn't come tonight, I know you don't really like the crowd."

"People would find weird if I didn't, considering Inarizaki and everything."

"Speaking of which, did you bring your wife?" Ushijima asked, looking around. Sakusa nodded before speaking.

"Yeah, she went to the restrooms. Komori is with her." And speaking of the devil, you came into view.

He knew you had a fine taste for things, and he would be a fool to say you didn't look good tonight. But he would never admit it.

A Miya isn't worth you time, he repeated it like a mantra, observing as you made your way onto him.

Komori enthusiastically greeted Ushijima and you merely nodded out of politeness, looking at the bulky male with caution. Given Ushijima's intimidating vibes, Sakusa couldn't really blame you.

"I see you're Sakusa's wife. I'm Ushijima Wakatoshi." He offered his hand at you "It's a pleasure to meet you"

"Likewise, Ushijima-san" You introduced yourself as the Oyabun of Itachiyama watched the scene unfold before him, recalling how his friend was the blunt and introverted type. He couldn't help but admire the way the two of you conversed smoothly; earning Ushijima's sympathy required effort. You did it with ease.

"She's a good woman." Sakusa didn't see when your conversation died down and Ushijima turned to him. He found himself dumbfounded at the other's statement.

"She's a Miya"

"She worked with Shirabu. He spoke highly of her" A waiter passed by offering them whiskey. The rich scent of Yamazaki reached his nostrils as he drank it, throat used to the burning sensation "And you know he's not one to lie."

"Still…" His retort was halted when he felt the weight of a gaze on him. In the far corner of the room, none other than Oikawa Tooru had all his attention turned to the general direction of you all "What is he looking at?" He squinted at the brunette's direction, trying to make out his intentions.

"He seems to be looking at your wife" Ushijima bluntly spoke "But don't worry about him, Oikawa may have his reasons. He is a reliable man, after all."

"You're indeed soft today. What happened?" The other opened his mouth to respond before being interrupted by a startled voice.

Your husband was doing a good job ignoring you while speaking to Ushijima — you wouldn't complain, since you didn't want any of his attention.

Listening to Komori speaking wonders of the whiskey he was drinking, you felt a little at ease. You imagined the gala to be much scarier than this, but all you could see was snotty people too full of themselves. It was almost comical hearring them bragging about things you couldn't even dream of.

"This is a 25 years old Yamazaki. It's a favorite of mine and Kiyoomi—"

"Is this real life?" A surprised voice cutted Komori's middle sentence.

Before you, a handsome man looked appalled, staring at you with an emotion you couldn't identify. You were feeling uncomfortable as everyone around you was paying attention to your interaction.

"I'm sorry, sir. But am I supposed to know you?" You asked, in hopes to remember if you knew him by any chance. He beamed brightly at you.

"Of course you wouldn't remember me!" And he laughed again, earning a frown from your husband.

"Do you have any business to do with my wife?" Sakusa's cold-steel voice asked. The pretty man ignored it. And, at this point, everyone in the area stopped their actions, watching the scene with interest.

"I'm Oikawa Tooru, the Oyabun of Seijoh. Two years ago, you saved my nephew's life in an accident at the Dinosaur Bridge, only using a needle. After it, you held his hand until the ambulance came." The man bowed deeply, and only now you noticed he was accompanied by another spiky-haired male, who was also bowing at you. Observing them, you faintly remembered saving a little boy in a traffic accident a couple of years ago "For that, I'll be forever thankful. In return, I wanted to say you have Seijoh's gratitude whenever you need it." He stood tall again, staring at you dead in the eye to confirm he meant every single word he said.

You were speechless.

"I… sir, I'm thankful, but I did what had to be done. You don't owe me anything." You said uncertainly, glancing at the startled faces of both Komori and Sakusa. Ushijima looked fondly at you, as if he knew something.

"You had a choice that day, and you choosed to help us when we couldn't do anything. And it's enough for us to pay you back." The spiky-haired man said. It was rare for someone to address you with so much respect and sincerity. You appreciated it wholeheartedly.

"I— thank you." And you bowed at them, trying to show your gratitude to both males.

"Well, we won't disturb you anymore. Please have a good night" The Oikawa guy said, handing you a business card which you secluded inside your clutch.

"See?" You heard Ushijima saying, but you were too stunned to register it.

You didn't have time to process the event, as someone announced the dinner was about to be served.

"Seijoh's favour, huh? You sure are skyrocketing this mafia thing." Suna said, sitting on the chair on the opposite side of the table.

You all were addressed to a table with ten seats. It looked like Itachiyama was paired up with Inarizaki and another household you were yet to discover. The atmosphere was already stiff, as Sakusa kept throwing dirty glares at the twins.

"Impressive how you're doing well inside the yakuza. I thought you weren't going to last a month." Atsumu snickered as Osamu and the others ignored everything around them, getting ready for the dinner.

You mimicked their actions before Izuna joined you; you tensed seeing him taking the seat by your left.

Sakusa sat by your right, side-glancing at you. It looked like he had a newfound interest since the interaction with Oikawa earlier.

To your surprise, Seijoh was addressed to your table. Though, both Oikawa and Iwaizumi — Suna let you know his name and the fact he was also a Kobun — said nothing, sensing the tension hanging in the air.

None of the men said anything as the food started to be served. Instead, they busied themselves with the entree, keeping the smalltalk inside their household circle.

You heard Osamu saying something about the wine but you didn't register it. Soon enough, the waiters brought the main course in silver trays.

It smelled fabulous and your mouth watered at the scent.

"A lovely meal for the lady. Please enjoy it, I'm sure you won't forget this occasion." The blond waiter said, as he uncovered your plate. You took in the deep red sauce made of berries and the way the meat was perfectly cooked.

With fork and knife in hand, you went for it.

And indeed, you wouldn't forget the occasion.

Sliding the meat over the plate, you noticed it  hiding something. The scream was caught in your throat as you recognized the obnoxious structure, because years of unveiling the human anatomy would never fail you.

The cutlery clattered in the porcelain surface, spilling the sauce all over you. The white of your dress was now tainted with crimson, as if blood seeped out of your chest.

But you didn't even feel it. All you felt were hands shaking your body, trying to draw some reaction from you. The screams also came in a white noise through your ears, because all you could register was the sight before your eyes.

In the middle of the plate, a finger rested limp and dirty. Dead.

In a similar manner, you did too. 

Among the chaos, you sat there, also limp and dirty. At the end of a promise of death.

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[princess-of-inarizaki]

Blaine Anderson, my New York love.

I'm on the verge of finishing glee, and honestly I just can't help but write another Blaine fic, because I'm utterly convinced that (with the exception of Jeon Jungkook) Darren Criss as Blaine Anderson is the love of my life.

🦋 Blaine Anderson x fem!! reader,, trigger warnings: none.

Blaine twirls you in his arms and captures your lips in a kiss, as your name echoes along the auditorium. “as for the final name on our list, miss y/n l/n! And there you have it folks, those are your graduates for this year.”

Your arms are wrapped around his neck, and he's holding you so tight. “I'm so happy, oh y/n, we're going to spend the rest of our college days together.”

You can't muster out words, so you manage to nod whilst being clamped in his embrace, the tassel of his cap tickling your forehead.

“The rest of my days with the love of my life. What more could I ask for?” whispered Blaine rhetorically, as Sam and Tina joined the hug.

“We're moving to New York together!” said the blonde excitedly as all the new graduates threw their caps in the air.

Well, you tried to throw yours too, but by the way you were sandwiched between Blaine and Sam, it would be impossible to without giving either one of them, if not both, a bruise. So you smiled and kissed Blaine's forehead instead.

“We're graduates now, sweetheart.”

“We are, aren't we?”

Every single day, was pure unadulterated bliss. The type of happiness that made your skin hot, and eyes sparkle. And the root of your smiles, was one Blaine Devon Anderson.

Even today, just like every other day since arriving at the Big Apple; you woke up with his arms around you, and your head against his chest. Throughout the night, he held you so closely and delicately, it almost made you cry at how gentle he was.

And nothing beat waking up to his warmth and soft sighs in the morning. Because another thing you adored about New York, or rather, the apartment you lived in, was that the shades were right above your bed. And every single day, the sun would hit his eyes just right, and his hazel irises would be illumined to look gorgeously alluring.

“I'm the luckiest guy ever, you know?” he whispered, as the sleep slowly wore off, and he turned to face you.

“I think I'm the luckiest girl.”

“Maybe that's why we're made for each other. Because we're both so lucky.”

“oh yeah? Blaine, love, as much as I'd love to sing "Lucky" with you right now, we have to get ready for school.”

He chuckled softly and began folding the blankets as you smoothed the sheets. “Alright we'll just sing it on the way out, then.”

And thus began the steady morning routine you and Blaine had gotten used to. With Sam and Tina in the next room, you had to be quiet.

Blaine twirled you around as you chose a dress and pressed a kiss to your neck, before turning away to make you coffee and pancakes.

“You know, I would serve you breakfast in bed. But I just, don't want to get out of bed if you're still in it. I'd much rather be holding you in my arms.” he confessed, as he handed you the mug.

You accepted it gratefully and sat down to eat with him.

Another rule of yours and his, was that no matter how hectic life got, or how early you had to wake up, breakfast would be eaten together.

“I've actually always dreamed of starting my day with breakfast with you.” and ever since he heard that, Blaine promised you he'd always make time to share his first meal of the day with you.

“Good morning lovebirds” said Sam, as his bedhead and blue eyes lidded with sleep emerged to view. “Tina's still sleeping, she doesn't have classes today”

Blaine nodded and downed his coffee before pulling you along with him.

“We'll be late” he said with a small smile, as his hands found yours. The cold air of the New York morning filled with hope and possibility made you smile even wider, and Blaine's words were caught in his throat.

God, he lived to see your smile. He really did.

“It's okay right? That I'm in most of your classes? You don't find it weird or anything?”

“Why would I?” you eyed him and leaned over to peck his cheek. “I'm going to spend all day with the love of my life. What's there to not like?”

Blaine looked relieved as a slow grin spread over his face. In truth, he had been thinking about it for the longest of times. Would you find him clingy? Would you hate him for constantly wanting to spend time with you?

But here you were, just as excited as he was. You shone with radiance next to him, and for the first time in his life, he knew he had never been more sure of anything as he was with you.

“Hey, we uh, didn't get to sing "lucky" back there in the apartment...”

“We didn't, but who's to say we can't now?”

In class, the NYADA lecturers were tough, but having Blaine's presence was comforting, and the thought of him being able to protect you, or help if you were ever stuck, made a huge impact.

“Alright class, find a partner. We're going to be doing ballroom dancing!”

With a comfortable ease, Blaine pulled you into his arms and fit his hands around your waist. “Remember that one time when I told you girls have beautiful bodies?”

And still, he made you blush with his charming words. Boistered by your reaction, he continued as he expertly twirled you around according to the demonstration. “Yeah, well, you have the most beautiful body of them all.”

You didn't trust your voice, and instead flashed him a shy smile. The dance ended, and your NYADA professor sauntered up to the two of you. “Good work”

“Yeah we make a really great team.” said Blaine softly as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Beautiful.

Walking home together in the comfortable silence was also another part of the day you looked forward to. Especially when your hands were interlocked together, and the soft smile on his face was a reflection of yours.

Today however, Blaine was unusually jittery. “I love waking up next to you every single morning.”

“I do too, but what's all this about?”

“I don't know. I just, had the urge, you know? To tell you how I truly feel about you. I love the smell of your body wash and the radiance of your smile. I love the way you walk, when you're trying to slow down because I pace slower. I love how you help me pick out a bow-tie every single morning, and laugh when you help me put it on. Similarly, I love the way you pull it off of me in the evening. I love the way you glance at me from over your shoulder and the way that small part of your nape was just made for me to kiss.”

By now, you were a bewildered, flustered mess. But Blaine had the most earnest eyes. He was never afraid of intimacy. With you? He craved it.

“And y/n, damn, I just, love you so much I never believed in soulmates, but when I look at you, I really do.”

Blaine then reached into his pocket to find a ring. Getting down on one knee, your breath hitched as his eyes gleamed up at you.

“when I first met you at McKinley, I was lost. I was broken and hopeless. But I guess it's true when they say you have to lose something to gain another better one.”

“Y/n, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. When I fell in love with you, it's almost as if my soul was trying to tell me it finally felt whole.”

“It's almost as if we were made for each other, because that's how perfectly we fit. I know we were lovers in all our past lives, but I'm so glad to have found you early in this one; because all I've ever wanted to do...

Is spend my life loving you.”

Tears were streaming down your face as the world seemed to have stopped spinning.

“Will you marry me?”

Before he could even finish talking you launched yourself on him, pushing him to the ground beneath you. Not caring where you were, not caring who was there.

“Yes yes yes yes yes, I'll keep saying yes for as long as I can” you whispered as he chuckled beneath you, and helped you up.

Suddenly, music filled the street as the glee club, and the Warblers emerged and burst into song with their own rendition of "Marry me".

And although their voices were beautiful, you couldn't help but listen to something even better; the soft promises of Blaine Anderson as he swore to make you happy for the rest of eternity.

And frankly, did you ever have any doubt?

That night, after all the parties and congratulations from your friends, you leaned over him “Hi” you said softly. His eyes fixated on yours and he smiled at you fondly. “Hi babe.”

You laughed slyly and pulled him closer to you by his famous bow-tie. “Shall we remove this first, or only leave it on for the rest of the night?

Your bold words earned you a smirk from him. “You're an expert at turning me on, aren't you?”

#hi babies yes i am very whipped for blaine anderson sorry about that #blainey days #blaine x reader #blaine x mc #glee fanfiction #glee fandom #glee memes #glee cast #gleek #glee imagines #glee one shot #blaine anderson #blaine anderson x reader #blaine fluff #Blaine fanfic #blaine fic #blaine warbler #warblers #the warblers #darren criss #blaine headcanons #glee headcanons #glee headcanon #new directions #kurt hummel

[toastvogel]

All of the people emojis for your kyrian Hunter and/or Arios!

Thank you for the ask, dear. Since its only a small part and I like to explore, I'll take both.

Telane Windreaver

👁️Eye: Telane was born with the blue eyes of the highelves but since the reclamation of the sunwell her irises have golden speckles. Those speckles make it hard to identify her real eyecolor now since it seems to shift from blue to gold depending on the light.

🤥Lying: She prefers honesty but if people lie to her, she'll also lie to them and she is good in it. Also if it involves protecting her Animals/charges than she'll lie to even a god.

👻Ghost: She several animal spirits and ghosts as her companions, so she is definitely not scared of ghosts.

💥Collision: Any positive emotion that is directed towards her and isn't coming from an animal is a problem for her. She learned early that people are only friendly towards her when they want something so experiencing real kindness or being liked for who she is is really hard to fathom for her. Meeting the Kyrian was a shock for her.

😭Crying: Yes and no since it really depends on her connection towards the subject and her own emotional situation. She didn't shed a tear at Teldrassil but couldn't stop crying as she was forced to take out the former Nightelf handler of one of her Hippogryphs out of their misery after a naga attack.

👊Punch: She is very submissive and likes to avoid conflicts whenever possible.

💢Anger: She clucks when in thoughts or zoning out. It's not very loud, its not obnoxious but one really thinks there is a chicken sitting beside oneself. Also there are Bucky and Rook. Bucky and Rook are both roosters (that 100% is part phoenix since that beasts are OLD) and one of them is always with her. They are extremely possessive of her and if they doesn't like someone, they don't get close to her – ever!

👪Family: Telane was a child when she lost her mother during a raid by Armani Trolls at her village and her father blamed her for it. She doesn't have any contact with him anymore and doesn't care about him at all. She was taken in by a “friend” of her Mother but he used her to do his dirty work and she left as soon as she was able to enroll into hunter training.

😨Fearful: It depends. If it is an emotional scary situation she goes into flight mode but with everything else she fights.

💤Sleeping: At the very beginning of her adventures, she could only fall asleep when her beastly companion was standing over her or sleeping on top of her since she needed that sense of security to fall asleep and that still hasn't changed. Without any weight on her she simply can't sleep. Besides that, she can sleep anywhere at any time as long as someone she trusts is close.

Arios Riftbearer

👁️Eye: Arios as light silver pupils and his iris has a soft sky-blue hue that can appear almost azure in the right light.

🤥Lying: Lying goes against his code of honor UNLESS it is to protect his realm/loved ones.

👻Ghost: What are ghosts other than souls? Its common business for him. Nothing unusual, nothing scary.

💥Collision: Like all Ascended, Arios is very collected, stalwart and has learned to control his emotions. Unless it comes to affection/love. THOSE feelings are trouble since they have the habit of overwriting rational thoughts and hardly can be calculated.

😭Crying: It takes a lot to make the man cry.

👊Punch: Arios can fight and WILL fight to protect his realm/loved ones but he prefers talk over violence. It is one of the many lessons Thenios thought him that he holds above any other.

💢Anger: When he works, he works: Once Arios is totally into something it is nearly impossible to get him off of it, going so far that Thenios has to order him to stop. He also gets very agitated when interrupted.

👪Family: “Family” is a strange concept with Kyrians. For some their soulbinds are family, for some their fellow temple members and others don't see their fellow kyrian as family at all. Arios isn't one for socializing and therefor hasn't that many people he calls family. He actually only has a hand full of people he really confines in and that are his Paragon and Mentor Thenios, his soulbind Adrestes and Voitha. He still cares greatly for the Kyrian /Forsworn under his care.

😨Fearful: He isn't one to run away. He usually has a plan for any possible situation or just goes at things with logic. He just TRIES to not bring emotions in it since this always complicates things.

💤Sleeping: Arios has a lot of trouble falling asleep since his mind is constantly working. What really helps him falling asleep or calming his mind in general is a massage – wing or head works wonders for him.

Bonus:

Since I also ship those two, here are some bonus facts.

Lying: They don't lie to each other. At first Telane tried to downplay his worries about her with sugarcoating but quickly stopped with it when she noticed that it genuinely hurt him.

Collision: It was an emotional catastrophe for them when they found out they liked each other on a deeper level. He wasn't good with social interactions and she was notoriously distrusting of people. It needed a lot of outside help to get those two to open up to each other.

Anger: While Arios usually doesn't tolerate distractions to his work, he is more than happy to share his workplace with Telane because the only thing she does is sit with him. He can work on his projects and still has is love around, cuddled against him minding her own business: classical win/win for him. He even seems to have adopted her clucking. It has become increasingly common for Thenios to find those two working on their own projects together while softly clucking at each other. It even has become an insider with that they annoy Adrestes or Thanikos.

Sleeping: Both of them sleep a lot better with the other around and they developed a ritual to help them both falling asleep. This usually starts with tender moments and ends with Arios sleeping on is stomach so that his wing covers Telane.

#ask game #Arios Riftbearer #Telane Windreaver #kyrian

[sunseteyes]

FLUFFVEMBER DAY 08: MEI HATSUME

prompt: neighbor (prompts are by @jojosmilktea)

word count: 1,025 words | themes: children. platonic but can also be for slow build-up (after all they just met)

tags: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @sparkleswritings @brinthie @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @bitchtrynafck k @astrxrism @animatedarchives @deephasoceanmagic @strawberrysalwa

rv: i honestly forgot to edit this so now i’m scrambling on preparing this at 3:30 am haha

✒︎ girl next door

the first time you moved to your new house, there was a flying saucer that was shaped as an UFO that flew right to your face.

luckily, you had no injuries or so afterwards since it didn't flew directly to you. but still, it was a moment that you couldn't classify whether it was traumatizing or not.

what you do know; is that it was because of your neighbor.

"ah sorry, sorry! that's my baby." she grins at you while getting the weird-looking flying saucer with her eyes wide open—which were almost close to being expressionless despite having an apparent emotion anyway.

"no, it's fine-" you halted when you saw that she wasn't already looking at you but her "baby", as if examining it if it was destroyed or not. for a minute there, it was you who was scared that she'd get mad at you for being responsible if the flying saucer indeed dealt any more damage than how it was to you.

"uh-what's your name, by the way? i'm new here so i don't know anyone. i hope we can be friends!" you attempted to get her attention, swallowing up the unknown feeling that was eating up your courage. your parents told you to get along with anyone your age and now that you've moved to a new place, it feels like you should start anew too.

she does divert her eyes to you, piercing and almost scary in a way that makes you feel awkward just by trying to talk to her. "oh you must be the new neighbor." she grins wide then, almost dispersing your anxieties behind.

"i'm hatsume mei. and this? this is my baby number ten."

"number ten?"

"yeah! this is my tenth baby! want to see my other babies?" mei suddenly turns and before you know it, she's running back to her house and you were left alone, only for her to go back and pull your hand.

"what's your name by the way? you haven't told it yet, have you?" she questions without looking at you, but even so, you can still hear the enthusiasm in them.

"(y/n), my name's (y/n)." you reply, letting yourself be dragged into their garage that was full of metals and tools, probably even scraps.

contrary to what you expected, mei grins to your way, shaking your hand enthusiastically, "nice to meet you, (y/n)! now let's get started! do you plan to be a hero? a support? a normal citizen? a villain?"

your brows furrowed instantly wondering if that came out randomly or not.

"uh-i'm not entirely sure, but surely not a villain," you paused before adding, "for now"

"why are you not sure?"

the moment you met mei's eyes, you unconsciously avoided them, feeling that slight pressure from the question. it was something that no one really bothered to ask you despite the overwhelming amount of children wanting to be a hero someday in the future. for you, you never really thought about your future yet.

"what do you want to be someday, mei?" you avoided the inquiry, shifting the attention to her. if your guesses were right, she's going to be the type to want to talk about herself.

and you were right.

"oh me? of course i'm going to be for the support! and i want to go to yuuei, yes. that way, my babies will be more recognized since yuuei is the most famous school there is! did you know that?"

"no," you answer instantly. "i don't."

there was a silence in the air as a visible frown appears on mei's face. for a moment, you thought it was about what you said but then her eyes were focused on one of her 'babies'.

she becomes silent and stoic as she walks to her toolbox and grabs hold of one of her tools that you surely can't recognize. but for mei, she didn't even have to look at what she got but she still seems to have gotten the right tool on her hand.

you didn't know if you were allowed to enter their property further but since you were curious, you let yourself in, placing yourself beside mei and peeking on what she was working on.

all afternoon you spent time watching her, actually. but in the silence, you found a light that seemed to amuse you as you carefully observed her each and every move. you had your focus on her 'babies' but every time it shifts to mei, you could see the intensity and passion that she puts onto her work, her irises wide and showing the movements inside of it. you might have to ask her about it but her presence alone begged you not to interrupt her.

so that question must come by later anyway.

you never talked afterwards, and it's not like you minded at all. you weren't supposed to say goodbye but she notices you before you could even step away further from the garage.

"oh, you're still here." she says, as if she had gone to another dimension and lost all her senses to be able to know of your presence.

"you didn't-i mean, thank you for letting me stay. i really enjoyed watching you work." you smiled genuinely at her, nodding before turning your back, walking towards the entrance of their lot towards your own.

"you haven't answered me by the way." her voice makes you halt and stop on your tracks, looking back at the standing figure of mei, your new neighbor that surely was quite different from your previous ones.

but for some reason, you know she will leave a long lasting impression on you just from the UFO that flew right to your face the very moment you first saw each other.

"being a support seems interesting." you answered, the words spilling out of your lips that you were sure you thought you only had the thought in mind. but now that the truth is out, it doesn't seem that bad at all.

with the grin on mei's face, you just know that the next years of your life will be exciting.

#mei hatsumi #mei hatsume x reader #hatsume fluff #bnha fluff #bnha oneshots #fluffvember 2020 #fluffvember #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #mha #roze.bnha #roze.daydream

[iwritethat]

Dick Grayson: Fine Cuisine

Summary: Fluff

• Dick is unprepared for a family meal but your offer your fine expertise and have the whole family asking questions about you.

Warnings: Mature language

A/N: Hello lovlies! I’ve missed you all so much, I hope this helps a bit and there’s so much more I could add onto this so please enjoy and lemme know how you all are~

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It started with a family dinner.

As many curious situations do in retrospect, but with a family of vigilantes whose relationship ties have frayed, intermingled and been resewn makes for more interesting get-togethers compared to most.

One thing they could all agree on though? Dick Grayson cannot cook.

"I can't believe that, they just assume it's going to end in a takeout?" Came your amused voice as you placed a coffee on your kitchen island that Dick was currently seated - or rather slumped at.

"It's because the last two times I've hosted something like this, takeout has saved my ass." The ravenette embarrassingly clarifies, voice trailing off toward the end and did his best to avoid looking at you.

Dick Grayson was technically a neighbour, albeit living a few floors below your more lavish (and expensive) apartment suite. After moving into the complex on the same day, you quickly excavated the common ground to build a solid foundation for friendship - as such, meet-ups like these became a regular thing, switching apartments each time.

"Then, I'll help you out." You proudly confirmed, gesturing to your grand kitchen which was the sole reason you’d brought the place - one of the many things Dick envied about your luxurious living area compared to the standardised version of his own, though on an Officers salary he couldn’t afford something like this.

"Ah (Y/n) no, I can't let you do that!” Came his instant reply, hands waving defensively as he adamantaly brainstormed another excuse. “Plus you'll be working that night."

"True, but that doesn't mean I can't set you up beforehand. We'll start tomorrow, I'll teach you a recipe."

———

As previously planned, Dick turned up at your door rather nervously even though he’d been around you many times - not once had he demonstrated a serious negative flaw to his character in order to impress you, but cooking was one of them and you were about to witness chaos that’d likely dispel any romantic inclination he hoped you held for him.

“Ready?”

“No.”

With a playful laugh, you rolled your eyes and pulled the male into your kitchen noting how he was likely tired from his shift at Blüdhavens Police Department earlier that afternoon so a good meal should do wonders. Maybe it’d give him a better nights sleep too? The acrobat never seemed to obtain many of those for some unknown reason, apparently it’s ‘too noisy’ in the city.

“Oh and you can host in my apartment, it’s bigger and I’ll have all the equipment you need. You already have a spare key anyway.”

“You’re really amazing, I don’t deserve you - y’know that?” There were deeper feelings involved in that seemily offhanded thank you, ones relating to his role as Nightwing and his past mistakes which all remained a hated secret from you.

It started well, Dick following along with ease and you concluded that he picked things up fast with how observant he was which sped up the process. The main course he’d nailed with your guidance and so, you decided to move onto dessert.

“Now we add cocoa powder to th-“ You’d froze, mouth open out of surprise with the substances dusting your lips, cheek and part of your left collar bone - the offender in question mirroring your expression, albeit holding back his laughter due to his colossal misjudgement.

“I - I didn’t think it’d go everywhere when I ripped the packet open...”

“You don’t ever rip the packet, you tear it gently!” Came your dangerously mischievous correction, licking the sweet substance from your lips before flicking the currently non-chocolate brownie covered spoon at him with flecks landing on the side of his face.

“Oh, it’s on!”

This ensued an all out war, the two of you ducking and dodging oncoming attacks as you danced around the kitchen island with varying results of accuracy until Dick decided to slide over the marble surface and capture you in his arms.

His embrace faltered slightly as your back hit the island during your feeble attempt to get away, finding yourself trapped between him and the cool surface too enthralled in the carefree antics to notice the proximity. A beat of silence passed once the atmosphere had settled, Dick releasing a breathy chuckle with his grip around your waist loosening slightly as you looked up with a victorious smirk - he took the opportunity to lean forward slightly as if testing the waters and careful to note any kind of reaction you replied with.

However, there was a lack of trust as all is fair in love and war, hence your devious reasoning to close the gap some more and with the softness of his warm breath dancing on your lips you swiftly leaned past his whilst dragging your tongue across his cheek. Dick pulled back instantly, a mix of disgust and offence in his eyes as you spoke.

“Needs more sugar.”

“I’m sweet enough as it is thank you, you’d know that if you’d have just kissed me instead of betraying me like that!” Dick wittily snapped back, admiring the melodious laughter that escaped you at his response.

“I’m sure you do, speaking of - these brownies should last until the dinner so you won’t have to make them again on the day alright? I’ll get everything ready so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“I guess you’d taste pretty sweet too.” Though referencing your kind nature, you couldn’t help but lightly punch him in the shoulder.

———

Regardless of Dicks wistful prayers, the deadline had finally arrived and his family would be sporadically arriving in a matter of hours - so help him.

"All the ingredients are on the counter - do not use anything else - and I've detailed the instructions on the whiteboard in case you forget anything." You pointed to each item as you spoke, donning a jacket before barely making it past the kitchen doorframe due to your neighbours dramatically desperate pleas.

"Can't you just stay? And do it with me?"

"I have to go to work." You laughed at his antics, the man looking like a lost puppy amidst your vast collection of kitchen utensils.

"Work will survive without you, c'mon you wouldn't lose out on much - I'll even pay for the trouble."

That, truly caused you to hesitate with a look of sheer bemusement, a mischievous glint dancing in your irises that mocked his claim almost as much as your sardonic tone.

"If you truly knew my job and paycheck then you'd take that back.” With that, you were quick to flip to a more cheerful voice as you waved goodbye to a pouting Grayson. “Anyway, you'll be fine and tell me how it went once I get back~"

"Wait (Y/n) h-"

The slam of the front door echoed your departure leaving a Dick feeling more lost than ever, the kitchen seemingly quadrupling in size now.

Bruce arrived first along with Damian, Cass, Duke and Alfred. Then there was Tim who’d apparently travelled from Titans tower and finally Jason who’d sauntered in fashionably late as predicted but only by 5 minutes. Each baffled by the sudden change of location which only intensified when the host brought out plates of home cooked dinner.

"..."

"This... this isn't take out..."

"No, it's actual food.” Dick confirmed almost offended and words laced with a hint of underlying sarcasm. “That I made myself."

"Okay, so uh - is it edible then?" Jason quipped back, smirking at his elder brother in a smug manner that only he could achieve.

"Would you just eat it? I went through a lot of stress and effort for this."

Dick encouraging everyone as he sat down, the action only bemusing the members of his family more as they complied to his wishes with varying degrees of hesitance from each of them. Damian trusted Dick the most, but he patiently waited for his father to finish his mouthful before even touching his own dish.

"Wow, this is incredible, the flavour and everything - Dick what happened to you?!" Duke enthusiastically mocked and continued to devour the meal with a sense of radiance which contrasted to Cassandras pure silence as she savoured every tasteful mouthful.

"Grayson, there is no way you are solely responsible for this cuisine." Damian suspiciously raised a brow at the older hero, tentatively laying his cutlery elegantly on the now clear plate.

"Thank you, and maybe I had some assistance from my neighbour."

“Thank you for dinner Dick, it was surprisingly delicious and please give our thanks to your mysterious friend too.” Bruce knowingly added, proud of his protégés accomplishments - though minor in comparison to Alfreds glowing exterior.

“I told you there was hope Master Bruce.”

"Bro, they left a whole list of instructions so you wouldn't mess up and hey, call if you need anything. Sounds like a plan -" Jason, who had waited until everyone was finished explored your kitchen in hopes of finding some evidence as to who their saviour was.

"Jason no! They're working!"

"It‘s an emergency, you’ve been replaced by a clone with adequate cooking skills!” Tim wittily added once leaning against the kitchen doorframe to observe the scene with Damian inspecting the whiteboard before questioning it’s purpose.

“Why leave this if they couldn't answer then?"

"That's the point, she will answer and I don't want to disturb her right now. They've done enough for me already." Dick painfully sighed, strategically slapping Jason’s phone into the air and catching it with his other hand in one swift motion much to the irritation of the latter.

"Hold up - she?" Duke cut in now, holding his hands out for emphasis and subtlety fishing for elaboration.

"Are you dating...?” Jason hummed, taking a moment to analyse Dicks reaction prior to cementing his assumption. “No, but you want to, right?"

“We are not -“

“You want to date someone?” Cass innocently inquired now walking in with a pile of plates, Bruce and Alfred following in afterwards with clean up of their own.

“I mean I -“

“I’ve seen enough of your crushes to know you have one, you’re already flustered by thinking about them romantically.” Bruce effortlessly deducted, Alfred nodding in agreement whilst commencing the washing up.

“You can’t just call me out like that Bats, after everything with been through too.” Dick feigned betrayal, a hand on his heart whilst Bruce shook his head.

“Oh yeah, how long did he wait for Starfire and Barbara though?” Tim jokingly nudged Jason who chuckled at the small dig, though charismatic and charming - when real feelings were involved, Dick Grayson wasn’t one to straightforwardly act on them.

“Real mature guys.”

“I think you should tell her.” Was the sincere voice of reason, Cassandras kind smile enough to silence the devilish remarks of his brothers who now shrugged in defeat.

“We could help...”

———

Miraculously, you'd attained reservations at the most eloquent restaurant in Gotham, located in the more luxurious district of the wealthy. As a result, it served only the finest gourmet cuisine and had waiting lists longer than any other, so much so that even Bruce Wayne had yet to successfully book a place at the establishment.

You had given him the news when he’d recounted the events of his family dinner (skipping over certain discussions) and how they were grateful for your generosity.

Now, you'd asked Dick for how many he'd like seated at the table so you could finalise the arrangements - he knew you worked there, meaning staff privileges were likely applied in this situation but he was still left speechless.

Gawking at the skyrocketing prices, Dick now understood how much missing one day of work would seriously cost you - he definitely couldn't have afforded your time that night after all.

"So, you say you're paying for this?"

With a painstaking hum of agreement, the eldest nodded with a hint of concern detected on his features, fortunately Bruce had come prepared with his own credit card (just in case). Although his family could be provoking and frivolous toward one another, they were also respectful in situations like these and wouldn't run the bill up too high like certain members would if Bruce had been footing the bill. Dick had a charismatic bond with all of them in that sense.

Meanwhile, you handled everything in your kitchen of organised chaos as the orders came pouring in, including that of Dicks table who you had yet to formerly greet.

"This is cereal..." The head waiter meant it more of a question than a statement, looking to you with upmost uncertainty due to the simplicity of the dish compared to those on your signature menu.

Did they even stock Lucky Charms with the ingredients? The answer was no, you’d intentionally bought them purely for this very day and scenario.

"I know, I know - please serve it to my neighbour on Table 12, he'll get it." You humourously assured the man who seemed to have more to say but didn’t wish to argue with higher authority.

"Ah, Chef..." Your sous chef called moments later, overlooking the scene with mild skeptism before realising the nature of your scheme.

"Hm?"

"You do realise he is currently seated with Mr Bruce Wayne, don't you?" Upon processing that unprecedented information you immediately bolted - hot on the trail of the waiter with a weak promise in your wake.

"What?! I thought he'd bring his friends along not his- oh god, I just sent them cereal- shit, I'll be right back!"

With strategy and precision, you carefully intercepted the tray only seconds before it’d be placed in front of the empty seat of Dick Grayson - the man in question probably taking a bathroom break.

"Aha, pardon me, this was an incorrect order on my part, please forgive the interruption." You bowed with an apology, disappearing in hopes the remainder of the party hadn’t the time to fully decipher the mistake.

Of course, unbeknownst to you, this was a table full of detectives who constantly observed even the most trivial of details.

"Was that... cereal?"

The night followed on as planned, yourself wrapped up in cooking and supervising throughout the night with the only interruption coming from the waiting staff informing you that Table 12 would like to meet the Chef. Such a gesture was commonplace for you, customers regarded as strangers being much less intimidating than your neighbours family - you couldn’t comprehend why, it’s not like you were dating him or anything but their auras just radiated strength.

"Good evening, I'm glad to hear you -" Arriving at the table, you weren’t given the chance to finish before Dick had stood to greet you with a warm smile gently brushing your upper arm once deciding against hugging you out of habit.

"Hey, (Y/n). You didn’t come over this morning, everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's fine Dick I just had to readjust a menu." You waved his worries off with a grateful nod, hands on your hips in accomplishment as you expected to resume natural conversation with him.

"Okay okay, compliments to you, the food was immaculate - but how do you know our brother?" A youthful male bearing a white streak through his hair cut in, genuine sincerity in his tone when offering his praise before incredulously gesturing to Dick.

"He's my neighbour."

"I - he's a what now?" Duke shook his head in disbelief, looking between you both rather unconvinced.

"Are you kidding me Grayson?!" Tim was next, the most exasperated out of the whole table as he pinched the bridge of his nose whilst Dick quizzically scanned each of his company for insight.

"What...?"

"You got cooking lessons from one of the top Chefs in the whole damn country, you're friends with her, and you didn't even know who she was?!" The slimly built youth exclaimed, apparently knowledgeable in regards to the culinary world and had read of your famous reputation.

“(Y/n) (L/n) owns this restaurant Dick. Also, thank for the other week, the recipe was lovely.” Bruce politely added, nodding to you with a smile.

“You didn’t say that, you only said you worked here.” Dick turned to you now, in a feeble attempt to justify his lack of acknowledgment to your renowned status.

“Well, I do. In my defence you never asked, I mean my apartment and kitchen are rather fancy - that didn’t come on minimum wage.” You replied a matter-of-factly with an air of confidence to your voice.

"Are we forgetting that this is also the chef who was going to serve Richard cereal?" At the remark from Duke, a heated flush adorned your skin due to the embarrassment of being caught - the whole table breaking into collective chuckles.

"You were? - Wow that's such a dick move!" Dick was openly laughing at your failed attempt at humour, lightly nudging your side as you pushed him away in playful defence.

"Shut up! I didn't realise you were with your family, or else I wouldn't have done it."

Jason immediately waved that claim off, cheekily smirking at you as he spoke. “Oh no, I'm so glad you did, honestly it's the main reason I like you right now."

“That and you spared us the horror of Graysons cooking.” Damian conviently inputted, conniving grin sent to his favourite brother.

“You’re welcome, ah I apologise but I should get back to work so please excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you all.” Taking a calculating glance over the expanse of exquisite tables and order exchanges you thought it best to return to your duties with a gracious smile and started toward the kitchen.

“Can I drop by tonight, I won’t be able to afford any thank you gifts after this but I’ll bring you a coffee?” Dick cheerily inquired, causing you to spin on your heel with a shy laugh and confirmation of his proposal.

“Don’t worry, this is my treat. You guys don’t have to pay for anything so enjoy the rest of your evening.” With that you were once again swept up into the busy atmosphere beyond the kitchen doors.

The table remained quiet for a few moments, Dick sitting down and looking to them almost as if searching for their impressions of you only to be met with bemused, impressed and mischievous gazes.

Not for you, oh no - these were shamelessly directed at a now enamoured Dick Grayson.

“Please marry her.”

#dick grayson #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #dc #dc imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine

[dailydoseofserotonin]

A New Day, A New Dawn, A New Life

Words: 1,806

Beta: @bambii-brambles

Notes: Alternate Universe. Not really any ships, but some are implied, No Quirks but some people do have abilities

Warnings: Nothing besides Bakugo's language

"Report to your stations immediately. This is not a drill. We are under attack. We are under attack!"

The sound of gunfire and explosions ring out loudly as two boys join hands. Just outside, heroes known as the World's Avengers, are in the process of infiltrating a LOV base in Sokovia. 

Making her way towards the base, Creati crashes against a forcefield, the impact taking her completely by surprised. "Shit!"

"Language!" Reprimands another voice, Lemillion, as he takes down armed men. "Hatsume, what's the view from upstairs?"

"The central building is protected by some kind of energy shield. Imasuji's technology is well beyond any other LOV base we've taken" 

Landing between several men, a blonde man swings his hammer taking out several of them. This is ChargeBolt. "Sero's scepter must be here. Imasuji couldn't mount this defense without it. At long last"

Several feet away another blonde takes out more men. This one is known as DynaMight. Locking his legs around one of the soldiers, he shifts his weight and swings the man off his feet, effectively knocking him unconscious. "At long last” is lasting a little long, idiots"

Taking cover behind a tree, a duo colored hair man fires multiple arrows. "Yeah. I think we lost the element of surprise"

"Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Mirio just said "language?"

 "I know" He sighs as he throws his bike at some soldiers driving up in their truck. "It just slipped out"

Inside the base, Imasuji made his way down towards the science lab. "Who gave the order to attack?"

Following behind him, one of his men answers. "Goto Imasuji, it's the Avengers."

"They landed in the far woods, the perimeter guard panicked."

Cursing under his breath, he turned to the scientist, Kyudai Garaki. "They have to be after the scepter." He then turns back to address one of his men. "Can we hold them?"

"They’re the Avengers!"

Clicking his tongue, he turns away. "Deploy the rest of the tanks."

"Yes, sir."

"Concentrate fire on the weak ones. A hit can make them close ranks." He ordered. As soon as they filed out, he turns his attention back on the scientist. "Everything we've accomplished... But we're on the verge of our greatest breakthrough."

"Then let's show them what we've accomplished. Send out the twins." He says.  There's a certain mad gleam in his eyes. 

"It's too soon."

"It's what they signed up for."

Shaking his head, Imasuji turns away. "My men can hold them." With that said, he makes his way towards the door. Taking the stairs he makes his way to where he knows his men are gathered. Entering the room, he takes a quick survey of the room's occupants, spying the aforementioned twins in the corner. 

Once he's in the middle of the room and has their attention, he clears his throat. "We will not yield. They sent their circus freaks to test us. We will send them back in bags. No surrender!"

"No surrender!" They echo. 

Quietly, so as to not draw any attention to himself, he turns to Garaki behind and whispers. "I am going to surrender. You will delete everything. If we give the heroes the weapons, they may not look too far into what we've been--"

"The twins." Garaki interrupts. 

"They are not ready to take on--"

"No, no. I mean... " He points to where said twins were standing, but are now gone. "Twins."

Back outside, Shoto continues to take out armed men. Just as he goes to fire another shot, lined perfectly at the enemy's bunker, his arrow is snatched right out of the air the minute he releases it. "What the.. " Frowning, he repeats the motion and fires another shot only for the same thing to happen again, however this time a teenage boy saunters onto the field, his arrow in hand. He then winks and before he knows it he's knocked on his back, the wind successfully knocked out of him. 

Smirking, the boy looks down at him as he goes by. "You didn't see that coming?" He taunts and then speeds off once more as Shoto quickly rights himself to fire another shot at him. 

Rocked from the hit and the boy's sudden emergence, he doesn't see the enemy fire coming until it's too late. 

"Peppermint!" Off to the side, Bakugo quickly runs over as his friend goes down. 

Not too far from them, Mirio also gets knocked flat by the same speedster. "We have an enhanced in the field." He relays to the others, a bit dazed. 

"Shoto's hit!" Bakugo yells, dragging him away from the bunker firing at them. "Somebody want to deal with that damn bunker?" Immediately after he voices this, a hulking mass of muscles barrels into said bunker, taking it out. "Fucking thanks"

As Mirio exchanges blows with the soldiers, he glances in the general direction to where he knows Creati is. "Momo, we really need to get inside."

"I'm closing in." She says, engaged with the enemy. "Hatsume, am I...closing in? Do you see a power source for that shield?"

"There's a particle wave below the north tower." 

"Great, I wanna poke it with something." As he says this he fires at the forcefield, successfully bringing it down. "Drawbridge is down, people."

"The enhanced?" Kaminari questions as he lands besides Mirio, his landing creating a small seismic event that knocks nearby soldiers off their feet. 

"He's a blur. All the new player's we've faced, I've never seen this. In fact, I still haven't."

"Shoto's hit pretty bad. Fuck, we're gonna need evac." Bakugo relays over the comms.

"I can get Todoroki to the jet. The sooner we're gone the better. You and Momo secure the scepter." Says Kaminari. 

As they converse, reinforcements make their way closer towards them. 

"Copy that"

Gesturing towards the incoming soldiers, he cocks his head. "It looks like they're lining up."

Shrugging his shoulders, he glances their way. "Well, they're excited." 

Twirling his hammer around, Kaminari jumps into the air then slams it down on Mirio's shield with his hammer. The resulting wave from the joint attack knocks the soldiers off their feet and destroys in the incoming tank. 

Twirling his hammer once more, he addresses Mirio. "Find the scepter." He says as he flies off. 

"And for gosh sake, watch your language!"

Sighing, he looks to his feet. "That's not going away anytime soon."

Entering the LOV base, Momo makes her way through as soldiers immediately begin firing at her. "Please, stop, we can talk this through. As she says this, she knocks them out with explosives from her suit. "It was a good talk."

One of the men groans. "No it wasn't"

Typing away at his computer is Garaki. Clearly he's attempting to clean everything from the system before the heroes get to it, but he's intercepted by Momo who shoots him down. 

Stepping out of her suit, she walks over to the computer the man was working at. "Sentry mode" She orders as she looks over the files on screen. "Okay, Hatsume. You know I want it all. Make sure you copy it to Ashido at HQ."

"We're locked down out here." Bakugo says, as he surveys their surroundings.

"Then get to Kirishima, time for a lullaby." Mirio answers. 

Back inside the base, Momo continues looking around the room. "I know you're hiding more than files. Hey, H, give me an IR scan of the room, real quick."

"The wall to your left...I'm reading steel reinforcement... and an air current."

She makes her way over towards the wall, mumbling to herself as she goes. "Please be a secret door, please be a secret door, please be a secret door…" She pushes and the wall opens up. "Yay!" 

Back outside, Bakugo makes his way towards Red Riot. "Hey, shitty hair. The sun's getting real fucking low." 

He scowls at him as Bakugo kneels in front of him and puts out his hand. He regards his hand warily, before reaching out to touch it.  Bakugo then begins to stroke his palm slowly, smirking a bit as he calms down. 

Pulling his hand away, he stumbles as he begins to shift back into Kirishima. Still smirking, Bakugo watches as he stumbles away. 

Inside the base, Mirio encounters Imasuji. "Imasuji Goto. LOV's number one thug."

"Technically, I'm a thug for HPSC" He answers back with a smirk.

"Well then technically you're unemployed. Where's Sero's scepter?"

"Don't worry, I know when I'm beat. You'll mention how I cooperated, I hope." As he speaks, his eyes leaves Mirio's form for a second to something behind him before locking back unto him. 

"I'll put it right under illegal human experimentation" He says, unaware of the approaching figure behind him. "How many are there?" He's then blasted into the wall. Scrambling to his feet, his eyes lock unto the boy's own as he quickly leaves, sealing the door shut behind him. "We have a second enhanced. Male. Do not engage."

"You'll have to be faster than--" He's cut off as he's knocked out by Mirio's shield. 

"And I got Imasuji."

"Yeah, I got... something bigger." Inside the hidden room, she's found a variety of technology, as well as recovered artifacts from the Battle of New York, including a gigantic Nomu leviathan and some of it's scrapped armor. She then spots the scepter. "Kaminari, I got eyes on the prize."

The same figure who attacked Mirio from before creeps up behind Momo. As soon as he gets close to her, he raises his hand to her head and curls his fingers, releasing a sort of energy that creeps into Momo's mind, turning her irises red briefly. Quickly he steps away. 

Blinking rapidly, Momo shakes her head as if to clear her mind. When she glances up once more, the corpse suddenly comes to life and lunges at her. Flinching, she squeezes her eyes shut in reflex. After a few seconds, she opens them again to find her friends laid out before her, dead. Walking closer towards their corpse, she kneels beside Mirio, horror frozen upon his dead face. Suddenly, as if out of a horror film, he grabs her wrist and they lock gazes. "You… could've.. saved us.." Turning away from his body, she looks up to see Nomu's invading Earth, but it all melts away as she's snapped back into reality. 

Unbeknownst to her, off to the side are the twins, who watch as she calls her armor towards her to surround her fist. 

Stepping forward to stop her, the taller of the two is stopped as his brother raises his hand against his chest. "We're just gonna let them take it?" He questions, frustrated. 

Not answering, the brother simply smiles to himself as Momo takes the scepter. 

To be continued…

#midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugou #bhna deku #kirishima ejirou #momo yaoyorozu #mirio toogata #kaminari denki #shinso hitoshi #todoroki shōto #shindo yo #overhaul

[lunarxdaydream]

The soft ring of the Atlantian device echoed throughout the apartment, Selestiana eagerly awaiting for the woman's face to appear on the screen. She couldn't believe it, her brother had actually done it! And now she was even more curious as to how it was for Bella. The moment the video call was accepted, a grin breaks out across painted lips as vivid eyes gleam excitedly. "Oh Bella! I just heard the good news! You and Sebastian have taken the next step and I'm just so happy for you two!" A deep breath taken, purple irises glancing around her for but a moment before leaning in and softly asking, "so, how was it?"

“… no good …” Bella mutters as she lowered the page back onto the stack on the table. Glasses pushed up, she massages the bridge of her nose. This was getting her nowhere. Try as she might, the mind simply refused to focus. Her heart refusing to still when his caress still haunts her skin. It still seemed like a dream that anything of the sort had happened between them. And perhaps it was a blessing in disguise he had returned home. Who knows how much of her work would be left to pile up? “—Not that it’s happening now …”

Maybe she needed to get some air. Walk outside, grab some coffee. Buy a few things. Something to distract her – but the sound of a familiar ring is enough to pull Bella back from the keys hanging on the wall. Clear on the screen is Selestiana’s picture. Beauty and grace immortalized with those bright eyes. Ah, this is perfect! Chatting with her always did entertain Bella!

“Selestiana, what a –” Alas the words die on her tongue as the Atlantian proceeds to share what must have been an earlier discussion with Sebastian. Red is quick to bloom across fair features; hands pressing to her cheeks in embarrassment. Part of her even contemplates just hiding from the video call but those eyes of hers – so joyful and eager – and with the question posed afterward practically cause a burst of laughter to break free.

Had her brothers known about it, excited would not be the term she’d associate.

Oh how her heart softens again. With features to match, Bella is unable to hide how much it meant. “… It was ... perfect.” Shoulders relax as elbows fell to rest on the edge of the table. Maybe it was inappropriate to talk to his sister about this ... but in so many ways, Bella felt close to her. Confided in her as though she were always part of her family. So ... there is nothing wrong ... right?

"I was a little nervous because ... well -- you know how Sebastian is. Sometimes he doesn't speak about what he's thinking and ... I was afraid that maybe he didn't feel ... the same." In fact it was a fear that had often replayed whenever they were close. Was she too affectionate? Did he feel pressured into holding her hand? Was he okay with her kissing him in public or any other venue?

"But Selestiana ... -- he really was perfect. He was so loving ... and gentle. It feels like a dream that we even took that step. All the love he has for me ... it's more than what I could have imagined ..."

|| @cxrsedsouls ||

#( Bella || answered ) #cxrsedsouls #( ahhhhhhhh i'm just an absolute softie for these two and i love how much Bella trusts Selestiana too! )

[kiyoomiee]

Submit To Me || Jeon Jungkook

Submit to Me ⟶ [ 2/ ? ]

⟶ genre: wolf au / enemies-to-lovers / fluff / slow burn

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ words: 2k

⟶ sypnosis: Being an omega isn’t easy, you're surrounded by judging eyes and a lot of streotypes. Being an omega isn't easy, especially when your rival is a pure breed alpha named Jeon Jungkook.

⟶ warnings: alpha!JK, omega!Reader, language, consumption of alchohol and weed, a lot of fighting, mutual pining, communication problems, degrading words

⟶ disclaimer: this is a product of my imagination. this is my first post so please bear with the mistakes and grammatical errors, English is not my first language

PART 1 // PART 2

Jungkook’s lips felt soft against yours. Though it tasted like alcohol, it didn’t stop you from wrapping your arms around his nape just to deepen the kiss. The way his tongue explored your mouth was nothing compared to what you experienced from your past relationship. You surrendered yourself completely and kissed him back, hoping that it would take all the pain and frustration that you felt.

“You’re such a tease Y/N. You’re torturing the shit out of me right now.” He was sucking and biting harshly on one part of your neck that you were sure it would totally leave a mark. His irises were in a deep shade of red, a sign that his wolf was taking over.

His hands slid down all the way from your back until it reached your ass. You yelped when Jungkook grabbed your bottoms only to pull you up. Your phone made a sound when it fell on the floor but you didn't care. You and your hands were too focused on roaming Jungkook's shoulders and pulling the strands of his soft curly hair.

You almost whined when Jungkook broke the kiss only to lick and attack your neck. His sudden action caused you to moan and your nails scratched his tattooed arm involuntarily, causing him to hiss. He returned the favor by putting a hand to your waist only to grip it tightly.

“A-Ah shit. Fuck you, Jungkook.”

He chuckled dangerously. Jungkook continued his work on your neck. He ran his fangs on your clavicle causing you to jolt against him as your eyes almost reached the back of your head.

You couldn't think straight anymore and neither could he. Your wolf chanted Jungkook's name over and over, you were starting to give in.

But something felt wrong. Yes, there was something far worse than having Jungkook's tongue down your throat right now. Your body felt hot and your vision started to blur.

"Jungkook wait. Stop." You weakly pushed his chest and gripped his arms tightly to get him back to his senses. He was breathing heavily against your skin when his red eyes slowly turned back into it’s natural brown color.

"Y/N what's-- Fuck!" Jungkook cursed loudly when you passed out against his chest. It took him awhile to get back to his senses but when he finally did he carried you and put you down on his bed.

He stared at you for a moment, realizing what you two just did. His wolf was taking over him when he saw you at the dancefloor. The way you looked and smelled was the last straw. The amount of alcohol he consumed was partly to blame. Jungkook wanted you to submit to him when he pinned you against the wall. He wanted to dominate every part of you so bad that he lost control.

A part of him felt guilty. He knew you were drugged judging by how dilated your pupils were when he looked into your eyes. His plan was to keep you safe yet he took advantage of your current state. He clenched his teeth and kept in mind to punish Taehyung for giving you that cookie.

Jungkook looked away and sighed. He walked straight into his bathroom and turned the water on.

After all that has happened he needed a cold bath to calm him down and help him think straight.

The heat of the sun on your skin is what got you groaning in the early morning. The sudden pain that you felt on your abdomen made you breathe erratically. The beads of sweat on your body irritated you even more. Your lashes slowly fluttered when you finally opened your eyes.

The memories of what happened last night were faint in your head. If the headache that you felt right now wasn’t enough to make you remember then the alpha beside you probably will.

The view made it harder for you to breathe. Beside you was Jeon Jungkook who’s upper body was on full display, gray sweatpants were the only thing that was covering the lower part of his body.

So many thoughts filled your mind, the thought of you two having sex was no exception cause you couldn’t find the clothes you wore last night and your undergarments were only covered by a large white shirt that reached your knees. Surely I would remember if we had sex right? I’m sure Jungkook isn’t the type to make a woman forget. Should I wake him up and ask him to do it again--

And that exact thought was the part that got you running to his bathroom and locking yourself in. Your whole body felt hot. You were thinking about Jungkook, you were ready to pounce at him even. Your abdomen hurts like hell.

You were in heat.

A female’s heat comes every month and lasts for about a week. The heat of males lasts the same but it only comes once a month during winter, which is mating season. You despised it. It's so unfair and it tortures every part of your being. You knew your heat was coming but you never expected it to happen today, especially with an alpha close by. You took every bit of restraint and self respect that you had just to keep yourself locked up and not throw yourself at Jungkook.

Oh Goddess. You called out, hoping that she would prevent you from losing your mind.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes opened quickly when the strong scent of vanilla and lavender filled his lungs. He didn't even bother to stretch his limbs just to find where the sweet smell was coming from.

His lips parted when his brown orbs were slowly turning red, his wolf wanted to take over and he knew exactly why. Any wolf nearby could tell that you were in heat, alpha's most likely. Since alphas and omegas are "destined for each other" they are the ones that are most likely affected when sensing heat.

Jungkook was frustrated that you weren't in his pack, the mind link would surely help to check if you were okay. Atleast she had the decency to lock the door, he thought. Because if you didn't, you two would probably end up in a situation you'll both regret.

For the first time in his life Jungkook didn't know what to do. He just stood in front of his bathroom door as thoughts filled his mind. He badly wanted to help you through your heat yet one wrong move, the everything will be even more complicated than before. It's the heat that's making me like this. The heat. Yes, it's the heat.

Maybe fate was playing with the two of you. You despised one another yet you can't help but to attract each other.

You on the other hand, gathered all the might and courage that you had. Jungkook was startled and took a few steps back when you suddenly opened the door. You didn't even bother to look at him and just focused on finding your things and go. You were panicking inside your head, the clothes that you wore last night were neatly folded on the table beside his king sized bed yet it immediately crumpled when you gathered it without any care. Your main priority was to get out of there immediately yet you couldn't stop yourself from asking Jungkook what happened.

"Jungkook, about last night--" You tried to speak but he immediately cut you off.

"Last night was a mistake Y/N."

Your eyes met his brown orbs that held the same emotion the first time you interacted with him. It was cold, so cold.

"Of course it was. But.. did something happen? Between us?" You asked cautiously.

Jungkook let out the fakest laugh you ever heard as he crossed his arms on his chest.

"Really Y/N? Did you really think that something will ever happen between us?"

"What's with the attitude? How the fuck am I supposed to know? You tell me Jeon, why else would I be wearing your fucking shirt right now?" Your blood was starting to boil because of anger.

"Because you made a fucking mess on your clothes! You really shouldn't be drinking Y/N you know why? Cause your weak ass can't handle simple alcohol. I did you a fucking favor and you're not even a part of my pack." He growled, emphasizing his last statement.

"So that's what this is about? You being a little bitch cause I won't bow down to you? Well guess what? I never will cause submitting to an alpha like you would only prove that I'm weak. I'm glad that I'm not a part of your pack. Anyone would be unlucky to have someone like you as their alpha." You attempted to leave but he caught your wrist before you even made a move.

"Oh yeah? Is that why you had your tongue down on my throat last night? Tell me Y/N, if you hate me so much then why the fuck did you kiss me back?" Jungkook smirked when you were caught off guard by his question.

"It was a mistake Jungkook. We were both drunk." You looked away and refused to look at his eyes. Restraining yourself was already difficult but he made it even harder the moment he touched your wrist.

"I'm pretty sure that you enjoyed it though." You were sure that he knows you're on your heat yet he's pushing both of your patience and limits.

Both of you turned your head's when you heard the sound of Jimin's voice behind Jungkook's door.

"Kook? Who do you have in there? You do know it's dangerous to have an unmarked female that's in heat in a house that has 3 alpha's with no mates right?" Jimin's concerned voice was very clear.

It's a good thing that Jimin's a beta. He could sense the different scents around him yet unlike alpha's, he doesn't go crazy when he smells a female wolf in heat.

Jimin didn't expect to see the two of you when he opened the door. Heck, he knew that you two couldn't stay in the same room without fighting. The sight in front of him made his jaw drop almost instantly. Your cheeks were in a shade of bright red and Jungkook was clearly restraining his wolf. Both of you showed too much skin and the smell of sexual tension was very clear in the air.

When the door was wide open now, you took it as an opportunity to finally leave. But Jungkook’s voice made you stop your tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m going somewhere where you’re not around.”

“Really? Wearing that? Do you need me to remind you that I’m not the only alpha in house and in this city?” He mocked.

“Oh god! Jimin? A little help here?!” You cried in frustration and you raised your brows at your best friend.

“Okay I’m confused as fuck but I have to side with Jungkook for this one. He’s right Y/N. It’s dangerous for you to go out in that state. How about you go to my room and I’ll go run for some heat suppressants?” 

You parted your lips, trying to make up words to say something but nothing came out of your mouth.

"Don't argue with me on this one Y/N."

You sighed and nodded your head in defeat. His idea was the best one to be used so that you could avoid problems.

But deep down inside you knew you couldn’t stay still and just wait for Jimin to come back, especially with Jungkook around You wanted to get out, the sooner the better.

#moonsunlights #madygswich #jungkook #bts #omega #alpha #bts ff #fanfiction #wolf #au #enemies to lovers #wolf au #fluff