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pixiesndberries · 4 months

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —

a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !

☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !

━ REQUESTED BY : none

━⁠ WARNINGS : none

ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!

GOJO SATORU, as your husband !

• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.

Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —

"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.

"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡

Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.

Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.

I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.

2:32 pm

gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.

gojo : [sent an attachment]

gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️

2:40 pm

you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻

gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏

you : that's a photo of your feet.

Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.

Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.

okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.

"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.

in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.

Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —

; gojosatoru

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bradshawssugarbaby · 3 months

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Could you do, "They told me you left." With captain syverson, please? ❤️

of course babe! xo

You heard a deep, gruff sounding Southern accent drawl out your name, causing you to spin around on your heels, turning to face the man the voice belonged to. You raised an eyebrow upon realizing it was Luke Syverson, the last person you ever expected to see here. "They told me you left. Yesterday morning, actually," you said softly, your eyes fixated on him, committing his face to memory in case this impromptu reunion is the last of its kind. "I did, sort of," Luke nodded, taking his sunglasses off and resting them atop his head. He looked around outside, frowning as he noticed the expression on your face, "I figured you'd be happy to see me though." "I would be under any normal circumstances, but the fact that you're not on the plane to Iraq right now tells me either something is wrong, or you didn't get medical clearance to go back over." "Something is wrong, I'll give ya that much." "Care on sharing it with the rest of the class, Luke? Or just gonna keep it to yourself and let me guess?" Luke's lips curled up into a mischievous grin. He shook his head with laughter as he looked at you, his blue eyes meeting your gaze for a split second before breaking contact. He shrugged his large, burly shoulders before continuing. "I mean, it's not like anyone's gonna die over it serious. Just...I needed to tell ya something." "I'm listening." "Look, Sugar, I like you. I don't tend to like too many people, I'm sure everyone's told ya. But, I like you. I don't go handin' out nicknames to just anyone. I've been callin' ya Sugar for months now. Don't ya think that means somethin'?" "It means you like me enough to give me a pet name, so what? My best friend and I call each other "babe" all the time." Luke let out a frustrated, strangled sounding groan as he shook his head again. He held out his large hands in front of him, gesturing for you to stop for a moment so he could recollect his thoughts. "Let me try again, ok? I like ya, Sugar. I want to see where things go for us. I managed to extend my leave by a few weeks. I'm not needed over there just yet, and when I found out, the first thing I wanted to do was see ya, see that pretty lil' face of yours and hold ya close, that kinda thing. That's not how I normally am with people, you know?" "Luke, are you trying to ask me out?" "Trying and not succeeding, yeah." "Yes." "Yes?" Luke raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Sugar, I'm not following ya." "Yes, I'll go out with you, Luke," you said with a laugh, shaking your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down for a kiss. Luke wrapped his strong arms around you tightly, his lips finding yours in a hungry, passionate kiss. His beard tickled your lip as your tongues became entangled with one another, the fiery heat between the two of you burning brighter and hotter with every passing second. You'd been wanting this, longing for it and dreaming of it for weeks since you were introduced to him by a mutual friend at a barbecue earlier this summer.

Luke had come home on leave, and not having a family to come home to, his high school best friend, who had married your own best friend while Luke was deployed overseas, had invited the two of you over for dinner one night. Drinks were shared, stories told, and sparks flew instantly. Luke, to his credit, had been nervous about starting anything with someone, unsure how long of a stay stateside he'd get to have before being called back. However, the chemistry between you both was too much for anyone to deny. You'd let him go, not wanting to create issues for him while he was away, but knowing that you'd spend every day waiting for a friendly teasing email from him, signed off with a flirty little salutation at the end. Now, however, Luke was yours. You had a few weeks to prepare yourself before seeing him off, but, you knew that you'd savour every moment together - making it impossible this time for either of you to leave without needing to say goodbye.

#captain syverson #capt. syverson #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x you #capt. syverson x you #capt. syverson x reader #henry cavill characters

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sadtonight · 1 year

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"Away, away my thoughts go"

Summary: getting lost in thoughts is nothing out of the ordinary for you: your mind slipping away from reality that is surrounding you while doing mundane things. It's best if he keeps you grounded, else you might fly away into the skies;

Characters: Riddle, Vil, Epel, Idia, Lilia;

Warnings: implications of unspecified mental illness, reader is gender neutral, established romantic relationships;

Side notes: another self indulgent one, I underestimated my capabilities a bit so the work came two days late ha ha. I've edited the notes for the third time and I don't know what to put here! Enjoy? Get better? It's not as bad as it might seem, try to fixate on the positive moments that are happening now instead the ones that occur in your head, my own advice.

Riddle

— honestly, Riddle did give you benefit of the doubt when you seemed a bit lost by assuming that you are just busy or still yet to get accustomed to Night Raven College. However he undeniably finds it mildly infuriating. Why are you not listening to him anymore? Just so you know, it's mannerless to lose focus in the middle of conversation! Your boyfriend can always come back to what he was talking about, but not all people are willing to do so. Riddle worries about your absentminded attitude, so he directly confronts you;

— at first he didn't sound all that receptive: Riddle, in his usual way, started from matter-of-fact speech only to drop it upon seeing your visibly getting distant, as if you were told off. The red haired boy signed and broke an eye contact he was maintaining so you wouldn't feel so tense and asked if anything was distracting you or if you needed his help. Despite not looking at your boyfriend's face anymore, you could tell that the last phrases sounded a bit stained. Riddle did care about your mental well-being, so instead off brushing it off you shared what you were comfortable with;

— Riddle could relate to your dissociation, but it gave him more anxiety than reassurance: he remembers his times back at home, locked in a room with complicated books pilling up from the floor to the ceiling, dreaming of eating sweets and playing outside with Chenya and Trey again, only to come back to reality and try to get rid of the pesky thoughts that got in the way of his studies. His heart aches when he thinks about negative experience that you could've gone through;

— the very next day, red haired has went straight to the library to get his hands on as much as textbooks as he could handle. Articles that described how to keep grounded were real life savers. Riddle used to do homework with you now and then, but this time it's a permanent activity, especially everything related to memorization and math. Your boyfriend knows he can be scary when he gets carried away with studies, meaning that you get special treatment from Riddle, him being more lax and also showing how proudly smiling and praising you when you succeed;

— something Riddle also took a great liking to is trying new different tea blands and sweets in the secluded area of the Heartslabyul maze garden. Red haired boy tells you to describe the taste, smell, texture and colours of the food. Riddle became generally more attentive of you, thinking about new positive memories he wanted to make with you so that you would spend more time with him instead of somewhere far away, in the back of your mind.

Vil

— the celebrity always had to keep himself together despite whatever challenges and whims life throws at him. And naturally, the beautiful male had not-so-beautiful things to share like any other human being and you were amongst the few people he could feel relaxed enough to tell you his worries. Although, recently your boyfriend had started to suspect that his dear lacks a healthy amount of concentration, and not only in regards him but the world around;

— so being a proper partner he has made up his mind to see what was the case: Vil summoned you to his room under the guise of trying out new beauty product that appeared on the market. The tall male sat you on the chair before the vanity while standing behind you, pretending to be busy, and begun talking about the product, gradually shifting to saying outright nonsense to see how would you react. And unfortunately you didn't show confusion or surprise: you only slightly nodded and hummed, signing that you were in fact hearing Vil, however not listening to what he was saying;

— all of the sudden you were snapped back to reality by your face being turned to the side to meet magnificent, amethyst eyes that had disappointment reflected from their owner. Vil expectantly made a remark that sounded more like a plea: did something bother you or did he need to work on your focusing;

— after being cornered like that, you had no choice but to confirm your boyfriend's suspicions. Now healthy amount of self introspection is always welcome but your introspection are borderline hurtful, that's what Vil believed anyways. Beautiful male would attempt to find the root of the problem as to why do you slip away, but if you wish to withhold that information he won't pry, although he hopes you can tell him one day;

— Vil decides to help you with concentration the very same day. One of the ways that helps him to keep himself grounded is by doing exercises or practising dance movements, meaning that you will start participate alongside. Not only will it better your blood circulation but also will help you train your muscle memory and attention to details. Additionally, it's a great way to organically include you into his busy lifestyle and equally great excuse to get to touch you a bit more than Vil usually is able to.

Epel

— the boy notices how forgetful you tend to be before getting into the relationship with him. But as time passed, Epel realised you also space out a lot whenever you two are hanging out. His first reaction was to find fault in himself: Epel didn't consider himself to be a capable man for you, but he was selfish enough to crave your love and affection. Could it be that, just maybe, you grew bored of petite boy or found someone better...?

— lavender haired sulks throughout the week, until one day during the lunch break worried Jack tells him to spill the beans. Following brief explanation, beastman suggested that instead of Epel being the problem you could have a lot on the plate, but not wanting to burden your boyfriend and deal on your own. This revelation sprung Epel into action, with him hastily excusing himself and getting from his seat rushing out of dinning hall, typing you to meet him;

— your boyfriend awkwardly stood before you, hands tangling behind his back, head hanging low: he was clearly debating on how to approach the issue, finally meeting your eyes with newfound confidence. Not without stumbling through the words, Epel questioned all sorts of things that could be the case for your dissociation. Since your boyfriend had caught on, you decided to let him on about your "habits";

—it's... hard for Epel to relate, however he tries his very best to do so. Even if his initial guesses turned out to be false, lavender haired boy still set his mind on working to better himself in the relationship department. It's okay, because you can rely on him: Epel will always remind you of everything you need to be reminded of! To eat drink or have a small snack (if you don't mind apples you are never out of apple based foods), to change clothes that correspond to current weather outside, to do your college assignments which he could hypothetically help you with or at least do them together, to take care of your appearance by supplying you with different beauty products from Vil etc;

— to keep you grounded, Epel often tells you about types and sorts of apples and gives you them to see, smell, touch and taste. After that, he asks you if you remember the names, the colours and tastes of each separate type. Your boyfriend lights up when you get the correct answers, not getting frustrated if you don't remember everything — the boy is very proud of you for making progress all the same.

Idia

— you both are not the chaty-est couple out there, which made it harder to spot if something was amiss with you. Idia actually became aware of the fact when you were playing video games together by observing how sometimes you would just stand in one place or stall in the inventory menu for a while;

— your boyfriend began wondering if you didn't like the games or found them unengaging, but soon he saw the same thing happening when you were watching movies or anime. Blue flamed male debated whether to do something or just leave you be, maybe that's just how you were. It didn't let Idia focus on his projects or hobbies and Ortho made it worse by listing problems you could potentially suffer from, trying to encourage his older brother to take action;

— ugh, it's really humiliating for Idia to confront you like that, what questions he should ask anyway? By pure miracle you somehow put together what Idia was trying to convey, so you let your boyfriend on what was the situation. After listening to you, he closed his eyes for a moment. Look, Idia gets you very well, maybe too well for his own liking. However, you have so much stuff awaiting you out there, unlike him who is stuck being the Shroud. To drag you down with him to the bottom of the underworld was never an option: you mustn't suffer like him nor you mustn't lock into your own mind;

— your boyfriend wants to support you as much as he can, though only as far as his comfort zone goes. Idia didn't need to go further than his own dorm thankfully, because one of the activities that helped ground himself were engineering. Cold metal tools, weird texture of materials, the smell of plastic etc. You don't necessarily need to be a pro or something —genius male won't make you do complicated stuff, it's not like there is some existing challenge. Due to aforementioned quality, your boyfriend can bite with words painfully at times so Ortho is there to defuse the situation;

— lanky male tries to be a bit more physical with you, like touching your shoulder when he sees you staring into nothingness or awkwardly sets his slander hand on your thigh when the two of you play video games. Idia is not all too pleased but if it helps you keep your mind here somehow....

Lilia

— hellooo, Twisted Wonderland to his distracted mortal beloved. Lilia can be extremely perspective when he wishes to be, and so prior to you getting together, while the bat had been courting you, he noticed how your mind could wander somewhere else. He understands: you also must have a long history just like Lilia. Sometimes he snapped you back to reality, sometimes he started to reminisce about his own past, saying sotto voce, vague remarks that you usually didn't catch on;

— but what worried your boyfriend was the fact that you were so young yet dwelled on whatever occupied your mind. You would occasionally skip meals and forget to bring textbooks, notes and stationary supplies to classes. Lilia had experienced the same, many times, but he has lived for decades and his memory gets blurry over time. You have to be pulled out of your daydreams or else the fae will lose you — like a candle, you will melt before his very eyes. Experiencing real life sensations what makes one feel alive, Lilia knows that personally, though he doubts you would appreciate real battles for life that he has been forced to go through frequently during his war general days;

— no matter the reason for your condition, Lilia won't pry into your personal life unless you tell him. That's why he never really had a talk with you, opting for leading you straight to the point. Playful old bat flicked his fingers before your face or scared you when slipped from the conversation, popped out of nowhere and dropped his oversized jacket onto your shoulders when it got colder and you forgot to bring something warm, pulled out your college utensils from thin air when you swore you lost them somewhere in your room-

— at any rate, Lilia became very clingy all of the sudden: now short male holds your hand or hangs on your arm all the time. You don't have a chance to get used to the weight pulling your arm because he specifically drags your limb differently every day. Another weird habit that Lilia took up was to constantly make stupid jokes. He doesn't stop at the unfunny ones, no, he continues until you smile or better yet — laugh. Your boyfriend wants you to come back to him, to where he could reach you and where he could bring you as much joy as he possibly could so you wouldn't escape to dreamlands again.

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #idia shroud x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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ru1-png · 2 years

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Late Night In Shibuya

. . . Content Desc ~ ꒰⸝⸝◡.◡꒱

⤳ IM ON A BIT OF A WRITING GRIND AFTER SOMEONE LEFT SUCH A NICE REPOST OF THE LAST FIC SO LET'S GO!! (woohoo to productive days!!) . . . LOADING . . . ୭ .｡* ramuda amemura & reader raid a convenience store at 2 am " ｡.｡ this is a . . . regular ol' funky fic, no relationship, rather ramuda is your best friend !! .｡*ﾟ+ TW + info : none ! honestly after the last post i just felt like writing something chill, so. . . if you're expecting anything crazy to happen (other than literally ramuda being here) then that won't be happening this time !! WORD COUNT : 2010 (it's 1am why must i do this to myself)

BRO I HAVE LITERALLY BEEN FIXATED ON THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG !!! like, i love the idea of doing the funkiest stuff ever with ramuda, and honestly just being a menace<3 . . . BUT LET'S GET INTO IT !!! ENJOY ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎

People have always told you that you tend to be quite the night owl, always getting lost in new ideas or projects you felt you wanted to take on. Away from the world in your own little wonderland almost as you'd be in your room doing just about anything for hours at a time. It would just so happen to be the middle of the night when you suddenly noticed the time.

What did today's idea happen to be? Well, you had actually decided on something quite different to do. You had recently taken up a slight hobby of photographing streets and other things worth your attention all around Shibuya during your daily commute. You had gone home today and realized it would seem quite fun to draw some of the things you spotted.

"I don't have much experience with drawing but... maybe I can find some inspiration for a decent technique to use?" You begin pondering to yourself the many possibilities as to how this could turn out. In a blink of an eye, just as just about any other time, you were already in front of your apartment.

Once you finally arrive home, you place all of your photos down on your desk. Reaching for a pencil, you begin tapping it against the wood of the desk, or more or so your new lab where you plan on experimenting with any unique drawing ideas that pop into your head.

As you tinker away at your desk, as always, time passes by. You seem to be lost in your own little world, not letting even the slightest interruption in, one of which that you don't notice being your phone ringing. Without someone physically there to bring you out of your constant state of focus as you continue drawing. In the blink of an eye, the sun hides away over the tall building surrounding your apartment which is oh so small in scale, and the moon appears, shedding its light all over Shibuya.

You are suddenly snapped out of your trance by a slight vibration from your phone which had paused the music you were playing. You quickly blink as you're brought back to your senses, turning to the small device to your right, you pick it up and the screen lights up. You are then reminded of the true amount of time you were lost in your little wonderland. 2:34 AM...

"Oh damn... I must have lost track of time again" You sigh to yourself, but then let out a small chuckle, "I guess I shouldn't take so many pictures next time, wouldn't want to be sitting there for even longer if it wasn't for my phone. Speaking of that, who texted me?"

You proceed to open up the notifications bar to see you have not only received a few texts, but you just happened to miss 6 calls aswell... from none other than Ramuda. Ramuda always happened to be really persistent when he wanted your attention, him being one of your closest friends made it impossible to not show him the attention he is looking for. You can't even tell for yourself, even now years after meeting Ramuda why you took such an interest in him and became as close as you are now to the boy. You just know one thing for sure, he is definitely someone who catches your interest, something special about him that draws you in closer to want to be surrounded by such a presence.

"Crap! I hope he didn't need to tell me something super important... do I call him back even this late? I mean, he could totally still be up around now as he often is but I wouldn't want to be rude calling him so late..." You begin rambling to yourself before you are once again caught off guard by another notification on your phone, you choose to read it.

Ramuda☆

Y/N!!! R u like dead or something??? I'm bored soooo.... (assuming you're up lol) I'M OUTSIDE YOUR HOUSE!! Come outside if ur awake \[^◡^]/

You had no choice but to be at the mercy of the tiny menace, especially when he was bored. You were no stranger of course to the amazing adventures that you and Ramuda could get up too when you both had too much energy and too much time to pair.

"So that's what he wanted... guess I shouldn't keep him waiting, it's not like I have anything better to do" You think to yourself as you begin to get a sweater on to fight off the slight evening breeze. To not keep Ramuda waiting, you open your windows to look down on the sidewalk, where you'd assume Ramuda would be waiting. Just as you thought, opening the window and feeling a slight cold breeze hit you, you spot the pink haired boy standing below your window, lollipop in hand.

"Hey Ramuda!" You call out to get his attention.

He suddenly perks his head up to look at you, and his face lights up yet... he seems to have yet another mischievous look on his face.

"Y/n, hey~! You took sooo long, leaving little ol' me out here in the dead of night, how mean~." He teases at you.

"Well then, 'little ol' you' should have just come inside and knocked on the door!" You return with another tease as you then return inside to quickly slip your shoes on and leave to catch up wtih Ramuda. After finally making it downstairs, you are greeted by a sudden hug from the pink haired boy,

"You seem mushy tonight Ramuda, something up? ... Why are you even out at this time?" You ask him.

"Well... I can't say for sure why I'm up! I tried thinking about things to do for such a loooong time, but it's like I couldn't get any ideas. I just cant handle being so bored so, I thought me and you can go run to the store and get some snacks~! You were inside your room all day doing things, no?" Ramuda tilts his head and asks, though he probably already knows the answer.

"Heh, yep... you know me!" Suddenly, you get an idea. "Hey Ramuda, you draw a lot of sketches when you're designing new outfits, you should help me out some time to learn how to sketch. I've been meaning to try and learn more about drawing before I stepped in head first into such a big project, so maybe you can help!" You give him a slight smile as he smirks in response.

"Well then, why didn't you just ask me sooner! I'll get around to helping ya with it, promise~! Now come onnn, we can't just stand around here forever y/n!" Ramuda pops the lollipop back in his mouth and he tugs on your wrist to lead you over to the convenience store. Unable to really say much to the unexpected gesture, you simply go along with it and you too begin your journey. Meaningless chatter wouldn't meant much on your on or with someone else, but it always seems to be the case that when the meaningless chatter was with Ramuda, it would always go crazy in one way or another. Whether it would turn into another "adventure" or some of the funniest moments ever, there would never be a dull moment talking with Ramuda even about the simplest things. The fact that both of your personalities went together so well made it even better, Ramuda's more loud vivacious personality with you more laid back, yet still equally talkative.

"Ramuda... do you not get tired skipping all the way down the streets? Let alone walking-" You say as you let out a few tired pants.

"Well, I guess you could say I have a decent amount of energy! Maybe you're just a lazy couch potato~ Y/n, all that sitting around doesn't get tiring at any point?" Ramuda asks followed by a slight snicker.

"Well, I suppose so, maybe you should take me to places more to cure me of being such a 'couch potato', at least I don't spend all day eating more sweets than actually food!" You make a jab that Ramuda is quite used to hearing from people.

"Well well y/n, you aren't my mom! I'll eat what I want~! Not like it's hurting you is it?" He laughs once again giving a look where you can't tell if your comment genuinely annoyed him or if he is just playing around as always.

"Well, I suppose I can't control you, where even is this store? We've been walking for quite a bit, I was assuming you would have taken me to the one closest to my place..." Scared to know how much more walking can be in store, you ask.

Just as you ask, Ramuda once again grabs at your wrist and brings you to turn a sudden corner, catching you off guard once again. "We're actually here now! I heard this store has much more main brands of snacks, so I thought it would be best to go over here! Assuming... you brought your wallet right? Cause well, I won't be paying for you if you didn't y/n~!" He looks at you briefly as he gives an almost grand reveal of quite a small convenience store.

"Well.. knowing what can happen when I go places with you, yes.. I do have my wallet.." You give a playful smirk. "So... what are you gonna buy in here?"

Ramuda gives the same almost annoyed yet silly look ever, "Y/n.. is that even a question? Candy, duh~! What else would I be here for! Now come on come on come on!" It almost seems like he jumps as he grabs onto you once more. As grown as Ramuda is, it is still quite funny watching how excited or determined he can get when presented with something he wants. It's almost as if he jumps at the opportunity faster than anybody could even process it, which is of course why you're in this situation. An as always excited at the idea of sweets Ramuda has pulled you out of your house in the middle of the night for a snack run... it's not like you could complain though.

In the blink of an eye, the classic ding of the door alarm goes off and you both step into the store, greeted by an as always uninterested employee. Ramuda's eyes light up as he rushes over to grab just about any treat possible.

"Ramuda?! Don't other people shop here too.. you're.. literally taking everything.." You ask only being able to ask to yourself "What the hell is this boy doing?"

Ramuda giggles as he responds with a devilish smirk, "They should've gotten to the snacks first then~! First come first serve is how it works y/n! Someone as cute as me deserves a nice snack anyway, pass me the chocolate bar over there!"

"This menace... what have I gotten myself into..." You think to yourself. "Well then.. whatever you say Ramuda, I can't really complain. The little convenience store spree continues, almost feeling surreal how much energy you both suddenly got going crazy in the store buying things. In the blink of an eye, Ramuda is carrying more candy than you can count and you are both at the register. The anticipation of trying to find out "How much will he even spend..." finally hits you. At this point you can do nothing more than gulp, yet Ramuda has the same content smile as if he won't be paying for all of this.

"That'll be 5,450 yen (about 40$ USD), you two got a party coming up? Pretty sure Halloween isnt for another like 5 months..." The cashier asks trying to process how someone could buy so much candy at once.

"Nope.. just hungry!" Ramuda replies as confident as ever.

"Wh- how the hell can he say that so confidently? Beats me..."

You both pay, even Ramuda to your slight shock. Your return to your apartment begins. The pink haired boy begins skipping his way ahead of you, bags in his hand which would make constant rustling sounds from all the contents inside.

"Well then, don't you seem satisfied. Convenience store raid successful?" You smirk as you look towards your friend.

Ramuda just smiles, a smile you're oh so used to seeing yet it always means the same thing. "Yep, success! Thanks for coming with me y/n~" Ramuda had a fun time hanging out with you.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #hypmic ramuda #ramuda x reader #brainrot #ramuda #ramuda amemura #fling posse

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blackwaxidol · 2 years

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proverbially throwing things and screaming in frustrated terror yet sitting here feeling like the emotions are happening a street away.

#viktor.txt #to articulate in spite of the many-words-at-once happening in my brain #i regret ever dropping the façade of put-togetherness #i am experiencing the rare utter disgust i have with myself for...#i cannot bring myself to say it really.#i don't know. last night i became fixated on something i was told a few months ago.#it was supposed to be reassuring but being told directly by someone i had DID it felt like crosshairs being lined up on me.#for some reason i'm obsessing over that throwaway sentence.#i do not want to be seen but i do not want to be not-seen.#this is ridiculous.#i'm not upset but someone is and i'm just experiencing it secondhand.#we have caused too many issues collectively anyway.#too specific in saying how we want this or that. of course this has ruined things.#then maybe it is my fault. in an attempt to be brave i have made it worse.#the double edged sword i try and talk about how i feel on this or that but i think it has limited however i could be talked to #this is the source of the feeling that i am in trouble or have done something wrong.#how little sense does that make? i will not be rereading it.#everytime i do such a thing i feel like i am on thin ice.#this post started as me just experiencing a feeling secondhand but i have accidentally made my own to also experience. ah.

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Come Kitty, Kitty//Shinso

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

This is my part of the amazing "Hybrids" collaboration hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting, thank you again for letting me participate, this was definitely exciting x pairing: kitten!fem!readerxShinso (college!au)//words:3.3k+

Summary: You knew pushing Shinsou's buttons would end in a punishment, which was exactly what you craved (featuring after care)

TW: BDSM, dom and sub (calling him sir, him calling you kitten and at one point pet), choking, rope play, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, anal play (at the end), oral (both receiving), face fucking, degration (mixed with name calling), praise, unprotected sex, sending nudes and the reader wearing a collar Shinsou didn't plan on going to meet up with the group, Bakugou dragged him along with him, ranting about how if he had to go to Jiro's chill night he had to come too. It was an unusual group, really, but they, Shoto and Tokoyami shared the same taste in music. From that on the five became something along the lines of friends, even if Shinsou didn't want anything to do with it, he couldn't deny the fact he didn't hate having them around him, and having someone to study while in college had its perks.

When he explained he didn't feel like being there anymore they didn't try to make him stay, they understood he needed some alone time and told him to text them if he's back in his dorm and bit their goodbye. The sun wasn't down completely yet, it still engulfed the city in its warm colors, people passing him by on their way home or to a date, while he was slurping on his Boba Tea, grumbling about their happy go lucky energy.

That was until he saw you, sitting on a branch of a cherry blossom tree, yelling at three guys below you, who despairingly tried to grab your fluffy tail to drag you down. "I said fuck off you assholes!" one of them got too close for your liking causing you to hiss at them, revealing your sharp fangs, tail whipping from left to right. "Don't be such a little buzzkill now sweet cheeks, we just wanna show you a good time, we know how to take care of such a small thing," all of them laughed, jumping up again and this time being lucky in catching your tail, only to also catch your claws seconds later. "You fucking-" before he could say whatever angry insult was laying on his tongue a scarf was wrapped around him, pulling him back so he fell onto his ass in a small puddle.

"She said to leave her alone, so fuck off," he apparently caught their leader, the others now quickly trying to help him up and scramble off, mumbling insults which quickly died down when their opponent's eyes started glowing. "I could have done that myself," you told him, fixing your shirt as you sat upon the branch, feet dangling down, ears pulled back. "I'm not helpless just because I'm a cat, you know?" it amused him to watch you struggle as you tried to find a way back to the ground. He only raised an eyebrow, his gaze going from you to the floor and turning his back towards you. "Have fun getting down there yourself then," he walked away, your pleads seemingly fallen to deaf ears, but Shinsou could hear you just fine, a small smirk on his lips.

"Sir, please help me down. I'm sorry, thank you for defending me," the defeat in your voice was one thing, but switching from Mister to Sir made his head snap up from his phone's black screen. But before he could react in time he heard a loud thud and a whine.

It's not your problem, she's just a stranger, he thought to himself, but his body reacted sooner than his brain could, and Shinsou found himself carrying you to the nearest hospital, which conveniently was only two blocks away. Ever since then you were basically his shadow, nobody really took care of you, and growing up with Aizawa apparently made Shinsou also adapt his father's need to take in strays.

According to you, Shinsou didn't pay enough attention to you the last couple of days. You knew he had those days, too stressed out from university or hero work. His biggest desire at that moment is to simply have you in his lap while he was playing some games or cuddle up to you while watching a movie, the soft purrs emitting your curled-up body helping him heal from whatever had him worried in the late evening hours.

However, you were craving him, needed him. Every fiber in your body was screaming his name, begging for his touch, wanton for him to be balls deep inside your dripping little cunt. So you planned everything out, starting with sending him cute little pictures of you. Innocent and cute, wearing nothing but one of his big t-shirts, hair messy, forming a seeming halo between your perked up ears, tail wrapped around as you kneeled in front of the tall mirror. But then, oh no, what a pity, you spilled milk all over you when all you wanted was to prepare your breakfast. Your front camera perfectly captured the soaked material clinging to your shape, revealing your hardening nipples and soft mounds he loved to play with. And of course, it would only be fair to show him how good you can clean yourself, a little video of your in soap-covered glistering body.

If you don't stop right now, you're in for it, last warning

Promise?

Don't push your luck kitten

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Does my new set match my eyes? What do you think?

Left on read. Exactly forty-five minutes, before your door opens and your boyfriend appeared in its frame. Everything about him appeared calm, even breath, no fists, no tension. The only thing that gave away his fuming rage was his amethyst-like glowing eyes.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling off his shoes and putting them to the side. "Ugh, it's so comfy here though," you told him, stretching yourself on the couch, kissed by the sun. His movement halted, jacket still in his hand, and raised in the air as he turned to look at you. "Excuse me?" the hand wrapped around the fabric tightened, nostrils flared, and only now you realized the mistake you had done. Big hands adorned by silver rings pushed up his sleeves, eyes fixated on you. Even if you wanted to you couldn't leave his gaze, pupils turning into slits when Shinsou started making his way towards you.

Anticipation rose in your stomach, the flick of your tail betraying you as a smirk formed on Shinsou's chiseled face. "Now, kitten," his pointer finger interlaced with the small ring on your collar allowing him to pull your face close to his, his hot breath fanning over your delicate skin "I'll count to ten, you're going to be a good little pet and go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me."

Amusement flashed over his face when he noticed your eyes now almost completely black as your pupils expanded. Your breath hitched in your throat as his soft, plump lips were mere an inch away from yours while his thumb stroked your cheek softly. Before your wish could come true he pulled away, starting to unbutton his shirt, the first number filling your ears. You practically run into the bedroom, eager to have him pound into you, your cunt already throbbing at the simple thought of it.

"Nine... Ten," he still wore his grey sweatpants, hung low on his hips, and allowing you to have a perfect view on his happy trail. His large fist was wrapped around thick purple robes. You sat on your bed, legs pulled underneath you while you wore nothing but the collar around your neck, watching him every step. He simply pointed his fingers to the spot in front of him, waiting for you to walk up to him.

"What's your safe word?" he always asked you this before even touching you. Your safety was above anything for him. "Bunny," a small kiss was placed on your forehead. "Good. And your sign?" "Tapping my fingers onto my palm three times," you said like a bullet being shot from a pistol. "You understand that you're in trouble, right?" he asked you, turning you around and pushing your hair to one side, letting him kiss your neck sensually, his free hand wandering down your side. "Yes Shin," you breathed, earning a harsh slap to your ass and a hiss escaping your throat. "That's sir to you, you know better than that," he warned, pulling your arms behind your back and wrapping them together, like he had practiced so many times before, making sure your blood flow wasn't cut off by them.

Shinsou walked to the in black sheets covered bed, sitting down on it with his legs spread open and pulling you in between them. "You know the rules kitten, and you still thought sending me these pics while I'm out in public with my friends would be a good idea. Why is it forbidden to do so, especially without a warning?" he looked at you through his lashes, one hand over your tail drawing small circles, the other circling your clit lazily, sending you in a hazy state. "Because I belong to you, and someone, ah, could see them," your toes curled slightly, trying your best to concentrate on his voice.

"Exactly, so why did you do it then kitten?" he cocked his eyebrow, picking up his speed and watching you squirm. "I wanted your attention, Sir. You barely acknowledged me the last few days," your voice was a mix of pleasure and whining, pressing down on his hand for more which only earned you a slap on your clit. "Ah, so we're a greedy little attention whore?" his question sounded like he just had a breakthrough discovery, a single digit slipping into your wet walls, his thumb still playing with your sensitive nub. "Yes," you admitted, his degradation causing you to clench around Shinsou's curling finger, another one joining. "I see. I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. What about the attention I'm giving you right now? Is it enough? Or does my little slut need more?" he knew how to make you come within a few seconds, how to play with your pussy to have you squealing out incomprehensible sentences.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, flicking his slick muscle over them again and again. "Hm?" he hummed against it, his thumb now having the perfect speed to send you over the edge already. "More, please Sir," you moaned while he made you ride out your first orgasm of the night. "I thought so. You gotta earn it first though," he didn't plan on having you on your knees for long, but he wasn't ready to give you what you want just yet. After all, you had to be punished.

At the thought of his thick cock down your throat your mouth started to water. Gratefully dropping down in front of him made your tits jiggle in the process. You licked along his shaft, the tip of your tongue going from his balls to the tip of his dick, swirling around its head before starting to bop your head up and down slowly, taking in more and more every time you went down until your nose hit his freshly shaved skin.

With your tongue extended it was easy to kitten lick his balls, adding to the pleasure going through his veins. "Fuck, such a good whore. Just like that, your mouth feels so nice wrapped around me," you continued, his words of courage fueling you while his hips snapped up every now and then to make you splutter around him. After a few minutes of his dick shoved down your neck, you went up for air again, drool making your chin glister in the purple light emerging from the bulb above you.

"I can't remember that I told you to stop," his voice was raspier than normal. Collecting the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin with this thumb he pushed it into your mouth, watching you suck on it, and gently dragging your fangs against his finger when he pulled out again. "Go on," apparently you were too slow, his hand fisting your hair. His actions caused you to gag, resulting in his length being pushed down further.

"Don't forget I'm in charge, always," with his left leg grounded, the right one wrapped around your head, his ankle laying on his muscular thigh to keep you in place. He started thrusting upwards, careful to keep your hair out of your face because he didn't want to miss your fucked-out expression. Lilac eyes watched in ecstasis as you struggled against his grip, hearing you gag and feeling you contract against him, more drool dripping down your chin. Shinsou loved turning you into a mess, inside and out.

"Can't breathe kitten?" he asked slightly amused, getting turned on, even more, when the realization hit him about how much power he had over you. You tried shaking your head but failed miserably, ears pulled back with no escape in sight, your tail swinging like a whip. Only when your eyes started to water, your tears meeting at your cupid's bow he had mercy with you.

Due to the abuse of your jaw, you couldn't really close it, trying your best to catch your breath before he pulled you back up. It was easy for Shinsou to have you on your back, spread in front of him while his head found its home between your legs, eating your pussy as if hadn't had a meal in weeks. The man between your legs was licking and sucking your most sensitive area, his manicured nails digging into the meat of your soft thighs to keep them from closing. Shinsou now wanted one thing, and one thing only: his name the only word in your brain as he fucked you stupid, making you cum over and over and over again.

So you did, two times, four times, six times. Your mind was foggy after the fifth, which also was the one leading him to tie your legs to each bedpost at the end because you were overstimulated, your legs clamping shut and he didn't want any of that.

You expected your punishment to be denial, a rough spanking while you are bend over his knees, not being touched at all, only serving for his pleasure and his pleasure alone but you were oh so wrong. The remark off you earlier telling him how little attention he had given you made him rethink his planned discipline. If you want his attention you're going to get it, all of it. The attempt to muffle your moans and screams not even crossing his mind. He wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel, tied up, sprawled in front of him, for him to use and adore.

"Sir please, no more, it feels weird," you cried out, not even trying to move away since you knew it only made him want you more. "Weird how?" he asked and your body was thankful for the short break, yet craved his mouth on you again. "Like I have to pee," you said timidly, a small sob traveling through your sweat-covered body. He cursed under his breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the thought of making you squirt. "Too bad you have no say in this," he slapped your clit and returned to his previous position.

Before you knew it his fingers curled even faster, your already hyper-sensitive clit throbbing between his lips covered in your juices. "Please," you sobbed as his eyes watched your in pleasure twisted face, tears streaming down your face. The safe word was still prominent in your brain, you could use it any second but even though your skin was ignited you needed more, needed him to fill you up, to cloud your vision and let you forget every thought in your brain that was left somewhere in there.

"Let go for me kitten," the vibration of his low voice sent you over the edge once again and sure enough his wish came true. Shinsou never knew he could make it happen but today you proved him wrong, the need to be inside of you now bigger than ever before. "Done?" you asked, your whole body shaking and your eyes only a small slit caused by the exhaustion.

"Just started," the lust was written over his face as he cleaned it with your shirt laying next to the bed before positioning himself at your entrance, watching your wetness drip down onto the mattress. Your pussy was throbbing from the many orgasms he had milked from you. He couldn't wait to feel your velvety walls adorning his thick shaft, clenching around it, and hear you scream out in delight.

"No, no more," you tried to put the last bit of energy against the restraints holding you in place but there was no use. Shinsou was a master with ropes and while he can untie you in a second you could never slip out of them, he made sure of that.

A simple tug on each knot freed you and for a second you thought it was over, relaxing into the drenched fabric below you as he turned you around. The feeling of calmness didn't last long, his big, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air, delivering a slap to both cheeks and watching them bounce from the impact. He could see your claws extending, a natural reacting to protect you from your attacker but the way your hole clenched around nothing gave away just how much you liked it.

"Did you just say no? I'm gonna continue and you'll let me use you because do you know what you are? A dumb, little whore for me to use. Tell me to stop again and I'll fuck you until you pass out, got it?" he grunted, momentarily teasing you with just the tip of his cock before pushing his whole length balls deep inside of you.

The grip you had around him caused every cuss word his brain held to tumble out within seconds. Never did Shinsou think he could become addicted to a pussy, but here he was, pounding into you like a mad man in love. One hand was placed between your shoulder blades, making you arch just perfect for him to have access to every hole he wanted. The cold spit hitting your until now ignored, puckered hole clench in shock before he pushed his thumb in between your spread cheeks.

It didn't take long for his hand to wrap around your throat, tongue lolling out as yet another orgasm crashed through your body. Your cunt was clenching around him, backside and tail vibrating in satisfaction. "I think you have one more for me, what do you think kitten? Gonna be a good girl?" he could feel his own high building up in his abdomen, ready to fill you up and watch it leak out of your abused pussy. You couldn't possibly form a sentence, let alone a single word, only nodding your head, wanting for him to come inside of you.

"That's what I thought, I'm proud of you, taking me so well," Shinsou grunted, listening to your moans and sobs. Pulling you up by your hair allowed him to view your ahegao face in the reflection of the window, watching the sun go down in the distance and the buildings below you appear so small.

He looked at you in pure bliss, enjoying the little show in front of him, how worn out you looked, sweat, tears, and drool draped over your body. Beautiful boobs bounced in the same beat of his thrusts. "Gon' come Sir" you slurred, stars appearing in front of your eyes while his hand connected with your clit yet again. The word 'mine' written over it caused you to collapse into his arms, crying out his name as the last orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. With another thrust of his hips, he shot his load deep inside of you, and moaned your name.

It didn't take long before Shinsou's strength returned, picking you in his arms and kissing your temple. "Wanna take a bath with me and watch a movie? I can order some food, how does that sound?" his voice was soothing now, calming you down a bit with his quirk, telling you to take deep breaths and focus on his voice. "Yes please," you whispered when he sat you down on the small stool in the bathroom, watching him take out a soothing lotion and your favorite bubble soap. Turning on the water he collected the few cold drops in a glass, tipping your head back and letting the liquid flow down your dry mouth while whispering assuring words into your ears, listening to the soft purrs.

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caesthetix · 3 years

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A LITTLE FEAR — Pt. 1 The First Hello

↪Jean Kirstein mini-series

↪content; canon universe, description of violence, season 4 spoiler, forbidden love, marleyan!reader, scouts!jean

"I would love to know a world without fear."

The night was quiet as the moonlight became the only thing that lit up the space you were in. No sound could be heard, save for the subtle heartbeat that penetrated your hearing.

It was so chilly today, notifying you that it was almost time for winter. You never really loved the weather to say the least, because most of the time the room temperature could drop so much even when you had a heater turned on in every crook of your house.

You hated how your fingertips could feel so numb that you wondered if they were still there. You hated how you needed to cover your body, layer after layer just to keep you warm. You hated how you had to drink the hot chocolate that you made within two minutes or else it would go cold already.

But maybe this year, you had something that you loved from it.

A small hum coming from his lips, with how your head was laying on his chest, you could feel how the sound reverberated through it. His arms draped loosely around your body, securing you there in his embrace as his finger caressed your skin.

This was the warmth that you had longed for, a physical contact which you always seek. The one that could make you feel like everything would be alright, one that made you feel — safe.

"What do you mean by that, hm?" He asked nonchalantly, but you knew him enough to hear the serious tone from his composed gruff. His usually smooth and silvery voice now sounded a lot breathy, perhaps caused by how the clock was ticking right at one am.

You didn't look up at him as your eyes fixated on the moon outside the window. Though your mind was now wandering around, mulling if you wanted to have a deep talk tonight. Yes, you had talked a lot about humanity with him before, something that always made his orbs shone a little brighter.

But what you were going to talk about tonight was something more than just a dream or how the both of you saw the world you were living in. There was something more that you needed to know from him. Because somehow you had a gut feeling that something big would happen and alter your relationship with him.

Well, would alter whatever bond it was that you shared with this man called Jean Kirstein.

You shrugged softly before wrapping your arms a little tighter around his torso, snuggling your head at the crook of his neck before you speak up.

"You know, a world without war, a world without discrimination, without a judge from the outside," You trailed off, licking your lips as you continued, still not facing the man you spent the last few weeks with. "Without having to lie and hide who you really are."

There, that was the response that answered your curiosity. It was just a millisecond but you could feel how his body jolted a little. There was nothing in between you and him, you could hear his breath hitched, you could feel how the arms around you twitched.

And without him needing to say anything else, you knew it was there.

"How," He gulped down, and once again, you could feel it. It seemed like he was pondering if it was the right thing to ask, if your words were just a random opinion instead of a statement. But he knew you too, and he knew how smart you were. "How long have you known?"

You didn't move away, and perhaps that fact was enough to make him calm down a little. Your head was still positioned on top of his chest as if you hadn't just cornered him with your words.

"The second night." You even said it so easily. He whispered a low what? under his breath, but you could hear it with how you were literally skin to skin with him. "Don't worry, you are smart to cover all your tracks." Your fingertips trailing on his chest, tracing the marks that now looked like a permanent part of him. "But you could never hide this."

He chuckled a little at this, realising the slip in his cover. You didn't know what was on his mind, perhaps he blamed himself for exposing himself to you, or he wished he didn't fall for your charm. Neither way made you feel any better though.

"So my mistake is sleeping with you.” The way he said it was ambiguous. You knew that he just mumbled that to himself, yet you couldn’t understand if it was a question or realisation. And somehow with that choice of words, you could feel a pang in your heart as you were reminded by the truth.

You and him, it was all just a mistake.

A mistake that both parties knew. A mistake that you both understood yet turned a blind eye over it. There was nothing that could justify the rendezvous that you had with him. He was an Eldian, a man that could turn into a monster if given the titan spinal fluid, even worse, a Paradis citizen.

Then there was you, a pure marleyan, one of the people who wanted nothing but extinction to the island of Paradis. But you had another worst side, and that was the fact that you were the youngest commander of the airborne unit, one that belonged to the Marleyan Military air force.

You were someone who had full control over dozens of airships and hundreds of troops. You were someone who sent people to the front line, bringing them to their death for your greedy country to get more and more, always unsatisfied and wanting another land to conquer.

You were even worse than him who just wanted the freedom that your country took away by force.

But you couldn’t help yourself as he slid into the barstool beside you that day. With his gentle smile, trimmed facial hair, and those magnetic brown orbs that glinted brighter under the dimmed light. You remembered how you let out a small gasp by just taking a proper look at him.

Lots of men and women threw themselves at you but never once you batted your eyes on them. But goddamn Jean Kirstein and his alluring complexion, making you stumble over your own words when he asked you a simple question — your name.

It needed you a minute to finally relax under his piercing gaze, and it only needed an hour for you until you let him take you away from the prying eyes of Marley. You gave in into his touch, calloused hands that rivalled yours. His breath reeked of alcohol and yet you let those plump lips steal the air out of your lungs.

You thought it would only happen once in your lifetime. That rendezvous was shared between two drunk human beings who got attracted to each other. Yet the two of you somehow stood in front of the same motel the next day.

And the day after.

And the day after that until you moved it to your apartment.

And for you, what you had with him was anything but a mistake.

You swallowed a huge lump, gaze hardening as you stared into nothing. He hadn’t said a single word ever since then, and you wondered if he was as disconcerted as you inside. But despite the truth that had been spoken, the two of you still huddled under the warmth of your cashmere blanket.

“I didn’t see it as a mistake, Jean.” You finally confessed, and you never been this scared in your life. You had been through a lot, watching Marleyan titans devour the enemy, scattered brains on the battlefield, and yet you were never once afraid you would be like them someday.

But this, this confession, this fucked up truth about your feelings and what he would do to it was a lot more terrifying than dying in war.

“I see.” You still held your breath even though you already got your answer. It was still grey, you didn’t know what he was thinking right now, not yet. “I, too, don’t have any regret over us.” And that, that answer was enough to paint it white.

You subconsciously snuggle closer, tightening your embrace as you didn’t want to let him go. There was a dream, deep inside your heart that someday everything would end with the whole world united to walk forward together. Without the need for destruction, without the need to shed another blood on their lands.

And just once, just when you were with him was the time you could feel that dream. You could succumb yourself into another world when you laid in his arms, thinking that the two of you were just a normal citizen who would do mundane work when the sun was up, and cuddled up together for every night that came.

But you knew, since the time you traced the marks on his skin when you were sober, when you recalled what your warrior friend told you about his time in Paradis and the gear that made him have permanent marks all over his body, you knew that what you had with him was just a small nirvana that your own mind created.

It wouldn’t last, you knew damn well it could never last. And even though he didn’t say anything, as someone who supposed to be the only one who knew about the truth, he decided to keep on going and entangled himself with you.

For weeks, for weeks he had been here in Marley, doing whatever he needed to do behind your back. You both acted as if you did not belong to the different sides at war, talking and enjoying each other's company and sharing a glass of wine before he went back to his place when the sun was still hiding behind the horizon.

“I have a question.” He cleared his throat, deep in thought as his eyebrows scrunched from either confusion or disbelief. “Why did you tell me about Marley’s plan? Why did you share the war plan with me? Me, your enemy.”

You pondered, why indeed? At some nights he would ask you some questions. But there was nothing too explicit on it as you recall. He would just ask you about your day, about how tiresome your work was, or ask about your condition when you looked so stressed some of the days.

It was just a simple question, yet you always answered some of them with a long answer as you slipped in some information about war here and there. You didn’t do it subconsciously, of course, you were always being sus and never shared work-related topics with anyone outside of the military.

“Because I want you to live.” But he was an exception and perhaps he knew that already. “Even if it’s not significant, I want you to have more chances to be alive.”

You cursed the universe for giving you a chance to love like this. To care for a man that could be killed by your country, or even worse, die by your hand. Was there anyone like you too? A Marleyan who fell in love with Eldian, not just Eldian in Marley even, but the devils themselves.

Being a part of the Marleyan Military means that you knew the truth. You knew how many mindless titans that your country sent to Paradis, and the fact that a few years ago the colossal and armoured titan was successful to breach the wall, that would mean a lot of the citizens of the island lost their lives and home.

And you didn’t dare to ask him about how many family and friends that he had lost.

“You do know that you could be executed for sharing a war plan, right?” He asked with worry lingering in his voice, yet he sounded a little exasperated, couldn’t believe that you would jeopardize either your occupation or your life for him. “You are so reckless, I swear to God.” But at the same time, he was thankful too, because it really showed him how much you care.

“Hmhm, I don’t care.” You just shrugged it off, deep in thought as you thought that the execution was worth it. “I should have died in one of the wars that I went to, yet here I am. Embracing the fact that I might be in love with an Eldian devil.”

He squeezed your body tighter for a while there, just after you said those words. Life was short, you understood that well for becoming a commander at such a young age and had been through a lot of hell. But unlike a lot of people who decided to keep their heart at bay or threw it away, you chose to keep it.

Just because you were going to die soon, didn’t mean that you shouldn’t enjoy what life had given you.

You cared and loved your friends because you knew someday you wouldn’t see them again. You had a routine where you just sat on the porch and greeted your neighbours because tomorrow you might not be coming back. You made sure to send your family a letter here and there because who knows it would be the last.

And now, you felt a strong emotion for this man that you never had before with anyone else. It was not platonic, you actually wanted to attach yourself to him without force. It was what they called romantic love, and at this point, you didn’t care anymore that having this feeling could lead you to death.

“Are you going to attend Tybur's speech tomorrow?” This question piqued your interest. You wanted to hope that perhaps he would like you to enjoy the festival with him before that. But something tugged at your heart, telling you to be careful. And this was the first time you ever felt the need to be cautious around him.

“Sadly, no.” Yet you remain as calm as possible. “I want to attend it, but duty’s calling in another post.” Now you pondered about it, every other squadron would be there, including the general himself. Yet somehow not you. “I had to check on the newly arrived airships, sucks how it’s on the same day as the speech.”

You were rambling on and on about it, ignoring the sigh of relief that slipped from Jean’s lips when he knew you were not going to be there. Deep inside your heart, you wanted to ask why did he throw the question at you, having a feeling there would be something going on.

But what you didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you, so you decided to keep your mouth shut.

Jean could only look at you with a frown plastered on his face. He knew that something was going to happen tomorrow. If what Eren wrote in all his letters were right, then he didn't want you to be there. He couldn't bear to see your corpse.

No, it was not that. Watching you die was something that would happen either tomorrow or some days later. But what he couldn't bear to see was your face when you knew he was one of the people behind the attack tomorrow, he was one of those people who fought with Eren Yeager, the enemy of your nation.

He could picture your face with disappointment lingering on your face. Because he knew with the plan that they had tomorrow, he wouldn't just kill the military but also the innocent citizens who had been oppressed all their lives in Liberio.

Right now he wanted to tell you that, he wanted to open up to you about the plan. But you were a commander, and if you shared the information to any of the higher-ups, that meant the attack tomorrow had a high possibility to fail.

Yes, he couldn't jeopardise that. As much as he wanted to keep you safe by telling you the reason why you shouldn't be there, he decided to keep his mouth shut. After all, what he didn't say wouldn't hurt you, right?

"Hey, love?" Jean called out, using the nickname that no matter how many times he had called you by it, always send a shiver down your spine. You let out a small hum to tell that you were listening, fingers trailing softly on his arms. "I need to go now."

"What?" You immediately looked at him, propping your body with an elbow as you searched for his smirk that was usually there when he teased you. But you found none. "Why? I mean, you always stay until around four, what change?"

He sat up in bed, both eyes casting down his lap as he tried to avert your gaze. Your lips jutted a little, trying to understand why. But then again, maybe his lips were sealed. Perhaps he had to attend a late-night meeting, or his leader started to get suspicious over the two of you.

"My comrades needed me." But that subtle answer was the only thing that he gave before he planted a kiss on your forehead. "Just sleep, I still have the key that you gave me. I will give it back to you next time." You frowned at that as he didn't give you any other explanation.

You sat there in your bed, eyes never leaving the tall figure as he snatched his clothes from the ground, wearing them one by one as he turned his back on you.

Never once you felt like this, scared, over the unknown of tomorrow. You had tried to embrace the fact that you would never know what happened next. But with him, as you put a piece of your heart inside his soul, you started to get worried more often. And somewhere along the way, a little seed of fear started to plant deep inside your heart.

"Jean," You called out as he dusted his clothes, not wanting to see any wrinkles on them. "Why do I feel like I am not going to see you again?"

He stopped. His fingers that were currently buttoning up his suit halted as he listened to your question. You waited for him to say something and moved your body so you sat at the edge of the bed instead, wondering if he knew that something big would happen or not.

"Hey, it's not, okay?" Jean cleared his throat and turned to you. A gentle look was there as he walked toward you and kneeled to level his gaze with yours. "We will meet again, we have to meet again." You didn't know if it was him trying to reassure you, or he was reassuring himself. "I promise." But either of them, you would take it.

So you closed your eyes, erasing all of those fears and anxiety that crept in your mind. His lips captured yours, not in a passionate and rough movement like it used to, but instead, it was soft and felt so delicate.

And you wished you could have stayed like this forever, in his arms as you knew that with him you felt safe. That everything just became complete ever since Jean Kirstein came into your life as if he was some kind of guardian angel despite the nickname that was given to his race.

Yes, you could have stayed like this forever indeed. Safe, and perhaps loved.

But then you saw it as you were called back to Liberio sooner than you expected to. You saw it, all the collapsed buildings and how the rubbles trampled the innocent citizen. Everything was red, the scent of rust metal suffocated you as it was the only thing that you could smell.

No one told you about what happened here. The general was dead, all the higher-ups from Marley Military were wiped clean. There were so many countries joining this grand speech, and as you strolled around to see if there were any survivors, your mind started to speculate about who would have done something like this.

Then you heard a cough, someone, someone was alive. You point your flashlight to the source, finding an Eldian Unit leaning his body to the big rubble. He was gravely wounded with a huge gash trailing from his shoulder and down to his abdomen, and somehow you wished it killed him, so he didn’t have to suffer.

Having been through so much war, you already get used to seeing such cruelty. Wounded by a bullet and died in the spot, getting bombed as the body scattered around the ground, you had seen so much that nothing impacted you anymore.

But this wound — you snapped back to real life, not letting any horrendous thought filling your mind. You immediately checked for his pulse, it was weak but it was still there.

“You need to keep your eyes open, soldier.” As a figure with authority, you couldn’t waver. “I am going to get you to the paramedic. Just stay still as I lift you up, and keep your eyes open.” You didn’t wait for him to answer you as you gently slipped your arms to pick him up.

“They were flying, commander.” He whispered, one hand gripping tight on your arm as if to stop you. “They looked so free up there, some with blades, and some with guns in their hands.” But you ignored it and stood up, securing his body in your arms as you started to run.

“Keep your eyes open and save your energy. Just live for the next few seconds.” You commanded, and he was just staring at the sky, somehow accepting his death already. “We are close, and you can be—”

“Commander,” He whispered out. “Have I become a good warrior? Have I redeemed my filthy blood to Marley? If I go now can I be free?” The questions rang in your ear, and you ran even faster since you knew he could be saved.

But what if he didn’t want to be saved from the start?

“Yes.” You answered without looking down at him. “You have become a good soldier in the army, you proved yourself that you have been so strong.” There was a little smile on his face as you said that, and you decided to slow down your pace. “And you will be free, you can do anything you want if you decide to go.” Because deep down, you knew he wanted it.

Your legs went limp as you realised he was gone. With a smile on his face and eyes opened as it looked up. Either to you or toward the sky, you didn’t know that. But you fell forward after that, with his body still secured in your arms. You didn’t cry, you lost so much and you thought tears were already dried.

You scrutinized him one more time, a solemn smile tugged at your lips as you slowly closed his eyes, wanting him to rest in peace. Your finger slowly traced the gash on his body, making your lips shaped into a thin line as your thought from last night was answered.

No matter how calm his eyes were before you closed it, it bore into your soul as it mocks you with a reminder.

“Are you going to attend Tybur's speech tomorrow?”

That the one who made you feel safe last night — was the same who would be responsible for the nightmare which happened today.

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riverkloss · 3 years

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My entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for her 500 challenge! My twist on Hansel and Gretel! Plus I made a moodboard which is super nice if I say so myself. ❤

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I hated the dress, it was pretty but the way it hung on my body, the color, for what it stood for.

Purity, Marriage, to be chained down to a man, one I didn't love.

Harold's mother Mary was fixating on my hair, near pulling it out at the roots, I fought back the winces, at one point I thought about turning around and grabbing her hair to yank it out of her scalp.

She was tall, thin, she reminded me of a spider, her dark hair pulled into a bun, neat and tightly. A dark dress as if she was in mourning, I was.

She was acting as if I was her porcelain doll to dress up, one without a mind.

The reflection was haunting me, this girl staring back at me. Blank eyes, a trembling lip. It didn't look like me, she looked like a stranger, she looked lost.

Mary yanked again at my roots while braiding my hair, a burning pain running alongside my scalp, I hissed in pain. "Stop moving." She scolded me as if I was a child, I huffed out a breath of anger.

Hero's head perked up watching carefully with those big brown eyes of his, alerted and waiting. He was a very intimidating looking dog, but a big baby to me. He was a mutt, half sure he was a German Shepherd, and a Husky, his eyes always on me watching everything I did.

The last of his litter, the runt. Once I got him he grew and grew, he seemed to get bigger everyday.

My best and only friend.

"Is that what you have packed?" Her voice had a distasteful tone. I turned my head to follow her gaze on my trunk, a box full of books neatly stacked on top.

"Yes, May I ask why?"

I looked at her confused, I shifted the front of my body towards her, relieved that my hair was free of the clutches of her fingers.

"You won't be needing all those books, you won't have time to read once you have children." Her eyes look for an imperfection in my face, ready to fix it.

A sickening feeling turns my stomach. I will have to lie in bed with him, have his children.

The thought makes me ill.

"We need the money." The sentence my mother told me runs in my head.

"You should feel grateful for marrying my son." She states, her lip almost upturning in a snarl.

I want to tell her that her son is a pig, a ugly little repulsive pig with his head up her ass, the words die in my throat, I felt incapacitated by my own words, my mind, constantly double thinking over myself.

"Tell your husband that my dog likes to sit in the front seat." It felt good to push back even the slightest at her.

"Didn't your mother tell you? The mutt isn't coming with you, Harold has never been fond of dogs or any pets, dirty things." Those words pushed me back more, I actually let out a laugh in disbelief.

"I've seen dirtier." I smirked at her, I watched her open her mouth to say something as her face switched to spite.

"Mary? The guests are arriving." I hear her husband call out from behind the closed door.

Her hateful gaze doesn't intimidate me.

If anything it fuels me more.

"You best pray to God before the ceremony." Is all she says before she leaves me alone.

I bite back the untasteful words to tell her to shove God up her ass.

I turn my body towards my mirror once again, laying my palms flat on my vanity, so many emotions running through me.

Alone.

There was no stirring through the house, everyone was outside in the front of the house, my chance was open, and I was a fool if I stayed, lived in misery.

I was a fool to take it too, but a free fool was better than one who had none and was still a fool at the end of the day.

I needed a sign. A sign from any of the gods, I pleaded to any of them who would listen.

Then I heard the chime of bells, from the windchime against my window. There it was.

The last gaze I had in the mirror, at the girl who had the glint of a spark in her stormy eyes, a soft smile on her lips.

I darted for my carry bag, shifting my books off my trunk and stuffing clothes in, the few dollars I had, along with the few books I could take, feeling a loss for the others I had to leave behind.

"Let's go, Hero." I waved my hand, he sprinted up quickly to follow behind me, as I moved through the house quickly and quietly, to the kitchen. I opened the back door, the warmth of the spring air hitting me, as I stepped out the door. Hero was at my side as I closed the door behind me.

I turned my head, and my Uncle was leaning against the house smoking a cigarette, he looked at me, panic ran through my body.

And as I thought my freedom was vanishing through my fingers.

"Keep to the trail." He nodded to the woods, he took a deep inhale of his cigarette.

A breath of relief escaped my chest.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand. "See you later, Kid."

I smiled softly. "See you later."

I knew there wasn't a later, but it was better that way than saying goodbye.

The woods were only steps away, and I ran for life, for freedom.

I was a free fool.

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Dark clouds came overhead, the night rolling in as the sun went down, the birds quieting.

My legs were heavy and burning, and Hero kept at my side, patiently.

"Are you lost?" A smoky voice says, making me jump with a gasp, my heart felt like it was going to pop from my chest.

I turned my body towards the trees. A tall man stepped out of the tree line, but didn't step on the trail, his hair was dark, braided and shaved at the sides, scuff lining his boyish features. I noticed a small birthmark on his cheek near his nose. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He was quite handsome.

"No, I'm not lost." I stated confidently. Hero didn't react to him, which was odd because Hero didn't like strangers. It made me slightly uneasy.

He perked up a dark brow at me, a charming smirk.

"Are you sure?" He was looking at my dress, his smirk getting slightly bigger.

"I would think you would be at a wedding."

I held onto my bag tightly, ready to strike first if it came that way.

"You should know that they are waiting for you at the end of the trail, they thought they would let you walk to defeat." He turns his head briefly to look down.

My face morphs in surprise for a moment, but it's something that my mother would do. That I believe.

"Why are you telling me?"

He bite his tongue with his sharpest canines.

"You're pretty."

I scoffed. I knew what I looked like, yes I was pretty, but men didn't want wives that outweighed them, or intimidated them.

Weak men.

"I know a way off the trail, one you won't get caught."

I pressed my lips together.

"How can I trust you when I don't know you, you're a stranger in my eyes.

"My name is Hvitserk, now we aren't strangers." He smiled at me.

He outstretched his hand for me to take, but I was still weary of him.

"If you try anything Hvitserk, I will let my dog tear you apart." I stated.

I reached for his hand, and he helped me step from the trail into the treeline, Hero followed and began walking in front of us.

"I'm curious, why did you run away, was the husband-to-be grotesque?" He is toying with something in his pocket and pulls out a few wild berries, he pops one into his mouth.

I laughed at that. "I don't want to be held down in a loveless, freedomless marriage, I want more."

He nods, listening to every word, while popping berries into his mouth.

"My father is pushing us boys to find wives, he is more in the old ways about it, stealing a woman and taking her to the underworld." I laugh a little at the underworld part.

"Like Hades and Persephone?"

He raises his eyebrows at me.

"You know that story?"

"I've always liked that story, My parents hated when I read books like that, they thought it would tamper with my mind." I whirl my finger around my temple.

"He stole her away, but they actually loved each other, he treated her with equality and respected her, never cheated on her, or had stray eyes for another, he would destroy the world if she asked." I continued.

He held out his hand to offer me a red berry and plucked one with my finger. I put the berry in my mouth, it was so sweet and ripe against my tongue, almost a cinnamon hint to it.

"If you asked me, I would too."

I playfully rolled my eyes, taking another berry, then another.

"Though my Mother doesn't want to admit it, I think she went willingly as well."

"Oh?" I peer at Hero who is still walking ahead. I paid little attention to what he said, but I should have.

"She ate the berries my Father offered to her, and she became tied to the underworld."

I stare at him like he's grown two heads.

And my gaze goes to the berry in my fingers,

Red and plump, I feel drunk all of a sudden and light like I am floating.

He curls himself around me, and I gasp.

"I think Cerberus will be glad to see his son again." He chimes.

He holds onto my full hip with a heavy grasp.

"I'm sure you'll give me sons too." His gaze darkens on me, he leans down to my lips and my heart feels heavy.

He presses his lips to mine, and I'm engulfed in hellfire.

Maybe being in the Underworld won't be so bad.

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ginkgomoon · 3 years

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Gavin’s Old Days Date- Analysis

I received an ask just then about this date and so I’m typing my heart away at 2 in the morning. It didn’t really fully sink in to how much of a good date Old Days was until some time had passed, with the way how I looked at Gavin back then different to how I saw him now. This date brought back so many emotions and memories- especially when it’s such a well-rounded story with various hidden meanings and references which enabled me to have something to analyse!

This date circulates around Gavin and MC’s high school history in the span of days Friday and Saturday- on that fateful day when Gavin wanted to give the letter, to the night he waited for her.

It also has a circular storyline structure, from when MC first dreams of Gavin that catalyses following events. But something we also have to note is that the whole entire time until the very last few minutes- MC is ‘dreaming’.

The turbulent flow of time and space stunned me, and countless doors opened before me one by one.

The memory fragments poured in, and those images reflecting me and Gavin flew past quickly.

He turned his back to me and walked away, his white shirt fluttering in the wind, almost engulfed by the increasingly denser mist.

I shouted his name aloud and ran desperately, wanting to catch up with him, but the corner of his shirt was like wind that couldn't be grasped, dispersing between my fingers.

His figure became increasingly blurred as he was farther and farther, finally disappearing completely in the narrow field of vision.

Standing in the void, I seemed to have lost all directions and motivation forward.

Until a gentle breeze with a familiar fragrance blew the fog away.

There seemed to be dazzling sunlight piercing through the clouds, and after the mist dissipated, a completely different space-time appeared before me…

This part of MC’s dream is like a metaphor for Gavin’s sudden leave. The mini fragments of her memories and the information that she knew now compared to back in high school come together to try to form some comprehensible picture in her mind, which in this case- her dream.

(Which probably was helped by the presence of Black Cabin with the ‘“doors”. But I could also argue that it wasn’t, because this isn’t supposed to be the first time MC enters Black Cabin. Then again, dates differ from the main storyline.)

But just like how MC is Gavin’s North Star, without him, even she is lost and directionless. They both need each other. As they are each others’ mystery, they are each others’ answers.

“This uniform and medals are my beliefs, with you guiding me in the direction forward.” -Go See Him

MC wants to reach out, not wanting Gavin to leave her, just like how he left seven years ago. Though even here, Gavin’s wind helps guide her forward- to meet him again in this time-space.

Dreams are still a big mystery to us. Some say it reveals our deepest desires and fears presented by our subconscious. By listening to it, we are able to guide our efforts in achieving and chasing what we truly desire whilst avoiding our fears. And if some dreams are based on truth, then it can easily foreshadow what we are about to encounter.

As MC finally settles in appearing at their old school of Loveland High, she sees Gavin.

Through the crowds, he seemed to be looking at the girl standing on the middle of the flag raising platform with a speech draft in her hands. Without realising, he crumpled the letter in his hand even more tightly.

The infamous letter.

Moments ago he saw me, he was so shocked that his pupils contracted slightly. He also slipped when he was about to jump down.

“Who are you?”

The shock in his eyes was now replaced by alertness and uncertainty.

Gavin clearly doesn’t know this MC- because in this time-space, she doesn’t really exist. As I said above, as dreams can be based on truth and our desires, MC feels like she could have done something to correct their relationship in this course of time. But at this stage between her and Gavin, she doesn’t know much about it because he never explicitly told her and she wants to know. This dream is a manifestation of that.

MC: “Excuse me, do you know MC? I am her cousin.”

MC also experiences being her own cousin such as in Time Subway’s Loveland High Noodle Bar and STF Drill Ground.

Gavin looked at me suspiciously for a long time, and finally nodded indifferently.

Gavin: “Oh, what do you want with her?”

MC: “How is she doing in school lately?”

Gavin: “I don’t know her that well.”

Gavin helps MC locate herself- her high school self- but when she looks back, he has already disappeared. She then overhears students talking about Gavin getting beaten up by a hundred people and becomes an investigator into his whereabouts.

The next part of the date isn’t from MC’s narration, which led me to believe that this really did happen in MC and Gavin’s own universe. The ‘truth’ of the dream.

*Beating up happening*

Random Kid Who Doesn’t Have Better Things To Do: “I heard that our school overlord is transferring to another school. Is that true? Since you are leaving, why can’t you be good?”

Gavin: “That’s none of your business!”

Random Kid Who Doesn’t Have Better Things To Do: “True, but after you leave, your beloved girl will no longer be under protection, right? Don’t worry I’ll take care of her for you. And I heard she’s our campus belle.”

Gavin (fiercely with an angry face): “What did you say?”

*More beating up*

MC’s POV begins.

Finally, I found the alley from memory.

Gavin: “You won’t get off so easily next time. Try getting near her and see what happens.”

Gavin leaves and even MC wasn’t fast enough to catch a wounded, bleeding Gavin. She racks her brains to try to figure out where he is, and finally comes to the piano room.

And BEHOLD- Gavin casually sitting on a ginkgo tree dressing his wounds.

Gavin (annoyed): “Why are you everywhere…”

MC: “Are you waiting for MC? She’s preparing for exams so she won’t be here today.”

Gavin: “...I wasn’t looking for her.”

Gavin reluctantly agrees to follow MC into the infirmary and she starts to help properly dress his wounds.

MC: “Are you not a close friend with MC?”

Gavin: “... I’ve just heard her name before. She’s got good grades and she’s very kind.”

MC: “Have you ever talked to her?”

Gavin: “Nope.”

MC: “Then how do you know she’s kind?”

Gavin: “Why should I answer your questions?”

He looked a little vexed, looking away with his ears turning red.

MC: “Sorry, I meant well. It’s just that she’s mentioned you to me. She says you’re not as bad as what people say you are. You helped carry her books and took her to the infirmary…”

Gavin: “I just happened to be around.”

MC: “Err, then you must happen to be around quite a lot.”

Gavin: “How do you know all of this?”

MC: “She tells me everything. We even look very similar don’t we?”

Gavin: “But you act differently.”

MC helps Gavin finish patching his wounds and Gavin is noted to be unwilling to stay with her.

MC: “I have one more thing to tell you. MC is a bit slow. She is not as good as you think, and will also be blinded by rumours…”

Gavin interrupts me coldly.

Gavin: “She’s a very nice person. What she thinks of me has nothing to do with anyone else. If you're here just to tell me these things, then I don't need to listen to you.”

Gavin grabbed his uniform, but a white object fell from his pocket to the floor.

It was a crumpled letter. Stained in blood.

I went to pick it up but the paper slipped out and I caught a glimpse of the contents by accident.

Gavin quickly picked up the letter and put it back without saying a word.

There was a flash of dismissal in his eyes. He tried to flatten the creases on the letter awkwardly.

(RIP LETTER. He even tried to flatten it. GAVINNN)

Gavin’s view remains the same in their own universe- “You can’t change other people’s opinions but you can change your attitude towards them. Don't let yourself be easily affected. You shouldn't envy me. You’re different from me. You're kind and thoughtful. That's what makes you, you. Besides, I’m not as free as you think, and I care about a lot of things.” -Company Footage [Chapter 3-7]

The scene around her changes. MC figures that if this is the memory of her and Gavin, then the most important thing was to find him.

MC’s mind fixates on the familiar bloody letter- recalling its words. MC then sprints to the school library.

The library looked a little deserted in the darkness. Looking along the rows of bookshelves, I finally found Gavin seated next to the window.

At this point, Gavin has been waiting a whole day for high school MC to meet him. She didn’t read the letter that had the time he wanted her to come.

He turned around and the moment he heard my footsteps, and the glimmer in his eyes suddenly died away again when he saw me.

I realised that on this day, he had wanted to say goodbye.

He just frowned and looked away, uninterested.

MC: “Are you waiting for MC? She might have misunderstood. Sorry, let me apologise for her.”

Gavin: “It has nothing to do with you.”

He paused and said in a self-mockery tone.

Gavin: “I knew she wouldn't come anyway.”

I’ve never seen Gavin like this. At this time, he was still so young and one could easily read his emotions.

Only then did I realise how he described his past as a mere “regret” was an understatement. He had to endure the long wait and the misery of being understood silently.

(It’s 2am and I’m crying.)

I mistook the farewell letter as a threat and threw it away. I never tried to learn the truth and misunderstood him. And still was protected and cherished by him.

I never felt so sorry and never wanted to blame myself even more.

If I didn't know all of this, if we had never met each other after we went in opposite directions…

MC: “Although I know saying these now is meaningless...You’ll be a very awesome person in the future, and you will stick to your belief and to justice. And you’ll also meet the person you want to meet. Even though she might not be great and always troubles you, you will definitely meet each other in the future. So…”

But when I looked back up, Gavin was gone.

As if back to the beginning of the dream, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t catch up or make a sound.

And MC wakes up. (Circular storyline- starts and end with a dream- starts and ends with Gavin.)

“Why did it take you so long to answer? Did you just wake up?”

It was Gavin.

MC: “Gavin… I….”

Gavin: “Why do you sound so weird?”

MC: “I had a dream about you.”

Gavin: “Was it a bad dream? Don’t worry, it won’t happen. By the way, I'll be at your place soon. I brought steamed buns and soybean milk for breakfast.”

Just like how he bought milk and bread for her at the infirmary after she fainted during a school sports event.

The moment I saw Gavin, I threw myself into his arms, crying.

His strong chest, the familiar smell under his collar. This was Gavin, the Gavin who would never disappear or leave me.

Gavin: “Why are you crying?”

He tried to dry my tears clumsily, but both his hands were occupied, so he had to move to the table and put the breakfast down while I hung onto him like a koala.

Gavin: “Tell me, what was your dream about?”

MC: “In my dream, you skipped class, got into fights, and ignored me.”

Gavin: “...”

MC: “You also said, ‘it’s none of your business’ to me coldly several times.”

He held back laughter and listened to my tearful complaint. Then he suddenly took my hand, and slapped it on his palm.

Gavin: “Then bully me back now.”

MC: “Gavin, have you ever thought about… what if we didn’t meet?”

He gave it some thought and nodded seriously.

Gavin: “Yes I have. If I wasn't there, would the girl get bullied? Would someone be looking out for her? I’ve also wondered if someone would fall in love with her or give her a love letter.... Would she like someone else? So, if I were to meet her again, I must hold onto her.”

He took my hand lightly, and kissed it preciously, his voice soft.

“And never let her go again.”

(The same hands that helped dress his wounds. CRYING.)

All this time Gavin had regretted not being able to give the letter to her in person, presumably with the fear of rejection from the one person he cared about. Even if Gavin hadn’t had a conversation with her or knew her very well, the interactions they have had together was enough for Gavin to form an opinion of her- a strong enough opinion that even he refuses to listen to MC’s ‘cousin’ (interactions like wanting to introduce himself in the library but MC dashes off LOL).

Wanting to protect her continuously from the students during the alleyway fight and waiting day and night for her also really does showcase his determination and the effectiveness of having a glimmer of hope from and for someone goes a long way, especially with a loyal man like Gavin.

Additionally, MC states that he was cold to her, which shows that even someone who claimed to be her cousin wouldn't melt Gavin’s heart with secondhand words. (That wall that he built up between him and MC of how he bats each question she asks with another question LOL.)

Even in front of Cousin MC, he wants to keep up that tough and unbreakable persona, the one that high school MC is more familiar with- until the very end when he finally has to come to the conclusion that MC is not going to see him. This therefore really does make him think that she didn't want to meet him. And in the storyline, he really did have to live like that, thinking that she thought of him just like how everyone did- until they met again.

But after all that Gavin had been through, he’s willing to cherish every moment he has with MC in the future. Not basing their relationship off of the failures, misunderstandings and regrets- but their hopes and dreams of a better future together.

“Before you… I lower all my defences.” -Gavin

#ITS 2 AM #ANALYSIS OH HOW IVE MISSED YOU #mlqc #mr love queens choice #love and producer #恋与制作人 #mlqc gavin #mlqc en #mlqc analysis

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starktonyx · 5 years

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Unfaithful - Steve Rogers x Stark!reader (part II)

Word count: 3.3k

Description: The aftermath of you finding out your husband Steve, cheated on you.

Note: As you guys requested here is part 2! As you can see I got a little carried away with this (angst warning) but I do like the way it ended up, hope you enjoy.

Part I • Masterlist

Steve knew he had fucked up.

He also knew you would need your space for a few days before he tried to come near you, so he didn't dare to visit Bucky's apartment even if he so desperately wanted to. He did try to call him though, to check on you and his kid, but not even his best friend would answer his calls.

Yeah, that was a bad sign.

So a day went by, quickly turning into two, two became four and all of sudden a week had passed since he had last seen you. Since he had last talked to you, hugged you, kissed you ... fuck how he missed his wife.

If only he hadn't cheated on his wife.

He couldn't focus on anything during those days, the house was way too quiet and instead of feeling peaceful he felt even more lonely. It was weird not seeing James running around the house, not stepping on the toys he spread on the floor, not hearing his laugh ... oh how he missed his kid's laugh.

If only he hadn't failed his kid.

So Steve had enough of swallowing himself on his own pity, a week was enough for him to finally get in his car and try to somehow recover his family.

He had to.

So he soon found himself outside Bucky's apartment, frozen in place when he realized he didn't exactly plan what he was going to say. Of course he could start with saying sorry, but he knew you would only get angrier and you had the right to, because a simple sorry was not enough after what he did.

For a second he thought about just turning around and leaving, he didn't even know if he was going to be able to speak when you were in front of him, but he quickly shook those thoughts away. After all he was the reason you ended in this position, and Steve really needed to see you.

He took a deep breath before raising his hand to knock twice, his heart beat increasing when heavy footsteps approached the door. A pair of angry blue eyes met his as soon as the door opened, and Steve could only feel himself shrink under his friend's aggressive gaze.

"Buck–"

"You're an absolute idiot! actually no, thinking about it you're just a fucking asshole" Bucky spat the words at his friend, although he kept his voice low as to not be heard by little James inside.

"I know that" Steve mumbled, he had expected that reaction from Bucky. Although that didn't stop him from trying to look inside the apartment.

"You seriously messed up this time Steve, I don't even know what you're doing here" He continued, before crossing his arms and standing in the middle of the door to block Steve's view from the inside.

Steve could only tense up at his words and protective stance, he sighed placing his hands on his hips.

"You know exactly why I'm here Bucky, I need to see them" Steve's voice came out more needy than he planned. "Please" He begged, hoping his friend would drop his assassin look and let him in.

Bucky squinted his eyes at him, after knowing Steve for so many years he could tell by his appearance that he truly seemed to be suffering from this. He almost stepped aside to allow him in the apartment, when he remembered how just a week ago you had come with James in your arms, barely containing your sobs asking to stay the night. So he kept himself firm on his position, and Steve realized it wouldn't be so easy to get through him after all.

"Come on Buck I made a dumb mistake, do you think I don't fucking understand that? I just can't be in that house alone anymore, I need to speak to her" Steve pleaded, but not even his sad eyes could budge his friend who only chuckled at his words.

"No Steve, you've made countless dumb mistakes before and this doesn't even compare to them. You have a family! You had a kid with the love of your life and you threw that away for some other girl? You've done some pretty stupid shit but now you really crossed the line"

"Don't you think I should be having this conversation with her and not with you?" Steve said, clenching his jaw now angry. "Let me in" He demanded giving a step forward, only to be stopped by his friend's metal arm.

"You know the only reason why I'm not beating you up right now is because your son is in here" Bucky admitted through gritted teeth, his metal hand still firm on Steve's chest.

Steve could only inhale sharply, if Bucky wasn't his best friend from his whole life he would've knocked him down right in that spot, but he knew better and stepped back. After all Bucky was only trying to protect you.

He still had a challenging stare fixated on his friend though, only budging when his son's laughter could be heard from the inside, who soon appeared running in the living room.

"James Anthony Rogers you need to shower right know" You playfully scolded running behind him.

"Noooo" James continued giggling, stopping for a second when he noticed uncle Bucky talking to his father. "Daddy!" The kid happily exclaimed running towards him, making you stop right in your tracks when you realized Steve was there.

Bucky turned around to look at you, somehow asking with his eyes if you needed help, you just shook your head and crossed your arms, watching how your husband picked James in his arms.

"You came back from your mission" James squealed excited, and Steve guessed that was probably what you told the kid to excuse his absence. "I think mommy is mad at you" The innocent kid secretly whispered in his ear so you wouldn't hear.

"Why do you think that J?" Steve asked, his features faking confusion.

"Because whenever I asked about you she would roll her eyes and leave. I do that when I'm angry" He explained. "She also cries every night when she thinks I'm sleeping" He finished, looking at his father with sad eyes.

Steve tensed up after hearing those words but tried to keep his composure, smiling to the kid to calm him down.

"It'll be alright baby, I just did something wrong and I need to apologize to mommy okay, why don't you go with uncle Bucky to play?" He offered and James just nodded.

"Steve–"

"It's okay Bucky" You stopped him from kicking Steve out nodding your head. He just took a deep breath before directing himself towards the kid.

"Alright, let's go soldier" He grabbed James from Steve's arms and tickled him to make him laugh. "We have some serious James' businesses to attend" He playfully told the kid named after him, discreetly glaring at Steve before disappearing into one of the rooms to give you some privacy.

Steve finally walked inside the apartment, standing awkwardly in front of you with slumped shoulders . His breath hitched when he took in your appearance, his regret only increasing when he noticed how bad he had hurt you. You had dark bags under your puffy eyes, a veil of dullness covered your joyless features. You didn't really care about your hair, as it tangled in a messy bun with hairs falling everywhere.You appeared to have lost some weight too, something that wouldn't be noticed to everyone else but he knew you so well, and was quick to notice those little things.

He also noticed the absence of a ring in your left hand, ignoring the way his heart ached at the sight. You shifted uncomfortably under his curious glaze, impatiently waiting for him to say something.

"So?" You asked in an annoyed tone, eyebrows lifting as you crossed your arms.

"Honestly I don't even know what to say" He confessed sighing, once again putting his hands on his hips, a gesture you knew he made when he felt helpless or frustrated. "I just want you to come home, please doll" The pet name escaped his lips naturally, realizing his mistake when you balled your fists on your sides.

"First of all, you lost your right to call me doll" You spat. "And I already told you I can't be in that house anymore, not after what you did Rogers" His last name rolling out of your lips harshly.

He couldn't help but let out a deep breath as he turned around, running a hand through his hair exasperatedly. An idea came to his head, he knew it was wrong, but he felt extremely lost at this point.

"Don't do it for me, do it for James at least" He suggested still turned around, not being able to meet your eyes.

"Do not bring James into this" You replied, knowing he wanted to use him as an excuse for you to come back. "Do you think I don't feel bad for him? I don't even know how to explain what's happening" You said, your brittle voice threatening to break in any moment.

You ran a hand through your face, the uncertainty from the situation was eating you alive.

"You don't have to, all I'm telling you is to please come home" He begged finally turning back at you. “I know I fucked up, hell, there isn't a damn day I don't regret what I did. But you're my family and I won’t give up on that, I can’t! We have to find a way to get through this ... please Y/n” The desperate soldier wailed, yearning for forgiveness.

He decided to take his chances and carefully stepped forward, continuing when he noticed you didn’t back off, until your bodies were only inches away from each other. His glistening blue eyes seemed to pierce right through your soul, leaving you vulnerable under his pleading gaze. You didn’t know what got to you, something inside your chest made you lunge yourself forward and collapse in his body, allowing you to finally break down in front of him, his strong arms quickly embracing you in a hug.

“You broke my heart Steve” You sobbed against his aching chest, his name feeling unfamiliar on your lips as it was the first time you used it in a while. “I gave everything to you, gave everything for you. How could you do this to me, why would you–“ You couldn’t continue as the lump in your throat made it impossible for any words to keep coming out.

Steve could only caress your head as he began sobbing as well, his heart breaking as he felt you fall apart right in his arms. He couldn’t help himself from remembering the vows he made to you, a specific part painfully pounding in his head.

‘I will always protect you, I promise I’ll never fail you’

The words tortured Steve more than an enemy had ever hurt him, the same arms he had swore to protect you with now held you in broken pieces. Because even though he had kept you safe from any villain, any monster that dared to cross your path, he had become the enemy when he couldn’t protect you from himself. He opened his mouth to speak as he pushed back the lump in his throat, trying to say something to fix the mess he had carelessly caused.

“I’m so sorry I failed you Y/n, I never wante–“

“Shut up” You blurted out between cries, stopping him from hurting you more. “Just shut up and hug me” You begged, trying to forget about everything for just a minute.

For the first time in seven days you felt safe back in his huge arms, having missed how his warm body embraced yours. Fuck how you had missed his touch, the way he controlled his strength around you yet still managed to hold you tightly as if he never wanted to let you go. Now more than ever. You couldn’t help the tears continuously falling, as you recalled the seven beautiful years you had been spent as husband and wife.

Steve was the love of your life without a doubt, you both were there for each other since you met, no matter what. That meant any tragedy that happened in Steve’s life, you were there.

You were the first one to help him adapt to the new world and introduce him to the technology, you had been the only one able to calm him down whenever he had a bad memory from the 40’s.

When he found out Bucky was alive who was the one that kept him sane through it and helped him look for his friend? You. When the whole Sokovia accords fiasco happened you were by his side, even though your brother was on the other.

Who had spent two years on the run as a criminal with him? you did, even though Tony had offered you an arrangement that would free you from any charges.

Then when Thanos happened and he erased half of humanity, you were the one who acted as a mediator between him and Tony for them to actually become friends again. Well, actually become a family since James and Morgan were born around the same time and they had to accept they would be uncles to the children.

Looking back you knew you were always there for him, that’s why you couldn’t help the sickening pain that pierced through your heart every time you thought about him betraying your trust the second you gave him your back.

Steve Rogers was the love of your life. Would you ever be able to forgive him?

Anger invaded your body once again as you abruptly separated from his arms, the cold instantly creeping through your body refusing his absence.

“I can’t trust you anymore” You firmly said, wiping the tears from your cheeks, praying for them to stop. “I don’t know if I can forgive you I ... I’ll need time”

“I promise I will give you all the time you need” Steve assured as hope invaded his body, resisting his urge to kiss you. “Will you ... will you come back home?” He asked fearfully.

“Yeah, for James” You replied, making sure you left clear the only reason you were accepting.

You had to do it for the five year old that innocently laughed in one of the rooms, oblivious to the situation his parents were in.

“That’s enough for me” Steve replied, a smile threatened to appear but he knew it was best to keep his composure under your intense gaze.

“James come here” You called out to your son, who came immediately running to hug your leg.

Bucky followed the kid, once again shooting at glare in Steve’s direction. Seriously, if looks could kill ...

“You weren’t watching a sad movie now, why are you crying?” James worryingly asked to his parents, knowing something was definitely wrong.

You couldn’t help but smile at your son’s wit, he really was Stark after all. You picked him up in your arms and loudly kissed his cheek, fixing a rebellious strand of hair behind his ear.

“Daddy just needed to apologize about something he did” You softly explained, hell, if only it were that easy. “We’re going home now” You announced making the kid smile widely and clap with his tiny hands.

You put him on the floor after telling him to pick up his toys, and the boy took no time to do so and leave the room. You took a deep breath as you walked towards Bucky and hugged him in gratefulness, Steve tried to look somewhere else and give a few steps back to let you say goodbye to him.

“Thank you Buck, I’m sorry we had to bother you these days” You said, he could only stare at you with worried eyes.

“Come on Y/n, you didn’t bother me at all” He replied as if your words offended him. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” He could only stare at you with worry in his eyes.

“I honestly don’t know because I’m still mad at him, I’m just doing it for James you know” You mumbled sighing, he just nodded understandingly.

“Okay, just let me know if he does anything stupid” Bucky said rolling his eyes, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“When doesn’t he though” You mocked, and everyone in the room knew you were right.

“I’m literally standing right here” Steve whispered to himself, and before you could say anything James came running back with his backpack.

You picked him up again in your arms, giving one last nod at Bucky before walking towards the door.

“I’ll wait for you outside” You announced before leaving, knowing they needed to ease the tension between them.

Steve walked towards his best friend, who still had the terrifying assassin look, yet that didn’t stop him from hugging him. He felt how Bucky dropped down the guard, and hugged him back.

“Thanks for taking care of them punk” He honestly thanked, stepping away from the quick hug.

“You’re welcome jerk” Bucky replied, emphasizing the insult. “Steve you seriously need to fix this, I don’t know how but you have to” The soldier scolded him.

“I have no idea either, but I’ll try my best” Steve promised just like he had done to you.

“Okay, because if you don’t I will make sure I kill you myself for being so goddamn stupid” He warned with a menacing tone, but Steve only chuckled. “I’m being serious, they didn’t call me the winter soldier for nothing” He said, his friend now nodding seriously.

The ride home was pretty quiet, except for the little noises that James made while he played with his toys. The sun was getting down when you reached the house, and you had to take a deep breath before stepping inside, glaring at the spot on the porch where you had found the pictures that ruined everything.

Nighttime came quickly and Steve found himself settling in the living room to sleep on the couch, only for you to be interrogated by your son when you tucked him in his bed.

“Why is daddy sleeping on the couch?” The boy curiously asked furrowing his brows.

You stared at him in disbelief, you couldn’t believe he had noticed it. You had specifically told Steve to be careful so this wouldn’t happen.

“Well sweetheart, remember when you do something wrong and we have to ground you for your bad behavior?” You tried to explain to him, hoping he would drop the matter.

“So daddy’s grounded? I didn’t know that was possible” He opened his mouth widely in amazement.

You had to contain yourself from laughing at his bewilderment, the boy looked as if he had just discovered the secrets of the world.

“That’s right soldier, and you will be too if you don’t sleep now” You warned bopping his nose, before leaning to kiss his forehead. “I love you J”

You turned off is light and walked towards the door, but before you could leave his little voice stopped you.

“I think you should just forgive him mommy” The boy innocently suggested, a nostalgic smile adorned your face.

“I’ll think about it honey, now go to sleep or I’ll sell all your toys” You playfully said before closing the door behind you, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

You will think about it.

Because maybe there was a chance you could forgive your husband and pretend nothing happened, although you certainly didn’t know if things would ever be the same.

You just took a deep breath as you entered your room, collapsing on a bed that felt too cold without Steve by your side.

Fuck, you really had to think about it.

A/n: And that’s it! I decided it to leave it as an open ending considering I wasn’t really sure wether to write a happy or sad one, so it’s totally up to you guys! Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading my first Steve fic here <3

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fumiko-matsubara · 3 years

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November 2014 ー 07:34

Ryuunosuke woke up with a grunt when he felt something, or rather someone, shaking him fairly strongly for the past few seconds.

He then shielded his eyes with his right arm when lights suddenly flashed before him. Whoever woke him up probably opened the curtain too. Ugh.

"Nii-chan, everyone already had breakfast," he barely heard one of his sisters telling him. Based on how he was addressed, it was likely Kohaku. "And you woke up very late."

"!"

With that last remark, Ryuunosuke quickly sat up and bent down, rubbing his eyes with both of his hands in an attempt to wake himself up even more. He brushed his hair away from his face and then looked ahead, only to meet Kohaku's brown eyes staring down at him, clearly waiting for him.

After some blinking and a final squint, Ryuunosuke soon noticed his younger sister's hair being loose, very unlike how she usually wears it. "You want me to do your hair?" He gently asked.

Kohaku raised an eyebrow at him, clearly not expecting that to be the first thing he would say. "Get dressed up first, nii-chan. You're gonna be late," she sighed before walking towards his door.

It was after Kohaku closed the door shut that Ryuunosuke belatedly realized that it was a school day today. So he went to reach out for his phone that was on the shelf above his bed, which had been awfully silent throughout his whole slumber.

And felt like slapping himself when he found out it was because he forgot to unmute his phone last night, again.

At this point, he really should just stop muting his phone altogether.

Ryuunosuke's eyes widened when he finally looked at the time. He quickly went towards his desk, plugged the charger in his phone, and then hurried towards the bathroom to get ready.

Less than 30 minutes later when Ryuunosuke arrived at the kitchen, only Kohaku was present at the dining table. He heard the running water after, assuming that it was their mom washing the dishes.

"Papa had to leave early for work and nee-chan and Yuko-chan already left for school. Mama only has to work this afternoon and our class' first period is cancelled today," Kohaku briefly explained to him when he sat down in front of her. She was half-way done with her meal and considering it had been over 30 minutes since she went down the stairs, Ryuunosuke assumed that she slowed down her eating to wait for him.

The thought made him a little happy if he had to be honest.

"That's good to hear," he replied softly, taking in the meal before him. Their mom knew him too well that she had just prepared him a light breakfast today as he had barely have enough time to eat. When he picked up the chopsticks, Ryuunosuke glanced at his sister once more with a small smirk. "You seemed to be waiting for me huh, Kohaku?"

Kohaku shrugged in response, matching his grin almost uncannily. "You know the drill, nii-chan."

"Of course, of course," and with that, they both proceeded to eat their breakfast or in Kohaku's case, finish hers.

After a few minutes of silence between them as they ate, Kohaku decided to speak up again.

"Kinda weird seeing you in your uniform with your hair like that, nii-chan," she casually pointed out. "Are you planning to fix it later or..?"

Ryuunosuke chewed his food in silence, contemplating her question. His hair was still lightly damped from the quick shower he had earlier, but unlike the usual fashion where he flattens down his fringes over his eyes, today he was currently wearing it loose and even had it slightly parted in the middle.

"Takes too much time," he firstly answered after a swallow then quickly drank from his glass of water. "I think I'm just gonna keep it like this."

Kohaku's eyes widened in surprise, clearly wasn't expecting his answer. "That's... new," she commented.

Ryuunosuke shrugged in response, picking up a slice of scrambled egg. "I just thought that I should start... getting used to wearing it like this," he paused midway from eating just to add that. "Well, outside..."

Kohaku hummed at his words, her eyes not leaving him since his first answer. There was only one bite left in her meal anyways, so she can waste some few minutes. "I think that's a great idea, nii-chan," she suddenly grinned cheekily. "I can finally brag to my friends that I have a handsome brother with proof~"

Ryuunosuke nearly choked in laughter at the remark, hurriedly saving himself by drinking water. "Hey now..."

Kohaku's grin widened even more.

Ryuunosuke was occupied with tightly braiding Kohaku's hair into twin dutch braids when his mom approached them, seemingly done with washing the dishes.

"Ohh that looks very clean," he heard her praise which brought a small smile to his face. Although his eyes are fixated towards his work before him, Ryuunosuke felt their mom sitting on the couch next to him.

Feeling that their mom will just quietly watch until he's done, Ryuunosuke proceeded to diligently work on the second, lightly combing out the knotted strands with his fingers and carefully making the twists. Braiding Kohaku's hair into tight dutch braids had always been a daily routine for Ryuunosuke, as his sister usually requests for them, that doing so became such a light work that it only took him around two minutes to finish a neat dutch braid.

Another two minutes it is then.

Ryuunosuke was already half way through the braid when he felt his mom shift in her seat. If she was trying to find the moment to talk to him, he felt that he knew what it was about.

"You woke up late today," she started, more of a statement rather than a question. "That's rare."

Ryuunosuke bit down the urge to nervously laugh in response and just hummed lowly. "I forgot to unmute my phone."

As his eyes were still on the braid he's working on, Ryuunosuke couldn't see his mother's expression but since she hasn't given any signs of response yet, he suddenly felt the pressure to explain himself further. "Our class' group chat was really active last night and I couldn't focus on doing my homework... so I muted my phone."

"I think you should stop doing that," Ryuunosuke bit down another nervous laugh when his mom told him that so straightforwardly. "I mean, it's good that you wanted to focus on your studies and such. But it's concerning to have Miki-chan dial our house number plenty of times only because she couldn't reach your phone," she added, followed by a mildly tired sigh. "And every call makes me nervous because I thought it would be from your or your sisters' schools."

"Ahh I'm sorry about that..."

"Don't be," his mom reassured softly, watching him finish braiding the rest of Kohaku's hair with ease. "I'm driving Kohaku to her school, by the way. So you don't have to walk with her."

Ryuunosuke nodded in response, proceeding to carefully tie the remaining braid. "Your classes start at 10 today, Kohaku?"

"More like 10:30," his sister replied, standing when he finally gave the signal that he was done. Kohaku then ran her palms on her head to feel the tight braid and smiled in satisfaction, already happy with the result despite not actually seeing it yet. "Feels nice."

"Really?" Ryuunosuke stood up from the couch, lightly patting away the slight wrinkles on his blazer. "Not too tight?"

Kohaku carefully pressed some of her fingers onto her hairline to check, then shook her head. "Nope, not at all. Doesn't even hurt a bit, thanks nii-chan."

"Good," Ryuunosuke softly returned the smile before walking towards the end of the couch to fetch his school bag. He then went to the kitchen to fetch his lunch, which was already nicely packed by his mom.

After carefully stashing it inside his bag, Ryuunosuke then proceeded towards the shoe rack near the doorway, where his school loafers are. He barely had less than an hour left, so he better start hurrying up if he doesn't want to be late. Especially since his house is fairly a distance away from school.

"You're going to school with your hair like that, Ryuunosuke?"

He turned back to the living room to see his mother curiously looking at him with her fairly sharp russet eyes wide in surprise.

"My hair..?" Ryuunosuke quirked an eyebrow before turning to the framed picture by the wall next to him, trying to get a proper view of his own reflection through the glass. "Oh." He saw how the slight parting was a little messy and so combed his fingers through his hair in an attempt to fix it.

Satisfied, he then went to pick up his loafers from the show rack and quickly wore them. He then saw his mom slowly walking towards him. "So you're really going to wear it like that today?"

Ryuunosuke nodded in response, giving her a soft and reassuring smile. "I can comfortably run to the station like this then, especially since most of my schoolmates should be in school by now, so I wouldn't be seen anyways."

"But what about your classmates?"

Ryuunosuke then shifted his weight onto his other leg, scratching the back of his head rather awkwardly as sharp maroon eyes darted away from the ones before him. "They know, actually..." He confessed.

Fairly sharp russet eyes widened in surprise once more at the revelation. "Since when?"

"Since summer, at the same time they also found out about the band," He truthfully answered, although he still couldn't bring himself to make eye contact with his mother. "And I forgot to tell you about it... I'm sorry."

His mother just let out a mildly tired sigh in response. "I shouldn't be surprised considering you once randomly told me one day that you actually had a girlfriend..."

Ryuunosuke let out a sheepish laugh at that, feeling his cheek heat up in embarrassment at the blatant call out.

"Speaking of, tell her I said hi when you see her at school, okay?" Ryuunosuke then felt the sudden urge to roll his eyes at the cheeky smile that was gracing his mother's face as she said that. "Well, I can't keep you here for too long. Just take care."

Ryuunosuke gave her a final nod before walking outside through the entrance door.

"I'm off."

It was difficult.

In the end, Ryuunosuke wasn't able to bring himself to tell his mother what he opened up to Kohaku.

Which really left him on a more bitter note as this was something that his mother was affected by the most after himself.

Ryuunosuke sighed once again as he walked away from the station. It's not like his mother would be mad or anything if he had told her the truth. In fact, it would actually be the opposite. She would actually be delighted and relieved at knowing about the mild changes Ryuunosuke had slowly but surely been making over the months.

But there was an improvement, right? He did manage to finally tell her that he had shown his face to his classmates... even if it did take him nearly 4 months to do so.

All he really needed to do was to tell her that he wanted to do this, that it was purely his own choice. Even if he still had yet to get used to it. He just had to stop beating around the bush and only telling half-truths whenever he tried to be honest with her.

Because the last thing he'd want to happen was to take him until he's in high school before he could finally spill.

Ryuunosuke slowed down his steps when he was nearing the waiting bus across the street.

Well, that's just one problem he had yet to overcome. Another one was something he still had yet to find a way out of, as irritating as that actually sounded to him.

He took a peek inside the vehicle and sighed in relief when he didn't see a single Kunugigaoka student present.

It's either during the school festival or after their final exams that he could make his decision for that other problem he's having.

He entered the nearly deserted bus and took a seat at the very back by one of the windows. He then took his earbuds out from his pocket, thinking that it would take a bit before the bus started moving so he might as well listen to some music as he waited. Feeling a little less exposed now with just the very few people inside the vehicle, Ryuunosuke felt comfortable enough to completely brush his hair away from his face.

He had to be honest, with the way he had been wearing his hair up more often these days than he used to, his bangs are starting to annoy him at this point.

Shouldn't it be a good thing then? Well, partially it is very much a good thing. A great thing even, actually. Ryuunosuke himself is happy at the fact that he was hardly scared to show himself anymore after being countlessly reassured that there wouldn't be a repeat of what happened to him when he was seven.

He was actually happy at the fact that he can finally ditch this hairstyle whenever he's ready... especially since one of his classmates gave him such a mortifying codename from it.

Oh god he fucking hated that codename.

Whoever wrote that chosen suggestion better brace themselves the moment he finds out who they are.

Anyways, as much as Ryuunosuke could have wanted to permanently change his hairstyle much earlier... he couldn't really.

Especially since he does use his bangs as a makeshift crosshair when aiming to shoot accurately when not using a scope. And with the little time they have left before March, he couldn't just get rid of his bangs anytime soon and waste time relearning to aim and match his admittedly current high level of skill.

So he just had to suck it up until the next 4 months.

Feeling a glare breaking out, which he rather not show because he doesn't want to accidentally scare anyone first thing in the morning, Ryuunosuke closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

High school debut it is then, huh.

All of a sudden, Ryuunosuke felt someone taking the seat next to him and tensed. Last time he had his eyes opened, which was just a few seconds ago, there were hardly any people inside the bus.

So who in the world would willingly sit next to him-?

Ryuunosuke cracked an eye open to peek at the person next to him and found himself about to smile at the sight of familiar voluminous black hair.

His smile widened even more when he noticed a familiar dainty hand slowly hovering over his opened palm placed on his lap.

Letting out a chuckle, Ryuunosuke decided to reach the hovered hand and locked fingers with them. He then leaned his head onto their shoulders and mildly nuzzled into them. "Good morning~" He greeted softly.

"Good morning Ryuu," Kaho greeted back as she tried to relax at his touch.

Ryuunosuke then pulled away, not wanting to be excessive with the public display of affection, although he still had his fingers locked with hers. "Also woke up late today?"

"Yeah... My phone ran out of battery overnight," as she said that, Ryuunosuke took notice of the portable charger on her lap that was connected to her phone with a cord.

So that explains why she hasn't once replied to him when he messaged her earlier his morning.

"You're probably tired from the train ride," he said, relaxing onto his seat once more. "I don't think the bus will move anytime soon, so might as well take a short nap then..."

"You too," Kaho giggled softly. "I saw you running through the station earlier and nearly ran onto one of the pillars."

"No you didn't," Ryuunosuke immediately denied, his face slowly heating up.

Kaho leaned onto his shoulder with a teasing smirk. "Sure I didn't..."

"Just go to sleep."

#did I just write all this based from the meta I wrote about him few days ago?#yes i did #i really need to start getting comfortable with writing again gosh #so this is gonna be a bit rougher than what I used to write 😭#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #chiba ryuunosuke #ryuunosuke chiba #target on #target on moments #my writing

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juyeonjin · 3 years

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A Slice Through The Heart

Genre: Suggestive Au, Friends to Lovers

Members: Seungmin and Beomgyu

Warnings: suggestive

Word Count: 1.5k

(Part 0ne)

You were looking at your two bestfriends who were watching t.v through the open shelf that was a distance between the two rooms. They came to your apartment as soon as you called them to tell them that you would be free this weekend after several weeks of working during this time. They were quick to prepare their stuffs to spend these two nights with you since it's been so long you three had a sleepover. While the pizza slices were heating up in the oven, you kept looking at them with glistening eyes and wondered how you got to have these two boys as your bestfriends and you thought, "If they weren't my friends, I would date any of the two or even both haha........ wait can I...?!?"

The interrogations you had with your own self was cut off by the sound of the oven signalling that it you could take the food out and join them again. You don't know what happened to you that night but you felt a shift and maybe it was for the best. They didn't have girlfriends and loved you a lot so maybe they have thought of it. However you couldn't just ask them like that, so instead a plan that involved one slice of pizza was the just the right idea. .. ... .. hopefully.

You went past Seungmin and and sat between the two. "Did I miss a lot", you asked.

Seungmin, "Not really."

Beomgyu, "Yeah nothing important."

While eating your pizza, you realised you had a last one left and that is when you decided to go for it. Your drink was next to Seungmin's side over the table that was beside it and with a brisk movement you pointed towards your drink and asked him to hand it to you. You knew your hand was holding your last slice and you hoped that moving it quickly enough with the smallest tilt would be sufficient for whatever toppings on the pizza to fall. on . his. lap. And it worked!!

He didn't notice since he moved his head to look at your drink to grab it but it didn't matter cause that was only the first step. "Oops, sorry Seung" and you took the hand that was still holding the pizza, turned to the surface with the toppings that was facing down and lowered your hands onto his lap to 'remove what you accidentally dropped on him'. His firm grip on your drink, loosened while it was still on the wooden surface and he turned to look at you with surprised eyes, though ..... you didn't know if it was become of the mess you made, your hand covering his lap or perhaps both but you did what you planned for the 3rd step on your plan. "Oml, what was I thinking", you lifted your hand and placed the slice onto the low table that was infront and swiftly went down close to his legs before he could do anything to change the course of the situation.

Seungmin: "Oh nono, it's alright, I did bring extra clothes for a reason, hahaha" he uttered with some confusion planted into his words and obvious in his eyes.

You: "Oh well, wait before let me just remove the toppings that fell on you, I mean, if you get up it's going to fall on the floor so yeah let me just do that"

And you did just that while both him and Beomgyu who was already fixated on your actions, looked at you and then turned to look at each other with questioning eyes. But you couldn't blame them and you have to admit though your bold moves, your nervosity was burning you inside, well that and the fact that Seungmin's bulge was visibly throbbing through his black pants which made you even more hot inside.

You: "Seungmin" he blinked before snapping out of his thoughts as he was still processing everything that have just occurred, "Are you, like you know, hard" you teased him and the blush on his cheeks seemed contagious as Beomgyu felt the same feeling since he was still looking at the both of you.

"Do not tell me you have a kink for pizza or maybe food in general haha", you continued while joking to calm him down since you realised he was at a loss for words.

Seungmin: "Oh ummm no..... why would u say that?" he murmured as if his embarrassment restrained his voice. And it was so cute but right now you wanted more than that.

You: "Well you know, I could help you, just like you both came here to help me, well maybe not help, but still came to stay with me when I called, so you know I could..."

Beomgyu: "You could what?" he asked since Seungmin was still trying to find words to say.

You looked at Seungmin while raising your hand to caress his chin, "Give you a blowjob". You can't deny, you were internally screaming, cause since when were you craving your bestfriends' attention in a not so friendly way. However both Seungmin and Beomgyu had a crush on you. They even talked about it together and also decided to choose the friendship you three had over the risk of breaking it. They thought long and hard about it, talked for several days and even getting to discuss about how amazing you are, how beautiful you look and how your features drives them crazy which also lead them to jerk off to a picture of you.

So now after everything they both settled and you now asking this kind of question, they didn't know how to react, mostly Seungmin who you were talking to. On hearing these words Beomgyu was brought back to the conversations he had with Seungmin about you who was now so turned on and ready to facefuck you if you it weren't for Beomgyu.

"Well at least let me clean the sauce that got on your pants", you said while moving your face closer to his bulge and specifically started to lick the sauce that got there first. "Oh did it feel great, feeling his cock pulsations with your tongue and how he got harder from your motions."

He was looking at you, loving it so much. You felt just how he imagined it and he was still clothed. He didn't know if he had to stop you or let you finish what you started but just right then "What are you both doing?" Beomgyu said with his voice raised. You stopped your movements as you elevated your head to look at Beomgyu.

You: "Beomgyu why are you screaming?"

Beomgyu: "Screaming, how am I screaming, maybe I just can't hear myself with the sound of you sucking dick", he shouted even louder. Though you weren't sucking anything yet his point was clear at least for him as you were still quite uncertain but it took only a few seconds for him to just reveal his heart to you.

Beomgyu: "I love you, I fucking love you and I've always dreamt of asking you to be mine and spend the rest of this life with you but ..... but ..... Seungmin told me that he felt the same way towards you and ........ and we decided to choose our friendship over it", he said as the volume of his voice diminished and eventually became soft and emotional.

Upon hearing this story your heart kind of reprimanded you for what you just did but it didn't last long since you you could separate your emotions to your thoughts and rapidly came to the conclusion that, they loved you too. And maybe if you didn't have this slice of pizza to help you, you would have never known about this secret they kept from you. You felt an urge of strong emotion flooding you as you realised that you were meant to be, all of you three and it took this circumstance for you to confess and you to recognise the feelings you had for your bestfriends.

Beomgyu was staring at the ceiling trying to prevent his tears from falling why Seungmin kept looking at both you and him trying to say something to not ruin anything but you spoke faster and then replied, "Well yeah that's funny and I don't mean anything wrong. Instead I meant that it's funny how this all turned out." They were focusing on your face, as your features calmed their nerves and you continued, "I love you guys. I love both of you, a lot, and yes before anyone asks, more than just friends and idk how or why tonight I just felt like I had to.... try and act upon it without even knowing you both also felt the same way."

They both might have went to a painful place mentally when all of this suddenly happened but when they heard these words you've just said, they felt like their hearts bloomed after all this time concealing their love for you. It felt like how they realised they both loved you and even more, since tonight, you reciprocated this feeling.

#Seungmin au #beomgyu au #seungmin smut #beomgyu smut #straykids smut #txt au #txt smut

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1dfangirls35 · 4 years

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Voir Dire (N.H.)

A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty-one

Niall couldn't help but feel out of place.

As he sat in the near silent waiting room, surrounded by mother's cradling their baby bumps, holding hands with their partners beside them, and chasing after children, he began to wonder how he'd ended up in this place, sat beside Krystal as they awaited her very first OB appointment.

His palms were sweating, which probably had something to do with the fact that with every passing minute this became more and more real. He was going to be a father. In six short months he would have a child; a miniature version of him staring back at him.

It wasn't that Niall didn't want to be a father. He'd always pictured it as part of his future. Chasing a giggly toddler around the living room. Kicking a soccer ball back and forth in the green grass of his backyard. He'd even envisioned himself changing a few smelly diapers. But when he'd imagined it, it had always been with someone he loved beside him. A child created because he loved someone so much that he couldn't wait to bring another person into their life together. He'd never thought he'd become a father in this way- knocking up his fake girlfriend in a one night stand because both of them were lonely.

Niall looked over at Krystal. She was twirling a piece of her long blonde hair around her finger, over and over again, her eyes fixated on the blank beige wall in front of them. She hadn't said a word since Niall had picked her up this morning, well, except for a very soft 'Krystal Hoffman' to the lady at the front desk. Niall knew that for every ounce of fear he had in his body, the number was a thousand-fold in Krystal's. This wasn't what she'd planned either. She was supposed to be getting ready to land her first acting gig, not preparing to have her life changed forever by a child.

He reached his hand out, placing it on top of hers with a reassuring squeeze. Krystal turned her head and gave him the smallest of smiles, but Niall saw right through it. Her eyes revealed that she's just as terrified as she was when she broke the news to Niall almost four weeks ago.

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After their "hook-up", Niall chose to act like it never happened, and lucky for him, Krystal chose the same stance. Maybe they'd both realized it was a poor decision, made in a vulnerable, emotional moment. Things returned to normal for a few weeks, they went on their last few PR dates, they maintained their friendship, and Niall still returned home at night feeling like his life was in shambles. The light at the end of the tunnel was that the end of the contract was in sight. The promo was done, the concerts sold-out, all that remained was one final blockbuster-worthy break-up to get Niall that last ounce of publicity.

But then something changed. One day Krystal was cracking jokes with Niall as they walked down Rodeo Drive hand in hand; three days later she was nearly mute, speaking only when absolutely necessary. She seemed unfocused- like her mind was in an entirely different place than her body. He'd tried probing her, thinking that maybe she'd talk to him about it- the boy that was on her mind or the audition she was stressed about . Instead he was answered with a sharp "It's nothing. I'm fine" and the most forced smile he'd ever seen.

Niall attributed it to the nerves of this all ending. He told himself that Krystal was simply looking into auditions, trying to find her next step after the split from Niall. Niall didn't even consider the idea that there was something bigger eating her up inside. Much bigger.

"We need to talk," Krystal said one evening on a PR sighting out to dinner, her eyes shifting to look out the window.

"Go ahead, I'm listening," Niall laughed. They were talking. That's all they'd been doing at this table where a few paparazzi had come to take some pictures. The media had died down slightly, perhaps because the newness of Niall and Krystal had faded. Perhaps they were on to the next celebrity couple- at least for the time being.

"I think this is a conversation that would be better to have in private." Krystal's voice shook every so slightly as she spoke, and Niall couldn't help but notice that she can't seem to look him in the eyes.

"Okay," he responded cheerfully. His insides, however, churned in anticipation of what Krystal could possibly have to say to him in a private conversation.

His insides continued to churn. While they exited from the restaurant with Krystal's hand intertwined with his. While they drove in near silence back to Niall's house. And now, while Niall sat impatiently on his sofa as he waited for Krystal to speak.

She was staring at the black and white framed photo of The Eagles positioned on Niall's wall and Niall could have sworn that she hadn't blinked since they'd arrived. He watched as Krystal twirled a piece of her hair inbetween her fingers, her chest rising and falling in deep even breaths as if she's concentrating on her own respirations.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out suddenly, her words leaving her mouth so quickly that Niall's not even sure he heard them correctly.

At first, Krystal's statement didn't even register in Niall's mind. It made sense to him- why Krystal would be acting so anxious, why she seemed like her mind was on something else. And then suddenly, his brain comprehends why she's telling him this. His stomach lurched. It couldn't be.

Niall's mind scoured for any recollection from that night. But there were hardly any pieces to be found. He remembered Krystal showing up at his door, her remembered comforting her, and he remembered laying in bed afterwards feeling like he'd been punched in the gut- but the in between? That was all a bit blurry, like his emotions had blocked it from his mind.

"But," Niall began, as if protesting what Krystal had said would somehow make it less true. "Didn't we use..."

"I don't remember," Krystal spat, as if she'd suddenly gotten her voice back. "But I'm on the pill and I mean I guess sometimes I forget or a miss the alarm but I swear I always take it when I remember and..." Krystal began to ramble.

Niall didn't hear the rest of what she said, her words sounded muffled, like Niall was underwater. He certainly felt like he could be underwater. Like he was drowning- the outside world slowly slipping from his grasp.

"Fuck," Niall muttered under his breath. He felt his pulse quickening, his head pounding, and his breathing becoming ragged. He couldn't be in here, in this space with this announcement. He rushed towards the back door, flinging it open with a bang and rushing out onto the green lawn.

"Where are you going?" Krystal shouted but Niall didn't even hear her.

He stood there for a moment, inhaling and exhaling deeply. He felt like he was not even in his own body. Like he's watching a movie of his life- a very bad one at that, where everything that could possibly go wrong for the protagonist does. Niall looked up at the blue Los Angeles sky. He figured that at any moment, the skies would open up in a torrential downpour, to really set the mood. They didn't. Instead, the sun shined back at him and he felt that maybe he should curse at the world for all the bad cards he'd been dealt as of late. But he couldn't do that either, because this -this was all his own doing. It's the wake-up call that Niall had needed for so long. The shock to his system that finally made him realize that he was on a path to self-destruction. And in that moment he realized that his life was never going to get better if he didn't start taking back control. And that started with facing the consequences of his actions.

Niall heard Krystal sniffling as he re-entered the house. He watched as she quickly tried to wipe her eyes with the back of her hand, but even that couldn't hide the puffiness that now surrounded them. He instantly felt guilty for running out on her like that. She'd probably been terrified to tell him in the first place, and here he was bolting like a total dick.

Niall didn't say anything at first, sliding onto the couch next to Krystal and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She laid her head against him as he whispered "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left like that."

He half expected her to lash out at him. To yell at him for leaving after she just told him something so serious. To lecture him that his actions were nothing like that of a father, and that he had a long way to go if he wanted a place in this child's life. She didn't.

"It's okay," she responded in a shaky voice that proved that it was far from okay.

There were a million questions racing through Niall's mind, including the looming question of whether or not this was even his baby. He knew it was a possibility, but it was a small one right? They'd only ever slept together once.

"It's mine?" Niall asked, "You're sure?" Niall wasn't sure what transpired that night, but he swears he is starting to remember grabbing that foil package from his bedside drawer. He was always careful. Always.

Krystal quickly nodded. "I've looked at the dates a million times and it... it just adds up that way." Niall could have sworn he heard some hesitation in her voice, but maybe that was his brain trying to hear things that weren't there, searching for a way out of this. Krystal wouldn't lie to him. Not about anything this important. Not about something that would change the course of both their lives. He suddenly regretted ever asking about the paternity, thinking it likely made him look desperate for a way out.

"I'm sorry, I debated not even telling you, and I know we have the contract meeting next week and..." Krystal's eyes began to glaze over again. "I just want you to know that I completely understand if you want nothing to do with this. I'll keep quiet about it- even to your management."

Niall looked Krystal in the eyes. He could see the fear filling her hazel irises, and he began to think about just how much strength it had taken Krystal to tell him. The turmoil that had likely been going on inside her head day in and day out . And though every ounce of him wanted to be angry, at himself, at Krystal, at his management for every putting him in this situation in the first place, all he could feel was an ache in his heart for Krystal.

"Krystal, look at me," he said, taking her hands into his. "I will support you in whatever decision you make. You aren't going to go through this alone."

Krystal nodded, but her eyebrows were still laced with concern. "I'm going to keep it," she murmured softly, as if she was hesitating to vocalize her decision aloud. "Maybe my mom's right and I've made a terrible mistake and I'm ruining my life, but maybe it's a blessing in disguise? " Niall could tell that Krystal was still trying to convince herself of that last part. He wanted to press her about her mother, but he knows know is not the time.

Instead, he wraps his arms around Krystal, hugging her tight. "You're going to be an excellent mother, I just know it."

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Niall and Krystal came to the conclusion that they had to mention their news to Niall's management, especially since their upcoming meeting was supposed to be all about how to break things off. Not to mention the fact that Niall was supposed to be on tour during the time Krystal's online due date calculator indicated the baby would be arriving. Niall found it a bit ironic, for so long he had longed for the day when he would be free to spend time with whoever he chose again, and here he was willingly giving Capitol a reason to continue to dictate his personal life.

Mr. Michaels was perched behind his desk with a sinister grin plastered on his face like always as Niall and Krystal entered his office to discuss the status of the contract. Entering the Capitol Office never got any easier, and Niall wondered what bombshell Mr. Michaels had to drop on Niall's plans this time. Niall wasn't thrilled with the idea of extending the contract, but he wasn't sure what else there was to do at this point. He was trying to do the right thing. And if the right thing meant continuing to fake a relationship with Krystal- that's exactly what he would do.

He took a seat in the chair next to Krystal, rubbing his palms against his grey trousers as Mr. Michaels began to clear his throat. "As you both know, the contract is about to expire. So we need to discuss how we will wrap this relationship up," Mr. Michaels announced.

"Before we discuss that," Niall interrupted hesitantly, noticing that his voice cracked. "We have something to tell you that may...influence how the ending of this is handled."

Mr. Michaels raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"I'm pregnant," Krystal blurted out before he had a chance to ask questions.

Mr. Michaels was silent for a moment, and Niall took small satisfaction in knowing that for once he had caught the man off-guard. "I see," Mr. Michaels paused, tapping his pen against the metal surface of his desk. "Well in that case we can certainly extend the contract as needed, although it's not what we had planned for promotion I can't say that this won't generate its own set of publicity..."

"No," Krystal said suddenly, causing Mr. Michaels to look up abruptly.

"I'm sorry," he asked, giving Krystal a confused glance.

"No, I won't sign another contract," Krystal repeated, her voice firmer this time. "I'm simply notifying you so that you can alter your plans. If Niall wants to be part of this child's life, I want it to be by his choice and on his terms."

Mr. Michaels looked startled, like that was the last thing he expected to leave Krystal's mouth. Niall wondered if he looked shocked too, because he also hadn't even considered the fact that Krystal would refuse signing the contract.

"You didn't have to do that," he said as they entered the elevator to leave the Capitol building, having come to an agreement with Mr. Michaels that their relationship in the public eye would fizzle out without any outside interference and that Niall's tour dates from mid-February to March would be rescheduled.

"It was the only thing I could do Niall. I don't want this contract dictating your life anymore, and I certainly don't want you to resent me or this baby because of it."

"Thank you," Niall replied softly, but he knew even those words weren't big enough to express just how grateful he was to finally be out of Capitol's control- or at least partly.

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In the time since they'd met with Capitol, there had been many rumors circulating. Rumors that Niall and Krystal had broken up when their sightings together disappeared. Rumors that they were expecting a baby triggered by the suspicious rescheduling of some of Niall's tour dates. Even rumors that the two had broken up because of the baby.

They weren't together- not in a romantic sense- but Niall had committed himself to being there for Krystal in whatever way possible, especially after learning that her mother had effectively disowned her when she learned she was pregnant. He knew he was doing the right thing- but that didn't make the right thing easy.

He often laid awake at night wondering if this is what his life would become, a platonic co-parenting relationship with his former fake girlfriend. Fearing what this would do to his career. Imagining what this news might do to the person who still had a grasp on his heart, no matter how much time had passed. A part of Niall wondered what would have happened if all those months ago, Capitol hadn't decided he needed a girlfriend to promote his record. Would he be where he was now? Or was his life always meant to be this way?

"Krystal Hoffman," the nurse called out, entering the waiting room with a clipboard in hand and snapping Niall back into reality. Krystal stood abruptly and Niall noticed her hand shaking as she reached to grab her purse. He reached out, setting a hand on the small of her back and leaning over to whisper in her ear. "We can do this."

But he's not sure who needed more convincing- Krystal or himself.

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inspired-by-the-music · 5 years

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Unrequited: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: angst, fluffy ending

Word Count: 1492

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You never imagined that Baekhyun would break your heart.

He had been your best friend almost as long as you could remember. He started following you everywhere sometime after he stuck that piece of bubble gum in your hair, but not before he immediately apologized when you burst into tears. And although nothing serious became of that kiss you shared when he took you home from prom years ago, you understood that your love for him was mutual although not yet fully recognized.

Or maybe you imagined that he loved you. Now that you passed by his house for the first time since the rejection, you realized that the universe where Baekhyun secretly loved you but feared to ruin your friendship didn't make much sense.

It was more likely that he had always tiptoed around your obvious crush for fear of hurting you. And when you interrupted that round of Mario Kart to tell him how you felt-- how you were in love with him-- he was forced to confront the issue once and for all. He was forced to confess that he couldn't see himself with you.

"Y/N!" A voice much like Baekhyun's called behind you. Even before turning around, you recognized it as his younger brother's voice. Just now in his final years of high school, he ran to greet you with a smile. "You're home? Baek came back from college just this morning. If you wanna come over for dinner--"

"Oh, no," you shook your head instantly. To conceal your visible discomfort, you feigned a smile and clutched your backpack straps tightly. "Ah, sorry, I can't. I might be back from university for the weekend, but the work never stops, ya know?"

Your stiff laughter caused him to eye you cautiously. Although unconvinced by your story, he nodded slowly. "Right." He trailed off before asking, "Um, Y/N, did you and Baekhyun have a fight or something? It's just-- he acted all weird when I asked about you this morning, and now you're acting all weird when I mention him."

It was against your better judgment to tell him about what happened, so you explained shortly, "Uh, yeah, something did happen, but it was my fault. So maybe don't mention me for a while, alright?"

"Alright," he smiled sadly. Clapping your shoulder comfortingly, he said, "Well, take care, Y/N. I hope things work out soon."

. . .

You had been home, tutoring your younger sister, for an hour when you heart frantic footsteps race toward your room. Before Baekhyun appeared, you anticipated that it would be him, so you rushed your sister across the hall to her bedroom.

"Chin up, Y/N," she cheered in a whisper. "I'm sure he's here to confess to you."

Just moments before Baekhyun leaned against the doorframe, panting, you collapsed at your desk and slammed an open textbook onto your desk.

"What did you say to my brother?" Baekhyun demanded. Just from his tone, you could picture his furrowed brow.

You weren't angry when Baekhyun rejected you last week. In fact, you had been calm enough to finish playing Mario Kart before making some excuse about needing to study for a fictional biology exam. But something about how he stood in your house, hand on his hips and scowling, that pissed you off.

So, briefly glancing away from your book to scan his aggressive body language, you responded with a question of your own. "Who let you in?"

"Your mom did," Baekhyun answered as if it were the punchline to a joke.

You wanted to say that you couldn't believe your mother let him in after you called her from your dorm to cry about how he wounded your feelings, but you knew she loved Baekhyun as if he were her own son. She probably thought, like your sister, that Baekhyun was there to apologize or to invite you on a date.

However, judging by his glare, Baekhyun didn't intend to do either.

"I barely talked to your brother," you answered, rolling your eyes. "He said hi, he asked me to come over, and I said no."

"Why?" Baekhyun crossed his arms over his chest.

"Because," you gestured to your open textbook, "I have work to do."

Perhaps in an attempt to rectify the hostile atmosphere he created, Baekhyun teased, "Since when has work come before hanging out with me?" When you didn't laugh-- or even smile-- he thought aloud, "Well, I guess since last week. Didn't you weasel out of our Mario Kart tournament to study for some test last week?"

"Yes."

Your one-worded answer sent Baekhyun into a rage. Never before had he entered your bedroom without expressed permission, but suddenly he barged toward your desk, slammed your book closed, and barked, "Y/N, what's the matter with you?"

"What's the matter with me?" You snatched your book out of his hands before wheeling your chair away from his intense gaze. "You barged into my house, pouting and demanding to know what I said to your brother, and you want to know what's wrong with me?"

"Yeah!" Baekhyun matched your volume and pressed his palms flat against your desk. "You're acting weird! You haven't' looked me in the eyes since I got here!"

At his challenge, your stomach flipped nauseatingly. Still, you couldn't meet his eyes, so you opened the textbook in your lap and focused blankly on the pictures as you argued, "Because I'm working!"

"Whatever." Baekhyun pounded a hand into the desk, but he looked at you apologetically-- eyes widened-- when you flinched and finally looked into his eyes. "I only came over here because my brother said you told him we're fighting, and I didn't know that we're fighting. When did that start, Y/N?"

You corrected, tossing your book onto your bed, "I didn't say that we're fighting. He said that we were acting weird, and I said it was probably because of what I said during Mario Kart."

Baekhyun seethed, "You told him you like me?"

It was the first time Baekhyun acknowledged your feelings since that day; he did so harshly that you gasped. Maybe to apologize, Baekhyun stepped toward you, but you refused to let him speak.

"Of course I didn't tell him. It's none of his business. And why the hell would I want to brag about unrequited love?" You spoke through gritted teeth, glaring at him. "Besides, why can't I tell anyone I want? They're my feelings!"

"Because," Baekhyun breathed deeply, "he likes you."

"That's ridiculous."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes as he disagreed. "No, it's not. You're practically perfect, and even he knows it."

"No," you shook your head, "I mean it's ridiculous for him to think I could be with him. He just turned sixteen, Baek, and I'm in college."

"That's not the point. Don't you think he'd be crushed if I started dating you?"

With that question, Baekhyun broke down before your eyes. He leaned against your desk and looked away from you as he rubbed at his temples.

"I don't know," you mumbled guiltily as you thought of being the cause of his brother's broken heart. Staring down at your lap, you said, "I guess that means it's a good thing you don't want to date me."

At that reflection, you must have broken down before Baekhyun's eyes. He dropped to his knees before you and reached up to cup your face, forcing you to look at him. "Hey, I never said that I don't want to be with you. I said it didn't feel right to be with you."

As you asked "How else am I supposed to take that?" a few embarrassed tears slid down your cheeks.

"Ah, don't cry," Baekhyun ordered as he brushed the tears away. "I only said that because I feel bad that my brother likes you, not because I doubt how I feel about you. I've been waiting for him to move on to somebody else, but his other crushes are insanely short-lived."

Blushing, you fixated on one detail of Baekhyun's explanation. "So you like me too?"

"Duh, dummy," Baekhyun laughed and playfully flicked your forehead. "Why else do you think I kissed you at prom?"

You hummed, pretending to think deeply, before guessing, "Because I looked irresistibly gorgeous that night?"

"No, because--oh, wait, that's exactly why." And once you stopped laughing, Baekhyun said, "Look, Y/N, I'm working on finding my brother a girlfriend. You know, someone his age. And then we can be together."

Before you could agree and offer to help, your sister tiptoed into the doorway and drummed her knuckles against the open door. "Actually-- my best friend has a crush on him if you want to set them up."

And while Baekhyun did cartwheels around the room and set to work on arranging his brother's date, you narrowed your eyes at your sister.

"You get away with eavesdropping just this once," you warned, and she smiled.

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A destiny set in fire

'It's almost done,' Azula said out loud, looking at the construction in front of her. She had never seen a building that looked like the one before her - and for good reason.

The sky had that beautiful, orange colour that made the entire world seem softer and more at peace. Azula had come to love it. She was a Firebender and she loved and worshipped the sun - but she felt that when the sun left them, it was the most spectaculair sight of the day. They often watched together as the sky above them became darker and the stars appeared.

In the capital of the Fire Nation, there was always a lot of light - fire in abundance. Even though the Sun Warriors existed of mostly firebenders as well, it was completely dark at night. No lights were allowed outside of the buildings. At first she had thought it was proof they were behind the more civilized mainland, but she had quickly realised she was wrong.

Without any fire present to outshine the stars, the night sky told so many story that had been hidden from her when she left the capital. The warriors had taught her the meaning of the stars, their movements and the positions of the celestial body's. Azula had even learned to admire the moon - her presence on those nights filled her with a sense of calm. Peace - a feeling she hadn't known for so long.

'I think we should be heading back,' Wu Lan said.

'Why?' Azula asked teasingly. 'Are you afraid of the dark, Wu Lan?'

Wu Lan huffed, quickly producing a small flame she carried in the palm of her hand. 'I'm a daughter of the sun and the light. I'm not afraid of darkness. But still, I don't see why we should be out here at this time.'

'I… have a feeling,' Azula said. She looked at the volcano in the center of the island. 'Since a few days - and I can't ignore it anymore. You don't have to follow me, but I'm going to the volcano.'

'Feeling?' Wu Lan repeated.

'I can sense the presence of… it isn't exactly fire, but it feels the same way.'

Wu Lan frowned. 'Do you think the volcano is about to erupt?'

She seemed worried.

Azula shrugged. 'I don't know. That's why I want to go there.' Wu Lan didn't protest anymore, realizing the importance of Azula's mission. She couldn't sense the feeling, but she knew Azula was a powerful bender and she trusted her instincts.

It wasn't an easy task to reach the volcano. Plants tugged at their long robes and loose pants. There was no path, so they had to climb over obstacles and duck for low hanging branches. They had their fire to make sure they could see where they were going, but at the same time they had to make sure not to set something on fire.

It was after midnight when they reached the foot of the volcano. 'Stay here,' Azula commanded. She had only been with the warriors for a few months. It had been hard to live here at first - right now, she had come to love the routine of their days. It gave her a sense of purpose and a sense of belonging. She wasn't alone anymore. But she still had some of her old mannerisms left. Her authoritarian tone being one of them.

Azula jumped, using her fire to propel herself. Wu Lan expected her to climb the volcano completely, but she didn't. Only half way, she suddenly stopped and then seemed to disappear.

Wu Lan's eyes widened in suprise.

Azula used her flames to watch where she was going. The floor of the cave was oneven and she had to control her footing to make sure she wouldn't injure herself. The force that pulled her was here, she knew it. A part of her wondered if it was her madness that had driven her here. She hadn't seen visions of her mother in months, but she couldn't be sure.

Azula wanted to ask if anyone could hear her, but she knew that was stupid. So instead, she kept walking. The sensation grew stronger.

Only a couple of meters…

Azula heard a hissing sound. She frowned and stopped walking, outstretching with her hand with her fire to be able to see in the distance.

Her breath caught in her throat.

A dragon, a real dragon, was sitting there. She was trying to shield something from Azula - something that appeared to be three small dragons. Her children?

'No… this can't be real,' Azula muttered. 'I'm going crazy, aren't I?'

Again? she thought.

She blinked a couple of times, but the dragons didn't disappear.

'If you were real, you would've attacked me,' she argued. 'So you're not real. This… this is in my mind.'

She shook her head, taking a few steps backward. 'No.'

She had to force herself to focus again. When she looked at the dragon, she noticed the poor animal was injured.

'Are you real?' she asked the animal.

The dragon seemed to look at her. Great, even the dragon thought she was crazy.

'If you're real… I can help you.'

Why was she talking at her illusion? Was it because some part of her didn't want to believe it was an illusion?

Azula hesitated, but she took a few steps towards the dragon anyway. The animal hissed, her eyes fixated on Azula.

'Look, I'm just like you,' Azula said. 'I'm a Firebender. And I'm a warrior of the sun. We protect the last dragons… you can trust me.'

The dragon didn't make more sounds when she came closer. She didn't even have the strength to move away. She was tired, and hurt.

Azula carefully stretched her hand. If she couldn't feel the dragon, she would know it was fake. She just had to feel its scales, then she would know it wasn't a production of her own imagination.

The dragon didn't blow fire at her when Azula touched her. She could feel the dragon. The cold, polished scales. The heat unterneath it - heat that seemed to be dangerously weak.

It took Azula few seconds to process what had just happened.

'Let me help you,' she said. 'Come with me - we all want to help you. No one will hurt you - we'll protect you and heal you. I promise.'

The dragon looked at her. Azula could feel her distrust. The only reason she hadn't been roasted yet was the dragon's worrisome state.

Since her arrival on the island, Azula had learned a lot about dragons. About the history they had with humans - how they picked one rider for the rest of their lives, how they could form bonds…

Azula breathed softly before placing her hand on the dragon's forehead. It was as if she touched the force that had been pulling her here. It was fire, but it also wasn't… it was the dragon's chi, pulsing through her body.

Azula could sense it.

'You and I - we're not so different,' she said. 'I used to mistrust everyone as well. And I was alone, with no one to protect me. I had too much on my plate as well - you have to take care of three little dragons on your own, I was crowed Fire Lord at the age of fourteen. Granted, it was an empty title… and it wasn't the title that meant so much to me. I only wanted to prove myself to my father.'

She bit her lip.

'Coming here changed everything.'

She shook her head, trying to get rid of these annoying tears that threatened to fall on her cheeks. 'Come with me,' she whispered. 'You and your children can't stay in this cave forever. My people will help you.'

She knew dragons were intelligent, but she didn't know if the mother had understood all her words.

To her surprise, the dragon seemed to bow her head.

'You trust me then?' Azula asked.

The dragon didn't move - but her eyes glanced at Azula.

'A wise decision. I will help you. I won't leave you alone. Come with me.'

The baby dragons walked after their mom as they left the cave. All four of them seemed too weak to fly. Not surprising, Azula thought. The mother probably was too weak to hunt for them.

'It will be a long time before the sun sets again - but you'll be safe before that.'

Wu Len's eyes widened whenl she saw the dragons. Her mouth fell open. 'I… don't… are those dragons?' she asked weakly.

'Yes,' Azula responded.

'Did you… are they the fire you sensed?'

'Apparently,' Azula said.

Wu Lan looked at her with big eyes. 'That's… that's… unheard of for centuries.' Azula frowned, not understanding what she meant, but quickly deciding it wasn't important. 'We need to get them to safety. Hurry towards the temples and warn everyone. I'll make sure they stay safe and warm.'

She looked at the dragons again after Wu Len had left. 'They'll come up with a solution… you won't be able to travel the forest like this.'

The dragon looked at her.

'I can provide heat,' Azula continued.

The dragon bowed her head as if she gave permission.

Azula let a fire appear in her hands, small at first to make sure she wouldn't scare the dragons. The dragon made a small sound and her children hesitantly moved towards Azula, but after a few seconds, as they realised she wasn't going to hurt them, they basked in the heat of her flames.

'Don't worry,' Azula said. 'You'll be safe.' She kneeled so that the flames were closer to the small dragons.

She looked at the mother dragon. 'Do you… do you have a name?'

The dragon looked at her before shaking her head.

'I'll just call you mother-dragon then,' Azula said. 'If that's alright with you.' Even though the dragon couldn't speak, Azula knew she approved.

She had been taught that the killing of the dragons was something to be proud of. It was a part of the 'glorious history of the Fire Nation' that had started with the genocide of the Air Nomads.

Coming here, Azula had learned it had been wrong. She had learned and she understood why it was wrong. But there's a difference between knowing something and feeling it. Now, for the first time, Azula felt with her whole being that it was wrong what her anceistors had done.

Shame filled her.

One of the small dragons placed his head on her upper leg, seeking her warmth. Looking down on the small creature, Azula realised she wasn't her ancestors. She wasn't them, she wasn't defined by them nor was she guilty for their crimes.

'I will protect you,' she told the dragons again. 'Don't you worry - from now on, you'll be safe.' She hesitated for a few moments. 'Trust me.'

'Azula?'

The voice was hesitant, barely more than a whisper. It had been more than ten years since he had last seen her.

Azula turned around. If she was surprised, she didn't show it. A small smirk appeared around her lips. 'Zuzu,' she said, but the word wasn't laced with the venom it used to have.

She had changed - but in some ways, she was the same as well.

'It's almost done, they told me,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'I hope they'll find a great home here.'

The dragon refuge was enormous. It was big enough for six dragons - who could leave any time they wanted.

Azula had made the design herself. She was the only person the dragons listened to - and on the subject of dragons, she was the only person in the world who had any experience.

She had made sure dragons would never be slaves again.

'It has been a long time,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'It has been, brother. Things have changed.' She looked at him. 'I've heard great things about you, Zuko.'

He had never expected to hear words of praise from his sister - and he almost blushed, surprised and glad at the same time.

'It seems you've found your destiny,' Azula continued. She started to laugh. 'Look at that - I'm going to sound like uncle. The warriors got to me.'

'It seems you've found your destiny as well,' Zuko said.

Azula nodded. 'I've always thought it was my destiny to become Fire Lord - but that was only because father had picked that destiny for me. This one - well, I didn't entirely pick it for myself - maybe the spirits picked it for me. It's way better than being firelord.'

She smiled to soften her words, even though Zuko knew she meant them.

'You're quite the talk in the Fire Nation,' Zuko said.

Azula smiled. 'Is that so?'

'My ministers keep pressuring me to invite you.'

'Yet you never did.'

There was a silence only Zuko seemed to find awkward. Azula had found a new sort of grace. She still controlled the situation - not because she manipulated it, but because she controlled herself.

'I was scared,' Zuko admitted. 'Being Firelord… it isn't easy.'

'I can imagine.'

'I was afraid people would rally behind you.'

Azula laughed. 'I don't want the crown anymore, Zuko. I told you, I have found my own destiny. Being the Dragon-Princess is a title that suits me better.'

Zuko hesitated. 'Will you come back?'

Azula hesitated as well. 'My dragons are my number one concern, Zuko. The capital isn't ready for them just yet.'

Zuko nodded.

'Azula?'

'Yes?'

'We're not enemies anymore, are we?'

She smiled. 'Of course not, dumdum.'

Her old insult for him made Zuko smile.

'Is there a chance we'll be family again?'

Azula turned her back on the building. 'I'm not sure,' she said. 'You left me alone, all those years ago… and I've found myself a new family. Not only my dragons, but the other warriors as well.'

Her words stung. 'I should've… I should've done better.'

'Don't beat yourself up,' Azula said. 'In the end, I turned out fine, didn't I?'

Zuko nodded and smiled.

'Maybe, one day, we can be a real family again,' Azula said.

Zuko nodded. 'I'd like that.'

Azula turned back to watch her project again. 'How's Mai doing?'

'Good… we're married, actually.'

'I know, Zuko. We chose to live away from society, but we're not completely cut off.'

Zuko smiled sheepishly.

'It's almost finished,' Azula suddenly said. 'The first dragons to return, Zuko. Away from the island of the sun warriors. The first to return home.'

'Thanks to you,' Zuko said.

Azula smiled. She had always thought her prodigual skills had been proof she were better than Zuko - proof she would have to be Firelord in his place.

Instead, they turned out to be a gift for a whole other reason. They had allowed her the find those dragons, who would certainly have died in that cave if she hadn't found them, starved for food.

'In the end, it all makes sense,' Azula said.

'How do you mean?' Zuko asked.

'If things had been different… we wouldn't be where we are today. And I think we both agree you and I are exactly where we are supposed to be.'

She smiled. 'It's finished,' she declared after the last panel had been placed.

'Congratulations.'

She looked at her brother again. 'I need to get the other dragons - they have to inspect here new home.'

Zuko smiled. 'Tell them I said hi.'

Azula laughed at his silly joke. 'Tell uncle to bring some of his tea, the next time he visits me. No one makes a good blend quite like he does.'

'Maybe I'll join him next time he visits you,' Zuko said.

'I'd like that,' Azula responded.

'Aang would like to visit you as well,' Zuko said. 'He has told me years ago… but I think he's still, well, you know…'

Azula laughed out loud - something Zuko hadn't caught her doing since she was a child. 'It's good to know the Avatar still fears me,' she said. 'Tell him I've only grown worse - and that I have a small army of dragons, ready to fry everyone who displeases me.'

Zuko smiled at her playful tone. 'I'll tell him that.'

There was silence, thick with both nostalgia and hope. Azula eventually stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Zuko's waist.

'I'll see you soon, brother,' she said.

Zuko nodded.

'I'm proud of you,' she added. 'You make a great Fire Lord.'

The first dragon warrior since ages smiled at her brother before she whistled. Zuko had to resist the urge to jump back as a huge dragon appeared.

'Mama-dragon, you ready?' Azula asked. It wasn't the official name for her dragon - but a little joke between them.

She looked at Zuko. 'I would invite you for a ride… but you seem a little scared already.'

'I… one day,' Zuko said.

Azula chuckled.

No, she hadn't completely changed, Zuko thought as he watched her. She still had the posture of a princess, sitting on her dragon, her back straight. Even though her clothes were completely in the style of the Sun Warriors, she still wore her hair in the traditional Fire Nation half-bun.

But she had changed as well. She had found a goal in life - a destiny, if you wanted to call it that.

Maybe she had been right when she said everything had sense. Maybe everything had happened for a reason.

He had once thought his sister was lost forever.

He now watched her fly away on her dragon, away from the first completed dragonhome in more than a century.

Maybe miracles did exist.

Maybe they had made them for themselves.

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