#i know its completely unnoticeable I'm sorry ;-;

[tai-janai]

Reunite

Path 6: Truth

(Chapter Select)

You are given a moment to collect yourself before the Voice speaks.

Voice of the Hero:

Sorry.

"Why be sorry? Everything's where it should be."

Voice of the Hero:

I still don't like stabbing you.

You smile. A reasonable sentiment, but kind nonetheless.

You look around at the new, familiar cabin. This time it is not wood. Solid, smooth, stone bricks are the walls, and the floor is pristine white tile. There are metal bars over every window. The "table" that holds the blade looks more like a repurposed cage. Though everything is bright and quite clean, the air is damp and musty.

Voice of the Hero:

O...kay, it's probably the nicest one we've seen. But it really feels like a jail this time. That's... probably not a good sign, is it?

Voice of the Hero:

Oh, and I feel better this time. I'm still definitely with that other guy, but I'm way less aware of every piece of me. I can actually think again.

You nod assuredly. You'll need all the brainpower you can get if you're going to get the answers you're looking for.

Voice of the Hero:

Someone's got a pep in his step.

You take the shadow of the blade from the cage-like table. You shift it in your grasp, and wonder how it seems to evade your vision while still being something.

You walk toward the heavy wooden door and pull it open.

The stairs down are once again not stairs. A warped indent has been made into inclined wood slabs right down the middle. The walls and ceiling are solid metal. It isn't the worst, though. At least you can see a light at the bottom. It only puts you off because it is red.

You reach the bottom, and step into the red room. It is... chains. Everywhere you look, varying in size and connected to nothing, and all bathed in the red light that emits from a barred window on the far wall. Everything is sinister, dark, and cold.

Voice of the Hero:

Does this make things easier..?

A bright, almond-shaped eye blinks open at you, a pitch black pupil fixed on your figure. Something at the other end of the room is watching you. Then, another eye opens. And another.

There are five slanted eyes on a face that can be described as long and tapered. Then eyes that aren't connected to anything open around it, forming the shape of some sort of halo around the creature's head. Then, it rises.

It is unlike any other; serpentine and limbless. A long, scaled body is adorned with layers of chains and shackles that clatter and screech as it moves. It seems to have no end, the rest of it remains hidden under the piles of chains.

With an inclining of its head, and a dilation of many pupils, it speaks to you. Guarded, hesitant, and unsure, but clearly powerful.

Are you ready to answer my questions?

You shiver. It seems so above questions and answers.

Voice of the Hero:

D-Do you see an end to it anywhere?

Is that another?

The Hero:

Y-Yeah. If you wouldn't mind- Oh.

You blink, and find that you and the Other have separated once again. Completely painlessly, entirely unnoticeable.

The Hero:

That was weird...

Before you can say anything, you feel a set of chains wrap around your feet. With a grunt, you are hoisted into the air, dangling upside-down. The echo has slipped from your hold, joining the sounds of metal as it clatters to the floor.

Every chain in the room rustles and shifts as the Being slithers closer to you threateningly. Its ring of eyes spins about its head, then closes in around you, making you dizzy. Everything aches.

Why aren't you aggressive? Why was the one you brought inside of you?

The Hero:

No, please, let him go!

The Being's head only barely moves, but half of the eyes surrounding you flies to him in an instant, interrogative.

Why are you defending him? Do you know what he's done? Are you in on it?

The Hero:

O-One question at a time! I know what he's done, and it's nothing! I'm not "in on" anything, but I was in him.

In a flash, the chains around your ankles shift you. With some slack, more links are wrapped around the Other, too. Underneath their layer, there are the scales of the creature's long body, still obscured and still unending.

And to think you were like me. I should know by now that nothing in this place can be trusted.

Blood is rushing to your head, and you start to feel sick. It hurts.

Are you ready to give me answers, you freak? I can make things much worse for you.

You feel helpless in its grasp, eyed from every angle and unable to provide what it is so desperate for. Even if you knew anything, your mind is swimming too much to think. Muddled tears find themselves in your eyes, but not for yourself. You know this creature is pained, and that pain fuels its cynicism. It hurts.

You hear, but can't see, the other you fighting irrationally against the chains holding him.

The Hero:

Stop, stop!

The creature is monstrous, horrid, and cold. The ache around your ankles and the loss of blood makes your legs feel numb. It hurts. Everything hurts.

Your heart wants to comfort it. Your eyes shut, and tears fall from them, sliding down your forehead.

...What are you doing?

You extend your arms to the Being. You look past the eyes swarming your head into the wide ones on its scaly face. It is terrifying, and you want to hold it, to console it. You hurt. It hurts, too.

"I'm sorry. You must be... terrified."

It recoils at your sentiment. Chains crackle, and the light flickers.

"I'm sorry. I know you all hate me, but I don't know why. I don't know anything. I don't. I'm sorry."

The spinning of the inquisitive eyes slows. They are observing you closely. Your skin crawls; you can't stand being seen. Your eyes shut again, and you hide behind your trembling hands.

Gradually, you are lowered, back to the ground. Your ankles ache as the chains release them, laying you down. You can only wait for the blood warming your head to disperse back into your numb limbs.

The pain and suffering from all these creatures grips you. You want to help them, but their hate for you is overwhelming. Why do they hate you? Why are you of all things responsible for their pain?

You hear the Other beg the creature. It falls on deaf ears.

The Hero:

Let me go, please.

What is this?

The creature is in disbelief. You can't bring yourself to look at it. You, too, want answers. But nothing can give them to you. Not yet.

What are you doing?

"I'm sorry."

You can't muster up anything else. All you know is the ache in what you see before you.

That doesn't answer me.

A scaly tail wraps around your middle, a part of its body not draped in chains. You are brought to your feet and forced to stand and face it.

You have to know something. You put me here.

You look up at it. Its many eyes are contorted with raged confusion.

What are you hiding? This can't be it! There has to be something! You left me here for an eternity!

Your face is wet with tears. You grab for the scaly body that emerged from nowhere and continues on to nowhere. You want to hold it. You melt in its pain.

Stop! You're being pathetic!? How could you have- ...

The Hero:

He didn't.

He didn't. I know he didn't, I don't care! Why am I here!?

Its voice shakes the room. Every chain rattles. It is quiet for some time after, as everything stills.

"You deserve answers. I'm sorry."

Quit... Quit your apologizing. You are... absolutely pitiful.

The limb around your body releases you slowly, ensuring you stay on your feet. The light overhead is less red, and has become more of a light pink.

There were probably better ways to do this on my end, too.

You shake your head, wiping your wet face.

"You have every right to be infuriated. I don't know what happened to you, but I know I'd want me dead, too."

There is the sound of chains moving and scraping, and the Being slithers towards you. It is enormous; its head is as long as your arm, and you probably couldn't wrap your arms around the entirety of its neck if you tried. Five wide, angled eyes look at you closely. The eyes that were floating around you are now drifting in a circle above the two of you.

With the light less of a harsh color, you can admire the royal purple and emerald green of the creature's scales. Chains obscure them, but you can't help but find it beautiful.

Your voice is wet and thick with your choking sobs.

"I have no answers for you. I want to find them, too. Will you let me help you look for them?"

The Being tilts its head in disbelief.

You?

From your side, still absolutely swamped by chains, the other you speaks up.

The Hero:

I know he doesn't look it now, but he can really be quite the card.

Even if you aren't what put me here. You've come into this dungeon and start sobbing. Excuse me if I'm not keen on working with you.

"You don't have to get along with me, but, please. Let me free you."

The Being's next question is not interrogative, but genuine, almost concerned.

What are you?

You look up at it, still unable to answer. It is still only a couple feet away from you. The eyes on its face close, and the floating ones blink out of existence.

You outstretch your arm, and hear the rustling of feathers. They are... everywhere. Diving between rows of chains, flurrying everywhere throughout the room, even behind you. There seems to be a pattern, one continuous body, obscured, but the feathers float in on and confine it to the other side of the room. There are loud clashes as the thick clasps come undone and crash into each other.

The only chains left behind in the room is one long, thick one. Everything else was, apparently, part of the Being.

Feathers dissipate behind a creature shaped like you. It wobbles on its legs, unused to them. It rolls its shoulders. It hasn't had limbs in quite some time. You walk to it, also unsteady.

The Skeptic:

Truth and answers are pretty different matters, aren't they?

Your shoulders relax as you sigh.

Everything about this one is sharp. Its feathers are pointed, and its scales are angled in a protective pattern. Its eyes still hold a sense of inquisition. It tilts its head.

The Skeptic:

Why do you look like me?

"Do I look like you? Or do you look like me?"

The Skeptic:

Well there's more of us than there is of you. That implies that you look like us, but I guess it doesn't confirm it.

You are happy that the Being has returned to "normal," but you are pained at the thought of continuing.

The Skeptic:

So, we leaving this place or what?

You hang your head with a small, sad smile.

In a flash, the new one's eyes go wide and its claws grip you. You are pulled behind it as its wings expand. It takes a defensive pose.

The other you has walked up behind where you were, having retrieved the blade's echo. The new one was protecting you from what comes next.

The Skeptic:

What are you doing?

The Other gestures vaguely.

The Hero:

Okay. Yeah, this looks bad, now that I think about it.

You place a reassuring hand on the new one's shoulder. It flinches under you. With a double take, it looks back at you.

"It's okay."

The Skeptic:

What? He's going to... Ah.

With a smidge of embarrassment, it lowers its guard.

The Skeptic:

So... That's how you got here. You did just show up upstairs. I'm guessing you don't know what's outside the cabin.

The Hero:

We can go find out.

He smiles as the new one squints at him suspiciously.

The Skeptic:

You don't go with him?

The Hero:

Uhh, yes and no.

The Skeptic:

That's not an answer.

You droop, exhausted.

The Hero:

That's as much the truth as it is! Look, I'll explain everything once I slay him, okay? There are others that need to be freed.

The Skeptic:

Others...

With that, he backs off, lost in his own mind. The Other sighs and steps forward.

The Skeptic:

So, you just let him kill you?

"I've done it a lot. I'm used to it by now."

A look of pity flashes across its face.

The Skeptic:

If you're sure.

The Hero:

May I continue, sir?

They glare at each other.

The Skeptic:

Only if you can do it correctly.

The other you groans, and raises the blade. You tense. You are still afraid of it.

The knife is buried in your heart. He does it swiftly, to prove a point. Though the aggression is not towards you, it seeps into your wound.

It is quiet, and everything goes dark.

#stp #stp voices #voice of the hero #slay the princess #stp fanart #stp fanfic #fanfic #yummy yummy implied religious imagery #chews on him #who him? #uhh all of the above

[myselfinserts]

“How dare you treat my friends so shamefully?!”

"I'm sorry, old friend. I hope you can forgive me."

"UNCLE REGI!"

Odette sat up in her bed, cold sweat dripping down her neck as she struggled to catch her breath. It took a few moments, but as she came down from the adrenaline, she managed to focus her attention to the details surrounding her. A soft, velvety couch. Moonlight trickling in from beyond the sheer curtains on the windows. The papers held down by various knick-knacks and pretty stone weights. She'd almost forgotten she'd laid down for a short nap in the hideout.

There were rumors surrounding D-Game. Many of them simple children's tales, like of an app that grants wishes of bringing back the dead, or if you spill the salt you need to throw it over your shoulder to mitigate a curse. A common one of D-Game was the last thought in the mind of the person who sent you an invite being the words that echo through your head as the snake sinks its fangs into your neck. Very few actually receive such a vision. Most only know the sender dies shortly after.

Odette was not so fortunate to have such certainty. Instead, she received an echo of apology, and the ghost of unanswered questions.

Deciding that sleep was not in the cards for the rest of the night, she quickly showered and changed into something more comfortable, dedicating the rest of the time to research. She was nowhere near close to a breakthrough, but it was still better than nothing. 

In the two weeks since Clement had pulled the Hacking Gun, she was able to piece together a lot of information. In total, there were eight bullets.; there was  “Break”, which did as the name implied, “Move”, which turned on electronics and made certain objects move in one direction, “Detect” which was a special black light locator that could see many important things, such as the visuals of the bodies taken from the battle grounds. “Burn” which set things alight. “Link”, her personal favorite, was for hacking into any system or machine and taking full control. But it would have to be upgraded to use properly. “Knockback”, “Paralyze” and “Dance” were all self explanatory. 

But the bullets didn’t matter to her. To her, the only thing that mattered was the signature. A small golden gear on the bottom of the megaphone’s handle. Very small, but it wasn’t completely unnoticeable. You’d just have to be looking for it. 

There was no doubt. Ceri’s Sigil wasn’t growing weak. Uncle Regi was still alive. And most likely in the hands of the Game Master. 

The question remained; why did her uncle send her the link? Did he truly believe she could figure out the truth behind D-Game and end it for good? Or was it perhaps....

She pushed the thought out of mind. The idea of her papa in the middle of D-Game scared her as much as her dad and brother. Last thing she wanted was him to be in the middle of this. 

Ceri had been one of the first. A player who had been a part of the game since the old days. Back when phones were weaker and couldn’t hold that much space. He hardly talked about his time in the early days. All she knew was that he was very much not pleased at his children being dragged in. She could piece together clues, however, based on what little she knew about her dad’s past. No doubt in her mind. He was most likely used as a lab rat for the beta version of D-Game. 

There was still so much she didn’t understand. But she had to hurry and learn. The sooner she did, the sooner they could end the Game Master. 

As she began to look over her notes again, Odette noticed a few new notifications from the app. She rarely ever got them, outside of her closest allies. Curious, she opened them to take a look. The first wasn’t too interesting. It was an invitation to an upcoming Event. A Treasure Hunt, it seemed. It would begin in one week’s time in Shinjuku. Plenty of time to prepare. 

The only other notification was from Yasu, an informant she’d been introduced to via Clement. A delightful lady, if somewhat nervous. Her Sigil allowed her to switch appearances with anyone, and even see into their memories. A useful power, when applied correctly. The message from her was short, yet simple. Two updates, completely separate from each other in correlation. No doubt gathered at the same time. Both equally bad news.

“An A-10 player just flew in today and already took down one of the Triads in the greater Shibuya area, and is heading your direction. The Kitamura Yakuza group is also heading in the direction of the Touch-Off Clinic with a bazooka.”

“Shit.” Odette pulled up the call feature on app, grabbed the Hacking Gun, and prepared to head out. She needed to warn the others. Dialing Clem, knowing he’d be up late right about know, she hurried toward them.

Come on. Come on. Pick up, dammit!

Click. 

“Odette.....”

Her blood ran cold. His voice sounded so weak. “Clem?! Clem, what’s going on?!”

He laughed. A gentle, tired sound. A resigned sound. “Yasu and I are hiding. I’m debating on how to create an opening for her and Atsuko to escape. Kasumi’s gone at the moment, so it’s just us.....I....” He laughed again, defeat laced in every utterance. “I fucked up.....I only got one potion left.....”

“I have more! I’m coming right now, and I’ll call Harper and get them to come help!” Her hands gripped her phone tighter. “You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?! I forbid it! You aren’t allowed to die unless I say so!” 

Silence. The faintest echo of fighting in the background, but Clement was silent nonetheless. Sickening. Heavy. Chilling silence. 

“....I guess I better take that potion then. Hope you brought enough to get me walking again.”

She smirked. “Who do you think I am?”

“The world’s most formidable genius?”

“And don’t you fucking forget it.”

Once they finished the call, Odette sent Harper a quick message and continued on her way. The world around her slowed and flickered, a light golden hue overlaying everything as her Sigil began working out the fastest route. 

Laplace, based on the concept of Laplace’s Demon, was a skill that Odette had been granted upon joining D-Game. It allowed her to see the trajectory of everything around her. She often likened it to being able to calculate her very future with how precise she was able to use it. 

Once her path was set, Odette snapped her fingers, and soon she began to speed up. A simple boost she was able to obtain, but it had limited number of uses and a twelve hour cooldown. A total of fifty uses. This was use number four. 

She was incredibly careful. 

Twisting, turning, zooming through the streets, she almost didn’t stop in time as she approached the location of the clinic. The back ally that lead to it was a wreck. There were all sorts of men in various states of protective gear and fine suits wielding guns and pipes. Taking aim with the megaphone, a single use of the Knockback feature sent several of them falling. A few falling into the pipes in their comrades’ hands. A shot from Paralyze into the puddles nearby sent enough of a shockwave through the men nearby that they all passed out. Remaining ones she managed to hit with Dance, and they were powerless to resist the urge. 

Get to the others. Get to the others. Get to the others. Laplace. Get me to the others!

A golden line showing the safest way to avoid the attackers presented itself, and she bolted through the crowd to the front entrance of the main building. 

The sight before her was frightening. The doors had been knocked off the frame. The windows smashed in. There was debris everywhere. Atsuko was tending to an injured Yasu, who was struggling to hold up the revolver she carried. 

And Clement, who sounded so weak over the phone, was still standing. But his shirt was tattered. His hat had flown off somewhere. And there was a massive shard of glass buried into his shoulder as a gun was pointed to his head. 

There was no way she could use the hacking gun here now. Not without risking Clement getting shot. 

“I’m only going to ask you one more time, brat,” the man growled. “Where. Is. Renegade?”

Clement glared at the man, teeth bared like a wild dog. “Go to hell!”

The bastard smirked. “I’ll take you with me then.”

“Drop the gun!” 

Odette knew it was dumb. Aiming the Hacking Gun at this man wasn’t going to work Just one glance and she could tell he was out of their league. She’d seen his profile in her research. An A-11 player who went by the name Sharktooth. His Sigil was rumored to be some sort of telekinesis. An incredibly powerful variant at that. But no one lived to tell the tale, so she had no idea what to expect from him. 

But she had to try. 

The man looked over his shoulder, his expression bored, tired, and incredibly unimpressed. “This is the cavalry? Pity. I wanted a challenge.” He reached into his jacket and drew another gun, aiming it directly at the Hacking Gun. “One bullet from this ought to bring you down a peg. Now be a good little girl and kneel.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed, setting the gun to Break. 

It would probably kill the man, and there was a slight chance Clem would be caught in the blast. But she knew him. She knew he’d rather die than let some creep destroy the clinic. He’d die before letting someone like this lay hand on Atsuko. 

She had to try. 

Farewell, Clement. 

“How dare you treat my friends so shamefully.”

The sound of music filled the air as a soft, ethereal blue glow filled the ally. Odette couldn’t help but lower her weapon as she watched the vestiges of chains slither from the ground and walls into the air. Little charms that resembled music notes dangled from the links, sparkling like stardust in the gleam of night. 

As she looked around, her eyes were drawn to the rooftop, where a figure with emerald eyes stared down at them from their perch. Dressed in a fine, black button up with white dress pants and dark boots, an oversized coat with gold trim, and ruffles of a jabot pinned in place with a bright, shining amethyst. Their hair was in a neat, symmetrical bob, with straightened bangs and not a single strand out of place. It took her only a moment to notice that the music was coming from the phone poking out from the breast pocket. 

And here I thought pompous pricks like this only existed in manga. Turns out, the bastards show up in real life too. Fucking great. 

“You all might want to look away,” the stranger warned. “This is not going to be lovely.”

Clement wasted no time, circling around and managing to get to Odette just before he could be shot, not even registering her protests as he pulled her out of the path of the chains and over to Atsuko. 

The stranger raised a hand over them, elegantly gliding their fingers about as they conducted the chains around the enemy forces. The chains tightened around limbs, disarming those with weapons and tossing some aside. 

“Unchained Melody, Final Cadence. Waltz of Death.”

The first twist was the most terrifying. It came without warning. The scream that followed was agonizing to listen to. And as much as Odette tried to, her mind wouldn’t agree. She could not look away as the chains pulled and turned in time with the melody. Moving the attacking clan in such deliberate breaks in a disturbing, deathly dance. 

Anyone still holding something even resembling a weapon were dropping them quickly. Armor that had been purchased or won to protect their bodies were now tools of torture, cutting and bending into their bodies in unnatural ways at odd angles, ensuring their deaths would not be painless. 

Before she knew it, there was something covering her eyes. Red. Soft. Well made knit. A gentle arm wrapped around her. 

“Don’t look.”

She was still facing the direction of the carnage. But now she could no longer see it. The music began to crescendo into a booming orchestra, burying the sound of the rival clan under percussion and string. 

When the sound came to an end, Odette looked up from beneath the hat. There were blocky outlines of where bodies once were. And standing before her, looking between all four of them, was the stranger from the rooftop, having dropped from his perch with a welcoming yet calculated smile. 

“It’s him,” Yasu muttered. “The A-10 player from Europe. Maestro.”

The lad smiled. “Flattered you know my handle. But please, call me Viktor. Viktor Darnell, at your service. I hope we can work together.” He gave a slight bow, but that only helped in sending him completely to the ground, passed out in a daze. 

Odette sighed. “Napping is fine, but he could have at least helped us clean up first....”

#myselfinserts #mybnhaocs #friends ocs #class of aus: d-game au #This had been eating at me all day at work

[kiyelle]

THE STEPS IN WHICH YOU TAKE THAT LEAD YOU TO A LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH MIYA OSAMU…

*.⋆ʚ step #1: forget to take your bento to work - destiny has its own confusing way of showing you the path to love, and today it’s chosen to guide you using non other than an abandoned bento. the countless times you check your bag proves pointless as you still find yourself without a lunch. you give up, folding your arms atop your desk and burying your face into the crook of your arm with a small pout. your mind beginning to wander with ideas of what to do next

*.⋆ʚ step #2: almost trip over a stranger - as you lay in the outstretched arms of a gentle stranger your thoughts are stars you cannot fathom into constellations. in your hurry to find a place to buy food before the end of your break you fail to steer out the way of a grey haired man. what makes it worse is that he’s probably the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. stern features soften as he asks if you’re alright, moving one of his arms to push you upright by your waist. the handsome smile he has when you tell him you’re fine is small, but not unnoticeable

*.⋆ʚ step #3: explain your situation to newfound attractive man - ‘i’m so so sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was going and i forgot my bento this morning and- ugh can this day get any worse?’ you drop your head lightly against his shoulder before realising you don’t actually know this man, instantly standing back up to distance yourself. ‘ah sorry i don’t know why i did that’ you confess with heated cheeks. he just laughs shaking his head fondly ‘it’s fine, no worries sweetheart’ he lifts an arm to scratch the back of his neck, narrowly avoiding your eyes, ‘well i actually own an onigiri shop an’ i’m about to open for today, i could make ya something if you’d like?’

*.⋆ʚ step #4: try extremely hard not to swoon - upon arriving at onigiri miya he leads you to the kitchen where he settles you on a metal stool. from where you sit you get the perfect view of how his face frames a flawless picture of concentration as he gets to work. his movements are precise and rehearsed, clearly proving his passion for his cooking. when he turns to catch your wondrous eyes he winks with a smirk before looking away and engaging you in a soft spoken conversation. minutes later, he hands you a clear container filled with an assortment of food which has you practically giving him heart eyes

*.⋆ʚ step #5: completely forget how to speak - a colourful confusion of emotions leave you speechless... before you’re able to leave the small shop osamu calls your name and jogs from behind the counter to where you stand in the doorway. he looks hesitant before finally deciding to take your hands into his, ‘er well...’ he starts, feeling himself flush a little. ‘if ya ever forget yer lunch again, i’m only a few streets away’ he laughs shyly before continuing ‘what I'm trying to say is i’d love it if you came back sometime’ he thinks you’re an angel

*.⋆ʚ step #6: admit that you sure are glad to have done step #1

#osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #haikyuu osamu #osamu x you #osamu drabble #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu scenarios #haikyu x reader #hq #hq!! fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabbles #osamu scenarios

[starks-hero]

I Remember All of Them

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and it leads to a late night conversation.

Word Count: 2,029

Warnings: angst, mentions of canon-typical violence, mentions of alcohol

You'd woken up to an empty bed. You had turned on your side and lazily run your hand along the mattress, hoping to find a broad chest or metal arm but instead being greeted with an empty space beside you.

Your feet met the cool floorboards as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed and stood. You couldn't help but worry as you pulled on one of Bucky's shirts and left the room. You tried rationalising your thoughts despite your tired mind. Maybe he just couldn't sleep and went out on a run, he could have been in the bathroom, there were multiple harmless and simple possibilities. But the fear that it might just be something else, something bad, was enough to stir you from bed and go looking for him.

Your footsteps echoed in the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen and you sighed when you found Bucky sitting on a stool at the counter. Your relief melted away as you took in his appearance. He was hunched over the counter, arms crossed and hair dishevelled with what you recognised as a glass of scotch sitting idle in front of him. A weight set in your chest.

"Bucky," you said timidly and he jumped at your voice. He turned to you with a fearful expression, the metal of his arm whirling and clanking in defence as if he were ready for a fight. But when he realised it was you his tough, soldier facade fell away and he exhaled slowly. He didn't say anything, slumping further down in his chair as you joined him in the darkened room, not bothering to turn on the light.

You gingerly placed your hand against his shoulder and he almost unnoticeably flinched away. Your heart sank.

"Nightmare?" You asked and he nodded silently, hardened glare boring into the marble of the counter. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Didn't want to scare you," he grumbled.

He didn't say anything else as you took a seat next to him, your hand slipping from his shoulder and resting against his bicep.

"You think when I wake up in the middle of the night and you're not there it's any less scary?"

Bucky sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. He glanced at you with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry."

He hadn't meant to worry you. When he'd woken up in a cold sweat with a scream dying in his throat and turned to find you sleeping peacefully beside him he felt panic swell in his chest. The nightmare wasn't any different than the rest of them. It felt just as real as the others. But it's what had happened in the dream, what he'd done, that filled him with the overwhelming urge to get away from you. His subconscious couldn't help but torture him further by replacing the image of his victim with you. And replacing their screams with your voice, begging him to stop.

"It's okay, baby." Your voice pulled him back and grounded him. "Why don't you tell me what happened," you coaxed gently and he immediately shook his head.

"Don't want to."

"Bucky-"

"I can't," he said quickly, his voice sharp. He swallowed and shook his head and you noticed the tears building in his eyes. Gently, you slowly ran your hand up his arm and brushed it through his hair. He exhaled frailly.

"Why not?"

It was quiet for a moment as Bucky wrung his hands. His gaze lingered on the intricate workings of the vibranuim for a few seconds more before he closed the prosthetic hand into a loose fist.

"I don't want to lose you," he admitted quietly. His voice was barely above a whisper and he refused to look at you as you listened attentively, comfortingly rubbing his back. He felt his chest grow tighter as everything else fell past his parted lips all at once. "You're all I have. You're the best thing that's happened to me in a really long time and I can't risk losing you. I can't."

Your expression saddened as Bucky hid his face in his hands. You carefully wrapped an arm around him and pulled him into your side and he went willingly, flesh arm wrapping around your neck. You shushed him gently and his aching muscles relaxed against you. Horrifying images from his nightmare flashed to the forefront of his mind but he did his best to dismiss them as he clutched onto you tighter.

"You won't lose me, Bucky. I'm not going anywhere." You pulled back slightly and cupped his face with your free hand, your thumb tracing his cheek. "Your past doesn't scare me. I promised you that I'd stick by you no matter what happens and I meant it. You don't have to hide from me, Buck."

Your hand fell from his cheek and gently rested against his forearm and he did his best to focus on your touch. He took a deep breath as he sat up and cleared his throat.

"When I have them they feel so real it's like I'm reliving it. They're not just nightmares, they're memories. And I remember all of it." He said quietly, eyes not leaving the counter. He felt his stomach tie itself in a knot and an uncomfortable weight setting in on his chest. Yet he willed himself to keep going.

"Tonight it was a mission in Germany, sometime during the eighties. A hydra intel agent had gone rough and they sent me to take care of him. Hydra couldn't afford to have any loose ends so it was my job to tie them all up. I eliminated the target like I was supposed to but-"

He hesitated and inhaled sharply. He was fidgeting anxiously, his fingers tapping relentlessly against the counter. His hand was itching to reach out and take the glass of liquor still sat in front of him. If anything just to feel something other than the pain in his chest. But he with-held the urge. He knew it wouldn't help, but telling you would.

"A young couple saw. Jesus, they were just kids." His voice broke. "But I had my orders. No witnesses. So, I killed them."

Tears pricked his eyes and he found it difficult to hold them at bay. A lump was forming in his throat and he felt moments away from breaking.

"I killed them."

He gritted his teeth as he grappled with himself and the tears began to fall. The nightmare had been among the worst he'd had in months. He'd learned to find a certain peace in some, knowing those he killed were bad, corrupt people who had hurt others. But this time that wasn't the case. They were innocent and young and had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. They could have had a life together. Bucky couldn't help but think how if it had not been for him then they could have been married with children, grandchildren by now. But they weren't. Their lives had been cut short by him.

You stood and pulled him into a gentle embrace as a quiet sob left his lips. Your hand ran through his hair as he rested his head against your stomach. Still seated, his arms encircled your waist.

You let him cry as he held onto you like a lifeline. Only when the tears had stopped and his voice had been reduced to a hoarse whimper did his grip ease ever so slightly. You pulled away and sat back down facing him. His expression was blank as he glanced at his hands, pale cheeks still stained by tears and his eyes red and puffy.

You reached up and gingerly brushed away the tears still clung to his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

"Bucky," you tried timidly but he didn't look at you. "Baby, listen to me."

He sighed and brokenly lifted his head. The vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. You kept your tone soft and reassuring.

"What happened wasn't your fault. You didn't have a choice. You're just as much of a victim as they were. Hydra killed those people. Hydra created him, the winter soldier. And he's not you, Bucky. He never was."

With a tired shake of his head, Bucky huffed.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you." You answered simply and Bucky's expression softened. "I know the real you. I know you don't like it when people call you James because it makes you feel old. I know that you love reading books and drinking green tea. And I know that even though you say you're not a people person you're really good with kids."

Bucky's brows creased and his lip trembled slightly as he looked to you and hung on to each and every one of your words. You smiled, tenderly tracing his jaw with your hand and he sighed, leaning into your touch.

"You're not a killer, Bucky. Don't blame yourself for something you had no control over. And don't compare yourself to the people who forced you to do it."

Your words hit home and Bucky found himself standing from his seat and pulling you to his chest before his mind could completely catch up with him. He held you tightly, composure threatening to slip away again but this time for a completely different reason. You softly uttered words of comfort as he pressed you to his chest.

"I love you," you said quietly after a moment and you heard, or rather you felt, Bucky chuckle quietly.

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder why."

His hands didn't leave the small of your back as you pulled away just enough to look up at him. Your reassuring smile sent a wave of warmth through him.

"Because you're a better man than you give yourself credit for. And because you're kind-hearted, strong, sweet, brave. I could go on forever. You're a hero, Bucky, and a good man. Whether your mind lets you believe it yet or not."

Sighing with a teary smile, Bucky pulled you closer and pressed a kiss to your temple. You felt the tension slowly melt from his shoulders and tensed muscles. As if a weight had been lifted from his burdened mind.

I love you too." He mumbled against your forehead and you hummed quietly, nuzzling into him. You stood together in shared silence for a few minutes, or maybe more, neither of you were counting. The chill gradually making its way up your spine and nipping at your exposed skin, along with the growing urge to yawn was the only thing that caused you to pull away and break the serenity of the moment. It was still pretty early and a few more hour in bed sounded ideal. You both needed it.

As you pulled away from the warmth of Bucky's embrace your eyes landed on the counter and you heard Bucky quietly sigh beside you.

"I didn't drink any," he explained, motioning to the untouched glass of scotch sitting on the counter top.

You smiled sadly and leaned up to kiss his cheek. He was always so hard on himself. Sometimes he seemed to forget he was only human.

"Don't worry about it, it's okay." You said comfortingly and he let his head fall gently against your shoulder. "Let's get back to bed, hm? We don't have to sleep if you don't want to. You can just rest and we can talk a little more?"

Bucky smiled against you. "I'd like that." A gentle kiss was placed to your shoulder. "Sounds perfect."

You gently caught Bucky's hand as you both left the kitchen and trudged back towards your shared room. The covers and sheets had grown cold as you crawled back into bed but Bucky didn't mind. He didn't mind at all. Certainly not as you lay beside him, his head coming to rest against your shoulder as your hand worked its way through his dishevelled hair. The nightmares were nothing but a thing of the past as he closed his eyes and sighed. He was home, safe and not alone.

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First Impressions

Mingyu x Reader

Author:Deko

Summary:In which Mingyu is a regular and your positive your into him.

Gene:fluff,Swearing,Romance

Rating:General Audiences

~First Impressions~

You'd developed a crush.

One, which you'd hoped was fleeting because you only ever saw him around once a week whenever he'd come into your shop.

He was peculiar in the way he carried himself, he'd nestle himself in a corner and play with a trinket he found interesting and made himself laugh on plenty of occasions.

To others, you guessed, he might look half insane laughing to himself like that – but to you, you found it rather sweet.

Sweet, because he indulged in the company of himself. So few are lucky to have enough confidence to carry themselves freely without reserve or judgement, so while he struck you as peculiar, you also found him irresistibly charming for this fact alone.

He came up to you one day and completely shocked you out of your daydream – and you shuffled to hide your book to make it look like you were actually working.

He met your eyes, "Do you make this stuff?"

He pointed around the shop, and you tried to focus on the question but your mind was more drawn to the fact that his voice did not match his pretty face. You'd always imagined him more soft spoken.

"Y-yeah. Well, no" You exhaled slowly, calming yourself down. "Some. My dad makes most of it."

Ahh, wonderfully spoken. Beautifully enunciated.

He hummed in wonder, and you saw a faint smile trace his lips for a moment, before it disappeared.

He said nothing more and began to walk out of the shop.

You gasped, not wanting him to leave. He'd finally talked to you and that's all he'd had to say? The shop was empty so now was your chance to... say something, anything!

You leaned over the wooden counter, "My name's Y/N!" you half shouted, grasping onto the edge.

Really? Your name? That was the best you could do?

He turned around, eyes wide in wonderment, before they softened at the sight of you. "I'm Mingyu. See ya."

He shoved his hands in his pockets, walking away. He used his shoulder to push open the door and left the shop without another word.

You slumped back in your chair and took your book back out from its hiding spot, and tried to focus on the words. You were sour upon him leaving, his presence alone had always made you feel giddy, and the shop suddenly felt colder without him there.

—0–0–0–0–

The next day, Mingyu came in.

This shocked you because he never came in more than once a week; you wondered what must have been so important.

Shock was evident on your face, and when your eyes locked as he walked in the door he wore an unreadable expression.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye as you were stacking wooden toys and trinkets onto the shelves, and noticed that he wasn't acting the way he usually did. He seemed off.

You bit your lip and approached him quietly; he didn't look at you though, as you spoke into the air – only able to admire his side profile.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You treaded carefully, sounding a little too meek for your liking. You didn't like the effect he had on you.

He looked to be lost in thought for a moment, before turning to look at you. "What kind of gifts do girls like?"

Your heart sank into the floor.

As your eyes trailed his face, gaze sweeping over his perfectly symmetrical features from his soft brown eyes to his pretty pink mouth you realised the insanity of your previous sentiments.

Of course he had a girlfriend, look at him for gods' sake.

You masked your sadness aptly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. It wasn't as if he'd lead you on or anything, you'd just been living in your own delusions for far too long, allowing them to manifest into actual feelings.

"The things my father makes..." You walked ahead of him around the corner and through shelves, using your index finger to indicate you wanted to be followed, "Are good for tourists, and gifts for old people."

You lead him to a little corner of the shop, one that only stocked the things that you yourself had made. It was your father's idea.

"As for me, I like to make prettier things. Things other girls might enjoy." You used your hand to gesture up and down the shelf.

Mingyu looked at you for a moment with a quirked brow, and then set his gaze to the shelf.

You watched on as he reached out to touch the eclectic weeping willow you'd made. It had taken you forever to create, hence the maybe a little outrageous price tag. You'd had many customers grumpily try to haggle the price with you, but you were fond of it, maybe you didn't really want to let it go.

"You made this?" He questioned, gaze still on it. His long fingers were delicately tracing the decorative beading on it.

"Yes." You murmured shyly, clasping your hands behind your back.

"It must've taken you a long time." He noted.

"It did." You couldn't really think of much else to say, so you continued to watch his form.

He finally leaned up, as if breaking away from his transfixed state. You'd be lying if you said you weren't flattered.

"I'll take it, then."

You blinked up at him, "Are you sure?"

He raised his eyebrow at you, small smile playing on his lips.

He picked up the tree and set off towards the direction of the counter without another word, prompting you to follow.

You rushed ahead, pushing the small wooden entryway to go behind the counter, before meeting his eyes again.

He placed the item down and you looked back up at him, searching his face for any uncertainty.

"Can I ask you a question?" You murmured, avoiding his eyes.

He put his elbows on the counter and sat his head in his palms, watching you expectantly. "Sure."

Too close, he was too close!

You stepped back a fraction, hopefully to an unnoticeable degree. "Is the person this gift is for...special?"

The prying question left your mouth with little hesitation, and he too answered without it.

"Yes."

You watched as he pulled out his wallet and started fishing out notes, but you stopped him with your hand, lowering his gently.

"Then it's on me."

He looked at you, "Huh? No, I couldn't." He ignored you and set the money on the counter anyway.

"I made this a long time ago" You whispered gently, scanning the item to let the system know it was no longer in the store, "It's collecting dust here. You've also given us more business than I care to admit." Your tone was teasing when you looked up at him.

Again, his expression was unreadable.

"Would you like me to wrap it?" You asked, fighting down a sigh.

"Yes, please." His nice voice sent your heart into mini palpitations, and turned your stomach into a fluttering mess.

Stupid, traitorous body.

"Just a moment then." You took the item and walked into the back, exhaling deeply when you were out of ear shot.

You carefully wrapped the tree in bubble wrap, before setting it onto some pink wrapping paper and folding it all together nicely. You sealed it with tape before you heard the entry way doorbell ring.

You left the item in the back and wiped your dewy hands on your pinafore. Stepping out, you looked at the older woman who'd stepped into the store.

"Welcome!" You smiled at her, not familiar with her face. It was always customary to welcome newer customers, the regulars never cared quite so much.

She smiled back and set about the store, and you turned back around to go and retrieve the wrapped gift.

You brought it back out and noticed the money was still sitting on the counter, so while his attention was diverted in his zoned out state, you sneakily placed the money in the bottom of the paper bag, and put the wrapped gift on top of it – effectively hiding it.

"Here you go." You set the paper bag in front of him, and he took the handle and let it fall to his side.

"Thank you." He gave you a quick smile before heading out, and this time instead of using his hands like a normal person, or even his shoulder like he had the day before – he used his foot to push the door open and set out.

You watched his hair fly around in the wind as he stepped outside. The door shut and the bell jingled – leaving you to watch his figure through the glass doors.

His hair was so fluffy. You sighed, putting your elbow on the counter and resting your head in your palm. You wondered what it might be like to run your hands through it.

Sadly, though – that wouldn't happen any time soon. Any girl worth spending 89 dollars on an artisanal craft tree, must be special indeed. It seemed rather frivolous.

—0–0–0–0–

The next morning passed without any drama, and you found yourself during lunchtime nose deep in a book. This week had been slow, dreadfully slow – despite Mingyu and his more than occasional visits – to bring you out of the ordinary.

Your dreamlike state was shattered with a loud ringing of the entry bell, signifying the door had been opened with a little more force than necessary.

A gasp caught in your throat at the sight of Mingyu– and while you were overjoyed at his visit (3 days in a row was a new record) you couldn't help but notice the scowl on his face.

"Y/N."

He'd never said your name before, it sounded like heaven coming from him. But maybe a little bit of slipping from the clouds and plummeting down to earth kind of heaven because his tone was heated.

You watched as he rummaged through his pant pocket, before he pulled out a familiar wad of cash.

He unceremoniously dumped the notes onto the counter in front of you, and his eyes drew you to them, even though the first thing you wanted to do was look away.

"I said no. Why did you do that?" He sounded affronted, and he ran his pretty long fingers through his soft mop of hair to emphasize his frustration with you.

You wanted to say sorry, but you weren't. And if not for a faux apology, what were you supposed to say to that? So you kept quiet, hoping it would pass.

He narrowed his eyes at you sharply, and if gazes could kill...

"So, do you just go around giving away the things you make to anyone for free?" The angry set of his jaw was as frightening as it was handsome. You knew this boy – you'd been watching him for so long. His goofy, light-hearted demeanour could not be clouded with a foul mood.

And as if you were psychic, your silence seemed to stun him. He'd come in here hoping for a reaction and when he realised you weren't going to give him one it calmed him down. You watched as his tense stature relaxed, and his frown mellowed out.

"My sister loved the gift, by the way." His tone had gone soft, "She said it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. I thought so too."

Your heart rate quickened – his sister? You had a nasty habit for jumping to conclusions. It's not as if he'd come into a craft store to buy handcrafted wooden condoms.

Your heart had a pessimistic way of thinking, you'd liked him so much and for so long that your brain turned to non-functioning mush in his presence, clearly.

His sister. The tree was for his sister.

You chewed on your lower lip, trying to concentrate on evening out your breathing and heartbeat. To no avail, naturally.

His gaze was on you so strongly you could feel it. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I'm...sorry?" Wow it's like you didn't even try to be convincing.

"No you're not." He chuckled, low and quickly – and it built up into laughter much lighter "You're not sorry at all."

You looked away, caught.

From your peripheral vision you saw him slide the notes over to you, even closer than they were before. "Put the money in the register. Now."

His tone didn't leave much room for debate, it was low and persuasive and you found yourself trembling at the thought of saying no.

"I want to watch you do it."

You detected hints of flirtation in his tone but you didn't want to get ahead of yourself, so you reached out to grab the money and just get it over and done with, but he was quicker.

He snapped the money back up and held it between his middle and forefinger, just for the purpose of keeping your gaze. "And don't try this again, I live too far away to keep coming back like this."

You tilted your head in question, he lived far away?

You held your hand out and he gave you the money, allowing you to put it in the register underneath his watchful gaze.

You shut it, and looked up. "Satisfied?"

He grinned at you, "Very..." A pause,

"Don't sell yourself short, don't ever try to give some guy free things, especially when they're so beautifully and carefully crafted."

You felt mildly affronted by his accusations. "What do you mean by some guy?" your lips fell into a thin line, the previous mood shattered. You chose to ignore the latter half of the sentences flattery.

"I don't know. Maybe if some guy you like comes in with his friends and charms the pants off of you and I don't know... you just give away your things for free."

You gave him a look of complete confusion. Was he daft?

"I like you, jerk."

Your hands came up to your mouth, as if it would do any good. Why had you said something so rash?

His eyes went wide, and if you didn't know any better you might have seen his face flush.

"What, why? You don't even know me..." He scratched the back of his head, "For how long?"

How coherent of him?

"Why? Because I can. I might not know you but, that doesn't mean I don't want to! And, uh, a while..." You huffed indignantly at the end of your mild outburst.

"No, god I mean..." He ran a hand through his hair, "I wouldn't say I like you, it's more of a crush... I don't know how to explain it, how can you like someone you don't know? You know?"

He had a fair point, in all his jumbled musings, perhaps blurting out your affections so carelessly made him think you were someone who used those words often.

"Well..." you thought, deflecting, "how can you have a crush on me then? Or whatever it is you want to call it."

"I asked first."

You almost scoffed, folding your arms. "Because I see you looking around and you're always happy. This is my father's store, and it makes me happy seeing you happy inside of it."

How many times did you just use the word happy?

He looked pleased at your admission, a sweet sly smile playing at his lips.

You sighed, "Now you."

"Alright" he shifted his balance onto his other leg, looking far taller and more imposing than he should have for someone so pleasant. "You make me curious, that's why."

Huh?

He rolled his eyes at your blank stare of confusion, "You make me curious. Whenever I come in you scramble to hide the books you're reading, to pretend like you were working." There was laughter in his voice, "It's cute..." he leaned in closer over the counter, "and it makes me so curious, I always wanted to know what you were reading."You felt your cheeks warm in embarrassment, "You could've just asked."

"No..." he hummed in reply "Because I spent my time in here day dreaming about what you might be reading. It entertained me."

You huffed, "Nice to know I'm a good source of entertainment."

"And whenever you look over at me..." He ignored you and carried on, "And I notice from the corner of my eye and look back, you always look away. Why do you do that?"

All of this time he'd never let on just how attentive he was to you. Knowing this embarrassed you to no end.

You didn't answer him.

"Why do you do that?" He tried again, his voice sounded closer than before. He looked so handsome with confusion lacing his features."I don't know." You bit back shyly

"You're a shit liar, do you know that?" he bit his lip and gave you a once over, "I'll ask you one more time, why do you look at me like that?"

You played with the frills on your sleeves out of nervousness and pat down your store pinafore one too many times than was necessary, desperately needing a distraction from your ever fluttering stomach.

"Y-you know you're nothing like I thought you'd be." You muttered

He smirked and gave you a look as if to say, 'no shit.'

"Wrong answer." Was what he whispered back instead.

The two of you just stood there staring at one another, and you couldn't discern whether or not the silence was comfortable, or unbearable.

You could've sworn his eyes darted to your lips for a moment, but the spell was broken when the bell sounded and a customer came in through the door.

"Welcome!" You got out, albeit breathlessly.

You met eyes with Mingyu again, and he looked as if he was on the brink of saying something. He sucked in an annoyed breath and looked away. But that façade didn't last long because a second later his attention was back on you.

"What time do you get off?"

Your eyes darted to the clock. 5.20. You had 10 minutes left but you'd rather clock out early than have to wait through the tension of, well, whatever the hell you'd call this.

You watched as your final customer left after looking around extremely briefly.

"Now." You whispered, taking off your pinafore gently and setting it beneath the counter.

You went out back for only a moment and switched the power off, coming back out to meet Mingyu.

Your nervousness was palpable, and you patted down your jean skirt that was beneath the pinafore, hoping that your blouse was presentable enough.

It felt like time was moving very slowly as the two of you walked out of the store together, his beautiful features were darkened in shadow – illuminated only by the soft cloudy light emanating from the glass doors.

The two of you slipped out wordlessly, but not before you flipped the sign at the door around to 'Sorry! We are CLOSED.'

—0–0–0–0–

Mingyu took you to a park that was close by, and while the sun wasn't out shining, there was a real charm to the dull grey – with little hints of blue dotted throughout the sky.

The two of you sat on a bench overlooking a field of grass and trees, with flowers scattered about, growing in sparse groups.

"You know, I'm sorry for teasing you." He murmured, looking forward.

You smiled, only a little.

You often day-dreamed about Mingyu taking you out, but back then he didn't have a name to his face. He was just the smiling boy who'd come in whenever he felt like it, with no routine.

But now that you knew the kind of flirtatiousness and deadly charm of which he was capable, it got you to thinking. Just what exactly was it that you liked about him? He had every right to tease you, and to question – because in his eyes you were just a silly girl with an even sillier, baseless crush.You turned to look at his side profile, marvelling at the perfect sculpture of it. "You are?"

"Yeah. Can I tell you the truth?" There was an odd sort of smile on his lips – that met somewhere between a grin and a grimace.

You nodded – hopefully he caught it in his peripheral vision.

"At first I was annoyed with you – for telling me you liked me so carelessly. I thought maybe you'd said it to lots of people before me, I got jealous I suppose." He leaned off to the side of the bench and sat back up with a daisy in his hand, and when he started picking at the petals you supposed it was to put his energy somewhere. "But seeing the way you act when I even... look at you. The way you look at me, it's..." he sighed softly, thoughts dribbling off into nothingness. You hadn't even realised he thought so deeply about you, you felt awful for making him uncomfortable – even without realising it."What I'm trying to say is that I understand you." He finalised "I'm drawn to you, too, more than I can understand why."

You smiled softly, suddenly feeling very warm.

"But, you don't know me, Y/N." He looked at you – looking far too beautiful in all his earnest composure. "Can you live with that?"

"For now." You whispered, "But I meant what I said before, is it so wrong to want to get to know you?"

"Which..." He inhaled and reclined into the bench, legs splayed out in a boyishly charming manner "Which me did you start to like, how was I?"

You thought about the confusing question for a moment, "You smiled a lot. Made a lot of weird, goofy faces at inanimate objects my father and I made. Ridiculously charming stuff." You giggled "And you'd always buy the silly things that my dad loves and I loathe. You know, the wooden sculptures with odd anatomy. I told him there was no market for it, but you became the market." You bit your lip to keep from laughing harder.You paused, "I'll only be a little upset if that isn't the real you."He pulled his lower lip through his teeth and turned to look at you, there was something indiscernible about his gaze, "Only a little?" he whispered.

A.Lie.

"Yeah..." You trailed off

"Do you make it a habit to lie?" he scoffed, turning away from you. "I already told you, you're a bad liar."

"'Shit', I believe was your adjective of choice."

You watched him grin, if you were brave enough to call it that. "I'm serious, Y/N. If you want my truths you have to give me yours, it's the only way we can figure out..." his index finger flicked between the two of you in an exaggerated gesture "Whatever this is."

He was right. He was probably always right.

"I'd be upset, but I'm sure I could get used to every part of you."

Satisfied, he seemed to drop it. "Good, because it is a part of me, before you that is."

You quirked your brow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You make me nervous." He concluded simply.

"I make you nervous? You never let that on, at all." You murmured, truthfully confused.

Mingyu seemed very well put together. He was a person who you'd always assumed never gave two shits about the thoughts of other people. But the more time you spent with him alone, the more you realised your awful habit of projecting personalities onto people was a dangerous game to play.

The Mingyu you had feelings for was only a small part of his personality, there was more depth to him than he let on.

"I'm a better liar than you." He was looking at you fully, now.

It was silent for a while before he spoke up again, "My mom took me to this area when I was a little younger during the holidays. You didn't work at the shop at that time but I vaguely remember seeing your face. I loved the eccentric toys your father made, so I always asked my mom to bring me back."

This was news to you, you didn't remember him at all. But listening to him recollect so fondly about your store made your heart swell with pride. That's all your father had ever wanted, a homelike store full of warmth and treasures people of all ages could enjoy.

The store was especially bustling during holiday season and irrevocably dead during off season, so it was understandable you didn't recognize his face.

"I always drive down here when I get the time. I feel at home here for some reason because I have good memories of the store – it was so magical and big when I was a kid, not so much now, naturally."

"Yeah, you're huge." You cut in.

He snickered before continuing on, "Since I felt at home in your store I always got a little comfortable, entertaining myself. But then I noticed you looking at me once, and I don't know what it was about it, but, something happened to my heart that day."

You blinked a few times, trying to absorb all of this information. He was a wonderful speaker – his voice was so calming and deep you found it hard not to fall in.

"Your heart?" You questioned delicately, just trying to make sense of the connection the two of you seemed to have – which until today had gone severely unnoticed.

"Yeah. And before I knew it I was nervous, I couldn't act the way I usually did because I was afraid it would scare you off or something. I felt like I couldn't be myself around you, you were too beautiful for that." He ran a hand through his hair after the statement, and you felt blessed to have seen him do it up so close.

"That's...shallow. You were willing to change who you are, for me? Because you thought I was pretty?" You laughed lightly at the notion

He raised his eyebrow at you and leaned in close, "Shallow?"

You swallowed at the close proximity.

"You never answered my question, and I've been so truthful I think I deserve an answer..." He ran his tongue along his lower lip, following the teasing lilt in his tone. He was teasing you, and he wasn't attempting to conceal it this time.

You knew exactly what question he wanted the answer to.

'Why do you look at me like that?'

He fucking well knew the answer to it too, and you wondered if he was 50% kindness and 50% mischief – maybe 60/40.

But you were certain, even after everything he'd divulged to you – you'd take all 50% of his teasing, of his bullying and smirks and eyebrow raises and every other bloody thing that came along with Mingyu's personality – if it meant you got to see him laugh with glee from time to time.You'd gotten caught up in your thoughts while watching him, and you shook your head to shake you out of the dazed reverie.

"You were doing it just now." He fell back dramatically into the bench, leaning his head back "Christ."

"Sorry."

"No you aren't!"

You giggled, then.

"No really. I am, I'm sorry. I didn't ever want to make you uncomfortable. That's the truth. It was the last thing I wanted." You felt a little ashamed of yourself, at not ever being able to hide your feelings well.

Your inability to do so had caused the person next to you a great deal of confusion.

"Whoever said I wanted an apology from you? I love the way you look at me. But I told you before, I'm curious." He shifted close to you, impossibly so. Close enough that your thighs were touching – but his were clothed.

"If you don't tell me, I'll kiss you."

You looked at his mouth and had to fight back laughter. That was a threat? Oh boohoo, that would be awful.

Perfectly annoyed by him, you grabbed gently at the collar of his shirt and brought his mouth to yours. He let out a low, pleased noise – melting into your touch.

His lips felt like heaven on yours, they were soft and warm – and the noises of pleasure he was making was doing little to stifle the rampant thumping of your heart. He kissed back with fervour, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him further.

When it had all gotten too much, he pulled away slowly and hesitantly, before putting his head into the crook of your neck and letting out a soft sigh. "That was unfair." He whispered, leaning back to look at you. "You're avoiding giving me an answer."

"Are you done being a brat or are you going to admit that you already know the answer?" You wound your arms around his neck and played with the back of his hair, admiring the feel. It was as soft as you'd imagined.

"Is it so wrong to want to hear it from you?" He murmured, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours again quickly.

You laughed softly into the little space between you, effectively ignoring him.

"I really am sorry about liking you so early. But I think it'll be very easy to like all of you,Mingyu." You hoped you sounded sure.

"You're not sorry." He bit his lip, smiling through the gesture.

"You're right." You whispered, leaning up and placing a delicate kiss to his forehead, and lingering far longer than necessary;

"I'm not."

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[ellewords]

Hi Elle! How you doin'?😁 Okay... I'm gonna write the brainrot now. I never know how to start writing or talking...

"Put on a little more makeup! You wanna sweep him off his feet or not?!" Your best friend says, while filing their nails.

"I don't want to coat my face with this much makeup! It's daytime!" You say while looking at the mirror, checking if you need something else to be done. They shrug, "Point... and besides, I think you already swept him off his feet."

You both chuckle. You still can't believe that a tornado named Nishinoya asked you out. I mean, you've always admired him. His confidence, his personality... yeah you've had a tinyyy little bit of crush on him. But you never expected him to notice someone quiet and "unnoticeable" like you, let alone take you out.

But here you are, getting ready for a date with him.

"Do you know where he's taking you?" Your bestie asks. You shake your head, "No. He said he wanted to keep it a surprise-"

Your doorbell rings. And your phone pinged, indicating that Nishinoya is here. You and your bestie frantically run out of the room, double checking if anything is missing. Then you go and open your door, to find him standing at your door.

"Hi!" He says with a thousand watts smile on his face. He's wearing casual clothes, and carrying a backpack. His hands are behind his back. You smile at him, "Hi there..."

"This is for you." He brings out a bouquet of various kinds of flowers he was holding behind his back. It looks like he arranged it himself. A little disheveled, but adorable. You mutter a soft "Thanks" and put the bouquet in a vase near your door. He sees your best friend and wave at them, then asks you, "Shall we?"

You nod. He offers his arm to you, you take it. Your bestie says to him, "Bring her back before curfew! And no kissing!" You turn around to glare at them. You look at Nishinoya and give him an awkward smile. He smiles and take you to the date.

He is walking with you, your hand on the crook of his elbow. You are wondering where he is taking you. Then after a while, he takes you to a park. You look at him. Is he taking you for a picnic date? A little smile makes its way on your face. He sheepishly smiles at you, "Well, um... I know it's nothing like a fancy restaurant or something-" You stop him, "Hey, don't worry! I think it's really cute!"

He spreads a picnic blanket under a tree. You sit with him there, chatting over sandwiches and iced tea, getting to know each other. It felt amazing to see what he's like, outside the school boundaries. He's holding your pinky with his all the time. Looks like he's having a good time too. To be honest, it's a really cute date.

After a while, when you don't have anything else to ask or share, you start to stare at the playground where some children are playing with swing sets, slides and see-saw. It's been a really long time since you played with those. A small, wistful sigh escapes from your lips. He looks at where you're staring. A mischievous smile creeps up on his face. He asks you, "Do you want to play there?" You look at him and blink, "Aren't we a bit too old for this, Noya-kun?" He shrugs, "Maybe... maybe not. If you want to play, we should definitely play. After all, you live only once."

You look at the playground, then at him. You smile, "Okay." His smile broadens. He takes your hand and pull you towards the playground, while you laugh.

You never imagined that you'd have your first date like this... but you know what, you would never change this for anything.

Good night, Elle. Take care 😘

— from elle ! the thought of noya arranging the flowers himself is just so pure and wholesome bec while he seems like the type to just go “ ooooh pretty ! ”, he could also just look up the meanings of each flower and that just makes me soft ;-; and a picnic date?? literally would love to go one one so the short scenario i’m adding (under the cut, as usual) is very self-indulgent. thank you for this, hope you are having the loveliest of days <33

“did you make these yourself?” you asked, taking a bite of one of the sandwiches that had been laid out. truth be told, you were rather surprised at the amount of effort that he made — especially on something like a first date. the flowers he brought, the food.

it was the perfect day out, white clouds scattered across the pale blue sky; it wasn’t too hot, a comforting warm that tickled your bare skin. the birds were chirping too, singing the sweetest of melodies as they perched on top the branches of the tree you and noya sat under. a light breeze blows between the two of you; nishinoya breathes it all in, smiling.

he genuinely can’t believe that this was happening, that he was out here spending the day with you. heart growing restless, a light blush on his cheeks, he remembers the way he practically ran to the gym the second you accepted the invitation to go out on a date with him. there was a grin on his face, the largest anyone had ever seen from him. he shouts at the top of his lungs, feet above the gyms floors as he raises his fists into the air, “yn agreed to go on a date with me!”

the gym erupted into a chorus of applause and cheers, happy for their libero. tanaka immediately engulfing him in a hug, “i told you yn would say yes, bro!”

“great. maybe now you’ll stop talking about yn all the time.”

that certainly wasn’t going to happen. not when you’re sitting in front of him, all radiant in the light of the sun. smile on your face as you looked at him, nishinoya hoped that flicker of emotion in your eyes was one of enjoyment. his palms are getting sweatier by the minute. he wants this to be perfect; no, he needed it to be. nishinoya’s too busy going through the checklist in his head of things he should be doing that it doesn’t even register that you had asked him a question.

“noya-kun, are you alright?”

he finally snaps out of his daze, blinking back at you with his head tilted to the side. the blush already present on his cheeks grows even redder, “i’m sorry, did you say something?”

you laughed, grateful that it seemed like he was actually much more nervous than you were, “it’s fine, i was just asking if you prepared all of this yourself.”

“oh, no, i didn’t.” nishinoya smiled, sheepish as a hand nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “i actually had tons of help from the team.”

you cooed, “noya-kun, you asked the team for help?”

“of course, i did.” he mumbled, picking one of the wildflowers that surrounded the blanket, “i wanted today to be perfect.”

your heart fluttered, your fingertips brushing against his as he hands you a flower, “another flower?”

“you’re right. this one’s not as pretty as you,” nishinoya spoke, placing the flower beside him on the the blanket, “was that too cheesy? sorry, i—-”

“no! no!” you interjected, voice much louder than he’s used to. your eyes are wide, wildly waving your hands out in front of him. it startled him for a few seconds but settles when you offer him a reassuring smile, “it’s perfect. all of this is perfect.”

at that moment, any amount of nervousness nishinoya felt completely disappeared. all he wanted now was to enjoy the day with you. and he did.

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[css1992]

Do you take prompts? Cause I'm dying to read some good Mob boss Tony who's badass with everyone else and melts down for his baby Peter! :) Thank you anyways 😊

Hello there! I’m not sure I’m gonna take prompts yet, because I’m a really slow writer and would probably get overwhelmed way too quickly, but I do love myself some Mob Boss!Tony, I just needed an excuse to write it, haha.

@roleplayangelprincess, I really do hope you like this! Thank you for reaching out. XO

Mob Boss!Tony x Precious!Peter

Word count: 5k+

Warnings: explicit, nff, 18+, mentions of blood, violence, torture and child abuse (nothing explicit), no violence between main pairing. Mafia AU. If you spot anything else that might be triggering to anyone, please let me know!

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Tony’s world had always smelt of gunpowder, blood and tears, for as long as he could remember. The only lullabies he knew were the sounds of shots being fired, screams of horror and desperate begging. Howard used to say it was important that he was raised in the middle of all that, he believed it would make him a tougher man, a firmer leader. He wanted Tony to experience all those situations he usually found himself in, because one day it would all be his – his whole empire, all of New York City’s underworld would be in the palm of his hands, and the scum of the earth that lived in it would be able to smell fear, weakness and softness from three thousand miles away.

So Tony never knew softness, kindness or gentleness. He was raised on blood, tears and gunpowder, to the sounds of screams, gunshots and begging. He was groomed to be a leader as heartless and cold as Howard, to be able to pull the trigger without hesitating. Cold and calculated. He was eight when he killed for the first time, just old enough to support the weight of the gun with both hands and handle its kickback.

The man had begged and cried, looking into his eyes, and Tony didn’t feel anything, he had heard those sounds so many times by then, it did nothing to him. Howard said “do it” and he did. He pulled the trigger. The man’s blood spattered his face and arms and shirt and it was weirdly warm, like teardrops on his skin. He stood there, mesmerized for a few seconds, before Maria told him to go clean up and get ready for supper.

That episode was his life in a nutshell, the smells, the sounds, the darkness, his mother’s reaction, his father’s nod of approval. He grew used to it all, he embraced it, he craved it, and he didn’t know anything else.

Until Peter.

Peter was a ray of fucking sunshine on Tony’s cloudy, dark days, and he hated it at first. He hated that he made his world brighter, he hated that Peter made him want to bend to his every wish, hated that he made him want to protect him from the world, hated that he made him feel so fucking vulnerable, and weak, and exposed, but he loved him. He fucking loved him so much. He had no idea when it started,  but it felt like from day one, he never had a choice.

Tony had just left one of his clubs in a terrible mood, one of his most profitable deals had fallen though due to his employees’ incompetence and he had had to kill people – six, to be precise –  it was a bloodbath, there was running and screaming and just nonsense in general, as he sat there and rolled his eyes at the failed escape attempts. To top it all off, there was blood on his favorite suit. It was a three-piece, Italian cut suit and it would go to waste thanks to those idiots running around like fools. All in all, a bad day.

“Excuse me, sir! Excuse me!” And then, sunshine. That chirpy, high-pitched voice coming from behind him was slightly annoying, and if he had been just a little more pissed he would have turned and shot him on the spot, no questions asked, but as it was, he’d maybe just tell him to fuck off.

When he turned around, though, there was a young man looking back at him, clearly scared now. Tony noticed that Rogers and Barnes had their guns pointed at him, as he raised his shaky, thin arms in surrender, a black, Italian leather wallet in his hand. “Y-you, y-you dr-drop...” He couldn’t even speak, so Tony took that time to look him over. He looked young, probably in his late teens or early twenties, he was thin and short and he had a very pretty face for a boy. He wore baggy jeans and an oversized NYU hoodie, so Tony guessed he was a student. In short, a very delicious meal for such a shitty night.

“Rogers, my wallet,” Tony cut the boy off, gesturing for Steve to get his wallet from him. He almost passed out when the blonde man approached him, still holding the gun to his face.

“I don’t mean any trouble, sir, I’m so sorry, I just found the wallet on the ground, I-I swear,” He whimpered pitifully and the sound made Tony’s cock twitch. He raised an eyebrow at himself.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, looking around to maybe try to figure out where the boy had come from. They were in a deserted area, somewhere between Queens and Brooklyn, near one of his clubs and a few of his warehouses, there was nothing around there that would justify Peter’s presence, unless he had ulterior motives and the college student get-up was just a ruse.

“W-walking home from work, sir. I-I didn’t have any money left f-for the subway,” He stuttered, hands still up, he was shaking all over now, and it usually didn’t bother Tony, but he was such a pretty thing, the older man didn’t like to see those squirming for the wrong reasons, he had other uses for them. If the boy was harmless, that terrible night could still be saved.

“What’s your name, boy?” That was all Natasha needed to run a background check on him and, in that moment, he found out the name of what would come to be his greatest weakness. Peter Parker. He looked at Barnes and he nodded quietly, sending a message to Natasha to run a quick check. As soon as it came back clear, he opened a big, shark-like smile at the still trembling boy. “Well, it appears we got off on the wrong foot, sweetheart.”

In retrospect, Tony wouldn’t be able to tell what possessed him that night, what made him think that it would be a good idea to lure him into his car and offer him a ride home. He knew that the boy did things to him, he was gorgeous and innocent-looking, a personal favorite, but Tony didn’t often act on impulse. Even his one-night-stands were carefully chosen and vetted, he couldn’t afford to take any risks; but that night, for the first time – the first of many –, he made an exception for Peter Parker. He didn’t know what made the younger man come with him, either, specially after being held at gunpoint by Rogers and Barnes, but he came, probably possessed by the same entity that clouded Tony’s judgment.

The mob boss made up a story about being the CEO of a multi-billion dollar company and told him that Rogers and Barnes were his bodyguards. He wasn’t too far off from the truth, he did run a multi-billion dollar business and Barnes and Rogers were the only two people in the world he trusted with his life. He told the naive boy that he couldn’t tell him the company’s name for safety reasons, and he ate it all up like a good boy, got in the car with Tony and was easily charmed by his words.

What the older man didn’t count on, though, was that he was really charming, too, in his own way. He was smart and sharp, slightly sarcastic and sassy, and really, really sweet. The older man couldn’t quite understand why it attracted him so much when he took the boy back to his place, but it did, and when he had him sprawled on his one-thousand thread count Egyptian sheets, mouth slack and begging for more, he thought it was merely lust.

Only it didn’t go away after that first night, but Tony thought he just had to fuck him out of his system, which seemed easy enough. He invited Peter to dinner – unfortunately, he had to keep up the facade of being a nice gentleman if he wanted to have him again – and the boy was so fucking happy to hear from him when he picked up the phone. Tony could swear his room got brighter when his voice filled up the empty space.

He was just as charming and even more sassy the second time they met, a little less shy, a little bolder now that Tony knew what he looked like naked and stuffed full of his cock. He took him back home again. And again. And again. By the fifth time they got together, Tony realized – with the utmost horror – that he was beginning to care about the boy. He longed to see him, he wanted to know about his days; he was amused by his antics, he remembered the names of his friends from school, and the professors he liked and disliked. He wanted to hurt the people who made him sad for whatever reason, he was worried about his eating habits, he wanted to make all his money problems disappear. He cared about him.

So, logically, he had to kill him.

There was just no other way, Tony Stark couldn’t afford to care about anybody, it was too big of a weakness, it was gonna be his downfall and he couldn’t have it. So by the sixth night, he did what he had to do. He unwrapped the thin, pale arms from his chest, untucked the sweet-smelling head from under his chin, and got out of bed. He took his gun from the nightstand drawer and pointed it at Peter’s head.

He’d make it painless, the boy wouldn’t have to suffer, he’d die peacefully in his sleep. Tony would have to buy another bed, but other than that, it wouldn’t be much of a clean-up, the way the boy was lying almost in the center of the bed, there wouldn’t even be blood on the floor. Besides, he didn’t have any family left, he only had a couple of friends at school and two more who were away for college, so not many people to look for him. They’d think he’d moved away or something.

Tony stared at him over the barrel of his gun. As soon as he had stepped out of the bed, Peter reached for his pillow and clutched it like a doll, dreaming away, with an almost unnoticeable smile on his lips, completely unaware that he was sharing a bed with the most dangerous criminal in New York, possibly in the whole country. So innocent, and naive, and beautiful.

He was so tiny, so out of place in his cold, dark world. Peter didn’t smell like blood or gunpowder, he smelled like something sweet and edible, he never screamed or cried, he always had a bright smile for him and the most delectable laugh.

Tony faltered. No matter how hard he tried to will his finger to pull the trigger, he couldn’t do it, he just couldn’t fucking do it. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered the gun, cursing under his breath, unable to believe he couldn’t do such a simple thing. Eight-years-old Tony hadn’t fucking blinked when Howard told him to do it. Why couldn’t he fucking do it?

“Tony? Is everything okay?” When he opened his eyes again, Peter was sitting up, and he looked worried. Tony noticed his eyes were fixed on the gun in his hand. “What’s going on?” He whispered, looking around the room, as if there was a threat out there, little did he know he was face to face with the devil himself.

“Nothing, sweetheart, I just thought I heard something. I checked, it’s nothing, go back to sleep.” He put the gun back in the drawer and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, good. Come back to bed, then.” He reached out his arms to Tony, so open and trusting, sitting on his big bed, swallowed by all those expensive sheets, wearing one of his old t-shirts. So fucking small, and breakable, and vulnerable. Tony couldn’t keep him. As long as the boy was alive, he would be a weakness, he could be used as leverage.

So he needed to die. It was for his own good.

The next day, he called Barnes into his office, lighted up a cigar and slowly smoked it as he tried to digest the words he had to say to him. The other man stood there stoically, waiting patiently, until Tony blurted out, “I need you to kill Peter.” He didn’t move a muscle, didn’t even flinch. Professional as ever.

“When do you need it done, boss?” Barnes was the best man for the job, Steve was great, but he was a little soft, and Tony saw the way he looked at the kid, with that small, discreet smile full of fondness.

“Tonight,” he said, jaw set, eyes narrowed. It needed to be done. “He has a night shift at the diner. He gets off at eleven, I want it done by then. You know the drill, be discreet, careful not to make much of a mess, don’t leave any witnesses, yada yada.” He gestured with his cigar, feeling detached, like he was talking about anybody else but Peter.

“You got it, boss.” Barnes nodded and turned to leave, only to be stopped by Tony’s voice.

“Barnes,” Tony didn’t look at him when he turned around. “Make it quick. And painless.”

“Of course.”

So Tony waited. And that day might as well have lasted a fucking year, the way the hours dragged, he couldn’t concentrate on his meetings, couldn’t fucking eat, not even his cigars were enough to calm him down. He was snapping at his employees, killing people for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, losing money for being too fucking off his game.

Around ten that night, he sat on his favorite armchair, the one one in which he and Peter fucked when they couldn’t even make it to the bed, and waited. He drank his scotch and pretended to think of something else, anything, but his mind kept going back to Peter’s lifeless body covered in blood. Gone forever. He lighted up a cigar and, when he noticed his fingers were fucking shaking as it approached eleven o’clock, he realized he couldn’t fucking do it. At ten fifty-eight, he called Barnes.

“Barnes, what’s your status?” He asked, a lump in his throat, afraid it was too late already.

“He’s gathering up his things to leave, boss.” He answered calmly and Tony sighed in relief.

“I’m calling it off. Come back here right now, you and Rogers.”

“Yes, boss.”

As he waited for them, he poured himself a glass of scotch, weighting his options. He couldn’t kill Peter, but he couldn’t let him be a weakness either, so he needed a plan. First of all, Peter couldn’t be kept in the dark anymore, it was too dangerous. Second of all, nobody could ever know about him, the only two people who already knew he existed were Barnes and Rogers, and he would keep it that way.

“It’s your duty to make sure no one knows about him. Not a single soul. I mean it.” He stared at them intently and they looked back at him impassibly, nodding. “If anyone gets a whiff of him, if anyone tries to harm him in any way, I’m gonna choose one of you to torture and kill and let the other one watch and then lock them in the same room with the body to watch it rot, are we clear?”

“Yes, boss,” they both answered in unison, unfazed. One of the reasons Tony trusted them with his life was because they were each other’s weakness, they were easy to threaten. The second reason, of course, was because they risked their lives to rescue him when the Ten Rings gang managed to kidnap him, under Obadiah Stane’s orders, the jealous bastard. Nobody else came but them, and they took down the whole gang by themselves. He rewarded them handsomely, and they became the highest ranking people in his inner circle, followed closely by Natasha and Bruce.

“Good. Bring him to me.”

Not even an hour later, Peter walked into his office, looking frightened. As soon as he saw Tony, though, he breathed a great sigh of relief, rushing to his side to sit on his lap and hold him tight. Tony raised a brow, confused.

“I was so worried, Bucky and Steve just picked me up and they wouldn’t say anything, I thought something had happened to you.” His little arms clutched his neck tightly, desperately, and Tony’s heart swelled with emotions he didn’t even know existed. He breathed in the boy’s scent, feeling nervous all of a sudden, he wasn’t sure why.

“We need to talk, Peter.” He held his head with both hands and pushed him a little. “Maybe you’ll want to sit a little farther away from me for what I’m about to tell you.”

“I know what you’re gonna tell me. Please, don’t.” Tony froze at that, muscles going rigid, eyes wide. He stared at the kid’s face and he looked embarrassed, sad and scared.

“What do you think you know, Pete?” He asked quietly, studying the boy’s reactions. He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding Tony’s eyes.

“I think you’re not really a CEO,” he whispered, as a single tear ran down his cheek. Tony reached out to dry it immediately. “I-I think you h-hurt people… And stuff.”

“What stuff? Why do you think that?” He tucked a curl behind his ear and placed a finger on his chin to force him too look at him.

“I don’t know what stuff, just… Stuff. Illegal stuff.” More tears followed and he closed his eyes briefly, opening them a few seconds later. Tony waited patiently. “I’ve heard you on the phone a few times, I can smell gunpowder on you. And – blood. And it’s never yours.” Tony nodded slowly, watching his boy falling apart before his eyes, he looked pained. He was clearly a lot smarter then he let on and a lot sneakier, if he had been listening in on his phone calls. Weirdly, the older man wasn’t even mad.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” He questioned, trying to dry his tears again, holding the boy’s cheeks in his palms. He nodded slowly.

“It terrifies me,” he admitted quietly. “But I – I just. I can’t stay away from you.” He frowned and Tony sighed, smiling softly.

“I couldn’t hurt you if I tried, baby boy.” He wanted to laugh at how true that was.

“I know. I think I know that, just. Just don’t tell me wh– I don’t want to know. The things you do.”

“Of course, it has nothing to do with you, you’re not a part of this world. I’m just gonna need you to be more careful, ok, baby? We’ll set a few ground rules, and everything will be just fine.” He rubbed the boys arms as he nodded, but he still seemed agitated and nervous. ”Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I – Yeah, I guess.” He tried to smile but it turned into a grimace as a few more tears escaped his eyes. “I’m really scared.”

“Peter, listen to me. You don’t ever have to be scared, do you hear me? No one can touch you, you’re under my protection. Do you understand that? No one would dare, I swear to you. I swear it.” There was a lot of confidence in his voice, but he was terrified himself, he was afraid he couldn’t keep that promise, but Peter believed him. The way his face softened and he was finally able to smile again, Tony knew he believed him.  

They took it one day at a time, slowly figuring out their own rules. After that talk, they didn’t see each other for a few weeks, just in case someone had taken notice of the fact that Peter had entered the tower seven times over the course of four months. Then, for the boy’s spring break, Tony took him to Japan for a week, where they could walk around freely, hand in hand, only taking a few precautions before traveling, like not boarding the same plane. After that, they were able to establish a weekly routine, they never met on the same day or at the same time, but they never went more than a week without seeing each other. Quickly, days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years. Two whole years, and Tony still couldn’t believe how a boy like Peter could belong with a monster like him.

“Boss, the prince is upstairs,” Barnes warned him as soon as he stepped into the tower, to Tony’s surprise. They hadn’t scheduled anything for that night and, for a few seconds, the older man panicked and it must have shown, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it. “He’s unharmed. He insisted that I brought him as a surprise, just a heads-up.” He added and the boss let out a breath slowly, nodding.

“Very well.”

Tony hurried upstairs and as soon as he stepped inside the apartment, he was gifted with the sight of his young lover sitting on his armchair. He was wearing one of the older man’s t-shirts, his favorite one, the oldest Tony owned. He didn’t seem to be wearing anything underneath it, as Tony got a glimpse of his cute little cock peeking out from under the hem of his shirt, between his parted legs. The boy was sleeping, head resting on a hand, propped on the arm of the chair.

The older man walked towards him, loosening his tie, then stopped in front of him. He knelt by his feet, stroked his calves lightly and kissed both of his knees softly. The boy’s eyes fluttered open in surprise, until they finally focused on Tony.

“My prince,” The older man greeted, kissing his way up the pale, plump legs, stopping at the hem of the t-shirt. “Did I keep you waiting?”

“Tony,” He mumbled sleepily, running his fingers through the other’s graying hair. “It’s okay, I was hoping to surprise you, actually, but I guess I fell asleep.” His hand slid towards the older man’s cheek and he leaned into it like a cat, turning a little to place a kiss on his palm.

“Good boy,” he resumed his kisses on pale, shivering thighs, and Peter sighed quietly. “What was this surprise about, baby boy?”

“Just missed you, it’s been a while,” Peter adjusted himself on the chair, sliding his lower half down the seat and spreading his legs wider, until Tony could see a sparkle between the boy’s cheeks, where his pink, tight hole should be. The young man was blushing slightly, Tony found it endearing that he still did, after all that time.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness, have I been neglecting you?” His fingers slid across Peter’s legs, thumbs drawing circles on the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs, and the boy’s breath hitched as he got closer and closer to his balls. Tony saw his small cock flushing pink as it stood to attention, and the toy inside his hole jerked.

“It’s okay, you’re busy.” Which was absolutely true. Between Peter’s classes, Tony’s tight schedule and having to keep the boy a secret, there wasn’t a lot of time for them to meet, but Tony would correct that soon. When the boy graduated in a couple of months, he wouldn’t be such an easy target anymore, at least he wouldn’t have a predictable schedule in such a public place. He could live at the tower, where it was safe, and Barnes and Rogers could take care of him whenever he needed to go out.

“I was, little one, but I have all the time in the world for you now, let’s see this surprise of yours, shall we?” He spread Peter’s legs further, placing each of them on the arms of the chair, his boy was incredibly flexible, gorgeous to watch. He raised his shirt a little bit, just up to his stomach, but didn’t take it off. “Ah, I see. What a beautiful surprise you have there, baby boy. Thank you.” His little hole was stretched around the plug Tony had bought for him, a slick, black one, with jewels encrusted on the handle, now sticking out of him. It wasn’t too big or thick, he liked him to be tight, after all. “Did my prince come while putting this in?”

“Yes, sir… Twice,” He was already panting and Tony hadn’t even touched him where it mattered yet. He smirked and clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, you must have been really starved for cock, right? Daddy haven’t been feeding you properly. We’re gonna correct this now.” He held the end of the plug and pushed it in a little more, moved it around a bit, only to hear his boy gasp when it brushed his sweet spot. Then he slowly started pulling it out, watching in amazement as his rim stretched to allow the thickest part of the toy to come out. Once it was completely out, his hole gaped for a few seconds, before clenching furiously around nothing.

The kneeling position was hard on his knees, but his prince deserved nothing less, so stayed there and leaned in, licking the wet, quivering hole, eliciting a desperate moan from Peter, as he held his own knees in an attempt to keep his legs spread open. Tony gripped his thin waist, fingers digging into his soft flesh, hard enough to leave marks, and tried to fuck his tongue inside him. Since it was already a little loose from the toy, it gave in and he was able to lick inside him, and the boy cried out in pleasure, rocking his hips against his mouth.

“Oh, I missed this, Tony… I missed this…” He mumbled, arching his back, and the older man kept going, tongue buried inside his hole, fucking and licking it, biting his ass cheeks carefully when the young man tried to close his thighs around his head. He tasted delicious and smelled amazing. Tony made his way up to his ball as he pressed two fingers into his hole. They went in with barely any resistance as the boy moaned desperately when Tony sucked his balls into his mouth.

Peter writhed on the chair, hands buried in the older man’s hair, trying to pull him closer, small whimpers leaving his mouth every time the man’s fingers brushed his prostate. Tony licked his way back to his hole, as he tried to fuck it with both his tongue and fingers, until he could see Peter was way too close to the edge.

He got up from the floor and undid his pants. As soon as his cock sprung free, Peter launched himself at it, grabbing it with one hand and sucking the head into his mouth, like a starving man. Tony’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he groaned, burying his fingers in his wild curls and tugging just a little, enough to prevent him from deep-throating his cock – he probably wouldn’t last long if he did, sometimes he thought he might come just from rimming him.

He held his head with both hands, setting a steady pace, and Peter obeyed happily. He licked the tip of his cock, kissed it gently, then went back to sucking as one of his hands came up to play with the older man’s heavy balls – he hadn’t come in days. He took a deep breath and allowed his boy to have his fun for a while, but then pushed him gently and lifted him from the chair, taking a seat himself.

“Come sit on your throne, my prince.” He grinned devilishly, and Peter didn’t even blink an as he placed a knee on each side of Tony’s thighs, reaching behind himself to guide his cock inside.

“Oh, fuck,” He cried, as he sank down onto his cock, mouth hanging open, head thrown back in ecstasy. Tony watched, mesmerized, as the boy took him in slowly, inch by inch, until his cock was completely sheathed inside his tight heat. Peter’s inner walls massaged him as his little hole fluttered, trying to adjust to his girth, and he made little sounds of pain and pleasure.

“You’re perfect, baby, perfect for me,” Tony held his face by the cheeks and brought him closer, licking his lips open to kiss him messily and hungrily. He’d missed him, too, his soft skin, his high-pitched voice, his tiny hands stroking his face, the bouncy, sweet-smelling curls. Peter truly belonged in another world, and although he should feel completely out of place in Tony’s arms, nothing ever felt so right in his life.

The younger man started moving after a few seconds, whimpering against Tony’s lips as he rocked his hips back and forth, up and down. His hands clutched the back of the chair as he bounced on the older man’s cock, following the pace set by Tony’s hands on his hips. The older man slapped his ass once, twice, only to see the boy coming undone, biting his lips and trying to stop himself from screaming.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he grunted, fucking up into him as he bit the younger man’s lips, holding his neck with a hand. When he slapped him a third time, Peter couldn’t hold it in anymore, he screamed the older man’s name as he came with a blinding force, arching his back and gripping his shoulders. If the sight of Peter out of his mind with pleasure wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, the way he clenched his hole on his cock would do it. The older man followed suit, as he grunted against the boy’s neck, leaving marks on his skin.

Peter went limp in his arms, completely relaxed and safe, arms wrapped around his shoulders as Tony held him close, protectively. If it were up to him, Peter would never leave the penthouse, he’d quit his job, and school, and be right there where Tony could look after him. But of course he was a feisty little one, so it wasn’t up to Tony.

“Have you eaten, little one?” He whispered, placing soft kisses on his shoulders and neck, and the boy shuddered.

“No, I was waiting for you.” He whispered back, snuggling further into his arms. “But now I’m sleepy.”

“Poor baby.” He placed a kiss on his temple. “Why don’t you take a nap while I cook you some Bucatini Carbonara, huh? Isn’t that your favorite?”

“No, I’ll cook, you always cook for me,” he mumbled against his neck and Tony could barely understand what he said.

“But you’re sleepy, baby. Besides, you’re a terrible cook on a good day.” Tony chuckled, feeling the boy laughing against his chest.

“Fine, I’ll help, then,” he compromised, pecking his lips.

“Sounds great.”

Peter carefully lifted off of his cock, then stepped out of the chair, hurrying to the bathroom. Tony watched, heart clenching, as his boy walked away. He squeezed his eyes shut for a minute, trying to rein in the feeling of dread that overtook him as he imagined Peter in danger, held captive by someone like him, someone as cruel and heartless as him, someone who would torture him, make him suffer, just to get to Tony. He opened his eyes wide, feeling helpless, as he realized there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to protect him. He’d give away his entire kingdom, he’d give his own life in exchange for his.

Peter came back to the living room, still wearing his old t-shirt, a huge grin on his face as he rambled about school. Tony smiled to himself. He was worth it.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #mafia au

[compassionatereminders]

You just posted about the invalidation of trauma or mental illness.

What do you think about when someone says that you can't say sorry and mean it without changing? Its not like it'll be an overnight switch when you say sorry. With me it makes me more angry and it certainly doesn't make me feel like the small things I've been working on even matter in the first place. I could hate that i do something, but I do it and i try not to...but i do it. What would you say to people that even when they apologize there's not a complete 180 and they are trying to work through it, but its unnoticeable/invalidated because they are still in the habits? Does that even make sense? Btw, I'm not saying the person has to put up with it, they don't, its not their problem and they are allowed to end things. I'm asking about the people thats in the habit that is discouraged because they feel it wouldn't matter anyway. What would you say to them?

I would tell them to keep working on it. But if you're still in a place where you know you can't actually change or control your toxic behavior, you need to take a step back from the relationships in question until you've worked through your shit. It's okay to struggle to maintain healthy relationships, but if you're repeatedly hurting people you care about, then you need to take a step back. Even if the hurt you're causing is unintentional and you're working on it.

#chat with kat

[adragonhoardingstories]

Daminette AU (Part 10)

"What's going on here?" A voice boomed, it commanded attention and Marinette knew as soon who it belonged to.

The crowd dispersed and Batman Bruce Wayne walked through. He saw the unconscious woman and the string binding them and connected the dots. 

He stopped in his tracks and blinked. 

"I don't think I've ever seen him surprised." Dick mock-whispered from behind them. 

That seemed enough for him to regain his composure and Jason slung and arm around her shoulder. "Meet Marinette B, my personal sunshine."

She beamed up at him and reached out to shake his hand.

"It's a pleasure, I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my son-" 

"-Damian." She cut him off. "We...know each other." She pointedly ignored Dick squealing in the background. 

"You do?" Jason and Bruce asked at the same time. 

She pulled away from Jason and extended a hand towards Damian. 

He didn't take it, just stared blankly at it. 

"I'm sorry Ya Amar." He finally whispered, defaulting to his native language.

"Damian, habibi, I've said it before, what Talia did is not on you." She replied in Arabic before she reached forward as if to cradle his face but did not touch him just yet. "Have I not always stood by you without question, supported you and fought for you? Have I not shared your burdens just as you have mine?"

She didn't break eye contact with him, even if she was painfully aware of the crowd she so desperately wished was not there, until he gave a small unnoticeable nod.

"Then why do you doubt me now?"

Marinette offered him a small, was smile , reaching for where their bond was and pushing all the intent into it, opening up her mental walls and letting him know exactly how much he mattered to her and how much she loved him for him.

His answer came in the form of him stepping forward and pressing her palms to his face. He leant forward and let their foreheads rest on each other.

Finally, finally, they were together, and

i t f e l t l i k e h o m e .

Around them, the people watching had to shield their eyes.

Bonds like theirs, that were so pure that no one could see it in its true state without being blinded were rare. They were to be cherished and the universe had no doubt that these two would - that they would love, protect and stand by each other unconditionally. The universe looked forward to seeing their story unfold.

When they pulled apart, for those surrounding them, everything that had happened in the last minutes made sense now, Marinette no longer had only Jason's soulmate string bound to her heart, she had another red one that already had hints of being woven with gold that linked her with Damian.

There was magic in the air and so obviously around them, their auras could faintly been seen, Marinette's the darkest of reds and Damian an emerald green. They looked so...right together.

The moment was broken when Tim walked in, another coffee in hand. He looked at the sight in front of him, completely bewildered and blinked.

He almost didn't want to ask.

"Did I miss something?"

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Well that's it folks! This AU ends here.

I originally wanted to make a proper story out of it but I lost interest, instead iade a one shot-ish.

Tumblr wouldn't let me post it at once but it became 10 parts.

Anyways, anyone interested can absolutely write this, just please tag me, I'd love to read it!

And I have a bunch of headcannons connected to this, if I get above ten comments asking for it, I'll definitely write it and tag the people who asked.

I hope you enjoyed! Please let me know what you think!

Cya 😘

#daminette #marinette dupain cheng #damian al ghul wayne #soulmates

[hatsukeii]

I may be drunk but I know what I'm saying with Kags?

I’m back from my hibernation:D

I have a oneshot idea omg okay

Here it goes-

Fluffy shit with little to no angst for once:D

Warnings: Underage drinking (Well not really Kags is like 15 or 16 I think it’s f i n e)

Sigh. You should’ve known Nishinoya would’ve spiked the fruit punch. This Christmas party was about to become an absolute shitshow.

You’ve known Kageyama for years, being one of the few people that introduced him to the oh so wonderful sport of volleyball. You guys were very close, sharing even the tiniest secrets with each other. He relied on you like nobody else. With his parents constantly busy with work, and his sister busy with school, there was no one he could talk to, except you. You were there for him through thick and thin. When his grandfather passed away? He sobbed into you shoulder after the funeral. When you guys got into Karasuno together? He was ecstatic. It took a while for you to register the feelings that had slowly developed with time. Till this day, you were too timid and anxious to ever reveal them to anyone, fearing word would eventually spread the blueberry boy.

Nishinoya decided to hold a huge Christmas party on Christmas Eve, hoping the entire volleyball team could countdown together. By the entire volleyball team, I mean the ENTIRE VOLLEYBALL TEAM. He even invited Coach Ukai and the three managers- Kiyoko, Yachi, and you. The only reason he didn’t invite Takeda sensei was because he had to celebrate with his family all the way in Osaka. He prepped all the food and drinks, which were laid out on a long table. Everyone was buzzing with excitement and anticipation for midnight. However, before midnight came, everyone was already starving. Half the food got wiped out in half an hour, except for the huge bowl of fruit punch that proudly stood in the middle of the table. That remained almost untouched by the most of the first years, while the second and third years took little amounts of it every time they wanted some. You see, all the first years had a taste of it, but all distinguished the distinct taste of alcohol that was added to it, and so decided to not risk it. Well, all the first years except, of course, Kageyama. You didn’t know how, but your dense, somewhat innocent childhood friend was chugging down cup after cup of fruit punch as the others stared amusedly. “He’s gotta be either stupid, or just completely done with life to drink that shit. Or both.” Tsukishima snickered, hands on his hips as he side eyed Yamaguchi, who was giggling along. You were contemplating between telling him about the rum that was in the punch, and letting him continue to drink the punch obliviously. You had your head in you hand as you laughed under your breath. “Y/n, you’re not gonna stop him?” Hinata asked, poking your shoulder. “You know what? I kinda wanna see what happens later, I’ll let this happen.”

Bad idea.

By the time Kageyama had finished his tenth cup, Nishinoya sauntered over to him to break the news.

“Kageyama, you do know that has rum in it, right?”

Kageyama’s eyes widened, spitting out the fruit punch he’d been enjoying.

“WHAT? I’VE HAD LIKE AT LEAST SEVEN CUPS OF THAT! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME EARLIER?”

“You’ve actually had ten Tobio, I just didn’t tell you.” You finally let out a hearty laugh, revealing everything.

“Y/N HOW COULD YOU?”

“Sorry, I wanted to see what was gonna happen next.” You continued to cackle with the others, feeling slightly bad for Kageyama.

At this point, the blueberry haired boy’s face was tinted red as he stumbled around a bit, much to everyone’s expectations. In other words, it was absolutely hilarious. Never had you ever even seen him trip over air. And yet here he was, taking off the two sweaters he was wearing because apparently it was “too hot.” It was -2°C outside. There was only one warmer in Nishinoya’s house. He hastily stuffed the two sweaters into his bag, before stumbling over to the couch and plopping down on it, mumbling incoherently to himself as everyone else went on with their business. You, being the slightly worried friend, excused yourself from the weird conversation you were having with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, and took a spot next to Kageyama. “Y/n...? Where are we?” You chuckled to yourself a bit, playing with his hair. “We’re at Nishinoya’s party, and your dumbass drank ten full cups of spiked fruit punch.” He laughed at himself a bit, coughing right afterwards as you pat his back. “You feeling okay? You’re not feeling feverish or anything? You want me to take you home first?” Kageyama stirred a bit, before nodding his head, giving you a lazy thumbs up. You smiled to yourself, taking in the rare sight of a drunk Kageyama, before snapping a photo of him, half passed out and red as a tomato.

Not long passed before the countdown took place. Kageyama was somehow still drunk, and was now doing weird dance moves in the middle of the house to the music that blasted through the speakers. The dance moves consisted of moonwalk attempts, the renegade, various other tiktok dances, the whip nae nae, the meat dance, various Fortnite dances, etc. “Woo damn Kageyama, didn’t know you were a dancer! Maybe I should spike my drinks more when he comes over-” “Nishinoya, no. Label the spiked drinks next time please.” “Yes mother Suga.” You were laughing you ass off on the couch as Kageyama danced with Hinata, who was trying his best not to trip over the table. You were filming this all down for... future uses. “Guys, settle down, it’s two minutes before midnight, we should go onto the roof and wait for the countdown.” Daichi suggested, all the students and Coach Ukai heading upstairs. You walked over to Kageyama, grabbing his sleeve as you dragged him towards the stairs.

“Tobio, we should go upstairs-”

“Waaaaait.”

You heaved a sigh, turning around to face the boy.

He slowly inched towards you, picking up the pace as he neared the wall next to the stairs, pinning you right there, his arm next to your head.

“Wh-what the fuck, Kageyama? Cmon, we gotta join the others on the roof-”

“Do you like me?”

You froze, not knowing how to react to such an explicit question. Your mouth hung open as your words got stuck in your throat.

“I-I uh-”

From upstairs, you heard Nishinoya’s voice yelling to downstairs.

“Yo Kageyama! Y/n! Get up here! It’s a minute to midnight!”

Kageyama rolled his eyes at the source of the sound, focusing back on your now pink face. Footsteps could be heard from the staircase as Nishinoya peeped his head at you two, his eyes widening in shock as you sent him a panicked look. The dual haired boy then zoomed back up the stairs, starting the countdown from fifty.

“Fifty!”

“Y/n, just answer me. Yes, or no?” Kageyama urged on, his voice becoming somewhat desperate.

You continued to stare at him, your mind completely blank. You were feeling very, very hot as you sweat a bit nervously.

“Forty!”

Kageyama looked to the ground, squeezing his eyes shut, before snapping back up to look at your figure, nervously pinned up against the wall.

“You know what? Fuck it. If you’re not the one in love with the other then I am. I don’t know how to say it, nor do I know what I’m gonna do next, but I just had to let you know. I’m gonna go upstairs now, bye.” He spilled out, choking back a tiny, almost unnoticeable sob as he slowly turned around, heading to the staircase.

“Thirty!”

“Tobio wait.”

You grabbed onto his hoodie, forcing him to face you as a stray tear dropped from his eye.

“You’re for real right now? There’s no way, you’re probably just drunk, so don’t worry about it!” You tried to play it off with a stifled laugh. Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes bore into yours.

“I may be drunk, but I know what I’m saying.”

“Twenty!”

Your eyes softened as you let out a sigh, grabbing his hands from his hoodie pocket as you neared his hunched over figure.

You leaned into his ear on your tippy toes, trying to keep your balance as you whispered. “Well in that case, don’t worry. You’re not the only one in love.” Before planting a light kiss on his temple. The tips of his ears went redder as his mouth hung open, registering the shock that entered his body.

“Ten!”

Kageyama snapped himself out of his mini trance by slapping himself in the face. “So, now what?” You rolled your eyes, before wrapping your arms around his neck. “What do you think Tobio?”

“Five!”

You slowly pulled his head down, letting your foreheads touch as you enjoyed the warmth he radiated.

“Four!”

You slowly tilted your head, letting him do the same as you both leaned in.

“Three,”

He whispered, smiling softly as he let his hand travel up to your face, planting soft strokes on your cheek.

“Two,”

Both your faces were now dangerously close to each other’s. You could smell whiffs of fruit punch, mint, and a slight tint of alcohol lacing his warm breath as it fanned over your face.

“One.”

Once he finally counted that down, he let his lips graze yours in a soft, yet intimate kiss. One of his hands continued to stroke your cheek while the other led its way down to the small of your back. All the cheers from the roof became pure white noise as you both let everything that was bottled up out in your little bubble of emotion. You slightly giggled into the kiss, tiny breaths tickling Kageyama’s face just like how his bangs sweeped against your forehead. Your hands found their way into his hair as you fiddled with the dark strands, feeling how fluffy his hair actually was in your fingertips, although it looked flat most of the time. Everything came crashing down on you two as you pulled away for air, the noise coming back just as quick as it vanished. Your faces were still mere inches away only as you took in all his features, from his raven blue eyes, to his now rosy cheeks, and his disheveled hair. “So, did I do it right?” Kageyama nervously asked, looking down at the ground. Your hand went up to his chin, forcing him to look back at you. “Damn straight you did Tobio.” You two giggled at that statement, before he let his hand travel up to yours, intertwining your fingers and giving your hand a light squeeze, bringing it up to his face and planting a soft peck on it.

“Merry Christmas Y/n.”

“Merry Crisis to you too Tobio.”

Bonus:

“Damn Kageyama, way to get a girl on Christmas Eve!” Nishinoya yelled from the staircase, the rest of the volleyball team behind him with the phones in front of their faces. The two of you burned red as the libero snickered. “Just so you know, I got it on my camera, don’t you worry. That’s going on the volleyball groupchat.” The first and third years came down from the staircase, patting Kageyama on the back as they congratulated him for finally getting out of the friend zone, Tsukishima relentlessly teasing him about his “flirting technique of pinning someone to a wall.” You watched on the side as the managers dragged you to a corner, forcing every little detail out of you in an hour long tea spilling session.

Needless to say, this was probably the best Christmas you’ve ever celebrated so far.

You see I’m shoving all my romantic fantasies into this blog so I can read through them and fill the empty void in my heart that is persistent to stay there and never leave. Maybe it’s due to the lack of social interaction with the opposite gender that I get these days, or maybe I just have dumb lonely single bitch syndrome😗✌️

Hope you liked this though xx

#haikyuu x reader #hq kageyama #hq x reader #hq nishinoya #hq tsukki #hq suga #haikyuu #oneshot #hq hinata #hq yamaguchi #fluff #anime

[umccall71]

Chapter 16

Characters: Prince Liam and MC Lady Sexy

Rating:Mature content includes profanity, sexual content,talks about depression.

Word Count:5789

Disclaimer:All characters are property of Pixelberry except my OC Lady Saige. The use of these characters are for entertainment only and i am only borrowing them.

Summary:After a summer of a lifetime,Prince Liam thought he could have it all.He was carefree, free, and sharing time with the woman of his dreams.When life was easy, a balancing act between love and duty, he realizes his truths are lies, wrong is right, and decisions do have consequences. Lady Saige never imagined she would be one of his consequences.When an utter act horror throws her world into a tailspin.

Warning: This series contains subject matter of depression and hopelessness.The story may trigger certain individuals. Please be advised. If you are reading this series you are acknowledging you are 18+.

A/N:Sorry for the long delay.Things have been hectic in my life for a bit.I had to take some time to focus on my health. Thanks for your understanding and support.

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It was finally here … Coronation day for the newly crowned king. Liam effortlessly moved about the palace signing off on every detail that had been planned for weeks. As much as he knew this would be a huge responsibility for him, the crown, he was more anxious what the transition would mean to his queen. Saige was already apprehensive about her new role and the pregnancy, but she was also spending more nights tossing and turning in her sleep. She hardly slept nights with this underlying fear for her boogeyman… his father and visiting the bathroom several times a night from becoming sick. He would feel her trying not to disturb him as she slowly slid out of bed making her way for her nightly ritual. Some nights Liam would lie in bed with his eyes silently listening to Saige talking to their unborn child. He did not want to encroach upon those private moments hearing the promises and hopes she had for the baby.

“Hello my little wish.. I hope that I am the mommy that you need. You are so lucky to have Liam as your daddy.”, she softly smiled while rubbing her barely there belly. “I never imagined being anyone’s mommy until I met your daddy. He makes any girl wish and dream a little bigger. He loves us so much and we can’t wait to meet you. I can imagine you being placed in his arms for the first time… the pride will be undeniable. He cannot wait to introduce you to the world.”she sighed , “I just want to keep you nestled in our arms only for us , as long as I can love.”

Liam couldn't help but feel the weight of her fears as he listened to her sniffle before drifting off to sleep.

Liam bought his thoughts back to the present day, preparing for the coronation and the grand announcement of his marriage and the next heir. He mulled around pointing and correcting the tiniest detail… everything had to be flawless… going off without a hitch. He wanted Saige’s official welcome to be seamless, the perfect welcome home. She would be spending this night … her first of many hopefully in the royal quarters. He looked forward to carrying her over the threshold to their home within the palace. He made certain that Constantine and Regina were no longer residing under the same roof. Bastien had worked around the clock with the guards and staff to get them setup in a distant property belonging to the royals, but also insuring him some distance from the former king and queen. He needed no reminders to Saige of what his father had done to her peace of mind , and stealing more of her dream state.

Liam had made arrangements for The royal Phantom Rolls Royce in White to be sent ahead to carry his queen to be and Duchess Olivia to the palace from Lythikos. Inside waiting were two dozen sterling roses wrapped in royal blue and gold , and tied with an ornate gold ribbon. He also made certain there was small spread of royal blue roses representing the royal family inside.

“Liam really went all out for you Saige. He wanted nothing but the best for his wife… his soon to be queen.”,Olivia grinned like a proud mama. “You certainly have our soon to be king head over heels in love and .. loving every minute of it. Once Cordonia learns that you are queen … it won't be long before the press and the people are hounding you both about how long until the royal heir.”,she giggled.

Saige sat silently tracing the rose closest to her.She did not respond… that caused Olivia to pause. “Wait a minute.. Your rather reserved for such a big expectation.I would think you would chewing your right arm to get away from such a pressure.” Saige looked out of the window as the Rolls Royce made its way closer to the palace.

“I wonder what time Liam wants me to start getting dressed? This is a big night for him… for us.”Her voice grew quiet thinking about the big announcement. “I just hope his father stays as far away from me as possible. Would it be too much to expect to avoid him all together?”, she spoke her private thoughts aloud, deflecting on the conversation OLivia had started about expectations of an heir. She and Liam had not shared with anyone that they were expecting a child , not even her best friend. The number of people that knew , she could count on one hand.

Olivia arched her brow staring daggers at Saige, “No comment about what i've said?”, she questioned.

“So Liv , will Drake be joining you tonight? As your date? This is a big night for Liam and myself as his … wife. When are you planning to tell Liam that your involved? He has a lot of questions and even mentioned introducing you to some eligible nobles.”

Olivia snapped her head , “he wouldn’t dare… I do not need the next king to set me up like some old spinster. I can find my own dates, thank you very much!”,she emphasized the H at the end of her statement.

“You know all of this could be squashed if he only knew that you were already spoken for.. by Drake. He’d be happy as a clam to learn two of our best friends are in love.”

“Who said anything about love Saige? We enjoy relieving stress and being a warm body every now and then.” She seemed to protest louder as the conversation steered away from an heir to her love life. “Let us not get caught up in labels, he’s a fun ride, much like this gorgeous car. As those words were spoken the car came to a stop in front of the palace doors. The ladies were greeted by several members of the royal guard. The door to the Rolls Royce opened and Saige was formally greeted, Lady Saige, your grace… I am here to escort you to the boutique per his highness order. I am instructed to not leave until he meets you .” Saige was taken aback by all the attention.. Especially now. “That won't be necessary… we can find our way.”, she spoke softly. “Maam , I do understand, but I have my orders. The king would have my head if I left you alone… I'm sorry.”, the guard lowered his eyes as the two women slid from the back seat and made their way to the front doors in similar maxi dresses until they got dolled up together for the evening.

Moments after arriving in the boutique, Saige felt her purse vibrating from her incoming call...she instantly smiled. “Hello.”, her cheeks were hurting so much from smiling.

Liam cleared his throat, “ I have it on good authority that the next queen of Cordonia has arrived.”he smirked.

Saige twirled a loose tendril of her dark hair as she listened to the deep sultry tone of her husband on the other end of the phone. “I too have it on good authority that the next king is in the building … and he is gorgeous,'' she chuckled. “Love..In about two hours the transition of power will be complete...then you and I will take reign as the future rulers of Cordonia. For now.. I will leave you to get ready with Liv. I hope you enjoy my surprise. I will meet you in an hour to personally escort my bride to the ball.”

Saige ended her call and the boutique staff approached her with garment bags, stylish shoes, and hair and make up stylist were ready. They were ready to coif the beautiful auburn hair and porcelain skin of the next queen. The transformation was underway. She felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman , without the chosen profession of the lead character.

“My God Liv… is this really happening … all these people attending to me like a ….”, she trailed off.

“You mean like a queen? That is your title within the next few hours… Liam’s queen. Get used to it, having people anticipate your every need or want. Women would fall over themselves for your life, your man… your king.”, she lowered her voice for the tail end of the statement. “Get used to the fact that he loves you and he wants you with him, by his side in every facet of his life.

“Liv I know he loves me… that’s not my issue, it’s what the other nobles will think.”

“To hell with what they think… the only people that matter are you and Liam. As long as your both making each other happy, that’s all that counts. I don’t give a damn Saige what those uptight sons of bitches think about my best friend and the man she loves and he loves the hell out of her.Saige, your no consolation prize for our soon to be king Liam… you're his prize. That man chose you because you are what makes him happy… makes him smile… makes him see a future, your his future.”

Saige fell quiet, unnoticeably touching her belly. She stood in front of the antique mirror as the staff scurried around her preparing her hair and makeup. Olivia’s words washing over her like a thunderstorm filling the night sky and bursting out of unsuspecting clouds. No corner of her mind went unoccupied as she replayed her best friends words. Saige sat in the chair as the hair stylist composed her auburn locks into a meticulously braided updo.The elegant style was finished off with majestic flowers and greenery. She sat still as her porcelain skin was accentuated with light touches of blush , eye shadow, mascara,and lip stain.

When the finishing touches were placed upon her eyes , the ocean blue popped from her eyes. “Oh Saige … you look beautiful… There will not be a closed mouth as you enter the ballroom on the arm of your king.”, such pride laced every word as Olivia beamed at her friend.

“Thanks Liv… I appreciate your kindness.”

“It’s not kindness if it’s true. Everyone will see exactly who Liam sees. He didn’t fall in love with you, he leaped in love with you.”,she smiled.

“The phrase falling in love implies that you slipped and you didn’t know where you were gonna land. It was no accident that Liam wanted to court you and eventually marry you.He saw what a phenomenal woman you are Saige.” Olivia gently grasped her friend’s hand. Moments later the royal tailor appeared with a cobalt blue gown, satin flowy, off the shoulder gown meant for a queen. There was a slender tie detailing her midsection. The seamstress helped Saige into her gown and covered her mouth in awe of the beauty before her. Saige slid on a set of rhinestone stilettos that adorn intricate details on the heel.

“Madame… his majesty will be in awe of the sight of you.”, she grinned at the reflection of the full picture of Saige standing in the mirror.

“I couldn’t agree more Celeste. My love, you look stunning. I expected nothing less from you. You always take my breath away.” Liam slid up behind her and leaned down kissing her cheek as their eyes locked upon her image standing before him. Liam was dressed in his formal Royal uniform. He wore black with a red sash and royal blue and satin metals draping the sash.

“You look so handsome Liam… then you always look so handsome.I am a lucky girl to be escorted by you for such a night.”, her smile filled her face from ear to ear. Her dimples on display as she bursted with love in her eyes.

“Are you ready my love… this is our night and no one will stand in our way. I will formally introduce you as my wife and my queen.”Liam tipped Saige’s face up to look deeply into his eyes as he whispered, “we will be celebrating the upcoming birth of our child next. I am looking forward to making love with you in our royal quarters tonight.”,he stared at her with lust blown eyes filled with desire.

“I know the way to the ballroom and… I know when I’m a third wheel”, Olivia laughed, “i'll see you two soon .” She sashayed out of the boutique and down the flight of the grand staircase.

“Our guest awaits love… come.”Liam extended his arm and Saige wove her arm through his resting her hand in the crook. They both smiled softly as they made their way down the grand staircase flanked by the royal guards. As they approached the ballroom the sound of the orchestra playing bellowed down the hall from the acoustics. The doors opened and the trumpets sounded announcing Prince Liam and his date, Lady Saige.All eyes were on them as they were surveyed from head to toe. Saige swallowed hard trying to contain her nerves. She felt Liam reassuringly squeeze her hand. “You will be fine love… this is our night. Everything was planned down to the second.”, she nodded in acceptance.

Liam ushered Saige by the hand as he made introductions and his rounds before the formal announcement was to commence. She smiled as she met everyone officially and was reintroduced to Penelope and Kiara. “It’s lovely to see you both again, they curtsied knowing that Saige and Liam were already married and she was by right royalty.

Liam led Saige out into the center of the elegantly decorated ballroom where he led her in the Cordoniam waltz. Everyone disappeared as the couple danced effortlessly around what felt like every inch of the ballroom. “ I can’t believe you get to live like this all the time.”, she leaned her head down as she giggled softly.

“This is our life and we have a lifetime of happiness to experience.”, he kissed her cheek. The music slowed and then came to a stop as the staff started circulating with flutes of champagne to every noble in the room.

Olivia stood by the bar where she inconspicuously grazed Drake’s manhood as he sported a dress suit that was a surprise. “ I never thought I’d see you in a suit.”, she shot a sly grin.

“Don’t get used to it… it was only at the request of our king to be.”, he knocked backed a glass of whiskey.

The trumpets sounded again announcing the arrival of king father Constantine and queen mother Regina.

Saige cringed at the sight of her attacker, standing in front her bold eyes and entitled. She slid slightly behind Liam as they neared the dais.Liam gripped her hand as if to send her a message… that she’s safe with him.Olivia and Drake moved closer to the front in case Liam lost it and assaulted his father again. The two of them knew what very few knew… the events of the last night she spent in this ballroom.

Saige chewed the inside of her cheek as her nerves turned into battling butterflies in her tummy. Olivia moved to her best friends side knowing her internal struggle to keep it together. “We’ve got you Saige”, she grinned in the direction of Constantine, “besides I’m wearing my knives.. we can certainly cut him down to size.”, she sneered.

“ I’m okay.. tonight is about Liam and him being crowned king. Nothing will get in the way of his big night.”, she began dusting invisible lint from her gown.

Constantine cleared his throat, “ ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for joining us on this auspicious night. We come together for the next dynasty to lead Cordonia into prosperity. I have enjoyed spending the last three decades as your monarch, and now… I look forward to passing the baton to my son… Liam. He may not have been the first crowned prince, but he is destined to lead Cordonia forward. He is the next monarch Cordonia deserves. I am proud to pass the Royal signet to my son… our next ruler. I present … King Liam .”

The room burst into thunderous applause and the clinking of champagne glasses. Liam made his way to the dais where his father and step mother hugged him and raised glasses in celebration.

He raised his hand to silence the room before he began his speech. He smiled down at Saige as she stood beside Olivia, Liam’s blue eyes veered to his side watching his father and Regina.

“Thank you all for helping to usher in the next chapter in Cordonia’s future. I only want happiness and prosperity for all our people and myself. I only want the best and brightest future as your king. I will work tirelessly to be the best leader I can be to all of Cordonia. I want a Cordonia that will be legacy to all of our children, and grandchildren. This country, this kingdom is a home I aspire to build where families can come together and help shape a brilliant path for Cordonia. I owe lady Cordonia my life, and I will be forever indebted to her for bringing me such joy and pride. I know it is tradition that when a king ascends to the throne he must be engaged or married.”, Liam smiled brightly out into the crowd watching the women adjusting their dresses and primping in hopes of being honored to participate in the next social season. “ I will honor the tradition, but I also announce that there will not be a social season . You see … There is no need for a social season… I am proud to announce that I have already found my queen. I met my queen and fell in love with her upon sight. She has shown me that I can be a better man, a better king, a better husband and, soon I will add the title as a better father.”, his blue eyes sparkled as the light of the chandelier hit the flecks in his eyes. “I would like to formally introduce my wife, my new queen and the mother to the next heir to the throne… all hail her majesty , Queen Saige.”

The room was filled with gasps and shock as their newly appointed king had revealed he had his queen and a child on the way. He managed to silence everyone, including his father. Suddenly Olivia led the round of applause and a toast to the new king and queen. Penelope, Kiara, and Drake made their way forward as Liam walked down the stairs of the dais to greet his queen. He led her back up to the dais to show off his wife to all in attendance. Saige smiled gently, trying to hide her nerves as all eyes again landed on her and Liam. She felt as though she were under a microscope as the news was sinking in that she was married to the now king and carrying his child.. the next heir to the throne.

“Liam what did you just do? She continued to smile as the crowd cheered and applauded the royals. “Love… you and our baby are nobody’s secret. I am proud to have you by side… and now you will be celebrated for the queen you are in my life.”

Liam came down on one knee, “a king only kneels to his queen.”, he bowed his head, kissing her hand. He rose to his queen and led her out onto the floor heading out to the balcony doors when they were headed off by none other than king father Constantine. Saige’s face grew white as a sheet upon laying her eyes on her perpetrator.

“Liam… I wanted to pay my respects to the new queen … I would never have thought that such a simple woman would plant herself in the path of history as a concubine to the king.”

Liam locked eyes with his father, “I would choose my next words wisely old man. Go ahead... try what little patience I have dwindling when it comes to you. You will respect my wife, my queen… your reign of terror is over Constantine . Saige is my wife and the mother of my child. You should be bowing in her presence as the mother of the next Rhys that will ascend the throne. I strongly suggest you call upon your training to show your other nobles that you are happy for us… or I shall make sure everyone in this room learn of your past transgressions.”, Liam was seething but his reaction was hidden from an untrained eye.

Regina walked up and scowled momentarily as she smiled at Saige, “ I suppose you should be congratulated on your chess moves my dear , marrying the now king and then passing off some..”, she was cut off by Liam, “we bid you both good night .”

Liam took Saige by her hand and led her out onto the balcony closing the doors behind them.

He pulled her over into the alcove and held her in his arms and chest as she released her breath and her tears that she was fighting to conceal until she was away from prying eyes. As much as she wanted to break down in front of Constantine, she couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“It’s okay love, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”, he whispered into her hair as she clung tightly to him as she collapsed in his arms holding onto him for strength and to hold her up, at least until she could fall apart in his arms, in their bed.

Saige looked up at Liam through wet lashes and saddened eyes, “I’m sorry Liam.. I didn’t want to ruin this night for you.”, she fought back sobs.

“Saige, you have zero to be sorry about love. This night is for us and no.one will take our joy.”Liam met her lips with fiery passion and he found his soulmate in that moment as the night sky burst into fireworks and he wrapped her in his arms as vibrant burst of gold and blue blaze a path across the sky.

Liam took a handkerchief out and dabbed the corners of her eyes as they glided back into the ballroom and nodding as they made their way toward the door. Liam thanked his guest as the evening wound down. The new king and queen slowly walked the darkened halls of the palace toward the royal quarters. After climbing the stairs and turned a maze of hallways they reached the ornate set of golden gilded doors.He turned and landed his blue eyes upon her matching set of blue eyes. “Welcome to our new home my queen.”He lifted her in his arms and carried her across the threshold kicking the door closed behind them . His lips melded to her as he carried her down the hall and to their suite.Liam gently laid her back on the tapestry of this duvet cover and the mountain of decorative touches and pillows. He slowly eyed her beauty as he was consumed with lust and love. “God you are beautiful.” His hands ghosted over her face, her chiseled jaw, her slender neck, her ample breasts and slid around to undo her zipper. His gaze never left her eyes as his fingertips traced gently down the soft skin of her back.

Liam undid the satin wrap around Saige’s waist and slid her cobalt blue gown down her frame. His lips were soft and warm as they gently sucked and nibbled her neck , her pink buds that stood erect under his touch, and relished the sensation as he moved effortlessly down her chest and paid homage to her tiny belly that was nestling their baby away safely.

He looked up as her manicured nails teased at the nape of neck playing with his fine hairs.

“ I crave you my love… let me serve you tonight.”Liam slowly parted her thighs so warm, as he seeked solace in her center.He felt her satin thong, “your so wet for me already love.” He laid a soft kiss to her perfection over her underwear feeling how damp she was for him. “What would you like my queen?”, he whispered as he stared between her eyes and her sex.

She panted in anticipation, “ I want you, only you Liam, my king.” With those words rolling off of her tongue like a soliloquy.His teeth locked on the waistband of her underwear and guided them slowly down her thighs.

“Oh Liam”, her fingers locked into his hair as he removed her underwear that were soaked from her desire.He eased up her thighs nipping at each exposed area as he found her now bare skin lying before him.

Liam smiled at her before he worshipped her, “the things I want to do with you love… I can’t wait to pay my respects to my beautiful queen.” He rubbed soft circles on her clit and slid his fingers between her slick folds. Saige’s body relaxed under his touch, growing slightly impatient wanting to feel his lips on her . A deep breath escaped her as she finally felt his lips latch around her pearl working his magic instantly.Liam curled two fingers inside her as he increased the pressure he applied to her clit.

His eyes slowly closed as he had his way , his tongue tracing slow figure eights as it danced around her sensitive clit. Her stomach rose and fell as she felt her lips fluttering around his tongue as she neared her release. “ Liam.. oh god… I ..,”, she trailed off riding this pleasurable wave as she tipped over the edge as he continued to ride her with his tongue and lips as she came undone under him. He smiled as he watched her lift her hips off the bed .

“Good girl… I love you my queen. Just know”, he licked his lips enjoying tasting her essence on his mouth. “ I’m just getting started my love”,he smirked as he moved like a cat with his prey up here body. He nipped and sensually ran the tip of his tongue up her sides. He played with her slick folds with his impressive girth and length. Liam was no small man, but she loved the way he made her feel, not just physically, but with the love he exuded as they came together time and time again.

Liam came to hover just above her as her nipples rose to come in close contact with his chest and chiseled abs . Saige was writhing beneath Liam counting the moments he would make her his ... again... only this time in the royal boudoir.

“Are you ready for me?”, he ran the tip of his massive member along the seam of her entrance. Liam ran his thumb over the tip coming in contact with his precum. He lifted his hand to her lips, “do you want taste what you do to me love?”, he smirked as her mouth fell slightly open allowing her lips to capture his thumb as she gently sucked and licked his fresh nectar. “Tonight is about you my queen.” He nibbled her chin as he plunged deep inside pausing for a moment allowing her to adjust to the way he filled her eager sex. Liam felt her stretching and gripping around him. “Are you okay love… I’m not hurting you am I ?”, he kissed her sensitive area beneath her ear. Saige shook her head no. She lifted her hips to meet his , pleading silently for him to move. She realized how desperately she needed him, she needed to be with him. Liam obliged by slowly working his manhood deeper inside of her quivering walls. Liam watched as her head fell back each time he hit her spot perfectly as he drove himself deeper. He lifted her leg around his hip allowing himself to move his hips driving her closer to the edge again.

Liam knelt on his knees lifting her hips , legs dangling over his toned thighs as he lifted her hips repeatedly as he met her thrust gently pushing her further as the fire built in her belly each time she felt her body getting closer… wanting to scream as he grinded his hips into hers . “Liam.. I’m about to …”, her words were swallowed by his kiss. “ come for me Saige… I need to watch you cum with me love “, his eyes flashed from deep sky blue to a darkened gray as he became consumed with his body molding to hers in perfect sync. He felt his abs tightening and his breathing becoming ragged as he picked up the pace . “Fuck Saige … you feel amazing. His mouth locked on her buds as she began shaking , thighs were weak as she coated his manhood as she came undone for a second time. Liam felt his member pulsing as she fluttered and clinched as she rode her release, he picked up speed and drove deeply into her pounding her spot over and over as she screamed his name losing herself. Something about hearing his name on her lips in that sensual growl sent him over the edge and he too met his own release.

Liam held her close to him , lowering her hips, allowing her legs to go limp beneath him. He gently kissed her belly before laying his head on her stomach. His fingertips slowly played with her belly as they both slowly felt their bodies and breathing returning to normal. They both laid covered in a light slick film of sweat as evidence of their passionate love making.

He kissed her belly, “I love you… I love you both with all my heart. I can’t imagine being as happy as I am tonight… lying beside you, here in the dark , feeling your heartbeating with mine… softly hearing your shallow breathing … I know that I’m home in your arms. I promise to work faithfully to make you happier each day we spend together. I may be king… but I will first and always be your husband.”

Liam maneuvered up and behind Saige’s body, wrapping her in his arms , inhaling her scent of jasmine as he nuzzled her neck with his nose .

“Are you happy my love? I want nothing more than for you to be happy… I hope your happy with me.” Saige listened to her self assured husband flashing a morsel of doubt. He seemed to fear that she would not feel that he was going to continue to make her happy.

Saige laid there quietly before she rolled over facing her king, “Liam… you never have to doubt that your my happiness… my best friend… my soulmate. I can never imagine a life without you.. without us.” , she exhaled. “ I’m just glad that your … father is gone from here… I don’t know what I would do if he were still ...still under this roof. I want him to stay away from me… from our baby. I can’t imagine spending the next thirty three weeks fearing that he will take our child.” Liam cupped her head in his large hand as he held her close to his chest. “ shh… don’t worry… we are going to be fine. He would not dare to come back here.”

Liam would not release Saige , he laid in the dark listening to her breathing slowly calming down before falling to sleep. He thought to himself, “I hate him for this hell he cursed upon you. Baby … I’m never going to let him hurt you again.” Liam leaned back holding her tight as he stared up at the ceiling with silent tears running down his face, as he cried for the pain of his bride. “This too shall pass... I have to restore her peace of mind... at all cost.”

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Thank you! I'd link the other post but I'm on mobile rn... Sorry 😅

I think we are talking completely pre fall here since Gabe... N stuff... 😅

WARNINGS: abduction

Jack / Soldier 76

He just came back from a long mission. Maybe three weeks, it had been? Jack had to monitor every move at the base there, since this long of a distance would have been easier to track for talon or other terrorist groups.

When he came home, not into his apartment in HQ, no when he came into his apartment that he shared with you, he froze in shock. Complete destruction. Everything was smashed to pieces, there was a pot on the stove which had been left on. It was bubbling and smoking badly.

Whoever had done this had only done it a few hours ago. They had known that you would Cook for Jack. They had known that you expected Jack around this time so you wouldn't check who's behind the door. They had known... That you were here. Unprotected. They had known that Jacks flight was delayed.

The Soldier crouched down right next to the clawing marks in the doorframe. They had dragged you out by your feet and still you had given everything to defend yourself. Jack growled and turned the stove off.

He knew who this was. He didn't even have to look at the damn emblem carved into the wood of the kitchen door. White, hot rage began to burn inside of him. Without taking another glance at the flat, he smashed the door shut behind him, his coat dragging behind him in a vicious way even if it had this cheery, blue color.

"I'm gonna find you. If it's the last thing I do."

Talon knew exactly what they had done, but it would still prove to be difficult to execute their plan with Jack being unpredictable like this.

Gabriel / Reaper

Blackwatch missions. Always the same, always the dirty work and no appreciation. Except from you. Gabe knew that you were proud of him, always. He knew that his work had to be done, that it was a disgusting necessity that nobody wanted to take on, but your praises made it feel like a wonderful achievement.

"I'm back!", he said loudly, letting the door fall closed behind him. No answer. Gabe chuckled to himself, looking through every room. "So that's the game you wanna play, huh? Don't worry, I'll find-" the kitchen. It was a complete mess. All the cupboards ripped from the walls, their contents broken and strewn across the floor.

The fridge knocked over, food laid all over the floor.. What it seemed to do for a while now. The smell was kind of giving it away. He had called you two days ago! You were fine!

He looked everywhere. For a note, for a sign of a robbery and even for a... corpse... But nothing. Nowhere. You were just.. Gone.

This couldn't be! You should have been safe! Nobody knew that you were here! The files said that he lives alone! Gabriel couldn't help but feel angry at himself. He should have checked more often. Called you more often.

The phone rang. Who had this number?

With a still hand, Gabe picked up, not saying a word. "Welcome home, Commander Reyes. Seems like you have lost something. Come get it back." You knew the voice. Incredibly mad, he smashed the phone back into its place and opened his holovid.

McCree picked up, his voice scruffy from sleeping. "Aye boss, I thought I've got at least a few hours to get back to my fuckin' feet" Gabriel wasn't in the mood and Jesse could hear that. "Get Genji. Moira too. We're gonna pay Talon a visit."

McCree jumped. "What?! Boss that's-" "This is an order, McCree. Do it. Now!" Gabriel was almost screaming. Jesse nodded. "Yes, Boss. Gonna be at base asap."

Oh someone just signed their death certificate. And it wouldn't be pleasant.

Hanzo

The Shimada heir had been in a meeting, returning to his room when he saw a simple cherry blossom on his bed. Cherry blossom. That was the nickname he had chosen for you.

What did that mean? There were more, they seemed to appear all through his room now, forming a path. Didn't he tell you to wait here? Hanzo went to one of the guards around his room and asked him where you went. The man shrugged and said "I must apologize, Mr. Shimada, but nobody entered or left your room while you were gone.

"Impossible. It is empty." The guard rushed to the door and went inside. "How can this be? Nobody could have entered through the window without the guards outside noticing!" Hanzo scoffed. "I want you to get this solved. Search the entire castle if you have to. I won't hesitate to kill you if you do not succeed." Again, Hanzo went back into his room, following the trail of cherry petals.

He was quick on his feet and quiet, unnoticeable if one didn't know that he was there. His eyes scanned the area. It led him.. To a cherry tree. With an annoyed sigh, he climbed it in hopes to find something if he'd look down but to his surprise, there was an arrow stuck at the very top.

That was risky to him now, since he'd be a relatively easy target there but, there was a letter wrapped around the arrow so he had to get it. Maybe it'd involve you. He looked around and jumped to grab it swiftly.

Hanzo now quickly climbed from the tree and hid in its shadow, unwrapping the parchment from the projectile.

This was indeed a letter.

"Congratulations on solving the first riddle, Mr. Hanzo Shimada. Hurry with the rest or you won't be able to claim your prize." There was this blood red symbol in the bottom corner. The letter T.

What business did Talon want with the Shimadas? Hanzo was enraged. You didn't have anything to do with this. He went back into his room, packing a back and preparing to leave. He also ordered search parties to go and find you.

Maybe they had just hidden you away somewhere. He on the other hand would pay Talon a visit. The arrow that brought the message was a part of his weaponry. He would kill your captor with it. The exact same arrow that gave him the clue would be the arrow that'd drill into the heart of the person that kept you and him apart.

You do not want to rouse the dragon after all.

WHOO. DONE. YEEEE

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