#i know one of them i was supposed to deliver packages but i kept opening them and bleeding on them on accident

[blueparadis]

a concept:

tattoo artist kaeya having a thing for u, his regular client rosaria's cute little roommate, who is the exact opposite of her. he feels bad for touching himself to the thoughts of u but he can't help himself bc he likes u so much

❝ INKED SECRETS ❞ + KAEYA ALBERICH !

+. CWs —» tattoo artist au + modern au, f!reader, fluff, light angst with comfort, some canon elements, love at first sight, mention of cigarette smoking, bad relationships, hookups, stranger to lovers, smut ( fantasies, m-mastarbation ) ; word count — 2k.

+. NOTES —» thanks to my beloved yoru ( @anantaru) for helping me and beta reading this otherwise i would've opened the gates of kaeya-brainrot; also, thank you for being patient. This ask was almost a month old and I know this was supposed to be short but the thing is kaeya is the one who had me invested in genshin impact. However, surprisingly I've never thought of writing about him so thank you for your muse. I loved writing this so fucking much. Thank you. Tattoo artist kaeya shall live forever in my mind. If you wanna check more of my writings, click here.

Kaeya Alberich. The name of the mystery man who would always be the talk of the topic for Rosaria. He was more familiar to you than your roommate ever was. You two shared a room yet you could never read Rosaria but she was thorough with you; maybe that is why you two clicked. Every one of your friends considered it a mystery how a sunflower like you would ever survive in the company of a moon. Everyone including Kaeya. He had his own proportion of confusion every time Rosaria talked about you. 

Kaeya knew how you looked, talked, and liked to eat ice cream in winter. Not only that, your favorite colors, bits and pieces of your small dreams were known to him. And all because Rosaria wouldn’t stop with the constant blabbering about you whenever he directly hung out with her, emphasizing the fact that you were nothing but an angel in disguise. Kaeya had to endure all of it, every bit of you that Rosaria seemed to find alluring. At moments like this, one could say that they exchanged personas since Kaeya was a guy of smiles and chitter-chatter while Rosaria was quite the opposite.

True, the friendship between Kaeya and Rosaria was another talk of Mondstadt’s inhabitants, but they both did not seem to react as people expected, as people thought they should. You would, barely, call them lovers. While Kaeya enjoyed different takes of his customers about Rosaria, she, on the other hand, brushed those petty rumors off, with just a glance keeping her stoic persona. 

But, among all these happenings, Rosaria had the front-row seat of the chaos that was about to unfold. She had her beauty salon just above Kaeya’s tattoo parlor. They have been working together for at least five years. Rosaria had her shop on rental and the five-storied complex was owned by none other than Kaeya Alberich himself. 

Anyone who wanted to go to her parlor had to cross Kaeya’s floor; hence, no one slipped past the grip of his galactic eyes. He knew the regulars of her shop and had an immense influence on them. He believed it was his charms while Rosaria begged to differ.

But she was just being professional, clearing non-financial tabs that she owed to him, for bringing the immense influx of customers to her salon. Sometimes, it worked both ways, but whenever they fought, the elders of the locality had more spice to flavor the rumors that had just started sedimenting.

January, the prime of winter, of snow and the freezing cold, Kaeya laid his first glance at you. Warm and alluring: you were every bit of beauty that Rosaria spoke of, in fact, now that he had finally seen you in person, he thinks Rosaria fell short of speaking of your angelic aura. 

“Hello, I have a parcel for Rosaria, could you please deliver it to her? I would have done it myself if I wasn’t in such a hurry.”, you kept the package on my desk, “Thank you very much, Mister . . .”, you looked at his batch that reads Kaeya Alberich, “. . . Thank you so much, Mister Kaeya Alberich.” And before Kaeya could say anything back, you fled out of his sight like a bird.

He watched you get into a cab holding the package in his hand, barely registering what you asked him to do. His mind had drifted far off to all those times when Rosaria was talking about you. He checked his watch and smiled to himself. Oops! Rosaria’s smoke break was ruined since he joined in with the package you had left for her, with many questions.

For a tattoo artist, Kaeya seemed the least bit invested in its antics, yet he had a steady influx of customers, mostly because he is very professional and dedicated to his livelihood. He pays special attention to his regular customers, sadly, you weren’t one of them, not yet.

Still, he would stand and smoke at the corner of the entrance so that he could watch you go like the wind to meet your roommate with a package in hand. He would notice the color of your dress, the matching nails, shoes, and every little detail thinking how flawlessly sexy you looked. 

But he abruptly stopped the second he had bruised his fingers with the cigarette burn. Fortunately, it was his left hand but with his line of work, he needed both. 

Today, during the lunch break when Rosaria told him that y/n wanted to have a tattoo, his blood rushed to his cheeks and ears. He did not think you’d be interested in tattoos or piercings. He definitely did not see the next blow coming. “Yep. sure.”, he supplied, coughing back the lump in his throat. Of all the parlors you could choose you had to choose his. What in the lord’s fuck was going on?

The day came faster, faster than he had anticipated. Needless to say, it did not go like he thought it would. It was safe to say he was more nervous than you were. “Are you sure about this?”, “Ya’know it’s gonna hurt, right?”, “Should I use some anesthetic on the area?” His questions wouldn’t stop and you were trying your best to stay as patient as possible It is true, part of him was nervous but another wanted to spend and enjoy some time with you.

“And done!”, Kaeya playfully mused as he wiped over the work of ink, careful enough not to accidentally graze his fingers over your inner thigh but of course, he did want to.“y/n” he spoke, his tone low but clear enough for you to hear, “so, how many tattoos do you have now?” Kaeya shifted in his chair as he intently watched you normalize your heightened breathing

“Didn’t you keep count?”, 

“nine”, he said, letting out a breathless laugh. “which means you dumped your ninth partner.” and he was not wrong. Of all the regular customers he had, you were his favorite because you had an amusing story to tell whenever you had visited his parlor. He would listen to you the moment he was finished with his handiwork.

But this one in particular, was quite a different story. You never told nor was he allowed to ask about the guy you dumped, ever. Part of him wanted to console you, and tell you that good things take time but another part of him was too afraid to lose you, realizing it was unprofessional of him to offer any form of painkiller against a situation like that. Because on any other occasion, his usual customers weren’t as chatty as you were. 

He never thought of a case where it might be the opposite. With that, he thought that you, of all people, being dumped by someone was utterly ridiculous, because who wouldn't want to date someone like you? He knows he would, after all, and if he could, he would make sure the ninth tattoo is to be the last tattoo on your body.

“What about you?”, you asked, swinging your legs in the air while sitting on the bed. “For a tattoo artist, you are awfully blank.” 

“It’s somewhere. . .”, he started, “wait I’ll rather show you . . .”. and when you, in a sliding second, unexpectedly flashed him, his hands immediately found their way crawling at the hem of his turtle-neck.

“Wait. wait. Wait. stop. Just stop.” kaeya panicked as you partly opened your eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest while your eyebrows jumped and stayed intact for seconds. Pin-drop silence and then both of you simultaneously laughed. Some might think it’s corny, and maybe you did as well but it doesn’t matter, what matters is that you were smiling right now. 

That’s good. That’s really good. 

Kaeya checked his watch as you left his place to run upstairs, checking to see if Rosaria was done with her chores; after all, she was almost approaching the closing hour of her shop so she should’ve been done by the time you had arrived at her place. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes before you and Rosaria would come out of the elevator to go home;  maybe he could if he’d finally stop thinking about it in such an unhealthy calculative manner.

Yet, well, there was just one problem. His ears felt hot, his mind was restless and he couldn't focus on a single task. Generally, it took ten minutes to close his shop and he does it every day, all alone so if not his mind, his muscle memory should be functioning properly. But all he desired to do was to touch himself and relieve himself from the agony of months boiling in his core.

June, the prime time of summer and ice cream. Kaeya slides his right arm under his vest while grazing his lower belly, eagerly thinking of the last time, but eventually, his arm ends up slipping into his pants, his fingers clamping around his length, and finally, a soft groan escapes from his mouth. The tip of his tongue kisses the corner of his lips as he takes out his cock which was coated with warm white fluid, at the tip pre-cum.

For a moment, he is surprised, and then he suddenly is not. There is a crescent formed along his lips as he taps the tip of his cock, smearing the reddened end with its pre. “Oh fuck. This feels so much better.”, he groans, mumbling to himself, thinking why he didn’t do this way sooner.

He palms his member, a little harder, this time trying to imagine how it would feel to be sheathed by your gummy walls. He started to pump his cock as his pants slipped, now clustered at the bottom of the chair while his legs were trying to give as much space as possible by spreading them further apart.

With half-lidded eyes, he checks if you had locked the door before leaving or not. You did not and the thought of you walking onto him turned him so bad that he thought he might cum right away.

The moment he closes his eyes he could see you, your calloused fingers around his cock and now he is pumping his cock rashly, the hem of his vest being buried in between his teeth, muffled moans escaping his mouth as the squelching noises had gotten louder and louder.

His other hand gradually made its way towards his nipples, pinching and circling around them thinking of your lips instead. “Oh fuck.”, he hisses as his toes curl, his hips bucked up with a force as he thinks of how euphoric it would be to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock, to have your puffy lips on his, to have your boobs tightly pressed against his bare chest, pronounced nipples grazing against each other while Kaeya’s cock is hitting your sweet spot with precision, blessing his ears with the prettiest desperate moans from you.

He squeezes his eyes shut as his hands move up and down his swollen cock, hitting his girth with calculated thrusts. He paces up as he feels his orgasm approaching, huffing and panting, not caring how vocal he has become until the coil at the core of his flat belly snaps, making him dizzy, his hand movements sloppy, and his inner thighs gradually closing, relishing in the high he had just experienced.

Kaeya’s chest rises up and down frantically as he finally opens his eyes, watching the spurs of milky white fluid all over the floor and his study desk. A heavy sigh leaves his body as his breathing normalizes. “Fuck . . .”, he mumbles throwing back his head before closing his eyes and thinking of you, again. He takes a few deep breaths to relax before cleaning the mess.

Yet, when he suddenly heard the footsteps, his heart sank. He regrets touching himself while thinking of you, he regrets not saving himself for you, he regrets chasing love so fast, so insanely that he almost lost his hope for finding the one. 

“Hey Kae-ya, you done?”, you asked, opening the door, “Rosa is gonna be late today. So, I’ll stay and help her. I’m going out to buy some food, you wanna come with me?” You let your exhausted body lean against the door frame while Kaeya remained silent. 

It just made him crazy how blatantly you ignored him, his magnetic affection for you, and the truth was, he cannot even blame you for that. He has always enjoyed this feeling, to like you in secrecy. The more you are unaware of his emotions, the greater chance he has to be around you. Kaeya does not ask for much, just a few more days till he musters up enough courage to finally ask you out.

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@tokyometronetwork

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[kichikichiko]

Trip to dreamland

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MY FAV PUPPET WALLY <3333

Request by : @lunarowen 🤭

Synopsis : Wally sees his beloved tired and sleepy, so the puppet prepared his Darling charm and comforts you

Pairing: wally darling x gn puppet! Reader

Cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, slightly OOC?, sleeping together on the same bed 🥹🫶🏻, not proofread

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Sorry to bother you both, but have you seen (name) anywhere today?" The neighbourhoods favourite artist asked Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly, interupting their conversation.

"Oh sorry wally! I havent seen them at all today! Now that I think about it, they seem quite off the day before, right Frank?" Julie looked back at Frank, looking for some kind of answer

Frank nodded after a bit of thinking and looked at the yellow puppet "why dont you ask Eddie? He's probably delivering mail right now"

Wally thanked the 2 and made his way down to Eddie Dear's post office and asked him the same question.

"Sorry Wally" Eddie started, back facing Wally as he sorted out mails and packages. "I havent seen em today either, I will stop by their house later on, if you want I can report to you what I find"

Wally shaked his head "no that wont be necessary I think I'll just head over to their house instead, thank you Eddie"

You and Wally were suppose to have a painting date around the woods of the neighbourhood, but you never showed up.

After a bit, the yellow puppet arrived at your home and knocked a few times, when there was no answer he started to get worried.

He knocked again "hello~? (Name), its me Wally. Are you alright in there?" No answer

He pondered for a bit then decided to do something

"I'll come inside then (name)"

He entered your house and stood at the entrance, waiting to hear something, anything from you but again no sound can be heard.

Wally went up the stairs to your bedroom and knocked, "(name)? Are you alright?"

He opened your bedroom door slightly and peaked his head in, the sight he saw was you propped up on the floor dozing off with papers scattered around the floor.

Wally walked up to you and crouchrd down, shaking you a bit to wake you up.

You opened your eyes and groaned a bit "wally...? What are you doing here? Were suppose to meet tomorrow..."

"It IS already tomorrow (name), you didnt show up at our meeting place" He answered you with his signature smile and lazy eyes.

Once he said that did you finally gain your senses, you looked around to see the sun shining through your window, then at the clock and back at Wally

He didnt seemed bothered at the slightest, making you feel guilty. "Im... so sorry Wally I didnt- I should have set an alarm! I didnt realised I dozed off last night oh no!"

Wally placed his hand on your head and shaked his head, the smile still on his face "dont worry about it, I was worried something happened to you, speaking of which...whats with all this paper scattered about?"

You scanned the area and finally remembered what you were SUPPOSE to do the night before

"I was... trying to prepare a drawing of the both of us last night.. as a surprise gift to give to you when we meet up..." blush formed around your cheeks (if that was even possible) as you looked down to your hands, slightly embarrassed "none of them looked nice so I kept on trying to draw a better one... i guess I lost track of time and the next thing I knew, I've already fallen asleep"

The yellow puppet laughed at your words, "ha.. ha...ha" some puppets thoight the way he laughed was iffy or strange, but you never thought of it that way, in fact when he laughs, it washes your worries away.

"Oh dear (name) I think all your drawings look lovely, I would have appreciated all of them either way and Im sure you know that" he gave you a closed eyes smile reassuring you, making you smile a bit. He took your hand and stood up "lets just spend the day at your place, you seem pretty tired so lets just relax"

You nodded and lead him to your bed as you layed on it Wally following along.

He attemped to hug you, but ended up limp in the process making you laugh "youve gotten slightly better at this Wally"

"Im glad, the concept of hugging is still strange to me, ha.. ha.. ha..."

Comfortable silence ensued and you started feeling your eyelids drop, before you made your way to dreamland, Wally kissed your forehead and said the following words,

"Have a wonderful trip to dreamland, I'll see you there, Darling."

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[sugar--bee]

The Dragon in the Mountain

CHAPTER FIVE

Malleus x GN! Reader [Warnings: Crowley Slander]

~AO3 Link~

Working for Night Raven College, MC made several trips through the mountains to deliver letters and packages for the school. Finding themself alone, caught in a blizzard with hardly any strength left, they were certain it was the end. That is until…  

(Chapter One)

The trip down the mountain was easy. Malleus was able to ward the rain from the two of them. As they walked he answered their endless questions. His name was Malleus Draconia. Malleus was a dragon AND a fae. The curse was from another mage they hadn’t heard of. Malleus was the fifth most powerful mage in the world. He’d been away from his home for about sixteen years. They asked about his age, but he just chuckled. They only stopped with their questions as they came to the gate of the school late into the night.

Night Raven College was the same as it always was, though watching the rain from inside a bubble gave it more of a surreal aspect. The hour was close to midnight as they walked down the main road and to the castle. Idly they talked about some of the lore of the campus. They’d given tours too much to stop themself from reciting at least parts of their script. Malleus was silent, either listening or ambivalent as they carried on into the castle.

“You know you don’t have to escort me all this way,” they chuckled. They weren’t supposed to bring visitors into the castle without permission, but no one was around at the late hour anyways.

“I would like to.” Malleus offered, though his tone was a bit more severe than it had been on the walk. MC shrugged it off, coming to Crowley’s office.

“Just give me a moment to drop off my delivery,” They offered, excusing themself. Malleus nodded and they knocked on Crowley’s door. Hearing their name called, they entered.

Crowley scowled at them, “Finally you show up! I’ve been waiting all day for you. This is very unprofessional.”

MC sighed, “Ah… I know, I’m sorry.” Pulling out the packages and letters from their bag, they set it on his desk, “I made it back before midnight though!” They pointed out, hopeful.

“Before midnight?!” Crowley spat, “You kept me here until midnight— and look at you! You’re not wet! You changed your clothes, dried your hair, all before coming to me. It’s disrespectful!”

MC gaped, “No— I came here first, really I…” They trailed off, uncertain how to explain themself.

Crowley’s eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. He nearly fell to the ground with how fast he took a knee, his head bowed low, his palms flat on the ground. MC took a few steps back, confused as Crowley nearly shouted, “P-Prince Draconia!”

MC turned their head to Malleus, who stood in the doorway. He drew forward gracefully, a look of disgust on his face.

“You’re the holder of their contact?” He asked, his voice latent with venom.

Crowley’s head shot up, a clear panic on his face. He looked like he was trying to smile, but was failing miserably, “Yes… your highness.”

Malleus sneared, clicking his tongue dismissively. Without looking, he pulled his brooch from his lapel, “I’ll pay their release.” He stated.

Both MC and Crowley stared at the brooch, eyes wide. It was gold, ornate, with a gem the size of wine cork. They both knew it was overkill, worth far far more than their contract.

“Ah— of course! That… that will cover the remainder of their contract!” Crowley announced, staring up the gem. Malleus was about to discard the brooch, but before it could leave his hand, MC stopped him.

“Wait— he’s said he was researching how to get my memories back…” MC pointed out, looking down at the Headmage.

Crowley didn’t look away from the brooch, “Oh, it's a lost cause.” He answered quickly.

“What?!” MC frowned, “You said you were still looking–”

“Yes, well,” Crowley cut them off, looking at them briefly, clearly frustrated they were stalling the payment, “I just thought you’d have a little more motivation if you didn’t know.”

MC could only stare, eyes wide and lost as they took in the information.

“What do you mean by a lost cause?”

Crowley’s gaze snapped back to Malleus, the frustration on his face quickly replaced with the same half grin as before, “Ah— well… whatever happened to them there’s no trace of magic left— if it ever was magic at all! So there’s no spell to be undone and mind magic to try and fix it… well I’m certain someone as knowledgeable and astute as yourself knows how dangerous it is.”

Malleus sighed, dropping the brooch lazily. Crowley lunged towards it. Quickly snatching it from the floor, Crowley inspected it closely, murmuring under his breath about the quality and the craftsmanship.

A hand fell onto MC’s shoulder and they looked up to Malleus. Biting their lip they forced themself quiet, unsure if they were going to sob or scream if they spoke. Shaking their head they lowered their gaze, their arms tight across their chest. Stuck in place, in the racing mix of emotions they just stared at the office carpet.

“Come, there’s no reason to dwell here.” Malleus hummed. MC nodded, turning to follow him out.

“Wait— MC!” Crowley huffed, standing, and coming towards them quickly, grabbing their arm, “You know— I had your best intentions in mind! I am so kind after all, and we are such close friends, are we not? I took you in when you needed someone the most, you’ll remember that won’t you?”

MC furrowed their brow looking back at Crowley, “Yeah, I’ll remember that.” They huffed, pulling their arm from his grip. They didn’t have the energy to list every ridiculous, mind numbing, dangerous or inappropriate job they’d be sure to remember. Though by the dawning look of regret, they were certain Crowley understood the subtext.

The Ramshackle dorm was just as they had left it. MC briefly introduced Malleus to the ghosts of the house while they packed their few personal items. It was quick work really. Slinging the bag over their back, they sighed and stepped out of the only place they remembered. Malleus wasn’t far behind.

“This building really is quite charming.” He hummed, admiring the dilapidated dorm.

MC chuckled, “I think you’re one of the only people who’ve said that… but yeah. I’ll miss it.”

He nodded as MC waved one final time to the ghosts in the window. One looked close to crying if he still could. They started down the path.

“I guess I gotta find somewhere to go…” MC hummed, thinking back. They’d been close with some of the previous graduates around their age, but where they were now was a tough question to answer. Furthermore it’d be kind of a lot to ask an old friend to move in with them for a bit.

Malleus pulled them from their thoughts, “I would be more than happy to host you.”

MC looked up at him, the idea playing out in their head for a moment as they weighed the pros and cons.

“You know, you didn’t tell me you were a prince.” They pointed out.

Malleus grinned, “You hadn’t asked me.”

MC shook their head and sighed, taking a moment to think. They had enough money saved up to buy a hotel and could likely find a job in town if they so choose to. They had friends who they knew would help if they reached out. But… looking back up to Malleus, they couldn’t help but feel drawn. Curious maybe. And on top of that… they did like him. They didn’t know much about Briar Valley, but they could learn.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that.” They agreed.

Malleus stepped in front of them and turned to face MC. He offered his hand and for a moment MC stared, a bit confused before gently placing their hand in his.

“It’s a bit of an odd sensation. I’ve been told it helps if you close your eyes.” Malleus hummed. They were going to ask what he meant, but as they blinked, they felt as if a wave had pulled them under. It was quick, cold, weightless and heavy all in the span of a second before it was over. Their knees buckled under them, but before they could fall Malleus caught their arm and held them steady.

Blinking a few times to clear their vision, they stared at the intricate marble flooring. The walls around them were gothic, lit by green fire. They found their footing and looked about at the tall looming architecture.

“It sort of looks like your place.” They chuckled.

He nodded, “I suppose I took some inspiration.”

Echoing footfall carried down the hall, a pair of heels clacking as they drew closer, rounding the corner. The same short man they had seen before slid to a halt, staring at Malleus, his eyes like saucers. His gaze fell to them as well, red eyes blown wide in surprise.

“You’re back…” Lilia finally managed, taking a few slow steps further as if in total disbelief. He closed the gap quickly after, floating high enough to be face to face with Malleus. Lilia wrapped his arms around him, “You’re really back!”

“Yes, it seems so,” he agreed, his blasé tone in contrast with how tightly he was holding the man.

Several others began to fill the room, dotted along the walls, murmuring quietly until a booming voice broke above.

“Prince Malleus!” A man with green hair shouted. He was openly crying and came to join them, followed by a more silent figure with long white hair.

The green-haired man was nearly incoherent as he spoke through sobs, though MC could glean that he was happy to see Malleus home safe again. He vowed up and down the walls that he’d die before Malleus was ever cursed again. They also learned his name as Malleus urged Sebek to collect himself. The man with white hair, though also enamored by the prince’s safe return, eventually stared at them.

“Are you the curse-breaker?” He asked.

MC shifted their weight, “I suppose so.”

The man furrowed his brow in confusion, “How do you mean?”

MC took a deep breath, “I mean I am— I guess.” They answered, trying to string their thoughts together, “I… he said I broke the curse but… I didn’t know what the curse was so I wasn’t trying to break a curse. I only learned his name this morning and that he was a prince a few minutes ago...” MC sighed, running their hands through their hair, “I’m sorry, it's been a lot, I’m not sure what to say.”

“I see.” The man began, then bowed his head. “Then I’ll hold my questions until you’ve had a chance to rest.”

MC nodded, sighing their relief.

Offering his hand MC took it, “My name is Silver Vanrouge, I am a knight of the castle. During your stay here I will be happy to offer any guidance. Humans like us are not as common in the Valley so it can be a bit daunting at times.”

Once more MC nodded, “Yeah… Thank you. I’ll definitely have questions.” They answered tiredly. The conversation next to them began to wane and Lilia turned his gaze to them, lowering himself to their height.

“I knew there was something about you.” He hummed, chuckling to himself, “There has to be if you’re sitting in a dragon's nest.”

Malleus cleared his throat. Unlike all the times they had to guess what his expression meant as a dragon, the pink dusting on his cheeks made his embarrassment clear as day. He looked as though he were about to argue, huffing towards Lilia… and it wasn’t that Malleus wasn’t an imposing man— but they couldn’t help but giggle at the huffing. Somehow it came off a bit more serious as a dragon and now was just… kind of cute.

Malleus looked to them and sighed, a smile easily coming to him, his rebuttal forgotten.

“Come now, you must be exhausted.” He hummed, excusing himself with the promise he’d be back soon to explain it all in time. For now however, he guided them through the tall dark halls of the castle to a room far more elegant than they’d known existed. It was far nicer than the Ramshackle dorm though they couldn’t help it feeling a bit empty without their ghosts.

“Do you think I’ll still be allowed to visit the school?” They asked idly, setting their bag down.

“If it’s what you desire I will see it possible.” Malleus hummed as he opened the door to the wardrobe. Several folded linens sat themselves on the nearby table. “If you require anything, do not hesitate to summon the staff.”

MC nodded, though didn’t feel the need to request anything and sat on the bed. The day began to sink in, both the physical tiredness that came with the journey over the mountain and the mental strain to keep up with all that happened.

“It all doesn’t feel real…” MC sighed and a weight settled next to them.

“Strangely enough, I agree.” Malleus hummed, “My friends are all much older than I left them.”

MC nodded, “Are… you going to go back and talk to them?”

“At some point.”

“Oh.” MC nodded. They felt a bit too out of it to say much else. Instead, they leaned against his shoulder, kicking their shoes off and drawing their legs under them. Malleus wrapped his arm around them and pulled them close. He was warm and easy to lean into, safe. It didn’t take long for the fatigue to win them over as they curled closer idly thinking of what their new life would be like.

[END]

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[ally-writes-many-things]

I’m right here. (Steve Harrington) Part 2

Summary: After being away from Hawkins for a little over seven years, you return to spend time with your brother Dustin but things happen that may change how you feel about Hawkins. 

Words: !.4K

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You were in the break room with another copy of what the tape had said as you were trying to figure it out while Robin was the one who had the tape recorder. You just didn’t see what Robin and Dustin saw. You were completely on the side of Steve about how this was nonsense. “Excuse me!” You heard a customer say from the other side of the glass. 

You ignored it and continued on trying to figure it out but the customer kept trying to get Robin’s attention. “Ahoy! I’d like to try the peanut butter chocolate swirl, please,”

“No. No more samples today,” You heard Robin finally crack.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re abusing our company policy,”

“Where’s the sailor man?”

Sailor man? Are they talking about Steve? You had to call him that at least once to see his reaction. “Sorry, he can’t help you. He’s busy?”

“Busy with what?”

“Spycraft,”

You heard the girl and her friends' voices fade as they exited the shop and Robin opened the window and rolled her eyes. “Kids will be the death of me,”

You crackled before going back to looking at the paper. “You know, I don’t even know how I’m supposed to be helpful because if this is something to do with Hawkins, I’m a lost cause before I’m not from here,”

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask where are you from?”

“Califor-”

There was a knocking at the back door that interrupted you. “Hold that thought,”

Robin opened the back door and you saw a delivery man. “Deliver for you,”

Robin took the package and signed for it. “Thank you,”

“Have a nice day,”

“Yeah, you too,”

Robin went out into the back corridor saying Silver cat. Robin then comes back into the shop but leaves through the entrance and you follow her but you see Dustin and Steve making their way back. “You're not gonna believe who Dustin thought was a Russian,” 

“You did too,”

“No, I did not,”

“Yes, you did,”

“No, I did not,”

“A trip to China sounds nice,” Robin said, walking straight past them. 

“Robin,” Steve called out but she didn’t answer so they all looked at you.

“I have no idea what’s going on. Scoops got a delivery and she started acting like that,”

You three walked closer to her but Dustin called out to her. “Robin, what are you doing?” 

“I cracked it,”

“Cracked what?”

“The code,”

-

It was a few hours later after the mall was closed and Robin had you, Dustin, and Steve 

on the roof watching the delivery truck move in and out of the docking bay. You can’t believe you let your brother and some girl you just met talk you into this shit. “Look for Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes,”

“They’re with that whistling guy, ten o’clock. What do you think's in there?”

“Guns?”

“Bombs?”

“Chemical weapons,”

You exhaled an annoyed breath. “Whatever it is, they’re armed to the teeth,”

Steve rubbed his face in pure annoyance. “Great. That’s great,”

“Hey, what’s in there?”

“It’s just more boxes,”

“Let me check it out,”

“No, I’m still looking,”

Steve and Dustin started fighting over the binocclous by trying to force it out of each others’ hand and they dropped it over the side of the roof with a loud thud. You four quickly ducked behind the wall of the roof. After your heart stopped racing you noticed that you were holding Steve’s hand and you quickly pulled your hands away from him and he did the same. You guys slowly turned back around and looked to see if you were clear and thankful you were. You looked at both the idiots. “You two need to quit acting like four year olds or you’re gonna get us caught,”

You four stayed where you were for the rest of the night and you eventually fell asleep. You were woken up by the sun shining in your eyes. “I fell asleep? Why’d you guys-” You caught yourself off when you only saw Dustin there but no Robin or Steve. “Where’s Robin and Steve?”

“They had to go back to work and I didn’t wake you up because the last time I did, you chewed my head off and that would definitely get us caught,”

“True. Do you have what you need so we can leave, I need to go to the restroom?”

“If you want to leave, go. I’m not ready,”

“Dustin, I’m not leaving you up here by yourself

“Ughh, fine. Let’s go,”

-

You walked into the backroom after going to the restroom and saw that Robin and Steve were sitting at the table and Dustin was standing up. They all looked up at you before Dustin spoke. “That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever's in this room, whatever's in those boxes, they really don't want anybody finding it,”

 “But there's gotta be a way in,”

“Well, you know I could just take him out,”

“Take who out?”

“The Russian guard,”

“What?”

“I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It's easy,”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?”

“Yes, Dustin, I did. And that's why I would be sneaking,”

“Ah. Well, please, tell me this, and be honest, have you ever actually won a fight?”

“Okay, that was one time,”

“Twice. Jonathan. Year prior?”

“Listen, that doesn't count,”

“Why wouldn't it? Because it looks like he beat the shit out of you. You got a fat lip, crooked nose,  swollen eye, a lot of blood,”

“That just might work,” Robin said abruptly, running to the front of the store and grabbing the money out of the tip jar. “Robin. Hey, Robin! Hey, what what are you doing?”

“I need cash,”

“Well, half of that's mine,”

“Where're you going?”

“To find a way into that room, a safe way. And, in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don't get beat up. I'll be back in a jiff,”

“Oh, dude. Come on, man, not my scooper,” Steve said, yanking the ice cream scooper out of Dustin’s hand after he licked it. 

You accepted that Robin just completely left without any explanation but what you couldn’t accept was that Steve got beat up by the Jonathan you knew who lived here. “Hold on, please tell me it wasn’t Byers,”

“It was,”

You let out a hefty laugh and looked at Steve. “Are you kidding me? You got beat up by Jonathan Byers?”

“Yes-No,” Both Dustin and Steve answered the same thing. 

“Who was the only guy?”

“You wouldn’t know him. It was a guy named Billy and he-”

“Billy Hargrove?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“Long story that I’m not gonna share with my little brother,”

“Well then,”

“Sorry bud,”

It had been about twenty minutes since Robin had gone to who knows where, Dustin had run off to do something but he promised he’d be back in a few which left you and Steve at Scoops. You were in the back, bored out of your mind while Steve was slinging ice cream, every once in a while he’d open the window and check on you. You were about asleep when you heard the door open, you looked up and saw Steve walking towards the table. “Refilling the tubs time,”

You sat up in the chair and smiled at him. “Fun,”

“Hey you could help me refill the tubs if you so bored,”

“Why not?”

Steve smiled at you and handed you a bucket of ice cream that was named Bubble gum. You carried the ice cream bucket to the front of the store. “You take that one and filled the tub with the bubble gum flavor,”

“That sounds really difficult. Could you explain it more?”

Steve flicked some of the ice cream off his scooper at you and it landed on your nose. “Oops,” He laughed. 

“Oh is that how it is?” You asked, flicking some at him and it landed on his uniform.

This went on for a few minutes before Steve grabbed the scopper from your hand and your breath hitched as you realized just how close he was to you. If you took one step towards him your bodies would be pressing against each other. He smelled of maple wood and cedar. You were just frozen in this spot. You didn’t know how to breathe much less move. No one has ever had this effect on you. Not even Billy. He reached out to touch you, but a voice had sent two flying away from each other. “What is going on here?” 

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x yn #stranger things #stranger things x reader #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #mike wheeler #eleven #jane hopper #joyce byers #jonathan byers #will byers

[freedomarrow]

If Leonardo listened closely, he'd be able to hear the most curious assortment of noises outside his lit window — A quiet scraping against the brick, a muffled jingle a-jangling ever closer, and finally, an impatient rap-tap-tapping on his windowsill — Standard practice for them, perhaps, but when granted entry, Edward comes spilling into the other boy's room with distinctly more gusto and jingling than usual, owed partially to the hat adorned with a bell that goes spilling to the floor with him with a yelp and a cackle.

He doesn't revel in the tumble overlong though, rolls and leaps back to his feet so fast a lesser man might get whiplash. He's a man with a mission! He's a man with a gift to deliver di-rect-ly to its recipient with all the grace and nowhere near as close the stealth of the Winter Envoy themself!

"Leonardo!!!" Edward looks like there's a thousand thousand things he wants to do at once, aglow with energy, but stuck in a split second of indecision between slinging his arms around the other, throwing confetti and hollering 'HAPPY WINTER FESTIVAL' and immediately shoving the wrapped gift in his hands into Leonardo's. He decides to mash 'em all up, instead, dragging Leonardo into a hug, parting with a cheer for the season while pressing his wrapped parcel into the other's hands; Expectantly, Edward gestures with something between a handwring and a fistpump. "Open it, open it!" he chants, until the other does.

Inside is a little journal, the kind that would fit in any realistic pocket, the paper disorderly in a way you know it must be hand-pressed and uncut, bound in leather and blue string, bound by a matching leather cord — A loop on the inside holds a little feather charm, specifically with the ones Edward knows Leonardo likes using for fletching, kept in place with a simple string braid and a couple of beads. On the first page, painstakingly written so its legible: FROM EDWARD, with a smiley face drawn in the corner below it. The paper isn't his work, and he did need to ask around a bit to figure out how to do the rest, but…

Proudly, Edward beams. "Here, for you. So you can take notes wherever you go!"

His first reaction to the orchestra of whatever that is reaching him from the outside is confusion, followed quickly by a well familiar feeling of "ah". The familiar signal distracts him from studying the gift he had received from Pelleas in greater detail - which is fine, books can wait and Edward certainly cannot - and he gets up from his seat to open the window, as though this was a perfectly normal occurrence, which he supposes in some ways, it is.

From anyone else, this would not be such a welcome surprise, but the knowledge of the visitor's identity prompts a smile. Yeah, in retrospect, he expected that, did he not? Or at least, he should have.

And so, the gateway is opened and Leonardo takes a step back to allow the other some room, and some room is certainly needed as the other boy tumbles into his room, prompting a soft chuckle from the blond right on the spot. He is then swiftly pulled into a hug - one he returns, arms wrapped around the other tightly up until he begins to move again - and a gift is pressed into his hands.

"Alright, alright, haha. What, will it get bad if I take a minute too long? Hang on..."

He removes the wrapping and smiles brightly as he spends a moment examining the journal. "This is handmade? I didn't expect you to go this far... It looks wonderful, and it will definitely be useful." Edward knows him well, but to say that is to say nothing at all - they are, after all, not just best friends, but next to family, as they have been for years. To that end...

"I'll treasure it, thank you. Now just a moment - I was going to find you later, but since you were faster..."

With that, he makes his way over to his cupboard; opening the door, from the upper shelf, he withdraws a small package of his own and hands it to the other, his expression warm as he does. "You didn't expect to be the only one gifting something today, I hope."

Should Edward open it, he would find a few tools that, in spite of being very necessary for someone like him, were not always a given for him to have easy access to: a handy metal file, a small whetstone and a little bottle of oil for it, some sandpaper, and a pocket-sized block of wood.

"I wanted to go for something practical, and I know you don't always have an easy time finding sword sharpening tools, so I decided to get you a set that's easy for you to carry even just in your pockets. Hope it comes in handy." And helps keep you safe. The last part is left unspoken, but hangs in between them nonetheless.

"Happy holidays, Edward."

This time, Leonardo is the one to initiate an embrace anew.

#justicesblade #【 i have my orders ⁎ ic 】 #【 i grow fond of the faces around me ⁎ ask 】 #【 a friend’s outstretched hand pulls me into the light firm in support and hope ⁎ support: edward 】 #((explodes you with my mind))

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

Mid-January through mid-March is the busiest season of the year down in the Keys, busier than memorial day and mini lobster season and labor day all rolled into one. I work at a motel, and we are pretty much booked solid for that entire two month period, mostly long-term tenants (rich northern tourists who live at the motel for the winter), which to me seems like a ridiculous waste of money but they're noce enough and tip well. It's the short term stays that piss me off, the less-rich northern tourists who slip into the cracks left by the long-termers, one day here, a few days there, moving to a different room every day, hyenas nipping at the scraps. They act like we owe them the world. They didn't get exactly what they wanted, so they expect special treatment to make up for it.

"I stay here every year, can you give me a discount? I know you have the lowest prices on the entire island, but I WANT LOWER!"

"I know you only had a room with one bed, but can you kick someone out and give me one with two instead?"

"You open at 9, but I want a 6AM wakeup call. What do you mean you don't offer wakeup calls? You must be new, because I've been staying here for twenty years and I ALWAYS get wakeup calls! Oh, you've been working here for 3 years and caught me red handed in a lie? Fuck you."

"I'm best friends with the owner. I'm best friends with the mayor. I'm best friends with Captain Jack." There are hundreds of bald, beer-bellied, business-owning boat captains who call themselves Captain Jack, but none of them are affiliated with the motel, so I have no idea why people think mentioning them will get them a deal.

We have 24 rooms and a maximum of 3 maids on any given day, sometimes as few as 2, but EVERYONE expects to be allowed to check in early. The maids can only clean one room at a time! Some are done first, some are done last, that's juat the way things go. I can't make them work faster! The only time we ever tell a maid to do a specific room first is if it's a room move, in which case the tenant needs to be able to hop from one to the other. I once had a lady cancel her reservation because her room was last to be finished up. She kept calling throughout the day and showing up to the office to get a status report, no matter how many times I said I would call her when it was done. She really expected the maids to drop what they were doing and get to hers right then and there; they'll never admit it, but I know for a fact that the maids will ignore customers like that on purpose and do their room last just to fuck with them, and I don't blame them. I condone it wholeheartedly.

February is a weird month because we are exceptionally busy, yet there's almost nothing to do. Every single room is full every single day, so there are lots of room moves and phone calls and packages to be delivered, but then by chance everything will line up on a random Thursday and we'll get a full day of dead silence, nobody checking in, nobody checking out. The phone will ring off the hook no matter what, but 9 times out of 10 it's a straggler asking for a date we don't have, so I can turn them away and pretend to care when they ask "now what am I supposed to do?!?" But that remaining 1 time, they'll be super flexible, I mean annoyingly flexible, they will take any and everything we have no matter how spread out.

"I'm sorry, we're booked up that weekend."

"Okay, what about Monday?"

"We're booked up Monday too."

"Tuesday."

"We're booked up that whole week."

"What about next week? What do you have available from now until April? I'll take it."

I hate that kind of person because they've never had to work a day in their lives. They're in a comforfable, insulated, rich-beyond-your-wildest-dreams fantasy world where they can decide to go on vacation whenever they want, on a whim. Me, if I want to go somewhere I have to plan months in advance, and if the date I'm looking for is booked, then I'm shit out of luck. I can't just drop everything at a moment's notice and decide "I wanna go on vacation sometime in the next month, doesn't matter when." They don't have to worry about their job, they don't need to take a lost paycheck into account, things just work out for them because they can throw infinite money at the problem.

They also expect us to control the weather. Literally. They will call us a week or a month in advance and ask what the weather is supposed to look like when they get there. My dude, major news networks can't even predict what TOMORROW is gonna look like with 100% accuracy, and you want me to tell you if it's gonna rain on St Patrick's Day?!? It's one thing to ask that question during hurricane season when we can tell them a storm has formed in the Atlantic and may be heading our way, but even then the cone changes every single day, so we don't know if there will be a storm watch or storm watning more than a few days in advance.

What do you want from me? I just work here. Your vacation is not a priority to me. You clog our streets and throw your trash into our waters, and you expect me to welcome you with open arms? These people say that they're helping the community by putting money into the economy, but TRICKLE DOWN DOESN'T DO SHIT! You spend money at a big chain store, that money stays in the chain store. You spend thousands of dollars at the motel, it stays in my boss's pockets, I don't see an extra dime; if you tip the maids, good for you, but they don't live here so if anything you're helping whatever neighborhood in Miami they live in. Tourists are killing the Keys! Literally every single business that catered to locals has shut down and become a tourist kitsch shop! We don't have a walmart or a target, so if we need anything we can't get at Publix, we have to go on a day trip to the mainland. We had a Dollar Tree, really useful, but now it's a Sandal Factory, literally a quarter mile up the road from ANOTHER Sandal Factory (the nutsack who owns them says one is for northbound traffic, the other for southbound).

Do you know how many seafood restaurants and boat marts we have down here? They pop up like Spirit Halloweens every time something closes, and then they close too because the market is saturated with an unsustainable number of restaurants and boat marts. They're not like Dunkin or Starbucks where there's enough clientele to sustain one on every street corner in the country, they're all competing for business and sucking the nutrients out of the soil, Tragedy of the Commons. Everyone wants to get in on the lucrative tourist industry, but then everyone fails and the locals suffer because we have to travel 2 hours to buy a new pair of shoes or a microwave. We live in hell! It's like living in fucking Disney World, and I mean that literally, like actually living inside the park itself. Sure, there's food and water and roofs over your head to keep out the rain, but it's still just an amusement park, not a neighborhood, so there's nothing else to do and nowhere else to go! Want to see a movie? Sorry, you have to leave the park. Do you need new plates and cutlery? Sorry, you gotta leave the park. Do you want to do anything that isn't designed to drain money from rich tourists? Sorry, you gotta leave the park. But you live there, so you have to keep coming back every night like you're on a leash.

#rant #florida keys #tourism #all tourists are bastards #the customer is always wrong #my job #work #motel #keys #the keys #tropical paradise #tropical hellscape #tropical purgatory #hell #my personal hell #living hell #go home #all customers are bastards

[monstersinthecosmos]

Vamptember Day 23 - Patient

SOME HEADCANONS I HAVE ABOUT WHAT AMC INTERVIEWER'S LIFE WAS LIKE???? (Feat. my conspiracy that they're giving Louis the Devil's Minion story 🫠) {AMC Interview with the Vampire | Daniel/Louis}

He leaves the package on the hallway table for a long time, unsure if what he’s seeing is real.

He makes coffee. Takes his pills. Eats breakfast standing over the sink and watching the street traffic through the window. Everything is closer to the surface than it’s been in years; the cold tile beneath his bare feet remind him of the months in the facility. He walks barefoot through his apartment every day without thinking about it, but now. 

Now.

Something feels real, after years of nothingness.

He sets his cup down in the sink. Throws away the banana peel. Glances down the hall at the table. The package is still here, delivered by a courier. Not imagined.

Not imagined.

And he waits even longer. Showers and shaves. Gets dressed and sends his emails. He calls the pharmacy to check if his refill is ready. 

It feels like a sentinel by the door. Even if he leaves, he has to walk by it. He considers shoving it into the coat closet. Maybe throwing it into the garbage chute down the hall. 

But he stands in the kitchen, leans against the counter, wonders if another coffee will make the feeling worse inside. He can’t tell if it’s more of a validation or a curse. Louis taunting him, after all this time. It’s been twenty years and he was finally starting to believe everyone that it had never happened at all.

He grabs a knife, though. Finally stalks over to it and slices the tape open. The note at the top is fancy cardstock and familiar handwriting, and he wants to puke when he sees the tapes beneath.

And in true Louis fashion there’s no return address. No number to reach him by. He’s supposed to wait here for Louis to contact him again, just like he used to.

Too old for this now, though. Not like it used to be. Not panicking like he used to, not point in freaking out. Too tired for all that. Just the quiet way it consumes him. The adrenaline washes through quietly, and wonders if it’s too early for a drink before he remembers he doesn’t keep booze in the house anymore.

“The fuck do you want now,” he mumbles.

The tapes still have his tilted handwriting on them. The labels are still crisp white; probably stored lovingly in a box somewhere, not seeing the light for fifty years. Something preserved and pristine. The memory rushes back, then, the way he’d begged Louis to turn him. He would have been preserved and pristine, too, just the way he’d been back then.

He’d had a meltdown in the hospital one time. Finding his first gray hairs, and he didn’t know how long they’d been there. Perhaps it was the stark fluorescent light, and being sober for the first time in years. He’d screamed and screamed and couldn’t tell the doctor what was wrong. Keeping the truth to himself because he knew they’d never let him leave.

Last time he saw Louis had been in the facility, but for such a long time he’d convinced himself he’d imagined it.  Louis, outside his window at night, tapping his fingernails against the metal grating. Kept saying he was just checking in. Asking if he wanted to get out.

Of course, yes. Of course he wanted to get out. But to what end? 

He’d told Louis to keep his voice down. Even hissed it at him. Got back in bed and put the pillow over his ears, only to hear Louis in his head next. The way he could do that. 

For years he’d wondered if his recovery would be smoother if he’d been able to tell the truth. Maybe less nightmares after. Less destroying his relationships. Can’t be truthful with anybody, after that. No one believes in vampires.

He glances at the note again. Louis congratulates him on his storied career. Says he especially enjoyed the one about mental health parity and the funding of psychiatric centers. Fuck you, he thinks. He considers tearing the paper into bits. 

But his thumb brushes over Louis’s signature. 

He’d been evicted, while he was away. No one to tell the landlord where he’d disappeared to. No one paying the bills. His possessions had been auctioned off and a newlywed couple was living there when he came back. Nothing left to prove it. The photobooth pictures, and the ticket stubs he’d kept from the opera, and even the amulet. The amulet. All of it gone, and he’d had to start over.

Fifty years later and he remembers the ache in his chest. Feels it again. Not just the loss, not on the surface. Everything else, though. They’d argued about it, so many times. And he’d known, deep down, that this would happen. He’d grow old, while Louis stayed the same. Every year that passed just lead to Louis getting bored and moving on.

There’s been a whole other life, though. He thinks he died at thirty-two. The person who came out the other side, with nothing, had been an empty blank slate. Crawling up and up and up until he could pretend he was something else. Like an insect, reborn, reshaped down to his bones.

If only his doctor could see this. Probably long gone by now, because he was already getting old in the early eighties. He’d smoke through their sessions and hack his lungs out whenever something poignant came up. Imagine if he could see the proof.

Does he even have a tape deck anymore?

He runs a hand through his hair, still damp from the shower. Weird reminder that no time has gone by at all. He wonders if he can go use the media room at the university, if there’s enough privacy. Listening to these with others around would be a dire mistake. Too many questions he’d have to answer, and he doesn’t know the person he’ll become. Not the polite scholar anymore, but like the broken thing he’d been at thirty-two, raving in the street and sick with detox. Craving Louis’s blood but no one knew what he was talking about. It’s a blur, really. Something he doesn’t want to remember, and he doesn’t try. He knows when they found him he didn’t know his name. He was sick, with no shoes, and the paramedics had to call the cops to help get in him in ambulance.

Too old for all that now, though. The queasy feeling levels out, quiet and constant. He knows he won’t lose it this time, but…

What the fuck does he even want.

#vamptember #amc iwtv #LIKE IDK I DIDN'T WATCH THE BTS THING SO IDK IF THERE'S BEEN MORE CONTEXT RELEASED THAT I MISSED #i was too anxious to watch it LOL #but i was daydreaming a lot abotu what daniel's life looks like if he never meets armand & dies LOL

[cadaverousdecay]

i slept for 12 hours and had so many dreams that are all fuzzy now

#i missed half of mothers day :'( #which sucks because i actually love my mom #if it was fathers day i wouldnt sweat it but my mom is amazing #anyway those dreams really fucking disoriented me #i know one of them i was supposed to deliver packages but i kept opening them and bleeding on them on accident #i was also watching a movie but it had the sanders sides in it and it was actually really good and i wish i could rewatch it #anyway i need to figure out something to eat and all that jazz

[yanderechuu]

Shower Thoughts

yandere!Class 1A x fem!reader

[3.2K]

Summary: Momo wasn’t as trustable as you had presumed.

Warning: Larceny, nonconsensual touching, masturbation

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You used to spend roughly ten minutes in the shower, only ever needing to soak your body in the water, apply shampoo and body wash before rinsing all the foam of products from your skin and scalp. Shower thoughts simply consisted of the day’s agenda or any special occurrence that had happened the past week, never really drifting off to existential questions and dark notions that would keep you from leaving the bathroom later than usual. You neither necessarily liked taking a shower nor did you dread it, as to you it was only ever a mandatory routine of the day which you handled with a neutral mind.

But now, ten minutes were already a slow thirty, and majority of the time you bothered not to move your arms to make work of your hair, or lather your skin with soap as you normally would do had it not been for the questions plaguing your mind like how your classmates would terrorize your time and space.

Right, your classmates - who would spend every hour of the day with you as if they didn’t have anything better to do. As if you were an important subject of matter next to hero training. You never appreciated it, because from the start, you did not want to have anything do to with them. They smothered and coddled you as if air wasn’t that important to you, disregarding the way you felt about personal space, how it was very significant to you. Rare were the moments of peace as a few of them were always by your side, ‘ensuring your safety’ as they would like to quote it. Why ensure your safety? You had not been a prominent figure in the sports festival, neither did you have a quirk that could be of great utility for the villains unlike Bakugou or Tokoyami. You weren’t a problem child, either. Their justification of following you around like you were some sort of high-maintenance prisoner made no sturdy sense to you.

“There’s this new package of green tea my mother had sent me this week! Would you like to try it, (y/n)?”

“Sure.”

But if you had to choose among your classmates one whom you would tolerate for the following years you’d be in U.A., that would be Yaoyorozu Momo. She was kind and considerate, often determining your feelings before you could voice it out (not that you really had the courage to, most of the time). She was organized and pristine and never had you met someone more befitting for the definition of ‘mom friend’ than her. She was perfect in nearly every way, and even though you’d have the occasional pang of jealousy at some times her perfectionism was displayed (gender envy, isn’t it, (y/n)?), she never seemed to bear mal intent, so you would let the emotions slide. You’d see the galaxy in her eyes if you would stare long enough. Her tea was best substitute for coffee, too.

You never considered her more than a very great friend, though, and to her, that was a problem.

As you sauntered your way over to your dorm with her, you shuffled your bag to take your room key buried in the side pockets. “I’ll go down in a while, but you better make sure you’re in the common room before me.”

You wouldn’t allow your classmates to take advantage of your lone self simply because Momo wasn’t there to fend them off.

“Mhm! Lemon green tea as usual, correct?”

“Yeah. Thanks again, YaoMomo.”

Your use of sotto voce tone on her nickname gave a pleasant shiver down her spine; her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head had she not restrained herself. Having been always kept to yourself, you never felt the need to adjust your volume for others to hear properly, so oftentimes your voice came out in a whisper - not that she minded, of course. You sounded more sensual that way.

“Are you going to take a while or will I have to brew tea right away?”

“Training was more strenuous than usual, and my muscles can’t seem to relax,” you explained, “so I’m going to take a quick shower.”

From your peripheral vision as you were focused on your bag to fish out the key, you saw Momo’s jaw slack upon hearing your plan to take a bath. It was odd, but you didn’t give particular attention to it when you finally took out your desired item. You failed to notice the way she abruptly settled her gaze on the key, inspecting it as if she was deliberating its shape, form, and material, and installing it to memory.

“Oh- oh!” She exclaimed. “I do remember having some body wash that help soothe muscle strains and body aches. I can hand them to you if you want.”

You shook your head, smiling lightly. “You’re too kind, YaoMomo. But I think just hot water will do for me.”

She watched as you opened the door to your room, giving her one more smile before disappearing inside and locking the door with a distinct click. As soon as you did so, she pulled the sleeve of her wrist up, developing with her body lipids a key the exact copy of the one you had held.

You certainly lied when you had said you were going to take a ‘quick’ shower. Already ten minutes into it did you only decide to sleek yourself with liquid body soap, initially absentmindedly rubbing it on your body, before you gradually got rougher with your movements and soon you found yourself scuffing your own flesh with vehement motion.

They were excessively touchy again, your classmates. Denki got too close to your face while delivering a pick-up line that made you wish you didn’t exist in order to hear it, and upon nearing you did Bakugou pull you away from him, cursing at him to buzz off. He took his time feeling up your waist - the part he used to grab you - while at it. During lunch, as you were once again coerced into joining his group to the cafeteria, Izuku refused to let go of your hand as you walked, and Uraraka as adamant with hugging you by the hips with one arm. It was what girlfriends did, she said, and you were not entirely sure whether or not she referred to that word romantically.

And if not, then did girlfriends also normally touch the parts of which you did not want to be touched on? You felt, clear as day, a bare hand resting on your thigh when you sat on your usual spot, dangerously close to lifting your skirt for everyone to see, and when you gave Hagakure’s faceless face a questioning look, she asked you what was wrong. Her uniform sleeve was literally floating on top of your lap, and still she had the gall to pretend as if she was not touching you with lacking consent. 

 You were not safe from Shoto, either, when he offered to readjust your uniform tie and you were in no place to decline (you had the right to, but they just stripped you off of it), his breath hitching in ecstasy as his fingers brushed your chest; he was, audaciously enough, not hiding his bliss. Then he rubbed your shoulders to ‘warm you up,’ when all he really intended to do was motivate his own fantasy that you were his and he was simply scenting you like some fucking alpha to his omega.

You turned no blind eye to their gesticulations. You never once found it endearing, and wished they would stop with whatever the hell this was called, because you were quite sure this was past the border of molestation and could already be rendered a form of bullying.

But not once did you consider the possibility of having a class obsessed with your quaint self.

So you supposed that until you’d find a way to deduce their idiosyncratic actions and tendencies then you would have to make do with your own bathroom as your safe space. Momo was the only classmate you could confide to, so at least she was there.

Unfortunately, you had yet to see the other side of her coin.

Because as she was just right outside your bathroom door, obsessively taking in every bit of item you owned inside your dorm room like a madman, you were left with the impression that she was all you could ever ask for in a friend. You didn’t know how she was not any better than the rest of your classmates, adoring your very existence to the extent of insanity; how she’d crave for you so often and so terribly that she’d feel herself clench when you do so much as merely spare her a glance. And you had done that a lot today - she would have to relieve herself for it.

She spotted the heap of clothes right by your bed; it became apparent that you had stripped yourself off of it before entering the bathroom and taking a shower. Walking towards it, a portion of your seamless underwear came to view, and she resisted the urge to render into a mound of horniness in order to pick it up and inspect it closely.

It was a lighter color of (s/c). A plain, simple, modest undergarment item, still it evoked a particular feeling on the bottom center of Momo’s hips. The heat came rushing along her midriff and instigated the muscle of her legs to falter, and as soon as she felt it, a hand of hers drifted past her skirt, feeling up the slick accumulated on the fabric of her own panties only with the knowledge that your panties were currently in her possession. She needed release, but you were nearly finished with your bath, and she was still inside your room.

You walked out of the shower the moment she shut the door of your bedroom. You saw it closed, but you didn’t catch the culprit.

This unnerved you to no end. Undoubtedly, you thought, this had to be one of your classmates. Who else was it supposed to be? Aizawa-sensei (...)? You had yet to know their ultimatum, but you were sure this occurrence was another one of their schemes. You had assumed that all their weird, unappreciated antics were just to get you to socialize with them, but now you didn’t understand why it had gotten to the point of entering your room without permission.

You couldn’t keep this to yourself.

So you planned to bring it up to Momo, a representative of your class and someone whom you deemed trustable enough to share it with. Quickly, you dressed into your casual indoor attire, and rushed outside your room to head to the kitchen, where you presumed she’d be in the process of making your tea. But she wasn’t there.

Instead, she was in her own room, your panties muzzled right into her face and her own fingers buried deeply inside her cunt.

“Oh- oh, god- Ah! (Y/n)!”

Oh god, your panties. Oh god, your panties. The object most intimate to your parts of intimacy, soaking every bit of womanly secretion from your genitalia. Of all the masturbation sessions she had done to the thought of you, this was the hottest. She wasn’t quite sure whether to imagine your cunt on her lips in a position of mutual cunnilingus or your fingers thrusting into her in place of hers. She wanted both.

A whine slipped past her lips. To think that moments ago, she was in the same space as you were nude. Oh, to join you in the bathroom, doing inenarrable things to each other with the use of the showerhead. To touch your skin selfishly rather than only watch as she would do during class hours.

She came with a squeal, falling face-down to bite the duvet of her large bed. Gone in her hazy mind was her promise to you of lemon green tea, and as she still basked in the pathological euphoria of getting off, you were in the common room, anxiously waiting for her return.

But just as you had expected, someone was bound to spot you alone and take this as an opportunity to be with you, and they just so happened to be-

Oh. Aoyama.

He offered you a slice of cheese with his usual grin before settling down a few feet beside you, enough to leave you be in your personal bubble. You gave him occasional glances, unwrapping the cheese from its casing and he just sat there, eating his. He was alright, you guessed - another tolerable classmate of yours next to Momo. Perhaps it was because you used to always be alone in the classroom with him during break time that you were at ease with his presence. Or maybe he just seemed so gay and that, for some reason, comforted you. One gay presence could comfort another lol.

“It’s delicious.” Your comment came out inadvertently.

“Oui. Only the best quality for the best person.” He flaunted.

You weren’t exactly sure whether he was referring to you or to himself, but you paid little attention to that as the cheese was certainly delicious; you were not lying.

“It’s odd how your chose to take a bath at this time of the day.” He spoke.

You stopped chewing.

He meant to refer to your damp hair, but having just suspected your class of breaking and entering your room, you thought otherwise.

“I-” You choked on the cheese, ending up needing to gulp it like liquid content instead of breaking it down to fit your throat. 

Immediately, he sprang up in concern, stepping over to you to gently thump you on the back. “Are you alright?”

“No- I mean- I just-!” You wheezed, occasionally having to clear your throat. You swatted his hand away from you; you hadn’t meant to appear rude, but you did. You stood up in a rush. “L-look, I have to go.”

“Don’t you want to drink water?”

“I’m- fine,”

With your words, you took off from the common room area and headed back to your room. There were two sets of emotions that mixed to form the bile in your throat. One was wrath and humiliation upon the discovery of Aoyama’s actions. The other was betrayal and confusion from Momo’s absence when she had said she’d be brewing tea for you, and it wasn’t the tea that disheartened you. She knew of your issue with the class, and if she were busy, couldn’t she have texted you a heads-up?

She shouldn’t be surprised when at the next time she saw you, you interacted with her less. Your intention to distance yourself from her was most prominent, and it didn’t help that your classmates took notice of this, because now they were taking advantage of the situation, tagging you along with them in spite of your futile attempts to decline now that Momo was nowhere to tell them off. When she’d talk to you, you would answer, though your voice was back to speaking to her like she was a stranger. 

Resentment was stronger than ruing the lack of intimacy between you two. It was as if she had received your panties in exchange for the time she’d be spending with you, oddly enough. After much deliberation, she came to realize that this was your little ‘tantrum’ after not being able to meet with her the other day. 

It was pretty cute, she thought, that you’d try and make her acknowledge the fault on her part by ignoring her.

You didn’t walk with her back to dorms as per usual that dismissal. Instead, just like what you had used to do before finding consolation in her, you walked alone, accomplishing being able to avoid your classmates as you did. By the time she reached the dorms, you were in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water to satiate your throat. She took a hold of your wrist before you went back to your room.

“(Y/n),” she pleaded, “tell me what’s wrong.”

You looked at her with a reluctant expression. Perhaps you should. After the short while that you had been hanging out with her, her presence turned into something you came to miss. You wanted her back, but not in the way she wanted you.

“I-it’s just,” you stammered out, “y-you know how I feel being alone in the common room without you. I... I’m not comfortable with our classmates when you’re not around.” She took pride in this. “I don’t take it lightly how you left me alone the other day...”

Your voice faltered out the longer you spoke.

So she was correct; you were certainly having your little ‘tantrum.’ With a guilty smile, she left your wrist to hold your hand tenderly, and suddenly it dawned upon you the feeling of whenever Bakugou held your waist, Shoto nuzzled his face on your neck or Izuku invaded your personal space.

Fear and apprehension.

Before you could preach your objection to whatever she had planned ahead for you, she dragged you along with her and you both reached her dorm room before you could comprehend where she was taking you. 

“I’ll make it up to you.” She said, making you sit on her large bed.

Then she proceeded to make you tea, boiling water with an electric kettle situated on top of her study desk; there also laid a tea set next to her three books, which you assumed were those of which would aid her in the utility of her quirk, like encyclopedias. Beside those was a piece of cloth, unfolded, unkept - a (s/c)-colored silk fabric.

Your face drained of color.

She pushed the books towards the cloth, completely obscuring it from your view and leaving the table disorganized. You knew Momo, neat and orderly as much as possible; she wouldn’t do that without reason.

Now that you thought about it, the same day someone had barged in your room, your underwear had been missing from your set of laundry garments. You spent the next whole day actively avoiding Aoyama, thinking he was the culprit to this felony. At the present moment you were reconsidering your allegation.

“U-um, Momo, I need to go-”

“Here!”

She yelled it so giddily, so uncharacteristically, as she pushed the cup of tea towards your way. How she did so was very quick that you had not the time to take it properly, and steaming liquid fell to your décolletage, past the cotton of your uniform and streaming down the valley of your breasts. It was a moist mess. She loved every bit of it.

“Oh! Oh, my bad. I’ll- I’ll clean you up!” She exclaimed, all flushed and excited.

You didn’t find it in you to push her back when she began to do exactly what she had said, taking your blazer off, loosening your school tie and unbuttoning the dress shirt underneath, only ever being able to stare at her with eyes that evinced betrayal, because it slowly occurred to you that she was satiating her own selfish obsession with you all under the ruse of maintaining a decent friendship. 

“(Y/n),” She breathed out, “I adore you.”

She was no different than the rest of your classmates, and you were a fool to think otherwise.

#bnha x reader #bnha #boku no hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia #yandere x reader #yandere class 1a #class 1a x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere bnha #momo yaoyorozu x reader #momo x reader #momo x y/n #yandere #yandere momo yaoyorozu #yandere momo #yanderechuu

[jvsons]

SECRET SANTA

Dick Grayson x reader

MASTERLIST

FICMAS 2021 • DAY 8

WARNINGS • suggestive content but nothing extreme

CATEGORY • fluff and a little heat

SUMMARY •

Dick’s hands traced along your arms expectantly, gently taking in each kiss that left him more breathless each time.

“So,” You smiled, fingers raising to ghost his jawline. “What’s my present?”

“That’s why I would like you to devote your upmost interest in our program. As a close advisor of Mr. Wayne I trust that you would bring this idea to him further more-“

You kept the signature Wayne accomplice facade up with difficulty, fighting to hold in a yawn as you leaned slightly to stretch. Your eyes widened upon noticing the man who was supposed to be your date abruptly missing from your side, and you could only guess it was a matter of time before this problem arose.

“I’m so sorry-“ You hastily cut off the couple trying to sell you, guiding them in Tim’s direction with you arm. “An emergency just popped up, but Mr. Drake will be happy to entertain you.”

With that, you slipped out of the main hall, away from the crowd and free to roam Wayne Manor’s vast hallways. A few stairs and turns later led you to a door identical to the rest in the hall, you raised your hand and delivered a series of timely knocks to the wood. A few seconds later and a crack opened up, revealing a few slim fingers and a half shadowed face behind the door. Upon seeing you, Dick opened the door wide and quickly ushered you in before closing it once more.

His gaze painted him quiet, slim frame leaned up against his dresser as he undid his tie a little for comfort. Dick’s gaze met yours in the mirror’s reflection, quickly swiping away and down once more to fumble with his dress shirt.

“Hey,” You started, slowly approaching your nervous wreck of a boyfriend and placing your hands on his shoulders. “No one is mad at you for ditching. We all know how bigger parties can scare you sometimes.”

“I know.” Dick sighed, dropping his fingers and grazing them along the opening in his suit jacket as he did. “I just wish I could’ve lasted a bit longer.”

Your eyes lingered on the contents of his vanity, taking in the numerous products he had neatly arranged across the width of it. Then, they landed on a unfamiliar item, a red package wrapped in a graceful red bow.

“What’s that?” You asked, unable to keep the grin from forming on your face as Dick followed your gaze. Upon seeing the box he quickly turned to face you while one of his hands dealt it away, leaving you leaned up against his chest with humorously lidded eyes.

“Someone’s secret Santa gift.”

Dick’s breath fanned over the lower half of your face, mixing in with the sweet smell of his cologne. You lingered for a moment, perching one hand on his thigh whilst the other tilted his head down. Locks of jet black hair dusted your forehead as your lips met, greeting the blankness of your tongue with the soft taste of vanilla. Dick’s hands traced along your arms expectantly, gently taking in each kiss that left him more breathless each time.

“So,” You smiled, fingers raising to ghost his jawline. “What’s my present?”

A small whine graced your ear as you softly bit down on his neck, making sure not to leave a mark.

“Patience, darling. You’ll find out.” A charming smile was sent your way as you were taken by the waist. Your hands ran along the smooth black fabric of Dick’s suit, slightly shaking in the urge to pull it off. A loud blast of music stopped you both right where you were, knowing well enough that cue meant it was time to keep up appearance once more.

“Later.” You let go of Dick’s jacket and backed up, unpinning him from the vanity and motioning for him to bend down so you could adjust his collar. He squinted his eyes at you before taking your lips for a second, standing straight and swiftly taking your hand.

“I’m counting on it.”

#dc universe #ficmas2021 #fluff #slightly spicy #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson #nightwing #nightwing x you #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x reader #dc fanfic #batboys #drabble #jason todd #tim drake #masterlist

[mxtantrights]

past lives | 10

a/n: final part!! AHHHHHHH stay tuned for the epilogue!!! And thank you guys so much for coming on this journey with me. I really appreciate it and YOU! <3

You awoke to the smell of cement and dry wall. It smelled so bad you could feel it in your throat. Your eyes cleared up to the spectacle in front of you. It was Ra's and Nyssa with their arms crossed.

“Is this some sick parent teacher conference?” you joked.

“No games. You failed to deliver the package.” he said.

“You mean your grandson? The one who left of his own volition?”

“Nonsense he is the heir to everything I have. He can’t leave.”

You looked over more to your former friend, “Nice to see you too Nyssa.”

“Why didn’t you stick to the plan?” she asked.

You look at Ra’s and he’s already staring you down. You don’t think he’s told her. It would have been best not to. Withholding information is his favorite skill anyways.

You’re about to say something when Ra’s comes over and backhands you. It makes you curl in the chair they’ve put you in. You weren’t surprised, that didn’t make it any less worse however. 

He really doesn’t want her to know.

“All you had to do was seek him out. You couldn’t even do it.” 

His smack- you hate to say it- brought up a thought to the front of your mind. 

“When did you know about my father?” you asked.

It’s in words that Nyssa isn’t able to pick up on. You know. He knows. It’s clear he doesn’t want her to know. Another hint at telling her might earn you worse than a slap.

“After you came out of the pit. I looked into your identity some more and did some research.” he said.

“Tell me,” you move your arms bound to the back of the chair, “Did you spawn Damian afterwards because of me?”

“No, you’re not the reason. I had already been watching him for some time. You were just a happy coincidence.” he answered.

Ra's folds his hands behind his back and moves around Nyssa, and then around you. In a circle. The predator and the prey. What was Nyssa this time around?

“You never reached out.” you said directly to her.

“You left.” she shot back.

“He wanted me gone.” you nodded to her father.

“It was a test you imbecile!” she shouted.

It made you flinch. You realized that maybe Nyssa wasn’t going to let bygones be bygones. And from her stand point she didn’t have to. You hurt her. 

Ra’s circles around you once more. His eyes never left Nyssa though. It gave you a sickening feeling. How everyone was his pawns. Specifically Talia and Nyssa. The women in that family needed serious counseling after being brought up by a man like that.

“If it was a test then why did he let me live? The moment I stepped out the door I should have been dead!” you shouted back.

She stayed silent. So you continued.

“He’s lying to you Nyssa.” you said.

“She’s right I lied to you. It wasn’t part of some test.”

Nyssa turned to her father in shock. You were sat wondering why he would give himself up so easily. What did he have to play here?

Whatever it was could wait. He was far enough now to not strike you again. You needed to let her know.

“He wanted me as a back up for Damian. My half-brother.” you said.

Nyssa turned back to you and when she did Ra's smacked her too. You winced for her, his hand print would probably be on your face in a few minutes. Just like old times.

He turned to you.

“You ruined my plan to bring my grandson back. Now he knows I’m here.” he said.

“He ran away for good reason. I’m glad he did. I would've never handed him over to you anyways.” you spoke.

“You didn’t have to hand him to me, you were just going to serve him to me on a platter.”

“No. Because I know you were tracking me through my phone, both of them. You think I didn’t notice how heavy that flash drive is? I know a cloning device when I hold one. And the burner phone? That was cheap work.” 

He began to laugh. It made you sit further back in your seat. Him laughing was never a good sign. And it never sounded right. All those years in the pit must’ve done something to his laugh, along with the rest of his mind.

Ra's al Ghul came face to face with you. He wasn’t a pleasant man to look at. His breath even more telling on how close to death he is. But you looked him in the eye anyways.

“And that’s why you’re here. The bargaining chip. He’ll come for you, because just as you care for him he cares for you.”

He lets up and in the background you saw Nyssa shift her arm really quickly. You don’t know what it was for. 

-

The family had gotten a hit on your location. It had been four hours since you were taken. Everyone decided to suit up and hit the streets for the first two hours. Redhood and Red Robin took downtown, Nightwing enlisted the help of GCPD to search Midtown and Batman and Robin took Uptown. With the league they couldn’t be too careful.

In the middle of searching is when they got a comms message from Alfred. Your phone had pinged off a tower in Crime Alley. As Bruce and Damian were closest they began to head over to that neighborhood. The rest of the boys and some footmen from the GCPD were on their way over.

Batman and Robin got there and Alfred was able to narrow down the closest tower that your phone pinged off of. 

In the bat mobile Damian remained quiet. He had kept mum about the real reason you were there with him when Gotham Academy had caught on fire. Bruce could tell it was something he wanted to speak about alone.

“So what's the real reason?” 

Damian let out a sigh, “This isn’t our first meeting. We’ve had a relationship since I was born. Back on the island.”

“With the league?”

“Yes. It was sad when we could no longer see each other, grandfather had offered an out. I never thought we would see each other again.”

Bruce stayed quiet for a moment. All that could be heard was the engine of the batmobile. 

“Did you know you were related?”

“I found that out the same day as Gotham Academy. We had a conversation later that night.”

“You snuck out?” 

“I had to father. It was for good reason. We were able to put the pieces together. I said I would handle grandfather.” 

“Damian.”

“This has gone on for too long. It’s my fault. If something happens-”

“We’ll make it.”

Then he steps more on the gas.

- 

Your head lulled forward after the sixth blow he dealt you. It wasn’t like you earned it. He wanted to prove a point to Nyssa. That you were expendable to him. That in the grand scheme of things you didn’t matter.

“All that training, wasted! You can’t even get out of the restraints.” 

You swallowed the blood that was in your mouth, “What makes you think he’ll come for me?”

“We’re going to send a public ransom across all of Gotham. I figure a hundred thousand as the bounty will circulate enough to get to him. And then he’ll come and find you.”

“He’s just a child.”

“No he’s more than a child. He’s my grandson, the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul.”

“And what does she think about all this?” 

“Enough!” he shouted.

You were punched again. 

“I’ll get someone to send the ransom around.” Nyssa’s voice said.

You lifted your head up to look at her but her back was already turned to you. This however did earn you another punch, to the gut this time, by Ra’s. You let out a disgusting sound at the impact.

“Instead of a coincidence you’ve become an inconvenience. This time I won’t put you in the pit.” 

“Why would you ever put me in there in the first place, huh? I was a no one! You  didn’t know me or my mother. You just snatched my body and made me one of your foot soldiers.” you screamed through the incoming headache.

He did that mechanical laugh again and you wanted to spit at him. You never thought he was a good man. All the things he did. The things he told you to do. You can’t absolve all of the blame but he was an undeniable reason why you did those things.

Drop offs turned into stake outs. Stake outs into undercover. Undercover into sedation. With him the lines were blurred, because there was supposed to be nothing you wouldn’t do for him. But you chose Damian. Or, you chose Damian’s new life over his old one. And he didn't like that one bit.

The door bused open and in came Batman. You didn't think you'd live to see him up close. It’s true that while in Gotham you would probably see him once or twice. But this?

You watched as Ra's attacked him on sight. It was like the two were in sync. Batman hit, Ra’s dodged. A kick here, a swerve there. They seemed to be equals. You know you could never pull that off. Ra’s would have you flat out in under a minute.

When Batman should have swerved he didn’t. And Ra’s got the best of him with a punch. This gave way to a kick to the side and a head pull into the ground. You struggled to get out of your restraints. It wasn’t looking good for either of you.

Ra’s picked him up, and you watched in horror as he hurled him toward you. Batman collided with you so hard that he broke the chair you were in. It sent you back into one of the many crates in the room.

Batman groaned as you lifted him off of you. You slid over to the side on the floor. He was definitely not light. He knocked the only wind out of you that remained after Ra’s punishment.

No more chair meant your hands were free.

You pulled your arms around to the front. You could try to take him like this. Even though you could hear him laughing in the foreground. 

“Here.” 

You looked over at Batman. He was holding out one of his knives, shaped like a bat. You took it without passing a comment on it. You passed the blade over the restraints and made quick work of them.

On your feet, the laughter stops. You inched closer and closer to him.

“I didn’t snatch your body, your mother handed you over when she found out you were murdered. She asked me for this!” he said.

You stopped. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“When you died she went to a very dark place. With how dark she got it didn’t take long for her to find one of my associates and get in contact with me. She begged for you to be brought back. Her child!”

You ran into the attack. The words that came from his mouth just made you see red. He threw his fists but you ducked and weaved. After weaving you landed multiple blows on him. You grabbed him by the shoulders and brought your knee into him. 

He went down a bit, only for a few seconds, then got his bearings back. Ra’s spit out the blood from his mouth.

“You’ll leave here with no parents. And it’ll be at my behest.” 

In through the door comes Robin. A robin with a face too familiar to hide behind a mask. 

“Grandfather!” the little robin shouted.

That makes you look behind you. At Batman. Bruce Wayne.

Your father was Batman. Your father.

#dc x reader #batman x reader #damian wayne x reader #Bruce Wayne x reader #Ra's al Ghul x reader #robin x reader #Tim Drake x reader #Nightwing x reader #Dick Grayson x reader #Jason Todd x reader #PAST LIVES

[cinnoasch]

Cecilia [Albedo x Reader]

A/N: I have a definite soft spot for Albedo and he’s never leaving my team, what a pretty boy!

Word Count: 1246

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Your eyes glance over the paperwork in front of you, reading commission after commission. You always knew that the people of Mondstadt relied on Acting Grand Master Jean to help with their commissions but, after reading some of them, you realized just how ridiculous some of them were.

“I know Acting Grand Master Jean only wants to help the people of Mondstadt, but she really needs to put her foot down on some of these commissions...” You mumble quietly.

Your gaze lands on the clock on the wall. It was already 5:00 PM and here you were, still lazing around the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. Usually you would have done with the commissions by now, but today you just weren’t feeling it. You needed something else to do. 

The book lying underneath your folder of commissions catches your eyes and you slide the folder off of the book. This was one of Albedo’s alchemy books that you borrowed. Without his permission, of course. When you first saw Albedo make a flower appear out of thin air, you knew alchemy had piqued your interest. However seeing as he was always busy with his experiments, you felt as if he wouldn’t have time to teach you alchemy. So the next best thing was to teach yourself. It was hard at first, but you got better at it every time and eventually you were able to procure small things out of thin air. You were no where close near Albedo or Sucrose’s level of alchemy but you felt accomplished nonetheless.

Suddenly a quiet knock echoed through the room and you slide the book back under the commissions folder and flip the folder open. You sit up in your chair, hoping it was not Jean who walked through the door. 

“Come in.”

The door swings open to reveal Sucrose holding a package.

“Hey, Sucrose. What brings you over here?”

“Oh, um... I was wondering if I could ask for a favor, Mr./Ms. Y/N. Are you done with your commissions for the day?”

“Um, yes. I am.” You say closing the folder in front of you. “What can I do for you?”

“Have you seen Mr. Albedo by any chance?”

“Albedo? Oh, that must be a package for him, right? You want me to look for him?”

Sucrose nods. “If you don’t mind please. I’ve checked everywhere I could possibly think of in Monstadt. I would go out and search near Dragonspine but I’m supposed to be taking care of the alchemy stand for Timaeus.”

“I see. Well I’ll start looking for him. Hopefully my search won’t extend to Dragonspine.” You say standing up from the desk. You walk over to Sucrose and take the package from her hands. “I’ll report back to you if I find him.”

“Thank you, Mr./Ms. Y/N. Speaking of which, how has your self-taught alchemy lessons been going?”

“O-oh, you knew about that huh?”

“Your folder of commissions does not exactly cover the book. In fact that package is Mr. Albedo’s new order of that exact book. I am sure if you expressed your interest in alchemy, Mr. Albedo would most certainly not mind teaching you!”

“I’m not sure about that Sucrose... after all I did steal...borrow his books without his permission.”

“Nonsense! Please just ask him Mr./Ms. Y/N. It’s always a pleasure to see someone express an interest in alchemy and if I can help you expand that interest, I will do so in any way possible.”

You smile at Sucrose. “Alright, alright. I’ll ask him since you keep insisting. Also, Sucrose, please just call me Y/N. We’re the same age after all.”

Sucrose shakes her head and begins pushing you out the door, “I respect you Mr./Ms. Y/N, so I must treat you with respect. Now get going!”

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You let out a sigh, putting your sword away after taking care of some hilichurls and pick the box back up from the ground.

You were looking around Starsnatch Cliff, thinking that Albedo might be sketching around here somewhere. You recalled that he mentioned once that he liked going to Starsnatch Cliff often to clear his thoughts after a long day.

Soon you come across Albedo sitting on a log, he was twirling a cecilia in between his fingers. 

“Albedo?” You call out as you walk up towards him.

He turns his head, a small smile appears when he sees the box in your hands, “You didn’t have to come all this way to deliver that.”

“Sucrose wanted to get it to you as soon as possible, so I couldn’t deny her request.”

“Ah, that’s right. She’s watching the store for Timaeus. I hope you didn’t spend long looking for me.”

You shake your head, setting the box down next to Albedo’s feet. “I already knew you were here. I remembered you mentioned something about Starsnatch being your go-to place to relax.”

Albedo gestures for you to take a seat next to him and as you do, he says, “Oh, you remembered that? It was just an insignificant detail about myself.”

“I wouldn’t consider it insignificant. What if we needed you but you were nowhere to be found?

“I suppose I see what you mean.”

Albedo looks down at the flower in his hand, examining it carefully, twirling it around.

“Did you know they say cecilias are the loneliest flowers?”

You look at Albedo in surprise.

“I’ve seen them in small groups whenever I come up here, yet even in groups, I could still sense their loneliness. Why is it that even when we’re around people, we can still feel so alone in this world?”

You were speechless. Albedo was never one to show his emotions outright. He always kept them tucked inside. Yet here he was, telling you his thoughts, even if he didn’t know it himself.

“That may be the case, but who says we can’t feel lonely together?”

Albedo looks at you as you look forward, gazing at Mondstadt below. “Loneliness is normal, don’t you think? No one shows it because they don’t want to worry people, but I think we all feel that way sometimes. Even now.”

Albedo chuckles, “Once again, you prove a point Y/N. It’s not a bad feeling; feeling lonely together. I guess there’s still much more I can learn from my peers.”

“See what good it does when you’re not locked inside your laboratory?”

“Says the one who locked themselves in their office after stealing my alchemy books.”

Shocked, you look at Albedo, a smug smirk showing on his face. “You knew about that?”

“I knew books were missing. I just happened to catch you in the act one day.”

“And you didn’t say anything?”

“I wanted to see if you would confess. Turns out my hypothesis was wrong.”

You turn your head away, embarrassed. “I bet I looked pretty stupid, huh?”

“Stupid? No. Silly? Yes. If you wanted to learn alchemy, you could have asked.”

“And take you away from your work? No thank you.”

Albedo smiles, mumbling quietly, “I don’t mind if it’s you after all.” He stands up holding his hand out to you, “Let’s head back, shall we?”

You pick up the box next to you, tucking it under your arm before grabbing Albedo’s hand, “Where to?”

“The laboratory, you want to become proficient in alchemy, don’t you? I’ll teach you all I know.”

You only give a little nod as Albedo pulls you along down Starsnatch Cliff. Commissions could wait another day.

#albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact #genshin albedo #albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader

[dat-town]

wish you were here

Characters: Mark Lee & you

Setting: wish dragon au (and a bit of aladdin because mark even has a tiger in their garden like jasmine did. don’t ask why, just blame the regular mv), childhood best friends to lovers (at least there’s potential?)

Genre: fluff and humour

Warnings: mentions of a sick animal and a wild animal kept as a pet in a huge garden (just like jasmine’s tiger, it’s very tamed)

Summary: A magical teapot, a dragon that wants everyone to be happy and an old friendship being revived. Oh yeah, have I told you that you have 3 wishes?

Words: 6.4k

For @restlessmaknae​ 💕

When your mother told you you got delivery to your childhood home, you certainly did not expect this: a brown box as big as a small watermelon with your old Canadian address and MARK LEE scrabbled next to your name as another recipient but no sender. Not to mention, the first stamp on the thing was dating back to the early 2010s. Where the hell was this package for 10 years? And what would you and your old neighbour slash best friend have gotten together?

Okay, first things first:

You and this clumsy, kind of cute kid, Mark had been quite tight while growing up. You were born in the same year, only a month apart, and his family lived in the house next to yours in the suburbs of Vancouver, so it was kind of natural. You two might have been against the world kind of comrades, playing hide and seek when you were six and wondering about whether time travelling was possible through black holes at twelve. But no matter how close you used to be, you fell out of touch when Mark's family moved to the other end of the world, back to Korea, their roots when you were fourteen. You slowly forgot about him, and started university in the city, moving away from home, so nothing really reminded you of him ⎼ and your stupid, big fat crush on him that you had no courage to tell him about in middle school ⎼, nothing until this box.

You put the delivered package on your kitchen table while you make some dinner for yourself out of what you have gotten during grocery shopping earlier just before you picked up the mysterious stuff at the post office. You eye it suspiciously over your pasta, really not wrapping your mind about what it could be but instead of annoying yourself with this pointless curiosity, you put your fork down and stand up to open it. It’s a struggle at first, the box being secured with multiple adhesive tapes over the years but when you finally get rid of all that and can look inside of it, an intense feeling rushes through you… immerse disappointment.

“A teapot? For real? What were we thinking?” you furrow your brows taking the small, green and pretty old teapot into your hands. It looks like a piece of a traditional Asian set with its jade colour and dragon pattern. It couldn’t have been in a much better shape 10 years ago either seeing how wayworn it is but still, you expected something more… exciting? Something funny that might or might not give you an excuse to look up Mark Lee on the internet and message him for the sake of old times. But how lame it would be to befriend him on Facebook only to tell him that you got delivered a teapot under both your names. Hah, you would rather not embarrass yourself like that.

You shoot one last glance at the teapot before leaving it on your counter and going back to your food, you successfully forget about the whole ordeal. You carry your life on with only one small difference: Mark Lee back on your mind after long, long years.

It was just a small crush, you tell yourself, sighing as you look into the mirror, absentmindedly wondering how he’s doing. Does he think of you sometimes as well? Did he go to music college like he has always wanted? Is he happy? You wish he was even if he’s half a world away and with that thought you think it’s time to go to sleep despite the upcoming weekend days. You don’t want to mess up your sleep schedule over some boy but as soon as you pull the blanket over your chest and close your eyes, something explodes in your kitchen.

You jump out of bed faster than lightning, in slight panic over the fact that your neighbours will hate you for bothering them late at night and your landlord would kill you if you managed to blow up your microwave. But the sight that welcomes you is like no other that you imagined. The whole room is covered in thick pink glittery smoke. Like your worst Barbie nightmare.

“What the⎼” you cough, waving your hands to clear the air and once it dissolves into nothingness with its weirdly cotton candy smell, there’s a boy in the middle of it all, sitting cross legged on your kitchen counter so casually as if he owned the place. His pink-ish purple hair hangs into his eyes and he seems to find your coffee machine strangely interesting. You grab the first thing you can ⎼ a blender ⎼ and hold it up in defensive before yelling at the boy: “Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my apartment?”

The stranger’s mouth pulls up in a charming smile, his eyes sparkle as he turns his attention to you, hopping off the counter. He’s all thin and long limbs, so you hate how you hate to look up at him as he walks towards you before bowing ceremoniously.

“Hello, sorry for the sudden appearance, I just couldn’t wait any longer! I’ve been stuck in that teapot waaay too long. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. My name is Taeyong, I’m a wish dragon and you’re my new owner,” he smiles and what he says makes absolutely no sense.

“A wish dragon?” you mumble in shock, looking around to see if this is just another prank of Johnny. You wouldn’t be surprised to see him jump out from under one of the cupboards. Or maybe you just fell asleep and you’re dreaming. Yeah, that seems like a realistic scenario.

“Ah, yes! I know I don’t look like it but modern times require modern solutions. Most people freak out because of my dragon form, so human it is,” the boy who seems only a few years older than you grins as he’s chatting and you have to give it to him, he takes this role pretty seriously. “You have three wishes as my owner. You can ask for anything as long as it’s not about death or love.”

So you got yourself someone who thinks he’s basically a genie? Oh gosh, is he that drunk?

“Aha, very funny. I’m too tired for this prank, so I would appreciate it if you left the same way you came...” you point towards your window because there’s no way he came through the door. Putting down your blender because the guy looks pretty harmless despite his crazy blabbering, you move to go back to your bedroom.

“No, no, no, I can’t do that,” the boy, Taeyong as he introduced himself, appears in front of you within a second and grabs your shoulder as if he could shake some sense into you. He looks pretty desperate. “I can only get a new owner if I fulfill all wishes of yours. It was super stuffy in that box the last decade, you know.”

At that excuse you let out a laugh.

“You don’t even fit it the⎼”

“You were saying?” Taeyong is suddenly nowhere near ahead of you but instead a small creature, supposedly a dragon, in the size of your palm flies in front of your eye level. “It’s magic!”

Okay, now that sight makes you feel like it’s you who is drunk. Or worse.

“Am I dead?” you have to ask in a small, uncertain voice, trying to think back what could have happened. Maybe that explosion literally blew your apartment up? But it hurts when you pinch your arm and turning back into his human form, Taeyong wants to prove the very same thing. Not the hurting but the not dead part, obviously.

“No, you’re very much alive and a happy owner of a wish dragon. Not permanently, of course, but still,” he tells you as he drags you onto your couch in the living room. As if sitting down could help processing all this.

So you have a wish dragon in your home, a magical creature that can casually switch between its dragon and human form and he says you should wish for three things, so he could leave and you could go back to your old, boring life without magic and things that scare you to death at 11PM.

“Can I ask… why? Why me? I’m not really owner-material,” you whisper because heck yeah, you even managed to kill your cactus before. Taeyong purses his lips as he sits down, a hand at his chin.

“Well, it’s unusual indeed to have a peasant girl, no offence, as my owner but as far as I know, you and your friend asked for a sign that magic was real.”

Oh, you remember that, being so obsessed with shooting stars and other stuff like that, you two used Mark’s brother’s computer to browse the internet, trying to find evidence about all that. You were kids wanting to believe in a world beyond the one you knew. But...

“That was like 10 years ago,” you furrow your eyebrows, not getting the timing.

“Well, sorry, you weren’t put on the top of the Heaven wish list and the shipping from Shanghai to Vancouver isn’t the fastest either,” Taeyong shrugs as if it was supposed to be natural. As if that was the most unbelievable thing. Well, delivery services are sometimes a pain in the ass, that’s true but getting a wish delivered by Heaven was something you would have never thought of and it all drains down on you. Strangest realisation of your life.

“So… it’s all real,” you whisper ahead of yourself: magic, dragons and all that. You could basically see your old best friend’s I told you so smile and let out a soft chuckle. “I wish Mark could meet with you, too.”

At that the guy ahead of you claps his hands and rubs them together, creating the same purple smoke from before. You look at him alarmed.

“Your wish, my command,” Taeyong grins and lifts his hands and before you could make a sound of protest because gosh, you didn’t mean it literally, you feel the ground move under your feet and you’re falling, into the darkness but despite shutting your eyes automatically, fearing the impact of the crash, nothing comes. Only the smell of soy sauce in the air and warm sunshine on your skin… Wait, what?

Your eyelids fly open and you notice in shock that you’re not in your flat anymore, ready to sleep. Instead, you stand in the middle of a goddamn street somewhere in Korea based on the signs still in your PJ shorts and tee. Oh my gosh! You hide in an alley right away and yank the seemingly proud Taeyong with you.

“I didn’t tell you that I meant right now! I can’t meet Mark in my PJs and I need my phone and wallet to function anyways. Not to mention, I don’t speak Korean at all...” you ramble panicking, the realisation that you’re indeed on the other side of the Earth due to some magic is yet to register. But the awkwardness from the stares you have just gotten has already turned you bashful.

Listening to you, the wish dragon seems sheepish and slightly embarrassed as he scratched his nape, his colourful hair falling into his cast down eyes.

“Oh… sorry. I got so excited over the wish that I didn’t think about it! It’s been a while since I did teleport magic but hey, I still have it in me. Anyways, sorry. Phone and wallet, you said? Here you go,” he pulls out something from his pants which magically seems to be indeed your belongings. That definitely makes things earlier.

“Uhm, thanks. Where are we exactly?”

“Ah, well you mentioned your friend Mark Lee, so we’re here. Well, one bell away because I did remember that it’s rude to intrude other’s houses without permission first,” oh now, you know, you snicker internally and gulp because hell, even if you wanted to see Mark, you wouldn’t have thought that the meeting would come so soon. You didn’t have enough time to prepare yourself mentally.

“So… you’re telling me that this… is where Mark lives?” you point at the impressive apartment complex on the corner of the street but Taeyong shakes his head.

“Nope, This is where your Mark lives,” he says and before you could object about the ‘your’ part, the dragon points at the other side of the road at a luxurious house with a huge garden, basically a palace. Seeing the beautiful fountain, the modern and yet traditional Korean style building beyond the fences makes your jaw drop.

“Hahaha, alright for a magic dragon you must have made a mistake. There’s no way the Mark Lee I know lives here,” you look back at Taeyong finding it funny that the kid who used to wore his favourite tees until his mother basically threw them out would live at such a place.

“Mark Lee, korean name Minhyung, supposed to be 22 years old internationally soon. Bad eyesight, contagious laugh, clumsy but has surprisingly good reflexes, gets embarrassed easily. Sound familiar?” Taeyong crooks a brow at you as he reads the information off from a parchment he just took out of his pants. Everything he listed is just so Mark that you’re left in disbelief.

“Uuh… that sounds about right.”

“His father hit it big in 2016 with a tech company, their net worth has too many zeros to count,” Taeyong explains, seeing how surprised you were over the fact that he lived a lavish life like this. Not that he doesn’t deserve it! Mark is such a sweetheart, so of course, you would only want the best for him but as if half the world wasn’t enough, now you have another huge gap between you.

“Gosh, I really can’t believe this. How am I supposed to just ring the bell and say hello after so much time?” you sighed with your head in your hands. “Argh, I need to buy some clothes and change.”

Taeyong approves the idea based on how enthusiastically he hollers, you wonder why nobody on the street seems to pay no attention to him. Maybe only you see him, just more reason for you to be crazy.

“Good idea because we’re having dinner with Mark!”

“What?” you look up in shock, not following through. Taeyong grins down at you, flashing a giddy smile and with a twirl he’s changed from his baggy, casual clothes to something more chic but still laidback.

“Your wish was him meeting me, so I arranged everything. I can't meet him without you and the teapot there, you know,” he explains as if it was supposed to be obvious. You aren't ready yet though.

“You just want to eat all the fancy delicious food he has,” you squint at him suspiciously and the dragon stays silent, so you must be right. He laughs nervously.

“Maybe, but can you blame me? I haven’t had a feast since a literal decade!” he hollers and somehow you really cannot find it in yourself to be angry at him. You are in Seoul for god's sake after all and magic is real, you can put up with the inconvenience of buying clothes and making yourself look decent before dumping all this surprise on Mark.

An hour later you stand in front of the gates of the Lee mansion and nervously you wipe your sweating hands into your dress. You can totally do this, you just say hi to an old friend, it's not like you're afraid he wouldn't remember you, hah, of course not–

"Y/N!" 

You whip your head at the call of your name to the source of that all too familiar voice. Sure it's deeper than you remember but there's no mistake in whose it is. Plus, who else would call your name in South Korea of all places.

"Mark, hey!" you wave the boy who just got out of one of the fanciest cars you've ever seen in your life. And yet, despite the Prada suit and expensive shoes, styled hair and Swiss watch on wrist, Mark Lee still has that goofy little smile and the doe eyes that used to make you weak in the knees. Hah, who are you kidding? They still do.

"Oh my god, dude, you… you got pretty," Mark jogs up to you and having no filter like always he blabbers immediately only to stutter as his ears turn red. It was so him talking before thinking, so you didn’t really mean to dwell on his words. Although you felt your cheeks dusted with pink soon enough. "I mean, it's really good to see you! I was so surprised to see your name in my calendar for today's dinner! You should have told me you were coming to Korea, I would have picked you up at the airport."

His calendar? Ah, of course, he must have been busy and all that. You wouldn’t have been surprised to see an assistant run after him at this point, so you wonder how your wish dragon magically put you onto his list of important people to meet. Gosh, it was so weird.

"Ah, I have a funny story about that…" you chuckled to yourself but before you could have get out anything, even a please, can we go to a more private place? Mark’s eyes zero on the guy next to you and his eyes grow comically wide.

"And uhm, who is your friend?" he points at Taeyong who waves him in exchange with a kilowatt smile. He looks back at you with his mouth agapé. "Oh my god, you came to invite me to your wedding?"

He says oh my god way too many times for an eloquent rich kid, he really is the Mark Lee you knew.

"No, never! I mean, of course, I would invite you but Taeyong and I– I literally met him on my way here," you explain hastily cursing yourself for the silly lie. You came to tell him the news not to try to make it believable. 

“I heard there’s food,” the wish dragon pipes in very helpful and you shoot him a disapproving glance he doesn’t notice. Luckily, Mark doesn’t seem to mind.

“Oh, yeah, of course, dinner! Come on in, let’s get you two settled,” he grins albeit a bit awkwardly as he leads you through the gate after opening it with his card.

On the way through the very, very, very big garden, he’s chattering about how he misses the Vancouver weather, especially on humid, hot days like this and talks about how he thinks the fountain in their yard is a bit too much but his mom loved it and then before you know it, you sit by a huge dining table with fine food in front of you. Suddenly you can’t decide whether you're grateful for Taeyong’s shameless presence – he digs into the jjigae right away – because at least the situation isn’t awkward because of your silence or you’re annoyed by it because you must seem like a weirdo because of him. That’s why you decide to rip off the bandage and tell Mark as soon as the last maid has disappeared too.

“Okay, so actually I came here because I have a surprise,” you speak up, probably too serious because the boy almost chokes on his food due to how fast he turns his head towards you.

“More surprise?” he coughs out and you offer him a glass of water which he takes with a smile.

“You literally won’t believe this one!” you assure him and wait until he gulps down the drink. Only then you point to Taeyong and tell him that your childhood wish has come true. 

Mark almost falls off his chair this time.

Not after you tell him that though. He laughs at that with that wheezing laugh of his as if you told the joke of the century then pats you on the shoulder murmuring That was a good one, bro and turning back to his food. But then you look at the magic dragon pointedly and Taeyong puts down his chopsticks with an exaggerated sign. Then he flexes his magic: turning into his dragon form among additional sparkles and Mark suddenly looks like he’s about to faint. He reaches out to tap on your shoulder while not taking his eyes off the wish dragon.

“Am I dreaming?” he whispers and honestly, you totally get his reaction while Taeyong mumbles something about ‘people these days not believing in dragons’ as he shows off all the things he could do: gift riches, make one stronger than they are, giving skills of whatever one wants. He starts rambling about how this one Chinese emperor became wealthy thanks to this, how that one actor in martial arts and all this before changing back to his human form and he continues eating his pasta like nothing ever happened.

“I can do this all day,” he shrugs as if he didn’t just perform the coolest magic tricks.

“This… this is the best thing ever!” Mark exclaims with those sparkles in his eyes you missed so much. He was always so excited about new things and it automatically makes you smile how he bombards Taeyong with million questions like: ‘So you are the wish dragon that grants wishes?’ or asking him about his scales, his unique color, how it feels to live in such a small teapot, how old he is and the dragon glows under all the attention. Can’t blame him but Mark has always been so curious about the world, it’s endearing.

“So your first wish was to meet me?” he turns to you after long minutes of interrogating Taeyong and suddenly, under the spotlight you don’t know what to do with yourself. You can feel yourself blushing because you didn’t necessarily mean to wish for that but it’s not like you’re regretting it, it’s just… you don’t want him to misunderstand.

“I thought you should meet him, too, after all the package was delivered for the two of us,” you look down, trying to sound nonchalant while picking your food, avoiding Mark’s gaze. No matter how open armed he welcomed you, you still aren’t convinced that it’s okay to be here because the more time you spend with him, the more you would like to stay a part of his life. “It’s just… I wasn’t really sure we could ever meet again. We didn’t keep contact after you left.”

With dropped shoulders, you try not to sound too downhearted because of what happened because you know all too well, it wasn’t his fault, it was a family decision and look at him, it did good for him! He seems happy, they live in a practically mansion but most importantly, he didn’t seem to change with the wealth. He might wear expensive clothes but under it all he’s still the boy with the most loveable smile.

“I… I was thinking about you a lot, I just thought you forgot about me,” Mark admits with a sheepish smile, tucking his hair behind his ear shyly. He really still is the same and it’s playing silly little games with your heart. If this was a cheesy Disney movie, a slow bgm would start to play as you look into each other but your moment is broken when Taeyong accidentally kicks into his chair as he stands up. At first he looks alarmed but then giggles.

“I will just… go. Don’t mind me,” he disappears like smoke with a wink, leaving you two alone at which Mark lets out a woah. You chuckle at his cute reaction, heart doing somersaults in your chest.

You thought it would be awkward, just the two of you alone after long years but Mark has this thing that he makes people feel comfortable around him, so it’s actually quite nice. You catch up on everything and anything that comes to your mind: old neighbours, studies, friends, what are you doing now and what would you like to do, too.

After finishing the delicious dinner, Mark offers a home tour which you would never refuse and you jaw drops at the huge crystal chandelier in their living room as well as their swimming pool but your favourite place in the whole mansion is Mark’s room because it’s just so him. You can’t describe it well but the moment you step inside, it feels like home. It’s cozy to the point it makes you want to cuddle a pillow. It has colours of pastels, a synthesizer here, a guitar there, posters of singers framed on his wall and vinyl records hanging down. His window has a view of sunset and Namsan above their green garden and although you haven’t been in Seoul before, you’re pretty sure it’s your favourite place in the whole damn city, too.

“Wait, there’s someone I would like you to meet,” Mark suddenly exclaims while you’re looking through his pictures and he pulls you out of his room, out of the house, into the garden: You giggle all the way as he’s being so secretive about it but then your steps halt unexpectedly and the hand you have in Mark’s yanks him back.

“Mark… why is there a tiger in your garden in the middle of Seoul?” you ask as quietly and as immobile as you can. You don’t want to attract the sleeping animal’s attention to yourself. But to your biggest surprise, the boy just laughs, his thumb caressing your skin soothingly.

“She’s Jasmine and she won’t hurt you,” he reassures you but needless to say, you’re not too calm and you’re pulled close to the wild animal that lifts its huge head towards you lazily. “She was abandoned by her mother as a cub and she was outcast in the zoo because she’s a bit sick, so she has always been weaker than her siblings. Dad made a donation and we have raised her since she was young.”

You hiss when Mark reaches out without fear but the tiger basically purrs as he strokes down his fur at the neck. You watch in awe as this big wild animal becomes a soft cat under the hands of Mark Lee. When the boy encourages you to pat her too, you hesitate but he promises you that it’s gonna be alright and you take a leap of faith. 

“What’s her sickness?” you wonder aloud as your fingers get lost in the soft fur of the tiger. You hope she’s not in a lot of pain.

“It’s an immune system thing, not sure what exactly but she wouldn’t have survived this long in the wild,” the boy tells you and his mouth curls up in a smile when Jasmine licks your hand. It seems like you’re tiger-approved. You look into its warm brown eyes and your heart churns at the thought of her condition.

Mark tells you stories of Jasmine, about that one time she crashed his birthday cake or how much she likes to swim with him in their pool during summer and gosh, you could listen to him go on and on forever. You’re only reminded of the reality, that all this is just a possible one-time thing, a weekend getaway with magic when Taeyong shows up in swimwear, ready to crash in said pool.

“I guess he might have been bored in that teapot,” Mark laughs, not minding at all. He even offers you to join but you have a better idea.

“Taeyong, I have my second wish!” you call out for the wish dragon who’s suddenly much more excited about that than the water. He’s beside you in a moment, beaming and curious. You glance at Mark with a soft smile before looking at your personal genie confidently.

“I wish Jasmine would be healthy,” you whisper, playing with the tiger’s furry ears which she seems to enjoy. You were a little bit afraid the dragon would say it’s not possible, that he can’t cure sickness but to your relief, he just grins.

“Your wish, my command,” he nods and puts a hand over the animal. Nothing but a smoke of purple signals the magic being done but you believe in it and so does Mark by the looks of it. He reaches out for your hand and squeezes it gently. 

“Thank you,” he smiles and you smile back. He used to be your best friend after all, it’s the least you can do for him.

Mark convinces you to stay the weekend and there’s no way you could tell no to him, not when he clears his schedule just for you. He never complains about how busy he must be working for his father’s business while being a music major at a local university. All he ever talks about is the places he wishes to show you and he takes you around Seoul as if he was your certificated tour guide. It’s lovely how enthusiastic he is about it while what really matters to you is the time you spend together. He makes sure you two take a million photos to remember by, Taeyong posing on half of them since he joins you on your little trips and sometimes it’s just the two of you watching the wish dragon being genuinely in awe by modern technology, 10 years is a long time after all.

On the last day before you have to go back to Vancouver (thanks to Taeyong’s kind offer to take you the same way you came back since he misunderstood you, you don’t have to sit through a 10+ hours flight and you have more time), Mark not only tries to make you breakfast despite having an in-house chef (his eggs are ugly as heck but you appreciate his efforts and can’t help but coo at his dreamy smile under that grey hoodie when you tell him it tastes yummy) but he also introduces you to his friends in Korea. Of course, they tease you (mostly Mark) about where he has been hiding you but it’s all chill and fun you’re not quite ready to say goodbye. But you should go because the more you stay, the more you don’t want to leave. You’re lucky enough for this chance to reunite with Mark but all good things end eventually.

“Let’s not disappear from each other’s life again, okay?” the boy grins at you as you’re ready to go, Taeyong already working on his magic.

“Yeah, let’s not,” you agree easily, looking forward to your video chatting and constant texting even if it’s from the two opposite ends of the Earth with a terrible time zone difference.

You glance at the wish dragon who’s drumming with his fingers while pursing his lips as if he was waiting for something and you let out a huff before working up the courage to actually do something about these feelings inside of you. You might have regretted not confessing in middle school, you have spent years wondering about the what ifs, so you don’t want to make the same mistake twice but still, you want to give Mark a chance to ignore it all if he wants to. So you step forward and wrap your hands around him as you hug him close. It’s obvious that your action takes him aback, he suddenly doesn’t know what to do with his hands and his body tenses under you but it all melts as you say those words that have been threatening to fall from your lips all this time:

“I have missed you.” you confess, honest and based on the hitch in his breathing, Mark must be surprised. You can’t blame him though, you just wanted him to know. You step back with a weary smile, his big Bambi eyes on you but before he could say anything you nod at Taeyong and you feel yourself falling, purple fog pulling you in. A few moments later you’re back in Vancouver, in your apartment, without him.

The first few days pass in a blurr, you can still barely believe what just happened. Your weekend with Mark feels like a too good dream but Mark kept his side of promise and texted you almost immediately as you left. He sends you selfies, songs that remind him of you and you talk about your days like you never did before. Still, it feels like you’re dancing around certain topics which are basically the elephant in the room and maybe that’s why Taeyong tries to cheer you up in his own way. Though, he soon realizes that you not being happy isn’t the problem, you are happy, you just… miss Mark more than you ever did.

“Enough of moping, you still have a wish left!” Taeyong exclaims, throwing himself onto your bed. “Come on, close your eyes, imagine what you want the most in the world and make a wish!" he singsongs. However, before you could even just indulge him, your phone pings with a new notification.

fullsun00 tagged you in their post!

You click on it right away, wondering what Mark’s friend Donghyuck is doing online at 1AM. The uploaded post turns out to be a photo of you and Mark when you all hang out near Han river. You were too busy at the time laughing at how the boy almost lost his whole scoop of ice cream before he could have had a single bite to notice his smile while looking at you. Based on his caption Donghyuck apparently wasn’t.

fullsun00: just old friends, they say. friends my ass @buttercupyn @onyourm__ark

You click your tongue wondering what Mark thinks of the callout but you press like on the post anyways. You put your phone aside before you could see how his other friends join the teasing in the comment section.

“Actually, I do have my third wish,” you speak up as you turn to Taeyong before he could make a remark on your tinted cheeks.

You’ve been thinking a lot about it during the past days. You could wish for anything but you’re at a point of your life where no riches or fame would make you happier because you’re happy enough just the way it is. It might not be perfect but you don’t want to be selfish and you want to make decisions you won’t regret: like catching up with Mark, curing his tiger and bringing happiness into the life of somebody who only ever served other people in his life.

“Ooh, what is it?” Taeyong claps, giddy as if he was waiting for this to happen. He probably did.

“I wish you would go on a vacation and enjoy life,” you tell him but unlike his usual reaction, this time the dragon’s smile fades and he blinks at you, confused.

“You could ask for anything in the world and that’s what you want? Are you sure?” he furrows his brows, not quite believing your words but you just smile, knowingly.

“Yes, Taeyong, I’m sure.”

“Your wish, my command,” he bows with his hands put together and with a twirl suddenly he’s in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, looking as ready for a holiday as one can be. You chuckle and tell him to just go, you’ll be fine.

You’re fine, you really are. Life goes on, you study and work, you laugh with your friends, you video call with Mark regularly and his friends are regulars on your social media, too. It’s just sometimes the feeling of missing something hits you harder than other days. Especially when you’re looking through the pictures you have from your Seoul weekend.

“I wish you were here,” you whisper ahead of you at one particularly good photo of Mark and the sunset, smiling at you behind the camera. You miss his smile, the cute wrinkles around his eyes when he crunches his nose, the sound of his laughter, his hand on your wrist… you miss him.

Ding-dong.

You stand up startled at the sound of your flat’s bell, running to the door to open it even though you have no idea who it could be so early on a Saturday morning. Not having a better idea, you expect it to be either a neighbour of your landlord but on the other side of your doorstep stands a boy who you thought was a continent away. He’s dressed semi-casually this time, his shirt tucked in his jeans, hair lightly falling onto his forehead and a nervous smile on his thin lips.

“Mark! But I⎼ I don’t even have more wishes,” you blink, taken aback, looking around to look for Taeyong in case he came back. But your behaviour just manages to confuse Mark instead.

“What?”

“I just wished you were here,” you blurt out without thinking, your words only processing later in your brain and it’s then when heat creeps onto your cheeks. Mark tries to but can’t really hide his growing smile at that.

“Really? I’m glad then. I just took my new private plane on a test drive,” he says bashfully, a silly excuse for real.

“All the way to Vancouver?” you tease, watching Mark fumble with the hem of his shirt. Your heart beats overtime just because of the fact that he’s there. 

“Well, what can I say? I did miss the weather here,” he plays along with a shrug but he’s more serious when he looks deep into your eye and adds: “And you left without letting me answer.”

Oh yes, you did. You were kind of afraid of his reaction but seeing how he was ready to travel across the world just to see you, maybe there’s no reason for you to be so afraid. It feels like deja vu but a reversed one in a way as Mark gently pulls you into a hug, his lips grazing your hair with a whisper that makes your heart skip a beat: “I have missed you too.”

You really wouldn’t wish for anything more.

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x reader #mark lee x reader #mark lee x you #stories

[miserablesecrets]

Since I actually remembered to post art this time, I might as well post other art I haven’t yet. Multiple months back I was in a really big Hollow Knight mood and made several ocs. I posted them elsewhere with their lore, but never here. Huh, how bout that. Anyways if anyone is actually interested in their lore, I’ll leave it under a read more

From left to right, top to bottom;

Bud- As a young grub, they'd been injured and a peculiar plant had been used to help them survive. Unfortuantely said plant happened to be rather parasitic and attatched itself a little too much to them. By the time they reached their final molt, the plant was pretty much a part of them. Its not painful, sure, as long as no one tries to remove the plant. But it can be uncomfortable at times, and does require Bud to leech soul and nutrients from other bugs so it doesnt start draining them instead. Naturally, they try to hide the plant and keep their distance from other bugs when they don't need anything. Its made them rather nervous and anxiety riddled over the years, even fearful of other bugs if someone were to find out about their plant.

Darter- A courier from outside of Hallownest. She came to the kingdom to deliver a package... though the recipient's name and location given to her was badly mistranslated, leaving her to have to figure out who in the world the package is actually meant for. To make matters worse, shortly after entering the kingdom, she was mugged for that very package, making her mission to not only recover it from whoever stole it, but to figure out where the heck its suppose to go. All while trying to be on her best business behaviour. After all, even in a fallen kingdom, she's representing her guild. But as someone who prefers open skies and zooming around, the tight caverns of Hallownest are stressing.

Fools Gold- He goes by many names, often using the ones others give to him, with Fools' Gold being his current one... after the Fools from the Colosseum captured him and strung him up in a cage like a trophy. He also originates from outside of Hallownest and came to the Kingdom hoping for free loot. As he kinda thought there wouldn't be anyone left in a fallen kingdom. Boy was he wrong. As a jewel beetle, his shell is far more shinier than the average cave bug of Hallownest, and apparently quite captivating for glory-seeking bugs. He'd be more annoyed with his situation if he wasn't well fed and didn't have the chance to be a nuisance to literally anyone that looks at him for more than a minute.

And the bottom row, who exist in a time before Hallownest’s fall; Marro- A spider from Deepnest, he was originally a spy for the Nest, however the stress of the job caused him to skitter away in shame and hide out within the City of Tears. He often pretends to be an average bug of Hallownest, knowing that spiders aren't well recieved and ended up resorting to thievery as he wasn't exactly a legal citizen.

Oscar- Marro’s partner in crime. Has and always will be some of the riff-raff of CoT. A run-of-the-mill common bug, he's known thieving from his grubhood. Doesn't mean he was ever good at it, mostly relying on partnering with other thieves, but it got him through life. He latched onto teaming up with Marro because the other has a whole arsenal of skills useful for thieving, like stealth and silk.

Star- Child of PK and WL not thrown into the abyss after being accidently stolen as an egg. Is kept sheltered and hidden.

#hollow knight #ocs #my art #the only reason i can dish out lore for these guys is cause i already have it written down for copy pasting #all of my ocs have plenty of lore #i just dont feel like explaining unless specifically asked #im really just showing off art #and i dont think anyone cares

[dekus-afro-pic]

Smile For The Camera

Dabi x Fem!Reader x Hawks

⚠️ warning ⚠️: This fic includes the use of Dabi and Hawks real name which are spoilers to the manga. This fic also includes non-con sex with Endeavor, murder, crying, SWEET SWEET REVENGE, and Villan Hawks

Summary: After months of being held captive by the number one “hero” you finally snap. When you reunite with your childhood friends, whom you thought were dead, your opportunity for revenge is brought to you ona silver plater. Art by @brttpaige

Burns and bruises littered your body and the man on top of you was to blame. You scratch at the hand that was around your throat as you felt yourself losing oxygen. The “hero” slaps your hands away and strikes your face as he continued to thrust into you.

“Just take it,” He grunts above you “Give me what I want”

Tears were no longer streaming down your face but that didn’t stop you from wailing in pain as his hips met yours. You refused to look into his eyes when he hurt you this way. Knowing that if you did, he’d only go harder. You didn’t want this at all. How could he not see that? You didn’t expect your close friend’s father to be such a…monster.

How could you not know y/n? He killed his own son for Christ's sake. And soon, he’d kill you too.

After Endeavor finishes his load inside of your womb, he zips up his pants and leaves. You laid there, in the bed of an apartment that he kept you captive in, and shuddered. You knew two things for certain.

You are not going to bear his child and you were going to kill Enji Todoroki.

You crawl towards the nightstand and pull out a plan-b from beneath it. After swallowing the pill dry, you make your way to the bathroom to tend to your injuries and cleanse yourself of that monster.

Unbeknownst to you, someone watched the whole ordeal take place. Dabi’s blood was boiling. How the fuck could the number one “hero” be capable of such actions. But then again, heroes weren’t all that they seemed. His chest tightened as he watched you use your water quirk to heal your bruises. You shouldn’t be going through this. You should be out there getting rid of villains like his “father”. He knew he had to get you out of there. He pulls out his phone to inform the others of his plan. But for it to succeed, you were going to have to make the first move.

And that you did. Once your body was back to an ok state, you start packing everything you could. Your toothbrush, clean clothes, the little food you had in the beat down apartment, 2000¥ ($20 USD) you stole from your abuser, and your only second pair of shoes. You were on a mission to get out of there as fast as you could.

It was a Friday night, meaning that Endeavor was out playing pretend with his family. The looks on their faces once you reveal his secrets were ones that you want to cherish forever. You couldn’t wait until the world finally knew who it was idolizing.

You wasted no time opening the bedroom window and sprinting down the fire escape stairs. You held the duffel bag close to your body as you ran down the dark alleyway. You were free. You were finally free.

After running for what felt like 20 minutes you finally stop to give your aching lungs and legs a break. You didn’t know where your legs had taken you but from the looks of it, you were farther away from the apartment than you had imagined. You weren’t complaining though. The farther away you were from that wretched man the better.

You sat in a quiet alleyway for some time. You reach into your bag for a water bottle as you pressed your back against the brick wall. When you looked back up from your bag three men were standing on the opposite side of the alleyway. As the men inch closer to you, you realize that there weren’t three men. It was one man with gigantic wings.

“Hey kid. I know this might sound crazy but” He said grabbing you and your bag with both his hands “You’re a package I need to deliver.”

“What the fuck let me go” you struggle against the stranger's hold. Your actions are stopped as he rose in the air. You cling to his chest for dear life hoping he wouldn’t drop you.

“Where the fuck are you taking me bird brain?” You yell against the roaring winds. He didn’t answer you, he only smiled as you continue to spew curses at him. “I swear when you land I’m going to DROWN you”

Finally, he lands in front of a relatively big house in the woods. Once his feet touch the ground you use the water in his body to make him punch himself. Before you could swing at him with your fist, his feathers lifted you off the ground and carried you into the house.

“Hawks is back” you heard a girl squeal “And he brought her too.”

Hawks’ feather dropped you on your bum as the man walks off. The girl from before comes into your line of eyesight and smiles. She had blonde hair which was tied into pigtails and her canines were long.

“Hi I’m Toga” She introduced, holding out her hand to help you up. “The birdie who flew you in is Hawks, he’s Dabi’s boyfriend. Welcome to the new and improved League of Villains super-secret hideout. Don’t tell anyone though. Or I’ll have to kill you”

“Y/n” you reply as you take her hand. “Why am I here? I’m no villain.” At least not yet you weren’t.

“Dabi has told us all about you. Which is why you’re here. He should be around here somewhere” She wonders off. You hear her yell “DABI” Before she returns with Hawks and another man, who you assumed was Dabi. You flick your middle finger at the birdman as he walked closer to you.

“Aww don’t be like that kid. I was only trying to help” He said with a smile. With the proper lighting in the house, you got a proper look at the man. His wings were a bright crimson color and his blonde hair was done messily. He had a long scratch from above his right eyebrow down to the middle of his cheek. Overall the man looked familiar.

Damn this man is gorgeous. If he didn’t have a boyfriend I’d want a piece of that.

You flinched when you feel his hand touch your shoulder. On the defense, you twist his arm behind his back and push him away from you. When you realize what you’ve done you quickly apologize “Oh shit. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean-”

“No it’s fine” He reassured with a smile “it’s obvious that you're on edge. I shouldn’t have done that”

“Yea...on edge” you turn to the other man. His eyes were bright blue and the majority of his skin was covered in burn scars. Staples pierced his skin in various places. “You must be Dabi”

“Correct. But you can call me Touya”

“Tou-?”

“Follow me” He interrupts. You follow the couple down the hallway. You passed multiple rooms. In one room, a man with visible dry skin sat in front of a medium-sized tv with a game controller in hand. Maybe he’d let you relieve him one day.

“I’ve been watching you Y/n” Touya begins “I’ve seen the things that man has done to you”

You stopped in front of a brown door. Hawks stepped in front of you with a softer look.

“You’re going to get your revenge little birdie. But for now,” Hawks opened the door to the room. It was gorgeous, to say the least. A queen-sized bed was centered in the room with the smell of vanilla faint in the air. “You’re going to relax”

You dropped your duffel bag as you slowly walked through the threshold. You make your way to the bed with tears blurring your vision. Hawks place your bag on a vacant chair while Touya makes his way towards you.

“So you’ve been in hiding this whole time?” You question the man standing in front of you.

“Yeah pretty much” he nods, rubbing the back of his neck “I was supposed to come back for you but you went off the grid. Now I know why”

“Where’s Keigo?” You ask.

“What did that monster do to you?” The blonde reaches out to caress your face but you flinch away. “I’m Keigo, Y/n”

“Some friend reunion we have here” You joke.

When you realize that you were indeed not captivated in some beat down apartment panic sunk in. What if he finds you? What if he’s already sent out people to look for you? What if these were the people he sent out?

“Hey” A single feather lifts your head to look at both of them “Don’t worry your pretty little head. He won’t find you here. And if somehow he does...we’ll just kill him”

Dabi nods his head in agreement. You wrap your arms around both of their bodies with tears running down your face. Keigo leaned into your touch while Dabi just pats your head stiffly.

They tell you to adjust to your new room and get cleaned up as they leave your room. Once Keigo closes your door, he buries his face into his hands.

“Did you see her arms and legs Touya?” He sobs, “She looks like she hasn’t eaten in days”

Dabi places his hand on his lover’s back, guiding him to their shared room. “Don’t cry Keigo. We’ve successfully finished phase one of the plan. We need to get ready for phase two”

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“Ok you two. What’s going on?” You ask your two best friends.

“It’s a surprise y/n, we can’t tell you” The blonde laughs as Touya guided you through the wooded area. The white blindfold did its job at hiding the world from your view. You felt the boy to your right stop walking as the other untied the white cloth.

The view before you was breathtaking. “Happy Birthday Y/N” frosted onto a small cake with balloons tied to tree branches.

“Guys you shouldn’t have” You giggle.

“You’re our best friend Y/N. You’re going to have to get used to celebrating your birthday” Touya scolded.

Little did the three of you know, that was going to be the last time you would be together.

The scene started to change. The woods were engulfed in bright flames, screams were heard in the distance.

“KEIGO!” you scream. “TOUYA!WHERE ARE YOU?”

The smoke covered everything around you. You choked on the thick smoke as you tried to avoid the flames. You scream louder for your friends. But you never found them. You trip and fall over a fallen tree branch. You look up and see your abuser standing over you.

You try to crawl away from him but he catches you by your hair.

“No. Please” you cry. “TOUYA! KEIGO PLEASE HELP”

“Y/n. You can’t escape me” He growls in your ear.

Just seconds before he could throw you against the burning tree, your eyes shoot open as you send icicles flying everywhere. You scream as you feel hands grabbing your own. Your eyesight still blurry from waking up, you swing at the person in front of you. “LET GO. LET GO! GET OFF ME. KEIGO, TOUYA HELP ME”

“Y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Keigo” The blonde whispers. Your eyes frantically search for his. Your body shakes while you sob as you held Keigo’s face in your hands.

“Keigo, where were you? Keigo don’t let him get me please don’t let him get me” You choke out, “I don’t want to go back please don’t send me back. Don’t leave me again, please.”

“He won’t find you baby bird” He cooed. He places your head on his chest as he rubs your hair soothingly. “I’m here now. I’m not leaving again” He stays true to his word and drifts back to sleep with you in his arms.

Touya woke up to an empty bed. Confused, he brushed his teeth and went to check up on you. When he opens your room door he finds you asleep on top of his boyfriend’s chest. His boyfriend, on the other hand, was wide awake. He looks over at the door when he heard the floorboards creak.

“Shh. She had a rough night” He whispers.

“What happened?”

“Night Terror about him. She was screaming our names so I came in to check on her. She almost cut me with an icicle.” Keigo explains.

Touya slides underneath your cover on the other side of you. You stir at the sudden movement which causes Keigo to stop breathing.

“Goodmorning Keigo” you groan, rubbing the sleep from your eyes “and Touya”

“Goodmorning little one” the latter replied, “how are you feeling?”

“Tense” You yawn. You wiggle out of Keigo’s hold and walk towards your duffel bag. “Where’s the bathroom? I’m going to uh..take a shower”

“Across the hall”

You say a quiet thank you and exit your room. The couple let out breaths that they didn’t know they were holding when they hear the shower starts.

“We have to do something. And quick” Keigo whispers “Did Toga and Shigaraki already leave?”

“Yea. They should be back later tonight with our special guest. But for now, we need to calm down y/n”

The water dripped off of your skin as you stepped out of the steamy shower. After drying off, putting on clean clothes, and brushing your teeth, you walk back across the hall to your bedroom. Before you could sit back down on your bed, Keigo’s there with his hand stretched out for you to take.

“Hey, there birdie. Come with me” he says.

You take his hand and followed behind the blonde. He brings you to the kitchen, where a tall shadow man was making lunch.

“Hello young y/n” He spoke “I’m Kurogiri”

“Nice to meet you” You smile faintly. “Keigo I’m not hu-“

“Yes you are y/n” Touya scolds from behind you. “You haven’t eaten since I don’t know when. At least eat the seaweed out of it”

He pulls the chair out for you to sit and sits directly across from you. Keigo takes the seat on side of you as Kurogiri places your bowls in front of you.

“Shoyu Ramen?” You inhale the steam coming from the bowl. It smelled delicious. How long has it been since you had this?

“You always ate this after training and I suspect that you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in-“ Touya was cut off by your loud slurping “years”

“Stalker” You laugh before stuffing your face with more ramen. “So how long have you been watching me?”

“Well, we’ve been looking for you since we turned 20” Keigo answers. “Touya here found you just last week”

Your response was a loud hum as you drank the broth of your meal. You couldn’t help the satisfied sigh that escaped through your lips. The food was just that good.

“I’m kind of grateful that you abducted me when you did. I’d probably still be sitting in that alleyway.”

“Y/n if you don’t mind me asking” Touya begins “How long has he been..”

“6 months” You sigh, “I was dropping Shoto off at home one night and that’s when he took me to the apartment. I had no contact with the outside world. No tv, no phone, not even a god damn newspaper” You felt your quirk activate, causing the water in the glasses before you to boil. “I swear, the next time I see him I’m going to boil the skin off of him”

“Whoa there princess” Keigo uses one of his feathers to rub at your thigh to calm you down. You relax at his touch and bring the raging water to a stop. You grab Keigo’s hand in an attempt to regulate your breathing.

“So what’s the plan?” You ask, “I know you two are up to something”

“It’s a surprise” Touya smirks “you’ll find out after dinner.”

You spent your day sandwiched between the two men in your new bed watching movies, catching up, and enjoying each other’s company. It was strange how you didn’t feel like a complete third wheel. Instead, you felt like you were apart of the relationship and you were happy. You can’t even remember the last time you had a good time like this.

At last, it was dinner time. The two left your room minutes prior to “prepare your surprise” in Keigo’s words. You decided to change your clothes while you waited for the ok to come down. Just as you finished up, one of Keigo’s feathers tapped your shoulder.

You were greeted with blue and yellow eyes when you entered the dining room. Feathers pulled out your chair while the others sat down in their seats.

Fish, rice bowls, and other foods were placed on the table. You ate in silence, mainly because you didn’t want to choke, while the others talked amongst themselves.

“Y/n-Chan” Toga whined “Why are you so quiet over there?”

“The food is so good,” you say after swallowing a mouth full of rice, “I want to eat as much as possible”

Kurogiri nods in your direction at the compliment. Dinner goes on with Dabi and Shigaraki arguing over who’s the strongest and You and Keigo exchanging flirty glances and middle fingers.

“Hey Y/n, Trynna steal my boyfriend?” Touya teases.

“You’re going to have to share Mr. Blueflame” you tease back. Everybody laughs as you two keep going back and forth.

“Alright Alright. Dinners over. Time for your surprise Y/n” Touya announced.

Everybody looked at you with sinister smirks as Keigo helped you out of your seat. You were led to the basement where two seats were on opposite sides of the room with a camera in the middle.

You sat in the chair closest to the door and watched Touya and Shigi bring in someone in handcuffs with a trash bag over their head.

“Guys what’s going…” you stopped talking when Shigaraki dusts the bag off the person’s head. But it wasn’t a person, no.

It was him. The monster that kept you captive for months. The monster that stripped you of your innocence and ruined your life plans. You felt your blood begin to boil as you stood out of your chair.

“Y/n?” The older man groaned. Touya punched him in his jaw before he could speak again.

“Don’t you dare say her fucking name” He spat. He then turned to you with soft(ish) eyes. “Don’t worry. The cuffs are quirk canceling”

“Do your worst baby bird” Keigo whispered into your ear.

You motioned for everyone to move out of the way as you walked towards your new captive. “Remember this face in your next life” You whisper.

You boiled the water in his body and smiled at the bubbles visibly forming on the surface of his skin. As the man before you screams in pain, you walk towards the camera that was recording the whole thing.

“Smile for the camera Enji. Why don’t you tell little Shoto where’d you take me all those months ago. Why I could no longer pick him up from school on Fridays” You toy with the corpse. You watched as blood began to seep through his skin “You’ve always told me to give you what you want. This time it is you who will give me what I want”

“Hey Dabi” Keigo whispered “Is it just me or is Y/N kinda hot when she’s committing murder”

The ravenette nodded at his boyfriend’s statement. You were indeed hot as hell murdering his father. Your abuser. He froze, just as he was about to add a comment, when you spun the camera around to face him and Keigo.

“Say hi Dabi” You smile at the two. “Hi Hawks”

“You’ve officially lost it baby bird”

“I agree. Crazy looks good on you” Touya adds.

You turn the camera off and hand it to Kurogiri. You walk over to the couple with a pout on your face “He’s dead now. My fun’s over”

“Oh no no no” Touya teasingly pulled you into his chest by your waist “The fun is just beginning. Right, Keigo?”

Keigo pushes his groin against your ass and nibbles on your earlobe.“That’s right babe” he whispered “We’re going to help you reclaim what’s yours”

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A/n: So there’s smut to this fic😭 but I won’t post it unless this does good. Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR.

#dabihaks #hot wings #mha #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha x y/n #my hero academia #touya todoroki x reader #Hawks x reader #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks imagine #dabi x reader #mha bakugo x reader #hitoshi x reader #kirishima x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader smut

[acciocriativity]

You and Me II || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: After years at Hogwarts, your life would really begin and nothing could be better than to start this new phase with your official birthday party, but the next day does not turn out quite as expected.

Warnings: For those who haven't read the first part yet, Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this fic. The first wizard war was against another wizard but its consequences are still valid! Just pure fluff and an implied bit of smut.

Word Count: 3,0k

A/N: This is obviously the part two of You and Me, but it’s not necessarily related, so you can just read this one as a one shot but the first part gives you a lot of context for this, ok? ok then. (Happy really early Birthday Katie! I'd like to post this on your bday but I was too anxious for this. Hope you like it!)

Part I

04/27/1997

"You're really not well, how can a person be in this state when their birthday is so close? I've tried to understand and still can't", the brunette's bored voice made itself present in the room for the 4th time in the day and as I prepared my answer, she held up her hand and delivered her own hypothesis first. "You can't be sad that we're finishing seventh year, I swear for Merlin's sake, if that's the case, I'll...", the words slipped slowly from her mouth, as did the calmness remaining in her.  

"Even though anything you have to say sounds like a lot of fun, it's not the case. I really want to start my own life, have my own job and all that. I'm just thinking a lot lately, too many things have happened, we've all changed so much", I didn't bother to look at her, still focused on the ceiling painted like a blue summer sky and she didn't mind asking permission to lie next to me on the bed. 

"We had to grow up eventually, although some took too long, in fact, I can point out for sure that half the boys still act like kids", we both laughed until our bellies ached.

"Well, good for us then because Draco and Blaise are not on that list and don't even dare look at me like that, you know he's changed a lot", I heard her amused giggles and already imagined what was coming. 

"I wasn't even going to say anything this time, it's really impressive how you just stick up for him, I hope it's the same with me", I frowned and looked at her as if she was out of her mind, and there were chances she really was. "Since when do you need protection from someone?". 

"I never said I needed it, but it's nice to know I have it", she shrugged without looking me in the eye and I decided it would be better to change the subject, because nothing good ever comes out of a Pansy, who is unseasy in any sense. 

"So, about your...," she started. "Pansy, what do you…”, I said at the same time, but I just smiled and waited in silence for what she had to say. 

"I was going to ask about your parents, you're going to have to live with them in a month, so how are you feeling about that?", she just glanced at me. 

"That's been going through my mind, I have no idea what it's going to be like but it's going to be better than anything that's happened in the past, that's enough for now", I sighed. 

"You know you can come to my house, right? You can hide there", I agreed with a smile and we continued in a comfortable silence. 

04/29/1997

7:30 A.M.

 On the morning of my birthday, I woke up in the best possible way. The warmth emanating from Draco's body and the thick blanket kept me unfazed by the freezing wind coming in through the window. I didn't want to move and I didn't need to. 

I sighed satisfied with the position I was in, curled up under the blanket hugging the blond's bare torso, with no responsibility or obligation other than to enjoy my day. 

"Morning, love", his arms pressed me tighter against him, I could feel his calm breathing and somehow, I felt calmer too.

I left a few kisses on his bare skin and the goosebumps they caused on him made me break out into a little smile. "Good morning, love", I whispered leaning back against him.  

"Come here, let me give you a proper happy birthday", he gave my hair a quick pat and lifted my chin to look at him. 

 As soon as I crawled closer to him, his arms entwined around my waist and pulled me even closer. 

"Happy birthday my love", he left several little kisses on my face and neck before moving to my lips, but our moment was interrupted by a noise on the window.

 A gray owl incessantly beat its beak on the window pane, we looked at each other, neither of us wanted to get up, but it would be too cruel to leave the poor thing waiting there. 

"It's my birthday, I have the right to ask you to go", I gave a brief kiss on his lips before letting him go to the war field. 

 I stayed warm while he opened the window further so that the owl could get through, as well as the icy wind. 

He rushed back to my side in time to see me tear the seal off the letter I received. 

"It's from my parents, they are really working hard this year. I have to admit that", I told him as I scanned the paper. 

"At least they realized what a great daughter they have, she's a little mean but still great", I was too busy reading the letter to notice his cunning and more icy than usual hands pass around me.  

 I jumped out of bed as I felt the shock of our skin contact and he had the audacity to laugh, I had to control myself too much not to grab my wand. 

"Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are dead now", I climbed into bed with my pillow, ready to fight. 

20:00 P.M.

 A few hours later, I was getting ready for the party in the Slytherin common room, everyone was invited since after this stressful year, a party would be nice and I couldn't physically kick anyone out. 

I was barely concentrating in my makeup, Nala was running back and forth between my feet wanting attention and I couldn't give it to her or for the next few hours, no matter how much it broke my heart. 

"For Merlin's sake... Nala! Sit!", it saddened me to see that she obeyed but still wanted to come running to me, that deserved a good reward.

 I fed her one of her favorite cookies and petted her shiny fur before going back in front of the mirror. I checked several times to make sure I was ready. 

"See you later my love, mma will be back soon", I waved to her and went downstairs before I gave in. 

 There were already a lot of people when I arrived, the new song by The Weird Sisters was so loud that Pansy didn't hear me, even though I called out 2 times as she passed by on the other side of the room. 

As I made my way through, many friends stopped to congratulate me and also to chat a bit, by the time I realized what I was supposed to do, more than 10 minutes had passed. 

"Have you guys seen Pansy? I was looking for her", I said before turning my own glass of buttered beer over and leaving it in Tom's hand. "See you guys later", my eyes were glued on the blond guy standing in the corner and in less than a second, I was walking towards him. 

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that?!", I heard his indignant voice but ignored it along with all the other people, who tried to talk to me on my way to him. 

"You know, the delay is only elegant because it doesn't last more than 5 minutes", he was smiling even though he hated tardiness. 

"Maybe for most people, a queen is never late love, the others were too early. Especially when it's her birthday", I stopped in front of him. "You haven't given me my present yet, I'm waiting", I pointed to my own lips.  

 He chuckled and looked at me for a few seconds before he said  something, even with the lights flashing I could still see the twinkle in his eyes, which still reflected mine equally. 

"Are you asking this as a gift around too?", his smile widened as did mine, he took a step closer. 

"Does that mean you're not going to give it to me? I had high expectations for this one in particular", something in his gaze changed, I could clearly tell but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. 

"That particular one can wait, right now, I have my main gift", he took his hands off his back and in them was a green velvet median box with silver details. 

 I was almost breathless just admiring the package once it was in my hands. To top it off, a green silk bow and I had the impression that he had made it himself. 

When I opened it, my jaw dropped. A silver necklace with an emerald heart carefully displayed in the box. 

"Draco, you really didn't have to give me something expensive", he didn't answer me, instead took the necklace and helped me put it on. 

"It seemed like an appropriate gift, now that we will no longer be living by Slytherin rules, it’s a nice way to say goodbye", I didn't think twice before I kissed him. 

"I love you, I'll never get tired of saying that", I whispered between kisses. "You won't forget that, right?", I sighed as he brushed his lips across the skin of my neck. 

"I have no reason to forget love, I...", we were interrupted by a forced cough behind me. 

"Why don't you two just go into a room? No one has to see this scene", Blaise's unmistakable voice sounded and I felt my boyfriend giggle, not moving out of position. 

"You can go after your girlfriend instead of getting in our way, wouldn't that be a brilliant idea?", I didn't see what happened, but a nice answer wouldn't be."So where were we honey?", he raised his eyes to meet mine. 

"We better save that for the end of the party love, wasn't that your idea?", I pulled away from him and took his hand. "You have a whole party to enjoy." 

"I already regret that decision, thanks for reminding me", he mumbled that and a few other things I couldn't hear. 

07/01/1997

7:00 A.M.

"I still can't believe this is our last breakfast at Hogwarts", Astoria commented amidst the silence that had formed at our table. 

"I still can't believe it's really over, it seems like any minute now I'm going to wake up and be back in third year", Pansy added. 

"Well, I hope you'll make better decisions if you go back there tonight. No one forgot the hair Pan", my remark made everyone laugh for the first time in the day, a bit of pride grew inside me. 

"Just because Hogwarts is over doesn't mean we're going to split up. None of you have any right to be this down today", Theo said and I was forced to smile as was everyone else. 

"I was glad to be rid of you, at no point I was sad," Blaise muttered but we could all hear him and we all laughed once again. 

8:00 A.M. 

"What are you thinking?" he was with his eyes closed leaning against the train window, but I knew he wasn't asleep. 

"How familiar everything here is, the worn leather of the seat, the smell of candy in the hallway and of trees coming in through the window. Other things will be familiar 7 years from now, it's just weird to think about it," he continued in the same position but held out his hand to me. 

"That's true but I feel better knowing that we will continue to be each other's constant," I intertwined our fingers and we continued like that until we arrived.  

11:00 A.M. 

"It's time for the gifts, we prefer to give you personally. I believe you will like it", my mother said as soon as we sat down on the couch in our living room. 

 I smiled not knowing how to respond, since I usually got the same thing every year, money or more paint, and I was pretty sure they didn't choose in person. 

"Go ahead, open it. We decided to give two separate presents this year, the pink wrapping is mine and the purple one is your father's", the two boxes were right next to me on the couch, so why was I hesitating so much to pick them up? 

 A lot was going on in my head, they have changed a lot in the last year but why? I could be dreaming of the ideal day, but no dream was as vivid as this one.

I took a deep breath and opened the pink first, I expected to find anything but my stuffed bunny, he was washed and clean, different from how I remembered, but still the same. 

"I thought I lost or tore it a long time ago", I managed to say as I hugged him like one who finds an old friend, but he was beyond that. 

"He was really in a rough state, but I was able to fix him. It was in one of the boxes in the basement, remember how you got it?", I agreed again, a wave of memories washed over me. 

My parents had just arrived home from a business trip, it was the first time I had been alone at home without them. 

"Mommy, Daddy!", I ran down the stairs as fast as my little legs would allow and threw myself into my father's arms, not caring about his wet coat, which soon became even wetter. "You promi-promised that you would be back soon”. 

"Oh my love, something unexpected has happened. We were never going to leave you alone for so long," her hands wiped away my tears and took me in her lap. "So, for you never have to be alone again, we brought a little friend, he will always keep you company when we have to leave." 

That wasn't enough to calm me down but it made me curious enough to stop crying, I didn't have any friends before that. 

 I hurried to open the other package but there was only an empty picture frame with no photo inside. 

Before I could open my mouth to ask for an explanation, shapes began to appear from the black background. 

I recognized the picture, me still a baby in my mother's arms and my father behind her, hugging us both but as soon as I blinked, it was gone. 

Another picture formed in its place, I was older, about two or three years old, this one I had never seen. I was on my mother's lap holding a drawing that I had made and possibly looked terrible. 

More pictures appeared and disappeared but I didn't wait to see them all at that moment. 

"I loved these gifts...thank you Mom and Dad," I made a great effort to hold back the tears as I hugged them both. "They are the best presents I have ever gotten." 

23:00 P.M. 

"What are you two doing out there at this time of night?! Draco, have you been drinking now?", Narcisa gave us another stern look before opening the door and shoving us inside. 

 We walked in almost tripping over the living room rug, laughing at each other, to the point where tears formed in our eyes.  

"Shhhhhh, my dad must be working... uhhhhhh, he's not going to like this, u-um," his hand covered my mouth. 

I pushed his hand away from my face. “Me?Shut up? You're practically screaming you idiot!".

 "You two, I don't want another peep out of you. Come up quietly. Your father doesn't like to be interrupted," she whispered, but it was enough for us to agree without hesitation. 

"Yes, Captain, I mean, ma'am," he pulled me up the stairs before her patience ran out. 

07/02/1997

14:00 P.M. 

"What do you mean, you don't remember what happened?", the blond was clearly trying hard not to laugh and I sighed, still under the blanket. 

"I don't remember Draco, did your mother really not hate me? I can't believe we came here...", even though no one was watching me, I started to blush, or was it just the fever? There's no way to be sure now. 

"That could never happen, she made sure to request your favorite tea. Now get out of there before it gets cold", he tried to pull on my blanket but I used all the rest of my strength not to let him.  

"Noooo, out there that's too cold. Come here, it's too cold for you too", I took one of my hands from the comfortable warmth to pull him to me. "You didn't have to get up so early to get this", I whispered but soon after started coughing. 

"There must be a potion to help you, I'll just get it and then...", he was ready to get up from the bed but I didn't let go of his arm. 

"I just want you, please stay here? The elf will bring it anyway", before he could protest, I covered him with the blanket. "You're not well either, let's just lay down for now". 

 He opened his mouth to deny it again but all that came out was a sneeze, after this he just gave up and lied down too. We were both screwed but at least we were together, right? I tried to think positive.

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