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it’s too cold outside for angels to fly || katsuki bakugou.

* pairing: pro-hero!katsuki bakugou x angel quirk!reader (gender neutral!)

* genre: fluff, angst, actually sfw (wow, luna's can do that?!)

* words: 8.1k (it’s a big baby!)

* warnings: mentions of trauma, reader is insecure but it's not their entire personality, therapy (not a lot of scenes with it), slight intoxication, mentions of throwing up (not much), like one suggestive joke, (light) cussing because bakugou

* original request: All I’m saying is reader with a angel quirk and the reader even has wings AND ANGST (but happy at the end 🥺) WITH BAKUGOU sounds so good 😔 but of course if you don’t want to do that it’s fine no pressure 💕

* a/n: hi 'nonnie! i hope you like you like this! honestly, it turned out longer than i expected (twice the length lol) but i'm proud of this baby. i'd like to note that enko, the nickname bakugou calls reader means 'halo' in japanese and can double down as a name, and an important reminder not to take any advice from the therapy in this fic. i am not a professional therapist, and please seek advice for situations specific to yours. the name of the fic is inspired by a lyric from ed sheeran's 'a-team,' but i promise it's not that dark. thanks so much to @toishi and the amazing feedback from @dylanxmin for beta-reading this! hope you enjoy!

* synopsis: you were your parents' perfect angel. you listened, and you followed. you didn't become a pro-hero, you stayed inside per your parents' request. it was okay if you couldn't fly; or, at least it was, before katsuki bakugou came along...

your grandmother loved pastries. that’s why you were here, trekking through the cold city in the tokyo winter. you shivered everytime your feathers came in contact with the frigid air, as if they, too, cowered under the looming shadows of tall buildings and bright lights.

so many people roamed the sidewalks, yet any bodily warmth was gone. you regretted not buying a cover for your wings - surely, it'd be an investment despite the price. wing covers were rarely manufactured for your size in japan, mainly aimed for small children just developing a quirk. the extra cloth needed for adult wing covers as well as shipping costs jacked up the price, making you hesitant to buy them. your wings were folded against the outside of your coat (putting them inside gave you cramps), nuzzling against your back subconsciously for heat. your wings were a pale cream colour, slightly more vibrantly mustard-coloured at the tips, and were the most visible part of your quirk.

according to the doctor, your quirk was "angel," but it felt nothing more than a pet name. there was a time in your life that you adorned a halo, but it no longer hovered above you when you looked up now. you weren't granted much power with your quirk; you were barely able to fly with your wings, but maybe you had a stronger moral compass than others? the wings, at this point in your life, were just accessories, as useless as the appendix. they could only cause you pain. you walked mindlessly toward the bakery, snow flurries dotting your hair. the bakery was a rundown, easy to miss place; you would've missed it if you hadn't gone there so many times. the faded yellow paint on the exterior was peeling, the poster on the window ripped and advertising for summer deals from years back. it had only a word-of-mouth reputation to rely on.

there was a worn sticker on the door, right at eye level, which said the name of the bakery in loopy letters: 'the flour road.'

you swung the door open with a jingle, greeted by the scent of baking bread and warmth. the bakery was your grandmother's favorite, specializing in rice cakes and dorayaki. she loved the pastries, for some reason - the baklava especially. she sent you on an errand to buy her some, giving you extra money to buy your personal favorite of dorayaki. to be exact, she pushed the money into your hands and forced you to buy a dorayaki for yourself. it was still warm when the cashier handed you your boxes, which you gingerly put in the bag.

you took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the cold, before you opened the door and found yourself back in the cold winter.

a hand roughly pulled you into an alley, and you found yourself face to face with a masked figure.

"give me your money." the figure pointed to your purse, tugging it.

"i don't- i don't-" you reach to take off your purse, not questioning it. there was simply nothing you could do; besides, the voice was young enough. what if they were simply going through a rough time in life? that was no cause to-

"OI, DUMBASS, WHADDAYA THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" a spiky haired man appeared suddenly, wearing what appeared to be melons on his arms. you suddenly recognized his getup of black, orange, and green; he was a pro-hero. what was his name? zero gravity? zero gr...ass?

"LADY, MOVE ASIDE." he looked you over. "FLY, OR SOMETHING."

"i can't-" but he was already after the thief. it took him less than 30 seconds to capture the thief; he was fast by himself, but was faster when propelled by his explosions.

"well, why are you here still?" he turned to you, the figure from before slung over his shoulder.

"i can't fly," you blurted.

he blinked. "then walk. besides, you literally have-" the figure moaned over his shoulder. "agh, nevermind, gotta take this douche to the police. go home."

the next you see of the explosive melon hero is at a supermarket. his arms are melonless this time, though, and you're not actually sure if he's the melon hero. you only recognize him by his hair and red eyes, but truthfully, it was probably not him. he was muttering something about "the spice not being spicy enough," and "stupid hair-for-brains nagging about the heat."

you felt a finger poke your wings. "hey miss, you have ugly wings." a stubby boy, no more than 5 or 6, looked up at you. smirking, he pushed his own smaller wings out, hands on his hips. "mine are teal-turquoise! yours are boring white."

"uh, okay-"

"mind your damn business, brat. where are your parents?" you could now confirm that the spiky haired man was indeed the melonhero by his voice and vulgarity. melonhero had turned to the kid, standing by your side.

the kid hmphed and walked away, to where his mother scolded him for straying from her.

"you again?" melonhero turned to you. "you really need to learn how to stand up for yourself."

"eh? i was handling it fine!"

"yeah, sure. what’s up with your wings, anyway?" he grunted. "can’t fly?"

"n-no. they're, uh, too weak." it was something hard to admit out loud for you. all winged people could fly, but you couldn't even hover, your wings just flapping up wind.

"too weak?! eh? is that even possible??" he poked one of your feathers. "they seem sturdy enough to me."

you turn your wings away from him, frowning. "it's not that easy. i-i never really had time to learn..."

"isn't that what all kids do in their free time, though? experiment with their quirk?"

"my parents thought it was useless..." you shuffled your feet awkwardly, eyes downcast.

"WORTHLESS?!" you flinched at his sudden volume. "it's your quirk, though, 'wings'?"

you rubbed the back of your neck. "well, not really... it's...." angel. the word echoed in your mind, under the spotlight on a stage. it stared at you in an empty auditorium. 'angel.' the word had negative connotations for you. to others, it was a sweet, innocent nickname, but to you, it meant more.

it represented the weight of your parents' expectations, the burden of your classes' assumptions. it became a ball and chain, reminding you of who you were, who you were supposed to be, and who you could never become. you were your parents' angel, your parents' little light. nothing else.

"'angel,' eh?"

"huh?" did melonhero suddenly manifest a mind-reading quirk? you look at him, but his gaze is above your head.

"halo."

"halo," you repeated, looking dumbly at the flickering ring above you.

"well then, enko, it's nice to meet you," he smirked.

"i'm not enko- i'm y/n-"

"enko’s better. i'm ground zero, the number one pro-"

"melonhero," you blurted.

"HUH?! what's that, moron?!"

"nothing, sorry, continue-" you apologized. what had gotten into you?

ground zero cleared his throat. "-number one pro-hero! ...it's katsuki bakugou to you."

"bakugou, i'm y/n l/n, nice to meet you! oh, and um- where are my manners? -thank you for the other day."

"don't go giving your purse to random men on the street, dumbass."

"it wasn't like that!" you protested. "i mean, what if he was going through a rough time? or, his parents kicked him out-"

"doesn't justify anything. you're so naive," he grunted. "didn't your parents teach you self-defense or anything?"

"w-well, no, not really..." you mumbled. you'd always just been their angel, delicate and thoughtful. you never wanted to disappoint them; always staying inside to clean or cater to their needs. their perfect angel. in their opinion, villains could never touch you if you never went out.

you recalled a time in your youth when deciding on a high school.

"i wanna go to ua!" you'd said. you knew a teacher willing to recommend you, so you didn't need to worry about much.

"honey, no, you can't be a hero..." your father started. "you're an angel, you're our angel, okay?"

your mom nodded. "it'll be dangerous, angel, and we can't have you getting hurt day after day," she added.

you simply agreed, not wanting to upset your parents. they were always right. being a hero wasn't worth it, anyway, you told yourself. it was an unstable job. you'd entered a private high school near the coast of japan, instead of ua.

"eh?! well, how are you supposed to fend for yourself alone?!" bakugou exclaimed.

"i'm... supposed to stay at home..." you confessed quietly.

"then why are you here?!"

"...i moved away from my family."

"and you didn't learn to protect yourself? get yourself some pepper spray, idiot!" bakugou grabbed your wrist, abruptly leading you to an aisle with pepper spray in it. he briefly paused, then picked one.

"it's on me. i can't have more morons like you to save when you could save yourself."

"thank you," you said. in all of his vulgarity, bakugou was semi-decent. you wondered why he was so on edge constantly; perhaps it was a trait from being a high-demand hero.

"HEY!" bakugou yelled, making you jump in place. "whatcha smilin' at?!"

you wiped the small grin that subconsciously crept on your face. "n-nothing."

"tch, so quiet, enko." he looked above you. "halo’s gone? fuckin' weird-ass quirk."

"could you... um... nevermind." you originally wanted to ask him to tone down the swearing, but thought better of it. the vulgarity reminded you of your uncle, and you a gagged at the thought of the disgusting man who'd occasionally crash at your family's home completely wasted.

"what? just spit it out," bakugou said. "i don't get offended, unlike deku or something."

"can you... cut down on the swearing?" you ask, then add more quickly when you see his face. "i mean, it's okay if you wanna keep doing it. i can't stop you. y'know, freedom of speech and everything."

"okay," he said with surprising composure. he didn't question the request, instead looking at you intently.

your gaze was set down, trying not to think of your uncle, and the horrors you'd gone through as a child because of him.

"i- um- sorry," bakugou forced out of himself. "i didn't mean t-"

"don't worry," you smiled cheerily. a fake smile, but you tried to convince yourself it was real.

"d'you-" he coughed, "d'you wanna talk about it?" he seemed to be going through something in his mind. "there's a park nearby - god, what did hitomi say? - we can, uh, talk it out? you can vent."

"oh no, it's fine, you're busy, a pro-hero." you said nervously.

"ah- yeah," bakugou seemed to be flustered too. "my therapist though- uh, she's really damn good- i mean, really good-" he pulls out a wallet from his pocket and sifts through cards. "here." he handed you a business card, advertising 'HITOMI YABUKI' in bold.

you blinked at him and accepted the card reluctantly. pro-heroes were really kind at heart, huh? "is she a pro-hero therapist?" you asked.

"her? no, she does other stuff. normal stuff, trauma, quirk stuff, erm- whatever you need. she's an all-rounder."

"oh." you put the card in your pocket. "okay, thank you."

he grunted, accepting the thanks. "need to buy anything else?"

you glanced at your cart. "no, that's all. thanks for everything, bakugou-"

"i'll pay," he blurted. "for it all." he looks surprised at himself, perhaps even angry. "oh, no thank you-"

"i'll do it. i mean it. you didn't even buy much," he muttered.

"o-okay," you said. he snatched your cart from your hand, walking to a self-checkout.

"weren't you gonna buy anything?" you asked.

"eh?!" he grunted while scanning items.

that was the end of the conversation. once he finished, he swiped his card and handed you a bag.

"make sure you use the damn pepper spray."

it was only once you got home that you realized he slipped his number into one of the bags.

you see bakugou again at hitomi yabuki's therapy lobby. he sat casually, earbuds on as he stared at his phone. you debated sitting next to him and decided against it, not wanting to bother him. you didn’t contact his number yet; your hands sweated at the thought. as much as you were tempted, you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of a pro-hero.

you found yourself staring at the man, who was unusually calm at the moment. you stared at his eyelashes, his eyes, down to his nose and lips, and his firm set jaw. your eyes fell to the phone he’s clutching, to the curve of his fingers and uniform nails.

"l/n y/n?" a tall woman called your name. bakugou looked up at you, and for a split second you could see what looked like a genuine smile before it was twisted into a smirk.

"yes!" you stood up and followed her, glancing back at bakugou before he disappeared from your sight. after a short elevator ride, you walked out onto the third floor.

she led you down a short, carpeted hallway to the last door. it was an opaque glass door that said "hitomi yabuki" on a plaque.

"so, what brings you here?" she finally said once the two of you were seated. "um- bakugou?" you said.

she smiled and jotted something down. "is that so?"

"yeah. we met a couple times by accident, and uh, he gave me your business card."

the rest of the session was just introductions - prices, meeting times, and therapy that can be provided. still, you weren’t really sure if you needed the therapy - maybe it’d be suited more for someone else struggling more than you. you didn’t need to use your quirk much; flying wasn’t much your style anyway. what would your parents think if they found out you were taking therapy? they’d surely be hurt, assuming that they didn’t provide a good childhood to you. you could practically hear your mom asking you why you’d waste money on therapy. you took a deep breath as you re-entered the lobby. bakugou was seating in the same place you last saw him, still on his phone. you bid goodbye to the receptionist, thinking out your decisions. your insurance could cover much of the costs for the therapy, but you still wondered if you should spend the money. these thoughts trailed you as you waited on the sidewalk for a cab, watching your breath billow in front of you.

"hey, enko."

your elbow shot out by instinct, hitting the invader of your thoughts.

"woah, idiot, it’s just me." luckily, bakugou had caught your stray elbow, chuckling to himself. "so the angel does know self-defense, eh?"

you stiffened at the pet name, though you knew bakugou meant well. you could remember each distinctive voice in your childhood. your parents beckoning: angel. your nickname: angel. how everyone saw you: angel. you could never escape it, not with your halo or wings. it was so distinctive, your defining quality. whether he noticed the shift in your posture, he didn’t say. "how was it? hitomi’s great, right?"

you hummed in response, rubbing your wings together for heat.

"are wings supposed to get cold? aren’t they just... feathers?"

your wings ruffled at the comment. you sniffed. "they’re sensitive."

"weird," bakugou muttered under his breath. for a split second, you considered smacking him with your wing, but you stopped yourself before you could execute the instinct.

your cab pulled up by the sidewalk. "that’s my ride." you smiled and waved to him as you entered the car. somewhere during the 15 minute car ride, you mustered up the courage to finally text bakugou.

who knew he was so dirty-minded, anyway? you leaned back in your car seat, exhaling. thankfully, you didn’t text the wrong number or prematurely end the conversation. so, now you were friends with a pro-hero, or so you assumed (friends texted each other, right?). the you from 10 years ago would be jumping for joy at the prospect of befriending a pro-hero, and here you were. you finally booked a therapy session for saturday at 3pm. you checked into the lobby ten minutes early, just as your parents had taught you, and took a seat in the lobby.

when it was finally your turn, you found yourself back in hitomi's office, the familar scent of vanilla and fresh linen wafting in the air.

"i hope you don't mind the scent," she said.

you shook your head. "it's fine." the fragrance was almost reassuring in a way, but you couldn’t pin point it. this time, you allowed yourself to drink in your surroundings. hitomi’s office was spacious, a large window overlooking tokyo’s snow-covered cityscape adding onto the effect. the walls followed a vertical gradient pattern of mint green and light blue decorated with paintings, hanging plants, and wooden shelves yet not in a cluttered way. in the center, against a wall, was a white couch. it had an oddly calming aura to it, as if you'd stepped into a dream outside reality.

"would you like an apple? or some water?" hitomi offered.

you weren’t really in the mood for either, but accepted the water. she gestured for you to sit on the couch.

the meeting consisted of her asking and you answering, the topic changing from family life, to your quirk, to your feelings.

"so, can you explain your quirk to me?" hitomi asked.

"well..." you gathered your thoughts. "obviously, i have wings like an angel. they don’t really do anything, though, just get sensitive to the weather. i used to have a halo when i was young, but it’s faded by now. dunno why. let’s see...." you paused. "i guess i have an inclination to help others? it’s hard for me to say no to things, honestly."

"is it because of your quirk?"

"probably," you admitted. "i’ve always been like this, i think."

"can you fly with your wings?"

"no." you sipped your water. "i guess i never learned. i’d try, but i don’t think they can support my body weight."

"how do you feel about your quirk?"

you shrugged, but then regretted it. you didn’t want to seem insensitive to all the quirkless people who could only wish for a quirk. "it’s- it’s cool, i guess. it makes me unique..." you thought back to your parents’ words, how they’d praised you for such an amazing quirk. when you used to feel bad about your quirk, they’d always remind you that there were children who’d wish to even have a quirk at all, and that you were special. your mother’s quirk allowed her to shine small rays of light through her fingertips, while your dad’s quirk gave him a wing attached to his left arm. it was pretty much useless for anything other than generating wind, considering he didn’t have a right wing to balance him out. their quirks together worked out just right to create you, their perfect angel. hitomi jotted something on her notepad.

the more you thought of it, the more you felt broken. you'd been doing therapy with hitomi for months now, and it had gotten harder and harder to emotionally process. your parents, your family, your quirk; you now saw the things for what they were.

your parents had used you. you were their doll, their perfect obedient angel, and it disgusted you. your hands felt tainted, your wings heavy weights on your back. you were revolted by yourself; looking in the mirror, you couldn't help but gag, seeing not the you of now, but the you of the past looking back at you. you couldn't sleep; tossing and turning and ruffling your wings in frustration. you couldn't stop thinking about your parents, how they restricted you from everything.

you wondered how it'd be different if your parents were better. you wondered if you'd gotten into ua and strengthened your quirk. you wondered how your reputation as a pushover would change. maybe you'd be a hero right now, helping others instead of being so irreparably broken. you could hear the catcalls from your classmates like bullets beating your wings. angel, the goody-two-shoes who couldn't say no.

not once did you cry. maybe you felt too disgusted by yourself. maybe bakugou was becoming the best friend you'd ever had.

he was there for you. making spicy curry or those awful, equally spicy instant korean noodles - he was there for you, in the same way milk is there for you when eating a particularly spicy dish. he listened to you, and you did the same for him. you laughed and joked together. somehow, in such a dark time, your friendship bloomed. it was strange, really. his reputation as a hero made him out to be aggressive and careless - and while he could brash in word choice at times, you knew he had a good heart. at one point, you’d even opened up to him about your past.

"then deku just completely f- messed up the mission! i could’ve blown up the damn guy, but he had to play mr. goody-two-shoes and just tie him up. and he got all the interview time. what’s even up with that?!"

he talked about his friends a lot. he'd deny his relationship with them being something other than strictly professional, but the way his crimson eyes would deepen gave it all away. he mainly spoke of deku and red riot (though their names would be referenced in cruder ways).

"what if- what if i was a hero?" you asked suddenly.

bakugou lifted an eyebrow. "you'd be a damn good hero if you could manage your quirk. like hawks."

"you think the public would like me?"

"duh. you're pretty, kind, AND fight villains? pretty badass. hell, if i approve of you, anyone would."

you smiled.

"why, though?" bakugou asked.

"curious. i, um, used to want to be a hero. growing up."

"your quirk has potential." bakugou leaned back on the couch. "why didn't ya become one?"

"parents." you flinched as the word passed your lips. thinking about your parents was painful, as if you had to rip off a month old bandaid before you could even get their faces into your mind. "they just... worried," you said. you didn't say anything else.

"betcha couldn't come up with a hero name as damn awesome as ground zero." "i could barely remember it," you teased.

"though, i must say, i do like enko as a hero name. it's like i'm joining an idol group."

"akb48 has nothing on you though," bakugou said.

you flushed. "i-i don't think you've looked at them properly, then."

"nah, i have, ochaco's obsessed with idol groups. don't doubt me, enko~" his voice was dangerously close, but he hadn't moved an inch from his original spot. "you're prettier than all the idols combined. tch, how low do you think my standards are?!"

"they're idol groups, bakugou, they practically rely on visuals!"

"eh? who cares? you've beaten them in looks and personality."

the thing about bakugou was that he was always completely honest with his thoughts. his integrity always amazed you, but then again, he was a pro-hero. you were quick to change the subject. "um- then-- what time is it? it must be getting late. i should get home-"

bakugou frowned. "it's late, idiot. eat before you go. i have some leftover tonkatsu and rice, and i can whip up the miso-"

"n-no, it's fine bakugou, you don't need to-"

"idiot, i can't have you starve to damn death on the ride home. eat."

even if you wanted to protest, you couldn't. bakugou's cooking was always to good to pass up, alarmingly spicy or not.

"the rice is still warm in the rice cooker," bakugou finally said, turning towards the kitchen. he knew you'd follow him, and you did.

bakugou busied himself making some instant miso soup and reheating the tonkatsu. you prepared yourself for the spicy of bakugou's tonkatsu; you'd had it once before, and it was quite painful. finally done, bakugou sat to the side of you eating tonkatsu as well, seasoning his with extra chili flakes. he was positively crazy; how did he handle such spice?

you cut yourself a strip and brought it to your lips. the tonkatsu was surprisingly tame for bakugou's cooking; it could've passed for normal restaurant tonkatsu.

"thish ish good," you said in between bites.

"i know," he gritted out, but he looked proud. "would be better with chili."

you shook your head, smiling. "never in a million years."

it was often you thought of this moment. it was so happy, so complete. it was just you and bakugou, simply being. right now, a genuine smile was something you couldn't curl your lips into, no matter how hard you tried. when you did, the taste of something salty crept into you mouth.

something salty...?

you touched your face. it was wet. your head spun, and then it dawned on you: you were crying. you were crying? your eyes focused, and pain throbbed in your head. lights shone too bright on you, heightening your headache, and a foul taste lingered in your mouth. you were suddenly aware of something solid in your hand: a drink.

something else you were aware of was how much you wanted to go home. you could barely remember what led you to a club as you fumbled in your purse for your phone, glancing at the time and unlocking the screen. all you needed to do was go home. you really wanted to go home, but where was home? home was gone. home...

a fresh wave of tears glossed your face, and you ignored the person next to you's advances. you didn't even know why you were crying. you struggled to read your contacts, dizzy, and called the first one you can make out with your hazed vision.

bakugou.

yes, all you wanted right now was bakugou. you wanted him and his warm arms, his endearing words. you wanted him so bad. you wanted him, and his warmth, and his happiness. you wanted his scent of comfort, the smile that made you feel fuzzy. you wanted his voice to shelter you precisely at that moment, you wanted to feel like it was him and you against the world.

"dumbass? hello? where are you? why is it so freaking loud? enko?"

you hadn't realized that a low quality projection of his voice was speaking on your phone.

"b-bakugou," you said, though it came out hoarsely. "bakugou."

"enko? where are you, and why are you calling at ass o'clock in the morning?"

"miss you," you almost said, but instead it came out as "dunno, you," a mix between "dunno" and "miss you."

"eh? where are you?"

you shrugged. "come here."

"send me your location, moron, and stay where you a-"

you hung up to send him your location.

you yawned and rubbed your forehead. everything was loud, everyone was together. and you were alone. it made you sad. you wanted to have somebody. a voice in the back of your head told you that you had bakugou. did you? right, he was coming. did you tell him to come?

you pressed the call button again.

"what is it?" bakugou asked roughly.

"lonelyyyy..." you moaned. "pick me up, baku...."

"idiot, i'm on my way. why the fuck are you so far from where you live?"

"hmm mmmhm," you strung together sounds. "'m sad."

"don't be." he sounded mad. he always sounded mad.

"why are you always mad at me?" you pouted.

"i'm not, dumbass! i'm pulling in."

"hmmm...!"

bakugou almost tore through the door with rage. "ENKO, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE."

you hopped toward him, wobbling a bit. the floor seemed to turn under you. enko! that was you! right?

"bakuuugoooou~" you cooed, flopping into his arms. "let's sleep."

he smelled nice. his scent enveloped you, a mix of vanilla and caramel that you’d grown so accustomed to.

he stiffened. "dumbass, i can smell the alcohol on you, we’re going the fuck home."

"don’ wanna," you whined. "lonely. wanna be with youuuuu..." you nuzzled more into his chest, finding comfort in his body warmth. you didn’t want to let go, ever. "tch, fine."

the car ride to bakugou’s place was uncomfortable. cars spun by you, lights making you woozy. you almost bashed your head on the dashboard. your seat was uncomfortable, the seatbelt itched you. despite all that, you stopped to stare at bakugou in your daze, all serious and set on the road. he had nice biceps, and his side profile was a sight for sore eyes (see also: your eyes).

"what, enko?" he grunted, glancing at you.

you said the first thing that came to your mind. "you know you smell nice?"

"huh?" he glanced at you, turning in to his driveway.

well, there was no going back now. "you smell like caramel... and vanilla... it’s nice..." you sighed happily, imagining the fragrance.

bakugou didn’t reply, instead parking and unlocking the doors. "get out, dumbass, it’s past your bedtime."

"but i don’t haaaaaave a bedtime," you slurred, stumbling out of the car. bakugou mumbled a complaint before hoisting you over his shoulder. it was probably not the best move, considering the blood rushing to your head made you feel sick. after entering his house, bakugou set you down on a sofa, sitting you upright.

"stay here."

you leaned back on the sofa, feeling suddenly empty. the buzz in your head had not quite left, but the weight of the world came crashing down again. therapy, your parents, your quirk. it struck you that you were probably bothering bakugou and disturbing his sleep; he was a pro-hero after all, lives depended on his health. but here you were, ever so selfish and probably taking a toll on his health.

"drink." you hadn't realized bakugou had put a glass of water in your hands. you simply nodded and gulped it down, hoping to sober yourself up.

you stared at the man glossy eyed, glass in your hand half empty. "bakugou."

"eh?"

"sorry."

"for what?"

"y'know... waking you up... bothering you... i know you're busy, and-"

"shut up, it doesn't matter. i'd rather you here than in the hands of some douche at the club."

"but still, how would i make it up-"

"by sleeping well. off to bed you go."

he started pushing you towards the hallway. "where will you sleep?"

"sofa."

"but bakugou-"

"go to bed."

"i feel sick-"

"hah?"

a rising sensation of bile emerged in your throat. the only words you could get out of your mouth was "bathroom," before you rushed in. it was not a pretty sight - you preferred to skim over the details when recalling it. the details you did not skim over, however, were that of bakugou's care; for being awoken at ungodly hours in the morning, he was surprisingly gentle with your vomiting state, soothing your stomach with warm hands and rubbing your back. after, he gave you a glass of water and forced you to take ibuprofen, though you swore you felt fine.

bakugou's bed was surprisingly comfortable. then again, bakugou did claim to have gone to bed at 8:30 sharp daily during his high school years, so it made sense he still valued sleep.

you were then reminded how you disrupted his.

and how you were now forcing him to sleep on the sofa.

you padded out of his room, wearing one of bakugou's old shirts that he'd graciously lended you, to the living room. he was laying on his back, feet sticking out of the sofa, eyes closed.

"what?" he asked, eyes still shut.

you knew he wouldn't let you feel guilty about intruding his sleep, so you settled upon saying the next best thing. it was partially true, anyway.

"'m lonely without you." your voice came out smaller than intended.

"huh?" he sat up, groggily looking at you.

"it's- kinda cold, and y'know, with your quirk..."

he grunted and obliged, walking toward his bedroom. you stood behind him, staring at his back; that was surprisingly easy.

bakugou slept with his arms around you, so you were nestled comfortably into his chest. this position felt strangely domestic; something lovers might do nightly. but you and bakugou weren't lovers, you were friends. image of you and bakugou involved romantically faded into your mind; coffee shop dates, cooking together, waking up next to each other. there was a sudden loss of breath in your chest, as if your heart had become weightless and was lifted by a thousand of butterflies taking flight. bakugou... romantically? it hadn't crossed your mind. still, you could see it so vividly in your mind; you, becoming his dumbass, his and his only. you could imagine how he'd look at you, full of love in his eyes, and how he'd gently kiss your forehead in the morning. was it so bad to want that? the more your thoughts indulged you, the more his body warmth drowsed you, his calm breathing adding to the effect. he was practically nyquil in human form. you found yourself nodding off in his arms, not before mumbling a quiet "what if i liked bakugou?" and clutching his shirt closer to you.

you were far too engrossed in the realm of sleep to hear bakugou's faint but hopeful reply of "i'd hope so, dumbass."

at your next therapy meeting, you told hitomi about bakugou. it was unplanned, spilling out of your mouth as soon as she asked why you looked so anxious. you couldn't like bakugou. you blamed your slightly intoxicated past self for planting such a thought in your brain, but you knew it just admitted a lingering feeling from in your heart. you spared her the details of the throwing up and the guilt that gnawed at you regarding how bakugou cared for you.

"it's... childish, right? like an old schoolgirl crush," you flushed, finishing your confession.

hitomi shook her head. "it's good to feel this way, actually. it's quite healthy for a twenty-something like you to harbour such feelings; it allows you to explore your feelings and relationships healthily."

even so, crushing was so damn frustrating. it's one thing to like a person; it's a completely different experience after admitting to yourself, yes, they're my crush. when you were younger, you very rarely developed crushes (as influenced by your parents) and even less were able to act on them. but now, as an adult, you had the freedom to act (or not, considering how your nerves constantly started to act up around bakugou). you decided to push the feelings down; you were just friends, and bakugou had no time to pursue a romantic relationship.

if having a crush was like an addiction, rehab was torture for you. gone were the days of seeing bakugou as platonic; you couldn't stop your heart from swelling whenever he recounted his day to you. bakugou had now become attractive, from his tight, bulging muscles to his hard chest. it did not help that you had to see him in his hero costume flaunting those features every other day on the news.

you convinced yourself bakugou harboured nothing but platonic sentiment for you, but he never failed to send your heart aflutter with discreet compliments he hid under rough comments. you started leaving early whenever the two of your hung out under the guise of other plans (that in reality didn't exist), and tried to always cut conversations short when you bumped into each other in public. he was ground zero, pro-hero, and you were just a civilian who could barely maintain their quirk.

you were just starting your quirk therapy, but you couldn't expect major changes a week in. bakugou had said your wings looked brighter, but you assumed he just said that to make you feel better. you could hover off the ground for less than a second now, but your wing strength lacked too much to be able to do anything requiring more strength. your halo was still absent, and you couldn't figure out how to make it reappear. there hadn't been much research done on the essence of halos; hitomi said not to worry about it regardless.

flap flap flap.

"oi, dumbass, you're gonna create a tornado in here."

flap flap flap.

"i'm practicing flying."

"well, you're going nowhere. d'you want me to call hawks or something?" flap flap flap.

you turned to bakugou, folding your wings neatly. he had the same expression as always, slightly disapproving and tired. your eyes meet his momentously; but they fall down immediately to his lips. lately, this kind of thing had been happening often. bakugou acted like he didn't notice you'd been different lately, but you could tell he wanted an explanation.

you acted on your impulse, your mouth opening and words tumbling from your mouth.

"bakugou- idon'twanttoruinourfriendshipbutijustwannasayitnow- ilikeyou."

"what?" why did you do that?

if this were a texting conversation, you'd leave him on read. if this was a tweet, you'd make your account private. if this was a video call, you'd end it.

alas, this was real life, so you resorted to the next closest thing: you ran. you ran faster than any shoujo girl and with more conviction than any shounen boy, and then you were lost. damn cities.

panting on the sidewalk, wings heaving up and down, you realized what you did. staring at the edge of the pavement, where the curb met the street, hands on your knees, it hit you.

you cussed and yelled at yourself mentally, and though a small part doubted bakugou even heard you, you didn’t allow yourself to have hope. it was game over. you let your feelings override rational thought, and you ruined what was arguably the best thing going on in your life.

you were interrupted by an itch in your feathers from being so cramped while folded. they ruffled against the cool air, distraught. you stretched them out, observing your surroundings and allowing yourself to cool down. the breeze was a satisfying sensation against your feathers, and you hovered just a moment when they flapped.

"mommy, wings!" a kid passes you on the sidewalk, pointing. his mother hushes him, but you smile at him.

the next few days were rough, particularly because you were avoiding bakugou. it was definitely not a good idea, but it was a temporary patch over the open part of your heart.

this was not one of your healthy coping mechanisms.

did he text you? did he call you? you didn’t know, because you turned off your notifications. you knew you were just making things more awkward, even more so if he hadn’t heard you at all. it gave you all the more excuse to ignore him longer.

now, with evenings to yourself, your mind wandered more. your thoughts drifted into a vast desert of tangled constellations in your mind, tightropes you’d tread that would lead you to a random destination. sometimes it led you to random memories - other times, it wasn’t as random, leading you to painful manifestations in your heart. these were the things you tried so hard to ignore, but rang so true.

you were reminded by the constellations in your mind that you were being terribly selfish to bakugou; not even considering his feelings. bakugou didn't deserve you. maybe stars twinkled in your mind, but the bluest ones burned you to the touch. you needed to get over bakugou.

that wasn’t to say it didn’t hurt, trying to get over bakugou. the stars in your mind dimmed, and perhaps, at one point, the constellations were reduced to thread; knotted, tangled, and hopeless.

maybe it was better when the string had been unkempt, because now it unraveled. you cried, and cried; in the shower, at your desk, doing chores. tears, hot and sharp like newly shapen diamonds, dripped down your face. your face was permanently marked by the wounds the diamonds left, and contrary to the stars, your eyes were red and hot. your thoughts unwound like string - there was a clear pathway now, but it was tainted by the shape of the knots there had once been.

everything hurt when you thought of bakugou. your swollen eyes became lifeless as memories of him overtook you. they controlled you. you missed therapy session after session, too scared to go to the place which bakugou had connected you to. sometimes, you’d sprawl across the ground, stare into your ceiling, and feel yourself vanish into something, a dark void of nothingness. he had cared so much for you - too much. why had he? why couldn’t he have left you, that one day you were almost robbed? why couldn’t you just have stayed the way you were? why did you have to find the truth in things? ignorance was a bliss you woke yourself from. ignorance, the dream which from you woke to find a nightmare, reality. why did he have to be him, the stupid pro-hero with a heart that bled kindness into yours? why couldn’t he have stayed a two-dimensional public figure, the careless and angry ground zero? why did he have to be in your goddamn life and ruin it, entangle everything into one big mess? you hated him. you hated him and his stupid endearing insults, him and his rugged smirk that pained your heart so, him and his eyes that held sparks and diamonds and you. deep inside, you knew it wasn’t true; hate was just a name for an indefinably strong feeling you had for him. you knew you didn’t hate him, you knew you couldn’t hate him. you told yourself you did to distance yourself from him. the distance between you and he only grew. your memories were tarnished with pain, his image blurry and wrinkled in your eyes. katsuki bakugou was just someone, no one.

this was the feeling of agony, this was the sight of pure hell, and this was the sound of you burning your heart. distance between you and the man named katsuki bakugou grew, as did your descent into pure madness.

until the distance between you and he was less than a metre.

you had not bothered to tame your hair; it was a bit overgrown and sprouted a couple split ends. you were dressed in a stained shirt, your face not even mentionable, and your heart was beating in your ears. you felt yourself dragged quite forcefully down to sanity, as if opening the door suddenly put gravity into effect.

because here he was, katsuki bakugou in all of his perfect glory, standing on your doorstep.

the little shit refrained from making a comment about your current state, but you could see the comment appearing in his eyes and vanishing as soon as it came. you watched his eyes go from the state of your face down to your unkempt attire. he, on the other hand, looked unaffected. he was sporting a t-shirt and jeans, hands shoved into his pockets. the only indicator, which was minuscule at best, that he had changed at all was the red at the corners of his eyes and slight eyebags. he looked shocked at the sight of you.

"y/n..." you almost fainted on the spot.

you weren’t not jumping for joy in ecstasy at the sight of him, and you didn’t feel like a shoujo protagonist at the moment. it was something different.

"again," but your voice was too hoarse to be heard. your mouth opened and closed, you coughed, and repeated yourself. "s-say it again."

"huh?!" it was nice to know someone hadn’t changed after all that time.

"my- my name..."

"eh? enko."

you sighed, your face indifferent. you weren’t exactly disappointed by his reply; it brought memories upon memories of happier times with him.

"well, what do you want?" you asked, rubbing the side of your face.

"what- what the fuck is going on?" he gestured to you. "i should be asking about you. what the f- what happened to you?!"

"i-"

"enko, i don’t get any of this shit. this relationship crap. what do you want me to do?! first, you act weird as shit- because of what?! i don’t fuckin’ know. you avoid me - don’t think i didn’t notice - and then suddenly you spew shit and leave?! i don’t see you for a goddamn week, you don’t answer your damn calls or texts, and suddenly i’m the damn villain and i’m supposed to give you time or shit to figure things out, and when i can finally fucking see you, you look like actual crap?! hell, i should be the one with deteriorating mental health with all of the bull you put me through! if you want something, if you don’t wanna be friends or shit, just goddamn say it to my face! i’m not good with people, enko, goddamnit! tell me what’s wrong!"

you stood in shock. relationship..? you shook his words away. you hadn’t realized how much this took a toll on bakugou, too. he looked away - something glinted in his eyes, but you couldn’t tell exactly what.

"god-fucking-damnit," he grumbled. "...are ya gonna let me in, or what?! it’s cold out here!"

you didn’t think about how bakugou’s quirk involved producing heat, and let him in unreluctantly, stepping aside. "sorry," you mumbled.

he took off his shoes, and you motioned for him to sit down on your couch.

"explain it to me," he demanded. "what in the goddamn world has happened tot you? did someone do this to you?!"

you refrained from saying technically, it was you, and settled on: "no." it was apparent he hadn’t heard you that day. "just- it’s nothing. i was being stupid, a-and i’m okay now." it was a lie.

"do you take me as an idiot?" he asked. gears shifted in his eyes. "sit down," he said, suddenly calm.

you did so, sitting as farthest as you could from him.

"closer," he gritted out. you scooted a centimetre. "closer." another centimeter. "clo-ser." he pulled you so you were sitting angled toward him, knee brushing his.

"baku...gou?" so many questions flashed in your mind.

"confirm something for me," he ordered. "what exactly did you say to me before running away?"

"i- nothing. it was nothing, i told you, bakugou."

"tell. me. i don’t care if you quoted freud, told me a failed joke, or what. tell me."

your mind was devoid of possible jokes you could use to lie.

you opened your mouth, forcing the words out with all your might. "i don’t remember the specifics," you rambled. "i don’t think i was in the right state of mind-"

"spit it out."

"i think it went something like ‘i like you’ or something?" your pitch rose with every syllable.

"tch," a smile was on his face. "thought so." his hand was suddenly on your cheek, and his lips were on yours. he tasted like caramel. your eyes widened, and you pulled away, sputtering.

"what? what d’you mean, ‘thought so’?!"

"idiot, i like you too. also, when did you last brush your teeth?"

"i- that doesn’t matter. bakugou... i don’t think that this relationship is good for us. as friends or whatnot."

"huh? why not?"

"look at me. look at you. i can barely handle my quirk, and you’re a pro-hero who uses his quirk to help people. i can’t really do anything."

he mumbled something under his breath. "enko, do you think i care about any of that? i don’t care if you have the strongest quirk in the world or none at all. you’re strong - and i don’t say this ‘cause i like you - you’re kind, you see the best in people." he paused. "people don’t give me the time of day ‘cause they think i’m too irrational. brash. careless. but you? you see past that, you don’t care. you work hard no matter what people say. people-" his voice caught in his throat, "people say shit to you, and you don’t care. you keep going."

he saw you... like that? your face heated up.

"don’t be gettin’ all shy on me," he grunted. "tch. come here." he pulled you in for a hug, his arms wrapping around you and narrowly avoiding your wings. you flushed, holding him tight and inhaling his caramel scent. you squeezed your eyes shut, wishing to hold him like this forever.

“hey, enko,” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him, who was currently looking up and pointing. “halo.”

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peppini · 2 years

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What is your story?

((This is a sloppy rendering but I still like how it turned out cause the sloppiness looks stylized so I don’t mind. I kind of just wanted to draw my character with a Vykker Gear cause she was artificially made in the labs so this could maybe be her post escape😂

Also idk if the shock-rocker is accurate I just drew it from memory cause I can’t find any official concept art of it lol))

She’s essentially an experimental type of manufactured labor Mudokon called "ND" made by the Vykkers. she along with a few others were made in test tubes and tanks they can’t necessarily call Sam their mother and their hereditary origins are mostly unknown…but their DNA was said to have been derived from abducted natives from hotter desert-like regions of Mudos. Her original alias was a soulless label of “8-ND”which later turned into Dandie/Dandy due to mistaken pronunciations by fellow workers that she ended up happily accepting and claiming as an alias.

Dandie and her counterparts were inserted to work with the other Slaves from birth to serve as a case study of the efficiency of the “NDokons” and others like her were supposed to be more efficient and cost effective workers for the industrials but Dandie in particular had too many defects and was extremely disobedient. She was supposed to have 4 arms like her ND counterparts in order to get extra work done as well as enhanced stamina as to go longer increments of time without needing any essentials like rest or food in order to save money on resources for maintaining workers with lower death turn over rates and make a higher profit margin for the Magog cartel. She didn’t get the extra pair of arms like she was supposed to and used her predisposed agility and stamina against the wishes of her bosses making it impossible to control her.

She started out at Rupture farms shoveling crap as it was supposed to cause humiliation and build character, but rather than moving on to better more esteemed long term jobs like her counterparts she was switched and dropped to many different duties at many different facilities each one having more intense and strict security and staff than the last, not only to compensate for her bad habits of stealing and escaping but also to observe which conditions are best for housing defective Artificials like her(Which took more as a challenge than a hint to behave better). She never really followed directions well and was more focused on smaller details rather than taking in the bigger picture which sometimes lead her to discovering more efficient and lazy ways to complete tasks but that along with her tendency to grow her feathers out was taken negatively as being a bad influence on other slaves and encouraged apparently “lazy” and rebellious behavior.

She was known for escaping facilities easily and once she got a glimpse of the outside world she was obsessed and fixated on what else was out there outside of Nolybab

Dandie has also stolen A LOT of stuff probably too much stuff which she used to aid in her schemes. The straw that broke the camel’s back and provoked her recall was that she was stealing Slig rifles and stockpiling them in a vent and one day when she got enough she redistributed them to the workers. Not only did it lead to thousands of moolah worth in property damage but it also caused a lot of Mudokons to escape, Sligs to die, and was ruining the reputation of the Vykkers.

She’s by no means conventionally smart either as she was deliberately made to be dumbed down by a lot which was supposed to make her more obedient but it did the exact opposite. It’s still unknown if she actually is dumber than the average Mudokon or if she just thinks a lot differently which manifests into many dumb moments. She doesn’t pay attention to the right things but she shines the brightest when it comes to her mechanical skills, she like to learn and dissect things as not only a way to compensate for her apparent lacking in intelligence but also as an escape/coping mechanism. This Intellectual deficit also manifested in a kooky outgoing personality.

After the raid she caused she got recalled to the labs to have her data recorded one last time before performing any last experiments and finally killing her off and that was where she first discovered her Origins. She was told her whole life that she was an orphaned child of a dead Mudokon mother, so the vastly contradicting truth of not only finding out that she was conceived in a lab under a microscope but also the fact her peers who were also presumed to be orphans were actually children of Sam really shook her. As upsetting as the sudden disclosure was, she still managed to escape before anything bad could happen to herself with the help of some rats and fuzzles. And while she escaped she destroyed any means of making more artificial NDdokons so the cycle wouldn’t continue, not only because she didn’t want more people like herself to be forced into existence but also because it could be detrimental to the wellbeing of already working Mudokons and Sam and there was a dark and eminent uncertainty of what would happen to them if they were no longer useful. To this day she remains baneful if the fact that her being an orphaned child of a dead mother was a lie as she herself knows first hand the punishment and consequences of not being useful enough. It's honestly a wonder she's not dead.

Everything about the small raid she started was blamed on abe and Dandy after being recalled was claimed to be a proper worker that was negatively influenced by the terrorists and his followers and was therefore corrupted. This narrative was fabricated to save the reputation of the Vykkers and the incident was soon shooed under the rug. The rebellion being short-lived and easily undertaken worked in almost everyone's favor.

She’s now a wanted by the Vykkers and travels Mudos making a living as an weapons mechanic and arms dealer. But also has a hobby of experimenting with electronics. Because of her Klepto/pick-pocketing habits, most of her inventory is either stolen or made from stolen parts if it wasn’t traded. She’s definitely stolen from her especially despicable clients but still hasn’t been caught. She has a rule of not stealing from innocent people or friends but rather from people she deems to be deserving of it as she is still raw of her past mistreatment and associates them with the people she previously worked under as a slave. Since she’s nomadic, the amount of things she carries with her is limited and because of that, she likes to stow away loot in secret burrows and hiding spots, most of them being scattered around the outskirts of her homeplace of Nolybab.

She’s Goofy and kind of a lone-wolf but not by choice and tries to fit in where she’s welcome. Dandie has made many friends that she makes efforts to visit when she can, even if it means breaking into places she's not supposed to be in. Her relationship with the natives was iffy as at the time of her escape people of her kind weren't welcome...that is until abe set a new president for the reputation of industrial mudokons and now, as she’s slowly acclimating into their society, she’s starting to discover more about her true origins and ancestry. She still holds a lof of negative feelings from her past but doesn't know how to express it outside of drowning herself into her hobby or trying to help others.

((Thats what I've Thought of so far lol))

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starshine583 · 4 years

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Crossing a Line (19)

(so this was actually supposed to be the last chapter, but it got long so I had to stop lol enjoy!)

Part 1 / Part 18 / Part 20

Felix held his ground next to Marinette, worried and terrified at the same time. He thought telling his Father about the wish would discourage him from using it, but his Father only got angry, instead, spouting nonsense about “sacrifices” and “family”. Why was he angry? There was still a cure. There was no need to fight! Why wouldn’t he listen?

Marinette stepped forward and confronted his Father’s true intentions, which only made him angrier. Felix tried to calm the situation as it escalated, but Marinette promised to get the miraculous back, while Gabriel promised not to let that happen. It wasn’t until she pulled out his peacock miraculous that Felix realized compromise and negotiation weren’t options anymore.

“Duusu, spread my feathers!” Marinette cried, quickly pinning the miraculous to the lower front of her shirt. The familiar blue light he’d gotten used to seeing flash over his skin washed over her body, and Marinette’s casual outfit disappeared. The miraculous replaced it with a royal blue dress that faded into different colored feathers such as purple, dark blue, and indigo. Her gloves and high-heeled boots, which extended to her knees and mid-biceps respectively, were also royal blue, and the ends of each were covered in a dark blue, feather-shaped pattern that trailed up to the navy blue part of the suit, such as her collar bone, neck, and thighs. A short shawl made entirely of purple feathers wrapped around her shoulders as well, connected by a small, indigo pearl. It brought out the sparkling fuchsia that lined the front and back of the royal blue dress perfectly. If it weren’t for the circumstances, Felix might have been tempted to stop and study the fabric in all its magnificence.

Gabriel’s expression twisted with rage. “How did you get that?”

Marinette unclasped one of her fans from a metal button on the back of her dress and held it in front of her, showing the sharpness of the curved tip. “Let’s say it was a present from your son.”

Felix grimaced at the look of disdain his Father shot him.

“You gave her your miraculous?!” He fumed.

“No, I-!”

“Don’t talk back to me!” His Father growled. “I should have known not to trust you from the beginning!”

Felix flinched back as Gabriel lunged forward in a fit of rage. Before they could collide, though, a feather-shaped knife sank deep into Gabriel’s shirt sleeve, pinning him to a bookshelf. Felix looked to Marinette, who was already pulling another throwing knife out of her hair. He had thought the feathers that decorated her spread out bun were simply that, a decoration.

“Felix, run!” She ordered, throwing the second knife to pin Gabriel’s other arm to the bookshelf. “Go find my miraculous!”

“I’m not leaving you!” Felix argued, taking a step back from his struggling Father. The whole reason he took her miraculous in the first place was to protect her from this exact encounter.

Marinette stepped in front of him, but glanced over her shoulder as she said, “I’ll be fine. I have Duusu. Now go!”

Felix clenched his fists. He hated the idea of leaving her alone, but he didn’t have a miraculous. Anything he tried to do now would only get in her way.

Fueled by adrenaline, Felix stumbled to the other end of the aisle and sprinted towards the Library’s entrance. He almost ran into Gorilla on his way out. Earrings, Earrings- where would Father put Marinette’s earrings if he had them? This house was enormous. They could be anywhere!

He started with the office first, checking the only hiding place he knew Father had: the safe. Felix pulled open his Mother’s painting, and.. They weren’t there. He checked behind the smaller pictures, under the books, and practically pulled everything else out. There was nothing.

“Where are you?” He grumbled to himself, lifting up another pile of books.

“So you finally show your true colors.”

Felix froze, slowly turning around to see none other than Nathalie. She stood in front of him, wearing a crap-eating grin. He should have known she would appear eventually. Nathalie was always eager to be Father’s back up.

“I always knew you weren’t worthy of Gabriel’s trust.” She said, tilting her head up with all the poise of a condescending twit.

Felix heaved a tired sigh. “And I always knew you’d be the first one to lay down and let him treat you like a dog once I came to my senses.”

He didn’t want to believe what Marinette said about Father wanting power instead of Mother, but the proof was right in front of him. If Father truly cared about their family and Mother’s well-being, he would let Marinette try to cure her! And if family wasn’t what Father cared about, what else was left but power?

Nathalie let out a snooty little laugh. “Of course you would think that. You don’t understand anything. Your Father is a loving man who is doing the best that he can to raise you two and heal your Mother!”

"Raise us?” Felix scoffed. “He barely talks to us! And right now, he’s the one standing in the way of healing my Mother. So tell me where the earrings are!”

Nathalie tisked and tilted her head slightly to the side, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of the black, circular earrings she was wearing. “They’re safe. Much safer than they were in your hands. Unlike you, I won’t be handing them back over to the enemy so easily.”

Felix shifted into a fighting position. “We’ll see about that.”

“Oh, you want to fight me now?” She asked, a smirk reappearing on her lips. When Felix didn’t answer, the smirk widened. “Good. I’ve been wanting to punch you in that perfect face of yours for years. Tikki, spots on!”

Felix’s eyes widened as Nathalie transformed in front of him. He hadn’t expected her to actually use the miraculous!

The red, magical light that covered her took away her professional suit and exchanged it with a red and black spotted costume. Black colored her forearms- save for the palms and fingers -and bottom half of her legs, acting as boots and gloves. A bit of black covered the sides of her waist as well.

“Well, Felix?” Nathalie taunted, taking one of the two yo-yos that hung on the utility belt around her hips. “You said you wanted the earrings. Why don’t you come take them?”

Felix grit his teeth. “Fine with me. Using Marinette’s miraculous will only make it more embarrassing for you when I get them back.”

Nathalie growled and slung her first yo-yo forward. Felix dodged and whipped around to grab the yo-yo string. Nathalie barely got a gasp of surprise out before he yanked on the string, causing her to fly forward. He hadn’t spent months as Le Paon lying around doing nothing. (Though that might have been part of it) No, he’d been fighting. Specifically against Ladybug and Chat Noir. He knew how her miraculous worked, and he knew it’s weaknesses. Most importantly, he knew that Nathalie knew none of that.

Nathalie hit the ground with a harsh grunt, but Felix didn’t have time to revel in her struggles. She cried out in rage and twisted her body to kick him in the legs. Felix fell forward, landing on top of Nathalie. She gasped, as he’d landed on her back, and struggled to get him off.

“Didn’t go as planned, huh?” He grunted, moving to grab one of her earrings.

Unfortunately, his attention was briefly diverted before he could. The library doors were thrown wide open when someone fell through the doorway. Upon closer inspection, Felix realized it was Hawkmoth who had gotten thrown out. Did Father transform? Where was Marinette?

Just then, Marinette jumped out of the doorway as well, still transformed and shouting for Gabriel to give up.

Felix’s thoughts were once again redirected when Nathalie bucked her body upwards, causing him to fall back onto the floor. She lifted herself to her knees a moment later and reached for her yo-yo again. Felix twirled on the floor to start getting up as well, but kicked her hand to stall the drawing of her weapon.

Nathalie drew her hand back and hissed. “Infernal child!”

“Only for you.” Felix shot back, pushed himself to his feet.

Nathalie was up a second later, and they got back to switching between chasing and hiding. She finally managed to unhook both of her yo-yos and started hurling them at Felix as fast as she could. Felix dodged them with the best of his ability, all the while jumping around the room for cover. She finally got one yo-yo wrapped around his left arm right when he reached the desk. Felix grappled for the desk chair in a desperate attempt to avoid being dragged back, but being a rolling chair, it only rolled back with him. Nevertheless, that didn’t stop him from using it to his advantage. Felix used the friction from his shoes to slow himself down right in front of Nathalie and swung the chair around with his free hand, smacking her in the side with it. Nathalie held up her forearms to block the blow, but flew to the side anyway. She slid to a stop, unfortunately still on her feet, and before Felix could detach the yo-yo from his arm, Nathalie yanked him forward once again and kicked him in the stomach.

Felix skidded across the floor, rolling to a stop at the office doorway. He sucked in ragged breaths to compensate for the air that had just been sucked out of his lungs. That was.. a decent move.

“Payback, brat.” Nathalie huffed, staggering back to regain her breath as well.

Felix lifted his head up to snap back at her when something made the words die in his throat.

“..My lady?”

Felix turned on his side to look through the office doorway, praying that he’d misheard something.

There Chat Noir stood, his cat ears flat against his head as he warily glanced between Marinette and Father, who had paused their battle to look at him. When did he get downstairs? Was Marinette trying to explain the situation?

“A- Chat Noir!” He called out. “Get back!”

He wanted Marinette to have help, but Adrien didn’t have the emotional stability to get involved. Father already had Ladybug’s earrings. If he found out who Chat Noir was, it would be nearly impossible to keep him from getting the ring.

Chat Noir’s eyes snapped to Felix’s, growing wide with surprise and worry. “Felix?”

Father followed Chat Noir’s gaze and raised a brow. Felix grimaced as he watched the gears turn in his Father’s mind, watched them click into place as Father realized how the hero knew where they were or why he seemed so worried about Felix.

“So.” Father began, turning back to Chat Noir. Felix couldn’t tell if he was delighted or angry. Probably a morbid twist or both. “My own son has been fighting against me.”

Crap.

“What?” Marinette and Chat Noir said in unison, though Marinette’s surprise was more directed towards the implication of Chat Noir’s identity.

“No wonder Felix decided to betray me as Le Paon. He must have been worried for your sake. It had nothing to do with this girl!”

Chat Noir furrowed his eyebrows. So much emotion was swirling across his brother’s features- hurt, confusion, denial. Felix could barely stand it.

“Wait..” He faltered, looking at Felix with a torn expression. “You’re Le Paon?”

“Don’t listen to him!” Felix begged, pushing himself to get up. He had to stop this. Adrien learning about Mother’s true condition was already a fragile subject in and of itself. Learning about Felix and Gabriel’s identities as the terrorists of Paris was bound to be too much. It would overwhelm anyone.

Before Felix could intervene, however, Father did the unthinkable. He detransformed. Right there. In front of everyone.

Felix couldn’t see his face, but Father’s tone was disturbingly pleased as he said, “Would I lie to you, Adrien?”

Chat Noir collapsed to the floor, staring up at their Father in horror. “No..”

“Adrien?” Marinette blanched. The surprise was a tad out of place considering the emotional turmoil that Adrien had to be going through, but Felix understood.

Unfortunately, so did Father. Saying Adrien’s name wasn’t merely for dramatic effect. He knew that Marinette and Adrien were friends in civilian form. That kind of reveal would knock her off her feet just long enough for him to detransform like he did.

Gabriel smiled at Chat Noir’s reaction, and Felix knew right then and there that he’d been played for a fool. This miraculous search was never about family. No father who truly cared for their family would smile at their child’s suffering.

Gabriel transformed again as Chat Noir was on his knees- on his knees! -and created an akuma. Felix jumped forward to stop it or get in the way, but Nathalie wrapped her yo-yo around his waist, planting him to the spot. Marinette was still too shocked to react quickly enough, so the akuma flitted forward, unbothered, and merged with Chat Noir’s bell.

“No!” Felix yelled. He jerked his body forward, pulling at the yo-yo string and pushing ahead with all of the strength he had. “Adrien, don’t do it! Resist him!”

His shouting finally snapped Marinette out of her trance, and she rushed to Chat’s side.

“Chat, it’s okay!” She tried to console despite the panic leaking through her voice. “We can get through this! Just fight it!”

“Against my Father?” Chat Noir whimpered back.

“Chat Blanc.”

Felix and Marinette held their breath when the purple outline appeared on Chat Noir’s face. Marinette threw one of her fans at Gabriel, but he easily dodged it as it twirled around the room to come back to her.

“Your brother is trying to decieve you, and your partner has misled you. I am trying to revive Emily, but to do that, I need your miraculous to do that.”

Chat Noir squeezed his eyes shut and drew his knees close to his chest, trying to drown out the words.

Marinette wrapped her arms around him. “Adrien, Minou, Kitty, please! Don’t listen to him! Come back to me.”

“Help me fight for you Mother, Adrien.” Gabriel persisted. “We can bring her back together. We can be a family again.”

“We can.. We can bring her back?”

Felix’s heart sank. “Adrien, no!”

“Don’t do it!” Marinette pleaded.

“All I need is your cooperation.” Gabriel promised.

A tear slipped down Chat Noir’s cheek, and his purple mask dropped long enough for him to look Marinette in the eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“No!”

“Adrien!”

Black and purple bubbles swallowed Chat Noir whole, and Marinette scrambled backwards. When the bubbles disappeared, Chat Noir was gone, and Chat Blanc was left sitting there. His suit was the same as Chat Noir’s, except it was stark white and his green eyes were replaced with a chilling, ice blue.

Felix tensed as Adrien slowly stood up and lifted his hand towards Marinette.

“My lady..” He said, forming a ball of light at the end of his finger tips. Felix didn’t want to see what that did. “Please.. stand down and give me your miraculous. I have to save my mother.”

Marinette held up a hand as well, but it was in a calming gesture. “Adrien, I’m trying to save your mother! I have the power to heal her, but I need my miraculous back!”

Chat stalled, proving he had some of his sense left. “You can?”

Felix jerked forward again, but Nathalie kept him in the same place. “It’s true! Gabriel won’t give us Ladybug’s miraculous back because he wants to use the wish instead of letting Marinette heal her by herself!”

Gabriel glanced at Felix when he didn’t call him ‘Father’, but Felix kept his gaze on Adrien. If Gabriel thought that Felix would consider him anything close to family after this, he was more demented that Felix thought.

Chat turned his ball of light to Gabriel. “Is that true?”

“Of course not!” Gabriel spat. “They’re lying! They only want the earrings back to keep us from the wish!”

“No!” Felix protested. “The wish has a curse to it! If we use it to heal Mother, someone else will take her place and become comatose just like her! M- er -Ladybug can heal her without that consequence!”

“Everything they say is a lie!” Gabriel yelled. “They’re only trying to manipulate you!”

“Adrien, you know me!” Marinette tried again. “We’ve been partners for months, confided in each other, and risked our lives for each other. Please, I would never try to manipulate you, Minou.”

Chat Blanc turned his ever-increasing ball of light from Felix, to Marinette, to Gabriel. His face grew more conflicted and grieved with each statement. They were all shouting at him and making it worse, but Felix couldn’t help pleading. He didn’t want Adrien to do something he would regret, and Marinette was so close to him..

Felix’s blood ran cold when Chat Blanc finally broke from the pressure.

“Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” He screamed, jerking his hand downwards. In his loss of concentration, the ball of light shot from his fingertips, slamming right into the floor. It broke a hole straight to the basement within seconds, but the decay didn’t stop there. The rust spread to the rest of the main floor, covering every inch except the steps, the library, and the office that Felix was standing in. The ground crumbled beneath them, taking Gabriel, Marinette, and Adrien with it.

“No!” Felix yelled, his heart stopping in his chest. His last fight with the slime monster flashed through his mind, when the debri and dust from the rooftop fell on top of him before everything went dark. How far was the main floor from the basement? Would Marinette survive the fall? Would anyone survive the fall? Would they live through the debri that came after?

Felix whirled around and swung his foot through the air, catching the yo-yo string and stomping it to the ground. Nathalie, shell-shocked from seeing Gabriel fall, fell forward again, and Felix took that lenience in grip to slip out of the yo-yo string and run for the opening.

Dust was flying everywhere now. He could hardly take a breath without coughing, let alone see clearly enough to find survivors. That didn’t stop him from kneeling on the ground and shouting for Marinette, though. She had to be somewhere. She would call up to him, perfectly fine, and everything would be alright.

So why couldn’t he hear anything?

Felix’s throat tightened as he screamed. He screamed her name over and over again into the abyss and didn’t hear a darned thing. It was silent, save for the occasionally crumbling of the debri below, and he was terrified. Where was she- Where was she? No, no, no, no-

“MARINETTE!!”

Panicked and sick to his stomach with worry, Felix shot to his feet and turned to Nathalie, who had just started to recover from his sudden escape. She was the only one left that had a miraculous. The same miraculous that might be able to save Marinette and Adrien if Felix could get his hands on it in time.

Nathalie barely caught a glimpse of his fist flying towards her face when he lunged at her.

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The room swayed in the darkness. Debri crumbled around her, yet it sounded distant, similar to an echo. Marinette drew in a breath, but immediately coughed it back out. The air was thick with dust, too thick.

She opened her eyes, hoping to make out her surroundings amidst the tan clouds around her. A large stream of light poured down on her from the gaping hole in the floor above her. Unfortunately, it was too clouded for her to see anything past the hole.

A voice floated down from above, but it was too faint to make out. She laid there for a moment, waiting to hear it again.

Nothing.

Marinette sat up despite her body’s aching protest and scanned the room again. A few chunks of debri were scattered around her, but she had thankfully been untouched, aside from hitting the ground, that is. She curled her fingers together, feeling the gaps and patterns of the metal walkway underneath her. Where was she? Had they fallen to a basement of some sort?

“Felix?” She called out, a mix of hopeful and concerned towards what she might hear in response. Did he get caught in the fall too? He didn’t have a miraculous to protect him like they did. What if he’d gotten seriously injured?

“Adrien!” She called next. It might not be the smartest idea, but akumatized or not, she wanted to make sure that her partner was alright. There was also the possibility that the fall broke his akumatized item.

Her calls were only met with silence.

Beep! Beep!

Marinette looked down at her miraculous, barely catching sight of the last feather leaving the fan before she detransformed.

Duusu fell into her lap, looking absolutely exhausted. “Sorry, Miss Marinette.. Keeping you safe from injury takes a lot of work.”

Marinette offered a smile and softly petted the top of the kwami’s head. “It’s alright, Duusu. You’ve done plenty.”

Cupping the kwami in her palms, Marinette pushed herself to her feet and looked around. The dust was finally starting clear a bit, just enough for her to make out the room she’d fallen into. A grated, metal pathway led from the piled debri behind her to a small, garden-looking area up ahead. A flickering light above revealed some sort of casing in the middle of the greenery, also untouched by the caved in floor.

Curious, Marinette wandered towards it. The sides of the case shone as bright gold under that flickering lights, and the glass on top gave a white glare, making it hard to see through at first.

It’s strange, She thought, to put such a large and beautiful case in a basement where no one will see it.

Why go through the trouble of making it at all? Was it simply not finished?

She cupped her free hand on the glass and peered inside. Whatever this held- if anything -had to be extremely important. The flickering light didn’t help her to identify anything. It only allowed her to gather bits and pieces at a time. Something white was inside.. An outfit? It looked like a manikin was wearing it. But then she noticed hair. Golden hair that looked exactly like Adrian’s. And the face..

Marinette almost dropped Duusu from shock.

“Emilie!” She gasped, not wanting to believe what she was seeing. Had Mlle. Agreste been here this whole time? Who keeps someone locked up like this?

“Well, Mlle. Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette whipped around, pushing herself against the case from reflex. Gabriel stood in front of her, somehow still transformed, and he had a horribly malicious grin on his lips.

The debri must have missed him too.

“Now you truly know all of my secrets.” He mused, gesturing to the glass coffin behind her. “But I see it has cost you.”

Marinette held Duusu closer to her chest. She scanned the room behind Gabriel, but didn’t see Chat Blanc anywhere. “Where’s Adrien?”

Gabriel raised an uncaring brow. “I’m sure he’ll find his way back to the fight soon enough.”

Marinette shot him a glare. “How can you say that? He’s your son! Don’t you care about his well being at all?”

What if he’s hurt? Or worse, dead! She doesn’t have her miraculous to bring him back this time!

Gabriel scoffed. “The sooner you stop resisting, the sooner he will be healed with the miraculous. It’s ludicrous to care about injuries when they are easily reversible.”

“He still goes through the pain!” She couldn’t help yelling. “What about that?”

“He’ll forget the pain.” Gabriel snapped back. “After all, it’s only temporary.”

Marinette grit her teeth, but when she opened her mouth to reply-

“You would think that.” A voice took the words right from her mouth.

She looked up just in time to see someone swing in from the main floor. Although she couldn’t make out the face, Marinette recognized the voice immediately.

“Felix!” She cried, relief filling her chest. He must have avoided the fall. And he had her miraculous!

“Marinette.” He replied almost instantly, pure relief leaking through his tone as well.

Gabriel scowled at the boy as he entered their vision. A black and red costume indeed covered his body, signifying the fact that he was the new wielder of the Ladybug miraculous.

“Where’s Nathalie?” Gabriel barked.

Felix pulled one of the two yo-yos off of his waist- why didn’t she ever think of having two yo-yos? -and smirked. “Safe. And out of your reach.”

Marinette smiled at the mocking comment, but Gabriel was less than amused. He sprang forward with a growl, causing Felix to jump back so he could keep the distance between them. Marinette remembered having to fall back to use her weapons properly. She always hated leaving Chat at the front lines, but long distance was her best vantage point when it came to yo-yos.

Felix swung both yo-yos in two perfect circles at his side as he moved backwards. As soon as he got the chance to pause in his movements, he threw the first yo-yo forward and latched it onto Gabriel’s staff, easily wrapping around it in a tight hold. Gabriel smirked at the supposed attack and yanked back on the staff to draw Felix forward, but Felix, expecting the reaction, immediately let go of the first yo-yo and threw his other yo-yo forward, quickly wrapping it around Gabriel’s arms and rendering them useless. He then dug his feet into the ground and pulled as hard as he could.

Gabriel yelped as he flew towards him, and with the new momentum, Felix literally swung Gabriel in a circle around the room. Marinette watched with wide eyes as the man crashed into a few debri piles. If she didn’t know any better, she might have thought that Felix had been using the Ladybug Miraculous all along. His movements were planned and meticulous. Even as he threw Gabriel back onto the metal walkway right in front of her, Marinette stood still, not feeling the need to flinch. It was glaringly obvious that Felix knew what he was doing.

“Give up.” Felix ordered, pulling the yo-yo string tighter around Gabriel as he stepped closer. “This battle is over.”

Gabriel, through coughs, looked up to sneer at Felix. Marinette thought he was going to go on a rant about disloyalty or vengeance, but, strangely, his head only cocked to the side slightly.

“Yes, I believe it is.” He replied, his voice bone-chillingly gleeful.

Marinette’s gaze snapped upwards, just behind Felix where Gabriel was looking. A white figure had appeared in the dust and debri, standing with their arm raised directly at her and Felix.

Her eyes widened.

“FELIX, LOOK-”

It was too late. The white blast of light hit the metal grate directly to their left, causing a destructive blast that pushed all three of them back. Gabriel took Felix’s imbalance as an opportunity to escape his bounds and scramble away from them. Marinette, however, groaned from the backlash of the blast and rubbed her head. Was there supposed to be a high-pitched ringing in her ears?

Through squinting eyes, she tried to search for a way out, all while fighting back a fresh headache. With Chat Blanc on his feet and fighting again and with Duusu still resting in her hand, Felix had no chance of winning this fight, especially now that Gabriel was free.

A hand gently grabbed her shoulder, and she looked up to see Felix next to her.

“Marinette.” He whispered, looking her over for injuries.

“Felix.” Marinette sighed in relief, putting her hand on his. He’s okay.

Felix glanced over at Chat Blanc, who was quickly approaching. “I need to get you out of here.”

Marinette’s grip on his hand tightened. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Yes!” Gabriel cheered before Felix could reply.

Maniacal laughter erupted from the man as he spread his arms out wide. “Well done, Adrien! Now, help your Father bring our family together again and get their miraculous!”

Marinette pulled Felix closer, preparing for the worst. If she was to truly die during this battle, at least his face would be the last thing she sees.

Chat Blanc, who had walked fully into the light at this point, stopped a few feet from Gabriel. His eyes bore into the man, blank and soulless.

Marinette’s hand dug into Felix’s, and they exchanged glances. Something wasn’t right. Before the fall, Adrien had been showing the most conflict and emotion she’d ever seen in her life, but now he looked.. He looked empty, hollow.. gone.

Slowly, Chat Blanc raised his hand again, this time aiming his blast right at Gabriel. “I have no father.”

A shiver ran down Marinette’s spine, and Felix sucked in a breath next to her. Whoever stood in front of them now, it wasn’t Adrien.

Gabriel staggered back a step, pure terror in his voice as he stuttered, “W-What?”

Chat Blanc stepped forward, the ball of light growing in his hand.

“Don’t worry.” He remarked, his tone completely devoid of emotion. “After all, ‘Pain is only temporary’.. Right?”

The ball of light shot from his fingertips, hitting Gabriel directly in the chest. Gabriel opened his mouth to scream, but the decay swallowed him whole before his voice could even reach the air. Marinette gasped, watching Gabriel’s ashes fall to the floor. Did that really just happen?

Chat Blanc stared at the pile of dust, not an ounce of regret on his face. Marinette noticed that there wasn’t any satisfaction in his expression either.

He looked up, locking eyes with her, and Marinette tensed. Felix leaned forward enough to put a protective arm in front of her. Chat Blanc, noticing the shift, glanced at Felix as well. Then he started to move towards them, his steps slow and dragged out.

“Easy, there..” Felix muttered, bringing his yo-yo forward.

Marinette held her breath. If he could kill Gabriel- gosh, he killed him! -then he could get rid of them just as easily.

Chat Blanc stopped in front of them, his eyes still focused on Marinette. She met his gaze, not daring to look away.

If you’re anywhere in there, Adrien, please..

Suddenly, Chat Blanc dropped to his knees, rattling the metal walkway. Marinette flinched, but didn’t back away. In fact, she found herself reaching forward. He looked so broken, so lost..

“Please..” He croaked, a single tear streaming down his cheek. “Save me.”

Marinette’s heart shattered at the words, and she brushed his tear away. “Of course, kitty.”

She looked to Felix, who nodded and stood up. He quickly called his lucky charm, and on queue, Marinette broke the bell around Adrien’s neck. The akuma fluttered out, and Felix slung his yo-yo forward to capture it.

“Oh, wait one second.” Marinette spoke up, grabbing his arm before he could throw the miraculous cure.

Felix gave her a questioning look, and she gestured to the pile of ash behind her.

“I have to get something.”

With a quickness, for Chat’s sake, Marinette hopped over to Gabriel’s- er -remains and knelt down next to them. She cringed as she reached forward, pushing through the uneasiness to move the ash around. It had to be there somewhere..

“Ah- hah!” She sat up, taking the butterfly miraculous with her. Master Fu had mentioned a while back that the miraculous were indestructible, and Marinette didn’t want Gabriel to keep his powers when he was resurrected. That would be like falling into a torturous loop of fighting, especially since Chat won’t remember anything when the cure is cast.

“Okay.” She said, jumping back over to Felix with the miraculous in hand. “Do it.”

Felix nodded and threw the lucky charm into the air. Marinette closed her eyes as the Ladybugs washed over her, allowing a small smile to spread across her lips. She’d always wondered what it would be like to be on the other side of this.

“Don’t worry.” She whispered to Chat Blanc, running her hands through his snow white hair during their last moments together. “I promise you’re gonna be okay.”

We all are.

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Seiji Takami

Okay, so I had this oc / fanon version of the Takami thief in mind that I wanted to share with you, but the canon thief Takami (who is a real piece of shit) was revealed to us before I managed to finish the smaller details. (I’m a bit salty over not having been fast enough to post about him before the leaks / chapter came out, lol. Hawks’ dad is such a dick.)

Like I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve made a few quotes with Hawks and his dad in mind - however, part of me felt hesitant to post them now when the canon version was revealed. People usually let go of a lot of headcanons and fanon characterisations once the canon character is revealed.

But darnit, I had a lot of fun making these and I deserve to have fun creating things sometimes too! So I’ve decided to just go ahead and post about him anyway!

Introduction under the line!

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This is Seiji Takami:

Name: Seiji (Just and Lawful) - What an ironic name. Age: 43 - He had Keigo when he was 20. Gender: Male.

Appearance: (+ abilities)

*Seiji is tall and slim, but has more muscles than most would think hiding under his clothing.

*His eyes are intense and golden, with pupils like slits.

*His hair is even more messy than Hawks' is. It's a very dark brown color, looking like a dark crimson when the light hits it right.

*He doesn't have wings on his back, but he grows feathers on his arms which extends and grows long, covering the flesh, until he can use them to fly. - He can't control the feathers like Hawks, but he can sharpen them. - He can make the feathers fall off easily and have them regrow just as quickly. This makes it so that he has a rather big load of sharp weapons at hand.

*He also grows feathers on his legs, up to his waist and he's got small tail festhers as well.

*His fingers are hard and birdlike and he’s got feet that are formed more like a birds’. He's got strong talons on both his hands and feet. - He usually goes barefoot when out on a "job".

Personality:

He is a little shit, not gonna lie, often being sarcastic and rather bold with his words. He loves to talk and can act rather flashy and arrogant at times, tending to antagonize those around him. He especially enjoys taunting his opponents whenever the oppurtunity appears.

While he can be ruthless, he is still caring toward the people closest to him. Even though he grew up focusing on putting himself first at all times, he’d still went out of his way to help the ones he called his friends. he is also very protective of those he truly loves.

Relationships & Story:

His relationship with Keigos’ mom is like that of friends(-ish) with benefits rather than two lovers, having gotten together more out of lust than love. They still got along and kept in touch even after the passion died out somewhat, hooking up from time to time. Then, surprise! Little Keigo was created! While Seiji wasn’t all that excited at first to becoming a parent, he still reached out to help with the pregnancy and to financially support them both. Once he actually got to meet little Keigo, he soon came to adore his little chick with all of his heart.

( ”It had been the first visit since the baby was born and as soon as his eyes fell upon the tiny form in the crib he was speechless. The little creature was just so.. small. Seiji carefully lifted the baby up, feeling fearful of his hands for the first time in years. Once the baby was settled in, he started whining, being disturbed from his nap. And as soon as those eyes opened up to gaze at him, big and golden, Seiji knew he was done for. He started rocking the baby- His son, cooing and chirping softly to him. Delighted when he got few chirps back. He really was done for. Seiji was going to love this person for the rest of his life. He'lldo what it takes to protect him.” )

Seiji kept a distance between himself and his son though, unable to leave his criminal life behind while the mother wanted to try and take on the role of a more lawful citicen. He would send them money and sometimes drop by to bring Keigo a gift. However, the visits became far in between. Eventually, Seiji got captured during a robbery (”- by Endeavor no less. He knew Keigo liked that plushie of him. His son always carries it around and hugging it close when sleeping. Man.. why couldn't it be any other hero?”) and he was locked away for several years.

( - During this time, Keigos’ mom fell ill. Keigo would do his best to care for her, working around the house and offering to help his neighboors with chores in exchange for some money or a bit of food. While going to the store, the car accident happens that has Keigo use his feathers to save the people involved. Which leads to the HPSC seeking him out, offering to support Keigo and his mom, giving her the medical care she needs. That alone had Keigo agree imidately. His mom on the other hand was hesitant until the agents promised her that they would make sure Keigo was taken care of and would get a good education. She finally gave in. - )

When Seiji got out, he went to see his girlfriend and son, only to discover that they’ve moved away from their previous home. He was disappointed, but not necessarily surprised.

Considering what to do next, he wandered through the city, only to look up and see the gigantic image of an upcoming Hero: A young man with golden eyes and big, bright red wings on his back.

What the actual hell?

( It would not be easy for him to reunite with his son - mostly due to him not finding the right oppurtunity to make the move and approach him, but eventually, once Hawks joined hands with the League of Villains, Seiji saw his chance and swooped in to finally make the attempt to conect with him again. )

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And there you have it!

Now, Seiji is the version I’m mostly going to refer to whenever I make a post with incorrect Takami Family quotes.

I will do my best to make things clear in the post of course, but to make things easier, here’s how I’m going to tag things:

When I use Seiji I will tag the post with bnha oc, seiji takami. Maybe even fanon takami thief at times

When I use / refer to the canon version of Hawks’ dad, I will use bnha takami, takami thief, like most others do.

#bnha #bnha oc #bnha takami thief #bnha seiji #seiji takami #fanon takami thief #bnha au #bnha hawks #keigo takami #takami thief #thief takami #mha #mha hawks #mha au #mha oc #incorrect quotes

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LoL Chapter 39- Periapts

Masterpost

A Wizard Hermits tale (AU, designs, ideas belongs to @theguardiansofredland)

How many hermits does it take to find protection amulets? And not bring home even more junk like a target run? And what do they do when the Guild of Gedeon discovers them?

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“Grian, those shoes are worthless for you- you already have wings!” Iskall waves his arms, exasperated by his shopping buddies. In the midst of the Redland bazaar, the hermits have separated out to find supplies they both need and could use. Iskall tones himself down as two Gedeons walk by, the entire area going quiet and watching as the council guildmembers march on. What are they doing in Redland?

“Yeah, but you don’t. You guys could use it though!” Grian buys the sandals without second thought, and without haggling for the price. Mumbo groans. They have yet to even purchase a protection or repelling item- or any amulet. He’s not sure if Grian understands saving money, and can only look away, across the busy, bustling bazaar to see who else is having better luck.

Hypno can’t help but play with the dowsing rods in his hands, only for xB to grab one rod before the two pieces can cross paths. “Those aren’t a toy, give me those things. Do you want to summon a storm?”

“It could be useful! A big storm to battle off a husk storm!” Hypno grins, before patting his hands against his friend’s shoulder. “It’s alright, man, we can grab some talismans right after this. But this is too cool to pass up!”

Together, with xB’s innate kipling knowledge of enchantments, they pick out a few talismans. Wards against harm and unfortunate thoughts. Removing the law of attraction, or at least easing it. Two of the talismans were mass produced, before xB advised Hypno that unique amulets were likely stronger, picking through boxes and glass cases full of strange, vibrant pieces.

But it doesn’t take long for xB to get distracted on his own. Reeling back when he sees it. “Whoa, I didn’t know these still existed! I thought the last of the moodium ores have died out!”

“But xB, we’re supposed to be looking for amulets.” Hypno mimics xB, but he’s grinning. “What even is it?”

“It’s a mood ring!” xB’s voice rises and falls to make it sound mysterious.

Hypno isn’t much impressed. “You mean the trinkets you get from the candy store as a kid?”

“No! Those were inspired by real mood rings. Watch this.” xB slips the ring on, and covers the pink, round cut gem and closes his eyes. Hypno snickers, watching for the stone to change color just because of xB’s body heat. His snicker fades, lip quivering as he feels globs of hot tears fall from his eyes. What the hell, why is he crying? Why does he feel so sad?

“You…” xB’s grin and a wiggle of his bejeweled finger is all he needs to see to know what’s happened. “Asshole! You changed my emotions!”

“No, I didn’t. You were already sad about something, I just amplified that. I also can smell that you didn’t brush your teeth this morning.” xB covers his nose, pulling off the ring before taking a deep, relieving breath.

Hypno isn’t sure what he’s sad about, but it was obviously there. He wipes away the tears, large droplets and streams down his cheeks. Ruining his cool guy attitude, just crying in some random shop in the middle of a bazaar. He looks around for something to raise his epic points, but becomes distracted when he sees three Gedeons roughing up a shopkeep, demanding some kind of council tax he never heard of. In fact, all of the bazaar is quieter than other times he’s been to Redland. As if a nightmare patrols with Sidero’s henchmen. Perhaps that’s what saddens him. Even here, the Council’s influence is felt.

Further down, nestled in an arcade offshoot, Ren, Jevin, and Cleo are in the middle of an intense battle. Not with swords or magic, but words.

“300 rupees.” Cleo declares, holding up the protection talisman. The sigilized stone dangles in the air, twisting and casting it’s armoring gaze out on the bazaar.

“800, little lady.” The portly merchant reaches out, threading his fingers around the cord and starts to pull it back.

“350, and you get to keep your fingers for calling me a lady.” Cleo lays her other hand on the hilt of her sword, smiling a demure grin, her sickly green skin stretching for him to see.

“Fine.” The merchant untangles himself from the fight and the amulet, grumbling under his breath as he takes the money from Jevin’s outstretched hand. “I dunno why people are suddenly buyin’ up all the protection amulets. There some kinda guild war about to break out?”

“Not exactly.” Ren snickers, before trodding out of the tent and back into the sunlight. If he were on Eremita, he’d stretch out and sunbathe, sunglasses perched just so that he can see the clouds make their own creations in the sky. His daydream is ruined, however, when he feels a rap against his rear, tail tucking between his legs.

“Hey boy, wanna get the stick?” Jevin teases, waving a snarled old staff for Ren.

The mixed-up mage isn’t amused- though, the werewolf in him does make his heart beat in excitement to chase a stick. “My dude, I’m not even a real werewolf. I just know I rock a tail and ears.”

Cleo shakes her head. “This is ridiculous. Who would waste 2000 rupees on some stick? These merchants are out of their mind. Now I see why Scar left his home.”

“That’s not just ‘some stick’ li-” The merchant stops when a flash of metal glints against the sun, backing up until Cleo sheathes her sword again. “I- it’s a shift stick. It’s a one time use, takes the holder back in time a minute. A do over, a chance to fix a mistake. Perhaps even more useful than any stone necklace. One of a kind, and for such… unique customers like you, I’ll lower the price to 1500 rupees.”

Jevin pulls out 5 gold rupees, before Ren and Cleo can say anything, and clutches the stick. “Totally worth it.”

“How do we even know if it works?” Ren isn’t sure if it does exactly what it claims to do. They may have bought the most expensive branch in the world, but Jevin refuses to let it go.

“We can ask Xisuma. He can check or something, he’s a smart guy.” Jevin shrugs. They have enough money, especially with how well Cleo’s haggling has gone. They could buy three shift sticks with the money they’ve been given, and still have enough to buy even more talismans.

The three wander along the bazaar, meeting with other hermits on their way. BDubs and Keralis show off an entire chest of shielding stones, while Scar is laden with more golden amulets than anyone. When Cleo presses him on how he managed to find so many unique and powerful charms, he only smiles. “I know a thing or two about the trade business.”

“Those are the dragon spirits on them.” Cub points out the twisting, dancing dragon. Without wings and the white pearl accents, it’s easy to identify which of the spirits is depicted. Ashtios, the Northern Wind Dragon. Another depicts winged dragons, finned dragons, sheared dragons. Fire, water, and earth. The spirits and sages that aided the gods to create the earth, and who provide median between the two realms. Nothing is more protective than a dragon, and they can feel the strength in the spell of each amulet.

Down the bazaar, the hermits jump at the sound of metal clashing and magic being cast. Followed by yelling, Keralis and Doc are chased from a shop. The shopkeep waves her broom at the two. “What kind of freak eats a bug in the middle of my store! Get back here you cretins!”

Doc’s gruff snicker is only matched by Keralis’s whimper. “But it was gonna help us. It was just a noisy locust.”

The two escape from the bazaar, disappearing into the crowds of Redland. BDubs points in the direction his friends just escaped, blinking away confusion. “Should we be concerned about them?”

“Keralis is with Doc, he’ll be fine.” Xisuma waves. “Besides, their grown men.”

“Looks like we weren’t the only ones who got distracted by other goods.” Cleo nods her head at the books in X’s arms.

Xisuma looks offended by the statement, and stutters over his breath to explain himself. ‘The-these are ancient works! They could have important information about dark magic!” He looks at the stick Jevin’s holding. “What kinda crap are we bringing home now?”

“We have flying shoes.” Iskall holds them aloft, Grian preening the white feathers flat against the golden laces.

“Dowsing rods and a mood ring.” xB keeps the metal rods far away from Hypno, who seems all too keen on starting up a hurricane in the city.

“And what we hope is a stick that can turn back time.” Jevin holds it up. “Otherwise I’m going to use this stick to beat that merchant for lying.”

Lucky for Jevin and the merchant, Xisuma can feel the magic in the whorls of the wood. “I’ll say, these are all pretty impressive. Useless for our cause but… temporal magic is difficult. Were all our rupees wasted on things we didn’t intend to buy?”

“Not the Convex!” Cub grins, hefting the smaller of the duo over his head, blue embers gleaming from their eyes. “We have enough protection amulets to destroy whatever Dolios got!”

Xisuma opens his mouth to answer, but another voice cuts through the air, his own faltering and fading against his mask. “Now what reason could you have to go against Magistrate Dolios?” All of the hermits turn, seeing a squadron of members from the Guild of Gedeon, red tassels that mimic the Council’s golden ones fluttering in the wind. Behind them, the broom wielding merchant sticking her tongue out at the hermits. “Wait a minute- I think I’ve seen these scum before.” The center mage points at Mumbo. “You beat me in the duel!”

Xisuma meets his gaze with TFC, both with their eyes wide. Behind him, Iskall rolls up his sleeves and snaps his gloves tight, ready for a fight. Mumbo’s fraught voice whispers out from beneath his mustache. “No one bought any smoke bombs, did they? Anyone?”

The guildmembers hear his words, and three magic circles rise. Mumbo shrieks and hides behind Grian. “Why did we have to send our two best fighters to Alphasgard?”

Wind blusters against the hermits, tearing flags against their poles and sending the bazaar into chaos. Grian’s wings open, flight feathers brushing against the stone walls on both sides of the bazaar. He beats his wings down, and a gale force wind sends the bucket-headed goons of the Council knocking into one another, rolling down and into the mudcaked gutter. “Alright, I think the shopping spree is over guys. Time to bounce!”

One second, the head mage is on his feet, the next he’s collapsed on the floor, snoring. Hypno’s wild purple magic circle twists in his hand, eyes blank and full of sleep while he searches his own mind. Digging through his dreams. The other two wizards slip their way out from the gutter, sharp spines of one’s spell driving forward like horns of a bull. But a dense fog appears in the midday sun.

It’s also bright blue. Beef turns, taking the sudden cover as his chance to escape. All of the hermits follow suit, though Joe remains a few paces behind to follow Hypno. “Blue fog that smells faintly of cotton candy...I would love to study your psyche and dreams one day, my dear friend Hypno.”

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sunshinecrashed · 4 years

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mmm how about drunk!amane with a shy reader? I’ve had this idea for a while hhHHH

ROSY CHEEKS

drunk!amane yugi x reader

summary: mom come pick me up im scared

word count: ~1.2k

warnings: alcohol usage (obviously aged up), a couple cuss words lol

a/n: BAHAGHAJHAHAH college au vibes

• ﹒• ° ˚ ° ⋆ ✧ ✧ ✧ ⋆ ° ˚ ° •﹒ •

You couldn’t have been more content than you were right now.

Fuzzy socks on your feet, brownies in the oven, and your favorite TV series playing on your laptop while you were curled up on the couch. Yup, that’s right.

Nothing could disturb your peaceful evening‒

Ding!

[amane 🤡]: Hiyaa 🥰

[amane 🤡]: 👁👄👁

[amane 🤡]: Hey hey

[amane 🤡]: Hi

You glanced over at your rapidly chiming phone, very, very confused.

Amane was in one of your college classes, and you both bonded over the span of a semester when you were paired together for a group project. He was the kind of... friend that you just clicked with naturally during school. You definitely annoyed your classmates with the amount of laughter that often came from you two. But out of school, you guys never really talked..

It’s not like you didn’t want to hang out with him outside of school, it’s just that your schedules got in the way, or you had some studying to do...

Or so you told yourself.

In reality, you were just nervous as fuck and didn’t want to ruin the dynamic you both had with your shyness.

As your screen cast a slight glow onto your face, you realized that Amane was now calling you. A call from him... at this hour?

Your heart sped up a little bit, and you answered him with a hesitant, “Hey?”

“‒shut up, she’s not my girlfriend‒ OH HI, [Name]! I didn’t think you would actually pick up!”

Your tension eased a little bit, and you said, “H-hey, Amane. Is everything all right?”

On the other end of the line, you could hear some muffled voices and some faint music.

“Hahah, um. About that.”

“Amane.”

Even through the phone, the sound of his laughter still gave you butterflies. “Uhh.. I actually need to ask you a favor?”

Pausing for a second, you questioned, “... Depends on the favor?”

“Well, hhaha, long story short; I’m at Yako’s house for her birthday party, and Tsuchigomori-sensei told me that I was a light-weight, so I took a couple shots to prove him wrong, y’know‒“

You blinked. And then, “OUR FUCKING PROFESSOR IS DRINKING WITH YOU GUYS‒?”

“Ahh! I know, I know‒ But it’s not as bad as it sounds!! Anyways,” He took a deep breath and hiccuped. “I was wondering if you could give me a ride, and if I could actually.. crash at your apartment..?”

By the tone of his voice, he was definitely preparing for some backlash from you.

He hesitated, before continuing, “...My brother locked me out, and he probably won’t let me back in until morning.. And I understand i-if you don’t want to!”

“It’s no problem, Amane. I.. know how he gets sometimes. Text me the address and I’ll bet right over, ‘kay?”

“R-Really?? Holy shit, you are a godsend!” You could tell he was smiling through the phone. Rolling your eyes, you said, “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you soon!”

And right as you were about to hang up, he purred,

“I can’t wait to see you..”

Your cheeks heated up faster than the speed of light.

-- -- --

It was only a ten minute drive over to Yako’s house, and when you knocked on her door, she promptly gave you a big hug (despite not knowing you very well), and told you to “hold tight” while she went and fetched Amane.

Getting him into the car was simple enough... but now that you were both out of the car, he really wasn’t giving you an easy time.

You had Amane’s arm slung over your shoulder so that he could lean on you.

There were the angry-drunks, the emotional-drunks...

And you quickly concluded that Amane was the affectionate-drunk.

He hiccuped while he leaned a little closer to you. “[Name]-chan, you have no idea how much I missed you..!”

You shuffled forward, a pink hue already blossoming over your face. “C-C’mon, Amane. We still need to get you inside‒”

“...mmh.. Why do you smell so good..?”

You froze in your tracks while Amane nestled into the crook of your neck.

“L-LET’S get you back inside t-the apartment‒!”

As you fumbled with the keys to your door, Amane just smiled in content, blissfully unaware of how fast your heart was pounding.

Finally, you kicked your door open with your foot, seeing that your arms were currently full, and you led the touchy-Amane to your couch.

“Stay right there. I don’t want to see you moving a single inch from that couch, Amane!” You pointed at him menacingly, making him snap to attention. “ I’ll go get you some water and a blanket.”

He gave you a cheeky salute and stretched out over the cushions, definitely making himself at home.

By the time you came back to him, he was already fast asleep, a light snore coming from him. You raised a brow and chuckled to yourself. It didn’t take much to roll him onto his side, prop up a pillow behind him, and cover him with your softest blanket.

Amane was out like a light.

“Sleep well.”

Giving him the tiniest kiss on the top of his head, you padded over to the arm chair opposite from him and built your own little pillow-and-blanket set up.

Night came and went with a flash, and before either of you knew it, it was morning.

First came a sleepy yawn. And then a shift of the blankets.

And when Amane’s amber eyes finally blinked open, he gasped and shot up so fast that he fell off of the damn couch.

“Oww‒”

“Amane?” You soft-as-a-feather voice questioned him from the hallway.

His gaze trailed down your form, as he realized that you had just gotten out of the shower. You were still wearing your lounge-wear as you dried your hair with a towel.

A blush spread over his face as he collected his memories of the night before.

“Oh my god. I am so so so sorry for all of the trouble I caused, fuck‒ I can leave now if you want‒”

You made your way around your furniture as you reached your hand out to him.

“Dork. You can stay here as long as you like, Amane.”

He hesitantly took your hand, which he mentally noted was a lot smaller than his. “Wait, so you’re.. not mad at me?” came his puzzled question.

You gave him a dead-pan look.

“Does it look like I’m mad at you?”

A small smirk grew onto his face. There was the playful Amane that you knew and loved. “Well, you’re certainly not pushing me away.

” He titled his head at you with a smile.

“I can stay here as long as I like, huh?”

You quickly let go of his hand (which you now realized you had been holding for quite a bit), and refuse to meet his triumphant eyes.

“I now revoke your privileges for staying over.”

“W-Wait no! Please, I’ll do anything!!” He whined, despite the grin on his face.

The corners of your lips quirked up and you both smiled at each other fondly.

Amane pursed his lips, furrowing his brows for a moment, before he carefully asked,

“Actually.. Can I take you out for lunch today?” He looked away, fidgeting before he continued, “Y’know.. Either as a date, or to repay you for letting me stay here..” He trailed off.

Glancing at your expression, he was pleasantly surprise to see you beaming at him.

“A date would be lovely..!”

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euphoricsunflowers · 4 years

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euphoric - song yuqi

a/n: i am big gay for her she’s so pretty wow. she’s also a sweetie pie we stan. this is my first time writing for any girl group stuff so… tell me if it’s good 👉👈

contains: lesbian sex, dom/sub themes (they switch a bit), bondage, lowkey a size kink

warnings: fem! reader. also i’m big tall so reader is big tall lol deal w it.

rating: R

word count: 1.4k

there was always this… weird tension between you and yuqi. of course, it wasn’t bad. she was always sweet and kind to you and you were always friendly with each other. every now and again though, she’d do something that made you feel things that you probably shouldn’t for a friend. you only hoped you could make her feel the same.

being best friends with soyeon did have its benefits. you basically had a free pass to hanging out with all of her friends, including yuqi. they all seemed to like you, so you stopped being ‘soyeon’s friend’ and became ‘y/nnie’ pretty quickly.

the girls decided to play a game of truth or dare, and of course, the lovely soyeon, who knew about your… complicated feelings regarding yuqi, took advantage.

when it was her turn to assign you a dare, she saw her chance, and she did not dare miss, “make out with anyone here in the hallway closet for ten minutes.”

now look, you could obviously just pick soojin and tell her that soyeon was just being a dick. soojin will probably understand and you could just wait out the clock until you’re released, but something inside you told you to do… something else.

“yuqi?” your voice was faint, but she heard it all the same, “w-would… you be okay with it?”

she blushes, but ultimately nods softly, and stands up to wobble over to you. she takes your hand and you lead her to the small closet. it’s even smaller than you thought when you step inside, but you manage to fit into the closet somewhat easily with yuqi. she’s quite smaller than you, so her head has to rest on your shoulder in order for you to both be somewhat comfortable.

“w-we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, soyeon was just—” you try to reassure her, but you feel something that makes you shut the hell up. yuqi’s pressing feather light kisses to your neck, and they make you giggle from the ticklish feelings. she keeps at it for a while and you think maybe that’s all that’s going to happen tonight until—

you let out a moan as she raises her leg up to create some friction against your heat, and you feel, rather than see, her smirk, “on the contrary, i think we could do something.”

she pulls at the edge of your hoodie, and you get the hint to pull it off, exposing your bare skin to her, “braless, hm?”

“oh you’re the worst,” you mumble, but she laughs. the ten minutes are up, seen by the knocking at the door. you rush to put your hoodie back on, but you’re both a bit disheveled and you both decide to abandon hanging out with the others. soyeon gives you a wink, but you just ignore her.

you pull yuqi upstairs and immediately you lean down to cup her cheeks and take in her taste like you were starved of it for months. and on some level, you had been. you’d been so focused on trying to keep yourself together around her that you never thought of how high you’d feel once you finally gave in. you pull back to murmur to her quickly, “jump.”

she does as you ask, wrapping her legs around your waist as you support her by holding onto her ass. she feels incredible to finally hold and kiss, so much so that you never want to let her leave your arms.

“please please i need more,” she mumbles, and you can feel the power dynamic changing from earlier. you smile at her, giving her exactly what she wants.

“whatever my baby wants.” you whisper in her ear, and she trembles slightly. you rest her on the bed before sliding a hand past her sweats, just faintly touching her over her panties. she whines loudly, obviously upset at the teasing.

“please y/n i can’t handle it—”

“yes you can, darling,” you say, but stop. she opens her eyes to look at you confused, “should we establish safewords?”

she blushes at the thought of ever going so far as to need one, but nods, “diamond. mine’s diamond.”

you think for a second, absentmindedly rubbing your hand against her, finally giving her the friction she needed, “mine can be… pineapple.”

she nods in acknowledgment, but she’s too lost in how your hand feels against her to really give it any thought.

she starts getting louder and louder and, though it’s hard to understand what she’s trying to say, you get the gist of what she wants. you slow down your movements and eventually you stop completely, as she pushes herself up to meet you in a kiss. she flips you over so she’s on top, straddling you at the waist. she looks so small and adorable above you, and you can’t help but giggle. she looks around, and for a second you think to question what she’s looking for, but then she mumbles, “stay still.”

she gets up to rummage through the drawer. you remember that this is soojin’s house, it’s not that weird for yuqi to know where she kept things.

you’re lost in your thoughts when you feel her weight holding you down again. she holds up a leather belt and asks, “is this okay?”

you nod. she pulls off your hoodie for the second time and you move your hands so she’ll have an easier time binding them. she ties them quite loosely, but it’s more for effect than actually restraining you, so it doesn’t really matter. she starts by kissing your lips feverishly, moving down your neck, taking her sweet time at your collarbone, and she finally reaches your breasts. she sucks on one of your nipples while playing with the other one between her fingers. she’s only sucking and licking around, moving back up your chest, before experimentally taking a bite at your collarbone. you strain out a moan, and scramble to say, “if you plan to continue doing that, i hope you know this won’t be the last time we fuck.”

she giggles mischievously to herself, “good thing i want to keep doing this with you, forever and ever.”

she continues her combination of licking, sucking, and biting, and at this point you’re struggling to breath. all the pain from when she bites a bit too hard feels euphoric, but there’s a special kind of ecstasy she’s yet to give you yet, “what do you want me to do, y/nnie?”

“y-yuqi, i need your fingers, or… or your mouth. please just whatever you’re willing to give me.”

“hmm, do you deserve it?” she asks, cutely pressing her index finger against her cheek.

you nod desperately, and apparently, in all the pleasure you were lost in, she pulled down your shorts, because immediately you felt a small lick against your folds that makes you flinch, “someone’s excited.” she murmurs, the vibrations and the feeling of her breath so close to you felt… amazing. it all felt so amazing.

“please stop teasing me,” you say, and she blows against your clit, making you jump, “h-holy shit!”

“i’ll tease you if i want to, my cutie. doesn’t it feel amazing? i’m so much smaller than you and you could probably get out of those restraints and overpower me if you wanted to, but you won’t, right?” you nod, “right, so be a good girl and stay still.”

you do your best to stay still, but your best is not very good. thankfully she seems to be in a forgiving mood because in a few minutes your moans get louder and your hands find her hair and move her head just how you need. you start to see stars as you’re pushed over the edge soon enough and she helps you ride out your orgasm before sitting up between your legs. she still has a innocent smile on her face despite what you both just did.

you move your hands down and she starts to undo the belt. you sigh from the pleasure still sparking through you, “here, give me a minute, i’ll take care of you too.”

she shakes her head, “save it for another time. there’s some water on the nightstand. do you need anything?”

“no,”

“then i’ll get going,” she says, and as much as you want to reach out for her to stay with you, you don’t, and she doesn’t, “this was fun, y/nnie.”

and then she’s gone.

#g idle #(g)idle #(g)i dle #gidle #gidle x reader #gidle imagines #gidle yuqi #song yuqi #song yuqi x reader

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thewingedwolf · 4 years

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Not Telling: A Study in How Much We are Actually Told About The Characters, Part One of Two

AKA that meta I started writing/promised to post fully a year ago and then never finished or posted bc I’m a mess. It’s being posted in two parts because it got a bit long.

So we all have our own idea of what the characters look like although many people believe the characters look roughly the same, with some minor differences from headcanon to headcanon. But what does the text itself tell us? The answer is...both more than I expected but also in keeping with Not Telling, not a whole lot at all.

I want to start this with a caveat that I kept very good notes on TT, ACoK, and TaT, mediocre notes on KoA and passable ones for QoA lol. however, it does give us a decent picture of what everyone looks likes. This is like 70% quotes and 30% extrapolation, but I try to explain my thought process on some of my conclusions.

Eugenides:

There’s a few instances that I remember reading (mostly in The Thief) that I forgot to mark but I know all of those dealt with his height and hair - that his hair is long, that it’s dark, and that he’s smaller than Pol and the Magus. So here we go:

“..the man wearing it was tall. Taller than I was, of course, but taller than the magus as well.” - Note that he’s talking about the one of the gods here, which indicates that

eugenides is very short at this point

the magus when compared to other people is probably pretty tall

“Scabs that were black against my prison-fair skin.” - Indicates that his skin has lightened noticeably since he was in prison although that’s the only indicator we get about what he looks like until literally the very ending with...

“He mentioned an Eddisian mother to explain his dark coloring.” - Which is exactly what I mean in Not Telling - we are told enough to have a clear blue print of him, but we are left to fill in the details of how he looks.

About his wound: “it’s taken a divot out of your face...it might heal clean.” and “I was quite certain I’d have a feather-shaped white scar.” - Note that Eugenides thinks this is a sign of approval from the Eugenides the god.

We get just as little in The Queen of Attolia, although note that this is the first time we are getting Gen from someone else’s point of view, instead of him describing himself:

“...his dark hair covering his face...He’d grown...he was not quite her height, but with his hair cropped short under his helmet, she hadn’t looked twice at him when she had seen him.” - that’s the only real description we get of him in the beginning of QoA before It Happens, and it’s from Irene’s point of view. There’s also several references to him looking “young” “naive” and “guilless” - young pops up about half a dozen times, and she remarks often on him being “a boy” and “half-grown.” Obviously part of that is guilt, but I did want to note that when we’re in Gen’s mind, he doesn’t focus on how short or young he looks, but when we’re in someone else’s mind, they immediately zero in on how young and small Gen is.

There’s a lot of descriptions of him after The Thing but it’s all involved in how sick he looks ie bruises showing against his yellowed skin, being so pale that his scar looked dark against his skin, that he’s lost a lot weight, stuff like that. It gives us the sense that he is very sick but no real indication of how he looks when he’s not suffering from fever and blood loss.

“His dark hair blended into the darkness behind him…” - first physical description in KoA

“The Queen was several inches taller than Eugenides…” in KoA during the dance scene

“His usually dark skin was so pale the scar on his cheek showed against the lighter skin around it.” - during the assassination attempt

“Costis was sufficiently taller than the king…” - I think this is our first reference to Costis being very tall, but of course nowhere near our first reference to Gen being short.

“His face was pale, his normally dark skin yellowed.” - My note has nothing to do with his look, but the fact that his skin is usually dark but is now both pale AND visibly yellow makes me think his liver was damaged by the assassin and that’s why it took so long to heal.

“He chose Mede coats with the long bell sleeves because no fighting man who’d seen the muscles in the king’s wrist would have underestimated him the way the Attolians had. His other wrist with no hand at the end of it appeared oddly narrow and delicate. Costis tried not to stare and found himself looking instead at the king’s scars. The long line across his belly was an angry red, but there were other marks: ragged tears around his knees and elbows, and lighter shining bands around his ankles that could only be the mark of fetters, as well as the various lines left by edged blows on his chest and arms, and one long one on his thigh. There were also a number of bruises, some newly purple and black and some fading almost to nothing. Costis wondered where they could have come from.” - WHEW long description for the first time and its all about Gen’s scars.

“...skinny and prison pale, incongruous with the clean clothes the Magus had picked out for him.” - Sophos’ PoV from AcoK. This seems to imply that Gen is usually darker than he is in the Thief - which we’ve been told before, that he’s darker skinned but stints in prison and a number of serious injuries seem to frequently make him look sickly and pale - but also that he’s usually heavier - whether that means, like Sophos believes, that Gen is normally not as skinny or that he’s gained weight since becoming Attolis is anyone’s guess.

“I kept going until I could see his face, see every detail—the quirk of his eyebrow, the twist at the corner of his mouth, the mark on his cheek, where he’d said the Attolian guards had once shot him when he was running away…” - Kamet’s description of him.

“I remembered him as a boy, small for his age. I found him taller, broader in the shoulder, much older than the intervening years would explain, with a hook where his hand had been—wholly changed, in fact, but for the scar on his face and that smile.” - Gen is finally like a normal height lmao, but also he’s gotten bigger in general, which seems to imply IMO that re: Sophos’ assessment earlier, most of the weight (and likely muscle as Costis points outback in KoA) is the result of his time in Attolia and not weight he lost in jail. But whether THAT is due to him like, eating more potentially or having a different fighting style/routine that is bulking him up, or just a natural consequence of getting older or a combination of the two is again, your guess.

Helen:

“By far the least attractive of the women stood up.”

“She had black hair, like Attolia, and her gown was red velvet...tended to stand like a soldier. The ruffles on her shoulders made her arms seem long enough to reach to her knees. Her nose had been broken and reknitted crooked, her hair was cut short like a man’s and curled so much over her simple silver crown that crown itself was nearly invisible.” - all Gen’s point of view.

“She was short and too broad to be called petite. Her father had been broad shouldered, Attolia remembered, and not over-tall. Eddis had a serious expression.” - From QoA, in Irene’s pov. It seems the shortness of Gen is something that runs in the family.

“She’s ugly...she’s short, she’s broad-shouldered, and hawk-faced with a broken nose. I would say no, she is not ideal...I’ve seen men fall on their knees and get to walk across hot coals for her after one of those smiles.” - Gen talking about her with the Magus. I feel like it’s relevant that Gen calls her “the least attractive” when he’s with her, but only “ugly” when talking about her with other people.

“You look a little vulpine yourself.” - probably more a personality quirk than anything, but I still wanted to include it.

“Eddis reached to touch her own crooked nose. ‘If I laughed,’ she said, ‘it is only at the idea that we make a matched pair now, you and I.’” - for both her and Sophos here. Love flirting in the form of pointing out your irregularities, girl’s got game.

“The queen of Eddis is as beautiful as the day and as brilliant as the sun in the sky..he chuckled and quoted Praximeles about beauty being in the heart and not the eye..” - obviously Sophos’ opinion is colored by his love for her, but STILL, he does offer a description that she’s beautiful, is immediately contradicted by Akretenesh, and then basically thinks “it’s not my fault you’re stupid as fuck.”

Irene:

“Her hair was black and held away from her face by an imitation of the woven gold band of Hephestia. Her robe was draped like a peplos, made from embroidered red velvet. She was as tall as the magus, and she was more beautiful than any woman I had ever seen.” - Gen’s PoV in the Thief. We have a hint of his feelings for her in the way he describes her, and also there’s her Hephestia cosplay as well.

“Her hair was held away from her face by the ruby and gold headband that crossed her forehead just above her dark brows. Her skin was flawless and so fair as to be translucent. She dressed as always in an imitation of Hephestia.” - Gen calling out her Hephestia cosplay lmao. I also notice that she’s specifically not just “fair skinned” like Sophos or other Attolians, she’s described as almost weirdly pale.

Sophos:

I KNOW I forgot to mark a scene where Eugenides describes Sophos in TT as like...fair or pink-cheeked or something like that but I’ll be damned if I can find it.

“They were both obviously well bred...I wondered if they were brothers...the older one had darker hair and was better looking.” - obviously the older is Ambiades.

“One member of the crowd, a young man with a broken nose, a lip twisted by scar tissue, and dirty clothes that combined to suggest a person of violent and criminal habits…” - good description that also tells us that Useless the Younger looks significantly different since we saw him four books (and several years) ago. It’s not just that he’s older, or scarred, it’s that he *looks* dangerous now.

“I was taller than Malatesta by inches.” and “I wasn’t heavier than [Hyacinth] but I was taller and bore him to the ground.” - both give us an approximation of his height, weight, and strength.

“I felt my upper lip and rubbed my thumb against the scar tissue. I could feel it distorting my mouth. My nose had a new bump in the middle of it as well.” - scar healing badly

“Measuring myself against [The Magus], I realized we now saw eye to eye.” - considering several references to how tall The Magus is (which we’ll get to), this means Sophos is incredibly tall.

“...my hair all cut away and ragged.” and then they mention they dyed it. Once they get to Attolia however, “A barber came in to trim and shave us, taking off the last of my darker hair and leaving it tidy, if short.” So it’s gone back to his natural color, but this implies he usually wears his hair long.

There’s also a mention of him eating a lot, which isn’t a physical description, but does, IMO, imply something to his size - like how many sheer calories a lot of Olympic athletes have to eat a day.

“I smiled until I felt the scar tissue tighten...I had never let him see what I looked like when I smiled: my uncle.” - ICONIC.

ALSO - Sophos is frequently compared to animals. These animals include a lamb, lion, rabbit, bunny, puppy, and then back to lion.

Costis Ormentiedes:

I couldn’t find any description of him beyond a few references to him being tall in KoA which either means that I just missed it bc I got to emotional over KoA (which is likely) OR we don’t get a real description of Costis until TaT which is an interesting choice. ONWARDS:

“He was a very large Attolian…” - Kamet’s first impression of Costis, yet again reminding us how big Costis is

“He was a typical Attolian: sandy-brown hair, a broad face, light-colored eyes. Altogether he had a simple, straightforward look to him, and he seemed perfectly serious.” - gives us a general idea of what Attolians as a people look like.

“He was large, as I already knew, and a soldier. He had the scars on his hands and forearms and the unmistakable muscles from swinging a sword day in and day out. I had no doubt he was good at what he did - he rather reminded me of an ox, very strong, not terribly quick - but I thought killing was his work, not his pleasure….he moved easily, so he was no veteran crippled’s in his country’s service, but he was too young to have done his twenty years - my own age, or perhaps younger.” - Lots of information here from Kamet. The ones that stick out to me are: moves easily, which means Costis has likely not even been minorly injured before, but he has scars, which of course means he’s had a lot of flesh wounds. The other thing is that Kamet instinctively knows that Costis doesn’t like killing - I don’t know if that means Kamet is a good judge of character or if there’s something about Costis, whether it be the way he carries himself, or something physically like his expressions, his youth, his eyes, that tells Kamet this, but it *could* be something physical.

Kamet makes several references to Costis being hot lmao. He uses the word “attractive” several times in several different chapters and others agree with this assessment.

“She sent him to the potter to see if he could use a young man with a strong back.” - more comments about how ripped Costis is.

Kamet

Couldn’t find any description of Kamet in QoA, and he doesn’t really describe himself in TaT. I’m worried I missed something, but this is what I found:

“Normally as warm-toned as myself…” - Kamet comparing his own skin tone (undertone?) to Laela’s.

He also describes himself as small and skinny compared to Costis several times - once saying his face is roughly at level with Costis’ chest - and mentions flogging scars on his back.

EDIT: THANK YOU FOR COMMENTS, we get this like in QoA about Kamet: “The slave’s almond shaped eyes and red-brown complexion set him apart from the Attolians.”

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Not sure how to end this but anyway that’s what we’re given for the main PoVs. Surprisingly, we get more description for Helen than we do for Irene, and barely any for Kamet. There were some things that I had misremembered - I thought Gen was described as “brown skinned” but instead it’s “dark skinned” or “dark coloring” and I thought he described Helen as ugly more than once, but it’s just to the Magus, when they’re discussing Sounis’ potential marriage, which is....interesting to me, and sounds a lot more like Gen trying to downplay his cousin so the Magus will fuck off, especially when he offers Agape as an alternative that is, notably, prettier and also holds significantly less power. I also thought Costis was described as “blonde” or “fair haired” like Sophos but instead he’s “sandy brown” and I think the idea of him being Blonde was a fandom thing that I just misremembered.

#the queen's thief #megan whalen turner #the queens thief #rani attempts meta

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birthday girl

summary: It’s (Y/n)s birthday so Gabriel does everything possible to make it the best day of her life.

request: Could you write something for Supernatural (maybe a Gabriel x reader) and it’s the reader’s birthday and he wants to do something special for the reader? This is my first time requesting something overall so I’m nervous lol

pairings: Gabriel x Reader, Castiel x friend!Reader, Dean x friend!Reader, Sam x friend!Reader

warnings: fluff, sometimes a little bit cheesy

words: 2219

a/n: this gif is soooo cute I love him :)) Hope you like it and have, had or will have a really good birthday xx

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

Small kisses all over her face wake the girl from her beautiful dream. She opens her eyes slowly and looks into a smiling face. Gabriel is leaning over his girlfriend, currently taking his lips from her right cheek.

“Good morning to my favorite birthday girl”, the archangel whispers with so much love in his voice, (Y/n) can feel it touch her heart. A smile forms on the girls lips because of Gabriels sweet behavior.

Finally, their lips meet in a soft kiss which quickly turns into a heavy make out session. Gabriels hand wander all over (Y/n) body, under her shirt, to her hips and eventually back to her neck. Reluctantly, the archangel parts from his lover and sits up so that he is still straddling her hips.

“As much as I would like to continue this, we will have plenty of time for that tonight”, Gabriel says.

Only now (Y/n) realizes she isn’t laying in her bed in the bunker anymore. Instead the bed is bigger, softer and almost feels like she slept on a cloud. With a confused expression the girl looks around, seeing a room she never saw before.

“Where are we, Gabe?”, (Y/n) asks slowly and sits up. Her eyes wander from the expensive looking wardrobe to her boyfriend. Gabriel is smiling innocently.

“Don’t worry we will visit Tweedledee and Tweedledum today too”, the archangel says and gets up from the bed. The answer to (Y/n)s question stays a secret until now. He lifts the tray full of exquisite and delicious food from the floor and puts it next to (Y/n).

“Only the best for my best girl.”

(Y/n) takes a bite of a strange looking fruit and her eyes widen quickly. It tastes delicious like nothing she ever ate. And the other food on the tray tastes as delicious as the first berry the girl ate so that the tray is blank after fifteen minutes.

Gabriel only eats one really sweet looking fruit, then leaves the bedroom only to return with (Y/n) favorite outfit in his arms. Even her favorite pair of shoes are in one of his hands.

“Come on, pretty girl. Your presents are waiting”, he says and hands her the clothes. Of course the archangel doesn’t leave the room to give his girlfriend some privacy because he already saw every inch of her perfect body.

After dressing herself under the hungry eyes of her angel, (Y/n) wants to leave the room but Gabriel stops her. He materializes a bandana and ties it around the girls head, covering her eyes. (Y/n) giggles and takes both of Gabriels hands, following him.

“Prepare yourself for the best presents ever”, Gabriel says confident but deep down he is concerned his present wont please his girlfriend. When they reach the living room he slowly takes off the cloth covering (Y/n)s eyes.

On the table in front of the two a few presents form a small pile. Next to them are a lot of bouquet of flowers. In disbelieve (Y/n) looks at her boyfriend because she can’t believe all of these presents are for her. Gabriel nods and gets a heartwarming hug from his girl.

(Y/n) kneels in front of the table excited like a little kid and slowly takes the first present. It’s rectangular, like a box or a book. The girl unwraps the present and stares at the cover of a book. A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare.

“It’s a first edition, personally signed by Shakespeare.”

(Y/n) opens her mouth but no words leave it. Carefully, she opens the book and looks at the first page which shows the pretty handwriting of William fucking Shakespeare.

I hope you enjoy my work and honor it like I would.

Ps: teach your friend some manners

W. Shakespeare

“Gabe, what? How? Wait, what does...Shakespeare mean with ‘teach your friend some manners’?”, the girl asks overstrained and stares at her boyfriend with an open mouth. Gabriel giggles before he answers.

“Well, I might have punched the poet in the face.” (Y/n) eyes widen and she gasps. “He talked too much, darling. Half of it made no sense to me”, the angel explains.

“If this wouldn’t be the best present I ever got, I would kill you”, (Y/n) tells Gabriel and wraps her arms around his body. “Thank you”, she whispers and presses her body harder against Gabriel. The angel starts grinning like an idiot.

After their hug they part and (Y/n) turns back to her presents. Her small hands slide over the colorful flowers and then she grabs the next present. It’s smaller than the book and after the girl removed the wrapping paper, a velvet book reveals itself. It’s golden, just like its content.

The girls eyes widen the moment she sees the beautiful necklace. It’s pendant are two golden wings which remind (Y/n) of Gabriels. She only saw them once but she remembers them as if she saw them yesterday.

“The necklace is made out of one of my feathers”, Gabriel explains and once again his girlfriend looks at him with shock. “Don’t worry it fell without any force or pain.” (Y/n) nods but still can’t react properly.

After some time (Y/n) can think straight again and thanks her angel for the necklace. With his help it soon lies around her neck.

“How are there still presents? These two were more than I can handle”, (Y/n) jokes but Gabriel only grabs one of the remaining presents and lays it in her hands.

The other presents are a dress (Y/n) admired through a shop window, another few books and sweets.

Just after the last present got unwrapped, (Y/n) turns back to her boyfriend and showers him with soft kisses all over his face. They giggle and enjoy the moment together. Preferably, they wouldn’t like to part but Gabriel has some other surprises for his girlfriend so he pushes her as gentle as possible from him.

At that moment (Y/n) realizes Gabriel is wearing something he never wore - a white shirt with a cute bow tie. Her hands wander from his waist to his neck and her fingers fiddle with the bow tie.

“You look cute”, she tells him with a smile on her lips and can see him blush for the first time they are together. Her smile forms into a giggle.

“Okay, let’s go outside”, Gabriel says and ignores (Y/n)s last words. They get up from the floor and slowly walk to the door. Not until the angel opens the door and a forest as well as lake appear, the girl remembers she isn’t in the old and boring bunker anymore. Instead she is standing in a small hut in the forest, surrounded by trees, animals and a crystal clear lake.

The two of them leave the hut and step on green gras. A few animals are walking around the lake, not minding the human and the archangel. Until a rabbit turns to the hut and smiles at (Y/n). A squirrel on a tree raises his hand to wave at the girl.

Once again (Y/n) is confused and surprised at the same time.

“Why is the rabbit winking at me, Gabe?” Gabriel laughs and snaps with his hands. The animals disappear, apart from the fish in the water. His girlfriend tries to smile but she is still disturbed by the weird behavior of the animals.

“Do you...Do you like it, cupcake?”, the archangel asks slightly unsure and lets his gaze wander to the ground. (Y/n) takes both of his hands in hers so that Gabriel looks into her eyes.

“I love it. I love you”, she says with the biggest grin on her lips. (Y/n) moves her head closer to Gabriels and their foreheads touch. They are still staring in each other’s eyes. Then their lips meet again and the beautiful forest is forgotten because at this moment only the two of the matter.

Before the kiss can lead to something more intense Gabriel takes his lips and hands off (Y/n).

“Let’s visit the Winchesters so we get that over and done”, Gabriel suggests and takes one of (Y/n)s hands. The next moment they are standing inside the bunker.

Sam and Castiel look up from their books and immediately stand up. The younger Winchester is the first one to greet (Y/n) with one of his hard hugs. The girls feet leave the ground and hand in the air. It’s almost impossible for her to return the hug but after some seconds she can wrap her arms around Sam.

“Where is your annoying brother?”, Gabriel asks and Sam tells him he is in the kitchen. The archangel swallows and runs to the kitchen. He told Dean not to go into the kitchen until he and (Y/n) arrive. Because his surprise cake for his girlfriend is there and Gabriel knows that Dean can’t resist any cake.

Screaming from the kitchen causes (Y/n) and Sam to part. The girl can give Castiel a short hug but then she runs to the kitchen. There Dean is getting presses against a wall and knife is against his neck. Gabriel looks as if he is close to murder the older Winchester but that doesn’t happen because (Y/n) lays a hand on his shoulder.

“What happened?”, she asks because (Y/n) knows screaming would make everything worse. Moreover it’s her birthday and she wants to fights during this day.

“He ate the whole fucking cake, this filthy rat”, Gabriel screams and can’t bring himself to remove the knife. His girlfriend does this for him. Carefully, (Y/n) takes the knife out of his hand and lays it on the table.

“Yeah, because it’s not like you can magic another one with a snap of your fingers”, Dean says sarcastically and with even more anger in his amber eyes Gabriel grabs the man once again.

“That’s not the same. It wouldn’t be made by me, not truly”, Gabriel growls and presses his teeth together. Then he takes his hands off the human and turns back to his love. His eyes look sad as well as apologizing at her.

In that moment (Y/n) realizes why her boyfriend was in the kitchen all day yesterday. He baked her a cake because he wanted to make it and not magic it.

“It’s okay, Gabe. You already made this birthday the best one of my whole life. The cake doesn’t matter even though” With the next word (Y/n) looks a little bit angry at the older Winchester. “I would have really liked to eat a piece of a cake you made.” The birthday girl raises her hand and caresses Gabriels scrubby cheek.

A snap fills the kitchen and Sam, Dean and Castiel are alone again. They didn’t even got their chance to give (Y/n) her presents. Cas seems to be the most disappointed because he got her a talking plant.

Gabriel and (Y/n) arrive at the lake in front of their little hut. The girl lays her eyes on a picnic blanket, food and her first edition drama.

“I though we could eat, read, enjoy the view and maybe make out a little bit”, Gabriel says with a grin. His girlfriend nods and sits down on the blanket, taking an apple slice and putting it in her mouth.

Gabriel sits down next to her and takes some flowers from the meadow, slowly weaving them into a crown. While (Y/n) eats some cookies, the archangel puts the colorful crown on her head.

“Show me how to do that”, the girl requests and for the next hour the two of them try to make more flower crowns. In the end (Y/n) is wearing a crown with sunflowers and roses, while Gabriel wears one with daisies and orchids.

Then they lay down and read in A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare until the sun sets and stars as well as the moon rise. The two of them stay where they are because it’s perfect how it is. Gabriel influences the air around them so that they wont get cold.

“You know what I never did before?” (Y/n) lays on her side and looks with love in her eyes at the angel. She doesn’t wait for an answer from him. “Skinny dipping.”

The first thing (Y/n) takes off is the flower crown, then her clothes follow until she is standing naked in front of Gabriel who is still laying on the blanket. He watches her and lets his eyes wander all over her pretty body which soon disappears in the water.

Gabriel stands up and takes his clothes as well as his crown off. He follows his girlfriend in the lake and wraps his arms around her from behind. Small kisses meet her shoulders and neck. (Y/n) sighs and closes her eyes to enjoy the moment completely. Gabriels hands wander over her skin, caressing every inch of her.

“Thank you, Gabe. That was the perfect birthday”, (Y/n) says and turns around in the angels arms, smiling at him. “I love you so much, my angel.”

The archangel places his hands on (Y/n)s cheeks and strokes her soft skin with his thumb. “I love you too, my favorite birthday girl”, he tells her and presses his lips against hers. Gabriel lets himself fall back and into the cold water, pulling (Y/n) with him.

#gabriel #gabriel x reader #gabriel imagine #gabriel oneshot #gabriel one shot #gabriel x you #gabriel the archangel #supernatural

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5, 9, 10, 13, 20, 21, 24, 25, 28, 30-35, 38-42, 44-46, 50, 52, 54, 60-62, 66, 71-74, 86-91, 96, 100! 😊

okay I literally have no clue how old this is and if I'm even taking the questions from the right post but here goes I guess? 🙈

5. What is your favorite Color?

PURPLE

9. How tall are you?

about 1,70 meters or 5'7"

10. What shoe size are you?

size 40-41, I think that's about 8 in US sizes?

13. What talents do you have?

uhhh good question... not sure if it counts but I guess I'm quite good at a lot if things but can't do anything extraordinarily well?

20. Are you religious?

Absolutely not. Due to family history and a lot of other things I'm actually against it a lot but people can do whatever they feel like is right for them as long as they don't harm others with it.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital?

Yes, quite a lot actually. practically grew up in hospitals as a baby because of kidney issues, broke both my legs with 4 years old, had to revisit for tests a lot during my childhood because of the kidney issue. it calmed down afterwards until I was back in hospital last year because of my terrible mental health and I'm currently in a rehabilitation clinic for it as well.

24. Baths or showers?

Shower's because we don't have a bathtub

25. What color socks are you wearing?

currently none, I love going barefoot, but usually I wear white, gray or black. I know... I'm a bad gay.. no rainbow socks (;ŏ﹏ŏ)

28. What type of music do you like?

you know.... I hate this question with a passion even though I love music so I'll just throw in my yt-playlist here and everyone who's interested can look through it to get a picture xD not sorted in any way and not a conclusive list at all, I just add songs as I find them

30. How many pillows do you sleep with?

mostly just one at a time but I've got two different ones. one is the normal fluffy kinda pillow, the other is made of some kinda foam material and rather thin.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?

I'm always lying on the side! have been doing that since I was a baby too.

32. How big is your house?

compared to what? 🙈 I'd say decent size for 5 people to live in, would have space for 1-2 more if rooms were used differently but definitely not enough to comfortably live with 12 or even more people like my family used to. we've got like 3 proper sleeping rooms (one of which is the attic so not very nice in terms of heat and the staircase is smack in the middle of the room), a kitchen, a dining room, a big living room, a tiny bathroom that barely fits a toilet and shower, and the basement is a mix of storage, electrics and stuff, washing room/utility room and it's got another smaller room that's been turned back into a small workshop but used to be the room of my brother and later my grandmother.

33. What do you typically have for breakfast?

I guess this is where it shows that I'm german but we usually just eat bread (preferably whole grain) with cheese or slices of salami or ..meat sausage? is that a proper translation? 🤨 idk... it's rather simple really. on the weekend maybe buns and boiled eggs. on the occasion that I'm too tired for it or don't have enough time I eat cereals but it's not very common when I'm at work/school

34. Have you ever fired a gun?

No, and I don't want to

35. Have you ever tried archery?

Yes!! I did last year when I was in the hospital and it was super fun! was quite good at it as well, even for my first try 😤

38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?

I think about 3 days? if we count "barely unconscious for a few hours" as sleep that is... otherwise no clue...my memory of the bad sleepless time is quite hazy lol

39. Do you have any scars?

yeah, quite a few tbh. got 2 huge ones from surgeries due to my kidney issues, well they look like 2 but it's actually multiple ones since they simply cut open party of the old ones again, tiny hooman apparently have very little skin. then I got some other ones here and there from accidents, general dumbness, etc, like when I cut through my sunday morning bun and almost cut half of the tip of my finger off because my mother sharpened the knife and didn't tell me or that time as a kid I couldn't wait for my ironing pearl pictures to be done and burned myself on the hot iron, mostly stuff like that.

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?

I mean.. if they're a secret... how would I know? ;) not sure if it counts that it took me months to realize I had a crush on my best friend and the feelings were reciprocated and I was too blind to see the signs?

41. Are you a good liar?

Nope. People actually think I'm lying more often than I lie... so.... :/

42. Are you a good judge of character?

I'm.. honestly not sure what this one means? like, am I able to judge what kind of character a person has after barely meeting them or smth? if so, I'm terrible at it

44. Do you have a strong accent?

in german? nope. in english? hmm hard to judge since I rarely hear myself speak. I think the stuff I do know how to pronounce is mostly okay but since I learned it through reading I'm simply unsure of a lot of pronunciations. 'also'.... I can not for the life of me pronouns that word no matter how many times I hear it... it's kinda become a quirk after some classmates pointed it out to me and I'm incredibly aware how terrible I say the word but.... just can't get rid of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

45. What is your favorite accent?

I.. actually really love the way my best friend talks? 👉👈 they're french btw. just... typical me for struggling to understand them though, already terrible at it in german too...

46. What is your personality type?

honestly, I don't think I can answer that. I'm big on self loathing and everything's pretty shitty so, no thanks

50. Left or right handed?

Right handed. but does it even count id I'm bad at doing things with that hand too? lol

52. Favorite food?

hmmmm tough question... not the biggest fan of food in general a lot of the time... probably Züricher Geschnetzeltes

54. Are you a clean or a messy person?

Definitely messy. my allergies did not like this post trying to clean and tidy up more often though. my depression does not like this post either

60. Do you talk to yourself?

sometimes. quite a bit when watching movies or if I mess stuff up

61. Do you sing to yourself?

barely. got a lot of bad experiences with that so i keep my singing to a minimum. my shower is a great listener though

62. Are you a good singer?

I was in a choir for a few years when I went to 'middle school' and I had like one solo part once but other than that I can't really say because I barely ever sing in front of people

66. Do you like long or shor hair?

this question is currently my absolute nemesis.. I've got suuuper duper long hair and have had it ever since elementary school and I used to be super happy with it and sometimes I still am happy with it but other days, depending on where I'm at genderwise, I absolutely hate it and I just want to take the closest scissors and cut it all off... currently haven't had the guts to look for new hair styles though... but in other people? or women more specifically? I love long hair 🥺

71. What makes you nervous?

Or the shorter question: what doesn't make me nervous... I'd say pretty much everything has got the potential to make me nervous. I'm an overthinker, anxiety is a big thing for me and ptsd makes me scared of almost everything. so.. yeah... sucks to be me sometimes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

72. Are you scared of the dark?

Yes, very

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?

I try not to but sadly I sometimes do, even if it's not my place to. I really don't like that part and hope I'll be able to learn not to sometime

74. Are you ticklish?

Yes and I hate it 😭

86. What are you allergic to?

again, easier question: what am I not allergic to... it's... a lot... like, really a lot. with the test on the skin of my arm I reacted to every single substance and the more thorough blood test lead to much of the same result. the absolute worst are birch trees (pitty, love those), then the usual pollen of pretty much every tree or flower, all animals with fur or feathers, dust and... yeah list goes on and on, you get the picture... :/

87. Do you keep a journal?

no.. have tried to multiple times in the past but never made it more than a week... too depressing to write and read... the therapist at the rehab clinic is currently forcing me to try a positivity diary for the millionths time, can't even get that done each day even though I'm doing it on my phone and get notifications to do it each evening...

88. What do your parents do?

making my life hell lol.. okay on a serious note, my father was a car electrician, he's retired by now, my mother is a housewife, she used to work different jobs before her first kid, later on she took care of my grandmother who was suffering from dementia, got some money and retirement points for that too.

89. Do you like your age?

I-... I don't know? it's weird because I both feel a lot younger and a lot older than I am rn....

90. What makes you angry?

another tough question... I actually have anger issues in that way that I'm barely capable of feeling anger... used to be worse but I already worked a lot on it in therapy so there's at least some there now... in the past I simply started to cry and felt overwhelmed by sadness whenever I was supposed to feel anger... so I can't tell very well what makes me angry because I first have to realize that I'm feeling anger or more like should be feeling it....

91. Do you like your own name?

Not really, no, but I guess I finally figured out some reasons why.. I've recently started going by a bit of a different name too but only my closest friends know so far and I'm not sure if I'll be using it irl at all..

96. How did you get your name?

I'm still trying to get my mother to admit that she named me after this song but she keeps denying it.. she's a fan of this band so it would have fit.. but she keeps saying she just liked the name, no long thought process behind it..

my chosen name is a bit of a different story. an ex friend I got to know through yt gave me that nickname almost 10 years ago after I complained that you can't make a shorter nickname out of my birthname and it's also the name of s character I like, especially his voice, and... idk it just feels more gender neutral and I simply feel comfortable with it. it just fit.

100. Color of your room?

same as question 5: Purple 🥰 or... well half the walls are purple, the other half is white

phew... can't believe I made it through all of these....

in case people haven't noticed yet, I'm currently kinda getting back into tumblr? I think I've already stayed a lot longer than any times I tried getting back before. it mostly started because we've got super bad wifi at the clinc I'm at rn and reddit takes up waaayy too much mobile data and... idk, I guess I just missed the vibe of tumblr

I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stick around but we'll see

#ask game #answered #I really really do not have any clue how long this has been sitting in my inbox...#the og post was somewhere around december if I saw that correctly (๑•﹏•)#oopsie...#just hope posting goes through snd my 3 hours of hard work weren't for nothing....#edit; posting worked but tumblr messed up the formating...#I'm not gonna bother fixing that because it's late and I need sleep 😭

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more-miserables · 4 years

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Ooookay, so my friend @cubeswhump got me into this corner of the whump community, and I’m pretty hooked. So I thought I’d give it a go myself. This is my first time writing for the whump community (mostly anyway, I was in another make-your-OCs-suffer community) so I’d be grateful for feedback and suggestions. Let me know if I get shit wrong.

Also Cube told me I should tag @albino-whumpee (hello, I really love your work and art, and I’m super nervous to post this lol)

Warnings for dehumanizing language, institutionalized slavery, boxboy universe, implications of past self-harm, implications of drugging, lots of messed up stuff, you guys know.

He thought it was an American thing. That’s where all the original stories seemed to come from. He remembered his parents’ fancy dinner parties when he was little, how all the posh folk had nattered on about what a great idea it was. A cheap, lifelong companion who would bow to your every whim. They must’ve been delighted when the idea spread across the globe, making its way across Europe and to England. He didn’t doubt his parents’ friends all had a boxboy/babe now. Maybe his parents did too; he wouldn’t know.

He never thought he’d need to go near the WRU. It wasn’t like he could ever afford one of their “pets.” But it was his only other option now, it was that or gash his wrists. He’d been fired from work, was failing university classes he was too anxious to go to and too depressed to care about, and completely alone in a grotty flat he couldn’t afford, estranged and cut off from his whole family because he was such a bloody pathetic loser. Not that they’d ever been too fond of him, but that hardly mattered now.

He’d seen the WRU adverts. They said they could cure your mental illnesses. They didn’t give much detail, but since his only other solution was death, he figured he didn’t have much to lose. He was longing to get rid of that awful tight feeling in his chest, the heavy fog of numb misery. They’d train you up and send you off to work, and you’d be treated like family in return. Honestly, he wanted a family far more than he wanted his anxiety and depression treated. A real family who hugged and kissed you, not a coldly indifferent, violent one like his own. He wanted to be loved.

He took a deep breath and walked up to the heavy wooden doors of the WRU.

***

“This one is very unstable. Scars all over his arms. That’ll lower his value. Reacting very badly to training so far. We can’t risk sending him off alone.”

“If we train him up as a Domestic, we can bond him to a more docile Companion. We can advertise them as good value if their owner doesn’t want to pay for scar reduction treatment. The Domestic doesn’t necessarily need to be pretty. And they’re both firsthands.”

“Do you have a Companion in mind?”

“Indeed.”

***

“Are you cold?”

“Shh. We can’t talk until our new owner gets here.”

“I’m whispering.” The bigger of the two boys wriggled around again, his back pressed up against the cold wood of the tight little box. The smaller one was squished in, their bare chests touching, shivering in unison in the chilly winter air. The box wasn’t doing much to protect them from the elements. Not that One expected that, of course. And he was lucky to have Two huddled up beside him to keep warm. Most pets travelled alone.

“You’re shivering,” One whispered persistently, trying to wriggle around in the tiny space to wrap his arms around Two. Since they shared a code number (156011) and attempting to remember their before-names hurt, they’d been One and Two ever since they’d met at training, when they’d been chained together by the neck and told they’d remain that way. Using the loo had been terribly embarrassing for the first few days - One winced as his temple throbbed. He wasn’t supposed to remember. That was bad.

He felt Two’s hands at his temples, stroking gently. “You think too much,” he said. “We just have to do as we’re told. That’s all.”

One sighed and thought it better to keep his mouth shut, resting his chin on the top of Two’s head. Two’s curly black hair was newly washed and soft as duck-down.

Time dragged on and on, endless in the darkness. It was freezing cold, but the air in the box was thick and breathing was difficult. One’s limbs twitched restlessly, longing to stretch. He wanted to whisper again, but he didn’t want to worry Two. He knew Two had plenty of worries when it came to him as it was. Their training had been far longer than most because of him. He’d been wilful and stupid and refused to learn. And still Two was never angry, never frustrated. He cried when One cried, held him when the sleeping drugs wore off and the vivid nightmares broke through, helped ease him out of bed when he was too hurt and sedated to stand. One knew he was supposed to be equally loyal to their new master, but deep down One didn’t think anyone could ever match Two for his affections.

PAIN. Bad thought bad thought bad thought...

They must’ve slept for a while, because they woke stiffer and colder than ever, clutching each other in alarm as the box lurched to the side. They could hear a chorus of female-sounding grunts and groans, and a male voice barking irritably at her to hurry up and get the dratted thing inside before he froze. Two squeezed One’s arm meaningfully. “Smile,” he breathed into One’s ear, feather-light and almost inaudible. One stretched his lips apart obediently.

“Open it then, girl!” The man’s voice again. It was old and raspy, but very posh and plummy. It sparked something in One’s memory - a bad memory, because it made his head throb again. He clenched his teeth and fought to hold a smile as the lid was finally lifted off and light flooded inside. It hurt after hours of darkness, but the pets knew it was unattractive to squint.

“Oh my! I didn’t know you ordered a pair!”

“You know I needed two of them. A Combination wouldn’t be able to get everything done around the house while taking care of me. Get them out, Ivy, what’s the matter with you?”

They stood up obediently, still chained at the neck. A middle-aged woman with a straggly ponytail and a very old man in a wheelchair were staring hard at them.

“Ivy, take the chain off, I have their collars for them. I don’t want you two joined together during the day, it’s not practical, but you’re to be chained together at night. I know the Domestic is a flight risk. You’d better call me Mr Stanley,” the old man said. He beckoned to Two as soon as the chains were off. “Come here, you. You’re the Companion?”

“Yes, Mr Stanley,” Two said, going to him obediently. One stiffened. This was the first time he’d been apart from Two in... he didn’t know. As long as he remembered.

Mr Stanley leaned right out of his wheelchair to examine him, nodding approvingly at Two’s smooth full cheeks, large brown eyes and his thatch of black curls. “Lovely little thing, but you’re very small. Will you be able to do the heavy lifting?” Stanley asked, sucking his teeth at Two’s petite frame and dainty 5’2” height.

“I’m stronger than I look, Mr Stanley. And One could help me if needs be.”

“Who? Oh, that one. Very nice. Position one.” Two got into the right placement immediately, feet apart, arms loose. In the background One did the same, just in case. Mr Stanley smirked. “Good. Now, I spent a good deal of money on you two,” he said. “I don’t want any funny business. If I think you’re slacking for a second I can send you back to be refurbished. You don’t want that, do you?”

They shook their heads in perfect unison, as if they’d practised.

“I’m pleased about that,” Mr Stanley said grimly, fixing an extravagant sparkly blue collar onto Two with his own shaky hands. “There you go now. My, you’re a pretty little thing.”

“Thank you, sir. I look forward to assisting you any way I can,” Two said, smiling angelically.

One watched morosely, wishing he could be as good at this as Two. He’d never have thought to say something like that, something the owners just ate up. Everyone had always told One that he held Two back in their training.

Pain again. Stop remembering things.

Mr Stanley continued fussing over Two, telling him all his duties and discussing his health problems at length. He tossed One’s collar to Ivy. “You can do his, Ivy. Fasten it tight.” It was plain brown, made of cheap scratchy nylon.

Ivy approached One warily, like she thought he might bite, sucking her teeth. “Stanley, couldn’t you pay for scar treatments?” she called, fastening One’s collar as quickly as possible. She actually shuddered when her fingers touched the icy skin of his neck, jolting backwards. “It’s turning my stomach.”

One could feel his cheeks starting to burn. No no no! Blushing was bad, any sign that you were feeling embarrassed was insulting to your owner! He had to fight not to hide his arms behind his back. He didn’t really remember how he got those scars. He’d tried to once, back in training, but it made his head hurt so much that he went dizzy and puked all over the floor. Two had held One’s unruly red hair out the way and rubbed his back. He’d be a great Companion.

One hadn’t tried to remember anything about the scars since, but sometimes - when he was really miserable - he suddenly felt like there should be a new one.

Mr Stanley scoffed. “Don’t be so pathetic, Ivy. I clearly didn’t pick that one for his looks, you know I never cared for redheads. He’s going to be holed up in the kitchen, I don’t give a damn what he looks like - and I’m not shelling out even more money to get him sorted. I’m only going to be seeing this one regularly, and he’s perfect.” His wrinkled face creased into a smile, eyes sparkling. He looked so proud of Two - and One suddenly felt something hot and ugly in his chest. He was envious. He didn’t like anyone else being around Two, not when they’d spent so much time together. Literally tethered to one another.

But this was his owner. A much more intense pain shot across One’s forehead, so powerful it was a struggle to remain in position one. The edges of his vision were fuzzy and red when the pain finally subsided, but he managed not to sway.

“I suppose I should give you a name,” Mr Stanley said to Two, tapping his nose like he was playing with a baby.

“We’d be very grateful for names, sir,” Two said eagerly.

“Ah, you’re a sunny little thing! Well, I’ll tell you what. You know what my surname is, boy? Yates. That’s me, Stanley Yates. And to show you’re a part of this family now, as long as you promise to be a good boy, I’d like you to be called Yates. Understood?” Mr Stanley said.

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much. I’d be honoured,” Two - no Yates, don’t quibble with the owner’s name choice - said, smiling. Then he looked over his shoulder. “Will One be Stanley, sir? Or will we both be known as Yates?”

One looked at Tw-Yates adoringly. He wanted him to be included in the family, just like those adverts had said. A family One never had, though he couldn’t remember why now. He couldn’t remember lots of things.

Mr Stanley peered over at One, sniffing disdainfully. He shook his head at the criss-cross of scars on One’s arms, of the thousands of freckles across his cheeks and arms and shoulders, at his baby-faced innocence coupled with a glint of defiance in his eyes, buried deep down after the training, but still present. Stanley’s eyes came to rest on One’s mop of fine red hair, sticking bolt upright and fluffing out all over the place like a dandelion clock. His hair seemed to defy gravity, both sticking upright and flopping in his face all at once.

“You can be Ginger,” Stanley said shortly.

And Ginger had to smile and thank him, because now he had a name and he needed to be grateful. He should always be grateful. Of course Stanley would like Yates best; Yates was perfect. Ginger was the scarred one, the one that reduced their value. The ugly one who stayed in the kitchen. He shouldn’t expect anything more. He shouldn’t ever think about how much easier it would be to not live anymore - he didn’t even remember where he got that idea from.

#my ocs #yates and ginger #male whump #dubcon tw #abuse tw #box boy whump #self harm tw #bonded pair #emotional abuse tw #my writing #bbu #wru #box boy #box boys #male whumpee #multiple whumpees

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rufousnmacska · 4 years

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As I started writing the first request (Dorian saving Manon from the Matron), it took an unexpected turn. The only way I could see it progressing was if I incorporated the second request (Dorian defeating Maeve/Erawan) into it. Except with a few changes. I hope this is okay, and that the anons who sent the requests like this fic!

Many thanks to @itach-i for helping me talk through this! And thanks to her and @propshophannah for the tons of hc variations on Dorian saving Manon from the Matron lol!

Beware. This one is full of angst.

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The Raven and the Queen - Part 1

Circling above the dark stone keep, Dorian struggled to hold his magic in check. Not his shifter magic, as there was no threat that he’d suddenly transform back into a human and fall from the sky. It was the killing power that he gripped with invisible hands, trying to keep it under control until the right moment. If he unleashed it now, it might bring down the entirety of Blackbeak Keep, and take Manon with it.

His raven’s cry pierced the chilly fog and he hoped she might hear it. Hoped she would recognize it and know he was coming for her. If he could imitate Abraxos, and if it wouldn’t draw the Matron’s coven down on him, he’d have roared in the wyvern’s voice. Any kind of sign to let her know she wasn’t alone.

Another long arc across the sky brought him to the edge of the forest where he perched in the uppermost limbs of a tree. The keep’s layout was clear to him now, along with the magic used to shield it. He’d teased out the threads of power in it and could fly through it easily. No sentry had given an alarm, no one had even looked out a window in his direction. Having memorized the interior map drawn by a lesser Blackbeak witch, Dorian had a good idea of where she was held. The dungeon was too obvious.

Petrah, in her mystical way of sensing things she had no business knowing, had suggested he look in the upper levels. Her scouts hadn’t been able to give details, but the Blueblood seemed certain that the Matron would not treat Manon as a normal prisoner.

Dorian wished with an aching heart for the Thirteen. With Asterin and the others by his side, this rescue would be fast and easy.

But they were gone. Besides, if they were here, none of this would have happened. Their absence was the only thing capable of leaving Manon vulnerable enough for the Matron’s scheme to unfold.

Glennis told him of their sacrifice to save the people and armies surrounding Orynth. How, afterwards, they’d thought the Matron had also perished in the yielding. But then, Abraxos returned from where they’d gone to mourn, frantic and alone. They’d thought the brief respite from fighting was the enemy regrouping, planning new attacks without its witch mirrors. Too late, they realized one of those plans was for the Matron to take Manon. Why the witch didn’t kill her granddaughter outright, as she’d threatened so many times before, no one knew. Ironteeth and Crochan scouts tracked them here, but they were unable to penetrate the keep’s magical defenses to save their queen. Some had not returned.

After Erawan was defeated by Yrene’s magic and Elide’s quick thinking, and after Maeve had vanished into dust, Glennis had found him and explained. Only Chaol’s steady voice, imploring him to wait, to heal, and plan, had kept him from flying here immediately.

Dorian shivered, as much to shake the drops of mist from his feathers as the thought of what that hag was doing to Manon. If he’d been human, he would have reached for his neck. For that ring of scarred skin that still gave him twinges of pain for no reason. As it was, he itched the spot with a sharp talon. But there was no relief.

Springing off the branch, he took to the air and flew towards a dark window at the bottom of the smaller of the two towers. The Matron’s was the largest, but Manon and the Thirteen had occupied the one next to it. That would be the first place he looked.

*****

Earlier…

The room was pitch black. A thick, swirling darkness. She didn’t know how her captors kept the sunlight out. Not so much as a sliver of light came through the spot where the window was. Or should be.

Maybe she wasn’t even in her room. But where, then?

There was no putrid smell, no freezing, damp air to suggest the dungeon. The only cold she felt was whatever chained her. And the only scent she could make out was…

Nothing. No scents. No sounds. No light.

Carefully, unsure of what she might find, she felt around herself, fingers brushing the stone floor in a wide circle. This felt familiar, as if she’d done it before. Many times before.

And like all the other times, there was nothing.

Where was she? Who was she?

She stopped moving at that last question. Why would she ask herself that? Had the pain robbed her of so much that she didn’t know her own name? Her head throbbed. Perhaps that was the cause of her memory lapse. She forced herself to concentrate, and some scrap of identity became clear.

She was a queen.

But, a queen of what?

*****

The Thirteen’s tower was not tall, but it was wide, with a maze-like quality that made him silently curse. The witch who drew the map warned him that her knowledge was limited. Not many witches were allowed in the tower.

Poking his head around a corner, his rodent nose sniffing the air at every turn, Dorian made his way slowly through a hallway he hoped would lead to the stairs. If it didn’t, he’d have to turn around and search a different corridor. His heart pounded with every second lost.

A dead end greeted him as he made his way around a long curve in the hall. He almost swore again but his attention was captured by the stench. It came from a closed door. Panicking, he shifted into his human form and turned the handle. In the far corner, bodies were piled high enough to reach the window. Bile rose in his throat, and he gagged it back.

He got as close as he dared and after a few moment’s inspection, confirmed they were witches. Blackbeaks. How long they’d been here, he couldn’t tell. They looked… desiccated. Sucked dry and hollowed out. The how was as strange as the why. Why would the Matron kill her own witches if she was relying on them to protect her? She was brutal and unstable, but this seemed senseless.

Shifting back into a mouse, he left the room and its reek of death, and ran back to find a different route up. Another hallway, another corner and ahead, he spotted the narrow stairway. It would curve its way to the top of the tower, with only a handful of floors branching off from it.

It was here that two very different smells hit him. Both familiar and strong. Both threatened to undo him.

*****

Earlier…

Her eyes opened again to total darkness. Had she slept? She felt rested, and oddly energized. Lighter. Powerful.

As she reached out to touch her surroundings, she screamed.

Her fingers burned, the pain like living flame coursing through her.

She tried to rest the backs of her hands on her knees, but that did nothing to relieve the pain.

“Here. Let me help you.”

The voice was low and seductive. Female.

Before she could agree, the pain dissipated. The pain in her head was gone too, though it had been drowned out by her hands.

She sighed with relief, and tried to speak. But the words came out in a croak. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a queen. Like you.”

She reached forward to where she thought the voice came from, but found nothing. No scents. No sounds. No light.

“Where are you?” The question sent a shiver of pure fear through her. The instant it was asked, she regretted it and didn’t want to hear the answer.

“I am inside you.”

*****

The stench of valg was going to make Dorian vomit this time. He didn’t know how that would manifest in his raven form. Either way, the nausea was real. As was the pounding in his head, the terror making him wish he could fly faster. His fear wasn’t just from what he might find, but whether he’d have enough magic to do anything about it.

After his magic was partially depleted creating the lock, he had to be careful. The days of unending power were over. Without it, he had no way of saving Manon.

The odor, terribly enhanced in this form, was pouring down the stairs from the next floor. Underneath the rankness, he could just make out Manon’s scent, soft and warm and alive.

There was death wafting in the air too. This time, fresh and bloody.

At the top of the stairwell, blocking the hallway, a body lay crumpled, blue blood puddling around it. The head sat a few feet away, its white streaked hair just out of reach of the mess.

Apparently, the Blackbeak Matron was no longer needed by whatever valg now tormented her granddaughter.

A moment of anger, of missed opportunity, filled him, and he had to remind himself, there were worse monsters he needed to face now. The Matron was dead, and good riddance.

*****

Earlier…

Her eyes opened to fathomless darkness. Like before, she had no concept of time and how much may have passed. Unlike before, her mind had not been emptied of memories upon waking.

She was still confined in a place of no scents, no sound, no light. That’s how she’d come to think of her existence. A vast nothing distinguished only by periods of pain and unconsciousness.

Until…

“I am inside you.“

She was not alone. Or, maybe she was. Maybe the voice was split from her own somehow. Her, and not her.

“What is your name?” It was another question she didn’t want an answer to, but it came forth, unbidden, trembling with fear.

“I’ll tell you my name if you tell me yours.” The voice was playful and sweet, with just a hint of cruelty.

Out of nowhere, the pain that had once been taken away by the voice flared, spiking through her head and jaws, down her neck and arms, into her fingers. She sobbed, unable to soothe it. As the throb and fire peaked, she knew that soon, she wouldn’t be able to bear it at all.

“Tell me your name.” Sour and sharp like fangs, the voice commanded her now.

“I don’t know,” she moaned. “Please. You said you’d help me.”

The laugh reverberated through her, and she was certain now that the voice was telling the truth. It came from within her. But it wasn’t her.

Something snapped and the pain was gone again. But the laugh had only quieted, not ended.

“I will keep the pain at bay, but you must do something for me, little queen.”

She nodded, tears rolling freely down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. “Anything.”

“Pick up that sword.”

The darkness that had swallowed her for what felt like eons, began to evaporate just enough for her to see a gleaming sword in the corner. Slowly, expecting sore muscles and aching joints, she pushed herself up. But as the voice promised, there was no pain.

The sword felt good in her hand, like it was made for her. With the muscle memory came a flash of true memory. The wind, whipping through her hair. The sword, cleaving the air. A solid warmth beneath her, carrying her across the sky.

“No more of that,” the voice said, and the vision was gone. “Now, just wait here. We have a troublesome pest that I’d like you to get rid of. He has plagued me for long enough.”

To be continued!

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baepop · 5 years

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PRIVATE // 2

Jungkook and Jennie get competitive over you.

Word Count: 6.8k

Pairing: Jungkook x You x Jennie

Genre: Smutty Smut, angst

A/N: Thanks for being so patient you guys!

You chucked a second pillow at Jennie, which she also caught after dropping the first on the ground.

“How long were you watching!? How much did you see!?”

“Only all of it. You’re such a SLUT!” Jennie threw both pillows back at you, but they missed and landed on the bed. “You’ll get this,” Jennie thrusted her hips forward, “when I say you can get this.” She mocked Jungkook with derision, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!!!” You lunged at the smaller girl, starting a wild chase around the room.

“Oh I want to die after witnessing that!” Jennie paused mid chase to defend herself with your lamp. “Trust me, it wasn’t my intention! I was in here because I wanted to apologize for running out on you earlier. Next thing I knew, you and fuckboy were coming in making out, so I had to think fast and ended up jumping in the closet!” The girl stared at you warily, searching your eyes for understanding. You took a moment to process what she was saying, then snatched the lamp out of her hands.

After a moment you chuckled and shook your head. “You’re such a freak, Jennie Kim. What am I going to do with you!?” Jennie stuck her tongue out at you in response. “Anyway…you don’t have to apologize. I’m the one who’s sorry for not having told you until last minute, I know you worry about me.” You smiled and ruffled Jennie’s hair, making the girl pout.

“Yeah…whatever. So, you guys went on a date huh? How was it?” The thin girl stepped out of her shoes and settled on your bed. You decided to join her before replying.

“It was… It was amazing.” You blushed unashamedly recalling the entire date. “He’s really funny and such a gentleman.” Jennie stared at you with pursed lips as you went on and on about your gigantic crush on Jeon Jungkook.

Eventually, you nodded off mid-story while hugging your pillow. Jennie watched you sleep for a while, staring at your slightly agape lips breathing in and out. She thought about how easy it would be to just lean in and kiss them, and about whether she should or not. Jennie watched you sleep for a little longer before finally deciding to plant a feather-light kiss on your lips. Her mouth tingled with the forbidden feeling of your mouth on hers. She slowly pried the pillow out of your arms and replaced it with herself, nuzzling up to you and falling asleep in your arms soon after.

Jungkook felt a rush after leaving your apartment so suddenly. He lingered on the steps wondering if he should go back inside before setting off to visit his friend nearby. It took Jungkook 17 minutes to walk to his Yoongi’s house, which was plenty of time to mull over the events of the night. He loved the way your laughed consisted of high-pitched squeals then died in your throat as you were being tickled. He loved how soft your hand was in his, and how laser-focused you were on the movie despite being on a date. He loved the way you challenged him in bed, almost a little too much. I definitely want to take my time with her, he thought. It was the first time in a while that he wasn’t utterly bored on a date.

“Open up!”, Jungkook pounded on the door before it swung open.

“Jesus, I have a doorbell dipshit!” Random visits did not bode well with the grumpy older guy, but his friends never seemed to care.

“And I,” Jungkook pushed his way passed the blonde boy “just got back from a date!”

Yoongi followed him into his living room where he was already setting up Mario Kart 8 on the television. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that correctly. My friend, who is notorious for turning women down in favor of studying or playing videogames, went on a date?! You’re shitting me.” Yoongi picked up a controller and took a seat next to Jungkook on the couch.

Jungkook laughed as he responded, “I don’t know man. Usually that’s the case but…she piqued my interest and after tonight…I kinda want to see where this goes.”

Yoshi flew off the track on rainbow road as Yoongi froze to contemplate his friend’s words. This was all too weird for him, not because dating was weird, but because Jungkook dating was strange. After a moment, he resumed playing the match. “So, who’s this enchantress then?”

“I don’t know if you know her, her name’s Y/N. She’s a senior and she works at that suit shop downtown.”

“Wait wait wait.” Yoshi missed a turn and fell off again, making Yoongi lose at the last minute. “Y/N? Tall, curly-haired, always looks serious?”

Jungkook turned to Yoongi in confusion, “Yeah! You know her?”

“Hell yeah I know her! She came to my last party. You were there, I’m surprised you didn’t fall in love then.” Yoongi pinched Jungkook’s cheeks, effectively annoying him.

Jungkook slapped Yoongi’s hand off his face. “I think I would’ve remembered seeing her. Anyway, why have you never introduced us?”

The older friend rolled his eyes. “Remember the last girl I introduced you to at one of my parties? That went real well Jeon.” Yoongi remarked sarcastically. The mere memory was enough to annoy him. “You know I ended up having to block her number? She wouldn’t stop harassing me after you ghosted her.”

Jungkook scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “Sorry about that, again. But Y/N, she’s a good girl you think?”

“Yeah, she’s just as much of a nerd as you.” He chuckled before becoming pensive.

“But?” Jungkook sensed there was more coming.

“Well, you might have your hands full with her best friend. She’s totally gay for Y/N, never lets anyone get too close to her. Jennie Kim, heard of her?”

“That sounds familiar,” Jungkook paused for a moment before realization hit, “wait don’t tell me she’s that rich girl you grew up with?”

“That’s the one!” Yoongi initiated another match but Jungkook was still reeling from the new information.

“And…gay? For Y/N? Are they like…dating or something?”

“They may as well be. They’re inseparable. But don’t let that hold you back dude. Shoot your shot!” Jungkook thoughtfully nodded and picked his controller back up. “May the best pussy win.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Laughter filled the room as both of them sat back on the couch unable to breathe with tears in their eyes.

10:38 pm – Hey

You paused Netflix with your toe since Cheeto dust covered your fingers. Squinting in the darkness of your bedroom, you made out the simple text sent from Jungkook. It had been almost two weeks since you’d heard from him and even though you had plenty of things keeping you busy, his unexplained silence annoyed you. You sucked your fingers clean before responding.

10:40 pm – What’s up?

10:41 pm – Nothing much, thinking about you 😉

You rolled your eyes and heaved as you texted back.

10:45 pm – Barf

He replied almost immediately.

10:46 pm – LOL no but srsly, when can I see you again?

All you wanted was to see him and hear from him, but his nonchalant behavior was turning you off. You sighed and texted him back one last time before chucking your phone and resuming your show.

10:50 pm – I’ll have to check my schedule and get back to you.

Jungkook smiled at your text. He sipped on his drink and nodded as he put his phone back in his pocket. You weren’t making this easy for him whatsoever and he loved it. He also loved that you gave him space to breathe and do his own thing. As he surveyed the room, he realized Quiz Night had attracted nearly half the campus. It had gotten so loud he could barely think, with students clamoring to find groups for the competition. Normally, he would be one of the loudest drunken idiots here, but he arrived much later than his peers and was playing catchup at the bar. As his eyes made their way across the room in amusement, he spotted Yoongi at a table with none other than Jennie Kim. Jungkook’s smile turned crooked. He didn’t know how he always managed to get so lucky, but he never questioned it. The brunette boy downed his gin and tonic in an instant and made his way to the empty chair across from Jennie.

“Is this seat taken?” Jungkook flashed Jennie his million-dollar smile while staring directly into her eyes. The girl blushed, instantly recognizing who he was.

Yoongi’s usual half lidded eyes widened as he looked between his friends. They both had tendencies for being petty, so this encounter instantly made him nervous. This should be interesting, he thought. “Hey man! I didn’t think you were going to make it! Sit down, it’s about to start!”

Jungkook took his seat without leaving Jennie’s eyes. The girl had been stunned into silence, but he knew better than to take in her demeanor as being love-struck. Jennie tongued the inside of her cheek in annoyance, which made Jungkook chuckle silently.

The bar’s DJ lowered the music to announce the commencement of the first round while his assistant handed out one buzzard per table.

“Question one… What is the powerhouse of the cell?” The DJ’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker.

Jennie’s hand pressed the buzzard with lightning fast speed before responding, “The mitochondria!”

“That is correct! One point for table 9.”

“Oh, she speaks!” Jungkook quipped as his competitive side kicked into overdrive.

Yoongi chuckled nervously. “Yeah, Jennie’s hands are quick so I always invite her to Quiz Night when you can’t make it.”

“Just try and keep up Jenga.” Jennie flipped her hair in annoyance.

“It’s Jungkook.”

“Whatever”

Yoongi looked back and forth between the two as their fiery stares charged the mood of the table. He briefly wondered if he should tell you to come get your side pieces, but then decided against bothering you.

The DJ’s voice could be heard over the speakers once more, “Question two…Who is the author of the Goosebumps series?”

Jungkook beat Jennie’s hand to the buzzard, slapping hers in the process before responding, “R. L. Stine!”

“Another point for table nine!” The DJ’s voice bellowed across the bar.

Jennie nursed her hand while staring at the boy incredulously.

“Try and keep up.” Jungkook winked at Jennie before turning his attention to the DJ. Jennie reached into her bag to grab her phone and typed out an angry text to you.

11:36 pm – Fuckboy is getting on my nerves. What do you see in him?!

11:37 pm – Wait, you guys are hanging out?!

11:40 pm – He crashed me and Yoongi’s quality time at the bar. I’m about to leave, he’s so annoying

You considered hopping out of bed, putting on a new outfit and showing up but you didn’t want to give Jeon the satisfaction of giving in so easily. You sighed and fell back onto your bed in defeat. You wanted to save Jennie from Jungkook’s antics, and to see him of course, but you’d have to settle for admonishing him over text.

11:50 pm – Be nice to my friend, OR ELSE!

Jungkook laughed out loud after reading your text, then held it up for the table to see.

“Are you telling on me, little girl?” Before Jennie had a chance to respond, the DJ was asking the next question.

“Question three…Which format is generally used for scientific academic papers?”

Jungkook’s hand beat Jennie to the buzzard once more. “MLA format!”

“Actually, MLA is for research papers, APA format is used for scientific papers.” Jennie corrected him and batted her eye lashes matter-o-factly at Junkook.

“She’s correct, but I have to go with your first answer. Sorry table nine!” The DJ allowed the next fastest buzz to answer the question for the point. Everyone at the bar giggled and whispered about the weird conflict going on at Yoongi’s table. “Alright, that concludes the first round! Get some more drinks and prepare for the next round!”

Yoongi gulped at the tension in the table. Normally, conflict wouldn’t phase him, but seeing two people he cared about act this way was not his idea of a good time. “Ok guys, good round, we’re in the lead at least. Maybe let me get some answers in next round, huh?” He chuckled, trying to defuse the negative energy.

However, Yoongi didn’t get a single word in for the rest of the 10 rounds with Jungkook and Jennie in full blown competition mode. Naturally, their table won, much to the displeasure of the rest of the drunk students just trying to have a good time. The prize was a gift card for free food at the bar across the street, which is where all the students usually headed after Quiz Nights.

Before the DJ was done announcing the runner ups, Jungkook was hastily heading out of the bar to take a phone call. Jennie and Yoongi watched him disappear in confusion, before the assistant came by the table to drop off their prize. After putting their jackets on and weaving through the crowd of students, they finally found Jungkook outside with his phone glued to his ear.

“No…I’m not!” Jungkook sighed deeply as he listened on the phone. “Jisoo! I’m not avoiding you! I promise, I’ve just been…busy. We can go out tomorrow. Okay?” Just then, the boy saw Jennie and Yoongi waiting for him near the entrance with curious looks on their faces. He lowered his voice a few octaves before responding, “The Spanish Manor. 7’o clock tomorrow.” He abruptly hung up before meeting up with his onlookers.

“So, Jennie you coming?” Yoongi held up the gift card and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m actually going to head out, three’s a crowd.” She gave him an apologetic look then sneered at Jungkook, whom returned the expression.

“Aww c’mon, you don’t have to go.” Yoongi worriedly ran his fingers through his light hair.

“Nah man, it’s cool. If she wants to go, let her. I guess the competition was too much to handle. She should know there’s only room for two anyway.” Jungkook jutted his chin out and gave her a meaningful look.

Jennie sniggered as she threw her bag over her shoulder. “Oh, just you two? Then why am I on my way to warm her bed then?” Jungkook watched in stunned silence as the girl hailed her personal driver who was parked down the block in a blacked-out vehicle. He couldn’t believe the nerve of this girl. Yoongi couldn’t help but break into a breathy laugh, realizing they weren’t talking about him at all.

“She owned you dude!”

“Shut up.” Jungkook stuffed his hands in his pockets as they crossed the street.

A blaring ringtone woke you up from your sleep. You blindly palmed your nightstand for your phone to see who was calling. It was 3 in the morning and Jungkook was calling you. The last thing you remembered was texting him to leave Jennie alone. Speaking of, you felt her frame warming your side and realized she must have left the bar after all.

��Hey…what’s up?” You groggily whispered into the receiver, careful not to disturb your sleeping visitor.

“Oh shit, did I wake you?” Jungkook loudly slurred into your ear.

“No shit, it’s 3:00 in the morning! What do you want?”

“Oof, feisty!” You could hear Yoongi obnoxiously laughing in the background. “I like that. I like you.”

You could feel your face heat up in the darkness, instantly sobering you. “Oh yeah? You like me?” You thanked the heavens he couldn’t see your answering smile.

“Babe…come back to bed.” Jennie’s head was suddenly resting on your shoulder as she sleepily talked into your ear.

You apologized to Jennie for waking her up before turning back to your phone. “Jungkook, you still there?”

“Sorry, didn’t know I was interrupting something.” He abruptly hung up, leaving you stunned.

“What the fuck? That was so random. Ugh I hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea!”

“Let him think what he wants to, he doesn’t deserve you anyway.” Jennie laid back down on her side and pulled the covers up. You waited until she fell back asleep to text Jungkook.

3:16 am – WTF was that?

3:20 am – You don’t get to ask the questions right now.

3:21 am – That was Jennie you idiot. In case you got the wrong idea…

3:24 am – So there wasn’t anything going on?

3:25 am – NO

3:29 am – Good. Open the door.

Your eyes bulged, realizing Jungkook was on his way to come see you the whole time. You climbed out of your bed carefully and skipped into your bathroom to make sure you looked okay. Closing your bedroom door, you headed to the front door to open it. Jungkook was lounging on your front steps looking as gorgeous as ever. You weren’t sure if your crush on him was making him more attractive in your eyes, but there was no denying the way his bulging thighs in his ripped black jeans and matching leather jacket instantly turned you on.

“Where’s Yoongi?” You kept a straight face, blocking the entrance.

Jungkook climbed up to the last step, meeting you eye to eye.

“Why? Are you trying to make me jealous? Cause it’s working.”

You rolled your eyes, “What are y—” Jungkook suddenly grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, making the rest of your sentence die in your throat. He smelled of bodywash but tasted like alcohol. Jungkook began stepping you both back into your apartment, closing the front door with his foot. Your lips hadn’t separated while traveling to the couch in your living room, sucking on each other with fervor. You fell back onto the couch as he climbed on top of you, caging your body with his limbs. You ran your fingers through his slick black locks then tugged on them, pulling his head back as you bit his bottom lip. Jungkook grabbed your hands and interlaced your fingers together, pinning you down as he left your lips in favor of planting sloppy kisses below your ear.

You struggled to catch your breath with each kiss getting you more and more excited. “Is this your idea of ‘doing things right’?”

Jungkook froze before bringing his face back up to look at you. “Should I stop?”

“Well…I don’t want you to. But you’re sending me mixed signals. And besides, Jennie’s in my bedroom.”

“So?” Jungkook lowered his head without leaving your gaze as he began trailing kisses down to your chest.

His response had you smiling and panting. You were torn because you’ve been wanting a piece of Jungkook for weeks now, but you felt it was wrong to do this while your best friend was sleeping in the next room. You also weren’t sure what this meant, since it was clear Jungkook’s plans for you both had changed. He seemed resolute and gentlemanly before, but now, he was drunk and horny. Should I stop this?

“Jungkook, you’ve been drinking. I don’t know if we should do this.” Jungkook shushed you as he let go of your hands to make his way down to your stomach. With his teeth, he latched onto the bottom of your tank top and pulled it up, revealing your belly button. His slow, wet kisses just under your navel both tickled and excited you, making your pelvis twitch.

Jungkook smiled against your skin. “You’re really ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am. And you’re drunk so…we should stop.”

“Stop coming up with excuses. I know what I am doing right now. I really want you, and I know you want me. I don’t want our first time to be like this either, but I’m going to go crazy if you don’t let me get a taste right now.” Jungkook took your answering blush and loss of breath as his wordless permission to continue. His index finger curled around the band of your pajama shorts, stretching it out and letting it go with a smack against your skin. The curly haired boy looked up at you once more for permission, to which you nodded. Jungkook abruptly stood up, removing his jacket and placing it on the arm of the couch. He grabbed you by the hips and turned you, so you were facing him head on as he kneeled on the floor. His nose pressed up against your clothed mound before lightly sucking on the spot where your clit would be. Your answering moan pleased him.

“You’re going to wake up your friend if you don’t keep it down.” Jungkook teased you as he ran his finger down your covered slit.

You bit your lip and rolled your eyes impatiently, “Shut up! You’re teasing the hell out of me.” You bucked your hips into his hand, but he instantly removed it, giving you a disapproving look.

“Do you want me to eat you out or not?” Jungkook waited for your response before resuming his ministrations.

“Do you want me to let you eat me out, or not?” Jungkook smiled crookedly at your sassy response, swiftly removing your shorts.

“I think you’re going to let me do what I want to you, and you’re going to like it.” Jungkook licked a stripe from top to bottom over your panties. The cotton was already soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his saliva. You could already smell your arousal, but you couldn’t be bothered to feel embarrassed. His agonizing speed made you want his dick instead. You couldn’t help squeezing around nothing as Jungkook thumbed your covered clit.

“So impatient. I’ve barely even started Y/N. Do you want me to take your panties off?” Your desperate nod and sweaty appearance had Jungkook chuckling again. “Tell me one thing then.” Once his eyes met yours, it felt like time had stopped. “Are you mine? Completely mine?”

His question confused you. What was this game he was playing with you? Did he want you or not? You certainly weren’t his girlfriend, but he seemed to be acting like your boyfriend suddenly. “I don’t belong to anyone. Now stop teasing me.”

Jungkook shook his head and his thumb stopped rubbing circles between your legs. His sudden seriousness confused you further. He was so hot and cold, and you had no idea why. “I don’t like to share. You need to be mine and mine alone, if we’re doing this.”

Jungkook’s face looked stern. His jaw was locked, and his expression was brooding in the sexiest way possible. Fuck, you really wanted him right here right now. And his words, although weirdly possessive, were what any girl would want to hear. You reached down and tilted his head up toward your gaze, “So make me yours then.” Jungkook’s answering smile and lidded eyes made your heart skip a beat. He turned his attention back to your panties, removing them in one swift motion. Jungkook spread your legs as wide as possible, surveying your sex in the dim moonlight that shone through the parted curtains.

“I love how excited you are for me.” Jungkook parted your lips with his fingers and gently eased one in, then two. Your head fell backwards at the satisfying feeling of his fingers inside of you. His rhythm was slow and steady as he took turns watching his fingers disappear inside of you and your face contorted in ecstasy. Jungkook bent down and began sucking at your clit while his fingers picked up in speed. At this point, it was hard for you to keep quiet with moans slipping past your lips. It’d been so long since anyone had taken care of you like this, and you felt you weren’t going to last long at all. Jungkook smiled as he felt your walls suddenly hugging his fingers.

“Not so fast…I don’t want this moment to be over.” Jungkook took his fingers out, much to your dismay. You snapped your head forward to see what the holdup was, just in time to see him standing up. “I want you to finish on my face.” Realizing what he meant, you blushed and took his hand to help you off the couch. You’d never ridden anyone’s face before, but you always wanted to. Jungkook plopped down on the couch then took you by the hips and sat you on top of him. You began making out again, tasting your arousal all over his lips. He swirled his tongue around yours deeply while holding a fist full of your hair, keeping you from moving. You began grinding your exposed sex on his boner straining against his jeans. Jungkook moaned unexpectedly which had you smiling against his lips. You bit his lip again to keep him quiet as you continued grinding on his jeans. Suddenly, his hands reached down and stilled your hips. “Face. Now.”

“As you wish.” You giggled and climbed forward, realizing you weren’t the only one fucked out from all of this. Your hips hovered over his head as the boy adjusted himself then guided you down onto his face with his hands around your thighs. “Fuck – Jungkook!” The boy hummed in response as he relentlessly sucked on your clit. His tongue swirled around your bud then traveled down to your entrance to lap up your juices. You began bucking your hips into the relentless rhythm of his tongue. It wasn’t long before you were full on riding his face for dear life, your climax building steadily. “Jungkook…Jungkook…” You gripped his hair, holding his head steady under you.

“Keep saying my name and I’ll let you cum soon baby girl.” You bit your lip at the sound of his pet name for you.

“Ah, fuck. I need you. I’m so close!” You squeezed your eyes shut, willing your climax onward.

“You know what to do then.” Jungkook slid his tongue inside of you. He helped your hips up and down as you rode his tongue, his other hand rubbing ferocious circles on your clit.

“Jungkook…Jungkook... ah, FUCK!” It felt like fireworks were blooming under your navel as your orgasm hit you suddenly and without abandon. Each inch of your body was trembling and covered in sweat. Even your pussy quivered as Jungkook licked you clean. Your chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, exhaustion overcoming you. You climbed off him so you could plant a kiss on his lips in gratitude. You had almost forgotten what it felt like to cum so hard. And the fact that it was on his face made it extra special. Jungkook disappeared into the bathroom to freshen up while you dressed. When he came back, you couldn’t help but stare at each other in hesitation. What did he mean by what he said?

You decided to break away from his stare first. “Thanks…for that.” Jungkook took three long strides to put his arms around you. You looked up at him, willing him to explain this weird mood he’s been in. The sudden closeness made you feel vulnerable, and his strange words made you unsure of yourself for the first time. You hated it.

“I meant what I said, all of it.” He kissed you before you could respond, then left your apartment without looking back, again. You weren’t sure what this meant. He wanted you to be his. He didn’t want to share you with anyone. You weren’t the type to get hung up on titles, but his actions say he is. Did you ever do anything to make him feel insecure about you? You were too exhausted to overthink anything now, deciding to take a quick shower and change pajamas before going back to bed. When you reentered the room, Jennie was laying exactly as you had left her. You felt a twinge of guilt, having done all that with this guy she despised, within earshot. It suddenly felt wrong to share the bed with her, after what just happened, so you got a spare blanket from the closet and set yourself up to sleep on the couch. It didn’t take long for you to fall unconscious, since it was well past 4:00 am by the time you laid down to rest. A restless sleep ensued.

The next morning you woke up to a curious pair of brown orbs staring into the depths of your soul. You slowly cracked open your eyes to see that it was past noon on the round clock mounted on the wall. The next thing you noticed, was that those big brown eyes belonged to your best friend Jennie, who thought it would be a good idea to wake you up by straddling you.

“Um…Good morning?” You groggily greeted the girl right before letting out a huge yawn.

“Morning!” Jennie responded in the sing-songy voice you only heard when she wanted something.

“What?” You deadpanned at the girl after rubbing your eyes awake.

“What do you mean, what?” Jennie tilted her head to the side, letting her silky dark hair fall off her shoulder like running liquid.

“What do you want from me? You’re singing your words, and you only do that when you want something.”

Jennie pouted and sat back on your hips. “Nothing! It’s just that it’s Saturday and I wanted to do something fun. We haven’t done anything together in a while. It’s only been Jungkook this and Jungkook that.”

The girl was too busy making fake barfing sounds to notice the obvious blush that was creeping across your cheeks. The mere mention of his name was enough for you to recall the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you just a few hours ago. You began daydreaming about how his needy lips on yours felt soft yet stern, how hard his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out, and how he let you cum on his tongue. Your eyes glazing over must have annoyed Jennie because she was suddenly squeezing your cheeks together, bringing you back to the present.

“Earth to Y/N! Gosh did you have a weird dream or something?”

You chuckled humorlessly. “Yeah, sort of. Anyway…I’m actually off work today so, what do you want to do?”

Jennie began hopping up and down on top of you and squealing with glee. You tried to ignore the way her breasts jostled near your face. And you especially tried to ignore the way her morning hardened nipples were trying to cut through her cotton t-shirt. However, you couldn’t ignore the feeling of her sitting on top of your bladder over and over again any longer.

“Okay, time to get off.” You grabbed Jennie by the waist and plopped her on the other end of the couch so you could get up to pee.

“I want to go to the movies,” Jennie continued talking to you loudly from the living room as you pissed with the door open. “and I want to go to a restaurant cause the campus food is atrocious.”

You chuckled before pulling your shorts up and brushing your teeth. “Jennie, you don’t go here, you don’t have to eat the food.”

“I may as well be a student, I’m here all the time!”

“Of your own volition, might I add.” You found Jennie’s face through your bathroom mirror in time to see her stick her tongue out at you in response. You opened your mouth to show her the toothpaste foam gathered in your mouth, knowing it would gross her out.

“Ugh, really Y/N? What does Jungkook see in you?” Jennie teased you about the one thing that would get under your skin immediately.

“I thought you were on my side!!!!!!” You screamed from the bathroom as your best friend keeled over with laughter.

The rest of the day’s events went as follows: Breakfast bagels at your favorite spot downtown, mani-pedi’s at Jennie’s usual place located near her apartment, then a 4:30 showing of a sappy love movie Jennie had been begging you to watch with her.

You stared at your manicured fingernails, each delicately painted with a shiny coat of cherry red. Having to do everything gingerly always annoyed you after getting your nails done, but you had to admit that being pampered like that wasn’t your least favorite thing in the world. You rubbed your stomach as you exited the bathroom of the movie theatre.

“I’m STARVING woman. Can we get some grub before I start to eat you?”

Jennie coughed her lungs out after hearing you say that amidst a sip of her giant soda. You patted her back as she cleared her throat.

“Um, yeah! I actually just got a table for us at this restaurant across town. I’ll get the car.”

You both waited in front of the theatre for Jennie’s driver. When you first became friends, being driven around like this was strange, but you grew used to it very quickly. You didn’t have your license yet, so driving as a passenger wasn’t the problem. You weren’t sure what your issue was, so you quickly let it go. As you climbed into the vehicle, you instantly remembered how roomy it was in the back.

“The Spanish Manor, please. We have reservations for 7, so you’ll need to step on it.” You quickly thanked the driver before you lost sight of him as Jennie brought up the privacy window. She quickly busied herself on her phone, so you settled for looking out of the window at all the passing buildings and pedestrians. Your thoughts once again brought you back to last night, when Jungkook was saying strange things. Did I make a mistake, sleeping with him? It was something that you wanted since you were still only strangers, but somehow you couldn’t help feeling like it changed things. You hated being the type to overthink things, but it was hard not to when your gut was telling you something was up. His unwillingness to be intimate with you had annoyed you at first, and then his disappearance had made you doubtful about his claims to want to date you seriously. You were perfectly fine keeping things casual. Yet you regretted how happy it secretly made you that he wasn’t looking for a quick fuck. Now you were turning into the kind of person who thought about someone while that person probably wasn’t even thinking about them in the first place. You sighed and closed your eyes, resting your head on the window.

“What’s wrong?” You opened your eyes to find Jennie had put her phone away. You felt a pang of sadness because for the first time since becoming friends, she couldn’t be your diary. How can you tell her about what happened, which would no doubt sour her good mood, then selfishly expect her to comfort you? You got yourself into this mess with questionable decision making, and you just couldn’t bring her along. You straightened up and gave her smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing! I’m just hungry. So, what’s with this restaurant across town? So random.”

Your cheery conversation wasn’t enough to convince your best friend, but she decided to drop it nonetheless. “Yeah, I heard about it through word of mouth. Thought we could go see how good the food is for ourselves.”

Twenty minutes later, the sleek car pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant. You instantly knew it was an upscale venue just from seeing a valet hanging out in front as well as the tall double doors with the letters “S” and “M” monogrammed on them. After exiting the car, you watched the driver pull into the parking lot on the side of the venue, probably to sit and wait for your meal to be done. You idly wondered if the man had had anything to eat today.

The man dressed in uniform inside of the venue gracefully opened the doors for the two of you. Jennie walked past without a second glance whereas you bumbled behind her thanking him for his generosity.

“We have reservations under Jennie Kim. Is our table clean yet?”

“Yes, right this way ladies.” The hostess dressed in all black led you to a booth along the wall of the restaurant. It was a small place, but you could tell it was quite popular since yours was the only table empty.

A waiter quickly appeared with 2 laminated menus and began reading the specials. He retreated shortly after to fetch water and bread and give you time to look over the menu. You felt so out of place there that you weren’t sure what to order or how to pronounce the things on the menu. Instead, you informed Jennie you were going to wash your hands and that she could order for the both of you.

As you made your way to the bathroom, you looked around at all the well-dressed couples dining on their lavish dinners. One table caught your eye in particular. Two brunettes sitting across from each other. The girl was gorgeous, with wavy hair that floated down the back of her chair. She was talking animatedly to her date, not touching anything on her plate. You suddenly felt like your staring was intrusive, but you saw him before you could look away quick enough. You watched in confusion as Jungkook was engrossed in his menu, across from the beautiful girl. Your steps slowed down as you tried to make sense of what you were seeing. That black curly hair, those hoop earrings, that scar on his cheek easily visible in this lighting. There was no denying that Jeon Jungkook was having dinner with this girl. You sped up and burst into the bathroom. Your sudden intrusion startled the older lady who was washing her hands. She gave you a stern look before you moved out of the way so she could exit.

Following the motions of washing your hands, you tried to calm yourself down. There was no reason to make a scene since he wasn’t your boyfriend. And you didn’t know for sure if they were on a date or not. You didn’t want to do anything rash at the risk of looking paranoid or jealous. She definitely wasn’t his sister though, since you knew he only had a little brother. You tried to calm your erratic breathing as the memory of him claiming you for himself last night played in your head. Does this mother fucker think he can get me for himself while dating around? You violently pulled napkins out of the dispenser and roughly dried your hands before depositing the tissue into the trash. And he has the nerve to act jealous on the phone with me!? You checked yourself in the mirror one more time, tucking your shirt into your jeans and scrunching your curls a bit. I’ll be damned.

You headed out of the bathroom and B-lined it to towards Jungkook’s table. As you grew closer, the pretty girl caught sight of you and kept shifting her eyes towards you, unsure if you were really headed to their table or not.

“Hey, Jungkook!” You slammed your hand on his side of the table, rattling his silverware and startling him enough to put his menu down. The boy looked like a deer caught in headlights as he wordlessly stared up at you. “How’s it going? I haven’t seen you since, well, last night!” You chirped with feigned enthusiasm as you turned to the mystery girl who was looking at you like you were crazy. “Oh, I’m sorry! I’m Y/N, and you are?” You extended your arm for a handshake, but the girl simply stared at your floating hand.

“Jungkook, I didn’t know you invited your school friend.” The girl continued to ignore you as she looked to Jungkook for answers. Jungkook lowered your arm for you, as you quickly lost momentum.

“Uh, I didn’t. Sorry Y/N, this is kinda private, can I call you later?” You took a deep breath, willing your watery eyes not to give your feelings away.

“Yeah, sure. Have a lovely evening.” You turned away from them and quickly headed back to your table where appetizers and drinks awaited you.

“Jeez how long does it take to—” Jennie’s voice cut off at the sight of your glassy eyes. You held up your hand, signaling you didn’t want to speak right now. You both sat in silence before Jennie signaled for the waiter and changed your orders to-go.

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