#is there still a wall? am i just too dumb to tell again hah

[mindninjax]

To Shape a Home (13)

Winter- Chapter 13

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Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: Belly Aching fluff,also Katsu being a flustered DORK god I love him.

WC: 3.3K

a/n: I AM BEGGING YOU FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LISTEN TO THE FEATURED SONG IN THIS CHAPTER WHILE READING. I PROMISE YOU WON’T BE DISAPPOINTED. It is the SWEETEST most AMAZING song. It always makes me think of Katsu and how he loves please PLEASE ok?!? I WEEPED writing this chapter.

Featured Song: Annie’s Song by John Denver.

It’s way too cold to do anything–except maybe fuck–yet Katsuki is standing on Jodi’s porch carrying a casserole dish as you knock happily on her door. When she answers, Vincent comes out to hug your legs and you bend down to wrap him in a tight hug.

Because of the weather, the Feast of Winter Star Festival isn’t happening this year. You, being the dumb little saint you are, have decided to go around to your friend’s houses to drop off little gifts for them. And somehow, you’d talked Katsuki into coming with you.

Katsuki tries to keep the grimace on his face as you drag him around in the fucking snow and cold to people’s houses but he can’t help but smile when he watches you happily hand over the gifts to the unsuspecting parties. Right now, he’s watching you listen to a joke Vincent is excitedly telling you. You laugh a big hearty laugh as he delivers the punchline and Katsuki can see the triumphant expression on his face as he watches you.

“Here. Sweets thought it’d be a good idea to cook ya something instead of dropping off more tomatoes,” Katsuki grumbles, shoving the casserole dish into Jodi’s arms.

Jodi smiles up at him warmly as she takes the casserole. She stands a bit closer to him to whisper so you don’t hear.

“It looks good on you,” she replies, winking at him.

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, “Hah?”

Jodi giggles as Vincent launches into a fit of laughter at the joke you just told him. “Being in love. It looks good on you and it’s nice to see after watching you be grumpy for so long,” she says gently.

Katsuki has always had respect for Jodi, she’s always been sort of a mother figure for him. She keeps her distance but she’s always been observant. He swallows loudly. In love? Is he in love with you? It seems too soon for that. When he thinks about it too much, something aches inside of him. He’s only ever thought that about Camie, and after her he thought that was it.

Katsuki is thinking about it the entire time you’re out visiting everyone’s homes. You drop off books and sweets and pies to Denki, Hanta, and Eijirou and Katsuki has to put his hands over his ears when you visit Hizashi and Shouta and gift them a painting of the two of them standing with your grandfather that makes Hizashi wail louder than a baby at birth.

You both finally make it back to your home where you’ve decorated as if the festival is being held in your home. A decorated tree that would usually stand in the middle of town square during the festival, sits in the corner of your living room.  Plants with little red berries are placed on the window sills and mantle on the fireplace. There are wooden frames with snowy landscape paintings hanging on the walls. Long deep red drapes cover the windows and a matching rug is laid out in front of the fireplace as well. It looks exceptionally more warm and lively in your home and Katsuki thinks it’s a show of how much more comfortable you are in Pelican Town.

“You went all out, huh?” he mutters, pulling your coat from your shoulders and hanging it on the coat rack.

You smile up at him, bright with stained cheeks from the cold and something inside him aches again. “I wanted to make sure The Feast of Winter’s Star could still be celebrated,” you reply as Frenchie pads up to you excitedly.

You’ve dressed him in a red sweater and the mutt looks happier than usual. Katsuki’s throat is dry. He wonders why he feels so strange today. This is supposed to be a happy occasion but Jodi’s words keep replaying in his mind.

Love. It’s way too fucking soon for him to be in love with you. Yeah, you make him smile and shit and sometimes he’s annoyingly thinking about being with you when you’re away, but that’s normal for people who just recently started fucking. Especially after how long it’s been before he started anything with you. But how does he explain the constant thumping in his chest whenever you smile at him or say his name? That’s more difficult.

“Alright, what is it?”  you ask, cocking a hip as he follows you into the kitchen.

He’s distracted from his internal rambling as he peers into your suspicious eyes. “What?” he  argues.

“You’re doing that thing again where you seem like you’re having a good time but you’re like not here all the way. So what’s going on?” you ask with an eyebrow raised and pouted lips.

Damn, he’ll never get over how fucking observant you are, especially when it comes to him. “Just thinking about shit,” he replies, poking the wrinkle in your forehead gently.

“You’ve been doing that a lot. Penny for your thoughts?” you say moving closer and placing a hand on his chest.

Again your touch feels like it’s burning him and he intakes a sharp breath. It’s not painful, more like it awakens and warms him from the inside out. There’s a snowflake caught on your eyelashes that hasn’t melted yet and as he stares into your eyes he thinks the mushiest shit he’s ever thought when looking at you.

Your eyes are so clear now that the wall you were hiding behind has been broken. Sometimes when he looks at them he thinks it’s like looking at a clear night sky, where everything is simple and vast and beautiful. Maybe Jodi was right and maybe it doesn’t need to be complicated for it to be love.

Or maybe he’s getting soft as hell in his old age.

“Just thinking about if you’ll actually accept the gift I gotcha,” he says, pulling you into his arms.

Your brows knit together in frustration and he bends down to kiss between them.

“You’re lying, but I’ll drop it for now because I have been dying to give you your gifts,” you say, cupping his jaw and giving it a tiny pat.

You pull out of his grasp as he sputters, “Gifts? You got multiple?” he asks incredulously.

Figures, of course you got multiple gifts. You pull him into the living room and push him onto the couch and as he settles in, Frenchie jumps up on the couch and plops down in his lap happily.

“Of course I did. You deserve multiple gifts,” you say matter of factly. Before you can rummage through your closet to get the gifts you must’ve been hiding from him, he stops you.

“Oi, hold it. I wanna give you mine first,” he says, holding up a hand.

You almost look surprised, as if he wouldn’t get you a damn gift. He shifts Frenchie off of his lap and shuffles over to the basket of blankets you keep near the fireplace. He pulls out three perfectly wrapped gifts and a bone with a bow on it that instantly grabs Frenchie’s attention. He’s off the couch and jumping up on Katsuki, panting happily and wagging his tail.

The look on your face is priceless. You’re surprised, happy, and suspicious.

“When did you hide those there?” you ask as Katsuki rips the bow off the bone and hands it to Frenchie. He takes it from his hand and trots over to the rug to lie down and enjoy his new treat.

“You should pay more attention when people come over to your house Sweets,” he teases as he shoves the gifts into your arms.  You purse your lips and stick your tongue out at him.

“Sorry I trust the people I bring into my home,” you snap back playfully.

Holding the gifts in your arms you continue rummaging through the closet and pull out a large box. Katsuki has to hurry over to you to grab it before you lose your balance and tumble over.

“The hell is this?” he asks.

You pull out a canvas covered in wrapping paper as well from the closet and over your shoulder throw him a “your gifts!”as he rolls his eyes. The box is a bit heavy and he takes it over to the couch to set it down on the floor in front of his seat on the couch.

When you’re finally situated, you join him, squishing in close to him on the couch and staring excitedly at him.

“Well…you gonna open it?” you ask, shaking like an excited puppy. Katsuki raises an eyebrow.

“You first,” he insists. You roll your eyes and sigh.

“Fine fine,” you surrender, huffing out a breath.

You slowly tear the paper and Katsuki is gnawing the inside of his cheek. He holds his breath when you rip the paper away and you’re met with the emerald and gold cover of a vintage Wizard of Oz book. You breathe in astonishment, running your fingers over the raised lettering on the cover. The loops and swirls look like gold vines swirling over the emerald green cover. The pages are thick, slightly yellow, and have a painting of the yellow brick road from the story painted along the edges that you can only see when the book is closed.

He watches you carefully, praying that you like it. It took him for fucking ever to find it and he and Denki spent hours on the computer at the library tracking one of these down.

“Katsuki this is amazing,” you breathe. “I… I love this story so much, how’d you–”

“Think you’re the only one who pays attention? I’ve seen you reread that book at least three times since I met ya. I figured you're either a really slow reader or you’ve read it a bunch, which clearly you have,” he explains shrugging his shoulders. Your eyes are wide when you look at him and they’re a bit misty before he’s quickly stopping you.

“No tears, idjit! Open the rest of them,” he says, booping your nose playfully.

Katsuki ended up getting you more paint supplies and sewing ear muffs for Fatima to wear during the winter.

“I made ‘em for my girls and they seemed to like ‘em a lot so I figured making one extra pair wouldn’t hurt,” he says, trying to shrug off your thanks.

When it’s time for him to open his gifts you’re practically bouncing next to him. He thinks it’s cute and purposely takes forever opening the huge box and watching you from the corner of his eye. When he finally gets the box open, he can hear you hold your breath and crane your neck to see his expression.

You’ve gifted him new pots and pans and they’re really fucking good pots and pans. The ones he has now are worn, chipped, stained and spotty from the years of cooking but these are sparkling new, no scratches and he chuckles to himself when he realizes it’s the same brand he’d circled on an advertisement in the paper a few weeks ago. One that he threw out.

He smirks, “Went digging through my trash I see,” he snorts. He expects you to pout but instead you beam proudly at him.

“It’s not digging if it's sitting on the top of the trash and I happened to see it and pick it up!” you say matter of factly.

“Still a creep,” he asserts.

“You’re welcome,” you say, sticking your tongue out at him.

Katsuki’s about to get up and grab the two of you a drink but you tug his sleeve. “Hold on. There’s one more thing,” you say timidly.  You set the covered canvas in his lap and take a deep breath.

“I uhh…I painted this for you…” you stutter.

You’re nervous for once and Katsuki is squinting suspiciously as he watches you twiddle your thumbs. Carefully, he unwraps the canvas and when the paper is discarded on the floor he sets his jaw and stares for a very long time at the painting, silently.

It’s…it’s him, standing with his forehead pressed against Belle’s snout–he can tell from the way you perfectly recreated her pattern. There’s a soft glow of the sunset behind him. You’ve perfectly captured every aspect of him, his square jaw, his long blond lashes, even the dusting of freckles over his nose and shoulders. What really stuns him is his expression.

Katsuki knows he’s known for his sneer, it keeps people away, just the way he likes it. But in this painting, you’ve portrayed him in a way that’s more peaceful than anything he’s witnessed before. The edges of his lips are curled ever so slightly upward, his face is smooth, his lips are pink, hell he can hardly believe this is him. All of the colors are brilliant and bright, the sun behind his head almost looks like a halo as it illuminates him.

Is this how you see him? Holy shit.

Katsuki swallows hard, his heart is beating so fast, he can’t look away from the painting. His calloused fingers run over the planes of the canvas lightly. He doesn’t have any words, doesn’t know what he can say to fully express what he’s feeling. He’s not even sure he knows what he’s feeling.

And then Jodi’s voice plays in his mind.

It looks good on you…being in love.

And in an instant the world feels like everything has lined up and fallen into place. It all makes sense.

Katsuki Bakugo is in love with you.

“Do…do you like it? Thought you could hang it where I assume a picture of you and Cam–”

You’re cut off by him smashing his lips into yours. He’ll never get tired of how you immediately adjust to his kisses, how you sigh and move your lips against his, and how they fit perfectly against his. He reaches up to caress your face gently, carding his fingers through your hair as he pulls back from you.

“Course I like it, dummy. I’d be an idjit not to and I ain’t an idjit,” he breathes against your lips.

Again you smile and release a relieved breath before gently pressing your forehead to his. He knows now, this is real.

How to tell you though? That’s a different story.

An idea sparks as the two of you sit basking in each other’s presence. Katsuki suddenly stands and makes his way over to the record player in the corner of the room. He fishes through the box of records, searching for the one he knows should be here given your music taste. When he finds it, he snickers and mutters a “I fuckin’ knew it”, then puts the record on and plays the song.

He strolls back over to you on the couch and holds his hand out for you to take it. You look confused, looking from the record player, to his hand and up at his eyes, raising an eyebrow.

“Aww come on, don’t tell me you don’t like dancin’ anymore,” he teases. He watches you purse your lips before putting your hand in his and as he pulls you up off the couch and into his arms, you giggle.

“I thought you didn’t like this artist,” you challenge as you wrap your arms up around his neck.

Katsuki drops his hands to your hips, and wraps his arm around the small of your back to pull you closer to him.

“This is the only good one,” he says in a low voice. Your foreheads are pressed together again, and as you both sway back and forth with each other, the lyrics fill the room.

You fill up my senses

Like a night in a forest

Like the mountains in springtime

Like a walk in the rain

Katsuki knows how mushy this seems but it’s the only way he can think to tell you right now. He hopes you’re listening to the words, hopes that you’re putting two and two together. Yeah this singer isn’t his favorite but it’s gotta be a sign that this guy made a song that says everything Katsuki has ever wanted to say to you.

Fuck, he hopes you get it. He hopes you understand. You understand so much about him already. He hopes this is clear enough for you.

You drop your arms from around his neck and wrap them around his back. The guitar and sweet simple melody swells. You lay your ear against his chest as you continue to rock back and forth, listening to his heart. Katsuki thinks his heart will explode when you start singing the lyrics.

God, he loves your voice, it’s beautiful, sounds better than this fucking guy singing it and he thinks for just a minute that maybe, just maybe you’re singing these lyrics to him.

Come, let me love you

Let me give my life to you

Let me drown in your laughter

Let me die in your arms

Katsuki finds himself humming along with you, his deep voice rumbling through his entire body.

He holds you close. He holds you tight, like you’ll slip through his fingers. He’s never felt like this before even when he was in love with Camie.

You’re something new. Something warm and comforting. Something he thought he’d never find again. Something he constantly searched for in the work he put into making his farm his own little slice of paradise.

A light snowfall has started outside of the window, the song has reached the instrumental bridge and Katsuki thinks, this is as good a time as any to tell you. He should tell you right now how he feels. He loves you, he thinks he always has and the universe has set this entire scene up just for him to deliver the climax. It’s just three little words, that’s all he has to say.

He buries his face into the top of your head and you smell divine. You smell like coconut and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon, sweet with a hint of spice. Perfect for you. Yeah, that’s the word, “perfect”.

You’re perfect.

“I think...” he mutters, his cheek still pressed against the top of your head.

“Hmm?” you hum, head still pressed against his chest. Your eyes are closed and he can feel your fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt.

“I uhh…” he stops. He digs his fingers into your waist nervously. His heart speeds up, his mouth goes dry, the words get caught in his throat and he’s cursing himself.

For fucks sake just spit it out, he thinks.

There’s no doubt that he loves you. Any day he gets to see you smile at him is the greatest day of his life. But whenever he tries to tell you that, it dries up in his throat. Why can’t he just tell you? Fuck, why is this so fucking hard.

“Katsuki?”

Fuck he got too caught up in his own head. Now you’re going to think something is wrong. He ruined it. He ruined the moment. He should say it now to regain the moment. Shitshitshit.

“Thank you,” you say simply.

Hah? What are you playing at? He pulls you back from him, big hands on your shoulders as he stares into your eyes.

“Fer what?’ he grumbles. He’s frowning but you look…breathtaking.

“For being the home I've been looking for since I got here,” you say smiling bright, your sparkling teeth glistening in the warm glow of the fire. Your eyes are clear again and the reflection of the falling snowflakes from the window really do make your eyes look like a galaxy.

You fill up my senses

Come fill me again

The song flutters to a close as you smile at him. Damn, how do you fucking do it? You can always say what you’re feelin’ and make it sound all pretty and crap. Though he’ll admit, the idea that someone like him could be a home for someone as bright as you?

That’s pure paradise.

“Anytime Sweetheart.”

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Thanks for reading!

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[deviltoys]

― this is my first time requesting so let's hope i don't fuck this up [lmao].

taking tobio's [who's the pastor's son] virginity and watching him ask for forgiveness for doing something so inappropriate in the church but then you proceed to degrade him. 🙇

— ‘𝘂𝗻𝗵𝗼𝗹𝘆 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀.’

tobio kageyama x top!male reader. (wc; ?)

#a/n: stop. this is my favorite request, ever. virginity loss ‘n blasphemy??? hello? too fuckin’ good, been cravin’ a good virgin tobio. thank you fer’ this, it was perfect!

warings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, virginity loss, sacrilege, taboo acts, incest, age gap (18-30), pastor!reader, exhibitionism, sex in a church, misusage of the bible, religious speak, little to no prep, dumbification, creampie, degrading, manipulation, corruption, belly bulge, daddy k.

juvenile ministry took up a huge chunk of the church you operated. being the father to tobio kageyama, it was only natural that he was a frequent volunteer for the group of children who'd visit you both to be taught the righteous laws of god.

your boy was so doting with kids, it lay a smile across your lips to see him so devoted as you'd help demonstrate an array of practices to the youth. he was an apprentice of some sort— you two had a closely knit relationship when it came to chruch work.

almost a little too close.

nobody would ever suspect a thing, right? their nurturing pastor and his passionate son; they wouldn't dream of commiting any corrupt acts against the lord they so dearly fawned about.

the children certainly wouldn't know, such mindless followers. that's why during youth hours the two of you would mysteriously ‘disappear’ while everyone else contributed holy related activities to do while father y/n and tobio went to assist the lord.

you had be fighting the urge to take your son aside and tear his tiny body in half right there inside the sacred haven. but poor little tobio was a virgin, nobody would dare attempt to be the one who would strip the priest’s son of his innocence. you and the younger male had only gone as far as sucking on each others lips or caressing one another in sensual ways that would surely be forbidden by the church.

it was unethical practice to do anything under sexual pretense inside the chapel; with your offspring no less. you were already commiting unforgivable acts unbeknownst to your fellow ministers— what was one more? just another sin strewn onto the pile of ones you had been collecting throughout the years.

the line between faith and abandonment finally blurred out when you caught your little kageyama with pants a size to small for his waist. the fabric rode up, perfectly rounding out and drawing scrutiny to his chubby ass. you were well aware of the scandalous gestures he would send your way while he kept his attention on the children. wiggling his ass out every so often was his main form of communicating his intentions.

he was at last ready to make his daddy proud, giving his body to him as though you were christ himself; submitting to you.

all of his coherent brain function was corrupt by you a long time past, the degenerate acts you two would shun from the eye of society had finally caught up to him. he needed the embrace of his dad, his loving, heavenly father that would fill his holes up with the holy spirit.

“tobio, follow me for a second please? i need to speak with you privately for awhile.” a forged grin took reign of your lips, softly signalling for your son as you escorted him through the barren temple halls. after he had finished passing out coloring activities for the group to engross in, he swiftly followed your lead.

“yes father, what is it that-” you barely gave kageyama a warning before slipping your forearms under his thighs, entangling the remainder of his limbs around your lower and upper body. you lifted his smaller from with ease, hot breath tickling the shell of his ear as your tone dropped to a deep whisper.

“are you ready to give your body to our savior, tobio?”

“yes father y/n, yes i am.”

that was all the confirmation you needed to proceed with blessing him. abandoning your clothes at the altar of god, you began to strip the boy attached to your body. steadily yanking down his suit pants, your cock already springing to life as his own came into view.

it was insatiably erect, you forbid your son from even being curious when it came to exploring his hormones. you knew one day keeping him fresh, unexposed to lewd activity would come in handy.

and it did, oh god it did.

his body was sensitive to the touch, you were concerned he was going to cum without you even putting a hand near his bulge. much less before the fun started. it was like caressing a rock, he was so stiff, the tip already dribbling a tiny bit of pre by the time you were able to finish your first stroke to the hilt.

after giving a few more measly flicks to the head of his cock; you guided tobio’s naked body towards the bible you had prepped specifically for this occasion. the oak pulpit stood tall amongst the various rows of seats— at the head of the stand was kageyama; exposed, ass out, and face burried deep inside the open book sprawled out for easy reading.

he could barely squeak out the first few passages as your lube coated fingers spread his cheeks and stretched his virgin hole to a worthy size; able to fit your fat cock.

it burned and ached, the agony of your fingers poking around his walls overthrew any noticable pleasure that may have slipped in unnoticed; it was torture. he thought intimacy was supposed to feel good. he should've listened when you told him it wasn't fun, how it was a crime against god and how he'd be severely punished for doing as such until he was proposed to by the right man.

but you were the right man, at least that's what you would tell him. so why was it so discomforting, so harsh? you weren't purposefully harming him were you? the paranoia was getting to him, it was so overwhelming, the thought of the man he adored so dearly causing him pain. hot, salty tears pricked his eyes, lashes catching any access fluid as they could meanwhile the clear streaks dusted his cheeks with red.

his hole was still barely twitching with anticipation, and would be for awhile; throwing your head back, you painfully fed kageyama’s rim your length. every inch that ventured just as deep as the last forced strained hiccups to seethe from behind his teeth. he was unbearably tight, his guts sucked you in while his walls showed heavy resistance— pushing you in and out of your trembling son.

“fucking hell.. dumb bitch, you’re so tight. ease up, i thought you'd serve me better- maybe i was wrong.”

no no, you were wrong, right? he was great, such an obedient little cocksleeve just for you, all for you. all he ever did was to please you; the man who he chased after for years, claiming he wasn't as nice as he predicted? panick only settle into him more, ruthlessly he began bucking his hips to match your unenthusiastic thrusts. attempting to appease you wasn't an easy feat, but he was so utterly devoted to you that the condition of his vessel meant nothing if it meant you were proud of him.

he attempted to slur out a form of quivering tongue with a few biblical quotes shoved in-between. whatever he was reciting wasn't human, infact you couldn't tell if he was fucked out or just anxious. whatever it was, your words had preformed their purpose; you were far too impatient to fully prepare him for the world of sex. forcing him to mature on the other hand seemed to run it's course— he was the one himself impelling himself onto at the end of the day.

your arms snaked around his tiny waist, hoisting his feet up and off the ground. the entirety of his lower half no longer met with the floor, steamy tears teased eyes while the remainder of his efforts worked into engulfing you whole. the stimulation of being carried off the ground just like that was unimaginable; only to have his pussy pounded mercilessly into the wooden podium.

“ack! ah.. mm. daddy, pl- please i can do better! m’promise, don't hold back- i want to feel every inch of you!” so vulgar, you weren't aware of tobio’s filthy mouth.

angling your hips to perfectly kiss his prostate with every shift in your pace, you plowed repeatedly into the spongy skin until he was no longer babbling on about anything coherent. whatever bible quote he was now listing off was lost within euphoria; his hole was loosening up more and more with each thrust you planted deep inside of his stomach.

he know knew how desperately he craved seeing your cum gush right out of his gaping ass. more than anything in the world.

“hah, what a stupid whore, letting your father fill up your belly like this? no wonder you can't do anything but flatter me.”

“m’not a stupid whore, daddy i promise!”

the way his cunt squelched around you told otherwise, you didn’t let up on the insults; constantly bombarding the male with word after word. his trembling thighs and drool stained expression prompted you to continue the vile humiliation.

“oh-ho yes you are, you're lucky i’m even taking the time to fuck you like this. the lord wouldn't dare touch you, so why should i? you're charity work kageyama, nothing but pity.”

giving his plump rear a deathly tight squeeze, you ramped up the vigor in your movements. aching breaths escape your nose as you send forth more shivers down the length of his spine— as much as he wants to keep you satisfied he can only withstand so much. this is his first time being lost within the rapturous waves of an orgasm. religious words still on the tip of his tongue as your name bounces off the empty church hull.

there's a puddle of semen beneath you at his feet, he's cum far too many times for you to count and he's just now; once again fighting for release. his limp, shaking shaft all swollen as it spurts out the umpteenth load that session.

you swiftly follow behind, using the last bit of strength in your twitching thigh muscles— you sent your hips forward, fully submerging your fat cock down his rectum. he yelps almost violently, but he adores it. the way you use up his spent hole. the amusement in his moans fizzle once he finally comes to his senses, realizing there's no cum sliding down his guts and into his tummy. the expected feeling of warm, sticky fluid staining his intestines was the big prize he was looking forward to.

“don’t you remember, your only use is to please me tobio. and you couldn't even do that, that's why you don't get daddy's cum. understand?” a disappointed glare forms on your face, once he's luckily unable to see.

he implores like you've never heard from anyone before, you've had your fair share of sexual favours under the church’s nose. but the dark haired male in particular was one of a kind, he was begging you for your seed like his life was dependant on whether or not you fufilled his lustful desires. he needed your cum, right there, right now.

even attempting to guide your entirely hard cock right back into his enormous asshole, which you allowed. your composure was iron-willed, you knew you could cum on command if need be. giving into his sinful fantasies, you pistoned yourself balls deep once more— your hands moving his hips for him as he pleaded for the sweet release of your fluids.

“please daddy, m’such a good cum dump! i promise, please just cum inside of me. i need it, i’ll do anything! anything!”

anything indeed, you had just the thing in mind. and you were sure tobio wouldn't refute, how could he? there wasn't any other choice, it was your cum or no cum. simple as that.

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[moonlit-jeno]

hate sex + jeno

There’s probably going to be a dent in the wall with how hard Jeno slams you against it, his hands planted on either side of your head to keep you caged in. You let out a breathless giggle, grabbing him by his shirt collar and dragging his mouth to yours.

It’s not gentle. Nothing about you and Jeno has ever been gentle. It’s always been backhanded remarks and hurtful taunts that led to Jaemin and Renjun having to separate the two of you before things escalated.

Jaemin and Renjun aren’t here now.

There’s no one to pull the two of you apart before your mouths bruise from the kiss, and there’s no one to stop you from biting Jeno’s lip so hard that it bleeds. You hum at the metallic taste, at the head rush that comes from Jeno growling. He pulls back and grabs at your thighs, grip so tight that there will probably be bruises. You can only hope.

He throws you onto the bed and you try to ignore the swooping feeling that comes with being manhandled. Your panties are wet and sticking to your folds at this point but you ignore it, you have to. You can’t be the first one to give in.

“I fucking hate you.” Jeno groans, yanking his shirt off over his head before crawling over you.

“Are you sure about that?” His cock is hard against your hip and you don’t waste the opportunity to drop your hand down to where he’s straining against his pants, squeezing harshly just to watch the way his body jerks. “Because I don’t think you do.”

Jeno looks at you with dark eyes. You can see his internal struggle as he decides whether to fuck into your grip or not, but it doesn’t take him long to rip your hand off of him and pin it to the mattress above your head.

“Hey, don’t worry, I’ll tell you a secret.” You whisper, shoving him back so that you can tug your shirt off. You pull him back to you with a firm hand on the back of his neck, fingers tangled in his hair with a grip tight enough that it makes his cock throb. He lets you bring your lips up to his ear, lets you bite down harshly at the sweet spot right under his jaw. “I fucking hate you too.”

That does it. Jeno slams you flat against the bed, tugging your jeans and panties off in one go. You drop your hand to rub at your clit, sighing at the wetness, and Jeno groans at the sight as he frees his cock.

It’s not gentle, how he pushes into you. It’s rough and raw and a little desperate. You don’t help that at all, fueling the fire with taunts and off handed remarks that just make him angrier.

“I shouldn’t even let you come.” Jeno growls. It’s not threatening, though, not with the way he continues to fuck into you. He hits deep and hard, brushing against your sweet spot perfectly.

You can’t resist a taunt. “Are you saying that now to save your ass later?” His hips stutter when you squeeze your walls around him and his head rolls back on his shoulders. “You know you can’t make me come so you’re just gonna say it was on purpose, hmm?”

The way his tongue pokes out from between his lips, the way his jaw clenches, tells you your goading is working.

“You’re such a fucking bitch.” Jeno pulls his hand back and slaps you across the cheek. Surprise etches across his face at the keen you let out, your back arching off the mattress. “Yeah? You fucking like that?” He does it again.

“I love it.” You pant out, words barely intelligible around the thumb he shoves in your mouth. You suck around the digit, looking up at him through lidded eyes. His chest rumbles with the moan he lets out. “Love it a lot more than I like you.”

Jeno can’t possibly get any more aggressive but he certainly tries. His hips slam into yours with a bruising force, the pace he sets almost inhuman. And it feels so good, feels so fucking good, but you can’t let him know that.

Or, you at least don’t want him to know that. He can probably tell how good you’re feeling by the way your back arches off the bed, the way your legs squeeze around his waist. His hair falls into his face and you push it out of his face, running your hand through the strands before using your grip to yank him forward. A choked moan leaves him and he falls forward a little, planting his hands on the mattress next to your head. He glares down at you. You smile back sweetly.

“You might be the one on top, but that doesn’t mean I can’t give it as good as I get it.” You pant out, digging your nails into his back and relishing in the hiss of pain he lets out.

Jeno doesn’t grace you with a verbal response. No, his response is in the way he pounds into you, his cock dragging deliciously against your walls. You squirm underneath him as your orgasm fights it’s way to the surface, burning hot under your skin.

Your entire body locks up when you come, legs locking around his waist to pull him close, nails clawing up his back. Jeno hisses at the pain, at the tight squeeze on his cock, but it isn’t enough to make him come. He pounds you through your orgasm, not bothering to change the pace or slow down to let you recover.

That would be too generous, you suppose. Your relationship is based on insults and hatred, not exactly grounds for lovemaking. Still, that doesn’t stop your abused walls from clamping down on him, incoherent noises leaving you as you try to get him to stop.

“I thought you could take it.” Jeno snarls, grabbing one of your legs and bending it up towards your chest.

“I can.” You manage to grit out between strained moans and whiny breaths.

Jeno huffs a laugh, but it’s humorless. “Then take it.”

“I fucking am.” He bends your other leg up, using his grip on your thighs as leverage. The position has your muscles straining from the stretch, the angle getting that much tighter. Not that that’s what you needed- he already felt like he was splitting you in half. Now it’s only amplified.

“Take it better.” Jeno hisses. “Stop being such a whiny bitch and take my cock like the whore you are.”

His words shouldn’t make you feel as hot as they do. He’s breaking you down piece by piece and you worry if you’ll even be able to look at him by the end of this. You already know for sure that you won’t be able to walk.

Jeno props one of your ankles up on his shoulder and drops his hand to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into the nub that have your orgasm roaring to the surface. Your body seizes up.

“Fuck, no, I can’t.” You try to twist away from him but it’s no use. Pleasure has you mindless, reacting only on gut impulses.

Jeno doesn’t seem to care. “Take it.” Is the only thing he says, continuing to move with the same roughness as he forces your orgasm to the surface.

The second orgasm hits you too soon. There was no recovery time after the first one, no time to build it up. It hits you so suddenly that it’s almost painful, the pleasure crashing over you with no way out. Your eyes roll shut as it drowns you, bright lights flashing in the darkness.

Your head is spinning and you’re overwhelmed with the dizzying pleasure coursing through you. Jeno pulls out and your core clenches in a confusing state of relief and horrible emptiness. Your legs flop to the mattress and you curl into yourself, still panting heavily.

“We’re not done yet.” Jeno snaps, manhandling you onto all fours and swiftly slamming his cock into you. You scream and your limbs give out, all the sensations overwhelming you.

He shoves your face into the mattress like he’s expecting a smart remark, but that’s assuming you’re not fucked completely dumb. You’ve got nothing left to give except for moans that sound like they’re straight out of a porno and a few curses that lack much variety between them. You turn your head to the side and sob.

“Gonna come again?” Jeno taunts. You try to push yourself up to your hands and Jeno growls, the force of his thrusts increasing until your arms give out again, chest hitting the mattress. He smacks your ass. “Fucking answer me.”

“Yes!” You moan out, the sound muffled by the pillows, the taste of cotton filling your mouth. “Fuck, yes, ‘m gonna come.”

His hips stop moving, cock stilling inside of you. A few tears slip down your cheeks. “Oh? But I thought my cock was useless.” Jeno feigns confusion as if he hadn’t just fucked you within an inch of your life. You groan.

“I’m going to fucking kill- hah, shit- you.” Your threat lacks any force, your sentence breaking when he pinches your clit.

Another slap lands on your ass and you keen, rutting back against him on instinct. “There we go, baby. You wanna come, you gotta do it yourself.”

You throw out every curse you can think of as you fuck yourself back onto his cock. Your muscles are screaming even more than you are, and yet you can’t quite get the speed you need, can’t get the force that Jeno can deliver.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out what he’s waiting for. Jeno wants you to beg, wants you to stroke his ego enough that it makes up for all the insults you’ve thrown at him. Your core screams at you to do it, mouth open to deliver the sweet talk that’ll get your back blown out. And yet, your pride prevents that from happening.

Like you even have any pride left, after this. Jeno’s already seen you cry, already seen you moan for it like a bitch in heat. It can’t get any more demeaning than this, working yourself up on his cock while he sits on his knees, doing nothing.

Jeno pinches your clit again and you break, body curling in on itself as you sob. “Please, please, I can’t.” You beg, fisting your hands in the sheets to get over the embarrassment of begging. “Please just fuck me.”

“Oh?” He sound amused and you hate that you know the exact expression that goes along with his voice. “So you’re admitting you can’t do it yourself.”

“I’m not admitting shit.” You get defensive even though he’s technically right.

“Oh baby, I think you are. Come on, just admit that you’re nothing but a dumb little cockslut and I’ll let you come.” His words send your entire body aflame, not in anger, but in arousal. Your core squeezes around him as if to feel him better, to help satisfy the need to get completely fucked.

Your clit buzzes painfully and you drop a hand to rub at it, only to have Jeno pin your hand in place. You sob. “Jeno, please. I need it.”

He lets go of your hand to stroke your hair, gentle touches contrasting the nature of the entire evening. You let your eyelids drop, lean into his touch a little. A gasp is forced out of your throat when he twists the strands around his fingers and yanks, pulling you up so that you back is flush with his chest. His lips go to your ear and the proximity has you feeling his growl in the depths of your soul. “Fucking say it.”

“I need you to fuck me.” You cry out, whatever shreds of dignity you had left go flying out the window. “Please, Jeno, I need you to fuck me.”

His lips quirk up against your neck. “And what are you?”

You hate that he’s going to make you say it. Your eyes squeeze shut. “I’m nothing but a- your- cockslut.”

There’s not enough time to process anything between your words and Jeno shoving you back into the mattress, pounding into your fluidly. You cry out in relief, the orgasm that had started to fade away being stroked back to life.

The intensity of it has your eyes rolling and you arch into it, letting Jeno take what he wants from your body. The pleasure seems to build and build, sinking into your gut until it takes hold completely. You scream when it hits you, taking over every part of your body until the only thing useful left is your mouth, crying out curses and pleas and Jeno, Jeno, Jeno.

It must be what he was waiting for. You cry out his name and he barely manages to muffle his curses before he’s coming, spilling into your pussy. It leaves you feeling hot and sticky between the thighs but you find that you like it, sighing contentedly as you let the aftershocks roll through you.

Some of Jeno’s come spills out and you whimper at the feeling, squeezing your thighs shut. A large palm pried them open and then there are fingers at your entrance, pushing his come back into your pussy. You gasp.

“Fuck, Jeno, I can’t.” You squirm, trying desperately to stop him but lacking the strength. “It’s too much, it hurts-” He raises his eyebrows at you and presses his thumb against your clit, laughing at how your body jolts.

He fingers you to a lazy climax, one that has you gripping onto whatever you can reach, sucking and biting marks into Jeno’s shoulder to ground yourself. It sucks all the energy out of you, leaves your limbs feeling heavy and your head spinning uncontrollably. Your eyes only stay open long enough to watch Jeno stuck his fingers clean, a soft moan rumbling in his throat.

“What are you doing?” You manage to ask as he lays down next to you, wrapping his limbs around you. He presses a sloppy kiss to your cheek.

“After sex cuddles.” Jeno yawns, pulling the blankets over your bodies. “We were able to tolerate each other long enough to fuck, I think we can manage to cuddle.”

You try to kick him but end up barely nudging his calf with your foot. “You’re so fucking weird, you know that?” “You’re insults are getting weak, y/n. Go to sleep.”

#jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #lee jeno smut #kpop smut

[mazuwii]

Eren Jaeger SFW Alphabet

Authors note: I hope this is feeding you guys because I am dragging this motivation by its hair😤

I was going to do Bertholdt next but I got a request for Miche so either of them will come out next😄

If you guys can’t comment (I’ve no idea how to turn replies on) Then I’m Lunology on wattpad, just comment on my aot scenarios book and I’ll post here! <3

—A (Affection, how affectionate is he?)

•Not the most lovey-dovey person in the entire cast, Eren is really shy when it comes to conveying his feelings for you. But when you both are alone, and he's comfortable with you he can hug you, or pinch your cheeks as a way of saying "You're so cute I could squish you into nothing."

•He has a very aggressive way of showing affection, like biting your cheek, kissing places with his hands clamping shut on them, it's difficult to get him to let go.

—B (Bestfriend, what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

•Being best friends with Eren is a wild ride. You'd think he adopted you as a best friend being the loud, boisterous extrovert that he is yet you're the one always getting him out of trouble.

•He's loud, fun, spontaneous but incredibly annoying. My guy will SPAM you with useless TikTok videos, his entire fyp on your messages.

•But he's very funny too, he crops your faces on animated videos and it lowkey looks so shit that it's funny.

•As your best friend, Eren will fight anyone who even thinks about threatening you (lmao he can't fight) so you're just stuck with scolding him and disinfecting his bleeding lip💀

—C (Cuddling. Does he like to cuddle? How would he cuddle?)

•If he gets a random wave of gratitude he'd just randomly burst into your room and hug you, it would be sooo random. You're just playing a game and this guy hugs you but as a joke, he walks around the room while hugging you so the chair you're on walts around everywhere with him. Once you understand what this weirdo is doing you just burst out laughing with him because you both look dumb.

•Like the dude is just staring into space when he remembers that one time you slapped a teacher for him, or almost got yourself in trouble to give him something and he just goes: ƈ ͡ (ुŏ̥̥̥̥ ‸ ŏ̥̥̥̥) ु COME HERE Y/NNNNNN!!

•Eren is a pretty fun boyfriend, wouldn't just stick to a cuddle session, it would be more like... playing a game on the console with you sprawled out on his lap.

—D (Domestic. Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

•While Eren wants to tie a knot when it comes to you and him, having children never ever crosses his mind. It's just fun fun fun until you're twenty-eight and you're asking when he wants to have a mini Jaegar. He just looks a bit taken back because it isn't an easy job...

•And when it comes to cooking and cleaning, he's actually somewhat good at cleaning, never missing a spot with his aggressive wiping. However... I don't see him as a cooker if you get me💀 probably burnt his finger while boiling water and never tries again.

•If we're talking about domestic then yeah maybe, maybe he does have a nice husband in him. Not one that pretends there's a spider on you when you wake up... or nOt one that hogs the pillows.

—E (Ending, If he had to break up with his partner, how would he do it?)

•He felt as if he wasn't giving you enough and that other men could satisfy you. Eren would be too scared to face you when he breaks the news so he would leave a note and completely disappear from your life.

—F (Fiancé. How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

•Eren doesn't really put labels on things, at least, he says that... the guy calls you wifey even though you aren't married. Sure he may think about it for a few minutes but quickly shuts himself down since he's extremely shy when it comes to chatting about the two of you

•Eventually when he goes to all his friends' weddings, he gets jealous and decides he should put a ring on it LMAO, you can expect him to be incredibly flustered and even play it off with a 'cool' when you say yes. It's best you hug him so that you don't see how red his face turns.

•I'm just sayin' he's going all out for your wedding, it's so funny, he's so extra... why are their ten limousines? Men shooting guns upwards the moment you both kiss?! A fucking food fight-

—G  (Gentle. How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

•If we're talking about physically, he is not gentle and he doesn't even try to be. He sometimes accidentally hurts you but never misses a second to kiss the spot and over-apologise. But Eren would never think about hurting you on purpose unless it was a life or death situation.

•Emotionally, he's fragile and would love reassurance. Emotionally, towards you, he doesn't be careful, always giving you jump scares, purposely pranking you

—H (Hugs, do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

•For you, he loves aggressive hugs where it's breaking your bones and he just lifts you off the floor and violently shakes you around like he can't get enough of you.

•He loves loves loves loves LOVES hugs when you two are alone and treating you like your a happy huge dog, ruffling every single part of your body for no reason at all and rubbing you with a relaxing force...?

•Again, Eren is very shy so you'd have to start hugging him first for him to get used to it and eventually, he'll be the one knocking into your body for a bear hug

—I (I love you. How fast do they say the L-word?)

•Eren says I love you through the number of shits he gives (Not literally)... If he cares about you he worries a lot and checks up on you almost all the time so

•It would probably be at a time where he did something so risky and you got so scared that the moment you caught onto him you cried it out, he'd apologetically say it back and hug you, with meaning of course.

—J (How Jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

•Coming from someone who tries her hardest to make this accurate, I can say Eren gets jealous to the  m a x

•At first he thinks to himself that you'd tell whoever it is flirting with you to fuck off but his pride shatters when he realises you didn't say anything and it doesn't sound like you will

•My guy either walks out in dismay and gets petty with you afterwards or he walks up to you and tells you the both of you have to go home before shooting a dirty look at the flirty dude or straight up telling him to piss off

•That may result in a physical fight 💀 that guy needs anger management classes...

—K (Kisses, what are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

•For Eren, I can say that he doesn't make out often but when he does he'll probably leave your lips bruised, he has an obsession with biting your lip at the wrong time💀 he's too rough on most occasions, it isn't fun... calm down Jaegar.

•Eren loves kissing your cheek, except he bites it and leaves a slobber of saliva on it. He thinks it's cute as fuck, he won't stop.

•As for where he likes being kissed... he likes feeling delicate and loved so he really enjoys it when you sweep his rapunzel ass hair aside and kiss the temple of his forehead

—M (Mornings, how are mornings spent with him)

•The blanket is probably completely off of him and his leg is resting on your hip. He's an animal so the guy wakes up at like...6am without an alarm- it isn't even a training day! It's a day off! And he still wakes up at that early time.

•A few morning exercises for an hour before he attempts to wake you up... violently.

•Listen! Eren likes making breakfast with you, it doesn't feel the same without you- it's defintely not because he has no idea how to work the gas and oven🌚

•He's very funny and social when he isn't hungry so mornings are pretty fun with him, cracking a few jokes while getting you dirty with pancake mix (he said he can't control where flour goes, this is why you don't get him to cook)

•And then after that, it's time to shower... idk you decide if you'll go in with him¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (Just sayin' his skin is very red afterwards, my guy uses cold water but scrubs so hard with the lufa-)

—N (Night, how are nights spent with him?)

•Like I said, Eren is like a dog, he spends his days using his full energy and he makes sure to use it all up so by 22:00 he should be knocked out.

•Eren isn't too bothered on cooking so you both probably just watch something before bed while eating take out

•afterwards it's a... really boiling hot shower, brush your teeth, have a conversation in bed for a while until you're both falling asleep at the sound of your voices.

•"Hah... loser... I can...- I can see you falling asleep *Jaegar yawn* first..." even though he's the one with the heavy, falling eyelids.

—O (Open, when would he start revealing things about himself? Did he say everything all at once? Or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

•Eren is very hesitant when it comes to being emotional, he thinks it isn't very masculine so you have to remove the toxic part away and reassure him millions of times that just because he cried, it doesn't make him girly.

•It would be an accident, he'd be trying to go stargazinh with you, you were resting on his arm and he was rambling and the subject suddenly got onto him. Without realising, he spilled everything right then and there... somehow without crying.

•The least you could do was hold on his hand and squeeze it gently... I doubt he's paying attention, he's probably scowling in memory.

•It's best you reassure him that nothing is his fault, nothing could have prevented what happened

—P (Patience, how easily angered are they?)

•He is very impatient to say the least, a control freak.

•When things don't go his way, he shouts, punches walls, scrunches up his hair but the moment there are tears in his eyes, everyone needs to leave the room

•oh ho ho HOOO you don't want to Eren to cry from anger, he turns into the silent kid with a glock in his bag... leave him for an hour and you'll come back to a fully destroyed room👁👄👁

—Q (Quizzes, how much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

•He remembers dumb small details, your favourite flowers, why you don't like public bathrooms, the reason you won't stop annoying his half brother 💀 (You wanna know Zeke's wiping technique... who doesn't?!)

•However he can't for the life of him, remember your doctors appointment or to pick up your medicine... he's halfway home and goes "Fuck-"

—R (Remember, what is his favourite moment in your relationship?)

•He and you go out on a lot of dates, but they're always wacky and messy. One of his favourites was when you both attacked Armin at the beach with water guns and then both Armin and Mikasa were both searching for you to get revenge

•You two hid behind a palm tree, giggling lowly with each other, aiming to attack your two oblivious friends but little did you both know, they heard your low confident remarks and lunged from behind the tree with two full buckets of freezing sea water dumped on you.

•He always remembers that day when he drifts off into a daydream and it always makes him smile

—S (Security, how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

•Trust me when I say... Eren would kill for you...

•So in conclusion, he is very protective and would not hesitate to take far measures to protect you. He's pretty much your ride or die

•While he doesn't show his protectiveness, he acts on it... if that makes sense? Listen, he's very protective but he's sneaky about it! I don't know how to describe it

—T (Try. How much effort would he put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

•Despite how immature he seems, Eren completes all tasks in his day. And he makes sure of it

•When it comes to dates, it's very random... more spontanous but it's always something like. "Oh by the way, we're going to a waterpark this Sunday." Orrr "Babe! Get ready, we're going to eat out with Armin and his girlfriend!"

•You have an hour and a half to get ready so I would call your relationship active 😭 not even sexually active just active.

•Eren can be thoughtful but you have to shove your interests in his face for him to know what you want. Cartoon posters? He catches you watching a lot of gravity falls, steven universe, AWOG, etc... and then anytime he sees stuff to do with that in shops, he gets it for you on the way.

—U (Ugly, what are some bad habits of his?)

•Like I said earlier, Eren has some... mild anger issues🌚

•Nothing can calm him down, unless you have Ackerman strength I doubt you can stop him. He has no idea how to deal with his emotions so it just bubbles up and then he sees an object and thinks 💡 this can take my shit load of anger

•The walls probably have a lot dents yk and calming him down is very difficult but to be thoughtful, you tried getting him a few things to help him deal with his stress properly

—V (Vanity, how concerned is he with his looks)

•Couldn't really give two shits about his appearance, my guy grew rapunzel ass hair and just tied it up because I doubt he's bothered to take care of it

•Sure he wouldn't mind you washing it for him and applying conditioner, in fact, he loves it.

•Eren doesn't care about his appearance and just throws on a hoodie and sweatpants most of the time. You have to choose the shit he wears when you go out on fancy occassions 💀

—W (Whole, would they feel incomplete without you?)

•Again, to Eren, you're his world and he'd do anything to make sure that world is safe and healthy so without you, who would he feel the need to protect?

•Okay MAYBE he doesn't like worrying but he just does so I guess that would be a good thing if you broke up but it isn't as worth it💀

•But ever since you've been his sunshine cheerleader, he can't imagine a morning without your whining ass voice, or fighting with you to the bathroom in the morning, jumping on your back out of nowhere

•You're everywhere in his head, of course he couldn't feel whole without you

—X (Xtra, a random headcannon for him)

•Anytime Eren loses at something(it could be a hobby or a game) he'd stop doing it. Just dropping the entire thing.

•Unless he feels competitive, that always fires him up to do better... so in a way, Jean motivates him to do things. Those two actually care for each other but they hate each other (not literally) they're like siblings!

•Sorry, am I making sense?💀

—Y (Yuck, what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in person?)

•First of all, my mans fucking hates chocolate, put it near him and he'll kick it or throw it against the nearest wall.

•Like Eren was such a good boi when he was little, eating everything his momma put on his plate, even the brussel sprouts he fucking despised.

•But chocolate is his last straw. Chocolate and peanut butter. It gets stuck to the roof of his mouth and he panics like a drama queen, fanning his face like a princess and washing his mouth with his heart POUNDING against his chest

—Zzz (What are some sleeping habits of his?)

•He sleeps pretty normally, when he turns he lets out a soft satisfied groan, which I'd say is ordinary

•As for his sleeping weight, I'd say he's a heavy sleeper, you'd need to shake him to wake him up, slap his face or something because when that sleep is BUSSIN he won't be WAKIN (bad joke sorry)

•And he's gaping. Shut his mouth please.

•His hands may accidentily fall on some places on your body, he places them everywhere. Like on your nose, on your belly

Authors note:

Have you guys noticed that I don't add the letter L🌚? *shocked noises*

Jaaaa that's because I don't wanna write about kids so forgive me lmao

I'M SO GLAD THIS IS FINISHED! I WANT TO ADD EVERY CHARACTER COS I FEEL SO BAAAAAD FOR NOT DOING A LOT OF YOUR REQUESTS!

Deadass my brain just went bye bye when it came to writing and I recharge by reading actual original work by published authors, it helps me get back on track

Bertholdt/Miche is next!

#Eren #eren fluff #eren sfw #eren yaeger aot #eren yaeger #eren jaeger #Ereh! #erehhhh #mikasa moment #eren x reader

[kiribakuhappiness]

Bakugou's Wedding Studio

Katsuki's

by KiriBakuHappiness

(AO3 link)

Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou Wedding Planner / Engaged AU Fluff/Humor/Light-Angst/Romance Rated T (for Katsuki’s colorful language) Word Count: 6315

Author's Note:// I really don't know where this story idea came from but I just had such an overwhelming urge to write it so now all of you are going to have to read it - enjoy!

Katsuki has never been to a wedding before.

The fuck would he waste his time going to one of those dumbass things for? To watch relatives who he didn't know and had never cared to meet before cry disgustingly and blow snot into rags in celebration of someone else in the family getting to have bland missionary sex for the rest of their pathetically monotonous lives?

Or did the joy come from listening to people whisper about the decoration choices and chuckle in disdain about family drama or was all the fun wrapped up in making sure someone's estranged uncle didn't get too drunk and try to piss on the bride's gown or -

Where the fuck was the fun in any of it?!

Fuck. Katsuki hated weddings - and he's never even fucking been to one before but that hardly matters because he gets the overall fucking gist of them just fine on his own. He's seen all the damn movies.

The weepy vows and the overly-edited wedding photos and the drunken hook ups in the coat closet or bathroom with someone who may or may not be a distant cousin or, fuck; it was all so very cliché and annoying.

Unfortunately, Katsuki's mother was a fucking wedding planner - so guess who knew way more about weddings than he'd ever planned to know?

You're a fucking genius. It's this guy.

Just shoot his damn brains out now. 'S not like he's gonna need them much after suffering through all of this shit.

"Katsuki," his mother swats at his arm and abruptly pulls him full force back into the wretched reality of this entirely undesirable situation. "Are you listening? This is important to me - I'm really counting on you for this one, kid!"

Katsuki barely holds back a groan. Barely.

He might be reaching 24, but his attitude still felt like that of an angsty teenager most days, and all of this unnecessary needling really wasn't helping with his high blood pressure that his doctor kept insisting that he had.

He shifts in the uncomfortable plastic chair by the edge of the hospital bed and tries to pay attention - he does - because his mother got hit by a car not three hours ago, and while that was so insatiably fucking hilarious to think about on its own, the resulting chaos that had ensued after such a laughably out-of-bounds incident that had dragged his ass head-first into all of this was most certainly not.

"I could do this shit in my sleep if I had to. I was forced to go with you to meet-ups like this all the damn time, remember?" Katsuki grumbles bitterly as he proceeds to flip through the scarce few channels on the television screen hanging up in the corner of the room.

Mitsuki snatches the remote from him when he passes over the same dull history channel about sharks for the third time since he'd arrived with a bag full of hastily packed shit from the house after he had gotten the call from the hospital.

"Yeah, when you were seven." She turns the television off and tosses the remote out of his reach into the other vacant chair on the far side of the room. Katsuki scowls and watches it soar away, briefly mourning the loss of the only thing getting him through this conversation with his mental stability still in tact.

"How fucking hard can it be?" Katsuki continues to gripe as he slouches further down in his seat, throwing his feet up to rest his boots on the bed with his ankles crossed. "'You want this piece of shit flower, or this piece of shit flower? You want this dumb table set up, or this dumb table set up?' I think I can fucking handle it."

His mother sighs and runs a hand over her bruised face, but he can still see the smirk that she's so desperately trying to hide in her palm. She can't fool Katsuki - she might sell lovey-dovey bullshit day in and day out to poor saps who waste all of their hard earned life savings on some big dumb party that most of their guests who are invited to attend are too drunk to even remember the next morning anyway - but she's just as much of an asshole as Katsuki is.

Mitsuki was just significantly better at hiding it in front of her important valued business clients.

"Just... please be on your best behavior, alright? And wear something nice. A sweater, maybe? You do own nice clothes, don't you?" His mother goads as she finishes organizing the gigantic black binder open on the bed sheets in front of her before she slaps it shut with a satisfied grin that stretches the bandage on her cheek.

"Oh yeah," Katsuki snorts with a condescending roll of his eyes. "Want me to get my finest jewels out of the damn vault, too? Maybe hunt down an endangered cougar and wear its scent as fresh cologne?"

His mother's hand comes up to her face again, but her shoulders are shaking. "How did I ever raise such a charming gentleman?"

"Beats me, you're a fucking bitch," Katsuki counters easily as he lumbers up to his feet. He reaches for the binder but his mother is quicker and she snatches it up to hold it close to her chest.

She's giving him her most serious look now.

Ugh. That means they're officially done fucking around.

"I mean it, Katsuki. This client was a referral - I really need them to have a good experience," his mother repeats for what must be the seventy-billionth fucking time.

Katsuki melts back into his chair with a disgruntled whine that could have come from a five-year-old's temper tantrum. "The fuck can't you just reschedule this shit for if it's so damn important?"

"Because the couple needs to be married and on a flight in exactly two months. Do you know how fucking long it takes to plan a wedding, Katsuki?"

He does. "No."

His mother smacks the binder against the top of his head before she finally holds it out for him. "Don't screw this up, wise-ass."

How fucking encouraging.

Katsuki snatches the binder from her with another overly-dramatic roll of his eyes as he shoves himself up to his feet again and starts for the door. "Hope you get a bed sore, devil woman."

"Love you too, you little shit!"

-

His mother's office building is way too fucking fancy for Katsuki's taste. Expensive wooden flooring and tall ceilings and Rome-inspired pillars and some kind of old fucking statue of a half-naked woman right at the damn entrance with her stone breasts all hanging out.

Was this supposed to be a wedding planner's studio or some kind of fucking art museum? Katsuki can't even tell anymore.

He supposes that it has been a pretty long time since he's last been back here, and he can't ignore the fact that his mother's dumb business has come a long way from being the dinky little hole in the wall that it used to be.

Still, the statue feels like a bit of an over kill. Katsuki can't stop staring at it. Where the fuck were her arms? And why did her eyes look like that?

Were they... moving?

His body tilts dangerously far to one side as he eyes up at the woman's face with a squinted gaze. She was definitely tracking his movements - this statue was seriously fucking cursed or something. It probably came to fucking life at night, creepy ass piece of -

"Uh... am I interrupting something?"

Katsuki nearly staggers over his own two feet as he hurries to try and right himself before he whips around to spot the culprit who has so suddenly decided to sneak up on him.

"Hah?! Fucking hell, make some damn noise next time!" Katsuki reprimands with a harsh glare. He hates being fucking spooked like that.

The man in front of him grins a wide, toothy smile. "Sorry, man! I didn't mean to startle you! Uh, is this... the Bakugou's Wedding Studio -"

Oh shit. This is the guy that Katsuki is supposed to meet with today?

His sharp gaze takes in the plain jeans with the rip in the left knee and the dark V-neck combo that he's wearing; a pretty casual get up considering the dumbass shirt and tie that Katsuki's hag of a mother seemed to think that he desperately needed to wear for this. She was so full of shit sometimes.

Fuck, was this guy still talking?

"- so I hope that's okay and everything!"

Katsuki has no idea what he's going on about, but it doesn't matter. He waves a dismissive hand around in the air, anyway.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want, Red. You ready to do this or what?"

The guy blinks in surprise at him and one of the hands he's had pushed down into the pockets of his jeans suddenly reaches up to touch at the stupid spikes of red hair styled on the top of his head before he laughs boisterously.

"Alright, a man of action - I like that! Let's do it!" Red cheers, thrusting a fist up in the air and beaming another ridiculously happy grin. What a fucking nut job.

Katsuki leads him around the creepy statue lady and across the wooden floors of the studio towards a set of black leather couches set up in the corner by the large bay windows overlooking the street below. He slaps the binder on the table and flops down onto the couch before he mindlessly flips it open to the first page to pull out all of the dumb introductory forms.

The faster they get through this shit, the quicker Katsuki can go home and take these uncomfortable clothes off - gotta keep his eyes on the prize.

Red plops down on the couch next to him, still smiling that mega-watt grin. Katsuki is used to seeing that stupid fucking look on his mother's more sappy clients' faces.

It's all about the fucking love, right?

Definitely not about all of the money.

"This place is really nice," Red compliments unnecessarily as his eyes sweep across the studio. "Did you decorate it yourself?"

Katsuki snorts at that. And then he rehears the question in the back of his mind and he cackles again because holy shit - that's the funniest fucking thing anyone has ever asked him. "Hell no. Just filling in for my mom or whatever. 'S her place, not mine."

"Oh, are you... not a wedding planner then, or?"

Shit. Backtrack - fucking backtrack.

"Hah? 'Course I am! You think I come here and do this shit for fun or something?" Katsuki snarks back as nonchalantly as he can. He really needs to just get this over with.

"Where's your wife-to-be, anyway? Shouldn't she be here nitpicking all of this shit over with you?" Katsuki grumbles absentmindedly as he yanks out a pen and finally settles down to do quite possibly the most boring thing to have ever been invented.

"Nah man, I just told you! My ah... husband-to-be had something come up at work, so he couldn't make it in today," Red explains again anyway, entirely unperturbed with having to repeat himself. "It's just me!"

Gay? Huh. Katsuki wouldn't have ever guessed.

"Whatever, just make sure he doesn't call and complain if he doesn't like what you pick out," Katsuki warns as he flips the pages of the binder to the first horrible section of a long list of equally horrible things; the venues.

"Don't worry about it, dude!" Red reassures with a confident thumb thrust into his puffed out chest. "I've got a great sense of style!"

-

So.

That was a fucking lie.

Red's got something - but it ain't style. A brain tumor, maybe.

"You want to do what?" Katsuki can't help but ask incredulously. His pen stalls in his casual note-taking as he raises an eyebrow and lifts his cheek off his clenched fist to better stare at the other man so that he knows just how ridiculous his dumb request sounds.

"You don't think that'd be awesome?!" Red expels with just as much disbelief, sitting up now with his hands thrown out wide in the air as though to adamantly argue his point. "First the ceremony, then the reception - or whichever one comes first, I guess I already forgot - but then, boom! Paintball tournament! It's fool proof, man!"

They've been at this for two hours now and Katsuki thinks there must be something seriously wrong with this guy. He's kind of starting to think that he isn't even really engaged. There's just no fucking way. He's literally a child with adult spending money.

"My mom ain't gonna plan a fucking paintball tournament for your wedding, I'll tell you that right now," Katsuki snorts with a further bewildered shake of his head at the very idea of it as he resettles his cheek against his fist again.

Red beams a mischievous sort of grin as he casually leans over to elbow Katsuki in the bicep. "Buuut your mom's not my wedding planner, you are! Right? C'mon, I can totally tell that you're way cooler than she is!"

Huh. Red's got some kind of a point there. Maybe not a complete one, or a valid one, but it's the start of something intriguing for sure.

Katsuki flicks his pen around in his fingers as he entertains this woefully horrible temptation to fuck with this painfully typical wedding design that Red's husband-to-be seems to be so dead set on having. Katsuki can't help but agree with the idiotic manchild; maybe that's what weddings need more of these days in order to be less shitty.

Some kind of entirely chaotic activity that causes real physical harm.

Besides, his mother did tell him that he was meant to do whatever it was that the customer wanted - whatever they ask for, just tell them you can do it and then figure it out from there! - and this overly enthusiastic redhead sitting on the other end of this leather couch from him wants a fucking paintball tournament at his wedding.

This temporary gig might be a lot more interesting than Katsuki originally gave it credit for.

"Alright, Red... you've piqued my interest," Katsuki concedes cautiously as he pens in a little added note at the bottom of the seventeenth modified color scheme they had finally settled on. "You want a paintball tournament, I'll give you a fucking paintball tournament."

"Woah, really?!" Red lights up like a fucking Christmas tree at that. "Oh man, you must be the best wedding planner ever!"

Katsuki tries not to look too smug. What a horrible fucking compliment, anyway. But still - Red's got the right idea. Katsuki was the fucking best.

He might not mind working with this idiot for the remainder of this project, after all.

"What other kind of crazy junk you want?"

"Oh, dude! I've got lots of ideas!"

-

A wedding generally takes anywhere from 200-500 hours to fully plan and execute. Katsuki's currently got about 10 1/2 logged with Red over the course of their past few meetings together, which only left a bare minimum of around 189.5 more hours to go.

Still, it wasn't really as painstaking or horribly boring as Katsuki had been expecting it to be. Despite the moron's horrendous sense of style and apparent fucking colorblindness, he did have a shit ton of incredibly dumb wedding event ideas to spout off endlessly about, and Katsuki was almost having trouble narrowing down which horribly inappropriate ones to choose to include in the draft proposal from their long ass list.

He couldn't believe how much he found that he really didn't mind walking into his mother's wedding studio in preparation for another long session with the weirdest client he's ever had the misfortune of meeting. This wedding was gonna be fucking awesome if Katsuki had anything to do with it.

His unusually optimistic attitude about this unfavorable situation changed rather abruptly when Red finally walked through the door a half an hour later, though. He wasn't alone this time.

Red's Fiancé was... not what Katsuki expected.

Not that Katsuki had really been expecting much of anything. To be honest, he'd almost forgotten that the dumbass even had one. But of course, it takes two to fucking tango, and here the lovebirds are now sitting on the opposite couch together from the one Katsuki had chosen.

"I read over the draft proposal last night and - " Red's Fiancé gives Red some kind of half-sympathetic/half-grimaced look. " - while I appreciate the eccentricity, I really don't think my family wants us to have a Slip N' Slide at our wedding."

Your family is fucking lame then, Middle Part. Katsuki crosses out the Slip N' Slide note in his binder with a disapproving scowl.

Red's face burns with a bright flush of color as he reaches a sheepish hand up to rub at the back of his head. "Ah, yeah, sorry about that! I went a little overboard with it. It was just really fun planning everything out with - "

Red blinks for a moment as his face smooths out before he glances in Katsuki's direction for what might have been the very first time since they had arrived. "Oh, I guess I've never really gotten your name before!"

Katsuki shifts in his seat and doesn't look up. "Katsuki."

"Right, Katsuki! It was really fun planning with him these past few sessions; he's gotta be the best one in the city or something - I was getting so excited for the wedding!"

Tch. Katsuki was sorta getting excited to see all the tom-fuckery come together, too. But whatever.

"I'm sure it'll be just as exciting," Middle Part tries to satiate like a parent calming down an obnoxious child with a condescending pat on Red's knee. The tone grates on Katsuki's nerves for reasons he can't even begin to come up with.

Middle Part turns back to Katsuki, then. "But in a more... traditional sense, if you know what I mean."

Katsuki's eyes narrow down at the binder in his lap, but he knows he's got a job to fucking do - his mother would have a damn heart attack or something if he didn't do what he was supposed to be doing right now - so he simply tears out the draft proposal form, crumples it up into a little ball, and tosses it carelessly over his head to land somewhere on the wooden floor behind his couch.

Back to boring old fucking business.

"Oh, I'd also like to go over the color scheme one more time? I'm more of a pastel person and the reds are all very... bright."

-

Katsuki can't stop thinking about it.

He hates that he can't stop thinking about it, but that doesn't make it any less true that he can't stop thinking about it.

Katsuki didn't know up-from-down about Red - fuck, he hadn't even been paying close enough attention to have ever caught the guy's real name - but something about their session yesterday with Middle Part didn't sit right with him.

It was all-in-all a very typical meeting. His mother would have been fucking ecstatic with the outcome. They changed the color scheme to something more pastel spring-timey and replaced the red Hibiscus flowers with some boring ass Tulips and they even had to go back and pick a different venue cause Middle Part had some kind of damn phobia of the fucking water or some shit and truly seemed to believe that the scenic lake-side cabin property that Red had chosen out on the outskirts of the city would be too much of a distraction for him to focus on The Big Day.

Pretty much everything that they had planned out together in their earlier sessions had to be changed. And throughout the entire fucking process, Red didn't say another damn word the whole time.

Not to give his opinion. Not to express any kind of interest or growing excitement. Not even to protest. He merely sat there with that plastered on goofy grin, with Middle Part's hand wrapped tight on his knee, and didn't say a single damn thing.

Katsuki can't stop fucking thinking about it. When he'd first met Red, he was certain that guy's COD was going to be suffocation from forgetting how to take a pause inbetween his incessant ramblings long enough to remember to breathe.

It wasn't even any of Katsuki's damn business. He knew that. And he didn't fucking care about the relationship dynamic of a newly-engaged couple that he didn't know and hadn't even met for more than a few hours. It just felt like such a big damn fucking waste of time because obviously this was all going to end in some kind of a divorce.

Middle Part was stiff and proper and had a huge stick up his ass, and Red was just so loud and expressive and wanted a fucking rock-climbing wall at his damn wedding. It was like watching some suburban soccer mom tame a real-life Rolling Stones Rockstar or some shit.

How did those two fuckers even meet in the first place? Fall in love? Get engaged? It didn't make any sense to Katsuki, and it was really starting to piss him off.

During their next session together a few days later (sans Middle Part again, who just had to run off and attend some hoity-toity business garden party or something else that happened to be more important than planning his damn wedding), Katsuki literally couldn't stop himself from asking, "You really want a boring ass wedding like this?"

Red stops mid-babble with his glass of champagne poised at his lips that Mitsuki had vehemently demanded that Katsuki supply for this next meeting - because how could he have ever forgotten to do such an important part of this overall incredibly lame process?

"Oh, I mean... it's not really supposed to be an actual party. It's more of a serious thing, you know?" Red tries pathetically to explain the purpose of a wedding to a(n unlicensed) wedding planner, rubbing sheepishly at the back of his neck. "I guess I got a little carried away with it all before. Sorry if I wasted your time or anything, I told you I'm no good at planning this kind of stuff..."

There it is again. That incessant needling in Katsuki's gut that he'd noticed also happened when Middle Part had placed that hand on Red's knee and didn't let go of it for the entire time that they were sitting together on that damn couch.

Katsuki purses his lips into a thin line to prevent himself from saying anything asshole-ish, because he's sure that one of the rules to being The Best Wedding Planner Ever was not to insult the Fiancé.

"That's why I really need your help here, man!" Red continues on, unbothered by or just too plain stupid to recognize Katsuki's silence on the topic. "You're so talented; I just know you'll make it the best day ever!"

It slips out before Katsuki can even think about stopping it. "Shouldn't that be your new husband's job or something?"

Red blinks over at him in surprise at such a statement, and Katsuki blinks down at the binder in his lap because - fuck - even he knows that was way totally out of line.

"Let's just fucking finish picking out the - "

It's the movement that he spots out of his peripherals as Red leans forward to place his glass of champagne on the table that causes Katsuki to stiffen and finally snap his eyes up from where they'd been glued to the binder.

Shit, Red doesn't look good. His brows are furrowed and there's an uncharacteristically obvious frown on his lips as he watches the bubbles in the champagne glass float up to the top. Katsuki waits with held breath for him to do something more, his heart pounding in his chest, and eventually Red looks at him again and offers him an entirely forced apologetic smile.

"Sorry, I'm just... I'm not really feeling that great today. I think I'm gonna have to cut this session short, if that's okay."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Katsuki's big ass mouth has gone and done it again. He doesn't even have enough time to try and salvage anything or react to such a sudden departure before Red is leaping up from the couch and scurrying across the studio towards the front doors.

Katsuki watches him leave with his pen hanging limp in his hand and his mouth slightly parted.

His mother was totally going to fucking ream him for fucking this one up.

-

"You said what?!"

Katsuki tosses an exasperated hand up in the air and glares harder from where he's standing at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom. He hasn't even taken his denim jacket off yet. "You didn't have to fucking meet this guy, alright?! He was pretentious and boring and - "

Mitsuki snorts with an angry roll of her eyes. "Newsflash, you fucking psychopath - you don't have to like the clients that you work for, you just have to do your damn job! He's not your Fiancé, this isn't your wedding!"

"I fucking know that! He just really fucking pissed me the fuck off!" Katsuki yells back, red-faced and frantic as he forces fingers to tangle through his explosive hair.

"You have to fix this, Katsuki - "

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that? Why's it gotta be my responsibility to convince this guy to marry that total fucking d-bag? It's gonna end in a divorce, anyway!"

"That's not even any of your fucking concern, moron! Let the divorce attorney deal with all of that crap!"

"It's not fair for Red!" Katsuki continues to argue adamantly none-the-less, slapping the back of his hand into the palm of the other for emphasis.

Mitsuki blinks over at him now, eyebrows scrunching in the center of her face and - shit, he doesn't like that look she's giving him at all. "Who the fuck is Red?"

"T-the fucking guy! The one I've been dealing with this whole damn time, the - "

"The guy who wanted to have a dunk-tank at his wedding?!" Mitsuki asks incredulously. "If you ask me, that's not fair to anyone getting married."

Katsuki glowers over at her as he shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his coat and curls them into tight fists to try and pull himself together.

"Least it would've been fucking entertaining to watch..." he grumbles bitterly, but fuck, he knows the old hag has a damn point.

Mitsuki's looking at him especially closely now and it's making Katsuki squirm under her laser-focused scrutiny. He clenches his jaw to combat the uncomfortable bout of feelings rumbling in his stomach and flings his hands (still secure in his pockets) out once more in a baiting sort of gesture.

"Fucking what?" Katsuki spits defensively.

"Oh... my god," Mitsuki leans back into the pillows on her king-sized bed like she's just been given the most horrible news. "Don't tell me you fell in love with a fucking client, Katsuki."

Katsuki's entire face scrunches up unpleasantly at that accusation like he's just swallowed an entire lemon. "The fuck?! Are you outta your goddamn mind!?"

"Are you?! Katsuki, he's engaged!" She whips one of her purple satin pillows at him. "You're supposed to be planning his wedding!"

Katsuki's hands are too tangled up in his pockets to prevent the assault and the pillow smacks stupidly against his chest and tumbles to the floor at his socked feet. "That's what I was trying to fucking do!"

"Really? Cause from what your dumbass just told me, it sounds a lot more like you've taken some kind of damn interest in this fucking guy and want to ruin his marriage before it's even started!"

Katsuki blinks at her because he doesn't even know what to fucking say in response to that. It's so totally outlandish and stupid. He's not fucking in love with Red - he doesn't even know that asshole! They've been in the same room together for approximately 25 hours - 4 1/2 of which Red hadn't even spoken a single damn word for!

Mitsuki heaves a deep sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose. It's like she can't even fucking look at him right now. "Just go, Katsuki. I should've never fucking asked you to do this for me in the first place."

Fuck.

Katsuki shifts his weight restlessly from one foot to the other. He knows he's an asshole, and he knows his mother's a batty fucking bitch, but that's why it always makes his stomach twist so uncomfortably whenever she looks at him like that - or rather, whenever she doesn't look at him like that.

Assholes needed to stick together, damnit!

"Mom, I'm fucking sorry or whatever, I just - "

"I know. Now leave. There's leftover soup in the fridge. Grab some when you go." Mitsuki picks up the magazine she had been perusing through before he'd so brutishly trampled his way into her room and she starts reading it again like he wasn't still standing there staring at her, and that was just the end of that.

Katsuki had fucked it all up. Someone's marriage, his mother's new client, her expectations of him - all of it. Fucked it right up from the ground up.

He clenches his jaw again and exhales a hard, agitated breath through his flaring nostrils before he snatches up the pillow on the floor and chucks it onto the bed as he stomps over to the door and finally leaves.

-

Katsuki has only ever bought flowers twice before.

Once when he got suspended from school for getting into a fight, and once when he totaled his piece of shit car trying to out race some idiot who had egged him on at a red light. Both times his mother had received them with the very same reactions - an incredulous stare, a long thoughtful pause, a heavy reluctant sigh, and forgiveness.

Lilacs were her favorites - and Katsuki only fucking knew that cause his old man used to drill it incessantly into his damn head all while growing up before that asshole had to go and die of brain cancer. ‘Whenever your mother is angry with me, I always buy her Lilacs. They soften her right up!’

That was the only reason why Katsuki was clutching onto such an embarrassing collection of recently purchased Lilacs as he pushed his way through the door of the Bakugou’s Wedding Studio a few weeks later.

He gave his mother time to cool off, and he went and got the damn flowers, and now he just needed to find the batty bitch.

There were quite a few people here today milling about on the furniture and perusing through the catalogues - some guy sitting next to his soon-to-be-wife was ogling the damn statue like he’d never fucking seen boobies before - and honestly, Katsuki would have turned around and walked right back into the street if he hadn’t spotted his mother’s head bobbing by somewhere in the background of all the fucking chaos.

Alright Katsuki, it’s fucking show time.

He regrips the Lilacs in his sweaty fingers as he maneuvers through a crowd of bridesmaids who are all screeching about something or another at a decibel that only fucking dogs can hear, before he finds himself suddenly face-to-face with his mother’s urgently frantic energy.

They both stop at the same time and stare at each other for a moment. Mitsuki breaks the silence with a click of her tongue again the roof of her mouth and a sharp turn of her gaze onto anything else in the room that isn’t him.

“I’m kind of busy right now - “ She tries to breeze past him but Katsuki just steps in her way and prevents her from leaving.

“Here.” He thrusts the Lilacs up into the space between them. His jaw tightens and he tries not to think about how fucking ridiculous he must look right now.

His mother’s list of reactions is consistent, at least; an incredulous stare that drifts down to eye at the Lilac bundle, a softening of her features as she takes in all of the different little purple petals - she’s probably thinking about dad, just like Katsuki does every time he has to wander into that damn flower shop on the other side of the city to purchase these stupid shits - and then... a heavy sigh.

She reaches out and takes them from him, and his hands dive back into his pockets purely on instinct and flustered nerves. Mitsuki looks up from the Lilacs and catches eyes with him again.

“They didn’t go through with it,” Mitsuki informs him. As if he even fucking cares.

“Hm.” He grunts back in some kind of forced response.

Mitsuki sighs again, softer this time, and runs the pad of her finger along the lush flowers. “Well... I’m sure business will be fine without them. I really wasn’t expecting such a rush like this today, so - “

“Uh... hello.” A voice interrupts from somewhere outside of their private family bubble.

Katsuki and Mitsuki both whip around and - holy motherfucking shit - it’s Red.

He’s wearing a leather jacket over a plaid shirt today, and his obnoxious spikes are loose and under the protection of a bandana. He grins sheepishly at the pair of them, his cheeks are already dusting with flushed color. “A-again, I guess. I just wanted to come by and apologize for wasting so much of your family’s time with... everything. I really hope I didn’t cause too much trouble for you.”

“Wait, you’re Red?” Mitsuki chimes in before Katsuki can even rub two brain cells together enough to spark any kind of a thought.

“Huh?” Red blinks at her in confusion before suddenly he’s laughing so loudly that people’s heads are starting to turn in their direction. “Oh! Haha, yeah I am! You can call me Eijirou, if that’s easier for you. Red works fine too, though, I guess!”

Eijirou.

“Anyway,” Red clears his throat, and he looks uncertain as he shuffles his weight around restlessly. “I know it was a bit of a shit show, but I really want to make up for it! I know some people who are recently engaged and I recommended your studio to them! Katsuki was so great with everything, and my friend Denki really wants to do something with zip-lining for his wedding!”

“Zip-lining?! Look kid, I appreciate the business, really, but - “

Katsuki elbows her hard in the ribs with a sideways glare sharp enough to cut glass. His mother eyes him back and they stare at each other for a long time, having one of their infamous telepathic arguments, before Mitsuki throws her hands in the air in added exasperation.

“Zip-lining, touch-tank, hell, I’ll order some fucking panda bears from the local zoo if they want it,” she declares to the heavens above.

Before Katsuki has the chance to snap at her, one of the dog-whistle bridesmaids is summoning her over from the other side of the room, and his mother beelines it towards them in an obvious attempt to escape. Katsuki watches her leave with a scowl.

“I, uh,” Red clears his throat again, and it causes Katsuki to snap his gaze back onto him once more. “I actually stopped by earlier this week but you weren’t here. I was kind of hoping to catch you, I... wanted to thank you.”

Katsuki blinks at him in disbelief. “Hah?! For fucking what? Ruining your goddamn wedding?”

“Ruin it?” Red’s head shoots up from where he’d been intently watching the tips of his sneakers. “Dude, are you for real? You didn’t ruin anything, you saved it! You saved me! I was always taught growing up that a wedding had to be perfect, and beautiful, and professionally photographed. And I was always told how stressful it all was and I was really nervous to come here and try to figure it all out - but when I was planning my wedding with you, it was... fun! And exciting! I couldn’t wait for it to arrive so I could watch all of my friends and family having the best time together on the most important day of my life!”

Katsuki can really only think to blink at him again, because truly, there must be something wrong with this fucking idiot. Nobody in the history of ever has probably been this excited for a botched wedding.

“Anyway,” Red shifts again, grinning that sheepish smile of his that squints his eyes and makes the flush on his face that much more prominent. “I know I was like... just engaged a few weeks ago or whatever but... do you want to maybe go play paintball with me sometime?”

Holy shit. Red was fucking asking him out on a date. Is that what was fucking happening right now?

There must be something wrong with Katsuki, too, because - “Sure, why the fuck not?”

Red is beaming again, and Katsuki’s heart is racing in his chest like some kind of dumb prepubescent child, and Katsuki’s never been to a fucking wedding before, but if he can manage not to fucking screw this up just like everything else, then he already knows that his and Eijirou’s wedding is going to be the best fucking one in history.

He’s already planning on it.

-

Author’s Note:// AHBXHBAXA - Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this dumb little short story! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated but never expected! <3

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[datawyrms]

Changed Hunt

For Phic Phight 2021! (not completely finished but AAAAfinshnowwww) lowkey Dannymay Day 2 Portal, as well

"That portal is awesome!" Sam says. "Would be so cool if it worked."

Danny goes down into the lab that night to try a few things—it doesn't quite go as he planned.(aka a no one knows au) (Dey’s prompt!)

Danny really wished Sam and Tucker had stayed a bit longer that day. With them around, maybe he wouldn’t have wandered in that portal like an idiot. In his own defense, how could he have known that little panel in there had been an on switch? Who’d put that inside a reality tearing portal device? Jack and Maddie Fenton, apparently. He was just lucky the thing hadn’t killed him! Or at least, managed to overdo it to the point he...survived somehow? He hadn’t really decided what that portal had done exactly. Waking in a pained heap, bathed in a haunting green glow from the now active portal was confusing enough. Looking up and seeing a stranger in the reflective panel nearby just made it worse. Of course he didn’t take it well, or know what to think. If he’d become a ghost, his parents would freak. Fixing their portal by turning into some...evil human hating creature probably wasn't in the plan. At least his terror somehow managed to get him to become human again. Heartbeat and everything. He hoped it had just been a weird one off, or he’d imagined it from trauma. Until he started falling through things. He died so hard  that he got his life back? The portal only managed to kill half of him? He was dead but ‘imitating humans’ was his specialty? Some human that just got to use his ‘soul’ or whatever to be a ghost early? Sam and Tucker might have had guesses- but he knew one thing right away. Whatever happened, he wasn’t all human anymore. He couldn’t tell them. What if they decided that was just too weird? What if they blamed themselves for not being there- thought they’d killed him? It wasn’t worth the risk. Besides, he couldn’t let Mom and Dad find out, so he’d be trying to hide any of the new weirdness anyway. Might as well just always do it. Maybe the weird new abilities would just go away. They hadn’t. They just forced him to think about it to keep both feet on the ground. He could deal.

Until other ghosts started showing up. Ghosts that actually knew how to be ghosts, terrifying powers and all. Ghosts that seemed to know what he was. He’d nearly jumped out of his skin when a green woman in a hairnet tapped him on the shoulder and asked who ‘changed the menu’. There was a lot of screaming and running away at that, considering she was floating and well. Obviously some sort of dead person. Freaky Fenton attracts freaky ghosts. Of course. She didn’t buy his claim of not knowing why the menu wasn’t exactly the same as fifty years ago (why would he? That’s a lot of years!) and thought setting ovens on fire and throwing them at him was a fair answer! So apparently Mom and Dad were totally right about ghosts being completely terrifying monsters that he should run away from very quickly. Which he did. He only ran into two walls he meant to go through, even. Just more reasons to never, ever tell anyone he might be like that crazed ghost lady. Mom and Dad proving their inventions actually did work sometimes was just icing on the ‘i’m so screwed’ cake. Ghosts exist, they fought one, and the school got shuttered for a week from excessive damage via flying appliance. Fun.

It was dumb to pretend that was a one off thing. It was stupid to think he could keep hiding what happened that day. Even if it felt safer, even if he just wanted to keep denying the portal was open so she could keep pretending it hadn’t done anything to him. Maybe if someone knew, he wouldn’t be hopelessly trapped by a huge glowing robot. Running didn’t work on this one like it did the older ghost lady. He tried, he really did, but the self proclaimed hunter kept tracking him down. Even when he transformed into the strange ghost version of himself he failed to dissuade the robot. Punching metal still hurt as a ghost, and so did getting pelted with little missiles. So much for intangibility being an advantage.

“You’re lucky that you’re a rare creature, whelp. Otherwise I’d be disappointed by how little effort hunting you took.”

Great, flame head thought he was a disappointing freak. More pressing was the net the ghost had shot at him that he couldn’t struggle free of. Even drawing on his weird ghost side wouldn’t let him phase through it. “Pretty sure you can’t hunt endangered species!” He redoubled his effort as the ghost picked up the net, trying to trick himself that his swinging was making him feel ill, not the terror of being carried off by some monster that came through the portal just to hunt him down.

“Hah! If I didn’t take you ghost child, someone else would simply end you.” The blank green eyes stared into his own as the machine pulled him up higher. “You should be grateful to be part of my collection.”

Danny gulped, unsure if he should keep his attention on his captor or the fact they were getting closer to the swirling portal. “How about no thanks? Since you’re such a good samaritan and all. You can just let me go and forget all about uh...this.” Why couldn’t he just squeeze out of the net, or make the rest of him all weird like when his legs decided to vanish sometimes? Pulling with his gloved hands wasn’t working, and the glow just grew  brighter as the lump in his throat got thicker. “Please? You already said I was weak, if you let me go I’ll be stronger next time!” Okay, it was a stupid plea but he’d try anything right now to not get dragged to some ghost world.

“I’m not a catch and release sort of hunter.” The ghost chuckled as his prey shrank back with the denial.

“How can you be the ‘Greatest’ hunter if you just go after kids, huh?” Begging wasn’t working, so maybe getting him angry? He couldn’t go through there, what if being on the other side made him more like this thing, or the other weird green monsters? “More like lamest hunter.”

“Oh you’ll see the sort of creatures I normally hunt, ghost child. Once you join them.” Skulker shook the net hard, rattling what little bravado Danny had managed to gather up right back out of him.

So much for that hope. “This has got to be a mistake, just let me go!” The ghost didn’t answer him, and he couldn’t help closing his eyes when the mechanical monster fired up a jetpack and flew through that portal. It wasn’t as cold as he feared it would be, it wasn’t like the void of space. Just as green as the portal, still a swirling background to everything. He swore he saw faces and doors, but couldn’t keep looking for long. The combined movement of being dragged along with the spinning energy was stomach churning enough, and he had to deal with the fact he didn’t know anything about this place. Even if this ghost decided to let him go, where would he go? Was there even anything to navigate with? He certainly didn’t see anything useful like stars. Would all this green stuff just soak into him and make him not want to find home? Nothing here made sense! It was easier to curl up instead of struggling with the net to stretch out, and the stupid ghost couldn’t see how the tears welled in his eyes as he struggled not to cry.

He should have been braver, should have tried to watch more, but it’d been too much. The crunch of metal against stone jarred him out of his silent self berating, just to be even more confused. He was on an island? That just floated, because islands did that here. Islands that had forests on them, that grew out of what looked like rock. Sure, okay. At least it was a bit of a distraction from the fact he was trapped by some evil robot in a completely different reality! Well. It had been. Seeing the fact the ghost lived in some weird stone skull jutting out of a mountain made him snort despite himself.

“You said my puns were bad, and you live in that thing?” He was pretty sure the green mohawk monster was Skull-something anyway. Mostly tuned it out after he kept repeating the ‘greatest hunter’ bit. “Ghost Zone’s Greatest Halloween Decoration’s a more fitting title.”

“For a terrified whelp, you are very chatty.”

“I think I looped around from terrified when I saw how doomed I am.” He was just joking. Totally. He wasn’t goofing around to try and fend off the engulfing panic of never getting home, nope. Absolutely not. He tried to pay attention to the strange ‘skull mountain house thing’, but the fact it reminded him more like a zoo inside wasn’t helping. Massive, monstrous glowing ghosts leering out and snapping as they passed, smaller sorts that didn’t even look up and several empty cages stained green was not calming his nerves. He couldn’t even describe some ghosts, being such a confusing jumble of parts that didn’t remind him of anything. All he could tell was robo-hunter probably didn’t have any willing guests. Unwilling guests that looked far, far more powerful than anything he could dream of trying. He was so, so doomed. To the point that being tossed roughly in a similar cage was almost a relief so he wasn’t right beside the ghost anymore.

First task was struggling free of the no longer glowing net (deactivated somehow? weird.) which wasn’t too hard, but just left him in his freaky ghost form, in a cage, in the middle of who knew where. The Ghost Zone, that’s what they kept calling it. Not Earth. Fantastic! That’s enough to get a C-, but not enough to get him out of this cage. Reaching through the bars was out, the unexpected shock had him rubbing his hand and grumbling to how having some invisible field between the bars was just unfair. At least let him see it before hurting him more. Now what? Grasping that feeling that let him walk through walls wasn’t letting him through the cage floor, just like how the net wouldn’t let him out.  Floating just reminded him of getting dragged here. So that was it. Why did he have to get stupid dying powers? They didn’t even do anything useful!

Stressing out and not finding a way out was an exhausting way to spend a few hours. He kept thinking of new problems, like he didn’t have enough already. When the robot wandered past, he almost grabbed the bars to get closer. “Hey! Screw head!”

The ghost actually looked at him, the stern face looking more confused than anything.

“Yeah you! You know I’m gonna like, starve to death in here, right?” Danny had no idea how he was managing to say something he was very terrified of coming true like it was a joke. “Kind of a waste, don’t ya think?”

“You will be fine, ghost child. Your pleas for freedom won’t fool me.”

“Wanna bet? Maybe we’re so rare because we all starve to death in this dumb ghost world or whatever.” That and there probably weren’t too many people dumb enough to get shocked to...sort of death. “That and like, you’re some freaky machine man, you probably don’t know anything about eating to start with.”

Skulker kept staring at him, as if doing that would suddenly reveal all his secrets. “Well I prefer live specimens, but I suppose I could always do with another rug.”

Oh gross! “Seriously? Do I look like rug material to you?”

“Wall art?”

Yup, he was gagging now. The very idea a ghost would want to do that just made his spine want to shake right out of him with disgust. “I’d be way out of place, all of the other ghosts here look like animals! You’ll just gross all your hunter buddies out.” Maybe if he pretended to be some know it all like Jazz the ghost would...reconsider making him into wall art? Uurk. What was his life that he even needed to think that?

At least that got the metal monster pondering, massive hand scratching at his chin. “I do wonder if your pelt would only show half of your nature.”

“How about we don’t test that and say we did.” He’d seen some of the knives on the way in and did not want any of them near him thank you very much. Not that he had much of a choice- oh man he really, really did not want to learn why Sam hated the fur industry this way. “Pretty sure I’d just die. More. Or something.”

“Oh, but you’ve seen the other pelts on the way in. They’ve still got enough of a spark to not melt to nothing ghost child. I’m not that sloppy.”

Oh so he could be barely aware wall art. Even better!  What would he do, skin him alive or just crush him? Both? “Humans don’t melt.” It was all he could think of blathering out. Don’t think about what the terrifying ghost guy can do Fenton, just don’t.

“True...unfortunately I don’t have another subject to test on.”

Score one for being a unique sort of freaky ghost kid. Maybe. “Soooo how about you just bring me back and rethink the whole uh. Hunting me thing.”

That just got Skulker laughing. “Not a chance whelp.”

“I’m not a whelp! I don’t even fit in with all your monster-things!” It had annoyed him, really. The other ghosts didn’t really...talk? “I’m not some animal!” 

More chuckling, as if amused by a puppy chasing its tail. “Of course you are, with that stench of the human world on you.”

“You think I smell. With what nose, metalhead?”

“None of your business. Not to fear, any ghost here can tell you’re a hybrid. That human body you insist on wearing can be felt even when you’re in a superior form.”

Oh, was this a ghosts thinking humans were animals thing? Or was this a ghosts are kinda racist to different ghosts thing. Was there a difference? He probably should have paid more attention in civics. “Yeah well that ‘human body’ needs food.” He wasn’t even going to touch the idea that he was ‘wearing’ his own body, eeeeugh.

“I’ll figure out a solution to your hybrid failings, child. I won’t let a prize go that easily.”

Greeeeeeat.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight 2021 #dannymay2021 #skulker #unfinished im sorry fsljfsfs #i took longer writing then i meant to #but uh. i can use other prompts to finish #or something #i swear this was mostly meant to be funny but i didn't get to the funny bit yet

[squidlyskeet]

Joyride -0.008

Pairing: StreetRacer!Bakugou x Fem!reader

Genre: TokyoDrift!au, Noquirks!au

Status: Ongoing

TW: Violence, Blood, firearms, eventual nsfw, 18+, mentions of anxiety and OCD disorders, grand theft auto, gang activity, eventual soft yandere Bakugou.

Summary:

It started with a simple question. “What do you say Y/n? You coming?”

After the sudden death of her mother, Y/n is sent to live with her estranged aunt who made a home in Tokyo, Japan. Weary of what this new adventure might mean for her future, Y/n lets loose for her first night there, but how was Y/n supposed to know it would lead to a car chase? A car chase in the passenger seat of a very angry, very hot, street racer’s super car.

A/n: TW FOR GUNS THIS CHAPTER. I REPEAT GUNS!!! Bold Italics means the words are spoken in Japanese. -Squidlyskeet ✌🏻✌🏻

Ringing woke me up, the blaring noise from my phone making me sit straight up in my bed. I checked the time, reading two thirty in the morning and groaned before throwing my blankets around trying to find the offending object.

Finally I found it, reading the caller I.d. before hiccuping in surprise and sliding off the side of the bed, ass first, effectively chucking the phone directly across the room. It hit the opposite wall with a dull thud and dropped to the floor still ringing.

“Jesus shit that hurt,” I rubbed my but cheek, worming my way across the floor with my legs still wrapped in the blankets.

The ringing stopped momentarily, made the sound that notifies me I have a voicemail, and then began ringing again.

What the fuck? Why at two thirty in the goddamn morning.

I picked the phone back up, rolling my eyes and hit the green button before whisper yelling at the man on the other end of the phone.

“Why are you calling me a two in the morning?” My voice was quiet, and hopefully stern.

“Why are you whispering? And this was the only time I had available, I had to sleep and then I had to go on a missi- Job as soon as I got back. This is the first minute I’ve had to myself. How did your day go?” Bakugou, the fucking asshole, replied.

“You’re telling me. That you woke me up in the middle of the night when I have to be up for an hour and a half. To ask me how my day went?” I gritted out.

I was not a good waking up person. Sleep was my only solace from reality, and I got pissy when even that is taken from me.

“Why do you have to be up in an hour and a half? And I’m still waiting on your repro- on how your day went. I don’t like waiting so speak the fuck up.” Bakugou demanded.

I didn’t want to admit it, but somehow, the quiet gravel of Bakugou’s voice soothed me in a way I couldn’t explain. He was rough around the edges, but again -even if it was the middle of the night- he called me to make sure I was okay, and asked how my day went. No one had ever done that before, so with a huff I caved and gave him a play by play of how the entire day went. From Shinsou and Kaminari’s horrible singing all the way to coming home and what I had for dinner.

“Good. You ate then? Also I don’t see why you need a job. Especially if you start school in a few days, Fukurodani High school is no cake walk. Hah. I’ll give it a week.” The angry man began laughing on the other end of the phone.

“Also. The two idiots will have to keep driving you for the next couple of days because I have to go out of town for a search and ki- another job. I can take you to work today though,..if you wanted me too. Or whatever.” Bakugou’s words became gruff with his last statement.

I giggled, rolling to my back on the floor.

“Well if you hadn’t offered I’d most likely have to walk so I think i'll take you up on it.” I replied, smiling.

“I better never find out that you're walking anywhere.”

I smiled.

“And if you do?”

“Then someone’s gonna have a problem in the shape of a chain, their ankle, and my bumper.”

“My my Bakugou, that’s not very heroic of you. And here I thought you were trying to be my knight in shining armor.”

I heard him scoff on the other end of the line.

“I never said I was your hero babygirl, in fact, if I were you, I’d stay away from a man like me.” Bakugou’s voice held a smirk.

“Now how am I supposed to stay away from you if you go and say something like that?”

Bakugou was silent for a second, before clearing his throat.

“Start getting ready. I’m taking you to work today, I know where it’s at. I’m parking down the street, but I’ll walk to the door. Make sure you're ready to go at three thirty sharp.”

Again with the drill sergeant bit. Jeez.

“Yes sir!” I playfully replied.

I heard Bakugou choke, clearly surprised and thoroughly confusing me.

“Y/n.” He commanded, stern.

“What?”

“If you know what’s good for you. You won’t call me Sir anymore.”

Confusion ate at me further until I took in his new tone.

Deeper.

Heated.

A fierce blush crept from my neck all the way to my forehead, and it was only getting hotter.

“R-right, o-okay. I’ll see you in an hour.” I squeaked, before hanging up the phone as fast as I could. I threw it back across the room onto my bed, and stared at the ceiling for a minute holding my hot cheeks.

I laughed. Uncontrollably. Raising my blanket to my face to muffle my embarrassed screams.

What the fuck was right.

——————————————————

Fukurodani Prefecture High school.

It was an intimidating place, and the culture shock was felt intensely when Shinsou dropped me off at the front gates this morning. The structure was different than what would be the norm in the states, and the uniform left a lot to be desired. The plaid skirt fit of black and yellow fit a little too short, and the blazer felt a little too formal.

Noel went out of her way to tell me everything that would likely be different here, but even still experiencing it first hand was surreal. They didn’t have a lunch period, they only brought bento boxes that they ate in their home rooms. I was to change my shoes when first arriving, and expected to join a club or activity after school. Although in my few days Yin early in the mornings, she informed me that working with her at the bakery could be considered a type of home ec, and they wouldn’t put up too much of a fuss about considering it that.

Finding my way around the school was very much my biggest struggle so far, and I huffed when I remembered what Noel said.

“I know you were originally meant to go to Nekoma, but Mirio and I decided that you’d be better off going to a school like Fukurodani. If you’re okay with it that is. It looks better on Uni applications, not that you have to do that either. You just might not know what you might want ten years down the road..” Noel’s tone was nonchalant as she snacked on her sandwich, eyes focused on the movie on the TV.

“Why would one public school compared to another look better?” I asked, shoving more popcorn in my face.

“Because it isn’t a public school.” She stated simply.

“You’re sending me to a private school?!” My voice raised a pitch, cracking in the middle. “Doesn’t that like..cost money?” I asked, incredulous.

“You don’t have to worry about it. It’s been paid for.” Noel clipped, ending the conversation. But I wasn’t done.

“BY WHO?!?” The last thing I wanted to worry about was owing someone however much it cost to go to some prissy private school.

“I’m not telling you. Now watch the movie.” Noel’s voice held a warning, and with a huff I backed down. For the moment.

It was a mystery really, unless it was Noel herself I had no idea who could have possibly paid for me to come here. On top of that, strings were pulled for me to come here on such short notice. I wasn’t dumb, and I was grateful, I just wanted to know who would put that kind of effort into someone like me.

I sat at my assigned desk at the back of the classroom that was meant to be my home room. No one has made an effort to talk to me yet, and I didn’t know if that made me feel bad or relieved that I didn’t have to speak. Especially if it meant I had to speak in my broken Japanese I’d been learning from Shinsou and Noel. The contents of the bento box that sat open in front of me looked unfamiliar, and the knee high socks were cutting off the circulation to my calves.

I knew I was only working myself up, but nothing was familiar, I felt out of place and uncomfortable.

I felt my phone ping with a text message.

From SIRbakugou: It should be about your lunch. How is your first day at school?

Looking down at my phone screen, it was like my lungs opened up. I hadn’t heard from him for days and I was getting a little nervous. Since I’d known the man, he’s always been super obscure about what he does in his spare time, only ever asking me how my day went.

And as I finally breathed deeply for the first time in ten minutes, I smiled. Then my smile grew wider when against my better judgement I sent him a meme.

From SIRbakugou: I swear to god your dumb as hell. Answer the question.

Ugh.

To SIRbakugou: I feel very out of place, but other than that the classes are similar enough to the advanced ones I was taking in the states.

From SIRbakugou: Keep me updated.

I decided not to text him back, letting me keep a little mystery too. At least I’d hoped. I’ve realized by now that this wasn’t exactly how the elusive ‘talking’ went, as there was really no getting to know each other. Or to be more clear there was no me getting to know him. Thus far I’ve rambled about myself and worn my thoughts on my sleeves around him enough for him to get the general gist. Even still, I continued to talk to him, who was I to judge or criticize the courting process here. If that’s even if this was.

The thought of Bakugou trying to woo me..well it didn’t put me off nearly as much as I thought it would. That was enough to not allow myself to text him back in itself. After all, I hadn’t seen him since the awkward silent car ride to work a few days ago.

“Don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself.” Someone said as they sat next to me, uninvited.

“Bokuto Kotaro. It’s nice to meet you. It looked like you didn’t know whether to scream or run for a minute so I decided I’d come ease the tension.”

A brick shit house was what the silver haired man was. He kind of reminded me of Kirishima with his wholesome smile, and soft amber eyes. None of that took away from the fact that there was very much a stranger potentially hitting on me.

“U-uh Y/n..” I replied, hoping he’d get the point.

It seems he did, because after a minute of searching my face he let off the deepest belly laugh I’d ever heard, and he sat just like that, laughing hysterically until tears were falling from his eyes.

“Don’t..whew..don’t worry Y/n, I’m as straight as a volleyball, and everyone here knows it. Although you’re a very pretty girl, I don’t really swing that way. Sorry to add to your disappointments.” Bokuto’s smile somehow grew tenfold, and I -even though it made me feel terrible- felt much better about conversing with him.

I didn’t do well with random interest thrown at me.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to offend you if I did..” My brow furrowed, I wanted to ask questions, but if I were being honest I was embarrassed with myself. “Do you think..maybe you could help me find my next class after this one is over?”

“Of course, what kind of senpai would I be if I didn’t?” Bokuto replied, puffing his chest out like that was something to be proud of.

Whatever..a senpai was..?

“Oh thank god. If I’m not late because I’m lost it’s because I was trampled by a hoard of frantic students. Glad I have you, two birds one stone and all that. No one is trampling you.” I mumbled and laughed to myself, unaware he heard me too.

His second round of laughing brought it to my attention, and he slapped my back with a little force. It took the air out of my lungs but it was all in good fun, so I let it slide.

“You know, I like you Y/n. Do you wanna come with me and some friends to the gym after school? We play volleyball.” Bokuto said as he began to stand.

“I’m sorry, I have someone pick me up after school. Then I have to go to work, I wish I could though.” I pretend pouted as I stood to follow the silver haired man from the room.

“No worries, maybe a different day. Now let me see that schedule of yours, no time to waste.” Bokuto held his hand out, and I pulled the translated paper from my pocket.

“Don’t worry Y/n, it gets easier.”

I sure hoped so.

———————————

“Wow…You’re with him? In the Jaguar?”

Bokuto’s voice was incredulous, his mouth agape and if I looked hard enough with hearts in his eyes.

��Like with him or with him because neither. He’s just a friend of the family doing my uncle a favor by driving me to school and back.” I replied, looking at the unfamiliar black car with well placed lightning bolt decals.

It was a nice car, I’ll say that at least.

“Anyways I should go, thank you for walking me to the car!” Bokuto shot me a suspicious look as I smiled and waved walking away.

“Yeah..I’ll see you tomorrow.” He waved back before turning around and heading back toward the school.

I walked toward the black car that stuck out like a sore thumb in the pick up line for students, and for the first I was embarrassed. I didn’t want any extra attention, and this was not helping that particular situation.

I opened the door, sitting in the seat before even I even looked at who was in the driver's seat. It obviously wasn’t Bakugou or Shinsou, so it didn’t matter. Until a familiar voice spoke up.

“What no hello?” Kaminari laughed.

“Uhhhgg. Jesus fucking Christ. It’s you.” I groaned, crossing my arms and rubbing my hands down my face.

I shut the door and motioned for him to go, but not before he started laughing harder.

“You know the rules Y/n.” Kaminari playfully demanded.

I shot him a look and rolled my eyes before reaching for the uncomfortable harness. When I was fully buckled, I motioned once more and Kaminari finally complied, revving the engine and garnering even more attention from my peers in the courtyard.

“So how was it?” His voice sounded honest, but I couldn’t bring myself to recount the exhaustion that was today.

“Fine. How come I’ve never seen you driving?” I fired back.

“Don’t change the subject to things that are irrelevant, I just wanna know how school went, everyone back at the shop is curious too.” Kaminari continued.

“I wanna know why I’ve never seen you in the driver's seat before.” I pressed further, unaware of his rising irritation.

“Jesus. It’s because I’ve gotten one to many DUI’s and wrecks under my belt to be trusted with carg- with parts. We haul parts for cars as cargo. So I navigate, does that answer your question?” Kaminari sighed.

Yes actually it did, but now I felt bad. Why when I finally have the nerve to say something all that comes out of my mouth is just snarky word vomit. I decided to change the subject all together.

“Do you wanna scream music at pedestrians?” I asked, face still stoically straight.

“Has anyone ever told you you’d be really good at poker? And yes!! I thought you’d never ask.” Kaminari smiled, turning up the radio and singing.

I was singing quietly, looking in the mirror when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye. A black sedan, it looked almost like it was..following us. That’s not what concerned me though. What really concerned me was the emblem on the side I immediately recognized. A red rose.

Wasn’t that..?

“Hey Kaminari?” I kept looking out the mirror, blindly slapping his shoulder with my left hand.

He turned down the radio, “What?” He asked, unbothered.

“Do you see that?” I pointed my finger behind us, and Kaminari followed the direction until finally, he spotted it too.

I watched a Kaminari’s eyes visibly widened, panic flashing in them, as they ghosted over the rear view mirror and back to me several times. If I wasn’t mistaken, he looked like he was about to melt into an anxiety attack, and that just wouldn’t do. If he is panicked like this, we need to figure out how to get away from them.

“Alright, Kami, Kami can you hear me. Breath. In and out.” I motioned breathing, hoping he’d follow the movements and copy them. I was thankful when finally, the yellow haired man snapped out of it and started to process the situation.

“Shit. SHIT. SHIT.” He was at a red light, and it allowed him a second to run his hands through his hair and work up what I assumed was a plan.

“Okay. Okay. Y/n. Unbuckle your harness and get underneath the dash, try not to let them see you moving around, okay? When we turn that corner right there, I want you to climb over the dash as fast as you can past the tanks and behind the backseat. There is no separator between the backseat and trunk so you should fit fine.” He shifted gears as the light turned green, and I began unbuckling the harness. “They are going to stop me, you can’t make a peep, okay? No matter what you see, you can’t make a peep.”

I nodded my head, following his instruction, fully unbuckling the harness and throwing myself to the floor beneath the dash of the passenger seat. I was shaking, but I knew I had to keep myself together for the sake of Kaminari. If I started to lose it, I had a feeling he’d lose it twice as bad.

I watched as he picked up the comms device I've seen in all the cars so far.

“Chargebolt to Ground Zero. I’ve got the south on my six. LITTLE CHICK IS IN THE CAR. I REPEAT I’VE GOT LITTLE CHICK IN THE CAR. WHAT ARE MY ORDERS? OVER.”

He slammed it back down, as a familiar voice answered his call. It was Bakugou’s voice, and even if he wasn't speaking to me, and it wasn’t in a language I understood. It calmed me down. This was just like our car chase, and it was terrible to say, but I wished that it was Bakugou in that drivers seat instead of Kaminari. I wished that I was smelling burnt sugar and gasoline, instead of th black ice of this car, and the green and orange interior that I thought complimented each other so well.

“That was Bakugou, he is on his way as well as a few others. He’ll take you when he gets here.” Kaminari shifted again and turned the wheel, and I took that as my que.

I shot out from under the dash, and as agile as I could manage I pushed myself forward through the space between the seats. It happened to be just my bad luck that as soon as Kaminari had straightened out, he sped up. Like a lot. I launched forward, unable to stop my body, my head collided with one of the tanks hard enough to rattle my skull. I groaned, rubbing my head, but I shook it off when I remembered that Kaminari needed me to do this. I kept pushing, finally reaching the space he told me about. He wasn’t lying when he said that it was small, I hardly fit, but I made it work.

“Are you in?” Kaminari asked from the front.

“Yes.” I replied, trying not to focus on the slight trickle of liquid slithering it’s way down my forehead.

Before anything else could be said, Kaminari was stopping the car. Pulling over on a deserted industrial road somewhere.

How was Bakugou going to know where we were?

I silently tried to pull my phone from my pocket, turning off the sound and opening the maps app. I clicked the button I needed, and breathed out when I successfully pin dropped our location to Bakugou.

Please get here soon, I’m scared.

A door slammed from behind us, and I led my breath for what felt like hours as two men approached Kaminari’s car. He rolled down his window, greeting them with a smile in true Kaminari fashion. I had no idea how because looking at them through the small opening between the back seat and the door, I realized just how real this situation this was. Both men looked like men for hire. Littered in scars. Carrying weapons.

“How can I help you gentlemen?” Kaminari’s tone could win awards with the steady pitch he spoke at.

“Tell us why you were in the southside with a tagged car.” The man sounded Russian, which among other things blew my mind.

“This car doesn’t race, nor does it carry cargo.” Was Kaminari’s only answer.

“That’s not what I asked you, you fucking dimwit.” The man’s tone was harsher now.

The sun was in my eyes and all I could see at first was a glint in the reflection of the mirror on the driver’s side door. Tears gathered in my eyes, and I clamped my hand over my mouth. My eyes widened in fear.

I tried to hold in the whimper that was trying it’s hardest to escape from my mouth as the first tear of terror swelled over my eyelid and slid down my face.

I prayed to any god that would listen to please just let Bakugou get here as fast as he could.

Because there was a gun pointed at Kaminari’s head.

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Confident (Lucio)

Inspired by Confident by Carlos Vara, and @desskryze ‘s The fool’s lovers Spotify playlist.

Characters: Lucio (POV), Morga, a dash of Nasmira. Mentions of Nadia and Valerius.

Prompt: A painful question makes Lucio go down memory lane and question his own confidence.

Words: ~ 1750

Warnings: strong language, violent themes (emotional abuse), angst, alcohol misuse.

AN: (this is my first time writing a fanfiction so pls go easy on me lol)

“How are you so confident?”

Lucio had no idea why he still remembered that question. It was the middle of summer in Vesuvia. It hadn’t rained in weeks. It was as if a huge cloak of fire was covering the city. The heat outside was almost unbearable.

“The people need something to cheer them up”, Nadia had said. So naturally, Lucio threw a party. Then another. Then he decided to host another full-blown masquerade, and tonight was the night. The roaring sound of laughter and happy screams was filling the air. Singers and musicians were all playing in unison, tapping their feet and smiling, as a huge crowd of partygoers danced their heart out on the floor. The music was so loud in the palace, it could be heard from a few miles away. The rhythm of the drums was almost hypnotising. The walls were shaking, the heat was rising, and amongst the crowd, Lucio was thriving. He loved the attention. He loved the spotlight. The masquerade was made for him.  

“How’re you so confident?” What a dumb question. When Nasmira - one of Nadia’s sister - asked, he couldn’t help but laugh in her face. The nerve of this woman! Even if it had happened a few hours earlier, Lucio could still remember. Despite the drinking, the dancing and all the partying. Why did he remember? He could still hear her voice:

“How’re you so confident?”

“What?” Sat at the buffet table, Lucio turned to the woman next to him, clearly annoyed. “Speak up Nasmira, I can’t hear you over the music.”

“I said, how are you so confident? It’s amazing, I would lov-”  

“Hah!” Lucio raised his hand to stop her. “It doesn’t matter, actually. I don’t care.”

Without any care or hesitation, Lucio flashed her his prettiest smile, stood up and left. He paid no attention to Nadia’s murderous gaze on his back, as he headed to the dance floor, after stealing a drink from a nearby table. He already had a little buzz, but that was just the beginning.  

For hours on, he had danced, eaten, indulged in all the pleasures he could get without taking a break. Time seemed to have flown by, and yet the night was still young. Swaying his hips to the music on the dance floor, Lucio started to sing. Drink in hand, shirt open, he was the life of the party. His dance partner looked at him with half hooded eyes, clearly under his spell. He was having more fun than he could handle, and yet he couldn’t forget this question. “How’re you so confident?”  

The thought of it made him frown. Hell, of course he’s confident. That’s just him! What else could he be? That’s simply who he is. Right?

Spinning and spinning on the dance floor, Lucio could feel the alcohol from his drink starting to settle. Lost in thoughts, for a moment, he did ask himself “...Why am I?” Memories of his childhood came to mind. Morga, his mother, screaming at him because he couldn’t hit the target with his axe. The other kids chuckling at his struggle. Him getting so mad, he almost threw the axe at them. Getting to bed without dinner for being bad. Crying to sleep. Plotting his revenge. Getting it, but being unable to get rid of the pain. Morga rejecting his hugs. Being forced to sleep outside during a thunderstorm at night. Feeling so small. So weak. So insignificant.

It all came back to his mind in a second. Lucio almost needed to sit down. He looked at his glass: empty. Feeling dizzy, he excused himself from his date and rushed to the bar. He sat on the nearest stool, yelled a couple words to the bartender and sighed. In a second, he had two more drinks in his hands. It was more than he needed, and yet it still didn’t feel like enough.  

He was hurting. The black hole he used to feel in his chest had come back. His face, now red was contorted in anger. He squished his glasses, so tightly the veins on his hands were pulsing.  

He hated them all. His mom, his dad, his family. For too many years, they had mocked him. For too many years, they had made him feel like he should hate himself. They had made him want to die. Well, no more.  

He remembered the day he finally snapped. His 18th birthday. The worst day of his life.

“You have to earn the title of leader, Lucio!” Morga had said. “I don’t care that you’re my son, I don’t care that you’re of age, or that it is your ‘birth right’! You’re just a small, useless, incapable weakling! Unworthy to lead the Scourge tribe! I will not announce you as the next heir! Not you, a fool, deprived of any strength!”

Lucio looked at his feet. For so long, he had tried so hard. He’d had enough.  

No more.

“I’ll show you ‘strength’, mother!” Morga’s eyes were big like the moon, as she watched her son flip the table over. Tears prickling his eyes, face deformed by painful rage, he began to break everything that fell under his hands. Vases, dishes, shields, frames... everything. Morga rushed to stop him.

“Lucio! Stop it, stop it! You idiot, you fool!” He tried to fight her off, but his mother managed to seized his shoulders and push him in his room. She locked the door behind him. "You'll get out once you learn how to be a man!”  

Lucio heard his mom walk away, and the front door open, then close again. Face red, he punched his bedroom door, again and again, to no avail.  

“I hate you!” he yelled, hurting his throat.

But Morga was long gone. There was no one to hear his first sobs. There was no one to hold him, as he slowly slipped on the floor, back against the wall. There was no one to comfort him, no one to hug him, as he sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. No one. There was no one for him. He was all alone.

That night...

The memory was excruciating to remember. Lucio opened his eyes, surprised he had even closed them in the first place. With a shaky breath, he looked around at the masquerade.  

People.  

People everywhere.  

He was surrounded by guests. Friends, family, strangers. Citizens of Vesuvia and nearby provinces. So many people. All here tonight, because of him.  

For him. In his honour.

The thought made him puff out his chest a little. If his dad could see him now, right? His dad...  

His dad. He remembered sneaking out of the settlement, that night.  

He remembered.

Cold, face full of dried tears, walking in the dark. The full moon in the sky being his only light. The only witness of what he was about to do. Alone, he was walking. Walking towards the biggest mistake of his life.

His fists were sore from all the punching he had done on his door, enraged, trying to break free. His arms - full of scratches caused by the window’s glass he had to break to get out - were painfully throbbing.  

But Lucio was determined. One foot after the other, steadily, he reached the cave of the serpent of destruction - Vlagnagog.  He knew what he had to do to become strong. He had to ask for the power to kill his parents.

So, he went on his knees. He went on his knees and performed the ritual.  

No, at the time he didn’t know. He didn’t know, didn't realise, that he summoned the worm of pestilence instead. The worm did tell him that Vlagnagog was dead. He did. But Lucio couldn’t back down. Instead, he laughed. He laughed, like he always did when the pain grew too heavy. When his dad berated and insulted him. When his mom left him in the forest at night to toughen him up. When he felt like the ‘worm’ his mom called him so often. He laughed, because he refused to cry. And with a laugh, Lucio decided he would still make the deal. He was too weak, or stupid – as Morga said – to back down. So he got the worm of pestilence’s power.

He remembered holding his dad’s dead body, the next day. He remembered, finally feeling free when he realised that he could never hurt him again. He remembered the fury in his mom’s eyes, when she set eyes on him, bloody clothes, blood dripping from his hands. “See mom ?! Who’s weak now ?!”

“Not me”, Lucio muttered to himself, still sitting on the stool. He glanced at his glasses, which were now empty, and his head was spinning. “Holy shit, I’m smashed.” He got up, almost falling over, and looked around to find a dance partner. In the crowd he saw Nadia, who didn’t even care about him. He saw Valerius, chatting with another man. He saw his previous partner eating with their friends.

So he laughed.  

He laughed so hard his ribs hurt. Grabbing the closest person to him, he headed to the dance floor, dancing with all his might. He could see several eyes on him, whispers of admiration, ‘heart eyes’ and blushing cheeks.  

Adoration. Envy. Desire. He could see some curious eyes, from people - like Nasmira - wondering “How is he so confident?”

And deep-down Lucio knew the answer. “Because I have to.”  

He refused to be weak. He refused to let his mom’s insults win. He refused to give up on whom he wanted to be.

Truth was, he wasn’t t that confident. Not inside. Not always.

But he tried. And he couldn't stop. Otherwise, his world would crumble.  

So, he drank, ate, danced and over-indulged, trying to fill the hole in his chest which felt deeper, some days. And at every party, every masquerade, he put on his mask. And got ready to play.

Because maybe, one day he’d wake up feeling truly happy. And confident.

For real, this time.

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Breakout

An AU where Jean is a shifter and got caught by Zeke and his men. Beside the torture he was receiving, Pieck visits him and the two start to get closer. They want to escape together - but at what costs?

TW: torture, beating, rape (no explicit rape, not between Jean and Pieck!), blood, violence, angst

Read it on AO3 or under the cut!

Chapter one - Chapter two - Chapter three

A few hours passed and the sun was starting to set. Pieck remained on Jean’s lap where she very obviously felt comfortable.

However, when Zeke entered the cell, both of them stood up. Jean made sure to keep Pieck behind him this time as well, just in case Zeke got the idea to lay a hand on her again.

“You two get along pretty well, don’t you?” The blond hummed, taking a few steps closer.

Jean narrowed his eyes. “You’re not dumb, you know you won’t get any information. So what do you want?”

“Hm? Am I not allowed to come here for some chitchat? We are similar, you and me.”

“Hah, don’t make me laugh. I’m not as pathetic as you.”

“We have both leading qualities and a sense of empathy. I can tell just by the way you’re treating Pieck- who’s actually your enemy.”

Jean raised a brow. “Pieck, who was actually your ally. You treat her like trash. That makes us nothing alike.”

“Jean, you should know the feeling of being betrayed by your friends. Reiner, Berthold, Annie, they’ve betrayed you, used you. Annie is crystallized. Reiner escaped and came back here. He shared valuable information with us, that way we were able to capture you.”

Zeke took another step closer to him, looking up into Jean’s eyes. They were burning with fire.

“However, betrayal is unforgivable and needs to be punished. I need to ensure the safety of my people, you know? And make sure nobody else thinks of betrayal. Set an example.” His eyes flicked over at Pieck. “If you would’ve done that with Reiner, we probably wouldn’t have been able to capture you. But Reiner is a slightly different case, he was sent to betray you from the start. That was his job, he never really was on your side. Pieck, on the other hand…”

The ravenette narrowed her eyes slightly.

“...is quite a loss.” Zeke finished his sentence. “It’s a shame but it can’t be helped. Rules are rules.”

“Turning her back to you was the right decision.” Jean pushed him back roughly. “You’re a poor excuse of a human being. One day, we will stomp you down, Zeke.”

There was a glint in Zeke’s eyes, a grin came to his lips. “Ah, is that so? It’s not going to be that easy, though. Floch. You can come now.”

Jean’s gaze darkened as he watched the other enter the cell. He pushed Pieck further behind him by instinct and eyed the two men. He had a very bad feeling about this.

“The hell do you want?” Jean growled.

“As I said, betrayal needs to be punished.” Zeke motioned at Floch. “I’ll leave Pieck to him while we two have a little chat.”

If someone knew of the dirty intentions Floch had, it was Jean. That man was revolting, everything he did was just out of his own enjoyment. And leaving Pieck with someone like that wasn’t something he would do.

“Touch her and I’ll kill you,” he spat, keeping Pieck close behind himself.

“You do realize you’re in no position to make any threats, right?” Zeke laughed, “you’re chained to a wall.”

“Jean…” Pieck said quietly. “Don’t worry about me. You need to worry about yourself first, that’s more important. I’ll be fine. I’m a woman but I’m also strong.”

“This isn’t about being strong. I know that you are.” He glanced down at her behind him, still keeping an eye on Zeke and Floch. “This is about treating you with respect- which I’m sure none of them will do.”

Floch grinned. “I’ll treat Pieck with much respect, I can assure you.”

Jean clenched his fists and snarled, “I’m going to fucking skin you alive, bastard!”

“Aww, jealous? No worries, I’ll still let you take me up your ass. But, you know, Pieck is just much prettier than you. That means I’ll be able to enjoy it.” Floch licked over his lips in a very perverted manner.

That made Jean even angrier. Why were these people so cruel? How could they do and talk about such things like it’s nothing and call themselves human? Once he got the chance to, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill both of them.

“Shut up before I make you!” Jean snapped.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a blow and stumbled back a little. Zeke had punched him and grabbed a fistful of his hair next to yank him forward. Jean stumbled forward with the force and attempted to pull his head away.

“Don’t touch me, you monkey faced asshole!”

The chains of his cuffs rattled, an indicator that he could not step any further even if he wanted to. Jean was now standing in the middle of the cell, his arms stretched behind his back.

Zeke forced him down to his knees and smashed his head onto the concrete floor. He kept it there by stepping on Jean’s head and shot him a grin.

Now that Jean and Pieck were separated, Floch stepped in and grabbed the young woman by her hair to drag her along.

Pieck hissed in pain and elbowed him hard in the stomach, making Floch groan and let go of her by instinct.

Jean could see her and yanked on his chains. “Run! Run!” He shouted.

Her expression saddened but seeing their situation, Pieck had no choice but to leave. So she ran out at full speed.

Zeke kicked Jean’s head and glared at Floch. “I’m surrounded by idiots! Go get her back already!”

The redhead nodded, then quickly left too.

Jean prayed that Pieck would get help from someone. He prayed that not everyone there was as sick in the head as Zeke and Floch.

“Now back to you.” Zeke cleared his throat and crouched down as he lifted Jean’s head. Jean snarled but before he could say anything, Zeke already slammed his face against the ground.

The blond repeated that, slammed Jean’s face down again and again and again. His nose that had healed not too long ago was broken again and Jean spit out blood and some of his teeth. He coughed, starting to feel dizzy.

“I noticed you and Pieck get along pretty well.” Zeke casually took a seat in front of Jean once he was done slamming his face into the ground and smiled. “How about we make a deal?”

Jean panted, his vision blurry. He tasted blood on his tongue, looking up at Zeke quietly.

“We will leave Pieck alone, no one will lay a single finger on her. I will even let her stay here with you so you can be sure nobody’s making a wrong move on her. She’ll get warm clothes and warm meals. I’ll even carry a bed down here myself where she can sleep on.”

Jean narrowed his eyes. He didn’t like where this was going. “The hell... you want?” He growled.

“The same I’ve wanted since day one.” Zeke adjusted his glasses. “I want to know where your people are hiding and I want to know about your next plans. That’s all.”

“Tsk. And how... how come you think…. I’ll give you an answer n-now?” He muttered. Speaking was hard.

“Because if you give me a satisfying answer, you will save Pieck from what’s awaiting her. You already have experience with Floch’s understanding of punishment, so you should know what he will be doing with her.”

Jean furrowed his brows deeply. It was the first time since he was captured that he felt like being in a dilemma.

Pieck was a good person, she didn’t deserve such things happening to her. She helped him ever since he was brought there and was the only one who cared about his well being even though he was the enemy. She even turned her back to her own people after what she saw them doing to him.

On the other hand, his friends would get in danger if he told Zeke where they were. Not to mention that Jean never thought of sharing any information before, it wasn’t something he would ever do.

But now Pieck was pulled into this and he was torn. He was loyal to his people but that meant letting Pieck get abused and possibly killed. Even if he decided to tell Zeke what he wanted to know, there was absolutely no guarantee that he would keep his word.

Jean honestly didn’t know what to do.

“Got her back.” Someone said and Jean quickly looked up to see Floch and Pieck entering the cell again.

Pieck’s face was swollen, definitely from Floch punching her. It was a sight he didn’t like on her- not because it made her look ugly or anything but because it meant Pieck got hurt.

“Amazing.” Zeke stood up and walked over to the two. This time, he locked the door of the cell before stepping closer to stand by Pieck’s side and looking down at the brunet. “I just made an offer to Jean. I would like to hear your answer now.”

Jean was quiet, his eyes flicking between Zeke, Floch and Pieck several times. He swallowed hard. His hands were shaking, his head spinning. He began feeling so sick. Having to make such a heavy decision was hard. He already made many hard decisions in his life but nothing was that bad.

“Maybe we can help him decide.” Zeke gave Floch a glance and it seemed enough for him to understand.

Floch’s hand came up to grope Pieck’s breast, the other arm wrapping around her waist to keep her by his side. The ravenette tried shoving him back but then Zeke grabbed her cuffs and firmly held them at a distance to her body. That way she couldn’t use her hands or arms to do anything.

Pieck squirmed and let out a string of curses, trying to escape. With two much bigger men holding her like that, however, she stood no chance, no matter how strong she was.

“Let go of me!” She frowned and moaned in pain when Floch groped her particularly hard.

“Once Jean tells me what I want to know, this will stop.” Zeke hummed innocently.

“What?! No, he won’t tell you anything!” She protested.

Floch grinned. “Then we’ll have a lot of fun.” With that, he pushed her down against the ground and pinned her arms above her head with one strong hand. The other hand began pulling Pieck’s undergarments down.

“D-don’t you even dare to touch her!” Jean yanked on the chains again, his eyes glowing. A few lightning bolts stroke near him, the shifter marks on his face forming. In a matter of seconds, his injuries were healed.

“If you transform now, the blow will kill her.” Zeke reminded him, loud enough for Jean to hear.

Jean panted heavily and forced himself to calm down again. No matter how much he hated Zeke, he was right. Pieck wouldn’t survive being this close to a transformation. So Jean inhaled and exhaled a few times and tried to calm his nerves.

“Jean,” Pieck’s voice could be heard. She turned her head to look at him, a look of confidence on her face. “No matter what, don’t tell them anything. I’ll be fine, I promise. Hold on some longer. It takes more than that to get through me.”

Jean looked over at her and saw the determination in her eyes. Although Pieck knew the situation she was in and the consequences, she chose for Jean to still not share any information. His gaze moved to Floch, then to Zeke.

For a moment, he really thought about just telling them what they wanted to get Pieck out of that situation. So Pieck didn’t have to experience such things.

He thought a little more about this situation and realized something: No matter what he chose, there was no way Zeke would keep his word. That wasn’t like him. Zeke would do anything to get what he wanted, so there was no telling he would really leave them alone afterwards. Chances are he wouldn’t.

Jean exhaled deeply, feeling his body relax slightly. Pieck’s words gave him the assurance he needed. “She’s right. I’m not telling you anything.” He stated with confidence.

Zeke looked him up and down for a moment. “If that’s the case, I guess I have no other choice.” He snapped his fingers and Floch continued his previous actions.

Jean continued struggling against the chains, throwing curses and threats at Floch because that was the only thing he was able to do at the moment. It didn’t help, however, and Floch was soon having his way with Pieck. She did try to kick him back and get away from underneath him but it was no use.

The room was filled with Jean’s shouting and Pieck’s discomfort.

When Floch ripped off her bra in the middle of his actions, the clinking sound of the key she had hid there echoed in the small cell. Suddenly, everyone fell silent.

“Isn’t that…” Zeke picked it up and raised a brow. “If I’m not mistaken, this one looks exactly like the one for Jean’s cuffs.”

Pieck frowned deeply, messy hair all over her face. She panted and glared up at Zeke.

Zeke hummed, “I’ve got a new idea. Finish up, Floch.”

“Gladly.” Floch grinned and picked up the pace, making Pieck cry out in what could only be pain. He didn’t even seem to care.

“Just wait ‘till I’m out of here! I’m gonna skin you both alive!” Jean shouted.

He hated having to watch all of this happening without being able to stop it. He hated that Pieck was the one who was suffering from this. They could’ve done whatever they wanted to him, he wouldn’t have cared. But doing all of that to Pieck - who used to be their comrade - was beyond anything he ever experienced. He would make them pay for it.

Floch reached his climax not long after, coming with a satisfied grunt. Pieck looked disgusted more than anything and shut her eyes, turning her head away. After Floch placed a last wet kiss on her neck, he finally pulled away and readjusted his clothes as he stood up.

“So, what’s your plan?” He questioned Zeke.

The blond pulled out a gun from inside his jacket. He loaded it and pointed it at Pieck who was now sitting near the cell door, curled up to cover herself while panting. She looked up from underneath her hair, not very impressed or scared by the gun pointed at her.

“I like that,” Floch muttered to himself and smirked.

Jean’s eyes flicked between Zeke and the gun in his hand a few times. “You’re bluffing,” he stated. There was no way he would just-

A shot fell and Jean’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. He immediately looked over at Pieck. She looked alright...

A body slumped to the floor near him and Jean could see that it was Floch who had gotten shot, not Pieck. It was only a small relief- he didn’t want Floch to just die, he wanted to make him suffer. But it was still better than having that bullet hit Pieck.

“I’m bluffing? I shot Floch who followed orders like the dog he was. You don’t think I’d shoot Pieck who fell into my back?” Zeke reloaded the gun and pointed it at Pieck again. “I’m giving you one more chance to tell me what I want. I will shoot Pieck and inherit your titan myself, that way I will get the information I want anyway.”

Jean swallowed thickly and looked over at Pieck. He realized that Zeke was not joking around, especially after he just shot Floch. This really was his last chance to decide what he wanted to do.

“Three,” Zeke began counting.

Jean felt his body trembling. What should he do? Pieck’s life was on the line, it all depended on what he decided now.

“Two.”

He stared at Pieck, clearly not knowing what to do. It would be obvious for him to do everything to save a life. But if he did that, his friends’ and family’s life would be at danger. It would end bad no matter what he did. Should he sacrifice one life for the greater good?

Seeing his distress, Pieck’s lips curled up. It was a smile that came from deep inside her heart, that was filled with understanding and comfort. It was the most beautiful smile Jean had ever seen. So beautiful, it made tears well in his eyes.

“One.”

A world without Pieck’s smile wouldn’t be a world worth living in. He would never be able to forgive himself for sacrificing Pieck’s life. What would happen in the future wasn’t certain, they could fight Zeke before he made the first step if they got out soon.

What was certain was that Pieck’s life was in danger right there and then and it was his responsibility to ensure her safety. That and nothing else was his duty. He needed to get her out of this situation.

“Alright.” Jean gave in and blinked away his tears. “I’ll talk…”

“No, Jean! Your people-“

“Are idiots. I can’t bear to see you get hurt any more than that...”

“Jean…” Pieck murmured.

“What a wise decision.” Zeke unloaded the gun and lowered it as he faced Jean again. “Now talk.”

He exhaled softly and nodded. “Our base... is about 30 miles northeast from Blonsa. It’s a rather small castle with much free space all around. It’s the only building in a three mile radius, you wouldn’t miss it...”

“Oh, that far away actually? That’s smart.” Zeke nodded. “Go on, go on.”

Jean stole a glance over at Pieck. Her expression filled with disappointment and sadness, her gaze lowering. It made Jean sad in return but he was ready to take that disappointment if it meant to spare Pieck’s life.

If he would’ve sacrificed her, that would make him nothing better than Zeke.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes move to Floch’s unmoving body. A puddle of dark crimson red formed underneath him. The thought of Pieck encountering the same fate made him sick.

“We are around 30 people, myself included…” He added, the volume of his voice dropping a little.

“And that’s the truth?” Zeke used the gun to lift Jean’s face.

The brunet blinked up at him, his eyes flicking between Zeke’s, and calmly nodded. “It is.”

“What would your people do in a situation like that? How would you attack and save a hostage? Tell me about your strategies.”

Jean thought for a moment before he spoke. “My guess would be an attack from the back, something inconspicuous. During dusk or dawn would be optimal… in and out quickly, no one notices.”

Zeke hummed and reached up to give Jean a pat on the head. “That was easy, wasn’t it? We could’ve spared ourselves so much time.”

Jean looked down in silence.

The blond stood up and brushed off his clothes. “Well,” Zeke said as he looked down at the gun in his hand, “back to business.”

“What do you-“

Jean gasped when he heard another shot and looked over at Pieck with wide eyes. His heart began beating faster when he saw how she slumped down to the ground. The sight of her blood broke his heart and he snarled.

“What was that for?! I told you what you wanted to know!”

“I can’t just trust my enemy’s words that easily. You should learn to do the same. I need to check this first, then I’ll know whether to believe your words or not.” Zeke stated very simply. “Learning never stops.”

Jean’s eyes were blown wide as he stared at Pieck for any sign of her being alive- any sound, any move, just anything. That far, he saw nothing which made his anxiety skyrocket.

“Bastard!” Jean shouted, clenching his fists tightly as he finally stood up as well. “How dare you! Come here so I can rip your head off!” He growled and yanked hard on his chains several times.

“I have important things to do now,” Zeke dismissed himself as he walked over to the cell door and unlocked it. He stepped out and locked it behind him again, shooting Jean inside a smirk.

“Hey! Come back!” He shouted.

The blond ignored Jean’s shouting and left without another word. Jean was seething but he soon pushed his anger away to focus on something more important.

“Pieck! Pieck, please tell me you’re still here. You can’t die now!” He exclaimed loudly.

And finally, Pieck’s arm moved. Just a little but enough for him to see. Jean let out the biggest breath.

“Oh, God,” he knelt down and scooted as close to her as possible- which wasn’t very close, considering she was at the other side of the cell. “Can you hear me?”

There came a weak groan. “Y-yeah…”

“Alright, are you able to move? I need you to come closer so we can lessen the bleeding and treat your wound. Where did he hit you?”

Pieck’s heavy breathing was the only audible thing for a few painfully long moments. She very slowly began pushing herself up, using the bars of the cell door for help. Once she sat, she moved her hair out of the way and looked down at herself.

The sight was anything but pleasant; Pieck’s face was still swollen from when Floch beat her after she ran out, she looked so exhausted and tired, and now she was also bleeding so much from a bullet. That day couldn’t get any worse.

“Thigh...” She observed, “could be worse…”

“Okay… Fuck. Okay, I need you to come over. Do you think you can do that? You’re gonna bleed out if you stay there.”

She gave a faint nod in understanding and exhaled. Pieck began inching closer, moving bit for bit towards Jean. Her body was trembling so bad and Jean never wanted to hold her more. He hated seeing her in such a condition- so thoroughly wrecked.

“You’re doing great, don’t forget to breathe.” He reminded her as he moved closer to Floch’s body. If he already was left in there, he at least wanted to make use of him.

Jean took off the jacket and shirt Floch was wearing, all while keeping a close eye on Pieck. She was doing so well. Once he got what he needed from the corpse, he put his attention back on Pieck and stretched out his arms as far as he was able to.

It took some painfully long minutes and Pieck had to take a few smaller breaks during her way whenever she felt too dizzy or felt particularly close to passing out. After a while, she managed to reach Jean and he immediately pulled her closer to himself, so relieved to finally be able to hold her again.

He could only hold her for a moment, however, because he needed to act quickly. He made her lay down and took a closer look at her thigh and the bullet wound.

“The bullet didn’t go through. You will need surgery once we’re out to remove the bullet.” He used the jacket he got from Floch to tie it around her thigh, pulling it tight and lifting her leg a little.

Then he took the shirt and helped Pieck to pull it on. “I know you don’t want to wear his clothes but that’s better than nothing,” he explained while guiding her arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up.

“It’s fine…” She murmured, looking up at Jean. “I.. managed to get a... l-look outside. It’s… it’s starting to get dark… Also… saw Porco...”

“That’s good, so he probably knows not to do anything for now. And my comrades should be here any moment... You need to stay awake, you hear? Just look at me.” He held her hands close to himself, squeezing her while his other hand came up to brush her hair out of her face.

Pieck’s eyes were half lidded and tired, more than usually. Jean began worrying about her for real; being shot and not getting proper medical care was a serious matter. He hoped Hanji and the others wouldn’t be too late.

“You’re.. quite a sight… I wouldn’t want to look anywhere else anyway...” Pieck smiled weakly and reached up to hold onto Jean’s wrist, keeping his hand pressed onto her cheek.

“You’ll be alright, we’ll take care of everything.” He promised and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’ll never let anyone lay a hand on you again. I’m sorry for letting it come this far… You didn’t deserve all this…”

Shaking her head, Pieck nuzzled his palm. “You did... what you had to do. I-I am a little disappointed... that you told him about your people...”

A smile came to Jean’s lips. “None of it was true. You know, I’m some kind of actor myself.” He chuckled.

Pieck let out a small chuckle as well and raised her hand to touch Jean’s cheek. He moved down to make it easier for her. “That’s a relief...” She murmured softly.

The brunet leaned closer and let their foreheads touch. He closed his eyes for a few moments.

“Jean, can you.. kiss me..?” Pieck whispered, “if I die now... I don’t want Floch... to be the last person who-who kissed me..”

“No.” Jean was quick to deny, “because you won’t die. We’ll make it out and you will be taken care of. And then I will kiss you as many times as you want. I won’t let you die here.” He promised.

Pieck just smiled. “D-dummy… You’re too much.” She moved a little, dragging her upper body up so she was able to lean against Jean’s chest instead of laying on the hard floor. He helped her by holding her close and making sure Pieck wasn’t straining herself too much. She rested her head against Jean’s chest, pressing her ear against him to listen to his heartbeat.

“Your heart… is beating really fast,” she observed quietly, “am I… important to you?”

“Of course you are.” He stroked her head, cradling his fingers through her thick hair. “You made being imprisoned very pleasant. I’ve never enjoyed being a prisoner more, and there were a couple of times I got captured already.”

Pieck hummed and patted his chest. “That’s good to know…”

Jean placed a kiss on the top of her head and looked over at the cell door, wondering when the others would finally be there. “It shouldn’t take very long… Tell me something about you. A random story, what you like, just anything.” He needed to keep Pieck awake and the easiest was probably to let her talk about something.

“I like… t-tall guys with goatees... and two co-colored hair. Especially… Especially if their hearts beat f-fast just for me…” She tilted her head up to look at him. “A-and kittens.”

“What a coincidence. I like short women with black hair and mesmerizing grey eyes, especially if they make my heart beat fast.” Jean smiled and took ahold of her hand, rubbing small circles over it. “How about we adopt a kitten? We could-“

There was a strange sound and Jean quickly looked up, tightening his grip on Pieck by instinct. A person was doing something at the cell door that Jean couldn’t make out. He narrowed his eyes.

“Hey, what are you-“

“Shh!” They hushed quickly.

And soon, the door opened and that person stepped inside. Jean could see that they were holding something big in their hand and frowned. The darkness wasn’t helping him in any way. He couldn’t see what it was.

“The hell do you want?” He questioned lowly.

“Jean, we’re trying to rescue you here! Can you shut up now?!” A sharp hiss.

Jean’s eyes lit up. “Sasha!” He gasped.

“Shh!” The brunette hissed again and stepped closer to the two on the floor. She crouched down and glanced at Pieck shortly, then at Floch, then took one of Jean’s hands to get a look at the chains. “Who’s that?” She asked quietly.

Jean looked down at the short girl in his arms. “A.. friend. I will explain later.” He said, not wanting to waste precious time.

Sasha nodded and lifted the bolt cutter she brought with her to cut off the chains of Jean’s cuffs. She did it on each hand, lowering the chains to the floor slowly so they wouldn’t cause too much noise. After both chains were off, Sasha threw her arms around him. “I’m so glad you’re alright…”

Jean returned the short hug, loving the feeling of being reunited with his friend. When they pulled apart, he lifted Pieck into his arms and stood up. She groaned a little in pain but was fine once Jean stood. “What’s the plan?” He looked at Sasha.

She opened her mouth but a loud explosion cut her off before she was able to say anything. A second explosion followed and Sasha waved Jean along. “Hanji and the others will lure everyone outside while we take a different exit. We’re gonna meet up with them and then leave all together.” She explained while exiting the cell and turning a few corners.

Jean was sure to follow close behind her while looking around everywhere to make sure nobody saw them.

“Connie is cleaning a path for us.” She commented, though still was careful at every corner and checked everything before continuing to walk.

Jean looked down at Pieck to check on her. “Everything alright?”

The ravenette remained silent and closed her eyes. She was getting dizzier by the minute, her skin cold to the touch. The jacket that was tied around her leg was already soaked with her blood. She felt weak and tired and began breathing shallow.

“We almost did it, you need to look at me.” He urged, “Don’t close your eyes.”

Pieck blinked her eyes open and tried to keep them open but it was obvious she was having a hard time.

Jean cursed under his breath and began walking faster. He was determined to save Pieck, there was no other choice for him.

While the explosions and cries outside could be heard, Sasha led them on the fastest way out. It seemed she was very familiar with that place but it was rather because of her excellent hearing that they avoided bumping into anyone.

They soon caught up with Connie who helped them climb out of a window. It was the first time in weeks that Jean saw the sky again and although that was a great feeling, he couldn’t enjoy it. Not with Pieck being on the brink of death.

“Our horses are this way.” Connie said as he pointed over at a few trees in the distance, close to the forest. “Are you sure you can run like that?”

Jean blinked, then followed Connie’s gaze down at Pieck. He furrowed his brows and nodded. “I can, let’s go.” He muttered and began running with the two.

Pieck weakly squeezed Jean every here and there to let him know she was still fighting to stay awake. But she was losing too much blood, her body lost all of its strength and her eyes remained closed.

“Hey! Stay with me!” He exclaimed, seeing how her hand eventually dropped onto her stomach.

He ran faster, his eyes focused on her face.

“Pieck! Pieck!!”

~

The attack was won with little to no casualties. Some soldiers got injured but luckily it was nothing serious. The Survey Corps managed to fight back and retreat when the time was right. Thanks to Levi and Mikasa, they were even able to capture Zeke.

Now Zeke was in a dungeon deep underneath the ground where he couldn’t transform even if he wanted to. A similar position Jean was in. He was constantly being guarded but experienced none of the things that happened to Jean. That wasn’t the Survey Corps’ way of handling things.

Although Levi and Hanji were rough when it came to torture, it never got as far as raping or throwing acid on someone.

Jean was finally free again and enjoyed not being chained to a wall in a small, cold cell the whole day. The sun on his skin was very refreshing and something he wouldn’t take for granted anymore.

The brunet looked up at the sky. Two birds flew high up, spreading their wings as the sun shone above them. It was just an hour before sunset, two at most. A very calm day.

Jean stopped to pick some flowers on his way, a few colorful ones that looked good together. Then he continued his way towards the building he was heading to. It was a big white building with many windows and a small garden. His gaze stayed on one window in particular.

Sighing softly, he walked inside and greeted a few people he got friendly with after his many visits. He climbed the stairs to the third floor, walked along the hallway until he stopped at the seventh door on the right side and knocked twice. It has been the same routine for almost a week now and felt so natural.

“Come in,” a soft voice called from the inside.

Jean did as told and walked inside, closing the door behind himself. He approached the bed with a soft smile. “How is she?” He asked timidly.

“Doing much better already,” the nurse looked at her watch. After a minute, she smiled, “her pulse is starting to go back to a normal pace. She’s been breathing without help since yesterday evening, that’s a great improvement.”

The brunet nodded and took a seat beside the bed. He grabbed Pieck’s hand and brought it up to his lips. “I’m glad to hear that.” He murmured, placing a kiss on her knuckle.

“It shouldn’t take much longer anymore.” The nurse placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “she’ll get through. Call me if you need something.” She spoke before exiting the room, leaving the two to have some privacy.

He nodded and looked back at Pieck’s resting face. Most of the bruises on her face healed already, only smaller things were left which would fade with time. She looked so peaceful but Jean would much rather be able to look into her eyes again. Her big silver eyes, sparkling and gleaming every time she spoke to him in particular. Or just hear her beautiful voice. He’d give anything to hear her call him ‘dummy’ one more time again. It’s been so long…

Jean waited for the door to close before he scooted closer to the bed. He reached up and brushed a few strands of hair out of Pieck’s face. Even though she was getting better, her face still looked so exhausted.

“I brought you new flowers.” He held up said flowers, as if showing them to Pieck. “The old ones already withered.” He turned to look at the nightstand beside him and reached out to swap out the old flowers with the new ones he brought.

Afterwards, he turned back to her and held her small hand with the both of his own, rubbing over her knuckles tenderly. Like always, Pieck showed no reaction. All she did the last five days was laying there and not making a sound.

“I wish you would wake up already... There’s so much I want to show you here. And I want to introduce you to my friends properly… Sasha is so excited to meet you.”

He leaned down and rested his head on top of their hands, his eyes stayed fixated on Pieck the whole time in hopes she would open them any moment.

She didn’t, however, and Jean ended up spending the whole day in her room to keep her company. He would tell her some random stories of his cadet years while running his fingers through her hair or just watch her face quietly.

Looking at her made him both happy and sad. It was such a bittersweet feeling. Happy because she was alive and was out of that awful place. Sad because Pieck wasn’t waking up from her coma. If he only did more back then, if only Pieck didn’t lose that much blood… Maybe they would be doing other things now.

He couldn’t change what happened anymore, so he just hoped Pieck wouldn’t have to pay with her life. She was so strong, all she needed to do was open her eyes.

Yet that simple task seemed so impossible.

~

(You could see this as the end. Though there’s another small part thats some fluff and fun and a happier ending but unfortunately didn’t fit here because this post reached its maximum length,,, its definitely on ao3 if anyones interested!

A big fat thanks to everyone who read this <33 )

#jeanpiku #jeanpikuweek #jean kirschtein #pieck finger #zeke jaeger #connie springer #sasha braus #floch forster #snk #shingeko no kyojin #aot #attack on titan #fanfic #my writing #last chapterr #the only thing im happy about is that i actually finished a story before posting it #now i gotta finish the others #idk why i write something new if i have so many wips lol #😪🤷🏻‍♀️

[eluminium]

Uh oh it’s a debate! (Fic)

Well uh, I’ve been dead for half a year. But now I’m back! Schools been a bitch but Summer break is here and I’ve written something out! Lets watch two idiots argue! Tracy Spacey belongs to @reginaldcopperbottom go follow them and Lucien Rousselle belongs to @quec-two follow her too

"Conductor, with all due respect, what will we gain from this plan?"

The varying tone of the Council Members' voice felt like acid in the Conductor's ears and the pressure inside her skull only increased. Elg felt a simmering irritation nip under her skin and she swore that she just popped a blood vessel. The sleek figure of her biggest rival, Tracy Spacey, stood with arms crossed across the table, unyielding in their questioning. A predominant frown showed their dislike, along with their stiff but straight posture. The air in Elg's lungs left in a huff, and the soft padding of her fingers traced her temples in circles.

"Didn't the older members of our honorable council teach you that you should never play all your cards on one possibility?" Elg challenge as her eyes traveled over the quarreling Council Member.

"Of course they did and that is why I am objecting to this self-destructive plan." Tracy fired back, a harsh glare treating Elg's larger form as she did theirs.

"To hide a large portion of our loot from our ally is only going to inspire mistrust Conductor, and for someone who fought so hard to establish it, I find it strange you'd risk it based on unfounded paranoia." They continued with a small smirk resting on their lips, the smugness leaking off their words.

Elg's lips were sealed while her form rose from her seat, the wooden chair digging into her hand. Her head lolled to the side, not unlike a curious dog.

"Unfounded paranoia? Mind elaborating on that?" She questioned, her fingers tightening around the rim of the chair.

"Tell me, do we have any reason to not trust The Masqueraiders and their leadership?" They spoke while their legs carried them towards the nearest window, gloved hands moving from gripping the other arm to gripping each other behind their back.

"There is no evidence of backstabbing after all." They continued.

"At the moment...Yes, there is no evidence of betrayal from our ally" The Conductor admitted through grit teeth, feeling the annoyance bubble in her veins as her eyes bore into the Council Member.

A satisfied sneer sneaked onto their face as their body twirled around to meet Elgs, displaying a feeling of victory and command despite standing a fair distance away from the Conductor.

"Then why are we having this debate in the first place? Order the Metallics to cease the transfer-"

The chasm that leaked words abruptly stopped as their gaze locked onto the finger that rose into the air, signifying them to shut up. A simple gesture for most, but those used to debates with the Conductor, it's a warning. Tracy felt a similar rage seething in their veins as the Conductor, but they chose to obey, crossing their arms with a grunt and a glare. They were however curious of what her counter would be.

Elg, satisfied with Tracy's silence, spoke.

"You are correct by saying there is no evidence of dishonesty from our ally-"

A snobbish glint danced in their eyes as they kept eye contact with Elg. In response, Elg's feet carried her forwards, closing the gap between them ever so slightly.

"-But have you forgotten what world we operate in Council Member?" She continued sharply while her steps danced closely to Tracy's personal space. Tracy felt their body react by taking a step back, and their arms sneaked back into a defensive position.

"I don't follow your line of thinking, Conductor" They rumbled as a counter, their asphalt-colored gaze hardening as they were locked with Elg's sharp ocean blue eyes.

With a confident step forward, and a small squeak from Tracy as their personal space was breached, Elg felt a dark chuckle escape her lungs.

"We're criminals, Council Member. We operate in a space where betrayal is rewarded greatly, and so are the Masqueraiders. Yes, they might not plan to betray us now, but in the future? Anything is possible. Besides, they might be planning to stab us in the back right now, we just haven't noticed."

For a split second, the room was silent. Not a single sarcasm-filled sound bounced off the metal walls. The only noises either of their ears could pick up were their own and the other's breathing. The space between them barely existed, their chests squished up against each other. Despite Tracy slightly outclassing Elg in height, Elg's more bulky form made them look quite small pressed up against her. The stillness continued. Tracy's mind drew a blank, Elg waited for a response.

But as the clock in Tracy's pocket ticked, both their gazes averted and both moved back a step, with the Conductor doing it calmly while the Council Members step was more panicky. Despite this, Elg quickly reestablished eye contact, refusing to look away until Tracy gave them an answer. Tracy, in their turn, fumbled a bit.

"D-Don't you think I know that?!" They spat out, flustered, while their body moved into a guarded stance. Their spine was erected and their foot hit the floor repeatedly.

"Well, If you did maybe you wouldn't be so naive!" Elg snarled back angrily, the rage in her blood starting to boil over. Both their tones drowned the room in toxicity.

"Don't patronize me, Conductor! I'm not a fucking child!"

"Stop acting like one then!"

"Oh, I could say the same to you! You're putting the stability of our alliance in peril because of some childish fear!"

"Why do you even care so much?! You were one of the biggest opponents of said alliance in the beginning! You fought tooth and bloody nail to prevent it, constantly calling me a false conductor who doesn't care about her people! And now that I'm actually prioritizing the Bowties you fucking fight me on it! What happened?!"

Their feet shifted their balance to their toes as a preventive scoff left them. Their body kept dragging in itself.

"It doesn't matter! People are allowed to change their god damn opinions Conductor!"

Suddenly, something clicked in the Conductors head, and her stare once again traveled over the huffing Council Member. The defensive position, the avoidance of the question, the almost fearful tone in their voice, bouncing around in her ear...

"You gotta be kidding me" She muttered spitefully, her stare turning into a glare.

"Wha-?" Tracy started but was caught off guard by the Conductors' sudden change in volume.

"It's that wasp-looking guy isn't it?! Lucien Rousselle, right?!" She raised her voice, the sound of fury echoing.

"W-What about him?! What the hell are you on?!" Tracy spluttered, a red heat traveling through their cheeks.

"Don't play dumb with me you clock-obsessed moron! It's so obvious even I can see it! I see the looks you give him! You're prioritizing your dainty little feelings over the safety of our faction!" Elg roared, the stomp of her steps slowly approaching Tracy once again.

"U-Uh n-no! That's not true! Uhm...uh...but but BUT WHAT ABOUT WEASLEY? YOU TWO ARE CLOSE! DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE'D BETRAY YOU? YOU THINK HE'S JUST ANOTHER LUIGRA?!" Tracy bit back, panic rushing through their bones. They HAD to change the topic, and fast. Even if it meant hitting some weak spots.

Now it was Elg's turn to be completely bewildered. Her footsteps ground to a halt as she was forced to recalibrated her brain.

"What the...What?! Just because we're close and work together doesn't mean I'd sacrifice the safety of my fellow Bowties! And don't you DARE compare him to that...that greedy blue-haired fucker!" Elg stuttered out, confusion and anger dribbling off her voice.

"Well, maybe you should ACT like it then you daft idiot!"

"Hah! Rich for you to say love bird!"

"S-Shut up! I'm not in love with a fucking economics minister! You tried to teach Weasley how to play fucking POOL yesterday!"

"That has nothing to do with ANYTHING-"

"Oh doesn't it-?!"

"Conduta' Elg?"

Both of their mouths clamped shut as that familiar Arabic voice filled the room.

"Y...Yeah, Aynan?" Elg huffed out, completely out of breath from the shouting match.

"We nee' to le'ave tha' area soon, ya nee' to prepa' tha' train" He continued, his words soft and delicate like a cloud.

"Yes, yes of course. I'll head out now" Elg responded, her body taking her towards the door like she was on autopilot, with her Young Soul waiting outside.

Before she left the room, she once again stared into Tracy's thundercloud-like eyes. They were both gasping a bit, exhausted from the dispute turned screaming match. She was met by anger, confusion, and fear. Her own sky blue gaze showed similar emotions. From this, both of them knew this debate was far from over, and that they'd clash again one day soon.

#bowtie bastards #elg the conductor #aynan daher #my writing #tracy spacey #fanfaction #tw arguing #tw betrayal #henry stickmin fanfaction #thsc #oc

[yoongikisses]

{MYG} My Pick-Up Note

Pairing| Yoongi x Reader

Summary| You get a Pick-Up note for your order as you missed the Postman this morning. As you pick it up at the post office, you notice it is not your order. But a guy's named Min Yoongi.

Genre/Warning| Fluff, oneshot

Note| I came up with it today and woke up way too early on my free day :,> so enjoy

Disclaimer| Authors note!

Please know that english is not my first language. I apologize for grammar/spelling mistakes and hope you can still focus on the storyline instead. All of the upcoming stories are only pure fiction from my daily ideas and imaginations and I'd likely want to share my passion with you.

If you have requests please always feel free to dm!💜

Much Love!

—Silvy🐱

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You groaned as you spotted the yellow pick-up note sticked over the top rim of your mailbox. You ordered a hoodie. A hoodie that would've been delivered and worn by you now only if you weren't that lazy to open the door for the postman just about twenty minutes ago. You rolled your eyes and went back to your apartment. You cursed at yourself under your breath. You've been waiting and all hyped about that hoodie for so long. And now, it is your fault you have to wait for even longer now. You looked at the pick up date, only to percieve the message, that your package would arrive back at the main post office two days later.

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Here you were. Standing in line to get to the shelter. You couldn't take your mind off of how good you would look in that new damn hoodie after a painfully long amount of pre-order waiting and shipping duration. Your head snapped up at the 'ding' and you stepped to the smiling lady at the shelter.

You handed her your yellow pick-up note and she nodded her head checking her PC.

"Just a moment miss Min~" you nodded and then frowned after she left.

"........ hah?"

She came back with the package and handed it over. Your face was the definition of happiness and your hands have already met the white box. "Thank you, have a nice day~"

The lady already pressed the button to cause another 'ding' to invite the next person to get to the shelter, as you jumped in "Wait!"

The lady snapped her head up at you.

"Th--this is not my adress!" She blinked and checked the yellow papers. "It's your pick-up number miss. It is truly the right package"

You looked at her dumbfouned. "Miss, this is still not my adress! I want my damn package!"

The elderly lady behind you started mocking in a high pitched voice to make you move out her way, impatiently wanting to hand in a letter.

The lady at the shelter sighed. "Miss Min, please. Contact our hotline about your issue. I'm just trying to do my job. Have a nice day."

You boiled in anger "I am not Miss Min! Arghhh!" You stumped out the Post office angrily and left. You entered your car and threw the box onto your passenger seat and left a bothered sigh.

After calming down you turned your face to the box again. It surely was the same brand you bought of. That's why the boxes must've been exchanged... you carefully scanned the box and looked at the adress. Maybe just the adress was wrong? But then the package must've arrived at the wrong adress and you would've never got that doomed pick-up note. You rolled your eyes annoyed. The only way to find out was to drive to that adress and ask the real owner. He probably has your package.

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You scanned the plate once again to make sure before you rang. "Min Yoongi" it said. It's the right thing. It only took a few seconds for the inhabitant to open the door after you rang. and he caught you off guard. Real bad. Here he was. A guy your age. Maybe just a year older. Or two. His eyes were hooded. His features were beautiful and skin really well taken care of and lips pouty. His black, probably freshly dyed hair was all over the place. His black plain shirt was hanging loosely from his shoulders, showing off his collarbones. His necklace was hanging from his neck showing a silver pisces pendant and the black baggy sweaters matched also to his black fila slippers.

After a few seconds of re-thinking your words you snapped. "Um-..."

He tilted his head at your unsureness. "Can I help you?" His voice was even more amazing. It was raspy. Probably still his morning voice.

"I-- had to pick up my package I ordered. But it's the wrong one. It's your adress." You looked to the box in your hands. Quite shy at the stranger. "So... I wondered if you possibly have mine?..." you asked shily and lifed your head once again to meet the strangers eyes again. He leaned agains his door frame crossing his arms and poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. Looking up as if he's trying to remember something "Hm... could that be the Mastermind hoodie?" Your eyes got wide "Y-Yes!" The realization hit you "Y-You opened it??" That left you sink in annoyance. "Of course" he nodded simply. All unbothered and unapologetic. "I was expecting a package of the same shipper." You lifted your hands. "Correct. This one" he just nodded. Remaining in the same position. He caught you in confusion. "So...... can I have my package?" He lifted his eyes again as if he's seriously thinking about it. "Technically, what's lost, gets owned by the new founder"

you frowned, not showing mercy of being friendly anymore "what? Are you serious??" He chuckled at your annoyance. "I'm pretty sure you'd be happy with my purchase aswell." You boiled in anger.

"Yah! Are you seriously thinking anything you bought could exchange my Mastermind hoodie in collab with Vans??" He laughed at your passion about the fashion item. "Mh. I don't know. I'll think about it. Okay?~" he smiled and stepped in, grabbing the door handle. "W-Wait!" You placed your hand at his door nearly desperately. He lifted his head. Trying so hard to hide his amusement. "Do you seriously want me to pull up at your door again just to ask if you've changed your mind??" He shrugged.

"Hahh??" You frowned at him giving him a judging face. "Why not. Maybe I'd change my mind by evening" he smirked. A blush kinda creeped up your face as it kinda sounded like an invitation. You make your annoyance stand out more so he wouldn't notice your flustered face "ughh just you wait mister Min." He waved annoyingly and gave a cocky smile before closing the door.

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You entered your home nearly slamming the door and gripped the box in your hands. "This guy has the guts-" your gaze fell onto his box and you thought.... "Technically, he opened mine." A smirk grew wide as you did wonder what he ordered. You did not hesitate any further to open the package and it caught you by surprise when you saw his purchase. It was a fear of god hoodie... a heck lot more rare and expensive than yours. Why would he decide to keep yours? You threw his hoodie on without hesitation and scanned it in the mirror. It was obviously a bit over sized on you but honestly. It looked amazing on you. You instantly fell in love with the item. Not wrapping your head around the fact that he would ever exchange his purchase with yours. He probably gave hundreds and hundreds of dollars on it and probably waited a painfully long amount of weeks just like you. Wasn't he upset when he opened a wrong delivery?

Your mind reached to the possibility of him just hitting on you. But when you remembered his hot features you instantly shook your head off the thought. Impossible. He was probably just bored or wanted to annoy you.

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You rolled your eyes as you saw the name plate at the doorbell of his door. You rang it. Gulping for some reason. And there he was again. Still his fluffy black locks. Pouty lips and those narrow eyes. He wore a hoodie. Not yours in particular. And neither his. Which left you questioning how it would look on him after you tried it on. "Miss?~" you rolled your eyes once again. "My. Hoodie." You caught him lff guard. He was visibly surprised you did not mean to keep his hoodie, even though the worth was like five times the amount of his. Why didn't you? Well. Technically you could just keep his unbothered. Probably anyone would. Maybe... if there wasn't just his invitation that always sticked in the back of your mind for you to come back in the evening. That was like more of a reason you came. But of course, you wouldn't tell him that.

"Not satisfied?" You chuckled. "Funny one you are." He gave a cocky smirk. "Why don't we disguss that with a cup of coffee. Is probablx cozier than the hallway." Here it was. The 'hidded invitation' again. What was this guy up to? He let you inside. And you stepped in carefully taking your shoes off as you scanned his place. It was clean. Really clean.

There was a bottle of wine standing unopened on the coffee table. Probably his plan to consume it for the night as a weekend start on friday evening. There were art pieces hung up on his plain white and grey walls. The furniture were mostly black. It looked cozy yet modern and expensive. The apartment was dimmed with warm lights, the TV giving a better job of illuminating the living room area. "Thought you said coffee" your comment reffered back to the wine. He scratched his head "I did not expect you to come actually..." now it was his turn to blush. It was cute. It caught you off guard. "Pff." You rolled your eyes. "I'm no stealer. I dont need your hoodie" he smirked at one realization. "Good. Give it to me" it made your expression drop. "Uhm-........" he smirked as you noticed what he was reffering to. Yes. You didn't have it. The excitement and nervousness to know you were 'hiddenly invited' to a guys place made you forget why you actually came in first place. "You forgot it." You nervously snapped. "I--I really don't need it! I-it's yours really I just--" —"You forgot why you actually came here?" Yes. It sounded really dumb when he said that. But yes. He's right. You could not say a word as the blush on your cheek made it hard to do so anyways.

"....... I don't even really want mine anymore anyways......" you took a seat at the couch.

He looked amused at you. Letting your words sink in for a minute or two, that seemed like an eternity. The only thing that made sound was the two wine glasses that he got from the kitchen and the next sounds were his steps he made with his Fila slippers. He sat to you. Not really bothering to make an appropriate distance between your two sitting figures. It caught you in nervousness even more. You honestly did not even expect a guy like him to sit that close to you. He seems rather chill and distant. He placed the two glasses to you and grabbed the bottle opening it while piercing his gaze on you. "So.... why then" you lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Hoping he would read your expression that clearly said 'Duh. You invited me'. He just chuckled. And it was damn attractive. "We can also just see this as an invitation." He said and back here was that annoying smirk. He got your message. You really wanted to change the topic to end the embarrassment of your poor actions. "You... got taste." He gave you a short glance with a low 'huh?' After pouring the dark red liquid into your glass, placing it to you.

"The hoodie.... you got good taste in fashion" He couldn't help but take advantage yet again to connect your opinion to the previous topic. "You mean you got taste now?" You got flustered and embarrassed. Leaving you give a "yah!" That made him laugh out loud. "I really don't need it! I forgot okay?...." he gave you a rather warm smile now. "Okay. Let's say I believe you." You frowned, as it sounded like he didn't. "What's the reason you forgot. You must've had in mind what our business was, as you prepared for tonight." You gulped. You did put in a bit more effort in your make up and hair to look cute. And you really looked stunning. "I'll bring it...." you lowered your gaze. The next thing you felt was his warm fingers lifting your chin and your heart dropped at the physical contact. "I told you. I don't need it. And as you said you don't need yours." It gave you the impression of him wanting to confess to why he made such a scene with the orders. "S-so... why......?" He smiled and took grip of the glass circling it to make the crimson liquid stirr in the glass. He sure was a wine lover. He brought the glass closer to smell it. His small actions and silence only making your interest rise in excitement, also making you more curious of his person himself.

"I took advantage." His lack of explanation did the same cause as his quiet actions did. "...... of?" He put the glass down, not even taking a sip and he smiled folding his hands as if he's having a hard time telling you the truth. "I came to return your package two days before you came to return mine" you blinked surprised waiting him to continue. "W-what made you stop?" He chuckled low. "I saw the pick-up note on your mailbox and knew, you would get my package. It....... sounds creepy but I saw you get out the apartment to grab your mail and.... you caught my interest" you blushed. You were really surprised at his statement and did not know what to say, making yourself repeat his words. "I.... caught your interest?" He nodded "yeah. So I wanted to see if your appearance and your type matched my interest aswell when you knock on my door asking me the favor of exchanging our packages." You stared. "So....... you invited me?" He nodded once again. "You were cute." He smiled at his own words. "So the next step was to test you if you're interested aswell in giving you two options" you frowned confused. "The first one being keeping my hoodie and never saying a word again,"

"You know...." you turned your head to him. Your face matching his state aswell. He leaned closer. Making your blush grow only wider as you could even smell his cologne mixed with the fruity scent of the high quality wine. He talked low. Almost seductively

"I do wonder what you look like in my hoodies."

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Edward Nygma (Pre Riddler) x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Blind Double Date

Plot: 

You and your friend Mia have decided to have a sort of blind double date thing together where you find a date for her and she finds one for you. You’ve decided to ask Ed; The harmless, cute forensics guy at work.

Warnings: FULL FLUFF

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“Good morning Ed!” As you walk into the forensics lab, you quickly find your target in the corner eating his breakfast with gloves and his goggles on. An amused smile struggles to find its place on your mouth but you try to hide it- funny guy, Ed is.

But that doesn’t mean theirs anything wrong with him. You honestly have never understood why anyone would bully him- all he does is his job! And he bares riddles, too! What’s not to appreciate? You happen to like listening to his riddles and giving them a go, even if most of the time the answer evades you. It still tickles you when he tells you, and it makes him happy to get to ask them, too.

Plus, he isn’t bad to look at, and he’s very sweet.

Which is why you’ve chosen him to ask as Mia’s date tonight. Yes tonight. You’ve left it, in pure homework-style, to the last minute to find a guy and ask him. But you’re pretty sure she’s done the same thing, so you don’t feel too bad. You just hope you can butter Ed up enough that he says yes!

“Good morning Miss L/N.” Ed smiles, giving a little waive as he sets his McMuffin back down on a little plate of glad wrap on the corner bench so he can talk to you.

You’re aware of his unfortunate feelings for Kristen -unfortunate because she doesn’t share these feelings, -, which of course could prove an obstacle… but like you said! You plan to butter him up plenty before popping the question. “Any riddles today?”

He beams. “Yes, I do, in fact. Would you like to hear it?”

“’Course!”

“If you drop me, I’m sure to crack. But, smile at me and I’ll be sure to smile back. What am I?”

With only a moment of thought, you set your fists on your hips and peer up at him with a good, humoured stink eye, squaring up to the beanpole. “Ed, are you dumbing down your riddles for me? A mirror!” A tiny grin tugs at the corners on his mouth, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Figured you prefer to get them right.”

“Psh.” You roll your eyes, grin stretching into something wider. Then you cross your arms and lean forward. “I have one for you, now.”

“Oh, really?” He looks a little excited, and its adorable especially behind the goggles he’s still wearing. You resist the urge to giggle, though, and nod. “Fire away, then.”

“Okay, hold on, let me remember.” Pausing a moment, you look at the counter to remember the words. You have to get this right, to provide the perfect jumping off point for asking him out. “Okay, you see a boat filled with people, yet there isn’t a single person on the boat. How is it possible?”

Ed’s eyes shine and you know he’s heard it before; His eye sonly look like that when he’s about to give the right answer and feel smart doing it. Taking off the goggles and replacing his glasses over his eyes, he grins. “All the people are married couples.”

“Exactly, and Ed! Wouldn’t you like to be one of those people?” I’m going for it. No need to be shy- shoot your shot like a used car salesperson.

Immediately, the forensics guy looks completely flabbergasted and he stutters like he really is confused, for once. “What- what??”

Having the humility and poise to look a little moor mellow, you lean my lower back on one of the benches stretching across the wall and focus on the table in the middle of the room. You’ve seen many, many dead bodies on this table. “Well, my friend Mia and I are setting up a sort of… blind double date, I guess. She’s finding someone for me, and I’m looking for a guy for her and we’re gonna go out as a group. Safer than online dating, right? Well I was looking around the precinct for a guy, and… “ Turning to look across your shoulder and up at Ed, who looks curious but still hesitant-and ready to be more hesitant, - , you set him with a mischievous look. “Ed. Edward.”

“This doesn’t sound like a good idea… “He starts to refuse, looking away from you and back at his McMuffin, but you’re not giving up that easily. You haven’t put all your cards down on the table yet! But still, you don’t want to make him uncomfortable because you know this isn’t his thing, so you force yourself to stay in one spot and not look too desperate. Which, quite honestly, you are. The date is tonight!! You’ll end up having to take Harvey, and as sexy as he is, he isn’t your friend’s type.

“Ed, you’re perfect! Safe, for one; You’re a sweetie. And that’s not something I can for sure say about whoever Mia’s got for me- she works at the paper. And Mia loves riddles!” Well, ‘love’ might be a stretch, but she does have an appreciation for them like you. “And you’re the best-looking guy in the precinct.”

That seems to shock him, and he looks up again to blink behind his glasses. “What?”

“Well, yeah.” You shrug; Is it a secret? Dark hair, dark eyes, tall- what is not to like, here? “I mean, you’re on parr with Gordon, but that guy’s damn near married!” You grin, biting your bottom lip as you continue to look across the room rather then at Ed- but then turn and wink at him. “Besides, I like you better. Would much rather spend a night hanging with you then with Jimmy, he’s a bit of a workaholic you know?” Smiling genuinely, you give him an almost-awkward thumb up.

“Uhh… “Hesitant and full-awkward, Ed actually looks to be thinking about it now, looking away from your gaze once again. You don’t mind if he doesn’t keep eye contact- makes you feel like you’re being interrogated when the cops around here do that. Very weird. “I’m- I’m not sure. I’m not… very good… with the opposite sex… “

“You’re great with me!” You exclaim encouragingly, watching a tiny flicker of a grin pass over his lips as he looks down at the ground. “Come on, I’ll be there with you the whole time. Unless of course my date goes really well,” He looks up and you wink, grinning cheekily. Then an idea occurs to you, and you gasp. “I’ll even come over a bit early and help you prepare!”

Letting him think to himself for a couple minutes while you get out your phone and check for messages and periodically watch the door for other cops and forensics people. Finally, Ed lets out a deep breath and turns to face you again. You hold your breath, chewing on your bottom lip. “… Okay. I’ll go with you and Mia on this date. But you have to come over before.”

You let out a relieved breath. “Thank you, Ed! Sure thing. I’ll see you at yours at 6, the dates at 7. I’ll get your information outta the database- thank you so much Ed!” With a quick hug, and one last smile, you leave him back to his breakfast. “Enjoy your brecky and have a good day Ed! See ya!”

Ed just smiles a little smile, watching you leave before switching his glasses for the goggles again and goes to continue his breakfast. “I wonder… did I say yes for the right reasons?”

Through the corner of his eye, he catches his reflection grin smugly and shake his head.

He tries to ignore it.

~~~TIME SKIP: Later that day, at Ed’s apartment~~~

When Ed had answered the door in a plain t-shirt and sweat pants, you had been worried for half a second that he had changed his mind and that you had forced him to say yes to something he didn’t want to do, but then he quickly explained that he didn’t know what to wear.

Which was such an easy issue to remedy!

“There!” You exclaim when he comes out of the bathroom in the outfit you two came to an agreement on. You’re sitting on the end of his bed, munching on pretzels and smile encouragingly at your friend. “You clean up even nicer, Ed.”

“Thank you… “Grinning with pride, like a bird ruffling his feathers, Ed looks once more at his reflection and flattens out his emerald tie-his favourite colour, as you’ve come to realise. Its all over his apartment, and his wardrobe, - then he comes over to sit beside you and tie up his shoes. “Uh- Miss L/N, question? If you don’t mind.”

Swallowing 3 more little pretzels and picking out 2 more, eating like a marathon runner… if by running one meant eating. “Fire away.” Still bent over his knees tying up his laces, Ed does so.

“Why are you eating? I thought we were meeting up with the others for dinner.”

Waiting to finish the latest 2 pretzels, you cover your mouth and look embarrassed as you chew away quickly so you can reply. When you’re done, you laugh nervously and set the bag down in your lap. “Oh. Haha. I don’t want y’all to see me gorging myself when we’re out. Also, if I’m too full when I’m there to buy an actual meal, I save money on a potentially terrible date by just buying a bowl of chips or something. On the 3rd date, I might buy myself a proper meal.”

Ed sits up, setting his hands on his knees. “I don’t think anyone would mind seeing you eat properly, Miss L/N.”

“Uh… yeah, I don’t really think so either… Hah, but, I’m still a lil’ insecure you know?” Its nothing to be embarrassed about- you’re insecure! Everyone is about something. Besides, Ed’s easy to talk to. You know he wont judge you. Picking out another pretzel, you pop it in your mouth and enjoy the salty taste, offering Ed the bag in case he wants some.

“Oh, thank you.” He’s temporarily distracted from your confession by the snack, making your grin at how cute he is as he politely takes a singular pretzel. For a moment, you two just sit there and eat in companionable silence, and its nice. You look at him for a second, in his date pants and sweater, before looking around his apartment. Its pretty nice, you have to say. A little grungy looking, but in a fashionable way unlike the rest of Gotham. You can imagine the sporadic helicopter search lights that are normal in Gotham city probably look really cool flashing in through the full wall of windows. “Well I have leftover potatoes from my dinner last night that I could have now,” Ed finally wonders out loud, and when you look at him he’s ready to get up and go get them. Quickly, you put a hand on his arm to stop him, causing him to look over at you and wait for an explanation.

“Oh, Ed! No, I didn’t mean you had to as well!”

“But if it’s considered impolite to eat on a first date- “

“No! Ed, that’s just my silly thing. Mia and the other guy’ll eat like King’s. I promise you.” Encouragingly, and half apologetically, you squeeze his arm. “You need to eat a proper meal. As your friend, I won’t have it any other way.” You say the last part sternly.

“Hah. Well in that case I have to insist that you, Miss Y/N, have the same.”

Your jaw drops when Ed takes your bag of pretzels, zips it up again and gets up to put them away in the kitchen. Watching with wide eyes and a disbelieving smile on your face, you see him use his height as a weapon, get on his tip toes and put the bag away in the back of a top shelf. When he turns around, he grins evilly at you. You throw one right back at him, albeit less superior and put your fists on your hips. “Edward Nygma!”

He finds his place sitting next you again, this time a little closer and facing you, leaning on his hands that are on the bed between you so he’s sort of leaning toward you as well. For a second, you suffer a small heart fluttering stroke, but quickly push it aside and sigh in surrender, rolling your eyes. You look forward again, then turn back and smile at him.

“Do you have another riddle for me before we get going?”

Maybe you’re putting off leaving this apartment. A little.

His eyes shine, like they always do when you ask him for a riddle. “Of course, I do. What question can you never say yes to?”

“Ed!” You exclaim immediately, exasperated. “Another easy one! We’re gonna have to have a conversation about my IQ, sir. I assure you it’s larger than what you give me credit for.”

“I don’t doubt that Miss L/N.” He smiles, a bit bigger than his usual little grin. “I just like how happy you get when you can answer a riddle correctly- Don’t worry, I’ll adjust my criteria for riddles for you to make them more challenging from now on.”

How… how can he be so bluntly sweet and not even realise it?

Sighing deeply in frustration at yourself, you look away from Ed’s handsome, sweet, smart self and momentarily hate yourself. Sorry Mia. I can’t do this. “Oh Ed… I’ve made an awful mistake.”

“Oh?” He adjusts his glasses, confused. “About what?”

“Uhh… “Time to escape!! Go home!! Contemplate your total and utter hopelessness and misery on your own, Y/N! You get up from the bed and pick up your bag and your coat, backing up to the door out of Ed’s apartment. He gets up to follow you, but you hold out a hand and gesture for him to sit back down. “I just can’t go out tonight. I have, uh, cramps. So, um… I’m really sorry for ruining your night!” Bumping into the door, you whip your head around to look at it and flash a nervous smile back at Ed before turning to it. “So sorry… “What is wrong with you, Y/N?

“Miss L/N!”

Before you know it, Ed’s crossed the room and basically trapped you between him and the door. For a second, apology and nerves cross his features but then he moves on. “Miss L/N, are you okay? I, I can make you some herbal tea to help soothe- “

“No, no, Ed, its okay. I just need to sleep- “

“Y/N.” His eyes darken unbelievably for a second and the forceful way his voice bends around your name, your first name, causes you to stop talking and look properly at him again, waiting for what he has to say. As quickly as that dark, forceful look came, it gone again though and Ed drops his forward a bit as if exhausted. “Miss L/N forgive me for my vigour. Um, I just… I wanted to say… uh, before you leave, that um, uh, I… “Your heart lifts as he stutters through gibberish, and you tilt your head to side to try and see his face. “I want to admit something.”

You’re nervous about what he’s going to say. “You don’t have to… “

“I disagree. Um,” He looks up at you again finally, and you see shyness in his eyes, but determination also. “I want to admit, to you, that… my reasons for agreeing to go on this date, were uh… biased. I have little to no interest in your friend Mia, I’m sorry. I just wanted to spend more time with you.”

Eyes widening slightly, you watch Ed look down again and take his hands off the wall on either side of your head, letting them sit stiffly at his sides as he looks idly around the room as he waits for a response. Because of this, he misses the way your lips turn up in a smile. Relief washes over you, and happiness. He likes you, too!

“Uh, Ed?” You whisper, leaning back on the door now. You’re not leaving. “Look at me?”

“Yes?” He looks at you again, finding your eyes and your smile and breathing in deeply at the sight, surprised. Relieved.

After a moment, you give in to the urges that have only become stronger today then they ever were before - in fact, before today you didn’t even know they were there. But now you can safely identify all those weird smile you couldn’t help when you looked at the forensics guy, - , you pull him gently closer to you and lean up, kissing him gently on the lips.

Almost instantly, this boy presses closer so you’re on the door again between it and his, kissing you back tenderly so when you stop, there are bright beams on both your faces. Grinning, you adjust your grip on his sweater. “I think you're going to have to start calling me Y/N, now.” 

“Yeah, that would be appropriate, wouldn't it?” Then Ed’s eyes widen. “I should make you the herbal tea. Your cramps.”

Lying very transparently, you bite the inside of your cheek guilty and tell him “They’re cured.”.

“This is going to be awkward for you to explain to your friend.”

“She’ll live.”

“Do you want to watch some TV with me then?”

“I’d love to.”  

#Edward Nygma x Reader #The Riddler x Reader #Gotham #Edward Nygma x Reader Oneshot #Oneshot #Gotham x Reader #Gotham Oneshot

[ruined-my-dramatic-entrance]

Hat’s Off to You

Platonic fluff, a bit silly or OOC but not a crackfic lol, 1659 words TW: S!Janus

“What’s going on here?” Patton asked as he popped up.

 After rolling his eyes and a moment of hesitation, Virgil replied, “Princey brought up some dumb idea about Janus having some weird secret hidden under his hat and now he and Logan are debating it.”

 “Well, what’s all hat about?” the moral side inquired further with a grin.

 Though Patton had expected Virgil to at least smirk at this, the latter instead protested, “Please, just get them to stop for now or something…”

 “Okay, kiddo. Sorry about Pat — uh, I mean that,” Patton corrected himself quickly before turning his attention to the other two.

 “I still think it’s probably something weird and evil, like some devil’s horns or — or pointed ears,” Roman insisted, gesturing to the vague areas that those body parts would be placed on himself.

 “If Janus were to be hiding something underneath his hat — which I still have very significant doubts about — then it would probably be a result of his half-snake composition, such as a lack of hair on that side of his head, covered by scales,” Logan chimed in with an even tone.

 “Well, yeah, maybe, but it still could be something… much more sinister that reveals how Thomas truly visualizes Deceit in his mind,” the prince suggested with a deep curiosity.

 “Wouldn’t that be you, Roman?” Patton asked with an innocent smile.

 “Wha—? No, I’m not a liar! I’m an actor but I am not Deceit,” Roman dismissed, clearly offended.

 “No, that’s not what I meant, and I was talking about Janus, not evil,” Patton said, subtly reminding Roman to be kinder about the side in question. “I meant that the way Thomas views Deceit as a concept would be your creativity, kiddo,” he explained.

 Roman paused for a moment. “I… suppose you’re right,” he agreed.

 “That would make sense, though it would still have the influence of how Thomas feels about the concept of Deceit in genera—” Logan tried to elaborate, but was cut off by Roman.

 “By Artemis’s beautiful bow, I think I know!” the creative side exclaimed with a wide gesture.

 “You’ve… decided on a guess?” Logan prompted, frowning slightly in curiosity and pushing his glasses backwards as he scanned Roman with his eyes.

 “Oh, brother, what is it now?” Virgil groaned, pulling his hood up over his head.

 “That’s the spirit! What do you think, Roman?” Patton encouraged excitedly.

 “Wolf ears,” Roman answered simply, as if the answer was obvious.

 “Uh… might’ve misheard you there, Kiddo,” Patton fretted, leaning in a bit closer in hopes of understanding Roman’s words better.

 “That… is an interesting guess. I suppose I could see some reasoning for this,” Logan mused, placing his knuckle against his lips in thought.

 “Please tell me you’re not actually considering this, dude,” Virgil pleaded, pulling his sleeves over his hands.

 “No, no, I’m serious!” Roman persisted, holding out his hands in a “wait” gesture. “From my best understanding of how Thomas views deception, he gets consistently stuck on the phrase ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ and sometimes he imagines liars as having certain wolf traits,” he finally explained. “Though, he usually only does that past 3am,” he added with a slight shrug before looking towards the rest of the group for approval.

 “In addition to that, Janus does seem to... work alone, if you will, with his varying goals for Thomas — a lone wolf, perhaps,” Logan elaborated, “Wolves are also regarded for their intelligence and have very complicated social dynamics, maybe tying into Janus’s ability to use charisma to his advantage. Symbolically, wolves are also regarded as confident, which he definitely exhibits.”

 “Come on, you don’t actually think Janus would have something as… as stupid as that,” Virgil disagreed, rubbing the back of his neck. Logan narrowed his eyes at the way he stumbled over his words.

 “Virgil, I expected you to be less… concerned about this matter — furthermore, to mock him for it,” the logical side deduced, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “So… either you’re embarrassed about something similar or something is wrong here,” he declared, causing the room to fall silent for a few seconds.

 “What’s wrong with Virge, Logan? Don’t just leave it all… ominous like that! It’s scary,” Patton fretted, looking at the side in question with worry.

 At that moment, Virgil showed up, shoving aside the “Virgil” that had been there before, who was pushed into the wall and reverted back into his true form.

 “Did someone say ‘scary?’” Virgil asked nonchalantly, giving Patton a quick glance before returning to glaring at Janus.

 “Deceit!!” Logan yelled, pointing at Janus.

 “Yes, yes, we’ve noticed, Logan, no need to sound the alarm, especially not so loudly,” Janus remarked.

 “Virgil!” Patton and Roman exclaimed in unison with smiles.

 “What was he doing here? What did he say?” Virgil asked, voice serious and impatient.

 “Nothing much! Since I got here, he was just denying some of Roman and Logan’s theories about what’s under his hat,” Patton recounted.

 “Yes, padre is right; that’s all the snake has done, nothing particularly evil or sinister,” Roman confirmed with a slight nod as if his valiant watch had kept Janus in check, whereas in reality he hadn’t really noticed.

 Virgil snickered. “You mean ‘cause he’s insecure about this?” he asked with a mischievous smile as he managed to snatch Janus’s hat, revealing a pair of… dark wolf ears.

 “Hah! I knew it! I called it! That was me, I was right. Got it before Logan,” Roman announced proudly before clearing his throat awkwardly and growing quiet to listen.

 “Only because it was your interpretation of symbolism,” Logan muttered under his breath, petty.

 “Aww, you’re like a teddy bear!” Patton commented with a gasp, “Or a puppy! Why would you hide this? We wouldn’t make fun of you for something so cute and nonthreatening!” He paused suddenly, realizing that he had just spoken the exact reason. “Ohh…” He grimaced slightly in guilt.

 “Yes, well, isn’t this lovely. This is exactly what I wanted, Virgil, thank you,” Janus complained in annoyance, shooting the man in question a pointed look. “It’s obvious that this is totally a part of myself that I like and wanted to share with the group.”

 “Janus, we won’t make fun of you for it, especially if you’re so insecure about it,” Patton reassured, looking around the room for agreement and receiving nods from everyone… as well as muffled snickers from Roman and Virgil.

 “Grandma, what big ears you have,” Roman murmured quietly under his breath, unable to resist the temptation.

 “What does it matter anyway? It’s clear I’m viewed as but a beast or a — a monstrous creature. Why would words make that any different?” Janus retorted to Patton, both his eyes and his phrasing giving away his hidden sadness.

 “Well, Janus, you of all sides should understand the power that words can hold,” Logan reminded tersely.

 “Regardless, Thomas could have at least chosen something scarier rather than just… an amalgamation of different animal symbols out of confusion,” Janus griped, gesturing into the air in frustration.

 “Weird is better than scary if it’s constant. Trust me on this one,” Virgil insisted, though his expression turned to one of slight… sympathy?

 “Trust isn’t exactly my strong suit,” Deceit responded, casting an unpleasant glance across the rest of the room. “I wonder why?” he added sarcastically.

 “It’s not my department either but…” Virgil trailed off, sighing. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this to you of all people,” he muttered. “But… I know what it’s like to feel different and unnecessary and — and like you’re built to just be weird, to just be the outcast,” he admitted, avoiding looking into the half-snake’s eyes. “I know what it’s like but… it’s not like that here, not with them. Not with us,” he assured, fiddling with his sleeves.

 “I think we all owe Janus an apology,” Patton pointed out. “I’m sorry for not respecting your privacy,” he said, looking at the aforementioned man with empathy.

 “I apologize for my earlier behavior. I was curious but not considerate,” Logan chimed in concisely.

 “I… suppose I’m sorry too,” Roman agreed, though he opened his mouth to say something else and closed it a moment later.

 “I guess I shouldn’t have… done that,” Virgil mumbled, handing Janus his hat back. “But you shouldn’t have impersonated me either.”

 “Very well, very well… I’m sorry for taking your place and deceiving you,” Janus replied, “though it did take them quite a while to catch on…”

 “It is indeed odd that Janus’s impersonation of you is much more accurate than of me or Patton,” Logan commented, frowning again in contemplation.

 “And that Virgil already knew about Janus’s ears,” Roman added, looking at Virgil in confusion.

 “Well, I —” Virgil began nervously.

 “— The little brat has done this before, you see,” Janus excused as he interrupted the anxious side. “It was terribly irritating,” he recalled about the false event, examining his nails through his gloves. “And yes, I’m afraid that the emo is the simplest to mimic -- it’s dreadfully easy,” he mocked, though said emo looked up at him when he realized that Janus had just… covered for him and his past as a dark side. That was not anywhere near what Virgil had expected.

 “Ah, that would make sense,” Logan accepted with a slight nod.

 “I, for one, still can’t decide whether his fluffy little ears are scary or, uh, adorable,” Roman admitted.

 Janus scoffed and examined his nails through his glove. “If you’re disturbed by this, wait until you find out what Remus hides under his mustache,” he pointed out.

 After a beat of silence, every other side in the room turned to him in a mixture of surprise, fear, and disgust, all exclaiming some variation of “hold up,” “wait,” or “what?!” Except for Patton, who simply remarked, “Well, I suppose we must-ask him later” with a chuckle.

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Yandere Vil, Malleus and Leona there S/o is really good at using all kinds of posions from flowers she grows herself and comes super close to using deadly posion on them mixing it into there tea or Food giving her the chance of getting away

Oh my god this was hard cause Vil and Malleus are Characters I still need to grasp on,but I hope this isn't so bad! (╥﹏╥) I really liked the concept given, although with these three Characters,I don't think it would be very easy to poison them since all three of them are the kinds who seem to overseer a lot of things in situations •́ ‿ ,•̀ what scary men but here you go! I hope you like it (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

Warning: Mentions of abuse and non-con/toxic relationship.

Vil Schoenheit

- "Tell me, my dear, what kind of rotten heart would scheme up a plan to poison the one that loves them above all else?"

- You've never seen Vil as crossed as he was now, standing right before you in his room. The way the light of the chandelier brought to life the wrath in his gaze frightened you and you regretted what you did. Or at least attempted to do

- "To think my little pearl would do such a vile thing..." His eyes glistened like wildfire, and before words could even reach you, Vil hurled the fine porcelain cup against the wall near you. It shattered,much like your composure, and once tears escaped you, Vil is already on his knees, his hands cupping your face.

- "Mein Liebling, forgive me. Are you hurt?"

- Vil's soft, soothing words bellied the way he gripped your face to look up at him. The tender hands that you were so used to now a force that overwhelmed you completely.

- You thought he wouldn't notice the small red berries you'd crushed and mixed in with his tea. You made sure he wasn't even there to see it, but when he didn't attempt to even taste the tea you made for him, you already felt dread knotting around your conscience.

- He wasn't an idiot, you took that well into account, but you overlooked the fact that he was a person who valued beauty above all else, someone who was always particular of their own surrounding.

- "My small,idiotic, pearl, of course I noticed your pathetic excuse for poison in my tea. The fragrance alone gave it away"

- "You thought there wasn't a smell, did you? You thought that just because you Excell in that mediocre talent of herbs of yours you could use it against me?"

- Vil didn't hesitate to grab hold a fist of your hair,yanking you up until you stood on your tiptoes just to look up at him with those teary eyed expression on your face.

- "My sweet, daffodil. Who do you think I am?"

- He was Vil Schoenheit. Dorm Leader of Pomefiore, and the embodiment of beauty and grace.

- He was Vil Schoenheit, the senior who took interest in you and entangled you in his hold and the suffocating toxin draining you from life.

Leona Kingscholar

- "Ha? What's this?" Leona's lazy gaze drifts from the bowl of meat stew in front of him to your awkward as ever figure sitting opposite of him on the bed.

- You stare at him, for a brief second forgetting what to say, until Leona lets out a sigh and picks up the wooden spoon.

- You'd worked hard for this moment, collecting the leaves of the dumbcane plant you'd stumbled upon when Leona allowed you to accompany him during a short stroll wasn't a small feat to be achieved. Not with a male like Leona watching your every move.

- "I made it because the other day I overheard Ruggies saying you used to eat meat stew when you were younger" Your attempt at sounding as timid as you always do around him succeeded though you were sure it was simply out of instincts to put your head down before the beastly prince

- On his lips, a ghost of a smirk appeared before he looked up at you, teeth bared just slightly.

- "That so? Then, why don't you share it with me?" He held the bowl towards you, and something like dread wrapped itself around your nerves.

- "I...I'm not that hungry" You didn't know how you could still look him in the eyes, but would looking away really save you? Leona was never the forgiving type just as much as he wasn't the type to be bothered with the fact he'd imprisoned you as his mate.

- "Dumbass. It was a rhetorical question" He said grinning before his expression darkened, and his voice lowered into a growl. "Eat it."

- You were fighting back tears just as much as you were fighting the urge to run away. To push yourself up from the bed and jolt out of the room that held so many of your tortured memories. You never wanted this, you thought. Why couldn't he just let you go when you said you weren't interested in being with him?

- You bit your lip, gaze casted down. "I don't want to"

- Leona laughed and with one swift movement, he had pushed you off the bed and pinned you to the floor. Your breathing hitched and the back of your head throbbed from the fall.

- "I didn't fucking ask", he growled so close to your face then, you felt the raw aggression seep through your skin and your senses blurred.

- "Get off me! Get off me!" You struggled against him but as Leona held you down firmly, your resistance was useless.

- "What? You thought I wouldn't catch onto your stupid plan? Hah! Who do you think I am,huh?"

- You opened your mouth to scream but Leona grabbed your throat and poured down the stew straight into your mouth. The extra excess of it dripping onto your clothes. You gagged,throat burning from the heat and tears brimmed with tears.

- "Dumbcane, am I right? The ones you stole glances at whenever we passed that den of bushes outside. I didn't think you'd be so dumb to think you could trick me into eating poison."

- You coughed up the remaining stew lodged in your throat but Leona clamped his hand on your mouth, pressing onto it with every inch of anger he could manage

- "You're swallowing it whole, mouse." He snarled,watching as your vision blurred and tears slid down your cheeks, glistening as if they were symbols of your regret. He wanted to laugh at you for realising only now that you could never outwit him, nor leave his side at all, but betrayal tasted bitter and he seemed lost for words to describe it.

- "Huh, tell me, little mouse, you know why this plant you schemed to have me digest is called Dumbcane?"

- Of course you knew.

- "So let me get this straight, you planned on poisoning me but not kill me? Is that why you went for a plant that could only cause extreme nausea and vomitting? You worked something in that small head of yours and thought you could get away from me if you made me sick?" The laugh that came afterwards seemed to screech in your ears and before you realized it yourself, you were sobbing, the insides of your mouth burning and swelling. Leona's gaze raked your trembling body beneath his and a sense of dominance washed over him.

- It was nice, seeing you all helpless like this, since all you ever did was fight back.

- "I swear this is why you herbivores don't last long in the wild", Leona released his grip on you, his gaze mellowed down as a smirk curled on his lips. "If you wanted to get away from me that bad, you should've went for my hide, cause as long as I'm alive, you're never getting away"

Malleus Draconia

- Malleus's lips against yours was tantalising,his tongue caressing your inner cavern with the utmost attentiveness that had you arching your back and limply grabbing at him.

- The dark Fae had a habit of marking his possessions and you were no exception. From bite marks to slight burn scars.

- Today,you noticed,he was acting a bit more needier than usual. His touch held less aggression and was more like he wanted a sense of reassurance.

- By now you'd learned that if and when you disobeyed him, nothing good ever came from it. Especially when you'd throw words at him in attempt to hurt him.

- So, when he sought after you as usual, you opted to be as submissive as you could. If today was a day he'd let his guard down even for a moment, you would take it to ensure your plan succeeded.

- "You're well-behaved today,my little raven" Malleus said right after pulling away, his lips finding the crook of your neck almost immediately. When he blew briefly against it,a shiver ran up your spine.

- "Are you trying to hide something from me?" Latching onto your skin, Malleus began suckling on your sweet spot,his hands gripping your waist.

- You tried speaking but Malleus lifted his gaze and for a brief second,it was as if you were trapped in a trance.

- "Tell me,young one, do you know the story of Leander and his hasty affection towards a young Lady?"

- "No." The words came in a gasp, as if you were compelled to say it, and Malleus smiled. A slow, deliberate smile before he shifted and had you sitting on his lap,his cold arms wrapping around your waist once again.

- "It is an ancient story, one from the Greeks, and it tells the story of how a young man dies in an attempt to woo the ever so beautiful maiden that had captured his heart." His voice seemed distant then,as if he was recalling thoughts from a life he lived too long ago to remember clearly, you watched as his still expression slightly shifted and his brooding gaze of emeralds, glistening deeply in thought. Malleus then, resembled an old God, and you realized why Lilia and the others seemed to worship him. Why you could never find a way to truly be free from him.

- "Are you listening,little raven?" The depth in his voice then,nudged you from your thoughts,your widened gaze locking instantly with his. You found yourself nodding in sync with the smile growing ever more evidently on his lips.

- "You see,the story starts with Leander swimming across a great lake, vast and wide, every night to be able to be with his lover who lived atop of a tower. In turn his lover lit up a lantern to help guide him through the nights."

- "One night,however, he had stumbled upon a flower, captured by its beauty, he decided to take it to his love and as he swam, a storm passed by, blowing out the lantern left out as his guidance. Thus, Lenader was lost and eventually drowned."

- Malleus then shifted his attention back to you, sitting still on his lap. Your breathing had turned shallow, somehow fearful of the story's ending. He let out a small laugh then, leaning in to steal another kiss. It tasted somewhat like driftwood and pine.

- "Do you what happened in the end?" He asked, a rhetoric question you were smart enough to detect. Your eyes almost averted itself from his but when Malleus's gaze darkened,you knew better to hold your wits together.

- "When his lady love came out onto her tower and saw he was not there as promised, she cried out to him; 'Leander, O Leander' , and when she came down from her tower to the lake and there found his dead body washed out onto land, she caught the glimpse of the beautiful flower clutched in his hands."

- The dark hues of green spiralling in his eyes then struck fear to your heart, the way he lowered his lid and momentarily strayed from you told you something was off, and you struggled to breath.

- "The symbol of charm and passion for the people of the Greeks, the infamous Desert flower. Named after the tragic story of a love sparked a bit too wildly by the embers of youth; Oleander."

- Malleus lifted his gaze and without a coherent thought in your head, you stumbled off his lap, falling to the hard cold floor with a hollow thud. Your eyes seemed glued to the mystic male as he arched his brows and stared down at you.

- "My,my,did my grip loosen?" He let out a dark chuckle, a rumble of shadows blanketing over an overcast of mountains. "Forgive me,my pet. I hope you're not injured"

- "Never" You managed despite being so shaken up, "I..I know you would never hurt me.."

- It was a lie. You had physical proof of it, but what good did it come with you trying to make him feel bad of what he's done to you? If he had any shred of humanity in him,you wouldn't have been stuck here in the first place. Placed up in a tower of thorns where no one but him could ever find you. Trapped in a world where you meant to pleasure him as he liked. So you lied and you lied until you couldn't anymore. Until only one thought rang clear in your head.

- "Oleander holds more than just beauty, did you know?" Came the question from Malleus who still sat on the chaise earlier,he had a simple smile curled on his lips, but the wrath in his gaze faltered not.

- However, he didn't wait for you to respond.

- "Like how it played a part in the death of young Leander, it also holds a toxin harmful enough to cause death." Another laugh, another shred of fear clawing up your skin.

- "Isn't that interesting?".

- When you kept quiet, Malleus tilted his head and the air in the room seemed too thin to grasp with your lungs and you were no longer looking him in the eyes.

- "He knows" the thought screamed in your head. But you were so sure. You held back so many things that could've made him notice. How?

- "_____." The sound of your name being called out so coldly,had you bowing your head. Malleus only ever called your name once, and that was when he asked you to be his companion. The day you rejected him.

- "Malleus, I—"

- "Quiet. If you try to talk your way out this I'll make that pretty mouth of yours disappear." The growl was evident in his voice and you couldn't deny the truth behind his accusation.

- "So,when were you planning to do it,my small lovebird? This afternoon? Tonight? I'm sure you've planned this out quite well. You've always been such a thinker, always wondering."

- Malleus loomed over you now, you hadn't moved from where you fell. Couldn't really. Your legs felt frozen to the floor. Helpless.

- "But to think you'd used such a thing as Oleander. Were you going to use some kind of magic to heighten it's effects? Surely you should know by now that I've lived long enough to not be so easily killed, even if by a lover's hands." The last words were hissed, seething with a rage you didn't want to face.

- "Slip it into my tea before I sleep and running away right after..."

- Malleus rose his hand ever so slightly and an invisible force flung you right across the room, your back colliding with the stoned walls. Your mouth opened but no sound came from it as your lungs painfully constricted.

- "I'm disappointed,really" Malleus's dark drawl brought you out of your haze, although your vision seemed to blur,you could still make out his prominent figure striding towards you. "Here I thought my raven was smarter than most. Were you turning a blind eye to the fact I have more than just my gaze following you, or are you simply as naive as to think you'd get away with such a petty plan?"

- When you lifted your head, Malleus rose one finger and pointed it towards you. Instantly,your throat felt wrung up tightly and a scorching ring of fire encircled it.

- You screamed,eyes wide and body hunching over. Your hands tried clawing at the ring but ended up getting burned instead as the fire slowly ate away at your skin.

- Malleus sighed,heavy and shaky. You swore you could've heard his voice tremble if it weren't for your own screams overlapping them.

- "You've brought me great sorrow,_____. If poisoning me gave you hope of leaving behind all that we've built together, then perhaps, for our future happiness, I will burn all sense of hope you have left."

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RadioHusk Week - #2 To Love A Dumbass

I meant to write a drabble and my hand slipped.

I’m sorry.

[ EDITED 4/5/20 ]

I want to do a drawing for every fic, it just takes my dumb butt forever to do anything. Forewarning, this was done at 2 am, so it might be a bit jumbled? I edited what I could to fix it. I hope you all enjoy!

To hell’s general population or the few who knew of him, Husk was a lot of things. Temperamental, apathetic, tired of everyone’s shit... the list could go on, but he liked to think he was a pretty simple guy.

Uncomplicated and easy to understand. You leave him alone, he’ll leave you alone. You get on his nerves, he’ll probably claw your eyes out. Maybe. If he actually had the energy for it. A fair trade if you asked him.

And he didn’t ask for much. To most, he didn’t like to be bothered, he enjoyed card games, he depended on alcohol to get him through the day, and he had a fondness for magic tricks.

That last one was a little-known fact to their small group of misfits. The hotel’s residents didn’t need to know about it. The only reason any of them had even found out was because of Angel Dust challenging him to a card game.

He was more than a little drunk at the time. Hah, he’d been fucking plastered.

Kicking that fluffy arachnoids ass was just a bonus. While he never doubted his own hand, being that uncoordinated never usually ended well for him. He tended to keep to himself when he was at his worst.

He was surprised he even agreed to do anything at all instead of telling that perverted walking stick to shove off! Even more surprising was as trashed as he’d been, he was still apparently unbeatable.

Husk wondered if he had an ace up his sleeve… and he didn’t even have sleeves… or wear clothes.

Yikes. Did bow ties and tophats count?

Hmmmm… wait. No. He wasn’t doing this to himself again. It was hard enough accepting he was an overgrown catbird. He’d leave this complicated crap alone. Besides, trying to wear clothes over fur was a pain in the ass. Not to mention extremely uncomfortable...

Lucky streak aside, Husk won whatever bet they’d made. He couldn’t quite remember what it was since he’d been blackout drunk, but he knew Vaggie had enough blackmail on Angel to get about a week’s worth of good behavior out of him.

That alone had made this whole thing an even bigger victory. The only problem was that with his drinking, while his gambling was on point, his mouth… wasn’t. 

Plenty of sinners gave away personal information when they were drunk. People did it while they were alive, so it wasn’t an uncommon thing down in hell. The only problem was where it ended up… or who it ended up with.

Long story short, he’d apparently let Angel Dust in on his appreciation for magic and had even shown him a trick or two with his cards while they were playing. He couldn’t remember jack shit, but it was possible.

How else would Angel have found out? The only other demons who’d know would be Alastor or Niffty and he doubted Alastor would randomly share something as insignificant as this. He may have a thing for pushing Husk’s buttons, but he didn’t think the other would just throw that out into the open without any context.

Actually, he probably would.

Either that or Niffty spilled the beans… she liked his coin behind the ear trick. She made for a great audience, even when she had to stop him to sweep up his stray feathers or dust the furniture in his room. He wasn’t a total slob, but he was rarely in his hotel room to begin with, so it wasn’t really his top priority.

Like right now. He could clean up the broken glass next to the bed, but he wasn’t going to. He drank often enough, so hangovers rarely bothered him, but sometimes even he overdid it.

His tolerance was absolutely phenomenal. A blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he could enjoy his booze and watch his drinking buddies fall over after a few shots of the hard stuff. On the other hand, it was tougher to get buzzed or even just flat out drunk if he wanted a quick way to escape his own mind.

Last night had been one of those times and he absolutely went overboard. The hangover he was nursing could definitely attest to that. If the pounding in his head grew any worse he’d probably die. Again.

With a sigh, Husk shifted into a more comfortable position, trying to keep his wings in mind. He didn’t need any other problems right now.

Speaking of problems, he hoped he didn’t do anything too stupid. How did he get back to his room, anyway? He tried to wrack his brain for answers, but all he got was a flash of white-hot pain radiating throughout his skull for his trouble.

This was the beauty of alcohol. It made you forget, even if it was only for a short time. He’d already made that mistake twice in one fucking day… One with Angel Dust, and the other with-

A knock at the door made him tense, the sound not at all helping his headache. Who was bothering him at this hour? Wait, what time was it? Shit… was he late for work? Most likely. He didn’t actually give too much of a shit, seeing as to how he worked seven days a week. 

The only one it would actually bother was-

//BANG//

The sound of the door slamming open and ramming into the wall made him jump so hard his teeth clacked together. 

A loud boisterous voice filled the quiet of his room moments later, “Ohhhhh Husker! Wakey wakey, my darling kitty cat! Your shift started hours ago, and our sour sinners are hankering for your testy temper. And quite possibly a beverage or two, but that is no concern of mine. Hahah!”

Husk groaned, curling into a ball. Maybe if he hid in his wings, the bastard would take the hint and leave. He was too exhausted to deal with this shit.

Of course, he wasn’t that lucky. Give him a deck of cards and you’d see him win the whole pot! But a radio demon that he just so happened to be in a relationship with? Not so much.

Hold on a damn minute… Was it a relationship? It was probably the closest thing to one. They never agreed on an actual title, but Alastor had been pretty pushy about them trying this… whatever it was out.

In fact, if he thought back to it, he hadn’t believed the guy at first, having been pining over said demon for years. Why would he come waltzing over to Husk, demanding him to be his significant other?

He’ll fucking tell you why. His own mouth betrayed him. With Angel Dust, he’d been very loose tongued thanks to his over drinking.

Alastor had come over to watch their game of cards, and by the end of it, had decided to poke fun at his old pal Husker. 

He’d given Husk a round of applause for his card tricks, but it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter that he’d won the game and left Angel Dust flipping the table in despair. None of it mattered because it hadn’t been enough to fill Alastor’s endless need to be entertained.

He just so happened to believe that ‘drunk Husk’ was an absolute riot. He’d told him as much in the past. 

Although, instead of the usual banter or wobbly cat behavior he would have normally provided, Husk decided to share an even more personal secret than his fucking magic tricks.

He’d told the cannibalistic serial killer he was in love with him.

And it didn’t end there. To make it worse, since he’d been three sheets to the wind, he ended up forgetting everything that happened.

Angel Dust finding out about him being a magician was fine.

Alastor finding out about his undying love for him?

Husk would sooner have jumped in front of an Angel on extermination day than to have revealed his feelings to Alastor.

When he’d found out about what he’d done, because of course the insufferable jackass had to bring up his mistake as soon as he was sober, he may or may not have tried to jump out of the nearest window.

That was a tough feat to accomplish considering his bar was on the first floor. Had he done it anyway? Well, he tried to, but the other put a stop to his attempt so he hadn’t gotten very far.

In the end, Alastor had told him he should’ve confessed sooner because they could’ve been spending quality time together. He may have spaced out after that due to his brain short-circuiting.

It was almost too good to be true.

Husk agreed to Alastor’s demands, feeling like he would’ve been an idiot to refuse an opportunity to spend more time with the demon that held his heart in the palm of his hand.

Should he have paid more attention to what those demands were? Hell yes. His impulsive decision left him with more questions than answers.

After all, making deals with demons was a dangerous game.

The lowlifes he used to play poker with regularly would’ve told him to suck it up and take the offer for what it was worth. Taking chances was their shtick. 

Jerry, the cheating piece of shit, would have asked, “Why look a gift horse in the mouth?”

This was why. He had so many regrets. 

Husk heard the tapping of hooved shoes making their way toward him and scowled from beneath his feathery shelter. If Al did what he knew he was absolutely going to freakin’ do, he’d give him the silent treatment for the next three days.

He’d say a week, but Husk would cave long before Alastor… He may like his space, but he liked Alastor more. The guy had a way of making him crave for his attention, even if the radio demon himself didn’t always want it in return.

Hell, Alastor rarely showed any interest in him to begin with. And no, having an interest in causing him constant aggravation did not fucking count. He was busy with the hotel and all of the ragtag tenants he got a sick pleasure tormenting. 

It was hilarious. Honestly, it was, but he wanted more… It was selfish, especially since he fell in love with Alastor for who he was and not for some warped soap opera version of himself that he was sure plenty of demons daydreamed about.

Eugh...

Husk was guilty of daydreaming. He daydreamed plenty when it came to his ‘partner.’ Husk would be the first to admit he was a hopeless romantic… well. Maybe not out loud. 

He liked the thought of tender touches, passionate kisses, and appreciative glances. Did he need them? No. Did the thought of them make his heart race? Fucking Christ, yes they did.

He knew Alastor wasn’t interested in any of that. It wasn’t who he was and Husk could accept that, selfish desires be damned. He just wished someone would give him a hint as to what exactly Alastor was playing at. 

Was this something he actually wanted? What was he getting out of it? Why would he even bother with something he usually thought was so ‘tedious?’ He’d said so plenty of times to Angel and Charlie.

It’s already been a few weeks since they’d made this little agreement. Now that he was thinking back on it, it's almost been a month! You’d think he’d know the answers to all of these questions by now, but he was left in the dark when it came to Alastor’s intentions. 

He was torn from his thoughts when a hand gripped his furry ankle and dragged him to the end of the bed. 

Husk let out a warning growl to try and ward off the other from his oncoming attack, but it was useless.

Alastor only chortled in response and Husk felt the hand wrapped around his ankle tighten briefly before moving away. He knew better than to believe that was it. This was only the beginning.

He was proven right when his wings were forcefully pried apart, revealing him to his attacker who looked way too smug for his own good. “My Dearest Husker, why must you hide from me? You know, while I do love your volatile personality, I’m only here to help!”

Holy shit… 

Had he actually fallen in love with this dumbass?

Husk sneered, the stabbing pain in his head only growing worse as he locked eyes with Alastor. “Help? How is this helping?”

He watched Alastor’s brows furrow for a split second before his grin stretched impossibly wider. “Why, of course it is! You would have missed your shift, otherwise. After all, your job is crucial! You’re the first face our lovely residents see!”

Sitting up, Husk felt his wings fluff up. This was getting ridiculous. He was hungover and more than a little unstable in the feelings department. Alastor was only making things worse, seeing as to how he was the main cause of his emotional turmoil. 

He could start yelling and throwing a tantrum, but that would only amuse the bastard and leave him with an even bigger headache. 

No. He had to catch him off guard.

Maybe he’d try something new… he had nothing to lose except his dignity and he’d lost that years ago.. 

Fuck it.

“I want a divorce.”

He felt a swell of pride at Alastor’s blank stare. So that actually shut him up, eh? Sure, this didn’t at all make any sense, but if he had to deal with Alastor’s bullshit, then the idiot was going to get bullshit thrown right back into his stupidly handsome face.

“Pardon?”

“I want a divorce.”

Alastor’s smile waned as his brows went back into a furrow, his head tilting to the side. “Husker, my good man… we aren’t married.”

Husk felt himself relax. Al’s voice had quieted immensely from his earlier shouting. He always had to project his voice, no matter where he went. This was a hell of a lot better for his head. He could already feel the pain lessen.

With a distracted nod, Husk huffed out, “I know. I still want a divorce.” He watched as Alastor’s grin strained, eyes narrowing as he studied him. He felt a shiver travel up his spine at the others searching stare.

Unsatisfied with what he seemed to not be able to find, Alastor released the firm grip he had on his feathers only to move those deft clawed hands behind his back. Husk was sure he was clenching them tight with frustration. 

He couldn’t tell if this was funny or sad. He didn’t want to piss off his ‘steady,’ but he also wasn’t in the mood to be pissed off himself.

Looking at Alastor, he had to admit it was actually pretty damn comical.

“No.”

Husk blinked, feathered brows raising high in confusion. “What?”

Alastor’s expression morphed into a sharp smile, his glowing red eye’s staring unwavering into Husk’s. He seemed to radiate extreme disapproval. “No. We aren’t getting a divorce, Dearest.” His smile gave an irritated twitch.

Holy shit. This was unexpected. He hadn’t actually thought something like this would upset the overlord so much. This should be funny. He should be laughing…

It wasn’t funny. He loved Alastor too much to keep this up, but he also didn’t understand. Why was Al taking this so seriously? The radio host would usually have laughed something like this off or made an even bigger joke out of it… so why wasn’t he doing that now?

He really needed to get answers. If they were going to be anything they needed to start by finding common ground.

Mind made up, Husk stretched. If he was going to do this, he might as well be comfortable. He let out a pleased hum at every pop or crack he worked out of his spine. That felt so much better…

He glanced back up at his uninvited guest, only to pause. Alastor’s previous expression was gone. Husk wasn’t sure if he could put a name to it… but it was softer. Not a word he was used to using when it came to this particular demon. He looked downright distracted as his eyes traveled along the length of Husk’s body…

There was absolutely no fucking way this was happening right now.

He felt hope well into his chest, but he buried it down deep, he had some questions that needed answering. “Okay. We won’t get a divorce… we can still be friend-married or whatever. I didn’t think you’d take what I said so seriously...”

Alastor seemed to tune back in at the sound of his voice, his smile taking on a more satisfied curl. “I’m glad you’ve changed your mind! A divorce, hah! How silly…-” He stilled, a record scratching sound following his abrupt pause as one of his brows raised in question. “Friend-married?” 

He grimaced, “I do believe we have taken the next step in our relationship to a status higher than mere friends. Though I suppose that wouldn’t take away our actual friendship, I was hoping for a more committed type of companionship.”

Husk felt his jaw drop in shock. Hold the fucking phone, what? 

Alastor didn’t seem to notice his surprise, carrying on with a look of distaste. “Honestly, Husker… friend-married? Is that a word young folk are using these days? Taking two separate terms and mashing them together?” 

He let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head at the thought. “I miss the days where words were used more appropriately.” Another twitch of his wide grin. “Besides, why crush words together when you can crush skulls?”

Husk gave a hard blink, his tail thumping on the sheets behind him. Holding up a clawed paw, he cut off the other’s rambling. “You… Do you seriously want to be in a relationship with me? You’re not just pulling my leg for a laugh?” If he was, he’d kill him. He’d probably be the one killed, but he would die trying.

Alastor’s confusion was palpable at this point as he tilted his head for a second time. “... I do believe I asked this of you before we began our partnership, yes. Besides, I may have just literally pulled your leg a short while ago, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I would spend so much time doing all of this just to cure my boredom..."

Husk felt like he was going to pass out. His heart was hammering so hard he thought it was going to beat right out of his chest. 

He was serious. Alastor wasn’t doing this for a laugh. He was actually interested in some form of relationship with him that wasn’t just friendly or work-based. 

Holy fucking shit what the fuck?

Husk’s ears were swiveling about, his fur was bristling, his tail was curling, and his wings were poofing out. He wasn’t sure what kind of fucking response his body was having to this unexpected situation. 

Was he confused? Was he flustered? Was he offended? He had no clue because he was feeling too much at once to comprehend a single thing.

He was able to stutter out a rushed, “Me? You want to be with me? Of all the demons in hell, you chose me?” 

Alastor gave a slow nod, regarding him with a curious gaze. “Why waste my time lavishing affection on just anyone when I can focus my attention on one demon in particular?” 

His hand rose from behind his back, cautiously reaching out towards Husk only to let it hover in the air between them as if he were worried about spooking him. He continued, “And who better than one whose company I enjoy… and one who I am so very fond of?”

Husk couldn’t fucking believe this. Alastor liked him. Alastor liked him to the point of wanting to be with him. Not just to terrorize him to get a reaction out of him. This whole time. This whole god damned time he could have been getting to know this crazy sonofabitch and here he was, wasting his only chance to do exactly what he’s wanted to for fucking years because he couldn’t just get over himself.

Husk shrunk in on himself with a horrified gasp, “Oh no. I’m the dumbass.” Before Alastor could question him, he ran his paw down his face, groaning out, “This whole time I thought you were just doing this because you were bored. You like pissing me off to the point of me ripping my own fur out!” 

His wings moved to cover him back up, he couldn’t bear to look at the demon in front of him anymore. This was too embarrassing. “I’m a fucking dumbass.” he muttered dejectedly.

The room was quiet for a few moments. Hell, Alastor could have vanished and he wouldn’t have been able to tell from beneath his feathery cocoon. This was amazing and awful all at once. He was an idiot, but he was a happy idiot.

He jumped at the feeling of gentle hands resting against his wings. He felt them hesitate before they began to caress him, palms moving in long even strokes. When Husk didn’t move to pull away or stop him, Alastor began to alternate between petting and running his claws soothingly through his feathers.

It felt nice… 

Husk felt himself begin to relax, not at all realizing how wound up he’d actually been. This was ridiculous. He needed to get a hold of himself… well. Maybe after a few more minutes of Alastor touching him like this... Alastor was comforting him. Would this ever happen again?

He really hoped so.

“Husk?” He felt his eyes snap open at the other’s hushed voice. He’s never heard Alastor so quiet before. They’d known each other for decades and not once has Alastor gotten even close to speaking in a volume this low that wasn’t a sinister threat. This was a soft plea for his attention.

Well, if he hadn’t had it before, he certainly had it now. He mentally prepared himself as best as he could before he shifted, immediately mourning the loss of the other’s hands as they retreated from his wings to give him space. 

Crossing his arms, he sat up and allowed his wings to part open, folding them down to rest over his legs and along the bedspread. Seeing as to how he’d let them drag across the floor plenty of times in the past, letting them hang off of the bed wouldn’t hurt them.

He glanced up toward Alastor, taking in his surprisingly patient smile and couldn’t help returning it with a smile of his own. Husk’s smile only widened as he grumbled, “You’re stuck with a dumbass for a partner. Hope you’re happy, ya wiseguy.”

Blinking owlishly, Alastor took on a more bemused grin. “Well… while there are several names I could call you, that one definitely wouldn’t have been my first choice. I prefer goofball!” He leaned down to get into Husk’s space, their faces only a few inches apart. “You’re a goofball, my Dear! But you’re my goofball.” 

Husk was glad he had fur because he felt his whole body heat up at just how close their faces were. It was harder to deal with his feelings when he was able to see Alastor up close. And this was really fucking close.

Alastor took notice of the change and seemed to study him, though he’d probably been doing that the whole damned time with how stupid Husk had been acting. Embarrassing. Absolutely humiliating. He was going to pretend this never happened. 

He was hungover. That was his excuse and... why was Alastor giving him that look?

Said overlord was giving him a large smirk, eyes lidded and teeth glinting from the minuscule light coming in from under his hotel’s door. His expression was one that told him he was about to get on Husk’s last nerve… he wanted to kiss that look right off his face.

Alastor closed the gap between them, purposely bumping their noses together. “My Dear sweet Husker. There’s no need to be shy! I had no idea you were so insecure. I’ll make sure to be more considerate of your feelings in the future.”

That little shit. He was teasing him! He had some fucking nerve.

Husk wasn’t about to let Alastor make fun of him. He was purposely trying to rile him up because he went all googly-eyed over him. It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with the guy! What right did he have to take advantage of that?

He made sure to give Alastor the stink eye and a very displeased noise that was definitely threatening and not at all pathetic. Okay, it was kind of pathetic. He was flustered, okay? It was tough to control his body when his instincts had a mind of their own!

Alastor beat him to the punch, making any thought of retaliation fly right out the window by gently nudging their noses together. “My Darling, don’t look so cross. I’m only teasing you!” 

Hah, Husk fucking knew it! The bastard.

The radio demon moved to press his face into Husk’s neck, his shoulders shaking with his laughter. 

Husk would have throttled him if he wasn’t currently trying not to combust. He was used to Alastor touching him, but this felt different. They were dating. It felt intimate when it really wasn’t. Was it? Oh shit… 

Normally he’d push him away, but it suddenly felt like the wrong thing to do. As if this was a moment he shouldn’t… couldn’t ruin. 

It was getting increasingly hard to not do anything, especially when the huffing breath against his neck was making him twitch. He was ticklish, and if Alastor ever found out he’d be screwed.

Okay, he had to move. He didn’t have to stop touching him, but he did have to stop chuckling into his neck. “Al, buddy. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you gotta stop.” He leaned back, arms moving behind him to support his weight. 

Alastor let him go, laughter dying out as soon as Husk had distanced himself. “Oh? Have I gone too far? Did I offend you?” 

Husk shook his head, “Nah, not that you’d give two shits about offending anybody. Too far is never far enough for you. I’m just gonna have to get used to all of this…” He quickly cut the other off when he saw his mouth open to question him. “I’m not used to all this touchy-feely crap!”

Alastor gave him a wide-eyed stare. “I’m quite certain I touch you very often, my fine feathered feline. I’ve always been very affectionate with you. What is making this so difficult for you?” 

Well, he had a point. “Okay, look. I know nothings actually changed. It just feels different now that we’re together. I don’t know how else to explain it… Like I said. I just have to get over it.”

“Hmmmmm… Righto! Then I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to it!” Alastor leaned forward, his knee coming up to rest on the mattress between Husk's legs. The mattress dipped at the added weight, bringing Husk up slightly.

Husk blanched, too startled to question what Alastor was doing as the overlord wrapped an arm around his waist. “Stay still, my Dear. We’ll solve this little dilemma of yours in no time at all!” As he spoke, his head came down to nuzzle his face into Husk’s chest fur. 

This resulted in Husk arching his back to better accommodate for the body suddenly clinging to him.

Why was this happening to him? Was he being blessed or punished? 

This felt an awful lot like a fucking punishment. 

Is this what he got for being a dumbass?

Alastor's free hand moved to rest on top of his own. “Husker, my Darling… your heart is beating very fast.”  He could practically hear the smug smirk in his sweetheart's tone.

He could live with it...

#radiohusk #alastor x husk #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #its longer then i meant to make it oh my god help me #i have work in three hours #what am i doing augh #im sorry this is so late #i posted this before i edited it

[hard-boiled-criminal]

Planetary Magick: 1

(Twisted Wonderland x Earthling! Witch! Reader)

This is crossposted on my ao3 and quotev. I have a chapter on some general information you should know about this fic before going into it, so please go and look at it first. I’ll have it linked in the masterlist. There is some essential information there, so I’ll also have a shortened version of the general information linked in the masterlist. 

I haven’t quite decided all the love interests yet, so please comment who you want to be included. But don’t comment until after you’ve read the essential information post. I’ll know if you haven’t when you comment. I started this fic with my two favorite boys in mind, so they’ll probably end up getting more attention at the beginning.

Without further ado, here we gooooooooooo

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“Alrighty, here we go,” you mumbled to yourself as you got yourself settled and comfortable, then set a twenty-minute timer on your phone for your meditation session.

You breathed in deeply for four counts, held your breath for four more counts, then exhaled for four counts, closing your eyes during the exhale. You scanned your body, seeing how every part of you felt and releasing any tension you discovered. You focused on your breath and how it moves the body, allowing you to clear your mind. Any wandering thoughts that passed through your head you let go, like seeing a leaf floating down a river: you notice it, then let it go.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

Inhale…hold…exhale…

In…hale…out…

.                            .                            .

             You let out a low, gravelly hum as you began to awake, blinking. Or you think you’re blinking, at least. It was the same level of dark when your eyes were open as when they were closed.

             ‘When did it get so dark? Last I remember, it was mid-afternoon… What was I doing again?’ You hummed again, but in a way that you didn’t use your vocal cords. It was more of a throaty exhale. ‘Oh, that’s right! I was medita…ting…fuck, I fell asleep while meditating, didn’t I? That’s one of the big thing’s you’re not supposed to do, (y/n).’

             Seeing as you probably wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep now, you went to sit up from your laying position, just to hit your forehead against solid wood.

             “Ah fuck,” you quietly exclaimed in both surprise and mild pain.

             You raised your arms to figure out what you hit your head against, but they also hit wood. Starting to panic a bit, you rapidly felt out the area all around you: it’s all wood. You were in a box. You desperately tried pushing on all of the sides, one at a time, hoping that you weren’t sealed inside. Nothing budged. Your breaths began to speed up, becoming shallower.

             ‘Why am I in a box? How did I get here? Oh fuck, have I been kidnapped?! Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ Various expletives cycled their way through your thoughts as a result of the panic.

             You yelped when the box suddenly began to tilt forward, causing your body to slide down the box that you now realized was quite a bit longer than you were tall. Your feet stopped your sliding when they hit the new bottom of the box, letting you stand upright. You didn’t know what this meant. Why would someone stand your box up? What was happening? You heard a voice speaking from outside the box, but your panic prevented you from processing their words.

             You quickly shifted your priorities when the box started to heat up like a wooden oven, beginning to fill up with smoke. You didn’t have time to scream. You had to get out of there. With renewed vigor, you rammed your shoulder into the wooden panel in front of you. You felt it budge! It didn’t open, but it budged. You didn’t wait to ram your shoulder into it again. This time, the wood gave in to your force easily, popping off of the box and onto the floor. Maybe it gave way a bit too easily, as your momentum sent you careening to the hard floor, your shoulder taking the brunt of the impact. You heard a loud scream that you knew wasn’t yours, you simply didn’t have the breath to scream, as your momentum didn’t stop, making you somersault multiple times towards the center of the room. Well, somersaulting is a bit of a generous term; it was really more of a chaotic rolling, limbs flailing about as the world blurred between right-side-up and upside-down.

             Something you always suspected, but now knew for sure, was that unexpected somersaults are very painful on the neck, not to mention your head that slammed into the hard floor each roll. You didn’t know where the cracks you heard came from, but you doubt it could be anything but your body. You just hope those sounds were the good kind, like the cracking-your-knuckles cracks and not the snapping-your-bones-in-twain cracks.

             When you finally rolled to a stop, you laid limply on your side, unmoving. You painfully gaped for breath, trying to fill your lungs with the sweet oxygen you were barred from when rolling. Your vision blurred and swam; unable to make out anything or focus on anything except colors, you closed your eyes from the sight lest you get a headache.

             Still disoriented and generally out-of-sorts after you caught your breath, you struggled to roll onto your knees, resting your forehead on the cool floor in hopes to ease the overwhelming dizziness that you could practically feel in every bone of your body.

             “Why are you up?!” You heard strange voice yell out, coming from where your wooden prison sat.

             You turn your head ever so slightly so you could semi-face where the voice came from. You squinted, trying to focus your gaze, but everything remained blurry. You could see bright cerulean flames dancing around what you think was your box, presumably the same flames that smoked you out. And by the floor was an animated gray blob, slowly growing larger. Or was it just getting closer? You couldn’t tell, your attention snapping back to your throbbing head as your vision span once more.

             You groaned as you closed your eyes and turned your head back to where it was, the cold, probably stone, floor felt nice. It helped soothe your steadily worsening headache a bit, but any relief was better than none. You weren’t in a rush to move from your spot, and since the floor was stone, you wouldn’t have to worry about the fire spreading.

             “If you’re just gonna sit around, then hurry and gimme those clothes!” That strange voice that reminded you of Team Rocket’s Meowth yelled again, though this time is was much closer. “Otherwise—”

             You cut them off with a louder groan than before and held up an index finger in their direction to both shush them and to say, ‘give me a minute.’ “Please, just, give me a sec. I’m dizzy and might have a concussion—no, probably have a concussion. So please, don’t shout.”

             “Hah? Why should I care about what some dumb human has to say? Now gimme those clothes unless you want me to roast ya!”

             You grunt as you force yourself to stand, the dizziness mostly subsiding. You looked over to see if you could make out the Meowth-sounding figure now, but to no avail; your vision was still blurry and refused to focus. All you could see was that gray blob, but now you could make out a patch of white and two patches of that same cerulean blue on the figure.

             “I’m sorry, the fuck did you just say? You want me to give you my clothes? Fat chance, ya little pervert.”

             They made a disgruntled sound and yelled again, which did not help your headache at all, “I’m not a pervert, stupid human! Just shut up and hand over that uniform!”

             “I’ll pass,” you quickly glanced around the room, looking for an exit. There was a large area of dark brown embedded in the wall to your right, no doubt being a set of double doors; you now had your escape route. You hope you were staring into the eyes of that bleary gray figure. “…yeet.” And you bolted towards the doors.

“Wha—hey! Get back here stupid human!” You heard them shout after you.

Running felt stranger than normal, like there was more drag, like you were dragging something with your arms. You looked down and finally paid mind to your clothes: they were definitely not yours. You were wearing something like a coat—or a cloak? —with heavy bell-sleeves, the source of the extra weight. You now also noticed that there was a hood pulled over your head as well. It was a miracle it stayed on after your rough tumble.

‘Yeah nope, fuck that. I’m not ready to be sacrificed by some fancy cloak cult,’ with that thought fueling your determination, you stayed true to your ‘yeet’ and rammed your other shoulder into one of the doors, not wanting to waste time on opening it like a civilized person. Besides, that would probably be quite difficult as it was still hard to see, and your hand-eye coordination was probably going to be shit because of your probable concussion.

Luckily, the doors were unlocked, the one you charged at bursting open upon impact with little resistance. You didn’t dare slow down, sprinting down the outdoor hallway the doors led to. And as you noticed a group of people approaching, you couldn’t slow down. You danced through the gaps between them, the sudden twisting bringing back the dizziness. Your poor coordination made sure that you bumped into a few elbows on your way through, adding a couple more bruises to the list. You didn’t bother to spare them a glance or even acknowledge them. Your body was screaming at you to stop, your frantic running only serving to further agitate your too-fresh wounds, sending streaks of stinging pain through your body.

It was no use though. Fatigue finally won you over, and you practically collapsed onto the floor of what was a library of sorts. Or maybe an archive? Even if you couldn’t make out any individual books, you could easily tell that the walls were lined with filled bookshelves. You panted heavily as you laid on your back, too exhausted to care about lying on the floor. Your peace could only last for so long, though.

“Did you really think you’d get away from my nose? Dumb human!”

You grumble in fatigue-induced anger, using a chair to help stand yourself back up. You’ve had enough of this pervert’s shit. You’re hurt and scared and tired and confused, and all you want to do right now is sleep. You quickly hoist up the chair, resting the side of the chair’s back on your shoulder, brandishing the chair as a weapon as your hands grasped the seat. You were just about ready to use the chair as a battering ram on this rat of unusual size.

“If you don’t wanna get roasted, better hand over—Buwah!?” Out of no where a whip stuck the strange creature, staying wrapped around it. “Ow! What’s with this cord?”

“This is no mere cord. It is a lash of love!” Their masculine voice sounded strange, as if they were forced to talk around a physical lump stuck in their throat.

Their voice was rounded, but in an odder way than usual. It was as if each word was its own separate circle: only one circle per word with the circles never quite connecting. It was as if they composed their sentences like a piece of music but added a breath mark between each and every note. You didn’t know how else to describe it. His words were round but ended strong and abruptly, as opposed to the gentle waves and curves you’d expect from a rounded voice.

You didn’t notice him until he stepped closer. His ensemble of clothes was mostly black, and the colors that weren’t black were at least dark. More than half of his face appeared to be covered with a black mask, so could you really blame yourself for not being able to make him out in this dark library?

You slowly lowered the chair back to ground as you tried to process that he called it a ‘lash of love.’

“Ah, found you at last. Are you one of the new students?”

“Uh, I’m sorry—”

“Yes, you should be! You shouldn’t do things like leaving the Gate on your own!” He cut you off and kept talking, not giving you a chance to speak, let alone defend yourself because you didn’t know what the fuck was going on. “Not only that, you have yet to tame your familiar, which has broken a number of school rules.

“Let me go! I’m not their freakin’ familiar!” The creature took the words right out of your mouth while squirming in the man’s grasp.

“Sure, sure. The rebellious ones always say things like that,” he immediately dismissed the thing’s outburst. “Just quiet down for a moment.” You couldn’t quite see what he did, but the gray beast could only make muffled noises. You think the thing was gagged, but you don’t know by what. “My goodness,” he directed his attention to you again. “It’s unprecedented for a new student to leave the Gate on their own. Ugh… How impatient can you be?” He sounded very offended by your actions, still not giving you the chance to explain that you were busy trying not to die. “The entrance ceremony is already well under way. Come along now. Let’s head to the Hall of Mirrors,” he turned on his heel, quickly walking away.

You had three options: 1) Follow him to whatever the Hall of Mirrors was. Maybe it’s like a hall full of those body-warping mirrors they have at carnivals? 2)Stay behind and wait for something else to come try to kill you. 3) Run away and hope you don’t run into something that wants to kill you.

You quickly jogged to catch up to him. “I—uh, where are we going?”

“As I said, the Hall of Mirrors. It’s the room you woke up in with all of the doors.”

‘Doors? Is he talking about the sealed box I was in?’

“All students who wish to attend this academy must pass through one of those doors to arrive here. Normally, students wake up only after the door is opened with a special key, but…” he glanced over to you, silently expecting an answer.

You pointed at the Meowth-voiced creature. “He kinda smoked me out.”

“So, in the end, the culprit appears to be this familiar. If you’re going to bring it with you, you have to take responsibility and properly take care of it.”

“Um, sir? That’s not—”

“Oh my!” He cut you off once more. “Now isn’t the time to be long winded. The entrance ceremony will soon come to a close. Let’s get a move on.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what’s going on,” it came out form your mouth quietly, barely above a whisper.

“What’s this? Are you still dazed? It appears the teleportation magic has left you disoriented…”

‘…teleportation…magic? Was I—Was I kidnapped by a wizard LARP group?’

“Well, it is fine. It happens often enough. I shall give you an explanation as we make our way there. For I am gracious.”

‘Gracious my ass; your favorite thing is to assume things about me, and you know what they say about assume: it makes an ass out of u and me.’

He cleared his throat as we stepped into the courtyard I had previously ran past. “This is ‘Night Raven College.’ Those magicians blessed with a unique aptitude for magic gather from all over the world, here at the most prestigious magical academy in Twisted Wonderland.”

‘Oh shit, they’re a Harry Potter LARP group. I don’t think Harry would condone kidnapping someone though…’

“And I’m the principal, appointed to take care of this academy by the board chairman, Dire Crowley.”

‘Crowley like the demon from Good Omens? Or like that guy who wrote a book on demons? Or maybe that one guy from Yu-Gi-Oh…’

“…” You patiently waited for him to say, “You’re a wizard, Harry,” but he never did. ‘I can’t believe I have to deliver this line without the lead up. “A what?”

He ignored you to continue with his ‘gracious’ monologue, “Only those magicians seen as worthy by the Dark Mirror can attend this school. Chosen ones use the Gate and are summoned here from around the world. An Ebony Carriage carrying a Gate should have gone to meet you as well.”

“A carriage? You mean one with a horse?”

He gasped, offended, for some reason, “Of course it was drawn by a horse! Our school would never be so uncouth as to have it drawn by anything else!”

“Well, I would have remembered if there was a horse. Horses are the embodiment of equal opportunity fear*. You don’t forget running into a creature like that.” You shivered at the thought of the horse-like fae you’ve heard about in legends. Like the one that can apparently kill gods.

“It seems you are more dazed than I first thought. Well, no matter! I shall continue with my explanation, for I truly am so gracious. The Ebony Carriage goes to welcome new students chosen by the Dark Mirror. They are special carriages that carry the doors to the academy. The market decided long ago that carriages are used to welcome people on special days.”

“The market? Are you telling me stocks have something to do with this?” You had to actively try not to say ‘stonks’ instead of ‘stocks.’

He ignored you again, instead speeding up his walking as the gray creature started squirming and making muffled sounds again. “Come. Let’s go to the entrance ceremony.”

With the both of you now speed walking, it didn’t take long for the three of you, counting the creature, to make it back to the doors you had originally burst out of. Crowley, not being one to wait for anything, quickly barged in. “Not at all!” he exclaimed, probably responding to something you didn’t catch.

“Ah, he’s here,” you heard someone say from inside the room.

‘…You’ve gotta be buttfucking me,’ was your first thought as you peeked out from behind Crowley to see the room filled to the brim with people wearing the same cloak as you.

“I cannot believe you all. We were missing one new student, so I went to find them,” he stepped to the side to present you, making your anxiety spike as all the eyes in the room turned to you. “You are the only one yet to be assigned a dormitory,” he now directed his words to you. “I shall watch over the raccoon, step in front of the Dark Mirror.”

You were never more grateful than now to have the large hood obscuring your face, preventing anybody from fully seeing it. You weren’t planning on going anywhere before you got kidnapped, so you didn’t bother fixing up your appearance at all. You probably looked like a mess. If you fell asleep during meditation, that must’ve meant that you were extremely exhausted; you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes looked like they better suited a meth-addict grim reaper. Regarding what type of death your eyes belonged to, until you got a good look in the mirror, it was up for debate between two options: if your eyebags were dark enough to make your eyes look like they were sunken into your skull, yet at the same time pop-eyed from the contrast of white and red to dark bags, or if your eyes and eyebags were swollen to all hell, giving you a upper pop-eyed look, as if somebody squeezed you and your eyes tried to pop out of your head, but their escape was thwarted by your skin, just barely strong enough to hold them back. Your face probably looked a bit sallow and nothing but bone; today had been a taxing endeavor, both physically and emotionally. You’d kill for a nap—or any sleep—right about now.

You nervously walked up to the floating mirror, your movements stiff and tense, like a frightened deer.

You were ready to come face to face with your deathly reflection, but instead of your face, there was a mask instead. It looked like a floating porcelain mask that had its own free will, making subtle changes in facial expression and everything. It had a black lacy design in the shape of a masquerade mask around its eyes. ‘Probably has an edgy personality too,’ you added as an afterthought when you noticed the dancing green flames in the background. You couldn’t help but feel that it looked vaguely familiar…

“State thy name.” It spoke with a finality in its tone.

‘So, it talks too, huh? Oh, it’s probably one of those facial motion capture programs. Look at this man; it feels like he’s trying to match the same energy that the Wizard of Oz had. Nobody can live up to that legend of a man.’

“(y/n) (l/n).”

You subtly glanced around the room with your eyes, not moving your head, to try and see if there was a ‘man behind the curtain’ somewhere. You didn’t even see a curtain. Just a bunch of coffins and cloaked people.

‘I’m sorry, are those coffins? I can see better than before but not well enough to make out the finer details, but I can tell those look coffin shaped. Like the kind you would see in Scooby-Doo. Does that mean Crowley said I was transported here in a coffin?! What the fuck, man.’

“The shape of thy soul is…” the mask paused for dramatic effect… okay, for a lot of dramatic effect because this was a long pause. “I do not know.”

‘…what was the point in the dramatic pause, then?’

“Come again?” Crowley sounded like he was about to go into shock.

“I sense not a spark of magic from this one… The color, the shape, all are nothing,” the mask roasted you. “Therefore, they are suited for no dormitory.”

‘Rude but I guess that is kind of how it works? After all, magick is just convincing reality and the world around you to bend to your whims by performing certain actions. So, it’s like being a bender from avatar. But instead of the elements, its reality, sort of. Bending the world’s natural magick… But still, fuck you. I may just be a beginner, but I’m still a witch…wait, unless it’s talking about ‘sleight of hand’ magic. Is this like a Hogwarts school or like a Houdini school?’’

People started murmuring in the audience you now had, staring at you, judging you. You could feel a lump in your throat start to form, a telltale sign of the beginning of an anxiety attack.

“An Ebony Carriage would absolutely never go to meet someone who can’t use magic!” Crowley sounded stunned and frustrated. “In one hundred years, there has not once been a mistake in student selection. So why in the world…” Since Crowley was so wrapped up in what was going on, he failed to notice that his grasp on the creature had loosened.

“Pah!” The gray creature, which you think is a cat since you can see better now, exclaimed as he freed himself. “Then I’ll take their place!”

“Stay right there! Raccoon!” Crowley’s attention was now directed on the freed rabid cat.

“Unlike that dumb human, I can use magic! Let me in the school instead! If you need proof, I’ll show you right now!” The little cat exclaimed

‘Wait, what does he mean by proof? If he’s about to do what I think he’s about to do… then shit.’

“Everyone, get down!” The same voice you heard when Crowley and you entered spoke.

‘Don’t have to tell me twice,’  you lowered yourself to the ground and laid on your stomach; the back of your head was still throbbing, so you didn’t want to chance irritating it more by lying on your back. You crossed your arms in front of your face on the ground so you could comfortably rest your head in the crook of your elbow. Laying like this made your hood fall further over you face, obstructing the top half of the room from your view. The bottom half was all you needed to see though, as the cat spewed blue flames around the room—the same flames that made you panic inside the coffin.

“Waaaah! Hottttt! My butt’s on fire!” You heard an animated voice yell.

“At this rate, the school will be a sea of fire!” You heard Headmaster Crowley shouted. “Somebody, catch that raccoon!”

You heard some of the people in the room bicker about who should go after him, not because of the fear of being burned, but because they were being lazy and saw it as a hassle. ‘Well, I’ve got a bone to pick with him anyway,’ you sighed and stood up, casually walking over to the cat. There was fire everywhere, but you couldn’t find the energy to care. You were tired and hurt and probably concussed, and you had had enough. If your clothes catch fire, you can just stop, drop, and roll. God, you were so done with all this.

So you walked through the hot flames, no doubt getting some burns on your legs from the ordeal, and the slacks you wore that weren’t even yours didn’t burn easily, but the flames still managed to burn several holes through it. The cat didn’t notice you approaching, preoccupied with yelling at the bickering students. Luckily, the cat made sure there were no fires surrounding them, so you got a break from the heat. You took a moment to pat out the fires on your pants and the bottom of your cloak using the ridiculously large sleeves of your cloak. Satisfied that you weren’t burning anymore, you reached for the cat and lifted them up by hooking your hands in its armpits. They screeched at the unexpected flight lesson and immediately began to squirm.

“Alright, I think you’ve done enough. I’m sick of your shit, so cut it out before I choke you ‘til you pass out,” you blandly said to the cat since you were, as you put it, sick of their shit.

“Unhand me you stupid human!” They demanded as they wriggled in your grasp. You held them tighter. You could feel the others staring at you, completely silent for a few seconds before someone broke the quiet.

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” That familiar voice of the stranger shouted, a heart-shaped collar suddenly appearing around the cat’s neck.

“Nygah! The heck is this!?” The cat shrieked and started tugging at the collar.

“Laws of the Queen of Hearts Number 23: "One shall never bring a cat into a festival," you could now see that the familiar voice belonged to a student with red hair, red as in bright ruby red. “You being a cat means you've broken the rule. I shall have you leave at once.”

“I'm not a cat!!” The cat denied the truth. “I'll burn this collar right up and… E—eh? I can't use my fire!”

“Hmph! You won't be using any magic until I remove the collar. Just like an ordinary cat,” the redhead explained.

“Wh-what?! I'm not some pet!” He’s a strong independent cat who don’t need no man.

“Don't worry, I'd never keep a pet like you,” fuck, that redhead can roast. “I'll take it off anyway when you get thrown out.”

“Wow, as wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle,” another student spoke, this one had light colored hair.

‘Would you call that shade a pale lavender or periwinkle?’ You questioned his hair color.

He mumbled something inaudible under his breath before speaking up, “No, I wouldn't ever want that cast on me.”

“You must do something about this! It is your familiar!” Crowley shouted at you again.

You sighed, frustrated. “He’s not mine.”

“Properly discip... eh? It's not yours?”

“Yeah. I’ve been trying to tell you this entire time, but it seems I couldn’t get it past that thick skull of yours,” You couldn’t stop some of the irritated sass from leaking out.

“Y-you did?” Crowley looked rightfully embarrassed as he cleared his throat. “Anyway, let's get it out of the school at any rate. We won't turn you into a stew. For I am gracious. Someone help, please.” Another student took the cat from your arms and carried him towards the door.

“Gyaaaa! Let me go!” The cat protested, desperation thick in their tone. “I'm going to, going to… Become the greatest magician!” Those were his final words as he was thrown out of the room.

“We had a bit of trouble along the way, but this brings the entrance ceremony to a close,” Crowley said with a pleased tone of finality. “Dormitory Heads, please show the new students back to the dormitories.”

This didn’t really concern you anymore, what with being rejected by a mirror of all things. So, you stood there, starting to space out.

‘…wait a damn minute. If that was a fire-breathing cat, then… the kind of magic they’re talking about is… real fucking magic. Like fantasy world, Dungeons and Dragons’ kind of magic: flashy fireballs and eldritch blasts… What the actual fuck is going on? Have I been drugged? Is this just a real bad acid trip? I know I’m not dreaming because I feel like DIO used Road Roller on me. What’s gonna happen to me? Because something definitely went wrong with that mirror since it rejected me and holy shit what are they gonna do to me? Is this gonna be something like a ‘you know our secret so we can’t allow you to live’ kinda deal? Am I gonna die? Is that why they had coffins prepared? Are they gonna shove me into one of those and bury me al—’ you were snapped out of your thoughts when the headmaster waved his hand in front of your face. Glancing around, you saw that you two were now the only occupants in the room.

“There you are,” he pulled his hand away from your face. “Well then, (y/n), I’m terribly sorry about this but… We must have you leave the school. Those without any talent for magic cannot be allowed to attend class here.” He must have noticed you tense up when he said that, because you thought that meant disposing of you. “There is no need to worry. The Dark Mirror will send you directly back from whence you came. Enter the Gate, and picture your home clearly in mind…”

You did as he told, picturing where you last were when you had began your meditation. Feeling very much like Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, you found yourself chanting ‘there’s no place like home’ in your head.

“Oh, Dark Mirror!” Crowley called out. “Guide this one back to the place they belong!” A moment of silence. “Once more. Oh, Dark Mirror! Guide this—”

“It is nowhere…” the mirror interrupted.

Your eyes snapped open, a tight strained smile on your face. ‘I’m sorry, the fuck did you just say?’ Crowley seemed to have a similar dumbfounded reaction.

“The place they belong is nowhere in this world; it does not exist.”

“What did you say?” Crowley voice the pg-13 version of your thoughts. “That is unbelievable! Hmm, well, the unbelievable has been on parade today.”

‘Uh, yeah. There was a goddamn fire breathing cat ready to kill us all.’

“This is the first time it’s ever happened since I became Headmaster, what should be… Where exactly did you come from?” Crowley asked you.

“Uhh… Do you just want the country, or do you need the planet’s name since the mirror said I don’t belong in this world?”

“Just the country is fine.”

“Well, I’m from (country), but I have no idea how far away we are from it right now.”

“I’ve never heard of that place,” your stomach dropped at Crowley’s remark. “I have a general grasp of where all the students came from, but I’ve never even heard that name before… If you really are not of this world, then I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to know your planet’s name.”

“Well, I’m from Earth.”

“Earth? As in the ground, soil, dirt?” He sounded like he didn’t really believe you. “Well that’s not very helpful, but I suppose you could call any planet ‘earth’ if you so wished. Well, no matter,” he clapped his hands in finality. “Let’s go do some research in the library.

“Who in their right mind would name a planet after its dirt?” You heard Crowley mumble under his breath as you followed him, clearly trying to keep you from hearing him, but that didn’t work out so well.

‘I think it might be the other way around, where we made another word for dirt named after the planet itself.’

You and Crowley made it back to the Library where you were before, but this time you could see just how large it was since Crowley turned the lights on. Using his magic, he practically summoned various historical books and world maps that showed the different countries and borders that were present at certain time periods.

Your vision was still too blurry to read, but you could still make out shapes fairly well, so you stuck to looking through the various world maps. The first thing you noticed were the continents: they were all wrong. You didn’t recognize any of them, though they were consistent across all the maps you had in front of you. These were not Earth’s continents. Desperate, you looked closer at the borders of different countries to see if any looked familiar, squinting to see if you could even have a possibility of reading the names.

You take a deep breath, ‘Okay, (y/n). You’re a-okay. There’s an explanation for this. I’m sure of it. Maybe you just astral projected on accident or something. Okay. You can deal with that. You’ve read about how to get back to your body. You can do it.’ You visualized a cord of sorts connecting the you here to the you that you remember meditating at home. And then you pulled. You opened your eyes and— ‘…I’m still here.’

“There really isn't anything,” Crowley was the first to break the silence. “Not only the world map, but the name of your home isn't written in any history. Are you truly from where you say? You aren't lying to me by chance?”

“No! Why the hell would I lie about any of—" you gestured around you wildly “—of this?!” You must have looked absolutely terrible because you saw Crowley almost look a little guilty for his accusation.

“Looking at all this, you may have somehow been brought here from another planet, after all... There's also the possibility you're from another world.”

“I really am an alien, aren’t I?” You could feel a lump rising in your throat, that previously pending anxiety suddenly rapidly rising. You sadly chuckled out a resigned ‘fuck’ and rested your forehead against the table, your hands grasping, digging into the back of your head. You could tell you were spiraling, but you couldn’t do anything about it. Your breaths quickened as bad thoughts and worries about what the hell is going to happen to you now kept infiltrating your head without pause. You tried to take deep breaths, only for your breath to hitch and prevent that. ‘Okay, okay, we can do this; mantra time,’ the only other way you knew that helped you calm down was to repeat an unrelated mantra in your head until you stopped hyperventilating. ‘The—the mitochondria… is the powerhouse of the cell**. The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.’ You repeated that phrase as best you could, both in your thoughts and aloud.

Eventually, you were able to get your breathing back under control. ‘Okay…okay. We’re good. I’m good. I’m fine.’

Crowley cleared his throat, obviously not used to being in these kinds of situations and continued as if nothing happened. “What did you have on you when you came here? Do you have any identification, like a license for a magic car, name on a shoe… You appear to be empty-handed.”

You gave your pockets a quick pat down. “I got nothin’.”

“This is concerning. I can't just let someone who can't use magic to stay at school. However, as an educator, I can't just toss a penniless teenager out on the street with no form of communication. For I am gracious.”

‘…Teenager? You know what, I’m not gonna correct him. It’ll probably benefit me more to let him think I’m a minor.’

“Hmmmm… That's right! There is an unused building on campus. It was once used as a dormitory in the past so if you can clean it up, you should at least be able to sleep there. For the time being, I shall allow you to stay there! Then I will look for a way for you to return home. My graciousness is limitless! I am a model for all educators. We had better be on our way. Let's head to the dormitory. It may be a bit old but there is a certain charm to it.”

You felt bad for the poor librarians who would have to clean up your mess. You couldn’t stay to do it yourself because Crowley already took off, his long legs giving him a longer stride, making you speed walk in order to keep up with him. You couldn’t wait to lie down and rest your aching body.

    *Confederate statues in the US—getting rid of the scary white men but keeping the horses: https://youtu.be/aFgGazYzDPo

 ** “The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell” is easy to remember (since it’s been ingrained in all of our heads) and is completely unrelated to most causes of an anxiety attack. Unless it’s a bio test.

 Okay, so, I wasn’t expecting to get to 6,000 words but here we are. So we have a witch reader, and by witch I mean drawing sigils and making spell jars and such. Let’s see how long it takes for the reader’s adrenaline to run out and realize just how badly they’re hurt. Also, reader is probably end up being a babysitter for those overgrown toddlers (you know who I’m talking about). You thought boarding school would mean getting away from parental figures? Ha! Think again! Cuz the reader is gonna step up and fill that role because these poor boys are young and stupid. But that’ll have to wait until after the reader gets some proper medical attention.

Chapter 2

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