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fandomout · 3 years

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Heyyy hope you’re well, I loved you fic. Your so talented. I just wanted to ask if you would do a part 2 of lip x reader where he realises reader was always there for him and he ruined everything with her and tries to go back to her. It can end however 💕

Lip Gallagher X Reader-Imagine trying to convince Lip that Helene, his professor, isn't the best thing for him, but he can't see the truth

@bxnnywatts , @izraahh1 , and anon thanks for suggesting a part 2. I had a lot of fun writing this, and it inspired me with some great ideas!

Also, to the anon that wanted a Lip seeing reader 10 years later. I'm working on it 😊

Lip realizes his mistake

After you left Lip to fend for himself on the ground, he could only stay on the ground and reflect. He felt slightly numb as more of the alcohol from earlier kicked in. He was feeling terrible as it is, but after what happened between you two, his stomach panged. Although he was feeling pretty helpless, it was starting to get dark out, so he sat up and took out his phone. He attempted to call you, but you hung up quickly. He sighed and rose to his feet. He called and called as he made his way through the street not really searching for any particular place, but he let his feet carry him.

Lip found his way to Kev and V’s. Both of them give an alarmed look at Lip’s state. Lip lays money on the table and says, “Keep‘em coming.” V gives Kev a stern look and motion him over to Lip. Kev nods and walks over. He serves him a pint and asks, “Everything alright, bud?” Lip down ths pint in reply. “Alright then, but you seem like you started your party earlier today .“

"Well, the party’s not over, I guess.” He taps at his glass for another one, which Kev provides. V rolls her eyes at Kev and makes her way over.

“Is there something you want to talk about, Lip?”

“V, you don’t just ask a guy-”

“I am a terrible human being. I mean no wonder Helene doesn't want to be with me, but now...now, I’ve ruined it with them too…” He lays his head sideways on the bar with a frown and closed eyes. V looks over to Kev with satisfaction on her face while Kev waved her off. Lip grabs onto the pint and starts chugging it. V grabs onto him, stopping him at a little less than half and urges, “Okay. Okay! You’ve had enough.”

“Not fair. I’m not done.”

“This is all you're getting for a while.” Lip shrugs feeling the bizz hit him quickly as he was already tipsy from the drinks he’d had earlier that day.

“Why did I have to go and say that stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Like like-I have to take a piss.”

“Huh?” He stands up and repeats, “I have to take a piss. You-" He points accusingly to his pint glass. V caught off guard by the action. Lip goes forward and stumbles before he points once more to his glass to say, "Stay." As Lip goes into the bathroom, V can only state, “I’m worried about that child.”

Lip is quick to do his business and is on his way out until he finds himself in the mirror. He had to agree that he didn’t look like himself. He ran his hand over his face before he washed his face in aggravation. He looks to himself, but all he can see is you yelling, “You’re the worst! You don’t deserve anyone, so you certainly don’t deserve me! I’ve been there for you always! Always! How could you throw me away like nothing?! I should’ve thrown you away a long time ago! You're projecting, you're pathetic!” He sucks in a breath and whispers, “You hate me…” He looks up in hopes to see you again; however, he is only met with his own reflection and wanting nothing more than to see you again. Reality setting in that he may get the reality of not seeing you in front of him again.

With that fear, he rushes forward out of the bathroom knocking into someone’s shoulder, which causes him to fall over head first onto the ground. Everyone becomes alarmed, but Kev and V rush over. Quietly, Lip says, “I hate me too."

"Wha?" Kev asks.

"They didn't say they hated me when we talked but they should have because I mean what kind of person let alone a best friend would-Can’t lose them. I have to go to the-” V interrupts him to ask, “Hun, are you okay?”

“I can’t let them go...especially not like this.” Lip tries to get up, but Kev restraints him with the soothing words of, “Yeah, yeah, you can do that later. Right now, you’re not going anywhere.”

“I have to-Y/N-” Lip can’t resist Kev's restraint anymore than he can act like nothing happened.

Kev and V walk into the Gallagher’s house much to Fiona’s discontent. As Kev leaves Lip to sleep it off, V fills in Fiona as best she can about what happened at the bar. Fiona thanked them before going to check on Lip. He didn’t seem like he’d wake up anytime soon. She grabbed his phone for some kind of clue and saw all of the calls he’d made to you. She narrowed her eyes to the cell in her hand unsure of what could happen between you two and wastes no time in dialing you on her cell. You didn’t dare to answer her and turned your phone off. Since you weren't on good terms with Lip, you couldn’t risk another Gallagher's persuasion, so you did your best to sleep that late night.

In the morning, Lip was woken up by Ian stomping into the shared room and dropping a huge box carelessly into his lap.

“Uhmm, ow!” Lip groaned.

“Yeah. Boo hoo you and your bo bo.” Lip starts looking into the box. At first, he was unsure of the items in front of him, but he made out movie tickets, restaurant receipts, a few notes. It wasn’t until he saw a few polaroid's and photo booth pictures of him and you that he understood what the box was.

“Wha-Where did you get all this?” Ian lays a hand on his hip in reply. Lip rolls his eyes at his brother and asks, “Are you trying to tell me you have an obsession with me and Y/N?” Ian grabs the pillow on the bed and slaps Lip with it. “Why are you hitting me so much today?”

“Lip, you are an idiot!”

“What for?!”

“Jesus, this box belongs to Y/N. They kept everything between you two, like ever.” Lip looks down and remembers the last words you two exchanged.

“You go around pining for me in hope someday you’ll be the one. You’re pathetic! You can’t be the one because Colleen was! She is! You’re single because no one wants you! You try to act so high and mighty! If you're so great and talented, leave! You’re useless around here! You fucking suffocating me with your supposed love and care! Thanks so much for it! You-”

”Stop!..I get it. You don’t want me around. Get some help from a sponsor and go to the AA meetings.” Tears began to pour, and you sniffled. “You wouldn’t want to lose and hurt someone you actually care about.”

He looks to Ian and asks, “Why do you have this?” Possible answers running through his head but none of them sounding like the truth to at least not truths he wants realized.

“I found it...in the alley.” Lip sighs deeply. His heart felt like it was being wringed out. In all the years you’ve known him you always had a certain gentle touch to him. Always trying to keep from adding to his sufferings. I was something special he found in you unlike everyone else he’s ever met.

He’s taken from his thoughts by Ian asking, “What even happened between you two? They wouldn't let me in their house much less tell me what happened. I got so desperate that I was gonna try the back door when I saw the box.. Fiona mentioned that something happened between you two bu-”

”Fiona? What does she know?”

“Lip, catch up, no one knows what went down. We’d all like to know though…”

“We-uh-” Lip wipes at his drippy eyes. “We had a dispute.” He said simply and rose to his feat trying to get changed for the day. He kept his back in Ian’s view as he tried to internalize and bottle up the peering emotions.

“I figured. Are you gonna tell me about what-” Lip turned around swiftly and roared, “No!” Ian got up close to Lip and hollered, “Don’t go yelling at me! Fix your shit between the two of you!...They are my best friend too, and I know they’re hurting right now…” Lip sofens and flumps onto the bed. He ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

“Ian, I know I hurt them. I always seem to...When they are nothing but there for me, god I really messed up. I wish-”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good stuff.” Ian picks Lip up from the bed. “While it’s fresh, don’t tell me, tell them.” Lip nods vigorously. He hurriedly gets on his shoes and makes his way out the door with the box of mementos in hand.

You’d gotten up that morning feeling just all sorts of terrible. You’d hardly gotten any sleep. Your eyes are all puffy and slightly sore from rubbing at them. You hadn’t eaten in hours, maybe in a day by now. You were awakened by Ian at your door, but you shied him away quickly. Thinking you could move on with you day was too optimistic as you heard a gentle knock on your door followed by the words, “Delivery!” The words coming out abnormally squeaky, so you knew something was up. You look through the peephole cautiously and see Lip. You try to figure out if you should say anything: tell him to leave, tell him you need time, tell him he really hurt you, play along with his charade; however, you're not allowed a choice when your phone goes off, your hands flounder for it in order to get it off. The caller being none other than Lip. You curse under your breath. Lip’s voice calls out on the other side of the door. “I know your home. Please let me talk to you…” Your tears falling out all over again.

“I-” Your voice running dry. You clear your throat and strongly say, “Go the fuck away! I don’t need this right now!”

“But, Y/N-”

“No! Fucking go! You cared at all about me, you’ll leave me the fuck alone!” He stumbled back drunk in shock of the words. Lip wanted to bust down the door to just hug you, or go off and drink until he passed out again. He just wanted anything other than this reality.

“I do care! I’m sorry If I hadn’t made that known...I should’ve.

You ask, “Are you drunk again?!” He sighs thinking of all the times he’d had to ask others that question that impulsively he answered, “No!” He cursed himself for it and replied once more softer, “No, I’m not.”

“Lip, that’s great in all, but you need help.” Lip’s lip trembles. He attempts to halt the rumble with his teeth, which was futile. You could hear it in his voice for his next words, “I know...You made it very clear to me that I needed help when you disappeared...Yes, it was only for about a day, but I need you to understand something.”

“There’s nothing else to say. I understand.” Lip narrows his eyes and asks, “You do?” You nod although he can’t see you and explain, “We’ve been friends for a long...long time…” Lip smiles hopeful of the response to come; however, it is short lived as you follow up with, “and it’s time to branch out. I mean you have college, different needs, different friends, so...ummm...if you came out of guilt, I’ll just leave you with no-” You clench at your heart as it clenches. It physically was starting to hurt you, but you managed the last few words, “no hard feelings.” Lip pounded at the door once, which made you flinch back.

“No hard feelings? No, no, Y/N?...Y/N that’s not how I feel at all. What I said to you, it was wrong for one thing but also far from the truth. I told you some of the biggest lies when we spoke-Look, I’m horrible. I admit it, and I wouldn’t blame you if you thought so too. I just can’t have you thinking any of this is on you. I can’t have that no matter how this turns out between us...Making you feel like this isn't even my only crime against you-” You heard him shudder on the other end of the door. You walked forward gently but stopped short. You find yourself and open the door. Your face is only reading sullen. Lip’s about to move forward, but the pain he reads in you stops him. Tears pour from your eyes, and you continue to say, “What did you expect?! You choose some woman that’s hurt you so many times it seems over your supposed best friend! I have been there for you! I do not deserve this treatment! I deserve better! You don’t get that, and I don’t think you ever will…I could chalk it up to your drama and being too damaged, but honestly, Lip it's your own damn fault...Years together, and you can’t see what you have right in front of you. Goodbye. Hope things work out for you...” You see how he hangs his head low and begins to sob. You hadn't decided exactly what you’d do with Lip. Glassy oceans meet your gaze. He reaches out and pulls you into a hug that you're not prepared for. His body started to shake against you. He mutters, “I’m sorry for hurting you,” over and over, at least that's what it sounded like at points. When his voice wasn’t cracking, he sounded like wind was knocked out from crying so hard. You wanted to hold him too and feel comfort. History told you that making this too easy on him was what you got you here in the first place. Reluctantly, with effort, you remove yourself from him. The pain in his eyes glossed in at the action.

“Hate you?!” You scoff. “I don’t-”

"You don't understand..." You sob out because this was all just so hard on you, which in turn was making it hard on him. He moves slowly forward and cradles your head gently and ends up resting his thumb on your cheek to wipe tears away.

"I know I don't understand what you feel, but I know what I was doing wrong now. I know how I've been hurting you." He breathed out trying his best to calm himself down. He bites at his lip. “My biggest crimes-” He clears her throat. “Taking you for granted. You know, I don’t always thank you for the things you do, especially not lately. I-I haven’t been on your side even when you’ve always been on mine.” He smiles softly. “It’s something I should of really seen before, but like you said, I’m people stupid. I just really want you to know that your not only the best friend I could ask for but the best person...I want you to know that even if you hate me now-”

“No, please just say it. I don’t want you to hold back.”

“Lip, I have hated how you’ve been lately, but hating you, now that’s too easy, so I don’t...”

“Really?” He whimpered.

“Really. I mean I was just at threshold, but I can’t hate you...I did really hate what you said to be though...I mean years of friendship-”

“I-I know. I said it because I was hurting. That wasn’t right.”

“I know you hurt, but I’ve only ever wanted to hurt together rather than leave you alone. That being said, I’m not sure where I want us to go from here…”

“Whatever you wa-”

“I’d really like you to sell to me why we should still have any kind of relationship. There are a lot of things you did, and I feel you care just-”

“I wish is acknowledges some things you do that I notice that I don’t flat out say that mean so much: making sure I eat in the sneaky ways you do like boasting it's so good or making “extra”, making sure I’m not cold-just you know caring for me in little ways..,” Your heart quickened at his confession. You didn’t think he’d noticed or cared. “I didn’t value our relationship like I should have. I will if you let me. One of the biggest things is I should've let you know how much I-I should've let you know how much I...I love you.” You swallowed at the words. While you knew he did care, you knew love was touchy for him, and he’d never said it to you. “I love you, Y/N.” You hugged onto him uttering against his shoulder, “That’ll do it.” You both laughed out loud. Lip held you tightly like you’d slip away, and he let out groans of relief. “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, so relieved.”

“Me too.” You both stare at each other with smiles on your faces. He wipes at the dried and wet tears and states, “I’m really sorry that I made you cry.”

“Let’s call it even.” You wipe his face with your sleeve with a smile.

“There’s a smile.”

“Well, you caused it, and uhhh...Look, all the self loathing, you gotta work on that...and the drinking I’ll be here to help with that too bec-'' He gave you an expression of doe eyes before he leaned forward meeting his lips to your in which you returned. “Is that part of showing me you care?”

“Yeah. Something like that, but it’s a gesture to show I do love you. I should’ve done this sooner.”

“What about your pro-”

“No one compares to you. I now see that. So, permission to kiss you again.”

“Maybe after some food. I’m starving.”

“Fair enough. Where do I put this box?”

“Where did you get that?”

“Ian.”

“Ian?”

“I can’t believe you kept all this. Also, I’m embarrassed I didn’t make one myself.”

“You don’t think it’s kiddish?”

“No. It’s sweet.” He kisses your forehead.

“Wow, you're really sweet too. People's skills are already better.”

“I don’t know if I’m really less people stupid, but I know I’m less clueless about you. I’d like to become a Y/N expert.”

Hope your day got better

@lipgallagherstan

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sunwoo-hoo · 3 years

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↣ the boyz reaction to girlfriend being on her period

↳ a/n: hello lovelies! here it is, my first reaction for the boyz! i honestly feel like this is a continuation to my ‘as your boyfriend’ series. so in each scenario the s/o is already in a relationship with each member. thank you for requesting this anon! i hope you enjoy it. also some of these are a mix of headcanons/scenarios. do not interact if you are under the age of 18.

↳ genre: fluff, light smut?? & humor

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 1.5k

↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon 」

you were stressed from work having to work overtime so you didn’t even notice you had your period until sangyeon pointed it out before you had to leave

“darling, i think you’ve started your period” he pointed taking a picture of your jeans to show you

you groaned having to deal with one more stressful thing this week

sangyeon rubbed your lower back trying to comfort you

“how about you call in sick?” he asked as you nodded

he’s very sweet giving you anything you need weather its water or adjusting your pillows because of lower back pain

giving you lots of temple kisses

「 Jacob Bae 」

he already knows when your period is going to start having downloaded your period tracking app on his phone

always making sure your fully stocked up on pads and tampons before the day it’s suppose to start

even getting you your favorite snacks that aren’t healthy for you

he just wants to ease the experience as much as possible

when it finally does start he’s rubbing your lower belly kissing your cheek giving you all the praise

“i know it sucks babe, but it’ll be over soon i promise” he murmured

「 Kim Younghoon 」

you period started unexpectedly when you two were watching a movie late at night

you had gotten up to get more popcorn when he noticed the stain on the couch

younghoon called out to you

“sweetheart, are you okay? you’re bleeding” he declared

you quickly went to the bathroom to check and lo and behold he was right

the worst part was that you were in the dorms and they didn’t have any pads or tampons in sight

younghoon noticed your discomfort and quickly went to the 24/7 convenience store getting everything you needed

when he finally came back you asked why it took him so long

he then opened the bag where you saw every brand and size imaginable

“i didn’t know which one you used... so i kind of just bought all of them” he said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly

you giggled thanking him giving him a small peck on the lips

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

when your period started he was a bit annoyed

mostly because you two couldn’t have sex like you always do

but nevertheless he was caring and respectful

he pretty much gave you everything you needed whether it was medicine for your cramps or something sweet to eat like chocolate

one of your most painful symptoms was your sore breasts

he always offered to rub them but you couldn’t deny the smug look you saw on his face

“don’t worry baby i’ll make you feel better okay?” he said

he starts to rub them in hopes of helping you but eventually he can’t help but suck on your nipple rubbing your other breast with his right hand

your then moaning from pleasure and pain running your fingers through his hair

「 Lee Juyeon 」

juyeon always hated when your period started

one your symptoms was not wanting to be touched so it made him feel very distant from you

even though he wants to be close and cuddle with you he’ll try his hardest giving you space

but it breaks your heart to see him upset so you’ll tell him to cuddle with you regardless of your pain

he’ll lay by you but will try his best not to touch you so that he could respect your boundaries

you grab his hand giving the back of it small kisses thanking him

“i appreciate you being here with me” you whispered

“of course baby, you know i’m always here for you” he promised

「 Kevin Moon 」

you were always a tad bit more emotional when your period started

crying over every little thing

kevin was sympathetic offering anything to tell help you

giving you tissues when you needed it

he tried his best to lift your spirits up playing your favorite songs on his piano

“how can you cry to pharrell williams song happy?” he lightly teased trying to change the shift in mood

wiping your eyes you replied “i don’t know! this sucks! i just want this to be over with already” you snapped

all he could do was wait it out until it was over

during the week he’ll do anything to keep your emotions in check giving you cuddles and kisses

「 Choi Chanhee 」

he’s honestly a bit disgusted by it all but he knows it’s not your fault since it’s just a part of nature

you always tend to break out during your period making you feel really insecure

so you and chanhee end up doing face masks together to keep them at bay

he’s also treating you like a princess

getting everything you can possibly need to make your week smoother

like making sure the heating pad is on so that you can use it whenever you need it

“here love, sit down for a bit, i don’t want you moving a muscle” he insisted

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

having two older sisters he saw the signs before you did telling you not to overwork yourself

when your period finally appeared you were in constant pain barely even moving

curled up on the bed tightly holding onto the sheets changmin was beside you rubbing your head giving it a kiss

“don’t worry sweetie i’ll get you anything you want okay?”

over the next week he was always keeping tabs on you making sure you had everything you needed

he always made sure to ask if you had extra pads/tampons before you went out to avoid accidents

you couldn’t have been more thankful for him

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you always knew when your period was about to start because you always had trouble sleeping a few days prior

one particular night you and juhaknyeon were sleeping together when you kept tossing and turning

you decided to get up to get a snack feeling a slight tingle in your lower abdomen

sitting on the kitchen island you nearly jumped when you felt juhaknyeon’s arms around you

“you okay baby? i was worried when you weren’t in bed” he said

you smiled softly “yeah.. it’s just i think i’m getting my period soon”

“aw, well you know i’ll be here for whatever you need” he reassured kissing your neck

moving your neck to the side so that he could have better access

is when you felt it, that familiar feeling of wetness in your panties

you then stopped him giving him an apologetic look before he joked

“damn, what a buzzkill”

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

fuck fuck fuck you thought as you looked at your period calendar

you were late

for the most part you were pretty careful when it came to sex with sunwoo but he just couldn’t help but cum in you sometimes

you always made sure to get the plan b pill the next day

but you were thinking a couple of weeks back

did you take it like you were suppose to?

you decided to tell sunwoo the minute he came home from practice

as he walked in through the front door he gave you the biggest of smiles finally seeing the person he loved most in the world

you gave him a worried look before you told him that you needed to talk

“sunwoo... my period, it’s late i-i don’t know why we’re usually safe..” you rambled practically on the verge of tears

his face turned serious grabbing your hands

“let’s go get a test okay? just to be sure” he whispered

once you got the pregnancy test you waited anxiously for the results sunwoo’s hand in yours

“baby i just want you to know that if it’s positive you know i’ll be there for you no matter what, i love you and a positive test won’t change that” he assured you pulling you close giving you a kiss on your forehead

when the test turned out to be negative you couldn’t help but notice sunwoo’s disappointment

a couple of days later your period finally came

「 Eric Sohn 」

usually your energy matched his but when he noticed you were feeling down and sleeping more than usual he was confused

it wasn’t until you told that him that you were on your period he finally realized

he’s definitely calling his mom asking how he could help you in any way he can since he’s not familiar with it

even getting advice from the older members

he’s then giving you everything you need

tea, water, heating pads and a fan since you were sweating

“do you have everything you need babe?” he asked as you nodded padding the bed so that he could lay next to you

he put his arm over you whispering

“goodnight [name], i love you i’ll be right here if you need anything okay?”

you hummed before drifting off to sleep in eric’s arms

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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billyspotato · 4 years

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Visiting Day [Part 1]- Eric Coulter

Words: 2.872 words

Type: Angst (with Y/N’s family) & Fluff

Summary: Your family doesn’t show up to your visiting day, but they show up to your sibling’s, 2 years later.

Warning: English is not my first language. Sorry if I misspelled something. Favoritism towards younger sibling.

(I really couldn’t remember if there was a specific name for the day the families visited their kids in Dauntless [deleted scene of the movie], but yeah, I called it Visiting Day)

[Part 1] [Part 2]

A/N: Gif’s not mine :)

You had joined Dauntless 2 years ago, and you don’t regret it one bit. The first few days were hard, and you were sore all the time, but you’re sure that that made you become stronger (physically and mentally) only because of the extreme training.

After beginning some sort of friendship with the rude leader Eric, he made sure to make/force you into training afterhours. Something you sure hated in the beginning but not so much now because it made you top of the leaderboard.

Now, you’re a Dauntless leader. Working side by side with your (now) boyfriend of almost 2 years. And being absolutely one of the most hardworking leaders but also one of the most demanding when it comes to the initiates, something people believe it’s Eric’s influence.

You have a sibling, a sister. She is younger than you by 2 years and today was the day of the choosing ceremony.

This year, since you’ll be working with the initiates with Four and Eric and there was a possibility of your sister choosing Dauntless, Max kept updating you on what he knew and making sure that you’d be one of the firsts to know what your sister had chosen as a faction.

The morning of the ceremony, Eric kept looking at you worried. You trained that morning, like always, but today, you refused to eat almost everything. Anxiety kept eating you inside and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Once you were all done with eating, the leaders and trainers were called to a meeting just to go over the rules like every year. You played with a pen while Max talked, and the other leaders kept nodding at his words.

The meeting was over before you knew it. Eric, which was sitting beside you, got up and looked down at you.

“You can leave, Eric. I need to talk to Y/N” Max says, and Eric looks over at him.

His hand squeezes your shoulder slightly and you held it before he had to step away and leave. You sigh and look over at Max.

“Your sister has chosen a faction” He starts right as the door of the meeting room closes.

“And?” You ask, hating the suspense.

“She chose Dauntless” He says, and your breath gets stuck to your throat. “I’m sure you know what you need to do”

“Yeah, I know” You say still in some type of shock. “I just… How am I going to do it?”

“You’re not the first leader to go through this, you’re going to find a way” He assures you, making you sigh, letting out the air that you were.

You stand up and grab your leather jacket from your chair before walking over to the door.

“If you ever need to step out of training this year-” Max starts and you chuckle.

“I know” You say while opening the door.

Once you close the door, Eric, who is leaning on the wall right next to it, looks over at you and tries to read your expression.

“So?” He asks.

“She chose Dauntless” You tell him, and he scoffs.

“Well, guess our next few months will be interesting” He jokes, and you can’t help but give him a small smile.

You two start walking down the stairs while talking about whatever just happened in that meeting. But your mind is still occupied with what you have to do from now on.

Max rules, when it comes to having a sibling of a Dauntless member as a initiate, were simple: (1) act like you don’t know him/her during their training; and (2) if you’re a leader or trainer do not give them an advantage – if so, you’ll lose your title or more.

You get to the group of trainers and leaders and once they notice that you and Eric got there, everyone starts planning how today will go. Eric will be on the top of the building, like every year, but he’ll need a few more people (which was decided on being some trainers). Now down here, Four will stay by the net and later take care of the initiates that transferred; while you, will stay with the dauntless-borns.

“They must be getting here in a few minutes” a leader says, and everyone nods.

You and Eric share a kiss before he runs up the stairs with everyone else and you go stand and make conversation with Four.

It didn’t take long for the first jumper to fall into the net but the thought of seeing your sister didn’t leave your mind. But what if she didn’t make it to the train or didn’t make the jump to the building?

You stand next to the group of jumpers in silence and you can feel their eyes on you. People literally can just look at you and notice that you hold some kind of power over them. From your expression to your posture, everything screams leader.

The expression on your face stays serious while more and more teenagers walked beside you after coming down from the black net. You look over at Four and as he helps a girl out of the net, you notice the same colored hair as yours and her clothes, which are from your past faction.

She’s here. She made it to the train and was able to make the jump over here.

She turns away from Four as he points over at you and she walks over to the group of transfers. You look to the ground as she doesn’t notice you and you almost sigh in relief.

After some minutes, you couldn’t help but feel impatient with the long process of the jumping. Transfers surprisingly come down faster than the Dauntless-borns, who usually can be pushed down by Eric, but damn, they take too long.

Once the last one jumps down, Four walks over to you and starts doing the speech he regularly does to initiates.

“Transfers, you stay with me. Dauntless-borns, you go with Y/N” Four says and your sister’s eyes try to find you as she hears Four’s words.

You give a small smile to the familiar faces in the Dauntless-borns and some of them return. You start walking out with the somewhat big group of Dauntless-borns behind you and you listen to some of the whispering about what they decided on doing later tonight to celebrate.

You walk in the room that the initiates will be staying for the next 10 weeks and they all groan behind you. It’s identical to the transfers’ one.

This is going to be fun.

(…)

It’s been a few days, and you’ve been literally running away from your sister and some kind of confrontation coming from her. Training with the transfers has been mostly made by Eric and Four, since you specialize on the ‘more advanced’ fighting and sometimes, the guns, so it has been pretty easy keep your distance from her.

Today was the vising day. The only day that the parents of the transfers come and visit their kids for one last time, just to, in some way, motivate them to keep fighting or do the actual opposite and make them want to go home.

Two years ago, your parents didn’t appear, even after promising they would respect your choice and results of the aptitude test. You saw everyone hug their beloved family members while you stood there and just ignored all the emotions you felt in that hour.

That was until Eric pulled you over to the side and started a conversation with you, making up stories in his mind just to make you laugh at how ridiculous they were. Your friendship began that day, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

It is planned that you start training with the initiates today and actually make them start fighting; and only then, after lunch, their families would their appearance.

Eric throws you to the padded floor and you let out tired laugh.

“I hate you” You say as Eric smiles.

Training with Eric was always fun to you. He, most of the time, wouldn’t go easy on you. You were able to make him fall into the ground many times when fighting, but not as many as he made you. And that always annoyed you.

Eric stretches his hand in your direction, and you grab it. He pulls you up and the initiates start making their way to the center of the room with Four, getting ready to start their warmup.

Eric, noticing that you’re distracted, tries to hit you but you are quick enough to notice and block him arm. A smile shows up in his face and you start another fight, making sure that this one will be the one that you will bring Eric down.

Your sister’s eyes leave Four and looks around her, interested. Her eyes stop on you and Eric, shocked at how the two of you fought, showing no mercy for each other, but still finding a way to laugh and crack jokes while doing it.

You laugh as Eric throws you into the padded floor slightly smiling down at you once again.

This time, when lifting you, he throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making you gasp loudly before starting to laugh once again, while trying to get down.

Eric gets out of the ring and puts you down while grabbing a water bottle and you sigh, exhausted from this very extended training and from laughing so much. You take a sip from your cold water and you see the initiates beginning their 10 laps around the huge building.

You look over at Eric once more and peck his lips quickly before talking.

“I’m going to change clothes” You tell him, knowing very well that he will still train for a few more minutes.

“Alright, don’t take too long” He tells you and you roll your eyes.

“See you in a bit”

Eric pecks your lips once more and you grab your jacket and the rest of your things from the ground before running out of the building to go change clothes.

Eric looks around as you run out and he notices your sister looking at him.

(…)

Training today was the worst. Everyone was too scared or too careful with their hits when fighting, making you grow impatient. Especially when people failed to respect you like any other leader.

Your sister, understanding that you will not talk to her any soon, tried to do her best, but that didn’t seem to be enough, since Four walked to her and corrected her in almost everything that she would do.

Parents start walking down the metal stairs of the Pit and you stand beside Eric, tense.

If your parents don’t show up, which is very possible, your sister will be heartbroken, just like you were. But if they do, how will you feel?

Another leader walks over to the families and starts pointing to where their respective kids were standing.

Your sister looks down to her boots and waits patiently for her parents to appear. She then looks up at you, from the other side of the room and you lean your head on Eric’s shoulder, definitely bored with this.

You lift your head once you see your parents walking down the stairs with a big smile while looking for your sister. As your body tenses up, Eric looks down at you and then follows your gaze.

“Are they-” He starts, and you nod right away.

They walk happily in your sister’s direction and pull her in a tight hug right away. Your heart shatters at the sight and Eric’s hand goes to your back, massaging it as a way to comfort you.

“We can leave, if you want” Eric tells you and look over at him, the expression on your face squeezing his heart.

“No, I’m fine” You tell him.

“Eric!” A leader shouts.

You look away from him and he plants a kiss on the top of your head before walking to the leader, who was calling him for help with the list that he supposedly needs to write down every family’s presence in this room.

Your sister continues to talk to your parents and the three of you look over at you. You look away to another family, who talk between each other, and you try to get some entertainment out of this.

“I though she wouldn’t make the cut, as bad as it sounds” Your father comments your sister.

“She’s a leader, dad. She didn’t just make the cut, she supposedly ranked really high. Probably top 5.” She tells him. “She also has a boyfriend, who is a leader as well” She says while smiling at your mom, who looked happy for you.

Eric walks over to your family with half of the sheets of paper that the other leader had and a pen. Your sister looks over at him and your parents follow his gaze.

“Your full name,” Eric orders annoyed, with the fact that he actually has to do another people’s job.

Your dad flinches at the annoyance and rudeness from Eric’s tone as his daughter told him her name.

“May I know who you are?” You dad asks Eric.

“May I know why you would like to know that?” Eric asks, imitating his tone.

“He’s Eric, one of our leaders” Your sister answers for him.

You, after helping the leader as well with some of the families, look for Eric and your eyes almost pop out of their sockets as they see him talking to your parents.

“Sign here” Eric tells your mom while giving her the pen and the paper.

“Since you’re a leader. Perhaps you could tell us something about our daughter” Your dad says.

“We have only trained her for a few days, I can’t say much” Eric days passing him the pen and paper next, ready to walk away from this conversation.

“Not this daughter. My oldest”

“What would you like to know?”

“How she became a leader, since I only knew that now”

Your sister closes her eyes in embarrassment and annoyance from your dad’s childish and curious acts.

“She ranked first in her year and never was under the red line” Eric says in a low voice.

Your mother looks over at you with a proud smile and your dad starts getting more intrigued.

“Who were the leaders in her year?”

“I was the only leader, but that trainer was helping out in her year as well” Eric says while pointing quickly at Four.

“He trained her?”

“No” Eric says annoyed, “He trained every single person in that year the same way, she wasn’t trained by him personally”

“You trained her, then, I suppose?”

“I did” Eric says, taking a look at the paper that your dad hasn’t signed yet.

You walk away from the other family and give the last paper to the leader that is organizing them.

“Can you please tell Eric to stop chit chatting and be quicker? I need to take these to Max, ASAP” He says, and you sigh.

“Sure”

You hide your sweaty hands inside the pockets of your leather jacket, and you walk to Eric. Your sister’s eyes go to you and your mother follows her gaze.

You stand next to Eric and your dad looks over at you.

“Justin is asking for the papers” You tell Eric.

“Take these” Eric says giving some he already had signed from other families, to you.

You grab them and once you start walking away, your dad grabs your wrist and you look down at his hand.

“Let me go” You tell him.

“No, you walk over here and don’t even acknowledge your family-”

Eric, out of pure annoyance and impatience, grabs your arm and your dad’s hand, separating them forcefully. He gives you a look and you start walking to Justin.

“Before saying anything as hypocritical as you said. You should’ve thought about acknowledging your daughter 2 years ago” Eric spits your dad while he signs the paper.

“Excuse me?” Your dad asks and your sister smiles at how Eric is protecting you.

Eric grabs the paper and pen from his hands, and without saying anything else walks away from them to you.

“Who does he think he is? Just because he is a leader, he can’t just act like he knows who’s he’s talking to” Your dad rants, making people look over at him confused.

“Dad” Your sister says, and he sighs annoyed, “Eric is Y/N’s boyfriend”

Your dad, with those words, freezes and looks at your sister in shock. Your mom, who had understood everything since you had walked over here, tries to hide her smile from the embarrassing situation her husband just experienced.

As Eric gets to your side, his arm went around your waist and he started conversation with you right away. You joined in completely after a bit, smiling up at him as you two talked, not caring or remembering who is on the other side of the room.

As you understood how Eric kept your mind occupied just to not see you upset, you fell in love for this man all over again.

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This idea was originally for an actual story with various parts. So, I might write a part 2 for this.

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orange-waterfalls · 4 years

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Cat!Reader? Cat!Reader.

ty anon for the request!

A/N: Listen. Listen. Just... They would all love you! That’s it! That’s the whole post. You can leave. no don’t i worked hard on this uhhhhhh i only did 5! bc... it was not specific... and i couldn’t really do much here... but i like this. You are A Cat. That is literally it. i think it’s cute. Dark, Wilford, Yancy, Illinois, Magnum are the egos. so basically the egos in AHWM. uhhhh rated G! Because the worst word i say is piss. I think that’s everything. This one’s pretty boring but also very soft so I think it makes up for it. Enjoy!

Asks/Requests are open!

Cat!reader w/ some egos

Darkiplier is worried. What the hell happened to you? Why were you a cat? Did you piss off a wizard or what? Since you can’t really answer any of his questions, he decides to just… vibe, really. He pets you, he plays with you, gives you scritches, normal things people do with cats. He doesn’t even really mind that you’re his friend and he might regret this when you turn back to normal. You’re cute, that’s all there is to it. He doesn’t know what to feed you so he just gives you a whole can of tuna. He later looks it up and realizes maybe that wasn’t the best idea. He keeps a close eye on you to make sure you won’t like… keel over and die or something. He does the “pspsps” thing at you and is happily surprised when you actually respond by running over to him. He is ELATED you are so CUTE. He decides to cuddle you when he goes to sleep, and he sleeps much better than he had in awhile. When he wakes up in the morning, you are no longer a cat. Subsequently, he is now cuddling human-you. In his bed. And you may or may not be naked. He gently squirms out of bed, as to not make you uncomfortable. He leaves a hoodie and some sweatpants by the bed for when you wake up. When you do wake up, he asks you if you remember everything from the day before. You do, but you save him the embarrassment by saying you don’t. You do tease him sometimes by going “pspsps” when he walks by.

Wilford loves you. You are small, you are adorable, you are soft. You are also a cat at this point, but whatever. He’d like to know how you got to be this lil baby that you are, but soon gets distracted from that because HOLY LORD YOU’RE ADORABLE. He immediately goes out and buys a lil collar with bells for you, to keep track of you in your small form. He spends most of the day just watching you, seeing what you do. You did normal cat things, and he began to wonder if you really were… well… you. Once you took a nap, and he woke you so you could eat. You trilled at him and he jumped off the ground a little in pure joy. He fed you only the BEST food. Meaning he fed you turkey slices and salami. He bought you a tiny sweater and made you wear it. You just… let it happen, really. At night, you snuggled up on his chest. He was so happy for someone who couldn’t breathe. He woke up before you and saw that you were a person again. He was a little sad, he wouldn’t lie. The tiny sweater was just sitting at the foot of the bed. He sat next to you and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake, he shoved some clothes in your face and told you “we’re getting a cat!”. You sighed, not really in a position to argue.

Yancy is confused. Why were you a cat? How did you turn into a cat? Do people just turn into cats nowadays? In any case, he stays away from you, mostly. Doesn’t want to hurt you. You look very fragile, he doesn’t want anything to happen to you. However, you are a cat, and are very curious. You know how the saying goes. He has to keep a close eye on you to make sure you don’t do anything you’re not supposed to. Such as: eat plastic, climb a tree, eat plastic, eat grasshoppers, eat plastic-WHY DO YOU KEEP EATING PLASTIC? Eventually he just decides to swaddle you in a blanket so you can’t move. That ends with you screaming in your little cat voice and him nearly crying before letting you go. He also gives you turkey as a treat because he feels bad. He tried to stay awake to keep an eye on you, but fell asleep in his chair. He woke up startled by the fact that he’d fallen asleep. He was also pretty sore. More importantly: oh god where did you go? He panicked, yelling your name while looking around. He found you asleep in your bed and sighed. He sat in a chair nearby and waited for you to wake up. When you did wake up he saw that you were… not wearing clothes… and coughed while looking away. He stuttered an excuse and left the room, blushing profusely. You smiled and got dressed.

Illinois is unfazed. Not the most normal of things to happen to people he knows, definitely not the weirdest. He’s more surprised that it didn’t happen on an adventure with him. Were you cursed? He knew a thing or two about curses. While attempting to figure it out, he realized that you were a cat. Like, just a cat. Like a “I will knock down every item above 2 feet from the ground” cat. You started knocking down objects he’d kept from adventures. Most were very sturdy, but a select few were very fragile. He caught most of them, but you were just too small and agile. He glared at you as he angrily swept up the pieces of broken artifacts from the floor. He sulked about it for a while, before you hopped in his lap and got comfy. He gave you a little smile before petting you as you napped. He fed you actual cat food he’d bought from the store, because he is a responsible pet owner. He also bought a feather toy for you to play with. He knew this wasn’t a very smart investment, but screw you, he was a grown man who could spend his money how he wanted. He laid down to sleep that night and you curled up onto a pillow right next to his ear. The purring was very soothing for him and he fell asleep quickly. In the morning, he was greeted with your face right in front of him. He smirked, seeing an opportunity in hand. He cleared his throat, and woke you up. Your eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to tease you. You stopped him by whacking him in the face with a pillow. You walked away to find some clothes while he laughed.

Magnum is entertained. Now, what the hell’d you do to get yourself turned into a feline? Piss off a sorcerer? Piss off a god? Piss of Davy Jones himself? He didn’t know, but he had a good time thinking about it. However, the sea is not the best place for a cat such as yourself. He restricted you to his cabin so you wouldn’t hurt yourself. He checked on you every 10 minutes to make sure you hadn’t slipped away somehow. Once you got past him and onto the deck. The crew panicked and jumped away, as to not accidentally step on you. Magnum caught up to you and you meowed(screamed) at him repeatedly. He picked you up and held you to his face and asked “What do ye WANT, child?!” He then realized that you might be hungry, and caught some fish for you to eat. He then sat in the room for a few minutes(half an hour) just watching you dancing around, thinking you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. At night, he doesn’t usually sleep. However, considering you had already cuddled up at his feet, he couldn’t exactly move. So he just went to sleep in his chair. You woke before him in the morning(he hadn’t slept in a while) and changed into some clothes a crew member lent you. He panicked in the cabin, not knowing where you went. He slammed the door open and saw you chatting with the crew. He sighed, relieved, and went back into his cabin to sleep.

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lovely-geek0 · 4 years

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Wish I were ...

Inspired by Conan Gray’s “Heather”

(90’s Conner Kent x Batsis- reader)

(Tim Drake x Conner Kent)

A/N: sorry if there any misspelling or bad grammar

Warnings: angst, unrequited love,

I still remember third of December

If you were to ask Tim when he realized he had feelings for his best friend, He would have to say it would be the night him and Conner were on patrol in Gotham. The city during the winter season was a pain to protect and going roof to roof was even more challenging to get across. But the worst part would be the cold air. Wearing skin tight costumes during this weather was hell and not getting frost bit during all these years of patrol was a miracle, but for some reason this night was the coldest it had been in awhile and Tim couldn’t help but shiver.

Me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me, than it did you

“Here”, Conner took off his jacket from his body and handing it to Tim.

“Im fine, just a little chilly” Tim tried to protest trying to hand the leather jacket back to Conner.

“Tim you’re like 2 minutes away from becoming a human popsicle just wear the jacket”

Tim looked at Conner and then back to the jacket, with a huff he took the item and quickly put it on. It was warm and smelled faintly of the cologne Conner had on. An earthy kinda smell but with a hint of old spice. It was nice.

“Heh you know it looks better on you than me.” Conner smiles as he looked at Tim.

Just as Tim was about to reply to Conner a security alarm went off in the distant. With a nod to one another Tim started his way to grapple his way to the crime. His heart beating and face red as could be.

Only if you knew how much I liked you

After than every time Conner would come over or they would hang out Tim felt he was on cloud nine. His palms would get sweaty and his face would get hot, honestly he didn’t understand how Conner couldn’t hear his heart beating out of his chest with his super hearing. He thought they had a good friendship, and with how long they have been friends he thought maybe they could be more, well until he finally realized that it couldn’t be.

But I watch your eyes, as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes

The day he knew that conners feeling for him weren’t the same was the day Conner meet you. (Y/N) Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne and (M/N) (L/N). You were the product of a failed relationship just like your younger half brother, Damian, but unlike him you had been with Bruce since the day you were born with your mother deciding to leave you with Bruce after your birth.

You were the second youngest, just a few months younger than Tim, and we’re in short the glue that held this chaotic family together. Unlike Damian you held very little resemblance to you father, besides having some of his facial structure and looked more like your mother with her (H/C) and (E/C) eyes, but had your father’s charming personality. Having a magnetic personality you were the type of person who everyone wanted to be around, hell with little effort you could probably convince someone to commit murder.( not that you would)

Growing up in the manor you had the best relationships with both of your older brothers and your younger brother. You were the one everyone looked out for especially with you not being in the family business, instead choosing to learn how to run Wayne Intersprise for when the time comes.

This explaing why you never meet Conner, being to busy with school work and having business meetings with your father. Sure he has head of you from the times that Tim has talked about you but he never really saw you in person.But the day you finally meet each other everything changed.

Conner was over at the manor, lounging on Tim’s king sized bed, trying to help Tim with their newest case. When he suggest they take a break and go out for some food. With some reluctance from Tim and a little persuasion he agreed and got ready quickly.

Brighter than a blue sky she’s got you mesmerized,

Making their way down the staircase they both stopped when they saw a figure standing in the middle of the grand entrance checking their phone . Noticing their presence the person looked up and in that moment to Conner it was like time stopped.

The person was a girl just about their age with their hair in an elegant bun on the top of their head with a few strands framing her delicate face. She wore a dark royal blue silk shoulder less dress with black heels adoring her feet. Her makeup was simple but enough to make her (E/C) eyes pop out more, along with the jewelry she wore. But what strikes him the most the smile she wore. It was warm and comforting, he felt heat ride to his face as his eyes meet hers.

“Oh hey (Y/N) you going out” Turing her gaze from the cloned kryptonian the girl smiled at her brother.

“Yeah dad and I have a dinner meeting with some new potential clients, I’m just waiting for him finish getting ready”, finishing her reply the girl staired at the boy right beside him.

“So who’s you friend ?” Realizing the gir- or (Y/N) was talking about him, he quickly walked up to her and held his hand out to her.

“I- ima uh Conner, Conner Kent.” With an amused look on her face she look his hand in her’s.

“Nice to meet you Conner Kent, I’m (Y/N) Wayne, pleasure.” She introduced herself.

God her hands were soft and dainty. He felt like if he gripped them with any strength he would break her hand. Before he say anything else they both heard Tim give a cough. Taking back her hand she straightened herself out before giving a nod to the boy infront of her.

“Well, huh I’ll see you both later” giving the boy another smile she gave out a little chuckle, “See you around Conner Kent”

Turing to the parlor room she gave a quick wave goodbye as she took her leave .

Continuing down the stairs Tim headed towards the door, “ So where do you wanna go eat ... Conner hey Conner are you .... alright” Loking at his crush he saw his face looking Star strucked. A small smile was on his face, looking in the direction where his sister left to.

The look he had on his face was the same Tim had when he would watch Conner fight, or would talk about the newest band he heard about, even when he was just standing there looking perfect as could be.

While I cry, why would you ever kiss me I’m not even half as pretty

The next few weeks were hell for Tim, the only thing that Conner ever wanted to talk about was (Y/N) and how she was doing or how was she. It was only worse that she did the same about him. Asking Tim everytime she got about his best friend ( and crush) and how he was.

It hurt everytime they would ask about one another, he couldn’t help but feel his heartbreak eveytime they would ask about one another. But of course he answered their questions like the good brother and friend he was

You gave her your sweater it’s just polyester, but you like her better

His final tipping point was the day he saw them both outside of the garden from his window.

He saw Conner put his jacket around her shoulder with such care as if he would break her. He saw the way they looked at each other’s eyes, he saw perfectly clear how conner looked at his sister with such a loving gaze.He even saw the passion in the kiss they shared while in each other’s embrace.

Turing from the window and holding himself he felt his heart crack in two. He couldn’t breath his chest felt heavy. His world was crashing right before him.

It want fair, why couldn’t he be the one Conner liked. Why couldn’t he be the one kissing him while wear his jacket.

Why couldn’t he be (Y/N) ?

Wish I were Heather

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Personal Assistant Pt. 5

Hello all you new people. I hope you’re here for the filth, because that’s all I bring to the table these days. Enjoy the surprise! Diavolo. Tag list at the end

Part 1: here Part 2: here Part 3: here Part 4: Here Part 6: here Part 7: here Crossposted to Ao3: here

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Lucifer x Diavolo x Reader Wordcount: 5,500 ish Genre: Endless fuck buffet Tags: Multiple Orgasms, Toys, vibrating panties, orgasm control, rope bondage, Threesome, Spitroasting, Summary: Yearly inspections are the worst. Especially when there are last minute ones scheduled for after work hours.

Inspection

Things felt tense after Lucifer revealed his true form to you. At first, you had wanted to pretend it was all a dream; that you had somehow imagined the whole exchange. However, the soreness you felt between your legs that lasted days told you otherwise. If you closed your eyes, you could still feel his seed spilling from your abused cunt when he finally pulled out that fateful night. It was no dream, the bite marks and welts all across your skin told you as such.

Returning to the office after spending the weekend recovering, he acted as if nothing special happened between the two of you. You shouldn’t have expected anything more from him; but it still stung a bit. Lucifer had been so sweet and tender that night; you had started to believe that he might have seen your relationship with him as more than a ‘professional’ one. It was foolish of you to expect change from him.

Change would be implemented at his pace. He would always be in control of that.

There was no time for your mind to dwell on your bruised emotions. As soon as something settled in one department, another department would report something broke and would need your attention. Time at the office settled back into its usual ebb and flow of business and before long, months had passed. The initial bitterness you felt from his indifference faded. You were back to your usual self, ready to please him however he wanted you. Even if he hadn’t shown his true form to you again since that night, you were always ready to take it if he felt the urge to do so.

Once the rush to ensure supplies for the back to school ‘season’ was over; you thought you’d have a moment to breathe. You thought there would be a lull in work until the holidays. Even if sales were dipping; it didn’t mean that things in the office would calm down at all. Yearly building inspections were coming up and you would have your hands full from overseeing them.

You were used to two, maybe three, guests coming into the office in a day. Usually, they were all department heads or representatives of other companies Lucifer had acquired. Having multiple strangers coming in several times throughout the week to poke and prod at every corner of the office had you stressed to say the least. You worried they would find things that they shouldn’t. The most scandalous items were kept in locked drawers; but you still couldn’t help feeling a little apprehensive about nosy people you didn’t know.

Leave it to Lucifer to want a change during this time as well.

“Put it in before they get here.” he said first thing in the morning one day. You hadn’t even unlocked your drawer full of the usual toys when he approached you. He pressed a small vibrator into your hand, leaned in and whispered into your ear. “You’ve only got a few minutes before the inspectors get here. Did you need help, or can you manage?”

You swallowed hard, your mind frantically processed what you needed to do. You were wet enough to take it, that wasn’t the problem. It was the issue of whether or not you could keep your composure while strangers were in the same space as you and Lucifer. When you glanced over at him and saw the self-satisfied smirk on his face, you knew you couldn’t deny him; nor could you disappoint him. “I can manage.” You said, quickly wrapping your fingers around the small toy.

It was such a tiny thing compared to what you were used to that putting into place was practically trivial. Bending over where you stood, you spread your legs and pushed your panties to the side, showing off just how wet you were. You could hear Lucifer hum in approval as the little toy slipped right between your lips and nestled itself against your clit. You straightened back up smiling sweetly, just seconds before the door opened at the building inspectors came in. “Ah, we have guests. I’ll show them around.”

“Please do. I’ll be at my desk.”

You approached the men at the door. They were already looking around at the decor and the light fixtures before you even introduced yourself. “Welcome, gentlemen.” you greeted smoothly, gesturing to the first corner they would look at. “This way to the waiting area.”

They followed you, quickly writing down notes as you explained all the safety features set up in the room along with answering any questions they had about adding features to the office. “Oh, well, we have considered a large screen television on one of the walls for video conferences. But, at this point, we are focusing on uh….” You stopped mid-sentence when the toy in your panties jumped into life.

“Uhm?” The man asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, I forgot where our priorities were for a moment.” You said, feeling heated about the scandal that was happening right in front of them. You smiled weakly before continuing. “Our priority is to expand our customer service department. Most of our resources will be funneled to there to ensure that they have the supplies they need before we make any other changes to this room. We don’t expect any remodeling plans here until at least next year.”

“Ah. Well. make sure you put in a request for a permit if you plan on drilling into any of the walls.” The inspector said, before whispering something to his partner who was taking notes about everything in the room. “Where would you plan on placing it if you were to remodel?” “Ah, right this way.” You could feel Lucifer’s eyes on you as you walked across the massive office. The toy no longer buzzed against your clit, laying dormant until the next moment he wanted to see you remain calm under pressure. “We have a rather empty corner here, it would probably go right along--” you paused, blinking rapidly and focusing on the task at hand and not on the sudden onslaught of sensations your clit was feeling. “Right here.” You said, gesturing at the wall currently only decorated with a rather generic looking painting.

They walked over, tapping on the wall, checking the hidden supports and mumbling amongst each other as they continued to take down notes. You breathed slowly through your nose, hoping to not bring attention to how much your knees were shaking from Lucifer’s long distance teasing. Just a quick glance back at his desk, you saw him looking over papers and working on his computer as if no one else was in the room. Sometimes, his eternally composed demeanor could be so frustrating. Frustratingly sexy, that is.

Your whole body was tense, conflicted on what it should be concentrating on. Your hormones screamed to be unleashed so that your body could fully enjoy every little bit of pleasure it was feeling. Your brain struggled with your instincts, tamping down on your needs in a futile struggle for control. As if they could sense you were nervous, the men looked at your trembling form, trying to reassure you that so far everything was currently under regulation standards.

“We’d like to do another once over of the room, just to make sure that we got all our bases covered. Will that be alright?”

“Yes, of course.” Your smile felt so strained and when you thought you could collapse in defeat, the sensation stopped all together. You could have heaved a deep breath of relief, but that would have given you away. Instead, you went back to deep breaths in and out through your nose while the inspectors took their sweet time to really go through everything in the office.

They took hours, knocking on walls, poking at light fixtures, tugging on outlets and discussing amongst themselves if things were in compliance. So far, nothing truly caught their eyes until they stopped to look at the ceiling a few paces away from Lucifer’s desk.

“What are these hooks up here for?” One man asked, pointing upwards and fumbled over your words, unable to come up with an answer. Had they always been there? Then again, you never had the need to actually scrutinize the ceiling fixtures to take notice of them.

“Ah… Uh…”

“Hanging plants.” Lucifer said from his desk. He had his hand in his pocket, no doubt fidgeting with the controller to the toy pressed up against your folds. “I often get gifted one or two every year from friends or family for my birthday. Unfortunately, I don’t have a green thumb, so they don’t last long in here; but it would be rude of me to not try and take care of the gifts they give me.”

The men chuckled good naturedly, understanding the predicament that he went through. “It’s bolted in, yeah? Some of those things can get pretty heavy.”

“Oh of course.” He continued the discussion all the while casually ramping up the intensity of the vibrations of the toy in your panties. “I had someone come in and install it, watched him bolt it down and then hang off of it for a few minutes to prove that it’s here to stay.”

Everyone shared a laugh at the silly story, you included; however, it felt like whatever sounds came from your mouth were strained and forced. Everything you did was to hide a moan of pleasure or a shudder of ecstasy.

“Well, that’s all we have for the day then. Everything checks out. Here’s the report of everything and a few notes on that TV you want installed later. I also put down how you’ll need to go about applying for a permit when you get that done.”

“Thank you for your foresight. I’ll be sure to put that information into good use. My assistant will see you out then.”

“Yes, right this way.” You said, hoping your voice wasn’t shaking, though you did see a flash of concern on one man’s face when you spoke. You put on your best customer service smile and started walking, keeping what felt like your whole lower body clenched to stave off the incoming orgasm.

The walk from one end of the office to the elevators felt like a trek through an endless wasteland. There was nowhere to run and hide. You had to survive your trial through sheer force of will and for Lucifer, you were determined to succeed.

“Thank you for taking your time to see us. We look forward to seeing you next year.” You said while waiting for the elevator to arrive. “I hope the office passes again with flying colors.”

“Oh, we’re sure it will,” One man said, flipping through the pages on his clipboard. “We do have a few more stops after this. Which floor is sales on?”

“Ah, they’re going to be from floors 10 through 15. It’s a rather large department.” You grit your teeth, watching the numbers above the elevator door, wishing they would change faster.

“Thank you. We’ll see you next year.”

“Yep! See you next year!” You waved cheerfully at them when the doors finally opened and the men stepped in. As soon as they were gone and you saw the floor number change, you rushed back into the office. You were barely a few steps in before you got the look of approval from Lucifer who was standing in front of his desk, leaning against it; waiting for your return.

“Good job.” He praised, smiling softly at you.

He didn’t need to say anything else. Those two words expressed all the permission you needed to fall to your knees and cum in front of him while he kept vibrator going at the highest setting. You fell over, writhing and moaning, clawing at the floor beneath you as wave after wave of euphoric pleasure washed over you. His name fell from your lips in a mixture of curses and platitudes. You knew he was watching you come undone, and that just made it all the hotter for you.

You gasped for air when you finally felt the vibrations slow to a halt. Your inner thighs coated in your essence and you reeked of sex. Lucifer walked over to you, kicking your legs open before bending down and flipping your skirt up to get a better look. His finger trailed up your slick thigh, pausing at your ruined panties before pushing them aside to take back his little toy. “I think you deserve to go home early for your hard work.” He said quietly, holding the vibratior up to his face and licking your essence off of it.

“I… there’s still so much to do.” You complained, thinking about all the filing you had neglected recently as well as the data entry you needed to finish before the month ended. Also, you were really looking forward to possibly having his cock in you after work. It was Friday, after all.

“It can wait. You need to go home and get cleaned up.” He slid your skirt back down and stood up. “There’s another inspection that’s scheduled after hours which I’ll need you here for.”

You blinked, you hadn’t seen that in your schedule, but you didn’t want to doubt him. With it being hours, there were a multitude of things he could have meant by ‘inspection.’ Whatever the hidden meaning behind his words were, there was no point in denying him.

“Should… I wear my usual lipstick?” you tentatively asked, slowly getting back up on your feet now that you had feeling in your legs again.

He smiled, giving you the barest of nods. Bingo. You had guessed the right intention. Your heart fluttered at the anticipation and you scrambled to get your things in order to prepare yourself. Internally, you hoped you would be able to feel his demon cock in you again, but truthfully, you would take any chance you got with him.

“See you at seven.”

“Yes, Sir.” You mumbled, already halfway out the door, already fantasizing what he might have planned for you.

Little to your knowledge, he was about to exceed all your expectations.

The hours you had between arriving at home and when you had to be back at work seemed to drag on forever. You had already taken an extra long shower, washed your hair, laid out the best outfit you had, and done your makeup. Yet, you still had an hour to wait before heading back out. You laid listlessly in bed, staring at the ceiling and watching the fan above you spin. Eventually, you managed to fall into a light doze, your dreams filled with vivid images of how Lucifer had taken you previously while your imagination supplemented you with new ideas. With how he had toyed with you during your work hours; your mind went into overdrive thinking about other scenarios that little vibrator could be used while you were on the clock.

By the time you made your trip back to work, refreshed from the shower and a nap, a majority of the employees had already gone home. There were a few stragglers who worked overtime or the night shift, but overall; the building was eerily quiet. Even the ride up to the office seemed to be subdued and muted. When you stepped past the heavy glass doors, Lucifer was already there, waiting on you at his desk. He beckoned you with a flick of his wrist and you hastened your pace to greet him.

“You’re right on time. Good.” He pulled you close, giving you a deep kiss and wasting no time in getting you riled up. His tongue traced your lips before delving into your mouth while his hands worked at getting your clothes off of you. Ever being the best assistant he had, you helped his cause, undoing your skirt, stepping out of your heels and fumbling at the buttons of your blouse.

He pulled away, and you could see the deep red glitter in his eyes. He pushed you back if only to help you out of your blouse, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. His gaze traveled up and down your body for a brief moment before he nodded in approval of your choice of lacy underthings. “Red and black… very good.” He praised before leading you away from his desk a few paces.

You noticed several hanks of silk rope resting at the top of his desk; but you didn’t have much time to think about them when Lucifer spoke again. “I’ll have to work quickly… our guest is due to arrive at any moment.”

“G-Guest?” You asked, suddenly rather self conscious of your exposed body. Lucifer paid no mind to your nervousness. He simply a length of rope, unraveling it and coaxing your body to how he saw fit.

“Well, I did say we had one last inspection today, didn’t I? Surely you didn’t think I was going to be the one conducting it.” he snickered, pulling your arms behind you and tying them securely. You wiggled your fingers, seeing how much give he had put into the ties. His knots were firm, just shy of cutting off blood flow; though you were sure that your hands would be numb by the end of the night regardless of how tight his knots were.

The ropes he used crisscrossed your body, framing your assets in the most flattering way. Your breasts held up perky and taught while a network of knots wove down your abdomen to focus attention to your crotch. It felt good to be bound, almost as if the ropes were hugging your body and keeping you safe.

Lucifer reached for another length of rope, this time, threading the length through the hook at the ceiling. “You know… It’s not meant for plants at all.” He said, referring back to the conversation you had earlier with him. With this series of knots, he picked your leg up, suspending it high and leaving you to balance precariously on the ball of your other foot. Your pussy spread open wide for anyone to see. You could feel your body heat up as cool air passed your nether region. Just to make sure you were properly secured, Lucifer anchored the rope trailing from the ceiling to your arms, distributing the weight across your whole body. You were tilted to the side, forced to use your one unbound leg to keep balance. It was difficult as you were suspended just to the point where if you lost focus, your whole body would sway. “It’s meant to hold a lot more weight than just some hanging vines…”

“Oh, am I too early?” A voice called from the door. Looking over, you saw the silhouette of a rather imposing man. In the dim light, you could make out a shock of red hair and broad broad, muscular shoulders.

“Ah, just wrapping up right now.” Lucifer said, patting your head gently once the final knot was in place. “Feel free to come over.”

With your whole body on display like this, there was no hiding how aroused you had gotten while Lucifer had done his work. The way his fingers deftly tied and secured those knots against your body had made you want more of his touches. Everything had been done with such efficiency, you had no time to savor what touches he gave you.

You could hear heavy footsteps approaching and when the stranger finally came into view, you could finally see who your mystery guest was. He stood rather still, as if he knew you were taking stock of everything. Despite his size, there was a delicacy in his features. His messy red hair only made everything about him much more striking. The most breathtaking feature of all were his gold eyes.

“This is Diavolo.” Lucifer said, introducing you to the man. “He’s the owner of our sister company, Devilgram.”

“A pleasure to meet you… Sir…”

“In his presence, you may refer to him as ‘my Lord.” Lucifer corrected.

“My apologies, my lord. I was unaware of your appropriate title.” You lowered your head in shame, expecting reprimand.

However, Diavolo only laughed, a sound that seemed to fill the room and bounce off the walls. “There’s no need to apologize for something you didn't know.” He reassured, patting the top of your head gently. “I am the guest here, I should be apologizing for being rude and not providing you adequate information to be prepared.”

“Well, your request for a meeting was rather last minute. This is the best I can manage.” Lucifer quipped. “Next time, give me at least a day of notice.”

“I will, if I remember.” Diavolo said, nonchalantly waving away Lucifer’s obvious irritation. He circled you, running his large hands across your body and examining your every curve. “Lucifer has told me so much about you.” He said, tracing your raised leg, stopping to tease at your slit once he reached the apex of your thighs. “Does she know…?”

“She is well acquainted. Yes.”

“Then, if I may…”

“No. Not on your first time. I don’t want you to break her.”

Diavolo chuckled at Lucifer’s curt replies. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were talking about. With a name like Diavolo, you were sure he and Lucifer were the same. “Alright, alright. I’ll take it easy this time then.”

The red head’s hands were so big, they seemed to be everywhere on you at once. Your breasts, your ass, your abdomen, your thighs. Despite their size, he was gentle, squeezing you in the right places and making you sigh in anticipation. Eventually, he tipped your chin up to look at him before he swooped down for a deep kiss.

Diavolo’s kisses were so different from Lucifer’s; but no less intense. There wasn’t a need to control every reaction that came out of you; but there was an energy about him that took your breath away. As the two of you made out, one hand snaked its way between your spread legs, parting your folds once your panties were pushed aside to slide up and down your sopping wet slit. “You have her trained so well.” He said, impressed with how easily you coated his digits.

“I hope you didn’t expect anything less from me.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” Diavolo chuckled again, shedding his blazer and tossing it to the side. “It’s pretty warm in here, isn’t it?” He asked while taking his clothes off himself. The tie at his neck came off next, followed by the white dress shirt that barely kept his muscles contained. Once bare, you had the pleasure of seeing his ripped abs and massive chest for yourself and you salivated at the vision before you. There was a growing bulge in his pants that he started to show off in his little strip show; and, you were very invested in seeing what you were going to have to deal with.

Just as he was starting to undo his pants and reveal the outline of what he was packing to you, your attention was sharply taken away from the show as Lucifer grabbed you by your hair, tilting your head up to meet with the tip of his cock. You hadn’t even heard him get undressed, yet there he was naked as the day he was born and hard as a rock. “He’s not the only one in this room.” Lucifer growled, a hint of possessiveness in his voice as he pressed the tip of his cock to your lips.

You eagerly took him into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip and whatever else you could fit. With your eyes locked in on Lucifer, you had no idea what to expect with Diavolo until you felt his hands at your waist, holding you steady from swaying too much. “Think she’ll be able to handle it like this?” He asked, his tone rather chipper for how sexually charged the air was around the three of you.

“She’s been trained well.” Lucifer said, his grip on your hair tightening. “Isn’t that right?”

You moaned into his cock, a sound of affirmation that you hoped would get the message across. Lucifer didn’t think it did, pulling his dick out of your mouth and you took deep gasping breaths, sticking your tongue out towards him, wanting to go back to sucking and licking it. “You were asked a question….” His tone was firm, the pain of his grip in your hair warning you to not test him further.

“Y-yes, my Lord.” You confirmed. “I have only received the best training from my Sir..” As soon as your sentences were complete, Lucifer went back to stuffing your mouth with his cock and you eagerly sucked every inch he shoved into you.

“Well, then don’t mind if I do.” Diavolo said, pushing the tip of his cock into you and you screamed against Lucifer’s length in your mouth. You had expected him to be big, but nothing prepared you for the stretch that you felt when Diavolo pushed into you.

It was hard to breath. With your mouth full of dick and your pussy being pushed to its limits, you felt tears starting to form and drool pool at the base of Lucifer’s cock as your mind reeled in all the sensations at once. Despite being unused to the size of Diavolo’s cock, there was something familiar about it, as if you had felt it before. The girth and the length had been something you experienced at least once. And the moment he bottomed out in you, everything clicked

That one time on the desk. When Lucifer watched you fuck yourself, it was the same fullness and feeling of deep penetration as that one time. A sadistic grin spread across Lucifer’s face when he saw the recognition dawn on your face. In that moment, his grip in your hair tightened painfully, pulling you forward to take every inch of your cock down your throat.

You screamed in protest, but were helpless to stop what they did. Diavolo’s strong, sturdy hands kept you as still as possible while he slowly started to move in and out of you. You took whatever breaths you could in between Lucifer’s rough trusts down your throat. Your vision was blurry from tears, but you didn’t need to see when you were being used so thoroughly.

They worked in tandem, a rhythm that had made you scream into Lucifer’s cock. The slow pace Diavolo had started with was soon replaced with a much faster, brutal one once he realized your body’s limits. Even if you were being held steady, you could feel your body sway back and forth in your suspended state. Every time Diavolo buried himself into you, Lucifer pulled out of your mouth, giving you a split second to breathe before he was down your throat again. At the same time, Diavolo would pull out from your pussy until just the tip remained, leaving your body feeling empty and craving for more.

“So tight.” Diavolo praised, angling his hips upwards to get even deeper into you with his thrusts. “I can see why he needs to fuck you at least once a week. I wouldn’t be able to get enough of this.”

Lucifer remained silent, focused on face fucking you while your other partner claimed your pussy. Having two holes being used at the same time felt so great, you hadn’t even noticed how close you were to cumming until it happened. You moaned loudly into Lucifer’s cock, making him hiss at the vibrations that traveled down his length and your walls clenched tightly around Diavolo, causing him to dig his nails into your hips while he struggled to catch his breath. Lucifer pulled his cock out, letting you take much needed deep breaths while Diavolo stayed still, keeping himself buried inside of you but not moving.

Then, all of a sudden you were empty and you were falling. The sound of scissors cutting the ropes that held you up rang through the room and you collapsed onto the floor, falling onto the clothes that had been strewn about. You let out a loud yelp when you hit the ground, able to find balance without your arms.

“Aww… I guess she wasn’t used to multitasking like that.” Diavolo whined. “I was hoping we could all cum together.”

Lucifer tsked, getting you on your knees and pushing your shoulders down so that your ass was left up in the air. “Well, it’s not like I have the capacity to train her to do that.” He grumbled. He joined you on the ground, kneeling in front of you and pulling on your hair to raise your upper body to meet his cock again. “But I’m sure you’re a faster learner, right? You’ll get it right this time.”

“Ye… Yes Sir.” You said, wincing at how hard he was holding onto your hair, but not saying anything about it. “I’ll make us all cum at the same time.”

“Good girl…” He said, and once again your mouth surrounded his cock while Diavolo crammed his length back into your pussy.

It was easier to control yourself now that you were grounded. You didn’t have to think about balancing, you only had to focus on staving your orgasm off until all three of you were at your limits. You moaned into Lucifer’s dick, redoubling your efforts to suck him off to completion while your hips pushed back onto Diavolo, encouraging him to go deeper and further into you to chase his own release.

In this new dynamic, the two men also gave into their desires, moaning as they thrust themselves into you. Diavolo turned out to be a man who preferred to grunt compared to Lucifer who liked to moan breathily. The sounds of sex echoed in the office, the wet slurping noises from your blowjob were accompanied by the equally wet and sloppy sounds of skin hitting skin while Diavolo took your cunt. It didn’t take long for you to start feeling the tell tale pressure of another orgasm building up in your abdomen. The most important matter was now making sure you had control over it until the other two were ready.

“Nngh… I’m close… what about you?” Diavolo was the first to admit his climax was approaching.

“Yes… yes…” Lucifer hissed in reply. “I’m so close…”

In reaction to that statement, one of Diavolo’s hands reached around your waist to rub at your clit, bringing you to where they were, right on the precipice of release. “Now… let’s cum…” He declared with all the authority of a lord. And you obeyed without question.

Hot semen filled your holes all at once. Your walls milked the giant cock buried in your pussy while you struggled to swallow the load that was blown into your mouth. Even with your best efforts, you could feel some of Lucifer’s seed dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your pussy fared similarly, filled to the brim and leaking cum as the men emptied themselves into you.

There were several long minutes of heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure before they left your body. Lucifer being the first to pull out, letting you breathe, the grip in your hair loosening as he moved to undo your bindings. Diavolo stayed inside of you until he was sufficiently soft, groaning as he left your warm pussy, but admiring the way his seed dripped out of your gaping hole.

With the ties finally gone from your arms, you flexed them gingerly, letting blood and feeling come back to them. The rest of the ropes came undone as well, and when you were finally free from it all, a beautiful network of marks crisscrossed your body, likely to remain on you for a few days at least. They would serve as a beautiful reminder of the night you shared with these two men.

Using the discarded clothes as a cushion, Lucifer pulled you into his arms, laying you down and curling around you, spooning you from behind. Diavolo followed suit shortly after, sandwiching you between the two of them and simply watching you as you drifted out of consciousness.

“Very good.” Lucifer murmured, burying his head into the crook of your neck and dozing alongside you. “You did so well…”

“Thank you, sir…” You mumbled, already half asleep.

“Lucifer.” He corrected, pulling you tightly against him.

“Thank you… Lucifer…” You murmured right before properly passing out.

“So, did we pass inspection?” Lucifer asked softly, placing soft kisses on the top of your head, peeking over at the larger man as he cuddled you. He’d keep you close, pressed up against his chest, synching his heartbeat with yours until you had to leave in order to catch the last train home.

“With flying colors.” Diavolo said, grinning from ear to ear.

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Katsuki Bakugo

This boi

IS A LITERAL MONSTER

When he wants kisses-

HE WILL GET THEM

Wherever, whenever he wants it-he’ll figure out a way to have them

Sees you dressed cute at the mall-hes finding the first bathroom he can find to make out with you

At UA and your skirt is getting to him- you two are in the janitors closet

Inexperienced in kissing and making out but damn, he’ll never admit to that

ALWAYS super rough-but like in a good way

Like pinning your wrists to the wall, tugging on your bottom lip

ALWAYS leaving hickeys

No matter what-you always have like at least 4 or 5

Secretly really smug and proud about it because enjoys seeing them on you and knowing

1) he did that to you and

2) your his and only his and that’s proof of it

What an ass tho

Literally GROWLS when kissing you (it’s pretty HaWt)

Tbh anytime your “kissing” with Bakugo, it’s just making out

Like, it’s never a sweet kiss or a little peck it’s ALL OR NOTHING with him

Tastes like cinnamon

Mr. Grabby McGrabbers

Loves grabbing your a*s

Reason why: cause when he does it and you don’t expect it you jump a little and moan into his mouth and IT. TURNS. HIM. ONNNNNNN

Tug on his hair and he turns to jello

Is always the dominant one and fights to be it

And does everything in his power to make sure its him that wins when your fighting him

“Keep acting like this and I’m going to punish you later, Princess”

You keep acting like that 😉��😉

Izuku Midoriya

Such a sweetie pie

He’s always super nervous and scared to kiss you because he doesn’t know if he’ll kiss you right or cross a boundary or do something completely embarrassing

DEIFNITELY over thinks it

And has absolutely searched Wiki How on how to kiss

It takes him awhile but he starts off with sweet little gestures

Like if he sees you after training he give you a hug and a kiss on your forehead

Or he’ll sneak attack you with a kiss on your cheeck if he sees you and is overloaded by you cuteness

1st time you kissed him-

Cause of course HE wasn’t gonna initiate THAT

He completely melted and was on Cloud 9

But then he realized he didn’t know what to do with his hands

So you kinda had to guide him where to put them

And then he realized he couldn’t BREATHE

But of course he didn’t wanna stop

So when you guys broke apart he was gasping like a fish out of water

“That was”-(GASP)-“AMAZING”

ALWAYS super nervous though when he really wants to initiate it

“Can-can I kiss you y/n?”

Of course you always say yes!

Loves it when you put your hands on his chest

Best way to get what you want with him is to give him a kiss and he caves

You: “Izuku can we please go get some ice cream?”

Midoriya: “I don’t know y/n...we have a lot of homework and our practical exams are tomorrow-“

*kiss him

Midoriya: “ICE CREAM IT IS!”

Denki Kaminari

Is a w*hore for kisses

Like he’s non stop asking for kisses or giving you kisses

“Cmon, babe just one?”

“Just because you failed another test Denki doesn’t mean you get to suck my face off.”

“But-“

“NO”

Is super okay with PDA in public

That’s literally how he greets you everyday

“Hey babe!” He’ll call out as He’ll sling his arm around your shoulder and press a kiss to your cheeck

Kisses you anywhere and everywhere

Especially when your sick or hurt

You gotta headache? He’s kissing it

Your shoulder is sore from training? KISSING IT

Your legs are sore? He’ll kiss those too

It’s worse when your sick though

Because he’s kissing every place that hurts, aches, or is exposed

And your begging him to stop because you don’t want him to get sick, because he’s a HUGE baby when he’s sick

“Cmon babe one more kiss won’t hurt me, it’s gonna help you I promise!”

But he doesn’t listen until he starts getting the symptoms and now starts asking YOU for kisses

Sucker for when you bite his lip and hickies

He literally melts

Sometimes when he gets too into it, he forgets to control his power and shocks you

It never hurts, it’s only a little jolt but he freaks out

“Oh my god, y/n, are you okay, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry!”

Kinda scared to touch you but quickly gets over it (holds back just because he’s scared to hurt you again)

Like Bakugo, is Also a Grabby McGrabbers

This child is a pervert what did you expect?

Loves to put his hands in your pant pockets when kissing you

Kirishima

Is super, super gentleman-like

Cause thats MaNLY

But really, hes never pushy on you to kiss or anything

Its your call and you call the shots

Hes really not big on PDA, but he loves to hold your hand or hold your waist and give you kisses on your temple

BUT

He scares the crap out of you all the time, because his favorite thing to do is run up behind you and tackle you with the biggest hug and give you a bunch of kisses on your neck

Has literally the softest lips everrrr

But also- SHARK TEETH

You always have teeth marks on your body

One time they got so bad they began to bruise over and it looked like you literally got attacked by a little shark

WHen he saw them, he didnt realize he did it

“Whoever did this to you Im gonna make them pay!”

“Kirishima-”

“They are goinna be seriosuly hurt once Im through with them! Nobody can touch my girlfriend and hurt her and get away with it-”

“Kirirshima, you did it!”

“.....Oh.”

“ON MY GOSH Y/N IM SO SORRY!”

Likes it when you put your hands on his chest because makes him feel like hes in some super fluffy, romantic movie and hes falling in love with the pretty girl of his dreams

Which he is but ACK its cute!

Is the worst when he’s sick or hurting because hes super whiny

“Y/nnnnnnn can I pleeeasssseee have a kiss- my leg hurts!”

Uses kisses as a bargaining chip ALLLLLLLL the time

Like if you want some of his food, its always followed by a “Okay...what about 3 kisses for it?”

You always give him more than what he asked for tho ;)

Shouto Todoroki

THE BIGGEST

GENTLEMAN

EVERRRRR

Literally cannot stress this enough

Always waits for you to make the first move, follows your lead, is never super touchy

Hands are ALWAYS on your upper back and never go any farther down

Even though sometimes he has to fight himself because he kinda wants to let them drop a little bit lower....

Not super big on PDA

But hes the type that’ll give you kisses on your knuckles or your hand

SO CUTEEEE

When your feeling down, he’ll kiss you on your temples or forehead

IS always super nervous to kiss you

But he gets more comfortable as he does it more

Their usually just super gentle and sweet and innocent

“Can I kiss you y/n?”

Either holds your face in his hands or is holding your hand while kissing you

Hes either super hot or super cold

Like NO inbetween

But you notice when you kiss him and hes cold, he instantly gets burning hot

Sometimes so hot you gotta pull back because your afraid he’ll burn your lips

His kisses are usually super sweet and soft, but the first time he REALLY kissed was when you got hurt in battle

He had thought he had lost you, until he saw you were limping towards him, hurt but smiling

He was so relieved he couldve cried

He screamed your name in relief, and just grabbed your hands and face and didnt let go

Just kept repeating “I thought I lost you, Im so sorry y/n, I love you, I love you so much”

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the door

Welp, here is some ateez fanfic im building off of a weird ass dream i had. Im saying this ahead, its not gonna be constent, its der gonna be smutty at some point and i hope you like holes cuz its gonna be filled eith plotholes.

Ps. I also take criticism if you want, i didnt proof read it, i really just thiught one other degenerate out there might like it.

Enjoy <3

Its so weird. I was reading, peacefully, in a cemetery on st-jean street. I was supposed to go see some friends, but they were still cleaning their place. So i went to buy a coffee down the street. I talked about a decade old french show with the barista. She was nice. I went to sit somewhere further, the olympia passage. Or i think its called like that, no one knew what i was talking about when i called it that. Someone came to me to talk about poesy, and given my patient nature, i listened to him. I told him i was an illustrator, and could illustrate his poems if he wanted. He looked delited, and said it was rare that people didn't just ignore him, or look at him as if he was lesser than them. I din't know why, i left him my phone number, for the poem thing, and i took his. I really trust too easily, but if there is even a 1% chance that he actually just wants to create, then ill take that chance. Soon after he left, another friend, closer to me, came along. He was meeting someone at the same coffee i went to ealier. We planned to go converse shopping a few hours later. I walked with him down the street, then left when his friend arrived.

Further on the street, there is a really old cemetery, behind a small church. The worst tomb has a family in it, about 12 kids between 12 days to 12 years old. It's calm. There are a lot of trees, reminding me that at the end of the day, i belong to the earth. This type of calmness almost makes me look up to the day i pass.

I sat under the big tree. It is not especially big, but it is indeed larger than the rest. I opened my book, and read. It was very simple, a story about some gay witch with her equally gay otaku demon and a girl that disappeared. Maybe. The end was a bit fuzzy, so i wasn't quite sure. But i think that all along, the blue haired girl was actually a piece of the witch's imagination or something like that. I like these endless stories, you tend to think about them way more than stories that close entirely. So i put the book down and looked at my phone. My friend told me her cleaning wasn't done yet. I don't know what i was expecting.

Well, at least i can say what i wasn't expecting. To blackout completely, and to wake up in a small stinky backstreet on the other side of the world.

Now this may be a bit confusing, so let me explain a bit more. For the first part, it's honestly going to end there. I put my phone down, looked towards my friend's place and the world around me began to feel heavier, as if the sky was falling down. I felt victim of this kind of gravity shift, even if i'm pretty sure it only happened to me. Things began to move around me, but i was way too far to really pay attention to it. As i opened my eyes, it was night. I was laying against a garbage bin, one of those big store ones. I was in a small backstreet, hidden from the world. As i tried to get up, i felt like every single inch of my body was sore. I looked down, and i was dressed in some oversized off-white shirt, more yellow than white really but that was probably because of how dirty it was. I definitely had panties under, which i felt were probably more sexy ones than comfortable ones, but the lack of pants quickly put me off. Feeling my eyes, i had some makeup leftovers, that probably had just spread around even more. Despite all of that, what really chocked me the most was the weight i had lost. Not like 2-5 lbs, more like 15-20 lbs, and not in a healthy way. Whatever had just happened to me had been happening for a while.

As i was still taking it all in, i heared a door open, with voices coming out of it. Two people. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but i quickly recognized some korean words. More people came out. Three more, soon followed by another pair. As the last one came out, i decided that i my need for help was greater than the odds of them being bad people, so i went out of the streets. The bright neon signs of the convinient store blinded me for a second, before i could figure out the silouhette of 8 men. I let out a soft and painful, "help" before turning around to take in more of what was around me. Wherever i was, this was not home. I felt the panic start to rise in me so i turned to the men, who had stopped their walk to look at me. Some of them had cold, almost scared faces, but the one that sticked to me the most was the one closest to me. A tall, black and red haired guy, that almost looked in more pain than me. One of the people in the back said something, that from the loudness i assumed was to me, but I didn't catch it, since it was in korean. It's at that moment that it all came down.

I fell down to my knees. Eyes blank, looking at the ground. Tears were pouring out of my eyes, but my expression was not following them. The tall guy came down to my level, and in a broken english asked "are you alright?"

-Do i look alright, i spitted at him. I have no idea where i am, or what is going on, i'm clearly a world away from home, I don't understand anything that anyone here says, im hurt, im almost naked, i lost a shit ton of weight and i dont even know how, the only taste i have in my mouth is dehydration, i miss my cat, i miss my bed and my stupid ass friend who can't seem to ever be on time and....and...

I raise up my head to look at him. He pierces through my eyes as if he was looking for answers.

-and...im cold.

I fall in his arms, all strength gone.

I can feel his warmth get closer.

I can feel his heartbeat.

I feel some sort of warm blanket around me.

I feel a pillow, softer than any i ever had.

As i feel fingers going through my hair, I hear a melody that, even if for a small second, makes my believe that everything will be all right, and i find myself dreaming that this moment never stops.

I briefly open my eyes, just to see these dreaming eyes. "Who are you", i somehow ask, right before falling asleep. As if he knew that I wasn't there to hear the answer anymore, the mysterious man lowers himself to my ear and simply wispers,

"I'm Yunho."

#ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez yunho #ateez smut #ateez suggestive

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kimjongdaely · 4 years

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The Art of Sin [Chapter 6]

Gang!AU, Racer!AU, Tattoo Artist!AU

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, sexual situations, vandalism

Summary: He’s an artist. He does it all for the ‘art.’ Tattooing. Racing. Sex. All because he thinks they’re beautiful. There’s no one here that doesn’t know his name, because it’s everywhere. On every graffiti-filled wall, every tattooed skin, every cheer of the crowd. His name is there somewhere, because it’s all his—this world. And when he lays his eyes on you—well, he’s never seen anything more beautiful. And he’s going to make you his masterpiece.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3 [M]│Chapter 4 [M]│Chapter 5 [M]│ Chapter 6│Chapter 7│Chapter 8 [M]

The sun beats down on you, sweat dripping down the side of your face and you try to quicken your strides, eager to get to somewhere cool. Throwing open the doors of the garage, their AC is a blessed relief. Byun hangs half-way off the reception counter, his bored grin greeting you like always. “Hey there. Here for Chen again?”

You nod while fanning yourself, the tank top you wear practically soaked with your sweat. Summer days are the worst. Byun points to the tattoo parlor, “Well, you know where to find him.”

Chen is cleaning his tools when you enter, and he greets you with his usual smile. “Hey, princess. Visiting so soon? Well, not that I mind.” There’s a sly edge to his tone now, as he leans in to give you a peck on the cheek.

You grin back at him. All you want lately is to see him, every minute feeling longer than the last when you can’t. Being with him makes you calm and excited all at once, and you savor every second with him.

As if you’ve gotten addicted to him.

As if you’ve fallen in love with him—

What a dangerous feeling to have. You know how these stories end, all too well. You’ll fall head over heels in love with this mysterious person and you’ll be ripped apart faster than you can blink. He’ll rip you apart.

He’ll trample on your heart and you’ll be abandoned.

So you have to keep this feeling a secret, no matter what. Just keep smiling like you’ve always have, and you’ll be able to stay next to him. Never take him too seriously, that way you’ll never be hurt.

“Wanna go for a drive, princess?” Chen asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. Good thing the AC is blasting, or else you would’ve turned into a puddle by now. Still, the garage is much too hot.

“You sure? What if a customer comes?” You raise a brow at him as he begins to lead you out. Chanyeol isn’t here as he usually is, you notice.

“It’s fine.” He answers casually, dismissing it with a shrug. “They’ll be back.”

For the tattoo or for him, you wonder. You wouldn’t be surprised if he gets some returning customers just because he has a pretty face. “Alright then, your call.”

He leads you outside where his white Nissan Skyline is parked. His car is always polished to perfection, several of his designs drawn across the hood and doors. It’s a perfect display of his artistic skills, the white of the car acting as a canvas.

But...wait.

Something’s wrong.

As you get closer to the familiar car, you clearly see that the windshield glass had been shattered. Not only that, but there are several long, deep scratch marks that stretch over the side of his car.

You gasp at the sight, knowing how much this car means to Chen. You glance at him, afraid of his reaction.

You feel a icy shiver roll down your spine, your skin prickling in fear. You’ve never seen Chen look that way before. His face is calm, so calm, but it’s cold. His eyes are filled with a chilling anger, the silent kind, the most deadly kind. Like a snake bidding its time before it sinks its teeth into its prey. The kind of look that insinuates the calm before a world-wrecking storm.

He doesn’t move for what feels like an eternity and a second all at once. Then he carefully fishes his phone out from his pocket, dialing a number and smiles. “Hey D.O. When you’re done with your work, could you take the white Nissan Skyline away? Yeah, you know the one...uh huh...no, I want it destroyed.”

“What?” You gasp, clutching onto his arm to stop him. “But that’s your favorite car! It’s just a scratch, it can be fixed!”

He glances at you, such an frigid look that makes you swallow thickly, your grip on him loosening. He ends the call, slipping his phone back in his pocket. “Fixed?” His voice is soft, but there’s a terrifying edge to it. He chuckles darkly. “No. Something broken can never be perfect again. I don’t need anything that’s not perfect.”

Then he walks away, hands in his pockets and humming a tune like he didn’t just destroy his most prized possession. Like nothing just happened.

You shiver—tremble—feeling your knees go weak. It’s only a matter of time before you, too, will be thrown away like that.

So you must hide these feelings.

Deeper.

“You know who did it?” Chanyeol asks taking a long drag from his cigarette.

Glancing at Kai, Chen nods. “Probably the guys from the last race.”

“Great.” Sehun sighs, rolling his neck, his dark puffy hair falling over his eyes. “I love dealing with sore losers. So what are we gonna do? Should we tell Suho?”

Chen wrinkles his nose at the thought, loathing the idea of a scolding. Hey, it’s not his fault this world works like this. You gotta live somehow, even if you break all the damn rules. “Let’s not. Suho’s been plenty busy himself. They just keyed my car, no biggie.”

“No biggie?” Chanyeol raises a skeptical brow, tapping his long fingers against his knee, the cigarette ashes falling onto the ground. “You loved that car, man.”

“Loved.” He repeats, the word quiet and heavy. A shadow passes through his eyes, a look the others know all too well to comment on.

“So what are we gonna do?” Kai asks, tilting his head at Chen. “I’m not about to let some fucker trample all over us like this.”

Chen grins, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. “If they want a rematch, so be it.”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kai scowls. “We don’t do rematches. Our turf, our rules and they lost.”

“Yeah, well, if they’re gonna be stirring up trouble, I’d rather you guys have a rematch rather than fucking each other up, you know?” Sehun grins. “It’ll make my job heck of a lot easier.”

“Fuck that.” Kai says, but Chen only laughs, slapping his back a few times.

“Chill man; I’ll do the rematch myself. I’ll take on a hundred of those bastards if I have to—I’ll still win, fair and square.”

“What a load of bullshit.” Chanyeol snickers. “But I’ll enjoy it for sure either way.”

“Keep it on the down-low, ‘kay? Don’t leave us any messes to clean up. Suho’ll be real fucking pissed.” Sehun says, earning an eager nod from Chen.

They’re still skeptical of this, of course. Chen’s been known to get into a lot of trouble—rather minor ones for sure, but trouble nonetheless. It’s rare to see him so excited about something when he’s usually so uncaring about anything. Still, it’s none of their business and they’re in no position to stop him.

“Alright.” Chanyeol shrugs, putting out his cigarette. “Go for it then.”

You walk into the tattoo parlor again, greeting Byun as per your usual routine now. This time though, Byun tells you that Chen isn’t here.

“What? Where is he?” Another race, perhaps? He doesn’t have his car anymore though...so did he get another one?

“Met up with some people.” Byun answers vaguely. “Don’t worry. You can wait here if you want, but it stinks like hell so I’d recommend you come back later.”

“Um,” you wring your hands against the skirt you’re wearing. “Who is he meeting?”

Byun let’s out a sly grin, looking up at you from where he’s sprawled over his counter. “What’s wrong? Scared he’s cheating on you?”

Your cheeks heat up immediately as you shoo away the very thought, appalled he would say such thing. “No! Of course not. I’m just...worried. He seemed really upset about his car, so...”

“Heh, I guess he is.” Byun shrugs. “He went to have a rematch with those jerks from the last race. He said they were probably the ones who keyed his car.”

You gasp, feeling a wave of anxiousness as you recall the faces of those racers. They didn’t seem to take their loss lightly—if keying Chen’s car is any indication. They’d probably do anything to win this rematch. “Where are they meeting?”

“Whoa there, calm down.” Byun waves his hand at you. “He’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Please, Byun.” You grab his arm, unconsciously digging your nails into him. “I’m really, really worried. Please tell me.”

He winces, seizing your hands quickly in attempt to pry you off. You can see the boys in the garage start to take notice, stopping with whatever they were tinkling with to stare at you.

“Okay, okay! I can tell you, but it’s not where a good girl like you should go. And you can’t do anything even if you go anyways.”

“I’m really not a good girl, Byun.” You say, forcing out a tight smile. “I don’t care about anything, I just want to see him, make sure he’s okay.”

“Well,” he sighs, giving in. He rips a piece of paper from a notepad, scribbling down an address. “Here. Just...I warned you, alright? And Chen isn’t the type to change his mind easily.”

You clutch the paper tightly, thanking him.

You’re not the type to change your mind easily either.

“Well would ya lookie here.” The man from the race hollers when he gets out of his car. What was his name again? Damn, maybe Chen should’ve made an effort to remember their names before calling them up. “Who would’ve thought the cheater would want a rematch? Feelin’ guilty, boy?”

Chen smiles, swallowing the desire to laugh his ass off. Guilty? Him? It should definitely be the other way around, right? “You’re the sore loser here. Can’t take a hit and now you’re calling me a cheater?”

The man scowls, grabbing Chen by the collar. He’s as strong as he looks, but all brawn and no brain.

Chen quickly puts up his hands in a sign of surrender, the smile still on his face, unfazed. “Hey, now. Let’s just have a rematch fair and square. That’s the best solution, right?”

With a scoff, the man shoves Chen back, a confident grin growing on his face.

A red flag for trouble.

“Sure, pretty boy. Let’s have a rematch fair and square.” His friends start to giggle behind him, and Chen mentally rolls his eyes. Yeah, he knew they’d have some underhand tricks up their sleeves. He’s still confident he’ll win though and even if he doesn’t...well, he tries not to think of that right now.

“Rules?” He asks.

“None.” The man answers, gesturing towards the dusty road that stretches on into the distance. “Just get to the finish line.”

Well, his turf, his rules. Chen shrugs and begins to get into his car when he sees a taxi pull up nearby. Odd, he thinks, this place is pretty secluded.

But then the person that gets out makes him nearly choke on his own spit, and he gets out again, jogging towards you.

“Yo, where ya goin’?” His opponents yell after him, but he ignores them for now. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him.

“What are you doing here?”

He looks shocked, and maybe even angry. It’s a stern expression you’ve never seen on his face before, but you stand firm and stare back at him. “I was worried.” You glance at the parked cars, and at the familiar men with several new faces. You turn back to him. “You gonna race him?”

“Of course.” Chen answers, scoffing. “No one messes with us and gets away scot free.”

“I’m coming too.” You say, resolute.

“No you’re not.”

“I am.” You pull your arm from his grip, storming your way towards the car you recognize from EXO’s garage. Chen follows you closely, a string of complaints that go unheard. You get into the passenger seat and slam the door closed.

“The fuck!” Chen yells, knocking on your window and tugging at the door handle to get it open. “Get out! This isn’t your race. Get the fuck out, now!”

You ignore him completely, turning away. Chen continues like that for a while longer before the opponents begin to grow impatient.

“You racin’ or what?” They snarl out, eyes narrowing on the two of you threateningly. “You makin’ fun of us?”

Chen stops, but continues to stare at you. Even without looking, even with glass between you, you can feel the heat of his glare. He takes a deep breath, perhaps to stop himself from breaking the car window, and finally slips into the driver’s seat.

“You’re going to fucking regret this.”

“I won’t.” You answer.

You see the race flag being raised, and the sound of the starting gunshot rings in your ear.

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seagreen-meets-grey · 4 years

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When Lightning Strikes Ch. 10

When your life is nothing but a cloudless sky, lightning can come and strike you so unexpectedly, you won’t even know what hit you.

Or: When Hiccup and Astrid meet, it is as if lightning strikes.

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9] [Chapter 11] [Chapter 12] [Chapter 13] [Chapter 14] [Chapter 15] [Chapter 16] [Chapter 17] [Chapter 18] [Chapter 19] [Chapter 20]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

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Thursday lunchtime found Hiccup sitting on the same bench in the park he’d spent the majority of his Sunday on. That day seemed so long ago already, although not even a week had passed since he’d seen Astrid again, after eighteen months. Now, after only two days (and most of two nights) of texting with her, he felt like he’d known her his entire life. There was something about talking to her that just came natural to him, like breathing and rolling his eyes at Snotlout.

He glanced nervously at his watch, the big hand running a few minutes ahead. There were twenty minutes left on his break and he needed five to get back to the building. Three if he sprinted. Tapping his finger rapidly on the chipped green paint of the wood he was sitting on, his eyes kept scanning his surroundings over and over again.

Maybe she wasn’t coming after all, for whatever reason. Perhaps she decided that a good book in the hammock in her parents’ garden that she told him about was more worth her time. Spending approximately fifteen minutes with him on a park bench in the middle of the day couldn’t be the most exciting thing she could do on her day off. But in-between their work schedules, seeing each other was harder than he’d anticipated.

He perked up when he suddenly heard someone call his name. And there she was, coming his way down an uneven path on a bicycle, waving at him with a smile on her face. Her hair was barely held back by a headband, flying freely in the airflow.

With a gravel-splattering brake, she came to a stop and leaned her bike against the back of the bench. Out of breath and wiping her hair out of her face, she flopped down next to him.

“Hey,” she panted, taking out her headband, shaking her head and combing through her long golden locks with her fingers. “Sorry I’m late. I wanted to take the bike so I don’t have to search for a parking spot. But the front tire was flat and we only had a hand pump.” She was done with her hair and put the headband back in before finally turning to him with a bright smile that left him speechless for a moment.

“It- It’s okay,” he stammered, momentarily at a loss about how conversations worked. “Now you’re here.”

“Now I’m here.” Her smile and eyes were so captivating, Hiccup could only smile back and stare, his brain wiped clean until she cleared her throat. “Nice weather, right?”

“Ah hmm, yes.” They simultaneously looked the other way, suddenly very interested in the municipal worker emptying a trash can a few benches over. “Very warm. And… dry. Not great for agriculture. Hopefully, it will rain soon, can’t have a bad harvest. Farmers need their money and my dad needs his potatoes. And it’s… kind of muggy?” He was stuck. And he knew that if he didn’t get a grip on himself, he’d keep talking about the weather and his father’s food preferences for the remaining time of his break, even longer if nobody stopped him. After a beat of silence, the awkwardness of the situation released itself in the disbelieving laughter bubbling out of him.

“What?”

He grinned at her, shaking his head and counting on his fingers. “In the past two days we’ve had deep conversations about ghosts, mortality, the difference between the souls of dogs and cats, the possibilities of a fish army, and whether or not dragons could survive in Florida these days. And now all we can talk about is the weather?”

“Well, if you put it like that…” she chuckled.

“Let’s start over, shall we.” He lifted his hand in greeting. “Hello, Astrid. It’s nice to see you. How are you feeling today?”

To his surprise, she high-fived the hand he was still holding up. “Hello, Hiccup. I’m doing fine, thank you very much.” She socked him on the arm.

“Hey, what was that for?!”

She shrugged while he rubbed his sore biceps. “Emphasis. Communication. Affection without words.”

His cheeks felt warm and he hoped it didn’t show. “Do you do that to everyone?”

“No, only to the people I like. And also to those I don’t like, but that’s a whole different angle and intensity. Trust me, you’d know the difference if I didn’t like you.”

“Note to self, don’t get on Astrid’s bad side.” His heart wouldn’t calm down. Why wouldn’t it just calm down? All she did was say that she liked him… Oh, boy. He gulped and changed the topic by voicing the first thought that came to him. “So, how’s married life going?”

For the tiniest fraction of a second, there was a shadow that briefly fell over her cheery demeanor, but it was gone so quickly, he could only wonder if he’d imagined it.

“Oh, you know, it’s very comfortable. There’s always someone there if you need to talk, someone to lean on and spend most of your time with. And, of course, it’s only your turn to clean the bathroom every other week.”

“Sounds like paradise,” he quipped.

“Yeah, not always, though.” When he frowned in question, she quickly added, “Eret’s allergic to dogs. I’ve always wanted a dog since I was a kid, but my parents aren’t big fans of pets. And my husband is allergic, so I have to get my fair share of dog from work.”

“Then what do you do on days you don’t have to work?”

“Suffer.” She pulled up a serious face but the twitching corners of her mouth betrayed her.

“Oh, I know all about that kind of suffering. Toothless, my cat, I’ve had him since I was fifteen. My ex-girlfriend – Heather, you remember Heather? Dagur’s sister? – she didn’t want cat hair all over the couch so he had to stay with my parents. After we broke up, I couldn’t find a good apartment that allowed cats so fast and I didn’t want to move back in with my parents.”

“Totally. I haven’t been here for two weeks and they’re already driving me nuts, especially my mom.” She rolled her eyes.

“Exactly, that’s why I kept looking for a better apartment and eventually, I found a nice one where I could finally live with my best bud again. And another plus is that I’m no longer living at the edge of the world.”

A sigh escaped her. “I wish I could live on my own again, just for the sake of getting a dog.”

“Really?” He watched her carefully. “Does having a dog really trump spending the rest of your life with the person you love most?”

She averted her face for the few long seconds it took her to answer. “Of course not.” Then, before he could dig deeper, her cheery smile was back. “You never showed me the cat pictures you promised.”

“Oh, right.” He decided to go with the change of topic, although he knew there was something bothering her, something she didn’t want to talk about. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a series of pictures of a large black housecat with huge green eyes and a very short tail.

Astrid leaned closer to him in order to look at his phone, her face so close to his that he could count the small freckles on her cheeks. Her hair smelled of something fresh and fruity and he had to concentrate hard to not bury his nose in her hair.

“He’s so cute!” she exclaimed and he shook his head to clear his mind of any inappropriate thoughts.

“Don’t be fooled, he can be the devil himself when he gets cranky.”

“He doesn’t look like it at all! But I personally know that the cutest of them are usually the worst… Hey, he almost has the same eyes as you!” She looked up and he only had half a second to prepare himself before he was once again captured by her gaze. Her eyes were so blue, and he could see his reflection in them in this light. An electric spark crept up his spine, flowed down his arms into his fingers, making them twitch and long to touch her.

He didn’t realize he wasn’t breathing until she coughed and looked back at his phone, cheeks dusted pink.

“What happened to his tail?”

“Huh?”

“His tail, it’s super short.”

“Oh.” He finally regained his focus. “It was bitten off when he was still a kitten, in a fight with the neighbor’s dog.”

“What kind of dog?”

“Hunting dog, I don’t know if I remember… I think it was a Germain short-something, a big white one with a brown head and spots.”

Her face lit up, still so, so close. “German shorthaired pointer. I’m helping train one of those at the moment. Her name is Kira, she’s very energetic, but also super adorable and loves to be pet and cuddled. When she sees people, familiar and new ones, she always comes up to them, puts her paw on their shoe, leans against their leg and looks up at them with big brown eyes.”

While she kept gushing about the dogs she’s working with, her eyes grew bigger, the love for her job and the animals evident in every line of her face, in the way she sat upright and tall like a flower growing towards the sun, the passion for what she did for a living extending from her in a radiant light. Right then and there, he fell in love with her a little bit more.

But then his phone started vibrating in his hand, the alarm he’d set for the end of his break cutting her short.

“Oh, shit. I’m so sorry, I have to get back to work.” For a moment, he considered quitting his job just to be able to listen to her talk about “her” dogs for a while longer. But she was already standing up and he followed her lead.

“It’s okay, we can talk later.” That alone lifted his heart. “I can walk with you to your building, if you want.”

“Yeah, that– I’d like that.”

Chatting comfortably the whole time, he led the way back to his workplace, with her pushing her bike in-between them. At the entrance, they met Fishlegs who’d been waiting for him like he always did when he started his shift after Hiccup’s lunch break.

Upon spotting a pretty girl with Hiccup who was laughing at something he said, Fishlegs’ face lit up with morbid curiosity. When Hiccup introduced the two with each other and mentioned Astrid’s name, he grinned and said, “I figured.”

“Why?” Astrid asked but before his friend could say anything embarrassing or too telling, Hiccup spoke up.

“So, yeah, now you two have met. But Fish and I, we really need to get going.” He started pushing the other man inside the building, looking back at Astrid over his shoulder. “It was nice seeing you.”

“You, too. Talk to you later?”

He couldn’t have stopped himself from smiling if he had tried. “Of course!” In front of him, still guided backwards by Hiccup, Fishlegs waved goodbye.

“Nice to meet you, Fishlegs!” was the last thing they heard from her before they were inside and the doors closed behind them.

The short walk to the elevator was quiet, but Hiccup could feel the curious questions waft through the air like smoke from a fire of inquisitiveness before they ultimately broke out in a darting flame.

“So how’s it going? You haven’t told me a lot yet, what are you guys talking about? Is Heather’s plan working? Are your feelings morphing into friendship? Or is it getting worse? What’s she like now that you know her better? Or do you not talk that much? Did you just meet her on purpose or coincidentally? And has she told you anything about her current relationship? Do you think you have a chance, romantically speaking?”

Five floors later, just in time with the ding of the elevator, Hiccup finally got a word in. “Will you please breathe?” He had a feeling he wouldn’t get back to his work so soon.

The rest of the way to their office, down a long hallway and around a corner, he didn’t say a word. The last thing he wanted was a new wave of gossip from nosy, eavesdropping colleagues. It had taken them several months to get over the spilled tea incident where Sabrina from down the hall had accidentally poured a whole cup all over her white blouse. Fortunately, the tea had already been cold. Unfortunately, that day she’d worn her thinnest white bra.

When they were back behind closed doors, they sat at their respective workspaces. Hiccup regarded the mess of sketches and manuscript excerpts on his desk, the drawing tablet buried underneath the paper chaos ready to be worked with again. But Fishlegs’ stare was louder than the call of his tasks.

“We’ve been talking a lot over text,” he finally shared, defeated and well aware of how he wouldn’t get out of this conversation until he had it. His friends were way too invested in his love life. “Not awkward talks, though, as I’d originally feared. It’s like talking to someone you’ve known your entire life, with the difference that the inside jokes are only now coming to be. Today during lunch, she asked if I wanted some company and came to the park. And no, she hasn’t said much about Eret or anything regarding her home life, and I didn’t pry.”

Fishlegs scratched his chin. “Sounds like you’re becoming fast friends.”

“Friends, yeah.” He sighed. He was already feeling so much closer to her, but still she was so far out of reach. Like there was a wall that she’d built, for reasons he didn’t understand. Someday, he hoped, he’d gain the trust needed for her to open up. To feel like she could talk to him about what kept her awake until five in the morning, because it couldn’t just be to answer his texts about whether or not his cat had a soul.

“Have your feelings changed about her? If so, I can be the one to tell Heather so you don’t have to hear her say I told you so.”

“I appreciate that, but that’s not necessary. They have changed, kind of, but not in that way. They just grew stronger.” Absentmindedly, he took a pencil and started doodling on a blank piece of paper.

Fishlegs watched him for a few minutes before he pondered, “Maybe she has a dark secret or a really nasty side of her that you don’t know yet.”

Hiccup added shades and details to his sketch. “Last night, she told me about a fight she had with her father about something unimportant, and honestly, her dad was in the right. She was just too stubborn to admit her mistake. Which, if you ask me, is a quality you could call bad, depending on the situation.”

He almost didn’t catch Fishlegs’ mumbled, “Well, at least that makes two of you.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m just saying, you can be quite stubborn as well. Either you’ve found your match, or you’re going to drive each other absolutely mad.” He rolled over on his chair. “What are you drawing there, anyway?”

Hiccup slid the piece of paper back under the mess and pulled out the one he should actually work on. “I’m doing my job, what do you think?” Fishlegs slowly rolled back to his computer. “Now can we switch topics, please?” He grabbed a book from a pile on a desk behind him. “Because I’ve thought a lot about the stats we’ve come up with for the monsters in this book and I have a few new ideas.”

His friend rolled over once more, already full of enthusiasm for one of his favorite topics. The sketch of the exact shape and shades of Astrid’s eyes remained hidden until Hiccup put it in the folder with his other personal sketches once his shift was over. He felt like he could still improve the drawing, but he needed a reference to study rather than relying on his memories and imagination. Would it be weird to ask for a photo of her? It would be solely for artistic purposes, after all.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing,” Fishlegs said when they parted in the parking lot.

“I do,” Hiccup assured, although when it came to Astrid, he felt like he didn’t know anything at all. On his way home, he called her anyway.

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When A Celestial Prey Dreams: Chapter: 2 (Nalu Week 2020)

When A Celestial Prey Dreams

Nalu week 2020 Prompts: Voice, Flirt, Charm & Smile (All implied)

Genres: Romance, Drama & New Adult Fanfiction

Pairing: Nalu/Endlu (Natsu x Lucy & E.n.d. Natsu x Lucy)

Rating: M for language, steamy and mature/adult sexual content (all consensual) in these and future chapters. Reader Discretion is advised.(You've been warned!)

Summary: Such a carnal thrill of the hunt is too electrifying for words; especially when a fire demon sets his sights on a celestial maiden who's more-than-willing to be his prey. What seems to start off as a random dream for Lucy quickly escalates into far-more sizzling territory. New ficet which will eventually combined into upcoming chapters for TDDW along with other fics. First two chapters are entries for @nalu-week 2020. (Nalu/Endlu-centric and semi-au/canon divergent).

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Chapter 2: A Major Reunion and The Most Lethal of Vows

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How long have I been running?

Lucy couldn't pinpoint just how much time passed when she reached a steady-moving creek just beyond the edge of the forest clearing. 20 minutes, 30, 40? Difficult to tell really. But hey, the brook was very much a welcome sight for her sore eyes either way.

Hmm…..I wonder...

A quick cursory scan across the surroundings confirmed that navigating through the shallow waters would be a Highly efficient trek across to get to the other side for Lucy.

And it'd shave a bunch more time off my trip than it would go all the way around. Not to mention, the opportunity for her to hopefully scope out the perfect spot for laying low. Like, say a cave or a grove beneath the cover of trees to set up camp with the much-welcomed cozy heat of a crackling fire.

It'd be nice to take a breather and regroup with my spirits. Figure out my next move. Maybe even get a quick bite and some shut-eye. Even better if it's in Natsu's arms and I can convince him to let us spend a few days together in the woods instead of being cooped up in that goddamn horrible fortress. Just us, plus Happy and my spirits when they pop by. Either way, all in all, it should be a nice retreat from all the chaos. God, I miss them all already. Okay, gonna cross.

All decided then, a proverbial hop, and skip to the stream it was.

A few minutes later

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A bit chilly and soggy but not the worst experience overall.

Kind of impossible for the blonde not to notice the river water soaking into her boots though.

Definitely unfortunate though no biggie ... I'll just hang the boots by a fire to dry and wear shoes from one of my star dresses.

"Lucy-hey !"

Natsu's audible shout pierced through her thoughts.

Sounds like he found me ...

"Up here, Luce!" The voice hollered down a second time with an undeniable note of urgency. "Yeah, look up!"

Definitely Natsu then ...

Lucy's eyes flickered above to see the aloft fire demon in the air with unfurled wings.

"There ya' go. Wait. Why are you—" he began to question, brows knitting together in confusion. " Never mind. That's not important right now. How about you finish crossing and meet me on the other side?"

"Sure," Lucy complied, finding no actual reason to object. God knows she couldn't help but desperately need— no crave-to be inside her soulmate 's robust arms as if deprived of precious oxygen for too long. So much so that i had to be some kind of astounding miracle that her already fragile self- resolve didn't shatter sooner ."Meet you on the other side."

"Yep."

The celestial wizard watched Natsu sail over her head with relieved eyes before; making her way over to a grassy bank. Not long after, the demon lord's feet landed on solid ground just as she reached the river's edge.

Finally…

"Land ho, huh?". Natsy let loose a breath of tremendous relief. "Thank god you're all right. Honestly had me pretty worried there when I caught whiffs of your blood. Here- let me help you." An open hand to his mate who gladly accepted.

"Thanks," she breathed, a faint smile pulling at the corner of her lips. So warm ... Mavis knows that it was impossible for the celestial wizard not to relish in the blissful warmth of the fire eater's touch. "and I accidentally ended up slicing my hand open when running earlier. Probably the reason why you could smell a bit of my blood too .

"Aw Shit... yeah," Natsu echoed, brow creasing in moderate concern." That does make a lot of sense actually. Can I take a look?"

"S-Sure..." Lucy willingly let her palm be turned over by Natsu's hand with the still-bleeding gash in plain sight.

"Oh crap— this is pretty bad". He sighed, dismaying the corner of his lips into a frown ."Not life-threatening but you're still gonna need stitches for sure". A thumb brushed over Lucy's wound; with such delicate care, that warmth flooded her veins.

"So sorry about your hand Luce. We'll get you fixed up in no time though."

"Okay... I don't doubt that ."

"Good to hear."

Still, there's something bothering me about Jackal and the others...

"Hey, Natsu?" Lucy spoke up, trying her most damnest to sound nonchalant—untroubled even. No need to panic prematurely after all. "I was wondering about Jackal, Rayan, and Tempest."

"Yeah, what about them?" Natsu's attentive hum along with the open light of his gaze in response to her question was an encouraging sign . "Now, where did I put that cloth? Be pretty useful for your hand right now. I'm still listening by the way. Please continue."

"Okay. So.. those three aren't searching for me too, are they?" Lucy couldn't mask the tremor in those words; not with the surge of terror shooting through her heart. "Really don't want either one of them coming after me..."

It'd be terrible...

"Those slimy bastards won't be getting anywhere near you, Lucy," E.n.d. declared, voice coming in eerily calm with a distinct edge that bordered on lethal. "Trust me. I'll make damn sure of that. His tone dropped to a thinly-veiled threat of menacing proportions that sent a chill down Lucy's spine." By smashing all their teeth by breaking and crushing every worthless bone in their bodies if they so much as lay a finger on ya' or even try. "

Jeez... Natsu really would go that far to keep me and everyone he loves safe, wouldn't he?

"Hell, why not broil their flesh to a blackened crisp too? Pretty sure I told em' as much and more before setting out to find you earlier."

"Okay��"

" Aw Damn.."

Just for Natsu's eyes to instantly soften at the unfettered panic that was written all over Lucy's face.

"Whoa easy there" The dragon slayer soothed, running the back of his hand down her cheek in a gentle caress. " It's gonna be alright, sweetheart. I'll protect you if it comes down to a fight. Just like I always have— promise. Plus, we got your spirits to back us up or get you out of here or create a distraction if we bump into those guys again. It'll be fine, okay ?"

"Okay," Lucy let out a breath, speeding heart rate now slowing down. Her fears were eased by Natsu's attentive care after all. "Okay. I feel a lot better. Thanks, Natsu."

"Yay— that's the spirit, Luce!" Natsu approved, flashing his mate a sunny grin that set her heart aflutter. "And anytime. Now lemme' get your hand bandaged up for ya'."

"Alrighty."

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burnedbyshoto · 5 years

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Welcome Home - Part 5

Part One ⋆ Part Two ⋆ Part Three ⋆ Part Four

todoroki shouto x mother!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, a little...child abuse cuz kidnappers

word count: 3.2k

a/n: :) cana and Katsuo are the twins. Katsuo was born 2 minutes before cana, and they look nothing alike. Katsuo resembles you, and cana resembles Shouto.

Your house was in chaos.

With the twins being born the Todoroki residence was never clean anymore.

Cana and Katsuo wailed constantly as you sobbed nightly into Shouto’s chest. You didn’t remember it being this hard with Kaito. You watched with apologetic eyes as Shouto slipped back into bed, his body immediately seeking yours again.

“You don’t need to do this yourself...” You mumble as Shouto’s head comes and lays on top of your chest. You feel his arms wrap around your sore body. To this day it made no sense how you barely showed during the duration of your pregnancy, but you also believed to be sorer than with Kaito.

“I want to do it,” Shouto yawns against your chest, and your fingers play gently with his hair. “Besides, I haven’t been home, and with Kaito out of school right now, it’s been chaotic for you.”

You hum, there was definitely no denying it. You had locked yourself away in a closet at one point to cry because all three of your children were demanding attention. You didn’t notice, however, the tears now falling down your face until your sniffled.

Shouto’s eyes were on yours the second you sniffled, and he pushes himself off the mattress. “Don’t cry, my love...” Shouto soothes, his hand reaching out to brush away your tears. “I know it’s been hard.”

“Around this time with Kaito, I was already back into the gym! But I don’t think I can do that!” You choke as you press your face closer to Shouto’s. Tears flowing. “It’s so hard without you here! I know everyone comes and helps when they can, but it’s not the same!”

In one smooth motion, Shouto sits up and pulls you close to him. His arms wrapped around you tightly as he strokes your back. “Look at me, baby.” Shouto whispers and you look at your husband who presses a kiss to your forehead. “You’re doing amazing, okay? I know it’s hard, and I’m sorry I couldn’t get more time off of work, but everything’s okay... you don’t have to back out on the field just yet! You birthed two of our babies in less than five minutes. You’ll get back where we need you to be later.”

His gaze is unbreakable, and despite the fat tears running down your face, you bring his mouth to yours. You savor the kiss as Shouto tilts his head to deepen it. His vanilla and strawberry scent wafts over you as he presses you against the bed. Your lips are leisurely moving against his, and his hands trail down to your waist. Warm hands gently touching your skin.

The house was quiet, and the door was closed. Your hands trail down to his shoulders when his tongue prods yours. His tongue clouds your mind as it presses up against yours, and you’re at a loss of breathe when his thumbs draw circles into your skin.

“Shouto...” You moan softly as he suckles gently on your bottom lip. The two of you stare at each other, communicating with only looks on how far this was going tonight. Your hands reach for his shirt and pull it over his head, sealing your agreement, and you relish in his heat as he presses up against your body.

His touch on your body is similar to fire, heating you up, and always creating a reaction as his hands move to get your shirt off of you.

“Mama?” A voice calls out, and the door is thrown open.

Just as quickly, you shove Shouto off and sit up.

Kaito rubs his eyes as he stands in the doorway. His red hair ruffled and messy. “I had a nightmare...” Kaito whimpers as he walks over to the bed.

“Come here, my baby,” You say, lifting Kaito from the floor and onto your bed, glancing over at Shouto who had his face buried into the pillow. His back was tense, letting you know that he was trying to calm himself.

“What’s wrong with papa?” Kaito questions as he crawls into the space between the two of you. HIs e/c glistening with tears and concern.

Shouto peeks his face out from the pillow, and sighs, “I had a nightmare too, your mama was helping me out.”

“Do you want me to hold you, papa?” Kaito asks a yawn tearing away at his throat.

You smile as Shouto agrees, and soon afterward, all three of you are passed out on the bed.

*******

The following morning, you awoke to Shouto leaving the bathroom dressed in his hero outfit. “Good morning.” Shouto mouths and he motions towards Kaito who was laying by the headboard. He must have climbed on top of Shouto during the night.

You roll your eyes at Shouto but grin as he walks over and presses a kiss to your forehead, cheeks, nose, and finally on your lips.

“I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Mmm...”

“Stay safe, and call me if anything happens.”

“I always do...” You agree as you bring your husband back in for one more kiss before he leaves.

And as if the twins knew that Shouto was gone, the second the door clicked, wails sounded out from the hallways. Well, it looked like you weren’t going to get any more additional rest.

Kaito woke up on his parent’s bed, he had the worst nightmare last night. Being abandoned by his family, he had woken up sobbing unable to figure out why they had left him. Kaito knew babies were a lot of work. You and papa would often remind him of that when the babies were almost there, and especially more so now that the babies were here.

Kaito loved his baby brother and sister. Cana looked a lot like him, but with hair that resembled his papa’s. Katsuo, however, was who Kaito was jealous of. Katsuo looked exactly like you, and Kaito wanted to look just like you.

Kaito was a big boy though, he was five years old and with an amazing quirk, so he knew that his parents weren’t going to have all the time in the world for just him. But it did make him upset that while he was on break, and you barely had any time to play with him.

Seeing that he was alone in the room, Kaito slid off the bed in search for you.

He found you pretty quickly, you were in the nursing room, rocking Cana to get her to stop crying while Katsuo babbled in the crib. If Kaito was being honest, babies were pretty boring.

“Good morning, mama.” Kaito greeted you as he walked to hug you.

“Good morning, Kaito-chan.” You say, a bit distracted, but still lean down to press a kiss onto his head as Cana wails.

Kaito walked over to Katsuo and smiled, sticking his hand through the crib bars, he let Katsuo hold onto his hand. But a surprise shriek left Kaito’s mouth as Katsuo bit down hard.

The scared baby now began to cry, and Kaito whipped around to see your face looking tired and annoyed.

“Kaito-chan, can you go get me Katsuo’s chewing toy?” You ask, your voice strained with overwhelmed emotions as Kaito nods, leaving to find the toy.

Kaito looks in the living room, and can’t find it. Looks outside, and can’t find it. He looks in his room, and he finds it on his shelf. Kaito enjoyed hiding his sibling's toys, as he still thinks they’ll be able to play around with him like that.

Bounding back over to the room, Kaito presents the chewing toy to you. and you take it graciously. “Thank you, my baby.” You sigh as you give the toy to Katsuo who stops crying at the sight of it. “Did you brush your teeth?”

Silence.

“Go do that piggy, I’ll get breakfast going for the both of us.”

Nodding, Kaito leaves to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. Once he’s done, he runs to the kitchen where he sees you wrestling with the twins to get them to sit in their high chairs, and Kaito sighs.

“Mama, I’m hungry!”

“I know, Kaito-chan, give me a second.”

Kaito watches as Cana refuses to be put into the high chair. “Mama, I really am hungry!”

Your tired eyes lock on Kaito.

“I know, baby, just hold on.”

Kaito kicks his foot on the ground as you manage to get a fussy Cana into a high chair and move to get Katsuo into his.

“Mama, I’m starving!”

You tense a bit, “Kaito, I’m busy right now. I am also hungry, but I can’t start cooking until your siblings are put away. I need you to be patient.”

“But I am being patient!” Kaito whines, tears brimming his eyes. You and papa were always busy with the babies, and papa with work, why couldn’t he be put first for once?

“Kaito--”

“Mama! I just want breakfast, and the babies got to eat already! Why can’t I?!”

Your eyes snap towards Kaito, and you can see the tears running down his face, and at that moment, you don’t know what to do. “The babies need to eat because they’re growing a lot faster than you, and they can’t wait. You can wait because you’re a big boy.”

“I don’t want to wait.” Kaito huffs his eyes looking away, and you feel like crying.

“What do you want for breakfast, Kaito-chan?” You ask, trying to deescalate the mood of the room.

“Nothing, because I’m not a baby.” Kaito sniffs as he walks away.

You don’t follow after him, giving Kaito the time to calm down, so you turn to make him his favorite breakfast. Cold soba noodles.

Oh yes, your husband was the worst influence on Kaito.

Walking down the hallway to get to his room, Kaito heard a knock on the front door, hearing that you weren’t coming for the door, he opened it.

Kaito opened it without asking, because maybe even if you were mad at him, you’d be paying attention to just him. But what stood before him wasn’t anything he expected.

Three large figures in black were there, and Kaito stilled. His eyes widened as a hand lashed out towards him, and Kaito wasn’t able to give out a single noise as they took him. The door closing quietly as they vanished.

It took half an hour, but you had finished the meal and called out for Kaito to come and eat.

No response.

“Kaito-chan!” You yell again, taking the plates to the table, kissing the top of Cana and Katsuo’s heads who were slamming their trays with glee.

Nothing.

“Todoroki Kaito, this is your mother, come get your breakfast!”

Silence.

You sigh, glancing at the twins before quickly walking to Kaito’s room, he was being a bit of a brat, but again it was understandable.

His room was empty, but you shrugged it off.

His bathroom was empty, and you felt queazy.

“Kaito?”

Your room and bathroom were empty.

As was the nursery.

As was the twin's future rooms.

“Kaito?!”

You raced to the living room. It was empty.

The backyard? Empty.

Panicked cries escaping your throat as you looked at every corner for your baby, but he was gone. You walked to the front hall, and your blood froze. The front door was unlocked.

“KAITO?!”

You were sobbing, panicking, bawling. Your phone pressed to your ear as you were calling Shouto.

“Hello--?”

“Kaito’s missing!” You shriek as you scurry into the kitchen where the twins are babbling. “He’s missing!”

****

“To Pro-Heroes Shouto and y/h/n.” A voice commands over every electronic device in your city. “If you do not meet our needs, you will not be seeing your son again.”

Kaito was on the floor, bruised, crying, bloody.

“Please renounce yourselves as heroes, and leave a bag of two million yen’s outside your home, and he will be returned to you. You have three hours, and I wouldn’t wait too long... every passing minute he’s going to start looking uglier and uglier.”

The screens returned to normal.

There was a blood-curling shriek coming from the Todoroki residence that day.

****

Your eyes are cold, broken, and puffy as you slip on your hero costume. You’re ignoring everything everyone is telling you. It was your fault he was missing, your fault he was taken. You were getting your baby boy back.

“Love, I don’t think--”

“Shouto, please stop trying to change my mind, Fuyumi-chan is on her way over right now to look after Cana and Katsuo.” You steely respond. You attach the belt to your waist. It was a tighter fit, but nothing that would impede on your ability to fight or move.

“It’s been almost seven months.”

“I don’t care.”

“We’re all going out to find him,” Shouto restates, his hands grabbing yours. “You don’t need to come.”

“I know.”

“Love--”

“It was my fault!” You splutter, tears pouring from your eyes. “I haven’t been there for him! What is wrong with me?! I just don’t know what to do, but I can’t just stay home--!”

“I know...”

“--I can’t let someone else find him, and for Kaito to realize that I just stayed home! I need to go out there, Shouto! I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Shouto sighs, his hands gripping your puffy face.

“We’re going to get him back, okay?” Shouto whispers trying to get you to look at him, your eyes fleeting every which way. “He’s hurt, but we will get him back. Kaito is going to be okay. He’s got your spirit.”

You shake your head as Shouto pulls you into a hug, “Let’s calm down, I already told the others what we’re doing. Shoji will be with us two, as soon as you calm down, okay?”

You nod against his chest, wiping away your tears, there was no time to wallow. Your baby was out there.

“Let’s go.” You say pulling away pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you...”

*****

Kaito stares at the floor, he’s starving now, and he’s tired.

He doesn’t know what these men want, only that they wanted to hurt his parents. But his parents probably didn’t want him anymore, he was just annoying them. Plus they had two babies now... why would they need him.

His eyes move to linger on the men who are whispering among themselves. Kaito can’t even use his quirk... that one man was able to absorb others quirks for five minutes, and well, Kaito was being kicked every four.

“I’m... I’m hungry...” Kaito tries again, hopeful that he was going to get a different reaction than the several other times that he’d ask.

“Shut the hell up, kid.” The man barks, his angry yellow eyes locking on him. He stands up, storming over. “How many goddamn times do I need to tell you that we don’t. Fucking. Care.”

Kaito sobs as his skins stings with pain. It hurts.

What did he do to deserve this?

“You’re such a weak fucking kid. Are you sure you’re a legacy child?” The man mocks kneeling on top of Kaito who struggles under the weight.

Anger flares within Kaito, but it’s extinguished by the overwhelming pain and sorrow, and within time... he succumbs to the pain and just lays there. Broken, battered, and bruised.

Kaito’s unaware of the chaos that happens next. The ice enveloping the room, the whizzing of your quirk, the screaming, the yelling, the sound of people fighting, and the sound of his name being yelled.

He’s unresponsive when he feels himself being lifted off the floor, his eyes remaining on the floor.

Kaito passes out to the sight of you and his dad frantically trying to get him to stay awake.

****

You sit in the hospital room.

You’re still in costume as you watch Kaito on the hospital bed, covered in bandages, and a cast on his arm. Shouto is next to you, his arm holding you close as he had passed out on your shoulder.

It had been ten hours and he was still knocked out, it had been ten hours since you found that monster kneeling on top of your son, and the next thing you knew you were running full speed ahead. Shouto yelling for you to wait and Shoji cursing as they both went in.

Despite being inactive for a while, everything flowed naturally for you, and you found yourself using a larger percentage of your quirk than you normally use.

They were defeated easily, but Kaito passed out seconds after you got to him.

So there you sit now, unmoving, frozen, and cold.

You just want him to wake up.

Kaito’s eyes move, and you shift in Shouto’s grasp. Shouto’s eyes open and he’s disorientated. Kaito, on the other hand, snaps his open and screams.

It’s a broken scream, full of emotions that a five-year-old shouldn’t know. Tears streaming down his face as fire emits from his body.

You’re by his side immediately, the flames don’t matter to you as you clutch your babies face.

“Kaito-chan, it mama, it’s me, you’re alright!” You wail in return, emotions that had been locked away for hours resurfacing again.

The flames no longer burn you as your arms wrap around Kaito who is crying into your chest, his arms circling around you.

“You’re safe, Kaito...” You bawl. “You’re safe...”

wow.... you know that this series is supposed to be fuN AND CUTE?!?!?!?! FHIOHFGAIOFJAOHGOIAD I CRY

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The days following the kidnapping, Kaito was finally allowed to go home.

But Kaito was different. He wasn’t as outgoing, bright, or social anymore. Kaito would cower behind you or Shouto, and even at times, he didn’t want to be held by either one of you. He hadn’t let either you or Shouto hug or kiss him.

It hurt you. A lot.

Kaito clutches one of your fingers as you walk him into the house, the gurgling twins being held by Shouto as you guided Kaito into the house.

Your small family walks in, and you stare at Kaito unsure of how he was going to react to being home. Your eyes are on Shouto who nods in confidence. Without him, you would’ve been a mess.

You kneeled down to Kaito’s eye level and stroked his fire red locks.

“Welcome home,” You say to Kaito. “I’m sorry for not being a good mama.” Your voice is full of strain. Embarrassment forever causing this to happen to your baby boy was overwhelming.

Kaito looks at you, and you stare into his eyes, trying not to overwhelm him.

You watch as his eyes shift from pain to acceptance, and there’s tears welling in his eyes as he throws himself into your arms.

“I’m home, mama!” Kaito sobs into your neck. “I’m home!”

Those two words are repeated over and over again, your sobs and his own mixing together. Cana and Katsuo’s cries soon joining in, and Shouto’s arms envelopes everyone into a hug, tears falling from his own eyes.

“I... love y-you!”

“I love you so, so much more.”

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iwritesickfic · 4 years

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perfect, part 2

Over the course of the night, Dell occasionally lets details slip that give Bo a better picture of what his health is like. No matter what he has, he always runs a fever. The picture of health is a combination of various medications, caffine, and Dell’s general ability to maintain his poise. If it comes on during the week, he’ll need to keep it at bay until the weekend, or his soonest day off. Then it’s a mad dash to feel better before he needs to work again.

Bo sees several major flaws in the plan, and while Dell is propped up next to the humidifier, nursing a cup of tea, he decides to bring them up.

“Your methodology might not be so great,” he says, and Dell raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah? How so?” His voice is laced with sarcasm, but Bo just ignores it.

“If you don’t ever give yourself time to fully recover from something it’s just going to come back. It’ll just stretch the whole thing out. Wouldn’t it be worth taking a day off to spare another week of feeling like shit?”

“Astute observation, haven’t considered that,” he says, deadpan, and Bo frowns.

“Ok so then why -” Dell interrupts.

“Your math is off. Listen. Amount of days I can take off, zero. Amount of scheduled free time, static. Your equation is only considering I take time off. Which I can’t.” Bo sighs. Dell can do whatever he wants to do.

“I’ve seen your schedule, you could definitely take a day off,” he says, and Dell nods.

“That’s true.” He seems so casual, so uninterested, it’s almost annoying.

“So why not?” Dell takes a long sip of tea before turning his gaze to meet Bo’s.

“You’re forgetting something.” He pauses. “Someone, rather.” When he finally understands, he scoffs.

“Your mother?” He says, and when he sees Dell’s expression is still serious he feels bad for being so dismissive. “You’re an adult, she can’t -”

“She can. And she does.” A shiver rips through him and Bo feels awful for even bringing it up when Dell is so clearly already miserable.

“Do you own any sweatshirts?” He asks, and the question seems to catch Dell off guard. He laughs softly.

“What?” Bo’s glad the tension has lifted somewhat.

“You look cold, I wanna grab you something.” He’s really shivering now, so much so that he’s started to curl in on himself, presumably in an effort to keep warm. Dell shakes his head, his eyes closed. “You don’t have a hoodie?”

He opens his eyes a bit.

“I shouldn’t, it’ll make the fever worse.” Bo sighs. He wishes he could really comfort him. Hold him. Instead, he just gets up, walking over to the closet that looks like it could be its own room.

He flips on the light. Everything’s immaculate, as he expected, but there’s a drawer half open in the very back, and that’s where he finds Dell’s tiny collection of actual, comfortable clothes. He pulls out an oversized sweatshirt that feels soft from long term use, a few holes near the hem. It’s got a faded image, he can’t exactly make it out.

Walking back into the bedroom, he hears the tail end of a coughing fit. Dell’s just catching his breath when Bo hands him the sweater. Without warning, Dell pulls off his t-shirt, and Bo isn’t sure what exactly he should be looking at. It’s only his chest, it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it’s Dell. Dell who he thinks is so handsome. Dell who has a girlfriend. His body is perfect, no surprise there, except for a large scar that runs down his sternum. As he’s pulling on the sweater he seems to realize Bo’s staring.

“Yeah I know. It’s pretty bad.”

“No, it’s - it’s not that, that’s not why I...you just uh, you have a nice body. Or muscles, I mean. You’re in shape. But I guess I already knew that.” Bo stutters out, feeling himself digging a deeper and deeper hole. “I mean obviously I’ve never - just like, your arms, I guess -” Dell smiles.

“Relax, it’s fine. You hitting on me, it’s flattering.” It’s clearly just to push his buttons, but Bo can’t resist.

“I wasn’t hitting on you.” He hopes his flustered tone doesn’t give off the wrong message. Dell smirks.

“That’s a shame.” If Bo didn’t know any better he’d think Dell was flirting with him. But of course he isn’t. It’s just Dell being Dell.

“Do you feel any better?” he asks, and Dell sniffles, rubbing at his red nose with the cuff of his sleeve.

“Not really.” Bo feels his forehead, then again with the backs of his fingers. The medication had kept the fever down for a few hours but it’s clear it’s coming back full force. He’s still trembling with chills, jaw clenched to keep his teeth from chattering.

He shakes a few ibuprofen into Dell’s palm, and hands him the now lukewarm tea. He downs them quickly, wincing as they scrape past his likely-sore throat.

“You can probably go once I fall asleep,” he says, and burrows himself deeper into the comforter.

“Do you want me to go?” Bo asks, voice soft, and Dell sniffles wetly before answering.

“I want you to enjoy your time off.” He’s almost totally underneath the heavy white comforter now, just his eyes and his mop of curls visible.

“If I leave you here like this I definitely won’t.”

Dell sniffles again, and it takes a moment for him to reply.

“Well then, I guess you’ll have to stay.”

Dell falls asleep a little while later, but not before telling Bo how to use his coffee maker. It’s a french press, and Dell does an alright job, but between running a fever and not actually having it in his hands, Bo ended up having to google it anyway. He’s not very tired but he’d like to stay up as long as he can to keep an eye on Dell. He’s not a child, but sick as he is he’s basically helpless.

So Bo’s sitting in a likely expensive chair, drinking coffee, about a foot to Dell’s right, and alternating between reading Dell’s worn out “collected works of shakespeare” and scrolling through instagram. He’s just finishing a page when he hears coughing from under the covers. He keeps his eyes on the bed to see if Dell will get up - he’s probably due for more fever reducers anyway, so that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

The coughing eases up though without him emerging from the nest of blankets, so Bo goes back to reading. Only maybe a minute later it starts again, and Bo puts a hand on the mattress.

“Dell,” he says, half whispering, and the coughing starts to taper off. Again, less than a minute passes before he’s gripped in another fit. When it’s finally over, he untangles himself from the comforter and weakly pushes himself up on an elbow. He doesn’t seem to notice Bo is there, which just speaks to how bad his fever must be, and he takes a moment before sitting up all the way, resting his head in his hands. Bo’s not sure what to do. Make his presence known? Wait for Dell to notice?

He turns so one foot is on the floor, and he’s about to stand up when Bo puts a hand on his shoulder. Even through the sweatshirt, which is now almost damp, he can feel the heat of the fever.

Dell just looks up at him, confused, and Bo kneels down so they’re face to face. He still looks puzzled. Not alarmed or freaked out, which is good, but puzzled isn’t particularly good either.

“Wh-” He barely gets out a sound before launching into another fit of coughs, practically doubling over, face buried in his sleeve and Bo’s pretty sure the only thing keeping Dell on the bed is his hands on his shoulders. When he gets a respite, he half sits back up, his nose streaming. A sniffle makes his breath catch and forces out a few more coughs, and Bo graduates to letting him rest his forehead on Bo’s shoulder.

“You don’t need to get up, I’ve got it,” he says, and Dell shakes his head. “I do. I’ve got it. Lay back down.”

“No, I need meds,” he mumbles, the congestion apparent in his voice.

“I’ll grab em. Just stay in bed, alright?” Dell doesn’t reply, just shifts himself back onto the mattress, closing his eyes as another fit wracks his frame. Hurriedly, Bo grabs the thermometer, a bottle of cough syrup from the cabinet, a washcloth, and another bottle of water. When he gets back there’s enough space for him to sit halfway on the bed - one leg up, the other on the floor. Hesitantly, he feels his forehead - not that he needs to, but it seems a better way to wake him than to shake his shoulder. Sure enough, his eyes open, and he finally seems to actually see who’s in front of him.

“Bo,” he says, and Bo is sure he’s imagining it but it almost looks like he’s wearing a hint of a smile.

“Yeah, it’s me.” He brushes a few of the damp curls off his forehead. His eyelids flutter.

“It is you,” he says, and Bo almost wants to laugh.

“That’s correct.” He was hoping a little bit of conversation would make him more lucid, but no such luck. he grabs the washcloth from the nightstand and presses it to Dell’s overheated forehead. He doesn’t really react, which is a little worrying.

“But is it you? Is it really you?” He sounds like he’s trying to evaluate some philosophical idea.

“It’s really me,” he says, and flips the cloth so the cool side rests on his skin. “Can I take your temp?” He’s going to either way, but better to ask first.

“I have a fever,” he says. It sounds more like an unrelated statement than it an answer, but Bo slips the device under his tongue.

“That’s true.” It’s a few moments before the thermometer beeps, and Bo frowns when he sees the reading. 103.2. He looks back at Dell. “What’s the worst you’ve ever had?”

“Fuck...” He sighs and closes his eyes for a moment. “I think it was...my last year at university.” His voice is slow and lazy, as if he’s drunk. Not that Bo can actually picture Dell getting wasted enough to start slurring his words. “It wasn’t bad, really, but i found out she set up her phone. On my dresser. So she could sell it. The video.” Bo is deeply confused, eyebrows furrowed.

“What are you talking about?” He really hopes Dell isn’t fully delirious, that would be exceptionally bad. Dell opens his eyes, looking almost annoyed.

“You asked me the worst I ever had.” It takes Bo a moment to understand, then he can’t stop himself from laughing. Sex.

“No, that’s not what I meant. Why would I - and why would you even -” Dell frowns.

“So what did you mean then?” Now he looks confused, and Bo presses his palm to his forehead again. He doesn’t really need to, but Dell seems to like it and it’s the only comforting touch he can justify.

“Fever. Worst fever.” He’s guessing his fevers typically spike like this, but he can’t be sure without asking. Dell hums softly.

“104 probably. Somewhere around there. Probably higher but I was probably unconscious.” Bo breathes an inward sigh of relief. He’s definitely not doing great but at least it’s not catastrophic. He coughs again, luckily it doesn’t escalate into a whole fit but from the look on his face Bo can tell it’s painful. He uncaps the ibuprofen. “I need meds, Bo,” Dell mumbles, and Bo puts the tablets into his palm. He’s about to hand him the water when Dell just knocks them back dry. Sort of impressive, but also probably indicative of how often he actually needs ibuprofen that he’s gotten so good at it.

Bo is squinting to read the cough syrup label when Dell speaks.

“Top line. 10 mull.” Bo’s confused for a moment before he laughs again. M-L.

“Milliliters?” Bo says, even though he already knows.

“I guess,” he mumbles and takes the little cup. He downs it quickly, pushing himself up somewhat so he can have a drink of water. When he’s done he lays, more like falls, back down and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Thank you,” he says, but it doesn’t look like he’s feeling any better than he did before. Bo wishes there was more he could do. Anything more. He breaks into another fit of desperate coughs, burying them in his sleeve, and when he pulls back his nose is a mess. He sniffles, but Bo knows that’s not fixing anything.

“Here.” He hands Dell a few tissues and he wipes his nose, folding the tissue into neat little squares. When he’s done, he lets out a heavy, congested sigh, curling back up under the comforter. His eyes are open, but he’s still got that hazy, unfocused look.

“Can I ask you something?” He says, and Bo braces himself for what will probably be a bizarre fever-induced conversation.

“Go ahead.” Dell furrows his brow for a moment, like he’s really concentrating, before looking back at Bo.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Bo immediately feels himself blush and he prays Dell is too out of it to notice.

“Why are you asking me that?” He says, trying to keep his tone even and calm.

“Do you?” Dell just looks amused, and Bo feels his embarrassment grow.

“No. I don’t.” Dell’s expression doesn’t give anything away.

“Boyfriend?” Bo clenches his jaw.

“Are you making fun of me? Seriously? When I’m here-” Dell shakes his head vehemently, eyebrows knit together.

“No! No, no no no no. I’m...I want to know.” He looks ernest, so Bo relaxes somewhat.

“I don’t.” Dell frowns. Pouts, almost.

“You’re so pretty though. And so smart. And funny,” he says, still sounding so genuine in the way a fever makes you. Bo smirks.

“That’s very nice.” Dell shakes his head.

“S’not nice, s’true.” He pauses, rubbing his nose with his wrist. “I don’t want you to work for me.’

“Why’s that?” At this point, Bo knows nothing he’s saying holds any weight so he shouldn’t really take any offense, but the words still sting.

“Because I like you.” Now he’s really making no sense.

“Then why wouldn’t you want me to work for you?”

“Because.” He says, as if that’s an answer. When Bo still doesn’t really understand, Dell sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Because I can’t just date someone who works for me.”

Bo’s heart almost stops.

“I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

“Of course I do,” he says, still so casual.

“You’re straight. You have a girlfriend.” Dell frowns as if this is new information. It takes a moment, but he seems to finally understand.

“Oh! Emilia. Right.” Bo presses his lips into a line.

“Right.”

“Emilia’s not my girlfriend. God, I’m fucking freezing.” He pulls the comforter tighter around himself, and he looks so miserable it shifts Bo back into caretaker-mode. He tests Dell’s forehead again, even though it hasn’t really been long enough for the ibuprofen to have made a difference.

“Well, you’ve been sweating so everything’s probably damp. Do you want a new sweatshirt?” Dell shakes his head. “It’ll make you feel better.”

“Emilia’s not my girlfriend.” Bo sighs.

“Then who is she exactly?”

“It’s for...magazines. The internet and stuff. Fuck, it’s cold in here.” Bo’s at a loss. This is an insane amount of information, and it’s all coming from someone with a brain melting fever. There’s a chance it’s all genuine, but just as likely it could be total bullshit. Bo could show his cards, admit he likes Dell too, but if it doesn’t end up being real Bo will almost definitely lose this job.

“I’m gonna grab you a new sweatshirt, ok?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, just gets up and makes a beeline for the closet. He rummages for a moment through the drawer before finding what he’s looking for, and on the way back he tries to form some kind of plan. He comes up short.

Sitting back down on the bed he hands Dell the sweatshirt, and he sits up shakily, fumbling to take off the sweat damp piece of clothing along with the t-shirt underneath. The minute his bare skin meets the air his shivering ramps up and even when he gets the new one on he’s still trembling.

“The fever reducers should kick in soon,” Bo says, but his heart is aching not doing anything more than just sitting and watching. Before he can stop himself he’s wrapping his arms around him, pulling him tight against his chest. He lets out a shaky sigh, and Bo can feel the shivering start to calm. “Is this ok?” He whispers, and he feels him nod.

“Perfect.”

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spacecakes20 · 4 years

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Begin Again

Chapter 3: Sebastian, Third Time’s a Charm

(Chapter 2)

Sebastian didn’t know what to make of the new farmer. Granted, he had only met her twice, and both times ended so painfully, embarrassingly awkward, that he was sure people could just feel the embarrassment all the way from Calico Desert.

If their awkward first meeting wasn’t bad enough, the second meeting somehow ended up being worse. He felt it was mostly his own fault for being so zoned out, and the look of pure guilt on her face just made him feel even more guilt. And he didn’t even get the chance to apologize and assure her that no, it wasn’t her fault and to please stop looking at him like she’d just kicked a puppy. It was just a bloody nose; he was 50% sure it wasn’t broken. But she had run off before he could even get the words out and that just made him feel even more guilty. How she was able to make him feel guilty when he was the one standing there with a bruised face and a bloody nose, he’d never know.

At this point, he was just hoping the two would never run into each other again just to spare both their pride. Or what little was left of it anyway. It couldn’t be too hard. Avoiding people was practically his specialty. But if it was one thing Sebastian’s learned after living on this earth for the past 23 years was that the universe was a spiteful bitch. Perhaps Sebastian committed some unforgivable crime in his past life. Or maybe the universe just hated him specifically. Ether way, things never seemed to work out in his favor, and he doesn’t really know why he’s so surprised anymore.

They had somehow managed to avoid each other at the Egg Festival. He had thought she didn’t show up, but then later saw her chatting with Elliot and Leah. The three seemed engrossed in whatever they were talking about and were practically ignoring the actual festival. Which was good, because it meant the farmer never noticed him. So far so good, Sebastian had so foolishly thought. He should have known better than to be so optimistic.

The next time they would meet, it would be at the worst festival of the year; the dreaded Flower Dance. It was bad enough that Sebastian was forced into a stuffy and outdated suit that was an obnoxious color of teal, but he was also forced to dance in front of the whole town. Sure, the population of this town was 31, but that was still 31 too many. The number of people that he actually liked being around was 2 on a good day. And even then, he’d never be caught dancing, even around them. Unfortunately, he didn’t get much of a choice on the matter.

That day was already off to a wonderful start. Sebastian and his stepdad, Demetrius, got into an argument. He couldn’t quite remember what the argument was even about, but knowing Demetrius and how petty he could be, it could have been about anything. Eventually, his mother had to come and separate the two. So, Sebastian had decided to go out by the lake and cool his head with a smoke. Right as he pulled out his cigarette, a large gust of wind decided now would be the perfect time to make its appearance through the area, making the unsuspecting Sebastian drop his cig into the lake. Which might have been fine had it not been his last fucking one. Needless to say, he was not in a good mood at the moment.

Currently, Sebastian, Sam, and his other friend Abigail were over by the lake. Close enough to still be at the festival but far enough away to escape the chatter. The farmer wasn’t hard to spot. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail to the side, held together with a sunflower clip. Her bright yellow sundress stood out like a sore thumb; especially compared to the other younger residents; the women wearing their lacy white dresses, the men in tight blue tuxedos. Despite sticking out, he’d admit, the dress suited her. It complemented her warm skin and made her vibrant eyes stand out even more if that was at all possible.

“Hey!” Sam shouted from beside Sebastian, making him jump.

“What is it, Sam?” Abigail raised an eyebrow questionably.

“Is that Luna?” Sam pointed across the field at the woman in question.

Sebastian stiffened. He knew where this was going, and he didn’t like it. Before anyone could stop him, Sam cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “Hey Luna!”

She must not have heard him, because she continued her conversation she was having with his mother and for a moment Sebastian felt relief. That moment only lasted for a quarter of a second when Sam decided to shout her name even louder. That seemed to have caught the attention of not only her but also half the town. Everyone turned to the source of the shouting. Sebastian wished he could cease to exist, if only for a few minutes. Or an hour. Maybe even a week. Ether way, he really didn’t want to be here.

He saw Luna politely end her conversation with his mother, leaving with a shy wave before making her way over to the trio. He noticed she hadn’t given him eye any contact. Great.

“Hey, Sam.” She greeted him with a small smile.

“Hey, Lu! How are ya?” Sam’s voice normally didn’t grate on Sebastian’s nerves, but he wasn’t in the greatest of moods now.

“I’m alright.” Luna tried to appear nonchalant, but he noticed her shoulders were a little tense. Maybe this was as awkward for her as it was for him. For some reason, he found that thought comforting.

Sam had snaked his arm around Sebastian’s shoulder, “Have you met my buddy Sebastian here?”

Finally, finally, the two gave each other eye contact. If Sam or Abigail noticed the tension, they didn’t say anything.

“Yeah…” Luna trailed off, voice a little higher than before, “We’ve, uh… we’ve met.”

That seemed to have taken Sam by surprise. He whipped his head over to his friend so quickly, Sebastian was surprised he didn’t get whiplash.

“You did?” Sam questioned, “When?”

Luna averted her gaze, looking at a piece of grass like it held the secrets of the universe. Sebastian wished it did, then maybe it could tell him how to get out of this awkward encounter.

Sebastian swallowed, opening his mouth to speak. Maybe he could try to lighten the mood. Don’t say anything stupid. Try to play it cool. “She uh… hit me with a door.” He said the words before he had the time to think of the many different reasons why that was the worst possible thing he could have said. He mentally smacked himself. I could just… drown myself in the lake, right?

But to his surprise—and relief—he was met with the sound of a small amused chuckle. Looking at her face, her brows were raised in surprise, but her lips were upturned in amusement. This smile, though small, was vibrant, making her eyes sparkle. It was much better than that empty smile she had given him at the pier not so long ago.

“I did not!” She defended, then added more sheepishly, “I mean… I kind of… did…”

“What?!” Abigail and Sam said in unison, confused more than anything.

Luna held her hands up defensively, “It was an accident!” Her eyes met his and that look of guilt came rushing back in them. The same look she gave him outside of Pierre’s that made him feel like he kicked a puppy. “I didn’t… break it did I?”

It? Oh! Right! His nose! That’s right.

“Nah…” Sebastian hoped he sounded nonchalant, putting his hands in his pocket with a shrug, “It’s fine. Just bruised.”

“Oh!” Abigail gasped, lips twitching into a smirk, “Is that how you got that bruise?”

Before Sebastian could even answer, Sam interrupted his train of thought by bursting into a fit of laughs.

“Seriously?” Sam wiped a tear from his eye, “Here I thought you might have gotten into a fight or something. Turns out little miss Luna just took you out with a door!”

Abigail joined in with a snort, “Look at the bright side Seb.” She nudged Sebastian with her elbow, “At least now we know your face looks good in purple!” Sam and Abigail joined each other in a chorus of laughs.

“You’re so right!” Sam agreed through his laughter, “Purple is his color!”

It was nice to know his pain amused them so much.

Sebastian took the opportunity to steal a glance at Luna. The young woman was smiling, but it wasn’t vibrant, nor was it empty. It was one of the shy smiles people did when they were unsure of what to say or do but didn’t want to come across as rude by leaving. He could sympathize.

Clearing his throat, he brought Luna’s attention back to him. “Seriously,” He tried to sound convincing, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.”

He must have sounded more convincing then he thought because she gave him another one of her genuine smiles.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

That seemed to dial back the awkwardness if only for a second. But now they weren’t sure of what to say next, so the uncomfortable silence seemed to drag for what felt like hours. It had only been two minutes.

“So...” Luna was the brave soul who decided to break the quiet, “What’s this flower dance all about?”

That only earned her a groan from Sam, “It’s soooo dumb!” He grumbled, “Basically, it’s a dance—”

“Nooo, really?” Luna gasped in mock surprise, giving Sam a half-smile.

Sam only rolled his eyes, feigning annoyance, “Any-waaay… It sucks. But we all gotta do it anyway.”

“Why?”

“Because,” Abigail pipped in, “‘It’s ‘tradition.’” She made air-quotes with her fingers accompanied by an eye roll.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sam sighed.

Luna sent them a sympathetic smile.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow curiously, “Are you participating?” Come to think of it, she wasn’t dressed for the occasion.

She shook her head hesitantly, “No? I don’t think so anyway.”

“Do you have a partner?” Abigail asked.

Again, Luna shook her head, “Um, no. I don’t even know the steps.”

“Lucky.” Sam pouted.

“Yeah, I’m kind of jealous too.” Abigail agreed.

Sebastian agreed with a hum. He wished he could trade places with her. But despite his disdain for the Flower Dance, there was one thing he did look forward to. Looking over to Abigail, he couldn’t help the ghost of a smile that graced his lips.

“So, what about you guys?” Luna tilted her head questionably, “Do you have a partner?”

Sam had the nerve to look almost sheepish, “Yeah, I do.” He smiled shyly, eyes drifting off before catching himself, “Oh, but maybe we could dance together next year?”

Luna gave a slight smile before looking over to Sebastian. He avoided her gaze, eyes dropping to the grass below his feet. “What about you?” She asked, “Do you have a partner?”

Sebastian’s eyes subconsciously looked over to Abigail, before averting his gaze to a nearby tree. “Yeah.” He answered, “There’s someone I have in mind.”

Before Luna could even give him an answer, Mayor Lewis called for all the young residents to take their places for the Flower Dance.

Sam gave an exaggerated groan, “That’s our cue.” He said before running off. Before he could get too far, he turned to Luna with a wink and said, “See you on the other side!"

Luna gave a light laugh and shook her head, “Have fun!”

Before his brain could catch him, the words fell out of Sebastian’s mouth before he even realized, “We won’t.” He winced when he realized what he said might have sounded harsh. Turning, he slowly meets Luna’s gaze. He was washed over with relief when he saw she was trying to hold back a laugh. The sparkle in her eyes almost looked mischievous.

“Then,” She responded, “try not to die of embarrassment.”

“No promises.” He said back. Turning, he made his way to the middle of the field where everyone was lined up with their Flower Dance partner. The music started, and Sebastian and Abigail followed the steps they both knew so well, they didn’t even have to think. They’d been partners for this dance since they were teens. Sebastian still remembered how flustered he was the first time they had danced together. If he recalled correctly, she was nervous too. Abigail’s hair was chestnut back then, but the current purple curls felt more suiting for her round face and rosy cheeks.

“New farmer seems nice.” Abigail whispered low enough for only Sebastian to hear, “What do you think?”

He simply shrugged, “I dunno.”

“You don’t think so?” She quirked an eyebrow at him curiously.

“I mean, we haven’t known her very long.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just mad she assaulted you with a door?”

“Ha. Ha.” Sebastian responded dryly.

There was a part in the dance where the men switched sides with their partner in one seamless turn. From this new angel, Sebastian caught sight of the farmer in question. He was surprised to see she was alone. She had distanced herself to the corner of the fence that lined the forest, away from any residents. Even though she was watching the dance, her eyes looked distant. As though her mind were elsewhere. Something about it made her look… lonely. Like she didn’t quite fit in and she knew it. Her bright yellow dress seemed to only accentuate that fact. Sebastian didn’t know why, but he felt a ping of guilt at that realization. It was too late to be Luna’s dance partner now. Even so, he probably wasn’t suited to be her dance partner anyway. She’d probably be more comfortable with Alex or even Sam. Someone who was more outspoken and could carry a conversation. Someone who wouldn’t make the whole thing feel awkward.

Finally, after what felt like a millennium, the dance was over. Sebastian didn’t even wait to hear the announcement of the Flower Queen. It would probably be Haley, just like it was last year. And the year before that. He didn’t really care. Just wanted to get home and get out of the tux and into something comfortable asap. And maybe sneak in a nap while he’s at it.

(Chapter 4)

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