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lorkai · 2 years

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Request here! Mc reunites with a long lost sibling. Maybe the sibling was imprisoned or presumed dead etc. Then he/she just shows up during a date with one of the brothers.

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A/N: Anonies, since the requests were similar I took the liberty of mixing the two together. It was a really, really cute request and I thank you for requesting. I also refer to Mc's brother as M/B (My brother), since I couldn't choose a name for him. I was thinking of a name that rhymes with Mc, but if in my native language I can't rhyme then obviously I would be terrible in english too lol. Anyway I hope you like it! :)

Pairing: Satan x Gn! MC

"Don't you think the concept of beauty is strange?" Your voice cut through the silence of the night, the moonlight illuminating your face and those eyes he loved so much. "The stars that shine up there are dead and yet, we watch them with great fascination because of the beauty they possess. I've been thinking about that ever since that conversation we had with Asmo."

Your question, however, was promptly forgotten by Satan. He was paying more attention to your voice than anything else going on around him. His brothers' voices drifted in and out of focus like an irritating echo, but your voice was soothing, as medicine is for a wounded person. It was soft in the right tone and seeing your adorable face after wanting you all to himself, holding you in his arms while the two of you enjoyed today's event instead of having to share your time with his brothers, made the his heart leapt inside his chest.

You enveloped him in a customary, warm embrace. He always liked your habit of hugging people dear to you when you saw them, it was so cute. And he allowed himself to melt in your arms, laying his head on your neck immediately and wrapping his arms around your waist, it was as if nothing else mattered in that moment. Surely Mammon's screams didn't matter, nor the smell of wood burning in the fire or crickets chirping, hidden among the trees or wherever they were, all that mattered was that Satan was with you and your fingers on his blond hair curling his locks, messing up his hair.

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. You think the stars are beautiful, but in my eyes the greatest beauty here is you." He smiled, leaving a slight kiss over your forehead and opened his eyes to see what expression you was making right now. When you were embarrassed you always looked away or played with your fingers, a habit you told him you had since childhood. “If I had to choose a synonym for beauty, it would definitely be MC. After all, you're like a perfect work of art that everyone would love to look at, but no one could touch you like I can, like I can love you.”

"Satan!" You looked away, with a big smile on your face. Admitting you were embarrassed was certainly embarrassing, but you held his hand and decided to walk over to the others so Satan wouldn't start professing his love through poetry as he had done many times in the past. “Let's eat, the comet rain will soon fall!”

The smell of baked bread and pastries reached his nose with admirable precision. The sound of his stomach growling like crazy had you laughing and pulling him with you, sitting down on a relatively large towel next to Levi. The otaku pointed to the basket full of food was fresh, straight from the oven, mumbling how Beel and Belphie were arriving with more food. But Satan could only think of how your knees were touching as close as they were, he was a fool even after all these months in a relationship with you, but he was a lovable fool and you knew how he felt. You felt the same.

Satan served you bread and cake while you took plastic cups from a bag and poured juice into them. The two of you ate in small bites to feel the texture of each food and how the flavor blended on my tongue. The mix of food from Devildom and Celestial Realm made you feel excited for the event that would take place in a few minutes and you hoped the others would make it in time.

"About five minutes to go." Mammon said suddenly, looking up at the sky expectantly.

"It's been millennia since the last comet shower." Lucifer replied, clearing his throat. “The last time we came here Satan was so small and he was chasing all the comets, he said he wanted one of the bright stars to keep in a little jar. Was really--"

“Hey, that's enough!” Satan nearly choked on the fast way the words left his throat. A blush crept into his cheeks and his brother seemed to chuckle at it, weighing the pros and cons of keeping quiet today, but Satan seemed lucky because Lucifer simply shrugged and he pulled Mammon to finish his job of setting up the tents. “Why does he have to say shameful things like that?”

“LMAO Satan is having an existential crisis, posted!” Levi laughed, patting his younger brother on the back as if that would comfort him.

“Satan dear, don't be embarrassed. You were cute when you were a kid and you had such squeezable cheeks.” Asmo said while looking for something in his bag. To your boyfriend's horror was a picture of him dressed in a peacock onesie and with several plush toys on his small arms. You found his cheeks were really squeezable, it would be tempting to resist squeezing them now, but you resisted to let Satan retain an ounce of his dignity. “Wasn't he a cutie, Mc? He said the funniest things most of the time too, oh brother I love you, thanks for being here, will you sleep with me? He was a cutie!”

You tried to suppress a laugh with a cough, but it was too late. You were cackling loudly as Satan huffed in displeasure and ignored everything going on around him, eating more bread while it was still hot. "Sometimes I wonder why I love you so much." He sighed dramatically. And you rolled your eyes.

"It is not obvious?" You muttered, pointing proudly to yourself, and giving one of those almost impossible-to-resist smiles that made him want to keep it in his memories, but he focused his gaze on the cake and not your beautiful eyes. "I'm perfect, that's why you love me." He rolled his eyes this time.

"You're walking a lot with Asmo, Mc." Satan chuckled. But he didn't deny it, the human was indeed perfect. And he held your hand, forgetting about the photo and the past once more. "Yeah, I love you. But I don't just love you for the looks, I love you because you are you and you're the sweetest, most amazing human I've ever had the honor of meeting."

“Satan is flirting with Mc for the fifth time during the night. Help." Levi typed, not caring how his comments cut into the romantic mood Satan had been trying to create since early this afternoon. It was almost like he knew what he was doing, but you had to remember that he was socially inept and most likely didn't know what he was doing. “And posted.”

"That won't do, come Levi, we're going, um... We're going to my tent." Asmo stood up, patting his clothes as if there was some dust on the fabric, the avatar of lust immediately tried to drag his brother away, choosing to ignore how he screamed about being taken out of his natural habitat and how he didn't want to socialize at the moment. He was as dramatic as Asmodeus himself. "I need your opinion on what shirt I should wear, it's pretty cold today."

“But you already have your shirt on!”

"I need another shirt, Leviathan."

You two watched them leave, bickering. And finally alone you laid your head on Satan's shoulder and you both enjoyed the closeness and the comfortable silence. Not a second passed and several bright spots ripping through the sky to make their show and you were smiling. It wasn't like you'd never seen this before, but it was your first time seeing a comet shower in Devildom and the simplest things in the demon world fascinated you. Fish had wings, trees liked to scream to scare people and Devildom's comets were interesting, all the pieces had different colors like gemstones.

"They're beautiful, Satan." You heaved a sigh, fascinated by the sight. “Thanks for bringing me here and showing me this. I loved it."

It was impossible to take your eyes off them, graceful and almost as luminous as the fireworks of the human world but without the irritating noise. You ran your hand down Satan's shoulders until you reached his hand, holding it affectionately and he leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. He was smiling, explaining about its origin and importance, and how that comet shower was a millennium-long event. But you lost focus for a second, noticing how one of the comets was much stronger and faster than the others and fire seemed to surround it. You turned to point at it, but you couldn't.

A loud bang echoed throughout. The ground under your feet shook and the wrath demon threw himself on top of you, trying to protect you from the probable earthquake that was taking place, your mind seemed to freeze for a moment as everything shook and the sound of the tree leaves swaying along. the panicked voices almost made you hyperventilate, trying to remember what you should do in this kind of situation.

Disoriented, the birds began to fall and the brothers stumbled out of the tents, soiling their clothes and hurting themselves in the process. Lucifer grabbed Mammon by the arm as he forced him to lie down and shouted the same to the others, even though his voice was a sound you couldn't make out and the words lost their meaning before they registered in your brain. You felt Satan's cold hands on your face in a mute question that you were okay and you nodded, trying to move to see if nothing was broken during this very strange episode. You looked at him and behind him was an illuminated figure, tall and its body wrapped in a flaming cape - he was intact after the fall and didn't seem to be bothered by the flames as they didn't seem to expand or bother its skin. You couldn't see this person's face, but you were pretty sure it was a human.

The person reached out to you as if asking for help, but Satan slapped it away and looked at the other as if he was about to interrogate or punch it, he was considering the options and you understood him. Someone capable of surviving such a fall was certainly powerful and even dangerous. But your hand on his shoulder stopped him and he turned to help you up, checking to see if you had any injuries. Aside from the sudden scare you were fine.

“Hooray, Mc.” The person said the syllables of your name with a drag and carefully removed the hood from its face, revealing a face you thought you would never see again. “Have you forgotten me, youngest?”

Never, you wanted to scream at that moment, but your whole body had been paralyzed in the midst of indecision on how to act in such a meeting of fate. Should you punch him and yell at him? Should you hug him like you used to in the old days? Standing in front of you was your older brother, who had also been missing for years. With annoying little tears in your eyes you remembered how you put up posters all over town with his picture, how you endured it all without crying because your family was torn apart from having lost a child and by your side Satan who was confused hid you behind his back, not understanding what was happening and imagining that the person in front of him was dangerous.

“If you touch them, you will regret it.” He warned. "I will guarantee that until the last minutes of your life."

Your brother laughed, waving his hands as if he couldn't believe what he'd just heard. He was never the sharpest tool in the shed or that's how he presented himself to people, behind Satan's back you watched as the brothers carefully surrounded him, every move calculated and strategic.

“Who is he, Mc?” Lucifer's voice was serious.

And it's not like you don't understand all their hesitation and care. It's not every day that a person gets out of a comet and starts walking among people, in fact, even by Devildom's standards of normality that wasn't common. It looked like something from Levi's games or Satan's books, something you wouldn't believe and if it was a prank you'd find it incredibly cruel. But you knew him and the gleam in his eyes told you how scared and confused he was too, yet trying to look strong. You were sure that was your brother, your instincts and your magic told you that with all their strength.

"He's my big brother." You said, testing how those words sounded on your tongue. It was strange to see him there after all those painful years and sad memories, but your heart was glad and you felt like it might stop beating any minute now. It was almost like you were an excited kid who found out where your parents keep the candy, it was a feeling you only felt again after spending so much time with the brothers. It was something you had forgotten what it was like and you were jumping around inside your head. “Boys, I want to meet M/B. He... Um, I had told you about him.”

"But hadn't he died?" Mammon asked Levi. The otaku shrugged, writing something on his D.D.D quickly.

"No, he had disappeared." Asmo corrected, scanning his brother from head to toe. "Isn't that it, sweetie?"

“Yeah, that’s it.” You punched him in the chest which made him bend over and then you smiled again, quickly pulling him into the tightest hug of his life. "It's good to have you back, I want you to tell me everything that happened during these years."

He laughed. The sound was genuine and exactly the way you remembered it. “We'd better sit down. It's a long story."

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bnha-dumpster · 3 years

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Alright, just wanted to make sure you weren’t uncomfortable! Oh and, you can choose if this is pseudo or normal (?) incest. But I’d like to request something where Bakugou walks in on his younger brother (male reader, and they’re both over 18, but they still live with their parents) masturbating with his shirt on. (probably that skull t-shirt) Then Bakugou fucks him (possibly overstimulation) and Y/n has to worry about keeping his moans in because their mother is downstairs. (Also this might be stupid but- I don’t mind degradation, but if you decide to write it then maybe not too harsh? I’m sensitive atm lol)

Thank you, <3

oh i actually like the premise of this! this is soft big bro bakugou hours

pairing: older brother bakugou x little brother male reader content warnings: incest, masturbation, praise kink, big brother kink, secret sex, overstimulation, excessive use of the word “nii-san” word count: 1.6k

You’ve always loved your brother. Well, maybe you love him too much. You’re not sure of the “normal” amount of love you should give a sibling, but you’re pretty sure you’re past that.

It might be from the fact that you think you don’t think he loves you at all- in any way. Bakugou has always been an aggressive person, you know that. He treats everyone roughly, even the people he cares about. You should be used to it. Still, it hurts. You didn’t inherit the tough skin your brother did and you’re sure that he thinks you’re weak for it.

Your yearning for your brother to care for you devolved into something else. That brotherly love was replaced with something else and it’s made your life harder. It makes his harshness hurt more than it used to. All you want is for him to tell you that you did good or that he cares about you in some way.

You have to make up for the lack of love somehow.

Clad in only your brother’s shirt, just slightly larger than what you wear, you immerse yourself in the ways you wish your brother treated you. Maybe him fucking you isn’t exactly how you should be imagining your brother, but it’s what you’re doing. The scent of your brother surrounding you as you stroke yourself and thrust two fingers inside yourself is more than enough to make up for your lack of love. At least, for now it is.

“N-nii-san... Please, Nii-san...”

Your whimpers and whines are muffled, as quiet as they can be. You want to cry out and be as loud as your heart desires, but your mom and brother are downstairs. There’s no way you can disturb them. There’s no way you can let them see you like this.

“What do you want Nii-san to do, hm?”

For a moment, you think the gravelly voice of your older brother is just in your head. It’s the click of the lock on your bedroom door that makes you realize it definitely isn’t just your imagination.

Bakugou leans against the wall. He stares down at you with his arms crossed, expression unreadable. Is he disgusted? Does he want to hit you? Will he ridicule you? You have no idea what he’s going to do.

What you don’t expect is for him to begin stripping. The moment he tosses his shirt at you, there’s a second where you stop functioning. Your brother doesn’t care. He continues to strip in front of you. Each article of clothing tossed somewhere in your room. The blond ends up leaning over you, tugging at his shirt. Even if it’s baggy on you, it doesn’t cover the erection you’re trying to hide from him.

A predator-like grin is on his face as he looks down at you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say something. Wait- he is.

“I... I want Nii-san to...” Now that he’s here in front of you, you can’t seem to get your words out. He slides his hand under your shirt and goes straight for your chest. A sharp pinch to your nipple is a warning to tell him. “Please fuck me, Nii-san...”

His grin only grows wider. The hand that was teasing your chest goes straight to your cock, pumping it a few times. Bakugou watches how you tense and buck into his hand as he does so. You’re so sensitive, so eager.

“I know that’s not all you want. I know what you’ve been doing, I’m not an idiot. You steal my clothes and I hear you moaning my name when I pass by your room... Tell me everything you want your dear Nii-san to do.”

The rumble in his voice goes straight to your dick. You whimper and grab his wrist. He has to stop before you cum. You don’t want to cum so soon.

But you can’t answer him. You’re already doing your best to keep yourself quiet, the hand not holding onto your brother’s hand over your mouth to muffle any noise. The blond pulls your hand away and stills his own. The way he stares at you make you wonder if he wants this just as much as you do.

“My... I want Nii-san to suck my...”

“You’re way more shy than I thought you’d be.” As soon as you say it, he’s sliding down between your legs. Pinching your thighs and grinning up at you, Bakugou gives a kiss to the shaft of your cock. “I’ve been holding back all this time. I wondered if this was just a phase but it seems like you really want me, huh?”

“Yes...” The way you answer him so eagerly makes his own cock twitch in anticipation. “I always feel like you hate me...”

“Hate you? What kinda idiot- hey, I don’t hate you. Let me make up for all of that.” Those are his last words before he licks a stripe up your cock and takes it into his mouth. It’s hot and feels better than you could ever imagine. You hold your hand to your mouth, the other tangling into your brother’s hair. Keeping yourself from bucking into his face is nearly impossible. You’re lucky that Bakugou has your hips pinned to the bed.

He’s got your whole dick in his mouth like it’s some sort of candy. His tongue wrapping around the head and the groans vibrating against it- wait, is he enjoying this? Another groan when he takes it all down and it hits the back of his throat confirms it. That combination of knowing he wants to do this to do is what helps you over the edge.

You push his head down as much as you can and cum in his mouth. Bakugou swallows it all before pulling up, wiping the sweat off his brow. That grin returns and he laughs, “What next?”

What he doesn’t expect is for you to spread your ass open for him. He stares at your hole; it’s already prepared, twitching in anticipation. There’s a moment of pause before he dives in, lapping at it. His tongue slips in far easier than he thought it would, but he doesn’t take it for granted. Bakugou is happy to eat your ass. He can taste something. So you use flavored lube. It’s a light taste of caramel, probably because of the smell his quirk gives his sweat. He doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, you using something specifically because it reminds you of him only turns him on more.

Small, muffled whimpers come from you as he eats you out. After cumming, you’re sensitive, far too much to be touched in such a delicate place. But your big brother doesn’t give a damn. He eats you out like a man starved, hiking your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. All you can manage to do is squirm and whimper.

Bakugou keeps it up into you’re hard again. The second your cock begins to come to life again, he pulls his head back and lips his licks.

“Caramel flavored, huh?” He chuckles when you look away. “You really want me, Y/N. Want your Nii-san so bad that you need to have lube that smells like him. I wouldn’t be surprised if you had a dildo around here.”

The way your gaze snaps back to him makes him laugh. Red eyes take in your flushed, embarrassed face, the way you squirm and whimper because of him.

“Nii-san, please...” You’ve moved your hand away from your mouth. “I need your cock... Please...”

Once again, that predatory grin appears. He keeps your legs on his shoulders, practically bending you in two. His cock, hot and heavy, slides against your ass. Your breath catches in your throat when you realize how big it actually is. It’s no surprise that it matches his proportions, but it’s just more than you expected.

“Be good for your Nii-san and let me fuck you good.”

That’s all he says before he sinks his cock deep inside you. His lips slam against yours to muffle your cries as you adjust to his size. He stretches you out more than your fingers ever could. It’s uncomfortable as he bottoms out. But he’s kind to you and waits for you to adjust, absorbing your whimpers. They’re delicious and he can’t get enough of them.

When your whimpers turn into small moans, he begins. The first few thrusts are soft, gentle. Bakugou is working you up. He knows how big he is and he doesn’t want to make this horrible for you. He pulls away from your lips and rests his forehead against yours.

“You’re so tight. This ass is all for me, isn’t it? Been dreaming of having your ass wrecked by your big, strong Nii-san. Must feel good.” He cups your face and wipes the stray tears. “Do you feel good? You feel so good for your Nii-san.”

“Nii-san feels good... Feels really good...” You let out a moan and immediately shut your mouth after. The two of you stop to make sure Mitsuki didn’t hear before Bakugou shoves his fingers in your mouth. They muffle your moans just enough. With that, the pace gets harder and more intense. The blond watches your eyes roll back into your skull when he hits you just right. His cock hits your prostate in the best way and he loves the way you get tighter when he does.

You cumming so quickly is what he expects. The overstimulation, even after one orgasm, is just too much for you to bear. You bite down on his fingers as you do, ass tightening to an almost painful grip around him. But he’s not done. Even after he forces you to ride your climax so intensely, he keeps going.

“We’re not done yet. Nii-san’s gonna make you feel real good tonight. I’ll make up for all the times you felt like I hated you. And,” he laughs as his gaze goes down to the black shirt you’re wearing, “I’ll let you keep this shirt since you love it so much.”

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silkybullets · 3 years

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“Death Call”

Midland Hotel, 1925, sitting alone at a table the evening before Christmas, Tommy's icy eyes met with a face he never had ever thought of seeing again, not whilst being alive at least. Which lead us back to Birmingham, 1914, after he volunteered in Small Heath rifles, he spent his last couple of months home holding your hand in the hospital, watching your colours fade as dying of an unknown disease.

Warnings: English is my second language.

Words: around 2k

Tommy just ordered a drink, adding to that a whore, a brand new one in honor of Christmas when he initially went to light his cigarette. His eyes drifted to a table further away where a woman was already sitting down. He did recognize her, remembering the sweet touch of an old lover. His stiffened body didn’t receive the orders to continue moving sent by his brain, his mind too occupied playing memories of before the war. Before it all begins, or all ends, depending which side you’re looking.

One the other side of the room, you were searching the pockets of your woolen coat. When you finally found your cigarette case, you got one out, sliding it in between your soft lips. After pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, you hassled lightening up your cig and welcomed the poison in your lungs as if it was the purest thing.

The waiter came closer to you, putting down your rhum, which you drank in one go and ordered another one. It’s been a couple months you didn’t drink and, after this first shot you don’t remember why. When doctors failed to diagnose you and closed your file with a lung disease you were young and never tasted the flavor of the liquid poison. But at the cliff of death, God granted you the wish to live.

Too bad that’s when your memories of endless & lonely drinking nights happened.

Coming from a christian family, it was no question for them you had been chosen by God to do something great in this world. Pushing their luck they sent you to an orphanage run by nuns to pay your debts to God. When their initial idea was to keep you pure for as long as you were to be alive, you chose a different path for yourself, bounged down into alcohol, drugs and whatever came with it.

Saying you were a non-believer would be too much, but the idea of being some kind of “chosen one” was nonsense to you, that just meant death was right under your nose or waiting for you at the corner of the street. What happened next was logical consequence, your depraved self was sent back home after the nuns numerous warnings were ignored. You did not change, and decided not to.

When being saved or witnessing a miracle helps people get their life in order, it had the reverse effect on you and you had yet to get your shit together.

When they recommended you to drastically change your ways for the sake of your family if not for you, you gave in. You had siblings, and knowing how hard your family could be on them at times, you didn’t want to leave them alone. But your good will ended tonight.

You looked at the filled glass in front of you for what seemed like an eternity, weighting the pros and cons of getting drunk tonight and all the other after that one. You being dead or alive it’ll be okay for your family, you assured yourself to avoid feeling guilty for choosing not to fight.

Ten minutes and three empty cups later, you were ordering another one. The waiter was intently looking at you, concerned, while you were ignoring his pout.

“You sure you want rhum, ma’m, Can I bring you something else, gin perhaps?” He was as smooth as one could, but the implicit meaning behind his words irritated you the most.

“Do I look like I’m sad, eh? Tell me ‘cause I don’t look at meself in mirrors these days.” You begin, agitating your fingers that were holding another cigarette.

“Gin’s for sad women, whiskey for big boys crying, rhum for people like me: We are not sad enough for trying to drown our pain in gin, not hopeless alcoholics enough to to get drunk with something as tasteless as whisky. We simply enjoy a slow death with a sweet and spicy flavor. Please bring me the whole bottle this time.”

Without realizing it, you offered the man the warmest smile he had seen tonight and he gave one back even if still quite taken aback by your confusing revelation.

Tommy had seen enough, he got up throwing a bill near his drink and cleared his throat for lack of clearing his head. He walked to the table, the woman he once knew was seated, his voice already reaching her ears before their eyes would meet.

“Is this seat taken?” He motioned to the second chair around the table. Finishing another glass she invited him to sit down with a move of hand. Her cigarette in between her lips, she poured some rhum into her glass and ultimately lifted her eyes to his face.

“Are you sick of the hotel whore, Thomas? Am not one if this is your question.” She blinked as puffing on her cig.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Y/N” He coughed. “See you haven’t changed a bit.”

“Nor did you.”

Lies, it was all lies, if it wasn’t her eyes he hadn’t recognized her. The woman he was in love with was long gone and so was the boy who loved her.

“So OBE it is, now?” She looked up to him.

He stayed in her eyes before daring to speak, and break the eye contact.

“You were always used to call me Tommy, we can stick to that.”

She didn’t respond nor look at him, keeping for herself any emotions his words had unleashed into her, if they did.

“What happened to you?” He spoke in a more vibrant ton. An attempt to ease the heavy atmosphere.

“War happened to us, Tom.”

His eyes snapped open on her.

“What France did to you, remaining alive did to me.” She offered him a fair smile, looking straight at him with the same piercing gleam hiding behind her iris than when they were younger.

“We all came back alive. John, Arthur, Freddie... Although they are now some missing pieces.”

“Yeah, fucking pieces spilled everywhere. It’s looking like the puzzles we used to play when we were younger, huh? Does that ring any bell?” She giggles.

It was hard for him to read her, he didn’t know what he felt either.

He stayed at the hospital three months straight holding her hand as her colors were fading. He remembers vividly how difficult it was for her to breath, speak, even keeping her eyes open was a huge sacrifice. But she’d never compromised to keep them shut as he told her to, his face gave him the strength of an army, as she used to say. And that had him laugh, even though now he doesn’t remember the last time something as close as a laugh came out his throat.

“Don’t get fucking lost in memories, Thomas. Just ask for it.”

She poured some liquor into her glass and slowly slid it to Tommy as if anticipating him telling her he didn’t want it.

He watched her moves with amusement, it was odd to him to find her here, but even more peculiar was the fact it seems like she knew him still. Like those ten years that separated them weren’t there, like there wasn’t a day they didn’t think about the other fondly. Her gaze didn’t leave his, and he knew exactly where her mind was because his own was at the same place. She was getting all the information she could to try to match his now tired face with the one she had been picturing in her head all those years.

“Okay then.” he nodded. “ Where have you been?”

A smile appeared at the corner of his lips, they were playing a game he couldn’t only play with her, she was the one girl before France, everyone got their advantages.

“Fucking dying of being alive after I got strunk by some miracle.” She raised a brow as if to voice the displeasure of missing the boat.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I wish I was, Tommy.”

He let out a long sigh. Once again he failed at keeping a light atmosphere. It was to be said she wasn’t any help.

That’s when he realized no matter how it felt like they were still the same teenagers, back in 1914 before everybody got fucked up, no matter how hard the memories were hitting him this exact same instant with their first kiss, their first touch and the first time they exchanged their desire to live a life together, they were not the same. Nothing was.

She was only a mere shadow of herself, and he? He couldn’t even look at her in the eyes for more than five minutes, too afraid it would dig out things that must be kept where they were nowhere to be found for his own sake.

Every little thing about before France hurt him. Even the happy throwbacks, especially the happy throwbacks. Knowing he would never feel those feelings again, never get silly about the breeze meeting with his skin or the rising of the sun at the top of a hill killed him most. That’s why he didn’t want to ask more about what happened to her. But at the same time, the questions came naturally to him, as if he waited all along to throw them out, taking off his chest a weight he never realized to initially be there.

“Have you done better after I left?”

“I did. For a time. Some years, in fact, even though my parents sent me to a nunnery to thank God for his mercy.”

He snorted at her words.

“Why doesn’t it surprise me? They were always about keeping you saint, even asked me to fucking give up on taking you running in the fields to watch the night sky until sun rised, they never thought it could be the other way around, you leading me.”

She laughed at this thought.

“Don’t you dare say this as if you disliked me being the lead, Tommy Shelby.” She sneered.

“No, I indeed liked it.” He shook his head without hesitation.

“If only they knew what we did, in those nights.” They both spoke, their voice overlapping along with their minds.

“Tommy you got to follow me, or else we’ll be too late.”

“Let me catch a breath, we got all the time to come up the hill some other nights.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s tonight the fireballs are going to be running in the sky!”

“You aware it’s not called “fireball” and that they are not ‘running’ in the sky?”

The girl stuck her tongue out, turning to him, her eyes mechanically squinted at the move. She did not realize he was right behind her and faked all along still behind at the feet of the hill to annoy her. His body strongly collided with her, making her stagger but Tommy’s arms locked her waist firmly, avoiding her body from meeting the ground, and his lips dropped on her mouth in a second, she couldn’t even close her eyes during the kiss.

“Stop it!” Her suave voice worded as one of her hands went hitting his chest, even if her deepest desire was for him not to let go of her lips.

“I’m thinking about that one night we first fucked. Bodies wet both by sweat and dew“ She muttered.

He was sitting but naked on the grass, his fingers intertwined in her hair that was falling at her back as holding her tightly. She was the type of flowers you thought were beautiful but couldn’t help but rip off the ground, dooming them to die in your hands.

Her legs were strongly wrapped around his hips, she was carefully grounding down on him, making sure every of her moves were slow to make the pleasure last. She turned loose the grip of her arms around his neck and leaned backward so he’d hit her from another angle, this one allowing him to reach the bottom.

Her screams filled his ears and soon enough his mouth as she straightened back up, seeking his eyes, wanting to connect even more. The darkness he ignited in her eyes that night never left, always leading him to always want her, even in the most inappropriate places.

“I was thinking about that time at the local church.” He admitted.

“Every-fucking-body heard the screams--” She proudly stated.

“The priest was more than disturb” He added. “But they never found out who that was.”

“Well, we know.” She handed him her cigarette. He gladly took it and smoked as much as he could, clouding his lungs as well as his mind.

She giggled some more, shaking her head both sides, she couldn’t believe they did such a thing, but knowing as mad they were when together, it was all figured out.

“It came back, Tommy.”

“What did?” He gained his serious tone back, eyes locking with hers.

“The disease, they say it’s even more violent this time, but I know it just never left. It has been lurking in the dark to come back when I’ll be happy again. But seeing I figured out its plan, it decided it was time to finish me off.” She sang. Her voice was devoid of any sadness, and he noticed it. “I think it’s a curse, Tommy. Run in our blood. Me grandma’ had that too, it passed a generation, leaving my mother and little sister alone. But I fear for the others.”

Old reflexes leading the way, Tommy’s hand fondled hers in the most natural way. He leaned forward to her as she took off his lips her cigarette, filling her lungs with that poison in hope it would kill the one that resided in her since way too long.

#peaky blinders #Thomas Shelby x Reader #Tommy Shelby x Reader

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spookyvalentine · 3 years

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thanks for the tag @aceghosts !! i always have so much fun doing these. imma snag @irikahkrios @battlemastershepard @vizarding @comefeedtherainn @yellingaboutmasseffect @zet-sway and have at it if ye wish me mateys!

General-

Name: mercy shepard (no middle name)

Alias(es): shep, coach (from sports coach au)

Gender: agender

Age: i haven’t quite figured out how long i hc 3 to be, but by the end of it, maybe thirty four, fiveish? if you count the years their body was on the table. mercy... doesn’t really. at least start of 2, when asked their age usually what fell out of their mouth first was thirty one. (for sports coach au they’ve just turned thirty one)

Birthdate: april 11? 2154. day isn’t really known for sure? they were found several days old

Place of birth: unknown! but they were left at st. bernard parish fire department, louisiana while still a fresh baby

Hometown: their most stable home was around lake martin, when they were taken in by the henrys. around thirteen they went to juvie in new orleans, and that started their urban feral teenager life. eventually they move out to another megacity (havent figured out which one yet lmao) and meets kasumi

Spoken language(s): they’re pretty adept without the translator. mercy is fluent in english and creole, passable french and korean, and readily picks up phrases in other languages. after being reconstructed, a translator was literally built into mercy. they resent its presence sometimes.

Sexual preference: open. they’ve been too damn busy to even think to seek out experiences, but aesthetically admire all sorts

Occupation: spectre and alliance officer. enormous pain in the ass before that

Appearance-

Eye color: gold. not hazel or brown ‘til in the light type thing. when anderson first saw those odd lantern eyes it made him think of the foxes that liked to linger at the edges of his parents garden when he was growing up

Hair color: somewhere between summer wheat and spun gold. darkens a little, when not planetside

Height: 6’2 >:)

Scars: they have some from the thresher maw, some acid scars on the left side of their body like thick webbing that cut through parts of a tattoo. maybe got part of their ear. and one they got as a kid that sliced across their face. and then they were rebuilt, and what was left in their place were those glowing lines. (sports coach au they still have the thresher maw scars)

Favorite-

Color: greens

Hair color: favorite hair color on them??? they’ve never dyed their hair before, only crazy haircuts

Song: its not mercy’s favorite song bc i dont know how i’d even choose right, but the song that i have in my head for them is falcon in the dive from the musical the scarlet pimpernel (which fucks severely, also just do yourself a favor and listen to this too because christine andreas makes my heart stop beating. wow. WOW yes i will push it on everyone)

Food: clementines, satsumas, mandarins—any sweet citrus that peels easily (oranges are more work, but will be eaten if they’re around). persimmons, figs. cotton candy flavored grapes. cherries, peaches. they’re a very big fruit bat, basically. they get hype for an alien produce stand

Drink: day to day? chicory coffee, lapsang souchang, soda water. Sometimes lemonade or apple juice. for booze, theyre down for a beer. really likes a good whiskey. delights trying homebrew moonshine. ‘you made it in your bathtub? you went blind for two minutes? hell yeah i’ll have a glass cheers’

Have They-

Passed university: they went through officer academy and all that n7 training, does that count?

Had sex: once in a relationship w thane, yeah boiii

Had sex in public: …maybe? that is um. something to explore

Gotten pregnant: never, also not possible

Kissed a boy: yes, although for these situations ‘been kissed by’ is maybe more accurate

Kissed a girl: yes, see above

Gotten tattoos: yep! they have two large pieces from before being arrested and negotiated into joining the alliance. they start under the jaw and both sides of the neck, going across the shoulders, along and down the arms, coming to an end on the forearms, and they shelled out for that fancy ink, that’s a little bit holographic/iridescent, where the colors would shift and glint in the light as they moved. obviously they’re gone when miranda rebuilds mercy, but they’re absolutely still around in the sports coach au

Gotten piercings: had a handful of ear piercings as a teen, but has mostly stopped wearing them, for practical reasons

Been in love: falling in love for the first time

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: oh lmao yes for sure

Are They-

A virgin: not anymore babeyyyyy

A cuddler: with people they are very close to

A kisser: oh yeah, big time. really into it now

Scared easily: nope! if anything, has adrenaline junkie tendencies

Jealous easily: nah. sometimes when they were a teen growing up on the streets, but not anymore

Dominant: in bed? still figuring things out there. maybe sometimes. in life? they’re not domineering, but will shout people down if it comes to it

Submissive: also still figuring that out in bed ;) absolutely not in other situations tho. if theyre being submissive theyre usually up to something

In love: learning what its like

Single: not once mercy realizes what they’re feeling for thane (there was a lot of facepalming from kasumi and frustrated yelling on this one)

Random Questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)-

Have they harmed themselves: i mean, through some of their harebrained, reckless ideas where the possibility of getting hurt is assured but they don’t care, yes

Thought of suicide: maybe a little, after akuze

Attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: oh absolutely homie

Have / had a job: yeah, pulling peoples heads outta asses

Have any fears: oh for sure, mind control and zombies, and even though now they know how to kill one down absolutely dead--thresher maws

Family

Sibling(s): none, but kasumi is basically one

Parent(s): unknown. they had some foster parents (adoption was never approved) that offered mercy some important years of shelter

Children: no biological kids. but they feel powerfully parental feelings for grunt, jack and tali. kolyat and oriana too, eventually. in sports coach au though (more details to follow soon), jack is theirs. after akuze they got on the scent of cerberus early, and therefore busted down pragia while jack was still a lil kid, who pretty much imprinted on mercy

Significant other: thane, and in sports coach au, irikah + thane

Pet(s): their fish. they’ve got names like hand roll, don and chip

#LMAO NOT ME POSTING LEAVING PARTS BLANK ok fixed and updated #the sports coach au continues to build #hold onto yalls butts #oc: mercy shepard #themshep #mass effect #commander shepard #shrios

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starlightshore · 3 years

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hi sorry if this seems a little rude, if chara isn't really bad, then why do they kill them on the soulless route?

(I always wanted to know about it)

(not rude at all! feel free to ask questions like this its no skin off my back) which “them” are you referring to? that could mean different things like: the underground, the player, Frisk ect. its a little vague)

but I’ll try to answer this with the above being vague anyway

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hoo boy this ended up long LMAO. coming back from the bottom to say Sorry this ended up this lengthy. here’s some

content warnings: discussions of canon and implied dark topics such as: abuse, murder, death, suicide, and self harm

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TLDR: Chara is a complex character with a rich backstory and motivations. by looking at the full game, you understand they’re a mentally ill child who is just following the player’s directions. YOU do the killing, Chara is your partner in crime because you force them to be.

Chara is the narrator in ALL routes. they are the UI, stats and narration.

it is Chara’s memories that convinces Asriel to remember how they met and how much they loved each other when alive. Chara is key to Asriel freeing the underground, they are a god dang hero

let’s look at canon Chara pre-game to fully understand what’s going on though.

-Chara lived in a village close to mt.Ebott. they decided to climb mt.Ebott for “a not happy reason” and hated humanity

-once underground, they become the sibling to Asriel and become a full fledged Dreemurr. They love their family. “it’s a dusty photo. everyone is happy.” (which, if you believe is the photo of Chara holding the flowers next to Asriel, implies Chara is smiling under them and their bangs) + the Mr.Dad Guy sweater + baking a pie for their dad

-in the underground, there’s the Deltarune prophecy. it reads as follows: “There is a prophecy. The Angel... The One Who Has Seen The Surface... They will return. And the underground will go empty.“

-Toriel and Asgore are both strong believers of the Deltarune as seen by the symbol on their clothes and homes.

-Chara has been to the surface and therefore, most believe Chara is the angel that will free them.

-Chara is a small child, who hates humanity, loves their family, and by fate is destined to free monster-kind. they are determined.

-Chara and Asriel decide to prank Asgore by making a pie with buttercups instead of a cup of butter. They learn the flower is poisonous and Asgore gets sick, but ends up fine. Chara laughs it off, but if one is paying attention to the game, you will see that their is a very common theme of smiling/laughing when distressed.

Toriel smiling, laughing when being killed in no mercy

Migospel’s whole game-play is about how one acts around others vs. alone “ Laughter hides the pain. [Alone]”

sans can be seen as a broad example

a VERY good example is the snowdrake’s mother fight:

“You laugh, and keep laughing. It's SO funny, you can't stop. Tears run down your face. | ... what? You didn't do that? [Laugh]

But it's not funny. [Laugh again]”

-Chara hates humanity (epilogue Asriel says that) and by extension, would hate themself. you can read into the tools being worn down to being blunt + no knives in the kitchen as being precautions Toriel put in place to prevent Chara from self-harming. Chara attempts suicide twice in the game’s story.. Also! It’s implied Chara was abused before coming underground. “ If you're cuter, monsters won't hit you as hard.-faded ribbon flavor text” and the fact Chara thought to kill the villagers in the first place, they didn’t get the “kill or be killed” mindset out of nowhere. + abuse can manifest in depression, anxiety, and Chara displays behaviors of coping with abuse. (harder to explain that detail, but Chara’s control-issues and distrust just SCREAMS abuse to me)

Chara is a kid with severe mental illness, implied to be abused, and all while younger than 13. that’s a lot to take in. which is also why a lot of people are upset at “Chara is evil” theories because it ignores that context and demonizes them. which is. bad. for lots of reasons. but mainly for how it handles the topic of survivors of abuse and mental illness and they’re just a freaking kid.

-anyway, long tangent aside... so this next point is more so how I interpret the order of events: Chara climbs the mountain to die, but trips and meets the Dreemurs. They become beloved by the kingdom and believed to be their savior. Chara can’t escape humanity’s history of trapping monsters or their own history of their horrible village, and when Asgore is poisoned they realize they’re bad too. It’s a common mindset of suicidal people to want to die before their image is tarnished. die while things are still “good,” when they’re still remembered fondly.

to cross the barrier, you need to have a human soul AND a monster soul. if Chara wanted to, they could of killed any of the Dreemurrs and absorbed their soul. But instead, the buttercup plan is a really freaking horrible way to die. Buttercup poisoning is awful. seriously, look up the symptoms. it’s bad. which is also why i believe Chara hated themself so much to put up with that form of death. -then they die, and become part of the Asriel and Chara fusion. (it should be stated they did not know Chara would be conscious.) the plan they agree on is to kill enough humans to break the barrier and free monster-kind, but Chara wants revenge, which is why they want to kill the humans and not negotiate like Toriel suggests Asgore could of done.

-Humans of course freak out at seeing them + their corpse and attack. Asriel realizes Chara was wrong and doesn’t want to murder, lets himself be killed. As they’re dying Chara screams “its kill or be killed” and both die. -years, possibly a century later depending on what side of the time-skip debate you’re on, Chara awakens in Frisk’s body and interacts with You, the player.

-they likely see you as the True Angel, and follow your orders just as Frisk just kinda vibes and does so as well.

-if you keep murdering, frisk distances themself from the world. (implied by what sans says about LV): * LOVE, too, is an acronym. * It stands for "Level of Violence." * A way of measuring someone's capacity to hurt. * The more you kill, the easier it becomes to distance yourself. * The more you distance yourself, the less you will hurt. * The more easily you can bring yourself to hurt others.

-Frisk, NOPEing out of the whole thing, just leaves Chara, who feels like they are the literal stats of the universe. THAT is why Chara is only really fully present in no mercy, and only narration otherwise. Frisk’s autonomy and how much control they have are directly tied to your LV. Frisk is only named in the pacifist ending because they’re rewarded with the acknowledgement that they’re a person.

-The biggest detail is that it’s not Chara who kills, but YOU. Chara is your partner in crime, and only attacks the player when you refuse to ERASE the world and they kill you themself. it is your power and your determination that brought them to this world, and it is through your actions they believe power is the only they must fight for.

-also, both Chara and frisk are influenced by the player and react differently depending on your actions. (the dog food bag is described as “half full/half empty” depending on your LV, a reference to how one looks at glasses of water to be more optimistic/pessimistic and Frisk will feel good/bad depending on LV when punching the mad dummy in waterfall.) Chara is always just following your lead. they’re not controlling Frisk, you are. however, they are in control of the choices (as confirmed in no mercy you don’t get to choose answers for papyrus’ question and he calls you out on it. personally i like to think each choice answer is from each kid)

anyway yeah that's my overly long analysis of how Chara’s backstory is used to define who they are and then how being revived from the dead, they follow your steps to apply the “kill or be killed” logic to it’s extreme end.

also, its not like Chara is happy about following your orders either.

they think a plant is judging you. they talk about your sins in the sans fight. they call Undyne a hero despite fighting her. Chara doesn’t want to kill Asriel, but once it happens they go ballistic, stabbing repetitively, clearly upset. that then instantly gets them powerful enough to destroy the world, as with how LV is described as distancing yourself and such. Asriel meant the MOST out of everyone, he was their best friend, forever.

#Anonymous #personal stuff #sams replies #long post #undertale analysis

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nightfallrevel · 4 years

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Strawberry and Cream

A/N: This piece was written for the BnHarem discord server collaboration. The theme was Pen Pal and it was seriously fun to write! It’s my longest piece, yet! Don’t come at me about the title, lol, it’s like that for a reason and you’ll see why.

To see the other fics in the collaboration, you can find them here!

While this collaboration was NSFW, the way that I have written it will allow for my readers who don’t want to read NSFW to still enjoy it without reading the smut. It’s completely SFW up until the fic reads “One year later”. This fic is complete before this line and the smut is just an added bonus for those who want to read it. So, please, enjoy!

Warnings: smut at the very end, face riding, blow job, penetrative sex

Todoroki Shouto x Reader

Words: 7,377

During their third year at U.A., the school thought it would be a good idea to come up with a program to help keep their students connected as they became more individually involved in their work studies. The idea was for future pros to build stronger bonds with their peers anonymously to give them a strong stepping stone to dealing more easily with civilians.

There was, of course, nothing in place that said students couldn’t meet with their anonymous contacts, but the administrators highly recommended that the students wait at least a month before revealing their identities. The program was assigning interested parties a “pen pal”, and it seemed that it was a fairly popular concept, especially within Class 1-A.

The first day of the program, Mr. Aizawa showed up to the class with a sizable box under his arm. Setting it on his desk at the front of the class, he addressed all of you as he held a piece of paper with instructions. “For those of you participating in the ‘Pen Pal Program’, you will each be given a cell phone with one phone number pre-added to the contacts. That phone number will be your anonymous pen pal. This is completely randomized as there was no record taken of which phones were given which numbers. Also, there were no names assigned to any of the phones as you will be choosing your own from the box given to your homeroom teacher.” Mr. Aizawa patted the box and stared down each and every one of his students. “You all signed up to participate, so come up one at a time, alphabetically, to get your phone.”

You bounced in your seat as your classmates got excited around you and started to claim their own phones. You wondered who would end up being your pen pal and if you would have anything in common with them. Would they be in the hero class, too? Maybe someone from the support classes? The entire class was buzzing as everyone sat with their newly acquired phones.

Before anyone could get too excited, Mr. Aizawa addressed everyone once more. “Oh, yeah, the school administrators would like to remind everyone that this is supposed to be an anonymous program. Obviously, they can’t stop you from revealing yourselves, but they highly advise that you try to remain as such for at least the first thirty days. I’ll give you guys some time with the phones, otherwise you’ll never concentrate on your studies.” In the next moment, Mr. Aizawa was zipping himself up in his sleeping bag.

Your heart pounded as you stared down at the phone you’d picked up and held down the power button. The screen lit up as it booted up. Luckily it was a smart phone, though it was obviously a lower grade version. Not that you were exactly complaining as you watched the phone connect automatically to the school’s wi-fi.

A bout of nerves gripped you as you stared at the soft blue screen, wondering if you should be the first to message or if you should wait for the other person to message you. Before you could chicken out completely, you opened up a new text and sent a quick-

“Hi!!”

At the same time your message was sent, you received an incoming message.

“Hello.”

You inhaled sharply with excitement, a wide grin stretching across your face, and you quickly started to type your next text.

“I really want to introduce myself, but we’re supposed to stay anonymous. Does that bother you? Personally, I find it pretty exciting! I guess I’ll just start with something simple? I’m female, in the hero course, and… I would tell you which year I’m in, but that might be too much and make it easier to guess who I am!

If you’d like, you can call me ‘Strawberry’? I really love them and I think it would be a cute nickname. 😊"

You held your breath, almost immediately seeing three waving dots that indicated they were texting back. By the time that the reply popped up, you were smiling like a complete idiot.

“Male. Also in the hero course.

‘Strawberry?’ I like it. I agree, it’s cute. I guess... you can call me ‘Cream’, then?”

Your mouth fell open at the nickname that your male pen pal had suggested, stunned for a moment. Was he serious? That was what he wanted to go with?

“Uh, don’t you think that maybe you should go with something a bit more… appropriate? For your nickname? I mean, Cream is just… well, you know…”

The reply that came back nearly had you doubling over with laughter. This guy was serious!

“I’m not sure what you mean. I just thought Cream would be good because we were paired together and strawberries and cream is my favorite flavor for sweets. If you don’t like it, I suppose I could change it...”

Your classmates looked up as you laughed, suddenly curious about who your pen pal could be that they were so funny. You waved them all off, not wanting to risk finding out who it was. You stared down at the text, a warmth settling in your chest. Whoever this guy was, he was innocently cute and it made you feel glad. At least you wouldn’t have to worry about him making dirty jokes every thirty seconds- not that you didn’t take almost everything into the gutter with you. For this program, however, you felt a desire to keep your interaction friendly and light. Your fingers moved quick and light over the phone keyboard as you sent him your reply.

“No! I like ‘Cream’! When you put it that way, it’s absolutely perfect~”

The rest of the day was spent messaging each other and sharing little bits about yourselves with the other whenever you had a chance. You both strayed away from anything too specific. You talked about your families; how many siblings you each had, if you still had both parents, and other small details about life at home.

Cream was actually a rather interesting person, and you soon picked up on his texting habits. Sometimes his replies ranged from one to three words, or sometimes they were quite lengthy, and there was no in between. Strangely, it didn’t even bother you. You could only hope that the two of you wouldn’t run out of things to talk about and fall silent to each other.

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A month passed and you definitely had plenty to talk about. You often spoke on your respective days and disagreements with friends. Whenever you felt something particularly strongly, you shared it with him. He was always receptive.

If you were happy, he was glad for you. If you were sad, he’d let you pour your heart out and offer words of consolation. If you were mad, he’d let you vent until you calmed down and offer his support or give you another way to look at what had upset you.

Cream was not as forthcoming with his emotions as you were. He tried, you could tell that much, but it wasn’t often that he shared his feelings. When he did, however, he was always quite passionate about it and let you know exactly where he stood. You weren’t sure if he just wasn’t good at expressing himself or if he mostly closed himself off. You hoped that it was the former.

After having texted and sharing so much with each other for so long, the information you shared with him became more and more personal. You were sure you could tell him anything. One evening, however, you found yourself in an argument with him and couldn’t believe how unreasonable he was being.

Throwing the phone on your bed out of anger, you stormed from your room and headed for the kitchen. There was no sense in continuing the conversation when you were so upset. You didn’t want to say anything you’d regret, after all. Despite being currently angry with Cream, you did still enjoy your conversations with him.

Once you were in the kitchen, you beelined for the fridge and brought out a single sized carton of strawberry milk before slamming the door shut. Opening up the attached straw, you jammed it into the hole and started drinking.

“Is something upsetting you, Y/L/N?” The voice of one of your classmates had you almost shrieking, but you inhaled your milk instead and fell into a coughing fit as you choked on the sweet liquid. Hands were immediately on you, taking your milk away before lifting your hands over your head.

As you sucked in a harsh breath, your watery eyes fell on the face of none other than Todoroki Shouto. You tried to give him a sheepish grin before you went into another fit of coughing, your lungs trying to expel the liquid they had breathed in. Todoroki gave you a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. Just keep your hands over your head until you stop coughing.” The most you could do was flush hotly and nod.

A couple of tears streaked down your face as you tried not to stare at the guy currently grasping your wrists and holding your hands over your head. Just like the other girls in your class, you found Todoroki to be extremely attractive. For you, though, it wasn’t just his looks. You admired his drive and focus, his kindness towards everyone, and his openness in trying to look at things from others’ point of view.

It was a long moment before you realized that you weren’t coughing anymore, but Todoroki was still holding your wrists. You cleared your throat a little, your face feeling even warmer as he peeked up at him. He was watching you closely, though it was probably just to make sure you were okay. “Um, Todoroki, you can let go, now. I’m okay. Thank you.” His eyes widened slightly and he released you, his fingers brushing the tears from your cheeks before stepping away.

“My apologies. I wanted to be sure.” He offered you a small smile before moving past you to the fridge. “You seemed upset before. Are you okay?” It wasn’t strange that he would ask you about it. Being in the same class, the two of you were often paired together and worked really well together as a team. You often sat with him, Deku, Iida, and Uraraka during lunch, too. You definitely considered him a friend.

Returning his smile, you picked your milk back up and gave an experimental sip. “Yeah, I’m okay. Sort of.” Your smile turned rueful as he raised a brow at you while pulling out leftover soba noodles. “Pen pal trouble, I guess. We… got into an argument.” You scrunched up your nose as you took a seat at the kitchen island. “Pen pal? Maybe ‘text’ pal would fit him better?” You giggled a little. Todoroki sat next to you with his noodles, popping off the top of the container. He nodded slowly as he listened.

“So, it’s boy problems, then?” Your face flushed brightly. While your pen pal was certainly male, you’d hardly classify it as ‘boy problems’. It wasn’t as though you were dating him or had a crush on him. You… didn’t have a crush on him, did you? You tried not to think about having a crush on someone you’d never even met in person.

“T-Todoroki, it’s not like that! ‘Boy problems’ don’t apply to this situation.” You knew about Todoroki’s misunderstanding of basic social concepts from time to time, and always did your best to explain things when you could. He really was too adorable, sometimes. “I’ll explain it later, but that’s not what’s going on here.”

He slurped up some of his noodles as he stared at you, chewing slowly before swallowing. You couldn’t help but notice the way his neck moved as he did, following the line of his shoulder to his strong biceps. A shiver ran up your spine as you imagined those arms surrounding you. “Anything I can help with, then?”

You snapped out of your daze, flushing brightly at being caught lost in thought. A bright smile flashed across your face as you shook your head. “Nah. I’ll work it out with him. I just needed a minute to cool my head before I made an idiot of myself.” You glanced away. “I can have a tendency to say things that I don’t mean when I’m angry.” He smiled at your words, his eyes lighting up.

“That’s good that you know that about yourself. I’m sure that’s helped in a lot of situations.” Your eyes met his and you felt your heart leap.

“Yeah, it really has.” You took another sip from your milk before speaking, again. “You signed up for the program, too, right? How have you been getting along with your partner?” His eyes darkened slightly at your question for a slight moment before going back to neutral.

You watched him as his hand slipped into his pocket and he pulled out the school-issued phone for the program. “Yes, I did. My partner is very nice. She’s interesting. I think… I may have said something to her that I shouldn’t have, or maybe in the wrong way. I’m not really sure, though.” His brow furrowed and you felt your heart sink just a little. His ‘text’ pal was a girl, then.

Shaking your head free of the thought, you offered Todoroki a sympathetic smile and a pat on the arm. “If you’d like, maybe I could help you fix it? What did you say?” The heterochromatic boy fixed his gaze on you and shook his head politely.

“No, I think I might take a page from your book and just talk it out with her.” Picking up the phone, he slipped it back into his pocket and started cleaning up from his snack. You gave a shrug and drank the last of your milk.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” You tossed the milk carton in the recycling. “See ya later, Todoroki!” He smiled and gave you a wave as you left the kitchen and headed back to your room. You felt better now that you’d spoken to Todoroki and were ready to try mending things with Cream.

When you picked up the phone, however, there was already an apology and you quickly responded to work things out. By the end of the night, the two of you had completely made amends and were speaking normally again as though the argument had never happened.

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Several more weeks passed and you found yourself looking forward to your evening chats with Cream. Your conversations had lessened as your studies had increased, the only time you could find to chat were now at night just before bed. You wished you had more time in your day, but hero work was nearly all-consuming.

Cream had become an important part of your life, though. You felt closer to him than even your friends in class. You were even sure that you were falling in love with him. It was an odd sensation to feel such a close attachment to someone you’d never met face to face. However, you couldn’t deny the beating of your heart or the flutter in your stomach each time you received a text from him.

Even as you felt yourself developing a strong bond with Cream, you also noticed how much closer you were getting with Todoroki. You found yourself confused and unsure of what to do. Two boys and you weren’t sure where to turn more of your attention.

Todoroki went on frequent morning runs and usually you went with him. He had invited you to go with him one morning at the beginning of the school term and it had turned into a regular thing. As you prepared yourself to join him one morning, you found yourself wondering about how he was doing with his own text pal.

You struck up the conversation as the two of you jogged at an even pace. “Todoroki, did you ever work things out with your text pal? I never did ask you.” He glanced over at you briefly and gave a shrug.

“Yes, we talked it out. Things have been fine since then. What about you? You seemed pretty upset back then about yours.” You copied his shrug, but you weren’t able to stop the smile that spread across your lips.

“Yeah, we were able to recover. I think that we’re actually doing better, now.” You were quiet for a moment, contemplating. You didn’t want to push Todoroki, just in case, but you wanted to gauge his thoughts and, possibly his feelings, towards you.

Todoroki was patient and waited quietly while you decided on your next words. You were distracted a moment, though, when he took a slight lead on you and you were able to glance over every inch of his muscled arms and legs. Needless to say, your imagination took off in a million wild directions. The light sheen of sweat on his skin made you want to lick it off-

“Y/L/N?”

Todoroki’s voice brought you back to reality and you shook your head, smiling a bit sheepishly. “Sorry. I was just thinking.” You blushed as you covered up your true thoughts with your more innocent ones. “I just was wondering what you thought?” He gave you a reassuring smile, though his focus remained on where he was going. “Do you think… it’s possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met?” Your voice had dropped to nearly a whisper, but Todoroki had definitely heard you as his head snapped around to face you, his eyes widening.

Your eyes mimicked his as you started to panic. Had you said something wrong? Todoroki stopped running and you skidded to a halt a few steps ahead of him and turned back. His brows had furrowed in contemplation and his eyes had darkened somewhat. You could tell that your question had more of an impact than what you’d intended.

As you approached him, his eyes lifted to yours and seemed to be searching. You would have given every possession you had to know what he was looking for. “I’m surprised you asked me something like that. I can’t say I’ve ever given it much thought. Maybe Mina or Tsu would be able to provide better advice?” Your gaze softened and your body eased as you understood. “Maybe it is, though.” Your blood ran cold.

What did he mean by that? Was he talking about his own text pal? Had he fallen in love with her and just not realized it? And you had held his hand and led him straight to the conclusion. You did your best to smile. “Maybe.” You halfheartedly agreed before turning from him to continue the run. You soon heard his steps following behind you. The rest of the run was quiet between you.

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Finals were approaching and everyone was busier than ever. You found that you had started to tiptoe around Todoroki while your relationship with Cream had taken off. The two of you had decided that it was finally time to meet and reveal yourselves to each other. The date was set for the day after final exams to avoid being too much of a distraction for each other.

You were constantly smiling and humming to yourself and your friends noticed. After they’d spent countless nights badgering you, you finally confessed that you’d be meeting your text pal. They barraged you with questions, wanting to know who he was. You still didn’t know, though, as you had both decided to keep the anonymity until the actual meeting.

The day after finals couldn’t arrive any faster and you were bouncing around your room as Mina helped you pick out the perfect outfit. In the commons, the other girls fawned over how great you looked and wished you luck on meeting your text pal. You barely caught sight of Todoroki staring at you from the couch. Was he blushing? If he was, it was only a little bit.

Feeling that you had ruined your chances with Todoroki, you didn’t dwell on it and headed out of the commons. The location the two of you had selected was a small ice cream shop just on the edge of the city near campus. It was a pretty popular spot and it was pretty busy. Luckily, you were able to place your order of strawberry ice cream and find a table close to the street on the outdoor patio.

Fishing out our phone, you sent Cream a quick text that you were at the shop and seated outside. You waited for a reply, but one didn’t come in right away. Not at all worried, you set the phone on the table and started eating your ice cream. Your nerves were twisting your insides, equally nervous and excited.

It wasn’t until you were halfway through your ice cream that you finally received a text. It was an apology. He wasn’t coming. Your heart sank as you read his excuse. Apparently, his agency that he was interning with had called him in for an emergency. Hope fluttered in your chest, however, as he offered to meet you the following day, instead.

You almost laughed as he asked if they could meet at the same place. Cream was disappointed that he had missed out on the ice cream. With a grin, you took a picture of your mostly eaten treat and sent it to him.

“Definitely could have used some help eating it!”

His reply was almost immediate.

“Are you sure? Looks like you’re making enough progress on your own. :P”

A grin lifted your lips at his cheeky comment.

“Yes, I’m sure! See you tomorrow, then? I’ll make sure to grab two spoons.”

“Yes. Tomorrow. I look forward to it.”

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The next day arrived and you again headed to the ice cream shop. You managed to dodge your friends to avoid any prying questions. You didn’t want to admit that the previous day hadn’t worked out. Even if he had a perfectly good excuse.

However, as you waited, you gradually got a sinking feeling. Sure enough, a text came in and disappointment gripped you as he announced that he would not make it, once again.

“My father, this time. I’m sorry. I told you about him, so you know how he is. Usually, I ignore him, but this was unavoidable, unfortunately. Intern related. I’ve been scouted at several agencies and he wants to go over all of my options.”

It was true that Cream had painted his father in a less than pleasing light and you understood why Cream had to give his internship priority. It didn’t make you hurt any less, though.

“Okay. I understand. Tomorrow, then?”

It was a couple of minutes before there was a response.

“Actually, I won’t be free again for another two days after tomorrow. Instead of ice cream, why don’t I take you somewhere nice to make up for it? Maybe that one restaurant that you mentioned was your favorite?”

You blinked at the message, unsure of how to respond. You didn’t feel any better about being stood up, again, and the restaurant he was offering to take you to was a pretty pricey one. Sighing heavily, you messaged back.

“No. Ice cream is fine. I’ll meet you on that day, then.”

You didn’t wait for his response, this time, as you left the shop and headed back to the dorms. Your feet felt heavy and your heart was sporting a decent sized crack in it. Mina noticed how down you looked and tried to cheer you up, seeming to sense not to bring up the meeting with Cream. Along with a couple of the other girls, Mina took you up to her room where the group of you could watch movies and talk about nonsense and hero work.

The distractions were nice, keeping you from dwelling too much on Cream and how he had left you hanging a second time. You didn’t want to think about the doubt that was slowly growing in your heart or whether Cream really wanted to meet you or not.

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Todoroki put his school-issued phone in his pocket with a deep frown. He really hated that he had to cancel on his text pal a second time. It ate him up inside to imagine what she must think of him. Strawberry was the best thing that could have happened to him.

After failing to secure a connection with you, Strawberry had been there to fill the void. She was so much more than someone just filling a void, though. It had taken you asking about the possibility of falling in love with someone without meeting them that brought it to his attention. He wasn’t sure, however, until recently.

It was possible. Very possible, in fact, and he was so sure that he had fallen in love with Strawberry. She was easy to talk to, kind, and never ran away from their arguments. She always faced any problems they had head on and was usually the first to offer solutions and never pointed fingers.

Todoroki really respected the way she never demanded an apology, either, giving him the time and space to do it on his own. Strawberry was often the first to apologize, though. Given his past, it usually took him more time to come to the conclusion that he may have been insensitive or said something that could have been easily misconstrued. She never held a grudge and was quick to forgive him every time.

The warmth he felt whenever he texted her was incomparable, and how was he repaying her? By standing her up on the most important part of their relationship and meeting face to face. He could only hope that she would forgive him for this, too.

The next few days seemed to drag by. Todoroki wanted nothing more than to meet you and he was feeling anxious. He practically ran towards the ice cream shop, only to realize that he’d missed his turn a few blocks too late. As he turned around to correct himself, there was a spray of glass beside him and something collided hard with his body, knocking him to the ground.

Recovering quickly, Todoroki realized that a villain had run into him after just robbing the jewelry store he was passing. As an upcoming hero, Todoroki couldn’t ignore the situation and immediately took matters into his own hands.

There were three robbers in total and Todoroki single-handedly apprehended them all, then called the police. As he waited for them to arrive, he remembered his date with Strawberry and pulled out his phone. Dismay filled the pit of his stomach when he saw that it had been smashed. He silently prayed that Strawberry would still be at the ice cream shop by the time he finished with the police.

The police made Todoroki come into the station to file an official report after questioning him. It took well over an hour to file the report and Todoroki bolted from the police station at a dead run towards where he hoped she was still waiting. It was three hours past the time he’d agreed to meet with her and he doubted that she would have waited so long after being stood up twice, but he couldn’t help keeping that small light of hope.

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A week had passed since you had been stood up a third time by Cream. This time without even a single text. You had sent several to him without even one reply the entire week. It was two days before graduation and you were supposed to return the phone within the next twenty-four hours.

You sat alone on the couch in the commons, hugging your knees to your chest as you stared at the silent phone on the coffee table. Had it all been a facade? Had Cream pretended to want to meet you the whole time? Tears welled in your eyes until they spilled over and you buried your face in your arms. You were thankful no one else was around to witness your embarrassing display.

“Y/L/N?”

Your head jerked up and you quickly swiped away your tears as your gaze was drawn to who had spoken your name. It was Todoroki and you offered him the best smile you could, which wasn’t very much. Alarm took over his features as he realized you were crying and he immediately joined you on the couch. “What’s wrong? Should I get some tissues?” Your smile warmed at his concern and you sniffled as you shook your head.

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Reaching forward, you picked up the phone from the coffee table. “It’s just that I never got to meet my text pal and… I think he only agreed to meet me, but never wanted to. He kept coming up with excuses, and now he won’t even message me at all. It’s been a week and the phone has to be returned tomorrow.” Your voice cracked at the end and a few stray tears escaped the corner of your eyes.

Todoroki frowned, not really sure what to say. His heart was aching over his predicament with his own text pal. He’d tried to get a replacement phone, but since the program was entirely random, the administrators had no way of knowing which number he’d been assigned. He’d been at a total loss. He couldn’t ignore your tears, though.

His hands found your face and he gently wiped away your tears. You were his friend, even if you had drifted apart lately. Your wide eyes met his gaze and he gave you a gentle smile. “I wish there was something I could do to help, but we both know I’m not great at social interactions.” You blinked at him, your eyebrows furrowing.

You sniffled and wiped your nose with your sleeve. “Todoroki, what are you talking about? You’ve really grown over this past year. I think you’re really great in social situations, now.” You smiled back at him, much warmer than before. Lifting your hand, you offered him the school phone. “Maybe you could look at the messages and tell me what you think? Did he ever want to meet me, at all?” Todoroki’s eyes grew wide as you unlocked the phone and pressed it into his hand.

You had placed your trust in him and he couldn’t turn you down. Not when you smiled at him like that. Even though he knew that you weren’t being completely honest about his advancements in social settings, he couldn’t refuse you. Despite himself, he looked down at the phone and opened up the messages. He frowned as he saw several messages that you’d sent that had no reply and immediately scrolled up to older texts.

Todoroki’s hands shook as he immediately recognized the messages. He took his time in reading every single message that you’d sent since his phone had broken. They ranged from angry to hurt and back to angry, again. You had turned your face from him as he looked through the texts and he stared at you for a very long time before he could speak.

You were Strawberry and you’d been right in front of him the entire time. How had he not seen it? He should have noticed right away considering you’d held his attention for far longer than the pen pal program. If he could have asked for anyone to be Strawberry, he would have picked you. Words could not describe just how happy he was to have found you.

Leaning forward, he set the phone down on the coffee table and turned his body towards you. “I wanted to meet you more than anything. I never wanted you to feel like you were being played with, or to make you cry like this. My phone broke, though, and there was no way to get a new one-” Your gaze snapped back to him, confusion coloring your features.

“What are you saying, Todoroki?” Your gaze held his and he reached out to you. You didn’t move away, but you didn’t lean towards it, either. Your heart kicked into high speed as you watched the emotions that filled Todoroki’s hetero-chromatic eyes. Was he trying to make you feel better by pretending to be your missing pen pal, or could he actually be…

“I’m Cream, and you’re Strawberry.” Todoroki smiled. “Because you picked Strawberry first, so I picked Cream for my favorite sweet.” A slight frown muddled his features. “Although, I’m still uncertain why you tried to get me to pick something different…”

Relief and happiness spread throughout your body as he recounted your very first conversation. Your limbs moved before you gave it much thought, your arms wrapping around Todoroki’s neck as you embraced him tightly. His arms took barely a second before they were wrapping around you, too. “I promise I’ll explain everything, Y/N, if you’ll let me? You aren’t too mad at me, are you?”

You sniffled as fresh, happy tears slid down your cheeks. “Only a little bit, but I’m mostly just really glad that it was you all along.” A shaky laugh left you as your hold on him tightened and he did the same. “I had the biggest crush on you for the longest time.”

Todoroki felt his face flush at your confession, his heart rate picking up speed. “And now?” He hesitantly asked you.

Very slowly, you loosened your grip on him and pulled back just enough that you could look him in the eyes. You felt heat rise to your face as you blushed brightly. “Now? Even before I knew that it was you, I… I’m in love with you, Todoroki Shouto.”

A rush of relief overtook him and his mouth was suddenly covering yours in a heated kiss. You gasped in surprise, immediately feeling his tongue invade your mouth. As he explored your mouth, a small groan escaped you and he held you even tighter. You were consumed by him.

Todoroki was thrilled to have you in his arms. He’d thought that he lost his chance to make a connection with you, but he’d been getting to know you all along. He had allowed his heart to shift from you to Strawberry after your last run with him, thinking that you loved someone else. Was it destiny that you were Strawberry all along?

He didn’t care. He had you and that was all that mattered to him. Never had he wanted to kiss someone as much as he’d wanted to kiss you. He would have been content to do so for the rest of the night until the front doors to the dorm suddenly opened and the two of you wrenched apart.

A fierce blush overtook your features as the rest of Class 1-A returned. A few of them that had come in first paused at the door to stare at the two of you. Mina was first to break the silence. “Oh, thank whatever gods exist! You two finally got together! The tension was killing me!”

As your other classmates laughed in good nature, you covered your face and a pleased flush colored Todoroki’s cheeks as he smiled. Your classmates huddled around the two of you to tease and congratulate you, milling about as all of you eased into conversations about what you’d all be doing after graduation.

It was two more days until graduation, and your high school lives would be ending. However, for you and Todoroki, things were only just beginning.

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One year later…

Strong, but gentle hands gripped your hips as they tried to pull you back to bed. You giggled as you let them, turning around to face your lover. “Shouto, I’m hungry…” You mock whined, not really complaining that he wanted to pull you in for another kiss.

You attempted to pull away, again, but he wouldn’t let you. A grin spread across his face as he tugged you back into bed and settled you over his body. “Maybe I wanted to eat you for breakfast?” You gave a breathy laugh that quickly transformed into a moan as his left hand found your slick folds where you straddled his waist.

His cold fingers had you whimpering and he knows well enough by now to know exactly what you want. His hands gripped your thighs as he helped ease you up his body until you were straddling his face, a mischievous smirk on his lips. A shiver passed through your body, feeling the contrast in temperatures on each of your thighs. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

A high-pitched keen fell from your lips at Shouto’s warm tongue slipped between your folds and slid along the length of your slit until he found your clit. Your thighs clamped around his head, your hands flying to grip his hair as he sucked your clit into his mouth. His hands moved around to grip your ass, holding you in place as he teased you, his tongue suddenly turning cold.

You gasped at the temperature change, eliciting a moan from you when his tongue dipped down to your entrance. His tongue flashed between hot and cold as it explored within your tight inner walls, seeking the spot that he knew would have you seeing stars. You panted heavily as your fingers tightened in his hair, barely keeping up with the changing temperatures that left you shaking in his hold.

Shouto brought a hand around your hip, slipping between your legs to press his thumb against your clit. It wasn’t until you felt a searing heat that you realized it was his right hand, your head falling back on lewd moan. You ground your hips against his face as his tongue inside you went cold, needing more of his contrasting temperatures.

The tightened cord finally snapped when he switched hands on your clit, the temperatures between his thumb and his tongue suddenly switching making you orgasm hard. You cried out and reached for the headboard to help keep yourself upright as you rode out your orgasm, still grinding against his face. “Sh-Shouto…” You moaned his name as his hands gripped your thighs, again, and he slowly lapped up your release.

Your hips jerked as his tongue ran along your sensitive folds and you whimpered softly. Letting you lift yourself, Shouto smiled up at you and licked his lips. “You taste like strawberries and cream, Y/N.” Your face flushed, as it did every time he said that. He made the same comment every time he ate you out. Even though you were sure that you definitely didn’t taste like strawberries and cream, it made you smile as it reminded you of how the two of you got together.

Shouto wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he watched you climb down his body until you were nestled between his legs. His eyes blazed with heat as you took his hard cock into your hand and gave him the same smirk he’d given you before eating you out. Your tongue darted out to capture the leaking pre-cum from his slit, making him hiss with pleasure.

Not wanting to tease him too much, you closed your mouth over his swollen head and sucked hard. Hips jerked as he groaned, his fingers threading into your hair and gripping tightly. You slowly sucked in his length, your tongue gliding over each prominent vein along his girth. A low string of curses escaped Shouto as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and you swallowed him down until his pubes tickled your nose.

His grip on your hair tightened until tears pricked the corners of your eyes, holding you in place until you tapped his leg to indicate you needed air. With a deep moan, he loosened his hold and let you ease back so that you could breathe, again. Once you’d taken a deep gulp of air, you dove back in and filled your mouth with his length.

Shouto was always reduced to little more than a puddle whenever you went down on him. The pace your mouth set as you swallowed him down was perfect, making him a mess of moans. Just as he was getting close, the tension building in his groin, you reached a hand to cup his balls and massage them gently while your other hand stroked his length when your mouth wasn’t covering him.

A string of curses fell from Shouto’s lips and his grip on your hair pulled you down fully on his cock as his hips jerked, spilling his hot seed down your throat. You happily drank him down and waited patiently for his grip to ease on your hair so that you could pull off of him. The moment you lifted off, he was pulling you back up to him.

You grinned at him. “Hm. You taste just like strawberries and cream.” Shouto grinned at you as he held you to his chest and pressed sweet kisses to your lips. You returned each one, shivering as his hands caressed over your skin. He wasn’t done with you.

You squealed with delight as he suddenly flipped you onto your back and he smothered you with his body. His mouth covered yours with a passionate kiss, tongue slipping between your lips with ease. You moaned, feeling his thick cock pressing against your thigh, and lifted your hips off the bed as you tried to get more of him. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him closer, and he obliged.

Reaching between your bodies, Shouto angled himself until his tip teased against your entrance, making you mewl until he pressed himself fully inside you. You shared a moan with him at the sensation of him filling you so perfectly. Shouto had to take a deep breath to steady himself as he felt your inner walls fluttering around his cock. “So tight… Y/N…”

You lifted your legs and wrapped them around Shouto’s waist, urging him to move. “Shouto… please… ah~” Your pleading seemed to do the trick as he pulled back and snapped his hips forward to fill you, again. You cried out at his forcefulness, fingernails digging into his back as you held on for dear life.

You did your best to meet the delicious and relentless pace that Shouto set, pleasure overriding your senses. His mouth closed over the juncture of your neck, his teeth latching onto your skin as he bit you. The added pain to your pleasure made you moan loudly, your head falling back against the pillows.

Shouto moaned as he released his teeth from your neck, feeling your walls clench tightly around his cock. His hips stuttered slightly as he felt himself near the edge. Reaching between your bodies with his right hand, his fingers found your clit and massaged sloppy circles over it to push you closer to your release.

It wasn’t long before he had you plummeting over the edge and your orgasm washed over you as you cried out his name. “Shouto!” A harsh curse fell from his lips as your walls quivered and clenched over his cock as though trying to milk him for his own orgasm. It worked as he found himself following your release, painting your insides white with thick ropes of his cum.

His thrusts finally stilled when he had finished filling you with his seed. Panting heavily, your hands found Shouto’s face as you pulled him to you for a sweet kiss. He returned it, then proceeded to pepper more kisses over your face and neck as you both basked in the afterglow.

You smiled blissfully as you matched each of his kisses until his mouth found yours again. It was a long moment before he pulled back from you, sighing as he rested his face against your neck. “I love you, Strawberry.” Your smile warmed at the nickname as you held him close.

“I love you, too, Cream.”

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Epilogue

The polar white stars were sparkling and shimmering in the Alicante skies like bejeweled grains of sand allowed to sparkle in silence. The adamas of the demon towers were giving a bright glow on the streets, highlighting the people walking on it. Everything was perfect and there was a calming silence.

All the couples gathered on the rooftop of Magnus' loft for a much-needed get-together. It's been more than a week since Malec's anniversary and everything was getting back to normal. Magnus was getting used to the new lifestyle and powers. He had started gaining control over his magic and the newly developed wings with the help of Alec and Daniel, or more precisely Daniel, as his wife is a warlock too and he made the same mistake as Alec. It was a struggle for him in the beginning, but as his husband said, he was one of the strongest warlocks to ever exist, he had gained control over himself sooner than expected.

Alec was more than happy to see his husband getting back to normal. He was no longer crying and zoning out at times, his nightmares have reduced a lot, he still gets those sometimes, but it's not that bad like before, which made him realize that he did the right thing by becoming an immortal. He got out of his thoughts when a strong pair of arms wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Magnus asked.

Alec turned around in the cage of his husband's arms and pecked him on the lips. "Thinking about my charming husband."

"Hmm... I am charming!"

"Stop making us uncomfortable and get your asses back here, right now!" Izzy shouted in the background.

Both men rolled their eyes together at that.

"Shall we?" Magnus asked.

"Shouldn't keep the birthday girl waiting!"

They both walked towards the center table Magnus had conjured for the celebration. It wasn't just a get-together, it was also Izzy's birthday week and she was celebrating every single day of it. But today was actually her birthday and she was on cloud nine.

There was a huge vanilla flavored cake kept on the table which was yet to be cut, and there were several gifts scattered around the table. On a separate table nearby, the arrangements for the dinner were done. She had already celebrated her birthday in New York in the morning with the whole family and they all decided to keep the night for the couples only as they haven't had a chance to spend time together in ages.

"Seriously, both of you. At least wait till we are gone! Jeez!"

"Shut your mouth, Herondale. You know that I bear you only because of Alexander, right?" Magnus said.

"You know what, Magnus, I love you too!" Jace said mockingly.

"Okay, cut it! I can't stand you both sometimes!" Alec said while shaking his head.

"Can we now focus on my birthday!"

"Izzy, did you realize you're cutting your birthday cake for the sixth time?" Jace said.

"It's my birthday, I'll do whatever I want!" She shrugged.

The others sighed and shook their heads. They know how Isabelle Lightwood gets when she's excited and wants something. When everyone was finally gathered near the table circling around her, she cut the cake and made the wish, a wish she really wanted to come true. Everyone sang for her and gave her birthday wishes. This was her day after all. They then grabbed their plates and filled them with whatever cuisine they wanted, which Magnus had summoned for them.

After filling their plates they sat on bean bags or mini couches Magnus summoned to decorate the place, savoring the delicious food on their plates.

"Okay, where are my gifts? And don't tell me these empty boxes are my gifts! I'm not a fool!" Izzy said fiercely.

"Seriously Izzy, you used the transparency rune!" Alec shook his head in disbelief.

"What? I wanted to know what you people got me!" She shrugged.

"Then thank the angels that we didn't put your surprise here!" Jace said while shoving her hands away. "Hands off my bacon!" But she was fast, she quickly grabbed one piece of bacon.

"A surprise? You guys really planned a surprise for me?" She asked while chewing on the bacon.

"Why not, Isabelle, a woman like you with such a strong and fierce nature deserves everything."

"That's so sweet, thank you, Magnus."

"You're most welcome, Isabelle." He clicked his fingers and four different sized boxes appeared near them, two of them were really huge, one was from Magnus and the other one from Clary, the other two boxes were kept on the table, a big box one was from Jace and the smallest one which mostly looked like a card was from Alec. When they were done with their dinner, he waved his hands and all of their empty plates disappeared.

"Seriously, big brother! What is it? A sorry card?"

Alec sighed and shook his head. "Just open it to find out."

"Fine! But first," she looked at all the four boxes then looked at one of the bigger boxes which had 'Happy birthday future Parabatai' written on it. "I'll open Clary's."

She jumped from her couch and quickly walked towards it, opening it as quickly as possible, without caring about the wrapper. Everyone shook their heads at her excitement and Alec looked at Magnus wondering how similar they both are when it comes to gifts. A loud gasp and high-pitched squeal brought him back to reality.

"By the angel! It's beautiful. Thank you, Parabatai." There was a beautiful black dress worn over a dummy with some silver jewelry over it. The dress was speaking of confidence and fierceness just like Izzy.

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"This is for our Parabatai ceremony, Izzy. We decided on black, so here it is. You have to wear this only, else I'll get upset." She fake pouted.

"Don't worry, Clary, I'm definitely going to wear it. And now I get to choose yours."

"I'm sure you'll choose the best for me, like always."

Izzy walked towards her and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, Clary."

When they broke the hug she looked at the other gifts. "Now, let's see what my brother-in-law got me." She looked at Magnus and smiled.

The box was similar to Clary's but a little wider. She quickly opened it like the previous one and gasped. There was a beautiful antique gold-colored draped gown worn over a dummy with some light antique gold jewelry on it.

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"By the angel! It's gorgeous. Thank you, Magnus." She walked towards him and gave him a gentle hug, as she was aware of the new unknown powers he now possesses.

"I hope you liked it, Isabelle."

"Like it? I love it, Magnus. Though, I need to think of an occasion to wear it."

"Hope you'll find one soon."

She hugged him once again then walked towards the table picking up the bigger box first. As soon as she opened it she gasped and covered her mouth then looked at Jace.

"Jace! Oh my god! I don't know what to say. How?" She looked at different weapons and advanced weapons forging tools, tracing her fingers over them gently. These were the tools one can find only with the iron sisters and she was only able to use them once when she had forged Glorious.

"I'll be honest, I got a little help from Clary. I noticed your frequent visits to the weapons room and I knew you missed being there. Everyone knows your love for weapons, Izzy. So I thought this would be the best gift for you. Happy Birthday!"

"Thank you so much, Jace." She kept the box on the table and hugged him tightly. When she broke the hug, she looked at the final gift and sighed. "Now, let's see what your sorry card reads, Alec."

"It's not a sorry card, Izzy!"

"Seriously, Alec, what is it? You could've done better than a card. Magnus, at least you should have helped him." Jace said.

"To be honest, Jace, even I don't know what's in that, he didn't let me near it."

"You were that embarrassed, Alec," Izzy said, raising an eyebrow at him.

Alec sighed and shook his head. "Just open it, Izzy."

Izzy obliged, she removed the unnecessary wrapper quickly then opened the thin box, but when she saw the contents of it, her eyes watered. She looked between the box and her brother. "Alec.." She softly breathed out, put the box on the table, ran towards her brother, and hugged him as tightly as possible.

"Izzy! You haven't even seen it completely."

Everyone looked at the siblings with confusion.

"Okay, what's in that box that he got this treatment from you and not me!?" Jace said, slightly offended.

"You won't believe it, Jace," Izzy said, she picked up the box again and ran her fingers through the contents of it softly, then picked up a tiny bracelet from it which was slightly broken from several edges, but by looking at it, it was clear that it had been tried to repair recently.

It was one of her favorite bracelets she used to wear in her childhood a lot. It never was perfect as it was handmade and gifted by Alec himself on her 4th birthday, but she always loved it because her big brother had put effort to gift her something when he was barely 7 himself. It was too close to her heart that she never removed it from her hands but it got broken by Max accidentally when he was six months old and was playing with her. She doesn't remember if she had ever cried like she did that day. She lost it after some time and never found it again.

Next, she picked up a silver necklace which was in the same condition as the bracelet. She laughed softly at that and a teardrop fell on her cheek. The necklace had a wooden pendant that had a Lightwood symbol engraved on it. She remembers it really well, it was handmade by both her brothers and was gifted to her on her 13th birthday. She lost it when she was on a hunt with Maryse and both Jace and Alec got mad at that. She kept it down on the table then picked up the next thing.

It was the first-ever dark red colored lipstick she got when she was around six years old and started gaining interest in makeup and dressing up. She used to watch Maryse dressing up and wanted lipstick like her, she created a fit until she didn't get it. She didn't know how, but Alec managed to get her one and she was way too happy about it. Her happiness only lasted till the time Maryse found out and took it away.

She kept it on the table then picked up the next item, a princess tiara she got from Alec when she was barely two years old. She always used to play with it a lot, until she broke it and then lost it which made Alec mad and it took her nearly a week to convince her brother and get an apology from him. She looked at her brother with tear-filled eyes and kept the tiara on the table gently.

She gasped when she saw the next content of the box. It was a beautiful calligraphy pen made out of the feathers of Alec's wings. Looks like her recent interest in calligraphy didn't go unnoticed. She wanted an old-styled feather pen for calligraphy and now she has one.

"By the angel! Alec, how did you make a pen with the feathers of your wings?"

"They molted a few days ago, so I thought why not put it into use. And I saw how much you admired them so.." he shrugged.

She kept the pen on the table delicately then took out the next content which was actually a card but not a sorry card. On the front cover of it was a collage of her and Alec's pictures from their childhood till now. She opened the card and on the next two pages, there was a handwritten message from her big brother.

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Happy 23rd birthday, Izzy.

I didn't realize when my little princess got this big when she became a strong, fierce, and full of confident women. I'm really proud of the person you've become. I knew that you were always outspoken and confident, but I didn't know that deep down inside you were empty. I'm happy that you found someone like Simon. You both are meant for each other.

I feel really lucky to have a sister like you, Izzy. You knew about me when I didn't know myself, supported me, and understood me. And for that, I can never thank you enough. I know I can never say it out loud to you ever, so I'm writing it here, thank you for inviting Magnus to my wedding that day, I don't want to imagine what would've happened if he didn't crash it that day. I know it was his decision, but you played a big part in it, you saved me from myself, Izzy. And thank you so much for that. I don't know what I did to deserve a sister like you, didn't know when my little princess became this mature. To be honest, I didn't know what to get you, so this was the only thing I could think of.

Happy Birthday, Izzy.

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Izzy wiped the tears falling on her cheeks as she finished reading the card, then looked at her big brother and wrapped him in a tight hug. "Thank you so much, big brother."

Alec kissed her on top of her head and stroked her hair gently. "Happy Birthday my little princess!" He then picked up the tiny tiara from the table and placed it on the top of her head. Izzy laughed wholeheartedly at that.

"It won't fit me anymore, big brother." She smiled at him. "Though, how did you find all these?"

"I had my ways and my new powers as well. It helped."

"It was the most beautiful gift I got until now. Thank you."

"Wow, you both are such sibling goals." Simon finally spoke who was quiet the whole time.

"Shut up, Si! Don't you dare say anything, you didn't even get me anything, not even a card."

"Izzy, calm down, please. I did get you a gift, it's not just here right now."

"Really Simon, then when were you planning to give it to me? After the day ends?"

"Umm.. actually no. I was planning to give it to you after we talked to them about what we wanted to talk to them for a long time. So can we talk to them about it first?"

"What the hell did he just say!?" Jace asked.

Izzy ignored her brother and took Simon's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Are you sure, Simon?"

"Thousand percent, Izzy."

"Um.. what is going on?" Clary asked.

"We both want to talk to you all about something," Izzy said while holding hands with Simon.

"And that is...?" Alec asked.

"Actually, big brother, you are all aware of the recent call for help from the Ohio Institute as they witnessed the disappearance of downworlders at a frequent rate."

"What about it, Isabelle? I tried reaching for the high warlock of Ohio, I got no response but I got a reassuring message from her that she's not available for a meeting at the moment. Did the shadowhunters tell you something?"

"Actually yes, Magnus. I went there recently and found out that these disappearances were similar to the ones we witnessed when Aldertree tried to remove the downworlders from New York. We.." she looked around at all the attentive and curious expressions of everyone and continued. "We found Gabrielle Penn, she's... she's dead, Magnus."

Alec held his husband's hand tightly, he knew that they didn't know each other personally, but learning something bad about your own kind was hard.

"How?" Was all Magnus asked.

"When we found her, she was a mundane, she told us about what happened. Apparently, there was some shadowhunter who knew Aldertree and had worked with Valentine as well, he had the same mentality as them. We tracked down his secret lab and saved many downworlders but he ran away, the Ohio Institute is searching for him. Because Gabrielle was a 900-year-old warlock, her immortality caught up to her and she died after a few days."

"Izzy, I don't get it, what's the point here?" Clary asked.

Izzy exchanged a look with Simon. "We thought it was the last of heavenly fire which was used on Luke but we were wrong. We found more of heavenly fire in that secret lab and I took it to the New York Institute. You people are the first one to know about it, no one in the institute knows because we.. umm.."

"What is it, Izzy?" Alec asked.

"We want to use it on me," Simon answered for Izzy. Everyone's eyes went wide at that.

"Good riddance," Jace murmured under his breath, earning a kick on his shin from Izzy and Clary at the same time.

"Simon, are Elaine and Becky okay? Is everything all right? I thought you were liking with us, this world, even you said yourself th-"

"Slow down, Fray. I'm not planning on leaving you all. And Mom and Becky are fine. It's not that... it's, umm.." He looked at Izzy, who squeezed their intertwined hands gently. "I... I want to become a Shadowhunter."

"You've got to be kidding me! Is this why you weren't using your vampiric powers recently in your training?"

"Yes, Jace, that's why. And before any of you ask, I'll clear everything myself. We both wanted this for a long time and we are sure about it. It actually started as a joke, she saw my archery and suggested me to be a shadowhunter, but when I actually thought about it, saw you all training together, fighting for each other, the family you have, I couldn't help but want to be a part of it. And most importantly, I want to do it for Izzy, for my beautiful girlfriend. I want to feel again, every single part of it."

"Aww.. that's so sweet Simon. But are you really sure? It won't be easy to turn into a mundane then a shadowhunter, anything could happen."

"I'm sure, Fray. Besides, I've been training with the best shadowhunter, so I'm certain nothing bad will happen. I want this, for me and for us." He beamed at Jace, making him scoff.

"I'm just going to say one thing, Simon. I'm really happy that my sister found a person like you. And, about your archery skills, I want to see it." Alec said with a smile.

Izzy looked at her brothers and friends then at Simon, whom she was really proud of. "Thank you, all of you. I don't know how you people who've reacted to this, but I'm happy that you all accepted it."

"Why wouldn't we, Izzy. That vampire does annoy me but if you're happy then we all are happy for you. And, besides, don't let my training fail, Lewis. I've been training you for years, so if you're going to become a shadowhunter now, you shouldn't be an ass about it."

"He's not like you, Jace," Izzy said while smacking his head, making others laugh.

"I'm only going to say, all the best for your new life Simon," Magnus said.

"Thank you, all of you. It means a lot." Simon said.

Izzy looked at him with pride and curiosity. "Now, Si, where's my gift?"

Simon shook his head at his girlfriend's curiosity. "Before that, Izzy, I want to say something to you."

Izzy sighed. "Fine, Si."

Simon moved towards her and held her hand in his. "Izzy, I don't know how to say this. I know I do talk a lot, but.. okay," he cleared his throat then continued, "Do you know when I got to know about this shadow world how freaked out I was, and your brothers only added to that misery." They both chuckled at that. "But, when I first saw you, I had an instant crush on you. The way you activated your angelic rune, you were hot and beautiful and sexy and I couldn't keep my eyes off you." Izzy winked at him at that and his face became red, but he didn't back off from what he was saying. "But, when we started to know each other, I saw a woman with a fierce and loving heart. You weren't just beautiful from the outside, you're beautiful from the inside."

"Aww... Si, thank you."

"I'm not done, Izzy. So, I was saying.. how beautiful your soul is. You saved me, several times in all these years and I can never get tired of that." He smiled at that, making her smile get wider.

"When.. when I died and became a vampire, I saw myself as a monster. I know I got help from Clary and Raphael to get used to that lifestyle, but you Izzy, you put a meaning to it. When Heidi put my family through that misery and I... I bit Becky, all I saw myself as the monster I was, but you, you held me together, told me that I wasn't a monster and that wasn't my fault. I was lost, didn't know what to do, where to go, but you stood by me, showed me the path which I wasn't sure about. You were there for me when I was going through hell." Simon had tears in his eyes and so did Izzy's.

"Simon,-" Before she could say further, he put his finger on her lips. She pecked on it and nodded, making him smile a little.

"You made me realize that I'm much stronger than I thought about myself, I was empty, lonely, and completely lifeless. But you put life into me and made me smile at the toughest of times. You were always there whenever I needed you." Izzy now had tears flowing down her cheeks.

"Do you know Izzy, when I thought that I had feelings for Clary, or for Maya, I thought I was searching for the right person for me, but deep down inside, I knew somewhere that I was falling for you. I was just trying to lie to myself that why will an amazing person like you fall for a nerd like me, I was just happy with the friendship we had."

"Simon..." Izzy breathed out in her choking voice, unable to form words at that. She was way too overwhelmed with the emotions flowing through her. So she squeezed their intertwined hand gently and smiled warmly at him.

"You are such an amazing, strong, fearless, understanding, compassionate, fierce, caring, loving, and independent woman, Izzy. I don't even have the right words to describe you. I feel so lucky to have someone like you in my life, someone so special that I never thought I would ever have. Do you remember when we made that pinky promise? That we'll stay single for life." They both laughed at that with tears still falling on their faces.

"Look at the irony now, Izzy. We've been together for five years and these five years are the best years of my life. You made me into this new confident person I'm right now, you saw through me and loved me even at times when I didn't deserve it. I guess that's what true love does to you. You made me a completely different person. You make me feel human again, make me want to cherish every single second with you. You're such an amazing person, Izzy, and I feel really lucky to have you in my life. So, that's why I wanted to ask you this."

He bent down on one knee and took out a small box which was in his jacket's pocket the whole time and opened it to reveal a beautiful rose gold colored ring which had a beautiful diamond on its center and was engraved with love knots on both sides, having small cut diamonds on it. Izzy gasped and covered her mouth with both hands.

"Isabelle Sophia Lightwood, will you marry me?"

Tears were running down from Izzy's eyes uncontrollably. "Yes! Yes, a million times yes, Simon. I love you so much."

Simon put the ring on Izzy's ring finger, got up, and picked up his fiancée in his arms, grinning widely. Izzy shrieked and started laughing, then took his fiancé in a passionate liplock. A collective clearing of throats caught their attention and they broke the kiss, blush creeping on both of their faces.

Izzy looked around and noticed that both the couples were standing far from them on either side of the roof, grinning widely and there was a huge circle surrounding her and Simon, made up of different varieties of roses. That's when the realization hit her.

"Wait, did you all know that he was going to propose?"

"Isn't that obvious, Izzy!" Jace said.

"Umm, Izzy, I obviously asked your family first for your hand, and they.. kind of helped me out," Simon confessed. Izzy couldn't help but smile at that. She was feeling ecstatic right now.

"Congratulations, Izzy. I'm really happy for you both." Alec said.

"We all are!" Clary chimed in.

"Now, this calls for a celebration!" Magnus said and waved his hands. A huge bottle of white wine appeared on the table and Alec glared at him.

"Just this once, Alexander. Please!" Magnus fluttered his eyes at him making him shake his head.

"Cut him some slack, big brother. Chill out."

"Fiiine!" Alec said in defeat.

Izzy and Simon opened the bottle together, then they filled their glasses and started chatting, laughing, and dancing around, enjoying the moment to their fullest, completely oblivious of the pair of blood-red eyes watching them from the infinity of the skies the whole time.

"So, you are the new angel that bastard created! Alexander. Gideon. Lightwood. It's never happening. There was only one immortal shadowhunter that lived and will always live. You are nothing in front of me. You have to die, Alexander Gideon Lightwood. You all have to die." With those last words, he shot his dull black wings through the clouds and vanished into the infinity of the skies.

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THE END

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Name (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Anon asked: “suggestion for Todoroki angst : he got in an arranged marriage with S/O because of his dad who offered a large amount of money to her family for this. Indeed it’s not what they are both looking for but Todoroki really acts cold, is sharp, openly criticizes her (a bit OOC ik) ... S/O is hurt but is still trying to be a good wife around the house to make the best of the situation and hide her insecurities. It’s just an idea, if it does not inspire you I hope you will find something better!! xx

Genre: Angst. Just...angst. I’m so sorry in advance plz don’t hate me

Warnings: Grab your tissues, this is a long roller coaster that’s only going downhill OH GOD I’M SO SORRY

Word count: 3,059

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: (Submission 1/3 for my post asking for todo angst ideas! Thanks for the ask anon!)

Um. This is...depressing. Really depressing and really intense. I didn’t expect it would turn out this way. But it did. I had 2 other endings, but I instinctively wrote this one. I actually had to stop and cry for a few minutes because it was just really painful I mean, I know I said I was ready to but I didn’t actually mEAn it

I tried a different style for this, but I think it suits the story well. It’s 3rd person limited because I wanted you to experience everyone’s feelings in this (gotta maximize on the angst yknow) and half past tense bc of reasons you’ll find out.

God I’m afraid to post this. Is it bad that I love it, I honestly spent so much time writing this, but it hurts sO mUch?? Y’all are gonna hate me, you’re gonna kill me, oh no, just read the thing already, I’m hiding.

Buy me a coffee?

Shoto didn't know how to react to the news. It's not that he had his eye on anyone in particular, or that he was even interested in marriage for that matter. But because he proposed it, the man who had spent his entire childhood controlling every aspect of his life, he refused to accept any other intrusions from the man he should call "father."

The strange man across from his father spoke those words so casually. "So Endeavor, when are these two tying the knot?"

At first, he thought he had misheard or misunderstood. And then his father responded just as casually, "The date is set for next month."

The normally calm and collected boy almost burst the entire room into flames. He clenched the silverware so hard his knuckles turned white and his teeth ground together, but he couldn't say anything in front of his father's guest and his daughter for fear of shaming himself. The girl across from him offered a sympathetic look, but he turned away, already preparing the earful he's going to give his father.

"I want nothing to do with this!" he whirled on Endeavor as soon as they were home. "You've made my life a living hell controlling every single thing! And now you even want to control my marriage?!"

"I'm doing this for you!" Endeavor bellowed right back. "For the Todoroki name! For your future!"

"This is all for you! I want no part-!"

"If you don't agree, you'll never see your mother or the siblings again."

The calm threat was enough to drench Shoto's wrath into submissive fear. The flaming monster in front of him proved once again that he hasn't an ounce of sympathy for his blood. He's learned that family is the only thing keeping his son under his thumb and he still actively exploits that weakness.

All the boy can do is swallow and walk away, retreating to the outside world to escape his bitter reality even temporarily. Shoto doesn't have outbursts often, but there are times when the straw finally breaks the camel's back, and this is one of them. All he can do is run until he can't run anymore, reaching somewhere secluded enough where he can burst out in flames and ice without hurting anyone, finally getting to a forest where he can do exactly that and scream to his heart's content. It's the only thing he can do that is under his own control.

In the month that followed up to the wedding, Shoto barely spoke a word to anyone, choosing to isolate himself. He only came out when he absolutely had to show his face at functions to the bride's family and look presentable. His mind was always absent, the time flying in a blur of colors and white. Thankfully, his father did the preparations, so all he had to do was go along with everything. Shoto was simply playing a role in a play or movie, he was an actor who deserved an award for being in character for a month.

The night of the wedding, he and his newly-wedded wife were whisked away to their new home, being alone for the first time together. He didn't even know what she looked like nor did he care. As soon as they walked through the door of their already-furnished house, he released a heavy breath, brushed past her, unbuttoned his tuxedo, and - cold as his ice quirk - instructed, "I'm going to bed. Don't come up tonight." It was the first time he had ever spoken directly to her.

His wife, through this entire ordeal, was patient with him. She didn't want this arrangement either, but she figured they could at least talk and come to a mutual agreement. The entire month, she never pushed him to speak to her. She anticipated that he would be rational about this, as she was told by her family, and that they would be able to talk things over when they were finally alone. Just as she was going to speak her mind the way she had rehearsed it many times, he dismissed her. She was hurt, but she understood. He's exhausted after a whole month of stress and preparations, she rationalized, He just wants to rest. I wouldn't want to talk to a stranger after all that either.

Resolving to try again tomorrow morning, she undressed (with great difficulty), crept into the master bedroom for her clothes while Shoto showers, retrieved her pajamas quietly, and retreated back to the living room. The girl searched all the closets for a thick enough blanket and settles down to sleep on a couch, the exhaustion putting her right to sleep.

The next morning, the new Mrs. Todoroki woke up bright and early to make breakfast for her husband as an olive branch. She toiled away in the kitchen, somewhat making a racket even though she wanted to stay quiet so Shoto can sleep. Just as she finished setting the table and had to face the question of how to wake him, the boy padded down from the room.

"Oh, morning!" she smiled brightly at him.

He murmured a greeting back only to be polite, his face devoid of any real emotions other than coldness. He sat as far away from her a possible, thanking her for the meal halfheartedly and digging in without another word.

After waiting a few moments to let him satisfy his hunger, she cleared her throat. "So, um-"

"Your tamagoyaki needs more soy sauce and butter," he stated bluntly.

She blinked at the harsh comment. It was shocking he said anything to her at all, and the first thing he said was an insult.

"And the miso has no flavor," he continued in the same tone.

The girl finally gathered her wits. "I'll do better tomorrow. Thanks for the feedback, I guess?" she laughed nervously, trying to erase the immense tension Shoto bled into the atmosphere. When he didn't respond, she tried again. "I know this isn't something either of us wanted, but that doesn't mean we have to live here like enemies. We could be friends, or even just roommates!"

"I'd rather be strangers," he interjected harshly.

It felt like a stab in the heart. Here she was, trying to make their lives somewhat bearable together through their common misfortune, and all he wanted to do was live like ghosts in the same house.

Shoto placed his chopsticks down firmly, glaring her straight in the eyes with the iciest hatred she's ever seen. "Just to be clear, I want no part of you. You live your life and I live mine. You can have the bedroom to sleep at night if you want, but it's mine when I come home to shower and prepare for bed. We will not sleep, talk, or breathe near each other as long as we are in this house."

She dipped her head in defeat, unable to bear the weight of his stare. "C-Can we at least have our meals together?" she asked feebly.

It's something he respected, coming from family values no matter how broken. It's the only exception he made to their less-than relationship.

Months passed and she kept her end of the bargain through a suffocating routine. At first, the girl was kind, trying to get him to open up to her somehow without overstepping her boundaries. She made excuses for him constantly. He's just tired. The least I can do is leave him alone. I can't comfort him anyway, I'm a stranger. He's still upset about the whole thing, he'll come around. She even begged her boss to let her leave a little early every day to make sure she had ample amount of time to get home, shower, and prepare dinner before Shoto returned. When he did, he wordlessly showered, sat down to dinner, nitpicked at her cooking, finished eating, and went to sleep on the living room couch, all without even sparing her a glance.

But as every day passed, she grew more weary and worn in her efforts to please him. She tried to fix every little complaint Shoto had about her cooking or the cleanliness of the house or the laundry, but nothing seemed to satisfy him. She tried to hold onto the silver lining. At least he never touched me wrong or took advantage of me, she would think bitterly. He has the decency not to take his anger out on me.

Then the dark thoughts closed in as he continued ignoring her. Surely, Shoto's only disgusted with his father, he doesn't harbor hatred for her personally. Then she would remember the hate and disgust in his mismatched eyes the first day of their marriage. She realized no matter how desperately she tried, he wouldn't show her any signs of warmth or appreciation. No more did she try to make conversation with him during meals or greet him when he came home. There were days she thought, Why should I even try? He wouldn't like it either way. What's the point of getting up today? Maybe he'll even criticize how I sleep. But she still rose out of bed every morning and carried out her routine because it could always be worse.

A sliver of hope came in the form of Shoto's birthday. The girl figured if she did something just a little special, he would acknowledge her even the tiniest bit. She spent days beforehand researching and testing out the perfect cold soba recipe because she knew it was his favorite. She lit some candles on the table and bought a small cake for them to share.

When he came home, she was sure he would notice and say something, but he didn't; he went straight up to the bathroom as he usually did without a word. Though she felt the glimmer lessen in her heart, she didn't give up. For the first time in a while, she verbalized her thoughts to him.

"I made your favorite for your birthday!" she chirped as he sat down, setting the plate and a cup of dipping sauce in front of him. She was so eager for him to try it because she was confident she'd gotten it right this time. If she were a dog, her tail would've wagged in anticipation as he slurped the noodles into his mouth. She waited patiently for his feedback, leaning forward in excitement as he swallowed.

"The noodles are slightly overcooked. And the dipping sauce is too strong, you didn't add enough water."

Her hopes came crashing to a halt. She couldn't even muster anything else to say as he hastily finished his dinner and rose to leave.

She stood up, heart hammering in her chest. "What about the cake?" Anything, something!

"I don't want it." He turned his back to her.

"I got it for you!" It was the first time she explicitly stated her intentions, the first time she made herself vulnerable.

"You shouldn't have gotten it at all. It was a waste of time. Why did you even try?" The calm and cold words stung her as he got up and left her in the dining room alone.

His words echoed against the empty walls of the dining room. She looked down at the cake he disregarded, feeling cold and dizzy. She took a shaky breath in and out before resting her head on the cold glass table to stabilize herself. The voice stabs through her even as she closed her eyes to block them out.

It was then she felt bluntly in her mind. He hates me.

The girl feels nothing but numbing cold, both on her face and inside. Rolling up to sit, her neck and back cry out in soreness from sleeping on the table, pale light greeting her from the nearby window. Her face feels strange, and she trudges to the bathroom mirror to check why. She knows she should be preparing for work, but what's the point? Her reflection reveals lines across her cheek, probably from sleeping on the edge of the table. She shuffles to the kitchen because she should probably start breakfast, but why should she? Leaning against the counter, she can't bring herself to move anywhere. Her brain buffers as she tries to force herself to think of what to do now. She doesn't feel sick, but there's a dull, cool feeling in her limbs that she can't face.

The phone rings, catching her off guard. Glancing at the number, she doesn't hesitate to answer. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby. It's me."

Her eyebrows relax, appreciating the sound of a familiar voice. "Hey, Mom. What's up?" She knows her voice sounds weak, she's hoping the woman can't hear it.

"I'm just checking in, you haven't called in a while. Is something up? You don't sound good."

"I'm...fine," she stumbles over the word. "How's dad?"

"He's doing well. You sure you're not sick, sweetie?"

"I'm not." She leans her back on the counter.

"Is Shoto there? How is he?"

And just like that, she feels something dislodge in her throat. "He's going to work, he probably left early." She doesn't know, there hasn't been any rustling in the house.

Her mom is silent for a while. "Tell me the truth. What happened?"

The sound of her mother's stern voice moves something in her chest. "It's nothing, I just made a mistake."

"Doing what?"

"I tried making Shoto's favorite dish for his birthday yesterday. I put so much time and energy into perfecting it for him to enjoy it, but I fell short again." She laughs bitterly, tears starting to fill her eyes. "He didn't even want the cake I got for him, he said it was a waste. I shouldn't have bothered with it." She blinks and a tear slides down her face. "I don't know why I was expecting something different to happen, I'm so stupid."

"Honey, where is this coming from? What's going on?"

She wipes her face, but more spill out of her eyes as she slides down the cabinet onto the cold floor. "It's just a little frustrating when you're sharing a house with someone you're married to and they barely acknowledge you. I mean, I expected there to be problems at first given the circumstances, but I didn't expect this." Her voice shakes with every word. "God, what did I do to deserve this? I've lived in this house for 5 months, and never has he even said 'thank you' to me. Hasn't breathed a word of appreciation to me. I do so much for him. I've bent over backwards for him just to make everything done the way he wants it, I've worked my entire routine, my entire life in this house to cater to him, but all he does is complain!" She sobs into the phone, curling up into a ball as tremors wrack through her body. "I'm just so tired. I don't know how much more I can take. I've made so many excuses for him, but I just can't do anything right. Why am I even still here?"

Her mother is silent on the other line. "My baby, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have allowed this marriage. I can't believe you're going through this."

The girl can't formulate words or think anything coherent. She drops the phone out of her hand, wrapping her legs to her chest as the tremors continue in waves, muffled whimpers the only thing escaping her lips because she's afraid to cry out loud despite being in an empty, lonely house.

Shoto heard something he probably shouldn't have, but he definitely needed to hear. It bothered him for the rest of the day. It was a sobering slap in the face that made him feel shame and regret, a hard-to-swallow pill that sat in his stomach the entire day.

On his way back home, the sound of her sobs echoes in his mind. He curses his behavior from the past few months. At the very least, he made a lady cry, and at the most, he's been a complete asshole. It's all his fault, that is something he's completely aware of and is ready to take full responsibility for. All this time, he was stupidly neglecting her out of spite for his father, but he broke her in the process. He's angry that he had to hear her crying to realize that. The only thing he can do now is hurry home to profusely apologize for what he's done and hope they can start over new and she forgives him, which he's prepared for her not to do.

Honestly, he deserves all the hate from her that he's shown her. After everything she's done for him and all the effort she's put into their imbalanced relationship, he wouldn't be surprised if she yelled at him and called him all sorts of names.

Shoto walks through the door, the atmosphere different. The house is quiet as usual, but it's more eerie than he remembers, as if that means anything with how aloof he was. He slips into the bedroom and changes quickly, returning back to the quiet dining room where his dinner waits for him at his place.

He tentatively sits and spares a quick glance at the girl who's supposed to be his wife. Her eyes are still puffy and she's tugging at her sleeves. It seems she's avoiding him and he was avoiding her before. He questions how things should start. When is the right time to speak his piece. Would she listen to him now? He decides to take a bite first and chews slowly. I guess a 'thank you' is a good place to start-

"We're getting a divorce."

He stops suddenly, almost choking.

"You don't owe me anything, and I don't want anything from you." She isn't looking at him, voice calm and collected. "Besides, it's better this way since it's what you wanted." She rises from her seat smoothly. "I've already packed for the next few nights. I'll have some workers come in the following weeks to clear out the rest, and the papers will be delivered promptly." Her footsteps recede from the room.

Shoto turns around to call out to her, and his minds comes up blank.

He never even bothered to remember her name.

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Sequel!

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↪ Into the Unknown ↩

being awoken on a beach shore not knowing where you were was a scary thing, it was even scarier realizing you weren’t in the world you were meant to be in. with no recollection of your past life besides the backpack with a few of your items, the only thing you could do was adapt, and so that’s what you did.

Tags : Pirate! Ateez // OC Reader // Dark Themes of Death, Prostitution and Slave Trading // Themes of Deities and Spirituality // Alternate Universe // Eventual OT8xReader???

A/N : This is my first attempt at a multi-fic, and I’ve had this thought in my head for a while. The world that this takes place in is different than our own, although, time-wise is very similar to our 17th Century. My OC does have two names Adrie/Adrian, seeing that she does conceal her identity for a while Adrie is pronounced like A-Dree. I know most people would pronounce it as Audrey, but I’m trying to make the names make sense to use them that similarly. The next chapter will be a bit more fast paced, and will actually have a sign of the boys, so stay tuned!

As always, let me know about any mistakes I may have made, anything I should tag if i haven’t already, or let me know what your thoughts are !!

Word Count : 4416

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One.

Sometimes I didn’t know if this was just some fucked up nightmare that my mind was tricking me to believe, or if I just had the worst fate ever. As much as I appreciate Dorian, and all the years he put into making sure I would actually grow up in a normal environment, I do wonder what would’ve happened if he hadn’t found me.

It was obvious that I wouldn't have made it out alive. A random fourteen year old, covered in pruned skin, and a sun bloated body found being washed up on the beach after a particularly bad storm. That enough would've made people suspicious, but to find out that kid was a woman as well? Witchcraft. I wouldn’t even be able to plead for a different outcome, I would’ve been killed in the courtroom.

Thankfully, no one really questioned when Fisherman Dorian Meadows started to bring a new face to the village, claiming that the boy is his son from a different island he frequented. Well not really everyone, his sister and town merchant Arcelia Meadow, knew better. She knew her brother was still heartbroken over the loss of his wife Gilda and son Augie, although their deaths had happened at least twenty years prior. So she knew that this new boy wasn’t biologically his anyways, deciding that she would offer support if he needs it, but would otherwise separate herself from the small boy in case he was bad news.

It took a while for me to really get my footing on learning how to live here on the island of Reindall. Not only from living in a new place, but also learning how to live as a boy. When Dorian had found me it was very obvious that I was just some really skinny kid who hadn’t hit the age of maturity yet. I hadn’t developed any curves or anything that most people would expect to see if they saw a woman. And I didn’t have any signs of sprouting facial hair, or deepened voice that you’d expect from a man. I just looked like a pretty faced child that could pass off as either sex, with green mid shoulder hair. At first, it even took Dorian by surprise when I had asked him why he kept calling me “boy”. I didn’t know if it was just one of this places customs to call all kids “boy”, regardless if they were or not, or if that was his way of speech. And with a paled face, he quickly stepped away from the pot of stew he was tending, and gave me a choice that changed my life forever. Present as a woman and have a difficult life on this island, or present as a man- and even though it would still be difficult, it wouldn’t be difficult in the same way. I wasn’t happy with choosing to present myself as a male, but even though I didn’t quite catch on to what Dorian had meant, I didn’t like the unsaid implications even more. And with that, I was given some old, patchy, oversized clothes that stank like coal and fish, and was given the name of Adrian- opposed to my actual name, Adrie.

Within the first week of me living on this island, I realized that Dorian was shit at explaining things, and he was also shit at keeping his emotions in check.His over all attitude felt vaguely familiar to me, a grumpy old man who would rather just do the thing himself rather then explain to someone else how to do it. He didn’t want to immediately send me off to work for some random person, knowing that I was probably useless, so instead he instructed me to spend the days chopping wood for fire, and taking care of his pet chickens and goats that were kept in separate pens on the side of the cottage. It took days for me to even be able to swing the ax hard enough to split wood, before I would always have my aim slightly off, or the ax would bounce off the wooden stump- instead of split it. After noticing I had improved with the wood chopping, he slowly increased the amount he wanted me to do- which ended up being not only for the cottage we were at but his sister’s as well. When it came to the animals, this is where Dorian would be frustrated with me. I could handle the goats, all they would do was headbutt my thighs- leaving some nasty bruises- and chew on my clothes on occasion, but I liked them. The chickens on the other hand scared me. It wasn’t until Dorian got pissed off enough that he just locked me in the pen for a few hours while he went down to the local tavern. That’s when I finally realized that the chickens weren't so scary, and their pecks weren’t too bad.

As the first few months of me living in Reindall passed by, I developed muscles from chopping wood, building fences, and carrying heavy items for Arcelia- while Dorian would go out to sea to fish. I’d also finally gained some weight, making me look more filled out, which made it even more difficult to hide the fact that I was not a boy. This was, however, the first time I was really able to connect with Arcelia- one of the days I had been finishing the chicken coop she wanted behind her house, she noticed a red patch on my trousers. At first she thought I had hurt myself, until I confessed to her what was really going on. She had quickly let me have a pair of new trousers, and when her brother came over after being done with fishing for the day, she pulled him to the kitchen and they had a long discussion.

From that day forward, she helped me hide identity even better. I was taught to double layer shorts and pants just in case my bleeding started without me expecting it, and to bind my growing breasts anytime I went out. I was also able to convince her to cut my hair off to my jaw, not that men only had long hair, but for the simple fact that building items and having long hair didn’t work well together.

There isn’t very much that I remember before waking up here, but I was told that I had a bag with me. A black bag with two straps and two zipped pouches with a ‘Jansport’ tagged in some type of fake leather. Inside of that bag I had clothes and a journal of some sort. The clothes, while not similar to what is worn here, were sized up so even as I got older, I could still wear them comfortably- although besides the pair of small black stretchy shorts (my double layering shorts) I never found a chance to wear.

The journal however had at least a little bit of information. My name is Adrie Ramona, I was born on April twelfth 1999, I never talked about any siblings, I did write about how my mother let me dye my hair green before I got enrolled into a big school, and apparently I like to travel to villages called ‘Target’- yet I still wanted to go to places such as ‘New York’ and ‘Italy’. The strange thing was the fact that according to the journal, my hair should’ve went back to it’s dark auburn color, and not stay green. Also, according to Dorian, he’s never heard of the places I mentioned, and the dates aren’t comparable to each other. My last recorded date was on September thirteenth in 2013, while the date I was found was on the fifth of Rain’s Hand. The people that Dorian associates with don’t exactly know the year either, seeing that only people of high status were allowed to know- even people like the main maid of the Knight’s Guild, Ms. Ophelia, and the ex-pirate turned fisherman, Eden, were forbidden to know- because it was, as the King puts it “A god’s gift to know so much knowledge of the world” . It wasn’t so much that the people didn’t know how long a year was, they just didn’t know things like how many years the kingdom had been alive and things like that. The most years that the other villagers have recorded was up to one hundred years- which was because the local tavern owner’s father had recorded his life from his childhood onwards, and instructed his children to do so as well.

With only my limited knowledge of my past life, I had no choice but to take up Dorian’s offer of letting me live with him as long as I worked to repay him. Throughout the years of living with him, and working for Arcelia, I learnt how to sew clothes and sails, how to hold myself up in a brawl, how to use herbs and some bandages for first aid, and how to use herbs with other foods to make more flavorful meals along with baking bread. As I got older, Dorian slowly let me have more of a say in what I did, so by the time I was sixteen, I had started my own garden next to Arcelia’s chicken coop, and I would sell my vegetables at the village market.

Eventually, Dorian had to stop working for himself as a fisherman and had to start working under the King’s local fishery, due to how many boats started to go missing because of pirates. It took weeks for Dorian’s stubborn ass to finally decide to join a specific crew though. He would never admit it, but he hated how so many of the fishermen were kiss asses to the King, because they felt they’d get a pay raise. It was very obvious that he was scared that he wouldn’t come back home to see his sister and I, it would be written on his face every morning he gave me a hug before leaving- although he would always claim the opposite. Dorian was always cold and rude, but after getting to know him, I had to learn that it was his way of showing compassion. Which I didn’t like, but I did deal with. I had faith that some day he’d openly start to warm up to me.

The crew that he joined was named ‘The J.R.’, being named after Captain Eden’s last boat before he got captured. It was a shock that he was never killed, being a pirate and all, but he was given the option of being hung at the Gallows for his crimes, or becoming the main fisherman at the local fishery. With, supposedly, his crew being dead, he decided to become a fisherman, and now he catches the most expensive fish to sell to the King himself. He must’ve been one lucky bastard though. His crew was the only one to not be affected by the pirate raids, every single other crew being raided and killed- sometimes their boats would float back to shore, sometimes only pieces would.

It wasn’t until I’d turned twenty that things started to change. The people on the north side of the island were starting to rapidly die off. It wasn’t hard to tell why. With the amount of crime that had to flourish in order for people in poverty to survive is outrageously high, on top of the Knight’s Guild using those people as someone to pin their personal crimes on. So with the north side citizens along with a lot of fishermen still being picked off, it was no surprise that the island started to run low on supplies. Not enough fisherman to catch fish. Not enough gardeners to aid their vegetables and fruits. Not enough herders to sell their animals. And most important of all, not enough running gold to keep the King happy.

Walking out of the wooden and stone cottage, I see Dorian perched against the wooden fence that surrounds the home.

“Aren’t you guys going out today?” I question as I walk towards him, seeing that he would usually be out by dawn. “No,” he replied before taking a deep breath “Listen, kid, the King has an announcement today in the village court. If it’s what I think it is, I need you to lay low for a while. There’s no telling what will happen, but it doesn’t seem good. Join Arcelia when she goes, I’ll be joining with Captain Eden.” And with that, he nods at you and walks towards the docks, keeping his eyes low.

As I trudged on the stoned path to Arcelia’s home shop, all you could think about what the King could say. It wasn’t very often that he actually went to a town square himself, he usually sends a courier over who reads on the scroll in an obnoxious loud tone. Kicking a rock and looking up ahead past the trees, I can see the door to Arcelia’s shop door wide open, with what looks like not intention of being closed.

“Huh, that’s not weird at all,” I mutter to myself “Why hasn’t Aunt Arcelia said something?” knowing that with all the food my adoptive aunt sells, she makes it a rule to always have the door shut if no one is coming in or out.

Jogging up, the sounds of yelling get louder until it was apparent who was making the ruckus. Mathew Roswell, the head knight’s son, and the nephew of the King. Mathew has a reputation of being a spoilt brat to any townspeople who didn’t work under his family, and my family definitely was not exempt. Growing up, I had fought him and his friends way too many times to count- and apparently getting older isn’t going to change the matter.

Walking in through the door, stepping over the clutter of items that looked to be thrown on the ground, a loud slap echos throughout the room, and Arcelia’s head snaps to the side with a red print. I didn’t take much time to think about what to do. Rushing over to big brute, I threw a punch at his jaw, making him stumble down enough for me to continue throwing punches. It wasn’t until one of Arcelia’s frequent customers pulled me off of him that I realized what I had just done. As Mathew and some other kids who were training to be in the Knight’s Guild were running out, Mathew gave me a dirty look and I just knew his father was going to be told. In all honesty, I could’ve been hung for touching that spoilt boy, but for some reason his father usually finds humor in it.

Snapping out of thought, I walk over to my adoptive Aunt to make sure she’s fine.

“Yes I’m fine. Adrian, you really shouldn’t defend me like that. The last thing me or your father need is for you to get yourself killed for messing with the head Knight’s son.” Noticing throngs of people walk by she huffs and says “You are cleaning this mess when we get back, but for now let’s go so we don’t miss whatever news if being brought upon us.”

As we walk through the crowds, I noticed that the Gallows was reassembled in the off center of the town square, right beside the big tree that sits center of the square. It seemed like that was the stage for whoever was giving the announcement. Just as aunt Arcelia and I stop, whispers erupted in the crowd like a wildfire. The King’s court actually came to the town square. With the King’s Head Knight and brother, Kitt Roswell, walking up the stairs to go to the left side of the “stage”, he looks over the crowd with a blank face. Soon enough King Roswell himself walks to the middle of the stage and the whispers die off immediately.

“Good afternoon citizens. This is a brief get together, but one that will aid our island in many ways, so listen. It is an obvious observation to see that as a community, we are not doing well. We have lack of needed supplies and we need some way to get them. Looking upon other island villages, it is clear of what we need to do. Looking at the actions of our neighboring island village, Sternist, we need to make a big sacrifice. Any women who have made it to their matured woman hood are unmarried and do not have needed jobs, need to say goodbye to their families, if they have any, and turn themselves in for the greater good of our people.” The King pauses as gasps fill the air “I know, it is unfortunate, but a lot of people will sell much gold and supplies for women. Thankfully, I am King, and I do think of the greater good of our people, even in these hard times. Knights will be going door to door to collect those who are eligible. Think of it as serving your King. That is all.” And with that, King Roswell and his followers lead back to the Castle.

In the following weeks, there was a big absence of women that were usually in my daily life. The single woman named Mira, who usually blushed as she bought bread from me, would no longer show up. Quite a few mothers left, leaving behind their husbands and children. Even a girl as young as twelve years old met the requirements- and since her parents tried to hide her, they were met with the Gallows as the girl was shipped away. There was a solemn silence in the village after that day.

It wasn’t any easier on Dorian and the crew of ‘The J.R.’. Many men were imprisoned for not following orders of the King. Even more of them died as “traitors” for being against the trading of women. Or even not wanting to take women on board for the fear of their ship sinking. Somehow, even with their friends and acquaintances disappearing, their crew never had to take women. Some people think it’s because the King secretly respects Eden, but I know it’s because Eden and his crew has been the main source of fish coming in lately.

I thought I would’ve been left out of the crossfire of any of this, until Dorian told me that I no longer worked for Arcelia, but I would be working for Eden on the boat instead.

"Why didn't you fuckin' listen to me kid, that's all I ever ask of you, and you don’t do it the one fuckin' time I specifically ask you to," Dorian exclaims, slamming the door open to bounce against the wall " One thing is all I asked for and now I have to find a way to clean up your act"

I back from the pot of stew that was cooking for tonight's dinner, hooking the ladle on a rack, before turning to fully face the enraged- possibly drunken man.

"What are you talkin' about Dorian? I haven't done anything wrong, and we both know it. I've been doing what I always do, and I've been bringing in more coin, just like you asked," I retort, "Whatever your problem is, it can wait until later. Foods almost done; we can talk then."

He steps close, hands flying up to his grayed hair in disbelief "Talk later? Lass. Adrie, we will be lucky if we have the time for dinner at this point. From what Ms. Ophelia was talking, you caused quite the disturbance with Matthew, again. So much that there are whispers about how his father wants you in the Knight's Guild, Adrie. The fuckin' Knight's Guild! You just had to go and fight the damn boy didn't ya?" Each time he says my name, his pitch gets higher, and every word is more venomous than the next.

Thinking back to the past few weeks, when Dorian first gave me my warning, it dawns on me. The first thing I had done after talking to him was get in a fight with Matthew. I thought it would've been ignored- especially since I wasn't in the wrong. I guess I was proven wrong.

Looking Dorian in the eyes, my face pales as I attempt to explain myself.

"I wasn't tryin' to cause trouble, you could've asked Arcelia too! The bastard slapped her, and I wasn't going to let him get away with it. I was damn near the only one who could. Anyone else was too scared to, and I've done it before without getting in any trouble. It's not my fault I know how to fight, and he doesn't," I cry out. "It's too bad kid. You might be able to act and dress like a lad without people getting suspicious of you, but you need to remember how easy it is to be revealed you aren't one," the older man says, while looking down, before grabbing a sack to fill with water canteens and extra food we have in the small kitchen area," Yes, you can fight, but you wouldn't last a week in that Guild The first few months alone are learning how to be a team with one another. That means spending every single day with multiple men just to sleep, shower, fight, and live. Hell, you'd be found just by a quick bad and body check, and we both know it," he gravely retorts before tossing me two burlap sacks," Now gather all your belongings. Thankfully, I was with Captain Eden at the tavern, and he offered to let you come with us to the trip to Zetharl. We are supposed to be doing some trading there, and there's quite a few safe houses there that you can stay at, until Arcelia and I can escape as well. Captain does not know about you and we are keeping it that way. He may be kind, but he's still an old pirate who still holds a lot of those olden beliefs. He has a strict rule about women being on his ship. So, it'd do you good to be on your best behavior and not raise any suspicions. If you do, I'll throw you off the damn ship myself, you hear me?"," Yes, I understand," I reply, defeated, and turn to make my way to my room to collect my items.

Taking a final look around my room, I let my hand drop down to brush against the scratchy blanket on my cot. It feels strange that I'll be leaving the only place I've ever known. The only people I've only known. I had always had a slight feeling that I would leave this place someday, I just never expected it to come so abruptly.

With a sigh, I hike my two bags up over my shoulder, and walk through the small cottage one last time, and stopped in front of the gate where Dorian was with a big barrel resting inside a wheelbarrow.

"Get in kid,"," The…barrel?" I ask, cocking my head to the side. "Yes the barrel. Hurry. The guards have already been on the lookout for you. I don't know why they haven't checked here yet, but I'm sure they're on their way. Hurry up into the damn thing so we can get you on that ship unnoticed,". Resting my hands on the sides of the opened object, I hike myself into it, thankful that it's big enough for me to fold my knees to my chest. Putting the light bags inside with me, Dorian places the top back on, leaving me encased in complete darkness. With a huff- the older man straightens the wheelbarrow up, and starts walking us on the dirt path.

As we continued on, I found myself hoping that I wouldn't get this same feeling on a ship- the rocking motion making my stomach feel queasy, and almost grateful that I hadn't ate since lunch. Hearing a shout in the distance, I stiffen up, and press my ear against the wooden barrel in an attempt to hear who it was.

"Sir, under orders of the Head Knight Kitt Roswell, we need your boy to come with us now. Your son finally has a chance to bring some honor and glory to your family," a hidden gruff voice demands "My boy? Ah shit, Adrian? He's out in the forest picking herbs to sell this week. You see, I have a job to do tomorrow with captain Eden," My father figure pauses, before letting out a cough," I'm trying to get my stuff over to the ship now since we're leaving tonight, per Captain's request,".

Stifling a chuckle by biting my hand, I quickly thank the gods that these guards are idiots, as the main talking guard tells two of his guards to push the wheelbarrow for Dorian, while he and the others go to find me. Traveling at a faster pace, I hear the guards towing me try to make conversation with Dorian- which gets caught off as my world gets tilted to the side briefly.

"You fishermen really need this much shi- items on your journey?" One of the guards huff, clearly out of breath," Yes, we do. Pick the barrel up and place it over with the other, and take the wheelbarrow back to mainland- we're leaving now, and you two imbeciles need to get off my ship," A new commanding voice demands. Captain Eden. Inside my barrel, I curl up slightly as I feel myself being moved- and unceremoniously dropped with a thud that makes my ears ring.

I stay hidden in my barrel until I hear commotion, men yelling all around my barrel, with footsteps rushing all around me. Moments later, I see the moonlight creep into my barrel- the top lid being pulled off, before seeing a roughed hand pull the bags out, and then eventually catching onto my shoulder to pull me up. Standing up with my eyes squinted from the sudden light, I see it's Dorian who has a hold of me, with Captain Eden standing a few feet away.

"It's good to see you, lad, it's been a while," The captain greets me before continuing, " I hope you don't get seasick, because you'll be on this ship a while- and you're definitely going to learn how to help out around here!"

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Fic: and sings the tune without the words, ch. 3

Relationship: Jiāng Yànlí & Jīn Zǐxuān, Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī & Wèi Yīng | Wèi Wúxiàn

Characters: Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian

Additional Tags: Epistolary, Food, Music

Summary: An epistolary follow-up to “the thing with feathers.” Exchanged letters.

Notes: See end.

Previous fic in the series: “the thing with feathers”

Chapters: 1 | 2

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To Jin-gongzi,

I sincerely apologize for the delay in writing back. A-Xian had an episode, like the one you saw, but he was unconscious for two days and very frightened and confused after he woke. I had a letter started before that occurred but am writing a new one now.

I am glad you like Zihuang’s design. When a-die took me to the luthier, we discussed the various options available for both sound and decoration. Since my practice instrument was a shoo konghou, they recommended I choose the same, but the fong shou design called to me.

I decided on the mother of pearl instead of a precious metal or jade because I liked the shine of it, but also for another reason. Before A-Xian fell ill, he and A-Cheng always brought me lovely shells they found while swimming in the river. They used to compete with each other to see who could find the most diving. So the nacre reminds me of them. I don’t know if A-Xian remembers this—perhaps I should mention it to him.

I confess I am still a little distressed over A-Xian’s episode, so I apologize if I go off on tangents.

As a result of my childhood illness, I sometimes have dizzy spells. Largely it is under control, but Healer Kang said that improving my core might also improve my health. I’m happy that I can find a way to contribute to Yunmeng Jiang even with a weak body. I agree that there should be more avenues available to young cultivators who may not be able to fight monsters—if the sects encouraged such disciples to utilize their cultivation to heal or engage in other activities that would enrich the sect, it would only strengthen the sects!

Cooking is an activity I quite enjoy, and I would be happy to serve lotus root and pork rib soup sometime when you visit. My soup was the very first thing he remembered, actually. When A-Xian first came to us, he was scared and so malnourished, and I always cook it for him and A-Cheng, especially when they’re sick or troubled. I’m happy cooking it for him meant so much to him that it broke through his amnesia.

Your suggestion about handstands was something I tried. It was very difficult, and I was so involved in trying to do one that I forgot Lan-xiansheng was coming to give me a music lesson. It was so embarrassing to be caught, as I was a little disheveled. But he smiled—I think he almost laughed, even, especially after I explained.

He said your idea is sound, but I will need to work my way up to an actual handstand. For now, he showed me several exercises I can do to work on my muscles, and recommended I do the arm motions of sword forms with a light practice wooden one. I can move to heavier ones as my strength increases, and eventually I will be ready for handstands. Thank you for the suggestion. I am glad I can speak of this with you.

I was unable to find a konghou score in our library, but I can write to Lan-xiansheng to ask if there is one in theirs. I, too, enjoy that song, though there’s a sadness to it, since it’s a farewell song. I may not be at the level where I can play it yet, but it is good to know what music you like.

One of our cooks is from Lanling, but not near the capitol. I asked her about those dishes, and she knows them and will be happy to prepare them next time you visit. She’s also willing to teach me how to cook them! She cooked up basi pinggou for dessert once A-Xian recovered, even, and we all very much enjoyed it. It’s so sweet, and the texture is very pleasant. A-Xian and A-Cheng competed to make the longest thread of sugar.

Yunmeng cuisine is indeed known for its spice—but never take food from A-Xian, since he goes overboard with the spices. He dumps chili oil on everything, except my soup which he insists is perfect.

I am very fond of re gan mian (hot dry noodles), and I like pianpiya (Hubei duck) which you might enjoy since one of the dishes you mentioned is a duck dish. As a dessert, I am very fond of sweet doufunao (tofu brains/pudding).

A-Lian was a gift from the lotuses, our beautiful lotus meimei. A-Xian’s illness changed quite a bit for us. A-Niang became protective of him, and she started talking to a-die more. She also decided that we should seek orphans and street children and educate them so they may become cultivators, if they have the capacity, or take on a trade. She’s also made it her personal mission to rescue women enslaved at brothels so they might also be able to be educated and learn trades. Our family has grown, as has our sect, and we’re all very happy.

I think a-niang is happy to have found more purpose, and to have reconciled with a-die. They had deep misunderstandings, I think. A-Xian’s illness forced them to talk, and things are much better now.

I am including some of the rose petal candy you enjoyed with this letter. I hope it finds you and your family well.

Jiang Yanli

To Jiang-guniang,

Your gift of rose petal candy is much appreciated.

I am sorry to hear of your brother’s illness; you obviously care deeply for all of your siblings, so I have no doubt it was distressing for you. When I was there, he passed out for no more than a ke, which seemed from the reaction of everyone to be more typical. Yu-furen mentioned he was attacked and fell into a coma for weeks. It is quite understandable that you are distracted. Is he recovered?

The choices behind your konghou are interesting. I have not engaged in music beyond a rudimentary grasp of the suona as a pursuit of the six arts, but perhaps I should refine my skills and consider music more carefully. As you stated, we need not limit ourselves to the sword as cultivators.

As such, I agree with you on pursuing cultivation for healing and perhaps the arts. I wonder if cultivation could be utilized in the visual arts, as well. I tried to speak of it with fuqin but he seemed disinterested and called the idea “quaint.” I believe it is a good idea—no one thinks the Lan quaint for pursuing musical cultivation, and I have heard a branch of the Wen sect is known for its healing cultivation. In fact, you might look into them, though I don’t know what branch it is.

It sounds very much like you have used cooking almost as a healing art for the benefit of your brother. I wonder if, like with medicine, qi can be infused in food somehow. Maybe not for healing, but for other things like comfort. I have never considered this before, and I am enjoying this discussion. I may research it in the library here, but I would like to know what you find if you look into it as well. Regardless, your cooking sounds powerful on its own.

I had not considered the status of your body, which you mentioned was weakened by your childhood illness, and I am relieved you did not injure yourself in the attempt. That is a very real consideration if you push your body too much; I once tried one of the more advanced Jin sword techniques before I was ready to and wound up hurting my shoulder. I’m glad Lan-xiansheng prevented any harm from coming to you.

I will see if there is a konghou score for it in the Jin library, but it could probably be adapted for the konghou by a musician, perhaps with different levels so you can start with a simpler version and then progress as you improve. That’s usually how I learn footwork and sword technique. I’m not sure if your sect trains the same way.

Your description of your brothers eating basi pinggou made me smile, as I do the same thing. It’s part of the fun of eating it when it’s hot. I’m happy to hear you enjoyed it, and I hope you also enjoy the other dishes when you get to try them.

Some of our cuisine is spicy, but I can scarcely imagine eating something spicier than Yunmeng dishes—your brother must like strong flavors.

I have been living in Koi Tower my entire life, but somehow had never gone to the kitchens before. The cooks were very startled to see me. I asked about the dishes you mentioned, and one of the cooks was familiar with Yunmeng cuisine. She cautioned me that the spice can be quite strong but can be adjusted to taste. In Lanling, our doufunao is salty, so I was surprised it could be a sweet dish.

The cook kindly made a small bowl of it and allowed me to watch the preparation. She used ginger in the syrup. It was a little strange at first, since I’m used to it being a savory dish, but it was quite good. I asked if the kitchen would consider occasionally serving it for dessert with dinner and making it when you and your family come to visit, and they were amenable.

I don’t quite understand what you mean by “a gift from the lotuses,” but it is not my place to pry. Yu-furen stated she was Jiang Wuxian’s adopted sister, so it makes sense that she would also become your sister upon his adoption.

Yu-furen’s idea about orphans and street children seems sensible, especially given your brother’s past. Some gentry may be concerned about elevating the status of such children, though. She may face criticism for this, and for the other. I know a-niang hates prostitutes, but I don’t think it’s their fault if they’re slaves. What else can slaves do but obey? Rescuing them seems just.

Your parents’ relationship has turned quite positive, and it seems good for you and your siblings.

I am including some of my favorite malt candies in several flavors, and enough that your family can try them as well. My favorite is the date walnut candy. I hope you enjoy them.

With best regards,

Jin Zixuan

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Jin Zixuan is a little jealous that Jiang Yanli’s family is so happy and his, well, isn’t. He’s also tentatively fascinated by their discussion of cultivation, and a little mad that his shitty father won’t discuss it with him. He’s also aware of why his mother hates prostitutes but is not willing to say so.

From fan-created maps, it seems Lotus Pier is in Hubei province, so I used several dishes from there as Jiang Yanli’s favorites. Doufunao is called tofu brains but is a kind of soft pudding tofu. In Shandong province it would be made with savory flavors, but in Hubei it’s made with sugar. Cantonese cooking apparently uses ginger with it, and the recipe I found also does. I also found a recipe for date walnut candy that looks divine.

Also, apparently the suona is popular in Shandong province, but also kind of sounds like the mating call of a peacock and I just couldn’t help myself. Music is one of the six arts young gentlemen would be expected to have some proficiency in, so it makes sense that he has at least rudimentary competence.

Jiang Yanli upped the ante by sending him the candy he noted enjoying. And Jin Zixuan is not one to be outdone, so of course he sent some back, and enough for her siblings to boot! This is a matter of pride!

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My Secret Mate - Chapter One

-this is an original piece, not a work of fanfiction-

I sighed to myself, slightly dreading what today would bring as I sat up in bed. I started getting ready, thinking of what would happen by the end of my birthday. The thought of having someone to love wasn't troubling, but not being able to choose who they were was. I didn't mind about gender, but their personality. What if they liked country, or if they hated reggaeton? What if they were human?

Human mates weren't exactly rare, but also not very common at all. It was just harder to explain, harder to connect with certain things, though many others with human mates in my pack made it look easy. It must be horrible, maybe. Would it really matter? As soon as I found my mate, I'd be like a hormonal and love-driven twelve year old all over again. It wasn't always something to look forward to, but when I would look at the pairs in my pack, I longed for that understanding and love.

I stepped out of the steaming shower, drying myself off with a towel before applying some lotion. Hygiene was important, after all. I put my boxers on, then flossed and brushed my teeth as hard as I could. Anything could happen today.

Mouth wash, cologne, a black crew neck and ripped black jeans later, I was almost ready for today. I slipped on some black doc martens, before glancing myself at the mirror and undecided about what to do with my hair. It was a black and curly mess, but I simply ruffled it and shrugged it off.

I walked downstairs, slightly confused when I saw my mom and dad bickering over something in whisper. I was used to tuning people out to be polite, and it was rude to eavesdrop even though we couldn't help hearing what everybody was up to most of the time. Instead of trying to listen in, I speculated it was about the party I planned for tonight, they promised to stay away for the night after opening up the party with ground rules and cutting the birthday cake. I had passed out fliers last week, so a lot of people from the pack and my high school were going. I was excited, the big eighteen was here, but I was still dreading finding my mate. What if they were cruel? What if they rejected me first? They were too many factors that had me buzzing with nervousness.

Mom gave me a stern look as I sat down in front of a plate of pancakes, "Xavi," her small accent barely showed on the usual, but when she said my name like that, it was prominent. The usual spelling of my popular name was with a 'J', but my mom decided to be original and put an 'X' instead. Most kids pronounced it wrong which I didn't mind, but if my mom heard them pronounce it differently, she would lose her shit. "I know it's your birthday, but you still need to eat your oats and your vegetables." She placed a bowl of oatmeal and a different bowl of carrots in front of me.

I groaned, "Can't you just give me bacon like dad?"

My dad smirked, biting into the strip of his bacon with a satisfied moan. I rolled my eyes and my mom shrugged, "Or we could cancel the party. It's up to you."

I scowled, biting the carrot with emphasized distaste. It was funny at times, how my petite mom could control us so easily with a simple look or statement, but she was no joke. She was the scariest, most loving mother around. The fact I was having this party was a miracle, but I guess she was feeling extra loving when she had said yes. Or maybe she thought it'd be better to find my mate with everybody from school there.

"So, you excited for today?"

I raised an eyebrow, "Yeah. I mean, it's gonna be the biggest party ever. And right at the beginning of October, it's gonna be sick."

My dad scoffed, "You know that's not what she meant."

My mom sucked in her teeth, scolding me. "Are you seriously not looking forward to meeting your mate?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. I mean, I don't wanna be someone I'm not just because I met them. Do I even have a choice in loving them? If I reject them, pain. If they reject me, pain. What's the point? Why is this even a thing?"

My dad sighed, "I know what you mean. Your mom and I had a very complicated start, but it worked out. It can suck, feeling like you don't have a choice at times. But the moon goddess knew what she was doing, and we're really good together."

"But it's like they have control over you!" I felt the frustration engulf me, making me dread the moment I'd meet them. "Everything they do is gonna affect me, and it just isn't fair."

My mom placed a hand on my shoulder as I continued to eat, and my parents were silent as I stood up to put my dishes in the sink. The whole tension dissipated as my two siblings walked into the room, and my parents perked up. Monsè entered the room with a yawn, all dressed up for school in a baggy sweater and skinny jeans. She was fifteen, and usually rode with me to school. My brother, Lance, was just sixteen, a year and a couple months older than Monsè, and liked to ride with his friend Keith.

"Good morning!" My mom chirped as she placed their plates on the table, asking if they were going to attend the party and that if they screwed up anything, to make sure to let her know because she hated secrets.

I motioned to my sister to hurry up as I got my backpack by the door, and got the keys from a little dish next to the couch. I leaned against the arm of the sofa, taking out my phone and texting Lindsay to wait for me to pick her up before she went to school. She was my best friend, and was practically my sandbox buddy since we were four. I usually went to her before anyone else, she had a good level-head on her shoulders, and was better for asking advice than most of my other male friends. I also made sure to text Trent, my other good friend and his sister, Bella, my occasional hook-up (make-out session) when I was lonely, to meet up at our usual cafe. They were all werewolves, so it was easy to confide and trust in them. A tap on the shoulder made me turn, and I ruffled my sister's hair. "Let's get going, gremlin."

She whispered with a scowl, "Yeah, okay bitch."

"MONSE! YOU BETTER PRAY YOU GET IN THE CAR BEFORE I GET TO YOU!"

Her eyes widened before she sprinted out the door, and I chuckled as I followed her into the car. My car was a truck, so it was a little difficult for Monsè to climb in the passenger side, but she managed. I connected my phone to the aux cord and put my playlist on. My sister rolled her eyes as 'Take Me Out' by Franz Ferdinand played, though I could see her tapping her feet to the beat which made me smirk.

Lindsay jumped in the backseat with ease, "Hey, boomer. Hey, Monsè."

"Hey, Lindsay!" Monsè chirped energetically and turned around, smiling with a blush spreading over her cheeks.

I laughed, "Where's my gift?"

"Oh." She pretended to pull something out of her backpack, then pulled out her middle finger with a Cheshire grin. "Almost forgot."

Monsè laughed, holding the back of her hand against her mouth.

"Oh, thanks. Was missing that in my life, actually." I looked in the rear view mirror, noticing she didn't have her seatbelt. I kept driving down the street towards the cafe, it was an hour before school, around six pm, which was why the street wasn't that full and I felt confident to be able to pull a prank on her.

"Brake check!" I suddenly braked as I pulled into the lot, having Lindsay hit her head on the passenger seat with a loud screech. Monsè gasped, her seatbelt scratching against her neck as she was pulled forward.

"Agh! Son of a bitch-"

"Xavi! What the hell?" Monsè gave me a dirty look.

"I'm so sorry, guys. You okay?" I made my voice sound sickening sweet, and high pitched in order to sound as fake as possible. Monsè snickered lowly, not wanting to be so upfront about laughing at Lindsay. Lindsay was somewhat of a role model for her, and they talked all the time. I low-key suspected Monsè had a crush on her, which was cute but slightly sad since Lindsay was way too old for her. But, who knows?

We pulled up to our usual cafe at the corner of Maple and Lunescape. I parked in front, all of us talking about what we'll order when we get inside as we got off the car.

Lindsay huffed, "See, I haven't tried the pecan pie shake, but I also haven't tried the Pumpkin Maple Syrup Mocha, which I hear a lot of good things about.

I hummed in thought, "Well, it depends who you're hearing this from. They could be trying to sabotage you."

Monsè scoffed, "And why would they do that, Xavi?"

I shrugged, "Hey, you never know. Plus, pecan is a legit flavor and it can never really do you wrong."

Lindsay sighed, "Yeah, but I get pecan like every other day. I've never tried the pumpkin one... Oh, the tough choices in life. They plague me."

Monsè chuckled, "However will you survive?"

I shook my head as I held the door to the cafe open for them, "You're too indecisive. Just go for it if it's bothering you that badly. If anything, I'll drink it if you don't like the pumpkin."

Lindsay gasped, "Oh my god, yes!"

She raced to the counter along with Monsè as I saw Trent and Bella wave me over to their booth. I approached them with a grin, giving Trent a high five and a fist bump, while nodding my head towards Bella in acknowledgement.

"Trent. Bells. How's everything?" I sat across from them, scooting towards the window.

Trent shrugged, "Nothing new. How about you, birthday boy? Excited to find your mate?"

Bells smiled, "Happy birthday, by the way."

"Thanks." I glanced over to Lindsay and Monsè to see them walking over with our drinks and pastries, "About the mate thing, it's whatever. Whether it happens or not, I'm fine."

Trent scoffed, "You're so weird, sometimesc. Everyone else in the pack looks forward to this their whole lives." He took an angry bite of his chocolate muffin, then swallowed before continuing. "I mean, even humans write stories about this kinda shit!"

Lindsay giggled as she squeezed into the booth on my side with Monsè, "Talking about mates again?"

I glanced at Bella, noticing she was intentionally staying silent. She looked up at me and blushed suddenly when our eyes met. I looked away, sighing exasperatedly. "Dude, I just don't think it's cool how we're forced to love someone. We have no choice but to be attracted to them."

Monsè groaned, "Because they're perfect for you!"

"Well, it's not really love at first sight. It's more like you subtly like them, and as you get to know them, you start to fall in love. Like normal people. Just think of it as a suggestion that they might be good for you." Bella smiles encouragingly, placing a hand on mine. "I'm sure your mate will be lovely."

I hastily pulled away, annoyed with the conversation. Seeing the slight expression of hurt on her face from the corner of my eye made me feel guilty, but I ignored the feeling. "I'm just gonna flat-out reject them, I honestly don't care."

Trent winced, "Isn't that supposed to be super painful?"

"He's always been a masochist." Lindsay rolled her eyes, sipping her Pumpkin Maple Syrup Mocha with glee.

Bella murmured under her breath, "Not really."

Everyone suddenly groaned, and I gave a small and playful glare to Bella.

Monsè faked a gag, "I just started my life. Please don't make me commit the 'not-alive' so soon."

Trent made a low growl, pulling his head back and closing his eyes as he faced the ceiling in an overdramatic manner. "Please tell me you guys aren't fooling around anymore. I do not wanna picture that."

Silence. He glared pointedly at me, "Are you?”

I stayed quiet, simply eating my strawberry and cheese croissant as I also avoided eye contact.

Trent cursed, "Fuck, man! Dude, she's my twin! How could you make out with someone that looks like me?"

I gave him a deadpanned stare as I sipped my boysenberry pie shake. The only sound was the slurping from my straw, and Trent narrowed his eyes at my both nonchalant and smug face. Bella looked at him confused, "We're fraternal, not identical."

He scowled, "Identical or not, this stops today. One, you guys are gonna have mates who you might not reject. Two, she's my sister. It's not cool, man. Three, do you not remember why you guys stopped fooling around in the first place?"

Bella's glared at her brother, "That was before."

Trent gave her a deadpanned stare this time, "Sure it was."

I shook my head, hating the awkward atmosphere that suddenly entered the booth. Last year, Bella had caught feelings during our arrangement, which caused a lot of confusion for me, and hurt for her. I ended it promptly after a huge scolding from her brother about playing around with her. He was the future beta of our pack, so I had to listen. But then she said she was over it now, so of course I believed her, since she was also a beta and somewhat had to believe her. But I wasn't that sure now.

I broke the awkward silence, "It's not like I'm sleeping with her, Trent. And even if I wanted to, I'm gonna reject my mate today. Maybe then I could choose who I wanna be with, whether it be physically or for life."

He took another angry bite, speaking with his mouth full, "Anf shwat if she doeshnt reshect hersh?"

I shrugged, "Thats up to her. Either way, I'd be free to do what I want."

Bella smiled to herself, and I cursed internally. I didn't want to hurt her, and I almost wanted to call it quits right then and there, but not for the reason you think, not for my 'mate'. Even though I could be physically 'lonely', it didn't mean I wanted to be forced to be with someone, whether it be Bella or my mate. The worst part was, there was no guarantee that I could reject my mate. Though I was determined to, there's no way to be able to predict what I'll think or act when I meet them. Though, the same thing could happen with Bella, so in reality, we were both in the same boat. Except I didn't have feelings for her in that way, I didn't have a desire to be in a relationship with her. She is physically appealing, but that was it. Sometimes I thought there was something wrong with me, she was kind and smart. Who wouldn't fall in love with her?

Me.

Lindsay changed the subject with ease, "So who's ready for that statistics test today?"

Trent groaned, "Is that today?"

Monsè went on her phone, not entirely interested or knowledgeable about what we were talking about since she was two grades lower than us. Bella shrugged, "I take AP calculus, so can't relate.

I smirked, "I studied, hard."

Lindsay raised an eyebrow, "That's a first."

I shrugged, "I wanna change my fate. I'm changing my life, one step at a time." Trent snickered as he heard my claims, "First, better than average grades. Second, no mate."

Monsè laughed, "Good luck with that one."

I scowled, "Mark my words. By the end of today, my mate is going to be rejected."

Monsè gave a cynical smile and a thumbs up, "Yeah, you're cool." Her smile dropped into a stoic face, "Can we go to school now before we're late? We've been here for forty minutes-"

I nodded, grabbing my keys and shooing them, Lindsay and Monsè, off my side of the booth. Trent and Bella stood up, walking with us outside.

"How about we make a bet Lindsay?"

She huffed, "You really think you'll win?"

I raised my eyebrows up and down with a grin, "Whoever gets a higher grade on the statistics test wins. Whoever loses has to drink five shots of tequila tonight."

Lindsay smirked, "You're on, bitch."

"Hell yeah." Trent patted me on the shoulder, "I'll join you guys in that."

I shook my head, knowing there was barely a chance for him to win. Not that he was an idiot or anything, but he didn't really try a lot in school. He rarely studied, but he always managed to get a passing grade. A higher score than Lindsay or me, though? Not really. "You know you only wanna take shots."

He shrugged, "Maybe. Or maybe I just wanna beat your ass."

I sighed, "Never gonna happen."

Trent chuckled, "What if I used my awesome beta powers to force you to lose?"

I scoffed, "They're barely worth anything. I'd just tell Ryder you're abusing your power."

Ryder was our pack's, which was named Blood Moon after his great-grandfather's threatening intimidating ways, future alpha. He was cool, and we hung out with him every other day, but right now he was out of town with his parents for a little family bonding. Since he was going to find his mate soon, his parents wanted to spend some more time with him. That's what they told the pack, at least, but Trent had told me that there might have been more to it, like how the humans were suspicious of something. I didn't pay too much mind, Trent was known to have conspiracy theories from time to time.

"He'd just join me!" Trent laughed.

I grinned as I unlocked the car for Lindsay and Monsè, "Fuck yeah, he would. But at least then it'd be a fair fight."

Trent flipped me off as he unlocked his car too, opening the door for his sister. "Race you to school?"

I shrugged as I sat down and closed the door, starting the car. I rolled the window down with a nonchalant expression, "For twenty?"

"I'm feeling charitable. Make it forty."

I smirked, "On your mark."

His face went into panic as he raced to his side, "I'm not even in the car yet-"

I raised a brow, "Get set."

He jumped into the driver's side, slamming the door.

"Go!" His engine roared to life as I reversed out of the lot, swerving to go forward towards the school. I wasn't confident I'd win, his car was faster than mine, which was why I cheated and took a small head start. He had a black sports car, I didn't really know what kind and I didn't care. My truck could be fast if I pushed the limit, which was okay since there wasn't a lot of people on the road. Save for some here and there.

Trent passed me with ease, smirking my way. I huffed, pressing the gas harder.

Lindsay held onto the dash board, "Damn, you really wanna win, huh?"

Monsè chuckled, "It's nice to see how testosterone can be fun."

I clenched my jaw, focused on the cars ahead of us. I didn't wanna break any laws besides maybe the speed limit, so I changed lanes to the right. It was a small detour, but with the red light, I could turn into another street and possibly beat him.

I laughed as I turned into another street, him stuck on the same one. I turned left, waiting for the green light, then left again. I sped more seeing the school just ahead, skidded just ahead of Trent's car, and into the lot with ease.

I parked right by the entrance, turning off the engine as I hopped out of the car. I saw Trent's car pull into the space next to me right after I pulled into mine, and I grinned smugly as I leaned against my car. He sighed, closing his car door and sauntered over with hurt pride.

"Listen..."

I held back a laugh, biting my lip. "I'm all ears."

"You're an asshole. And you cheated so..."

I held my hands up, "You never spoke about any rules, so..."

"Well-"

"Yeah?"

"I don't have forty on me right now-"

"What do you have, Trent?" I furrowed my brows, and squared my shoulders. I was putting on a front, of course. I held my hand out expectantly.

Lindsay placed her arm on my left shoulder as she cocked her head, "Yeah, Trent. What do you have?"

Monsè and Bella walked over, grinning at the spectacle. Trent wasn't always one to lose in our races, so it was a rare sight to see, which was why I was being so smug.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, pulling a twenty and a ten out of his wallet. He slapped them into my hand, "Fuck you."

I smiled, "Maybe when I reject my mate."

Trent playfully punched my shoulder, "Don't threaten me with a good time."

Lindsay shook her head, "You guys are something else."

Bella patted my shoulder, "So, you guys are a cute couple."

"Hey. Are you making fun of us?" We walked through the door and into the first hallway, and the faintest smell of something amazing filled my nose. I couldn't tell what it was, but something in me just had to find out.

"Maybe." She held her hands behind her back with a sly smile, "So wanna meet up during study hall?"

My wolf stirred, his gruff voice echoing in my mind. Mate. I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I could sense it. They were here.

"Hey, man. You good?" Trent's voice faded into the background.

I don't know what it was that made me ignore her and lightly jog down the hall. When I turned into another hallway, the smell got stronger, and I jogged a little faster. I could detect apple cinnamon, but not the strong kind, the kind you eat in oatmeal, and maybe some... I couldn't pinpoint the other smell. I walked into another hallway, I wasn't even focused on where I was at this point, and came up to a row of lockers. One locker was open, and I knew the smell was coming from there... from them.

The locker closed. My breath hitched, and I saw the most beautiful male I've ever seen in my life. I could hear my inner wolf howl at the sight of him. His hair was chocolate brown, and a straight, disheveled mess. He had a slight fade on the side of his hair, and his eyes were a solid dark green. His complexion was slightly pale but very clear, with prominent cheekbones, and with the slightest plump to his lips. His jaw was pretty clean, not super sharp to stand out, but enough to be defined. He wasn't much shorter than me, maybe by an inch, and his stature was slightly less muscular than mine. He was wearing a blue long sleeved v-neck, blue skinny jeans, and some vans. He looked to me, startled to see me blatantly staring at him, and I blinked in realization. Oh god. Oh no, fuck no. He's human. I can't just reject him without being a weirdo now. Why? I didn't expect my mate to be so... fucking ravishing. That's not the point. Jesus help me.

"Hey! Um, you must be wondering what I'm doing here... staring at you."

He let out a melodic laugh during the awkward tension, "A little bit, yeah."

"Well, I was gonna, um," I came to a blank, speaking without really thinking, "I was wondering if you heard about this party I'm having tonight."

His eyebrows raised a little, "I think I've heard about it, yeah."

"Oh, cool." I leaned against the lockers, biting my lip without really wanting to. I was flirting without even meaning to, "So, you going?"

"Maybe." He shrugged, "I'm not really sure."

I chuckled, "You see, it's my birthday. So you kind of have to go."

He laughed, "Is that so? Happy birthday, then."

"Thanks. Yeah, it'd be kind of a dick move not to go." I liked the playful banter, I felt my heart beat faster, and a warm feeling spread throughout my body.

"What if I want to be a dick?" That made me laugh, maybe a little harder than I should.

"Well... damn. That sucks. I was hoping I'd get to know you." His expression changed from playful to astonished, and maybe a slight blush forming on his face. Maybe. "No. Wait. That came out wrong. I mean, it's my senior year, and I wanna... meet new people. Broaden my horizons..."

"Oh. Yeah, no. I get it." He leaned his shoulder against the locker, tapping his finger against his backpack strap in thought. "Um, I'll think about it."

"Yeah." I walked a little backwards, "You better, because it's my birthday, so..."

He nodded, a smirk lining his face as he turned away. Jesus, even his backside was attractive. I felt a part of me curse, and a part of me felt so elated right now. I wanted to go punch something, to run and jump, I couldn't decide.

The warning bell for first period rang, and I tensed. Statistics was next. I'd have to answer why I ran off, though I suspected they knew the answer why.

I walked in just in time, sitting next to my usual seat next to Lindsay, Trent, and some girl whose name I could hardly remember. She was friendly, I guess.

I looked around, wondering if he was in my class. Was he in any of my other classes? The fact I'd never noticed him before should be illegal. A snap in my face got my attention, and I looked to Lindsay in confusion.

"What's up?" She frowned at me, practically glaring.

"What's up? What do you mean, 'what's up'?" She scoffed, her auburn hair swaying to the side as she looked to Trent as if to make sure she wasn't tripping out. She raised her pierced eyebrow at me, "What was earlier all about?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn't exactly lie to her. I debated on staying quiet, but knew she'd just bother me until I fessed up. "I met them."

She gasped excitedly, "You're kidding!"

"Miss Pierce! Is there something you'd like to share as I do roll-call?" Mr. Damocles was a burly man, frowning as he pushed up his glasses. Trent snickered.

Lindsay sighed, "Sorry, Mr. Damocles."

He continued to do roll-call, and she spoke in a whisper. "So, tell me what happened."

"Tell us." Trent corrected her.

I shook my head, mostly disappointed in my lack of resolve when it came to wanting to reject my mate. "I don't know his name..."

Lindsay's eyes widened, "It's a guy. Oh my god, yes. Was he cute?"

I failed to hide my smile, "Yeah. He had these eyes..." Thinking about them made my stomach do flips, "And his lips. Jesus, I couldn't believe I never noticed him before."

Trent scoffed, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You are so whipped. What happened? Did you... you know?"

I looked down, not really knowing if I planned to anymore. If I even wanted to anymore.

"Xavier Ramon."

I raised my hand, signaling my presence. Mr. Damocles continued roll-call, and Lindsay groaned impatiently.

"Well? What happened?"

I scratched the back of my neck, "I, uh..." I closed my eyes, slightly embarrassed as I replayed the scene in my head. "I asked him to the party tonight."

I heard a small chuckle, and I frowned at both Lindsay and Trent. "What?"

She looked to Trent with a grin, "I give it a month before he marks him."

"I give it three." He shrugged, "It takes time to build up a relationship like that."

"It doesn't have to happen during sex, Trent. It can be during a make out session or something."

I scoffed, "Nobody said I was going to accept him right off the bat-"

"But you're not rejecting him either." Trent smugly grabbed paper from the girl passing them out, and passed them to us as well. "So three months it is. Denial is a huge factor."

"I change mine to a month and a half."

I rolled my eyes, "Well, they're human, so it's a little more difficult. Plus, I just wanna know who I'm rejecting before I... reject them."

They both laughed, and I cursed under my breath. This whole mate situation was going to be a bitch.

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