#or like getting up early in the morning just to stare at all the rooftops i can see

[imaginesmai]

Your name on my body - modern!Azriel

Beautiful and amazing @thehighladywrites posted this INCREDIBLE idea and I had to try it. I've never written a modern!acotar AU, a college!acotar AU or nerdy-tattooed!Azriel. I haven't written bimbo!reader, and since English is not my first language, I don't know if I have done it right. I enjoyed this sooooo much, let me know if you want more or have some requests!

Extra points for whoever gets the crescent city saga reference!

Plot: nerd-tattooed!Azriel gets a tattoo with your name and it leads to smutty time.

Warnings: porn and porn and Azriel being freaky and porn with just an inch of plot. This is dirty.

The door of the apartment closed behind your back and you were met with an empty living room. You usually didn’t come in unannounced, because Azriel’s shared apartment always had some type of surprise. But your boyfriend had asked you to do so, and to use the spare key he had given you a while ago.

Azriel had been studying for his finals for weeks, and had finally finished them. Instead of going out to celebrate like you had, he had stayed in with his friends. You hadn’t seen each other too much, apart from the long hours in the library where he tried to help you with your exams – and you didn’t count those hours, since you did nothing more than stare at him.

The apartment, as expected, was trashed. There were beer bottles in the ground, suspicious stains in the carpet and a very naked Cassian sleeping in the couch. You had just barely gotten out of your hangover, and Azriel’s roommate was about to start his.

Through all the chaos, you were certain none of it belonged to Azriel. He liked to party, sure, but not hard and long as you. He preferred to stay quiet and observe, with a drink that lasted him the whole night. You were trying to remember if the heel that poked through the back of the couch was from your friend when you heard him coming.

“This way, princess”

His deep, morning voice made you turn around and stumble to his presence. Like a serpent caught in a sweet melody, you were always pulled towards him. Azriel was wearing a grey t-shirt and black shorts, that fit him like a globe. Dark glasses and disheveled hair. And lots of tattoos that you had traced previously with your fingers and tongue.

“Hey, handsome” you greeted him, not hiding your bright smile. “Got your text this morning. What were you doing up so early?”

“Hit the gym before breakfast. Not all of us are hangover”

“Tell that to the other half of the campus or your roommates. Rhysand spent the night with Feyre in the rooftop”

Your roommate hadn’t appeared last night, and you had found a very cryptic text that morning that led you to the rooftop – where both her and Rhysand were fast asleep with the bottle still uncorked.

As soon as you were within reach, Azriel pulled you closer by your waist and smashed his lips against yours. He tasted like coffee and mint, and erased any trace of drunkenness from last night. You tangled your manicured fingers between his locks, shamefully scratching the nape of his neck with your long nails.

They differed from Azriel’s bitten ones. Your short dress from his baggy clothes, and your dyed hair from his untamed ones. While you liked to shine in the public, to dress up and party, Azriel preferred to be quiet, thrift clothes and study. To the campus, you were the bimbo, and he was the nerd.

But you were his bimbo and he was your nerd.

“How was the party?” Azriel asked between kisses, his lips not staying for too long on yours.

“Good. Missed you” you almost whined when he pulled back too soon, and he chuckled.

“Missed you too. Did you have fun?”

You hummed as his hands lowered until they cupped the edge of your ass. The dress was short enough he could pull it up until anyone could see your panties, but neither of you cared. He had to lean down to do so, and you took advantage to deepen the kiss.

On the outside, Azriel might have looked like the shy, nerdy student, but he was freaky. You had been surprised when a hook-up with your assigned tutor turned out in the best night of your life, and there was nothing that could unhook you from him.

His hands were big enough to squeeze most of your ass, kneading it just like you loved it. Roughly, you were pushed into his body. Azriel was always semi-hard when you came to view, and you always took care of choosing the shortest and most provocative dress in his presence.

Few things were better than a good night out and a good morning fucking.

“I’ve got a surprise for you. Can I take you to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask”

But he did, breaking away your heated kiss. Azriel pushed the bridge of his glasses up and gave you a crooked smile, offering you his hand. You gladly took it and let him guide you to his room. The farthest, the darkest, but also the neatest. Azriel spent a good part of his time in there, and you loved it. He had incorporated you slowly in it, from the spare clothes in his closet for you to the stupid crafts you did together when you were bored.

“And what did you do last night? Started studying for the next semester?” you teased him, and he gave you a sideway look.

“I could, but I was busy with Mor”

“What were you doing with Mor?”

Your frown was instant, as the jealousy that rose to your chest. Morrighan was his friend, and you respected that, but you knew he had liked her in the past. That the woman was gorgeous, brilliant and smart in ways you didn’t complement Azriel. You liked her enough to be kind and maybe envious, but the notice of her with Azriel left you with a sour taste in the mouth.

Azriel chuckled at the edge of your tone and didn’t answer. If anyone had reasons to be jealous, was him, yet he never was. You had quite the reputation in college, and dressed to impress. More than once, you had been walking with Azriel and received not so subtle glances. You had even gotten the barista’s number when you asked for his order. And through all of that, Azriel had just shrugged and told you he trusted you.

So, for his sake, you tried to do the same.

During the longest seconds in your life, you were quiet. You sat on his bed and crossed your arms across your chest. Azriel closed the door behind him, just as you heard the first groan from his roommate, and turned around so he could face you.

The height difference, the size difference, warmed you in every place of your body. Azriel loved the gym just as he loved his books, and there was not a part of his body that he didn’t work. You liked the difference, liked his big form and how it towered over you even standing. As you sat in silence, you bit the inside of your cheek to control yourself.

“We went to the tattoo parlor, since she knows the owner. I wanted something done” he watched your frown with diversion, and continued when you said nothing. “So, you can be jealous of her, who has a girlfriend now, but I’m supposed to be fine with guys drooling over you last night?”

“I didn’t look at them”

“I didn’t look at her” he answered back, and took off his tee.

The sleeveless piece of cloth didn’t hide much, but you still lost your breath when it hit the ground. His muscled, tattooed chest came to view, and that was enough to make you get up. It wasn’t Mor’s lips that had left marks two nights ago on his left shoulder, or who had bitten his pierced nipple until he had come into his pants in the library’s bathroom.

It was you who had caused the tent in his pant, that caused his eyes to darken when you stepped closer. You placed your hand over his right thigh, the muscles tightening underneath. His boner hit your stomach and you pushed yourself against it, opening your mouth to apologize, or maybe to suck the life out of him.

“Don’t you want to know what I got?” he asked, sounding on edge.

“I don’t understand half of your tattoos. Whatever you got is hot and perfect, just like you”

“Look down, princess” Azriel groaned when your nail touched his dick.

“On my knees?”

You were ready to do so, or let him bend you over the table. He could do with your body as he pleased, but you were caught off guard when you noticed the reddish, new ink wrapped in invisible paper. It looked delicate against the rest of his tattoos, new and beautiful. Right between his hips, where the dark trail of dark hair had just been removed, was a new tattoo.

In his v-line, that you licked and adored and stared at so much. With the nickname he had gifted you since he met you and the stupid, childless heart you drew on every notebook of his.

Princess ♡

Your breath came out shaky as you traced the letters with your finger. If it wasn’t for the make-up, you had so carefully put on that morning with a killing headache, you would have burst into tears. His own hand covered yours and helped you trace the missing letters, and the heart.

It should have been distracting to look at it while his dick demanded your attention inches lower, but you couldn’t look away. Not when you felt a hard clench on your heart that left you lightheaded.

“Do you like it?” it was a whisper in the dark room, a spark of doubt that made you look up.

How could you not like it, not like anything about such a perfect man? You nodded enthusiastically, your other hand searching blindly for his.

“Why did you get that?”

“Because I love you, and I want to carry you with me always” Azriel’s eyes were kind, and soft, and loving – and they were making you dizzy with desire.

“Did it hurt too much?” you asked, looking down again at the tattoo. You, who had smooth and unmarked skin, couldn’t phantom the pain of a nursing needle to draw blood. “It must have”

“Worth every second. Lay in bed, princess. I need to be between your legs”

He didn’t let you take the initiative and threw you on his bed with a quick move. Azriel towered over you for a second before kneeling between your already open, wide legs, and leaving his glasses on the. He smirked with no doubts as he pulled the hem of your dress over your panties. His fingers were rough, pressing hard enough to leave red marks on its way.

You only bit your lower lip when he rose your dress to your waist and sneaked his hand beneath, the edge of his fingers pressing over your breasts.

With the idea of that outcome, you hadn’t bothered with a bra, and his eyes darkened even more at the discovery. You watched his throat work around the new information as he rose his body higher, now covering your breasts with his hands. He squeezed them, keeping them trapped in his palms as he lowered where you needed him.

“I’m gonna erase all those looks from last night” he promised, hands retreating following your curved. “Whose got you this wet, hm?”

“Azzie, don’t be mean”

Azriel was in your hands the moment his nickname fell from your lips, and at your mercy when you used that whiney, flirty tone. He didn’t even bother taking off your panties – he tore them off. Like a sheet of paper, like a piece of cake. You moaned his name, and it came out like a yelp when he dug in without reservations.

His tongue was feral as he licked a long stripe between your entrance to your clit. He pressed it against your clit and actually trapped it between his teeth for a moment. The barrier between pain and pleasure was hard to tell when he snuck his hands under your ass and lifted you a few inches for him to devour.

“Love this so much” you spoke with a content smile, as he massaged your ass in silent appreciation. “Love you”

One of your hands reached to his hair, pushing his face closer to your center. He agreed and pushed one finger inside you. Your mind emptied when he began pumping it in and out, curling it just in the right spot before pulling out and replacing it with his tongue.

Cassian pounded on the wall and yelled at you to be quiet, and Azriel pounded back harder as a fuck you response. You didn’t have it in you to care about him as Azriel pulled you closer by the ass, your legs laying boneless against his wide back.

His nose brushed your clit, up and down, and you weren’t sure he could breathe from how passionate and hard he was eating you out. You called his name wordlessly, your mouth emitting only broken noises.

“So good for me, princess. My beautiful princess” his voice was guttural, so primal it made you lock his head between your legs. “Give me one, come on. Give me the first one so I can wreck you from behind”

“That sounds clinically dangerous!”

Azriel growled against your clit and parted your folds with his chin. He ran his lips through all of them, and by the time he pushed his finger back in, you were cumming on his face and screaming so loud his name you could have woken up the rest of the campus. He caressed your lower regions as you came down from your high, accompanying your orgasm with lazy, long stripes through your folds.

When Azriel came back up, his chin and mouth bright from your juices and his hair sticking in every direction, you were already ready for round two. He didn’t need to be told, and he rose leaving a trail of bites up your body.

He briefly stopped to leave two twin marks between your breasts, so round and perfect and purple you were squirming under him again.

“Azzie” it had been the only word you were capable of saying, and your mind cleared down for a second

“Was that good? Worthy princess treatment after a night out?” Azriel asked, leaving wet kisses on your neck.

“Perfect”

You hugged his back as he pulled himself above you, and your nails left angry, red marks across his lower waist. You pulled the band of his sport shorts and underwear down, and squeezed his hard ass just like he had been doing to yours. His dick sprung free with little effort, and he rubbed himself against your side as you caught your breath.

It wasn’t a one-time thing with Azriel, and you heard Cassian muttering about calling 911 before turning on the music. It took Azriel at least three of your orgasm to be content, and he could cum another three before he let you go. He always stopped, for your sake, when your legs couldn’t hold you up anymore and you had tears ruining your perfect make-up.

Few things turned him more on than being the cause of that ruined make-up.

Before he could empty your mind again, you quickly brought up the only coherent thought that kept pounding your head.

“I want your name too. On me”

“A tattoo?” he raised a brow.

Azriel didn’t stop rubbing himself slowly but tightly against your thigh. His hand was over your sore cunt, in a possessive manor he only showed inside the bedroom. At your petition, he pressed his finger tighter.

“Here. Between my breasts, with your name” you quickly explained. “I want Azzie between my breasts, so each time someone looks at me, he knows these are yours”

“You are mine”

None of your relationships had lasted as long or had been as deep. You were the type of girl who would have his ex-name tattooed, but truth was you were wary of tattoos, and Azriel knew that. He had tried to get you into a simple one, something he could draw for you and hold your hand through it.

His body was a map of ink and drawings, some of them goofy and some of them deep. He liked your innocent, smooth skin, but he found himself breathing harder at the thought of his name on your chest. Thinking of how many kisses, how many marks he would leave there every given moment.

Azriel recalled not a month ago pulling down your cleavage between classes to kiss your nipples sore, the hand he always sneaked to unclasp your bra and touch you beneath the lace. His name, the nickname that brought him to his knees, decorating that skin.

“Are you sure?” he didn’t want to get his hopes up, not when he was ready to tattoo you himself right then and there. With Cassian playing loud classical music in the next room.

“And a crown drawn by you on the top” you rose a teasing eyebrow at his lack of movement, given the discussion for finished. “Are you going to wreck me from behind or do I have to ask Cassian for help?”

Azriel broke into a loud laugh before smacking your cunt loudly, then manhandling you around. With his left arm holding you by your waist, he pressed himself against your back. His dick brushed all the right spots between your bodies, but your hands were trapped under you and you couldn’t touch him.

Complaining would only make him take out those beautiful handcuffs you knew he owned so you only bit your lip and whined like the good girl you were for him.

“I’m gonna tattoo my name between your breasts, if that’s what you want” he whispered against your ear, his other hand appearing around your throat. “I love you so much, princess. So fucking much”

Azriel squeezed your throat at the same time he entered you with a rough, only thrust. It avoided the moan that died in your chest, that had you rolling back your eyes in pleasure. It didn’t stop Azriel from moaning your name out loud, loud enough for Cassian to turn up the stupid music.

The headboard banged against the wall and his glasses fell to the ground, as he left you no room to breathe, to recover. Maybe he had managed to shut you down, but he was doing nothing about his own sounds. You were vaguely aware of Cassian slamming the door of the apartment after screaming some profanities, but you didn’t acknowledge him.

Not when Azriel seemed to be trying to tattoo his name deep into your body and soul.

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[tw1l1te]

blueberry₊˚✩⊹sal fisher x reader₊˚✩⊹

(Not edited, so please forgive men if there are grammatical/spelling errors. Random thought I came up with. Please let me know if you'd like more backstory/a continuation of this!

Sitting on top of Addison Apartments was a place to think. A place of silence except the sounds of breathing and the occasional shuffling around. You haven't been up here in a while, since the fight you and Sal had a few months ago.

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"God you're such a hypocrite. You keep telling others to take care of themselves and not isolate, but yet you don't give two shits and don't even take your own advice. Not answering your phone or leaving your apartment for over two months? Do you know how worried Ash was? How heartbroken and distant Larry became?? We thought you were fucking dead Y/n. And after all that you decide to drop by and ask 'what's up'?" Sal seethed, his tone getting more hostile by the second.

You don't think you've ever seen him so angry.

"I'm sorry Sal, I didn't mean to make you all worry. That was the last thing I wanted you guys to feel. You know I don't handle my mental health well," you murmured, avoiding Sal's eyes. You could already feel the tears streaming down your face.

"Listen I get it Y/n, but you can't just cut us off like that. You made us all husks of what we used to be. Do you know how many nights I stayed up till the early morning just staring at my phone, hoping you'd at least call?? I couldn't even remember what you sounded like until today."

"Bluebe-"

"Don't call me that. You have no right calling me that after the months of heartbreak and worry you've caused us. Every time this happens, I get my hopes up in that you won't shut us out and disappear. I get disappointed every. Single. Time. You're lucky that Larry, Ash, and Todd are such forgiving people. You don't deserve them."

You mulled over his words. He was right. You didn't deserve them. All the affection and love that they gave you all for you to throw it down the drain when you got too ill. The hundreds of phone calls from Ash. The constant check-ins from Larry over the walkie-talkie, talking about stupid shit that happened that day or speaking softly about how much he missed you. Todd emailing you every few days asking how you were holding up and if you needed anything, but eventually those emails automatically went to spam. And Sal. Sal was probably the hardest to avoid.

He sat outside your apartment door for hours, talking, pleading you to let him in to talk. He brought snacks and slid them under the door, worried if you were eating enough. Playing his guitar for you through the walkie-talkie, hoping it would soothe you or cheer you up. Sliding random doodles and letters under the door so you had something to help remind you about how much they cared about you. How much he cared for you. You kept them all under the bed in a shoe box, reading over every word and cat doodle every single night.

"I can't do this again, Y/n. You've hurt me over and over and over again. Each time I expected it to end different."

He took a pause, waiting for a reaction or a word from you.

"We're done. I don't know about the others, but don't bother writing or talking to me. I can't do this anymore."

And with that, he headed downstairs, not sparing you a single glance back.

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You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rooftop door creak open.

You don't look back, hoping the person would get a hint and leave.

You hear the footsteps get closer, and stopping right beside you.

"Didn't think you came up here anymore." he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

Fuck. He was probably the last person you wanted to see right now.

"I come here to think." you stated, looking out to the street and nearby houses.

"Y/n, I'm sor-" "I'm leaving." you cut him off, already knowing what he was going to say.

You've thought about your time in Nockfell and decided that it was time for you to move on. You couldn't be stuck in a time capsule forever. The more time had passed, the more it had started to hurt being here and see reminders of what had happened. Reminders of him.

"What?" he whispered, finally looking at you.

"I need to move on. I can't be here anymore." you stated, trying to keep your voice level.

"You were right, I can't keep leaving people in the dark and constantly worrying them. I'll keep doing that if I stay here. I need to be somewhere else, I don't know where, but I'll figure it out."

"Y/n. If this is about what I said, I'm sorry, I was in a bad state too. I was just so worried that something had happened-"

"Sal, please stop. I'm not changing my mind. I'm leaving tomorrow morning-"

"What about Ash? Larry and Todd? What about me?? I need you here. It was wrong of me to shut you out, to ignore you. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

You finally looked at him, right into his blue eyes.

His hair had gotten longer, choppier, like he'd tried to cut it himself. No longer in the pigtails you loved. Seems like you'd both changed.

"I need to go, Sal."

You walk away, not looking back because if you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. You wouldn't be able to leave them. Leave Nockfell. Leave him.

"I'll see you around, Blueberry."

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#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher #enemies to lovers #sally face x you

[yurislotusgarden]

Just you and me

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya, Edogawa Ranpo x reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ Word count: 556

ʚїɞ Short hc's for Valentines! Was meant to post something else but won't be done with it today so have this small thing I wrote rq! <3

He almost always wakes up before you, and most of the time it's a quiet time that he uses to admire your pretty face

Lil soft kisses on your face <3

But it's Dazai so he added a small amount of tickling to help with waking you up

Don't blame him, he just loves hearing your laughter

He for once didn't try to fuck up in the kitchen on purpose and tried his best

He got you a necklace that looked like it costed a lot, but when you asked he said he saved up money to buy it (You knew it was a lie, but didn't know that he stole money from Kunikida AND Chuuya’s bank accounts <33)

It was a surprise to no one that he didn't show up at the agency that day, but not even Kunikida had any big problems with it

Listen, don't question why he's paying for everything was that Kunikida’s credit card? Who's black card was that?

Don't worry he did pay for some things with his own money, he did save up something

Stayed out to look at the night sky, and you could swear that the stars were just a bit more brighter than usual

You thought he spoiled you before? Get ready bcs he WON'T miss a day where he can get away with it

Normally he would listen to you saying he doesn't have to spend so much money on you (in one day bcs we all know he will never stop) but not on occasions like this

Will wake you up so softly ugh :(

Soft kisses all over your face, gentle hand on your cheek, waist or hip

He will have breakfast ready so that you don't need to leave the bed too early

Won't leave you alone nor stop with compliments, but it's not like you're complaining

He will use any excuse to get you something

Got one of the days off to be on the valentines so he can take you out for the whole day

Ignore how he's staring at you with a small smile and soft eyes the whole day, he won't stop no matter what you say

Looked at something longer than 2 seconds? Oops it's suddenly in a bag in your hands

“Chuu, I don't need this.”

“I want you to have it though.”

Walking along the water side to look at the sunset <3

Ranpo

I swear he was more annoying in the morning than usual on purpose

Was surprisgly quiet while you were making breakfast tho

He told you he had a case and that you should go with him as per usual

You went to the place just for Ranpo to reveal that there's no actual case and it was just a lie to get you out into the city

He actually did save up some money to buy you something nice unlike certain someone

A lot of it went into sweets anyway, but he did share more than usual so, you didn't really complain

You both ignored calls from Kunikida and he just gave up at one point

You had to go back pretty early because you didn't wanna risk losing this man child after dark😭

Still looked at the stars from the rooftop of the agency dorms while laying on a blanket <3

#gonna edit later bcs i don't have ranpos banner on my phone LMAO #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x reader #x reader #bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #ranpo x you #ranpo x y/n

[miniwheat77]

Dark. (Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, implications of somnophilia, non-con, stalking, yandere behavior, read at your own risk, MINORS DNI!!!!

(Summary): No matter how close he is to you, it’s never enough.

*Not proofread*

His dark eyes always watched you from afar. Maybe more than he should. More than anyone realized. When you'd tag along with him on missions, he watched you like a hawk and was always checking up on you, making sure you were okay. Obviously, as guarded as he was, he did it indirectly. He didn't speak much, he was more of an observer.

He seen almost everything. He knew what foods you liked, and what you favored versus just tolerated for the job. Those few foods you absolutely hated and under no circumstances would you eat it. He knew all about your extensive nightly routine, skincare, haircare, and all. Soap always interrupted your routine which usually resulted in you threatening the poor lad, but it was entertaining and always left Soap walking off snickering like some kid. Maybe he shouldn't know that, maybe he had snuck into the women's barracks a couple times. Maybe he's seen your body, but who's keeping count right? He’d never admit to anything. No harm no foul.

Ghost actually quite admired how much you cared for yourself, and he knew why. Countless hours of research, hacking, taking your phone in the middle of the night. He knew everything there was to know about you. What schools you went to, who your parents and siblings were, who you hated in school, who your friends were. He didn't know it then, he knows who all of your ex-boyfriends were. But he knows you pay so much money and put so much effort into your skincare because you were relentlessly bullied for having acne. He doesn't see it, to this day he doesn't think he could even point out one blemish on your face, or maybe he thought that was just him being so in love with you that he doesn't see any imperfections.

He's gotten up close looks. He might have a couple pairs of your panties from missions he's gone alongside you on over the years. Maybe he'd slipped something in your drink a time or two to help you to bed, maybe he'd help you into your pajamas after you'd passed out, and yeah. Maybe he looked and touched a little more than he should. You were just so beautiful, he couldn't help it. It started to get worse. He'd bring vials of any medication he could get his hands on. He often compared himself to the creepy villain in 'The Resident.' Injecting those syringes of medication into your toes so that you'll stay asleep, so that the pinch won’t wake you. He'd admire you, sometimes he'd touch you. Your Captain always worried that you were so tired, but you still functioned nonetheless. He felt guilty for taking advantage of you in your unconscious state, but he just couldn’t help himself. You were so beautiful. So stunning to him, you were made for him. Only him.

Ghost often wondered, how far was he willing to take this? Could he imagine making innocent people disappear? Because there was no way he was going to allow you to have any guy friends or boyfriends. No way, he’d stop that every time. Ghost even went as far as moving near you. So than, he’d still be near you even when you weren’t on a mission together. Sometimes you’d invite him out for drinks and he always agreed.

His fingertips danced over your stomach, he didn’t see it, but in your groggy state, you knew who it was, who was touching you.

When you woke up the next morning all of your questions had been answered. The sore feeling in your toes, being groggy, KNOWING someone was in your room but never being able to catch them in the act. Finding out it’s Ghost sends you spiraling. You wondered why he was doing this, but the way his lustful eyes stared down at you, you knew why.

You’re sitting on the rooftop, Ghost was taking over for your watch this time. It was no surprise that he shows up early. He’s quiet, regretful eyes as he avoids your gaze. He feels remorse for doing what he’s doing. And he doesn’t even know he’s been caught yet. You pretend like nothing happened. You want to say something to him, tell him you’ve caught him. But you don’t. You continue on with your night.

A couple hours later when his watch was done, you pass him in the hallway, on your way to the showers. You walk into the women’s locker room, laying down your clothes and pulling off your dirty uniform. You fold them up, placing them down on the bench. The moment you stepped into the shower, you could feel eyes burning into you. That’s when you first notice it.

The tiny peep hole bored into the tile. You swallow hard. Maybe you could play his game.

You take your time lathering up your body. Washing yourself off. You quickly finishing washing your entire body and face, hair following. You bite your lip, hand sliding between your legs. Your fingers started to dance over your opening, and maybe your moans were a little louder than they intended to be. But you went with it, moaning as you slipped your fingers into yourself. You’re sure those watchful eyes are connected to a hand. Touching himself. Eyes screwed shut, stroking himself.

“I know you’re watching me.”

His eyes snap open and he freezes. Was it his mind playing tricks on him? He stares through the hole again. You’ve slowed and your eyes are fixed onto the wall he’s stood behind. “I left the door unlocked. I know you’re there.” You breath. “You can come in, I won’t bite.” You whimper.

You don’t hear anything, and for a moment you don’t think he’ll go for it. But you hear the door open.

He closes it behind himself, locking it. Walking in.

His mask is intimidating. He towers over you, a mountain of a man. He closes the gap between the both of you, face only centimeters from you. “I know what you’re doing to me.” His eyes flare out. “Drugging me while I’m asleep. Touching me.” You breath. His posture goes rigid, and he jumps back as you reach a hand out.

“It’s okay.” You reach for his hand that’s laying limp at his side. You grasp it, raising it up, pulling his fingers apart and laying it over your breast. He closes his eyes tightly. “You didn’t have to wait until I was asleep. You could’ve just told me, come right in.” He gives your breast a squeeze, barely being able to contain himself. “You’re starved for it, hm?” You smile. You lean into him, lips brushing over his mask slightly. He grasps a tight hold of your throat, pushing you back into a row of lockers. They rattle as your back meets with them, a gasp leaving your lips. “So fucking beautiful.” He lifts his mask up to the bridge of his nose. He smashes his lips to yours, teeth knocking into yours as he kisses you fervently. He tears his gloves off, jacket following quickly. The rest of his uniform comes next until he’s only got on a pair of jeans and his mask. He’s attacking your neck with kisses and you’re moaning out. “Ghost..” his name rolls off of your tongue and his pupils flare out again. He quickly picks you up by your thighs with ease, lifting you up and walking with you back into the shower you had left running. He lays you down onto the cold tile, the warm water keeping the both of you warm as he makes his first move.

He soaks his jeans, tearing them off and struggling a bit as he does, but when he gets them off, he lines himself up with your entrance. “So sexy..” he growls. He attacks your nipples with his tongue, sucking at them until they’re sensitive, causing you to raise your hips into him. “Ghost- please.”

“Simon. Call me Simon.” He pants. His mask is soaked and water drips off of it. His lips and nose are still exposed and he’s panting, like a wild animal. He pushes the tip of his cock into your hole and he’s huge. He starts stretching you straight away, a moan leaving your lips as he slides into you. You tilt your head forward, watching his massive cock slide into you, moaning out. “Like that? Huh?” He pushes his hand against your throat, pinning you down onto the floor. “Like watching my cock slide into you? Hm?”

A strangled “yes” leaves your lips and he groans out. “I’ve been waiting so long for this. So long to be inside of this sweet pussy.” He growls.

It’s filthy. Luckily the shower running conceals the lewd squelching sounds of your wet pussy, the way his skin slaps up against yours, your moans. It’s something you’d hear in pornography. Your body is soaked and the water is still warm, he’s fucking himself into you at a fast pace, splitting you open with his cock. At the pace he’s going, you’re not sure how much you’ll be able to take. “S-Simon-“ you gasp, pushing his hips back. He almost cried at the thought of you stopping him. “Relax, m’not going anywhere. You can take your time with me.” You’re breathing hard and he’s panting above you. “Sorry- I just. You’re so beautiful. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He’s still rolling his hips into you. You nod your head. “Relax, you don’t have to be rough for it to feel good.” You wrap your arms under the bends of your legs, spreading your legs wider, opening yourself up to him. His eyes widen slightly, he’s completely taken back by the fact that you actually want him. He tries to be gentle but he still fucks himself into you quickly, chasing after that high. He’s hitting deeper inside of you, leaving you crying out. You’re close to your first high already, but he’s made it clear this won’t be your last.

“Such a good girl, mine. All mine.” He growls, leaning down to attack your neck with his lips. Sucking marks into your skin. “S-Simon.” You whimper. “Gonna cum!” You gasp. “Cum for me baby. Give yourself to me.” He breathes. He props himself up onto his hands, keeping a steady pace to ride out your high. He tears a cry out of your lips as you cum hard around him. The throbbing coming from you leaves him moaning out. “Fucking hell. Can feel you throbbing around me.” He bites his lip, eyes screwed shut. He grasps his soaked mask, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. You look up at him, lifting yourself up to rest on your elbows. “Kiss me. Please.” You whimper. So he does. He’s handsome, you expected him to be obviously, the massive frame, deep voice. You knew he was hot. Wouldn’t take a genius to tell. “You-you’re really- Ah- handsome Simon!” You gasp, “and you’re fucking beautiful.” He’s distracted, the force of his thrusts have your tits bouncing, hair moving each time his hips meet with yours. He’s admiring your body, there isn’t an inch of it he doesn’t want. He wants you, all of you. He wants to fill you full, claim you as his. He’d kill for you, die for you. He can feel you tightening on him once more, and he knows your second high is approaching. He’s close too, that knot in his stomach is getting harder to ignore. “Simon!” You whimper. “I know baby. I know. It’s going to be too much but you have to let it. Gonna fill you up okay?” He breathes. He’s focused, the steadiness of his hips getting hard to control as he gets closer, he’s sloppy. He’s rolling his hips into yours, panting.

A cry leaves your lips and clutch hard at the air, skin turning a shade of red from being overwhelmed. White clouds your vision and you nearly pass out. Maybe it’s the warmth of the water, or the second mind blowing orgasm. Simon has a death grip on your hips, surely there will be bruises there when you wake up the following morning. “Fuck- fuck. Going to fill you baby. Gonna fill this tight pussy with my cum.” He growls. “Mine. This is my pussy, mine to fuck. It belongs to me.” A sob leaves your throat from the overstimulation. “Yes, it’s all yours. All yours Simon.” You’re crying. He tilts his head back, cock twitching hard and throbbing as he hits his high, cum filling up your insides, coating your walls with his seed. “Fuck!” He growls. His hips come to a halt and he’s still panting, reaching up to turn the water off as the both of you come down from your highs. “Shit.” He sighs. He draws his hips back from you and you moan as he does.

You stand up, gasping as you feel him dripping back out of you into your thighs. His eyes widen and he feels himself hardening again. His cum is sliding down between your thighs. “So fucking sexy.” He palms himself. “You gotta do me a favor sweet pea.” He breathes. “Hm?”

“Need you to go into my room and get me clothes.”

“I shouldn’t. I should leave you here for being a pervert.” You giggle to yourself. He smirks. “You’d regret that.”

“Why?”

“Because. I’ll tie your up and play with your clit for hours. Edge you and than overstimulate you. Is that something you want?” He asks. You shake your head. “Good girl. Now help me out please?” You nod your head, a smile on your lips as you begin sliding your clothes on.

Once the both of you are dressed, your mission in getting him his clothes without being seen was accomplished, he’s laying in your bed as you finish your skincare routine. “Why do ya even need all that ah?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Skin looks perfect.”

“My skin looks perfect BECAUSE I do all of this. And if you must know.” You pause, “it’s because I was bullied in school about having acne.” He nods his head. “I’m sure 18 year old me would’ve fucked 18 year old you.” He smirks. You roll your eyes. “No more sneaking into my room when I’m asleep. If you want to see me naked just knock or wake me up.” He nods his head. “M’sorry.. you’re just so beautiful.” He sighs. He knows he’s a freak for what he did, he regrets it. You make your way over to him, straddling his hips. “Simon. I don’t mind.”

You can’t tell him, ‘I like it because it shows you’re interested in me.’ But you want to. “I forgive you. Just wake me up when you want me.” You laugh. He nods his head. “Want you now..” he sighs. “So take me.” You smirk, pulling your shirt off.

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make you proud - huening kai

summary: kai makes a sad confession and you only love him harder for it

pairing: gn reader x huening kai

genre: fluff; 0.9k words

a/n: I feel like I write too many comfort fics i’m sorry my brain is obsessed with angst but unhappy endings also scare me

the joy of being able to wake up next to kai, holding him, touching him, kissing him, and making him smile, was unlike no other feeling in the world. you know no relationship is perfect, and you’ve been hurt by many other people in the past, but once kai came into your life… nothing else mattered anymore. 

the sound of kai’s backup practice alarm going off causes you to stir, immediately reaching to the nightstand to turn it off. a few seconds pass before you realize that your boyfriend hasn’t budged at all, making you frown slightly.  

kai never had a problem waking up early, so the fact that he was still knocked out cold and nuzzled in your arms was proof of how truly exhausted he was, even if he tried to hide it. 

now you knew how he felt every morning when he was the one waking you up. 

you start by combing your hands through his soft waves and rubbing your thumb over his earlobe. you gently move his overgrown bangs out of the way to place kisses on his forehead, then on the bump of his nose. his nose twitches at the action, making you smile to yourself.  “hey…” you whisper, “it’s time to wake up, baby.” 

kai lets out a quiet whine at this, nuzzling further into your neck. you decide not to rush him and let him wake up at his own pace. you continue to pamper him by sneaking your hand under his pajama shirt and rubbing circles onto his back. you can tell when he starts to wake up because the small puffs of air against your neck have started to quicken a bit. 

“mmhmm…” kai lets out another whine, making you giggle. 

“good morning,” you whisper. he responds by kissing down your neck before raising his head up, looking at you with sleep-filled eyes. 

“I can’t believe you woke up before me.” he jokes, but it makes you a bit sad. “you’re working so hard, kai. actually, i’ve seen the other boys enjoying their free time, so why do you have to go in today?”

a mix of sadness, shock, and guilt suddenly fills kai’s eyes, and he begins to chew on his lip slightly. he sits up and stares at his hands before continuing, “o-oh um, well I just wanna make sure i’m ready for the comeback.” you tilt your head in confusion. “do you not feel ready?” you ask. 

silence fills the room for a little before he answers, “I just wanna make you proud.” he admits. you’re confused at where this is all coming from. were you a bad partner? have you not been praising him enough? was there something you said? you felt your heart aching knowing that he was putting himself through all of this just for you. 

“baby, i’m always so proud of you. where is this coming from?”, you ask, “was there something I said to make you think otherwise?” kai’s eyes widen at this before his hands rush over to grab yours. “no! no, of course not!” he exclaims, a worried look now plastered all over his face. he sighs before continuing.

“every day I feel so grateful that I get to call you mine… I wish I could scream it from the rooftops… but I can’t.” he says with a disappointed look. “you get to say things like ‘my boyfriend’ even if you can’t reveal my identity, but I can’t even hint at having a partner.”

“I know we show each other love, but I wonder if I show you enough. so on those days when you might feel lonely, I want you to see me on tv and feel proud of me. I want you to see the best version that I could possibly be. I want to work harder for you.” he finishes.

 “kai…” you sit up, not even realizing that you’ve started crying until his hand reaches over to wipe a stray tear. “you have no idea how proud I feel every time you step foot on that stage. watching you grow has been one of the best experiences I could ever ask for.” you say, refusing to take your eyes off of his. “I admire your wish to be greater, that’s always a nice goal to have, but I would never want to sacrifice your health for that.”

“I don’t need you to scream my name from the rooftops. the love that you show me, whether it’s through words or actions, is enough. your existence is enough.”

the next thing you know, kai’s arms are wrapped around you, hugging you tightly. you nuzzle your head into his neck before breaking the hug. he leans in to place soft pecks on your lips, rubbing your arms as the kiss becomes deeper. he gently tugs you, signaling that he wants you in his lap. so you do just that. 

after a while he’s already pulled you back under the covers, the sound of kisses filling the room and the outside world completely forgotten. 

remind him to call his manager and let him know that he’ll actually be taking some time off.

but only after you’ve finished cuddling together,

and making breakfast together,

and taking a bath together,

he wants to kiss you for a little longer. 

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Strawberries and Cigarettes

Summary: Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool; But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader (+Damian appearance)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Language?

AN: thank you all for the support on Angel Baby❤️ it’s really really appreciated.

Jason tilted his head back until he felt the cold brick against his skull. Relief flooded as he closed his eyes, the irritation diminishing.

He exhaled deeply, the smoke leaving his lungs. With his knees up, forearms propped on top, he tapped his fingertips against his knee. He was sure ashes were falling onto his clothes.

YN wouldn’t like the smell. He’d have to change when he went back in. Maybe he should’ve stayed in his Red Hood gear— perhaps it wouldn’t have held the smell like his hoodie would.

No; He hadn’t wanted to stay in that gear for another minute, much less fifteen.

He had been freezing when he came home— wanting nothing but the comfort of sweatpants and his girlfriend. But he needed to take his edge off first, or else he’d stay up all night. Tossing and turning.

YN had work in the morning.

Luckily, he had early patrol this week. He was actually home at a decent hour; He was able to spend time with her.

His tired eyes cracked open, sliding across the sparse view from the fire escape.

A pair of booted feet dropped down onto the metal platform. Nearly silent.

“Are you going to stay out here all night?” Damian demanded, crossing his arms over his chest.

Jason sighed through his nose, taking another drag of his cigarette before cutting his eyes back over to his brother.

“Are you gonna stop dropping by my apartment unannounced?” He rebutted, flicking the ash away.

He wondered how long Damian had been perched on the rooftop, waiting for him to move. Jason was already twelve minutes in— on his second cigarette.

He had gotten antsy and deviated from his plan of waiting Jason out. Dropped down anyways.

“Those aren’t healthy.” Damian stated, nodding to the stick between his fingers.

“Gee, thanks.” Jason droned sarcastically, tilting his head to blow smoke in the opposite direction. “Why are you here?”

“I have business with YN.”

The older boy rolled his eyes, a soft ‘tch’ coming from his mouth. He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, his free hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the roots.

“You’re like twelve.” Jason met his brother’s eyes in a blank stare. “Just say you wanted to see her.”

Damian’s face warmed, despite the chill that had settled in over the atmosphere as night set in over Gotham.

“Didn’t you stop smoking months ago?”Damian wrinkled his nose, eying him suspiciously. “Does YN know you’re out here?”

Jason rolled his eyes. The only person the little brat had to get along with would be his girlfriend. Whether the cause be cosmic karma or just Damian trying his damndest to annoy him.

“I’ll throw you from this fire escape.” He threatened.

Damian’s left brow lifted. After staring at Jason for an unprecedented amount of time, he finally huffed before ducking through the window. His cape smacking Jason in the face.

Jason growled, every neuron of his brain telling him to reach in, grab the little jerk, and hold him by his underwear off the platform.

It would upset YN, but how much was he willing to undergo the silent treatment?

Damian made sure his steps were loud enough to alert Yn. As brilliant as she was, she was still a hopeless civilian. The tiniest of squeaks could go by unnoticed.

He was sparse in his evaluation of the apartment— it rarely changed form, as both Jason and YN were far too comfortable to actually change any aspect of the living quarters.

As usual in the apartment, Jason had books strewn about. Most were face down, still open. Others were stacked and piled on any flat surface available. Blankets were piled on the sofa, where a basket of unfolded laundry also sat.

Damian grit his teeth— nearly bursting a blood vessel— at the sight of the coffee table. Pieces of his red hood armor sat out in the open, along with multiple handguns and knives.

Didn’t he understand the simple concert of vigilante and secret?

He tried to smooth his expression over as he approached the kitchen— where he could hear soft humming and the clank of glassware.

“Hey, Damian— everything okay?” YN asked. She lifted the glass measuring cup to the light, squinting at the lines— bringing the cup closer to her face.

Damian frowned; She needed glasses. If he pointed it out again, she would just brush him off again.

Stubborn as a mule.

“Fine.” He replied, disinterested as he pulled a barstool out. Plopping down, his eyes glued to Yn’s actions. “Your boyfriend is smoking on the fire escape.”

YN exhaled a short laugh, shaking her head at how fast Damian was to snitch on his brother to her. It had been discovered that when it came to her, the boy was always looking to start a hate campaign against Jason.

Because YN deserved way better than Jason Todd, and Damian was not shy to hold his opinion to himself.

“Better than inside.” She assured him. Damian’s brow lifted suspiciously.

“You’re letting him do it?”

YN’s movements slowed, her lips pursing. Damian saw her swallow her first thought, keeping it quiet.

Even though Jason ‘forbade’ him from doing it, Damian still looked up a background on the girl when she first came around the Manor. She and Jason had been dating for five months before her first visit.

He didn’t really care what Todd had to say— he was running a background on her.

He wasn’t sure of what exactly he had been expecting, but what he found wasn’t it.

Two restraining orders issued on a pair of brothers, several pages of wellness checks by the police (all which ended with the officers being escorted off the property with no other words being exchanged).

Her medical records were also chock full of ‘accidents’.

So Damian had a pretty clear idea of why she rarely spoke her mind. That was something he assumed Jason was working on with her.

“He’s had a rough week.” YN excused, her brow creased as she stirred her dry ingredients together.

“That is enabling behavior.”

Okay, so he was also working on it with her.

He’d never admit it. Not even in front of God Themselves.

YN exhaled a short laugh, her face warming exponentially. It was pathetic that a twelve year old had more self worth than she did— even worse that he was teaching her to be better.

“Okay. I’ll talk with him about it.” She murmured, keeping her eyes low. Damian hummed, content for now. “What’s going on, Shortstack?”

“Father enrolled me in an extracurricular.” He announced, crossing his arms and propping his elbows on the counter before him.

“What is it?”

Damian never understood why YN was such an apt listener. Even to the most boring of conversations.

He would hate to see her in a gala situation. She would be stuck for days.

Not that Todd would ever bring her to one, but should he ever, he would have to stick close by her. Nothing to do the fact that he would actually enjoy it for once. Of course not.

“Fencing.”

YN paused at the venom behind a single word; She tossed a glance over her shoulder at the young boy. His brows furrowed and a look a genuine dissatisfaction on his features. Damian habitually had a hint of that face permanently.

“Did you want to do that?”

“I am already the best in the class.” Damian droned. The words were supposed to be good words, but his voice made them seem depressing. His eyes cut over to hers— narrowed and annoyed. “We’ve had two lessons.”

“You’re bored, then?”

“Extremely.”

“Did you say any of this to him?” She asked, keeping her focus on her task. This was always the best way to obtain information from nearly all the Wayne boys. Coaxing information without direct confrontation. Anything to make them feel less vulnerable. Except Dick— he spilled secrets without a second thought. “What other choices did you have?”

“There’s… “ Damian’s voice instantly perished, his throat closing and keeping the thought locked in. His face warmed uncomfortably. He cleared his throat before trying his luck. “I was interested in taking… piano classes.”

A beat of silence fell over the kitchen.

Just the noise of YN scraping what seemed to be a pie crust out onto a pile of flour.

A small seed of anxious doubt buried itself at the apex of his heart. Worming its way through the muscle.

He put too much trust in her, he shouldn’t have spoken. It wasn’t too late to snap at her and leave the apartment. He could—

“There’s nothing wrong with piano, Damian.” YN spoke up, once she realized he was awaiting her response.

For all his eccentricities and independence, Damian was still just a boy. YN, while she never babied him, spoke to him as such. Encouraged him to delve into his own interests— something other than the League or Robin or Batman.

She was having better luck than Bruce, at least.

“I don’t know how Father will react.” He cautioned.

YN clicked her tongue softly, nodding her head. She had learned long ago that Damian had many facades for many different occasions. He was very good at pretending and acting indifferent. Especially when it came down to his father’s approval.

“Just explain your thoughts. If he has a problem with it, tell him to come see me.”

Damian hummed, the corner of his mouth tugged uncontrollably.

It was the closest YN had ever gotten to a smile.

The closest anyone had ever gotten from him.

“You cannot fight Father, YN.” He decided, shaking his head. “You will lose.”

She laughed, wiping her hands off before crossing the room. YN pulled the chair out right beside his, scooting it over to give him his space.

Then she laced her fingers together and leaned her forearms against the table.

With her attention solely on him now, Damian could feel the shift. He often felt that shift with her; Where her attention was on him and him only. It always made him feel like he was the only person in the world— like Gotham could be in flames outside at that moment, but she wanted to hear every detail about his day.

No wonder Todd had an ego the size of North America.

“Point is, sometimes two can be better than one. Make sense?”

“I suppose.” Damian agreed. YN smiled warmly.

It almost made him want to smile back. He would have, had the hairs on the back of his neck stood at attention. A soft noise in the next room ripping him out of the falsified world YN had smothered his senses in.

In the next moment, Jason’s broad shouldered form came striding through the doorway. He had stripped off his hoodie, down to his t shirt; Forearms on display, as well as the scars that laced his skin.

“Hey, babe, we’ve gotta start closing those windows. We’re getting cockroaches in here.” Jason swatted at Damian’s ear, keeping his body out of the boy’s range.

It didn’t stop him from leaping out of his chair, nearly fuming. Jason snorted: it was always so easy to rile him up. No matter how much training or discipline Damian touted about, he was still a kid with his brothers, and he would always be so easy to make angry.

“I’ll show you, cockroaches, Todd.” He growled, rocketing forward. His shoulder caught Jason’s stomach, hauling both of them backwards into the wall.

Jason grunted at the force, grappling to gain a grip on Damian’s uniform. Gripping the cape, he brought it directly over the boy’s head, holding it over his eyes.

It only infuriated him further.

Damian’s hand slipped down to where his sword hung at his hip. Yn’s eyes widened as she shot back to her feet, prepared to involve herself if the situation got sticky.

“Hey! Not inside!” She threatened, stepping forward once more. Damian shoved away from his older brother, scowling. Jason had the nerve to smirk at the obedience the boy portrayed when it came to YN. “We might not have a lot of nice stuff but we are civilized.”

“Some of us.” He cut his eyes down to the short teenager at his side.

Damian’s elbow prodded into his ribs; The older boy winced, reaching out to smack him.

“Jason.” YN warned.

“Fine.” He stepped away, a deep pout on his lips.

“I have to go anyways.” Damian broke away from the melee group, beginning his exit.

“Hate for you to miss bedtime and story time.” Jason teased, grinning at his own clever remark.

Damian didn’t flinch; He continued on his path toward the window, stopping at the doorframe to turn back around and announce:

“I will slip in under the cover of night and steal your kneecaps to make decorative bowls out of them.”

“Yeah, right.”

YN rolled her eyes and spun on her heel, going back to her original task.

Jason immediately saw his opportunity to get closer to YN and took it, without care of the four foot child-man in the room.

He curled his body around hers, arms winding around her to pull her closer. His chin propped on her shoulder— gently swaying.

Damian’s mouth tugged into a sharp frown at the blatant show of affection.

“Gross.”

“My apartment, dumbass.” Jason snarked.

“Goodnight, YN.” Damian sighed; His lip curled as his eyes raked over the overly large man, clinging to her body. “Todd.”

“Gremlin.”

He didn’t reply further, simply turning on his heel and slipping off into the apartment. Jason listened for his feet on the grating of the fire escape, the tell tale whizzing noise of a grappling hook, a cape whipping through the air.

Once he was sure Damian was gone, his attention returned to where it was always meant to be.

He exhaled sharply, a small shake of his head— the best he could do, seeing as he’d melded their bodies together.

“God, that kid is weird.” Jason’s words were muffled by her skin, as he pressed his mouth against her shoulder.

“He’s a kid— he’s supposed to be weird.” YN’s lips curled in the corners, amused at his tone.

She could have told him that he shouldn’t have spoken against his youngest brother’s eccentricity. She could have told him that she recalled stories a certain butler had divulged to her over tea one afternoon.

It would’ve done no good— not at this proximity. Jason would just press himself closer and drown her teasing out with slow kisses until she forgot what she was saying.

It happened more often than not.

“Not like that he’s not.” He grumbled. YN rolled her eyes, continuing her task of chopping strawberries. Jason’s hand snuck off her waist and to the pile to snag two of the fruit pieces. “What are you making?”

“I went by the farmers market and found these,” Yn lifted a small green basket of ripe strawberries, bringing them to his face and shoving his nose into them. “Don’t they smell good?”

“Yes, Christ.” He hissed, his head jerking back. YN laughed at his faux annoyance, biting down on her bottom lip. Jason pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek and backed away, leaving a swat to her backside. “Didn’t answer my question. Did you get any more of those fruit tart things?”

He opened the fridge door, perusing the items in search.

“Yes I did— top shelf.” Jason snagged two from the box, using his elbow to close the door. “And I’m making strawberry pies. One for us and one for Wayne Manor.”

“Ugh. Why do you insist on being nice to those assholes?” He whined, nearly melting against the appliance.

“They’re your family, Jason.”

He frowned.

While over the past few years, Jason’s connections had become significantly less strained with his family, he still didn’t completely feel that he fit in with them.

He had missed so much— too much. The bitterness and hatred had swept him away. Sometimes he still felt that wave crash into him as he sat with them, watched as they fit so well together.

It was why, when he found YN, he didn’t share any information. Barely visited them.

He wanted a home again.

He wanted her to be home. Specific and special for him.

Jason was always selfish with her.

“You’re my family,” He argued. Dropping his dessert into a napkin, Jason approached his girlfriend. His hands resting low on her hips, his head peeking around to her face. “They are the estranged wealthy vigilante group on the side.”

“They are not, hard ass.” She scoffed; She shifted in his hold where they were face to face. “It’s at least for Alfred on your behalf, then. Better?”

Jason grunted, pursing his lips.

YN leaned in to press a quick kiss to his mouth, an attempt to sate him.

Jason caught her three more times, each kiss longer than the last.

She broke away, both hands coming to his chest. Jason stared down at her, mostly her lips. Anxious to kiss her again.

“Speaking of your family, Steph and Cass wanted to come over sometime next week. Girls night.” YN explained.

Jason’s head fell back, a loud groan slipping from his chest. The noise vibrated from his body into her own, as he hugged her closer.

“I’ve gotta get more cigarettes.” He whispered to the ceiling, causing her elbow to jut out into his belly gently. “They’re gonna have you all night, I won’t see you at all. Steph talks way too loud and Cass just hits me in the dick as a greeting.”

YN bit down on her lip to suppress her grin. She had definitely not been present when his siblings decided that it would be a good idea for Cass to start doing that to Jason. And she certainly didn’t laugh every time Cass did it, either.

And since Cass was pretty much terrifying, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Fine— go stay at the manor that night. You won’t have to watch the movie with us, or eat the pizza we order.” YN shrugged, untangling herself from him.

Damn her: she knew he was a sucker for a movie night.

“What movie?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, trying to appear nonchalant. YN only wiped her hands on a kitchen rag.

She got close to his face, close enough he could feel her breath against his skin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She murmured, tweaking his nose. Backing away quickly, she winked before spinning on her heel and disappearing down the hallway.

Jason scrambled after her, calling out: “What movie?”

#jason todd x f!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic

[lady-ashfade]

She’s made from the finest cloth

Yandere Crows x fem!reader.

Characters: Nina+Inej.

Notes: Just a fun little thing I wanted to make! Tell me if I should make more and introduce the others.

Warnings: Stalking, spying, future yandere tendencies, naive reader.

Each morning you woke up, getting dressed in a finest dress to walk around the market with a umbrella. It was unusual for everyone how you seemed so happy, so out of it like you didn’t know you were in the slums. You’d smile at anyone passing by, always offering money to the beggars on the street.

Each time you’d walk pass a group of hunger filled eyes that followed you so carefully and never noticed the attention on you. The group were the most dangerous in the city, everyone knew of them but you. Could you not take your surroundings seriously? How naive you were.

The wraith was the first to notice you. She would often sit on the rooftops and watch the early routines of everyone below. If it was for information to bring to kaz, or just a sense of calmness for herself, she always did it. And each morning you shined through the streets from everyone else. A beautiful woman who was clearly wealthy, but it was confusing why you were so kind.

After awhile she liked to watch you, it was her favorite pass time. How’d you make the children smile and offer them kindness no one else did, the youngest beggars were always looked down the most. Or how you could get so happy at ripe fruit, or something shiny to catch your attention.

Nina was the next to meet you. She was in need of a few fabrics, and Inej knew just the best place for them. You had visited the cart so many times they had to be good, I mean you had amazing taste. She tagged along with Nina hoping to get a closer look at you. Nina held a few fabrics in her hand and looked at Inej who not once actually listened to a word she was saying.

“Who are you looking for?” Inej was caught by surprise and shook her head, saying she wasn’t looking for anybody. “I’ve been looking around since we left, your eyes look at everyone here. So do tell me, is he cute?” She asked with a wink and Inej got flustered for a second and then smiled.

“It’s not a him.” Nina gasped and looked at her, then linked her arms with hers. “Do tell, kaz will not be happy of any gender that has you this entranced.” She teased and Inej rolled her eyes. She was going to defend herself but she saw the pink color of a style dress you always wear, it was you walking this way. A lump caught in her throat and she froze, just enough time for Nina to take notice.

When Nina laid her eyes on you her heart stopped for a second…That smile looked so warm. The morning sun shined down and onto your umbrella that sparkled. It was as if you were walking on clouds because of how happy you looked. “She’s dashing.” Nina whispered and Inej nodded. Inej felt the feelings in her body grow, you were so close and only a few feet away. All she had to do was walk close and she could touch you- See you up close and personal.

She has been watching you for a few months now and she never got this close, and now realized her mistake. But she was so nervous and it wasn’t her style to feel such things. “I’m going to talk to her.” Nina said and let go off Inej and wakes your way, Inej a heart stopped and called after her.

You looked down at jewelry in the cases in front of you and smiled at each of them, how could you choose between them? “Excuse me.” A female voice said beside you. You looked up and saw a pretty girl with brown hair and fair skin, a dashing smile on her face. “My friend is in need of a pair of earrings, what do you think would suit her? I mean you’re so stylish, we need your help.”

Inej stared at you, you were looking at her- It felt amazing to have your attention. “I’d love to help, tell me what do you like.” You offered her a sweet smile and cheered. “Small of larger?” You asked and Inej had no clue what to say. “What ever you think.” She slightly stumbled on her words as the words got caught in her throat.

Nina smiled, “I’m Nina, and this Inej.” She hooked her arm with her friend once more. “I’m y/n” you beamed and turned around to look at the earrings for a pair you thought right. They watched you scan and think so carefully, like the world rested in this decision.

It was so cute.

It was as if the both of them snapped at the same time. How adorable you truly were, so worthy of the world and protection. They felt themselves get drawn to you, to have you just inches away at all times. “I found it.” You took two earrings into your fingers and held them up with a proud smile.

The small green gems shined in the light, they were in fact perfect but it was because you picked them. “They’d look beautiful on you.” You charmed and Inej felt herself blushing. She smiled and took them out of your hands and when she did she felt your skin on hers she couldn’t get enough. Her mind screams for more, more of you, more of your smile and attention.

“How much are they?” She asked and you giggled, a sound the saints had blessed them to hear. “Well to you they are free, I do hope you find a good use for them.” They both were taken aback at your words. Reaching into your coin purse you handed the men the money to pay for the jewelry. You had just met them and you had bought them something? Don’t you know how dangerous that could be?

Yes, it was kind and thoughtful of you but that’s what made it dangerous. You threw out money like it was nothing- Anyone else would take advantage of that. “There must be something we can do?” Nina asked and stepped closer to you. “I like to make people smile, so really this was my payment.” You smiled one again and grabbed your basket you had set on the table.

“If you ever see me again do say hello, but I must finish up and make my way home.” You bowed your head and walked away so gracefully to them. Nina felt her stomach twisted at the new feeling she felt. They both glanced at each other and it became clear to both of them, a understanding.

That you must be protected at all cost.

#six of crows x reader #six of crows #yandere six of crows #yandere six of crows x reader #yandere nina zenik x reader #yandere Nina Zenik #yandere inej ghafa #yandere Inej ghafa x reader #yandere shadow and bone x reader #yandere shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #yandere kaz brekker x readwr #yandere jesper fahey x reader #nina zenik x reader #Inej ghafa x reader

[scary-lasagna]

The Christmas Express of the Underrealm, Pt I.

The sun has long since set over the rooftop of the manor, and clocks throughout the resident's rooms eagerly ticked down to midnight, for when Santa would arrive and chuck presents lovingly under the giant tree set in the middle of the foyer.

Slender made sure to simmer the fireplace early, so it would be cool enough to travel down, yet still strategically hold a bit of toasty warmth in contrast to the bitter cold and snow Santa would be facing throughout the night. The tall man ushered everyone off to bed early, clearing out the most populated rooms, and even wagging a finger at Jane for attempting to hide in her designated reading nook with [Y/N].

It's been long since Splendor tucked Sally into bed, and answered most of the Santa-related questions he could. Most of which he pinned on asking Slender tomorrow morning when she opened presents.

The pink walls and frills of her room only stared back at her as she kept her eyes overly wide to struggle to stay awake. The princess canopy made this more difficult, willingly placed there to create a mock sense of snoozy comfort made for a princess. Butterflies and other whimsical insects littered the bare spots of the wall around posters and self-painted portraits of herself and those she claims as her family. Vintage and modern toys alike neatly lined her rather large windowsill, along with paintbrushes used for her lovely portraits, getting the best view of when Santa comes along with his reindeer.

The 8-year-old crossed her fingers together and rested her intertwined hands on her stomach as she patiently waited… She looked over at the window, her toys still keeping an eye out for her as she pretended to sleep.

And waited.

She hummed an old tune to herself, attempting to smartly keep her mind busy enough to stay awake.

…And waited.

Sally lay in her bed, being very careful to not rustle any sheets, while breathing slowly and quietly. After all, how else could she listen for the ringing bells of Santa's sleigh? It might only be a quarter after 10, long past her bedtime, especially on Christmas Eve, but if The Great Claus were to travel across the realm, his sleigh would have to be the size of an ocean liner, and a total of three days to do it. Things just weren't adding up this year. So Sally decided she'd stay up to face the truth, and wondered quite a lot why she was still hearing footsteps outside of her room.

Why were people up if it's almost midnight? They're supposed to be in bed! Everyone knows that, it's literally in the song. Someone grumbled something about a cabin. It sounded like [Y/N]. The footsteps faded down the stairs.

He knows when you're sleeping and when you're awake, so it's only implied that you have to be sleeping by the time he gets here, or you'll be placed on the naughty list last minute!

What silly rules those are. Maybe Sally wanted a glass of water at midnight, would Santa deprive a dehydrated child of water just to put presents under the tree?

Her thoughts ceased to a screeching halt as her door popped open, a pencil-thin light peering into her safe space.

Holy SHIT is that Santa?

Sally shot up like a rocket, quickly peering through the door crack. It widened, revealing a shape that was nowhere near the size of a big jolly fat man and eight reindeer. Well, nine, if you include the weird outcast with a red nose.

In fact, it was a much, much smaller frame. Probably the shortest adult she's ever encountered.

"Ben, what do you want from me? I'm trying to sleep here." Sally huffed and plopped her head back into her pillow in aggravation. There's nothing that could be more important than the arrival of Santa.

Nothing.

"I just had a feeling you were still up, is all." Ben leaned on the doorframe for a second, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, why not? You already ruined it." Sally gripped her covers and turned over with a haste that was too overly dramatic to imply anything short of spoiled annoyance.

"Ruined what?" Ben took the invitation with ease, and sat on her bedside. "It's not even midnight yet." He glanced at the ticking clock on her bedside to make sure, and sure enough it was still counting down to 10:30.

"Well, you and everyone else are up, which means Santa isn't going to come!" Sally threatened the verge of tears now, with so much frustration in a tiny body like hers, the only way of release is through waterworks.

"Ooohh, so you don't know?"

Sally roughly turned her head toward Ben, yet her body lay still. "What?" She pouted.

"All of those myths are outdated. Santa's really with the times now," Ben shrugged smugly, "and it doesn't matter whether there are people awake or not, he knows how to find a way to sneak past them and place presents under the tree. They're invisible until morning, so even if a kid sneaks down to peek, they won't be there!"

Sally supposed that made sense. But she didn't admit it. After all, why would Splendor lie about having to stay in bed until morning?

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't be sleeping though." He gave her a pat on the shoulder, and attempted to leave, but Sally had one last thing to say.

"I'm not sleeping tonight. I'm listening for the bells on Santa's sleigh."

Ben smiled, and nodded knowingly at the door frame. "Wake me up when he gets here, then."

The door clicked shut, and Sally sank into her mattress with great comfort. She blamed her sleepiness on the canopy, and weakly shook a fist toward it with a sleepy groan.

Her eyelids held too much weight to keep prying open, and slipped, and fell into a cozy and warm darkness of slumber.

#IT'S A MAGIC CARPET ON A RAIL NEVER TAKES A REST #going feral for my own fic i'm jsut so excited writing it i swear #polar express #is one of my favorite xmas movies #and creepypasta?? my favorite fandom??? #it's the best thing really #the polar express #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagines #ben drowned #sally williams #christmas #creepypasta christmas #creepypasta holiday #holiday #xmas #slender #splendor #jane #jane the killer #jane arkensaw #ben drowned x reader #i'm gonna start putting my longer fics on ao3

[onbloom]

( 3 : 32 AM. ) ᯇ 𐬹 ۫ ۪ ᩍ  › K.GYUVIN ! gyuvin’s favourite part of the day.

if gyuvin had to pick his favourite part of the day, it would be waking up to go see you.

which was funny because he was never the biggest fan of waking up too early than usual. he gets up a minute earlier than normal and he starts acting all strange throughout the day, but he managed to find a way to handle the early morning grumpiness.

he always tries if it meant he’d be seeing you.

if gyuvin had to pick his favourite part of the day, it would be getting to see the look on your face once he meets you at your spot in the park-- the small shade under an orange tree where you had your first date at-- delighted to be seeing your boyfriend of six months even though you saw him just the day before.

you’d snack on the food he brought from his family’s store just a car ride away from your house, and he’d stare lovingly at you from his seat across yours.

if gyuvin had to pick his favourite part of the day, it would be sharing little loving kisses under the stars when he would sneak you out to the rooftop of their apartment, his parents completely unaware of the rendezvous downstairs, as he snickered at your panicked glances thrown behind your back, scared you’d get caught, but at the same excited you were finally able to be alone with him after spending the whole night dining with him and his family.

it would be the whispered ‘i love you’s, stargazing, talks about the future-- ones where the other is present. tired yawns escape you both, but neither of you bothered to get up and actually go to bed.

you liked to think that fatigue wasn’t enough to keep the two of you apart.

if gyuvin had to pick his favourite part of the day, it would be remembering the fact in this world, he was yours. utterly and wholly yours.

gyuvin thought the world was beautiful like this.

no. the world was perfect like this. he couldn’t ask for anything more than to stay like this-- perfect here, perfect with you.

#( & _ writings. ) #kim gyuvin #zerobaseone #gyuvin x reader #zb1 x reader

[ox1-lovesick]

★ — stargazer. kth

pairing. astronomy major!kang taehyun x gn!reader genre. fluff, college au warnings. none (?) wc. 1.3k

synopsis. there are two things that taehyun loves most in this world. stargazing, and you. although stargazing with you, might just climb it's way to the top

a/n. HAPPY TAEHYUN DAY !??!! (ignore how late this is) in my solomon era. FIRST WORK OF 2023 WOOHOO (i forced myself to write this) she's not online rn but this is simultaneously for my day 1 @lsrfmxt i miss you sosososo much and i hope you enjoy this when you see it 😔 also mind you i am in no way an astronomy expert all information is from google and bing LMAO

you've always been fascinated with the stars ever since you were younger.

the only way your parents could get you to calm down from a tantrum was to take you outside and sit you down in front of the sky, letting the stars soothe your worries. most kids your age would prefer dinosaurs, or hello kitty, finding your interest with the planets a bit much for their little heads. it was a bit much for anyone since you could go on about them for hours on end.

"i've seen it a thousand times but it's still just as breathtaking" taehyun said, making you hum in agreement. it took a while to find someone who was as enamored with the sky as you were, and it didn't help that your fascination only grew as you did. the highlight of your day was climbing up to the rooftop at night and watching them twinkle in all their glory, tracing constellations with your fingertips. for most of your life it was just you and the stars, not really having anyone to share your love for them with. but then you found him, in your second year of highschool

you were so similar to each other that it almost scared you. your professor had assigned you as partners for a research project and you bonded instantly. your love of the night sky stemming from childhood, being the only thing that kept little you entertained. the way you both would stay up until the early hours of the morning trying to find every constellation and zodiac you could, even forcing your parents to get a national geographic subscription to watch documentaries about the planets and other galaxies. you were practically the same person down to the T.

"we should get going soon, we have to be up early" you reminded him. it was 3 am on a thursday, meaning the two of you had an early morning of classes to get to "5 more minutes, i haven't seen it yet" his tired eyes still trained above you

it was promised (by earthsky.org) that venus would be most visible today. of course, you both are busy college students so you didn't sacrifice hours of sleep on a website alone. with some research of your own using stolen lab equipment, you and taehyun had figured out that it would in fact, be visible from earth throughout the course of this month. so here you were, sitting on your campus grounds staring at sky

the both of you had planned this morning for weeks. figuring out what day would have the most promise of you seeing the planet without the use of a telescope, how you were going to sneak out of your dorms and what you would do should you get caught, and most importantly what snacks you were bringing. although with no sight of venus for the past hour and a half, the whole thing was proving to be quite a bust.

"i don't think it's going to show, tae" you sighed.

"we'll see it, i promise. just have some patience" he asks, fingers tugging at your sleeve. "i've had patience, for 2 hours now. besides, venus isn't going to disappear, we can come back tomorrow"

"no, we can't" he breathed, almost soft enough that you didn't hear.

taehyun never liked staying up late, despite that being exactly what his major needed him to do. every time you went stargazing with him you were on a time limit. two in the morning was the most he could take before getting sleepy, so you'd usually head back to your dorms by now, but today he was adamant

"something up? you hate staying out late"

he sucked in a breath. squinting his eyes at the sky. why was it being so cruel to him the moment he needed it most "i wanted to impress you. so, if venus doesn't show in all it's bright red glory that would mean all the calculations i did were wrong. also, kai hates sleeping alone so i had to pay beomgyu to stay with him for the night."

he runs a hand through his hair, moving his fringe away from his eyes. it had completely slipped your mind until now, he'd been researching so diligently you'd almost forgotten just how much he hated doing things like this, despite how many nights he'd spent complaining to you.

his fingers still playing with the hem of your sleeve. "you wanted to impress me?" taehyun looked to you with wide eyes "no- i mean, you're the top of our class and always calling me useless so i had to prove myself or something..." you stifled your laugh to save him some face, but you couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips as he shied away from your gaze.

taehyun had always hated star tracking, because like most things within your major — at least right now without the proper equipment — you could never be on point. he craved precision, and that's what kept him ahead until now. you on the other hand loved it for that exact reason, knowing you could never guess 110% was the best part of it, and your professor agreed with you. he loved giving you assignments with no definite answer, seeing how far you were willing to go. it frustrated taehyun, and made his grades drop significantly, while you stayed at the top of your class

he spent hours- no, days doing something he hated just to impress you.

"you don't need to impress me" you chuckled. "it wasn't to impress you, i needed some practice in that field anyway.." he mumbled. "is that so?" "can we just keep looking for venus please" he cleared his throat, allowing his gaze to shift back to the sky. you chuckle, allowing yourself to do the same.

you sat in a comfortable silence for a little bit. lying under the stars. the sun would rise soon, and then you'd have to get ready for another day of endless work, there was a possibility beomgyu would tease the two of you for having 'alone time' together like he always did. but you weren't going to think about that for now, taking in the morning breeze against your skin, and basking in the feeling of taehyun's hand tightly wrapped in yours

"why work so hard, taehyun?"

his face scrunched in confusion. "what do you mean?" "it seems a bit useless, no? giving it your all when you'll never be able to see how far your research will go" he makes an 'o' shape with his mouth. you've talked about this before, whether it was all worth it or not in the end. he obviously had to work hard, he needed to get good grades, get his degree, and eventually get a good-paying job, that was the end goal, no matter what job you had

but that wasn't the answer you were looking for, it wasn't the answer he wanted to give you in any case.

"I work hard for you" he starts

"I work hard so that one day you can say "my husband is an astronomer""

he didn't dare to look at you just yet, afraid your silence was a rejection. he took a leap of faith, hoping that everything wasn't just in his head, and all the lingering gazes and touches did mean something.

"astronomy does seem like quite useless as a profession. but that's what makes it fun, isn't it? knowing there's so much out there that you couldn't possibly see it through to the end within your lifetime. it's intriguing. and besides, i can't be second best forever. i'll have to surpass you someday"

he catches the grin spreading across your face in the corner of his eye. breathing a shaky exhale in relief

"are you saying you want to marry me?" he feigned annoyance "out of everything i just said that's all you caught?" you didn't reply, looking at him expectantly. he shrugs in response "maybe"

"okay, deal. if we spot venus in the next 10 minutes, you have to take me on a date"

#𝐈𝐗. ── ⏰ tubaqueue wari wari #k-labels #kpopccc #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt angst #txt fanfic #txt reactions #txt smau #txt headcanons #txt icons #txt taehyun #kang taehyun #taehyun fluff #taehyun scenarios #taehyun angst #taehyun imagines #taehyun headcanons #taehyun reactions #taehyun x reader #txt au #txt ot5 #txt moa #txt x reader #txt x you #taehyun #tomorrow x together #gonna kms i really wrote 1 thousand words of nonsense

[ninapi]

New to this (Akaashi version)

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Premise: Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word Count: 4528

Notes: Ok, so this story will be part of a series. It will be laid out like an otome game, meaning there will be three different routes for the same premise, different endings. The first story being with Akaashi.

Also I'm a bit rusty, so apologies in advance.

Chapter 1: Brighter days ahead

Spring season comes around once more, your favorite time of the year. Sunny days with unexpected rain, beautiful flowers everywhere. A light breeze heaves in through the kitchen window, making you shiver slightly at the unexpected cold and bringing back thoughts you normally throw to the back of your mind on most days.

Being a single mother isn’t exactly easy. Specially at such a young age. Being in your early twenties, you have been able to raise a very smart and gentle hearted toddler. You glance around the tight space, smiling as you see remains of the good life you have had with your son. A jar full of seashells that the two of you picked up on your last trip to the beach. Family portraits drawn by him when he was just three. Polaroid pictures littering the wall above your small tv, all smiles and blue skies, and of course, not to forget that blurry one of a beetle he found at the park the other day. Simple details, yet full of love.

Seeing all this makes you think how it all happened so fast, you can’t believe he’s already five, and thinking about the early stages of it all is still a thorn stuck in your heart. You can still remember being madly in love with the child’s father, waking up to his handsome face close to yours every morning, those tender kisses that you can still feel on your skin and even if time keeps moving forward, they still hunt you on your sleep.

You love your son, he is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you would do anything to see him smile. His eyes are beautiful, honey colored, soft, gentle, with long lashes and they crinkle when he smiles, always scrunching up his nose like a little rabbit, he is just adorable. You decided to let his hair grow a bit longer this year, he was starting to look just like a small version of his father and that was just too much for you, you couldn’t take it, not yet at least. Suppressing another shiver, you turn to your shared closet looking for warmth and silently wishing he never takes a liking to bleached hair.

In the same closet hung the uniform your son was to wear this morning, “Seiji” read on the bright yellow flower tag pinned near the sleeve. His first day of kindergarten, it feels like such an accomplishment for you to be standing here, proud of your son reaching another milestone, one he has been looking forward to for years now. It was difficult getting all the way here by yourself with no one’s help, but this felt like such a reward, he is growing up to be a wonderful little person and you were the only responsible for that. Always knowing you wanted kids one day, you assumed you’d be a good mother, but reality hits hard when you had to do everything by yourself.

The melancholic morning goes on as you push around your eggs with the fork, absentmindedly staring at your baby boy with a sour smile painting on your face as you think of the past. Your parents didn’t want to hear anything from you when you told them you were pregnant and haven’t seen them ever since. They didn’t even know where you lived nor met your son. Your boyfriend left you claiming he was definitely not the father of the kid, and that fact still bewilders you, how can he not be though? He was the only one for you and you thought he knew that. More images of old dates with Atsumu come flooding in, when he confessed to you on the rooftop of the school in your third year. Your first kiss. The first time he told you he loved you. How he used to hold your face in both of his hands and just stare into your eyes for hours. The sound of his shallow breathing when he was asleep. Tears threatened to come out and that’s your cue to get up and clean the table, urging your son to get up and dressed for school.

Turning to the sink, you discard your untouched breakfast and look through the window while rinsing the dishes with soapy water. More memories come, painful ones. “(Y/N), how can you cheat on me like this? Pregnant? Are you fucking kidding me?” said Atsumu getting up from the kitchen table of your shared studio. The cup he was drinking soda from shattering on the floor, making you jump from your seat. You were a nervous wreck, so confused. But most of all, hurt, from the way he was behaving. “I- I don’t know how this happened, but it did. Maybe that one night when I told you I felt a leaking…maybe the condom teared a bit?” you were now walking in circles, chewing at your thumb, “There’s no other explanation for this.”

“Oh, there is, (Y/N). Can’t believe you would cheat on me…” he scoffed, looking at you like if you were a miserable piece of garbage needing to be stepped on and thrown away. He then grabbed his jacket and left, slamming the door shut and causing a small planter to fall from its hanger on the wall. That was the last time you saw him. You waited for him to come back, he had to, all his stuff was still there. But you waited days, weeks even. You weren’t eating properly, barely sleeping thinking he would be back any second and you couldn’t miss it, but he didn’t come back.

Feeling dead in your own skin, you reached for your family thinking your mother would know what to do, having a baby was a lot of work and you didn’t even know where to start. But the first thing she asked was if you were actually having it. Hearing your mother say that to you was even worse than seeing Atsumu leave, of course you would have the baby, it was yours and a product of love, regardless of how things ended he was still the man you loved, your first and only boyfriend and a piece of him was inside of your now growing belly. Disappointed in your reply they gave you the cold shoulder, cutting off the money they would send you every month. “If you want to have that creature then work for it, a daughter of mine wouldn’t get pregnant so carelessly. Don’t ever call us again, (Y/N)”. You still remember how hearing that felt, you were alone, completely on your own. But that wouldn’t stop you.

You sit on the dining table once more, a simple looking Ikea table with just two chairs. Seiji has stopped needing his highchair a while back but still sits next to you and you can’t bring yourself to get rid of it. Gliding your fingers over the soft wood triggers more unwanted memories. When the child was born and you saw him for the first time, you knew you had to try and contact Atsumu again, it was impossible for him to think this was someone else’s baby. He looked just like him. Those beautiful honey colored eyes and tiny puff of dark hair on the crown on his tiny head. Even his sleeping face was like seeing him napping on a summer afternoon. But your attempts failed, most likely getting another number tired of seeing your missed calls and messages. Unnerved, you tried dialing his twin brother, Osamu was always so loving and supportive, he would certainly get you to him, but the same thing happened. How can they just disappear like that? Was it your fault? You were just so tired of this whole thing. So, once you got permission to leave the hospital, you took your son and moved to Tokyo. A bigger city full of new people, new beginnings.

You had to quit college, it was impossible to pay for rent, bills, food and college with a couple of part-time jobs. Besides you couldn’t get any job that would involve you leaving the house, otherwise you would need to pay for a babysitter and that was out of the question. It was rough, and probably the reason why you feel like you can’t throw away the chair you keep on staring at, you worked so hard to get everything you have now and even if it isn’t much, is home. Home for you and for your son, the true love of your life.

And today was his first day of school.

“Seiji, come on we gotta leave soon or you will be late on your first day!” you half yelled, sipping on the last remaining coffee in your mug, now cold and murky due to all your overthinking. And once again you think how beautiful spring morning it is, today will be a day you will always remember and you’re glad the weather is on your side. “Mama…” he looked at you with a not so amused expression on his face, making you look down at him and back from your little breakdown. He looks just like his father but reminds you more of his uncle most of the times and for this you were grateful, “You always tell me I can’t go out of the house without brushing my teeth properly. I need 5 more minutes.” he declared, climbing on his stool to reach the sink.

Your heart swell just a little with pride and suddenly that tightness in your chest just breaks, you have Seiji, you always had, even when all those hurtful memories were your day-to-day reality, he was already inside of you. And you realize, after all this time, that you’ve never been alone.

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Once the toddler finished getting ready, you two left the house in a hurry and you could see how nervous he was. Your son was fiddling with the straps of his backpack while he walked next to you in complete silence, something rare for him. You wanted to reassure him, but this was a new experience for him, there weren’t many kids his age around the neighborhood so being surrounded by kids was something he was both excited and terrified about. So, you settled for taking his smaller hand in yours and pointed all the little things you could find on your way to the school. “Seiji look!” you pointed to the only cloud lurking around a vast bright blue sky. “Doesn’t it look like the bunny we saw yesterday at the petting zoo?” you grinned at him happily, causing your son to grimace a bit, “Heeh? You think so, Mama? I think it looks more like a koala chewing on some leaves” you tilted your head to the side analyzing said cloud. If you were being honest, the cloud was just a blob that looked like nothing to you, you were just trying to distract him from his anxiousness. “Leaves? Hmmm…more like poop. Don’t you remember that show we watched the other day? They said koalas eat their own poop”. Your son looked at you puckering his lips out, simulating he was going to be sick, causing you both to laugh loudly at each other, the cloud long forgotten same as his worries.

And without noticing you were now staring at the gates of his school. Reassuring your son, you let him go inside the class with his teacher, “I’ll be back at 3, be a good boy!” you shouted after them and he turned his head to look at you, “This is it…” you thought, he was going to cry and run back to you, you’ve seen plenty of that in tv and you honestly don’t remember how your first day of school was but you were fearing this would happen to Seiji, but instead, he gave you his wide crinkled eyed smile, the one you love so much it hurts you every time. He would be just fine and so would you, you have each other after all.

Today was a complex day for you, full of mixed feelings and bringing out all your insecurities. Paying for his school tuition and all the things he needed for school was a difficult task with your current income, so you thought of looking for another part time, just one more, you can certainly have three now that he is in school. “I wish I could just get an actual full-time job with a good pay rate instead of needing three part-times…” you sighed, looking through the job listings in your phone. Everything was dreadful, long hours, low salaries, and on top of that you had to pick Seiji up at 3, there was no way around it. You found a bench near the closest convenience store and sat there after getting a bottle of tea from the vending machine next to it. You found a delivery job, for a flower shop, it wasn’t great, but it would definitely help. So, you called the phone number listed on the contact section and you actually got it without much hassle. The shop belonged to an old lady that had hurt her knee and wasn’t able to take the flowers on her own with her scooter. Since you knew how to drive one around and you mentioned your son’s school was very close from the shop, she just couldn’t say no to you.

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In a blink of an eye a month had gone by, you were exhausted but your son seemed happy. Today you made pizza toast for dinner since he has been begging non-stop for pizza and you were currently in no position to spend money on that, so that’s all you could give him right now, and he took it. You loved hearing him tell you all about his day in school. And he was now telling you about how he met this one girl who’s in the daycare section of the school, a year under him. “So, we read together during lunch break. Well, I read to her, she still doesn’t know all the words” he says between bites of toast, happily pulling it away from his face to look at the stringy cheese.

“That’s great, love. I’m sure she is very happy to have such a reliable upperclassman.” you chuckle quietly when you notice how he puffed his chest out at your words. He is such a sucker for this sort of compliments. He just can’t wait to be an adult, and you can just pray the time doesn’t go by that fast. You bring your hand to his face, swiping sauce off his cheek.

Seiji nods, beaming at you “She even shared her apple slices with me today! But they didn’t have bunny shapes, like the ones you do for me.” he pouts a little before shoving more toast in his mouth. You normally cut his apple this way as you know he loves animals, little things like this are his favorite and you could sense his sadness towards his friend not being able to enjoy them like he does. Such a gentle hearted boy.  “Well, maybe her mom is busy or doesn’t know how to make bunnies. If you want, I can cut bunnies for you two another day, I bet she would like that!” you try to cheer him up, his eyes lighting up at the idea and he hugs your arm “Thank you, Mama. I would like that very much.”

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The next day you received a very unexpected call that left you in quite a shock. “He did what???” you were taking your break sitting on the stairs of the back room. You couldn’t process what she was saying and asked for confirmation, needing the teacher to repeat what you just heard. “He pushed his classmate to the ground and his mother is making a fuss at the principal’s office. Can you please come?” you could hear the annoyance in her voice and loud screams on the background which you could just assume was the mother of the child yelling at the school staff. “I’ll be right there” you informed the teacher and explained everything to your boss. She told you to take the day off, she wanted to close early anyways to watch a parade in the tv.

You ran as fast as you could. It was about a 10-minute walk from the flower shop to his school, but you made it there in 3. Panting hard, you opened the door to the principal’s office, trying to catch your breath. And you noticed two adults and three children sitting on multicolored chairs, all looking at your unannounced entrance.

Your eyes darted immediately to your son who was jutting out a cut and bloody lip. You gasped at the sight and ran to his side, “Seiji, oh my god. What happened to your face? Are you ok, my love?” he nodded and buried his face on your thigh. Running your fingers through his silky hair you scanned the room. A very large woman with an expensive looking outfit, diamond rings, a designer bag with a tiny poodle inside of it and a large brim hat, huffing like a buffalo next to a just as large kid, with a band-aid on covering his elbow and a deep scowl on his chubby face. He couldn’t possibly be the same age as your son, “he’s gotta be at least 7…” you thought while moving your eyes to the chairs closer to you. There seated a tall handsome man, deep blue eyes, messy black hair, with what you assume is his daughter. A lovely little girl, who looked just like him big blue doe eyes, long braided black hair adorned with two hearts held by bobby pins. She was still crying, clearly scared by the whole situation, and you could see now what was going on.

You decided to sit next to the man, not looking at him but towards the little girl, “Are you Kimi by any chance?” you asked, smiling down at her, who scrunched up her nose to hold in her snot and nodded to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’m Seiji’s mom. I heard you’ve been reading a book about butterflies.” you say trying to distract her and get her to stop crying; the principal clears his throat, snapping you out of the moment before the man had time to even introduce himself or thank you for helping.

“I summoned you all here to discuss the incident that transpired this afternoon” the principal says fixing his glasses up his nose without looking at any of you, whatever he was reading on his phone was clearly more interesting for him that this whole situation, “(Y/L)-kun pushed, Sakamoto-kun onto the ground, causing a scrap on his elbow. His mother here,” he signalizes grandly over to the fancy looking woman with an outstretched arm, posing dramatically “is looking for monetary compensation”.

That caused you and the man next to you to scuff loudly at the same time. “Seiji, did you push Sakamoto-kun?” you looked down at your son, rubbing soothing circles on his back to encourage him to tell the whole story. You were 100% sure that he did, otherwise he wouldn’t be sulking on your leg, but you know your son, he isn’t someone who would just hurt someone, he even avoids stepping on ants when you two play at the park.

He nodded and let go of your leg, stretching up to his full size and looking at you and Kimi’s father with a serious glint in his eyes, like he was about to give a speech and you knew what was coming.This would be interesting. “Remember when I told you this morning, I was going to finish reading the book we started yesterday?” you hummed in acknowledgement and your son continued, “Well, here I was, walking through the courtyard” his expression caused the man behind to grin slightly, very much intrigued by the toddler’s display, “I was looking for Kimi, who said would look for the book, and THEN” he changes his tone, making it more dramatic, causing everyone to be immersed in his story. This kid was something else. “I see Sakamoto-kun pulling at Kimi’s hair! I had to do something, mama. So, I ran to them and asked him nicely to please stand back from my friend as he was clearly hurting her. But what did he do?” he brings both of his hands to his face, pulling his cheeks down in despair and continues, “Instead of letting her go, he punched me on the face” both, Kimi’s father and you gasped at this bit of information and Seiji just nodded as if confirming how grave the situation was. “I weighed all my options and all I could do was push him to get him away from her. And that somehow got us all in trouble. I know violence is a bad thing, you say that to me all the time mama, but detective Connan once said” he air-quoted, “It’s not violence if you get struck first, its self-defense.” Satisfied with his recount of the facts, he sits on the chair next to his mother and crosses his tiny legs, closing his eyes and waiting for the adults to get to an agreement, he’s done his part.

The man next to you heaved an airy laugh, it was refreshing, you’ve only seen him scowl since you got there, “Seiji-kun, are you really just five?” he questions the child with an amused grin on his face and to this, your son only nods, opening one of his eyes in acknowledgement.

He is definitely something else.

“So let me get this straight” says the man beside you, now sitting up straight and glaring at the principal and the obnoxious kid across the room, “My daughter was being bullied by an older kid and this very brave young man stepped in to save the day. Why is this woman here requesting monetary compensation for a scrap? We both could sue the school for not being able to protect your students from bullying. Right…?” he looked at you, realizing he didn’t even know your name yet, “(Y/N)” you said with a small smile, looking straight into his eyes and ignoring the rest of eyes now all on you. “And yes, of course, I’m with you all the way. Kimi is 4, she shouldn’t even be allowed near older kids, is dangerous and totally the school’s fault.” Seiji let out a loud gasp, getting both of your attention and making you chuckle “Unless that older kid is my son, clearly. As he is willing to protect her no matter what” you said, glaring at the bald man behind the desk while patting your son’s knee, signaling not to worry about not being able to hang out with his friend.

But this was Kimi’s breaking point, she started bawling her eyes out again “MAMA!!!” she suddenly screamed and ran straight into your arms. This confused you, to say the least, but held her close, nonetheless. “I bet you were so scared” you said to her gently, rubbing her back while stealing a glance to her father who shut you an apologetic glance. “Let’s get your hair all pretty again, come here.” you lifted her small body over, getting her to straddle your lap. Pulling a wet tissue out of your purse, you cleaned her tear-stained face, and combed her hair, re-doing the braid that had been pulled by the violent five-year-old. “There! Now you look just like a doll once more.” smiling down at her, she returned your smile, proudly saying “Papa always makes sure I look cute, so he made my hair like this for me today!” a thought came right up to you “Papa, huh? So, this is why her apple slices aren’t bunnies. Her mother is probably very absent, that’s why she’s a bit confused right now, hearing I’m Seiji’s mom mixed with all the stress of the day probably triggered something inside of her.” in thought you beamed at her without making any unwanted comment and went to put her back down but, clinging to you for dear life she refused to leave your side and so, you let her be.

The man assessed the whole situation, how you looked at his daughter with such an adoring expression, like she was your own. He was also very impressed on how you managed to calm her within seconds, it always takes him at least an hour to get her to stop crying. And he suddenly was very aware of how beautiful your smile was and became grateful that you were there, otherwise he would probably have to take Kimi out of that school as he would of punch a hole in that ridiculous looking principal.

“So” he cleared his throat, “I expect Sakamoto-Kun to at least get a disciplinary action for his behavior if you don’t want us to sue the school or call the press. Now if you excuse us,” he held a hand behind your back, motioning for you to get up with both toddlers hanging from you, “We have better places to be at right now.” Following his lead, you excused yourself and held your son’s hand, walking out of the building.

Once you had picked up their backpacks, you headed over to the front of the school where the man was waiting for you.

“Akaashi Keiji” he said, looking at you like if it was the first time. You saw his eyes sparkle a little, the side of his lips curling up slightly. “Kimi’s father as you might have noticed.” he starts walking and you trail behind him with a nod. “I was thinking…what do you guys think of getting some pizza?” he looked back at both toddlers with a wicked smirk on his face. Your son letting out a screech now clinging to Akaashi’s leg, probably his favorite person in the world right now. “I think that’s a yes” you said, chuckling at your son’s excitement. “He’s been thinking about pizza for weeks now” you cradle the sleepy toddler in your arms and ask her softly if she would like to go to get some pizza with Seiji, this waking her up instantly and making her bounce excitedly, clinging to your neck.

“It’s a date then.” Akaashi mumbles quietly only for you to hear and begins walking towards the Pizza shop. You noticed the scowl on his face from before was no longer there, making you smile. Wait, what? “It’s a date?” you repeated after him, jogging a bit to catch up with the gang, now walking next to each other. You haven’t had a date in over 5 years, you start derailing with silly thoughts about your hair and make-up choices for today.

Anybody looking at you right now would only see the perfect family out for some fun, even if that was very much far from reality.

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Kaleidoscope Series—Covet Me: { Verdict }

—Mafia Gojo X Ex-Assassin Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

"I change my mind, I'm gonna wait inside. It's hot, I hate sunburn." Satoru hummed, removing his slippers and leaning against the headboard. His strong biceps flexed as he puts his hands behind his head, smirking at Akina.

Her eyes rolled and let him be, she doesn't have the energy to play with him early in the morning.

"The seagulls."

"Hmm? What about them?"

Akina walks to the connecting bathroom. "The breakfast in the deck."

Satoru cursed and leaps out of the bed and out of the room.

𑁍 Genre: domestic life, violence, dark themes, yandere tendencies

𑁍 CW/TW: (4.5k)— assassination, handling of guns, luxury life, violence, underground auction, mentions of killing, yandere gojo, mutual understanding

𑁍 A/N: Hi everyone, so I finally had a little time off after the first sem, and tomorrow is the start of our 2nd sem, before that starts here's a little something I've been working on, I'll see you on the next one~ —Grey,

"Target in sight," She uttered against the bluetooth headset while adjusting the scope of her M107 sniper rifle from the rooftop of the 57-floor building aiming the crossfire on the window of the hotel 1500 meters away from her spot. The night camouflaged her from the eyes of anyone daring to interrupt her job.

"I need him dead before midnight 1603," the person behind the other line spoke in a languid manner.

"Understood."

1603

She was raised in the institution, and most of them were children sold by their parents to the organization in exchange for a hefty sum of money.

From then on children like her lose their names and identity. In exchange for food, shelter, and clothes. They are children turned into pawns, forced to play soldiers. And all that matters is the orders of the organization.

As long as she follows the orders everything will be taken care of, for someone like her who have nothing but the organization, their orders are absolute.

The room-lit-up window drapes are pulled open granting her better access to the target's movement and position.

Dangerous index finger hovers over the trigger of the gun, waiting for the perfect timing, eyes, and mind in total concentration to keep her focused, after years of doing this she's already used to relying upon her instincts rather than calculations.

The head of the target peeks through the fabric oblivious of the impending bullet about to hit his skull.

Finger tug the trigger, the sound of the sniper silenced by the shattering of the glass, her job is done, she stood up from the floor and pack her sniper going down the building and took off her wig and black suit, stuffing the gun into the nearest waste segregation and hail a cab.

Someone will come and get her equipment all she needs is to throw off any possible lap dogs trailing behind her. Hopping from one taxi to taxi to the nearest marina, walking to the east wing there's a luxury yacht with Dullahan Head branded on the side-climbing aboard she's greeted by her manager showing the breaking news of the Russian diplomat assassinated just a few minutes ago.

"The Headmaster is waiting in Taiwan, be prepared for your next mission 10 days from now." The man disappeared in the shadow, leaving her in front of her designated cabin.

No suggestions or objections are permitted. There's just 'go' and 'yes' in every mission assigned whether they like it or not.

Entering her cabin she took a cold shower and let herself go on autopilot. Her body followed the rocking of the yacht, setting sail away from the harbor to who knows where.

Her life is already decided. Follow the instructions until you die, all for the organization. That's all, other things are unnecessary.

Drying her hair she looks out the porthole as they travel through the ocean.

"How does it feel to be wild and free?" Staring at the waves that seem no care as they continue to billow through the ocean, undisturbed and constantly. So peace yet drowning.

Closing her eyes she dozes into a dreamless slumber. Letting her head go into the clouds and fall deep into a dreamless sleep.

Even in her dreams, she has nothing but darkness.

"Your next assignment is Gojo Satoru's extermination."

In the dimly lit room, she stood in the center of the spacious room, on the far end is a person sitting hidden in the shadows.

"..."

Extermination...? Not assassination.

"The information about the mission will be sent to you along with the travel. You have 15 days."

That long? She blinks. The usual mission only has a 3-5 day deadline. This is the first time she ever received a 15-day assignment.

Was Gojo Satoru that hard to kill?

"Yes, Sir." Saluting, she accepted the file and left to finish another usual mission.

"Move or your skull explodes." The cold muzzle of the gun kisses the back of her head.

Her eyes darted down to the window where Gojo Satoru stood, his hand supporting his face and a palpable smile on his calm face.

No wonder the organization gave her 15 days to kill him, he easily tracked down and destroyed the plan which landed her at the mercy of the man holding the gun behind her, undoubtedly working for Gojo Satoru.

She'd rather die than betray her organization...

...

"Akina?"

Insistent knocking roused her from slumber. Her eyes opened and the low ceiling greeted her good morning, the gentle rocking of the floor followed by the sound of waves hitting a surface finally woke her from her dazed state.

"You awake? Breakfast is in the deck." The door opened and Gojo Satoru in a casual white sleeveless shirt and grey cotton shorts came in. "What's wrong?" Receiving no reply, Satoru's smiling face morphed into a worried frown, and sit by the edge of the bed. "Bad dreams?"

She nodded and drowsily rubbed her eyes. Clearing the blurriness of her eyes she turn to the side and saw the blue sea through the porthole.

"I went out of bed to make breakfast, next time I'll stay in bed with you 'til you wake up." Satoru's hands reach to smooth the wild tangled hair on Akina's head.

"I'm not a kid," a subtle pout formed on Akina's lips. Satoru chuckled and run the bridge of her nose with his finger. But it was swatted away with a glare.

"Go wash up, I'll wait for you outside. Shoko and Suguru will be here any moment."

"Mn," she nods and peels off the blanket from her lithe frame. "Out?" She turned to Satoru who is looking at her intently, then pointed to the door and repeated. "Out?"

"I change my mind, I'm gonna wait inside. It's hot, I hate sunburn." Satoru hummed, removing his slippers and leaning against the headboard. His strong biceps flexed as he puts his hands behind his head, smirking at Akina.

Her eyes rolled and let him be, she doesn't have the energy to play with him early in the morning.

"The seagulls."

"Hmm? What about them?"

Akina walks to the connecting bathroom. "The breakfast in the deck."

Satoru cursed and leaps out of the bed and out of the room.

Silly guy... She entered the bathroom and immediately cleans herself.

She has always thought that all her life she will be that 1603, an assassin of the organization. She'd rather die than betray her organization... But her organization doesn't think of the same. She was their soldier, a sacrificial pawn, no more no less. But here she is now, with her past target now turned benefactor.

Ironic how the people who fostered her can easily discard her like used paper to the trash can.

Never in her wildest dreams, she would've thought that the person she was bound to kill would covet her and change her life so much bringing her out of the hellhole she thought was her home. Life sure has strange tastes in playing the game.

"I heard the salted caramel fudge there tastes great, we should drop by before checking in the hotel."

Satoru pushes his aviators up to the bridge of his nose while licking off the sauce from his thumb.

"We're going there for a job, don't sidetrack."

Satoru's cheeks puffed out and pouted from the dismissive remark. This a rare display of childishness from the Mafia Don.

"Akina-channn~ don't be so uptight." He tutted, stealthily putting a little of this and a little of that on Akina's plate already filled with food.

Akina disregard the coquetry from the male and continued eating. The yacht is anchored in between who knows where of the ocean and the relatively serene waters along with the sumptuous breakfast in front of them bringing a sense of peacefulness.

"Speaking of job, after the job, where should we go?" Satoru hummed, retracing his hand back to his plate after satisfyingly filling a small hill of food on the lady's plate.

"Home," Akina replied.

Satoru froze. Satoru has one home, the hidden mansion by the mountain. Akina however grew up in the facility of her organization which couldn't even pass up to be called a domicile. More like a slaughterhouse. And that sniper has long been 'dead' in the paper. There's only his Akina. If there's 'home' for her it would only mean one place. Satoru's lips smiled softly and stare at the lady's untroubled countenance.

"Alright. Home it is."

Their breakfast was interrupted by the sound of a chopper, slowing down as it was near their yacht and maneuvering to land on the helipad.

From the corner of the stairs, Suguru and Shoko descended with bags in their hand.

"The auction is starting tomorrow evening. We should dock in the marina tomorrow morning." Suguru greeted you and pulled a chair beside Satoru for himself. Shoko followed and sat beside you.

"Why not later evening?" Shoko frowned.

"Higher possibility of ambush." Akina supplied. "Also lesser chances of being traced if we arrive late."

Satoru snaps his fingers and reaches for the long case that Suguru is holding.

"I got something for you." He turned to Akina and extended the long black case. "You don't need it now, but just in case you should be prepared."

Akina accepted the case and carefully laid it on the yacht's flooring. Unlocking the safety hatches, her fingers raise the flap open. Behind her, Satoru's smile grew wider, a trace of pride and joy as Akina's blank face morphed into astonishment to awe to a gentle smile. Her fingers caress the shiny raven metal with delicate care.

"I had it fixed. Since I also broke it. I hope you like it." Satoru chuckled.

Suguru ears flared a tint of pink and conspicuously cleared his throat. Technically it was he who destroyed the sniper rifle, under Satoru's orders of course.

"I... appreciate it." She nod and lifted the gun. Testing the waters, she checked if it was loaded and aimed at the open sea.

"Try this." Satoru threw an apple into the air and Akina pulled the trigger.

The hole pierced through the fruit, smoking with a thin screen before it fell into the waters.

Suguru threw a banana and it was followed by two 'bangs' and fell to the waters.

"Two shots?" And it all hit. Suguru stared at the lady, checking the scope of the gun.

"Check this one," Satoru threw a blueberry and Akina pulled the trigger, hitting the thumb-size berry with ease.

"Put a silencer, you're hurting my ears," Shoko mumbled. The three of them continued playing around, shooting targets until the sun rose high and they went inside the yacht's cabin to cool down the heat.

Contrary to their plan, Akina and Shoko was left to roam around the city while Satoru and Suguru went to the auction.

Akina fiddled with the black card in her hand. Satoru gave her several cards under her name but she's never used any of them. It's not like she's used going to shopping. Satoru in their free time would drag her to go down the mountain to the city and stroll around the luxury boutiques and establishment that screams 'not for peasants', aside from that nothing more. She doesn't have many wants, and whatever she essentially needs is provided in the mansion. There's nothing much to buy.

Satoru on the other hand... Has a bad habit of indecisiveness during shopping. When he says he's just buying eyeglasses, but when he comes out of that store, he has two to three more purchases.

"Is there something bothering you Akina?" Shoko waved her hand before the dazed lady.

"I was thinking what time will the auction end."

"They'll probably be back tomorrow. Rozen Croix Auction can last for a week. It depends on what day the item will be presented." Shoko puffed out a cloud of smoke and drop the ashes of her cigarette on the tray.

"Do you think they'll get what they want by today?"

"I also don't know. But don't worry too much. They can handle it."

Rozen Croix... An underground auction hosted by an anonymous organization that sells anything. She has attended it once. And it didn't end as planned. She lost people before she could secure what the organization wanted to get. Really... It fits its name. A cross of roses.

"Should we get something to eat?" Shoko pointed to the ice cream rolls and tug her from the ominous memories trying to surface.

A day passed and neither Satoru nor Suguru came back. Y/n's foreboding thoughts are starting to gnaw at her, leaving her jumpy and restless. Shoko who has been watching over her tried to blow the grey clouds on her head but to no avail.

"Where are you going? It's already late at night." The door opened, and Shoko lean over the door, watching Y/n tighten her holsters and tie off her combat shoes.

"I'm going out. I can't sleep." The case of her sniper has never felt this heavy as she pulled on the adjustment.

Would Shoko stop her? She likes the doctor who has been like an older sister to her. But she would still get out of here by hook or by crook.

They stared for a few seconds and Shoko throw a black pouch at her.

"At least bring first aid. I'm sleepy, so I couldn't notice even if someone sneaks away from the door." Faking a yawn, Shoko leaves and went to her room.

"..." Thank you...

Rozen Croix has a villa designed in a cross surrounded by roses. Bloody red ones filled with thorns. But this is where most newcomers die.

The lights of the mansion are lit, and the auction still going on. When Y/n peeks through the scope of her sniper, there were only eight people doing the bidding.

And one of them has striking white hair, sitting with his legs and arms crossed. A sigh of relief flooded her heart.

The auction seemed to be ending as one by one the people left the room. Satoru however stayed behind. His head turned to the side almost as if he could see through the tall wall of grass Y/n is hiding behind.

Her heart drummed in her throat. Would he get angry if he knew she sneaked away and followed them?

Suguru appeared and seemed to have said something urgent that made Satoru tear away his eyes and quickly left the auction room with a dark look on his face. Only then did Y/n feel it was safe to breathe.

Three days became her routine. Sleep in the morning and sneak away at night. Today is the last day of the auction and the hall is full of famous entities in the underground business. She could hardly spot Satoru until he arrived in his all-white suit contrary to the black suits of the attendees.

What the hell is he planning to buy here? It's been three days and not once did he bid on anything.

"Today's event will be the last. Allow me to present the first item... The background information of Mr. Al-Farssi"

And just like that, what use to be an orderly auction started getting rowdy, with countless fingers, doubling and tripling the previous bid.

How could she forget... The highlight of Rozen Croix. Information bidding. You wouldn't want your dirty laundry to be aired and used against you. The host is a sly one, selling information from birth to the present day and selling it against the person's consent making it easier for his enemies to find cracks in his weakness.

Who could Satoru want?

" For our next item, 1603... An assassin most of you might be familiar with."

What? Curses flew out of Y/n's mouth. Why the fuck is her name there? She's supposed to be dead.

The room went silent. As expected, no one really knew her.

"5 million." A woman raised her five fingers. "US dollars."

Okay... Now that's gotta be some sick joke. She probably killed that woman's husband or son. Great. Fucking great. Y/n blew a frustrated sigh. Did Rozen Croix know she's still alive? Or it's just a blunder on the host's side for not thoroughly checking her status

"5 million, and one dollar." Satoru, for the first time since day one, raised his hand and drawled.

"6 million." The lady raised, shooting a glare in the albino's direction. Back off.

"6 million and a dollar," Satoru smirked. Not a chance.

The room is starting to fill with small chuckles, looking at Satoru and the lady back and forth. The woman however gritted her teeth and raised it again.

"6 million and 10 dollars." Fine, I'll play your damned game. Fuck you.

You sighed. Satoru never fails to piss people off.

"20 million." Satoru shrugged and the room fell silent. Raising a brow at the woman who was seething in her seat. Loser.

"Anyone else?" The ringman look around and seeing no one else raising a hand, held the gavel.

"25 million." The woman regained her posture and clenched her fist.

The room once again started getting louder, in amusement at this strange event.

"25 million and 25 dollars." Satoru rolled his eyes, starting to get bored. His eyes slanted to the outside of the window. His Little Flower seems to be preoccupied to notice his eyes, boring into her sniper scope. She must be getting bored. I need to finish this up quickly.

"30 million." The woman up.

Getting tired of this. Who is this woman? Satoru needs to secure this deal than let his Akina's information fall into the wrong hands.

"50 million."

The gavel rang and the word 'sold' rang out of the room. Satoru bagging the deal away. He needs to get out of here and go back home.

"I got the case. Are we leaving now?" Suguru came back holding a black attache case.

"Find the identity of that woman. I'm picking someone up, wait for me in the car."

He turned to her position but she wasn't there anymore.

"You. Hold it." The cold voice stopped Satoru from crossing the door of the villa.

"What is it? Angry your toy got stolen, Missy?" Satoru slips his hands in his pockets and turns around.

A woman with long blackish-purple hair that extends down her back, with some strands tied behind her head, thin eyebrows, brown eyes, and a scar on the right side of her face that crosses the bridge of her nose. She is slender and of average height.

"How much do you want in exchange for the case?"

For her to be this persistent, this woman must know his Little Flower a lot. Say... a past comrade? Just the thought of it irks Satoru. After they have abandoned her, what else do they want? Take his Little Flower away from him? Not a chance in hell.

"Even if you sell me your soul, I won't give it to you Missy."

Satoru doesn't believe in love. But she shed light on his life. She keeps his heart in peace. Cliche as it could be, but she makes him happy.

His Flower never asked him for anything and it irks him how could she be so contented with complacent life after what she'd been through. He wants to give her everything, anything of her desire. But no... She would simply shrug off and continue playing with the flowers she's arranging in the vase for his office.

It's her simplicity, the calmness in her draws the chaos inside him to a tranquil state.

Only her

"Then I'll take it by force."

The woman lunges forward toward him. Throwing knives slid down her hand and flung them in his direction. She's agile, her body is able to follow Satoru who has practiced mixed martial arts. Not to mention that lying idea behind Satoru that the blade she's using is laced with poison.

A faint sound made Satoru back off and a shell of ammo parted the two of them. His Little Flower walked out of the shadow, holding a pistol, aimed at the two of them.

It takes Satoru back to the day she was finally caught in his trap. It's the same as this, her gun is pointed at his head. It's just that, now, it's pointed at someone else's head.

"You..." Realization dawns on your face.

"Akina, you know this one?" Satoru relaxes his stance and walks towards her. He's right then... He hates people connected to her past life, it invokes the cruel side of him to selfishly keep her by his side at any cost.

It's fine. He tries to reassure himself, even as his heart breaks seeing her fierce face fall down to recognition.

"She use to be my captain and senior. Utahime."

"Oh?" A spark of selfish anger ignited in his guts. His vision is overtaken by the green monster clouding his better judgment.

"Y/n you're alive. Let me look at you." Tears gathered in the eyes of that woman. "Everyone thought you died. Why did you hide it for this long?"

Satoru is more than tempted to cut the arms that tried to reach for his Akina. But her reaction was more than enough to calm the green monster inside him.

She jerked her arms away, stepping back much to the woman's pain and disappointment.

"Did the organization have you retrieve my information?" The wavering in her eyes was replaced with hardness.

"Y/n, come home with me now. I was going to find you after looking into your information. Everyone has been worried sick about you. Remember Paris? The child has been crying for you."

Ah, the oldest trick in the book. Evoking familial emotion and pity.

Akina has her back against Satoru so she cannot see the darkness in his eyes boring into her soul. No matter where you go, I will have you by my side. It's an obsession, something embedded and resounding in his veins. No matter what she chooses, in the end, she'll end up with him and only him. It's like a curse he has never stopped chanting in his darkest dreams.

"The organization abandoned me first. Why should I go back? Wouldn't that make me a fool?"

Good. Very good. It pleases Satoru. The coldness of her voice, the hatred behind her words. Inflict them pain the pain you endured, and pay them back tenfold.

The woman's face crumpled in sadness.

Satoru held a hand over his Flower's shoulder but the sting of her swat threw it off. Dead seriousness is engraved in her eyes.

"Move, I need to talk to her. Alone."

And he leaves. Satoru leaves, because no matter what she says, he'll listen only to her alone.

"Y/n you're coming back with me, right? You're just vying for your time to kill him, right?" Utahime look at her with renewed hope as Satoru went in the waiting car, several meters away.

She use to look up to her. She patched her wounds, sneaked in food, and fed her, keeping her from ultimately falling into the darkness of their work. She looks up to her as a sister would.

"Did you know the organization abandoned me?" She feared this question almost all her life.

"That's not true, the organization needed to fool Satoru, or else he'll use you against us." Utahime pleaded, how much Akina wanted to believe her words. That the people who fostered her never meant to abandon her, that they cared for her, even just a drop, for the sake of her loyalty and effort through the years.

"I... want to believe you." Akina looks at Utahime. She doesn't want to doubt her senior, after all the years of being together. "But this isn't a matter of believing or not. The fact they left me on the brink of my death is enough."

I've had enough of it. That kind of life, taking and taking lives like breathing. Akina lowered her gun.

"The organization never really cared about me. They care about what I knew. In the end, people like me are disposable pawns for them. People like us. The next day they abandoned me, I'm sure there's another kid being trained to replace me. I'm not ignorant. I've paid my due for working all my life for them until now. If the Headmaster is wary I'll speak about the organization, please tell him, I won't. Even if it's Satoru or you, I won't spill a word about what I have done for them. That is the last thing I will do in exchange for the years of feeding me until I could properly shoot a gun." She turned her back on the defeated Utahime, walking to the waiting car.

"He's just using you. How do you know he won't torture you to get information out of you?" Utahime cried, her voice cracking.

"I know. Aren't we all? Just using each other for our own satisfaction. It's up to us how to use each other. It's just that this time, I'm given a choice, and I chose him."

Akina continued walking but stopped before she could reach the car.

"Senior... Please don't look for me ever again. This will be the last time you meet me as that kid in the white room. The next time you try to hurt him, I will kill you."

Since they went home she's been awfully quiet. It doesn't help that it's been raining in the mountains for week-long straight setting the mood as grey as it could be.

On days that he has to handle business in town, he leaves with her staring out of the window and comes back home with her still sitting on that window, accompanied by his two tigers whose big bodies are sleeping on her feet. It takes him back to the first day she stayed here. Bleak and empty.

He tried to divert her attention with conversations but her reply to them was as curt as possible and Satoru can't help but despise that woman for influencing his Flower's thoughts like this. It makes him miserable seeing her in a gloomy mood. If only she knew how many of his subordinates suffered from his irritableness, even Suguru has to reign him down from snapping.

"The hydrangeas are in full bloom today." The first full sentence she has spoken since they went home.

It's drizzling the whole afternoon. Satoru quietly held the umbrella as she walk on the stone path at a slow pace, admiring the blooming varied hydrangeas. The two tigers—Karma and Eros—lounge on the open terrace, despiteful of the rain.

"Sorry about being  so gloomy, I've just had things to think."

"What were you thinking about?"

Leaving him? He stops, turning to face you with a complex look dawning on him at your aching silence. The side of his mouth clenched, and his eyes were dark, dark enough that they were electric blue, a minuscule image of your face inside his gaze. 

His hand moves to hold your cheek halts in its tracks, the warmth of his fingers barely brushing your skin as you turn to him in question. "I can't tell you, and I made up my mind anyway. Nothing can change my mind now." You repeat softly, turning away from him.

You inhaled and point to the vacant spot in the garden. "I think looking out the window would be more fun if we have a lotus pond here."

"I can't do it alone." Satoru sanguine look bore into you.

"No, you're not." Your hand search for his rough palm and tug him to continue walking in the faint afternoon showers.

—GreyCaelum

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NOW THEY CALL ME THE PLAGUE⤳ five snippets

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“Get back out, Trance. We don’t need to hide, it’s not going to hurt us,” Eda said, her voice dripping with despair and disappointment. “It’s already taken everyone it wanted to.”

I would be remiss to say my entire time here has been coloured with pain. I was dejected at first, yes, unable to make much sense of the human world. The single sun in the sky confused me, and the constant rhythm with which it alternated places with the single moon was a routine that took some getting used to. In the Dreaming, day and night is a looser concept, the landscape shifting according to its mood rather than its position in space. Our land might not be able to talk, but to say it isn’t alive would be a gross miscalculation. One can always feel its heart beating and its blood coursing through its veins, connected to us just as much as we are connected to each other.

While Trance had no intention of ever permanently changing his shift schedule, he did have to admit that the people who filtered through the tavern’s doors during Eda’s shift were far more, for lack of better word, interesting. He only got your usual group of mops that no one but their posse really wants anything to do with. But, as the night wore on on their rare use of the Arrangement, their numbers began to dwindle, and were replaced with a far more scintillating assortment. It also made him feel a smidge more useful than he did during his usual day shifts – which wasn’t something Trance particularly cared for, if he was honest. Resurrectionists quite literally working the graveyard shift (which was a profession Trance was thoroughly fascinated by), apothecaries either on their way back from or on their way to scouring for ingredients from who-knows-where, cooks from inns and taverns that closed early, captains floating through looking for a new crew – as one of the only places open into the early hours of the morning, Smokey’s brought in everyone and more.

Trance tried to pull her back. He tried to grab her and bring her away from the ledge, away from the ship, but his hand passed through a ghost. The rules were back in play and he was once again forced into his role as a spectator, doomed to watch as his best friend in the world – someone he would do so much more than simply kill for – was subsumed by the things of her very nightmares. Eda was going in to face the worst night of her life alone, and there was nothing he could do to help her.

Trance gulped and readjusted his grip on the sword. He nervously side-eyed Eda, wondering what the play was. He’d accepted that the ship itself wasn’t somehow going to hurt him, but he couldn’t ignore the growing feeling in his gut that was warning him to turn tail and run as far away from the rooftop ledge as possible. He’d lived in Thredfrost for a long, long time, so he was no stranger to trouble. He knew how to stare it down, and, most importantly, when not to. He’d developed a sort of warning system. This ship had grabbed the system by the throat and burnt it with a vengeance. And then everything cut off. It was all still there, of course, but Trance couldn’t feel anything any longer. There was no hatred or hunger from the flames, there was no heat fanning his face, there was just nothing. A heavy sort of nothing, one that hung in the air and made you aware of its presence, but wasn’t really there all the time. The kind of feeling you get when you know you’re meant to be doing something, but can’t, for the life of you, figure out what. It was like the wool had been pulled over his eyes so unmovingly that he'd been forced to come up with a world of his own for fear of going insane in the nothingness.

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WIP #1

Okay, as promised, here is one of my Cyno wips that's unlikely to ever be finished. It's set during Windblume when everybody is in Mondstadt.

Tighcyno/cynonari/whatever you want to call it, ft insomnia and ptsd. Oh also mentioned Cyno & Kaveh and Cyno & Lisa

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The Goth Hotel was grand, the furniture beautifully carved out of solid cuihua wood and the fabric made from soft linen. It felt milky against his skin, catching on calluses and scars. The red of the sheets reminded him of blood.

They were lucky to get a room during Windblume, let alone two, but Albedo seemed to have some sway with the owner. It made sense, considering he was the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius. It saved them from having to try and stay with Lisa, which, while Cyno was sure she would have been amenable, wouldn't have been ideal. He and Tighnari could pass as simple friends this way, an illusion he'd rather keep for the time being. It was a measure of safety. Being connected to the General Mahamatra put those he cared for at the greatest risk. He always worried about that.

Mondstadt was louder than Sumeru City, even at night. He didn't know why it surprised him-- it was the city of bards, after all-- but it did. Festival goers celebrated into the early hours of the morning, the sound of Angels Share audible even from this distance. Cyno wondered how Tighnari could stand it with hearing more sensitive than his own, but his partner somehow slept soundly in the large bed, unbothered by the noise or Cyno's absence. 

Cyno couldn't sleep. As much as he wanted to be Cyno the Adventurer, there were things he couldn't leave behind in Sumeru. Dreams haunted his respite like fingernails on flint, memories buzzing just beneath his skin until he wanted nothing more than to claw them free. Insomnia had always been a struggle for him, but with the Akasha no longer harvesting dreams, it left them free to disturb him. The crowds didn't help-- he never liked them, and couldn't help but search shadows and rooftops of adversaries his loved ones might have missed. His anxiety had steadily mounted since disposing of the Grand Sages, paranoia clinging to his thoughts. 

What if one of Azar's allies made a move against them? What if they didn't find all the loyalists inside the Akademiya? What if they went after Collei or Tighnari or Kaveh-

Had he made the right choices? There was no way to know, but when the sky was dark and Cyno couldn't sleep, he went over them, re-examining every scrap of knowledge he had available. It was a futile endeavour, and yet he couldn't stop. 

He scratched his wrist absently as he sat on the window ledge, staring at the darkened streets beyond the glass. Exhaustion called to him, but Cyno's tossing and turning would just wake Tighnari up. It was bad enough his partner hadn't gotten a good rest on the trip here, kept awake by Cyno's inability to sleep. There was no reason to make Tighnari more worried than he already was. 

Things had just been so overwhelming recently. He didn't know how to handle it, and wasn't that shameful? He was the General Mahamatra, and yet his archon had been forced to step in and order him to take time off. 

He hadn't told Tighnari that. Maybe, if he didn't, he could continue this balancing act of pretending everything was fine, that he wasn't falling apart at the seams beneath the weight of his own memories. 

Sometimes, when Cyno closed his eyes, he pictured the Court of Desolation and its endless sands. He pictured Taj's body crushed by rock, swallowed by the desert. Others, he remembered what it was like to be too small to fight back, barely a child pitted against adults who had no fear of harming him, the way his fingers broke as he struggled to block blunted strikes. He remembered Azar, too, the things that could have gone wrong had he not met the Traveler. Tighnari's corpse left to rot in the forest, and Collei once again subjected to the whims of the Doctor. It was enough to make him feel insane, the thoughts cycling in his head until they were barely distinguishable from each other, just a knot in his chest that beat in time with his frantic heart. 

Kaveh noticed, his concern manifesting in sharing cups of coffee at the Pupsa Cafe over cards and the promise of a sympathetic ear. Lisa would, too, as soon as she saw him. His history with these struggles was well known to them both. They had been there for his worst years, when even going to class was a struggle. Bringing him food and studying quietly in his room but commonplace, then. He hadn't been able to handle the cafeteria, or the House of Deana-- too vigilant of the eyes that trailed him, the people who wanted to see him hurt. 

Tighnari didn't press when Cyno avoided the topic, but he knew he was worried. He just didn't know how to explain, how to put his thoughts into words.

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[eyelessfog]

Dawn is a ghost town after dark.

That’s the first thing you notice, after waking up at midnight and looking out your tavern window.

The moon is high in the sky, and the stars are bright, and they reflect on the ocean’s waves, and Dawn is beautiful. But it’s a ghost town.

You walk out of your room. It’s dark. There’s no point in having lights on when everyone is asleep, you suppose, but you have to press your hand against the wall and tap your foot against the floor to check that you won’t fall.

There isn’t a single sound but your footsteps.

You thought that maybe you’d hear someone snoring, or, or- or something, but it’s quiet.

That’s fine. You just aren’t used to it.

You come from a loud place. There’s always noise, awake or asleep.

You guess that that’s why you woke up - the lack of noise was wrong to your ears.

You walk out the front door of the tavern, and… Dawn, interestingly, seems to have the outdoor lights snuffed out. You stare up at an empty lantern, then down the path.

Why wouldn’t they keep lights out? Mobs are deterred by light. Even if everyone is asleep, surely they need it to keep out mobs.

You look around, a little nervous now, but- well. You still can’t hear anything at all. Not the groan of a zombie, or the click-clack of a skeleton, or that certain crunch of grass that creepers make.

Silence, still.

You begin down the path, searching for any sign of life. You know the citizens of Dawn won’t appear - they’ve told you that it’s against their religion - but anything else. Anything at all. Whatever gets rid of this silence.

A firefly whizzes past you.

You jolt.

It comes back around, then, buzzing in your face, and you blink at it.

You didn’t know they have fireflies here! It was always said that fireflies stuck to the swamp, and Dawn is not a swamp.

You hold a hand out to catch the firefly, and it weaves out of your grip. You frown, a bit disappointed.

You try again.

It flies away again.

And then, instead of doubling back towards you like it did before, it flies up, into the sky, and you look up.

And realize that there is a giant sparkle of fireflies floating around each other, far above your head.

You stare.

They’re like schools of fish from your fishing trips, curling around and through one another like it’s a dance.

It’s like a trance. You can’t help yourself to only watch them move and glow and-

You blink, and the moon is low, and when you turn around, the sky is lightening. It’s almost morning. How did you get so caught up in a sparkle of fireflies?

You look back up, and the fireflies seem to explode. Some dip down to where you are, but others fly over rooftops and windmills. It’s like a firework.

You let yourself follow one. It goes back to the tavern (and what a funny coincidence that is!) then moves behind the counter to the bar.

Your brows furrow.

The glow shifts, moving itself into a shape, into a person, into- Oh.

The bartender flutters his eyes open to look at you. Then he jolts.

“Oh! Up bright and early, aren’t you?”

“Dark and early,” you respond, looking over at the barest sunrays peeking in from the window.

“Dark and early indeed,” the bartender sighs. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just a water.” You sit down at the counter and take a moment to breathe.

What had you called Dawn when you woke up? A ghost town at night?

The bartender hands you a glass of water, and you think back to that first firefly and how you never actually saw the firefly, only its glow, and you think Yes. Yes, Dawn is most definitely a ghost town.

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[aidanchaser]

When You Let A [Kitty Cat] Cure Your Bellyache

part of the @mlsquaredance 2023 Buffet Remixes

Remixed from When You Let A Ladybug Cure Your Bellyache by wyomingparmesan (@wyomingparmesan)

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Adrien was having a miserable day, but he knew what would make it better. It was practically second nature by now to set his phone to play a recording of his practice sessions, drop it on the music desk of his piano, and slip out the window all in the single breath of, “Plagg, claws out!”

It wasn’t just becoming Chat Noir that made his day better. It was a specific rooftop on a specific balcony that was home to a specific friend.

Time with Marinette always cheered him up. It was so easy to become lost in whatever project she was working on, or even just to indulge in the warm comfort of her parents’ baking. Her smile was infectious, her stress was overwhelming, and her food was perfection. It was the best escape he could think of.

But when he arrived on the roof of Tom and Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie, the balcony was empty. There was no sign of Marinette with school work spread around her, or sketches of her latest project, or freshly made snacks.

He supposed it wasn’t fair of him to assume that she would be home on a Sunday. She had friends, friends that she was allowed to see and hang out with. But, unable to help himself, he peeked through her window. In the gap between the flimsy pink curtains, he could see her lying on her bed, fully dressed, on top of her covers.

He used his baton to double-check the time. Ten in the morning seemed a bit early for a nap.

He put his hand on the window pane, merely to steady himself, but it fell open beneath his touch. He tumbled inside, and his quick reflexes turned a disastrous fall into a neat tuck and roll. He popped up at Marinette’s bedside and merely stared down at her, unsure how to introduce himself after that entrance.

She wasn’t napping. She looked right up at him, eyes furrowed confusion, with one hand pressed against her stomach and the other half-way to a box of bonbons.

Chat Noir’s first instinct was to apologize for entering unannounced and uninvited, but the chaotic urge for quips was always so much more pressing than his lifetime of lessons on good manners. “You’ll get sick if you eat too many of those,” he said.

Marinette pouted up at him and popped another bonbon in her mouth. “When did you become a doctor?”

“Last week,” he said. “Left my labcoat at home, though. Let’s see… I think the diagnosis is… lazy Sunday morning?”

She rolled her eyes. She looked uncannily like Ladybug when she made that face, which only made him grin. His day of distraction was already going excellently.

“I’m not having a lazy Sunday,” she grumbled, “I’m…” but she didn’t finish. “It’s… just a stomachache,” she finally said, and reached for another chocolate.

Chat Noir opened his mouth tell her that maybe soup would be a better choice than chocolates if she had a stomachache—medical doctor or not, he at least knew that much—when it occurred to him that maybe she had exactly the sort of stomachache chocolate would help with.

So instead of another attempt at wit, he collapsed right onto her stomach, stretching the wrong way across her bed.

“Oomph—Chat!” She groaned and tried to shove him off, but he only settled in.

“Consider me your purr-sonal heating pad,” he grinned.

“You dork,” she grunted and shoved him again. But she didn’t protest any further. Instead, she rested her hands on his back. One of her fingers fidgeted aimlessly with his belt.

“Is it working?” he asked.

She was silent for a long moment before finally admitting, “Yes.”

He grinned and closed his eyes as her hand drifted from the small of his back, up his neck, and into his hair. A low rumble started in his chest and curled around the back of his throat—a quiet, contented purr. His purrs were rare things, only finding their way out of his chest when he was perfectly content, and that didn’t happen very often.

“How’d you know this would help?” she murmured as her fingers played lazily with his ears, mimicking the twirling her other hand was still doing around his belt.

He folded his hands under his chin and tipped his head up, into her touch. “My mom used to get really bad stomach pains,” he said. “My dad would buy her chocolates and wine and flowers.” He bit down on his tongue, afraid he might say too much and give himself away.

It wasn’t just his father that would comfort his mother through her aches. Adrien used to curl up in his mother’s lap and watch her movies with her. He’d spend an entire day curled up against her, warm and content in her embrace. When he was younger, he’d felt guilty for liking when his mother would get ill, but she had explained to him that it wasn’t really an illness. It was a chronic condition, related to her inability to have children, and she’d told him that he was her miraculous angel. She’d often called him an angel, but that was the first time he had almost believed her.

Marinette’s hands stilled in his hair and on the small of his back. “You’ve never talked about your family before.”

“Well—secret identity and all.” And it occurred to him that he had stopped purring.

She shifted beneath him in an attempt to sit up. He rolled over ever so slightly, still pinning her legs down, still providing warmth and pressure as she curled over him.

“It sounds like your dad really loves your mom,” she finally said.

“Yeah, he did. I mean—he does.”

Marinette tipped her head and furrowed her brow as she looked down at him, but before she could ask him any more questions, he shifted his weight and dug an elbow into her thigh. She flinched and reflexively jerked her knees up into his gut, throwing him off of her.

He tumbled to the floor and gave her an upside down grin. Her concentrated expression, though, was unfooled.

But she didn’t ask anymore questions. Instead, she scooted over before laying back down, careful to make enough room for him on the bed next to her.

Chat Noir accepted her invitation.

As he laid down beside her, he pressed one hand into her stomach and tucked the other one behind his head, creating his own makeshift pillow and ignoring the dozens Marinette had clustered at the head of her bed. He ran the pads of his fingers along the curve of her stomach, softly but firmly.

Her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, but she dropped one hand over his shoulder so she could continue playing with his ears. The other found its way to his hand on her stomach, where it trailed absently along the lines of his tight, leather-like gloves that cloaked his hands.

He couldn’t help but wonder, as he so often had with Ladybug, what it would be like to feel her skin against his properly.

In a voice hardly above a whisper, she said, “Thank you, Chat.”

“Any time,” he murmured against her cheek.

“You know if…” She gnawed on her lower lip and Chat Noir had to stifle a smile. He always loved watching Marinette work through a difficult problem. She didn’t have the finesse that his lady did, but there was a stubborn streak shared between them.

“If you really are a stray kitty,” she said, “then you could, I don’t know, stay here if you liked.”

He laughed and the bell at his throat jingled as he moved. “I believe that I am well-collared.”

Her lips twitched with a poorly suppressed grin. “Do you have a tag somewhere with your home address?”

“Tucked somewhere in this tight suit is a card that says, ‘If lost, return to Ladybug.’”

She laughed, finally, and it felt good to hear her laugh. His purr crawled its way back into his throat.

She turned to look at him and their noses brushed. “I was resigned to having a miserable day,” she said, and her breath was warm against his lips, “but I’m glad you turned up.”

He wanted to quip something about leaving her window open, something about cat burglars, something witty and charming rolled into one, but he found words hard to form as his nose was overwhelmed by the strawberry of her lip balm and the chocolate on her breath.

She tipped her head, ever so slightly. He didn’t know if it was an invitation but he leaned in anyway, offering an invitation of his own, and she accepted. Their lips met and his tongue flooded with all the bittersweet scents in her mouth. His hand stopped pressing into her stomach and instead shifted to her hip, gripping her like he was afraid she might slip away. Her hand, similarly, wound through his hair and pulled him against her.

It was the least chaste kiss Chat Noir had ever had, and he wondered if it was because he was Chat Noir or if it was something in Marinette. If it was her, it was a side of her he didn’t know, but he was glad to get a glimpse of it.

She pulled away, and her blue eyes seemed to burn with the heat of stars, hot and white and glistening.

“Do kisses on your face help your tummy?” he asked.

For an answer, she leaned into another kiss.

The initial fire of the kiss dimmed into simmering coals. Her grip in his hair loosened, but her hands still pressed against his skull and held him close. He let his hand on her stomach go back to firm circles near her pelvis. They kissed until the taste of chocolate waned and he could no longer tell the difference between her taste and his own.

The only thing that forced them apart was the sound of heavy footsteps on the ladder below Marinette’s room.

“Marinette!” her father called. “Your mother and I just finished some chocolate croissants!”

And as the hinges of the trapdoor creaked, Chat Noir choked on his own lazy purr. He slipped out the window he had come in as fluidly as water passing through the neck of the bottle. He perched on her roof and listened to her, with a rather flustered voice, thank her father for the sweets, and assure him she hadn’t been doing anything—“Just texting Alya!” she said in a voice pitched several registers above her natural tone.

Chat Noir glanced back in the direction of his home, wondering if his father had uncovered his own deceit yet.

He’d never shared so much of himself with anyone, not as Chat Noir, and rarely as Adrien. But, whatever Marinette took away from his brief story, he wasn’t a stray. He had his own home; he had Ladybug; and if he ever needed it, he knew that he would be more than welcome here.

#miraculous square dance 2023 #ml fanfic #ml fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #marichat #sick fic #rated T for menstruation mention #im so excited about this event #prepare for a new one shot every weekend from now til december